A/N: Thank you for the reviews!! I absolutely loved all of them. You have no idea how much they mean to me.

Sorry this chapter took so long to update but I was gone for my college orientation and didn't get back until Friday. If it makes y'all feel any better I have been punished. My roommate is the biggest whore in all of history. She walked around the room naked, told me about her uncertain years of one night stands and threesomes (I slept in a full sleeve t-shirt and track pants after that), and more sex stories than I had ever wanted to know. I wouldn't wish her on my worst enemy!!

Anywho, now that I've complained, here's chapter six. I sent chapter seven off to be beta-ed before I left. I'll post it as soon as my betas are done with it. And as always, please remember to review!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Suing is futile. This all belongs to JK Rowling. Gary Oldman has crushed all hopes for a sexy on screen Sirius with no chance for redemption. Um…I mean, no infringement is intended.

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Hermione held up her hand to block the sunlight that filtered through the window, her eyes still adjusting to the brightness. She stared up quizzically at the window. Wasn't the window behind my bed? She wondered. She turned to get a better look at her surroundings when she realized she wasn't in her bedroom; she was in Harry's.

What am I doing here? Her mind buzzed as the answer, in the form of memories from last night, came rushing back into her head.

Harry and I made love!

Her body suddenly came to life as she realized she was lying naked in a bed, her bare leg brushing up against a very nude Harry. She slowly turned her head to see Harry's sleeping form laying next to her. He was sleeping on his back with one hand on his toned stomach and the other by his side, a small contended smile playing upon his lips. His light bed sheet was the only thing covering him, and it lay teasingly; slightly bunched up at the end of his firm abdomen. Hermione grinned a bit as the shock began to wear off and how sexy Harry looked began dominating her mind. She honestly couldn't look at him, lying there, as naked as the day he was born, and say she regretted last night. In fact, as her body began tingling with remembrances of last night's activities, she could quite truthfully say it had been the best night of her life.

"Hey," a sleepy voice to the right of her head offered. Harry's eyes had fluttered open as she was marveling over his body.

"Hey to you too." Hermione answered back as she turned her body so that she was situated comfortably at Harry's side, her face looking up at his.

Harry gave her one of his shy smiles as he gently kissed her forehead. Hermione sighed in satisfaction as she nuzzled against his broad chest. They both lay there, marveling at how perfect waking up next to one another felt. Hermione's fingers played in little circles across Harry's chest as he rested his head atop hers; both content with the comfortable silence and just the gentle simplicity of understanding one another without saying a word at all. Both completely caught up in the beauty of the moment and not the current time displayed on the clock. It was nearly noon, and true to Mrs. Granger's word, the Dursleys and the Grangers were due home any minute.

Hermione leaned up and brushed her lips against Harry's. "Last night was beautiful," she murmured.

"Yeah, it was," Harry replied after a short reflective pause. He bent down to trail slow, deliberate kisses down the side of her face and her shoulder causing Hermione to close her eyes in pleasure. They gently kissed back and forth, enjoying the dream-like state they both seemed to have woken up in. Time lost all meaning as Hermione turned over on her stomach, allowing Harry to lazily worship her smooth back with his soft lips.

"Oh my God!!" Harry yelled as he pulled back abruptly. Hermione jumped and spun around to face him, finding his face slightly paled and his eyes full of worry.

"What? What is it Harry? What happened?" Hermione questioned as fear rose in her voice.

"Y-your back," he stuttered. "Did-did I do…? I'm so sorry Hermione." He finished with a look of sad regret.

"Harry, you're scaring me. What are you sorry about?" Harry just stared at her like she had just missed the most obvious thing in the world.

"It doesn't hurt?" He questioned a bit incredulously as he gently turned her around to let his hand inspect whatever he was talking about.

Hermione was about to question what, but then Harry's hand came in contact with the skin just below her right shoulder blade and she let out a loud yelp of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Hermione…I didn't mean to. Are you okay?" Harry said very quickly.

"I'm fine," Hermione replied a bit breathlessly as she got out of bed to look in the mirror. She turned around, the bed sheet draped around her waist so that her back was bare.

"Oh my gosh…," she whispered as she took in the sight of a rather large and quite painful looking bruise spread out upon the upper right of her back. It was an extremely violent purple with various shades permeating through her tanned back. She touched it gingerly only to pull away in pain. It hurt like hell and didn't look much better.

Hermione pulled the sheet back up to cover her chest and back as she turned back to look at Harry. She saw the pained expression on his face as he sat there staring at his hands.

"Harry?" she questioned quietly, causing him to look up with guilt ridden eyes. "This is not your fault, don't blame yourself…It's just a bruise, it'll heal."

"I hurt you," he whispered.

"No, Harry. You would never intentionally hurt me." Hermione replied as she went to hold his hand.

"Well then how did you get that bruise?" He questioned. Hermione tried to answer but realized she didn't know either. She thought back to last night, she didn't have the bruise then. How did I get it? She thought of their trip up the stairs when it hit her:

They finally reached the top as Harry pressed Hermione against the wall and kissed down her neck and across the swell of her breasts. She began to unconsciously grind against him as he let out another deep groan and pressed against her even harder. Hermione let out a slight yelp of pain as the corner of a framed photograph on the wall dug into her back. She knew it would probably bruise later on but at the moment she was a bit too preoccupied to care.

"The photo frame…" Hermione mused out loud.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Last night, when we were kissing against the wall, my back was against the photo frame. It hurt a bit then but I was much more concerned with what we were doing to say anything," she finished a bit sheepishly.

Harry looked slightly relieved but worry was still apparent on his face. "There's a first aid kit downstairs," he started, "I'll just go and get it." He quickly dressed and headed downstairs in search of the kit. Meanwhile Hermione returned to her room to put on her pajamas. Her back hurt too much to put on her bra so she just settled for her loose pajama top. She was sitting on her bed, waiting, when Harry returned, clad in his own pajamas.

"Here, let me see your back," he offered softly as Hermione complied and turned around. He quickly unbuttoned the top few buttons on her top and slid it down off her shoulder. He then opened the first aid kit and set to work. Harry gently cleaned the large bruise, only stopping when Hermione let out a little whimper of pain. He took out soothing balm from the kit and began to apply it lightly to her back.

"Hermione, there you are. We just…OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED??!!" Harry and Hermione quickly turned around to see Mrs. Granger standing in the doorway, Mr. Granger slightly to her left. After a couple seconds of shock, the couple rushed in and made their way towards Hermione as she pulled her top closed to cover herself.

"Hermione, your back…," was all Mr. Granger could get out as Hermione's gaze nervously fluttered from one parent to the other.

What am I going to tell them? Hermione thought to herself in alarm. Hey, nasty bruise, huh? Don't worry, it was well worth it when Harry was kissing m…

"Hermione?" Questioned Mrs. Granger when Hermione didn't respond.

"Oh…oh it's nothing, really," she began a bit slowly, still in shock that her parents had just walked in.

"Hermione, a bruise this size is far from nothing. Don't you dare lie to me. Now what happened?" Mrs. Granger prodded.

Hermione felt the bottom of her stomach drop out as she turned to look at Harry who was now sitting uncomfortably behind her, trying furiously to avoid Mr. Granger calculating glare as he looked back and forth between the two of them. Oh God, they're going to figure it out. I'm in so much trouble. Hermione paled considerably as she thought of her parents' reaction to her activities as of last night.

"Hermione, dear, you're looking very pale as well. Are you not feeling well? You are uncharacteristically quiet." Asked Mrs. Granger as she took in Hermione's total appearance with her eyes full of concern.

"N-no," croaked out Hermione.

"Well, what happened? Do you have a fever?" continued Hermione's mother, getting a bit impatient with Hermione's vague answers.

"Um…," Hermione tried to answer, but her throat suddenly became intensely dry as panic started to rise in her chest.

"Hermione, what is wrong with you?" Mrs. Granger now turned to Harry. "Well, seeing as how my daughter has just lost the ability to speak, maybe you can clear this all up for us, Harry. I see you were tending to the bruise when we got here. How exactly did she get it?"

Harry gulped as Mr. Granger shifted his glance from Harry to a baseball bat that was peaking out from the closet. Harry had always considered Mr. Granger a very passive, laid back sort of man, but as he saw him now staring almost lovingly at the bat Harry honestly began to fear for his life.

"Harry? Please, not you too. What happened?" Mrs. Granger questioned yet again, her voice tinged with frustration.

Harry didn't want to get Mrs. Granger mad so he answered. "She hit her back on the corner of a photo frame."

"Really now, was that so hard to say?" Mrs. Granger harrumphed as she took over tending to Hermione's back.

Please don't ask how. Please don't ask how. Please don't…

"And just how did she manage to do that?" Questioned Mr. Granger as he narrowed his eyes on Harry.

"Now Doug, really," Mrs. Granger intervened on behalf Mr. Granger's slightly venomous looks towards Harry.

"I fell, Dad," spoke up Hermione. Everyone in the room turned to look at her. Fortunately her mother was behind her, tentatively examining the bruise, so she could not catch that Hermione was obviously lying.

"Oh the corner of a photo frame?" implored Mr. Granger unbelievingly.

"Actually, I wasn't feeling all too well last night and as I was climbing up the stairs, I fell." She continued much more confidently. "I hit my back on one of the photo's that was framed on the wall. That's how I got the bruise."

"Good lord, Hermione! Why didn't you tell us last night when I called?" Asked her mother in alarm.

"I didn't want to worry you for nothing. Besides, Harry was here to help me."

"And a good thing too," interjected Mrs. Granger. "If you were sick enough to fall down the stairs who knows what state we would have found you in this morning had Harry not been here."

"Yes," agreed Hermione as she looked up into Harry's nervous green eyes. "I got very lucky," she added a bit too dreamily.

"You what!?!?" cried out Mr. Granger. "What do you mean you got very lucky!?"

Hermione's face turned a vibrant shade of pink as she yelled back, "To have Harry as a friend, Dad! I mean I was…am very lucky to have Harry as a friend. How many people are fortunate enough to have friends that will take care of them so well when they are sick? Actually, Harry kept me company all of yesterday by studying with me AND he even made me dinner."

"Well," Mrs. Granger exclaimed as she threw her husband a "shut up now before you embarrass yourself any further" look , "we owe Harry a lot of gratitude. Looking after Hermione like that, it's very admirable you know? What a gentleman, isn't he Doug?" Finished Mrs. Granger expectantly as everyone now shifted their attention back towards Mr. Granger who had begun fidgeting with his keys.

"Oh! What…? Yes, yes very admirable…gentleman…I'm going to go to the bathroom," he stuttered before disappearing quickly through the door.

Mrs. Granger smiled sympathetically towards Harry. "Oh, pay him no mind dear. Hermione's his little girl, even though she's 16, he's a bit overprotective."

"It's okay," shrugged Harry. "I'll just leave you to take care of Hermione."

"Yes, you must be very tired. Why don't you go and get some rest?" Replied Mrs. Granger as Harry let out a relieved breath at finally being able to leave. "Oh, and Harry…?"

"Yes, Mrs. Granger?" Harry's insides knotted up as he turned to face Mrs. Granger wondering what more she could ask. For one glorious second he had thought he was home free.

"Thank you." She stated earnestly.

"Oh…You're welcome." He replied guiltily before exiting to return to the sanctity of his room.

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Harry spent the remainder of the day alternating between sleep and pleasant remembrances of last night in his room. He cleaned up a bit and hastily hid Hermione's clothes in the bottom of his trunk, figuring he'd give them back to her later.

Hermione didn't come down for dinner that night as Mrs. Granger insisted that she needed her rest and would have dinner in bed. After dinner, Harry headed into his room only to be attacked by a feathery tennis ball which ricocheted off the side of his head and straight into the adjacent wall, promptly knocking itself out. Harry hurried over to where it fell.

"Pig! You've got to be more careful," Harry said as he picked up the slightly dazed looking bird. Pig uttered a half-hearted hoot of thanks as Harry placed him in Hedwig's cage to replenish himself of food, water, and rest. He then untied the bit of parchment from Pig's leg and unrolled it.

Harry,

Dad and I will be coming to pick you up this Saturday at noon. Hermione's still staying with those muggles so I can't owl her to see when she's coming. She said she'd be here Saturday before she left for vacation, so she's probably be here when you arrive. See you then.

Ron

Harry dropped the letter in alarm. Saturday was only two days away! How would he explain to Ron and Mr. Weasley the presence of the Grangers at Privet Drive? He knew Ron would be furious if he found out Harry had been lying to him. Maybe he could get the Grangers to leave before Saturday? Ron had said Hermione would be coming Saturday, had he not? Her parents would have to leave significantly early to drop Hermione off at the Burrow. If he could just get them to leave before noon he'd be fine. But wait! What about when Mr. and Mrs. Granger got to the Burrow? They would no doubt talk to Ron's parents and more likely than not mention they had stayed at the Dursleys, hence pissing Ron off yet again.

Harry fell back on his bed in frustration and began vigorously massaging his temples in attempt to pre-empt the approaching headache. He couldn't very well ask the Grangers to lie to the Weasleys. What reason could he give them? He knew offering the truth was out of the question. From the way Mr. Granger had been eyeing that bat when he found Harry with Hermione that morning, he knew the outcome would be painful. At this rate Voldemort would never get his chance to kill Harry; Mr. Granger would do it for him!

There seemed to be no way around it. This Saturday, Ron Weasley was going to find out the truth.

A/N: Yes, I do love my cliffhangers and y'all love me so we're okay, right? Right? Guys? Hello-ooooo??

*Author runs away in fear as reviewers shoot venomous looks at their computers for said cliffhanger*