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Harry arrived a little while later at Hermoine's house. He stared in awe as he saw the large house. It was a magnificent two story, with, as far as Harry could tell, a swimming pool and other modern luxuries. "S big house, all alone with 'Moine. This is starting to sound good all ready."
"That's enough out of you, so keep your mouth shut."
"But I'm your mind, your true thoughts, remember. Besides, I don't have a mouth."
"Oh well, just don't bother me."
Harry walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. He was almost immediately knocked over by Hermoine. The two of them fell in such a way that Harry was underneath Hermoine, who was accidentally straddling him. She got up as she felt something push against her pants and blushed. He stood up and blushed bright red and turning away so she couldn't see his face. When he turned back around his jaw almost hit the ground. What he saw was a beautiful woman with bell-bottomed jeans and a lime green tank top. "Uhh, 'Moine, could you show me inside?"
"Y...yeah, sure. Come on in."
The pressure had eased slightly and he was starting to regain his composure. He picked up his trunk and followed her inside. She motioned for him to bring his trunk up the stairs. He was directed to a room that had a four-poster bed, with a white comforter. The room was white with a beige trim.
He put his trunk in the closet in time to get Hermoine's guide around the house. "This is my room," she said, motioning to a door across the hall," and down the hall is the bathroom." "To the right and two doors down is my library. Downstairs is the den, kitchen, and my parents' room. There is a door from a kitchen to the backyard. We have a jacuzzi and a swimming pool in the back. Also, there is a game room from the den with a pool table and card table."
She left Harry in his room to let him unpack. He carefully placed his clothes in the drawers and placed the photo album and mirror on the desk. Once he was done, he went downstairs to find Hermoine watching television. "What do you want to do, Harry?"
"I don't care. What would you like to do?"
"How about watching a movie? I rented one a few days ago and haven't watched it yet."
"O.K. sounds good to me."
The movie was about a teenager who found her one, true love, but shortly after, he died. Somehow, during the movie, Harry's arm wrapped around Hermoine, and she had snuggled up next to him. He looked at the clock and it said nine o' clock. "I am tired," he thought, "but I don't want to move." They both slept peacefully through the night, each holding the other tight.
Harry woke up in the morning because of a weight he felt on his legs. He looked to see what it was when he heard a familiar voice, "Wake up, you big oaf. Breakfast is almost ready."
"No, good dream."
"Don't I even get a 'good morning'?"
"Not if you wake me up like this anymore", he grinned at her innocently.
"Oh well, you need to get a shower. I all ready got one and got dressed."
Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes to see Hermoine in a white minnie skirt and red shirt. He was glad that he had to take a shower, and a cold one at that. He was quickly up and away before Hermoine had a chance to notice. Harry was out of the shower when he heard Hermoine call to him that breakfast was ready.
Hermoine had all ready fixed Harry's plate and had sat down to eat. "She knows me so well," he thought. He took his plate and sat down to eat. They ate in silence and then cleaned up together. "What would you like to do know, Harry?"
"I don't know, how about go for a swim?"
"That sounds like a good idea, but don't dunk me when we're in the pool."
"O.K., I'll get ready now."
Within five minutes, they were both ready." Harry let Hermoine show him out, taking full advantage of the view. She slowed down slightly and waited until he was close enough to the pool, then she pushed him. As a reaction, he spun around while falling and grabbed her hand. She let out a yelp of surprise, and Harry wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from being hurt.
When the both re-emerged he quickly said, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She smiled at his kindness and said, "No, Harry, you just surprised me when you grabbed my hand."
They immediately resumed their playful energy and started splashing each other. Hermoine dunked Harry and as he came back up, sputtering for air, he said, "I thought we couldn't dunk each other?"
"Nope, I said you couldn't dunk me."
"Oh well, I'll get you back."
"How?"
"Like this," he said, splashing her with all his force.
They continued swimming and playing for about half an hour, before Hermoine decided to get out. They dried off and went into the game room. There, they played a game of pool, which Hermoine won. "I don't play this a lot so give me a break," Harry said as an excuse.
Afterwards, it was about eight thirty and they were both exhausted. They both slept soundly through the night. Harry woke up early the next morning, thanks mostly to the training regiment of Wood. He moved quietly down the hall and into the bathroom. Hr took a shower before going down to the kitchen to make breakfast for Hermoine. He put the food on a tray and went upstairs. "My turn to wake you up, sleeping beauty," he said.
"Thank you, Harry."
"Your welcome. It was the least I could do for you."
Harry left the room and reappeared shortly with his meal. He pulled the chair from the desk over beside her bed. He then started eating, talking about how he could get better at pool. After she had finished eating, Hermoine stretched, pulling her nightgown up slightly when she brought her arms back. Harry felt his pants tighten again. She got up and took out a pair of clothes, then pulled out a white thong and pink bra. Harry felt the pressure against his pants straining. She left the room letting Harry strain to maintain control.
After Hermoine took a shower and was dressed, the question once again arose of what to do. Hermoine decided that they should have a party. "Come on Harry, it will be fun."
"Oh, O.K., I guess."
(A/N I hope you like this chapter better than the last. Yes, this will get bigger and better, and Harry and Hermoine will hook up. I plan to make this fic to at least the first month of their sixth year at Hogwarts, so hang tight. Any suggestions would be good. Please review.)
Harry arrived a little while later at Hermoine's house. He stared in awe as he saw the large house. It was a magnificent two story, with, as far as Harry could tell, a swimming pool and other modern luxuries. "S big house, all alone with 'Moine. This is starting to sound good all ready."
"That's enough out of you, so keep your mouth shut."
"But I'm your mind, your true thoughts, remember. Besides, I don't have a mouth."
"Oh well, just don't bother me."
Harry walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. He was almost immediately knocked over by Hermoine. The two of them fell in such a way that Harry was underneath Hermoine, who was accidentally straddling him. She got up as she felt something push against her pants and blushed. He stood up and blushed bright red and turning away so she couldn't see his face. When he turned back around his jaw almost hit the ground. What he saw was a beautiful woman with bell-bottomed jeans and a lime green tank top. "Uhh, 'Moine, could you show me inside?"
"Y...yeah, sure. Come on in."
The pressure had eased slightly and he was starting to regain his composure. He picked up his trunk and followed her inside. She motioned for him to bring his trunk up the stairs. He was directed to a room that had a four-poster bed, with a white comforter. The room was white with a beige trim.
He put his trunk in the closet in time to get Hermoine's guide around the house. "This is my room," she said, motioning to a door across the hall," and down the hall is the bathroom." "To the right and two doors down is my library. Downstairs is the den, kitchen, and my parents' room. There is a door from a kitchen to the backyard. We have a jacuzzi and a swimming pool in the back. Also, there is a game room from the den with a pool table and card table."
She left Harry in his room to let him unpack. He carefully placed his clothes in the drawers and placed the photo album and mirror on the desk. Once he was done, he went downstairs to find Hermoine watching television. "What do you want to do, Harry?"
"I don't care. What would you like to do?"
"How about watching a movie? I rented one a few days ago and haven't watched it yet."
"O.K. sounds good to me."
The movie was about a teenager who found her one, true love, but shortly after, he died. Somehow, during the movie, Harry's arm wrapped around Hermoine, and she had snuggled up next to him. He looked at the clock and it said nine o' clock. "I am tired," he thought, "but I don't want to move." They both slept peacefully through the night, each holding the other tight.
Harry woke up in the morning because of a weight he felt on his legs. He looked to see what it was when he heard a familiar voice, "Wake up, you big oaf. Breakfast is almost ready."
"No, good dream."
"Don't I even get a 'good morning'?"
"Not if you wake me up like this anymore", he grinned at her innocently.
"Oh well, you need to get a shower. I all ready got one and got dressed."
Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes to see Hermoine in a white minnie skirt and red shirt. He was glad that he had to take a shower, and a cold one at that. He was quickly up and away before Hermoine had a chance to notice. Harry was out of the shower when he heard Hermoine call to him that breakfast was ready.
Hermoine had all ready fixed Harry's plate and had sat down to eat. "She knows me so well," he thought. He took his plate and sat down to eat. They ate in silence and then cleaned up together. "What would you like to do know, Harry?"
"I don't know, how about go for a swim?"
"That sounds like a good idea, but don't dunk me when we're in the pool."
"O.K., I'll get ready now."
Within five minutes, they were both ready." Harry let Hermoine show him out, taking full advantage of the view. She slowed down slightly and waited until he was close enough to the pool, then she pushed him. As a reaction, he spun around while falling and grabbed her hand. She let out a yelp of surprise, and Harry wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from being hurt.
When the both re-emerged he quickly said, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She smiled at his kindness and said, "No, Harry, you just surprised me when you grabbed my hand."
They immediately resumed their playful energy and started splashing each other. Hermoine dunked Harry and as he came back up, sputtering for air, he said, "I thought we couldn't dunk each other?"
"Nope, I said you couldn't dunk me."
"Oh well, I'll get you back."
"How?"
"Like this," he said, splashing her with all his force.
They continued swimming and playing for about half an hour, before Hermoine decided to get out. They dried off and went into the game room. There, they played a game of pool, which Hermoine won. "I don't play this a lot so give me a break," Harry said as an excuse.
Afterwards, it was about eight thirty and they were both exhausted. They both slept soundly through the night. Harry woke up early the next morning, thanks mostly to the training regiment of Wood. He moved quietly down the hall and into the bathroom. Hr took a shower before going down to the kitchen to make breakfast for Hermoine. He put the food on a tray and went upstairs. "My turn to wake you up, sleeping beauty," he said.
"Thank you, Harry."
"Your welcome. It was the least I could do for you."
Harry left the room and reappeared shortly with his meal. He pulled the chair from the desk over beside her bed. He then started eating, talking about how he could get better at pool. After she had finished eating, Hermoine stretched, pulling her nightgown up slightly when she brought her arms back. Harry felt his pants tighten again. She got up and took out a pair of clothes, then pulled out a white thong and pink bra. Harry felt the pressure against his pants straining. She left the room letting Harry strain to maintain control.
After Hermoine took a shower and was dressed, the question once again arose of what to do. Hermoine decided that they should have a party. "Come on Harry, it will be fun."
"Oh, O.K., I guess."
(A/N I hope you like this chapter better than the last. Yes, this will get bigger and better, and Harry and Hermoine will hook up. I plan to make this fic to at least the first month of their sixth year at Hogwarts, so hang tight. Any suggestions would be good. Please review.)