Chapter eighteen
Harry opened the door, revealing Hermione. Who stepped inside and removed her coat and boots, revealing her casual, though more then day to day, attire, a calf length black skirt, and a silky purple skirt, and black socks. Plus her hair was done up, with sleekeasys and all!
"Hi Harry," she greeted shyly, then glanced around and exclaimed, "WOW! You did all this for me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He responded sincerely.
"I don't know, but I like what I see!" She answered back, a double meaning in her words.
He beamed at her. "Ope, sorry, can I take your coat?"
"Of course," as she handed it over and he put it in the closet, the section nearest to the door.
"Ready to eat?"
"Absolutely, what are we having?" As he led her the little way to her chair, which he pulled out for her, "Thank you."
"Your welcome, We're having chicken stir fry."
"Sounds good to me."
"Glad to here it."
Harry proceeded into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of white rice and another bowl of chicken and vegetables. "Would you like some wine?"
"That would be wonderful, is it a good bottle?"
"I've haven't opened the bottle yet."
"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked eagerly.
"Your approval, of course, don't want you to think I'm trying to seduce you or something," he teased.
"Oh, we'd never want that would we?"
"I don't know," he responded as the cork popped out of the bottle. "Here we are," he said as he set two wine glasses upon the table, and filled them, setting the bottle on the table as well.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Your welcome, Hermione," as he sat across from her, "Go ahead, help yourself."
"This is delicious, Harry!"
"Thank you," he replied giddily.
"Did you cook it yourself?" Hermione inquired.
"I did indeed."
"Really! When did you learn to cook?"
"I cooked for the Dursley's, before Hogwarts."
"Why?"
"Cause there lazy gits," he replied, "But you could say it's the only good thing they ever did for me, making me cook, I learned something useful."
"You could say that again! I can barely cook noodles."
"Well, your right about that, I remember that spaghetti you made after we moved into the flat."
"You ate it?"
"Yeah, and I didn't get sick."
"Why in the world did you, would you eat it?"
"I was starving, had just got home from a packed day of classes and studying in the library."
"Harry, Harry, Harry. You didn't eat more after I came in and told you not to eat it did you?"
"Maybe."
"You did!"
"What can I say, I was hungry."
"Your sounding like Ron."
"That's an odd one."
"I know!"
Both started laughing at there inside joke, you could say.
"Does Luna cook?" Hermione asked out of no where.
"Better then Ron and you," he grinned.
"Probably true."
"Wow, do you know how much Ron would love you admitting you can't do something?"
"Oh, I do, honestly!"
"Can you believe we're two years out of Hogwarts, and Ron's getting married?"
"I know, it seems so surreal."
"It's unbelievable, especially since I didn't even know he was dating anyone till I got back here in August."
"Yeah, and by December he announces he's getting married!"
They lapsed into silence eating their meal.
"Harry, why did you ask me out?"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
"Very funny, but when did you become James Bond?"
"Oh, I've always been! How else would I get passed Voldemort so many times?" he joked.
"Very funny Harry, ridiculous! Come on be serious."
"Is that possible?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, I know it is. If your not going to tell me now, then why were you so tongue tied?"
He took a deep breath. "Would you like some dessert?"
"I'll catch you off guard one of these days, and you'll be telling me. And what is for dessert?"
"Cheesecake."
"Did you make it?"
"No, I bought it. But it should still be good, who's ever had bad cheesecake?"
"When did you try it?"
"In the states, with Isiah, and we went to this Greek place downtown, and the rice pudding, wow!"
"I take it Isiah had good taste in food?"
"For sure, we went to all kinds of ethnic food places," he said from the kitchen, cutting off to honking pieces of cheesecake, and bringing them out, after first clearing the table of there meal.
"Oh, wow, this is delicious!"
"I told you!"
She just laughed at him.
"So, what else is planned for tonight?"
"A movie, if you like?"
"Have one in mind?"
"Yeah, it's this American comedy, with one of there big stars, Adam Sandler, it great, the music is all from the eighties, it's a blast."
"Never heard of Adam Sandler."
"He's an American actor, comedian, Isiah introduced me to his movies, there great!"
"Like Mr. Bean?"
"Yeah," Harry smiled, just... different, but a comedian the same."
'Alright, let's watch it, what's it called?"
"The Wedding Singer."
They sat on Harry's futon, presently a couch, and watched the movie, falling asleep during the credits.
Hermione woke up the next morning wondering where she was, she shifted positions, or rather attempted to, but there was that problem of an arm in the way. She shifted till she figured out who's it was, and where she was.
At Harry's, on his couch, with him. Fully clothed, if you were wondering.
Harry woke up, wondering who's next to me? He shifted as well, and came face to face with.....
"Morning, Harry."
"G' Morning, Hermione, did we fall asleep during the movie?"
"I would assume."
Harry realized exactly where one of his arms were, and quickly moved it, from across Hermione. "Sorry."
"Hmm? Why?"
"Never mind."
"What time is it?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked at his wrist, where his watch resided.
"Eleven."
"Well, I should probably go, hmm?"
"I guess, yeah." Harry started to sit up, while Hermione rolled onto the floor, "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"Course I am! This is nothing, Harry, compared to what we've been through."
"Sorry."
She laughed and smiled at him. "Your cute like this, all flustered," then she clamped her hands over her mouth.
He smiled broadly, lovingly even at her.
"Well, see you, Harry, how soon till Ron interrogates us?"
"If not today, tomorrow, bye Hermione," he moved into kiss her cheek, at the same time she did to him, and smack.
Well, it was unexpected.... But not unwelcome, to either party. They broke apart, "Bye Harry," as she pulled out her coat and boots from the closet and apparated away.
"Bye Hermione," he called after her.
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The Wedding Singer is not owned by me, neither is Harry Potter.
One of my friends told me they don't know Adam Sandler in GB, so, sorry, Harry got it from his American friend!
GO REDWINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2-0 And counting vs. the predators. Game 3 today, 3 O' clock!
Sorry, Hockey playoffs, I love the Wings, die hard fan here.
Holy shit it effin snowing!
Hope you all enjoyed the awkward, me the author has gone off her rocker chapter, I'm completely lost now, so any suggestions, before I jump 50 yrs into the future? Kidding, and I have an idea for a new story, completely uncharted territory for me, it is. So, I'll get started on that now, and when this story's over, hopefully soon, if I can not kill it too much, oh wait, did I already?
Review please.
Harry opened the door, revealing Hermione. Who stepped inside and removed her coat and boots, revealing her casual, though more then day to day, attire, a calf length black skirt, and a silky purple skirt, and black socks. Plus her hair was done up, with sleekeasys and all!
"Hi Harry," she greeted shyly, then glanced around and exclaimed, "WOW! You did all this for me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He responded sincerely.
"I don't know, but I like what I see!" She answered back, a double meaning in her words.
He beamed at her. "Ope, sorry, can I take your coat?"
"Of course," as she handed it over and he put it in the closet, the section nearest to the door.
"Ready to eat?"
"Absolutely, what are we having?" As he led her the little way to her chair, which he pulled out for her, "Thank you."
"Your welcome, We're having chicken stir fry."
"Sounds good to me."
"Glad to here it."
Harry proceeded into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of white rice and another bowl of chicken and vegetables. "Would you like some wine?"
"That would be wonderful, is it a good bottle?"
"I've haven't opened the bottle yet."
"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked eagerly.
"Your approval, of course, don't want you to think I'm trying to seduce you or something," he teased.
"Oh, we'd never want that would we?"
"I don't know," he responded as the cork popped out of the bottle. "Here we are," he said as he set two wine glasses upon the table, and filled them, setting the bottle on the table as well.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"Your welcome, Hermione," as he sat across from her, "Go ahead, help yourself."
"This is delicious, Harry!"
"Thank you," he replied giddily.
"Did you cook it yourself?" Hermione inquired.
"I did indeed."
"Really! When did you learn to cook?"
"I cooked for the Dursley's, before Hogwarts."
"Why?"
"Cause there lazy gits," he replied, "But you could say it's the only good thing they ever did for me, making me cook, I learned something useful."
"You could say that again! I can barely cook noodles."
"Well, your right about that, I remember that spaghetti you made after we moved into the flat."
"You ate it?"
"Yeah, and I didn't get sick."
"Why in the world did you, would you eat it?"
"I was starving, had just got home from a packed day of classes and studying in the library."
"Harry, Harry, Harry. You didn't eat more after I came in and told you not to eat it did you?"
"Maybe."
"You did!"
"What can I say, I was hungry."
"Your sounding like Ron."
"That's an odd one."
"I know!"
Both started laughing at there inside joke, you could say.
"Does Luna cook?" Hermione asked out of no where.
"Better then Ron and you," he grinned.
"Probably true."
"Wow, do you know how much Ron would love you admitting you can't do something?"
"Oh, I do, honestly!"
"Can you believe we're two years out of Hogwarts, and Ron's getting married?"
"I know, it seems so surreal."
"It's unbelievable, especially since I didn't even know he was dating anyone till I got back here in August."
"Yeah, and by December he announces he's getting married!"
They lapsed into silence eating their meal.
"Harry, why did you ask me out?"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
"Very funny, but when did you become James Bond?"
"Oh, I've always been! How else would I get passed Voldemort so many times?" he joked.
"Very funny Harry, ridiculous! Come on be serious."
"Is that possible?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, I know it is. If your not going to tell me now, then why were you so tongue tied?"
He took a deep breath. "Would you like some dessert?"
"I'll catch you off guard one of these days, and you'll be telling me. And what is for dessert?"
"Cheesecake."
"Did you make it?"
"No, I bought it. But it should still be good, who's ever had bad cheesecake?"
"When did you try it?"
"In the states, with Isiah, and we went to this Greek place downtown, and the rice pudding, wow!"
"I take it Isiah had good taste in food?"
"For sure, we went to all kinds of ethnic food places," he said from the kitchen, cutting off to honking pieces of cheesecake, and bringing them out, after first clearing the table of there meal.
"Oh, wow, this is delicious!"
"I told you!"
She just laughed at him.
"So, what else is planned for tonight?"
"A movie, if you like?"
"Have one in mind?"
"Yeah, it's this American comedy, with one of there big stars, Adam Sandler, it great, the music is all from the eighties, it's a blast."
"Never heard of Adam Sandler."
"He's an American actor, comedian, Isiah introduced me to his movies, there great!"
"Like Mr. Bean?"
"Yeah," Harry smiled, just... different, but a comedian the same."
'Alright, let's watch it, what's it called?"
"The Wedding Singer."
They sat on Harry's futon, presently a couch, and watched the movie, falling asleep during the credits.
Hermione woke up the next morning wondering where she was, she shifted positions, or rather attempted to, but there was that problem of an arm in the way. She shifted till she figured out who's it was, and where she was.
At Harry's, on his couch, with him. Fully clothed, if you were wondering.
Harry woke up, wondering who's next to me? He shifted as well, and came face to face with.....
"Morning, Harry."
"G' Morning, Hermione, did we fall asleep during the movie?"
"I would assume."
Harry realized exactly where one of his arms were, and quickly moved it, from across Hermione. "Sorry."
"Hmm? Why?"
"Never mind."
"What time is it?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked at his wrist, where his watch resided.
"Eleven."
"Well, I should probably go, hmm?"
"I guess, yeah." Harry started to sit up, while Hermione rolled onto the floor, "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"Course I am! This is nothing, Harry, compared to what we've been through."
"Sorry."
She laughed and smiled at him. "Your cute like this, all flustered," then she clamped her hands over her mouth.
He smiled broadly, lovingly even at her.
"Well, see you, Harry, how soon till Ron interrogates us?"
"If not today, tomorrow, bye Hermione," he moved into kiss her cheek, at the same time she did to him, and smack.
Well, it was unexpected.... But not unwelcome, to either party. They broke apart, "Bye Harry," as she pulled out her coat and boots from the closet and apparated away.
"Bye Hermione," he called after her.
~~~~~~~~
The Wedding Singer is not owned by me, neither is Harry Potter.
One of my friends told me they don't know Adam Sandler in GB, so, sorry, Harry got it from his American friend!
GO REDWINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2-0 And counting vs. the predators. Game 3 today, 3 O' clock!
Sorry, Hockey playoffs, I love the Wings, die hard fan here.
Holy shit it effin snowing!
Hope you all enjoyed the awkward, me the author has gone off her rocker chapter, I'm completely lost now, so any suggestions, before I jump 50 yrs into the future? Kidding, and I have an idea for a new story, completely uncharted territory for me, it is. So, I'll get started on that now, and when this story's over, hopefully soon, if I can not kill it too much, oh wait, did I already?
Review please.