All Gone Wrong
By yellow duck
*****************************************************************
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, Ginny,
etc. I wish I did, but J.K. Rowling made them up first.
*****************************************************************
Chapter Four: Sexy Evil Murderess
*****************************************************************
It was late when Hermione and Harry returned to his flat, but neither bothered to check the exact time. They knew only that it was very dark out, and the stars twinkled merrily in the sky.
"Welcome back, Mione," said Harry, as he unlocked the door, and let them into the flat.
"Weirdo," she said.
"Huh?"
"Weirdo," she said again, this time a little bit louder.
"He-ey! Your mean," Harry pouted.
"Too bad," she responded cruelly.
They both laughed, at this.
"You're an evil murderess, and you're out to kill me," Harry announced, through his laughter.
"Yes, I am," Hermione whispered, giving him her best evil murderess look. "I shall hunt you down, and attack you." Suddenly, she pounced on him, screaming.
Somehow, as Harry tried to get her off, their lips met. When they pulled apart, for air, Harry murmured in Hermione's ear, "You're a sexy evil murderess." That sent them laughing hysterically again.
When they had calmed down a bit, Hermione said provocatively, "I'm going to seduce you, and kill you in bed."
"Oh?" Harry asked, kissing her tenderly.
"Yes, I will," she insisted, as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"That might not be so bad." By this time, they were so close, their whole bodies where touching.
"Well, if you don't mind then I'll just." Hermione dashed off, and returned with a meat knife from the kitchen.
"You're going to kill me with that thing?" Harry inquired, dubiously.
"Yup. Do you want me to test how sharp it is?" She advanced on him, holding the knife over her head.
"Uh, that's alright." He took her by the shoulders, and steered her back into the kitchen. "Now be a good girl, and put the pointy, sharp object away."
"But I'm not a good girl," she told him softly.
"Give me the knife."
"Oh, alright." She handed him the meat knife, in mock reluctance.
"Yes, yes." He put it away, and led her into the living room. "Now, you've had you turn at being an evil murderess, now it's my turn to be. er. a. I don't know what to call it, but kind of the male version of an evil murderess."
"A very, very hot highway robber?" Hermione suggested.
"Not exactly. But we'll just forget about it for now." Harry sat Hermione down on the couch, and kissed her passionately.
"I am going to kiss you to death," he explained.
"You're not as evil as I am," she taunted, tossing her long, brown hair over her shoulder.
"Never, ever, insult the Dark Bedmaster," Harry said, kissing her again, this time on the neck.
"Well, perhaps you're not as evil as I am, but how good are you in," Hermione said, nodded towards the bedroom door, "there."
"Do you really wanna know the answer?"
"Maybe."
"If you do."
"What if I do?"
Harry shrugged, smiling innocently.
"Alright, I give in. I do want to know the answer."
Come then, Harry said, taking her hand. Then the two walked into the bedroom.
****************************************************************** A/N: Hehe. Just barely not R-level content. I promise, it will stay PG-13. Don't worry. Please, please tell me what you think. I hope nobody thinks it's too. graphic or whatever. Keep reviewing, everyone. And try and tell me what you want me to have in the rest of the story. I mean, if you think Harry and George should get into a fight over Hermione, tell me, and I'll see what I can do. You get the idea. Enjoy!
hh: I was having some trouble uploading, and the punctuation was getting changed to weird symbols, but I fixed it now. Sorry about that.
It was late when Hermione and Harry returned to his flat, but neither bothered to check the exact time. They knew only that it was very dark out, and the stars twinkled merrily in the sky.
"Welcome back, Mione," said Harry, as he unlocked the door, and let them into the flat.
"Weirdo," she said.
"Huh?"
"Weirdo," she said again, this time a little bit louder.
"He-ey! Your mean," Harry pouted.
"Too bad," she responded cruelly.
They both laughed, at this.
"You're an evil murderess, and you're out to kill me," Harry announced, through his laughter.
"Yes, I am," Hermione whispered, giving him her best evil murderess look. "I shall hunt you down, and attack you." Suddenly, she pounced on him, screaming.
Somehow, as Harry tried to get her off, their lips met. When they pulled apart, for air, Harry murmured in Hermione's ear, "You're a sexy evil murderess." That sent them laughing hysterically again.
When they had calmed down a bit, Hermione said provocatively, "I'm going to seduce you, and kill you in bed."
"Oh?" Harry asked, kissing her tenderly.
"Yes, I will," she insisted, as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"That might not be so bad." By this time, they were so close, their whole bodies where touching.
"Well, if you don't mind then I'll just." Hermione dashed off, and returned with a meat knife from the kitchen.
"You're going to kill me with that thing?" Harry inquired, dubiously.
"Yup. Do you want me to test how sharp it is?" She advanced on him, holding the knife over her head.
"Uh, that's alright." He took her by the shoulders, and steered her back into the kitchen. "Now be a good girl, and put the pointy, sharp object away."
"But I'm not a good girl," she told him softly.
"Give me the knife."
"Oh, alright." She handed him the meat knife, in mock reluctance.
"Yes, yes." He put it away, and led her into the living room. "Now, you've had you turn at being an evil murderess, now it's my turn to be. er. a. I don't know what to call it, but kind of the male version of an evil murderess."
"A very, very hot highway robber?" Hermione suggested.
"Not exactly. But we'll just forget about it for now." Harry sat Hermione down on the couch, and kissed her passionately.
"I am going to kiss you to death," he explained.
"You're not as evil as I am," she taunted, tossing her long, brown hair over her shoulder.
"Never, ever, insult the Dark Bedmaster," Harry said, kissing her again, this time on the neck.
"Well, perhaps you're not as evil as I am, but how good are you in," Hermione said, nodded towards the bedroom door, "there."
"Do you really wanna know the answer?"
"Maybe."
"If you do."
"What if I do?"
Harry shrugged, smiling innocently.
"Alright, I give in. I do want to know the answer."
Come then, Harry said, taking her hand. Then the two walked into the bedroom.
****************************************************************** A/N: Hehe. Just barely not R-level content. I promise, it will stay PG-13. Don't worry. Please, please tell me what you think. I hope nobody thinks it's too. graphic or whatever. Keep reviewing, everyone. And try and tell me what you want me to have in the rest of the story. I mean, if you think Harry and George should get into a fight over Hermione, tell me, and I'll see what I can do. You get the idea. Enjoy!
hh: I was having some trouble uploading, and the punctuation was getting changed to weird symbols, but I fixed it now. Sorry about that.