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O'Malley the Alley Cat= Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of doing that, that'd be just cruel! Anyway, what part of NY do you live in? I went to Manhattan just this past summer...
Wow! Another chapter so quickly! I write so much better when I'm tired. I should stay up late more often...
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The next morning, when Harry woke up, it took him a couple seconds to remember where he was. Not in his bedroom, but in HermioneÕs and GinnyÕs room. He looked over at GinnyÕs bed, and found that she wasnÕt there, but that her bed was unmade, which means that Ginny had seen him and Hermione sleeping together. Harry hoped Ginny wouldnÕt tell Mrs. Weasley, or even worse, Fred and George. Harry looked to his side, and down at Hermione. She was still asleep. Harry kissed her on the forehead, and then took as much care as he could getting out of bed; he tip-toed slowly to the bedroom door, taking care to be as quiet as possible. He opened the bedroom door quietly, stepped out, and closed it after him. When he turned around, he jumped.
There stood Fred and George, whose bedroom was also on the third floor. They were smirking at Harry.
"What?" said Harry.
"What were you doing in there, Harry?" said Fred suggestively.
"Not doing anything you werenÕt supposed to, now were you?" George grinned evilly.
"Did you have sex?" asked Fred, now also grinning evilly.
"No! No, no, no!" said Harry, appalled.
"Sure you didnÕt," said George. Harry could tell he didnÕt believe him.
"IÕm being serious!"
"Then what were you doing in there?"
"Hermione was a little sad about Ron, and so I comforted her, and helped her to her room!"
"Yes, and then?"
"And then she said she didnÕt want to be left alone, and asked me to sleep in her bed with her, and so I went down to my room, got dressed in my pyjamas, went back to her room, and slept with her!"
"You mean took advantage of her."
"No, Fred, no! I did not take advantage of her! IÕd never do that!" Harry said angrily.
"Uh-huh, sure-"
Then a voice interrupted FredÕs.
"I assure you Fred, nothing happened, other than Harry and I kissing a couple times, and him sleeping in my bed alongside me," said Hermione.
"All right, we believe you," said George.
"Morning, 'Mione," said Harry.
"Good morning, Harry," said Hermione. Harry pulled her into a three second kiss, and then pulled away.
"Eww! Must you two do that in front of us?" asked a disgusted Fred.
"Yeah..." said George.
"Sorry," said Harry; he turned to Hermione. "Well," he said, "I should probably go get changed. See you at breakfast, 'Mione."
Harry, much to FredÕs and GeorgeÕs disgust, pulled Hermione into another kiss, and headed to his room, where he got changed into a pair of jeans, a green shirt, and went down to breakfast. He met Hermione halfway down the staircase leading to the kitchen, where they would be eating; she was wearing a pair of jeans also, and a baby pink shirt. Harry put his arm around her; Hermione gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and together, they entered the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was just putting breakfast on the table; Ginny, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, and Mr. Weasley were already seated at the table.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry brightly, leading Hermione to a couple empty chairs between Mr. Weasley and Ginny, and across from the headmaster.
"Good morning, Harry dear," she replied.
Harry and Hermione sat down; Harry poured himself and Hermione some pumpkin juice, and they began to eat their breakfast.
Remus looked at Mr. Weasley. "So what were you saying, Arthur?"
"Oh yes," Mr. Weasley replied. "ThereÕs something very fishy going on at the Ministry-"
"Arthur, I donÕt think you should talk about that in front of the kids," Mrs. Weasley interrupted.
"IÕm not a kid!" said Ginny indignantly.
"Be quiet, Ginny," said Mr. Weasley; he turned to his wife. "Perhaps youÕre right, Molly."
Everyone was quiet for a few minutes while they ate their breakfast. Suddenly Ginny spoke up.
"So, Harry," she said, smiling knowingly. Harry looked at her. "You have a good night sleep last night?"
"Er...yeah," he replied.
Ginny turned to Hermione. "Hermione, did you also have a good night sleep last night also?"
Hermione looked at Ginny. "Yeah...."
Tonks looked curiously from Ginny to Hermione, and from Ginny to Harry.
"You looked like you were having a good night sleep," said Ginny. Harry heard the suggestiveness in her voice, and so, unfortunately, did Tonks.
"Why are you asking Harry and Ginny these questions?" Tonks asked. "Do you know something we donÕt?"
"You could say that."
"Really? What?"
Harry and Hermione threw Ginny alarmed looks; DumbledoreÕs eyes twinkled.
"Well," said Ginny, throwing an evil grin in HarryÕs and HermioneÕs direction. "I went up to bed last night, expecting to see Hermione asleep- alone- in her bed." Remus and Mr. Weasley looked up curiously. Harry cringed. "Anyway, when I walked in the room that I share with Hermione, I look over at her bed, and there she is, lying there asleep, in her new red silk night dress."
"You mean the one that Tonks bought for her?" said Remus. Ginny nodded, and Hermione, blushing furiously, put her head in her arms on the table.
"The sheer one?" said Tonks, attracting Mrs. WeasleyÕs attention.
"Yes, that one," said Ginny. "As I was saying, I looked over at Hermione, asleep in her new red night dress, and who should should she be snuggling up with, asleep, in his pyjama bottoms?" Harry put his face in his hands.
"Who?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Why, Harry here."
Remus and Tonks looked at Harry with his eyebrows raised and a smile on his face; Mr. Weasley coughed, and tried his best not to smile, and Dumbledore just smiled. Ginny grinned all the more evilly.
"I donÕt believe you," said Mrs. Weasley. "Harry wouldnÕt-"
"Yes he would, mum," said Fred, entering the kitchen with George. "George and I saw him coming out of GinÕs and 'MioneÕs room this morning. I asked him if they had-"
"Did they?" Mrs. Weasley threw a look at Harry and Hermione.
"We didnÕt, I swear! How many times do I have to keep telling you that?" said a thoroughly embarrassed Harry.
"Well, all right, but if you two had...you know...IÕd have to give you two the Talk."
Harry started banging his head on the table, which brought laughter from the rest of the group. "May I please be excused?" he said. Mrs. Weasley nodded, and Harry left the room, with Hermione close behind.
"Well, that was certainly embarrassing," said Hermione, as she and Harry reached HarryÕs room and shutting the door.
"Yes, it was," said Harry. "Er...whyÕd you shut the door?"
Hermione moved a little closer to Harry. "I donÕt want anybody to see us," she said. She removed HarryÕs glasses and put them on his bedside table.
"See us doing what?" Though Harry knew what was coming. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and Harry, likewise. Harry grinned.
"You look nice without your glasses," said Hermione to Harry, as she moved her face closer to his.
"Thanks," Harry grinned. He moved his face closer to HermioneÕs, so that their lips were touching, and kissed her; they stayed like that for a while, lips locked together, enjoying every second of the kiss, until finally they broke apart.
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O'Malley the Alley Cat= Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of doing that, that'd be just cruel! Anyway, what part of NY do you live in? I went to Manhattan just this past summer...
Wow! Another chapter so quickly! I write so much better when I'm tired. I should stay up late more often...
Disclaimer: Do I really have to repeat it? :-)
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The next morning, when Harry woke up, it took him a couple seconds to remember where he was. Not in his bedroom, but in HermioneÕs and GinnyÕs room. He looked over at GinnyÕs bed, and found that she wasnÕt there, but that her bed was unmade, which means that Ginny had seen him and Hermione sleeping together. Harry hoped Ginny wouldnÕt tell Mrs. Weasley, or even worse, Fred and George. Harry looked to his side, and down at Hermione. She was still asleep. Harry kissed her on the forehead, and then took as much care as he could getting out of bed; he tip-toed slowly to the bedroom door, taking care to be as quiet as possible. He opened the bedroom door quietly, stepped out, and closed it after him. When he turned around, he jumped.
There stood Fred and George, whose bedroom was also on the third floor. They were smirking at Harry.
"What?" said Harry.
"What were you doing in there, Harry?" said Fred suggestively.
"Not doing anything you werenÕt supposed to, now were you?" George grinned evilly.
"Did you have sex?" asked Fred, now also grinning evilly.
"No! No, no, no!" said Harry, appalled.
"Sure you didnÕt," said George. Harry could tell he didnÕt believe him.
"IÕm being serious!"
"Then what were you doing in there?"
"Hermione was a little sad about Ron, and so I comforted her, and helped her to her room!"
"Yes, and then?"
"And then she said she didnÕt want to be left alone, and asked me to sleep in her bed with her, and so I went down to my room, got dressed in my pyjamas, went back to her room, and slept with her!"
"You mean took advantage of her."
"No, Fred, no! I did not take advantage of her! IÕd never do that!" Harry said angrily.
"Uh-huh, sure-"
Then a voice interrupted FredÕs.
"I assure you Fred, nothing happened, other than Harry and I kissing a couple times, and him sleeping in my bed alongside me," said Hermione.
"All right, we believe you," said George.
"Morning, 'Mione," said Harry.
"Good morning, Harry," said Hermione. Harry pulled her into a three second kiss, and then pulled away.
"Eww! Must you two do that in front of us?" asked a disgusted Fred.
"Yeah..." said George.
"Sorry," said Harry; he turned to Hermione. "Well," he said, "I should probably go get changed. See you at breakfast, 'Mione."
Harry, much to FredÕs and GeorgeÕs disgust, pulled Hermione into another kiss, and headed to his room, where he got changed into a pair of jeans, a green shirt, and went down to breakfast. He met Hermione halfway down the staircase leading to the kitchen, where they would be eating; she was wearing a pair of jeans also, and a baby pink shirt. Harry put his arm around her; Hermione gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and together, they entered the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was just putting breakfast on the table; Ginny, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, and Mr. Weasley were already seated at the table.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry brightly, leading Hermione to a couple empty chairs between Mr. Weasley and Ginny, and across from the headmaster.
"Good morning, Harry dear," she replied.
Harry and Hermione sat down; Harry poured himself and Hermione some pumpkin juice, and they began to eat their breakfast.
Remus looked at Mr. Weasley. "So what were you saying, Arthur?"
"Oh yes," Mr. Weasley replied. "ThereÕs something very fishy going on at the Ministry-"
"Arthur, I donÕt think you should talk about that in front of the kids," Mrs. Weasley interrupted.
"IÕm not a kid!" said Ginny indignantly.
"Be quiet, Ginny," said Mr. Weasley; he turned to his wife. "Perhaps youÕre right, Molly."
Everyone was quiet for a few minutes while they ate their breakfast. Suddenly Ginny spoke up.
"So, Harry," she said, smiling knowingly. Harry looked at her. "You have a good night sleep last night?"
"Er...yeah," he replied.
Ginny turned to Hermione. "Hermione, did you also have a good night sleep last night also?"
Hermione looked at Ginny. "Yeah...."
Tonks looked curiously from Ginny to Hermione, and from Ginny to Harry.
"You looked like you were having a good night sleep," said Ginny. Harry heard the suggestiveness in her voice, and so, unfortunately, did Tonks.
"Why are you asking Harry and Ginny these questions?" Tonks asked. "Do you know something we donÕt?"
"You could say that."
"Really? What?"
Harry and Hermione threw Ginny alarmed looks; DumbledoreÕs eyes twinkled.
"Well," said Ginny, throwing an evil grin in HarryÕs and HermioneÕs direction. "I went up to bed last night, expecting to see Hermione asleep- alone- in her bed." Remus and Mr. Weasley looked up curiously. Harry cringed. "Anyway, when I walked in the room that I share with Hermione, I look over at her bed, and there she is, lying there asleep, in her new red silk night dress."
"You mean the one that Tonks bought for her?" said Remus. Ginny nodded, and Hermione, blushing furiously, put her head in her arms on the table.
"The sheer one?" said Tonks, attracting Mrs. WeasleyÕs attention.
"Yes, that one," said Ginny. "As I was saying, I looked over at Hermione, asleep in her new red night dress, and who should should she be snuggling up with, asleep, in his pyjama bottoms?" Harry put his face in his hands.
"Who?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Why, Harry here."
Remus and Tonks looked at Harry with his eyebrows raised and a smile on his face; Mr. Weasley coughed, and tried his best not to smile, and Dumbledore just smiled. Ginny grinned all the more evilly.
"I donÕt believe you," said Mrs. Weasley. "Harry wouldnÕt-"
"Yes he would, mum," said Fred, entering the kitchen with George. "George and I saw him coming out of GinÕs and 'MioneÕs room this morning. I asked him if they had-"
"Did they?" Mrs. Weasley threw a look at Harry and Hermione.
"We didnÕt, I swear! How many times do I have to keep telling you that?" said a thoroughly embarrassed Harry.
"Well, all right, but if you two had...you know...IÕd have to give you two the Talk."
Harry started banging his head on the table, which brought laughter from the rest of the group. "May I please be excused?" he said. Mrs. Weasley nodded, and Harry left the room, with Hermione close behind.
"Well, that was certainly embarrassing," said Hermione, as she and Harry reached HarryÕs room and shutting the door.
"Yes, it was," said Harry. "Er...whyÕd you shut the door?"
Hermione moved a little closer to Harry. "I donÕt want anybody to see us," she said. She removed HarryÕs glasses and put them on his bedside table.
"See us doing what?" Though Harry knew what was coming. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and Harry, likewise. Harry grinned.
"You look nice without your glasses," said Hermione to Harry, as she moved her face closer to his.
"Thanks," Harry grinned. He moved his face closer to HermioneÕs, so that their lips were touching, and kissed her; they stayed like that for a while, lips locked together, enjoying every second of the kiss, until finally they broke apart.
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