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Neo Anderson= I'm not upping the rating again. I've read stories more...shall we say, graphic, than this one, and they were rated PG-13. I'm just pushing the limits...even more so with this chapter. *grins evilly*
Disclaimer: I'm sure you already know what's supposed to go here, so I need not repeat it.
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Two weeks later, Harry was woken up in the morning by a knock at his door.
Knock knock.
Harry blearily opened his eyes.
Knock knock.
"Who is it?" Harry called out groggily.
"Harry, dear, itÕs time to get up!" came Mrs. WeasleyÕs voice. "You have to go back to school tomorrow, and we havenÕt bought any of your things yet, so as soon as you all are ready, weÕre going to Diagon Alley."
Harry got up. "Are we staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight?" he called out.
"Yes, now get yourself up."
"IÕm up, IÕm up," said Harry; he heard Mrs. Weasley walk up the stairs to the third floor, and proceeded to get dressed. He put on a pair of jeans, and a short-sleeved blue and green shirt, and proceeded to pack his things away in his trunk. When he was done, he headed down to the kitchen, with his trunk in tow, and found that he was the last person there.
"Hey, Harry," said Hermione. She was looking very pretty today in a denim skirt and a salmon colored top.
"Hello, 'Mione."
"Now that you are all here," said Mrs. Weasley, looking around at Hermione, Ginny, and Harry, and also Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Lupin, as well as the twins. "I have some floo powder here, and weÕll all floo to the Leaky Cauldron. IÕll go first, so I can reserve our rooms."
"Whatever you say, Molly dear," said Mr. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley walked over to the fireplace, threw in some floo powder, and at once emerald green flames erupted; she stepped inside, said 'the Leaky Cauldron!Õ and disappeared.
"Well, Harry, Ginny, Hermione," said Mrs. Weasley once Harry had emerged from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, "I have your room numbers right here, so if youÕll be so kind as to come over to me..." Harry, Hermione, and Ginny dragged their trunks over to Mrs. Weasley. "Harry, dear, youÕll be in room eleven; Hermione, youÕll be in room ten; Fred, George, youÕll be in room nine; Ginny, room eight; Remus, room seven; Tonks, room six; and Arthur, you and I will be in room five."
"All right, Molly, dear," said Arthur.
"Now, scoot, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, get your things put away, and then you can shop for your school things."
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny did just that; Harry floated his trunk up the staircase, and towards room eleven; HermioneÕs room was opposite him.
"Hermione," said Harry, "why donÕt you and I meet back out here in about, say, fifteen minutes?"
"All right."
Harry gave Hermione a quick kiss, again, much to FredÕs and GeorgeÕs disgust, and went into his room, and closed the door. The room was exactly how he remembered it from his third year. There was the extremely comfortable bed, the oak furniture, and the fireplace, though, at the moment, there was no fire.
Harry dragged his trunk over to the bed; he opened it, and took out the little bag in which he always kept his Wizarding money. Harry shook it; there was a little clinking of some coins. He decided that heÕd stop at GringottÕs with Hermione to replenish his store of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.
Harry took one of his school robes, and put the little bag of Wizarding money inside on of his many pockets, along with his wand. Harry went over to his bed, and lay down on it for a few minutes until he heard a knock at the door.
"Harry?" It was Hermione. "Harry, IÕm ready to go."
Harry grinned and put the key to his room in his jeans pocket, and Apparated to HermioneÕs side outside his room (he had passed the Apparation test that summer before his birthday).
Hermione started. "Harry, donÕt do that! You scared me!"
"Ah, sorry Hermione," said Harry. "Well, shall we get going? First, though, I need to stop by GringottÕs and get some more money out of my vault."
"All right," said Hermione. "And then I need to get some money of my own; IÕll need to exchange the muggle money that my mum and dad gave me."
"All right," said Harry, and they set off towardÕs the Wizard bank.
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"So where do you want to first?"
Harry and Hermione were standing outside GringottÕs; both had a good amount of money with them, and were deciding which store to go to first to get their school things.
"Um...how about the Apothecary?" said Hermione. "I need to get some more Potions ingrediants."
"Yeah, me too," said Harry. He set off with Hermione towards the Apothecary, and they got what they needed. Afterwards, Harry suggested that they go to Flourish and BlottÕs, the Wizarding bookstore. Hermione thought that this was a good idea, and so they headed that way.
"What books will you be needing, miss?" said the man who worked there.
"IÕll be needing a copy of NEWTÕs Advanced Potions, NEWTÕs Advanced Transfiguration, NEWTÕs Advanced Charms, and NEWTÕs Advance Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione in a business like tone.
"All right, then, miss."
"Make that two copies of each," said Harry; he smiled at Hermione, who smiled back.
"Right you are, sir," said the sales man, and he headed off to get what Harry and Hermione had requested. While he was gone, an unexpected guest turned up.
"Go away, Malfoy," said Hermione forcefully, glaring at him.
"Watch your mouth, Granger," said Malfoy. "I donÕt appreciate it when Mudbloods talk to me like that."
Harry immediatley started towards his enemy, but Hermione held him back. "DonÕt!" she whispered. Then she turned to Malfoy. "Well, youÕd better get used to it, because thatÕs how IÕm always going to be talking to you. You and your purebloodedness, you think youÕre so great, donÕt you? Always walking around Hogwarts as thought you own the place. Well, IÕm afraid to disappoint you, but you donÕt own it, and now that your precious daddyÕs in Azkaban, youÕve got no right to behave like that. YouÕre just a piece of indecent pureblood scum like your father."
Hermione took a deep breath and glared at Malfoy, who looked murderous. He started towards Hermione, but unfortunately couldnÕt do anything because right then the sales man came back with herÕs and HarryÕs books.
"ThatÕll be ten Galleons for the lot." Harry paid the sales man.
The salesman left, and Hermione threw one last glare in MalfoyÕs direction.
"What are you going to do, Granger?" said Malfoy, his voice full of malice.
Hermione said nothing, but stepped up close to him, raised her fist, and punched him hard in the jaw. She hurried out of the store, with Harry behind her.
"Hermione!" Harry was impressed. "That was incredible!"
"Why thank you, Harry," Hermione replied, smiling. "I must say, it felt immensely satisfying putting Malfoy in his place like that."
"He sure needed it," said Harry. He pulled Hermione into a short, quick kiss, making a few passerby stare. Harry waved at them, smiling sarcastically, and the passerby went on their way.
Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the day together. At noon, they ate lunch at a cafe right across from WeasleyÕs Wizarding Wheezes, which Fred and George owned. Harry and Hermione went there after they were done eating, and the twins gave them some free stuff, including some joke sweets, like Canary Creams. Harry and Hermione stayed there until closing time, which was at seven oÕclock, and together, they and the twins set off for the Leaky cauldron to have dinner with the rest of the group.
"You kids have a nice day today?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah," Ginny replied, taking a bite of steak. She had spent the day with Tonks.
"How about you two?" Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry, who was digging into his mashed potatoes, and Hermione, was was sipping her Pumpkin juice.
"We had a good day," said Hermione, putting her glass of juice down. "At Flourish and Blotts Harry and I met up with Malfoy. I have him a good talking to, and punched him in the jaw-" the Weasley twins cheered, and gave Hermione high-fives "-and after that, Harry and I spent the rest of the day with Fred and George in their joke shop."
Mrs. Weasley frowned. She obviously didnÕt approve of fighting, but she kept silent. Mr. Weasley engaged Tonks in a discussion about electrical muggle objects, while the rest of the group plowed through their dinner.
About an hour later, everyone was finished eating. The atmosphere was very relaxed, and Harry, Fred, and George were leaning back in their chairs, looks of content on their faces.
"Well," said Fred and George, "weÕd better get our room. Good night."
Everyone wished them good night; then they all sat at the table for a few more minutes. There was a distant rumble of thunder. Mr. and Mr. Weasley Excused themselves from the table; and slowly, everyone else excused themselves, until the only person left at the table was Harry. He took a sip of his Pumpkin juice, and decided that heÕd better get some sleep; heÕd need it, because the next day he was going back to Hogwarts.
Harry got out of his seat and went up the stairs and to his room. He took the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door as more thunder sounded, and stepped inside.
There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Harry stood in front of this for a few minutes, and then reluctantly went over to his trunk and took out his blue pyjama bottoms. He undressed, and put his pyjama bottoms on. He heard another rumble of thunder, which sounded closer, and a knock at his door. Harry went over to his door, opened it, and saw Hermione standing there, in her barely sheer, red silk night dress. She had a floral silk bathrobe on, and from the expression on her face, Harry could tell that she was a little scared.
"Hermione?" said Harry. "Oh- come in, come in." Harry held the door open for her, and closed in when she had gone through. "Are you all right?"
"IÕm sorry Harry," Hermione replied, distressed. "ItÕs just that...IÕve always been scared of thunder. I donÕt know why.... Um..." she trailed off, looking at Harry desperately.
"Do you want to sleep in here?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well, all right." Harry walked over to the edge of the bed.
Hermione took off her silk bathrobe, and was about to climb under the covers when she saw Harry looking at her.
"What?" she said.
Harry gave his head a little shake. "Sorry," he said quickly. "ItÕs just that you look...well...so beautiful tonight."
Hermione smiled, and walked over to Harry.
"Really?"
"Yeah..." Harry caressed the side of her face, and smiled.
Hermione smiled, and wrapped her arms around Harry; she gave a quick kiss.
"You probably donÕt know this," said Harry, placing a hand on either side of HermioneÕs face, "but youÕre just about the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. The other guys are just too much of an idiot to see it." Hermione smiled. Harry drew his face closer to hers, and placed his lips gently on hers, and drew away, almost reluctantly.
Hermione looked straight into HarryÕs eyes, smiling. She gently removed his glasses. Harry pulled her face to his. He felt Hermione wrap her arms once more around him as he put his arms around his waist as they kissed with an affection that surprised even Harry. They remained this way for a few more seconds, until Hermione broke apart suddenly and pushed Harry onto the bed, wearing a mischievous smile on her face.
"Wha-?" said Harry. Then he understood. He smiled mischievously, and pulled Hermione down onto the bed with him as they began to kiss with a renewed fervor.
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please review
Neo Anderson= I'm not upping the rating again. I've read stories more...shall we say, graphic, than this one, and they were rated PG-13. I'm just pushing the limits...even more so with this chapter. *grins evilly*
Disclaimer: I'm sure you already know what's supposed to go here, so I need not repeat it.
~*~
Two weeks later, Harry was woken up in the morning by a knock at his door.
Knock knock.
Harry blearily opened his eyes.
Knock knock.
"Who is it?" Harry called out groggily.
"Harry, dear, itÕs time to get up!" came Mrs. WeasleyÕs voice. "You have to go back to school tomorrow, and we havenÕt bought any of your things yet, so as soon as you all are ready, weÕre going to Diagon Alley."
Harry got up. "Are we staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight?" he called out.
"Yes, now get yourself up."
"IÕm up, IÕm up," said Harry; he heard Mrs. Weasley walk up the stairs to the third floor, and proceeded to get dressed. He put on a pair of jeans, and a short-sleeved blue and green shirt, and proceeded to pack his things away in his trunk. When he was done, he headed down to the kitchen, with his trunk in tow, and found that he was the last person there.
"Hey, Harry," said Hermione. She was looking very pretty today in a denim skirt and a salmon colored top.
"Hello, 'Mione."
"Now that you are all here," said Mrs. Weasley, looking around at Hermione, Ginny, and Harry, and also Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Lupin, as well as the twins. "I have some floo powder here, and weÕll all floo to the Leaky Cauldron. IÕll go first, so I can reserve our rooms."
"Whatever you say, Molly dear," said Mr. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley walked over to the fireplace, threw in some floo powder, and at once emerald green flames erupted; she stepped inside, said 'the Leaky Cauldron!Õ and disappeared.
"Well, Harry, Ginny, Hermione," said Mrs. Weasley once Harry had emerged from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, "I have your room numbers right here, so if youÕll be so kind as to come over to me..." Harry, Hermione, and Ginny dragged their trunks over to Mrs. Weasley. "Harry, dear, youÕll be in room eleven; Hermione, youÕll be in room ten; Fred, George, youÕll be in room nine; Ginny, room eight; Remus, room seven; Tonks, room six; and Arthur, you and I will be in room five."
"All right, Molly, dear," said Arthur.
"Now, scoot, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, get your things put away, and then you can shop for your school things."
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny did just that; Harry floated his trunk up the staircase, and towards room eleven; HermioneÕs room was opposite him.
"Hermione," said Harry, "why donÕt you and I meet back out here in about, say, fifteen minutes?"
"All right."
Harry gave Hermione a quick kiss, again, much to FredÕs and GeorgeÕs disgust, and went into his room, and closed the door. The room was exactly how he remembered it from his third year. There was the extremely comfortable bed, the oak furniture, and the fireplace, though, at the moment, there was no fire.
Harry dragged his trunk over to the bed; he opened it, and took out the little bag in which he always kept his Wizarding money. Harry shook it; there was a little clinking of some coins. He decided that heÕd stop at GringottÕs with Hermione to replenish his store of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.
Harry took one of his school robes, and put the little bag of Wizarding money inside on of his many pockets, along with his wand. Harry went over to his bed, and lay down on it for a few minutes until he heard a knock at the door.
"Harry?" It was Hermione. "Harry, IÕm ready to go."
Harry grinned and put the key to his room in his jeans pocket, and Apparated to HermioneÕs side outside his room (he had passed the Apparation test that summer before his birthday).
Hermione started. "Harry, donÕt do that! You scared me!"
"Ah, sorry Hermione," said Harry. "Well, shall we get going? First, though, I need to stop by GringottÕs and get some more money out of my vault."
"All right," said Hermione. "And then I need to get some money of my own; IÕll need to exchange the muggle money that my mum and dad gave me."
"All right," said Harry, and they set off towardÕs the Wizard bank.
~*~
"So where do you want to first?"
Harry and Hermione were standing outside GringottÕs; both had a good amount of money with them, and were deciding which store to go to first to get their school things.
"Um...how about the Apothecary?" said Hermione. "I need to get some more Potions ingrediants."
"Yeah, me too," said Harry. He set off with Hermione towards the Apothecary, and they got what they needed. Afterwards, Harry suggested that they go to Flourish and BlottÕs, the Wizarding bookstore. Hermione thought that this was a good idea, and so they headed that way.
"What books will you be needing, miss?" said the man who worked there.
"IÕll be needing a copy of NEWTÕs Advanced Potions, NEWTÕs Advanced Transfiguration, NEWTÕs Advanced Charms, and NEWTÕs Advance Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione in a business like tone.
"All right, then, miss."
"Make that two copies of each," said Harry; he smiled at Hermione, who smiled back.
"Right you are, sir," said the sales man, and he headed off to get what Harry and Hermione had requested. While he was gone, an unexpected guest turned up.
"Go away, Malfoy," said Hermione forcefully, glaring at him.
"Watch your mouth, Granger," said Malfoy. "I donÕt appreciate it when Mudbloods talk to me like that."
Harry immediatley started towards his enemy, but Hermione held him back. "DonÕt!" she whispered. Then she turned to Malfoy. "Well, youÕd better get used to it, because thatÕs how IÕm always going to be talking to you. You and your purebloodedness, you think youÕre so great, donÕt you? Always walking around Hogwarts as thought you own the place. Well, IÕm afraid to disappoint you, but you donÕt own it, and now that your precious daddyÕs in Azkaban, youÕve got no right to behave like that. YouÕre just a piece of indecent pureblood scum like your father."
Hermione took a deep breath and glared at Malfoy, who looked murderous. He started towards Hermione, but unfortunately couldnÕt do anything because right then the sales man came back with herÕs and HarryÕs books.
"ThatÕll be ten Galleons for the lot." Harry paid the sales man.
The salesman left, and Hermione threw one last glare in MalfoyÕs direction.
"What are you going to do, Granger?" said Malfoy, his voice full of malice.
Hermione said nothing, but stepped up close to him, raised her fist, and punched him hard in the jaw. She hurried out of the store, with Harry behind her.
"Hermione!" Harry was impressed. "That was incredible!"
"Why thank you, Harry," Hermione replied, smiling. "I must say, it felt immensely satisfying putting Malfoy in his place like that."
"He sure needed it," said Harry. He pulled Hermione into a short, quick kiss, making a few passerby stare. Harry waved at them, smiling sarcastically, and the passerby went on their way.
Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the day together. At noon, they ate lunch at a cafe right across from WeasleyÕs Wizarding Wheezes, which Fred and George owned. Harry and Hermione went there after they were done eating, and the twins gave them some free stuff, including some joke sweets, like Canary Creams. Harry and Hermione stayed there until closing time, which was at seven oÕclock, and together, they and the twins set off for the Leaky cauldron to have dinner with the rest of the group.
"You kids have a nice day today?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah," Ginny replied, taking a bite of steak. She had spent the day with Tonks.
"How about you two?" Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry, who was digging into his mashed potatoes, and Hermione, was was sipping her Pumpkin juice.
"We had a good day," said Hermione, putting her glass of juice down. "At Flourish and Blotts Harry and I met up with Malfoy. I have him a good talking to, and punched him in the jaw-" the Weasley twins cheered, and gave Hermione high-fives "-and after that, Harry and I spent the rest of the day with Fred and George in their joke shop."
Mrs. Weasley frowned. She obviously didnÕt approve of fighting, but she kept silent. Mr. Weasley engaged Tonks in a discussion about electrical muggle objects, while the rest of the group plowed through their dinner.
About an hour later, everyone was finished eating. The atmosphere was very relaxed, and Harry, Fred, and George were leaning back in their chairs, looks of content on their faces.
"Well," said Fred and George, "weÕd better get our room. Good night."
Everyone wished them good night; then they all sat at the table for a few more minutes. There was a distant rumble of thunder. Mr. and Mr. Weasley Excused themselves from the table; and slowly, everyone else excused themselves, until the only person left at the table was Harry. He took a sip of his Pumpkin juice, and decided that heÕd better get some sleep; heÕd need it, because the next day he was going back to Hogwarts.
Harry got out of his seat and went up the stairs and to his room. He took the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door as more thunder sounded, and stepped inside.
There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Harry stood in front of this for a few minutes, and then reluctantly went over to his trunk and took out his blue pyjama bottoms. He undressed, and put his pyjama bottoms on. He heard another rumble of thunder, which sounded closer, and a knock at his door. Harry went over to his door, opened it, and saw Hermione standing there, in her barely sheer, red silk night dress. She had a floral silk bathrobe on, and from the expression on her face, Harry could tell that she was a little scared.
"Hermione?" said Harry. "Oh- come in, come in." Harry held the door open for her, and closed in when she had gone through. "Are you all right?"
"IÕm sorry Harry," Hermione replied, distressed. "ItÕs just that...IÕve always been scared of thunder. I donÕt know why.... Um..." she trailed off, looking at Harry desperately.
"Do you want to sleep in here?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well, all right." Harry walked over to the edge of the bed.
Hermione took off her silk bathrobe, and was about to climb under the covers when she saw Harry looking at her.
"What?" she said.
Harry gave his head a little shake. "Sorry," he said quickly. "ItÕs just that you look...well...so beautiful tonight."
Hermione smiled, and walked over to Harry.
"Really?"
"Yeah..." Harry caressed the side of her face, and smiled.
Hermione smiled, and wrapped her arms around Harry; she gave a quick kiss.
"You probably donÕt know this," said Harry, placing a hand on either side of HermioneÕs face, "but youÕre just about the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. The other guys are just too much of an idiot to see it." Hermione smiled. Harry drew his face closer to hers, and placed his lips gently on hers, and drew away, almost reluctantly.
Hermione looked straight into HarryÕs eyes, smiling. She gently removed his glasses. Harry pulled her face to his. He felt Hermione wrap her arms once more around him as he put his arms around his waist as they kissed with an affection that surprised even Harry. They remained this way for a few more seconds, until Hermione broke apart suddenly and pushed Harry onto the bed, wearing a mischievous smile on her face.
"Wha-?" said Harry. Then he understood. He smiled mischievously, and pulled Hermione down onto the bed with him as they began to kiss with a renewed fervor.
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