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removed, she could.
It's the (not very) long awaited 3rd chapter, is everyone exited?
Harry's thoughts
I profusely apologize for any mistakes and contradictions in this story, in this and all other stories
Thanx 4 the reviews everyone
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There were only two empty chairs left by the time Harry got to breakfast, right next to each other.
Harry grinned broadly. How convenient, she'll have to sit next to me.
A few minutes later, Hermione came down the stairs in one of her plain black robes that hid those magnificent legs. She sat next to Harry, grabbed a plateful of food and began to dig in hungrily, so she didn't notice Harry slide his chair just a bit closer to hers.
The two of them talked with each other and the Weasleys between bites, and when they finished their breakfasts, they stayed a little longer to gab before Harry had to head off for his turn in the shower.
While he washed himself, he managed to keep Hermione's legs out of his thoughts. He got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out the door, almost smacking into Hermione again.
He caught her looking at his exposed chest and abs for a brief moment before she managed to get her eyes up to his and say, "We, uh, shouldn't, um, make this a regular habit." Making them both laugh out loud.
Harry pulled his eyes away from her body, covered only with a towel, just as she started explaining, "Ginny accidentally spilled her failed "stinking bomb" potion on my hair. I'm lucky she's not a great potion maker, otherwise you'd be running away from me right now, and that just wouldn't be good." She said with a small, shy smile.
This made them laugh again, but Harry was more nervous this time, because she seemed to keep coming up with ways to say things that sounded like flirting.
He didn't know, though. He'd never really had experience with girls before, except for the unfortunate date with Cho. Harry still tried to keep that disaster out of his mind.
"Well, uh," he said, "you should, um, probably get in there then." They slid by each other on the narrow landing, Harry heading for his room, Hermoine to her shower.
Damn she looks good in that towel!
Harry pulled off his own towel, realizing the thought of her voluptuous legs had gotten him hard.
I think I'd better put some pants on, this is someone else's house, anyone could just barge in.
As soon as he finished putting his pants on, Ron burst through the door to his room. "Harry, get dressed, Mum's taking me to get a new broom! I'll finally have one that's not handed down! You have to come with!"
"Man, I wish I could, but I promised that I'd bring Hermione to a movie later." Harry said reluctantly.
Ron asked, "What time did you say you would?"
"Three." Harry replied.
"Alright. Knowing me, I'll be looking until after you get back. Have fun," Ron said, "but not too much fun." He added with a wink.
Harry turned away and tried to hide the reddening of his face.
"Hey, 'salright Harry, I've known for a while that you like her."
"Do you know if she likes me, too?" Harry pleaded.
"Can't say really, it's hard to tell with girls. She is a little flirty with you..."
"So she does, right?"
"Don't interrupt. Now, as I was saying, she is a little flirty with you, but she's been flirty with guys before and hasn't been into them. You'll just have to find out later today. And for gosh sakes, don't sound so desperate around her."
"I am NOT desperate. I could have had lots of girls at Hogwarts, I just... um...."
"Yeah, but the way you were pleading to know if she liked you..."
"I DID NOT PLEAD!" Harry roared.
Ron backed off a few steps and put his palms up in a gesture of calming, "OK, you didn't plead. Chill, man. Just try not to be so blatant asking her if she likes you, ok?"
"Alright," Harry ground through his teeth, "but don't you dare breath a word of this to her."
"I never would have. C'mon Harry, I'm a better friend than that."
"Yep," Harry said, having mostly calmed down. "I know you got my back."
He threw his arm around Ron's neck, "and besides, if you did say anything, I'd kick your ass." Harry flipped Ron to the floor, squatted over him, and pulled his arm halfway up his back.
"Harry, did you consider the fact that I have five older brothers." Ron said quietly while facedown, then suddenly was behind Harry, and slammed him face first onto the floor in a full nelson.
"Mercy, uncle, surrender, stop please." Harry begged Ron.
"That's what I thought," Ron disentangled himself from Harry, "Don't worry man, your secret's safe with me,'" He stated, taking his best superhero pose.
They both laughed until a call came from downstairs, "RON!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT, IT'S 1 O'CLOCK AND WE NEED TO GET GOING!"
"BE RIGHT DOWN, MUM! Alright, I'll leave you alone so you can spruce for your date." He punched Harry in the shoulder and walked out the door, heading downstairs.
Well, he thinks it's a good idea, and he's known Hermione as long as I have. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Harry spent the next half an hour getting just the right clothes out of his trunk.
Just like a girl, you weirdo.
He settled on his least ripped, least faded blue jeans and a blue t-shirt that actually fit him. He decided that this outfit showed off his strong, slightly toned body without making him look awkward because of his thin frame. (B/N-well, I changed it a bit but if you don't like it, that's all right.)
He spent the half hour after that looking in the mirror in his room, then trying to get his hair to look at least halfway decent, and looking at it in the mirror again.
What a bird nest! I need some of whatever Hermione used at the Yule ball for this, but I can't get any right now. Crap, I wanna look good for her, cause I know she'll look good, like she always does... HEY, stop that, you need to get ready.
When he finally felt his hair was good enough to go out with, he threw on his light, gray flannel shirt on without buttoning it, because one look out the window made it obvious that cooler weather was on the way and it never hurt to be prepared.
All ready. Ok, now don't freak out or anything. And don't say anything stupid. And don't step on her heels. And open the doors for her. And pay for the movie. And offer popcorn and pop. And offer your flannel if it does get cooler. And... stop this. Just get the hell out there and do what you can. You may not be the best, but you'll just have to make do with what you have.
With that, he strode out of his room downstairs to the living room to wait for Hermione.
It's the (not very) long awaited 3rd chapter, is everyone exited?
Harry's thoughts
I profusely apologize for any mistakes and contradictions in this story, in this and all other stories
Thanx 4 the reviews everyone
I
I
There were only two empty chairs left by the time Harry got to breakfast, right next to each other.
Harry grinned broadly. How convenient, she'll have to sit next to me.
A few minutes later, Hermione came down the stairs in one of her plain black robes that hid those magnificent legs. She sat next to Harry, grabbed a plateful of food and began to dig in hungrily, so she didn't notice Harry slide his chair just a bit closer to hers.
The two of them talked with each other and the Weasleys between bites, and when they finished their breakfasts, they stayed a little longer to gab before Harry had to head off for his turn in the shower.
While he washed himself, he managed to keep Hermione's legs out of his thoughts. He got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out the door, almost smacking into Hermione again.
He caught her looking at his exposed chest and abs for a brief moment before she managed to get her eyes up to his and say, "We, uh, shouldn't, um, make this a regular habit." Making them both laugh out loud.
Harry pulled his eyes away from her body, covered only with a towel, just as she started explaining, "Ginny accidentally spilled her failed "stinking bomb" potion on my hair. I'm lucky she's not a great potion maker, otherwise you'd be running away from me right now, and that just wouldn't be good." She said with a small, shy smile.
This made them laugh again, but Harry was more nervous this time, because she seemed to keep coming up with ways to say things that sounded like flirting.
He didn't know, though. He'd never really had experience with girls before, except for the unfortunate date with Cho. Harry still tried to keep that disaster out of his mind.
"Well, uh," he said, "you should, um, probably get in there then." They slid by each other on the narrow landing, Harry heading for his room, Hermoine to her shower.
Damn she looks good in that towel!
Harry pulled off his own towel, realizing the thought of her voluptuous legs had gotten him hard.
I think I'd better put some pants on, this is someone else's house, anyone could just barge in.
As soon as he finished putting his pants on, Ron burst through the door to his room. "Harry, get dressed, Mum's taking me to get a new broom! I'll finally have one that's not handed down! You have to come with!"
"Man, I wish I could, but I promised that I'd bring Hermione to a movie later." Harry said reluctantly.
Ron asked, "What time did you say you would?"
"Three." Harry replied.
"Alright. Knowing me, I'll be looking until after you get back. Have fun," Ron said, "but not too much fun." He added with a wink.
Harry turned away and tried to hide the reddening of his face.
"Hey, 'salright Harry, I've known for a while that you like her."
"Do you know if she likes me, too?" Harry pleaded.
"Can't say really, it's hard to tell with girls. She is a little flirty with you..."
"So she does, right?"
"Don't interrupt. Now, as I was saying, she is a little flirty with you, but she's been flirty with guys before and hasn't been into them. You'll just have to find out later today. And for gosh sakes, don't sound so desperate around her."
"I am NOT desperate. I could have had lots of girls at Hogwarts, I just... um...."
"Yeah, but the way you were pleading to know if she liked you..."
"I DID NOT PLEAD!" Harry roared.
Ron backed off a few steps and put his palms up in a gesture of calming, "OK, you didn't plead. Chill, man. Just try not to be so blatant asking her if she likes you, ok?"
"Alright," Harry ground through his teeth, "but don't you dare breath a word of this to her."
"I never would have. C'mon Harry, I'm a better friend than that."
"Yep," Harry said, having mostly calmed down. "I know you got my back."
He threw his arm around Ron's neck, "and besides, if you did say anything, I'd kick your ass." Harry flipped Ron to the floor, squatted over him, and pulled his arm halfway up his back.
"Harry, did you consider the fact that I have five older brothers." Ron said quietly while facedown, then suddenly was behind Harry, and slammed him face first onto the floor in a full nelson.
"Mercy, uncle, surrender, stop please." Harry begged Ron.
"That's what I thought," Ron disentangled himself from Harry, "Don't worry man, your secret's safe with me,'" He stated, taking his best superhero pose.
They both laughed until a call came from downstairs, "RON!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT, IT'S 1 O'CLOCK AND WE NEED TO GET GOING!"
"BE RIGHT DOWN, MUM! Alright, I'll leave you alone so you can spruce for your date." He punched Harry in the shoulder and walked out the door, heading downstairs.
Well, he thinks it's a good idea, and he's known Hermione as long as I have. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Harry spent the next half an hour getting just the right clothes out of his trunk.
Just like a girl, you weirdo.
He settled on his least ripped, least faded blue jeans and a blue t-shirt that actually fit him. He decided that this outfit showed off his strong, slightly toned body without making him look awkward because of his thin frame. (B/N-well, I changed it a bit but if you don't like it, that's all right.)
He spent the half hour after that looking in the mirror in his room, then trying to get his hair to look at least halfway decent, and looking at it in the mirror again.
What a bird nest! I need some of whatever Hermione used at the Yule ball for this, but I can't get any right now. Crap, I wanna look good for her, cause I know she'll look good, like she always does... HEY, stop that, you need to get ready.
When he finally felt his hair was good enough to go out with, he threw on his light, gray flannel shirt on without buttoning it, because one look out the window made it obvious that cooler weather was on the way and it never hurt to be prepared.
All ready. Ok, now don't freak out or anything. And don't say anything stupid. And don't step on her heels. And open the doors for her. And pay for the movie. And offer popcorn and pop. And offer your flannel if it does get cooler. And... stop this. Just get the hell out there and do what you can. You may not be the best, but you'll just have to make do with what you have.
With that, he strode out of his room downstairs to the living room to wait for Hermione.