(A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I have been busy working on my website. To make up for the long wait, this chapter will be longer than the previous one! Enjoy!)
Okay now on with the story!
"I'm waiting. . ." Mrs. Granger said very impatiently.
Hermione knew Hermione would never approve of her being in the same bed with Harry. "Well, I couldn't sleep, so I went to see if Harry was awake." Hermione said not sounding too sure of herself.
"And why couldn't you sleep?"
"The truth?" Hermione hesitated. "The movie really scared me. I did not want to be alone, I know it sounds childish, but the clown in the movie really scared me." (A/N: that movie is the reason I have a fear of clowns)
"I can understand, that movie even scares me." Hermione was shocked! How would her mom be that understanding, after all she did find her daughter in the same bed with a fourteen-year-old boy.
"I still do not approve of you sleeping in Harry's bed. Do not let it happen again!" Mrs. Granger informed the two speechless teenagers standing at he bottom of the stairs.
"We won't," they both answered. Harry and Hermione made their way to kitchen and fixed themselves each a bowl of cereal.
"I can't believe you mum was okay about you being in my bed." Harry stated.
"I know, I thought we were going to be in serious trouble. But I guess my reason for being in your bed was very convincing. I mean if was the truth, I was scared." Hermione commented.
"Well, I'm glad I could be there to make you feel safe." Harry added brushing his hand over Hermione's arm. The soft touch of Harry's hard brushing against her arm and his sweet comment made Hermione blush slightly.
The following days at the Granger house were filled with Hermione's parents on a constant watch. They popped up everywhere, but eventually slacked off, after all, they had no rally reason to not trust Harry and Hermione.
It was a sunny Wednesday morning when Hermione barged into Harry's room shouting. Since they were the only ones in the house because her parents were both at work, Hermione was freed to do as she pleased, shouting at Harry to wake up being one of them.
"Harry wake up! I have a surprise for you!" She shouted pulling away Harry's covers.
"I just want to sleep." Harry grunted. "Can this surprise wait until I wake up?"
"No! We need all the time we can get, and guess what, you are awake," Hermione began to shake him forcing Harry to wake up.
"You win. I'm up, can I have my surprise now?" Harry pleaded sounding a little grumpy.
"If you get dressed. It's not here, we have to leave the house to get your surprise." Hermione informed him.
Harry gave her a puzzled look. What did she have for him that would mean laving the house? It was odd, her parents strictly told them they had to remain at home all day. Hermione was not one to break the rules. It made his surprise that much intriguing knowing that he was going to be breaking a few rules in order to obtain it.
"I'm going to get dressed. Be ready to go in twenty minutes." Hermione informed. She walked out of Harry's room and into her's and shut the door.
Twenty-two minutes later Harry sat oh his bed tying his shoelaces when he head Hermione's door creak open.
"Harry, are you ready to go?" She asked stepping out into the hallway making herself visible to Harry.
He froze as he looked up at Hermione. His jaw dropped and his eyes were fixed on her appearance, she had never look so. . .hot. . .Harry thought. "She looks so amazing, if I could just touch. . .STOP IT! NO! She is your best friend. NO! Don't think like that!" but Harry could not deny it, she did look good. Harry mentally scolded himself for thinking of Hermione like that. "Stop staring at her, she will think you are being weird."
"Harry? Could you please stop staring at me like that. I really do not like being stared at." Hermione said rather nervously.
"Oh. . .umm. . .sorry Hermione. . .umm. . It's just. . .err. . .you look. . .so different. . .but a good different." Harry managed to let out his mouth before letting his hormones take over and blurt out how he really thought she looked.
"Thanks, I think." Hermione raised an eyebrow the n shrugged it off. "Oh my gosh was Harry just checking me out, he was practically drooling and staring. . .does this mean he likes me? I never really thought of him in that way." Hermione thought.
"So now do I get my surprise?" Harry begged.
"Almost. It is an hour away, but our ride will be here shortly."
"Hermione where are taking me?"
"I told you, it's a surprise, I promise you will like it."
"I better, since you are making me wait another hour to get it." Harry gave her a small grin.
"Hermione what is that smell?" Harry questioned sniffing the air. "Is something burning?"
"Oh no, my biscuits!" Hermione's eyes were the size of Dobby's. They darted down the stairs and into the kitchen to be greeted with smoke and an even stronger burning smell.
Coughing, Hermione opened the oven door and pulled out her blackened biscuits and set them on the stovetop.
"I guess we won't be having these for breakfast." Hermione said, Harry just look at he and laughed.
"How long did you have them in there?" Harry asked, fanny smoke away from Hermione's and his face.
"I put them in the oven just before I woke you up. I guess I forgot to take them out when I was suppose to." Hermione had a slightly embarrassing look on he face.
"It's okay Hermione, we can have toast instead. Next time maybe you should set the time on the oven."
"Sorry Harry, I guess I can remember all sorts of spells and charms, it not remember to take biscuits out of the oven." They both laughed.
They fixed some toast accompanied by orange juice. By the time they had cleaned up their mess and the house no longer reeked of a burnt smell a car horn was sounded from the drive way.
"Come on Harry, our ride is here!" Hermione locked the front door and they made their way across the front yard to a bright yellow car, a small chunky bald man sat in the front behind the wheel.
"You have really thought his out haven't you?" Harry asked opening the taxi door. They climbed in and seated themselves. Hermione whispered something to the driver. Harry assumed it was part of his surprise destination.
"I've been planning this all summer. I had to wait until my parents were going to be gone for the whole day so we could have enough time to do this without getting caught." Hermione informed him. "My parents have their monthly meeting after work today, so they will not be home until around 8:00."
"We will be arriving at your destination in approximately fifty-five minutes, depending on traffic." Their driver informed them.
"Traffic?" Does that mean we will going into a big city?" Harry asked looking over to Hermione.
She smiled. "Maybe. You will just have to wait until we get there to find out."
Harry was anxious. No one ever gave him surprises like this. He admired Hermione's planning skills and cleverness of waiting for a day when she was sure her parents would not be returning home early. Forty-five minutes into their trip they began to see signs on the roadside giving the distance to London, it was not that far away either.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Are we going to London?"
"Harry, I told, I won't tell you until we get there! We will be there shortly."
Seventeen minutes later their taxi stopped on a busy street. It reminded Harry of what downtown of the city Hermione lived in looked like. They got out the taxi and Hermione paid the driver.
"Well, Harry here we are! London!"
"Hermione how did you know I have always wanted to come here?"
"I am your best friends, I know these sorts of things about you." She was right. There was no one else who knew him quite like Hermione did. She befriended him on their first train ride to Hogwarts before knowing he was 'the famous Harry Potter.'
"So where would you like to go? We have until six o'clock to be back here for our ride home."
"I don't know, let's just walk around and if we see a shop that looks interesting we can go in it." Harry suggested.
"Good idea. I know one place that I'm taking you as part of your surprise." Hermione told him.
"And where would that be?" Harry asked.
"You just want to know everything don't you?" Hermione said jokingly.
"No. I'm just not used to getting surprises like this. . .Hermione let's go in there!" Harry grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into a tiny shop.
It was a tiny shop filled with all types of odd things neither of then had ever seen. There were chattering toy teeth, small electronic devices that let out random noises.
"So this is a Muggle joke shop." Harry said.
"I guess it is. I've never been in one." Hermione informed him.
They found some tiny black boxes with remote controls. Not knowing what they were, Harry pushed a button a remote. Suddenly, a loud farting sound came out of a nearby box.
"Hermione you really shouldn't do that in public!" Harry teased her.
"That was not me!" She protested while hitting him on the arm lightly. "That box is what farted."
"I've got to get this, Ron will freak out." Harry said picking up a package from the shelf with the lettering 'fart machine' on it. "I bet Fred and George would really like this store."
(A/N: Yea, I know nothing electronic works at Hogwarts, just go with it, it just so happens to fit in my story!)
Harry paid for his farting device and they made their way back onto the street. Both of their stomachs were growling.
"Hermione are you hungry?"
"I guess so, anywhere you want to eat?"
"You pick, its my treat, you've already brought me here. You deserve something for your great planning skills."
"Thank you Harry. I think I would like to eat at McDonald's. I haven't had fast food in so long."
"Okay, where is it at?"
"Uhhh. . .I'm not sure." Hermione looked into the sky trying to find the golden arches. "Oh look I see the big yellow 'M' over there. Some on, it's not that far." She was pointing in the air to their left.
An hour later and full of French fries and cheeseburgers they were once again walking down a busy street.
They stopped in front a clothing store. "Hermione, why are we stopping?" Harry did not understand why she was stopping outside of a male clothing store.
Harry never really cared about his attire. It may not have fit like he wanted, or was suppose to, but he did not care. It did not bother him if his clothes were what a Muggle would call 'fashionable.'
"This is the rest of your surprise. I'm going to get you some clothes that actually fit you." Hermione pulled him into the store. "I want you to pick out a shirt and pair of pants. I will let you know if I approve of them."
Harry searched the store and found a shirt and two pairs of jeans to try on. Hermione felt some-what awkward being the only female in that all-male clothing store, but as long as Harry was by her side she felt a little better.
"Are you ready to try on your clothes?"
"Yes. I think so."
A salesman directed them to a fitting room. Harry went in to try on his clothes and Hermione sat in a chair outside the door waiting.
Moments later Harry walked out wearing a dark red shirt that slightly showed off his toned body and a pair of dark blue jean. He turned around and asked Hermione for her approval.
"I like the shirt, but not the pants."
Harry went back into the room and took off the shirt that he was going to keep and put on another pair of jeans then walked out again.
Hermione looked up at him when he opened the door. Harry had forgot to put a shirt on. Her eyes were fixed on Harry's toned body. He didn't have big bulky muscles, but small defined one that perfectly fit him. She definitely liked the site in front of her. "I had no idea he had a body like that. He looks really good with no shirt on. Snap out of it! Harry is your friend, don't think of him like that, but he really does look good standing there with no shirt on."
"So do you approve of these jeans?" The jeans set perfectly on Harry's body, just low enough to expose the waistband of Harry's blue and white striped boxers, which Hermione caught a glimpse of.
""Yes, they look very good, and will match your red shirt."
"Thanks for the clothes Hermione." Harry said looking into her eyes.
"I'm glad you liked yours surprises. Were they worth the wait?"
"They sure were, and being here with you make it even better." Harry was making her blush.
A dozen stores and three shopping bags later the two were sitting on a bench where they had first arrived in London. Both had sore feet and where really tired.
Their taxi arrived shortly to bring them back home. They had the same driver. The ride home was quiet. Hermione fell asleep on Harry's shoulder and Harry was passes out with his head leaning against Hermione's/
(A/N: take a moment to say aww. . .how cute; okay moment over, on with the story)
They got back to Hermione's house just in enough time to hide their shopping bags and plop down on the couch to watch television when Mr. And Mrs. Granger arrived home.
Okay now on with the story!
"I'm waiting. . ." Mrs. Granger said very impatiently.
Hermione knew Hermione would never approve of her being in the same bed with Harry. "Well, I couldn't sleep, so I went to see if Harry was awake." Hermione said not sounding too sure of herself.
"And why couldn't you sleep?"
"The truth?" Hermione hesitated. "The movie really scared me. I did not want to be alone, I know it sounds childish, but the clown in the movie really scared me." (A/N: that movie is the reason I have a fear of clowns)
"I can understand, that movie even scares me." Hermione was shocked! How would her mom be that understanding, after all she did find her daughter in the same bed with a fourteen-year-old boy.
"I still do not approve of you sleeping in Harry's bed. Do not let it happen again!" Mrs. Granger informed the two speechless teenagers standing at he bottom of the stairs.
"We won't," they both answered. Harry and Hermione made their way to kitchen and fixed themselves each a bowl of cereal.
"I can't believe you mum was okay about you being in my bed." Harry stated.
"I know, I thought we were going to be in serious trouble. But I guess my reason for being in your bed was very convincing. I mean if was the truth, I was scared." Hermione commented.
"Well, I'm glad I could be there to make you feel safe." Harry added brushing his hand over Hermione's arm. The soft touch of Harry's hard brushing against her arm and his sweet comment made Hermione blush slightly.
The following days at the Granger house were filled with Hermione's parents on a constant watch. They popped up everywhere, but eventually slacked off, after all, they had no rally reason to not trust Harry and Hermione.
It was a sunny Wednesday morning when Hermione barged into Harry's room shouting. Since they were the only ones in the house because her parents were both at work, Hermione was freed to do as she pleased, shouting at Harry to wake up being one of them.
"Harry wake up! I have a surprise for you!" She shouted pulling away Harry's covers.
"I just want to sleep." Harry grunted. "Can this surprise wait until I wake up?"
"No! We need all the time we can get, and guess what, you are awake," Hermione began to shake him forcing Harry to wake up.
"You win. I'm up, can I have my surprise now?" Harry pleaded sounding a little grumpy.
"If you get dressed. It's not here, we have to leave the house to get your surprise." Hermione informed him.
Harry gave her a puzzled look. What did she have for him that would mean laving the house? It was odd, her parents strictly told them they had to remain at home all day. Hermione was not one to break the rules. It made his surprise that much intriguing knowing that he was going to be breaking a few rules in order to obtain it.
"I'm going to get dressed. Be ready to go in twenty minutes." Hermione informed. She walked out of Harry's room and into her's and shut the door.
Twenty-two minutes later Harry sat oh his bed tying his shoelaces when he head Hermione's door creak open.
"Harry, are you ready to go?" She asked stepping out into the hallway making herself visible to Harry.
He froze as he looked up at Hermione. His jaw dropped and his eyes were fixed on her appearance, she had never look so. . .hot. . .Harry thought. "She looks so amazing, if I could just touch. . .STOP IT! NO! She is your best friend. NO! Don't think like that!" but Harry could not deny it, she did look good. Harry mentally scolded himself for thinking of Hermione like that. "Stop staring at her, she will think you are being weird."
"Harry? Could you please stop staring at me like that. I really do not like being stared at." Hermione said rather nervously.
"Oh. . .umm. . .sorry Hermione. . .umm. . It's just. . .err. . .you look. . .so different. . .but a good different." Harry managed to let out his mouth before letting his hormones take over and blurt out how he really thought she looked.
"Thanks, I think." Hermione raised an eyebrow the n shrugged it off. "Oh my gosh was Harry just checking me out, he was practically drooling and staring. . .does this mean he likes me? I never really thought of him in that way." Hermione thought.
"So now do I get my surprise?" Harry begged.
"Almost. It is an hour away, but our ride will be here shortly."
"Hermione where are taking me?"
"I told you, it's a surprise, I promise you will like it."
"I better, since you are making me wait another hour to get it." Harry gave her a small grin.
"Hermione what is that smell?" Harry questioned sniffing the air. "Is something burning?"
"Oh no, my biscuits!" Hermione's eyes were the size of Dobby's. They darted down the stairs and into the kitchen to be greeted with smoke and an even stronger burning smell.
Coughing, Hermione opened the oven door and pulled out her blackened biscuits and set them on the stovetop.
"I guess we won't be having these for breakfast." Hermione said, Harry just look at he and laughed.
"How long did you have them in there?" Harry asked, fanny smoke away from Hermione's and his face.
"I put them in the oven just before I woke you up. I guess I forgot to take them out when I was suppose to." Hermione had a slightly embarrassing look on he face.
"It's okay Hermione, we can have toast instead. Next time maybe you should set the time on the oven."
"Sorry Harry, I guess I can remember all sorts of spells and charms, it not remember to take biscuits out of the oven." They both laughed.
They fixed some toast accompanied by orange juice. By the time they had cleaned up their mess and the house no longer reeked of a burnt smell a car horn was sounded from the drive way.
"Come on Harry, our ride is here!" Hermione locked the front door and they made their way across the front yard to a bright yellow car, a small chunky bald man sat in the front behind the wheel.
"You have really thought his out haven't you?" Harry asked opening the taxi door. They climbed in and seated themselves. Hermione whispered something to the driver. Harry assumed it was part of his surprise destination.
"I've been planning this all summer. I had to wait until my parents were going to be gone for the whole day so we could have enough time to do this without getting caught." Hermione informed him. "My parents have their monthly meeting after work today, so they will not be home until around 8:00."
"We will be arriving at your destination in approximately fifty-five minutes, depending on traffic." Their driver informed them.
"Traffic?" Does that mean we will going into a big city?" Harry asked looking over to Hermione.
She smiled. "Maybe. You will just have to wait until we get there to find out."
Harry was anxious. No one ever gave him surprises like this. He admired Hermione's planning skills and cleverness of waiting for a day when she was sure her parents would not be returning home early. Forty-five minutes into their trip they began to see signs on the roadside giving the distance to London, it was not that far away either.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Are we going to London?"
"Harry, I told, I won't tell you until we get there! We will be there shortly."
Seventeen minutes later their taxi stopped on a busy street. It reminded Harry of what downtown of the city Hermione lived in looked like. They got out the taxi and Hermione paid the driver.
"Well, Harry here we are! London!"
"Hermione how did you know I have always wanted to come here?"
"I am your best friends, I know these sorts of things about you." She was right. There was no one else who knew him quite like Hermione did. She befriended him on their first train ride to Hogwarts before knowing he was 'the famous Harry Potter.'
"So where would you like to go? We have until six o'clock to be back here for our ride home."
"I don't know, let's just walk around and if we see a shop that looks interesting we can go in it." Harry suggested.
"Good idea. I know one place that I'm taking you as part of your surprise." Hermione told him.
"And where would that be?" Harry asked.
"You just want to know everything don't you?" Hermione said jokingly.
"No. I'm just not used to getting surprises like this. . .Hermione let's go in there!" Harry grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into a tiny shop.
It was a tiny shop filled with all types of odd things neither of then had ever seen. There were chattering toy teeth, small electronic devices that let out random noises.
"So this is a Muggle joke shop." Harry said.
"I guess it is. I've never been in one." Hermione informed him.
They found some tiny black boxes with remote controls. Not knowing what they were, Harry pushed a button a remote. Suddenly, a loud farting sound came out of a nearby box.
"Hermione you really shouldn't do that in public!" Harry teased her.
"That was not me!" She protested while hitting him on the arm lightly. "That box is what farted."
"I've got to get this, Ron will freak out." Harry said picking up a package from the shelf with the lettering 'fart machine' on it. "I bet Fred and George would really like this store."
(A/N: Yea, I know nothing electronic works at Hogwarts, just go with it, it just so happens to fit in my story!)
Harry paid for his farting device and they made their way back onto the street. Both of their stomachs were growling.
"Hermione are you hungry?"
"I guess so, anywhere you want to eat?"
"You pick, its my treat, you've already brought me here. You deserve something for your great planning skills."
"Thank you Harry. I think I would like to eat at McDonald's. I haven't had fast food in so long."
"Okay, where is it at?"
"Uhhh. . .I'm not sure." Hermione looked into the sky trying to find the golden arches. "Oh look I see the big yellow 'M' over there. Some on, it's not that far." She was pointing in the air to their left.
An hour later and full of French fries and cheeseburgers they were once again walking down a busy street.
They stopped in front a clothing store. "Hermione, why are we stopping?" Harry did not understand why she was stopping outside of a male clothing store.
Harry never really cared about his attire. It may not have fit like he wanted, or was suppose to, but he did not care. It did not bother him if his clothes were what a Muggle would call 'fashionable.'
"This is the rest of your surprise. I'm going to get you some clothes that actually fit you." Hermione pulled him into the store. "I want you to pick out a shirt and pair of pants. I will let you know if I approve of them."
Harry searched the store and found a shirt and two pairs of jeans to try on. Hermione felt some-what awkward being the only female in that all-male clothing store, but as long as Harry was by her side she felt a little better.
"Are you ready to try on your clothes?"
"Yes. I think so."
A salesman directed them to a fitting room. Harry went in to try on his clothes and Hermione sat in a chair outside the door waiting.
Moments later Harry walked out wearing a dark red shirt that slightly showed off his toned body and a pair of dark blue jean. He turned around and asked Hermione for her approval.
"I like the shirt, but not the pants."
Harry went back into the room and took off the shirt that he was going to keep and put on another pair of jeans then walked out again.
Hermione looked up at him when he opened the door. Harry had forgot to put a shirt on. Her eyes were fixed on Harry's toned body. He didn't have big bulky muscles, but small defined one that perfectly fit him. She definitely liked the site in front of her. "I had no idea he had a body like that. He looks really good with no shirt on. Snap out of it! Harry is your friend, don't think of him like that, but he really does look good standing there with no shirt on."
"So do you approve of these jeans?" The jeans set perfectly on Harry's body, just low enough to expose the waistband of Harry's blue and white striped boxers, which Hermione caught a glimpse of.
""Yes, they look very good, and will match your red shirt."
"Thanks for the clothes Hermione." Harry said looking into her eyes.
"I'm glad you liked yours surprises. Were they worth the wait?"
"They sure were, and being here with you make it even better." Harry was making her blush.
A dozen stores and three shopping bags later the two were sitting on a bench where they had first arrived in London. Both had sore feet and where really tired.
Their taxi arrived shortly to bring them back home. They had the same driver. The ride home was quiet. Hermione fell asleep on Harry's shoulder and Harry was passes out with his head leaning against Hermione's/
(A/N: take a moment to say aww. . .how cute; okay moment over, on with the story)
They got back to Hermione's house just in enough time to hide their shopping bags and plop down on the couch to watch television when Mr. And Mrs. Granger arrived home.