The Comedy Of Errors…and Harry

Chapter 2

We enter the Room of Requirement intoxicated and stumble to the floor laughing. Both of our alcohol levels are beyond, beyond!

"God, you know what? I fuckin' love the Partridge family!" I literally yell.

"Me too!" She agrees. I try to get up, but my whole equilibrium is bounced about, so I stay on the ground. She tries to get up and copies me. We sit there back to back on the hard wooden floor, until she whips around and straddles my lap. She gives me a seductive grin and devours my mouth. Now this is what I'm talking about. We continue snogging for a while until I realize my shirt's being unbuttoned. I finally get some strength and stand up with her. We stop for a second and stare at each other. She attacks my mouth again and before I know it, I'm being slammed into the wall. I take matters into my own hands. I whip her around and slam her into the wall. She manages to push me off. Damn, didn't know she had that in her. Pushing me AGAIN but this time on the bed, flat on my back. My shirt is completely gone, unforgotten on the floor.

"Perfect." I hear her say.

"What?"

"This is perfect." She captures my mouth again. She's unzipping my pants now. I'm too drunk to care. This is wrong… but so right. I know my body isn't acting politely, but my mind is saying to stop. God! It feels so good though. I'm in my boxers now. There's that seductive grin again. Now she's slowly, well she started slow, ripping my boxers off.

"Aww isn't that cute, little snitches." She's referring to my boxers.

"Yeah cute." I hear myself say. Now I'm completely naked and she's fully clothed. Hmm what's a guy to do? I practically rip off her shirt in one swift movement. Then her skirt, then her stockings, shoes…etc…etc. Now we're both naked.

"Ready?" I say stupidly.

"Not yet." That grin again. What the hell? What else is there to do? My clothes are off; I've got a hard-on the size of –

"Holy shit" I groan. She's doing unbelievable things with my…shit! I cannot believe this is happening. Wow. Who would of thunk Hermione Granger would be incredibly gifted in…this? She pulls up for second.

"Harry you're fucking delicious!" I'm honored. Really.

When I feel myself about to come I pull her face up quickly again.

"Not yet."

"What?" She says breathless.

"Not without me inside you." I whisper.

"Oh." She smiles. Here's where the fun begins. Well, it had already started, but now it will be twice as fun!

The rest of the night was a complete blur…literally. I don't remember a thing. They say when two people make love, it's unforgettable, passionate, and a whole lot of other bull shit! Pardon my French, but this sure was an unforgettable night and the next morning sure proved that!

I wake to the warm feeling of somebody in my presence. It's definitely a girl, (wipes forehead). I open my eyes very slowly and stare at the creature that had rocked my world, obviously, last night. Hermione. Oh. My. God. I don't reme-Oh wait I think I do…

"Uh oh." I say to myself. She starts to arouse. This isn't going to be clean. She stares at me for a second and suddenly it clicks. She realizes what's happened. She's a quick one.

"Oh my…Harry…we…we…OH MY GOD!" I don't say anything. "Harry we-."

"Had sex."

"I gathered that." She scolds. Suddenly she jumps up but doesn't think about the fact that she's nude.

"OH GOD!"

"I know."

"You know…"

"Hey, it could have been worse! It could have been RON!!!"

"Oh Harry…"

"Well it could have been. Right?"

"Harry…just… sod off!"

"Excuse me."

"You're not." A very long waited moment of silence. "Harry, look I'm sorry. It's just surprising. I don't remember last night, and that scares me."

"It scares me too. But, I think I do recall some of last night's occurrences. In fact, if I remember correctly, you were most definitely drunk! More drunk than me! And that's saying something!"

"Oh Harry!"

"Well." But before I know it, she stands up, not caring if she's naked, and starts to get dressed. "So this is it? You're telling me you're going to walk out that door and forget about what happened?"

"Forget what?"

"Hermione." She looks at the floor and continues to pull her pants on.

"See you in charms." She says. That was a little cold. The door closes, which leaves me alone with my thoughts once again…the fact that she leaves me alone with my thoughts…ALONE…it scares me. Last night I was sure of it, there had to be some type of "desire" not just in her voice, but in her eyes. I think she's scared. Hermione is scared. We really need to talk about this. I really need to talk to her. So with that being thought of, I quickly found my clothes and headed for my dorm room. I find Ron there looking curious.

"Where were you last night?"

"Umm- I fell asleep…on the couch…la-late last night" I stutter

"Really?" He looks at the ceiling for a second thinking of what he's going to say. "Cause you know, I had that dream again. I tried waiting up for you."

"Circus Burger?"

"How'd you guess?!" He practically yells. I shrug my shoulders.

"Just a habit I guess." I collect my books and we head down to Charms. I find Hermione there looking rather busy at work already. I look for two seats by her but everyone had already stolen them.

"Sorry mate, guess you can't sit by your g/f!"

"Ron."

"Well, you know that's what you want her to be." He said with a smirk.

"No it's not."

"Whatever you say." The remainder of the class that silly smirk stayed plastered to his face….