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Chapter 12

The sweetest thing (Part 1)

The first week of school was formerly known as the laid back week and prepare for the new school year. Fred and George, the class clowns gave it the nickname, Week of Torture. No longer was it a time to be lax for Sixth and Seventh years. Sixth years students were training now physically similar to the Quidditch team and trained attack spell arsenals instead of standard defense spells.

Moans could be heard from the majority of the upper classmen, no one had told them what to prepare for and this training was harsh for most people. Hermione hadn't able talked with Harry for most of the week. and she wanted to hear his voice very badly. Being in the same classroom was highly unbearable for he seemed to always know the answer and the hectic schedules made most of their time studying in hopes that the never ending series of pop quizzes were going to end.

Saturday rolled by and Hermione was woken by a snow owl, Hedwig. Picking up the package, she tore the letter open.

Dear Sweet Beloved Hermione,

You have lasted longer than the crowd and shown more love than anyone else has ever done for me. You are my world and I hope to show you it, today. Here is a vase and a rose. Another rose will appear when my mind wanders away from this world and thinks about you. The roses will never wilt because my love will never fade. It is the love in me that makes these roses last forever, when my bones are gone and my name is forgotten these roses will stay because I will always love you for all of eternity.

Your love,

Harry Potter

Hermione stared at the twin identical red roses as another appeared right beside it. She sighed happily even though the doubt still remained. Harry was being a hopeless romantic. Another of reddest rose she had ever seen appeared in the vase. Ginny and Lavender were shocked seeing the vase and the roses from Harry.

Ginny scoffed, "Only four roses, I thought the Potters were some of the richest wizards around. To me Harry seems kind of cheap." She gasped as another rose appeared

Lavender squealed, "Ooo, What's the enchantment?"

Hermione handed her girl friends Harry's letter. Lavender was the first to respond, "Oh, Harry is so romantic. You are one very lucky girl; any gal would do anything for a man like him. I'm very sorry. That we have to get you up, but Harry told us to get you ready for the best day of your life. See you tomorrow, and I think just between us girls can safely say that Harry is doing something for you. Maybe, he's looking for a little action."

Giggles from both Lavender and Ginny made Hermione toss her pillows at them. Hermione knew they were right; Harry was being awfully romantic for even her standards. Getting on a blouse and a nice matching skirt, she walked down the stairs to see Harry holding a rose. His glasses couldn't contain the warmth of his emerald eyes. She snuggled into his arms as he kissed her forehead and let the rose fully blossom and shower her in red petals fluttering up and away. A petal tickled her nose as it fluttered by her on the way down the ground.

"Come Hermione, breakfast awaits us." Harry pulled her towards the Fat Lady.

Giggling, Hermione followed his footsteps; she noticed he walked past the great hall. Nor towards the kitchens but to a room, Hermione had never seen before. As the door opened, the sight was amazing. A small room with a fire place flickering with warm tongues. A round table set for two with a small blue vase containing some of the reddest roses that she had ever seen. The rose smell permeated the air and breakfast look absolutely tantalizingly perfect. Fruit of all sorts adorn the outer edge while every sort of cereal was closer in and in the center adorning the vase was waffles, pancakes, and muffins.

"Harry, did you do this for me?" Hermione inquired through the shock.

Harry's warm face showering her with love was eager to reply, "Of course I did this for you, love. You are my world, and you are my life, I want to show you how happy and loved I feel when you smile at me. I will always love you, Hermione."

"Oh Harry," was all she could reply before falling into his arms.

Harry sat in a chair with Hermione in is lap. His smile was radiating an aura of peace and contentment; it seemed as if the legendary ice walls never existed as happiness poured from the emerald oceans. His strong arms were wrapped around Hermione's waist as she ate some cherries and strawberries. He bit into a strawberry that Hermione offered him. His emerald eyes watch focally on Hermione

Hermione nibbled and suckled the strawberries one by one. Something deep inside her was let loose as she did it. Normally she didn't play with food, but something dirty and erotic was always coming free when she was near Harry. Her leg could feel Harry's male hood hardening. His breathes became heavier and the very air seemed plastered with his desire. Hermione was quite pleased with herself and she let out a seductive purr. Not letting him get the chance to moan in delight. She turned completely facing him straddling him between her legs, and kissed him heavily. Her tongued played with Harry's in her mouth and how he moaned into her mouth. That moan was enticing, and she wanted to cause him to moan more. She knew what was going on in his head. The very thought of someone finding her attractive was absurd as it is, but Harry found her sexy and he brought out the sexy side of her. Her hands roamed around his muscular chest. Almost not wanting the kiss to end as their lips left, she was breathing almost as heavily as him when finished.

"God, Hermione. You're so perfect." Harry's husky voice overlapped with desire and lust.

Hermione laughed, "I am not."

Harry was shocked and he inquired, "Hermione what do you think of yourself?"

"I think I am smart, know-it-all, diligent, hard working, ugly, and most of all bossy girl. Why you ask Harry?" She replied almost fearing the words.

"I don't see your views."

"What do you think, Harry?" That fear Ronald had planted in Hermione was growing by the minute.

"I see my love who is a very smart talented witch. She is the most caring and loving girl ever. She is alluring. She is neither pretty nor beautiful because those are understatements of her beauty. She is the fucking hottest girl in England. She has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. She is too-damn sexy for her clothes. That is not all I think of her." Harry answered with complete honesty.

With tears of joy forming in her eyes, she spoke ever so softly "What else do you think, Harry?"

"You may hate me for it." Harry replied with a low throaty growl.

Hermione recognized that growl of desire from the first day of school. "I could never hate you Harry. Do tell me." She purred ever so softly.

Harry slipped his arms inside of Hermione's arms and moved them ever so slowly. "She has perfect breasts." As his last words were spoken, Hermione's shirt and bra vanished appearing a second later on the ground. Harry gave her no time to wonder what happen and his hand cupped and his lips suckled her breasts.

"Harry." Hermione moaned as her right hand wandered down to his male hood. She gently stroked it feeling the desire build.

Harry's lips finished suckling to her extreme satisfaction and she let a final moan escaped her lips. Hermione gasped as her clothes reappeared on her skin. His wand was out of sight, well one of his wands was. He simply was still straddled in between her legs. Hermione was looking his wand when Harry lifted her up and said, "Come love. The day is just begun. No classes remember."