A/N: My buddy, Andy, is back so I can continue writing my fic. Amazing...I actually might finish this story... I have plans for a sequel and a sequel to that one... I have very broad plans. OMG!!! I WENT TO THE HARRY POTTER PREMIERE AT RADIO CITY AND DANIEL RADCLIFFE WAVED AT ME AND MY FRIEND! WE COMPLETELY FREAKED! TOM FELTON WALKED DEAD IN FRONT OF US! AND RUPERT GRINT IS SOOO HOT!! Ok enough of that, so everyone seems to think Hermione's gone gothic...She's not, for the record. And her boots are not combat boots (even though I find that interesting). She just died her hair black with purple streaks. I'm thinking about doing that. She's still very Hermione so don't worry much about an attitude change. Oh ok, maybe just a little. You know libidos kick in at 16. Well, here's the story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ok, you KNOW I did not create Harry Potter or any other of his little friends so sod off.

centerAll Is Fair in Love and War

Chapter 2: Rest and Relaxation/center

Harry's jaw dropped at the sight of Hermione's new look. He couldn't believe how much she had changed. He had only then realized that she had breasts and he struggled to say something because unfortunately something else was struggling to get out of his pants.

Um...hi—wow. Wow, Hermione! he finally managed to get out.

Hermione smiled and giggled. She reached out and grabbed his hand.

Where is your aunt and uncle? she asked.

Not important, Harry said, Where are your parents?

They're out there, she said, pointing down into the street at the shiny black car.

As Harry looked, her parents waved at him. He waved shyly back at them. Uncle Vernon's heavy footsteps could be heard coming up behind Harry. Harry moved out the way so his uncle could see Hermione.

Is this...your friend? Uncle Vernon said with a particularly nasty look on his big red face.

Why yes I am! You must be Harry's uncle, Hermione said brightly, ignoring his attitude and holding out her hand.

He looked at her hand for a while, then hesitantly brought his own and shook it.

Er-um, pleased to meet you, he forced out.

Same here.

Harry sensed the unusual tension between his uncle and Hermione so he chose this moment to interrupt.

I've got to get my trunk from upstairs, he told Hermione, Care to come with?



Hermione edged past Uncle Vernon and followed Harry up the stairs. As soon as they reached the top of the staircase Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

I never realized how scary your uncle is, Harry, she said.

Yea well... Harry replied. He's not so scary to me anymore, just repulsive.

Hermione laughed lightly and Harry asked,

So what's with the new look, Hermione?

Well, I was kinda trying to make a potion for hair color. It was supposed to be a deep brownish red kind of color but one of my muggle friends called on the phone. I was trying to make the potion while talking on the phone. I got distracted and the potion was giving off little poofs, pops, explosions, and what have you. Well, my friend, Ellie (that's her name) said...—

Harry had lost track of what she was saying. He was staring at Hermione's face, nodding, and saying Mm hmm' and Right' at different intervals of her talking, but he sure as hell was not listening. He saw the way her lips moved. The light pink lip gloss she had on seemed to be mezmerizing him. He didn't know what happened next but somehow he had Hermione pinned to a wall, their lips locked, tongues carressing each other gently. When Harry realized what he was doing he expected Hermione to push him away, and get in her parents' car without him. But, to his surprise, she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him, if possible, even closer. Harry's hands were still pressed on the wall on either side of Hermione. Even if she had wanted to move, she probably wouldn't have been able to.

Oh God,' thought Harry, She's too close. I know she feels it. Oh God I know she feels that'

Just then they both heard a car horn sound from outside. They broke apart in a gasp. They looked at each other like their memories had been wiped and they had no clue who they were. Harry stuttered and tried to speak.

he gasped, I'm so s-sorry. I-I-I don't know what came over me! Please forgive me. I d-d-didn't mean— I mean, I meant it! I just—!

Hermione's expression didn't change as she licked her lips and panted slightly. Her hands were still holding on to the back of Harry's neck as if she would fall if she let go. Harry babbled on but Hermione silenced him by planting her lips on his shortly. She let go of his neck and ducked out from under his arms.

We, er-um...should get...you know— she said clearing her throat uncomfortably.

Yeah, we should get going, Harry caught on and followed her out his bedroom door only to stop short, causing Hermione to collide into him.

Funny' thought Harry, I don't even remember walking into my room.'

I er...Forgot my trunk. Heh heh, He laughed nervously and brushed past her to hoist up his trunk and drag it down the stairs.

They walked down the path to the street where Hermione's parents were waiting and got in the car silently. Harry's trunk was taking up half the space in the backseat so Harry and Hermione were much closer than they needed to be. Harry then wondered why he just didnt put it in the car trunk.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' Harry scolded himself quietly.

His thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks when he felt Hermione's hand on his upper thigh. He stared hard at the passing houses and trees outside but he really didn't see them because Hermione's hand was stroking his leg slowly. Almost too slow. Torturing every nerve that was important to him at the moment. He wished she would just move a little closer. If Hermione didn't already know that he was aroused, the significant bulge in his pants should've given it away by now. He dared not look at Hermione because he had this paranoid feeling that her father was looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Oh my God, what is Hermione doing? We're not even going out! Are we? Why did I kiss her like that? Ohhhhhh boy.'

Hermione's hand had moved closer to the right (A/N: Sorry I didn't mention before that Harry is sitting to the right of Hermione. Carry on!) and was resting right on top of his special place' (A/N: May I remind you that my parents might see this and I'm trying to keep this as clean as possible, even though I'm doing a horrible job.). Harry's breathing became shallow and he was having even more trouble watching the houses that passed by. When her hand began to move he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Anymore movement and he was going to—

Come on, guys, Hermione's father's voice called from the front seat. We're here!

Hermione's hand snapped back and, it seemed, so did her real self. She had that horrified look on her face again and it was brick red. She looked away from Harry and scurried out of the car once he had. Hermione's mother looked at them funny but turned away to walk up the pathway leading to the house. Harry dragged his trunk out of the car and up the pathway after Hermione. Once going through the front door he set the trunk on the floor behind it.

Harry won't you have some lunch? inquired Mrs. Granger.

Yes ma'am, Harry replied as Hermione fought to not look at him.

Do you like grilled cheese sandwiches, Harry?

Yes–yes I do, thank you Mrs. Granger.

Harry and Hermione stood in the hall in deafening silence, not looking at each other but instead engrossing themselves in their shoelaces, the wall, or the staircase. They both started talking at the same time.





Harry held up his hand to get in what he had to say.

Listen, Hermione. What happened back at the Dursleys' was–was–

Hermione finished breathlessly.

What? You mean to say you're not disgusted or anything? Harry asked in disbelief.

Harry are your glasses too thick to see what's in front of you? I liked the kiss a lot and I don't want to think of it as a tragic mistake. I like you, Harry. I have for a long time and I now know that you like me too.

Harry stood firm and blinked. There was no need to say anything as Hermione had mentioned it all. And without another sound he strode forward and captured Hermione's mouth with his. His mouth lingered for a good seven seconds when it left her lips to brush her jawline, her ear, and then her neck. Once Hermione felt his lips on the spot right between her jaw and her ear she let out a noise somewhere between a whimper, a moan, and a sigh.

You like that, don't you? Harry growled into her neck.

Oh yes! whispered Hermione as she draped her arms around his neck.

Hermione felt her back touch the wall. How they had gotten up to it, she didn't know.

This is wrong!' screamed a voice in Hermione's head. We shouldn't be doing this! Not here!'

Hermione wrenched herself from Harry's embrace and made an attempt to straighten out her shiny black hair and her clothes. She stood breathless in front of Harry who was also breathing rather heavily.

Hermione, what– Harry began.

–Not here. Not now. Later. Tonight. Maybe.

Hermione! We have to stop this! It's going to get us in trouble!

Hermione stood silent looking into Harry's eyes before she pulled her own away from him and cleared her throat.

Well, er, I guess I should give you a tour of my house then, Hermione said in nervous brightness.

Sure, that would be, um, great, replied Harry.



Hermione took Harry's hand and led him up the staircase. They made a right at the top of the stairs and they were looking down a long hallway with doors on each side of the corridor. At the end of the corridor were two large wooden sliding doors. The first doors on the left and right were bathrooms. The next two doors on the left and the two doors on the right were all guest rooms.

The second door on your right is where you will be staying, Harry, Hermione chirped. And the next door is my room and the one after is my parents'.

Why the two bathrooms on one floor? Harry asked.

Well when we have guests over we find it difficult to manage only one bathroom when one needs a shower.

They shared a brief laugh as they continued down the hall. They came to the large sliding doors and Harry was itching to know what was behind them. Hermione came forward and pulled the doors open to reveal what had to be the largest home library Harry had ever seen. There were hundreds upon hundreds of books about dentistry, fantasy, romance, Hermione's magic collection, and even books about adolescence and growing up which were obviously Hermione's. Harry walked about in awe glancing from book to book when Hermione said,

Harry, I want to show you something.

She pulled him to the very very back of the library where they were greeted by a large framed portrait of Merlin. Harry's eyes widened.

Woah! Where'd you get that from? he said.

Parents said it was here when they bought the house. They weren't able to take it down. It seemed to be stuck fast to the wall and my they just decided to leave it there. Well...just last month I found out that I could pull it back.



Harry was curious to know what was behind the portrait.

Yeah. It's a doorway to a room, Harry. Watch.

Hermione stepped forward and pulled the portrait back to reveal a magnificent room that was filled with flowers of every kind, books, parchment and quills.

What is this place? Harry asked, breathless.

It's identical to the Room of Requirement, Hermione responded. I believe it is only I who can open it. Or at least any witch or wizard. That is precisely why my parents could not get it to budge.

I can't believe it. In your very own house! This can come very handy. It cancels out going to the grocery store, the library...

Harry trailed off and Hermione laughed. Neither noticed that the book titles ranged from How to get One to Notice You to All Is Fair in Love and War. Obviously they needed to let each other know that they loved each other. Maybe it need not come at the exact moment but somewhere in the near future should the opportune moment arise.

Yes, well. My parents do not know about it and I plan to keep it a secret. I have a feeling that I should not take advantage of it whenever I need something. Only when there is no other options shall I use it.

Harry smiled and said,

I can see your fingers crossed behind your back, Hermione.

Hermione blushed and said,

Hey, no fair! I don't say anything when you do it!

Well that's because I'm the famous Harry Potter!

That absolutely does not stop me from beating the living crap out of you!

Hermione stuck her hand out and, instantly, a large fluffy pillow appeared in her hand. She brought it down on Harry's head as his eyeglasses were knocked to the ground where a pillow had just appered.

Harry cried as he flung a pillow at Hermione which knocked her down to the ground.

She reached for the pillow but Harry was faster as he pinned her to the floor. His knees were on each side of her and his strong arms were holding her wrists to the floor.

Harry said huskily, his voice sending chills through Hermione's body.

Hermione felt herself get hot and bothered beneath him but she made no attempt to get away. Her breath caught in her throat as Harry's mouth dipped down onto her neck. Then, all of a sudden, an alarm clock appeared and sounded loudly. They both jerked away obviously alarmed.

Oh, that must mean we have to get back to my parents now before they start getting suspicious! Hermione gasped.

Harry let go of Hermione's wrists and pulled her to her feet with him.

Let's go, he said breathlessly as they ran through the portrait doorway and down the library aisles.

They slowed to a normal walked to catch their breath so Hermione's parents would not have to question much. As they walked Hermione was the first to speak.

Another time then, Harry? she inquired.

Oh of course! he replied. But we musn't rush, Hermione. Going too fast makes it harder to stop in the long run.

Like drugs? Hermione said giggling.

Harry said, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her deeply.

Unfortunately, this was the wrong time to do so because Hermione's mother had just come up the stairs and turned the corner.

Did I miss a step here? she asked, amused by the shade of red the both had aquired as they jumped apart from each other as if they had been burned.

The couple stuttered and stumbled over words as they struggled to come up with a believeable excuse but failed miserably.

Oh! Um–
Well you see–
The thing is–
Harry and I–!

Mrs. Granger held up a hand to stop the bullshitting (A/N: Softly speaking LOL).

Since when have you two been dating? she asked.

Today, actually, Harry said in a matter-of-fact tone.

But you know what you two dating means I will have to do?

Harry and Hermione said together, a bit afraid of her answer.

Give you the talk'

A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The talk! Evil little bugger in't it? Most parents give it. Other's let their kids read about it in growing up' books. I was one of those kids who read about it. It was called The Stork Didn't Bring Me and I came upon it in kindergarten. I was one of those bookwormy kids who read everything in my twobookcases. I had two full of books and I just happened to stumble upon it and a book for preteens and teens. I remember my second grade teacher taking the book away from me but I stole it back from her closet when she wasn't looking. Ah, good times. Anyway! Review and stay tuned for Chapter 3 - The Talk and Midnight Madness. –