CHAPTER TWO: FLASHBACKS AND CHEATING

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, nor its characters. Except for the ones that I may be making up along my way. Anyway, Harry Potter is owned by the beloved J.K. Rowling, as you all know. And I'm just one of the fans of her and her books (and if I'm right, you are, too) that's writing one of the billions of fanfiction of Harry Potter around the world.

A/N: Hey, people. This is the second day of my writing "Intolerable Triangle"... I know the name might sound cheesy... but, well, it could be. Hehe. Anyway, this is the second chapter and I hope you enjoy! Oh, yes: please read and review!

Dedications:

Chosen Girl: Will try to... and thanks!

Later that night, during dinner, Harry and Ron were arguing with Hermione--about her detention.

"Come on, Hermione." Ron said. "Please let us go with you."

"Yeah... please?" Harry asked pleadingly.

"Why would you want to go?" Hermione asked. "I mean, you hate having detention yourselves. Why would you want to go to another person's detention?"

Both boys colored. They didn't want Hermione to know what they were thinking, or anyone else, for that matter.

Because I just want to be near you? Ron thought.

Because... aren't we already going steady? Harry thought.

Because Malfoy's gonna be there and we want to protect you from him. Was what the both were thinking.

--Flashback--

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. All three were enjoying strawberry-peanut-butter cones--Harry's treat.

"So what are we doing afterwards?" Ron asked.

"Well, I don't know..." Harry said, thinking. "Maybe we could go and see the Muggle shops... it could be a little fun, and I haven't been in one of those for ages."

Ron looked excited at the idea. "Can we go? Outside the Leaky Cauldron, I mean?"

Hermione nodded. "Just that we change into our Muggle clothing."

Ron's ice-cream was melting, but he didn't seem to notice. A huge, ear-to-ear, excited smile was now plastered onto his face. His father, Arthur Weasley, was infatuated with Muggles. Now, it seemed like Ron had inherited the obsession.

Harry and Hermione finished their cones, but Ron's had already turned into soup. He was just staring into space, a wide grin on his face.

"Come on, Ron," Hermione said. "Throw that ice-cream out and lets go change."

Ron threw the ice-cream into the trash and ran toward their room in the Leaky Cauldron. It took two minutes for Harry and Hermione to catch up with him, and by the time they got there, Ron was already pulling on his shirt.

"Wait a second, Ron." Hermione said. "Don't go rushing out to the Muggle world yet, you might get lost or do something stupid."

Ron glared at her, but his face quickly brightened up again as he walked out of the room to let Harry and Hermione change.

Five minutes later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking out into the sunshine, and into the Muggle world.

Ron immediately ran across the street and stared, wide-eyed through the clear glass. "What's that?" Ron asked, pointing to a computer.

"A computer, Ron," Hermione replied, catching up to him. "It's an electronic device that's used for getting, retrieving, saving, and sending information and data... if you have a connection to the Internet, that is."

"Inter-what?" asked Ron. He looked amazed. Never would he have dreamed of Muggles being genius enough to make a machine that could do all those things.

"Internet, Ron." Harry explained. "If you have a connection to the Internet, you can download, upload, communicate, send, and receive... uh... well, anything. And in a matter of moments, too. Yes, the Internet is one of the greatest inventions of Muggle-kind."

Ron was speechless. "I'd never dream of any one thing that could do something so fast!" he exclaimed, once he got to his senses.

"You wanna go inside?" Harry and Hermione asked.

Ron nodded and followed the two inside. There, he flitted from monitor to monitor, from keyboard to keyboard, staring incredulously at the moving pictures, and blips and bleeps the computers made.

"I know," the saleswoman behind the counter said, assuming that Ron knew exactly what he was staring at, and how well the caliber of the machines were. "We just got the latest technology yesterday. This one..." she said, pointing to the computer next to the counter, "has 150 gigabytes of storage, and if you throw in a bit more, you get an installation of 15 megabyte-per-second Broadband connection."

Ron stared at her, at a loss for words. He had no idea what the saleswoman had just said, but he was fascinated at all the words and terms she had used. He made a mental note to talk to his father about computers.

Harry and Hermione forcefully controlled their laughter at Ron's expression. "Let's go to the bathroom..." Hermione whispered to Harry, quickly heading for the 'lavatory' sign at the corner of the store. Harry nodded slightly, so as not to be noticed.

Once Hermione was inside the 'male/female' restroom, Harry told Ron that he needed to go to the bathroom, to which Ron replied with an unconcerned wave of his hand. Ron was now intently listening to the saleswoman's talk of RAM and hard drives.

Harry quietly slipped inside the restroom to meet Hermione, who was waiting for him, her blouse already unbuttoned, and her hair loose and flowing. Harry grinned at her and she moved in.

Hermione met Harry's lips with hers, unbuttoned his shirt, and ran her hands across his smooth back. Harry kissed her back, moving his hands down the curves of her body.

After a while, Hermione pulled back. Her face was flushed, and her hair was in disarray. Harry also looked quite disheveled. "D'you think we should go back to Ron yet?" Hermione asked Harry, cocking her head in a flirtatious manner. Neither wanted to go back outside, and both wanted to continue their make-out session.

"Let's give him five more minutes." Harry suggested, to which Hermione quickly agreed.

Harry took Hermione back into his arms and their polite kiss quickly tuned into a five-minute-long French. Hermione ran her hands through Harry's jet-black hair as Harry gently massaged her breasts.

When Harry and Hermione got out of the bathroom, both were back to their fixed selves, no evidence of what had taken place was in sight, and Ron was still staring at a colorful, psychedelic maze screensaver as if it was the best television show ever. If he even knew what a television show was. But the saleslady was back behind the counter. She had probably gotten tired of Ron's blank, amazed stares and retreated back to her post.

"Ready to go?" Hermione asked Ron, who jumped and banged his head against the top of the computer table.

"Yes," Ron said, blushing. "Where to next?"

"Candy shop?" Harry suggested. "I haven't eaten Muggle candy in a long time. I miss it, and I think I'll stock up."

Hermione and Ron nodded.

"What does their candy do?" Ron asked as they made their way to The Candy Nook.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as they approached the colorfully-painted shop.

"Like do some make you float? Hiccup? Turn your tongue into a snake, or something?"

"Nope." Hermione replied as they entered the store. "It doesn't do anything but smell and taste delicious. I know it's not as great as magical candy, but it does have its advantages."

Ron looked disappointed by this, but was pleased to see that they, at least, had a stock of Every Flavor Beans--just not Bertie Bott's.

While Harry was looking through the shelves and piles of candy, Ron and Hermione were conversing in hushed voices. The non-magical candy didn't seem to impress Ron very much, and he seemed much more interested in Hermione.

"Where can we do it?" Hermione asked Ron.

"There!" Ron half-whispered. "I can see a small stock room. I don't think there's anyone else in this store except for the guy behind the counter." He said, motioning his head toward the cashier.

Hermione nodded and told Harry that she was going to the bathroom. "For real, this time." She added as she passed Harry, on her way to the stock room. Harry was too busy thinking about what to buy, and his budget on Muggle money.

When Hermione arrived in the stock room and closed the door behind her, Ron leaped on her, pushing them both down to the floor. He quickly started to unbutton Hermione's blouse, and pressed his lips onto hers. Hermione responded quickly, not surprised by Ron's animal behavior. She was used to him pouncing on her. He did it everytime they were alone in the girls' dormitory.

Even the sex was animal... wild. With Harry, everything was gentler, less rowdy.

But this just showed that Ron was more desperate and clingy, Harry was laid back and confident.

Ron forced his tongue into Hermione's mouth. They tongue-wrestled for a few moments, Hermione pulling Ron's shirt over his head, momentarily forcing their lips apart. But Ron roughly continued once his shirt was off and thrown in a corner.

Ron ran his hands all over Hermione's body, removing the clasp of her bra in the process, he stared hungrily at her breasts for a moment, before moving his hands all over them, and continuing to make-out with her.

This all went on for about five minutes before they heard a voice in the shadows. "You know I'd love an extended show..." it said. "It might lead to something interesting. But I think your friend has been waiting outside for you for a long time, and I don't think he's gonna wait any longer."

Hermione and Ron stopped and gathered themselves up quickly, glaring at the 'intruder.' "You should have told us you were there!" Ron said to the stranger.

"You should have checked before almost having sex in this storeroom," the man replied, "now get outta my store before your friend leaves you. Does he know what you two've been up to?"

Hermione and Ron shook their heads.

"Go."

Ron quickly pulled his shirt back over his head, and Hermione redid her bra, and buttoned up her blouse. They both fixed their hair and headed back outside.

A/N: Now this fic is looking more rated R. Don't worry, more sexual actions and explicit language in following chapters. Please read and review! Tell me what you think now.