Disclaimer: Not my characters…well except for that evil creation Amanda.

Here's next chapter. I hope you like a lot, I'm not too sure I do, but of course that's just me…right? Lol.

Hermione woke up with a start. She looked around and noticed that the movie was over and Harry was fast asleep. She turned around on her stomach and smiled at Harry's sleeping form. She reached out and pushed a strand of hair away from his face. She looked at the tray and saw that the ice cream was completely melted. She banished all of the snacks to the kitchen and went to lay down on Harry but there was a knock at the door. Looking at the clock she saw that it was 9:00. Wondering who the hell it could be she got up and went to answer. When she saw who was at the door she shut it quickly. When the person knocked again she was ready with a bat.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Amanda looked shocked at Hermione. "What do you mean? I'm here to see Harry. Is he in?" Amanda put on an innocent face.

"You lying tramp. Yeah he's here but he is definitely not going to see you." Hermione slammed the bat on the floor, the noise resounding in the house. She was happy to see a flash of fear in Amanda's eyes.

"Look Hermione I don't know what you're problem is but if it's with me then you tell me if not then bugger off and let me see my boyfriend." Amanda glared.

"Considering what you've done I don't think you guys will be dating much longer. I will make damn sure of that."

Amanda stomped one of her legs. "What the hell are you talking about? I did nothing of…whatever the hell you're talking about."

"Hermione what the bloody hell is going on out there?" a scratchy voiced, and bare-chested, Harry came out of the shadows.

Amanda jumped at the chance that Harry was there to speak. "Harry I am very glad you're here. For some odd reason that I can't comprehend Hermione won't let me in to see you."

"Oh believe me, when I'm finished you won't comprehend a lot of other things."

Amanda backed away. "Amanda get out of here. We're through and you bloody well know why."

Amanda pushed back Hermione and made a grab for Harry. He pushed back and said through gritted teeth. "Don't touch me. You've done enough and I want you out of here."

Amanda looked desperate. "Harry please, I can explain. He meant nothing to me. I love you not him. He was just a one night type thing. I would never hurt you Harry. I love you."

Harry shut the door in Amanda's face and turned to see a fuming Hermione.

"The nerve of the scarlet woman, to tell you that she loves you after what she did. Makes me want to bash her lying, ugly, deceiving, cheating head in."

Hermione dropped the bat on the floor next to the door and ran her fingers through her hair before leaning her forehead on the wall.

Harry signed and tried to ignore the screams that Amanda was throwing through the door at him. He shuffled all the way to his room and fell onto his stomach.

"You ok Harry?" she distinctly saw him nod his head before going perfectly still as if in a dreamless sleep.

"I'm terribly-" she interrupted him before he could go on any longer.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything that tramp said. Nothing of this is your fault, it just reflects her stupidity," came Hermione's reply.

Hermione walked from the doorway to his king sized bed and sat down beside him. Harry remained so still that Hermione was compelled to shake him to see if he was really alive. She began to rub his back in light circles, putting down pressure here and there.

Harry involuntarily moaned and Hermione bit back a smile. She loved to know that she was the cause of his pleasure. Not now little missy, he needs comfort not a good shag, though that sounds very tempting. A little uncomfortable with the position she, after thinking about it tremendously, boldly straddled Harry's waist. She heard him give a cry of surprise and he turned his head to look at her.

"What are you doing 'Mione?" his voice small but curious.

"Well I just thought that after what that… that person did today you could use a little relief. You're really tense."

"Are you flirting with me Ms. Hermione Ann Granger?" Harry said trying to lighten up the mood.

She laughed nervously. "I know perfectly well that that's the last thing you need Harry James Potter. I just know that when I broke up with… anybody that I could have used a massage especially with all the stress."

Without warning Harry flipped around with Hermione still on his waist. From the sudden change Hermione had lost her balance and was now resting on her elbows, which were on either side of Harry's head. She blushed at being so close to him and tried to move but he held her there with his stare.

"You always know what to do or say to cheer me up don't you. Thank you." She saw something flash across his face.

She laughed nervously, "Well that's what friends are for." She saw his face fall. What did I say?

"Yeah friends." They continued to stare at each other, neither being able to look away if they had all the strength in the world. Harry brought his hand up to Hermione's cheek and started caressing it.

"You're beautiful you know. Seamus is one stupid bloke." Hermione blushed and tried to laugh it off but she saw that Harry was very serious.

"Harry you don't have to."

"Have to what? I'm just saying the truth. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure to meet. I thought I had made that clear in fifth year."

Hermione brushed it off. "Harry you don't have to-"

She was cut off by Harry's finger stopping on her lips. His other hand snaked around her neck and started lowering her head.

"Harry what ar," she stopped when she felt Harry's lips brush hers teasingly. She moaned aching for more. Not bothering to wait for Harry to initiate again she smashed her lips against his fervently. Harry's hands went from her neck and face down her back to her waist. She ran her fingers down his chest and back, running them into his hair and tangling them there.

Hermione gasped into the kiss when Harry bucked hips into hers. He broke the kiss and began to nibble her ear. She moaned loudly unable to keep it down from all the pleasure she was feeling courtesy of Harry's tongue. Hermione started bucking her hips to meet Harry's. She heard him moan and gave herself a mental pat on the back. She gasped when she felt his hands start to bring her shirt up. He started rubbing her exposed skin and she whimpered.

Harry flipped them over so that he was on top and started kissing down her body. He was about to pull her shirt off entirely when they both heard very loud banging on the front door. Hermione immediately paralyzed but Harry kept on going. The sensations were too wonderful to just stop their flow.

"Just ignore," he said between kisses, "and they'll go away."

"Harry…please. I love you Harry. Take me back. I know you love me too, so let's just forget about what happened." The sobbing and cracking voice of Amanda could be heard.

"Oh fuck me. She just won't quit will she?" Harry cursed and rolled off of his hopefully soon to be lover.

Hermione signed angrily. "I had a feeling it was her. Just go scream at her or something. Or better let me go, maybe I can get a hit or two in." Hermione exclaimed while moving to get off the bed. Harry made a sign of protest that was barely heard over the racket that his ex was producing.

"No you're staying right here. I'll go and drive her off." Harry reluctantly got up and took off his shirt.

Hermione gulped audibly which made Harry smirk. The cocky bastard. He looks too good for his own good and he definitely knows this.

"Won't, won't that just give her fuel." Harry thought, nodded his head and threw his shirt at her. "Take off your jeans and put that on. Now go answer the door."

Hermione had grabbed the shirt but immediately dropped it when Harry told her to go answer the door. Catching on quickly she negated.

"Harry no. I refuse to do that. Why stoop down to her level like this. We are better than her and we should not do this even if we are faking it Harry. She will probably just drag her lousy behind to Rita Skeeter and make up a fake and ridiculous story that would be eaten right up." As much as she didn't like Amanda she didn't want Harry to suffer for trying to relieve himself from her grasp.

He looked down from her gaze knowing that, as always, she was entirely right.

"I just don't know what else to do Mione. Knowing her she won't let up until she has me back."

Hermione looked at him sympathetically. "Just let her down as hard as you can."

Harry laughed, what happened between them still fresh in his mind, and walked down to the front door. He jerked it open and glared at Amanda. Her makeup was running, her hair was all over the place like she had been constantly running her hands through it and her skirt was on backwards.

Hmmm, I wonder what happened there.

"Look Amanda," he said before she could even utter a word. "We. Are. Through. You cheated on me and with Seamus Finnegan of all people. What were you trying to do kill two birds with one stone? Wanted to hurt me and Hermione at the same time did you? Well allow me to take a page from your book. Get the fuck away from me and tell Seamus that if he ever does anything to hurt Hermione again, directly or indirectly…well to put it nicely, I don't think his mum will be seeing any grandchildren at all in her lifetime." He slammed the door and locked it with the special spell that Hermione made up especially for their flat. He returned to his room to see that Hermione was no longer there. He went upstairs to her room and when he tried to open her door it was locked.

He knocked lightly. "Mione? Open up please." Silence. He knocked louder this time. "Hermione please open up. We have to talk."

He was of course referring to what had happened earlier. After standing there for five minutes he finally heard Hermione unlock the door. He opened it to see her fresh out of the shower in her pj's and lying in bed with her knees drawn up and her arms around them.

He stood awkwardly at her door not knowing where to begin.

"Well I took care of that." She looked up from her bed and gave him a grim smile.

"Yeah I kind of figured. Did she put up a fight?"

"I never gave her a chance to." Pause. "Look we should really talk about what happened."

Hermione looked away.

She shook her head, her features making her look older than she really was. "Can we talk later Harry? That hag put me in a bad mood and I'm really tired."

Harry looked downcast. "Sure whenever you want." He walked out and leaned his back to the door.

Hermione sobbed uncontrollably when she heard the click of the door. Why why why why why? She went well into the night crying before she fell asleep.

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