Don't Forget to Floss
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
Harry used his wand to levitate Sirius upstairs to his room. Harry set Sirius on his bed. Hermione came upstairs after him.
"Do you want to call your parents? Let them know where you are?" Harry asked her, shutting Sirius' door. Hermione shook her head.
"If I did, I would be on the phone forever." She said. Harry scratched his head.
"I can get some blankets and fix you a bed on the couch." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. Hermione blushed.
"What about your bed? Like... old times?" She asked. Harry went red.
"All right. You need pajamas?" He asked. Hermione nodded. Harry went to his room. Hermione stood in the doorway, fearing to go in.
"You can wear these." Harry said, tossing her a pair of boxers. She held them up.
"They're clean." Harry said. Hermione smiled at the cute pattern of a Muggle cereal box character on them.
"And this is the only clean shirt I guess you could wear." Harry handed her a button up long sleeved shirt.
"Thanks."
"Bathroom's down the hall to your left." Harry said. Hermione left and went to the bathroom. Harry partially closed his door and slipped out of his pants and his shirt. He found a pair of pajama pants and tugged them on. Harry sifted through the hamper in his room, searching for a shirt to wear. Sirius had ignored the laundry again. Harry went downstairs and threw some clothes in the washer and set it so the clothes would be ready for morning. He came upstairs, rubbing his cold arms. He walked in his room. Hermione was in there, buttoning up the shirt. She smiled at him and blushed.
"Um.... Do you mind?" Harry asked.
"Mind what?" Hermione asked, fixing the collar of the shirt.
"My pajamas?" Hermione stared at them, trying not to look at his chiseled chest.
"They're fine." She said, looking at the ground.
"Uh...... What side do you want?" Harry asked, pointing to his bed.
"Either one's fine." She said. Harry pulled the comforter down and plumped his pillows.
"You sure you don't mind... this?" He asked. Hermione shook her head. Harry sat on his bed and pulled his feet up. He wriggled them under the covers. Hermione walked over to the other side and climbed up. Harry handed her a handful of blankets.
"Thanks." She whispered. She turned on her side and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Harry pulled the rest of the blankets over himself. He reached out a hand and turned out his lamp. He slid his hands under the blankets. He stretched one out under his pillow and found one of Hermione's hands with the other one. They laced their fingers together. Hermione smiled.
"Can I kiss you?" Harry asked, lifting his head. Hermione nodded. Harry leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Good night." Harry said. Hermione squeezed his hand. Harry squeezed back and closed his eyes.
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Sirius woke up and found himself with a pounding headache. He reached up a hand and felt the back of his head. He had a small lump there. He looked down at himself. He was still in his clothes from last night. What had happened? Oh yes. Harry and Hermione said they were getting married and he fainted. Harry and Hermione.
'Wait!' Sirius thought to himself. He slid off his bed and ran to Harry's room. He flung open the door. He was going to say something but stopped. Harry and Hermione were asleep in Harry's bed. Hermione was lying on top of Harry, her arms around his neck, covers up to her waist. Sirius saw she was wearing one of Harry's shirts. Harry had his hands around her waist, fingers laced together. Sirius smiled. He quietly closed the door and went downstairs.
Harry woke up from the sun shining through the blinds on his window. Hermione was lying on top of him, fast asleep. Her head nestled between his neck and shoulder. He reached a hand up and picked up a piece of her hair. He twisted it around his finger and let it go. The hair unraveled and fell back against Hermione's head. Harry turned his head and smelled her. Just how he remembered. It smelled of lilacs. Hermione snuffled and her back twitched. Her head lifted off Harry's shoulder.
"Good morning." Harry said to her. Hermione smiled and stretched.
"Hi." She said.
"Can you um... Get off me?" Harry shyly asked. Hermione looked at where she was.
"Oh. Sorry." Hermione rolled off him.
"Thanks." Harry sat up and stretched his arms.
"What time is it?" Hermione yawned. Harry looked at his clock.
"Almost 11." Harry told her.
"My parents probably called the police." Hermione said.
"You wan to call them now?" Harry asked her.
"No." She said. She reached down on the floor and picked her clothes up. She left the room and went to the bathroom. Harry got out of bed too and changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. He reached for his glasses and put them on. He looked into his mirror and ran a comb through his hair. The bags under his eyes had gone away. He hadn't slept this well in ages. Hermione came back from the bathroom in the clothes she had worn last night.
"Do you have a rubber band?" She asked. Harry searched in his desk and found one. Hermione took it and pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
"What's that smell?" Hermione asked.
"Sirius' making breakfast." Harry replied. "Hope you like extra burnt toast." Hermione giggled. They went downstairs.
"Morning." Sirius said. He laid out plates with burnt toast and bacon on them in front of Harry and Hermione on the table.
"Thanks." Harry said. He went to the refrigerator and took out the box of orange juice. He held it up to Hermione.
"Want some?" Hermione nodded. Harry poured them each glasses. He put the juice back in the refrigerator.
"Okay. Explain yourselves." Sirius said to them once Harry had sat down.
"What's there to explain?" Harry asked.
"When are you getting married?" Sirius asked. They both shrugged.
"Hm...." Sirius said.
"Are you okay with this?" Harry asked him.
"Of course. I just don't have fatherly advice." Sirius said.
"That's okay Mr. Black. My dad will have plenty." Hermione said.
"Have you told them?" Sirius asked Hermione. They shook their heads.
"I'm going to take Hermione to her house and I guess we'll tell them then. It'll be a while before I get back home." Harry said. He turned to Hermione.
"Is that okay?" Hermione nodded and took a sip from her drink.
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"Well. There are no police cars." Harry told Hermione when they had pulled up in front of Hermione's house.
"They're home." Hermione said.
"You ready?" Harry asked her. Hermione nodded. She turned the doorknob to the front door. It was unlocked.
"Mum? Daddy?" Hermione called. There was the noise similar to that of a stampede. Mrs. Granger barreled out of the kitchen. She wrapped Hermione up in a gigantic hug.
"Hermione! I was so worried!!!!!!" She said. "If I hadn't read that letter that was on your bed I would have called the police!"
"You read my letter?" Hermione asked, slightly put down her mother had disrespected her privacy, but glad she hadn't called the police.
"Yes. It was on your bed, and when I couldn't find you, I thought it was a note for me, saying where you'd gone." Mrs. Granger stared at Hermione.
"Are you all right?" She asked. Hermione nodded. Harry cleared his throat.
"Harry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mrs. Granger said, sounding like Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry?" Mr. Granger poked his head out the kitchen.
"Hello." Harry said to the Grangers.
"Mum? Can we go in the kitchen?"
"Yes dear. Hello Harry, how are you?" Mrs. Granger was all over him.
"Fine thank you." Harry said.
"Harry! How are you, boy?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Good." Harry said. "Whose at the dentist office?" Harry asked.
"Oh, there's nothing but cleaning appointments today. We needn't be there until later." Mrs. Granger said. "Sit!" Mrs. Granger forced Harry into a chair with an embroidered pillow on it.
"Anyone want coffee?" Mrs. Granger said, holding up the coffee pot.
"I will, dear." Mr. Granger said. Mrs. Granger got out a mug and set it in front of Mr. Granger.
"Now Hermione, dear. What did you want?" Mrs. Granger asked, tipping the coffee pot.
"Well...." Hermione started. "Harry and I are getting married." She said. Mr. and Mrs. Granger stared at them.
"Mum! The coffee!" Hermione said as the mug began to overflow.
"OH!" Mrs. Granger said, she set the pot down. She ran around to the other end of the table and kissed Hermione's cheek, then Harry's.
"Oh! I'm so happy!" Mr. Granger handed his wife a handkerchief. She dabbed at her eyes.
"When's the wedding?" She asked. Hermione opened her mouth.
"How about August?" Mrs. Granger said. "Yes, August is good. And I have the perfect wedding dress idea!"
"Mum." Hermione said.
"Yes dear?"
"I want to pick my own out." She said. Mrs. Granger frowned slightly.
"Yes, of course dear. It's your wedding. But your hair!!!!! We could make a flower garland!!!! Won't that be lovely!!!!!! And---" Mrs. Granger rattled on and on. Mr. Granger leaned over to Harry.
"Good man." He said. Harry smiled.
"Thanks." He said.
"I hope you like golf." Mr. Granger told him.
"Um.... I've seen Happy Gilmore." Harry said. Mr. Granger stared at him.
"It's a movie. About golf." Harry said.
"Oh. Must have missed that one. What about croquet?"
"I like that." Harry said.
"Good, good." Mr. Granger patted his shoulder. Mrs. Granger rounded on Harry.
"And you!!!!!!!!!! Would a white tux do? And the boutonnière! I have a friend who knows how to make them! How delightful! It should be a white flower, to blend in with the suit-" Hermione smiled at Harry over her mother's shoulder. Harry grinned back. Then a sudden thought raced through his head. What was he going to tell Ron?
Note: Stay tuned!!!!!!
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
Harry used his wand to levitate Sirius upstairs to his room. Harry set Sirius on his bed. Hermione came upstairs after him.
"Do you want to call your parents? Let them know where you are?" Harry asked her, shutting Sirius' door. Hermione shook her head.
"If I did, I would be on the phone forever." She said. Harry scratched his head.
"I can get some blankets and fix you a bed on the couch." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. Hermione blushed.
"What about your bed? Like... old times?" She asked. Harry went red.
"All right. You need pajamas?" He asked. Hermione nodded. Harry went to his room. Hermione stood in the doorway, fearing to go in.
"You can wear these." Harry said, tossing her a pair of boxers. She held them up.
"They're clean." Harry said. Hermione smiled at the cute pattern of a Muggle cereal box character on them.
"And this is the only clean shirt I guess you could wear." Harry handed her a button up long sleeved shirt.
"Thanks."
"Bathroom's down the hall to your left." Harry said. Hermione left and went to the bathroom. Harry partially closed his door and slipped out of his pants and his shirt. He found a pair of pajama pants and tugged them on. Harry sifted through the hamper in his room, searching for a shirt to wear. Sirius had ignored the laundry again. Harry went downstairs and threw some clothes in the washer and set it so the clothes would be ready for morning. He came upstairs, rubbing his cold arms. He walked in his room. Hermione was in there, buttoning up the shirt. She smiled at him and blushed.
"Um.... Do you mind?" Harry asked.
"Mind what?" Hermione asked, fixing the collar of the shirt.
"My pajamas?" Hermione stared at them, trying not to look at his chiseled chest.
"They're fine." She said, looking at the ground.
"Uh...... What side do you want?" Harry asked, pointing to his bed.
"Either one's fine." She said. Harry pulled the comforter down and plumped his pillows.
"You sure you don't mind... this?" He asked. Hermione shook her head. Harry sat on his bed and pulled his feet up. He wriggled them under the covers. Hermione walked over to the other side and climbed up. Harry handed her a handful of blankets.
"Thanks." She whispered. She turned on her side and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Harry pulled the rest of the blankets over himself. He reached out a hand and turned out his lamp. He slid his hands under the blankets. He stretched one out under his pillow and found one of Hermione's hands with the other one. They laced their fingers together. Hermione smiled.
"Can I kiss you?" Harry asked, lifting his head. Hermione nodded. Harry leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Good night." Harry said. Hermione squeezed his hand. Harry squeezed back and closed his eyes.
***************
Sirius woke up and found himself with a pounding headache. He reached up a hand and felt the back of his head. He had a small lump there. He looked down at himself. He was still in his clothes from last night. What had happened? Oh yes. Harry and Hermione said they were getting married and he fainted. Harry and Hermione.
'Wait!' Sirius thought to himself. He slid off his bed and ran to Harry's room. He flung open the door. He was going to say something but stopped. Harry and Hermione were asleep in Harry's bed. Hermione was lying on top of Harry, her arms around his neck, covers up to her waist. Sirius saw she was wearing one of Harry's shirts. Harry had his hands around her waist, fingers laced together. Sirius smiled. He quietly closed the door and went downstairs.
Harry woke up from the sun shining through the blinds on his window. Hermione was lying on top of him, fast asleep. Her head nestled between his neck and shoulder. He reached a hand up and picked up a piece of her hair. He twisted it around his finger and let it go. The hair unraveled and fell back against Hermione's head. Harry turned his head and smelled her. Just how he remembered. It smelled of lilacs. Hermione snuffled and her back twitched. Her head lifted off Harry's shoulder.
"Good morning." Harry said to her. Hermione smiled and stretched.
"Hi." She said.
"Can you um... Get off me?" Harry shyly asked. Hermione looked at where she was.
"Oh. Sorry." Hermione rolled off him.
"Thanks." Harry sat up and stretched his arms.
"What time is it?" Hermione yawned. Harry looked at his clock.
"Almost 11." Harry told her.
"My parents probably called the police." Hermione said.
"You wan to call them now?" Harry asked her.
"No." She said. She reached down on the floor and picked her clothes up. She left the room and went to the bathroom. Harry got out of bed too and changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. He reached for his glasses and put them on. He looked into his mirror and ran a comb through his hair. The bags under his eyes had gone away. He hadn't slept this well in ages. Hermione came back from the bathroom in the clothes she had worn last night.
"Do you have a rubber band?" She asked. Harry searched in his desk and found one. Hermione took it and pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
"What's that smell?" Hermione asked.
"Sirius' making breakfast." Harry replied. "Hope you like extra burnt toast." Hermione giggled. They went downstairs.
"Morning." Sirius said. He laid out plates with burnt toast and bacon on them in front of Harry and Hermione on the table.
"Thanks." Harry said. He went to the refrigerator and took out the box of orange juice. He held it up to Hermione.
"Want some?" Hermione nodded. Harry poured them each glasses. He put the juice back in the refrigerator.
"Okay. Explain yourselves." Sirius said to them once Harry had sat down.
"What's there to explain?" Harry asked.
"When are you getting married?" Sirius asked. They both shrugged.
"Hm...." Sirius said.
"Are you okay with this?" Harry asked him.
"Of course. I just don't have fatherly advice." Sirius said.
"That's okay Mr. Black. My dad will have plenty." Hermione said.
"Have you told them?" Sirius asked Hermione. They shook their heads.
"I'm going to take Hermione to her house and I guess we'll tell them then. It'll be a while before I get back home." Harry said. He turned to Hermione.
"Is that okay?" Hermione nodded and took a sip from her drink.
******************
"Well. There are no police cars." Harry told Hermione when they had pulled up in front of Hermione's house.
"They're home." Hermione said.
"You ready?" Harry asked her. Hermione nodded. She turned the doorknob to the front door. It was unlocked.
"Mum? Daddy?" Hermione called. There was the noise similar to that of a stampede. Mrs. Granger barreled out of the kitchen. She wrapped Hermione up in a gigantic hug.
"Hermione! I was so worried!!!!!!" She said. "If I hadn't read that letter that was on your bed I would have called the police!"
"You read my letter?" Hermione asked, slightly put down her mother had disrespected her privacy, but glad she hadn't called the police.
"Yes. It was on your bed, and when I couldn't find you, I thought it was a note for me, saying where you'd gone." Mrs. Granger stared at Hermione.
"Are you all right?" She asked. Hermione nodded. Harry cleared his throat.
"Harry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mrs. Granger said, sounding like Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry?" Mr. Granger poked his head out the kitchen.
"Hello." Harry said to the Grangers.
"Mum? Can we go in the kitchen?"
"Yes dear. Hello Harry, how are you?" Mrs. Granger was all over him.
"Fine thank you." Harry said.
"Harry! How are you, boy?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Good." Harry said. "Whose at the dentist office?" Harry asked.
"Oh, there's nothing but cleaning appointments today. We needn't be there until later." Mrs. Granger said. "Sit!" Mrs. Granger forced Harry into a chair with an embroidered pillow on it.
"Anyone want coffee?" Mrs. Granger said, holding up the coffee pot.
"I will, dear." Mr. Granger said. Mrs. Granger got out a mug and set it in front of Mr. Granger.
"Now Hermione, dear. What did you want?" Mrs. Granger asked, tipping the coffee pot.
"Well...." Hermione started. "Harry and I are getting married." She said. Mr. and Mrs. Granger stared at them.
"Mum! The coffee!" Hermione said as the mug began to overflow.
"OH!" Mrs. Granger said, she set the pot down. She ran around to the other end of the table and kissed Hermione's cheek, then Harry's.
"Oh! I'm so happy!" Mr. Granger handed his wife a handkerchief. She dabbed at her eyes.
"When's the wedding?" She asked. Hermione opened her mouth.
"How about August?" Mrs. Granger said. "Yes, August is good. And I have the perfect wedding dress idea!"
"Mum." Hermione said.
"Yes dear?"
"I want to pick my own out." She said. Mrs. Granger frowned slightly.
"Yes, of course dear. It's your wedding. But your hair!!!!! We could make a flower garland!!!! Won't that be lovely!!!!!! And---" Mrs. Granger rattled on and on. Mr. Granger leaned over to Harry.
"Good man." He said. Harry smiled.
"Thanks." He said.
"I hope you like golf." Mr. Granger told him.
"Um.... I've seen Happy Gilmore." Harry said. Mr. Granger stared at him.
"It's a movie. About golf." Harry said.
"Oh. Must have missed that one. What about croquet?"
"I like that." Harry said.
"Good, good." Mr. Granger patted his shoulder. Mrs. Granger rounded on Harry.
"And you!!!!!!!!!! Would a white tux do? And the boutonnière! I have a friend who knows how to make them! How delightful! It should be a white flower, to blend in with the suit-" Hermione smiled at Harry over her mother's shoulder. Harry grinned back. Then a sudden thought raced through his head. What was he going to tell Ron?
Note: Stay tuned!!!!!!
