Don't Forget to Floss
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
Note: THIS SEQUENCE CAN CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL THAT MAY NOT BE SUTIBLE FOR HARRY POTTER FANS WHO EITHER DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROMANCE THAT IS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY, OR ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. ENJOY.
"Ah! You must be the Potters." Said the lady at the counter at the Fairwinds Hotel. Hermione looked up at Harry.
"Yes." Harry said, ignoring her stare. The receptionist typed in her computer. Harry gave her his credit card and she charged the amount.
"Enjoy your stay!" she said, giving them their room keys along with a cheerful smile. They headed to their room.
"The Potters?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Well, whoever I talked to on the phone thought I wanted two separate rooms. So I had to make a white lie." Harry said.
"I liked it." Hermione said, attaching herself to his arm. Harry went red.
"So what's our room like?" She asked him.
"Well. It has a porch."
"A porch?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. The hotel has a room with a sliding door that leads onto a porch and the porch goes on to a beach."
"A beach! How fun!" Hermione squealed. She hugged Harry's arm tighter.
"Here we are." Harry said. He used the card key to open the door. He pushed the door open with his foot. It was very tropical. The bed had a floral spread, and a television was poised on the counter in front of the bed. A bathroom branched off to the side. Harry pulled their luggage in the room.
"Look! Isn't it so beautiful?" Hermione asked, running out onto the porch. Harry picked up a card that was left on the miniature refrigerator.
"It says we can get drinks served to the room for us to 'enjoy' on the porch." Harry read from the card. Hermione rushed back in.
"What should we do first?" Hermione asked Harry. He shrugged.
"It was your idea." Hermione flopped back on the bed. Harry picked up one of the many brochures on the table. He handed it to Hermione.
"Here. It talks about the activities and things the hotel offers." He laid down on the bed next to her on his back. Hermione opened the brochure. She looked at Harry out of the corner of her eye. She rolled on her side and spooned up against Harry. Harry turned his head and looked at her.
"Do you know how to play volleyball?" Hermione asked, burying her head on his shoulder.
"I've seen it on TV, but never really played it." He said. Hermione turned the page.
"Ooooh. There's a barbeque and dancing on Fridays. That's tonight." Hermione looked at Harry.
"I take it you want to go then?" He asked. Hermione nodded.
"All right." Harry sat up.
"But what should we do now? "Hermione asked.
"There's a hot tub." Harry said. Hermione grinned.
**********
That evening, before the barbeque, Hermione showered in the bathroom. Harry had already had his turn and was getting ready in the main room. Hermione turned the water off. She heard the sounds of the TV in the other room. She smiled to herself. Drying off, she tugged on her undergarments and then slid her red sundress on. It had a tie in the back and she couldn't reach it. She opened the bathroom door.
"Ahem." She said, shyly. Harry looked up.
"Done already?" He asked. Hermione tip toed out into the room.
"No. Can you tie me?" She asked.
"Wh-What?" Harry asked, going red.
"Tie me." Hermione said, turning around, indicating the tie in the back.
"Oh. Sure." He stood up from his chair and took the ties of the sundress. Hermione leaned back into him. Harry sniffed her wet hair. Lilacs again.
"You smell like a garden." He whispered in her ear. Hermione smiled.
"Thanks. You smell.... Like a guy." She replied. Harry laughed.
"Sweat and Grass?" He asked.
"No, no. You smell like.... You used to."
"I USED to smell?" He teased. Hermione sighed.
"I.. I mean at Hogwarts. You know. That cologne."
"Midnight in Cairo?"
"Yeah." Hermione leaned her head against his chest. "Midnight in Cairo."
"Want to dry your hair? And.... Finish getting ready?" Harry asked, red in the face, backing away.
"All right." Hermione went back into the bathroom. She closed the door and hefted herself onto the counter. She stared at herself in the mirror. Was she doing something wrong? Harry was acting funny around her. Hermione ran a hand through her wet hair, crinching it up with a fist. She slid off the counter and reached for her hair dryer.
At the barbeque, there was festive dancing and music. The food was delicious.
"I don't think I can eat anymore." Harry said, leaning back in his seat. "I had around 50 shrimp and a lobster claw and a serving of crab salad." Hermione giggled. Harry looked at all the other couples dancing. A few of the kids at the hotel started a three person conga line that quickly dispersed as they ran after sea gulls.
"Would you like to dance?" Harry asked Hermione. She blushed and nodded. Harry helped her up out of her seat. The music playing was slow. Hermione stayed close to Harry as they danced. They had never danced before. The only dance they had had at Hogwarts was the Yule Ball, and that was a total disaster.
Later that evening, Harry was sound asleep in the bed. Hermione, however, was outside on their room porch. She sat in a chair in her night robe. Her wand was lighting the book she was reading. The ocean lapped at the beach and the wind licked at the pages of her book. It was another of Hermione's romance novels. She had started it a while ago, but never had the chance or heart to read it. She turned the page, eyes rapidly taking in the story.
"'Mione?" said a sleepy voice from behind her. Harry was standing in just boxer shorts in the doorway. "What are you doing?" Harry yawned. Hermione quickly shut her book.
"Nothing." She said fast, glad Harry didn't have his glasses on.
"Come in." He said. Hermione grabbed her wand and stood up and hugged her book to her chest. 'Was this it?' She thought. Hermione went inside the room. Harry shut the door behind her. He put a hand on her waist. She set her book on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She crawled in. Harry crawled in after her. Harry rolled on his side, facing away from her. Hermione frowned and bit her lip. She turned on her side, facing away from him. She squeezed her eyes shut, jamming her hands under her pillow. She sighed loudly. There was a soft sliding sound. A hand creeped up onto Hermione's shoulder. Harry turned and hugged Hermione to himself.
***********
Early the next morning, Hermione woke up to a cold bed. She looked towards the bathroom, wondering if he was in there. He wasn't. The door was wide open. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. There was only one card key on the nightstand. He must have gone somewhere. She slid out of bed and picked out clothes for the day. She walked into the bathroom and pushed the door. It started to close but bounced back, leaving an inch open. She undressed and took a shower. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself up and wrung her hair out into the shower. She lifted her burgundy bikini. She took off her towel and slid the bottom part of the bikini on.
"Hermione?" Harry said, coming into the room. The door closed behind him. Hermione saw his shadow pass the door. There was a clink of plastic on wood. The door to the bathroom swung open.
"Oh! Sorry." Harry said, turning around. Hermione didn't say anything. She picked up her sundress and slid it over the bikini. She gathered up her pajamas and exited the bathroom, sliding past Harry.
"Sorry." He said again.
"It's okay." She said. She folded her pajamas and put them away in her suitcase. She took out her makeup bag and hair dryer and set them in the bathroom.
"I got food." Harry said, pointing to a plastic tray on the small table in their room.
"They only had Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes left." Harry said, holding up two small boxes of the sugary cereals. Hermione took the box of Frosted Flakes. She sat down and poured the cereal into a small Styrofoam bowl and added milk. Harry sat down opposite her.
"So..." Harry said, breaking the silence. "What do you want to do today?" Hermione shrugged. They ate their breakfast in silence. Hermione went in the bathroom and finished fixing herself up. When she was almost done, Harry came in the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist. It brought a small smile to her face. Hermione blushed.
"There's my girl." Harry said. He kissed her cheek.
"I'll be outside." He left the bathroom. When Hermione heard the porch door slide shut she laid down on the bathroom floor on her back, arms spread-eagled. She sighed happily and stared at the ceiling for a long time before going into the main room.
Hermione curled up on the messy bed in the humid afternoon, immersed in her romance novel. She bit her pinky in the dramatic romantic part of the book. Suddenly she slammed the book shut and ran to the bathroom. She ripped off her sundress, leaving her in her bikini. She silently rummaged in her suitcase for the skirt she had brought along that went with the bikini. She tied the beach skirt around her waist and started her plan.
Harry was lying on his back in the sand, his arms up behind his head. His eyes were closed, face tilted up to the sun. There was a soft padding noise. Someone dropped to the sand beside him. He opened one eye.
"Hey." Hermione said, lying down next to him.
"Hey." He replied.
"Want a lemonade? They're on the porch table." She said.
"Maybe later. What happened to your sundress?" Harry asked.
"I took it off. What happened to your outfit?"
"Took it off and put on swim shorts." Harry casually replied.
"You're not swimming though." Hermione said. She spooned up against Harry, sliding her smooth leg onto his. Harry's ears went red. The red flushed up to his face. Harry stared at Hermione. Hermione seemed in a daze, tip toeing her fingers across Harry's belly.
"I'm glad I don't have hair growing out of my belly button." Hermione said teasingly, brushing her hand lightly over the patch of hair that trailed down from Harry's belly button, down into his swim shorts. Harry tensed up. Hermione ran her leg down Harry's.
"Mione, whatever you're doing, I like it." Harry said, sounding surprised and scared.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, the corners of her mouth twitching. Harry rolled over on top of Hermione and kissed her passionately, his arousal jamming between her legs.
"Shouldn't we go inside?" Hermione said, breaking the kiss.
"Right." Harry said. He picked Hermione up and kissed her all the way to the door.
"what about..." Hermione said. Harry picked up his wand and waved it. The doors locked, the shades closed, and the lights dimmed. Harry moved Hermione over to the bed and laid her down on it. He kissed her neck. They were both starting to breathe heavily.
"Good thing we're wearing so little clothing." Harry said. Hermione giggled quietly.
"Why don't we make this humid afternoon hotter?" He said. He reached around and fumbled with Hermione's bikini top. Once they had fixed themselves, they started a pleasure filled afternoon that seemed to last forever.
Note: There WAS a warning at the top of the page, so don't come crying to me if you were offended. This IS a romance.
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
Note: THIS SEQUENCE CAN CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL THAT MAY NOT BE SUTIBLE FOR HARRY POTTER FANS WHO EITHER DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROMANCE THAT IS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY, OR ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. ENJOY.
"Ah! You must be the Potters." Said the lady at the counter at the Fairwinds Hotel. Hermione looked up at Harry.
"Yes." Harry said, ignoring her stare. The receptionist typed in her computer. Harry gave her his credit card and she charged the amount.
"Enjoy your stay!" she said, giving them their room keys along with a cheerful smile. They headed to their room.
"The Potters?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Well, whoever I talked to on the phone thought I wanted two separate rooms. So I had to make a white lie." Harry said.
"I liked it." Hermione said, attaching herself to his arm. Harry went red.
"So what's our room like?" She asked him.
"Well. It has a porch."
"A porch?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. The hotel has a room with a sliding door that leads onto a porch and the porch goes on to a beach."
"A beach! How fun!" Hermione squealed. She hugged Harry's arm tighter.
"Here we are." Harry said. He used the card key to open the door. He pushed the door open with his foot. It was very tropical. The bed had a floral spread, and a television was poised on the counter in front of the bed. A bathroom branched off to the side. Harry pulled their luggage in the room.
"Look! Isn't it so beautiful?" Hermione asked, running out onto the porch. Harry picked up a card that was left on the miniature refrigerator.
"It says we can get drinks served to the room for us to 'enjoy' on the porch." Harry read from the card. Hermione rushed back in.
"What should we do first?" Hermione asked Harry. He shrugged.
"It was your idea." Hermione flopped back on the bed. Harry picked up one of the many brochures on the table. He handed it to Hermione.
"Here. It talks about the activities and things the hotel offers." He laid down on the bed next to her on his back. Hermione opened the brochure. She looked at Harry out of the corner of her eye. She rolled on her side and spooned up against Harry. Harry turned his head and looked at her.
"Do you know how to play volleyball?" Hermione asked, burying her head on his shoulder.
"I've seen it on TV, but never really played it." He said. Hermione turned the page.
"Ooooh. There's a barbeque and dancing on Fridays. That's tonight." Hermione looked at Harry.
"I take it you want to go then?" He asked. Hermione nodded.
"All right." Harry sat up.
"But what should we do now? "Hermione asked.
"There's a hot tub." Harry said. Hermione grinned.
**********
That evening, before the barbeque, Hermione showered in the bathroom. Harry had already had his turn and was getting ready in the main room. Hermione turned the water off. She heard the sounds of the TV in the other room. She smiled to herself. Drying off, she tugged on her undergarments and then slid her red sundress on. It had a tie in the back and she couldn't reach it. She opened the bathroom door.
"Ahem." She said, shyly. Harry looked up.
"Done already?" He asked. Hermione tip toed out into the room.
"No. Can you tie me?" She asked.
"Wh-What?" Harry asked, going red.
"Tie me." Hermione said, turning around, indicating the tie in the back.
"Oh. Sure." He stood up from his chair and took the ties of the sundress. Hermione leaned back into him. Harry sniffed her wet hair. Lilacs again.
"You smell like a garden." He whispered in her ear. Hermione smiled.
"Thanks. You smell.... Like a guy." She replied. Harry laughed.
"Sweat and Grass?" He asked.
"No, no. You smell like.... You used to."
"I USED to smell?" He teased. Hermione sighed.
"I.. I mean at Hogwarts. You know. That cologne."
"Midnight in Cairo?"
"Yeah." Hermione leaned her head against his chest. "Midnight in Cairo."
"Want to dry your hair? And.... Finish getting ready?" Harry asked, red in the face, backing away.
"All right." Hermione went back into the bathroom. She closed the door and hefted herself onto the counter. She stared at herself in the mirror. Was she doing something wrong? Harry was acting funny around her. Hermione ran a hand through her wet hair, crinching it up with a fist. She slid off the counter and reached for her hair dryer.
At the barbeque, there was festive dancing and music. The food was delicious.
"I don't think I can eat anymore." Harry said, leaning back in his seat. "I had around 50 shrimp and a lobster claw and a serving of crab salad." Hermione giggled. Harry looked at all the other couples dancing. A few of the kids at the hotel started a three person conga line that quickly dispersed as they ran after sea gulls.
"Would you like to dance?" Harry asked Hermione. She blushed and nodded. Harry helped her up out of her seat. The music playing was slow. Hermione stayed close to Harry as they danced. They had never danced before. The only dance they had had at Hogwarts was the Yule Ball, and that was a total disaster.
Later that evening, Harry was sound asleep in the bed. Hermione, however, was outside on their room porch. She sat in a chair in her night robe. Her wand was lighting the book she was reading. The ocean lapped at the beach and the wind licked at the pages of her book. It was another of Hermione's romance novels. She had started it a while ago, but never had the chance or heart to read it. She turned the page, eyes rapidly taking in the story.
"'Mione?" said a sleepy voice from behind her. Harry was standing in just boxer shorts in the doorway. "What are you doing?" Harry yawned. Hermione quickly shut her book.
"Nothing." She said fast, glad Harry didn't have his glasses on.
"Come in." He said. Hermione grabbed her wand and stood up and hugged her book to her chest. 'Was this it?' She thought. Hermione went inside the room. Harry shut the door behind her. He put a hand on her waist. She set her book on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She crawled in. Harry crawled in after her. Harry rolled on his side, facing away from her. Hermione frowned and bit her lip. She turned on her side, facing away from him. She squeezed her eyes shut, jamming her hands under her pillow. She sighed loudly. There was a soft sliding sound. A hand creeped up onto Hermione's shoulder. Harry turned and hugged Hermione to himself.
***********
Early the next morning, Hermione woke up to a cold bed. She looked towards the bathroom, wondering if he was in there. He wasn't. The door was wide open. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. There was only one card key on the nightstand. He must have gone somewhere. She slid out of bed and picked out clothes for the day. She walked into the bathroom and pushed the door. It started to close but bounced back, leaving an inch open. She undressed and took a shower. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself up and wrung her hair out into the shower. She lifted her burgundy bikini. She took off her towel and slid the bottom part of the bikini on.
"Hermione?" Harry said, coming into the room. The door closed behind him. Hermione saw his shadow pass the door. There was a clink of plastic on wood. The door to the bathroom swung open.
"Oh! Sorry." Harry said, turning around. Hermione didn't say anything. She picked up her sundress and slid it over the bikini. She gathered up her pajamas and exited the bathroom, sliding past Harry.
"Sorry." He said again.
"It's okay." She said. She folded her pajamas and put them away in her suitcase. She took out her makeup bag and hair dryer and set them in the bathroom.
"I got food." Harry said, pointing to a plastic tray on the small table in their room.
"They only had Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes left." Harry said, holding up two small boxes of the sugary cereals. Hermione took the box of Frosted Flakes. She sat down and poured the cereal into a small Styrofoam bowl and added milk. Harry sat down opposite her.
"So..." Harry said, breaking the silence. "What do you want to do today?" Hermione shrugged. They ate their breakfast in silence. Hermione went in the bathroom and finished fixing herself up. When she was almost done, Harry came in the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist. It brought a small smile to her face. Hermione blushed.
"There's my girl." Harry said. He kissed her cheek.
"I'll be outside." He left the bathroom. When Hermione heard the porch door slide shut she laid down on the bathroom floor on her back, arms spread-eagled. She sighed happily and stared at the ceiling for a long time before going into the main room.
Hermione curled up on the messy bed in the humid afternoon, immersed in her romance novel. She bit her pinky in the dramatic romantic part of the book. Suddenly she slammed the book shut and ran to the bathroom. She ripped off her sundress, leaving her in her bikini. She silently rummaged in her suitcase for the skirt she had brought along that went with the bikini. She tied the beach skirt around her waist and started her plan.
Harry was lying on his back in the sand, his arms up behind his head. His eyes were closed, face tilted up to the sun. There was a soft padding noise. Someone dropped to the sand beside him. He opened one eye.
"Hey." Hermione said, lying down next to him.
"Hey." He replied.
"Want a lemonade? They're on the porch table." She said.
"Maybe later. What happened to your sundress?" Harry asked.
"I took it off. What happened to your outfit?"
"Took it off and put on swim shorts." Harry casually replied.
"You're not swimming though." Hermione said. She spooned up against Harry, sliding her smooth leg onto his. Harry's ears went red. The red flushed up to his face. Harry stared at Hermione. Hermione seemed in a daze, tip toeing her fingers across Harry's belly.
"I'm glad I don't have hair growing out of my belly button." Hermione said teasingly, brushing her hand lightly over the patch of hair that trailed down from Harry's belly button, down into his swim shorts. Harry tensed up. Hermione ran her leg down Harry's.
"Mione, whatever you're doing, I like it." Harry said, sounding surprised and scared.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, the corners of her mouth twitching. Harry rolled over on top of Hermione and kissed her passionately, his arousal jamming between her legs.
"Shouldn't we go inside?" Hermione said, breaking the kiss.
"Right." Harry said. He picked Hermione up and kissed her all the way to the door.
"what about..." Hermione said. Harry picked up his wand and waved it. The doors locked, the shades closed, and the lights dimmed. Harry moved Hermione over to the bed and laid her down on it. He kissed her neck. They were both starting to breathe heavily.
"Good thing we're wearing so little clothing." Harry said. Hermione giggled quietly.
"Why don't we make this humid afternoon hotter?" He said. He reached around and fumbled with Hermione's bikini top. Once they had fixed themselves, they started a pleasure filled afternoon that seemed to last forever.
Note: There WAS a warning at the top of the page, so don't come crying to me if you were offended. This IS a romance.
