I don't own a thing. Please don't sue!
Ch. 3 Putting Up With The Neighbors
Hermione's alarm clock buzzed at her, informing her that it was indeed time for her to get up if she didn't want to be in bed when Marge came by. She grumpily rolled over and turned off the alarm, and opened her eyes. The sun was peaking through the horizons and a cool waft of air settled into the room. Hermione shivered as she got out of bed. Yes, the first order of business today would be to fix up the patches on the side of the house that needed to be repaired.
She slipped on a pair of house shoes and walked into the kitchen, which looked better in the evening. She debated whether or not to put on a pot of coffee, but seeing how everything looked as if it needed a really good scrub down, she decided against it. Instead, she walked into the shower- in fairly good condition, and turned on the hot water. Nothing like starting the day with a hot shower.
After rinsing away the previous four days' grime off of her, Hermione was ready and set for the new day. She got dressed in warm clothing and, noting that Marge would not be arriving for another 30 minutes, decided to not waste anymore time and got ready to work. She walked to the back of her car, pulled out the wood, hammer, saw and nails and began the work of filling in the gaps and crevices that allowed for cold air to seep through at night.
The sound of blade against wood awoke Harry from his very peaceful slumber. Jumping out of bed, thinking that a bear had gotten to Kodiak, he raced to the front door clad in moccasins, a shot gun, and a long pair of pajama bottoms. He looked around only for his eyes to greet the women next door near a circular saw, and anger seethed in his blood.
"That does it." Forgetting to put on any additional clothes, (anger and sheer adrenaline from his violent shake out of bed), Harry raced to the other side of the creek, nearly foaming at the mouth.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Harry yelled as he grabbed Hermione's shoulder and turned her around, with a look of annoyance and shock in her eyes. "Do you have any idea what time it is and what the hell you're doing?"
"It's almost 7:30, and yes, I know what I'm doing." Putting on a sarcastic smile, she added sweetly "but thank you for coming over here to check on me. It was very polite of you to make sure that I had the situation under control before Marge got here. I thank you for your kindness, Mr."
"Potter. Harry Potter. And I didn't come over here to make sure you were okay. You fucking woke me up! It's too fucking early in the morning for you to be making such ruckus. I want you to turn off that machine and begin again at a decent hour."
Hermione, although her blood pumping in anger, couldn't help but notice his tight six pack, smooth body, and the hint of pine and Old Spice wafting off of him. "I've got bad news for you Mr. Potter. This is MY property, I bought it with MY money, and if I want to damn well fix up MY cabin, I'm fucking going to do so! There's about 4300 acres of land. If it's going to bother you SO much that I live here, I suggest you move, because I'm NOT budging."
"I'll pay ten times the amount you did for this residence. You know, I'll pay anything! Just as long as you get out of my sight!"
"Then I suggest you leave, HARRY, because I'm not going anywhere. I plan to stay up here, I'm going to fix up my cabin, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!"
"Well well well! You two are getting off to a good start. How ya doing there Potter?" Marge yelled cheerfully from the window of her truck as she pulled in.
"He was just leaving Marge. I've already started on some of the outer repairs to the cabin and apparently he has a problem with me wanting a warm and dry residence."
"Fuck you!" Harry yelled. He turned and walked away in quite a huff that the tension between he and Hermione could still be felt even after he had crossed the creek.
"Dammit all she is infuriating!" Harry murmured to himself, very well aware of his arousal as he walked back into his home and stalked off to the shower.
"My my, aren't you two starting off on a good note," Marge noted as she picked up a couple of supplies and walked towards Hermione. "What was that all about?"
"He doesn't enjoy the fact that I'm his new neighbor for the rest of the year apparently. He was willing to buy the property from me for 10 times what I paid for it. Where does he get that kind of money?"
"Apparently he's retired. I have no idea what business he's in. I just know he moved up here after the accident."
"What accident?" Hermione inquired.
"I'll tell you once you've gotten settled in. Come on dearie, we have a lot of work ahead of us if we want to make this place spic and span for you to live in."
As they repaired the siding of the cabin, Hermione could not get Harry off of her mind. He was tight, lean, muscular, and he smelled delicious. Oh but he was infuriating. How dare he come over and demand that she move! She was here for an adventure as she damn well will get one.
After working for nearly two hours, the exterior of the cabin was complete. The roof had been retiled, the outside walls had been repaired, resided and resealed, and the front porch had a few new pieces of wood to hold it in place, and Marge was kind enough to bring a sealer to stain and seal the front of the cabin. They girls were inside drinking coffee from a thermos, discussing what needed to be done next.
"Well, the carpet in the living room needs to be pulled up, the walls need to be disinfected, the trim and mouldings need a new coat of paint, the kitchen needs a bleach bomb just to-"
"One thing at a time Hermione! I suggest we start cleaning the kitchen. I have a couple of bottles of disinfecting and disinfecting bleach in the truck. The dishwashing soap is under the sink if you want to get started on getting the dishes cleaned. Sorry to tell ya there's not dishwasher, these are all going to have to be done by hand."
Hermione sighed. "Let's get to work then!" Marge went out to her truck to get the cleaning solution and Hermione pulled out all the silverware, glassware and china and began giving them a good soak down. Marge reentered the kitchen, with the cleaning solution, floor tiles and a can of white and blue paint and a couple of paint brushes. A new wave of excitement flooded Hermione, knowing that as soon as the house was cleaned up and repainted, she could truly begin the adventure.
Trying so hard not to think about his neighbor, Harry tried to drown himself in a load of work. He had been getting into the working field again, only slightly though, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done. Harry made phone calls, faxed papers, had a conference call with his associates down in Seattle, and made outlines for the work that would need to be done in the office in Sacramento. He failed though, because his brain always traveled back to Hermione. Grabbing a pair of binoculars, he went to the window of his office, slightly opened the blinds and peered through the work that was being done.
Marge and Hermione had taken all of the cabinet doors outside and were repainting them white. They were laughing with one another, and his stomach flip-flopped as a familiar laugh rang through his memory. He admitted to himself that Hermione was a looker. Her brown hair and lean but curvy body made him go hard again, another thing he had battled since returning to his own residence. He hadn't remembered being this turned on by some one since.
Shaking the thought out of his head, he put down the binoculars and put on a new pair of clothes. Kodiak looked at him in confusion.
"I'm doing downtown for a little bit. Our new neighbor is driving me insane." He threw on a jacket and hopped into his truck, failing to be noticed by Hermione and Marge.
Deciding to stop for lunch, Hermione and Marge let the cabinet doors dry out in the sun and they had a bowl of tomato soup, coffee and a tuna melt sandwich. It was a filling lunch, despite its size. By the time their food had digested and each girl had rested up, the doors were dry and ready to be reattached.
"Perhaps it would be better if we painted the walls of the kitchen first. We'll let that dry, put in the new tiles and by then all of the paint should be completely dry and the kitchen will nearly be done.except for the furniture."
"One at a time!" Marge reminded her.
It took them the rest of the day to finish up the kitchen. By when they had, it looked very spiffy. The kitchen counters were once again white and clean, the blue and the white complimented the cabin nicely, the table and chairs had been reupholstered, repainted and the limbs had been tightened. They decided to call it a day, and Marge bid Hermione farewell just as Harry was climbing up the hill.
"Great," Hermione muttered.
Harry walked up to Hermione, the heat radiating off of them was enough to heat an entire mansion, and Harry produced a bouquet of daisies.
"I know I'm an asshole. I was hoping you'd accept these as an apology."
Hermione's heart softened up a bit. "That's very sweet of you Harry, would you like to come in?" Stupid stupid stupid! Hermione thought.
"I'd love to, see how the cabin's turned out so far."
"We've only gotten the kitchen, tomorrow we'll do the living room and maybe my bedroom."
Harry's senses were attacked with the smell of paint and the sight of feminine. Old Man Baker would never have approved, but it suited Hermione's tastes.
"Look's good," he managed to say. He remembered what he came here for. "Look, I'm sorry I was a dickhead to you, but I need you to know that I like my peace and quiet and don't appreciate being woken up at the ass crack of dawn by a woman with power tools, no matter how sexy it is. I know you need to fix up the place, and I understand the need to want to clean up, but can we try to come up with an arrangement so that we are both happy."
"I'd be more than willing to. If you clean up your attitude and start being nicer towards me, I'll hold off on the noise at least until the sun comes up."
"I think we have a deal then." Harry, pleased but not satisfied. Oh to kiss her lips, he thought. Pink and full, Harry was dying inside to press his mouth against her, to feel her body up against his. He knew he had to leave quickly, or he was going to do something he would most surely regret. "I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so I need to be leaving. Thank you for inviting me in. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you." He left quickly and raced back to his house.
Hermione, although touched, a bit horny, was now completely jilted. How rude! She thought. He came over here to give her these lovely flowers (oh but they were pretty) and he doesn't have enough decency to stay around for a conversation and maybe a cup of coffee. Anger flooded her sense again as she put the daisies in water and her hate for her neighbor returned.
Ch. 3 Putting Up With The Neighbors
Hermione's alarm clock buzzed at her, informing her that it was indeed time for her to get up if she didn't want to be in bed when Marge came by. She grumpily rolled over and turned off the alarm, and opened her eyes. The sun was peaking through the horizons and a cool waft of air settled into the room. Hermione shivered as she got out of bed. Yes, the first order of business today would be to fix up the patches on the side of the house that needed to be repaired.
She slipped on a pair of house shoes and walked into the kitchen, which looked better in the evening. She debated whether or not to put on a pot of coffee, but seeing how everything looked as if it needed a really good scrub down, she decided against it. Instead, she walked into the shower- in fairly good condition, and turned on the hot water. Nothing like starting the day with a hot shower.
After rinsing away the previous four days' grime off of her, Hermione was ready and set for the new day. She got dressed in warm clothing and, noting that Marge would not be arriving for another 30 minutes, decided to not waste anymore time and got ready to work. She walked to the back of her car, pulled out the wood, hammer, saw and nails and began the work of filling in the gaps and crevices that allowed for cold air to seep through at night.
The sound of blade against wood awoke Harry from his very peaceful slumber. Jumping out of bed, thinking that a bear had gotten to Kodiak, he raced to the front door clad in moccasins, a shot gun, and a long pair of pajama bottoms. He looked around only for his eyes to greet the women next door near a circular saw, and anger seethed in his blood.
"That does it." Forgetting to put on any additional clothes, (anger and sheer adrenaline from his violent shake out of bed), Harry raced to the other side of the creek, nearly foaming at the mouth.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Harry yelled as he grabbed Hermione's shoulder and turned her around, with a look of annoyance and shock in her eyes. "Do you have any idea what time it is and what the hell you're doing?"
"It's almost 7:30, and yes, I know what I'm doing." Putting on a sarcastic smile, she added sweetly "but thank you for coming over here to check on me. It was very polite of you to make sure that I had the situation under control before Marge got here. I thank you for your kindness, Mr."
"Potter. Harry Potter. And I didn't come over here to make sure you were okay. You fucking woke me up! It's too fucking early in the morning for you to be making such ruckus. I want you to turn off that machine and begin again at a decent hour."
Hermione, although her blood pumping in anger, couldn't help but notice his tight six pack, smooth body, and the hint of pine and Old Spice wafting off of him. "I've got bad news for you Mr. Potter. This is MY property, I bought it with MY money, and if I want to damn well fix up MY cabin, I'm fucking going to do so! There's about 4300 acres of land. If it's going to bother you SO much that I live here, I suggest you move, because I'm NOT budging."
"I'll pay ten times the amount you did for this residence. You know, I'll pay anything! Just as long as you get out of my sight!"
"Then I suggest you leave, HARRY, because I'm not going anywhere. I plan to stay up here, I'm going to fix up my cabin, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!"
"Well well well! You two are getting off to a good start. How ya doing there Potter?" Marge yelled cheerfully from the window of her truck as she pulled in.
"He was just leaving Marge. I've already started on some of the outer repairs to the cabin and apparently he has a problem with me wanting a warm and dry residence."
"Fuck you!" Harry yelled. He turned and walked away in quite a huff that the tension between he and Hermione could still be felt even after he had crossed the creek.
"Dammit all she is infuriating!" Harry murmured to himself, very well aware of his arousal as he walked back into his home and stalked off to the shower.
"My my, aren't you two starting off on a good note," Marge noted as she picked up a couple of supplies and walked towards Hermione. "What was that all about?"
"He doesn't enjoy the fact that I'm his new neighbor for the rest of the year apparently. He was willing to buy the property from me for 10 times what I paid for it. Where does he get that kind of money?"
"Apparently he's retired. I have no idea what business he's in. I just know he moved up here after the accident."
"What accident?" Hermione inquired.
"I'll tell you once you've gotten settled in. Come on dearie, we have a lot of work ahead of us if we want to make this place spic and span for you to live in."
As they repaired the siding of the cabin, Hermione could not get Harry off of her mind. He was tight, lean, muscular, and he smelled delicious. Oh but he was infuriating. How dare he come over and demand that she move! She was here for an adventure as she damn well will get one.
After working for nearly two hours, the exterior of the cabin was complete. The roof had been retiled, the outside walls had been repaired, resided and resealed, and the front porch had a few new pieces of wood to hold it in place, and Marge was kind enough to bring a sealer to stain and seal the front of the cabin. They girls were inside drinking coffee from a thermos, discussing what needed to be done next.
"Well, the carpet in the living room needs to be pulled up, the walls need to be disinfected, the trim and mouldings need a new coat of paint, the kitchen needs a bleach bomb just to-"
"One thing at a time Hermione! I suggest we start cleaning the kitchen. I have a couple of bottles of disinfecting and disinfecting bleach in the truck. The dishwashing soap is under the sink if you want to get started on getting the dishes cleaned. Sorry to tell ya there's not dishwasher, these are all going to have to be done by hand."
Hermione sighed. "Let's get to work then!" Marge went out to her truck to get the cleaning solution and Hermione pulled out all the silverware, glassware and china and began giving them a good soak down. Marge reentered the kitchen, with the cleaning solution, floor tiles and a can of white and blue paint and a couple of paint brushes. A new wave of excitement flooded Hermione, knowing that as soon as the house was cleaned up and repainted, she could truly begin the adventure.
Trying so hard not to think about his neighbor, Harry tried to drown himself in a load of work. He had been getting into the working field again, only slightly though, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done. Harry made phone calls, faxed papers, had a conference call with his associates down in Seattle, and made outlines for the work that would need to be done in the office in Sacramento. He failed though, because his brain always traveled back to Hermione. Grabbing a pair of binoculars, he went to the window of his office, slightly opened the blinds and peered through the work that was being done.
Marge and Hermione had taken all of the cabinet doors outside and were repainting them white. They were laughing with one another, and his stomach flip-flopped as a familiar laugh rang through his memory. He admitted to himself that Hermione was a looker. Her brown hair and lean but curvy body made him go hard again, another thing he had battled since returning to his own residence. He hadn't remembered being this turned on by some one since.
Shaking the thought out of his head, he put down the binoculars and put on a new pair of clothes. Kodiak looked at him in confusion.
"I'm doing downtown for a little bit. Our new neighbor is driving me insane." He threw on a jacket and hopped into his truck, failing to be noticed by Hermione and Marge.
Deciding to stop for lunch, Hermione and Marge let the cabinet doors dry out in the sun and they had a bowl of tomato soup, coffee and a tuna melt sandwich. It was a filling lunch, despite its size. By the time their food had digested and each girl had rested up, the doors were dry and ready to be reattached.
"Perhaps it would be better if we painted the walls of the kitchen first. We'll let that dry, put in the new tiles and by then all of the paint should be completely dry and the kitchen will nearly be done.except for the furniture."
"One at a time!" Marge reminded her.
It took them the rest of the day to finish up the kitchen. By when they had, it looked very spiffy. The kitchen counters were once again white and clean, the blue and the white complimented the cabin nicely, the table and chairs had been reupholstered, repainted and the limbs had been tightened. They decided to call it a day, and Marge bid Hermione farewell just as Harry was climbing up the hill.
"Great," Hermione muttered.
Harry walked up to Hermione, the heat radiating off of them was enough to heat an entire mansion, and Harry produced a bouquet of daisies.
"I know I'm an asshole. I was hoping you'd accept these as an apology."
Hermione's heart softened up a bit. "That's very sweet of you Harry, would you like to come in?" Stupid stupid stupid! Hermione thought.
"I'd love to, see how the cabin's turned out so far."
"We've only gotten the kitchen, tomorrow we'll do the living room and maybe my bedroom."
Harry's senses were attacked with the smell of paint and the sight of feminine. Old Man Baker would never have approved, but it suited Hermione's tastes.
"Look's good," he managed to say. He remembered what he came here for. "Look, I'm sorry I was a dickhead to you, but I need you to know that I like my peace and quiet and don't appreciate being woken up at the ass crack of dawn by a woman with power tools, no matter how sexy it is. I know you need to fix up the place, and I understand the need to want to clean up, but can we try to come up with an arrangement so that we are both happy."
"I'd be more than willing to. If you clean up your attitude and start being nicer towards me, I'll hold off on the noise at least until the sun comes up."
"I think we have a deal then." Harry, pleased but not satisfied. Oh to kiss her lips, he thought. Pink and full, Harry was dying inside to press his mouth against her, to feel her body up against his. He knew he had to leave quickly, or he was going to do something he would most surely regret. "I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so I need to be leaving. Thank you for inviting me in. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you." He left quickly and raced back to his house.
Hermione, although touched, a bit horny, was now completely jilted. How rude! She thought. He came over here to give her these lovely flowers (oh but they were pretty) and he doesn't have enough decency to stay around for a conversation and maybe a cup of coffee. Anger flooded her sense again as she put the daisies in water and her hate for her neighbor returned.
