Ch. 5 A Little Quality Time
Hermione awoke early the next morning and walked down the shed that was down the property a ways. Inside held a lawn mower, a canoe, a blow up raft, and some gardening equipment.
"Well, if there's a raft and a canoe, there must be a stream down here somewhere," she wondered aloud. Upon returning to her cabin, she found a map of the area and discovered that indeed, about a half mile down a path the opposite of where she was yesterday was the beginning of Little Big Creek. Deciding that now would be as good of a time as any to start the adventure she had moved away from home to find, she pulled out the raft and its ores and set off down the path.
It was a little before 9:00 before Hermione was able to blow up the raft (a pump was attached in Velcro to the side), clean off the ores and gather her composure. She was just about to push off of land when she heard the familiar bark of Klondike, Harry's dog. Following the dog was Harry himself, also carrying a raft.
***
Like he always did, Harry woke up early to shower, shave and have a good, hearty breakfast of smoked sausage, oatmeal and biscuits. He was starting to get back into the business world, and after his breakfast he got onto his satellite networked computer and cell phone and talked to some of his associates. He only worked for a few hours each week, and with all the distractions Hermione had brought with her moving in, he could barely concentrate.
After bidding his fellow businessman a courtly adieu, he walked to the front window to see Hermione pulling her weight with the big yellow raft Old Man Baker had left.
"Klondike, how do you feel about going for a little trip down Little Big?"
***
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, a bit suspicious. The question she really wanted to ask him was "why are you always where I am?"
"Well, for one thing, it's not just your creek. Secondly, I always come down here to raft. It's a great way to relax, clear my mind." Harry was lying through his teeth.
"Whatever. I'll see you around." Hermione began pushing her raft into the water. Harry had to think of something fast in order to keep her with him.
"Hey, wait! I need your help with my raft." He could feel himself flush with embarrassment as to how lame he just sounded.
"If I can get my raft blown up and ready for departure, surely you can do the same."
"Yea.well.I need for you to watch Klondike. He's got the attention span of a raccoon, I'll tell ya. I don't want him getting lost or anything like that."
Hermione hesitated before finally relenting. "Alright, fine." Harry inwardly breathed in a sigh of relief as he began unfolding the raft. He watched as Hermione tossed a stick to Klondike, petting him behind his ears and keeping him company. His groin ached looking at her, her hair in a low pony tail, her tight fitting jeans forming to the perfect mold of her ass. How badly he wanted to saw fuck the raft and take her to the nearest clearing where he could screw her rotten.
After spreading out the raft, Harry used his air pump and blew the raft up to full size. "Well, now that that's all taken care of, I guess we'll be off." He said it slowly and hesitantly, hoping that he could find more time to be with her.
"Bye Klondike! I'm sure I'll see you very soon." She petted the dog on the head and pulled her raft out into the water, hopped in and began floating down the water. She watched as Harry grew smaller and smaller. He was oh so very handsome, and she wished he had invited her to join him. Unless he just wasn't interested in her at all. Perhaps Ron really was the love of her life.she shuddered at the thought. No, she didn't love Ron. She probably never did. Their sex life felt more like an obligation than passionate, they disagreed on everything and he was a bit condescending. She had no problem independent for the rest of her life, as long as she was happy.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the raft being snagged on a pile of branches. Hermione tried desperately to use the ores to make her move, but the raft wouldn't budge. She had two choices- she could either get out and push the raft back out into the water, or she could grab onto the tree and vacate the area. Both alternatives would make her very messy and could be very dangerous. She hated to admit it, but she needed Harry. Reluctantly, she called out his name.
"Harry!" she called out, waiting for an answer. She got none, and tried again. "Harry?! It's Hermione! I'm stuck!" There was still no answer. She sighed and her heart sank, knowing he must of taken a different route.
"Having problems, Ms. Granger?" came Harry's voice from out of nowhere. There was a hint of smugness in his voice that suggested he was enjoying her plight.
"I'm stuck, can you help me out?" she asked pleadingly.
"Oh it's not that hard. Use the ore and push your way out of the mess. That's a girl, there you go!"
They floated down together for a couple of minutes before Hermione broke the silence.
"Why are you such an ass towards me?"
Harry was astounded by the absolute bluntness of the question. "I beg your pardon?"
"Ever since I moved up here, you've had this arrogant tone in your voice that I can't stand. You walk around with a chip on your shoulder and you act like you own the world. What's up with that?"
"I'm just used to the quiet, that's all," Harry stated simply.
"Well I don't think that's a good enough of an answer," she probed.
"Well too bad. That's all you're going to get," he retorted.
"Well if we're going to be neighbors I suggest you start acting a little more civil towards me!" Hermione started to get annoyed.
"Well if you had taken me up on my offer, we wouldn't be neighbors now would we?"
"Well if you didn't flaunt the fact that you had money, and maybe if you weren't such an asshole, maybe we could have sat down and talked about it!"
"Well if you weren't disturbing the peace, maybe I wouldn't have been such an ass!"
"Well if you'd just shut the fuck up and left me alone instead of following me everywhere you wouldn't be pissing me off right now!"
"Oh I'm pissing you off?"
"Yea!"
"Oh yea?"
"Yea!"
Hermione got up to try and slap Harry across the face but instead she lost her balance and fell into the frigid water, which was a lot deeper than she had originally thought. When her head reached surface, she was greeted to the sounds of Harry's laughter.
"Asshole," she murmured as she swam for her raft.
"Okay come on now Hermione, get out from the water. It's cold in there, and there are snakes. The raft is a lost cause."
"Fuck you, Potter." Hermione dove her head underwater, got underneath the raft and flipped it over, sending both Klondike and Harry into the creek.
"Bitch!" Harry screamed.
"Next time I'd suggest you treat me with a little more courtesy. And for that matter, I'd -"
"Hermione, shut up." Harry swam over and kissed her square on the lips. Her body was cold, but her lips were warm and sent electricity through Harry like he hadn't felt in a long time.
Hermione awoke early the next morning and walked down the shed that was down the property a ways. Inside held a lawn mower, a canoe, a blow up raft, and some gardening equipment.
"Well, if there's a raft and a canoe, there must be a stream down here somewhere," she wondered aloud. Upon returning to her cabin, she found a map of the area and discovered that indeed, about a half mile down a path the opposite of where she was yesterday was the beginning of Little Big Creek. Deciding that now would be as good of a time as any to start the adventure she had moved away from home to find, she pulled out the raft and its ores and set off down the path.
It was a little before 9:00 before Hermione was able to blow up the raft (a pump was attached in Velcro to the side), clean off the ores and gather her composure. She was just about to push off of land when she heard the familiar bark of Klondike, Harry's dog. Following the dog was Harry himself, also carrying a raft.
***
Like he always did, Harry woke up early to shower, shave and have a good, hearty breakfast of smoked sausage, oatmeal and biscuits. He was starting to get back into the business world, and after his breakfast he got onto his satellite networked computer and cell phone and talked to some of his associates. He only worked for a few hours each week, and with all the distractions Hermione had brought with her moving in, he could barely concentrate.
After bidding his fellow businessman a courtly adieu, he walked to the front window to see Hermione pulling her weight with the big yellow raft Old Man Baker had left.
"Klondike, how do you feel about going for a little trip down Little Big?"
***
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, a bit suspicious. The question she really wanted to ask him was "why are you always where I am?"
"Well, for one thing, it's not just your creek. Secondly, I always come down here to raft. It's a great way to relax, clear my mind." Harry was lying through his teeth.
"Whatever. I'll see you around." Hermione began pushing her raft into the water. Harry had to think of something fast in order to keep her with him.
"Hey, wait! I need your help with my raft." He could feel himself flush with embarrassment as to how lame he just sounded.
"If I can get my raft blown up and ready for departure, surely you can do the same."
"Yea.well.I need for you to watch Klondike. He's got the attention span of a raccoon, I'll tell ya. I don't want him getting lost or anything like that."
Hermione hesitated before finally relenting. "Alright, fine." Harry inwardly breathed in a sigh of relief as he began unfolding the raft. He watched as Hermione tossed a stick to Klondike, petting him behind his ears and keeping him company. His groin ached looking at her, her hair in a low pony tail, her tight fitting jeans forming to the perfect mold of her ass. How badly he wanted to saw fuck the raft and take her to the nearest clearing where he could screw her rotten.
After spreading out the raft, Harry used his air pump and blew the raft up to full size. "Well, now that that's all taken care of, I guess we'll be off." He said it slowly and hesitantly, hoping that he could find more time to be with her.
"Bye Klondike! I'm sure I'll see you very soon." She petted the dog on the head and pulled her raft out into the water, hopped in and began floating down the water. She watched as Harry grew smaller and smaller. He was oh so very handsome, and she wished he had invited her to join him. Unless he just wasn't interested in her at all. Perhaps Ron really was the love of her life.she shuddered at the thought. No, she didn't love Ron. She probably never did. Their sex life felt more like an obligation than passionate, they disagreed on everything and he was a bit condescending. She had no problem independent for the rest of her life, as long as she was happy.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the raft being snagged on a pile of branches. Hermione tried desperately to use the ores to make her move, but the raft wouldn't budge. She had two choices- she could either get out and push the raft back out into the water, or she could grab onto the tree and vacate the area. Both alternatives would make her very messy and could be very dangerous. She hated to admit it, but she needed Harry. Reluctantly, she called out his name.
"Harry!" she called out, waiting for an answer. She got none, and tried again. "Harry?! It's Hermione! I'm stuck!" There was still no answer. She sighed and her heart sank, knowing he must of taken a different route.
"Having problems, Ms. Granger?" came Harry's voice from out of nowhere. There was a hint of smugness in his voice that suggested he was enjoying her plight.
"I'm stuck, can you help me out?" she asked pleadingly.
"Oh it's not that hard. Use the ore and push your way out of the mess. That's a girl, there you go!"
They floated down together for a couple of minutes before Hermione broke the silence.
"Why are you such an ass towards me?"
Harry was astounded by the absolute bluntness of the question. "I beg your pardon?"
"Ever since I moved up here, you've had this arrogant tone in your voice that I can't stand. You walk around with a chip on your shoulder and you act like you own the world. What's up with that?"
"I'm just used to the quiet, that's all," Harry stated simply.
"Well I don't think that's a good enough of an answer," she probed.
"Well too bad. That's all you're going to get," he retorted.
"Well if we're going to be neighbors I suggest you start acting a little more civil towards me!" Hermione started to get annoyed.
"Well if you had taken me up on my offer, we wouldn't be neighbors now would we?"
"Well if you didn't flaunt the fact that you had money, and maybe if you weren't such an asshole, maybe we could have sat down and talked about it!"
"Well if you weren't disturbing the peace, maybe I wouldn't have been such an ass!"
"Well if you'd just shut the fuck up and left me alone instead of following me everywhere you wouldn't be pissing me off right now!"
"Oh I'm pissing you off?"
"Yea!"
"Oh yea?"
"Yea!"
Hermione got up to try and slap Harry across the face but instead she lost her balance and fell into the frigid water, which was a lot deeper than she had originally thought. When her head reached surface, she was greeted to the sounds of Harry's laughter.
"Asshole," she murmured as she swam for her raft.
"Okay come on now Hermione, get out from the water. It's cold in there, and there are snakes. The raft is a lost cause."
"Fuck you, Potter." Hermione dove her head underwater, got underneath the raft and flipped it over, sending both Klondike and Harry into the creek.
"Bitch!" Harry screamed.
"Next time I'd suggest you treat me with a little more courtesy. And for that matter, I'd -"
"Hermione, shut up." Harry swam over and kissed her square on the lips. Her body was cold, but her lips were warm and sent electricity through Harry like he hadn't felt in a long time.
