A/N: It's not fair. It's not mine.

Chapter 24- Christmas with the Grangers

Harry woke up the next morning and realized it was Christmas Day. He glanced at an alarm clock near the bed and saw it was only seven AM. Harry sighed and looked down after feeling a weight on his chest. He saw a naked Hermione lying next to him sleeping peacefully with her head on his chest. He saw her beautiful wavy brown hair, no longer bushy flowing all around her. Harry also saw her firm, small breasts and her beautiful body. With a sigh, Harry placed his arms around her and kissed her forehead lightly then placed a hand on the small of her back. He gently rubbed her back and then kissed her forehead again. When he looked down, he saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at him.

"Good morning and Merry Christmas Harry," Hermione whispered.

"Good morning to you too ma'am. Merry Christmas young lady," he replied.

"Harry, I know its Christmas and all but I don't feel like getting up yet," she whispered.

"Well, why don't we stay in bed for a while," he replied, gently rubbing her back.

"Oh Harry, you don't know how good that feels," she said.

"Maybe you can return the favor to me," he replied.

"With pleasure Mr. Potter," she said, rubbing his neck.

Harry felt a sensation he had never felt in his life. "Hermione, tell you what, why don't we just stop and make love to each other now?" he asked after five minutes.

"That's a good idea Harry," she replied.

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He thrust himself into Hermione and started to finger her nipples with his hands. Harry then stopped playing with them and he started to lick them with his tongue. Meanwhile, Hermione was feeling pleasure like she had never felt and she knew it was all because of Harry. Hermione grabbed the hair on the back of Harry's head and started to scream loudly in pleasure. She then stopped Harry and pulled him down to the bed, kissing him. Harry kissed her back and he slid a hand all over her body, making sure he went over her entire body.

"Oh Harry, you don't know how you make me feel," Hermione whispered.

"Well Miss Granger, I think I know just fine," he said, kissing her forehead.

"So Harry, how long are you?" she asked.

Harry looked at her surprised. "You still want to know?" he asked.

"Of course I do Harry, besides you can think of it as a Christmas gift to me," she said.

"I already got you something Hermione," he said.

"Well, can you please tell me anyway?" she asked, giving him a sad face.

"Oh fine," Harry muttered.

"Thank you Harry!" Hermione squealed, hugging him tightly.

"The honest truth is I seriously don't know Hermione," he said.

Hermione looked shocked. "You mean you never measured yourself?" she asked.

Harry shook his head sadly and placed his arms around Hermione, pulling her closer to him. "But I will let the witch I love measure me," he whispered into her ear.

Hermione looked at Harry excitedly. "You mean you will let me measure you?" she asked.

"Of course," he whispered.

Hermione went over to the table beside the bed and took out a twelve inch ruler. "No offense Harry, but I don't think you're over twelve inches," she said. She reached down and gently stroked Harry's manhood so she could get a better reading. Once she was done, she gasped and looked at Harry longingly.

"Are you going to tell me?" he asked.

"Of course not Harry," she said.

Harry gave her his sad puppy dog pout. "I don't think its fair if you know something that personal about me but I don't know anything personal about you," he said.

"Silly Harry, I was going to tell you something personal about me. I was going to tell you my bra size," Hermione whispered.

"Oh really Miss Granger? And just what might that be?" he asked.

"I'm a 32-B," she whispered.

At that moment, Hermione's parents decided to enter the room. Hermione saw them, shrieked and hid herself with the blankets, blushing furiously. Harry looked up embarrassed, but the Grangers were smiling at him and Hermione.

"Merry Christmas to the two of you!" Dave and Anna Granger shouted before running away giggling.

Harry smiled at Hermione before he rose from the bed and walked to the window. "Hermione, its snowing outside," he said.

"It is?" Hermione asked, going over to look for herself. She stood beside Harry and they looked at the beautiful sight in front of them.

"Hermione, do you think we should be going downstairs?" he asked.

"Hmm, I guess you're right Harry. After all we can continue what we did last night tonight," she said.

They went downstairs where Anna Granger had given both of them a large plate with eggs, ham and toast along with a glass of orange juice. Harry and Hermione ate in silence but kept glancing over at Dave and Anna Granger who seemed to be whispering to each other. When they were done, Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and she moved over to sit on the same chair as him. She placed her head on his shoulder and he put his arms around her. Harry suddenly remembered something.

"Mrs. Granger, would you like me to clear the dishes?" Harry asked.

Anna and Dave Granger as well as Hermione looked at Harry as if he was crazy. "Nonsense Harry, you're our guest. We want you to spend some time with our daughter," Anna Granger said.

"Yeah then there's presents to open afterwards," Dave Granger said.

A few minutes later, Harry and the Grangers were sitting in the living room where a Christmas tree had been set up. Harry looked at a stack of presents that were his and he realized he forgot to take down Hermione's gift. Quickly, he ran upstairs to take down her gift. He had sent the Weasleys, Parvati and others' gifts yesterday so that they could receive it today. After getting Hermione's gift from his backpack, he went downstairs.

"Harry, what happened to you?" Hermione asked.

"I had to get something," Harry replied.

"Well, here's your present Harry. Merry Christmas," Hermione said, giving him a package and a hug.

"Thank you Hermione. Here's yours. Merry Christmas," he said, giving her his gift and returning her hug.

Harry opened his gift and saw several interesting books including a book on the history of Quidditch, a book about Defense Against the Dark Arts and his own copy of 'Hogwarts: A History.' "Wow, thanks Hermione," he whispered, leaning over to kiss her.

"Harry, this is so beautiful," Hermione said, holding up his gift.

"I hope you like it," Harry said.

"It's beautiful, of course I love it," she said, tears falling down her face.

Harry went over and placed his arms around Hermione. He started to gently wipe away the tears that were falling down her face. "What's wrong Hermione?" he asked softly,

"Oh Harry, its just I've always wanted something that reminds me of my dead grandma and this is something that reminds me of her," she whispered.

Harry hugged Hermione until she stopped crying. He then opened his other presents- a book about the different Quidditch teams in England from Ron, a bottle of cologne from Parvati, a sweater from Mrs. Weasley and more. When the Grangers and Harry were done opening presents, they all hugged. Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and led him into the kitchen.

"Harry, I don't know about you but I do know I'm going out to play in the snow," she said.

"That's a good idea Miss Granger. Let's get dressed then meet downstairs," Harry suggested.

Ten minutes later, Harry was wearing his heavy coat, gloves and a scarf. He was waiting for Hermione who came down bundled up in a lot of clothes, gloves, a scarf and a hat. She smiled at him and they walked outside to the snow. Harry immediately noticed the cold and he shivered slightly. He grinned at Hermione, rolled up a snowball and threw it at her. His snowball hit Hermione in the back and she looked up and glared at him angrily.

"Harry James Potter! What in the world do you think you're doing?" she shrieked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, throwing another snowball at her.

"That's it Potter. You asked for it," she said, enchanting over a dozen snowballs to fly at him.

Harry ducked most of the snowballs Hermione had enchanted to fly at him but some were able to hit him. When all the snowballs passed, Harry could see Hermione was nowhere in sight. 'Hmm, she wants to try and trick me?' he thought, rolling up a snowball. Harry saw a pair of footsteps resembling Hermione's that led to a big tree. 'Ha, we'll see who's surprised now,' he thought, slowly creeping around the tree. Harry suddenly heard a noise, looked up and saw a huge pile of snow falling down on him. Using his Quidditch reflexes, Harry was able to roll out of the way but he got hit in the face by a huge snowball, causing him to fall down to the ground.

"Ha, I got you!" Hermione said.

Harry held up both of his hands in surrender. "I say we declare a truce Miss Granger," he said.

Hermione walked over to Harry and extended her hand. Harry grabbed her hand and then pulled her down to the ground so she fell on top of him. He made a snowball with his other hand and threw it at the back of her head. Harry then slowly stroked her back and put his other hand on her face.

"Harry, you're hands are so cold," she whispered.

"Well, is this better?" he asked, using a spell to warm his hands.

"Yeah, its so much better," she replied.

"Hermione, I love you," he whispered.

"Harry, I love you too," she whispered, kissing him.

As their kiss got more passionate, they heard some footsteps approaching. They separated, looked up and saw Dave Granger coming toward them. Hermione got off Harry and helped him get up off the ground. They brushed off the snow from their clothes as Dave Granger got closer.

"Are you two kids coming in yet? You've been out here in this frigid weather for over an hour and your mom is concerned about the welfare of the two of you Hermione," Dave Granger said.

"Tell her we're going in now," Hermione said.

Harry placed his arms around Hermione's waist and walked back with Hermione. They walked back in silence and when they got back, they promptly went up to Harry's room. After taking off their coats, gloves and scarves so that Harry was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans and Hermione was wearing jeans and a sweater, Harry and Hermione sat on Harry's bed and started to kiss. Hermione pulled off Harry's shirt to reveal a muscle shirt underneath. Hermione pulled that off too as Harry pulled off her sweater and tank top. Harry was now on the bed without a shirt on and Hermione was only wearing her bra. Hermione rubbed her hands all over Harry's muscular chest and moaned.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Oh Harry, its just your body is so muscular," she replied.

"I see," he replied, placing his hands over Hermione's back.

Harry and Hermione did not do much for the rest of the day. They continued to kiss until it was lunch when they ate sandwiches then went back upstairs to enjoy each other's company for the rest of the day. At dinner, Anna Granger had cooked up a delicious meal of roast beef, chicken parmesan, baked potatoes, corn and pudding to top it all of. Harry and Hermione ate as much food as they could and then went back upstairs to continue kiss.

"Harry, my mom is trying to make me fat," Hermione said.

"What are you talking about Hermione?" Harry asked, placing a hand over her flat stomach. "You seem extremely beautiful to me," he whispered.

"Thank you Mr. Potter," she replied.

Harry and Hermione stayed up kissing until eleven. Then both of them went to shower and came back out to sleep in Harry's bed. Both of them lay on the bed naked, holding onto each other tightly. Each of them was thinking about spending the holidays with each other then they started to touch each other.

"Hermione, what do you want to do tonight?" Harry asked.

"Harry, I love it when you make love to me," she whispered.

Harry placed his hands on her waist and moved closer to her. "So you want me to make love to you?" he asked.

"Please Harry?" Hermione said.

"Anything for the witch I love," he said, shifting so he could make love with Hermione. Gently, he began to stroke her body and kissed her. Hermione grabbed Harry's hair and started to moan in pleasure.

"Oh Harry," she moaned as Harry thrust himself into her extremely quickly.

Harry and Hermione finished making love and Hermione was in Harry's arms again. He was kissing her forehead and she was moving her hands across his chiseled upper body. Hermione eventually fell asleep thinking about how nice it was to be with Harry and Harry fell asleep shortly afterwards thinking about Hermione.

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