DISCLAIMER: All of these characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue me.
"I think I'll die."
"It's not a big deal."
"Are you kidding me? This is Lavender Brown we're talking about."
"I must admit, she's quite pretty." Harry earned himself a slap on the arm from Hermione for his comment.
"Quite? Who uses the word 'quite' to describe Lavender?"
"Me...?"
"Way to state the obvious, Potter." Hermione hissed from the other end of the couch where she had cuddled into a ball under a blanket.
"You're just jealous." Harry cooed thoughtlessly. Before he knew it his hands were tickling her sides, and the two of them were spooning together on the couch in front of the fireplace in the middle of the Common Room.
"Hardly, darling."
"Plenty, dear."
"You know, we haven't given each other pet names, yet. Every couple has a pet name for each other."
"Okay, you can be Herm-Herm."
"Somehow, that sounds gross."
"It sounds like hermaphrodite."
"Thanks. Thank you very much. My pet name is short for hermaphrodite." Hermione gently whined to him.
"Aww, it can be short for herpes, if you want." Harry joked.
"Fine. I'm 'Herm-Herm' and you can be...Hairy Harry."
Harry's eyes grew wide, and his had cupped his heart, looking as if he was hurt. "Y...y...you think I'm hairy?" He pretended to cry into his hands.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Hermione turned around slowly. "I'm sorry, Harry...I didn't mean it." Gently pulling his hands away, she could barely make out his facial expression. After she finally pulled his hands back, and she was almost melting with guilt, Harry looked up and grinned. His hands found their way around her waist, where he gently pulled her closer.
"Harry!" She gasped into is mouth as he planted a kiss onto her lips.
Harry leaned into the attractively comfortable fabric of the sofa, trying to distract her with his skillful mouth and tongue, while he let his fingers tickle her sides again.
"Get a room!" Squealed a disgusted Ron, who was being ignored from the corner of the room.
"Harry...stop! Stop, that tickles! Harry!" She giggled her words when their lips were slowly parted as if it was torture to the two of them.
"What was that 'Mione? I can't hear you." Harry showered her face with kisses, slowly and surely removing his hands from her sides.
"You tricked me." Hermione's voice flowed soothingly, but yet her eyes flickered with slight amusement, as she bit her lip teasingly.
"Well, I guess we'll have to do something about that." His voice was just above a whisper to the careless Hermione who was lost in her own thoughts. But all coherent things were blocked out when he pulled her in for yet another kiss. But this one was deep, passionate, almost fierce. Something she and Harry had never experienced. Or at least, not with each other.
"Hermione..." Harry spoke with a breathy gasp. "Would you like to go upstairs?"
"Meet me in Head Girl's room in 10 minutes." Hermione bounced off the couch and sprinted upstairs.
"Welllll..." Harry spoke this loudly to Ron, as he stood up and stretched his arms. "Me and Hermione are going to have some 'alone time' now. So we'll be upstairs having some 'alone time' if you need us...when we're having our 'alone time'." Harry watched Ron off in a trance.
"RON!"
"Eh, what?"
"Did you hear anything I said?"
Ron didn't say anything, but slowly moved, so his head was resting on the arm of his chair.
"Please don't put peanut butter in my nose." Ron whined in his slight doze.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered in attempt to not wake up any of the other students as he slowly crept upstairs. He gently tapped on Head Girl's door.
No answer.
"Hmph."
Harry tapped once again, just a bit louder than before.
"'Mione? Are you okay?"
Harry grew worried, but slid his fingers around the door-knob and slowly turned it. The door flew open with a thunk.
"Hermione..." Harry's breathing was heavy, and he was almost panting at the sight ahead of him.
A/N: Second chapter. What'd you think? It's about twice the size of the first chapter...but more boring. XD I need ideas! So I thought I'd end it with a cliffy. MWAHAHAHA! R&R Please.
