So I haven't written in a while and I felt like continuing the story so give it a shot. ;-)
Oh my God, I thought he kissed me . It was so fast, I barely had time to savor Harry's lips. He backed away and grinned at me in an odd sort of way. The smile didn't reach his eyes. I grinned and playfully punched him in the arm, but inside my stomach was burning, and so were my ears. I could feel the steam rising from them. This was one of the only times that I was thankful for my bushy hair. I was smiling up at Harry, when Ron walked by, furiously.
"Just FRIENDS right," He said in Harry's face. Ron dragged Luna behind him.
"I can't believe you. I thought that we were supposed to be friends." Ron went out the door with a dreamy Luna behind him."What is he talking about?" I asked Harry."He thinks we're more, and it's just killing him that I asked you to the ball." Harry replied. Harry thought, Who cares if she knows. Ron was being such a prat, it was unbelievable, Harry thought.
"He likes you Hermione, alot. He actually wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball but he didn''t ask in time, and you found out about his using Luna and...Well there was no hope then was there?" Harry explained.
I was mystified. Ron had a crush on me? I was that oblivious? Wow. I really had no idea. And here all those times he had walked me to my dorm because I thought he was a gentelman. I unconciously traced my lips where Harry had just kissed me, pondering.
Harry
She traced her lips with her index finger. I don't think that I have ever been more fascinated by something in my life. The way her lips were so firm and full. NO STOP.
I needed to stop think. I had just kissed the woman that is my best friend. She had been glowing after that, but it was just a friendly sort of kiss. But me. Now that was a problem. I realized that after kissing her, I wouldn't mind kissing her again, and again...This was the reason that I felt so disgrunteled and I realized that no matter how many women there were in my life Hermione would aslways be a constant. Yes, I could lie to myself and give Joli a go. She seemed willing but it wasn't the same. No it wasn't the same.
"Harry did you mean anything by it.".
"By what?" I asked. I knew perfectly well what she was talking about and I completely contradicted my mind when i told her how i felt.
"About the kiss" she looked anxious.
"Oh...er... not really I mean...I just wanted to upset ROn. Why? Did it mean something to you? I asked the last bit in hope. Did she have feelings for me?
"No, silly" She replied easily.
We sat in an ackward silence for a few seconds before madam Rosemerta bustled to our table with the butterbeers. I felt like having a firewhiskey. I felt so depressed. How cold shenot like me was I that unlovable? I felt that nasty teenage angst.And the rest of the trip passed in a sort of dull quietness.
That night... Harry
She had come to me in her nightgown. Only she could make the kind of nightgown that buttoned up her neck sexy. It had buttons, lots of buttons. It went all the way up to the top of her neck. But the thing wa,s it was a bitsheer. And I as getting th best view, of course I wasn't going to tell her that. She was staring into his eyes and tracing her lips. Her finger slipped into her mouth.
Harry woke up sweating, he had a raging hard on. She was going to kill him, that's what she was trying to do. "Oh God" he moaned into his pillow, "Why are you doing this to me. There was no way that he was going to fall back asleep. Harry stuffed his map into his pajama pocket, and His invisibility cloak into the other. And he walked into the common room. And there she was lieing with her legs over the end of her armchair. Her bare legs. Harry's breathing hitched and imagined those legs wrapped around his waist. God you are a horny bastard, the voice in his head was telling him again.
She was wearing a nightgown similar to the one in his dreams except it went down to her knees and left the tantalizing calves in sight. She was of coarse swinging her legs, reading a book and completeyly unaware, or so he thought. He unconciosly reached out and placed a hand on her knee. Hermione looked up at him and and gasped with a start."Oh God, it's only you Harry. She put her hand over the center of her chest, 'you scared me half to death' She said. 'What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?''Something like that' Harry answered. 'I'm going for a walk, I might go to the kitchen and get something to eat''Just hold on a moment', Hermione said getting up. 'I could use a snack my self' She got up and put her robe on.
Harry and Hermione started walking, and the school appeared completely deserted. Many of the students had left for the holidays this morning and a few who had gone t o Hogsmeade were leaving today , at a decent hour of coarse. There was absolutly no reason why they should be patrolling today, and they were liable to get detention, like all of the other students, if Filch cought them. Harry checked the map, almost too late Filch was rounding the corner, with Hagrid. 'Filch will be here any second' Harry said. He pulled the cloak out of his pocket and draped it around there shoulders, unfortunatly unlike them, the cloak did not grow.
They could here Filch approaching and the only thing preventing Filch from seeing the frantic pair was the suit of armor, that they were hiding behind.'Harry the cloaks not going to cover the both of us, Just let me get the detention.' Hermione said. 'Don't be ridiculous' Harry replied. And he strode in front of her and pushed her into the wall. Her face was right next to his neck and he could feel her hot breath on his pulse, and he wondered if she could feel it speed up. Her arms went around his torso and pulled him closer as Filch approached with Hagrid. Hermione peaked over Harry's shoulder in horror, Filche barely brushed Harry's back.
Harry was completely oblivious to the fact that Filch was walking right by him because he had the woman he was in love with in front of him giving him an incredible hard on. He was surrounded by the smell of Hermiones hair, a cinnimon sweetness. If she felt his traitorous body, completely displaying his lust for her, she was completely ignoring it. Filch and Hagrid had long since passed, but Harry was not ready to move off of Hermione.
She looked up and felt her breath hitch at the way he was looking at her. His green eyes appeared darker,and one of his hands came up to trace her cheek. 'What are you doing to me Hermione' He murmured as he lowered his head and he kissed her. It was not the chaste and gentle kiss at the Three Broomsticks, but a hard kiss. He pressed his body into her grinding his hips against her. He didn't care if she could feel it, he felt like fire was running through his veins as his mouth moved over hers.His hand came and cradeling and lifting her thigh around his hip, pressing himself into her harder still. And this whole time she was staring into his eyes. She had never kissed anyone with her eyes open. And she found that it was extremely erotic, as he suckled her lower lip hard, She felt another moan rise out of her, and she felt Harry pull away, she heard him mutter 'i'm sorry' And she watched him walk away.
She was breathing hard but what she felt was bittersweet. She had never felt so turned on in her life, and the man who did it was walking away, and had apoligised. Apoligised for what? was she bad, did he suddenly realize tht she wasn't the one for him? No she had felt his arousal. And she had a small smile, She did that to him. She leaned her head back against the wall, completely in love and completely confused. How would she face him tomorrow? or the day after that? She felt...odd and hot, and knew that she was due for a cold shower.
