AN: I was listening to Bowling for Soup's Album, A Hangover You Don't Deserve, when I wrote this chapter.
Part 10-Rain, Game boys and Hot Peppers
It's raining and I am alone.
Have the day off today.
Hermione's at her job, working at the ministry.
I have to work this weekend. Saturday morning, a short shift and Sunday, ten to seven, open to close.
What shall I do?
There aren't any dishes in the sink, no laundry to do.. well not enough for a load.
If Hermione were here we'd still be asleep, or laying in bed, content at least.
Maybe I'll watch some telly.. nah, nothing on this time of day but kiddie shows
Maybe I'll read a book.. but which? There are so many to choose from... what shall I read?
Maybe that American novelist Hermione enjoys.. nah, she's too depressing for a dreary day like today.. and I'll be absorbed into it till who knows when.
A classic maybe? Hugo.. Austen... Dumas?
Yeah! I'll finish The Count of Monte Cristo, Ron'll never believe, I, Harry read a book that was over a thousand pages.. and for enjoyment no less.
He'll say I'm turning into Hermione or some such nonsense.
Four hours later, after a lunch of a grilled cheese sandwich and an apple. Harry was once again wondering what to do now?
He'd had enough reading for one day.
I could rearrange the bookshelves again.. No, I'll put enough books on shelves at work tomorrow.
Maybe I'll play Hermione's Gameboy.. I can't believe Hermione even has one.. she said she got it from her aunt.. I can't remember which, when she was ten.
She only has one game, Tetris, but it's a blast.
Dudley had at least fifteen incarnations of Gameboys.. and loads of games.
The broken ones always ended up on the floor in my room.
When Hermione came home at four o' clock, she found Harry sitting on the floor in front of the couch playing tetris on her gameboy.
"How long have you been playing?" She asked after he finished his current game and turned the toy off.
"Since after lunch."
"What was your top score?"
"Three hundred and some lines."
"Awesome."
"Shall I start dinner?" He asked standing.
"Harry, it's only four fifteen."
"Oh, okay, what would you like?"
"I can cook tonight."
"What."
"What would you like?"
"What would you like to burn?"
"Shut up, Harry."
"Why?"
"I can cook better then Ron."
"That's very true, he must be starving without us."
"Or ordering take-out."
"Yeah, probably that, too!"
"How about I make spaghetti?"
"Sounds good and safe."
"How about I put hot peppers in it?"
"Uh... but then I couldn't do this."
And he kissed her.
"Mmm.. Where did that come from?"
"I... I don't know," and he fell back onto the couch, "But.."
"But what?"
"I.. I'm kinda glad.."
She just smiled at him oddly.
"I'm sorry," he replied mournfully.
"No, it was... good," and she plopped down beside him, pulling him down for a kiss of her own.