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A/N: reposted again! Excuse the "womanly" Harry thing going on here… I obviously don't think like a guy.

The Day I Woke up in my Best Friend's Bed

Chapter Two: Waking up to reality Part Two

Hermione's just left and I'm sitting on the couch, my head in my hands. "I've stuffed up any chance I've had with her now," I muttered to myself. How could I be so stupid! "Idiot!" I burst out, smacking the seat of the couch next to me.

I stood up and walked over to the kitchen and began to make myself breakfast – toast with strawberry jam. As I spread the jam across the toast I thought to myself. I thought about the night before. I could remember every detail of her beautiful body vividly. Oh God, her breasts – so full and tender. And her hips… beautiful and shapely, like a precious vase. Oh they teased me so much last night. Why does she have to be so damn sexy and beautiful? I haven't been able to get over her for five years and I don't think I will be getting over her any time soon.

I finished making my toast and brought it over to the breakfast table and sat down. As I sat there eating it I began to think about her again. Since our Hogwarts days she has changed so much. At least physically. She's still the same old Mione who knew everything there was to know about Hogwarts. But, boy, has she changed. Her hair isn't out of control anymore; it's still pretty curly but it's not that odd bush it used to be. Her body… oh God her body. I don't know words to describe how sexy it is. She's even sexy when she's not doing it on purpose!

A knock on the door broke my train of thought and a moment later I heard Ron call out "Oi! Harry!"

"Coming Ron!" I called back crossing the room to the front door. I opened it and said "What's up?"

He held the Daily Prophet up and said, "Lucy's broken up with you, eh?"

I snatched the paper from him and scanned the front page. "She doesn't waste time," I remarked allowing Ron to walk into the apartment.

"She's talking crap about you mate," he said walking through to the living room and sitting down. "And why didn't you tell me?"

"I came home and told Hermione and she brought the Firewhiskey out."

"Hermione?" Ron asked in surprise. "Hermione brought out the Firewhiskey?"

"Yeah."

"Do you remember anything?" he asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

"Everything."

"So, what happened?"

"We got through one and a half bottles and then started watching TV. And then I think Hermione ended up on top of me and we went into the bedroom and had sex."

Ron grinned a very silly grin and said, "You had sex with 'the Great Hermione Granger'. How was it?"

I smiled and said, "You have no idea."

"So, what's happening now?"

"She doesn't remember any of it."

"Nothing?"

I shook my head.

"She doesn't remember you sticking your dick inside of her and thrusting away?"

"You are so disgusting Ron," I said, frowning at him.

"She's rubbed off on you," he said nodding at me. The he grinned. "You're the perfect guy for her."

"What?" I asked, probably too quickly.

"Well, you're the only guy who has survived living with her for more than a year without going insane."

"She's not that hard to live with!" I exclaimed.

"Harry you know what she tried to make me do when we all lived together? She tried to make me put my underwear in order! And colour code them! I mean, honestly, who does that!"

"Fine," I said, sighing.

Ron raised an eyebrow and said, "How do you feel about her?"

I looked up at him and scowled. "You know how I bloody well feel about her. You've known for five bloody years."

"Okay. So go and tell her. You two have already had sex."

"But she doesn't remember!"

"She probably does!" Ron countered swiftly, making my spirits rise slightly. "Look, do you know how women work?" I shook my head. "They tell you they don't remember to keep things from being awkward or something like that."

"Ron, need I remind you that you have no idea how women work? Seriously I'll work this out on my own."

"Okay," he said standing up. "Look, I have to go back home. Dean and Seamus have some girls over and we were supposed to spend the day with them. But I saw the article and …"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. See you later mate."

"Yep. And you know this'll all be alright."

I smiled and said, "Yeah. Thanks mate. See you."

"Bye." And he disapparated.

I walked into my room and discarded my clothes, getting ready to have a shower. I walked over to the bathroom and to the shower and turned it on. Once it was at the right temperature I stepped under it, letting the water cascade down onto my head and down my back. As I began to wash myself I heard a pop that signalled Hermione's return. I heard her call out and I turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.

"I'm in here!" I called back. I wrapped the towel firmly around my waist and crossed over to my bedroom door. I opened it to see her leaning against the wall next to my door. "What's up?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, stepping away from the door and allowing her to come in. "Look, I'll just quickly change in the bathroom and then we can talk, okay?"

She smiled and said, "Yeah okay."

I grabbed some clothes quickly from my drawers and walked into the bathroom to change. All the while I was thinking, 'Oh man, she has that smirk on her face. The one where she gets all sexy. She had it on last night.'

Once I was changed I walked back out to my room to see her lying on my bed, leaning against the head of the bed.

She looked up and smiled again. "Come sit." I obeyed, walking around the other side of the bed to sit down next to her.

"What's up?"

She turned to look at me and said, "We need to talk."

I sighed and looked away from her. "I know."

"Harry. Look at me," she said, taking my hand in hers. Very unwillingly, I raised my eyes to meet hers. "Look, I'm not really sure what happened last night but I don't want there to be any awkwardness."

"I don't either," I insisted.

She smiled and said, "Well, good. Can we get on with our lives then?"

I grinned and pulled her over on top of me so I could hug her. "Sounds like a good plan."

She laughed and kissed my cheek before sliding off the bed and saying, "Do you want to go for coffee? Like we used to?"

I grinned again and said, "Now that sounds like an even better plan."

"Well come on," she said, pulling me up. "You're paying by the way."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah. And, as always you'll pay next time."

She smiled sweetly and said, "Of course. Come on."

I grabbed my wallet and said, "We going back to Starbucks then?"

"Yes. Muggle coffee is always better."

"Okay." We left the apartment and walked down to my car. We hopped in and I started it and drove off towards the closest Starbucks.

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A/N: Ok… better? I'm still sorry for the crappy writing… I really will re-write it properly one day. All I can do now is edit the grammar (honestly, I think I switched tense twice in there somewhere –smacks self- bad Alex!) and re-word parts of it. :S Tell me what you think I should do to make it better… again, I warn you about the following chapters.

Alex