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Chapter 9: One night in Milan…

"Are you kidding me!" Hermione sat there biting her lip as she shook her head. Harry gaped at her. 'Ginny and Draco?' He shuddered. 'No way…'

Hermione stood up, kneeled before him and kept both his hands in hers. "Look. You can't tell anyone. Especially Ron!"

"Too late." Harry and Hermione turned towards the door to find an angered looking Ron. Then he gave them a goofy smile. "If you guys wanted to keep your fling a secret…it's ok. But I know now. So there!"

Harry suddenly stood up, knocking Hermione over. "No! It's not what you think!"

Ron wore a very annoying smirk. "Oh come on!" He pointed at Hermione, who was now sitting on the floor. "You can tell from her last position what she was going to do! Besides, why are you guys always taking so long when I leave you two alone?"

Harry was helping Hermione up. Hermione's face a little red with frustration. "Look, Harry and I weren't doing what you think we were doing!"

Ron, however, did not believe them. Therefore, did not stop teasing. "Harry and 'Mione sitting on a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Oh, and how very mature was he...the chanting did not stop. Hermione had covered her ears while shaking her head in frustration.

Harry did not like how this was going to end. She knew every spell, potion and hex ever made. If she didn't know it, she definitely had a book about it in her library. He also knew that Hermione was capable of doing things they, nor even she, knew she could even do. After all, she is the brightest witch of their generation. She could probably even do wandless magic. He definitely did not want to know what she was capable of. Well, he was curious but he didn't want to find out through hexing Ron. "Quit it! Malfoy's proposing to Ginny!"

The whole room froze. Ron was completely and utterly shocked because of Harry's outburst. He glared at Hermione. "How long did you know?" Hermione couldn't look at him. She searched for Harry's hand. She squeezed it and he squeezed her hand back. Ron reddened in anger. "How long did you know!"

Harry stood in front of Hermione protectively as her tears were welling up. "Hey! Don't yell at her!"

Ron pushed him square on the chest. "Don't yell at me!" The lights in the room began to flicker on and off due to Harry's anger. Hermione squeezed Harry's hand tighter. The lights stopped flickering. Ron had sat down own the bed. He had now calmed down. "I'm sorry…" Hermione smiled softly. Harry still wore a firm face. "Now I know why Ginny's going to Milan for the weekend…" Ron placed his head in his hands. "But I thought she was going with a bunch of friends…" He then suddenly stood up. "I'm going to Milan."

"Say what!" Harry and Hermione said as they both stood up.

Ron ran down the stairs. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and ran after Ron. The door to Ron's room was open. He was tossing clothes into an open suitcase. Harry and Hermione watched then looked at each other with worried looks. "Do you guys want to come with me?"

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other again. "We should come along to make sure he doesn't find Ginny!" Hermione urgently whispered to Harry.

Harry immediately nodded. He turned to fake a smile at Ron. "Ok. We'll come. Milan's a really beautiful place. When do we leave?"

Ron paused. He grabbed the nearest cordless telephone. "Hermione, can you get us booked?"

Harry and Hermione yawned as they waited for their flight. The plain was to arrive any minute now. Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder as she read a book. Ron continued to stare around the airport. He had never been in one before. He didn't mind that is was one in the morning. He was wide awake. Harry on the other hand was totally sleepy. He didn't see the point in going to Milan in such a hurry. Couldn't Ron wait for a more appropriate time?

He had nuzzled up to Hermione as well. He watched her as she read. "'Mione, how could you read at a time like this? It's too early…"

She smiled sleepily at Harry. "Well…I'm really bored…" Ron jumped as a speaker went on to make an announcement about the next flights. "Ok. That's our flight. We're boarding."

Ron was filled with glee. "Boarding? We're going in the plane? This is so cool!" Ron got the window seat. Harry sat next to him and Hermione sat next to Harry.

When the plane was taking off, Ron held tightly to his chair while Harry clung onto Hermione. "I'm sorry 'Mione…I've never ridden a plane before…"

Hermione smiled. "It's ok Harry…I understand!" She then looked straight. 'I also don't mind you clinging on my arm…'

It was a long flight. Hermione took the boys up the hotel in front of two bedrooms. Each had a king sized bed and a bathroom…you know? Hotel stuff. "I'm sorry…I only managed to get us two rooms." She looked at Ron. "You and Harry will just have to share a bed. It's king sized anyway—"

Harry cut her off. "Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to sleep? He snores really, really loud!"

Then Ron lifted his suitcase and reached for one of the doors. "Besides, I don't want Lavender thinking I'm gay!" He went in and closed the door.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. "Guess you'll be rooming with me." She picked up her suitcase and opened the door. She put it down be the closet. She looked at the open door where Harry stood. "Are you coming or not?" Harry nodded his head. "Then get in here!" She said with a playful smile. Harry quickly picked up his suitcase, entered the room, and then closed the door.

Hermione started to undress in front of him. Harry's jaw dropped as fast as her t-shirt fell to the floor. His face was beginning to redden. It was suddenly really hot. Her pants fell to the floor as well. He watched Hermione open her suitcase and rummage through. She was only wearing her black, satin underwear. 'Note to self: tell 'Mione I'm not gay anymore…' He couldn't take it any longer. She had to know.

When she stood up, he held onto her right arm and looked her in the eye. Then he couldn't stop. He stared at into her chocolate eyes. Suddenly, his face came closer to hers. He paused when he was close enough to feel her breath. She didn't stop him at all. He closed the gap between them with a kiss. It was hungry and longing…and Harry was amazed as Hermione had kissed him back with the same eagerness. Hermione broke the kiss, panting for breath. "Wait…we can't do this…"

Harry trailed kissed down her neck. "Why not?"

Hermione so badly wanted to stop yet at the same time, so badly wanted it to go on. "Harry…we haven't really even discussed about that one night…now you want to do it again?"

Harry made his way up to her jaw line. "Does it really matter? Do you want to call it a fling?"

Hermione's face was filled with confusion. "But Harry you're—" Harry silenced her with a passionate kiss. She melted in to him and kissed him back. Harry's hand went up her back. When he found Hermione's bra clasp, he unclasped it and threw it on the floor. Well, um, I don't do graphic so you can just guess what happened next.

Ok. That's it for now! To the reviewer who asked for more booty action for Harry, there you go. :) K…now don't forget…please R&R! If I don't get a review, I won't update…