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Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course!! R&R!!
A/N: Here is Chapter Five!! I know, I know. it took forever, I'm terrible, lazy and all that jazz. Forgive me? Please? Thanks!! I knew you would. Ok, everyone, enjoy the next chapter!! Please (with cherries, sprinkles AND chocolate chip cookies) review!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ The Kiss ~*~
"Would you hurry up?" Ron drummed his fingers on the countertop loudly. Hermione smiled to her reflection in the bathroom mirror and finished her makeup considerably more slowly that she had been before. "It's just dinner!" Ron stood up and started pacing. Hermione just laughed quietly to herself. "And I can hear you laughing!" he added.
"I wasn't laughing." Harry said as he walked into the flat.
"Not you. I meant Minn - " He paused. "Wait, how did you get in?" Harry gave Ron a mysterious look but said nothing.
"That's my secret."
"Whatever, mate." Ron sat down at the kitchen table. "Can you tell your girlfriend to hurry up? She's been over an hour!" Harry threw an orange from the fruit bowl at Ron.
"She's not my girlfriend, you great prat." Harry joked.
"Ow! That's made of wax, moron, it really hurts!" Ron rubbed his arm where the apple hit.
"Why in Merlin's name do you have wax fruit? Are you an 80 year old woman?"
"I will be by the time Hermione's ready!" Ron shouted at the bathroom door. "Well, 80 years old, I mean. Not a woman. You know." Ron finished lamely.
"Good save, hon. And besides, I've only taken 10 minutes!" Hermione shouted from the bathroom.
"Hour!" Ron called to her.
"15 minutes, top!"
"Two hours!" Ron teased as Hermione emerged from the bathroom.
"Now you're just being stupid." She said, leaning on the doorframe. Harry tried to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground. Hermione wasn't doing anything different from what she'd done since they were all eleven: bickering with Ron, yet Harry saw a completely different woman. Hermione was wearing a red dress with an open flirty skirt that clung to her slim body in all the right places. For all Harry could tell, she wasn't wearing any makeup at all, her face just looked flawless in its perfection. Hermione noticed Harry's gaze and stopped talking with Ron to look at Harry.
"Yes?" Hermione asked lightly, laughing slightly.
"No, nothing." Harry said quickly. "It's just . . . you just . . ." Hermione's heart started beating a mile a minute. Did he think she looked good? "You have something on your dress." Harry finished lamely. Ron shot Harry a look as Hermione brushed a small piece of tissue off the bust of her dress. She sighed in disappointment, but at least he was looking there, right? Hermione thought.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"There's no way!!" Hermione exclaimed. "He couldn't have made it onto the team if that was true!"
"I know. You'd think, right?" Harry laughed.
"Well didn't he ruin all the practice snitches?" Ron asked, incredulous.
"Yeah . . . He's horribly embarrassed about it to this day." Harry responded.
"Of course he is!" Hermione exploded into laughter once again. Harry was telling his friends about how William had thought that the snitch was a bludger when he first got on the team. Hermione could hardly believe it; she'd known that Will wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was gorgeous!
A comfortable silence fell over the table as the laughter died out. Hermione took this opportunity to gaze deep into Harry's emerald eyes. Just looking into them, Hermione felt herself fill with a rich contentment. How had she ever survived without him? Harry looked up and their eyes locked. If it had been any other man Hermione fancied that caught her gazing at him she would have quickly moved her eyes away, pretending she wasn't looking, but it seemed okay with Harry. She just smiled at him, and he reciprocated with his own dazzling grin.
"Your chin's on the table, mate. What are you staring at?" Harry broke their shared moment and turned attention to Ron.
"I . . . she . . . bar . . ." Ron stammered. Harry and Hermione looked at the bar across the room from Ron and saw a gorgeous blonde in revealing black dress.
"Damn," was all that Harry could manage to utter. A wave of anger flushed Hermione. Sure, she was nice looking, but really! They didn't have to drool over her. Well, she didn't much care of Ron did, but Harry was another story . . .
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Harry asked. "Go and chat her up!"
"Chat her up? Chat her up? I'm not you, mate. I can't go chat up God's gift to men! She'd laugh me out of the restaurant!" Harry only laughed.
"Go. Just be confident. Walk right up to her and sit down. I bet most men just avoid her like the bloody plague because they're scared to death of her. Go on, mate. " Harry assured Ron, who didn't so much as budge.
"He's right, you know." Hermione added, mostly so Ron would leave her to Harry. "She'll like it." Ron still looked unsure, but he stood up and walked as slowly as possible to the bar. Harry and Hermione watched closely,
"Is that true? Will she?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"Damned if I know. It's bound to be a funny show, though!" The two friends laughed. Ron sat down on the stool next to the lady in question. He leaned into her and said something Harry and Hermione couldn't hear. To both of their surprises, she laughed and toughed his arm flirtingly.
"Whoa . . . I really didn't expect that to work." Hermione looked shocked. "Way to go Ron!" Harry smiled back at her.
"Shall we leave him to it, then?" Hermione grinned broadly. Hell yes!
"Sure."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wow, Harry . . . it's so big!" Hermione walked around Harry's brand new flat.
"I know. I was looking for something smaller, but this was right near you two so I thought I'd better grab it up." Harry responded, causing Hermione to smile. She liked that he wanted to be near her, albeit only in a friendly way.
"It could use some furniture, though."
"True. I'm thinking of getting someone to do it for me. I'm not really one for decorating and the like."
"I could decorate for you." Hermione offered. "It'd be fun!"
"Hmm . . . I don't know how I feel about giving you free reign with my bank account." Harry joked.
"Oh, don't worry. It'll be fine. What do you think about diamond furniture?"
"Too hard. What about solid gold?"
"Too tacky. It'll have to be silver."
"Please, that's far to basic. We'll go with platinum."
"Perfect. It's a plan." Hermione laughed. "Seriously, though. I could do it." She turned to face Harry.
"Okay. I trust you." He smiled at her. "Let's light a fire. We don't need furniture for that, at least."
"True." Hermione muttered a spell into Harry's large fireplace and it was soon ablaze. "That is one big fireplace, I could probably sit in it! Although that'd really . . ." Hermione turned back to face Harry only to find him right next to her; their faces were inches apart. "Umm.you know, that'd probably hurt. If a fire was going and . . ." Her babbling words were lost as Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, with such force and passion she nearly melted.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time. I've missed you, Mione." He whispered.
"Mmmm." Hermione mumbled vaguely, finding it difficult to express her emotions using her usual expert vocabulary while her tongue is in Harry's mouth. When at last they broke apart, Hermione managed to speak.
"I've missed you too, Harry. I've missed you too."
Summary: After Hogwarts, Harry becomes a professional Quiddich player and spends his days on the road. Ron and Hermione find a flat together and live happily as roommates. What happens when Harry gets a flat across the hall and reincorporates himself into their lives? H/H of course!! R&R!!
A/N: Here is Chapter Five!! I know, I know. it took forever, I'm terrible, lazy and all that jazz. Forgive me? Please? Thanks!! I knew you would. Ok, everyone, enjoy the next chapter!! Please (with cherries, sprinkles AND chocolate chip cookies) review!!
~*~*~ TOGETHER AGAIN ~*~*~
~*~ The Kiss ~*~
"Would you hurry up?" Ron drummed his fingers on the countertop loudly. Hermione smiled to her reflection in the bathroom mirror and finished her makeup considerably more slowly that she had been before. "It's just dinner!" Ron stood up and started pacing. Hermione just laughed quietly to herself. "And I can hear you laughing!" he added.
"I wasn't laughing." Harry said as he walked into the flat.
"Not you. I meant Minn - " He paused. "Wait, how did you get in?" Harry gave Ron a mysterious look but said nothing.
"That's my secret."
"Whatever, mate." Ron sat down at the kitchen table. "Can you tell your girlfriend to hurry up? She's been over an hour!" Harry threw an orange from the fruit bowl at Ron.
"She's not my girlfriend, you great prat." Harry joked.
"Ow! That's made of wax, moron, it really hurts!" Ron rubbed his arm where the apple hit.
"Why in Merlin's name do you have wax fruit? Are you an 80 year old woman?"
"I will be by the time Hermione's ready!" Ron shouted at the bathroom door. "Well, 80 years old, I mean. Not a woman. You know." Ron finished lamely.
"Good save, hon. And besides, I've only taken 10 minutes!" Hermione shouted from the bathroom.
"Hour!" Ron called to her.
"15 minutes, top!"
"Two hours!" Ron teased as Hermione emerged from the bathroom.
"Now you're just being stupid." She said, leaning on the doorframe. Harry tried to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground. Hermione wasn't doing anything different from what she'd done since they were all eleven: bickering with Ron, yet Harry saw a completely different woman. Hermione was wearing a red dress with an open flirty skirt that clung to her slim body in all the right places. For all Harry could tell, she wasn't wearing any makeup at all, her face just looked flawless in its perfection. Hermione noticed Harry's gaze and stopped talking with Ron to look at Harry.
"Yes?" Hermione asked lightly, laughing slightly.
"No, nothing." Harry said quickly. "It's just . . . you just . . ." Hermione's heart started beating a mile a minute. Did he think she looked good? "You have something on your dress." Harry finished lamely. Ron shot Harry a look as Hermione brushed a small piece of tissue off the bust of her dress. She sighed in disappointment, but at least he was looking there, right? Hermione thought.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"There's no way!!" Hermione exclaimed. "He couldn't have made it onto the team if that was true!"
"I know. You'd think, right?" Harry laughed.
"Well didn't he ruin all the practice snitches?" Ron asked, incredulous.
"Yeah . . . He's horribly embarrassed about it to this day." Harry responded.
"Of course he is!" Hermione exploded into laughter once again. Harry was telling his friends about how William had thought that the snitch was a bludger when he first got on the team. Hermione could hardly believe it; she'd known that Will wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was gorgeous!
A comfortable silence fell over the table as the laughter died out. Hermione took this opportunity to gaze deep into Harry's emerald eyes. Just looking into them, Hermione felt herself fill with a rich contentment. How had she ever survived without him? Harry looked up and their eyes locked. If it had been any other man Hermione fancied that caught her gazing at him she would have quickly moved her eyes away, pretending she wasn't looking, but it seemed okay with Harry. She just smiled at him, and he reciprocated with his own dazzling grin.
"Your chin's on the table, mate. What are you staring at?" Harry broke their shared moment and turned attention to Ron.
"I . . . she . . . bar . . ." Ron stammered. Harry and Hermione looked at the bar across the room from Ron and saw a gorgeous blonde in revealing black dress.
"Damn," was all that Harry could manage to utter. A wave of anger flushed Hermione. Sure, she was nice looking, but really! They didn't have to drool over her. Well, she didn't much care of Ron did, but Harry was another story . . .
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Harry asked. "Go and chat her up!"
"Chat her up? Chat her up? I'm not you, mate. I can't go chat up God's gift to men! She'd laugh me out of the restaurant!" Harry only laughed.
"Go. Just be confident. Walk right up to her and sit down. I bet most men just avoid her like the bloody plague because they're scared to death of her. Go on, mate. " Harry assured Ron, who didn't so much as budge.
"He's right, you know." Hermione added, mostly so Ron would leave her to Harry. "She'll like it." Ron still looked unsure, but he stood up and walked as slowly as possible to the bar. Harry and Hermione watched closely,
"Is that true? Will she?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
"Damned if I know. It's bound to be a funny show, though!" The two friends laughed. Ron sat down on the stool next to the lady in question. He leaned into her and said something Harry and Hermione couldn't hear. To both of their surprises, she laughed and toughed his arm flirtingly.
"Whoa . . . I really didn't expect that to work." Hermione looked shocked. "Way to go Ron!" Harry smiled back at her.
"Shall we leave him to it, then?" Hermione grinned broadly. Hell yes!
"Sure."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wow, Harry . . . it's so big!" Hermione walked around Harry's brand new flat.
"I know. I was looking for something smaller, but this was right near you two so I thought I'd better grab it up." Harry responded, causing Hermione to smile. She liked that he wanted to be near her, albeit only in a friendly way.
"It could use some furniture, though."
"True. I'm thinking of getting someone to do it for me. I'm not really one for decorating and the like."
"I could decorate for you." Hermione offered. "It'd be fun!"
"Hmm . . . I don't know how I feel about giving you free reign with my bank account." Harry joked.
"Oh, don't worry. It'll be fine. What do you think about diamond furniture?"
"Too hard. What about solid gold?"
"Too tacky. It'll have to be silver."
"Please, that's far to basic. We'll go with platinum."
"Perfect. It's a plan." Hermione laughed. "Seriously, though. I could do it." She turned to face Harry.
"Okay. I trust you." He smiled at her. "Let's light a fire. We don't need furniture for that, at least."
"True." Hermione muttered a spell into Harry's large fireplace and it was soon ablaze. "That is one big fireplace, I could probably sit in it! Although that'd really . . ." Hermione turned back to face Harry only to find him right next to her; their faces were inches apart. "Umm.you know, that'd probably hurt. If a fire was going and . . ." Her babbling words were lost as Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, with such force and passion she nearly melted.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time. I've missed you, Mione." He whispered.
"Mmmm." Hermione mumbled vaguely, finding it difficult to express her emotions using her usual expert vocabulary while her tongue is in Harry's mouth. When at last they broke apart, Hermione managed to speak.
"I've missed you too, Harry. I've missed you too."