1The Adventures of Harry Potter and the Panty obsession
Part one: Underwear bandit
By Supergirl
A.N.: I am twisted little thing from Argo City, I can't help it, too much caffeine and krypton to the head ;) Review for Part 2... SuperGirl-
It was a stormy night in London...
Dark and grim with hail hitting the cars and roofs and trees below causing an eerie sound.
She couldn't sleep no matter how much she tried.
Her eyes were focused on the window thinking over the things that had occurred recently. In the hall way out side her room she could hear her mother giggling as her parents shut there door. She exhaled a breath she hailed inside for so long. She couldn't sleep she could hear everything around her, the pinging of the hail against the gutters next to her window in an almost musical dance as the storm brew outside of her window. She could feel a tear running down her face, she didn't even move to wipe it away. She was utterly depressed.
She turned away from the window now staring at the floor next to her bead thoughts of her friends storming through her mind. She thought about Ginny and how she tried to get her and Ron together, while Ron was more of a brother. No one else out there would want her. In a few months she might be dead gone to help Harry. She gulped not knowing it thinking of Harry. She wondered who he really was. She knew Ginny wanted him because he was the hero, not Harry. She wondered if she lived though the war if someone would want her for helping, maybe someone would even if it was because of who she was, the hero's sidekick.
Sleep took her quickly and she drifted off to sleep. Hermione was not one to ever remember her dreams, no she had one, not a dream she seen at night but in her heart a dream someone would love her for her and always love her. There was a bang that caused Hermione to wake up. Fallowed by a "Ouch." She shock in fear from the sound. Her hand shook as she reached for the pillow next to her for her wand. She grabbed it and dropped it hearing a sound feet away from her. She took hold of her fears and grabbed it sitting up in bed, she yelled, " Lumos..."
Her eyes widen and mouth was open in shock and horror at the man before her in her room in her house. She gulped. "HARRY?" she was dumbfounded there before her was Harry Potter in her bedroom after midnight with a bra on his head half way covering his hair all in black baggy cloths with a back pack on standing in her room. "What the Hell HARRY!" she yelled. She gasped seeing what Harry was holding in his hand.
"Oh... hey Hermione!" he gulped looking at her. "What are you doing Harry!" she repeated. Harry looked down at his hand and what he held in it. "I must... uh be sleep walking..." He muttered pretending to be lost. "NO YOUR NOT!" she yelled sitting up in bed. She pointed her wand at Harry. "Tell me the truth Harry!" He looked at his hand. "I thought it was a good reason." he said looking at her. "Good reason? YOU HAVE MY UNDERWEAR IN YOUR HANDS!" she paused covering her mouth with her free hand. "Your... no!" she gasped shock.
Harry sighed here he was caught all those years of hoarding women's underwear caught by Hermione. The damn Charm he made didn't work against magical folk. 'Damn it.' he thought, he forgot Hermione live a few miles away from Privet Drive. "How can you be the roof top Panty theft?" she asked still shocked. "It's a hard habit to break you know." Harry said sniffy Hermione's underwear. "Give those to me!" she yelled holding her hand out wand still pointing in the other hand. "Why you don't wear these anymore!" he said looking at her like she was the crazy one.
"Those are mine." she yelled. "I'm surprised my dad hasn't rushed in here." she said looking at the door quickly. "Nope, I drugged them earlier." Harry muttered. "What!" she yelled. "Well I didn't know they were your- parents at the time." he turned his attention back to the garments in his hand. "However you don't wear briefs anymore." he said grinning. Hermione's face turned red. "You been wearing a thong the last two years!" he said her face turned eve brighter. "HOW-" he cut her off "I am aa mater panty thief I tend to know what girls wear, but I like the whitey-tighties on your personally." he said winking.
"What is wrong with you Harry!" she said in tear almost. "Hell I been pretty fucked up for a long time, thought you'd pick this up, I stole you socks first years then after I had a pair of every girl in schools socks I moved on to panties, I'm thinking next starting a Bra collection." he sighed then smelled the panties in his hand again. "Your horrid Harry truly you are." He smiled some. "Well I think it's more healthier then stamp collecting." he sighed a turned back to her drawer and opened up the drawer above the one he raided moments before.
"Stop it!" she yelled jumping off of her bed rushing over to Harry grabbing on his arm. "Stop those are mine." Harry turned to her. "Hermione you need to learn to share!" he paused looking at her shocked reaction. "Honestly you have enough." he shock his head and turned back to the drawer. "Oh... designer label." he shirked at her. She reached up and grabbed the pair away. "Oh matching Bra too!" she turned shades of red and grabbed that as well. "Harry if you don't stop I will stop you." she grabbed the stack from his hand.
"Fine stingy! Hermione some friend you are all 'I'll be there with you Harry... Blah blah na nah." She was losing her mind. "Harry your not right in the head." Harry paused to think. "Nah your just jealous," he said walking over to her closet. "Stop it!" she yelled. She was about to be in tears. "Why do you want these?" she asked desperate. "I like...the way they...smell." he said smiling. "Well I will be back tomorrow." he said looking at his watch. "Like hell you will be!" she yelled at him raising her wand. "NOX." Yelled harry causing the light on Hermione's wand to go out quickly. "Lumos." she muttered getting the light back on. She looked around and seen no Harry and ran to the door to the light switch and flicked it on. She turned to her window and it was open.
"What is going on!" she yelled. She had a hundred thoughts running though her head nothing made any sense. It wasn't a dream though she knew that from her headache thinking about Harry being a pervert, She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and reopened them to notice the underwear in her hands was gone.
