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Chapter Nineteen
Harry put the last box of Hermione's stuff down in their room and smiled. The room was now full of pictures of the two of them. Hermione came up behind him a leaned on the door frame.
"Stop gawping!" she scolded. "Everyone will be here in an hour, and this is the last room to do."
"We don't need to do our room. No one's going to come in here!"
"I still want to do it. It gets it out of the way."
"Yeah," Harry said pushing her back to the wall and putting a hand either side of her to keep her there. "You want to do it. I don't." Hermione smiled up at him.
"Now," Harry said, moving his forehead to rest against hers. "I have far more interesting things to do with my life. Do you mind if I do them?"
"O-of course not," Hermione replied, closing her eyes, seconds before Harry's lips descended on hers. His hands soon left the wall and found their way under her shirt, exploring eagerly. Without warning, Hermione ended the kiss and ducked under Harry's arm. He spun round.
"Hey, I was enjoying that!" he said, chasing after her. She squealed as he grabbed her, causing both of them to fall back, onto the bed. Their lips were locked in a kiss even before they hit the mattress.
"You see…now this…is what I…enjoy doing," Harry managed to get out between kisses. Hermione giggled and then sucked in a deep breath as Harry began nibbling the skin on her neck. Her hands instinctively went down to the buttons of his shirt and he stopped to look at her. She smiled and pulled him by his collar into another kiss. Her hands resumed what they had been doing and she pulled off his shirt. Harry decided to test his luck and reached down to Hermione's shirt buttons. It wasn't until half way up her shirt that he was forced to stop as the doorbell rang. Both of their heads shot up and they jumped off the bed. Harry grabbed his shirt off the floor.
"I thought you said that we had an hour!" Harry hissed. The doorbell rung again and Harry ran out of the room, still buttoning up his shirt. Hermione heard him greeting the guests as they arrived. They had invited most of the Weasley family, and she really had no idea how they were all going to fit in this small cottage together.
Hermione appeared at the door to the bedroom and Fred and George smiled. Harry was still buttoning up his shirt, discretely, but Fred and George noticed.
"Finally discovered the delights of a shared room, have we?" Fred asked, smirking. Ron and Ginny stopped and turned round to look at Harry and Hermione.
"Err…We were just changing…our other clothes were dirty…" Harry tried.
"Of course you were, Harry," George replied. Harry closed the front door and the four of them followed Mrs. Weasley into the living room. She looked up as the two of them entered.
"Are you alright, dears? You're cheeks look a little bit rosy…" Mrs. Weasley asked, concerned. Fred, George, Ginny and Ron stifled back laughter, each biting their lip or covered their mouths with their hands. Harry turned even redder.
"We're fine…it-it's just carrying all the boxes around and stuff," Harry replied.
"Alright then, as long as you're sure you're both OK."
"Of course we are." The doorbell rung again and Hermione looked round.
"I'll get it," she offered, eager to get away from the room. She reappeared a few minutes later with her parents and Lilly, who smiled at Ron.
They had decided that a picnic outside in the garden would be best, as there were so many people. They had to transfigure a few table chairs into umbrellas as it was incredibly hot. Harry whispered something to Ron and he nodded before passing it on to Fred and George.
"I'm just going to go inside to get some more drinks. Anyone want one?" Harry asked. This was followed by a few 'yes's' and everyone saying what they wanted.
"I'll give you a hand mate," Ron offered, jumping up and following Harry into the house. Fred and George moved so that everyone else had their backs to the house and Harry and Ron appeared with two buckets full of water. On a silent count of three, they emptied the contents of the buckets over three screaming girls. Hermione was the first to jump up and transfigured one of the buckets into a water pistol. Harry held up his hands.
"Now, wait a minute, that's not fair. Ron, Ginny, Fred and George don't know how to use water guns."
"Well, they'll have to learn, won't they?" Everyone laughed as Hermione attacked the two boys with the water gun.
"Has that thing got an infinite supply of water, or something?" Harry asked, as it was trained on him.
"No, I'm refilling it every time it runs out."
"You cheat!" Harry ran forwards and grabbed Hermione round the waist, yanking the water gun out her hands and handing it to Ron.
"Just pull that little bit there," he instructed. Ron imitated how Hermione had been holding it and eventually got it right. Harry held Hermione still in front of him and she screamed as the powerful blast of water hit her. Everyone was laughing and Ron soon shut Ginny and Lilly up with a blast of water.
Since neither Ron, nor Harry knew how to refill the gun with water, they had to stop when it ran out, leaving three, very wet, very annoyed girls running after them.
"That's not fair!" Harry moaned. "It's three against two!"
"Well you should have thought of that before you tipped a bucket of water over us, shouldn't you?" Hermione replied, mockingly, raising the gun to point it at Harry and Ron.
"I think that now we've got them, we should get pay back, don't you?" Lilly asked, smiling evilly.
"Oh, definitely. Boys, take off your shirts," Hermione replied, smiling.
"Hermione, that's evil!" Lilly exclaimed. Harry caught on.
"Oh, yeah…you can't make us do that. It'll hurt!"
"I don't care. Now, off with them," Hermione ordered. Harry reluctantly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it over his shoulders. Ron looked at him in mock horror.
"Oh just take it off," Lilly said, before blushing a deep crimson colour. Hermione looked round at her in surprise and Ginny pulled a face.
"Ugh, don't make him take it off. I don't want to see my own brother half naked thank you very much," she retorted.
"Just because you don't want to see him half naked," Lilly replied, leaving the last part of the sentence out. Ron's eyes widened and he slipped his top over his head, throwing it on top of Harry's.
"That's better," Hermione said, lifting the water gun back up. "Now. Pay back time." The three girls surrounded them and all at once they were hit with three powerful jets of water. It hurt without a shirt on and at such close range, but they were laughing all the same.
"Attack!" Fred shouted, somewhere. Harry couldn't really see where. He heard a scream, that he recognised as Ginny's and the jet of water stopped. Harry took this as a chance to jump up and grab Hermione round the waist, throwing her over his shoulder.
"Harry James Potter, put me down right this second," Hermione squealed. Harry knew she was laughing. Another scream came from behind them as Ron picked up Lilly in the same fashion as Harry. Fred was holding Ginny and George was holding the water gun.
"Pull the trigger," Harry instructed. George did as he was told and pulled back the trigger of the water gun, soaking the three girls (Ron and Harry had placed Lilly and Hermione on the ground).
"Alright, alright, enough!" Hermione squealed. "We're 18 year olds playing with water guns!" Harry laughed and instructed George to stop. Harry looked down at Hermione.
"I told you once and I'll tell you again, you look so cute when your hair is wet," Harry said.
"Don't start," she laughed, rolling her eyes, stepping round him to go and sit on the picnic mat. Harry grabbed her round the waist from behind and kissed her neck.
"Harry not in front of my…my parents," Hermione hissed, stuttering as Harry ran his finger in circles on her stomach.
"Why?" he whispered in her ear.
"Harry!" she warned. He frowned and poked her in the side, making her squeak.
"Who wants to play spin the bottle?" Ginny asked, sitting on the picnic rug.
"How do you play that?" Ron asked.
"You get a bottle, spin it and then spin it again and the two people it landed on have to kiss," Hermione explained.
"Sure, let's play!" Ron said, excitedly, shooting a sideways glance at Lilly. Mr and Mrs. Weasley conjured up another picnic blanket and, still in conversation with Hermione's parents, moved onto it. Hermione conjured up a bottle and placed it in the centre of the picnic basket.
"So," Ron said. "Do we just have to kiss or…you know…go into a full on snog…tongues and…urg…"
"I think, that to make it more interesting," Fred started.
"It should be snogging," George finished.
"I agree," Harry said, smiling.
"Me too," Hermione added. Lilly and Ginny smiled and nodded and Hermione spun the bottle. Everyone waited for it to stop.
Fred
"Now, boys…and Ginny…you have to sit back," Hermione looked round the circle as everyone backed away and her eyes flickered to Lilly.
"Oh that's not fair! Me and Lilly are the only ones that can kiss him!" Hermione moaned.
"Oh well, I don't mind sharing, just for five minutes. As long as you don't enjoy it too much," Harry said, smiling. Hermione shot him a look, that clearly said 'shut up' and spun the bottle. Everyone watched it eagerly and Hermione groaned when it stopped on her. George cheered and clapped his hands.
"Now you can see what Harry likes so much," he laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned forwards to kiss him, swirling her tongue around in his mouth. When she pulled away, Ginny, George and Ron were in fits of laughter and Fred's face was nearly as red as his hair.
"There, you happy now?" Hermione sulked. Fred regained his composure and smirked.
"I see why you like her, Harry. Very good kisser-"
"And I see from the way you kissed, that you have never snogged a girl in your life," Hermione interrupted, smiling. Fred blushed.
"Yes…well…"
"Alright, next one," Lilly said as everyone came back into the circle. "Spin it."
Ron
All the boys and Ginny backed out again.
"Oh my God! This is not fair!" Hermione cried, looking from her to Lilly again. Ron smiled.
"Just spin the bottle," he ordered. Hermione did as she was told and was relieved when it landed on Lilly. A few wolf whistles came from Fred and George and Ron blushed.
"Come on then," Harry urged. Ron licked his lips and was mildly surprised when Lilly pressed her lips to his first. He made the next move though and licked her bottom lip. Lilly opened her mouth and her tongue darted out to meet his. It wasn't until they pulled away and Hermione looked away trying not to laugh that she realised her parents and the Weasleys were actually watching their game.
"Enjoy it?" George asked, grinning. Lilly blushed and smiled and Ron nodded, frantically.
"Well, I enjoyed it!" he cried. Everyone laughed and Ginny handed Hermione the bottle.
"Off we go…" Hermione said, spinning the bottle.
There were a few more kisses, including Harry and Ginny (which Hermione hadn't been to happy about). There had been George and Lilly (Which Ron wasn't too happy about). There had been Harry and Hermione (which no one cared about, but all thought it was amusing) and then there had been Harry and Lilly (which Ron and Hermione were sceptical about). They decided that, in their small numbers, there wasn't really many people who hadn't kissed and called it a day.
"Well, that was enlightening," Hermione's dad said as they came back to the picnic rug. "I can't say we kissed like that in our day." Hermione turned bright red.
"Shut up, dad," she begged. Harry laughed but stopped instantly when Hermione shot him a look and bit his top lip to stop himself.
"Now, now, Hermione. Your dear father was simply expressing his…opinion, I'm not sure he's used to hearing boys saying how brilliant you are at kissed, let alone seeing you actually kissing them," George said, smiling.
"You're not helping!" Hermione cried, burying her face in her hands, making everyone laugh harder than they already were. Harry put his arm round her shoulder and pulled her closer to him for comfort.
"And Lilly," Mr. Granger continued, still smiling. "You finally found yourself a boyfriend!" Lilly's face now took the same shade as Hermione's and she smiled, uneasily, her eyes quickly flashing to Ron's.
"Okay, I think we've embarrassed the two girls enough, dear," Mrs. Granger said, looking at her daughter and niece.
"Oh, alright then," Mr. Granger replied, dejected. Hermione looked up gratefully.
Their clothes had mostly dried off now, but were still a little bit wet. Ron and Harry were still topless and Red and George took to taking their tops of too, telling the girls that it really didn't matter if they wanted to.
"In your dreams," Hermione retorted.
"Oh come on…" Fred begged.
"You enjoyed that kiss, didn't you?" Ron asked, grinning.
"I never said that-"
"Or you've never seen a girl topless-"
"I have so!"
"Who?"
"Err…"
"Well you two are the only ones here who haven't, because I know I have," Ron said, smiling at the expressions on their faces. "And I'm sure Harry has by now." Harry stared at him, wide-eyed and then looked to Hermione's parents.
"Have you, Harry?" George asked.
"I err…yes…." Harry replied. Hermione slapped his arm and her parents eyes grew wide.
"What?" Harry asked, rubbing her arm and pretending to be hurt. "I'm not going to lie to them." Ron smiled.
"So, why can't you take your tops off?" Fred asked.
"Because…" Hermione replied.
"Can't you put a more…revealing top on then?" he continued, hopefully. Hermione was blushing again now and everyone was in fits of laughter.
"No I cannot. Not only do I not want to, I do not own such a top."
"I can conjure you one up," Fred offered.
"You can just make their shirts disappear with magic," George added.
"Don't you even think about it!" Hermione cried, pulling out her own wand. "Because you will regret it."
"Alright, alright, I wasn't going to!" Fred replied, holding up his hands in surrender.
"Good," Hermione replied, lowering her own wand. Fred considered getting his wand out and actually doing just that, but decided that Hermione would probably kill him, and he had a shop to run. Couldn't have George run it on his own now, could he?
The Weasley's and the Grangers stayed until it started to get dark.
As soon as they were gone, Harry sat on the sofa a pulled Hermione on top of him so that she was straddling his waist.
"Now, where were we this morning?" he whispered, grinning. Harry was already topless, so he proceeded to unbutton her top, kissing her at the same time. When she tried to shrug it off her shoulders with little success, Harry pushed it off slowly, moving down to kiss her neck. Hermione gasped as he moved lower to kiss her chest and then run his finger up her stomach.
"That tickle?" Harry asked.
"Uh-hu," Hermione replied, running her hands through his hair. Harry chuckled and kissed her. Blindly, she reached down for the belt of his denim jeans and accidentally rubbed her hand across the bulge in his pants.
"Sorry," she whispered, moving her hands up.
"S'alright. I don't mind." Hermione smiled and undid his belt, letting it hang loosely from the jeans. Harry lifted himself up so Hermione could slip his trousers off and then reached behind her to undo her bra strap.
The doorbell rang and both of them stopped dead, with Harry's hands half way through undoing her bra.
"Harry, Hermione, you in there?" Ron's voice called. "It's me and your dad Hermione. He forgot his coat and I forgot my shirt. Guys?" Ron pounded his fist on the door and Hermione quickly jumped up, grabbing her shirt from the coffee table, where it had fallen. Harry stood up and nearly lost his footing.
"Harry? Hermione?" Ron called. They heard him fumbling around outside and knew he was looking for the spare key that they had told him about.
"Oh, sweet Merlin!" Harry hissed, frantically pulling up his trousers. The front door opened and Ron nearly walked into the living room. His eyes grew wide as he saw them and Harry motioned for him to get Hermione's dad away.
"Err…They're asleep on the sofa in there…wouldn't want to disturb them now, would we?" Ron said, hastily. The door to the living room closed and Harry belted up his trousers as Hermione closed up the last few buttons of her shirt.
"That was far too close," Hermione whispered, dropping onto the sofa. Harry sat next to her.
"Lets take Ron advice and go to sleep, yeah?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her, pulling them both down on the sofa so that she was on the inside. He conjured up a blanket and threw it over them both.
"Night Hermione," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Night."