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Chapter 2

Hermione sat in her couch, watching TV and having a nice cup of tea. She was exhausted and just wanted to relax on her day off from work. Being an auror was really a full time job and her body ached from the physical training they had to do each day. She had been working at the Ministry for a month since her education was completed and enjoyed it more and more every day that went by. Today was not a good day though. Sure, she was free from work, but the apartment needed her attention, she felt totally drained of energy and, to top it all, it was raining outside.

The doorbell rang suddenly and Hermione jumped up, feeling her heartbeat increase a little. 'Who would be coming over now?' she thought as she went to open the door.

"Hey 'Mione." Hermione smiled and felt warmth spread through her body. 'Who else would it be?'

"Hi Harry. Come on in." Harry stepped inside and Hermione hugged him quickly before letting him enter the living room with her.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Harry smiled sweetly at her.

"That would be nice. Don't let me disturb you though, I know my way around here enough to be able to boil some water." Hermione snickered and went to sit down in front of the TV again.

"Make yourself at home. As you usually do." Harry flashed her one of his best grins and then disappeared to the heart of the home, the kitchen. Ten minutes later he came back with two cups of tea and two club sandwiches, much to the delight of Hermione's stomach.

"You didn't have to make me lunch Harry, but it was very sweet of you none the less." Hermione patted the free spot next to her on the couch and Harry gladly accepted. When he was seated Hermione kissed him on the cheek and then started eating with a good appetite.

"This is fabulous, thank you," she said, her mouth filled with the delicious food.

"Well, one does ones' best," Harry said, while smiling at Hermione. They finished eating and watched some TV before Harry decided that they'd better go outside for some fresh air.

The walk took them to a lake, where they rested for half an hour and just enjoyed being with each other, before they decided it was time to find a restaurant where they could eat dinner.

"Where to Harry?" Hermione smiled. She had no problem with letting Harry choose the perfect place, his knowledge about cooking and the way he could tell if the restaurant would be good or bad was more than enough for Hermione to trust him completely.

"I'm in the mood for a cosy night out but the place I had in mind requires apparating."

"Not a problem." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I brought my wand with me." Harry shivered visibly when he felt her breath on his skin and put his arm around her waist to hold her tight. Hermione blushed and giggled at his gesture.

"I am a gentleman, am I not?" Hermione nodded, a bit confused about what he was up to, but since she trusted him with her life she leaned into him. Within two seconds she felt Harry apparate them both and was excited to see where they landed.

A loud pop could be heard at the apparition point when Harry and Hermione arrived, Hermione's arms around Harry's waist and her face to his chest.

"We're here," Harry softly spoke while raising Hermione's face to see if she was ok. 'She is so beautiful. How come I've never noticed this before?' he thought but was interrupted by Hermione's cry of delight.

"This is so nice Harry! Where are we? The view is fantastic." She leaned into him and he put his arms around her waist again, this time from behind.

"You are looking at the city of Paris. The church right behind us is Sacre Coeur, and it is located at the top of the hill in Mont Martre." Hermione nearly fainted.

"We're in Paris? My, you really do know how to make a lady's' knees week." He grinned boyishly at her and felt his cheeks flush but hoped it would go unnoticed.

"Let's go then milady. I have a table waiting for us." Harry held out his arm like a gentleman and Hermione gladly took hold of it, before being escorted to the restaurant.

"I'm so full! We actually ate five courses?" Hermione exclaimed after lying down on Harrys sofa.

"We sure did. I'm feeling in the mood for sweets though," Harry told her while glancing in her direction.

"Do you ever feel like you can't eat another bite or you'll blow up?" Harry thought for a few seconds before answering.

"Nope, never happened." He went to sit down, by her side, on the sofa, where Hermione lay, chuckling at his reply.

"You're hopeless, you know that right?"

"Am not."

"Sure you are."

"If you keep saying that I will have to punish you." Hermione sat up, her legs still on the seat behind Harry.

"By doing what?" Harry grinned like a madman, causing Hermione to shiver pleasantly.

"You'll notice I'm sure." Now it was Hermione's turn to grin but, since she knew how to handle a guy, it was not an evil grin but a sexy one.

"Please Harry, tell little Hermione about your punishment." She started to move her fingers over his back and neck and sat up more to be able to whisper in his ear. Harry got goose bumps all over his body and his heart started beating a lot faster than usual.

"You know I don't fall for that Hermione," he said, trying to talk her out of this before he overreacted and did something stupid that could ruin their friendship.

"Yes you do. I can see it in your eyes. Those pleading eyes that are saying 'please Hermione, come and take me'." Harry was shocked to hear this from her and looked her straight in the eyes.

"You want to know how I would punish you? Like this." He started tickling her until she could handle it no more.

"Please, Harry stop!" she shrieked between her laughs. Harry was on top of her and was tickling her mercilessly.

"Oh no, you wanted to know. Beg for forgiveness." Hermione shook her head no while kipping for air and Harry suddenly had an idea.

"Two can play your game you know." He said cryptically and, much to Hermione's delight, stopped the ongoing attack. What she didn't know was what he would do now. Hermione's eyes were suddenly wide open when she felt him bend forward to whisper in her ear.

"You know, this is kind of sexy. I feel like... tasting you," he said and sweetly started to suck on her earlobe, drawing a moan from Hermione.

"What did I hear coming from those delicious lips of yours? Was that a moan? I think I need to put a stop to that." He looked into her eyes and what he saw there confused him a lot. He had expected to see a mischievous glow but all he could see was lust. In the heat of the moment he forgot what he was doing, forgetting that this was just a playful banter between two friends. His free hand caressed the side of her body and he leaned down to kiss her, to kiss his best friend. Alarm after alarm went off inside his head but he didn't listen, he just acted on his feelings. Their lips were almost touching now; he could feel her breath coming out in short gasps onto his face.

RIIING! Harry jumped out of the sofa at the sound of Hermione's cellular phone ringing. 'SHIT! What the devil happened! Was I just about to kiss her? Shit shit shit... I've ruined it.' Harry's thoughts went crazy; his brains couldn't process this information. At least not right now. It took him a while to realize Hermione had had enough sense to pick up her phone and was now speaking to someone out in the kitchen. Soon she returned, her face red from blushing, looking a little flustered.

"We need to go to the Ministry Harry." He sobered enough to be able to understand what she was saying.

"What? Why?" Ok, not completely understand then.

"To work? Tonks just called me and said they needed us to go to Rarotonga ASAP, the head of the Department of Mysteries has gone missing."

"Do we know anything else about this mission?" Harry asked, feeling very tired suddenly.

"No, Tonks told me to get us there in ten minutes, all packed up and ready to go." Harry put his wand out and summoned his trunk.

"You're going to pack from here?" Hermione asked incredulously. Harry looked at her like she had grown a third eye.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"What? Oh no, I just thought it would be easier to pack at home. Suit yourself though, I don't mind." Hermione went to pack her own stuff and when she was finished for a trip to the paradise island she went to check on Harry.

"How's it going?" she asked him as she entered the living room but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him in nothing but his swimming trunks. 'Oh my, does that man have a pleasant body or what?' Harry looked at her and smiled.

"What do you think?" He turned around so she could have a proper look at him and waited for a reply.

"Nice abs." Harry blushed and grinned sheepishly.

"Thanks, but I was actually talking about the trunks." Now it was Hermione's turn to blush.

"Oh. They look good too." 'Anything would look good on you, gorgeous.' Hermione shook her head to try and get rid of her ridiculous thoughts and went to help Harry. To her utter astonishment he was packed already.

"Wow, I've never seen a guy pack that fast before."

"I'm rather used to it from having to move around a lot after the war. Are you ready?"

"I think so. Let's get to work then." A distinct pop could be heard and then the apartment was empty again.

TBC...