Hermione awoke the following morning with a major headache. Sitting up, she clapped the palm of her hand to her forehead.
"Owww….." she said to herself. Then, looking down, she noticed, with relief, she was still fully clothed. Sighing, she turned her head to the left to find Harry, who was sound asleep.
Hermione slowly began to climb out of the bed, grasping her head in the process. When she went to walk forward, she felt her legs sway under her and give out; falling to the floor with a muffled thud, she landed the carpet.
"What!" Harry gasped, sitting up; the covers slipped off his body to reveal his bare chest. Glancing to his right, he noticed that Hermione's side was empty, "Hermione?"
"Yeah, I'm here," Hermione said, grabbing the side of the bed for support.
Harry leapt off the bed and rushed to help her up, "What are you doing down there?"
"Well, you know, I just love the floor," she said sarcastically, grabbing hold of Harry's arms as he lifted her up onto the edge of the bed. Looking up at him, she saw confusion written in his eyes.
Rolling her own, she let out a heavy sigh, "I tried to stand and I fell over, okay?…you're so gullible sometimes, you know that?"
Harry laughed, bending down and looking up at her, "You feeling all right?"
Hermione nodded slightly, "Yeah, I feel a little better than earlier, though, I don't remember anything that happened after that kid stuck that cloth in my mouth…"
Harry clenched his fists and stood up; his face flushed an angry red. Without warning, he brought his fists down on the bed, causing Hermione to jump back a bit.
"That damn bastard got away!" he yelled, walking over to the door, "I tried to stop him but—but he disappeared!"
"Harry…" Hermione said softy, standing up and walking towards him. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against the middle of his back. She could feel the warmth of his skin and, smiling, she continued, "It's all right, you did what you could. You'll get him…you always seem to find a way…"
"Maybe…but what if I don't?" he asked, turning around so that Hermione's head was now resting on his chest. Hugging him, she could hear his heartbeat. Hermione lifted her head up towards him and smiled.
"Don't worry about it, all right? You have enough stuff on your mind right now and you have other things to worry about…" Hermione paused for a moment, then giggled, "Like…making breakfast."
At that, Harry couldn't keep a straight face. His frown turned upwards into a wide smile before laughing. Hermione giggled once more before grabbing each side of his face and letting her lips meet his hungrily. Harry kissed back, running his tongue across her lips trying to gain entrance. Moaning, she opened them and intensified the kiss. His hand went from her hair to her back, then, while one went around her waist, the other came around the front and held onto her breast.
"Harry…"
"Hmm…" he mumbled, still kissing her, "Ye—ss?"
"Break…fast…please…" she moaned, pressing into him, causing him in return to let out a groan. Harry, breathing hard, pulled away and rested his forehead on hers and gazed into her eyes. Smiling, he took her hand and led her downstairs into their kitchen.
"What would you like to eat?" Harry asked, offering Hermione a seat at the table.
"Well…" she began, a wicked grin spreading over her face, "Could I help you?"
Harry started to protest but Hermione cut him off by walking up to him.
"Please…?" she said, her voice sounding husky. Harry felt his legs melt as Hermione grabbed him.
"Ohh…Hermi—" Harry moaned.
"Shhh….please?" she repeated, brushing her lips against his, teasing him.
Giving in, Harry sighed, "All right, if you insist. Be my guest."
Moving to the other side of the kitchen, Harry watched Hermione toss ingredients in to the pan that he had already placed on the stove. She looked much like she did in potions class at Hogwarts, carefully measuring out everything before dropping it in. She dropped another ingredient in the pan and flinched when something splattered her.
"God damnit…" she said to herself, looking down at the small burn forming on her hand.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked. Hermione, upon hearing the sound of his voice, jumped a little.
"I'm fine. I'm just not as good as I thought," she said, sounding a little frustrated.
"It looks like you're doing just fine to me," he said, walking towards her.
"I wanted it to be good, that's all," Hermione said, looking at the recipe book again.
"Let's see, you've been brewing potions for many years now, how different could this be?" He asked, looking over her shoulder.
"People have to eat this…" she said, smiling to herself.
"Well, I've swallowed a few of your potions before…"
"But people have to enjoy it, not spit it back out."
"You really are doing a great job. Here let me help, I've cooked many meals at the Dursley's," he said, putting his arms around her and placing his hand over hers; guiding as she stirred.
"You didn't have to do this, you know. You could've let me cook instead," he added as they slowly stirred, moving against each other. She pushed back slightly, her body fitting perfectly against his.
"Yeah but I wanted to get better at this," she said, as they rocked back and forth.
"You're good at everything you do," Harry said. He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "And there are some things you excel at."
Even without looking at her face, Harry knew she was blushing.
"I can barley even handle a broom. That's something I can't do well," Hermione said with a shrug.
"I could teach you," he said and at that, Hermione snorted. "What?"
"What is there to teach me? Plus, it's your broom…"
"Ron has used it before so I don't see why you can't. You can ride my broom anytime…what?" he asked as Hermione continued to giggle. Then Harry's eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. "Ohh…you have an evil mind, Mrs. Potter."
"I know," she said, turning around to face him. He pulled her into a tight embrace, neither of them caring about the food still cooking on the stove, and their lips met as they kissed one another. Hermione moaned into his mouth as she felt his tongue move against hers. Harry, moving her over to the table, started to kiss her neck, moaning as she moved against him. Hermione looked up as he started to undo her shirt. She raised her arms as he began pulling it over her head. Tossing it to the side, he resumed his kissing, moving from her neck to the curve between her breasts, then ending at her stomach. She moaned a bit but then found herself undoing his belt; which she tossed onto the floor beside them. Just as she was about to recapture his lips, they heard a soft beeping noise.
Looking at each other with puzzled expressions, they listened. Then, recognizing the sound, Hermione looked past him at the stove.
"Umm…Harry?" she said, her voice now replaced with concern.
"What?"
"I think we neglected the food…" she said, beginning to smile.
Harry glanced over his shoulder and jumped up. He ran to the sink just as Hermione grabbed her wand.
"Aguamenti!" she shouted. A jet of water sprouted from the tip of her wand and landed on the burning food. "That was close…"
Laughing, Harry walked up and stood by her side. "Yeah, I'd say. How about we don't cook from now on unless that's all we're going to do."
"Sounds like a great idea to me," Hermione said, reaching her arms around Harry's waist and resting her head on his chest. They stood there for a few moments, just watching the smoke die. Then, smiling to themselves, they headed back upstairs to finish what they had started.