Chapter 3
Quiet please! Alright...again…Harry Potter belongs to JKR not Emily K. Satisfied?
A/N Oookay! Well I reviewed my stats, and well I'm pretty please. I'm only an amateur writer, and even though I'm borrowing the plot from JKR I'm pretty pleased. Thanks for reviewing! Thanks for reading!
Hermione stood in her bathroom brushing her teeth. Clad in only a towel and with her hair thrown messily up she clearly wasn't expecting anyone to visit her. What with dinner coming up at the Burrow, and trying to convince everyone that her and Harry were seeing each other intimately, she rather enjoyed the silence that allowed her to think of what she was going to do. Turning the faucet on and leaning over the sink to spit she didn't here the obvious sound of someone apperating into her flat.
Rinsing her mouth out and holding her towel to herself, she walked into her bedroom and ran right into a very solid form. Breathing in she smelt a very familiar cologne. Slowly, she looked up to find herself getting lost in the eyes of none other than Harry Potter.
"Ha...Hiya Harry." She stammered, suddenly forgetting exactly what was going on and where she was…And her lack of clothing.
"Hermione, you're not going to dinner dressed like that, are you?" Harry smiled at the blush that slowly crept across the witch's face.
"Harry! Get out! I have to get dressed!"
"Oh, Hermione you know, we're uh…supposed to be dating…When do I get the ability to brag about you and I?" Harry grinned cheekily and looked over Hermione appreciatively. Hermione's jaw dropped in shock.
"Harry Potter, if you don't get out of my bedroom I'm going to hex you up Diagon Alley and back!" She said half smiling and pushing him out the door. Sighing, she went to work. Clad in nothing but snug fitting blue jeans and a black bra she heard her door open again. "What now Harry?" She smiled devilishly and turned to face Harry…giggling at his dropped jaw.
Harry Potter stood open mouthed, staring on at Hermione's figure. She really has filled out hasn't she…lovely flat stomach, hips to die for, and that rack- Harry shook his head…Her rack? Did he seriously just think that of his best friend? Well you are kind of dating her mate. "I uh, right well I just wanted to say you look good."
"What?" Hermione's jaw dropped at this and she folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh! No what I mean was…Er…Leave your hair the way it is. Looks good, messy like that." He ducked out of the doorway before Hermione could protest. Looking through her closet, she chose a tunic style shirt that was a deep shade of green. Sliding on some shoes, she opened the door. She smiled at Harry who couldn't help but stare.
Even in the simplest of things, Hermione is a vision. Harry thought. "You look good Hermione." He resided to tell her. Hermione smiled slightly,
"You don't look that bad either Harry," She replied and took in what he was wearing. Loose blue jeans, a white tee shirt, and a button shirt; with thin pale green vertical stripes.
"Well then, since we both look great, are we ready to go?" Harry asked, clapping his hands together.
"Wait, Harry…Why are you here?" She asked attentively.
"Well, I figured we should show up to the Burrow together…Not separately..." Harry trailed off.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. Well then, ready? Dinner should be in about 20 minutes."
"Are we flooing?"
"Well I don't want to apperate and startle Molly." Hermione said. Standing together in the fireplace, Hermione threw the powdery substance down to the floor, which emitted emerald green flames around the pair.
"The Burrow!" The pair said together. They were jerked off their feet and were spinning until they landed rather suddenly in the fire place of the Weasley's.
Charlie and Ron were sitting at the coffee table playing wizard's chess, and Luna was rocking their baby to sleep watching them duel out on the checkered board.
"Jolly good move Ron!" She said, cheering her husband on.
"Heya Harry! Hermione, good to see you!" Ron stood and took his two best friends into a hug. Luna stood with the baby, and caught Hermione's attention. Slipping out of the friendly hug with Ron, she headed straight over to Luna.
"Luna! Oh how are you?" Hermione asked, lightly kissing Luna's cheek.
"I'm fine you know me, holding strong and watching over little Oliver." Luna answered, gesturing to the tiny sleeping figure in her arms. Hermione who hadn't yet seen the newest Weasley addition was positively gushing over the baby. It was then that they heard shouting from the kitchen. Hermione and Harry looked at each other and peeked into the kitchen to find Molly Weasley brandishing a large wooden spoon at her two grown sons; Fred and George.
"What did I tell you two about leaving your fake wands lying about the kitchen!" she asked swiping the spoon at the nearest twin.
"It was only a joke mum!" Fred said fending his mother off with the lid to a pot.
"For old times sake!" George added, countering her attack with a spatula.
"I don't care what it was for! Fred, George! You're really pushing me to my limits!" She said exasperatedly, dropping her spoon.
"Sorry mum," the twins said simultaneously, picking up their fake wand, and scooting out of the kitchen. Rubbing her temples, Molly looked up and was almost shocked to see Harry and Hermione standing in the door way.
"Harry! Hermione!" Molly smothered the two in an almost bone crushing hug. "So good to see you two!" Releasing the pair she smiled at them almost knowingly. The three were joined in the kitchen by Ron and Charlie.
"Great surprise mum, Ginny's coming!" Charlie said. Molly squealed and was so overjoyed that she had to sit down.
"Is she bringing Draco?" Hermione asked him. Everyone turned and looked at her. "What! It was just a question. Bugger off the lot of you."
"Actually, she is. Isn't this strange, on the night dad invites Hermione to dinner, he invites Harry too. Now we've got Ginny and the ferret." Ron snorted.
Luna thumped him on the back of the head.
"Oi! That hurt! What was that for, honestly woman?"
"Ronald, Draco is part of your family...Let your school years go…honestly." Luna rolled her eyes and went to lay Oliver down.
"So, Harry. What brings you to dinner tonight?" Charlie asked.
"Oh, er…I'm here with 'Mione," He said slipping his arm around her waist. Hermione blushed furiously, but smiled nervously at the faces looking at them.
"Oh," Charlie said, "I see." With out waiting, Ron jumped up, and jerked Harry from the kitchen and into the bathroom down the hall.
"What are you mental Harry! I didn't know you were so stupid! You know Charlie has been trying to get Hermione to go out on a date. He's been asking her out for months, she's always told him no, or she has plans with someone else. Guess we figured out who that was didn't we?" Ron asked accusingly.
"Whoa! Ron, mate no no it's not like that! Honestly I swear!" Harry said quickly. He had to think of something to convince Ron that they only just started seeing each other. "We've only been together for a week or two mate, honestly! I swear it!"
"You looked pretty cozy out there in my kitchen to have been together for just 'a week or two!" Ron said scathingly.
"Ron don't be a prat!"
Meanwhile in the kitchen
"So Hermione, how long have you and Harry been together?" Charlie asked her. Clearly he was in fact annoyed. Little tart. I knew she was playing hard to get, I never actually figured she's be with anyone! Rotten luck. Damn Harry…The Boy Who Lived gets everything even ten years later. Charlie thought. He leaned in to listen to Hermione.
"Actually, for a month or two. It was never really serious, but…Well we're together now…Pretty seriously." She took a drink of the pumpkin juice that Molly had poured for her. Where in the bloody hell is Harry! She thought frantically. Clearly it was going to be an awkward evening.
