Chapter 9
And Again I say this : I do NOT on any rights to anything JK Rowling copyrighted. I'm only writing this fic. Thanks.
A/N : ALRIGHT. now that it's officially been forever and a day since I last updated…I'm sorry, School just started and all and I've been pretty wrapped up in our newest baby. Zombie Prom. Anyways; sorry to have kept you all waiting for so ever loving long. Hope you didn't give up on me. WARNING : THIS IS GOING TO GET STEAMY!
Harry was stunned into silence. Hermione had just woken up in his bed, in his house, wearing his robe, and sitting in his lap. And she had just said she would marry him. A conundrum of thoughts flooded through his brain and it took him a minute to respond. His face was blank for all of a minute before he suddenly stood up whooping. Running around hoop-ing and hollering and yelling like a mad man, Harry ran to the front door and tore it open, practically pulling it off its hinges.
Hermione sat transfixed on the site. At this moment she heard Harry out in the front lawn yelling. She looked at the clock, it was only 7:47 in the AM. She ran to the door to shush him but caught his words.
"Hermione Jane Granger is going to marry me, ME! I'm getting married!" Hermione's heart brimmed with the love she felt for him. She couldn't even prepare herself for the impact of Harry finally running up to her, throwing his arms around her, spinning around a half a dozen times, and kissed her full on the lips. "I love you Hermione," He said to her warmly.
"And I love you Harry," She smiled back at him. The kissed once more before Harry, carrying Hermione, made his way back inside the house, lathering her whole entire face with kisses.
"This is so incredible Hermione, we've got to tell everyone. Your mum and dad, the Weasleys, Hagrid, the Daily Profit will be well informed-" Hermione cut him off.
"The Daily Profit? What about the Quibbler?" Hermione asked him.
"I wasn't even about to leave them out, he said gently setting her down on the couch. "You just didn't let me finish."
"Oh right, sorry." Hermione smiled gently at him. "Are we going to tell your aunt and uncle?" She asked him attentively. Harry's emotions went through his mind and were displayed on his face.
"Actually, I think I should. But I'll send it the regular way. I'll have to get started on that."
"I love you." Hermione all but whispered. Harry looked down into her deep dark brown eyes. Almost like dark chocolate. He thought to himself. He leaned down very slowly and took possession of her lips with his. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but soon Harry felt he needed more.
He leaned in, forcing Hermione backwards. She became entangled in his robe, and in his apparent need, Harry tore the robe from her. His gaze raked over her body as he took in the site of her still in her evening attire from the night before. He kissed the uncovered shoulder and traced the patterns that the beads made across her stomach.
"You really did look beautiful last night." He said to her gently. Hermione smiled weakly. She knew Harry wouldn't take advantage of her, even if she wanted him to. He sat up and pulled her up against him. A sight I hadn't seen since you were a bridesmaid in Ron's wedding. He spread his hand out across her lower back as he pressed her against his chest.
Hermione could feel the desire that was shooting through Harry. As much as she wanted this, she could tell that Harry wasn't going to budge. No, they wouldn't be taking a tumble through the sheets today. Hermione sighed and kissed the crook of Harry's neck.
"Well, I'm glad you asked me to meet you for dinner, and I'm sorry I blacked out. But thank you for bringing me back here," She said warmly.
"Well I couldn't have my future wife left alone in the darkness of your flat. You'd wake up and be completely petrified."
"How now Harry James, I am not afraid to spend the night alone in my own flat. I've been doing it all by myself for years now." She laughed.
"You're a big girl now then aren't you?" Harry asked playfully.
"Yes, I suppose so, and I couldn't ask for anything else right now." She sighed.
"Nothing at all?" Harry looked at her, slightly bemused. Hermione looked down and laughed.
"Alright, so I'd ask for a hot shower and a change of clothes."
"And I suppose you're big enough to take a shower on your own then?" Harry asked nonchalantly. Hermione grinned almost wickedly. She ran her hands up Harry's chest and took hold of his shirt in both fists. In a low, sultry voice she leaned in close to Harry's face,
"Now, I don't know about all that Mr. Potter." She very gently kissed his lips and pulled away, leaving him still leaning in for more. In his frustration of being teased he lifted Hermione over his shoulder and carried her straight away back to his bathroom.
"It's not nice to tease Hermione," He said in a husky voice, sitting her on the bathroom vanity. "In fact, you used to scold Ron and I for teasing the other students back in school." He kissed her firmly on the lips, and let one hand snake into the shower and turned the water on. Steam emitted from the top of the shower. Arousal shown in Harry's eyes blatantly, and Hermione was, in short terms, completely turned on by his sudden spontaneous-ness.
She didn't waste any time in letting him know how she was filling. She placed his hands on her waist and pulled his head down by the back of his head, kissing him with enough heat to light a fire. Harry's lips willed hers to be compliant, and when her lips parted his tongue dipped in to explore. He kissed hungrily, and let his hands fall to her hips. He pulled her forward so that her feet were touching the floor. Almost instantly he was shocked that her hands were just as greedy as his. They left his neck and came down to the buttons on his shirt.
She undid the buttons with such expertise that Harry had to admire her. He noticed his own lack of clothing and began to assist Hermione in the removal of her own. He pulled the chiffon dress off of her shoulder and ran his hands to the back zipped. The dress cascaded to the bathroom floor, leaving Hermione in her matching black bra and unders. Harry took the sight in and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. It wasn't long before the passion consumed them once more, and the two were left in nothing but ear rings and a necklace.
The fire that burned in Harry's eyes had changed. Instead of flames that licked hungrily at her body, they changed to a simmering warmth that made Hermione aware of her lack of clothes. Harry caught her chin before she turned away.
"Don't." He said. He leaned into her and softly kissed her lips, and trailed down her jaw to a spot just below her ear. He gently bit her ear lobe, and kissed softly. Hermione leaned into him, and felt goose-bumps rise all over her body. She whispered his named and he pulled back.
"No, I don't want you to stop." She said shakily. Harry, pulled her legs around his waist.
"I don't ever want to stop." He looked her in the eyes and lifted her from the vanity. Never breaking contact he pulled back the shower curtain, and stepped into the shower of hot water.
