Here Comes the Sun

"Tea?"

"Yes please." Harry said quietly.

"What kind?"

"Peppermint…it's all about the peppermint." I smiled and grabbed the peppermint tea from the shelf. Harry was sitting at the table with a goofy smile on his face.

"I feel like it's been raining for a week." I said groaning. I pointed my wand at the kettle, muttering "bobubila" and making the water boil.

"I know…I hope I closed my windows on my car." I laughed and looked back at him. He was soaking wet and bundled in an old blanket. When I looked at him I saw him as he was when we were 11. I couldn't believe I'd known him for so long.

"It looks like it's going to stop." Harry said glancing outside at the clouds. I smiled and walked towards him with two mugs of tea and sat down on the table. He grabbed my hand and gave it a little squeeze. "So…"

"So?"

"So…how are you?" I shook my head and smiled.

"I'm fine."

"Just fine?"

"I'm good."

"Good."

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we doing?" Harry looked up at me with timid eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asked softly.

"Are we in this for good? Are we just giving it a shot? Are we going to tell anyone? Am I just going to be a dirty little secret? You, me, this, us…what are we doing?"

"We're…testing the waters." He replied tentatively. I raised an eyebrow.

"You've come all this way and gone through all this trouble in order to 'test the waters'…give me a break."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Say you'll be my knight in shining armor."

"If you're looking for a fairytale, this isn't it; I'm never going to be it. We're going to fight, we're going to yell and we're going to hate each other. Yes; I love you. But sometimes love just isn't enough. I already told you I can't be perfect, please don't expect me to." His tone wasn't angry; just hurt…which was much worse.

"That's not what I meant." I whispered, looking down at my hand in his.

"I want to see where this goes. I can't say I'm in it for good, I don't know what for good means." I looked up at him with a blank stare. "I can't help being who I am. There will always be uprising dark wizards trying to kill me."

"Harry."

"Hermione, we need to try and make it work. I want to make it work."

"You do?"

"I do." He said, looking deep into my eyes. I know it always sounds cheesy when somebody says that but this was really it. It felt like he could see me for what I really am. He could see my feelings and my whole inner being. It was actually kind of creepy.

"If you don't kiss me right now, I might have to walk away from this table." I said with a smile on my face. He leaned up and gently pressed his lips against mine.

He was timid at first; letting his lips capture mine over and over. He pulled me close and tight against his warm body, making my mind go foggy. I bit down gently on his bottom lip and heard his breath catch in his throat, dizzying me even more.

His hands roamed across my back and came to rest tightly on my hips. I slid my arms around his neck and into the mess of his hair. I pulled back to catch my breath but was unsuccessful when his lips moved down to my neck.

He placed light kissing down my neck into the hollow of my throat and nibbled softly. If there's one thing that drives me crazy…well that's not the one thing, but it definitely drives me crazy.

I sighed contentedly into his ear. His hands tugged at the bottom of my shirt and slowly went underneath. His hands were cold and I involuntarily flinched when they touched my warm stomach.

"What?" He said softly, his voice gravely and full of desire.

"Cold hands." I said pulling his face up to mine and kissing him again.

"Well then I'd better warm them up." He said grabbing my hand and leading me to my bedroom.

There's nothing safe about sex, there never will be. But like I've said before: even with its imperfections, at the right time, with the right person…you don't notice it. Billy Joel once said that there's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex. This time…there were no peanut butter and jelly sandwiches involved.

"It stopped raining" Harry whispered into my ear. The sun was streaming through the window as I lazily opened my eyes. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmhmm." I replied sleepily. "How long have you been awake?"

"A little while." He said, tightening his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. "You're cute when you sleep."

"Thanks…I snore when I'm drunk." He laughed.

"Well I can't wait to hear it." I smiled and leaned up and kissed him softly. "So I've been thinking."

"Did it hurt?" I said laughing to myself.

"Ouch, that one stung." He said with a smile. "No but honestly. I was thinking we should go somewhere."

"Where did you have in mind?"

"Home."

A/N Too long coming. Sorry for the shortness. I needed to get them out of that storm and I think it's time to go back to England!! I've also been thinking of a sequel (once it's done…3 more chapters…maybe 4) It'll have something to do with snow so watch for it. Cheers.

K