I quickly pass on the plates, glasses and the necessary cutlery to him while he places them on the table with the exact same speed. We were quite synchronized and I was very pleased about it.
I make our way to the table and help him keep all the things in their places in a comfortable silence. I kept stealing glances at him and was quite happy when I caught him doing the same, making him blush a little. Hermoine suddenly bursts our bubble and says in a smug voice "You guys might as well sit and stare into each other's eyes. Now that would be romantic".
"Well then what are you doing here? Miss third wheel?". I asked going along with the teasing. She pretended to be hurt and put her hand on her heart and cried out dramatically "What happened to us being the ultimate hoes we are? I cannot believe you". I laughed out loud at her antics, but stopped when I saw an amused look on his face. "What? " I questioned.
"You just accepted that you and me are a thing" he replied. I stiffened, but retorted quickly "Well then what about it? From what I see we completely skipped the getting to know each other phase and are presently in the intimacy phase" I finished nodding at the living room where the little fiasco happened".
I expected him to be shy and deny it, but he just smirked and said "Well I for one don't regret doing that. What's next? The three magical words?". I blush intensely and muttered back a 'No' and sat down on the chair ready to get the dinner started. Damn he never let's me win!!!.
It seems like he got the message and sat down opposite to me with Hermoine to his side. I glared at her. Back stabber. She was too busy inhaling the food that she didn't notice my dirty looks or his smug ones. Come on girl. Let's make him weak in the knees!!.
Knees...Legs!!...Oh yeahh...All of us started eating our dinner and he and Hermoine were having a small talk about the cafe. Time to execute the plan. I discreetly stretched my legs and grazed his feet with mine intentionally. He visibly froze and looked at me arching an eyebrow. I smirk back at him. He looked dumbfounded for a little while, but then recovered and mouthed to me 'Two can play the game'. I shiver and the next thing I know he placed one of his feet flat on mine trapping them and moving the other one slowly up the trapped one.
My eyes widened, but my trail of thought got interrupted by Hermoine speaking with her mouth full of eggs "Am I missing something here? What's up with your smug face and your tomato red face?" Three guesses to what face is mine. "Just tired" I mumbled back. She seems to buy that answer and got back to her food. I let out a sigh of relief. I gotta thank Ron for this. He turned Hermoine into a food loading truck. Things love can do.
My thank you speech got interrupted with him leaving my foot alone and got back to it's initial position. I glanced at him to see a equally flustered face. Strange. I shrugged dismissing the thought and continued my dinner trying to ignore the tingles on my foot. I started participating in their conversation wanting to know about him. By the end of the dinner, I can positively say I am crushing on this guy. Like I found out that he is filthy rich as his parents are very successful. He didn't depend on their property, but started up his own chain of cafes. He didn't boast or discreetly show his gold watch or other dick moves. I liked talking with him and found myself wanting to know everything about him.
And I discovered that those feelings were mutual. He kept asking me questions about my gigantic family and was genuinely interested in knowing about my hobbies. He held our eye contact throughout our conversation and let me tell you I've never seen a more beautiful set of eyes. Hermoine didn't really participate in the talk and resorted to sitting back, enjoying the food and listening to our friendly bantering. Well I wasn't complaining. I have him all to myself. Woah let's not go there girl.
Unfortunately, our little bubble had to be burst again by his phone ringing. He sighed almost regretfully and said "It's my mom, threatening me to come back home. I should leave now or else she's going to have a fit. Although I'm a very grown man, she has a unspoken curfew for me" he finished a wink. "It's been lovely meeting you ladies. And hopeful I've been a great guest". You have no idea. He got up and took his dishes to sink after waving off both mine and Hermoine's protest. Something about a gentleman.
We, then went to the living room and I just stood there with Hermoine while he packed his belongings. I really don't want him to leave. Some privacy would do us good. I side glanced Hermoine and she obviously got the message (had a lot of practice when Ron comes over) and speaks out abruptly "Well this has been very lovely and thank you so much for coming!! But, I'm really knackered and could sleep like a rock right now. I'll meet you later at the cafe". She said this in a single breath which made her intentions quite clear.
But he just chuckled and commented "You're a really bad liar Hermoine". He had a teasing smile on his face. "Anyways I really appreciate the invite and love the welcoming I got" he finished with a wink at me. I blushed while Hermoine just smiled sheepishly and said "Well can't blame a girl for trying". And with that she excused herself to her room, leaving us alone. Finally.
We just stared at each other for a moment and I decided to break the tension and offered to walk him outside. He accepted with a boyish grin. We walked out the apartment in silence, our steps in sync and our minds on each other. Our hands kept brushing each other, giving me butterflies and I desperately wanted to hold his hand. And I did just that. I caught hold of his hand the second it brushed mine and I could see a satisfied smile on his face.I mentally patted myself. We stood in the elevator with our hands entwined, stealing glances at each other from our reflections.
Before we knew we reached the entrance and it was timw to let go of his hand. We stood there with me looking at our hands and him staring at my face. I realised that our time was running out and decided to just give it a go. I was just about to ask him for his number when I heard a 'Sod it' and his lips came crashing down onto mine. I was shook. He's kissing me. He's fucking kissing me!!. I was just about to kiss him back when he pulled back with a horrified look. He stuttered out "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to force-" and I interrupted him by pulling him close by his collar and slamming our lips together again.
It took him only a second to kiss me back. He grabbed my waist and pulled me impossibly close to him. On hand trailing up and down my back while the other one stayed in my hair, pulling on it to bring me more close. My hands were doing the same, the only difference being I had one on his shoulder. I was holding onto him for my dear life because honestly I was completely out of this world. We were still in the building so the people outside on the streets were not getting a show. We pulled back due to lack of air and just stayed there panting with our foreheads touching.
Out of the blue he suddenly said "Harry". What. It took me a second to come out of my daze and ask my thoughts out. He gave me that million dollar smile which just got better with his lustful eyes. "My name. It's Harry" he said. Oh. We looked into each other's eyes and then just burst out laughing. We didn't even introduce ourselves and we snogged each other into oblivion? Well I don't regret it.
"I honestly would be lying if I said this is abnormal. I mean I checked you out, my boss without any shame on our first meeting and also physically fought with you when you showed up at my house and was in a quite an intimate position with you when our friend walked in. Meh your name was the least of my worries" I finished with a mock nonchalant shrug. He was leaning on the wall by time I was finished with my monologue with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
He suddenly yanked me and pushed me against the wall with him leaning over me with both his hands on either side of my face, blocking my escape. Not that I want to escape. He leaned closer, our lips barely brushing and whispered in a low husky voice "Well then what's your name?" . My gaze never left his lips when I retorted "And why would I tell my name to a stranger? ". He smirked causing our lips to touch ever so lightly. Damn I'm already giddy. "Well do strangers do this?" he questioned and not a second later his lips descended on mine again.
This time none of us wasting any time getting our hands busy. It was just as good as the last time, but now he has me pinned against the wall with his body pressed against mine. I let out a low moan when he bit my lip asking for permission to slip his tongue in and I gladly let him. We fought for dominance and I let him win again. Honestly I don't even care anymore. I was on cloud nine. There was moaning and panting with ocassional grinding. Our hands were roaming, grabbing each other's parts which just turned me on more.
What seems like a million years later, but were just a few minutes we pulled apart. Our eyes were closed and we were greedily sucking in air. "It's Ginny" I said, not wanting to part our ways as strangers. He chuckled breathlessly, "Harry and Ginny. I like it" he admitted. He pushed himself off me and pulled out his phone from his back pocket and gave it to me, "Are we close enough to exchange our numbers or are we going too fast?" he sarcastically said. I laughed and took the phone out of his hand and punched in my number and saved it as 'Ginny' with a heart. He called her and she did the same.
"You should probably go before your mum castrates you. I'm starting to like it." she paused while looking down and continued "And by the looks of it, I can see it likes me too". He blushed immensely and tried it covering it up, but gave up after not succeeding. He laughed nervously and said "I should go cause I kinda need them too". I smiled "Yes you do Potter. Now go or else I'll take you up and lock you with me". He followed my advice and walked out of the buliding with a final peck to my lips. He waved at me and then got on his motorcycle and rode away.
I went back to my flat with a huge smile on my face. I kept reminiscing our make out session which just made me feel hot again. I slipped in carefully, not wanting to disturb Hermoine and also because I have to scream into my pillow. Right.Now. I feel like I'll burst out if I keep it in any longer. But of course It's Hermoine. She was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone and looked up at me the minute I walked in. She jumped and rushed to me and started firing questions at me. "What happened?", "What did you talk about?", "Do you like him?", "Did he ask you out?", "Did you guys do anything?". The last question caught me off guard and my hand unconsciously went to my lips. She stopped abruptly and squealed and exclaimed so loudly "You guys kissed?!?".
I slapped a hand on her mouth and shushed her "You will wake the whole apartment up and yes, we kissed." I admitted blushing again. "How was he?". "What no I won't talk about that. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet up sometime. I have good feeling about this Mione". She gushed about us for about an hour until I slipped out using my work as an excuse. I showered, got into my pajamas and brushed my teeth and fell onto my bed, thinking about him all the while.
Harry. His name is Harry. My boss. The guy who I gawked atThe guy whom I spilled coffee on. The Hermoine's friend. The one who snogged me into oblivion.
The man in the line.