Rambling and Dribbles
A/N: Without other inspiration for how the story is to go forward, it has been sent to my Rambling and Dribbles.
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Life is like a box of Chocolates...
A/N: So, an idea that one of my Beta's and I came up with. The general idea is that some chocolates are laces with mild attraction and lust potions. Just enough to get a good snog, or more if the couple feel that strongly for each other. It is meant as a joke and most are told once they take one. Well, one thing leads to another and true feelings come out for my two favorite Gryffindors.
Like the concept, just have no clue how to go forward.
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Chapter 1
November 9, 1996
Hogwarts, Scotland
Hermione pushed her way through the crowd as Lavender and Ron sucked on each others faces to the cheers of many around the room. Just like every time Hermione was hurt, it felt like a knife twisting in his gut. Just a week or two ago he thought Ron had finally gotten up the courage to ask out Hermione, but he had chickened out again. The way they danced around each other was starting to annoy him, he just couldn't do anything about it. Not when she only seemed to have eyes for Ron. Perhaps Harry should find someone else? The thought turned the knife in his gut more. There was a part of him that wanted to beat his 'best mate'.
Instead, he turned just a few seconds behind her and she was already gone. "Bloody hell," he cursed under his breath. He pushed his way to the back. "Katie, did you see which way Hermione went," he asked his dark hair Chaser.
"Towards the portrait," Katie told him.
Harry nodded and started to make his way towards the portrait out of Gryffindor.
A large spread of treats and other stuff had been spread out on a table. Seeing some chocolate truffles, he grabbed a handful, knowing it was about the only candy that Hermione ever got besides sugar quills and licorice every once in a while. He knew it was a hold over from having dentists as parents he assumed. "I would only eat one, two at most. Those are a little decadent," Dean warned him with a huge smile on face.
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry assured Dean as he walked away.
It was quiet outside the common room. It was also close to curfew, so he knew she wouldn't wander far. Question was up or down?
Harry looked both ways. On instinct he went up. The fifth floor was the highest floor in the tower. There were a few old classrooms, the small turret and a closet or to. He heard something from the stairs that led up to the small turret on the side of Gryffindor tower.
Harry found Hermione near the bottom of the stairs on the third floor. Hermione was sniffling as a flock of small birds circled her head. "Are there really birds that green," he asked as he approached.
Hermione jumped and had her wand pointed towards him before she took in who it was. "It's only you, Harry," Hermione said, her shoulders slumping.
"Only me. I can go if you want," he told her, sitting down and holding out a handful of dark chocolate truffles. It was about the only candy he knew Hermione ever got at Honeydukes. "Otherwise I have peace offerings."
"You don't have to go," she told him, taking one of the chocolates and eating it in two bites.
"Good, hadn't really planned on it."
Hermione laughed and elbowed him, before sniffing again. The signs she had been crying were still evident. He had seen the look on her face when Ron and Lavender suddenly started snogging in the middle of the party. Ron had performed wonderfully today, thinking Harry had slipped the Felix Felicis into his drink this morning. He had to admit the luck Ron thought he was feeling had played out in an unexpected way when he stared snogging someone...Lavender had not been the one Harry expected, though.
"So, green birds?" He thought they looked almost the same green as hi eyes.
Hermione looked at them. "Hummingbirds. I saw them when Mum and dad took me to the United States. I had considered Ilvamorny before coming here. One morning, these little ruby-throated hummingbirds showed up on the patio to drink from some feeders while we were eating breakfast."
"Do you regret coming here?" Harry felt a strange flutter in his stomach to think Hermione could not have entered his life.
"Sometimes. Then I think of you, and sometimes Ron, and realize I would have missed all this," she told him.
Hermione took a bite of another truffle. Harry took one and did the same. "These are really good," Hermione stated after a moment. Harry had to agree.
He took in a long breath and closed his eyes. The flowery smell of Hermione's shampoo and the parchment she always used seemed to fill his senses.
Hermione popped the other half of her truffle in her mouth and liked her fingers. "That was the best truffle I think I ever had."
"Yeah," he told her before eating the rest of his. There were two more in his hand. "You doing alright?"
Hermione sighed. "I don't know. Does it feel like this when you look at Ginny?"
Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder and he felt a thrill go through him. He offered one of the other truffles to her. "I don't know. She's cute and all, but I don't think she's really my type."
Hermione giggled. Harry blinked a few times. When did Hermione giggle. He looked down towards her and when he smelled her hair again he had to blink a few times. There was a sudden flush through his body.
"Finally realized that?" Hermione asked
"And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked before he took a bite of the truffle in his hand. Merlin, she smelled good tonight for some reason.
"I mean you don't really like to be the center of attention and Ginny likes it."
Harry snorted. "This is Ginny you are talking about?"
"Yeah."
"The same Ginny that only until recently could seem to put two words together when around me?"
Hermione moved a little closer, her leg against his and the birds started to circle both of them. "She likes you, you prat. Or, well, I am pretty sure he likes the Boy-Who-Lived."
"Oh. I'm not really sure I like her that way though," he said, and it felt a little like a haze was coming over his thoughts. Hermione felt really warm next to him and when she wrapped her arms around his arm, Harry put a hand over hers. How had he never realized how warm she was? Or how nice her hand felt in his?"
"Who do you like," Hermione asked, looking up towards him, her eyes not looking as watery, instead they looked warm and inviting.
"Uhm," he said, as though it was difficult to think while looking into her eyes. "Uhm, what?"
"Who do you like?"
He swallowed. It felt like all those times he had forced his true feelings down were bubbling up. The kiss she had given him on his cheek end of fourth year. The way she was always at his side. How hurt she had looked last year when he said he had kissed Cho. He had only asked Cho out because Hermione didn't seem interested in him. Harry wasn't supposed to be feeling this. Ron liked her and she liked Ron. "Do you like Ron?"
She shrugged. "He's cute, but he isn't you," she told him.
"No, he isn't you," he agreed, his face seeming to drift closer to her. "I mean you you. Not Ron you. I mean, oh, Merlin, I don't know what I mean," he stammered. Her chest was now pressing into his arm as she shifted. Her brown eyes were so deep. They weren't just brown. They had this neat radial design of what looked like spikes of light brown with a ring of bluish grey on the outskirts of her iris. Why hadn't he ever noticed that detail?
"Who do you like," she asked as their faces inched closer together.
"Ron would kill me," he pretested, not sure what he was protesting against. He felt himself getting lost in her eyes. The smell of flowers, parchment, some light perfume, the light smell of mint on her breath...
Her face hardened. "Lavender has claimed Ron, which is good, because I can finally tell the boy I like how I feel."
"And who is that?"
She closed the distance between them and when her lips met his, it was like something clicked and for once he felt like something in his life was going the right way.
He didn't hesitate to meet her kiss, pressing his lips into her and moving to match her slow start. It quickly grew more intense and when she flicked her tongue out, he moved and pulled her into his arms as they suddenly started a desperate snog. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing as she ran her hands up his chest and then into his hair. Their mouths and tongues were attacking each other as though they would never get this chance again.
"Oh! Oh my," a girl suddenly said giggling. He recognized the voice, but couldn't place it in the hormone filled dazed he was in.
Hermione pulled back. "You better go find somewhere else," Hermione growled as she panted for air.
"What are you doing snogging Harry like that!"
Ron's voice cut through the haze and he turned to Ron. "Why shouldn't Hermione be snogging me?"
"She is Hermione! Your best friend. It would be like you kissing Ginny!"
"You are such a hypocrite, Ronald Weasley! Only you can snog someone!"
"Ron, we should go," Lavender said. Harry didn't miss the slight glaze to their eyes. If he could have looked in a mirror he would have seen the same thing.
Ron started to move towards them. "You are the hypocrite Hermione! And you are a bloody prat! Friend indeed."
"Repugno!"
The little humming birds shot towards Ron. Lavender screamed and Ron ducked, pulling Lavender over as the birds shot just over his head and impaled into a door behind him. She was already brandishing her wand again. "Ron, get the hell out of here before I pull my wand," Harry yelled at his friend, getting up and standing over the redhead with his fists clenched.
"Lets go find somewhere else," Lavender said to Ron, pulling him away. Ron looked torn for a moment before he followed the brunette.
Once they were gone, Hermione huffed. "He always ruins everything!"
The blood in his veins was rushing and he felt this blood pulse as his heart beat against his chest. "Hermione, I really like you and don't care about what Ron says."
He turned to see her looking at him. Her wand was at her side and the look she was giving him was so intense he didn't know what to do, except he felt himself pressing hard against his trousers. "You really like me?" Her voice was full of a tenor that was unsure but brought up a desire in him he hadn't really known could be there.
"I have for a long time, but I always thought you and Ron..." he didn't get to finish before she threw herself at him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her hands found their way into his hair. Her mouth crashed into his and he grabbed her hips, pulling her tight into him. He thought he might feel embarrassed as his cock pressed against her midsection. Instead, Hermione moaned into his mouth and he almost felt like he could explode then and there. He pulled her as tight to him as he could, feeling her curves. They desperately kissed like that until they were both breathing hard. They only broke the battle of their tongues when he slipped a hand down to her arse and gripped it. She let out a groan that caused him to shiver.
She pulled back. He hoped he hadn't gone to far, but his body and mind wanted more. "We shouldn't stay here. Someone else could could find us."
Harry was trying to calm down. "We can find a broom closet or classroom, or..."
"Or what," she asked. The look in her eyes caused him to stutter in his breathing. He didn't know what that look was she was giving him, but he would later learn it was lust.
"George and Fred have shown me how to cast a silencing and distraction ward on my bed," he told her. He was so afraid she would balk at the suggestion. Instead, she went up on her toes and kissed him for a few more minutes.
"Will you take me to bed? Then teach me those wards later?"
Harry got a goofy grin on his face that was mirrored on Hermione's. He grabbed her hand and they rushed back up to the common room. The party was still raging and no one mentioned or seemed to notice anything about the messy state of their clothes, or their swollen lips, or the way Hermione pressed into his back so they wouldn't be separated. Or so they thought.
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November 10, 1996
Hogwarts, Scotland
Hermione woke in the dark of a bed with its curtains pulled around it. She had a bit of a head ache. She felt warm, safe and sighed as the smell of broom polish, a scent of pine and musk. It was so pleasant she was almost lulled her back to sleep. That was until she felt something move across her stomach and then it brushed the bottom of her chest. It sent an electric thrill through her that suddenly brought back images of last night.
Harry had fumbled trying to get her bra off and she had giggled as he kept kissing her neck and collar bone while trying. The groans he had made when she had tentatively explored his manhood had soaked her panties. Harry's hands inside her panties and the way she had dug her nails into his arms as he found a way to give her maybe the third real orgasm she had had in her life were vivid in her mind.
Like all girls, she had explored her own body, and found somethings she liked, but was always too afraid to really give herself that much pleasure. After last night, she was pretty sure she wouldn't deny herself that again.
She shifted and moved her legs a little. She was soar, but feeling Harry inside her... Merlin, she didn't know she could feel that way. It hurt the first time and they were definitely not in sink and she definitely hadn't had an orgasm. He had been sweet though, and tried to make it good for her, but Harry had already brought her to that point once so it had been his turn. She knew it would probably be that way the first time. The second time had been better. She had come frustratingly close to an orgasm that time. The third time, she had climbed on him in the middle of the night and it had been mind blowing. Harry had called out her name a few times- she was pretty sure she had done the same- as she rocked her hips as her own orgasm had ripped through her body.
Now he had his arm around her as she was spooned against him. His hand was resting against the underside of the swell of her modest tits. Harry had seemed to like them. He had seemed to really like her chest with how much he had kissed, played and sucked on them. Her body tingled to remember what happened.
As she really thought about it, she suddenly realized she was in bed with Harry Potter! Her best friend! And after last night, she didn't want to leave his arms.
"Merlin, what did we do," she asked quietly to the semi-darkness.
The enormity of the situation started to really hit her. She was in bed with Harry and they had slept with each other and had sex three times... she tried to recall everything... yeah, three times she was pretty sure. She felt sore enough to believe it.
A small panic shot through her for a second as she realized Harry hadn't used any protection until she remembered he had cast a sperm killer spell.
Hermione relaxed and melted into him. She was sure that once he woke, everything would go to Hell in a hand basket, but until then, she could indulge herself in a fantasy that had plagued her for years. She was also seventeen, so sleeping with a boy shouldn't be a big deal. Right?
As she thought that, she knew it was a big deal. Since he had shown interest in Cho and not asked her to the Yule Ball, she had suppressed all her feelings for him. She was happy that Viktor had saved her that year, but she had cried later that night to know that she wasn't the one Harry would miss most...
"Are you awake," Harry's voice came to her ear and she started with a small scream.
He backed away. "'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Hermione. I don't know what came over me last night," he started.
She grabbed his arm and pulled his hand back to her stomach. Just another moment of him this close before she knew he would throw her away. "Harry, I don't know what happened either, but can we just stay this way for another moment or two?"
His whole body was stiff as a board for a moment before she felt him relax. "You don't want to run away?"
Harry sounded so uncertain, but she thought she heard a gruffer need for her too. She wiggled to press her body against his. "Not unless you want me to," she told him. Why was she doing this? Why did she still have this attraction to him. If she wasn't so sore she might try to seduce him. Merlin! What was wrong with her?
Harry took a long moment to answer. "I really don't want you too," he said in soft whisper.
Her heart started to pound against her rib cage. This couldn't be real! In a moment she would wake, her hands between her legs and fantasizing about this again. He felt so warm and real. Her bare skin was pressing against his and she felt goose pimples rising around his hand on her stomach as her body anticipated him touching her elsewhere again. "I really don't want to move either," she whispered back.
His strong arm tightened and he pressed his hand into her firm stomach. She had no choice but stay in shape to keep up with him.
It was a few minutes before he asked, "What does this mean? And what happened to us last night?"
She wove her fingers between his. "Do you like me, Harry? I mean really like me, more than just a friend?"
Harry nuzzled his face into her bushy hair. "I was always too afraid of telling you. I am not someone that anyone should really date."
She squeezed his hand hard. "Oh, Harry, you are so deserving of a good girlfriend and some happiness."
"Does this mean you want to be my girlfriend?"
Something in her stomach fluttered and her heart beat so hard against her chest she didn't know how it didn't break her ribs. "Don't joke about that, Harry."
"I'm not," he said seriously. She shuffled enough to turn over onto her back. He was using his arm and hand to prop his head up. She was exposed to him from their hands up, but he didn't act like almost every other teen boy probably would. Instead of taking in her lithe form and perky nipples, he just looked into her eyes. "Hermione, I really don't know what happened to drive us to what we did last night. All I know is that I have you here and I don't want you to leave."
She didn't see any lie in his eyes. She searched, his face, his body, to see if there was any hint of a lie. After a moment she chastised herself. Harry never lied to her and he rarely stated what he wanted. She knew his relatives had treated him poorly and he always locked everything away, except those few times he had truly told her how he was feeling and what he wanted. This was one of those rare time.
"You would be my boyfriend?"
"If you want," he told her. Merlin, even now he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness and desires if she told him she didn't want this.
A smile broke her face. "You would do this with me again?"
The goofy grin she so rarely saw on his face lit her day up. "I could be convinced," he teased.
"Good," she said before letting his hand go and pulling him down for a kiss. It was deep, full of feeling and she moaned when he dared to run a hand up her midsection and ghost over her left breast. She pulled back and he pulled is hand away. She groaned. "Why did you stop?"
He grinned. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, my boyfriend."
His grin turned into a smile that melted something inside her. "I mean like real boyfriend and girlfriend. I want to hold your hand and let others know you are with me."
She giggled, never having seen him like this before. "Only if I get to snog you if Ron is a prat again."
Harry chuckled. "Sure." He leaned down and kissed her again. When he started to let hand roam again, she had to stop him when it wandered close to her crotch.
"I really enjoyed last night, but I don't think I can at the moment. What time is it," she asked. Harry pecked her lips, not pushing her.
He reached under his pillow and took out his wand. With a flick he nodded. "Close to ten," he told her.
She blinked. They never slept in this late. Well, Harry never slept this late and she almost always met him early in the morning to walk to breakfast with him. "Have you been up for long?"
He smiled. "I actually slept in this morning. It was maybe ten minutes before I felt you moving."
She smirked. "We should get up. I am surprised no one has come looking for you yet."
This seemed to sober him. "Those wards Fred and George taught me must be stronger than I thought." Harry sighed and flopped down next to her. The bad was just wide enough for them to lay like this. "Hermione, I really want you to be my girlfriend."
"Good, because I am," she spoke up, sensing that he was starting to backtrack.
She rolled onto her side so she could see him. A smile spread his face before he looked a little sad. "I want to tell everyone, but I'm not sure we should," he told he morosely.
Her answering sad smile of understanding said volumes for how much she understood this naked boy besides her. She reached over and did something she never thought she would, or that Harry would let her. Her hand brushed aside his hair on his forehead and she traced the scar. He didn't even stiffen, instead relaxed like she had never felt him before.
"Harry, I understand if you want to hide us. I don't want to though. We know He is back. You-Know-Who is hunting for me as much as he is you. I think you've already given so much to those that don't deserve it. Maybe you should just be happy for once. Just be Harry," she said in a soothing voice.
She took her hand off his forehead. When his green eyes opened she felt a flush rush through her to see the intensity in them. "I think you have been the only one to really see me for who I am."
"Well, not always, but once I got to know you," she told him truthfully. There may have been a small amount of hero-worship that first month or so first year, but after the troll, she had truly gotten to know and love this boy.
His stomach growled and she giggled. "Hungry?"
"You have no idea," he told her. He shifted and she giggled again as he kissed her. It was a half hour late that she finally found most of her clothes at the end of the bed, put on what she could and Harry put his invisibility cloak into her hands.
Making sure the dorm room was clear, she promised to meet him in about a half-hour and to head down to the kitchens. Hermione had to admit she was hungry too.
She was able to slip down the stairs, through the common room and up to her dorm. There had been some people. A few older years were lounging in the common room looking as though they had had too much partying last night, but the tower was empty on the whole.
After throwing Harry's cloak on the bed, she couldn't keep from squealing, even if it hurt her head. It was so unlike her, but she had spent to much time around her roommates to not act a girl sometimes.
Grabbing some clothes, and a new bra- she would have to find the other one later- she turned towards the door to find Lavender there. Hermione froze. The girl looked happy, but tired. "And where were you last night?"
Hermione couldn't keep her flush down. "Out," she responded cryptically.
Lavender stepped in and winced when a ray of light got her eye. "Ah, drinking and having those damned sweets of Dean's is awful today." Something clinked in Lavenders pockets as she reached into them. "So, did you just find someplace to snog Harry and fall asleep on him, or did you sleep with him?"
"That is none..." She stopped to see the look from Lavender.
"Dean told me he put out some joke candy from the Weasley's. Something with an attraction and lust potion in it. I knew I had a crush on Ron, but I never thought I snog himi in the middle of the commong room or sleep with him on our first night," Lavender told her holding out two potions.
Hermione's eyes went wide. "What joke candy?"
"Something the Weasley's just came out with. If you eat them, and really like the one you share them with, well, you get a taste for how you both feel for each other. Dean said if you don't like each other or are just into each other's bodies, then nothing happens. If you do like each other, well, you should only eat one or two, because once the lust potion kicks in, well, you know," she said. "Take these. I assume you spent the night with Harry, so you either have a huge headache from the potions, or are very sore also."
Hermione's flush crept onto her neck. "Oh, Merlin. I slept with him because of a lust potion," she asked horrified.
Lavender chuckled and then winced. "Yeah, that hurts too. Hermione, you and Harry would have only been kissing the way you were if you really liked each other. Katie and Nick tried them, and well, let's say it had no effect and they broke up."
She blinked. "Oh," she said. She had been uncertain about how Harry felt, but she knew the twins knew their potions and jokes. "He really does like me."
Lavender chuckled again. "Harry doesn't strike me as the type to get up a girl's skirt just because he could. If he was, I know half the girls in the castle would have had him by now. Now take these. I want to lay down for an hour before I meet Ron. I ate three of those truffles and gave at least one to Ron. I think it was one. It could have been more. Anyways, that classroom we found was really uncomfortable to sleep on the floor."
"What are they?"
"A pain relief and a after-morning drew. I have no clue if we used any contraceptive spells or not and the monthly potion doesn't always work, especially if other potions are involved. That's what mum says. I am never having more than one shot in the future." Lavender went to her bed and flopped onto it.
Hermione looked at the vials. She knew Harry had thought of it. She was on the monthly potion. Her mother was a dentist, but she was a medical professional too, and had insisted Hermione start the potions the brief two months she had semi-dated Krum.
"Thank you," she said to Lavender before downing both potions.
"Any time. You know Pav and I always have your back. I'm sorry if you liked Ron, but you didn't seem to be making any moves on him."
Hermione snorted. "I only liked Ron because I didn't think Harry liked me."
"Good. I really like Ron and, Merlin!, Hermione. I had no clue a boy could be that long and it felt so nice," Lavender said, a small smile creeping onto the girl's face.
Hermione had her own smile. "Yeah," was all she said. At least she now understood what happened and she would need to talk with Harry later, and curse Dean when she saw him... or hug him. She wasn't sure which yet.
Lavender looked towards her. "I only really remember this morning. How was it with Harry?"
Hermione was still smiling. "Maybe I'll tell you later. I need to meet Harry soon."
The lecherous grin Lavender gave her made Hermione flush. "I want to hear all of it, and what ever else you get up to today."
"Ah, we'll see," she didn't make any promises to Lavender.
Lavender groaned as she shifted. Hermione felt her pain today, though she had thought Lavender had lost her virginity to Dean last year.
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Gryffindor Common room, Hogwarts, Scotland
Harry had joined Dean and Seamus, as well as a few of the sixth and seventh year boys on the couches and chairs by the fire place as he waited for Hermione. His head hurt some and the shadows over here where nice. All those around him seemed to feel the same.
"How much fire whiskey did we go through last night," Ramone Hastings asked. He was a large seven year with a round face.
"I don't know yet, but I am going to need to do another collection after last night," Dean spoke up.
"You better do that soon. I only counted a little over ten galleons in the party bag," Seamus replied.
Dean nodded. "Where is McLaggen? He's supposed to have the pain and sober up potions."
"He was still in bed when I came down," Justin Benshaw answered. He was a bean pole of a boy with short sandy hair.
"I just want this headache to go away," Harry told them.
"Speaking of which, how did it go with Granger? I figure that was who you were chasing out the door," Dean asked.
Harry looked at the boy. There was something in the way Dean spoke and thinking of what he had said last night that made Harry uneasy. "You didn't spike those chocolates or anything?"
The smirk on the dark skin boy's face had Harry sitting up. "I didn't, but they were from Weasley Wheezing Wizzes. Thought it might liven things up."
A few of the older boys chuckled. "Oh, it did that. Nick's face has a huge bruise were Katie decked him."
Dean and Seamus laughed. "Katie is a good woman. I warned Nick not to go out with her just to get into her panties," Ramone added.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, that's right. You missed the show. Nick and Katie tried some of the chocolates and within five minutes, they were still looking at each other. If they really liked each other they should have been snogging and looking like octopus mating like Ron and Lavender," Seamus told him.
Harry's eyes went wide. "You mean the truffles I took?"
Dean smirked. "Yeah. How many did you take? You are only supposed to have one or two."
He groaned. "Seven, I think. What was in them?"
"An attraction potion. Let's you know if the one you share them with really likes you or not. If you do, well, then there is a diluted lust potion. It's supposed to be an hour or two of fun and groping, but that is all. No clue what happens if you have seven," Dean said, laughing at the expression on Harry's face.
His mouth was open. Hermione had only slept with him because of a lust potion? He insides started to match his head.
"Harry, I don't think it's what you are thinking. Granger would have only snogged you if you the both of you really liked each other. George was telling me they learned their lesson with the love potions after a Ministry worker tried to fine them. Apparently he had been dosed and wound in the wrong woman's bed. Now they only deal with attraction potions," Dean told him.
"I have a feeling more than one couple was made last night." Justin nodded to a dark hair girl that was snogging Colin Creevey.
"Is that Romilda Vane?"
"The boy's got good taste."
A few younger students came down the stairs and made faces at the display. Harry laughed a little. It wasn't long ago he would have done the same.
"So, did you get with Granger?" Seamus enquired.
Harry tried to keep a straight face. "We talked," Harry replied.
Dean chuckled. "That's not the way Lavender described it this morning. She said Ron and her found you two sucking faces."
Harry's cheeks felt warm. "We may have kissed."
"Did she make it back to her bed? I noticed some funky wards on your side of the room this morning," Dean pressed.
Harry did everything he could to fight down the heat that wanted to rise. "What I do with Granger is between the two of us."
All the other boys had knowing grins and Harry was saved by Hermione coming down the stairs. Dean winked at him. "I put the bra I found at the foot of your bed in your trunk this morning."
Harry couldn't keep from feeling hotter than he could remember. He got up and walked to Hermione as the group of boys chuckled or laughed. She gave him a questioning look. "Not here," he whispered.
She looked passed him to the boys, who were all looking towards Hermione and him. Hermione took his hand. "Do you want everyone to know about us?" she asked.
It was something he wanted very much, but was afraid of it too, with who was waiting for him outside the castle. "Yeah, he said after a moment."
"Do you trust me?"
"Always."
Hermione moved in, pushed up on her toes and soundly kissed him until a few whistles or cat calls came. He thought he might be embarrassed, but with Hermione, he felt more like hitting them.
When she stepped back, she flashed the boys a huge smile. "Dean, thank you."
Dean nodded his head. "My pleasure."
"Oh, and Dean," she said sweetly. The smile froze on Dean's face. "You ever give Harry and I something like that again, I can find much more interesting potions to use on you."
The smile on Dean's face dissipated to see the fierce look from Harry's girlfriend. Harry smiled. Hermione was his girlfriend. When the others around Dean started to laugh, Hermione turned her stare to them. "That goes for anyone of you."
The laughed died to uncertain chuckles.
Harry took her hand. "Before you get us into trouble," he told her, pulling her towards the portrait.
"I am not the one usually getting us into trouble," she huffed.
"No, you never brewed illegal potions or gotten into fights," she smirked.
She eyed him. "I never got us into trouble for any of that."