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"Urggg!" Harry yelled at his alarm clock as it wailed in order to wake him up for work. It had been a rather restless night, as usual. "I don't know how much longer I can live without sleep" he moaned to himself as he rubbed the sleep out of his bloodshot eyes.
Hermione was in much the same predicament as Harry, aching head, bloodshot eyes, and even an aching wrist. "Damn him," Hermione cursed as she magically dried her hair and started to get dressed for her work day. Suddenly she remembered the cheeky little banter she had with Harry the previous day, after that wonderful…erm, favor, yes favor he did for her, that was all. "Anyways" she thought as she shook those memories out of her head. "He asked me out to lunch… he said date!" she thought excitedly to herself, "But, we were only being cheeky, calm down Hermione he was probably just joking, you know you set yourself up for that one" she sighed. "Still it wouldn't hurt to try to look nice for him, incase were going out to lunch… just as friends."
She turned to her wardrobe, clad in just a simple black cotton bra with lace details, and the matching knickers. Now, she wanted it to look just like any other day at the office, so she still chose a suit, but one with a skirt that was just a little too short, and chose to not wear a camisole underneath her white button up shirt. "Ah, yes this may just catch his attention" she thought as she examined herself in the mirror. You could slightly see the black lace of her bra through the white cotton of the shirt.
She finished off the look with a touch of eyeliner and mascara. She tousled her long waterfall of chestnut curls, which fell to her chest, and pursed her lips in the mirror. "Yes, this is just what I needed." And with that she was out the door and on her way to work.
Harry walked through the hall of the Magical Law Enforcement floor, it was the department in which Hermione worked. Her job was re-writing and changing magical laws, her most enjoyed work was with the Muggle Protection laws, since she was brought up muggle, these hit close to home and she felt the need to protect the defenseless. Harry thought this job was perfect for her compassionate nature but it also used her drive to get things done and done right.
It was about eleven thirty and Harry was anxious as he slowly made his way to Hermione's office. He'd asked Hermione out to lunch yesterday, but he wasn't sure if she thought he was serious or not. He had said it to her during a cheeky banter therefore it may have just been a joke. It was in the sense he had said it, but now he really hoped she had taken him seriously.
He took a deep breath to help his courage as he swung into her open doorway. She was sitting behind her desk reading a report. She absentmindedly tapped her quill against the desk and bit her lip as she read. Harry knocked on the wooden doorframe to get her attention. As she looked up at him her teeth let her plump bottom lip fall out of their grasp, leaving it puffy and slightly red, like she had just been kissed quite thoroughly, he swallowed thickly before speaking.
"Okay Harry, pull our self together, you can do this"
"Hey 'Mione, it's nearly noon, you still up for lunch?" he asked her.
She looked a little surprised but recovered quickly, "Sure Harry what were you thinking?"
He pondered a moment. Of course while he was stressing about her answer he forgot to even think of a place they might go to eat this lunch he was so looking forward too, even if they were just going as friends. But now that didn't even seem possible since he couldn't think of a fucking place to go. "Well, let's play the honesty card, she seems pretty passive so far."
"Uhm, well actually 'Mi, I don't really know many places to eat," Oh! Make it seem like your letting her choose because she has better judgment, flattery is always good Potter. "And I'm sure you have much better taste than me, so why don't you pick out a place?"
"Sure Harry, I think I know a place, when do you want to go?" She answered happily.
"Well, I just have to deliver this file to Kingsley and grab my jacket, so I'll be back in fifteen?"
"Sounds perfect" she said with a smile. Harry answered with his own smile and turned out of the doorway to deliver his paper so he could get back here as quickly as he could.
Hermione was elated. Ahhhhhh! He did actually want to go. She thought to herself after he left. Her smile was so big her cheeks started to ache from the effort. She knew the perfect little deli they could go to for sandwiches. It also had little booths to sit in so they could have some private time together. Oh this was going to be perfect.
She packed away her work and quickly touched up her make-up in the mirror.
Harry and Hermione apparated to a quaint little deli café. Hermione loved this place because of its private booths. If this was going to be a real date, she wanted to allow some privacy, maybe it would make her bolder.
"This place has the best sandwiches. I come here at least once a week for a chicken club." Hermione said smiling as they walked up to the establishment.
"Well if you like it, I'm sure it's going to be fantastic." Harry replied with a smile of his own. He opened the door and motioned for Hermione to step in first. Harry did this on a regular basis, but today Hermione was grasping to make anything intimate about this little lunch date.
The two of them sat down in a booth near the back of the café. A server almost immediately showed up to take their orders.
"Oh, hey Hermione! How are you? Who's your friend?" the waitress said as she nudged Hermione in the shoulder suggestively. She went a little pink before answering.
"Christine," Hermione ground out, "this is Harry Potter my…" she stuttered a bit. Do I say friend? Or date? I don't want to freak him out by saying date if it's not really, but then again, I don't want to say friend and have him think I'm not interested. Oh god damn it Christine!!!
"..best friend." She decided to finish sadly.
"Oh well, pleasure to meet you Harry." Christine extended her hand and Harry shook it.
"You too Christine." Harry answered.
Sensing Hermione's discomfort, she quickly slipped back into waitress mode. "So, the usual Hermione?" She asked hoping to spring some life back into her favourite customer.
"Uhm, yes please." Hermione answered.
"Alright, and for you Harry?"
"I'll have 'Mione's usual, thanks."
Hermione perked up at this. She looked across the table to see Harry's smiling face. She couldn't help but smile back. Christine walked away to get their meals and Hermione and Harry were once again alone.
There was a bit of awkward silence and Hermione wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Harry saved the day.
"So, 'Mi, if you don't mind me asking, how's your arse today?" he asked with a smirk.
Damn him. Hermione thought as she turned beet red at the memory of yesterday's events.
"It's much better," she choked out, "still bruised a bit though."
"Well, I guess that can be expected. I'm really sorry for knocking you down though babe." Harry said, his emerald eyes filled with true compassion as he reached across the table to grab her hand.
Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Harry looked up from their now entwined hands and into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. God she's so beautiful. Harry thought to himself. Hermione shifted in her seat and Harry's eyes began to wander. He looked from her eyes to her full pink lips which whispered, "Don't worry Harry, I'm fine."
His eyes continued to travel from her lips to her smooth pale neck to her shirt covered chest where he could see right through to her black lacy bra. Oh no, not now damn it. He thought as he swallowed thickly. God, she's so perfect, and she's teasing me too. It's not very Hermione like to be so exposed, she's doing this to me on purpose I swear. Harry tried to calm down his hormones and looked back up to Hermione's eyes which were glazed over slightly.
Oh my Gods, he's holding my hand, and being so tender and caring, I'm going to melt right off this seat. Hermione thought as she looked up from their intertwined hands into his emerald green eyes. Her eyes travelled down to his full oh-so-kissable lips. Gods I want to kiss him. She willed her eyes down to his exposed neck and longed to nip at it, hear him moan all because of her. She continued down to his strong chest. Why is his shirt so fucking tight? Is he trying to make me jump him? Knowing that bastard he probably is. Hermione thought with an inward groan.
"Here you go…" Christine's awkward voice entered her ears. She dropped Harry's hand like it burned her and looked up at Christine.
"Oh," she cleared her throat, "thanks Chris."
"No problem," she answered looking back and forth between Harry and Hermione, with a questioning look. "Call me if you need anything." She said as she walked away with a knowing smirk.
Ugh, she lives to embarrass me. Hermione sighed to herself.
"So this is the infamous chicken club is it?" Harry asked, bringing her out of her reverie.
"Why, yes it is Harry."
"Well, let's dig in."
Harry put the sandwich straight up to his mouth for a bite when Hermione exclaimed "Harry no!"
"What!?" Harry yelped in surprise and fear.
"You need to dip it in the mayo first, jeez!" Hermione said with a giggle.
"Oh…" Harry said very relieved. "you scared the crap out of me 'Mi, jeez!"
She laughed, "Sorry, but it's just not right without it."
"Alright if you insist." Harry said as he quite overtly dipped the corner of his chicken club into the little cup of mayonnaise and took a bite. Hermione laughed at his stupid antics, but that was just Harry being goofy, and she loved it.
Must you make me laugh so much?
Its bad enough we get along so well
Hermione watched as his teeth sank down into his first bite.
"Mmmm!" Harry moaned at the taste.
"See, I told you there fantastic, fresh made here, I love it." Hermione said.
"I never doubted you my dear." Harry said after he swallowed. Thank Merlin he doesn't talk with his mouth full. Hermione mused to herself.
Just then she saw it. A little dollop of mayo on the corner of Harry's mouth. He was clearly oblivious to it, as he just kept eating and mumbling about how good it tasted.
Hermione had a love for mayonnaise, yes it has supposed to be horrifically fattening, yet she ate it all the time and it had no such effect on her. She made Harry eat it because she could never eat a sandwich without it. And now, she watched a tangy dollop of it go to waste, she just had to save it.
Harry was chatting about something Hermione wasn't listening to as she motioned to her lips as if to tell him to wipe his mouth. Harry just kept rambling, and smiling, still oblivious. Hermione leaned over the small table and kissed the side of Harry's mouth to catch the wayward mayo in between her lips. Harry immediately stopped talking and froze. Hermione gave the corner of his mouth one last lick before she sat back down in her seat across from him.
Holy shit, what the fuck is she doing?! Harry's mind shouted. She's sort of kissing me isn't she? Why is it so off to the side? I'm so confused. But oh Merlin I can feel her tongue. Just as Harry was about to turn his head to kiss her properly, hoping that this was some sort of sign, she sat back down and wiped her mouth.
He stared at her open-mouthed and dumbfounded.
"Oh sorry Harry, there was a bit of mayonnaise on your mouth. I couldn't let it go to waste could I?" She asked him saucily.
"No, I wouldn't dream of it." Harry replied still in shock.
Hermione looked down at her watch to hide her gigantic smile of triumph. Yes! This must be a sign, he's all flustered and even blushing. What a cutie.
She focused on the numbers reading from her watch, it was nearly 1:30, they needed to get back to work.
She looked back up at Harry and said, "Oh Harry, we're going to be late."
"Harry reached for his wallet and threw some money on the table. Hermione reached into her purse to pay her share when Harry grabbed her hand, "Don't even think about it." He said and pulled her out of the café.
Say goodnight and go
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