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Harry had a brilliant plan. A sort of, payback if you please. He was going to scare the living shit out of Hermione.

Now, the mayo incident wasn't exactly terrifying for Harry, but it was definitely startling, and he had enjoyed it much too much. So therefore, he had to get Hermione back.

Of course he'd come up with this plan while not doing any paperwork in his office all afternoon. Being Head of the Auror Department wasn't always as hectic as you would think. At least once a week Harry would be sitting in his office with nothing to do… but scheme.

Most paper work was done on Mondays, so that all the Aurors could be out on new assignments at the beginning of the week. And since today was a Friday, it was just one of those slow days before the weekend.

So now Harry was ready, poised outside his second floor window to shoot off on his broom to Hermione's flat. Yes, apparating would be faster, but like the excuse to ride the train home, he didn't mind spending time just looking around and enjoying himself a while, instead of rushing around everywhere and missing the littler pleasures of life.

Plus, he needed his broom for his plan to scare Hermione, he needed to be able to float by her fourth floor flat's window.

Follow you home, you've got your headphones on and you're dancing

Harry had perched himself outside Hermione's bedroom window, it was about 9 o'clock now, so she might just be reading in her room by now. Harry now wondered if he could do this. It was quite mean after all.

He pulled out the fake Death Eaters mask he had planed to wear when he blew through her window to surprise her, but now he was having second thoughts. This might really scare her. Though she was not an Auror like Harry, she was still connected to him; to her this could be a real scare for her. I don't want to hurt her Harry thought to himself.

He peered into Hermione's window to see if she was in there reading like he had suspected, now really thinking he couldn't go through with this joke. But once his eyes met the scene before him, all thought of a prank fell from his mind.

Hermione was obliviously listening to music in her bedroom, a band called Maroon 5. Harry knew it was her favourite.

He'd grown to love the band too, because of the way the music made her dance. It was fun and exhilarating, but also sexy and seductive. But of course anything Hermione did Harry thought was some game of seduction.

Hermione was very glad that this week was over, she'd been so overstressed with work, and seeing Harry everyday was not helping her levels of …er 'stress'. Ever since the 'mayo incident' as Hermione was calling it, she couldn't keep her mind off of him. At the time, licking a spot of mayonnaise off of a friend's face didn't seem so inappropriate, but now thinking back, this did add a little bit of tension between the two.

She wasn't sure how Harry was interpreting the gesture, but it was sure that the memory of his soft lips oh so close to hers, was leaving some tension between her legs.

So now that her day was nearly over with, she went into her bedroom and stripped off her confining trousers, Hermione was never really a fan on pants in the first place, leaving her in her knickers, button down blouse and cashmere sweater. She tossed her pants on her bed, getting ready to play her favourite CD.

Dancing around the room before even putting 'Songs About Jane' into her CD player, she was ready to let loose a little.

Got lucky, beautiful shot you're taking everything off

Watch the curtains wide open

Oh my god. Hermione is nearly naked. I can't prank her now. Harry thought frantically to himself. As the realization that pranking was no longer an option filed into Harry's brain, nearly all other thoughts fell out of it.

Hermione had walked over to her stereo and was bending over to turn it on. Harry had a sudden flash back of two weeks ago when he got to touch that glorious bum of hers, and now he was getting to see it, bare before his eyes.

Okay, well not quite bare, but through a yellow lacy pair of booty-short knickers, which might he add, made her ass look amazing.

While Harry's eyes glazed over; lost in thought, he saw a distant movement. Which wasn't all that distant, he realized, from where he hovered on his Firebolt just outside Hermione's bedroom window.

He heard the familiar beat of Maroon 5 coming from within the room, and Hermione's bum, moving up and down while still bent over the stereo adjusting the volume.

"I was so high I did not recognize the fire burning in her eyes, the chaos that controlled my mind. Whispered goodbye, got on a plane, never to return again, but always in my heart." Harry heard Hermione half sing along with Adam. With each beat of the song Hermione's thigh tensed as she padded her foot on the floor to the beat of the music.

Then you fall in the same routine

Flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining

Harry was hypnotized by Hermione's in creasing movements. Just a moment ago she was only tapping her foot but by the time she was full out singing "This love has taken its toll on me, she said goodbye too many times before!" She was shaking her hips slowly back and forth and dancing around her room. Of course since this was Maroon 5, Hermione was dancing around very sensually.

Harry was trying to pry his eyes away from his best friends gyrating body, but he just couldn't keep his eyes off her long, lean legs that were so beautifully bared to him. They seemed pretty muscled for someone he had no knowledge of working out.

Definitely strong enough to wrap around my waist and hold herself while I ram her into a wall, panting… moaning… Oh Merlin, stop it stop it stop it! Harry hit himself in the head, the power from his own hit knocking him upside down on his broom. Feeling like an idiot, for knocking himself nearly off his own broom, Harry used his Quidditch toned arms to easily pull himself upright again.

When he peered into the window again, the song had changed and it was a slower, and if possible, sexier beat. Hermione had pulled her sweater over her head and flung it onto her bed, leaving her hair mussed and even closer to nudity. Harry's heart sped up at this realization. He tried to tear his eyes away from the amazing woman in front of him, but that became an impossible thought when her dainty fingers started unbuttoning her crisp white blouse.

After belting out "This Love" by the best band in the whole of the muggle world, Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Harry. Thinking about Harry always starts with his adorable smile and startling eyes, but then ends up with his strong jaw bone, tanned skin, rippling muscles. Hermione shook her head. She had seen every part of Harry, except for the one that meant the most. Yes of course Harry's face and heart were important as well, but she'd seen his face, and heard his heart, the one thing she wanted, and now felt like she needed, to see of Harry was tucked away from her eyes forever. She and Harry were best friends, and she'd never ruin that by forcing herself upon him.

Sometimes though, it seemed like he might just feel the same way she did, but she always dismissed that thought quickly. Turning her attention to a less complicated feeling, lust.

Merlin, she just wanted to let all the tension go. So Hermione started to unbutton her blouse, clothes could be so restricting. After chucking the offending garment into the pile of clothes collecting on her bed, Hermione went back to her stereo to drown out her lustful feelings. Dancing in your underwear always helped clear the mind, if only for a little while.

Harry had reached panting status. Hermione had just shucked her top and now was bouncing around in her lacy yellow knickers and just the matching bra. Harry guessed that she must be around a D cup. Hermione's breasts were large, but not gigantic, and they were all natural. Harry pictured himself trying to enclose one in his large calloused hand, and his pants got a little tighter.

Harry was mesmerized by Hermione's entire body, watching it moving rhythmically to the sound of the music that filled the inside her apartment. He leaned on his broom to nearly press his face against the glass of Hermione's window when his hands slipped from their hold on the broom and he fell forward. Trying to catch himself and avoid the four story fall, Harry grabbed for whatever his hands could hold onto, that just happened to he Hermione's window sill. The momentum from his fall sent Harry's body smashing into the side of the brick building with a loud thump. "Urggggh" Harry groaned as his stomach and chest protested the pain from the impact.

Once Harry's head came back to him, he realized that the music inside Hermione's bedroom had stopped. He panicked, grabbing his wand from his pocket, now dangling from the window sill with one hand he called his broom back to him. Just as he felt the familiar wood of his trusty Firebolt touch the soles of his feet Hermione's window opened.

Quickly Harry let go of the window sill and stood precariously on the shaft of his broom just below Hermione's window. He held his breath.

"Hello?" Harry heard Hermione's voice call from less than a foot above his head. Harry was trying desperately to think of and excuse as to why he was lurking outside her bedroom window, for he was surely about to get caught. When he remembered his invisibility cloak, it must have fallen with his broom stick!

He grasped his wand and whispered the words "Accio cloak".

Hermione shifted above him, about to look down, Harry's forehead beaded with sweat, just when he thought it was too late, he felt the silky fabric of his invisibility cloak fly up into his hand, he threw it over himself and the broom, not caring how much noise it caused, he was as good as gone now.

Harry kicked off from the side of the building and flew madly into the night. Gasping for air the whole time.

"Well that's odd." Hermione said out loud. "I could have sworn I heard someone out here."

And you think you're alone...

This update if for my best friend Tyler, the only person that keeps pushing me on to write.

Love yah boy.

I hope to finish this baby soon, but you know, it's always really hard to end things. If you know the lyrics, you can guess how it will end, somewhat. So if you know the lyrics or not, give me some ideas?! Where would you like to see it go? Review it up!

- PerfectPotter