1Chapter 2- An Atypical Morning
Harry was woken up by the sounds of Ginny getting ready for work. Hungry, he dragged his feet into the kitchen to get something to eat. As he buttered his toast, Ginny gasped.
"What the hell happened here?!" Harry looked to where she was pointing, only to see the two holes in the wall from the previous night.
"I had a bad night," he coolly replied.
"There are two holes in the damn wall!"
"Okay, I had a really bad night. Sue me," Harry said with a hint of humor. Ginny folded her arms; she wasn't going to accept that.
"They better be fixed when I get home," she demanded. Harry nodded, and she walked out the front door. After he was sure that she was gone, Harry ran to his bedroom and knocked on the door. Hermione opened it up and flung herself into Harry's arms.
"Rough night?" he asked, enjoying the sight of Hermione wearing one of his old Quidditch tees.
"That's the understatement of the century," she replied. "Do I smell bacon?" Harry gestured to the kitchen, and Hermione ran quite eagerly. Harry followed her and grabbed his share before she ate all of it. They ate their breakfast in silence, both too hungry to waste time on small-talk.
"Hey, Hermione, can we talk? We never really got around to it before."
"Sure. Why not?" she shrugged, clearing the table. "Talking's good."
"I was thinking about-"
"If this is about-"
"No, not...him," Harry said. Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "I was going to ask you why you left."
"Well, I was tired of his behavior, and-"
"No," he interrupted. "I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about why you left after Hogwarts."
"Oh. To be honest, I really don't know why I did. Everyone was telling me how happy I'd be with him, and I believed them."
"Not everyone. I asked you to stay."
"And I should have listened to you. Leaving...it was the hardest thing I ever did."
"It broke my heart."
"Broke mine, too. But I was eighteen and stupid. The biggest mistake I of my life was leaving you that night. I've regretted it ever since," Hermione said.
"Why didn't you come back, then?"
"I was scared that-"
"That I'd moved on?" Hermione nodded.
"Well, you are with Ginny." Harry shook his head at that.
"It's very on-off. I only got with her because, after you left, I had nowhere else to turn. Everyone was saying how good we looked together. I couldn't exactly say no after you and him ran off."
"I know."
"One last thing: why were you so surprised when you found out about Ginny? Don't give me that look, I saw your reaction." Hermione was silent, taking deep breaths. "Hermione?"
"I was surprised because...because...oh, to hell with it! I still love you! Is that what you were expecting?"
"Well, not exactly, no," Harry said. Hermione rose from the table, visibly upset. "Hermione, do you want to know why Ginny and I aren't working?" Harry stood up and walked so he was face to face with Hermione. She looked him straight in the eyes.
"I have a feeling you're gonna tell me either way."
"And you'd be right. The reason that Ginny and I aren't working is because I still love you. I've never stopped loving you. I never loved her. It was always you, Hermione!"
"Harry," she sighed. He took a hand and cupped her cheek, brushing her face with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch, and leaned into him. He closed his eyes and closed the gap between their lips, pressing his softly against hers. For several minutes, they stood there like that, Harry's left hand on Hermione's cheek, his right in her hair, Hermione's hands around Harry's neck, their lips moving slowly in sync. They parted, still in each other's arms, when oxygen became necessary.
"Hermione," Harry sighed. Then the gap was closed in another kiss, not slow and passionate like the last one, but lust-fueled and greedy. Harry moved his arms to her bum, and Hermione jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hands to mess with his already messy hair. He removed his lips from hers, making Hermione whimper in need, and started to nibble on her earlobe, making her moan in pleasure. She tilted her neck to give Harry better access and he carried them toward his bedroom, but stopped at the wall just beside the door, sandwiching Hermione between himself and the wall. She pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, taking in the feel of his hardness as she moved and relishing the sound of his moan. Harry slipped his hands under her shirt and started massaging her breasts. Hermione would have thrown her head back if the wall wasn't there, so she settled for calling out his name. Harry pulled off her shirt and suckled on her collarbone, Hermione's breath now ragged and uneven. She tugged at his boxers, the only article of clothing remaining on the pair, and Harry kicked them off.
Her lips met his again, and their tongues battled for dominance. Hermione caved once Harry slipped inside her, and they both gasped in pleasure. They quickly found their rythym, Harry pulsing in and out of Hermione while Hermione met each of his thrusts with one of her own. On and on it went until Hermione reached her climax, screaming out Harry's name, which brought Harry to his own peak.
They stood there entwined and glistening with perspiration, trying to bring their heart rates down to normal. Harry was the first to break the silence.
"I love you, Hermione. You were always on my mind. Everyday you were gone, you were all I could think about. Every second of every day, I dreamt of the day that I could see you again; the day you'd return to me. Well, I just wish that it were on better terms, but here we are. I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again," he said.
"Then help me hide. Ron'll be looking for me, and I couldn't stay here; it'd too awkward."
"That is something I can do. I know just the place, too," He said, hugging her and placing her feet on the floor. "But I think we should shower first, and you could use some more clothes. Would you mind if I got you some things?" Hermione shook her head. "Well then, go find something to wear first. We can always put a Shrinking Spell on it, and you don't wanna go to the mall in pajamas, do you?"
"Good point. Ginny's room is next to the bathroom?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. Just give me ten minutes to shower and the bathroom's yours."
"Okay," Hermione said, drifting off to the mentioned bedroom, planning on not waiting ten minutes to take her shower.
A.N.: So, things are progressing. That was also my first attempt at...whatever you'd like to call that. Don't criticize if it sucked, I'm a seventeen year-old with no experience in that department, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I'm hoping to keep the weekly update rate going. It gives me time to type up/write the upcoming chapters, and those of you with tons of stories on your alerts list (guilty!) time to catch up and stay on top of things. It also gives me more time to come up with/type out other fanfic ideas, because I have a million songfic ideas in my head, almost all being Harmonian (yay Harmony!). I'd probably just put them in a one-shot or short story collection...but I digress. Chapter 3 coming next week!
Until then,
SexyWaffles
AKA
Patty
