Teens in Love

The last few days of the summer passed without a problem, and it allowed Harry and Hermione to have time to themselves. Hermione was impressed by Harry who said he wanted to take it slowly with their engagement. They spent a lot of time in each others company, holding hands while walking down Diagon Alley or just reading the extraordinary amount of post which resulted in Sirius charm the post to Harry everyday into two piles. Ones from fans, and the other containing letters from friends, the Ministry and a few others that Harry knew well such as fellow students. The newspaper headlines made for some fun reading as well.

BOY WHO LIVES GETS ENGAGED

GRANGER GRABS HEART-THROB HARRY

WITCHES ACROSS COUNTRY PASS OUT!

HOGWARTS HEADMASTER UNAVALIBLE FOR COMMENT

HARRY KILLS A MILLION DREAMS

"Why would Dumbledore be involved with us?" asked Harry.

"I've no idea" Hermione admitted. She was as confused as Harry and Sirius.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Dumbledore was up to something" Sirius growled. He had long held the belief that Dumbledore often overstepped his bounds, and was also attempting to have Harry taken from his care. On two separate occasions Sirius had to go to court and prove that he was Harry's godfather. Then he dismissed all further thought as Harry and Hermione headed up the stairs towards the bedrooms. He was clearing away the dishes when he nearly broke a plate.

"That's big" Hermione's voice drifted down.

"I knew you'd like it" Harry said.

"Can I touch it?" Hermione asked

"Sure" Harry said, laughing.

"Can I play with it?" Hermione enquired, and Sirius's face went every shade of red, green and grey. Surely they couldn't be… Surely not!

"Of course" Harry said, and to make matters worse, Sirius heard springs on one of the beds. Luckily his fears got put to rest when musical tones began to fill the house with its soothing melody.

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Hermione stopped playing the Violin that Harry had just given to her.

"That was lovely" Harry said. Over the last few years, Harry had gained a new respect for music and had found it calmed him after a stressful day at Hogwarts.

"Thank you" Hermione said, performing a courtesy to Harry. Harry smiled, and then looked thoughtful for several moments. "Whats disturbing you?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure" Harry said quietly. "I just have this feeling that something major is going to kick off this term", and Hermione hugged Harry from behind and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You getting anything from your scar?" she asked as low as possible. Hermione had the sneaking suspicion that Harry didn't want Sirius to learn of this conversation, for one reason or another.

"No, but I'm just worried" Harry said. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, that's all" he added, and he turned round, cupped her face with his hands, and kissed Hermione on the lips. Hermione's lips tasted of strawberries, and she must have been using that Pine shampoo on her again. Hermione closed her eyes and took in the entire moment as Harry kept kissing her. She had been rather timid when he had asked her to be his girlfriend. She had never dated anybody at Hogwarts – Victor Krum not counting – and she was overwhelmed by the love Harry could give to her. After a few moments, the moment was broken and Hermione looked down at her feet.

"That was…nice" she said, blushing.

"It was nice wasn't it" Harry said. He left the room for several minutes and then came back. "Sirius said that we should get an early bed so we can be ready for the last minute purchases" Harry said, barely holding back the grin.

"Oh, well I'll see you tomorrow" Hermione said, but Harry stopped her with a wave of his wand. "How did you do that?" she asked after no Ministry owls turned up after Harry had shut the door via magic.

"A little trick that Sirius told me about" Harry grinned. He sat on the bed, and patted the space to his right. "It's alright" he laughed "I don't bite" and Hermione giggled as she sat on the bed next to Harry.

"Was there something you wanted?" Hermione asked, and Harry nodded slowly.

"Hermione… Look. I don't know how to say this right, and we are only just engaged, but I was wondering if you spend the night with me" Harry said, going a nice shade of red in the face. "I didn't mean that we sleep together in that sense, I meant in the same room" Harry added quickly when h saw Hermione's puzzled look.

"Theres only the one bed" she stated.

"I'll take the floor" Harry offered.

"You will not" Hermione said firmly. "I'm sure that we can fit in the same bed" she added to Harry.

"Only if you're fine with it" Harry said.

"Of course I'm fine with it" Hermione said, then hesitated for a moment. "I guess we should change" and Harry agreed.

"Accio" he said, pointing his wand at one of the pillows. "I put this over my eyes while you change" he told her, and threw her an old T-Shirt and shorts and passed her his wand. "You can transfigure them without detection by the Ministry. It's that thing Sirius told me" he said, then put the pillow over his eyes.

"Thanks" Hermione said. After making sure that Harry couldn't see anything, she transfigured the clothes into a set of Pyjamas. She undressed though slowly at first to make sure Harry wasn't looking at her in just her underwear, she dressed in the pyjamas and jumped into bed, pulling the covers over herself. "Ready" she called, then noticed that Harry didn't have Pyjamas out. "What are you sleeping in?" she asked him. But she found out what he wore in bed, as Harry simply took off his shoes, socks, jeans and t-shirt and got into bed to sleep in his boxers.

"You don't mind, do you?" Harry asked his fiancé with concern.

"No" Hermione said, "I was just wanted to know" she said, then slowly put an arm around Harry and hugged him to her. She felt his warm body even through the material of the Pyjamas. She sighed contentedly, and settled down to go to sleep. "Good Night, Harry" she said.

"Good Night, Hermione… my love" Harry replied. It sounded so corny and stupid, but it fitted the moment. As he lay in the bed, listening to Hermione's slow and rhythmic breathing behind him, he thought that he was the luckiest guy in the world. Harry speculated on how Ron and the Weasleys would take it? He had the faint idea that the family was trying to push him and Ginny together. But they could take that idea, and shove it where the sun didn't shine.

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It was early in the morning when Harry woke up, and he noticed that Hermione was still asleep. Gently getting out of bed so she didn't awake Harry grabbed some clothes from his drawers and went for a shower. When he was clean and dressed, Harry rip-toed down to the kitchen. He pottered around the kitchen and made a rather delicious breakfast then took it up to Hermione. Harry put the tray on the bedside table and gently shook her by the shoulders.

"Hermione? Time to wake up" Harry said quietly, but Hermione slept on although she did stir slightly. 'Time to go for something different' Harry thought. "Voldemort! How nice of you to join us! Have some breakfast while Hermione wakes up" Harry grinned at his fiancé's reaction.

"Huh? What is going on?" Hermione said, fully awake and scanning the room for danger.

"Sorry" Harry apologised, "But you didn't wake up and I didn't want this breakfast to be wasted after the effort of making it" he added, and Hermione looked at the tray. She grabbed it and started to eat the food with a passion.

"This is good stuff" Hermione declared happily.

"Thanks" Harry said. He waited for Hermione to wait, and then passed her a towel when she went for a shower. Harry decided to wait for her to come out, and they headed down to the living room together but found that Sirius had already gone out.

"We might as well go and get our last few books" Hermione said, looking at her own list.

"I guess you're right" Harry complained and he rolled his eyes around his head.

"This year shouldn't be that bad" Hermione replied, kissing Harry on the cheek.

"At least I get to spend it with you" and Harry gave Hermione a kiss on her lips, tasting Cinnamon and honey.

"I'm glad that Professor McGonagall agreed to you changing your lessons" Hermione said. Over the summer, Harry had written to McGonagall and had asked if he could change his optional lessons to the same ones as Hermione took. It had took a week of asking and one four foot piece of parchment offering to win the Quidditch cup again this year for the teacher to agree.

"Not half as glad as I am" Harry said as he nibbled her ear.

"Hey!" Hermione said, pushing Harry away. "We've got to be presentable when we go out. We can't go out looking like we've had a make out session" and Harry moaned.

"When?" he asked.

"Later"

"Later it is" Harry agreed, and they headed for Diagon Alley.