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Note: This is where the smutt begins. It's just a taste, so yeah, I hope you're not offended for building innocence and making a bold step to where you'd never imagine me going. Better yet, I hope you like it.
P.S. Sorry for taking so long. Let me just say that this will be my typical pace. A few days to a week. Wednesdays and Fridays are my long breaks, so expect them by those times, if not over the weekend when I'm not busy :P
Chapter 3: A Whole New World
Ron turned away from Harry in a manner befit of a broken man. And why not? He was broken. The body is only as strong as its weakest link, and right now, Ron's heart was his. The love of his life apparently had no love for him at all. He struggled across the dark corridors made of stone-cold slabs, not caring to flick up a lumos spell with his wand, content with bashing his brains in whenever a beam of wood stood in his way.
When she agreed to go out with me, I thought I had her hooked like socks on a wire. I thought Hermione finally saw how great a bloke I was, but she apparently despises me more than rats or mermen at the bottom of the Great Lake. Merlin…I thought she loved me…I'm such a troll, all bash and no talk. WHY HERMIONE, WHY? WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME?!
Then, he found the golden light from the candles in his bunk room. Colin, Dean, and Neville were playing Wizard's Chess on one of the bunk beds, while a lone Seamus Finnigan leaning by the wall opposite the three looked him in the eye before shaking his head with a wide grin, as Ron chose not to say anything.
"You're in love, mate. Who's the lucky girl?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Ron turned to his bed, threw his blanket over his hunched shoulders, and jumped into it with a thud, thinking of Hermione. Her smile, her laugh, the smell of her hair, the shape of her…
"Ron! I've got to thinking. What if I…"
I'VE HAD IT. I JUST WANT TO FORGET THIS DAY EVER HAPPENED. THE LAST THING I NEED IS SOMEONE ELSE MESSING WITH MY THOUGHTS!!
"I don't give a splattergoit's sore for who you take out Harry! I want to be alone! I don't want to talk to anyone, so if you could be a mate and just shut up and leave?!"
He didn't hear an answer. He heard the door partially slammed.
Damn it. Now I took it out on my best friend…well, he'll forgive me…right? Of course he will…
"RON WEASLEY! I will not stand to be compared to something as base and FATTENING as a butterbeer! If you're wondering if we're still going out tonight – NO, we are not. You lost your chance when you acted like a twit…"
Hermione's words still echoed like fresh waves in the sea of his mind. He sank his head into his pillow, then started to sigh…
A few moments before stepping into the room where his fellow 6th years were staying, Harry intended to ask Ron's permission to ask Hermione out, in fear that it might crush him if she ever said yes. Harry was hopeful that Ron would see passed his feelings in the name of friendship – and common sense, really.
"I don't give a splattergoit's sore for who you take out Harry! I want to be alone! I don't want to talk to anyone, so if you could be a mate and just shut up and leave?!"
I don't know how Harry's going to take that...
That was easy.
He stepped out without saying anything to the boys who craned their necks in the direction of the bed where Ron was laying in. The foursome were scratching their heads thinking it was a friendly quarrel, when Harry apparently stepped out in the most happy of moods.
Hermione. Hermione. Hermione. Where could she be?
Harry knew all the places to find Hermione Granger. He never said it out loud, but he had started the Habit in his third year, moving on from scribbling her name in his notebook after seeing her in the Hogwarts express, to smiling everytime he remembered how she hugged him for saving her from the troll, then dreaming of the night she wore the sexy dress to the Yule Ball, minus Viktor Krum. He just wanted to see her, so he took note of every place she'd visit. He checked the common room, the Great Hall, Her favorite ledge to read on – she wasn't anywhere. Then, he thought of going to the first place she'd go to, and the last place he wanted to find her in…
The library…oh I hope she's in one of the first…three hundred something sections. Groan
Harry climbed the steps to the fourth floor of the Castle, sighing and peering at his feet when he read the sign "Hogwarts Library. Opens at 6 in the morning, Closes at 8 at night."
Harry scrambled through the section on Dragons, Invisibility, and halfway through Dark Creatures, he saw a mop of brown hair. He knew exactly who it was, and for that, he sported an evil grin. She was standing next to a pile of Books on Runes and Magical Creatures, when Harry intended to tickle her from behind. But then he remembered how she hexed Ron for it once, so instead, he pulled out the tickets from his robes and blurted…
"Erm…Peanut Fairy?"
Hermione had heard the two words which currently described the one person she hated for liking in the first place, if at all. She intended to brush him off, but remembering how she already shot him down, she pulled out her wand, turned to face the idiot and shot the jelly-leg jinx she got from the Weasley brothers earlier in the year. Eyes closed, and vein very prominent on her forehead, she began "Ron Weasley, I said no, and I meant no. So go crawl back to your bloody little room and…"
"I'm…not…Ron…"
"Oh my God, Harry?"
Harry was presently struggling to keep his feet vertical. His legs looked like rubber sticks that wobbled while Harry balanced himself like a man on stilts. Right before he was about to fall, Hermione caught him. Unfortunately for her, his frame toppled them both over. The hex faded the instant Hermione was under him. She tried to push him off, but his lanky body was a little too much for her. When his legs normalized, he proceeded to standing up, apologizing to her, and bringing her up to her feet as well. He was holding her with two hands, and with hers in his, Hermione never expected what he'd say next…
Their eyes were affixed on eachother the moment she got back up. Their bodies were so close together while their hands still stayed raised up to their chins. He could feel her hot breath as she exhaled. She said nothing, and neither did he. But the look in his eyes told Hermione he was hiding something. She, of course, couldn't bring herself to ask what that hidden secret was.
"Hermione…"
"…Yes Harry?"
"I…"
OH MY GOD! IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?? Oh my God, oh my God, oh my…MERLIN! I don't know what to say!
"Wanted…"
Oh wait…this isn't what I thought it would be…
"To ask…"
"Ask what Harry?"
Ask what Harry? Oh how I wanted to pummel you for leading me on in such a pigheaded manly…
"If you'd like to see The Peanut Fairy with me…"
Proposterous…WHAT? Run that by me again!
"What?"
"Will you come and watch The Peanut Fairy with me?"
Awwww…his smile is just adorable…how can I say
"No."
"Wh…why not?!"
"If you think I'm going into that opera house, or any place for that matter where I'd see Ronald Weasley, I…"
"He's not coming along…"
Did he just say…
"He's not coming along?"
"Yes, he said he wanted to stay in bed today. I kind of…wondered why…"
OH YES! TAKE THAT WEASLEY! Oh Harry, don't be so coy. You KNOW why. And I'm glad I said no, because now I can say…
"Well, if Ron isn't coming…then…"
"…Then…"
Hermione's blood pressure built up as her heartbeat fluctuated. She felt hot, and while it raced, her face turned beet-red.
"Yes. I'll go with you Harry." She said with the biggest smile.
Harry left the Library watching Hermione clutching the stack of books she had set aside in her search for new magical lore and trivia for the weekend. Well, considering it was Sunday, for the night to be exact. Harry hoped Hermione wouldn't leave directly after curtain close, and that he could take her around the castle grounds and whatnot. Maybe get a kiss…
She said yes…oh Merlin, thank you, she said Y.E.S. YES!
As she trailed off into the distance, his legs gave way. Whether it was a relapse of the jelly-leg jinx, or if she really just was THAT SEXY, he didn't care. As he stared up at the ceiling of the library, he saw Hermione's face, all beet red and grin-y, then closed his eyes and laughed as he rolled over giggling, making guts-poses. When he heard a voice clearing itself out, he looked up again
"YES! YES! YES! YES!"
"Ehem…"
When he heard a voice clearing itself out, he looked up again. Madam Irma Pince, the librarian, looked straight at him, arms crossed and fingers tapping against the bicep of her seen arm in a wave-motion.
"Mr. Potter, if all you intend to do is roll on the floor and laughing your nitwit brain off, then I would suggest you do it near the whomping willow, or anywhere else you students enjoy frolicking around these days before I petrify you and send you out of the door myself!"
"Ye…yes Madam Pince!"
Harry was about to rush out when suddenly he heard Madam Pince say something else, "Mr. Potter, NO RUNNING IN THE LIBRARY!"
Stopping, he walked briskly towards the door.
That's one of the reasons I HATE it in there. And that's another reason why I hate Snape. His bloody potions homework always involves research two bloody years ahead of our batch pace!
Harry proceeded to bark up an enormous amount of horrid things about the library and Snape in general, until he bumped into Ginny.
"Hi Harry" the Redheaded lady said with a smile.
"Oh, hi Ginny. What've you got there?"
She was carrying an enormous basket of this weird log, presumably cake from the looks of the foil wrapping.
"Oh, this? It's for…I made it for you Harry." She said with a blush.
Ginny's heartbeat was fluctuating. Her breathing became heavy, and she was hoping that the rush of blood through her veins would not redden her face, considering the love of her teenage life was standing right before her.
Oh Harry…I've loved you since the day I laid eyes on you at 9 and 3 Quarters. Please don't freak out. Not now. Please don't…
Harry craned his neck sideways, probably wondering just why this was. Ginny Weasley, whom he probably could tell liked him, was offering him a log of cake.
"Really now?"
Oh God! Don't run! Don't run!
"Thought you'd try your hand at pastries? How'd you make it?"
Ok Ginny, the guy isn't freaking out, so there's no reason why you should.
"Ummm…yeah. I asked a Kitchen Elf named Dobby if I could bake something."
"Dobby? You know Dobby? That's interesting."
"Oh, you're acquainted. I think that's why he let me use the kitchen."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well, he said it wouldn't be a good idea in the first place, considering I'm a student, but when I mentioned that it was for you, he jumped at the idea."
"Oh. Sounds like little Dobby. He's very fond of me."
"Oh, I could tell. He even offered to make me a batch."
"Ahh. So this was Dobby's handiwork?"
As Harry looked at it, Ginny noticed he portrayed a bit more hesitation thinking of it as Dobby's cooking.
"UM NO! I…I told him I wanted to make it…"
"Oh, ok…"
"…Would you like a try?"
"Ok. Thanks Ginny. Mighty sweet of you to do this."
Harry flashed her a smile, and her expression flared redder than before. So, she ducked down her head and thrust it towards him in an instant. He picked it up, unopened the wrapping, and beheld a log of foam cake, with this white, syrupy substance. They were neatly cut up into 10 slices. He would have taken a bite, but then he stopped midway.
NO! WHY STOP NOW? YOU'RE SO CLOSE!
Ginny began to figet with her fingers, as though anticipating something.
"Something the matter Ginny?"
"Um, no Harry, I was just curious as to why you stopped from taking a bite…don't you like it?"
She frowned so deeply that Harry made a swift motion with his fingers over the cake and took a bite from the log.
"I do, I do like it. I just saw this Hair. Probably yours. You should consider putting a bun on when you cook, what with your beautiful locks of hair. What's in it anyway?"
"Amor…I mean…erm…"
"Amor?"
Shit. He's going to find out I used Amor…
"Amor as in French for love?"
YES! YES! THAT'S IT! I LOVE YOU HARRY!
"Th-that's exactly right! Yeah! Love." She said with closed eyes and a smile gaping a mile long.
Harry suddenly staggered. He seemed woozy. He suddenly began to squint with a little difficulty. Ginny noticed this, and a sly curve became slanted up her lips. She turned, and ran.
"HEY GINNY! WAIT!"
The moment she got into the corner, she held her hand to her chest and began to giggle delightfully.
HOHOHOHO…Harry's done it now. That log cake doused with Amortentia will do him pretty good in a couple of minutes. HAHAHAHAHA…
Harry was dumbfounded. He seriously didn't think Ginny would go this far. I mean, he knew she liked him…but this cake…it was just delicious! He didn't care if she liked him despite his feelings for Hermione, he was just glad he got to taste the best damn cake in the world! He'd expected something weird, like pungent Honey, because of the consistency of the clear, silvery, almost pearl-like sheen. He gobbled the rest of the slice as soon as he took a whiff of it.
Hmmm…curious. Smells like my Firebolt.
Then, he laughed at himself for thinking that.
Hahahaha. That's ridiculous. Cakes don't smell like brooms.
As for the taste, he thought to himself, "Mmmmm…Treacle tart…"
He thought of eating it all, but then considered the act a bit piggish, so he wrapped it up and decided to get ready for his date with Hermione.
"She'll love this…"
Much Later…
Harry was all dressed up in Muggle Clothes. He wore a red turtleneck with long sleeves, covered by a white Overcoat and a red scarf. As he put on some black leather shoes, some of the ends of his white pants got caught in his black leather shoes. Looking himself in the mirror, he admired how he seemed to resemble some 70s disco reject, if not for the extra length of the coat trails, and the lack of a bare chest out. A thought occurred to him…so he pointed out his finger in the air. Then he heard a laugh.
"What izzat 'spose to be 'Arry? Some love ritual?"
The laughter that ensued after that statement though included more than one voice. It seemed that the whole room got in and spied on Harry, probably intending to weasel out who he was taking to the Peanut Fairy.
"Blimey Harry!" Ron said as he saw Harry in his pose. Harry immediately pulled his arms down and turned around, half fuming, and half embarrassed the hell out of. "I hope you don't intend to woo her…with that ritual hex"
The boys laughed with Ron, and Harry said, "…It's not a hex."
"Yeah, he's right." Dean said. "That's a mighty fine imitation of Elvis Harry."
"ELVIS?!" The crowd exclaimed.
"Yeah, you know. The King of Rock."
Dean wasn't allowed into this huddle that they boys broke into the moment Dean mentioned Elvis. Dean joined Harry's side and stared at them in anticipation. The boys looked to them.
"Are we talking about the same Elvis here?" Neville said.
"What? I only know one Elvis." Harry said.
"Yeah, so do I." Dean followed. "He was born Elvis Aaron Presley, in Tupelo Mississippi of the United States of America. Son of Gladys Love Smith and Vernon Elvis Presley. Won second in a State fair singing contest at 10, owned his first guitar at 11, and became world renowned by his 20's."
The crowd listened intently with their mouths open – including Harry.
"Dean…" Harry began. "You're a bigger fan than I am."
"Naturally. My family loves the bloke."
"Well, that's not the Elvis we know. He was born in the same place, to the same parents, but that's not what we're told about by our families," Seamus Finnigan said. "Elvis, lord of the Stones, was a man of great magic. I heard he had a squib for a father, but the magic was strong within him. He was an apt potioneer, I heard."
"Potioneer?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. I heard he often doused his clothes with Amortencia. When his sweat touched it, the air would then be filled with this aura that made girls, muggle and wizard alike, go gaga, and their parents fuming mad."
"Well, maybe he was both."
"Maybe."
After a long silence, Ron put his arm around his best mate and said, "So, Harry, who 'ya takin'?"
After the statement registered into his head, he checked the time and realized that Hermione was probably waiting.
"BLOODY HELL! IT'S EIGHT PASSED SEVEN! I'M LATE! ACCIO CAKE! ACCIO FIREBOLT!"
Ron was left off balance when Harry ran off. He would have asked him again, but Harry proceeded to take a faster way out – through the window.
"GOOD LUCK HARREEE!!"
"THANKS MATE!"
Harry took to the evening air that brought chills to his cheeks. The snow was already falling, and the ground soon began to mix its brown leaves with white sheets of crystal ice. He saw a speck in the distance, at the door at the East walls of Hogwarts. It was Hermione. He then took a dive, swerving erratically twice before lifting himself up to a surfing position.
She is so going to find this cool.
Harry was running late…by a minute. Forgivable…but Hermione imagined he'd be early, considering that it was her we were talking about here, I mean she herself was telling herself here…oh never mind. Stupid Harry.
She proceeded to sit on a bench that began to pile up with a white dash of snow. She closed her eyes in an angry pout, then put her face up with a resounding "HMPH!"
"I hope you don't think this'll be a habit with me Hermione."
She opened her eyes, and then saw Harry floating down slowly on his firebolt.
GASP. This is so…Disney.
"Couldn't get a magic carpet." He said with a smile. "So I thought I'd take you on this."
Awwww…he remembered.
Hermione thought back to a time back in her first year with Harry on the Hogwarts Express. Ron had fallen asleep, mostly due to the fact that he couldn't answer a thing she was asking Harry and he, while Harry seemed the genius at it. She recalled that halfway through the Disney princesses talks, Ron had fallen asleep. She had felt sorry for being so tactless towards Ron, considering that he never had cable, unlike Harry and she - pitiful part about being a pure blood. A year later, in the same predicament, she would rant about how she had was grossed out at the kiss between Jafar and Jasmin while Harry, at a time between their OWLs in their Fifth Year, was just incessantly howling how gay his cousin Dudley looked when he cried at the premiere of The Lion King, specifically when Mufasa was killed. She remembered – she cried too.
"Well Alladin, I trust you…but we'll need to apparate…or walk…I can't fit on that broom unless you carry me you know." She said with a smirk. "And while I suppose your manly frame befits an English Wizard standard…I'd rather we walked."
"Princess…anything for you." He said, setting himself down on the snow.
She locked herself onto his hand, talking about how excited she was about the Peanut Fairy. But she realized that Harry did something she didn't expect.
"You know what, Ginny was blushing at me today when she gave me this cake I brought for the performance."
"Harry…first of all, we can't bring food inside of the performance hall. Second of all…why in blazes are you all talk about Ginny tonight?"
Her tone was pained beyond all reason. Harry stopped in his tracks. He apparently realized this too.
"I thought you asked me out because you liked me Harry…"
"I do Hermione…I didn't realize…I actually can't get why I'm talking about her either. My mind is strewn between thoughts of her…and you."
ARGH…what did you do to him Ginny? Is he worried about how you rushed out on him at the Great Hall this morning?! Why can't he stop all this bloody talk about YOU?? I WANT HIM TO TALK TO ME ABOUT ME!!
"Do you…like her Harry?"
"No I don't…but I can't put my finger on it. Ever since I ate from this cake, she's been plaguing my thoughts. I thought it off as thankfulness for its tasty goodness…but now that you mention it…I have been thinking a lot about her."
I had half a mind to slap him for leading me on…but seriously, would Harry have asked me if he didn't want to?
"Did you ask Cho first before asking me to go with you tonight?"
"N-no! I asked you first Hermione…Cho was the last thing on my mind…she was just an infatuation…someone I thought I loved…and I guess I did, but you don't call love true love unless it's returned. She loved Cedric, not me. And…"
"And what?"
"I…I…"
"YOU WHAT HARRY? SPIT IT OUT!"
"I LOVE YOU."
He…loves me. Merlin's smelly socks…HE LOVES ME! YES! Thank God!
"Well, I love you Hermione. I always have, and unless you don't want me too…I always will…"
I WANT YOU HARRY!
Hermione jumped at him, making the cake drop to the floor. It she threw her arms around him, and as he caught her and left her there, words didn't need to be said anymore. The obvious things she wanted to tell him had been said a long time ago – not in words, but in the sweetest of actions. Cheek to cheek, he held her closer. He could smell her hair. He could feel her warmth.
"I love you too Harry…"
When he heard her say those three words, he looked her in the eye, and in those amber orbs, the thoughts of Ginny – which until that time, he was fighting not to think about – began to fade away. Then, she breathed in deep when he laid his emerald eyes on hers, and peered deep into her soul. She drew breath, and a hot mist emanated from her lips.
Her lips. Her luscious-looking lips. I want to…
He drew closer, and she hesitantly moved back a millimeter, but then as he stopped, she began to move back towards his face as well. Then, their faces met. Their mouths collided. The heat radiating from their noses and cheeks switched places. Their lips pushed and puckered. Their tongues slowly, fearfully moved into eachother at the same time. They both knew they wanted it. Their bodies didn't say otherwise. They flicked their tasters at eachother until they got so hot they fell on the ice. Hermione didn't seem to want it to end, but as the cold began to chill away at Harry's neck and crept into his scarf, he pushed her up and got them back to their feet.
They looked at eachother, panting like rabbits. They both held their breaths because neither would give up the passionate sweetness of their first kiss. He leaned in, and the way she leaned in closer the second he did, and he stopped. He grabbed her by the waist instead, and held her close in a hug with one hand in the small of her back and his other in her hair.
"I've always wanted to tell you…"
"So have I…"
They kissed again, this time deeper, slower, not voraciously. It was a sweet, lingering kiss that they shared under the gleam of a full moon and falling snow, and stars. After that, they looked into eachother's eyes, and apparated the rest of the way.
After the show…
(NOTE TO READER: I am entering smutty territory. If you're offended by sexual thoughts and acts, I'm wondering greatly at how you got this far considering I put a rating of R, and I suggest you look away and skip the rest of this chapter, and all other chapters I warn with this same warning.)
The lovebirds came out of the play laughing their brains out. In all honesty, considering how Hermione mentioned that the Peanut Fairy was written by a close relative of The Nutcracker – a ballet show that he slept half-through – he never would have expected it to be a satirical farce comedy of a love between a dancing muggle-born wizard named Peanut, and a muggle-loving, pure-blood witch named Fairy.
"Oh Harry. That was hilarious."
"I know. (Laugh) My sides are still splitting."
"And you know the best part?"
They then said in unison: "THE DANCING PARENTS!"
The other people who looked their way were elderly couples. They smiled at the two, one couple even kissed after watching their laughter – probably reminiscing the days when they too enjoyed youthful love. There were hardly any other Hogwarts students – even if Dumbledore promised an incentive and a free pass to Hogsmeade at night to watch it. Furthermore, the tickets – bless Ron – were almost impossible to find.
Hermione loved Henry Puttwinkle. Harry could tell. She stood a few seconds longer at the standing ovation than anyone else but him. Who would have thought that a workmate of Mr. Weasley's could be so funny and talented in the field of acting. She also mentioned that he could have made acting his bread, butter, and tea. No way he couldn't have. He was magnificent.
"Hey, let's get a couple of butter beer at the Three Broomsticks before leaving."
"Hermione, you read my mind. And I forgot that you haven't tried Ginny's cake. You must have some. Tastes exactly like treacle tarts."
The two got in and were surprised to see Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, and Madam Pomfrey.
"Harry m'boy." The short, stout half-goblin said. "And miss Granger…" He ended it with a huge, toothy smile.
"Looks like the two have finally gotten together," Madam Pomfrey added.
Dumbledore pushed his half-moon spectacles a little further up, and as he smiled at Harry and Hermione, the twinkle in his eyes when he winked at them was priceless. He would have told the two others in his party to not jump into swift conclusions, but the redness of the two's blushes, and the way their hands were entwined, it was undeniable. Their silence also added to his surety.
"Poppy, Filius, let the two have their time together alone and in peace. Harry, Hermione, I'm glad you two were able to come see The Peanut Fairy. 10 house points for Gryffindor. After all, no other house had willing students to watch."
"Thank you professor! Have a good night." Harry said.
"And you." The party said in unison.
Harry sat together with Hermione at a seat near the window. Madam Rosmerta was all giddy when she saw how they held hands on the table and fed eachother foam cake. What was even sweeter was when Hermione sneezed and dropped her fork, instead of getting a new one, Harry slipped over to her side and shared his. Why he didn't wipe the residual particles on his face and fork off, or why he didn't bother casting a cleaning spell on them either was beyond her.
The two were so in unison that they even sneezed together. When the cake was contaminated by their sneeze, they just giggled.
"I'm terribly sorry Hermione."
"It's ok Harry." she leaned in closer, and whispered, "(If I can take what's in your mouth, there's no reason your nose is a whole new territory)."
Harry smiled as she snogged him, taking some cake residue from his mouth while she was at it. He almost jumped when Hermione slipped her hand between his thighs.
"(And that's not the only thing I intend to taste on you)" she purred into his ear, and nibbled it a little.
Harry didn't know whether or not he should be happy or freaked out. He had his dirty little fantasies, but…did Hermione have more in mind than he initially expected?
"(Hermione? Are you…alright? That's not actually the – ahhhh – best place to touch me to get my attention.)"
"(Oh you should see the look on your face Harry. For one thing, it's the BEST place I can touch to get your attention. I do realize men masturbate a lot more than women. I'll also have you know I may be pure in body, spirit, and words…but not in mind)" She said with a devilish grin.
He didn't have time to think. He stood and excused himself to the bathroom, turning away twice, each time looking back and giving the girl smiling at him slyly, a half-nasty grin.
BLOODY HELL! DOWN BOY, DOWN! Ok Harry, get a grip. She wants you. Wait, she wants ALL OF YOU. Blowing yourself down there won't do good now! Whew. Is it getting how in here or what?
As his underwear chaffed on him as Harry Jr. rose to salute the idea of Hermione…in positions best left done than imagined…he wished he'd brought some protection…or a sex hex and charms book…
WAIT A MINUTE. Get a grip Harry, if she WANTS it, this is Hermione Granger we're talking about here. She's BOUND to have something in mind if it ever comes to…that. And Harry half-wished he wasn't wishing what his devil-self was telling him he wanted – RIGHT NOW.
Considering it was snowing outside, he wondered why he was getting woozy again. He wondered why the intense thoughts of Ginny, were suddenly replaced with a deep desire for Hermione.
A few butter beers later, Harry left the bathroom. He remembered that he left one of his cake slices unfinished. When he got back, Hermione had apparently gulped it down. The way she looked at him when he came back, he had no idea if it was the butter beer or something else that made her pose for him, arms laid back on the rest of the chair, and legs far from closed. If he didn't know any better, he could see that her nipples seemed hard from where he was despite the thickness of her clothing. Harry Junior just grew up a year in that same moment of realization, ready to pump and flex his muscles.
She stood up, and took him by the lips right there. If their professors saw how heated up they were getting, neither really cared at that point. Harry saw Madam Rosmerta sniggering and leaving their third round of butterbeer on their table in the corner of his eye.
OH YES. She tastes just like treacle tarts. Weird though. I didn't think Hermione's breath would ever smell of Broomsticks.
Harry. Harry. HARRY!
(GASP). Both of them stopped kissing again as they ran out of breath. Hermione still gripped part of Harry's hair as they breathed into eachother.
His lips…his eyes…I want him…
"You taste just like treacle tart Hermione."
"You…taste…just…like…apple cream pie…"
Did she just say apple cream pie? Now this was weird. Why did they both taste different things?
"Hermione, your breath smells like a Broomstick…"
The look on her face did not show she was insulted, but surprised.
"That's funny Harry…yours smells like a freshly mowed lawn, sometimes like unused parchment."
"Like grass…and parchment?"
"Like grass and parchment."
Curious. VERY curious.
Harry took the last piece of the sponge log cake and held it up to her nose and signaled her to smell it with him.
"Now, in unison, at the count of three, tell me what this smells like to you. 1…2…3…"
"Broomsticks and Treacle Tarts/Parchment and Grass"
Hermione held a hand to her mouth.
"Harry…did you say Ginny gave this to you?"
"Yeah. Come to think of it, there was a strand of long hair on the pearly-cream top before I took it off."
Hermione rushed took the slice of cake from Harry's hand and went to the table across the room. Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey were both so red from the fire-whisky bottles – three to be exact – on their tables. Professor Dumbledore, bless the stars, wasn't. He was just laughing, his shoulders raising themselves up and down as he did.
"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!"
"Oh, Hermione. What may I do for you?"
"Smell this slice of cake for me please."
"(Sniff) It smells of socks and chocolate frogs…"
Harry caught up with them, and heard Professor Dumbledore's statement of the cake's smell.
"Professor," Hermione said, with her hand, gently scraping off some of the glisteningly pearly syrup on the cake slice, "I believe this is based off Amortentia."
"Not surprising. Harry you little devil you." He said with an almost dirty smile.
"That's a…nice thought professor." Harry said. "Except…I didn't make that cake…Ginny Weasley did…"
Dumbledore's face turned from smile, to grim frown.
"Oh dear. Amortentia is the strongest love-potion known to wizards and witches alike. Did any excretion of your body touch the cake before you ate of it?"
"We sneezed on it." They both said together. This time, they were concentrated instead of smiling.
"That's probably why you two smell your favorite things instead of just the cake." Professor Flitwick added.
"Well," Madam Pomfrey began. "If you two don't intend to…do things together tonight, then I suppose you should go home to Hogwarts separately. It'll take a full three days before it wears off…unless of course you two love some other person madly enough to break the enchantment of the potion. (Hic) I'm going back to my quarters. I'm a little woozy from the (hic) fire whisky."
Harry and Hermione both agreed that they would both apparate to Hogwarts before they left the roof outside the door. Professor Dumbledore side-apparated, with both of the too-drunk-to-apparate-properly faculty members back to Hogwarts, and Harry assumed, into their respective quarters.
Neither said anything.
(H) Had it all been a lie?
(Hr) Was it just the Amortentia?
(H) But I stopped thinking of Ginny before I kissed Hermione and had the cake…
(Hr) But we kissed before having some of the laced cake log…
"Hermione/Harry I…"
"Hermione…"
"Yes Harry?"
"I…loved you before the Amortentia…and I'm sorry I ended up giving you some of it."
"It's-it's alright Harry. It wasn't your fault. You just wanted to give me some cake…"
They looked into eachother's eyes long and hard. They came closer, and closer, until their hands met. They laced it around eachother, and Harry pulled Hermione's over his neck and around it. He put his at the small of her back, and said, "Hermione…I love you…I want to marry you…but right now, the Amortentia is making me…desire you…"
Hermione did something Harry didn't expect. She nibbled his ear again. She must enjoy that.
"What makes you think…that it's just the love potion? You broke free of Ginny's hold even before you kissed me...I love you Harry, and I know you love me too."
"Hermione! I mean…I love you but…this is about thoughts on…THAT…with you. And even if I do welcome it and all, I don't want you to – (smooch)"
She tackled him and knocked him on the cold wood outside the Three Broomsticks. Her face was redder than a bloody tomato.
"Harry." She said, without breaking eye contact. "I've always wanted…you. And if this Amortentia is the only thing that's going to keep me from impeding my desire to have you, then so be it!"
Harry smiled gently at her as she continued her speech
"I must admit I'm tired of the better…or worse perhaps…part of me stopping me from doing something things that I want to do! My parents did it when they were our age and I…"
She stopped as Harry drew her in by reeling her by the neck with both arms. He put his lips to her ear.
"Shut up and kiss me Hermione…"
They kissed, and Harry pulled her up in his arms.
"Accio Firebolt"
Hermione didn't like the idea in the least bit, but Harry jumped with her as the broom went under him, and they went off into the air.
"HARREEEEEE"
She said as she gripped even tighter. Harry just held her in his arms with his right. His left holding them balanced on the broom. She was so afraid that she shifted herself to sit on his thighs, directly facing him as they sit through the ride.
"YOU'RE INSANE YOU KNOW THAT!"
"Oh hush. Look up."
"Harry brought her up so far, they were under the stars and moon, floating to Hogwarts in a sea of clouds."
Harry then broke into song. A frog's voice came out, but Hermione thought it absolutely just adorable.
"I can show you the world, shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess oh when did you last let your heart decide? I can open your eyes. Take you wonder by wonder. Over, sideways, and under, in this magic carpet ride." Hermione couldn't help herself sing along. "A WHOLE NEW WORLD!
A new fantastic point of view! No one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreaming! A whole new world! A dazzling place I never knew, but when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear, that now I'm in a whole new world with you…"
They both laughed their brains out. But as their laughing subsided, he took him by the cheek, and kissed him. As they kissed, the firebolt neared its destination. The whomping willow that was suddenly under them didn't even bother to disturb them. Harry pulled them into the window that led into the one place that they both had in mind – The Room of Requirement. The night had only begun.
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