Unconscious Confessions

One Time Thing

~ The Next Morning ~

Harry's eyes fluttered as they attempted to adjust to the bright sun coming from the window above him… wait, above him? Shielding his eyes he gazed blearily around the room, noticing soft baby blue walls with white accents, his brows furrowed.

'What the hell?'

Then it clicked; he was still at Hermione's. Harry looked to his right where he saw a mass of soft brown curls and he gave a smile. They had stayed up most of the night as she read the story of the two childhood friends who found love in one another when they weren't supposed to. Around the time that everyone was finding out about their secret relationship, he had begun to doze, but had been unable or unwilling to tell her to stop so that he could return to his empty flat. –Or worse yet, his not empty flat…

The last thing he remembered was connecting the relationship between the characters in the book to… he couldn't remember

'I must have dozed off.' Harry chuckled softly, 'And I guess she followed suit,' he thought rubbing his eyes.

Looking over at his best mate once more, he briefly considered apparating back to his own flat before deciding against it. He couldn't leave without saying goodbye… or at least good morning. As this thought flittered though his mind, Hermione readjusted in the bed so that her head was resting on his chest. Giving a smile, Harry wrapped an arm gently around her shoulder and placed a small kiss on the top of her head before falling back into a light slumber.

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He awoke a little while later as he heard movement outside and with a sleepy yawn, Harry pulled a face as he caught wind of his breath.

'What the hell did I eat?'

Rubbing his eyes once more, he placed a finger against his mouth and said a silent freshening charm to help with his breath. Just as he finished he heard the front door shut and the witch in his arms shifted. Harry looked down to see Hermione blinking up at him tiredly, when he offered her a smile she returned it and gazed happily at him with sleep filled eyes.

'Mmmm,' her mind whispered groggily, 'I love this dream, it's my favorite.'

Harry chuckled and her eyes widened, "Good morning," he said in a gruff, sleep laced voice.

Hermione blushed. "I-" she placed a hand over her mouth, "Gub-mornin."

He grinned, "I'm sorry I don't speak mumble, care to try that again?"

She glared, "I hbnt, brshd my teefh."

Shaking his head lightly, Harry gingerly removed her hand from her mouth. "Let me take care of it for you," he murmured.

Hermione turned a deep red as he placed his finger lightly against her soft lips and her eyes widened and he gently rubbed it back and forth.

"Mintus Folarious," he whispered in a soft rumbling baritone. "There, minty fresh, now what were you saying?"

Hermione opened her mouth, expelling a breath that tickled his lips. "Good morning," she breathed in a husky tone.

Harry lightly stroked her cheek, "Good morning Luv."

Her eyes darkened at the use of the intimate nickname and Harry found that, like the previous times, he loved the look that came into her eyes when he called her that. How could he never have realized how beautiful Hermione was? He had always thought she was kind of cute, then after the Yule ball fifth year, he had known she was pretty… but he had never really realized how truly striking she was.

'Not that I should have,' he reasoned, 'after all, she was Ron's girl so I wasn't supposed to look at her that way.'

But now that he did, he found himself hard pressed to stop and practically dying to know when she had started seeing him the way that she did.

"Did you want some breakfast," she whispered after a moment in a breathy voice.

"Not right now… but if you want some, I could make some for you," he offered giving her a half smile.

She shook her head, "No thanks, I'm good."

'Just laying here with you,' she finished mentally.

Harry moved his hand from her cheek and began to play absently in her soft hair. After a moment Hermione readjusted so that she was once again resting her head on his chest and her fingers were making small movements on his left peck.

"What are you spelling?" He asked as he noticed a pattern to her actions.

Hermione's head snapped up and she stared at him wide-eyed for a second before shrugging. "Nothing," she mumbled.

'HJP and HJG,' she thought, blushing.

"Are you okay?" he teased, "You seem to be coming down with something."

She slapped him on the chest, "Shut up."

Harry sighed and lightly stroked her waist, "I like this… I mean, hanging out with you like this."

Hermione blushed, "Me too…"

"We should do it again," he commented with a lopsided smile.

She nodded and bit her lip; Harry's gaze flicked to her mouth and then back to her eyes.

'Kiss me,' she whispered.

Before even realizing what he was about to do himself, Harry lifted and lowered his head, grazing her lips lightly with his own. When he pulled away her eyes fluttered for a moment before she gave him a surprised look.

"I…er –well to say, I'm sorry," he stuttered, "it's just that, it's been almost two months since Ginny and I- not that that's the only reason, it's just part. And well, you just look so bloody beautiful that I-"

"You think I look beautiful?" Hermione questioned with a frown.

"Well…yeah, of course –gorgeous really…."

She self-consciously touched her bushy hair. "Gorgeous -me?" she asked incredulously.

Harry frowned, "Yes you, how could you now know how incredible you look –how incredible you are?"

"Harry," she pulled a face, "I may be a lot of things, but gorgeous isn't one of them."

"Then what is one of them?"

"Well, I've been called bossy, overbearing, meticulous, a know-it-all, insufferable-"

"Hermione what you've been called and what you are, are two completely different things," he interrupted.

"Maybe… but that doesn't change the fact that out of all the things I've been called gorgeous or beautiful were never included," she finished primly.

'Those type of words are saved for girls like Fleur, Luna, Lavender, Ginny and Cho,' she thought sadly.

"You mean to tell me in six years Ron never told you you were beautiful?!" Harry exclaimed in an affronted tone.

"Well… no, but he often told me that I looked 'very nice' and when I would dress up he would call me pretty…" she trailed off at his frown.

"Then why in the hell did you stay with the prat for so long? He obviously didn't realize what he had!"

She chuckled, "The prat? Now you sound like my dad."

"Well, your dad had a point," he grumbled. Harry sighed and looked her in the eyes. "Hermione, you're beautiful, you always have been so don't let anyone convince you otherwise, okay? Not even you."

She smiled, "Okay. You're so sweet Harry Potter."

'Lying just to make me feel better.'

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, Hermione's eyes widened but before she could comment he caught her lips with his own.

The hard demanding kiss was nothing like the one they had shared earlier, as he invaded her mouth with his tongue and stole her breath. Harry felt Hermione clinging to his shoulders and softened the kiss a bit before breaking away and placing soft warm kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Her long fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue swept across her collarbone and she emitted a husky moan when his hand cupped and gently kneaded her breast. Grabbing hastily at the reign on his emotions, Harry reluctantly pulled back from her and swung his heated gaze back to her passion filled eyes.

'Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up,' she chanted breathlessly.

Harry frowned and ran his fingers thorough her soft hair.

'Oh, no…' she thought, as he saw the self-doubt re-enter her eyes, her hands moved to her hair.

Harry caught them before they could reach her head and placed them around his neck.

"Hermione," he whispered, "we should stop… but…" he hesitated, licking his lips and briefly tracing the outline of her face with his eyes, "But, I –I don't want to. However if you want to," he caught her gaze once more, "then we can, we will."

"I… what about Ginny?" she asked cautiously.

'Bloody conscience,' she groaned.

He frowned, "Well… do you mean, what about your relationship with Ginny? Or mine?"

"Yours," she answered softly.

"I… I don't know, but…" he exhaled, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "I don't know…. Maybe you're right."

Hermione looked at him apprehensively for a moment before a determined glint entered her eyes, 'Screw Ginny.'

Harry was so surprised at the thought that he had trouble processing it, and before he could her warm lips were on his once more. He gave a muffled moan as her tongue swept into his mouth and when her fingers flittered along the base of his neck a flurry of tingles went down his spine causing his body to arch in response. When he bowed, Hermione pulled her mouth away from his and dipped her head so that her lips were caressing his neck. As her tongue flicked across his Adam's apple, Harry released a horse groan –Merlin, the things she was doing to him were almost too much to handle.

Growing tired of just lying there, Harry began to kiss and stroke various parts of Hermione's body, when she arched up against him he lifted her shirt and caught her right breast between his lips gently suckling it.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, jamming her hands in his hair and holding his head in place.

'As if I had any intention of moving it,' Harry thought chuckling a bit against her chest before switching breasts.

When she began to grind against him, Harry let out a long hiss, his head falling to rest against the valley between her breasts and he placed his hands on her hips to hold her against him. After several moments he regained enough of his senses to be able to hold her close enough to keep the glorious feeling going and resume his attention to her lovely chest.

"Harry?" When Hermione panted his name Harry pulled back and gave her a heated look. "Please…"

'Make love to me.'

Understanding her whispered words before he could even hear her private ones, he laid her down softy on the bed and quickly went to work on the fastening of his jeans, attempting to ignore the tremble of his hands. While he did that, Hermione made quick work of divesting them both of their shirts.

"In a bit of a rush there?" he quizzed with a chuckle.

She blushed prettily and looked away for a second before looking back at him and shaking her head.

'Please don't change your mind…' she thought as an anxious look flitted through her eyes.

"Don't worry, Luv," he whispered giving her a light kiss, "I'm not going anywhere."

Her eyes widened for an instant before she reached up and pulled his lips down to her own.

"Harry," she said softly.

"Hum?" he questioned while kissing her neck.

"I need you to get up."

He pulled away with a vexed expression, "What? Why?"

She giggled, "I can't finish getting undressed with you on top of me," Hermione answered motioning to the shorts that she was still wearing.

"Oh," he blushed.

'You are so cute,' she thought with a grin.

He smiled back, "How about I handle that for you?"

"What do you mean?"

Harry gave her a roguish grin before placing his right hand over her shorts, a moment later they were gone, along with her knickers.

"Harry, where?"

"Not now Luv, I have more important things on my mind," he answered laying his body flush with hers and kissing her once more.

"Mmmm, I can tell," she said between kisses.

He chuckled and moved to her neck; working his way up to Hermione's ear he whispered "Open up for me Luv."

Pulling back he gazed in awe at the hunger reflected in her eyes knowing that it mirrored his own. In response to his request, Hermione gingerly wrapped her legs around his broad waist expelling a loud gasp when he surged into her. As he continued to rock in a fevered rhythmic motion she clung helplessly to his lower back. And as his pace increased Harry quickly found himself swept up in a tidal wave of passion that overflowed when she arched against him and shouted his name.

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"Hermione?" Harry questioned a half hour later as she lay unclothed in his arms.

"Hum?"

"Do you have to go to work today?"

She lightly shook her head against his chest before lifting it and looking at him, "What about you?"

He sighed, "Yeah, but not until this afternoon –night shift."

"Oh…" she chewed nervously on her lip averting her gaze, "does that mean you have to go?"

Harry lightly caressed her face, "Eventually- yes," she looked up at him, "right now- no."

She smiled for an instant before is slowly faded, "Won't Ginny wonder where you were?"

He sighed, "Maybe… I don't know. She may not even be at home and even if she is… she might just figure I went to Neville's like the last couple of times we fought."

"Oh…"

"What is it?"

"Nothing," she mumbled, looking at him through her lashes.

'Now what?' her mind answered.

Harry looked at the ceiling as he contemplated the answer to her unasked question. Now what? The hell if he knew, he hadn't planned on this… though he had to admit, he already knew that he should have kept his distance. Since he had become privy to her thoughts he found Hermione haunting his own thoughts whether she was around or not. But she had still been the first person that he had come to after his fight with Ginny –in fact, contrary to what he had told her, he hadn't even considered going anywhere else. Harry sighed and looked back down at Hermione who was watching him with an anxious expression.

"What's wrong?" he quizzed, searching her gaze.

'Don't regret us Harry, please.'

She chewed her bottom lip and lowered her gaze.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he pressed.

"I just –I… I don't want you to regret this… us, what happened, you know?" she asked, giving him a probing look.

"I don't, I won't…"

"Harry- what… well…" Hermione gave a frustrated sigh as she searched her mind for the right words.

"What now?" he finished.

She bit her lip and nodded.

"I don't know… I supposed I should end things with Ginny."

"What?! No, Harry… I don't want you to feel like you have to do that!" she responded in a panicked tone.

'I could never live with myself.'

"Well… what do you think I should do?" he frowned.

"I don't know… I mean what happened this morning was just a one time thing and… it won't happen again. I won't say anything so…"

"You want me to just pretend it never happened?" he asked incredulously.

"What?! No, I just… well, I don't want to loose our friendship because we were both feeling a mutual attraction to one another, which has now been sated. So it stands to reason that with that now taken care of we should be able to resume our old friendship," she replied reverting to her usual somewhat bossy tone.

"Hermione, I don't think…"

"Please Harry, just try to make it work with Ginny and if things don't pan out then don't stay with her… I just –I can't have it be because of me…" she trailed off guiltily.

'I don't want to be Ginny's, Luna…'

"And you're okay with this?" he made sure to maintain eye contact.

"Of course," she answered easily.

'After all you two aren't shagging anyway…' she finished somewhat confidently.

"So… when you say make it work, you do mean by any means necessary don't you?" he continued slightly annoyed that she didn't mind him staying with Ginny.

"What do you mean?"

'You better not mean what I think you mean.'

"I mean -talking things out, spending time together, snogging… shagging, you know the whole thestral and carriage," he replied with a light shrug.

"If that's what you want…" she answered evasively, however her thoughts were more to the point.

'You shag her and I will kill you myself Harry Potter!'

He rolled his eyes, why didn't women ever just say what they meant? "Ahhh, so we're going by what I want are we?" he responded aloud with a wicked grin. "Well in that case," Hermione squealed as he grabbed her and easily flipped her over so that he was now on top of her. "How about that breakfast you offered me earlier?"

She rolled her eye "Tease," she muttered, "it's past breakfast Harry."

He gave her a thoughtful look, "Well I'm hungry anyway -how about some lunch?"

She sighed and gave a small push at his shoulders, "Fine, I think my mum went shopping yesterday, I can make you a sandwich. Where are my shorts?"

He gave a shake of his head, "I don't want a sandwich and I don't know."

"Well we have some leftovers from last night," she offered. "Wait, what do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't know," he replied with a small wince.

"How could you not know?"

"Well, I sorta banished them…" Harry responded looking sheepish.

"To where?"

He grimaced, "Don't know," when she glowered at him he shrugged, "What? Look, I don't know if you noticed but I was in a bit of a hurry there, Luv. Besides, if I remember correctly I wasn't the only one," he finished with a knowing look.

Hermione blushed, "Whatever, next time let me take off my own clothes." She grumbled then sighed, "In terms of food, I think we have the stuff for fettuccine."

"Next time?" he questioned with an arched brow, when she glared he chuckled, "Okay, I'll drop it. Oh and I'm not really in a pasta mood."

"Fish and chips?"

"Nah."

"We could go out for Chinese?"

"Nope, not in the mood for Chinese either."

Hermione glowered at him, "Fine, what are you in the mood for?"

He gave her a grin that was downright wicked, "I thought you would never ask," he commented, before slowly disappearing under the covers.

"Harry?… Harry, Oh Harry!"

A.N. Ahh, what a difference a day makes... so what will they do now? And what the Hell was Hermione thinking O_o Sorry for the late updates, RL has been really, really hetic. I have not had a chance to update, let along write on this story... I will update with what I have written so far over the next few weeks or so..