Harry stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom as he watched Hermione cut his hair. He really didn't mind it at all. It wasn't even a surprise. This is just one of those things Hermione "feels like she has to do without magic". Even with magic, he liked it when she did it. No one did it but Hermione, and he wants it to stay that way. He watched how precise she was with her movements and how careful she handled certain areas. She made sure nothing was uneven or messy. That was one of her specialties. He chuckled at the thought.

"What's funny?" He heard her soft voice barely whisper.

"Nothing." He told her with a smirk.

"What're you thinking about?"

Her tone was low; careful. Harry wondered if she was still bothered by Cho's call.

"I'm just wondering how you're the best at everything you do."

He felt her pause. Then he heard breathless laughter.

"Harry, I'm not the best at everything. You were the leader of Dumbledore's Army, remember?" She recalled.

The mention of Dumbledore didn't hurt Harry as much as it used to.

"I wasn't the top of the class though." He said.

She shrugged.

Silence followed after that.

"All done." Hermione announced as she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss his hair before manually cleaning up the hairs.

"Hermione, let me." Harry offered after thinking Accio wand. His wand was already in his hand as she turned to face him. And with a wave of it, the mess was cleaned up. Harry, satisfied with himself, leaned back on the sink.

Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry noticed she was wearing pajamas like he was. She contrasted well with his whites and dark blues. She wore two tank tops-one white, the other baby blue underneath, and matching blue shorts that stopped a little below her butt. Her clothing made it show how petite and perfect she was to him...

She stepped closer to him, causing him to loose his train of thought. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him. His arms wrapped around her as he kissed her back. The two got absorbed into the slow kiss. Harry reached behind her and slid the ponytail out of her hair. Hermione let out a soft sigh.

"I missed you." Hermione told him.

"I missed you, too." Harry replied against her lips.

She pulled away by an inch; he rested his forehead on hers.

"These days are too long." She whispered to him.

"And these nights are too short." He whispered back, holding her tighter.

"What're we gonna do..?"

She pulled away and lead the way to the bedroom, which was just outside the bathroom. They both got in bed and snuggled close as Harry turned off the lights with a another flick of his wand. He took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table next to the lamp.

He kissed her softly on the head.

"Goodnight." Hermione whispered.

"Goodnight, Hermione." Harry whispered back. His lips decended on hers gently. She embraced him back in the night.

The sound of the rain calmed them enough to drift off into a deep sleep.

When Hermione woke up to go to work, she couldn't.

Harry's arms tightened from around her.

"Stay." He uttered.

"Harry, I can't afford a day off..." She complained quietly, though she so badly wanted to agree with him.

"Yes you can." He slurred.

"Harry..."

"Stay." He repeated.

"I can't." She kissed his shoulder, then his neck, then his cheek.

"You want to." He smiled sheepishly.

"I..." She had opened her mouth to object but didn't. He was right.

"Please..." His eyes opened as he begged with longing in his voice. "Please, Hermione. Stay here...Stay here and be with me."

She bit her lip. She was going to be late if she didn't move now...

"I'm not going to work today either." He pointed out sleepily.

Hermione still didn't answer; her heart felt like it was pounding in her ears.

"You've been working so hard..." He gazed at her. "You deserve a break."

She was halfway on top of him in his arms; being there felt special. Hermione knew she couldn't resist him.

"I guess I do, don't I?" She sighed lightly.

He smiled in approval.

"But we're both going to be in trouble for not showing up because I gave in." She teased.

"Skrew them." He muttered with a joking edge.

"Ha-rry!" She smiled at him.

"Kidding..." He pulled her even closer to him.

"I knew that."

"Of course you did." He was almost on the edge of sarcasm.

Hermione giggled as she traced her finger down to his chest. "Please tell me we'll be doing more than staying in bed?

"What do you want to do then?"

"You're the one who convinced me..." She noted.

"Hmm...I never knew I could."

"You convinced me to stay home the last time."

"I did."

"Yeah, but that was right after we-" Hermione stopped then, a rosey blush rising to her cheeks.

Harry then remembered exactly what she was talking about. He can be very convincing when he's like that...

He touched her hot cheek with his index finger. "A lot of things happen when you're in that state I'll admit...But-" He then smiled a little. "-we're not having sex, now are we?"

Hermione, for the first time in a long time, stood herself corrected.