Harry and Hermione decided to go for a run after Dan had left. Harry went back to his room to put on a sports top and shorts. He strode back to Hermione's room and knocked on the door. "Wait a second!" Called Hermione frantically. "Come in." Harry's eyes widened when he saw the figure of his girlfriend. She was wearing a grey sports bra and nylon shorts. Her waist was perfect. Harry immediately went red and tried to turn away. She looked at him and laughed. Harry tried to talk but his words were silent. She tucked her wavy brown hair into a ponytail and walked out the door. Harry hurried after watching her hips sway down the stairs.
As they were running around the estate, Harry noticed a group of teenage boys staring at Hermione. Some of them were catcalling and shouting rude words. Harry jogged up beside her and blocked their view. There were shouts of annoyance and disapproval. Harry just smiled to himself and felt his anger reduce. Hermione noticed Harry's protectiveness and blushed. When she looked at his face it reminded her of the countless near death experiences they had faced and she didn't regret one moment of their three years together.
When they finally got home an hour later they were both worn out. Hermione went up for a shower first. Harry laid down on the sofa and recalled his memories of her jogging in her sports bra. He never remembered Hermione wearing something like that ever since he had known her.
"Harry! I'm done!" Called Hermione from the top of the stairs. Harry shot up and made his way hastily upstairs. He walked past Hermione's room and stole a glance of her with just a towel wrapped around her. When he got to the bathroom, he turned on the water and got into the shower. He was in the shower for at least 10 minutes whilst he soothed his aches. The run was taxing on his body.
Half an hour later he went into Hermione's bedroom. "Do you want to make lunch?" Asked Hermione innocently, Harry did not notice the mischievous smile that crept onto her face. "Yeah cool. How about pasta?" Harry said enthusiastically. Hermione nodded curtly and they headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Harry got out the pasta from the cupboard and boiled the water whilst his girlfriend cut the vegetables for the sauce. Hermione leaned over Harry gently to reach a utensil. She could have easily asked him to pass it? She walked behind him and carefully brushed his back, her faint vanilla scent caused him to look up in surprise. As she walked back to the vegetables, Harry could have sworn he felt her hands grip his buttocks. Harry quivered, "Hermione?" But it came out like a moan and Harry blushed. "What?" She replied innocently carrying on with her chopping. Harry realised what game she was playing and he decided to get in on the act. Harry crept up behind her and whispered softly in her ear, "I love you baby." Hermione's knees went weak and she collapsed into Harry's arms. She turned around and kissed him. Their lips fused together in a sensational kiss. Their hands ran up and down each other's bodies. They moaned back and forth. They immediately pulled away when they heard the screech of an owl.