Molly Weasley was usually an early riser. On average, she had to feed at least five other mouths in the house. With the addition of of Bill, Charlie, Harry and Hermione, she had to wake up even earlier to get everything setup by the time everyone else awoke. Also, given the events of the previous night, she wanted to make a big breakfast for everyone, especially Harry. 'Poor boy,' she thought. 'Why does he never catch a break?' As she made her way down the steps, she looked towards the couch seeing Harry's sleeping form sprawled on the couch. What concerned her was that Harry was now lying down on his back. She decided to nudge him over to his side before she went and started on breakfast. Molly moved around the couch to readjust Harry when she noticed he was not alone. While Harry may have been lying on his back, the sleeping Hermione Granger was laying across his chest.

Molly stepped back from the pair, trying not to make any noise that would wake the sleeping teenagers. She gently lifted the blanket that covered the two and was relieved that they were both clothed (minus Harry's shirt.) She placed the blanket back down and pondered whether to wake them up. While she thought the act was rather inappropriate, she begrudge either of them the security. She had seen how fragile Hermione was the night before and figured that the girl needed reassurance that her savior was safe. Just then she noticed the two of them move slightly, with Harry pulling Hermione tighter against him and Hermione hands wandering across Harry's bare smiled at the pair 'To be young and in love,' she thought remembering her own courtship with Arthur. She left the living quietly and went into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Harry soon awoke after hearing some noise in the kitchen. He was still tired but he couldn't bring himself to go back to sleep. He took in his surrounding and found that nothing had changed from when he had awoken in the middle of the night. He was still on the couch in the living room. His back was still sore though he wasn't in as much pain. Hermione was using his chest as a pillow while her hands were... 'Why are Hermione hands scratching my stomach?' Harry then noticed that he and Hermione had changed positions during the night. She was now using him as a pillow while her legs were wrapped around his with her thigh grazing his... 'Merlin, don't let her feel that.' Harry didn't know what to do. Any movement he made could possibly wake her up and he couldn't let that... 'God, her scratching my stomach feels good.' It was torture and the worst part of the whole thing was her hair. Her stupid, bushy... 'Is that vanilla and strawberry I smell?'

He couldn't help himself.

He took the hand that had just been wrapped around Hermione and started to run his fingers through her hair. 'God it's soft,' her Harry's thoughts as he continued to twirl her hair through his fingers. Hermione, unknowingly, responded by trailing her hand up to to Harry's chest. The trail of her fingers left goosebumps on Harry's skin. Harry, feeling it was unfair that Hermione's hand had so much skin contact, returned his hand to its previous location. However, instead of staying on top of Hermione t-shirt, his hands went underneath.

It's was the strangest thing, touching Hermione like this. He almost felt guilty about. Almost. Her skin was so soft, he couldn't even begin to describe it. His fingers grazed her ribs and feel her breath coming out rapidly against his neck. He then moved his hand to her lower back and started to stroke up and down her spine using his knuckles. That action caused to things to happen. First, Hermione let out a weird kind of sigh that almost sounded like a moan. Next, she started to grind her hips into Harry's thigh. Harry didn't know what was going on. All he knew is that he felt a strange warmth against his thigh. And that was when it happened. He twitched.

Hermione was having a really great dream. It was just her and Harry with each of them wearing very little clothing and it involved a lot of touching. The feeling was indescribable. It was almost as if Harry was actually touching her, making her feel... 'What was that?' Hermione stopped her dry-humping of her dream Harry when she felt something poke her thigh. She slowly opened her eyes to find that she and Harry were in a rather awkward position. Her hand was now gripping his neck, her fingernails digging lightly into his skin. Her lips were dangerously close to his Adam's Apple and her thigh was now pressed tightly against his... 'Oh. My. God. Harry has an erection. He has an erection,' were the only things going through her mind for a full ten seconds. That is until the other part of her brain came into function. 'Harry has an erection and I'm the one who caused it.'

Hermione, now aware of what roused her from her dream, titled her head up to look at Harry. His eyes were closed tight and his body seemed tense. 'Why does Harry look like that? If he's asleep then why is his body...' Then it hit her. 'He's not asleep. He was awake the entire time.' At first, the thought that he was awake made her angry. 'Why didn't he stop me? He must of thought it was funny.' Then taking into account Harry's physical reaction, she came to the more logical conclusion. 'He liked it. He liked what I was doing to him.' Taking note that Harry's hand was under her shirt, she also came to the realization that he had equally participated in the events. Hermione's mind was in a daze. Here she was feeling up on her best friend who had almost died the night before trying to save her. But, he had touched her back which meant that he was angry at her either. She figured that the only way to stop this from getting any weirder was t talk to him about it.

"Harry? You awake?"

"Yeah Hermione, I'm up."

'Oh I'm well aware of how up you are Harry,' she thought, a smiling playing on her lips.

"Well normally I would say good morning, Harry but given recent events I would say that good doesn't quite cover it."

"Well, If you hadn't stopped it would have been great day," Harry replied, smirking at her. It was something that he only did for her and this seemed a pretty appropriate time to break it out.

"So Harry, you thought my actions were great, huh?"

"The Hermione Granger that I know doesn't believe in anything less than great. However, I never thought that you would throw yourself at me like Miss Granger. I thought you were a lady."

"Oh I am Mr. potter. But as I recall, you threw yourself over me last night. Think of this as just me returning the favor."

This was easy for them, the back and forth banter. It was something they had been doing since their first year. The only difference was that now they would throw the occasional flirtatious comment. Harry wondered if this was a good thing to do now, given how they woke up and were currently entangled but he wouldn't back down first. Harry shifted his position so that he could sit up. The unexpected movement caused Hermione to slide over Harry's torso. The end result was Harry leaning against the armrest with Hermione straddling him.

"Well, this is much better," Harry said sarcastically.

"Isn't it?" Hermione replied. And just to prove her point, gently ground her hips against Harry. She was rather excited shut his tight at the contact.

"When get Hermione Granger become so naughty?"

"What do you mean? I've always been this naughty. You and Ron just focus on my bookworm persona."

"While that might be the case, you might want to refrain from doing that again as it is not helping my little problem go away," Harry groaned out. He was staring intensely into Hermione's eyes and was making this whole process harder for him.

"Two thing Harry. First, what you are going through is not a problem. Having an erection is normal for a boy your age," Hermione said all of this with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

"Why thank you for telling me about my erection. How I ever got this far without you telling me about is amazing," Harry replied. Harry was starting to find it weird how easy it was having this kind of conversation with her. But he figured if he couldn't talk about with her, then he couldn't talk about this kind of stuff with anybody.

"Well thank you Harry. And after all, waking up with a full bladder could have far worse complications than you realize."

'So she thinks that is what caused this,' Harry thought to himself. 'Well this is going to be fun.'

"Well sorry to disappoint you Miss Granger but it wasn't a full bladder that caused my reaction."

"Really? Well then what did cause it?"

"Simple. Having a beautiful witch draped over me all night, having her naughty way with my body." Harry smirked at the gobsmacked look on her face.

"Do you really mean that Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice lowered to a whisper.

"Hermione you have felt the proof."

"No not that. The part where you think I'm beautiful. Did you mean that?"

Harry looked back at her stunned. Was she blind? Did she not see how angelic she looked.

"Of course I meant it Hermione. Why do you think I would lie about that?" Harry was curious as to why she needed him to clarify his statement.

"Well it's just no one has ever said that to me before," Hermione said, slowly coming back down to the reality of the situation.

"Well, then I will just have to tell you everyday so you get use to hearing it."

The smile that Hermione gave him could power his patronus, with the way it made him feel. But right now, Harry had to get back on track.

"But Miss Granger I must say that I am quite offended. Most women would give an arm for the chance to arouse the Boy-Who-Lived."

Hermione chuckled at Harry's false bravado before getting back to this weird game that they were playing.

"You are quite right. As a matter of fact, I think that I will sell this story to the prophet."

"Really? And what will the headline read?"

"Hmm, let me think. Oh I got it. 'Muggleborn Girl Molest Wizarding Savior.' How's that sound?"

"I don't know if I would use the word 'molest'?"

"ANd why not Mr. Potter?"

"Well if you used the that particular word, people might assume that the contact was unwanted."

"Well wasn't it?"

Hermione had a weird look in her eye when she asked Harry this question. He was aware that his response could redefine what their relationship was. Unfortunately, before Harry could answer, they heard feet shuffling above their heads.

"I guess everyone is starting to wake up. We might want to move. Merlin knows how Ron will react if he catches like this."

Hermione heard Harry's words and realized that he was right. Ron would make a big scene and none of them needed that. So Hermione reluctantly got off Harry and went to go sit down on the couch opposite Harry.

"Thanks again Harry."

"No problem. I owe you a thank you as well."

"Why?"

"For staying with me. For not leaving my side. It meant a lot," Harry said sincerely. He remembered when she was petrified during their second year and how he spent every moment he could waiting for her to wake up. He even snuck in at night justin case so that she didn't wake up alone.

"It was no problem Harry. Besides, you did for me and you had to do it for close to a month."

Harry froze at Hermione's response. 'How did she know that? I never told that I visited that often.' Harry was about to ask what Hermione was talking about when she cut him off.

"Madam Pomfrey told me last night. I was in shock, as I told you before, and I was refusing to move so that she could treat you. So she leaned into my ear and told about how you would visit me everyday. How you read me books and went over notes from class. She even told me about how you would occasionally sneak in at night."

Harry was somewhat shocked that Madam Pomfrey was aware that he was sneaking in after hours. But what made even weirder is that she never called him on it.

Hermione could tell what Harry was thinking and decided to tell him what Madam Pomfrey told her the night before.

"She thought it was sweet of you Harry. Not wanting tyour best friend to wake up alone. She didn't want to discourage from continuing to come and see me."

Harry made a mental note to write the mediwitch a nice note thanking her for what she had done and for allowing him to see her that year.

"Anyway, while she said you were occasionally stubborn, when it came time for my check-ups, you moved out of the way so she could do her job because you knew she was the only hope of making sure I was better. After she told me that, I calmed down enough to move so she could do her job on you."

Harry didn't know how to respond to that. Luckily, the rest of the Weasley's made their way down the steps. Fred and George were the first to notice Harry.

"Well look..."

"Who has returned..."

"To the land..."

"Of the living," Fred and George said in their usual twin speak.

"Good morning guys," Harry said.

"Gave us a good scare last night Harry..."

"But better you than her...

"After all she is pretty..."

"And smart..."

"And doesn't almost bite every year."

Harry looked Hermione right in the eyes and said, "See, I knew I wasn't the only one who thought you were pretty Hermione."

Hermione blushed lightly while Fred and George just looked between the two of them. Before either of them could say anything else, a red blur rushed passed them and latched onto Harry.

"Good morning to you too Ginny," Harry said, trying to breathe.

"Oh My God Harry I was so worried about you," Ginny sobbed.

"Well I'm okay so there is no need for you to cry okay."

With that said, Harry took his thumbs and gently wiped the tears from Ginny's cheeks. Hermione could barely keep her jealous feelings at bay. She knew Harry was just trying to calm down the young girl but she knew of Ginny's crush and his actions would just strengthen her feelings for him.

"Breakfast is almost ready so if you all are done harassing the poor boy, come in here and help set the table," Molly called from the kitchen.

Fred, George and Ginny left to go help their mother while Harry held Hermione back for a second.

"Hey I know we were interrupted earlier and my guess is that we won't get another moment alone like that we get back to Hogwarts. So if you want to know the answer to that question of yours, ask me again on your birthday and I promise I'll tell you the truth."

Hermione, at first, was confused about what Harry was talking about. Then she realized he was referring to the 'molesting' question.

"You know you could just answer the question right now," Hermione said in response, leaning in close.

Harry smiled. "Now where would be the fun in that."

"Prat."

"Know-it-all."

With that, the two of them walked into the kitchen. However, neither Harry or Hermione noticed during their last exchange that they weren't alone. Watching from the top of the steps was a rather put out looking Ronald Weasley.