Just Kiss Me by Heaven

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 27/12/2002
Last Updated: 27/12/2002
Status: Completed

The Pumpkin Pie fic! :) Harry and Hermione sneak to the kitchens for pumpkin pie but end up
doing other stuff. heehee




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(A/N: Here’s just some cutesy ridiculous fluff I came up with when I was lying around in bed
this morning (minds outta the gutter haha) Hope you likes, and please don’t forget to review. Not
flame. And MANY thanks to Ryoko who helped me come up with a title for this and for beta reading
it. If you haven’t read her fic Soul Scepter, go read it after you’ve read and reviewed this!)

Harry trudged along the corridor towards the Gryffindor Tower. He had just endured one of his
most difficult Quidditch practices ever; he’d really managed to smash himself up good tonight. Fred
and George were walking along side him, leaning up against each other for support. Alicia, as soon
as she had been made captain, had turned into a female version of Oliver Wood, working them from
dawn till dusk. The twins had taken quite a beating from the bludgers tonight, as Alicia had found
ways to enchant them to fly directly at the twins constantly. She claimed that it made them
stronger so when they hit them away in the game, they’d go farther. Harry wasn’t too sure about her
tactics. As these thoughts passed through his head he watched in silent amusement as Fred stopped
dead in the corridor and fell onto the ground, George tumbling in a heap on top of him. Harry
prodded Fred with his foot.

“Come on guys, we’re almost to the common room. You can find a sofa to fall onto there.”

“Sofa? Did someone say sofa?” George cried from the floor. Fred took this opportunity to roll
George off of him.

“Geroff me!” he howled. Harry said nothing more to them but told the Fat Lady the password and
held open the portrait so they could stumble through. Ron immediately caught sight of his two
brothers and let out a loud snigger. It was rare that anyone got to see Fred and George in a
dampened mood, especially Ron, so he got quite a kick out of this. Harry was too tired to even
crack another smile. Tripping over his own feet, Harry finally managed to drag himself over to a
couch by the fire. Dropping his broomstick and Quidditch gear on the floor, he sank onto the soft
cushions. Unfortunately for him, someone was already sitting there.

“Eek!” a voice said as Harry flopped over. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked
behind him and saw the one person that could easily make his heart leap in bounds and flush his
face to the deepest shades of crimson. The person that had been there for him for the past 5 years,
one of his most trusted friends and companions. Hermione Granger. The girl who, just in one sweet
move at the end of last year had kissed his cheek, and had, in that one moment, captured his heart.
He had thought about her all that lonely summer, Dumbledore had not wanted him to leave the
Dursleys’ until the new year at Hogwarts started again, and he had not been able to communicate
with either she or Ron. When he passed the barrier on September 1st, he had seen her almost
straightaway and a fluttery, warm feeling had entered his stomach. Now as he realized he was almost
lying on top of her, a large lump entered his throat and he felt his face turn that familiar shade
of red as it always did when he embarrassed himself around her, which since the beginning of the
year, had been quite often. Ron had caught on right away and almost never missed the opportunity to
tease him about it. Harry had sworn him to secrecy, and had also threatened to tell Lavender about
the poems Ron had written for her and had hidden under his mattress.

“Uh…sorry Hermione.” Harry now managed to mumble and sat on the other end of the couch.

“Rough practice huh?” she said sympathetically. Harry nodded in agreement.

“Sometimes I think Alicia’s worse than Wood. He was a fanatic but never this bad.” Harry said,
scratching the area over his eyebrow. When he brought his fingers away they had blood on them.

“Harry! You’re bleeding!” she said with concern apparent in her voice. He shrugged, not wanting
her to think he was in pain.

“It’s just a scratch.”

“Here…” she said, leaning over to him. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as she reached
one slender hand in her robe and took out a tissue. She held it out to him as he looked at it
quizzically.

“What?” he said, looking at the tissue. It was all crumpled in a ball. “That looks like it’s
been used!”

“Harry James Potter! Do you REALLY think I’d give you a used tissue?” Hermione said and snapped
it to straighten it out. She folded it over a few times, then leaned over even further and gently
pressed it on the cut on his forehead.

Harry felt the lump in his throat grow even larger. He hadn’t been this close to her in awhile.
He tried not to be too obvious as he stared into her eyes; luckily she was too focused on taking
care of him that she didn’t notice as his emerald greens slid down from her eyes, to her lips, then
down her slim neck to the creamy colored skin that was exposed by her sweater. Hermione shifted
even closer to him, her chest was now at his eye level, she had her knee in between his legs (he
gulped hard) and he felt gentle pressure as she continued to tend to his wound. Suddenly, he knew
what was going to happen if he didn’t push Hermione back; it sure wouldn’t be his wand that she
would see if she happened to look down. He pushed her back and sat up quickly.

“What’s the matter Harry?” she asked, looking a little put out at the way he had shoved her
away.

“Um…sorry…” Harry stammered. “I uh… I think it’s okay now.” He managed to say, as he touched the
wound.

“Are you sure you’re all right? You look a little flushed.” She said, her own face turning a
slight shade of pink.

“No I’m fine.” Harry said, perhaps a little too quickly. “I think I need to take a shower…I must
stink to high heaven.” He said, grinning a little.

“No, you don’t smell…not too bad.” Hermione said, now pinker. They both just sat there for a few
moments just looking at each other.

“Well. I’ll just be…right back then.” Harry said. He got up and almost ran to the boys’
dormitory. He needed a cold shower, and fast.

Hermione watched him go. ‘What just happened here?’ she thought to herself. She hadn’t allowed
Harry to see it, but she had caught him looking at her while she had been cleaning him up. As she
thought about it more, she realized he had been acting funny since the beginning of the year.
‘Could he like me?’ she thought, then instantly tried to banish it from her head. They had been
best friends for so long now, that it was difficult to think of each other in any way. Or was
it?

Hermione debated these thoughts in her head for the next fifteen minutes until Harry reappeared
in the common room. He saw her still sitting in the same spot, and started heading in her
direction. She saw Ron stop him and talk to him for a few moments, and she took that time to take a
good look at Harry. He had put on one of his sweaters that Mrs. Weasley had made for him; this one
was the exact shade of his eyes, with the Hungarian Horntail on the front. He had swapped his
clunky black frames for some wire-rimmed glasses, and had some jeans and sneakers on. She also
noticed he had his invisibility cloak and Marauder’s Map in his hands, which obviously meant he was
planning on sneaking out somewhere. She felt a small note of disappointment in her chest for some
odd reason. She wasn’t sure why, but she was hoping he would come back and sit with her by the
fire. Sighing, she turned back around and faced the fire. At that moment she noticed a flash of
green to her right and she turned and saw Harry at her side.

“Do you want to come to the kitchens with me?” Harry asked. “Quidditch practice made me really
hungry. I want to see if they have any leftover pie.”

A slight smile spread over Hermione’s face as she snapped her books shut and hopped off the
couch. “Sure.” She said easily. She fell in step next to him as they left the portrait hole
together (Ron was sniggering at the two of them as they walked by) and Harry threw the cloak over
both their heads. Since they had both grown taller in the past summer, they had to huddle closer
together to make sure the cloak covered both of them. Hermione breathed in the woodsy scent of
Harry as they walked, their shoulders and hands touching occasionally. Neither one of them spoke;
Harry kept his concentration on the Marauder’s Map so that he wouldn’t have to pay attention to the
raspberry smell coming off Hermione. They reached the portrait of the fruit quickly. Harry reached
up and tickled the pear. Hermione smiled as the pear giggled, to her that had always been the
funniest thing. They entered the hallway that lead into the kitchens and Harry pulled the cloak
off. Dobby of course raced forward to greet them.

“Harry Potter sir!” Dobby shrieked, throwing himself exuberantly at Harry’s legs. Harry stifled
a laugh as he was propelled backwards and Hermione couldn’t help but snicker.

“Hi Dobby.” Harry said when Dobby finally disentangled himself. His eyes widened as he took in
Hermione.

“Harry Potter brings his girlfriend now!” Dobby said. Harry immediately flushed red and Hermione
did the same, but neither one of them bothered to correct Dobby.

“Actually Dobby,” Harry said after a moment of almost unbearable silence, “We came down to see
if you guys had any leftover pie from dinner tonight?”

Dobby raced towards the inner part of the kitchens immediately and came back with a large
pumpkin pie.

“Will this do Harry Potter sir?” Dobby asked him.

“Ahhh, excellent Dobby! Pumpkin pie is my favorite!” Harry said. Hermione looked at him in
surprise.

“It is? I always thought you liked apple best.” She remarked.

“No, pumpkin’s always been my favorite.” Harry smirked. “Perhaps that’s because Dudley always
eats cherry, apple, mince…anything but pumpkin. I had it once when I was a kid at Mrs. Figg’s house
and thought it was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He said. ‘Except I’d be willing to bet you
taste better.’ He added silently to himself. He carried the pie tin over to the small table and
Dobby raced over with two plates and two forks. Harry and Hermione settled into the chairs and
stabbed their forks directly into the pie.

“Harry Potter sir?” came a quieter voice. Winky appeared at their side, holding a can of whip
cream. “Would you like this for your pie?”

“Thanks Winky!” Harry smiled kindly at her and took the cream. Winky beamed at him and scampered
back off towards the stove. He shook the can and held it out to Hermione.

“Want some?” he asked.

“Sure.” She replied. He sprayed some of the whip cream directly onto the pie (neither one
bothered with the plates) and she took her index finger and swabbed some of it. Harry watched as
she raised the finger to her lips and licked it off slowly. It took all his self-constraint not to
jump over the table and start kissing her right then and there. Hermione looked up at him with
amusement, she had noticed him fidgeting.

“Something wrong Harry?” she asked with a hint of a smile on her face.

“No.” Harry choked out, wishing his face would stop burning. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason. You just look really…hot…all of a sudden.” Hermione said slyly, widening her eyes a
little for effect. Harry stared at her for a second with his mouth open, and then the realization
hit him. She was *teasing* him. Harry then knew just exactly what he wanted to do. He raised
the can of whip cream and before Hermione knew what was happening, he had aimed and fired. Hermione
screamed as her face was covered with white cream.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER!” Hermione screeched for the second time that evening. Harry sat back and
laughed as Hermione frantically wiped whip cream off her face. She glared at him angrily and that
made him laugh harder. In fact, he was now laughing so hard, he fell off his chair, the can of
cream falling from his hand and rolling across the floor. Hermione saw her chance and snatched it
up before Harry could get to it. She pointed it at him and grinned widely.

“My turn!” she sang happily and opened fire. Whip cream went everywhere, including all over the
floor and Harry. He tried to roll out of the way but Hermione just came in closer and continued her
attack. She was the one laughing now as Harry’s silky raven black hair turned sticky white and his
glasses were smudged. Finally, Hermione had to stop because the can was empty. She set it back on
the table delicately and regarded Harry (plastered onto the floor) with a satisfied expression.

“That’ll teach you to do that to me Potter!” she said. Harry grinned and held out his hand.

“Help me up.” He said. Hermione grasped his hand to pull him to his feet but Harry had other
ideas. He pulled Hermione down next to him and brought his other hand from behind his back and
plastered more cream on her. ‘If she thought this was over she had another thing coming.’ Harry
thought to himself. Hermione of course tried to retaliate, but Harry knew exactly where her weak
points were, and began tickling her.

“Harry!” she screamed between fits of laughter. “Not fair!” When Harry finally stopped tickling
her, Hermione had to pause for a moment to catch her breath. Reaching up for her wand on the table,
she summoned a rag. She wiped her face and robe off and handed it to Harry. He pulled his glasses
off and tried to clean them but only smeared them up further.

“Bugger.” He said ruefully. “I’ll have to clean these up when we get back.”

“Here.” Hermione said. “Let me take a look.” She muttered a cleaning spell and returned them to
Harry.

“Thanks.” He said gratefully. She looked at him for a moment and started giggling again.

“What?” he said.

“You still have cream on your face.” Hermione replied. She took the rag from him and wiped his
face gently. He stood quietly, his gaze serious and burning. She grew flustered from having him
stand so close and didn’t realize she had cleaned his face off but kept wiping.

“I think you’ve got it all.” Harry said. She nodded and dropped the cloth on the table.

“You’ve missed a spot.” Harry said. Hermione looked back at him and furrowed her brow.

“I did? I don’t see anything on your face anymore.” She replied.

“No, on yours.” He said, a smile playing on the corner of his lips.

“I did?” she said, pressing her hands to her face as she tried to find any remnants of whip
cream.

“I’ve got it.” Harry said. He brought his finger to her bottom lip and brushed it across. His
green eyes met her brown ones, and they held their gaze for what seemed like hours.

“Harry.” Hermione said desperately. “Just kiss me.”

Harry obliged without another thought. His lips came crashing down onto hers, kissing her with
all the fervor he’d had since her lips had brushed his cheek last summer. He felt her lips part
under his, and her tongue intertwined with his. They had fallen back on the table without even
noticing. Hermione’s hands grasped Harry’s sweater and his hands were ensnared in her long hair,
caressing the side of her face, exploring anywhere he dared to in this, their first kiss. After
several more minutes in which they did not even part for air, Hermione finally pulled back.

“Harry!” she gasped.

“What?” he asked, trying to kiss her again. She pushed him back however, and sat up. She turned
around and started to laugh. Harry, when he had laid her on the table, had laid her right onto
their unfinished pumpkin pie. Harry looked at her for a moment with his wide green eyes as if he
expected her to throw a fit.

“Oh well.” Hermione said. She grabbed the front of Harry’s sweater and pulled him into another
kiss.



