An Order of the Phoenix Alternate Scene

Jack Ryan

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 15/09/2003
Last Updated: 15/09/2003
Status: completed

This is an alternate scene from the Order of the Phoenix. What if Harry had said to making elf hats with Hermione? Includes a naughty dream...(wink wink)

Chapters

1. Elf Hats

1. Elf Hats

DISCLAIMER: All Harry Potter characters, figures, and places belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. No money is being made (oh well…sigh) from the use of these characters…

“Oh no,” said Hermione, looking relieved, “if you're going that means I can go too, without being rude. I'm absolutely exhausted and I want to make some more hats tomorrow. Listen, you can help me if you like, it's quite fun, I'm getting better, I can do patterns and bobbles and all sorts of things now.”

Harry looked into her face, which was shining with glee. Well, he really didn't want to knit, but Hermione looked so eager that he couldn't bring himself to say no.

“All right,” he said.

“Really?” she squeaked.

“Sure, why not?” Harry asked, shrugging, almost laughing at how happy Hermione's face looked.

He then traipsed off to the boys' dormitories leaving her with a grin on her face. When he entered the dormitory, Harry quickly pulled off his glasses and dropped them off on his drawer. He lay down and slowly began falling into the throes of sleep…

He looked up. He was in a strange room. It was in a house that he didn't recognize. Harry looked around. There was a rocking chair and an older Hermione (she was probably twenty-five or twenty-six) was slowly swinging back on forth on it, knitting a scarf. It certainly was a cute domestic scene in his opinion.

Hermione looked up and saw him, “Oh, Harry! There you are!”

Harry felt rather confused and was about to say so, but then heard his voice say, “Hermione, my love, come here.”

Shocked, Harry watched as Hermione came up to him and gave him a long, gentle kiss on the lips. He felt his own lips reacting to it, but felt almost separate from it. What am I doing here? Why am I kissing Hermione? And why did I call her `love'?[

“How was your day at the office, dear?”

“Good,” he heard his voice say, “we're really picking up the straggling Death Eaters who still survive.”

“That's great,” she said happily, “anyway, I made spaghetti and garlic butter rolls for dinner.”

“Thanks a bunch, Hermione,” Harry said, “you know that's my favorite. Whatever would I do without my wife?”

“Nothing,” Hermione said, grinning.

Harry's mind was reeling. What is going on? Is Hermione my wife? Why are we talking about my job? I don't have one yet. How come she's 26?

He watched as Hermione stood up and walked out of the room. She came back carrying a small girl in her arms.

He felt his face crease into a smile. Harry thought that the baby was incredibly cute. She had wisps of blond hair covering her head and she had the most angelic smile he had seen besides Hermione's. Did I just think that? It must be because I'm in this weirdo land. Harry didn't even want to think of the possibility that maybe that these were his own thoughts.

“Say hi to Daddy,” Hermione cooed to the baby.

The baby gurgled something that sounded sort of like a, “Hi.”

“How's my favorite girl today?” Harry asked, coming over to the baby and kissing her on the forehead

“What about me?” Hermione asked, pouting.

Harry laughed, “You're no longer a girl. You're a woman. And a beautiful one at that.”

Hermione grinned at her husband and rubbed his shoulder.

“I love you,” she said.

“I know,” he replied.

“So how's Kalie feeling?” he asked, looking at their baby.

“Well, I think she's over her cold,” Hermione said, placing a hand on the girl's head worriedly.

“Are you going to start teaching her again when she's feeling better?” Harry asked, smiling at his beautiful wife.

“You bet,” said Hermione.

“With you teaching her, she'll be the second smartest witch in England by the time she's eleven.”

Hermione smiled and lay her head on his shoulder.

“You're so sweet,” she said.

“You're sweeter,” Harry said and then swooped down to give her a kiss.

Harry felt himself asking questions again. We have a daughter? And her name's Kalie? Well, that is a pretty name. But I'm married to Hermione! Well, her kissing does feel rather good…Potter, get a hold of yourself. She's your best friend, not your snogging partner.

Harry then tried to clear all the questions out of his mind and focus on the kissing, which was slowly getting more passionate every second. Hermione slowly placed the sleeping Kalie on the sofa and turned back to Harry, her hand trailing down the nape of his neck.

“We shouldn't be doing this in front of the child, even if she is sleeping,” Harry said, breaking the kiss.

“I suppose you're right, she might wake up after all,” Hermione said, “let's go into our room.”

Harry felt himself consent and they walked into the room. Their kissing became more and more insistent and Harry felt a deep wanting that he had never felt before rise up in him. Before he knew what he was doing, he felt himself take off Hermione's shirt, revealing her lacy, white bra.

“I love that bra of yours,” he heard himself say.

Harry's logical mind was trying to talk some sense into him but his body didn't want to listen. He slowly began removing her bra…

*~*~*~*~*

Just as he cried out his release, Harry felt himself being shaken awake. He looked up and saw a blurry face.

“Hermione?” he croaked.

“It's Ron,” he heard Ron say.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ron who was looking at him suspiciously.

“Why'd you call out for Hermione?” Ron asked, “and you just called her name before I woke up…”

Harry felt himself turn red. He knew exactly what he had been doing in his dream. His pants were wet enough to be the evidence.

“I had a weird dream,” he said, “where Voldemort was carrying Hermione off, so I was calling her name out.”

Ron looked at him dubiously, “If you say so.”

Harry then slowly began to get dressed, still contemplating the dream. It was the strangest dream he had ever had…but it was certainly the most pleasurable. He felt himself go red as he remembered the things that he and Hermione had done. Harry certainly had known how to do those things in his dream…although Harry was quite sure he'd be unable to now. He'd probably be clumsier too.

After he finished putting his robes on, he hurried downstairs with Ron. Ron plopped down next to Hermione, but Harry immediately turned brick red when he saw Hermione.

“Hi, Harry!” she said, “How are you?”

“Fine,” he mumbled and grabbed a roll to try and hide his face.

Hermione was looking at him concernedly, but Harry tried his best to not look at her face.

“Hey, we got Quidditch practice today!” said Ron , grinning, “want to help me out?”

“Sure,” said Harry.

*~*~*~*~*

“Well, I'm going to bed,” said Ron, “thanks a million for helping me out on that assignment. Coming, Harry?”

“I'll be up later, I just got to finish a few things,” said Harry, remembering his promise to make elf hats with Hermione.

Ron nodded and headed off to the boys' dorm. He turned and looked at Hermione, who was smiling angelically. God, don't think about that.

“Well, what do you want to make first? Hats or socks?”

“Er----”

“How about socks?” Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged, “Sure.”

Hermione began teaching him the finer intricacies of knitting. Harry was horrible. He was even worse than Hermione had been when she had first started. She looked like a pro compared with him.

Nearly an hour later he threw his wand against the wall angrily.

“I can't get this! It's too hard!”

Hermione laughed.

Such a beautiful laugh. Stop that, Potter! You know you shouldn't be thinking like this.

She walked over and almost began looking at him apprehensively.

“What's up, Hermione? You look anxious,” he said, the concern in his voice evident.

“Er---Harry---er---I don't know how to----”

Harry stood up and placed his arms on her shoulders.

“Come on. You can tell me. You know that I won't laugh at you.”

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to hide her anxiety.

“Harry, I really, really like you.”

Harry looked at her, confused, “Yeah, I know. We're friends, right?”

Hermione shook her head nervously, “No, not like that. I mean, as in I have feelings for you.”

Harry felt his eyes pop out of his head, “Really?”

“Yes. I understand if you don't want----”

Harry pulled her against him. He looked into her deep brown eyes and felt a thirst rising up in him. A need. A want. A desire.

“Hermione, c-c-can I kiss you?”

Hermione smiled a beautiful smile.

“Of course,” she said.

Harry gently lowered his lips and brought them unto hers. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries and cream. It was the most indescribable feeling he had ever felt in his life.

He began kissing her more passionately, rubbing her back in small circles, eager to taste everything and anything of her.

Five feet away, Sirius Black's head sat smirking in the fire. He let himself go back to Grimmauld Place where he immediately went to Remus Lupin's room. Lupin opened the door and looked at Sirius,

“What do you want, Sirius?”

“My winnings,” he replied, “Harry and Hermione are snogging and it's their fifth year. I told you it wouldn't take until the seventh year. I believe that comes out to fifty Galleons.”

*Fin*

End Notes: I'd like to thank Facade for coming up with the idea of writing an alternate scene for OotP. I'd also like to thank E.C.R. Potter who gave me the whole domestic scene idea which in turn led to the dream. And lastly, I'd like to also thank Kalie for being such an awesome person…that's why she's Harry and Hermione's daughter.