Stuck where? For the Weekend?

Just Breathing

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/10/2003
Last Updated: 21/11/2003
Status: completed

Harry and Hermione get locked in the Greenhouse for the Weekend! What will happen? Answer to a challenge by Kyo on The H/Hr forum. My first fic, be nice!

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2. Whole Story

1. untitled

Title: Stuck where? For the Weekend?

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Harry and Hermione get locked in a Greenhouse for the weekend. WHAT will happen? Response to a challenge by Kyo in the H/Hr forum.

Disclaimer: We own nothing! Please don’t sue us!

Theme: Romance/Humour

Ships: Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Neville (Passing reference)

Spoilers: All 5 Books

A/N: OK, this is a response to a challenge by Kyo on The H/Hr challenges forum section of Portkey. I hope you like it and don’t forget to R&R! :D

"OK, when you have finished tyding away, you can go." Professor Sprout said in her usual chipper voice.
"I don't care what happens, I'm going to the hall. I could eat a Hippogriff between two bread vans!" Ron moaned rubbing his stomach.
"Oh, honestly Ron, don't you ever think about anything other than food?" Hermione said angrily.
"No. And don't take it out on me! It's not my fault you like- Mugsfa" Hermione had slammed her hand over Rons mouth before he could reveal her deepest secret.
'I'm going to kill Ginny' She thought.
"Who do you like Hermione?" Harry asked smiling.
"No one." She answered, perhaps too quickly.
"Right," Harry said sceptically "Well we'd better go before Sprout locks us in" He joked pushing Hermione along with his hand on the small of her back.
Ron trailed behind trying desperately not to laugh at the dreamy look on Hermione’s face.
"Oh!" She said suddenly.
"What?"
"I forgot something." She said turning and rushing back into the greenhouse.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Just a book, but I need it for my homework." She said.
"I'll come with you."
"Well, I'm going to dinner, see you in a bit." Ron said leaving them in the greenhouse together.
"Where did you leave it?" He asked
"In the back room."
They disappeared from view just as Professor Sprout re-entered the Greenhouse. She took one last look around; shut the door on locked it with a specially developed unbreakable charm.

Harry and Hermione came back into view, as Professor Sprout walked away.
Hermione was attempting to shove the large book into her bag while walking, without success.
"Come here." Harry said taking the book and bag from her. He slipped it in easily and handed her bag back to her.
"Thanks." Hermione said gratefully.
"Your welcome."
"So, how much of a mess do you think Ron's made of himself?" Harry asked reaching for the handle of the door.
"I dunno, probably like a food factories exploded on him."
Harry laughed.
"Yeah," He pushed down on the handle.
The door wouldn't open.
He tried it again.
Nothing
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked.
"I think we're locked in."

****

2. Whole Story

Title: Stuck where? For the Weekend?

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Harry and Hermione get locked in a Greenhouse for the weekend. WHAT will happen? Response to a challenge by Kyo in the H/Hr forum on Portkey.org

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Please don’t sue me!

Theme: Romance/Humour

Ships: Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Neville (Passing reference)

Spoilers: All 5 Books

A/N: OK, this is a response to a challenge by Kyo on The H/Hr challenges forum section of Portkey. I hope you like it and don’t forget to R&R! :D

"OK, when you have finished tyding away, you can go." Proffesser Sprout said in her usual chipper voice.
"I don't care what happens, I'm going to the hall. I could eat a Hippogiff between two bread vans!" Ron moaned rubbing his stomach.
"Oh, honestly Ron, don't you ever think about anything other than food?" Hermione said angrily.
"No. And don't take it out on me! It's not my fault you like- Mugsfa" Hermione had slammed her hand over Rons mouth before he could reveal her deepest secret.
'I'm going to kill Ginny' She thought.
"Who do you like Hermione?" Harry asked smiling.
"No one." She answered, perhaps too quickly.
"Right," Harry said sceptically "Well we'd better go before Sprout locks us in" He joked pushing Hermione along with his hand on the small of her back.
Ron trailed behind trying desperately not to laugh at the dreamy look on Hermiones face.
"Oh!" She said suddenly.
"What?"
"I forgot something." She said turning and rushing back into the greenhouse.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Just a book, but I need it for my homework." She said.
"I'll come with you."
"Well, I'm going to dinner, see you in a bit." Ron said leaving them in the greenhouse together.
"Where did you leave it?" He asked
"In the back room."
They dissapeared from view just as Proffesser Sprout re-entered the Greenhouse. She took one last look around, shut the door on locked it with a specially developed unbreakable charm.

Harry and Hermione came back into view, as Proffesser Sprout walked away.
Hermione was attempting to shove the large book into her bag while walking, without sucsess.
"Come here." Harry said taking the book and bag from her. He slipped it in easily and handed her bag back to her.
"Thanks." Hermione said greatfully.
"Your welcome."
"So, how much of a mess do you think Ron's made of himself?" Harry asked reaching for the handle of the door.
"I dunno, probably like a food factory’s exploded on him."
Harry laughed.
"Yeah," He pushed down on the handle.
The door wouldn't open.
He tried it again.
Nothing
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked.
"I think we're locked in."

"What? No we're not." Hermione said pushing Harry aside.
"Aloahamora."
Nothing.
"I have an idea." Harry said taking out his wand "Open Sesame."
"Open Sesame?" Hermione repeated "Thats not a spell."
"It was worth a shot though." He said putting his wand back in his cloak.
"No it wasn't."
"OK, stand back." He said ignoring her last comment
"Why?" Hermione asked
Harry crashed into the door, which achieved nothing but giving him a dull aching sensation in his shoulder.
"Bad idea." He said massaging where it hurt.
"I could've told you that."
Harry chose to ignore that comment aswell, and instead started searching for another escape route.
"The window." He said
"What?"
"The window. It's open."
"Which one?" Hermione asked
"The one in the ceiling." He answered.
"How on earth are we supposed to get up there?"
"I'll lift you up."
"There is not a chance in this world that you're going to lift me up there." She said sitting on the workbench behind her.
"You're not heavy. Come on."
"No way."
"Look Mione, I know you don't like heights, but I'll have you the entire time, I wont let you fall" A voice in Harris mind was screaming 'LIAR!!!' he silenced the voice quickly and managed to persuade Hermione to try his plan.
"OK, I'll lift you up as much as I can, but you're gonna have to reach up and pull up aswell OK?" He asked
"Yeah. I still don't like this Harry."
"I know, but you'll be fine. Trust me."
"Fine." She said as Harry tightened his grip on Hermione's waist and counted "1...2...3 JUMP!"
She did as she was asked and managed to grip the edge of the window before-
"Oh-oh"
"What?"
"I'm loosing my-"
CRASH
"Grip." He finished weakly.
Hermione landed directly on top of Harry, and any one coming into the room at that moment, would have most certainly got the wrong idea.
Hermione didn't move an inch, although she was a brilliant shade of magenta, she looked very comfortable.
"Are you just going to stay there?" Harry asked bright red himself.
Hermione blushed, if possible, even brighter and rolled off him muttering "Sorry"

****

They tried everything they could think of but nothing worked, by the time they had exhausted all of their options, it was very late, and very dark. They had lit their wands so they could see what they were doing, but their eyelids were starting to become heavy.
"What time is it?" Harry asked
"Um..." Hermione strained her eyes to look at the small dial on her wrist. "2:10."
"Well, I doubt we'll get out of here now."
"Or me." She agreed
"Come with me then." He said taking her hand in his, and pulling her along.
"Where are we going?" She asked
"Sleep." he answered spreading his disguarded cloak over the cold floor.
"Come on." He repeated sitting down.
She took the cloak from her own shoulders and handed it to Harry.
"Thanks. Now sit down." he said softly.
She did as she was asked and sank down next to him.
He pulled her back with him gently, so they were both lying down facing to glass roof.
"It's cold." She commented shivering slightly.
Harry immediately covered her with her cloak and pulled her closer to him.
"Sharing body heat?" She asked
"Uhhh....yeah,. I'll go with that." He answered smiling.
They lay silent for half-an-hour, neither one of them able to sleep, 'sharing body heat'.
"Better?" Harry asked
"Much."
"Good."
Harry shifted slightly to get more comfortable with Hermione in his arms, and her head on his chest.
"Uh Harry?" Hermione said
"Yeah?"
"What’s that?"
"It's my wand I swear!" He answered quickly
"Just making sure."

Hermione woke early and felt Harry’s arms still wrapped around her, keeping her close and warm.
She lay her head back on his chest and shifted closer to him.
"You awake?" He murmured, not sure if he was.
"Yeah."
"Comfy?"
"Mmmm."
"Look." He said pointing at a plant "Squint your eyes a bit and tilt your head to the left." She did as she was asked
"Snape." She laughed.
"Yeah. It's got the hooked nose, hair and everything. And look at that one." He said
"McGonogall."
"Only, that can't give us Detentions."
"I can though"
"Yeah, but I'd have to do the Detention with you, so that'd be good." He said smiling
"Oh, I can make your life Hell."
"I doubt it."
"Really?"
"Yep. I bet you can't make me miserable."
"I bet I can." She said
"OK, if you can make me say I'm miserable because of you I'll do anything you want me to do for a whole day."
"If I can't I'll do anything you want me to do for a day."
"Deal" Harry said grabbing her hand, which was currently residing over his, and shaking it.
"Deal"
***
A few hours later the sun was shining on the greenhouse and was heating it up rapidly.
"I don't think I'm going to last much longer." Hermione croaked
"No, nor me." Harry answered removing his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt slightly.
"I need a drink." Hermione said mimicking his actions.
"Do you know any spells?" Harry asked
"For what?"
"Cooling us down."
"No."
"Great."
"I have an idea! I can't believe I didn't think of this before!" Hermione exclaimed
"What?"
"It's so simple."
"What is?"
"Where are we?"
"An oven?"
"Close, but no."
"OK greenhouse." He said
"Right. Well what do plants need?"
"Light."
"And?"
"Food"
"And?"
"Carbon Dioxide."
"OK, stop being awkward. They need water"
"So?"
"So there's got to be some in here somewhere then."
"Where?"
"I dunno, we have to look for it." She said looking around the searing room.
"Does that mean we have to walk around in this heat?" He asked.
"If you want water. Yes."
"Don't you know the floor plan for this place? Haven't you read about it somewhere?"
"Don't be silly. Hogwarts: A History, merely states that the greenhouses were the last thing to be erected in the castle."
"Oh I doubt that." Harry Muttered and immediately began to drag his mind from the gutter (A/N: As well as the rest of you I'm guessing!!!!)

***
Half an hour later they still hadn't found the water and they were giving up hope.
"So we're either going to cook, or die of thirst." Harry said collapsing to the floor.
"Or starve." Hermione supplied.
"Or starve." He agreed.
"No you're not meant to agree, you're meant to tell me that everything’s going to be OK, and you'll get us out of here within the hour! I can't stay in here any longer! I have things to do! People to see-"
"No you don't"
"Shut-up I'm ranting! Anyway I have homework to do, I need to read my weekly book, I need to help Proffesser Heshea sort out his Defence Class. I need to rewrite my History of Magic essay, then go over it again, talk to Proffesser McGonogall-"
"MIONE! Stop Panicking! We'll be fine!"
"Fine? How will we be fine? This place is becoming an oven, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to die"
"Hermione chill-"
"I'd love to, but unless I strip I doubt I will."
"Well, have you got something underneath your shirt?"
"Yeah." She said slowly
"Well, take your shirt off then."
"But you're-"
"Not going to see anything. As long as you keep your top on, I'll see nothing"
"It's uh....pretty tight fitting." She muttered looking at the ground.
"I won't see anything Mione, I promise."
She hesitated for a moment before she said
"OK, but if you can see anything Potter, You'd better tell me." She warned.
"I will." He said. The voice in his head was screaming LIAR!!! again, but he didn't even attempt to silence it this time.
Hermione was simply standing in front of him.
"Well?"
"Umm...."
"I'll turn around OK?"
She nodded so he turned the opposite direction trying to rid his mind of the thoughts of Hermione that he most certainly wasn't supposed to be having.
"I'm done." She said so Harry turned around and found it VERY difficult not to stare at her.
This was a very different Hermione then he was used to, sure he found her pretty all the time, but now....the baggy shirts she wore covered up a lot!
'Uh Harry your jaw' 'Oh yeah thanks'
"Are you hat Harry?" She asked, not noticing how difficult he was finding it to look anywhere else.
"I am now." He answered swallowing hard
'OK, stop staring at your best friend and don't even think that!'

***

They spent the next few hours making idol conversation, and comparing the shapes of the plants in the greenhouse to Students and Teachers in Hogwarts.
Around Mid-day Harry heard a strange clicking noise, and discovered quickly what it was.
"What’s that?" He asked
Water erupted from the floor, walls, and ceiling completely drenching them both.
"Sprinklers." Hermione answered.
"Ah."
He remembered far too late what colour Hermione was wearing: White. Her tight fitting top had become much more revealing. Apparently she hadn't remembered herself yet as she was still the colour she was meant to be.
It seemed Harry was going to have to remind her. A conversation he was not looking forward too.
He found it difficult to tear his eyes away from the black material that was showing through her top, but he thought it was better if he had the I-can-see-through-your-top conversation looking at her, not her chest.
"Umm...Mione?" He said looking intently at her face.
"Yeah? Don't you just love the rain!?" She said happily.
"This isn't rain."
"Close enough"
"Right. Um.. remember when you told me to tell you if I could see anything?" He asked hoping she'd get the point.
No luck.
"Yeah." She said slowly
"Look down."
She did as she was asked and took a sharp intake of breath while grabbing her soaking black cloak from the bench, and turning a brilliant shade of Magenta.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She squealed
"I told you as soon as I saw myself." He said quickly
She studied him for a while trying to see if he was telling the truth. When she was happy that he was she said "Well at least you weren’t gawking at my chest."
"Jere Mione, I wouldn't do that! You're not a piece of meat!"
Hermione smiled "So I can get dressed and undressed in front of you and you wouldn't look?" She asked.
"Well I wouldn't say that. I'm not THAT innocent." He answered now smiling himself.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't look at me anyway."
"Why not?2 He asked.
"'Cause I'm me."
"And?"
"And no-one looks at Me."
"You're kidding right? Everyone looks at you!"
"No they don't" She laughed "Hermione Granger equals Harry Potters book-worm best friend. Simple as that."
"No not simple as that. Hermione Granger equals an amazing, intelligent and gorgeous person."
"You don't need to lie to me." Hermione said still smiling
"I'm not lying to you."
"You're doing it again."
"No I'm not! Why don't you believe me?"
"Because you can't possibly think that."
"Why not? And I want a real answer this time."
"Because you're you. And you can have any girl you want and you want me?! I doubt it!" She laughed as though it was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard.
"But I do!" He protested surprising himself "I don't want any other girls. I want you."
"What about Cho?" She asked
"What about her?"
"Don't you want her?"
"After that date from Hell last year, during which I might add, I was thinking about you, and I went to meet you straight after. No way. You beat her Hands-down. You beat everyone hands-down actually."
"OK. Lavender?"
"Nope."
"Luna?"
"No."
"Ginny?"
"Your kidding right?"
"Who then?" She asked
"YOU!"
"You're lying again."
"No I'm not! I want you. No one else. I love you!" Those last three words surprised Harry, and he didn't expect to say them, but they felt like the most natural thing in the world, and they were true, he did love her.
"L-Lo-Love me?" She questioned shocked.
"Yes! Do you believe me now?"
"No."
"Why not?" He asked getting desperate for her to believe him.
"Because it's not possible for you to love me."
"Yes it is! You've been my best friend for six years. I love everything about you! The way you bite your lip when you're nervous, the way you nag me and Ron to do our homework because you want to make sure we become what we want to be. The way you always have my best interests at heart. And I love you! Believe me when I say when I say that, and I want to be with you!
"These feeling I've been having aren't easy to cope with, they scare the hell out of me, but in the end it's all I can see. Please believe me!"
"I want to." She whispered
"Then do!"
She looked at the ground saying nothing.
Harry placed his hands on either side of her face makng her lok at him, tears were falling silently down her soft cheeks.
"Mione, I'll love you endlessly, I'll give you everything, but I won't give you up. I won't let you down, and if you were gone I'd kill myself-"
"Harry." She interrupted shaking her head
"No, I would. You're my whole world Hermione. Being here with you this weekend has been the best weekend of my life and I'm never going to forget it." He said wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
"You believe me?" He asked
She nodded and smiled.
"Mione."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to kiss you now."
"OK."
His lips descended upon Hermiones exploring hers softly. They became so lost in one another they didn't hear the soft click of the door unlocking or the creak of the hinges as Neville pulled it open, talking quietly to Ginny.
"Are you sure know one knows?" He asked
"Poso- Whoa!" Ginny said catching sight of Harry and Hermione, lips locked in the centre of the greenhouse.
They broke apart smiling, purely out of lack of oxygen, they looked deeply into each others eyes as though looking into their souls.
Ginny cleared her throught causing them to jump apart, and attempt to look guilty.
"And how long has this been going on?" She asked
"Um...about 5 minutes." Hermione answered
"Not the kiss, the relationship."
"Well we haven't really got one yet."
"Yet. But, Mione. Will you be my Girlfriend?" Harry asked
"Yes." She answered sweetly
"Awwwwwwww." Ginny said
"Well, we've just witnessed the beginning of you're life-long relationship." Neville said matter-of-factly.
"I hope so." Harry answered looking at his new girlfriend.

~END~

A/N: Well what do you think? Don’t forget to R&R!