When Harry woke up the next morning, he couldn't help but notice that a heavy weight was pinning him down from his hips. The weight was warm and soft and the pressure was absolutely delicious that he couldn't help but moan slightly as he lifted his hips towards it. That's when he heard a feminine giggle and he completely froze solid.
His eyes blinked open and he was met with a pair of beautiful brown eyes looking down on him. There was amusement in those familiar eyes and a silly little smirk plastered on her face. "Hermione?" he whispered still slightly confused and then he had the mistake of looking down. "God," he groaned as he shut his eyes again. She was in her bikini...a bikini that hardly covered her and her perfect round breasts that were only a few inches from his mouth.
"Wake up, Harry," she said giggling again as she sat up on his lap. "It's a beautiful day."
"You are so evil," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, I let you sleep in long enough."
He let out a harsh laugh. Was she that clueless? Is that what she thinks I'm agonizing over? Lack of sleep? Ha. Hardly. "I'm up.... now please get off of me."
She laughed again. "Okay, okay," she said as she crawled off his lap. "But will you hurry and get dressed. I thought we might have some breakfast out by the poolside, and then we could go veg out there all morning.
"Sounds good," he grumbled as he threw off his covers and placed his feet on the ground. "Just give me a bout ten minutes," he said yawning.
She crawled up behind him and slipped her arms around his back, hugging him tight as she propped her chin on his shoulder. "Thanks so much for inviting me, I'm deliriously happy right now."
He couldn't help but grin and he looked back at her. "I couldn't be happier either." He then kissed the tip of her nose. "Now let me go so I can get dressed."
Hermione hopped off the bed and left through the double doors leading out to the living room. It was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. The whole apartment was covered in white; it could have been mistaken for heaven. The couches were draped in a soft leather, that felt like silk and beyond the living room was a clear sliding door, which led to the balcony. She slid the door open and could spell the fresh breeze as she gazed out at the ocean view. She could hear the distant sound of the ways and it was like music to her ears. She turned and leaned against the rail and grinned at the private hot tub that was built into their balcony and knew that it would definitely come in use.
"Wow."
Hermione looked up to see Harry standing just outside the sliding doors dressed and ready for the pool. He had on a pair of blue and white Hawaiian trunks, a pair of red flip-flops and a simple white T-shirt. He looked absolutely adorable.
"I knew we had an ocean view, but this is incredible," he said joining Hermione at the railing.
"I know," she sighed turning back around to face the view. "I can see why this is a hard place to get in. It's breathtaking."
"I could definitely get use to it." Then after a moment of silence, Harry finally turned back around. "Let's get going. I'm starving."
"Okay," she said as they made there way back inside. "Let me just slip on my shirt."
"Good idea," he mumbled.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing," he said waving it off. "Get your shirt and let's get going."
She nodded and Harry watched her in her baby blue bikini with her matching skirt wrap that hardly covered those long shapely legs. He cursed as he took his eyes away trying to think of something other than Hermione.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said coming back from their room.
Harry's jaw dropped when he saw that her "shirt" was actually a white button down that she didn't even button, but tied the two tails together to make a cute little knot at her waist. "What the hell is that?"
She looked down at herself. "What?"
"What's the point of putting on a shirt when it doesn't even cover you."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. It's just an outfit, stop with the over protective crap, please?"
"Fine, if you want guys goggling at you, that's your business." He then grabbed her hand and dragged her out of their suite.
Hermione didn't know what was wrong with him, but she didn't say anything as he led her to little hut by the pool, which held breakfast every morning. He kept his hand firm around hers and when she made the slightest move to pull away, he only squeezed tighter. She didn't say anything until after they sat down and ordered. "Okay, what's wrong with you?"
He looked at her…blinked…and then sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess I just woke up crabby."
"How is it possible to wake up crabby in a place like this?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe I'm just weird." He looked at her. "I'm sorry for snapping earlier."
"It's okay," she said smiling slightly. "And did it ever occur to you that I might want men to goggle at me?"
"Since when?" he laughed.
"Since, I'm on vacation."
"Well, you won't be disappointed." He leaned forward in his seat. "In fact, don't be shocked if I start to goggle."
Her laughter rang out and it put a smile on his face and also to Harry's disliking, caused many male heads to turn
"Oh!" Hermione explained when their order appeared magically on their once empty plates. "Will you look at that…just like Hogwarts."
"And looks almost as good." He forked up some eggs and took a bite. "Maybe even better."
"This bacon is so crispy," Hermione said between bites. "I might just get fat and die happy here."
Harry chuckled as he poured syrup over his French toast. "We're on vacation, we have the right to indulge ourselves." He shared a grin with her as he put down the small pitcher. "In more ways than one."
She giggled, fully knowing his meaning. "Please. I am done with romance for awhile."
He forked a piece of his sausage and smeared it in the syrup. "Who said anything about romance. I'm talking about one night of crazy mind blowing sex."
Hermione choked on the orange juiced she had been sipping. And gazed at Harry's rather amused face. "And who, prey tell, would I want to have a one night stand with?"
He gave a little shrug. "Who knows? Maybe there's a certain wizard here who'll catch your eye. This island is known for steamy and provocative settings.
"Is it now?" Hermione squeaked and cursed herself for not acting as cool and aloof as Harry. "And will you be looking for a certain witch to fulfill any of your fantasies?"
He gave her a lopsided grin. "Only time will tell, Hermy."
She scowled. "You know I don't like that name."
"I know," he said cheerfully and sampled another bite of his eggs. "Wow, will you look at that. I feel better already." He leaned his fork to her plate. "Are you going to eat that hash brown?"
Silverware clanged as she smacked his fork away with her own. "Hands off Potter."
His brows rose. "Are you talking about the food?"
Hermione's jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed. "Yes, I'm talking about the food!" she exasperated.
He chuckled as he returned back to his own food. "Just checking."
"Tell me something, do you get some sick pleasure knowing you can get under my skin?"
"Hmm, let me think," he said as he leaned back in his chair, tapping his finger against his lips as he pretended to ponder. "Yes," he said with a satisfying nod. "Yes, I believe I do."
Hermione glared at him as he continued on with his eating. "Well…suddenly I lost my appetite. Help yourself to my hash brown."
"Ooo, thanks," he said reaching over wit his fork.
"I'm going to the pool," she said standing up.
He nodded as he chewed his food. "Fokay…fafe fe a feat."
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Swallow your food, Potter. That's disgusting."
Harry just grinned at her retreating back while leaning back in his chair. Merlin, did that woman drive him crazy. I'm also going to enjoy driving her just as mad, he thought as he dug back into his food, anticipating the friendly banter to begin.