Hey guys, its 2:30 in the morning and I just got back from the bachlorette party and I'm a wee bit tipsy…hehe. We went to Coyote Ugly(Yes, just like the movie) And I…Harrys Mistress got on the bar and danced! Not only that, I agreed to take off my bra by a Coyote Ugly bartender and she wore it over her shirt all nigh. I took of my bray in front of the whole bar…jeez, what was wrong with me?! I was drunk. Hehe. But I had a ball. ANYway, here's more of Summer Bliss. LOVE YOU!!
Chapter 7
The next couple of days Harry and Hermione got into the swing of things, enjoying their lazy days together. They would spend the days watching movies in Harry's room, snuggled up together on the bed, or sometimes they would go on walks on pretty days and play on the playground like they were six, instead of sixteen. Almost seventeen. The Dursleys allowed them to join them for meals, which most of the time, wasn't great. Harry admired Hermione for always trying to hide the fact that the food was actually terrible. When Mrs. Dursley asked how it was, she would force a smile and tell her it was delicious.
The Dursley's treated her like a queen and he couldn't have been more pleased. They treated him okay, but not as good as Hermione. At first he could tell it was forced, but now Harry noticed that his Aunt actually started to enjoy her company. Maybe having another female around was pleasing for her. He had overheard her one time talking to his uncle, telling him she wanted another child, hopefully another daughter. But his Vernon refused. It was the first and only time he had ever felt sorry for his Aunt Petunia.
After dinner, they would usually head up to his room and get ready for bed. Harry decided it would be best if he made a pallet on the floor and Hermione sleep in his bed, just in case he had another surprise visit from Cho. He was always tempted to leave his hard uncomfortable bed, to join the warm soft bed Hermione occupied. But he managed to resist.
Harry had also introduced Hermione to the world of Playstation 2. She was terrible at it, but still loved to play. "Finally, I found something I'm better at than you," he chuckled when her racecar crashed into a tree.
"Ugh, I can't get the hang of this," she said as she threw down her controller. "Let's play that football game you have, I'm actually good at that."
"No, way...I don't want to humiliate myself again," he said with a chuckle. "Try again."
"Fine. I hate you by the way for getting me hooked on this."
"No you don't," he said with a slight smile.
She sighed. "No, I don't," she admitted. "I just wish I could actually drive this thing without rearing off the road."
Harry looked at her with a grin. She was concentrating intently on the screen, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she moved the control along with her movements, as if she was actually turning a steering wheel. "Here...put it on pause a minute," he said as he scooted closer to her. "I'll help you."
"It's a loss cause Harry."
"Don't say that, the Hermione I know never gives up," he said and then motioned her to scoot up while he slid behind her between her and the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, causing her to lean back against him. He tried so hard not to notice how wonderful it felt to have her in his arms. He placed his large hands on top of hers on the controller. "You're turning to sharply," he told her gently as he put the game off pause. "Don't be so violent with it, it's sensitive you barely have to touch it when you want to turn."
Hermione nodded, trying to concentrate on the game, but the feel of Harry's warm breath against her ear and his hands over hers was quite a distraction. She kept staring at the screen as Harry guided her movements, surprising her that her car hasn't managed to crash yet. "I'm getting the hang of it."
"You're doing great," he said as he slowly began to let up on his hands until she was actually doing it all by herself. "Watch out for the motorcyclist."
"Ahh!" she shrieked out a laugh when she managed to avoid him by inches. "I made the check point!" she said not even realizing that Harry completely slid his hands off hers.
"Keep going, Mione," he said with a soft smile. She did a lot better, making 3 checkpoints before her time finally ran out of time. "Good job!"
"I did it!" she exclaimed as she turned her head around not knowing how close he was. She smiled softly when their noses bumped. "Thanks Harry!"
"You're welcome," he said as he reached up and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. "You're a natural...still not as good as me though."
She smiled brightly at him and he smiled back as they continued to look at each other. Slowly their smiles faded and their eyes searched...for what they didn't know. But they continued to look at each other not knowing what to say or do. "Mione," Harry finally said as he reached up to push back strands of her hair out of her face.
Her eyes flickered to his mouth for only a second. "Harry I...."
"Am I interrupting anything?" a familiar voice from behind them said.
They both pulled a part and turned around to see their best friend standing in the middle of his room, with a slight smile on his face. "Ron!" Hermione exclaimed as she got up off the floor and ran over to hug her friend. "It's so good to see you!"
He grinned as he hugged her. "You too, didn't know I'd find you here, I thought you were with Krum Dumb."
She rolled her eyes and slapped him against the back of his head. "I came to visit Harry."
"So I see," he said as he looked over at Harry who now was standing up. "Hello there, Harry."
He smiled. "Hi Ron, thanks for Apparating by."
He grinned. "I am getting a hang of this Apparating stuff," he said with a wink.
"I'm glad you came," Hermione said and then looked at him gently. "How you holding up?"
Ron didn't have to ask to know that Hermione was talking about his break up with Lavender. It took him awhile to get over it, he still was getting over it, but overall he knew it was the best thing for both of them. They just didn't have the connection they both thought they had. "I'm holding up great, Herms."
"Come join us," Harry finally said. "I'm teaching her how to play Playstation."
"What's Playstation?" Ron asked confused.
Hermione laughed. "We'll show ya...how bout a game of Cruise Control...I'm an expert now thanks to Harry." She then turned to him with a smile and gave him a wink.
Harry forced a smile as he felt the butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Ron didn't show up.
"Can't I have a turn now?" Hermione pouted.
"In a minute," Ron said as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. "I'm determined to beat Harry."
"Roooon, you've been playing forever," she complained.
"After this game."
"You said that LAST game," she reminded him.
"This time I mean it," he said quickly as he cursed Harry for passing him.
""Fine, I play winner," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm going to go get some water."
"Oh that be great, Herms. Bring me up a glass?" Ron asked never looking at her.
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Fine...Harry?"
"No thanks, I'm cool," he said distracted.
"Wizards," she muttered as she turned her heels to go.
When the doors closed Ron and Harry rolled their eyes. "Witches."
The Dursley's were gone for the day, something about playing golf with a customer. They made Dudley tag along, so the house was empty. She walked into the kitchen and flipped on the lights before heading for the cabinets. She was filling the glasses with ice when she sensed someone behind her so she turned around.
"Hey Hermione!"
Hermione smiled brightly. "Janice, hey! What are you doing here!"
"Just thought I'd stop by to say hey! I new the Dursley's would be gone, they are playing golf with my parents."
"They didn't make you go?" she asked as she turned back around to get the glasses, walking to the sink.
"No, I played sick," she said with a wink.
She laughed. "Smart thinking," she said as she filled up the glasses. "How'd you get here?'
Silence. "Ummm....I er...walked....we don't live pretty far."
"I see," she said as she turned around with both glasses in her hand and then studied her. "You look different."
"Oh...I got my braces off."
"That's what it is...Looks like they did a good job on them." She was a cute girl, she thought. With a few touch ups she could be really pretty. Hermione herself was never into that stuff, but it didn't mean she didn't know how to do it. She knew plenty well how to pretty herself up. Everyone who was present to all the Balls at Hogwarts knew that.
"I'm not really use to them yet," she said as she reached up to touch her bare teeth.
"Well, come on...our friend Ron is here. They are up in Harry's room playing PS2."
"What is it with boys and video games?" Janice asked.
"I don't know...but I'll admit, Harry got me hooked.
"How long have you known Harry?" she asked as they began to ascend their way up the stairs.
"Since I was eleven. The three of us have been close friends since our first year at Ho...er..school."
"It must be nice to have friends like that."
Hermione turned to her in the hallway. "You don't have any friends at school?"
"Not really," she shrugged. "I'm kind of a bookworm at my school. I don't fit in."
"That's okay, I'm a total bookworm at mine. Ron and Harry tease me about it, especially Ron, but it's all in fun. I know they care about me."
"You and Harry have been so nice to me, I really appreciate it."
"It's no trouble at all," she said sweetly. "Harry likes you a lot. He thinks you're real nice."
"Really?" she blushed.
"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "Come on, I'll introduce you to Ron." She then pushed the door open with her foot since her hands were full. "Hey, Harry look who's here."
Harry paused the game. "Janice, hey!"
"Hey...but please, call me Janey...it's my nickname, my parents only call me Janice...and Dudley," she added with a roll of her eyes."
He laughed. "OKay...Janey, this is our good friend Ron."
Ron looked up giving her a slight nod and a smile. "Hey Janey...you friends with Dudley?"
"Yeah, by force, let me assure you," she said with a slight smile. She couldn't help but notice how cute their little red haired friend was.
"Why by force?" he asked.
"Long story," she said as she waved a hand at him. "So...who's winning?"
"I am!" Harry beamed.
"Oh sodd off," Ron muttered. "Un-pause it so I can beat you!"
"You wish!"
"Remember, I play winner," Hermione said she placed the glass of water next to Ron before sitting on the bed, next to Harry's shoulder; who was still sitting on the floor with his back against the side of the bed
Janey had no choice, but to sit on the other side of Ron, and when she sat down the bed shifted, causing his shoulder to touch her thigh. She blushed and expected him to flinch and tear it away to break contact, but instead he looked up at her with a quick smile before returning his attention to the game. She couldn't help but smile, she had been waiting her whole life to have friends, and now she finally found three amazing people who excepted who she truly was.