Disclaimer: I do not; I repeat; do NOT own Harry Potter. I own the plot, the band and any characters that have not appeared in the books.
Author Note: My first fan fic posted! Yay! Be gentle! It takes place in their sixth year summer when they are about to go back for the seventh year.
Please R&R! Thanx!
Chapter three: All It Takes…Is A Nap.
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Their last week went without interruption. A few days before school started, they decided to go to Diagon Alley and pick up all their new school supplies.
"Okay, me and Lavender will go and get ours and you two get yours," Hermione sorted them out. "Harry have you got your money?"
"Yes, mum," he replied sheepishly. Ron laughed.
"Good, boy," Hermione playfully patted his head but he waved it out of the way. "Meet us in the Leaky Cauldron later."
"See you later!" The girls called as they walked off.
After getting everything they needed, Ron and Harry went into the Leaky Cauldron for a drink. Harry had managed to pick out some dark blue and deep red robes and dress robes. His casual robes were always black. Ron had bought some green robes. It was one of the only colours that didn't class with his hair. Harry was lucky. Black went with everything.
"Have you seen your picture in the Witches Weekly?" Ron asked, sipping his mug of CherryGloss Spice; a special drink only brewed in Honeyduke's. Harry didn't enjoy it. Butterbeer was his drink and he was famed for it.
Harry shook his head regretfully. "Which shot did they use?" He asked looking slightly concerned but not much.
"The one with you standing with your back to the side of the portrait." Ron grinned. "Must say, you definitely showed a lot more than your grin on that poster."
Harry laughed lightly. "Not my fault. A photo shoot with them will put you into your deathbed. They eat you alive in the studio. Flashing cameras everywhere and people shouting 'Put this on!'…" Harry shook his head and made a face. "Not for me."
"You're in a band which is probably going to go up and forward and you're complaining about a photo shoot?" Ron gasped but laughed.
"I'm a picky git," Harry drank some more.
Harry glanced around the bar to find Hermione and Lavender. They hadn't finished their shopping spree yet.
During Harry's glances, he noticed a tall man sitting on the table opposite theirs. He was small in proportion to himself and Ron. He was sipping ale and reading the Daily Prophet. Something about him just didn't feel…right.
"Over there," Harry's voice echoed in Ron's head. Ron immediately snapped his head up from his drink to look at Harry.
"Look over there," Harry persisted nodding his head in the direction of the man.
Ron turned around slowly to glance at the man. His eyes softened as he looked and turned back to Harry.
"Mr Sprakner, my dad works with him," Ron grinned in a matter-of-fact manner. "Works with Magical crests and creatures. Nice guy."
Harry continued to study the man. His hair was long; about as long as Lucious Malfoy's is. Instead of blond it was dark; almost black.
"Get us a drink will you?" Lavender collapsed down next to Ron. "We're pummelled."
Hermione pulled up a chair next to Harry's and put all of her bags on the floor.
"Got a lot?" Harry smiled seeing Hermione. She looked perfect as always.
Hermione groaned and slumped against Harry's shoulder. "To say the least."
Ron stood and walked over to the counter to get a drink for the girls.
"What did you get?" Harry eyed the bags as Hermione ploughed into their bottomless depths.
"Robes, dresses, books, quills, ink, sweets…you name it we got it!" Hermione smiled like a TV presenter.
Harry laughed. "Why did you buy so much? We've got all the trips to Hogsmeade but you get them all today?"
"Don't ask," Lavender groaned slumping further into her chair. "My feet are killing me! Twenty-four dresses! Twenty-four!"
Ron came over carrying four Butterbeers. He set them down on the table and sat down himself.
"I'm shattered." Lavender took a sip of her drink then settled into Ron's shoulder.
"Here!" Hermione nearly jumped off her seat. She pulled out two boxes wrapped in gold and red paper. She handed them to harry.
"What's this?" Harry asked confused. His friends grinned profusely.
"Well, we couldn't give them to you on your actual birthday so now is as good a time as any," Ron smiled.
Harry laughed. "You really shouldn't have, you know."
"Why not? You're seventeen now and that means you're a big boy." Ron teased wrapping an arm around Lavender.
The first tag said "To Harry, from Ron." Short and sweet. Harry tore off the wrapping and smiled. It was a box, mega deluxe box of plectrums; enchanted and normal.
"Thanks Ron!" Harry grinned widely and placed it on the table.
He read the tag on the second one.
"To Harry,
Happy Seventeenth Birthday!
You're always going to be the youngest.
Lots of love,
Hermione and Lavender."
He unwrapped the box and grinned again.
"A Firebolt Enhancement? This must have cost you a bomb," He stared down at the enhanced parts like the dust and cloud guards and the handle grips. "Thanks, Herm. Thanks Lav."
He gave Hermione a quick hug before walking to Lavender and hugging her.
"No problem Stan," Lavender took another sip of her drink. It was half-full now.
"We couldn't think of two gifts to get you so we got you one from us both," Hermione bounced. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," Harry laughed. "These are the best two presents I've had all year."
He gave Hermione a hug again. He sniffed her hair sweetly. It swelled of strawberries.
"We better be heading back," Ron's voice interrupted them. They pulled away and realised that they had been holding onto each other.
The friends made their way to the fireplace and headed back to the Burrow.
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The gang had only just stepped through the fireplace when…
"Ron!" Mrs Weasley enveloped Ron into a magnificent embrace. "Your cheeks look a little red and you've definitely not been eating much…Harry!"
She let Ron go and embraced Harry. Harry still thought that it was the most wonderfully warm hug he'd ever been given by a mother. Mrs Weasley was like a mother to him. And he adored her for it.
"How was your trip love? I'd hoped you'd like it," She hugged Harry tighter then let him escape for breath.
She gave Hermione a quick hug. "Go get him, sweet heart," Mrs Weasley whispered into Hermione's ear. 'Him' obviously meaning Harry.
Mrs Weasley finished her hugs with Lavender giving Ron a stern look as if to say 'no funny business'. Mrs Weasley loved Lavender. With her, Ginny and Hermione in the house it was like having three daughters as well as the boys. Mrs Weasley and Ginny had come back so Ginny could go to school on time. Mrs Weasley hated being late for anything.
"Mum! Where'd that damn…" Ginny came running down the stairs but stopped when she saw the gang in the kitchen. "Hey guys!"
"Hey Gin!" They all said at the same time.
"How was Romania?" Hermione asked placing her shopping bags down on the kitchen table.
"Funny but boring," Ginny began to search all over the kitchen for the 'damn thing.' "Who knew that Fred and George would clam down abroad."
The lot laughed then prepared to unpack their things.
Hermione looked at the poster of Harry. She'd skilfully dubbed it 'Dream Harry' because it was the first thing she saw in the morning and the last thing she saw at night to send her into passionate dreams about her best friend. But what a god damn sexy best friend he'd become. His eyes were gorgeous; his body was enticingly sexy and his innocence…she'd rid him of that any day.
Regretfully, she pulled out her wand and charmed it to roll itself up.
"Sorry Dream Harry," She apologised as the picture rolled up. "Harry can't see you in my bedroom. What if he comes in later? He'd throw a fit. I'll put you back up once we're in school."
When the poster was in a cylindrical package, Hermione stashed it inside her trunk then collapsed on her bed, shattered beyond belief. She could feel her eyes drifting slowly closed.
She was asleep.
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A few hours later, Harry was packing his trunk.
"That's robes, books, stationary and guitar packed…" Harry looked confused at his trunk. It looked almost empty. "Clothes!"
A light bulb went on in Harry's head and he began to pack his normal clothes. It would have been funny if he'd turned up at Hogwarts without anything to wear underneath his robes.
"Want a game of chess in five, Harry?" Ron opened the bedroom lightly.
"Yeah, sure," Harry replied and finished packing his trunk.
He kicked it shut and levitated it to the end of his bed.
Harry walked down the landing to the stairs but stopped at Hermione's bedroom door. It was just so awful to be a few doors away from the slumbering girl you absolutely adored.
Just for being nosy, Harry opened the door a little and peeked inside.
The gorgeous figure of a sleeping Hermione lay on her bed breathing slowly. She was fully clothed and was taking a nap. She looked so peaceful and tranquil.
Harry stepped up to her and sank to his knees next to the bed. He stroked her cheek lovingly.
"Mmm…" Hermione stirred. "Harry…" She said his name in her sleep. It made him smile.
She looked so angelic. Her beautifully brown hair framed her face perfectly on her pillow. So gentle; so fragile yet so full of life. Gorgeous in every aspect of the word; her hair; her eyes; her personality; her. Everything he'd ever loved was there in front of him breathing in and out slowly.
He bent his head closer to hers and took the chance. He pressed his lips to hers. Soft and sweetly tender lips pressing lightly upon his own.
He felt her stir and he pulled away quickly.
Her eyes fluttered open. "Harry?" She asked smiling sleepily at him.
"Yeah?" He questioned in reply.
"Why did you kiss me?"
He was at a loss for words. Had she been awake or had just woken? He stood up.
"I'm sorry…" He tried to say but it came out like a gasp rather than words. "I just…
I…"
Hermione stood up in front of him. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
In one swift motion, she closed the gap between them and put her arms around his neck. Electric thunder ran through his body.
"Did you want to kiss me, Harry?" She asked looking into his loving eyes. They enraptured her. Waking up to him on her lips was not enough. She needed to feel him there very morning waking her up like that.
Harry felt so nervous but in a good way. He felt nervous but at ease in her arms. He raised his hands to her waist and held her.
Thinking of a better answer, he leaned his head down to hers and caught her lips again.
They softly moved together locking each other's lips in their succulent kisses. Harry slid his tongue over Hermione's bottom lip and with a moan she opened her mouth to him. Thunder shot through her so intensely.
He brought her closer wrapping his arms around her waist. She pushed her body into his pressing her chest against his. His muscles contracted at the touch of chest against chest.
When they finished the passionate kiss with a few smaller ones, Hermione played with Harry hair at his nape and smiled up at him.
He rested his forehead against hers and grinned with a look of satisfaction.
"Heaven," he breathed slowly opening his eyes to look into hers.
She was looking into his deep emerald eyes, which sparkled, brilliantly into her cinnamon and golden eyes. The twinkles danced together as if granted moonlight for the first time ever.
"I think…" Hermione managed grinning like a kitten. "I think I like you Mr Potter."
"I like you too, Miss Granger," Harry kissed her nose.
He held her for a bit longer as they giggled together kissing for short moments.
"This is how it should be," Harry's voice shook through her.
"I know," She replied through their connection as she reached up for another kiss from her Harry. "Without a doubt."
Together, they walked hand in hand down the stairs.
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"Quick make-out session before coming down?" Ron asked gesturing to their hands clasped together.
"As always," Harry rested his lips on Hermione's who smiled as he pulled away.
There was a clutter on ground. Ron had dropped his chess pieces in shock. The pieces were standing and ready to attack his heels.
"You what?" He stuttered.
Hermione just looked at Harry who was grinning. "Quick make-out session in my bedroom."
"Lavender! Lavender! They've done it!" Ron went running into the garage to find Lavender.
"Do you think they figured it out before us?" Harry hugged Hermione to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"They might have," She cocked one eyebrow. "But then again, I could've liked you for years and no one would ever have know."
"Like I have?" Harry smiled.
Hermione looked as shocked as Ron had. "You haven't have you? How long?" She grinned widening her eyes.
"A good couple of years," Harry sheepishly admitted. "Just after my Order training. I couldn't have survived without you."
"I'm glad you did," Hermione giggled as she leaned up to kiss him.
He caught her lips in his own. The kiss was full of love and tenderness but caring and compassion. Plus, it was the Weasley's kitchen so Mrs Weasley would go ape if she walked in on them making out.
They pulled away sharply enough to see Lavender and Ron smiling in victory near the cooker.
"Told you so," They both said in unison. It was directed at both Harry and Hermione.
How fun school was going to be!
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(A/N…thanks for tall the reviews on my first chapters. It was really great.)
Stay tuned for chapter 4…just because Harry and Hermione are together doesn't mean the story is finished…
Far from it… ;)