Chapter 3 - Immaturity
Harry and Hermione entered Gryffindor common room to find Ron and Adelle once again going at it. Harry stopped and paused for a moment to watch.
"Tell me something Hermione," Harry whispered to her casually while rubbing his chin. "Do we look like that when we kiss?"
"Of course not Harry," she whispered back, grabbing hold of his arm and snuggling up next to him. "When we kiss, we at least show class."
"That's what I thought," whispered Harry smiling. He turned to his right to meet Hermione's eyes. It looked even more beautiful when he saw them while she smiled at him. That smile of hers was a killer too. It made Harry tingle all over every time he saw it. Even from 1st year, Hermione's best attribute, besides her brain, was her smile. And he knew for a fact, that he wasn't the only one to think that.
"Then why don't we show them what a real kiss is supposed to look like?" said Harry, he eyes getting a very hopeful look. Hermione laughed through her nose and leaned up to him giving him the signature kiss. After Harry had held Hermione on the back of the head and rested his forehead on hers, Hermione immediately whispered, "One more time Harry."
After taking a couple of breaths, he leaned in again and gave her what she wanted. If there was one thing that he enjoyed, it was being with Hermione and kissing her passionately. Their signature kiss was the most passionate way they kissed. It wasn't that Harry didn't like the aggressive kisses, he loved them as much as the passionate ones; he just preferred the passionate ones. That was another thing that was great about their relationship: they had variety. As they stood in their finished position (Harry holding Hermione behind the head with both hands, after kissing her on the forehead and resting his on hers with both their eyes closed), they heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well, well," said Ron in a well-look-at-what-we-have-here tone. Harry and Hermione didn't really seem to care; they stayed in their finished position.
"Leave them alone Ron," said Adelle, wrapping both arms around him. "They didn't bother us when we were kissing."
"I guess you're right Adelle," he said. "Where would I be without you?"
"Probably in the bathroom all by yourself masturb-"
"Shut up Adelle!" cried Ron, playfully pushing her away from him. She giggled back and held on to him again as the both of them brought they're attention back to Harry and Hermione. Surprisingly, the both of them hadn't moved. They stood really close to each other in the finished position and the both of them were breathing heavily. They didn't seem to care that they were being watched. It was as if they were in their own world. Finally, Harry released his hold on Hermione, but still had their eyes closed and foreheads touching. Harry moved his head to one of Hermione's ears and whispered something to her. It must've been something because she gulped after she had heard him. Then at last, Harry turned to Ron and Adelle.
"Sorry about that you guys," he said, blushing a little. "I was sort of preoccupied."
"It's ok Harry," replied Ron, "I know what it feels like to like someone so much to a point that you don't care about anything else." Hermione smiled at him.
"Thanks Ron, I'm glad you understand."
"Anytime mate!" he said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"So what are you two up to?" asked Adelle.
"Well," said Hermione, "we just met with Professor."
"About?" asked Adelle looking anxious.
"At first we thought we were in trouble for going way over the line of public display of affection." said Hermione as-a-matter-of-factly.
"It wasn't?" said Ron.
"Nope," answered Harry.
"Well I wouldn't be surprised if it was," said Ron, raising his eyebrows. "I mean, every time I see you two together, you two kiss at least twice!"
"Wait!" yelled Adelle, her eyes lighting up. "I know what it is! It's about the Head Boy and Head Girl private dormitory isn't it!?"
"That's right Adelle," answered Hermione. Ron burst out laughing. "What?"
"You two… with a room all to yourselves… alone? That's something! Now we'll get to see why they call it the Head Boy and Head Girl Dormitories!" exclaimed Ron in almost a laugh.
"Ron!" yelled Adelle and Hermione at the same time. Hermione looked to toward Harry to see if maybe he would talk some sense into him, only to find that he was laughing as well.
"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, crossing her arms. "That is not funny!"
"It most certainly isn't!" added Adelle, putting her hands on her hips. But Harry and Ron weren't listening. They were busy laughing and pushing the subject.
"So that's why they call the position Head Girl!" laughed Harry.
"Yeah!" said Ron, laughing along with him. "Kind of has a new meaning to Head Girl doesn't it? I bet the Head Girl must really be something to be called that!" With that, the two boys' burst with laughter, holding their gut.
"Honestly!" exclaimed Hermione impatiently, turning her head away from them.
"They are so immature!" said Adelle.
"I'm sorry love," said Ron, recovering from laughing and rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too," said Harry, looking over at Hermione
"How dare you call me that after what you just said!" shouted Adelle toward Ron. She looked livid. And she stormed out of the common room with another word.
"Adelle! Wait!" shouted Ron, running after her, closing the Fat Lady portrait behind him.
Hermione beamed at Harry, who was still chuckling from the situation.
"I'm ashamed of you Harry!" she said with a hint of rage in her voice, eyeing him angrily.
"Really Hermione, I'm sorry," he said looking into her eyes, and he meant it. Hermione read his eyes like a book, searching for at hint that maybe he was just saying that and not meaning it. She was surprised not to find anything, but the look of truth. She however, wasn't going to let him win that easily.
"Whatever Harry," snapped Hermione, desperately trying to show that she had not forgiven him even though she really had.
"Do you forgive me?" asked Harry, putting on a will-you-forgive-me face.
"No Harry I don't," said Hermione. "I'll never forgive you for that." She turned away from him, showing him her back. Harry sighed in failure. He maybe had one last chance.
He walked around Hermione so that he could see her front. She didn't look up at him, but continued to stare at the ground, still with the unmistakably angry look on her face. He took his hand and gently put it under her chin, making her look up at him. Surprisingly, she didn't resist, still having the upset look.
"There's nothing you can do to change my mind Harry," she stated. Harry sighed, hoping that maybe she was wrong. He leaned in to her and kissed her softly on her temple, then slowly, kiss after kiss, made his way down to her cheek.
"Forgive me?" he said in a begging way. Hermione stood with an expressionless face. He kissed her softly on the cheek again.
"Forgive me?" he repeated in the same begging tone, kissing her softly on the nose. Hermione refused to give in so Harry continued little by little until he came right before her lips.
"Forgive me?" he said again softly before brushing his lips against hers. He pulled away slowly but Hermione pushed her face back into him kissing him again. Harry looked at her when she pulled away. She wasn't smiling, but she did look happy.
"Except that!" Hermione exclaimed. And finally it came; her wonderful smile. And he hugged him, as if to seal the forgiveness.
"We should check out our new dormitories Harry," she said, still embracing him. "Aren't you excited!?"
"Ecstatic," replied Harry in a half ecstatic, half not caring way. He was just happy about Hermione forgiving him.