Hello again! Thank you for your kind reviews, my dear readers, and as a gift, here is a chappie that I guarantee you crazy H/Hr fans will enjoy. I posted it in honor of `HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban ` Did you guys see it? Wasn't it a blast? Yay for the H-Hr moments!!! Just to answer one question, a fan asked me about tFleur's personality, you know, her being a part-Veela and all…I think making her flirty and aware that she really is beautiful kind of does it. She is, after all, a human being as well. The fourth book didn't get into specific details; only demonstrated that despite appearances, she's a real good girl. Oh, don't worry, you will get to see her temper. If you don't like it, I apologize. This was, after all, my first fic and I didn't get much into the portrait of characters, I didn't know much about Fleur when I wrote this; I hadn't even read the books, believe it or not! So, when I publish some other goodies of mine, you will see more developed personalities. Until then, please enjoy this humble piece!
Love always,
Caroline
Chapter 8: One Hell of a Kiss
Hermione finally came down to the Great Hall to enjoy a quiet dinner. She had been with Fleur for the majority of the afternoon making her dress, which was why Fleur could not be with her now, for she had to make it up to Oliver.
But Hermione wasn't very hungry. So she picked some porridge, an apple, and a glass of pumpkin juice before finally settling down to eat.
"Want some company?" Harry's voice pierced through her ears, startling her and almost making her spill her pumpkin juice. He immediately noticed what he had done, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."
"You didn't," Hermione lied, after all, she was always happy to have his company. She invited Harry to sit down with her.
"So, what have you been doing?" he engaged her in conversation, although in actual fact, he was eager to do much more than that.
"I've have been…working on some…spells and reading."
"With Fleur?"
"Yes."
"I must admit, I am a little jealous," Harry told her. Fleur was getting to spend more time with his beautiful best friend than he was.
"Why is that?" Hermione looked at him, only to lower her head again. She couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted to kiss those lips of his.
"Well, now you have a female friend to share all your girly stuff with and I…"
"Harry, you don't have to be jealous. Fleur could never replace you. You still have the position of best male friend." Hermione couldn't help laughing. This was so typical of Harry. But somehow…she was glad of it. That meant he had noticed her absence. That was something, right?
"Do you mean it?"
"Cross my heart." Hermione took his hand, causing his heart to skip a beat. "You know what? Let's get out of here. We have a lot to catch up on."
Laughter was the only sound to be heard in the Gryffindor common room.
"Ron did what?" Hermione couldn't breathe. It was just all too hilarious. But then again, she couldn't expect anything more from Ron, could she?
"It wasn't his fault. The spell backfired," Harry managed to squeak through his laughter.
"Snape must have been furious!"
"You bet, since he was glued to his desk chair for over four hours. But don't worry. He didn't see who did it," Harry grinned.
"To think I missed that!" Hermione kept on laughing.
You seem to have missed out on other things too," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.
"What?"
Harry didn't answer. Instead, his eyes became locked with Hermione's.
"You know, I still can't believe that you're going to the dance with me," he admitted. Hermione grunted, for the image of Cho Chang was back in her mind.
"Harry, did you invite me because Cho Chang wasn't available?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Is that what you believe?" Harry said incredulously. If she only knew what she provoked within him.
"I don't know. You still like Cho Chang and now you finally have the opportunity to get her," Hermione jumped to her own conclusions, "You're both seekers and prefects and I…"
Hermione wasn't able to finish her statement, for Harry claimed her lips in a kiss so passionate that it caused her to let out a moan.
"What was is it you were going to say?" Harry whispered, but Hermione couldn't think of anything more than his delicious lips. She sighed and kissed him once more. Mind you, he didn't complain as he pulled her into an embrace.
Hermione melted into the kiss. This was what she had dreamed of every night since that encounter in the library, and this time, there was no Ginny or Cho who could take the treasured moment away.