Welcome to Muggle Camp

Harrys Mistress

Rating: R
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 23/05/2004
Last Updated: 26/06/2004
Status: completed

Here's a story I'm writing based on a challenge! It's going to be just a fun fluffy fic, kind of like Summer Bliss and Just Pretend were. Hope you like!

Chapters

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

1. Chapter 1

Here’s a little story I’m doing based on a challenge by elephants_winterfresh. It’s about the gang going camping for the weekend. Hope ya like!

Chapter 1

The Dursley’s telephone rang throughout the house.

“Harry, grab that will you?” Petunia Dursley said absently as she had her hands elbow deep in flour.

Harry, who was sitting at the kitchen eating a cheese sandwich, looked at the ringing telephone and then at his aunt. “The telephone?” he asked dazed. They hardly ever allowed him to answer the phone, due to the fact that he was “abnormal” and were afraid he would slip that out to anyone important.

“Yes,” she huffed in annoyance. “I’m quite busy at the moment and you know your uncle and Dudley are off on a trip. Now, hurry before they hang up.”

Harry shot out of his chair and grabbed the phone on the wall. “Er…Dursley residence.”

“Pack your bags.”

“Huh?” he asked and looked at the phone briefly before putting it back at his ear.

“I said pack your bags.”

His heart lifted at the familiar voice of his best friend. “Hermione?”

“Of course it is...who else would it be?”

“Hermione, what’s going on?” He asked ignoring the small snort that escaped from his Aunt. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, yes, everyone’s fine. Dumbledor is giving us a weekend treat,” she informed him.

Harry blinked. “Come again?”

“He’s been working all summer on it. He’s treating us to a weekend, since all of us have been through so much. He wants us to have at least one weekend to enjoy ourselves. No magic, no Death Eaters or Dark Lords. Just friends hanging out and being one with nature.”

“Um…one with nature?”

“Ever been camping, Harry?”

“Camping?” he asked as he started to get excited. “No, of course not, but…is it safe? I mean, Voldemort’s still…”

“Relax, Harry it’s Dumbledor we’re talking about here. He put some big time protection around the campsite, no one is going to find us and besides…you know I’m a worrier and even I’m cool with it.”

“Well…that is true,” he agreed. “Wow. A whole weekend with just us? No grown ups?”

“Nope. Course, I’m sure he thought of some way to keep us guarded, but we’re not suppose to worry about it.”

“This is so what I need right now.”

“I know. You need this more than anyone. Now, my parents and I will pick you up at around eight tomorrow morning. We’re meeting the rest of the gang at a local gas station. Tonks is bringing them.”

“Fantastic. I’ll definitely be ready to go. Thanks, Hermione.”

“See you tomorrow!”

Harry hung up the phone and let out an excited whoop before flying out of the kitchen.

At seven forty-five the next morning, Harry was all packed and raring to go. His trunk was left in his room for Lupin to summon it to Grimmauld Place, since they were headed there after the trip. He had a bag full of clothes flung over his shoulder that would last him through the weekend. Harry sat in the den as he waited impatiently for Hermione to get here.

“You all ready to go?” Aunt Petunia asked as she walked into the den dressed and ready for the day.

“Yes, thanks for letting me go.”

“Please. Now with you gone I have the whole house to myself for a few days.”

The doorbell rang and Harry flew up and tried not to run to the door. Harry opened the door and it only took one quick look up and down to notice how she looked. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, rather than her slightly wavy bushy hair. He normally saw her in the school uniform and if not that maybe jeans. However, today she wore shorts. Really short denim shorts that showed off her long legs, which seemed to go on forever. She had on a white ribbed tank top that swooped dangerously low and sneaked him a tiny peak of her cleavage. Not to mention her tank wasn’t long enough so he got a nice view of her midriff. In one second he took all that in and now she had thrown herself at him in a full-blown hug. Well dangit, his best friend went and got hot on him. He definitely had his work cut out for their last year. Guys would be drooling. At least he had Ron to help pry them off.

“Oh it’s so good to see you!”

Harry shook himself out of his funk and returned the hug “It’s great to see you!”

She pulled back and beamed. “Well let’s get going. We have an hour drive ahead of us.”

He nodded. “Okay. Bye Aunt Petunia!” he yelled and then closed the door behind him, then followed Hermione to her parents suburban.

It was going to be a great weekend.

The Grangers car was so jam-packed full of stuff, that the backseat only left enough space to barely cram in Harry and Hermione. “What’s all back here?” Harry asked as they tried to adjust their shoulders so they weren’t squished together like sardines.

“I was in charge of getting a lot of the stuff,” Hermione said. “The tents are back there, I brought three of them, plus some sleeping bags and a cooler with food.”

They were still awkwardly moving as they talked but Harry finally got frustrated. “Here,” he said as he lifted his arm so Hermione could have more room. “Just lean back against me, it’ll be more comfortable,” he mumbled as he propped his arm behind her.

“Thanks,” she said and stiffly leaned back against him so that Harry’s chest was her backrest. “That’s much better,” she said finally relaxing against him.

“Yeah,” he agreed and accidentally took in a whiff of her hair when it casually brushed his lips. It smelled really good. Almost like a mixture of vanilla and sunlight. He cleared his through and turned his head away to look out the window. You’re not supposed to be noticing how good your best friend’s hair smells, get a hold of yourself Potter.

After about ten minutes of silence, Hermione tilted her head up and back so she could look up at him. “By the way,” she whispered so her parents couldn’t hear. Harry tilted his head down all the way until his ear lined up with her mouth. “Just letting you know…we’re going to have to share a tent.”

He snapped his head back up and stared back down at her. Now their mouths were inches apart and he could feel her breath fanning his lips. He could smell a hint of mint and wondered if she had been sucking on a candy mint earlier. “Huh?”

Hermione cupped the back of his neck and pushed him back down to his ear again. “Draco and Ginny are going to want to share one…so are Ron and Luna. That leaves us.”

He felt the heat rising up to his cheeks. “Oh,” he croaked. “Oh..okay.” He was going to share a tent with Hermione? Wouldn’t that be…awkward? Wait, why was he freaking out? They slept close together before. There was that time in third year when everyone had to sleep at the Great Hall and she was right there next to him He didn’t think anything of it. Or the time they had fallen asleep on the couch while they were cramming for their potions final. Colin had found them the next morning and was kind enough to take a picture of them.

They had been sitting on the couch side by side; the book they had shared was laid out on their laps and Hermione’s head had slumped to his shoulder and Harry had his head tilted back against the couch. The only harm in that was, when Ron thought it would be funny to put the pictures up all over the common room. Ron was the one that was harmed due to Hermione’s fury. He smiled when he remembered the picture of Ron dangling upside down in the air as Hermione threatened him to take all the pictures down. So yeah…he had nothing to worry about. They were just close friends.

“Harry? Harry?”

“Huh? Sorry what?” he asked shaking out of his daze.

“I asked if you were all right with that?”

“Oh…sure of course,” he said shrugging it off. “Not a big deal, it’s just you.”

“Oh,” she said quietly. “Well. Okay then.” She then turned back around and leaned back against him.

Harry frowned at the tone of her voice. She sounded upset. Did he do anything to hurt her? He opened his mouth to comment but closed it a second later. Better not. He did however want her to be happy. “We’re going to have a blast, Hermione,” he said as he let his arm propped on the back seat drop to her shoulders.

Hermione smiled up at him as he gave her a friendly squeeze. “We sure are.”

They shared a happy grin and Harry returned to his window gazing. He couldn’t wait to start acting like a normal teenager. I wonder what it will be like?

2. Chapter 2

When Hermione’s parents pulled into the gas station, Harry peered out the window to see a big SUV at the gas pump and a very familiar woman scratching her head as she stared at all the buttons. “Hey, isn’t that Tonks?” Harry asked.

Hermione leaned over Harry slightly and looked, then her eyes widened. “Oh, Merlin, Harry quick, get out! We have to stop her before she accidentally blows up the car or something!”

Harry flew open the door and they ran out of the car towards Tonks. “Tonks!” Hermione yelled. “Wait, we’ll help you!”

Tonks, who was about to push a button, looked up to see Harry and Hermione running towards her. “Oh thank goodness,” she sighed with relief. “I didn’t have the faintest idea what I was doing. How come there are three different kinds of gas, I mean I was going to use diesel, it sounded the best.”

“No, don’t use that,” Hermione said with a shake of her head. “Diesel will ruin the engine, use unleaded.”

“Oh,” she said and then pushed the unleaded button. “Okay, nothing happened.”

“Did select method of payment?” Harry asked as he tried not to smile.

“Oh…right, I have some Muggle money and…”

“Why don’t I pump the car, Tonks,” Hermione said warily as she took the pump. “My dad makes me fill up the car all the time.”

“Oh, okay I guess that be best,” she said and then left Hermione and Harry to it.

“Man, that was close,” Hermoine sighed as she started to pump the gas correctly.

The back window of the car opened and a head full of red hair popped out. “Hey guys!” Ron said with a grin. “We’d come out and greet ya, but we’re a little jam packed in here.”

“Hey,” Harry grinned as he peered into the car to see everyone squeezed into the back. “Good to see everyone.”

“Are we almost done?” Draco replied from the very back. “I don’t understand how Muggles can ride in this contraption for so long.”

Ginny elbowed him in the gut. “Oh stop being such a snob.”

Draco winced as he rubbed his belly. “Witch,” he muttered.

Just then the back of the car flew open and Tonks and Lupin helped Hermione’s parents load up all the stuff.

“Man, that’s a lot of stuff!” Ron replied. “Do we really need all of it?”

“Of course we do, Ron,” Luna told her boyfriend. “We’re muggle camping, remember?”

“The gas is done,” Hermione said as she set the pump back in the stand. “Just needs to be paid for inside.”

Hermione’s parents went to pay for the gas inside, with Tonks muggle money since they knew how to count it and soon, after a quick good bye from her parents, they were off in the car. Harry and Hermione squeezed in the backseat next to Ron and Luna, while Ginny and Draco sat behind them and Lupin and Tonks were in the front.

On the way there, the kids were nonstop talking about what they were going to do for a whole weekend to themselves. In the front Tonks and Lupin exchanged smiles at the teenager’s excitement. “Makes me want to be a teenager again,” Lupin said to her with a grin.

She chuckled softly. “I know what you mean. A part of me wishes we could hang out with them.”

He let out a laugh. “Are you kidding? The fact that no grown ups are going to be around is what they are most excited about.” Lupin looked in the rear view mirror to make sure the kids were involved in themselves before slyly reaching over and caressing her thigh.

Tonks jumped slightly in her seat and blushed. “Lupin,” she whispered. “The kids…”

“They can’t see my hand,” he assured her as he moved his hand further up.

Tonks bit her lip. “Do you want me to have a wreck?” she asked as chills ran through her body. “Hands off, buddy.”

He chuckled and gave her leg a friendly squeeze before finally letting go. “To be continued.” No one knew about their secret affair, since it only just happened at the beginning of the summer. They decided it would be best to keep it under wraps until the war with Voldemort was past them.

An hour later, they finally made it to the campsite and all six of them piled out from the backseat. Hermione smiled at their small little campsite and took in the crisp air. “This is perfect,” she said as she admired the view. The campsite was a small opening of a semi circle and was surrounded by tall powerful trees. Plus they had a beautiful view of the lake, which glistened like diamonds from the sun.

The guys and Lupin worked together on the tents, while Tonks helped the girls unload the rest of the car, plus went out and grabbed firewood for the fire. “Make sure you tie the food up at night,” Tonks told the girls as she and Hermione carried one of the coolers over by the fire. “So bears won’t get into them.”

“Don’t worry, I brought some rope for that,” Hermione assured her. “I’ve been camping with my parents a couple of times.”

She nodded in approval. “All right then. How are the tents coming?”

Lupin stuck his head out of one of them. “All done…they look great, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you men did a very good job,” she said dryly. “Congratulations.”

All boys grinned and stuck out their chest proudly, while the girls just rolled their eyes and snickered. “Boys,” Ginny muttered under her breath.

“Well, we best be off,” Tonks said with a smile. “You kinds have so much fun and we’ll see you Sunday morning.”

“You guys behave, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said to the guys and gave them a wink.

“That doesn’t leave them much to do,” Tonks muttered to him under her breath as they walked back to the car.

“Yeah and you love it,” he told her with a devilish grin.

“Just get in the car loverboy,” she said with a roll of her eyes, but at the same time he was right. She did love it.

The six of them all stood and waved them off as they watched them drive away. “So,” Ron said as soon as they were by themselves. “What should we do first?”

“I don’t know about you guys,” Harry said with a grin. “But I want to dive head first into that lake.”

“Brilliant!” Ron exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together. “Let’s go change and meet back out here.”

Harry and Hermione stood back to watch the two couples go into their assigned tents and then they both shared a nervous glance. “Er…you can go change first,” Harry said as he tried not to blush. “I’ll wait out here.”

“Okay,” she said with a soft smile. “Thanks.”

While he was waiting, Ron and Draco flew out of their tents both dressed in swim trunks. Draco had green and silver to represent his house colors and Ron had maroon of course, another present from his mum. “Harry, you’re not dressed yet,” Draco said.

“Thanks captain obvious,” Harry muttered. “I’m waiting for Hermione to change. Unlike the two of you, I’m not allowed to see my sleeping partner naked.”

Draco and Ron snickered. “Yeah, too bad, eh?” Ron said with a grin.

“Ron, it’s Hermione,” he reminded him as if that meant something.

“So,” he said with a shrug. “Look, I adore Luna, but I’m also still a male and appreciate the female form. Hermione went and got hot on us.”

Draco sighed. “I’m going to have to side with Weasel on this one, Potter, as hard as that is to say. As much as I love Ginny, I can’t help but notice the changes in Hermy. You have to have noticed, Potter, or are you that clueless?”

“I’ve noticed,” Harry argued. “Of course I’ve noticed but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s still my best…”

“Tents free, Harry.”

Harry turned to see Hermione emerging from the tent wearing a baby blue string bikini that covered very little to the imagination. “Friend,” he finished lamely as he tried not to drool.

“Good luck, Potter,” Draco said as he slapped him on the back while Ron snickered.

“Thanks,” he said mindlessly as he barely heard them. All he could see or think was Hermione standing in a bikini three feet in front of him. “Hermione…wow…I, uh…”

“What?” she asked as she looked down at herself. “Is something wrong? I don’t have anything peeking out do I?”

Oh Merlin, unfortunately not. He cleared his throat. “No…no, it’s just…I’ve never seen you in a swimsuit before.”

She winced. “Yeah, I know. I’m sure I look horrible. I’m so pasty, I hope I get some sun this weekend.”

“You don’t look horrible,” he blurted out and then blushed. “You look…”

“Yes?” she said with a laugh when he trailed off.

“Er…pretty. You look really pretty, excuse me I’m going to go change now,” he tumbled his words out and quickly disappeared into the tent. He took three calming breaths. “Okay, Harry…just calm down. Beautiful girl in a bikini, it could happen to any teenage boy, even if you knew the girl since you were eleven and never had these thoughts about her run in your mind like that.” He took another breath. “It’s still no big deal.”

With a quick nod of confirmation he started change into his trunks to join the others.

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

For the rest of the afternoon, the six normal teenagers hung out by the lake. The boys spent their time swinging off the Tarzan swing that dangled from a near by tree, while the girls sun bathed on the dock leading out to the water.

Eventually, the guys got sick of it and so they went and grabbed the girls, ignoring their shrieks and protests as they tossed them into the cold lake. “Draco Malfoy!” Ginny sputtered as she resurfaced. “You are sleeping in your own sleeping bag tonight!”

Draco chuckled. “You always say that, but you don’t mean it.” He then jumped in the lake, performing a huge cannon ball so the girls would get splashed.

Harry and Ron followed suit and Luna just giggled along happily, having the time of her life while she and her boyfriend engaged in a harmless dunking war. Harry grinned at Hermione as he swam towards her and Hermione gave him a warning look. “Harry, don’t you dare start anything.”

Harry just smiled and then took a deep breath before disappearing under water. “Harry,” she called out as she frantically circled around as she treaded water. “Harry, that’s not…” She yelped when a hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her under water.

Harry came up laughing while Hermione cursed him. “Harry James Potter!” she laughed as she splashed him. “That was not funny.”

He treaded water by her, moving his face until they were inches apart. “Then why are you laughing?” he asked and then dunked her again with delight. When she resurfaced he was all the way in the middle of the small lake. “Come on, Hermione. Show me what you got!”

XXXX

After the water fight, they decided to get out and ready for the evening. By nightfall, the fire was going and everyone was dressed in his or hers sleep wear, while they munched on turkey sandwiches that Hermione’s mom had made.

“I got a surprise for us,” Ron said as he went over to a small cooler and pulled out bottles of Butterbeer and began passing them around.

“Ron! What if a Muggle passes by and sees these? And oh my…this is the stronger kind!”

He grinned. “I know.” He took his first swig. “And don’t worry, Fred and George gave them to me. He told me that to an ordinary Muggle can only see a Coke bottle. Some Muggle drink. Drink up, Hermione.”

Harry twisted off his bottle and took a sip and then his eyes started to water. “Yep, that’s definitely a little stronger. And a whole lot better…try it Hermy.”

Hermione scowled at him as she finally took off her cap. “Don’t call me that.” She then took a long satisfying gulp that had everyone staring at her with their jaws dropped. “There, satisfied?”

Harry just laughed and clinked his bottle with hers. “Very.” He took another sip. “Hey, I know what we can do. Let’s play a drinking game.”

Everyone looked at him weirdly. “A what?”

“A drinking game, Muggles play it all the time. I actually watched Dudley and his friends play it one time, when my Aunt and Uncle were out of town for the weekend. He threw a big party and tried to make me stay in my room, but once I threatened to tell Moody about him locking me up, he relented. Plus, there were girls there, no way I was staying in my room.”

“Nice,” Ron and Draco both said while the girls rolled their eyes.

“You bet it was, especially the look on Dudley’s face when he realized the girls were paying more attention to me than him.”

“Okay, can we get on with the game or what?” Hermione asked obviously wanting to change subjects.

“Oh, right,” Harry said as he shook his head. “It’s called, ‘Never Have I Ever,’ and what you do is go around and say comments about certain things and if you ever did it, you have to drink. For example, I say, never have I ever been kissed.”

“Yes you have,” Ron said not getting the game.

Harry sighed. “No, Ron, I know I have. So I take a drink. So will everyone else who’s been kissed. If you never been kiss, you don’t drink. Understand?”

“So you can say something that you have done before?” Draco asked trying to get the rules of the game. “But you have to take a sip if so?”

“Right,” Harry said with a nod. “Also, this game can get mean to, you can single someone out if you’d like. For example, I can say, never have I ever tried to curse someone and have it backfired and thrown up slugs.”

Draco busted out laughing and Ron glared at Harry. “That was so low,” he muttered but took a sip.

Harry laughed. “I’m just giving an example. Ron, why don’t you go first?”

Ron nodded. “Okay, let’s see. Never have I ever been skinny dipping.”

To everyone’s surprise no one drank. “Really?” Harry asked. “No one. Well, maybe that can be arranged later tonight.”

“Harry!” Hermione gasped as she hit his arm while everyone else laughed.

“It was just a suggestion. You go, Hermione.”

“Fine, I’ll do an easy one, so everyone can drink. Never have I ever broken the rules at Hogwarts.”

“Oh gosh, I’m glad you don’t have to drink the number of times you do it,” Ron laughed while everyone took a nice long sip.

“I don’t think we’d have enough bottles for that, Ron,” Harry said with a laugh. “Okay, my turn. Never have I ever smoked a Muggle cigarette.” Harry looked around nervously and then took a sip of his bottle.

“Harry!” Hermione gasped in shock.

He laughed. “I tried it at Dudley’s party, okay? Hated it though, so you guys aren’t missing out. It’s very disgusting.” He then nodded his head towards Draco. “You’re up.”

He grinned. “Let’s see…never have I ever fooled around in a broom closet at Hogwarts.”

Ginny blushed at Draco as they both took their sips and Ron and Luna chuckled in remembrance as they also took a sip. Then Harry took a sip. “Harry, you animal, who was it?” Ron asked.

“Um…it was Lavender actually,” Harry said and for some reason tried to avoid Hermione’s eyes. “I think Pavarati dared her to drag me into the closet and so…yeah. I was shocked at first, but…eventually got over it.” He cleared his throat. “You’re turn, Ginny.”

“Okay,” she said after pondering a moment. “This one is a dangerous one, but I can’t resist. Never have I ever, had sexual fantasies about a member of the opposite sex who are here tonight, that isn’t someone’s boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Ooooh, intriguing,” Harry chuckled and didn’t hesitate taking a sip.

“Harry, who?” Ron asked urgently.

“I’m not telling, that’s the beauty of not dating anyone here, no one will care or know.”

Hermione thought about that for a while and then said, “Good point,” and took a sip of her drink, causing Harry to laugh and throw an arm around her. “That’s my girl.” He then playfully moved his lips to her ear. “Is it me?”

She grinned. “Maybe.” She then shrugged. “Maybe not.”

Luna hesitated and looked at her boyfriend. “Sorry, hun, you know I love you.”

Ron’s jaw dropped when her girlfriend took a sip. “Luna!”

She just eyed him. “If you don’t take a sip of that drink, you are full of shit, Ron Weasley.”

“I didn’t think this question through,” Ginny said as she bit her lip. “Ron and I are pretty much screwed if we drink.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry said realizing this. “If Ginny drinks that means she had sexual fantasies about me.” He gave her a wink causing her to blush and Draco to scowl at him.

“And if Ron drinks, he’s had fantasies about me,” Hermione piped in.

“Well, while you two are pondering, I might as well drink,” Draco said and took a long gulp and shrugged shamelessly at Ginny. “Sorry hun, but in third year when Hermione slapped me…I was a little bit turned on.”

Hermione placed a hand over her mouth in shock while Harry hooted with laughter, as well as Ron who muttered an, “Oh the hell with it,” and gave in and took a drink.

Ginny just lifted her chin to her boyfriend. “It’s quite all right, Draco,” she said and then took a long drink. “I use to find Harry Potter quite the stud in my younger days.”

Harry was now laughing so hard tears were coming out of his eyes and Hermione was laying weakly against him while she doubled over in laughter. “This…this is priceless,” Harry breathed in between laughs.

“Sodd off, Potter,” Draco cursed and then stood up. “Enough of this game, I need to remind my girlfriend who the stud is around here.”

Ginny yelped when Draco picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “You barbarian put me down, you big bully.” He took her into the tent and now you could only see their shadows. “You know I love you, you moron…” Then all they heard was giggling.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Ron said finally as he got up and yanked his girlfriend on to her feet. “We all of the sudden got very tired.”

“We did?” Luna asked in a daze. “Ohhh…right, we did.”

Harry and Hermione were still laughing, but finally calmed down when Ron and Luna disappeared under the tent. “I don’t think I ever laughed so hard in all my life,” Harry said as he wiped away a tear.

“Me either.” She then finished off her butter beer and let out a breath. “I think I might be a little tipsy, Harry.”

“Me, too,” he laughed and picked up two new bottles and handed one to Hermione. “Want to get sloshed with me?”

She giggled shamelessly. “Well, I’m already half way there, what’s the difference?”

He clinked his bottle with hers. “Cheers.”

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Hermione whispered as she let Harry lead her to the lakeshore. “Harry, how did you convince me to agree to this?”

“Because,” he said as he turned around, stumbling slightly from the affects of the butter beers they both consumed. “I am extremely charming and irresistible and you can never say no to me.”

She lifted a brow. “That right?”

“It’s exactly right, or else, you’d never agree to this.”

“It also could be that I’m very drunk, Harry,” she said as they stumbled to the waters edge.

“That could be the reason,” he agreed as he laughed. “Okay, you want me to go in first?”

“Mmm, no,” she said shaking her head. “I go in first, that way I can keep an eye on you in case you peak.”

He rolled his eyes when she motioned him to turn around with her finger. “You know I won’t peak, Hermione.” His eyes widened when Hermione’s pink tank top landed on the ground in front of him. He gulped and clenched his fist when her pants came next and then tensed when he felt her presence close behind him.

“I know you won’t, Harry,” she whispered into his ear and then teasingly tossed her panties in front of them and now was standing stark naked behind him. “You’re a gentlemen.”

He was breaking a sweat. He was drunk and horny and he was about to go skinny-dipping with his best friend. “You better get in that lake quick, before I forget that I am in fact a gentlemen.” He heard her giggled behind him then short quick splashes as she walked into the water and he didn’t turn around until he heard her dive all the way in.

He saw her rise out of the water, her bare back gleaming in the moonlight as her hands pushed back her long wet strands of hair. Dear Merlin, he was in trouble. “How’s the water?”

Hermione sunk into the water before turning around to him. “Perfect. You coming?”

He grinned and tore his shirt over his head, tossing it on top of Hermione’s clothes. He watched Hermione smile before turning her back and disappearing under the water, giving him the time he needed to strip down and run into the cool water.

Hermione turned around just in time to see him resurfacing and had to bite back a groan when he watched him stand up waist deep as he pushed his wet messy black hair out of his face. The moonlight shimmered off his flat stomach and well defined chest and the thought of Harry being naked under the dark water made her blush. Her eyes then widened when he gave her a mischief grin before disappearing under the water. No…he wouldn’t, would he? Not when we’re both naked. She frantically began to back up until she was unable to stand and had to tread the water. Where is he? Surely he wouldn’t grab her… “Ahh!” she yelped in fright when Harry surfaced only inches away from her and spit water into her face. “Harry!”

He laughed as she wiped her face clean with his hands. “Sorry,” he laughed as they both treaded water. “Couldn’t resist. Want to have a water fight?”

“No!” she exclaimed mortified as she backed up. “I’m not that drunk, Potter. You just stay back.”

“What’s the matter?” he egged her on and then splashed her. “You scared?”

She gasped and splashed him back. “Harry, stop!” she laughed.

He just splashed her back and Hermione retaliated as best as she could, but then froze when he went under water. “I hate it when he does that,” she groaned and then circled frantically in the water. She felt like one of those stupid girls in those horror movies that get attacked by some shark or other lake monster while having a midnight dip.

This time Harry sneaked up behind her and yelled, “Boo!” right into her ear.

She screamed and flung around, rather annoyed. “Harry, I’m going to kick your skinny little arse!”

“Hey, there’s nothing skinny about my…” He was cut off when Hermione reached up and shoved his head underwater. He came up sputtering water to see Hermione laughing as she swam over towards the flat jagged rocks that peaked out from under the water. He smiled and began to swim after her.

Hermione could now stand and had her back against one of the rocks and her knees bent so only her head was out of the water. “Glad you could join me,” she said when Harry finally caught up to her.

He just laughed as he stood up, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, thanks.” He smiled as he looked up at the stars. “I’m having so much fun.” He shook his head and laughed in wonder. “I can’t believe I’m skinny dipping with my best friend!”

Hermione laughed at this and the joy that was written all over his face was priceless. He needed this weekend to be free and normal. She knew she would remember the look on his face now and would always keep it in her heart. She would always remember. “It’s good to see you like this,” she said aloud.

Harry looked back at her and sunk down into the water so they were eye level. “I honestly didn’t know I could be like this,” he said with a small smile. “Getting drunk under the stars, laughing with my friends by a roaring fire without a care in the world.” He lifted a hand out from the water and casually pushed back a wet strand that was stuck to her cheek. “Thank you, Hermione. I owe it all to you.”

Hermione blushed. “It was Professore, Dumbledore’s idea, I didn’t…”

“No,” he interrupted her as he shook his head. “I know you, Hermione. This has your name written all over it. You wrote to Dumbledore, didn’t you? Saying you were worried about me?”

She let out a shaky breath. It was scary sometimes how well he could read her. “I can never hide anything from you, can I, Harry? Yes, I wrote to Dumbledore, said how I wished you could have one weekend, just to be normal. To feel like a normal seventeen teenager.” She was rambling so she didn’t notice Harry slowly glide through the water towards her. “That’s all I did really, Dumbledore thought of the rest and…”

“That was enough, Hermione,” he said his face now inches from her own. “You have always watched out for me, you know me better than anyone.”

“Harry,” she barely managed to say in a whisper. “I care about you…so much, I…” She didn’t know what else to say and she felt tears swarm up in her eyes as she touched his cheek adoringly.

“Hermione,” he whispered as he gazed at her longingly and reached up and placed his hand over hers, then kissed her palm, then the inside of her wrist and felt her tremble. “Hermione,” he said against as he gazed his lips along her arm in barely a whisper, until he nipped softly on her shoulder.

She gasped as he ran his lips along the arch of her neck. “Harry,” she whimpered as her fingers gripped his hair. “What…Oh my…” She had just felt Harry’s tongue flick over her earlobe, sucking off a water bead that dangled from it.

“Tell me to stop, Hermione,” he breathed against her neck as a hand found her waist under the water while the other one was pressing against the rock by Hermione’s head. “For the love of Merlin, tell me to stop, or else I won’t be able to control myself.”

“I can’t,” she gasped as she was fighting to breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” She then wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him up against her until his chest rubbed against her bare breasts.

Harry groaned at the feel of them and he bit his lip while he tried to fight his control. How drunk were they? Was this all butterbeer and nothing else? Would the regret it in the morning? He moaned again when he felt her hands glide over his ass. Nope, it definitely wasn’t just the butterbeer. He started to run frantic kisses up her neck to her face. “I have to kiss you,” he said. “Please let me taste that beautiful mouth.”

“Yes,” she pleaded as she moved her head to find his lips. “Please.”

Harry let out a desperate moan as their lips collided together in a fury. Her mouth opened for him to take his full and he slid his tongue over hers again and again, each time more urgent then the last. His hands explored under water. He caressed her waist, smoothed his palm over her ass, and brushed his fingers over her nipples. Her soft whimpers and throaty moans were driving him crazy. He wanted to take her right there in the lake against the jagged rock wall, but knew it wouldn’t be right. “Hermione,” he gasped as he pulled his mouth away from hers.

They were both breathing hard as their foreheads touched. “Why did you stop?” she asked breathlessly.

He gave her a soft smile. “Because, as much as I want to have my way with you, I don’t think this is the right place.”

She grinned and pulled him closer. “I think it’s rather romantic.”

He kissed her softly. “It is…but your cold and shivering.”

“That has nothing to do with the cold,” she told him in a whisper as she bit his bottom lip.

He groaned. She was making this very difficult. “Let’s go in the tent,” he said and kissed her, this time a little longer as tongues grazed and tasted. “I can have my way with you then.”

“Mmm,” she murmured against his lips. “Promise?”

“Oh, you can bet on it,” he said and gave her one last kiss before grabbing her hand and pulling her through the lake. He smiled when Hermione swam up on his back, letting him carry her while they were in deep waters. He closed his eyes when her mouth and tongue began to play with his ear. “You trying to drown me?”

She just giggled and kept on with her assault until Harry could finally stand and they both had to get up out of the water. Hermione yelped when Harry pinched her wear end. “You’re going to pay for that one, Hermione.”

“Looking forward to it,” she said as they gathered up their clothes.

“Wait,” Harry said before she could walk away. “I want to look at you. Dressed only in moonlight.”

Hermione blushed deeply as she stood there and watched Harry’s eyes slowly travel down her body, then back up. “Beautiful,” he whispered and kissed her tenderly. “You’re perfect.”

She smiled against his lips. “You’re quite magnificent yourself, Harry,” she said cupping one of her hands over his buttocks.

He growled as he yanked her tighter to him. “To the tent…now.”

She didn’t hesitate and the two of them giggled like teenagers that they were as they tried to be quiet once they got to camp. They were almost to their tent when a flap flew open and a head full of red hair came out. Hermione yelped and hid behind Harry as he pushed his clothes in front of his crotch, while a very sleepy Ron was blinking at them.

“Bloody hell!” Ron finally said once the sight of what he saw dawned on him.

“Hi Ron,” Hermione said weakly from behind Harry.

“Skinny dipping?” Ron asked. “You guys were skinny dipping?”

They both stifled giggles. “Yeah,” Harry managed to say. “We kind of got a little drunk and…yeah.”

Ron eyed them both. “Are you guys…together…now?”

“Er…haven’t really had that discussion yet, Ron,” Harry stammered. “But if you’ll excuse us, we’re both very, very tired.”

Ron stood there amused as he watched his best friend shimmy sideways to his tent while his best female best friend scooted behind him, giving him a little wave over Harry’s shoulder, before they both collapsed into the tent, both giggling madly. “Well I’ll be damed,” Ron said with a chuckle. “If I knew a few bottles of butterbeer and a dip in the lake would get those two idiots together, I would have done something sooner.” He then shook his head and went back into the tent with his girlfriend.

XXX

The next morning, Harry woke up to find a naked female body inside his sleeping bag and long naked limbs wrapped around him. The naked female body just happened to belong to his best friend, Hermione, but hey…that was beside the point. He had the best night of his life last night with this woman…who he was head over heels in love with.

They didn’t have sex last night, he knew she wasn’t quite ready and he didn’t want to make love to her until they were both completely sober. He wanted to be wide-awake, so he could hear every moan coming from her lips and remember every feel of her soft skin gliding over his.

He did, however, still had his way with her like he wanted. There were certainly…other things he could do to her and Merlin, she certainly could do things to him, too. Mind-blowing, crazy, incredible things. He watched her climax last night. Twice. The fact that it was him that brought her to it blew is mind. She also returned the favor as well and she was definitely skilled with that mouth in more ways than one.

He saw her eyes start to flutter open and he wanted her to see his face when she opened her eyes. She saw her eyes look directly into his, focus…and then blushed as she gave him a smile that melted his heart. “Morning,” he whispered and captured those soft lips he loved so much.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice raspy from sleep.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re hair is out of control this morning.”

She chuckled. “I know, it goes haywire when I sleep with it wet.”

“All rumpled and sexy,” he breathed against her mouth, sliding her tongue past her lips. “I like it.”

She sighed as she wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her until all his weight pressed up against her. “Last night was…”

“Incredible,” he finished for her and then looked down into her eyes. “Any regrets?”

“None,” she said without hesitating and smiled when she saw relief sweep into his eyes. “How can I regret being with the man I’ve loved for so long.”

His heart dropped and his eyes softened. “Hermione,” he groaned and kissed her, gently nipping at her lips. “I love you, too. Merlin, I love you so much it almost scares me.”

“Same here,” she said and pushed his head down until his cheek rested against her breasts. “We’ll be scared together, then.”

He nuzzled her breasts and took in a shaky breath. “Promise me, that no matter what happens…you’ll never leave me.”

Her fingers that were strumming his hair froze and then gripped it to force him to lift his head. “Look at me,” she said as she waited for his green eyes to meet her brown ones. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry. You are stuck with me and I’m going to be there for you. Whether it’s helping you study for a potions test, or fighting off fifty death eaters. I will be there for you.”

He let the words flow through him and sink in until they were permanently embedded into his heart. “Knowing that, Hermione, I can do anything.”

He kissed her then and looked forward to all the kisses they would share in the future.

We will have a future, he thought as he pulled the sleeping bag over their heads. He had love in his heart…Voldemort…you don’t stand a chance.

THE END!!!

Hope you liked it! Short and fluffy like I promised. Now that I’m finishing all these stories I can concentrate on my other ones! Watch out for them!