Dancing Queen
Dancing Queen
Written By: <a href=mailto:buffytwin1@aol.com>Andrea Stacy</a><br>
Rating: R
Harry and Hermione somehow end up at a muggle night club where Hermione shares a very suductive dance with Harry.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I am simply <br>
expressing my love for the books through this fiction. Please don't sue me.
I also do not own, and I did not write the Abba song 'Dancing Queen'.
Authers Note: Okay, here is the 2nd and final part to this story, its not a "sexy" as the first. Enjoy...
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The next morning, Hermione awoke to the overly bright sun shinning into her room and over her face. hermione turned to her side as she groaned. "The sun is to bright today, and my head is positively pounding." She said to herself as she turned back over and glanced at the clock on the night stand by her bed.
Hermione sat up with a start, she had completely overslept. It was now 10:40am, and she had missed breakfast... She groaned again as she struggled to get out of her warm bed. The floor in her dormitory which she shared with no one since she had been made Head Girl seemed unusually cold beneath her bare feet. She quickly dressed, and headed down to the gryffindor common room.
Her head still pounding slightly she scanned the large room, and quickly spotted Harry. He was sitting alone on the large overstuffed sofa, surrounded by books. He seemed to be studying. <i>'Thats odd...'</i> thought Hermione <i>'Harry studying on a Saturday morning?'</i> She shrugged to herself, and quickly brushed off the thought as she approached him, as she got closer, she noticed that he hadn't written anything on the piece of parchment in front of him, and in fact, he seemed to be daydreaming... harry daydreaming behind his books, so that no one would bother him, or notice him, was nothing new to Hermione, but Harry usually only did this before a Quiditch match, but there was no Quicitch today...
Hermione tapped harry lightly on the shoulder bringing him out of his thoughts, as she plopped herself down on the sofa next to him. Once Harry had noticed her, he quickly looked down avoiding her eyes, and bluching fiercly. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Daydreaming about Cho?" She asked, and to her surprise he didn't answer her right away. "No, not quit Hermione." He finally said through gritted teeth. He was still a deep shade of red, but at least now he was looking at her.
"Then please tell me, what possibly could have Harry Potter all flushed??" she asked, now ver curious. Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't remember do you?" He asked. "Remember what?" She replied a puzzled look spreading over her face. "Um... lastnight Hermione. At the club." Harry began, but Hermione stopped him. "OH, I remember the club, and that horribly silly outfit Luna and lavender put me in. Thank goodness for long overcoats!" She said exasperated. "Err...what else do you remember Mione?" He asked. She paused for a moment thinking. "Well... I remember some nice men buying me drinks, and paying me loads of attention especially once it became to hot for the overcoat, and I was forced to removed it..." She looked at Harry, whom returned her gaze. "Anything else?" He asked when she didn't say anything more. Harry noticed that her cheeks reddened slightly as she thought for a moment. "Well, yes Harry, I do remember that we shared a dance ... but then we all left a bit after that. Why?" She didn't seem to think their dance was anything out of the ordinary Harry noticed. "That dance Hermione... it was ... it was HOT." He blushed a bit deeper.
Hermione blushed as well, and looked him right in the eyes. She gathered all her courage, and asked, "Oh? How so, did you...like it?" She smiled innocently at him. "Did I like it?!" He repeated, he hadn't expected her to ask him that. He had expected her to have been to pissed drunk lastnight to even remember their dance. "Yes, Harry, did you like it?" She asked again, and moved in closer to him. "Because you did seem to be enjoying it..." She smiled again, and winked at him. Harry just stared at her, eyes wide. "Hermione... you ... you remember??" Hermione nodded at this, and continued, "I sobered up about halfway through, but decided to just go along with it. I've never done something so bold before, and it felt kinda good ... plus I was sure you thought I was just drunk, and it seemed you were enjoying the moment as well..." She looked down, blushing more, as she fiddled with a loose string on one of the cushions, avoiding his eyes. "Guess not then..." She said softly after Harry hadn't responded.
Harry didn't know what to say. She had for the most part, completely know what she was doing. That kiss, does that mean she knew what she was doing then as well, that she had possibly WANTED to kiss him? When Harry finally looked back at Hermione, he noticed she was nervously fidgeting in her seat. She looked upset. "Uh...no, I mean yes! I mean...it was interesting, defiantly interesting, and hot Hermione. You really shouldn't go around teasing boys like that, leading them on and such." She then raised her eyes to once again meet his, she had a very serious look on her face. "But I wasn't, I wasn't trying to lead you on Harry. I guess, I was just enjoying the moment a bit to much, and didn't want it to end, But Harry I meant it when I kissed you." She gently placed a hand on his knee, but then quickly removed it looking away. Harry stopped her, and took her hand in his. "You did?" he had a very hopeful look on his face. He had never told anyone before, but he had had a crush on his female best friend since their 5th year together, and now, in their 7th year, his feeling for her had only grown. There had been moments before. Moments where it seemed she may return his feelings, and he had wanted to tell her so meny times before, but the moment just never seemed right to him. Maybe that's why she had done what she did, to finally get out what everyone already knew, that Harry liked Hermione. "Yes," Hermione began stealing him from his thoughts. She took a deep breath, and continued, "Of course I meant it Harry, I've meant it for quite a while now ... it's just, with the end of our time together here at Hogwarts approaching, and Voldemort, I... I didn't want to hold back anymore. I don't want to hold back anymore. Not when I could lose you." Harry noticed that she had tears brimming her eyes now, threatening to spill over. She squeezed his hand a bit, took another large breath, and continued to speak. "Harry I did it because I have feelings for you ... feelings beyond friendship..." She looked away from him blushing more, as she waiting for his reaction.
Harry tightened his hand around hers, a smile spreading across his face. He had always thought that when he finally admitted to Hermione his true feelings for her, it would be him admitting to it first, but that wasn't the case, she had told him first, and now she was waiting for him to do, or say something...
Harry didn't say anything, just leaned over very close to her, and gently turned her to face him again. Their eyes locked for a moment before Harry closed his own eyes, and captured her soft lips with his own. Even after all that she had said Harry was still worried that she might pull away from him, but she didn't, instead she leaned further into him. She opened her mouth to him, and he tongue moved across his lips, as she encircled her arms around his neck. His mouth opened and he took her in. She tasted so sweet, he never wanted this moment to end. Their slow soft kissing grew deeper as Hermione pressed her body firmly against his, as their tongues continued to message eachother. Harry let out a low groan as she finally pulled away. A smile playing upon her rosy lips.
They just looked at eachother for a few moments silently before Harry finally spoke. "So Hermione, I have been wondering ... where exactly did you learn to dance like that?" He asked her raising an eyebrow. She smiled coyly at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She replied. She then stood up still holding his hand in her own, and began to pull him up off the sofa. "Hey, were are we going Moine??" Harry asked looking very confused. She eyes him, a smile smile playing across her features "I thought maybe you'd like a private show is all." She shrugged, and with that he eagerly rose, and followed her up to her private Head Girl room, silently thanking whomever it was that decided the Headboy and Girl should get their own private rooms. Harry followed Hermione up the stars, not caring that he was leaving his books behind. He defiantly wanted a private show, from his dancing queen.
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