Summer Writing Series Challenge (July 5)
Challenge: Harry/Hermione feed/eat from the other's plate at a restaurant.
Title: A Dash of Love
Word Count: 1,000
Harry was reluctant to go home that day, due to both the weather and the fact that Hermione's ankle was still swollen. But, if the truth be known, Harry Potter didn't want to leave the embrace of the woman he loved and it seemed that she was reluctant as well. Regardless of their feelings, they both decided it would be best for Harry to head out for the night so Hermione could get her rest and allow the healing draught to work properly.
"Dry off when you get home." She scolded playfully. "I don't want you getting ill right when things became more interesting than usual!"
Harry laughed and grabbed up his cloak. "I'll be by at noon, that should be plenty of time for the potion to work and we can try out the lunch menu at that Greek restaurant."
"Mmm, sounds fine by me." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.
Harry threw his cloak over his shoulders and fastened it tightly to him as he opened the door and stepped into the pouring rain. Rushing through the pelting sheets of water, Harry crossed the street and dodged under the awning of a hotel, with another mad dash, he was at the closest Apparation point and with a pop, ran from another alley straight to the Greek restaurant they were at previously. After setting a reservation for lunch, he was in the alley once again, apparating home.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice came from his coffee table. "Harry aren't you home yet?"
Harry hung his cloak and rushed to the mirror which was not displaying his reflection but Hermione's frowning face. "Hey, just got back..." He said panting as he plopped onto the couch. "How's your ankle feeling?"
"It took you this long to get home?" She asked incredulously. "Did you jump in every puddle on your way there?"
Harry laughed and shook his head. "No, I stopped by and made reservations, that place is pretty busy and I wanted to make sure our lunch date wasn't going to be disrupted by not having a place to sit."
Hermione's frown disappeared and a small smile spread across her lips. "I could get used to this, you know?" She said with a slight laugh.
"Well, I try." He said with a laugh of his own. "I still need to dry off, you mind if I set you down for now?"
"Not at all." She said with a dismissive wave. "I'll get ready for bed and see you when you're done."
Harry smiled and blew her a kiss before setting the mirror back on the table. Within a few minutes, he was dry and in a pair of pajamas. He checked the mirror but it was dark so he climbed into his bed and waited for her to pick up.
"I'm... back." She said with a grunt. "You never know how much you need your feet until you've injured one." She said with a laugh, scooting under her covers.
"The same can be said about arms." Harry replied with a chortle. The two of them laughed and chatted well into the night, falling asleep with the mirrors in each other's hands.
Harry awoke the next morning to Hermione's voice right next to his head. He smiled and looked blearily at the pillow next to him, expecting to see Hermione lying beside him.
"Morning." She said with a smile from the mirror.
"Morning." He said with a tired yawn. "I don't know if the mirror is good enough for me anymore..."
"Not good enough?" She asked incredulously, but the smile on her face belied any irritation or hurt. "I suppose you're right." She whispered, her eyes twinkling. "Why did it take us so long?"
"I seem to recall training and you and Ron dating." Harry said with a smirk. "But I'm sure things happened the way they did for a reason."
"I guess so." She said with a shrug. "Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked gesturing with her free hand to her face and hair.
Harry smiled gently and nodded. "We've seen each other in worse shape than morning hair." Hermione laughed at his wink. "You're beautiful, Hermione, and I need to get dressed so I can put this mirror away... It's not the same as the real thing..."
"Then what are you waiting for?" She said with a playful laugh. "Get dressed and let yourself in, I'll be in the shower."
Harry wasted no time and within five minutes was opening the door to her flat. "I know I'm early, but I couldn't stay way." He called to her bedroom.
"I couldn't wait either." She said with a smile behind him. He turned with a laugh and they caught each other in a tight hug.
"This is the type of morning greeting I can deal with." He said after they'd properly kissed in greeting. "Why don't we get lunch? We have the rest of the day to spend together."
They were at the restaurant within minutes and sitting at the same table as they did on their first date. Their orders were placed and a few minutes later, sitting happily in front of them.
"Harry, you have to try some of this spanakopita!" She said, lifting a bite sized piece on a fork to Harry's open mouth.
"Mmm, that is good." Harry said as he savored the buttery filo dough, spinach and cheese dish. "You've got to try this kataifi..." He took a piece of the confection between his thumb and forefinger and gently placed it in Hermione's mouth. Before he could pull his fingers away, however, she captured them with her lips and sucked the honey from them.
"Mmm..." She said with a glint in her eyes. "Perfect."
"I think I'm going to enjoy having you as my girlfriend, Miss Granger." Harry said seductively as he opened his mouth for an offered loukoumades, sucking the honey from her fingers in the same way she had his.
A/N: This is a continuation of the "Kiss The Cook" 3 parter. I hope you like it ;)