A/N: This chapter will probably change POV's a lot so bear with me! Also when I say guy shorts, I mean the kind that go past their knees a little, not short, girly shorts. And here's the next chapter....
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Chapter 5: The Next Morning
The next morning when Hermione woke up, she realized that she had dreamed all night about the day before and how wonderful it was to spend the day with Harry. Today, all she could think about was looking especially nice that day for a reason that she couldn't put her finger on, and so she spent a lot longer in the bathroom, trying on different clothes and hairstyles. Finally deciding on a practical army camouflage tank and drawstring cargos, she to take a leaf out of Lavender and Parvati's book, and experiment with makeup. After carefully looking at a "Witch Weekly" magazine, she applied some light makeup. And then to tackle her biggest appearance flaw... her hair. She hated her hair. She couldn't ever do anything with it, because it was so bushy. And she didn't have any Sleekeazy's now, like she did for the Yule Ball last year. Then she got an idea.
She knew that her parents were already gone, so she tiptoed down the stairs, into their bathroom, opened a drawer and snatched something out. Quickly, she pranced like a deer back into her bathroom, and set to work. When she finished fifteen minutes later, she smiled and then chuckled. "That took way too much work to do every day," she said to herself.
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When sunlight flooded in through Harry's window, he wondered why Aunt Petunia had let him sleep so late and then he remembered that he was at his best friend Hermione's house for the rest of the summer. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his glasses and flung open his door, only to find that he'd come face-to-face with...
"Hermione? Why are you up so early?" he inquired, only too aware of his messy hair and pyjamas. She looked....well, not like regular Hermione. Clad in cargos and a form fitting camouflage shirt, he wondered why it had taken Ron three years to figure out that she was indeed a girl. And her hair was beautiful. She had straightened it and it was down so that its length was incredible, cascading down her back in a brown waterfall. He realized that his charming female friend was turning out to be avery striking young lady.
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Hermione surveyed his flannel pyjama pants, rumpled T-shirt and messy black hair with surprising appreciation. When she realized that he probably thought she was weird for gawking at him, fully covered in messy pyjamas, she blushed and looked up at him.
Aloud she said, "Oh, I was just going downstairs to make us some breakast... do you like chocolate chip pancakes?"
To her dismay, he chuckled.
"Okay, am I stark, raving mad for liking chocolate chip pancakes, Harry?" she asked nervously.
"No," he replied quickly, " I just can't remember the last time that someone asked me what I would like to eat, that's all."
"Okay, just checking. Shall I go make them?" she said uncertainly.
"Of course. I'll just go change and I'll be right down."
"Right then." She turned casually away and sauntered down the stairs. Harry quickly turned on his heel and dashed into his room.
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He grabbed a pair of khaki guy shorts and a black shirt, and pulled them on. He took off his glasses and polished them. Looking in his bathroom mirror, he tried with no avail to fix his rumpled hair, and bounded downstairs to the kitchen where, wrapped in a white apron, she was lining up ingredients for pancakes. Harry walked over and reached for the bag of chocolate chips. Hermione tried to grab them away from him but didn't manage to grab them away before he'd had a chance to steal a handful.
"Harry Potter...." she growled playfully.
"Hermione Granger..." he mimicked back. Laughing he said, "Close your eyes and open your mouth."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Just do it already!" he said impatiently.
Obediently, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Harry grabbed the bottle of maple syrup off the counter and poured it into her mouth. Eyes open wide and spluttering, she quickly looked up and grabbed a handful of flour out of the open bag and threw it at him, showering him with white dots. They both paused for a second and then at the same moment they acted. Picking up ingredients off the counter and chucking them at each other, the floor and walls quickly began to ooze with a mixture of flour, chocolate chips and maple syrup. Ten minutes later, floor slick with food and the two teenagers doubled over with laughter, both reached for the last ingredient on the counter... the buttermilk. With the combined effort of trying to get there first and the slippery floor, both of them skidded and crashed together, feet flying out beneath them. Landing painfully on their rears, side by side, they clutched their stomachs and chuckled until they had no more energy left. They glanced at each other and sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.
"Granger, what are we going to do about this kitchen?" Harry asked.
"Wait here," she said, slipping and sliding to get up. Harry watched her retreating back and slowly sat up. A few seconds later she returned with her wand.
"Hermione... thats underage magic.." Harry warned.
"I know... but I have a clean record," she replied, smiling mischievously. Nodding, Harry stepped back and watched her wave her wand and the kitchen became spotless again.She pointed her wand at herself and she too returned to her clean state. Then she began to walk back upstairs, wand in her hand.
"Um, Hermione, what about me?" Harry asked, nervously.
"Oh yes," she said, raising her wand. And then she lowered it. "Actually, I'll just leave you like that." And with that she turned on her heel.
"Hermione!" he called despairingly.
"All right, all right!" She turned back giggling to herself, and swish and flick! Harry was returned to the clean person he usually was.
"Although," she said, wafting by, so that he caught the fresh scent of her recent shower, "You looked kinda cute with flour in your hair." She reached up and tousled his hair a bit. 'What has gotten in to me?' she thought. Harry grinned.
"So, where should we go eat?" she said, turning around.
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TBC...
A/N: I know it didn't really do anything meaningful, but I thought that we needed some H/Hr action, because they will end up together anyhow... oops, did I just say that? ;) Well, please start reviewing again, it really makes me want to keep going... I'll try to post more soon.... I'm changing the story around a bit from the one that I posted on ff.net. I want to make it what I hope is a less cliche story and make it more my own! See ya next chapter!