Chapter 15: Back to Reality
"Mm," Hermione moaned, stretching herself across the bed. Its blankets still had Harry's scent, so she automatically stretched her arm to touch him. "Harry?" She opened her eyes lazily, finding his side of the bed empty.
She took her time getting up, and found herself thinking about last night, about Harry. The way he had kissed her, his caresses…. How he had said that now she had him.
Hermione suddenly gasped, her mind playing back what Harry had said before taking her. He had been saying that he was estranged that she wasn't throwing herself at him. Why would she throw herself at him? Why had he slept with her in the first place? Did he love her? Then, it dawned on her.
"He thought I was under the spell! Oh, hell. Now, what will he think of me? "
"Oh, simple, that you're a b**** and a w****", her mind answered her.
"He can't think of me like that!" she retorted.
"Oh really? Then why was he estranged that you were not throwing yourself at him? He did remind you that you wanted him; right before he said you would have him."
Hermione felt like being swallowed from the magical world as she forced herself to get out of bed. Her mind did have a point. Then again, why else would Harry sleep with her? But most importantly, why did she care? The plan, after all, was supposed to be for fun. However, it was not supposed to end this way.
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"Harry! Wake up!" Ron bellowed, throwing his books at him.
" `Mione?" Harry moaned.
"Sorry?" Ron looked at him with a bemused expression. His friend was surely strange today. His hair was untidier than usual and his clothes were put on reverse. Not to mention, he was late for breakfast and that, to Ron, was a blasphemy. "Harry!"
"What!" Harry fell from his bed with a thud after jumping three feet high from his bed. He sighed when he found out it was just Ron. "Ron, what do you want?"
"You have class in 15 minutes!"
"Damn it!" Harry got up and ran to the shower as fast as his legs would carry him.
"I'll catch you at breakfast," Ron excused himself and left.
Half a second later, Harry came out dressed in black pants and a mauve sweater. He put on his black robes and brushed his untidy hair, leaving it equally untidy and thus, giving up on the lost cause. He sighed once again, reaching up for his glasses.
"Where the hell are my glasses?" he cursed, his mind wandering about infinite places where he could have left them:
Library…
no, he never went there.
Classroom…
not that he knew of.
dining room…
no, he still had then on at the Astronomy tower last night.
Astronomy Tower!
No, he still had them when he had gone to Hermione's room.
BINGO.
Hermione had put them underneath her pillow a minute after they have landed on bed... Okay! No time for details. Point was, he had never retrieved them from that previos location, which meant Hermione still had them.
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Oliver's eyes squinted at the morning sun, finally opening to find that Fleur was still asleep in his arms. He yawned and attempted to get up, keyword being attempted.
"Don't go," Fleur pleaded, pulling him back to bed.
"Have to. I have an appointment with my coach today," he explained, getting up this
time.
"Quidditch, always Quidditch. What about me? What about my needs?" she protested, getting up and tossing her hair in her part-Veela manner.
Her subtle movement made his breath hitch on his chest. She looked absolutely beautiful. She noticed his demeanor change and smiled, getting closer to him and putting her arms around his neck.
"Merlin, you're beautiful," Oliver whispered.
"I know," Fleur whispered back, her lips taking a passionate journey through his mouth, but he broke the kiss in half a second.
"I'm going to go take a very cold shower," he sighed, grinning.
"Really? Why don't you stay and kiss me instead?" she suggested seductively, planting soft kisses on his chest, but Oliver got away from her embrace and put his robe on.
"I have to go," he reminded an upset Fleur who had crossed her arms and had a very
grim expression. Oliver did notice something. She looked even more beautiful angry.
"Sure, Quidditch! You never `ave time for me! Itz always Quidditch!" she barked.
"That's not true. I always have time for you," Oliver got close to her, which succeeded in calming her down if only a bit. She leaned closer to him and was about to brush his lips, when he gave her a kiss on the forehead instead. "Except now."
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Hermione combed her hair to her shoulders after dressing for another school day and started to make the bed, which still had Harry's scent. Her mind told her that she ought to order her sheets changed, but at the end, she didn't really want to. She was putting her pillows in order just as Fleur came in.
"Bonjour."
"Hello," Hermione answered, unable to keep nervousness out of her voice tone. If her friend only knew what had happened…
"What's wiz you?" Fleur asked, raising an eyebrow. There was something off about Hermione today, if only she could put her finger on it.
"Nothing! How was your night?"
"Good. I didn't sleep, but oh well," Fleur smiled maliciously.
"Funny. Neither did I, "Hermione muttered to herself.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just going," she assured, taking her books.
"But your pillows are still a mess `Erm," Fleur advanced towards her friend's bed.
"Oh, no, no, I'll do it!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing all her books to the floor in a haste to get to the forbidden territory. She wasn't too keen with Fleur finding out about her late night activities with her untidy haired best friend.
" `Erm, I didn't know you used glasses," Fleur shrugged, taking Harry's glasses on her hands.
"What?"
"Wait a minute, izn't `zis `Arry's?" Fleur looked intently at the frame with a confused expression, until she completely figured it out, "Oh."
"Oh, hell," Hermione buried her face in her hands. She still had Harry's glasses and she had forgotten all about it. And worse, Fleur knew!
"Want to tell me somezing about last night?"
Okay guys, I know you want to swear a thousand times and say horrible things to me, but things have gotten tough in College, and it was my sister who convinced me to take a break from my studies and write, because my stress was getting to me. Good grades come at a price. Anyways, I hope this calms you down, and I apologize for another cliffie, but I'll try to update as soon as I can. Take care and please drop me a line. I'm sacrificing study time for you!
Caroline
PS: Thanks to all that reviewed! I answered them all!
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