(HIYA! Here I a throwing another page at you, as I warned before, after I add this one things might slow down a little bit since I am currently working on the next page and I don't know how long it will take me to write it and edit it, I'm also wanting to give you guys quality and quantity, so be patient with me... Here it is!)
She was standing on a dock, her beautiful, brown glittering hair not a tangled bushy mess, but soft curls which gently danced in the moist breeze. The waves from the lake were gently patting the edges of the doc, swaying the platform in a steady slow motion. Her white dress followed the movement of her hair. Her figure wasn't that of a young teenage girl, it was the figure of a woman. The sun was setting in the horizon filling the sky with pinks, blues, oranges, yellows and violets, like spilled paint across a large tapestry. The view was beautiful, it was breathtaking, but her eyes were not taking in her surroundings, they were glossy and lost in thought, lost in the emptiness that filled her soul. It felt like the most important piece of her had been missing; she looked everywhere but couldn't find it. A pair of hands wrapped around her waist, soft lips kissed the side of her cheek as warmth swept over her face. The loving male hands let go of her momentarily before they returned, sweeping over her shoulders. She felt him circling a thin chain with a locket around her neck. She knew the locket was heart shaped, and she knew it was the missing piece of her heart that longed to love and be loved. She turned to meet the man's eyes. He was wearing a white collared shirt, which he hadn't tucked into his black trousers, and he left several buttons undone, but his appearance made her heart race. Her eyes wandered to his. His magical, emerald green eyes, which she knew so very well, were soft and shimmered in the last minutes of daylight, his jet black hair ruffled in the wind making his already messy hair look even more untidy, it took her breath away. He pulled her close, his scent caused thousands of shivers to cover her body; it felt like a million fingers caressing her delicate skin. His strong hands rubbed her back as tears began to form in her eyes and soothing words were whispered into her ear. She loved this man, she loved him for so long that it hurt; she needed him. She gently loosened their embrace and looked Harry James Potter in the eyes again before allowing herself to melt into his soft kiss.
Harry attempted to open his eyes to the blinding morning sun. He wanted to get up, but his body felt heavy. Harry pulled an arm to his eyes as his mind raced to try and understand what was happening. His eyes finally allowed him to see clearly as they focused on a figure sprawled across his chest. The sight of bushy brown hair automatically registered to Harry that it was Hermione. He wanted to jump back, but didn't want to wake her from her peaceful sleep. Harry could feel her chest moving up and down in a steady motion against his own chest, their feet were tangled together and Harry was still in his boxers, while Hermione was still in her bra and underwear.
We must have grown tired and fallen asleep together.
Hermione stirred in her sleep and let out a sigh of comfort and content. The scent of her hair intoxicated Harry, it was such a spicy cinnamon scent; it made Harry want to wake her and kiss her senseless. Her hand brushed across Harry's chest as she began to wake, she raised her head and with squinting eyes she looked at Harry as confusion spread across her face.
"Good morning beautiful." Harry smiled.
Hermione gasped and jumped from his chest.
"H,Harry we, we didn't just?"
"Relax Hermione, we just fell asleep together, look, you still have your knickers on."
She blushed, then a mischievous grin spread across her face.
"I do have my knickers on hey?" she teased as she straddled him and gently sat down on Harry's stomach.
"What are you implying Miss Granger?" Harry laughed wrapping his fingers around her slender waist.
"That I'm going to kiss you for being such a gentleman." She laughed.
He moved one of his hands from her waist, caressed her chin and pulled her forward for a kiss. It was a gentle kiss full of emotion and love.
"So, what was it like spending a night next to the boy who lived?" Harry laughed.
"OH MY GOD, I STAYED THE WHOLE NIGHT!" Hermione pushed her hands into her bushy hair, as if she had just experienced a sudden migraine.
"OH MY GOD, MY PARENTS, THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!" She scrambled off Harry and began to franticly gather her clothes that had dried overnight.
Harry propped his head on his hands and watched Hermione with a smile.
"What are you smiling about, its not funny Harry!"
"Oh, but your Hemrione Granger, you'll wiggle yourself out of trouble." Harry teased.
She gave him a large grin and pulled her blouse over her head.
"What?" she asked looking at Harry's dazed eyes as she slipped into her jeans.
"I cant get over how beautiful you are."
"Oh Harry, stop teasing me."
"But I wasn't teasing Hermione, your breath taking."
Hermione blushed. She went over to Harry and planted a quick kiss on his lips and then one on his cheek.
"One more." Harry insisted.
She smiled, and they touched lips again, at first it was gentle and innocent; then the passion erupted as their lips collided and their tongues tangled together.
When their kiss had finished, they were both left with bruised lips but neither of them cared, they would do it all over again if given the chance.
Hermione walked back to her camp with her lips pulsing and heart swelling with love. She didn't know what she was going to tell her parents; she bit her lower lip as her mind quickly began to search for a proper excuse. As she approached the camp, she heard many voices talking amongst each other. Her eyes widened with horror when she saw several uniformed men and women with their canine companions and her mother crying into her fathers shoulder as he slowly rubbed her back while carrying a conversation with one of the men.
Oh no, this is much worse then I thought, they think I'm lost, what am I going to do? Relax Hermione, just breath, you can twist yourself out of this one just like Harry said.
She stepped out into the clearing and made her way to her parents.
"Mom, dad, what's going on?"
Her mother gasped, raised her head to look into her daughter's eyes and flung herself onto Hermione sobbing even harder then she had been seconds earlier. Her father furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Hermione in such a disappointed manner, it made her heart sink.
"Well sir, it looks like you won't be needing us any longer. I was quite right when I told you that it happens often and the kids end up turning up to camp in the morning." The man whom Hermione's father had been speaking to earlier reached out his hand to Mr. Granger.
"I'm sorry to take up your valuable time sir, and we thank you very much." Mr. Granger answered shaking his hand
"Not at all sir, we were happy to assist you and your wife, and we are more then happy to see your family reunited. Oh, and I'll be seeing you in a few days Mr. Granger, I'm due for a checkup." He smiled and motioned for his team to leave.
"I'm so happy your safe, we were so worried sweetheart." Her mother spoke through sobs lifting herself from Hermione and cupping Hermione's face in her hands.
" Explain yourself, this is so unlike you Hermione. We're both very disappointed with you, not to mention how embarrassed we are to have caused such a commotion with the park rangers."
"I'm sorry. I really am very sorry." Her heart was pounding and her eyes became glossy.
"Where were you?" Mrs. Granger asked brushing some sand from Hermione's bushy brown hair.
"I, I," she took a deep breath, she knew she couldn't tell her parents the truth, even though she wanted to. She was sure her parents did many silly things in the name of love. " I went to finish my homework like I said I would, I just lay there on the warm sand looking up at the stars and taking notes every so often, but then my eyes got heavy and I drifted off to sleep. I didn't even get to complete my homework for Astronomy."
"Is that all Hermione?" Her father questioned. His disappointment drifted into the morning sun as a soft expression filled his face.
Hermione nodded.
Mrs. Granger swept Hermione into her arms
"Oh Hermione, we're not angry at you, we were just extremely worried about your safety."
"I'm okay mom, remember I'm a strong… well you know what I am, and I always carry my," she paused for a minute looking around to see if anyone was looking or listening "wand." She whispered.
"We know Hermione, but that doesn't stop us from worrying about you." Trevor said calmly.
"Mom, dad… can I go back and finish my homework for my Astronomy class tonight?" Her parents looked at one another "I know I'm asking a lot, but this is really important to me."
"Hermione," Amelia began.
"Please."
"I'm sorry Hermione, but no. You will still have some time before school starts to finish your homework when we return home." Mr. Granger answered.
Hermione knew better then to argue with her parents, they were right, she didn't have any reason to finish her homework during their camping trip. She would just have to find another way of seeing Harry tonight.
"Okay daddy, you're right, I should just enjoy myself."
"How about some breakfast, your father can make some of his famous pancakes." Amelia Granger grinned at her husband.
"Of course I can, anything for my two favorite girls in the world."
Trevor Granger stepped between his wife and his daughter; he placed one hand on Hermione's shoulder and one hand on his wife's shoulder, sneaking in a kiss for Amelia, before leading them towards the table near their trailer.