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A/N: Okay I know I made you guys wait longer than I've ever made you all so far, but Real Life came in and demanded I pay attention, so this story was put on the back burner for a little bit.
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Chapter 6
Lavender was sitting in the library talking animatedly to Hannah Abbott when Seamus entered the room and sat next to her. Lavender beamed and turned to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Hey you."
"Hey." Seamus replied in a subdued tone.
"What's wrong?" she asked instantly.
Seamus shook his head. "Nothing, it's fine. You want to get out of here, luv?"
Lavender nodded. "Sure." She stood up and looked apologetically at Hannah. "Sorry, I've got to go. We'll finish this later?"
"Later when? We've got to get this project done, it's due Monday!" Hannah responded.
"I won't be gone too long, we'll start again on it later tonight. Besides if the guy you like showed up and asked you to stop and go off with him you'd do the exact same thing." Lavender whispered the last part to her, as Seamus was already standing by the door, ready to go.
"Maybe so, but no guy I like is here to do so, so if I must suffer then so should you. And we really do need to get this done."
Lavender sighed. "What's it going to take? Things with Seamus and I are just starting to go really well again and I don't want to screw that up. So what's it going take for you to let me off the hook this time?"
Hannah thought for a moment and then grinned. "Well, if a guy I like comes here and wants to take me away as well, then we both can go and enjoy ourselves, but otherwise, we both stay here and work. That seems fair, we both work or we both get pleasure, no in betweens."
"That is not fair!" Lavender exclaimed. "You just want action and you're jealous because you haven't been getting any lately and I am!"
"Oh that's rich-"
The girls continued to argue while, unbeknownst to them and everyone else in the library; Hermione Granger was quietly hurrying towards a small alcove in the library that only she, Harry and Ron knew about.
"Quick change of plans," She whispered when she reached them, pulling off Harry's invisibility cloak. "Ron, I hope you like blondes. And Harry I really hope you're okay with this cause it's the only thing I can think of right now."
The guys both listened and soon agreed that it was the best plan to get Lavender out of there. Harry pulled the cloak over all three of them, making sure that no one's feet showed. They'd all grown over the years, Ron the most, and it was now a very tight squeeze for all of them to fit.
Then, as quickly as possible, they moved towards the front of library where the first few shelves were located. They pulled the cloak off again and left it with Ron.
Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and gave it a small squeeze. "Ready?" she asked.
Harry nodded silently.
"Okay, us first."
Harry and Hermione moved away from the shelves and into the open area of the library, making it seem as though they'd just entered through the door. They were holding hands and Harry had his arm hung lightly around Hermione's waist. Hermione was grinning as she told him excitedly about what happened at the last prefect meeting when Draco Malfoy made a complete arse of himself.
Harry already knew the story, but he continued to listen and laugh at appropriate moments. They made sure to stay away from the other section of the library where all the other students were, so Lavender and Hannah would be the only ones to see them. They continued their easy conversation, laughing often and for the world looking like the happiest couple ever.
They were headed towards the couches in the back when Hermione reached up and kissed Harry lightly on the lips in response to something he'd said. Harry gave her a wicked grin and pulled her closer to him, pushing her up against the shelves near them and kissing her thoroughly. One of his hands stayed at her waist while the other traveled into her wild hair. Hermione brought one of her hands up to the back of his neck, tickling the tiny hairs there and her other hand she placed on his waist, pulling him closer to her and grinding their hips together.
Lavender and Hannah just stared, mouths agape, at the scene before them.
When Harry and Hermione finally pulled away, Hermione's face was flushed and Harry's glasses were all askew on his face. They both smiled at each other. Hermione actually giggled.
She took Harry's hand again and led them to the empty room with the couches. Harry sat down first and pulled her down onto his lap and she ended up straddling him. Just before they shared their second kiss, Hermione's head snapped up and she looked at the open door, and at Lavender and Hannah staring at them in amazement. She leaned down and whispered something to Harry, to which he grinned, and then she got up and went to close the door, just before the door was completely shut, she paused and looked at the occupants of the room, and winked; before slamming the door behind her.
Lavender and Hannah didn't realize that the wink wasn't meant for them, so they both scowled at the closed door. When they heard a loud moan come from the room, they quickly put their heads together and began discussing all the possibilities.
Ron had seen the wink and took it as his cue. He walked out from his hiding place and headed straight for Lavender and Hannah's table. He threw himself in the chair next to Hannah. "Hey." He muttered in a sullen voice.
Lavender and Hannah both looked at Ron, then the closed door, and back to Ron again, looks of sympathy in their eyes. Hannah laid her hand on Ron's arm. "Hey." She replied. "How are you?"
Ron sighed. "I've been better."
Hannah nodded. "I'm so sorry, Ron-"
"I hate this place." Ron interrupted, glaring at the closed door. "I don't even know why I came here." He stood then and looked at Hannah. "Hey, um, would you want to go for a walk or something? I could really use the company."
Hannah grinned up at him. "I'd love to." She answered instantly.
Lavender shot her annoyed look but quickly got over it as Seamus walked back to the table. "Change your mind or something?" He asked Lavender.
Lavender shook her head. "No, no of course not. Let's get out of here." She took his hand in hers and both couples made their way out the library door.
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Meanwhile, behind the closed door…
Hermione closed her eyes as she leaned up against the door and took a deep breath. Her body was on fire, every part of her tingled from Harry's touch, screaming to be touched by him again. She could still taste him on her lips; still feel his tongue on hers…. She took another deep breath. Merlin! She could still smell his scent on her skin! He smelt so good, for a guy, like clean soap, fresh air, and a little like the woods.
She couldn't believe what they had just done. She had just kissed her best friend! Sure, it was easy to kiss guys like Dean because there was no feeling in it and even though they got along all right, she'd known it wouldn't affect either of them majorly by their actions. But this was different. This was Harry! And it'd been amazing.
Of course she'd been kissed before, Krum first, then a boy from back home during the summer, and then Dean just that day. But they all paled in comparison to what she had just experienced. As soon as their lips touched, even briefly, it was electric. She felt every nerve in her body react to him at that moment. She had been so surprised at first that she'd pulled away quickly. But then he'd given her that grin and she knew in that moment that she wouldn't be able to deny him anything. Not that she'd ever been able to before.
And then he'd kissed her. She'd thought for sure that she would've squealed in delight had her mouth not currently been occupied. Such a girly thing to do, she was so glad she hadn't actually done it. He'd pushed her up against the bookshelves, an act she considered so primitive and, dare she say it, manly, that it seemed to make her even giddier and her head swim with all these new emotions bursting forth. Normally she'd be miffed that he dared risk harm to her precious books, but her brain had packed up and disappeared long ago, leaving her with all these sudden hormones. She felt her cheeks warm as she remembered just how much she'd reacted to him. She still couldn't believe she'd grinded with him. And then she remembered just how he'd…reacted to that. Before she even realized what she was doing she let out a loud moan just at the thought.
She could feel Harry's eyes on her then and she knew her face was scarlet. She turned around to face him with a shaky smile, thinking quickly. "Just to make it more believable." She said as calmly as possible, although she knew she was a terrible liar.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her before simply nodding.
She took that moment to just look at him. He was sitting on the couch in the usual guy sprawl that took up a good half the couch. His hair was even more mussed than usual and there was a red mark on his nose from where his glasses had dug into his face. She allowed her eyes to travel further down, taking in the rest of him. He had filled out more over the summer and she suddenly found herself wondering how she'd never really noticed that before. She'd always thought of Harry as "cute", but now, that word just wasn't accurate anymore. He was good-looking, maybe even handsome, but in Hermione's hormonally over-charge brain the only words that seemed to perfectly describe the Harry sitting in front of her were: downright sexy.
Hermione flushed at her own thoughts and soon realized that she'd been staring. Now that she was completely embarrassed, Hermione simply sat down next to Harry and refused to look at him.
They sat in a tense silence for the next few minutes until finally Hermione couldn't stand it.
"So…" she really had no idea what she was going to say, but she thought that if she just started talking more words would come. But this appeared to be the one time in her life when words failed her.
"So…" Harry copied her, turning to look at her.
Hermione couldn't help herself, she turned to look at him as well, and they ended staring into each other's eyes, inches apart. For the first time since she'd closed the door, Hermione realized that she wasn't the only one the in this room that was nervous and confused. This gave her more confidence.
"Harry…" she began.
She was soon cut off by a loud knock on the door. Neville soon popped his head into the room. "They've gone, great show guys, come on and hurry up, you don't want to miss the big show, do you?"
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Lavender wasn't sure exactly how it happened. One minute she was in the Great Hall kissing Seamus after he performed that beautiful charm on the ceiling that changed the daytime sky into a perfect midnight starry sky. She briefly wondered where he'd learned a charm like that, but quickly dismissed the thought as just his romantic side coming out. Finally. She'd told Parvati he had one.
And after that romantic display of charms ability she'd kissed him, and it was just magical. The way it should be. The way it always was. But it ended way too soon.
He'd pushed her up against the wall and had hit something in the process. "Ow!" he'd said and pulled away for a moment. But then he'd come back again full force. It was so dark in the room she could barely make out his features, let alone see the look in his eyes, so she had to just imagine it for herself.
This second time seemed slightly different though. He was rougher, harsher, and even somewhat sloppy. She wasn't sure what had changed.
Before she had much time to think about it the lights came on and there was a flash of light off to the right. She tried to push Seamus away to see what was going on, but he just grunted and trapped her even more against the wall. Something was wrong, very wrong. Seamus didn't grunt, well not like that at least, his voice wasn't that deep.
There were several more flashes of light off to the right and Lavender could hear voices as people entered the Great Hall. Was it lunchtime already? Lavender needed to figure out what was going on here and couldn't be kept ignorant for any longer.
She placed her hands on Seamus's chest and pushed him away, pulling away from the kiss and opening her eyes. But instead of the sight she expected to see, she found herself staring into the confused eyes of Vincent Crabbe.
Lavender screamed.
Colin Creevey continued to take pictures and the voices in the Great Hall only got louder as everyone turned to see her in her very compromising position.
Lavender couldn't stop screaming.
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Hannah was having the time of her life. Ron had intended to take her to the lake, but they'd become a bit too preoccupied with each other on the way and they'd ended up in a broom closet on the first floor instead. Which was fine with Hannah, Ron was an excellent kisser. Maybe there was more to the youngest Weasley boy than everyone thought. Hannah certainly hadn't expected him to be anything but average, and boy was she glad he'd proved her wrong.
They'd been in the closet for about ten minutes when the door suddenly flew open. They stayed in the shadows while waiting to see who was out there. It turned out that there wasn't anyone (which Hannah thought was a little odd but she was in no mood to question it) and Ron reached out of the shadows to close the door again.
After that they went right back to kissing again. The second time he seemed shorter, although she knew that couldn't be possible. He also seemed more heated and to have lost a bit of his finesse, but Hannah could easily ignore all that.
There were noises outside the door soon after that, students heading towards the Great Hall for lunch. Was it time for lunch already? The door flung open again for the second time and if Ron's mouth hadn't been covering hers, Hannah would have yelled out in exasperation.
Light seemed to be flooding into the little broom closet and Hannah, knowing just how nosy people could be, tried to pull away from Ron. Ron didn't seem ready to end the kiss however, as he didn't let her pull away. There were now multiple flashes of light coming from the doorway and Hannah was becoming uneasy and confused. She pushed against Ron more forcefully and was finally able to break the breathless kiss.
She opened her eyes to give him a questioning look, but instead of standing face to face with the flame-haired freckle-spotted Ron Weasley, she found herself standing face to face with the overly muscled and pudgy-faced Gregory Goyle.
Hannah took a few steps back, hitting the wall behind her with a thud. She stared at Goyle in utter confusion, before finally, she screamed.
Dennis Creevey didn't stop taking as many pictures as possible.
Goyle looked bewildered.
Students passing by the broom closet looked onto the scene with more than a little interest.
And Hannah didn't stop screaming as she ran out of the closest and up the stairs towards the Hufflepuff common room until she was safely locked away in her dormitory.
A/N: Alright, as always, please REVIEW!!
There'll probably just be one more chapter next, the Afterparty.
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