Unofficial Portkey Archive

Hey guys! Thanks for all the support! Just a few things though. This is a really fluffy fic. No action, suspense or danger. So if you don't like just fluffy stuff, don't bother reading it. Secondly, I did write and finish this before book 5 was out, I've been posting on forums since I've been writing. I just discovered portkey a few months ago and have had trouble getting on her. Someone asked if I could revise it to fit into book 5, but there's really no point. I don't mention a lot of stuff that's irrelevant, plus I have a job and plus three stories I'm working on, so I don't have the time.

Anyway, enough of that. I hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Since it's already done I'll try and update once a day...if I can. I'm house sitting Wed and Thursday so don't expect any updates then. But look out for them, because they will be pretty frequent. Take care!

Harrys Mistres(aka: Margaret)

Hermione entered their private common room to find that Harry still had not yet woken up. The late night dip in the lake must have really worn him out, she thought with a smile as she threw her cloak over the back of the couch before ascending up the stairs leading to both of their rooms. Instead of going right, where her room was located, she turned left until she stood in front of Harry's door. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

No answer.

She knocked again, this time a little harder.

Still no answer.

She finally turned the knob and opened it herself, peeking her head in and smiled softly at the site of Harry. He was still asleep. He was sprawled out on his stomach with the sheets bunched down to his waist, revealing his well defined shoulders and back. His right foot poking outside of the covers so she leaned down and ran her nails over his foot.

Harry groaned as he jerked his feet back under the covers shifting tiredly under the covers. Hermione giggled. "Harry wake up," she finally said.

"Uuuuh, go away," he groaned sleepily as he turned his head the other way.

"Come on, get up...you're wasting the day away." With that said she walked over to his window and flung the drapes away, letting in the bright rays of sun.

Harry flinched at the brutal sunlight. "Herms, why are you torturing me," he said as he pulled the covers over his head to block the light. "Go bug Ron."

"I don't need to talk to Ron, I need to talk to you," she said as she knelt on his bed beside the big lump he created.

"We can talk later at a decent time."

"It's almost nine!"

"We went to bed four hours ago," his voice muffled under his cocoon of blankets.

"So? I've been up till six."

"Well, you're insane Mione, everyone knows that."

Hermione slapped the hump causing Harry to grunt. "Wake up!" she said as she flew the covers off of him.

"Hey, for all you know I could be naked under here," Harry said as he kept his eyes closed and buried his face in his pillow.

Hermione froze. "You're not are you?"

"Maybe...maybe not...now go away."

Hermione sighed and instead of going away she leaned up on her knees and straddled the small of his back and took a seat a little to hard on his butt, causing him to groan out a laugh. "I'm not going anywhere." She playfully ran her nails on his bare back. "Come on, wake up and talk to me."

"Mmm, you keep doing that and you have my attention," he sighed in heavenly bliss. "You're nails are nice and long."

"If I keep scratching your back, you'll talk to me?" she asked as she started to use both hands, traveling them up and down his back.

"Mionie, if you keep doing that I just might marry you...little to the left..."

She smiled softly. "Well, maybe later...but for right now all I need to do is talk."

"Okay," he sighed. He would definitely start making a habit out of this. Damn, what a way to wake up.

"I went to the library earlier this morning to study," she began as she started to run small circles all over his back. "First half hour were a flop, because I was too tired from last night to function."

He chuckled under her. "What a blast though right?"

"Yes and we should definitely do it again." She stopped scratching his back and then started rubbing his shoulder when she felt a tight knot. Hermione believed that Harry approved when he let out a strangled moan. "You must have slept on it wrong, this knot is huge."

"Stress...Quidditch game coming up," he muttered. "Go on...you were studying..."

"Right...I finally got to study for a good hour and...well....Parker showed up." Hermione immediately felt all his muscles underneath her hands tense up like stone. His eyes flew open before he suddenly flipped over onto his back to look up at Hermione who was now straddling his front.

"What?" he finally said and sat up. "Parker came up to you..."

"Yeah, he...."

"Did he touch you....or hurt you?" he asked frantically as his hands traveled over her face and down her neck, searching for any marks he might have left on her.

"Harry, he didn't hurt me," she said softly as she grabbed his wrists to stop him. "He may be a pompous ass, but he's not violent."

Harry grabbed her hands and squeezed it as he looked up at her. "Now he's not....You thought that about Krum and....and, you found out you were wrong in the worst way..."

Hermione heard the crack in his voice, knowing that the memories of Victor was just as hard on him. "That was a long time ago, Harry. Thanks to you and Ron, he can't touch me anymore."

He closed his eyes as he shook his head. "I never want to see another bruise on you ever again."

"You won't...as long as your around I know I can't get hurt," she told him firmly, hoping it would calm him down. "Parker doesn't want to hurt me...he may want to try and get me in bed, but..."

"He touches you and he dies...if I ever see him lay a finger on you, he dies."

She smiled softly and couldn't help but laugh. "You're like my personal bodyguard."

"I'm your personal best friend....someone hurts you I take it personal." He sighed as he tried to calm down and then rubbed her arms with his hand, urging her to continue. "Go on, Mione....what he do?"

"He just cornered me, that's all and...he asked me to the Yule Ball."

"What did you say?" he asked as he rested his hands on her hips. She was still straddling him, sitting on his thighs but since she weighed nothing he hardly noticed.

"I lied....told him I was going with someone else already," she said as she tried to avert her eyes away from Harry's.

Harry noticed this and was worried. He knew she was nervous about something. "Aaaand?"

"He um...asked if uh...I was going with you."

He studied her guilty face. "Herms....you told him no right?"

She looked down and bit her lip and only looked at him when he lifted her chin up with his finger to force her. "Ummm..."

"Moine...please tell me you didn't..."

She winced. "I'm sorry!" she finally said with an exasperated breath. "I didn't know what to say!"

"How bout no, someone else?!" he yelled and then groaned in frustration as he gently pushed her off him so he could get out of bed. "Dammit, Mione you KNOW I was gonna ask Veronica..."

She sighed at the mention of his recent crush on the sixth year Ravenclaw. "I know but..."

"I was going to ask her today!" he exclaimed as he paced the room What am I suppose to do now?"

"I...I'm sorry, I...I panicked! I knew he wasn't going to leave me alone if I didn't say something! He hates you! He's jealous of you, that's why I said yes."

"I don't care two $hits about him, Hermione....I'm your friend yes and I'll help you in any way...but this! I really want to ask Veronica!"

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. A small part of her was hoping he'd agree to pretend...just pretend they were going out for a few days. "You're right," she finally said. "I got myself into this mess by telling him we were dating and..."

"Dating?" he asked suddenly. "Didn't you just tell him we were just going to the ball?" Hermione swallowed her tongue and looked at him shyly. "Hermoine!"

She winced. "I KNOW! I'm horrible!" she yelled as she crawled out of bed and stood in front of him. "I'm sorry, I really am...I don't know why I said it. Look, just forget I said anything about it, I'll just..." She let out a sigh. "I'll just go talk to him and tell him the truth and..."

"No, you're not even gonna stand in the same ROOM with that guy let alone talk to him," he refused angrily as he ran his fingers through his jet black hair. "Ugh...okay...fine...you win. I'll...pretend we're dating...BUT...we break up at the ball. I at least want a dance with Veronica."

Hermione saw him pouting in the middle of his room and she couldn't help but smile. She ran up to him and flew his arms around him. "Thank you! Thank you!"

Harry stumbled backwards a little as he lifted his arms away. He finally gave in and wrapped them around her. "I'm still pissed at you ya know," he said even though there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I know, I don't blame you," she sighed and then looked up at him. "It'll be a piece of cake, I mean the worse we have to do is hold hands when he's around...we can handle that right?"

"Yeah, we can handle that," he told her with a grin and then hugged her again when she laid her cheek back against his chest. "We'll have to tell Ron about this, or he'll flip his $hit if he thinks we're actually dating."

"Yeah, but only Ron. We need to make it realistic and hopefully it'll get Parker off my back for awhile."

"Or for GOOD," he muttered and then kissed the top of her head. "I need to get in the shower. Wanna join me?"

"Harry!" she laughed as she pushed him away.

"Hey, we're pretending right? Might as well practice"

"You're horrible," she said as she pushed his head playfully loving the feel of his warm laughter traveling over her. "I'll see you downstairs."

"Later Baby!"

"Bye, bye Harry Poo!" she teased as she blew him a kiss before finally leaving him alone.

Harry chuckled. Maybe this won't be a bad thing after all.