Good Enough - Sex, Lies and Something Else… - Chapter 3
Author's notes: Hello, everyone once again!!! Chapter 3 is up, another short chapter. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I wanna thank all the people that reviewed the last chapter, I love it when people leave comments, so please do!
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Previously on Good Enough…
Part of Hermione was screaming to not do it, but the other part could not resist. The alcohol in her body made everything so simple, there were no inhibitions, and Harry seemed to not care at all. They both wanted it to happen.
Hermione woke up, heaving, all sweaty, wrapped in her blankets, alone. Where is Harry? Not here obviously answered a voice inside of her. Was it all a dream?
For a moment there, Hermione felt there was a little bit of hesitation in his voice. However, she wasn't entirely sure as it would be a whole new side of Tim for her.
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The following days, everyone was about their business. Harry was shagging Andrea, Hermione was still with Tim. The thing is, Harry hadn't let go. He'd been having unconscious thoughts of Hermione; he'd been dreaming of her in more than friendly ways, he'd been remembering her smell, her touch and how she felt surrounding him. As a matter of fact, Harry was now lying down while Andrea did her business, but he couldn't concentrate on what she was doing to him, because he was too focused on what Hermione made him feel.
On the other room, Hermione rolled her eyes. Bollocks! Not again… She closed her eyes and got up from her bed where she was lying. She couldn't stand it any longer, she sometimes… wished she could be the one… but she will never be good enough; not good enough for Harry… never.
Hermione shook her head; she had to get rid of this sort of thoughts. She started rearranging her stuff. Her room was a mess. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes and she tried to push back the echoing moaning of her flatmate. She started picking up clothing from the floor, moving furniture around, as some tears started trailing down her face. She went around her bed to grab her pillow and hugged it. The damn moaning continued.
In the meantime, Harry had a sheer golden sheen of sweat. He closed his eyes as Andrea rode him. He moaned and was using all his self-control to not scream out loud. He was gasping for air, and holding her hips as he led her way. Andrea was going crazy with passion as she screamed more and more, almost going over the edge. And this, Hermione knew, she wished she didn't, but she did. She was still cleaning her room when deep under her mess, she found Harry's ripped shirt. Hermione looked at it, as her knees weaken and she sat on her bed.
Suddenly, everything started to come back to her.
Hermione was not herself and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her dress covering little of her lower body, which made Harry go crazy. He carried her and moved swiftly into her bedroom and started touching her. Their moaning grew, as did their need to have each other.
Hermione closed her eyes as her brain tried to block the memory, as she clenched his shirt.
Harry pulled her straps down her arms, as he kissed every tiny part he undressed. Hermione looked up to her ceiling, as she felt his touch. She started moving her hands up and down his body, and planted her arm on his chest. Hermione kept on kissing him, and bit his lip as she ripped Harry's shirt, and started kissing down his jaw, neck and torso.
Hermione stood up from her bed. She couldn't breathe. She wanted to close down the memory, but it was out in the loose now. She walked towards the door and held the doorknob.
He was sitting on the bed with Hermione on top of him, moving up and down. His eyes were closed, his body with sweat and he was moaning. Both of them were gasping for air whenever their lips were not connected, as their bodies moved in blissful rhythm.
She kept on moving up and down, seeking what she and him so desperately looked for. He kept on guiding her, as he was about to explode. His ragged breath was in unison with her soft moaning, until they couldn't hold it anymore and Andrea let go, as Harry couldn't control it anymore and screamed, he opened his eyes and screamed.
"Oh, God, Hermione…" He screamed.
As the door slammed opened to reveal a tear-eyed Hermione holding her wand and Harry's shirt.
"HOW DARE YOU?" Hermione screamed throwing the shirt back at him. "Did you think I wasn't gonna find out, Harry?"
Harry pushed Andrea away, and grabbed the shirt to cover himself up as he tried to follow Hermione who had just gone out his room into the living room.
"Hermione!" He kept on calling. "Hermione, please…" She didn't listen. "MIONE!"
"What, Harry?" She spun around and looked at him with wide eyes showing nothing but disappointment in her best friend. "What are you gonna say? That you're sorry?" She added as tears streamed down her face.
"I don't know what to say…" Harry said in a soft voice. "I-I…" He stuttered. "I didn't mean to-"
"You didn't mean to, what, Harry? LIE TO ME?"
"I didn't mean to sleep with you…"
And the words stung.
"I don't know what happened that day…" He continued.
"You're an arse!" She screamed at him.
Harry stood there, covering up with his shirt, avoiding her look.
"How could you do something like that to me?" She asked in tears. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND!" She screamed moving in closer.
"Friends DON'T sleep together!" He shouted back.
"And friends don't lie to each other!" She answered back.
"What do you want me to do, Hermione?" He asked widening his eyes in a desperate call for help. "Tell me what to do, what to say… I'll do it."
"Harry, you're hopeless… and I mean that." She said in a softer tone.
"Hermione, I…" He said, but he couldn't continue.
Hermione went to the door and left the apartment with just her wand in hand, leaving Harry standing alone in the living room with only his shirt covering up. He felt empty, like he'd betrayed her… of course, he did. And in all this time, he had forgotten Andrea was there, and had listened to every bit of conversation, until she came out all dressed up with her things, ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked her softly. He honestly didn't care, for some reason.
"I'm leaving, Harry…" She said not looking at him.
"Why?" He said automatically.
"Do I really need to say it?" She looked at him seriously. He did not move. "Harry… you said her name when we climaxed" She said looking at him who was full of confusion. "You were thinking about her while we were having sex, Harry… that's pretty messed up, even for me."
"I'm sorry…" But he didn't know why he was apologizing.
"No need to be sorry, Harry… I like you still. You were a good shag, but let's be honest… you would have eventually dumped me sooner or later."
Harry was stumped. He was amazed at how Andrea was acting. He felt empty, as he was left all alone in the middle of the living room. Andrea left, and he would never see her again. His knees weaken and he fell to the floor, he hadn't felt this lonely since he was living in that small cupboard under the stairs. He waited all night for Hermione to come back, but she didn't return.
In some other part of London, Hermione apparated in front of Tim's apartment and knocked on the door. She had calmed down a little bit, but as everything that had just happen started catching up to her, tears started rolling down her cheeks once again. Tim opened the door to find a Hermione that instantly fell into his arms in tears, sobbing.
"I'm sorry…" She said in between sobs.
Tim had already closed the door and they were sitting in his living room. She continued weeping, and he could do nothing else but to console her, until finally she fell asleep. He waited some time before he actually took her and carried her to his room.
The next morning, Tim was already awake and making some breakfast, when Hermione reappeared from his room. He gazed at her with long.
"Good morning, you" He said in a soothing voice.
"Good morning…" Hermione replied with a tone of guilt. "You didn't have to sleep in the couch you know…" She added walking slowly towards him. "We've been dating for quite a few months…"
"I know…" He said looking at her from the corner of his eye. "I just thought you might need some space for yourself." He said smiling.
"Look, Tim, I really-"
"You don't need to explain any-"
"I won't invade your personal space, if you don't want me to…" She added. "I just need a place to stay until I find a new one."
"It's okay, Hermione, you can stay as long as you'd like…"
"Don't be silly, Tim." She said smiling half-heartily. "I also need my own space… I don't think I am ready to live with someone… just… yet."
"It's fine… I just want you to know that I am not rushing you."
He looked at her and half-smiled. Hermione smiled back and sighed as he gave her a plate with scramble eggs and toast. She started eating when she gave a small smile.
"What is wrong with you?" She said amused.
"Beg your pardon?" He said a little confused.
"You are too perfect… too perfect to be true, Tim." She said playing with his hand. "What is your dirty little secret?"
"What are you talking about, Hermione?" He said grinning. "I don't have any dirty secret."
"Oh, pleassssssseee…" She said rolling her eyes. "Everyone has their own little secret. Now I wonder which one is-"
Ring
Tim went to pick up the phone.
"Alo!" He answered. "Hey…"
He looked at Hermione from the corner of his eye, and then he turned around. His breathing changed pacing a little bit.
"Er… It's hard." He said softly and with difficulty. "Yes… okay."
Tim turned around once again, and hanged up. He went back to his place in the kitchen and sat down across Hermione.
"Tim… you are a little flushed." She said with a little bit of suspicion. "Who was it on the phone?"
"Er… uhm…" He stuttered a bit. "It was Greg… He hmm wants me to go over to the hospital to check on something."
"But it's Sunday!" She said a little disappointed.
"Doctor's gotta do what doctors do, sorry love"
He stood up from his seat and approached Hermione to give her a peck on the forehead, and left.
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Next on Good Enough…
Hermione had an idea. She would pick her stuff from her now ex-place on Friday night, as Harry was probably still out with Andrea.
She was almost done with taking her stuff and shrinking it to fit it into her trunk, when all of a sudden Harry burst into the apartment with his brand-new shag.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.
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