Chapter 3: A Surprisingly Good Monday
Monday morning. Oh Mondays, what joy!
Monday is a day I would like to erase from the week, terrible things happen on Mondays, and that coming Monday was no exception.
To be honest, I think the Gods of fate wanted to test especially me on Mondays.
Anyway, how was I to know?! It started out like any other Monday, really.
I was late for work - a usual Monday occurrence - and today, was health inspection day, which of course, I completely forgot about.
I arrived at work at nine-forty-five and I was supposed to be there at nine-thirty. Which only added on to the fact that I had put my uniform on inside out, and had forgotten my name tag. Our inspector was very picky about things like this, and she seemed to really hate me.
While doing my rounds that day I had forgotten one of my patients I was assigned to, and they complained to my boss, who is also another pain in the ass. She called me in at lunch to have a talk. Well, more like a bitch session, and guess who was the one who got to bitch?!
"I am very disappointed in your tardiness, Miss Granger." Her stern voice cracked at me like a whip. I fidgeted under her gaze, staring around at the big office.
Lavish furniture spread out around the office neatly. A big desk stood near the massive window, paperwork, among other things littered it completely. Shelves and shelves full of different moving photos stood proudly near the side wall, the inhabitants, unknown to me. A soft light from the dull grey sky poured in the window and cast shadows on the objects in the office, but the scenery only amused me for a short time, because her voice brought me crashing back to reality.
"Miss Granger?" She repeated in an annoyed fashion.
"Sorry Mrs. Smith," I mumbled, obviously too late for her liking, looking down at my clean white uniform shoes, as I stood on her tacky rug. I looked at them like they were the most appealing thing in the world.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She cut across the room at me sharply.
I lifted my head up in spite of myself and fixed her with a penetrating stare. "Yes, Mrs. Smith." I gritted my teeth angrily.
"Now, Miss Granger, I think it is safe to say that you are not trying your hardest." She said coldly to me, never breaking my gaze. She sounded exactly like a teacher pestering a slacking student. The trouble was, I was never tardy like this in school, I was never talked to this way, and it was making me quite irritated.
"Mrs. Smith, I am trying as hard as I can at the moment. I know I can do this, I just have to gritted my teeth and try a little harder." I said politely, smiling in a sickly sweet fashion. If she was going to treat me like a child, I was going to treat her like a teacher - be sickly sweet to her face, and childishly rude behind her back.
"That's the spirit! Now I want to see you work harder, if you don't change your attitude towards your work, I will have to demote you." She said cheerily, as if she loved the part that came after my next failure. She clapped her hands together in signal that she was finished having this conversation.
I nodded my head in understanding, and turned on my heel, lunging for the handle on the office door and pulling it open. Once I did so I walked out into the busy hall, and accidentally and bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry." I mumbled, not looking up to see who I bumped into. Suddenly, the person latched on to my wrist uncomfortably and I wrenched it away immediately, acting on instinct.
"Who do you think you-?" I started angrily, I looked up, and there was the person I had wanted to see all day.
"Geez, I thought you were going to attack me there, for a moment!" Harry smiled his boyish way, looking at me carefully, his mouth creasing even more, as if he was ready to laugh. "You're quite funny when you're angry." He added simply, a quick chuckle escaping his lips.
I smiled, "What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise, following him as he started to walk down the hall.
"Oh, I'm visiting one of my mates on the Quidditch team. Got hurt real bad during practice today." He said, turning to look at me carefully. "You look cute in your uniform." He then winced suddenly, I could recognize that look, he had regretted being so stupidly blunt.
My smile became broader, thinking it was quite cute that he was so vulnerable. "You don't look so bad yourself!" I replied, gesturing to his clothes.
I was quite surprised that things between us weren't awkward, considering the episode we had only a few days before. My mind raced with possible reactions from Harry, his mouth opening again, willing himself to speak.
"Herm, we should do something, you know, after your shift." He turned to me and smiled, waiting for my reaction to his suggestion.
"Yes." I nodded smilingly. "Yes we should."
There was a slight pause as I turned around a corner, and halted in front of a closet. I had to get some new bed sheets out of it to re-make a bed in a room down the hall.
God, healer rounds suck!
I opened the door to the cupboard, Harry standing somewhere behind me. I reached in and grabbed a sheet, but somehow lost my footing and toppled head first into a pile of pillows. I made a slight scream of surprise as I fell through the air and hit the soft bed of pillows. I could almost hear the grin spread across Harry's face, as I turned my body around as I was in a lying position, and I stared at him in slight irritation.
"Harry! Don't just stand there laughing at me, help me up, damnit!" I snapped, sitting up and watching him double over, laughter engulfing him completely.
"S-sorry." He said through fits of chuckles, holding a stitch in his side. He straightened himself out, laughter still etched in his face, and he bent over, reaching his hand out to me.
Now, was my moment to strike...
With all of the strength I could muster, I grasped onto his hand and tugged determindly, trying to pull him down as well. The element of surprise was my friend, at this moment, because Harry still hadn't recovered from his laughing fit, and within seconds landed right beside me on the pillows.
"Hey!" He said in slightly surprise sitting up and poking me playfully in the side. "What was that for!?"
"For laughing at me!" I said smugly, sticking my tongue out in his face and giggling childishly. I felt like I was four years old as him and I broke out into identical fits of laughter. But I had to admit, it felt good.
Soon, the laughter subsided and Harry cleared his throat awkwardly. I seized this moment to get up and shake the awkwardness off. I cleared a spot on the floor, picking some pillows up and placing them on top of the folded, white sheets on the shelves. I reached my hand down, and helped Harry up onto a cleared space on the floor.
"Thanks." He mumbled into my neck, still bent over slightly. He gained his composure, as footsteps could be heard outside. Suddenly, Harry and I froze in surprise. But instead of the person coming in to the cupboard, they simply closed the door after us, now shrouding us in darkness. The only light that could be seen was coming from the crack under the door.
"Harry." I whispered, turning to him and looking over at his face, that I could only just make out in the dim light.
"Yeah?" He asked softly into the dark, turning to me as well.
"Let's go." I whispered, feeling his face lean slightly closer into mine. I could now feel his warm breath on my neck, and it sent tingles up my spine, as it had before at the cinema. It again, disarmed me completely, and it was as if I was now putty, waiting to be molded.
"Yeah, let's go." He whispered in agreement. But his actions told me otherwise as he leaned in closer and his lips brushed against mine in a light kiss.
Half of me wanted to push him away, the other half welcomed these feelings. It welcomed the butterflies in my stomach, the rapid beating of my once calm heart, the tingles his hands caused when they connected with the small of my back and the feeling of his soft lips pressed against mine.
All of this happened at once, making me somewhat dizzy and light-headed. But that didn't stop me from returning the kiss. As Harry was just about to pull away, a defeated look in his eyes, I placed my hand gently on the back of his neck and brought him closer to me for another heart-stopping kiss.
You are in a cupboard, with the guy you like, AT WORK! What are you thinking? You're already in enough trouble as it is!
My head was screaming thoughts of reason at me, but I pushed them aside as the kiss grew in passion. His tongue slid along my lower lip, waiting for entry. I opened my mouth to him, his tongue now sliding over my own as I felt his hand place itself on my hip. This sent shockwaves of satisfaction through my body, for my uniform shirt was pulled up slightly, and his hand was caressing bare skin.
My free hand made it's way to his back, as his lips left mine and began to press themselves lightly against my neck. I could feel his warm breath escape his mouth and caress my bare skin softly. I shivered, but only just, rolling my head back slightly and giving him easier access to the rest of my neck, my whole body urging him to continue.
He silently obliged, sliding his tongue out onto my skin in the process. I sighed in pleasure, his hand beginning to creep up my uniform carefully, as my other hand left his neck and ran through his hair softly. My breathing became somewhat labored with desire, as his hand continued to caress the bare skin of my side, making it's way north. In no time at all, his hand reached my chest, and cupped one of my clothed breasts in the process.
I gasped in surprise and satisfaction as his lips kissed their way back to mine, now massaging my breast in the process. My head spun happily, my body shivered in delight my breath caught in my throat, and I seemed to be driving him crazy with longing, for all of his actions towards me screamed, 'I want you'.
We were so caught up in the moment, we didn't even hear footsteps drawing nearer, well, at least I know I didn't. Whether he did or not, I had no idea. Suddenly, the door to the cupboard opened, and we were bathed in light. Him and I sprang apart, immediately getting up and straightening ourselves out.
I knew my eyes were glazed over with passion, I stole a quick glance at him and his seemed to mirror my own. I looked over at who had opened the door and sighed in relief.
"Miranda!" I whispered quickly. I gave her an awkward look. Clearing my throat, and giving her time to remove her stunned expression, I decided to break the silence.
"This is Harry," I gestured towards Harry and he gave her a nod of recognition, muttering his greeting. He cleared his throat also, his hand connected with the back of his neck and began to scratch at the skin there. I could tell he was nervous, he always seemed to clutch at his neck, racking his brains for something witty to say. I smiled over at him, despite being cheerier and looking more mature, he hadn't really changed at bit, still the same old habits.
"Nice to meet you." He muttered, now looking down at the ground carefully.
"Harry, this is Miranda," I gestured towards Miranda who gave a smile and a quick wave.
"Hey, Harry, nice to meet you! Don't look so embarressed, I've seen it all before. Something about a hospital gets people horny!" She laughed softly, as Harry blushed.
"Oh stop it Miranda!" I said through laughter of my own as I hit her playfully on the arm. "Anyway, I was just finishing up my rounds. Did you want to meet up tomorrow some time? Maybe after work? I'm kind of busy tonight." I said, looking over at Harry and grinning.
"Oh, I see how it is!" Miranda said in a mock offended tone, placing her hand on her hip and staring at me carefully. She looked as if she was trying to stop herself from laughing, when she gained her composure, she proceeded. "Go on, go shag him, see if I care!" She finished, turning her back on me, folding her arms dramatically across her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
Now I was the one to blush slightly, I leaned into her shoulder and whispered desperately into her ear, "Miranda! Stop it!" I gave her a pleading look as Harry and I stepped out of the closet and closed the door behind us.
"Oh alright! But don't bail out on me again! You already did once because of your muggle job, so you better be there, this time!" She grinned playfully. "Anyway, I've got to go check up on Mr. Myers, I'll talk to you soon!" She opened the closet again, and grabbed a handful of folded sheets. Then, with a nudge, a wink and a smile, she left, making her way quickly down the hall.
I turned to Harry, looking at him carefully. He cleared his throat again, now looking up to meet my gaze, a slight smile breaking across his face. "Anyway, Herm. I've got to get going myself, I have to go find my friend and wish him well. So, how about I come by your house at around say, seven-ish?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, that'd be great, I'll see you then!" I said cheerfully, watching him walk quickly down the hall after giving me a kiss on the forehead and a wave.
I sighed happily, leaning against the closet door. As I watched Harry grow smaller and smaller as he made his way down the hall, I thought to myself...
Okay, so maybe this Monday wasn't so bad after all!
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Later that night, I was sitting on my couch, in front of my TV, watching the news.
"Clear skies for the next few days, with cloudiness and dry spells." The weather forecaster announced, as he stood in front of a big chart, covered in a map of England, decced out with pictures of small suns, grey and white clouds, and puffs of what looked to be wind.
I sighed, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off in frustration. I flung the remote across the couch as I continued to wait for a call from Harry. I sat there, with shoes, tank top, jeans and jewelry on, and a pouty look etched on my make-up covered face.
'Ring, ring'
I made a dash for the phone, I was so quick it was as if I was a blur, moving up from my place on the couch to the phone receiver on the kitchen table.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone, my heart beat quickening already, as I stood, leaning against the wall, waiting for the answer to come.
"Hermione!" Harry answered. I could almost hear the grin in his voice as I smiled into the receiver.
"Hey, Harry." I said, taking a strand of her chestnut hair and twirling it around my index finger, making it -if possible- even curlier then it already was.
"Are you coming over to mine? I figure we'll watch a few movies, you know." Harry asked, his nervousness coming back, somewhat. He gulped slightly, I could tell he was probably wondering if that sounded too desperate.
Well, desperate times, call for desperate measures.
"Sure, where do you live again?" I asked into the receiver, feeling just as nervous.
For some reason, I doubt we're going to be watching any movies...
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Thirty minutes stuck in traffic, and twenty pounds cab fee later, I arrived outside of his building. I opened the door to the lobby and made my way to the intercom. My hand pressed the numbered button corresponding to the number on a tiny, crumpled peice of post-it paper in my hand.
"Hello?" Came Harry's voice through the small speaker near my forehead.
I pressed the 'talk' button and stood on tip-toe to let my mouth reach the speaker. "Hello? It's me, Hermione." I called into the intercom.
"Oh, come on up!" His last words were followed by a loud buzzing noise letting me know he had unlocked the door. I shrugged, turned on my heel and opened the door into the apartment building. Three flights of stairs later I was standing outside of his door, my hand made into a fist as it poised itself in mid-air, ready to knock.
Should I really be doing this? I mean... What if we...? Damnit. It's too late now, I'm all the way over here! Pull yourself together Granger!
Suddenly I let my hand slip from it's position in the air and hit the wooden door with a loud thud. The door opened, and on the other side stood a grinning Harry.
"Come on in! Ron's over at his girlfriend's for the night." He piped up, standing back and gesturing me inside. I smiled weakly in his direction and stepped into the roomy flat.
"Nice place." I said, taking in my surroundings as I slipped my arms out of my coat sleeves. I placed my coat on the back of a chair in the dining room as Harry gave me a small tour of the flat.
"Down that hall and to the left is the bathroom, this is the living room, and the kitchen is over there." He said, pointing to the places in which he was talking about.
"What movie are we watching?" I asked, watching him carefully.
"Anything, I don't mind." Harry said lazily, making his way over to the kitchen. "I've got some popcorn, you want any?" He called over his shoulder, continuing on his quest to the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure." I answered, walking over to his tv, and sitting down by the movie cabinet. I opened it carefully and surveyed the movies inside.
A few moments later he came back, and sat down beside me on the carpet with a bowl of salted popcorn. "What movie did you pick?" He asked me, his smile never fading.
"The Notebook." I answered.
Harry groaned.
To be quite honest, I didn't even like this movie. I was just testing him. I figured if I picked a movie he didn't like, he would become more interested in me, then the movie itself.
"Why?" He asked, looking at me pleadingly.
"Because, I haven't seen it, and it looks like a good movie. Hey! You're the one who owns it!" I said, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"It's not mine! It's Jessica's!" Harry said, rolling his eyes as he took the movie case off of me to read the back.
"Who's Jessica?" I placed my hands on my hips automatically, my suspicious look becoming less playful.
"Ron's girlfriend! She's always leaving stuff behind." He sighed, getting up and opening the movie case. He dropped to his knees in front of the VCR and took the movie tape out. He slid it in the slot and pressed play on the VCR, as I made my way to the couch and sat down.
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Surprisingly, during the whole movie, Harry made not one peep. He didn't touch me or anything. The only body contact we had was his arm around my shoulder. I found this quite odd, and once the movie finished, Harry got up to get the tape out of the VCR.
I watched him get up, stunned slightly as he pressed the eject button. I regained my composure and shook my head slightly. "I'm just going to go to the loo, I'll be right back." I said carefully, getting up and making my way down the hall.
I arrived in the washroom and flicked the light on, halting in front of the sink. My hand reach for the tap and I turned it carefully, water gushing out of the faucet. I ran my hands under the cool water and brought them up to my cheeks, gently dabbing them. I looked in the mirror and jumped in fear.
There was Harry, standing behind me. I turned on my heel to face him. "Merlin! Don't scare me like that!" I said in a breathless way, clutching at my heart.
"Sorry." Harry smiled. "Do you know how cute you look when you're helpless?" He said, using his hand to stroke my cheek and push a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
I smiled at him reluctantly, finding it too hard to fight back.
Harry closed the door gently with a small snap. He then turned on his heel, leaning against the door and facing me with a smirk on his face.
And that's when he began to advance towards me. And before I knew it, he backed me into the wall opposite, his hands grasping carefully at my waist.
I didn't stop him, but instead I obliged to his movements towards me, my body arching into his as he leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss. My head spun, as my body become putty in his hands. My whole body wanted this, I had to admit.
As his lips left mine and kissed my neck, I rolled my head back slightly, giving him easier access, as my skin tingled and my neck ached for him to go further. As his hands touched bare skin, pushing my shirt up slightly, I placed a hand on his, sliding it up my shirt, and onto the bare skin of my side, urging him to continue.
My legs slid up the lower half of his body and wrapped around his waist desperately, clinging to him like the rest of me, as his lips met mine once more. He pressed me against the wall more firmly, as I tightened my grip on his waist and brought him closer to me still, my temperature rising in the process.
The room around me began to swirl, so I shut my eyes. My breath began to get heavier, my chest heaving into him. He must have found this provoking, for in no time at all, his hand was under my bra, and caressing my bare skin. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue slid across his bottom lip, before entering his mouth altogether.
His free hand left my waist, my shirt in it's grasp, and in no time at all, my shirt was over my head and across the room. Moments later, my bra joined the clothing pile, as Harry's hand gently hiked my skirt up to the top of my thighs. I gasped loudly, his hand placing itself on the inside of my thigh. His fingers tickled the skin there, lightly, making me shiver involuntarily.
I bit down on my bottom lip, looking at him carefully in the eye. His eyes mirrored my own. They were filled with a burning desire, a point of no return shone in his pupils. A one way ticket to nowhere slithered onto his face in the form of a grin, and all I could do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
I moaned again, his fingers tickling awfully close to my knickers. Pretty soon, his index finger peeked it's way in, and I had to break lip contact, to perhaps regain my breath. Any chance of keeping my composure was thrown out the window, as his finger made it's way further up, and began to stroke artfully. My head rolled back, my eyes shut tight, and I bit down on my lip, trying hard to surpress more moans, which I was doing a very bad job of.
Harry leaned into my neck, and kissed it carefully, "Your drenched! Are you trying to tease me?" He whispered hotly in my ear, now making me gasp in surprise, and open my eyes fully in shock as he slid a finger into me.
Oh dear God, is he trying to make me pass out?!
He pressed his lips hard against mine, and once I regained what composure I had left, I moaned into his mouth, his finger teasing me so. You wouldn't know this from the looks of him, but he had very nimble fingers. Something I had just discovered that night.
His finger wiggled inside of me and his tongue swirled in my mouth. I was in a complete state of bliss. For once in my life, I was completely speechless and thoughtless before him. My hips rolled, pushing his finger further, without my consent. It was as if someone else was controlling my body, and I was away, up on cloud nine.
Suddenly, a door, from somewhere far away closed. It seemed very distant, almost as if it was someone's door across the hall. I could barely hear it, but someone Harry could. He knew, as well as I, it was the door to his apartment, and Ron was home. His movements went from slow and calm, to quick and frantic.
The change of movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. It was as if he wanted to push me over the edge, and come hell or high water, he was going to do it. He deepened the kiss between us, his finger moving faster and faster as I moaned loudly into his mouth.
He grinned on my lips as my body began to shake from my core. It was as if there was and earthquake in my stomach, as my body shoke slightly, shivers being sent up my spine. He loved every moment of this, I knew. I didn't even have to see the look in his eyes, and I could tell.
"Harry? You here?" Ron yelled from far off. The finger moved faster.
Harry broke the kiss for only a second. "I'm in the bathroom, give me a moment!" He yelled to Ron, the he crashed his lips into mine once more, plunging his tongue into my mouth, trying to muffle my moans of pleasure.
Suddenly, I could feel something start to erupt within me. An explosion of pleasure, a tidal wave of bliss. Shockwaves were sent through my body. His finger moved within me still, as I broke the kiss, arching my back involuntarily, as an orgasm was sent through my entire body. Shockwave, after shockwave passed from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes, my back arching further, still.
I gave one last moan, and finally it let loose, as I fell gently into Harry's arms, eyes closed, smile plastered across my face. Harry let go of my legs gently, and I touched onto solid ground once more, almost falling from sheer bliss. Harry picked me up slightly, straightening me out. I opened my eyes to see a smug grin on his face.
I looked at him, still seeing stars behind my eyes. I blinked a few times, still in a daze, and Harry grinned, knowing him must have done a good job.
Harry blushed slightly, "Anyway, could you possibly apparate out of here and to the front door? See then, I can invite you in properly." Harry said, laughing slightly. "It looks bad if you're in here with me. You know how Ron gets. He would never shut up about this." He gestured the space between us, a playful glint in his eye.
I nodded, once again, straightening myself out, and regaining my composure. My mind was almost too befuddled for thoughts as I slipped my skirt down properly over my thighs and ran my fingers through my hair carefully.
There was only one thought in my mind, as I 'popped' out of the bathroom and back out at the front door, knocking softly on the wood.
I fucking love Mondays!
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A/N: Hey people! Hehe, pretty hot chapter, eh? *blushes* It gets better soon, don't worry! The next chapter is called "Closer".. So, you know.. I think that's very implied, there! Anyway, remember, more you review, quicker I update! Oh, and I would like to thank everyone who read, and reviewed! YOU GUYS ROCK! *grins* Well... Hope you enjoyed the chapter!