Chapter Five: A Wonderful Morning
***Friday Night***
Hermione was in the bathroom taking a shower, and Harry was sitting on her bed.
Hmm, very comfy! This is going to be quite interesting. I can't believe she even suggested it. Harry thought. The bathroom door opened and a towel clad Hermione walked out and over to her dresser.
"Um, H-hermione?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry?" she asked back.
"You're in a towel." He said unblinkingly.
"Yes, I forgot my clothes in the dresser. That's why I'm over here Harry." She smiled and turned back to the dresser.
How can she not be totally embarrassed? I mean, come on! She's naked under that thing! Harry started to get a glazed look, and Hermione noticed.
"Harry? Harry? What's wrong?" she took him by the shoulder and shook him as hard as she could.
"Huh? Oh, I'm okay `Mione." Harry finally replied.
"Okay." She said turning back to the dresser to fish out some matching pajamas. After she picked her PJ's, she went back into the bathroom to change.
She worries me sometimes, Harry thought as he swung his legs onto the bed so that he was now completely horizontal.
When Hermione finally opened the door to leave the bathroom, she found Harry staring at the ceiling.
"Harry, I'm finished." She said to him.
He jerked his head over to her and replied, "Oh, okay `Mione."
"Harry, is there anything wrong?" she asked him.
"Um, no. Why do you ask?" he told her. "You just look like something is bothering you." She stated. Harry cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his spot.
"Nope, nothing." Hermione gave up and started to brush her untamed hair.
Whew! That was way to close. I need to NOT think about her when she's around. Harry told himself sternly. Hermione finished brushing her hair, and walked over to the bed. Before laying down, she turned to Harry.
"Goodnight, Harry." she said cheerfully.
"Goodnight, `Mione." he said as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She blushed furiously, but Harry didn't notice.
Thank god! She thought. Harry turned over so he was facing the wall, and Hermione lay down so she was facing his backside.
Goodnight my love……
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***Saturday Morning***
Hermione woke up to a large black and white furball licking her face.
"Urrrrm…… Jiminy! Get off!" she told the furball. Jiminy hopped off of the bed and scurried across the floor.
"Silly little cat." She murmured to herself.
"Ummm……" Harry groaned. Hermione was shocked as Harry rolled over and wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.
"G'morning `Mione." He drolled.
"G-good morning H-harry." She managed to squeak out.
Harry finally opened his eyes all of the way, and he realized the odd position he was in with Hermione.
"Oh, uh……sorry `Mione." He said while unwrapping himself from her.
Damn! I have to be more careful. He thought.
No! Don't apologize, and more importantly don't move! Hermione thought to herself.
"It's, urm, okay Harry. Do you want some breakfast?" she asked him sweetly.
"You cook?" he asked her with a hint of curiosity in his tone of voice.
"No, but remember that Rosemerta delivers!" she said, laughing.
"Well, sounds perfect." He told her.
She smiled broadly. "Okay, Three Broomsticks it is."
She got out of the bed and went into the kitchen. Harry, who was now missing how warm her body made the bed feel, stared at the wall in front of him.
This is the best morning ever. I hope it'll be like this for the next few months, than I would be in my version of heaven!
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Hermione walked barefoot onto the cold vinyl flooring of the kitchen. It was a pretty spacious kitchen. Hermione, of course being the genius that she is, expanded it with a few spells because it was hideously small.
She went over to the counter and picked up the Three Broomsticks delivery menu.
The little picture in the corner of the parchment suddenly spoke up.
"Hello, and welcome to the new Three Broomsticks delivery service. We deliver in less than 30 seconds, or your meal is free."
Hermione told the little symbol what she wanted, and what she thought Harry would want.
Almost immediately, there was a loud knock at the door. She opened the door, to find a teenager with a gold shirt that had: TBDS stitched on the left breast pocket.
"Hello, Ms. Granger. Here is your delivery." He handed it over, and Hermione gave him 14 Sickles, one extra for a tip.
"Thank you, and we hope you keep using the Three Broomsticks Delivery Service." He turned and left.
Harry's belly was gurgling at this point, so as soon as he smelled the food he ran into the kitchen.
"This smells soooo good!" he told her, as she set it up on the dining table.
"Yah. Almost reminds me of how my mom used to cook." She stopped moving, and stared at the wall.
He could tell this was still a touchy subject with her after her parents were killed as leverage for Voldemort. She never got over it, and never stopped blaming herself for not protecting them. Harry didn't want her to think that way or feel that way ever again, so long as he was there to stop it from happening.
Quickly changing the subject, Harry replies to her statement.
"'Mione, have you heard from Ron yet this morning?" he asked.
"No, Harry. I've only been up as long as you have. Remember? Is your memory span really that short?" she asked, obliging to his sudden change of the subject. What Harry didn't know is that she did want to talk about it, but only with him. She wasn't sure if that would go over well because Harry didn't seem to prone to the subject.
Hermione finished the food making and set it all onto the dining table. Harry scooped as much as his plate could hold, and started shoveling it into his mouth.
"Disemgoo" he mumbled out with a mouth full of egg and bacon.
"Harry, chew, swallow, then talk okay?" she said motheringly. Harry swallowed, and looked at Hermione.
"This is good!" he repeated, shoveling more food into his mouth.
The rest of the morning they ate breakfast, and showered and dressed. The day was full of planning for classes after the break, and other random work stuff. Just another boring morning, but the day was quite amusing………
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