Author note: First I thank my betareader Hermione Granger. Second I wanna thank you my reader for your reviews and for your patience. I know that my cliffy were a little bit mean but hey that's how a story work, right? Especially by such a story which isn't that difficult. If you want read a story which isn't easy flowing than read "Too much love can kill you" its my other story. I thought once in my live I write an easy on which is more happy as sad. How you see I did stop it with this exclamation marks which are to often in the first few chapters. Well, I didn't recognise it. My native language is German for all this guys who wanted to know.
4. Just ignore it
Her hot tongue was exploring his mouth. Small hands were holding his face before they started the journey. From his head, she went down over his neck. Her nails scraping slightly over his waiting skin. Further down to his bare chest. She only barely touched him, teasing him with her featherweight touch. Again Harry tried to stop, to stop this amazing feeling she created with only her hands. Which could do so much more as just to hold a pen or flick through old pages. It wasn't planned like that. Not with someone else as audience. Harry could feel someone watching, someone was under the cloak with them. Before Hermione's hands reached his hips, he grasped them and held them tightly and protectively. She didn't fight off his hands. No, she entwined her fingers with his.
But she didn't let him end the kiss. He didn't really try it. What could this guy see? Nothing, nothing more than Harry did. It was so dark, so quiet now.
Suddenly a bright blue light was seen under the cloak. Harry blinked slowly as the painfully light emerged above him. Hermione didn't care, she was still caressing his tongue with her own.
"Harry Potter, sir?" came a tiny voice from above them.
Harry turned his head and saw ,to his surprise, Dobby the house-elf hovering in mid-air under the thin material of the cloak.
"Dobby! What are you doing here?" Harry's breath was fast and uneven.
Still he could feel Hermione's lips on his skin. Somehow it was driving him mad that she just ignored everything. It was embarrassing to lay here with bare chest and someone close at his side who licked his neck and all that in front of Dobby. Though the houseelf didn't mind.
"Sir, Dobby did hear how your Wheezy did talk about the shrieking shack with some older students. Harry Potter told Dobby to help him with this room …."
"Sssh no don't say it.." but it was to late Hermione did stop kissing him and bore into him.
Harry could feel her eyes burning through him like a laser. With great difficulty he swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat. I this wasn't good. Not at all.
"What did he say?" she asked sharply.
Harry was already nearly praying for this to end.
"Harry Potter wanted Dobbys help to decorate this room, Miss!" answered the elf.
Harry glared at Dobby that he just blurted out what Hermione shouldn't have known. His mouth was dry now as he searched for words.
"Harry? What do that mean he helped you?" Her voice wasn't sweet anymore, it was much more harsh.
"Just-just ignore it." He stammered.
Still he didn't dare to look at her. Her fingers were still entwined with his, but he soon regretted it when her grip was becoming more and more painful.
"Dobby, what did you do?" Harry knew at once that Hermione wasn't looking at Dobby.
"Dobby did clean this room and help with this bed and searched after candles like Harry Potter did say, Miss!"
"Did you even pay him?" asked Hermione.
With all his mind he prayed to be somewhere else. Finally, he dared to look at her. She looked nearly furious. She probably already knew his answer.
"Miss, Harry Potter don't need to pay me. We are friends." On Dobby's face appeared a smile.
"Friends?" she hissed through her teeth.
Her breath was tickling Harry.
"Can we discuss that later? Fine. Now Dobby why are you here?" He wanted to know though he knew Hermione was glaring at him.
"Harry Potter, sir. It was your Wheezy who talked with some older students about the shrieking shack. Dobby heard how he said that this place is scary and just in that moment old masters son come to your Wheezy and asked about this place. But Harry Potter sir did say that he would be here and Dobby wanted warn sir." He piped.
"You mean Ron! Yeah I did told him about it. If he could once in a live hold his big…!"
"You did tell Ron about this? Do you tell him everything? Think about what you say from now on Harry, because I could get very angry!" Hermione interrupted him.
Just in this second he recognise that this was again a failure.
"Thanks, Dobby! I see you around." Harry said not really give the elf attention.
Only a pop told him that they were alone again.
"Can you answer my questions now?!" Her voice was dangerous now.
It was too dark to see anything but Harry didn't need to see much, he could feel her hard grip on his fingers which were now nearly numb.
"I'm, well I did plan it but I needed some help with the room. It was the perfect room but so much work had to be done and I couldn't wait that long. If I did it on my own ,then it would take weeks if not months to finish the job." He explained unsure.
It was a long while after he finished. Why was she taking so long to answer?
"So you couldn't wait. What's with Ron?" Her breath was on his ear and her voice vibrated over his skin as she was so near again.
Her voice had become gentle ,not angry like before ,but she kept her death-grip on his hands in place. Slowly he asked if they were still there.
"Hmm, Ron needed to know. Because, because what if someone realised I wasn't in the dorm? We cast a spell which create a hologram of myself. The one that is lying now in my bed right now." Harry whispered.
Silence was once again cast. It was like she wanted him to suffer. Maybe she wanted it. Without warning the cloak fell on the ground. Harry heard the soft material fall to the ground. As he felt for how close Hermione was, he was pondering on if she would get up and leave. Damn it she was really teasing him.
Suddenly before he knew it ,her lips came crashing down on his. This was different and he knew it. This kiss was a wanting kiss, a passionate kiss. Something what would knock him from his feet if they were standing. It was so powerful. Her tongue was deep in his mouth fighting furiously with his own tongue.
Hermione let go of his now numb hands and slid them back onto his silk like chest. He could feel how much heat was pulsating through his veins. Only this girl could create it.