Something In Bed

Longfletch

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 15/12/2006
Last Updated: 15/12/2006
Status: completed

Waking up can be hard to do for Hermione. Especially if there's someone there that wasn't when she fell asleep. One-shot.

Chapters

1. Something In Bed

1. Something In Bed

Hermione sighed as she awoke.

He had been this close to telling her that he loved her and that they should run away together. That dream always stopped in the most inconvenient place.

She mused, At least I'll never hear him change his mind and run off with some other girl. She sighed once again at this depressing thought.

“I should just stop thinking, it would save me some grief,” she mumbled.

At that soft sound, something let out a low hum. It was then that she realized that something was spooned against her back and had a skinny, slightly muscular arm draped around her waist. And that something was not Crookshanks.

Several thoughts rushed through her head. She didn't remember anybody getting into bed with her. Only one person had been in the flat last night, but he was on the couch. Not like she hadn't wanted him to come with her, but that was another story.

How do you get yourself out of this one? she thought. If I can summon my wand and Stupefy whoever it is, then I can take them to the Aurors myself.

She looked over to the bedside table where her wand lay just out of reach. She concentrated on focusing her magic.

“Accio wand,” she whispered. Her wand moved two inches and fell off of the table. A grunt of frustration escaped her throat.

“Stupid wand,” she muttered and tried again, but this time nothing happened. She then slowly inched herself to the edge of the bed. The something—no, somebody, muttered as she moved away from him. She was perched at the very edge of the bed, when the arm lightly grabbed her waist and began to pull her back. She scrabbled at the sheets trying to regain her momentum towards the edge of the bed to no avail. She felt a slight bump as her head connected with the person's chest.

Suddenly, she had so obvious an idea she almost groaned in annoyance. Hermione craned her neck to see a head of messy black hair and the body attached to it in deep sleep. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

“Harry?”

He shouldn't be here! she thought desperately. I mean, it does feel nice and all, but he shouldn't!

She turned around in his arms. For a moment, she regretted that she had to wake him up, he looked so peaceful. That and it did feel nice to be held by Harry as more than a friend.

Very slowly she said, “Wake up.”

Harry mumbled in response.

“Harry, wake up.”

He only buried his head against her hair.

If only he'd stay right there-wait, what am I saying? Drastic times call for drastic measures.

She pushed herself up to his ear and leaned down until her mouth was against it.

“HARRY!”

She failed to realize that she was still wrapped in his arms. He jerked awake and when he fell out of bed, the both of them landed with a thump on the floor, tangled in the sheets.

She found herself on top of him, looking down on his slightly confused face. She could feel the heat rising to her own face.

“Hermione, what's wrong?” he asked, his voice full of sleep.

“Nothing,” she squeaked. She sat up and to her horror noticed that she was now straddling his hips.

“Is it hot to you? I think it's really hot, I'll go into the kitchen and make some tea,” she said in a rush. She tried to get up, but her embarrassment kept her from moving.

“Maybe we should move,” he said.

“I agree.”

Neither of them did.

“Why were you in my bed this morning?”

“Your bed? I think you are mistaken; this is my bed in my flat.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hermione, you came over here to stay this weekend. Not yours. Or were you so tired yesterday that you forgot?”

In a flash she remembered dragging herself in the night before from St. Mungos, dead tired from working for fourteen hours straight. Harry had stayed up to see her in and after a quick dinner, they both went to bed, he on the couch and she in his bed. Her embarrassment worsened.

“I'm so sorry. I'll just go,” she said in a small voice. She pushed herself up, but Harry held her down.

“You know, you're quite cute when you're flustered.”

She floundered for an answer. “I-well, thanks, but you still didn't explain why you were in here in the first place.”

“I guess I forgot you were in here after I came back from the loo. I don't really mind though, considering I got to be close to the person I loved.”

Hermione was paralyzed with shock.

“I see you're speechless for once.” He chuckled.

A silly grin spread across her face and she lay down on his chest. “I love you, too.”

They laid in silence.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“How much of this was an accident?”

“Will you look at how late it is? It's nearly time for lunch; I think I'll go make some.” Harry quickly moved from underneath her and trotted out of the door.

She followed him, shouting, “Harry, you get back here! I demand answers!”

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