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Just One More Thing

Chapter 15

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She would never get tired of listening to his heartbeat. Along with being naked in his arms, and the tender kisses he laid upon her head as she played with his chest hairs, listening and feeling the soft thud against her ear was amongst the most comforting things she experienced when being with him this way. Contently laying sprawled over his chest, the odd shiver went through Hermione as Harry idly stroked her shoulder, occasionally letting his hand drift up and down her back, before hugging her even closer to him.

They had been awake for almost an hour, neither speaking, simply happy to be wrapped up in each other. It was the last official day of their holiday, tomorrow they would both return to work, and it would be back to reality. The last few days had been like living in a dream for both of them, a dream that neither of them was ready to wake up from yet.

Hermione gently lifted her head from Harry's chest to look at the clock on his, or should she say, 'their' bedside table. Noticing that it read 8.04am, she settled straight back down to her previous position.

"Restless, gorgeous?" Harry asked in a husky morning voice.

"Very," Hermione answered softly.

Harry leant his head slightly to the side so he could look down at her face. "I'm not surprised, we didn't get back from the hospital till gone two o'clock."

Hermione smiled and looked up at him, her chin resting atop the hand she had placed on his chest. "And we didn't get to sleep till gone three."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Was it worth it?"

Hermione leaned in and kissed him before answering. "Every second of it."

"Good," Harry kissed her again, and then snuggled down even further into the bed, completely enveloping her in both of his arms. Pressing his forehead against hers, he briefly rubbed her nose with his, earning a little giggle from Hermione.

"Well?" he asked quietly.

"Well what?" Hermione asked slightly confused, but still smiling blissfully.

"Is my bed comfortable, or what?"

Hermione thought for a few moments. "It'll do, for now."

"I can see you're still not convinced," Harry said playfully.

"It's not that," Hermione shook her head gently.

"Then what is it?" he asked.

Hermione took a deep breath. "You're going to think I'm crazy."

"Never," he assured her with a grin.

"It's just that…this is your bed," Hermione said looking into his eyes. "Your bedroom."

Hermione was grateful that he wasn't looking at her like she had just grown another head, but with the same loving smile she fell in love with more and more each day.

Harry cleared his throat. "I thought we agreed last night, that this was going to be our bed, and our bedroom."

"I know we did."

"But?…" Harry asked, as he took one arm from around her and began stroking her face.

"I just…don't feel the way I thought I would, when I woke up this morning," she admitted softly, a little apprehensive at the reaction she may get to that statement. She was relieved when Harry just continued to stroke her face.

"Hermione," Harry said in a comforting tone. "Would you feel better if we called your room, our room?"

Harry was such a sweetheart for suggesting what he did, but Hermione really didn't know quite how to explain what she was feeling at that particular moment. She was afraid that Harry would think she was mental for bringing up such a thing, especially since it had only been just over four hours since he had made love to her so passionately, in the bed she was lying in at present. She understood completely that he would be confused, it wasn't as if he had ever had another woman in this bed with him, but something didn't feel right. And she doubted it would feel right in the bed she had occupied over the past few years either.

"I don't think that would help all that much," she said quietly.

Harry began to sit up. Bringing his arm from around Hermione, he leant on his elbow and looked down at her.

"Tell me the truth," he said, brushing some strands of hair from her face.

Closing her eyes briefly, she started to explain exactly what she was feeling. "I don't want what used to be just yours, and I don't want what use to be just mine."

"You want something that's going to be ours from the beginning," he finished for her.

Hermione nodded. "You think I'm a complete nut, don't you?"

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Of course I don't, I understand exactly what you mean."

"Thank Merlin for that," she said relieved.

"So," Harry said kissing her head. "What do we do you suggest we do?"

"I don't know," Hermione lied.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You little liar."

"Harry, I'm not lying!" she said, crossing her fingers that were out of his sight, hoping he would believe her.

Letting go of Hermione completely, Harry sat up to lean against the headboard. He suddenly became very nervous, he just hoped he'd interpreted Hermione's insinuation correctly. If he hadn't, then what he was about to ask could put a temporary damper on their newfound happiness. He knew that she was fibbing when he'd asked her if she could think of anyway to fix this small dilemma, and she said she didn't. Maybe she needed it to come from him.

Looking down at her, Harry spoke softly. "I might have an idea, want to hear it?"

Hermione sat up beside him, clutching the sheets to her chest. "I'd love to."

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out the best way to approach this.

"Well," Harry began, looking everywhere but at Hermione's eyes. "How would you feel if…I mean what would you say to us…to the possibility of us…perhaps…maybe…you know?"

Hermione tucked the loose tendrils of hair that was falling around her face behind her ears, and gazed at him shyly. "Know what?"

She needed to hear him say it.

Finally meeting her eyes, Harry gently cupped one side of her face. "Would you like us to get place of our own?"

Before answering, Hermione had to blink back some forming tears. "Is that what you'd want?" she asked, in a squeaky voice.

"It's what I just asked isn't it? I got quite use to having you all to myself in Rome," he replied, wiping away some lone tears that had fallen onto Hermione's cheeks. "I know we haven't been officially together long, but it's not like we need time to get to know each other. And you know all about what you called, 'my annoying habits.' "

"Like leaving your dirty clothes all over the apartment," she joked.

"Right," he smirked.

"And leaving the toilet seat up," she added.

Harry smirked. "It's annoying how you always leave it down." Harry's remark earned him a playful slap on the arm. "Hey!" he shouted in mock hurt.

"Plus, whenever you take a beverage from the fridge, you drink everything but a drop and then you put it back," Hermione said, leaning closer to him.

Harry leaned in even closer. "You take bites out of everything, and then put it back."

"You leave your whiskers in the sink after you shave," she countered, her forehead touching his.

"I know you use my razor on your legs," he told her, his lips a millimetre from her hers.

"Busted," Hermione giggled. "And yet, you still want us to get a place of our own."

"I do," he whispered against her lips.

"Why?" she asked softly.

"Because, I love you," he said in a low voice. "And you must know by now, that those three words have my life in them."

"I love you too," she said, not being able to help but choke at his words.

He was being incredibly romantic without even realising it. She thought about what people would say, they hadn't been together long at all but Harry was right, they knew everything there was to know about each other. It was only the romantic and physical side of their relationship that they were still learning, and that was something that they would continue to learn together, alone.

To hell with what people thought.

Harry started to kiss her chin. "So, what do you say?"

Hermione didn't need to think about her answer, but took a little time to reply due to the overwhelming happiness she was feeling at that moment. After a while she found her voice.

"Yes," she replied, closing her eyes in complete bliss, when Harry's lips descended on hers in the softest kiss she'd ever experienced.

Harry continued to kiss her softly, not caring that he hadn't taken a breath yet. The moment was too divine, and she was too beautiful and important, he could spend his entire day kissing her. Hermione didn't seem to mind too much as she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting the sheets that were covering her chest fall, and pulled him closer to her. While gripping his hair and slightly tugging on it, she felt his arms slip around her waist, the both of them getting lost in their soft passionate kisses. When they parted, they were both panting softly. Hermione leaned her head against Harry's once more, and started to run her hands over his shoulders, and down his arms. His toned muscles shifted under her touch, the strength outlined in his body starting to send tingles through her body.

Harry watched her, his chest heaving as much as hers. His arms were still wrapped around her small waist, and her hands found their way back into his hair, her face only inches away from his.

"Hermione…" her name had never sounded so sweet, hearing him say it like that, out of breath and full of want was pure bliss.

Licking her lips, she met Harry's gaze. "Make love to me again."

Harry grinned, and leaned into her. When she teasingly pulled away, he cupped her cheek and ran his fingers down to her jaw and across her lips, before following the same trail with his mouth. He bent down and kissed her neck, working down to her collarbone. Hermione sighed, and tilted her head back slightly to give him better access. He slipped his hands around behind her, and began stroking her back softly.

After sharing several more kisses, Hermione pulled away and lay back down on the bed. Harry followed her cue, and shuffled down to lay beside her.

They lay side by side as their hands roamed over one another's bodies, over smooth skin and toned muscle. Hermione reached down and stroked Harry's erection, feeling it throb in her hands. Hermione thought herself to be very lucky, even though she had nothing to compare it to she wasn't stupid. Harry was impressive, his cock was larger than average, and thick, and it gave her enormous pleasure. The head seeped, allowing Hermione to spread pre cum over it. Harry had his teeth clenched tightly together, as Hermione released his erection and ran her hands along his toned abs.

"Please don't keep it to yourself. I want to hear you," Hermione whispered against Harry's lips.

Harry smiled against her mouth, and pushed her gently onto her back. He ran his hands up her legs to her hips, then let one hand travel down in between her legs. Hermione parted them slightly, making Harry's cock twitch. She was soaking wet and he could feel himself growing harder if that was even possible.

She slipped her arms around his shoulders and drew him back to her, she wanted him badly. Harry kissed her again, it was warm, wet, and searching. Hermione pulled away, sweetly kissing the corners of his mouth, before going back to kissing him on the lips. They shared several open-mouthed kisses before he slowly climbed on top of her. She slowly spread her legs even wider in anticipation, as he used his fingers to open her. He then gently guided his erection to her entrance.

Grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist, Harry began to plunge slowly inside her, going as deep as he could and taking everything she offered him. Hermione moaned in pleasure, rocking her hips against his and meeting him thrust for thrust.

"I love you, Harry," she whispered to him. "I love seeing you like this."

At hearing her words, he pushed in again at an agonizingly slow pace. "I love you, too" he whispered breathlessly. Locking his eyes with hers, he smiled widely.

Hermione dropped her head further back into the pillows, and exposed her beautiful, throat. Not able to resist, Harry leaned down and sucked the sensitive patch of skin over her pulse, leaving a mark on her that everyone would be able to see. Hermione was his now, and he wanted everyone to know that.

Harry slowly pushed himself back and supported himself on his hands over Hermione. He increased the intensity and frequency of his pumps until he was invading Hermione's body with more aggressive thrusts.

Feeling himself getting close, having almost exploded from just from entering her, Harry reached between their bodies that were now slick with sweat, and began to fondle her swollen clit, wanting to bring her to orgasm with him. She broke away and moaned his name loudly as she came, her body shaking and her juices milking his cock, making him come, too. He shot his seed into her and continued to thrust softly into her, not wanting to stop.

Harry finally conceded defeat, no longer being able to move, and collapsed on top of her gasping for breath. Hermione still held him tightly, and kissed the side of his head softly while gently running her hands through his hair.

"Just think," Hermione said, still trying to catch her breath. "When we get our own place, we can be really spontaneous, and do it in places like the kitchen, or the living room…"

Harry's head shot up, after gaining some newfound energy from Hermione's suggestions.

He smiled widely at her. "Can we start looking today?"

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Harry awoke with the biggest smile on his face, he couldn't help but replay last nights events in his head. Every glorious one of them. He and Hermione certainly hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Physically celebrating the fact that they would be looking for a place of their own, lead to them being interested in nothing else but each other. It wasn't a problem, they were still officially on holiday, and they could lie in till their hearts were content and the following day too. At this thought, Harry turned to look at the empty side of the bed that Hermione should have been occupying, and wondered where she had gone.

As if on cue, Hermione opened the door, and walked through dressed in blue jeans and a black vest, holding a hot cup of coffee. Walking over to Harry and placing the cup on his bedside table, she bent down, placed a hand on his face, and softly kissed him on the lips.

"Good morning, sexy," Hermione said softly.

Harry grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him, making her squeal in surprise. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the tip of her nose affectionately.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Early?" she said chuckling. "Have you seen the time?"

Harry looked over to the clock to see it read 10.23am, before looking back at his girlfriend. "I had no idea it was so late."

"Well you deserved a lie in Harry," Hermione said. "You worked very hard last night."

"Well someone kept waking me up in the middle of the night," he countered, tightening his hold on her.

"What can I say?" Hermione smiled. "I'm addicted."

"Me too," Harry said, capturing her lips. After a few tender kisses he broke away, and closed his eyes sighing happily when Hermione lay her forehead against his. "So what are your plans today, if any?"

"Well," Hermione started. "The girls are due round any minute, Ginny owled not so long ago to say that they'd be about half an hour, and Ron is in the kitchen waiting for you to wake up."

Harry smiled in confusion. "And why would he be doing that?"

"He, Seamus, Draco and Dean are planning on taking you to some bar, more than likely to extract information from you about our trip," Hermione told him.

Harry looked even more confused. "Okay, question two. "Why isn't anyone at work?"

Hermione sat up and straddled his lap, then started to use her fingers to tick off their friends reasons. "Seamus and Lavender own the café, which means they can take leave whenever they like. Luna said seeing as she's the editor she can do whatever she wants, to which Ginny said seeing as though Luna is her boss she can give her the day off. With me so far?" she asked with a grin.

Harry nodded, and let his hands slowly wander up her jean covered thighs. "And what were the guys excuses?"

"Ron said he didn't think it fair for you to be by yourself when were off talking girl stuff," Hermione said.

Harry laughed. "You must remind me to thank him for his concern. Draco?"

"Oh this one's even better," Hermione said giggling. "Draco said he didn't think it fair to leave you alone with Ron."

"And Dean?" Harry asked.

"He said it wouldn't be fair if Seamus, Ron and Draco got all the information and he got nothing."

Harry sat up and placed his hands on her hips, before feeling Hermione looping her arms around his neck. "So It's like, national friends day eh?"

Hermione smiled. "You and I both know what this is about babe."

"I know," Harry sighed. "But I want you to know, that no matter what they ask, or what they try and get out of me, I'd never disclose anything that would cause you embarrassment."

Hermione smiled at him sweetly. "I know that Harry, and I know how this boy and girl talk goes. I trust you to know where the line is."

"Thank you," he said softly. "I just wish I could think about something else."

If he was being honest, Harry wasn't sure if he was comfortable talking about his and Hermione's sex life with their best friends. Not because he was ashamed, but because it was still very new, and it would be a new aspect to the friendships with his buddies too. He knew he could tell them anything, just like they did him, but he was also very shy. That, and he didn't want to say anything that may embarrass or hurt Hermione's feelings in any way. She was his priority now, and nothing was going to change that, even if it meant being taken the piss out of by his friends for not being open enough. He opened up everything to Hermione, and she was finding out things about him now in the most personal ways, and that was fine with him.

But he still couldn't help but dread the day ahead. He and Hermione were still on holiday, and he wished the two of them could just curl up in bed together for the rest of the day. Maybe they could stay in bed tomorrow, or even better, go apartment hunting.

Hermione watched as he had an inner battle with himself to think of something to take his mind off of the day. She suddenly got an idea and raised her eyebrows, it was cruel, but she knew it would work. "Our visit to my parents is only three days away."

That did it.

Harry looked at her seriously, before grinning. "Good one."

Hermione laughed and hugged him tightly. "Don't worry baby, it wont be all day. They're pretty considerate and know that we're still on holiday."

Harry kissed her bare shoulder. "Yeah you're right."

After a few moments of them hugging, Hermione broke the silence. "Harry?"

"Yeah," he murmured, still kissing her shoulder.

"Can I tell them how big your penis is?" she asked with a smile.

Harry's eyes widened at Hermione's bluntness. "Why, would they be jealous?" he asked pulling back to look at her.

"I'm thinking yes," she replied convincingly.

"You want to brag?"

"Yes, I do," she admitted,

"Then brag until your hearts content," Harry told her, before adding, "Do I get to tell the guys…how incredibly hard you get me?"

Hermione leaned closer into him, and could feel the truth in his last question getting bigger and harder beneath her.

"Do you want to brag?" she asked in a whisper.

Harry snaked his hands up her back, and stopped to rest on her shoulders, before pushing them downwards. The added pressure pressing her harder against his erection.

"Yes, I do," he answered huskily.

"Then brag away."

"Hermione…" Harry said in a strangled voice. Hermione knew what he wanted, she wanted it too, but it would have to wait. Their friends would be arriving any second. Giving him one last kiss, she got out of his embrace, and off of the bed.

Looking into his forlorn eyes, she stroked his face softly. "I'm really sorry darling, but it's going to have to wait."

Harry looked like he was about to cry. ""But…"

"Tonight, I promise," Hermione assured him, before walking towards the door. Looking back at him, she pointed to the coffee she bought him earlier. "Drink that sweetheart, and… try your best to make 'that' go down, before you come out," she said smirking, referring to Harry's hard on that was visible from beneath the sheets.

When Harry heard the door close behind her, he looked down at his protruding erection, blew out a breath, and collapsed against the pillows.

****

No more than five minutes after Hermione left Harry's room, everyone of their friends but Neville had arrived, all desperate to know how their trip had gone. Neville had decided that Harry and Hermione's sex life was not a good enough reason to use one of his days holidays, but the rest of their friends were relentless. Hermione had hoped that little baby Roots would have taken some of the spotlight away from her and Harry. No such luck.

Lavender was sat at the table holding her son, who was sound asleep in his mothers arms. Sitting with her was Ginny and Luna, all three of them looking across at Hermione with expectant looks on their faces, while the boys were hanging around the breakfast bar waiting for Harry to appear.

Seeing Harry finally leave his bedroom, Dean approached him. "Well it's about time sunshine."

"Yeah, we had about given up on you," Ron said.

"Well maybe you should have," Harry said, really wanting to just go back to bed with Hermione.

"No need to be like that you moody git," Draco smiled.

"Yeah Harry," Seamus said. "C'mon, there's some butterbeer with our name on it at The Three Broomsticks."

"Seamus," Harry looked at his friend questionably. "Your son is only one day old, shouldn't you be spending time with him."

Seamus laughed. "I wanted to Harry, but Lavender insisted that I disappear for a couple of hours while the girls talk to Hermione."

Hermione snickered from the nearby table, causing everyone's attention to turn on her. "While they grill Hermione more like," she said in a sarcastic voice.

Harry chuckled, and walked over to where she was sitting. Letting his hand caress the back of her head, he bent down to kiss her gently. After he broke away, Hermione smiled up at him. "You won't be too late will you?"

"Of course I won't sweetheart," he assured her. "I love you," he said, before bending down and giving her another soft kiss on the lips.

"I love you too," she said stroking his cheek. "Okay, now get out of here so we can talk about you."

Harry grinned and gave her another quick peck. "I will see you later." With that, he left with the boys, leaving the girls alone to talk about Merlin knows what.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Hermione turned to the three pairs of eyes she could feel on her. "What?" she asked.

"So," Luna started. "How was it?"

"Oh, it was absolutely incredible," Hermione answered in a sing song voice. "Rome is simply beautiful, so much to see and do."

Hermione knew full well this wasn't the reply they wanted, and was highly amused to see her best friends facial expressions turn to fake annoyance.

"Cut the bullshit Hermione," Ginny said flatly. "You know what we're talking about."

Hermione grinned shyly. "I'm not sure I'm totally comfortable talking about this."

"Oh come on Hermione, I tell you all about my sex life," Ginny pointed out.

"That's because you volunteer it Gin," Hermione argued. "Not because I ask to hear about it."

"Hermione," Luna said, leaning her arms on the table. "You know we're not going to back off until you tell us every dirty little detail."

"There was nothing dirty about it!" Hermione said firmly.

"Not dirty in a bad way," Lavender said, defending Luna's comment. "Dirty in a good way."

Hermione shook her head in defeat. "Fine, what do you want to know?"

An evil grin graced Ginny's face. "When? Where? What position? How long for? How many times? And how big? Of course you told me about the last part, don't deprive Luna and Lav.

"So, you don't want to know much then?" Hermione asked in a sarcastic manner.

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In The Three Broomsticks, Harry wasn't fairing much better than his girlfriend. The guys wanted to know just as much as the girls. After ordering some drinks, they all took a seat in the far corner booth. Harry immediately began picking at the label on his bottle, as his friends looked at him to start the conversation.

Dean could stand the silence no longer. "For Merlin's sake Harry, will you just put us out of our misery here?"

"What?" Harry asked innocently.

"How was she?" Draco asked bluntly. Everyone of the boys looked shocked at his forwardness, but Draco didn't believe in sugar coating. "Don't look at me like that guys, we all want to know the answer, I'm just the only one with the balls to ask up front."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Well you'll all be waiting a long time, because I'm not answering that question."

"Fine," Draco shrugged. "So, did you go sightseeing?"

Dean, Seamus and Ron stared at Draco as if he'd grown another head, and Harry too was a little suspicious as to how fast Draco had dropped the subject.

"So, we're just letting him off the hook," Seamus asked. "Jus like that?!"

Draco smiled. "Seamus, don't worry. Harry here is in the honeymoon phase, meaning everything is new and exciting."

"And that's relevant because?" Ron asked, urging Draco to continue.

"Because weasel, the waters are still being tested as to how far one should talk about the other, and what they get up to between the sheets. Merlin forbid we know just yet our hot our friend Hermione is in the bedroom, Harry wants that knowledge to be his only, for now," Draco answered smugly.

Dean began nodding his head in agreement. "Yeah, that's true, I give it two months before he starts complaining to us that Hermione doesn't suck him off anymore."

"Providing she's even started Dean," Draco said, as if Harry wasn't there. Ron and Seamus grinned at each other, sensing the obvious trap that had been set.

As planned, Harry fell right into it.

"I'll have you know, she did it within twenty four hours of us doing it, blondie," Harry told him hotly.

Draco laughed, looked at his watch, and then at Harry. "Less than two minutes ago Potter, you were adamant you weren't going to tell us anything."

Harry closed his eyes when realisation dawned on him, how could he of all people had walked into something so obvious.

"Bastards," he said with a sigh, making all his friends laugh at his gullibility.

****

"Oh Hermione, you are so lucky," Ginny said.

"I know," Hermione smiled. "He was everything you guys said he'd probably be. Gentle, considerate and loving."

All the girls made blissful sounds.

"I will never forget it for the rest of my life," Hermione put a hand to her heart. "It was incredible losing myself in him like that."

"Sounds to me like he lost a lot of himself in you too," Ginny laughed.

Lavender grimaced when she understood Ginny's implication. "You have to make everything dirty don't you?"

"She speaks the truth," Hermione said.

"Eww Hermione!" Luna squealed. "I think all of us spend too much time around Ginny!"

"Nothing wrong with being honest girls!" Ginny pointed out.

"Okay, new topic," Lavender said. "Hermione, you and Harry, Friday at your parents, what's up with that?"

"Harry's ridiculously nervous," Hermione explained. "He's terrified my parents are going to suddenly dislike him, because his relationship with their little girl has turned sexual."

"He'd be right," Ginny said, taking a sip of tea.

"Thanks for that Gin," Hermione said sarcastically.

"Hermione, as soon as your dad finds out that Harry has been having a sword fight in your garden, he'll hit the roof, whether he loved him before or not," Ginny said.

Lavender and Luna giggled at Ginny's newest terminology to describe sex, Hermione would've probably joined them if she wasn't so worried that her friend was right.

Lavender seeing her friends discomfort, decided to say something positive. "Hermione, Harry will be fine. You're going to be right there with him, and your parents know that there isn't a man in the world that is more suited to you than Harry is."

"Lav's right Hermione, your parents should consider themselves lucky, that Harry is the one your taking to your bed every night," Luna added.

"It will sure be interesting to see their reaction, when we tell them that we're getting a place of our own," Hermione said, before realising she had just let the cat out of the bag.

"Woah, woah, woah, back up there sister," Ginny said holding up a hand. "You and Harry are moving in together by yourselves?"

"Does Ron know?" Luna asked.

Hermione let out a breath. "No, we haven't had chance to discuss it with him yet. We only knew ourselves last night. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Why not?" Ginny asked smiling widely. "Hermione, this is terrific news."

"You think so?" Hermione asked, thankful for her friends support.

"It's quick, but super," Luna said, to which Lavender nodded in agreement.

"Although, you know your parents are going to think you're crazy," Ginny said seriously.

****

"He will kill you!" Draco said laughing. "And isn't he a dentist?"

"So," Harry said.

"Been nice knowing you mate," Ron slapped him on the back.

"Well, fuck you very much the lot of you," Harry said. "Aren't you suppose to be giving me encouragement?!"

"Harry, just take our advice ok," Dean said before taking a swig of beer.

"We don't mean owt personal buddy," Seamus said.

"Yeah, Harry," Ron agreed. "When you go to the Grangers, just make em believe that you and Hermione are still friends, then you have nothing to worry about."

Harry suddenly began to get angry. "I don't see why I should have to hide how I feel about Hermione, just to make everyone else feel better! I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks!"

The rest of the boys looked shocked at Harry's outburst, he rarely got angry around them.

"Harry, mate," Draco started softly. "No one is saying for you to hide how you feel about her."

"Then what are you saying?!" Harry asked hotly.

"It's just that, this relationship is so new," Ron tried to reason. "And it seems to be getting really serious so quickly, we don't want you and Hermione to destroy what you have."

"This relationship isn't new!" Harry said defensively. "And you guys should know that more than anyone!"

"It is, Harry," Draco said, trying to make him understand.

Harry stood up, and glared at the blonde. "No Draco, the sex is new! Maybe in five years time, if me and Hermione are still fucking ten times a day, I might get your blessing! I mean that's all that's important to you lot right!"

Harry threw down some money on the table for a tip, and started to leave, but not before turning to his friends once more.

"Ron, don't worry about watching me and Hermione destroy each other, we're getting a place of our own! So I suggest you deal with that before talking to me again!" Harry then levelled his gaze at Draco, whose face was dumbfounded. "I suppose now that you're to be a father, you've all the fucking answers!"

"Harry, we're just looking out for you that's all," Dean told him. "You think that because you've gone to bed with her, you're just going to live happily ever after! Aren't you forgetting? It was no more than three weeks ago that she was getting married to someone else!"

"Fuck you, Dean!!!" Harry shouted.

Harry turned on his heel and stormed out of the pub, leaving his friends staring at each other in disbelief.

****

The girls were in the middle of asking Hermione about where she and Harry were going to look for an apartment, when they felt the walls shake from a door being slammed.

Hermione immediately got up from her chair when she saw Harry storming through the apartment towards their bedroom, without so much as a glance at her.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked concerned.

"I don't want to talk about it!" he replied fiercely, before entering their bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

Hermione stood rooted to the spot, shocked at the tone he'd just used with her. Surely the teasing from their male friends hadn't been that bad.

Turning back round to meet her friends questioning faces, she found her voice. "I should go talk to him."

"Sure," Ginny said getting up from her chair, causing Luna and Lavender to do the same.

Lavender walked over to Hermione with her son wrapped up in her arms, and kissed Hermione's cheek. "I'm glad you had a good time in Italy, owl us next time you're free for a girls night out."

"Definitely," Hermione answered, smoothing Root's cheek and trying her best to smile.

"Remember Hermione, we're here for you if you need us," said Luna.

"Owl me later," Ginny told her, before giving her a quick hug. The three girls left with Roots, leaving Hermione alone to deal with Harry.

****

Once they were outside of the apartment, Lavender spoke in a quiet tone. "Wonder what that was all about?"

Ginny shook her head. "I don't know for sure, but something tells me we each have a pair of balls to squeeze, to get some answers."

"What do you think they said to him?" Luna asked, understanding Ginny's comment. Their boyfriends had obviously been the reason Harry had come in so upset.

"Lets go find out," Ginny said.

****

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before slowly walking towards her and Harry's bedroom. Harry was standing near the window leaning against his bicep, his forearm draped over his face. He didn't flinch when he heard the door open. He knew who it was, and yet still didn't move when he heard Hermione close the door behind her.

"What happened?" she asked softly.

Harry raised his head, but still wouldn't look at her. "I told you, I didn't want to talk about it."

"I want to talk about it!" Hermione said sharply.

Harry licked his lips and clenched his jaw, but still wouldn't look at her. "Hermione, if you're as smart as your owls say you are, you know to leave me alone right now."

"I don't believe this," Hermione said quietly, shaking her head.

Harry finally turned around to face her. "Don't believe what?"

"We've been in a relationship for two weeks, and already you want to break the promise we made to each other!" she said in dismay.

"What promise?" he asked sounding bored.

"That we'd always be honest with each other!" she said, stepping closer to him. "That you'd tell me what's going on in that head of yours, and that you would never hide things from me anymore!"

Harry's face softened, it was the day they officially got together, and she had asked if he could do all the things she had just mentioned, and he promised her he would.

Closing the gap between then, Harry started to stroke the sides of her arms. "It's not even worth mentioning."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" Hermione suggested. "It must have been something significant to make you so angry."

Looking into the depths of Hermione's eyes, Harry knew right away that she was not about to let this go. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and clasped his hands together. Hermione put her hands on her hips, and waited for him to start talking.

"I got into an argument with the guys, that's all," Harry said quietly.

"What about?" Hermione asked.

"Us," Harry said looking up at her.

Hermione put a hand to her head . "Please don't tell me it was about our sex life."

"Relax princess," Harry said with a weak smile. "That part wasn't actually as painful as I expected it to be."

Hermione sat down on the bed next to him, and started stroking his hair slowly. "What happened?"

Putting a hand on her knee, Harry gazed into her eyes. "They said…they thought we were getting too serious, too soon."

Hermione looked unfazed. "Do you agree with them?"

"No, of course not," Harry replied adamantly.

"So then why did you take what they said to heart?"

"I don't know," Harry said truthfully.

Hermione nodded and reached for his hand, which she covered with both of hers. "Please don't take what I'm about to say the wrong way."

"I'll try not to," Harry said slowly.

"Maybe the reason your so angry, is because there's a small part of you that believes what they said," Hermione said softly.

Harry was about to protest, when Hermione held up a hand. "Please, let me finish."

Harry nodded, and indicated for her to continue.

"It's ok to be scared sometimes Harry, I am too," Hermione told him. "I love you, and no matter how fast anyone tells us our relationship is going, the only thing that matters is how you and I feel."

"I've never been happier than I am right now, at this moment," he said stroking her knee. "I just wish our friends could be happy for us."

"They are happy for us, the girls couldn't be more thrilled when I told them we were getting a place of our own…that is, if you still want to?" Hermione asked frightened of his possible reply.

Harry smiled, then kissed her. "We're going to find a place of our own, and nobody is going to change my mind about that, it's what we want isn't it."

"It sure is," Hermione said, relieved.

Harry put an arm around her, and hugged her closely to him. "I overreacted didn't I?"

"First reaction is usually the right one Harry," Hermione said, cuddling him tightly. "They're just worried about you, Harry. Think about it, here we are getting a place of our own, when less than two weeks ago I was engaged to marry someone else."

Harry looked down at her. "That's exactly what Dean said."

"They just don't want to see you hurt, we're lucky to have friends that don't hold back."

"I guess so," Harry agreed.

"It's nice to know how fast you are in defending our relationship, although they probably think that your under the thumb now," Hermione said smiling.

"Aren't I?" Harry joked.

Hermione twisted his nipple through his shirt playfully.

"OW!" Harry squealed, rubbing his nipple in fake pain.

Hermione laughed before jumping on him, making him fall back on the bed. Straddling him, she weaved her hands through his, and pinned them against the bed.

"So, was it that bad?" she asked.

"What?"

"Opening up to me, was it so bad?" Hermione asked again, her face hovering just above his.

"No, actually I feel much better."

"Good," she smiled, before capturing his lips with hers.

****

During the next few days, Harry did apologize to his friends for his angry outburst that day, to which they had all told him to forget about it, and that they could have approached things better. They also told him that they would support his decision to live with Hermione all the way, that they were very happy for the both of them. For that he was thankful.

Currently at this moment Harry had something else on his mind. Hermione's parents. Friday had come round sooner than he had wanted, but as promised he had finished work early, and was now stressing out over what to wear to the ill fated dinner and sleep over at his girlfriends parents. He was currently looking into a full length mirror that Hermione had transfigured a few days ago. Since they had started sharing a room Hermione had made some changes, one that he was taking full advantage of now.

Looking at his reflection from side to side he wondered if this, the fourth shirt he had tried on was the one. Getting closer to the mirror he smiled. "You're screwed potter," he said to himself still smiling.

It was at that moment Hermione walked into the room taking off her healers robes, and putting them on the bed. Smiling she walked up to him, she kissed him soundly on the lips. "I'm surprised you're here, I thought I'd be home before you."

"I only got in about an hour ago," Harry told her.

She turned and began getting undressed when she suddenly stopped to look at him, and quirked an eyebrow. "Were you talking to yourself?"

"No," he fibbed.

Hermione shrugged. "So, how was your day?"

"Pretty uneventful," Harry replied, looking in the mirror again. "Which is exactly how I like work to be. How about yours?"

"Surprisingly quiet," she said, pushing down her skirt. "Though I'm thankful, I need a clear head for tonight."

"Yeah it's pretty much all I've been able to think about too," Harry turned his attentions back to Hermione, and couldn't help but grin at the sight of her in only her bra and knickers.

"So how many of those have you tried on?" she asked, referring to his shirt.

"Oh you know, three or four," he answered smiling.

Hermione giggled, and started to leave the room. "I'm going to take a shower, I told my parents 5.30pm so we have a couple of hours to spare."

Harry decided to stick with the first shirt he had tried on, a royal blue shirt that Hermione had always told him she liked. Hermione. He smiled at the name whenever he heard it, said it, or thought it. When Harry had got home he had immediately jumped in the shower, now as he heard the shower running again he regretted it. They had a couple of hours before they had to leave, he could have joined her. He was just about to sit on the sofa and read a quidditch magazine when he had a thought, there wasn't exactly a rule that stipulated how many showers one could have in a day. He walked to the bathroom and sneaked inside, the quidditch magazine forgotten.

Harry peaked his head round the shower curtain to find Hermione's back to him, her hands smoothing back her wet hair. He was immediately turned on seeing the water trickle down the curves of her body.

After he cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, Hermione looked over her shoulder and giggled. "What are you doing there?"

"Just admiring the view," he answered wiggling his eyebrows. "Want some company?"

"Harry, I know you take a shower the minute you get home," she said smirking.

"All of a sudden I want another one," he said lowly.

"I'd love some company," Hermione said sweetly.

Hermione had to laugh when Harry pulled back the curtain to climb in with her, he was already naked knowing she wasn't going to resist him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, making Hermione smile against his shoulder.

"You're being rather clingy, are you ok?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine," Harry said leaning his cheek against her head. After a few moments he spoke again. "I love you, Hermione."

Pulling back from his embrace she looked deeply into his eyes. "I love you too."

Harry took her face in his hands, and lowered his lips to hers. Needless to say that when they got out of the shower, they only had a couple of minutes to spare as opposed to hours.

****

Harry and Hermione finally made it to her parents house. Hermione was just about to ring the doorbell when she saw Harry's terrified face.

"Are you sure you're ok babe?" she asked gently.

Harry looked paler than he usually did, and actually managed to be sick before they left the apartment.

"I'm fine," he said unconvincingly.

"Harry, just leave it to me its going to be fine I promise, I'm right here with you," she told him softly, while stroking his cheek.

"Like always," he added, relaxing against her touch. "I'm ready."

Hermione rung the bell, and waited for one of her parents to answer. Seconds later the door opened, and she saw her mother smiling at her.

"Darling," her mother said happily, embracing her into a hug. "You look wonderful."

"You too mother," Hermione replied. "You remember Harry?"

"Of course I do," her mother said, grabbing Harry and hugging him tightly. "How are you?"

"Good, thank you Mrs Granger," Harry answered croakily.

Mrs Granger finally released him. "Well do come in, tea is nearly ready and your father has missed you dearly Hermione."

Mrs Granger told them to go to the living room where Mr Granger was waiting, whilst she went get drinks. Harry took a deep breath, and followed Hermione. Mr Granger was absorbed in a crossword when they found him.

"Hi daddy," Hermione said, getting his attention.

Upon seeing his daughter, Mr Granger raised his head and smiled widely. Jumping out of his chair he hugged his daughter tightly. "My princess, I sure have missed you Hermione."

Harry could tell that Hermione was obviously still 'Daddy's little girl' which meant that her father was going to be very protective.

"I've missed you too," she said, returning the hug. "Daddy you remember Harry right?" Hermione asked, stepping out of his embrace.

Mr Granger smiled, and extended his hand. "Of course I do, how are things Mr Potter?"

"Great," Harry took the older man's hand and found a firm grip. "Thanks, Mr Granger."

Harry didn't know whether he was being paranoid, but he could have sworn he saw a flash of anger in Mr Granger's eyes.

****

"I wonder how Harry and Hermione doing at this moment?" Luna asked her redhead boyfriend. She was sat on her sofa with her legs on Ron's lap, idly flipping through 'Witch' magazine. When Ron didn't answer, she looked up to see him engrossed in a Quidditch magazine.

"Ron?" she said trying to get his attention. When he didn't reply for the second time, she slapped his arm firmly.

"OW!" Ron shrieked, the slap getting his attention. "What did you do that for?"

"You were ignoring me," Luna stated calmly.

"I was not ignoring you," Ron said rubbing his arm.

"Really?" Luna said cocking her head to one side. "What did I just say?"

"You didn't say anything," Ron replied. "You hit me."

"Before that," Luna asked.

Ron continued to rub his arm. "You told me I was ignoring you."

"Forget it," Luna said shaking her head, and went back to her magazine.

"So I wonder if Harry and Hermione have told her parents they're shagging yet?" Ron asked.

Luna dropped her magazine and her head shot up. "Unbelievable!"

Ron blew out a breath. "Sorry, I wonder if Harry and Hermione have told her parents they're, 'making love' yet?" he asked using two fingers from each hand to accentuate his new term.

Luna thought about telling him that was exactly what she was asking him earlier, but settled for the easier option. "Funny you should ask that, I was wondering the same thing."

"Really?" Ron smiled causing Luna to widen her eyes and smile at his ignorance. "I sure hope they're ok."

"They'll be fine," Luna assured him. "It's when they tell them they're planning to get a place of their own that they should be worried about."

"Yeah," Ron said. "Don't think Hermione's folks gonna be to happy about that."

"As disrespectful as this sounds Ron, it really has nothing to do with anyone but Harry and Hermione, and that includes her parents," Luna said.

"They're allowed to worry Luna," Ron said rubbing is girlfriends leg comfortingly.

"Of course they are," Luna agreed. "And where people may think that Harry and Hermione are going to fast, you must remember that they've been in love for years, they're soul mates. They just can't wait to start their lives together."

Ron smiled. "You know I was talking to Harry yesterday about how the flat hunting was going, and I swear Luna, I'd never seen him look so happy and…I can't even find a word for it."

"Complete?" Luna offered.

"Yeah," Ron nodded. "Complete."

Both of them smiled, thrilled that two of their best friends had finally found each other.

"So, how did he say the flat hunting was going?" Luna asked.

"Well he said they were going to wait until they told her parents, and after they had gone public until they started looking," Ron replied.

"That makes sense," Luna said dropping her magazine to the floor. "And tomorrow at the big game, the whole of the wizarding world will know that heart of Harry Potter is off the market."

Ron laughed. "It was never available babe, he lost it on a train when he was eleven years old."

"That's true," Luna said. "I can't wait for tomorrow though."

Ron leaned closer to her. "Looking forward to seeing your boyfriend in action?"

Tomorrow was the game between The Chudley Cannons and Puddlemere United, the most important date on the Quidditch calender. It was also to be the day where Harry and Hermione would announce to the world that they were a couple. Harry had asked Ron if he had any objections to this, seeing as how it was a huge day for him as captain of the Cannons. Ron had simply told him that while being in the spotlight had been great at the time, Luna had taught him to appreciate the more simpler of things, like being madly in love.

FLASHBACK

Harry had just asked Ron what he thought about announcing his relationship at the game. Ron told him he was happy for him to do it.

"You're serious about this Ron?" Harry asked sceptically.

"Of course Harry," Ron assured him.

"Because if not then…"

"Harry, stop," Ron said putting up a hand. "I know that years ago if you asked me then maybe, I would have been an arse about it and said no way. That you just want everything to be about you, you know the 'boy who lived'."

"So what's changed?" Harry asked intrigued.

"I have," Ron replied simply. "I've fallen in love, with someone other than myself."

Harry laughed. "It certainly changes things, and people."

Ron put a hand on his friends shoulder. "Harry, I cant imagine what it would be like not to be able to hold Luna's hand in public. Not be able to kiss her in a restaurant when she looks so perfect, or put my arm around her and tell I love her in a crowded street, because someone who isn't suppose to might overhear."

"It's all I want," Harry said softly.

"Then get it," Ron told him. "Before, during, or after we kick Puddlemere's arse, feel free to shout it from the stands."

End of flashback

It was the game of the season, but as he looked into her eyes Ron could only think of the girl that made such a difference in his life.

Luna giggled. "Your manager said that you're not to have sex before the big game."

"What does he know?" Ron asked getting even closer.

****

Harry and the Grangers were now sat around the dinner table. Hermione's parents at one end, he and Hermione across from each other. It had been a case of so far so good. Hermione's mother had obviously taken a great deal of time to prepare dinner, there were certainly no complaints from Harry, she sure knew how to cook. Harry was still a little anxious though, Hermione's father had been giving him funny looks all the way through dinner, as if he knew what Harry was doing to his daughter.

"Hope you like vanilla ice cream Harry," Mrs Granger said interrupting his thoughts, placing a bowl full in front of him.

"I love it, thank you," Harry said smiling. He looked across the table to find Hermione grinning madly at her bowl in front of her. The question seemed absurd to them seeing as how a couple of nights ago, he was licking Vanilla ice cream off of Hermione's naked body.

"Something funny, dear?" Mrs Granger asked her daughter.

"Oh, no mother," Hermione replied still smirking.

Mr Grangers narrowed eyes were travelling between his daughter and her friend sat across from her.

"Brian?" Mrs Granger said getting her husbands attention.

"Yes, dear," Hermione's father smiled.

"Why don't you tell Hermione about our plans for autumn break," Mrs Granger suggested.

"Jane, I really don't think Hermione and her friend want to be bored with our holiday plans," Brian said to his wife honestly.

"Well it will effect her directly if she decides to take us up on our offer," Jane told her husband with a smile.

"What offer's that?" Hermione asked, her confusion reflecting Harry's.

Brian Granger deliberately trained his eyes on Harry, and waited for the young wizard's reaction to what his wife was about to say.

"Well," Jane started. "Your father and I have decided to leave our practise in the hands of our partners for two months in September, so that we can go on holiday to Australia."

"Well that's wonderful," Hermione said happily. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when you and daddy would trust anyone with your practise. But I don't see how this would effect me."

"Well the thing is Hermione," her mother said covering her daughters hand. "We would love for you to come with us."

Hermione's eyes widened, and Harry's look of utter sadness told Brian Granger everything he needed to know.

****

Hi I'm back, I am so sorry for the long delay, I had so much happen over the last two months. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. I originally wanted to get the parents visit all in one chapter, but it was becoming way to long. So I have decided to spread it out a little. Hope that's ok. Please, please read and review. It helps to no end. Also, please keep telling me your hopes for the story, I take on board everything. Bye for now.