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Everything was set. The flowers were in a vase on the table. the candles were placed randomly throughout the apartment. They just needed to be lit. He'd wait to do that until it was almost time for Hermione to arrive. Everything was ready for him to start dinner. He'd do that at six so it would be warm when Hermione got there. He was making chicken stir-fry.
So that left him forty-five minutes of waiting for Hermione. He decided it would be best for him to take a quick shower. He needed to shave quickly as well. He could feel the stubble that had come in since he'd shaved that morning. That definitely wouldn't do. He couldn't be scratchy for Hermione.
After his shower and shave Harry went to throw on some nicer clothes. He spent a few minutes rifling through his closet. He really needed to do laundry. He settled on a charcoal gray sweater that he found hanging towards the back of the closet. He threw on a pair of jeans then and went to finish cooking dinner.
He'd just set the rice aside to cook when the door buzzer rang. Harry checked his watch. It was a little before six pm. That meant Hermione was early. That was okay. He'd improvise with the candles and fixing the rest of dinner.
When he went to open the door, instead of seeing the beautiful brown haired angel he liked to call Hermione, he was
greeted by the smirking face of Draco Malfoy. His current superintendent
"Draco, what brings you by?" Harry asked, barely able to conceal his agitation or surprise.
"Potter," Draco said with a sneer. He brushed past harry, not even waiting for an invitation to enter. "I came by to have a little chat." Draco stood in front of Harry's couch giving off a superior air as he looked around the apartment. He thought it was odd that Harry lived the way he did. Very simply. That was the best way to describe the set up. All the essentials were in place with very few extras.
Draco raised his eyebrows when he noticed the numerous candles set up around the room. "Looks like you've got a big evening planned, Potter," he commented with a smirk.
"You didn't come here to discuss my plans for the evening Draco. So just cut to the chase," Harry told him. He was getting nervous. He didn't want Draco there when Hermione showed up. That wouldn't be the best way to tell her what he did for a living.
"Actually, Potter, that's where you're wrong. Your plans for this evening are the reason for my visit.
You see, today, we got a little call from one of our tip offs.
''We go in tomorrow at dawn''…
''This is what we have been training undercover for''
Harry stood there rather dumbfounded..
He owed it to Hermione to show her a good night as it could be weeks before he saw her again…..
He walked to the door then, opening it to let himself out. His exit was halted when he encountered another figure preparing to knock.
"Uhm...Hi," Hermione said nervously.
"Hello," Draco said somewhat suggestively as he looked the woman in front of him up and down. She was certainly a looker. Long silky brown hair, fell like a waterfall over petite shoulders. She was wearing a thing length white skirt with a soft pink coloured coloured sweater that seemed to inadvertently accentuate her slender curves.
Hermione coughed nervously. "I'm looking for Harry Potter..." she started to say. Harry was at the
door the minute her heard her voice. He thought Draco had left and had gone to make sure he hadn't burnt
dinner.
"Hermione...." he said, quickly taking her arm and pulling her inside.
Draco watched with interest, taking in Harry's protective stance as he pulled Hermione into him. Hermione, once she was past being surprised, looked at Harry with such open admiration that Draco felt his stomach lurch with the sweetness of it. It made sense now. Potter had a girlfriend. That's why he'd wanted to back off and was thinking of quitting. Draco would bet anything that this Hermione knew nothing about Harry's job. Interesting.
Draco left with a nod, shutting the door behind him.
Harry stared at the closed door momentarily before looking back at Hermone.
"Who was that?" she asked, stepping towards Harry
.
"Just someone I work for," harry said with a shrug. The way he said it left little doubt that it was something he didn't want to talk about. Hermione respected that. She wasn't here to talk about anything uncomfortable for either of them. She was here to spend time with Harry.
"Okay," she responded with a shrug.
At her acceptance of this, Harry decided that he was going to tell Hermione everything. He was going to tell her the
truth, even if it mean losing her. She deserved that much. But then Hermione smiled at him and walked into his arms.
Feeling her wrapped up against him felt so perfect that Harrycouldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet. He just
wanted one more perfect night with her. And as he held her he had to believe that it was all going to work out. That it
was all going to be okay.
"So....you're here," he said with a smile as he pulled back from their hug slightly to look down at Hermione's beautiful face.
Her smiled widened and she chuckled softly. "I'm here," she confirmed. "Now....whatever are you going to do with me?" Her smiled turned suggestive taking Harry a little off guard. He leaned down stealing a quick kiss before answering.
"I'm going to feed you," he told her.
Hermione let out a laugh. "Sounds good." Harrytook her hand in his own and led her into the kitchen. He
sat her down at the table and she watched as he walked around and lit all the candles that were spread throughout the
room. He disappeared then for a few moments. When he came back he offered her a small smile as he went to serve her
food.
Hermiones eyes sparkled with delight. She couldn't believe all the work that Harry had gone through. He was
setting two plates out on the table when Hermione gave him a questioning look followed by a disappointed sigh. "I
thought you said you were going
feed me," she said with a teasing pout.
Harry chuckled. He stopped what he was doing and pulled her up from her chair, sitting himself down in her place
before pulling her down onto his lap. " I think we can arrange that."
Hermione, who had been slightly surprised at Harry's quick reaction, was more than a little please and excited by this new situation. The night was certainly starting out in the right direction.
So they started eating. Opting to use the chopsticks he'd set out, he brought a bite of food to Hermione's
mouth. She eagerly accepted the bite, after which her tongue darted out from between her moist lips to catch any stray
food.
Harry swallowed hard, watching in rapt fascination as her eyes briefly closed while she chewed. When she opened her eyes, they met his and she smiled. "You're a good cook, Harry. I think I'm going to have to keep you around," she joked.
"You think so huh?"
Hermione nodded, biting her lower lip.
Dinner was a study in self control for Harry. Hermione was just so amazing to watch. He couldn't get over how
beautiful she was.
Aside from a few stolen kisses between bites, they managed to make it through dinner, taking turns feeding each other. By silent agreement they kept things lighthearted, both knowing that if they didn't, it could get out of control quickly. They were almost finished and Harry was relieved that'd he'd made it through without Hermione realizing just how aroused he was by the whole experience. He was feeding her one last bite when she shifted her tiny bottom against his lap. The motion was very subtle, but it shot through Harry, causing him to lost his grip on the chopsticks in his hand. The result was Hermione's shirt full of rice and vegetables.
"Oh god, Hermione....I'm so sorry," Harry exclaimed. He immediately reached for a napkin and began to help her clean it up. He had to stop himself when his hand brushed up against her breast. His eyes shot up quickly to meet Hermione's at the intimate contact. They just stared at each other, both sets of eyes reflecting their steadily increasing desire.