don't eat me. i'm very very sorry for being so bad about this. finals suck. never paused, just
procrastinated. writers block, as well- such fun.. all the mistakes are mine, this was just quickly read over. please
read and review- i'll love you forever! enjoy chapter six(:
- michelle
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Harry was currently lying on his stomach, watching the morning news from the couch. His right leg was nearly touching the floor, but he didn't notice. He was watching the TV with his eyes half closed, barely understanding what Mr. Perfect Hair and Teeth was saying.
I wonder how they can get up that early, Harry thought drowsily, letting his eyes close for the briefest of moments before his head fell over the side of the couch, causing him to jerk awake.
"Wha?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "I couldn't eat the macaroni, sir. I had to walk the plank… No, I don't speak Portuguese." Shaking his head slightly, he laughed almost silently and sat up. Harry fell back down immediately, groaning.
"Saturday mornings kill," he muttered as he successfully sat up. Glancing at the clock, it read 8:13 AM.
I'd expect Hermione to be up by now, he thought, standing up and shivering slightly as the cooler air hit his skin. Clad in a pair of navy blue boxers and a muscle shirt, he stumbled towards the bedroom.
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She shivered as she felt his arms wrap around her waist, hugging her from behind. She could feel his hot breath on the exposed skin of her neck, and it sent tingles down her spine.
"Do you want me?" he murmured, kissing her neck and pressing his lower body into hers. She let out a sigh and, feeling lightheaded, allowed her head to fall backwards onto her shoulder. His hands travelled to the area directly below her hips, using just enough pressure to make her want more. When she didn't answer, he spun her around so she was facing him. Her head landed on his chest, but she couldn't resist lifting her head to look into his emerald eyes.
"I said," he whispered, slipping his hands into her back pockets and pulling her flush against him. The feeling of him so close to her, the mere smell of him was intoxicating, and she found it difficult to think clearly. "Do you want me?"
He started suckling her neck, gently biting the cord he knew would make her moan and move closer to him- if that were possible.
"I'm going to make you answer me, love," he said huskily, and her body nearly shook in anticipation. "I'll ask just one more time- do you want me?"
"God, yes," she purred, arching into him. He crushed his lips to hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their tongues clashed together like they had done this quite a few times before; and in actuality, they had.
One of his hands found purchase in the hair towards the nape of her neck, while the other travelled south. His hand played with the hem of her sweatpants, and she soon grew impatient.
"I answered," she murmured against his lips. "Touch me."
She could feel him smile against her lips. "That's what I wanted to hear." He kissed her with a passion that left her breathless, and she broke the kiss with a gasp, throwing her head back. His hand moved inside her sweatpants, toying with her knickers.
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Holy… Harry thought, watching the woman haunting this thoughts writhe on her bed.
Hermione moaned softly, arching her body towards whatever it was she was obviously dreaming about.
"She's beautiful," he whispered almost completely to himself.
Man, I would love to wake up to that every morning.
…What? She's your best friend. You're lucky she hasn't hexed your sorry arse for getting married to her! Now is not the time to think about waking up to her.
I know, I know. Shut up.
Harry moved over to the side of the bed she was on, and leaned in; intending to wake her up gently. The second he leaned in close enough, however, he found himself getting lost in the smell of her hair. He was so tempted to kiss her right then and there- a temptation that startled even him- and had to fight against it. His compromise was gently pressing his lips to her forehead. A soft smile graced her lips; and he returned it.
"Hermione? Time to wake up," he whispered, running a hand gingerly through her hair. She mumbled something unintelligible, rolling over onto her stomach.
"I'll be up in three minutes," she said into her pillow, making Harry laugh softly. He removed his hand from her hair, and walked back into the living room.
I really don't want to get up, was the first coherent thought Hermione had. I was having such a great dream. But I should get up… ugh.
After some mental debating, Hermione tumbled out of bed. Throwing her hair up in a bun piled on top of her head, she walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.
Harry was standing just next to the stove, flipping pancakes while using his wand to scramble eggs on the other burner.
Gods of love, Hermione thought, looking up towards the ceiling briefly. Must he go parading around like that?
"Fall asleep with your clothes on, Harry?" she asked. He turned to face her, and immediately Hermione wished she hadn't said anything at all. His hair was incredibly messy and Hermione found him irresistible; her mind wandered to places it probably shouldn't go before Harry broke her thoughts.
"Yeah," he said, looking down at his apparel, or lack thereof. "Sorry, I guess I'm so used to walking around the flat when I'm not exactly fully dressed."
"No big deal," Hermione lied. "You're making breakfast, I see? You sure can eat a lot."
"I made some for you, too, Mione," said Harry, smiling at her. The smile that made Hermione weak in the knees.
"That was… thoughtful of you," she said feebly. "Thanks."
Smiling, he handed her a plate full of pancakes, eggs, and toast. She sank into one of the chairs at the table and began eating.
Harry couldn't tear his gaze from her. Hair piled up on the top of her head, she was wearing blue flannel pants and a white camisole that exposed most of her back.
It's amazing how things aren't really awkward between us after not seeing each other for about five years, Hermione thought as she bit into her toast. She somehow knew that Harry's eyes were on her, and it gave her a sense of… satisfaction? How does that work?
The rest of her breakfast was eaten in relative silence- Hermione had sighed when she bit into her pancakes. Bringing her plate to the sink, she smiled up at him.
"Where on earth did you learn to cook?" she asked, her gaze appreciative.
"Food Network," Harry answered with one of his boy-like smiles. Hermione laughed, and Harry decided it was his favorite sound in the whole world.
Hermione moved back to her bedroom with a murmur of "I've got to go change." She reemerged from the room wearing a red flare button up and a pair of faded blue jeans.
That's what she wears when she doesn't have to go anywhere? Harry thought to himself as he watched her go through a few things in the kitchen. I'd love to see what she wears when it really matters. Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking at the door.
"Oh, man," Harry groaned, his eyes as big as saucers. "It's Charlotte. Shit. Tell her… I'm not here. Tell her I moved to Switzerland. I'm training to become a monk- anything!" As he was speaking, he backed up and stubbed his foot on the corner of the couch. "Dammit!" he said under his breath, then collapsed behind the couch.
Try as she might, Hermione couldn't stop laughing. She had gotten to the point where she was holding her side with one hand. She saw Harry's head peek out from above the couch.
"Shhh!" he said frantically, putting a finger to his lips. He silently pointed to the door. "Answer it," he mouthed. "Get her out of here!"
Still laughing, Hermione moved to the door. Swinging it wide, her laughter died in her throat when she saw who it was.
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It was none other than Ginny Weasley standing at the door, grin on her face and several lists in hand.
"Hey Hermione!" she said cheerfully, giving her friend a little hug. "Where's Harry?"
"… Ginny?" Harry said slowly, standing up.
"Congratulations to the happy couple!" Ginny said, smiling at the two of them. Harry and Hermione each made an odd face at this comment- to Ginny's amusement.
"No offense, Gin, but what are you doing here?" Harry asked, sitting down on the couch.
"Well… I thought I'd drop off the shopping lists so you two could get the flat ready for the party."
"The party?" Hermione asked, confusion etched on her face.
"Oh!" Ginny exclaimed, surprised. "I thought Ron had called and told you, Harry. We're throwing a housewarming party tonight. A few people are coming over to tell you how happy they are for you. You don't mind, do you?"
"I guess not," Harry said. "What do you think, Hermione?"
"It should be fine," said Hermione, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What do you need us to go out and get, Ginny?"
"Great!" Ginny said, smiling. "I need you guys to go out and get the drink mixes. I don't care what kinds of drinks you get; but we're planning to get wasted tonight. It is a celebration, right?"
"Yeah, no problem," Hermione said, smiling sweetly; she was gently ushering Ginny out the door. "We'll see you tonight, okay? Just call us if you have anything else you need." Before Ginny could utter a response, the door was shut. Hermione leaned against it, sighing.
"Do you really wanna host a party?" Harry asked, getting up and moving over to her.
"Already said yes," she said quietly. "Would you do me a favor and go out and get the drinks? I have to clean. We've probably got about… nine hours before the party."
"Sure," Harry said. Moving back to his suitcase, he took out a shirt and a pair of jeans. He then walked into the bathroom. About ten minutes later, he came back out- looking rather presentable.
"What should I get?" he asked, picking up a jacket that was on the couch and throwing it on.
"Um," Hermione said while standing in front of the open refrigerator. "You should probably get stuff to make a Cadillac Margarita, Unabomber, Tailspin Cocktail…"
"How about Kill Me Now?" Harry suggested, walking into the kitchen. Hermione winced slightly, remembering exactly what that specific drink had done to her a few years back.
"Sure," she said, closing the refrigerator and turning around. "And Emerald Vodka Martini, and Italian Screw."
I'll tell you what I'd like to screw, Harry thought, his gaze fixated on the cabinets just to the left of Hermione's head. He shook himself out of it rather quickly. "Okay, got it." He said. "I'll be back in a while." With that he left, closing the door behind him.
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How many people did Ginny invite? Hermione thought as she let maybe the thirty seventh person into the flat. Ginny herself had not arrived yet. Harry was in the kitchen, mixing as many drinks as he could at once. Again, someone knocked at the door. Hermione was just about to tell whoever was at the door that they ran out of alcohol when she saw the mess of red hair.
"Ginny!" Hermione said, slightly exasperated. "Why are so many people here? This flat isn't that big. I don't know how many more people will fit."
Ginny scanned the room for a minute. "It looks like they're all here," she observed.
"Why are there so many people?" Hermione asked again.
"They heard about the wedding, and wanted to tell you two congratulations," Ginny answered. "Here, I brought the pretzels." She said with a smile, handing Hermione a huge bag. "Veronica! How are you?" Ginny walked around Hermione to greet one of the blondes in the crowd.
"Loose lips sink ships," Hermione muttered before moving into the kitchen to put the pretzels in a bowl.
"Did you know this many people were going to be here?" Harry asked, placing more glasses of alcohol on the island.
"I had no idea," Hermione said, raising her arms in defense. "It's Ginny's fault. She told too many people about this."
"It's always Ginny's fault," Harry muttered, shaking his head and smiling softly. "Go out and entertain, I'm enjoying the somewhat-silence in here."
"Lucky you," Hermione said, poking him in the side before walking past him and back out into the party. Harry watched her walk away, thinking about how his earlier morning thoughts were right. Hermione looked simply amazing tonight. She wore a black tube top with various sparkles sewn in, that hugged her curves just right. Her jeans were almost white, with light shades of blue running down the sides. She fills out her jeans rather nicely, was one thought that refused to get out of Harry's mind.
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"Herrrrmione!" Ron said, pulling Hermione into a one-armed hug. Hermione turned her head away slightly- she could clearly smell the alcohol on his breath. "How are you, love?"
"I'm fine, Ron," Hermione said sweetly. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Not that muuch," Ron said rather loudly, taking another drink from the glass in his hand. "But it's a celebration! Have a sssip, Hermione."
"No, thanks, Ron," said Hermione. "I'm not much of a drinker."
"Alright then," Ron said. "Wanna know a secret, Hermione?"
"Sure," Hermione answered. "What's the secret?" Ron looked around before leaning in and whispering into Hermione's ear.
"Harry's not all that disappointed about this whole ordeal," Ron said, then let his head rest on Hermione's shoulder.
"What ordeal?" Hermione asked, curious.
"The whole 'I married my best friend' thing," said Ron. "I wouldn't be too disappointed either, though. Whooo! You do not know how good you look in a wedding dress."
Hermione laughed softly. "You're drunk, Ron," she said, disentangling herself from his arms. "I've got to go, talk to you a bit later, alright?" Before he had the chance to respond, she had walked away.
She wasn't able to walk a few steps before she collided with a rather hard male chest. She looked up and saw Harry, smiling down at her. Hermione smiled slightly.
"Hi," she said, before almost losing her balance again. She had almost fallen when Harry caught her by wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Are you sure you haven't had anything to drink?" he asked, smiling. She rested her head on his chest, sighing softly.
"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "I might want to have something, though. Do you wanna go get me a Kill Me Now?"
"Are you gonna be able to stay up on your own?" Harry asked teasingly.
Hermione glared at him playfully, then proceeded to stick her tongue out at him. "Yes," she said. "Go get me a Kill Me Now." With a smile, he walked towards the kitchen to get her the drink.
Just after he left, Ginny walked- or stumbled, rather- towards Hermione, a large grin plastered to her face.
"Hermione, my love!" she said happily, resting her head on Hermione's shoulder for the briefest of moments. "Don't you just love this party? You and Harry looked pretty cozzzy just now."
"We were not cozzzzy," Hermione said, placing a hand on her hip. "I lost my balance."
"Good call," Ginny said with a wink, and with that she sauntered away. Hermione didn't have much time to think about what Ginny had said, for Harry came up behind her just seconds later with her drink.
"You sure you want this?" Harry asked, but she had downed the shot before he could finish his question.
"Mmmmhm," Hermione murmured. "Thanks, I needed that."
"Are you sure you can wander around by yourself?" Harry asked. "You're not a drinker."
"Silly boy," said Hermione, patting Harry's cheek (after missing the first try). "I can handle a couple shots, don't worry about me." Harry watched her walk away, chuckling slightly as she bumped into a friend of Ginny's.
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"I toast a propose," Ginny announced, standing on top of the coffee table. "To the lovebird newlyweds!"
By now most of the partygoers had gone- the alcohol supply was nearly depleted. Those who remained in the flat were both friends of the "couple," and were completely trashed.
"I second that toast!" sputtered Ron. "To… who got married again?"
"I don't remember," Luna giggled, falling over on the couch she was sitting on.
Hermione groaned. "They need to leave, and we need sleep," she said, as she buried her head into Harry's shoulder. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist to prevent her from falling over for the sixth time that night.
"It's nearly two in the morning," Harry said quietly- for Hermione flinched whenever she encountered loud noises. "We could probably kick them all out soon enough."
"You can't kick them all out just yet-" said a voice from the doorway. "For I have just arrived."
"There's no more alcohol!" Hermione said as loudly as she could to the new guest. "Go get wasted somewhere else."
"Oh, Hermione," Draco Malfoy said, stepping closer to the swaying couple. "It's like you don't know me at all."
"Malfoy," Harry said bitterly. "What do you want?"
"Nothing besides taking advantage of a few wasted beauties," Draco stated smugly. "… or just one. Hello Ginevra."
"D-Draco," Ginny stuttered as Malfoy approached her. "You didn't come to the party."
"No, and I'm sorry for that," Draco murmured, resting his hands on her hips. "But I can still have all the fun I want. What do you say?"
"But I (hiccup) hate you," Ginny stated bluntly, though leaning closer to him.
"No one listening, love," said Draco as he nibbled on her earlobe. "My place it is."
Taking her hand, he led her to the door. Before they could leave, however, Hermione stopped them.
"Malfoy," she said slowly, swaying on the spot- Harry had left her side to tell those left at the party that it was time to go. "You know she'll only hex your arse into the next oblivion once she figures out what you did."
"Shhhh," Draco said, placing a finger over his smiling lips. "She's not really all that drunk. Trust me, I've seen her at her worst." With that, they left.
Hermione stood there for a minute, mouth slightly open and head tilted to the side. Harry broke her thoughts, coming up behind her and gently placing his hands on her waist.
"Everyone's gone," he murmured. "Finally. Why don't you go sleep? I'll clean up."
"But that's not fair," Hermione said, leaning backwards into his embrace. "I should help clean up."
"You're slightly tipsy, Hermione," said Harry. "And the mess isn't that bad. Go sleep."
"If you say so," Hermione said, yawning. "But call me in here if you want help." She turned around and nestled her head in the crook of his neck. "But try not to need my help, please?"
Harry chuckled. "I won't need your help, go sleep."
Hermione nodded her head, gave Harry a quick hug then stumbled towards her bedroom. Harry couldn't help himself from laughing softly when Hermione knocked herself into the couch and fell right on the floor. His thoughts stopped completely when he saw that her jeans were in fact very low, and dipped lower to reveal…
"Hermione does not own a G-string," Harry said, blinking several times. He watched her get up and walk into her bedroom; try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes off that slightly exposed, sexy article of clothing.
"That's it," he said with finality. "I can't take it anymore. I have to know."
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musical inspiration- five colours in her hair by mcfly