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Author Note: Hi guys! Thanks for all the reviews! :D I hope you all like this new chapter To whoever was unsure about why they had to get married in a month : was simply cause it takes a while to plan a wedding and Harry is busy at work!

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Chapter 5.

Hermione had left the florists in mixed emotions, she felt quite relaxed as she trusted Madam Sprout's judgement and expertise, but her argument with Harry was niggling at her. After giving Madam Sprout instructions on how to get to Malfoy Manor, Ginny had dragged Hermione back to The Leaky Cauldron for another drink before they both apparated home. As she straightened up from her rather wobbly arrival in the lounge she noticed the now familiar red light of the answer phone winking at her. She jabbed at the button and Harry's voice floated into the room.

Hey sweet,

Hermione glowered at the machine.

Hope you've cheered up a bit. Didn't mean to get you riled up. We're really busy here - but I feel terrible for leaving you with all the planning… you know I'd rather be with you than stuck here with Ro -

There was a muffled protest, then Ron's voice just audibly, whispering `Go on, do the `I love you' bit' Hermione rolled her eyes, the scuffle quietened down and Harry's voice returned.

… I love you and I miss you and I'm sorry and… will you ring me back when you get in please?

A smile tugged at the corner of Hermione's mouth, and she picked up the phone, her fingers flitting over the numbers.

"Hello?" Harry's voice answered, sounding a little gravelly from sleep.

"It's me."

"It's late." He groaned sleepily, Hermione cleared her throat meaningfully, "You got my message?" Harry asked sweetly.

"Evidently." Hermione answered shortly.

"Aww, c'mon!" Harry wheedled, "You can't still be angry about flowers."

"Hmmf." Hermione huffed, flopping onto the sofa and pulling her knees up to her chest.

"I'm sorry. It's not my fault I'm holed up in this hotel room…"

"I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you." Hermione replied, but she was grinning and it carried through her voice.

"You can't blame me." Harry replied, "I'm injured."

"What happened?" She asked, standing up and heading into the bedroom. She rolled her eyes as Harry described how Ron had left a cufflink on the floor and he'd stood on it, "Well don't bottle up all that pain… you know, let it all out…" she teased playfully.

"I won't suffer in silence when I can still moan, whimper, and complain." Harry teased back. Hermione snorted.

"Wimp."

"Heartless."

There was a silence for a few minutes, then Harry's voice piped up again. "What're you doing?" he asked sheepishly.

"Getting ready for bed," Hermione answered, tugging off her socks and putting on her pyjamas.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Getting ready for my cold, empty, lonely bed." She said with a theatrical sigh. She heard Harry give some kind of growl down the phone and grinned, wriggling down between the sheets.

"What are you wearing?"

"Harry!"

"What? I was just wondering whether you had that silky thing I bought you for Valentines…"

"No, you know I only wear that on special occasions." Hermione laughed, as Harry tried to restrain a groan. They were silent for a few more minutes.

"So, have you forgiven me?"

"I suppose." She sighed, hearing him chuckle in response. "I better get to sleep, it's very late and I've got a full day tomorrow."

"Okay," Harry answered sounding more than a little regretful, "Sweet dreams."

"Night," Hermione smiled and replaced the phone in the cradle next to her bed. She rolled over and directed her wand at the light switch, sending the room into darkness. Her eyelids slid shut and she began drifting off to sleep when there was a creak, then the side of the mattress dipped under a weight. She leapt up with a yelp, but smothered it when she saw Harry's face smiling up at her from the pillow.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's nice… I can go back to the hotel if you'd rather!" Harry sniffed, with a mock pout, tugging on her hand and pulling her back into bed. Hermione's retort was cut off as Harry managed to manoeuvre himself over her and plant a kiss onto her lips. She decided it wasn't worth the customary banter, and looped her hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. It had only been a few days, but it seemed like years, feeling the weight of him on her, his mouth, as his tongue probed she couldn't hold back an appreciative moan.

Harry felt heat rush through his body as Hermione kissed him back hungrily, her hands ran down his back and began tugging at his shirt. He let her drag it over his head, their lips parting only for a moment. Hermione felt her breath catch in her chest, like it did every time she felt his skin against hers, her hands pulled demandingly at his trousers and had soon pushed them down along with his boxers. Harry pulled his head up from her lips and grinned down at her, his fingers tracing the hem of the huge tee-shirt she was wearing.

"So you're really not wearing the silk…" he said, pretending to be disappointed. Hermione giggled, as he pushed the soft cotton up and began leaving small open mouthed kisses all over her stomach. "Don't worry I don't mind, it's coming off anyway…"

"Oh, thanks. You make me feel so attractive." Hermione said sarcastically as the tee-shirt came off and her head appeared, Harry's eyes took in her messy hair and grin and his eyes glittered. He caught her lips in a bruising kiss, one of his hands sought out hers and twined their fingers together, pushing it above her head. His other hand skimmed down her side, his fingertips relishing the silky feel of her skin, Hermione's toes curled into the mattress and her back arched towards him.

Hermione was curled on her side, Harry spooning her, his arm slung around her waist, her feet tucked between his. He pressed a kiss to the beck of her neck, and she shifted slightly, releasing a purr of satisfaction.

"Thanks for coming over. I've been missing you," she said, rolling over to face him.

"I've been missing you more, at least you've got things to keep your mind off me. I just have Quidditch, which leaves a lot of time for day dreaming about what me and you could be doing if we were together."

"Harry!" Hermione poked him indignantly, not hiding her grin. "Anyway this wedding planning is very difficult and stressful I'll have you know, that's why I was on a short fuse on the phone."

"Hmm," Harry murmured, smirking at her, "I just didn't get why you were getting so worked up over flowers, but its understandable, some women get excited about nothing."

"Some women get excited about nothing, and then marry him." She teased, stroking her hand across his chest.

"Oi," Harry protested, but couldn't keep the grin of his face, as her hand slid across his skin. "So you think I'm nothing do you?"

Hermione squeaked as he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him. "Well… not nothing." She admitted, leaning down to kiss his grin. She wriggled free and slid down beside him, yawning loudly. "I love you," she murmured sleepily.

"I love you too." Harry yawned in reply, planting a last kiss to her shoulder before closing his eyes.

Hermione woke with a wide smile as the night's events flashed back to her. The smile faltered as she realised that the opposite side of the bed was empty. She kicked back the duvet and got up to shower. Washed and dressed she entered the kitchen to make breakfast, as she clicked on the percolator and poured cereal a note on the counter caught her eye.

Morning, sorry I didn't wake you to say goodbye but you look so beautiful when you sleep. Last night was amazing, Roger is going to kill me cause I'm late for the Barkshire match but it was so worth it. Love, Harry.

Hermione grinned, as she buttered her toast and bit in. The phone started ringing loudly, and she snatched it up,

"Hello?"

"Hermione? It's Lavender! I just heard you got Estelle Maxime to design your dress!"

"Er… yep. Brilliant isn't it?"

"Brilliant?!" Lavender screeched, "She's amazing Hermione, your going to look amazing!"

"Good," Hermione answered grinning, "At least it's not going to be one of those horrendous meringues…"

"Yeah. Good job." Lavender agreed laughing. "So what are you up to today?"

"I'm not sure." Hermione said with a shrug, "Ginny confiscated my agenda, she said it was stressing me out too much,"

"Ginny's taken over organisation? From you?" Lavender said in disbelief. Hermione rolled her eyes,

"Yes, I am capable of letting others make decisions you know."

"Hmm." The bridesmaid hummed noncommittally. "Anyway," she continued, "I was ringing to ask when you want me and Luna to come for a dress fitting."

"Err… you'd probably need to ask Ginny." Hermione said grudgingly, Lavender laughed.

"Alright. I'll give her a ring later. Take it easy darling. I'll see you soon."

"Bye," Hermione smiled, hanging up the phone and dialling Ginny.

It's a short chapter, sorry! But I thought it would be better to get it up before I go abroad for a month. So enjoy and I'll get a new one out as soon as possible when I get back

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