Family Heirlooms (Edited/complete)

(AN: Sorry it's taken me a bit to update but i have to do this from work and I get busy sometimes. lol thanks to everyone for their compliments and suggestions. I was really very flattered. Hope you like chapter two!)


Chapter two

Hermione’s eyes widened and she gasped softly. “Then that means that Lucius Malfoy….” Harry nodded. “He was there the night that my parents were killed or Voldemort gave it to him as a reward for his loyalty. I don’t know I just wonder why he’s chosen to give it to me NOW. Now that he’s in Azkaban and I can’t get to him.” Hermione’s lips turned up in a mischievous grin before saying in a matter of fact tone. “Maybe he wants you to marry him and come be his bitch!” (an: thanks to girl_anachronism for that idea)

Harry’s head shot up with a stunned expression on his face before he burst out laughing. Hermione loved the sound of his laugh but sighed. “You’re probably right Harry. He knows that you can’t get to him now that he’s in Azkaban.” Harry nodded but the laughter in his eyes faded and glinted with anger. Hermione shivered, hoping that she would never see that look on his face aimed in HER direction. “There’s another thing. The first time that I wore the ring I had a vision of my mother standing above me. She was wearing the ring only the stone was a bright blue. It wasn’t swirling in confusion like it is now. I was wondering if perhaps you knew of a book that could tell me about this ring.” Hermione thought for a moment and then grinned. “I believe that I saw a book that might help you at Flourish and Blotts just a few weeks ago. We could go now and look.”

Harry just sat there looking at her for a moment thinking, Does she have ANY idea how wonderful she is? Where did THAT thought come from? Hermione sat there squirming under his intense green gaze. Why is he looking at me like that? “Harry what is it?” Harry shook his head and gazed back at her. “Nothing I was thinking about the next thing that I saw. I turned my head and there was another baby lying beside me. I don’t know who it was. Surely if they were of a relation to me Dumbledore or even McGonagall would have said something to me wouldn’t they?” Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know Harry. They wouldn’t if they had a really good reason though.” Harry sighed and Hermione laid her hands on top of his clasped ones. Immediately both felt shivers run up both of their arms at the contact and Hermione jerked away as if she’d been burned.

They stared at each other before Hermione broke the uncomfortable silence. “Yes…well um we had better get moving if we want to get there before they close.” Harry nodded but still silently watched her as she got up and moved towards the fireplace. He caught himself as he slowly let his eyes roam up and down her deliciously curvy form. When did she get so hot? He wondered before mentally slapping himself. STOP IT! She’s your best friend. She looks at you like a brother for goodness sakes! You can’t look at her like that! He noticed that Hermione had stopped and was looking at him with a confused expression on her face. “Harry? Are you coming?” she asked. I’m going to be coming if she touches me again…he thought before biting the inside of his cheek to make himself stop thinking like that. He nodded guiltily and watched as she grinned before yelling “DIAGON ALLEY!”

Harry laughed as he knew what she was thinking. She was thinking of the time back in second year when he’d first used floo powder and had ran the words diagon alley together and ended up in Nocturne Alley instead. Luckily he had been saved by Hagrid. But neither she nor Ron had ever stopped teasing him about running those words together every time they used floo powder. He stepped into the fireplace and dropped his powder; begin extra careful in his pronunciation of the words. Within seconds he stepped out into Diagon Alley. Harry dusted himself off before joining Hermione at the door to Flourish and Blotts bookstore. They walked inside and the shop keeper smiled and waved at Hermione. “Frequent visits I would imagine?” Harry asked with a grin. Hermione blushed but met his gaze. “As a matter of fact yes.” Harry followed Hermione around the store until she came upon the book that she was looking for.

“Here it is! Madame Bijou’s book of rings, pendants, and other mystical artifacts.” Hermione’s voice rang with excitement causing Harry to grin again. They went up to the counter and Harry paid for the book. They left the store and returned to Harry’s flat. Hermione sat down on the couch and sat Indian style with the book in her lap. She idly began twirling a lock of brown hair around her finger as she flipped through the pages. Harry sat down next to her as close as he dared and started to read the book with her. Harry wondered if he should open a window when Hermione turned to him and said “Can you make out with me?” Harry’s heart jumped into his throat and his eyes about bulged out of their sockets. “What?” he said with a gulp.

“I said can you make out with me this book?” Hermione repeated. Harry desperately tried to hide the pounding of his heart and the blush that was creeping up his neck into his cheeks. “Um….yeah….sure…” he said and pointed to one of the rings. “This sort of looks like it but I was hoping that we could find an exact match though.” He said. Hermione meanwhile was trying not to notice how good he smelled or how good he looked in his dark green t shirt that brought out his eyes that were brilliant magnified slightly by the cute little glasses he wore. His black hair was disheveled as always but it made him look so sexy. Her gaze roamed down to his lips and watched as they opened and closed as he spoke. She imagined them leaning down to brush hers when his voice snapped her back to reality.

“Hermione? Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face. “You sort of zoned out there for a second.” He said when her gaze snapped back up to his eyes. The way she’d been looking at him caused an uncomfortable tightening in his jeans. He quickly grabbed a pillow from behind him and laid it down in his lap hoping that she wouldn’t notice. Hermione cleared her throat and went back to the book. Harry found himself staring at her profile and letting his gaze wander to her chest, realizing for the first time how low cut her shirt was. Hermione cut her eyes to glance at him quickly and was stunned to see where he was staring. Could it be possible that he’s as attracted to me as I am to him? She pushed her hair back to expose her neck and scooted closer to him.

Harry visibly gulped. “What do you think of that ring Harry?” she said quietly. “It’s beautiful.” He said immediately not even looking at the picture of the hideous ring she’d been pointing to. “Yeah? What about this one?” she said and pointed to another. “Mmm hmm. It’s very nice.” He said still staring at her. It was then that both of them realized their faces were within inches of each other. Their eyes both slid closed and just as they leaned in……