The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 2
Dinner Fantasies

Hermione stood alone in Diagon Alley within minutes of walking time from the restaurant, and soon Harry and Ron arrived looking for her. “Took you long enough,” Hermione said sarcastically.

Harry looked at her, imagining her without her cloak on, and started to feel really good; until Ron nudged him in the back. Ron then pushed him to follow Hermione, who was walking ahead. Hermione stopped and waited for them to catch up; she pushed her way between the two men, swinging her arms around them. She liked this – it reminded her of their school days. However, the moment was gone as her ears perked up to yells and excitement.

“Oh look!! It’s Harry Potter”, Hermione saw a woman with an off white cloak holler out. Within seconds, several wizards and witches were rushing over to the three of them.

The woman who had pronounced their arrival was the first to ask Harry for his autograph. Harry was obliged to assist her with a pen as he signed his name. While others waited, another woman came up to Hermione and asked if she would sign a piece of quill. After Hermione signed the autograph, the man that was with the woman took a picture of Hermione and the lady. It was an hilarious scene because Harry wasn’t the only one handing out autographed quills and pictures; Hermione and Ron where just as busy as he was. Soon after Hogwarts, each of the famous three became famous. Wherever they where, they were either signing autographs or even getting their pictures taken for the Daily Prophet. Ron, who had always been jealous of Harry’s fame, loved being in the limelight. Although Hermione was okay with all the attention, at times it would get absurd.

Writers for the Daily Prophet would sometimes wait outside her home and confront her whenever she stepped outside. It was getting crazy that was until Hermione put a contrans charm on the front yard. Whenever a reporter would show up at her front door, he or she would be sent back to their offices. Hermione always laughed when she saw the looks on their faces when they where flying backwards instead of knocking on the door. Coming back to reality, Hermione looked over to Ron, who was smiling and enjoying himself.

Soon after the crowd had dissipated, they got back together and walked up to the concierge. He was a small man with a black suit, tie and a top hat to match. “What a lovely surprise it is, to see such wonderful people dinning with us tonight.” The man said brightly.

Harry was the one to speak, “Yes, thank you, I do apologize but I do not believe we have reservations. Would there be any chance of getting a table for three this late in?”

The man looked at Harry with a puzzled expression. “Oh sir, there is no need for you to make reservations. Here is a wonderful table by the grand veranda.” The wizard said showing them to their seats.

Ron, Hermione and Harry took their seats and picked up their menus. “So, what are you in the mood for Hermione?” asked Harry looking to her right. Harry was already looking at her though, with an odd sort of expression on his face.

It reminded Hermione of a kid in a candy store. “Oh, I don’t know shrimp scampi sounds good.”

Harry replied licking his lips.

When Hermione saw this though it made her tingle; him licking his lips brought a certain urge to Hermione’s body. What was this feeling? She suddenly felt weak, but at the same time full of sexual energy. Harry was beginning to look really good, like something she wanted to eat up and swallow. What was she going to do? This was defiantly something she had never felt before, at least not towards Harry Potter.

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After dinner Ron, Harry and Hermione walked the streets of Diagon Alley. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off Hermione. She was so intoxicating and it was filling Harry with a sense of lust and power towards her. Her cloak was so fitting and tight to her body that it made him want to scream in angst. “Why was he acting this way?” he thought to himself. Never in his life had he felt so intrigued and wanton over another female as he was with Hermione tonight. He had only had meaningless relationships with other witches, which mostly included sex and maybe some dating. The longest relationship he had had, was with the woman he was with now, and she wasn’t even a person Harry could see spending the rest of his life with. Patricia was for show; a beautiful witch that every man in the wizarding world wanted to display on his wall as a trophy.

Harry liked her and they got along well enough. She just wasn’t marriage material, and Harry figured she never would be. Patricia was a woman of great wealth and power – every man and woman wanted her. She was a snob, and almost always a bitch to those who she thought was less then her (this being Hermione). In the many times that Patricia had tried to turn Harry’s hormones up a notch, it would never compare to the feeling he was contriving towards Hermione tonight. Harry watched Hermione laugh and talk, and it was making the bulge in his pants increase at an expedient rate. Something was with her, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. She seemed like she was enjoying herself, but Harry could tell there was something missing from the puzzle.

Hermione looked over at Harry and smiled. Harry had a way about him when he smiled; it brought shivers down Hermione’s spine. He was looking spectacularly sexy tonight. He almost looked mysterious, with his deep black cloak on that brought out his muscles and fabulous pecks. Hermione couldn’t peer her eyes away; she tried but was failing miserably. Ron was speaking to her, but Hermione’s mind was millions of miles away. She was imagining herself with Harry, ripping his cloak off and throwing it to the floor. Grazing her hands all over his chest, and pulling his hot sweaty body close to her. Imagining herself wrapped around his body seemed to over do it, because she stopped walking. She definitely needed a breather after the extreme sexual fantasy.

“Everything alright, Hermione?” Ron asked innocently looking worried.

Hermione looked up, now having more then a normal grin across her face. “Oh, yeah I just was wondering if you wanted some coffee, and ice cream. What do you think Harry?”

Harry smiled and they started walking to the nearest ice cream parlor. Hermione wasn’t thinking about ice cream though. She knew what she would ‘do’ with the ice cream, but she wasn’t thinking about eating it. Hermione looked over at Harry, not realizing that she was now blushing. Harry looked at her innocently, although his thoughts remained scandalous. Hermione wasn’t the only person who was thinking of not eating the ice cream though, Harry in fact was thinking of other sensual ways of using it.

They stepped into Marty’s Creameries and took a seat in the back of the parlor. Harry plucked some menus from the opposite table and handed them out. Hermione gazed over the sund She She was thinking of a banana sundae and suddenly got another tempting image in her head that she had to get away, or she would be sorry. She had to stop these thoughts. She was sure that if she didn’t Ron, or God forbid, Harry would notice. Then what a predicament she would be in…

Harry looked over at Hermione and realized she was blushing; this aroused him even more Why this would impulse him to be turned on, he had no idea. Harry scanned at the sundaes; he looked over the hot fudge sundae. But, was imagining another treat; Hermione’s soft body around him to complete his own sundae. Harry looked at Ron who was looking at his menu, and realized that if he was to keep these sexual thoughts up he was sure to be done for.

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After indulging in many fattening desserts, Hermione, Harry and Ron disapparated to Hermione’s house. Harry and Ron walked Hermione inside and joined her in the kitchen. Harry was still interested in asking her what was with her, but decided to wait until he was alone with her. Luckily Ron insisted he needed to leave, explaining that he had an early meeting with his team in the morning.

“Harry, can I see you outside for a sec?” Ron asked looking insistent. Harry was worried what was coming.

“Oh yeah,” Harry said still looking unpleasant about the idea. He knew Ron was skeptical about Harry’s strange behavior throughout the night, and he wasn’t looking forward to a beating.

Ron and Harry walked out of the kitchen and onto the porch, leaving Hermione to herself. Ron slowly turned around to face Harry, wearing a questionable facial expression. “What the bloody hell was wrong with you tonight man?” Ron yelled looking worried.

“What are you playing at?” Harry said sounding innocent.

“Tonight, with Hermione!!! God man, you where looking at her like she was a damn veela!!” Ron screamed, red coming to his face.

“Sod off Ron, I was not.” Harry yelled now looking guiltier then ever.

“Oh come off it, I saw the way you were looking at her! You have a girlfriend and whatever you feel or want from her; you best get rid of it.” Ron yelled clenching his teeth.

Harry looked at him, and realized that Ron looked more upset then ever. “Come down Ron, I don’t think of Hermione like that, and of all people you should know. And if I did, who’s to say I can’t be with her. You’re not her boyfriend anymore and I really don’t think she ever will be, so I suggest you stop protecting her – especially from me. You’re the one who screwed that up.” Harry was beat red and was now clenching his teeth. This comment from Harry didn’t help the matter, because just then Ron drew up his fists and socked Harry right in the jaw. Ron being a tad bit smaller then Harry, the blow didn’t do much damage. Harry drew up his hand and touched his jaw, but before he could make more damage to Ron, Hermione came flying out of the house, grabbing Harry and pulling him backwards.

“Ron what the bloody hell do you think you where doing?” Hermione asked her face filled with fury. Ron looked at Harry, his eyes filled with disgust, soon enough Ron had apparated, to leave Hermione with Harry alone.

Hermione walked Harry back inside and sitting him in the nearest kitchen chair. Grabbing her wand out of her cloak, she healed his wound with a charm. “So what was that all about?” Hermione asked now looking at the kitchen table.

“Oh it was nothing,” Harry said while rubbing his jaw.

“Oh I see. Well, he needs to learn how to control his anger, that’s all I have to say.” Hermione said now leaning against the cabinet. Harry watched her and she walked over to the cabinets to lean on them. How he wished he was the cabinet she was leaning on...

He needed to talk to her, but wasn’t sure how to confront the issue. He quickly decided that he would just come out with it.

“Hermione”? Harry asked now getting out of the chair, walking over to her.

“Yeah?” Hermione turned to face him.

Harry slowly edged his way, closer to her, bringing out his arms and settling them at her waist. “Hun, I sense that something is bothering you. It’s been troubling me all night. I just want you to know, that you can come to me, wher yer you are in trouble or worried about something. You know that, right?”

Hermione looked over at him and stared into his eyes, and heard her heart melt. Harry knew just when to say the right things. Her legs where going to buckle she just knew it. Hermione opened her mouth, but no words seemed to come out. “I…I’m just having some tough times at work and I’m just depressed about it. It’s nothing; really…. there’s nothing you need worrying about. I’m fine I really am.” Hermione lied. She knew perfectly well that she wasn’t being truthful, let alone to herself. She was miserable and she just couldn’t handle the stress any longer. Harry was looking at her with such affection and worry, that Hermione just sank into his arms and sobbed.

Harry watched as Hermione felt pain and fell into his arms crying. He felt horrible - what was troubling her so much that she felt this way? He held her tight and close to his body, massaging her back and caressing her hair. “Oh honey, I am so sorry…Hermione It’s going to be alright, we will fix this. Whatever is going on, we will solve it. I promise you.” Harry said sincerely.

Hermione took her head from off Harry’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever known, and she wanted him and only him. Harry looked inhosehose beautiful brown eyes and felt complete. They both looked at each other; the forces of nature dared not seize what was to happen next. Harry leaned forward, while Hermione did the same, letting their lips fall on the other. Harry’s lips where more then what she had ever expected – so full; filled with love and passion.

Harry felt himself go numb to the touch of her soft ivory lips. Within seconds the two entwined people unlocked their kissing and stared into each other’s eyes.