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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,451
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Chapter 3
As the sky began to turn grey, there was a movement within Hermione’s flat. Always one to get up early, she began to stir. She stretched and bumped into another body. Then she remembered that she wasn’t alone last night. That’s a first in a long while, she thought. Kind of pathetic that the only other person ever in her bed was Harry. Not quite the romantic ideal a young woman has, or not-so-young woman, she thought wryly to herself.
She rolled over and was met with a pair of emerald eyes.
“Oh, sorry Harry, I was trying to be quiet and you you sleep longer,” Hermione apologized.
“That’s not a problem. Since I got here at five last night and fell asleep right away, I think that I am rested enough to get up at the crack of dawn with the other early birds of the world,” Harry smirked at her. Ever since he had known her, she was always the early riser. But what got him, was that while they were in school, she not only got up really early, she was also up extremely late at night. It’s a wonder she never became seriously ill back in school, he thought.
Harry watched Hermione get up and amble her way into the bathroom. He was concerned for her. For the last ten years, she has been alone, with the exception of him, Ron, and Crookshanks. Never has she told him of dates or boyfriends. It’s not that she isn’t pretty enough, or smart enough, although the latter of the two might intimidate a lot of men, but still, he thought. She should have a husband and a family, or at least family on the way by now. Why doesn’t she?
Hermione emerged from the bathroom and headed straight into the kitchen. This brought Harry out of his reverie.
“Oh no you don’t, woman. You’re not stepping one foot in there to make anything. We’re going out to breakfast,” Harry stated.
“Excuse me?” Hermione began. Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew from her tone that she had her hands on her hips and her head tilted. “I’ll have you know that Mrs. Weasley taught ell ell in the art of cooking, and with that under my belt, I was finally able to relax enough to get Muggle-style lessons from my mother. So I can cook for any occasion.”
“It’s not that. I know you can cook. I have eaten your food and am still alive to attest to that,” Harry cringed as he knew that she was about ready to march back into the bedroom and attempt to throttle him a good one.
Harry quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom before she could get to him.
“Harry James Potter, you’re going to pay for that smart comment when you emerge from there,” she declared.
Harry quickly turned on the shower before she finished speaking.
“What was that, ‘Mione? Can’t quite hear you with the water running. Just let me shower and then we’ll chat some more,” he quipped.
Shaking her head and smiling, Hermione turned to the bed and made it. She took his Quidditch robes over to the hamper and put them in there. She then went to her armoire and took out a spare change of clothes that Harry left here for just such occasions. Then she counted down from ten on her fingers. By the time she got to five, the water shut off, and when she ran out of fingers, Harry called to her from the bathroom.
“’Mione? Could you grab me a change of clothes. I seem to have–“
Hermione was already at the door and opened it while reaching through with the clothes she had picked out for him already.
“Oh, thanks ‘Mione. Appreciate it very much,” Harry almost sounded surprised, but not quite. They were able to almost read each others’ thoughts after being friends for this long.
“Not a problem, Harry.”
Hermione went into the living room and sat down on the divan next to Crookshanks, who was lying in a patch of sun and looking like he had just eaten the canary. She turned on the tele, saw the same things from last night, turnturned it off. Walking over to her stereo, she was about to turn on WWN, then decided to put on a CD.
Hermione was just waiting for Harry to talk about whatever it is that he came over here a night early for, but then thought he seemed to be procrastinating for some reason. She shrugged and thought, oh well. He’ll spill it eventually. It’s not like I want him to leave right away. We do rarely get to spend some good time together anymore. Between our work schedules, it’s a wonder we can even get together once a month.
Harry had come out of the bathroom and was standing in the doorway of the living room, watching Hermione and wondering what she was thinking about. He watched her for a few moments before making his presence known.
“You ready to go get some breakfast? I’m starving,” Harry said.
“Yeah, and you look it too,” Hermione shot back with a smile.
“Ha ha. You are such the comedian these days. You may be in the wrong profession, did you know that?”
“Alright Mr. Sensitive and Mr. Hungry…let’s go and get you some food before you get carried away by a breeze,” Hermione replied as they left her flat and went into London to their favorite little café.
As the sky began to turn grey, there was a movement within Hermione’s flat. Always one to get up early, she began to stir. She stretched and bumped into another body. Then she remembered that she wasn’t alone last night. That’s a first in a long while, she thought. Kind of pathetic that the only other person ever in her bed was Harry. Not quite the romantic ideal a young woman has, or not-so-young woman, she thought wryly to herself.
She rolled over and was met with a pair of emerald eyes.
“Oh, sorry Harry, I was trying to be quiet and you you sleep longer,” Hermione apologized.
“That’s not a problem. Since I got here at five last night and fell asleep right away, I think that I am rested enough to get up at the crack of dawn with the other early birds of the world,” Harry smirked at her. Ever since he had known her, she was always the early riser. But what got him, was that while they were in school, she not only got up really early, she was also up extremely late at night. It’s a wonder she never became seriously ill back in school, he thought.
Harry watched Hermione get up and amble her way into the bathroom. He was concerned for her. For the last ten years, she has been alone, with the exception of him, Ron, and Crookshanks. Never has she told him of dates or boyfriends. It’s not that she isn’t pretty enough, or smart enough, although the latter of the two might intimidate a lot of men, but still, he thought. She should have a husband and a family, or at least family on the way by now. Why doesn’t she?
Hermione emerged from the bathroom and headed straight into the kitchen. This brought Harry out of his reverie.
“Oh no you don’t, woman. You’re not stepping one foot in there to make anything. We’re going out to breakfast,” Harry stated.
“Excuse me?” Hermione began. Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew from her tone that she had her hands on her hips and her head tilted. “I’ll have you know that Mrs. Weasley taught ell ell in the art of cooking, and with that under my belt, I was finally able to relax enough to get Muggle-style lessons from my mother. So I can cook for any occasion.”
“It’s not that. I know you can cook. I have eaten your food and am still alive to attest to that,” Harry cringed as he knew that she was about ready to march back into the bedroom and attempt to throttle him a good one.
Harry quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom before she could get to him.
“Harry James Potter, you’re going to pay for that smart comment when you emerge from there,” she declared.
Harry quickly turned on the shower before she finished speaking.
“What was that, ‘Mione? Can’t quite hear you with the water running. Just let me shower and then we’ll chat some more,” he quipped.
Shaking her head and smiling, Hermione turned to the bed and made it. She took his Quidditch robes over to the hamper and put them in there. She then went to her armoire and took out a spare change of clothes that Harry left here for just such occasions. Then she counted down from ten on her fingers. By the time she got to five, the water shut off, and when she ran out of fingers, Harry called to her from the bathroom.
“’Mione? Could you grab me a change of clothes. I seem to have–“
Hermione was already at the door and opened it while reaching through with the clothes she had picked out for him already.
“Oh, thanks ‘Mione. Appreciate it very much,” Harry almost sounded surprised, but not quite. They were able to almost read each others’ thoughts after being friends for this long.
“Not a problem, Harry.”
Hermione went into the living room and sat down on the divan next to Crookshanks, who was lying in a patch of sun and looking like he had just eaten the canary. She turned on the tele, saw the same things from last night, turnturned it off. Walking over to her stereo, she was about to turn on WWN, then decided to put on a CD.
Hermione was just waiting for Harry to talk about whatever it is that he came over here a night early for, but then thought he seemed to be procrastinating for some reason. She shrugged and thought, oh well. He’ll spill it eventually. It’s not like I want him to leave right away. We do rarely get to spend some good time together anymore. Between our work schedules, it’s a wonder we can even get together once a month.
Harry had come out of the bathroom and was standing in the doorway of the living room, watching Hermione and wondering what she was thinking about. He watched her for a few moments before making his presence known.
“You ready to go get some breakfast? I’m starving,” Harry said.
“Yeah, and you look it too,” Hermione shot back with a smile.
“Ha ha. You are such the comedian these days. You may be in the wrong profession, did you know that?”
“Alright Mr. Sensitive and Mr. Hungry…let’s go and get you some food before you get carried away by a breeze,” Hermione replied as they left her flat and went into London to their favorite little café.