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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,452
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Four
A/N: Honestly, I hate really long A/N\'s, so I will make this short, sweet, and to the point (K.I.S.S.): thanks for the reviews, they are appreciated immensely. Reason for past/present tense switches, some things are thoughts, so they will not have past tense, but all else is. And...reason for shorter chapters are a) I go to University and b) I personally do not like LONG chapters, but I\'ll try and make future ones a tad longer. Thanks! =)
Chapter 4
Breakfast was uneventful, as far as breakfast with Harry goes. He ate a lot and Hermione tried not to be too distracted with his less than gentlemanly eating habits. Funny that is, she thought, whenever we have gone out and there have been other women present, he was always careful about his table manners. She mentally snorted to herself. That is because I am just one of the guys…just Hermione. Oh well, can’t win them all.
They returned to her flat after walking through Muggle London to the Leaky Cauldron. Getting back to her flat, they both collapsed upon the divan. Neither once could move, for the amount of food they had ingested. After about thirty minutes, Hermione looked at Harry with a questioning look in her eyes. He had his eyes closed.
“What?” Harry asked.
“What, what?” Hermione inquired, and just a bit startled that he seemed to know that she was going to start asking questions.
“What are you thinking about? You seemed as if you were going to start talking,” explained Harry.
“Well, you usually come over and climb in my bed when only a few scenarios have occurred,” Hermione began.
“And you want to know what’s going on with me. Am I right?” he asked, finally opening his eyes and looking at her. “I do come over for other reasons too,” he added.
“Well…yeah, I mean you are one of my best friends, and I do know you very well. So what’s eating at you that you couldn’t wait until tonight?” she asked.
“I can’t just come over and spend quality time with one of my best friends?” teased Harry.
“Of course you can, you just rarely do. You are a star Quidditch player, and are still the boy-who-lived to the wizarding world.”
Harry flinched at that last title. He hateat tat title that he had been given when he was only a year old. Especially since it has been ten years since Voldemort was taken care of, once and for all. There were still many people who referred to him as the boy-who-lived. You’d think, after almost twenty years of hearing that I’d be used to it, he thought. But no, it still bugged him
“You know I hate that bloody ‘title’ Hermione. I am not just that boy. I am just Harry.”
“I know that. If you recall correctly, I am one of the ones that stuck with you, no matter what fate flung at you. I stuck around through all the garbage that people were saying. Even when Ron wasn’t there, I was. So, nobody knows how ‘just Harry’ you are better than me. Now, I care about you and love you, so spill it, or else…” Hermione tried to sound semi-threatening.
From the look on Harry’s face, she gathered that she wasn’t all that intimidating. In fact, by the smile that crept across his features, it had the opposite effect. Never fails, she thought, anyone but him would actually be slightly intimidated by her ‘McGonagall’ look.
Harry sighed and said, “I just want to spend some time with you.”
“And…”
Chapter 4
Breakfast was uneventful, as far as breakfast with Harry goes. He ate a lot and Hermione tried not to be too distracted with his less than gentlemanly eating habits. Funny that is, she thought, whenever we have gone out and there have been other women present, he was always careful about his table manners. She mentally snorted to herself. That is because I am just one of the guys…just Hermione. Oh well, can’t win them all.
They returned to her flat after walking through Muggle London to the Leaky Cauldron. Getting back to her flat, they both collapsed upon the divan. Neither once could move, for the amount of food they had ingested. After about thirty minutes, Hermione looked at Harry with a questioning look in her eyes. He had his eyes closed.
“What?” Harry asked.
“What, what?” Hermione inquired, and just a bit startled that he seemed to know that she was going to start asking questions.
“What are you thinking about? You seemed as if you were going to start talking,” explained Harry.
“Well, you usually come over and climb in my bed when only a few scenarios have occurred,” Hermione began.
“And you want to know what’s going on with me. Am I right?” he asked, finally opening his eyes and looking at her. “I do come over for other reasons too,” he added.
“Well…yeah, I mean you are one of my best friends, and I do know you very well. So what’s eating at you that you couldn’t wait until tonight?” she asked.
“I can’t just come over and spend quality time with one of my best friends?” teased Harry.
“Of course you can, you just rarely do. You are a star Quidditch player, and are still the boy-who-lived to the wizarding world.”
Harry flinched at that last title. He hateat tat title that he had been given when he was only a year old. Especially since it has been ten years since Voldemort was taken care of, once and for all. There were still many people who referred to him as the boy-who-lived. You’d think, after almost twenty years of hearing that I’d be used to it, he thought. But no, it still bugged him
“You know I hate that bloody ‘title’ Hermione. I am not just that boy. I am just Harry.”
“I know that. If you recall correctly, I am one of the ones that stuck with you, no matter what fate flung at you. I stuck around through all the garbage that people were saying. Even when Ron wasn’t there, I was. So, nobody knows how ‘just Harry’ you are better than me. Now, I care about you and love you, so spill it, or else…” Hermione tried to sound semi-threatening.
From the look on Harry’s face, she gathered that she wasn’t all that intimidating. In fact, by the smile that crept across his features, it had the opposite effect. Never fails, she thought, anyone but him would actually be slightly intimidated by her ‘McGonagall’ look.
Harry sighed and said, “I just want to spend some time with you.”
“And…”