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A Series of Theories	By : angelpi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 5294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Authors Note; I know I have been a
very bad girl for taking so long�. So punish me. Anyway you know the drill, I
don�t own them, wish I did, but alas no. But I get to do something better�.make
them do what I want.

This will be the beginning of what
I will be calling �A Series of Theories�, it was prompted by a review to �A
Night to Begin All Nights�. It is not necessary to read it first, but it does
help a little with the background. I am planning on having a number of
�Theories� our dear Harry and Hermione �test� and �re-test� cause only multiple
tests will allow for accurate results.�
Please review and enjoy�..

�Revenge Theory�

A sharp blow hit his shoulder.

�Bugger off Harry,� she said.

His hands slid over her jeans,
skimming the protruding hip bone. Teasing the waist, touching the skin just
below.

�Why? You like it,� he said, his
breath hot on her skin.

Now if he just hit the right spot.

Yeah, that�s it, just like that.

Goose bumps rose in waves not
dissimilar to the ocean tide.

Arms followed the path of the hands
pulling her slender form against his.

�Just stop it, will you! Some one
will see,� she said pulling away.

�So�

Lips trailed up the side of her
throat just as the lift chimed its arrival.

~�� ~�� ~

�I am so sorry, Mr Pisani, I promise it won�t happen again,� she
pleaded.

The young woman closed the door to
the flat to the disgruntled comments from her elderly neighbour.� Even after closing the door she could still
hear him venting his point of view.

�It�s a bloody disgrace. Exhibitionists
like you should not be seen in public. It must be outlawed. The most disgusting
display of lewdness I have ever seen in my life, young lady, do you hear me!�
he ranted.

And it went on and on.

�I�ll call the police, I will�

And on.

Slowly she hit her head against the
back of the timber door with every statement the old coot made. This would
definitely leave a bruise.

She had only moved in six months
ago, and already she had offended one of her neighbours.

Never in her life had she managed
to alienate another person before; well other than Draco Malfoy but he was an
exceptional case.

He deserved it anyway.

He pranced around as a first class
ferret, and as they say once a ferret always a ferret.

Leaning back against the door she
closed her eyes; she knew who to blame for the latest foray in the elevator. He
just couldn�t keep his hands to himself until they reached their flat�. Oh no!

He just had to torment her all
through dinner with her parents, then successfully molest her and simultaneously
drive the car on the way home, and finally maul her from the basement carpark
to their floor in the elevator, and continue his mauling when Mr Pisani entered
with his little dog FiFi on the ground floor.

The man had no decency.

�I blame you for this,� she said
pointing an accusing finger.

He was sitting on the lounge, feet
on the coffee table which was littered with a few of her text books, a
quidditch magazine and five odd �remotes
to turn on all of the recently purchased multi purpose entertainment devices in
the lounge room. Being a wizard certainly had its advantages � except learning
how to turn the muggle contraption on, then magic was absolutely no help.

He had commented recently that
someone needed a university degree just to work out what button needed to be
pressed to turn on the blasted television. Either that or be multi lingual in
Korean, French, Spanish and just to be sure German. This time however, he made
it work with little fuss, and was now watching the end of the football game he
was watching earlier with her father.

�Me?� he responded, hurt by her
accusations, a hand covering his heart.

�Yes. You!�

�No it can�t be me it has to be all you,� the
young man seemed oblivious, feeling his behaviour was just and right in the
world. Who wouldn�t, he was a man after all.

�Harry! You just gave our elderly
neighbour his own private porn show�

He just shrugged as the commentator
took the audience back to a brilliant play by Macarthur.

�Most action the old coot has
probably seen in the past fifty years,� Harry smirked at this, his eyes not
leaving the game on television and most pleased with his witty come back, that and
it was probably true anyway.

�Harry!�

He turned to look at her.

God
she�s sexy when she�s angry, he thought. Marveling at the fact that she
would get the cutest little crease between her eyes, the same little crease
that would appear when she was trying to fight off an impending orgasm; an
orgasm that HE gave her.

Now that was something to be proud
about.

�What? It�s the truth,� he said
feigning innocence, returning his gaze back to the screen.

�Honestly, you can�t say things
like that about people!�

By now she was getting flustered.
How could a grown man be so infuriating, so handsome, so care free, so much of
a prat all at once. This would remain a complete utter mystery to the female
race and she was sure there were other women who would agree.

She remembered Ginny saying as much
not long after she started dating her current loser boyfriend Darren Conroy �
Quidditch superstar. More like Quidditch loser. His ego had grown so much since
discovering he was dating the
ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter, he made sure to organize a press conference each
time he left his flat.

�

But now she was hard pressed to say
who the biggest prat; Darren or her supposed fianc�e. At the moment it was
definitely a tough call. Bookies were unlikely to indicate who had the best
odds on favourite. But still�.

Harry just shrugged and returned
his attention to the goal Manchester just scored
against Newcastle.
His money had been on Newcastle
and it looked like he was going to be hitting his future father-in-law up for a
few quid after the game.

�Aww,
come on Hermione, relax would you. I�m only having a bit of fun.�

Hermione did not think it was funny
to say the least. She was pissed and walked passed him towards their bedroom
without giving him a second glance.

It was just as well, considering
the fact she probably would have pureed his balls in the new blender he bought
her. That and the game must have taken a turn for the worst.

�

Harry was standing, waving the
television remote in his hands.

�The other way you twit, the ball
goes the other way,� he yelled.

�Him mumbling �bloody morons� was the last
thing she heard as she closed the bedroom door.

Leaning back against the bedroom
door Hermione had all intentions of getting into bed and going straight to
sleep. That would serve him right.

But a little payback wouldn�t go
astray. It seems Harry had a little fun at her expense; turnabout is fair play.

It was going to be a mutually
beneficial arrangement; just with a little twist.

A smirk appeared on her face as she
crossed to her wardrobe; she opened the door and knelt down to rummage through
her shoes.

This spot between her sensible work
pumps and her strappy diamante evening shoes was the
safest place on the planet to hide things. Harry had a phobia towards her
shoes; especially since that night when he home from work.

Hermione
still with her nose is a book walked into their bedroom, managing to negotiate
herself around his robes scattered on the floor. Harry had come in to use the
shower after a hard day at work. She had decided to wait for him to come out
then, they were off to dinner at the Burrow.

�Shit!�

Hermione
looked up out from her book. What she saw stunned her to the core. Harry was
standing there�just standing there in .. in.. well nothing, he was �stark naked, without clothes, in his birthday
suit. Well not just nothing, he did have something on. Following the direction
of his hands, which were in fact cupping his crown jewels, there on his feet
were her black diamonte heels she bought for the Gala
Ball next weekend.

Stunned
Hermione said the only thing that came to her mind.

�Work
those pumps baby, work them!!� she had said while watching his face turn a puce colour.

Honestly, he just wanted to see
what the fuss was about wearing high heels, since then every time he went near
her shoes she teased him mercilessly.

She had so much fun.

He
did look sexy though; I wonder if he has tried on any lingerie. Now that would
be a sight to behold, she thought.

But now she would have even more
fun.

Pulling out the black flat box from
under a pair of evening shoes, she looked at the flame red bow. It was bought
on an impulse. Forty-eight hours after their memorable movie after party and
the first time that either of them had left his flat. Just as well, being in
such close quarters would have proven disastrous to their health if they stayed
together any longer.

Dehydration, hunger, exhaustion,
muscle fatigue, and an over worked heart would of appeared on the doctor�s
report if they had met their untimely demise. The coroner would say �Death by
Orgasm� as the cause.

Would that actually be a legitimate
cause of death? You�d think so anyway.�

Imagine the shock the ladies from
�White Lady Funeral Home� would have when they try and fix her up for a
viewing. The permanent expressions of utter ecstasy on her face; she didn�t
think a tonne of foundation would have been able to
fix that one.

Oh! But what a
way to go.� At least her friends
and family would know that she died doing what she loved.

Or should that be doing who she loved?

Pulling on the red satin bow, it
fell away, unraveling itself to allow the holder to see under the cover. Placed
in between copious amounts of red tissue paper was the gossamer thin black
negligee. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than the plunging neckline with a
tiny red bow, which nestled nicely between her breasts.
The thing that set this article of clothing apart from anything else is the way
it skimmed, caressed, and enveloped her body. That was the thing she liked the
most.

Lets be honest here and she was in
no doubt that she was not the perfect size four super model.
But then again she was not obese either. It was the knowledge she looked good
which gave her the confidence to pull this off. And she would, as well as him.

Later.

If he was lucky.

Digging underneath the tissue was
the �other� articles she purchased
that day on impulse; two of them in fact. Walking over to the head of the bed
she attached one of the black fluffy hand cuffs to the right side then did the
same on the left. She hid them under the pillows on each side. Least he would
suspect anything to what he was in for later.

Backing to the bathroom door she
pointed her wand at their bed. Instantly the sheets folded back ready to get in
and a soft yellow glow appeared briefly on Harry�s side; indicating all was ready
for him when he got in. A sly smirk appeared on her face as she quietly closed
the door.

Let
the games begin��
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