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A Week with Hermione	By : Yerst Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Tuesday

The morning broke, yet Harry and Hermione still slept. Their inert bodshifshifted during the night,
bothering the bed sheets. Harry�s pillow
found its way to Hermione�s feet; the comforter became a crumpled pile under
Harry�s head; and the sheets gathered round Hermione�s body, which was still
wrapped in just a bikini. Yet her head remained
on Harry�s chest and his arm held faithfully to her shoulder. It wasn�t until noon
that the two finally woke.

Fully rested, Harry was stirred from his sleep by a warm
weight on his chest. Opening his eyes
slowly, he saw Hermione�s matted brown hair laid out under his neck and her
deep peach-colored body resting comfortably alongside his. His heart caught in his throat. Harry was torn between wanting to up up
before Hermione woke to avoid an awkward situation, and relaxing, enjoying the
touch of Hermione�s warm body against his.
He had never held anyone so close before. It excited within him an intense desire to
protect her, to save her from the world, to kiss her. A flood of more thoughts followed quickly and
Harry began feeling dizzy, like when he would fly too high on his broomstick.

Mentally shaking away the tendrils of such thoughts from his
mind, Harry nervously and slowly tried to ease his arm out from under
Hermione�s bare shoulders. It did no
good, for with the slightest movement Hermione�s eyelids fluttered open, and
soon a look of confusion found its way to her face. Puzzled, she looked up and her eyes widened
as she looked into Harry�s face. Her
cheeks turned red and Harry, transfixed, knew that she realized they were both
still in his bed.

�I�m sorry,� Hermione whispered, getting up quickly and
folding her arms across her chest. She
cleared her throat and said �I�m sorry� again, this time more controlled.

Harry got up after her as she walked down the hall to the
bathroom. �No wait,� he called. �Hermione, it�s okay.� He reached her and they stopped. '> Feeling more comfortable, he placed his hands
on her shoulders reassuringly. �It�s
okay. We were both tired and you were
upset. You worried me.�

Hermione looked sadly into Harry�s eyes. What was she thinking?

�Hermione,� Harry said, but paused, trying to decide what to
say and how to say it. �I care about
you, and it hurts me when you�re hurt,� Harry stumbled through the words,
hoping they sounded platonic enough. �I
want you to know that I�m here for you.
That it�s okay to cry and to be upset around me.� Hermione�s eyes still looked sad, but a hint
of a smile worked through the corners of her lips. �It�s okay.�

With a sigh and a more prominent smile, Hermione leaned
forward and hugged Harry. As they pulled
away she kissed him on the cheek and said, �Thank you.� Harry�s cheeks flushed with color.

Hermione turned and, stepping lighter, made her way to her
parent�s bathroom, no doubt to change.
Harry stood in the hall with the specter of Hermione�s lips still
clinging to his cheek. Feeling giddy and
lighter himself, he went into the hall bathroom to take a shower while still
entertaining thoughts of magically healing Hermione�s grandfather. It was doubtful. After all, magic couldn�t fix everything--why
else would wizards still walk around missing a leg or a finger, or die from
very common ailments like heart attacks?--but still it nagged him. At the very least, it was worth hoping.

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After showering, Harry put on his boxers and jeans, and
opened the bathroom door to air out the residual steam as he prepared to
shave. It had been a few days and he was
getting scruffy. He took the bottle of
shaving cream from his toiletry kit and sprayed a good-sized dollop of the
white fluff into his hand. As he
finished lathering up his jaw, Hermione shocked him by coming around the corner
with a smile. She was fully dressed now,
wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a maroon halter top. Harry was beginning to realize that no matter
what Hermione wore, she looked good. The
sight of her was beginning to make his heart ache.

�You�re shaving!� Hermione said, a giggle flitting around
the back of her throat. She certainly
had her spirits back. In an ocean of
dark tidings, there were still small moments of happiness that stayed afloat.

�Um, yeah,� Harry replied, still startled and a little
embarrassed. �I need to. How are you feeling?� He felt weird talking to Hermione with a
white beard of shaving cream on his face and neck.

�Much better, thank you.
Can I watch?� Hermione rang with
glee. �In elementary school I got up
early enough to see Daddy do it and it always just amazed me.�

"Um, okay, sure," Harry said with a hint of
uncertainty in his voice. Even though he
was just missing a shirt--and wore even less when they swam--, he felt like he
was exposed for some reason, the way he would probably feel if his swimming
trunks accidentally came off while jumping in the pool. He discarded the anxiety though, and was
simply glad that Hermione was feeling better.

"You're certainly brighter," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, while you were in the shower my parents
called. They say Grandpa is actually
doing better. Can you believe it?"
Relief lingered in her throat.

"Wow!" Harry couldn't believe it. "That's fantastic!" How did that happen? He didn't even send an owl out to Dumbledore
in desperation. Whatever good fortune it
was, Harry just hoped it would last.

"Yeah, I said the same thing," Hermione
continued. "The doctors still don't
want to get our hopes up, though."

Harry wished he could hug her again, if only his face wasn't
covered in cream.

"No come on, shave!" Hermione ordered, laughing.

Feeling suddenly flirtatious, Harry replied with,
"Okay, but I get to watch you shave next."

"Ew, no!"
Hermione cried, suppressing a smile.
"I keep my hairy legs to myself.
Besides, I can only do that in the shower."

At that Harry turned his head, looked Hermione straight in
the eyes, and grinned.
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