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HP&HG Wonders	By : Trip-Katt Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 49923 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey guys, how’s it going! Thanks for the Reviews! Nathyael(or whatever) was a small jab at someone I hold a grudge against, and No, it was not their real name. Anyways, thanks for the Reviews! Alright, well I wanna start the Chapter, so Just read now!
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Harry
Ahhh, this was nice. He was sitting in his room, which turned out had a Spa. He had found it last summer, when He has tapped a couple of strange looking bricks, and it opened. He had been fascinated, one of the first truly amazing feat of Magic He had seen. As he looked around, he noticed details he hadn’t noticed before. It appeared as a sort of Cave, with stalactites hanging off and stalagmites reaching nearly 3ft. The pool itself was pretty small, but it had litteral Crystal Clear water. It was nice and warm, and as He was beginning to doze off, He heard something strange. Footsteps going down the hall. He slowly climbed out, put on a robe and opened the door. He was glad he had thought to oil the hinges, or the door might have creaked. He spied a figure carefully tep-toing, and he followed quietly. He closed his door, just in case. The hall was a nice red carpet, with green wallpaper that went nicely with the red and Suits of armor guarding every door. As he walked down the hall, he heard another door open. He ignored it, as it was behind him now, giving it no further thought. He proceeded to walk down the stairs, which had a nice, velvet green carpet, with a mahogany railing that was extremely smooth to the touch. He went down the stairs and veered over to the left wing, towards the Kitchen. As He watched the figure, seemingly investigating the many pots and pans that lines the cupboards of the kitchen, which was a nice bumblebee yellow, and a black tile floor, He didn’t notice the figure hovering over him, waiting for the perfect moment. Just as Harry was about to strike, the Figure Hit Him on the head and he lost Consciousness.
Two minutes later Dora immediately ran to the stairs, and into her Bedroom. Harry sat up, noticing he was in the living room, a room under the bedrooms and stairs, that was almost entirely red, with blue armchairs much like the ones at Hogwarts, and what seemed to be a more recent addition, a pure white couch, with a strange Siamese cat sitting in a comfy blue armchair, a desk littered with a very many things, a brick fireplace and finally a couple of plants. He was confused about what happened, but then a Brown Bush of hair jumped out from by stairs, tackled him. He was so surprised, he was completely unprepared for the Kiss sent his way. She crawled all over him, feeling his chest and abs, sticking her tongue in His mouth. She had reached his belt when she stopped Herself, and blushed. Harry just layed there, frozen, as Hermione crawled off him, blushing madly. “Sorry” She whispered then ran off to Arya's room. He sat up and sat there, frozen for about a half hour, till he reached up his hand and touched his lips. He couldn’t believe it. Hermione has kissed him. And from what he could taste, she had used a bit more than her lips. Her Tongue had wriggled into his mouth. He proceeded to get up and went to the Kitchen, completely stunned, to prepare Breakfast.
Hermione
“So how was it?” Asked Arya. “Wonderful, he tasted amazing, like peppermint and chocolate, and everything delicious you could imagine.” “Hmm, well, it is a little hard to believe, but fine. At least you managed to kiss him, more than I’ve gotten with Trip.” “Ha! Still distracted by his, and I quote, ‘Abs of Steel?’” Joked Hermione. “Oh come on, First, I never said that” Hermione raised her eyebrow and smirked. “Second, just because you managed to catch him off guard and kiss him doesn’t mean anything, you were just lucky.” Arya responded angrily. “Look, no need for hostility, we are both basically just aiming for the same thing. In fact… what if we… joined forces?” Hermione asked warily, still aware of Arya’s anger. “Like, work together to get them?” “Yeah, the Bet is still on, But instead, we see who’s Guy snaps first. Winner is the one who sleeps with theirs first.” “OR, we each take each others guy, figure out their feeling for us, then take them on tonight.” Arya had a point. It was definitely a better plan. “Alright, let’s do it.”
A couple hours later, Hermione was inside Trips bedroom, chatting him up. His room was reflective of his house, which was Hufflepuff. It had Yellow walls, and a black floor. Very much like the Kitchen, but with a nice carpet instead of tiles. They were sitting on his bed, which had a yellow blanket, and the Hufflepuff logo. She loved the Hufflepuff colors, and she sometimes felt slightly disappointed she didn’t get into Hufflepuff. He always sat with them, and had managed to get every class with them, despite the hours. It was a rare occurrence, he was only the Third person to have managed that in Hogwarts entire history. That was when she asked it. “So… what exactly are your feelings toward Arya.” “What… whaaat?!” He spluttered. “You heard me, now answer me truthfully, I will know if you are lying. He knew there was no escaping, so he answered Honestly: “I… I love her.” “I thought so, well, can you tell me Harry’s feelings for me?” Asked Hermione politely. “Sorry, But he has been pretty quiet about that. I can tell you whenever We talk about you he Suddenly turns red and changes the subject.” “Thank You, see ya Trip, Hermione left.
Harry
“Alright, no small talk Harry, tell me, DO YOU LIKE HERMIONE!?” Arya yelled. “Uhhhh” Harry started nervously. “You know I will know if you lie, so tell me now.” Arya had always been like a younger sister to Harry, but he did know her wrath. He had been on the receiving of it more times Than he would have liked. “Hummm… fine, I… I… I love Her.” He shyly looked away from her face, scared. “Good, Thanks, Bye. Harry looked at her confused, but continued in breakfast. He was making Pancakes and scrambled eggs. Cooking always helped him concentrate, as he flipped over in his mind what the hell just happened as he flipped a pancake. Ever since people found out who he was, He never got any peace. The only time He has EVER gotten any peace, was when he cooked. He could consider anything and everything, and that is just what he did. He thought about everything He, Hermione, Trip and everybody else went though. He always cooked when he was sad or depressed, when Ron died, when He first learned when He was a Wizard. What happened to his parents. He, disappointed in himself, was glad Nathanyael had earned the Dementors kiss. It seemed monstrous, but with what he went through, Nathanyael deserved it. Son of Grindelwald, he followed in his father's path and caused death and destruction in his wake. When he was finally defeated by Rubeus Hagrid, a man Harry had come to love, he was sent to the ministry. Then Hermione came to mind, and Harry couldn’t help but smile. Although, He thought it was a little suspicious Arya asked him whether he loved Hermione. Of course he did. Who couldn’t? Of course, he loves her a bit more than everybody else, it didn’t change that fact. Oh well, back to the cooking.
Hermione
Hermione looked carefully at the details of the room they were in, which was Arya’s. Her room was a reflection of her house as well. She had managed to get into Gryffindor, but like Hermione, nearly became a Ravenclaw. “So what did he say?” Asked Hermione. “He loves you gal, like, smitten, and for Trip?” Hermione laughed. “He loves you as well.” “Well then, I guess it is time for us to end this. Tonight is our final chance, Good luck, Galleo” Aria said to Her best friend. “You too, Arya, hopefully, by the end of the night, we will be having the time of our lives.” The laughed, and dispersed the room, preparing for their plan. With any hope, it will all work out. If not, Well, there was literally no way it wouldn’t. Even if she had too… well… let’s not think about that right now.
It was finally time for lunch, and Hermione wore her most revealing outfit. It showed a large amount of cleavage, and was a little tight around her ass, so Harry could see all its curves. When they all sat down in the kitchen dining room, Hermione made sure to sit directly across Harry, and always leaned down, making sure Harry stared at Her cleavage. When he noticed that SHE was noticing HE was noticing, he blushed and went back to his food. She smirked inwardly, this was going wonderfully. By tonight, she will have him on his knees, Begging to be allowed to do… things. She would laugh, and treat him to some things, for always teasing her with that perfect body of his. She laughed evilly. This was amazingly perfect. It will all be over by tonight.
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Short chapter, IK, but don’t worry, next few chapters will take up over the course of that night and be longer. Thanks for the Reviews again, GN.
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