Intertwined Book 3 Snippet
Harry gave a polite nod to her, not wanting to be rude. “Good morning, Hannah.”
“I heard about what happened to you, are you okay?” She reached out and laid her hand on his upper arm. He glanced down at her hand on his arm with raised brows, weird.
“Yeah, fine. It was nothing.” Irritating, who had told people they fainted? He would bet on Malfoy and Neville keeping their mouths shut, Hermione wouldn’t have told… Which left either a teacher or Weasley.
“You know anything-Hey!” Hannah broke off as she was pushed back by Hermione’s shoulder.
“Oh.” Hermione looked over her shoulder, her dual colored eyes gleaming. “I didn’t see you there Hannah.” Hannah made a scoffing noise that Hermione ignored as she turned back to Harry who looked at her bemusedly. “I need to talk to Harry this morning, sorry.”
Hermione’s tone made it clear she wasn’t. Harry’s gaze flicked from Hannah back to Hermione whose gaze was also still fixed on Hannah. Huh.
After Hannah walked off, she finally turned around and faced him. He looked at her, quirking one eyebrow inquiringly. What was that?
A fiery blush slowly crept up her neck and she shrugged at him and looked away. I don’t know.
Hermione cleared her throat, still looking away. “I thought you wanted to talk to me?”
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Harmony Drabble
This was written for the Sanctuary Discord. The prompt was: Someone has their first kiss at a New Year’s party. By accident, on purpose, or maybe the result of a prank or dare?
“So you and Draco Malfoy, huh?”
Harry leaned against the railing and focused on the city skyline spreading across the horizon, glad to have something to look at besides Hermione, who was wearing a form-fitting red dress, matching red lipstick, high-heeled shoes, wild curls that were slightly more tame than usual, perfect skin, irresistible curves, long lashes, elegant–
Okay, that’s enough.
Simply put, she looked good. Too good. It should be illegal how good she looked. They were currently at a party for all the members of the Magical Law Enforcement office. You’d think someone here could give her a sort of written warning.
Hermione let out a small laugh. “Just my luck, right? Having to kiss my childhood bully. Whose idea was that stupid game, anyway?”
“Tabitha,” Harry said, his throat going dry at the memory of Malfoy getting to kiss those perfect red lips. “He rigged it,” Harry said, the words spilling from mouth, unbidden.
“He – what? Why would he do that?”
Because you’re bloody gorgeous and every guy here wants to kiss you, grab you, press you up against a wall, run his hands up your dress and reach into your knickers. Squeeze your bum, suck on that hollow part of your neck–
“Harry?”
Harry swallowed hard. “What?”
“You said Malfoy rigged the game. Why would he do that?”
“He must have wanted to kiss you,” Harry shrugged.
Hermione hummed and focused back on the skyline. “How do you know?”
Harry closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, tried to find that calm that always settled him when he was in the field, then said in a rush, “I know because I rigged the game first. The whole thing was my idea and when Tabitha had all those names in the bowl, I stuck ours together. The charm was strong, so I know the only way your name could have come out with Malfoy’s, instead of mine, was if he got a hold of the bowl after I’d tampered with it.”
Silence. The only sound was the faint music coming from inside. Harry kept his eyes closed, too afraid to see the look on Hermione’s face. Which expression was she wearing? Horror? Confusion? Unease? Pity?
She placed a warm hand on his cheek and turned his head. He kept his eyes closed. It was pity. He could almost see the apologetic expression in those large brown eyes now. She was going to say something about how they were such good friends, the best, and how she didn’t want to do anything to compromise–
The feeling of her lips against his erased all thoughts from his mind. Harry froze. She planted kisses against his closed mouth but he couldn’t make himself respond. He was in shock. What did they learn in training about shock? How did you come out of it? Water. He needed someone to douse him in water.
“Harry?”
Shit. The kissing had stopped. He forced his eyes open. Hermione was just inches from him, looking embarrassed, of all things. “Sorry, I thought you – um, you said rigged the game and – I guess I misinterpreted–”
He buried one hand in her curls and pulled her close with the other, crashing his lips into hers. The fear of mucking up this shot with Hermione was even more effective and an Aguamenti to the face.
Harry laced his fingers into her curls and moved the other hand down to her bum. Fuck, he was touching Hermione’s ass and it was so bloody perfect. A warmth of pleasure flowed through him, stopping at his groin. She pressed her hips into his, causing him to let out a low groan.
She pulled back to catch her breath. He rested his forehead against hers. “Go out with me,” he panted, then added in a slightly more controlled tone, “Er – please?”
Hermione bit her lip as she considered. He hardened slightly at the sight, then wondered if she could feel it, since she was still pressed against him.
“It was my, er, New Year’s resolution to ask you out,” he continued. He realized his hand was still on her bum. Should he move it? No. He didn’t want to. And she didn’t seem to have a problem with it.
“Really?” she asked.
Harry nodded. “It’s been my New Year’s resolution for the past three years.”
Her face fell. He finally dropped his hand from her backside. He searched frantically for that place of calm, but she’d done something with it. He couldn’t find it anywhere. “Malfoy asked me out earlier,” she whispered. “I said yes.”
Harry jumped back as violently as if he’d been stung. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he muttered under his breath.
“Yes,” she grinned.
“Wait. What?” Harry was so confused. What was going on? He was usually smarter than this, wasn’t he?
“I was joking,” she explained. “I would never say yes to Malfoy and even if I had, I would cancel in a second for you. I’d choose you over him any day – over any wizard, for that matter.”
A goofy grin took over Harry’s face. He felt like he was floating. He looked down at his feet, just to be sure, then back up at her. She was beaming. His heart skipped. “Gives new meaning to the whole ‘Chosen One’ nickname.”
She let out a laugh. “That was an awful joke. Is putting up with this corny sense of humor a part of being your girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend?” he asked, barely managing to push the word out. He paused to take a breath. “I mean – I want that – of course – but we can just do – er – one date to start. No pressure. Whatever you want.”
She closed the distance between them, placing a hand on his cheek. “It’s us, Harry. Once we start this, it’s not going to stop at just one date.”
Harry attacked her with another kiss. She hadn’t been expecting it and let out a surprised squeal. It was unbelievably cute. His girlfriend was the cutest. The thought nearly turned him into a puddle of goo. He willed himself to stay solid, so he could continue kissing the stunning witch in front of him.
He returned his hand to her backside and braced himself for the moment when he’d wake from the dream. He didn’t. He threaded his fingers through her curls and still, he didn’t wake. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, slid it against hers, elicited a delicious moan and still, they kept kissing. He wasn’t dreaming, this was real. He was kissing Hermione Granger and sometime soon, they’d go on their first date together. The first of many, he was sure.
What a brilliant start to the new year.
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