Date: Wednesday, July 31, 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry celebrate his birthday
Completion: Complete
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The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been. )
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He glanced at the clock, knowing Hermione would be on time; it was about seven, and so he stood up from the bed and smoothed down his shirt; he didn't know if Hermione was taking him somewhere, or what, but he didn't care as long as there'd be time to be alone with her later.
When he opened the door, Hermione was standing there in a white dress that was really familiar. She looked just as amazing in it as she had on Katie's birthday last year. "Blimey," he said by way of a greeting. "Hey. You look bloody amazing," he said, reaching out and taking her by the waist as he kissed her, wanting to touch.
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He pulled her close and kissed her. It felt like ages since he'd kissed her, which was silly because he had that morning before work. She pressed against him and nipped at his lips when she drew back from the kiss. "If I'd know you have that reaction to the dress, I'd have worn it sooner," she teased, brushing his hair back from his face before she kissed him lightly. "Are you ready for dinner?"
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She'd felt good enough pressed against him that he considered asking if she'd mind them staying at home for his birthday. In his room. But he smiled and nodded.
"Definitely," he said. "We going out?"
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She smiled. "I considered taking you somewhere for dinner and dancing, but I decided to be selfish and keep you all to myself, if you don't mind. We can dance after dinner and not worry about being interrupted."
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"He was?" Harry smiled slightly and remembered his last birthday, and the little napkin he'd found on his breakfast tray, folded into a broomstick. "I think he likes me, for all his talking." He cut into his roast and forked up some little carrots with it before he took a bite. "Mmm," Harry said, thumbing a bit of gravy off the corner of his mouth. "I'll have to thank him later."
He cut into his Yorkshire pudding. "I really had a good time at the party," he said. "I think maybe one good thing about Ron possibly moving is that I'll be visiting Hogsmeade more often. "And yeah -- I'm glad it's just you and me for my actual birthday."
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When Harry mentioned Ron moving, she realized that they'd never actually talked about it. "Are you okay about that? I mean, about him wanting to move? We haven't discussed it since Ron decided." She licked gravy off her lips before she picked up her glass. "Do you think that he'll drift away like so many of the others? It's just so difficult to keep up, even when we have the best of intentions. He's like family, though, so I can't think he'd just move and forget about us."
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He took another sip of his wine. "I get him wanting to be independent -- it'll just be weird, with him not here and it not being us three anymore." His frown deepened, and he shrugged a bit, not looking down from Hermione a moment. "I'd miss him, if he moves."
She asked him if she thought they'd drift apart, and he shook his head. "I don't want to let that happen," he said determinedly. "I can't lose either of you. I already need to work harder to see our other friends -- I don't want it to be like that with Ron. We'll make it work -- we'll make time."
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She leaned her head down and kissed his shoulder. "You're so warm." She moved her hand over his chest, brushing her thumb against his nipple as she kissed his neck.
When she pulled back, she looked at him curiously. "Should you stand up to take off your trousers or would you rather do it another way?"
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"So're you," he murmured, shivering when he thumb brushed against his nipple. He flexed his itchy fingers at his sides, his breath catching as he felt her lips on his neck.
He shook his head. "Whichever," he said, moving to his feet quickly and toeing off his shoes as he unbuttoned his trousers. He pushed them down his hips and stepped out of them, leaving his shorts on and kneeling in front of her, reaching for her again.
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"I don't really know the right way to say what I want," she told him as she pulled back from the kiss. She was excited and aroused already, and she hadn't even really started touching him. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and smiled. "I want to touch you everywhere. Will you lie back and let me?"
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"You could just show me," he said quietly as she brushed his hair back from his face, and nodded when she asked him to lie back. He scooted backward from her and stretched out his legs, resting back on his elbows -- lying flat on his back wasn't conducive to watching, and he really wanted to do that. He swallowed; his shorts were tented in front of him, but there wasn't a lot of time to feel self-conscious about that.
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