Fifty Shades of Green

Chapter 7

Why was he so damned attractive? She kept staring at the bathroom door he had gone through just a few moments ago. Right now all she wanted to do was join him in the shower. She had never felt this way about anyone before. Her skin was tingly; she was squirming with a needy, achy discomfort. She didn't understand this reaction. Then she thought about it for a moment and her face flushed crimson. Desire. So this was what desire felt like.

She heard the shower stop after about fifteen minutes and started to scramble out of his bed frantically searching for her jeans. He stepped out of the bathroom, wet and glistening from the shower, still unshaven, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes were wide and she couldn't stop her eyes from looking over his body several times, occasionally coming back to where his towel was wrapped over his hips. He was surprised to see her out of bed.

"If you're looking for your jeans, I've got a house elf working on them, a simple scourgify wouldn't do," his gaze goes dark. "They were spattered with your vomit."

She frowned for a moment at the thought of a house elf. Everyone at Hogwarts knew she was against their enslavement, but then she blushed at the thought of last night.

"Oh,"

"Kingsley volunteered to go out and get you another pair and some shoes, earlier this morning, they're in that bag on the chair." She hadn't even noticed the bag in the chair when she was fiddling around.

"Oh, um thanks," she says awkwardly as she grabs the bag. "I think I'll have that shower now." She replies and hurries into the bathroom.

The water was warm and soothing. She felt like she could stay under it forever. She got the body wash and squeezed it onto her washcloth. She held the washcloth to her nose and took in the sent. It smelled of him. She rubbed it all over herself, fantasizing that it was he rubbing this heavenly scented soap into her body, across her breast, over her stomach, between her thighs with his long-fingered hands. Her heartbeat picks up again. It felt so good.

"Breakfast is here." He knocked on the door, startling her.

"O-okay" she stuttered at being interrupted from her erotic daydream.

After rinsing off, she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She looked into the bag with the new clothing in it. Not only had Kingsley brought her jeans and new converses, but also a pale blue shirt, socks, and underwear. All the clothing was exquisite; she knew they must've been very expensive. She dressed quickly and found that the clothes fit perfectly. She brushed her hair and stepped out of the bathroom. She found that the bedroom was empty except for her purse. She grabbed it and walked out into the dining room area.

Harry was sitting at the table reading the Dailey Prophet. She sits across from him and immediately a house elf brings them food. She frowns and he notices.

"Something wrong Miss Granger?" he asks as he puts his newspaper down.

"I just don't believe in the enslavement of house elves, they're meant to work their whole lives for no type of compensation and are sometimes abused by their "masters" and no one cares." Harry nodded.

"Well I assure you that Winky here gets paid for her services, and she has days off where she's free to do what ever she wants." Said Harry surprising Hermione.

"Oh yes, Master Harry is good to Winky." Said Winky smiling adoringly at her master before disappearing. Hermione was taken aback but decided that there was more to Harry than met the eye.

Hermione noticed Ron in the papers shaking hands with the head of Magical games and sports, even though the cannons had lost their match but Ron had managed to not let a single goal get pass him. Hermione smiled at her redheaded friend, she wondered if Ginny had seen the prophet this morning.

"Crap Ginny," she croaked. Harry peered at her once more.

"She knows you're here and still alive. I owled Draco this morning." He said wit just a trace of humor.

She remembered Ginny's dancing from the night before. All her moves used with maximum effect to seduce Harry's cousin, no less! What was she going to think about Hermione being there? She'd never even stayed out pass curfew before, let alone out all night with a stranger. And Ginny was still with Draco. She'd only done that once before and Hermione had to be there to pick up the pieces not to mention cover for her when she missed out on her prefect duties because of it. 'Oh no' Hermione thinks. She's going to think she had a one-night stand too.

Harry stares at her imperiously.

"Eat," he commands as Winky reappeared and removed the top from the food then she disappeared once again. Hermione picked up her fork and looked over the delicious smelling food. "I didn't know what you liked so I ordered a selection from the menu." He gave her a crooked, apologetic smile.

"Thank you," was all she said, she opted for pancakes, syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs, while he ate an omelet. The food was delicious.

"Tea?" he asked

"Yes, please." He passed her the teapot.

"Your hair's very damp," he scolds.

"I didn't take my wand in the loo with me," she shrugged.

Harry got his wand out and performed a drying spell on it without taking his eye off of the paper. Hermione gasped as she felt her hair go dry. At least it wasn't bushy afterwards but she still glared at him.

"Problem?" he asks smirking. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you go around waving your wand at people who haven't asked for your assistance?" she asked glaring at him.

"No, but I also don't share my bed with anyone, there's a first time for everything I suppose." She was so caught off guard by his statement that she dropped her fork, suddenly she wasn't that hungry anymore.

"Right well er, sorry." She said unsure of how to respond to that. 'They'd slept in the same bed together, even after she was sick' for some reason that makes her smile brightly.

"No problem, you should finish your plate Hermione." She looked from him to her plate; which was still half full.

"Thanks for the clothes."

"It was my pleasure, Hermione. That color suits you."

She blushed and stared down at her fingers.

"You know you really should learn to take a compliment."

"I should give you some money for these clothes." She says quickly reaching for her purse; he looks almost insulted in a way.

"You've already given me those tickets, which of course I sent back to you."

"Yes well if you didn't pass out last night you would've found that they're right back where they were yesterday before you returned them." She looked at him pointedly.

"Well, I'll be sending them back again." She says defiantly. He frowns. "These clothes, please let me pay you back." She smiled tentatively at him.

"Hermione trust me I can afford it."

"That's not the point. Why should you buy these for me?

"Because I can." His eyes flash with a wicked gleam.

"Just because you can doesn't mean that you should." He arches an eyebrow. And it gets her to thinking about something else.

"Why did you send me those tickets, Harry?" her voice is soft and he puts down his cutlery and regards her intently.

"Well, when you nearly killed yourself on the steps the other day and looked at me all 'kiss me, kiss me, Harry'" he paused and shrugged. "I felt like I owed you an apology. He ran a hand through his hair. "Hermione I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man…I don't do romance. My taste are very singular, you should steer clear of me." He closed his eyes as if in defeat for a moment before opening them again. "There's something about you though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you've figured that out already"

If her appetite wasn't gone before it sure as hell was now. 'He can't stay away'

"Then don't," she whispered. He gasped his eyes wide.

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Enlighten me then." She says sitting up straight catching his gaze. They sit gazing at each other; neither of them touched their food. "You're not celibate are you?" she asked cautiously. Amusement lit up his eyes.

"No Hermione, I'm not celibate." He paused for this information to set in as she sighed in relief. "What are your plans for the next few days?" he asked.

"I'm supposed to help professor Flitwick grade some of his 1st and 2nd year final exams at midday, oh merlin what time is it?" She asked panicking.

"It's just after ten, and remember no one will bother you today if you don't want to be." She nodded remembering what he'd told her earlier. "What about tomorrow?"

"Graduation ceremony practice in the morning, and after that Ginny and I are going to start packing. We're moving to London next weekend."

"You have a place in London already?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"I can't remember the address. It's in Diagon Alley."

"Not far from me." He smiles "So what are you going to do for work in Diagon Alley?"

Where was he going with all of these questions? The Harry Potter inquisition was almost as irritating as the Ginerva Weasley inquisition.

"I've applied for an internship under Susan Bones, working as an unspeakable, I'm waiting to hear back."

"So you'll be working at the ministry?" he asks his face lights up at this news.

"If I get the job yes."

"Oh I'm sure you will." He replies confidently while drinking some of his pumpkin juice. "Have you ever thought about being an undersecretary to the minister?"

"Um…no"

"And just what's wrong with that position?"

"That position, or being in that position under you?" she smirked.

"Oh there are a lot of positions under me that you could fill Miss Granger." He says smirking back. She flushes red. She glanced down; she can't look him in the eyes when he used that kind of tone.

"I'd like to bite that lip" he whispered darkly.

She gasped completely unaware that she was chewing her bottom lip and her mouth popped open. That had to be the sexiest thing anybody had ever said to her. She squirms in her chair but musters up all of her Gryffindor courage and says.

"Why don't you?"

"Because I'm not going to touch you, Hermione not until I have your written consent to do so." His lips hinted at a smile.

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what I say." He shakes his head and sighs. "I need to show you. What time will you be done this evening?" he asked. Did he honestly think that McGonagall would let her back out of the castle? "It's official business." He says as if reading her thoughts.

"I should be done around six."

"Well we could go to London this evening or next Saturday, I have a few meetings later today but I should be done around that time as well. The choice is yours."

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"Because I'm enjoying my breakfast and your company. Once you're enlightened, you probably won't want to see me again." What did that mean?

"Tonight, we can go tonight, if you can convince the professor that is."

"I have my ways," he said smirking "Tonight it shall be." I'll come by the castle at around 6:30 and you can meet me in the good professors office,"

"And you're sure she'll agree."

"Well you'll just have to find out not won't you?" she smirked at him. "Now finish your breakfast." he said quickly. How can she eat now, she going to London tonight with Harry Potter of all people. She was way too excited to eat.

"I can't eat all of this." She said gaping at what was left on her plate.

"Eat what's on your plate. If you'd eaten yesterday, you wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be declaring my hand so soon."

His mouth sets in a grim line. He looks angry. She frowned but returned to the now cold food on her plate. She was too excited to eat. But did as she was told anyway. After swallowing her last piece of pancake, she peeked up at him. He was eyeing her speculatively.

"Good girl," he says. "You should be getting back to Hogwarts now. I'll apparate you as close as I can and then you'll have to walk back to the school from there." She nodded and stood up.

He holds out his hand and she takes it, he pulls her close and with a pop their gone. They end up right at the black lake in the forbidden forest near Hagrid's hut. She wondered how he was able to apparate on the grounds of the school when no one was supposed to be able to do that, but then she suspected that he was Harry Potter, there was no limit to the things he could do.

They're standing in close proximity to each other; he has yet to let her go. She turns to face him and looks up into his eyes, his beautiful green emerald eyes. She could get lost in them forever. His gaze is intense, like he's trying to read her. His eyes darken with what she can only describe as desire. She bites her bottom lip.

"Oh, fuck the paperwork," he growls.

He lunged at her, pushing her up against a tree. Before she knew it, he had both her hands in his in a viselike grip above her head and he was pinning her to the tree using his hips. Fucking hell. His other hand grabs her hair and yanks down, bringing her face up, and his lips were on hers. It's only just not painful. She moans into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He took full advantage; his tongue expertly explored her mouth. She had never been kissed like that.

Her tongue tentatively stroked his and joined him in a slow, erotic dance that was all about touch and sensation all bump and grind. He brought his hand up to grasp her chin and holds her in place. She was helpless, her hands pinned, her face held, and his hips restraining her. His erection was against her belly. He wanted her. Harry Potter Greek god, wizard extraordinaire, minister for magic wanted her, and she wanted him, here...now, in the forest up, against this tree.