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My Stupid Mouth Part II


by -> glitterfairyxoxo
Reviews (12) | Updated : 31/10/05 | Published : 31/10/05 | Romance/Humor | Rating: PG13
This chapter was posted on: 31/10/05



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My Stupid Mouth

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. One-shot based on “My Stupid Mouth” by John Mayer.

By: Glitterfairyxoxo

Rated: PG-13

A/N: For Fred.

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One more thing

Why's it my fault?

So maybe I tried too hard,

But it's all because of this desire.

I just want to be liked.

I just want to be funny.

Looks like the joke's on me,

So call me captain backfire.

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Harry walked Hermione home that night after their second date together. It was a cool night, and Harry, being a gentleman, let Hermione wear the light jacket he'd brought with him.

Hermione's arm was slung around his waist, and his thrown around her shoulders; Harry had never felt more comfortable in his life. Their night had gone rather well after Harry's little slip up. He'd caught Hermione staring at him a few times with a somewhat wistful smile, and she'd blushed and looked away when his eyes met hers. Of course, Harry was gazing at her too, especially at the low-cut shirt she just had to tease him with tonight.

He walked her up the stoop of her flat building, wondering if he could steal a goodnight kiss from Hermione.

When she found her keys, she bit her lip and looked up at him. Harry's breath caught.

“Would you- would you like to come in?” she asked, a soft blush tinting her cheeks.

Harry could see her well in the dull light of the apartment building. She looked a bit embarrassed, slightly hesitant, scared and vulnerable.

He leaned over and kissed her there, for the first time ever, a gentle brush of his lips against hers before he pulled away. Hermione exhaled shakily, her forehead pressing lightly against his own. Harry had never seen her look more beautiful than she did now.

“Yes,” he whispered.

This time, Hermione leaned in, her lips caressing his and her tongue lightly sweeping along his lower lip. Harry groaned and wrapped an arm along her waist. He slid his other hand up her back and felt her shiver. Bringing his hand to cup the back of her head, Harry held her in place; he didn't want her to move away from him.

Harry felt Hermione's hand squeeze his bottom, and his eyes shot open in shock. Hermione, whose eyes where half opened, watched him lazily and grinned against his lips.

“You minx,” Harry growled against her mouth, pulling her closer.

They kissed for a while there on the small stoop of the building, Hermione's body pressed intimately against his, her arms around his neck and her hands lost in his hair. When they finally parted, Hermione hurriedly unlocked the entrance door. She and Harry raced inside, their hands all over each other.

They practically ran to the elevator, which they snogged in until they reached the fifth floor. They stumbled out of the lift, rushed to Hermione's flat, and staggered in, kissing. Hermione pulled him towards her room, and her back slammed into the bedroom door only a moment later.

She gasped, and Harry pulled away for a moment to look down at her. Hermione's lips where swollen from all of their kissing, her cheeks flushed with delight, and her eyes shinning prettily.

“What're we doing, Hermione?” Harry asked breathlessly.

Hermione smiled up at him. “We're snogging.”

“But what- what are you planning on doing in there?” Harry asked. This was, after all, only their second date, and even though they knew each other for eight years, Harry wasn't going to rush Hermione.

Hermione murmured, “We're taking snogging to the next level,” and kissed him again.

Harry wondered what the next level was, but pleasantly kept quiet. He didn't want to say something stupid and ruin everything, anyways.

They fell into her bed together, laughing against each others lips. As Harry started kissing down her jaw line and sucking on her delectable neck, Hermione moaned, “God, how I love your mouth,” in the sexiest voice Harry had ever heard.

Harry groaned and pulled away. “You mean you love my stupid mouth?”

Hermione looked up at him with lust filled eyes. “Yes, I do,” she said right before capturing his lips with her own.

And as Harry kissed her back, he knew that he quite liked his own stupid mouth, too.

A/N: Part three will be posted when I write it. Please review!


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