Harmonics Transcript #9
Harmonics Transcript #9
Hello and welcome to Harmonics.
Hi everyone, Misti here. Sorry it`s been so long between episodes, between having to do the podcast and getting two back procedures done I had epidural shots, one in my lower back and one in my neck. Having to recover from that basically… it`s taken a little while and I just haven`t found the time to be able to record these. I apologise I never meant to go so far in between episodes. Today I`m going to be reading chapter 7 and 8 of Nanny Wanted.
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NANNY WANTED CHAPTER 7 - Adorned With Roses
Rated R
Even though Hermione had gone directly upstairs after they walked into the house, she still found herself pressed for time. She had gone immediately into James's room, taken his robes out of the wardrobe, and told him to get ready. With a quick, "Come find me if you need any help," thrown over her shoulder as she rushed across the hallway, she walked into Lily's room. She spotted Lily sitting on her bed, already dressed with a proud look on her face. She smiled as she noticed how pretty she looked in the white lace dress she wore. She had on shiny black dress shoes and from the looks of it Lisa had curled her hair.
"You look so pretty Lily," Hermione said as she walked over to sit on the bed next to her.
"Thank you," the little girl replied shyly, "I dressed myself."
"And you did a wonderful job," Hermione praised, beaming at her with pride. "I need to go get ready now, but if you need anything just come knock on my door, okay?"
"Can I watch you get ready?" Lily asked quietly, spearing her with blue, questioning eyes.
Hermione sat quietly for a moment, turning over in her mind thoughts of whether it would be a good idea or not, and finally replied, "Sure, why not? I'd love to have some company."
Lily jumped off the bed and gave Hermione a big smile. Excitedly walking out the door, Lily made her way toward Hermione's room while she checked on James one last time to see how he was faring. She waited patiently for him to open the door after she knocked, and when he did she gave a startled gasp. There, in the doorway, stood a miniature Harry Potter. With his black, messy hair that would never lay flat, the bright green eyes that seemed to always look right through you, to the general features of his face, he was the spitting image of his father.
"James, you look so handsome!" she said, sounding a bit breathless. She noticed that his cheeks took on a pink tinge and not wanting to embarrass him further she said, "Lily will be in my room, she wants to watch me get ready." When he rolled his eyes and smirked she laughed and said, "It's a girl thing. Just remember that your Dad will come up ten minutes before we are to make our entrance. If he's not up here by then, can you go down and get him?"
James nodded and she gave him one last smile before making her way back to her room with only one hour to get herself ready for the biggest event of the year.
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While everyone else was hastily getting ready and making sure everything was ready, Harry sat in his office with a glass of firewhiskey, relaxing. He found that all he could think about since his trip into town was Hermione. He couldn't get over the fact that they had more in common than he had first thought. And the kiss...when he had pressed his lips to hers it had felt as if his blood had caught fire instantaneously. He found himself wanting to do it again...and so much more.
Shaking himself from his overactive imagination, he turned his chair from the fire as someone knocked on the door and called, "Come in." He had no idea who he had expected to walk through the door, but he had never imagined in a million years that it would have been her.
"Hello luv," Ginny said, in what he expected she thought was a sexy tone of voice.
Uttering an expletive at her undesired arrival, he stayed in his chair and asked in an even tone, "What are you doing here Ginny?"
"I'm here for the Ball, silly," she replied, making it sound like he was foolish for not knowing in the first place. He followed her with his eyes, which shone with his dislike of her, as she closed the door and made her way to his desk. "Don't tell me you're still upset with me? I've given you plenty of time to calm down Harry, tonight we can be a normal couple again and let everyone know that our engagement is still on."
He was stunned speechless for all of five seconds before he picked his wand up, cast a 'silencio' on the room, and yelled, "What the bloody hell are you on about?! I don't want anything to do with you, and when I told you to leave and never come back, I meant it!"
"Oh pish-posh," Ginny replied in an aggravating tone of voice, "We both know you still want me Harry, you've just been distracted by that...that...nanny."
"Her name is Hermione," he said, gritting his teeth together in anger, "She is a loving, caring woman who is beautiful inside and out and treats James and Lily like they are the most precious things in this world. You, on the other hand, wouldn't know love if it walked up and bit you on the arse! Your only priority is yourself and anyone else be damned!"
He sat staring at Ginny angrily, his eyes ablaze with his fury, while she stood in front of him looking just as angry as he did. Without another word, she closed the distance between them, sat on his lap, and pressed her lips demandingly to his. Shocked by her brazenness, it took his mind a moment to realize what she was doing, but before he could do anything there came a voice yelling, "NO!"
Startled, Harry pushed Ginny from his lap, causing her to none-to-gracefully fall to the floor on her bum. Standing, he immediately looked in the direction the voice had come from and was shocked to see James standing there with his hands balled into fists at his sides. He seemed to be breathing heavily as he looked at Harry with hatred in his eyes. As Harry continued to stare at him, unable to find the words he needed to say, James yelled, "No, no, no!"
Rushing up to him, Harry knelt down and took his son by the arms. Staring into his shiny green eyes he said, "James, this isn't what you think. I didn't invite Miss Weasley here, she came on her own."
The boy's eyes broke away from his, glaring angrily at Ginny. She glared back at him and spat, "What are you looking at, you little mute?"
Suddenly, everything in the room that wasn't extremely heavy went flying at Ginny. She screamed as picture frames, quidditch trophies, and ink pots came at her with great speed, barely missing her head and body.
Harry looked back at Ginny and then whipped his head around to stare at James again. He could feel the waves of magical energy coming off his son's body and he started shaking him. "James, stop it! This isn't right! You're going to hurt her!"
It seemed the thought that he might hurt her finally penetrated through James anger-induced haze and Harry felt him relax a little. Anything that was in midair fell to the ground, which caused a pot of ink to spill all over Ginny's dress. When Harry heard her sputtering and cursing, he turned and had to stifle his laughter as he saw why she was so upset. Sobering quickly, he put his hand on James shoulder and steered him over to the desk. Looking down at the fiery redhead, he said, "Leave now Ginny before I call the authorities and have you forcibly removed. I have no idea how you got past the gate in the first place."
Ginny stood up, looking angry and embarrassed at the same time. Taking out her wand, she scourgified her dress and sneered at Harry. "The young man that you have out there was very receptive to my...friendly behavior."
"You're vile," Harry spat, "Now get out of my house and never come back."
Pulling herself together and trying to act more dignified than she was, Ginny raised her nose into the air and walked quickly from the room. Harry and James followed her, Harry wanting to make sure she actually left, and once she was past the perimeter gate he turned to James and said, "I am so sorry you had to see that son. Miss Weasley sort of...surprised me and you saw us before I could stop her. I hope you'll forgive me."
James looked up at his Dad and saw how sorry he was by the look on his face. He nodded his head, letting Harry know that he wouldn't hold it against him. Relieved, Harry bent down and hugged James, something he didn't do near enough, and straightening up he said, "It's time to go up and get the girls."
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Hermione sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror and explained why she was putting the shiny powder on her eyes. She couldn't imagine how a four and a half year old like Lily Potter could come up with so many questions. She smiled at her reflection as she remembered a time when her own Mother had said much the same thing about her.
Shooing Lily out of her bathroom so that she could change into her dress, Hermione told her she'd be right out and shut the door. When a knock sounded on her bedroom door a minute later, Hermione opened the bathroom door a crack and asked Lily to please answer it. "Daddy!" she cried as she saw Harry standing on the other side.
"Hey pumpkin," Harry greeted, "I wondered why James pulled me to Hermione's room when I said we were going to find you first. What are you doing in here?"
"Hermy said I could watch her get ready," Lily replied happily, "I got to watch her do her hair, and color her face. She's in the bathroom putting her dress on now."
Just as Lily said this, the bathroom door opened and Hermione walked into her room, trying to smooth out the skirt of her dress. When she saw Harry and James in the doorway she stopped suddenly and said, "Oh, hello. Is it time to go downstairs already?"
Harry stood there staring at her, not really registering the words she was saying. She had on a dress that had thin straps and started as dark blue around her chest, gradually lightened to a powder blue around her hips, until it was almost white at the bottom of the skirt that was just above the floor. It had lines running vertically two-thirds of the way down it that were sparkling and he noticed that she was wearing high-heeled shoes that were a frosty blue color. When he brought his eyes up to her face, he noticed how her cinnamon colored eyes shone with an inner-radiance that took his breath away. And her hair...she had pulled the top and sides back into a clip while letting the rest cascade down her back in ringlets and Harry's fingers itched to touch it to see if it felt as silky as it looked.
Hermione, on the other hand, was struck by how handsome Harry looked in his black dress robes. His green eyes were even more striking than usual and she suddenly felt shy under his appreciative stare.
Both adults were brought out of their perusals of one another as James and Lily started laughing at their behavior. Embarrassed, Hermione moved to her bureau to put her earrings on and picked up the necklace she planned to wear. When she fumbled with the clasp Harry walked over to her and asked, "May I?"
Letting him take over, she shivered as his fingers whispered across her skin as he secured the clasp. When his hands lingered, brushing across her shoulders, she felt every nerve in her body ignite as desire washed over her like a tidal wave. Gasping, she turned to face him and noticed that his eyes had darkened and she swore she saw a flicker of desire in them before he quickly turned away.
"It's time we go downstairs," Harry said, joining James in the hallway. "Oh, I almost forgot..." he said, picking up a small box that he had placed just outside the door. Opening it, he took out what looked like a bracelet and said, "Lily, I got this for you to wear tonight." He slid the elastic band over her hand and when Hermione looked at it more closely she smiled. The bracelet was a corsage made up of small orange and green flowers that were arranged in the shape of a pumpkin, and Lily's eyes lit up as she stared at it.
"Thank-you Daddy!" she said, launching herself at him. He picked her up just long enough to hug her and then set her down.
Walking up to Hermione, Harry smiled and said, "I got one for you too, I hope you like it."
She watched as he carefully took out another wrist corsage and gently placed it on her wrist. It had three small white teacup roses surrounded by baby's breath and small green leaves. Hermione stared at it, touched that he had gotten her something so beautiful, and when she looked up at him she said, "Thank-you Harry, it's beautiful."
He found himself getting drawn in by her eyes as he replied, "You're beautiful."
They stood there staring at each other for a moment, both caught up in the turmoil of emotions they were experiencing. Finally, Lily broke through the seriousness of the moment by saying, "Daddy, we need to go."
"Right," Harry said, breaking eye contact with Hermione. Walking toward the door, Harry stopped before stepping into the hallway and motioned toward Lily and Hermione.
"Ladies first," he said with a smile. Hermione took hold of Lily's hand and carefully made her way to the top of the staircase. She could see the guests all gathered at the bottom, dressed in their finest, and she felt a little nervous at the prospect of meeting all these new people. Interrupting her thoughts, Harry leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you walk down with Lily first, and then I'll walk down with James."
"I'm just the nanny, shouldn't I go down by myself and let you and the children make your entrance?" Hermione asked, looking uncomfortable.
"No, you should walk down with us. You play an important role in Lily and James life, I'm proud of the work you do and I think you deserve some recognition," Harry replied, looking very serious. "Usually Cole and Lisa would walk down with us, but unfortunately they both had to work tonight for the first couple of hours and then they'll be able to enjoy themselves." 'And I'll have you all to myself for at least an hour,' he thought to himself, pleased at the prospect of holding Hermione close and dancing with her.
Reigning in his wandering thoughts, Harry took a deep breath and said, "Time to mingle with the Rich and Pretentious."
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NANNY WANTED CHAPTER 8 - The Start Of Something Wonderful
As Hermione and Lily stepped off of the last stair onto the hardwood floor of the converted dining room, she noticed many of the older women staring at her and leaning together, obviously openly gossiping about her. Trying to tamp down her nervousness, she walked forward into the crowd as it parted, making her way to the makeshift stage where the band Harry had hired for the night was set up. Stopping in front of it, she waited for Harry and James to pass by her and make their way up the stairs of the stage. Following them, Hermione held her hand out to James and the three of them stood off to the side behind Harry as he took center stage and cast a sonorous charm.
"Hello, and welcome to my annual Halloween Ball," Harry said graciously and then paused as everyone applauded politely. When the noise died down he continued, "I hope that you will all have an enjoyable evening, and now the musical styling's of The Hippogriffs!"
The band struck up behind him and as he, Hermione, Lily, and James moved off the stage and the lead singer took his place. As he sang one of the top songs on the wizard charts, Harry walked up to Lily, gave an exaggerated bow and asked, "Fancy a dance with your clumsy old Father?"
Lily giggled and replied, "You're not old Daddy, and I love to dance with you." She squealed as Harry scooped her up in his arms and proceeded to spin her around in circles, surrounded by all of his guests who smiled adoringly at their obvious happiness.
Hermione watched them with a huge smile on her face, loving how carefree Harry seemed, when she felt a tug on her hand. She looked down and saw James standing there looking at her questioningly and then looking out at the dance floor. "Would you like to dance James?" she asked, amazed at what he was silently requesting. He nodded his head slowly, took a deep breath and while looking at her said, "Yes."
Hermione gasped when he spoke and felt tears welling up in her eyes. Thinking that it would be best not to make a big deal out of it, she said, "I would be honored."
The two of them walked out onto the floor, blending in with the many other couples that were dancing, and Hermione couldn't help thinking how grown-up James acted as he lightly placed his hand on her waist and took hold of her other hand. He barely stood higher than her waist, so he was actually reaching up as he assumed the traditional dancing position and he looked so serious that Hermione's heart melted. As they slowly started to sway back and forth, she smiled down at him and asked, "Did your Mum teach you how to dance?"
James nodded in reply and smiled back. His cheeks took on a pinkish tinge as she said, "Well you are a very good dancer."
When Harry looked around, he noticed his son dancing with Hermione and stopped. Lily, curious as to why he had stopped, looked where he was looking and said, "James is dancing with Hermy...he's never danced with anyone but..."
"Your Mother," Harry finished, his surprise evident in his voice. He continued to watch, pride and love overwhelming him as he watched how stoically James held himself and how serious he was as he and Hermione moved slowly, side to side. Smiling, Harry said, "We'd better not keep watching or else he might get embarrassed."
As the song finished, Lily walked over to James and Hermione, leaving Harry alone to talk to his guests. Hermione continued to mingle, making sure to keep the children by her side the entire time so that they didn't bother Harry, and talked to many witches and wizards she had never met before in her life. A lot of them came up to say hello to Lily and James, and soon the grandfather clock struck eight and it was time for them to go to bed. After saying goodnight to Harry, the kids made their way to their rooms to change. Just as Hermione stepped up on the staircase, Harry walked up behind her, grabbing her arm gently to stop her, and asked, "May I have the first dance when you come back down?"
"Yes you may," she answered quietly, affected yet again by the intensity of his eyes. When his attention was drawn away from her by an older witch that had asked if she could have a word, Hermoine made her way up the stairs. She could feel him watching her and she had to stop herself from turning back to look at him as she felt a flutter of anticipation in her stomach.
Making her way to James room first, she knocked and then opened the door to find him already in his pajamas and under the covers. Walking up to the bed, Hermione leaned over to pull the covers up to his shoulders and said, "Goodnight James, and thank you for the dance, you're a wonderful dancer."
Hermione watched as his smile spread from ear to ear and he looked embarrassed again. Leaning down, she placed a light kiss on his forehead and once again wished him goodnight before walking out and closing the door behind her. Next she made her way across the hall to Lily's room, knocked lightly and then walked in after hearing Lily telling her to come in. Hermione found her holding one of her stuffed animals, twirling around the room as she hummed one of the songs the band had played. Finally coaxing her into bed, Hermione said goodnight to her and kissed her on the forehead before closing the door to her room also.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and tamp down the anticipation that she felt, Hermione walked down the staircase once more and found Harry waiting for her at the bottom, his eyes on her the entire way down. When he silently held out a hand to her, she took it while bowing her head to look at the floor, flattered at the attention he was giving her.
Harry led her onto the dance floor just as the band started to play a slow song and Harry had to fight not to smile. He had secretly hoped that he would get to hold Hermione close as they danced and a slow song gave him a perfect excuse to do so. Wrapping his right arm around her waist, he took her left hand in his and started to move slowly. He didn't know why, but for some reason that night he just couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Maybe it was the blue of the dress she wore that made her eyes sparkle the way they were, or the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back that made her look more soft and feminine. Whatever it was, Harry could feel himself becoming even more attracted to her and he found that he didn't really want to fight it. Without realizing it, he pulled her closer to him, making it so that there wasn't any space between them at all and when he looked down at her he found her staring back with a surprised look on her face.
"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" he asked quietly, bending his head closer to hers.
"N-No," she stuttered, clearly affected by his forwardness, "Not at all."
They continued to dance closely for two more songs and when a faster song came on they both agreed they could use something to drink and headed toward the bar that had been set up against one of the walls. "One firewhiskey and..." Harry turned from the bartender to look at Hermione and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
"Sherry, please," Hermione replied, surprising him.
After handing Hermione her drink Harry said, "I'm not sure why, but I'm surprised that you drink sherry."
"My Mum turned me on to it," she answered, "She started drinking it after her Mum had her try it...I guess it's just something the women of my family enjoy."
After that, Hermione stood by his side, sipping her drink as he spoke to the many guests that approached him wanting a word. She watched as he smiled politely and admired how gracious he was to each of them. While lost in thoughts of how handsome he looked while staring at his lips and thinking how they had felt on hers when he kissed her, he turned toward her and caught her staring. She felt her cheeks warm instantly and cursed herself as he smiled knowingly at her. Blaming her traitorous thoughts on the sherry, she turned to watch the couples on the dance floor and found herself face-to-face with Cole...who looked absolutely dashing.
"Hello Hermione," he greeted, "May I just say that you look absolutely stunning tonight?"
"Thank you Cole," she replied, glancing uneasily at Harry when she felt his stare.
"Would you like to dance?" Cole asked as the band struck up a traditional waltz.
"Um, sure," Hermione replied. Placing her glass on the bar, she took Cole's proffered hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor. As he led the dance, Hermione could almost feel Harry's eye's boring into her back and knew that she dare not turn around. When she looked up at Cole's face she noticed him looking in Harry's direction with a smug sort of look on his face and felt herself grow aggravated. She didn't know what little game they were playing, but she was starting to feel like some prize they were both competing for. Startled by that thought, she realized that Harry and Cole had been acting that way for the past couple of weeks, she just hadn't paid much attention to it before.
"So who's winning?" she asked, causing Cole to look down at her with a confused look on his face.
"I'm sorry?" he asked, perplexed.
"I asked you who was winning, you know, this little pissing contest that you and Harry seem to have going between the two of you," she replied, looking annoyed. "I've thought that there was something amiss with the way you two were behaving, how suddenly you both needed me for one thing or another, coming up with excuses so that I would help you with things I normally wouldn't. What, am I some prize that you're trying to win?"
"Look, Hermione, it's not what you're thinking," Cole said, giving her what he probably thought was a charming smile. "I've had my eye on you since the first day you interviewed, you are a very beautiful woman, and I don't think my interest has gone unnoticed."
Hermione looked away, a little embarrassed by his straight-forward explanation, but then looked him in the eye again as he said, "And I'm sure you haven't missed Harry's obvious interest in you either. We've always had great taste in women, and have been attracted to the same birds through the years. It's not on purpose, but it usually turns into an unmentioned, friendly competition between us. It's nothing personal, and we don't think of you as a prize...it's just a man thing, and you happen to be a bonus."
Acting without thinking, Hermione felt her hand connect with Cole's cheek as a red haze clouded her vision. "I am NOT some prize to be won!" she said harshly, trying to keep her voice down. Turning quickly on her heel, she hastily made her way off the dance floor, away from all the happily dancing couples, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Has Cole done something to upset you?" Harry asked, his voice full of concern.
Hermione turned to face him, her face portraying her hurt and anger as she glared at him and said, "As if you don't know? Cole was just telling me about your 'friendly competition'!"
"Our what?" Harry asked, clearly confused. He turned as someone walked up behind him and saw Cole standing there looking quite mad as he stared Hermione down. "Enough of this. Cole, go outside and make sure that David is doing okay out there by himself. Hermione, go wait in my office, I'll be in there in a moment to speak with you."
Taking a deep breath and silently swearing to himself as he noticed the stares they had attracted, Harry excused himself to those around him and made his way to his office to see what the hell had just transpired between Hermione and Cole.
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When he walked into the office, Harry found Hermione pacing back and forth in front of his desk, mumbling incoherently to herself. Fighting not to smile as he thought how cute she was when she was angry, Harry walked toward her and said, "Care to explain why you slapped Cole out on the dance floor?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it was because he told me about your little competition to see who could win my attention?!" she replied, glaring at him angrily.
"Our 'competition'?" Harry repeated again, still unclear as to what she was referring to. When she continued to stare at him, he said, "Honestly, Hermione, I have no idea what you are talking about. Cole and I are in no competition over you. That would be disrespectful and it's something I don't believe in. If Cole feels there is a reason to compete with me, then I have no knowledge of it and I apologize for his behavior."
The hard look in her eyes softened a bit but there was still some distrust as she studied him quietly, trying to gauge his sincerity. "Why would he tell me that then?" she asked.
Harry walked up to her, stopping mere inches away, and replied, "Because he has always felt the need to make everything a competition between us. It was that way all through Hogwarts, and he still continues to do it now. If you like, I can speak with him and set him straight on the matter?"
"No, that's okay, but thank you for offering," she replied politely, "At least now I know what his intentions are." Thrown a little by his outright honesty and a little unnerved by his nearness, she could smell the cologne that he was wearing, and that combined with the only light in the room coming from the fireplace started to overwhelm her senses.
Harry stood there watching the many emotions that were flashing in her eyes and took in the way her skin glowed in the firelight. Trying to reign in his desire for her that seemed to be fueled even more by the alcohol he had consumed, he closed the distance between them and asked quietly, "What about my intentions? Were they clear after I kissed you?"
Hermione's eyes grew wide as his question washed over her and sparked a fire in her blood. She stared into his eyes and saw that they were darker than their usual brilliant green. The twinkle that she sometimes saw in them was gone as well and as he continued to stare at her with his desire filled gaze she felt her knees buckle a bit, so she leaned back against the desk.
Feeling emboldened by her reaction to him, Harry reached out and slipped his hands around her waist, drawing her to him so that there wasn't any space left between them. The feel of her body pressed along his was nearly his undoing, and he tightened his arms around her. When she didn't attempt to push him away or slap him for his forwardness, he decided to push his luck and bending his head down, captured her lips with his in a heated kiss. This wasn't like the simple kiss they had shared before...Harry had immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth, letting her know that this was no friendly kiss, and deepened it when he heard her moan.
Hermione was lost in a sea of longing. When he had wrapped his arms around her she had felt like just melting into him and letting go of all her inhibitions. Now as he kissed her without reservation, she brought her hands up and tangled them into his hair, loving the feel of the silky black strands as they slid through her fingers. Feeling his tongue tangling with hers, Hermione pressed her body closer to his, acting upon some instinct that told her that she needed to be closer somehow, and her breath caught as she felt his hands moving from her waist up to her shoulders and back down. Trailing his hands around her sides to her stomach, he slowly brought them up until they rested on her covered breasts, causing a hitch in her breathing at the feel of them there.
Harry broke the kiss and before she could utter a protest, he started to kiss his way along her jaw, down her neck, and then across her collarbone. Tangling her hands in his hair again, she closed her eyes as the feel of his lips on her bare skin caused a fire to erupt low in her belly.
As he kissed his way back up her neck and claimed her lips again, she realized that he had positioned himself between her legs. With her skirt pushed up so that it draped around his legs, she wrapped her legs around him and couldn't help but smile against his lips as he groaned. She couldn't believe how turned on she was at that moment, and the fact that she could affect Harry this way made her feel powerful. He was not Harry Potter, her boss at that moment...he was Harry Potter, a normal hot-blooded male that seemed to want her as much as she wanted him.
That last thought slammed into her hard and her eyes popped open, wide with disbelief at what she was doing. She couldn't do this, he was her boss for Merlin's sake, and she wasn't willing to put her job in jeopardy for something she was unsure about. Breaking the kiss and breathing hard, she looked him in the eyes and said, "Harry, I don't think we should be doing this."
He stood there quietly for a moment, staring at her with passion-glazed eyes, and she watched as they cleared and became more focused on her. Leaning his forehead against hers lightly, he took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm not going to say I'm sorry that this happened, Hermione. I want to be with you, I'm tired of denying it, and I think it's safe to say you want me too."
There it was again, that brutal honesty that blew her away and attracted her even more. Damn him! Why did he have to make it so complicated? Of course she wanted him too, but did she really want to risk losing her job for some physical pleasure, or whatever this was between them? Lily and James meant the world to her and she didn't want to do something that could cause her to have to leave them, especially now when it seemed that James was starting to open up a bit.
Harry watched as the myriad of emotions played out across her face and knew she was silently arguing with herself. Deciding to spare her the internal unease she looked to be feeling, he kissed her once more and said, "I should be getting back to the guests, why don't you and I talk about this more later?"
"Okay," Hermione replied quietly as she fixed her dress, thankful that he'd given her a way out of her ordeal, if only for a little while. She would have some time to think things over now, and would hopefully be able to come up with an answer soon. She smiled as Harry took her hand in his and led her to the door. Turning toward him, she noticed that, thanks to her, his hair was messier than usual and she reached up to try to fix it.
"Thank you," Harry said with an appreciative smile. Opening the door, he motioned for her to walk out first and then followed her out, closing the door behind him. He watched as she walked amongst the guests, saying a polite greeting to a few here and there, and knew that they would be having their talk a lot sooner than she expected.
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Okay for those of you that have read this story you may notice that I skipped a few sentences in the middle there. This was the chapter where the rating was upped to rated R because of a few racy descriptions in there [laughs] So yeah, those where cut out for the younger crowd.
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FAN FICTION WEBSITE - FIREWHISKEY.NET
Something else I wanted to talk about was a new fan fiction website, well it`s not new it`s semi-new. They opened last year I believe and I was honoured to be invited to post my stories on there before they opened it officially. It`s Firewhiskey, I love their slogan it`s “Get pissed on Fan Fiction.”
The creators and admins over there are William Lang and Crystal Hardison and you know you can buy rounds for the authors, leave reviews, they`re pretty lenient on story submissions. There ratings go from G, PG, PG-13 to NC-17. Various pairings on there not just Harry/Hermione but they`re very friendly to all sorts of ships. They`re not centred on Ron/Hermione or Harry/Ginny or Harry/Hermione they welcome all stories… well I think all stories I`m not sure on… [laughs] But I had asked the creators of the website if I could give them a plug because it`s just because it`s a fantastic website and I`m in the process now of moving my stories over there because HPFF or whatever it is, Harry Potter Fan Fiction, they rejected a chapter of mine just because I didn`t put a classification on there that I should`ve. That`s just one of the various problems I`ve had over there so I`ve decided to kinda move my stories onto Firewhiskey because they`re a much better website. So besides Portkey my stories are going to be on Firewhiskey now. If you haven`t checked it out please go over there and just look around, you may find some more stories, you know Harry/Hermione stories that you haven`t read before.
The web address is www.firewhiskey.net and I`ll also be talking about this on Harmony Podcast as well because these guys deserve the mention. They have a well run website, they`re user friendly, you know they get back to you right away if you email them. So if you get a chance like I said, go check it out and if you find any good stories on there that you want to recommend go to Harmony Podcast into the story recommendation thread and post it there. I`ll happily pass it along to the listeners.
That`s it for this episode of Harmonics, thank you so much for listening. I apoligise for the time between updates, next time will be sooner. Thank for listening everyone, until next time, this is Misti, bye.
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