Harmione One Shots

First To Make The Move

Summary: After what was supposed to be just a casual dinner between friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger have an impromptu night together, and spend the following day with their friends, trying to figure out who made the first move.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Ickleronnikens on Ao3

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Someone was knocking hard on Ginny Weasley's apartment door and it woke her. She yelled out to whoever it was to go away, and she wrapped her pillow around her head, covering her ears, desperate to get back to sleep. When the knocking did not cease, she groaned and was forced to sit up in her bed, her mood not helped by the sight of the alarm clock on the bedside table that informed her it was not even nine o'clock yet. And on a Sunday morning no less! She grinded her teeth as she climbed out of her bed, picked up her wand, and made her way out into the hallway, adamant in hexing whoever it was that had dared to wake her, and she would be especially nasty if it turned out to be one of her dumb brothers, because they should know better.

The knocking did not stop until she reached the door, unlocked it, and then wrenched it open, her hand outstretched, wand extended, prepared to strike if she did not like the look of the offender that was standing on the other side. The moment she saw who was standing on her doorstep, however, she sighed, lowered her wand, and slumped against the doorframe.

"Hermione?" She said, yawning and bringing her free hand up to rub her eyes, before looking back at her friend with venom. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Waking me up and making so much noise? It's Sunday morning! I was about to hex you!"

Hermione Granger looked like she had a lot on her mind. She stood there in a very nervous pose, biting her lip, cradling one of her hands (but that could have just been from the incessant knocking she had been doing), and she was looking at Ginny with very serious eyes.

"What is it?" Ginny asked, forgetting to be angry for a moment after seeing the look Hermione was giving her. "What's happened?"

"Harry and I slept together," Hermione blurted out, right there in the middle of the hallway, where everyone in the world could hear her.

Ginny, however, blinked at her friend in surprise, and even raised her eyebrows, for that was the last thing that she had expected to hear first thing in the morning.

"You'd better come in," she said, stepping aside, and after a moment of hesitation, Hermione entered the redhead's apartment, and the door was shut behind her.

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"Mate, there you are."

Harry Potter had just stepped into the muggle coffee shop that he had planned to meet his best friend at that morning, but due to unforeseen circumstances, he had found himself running quite late, and arrived just as Ron Weasley had his drink placed in front of him by the waiter.

"Sorry I'm late, Ron," he said a little breathlessly, before turning to the waiter, "I'll have a Moroccan, Flat White, Honey and Cinnamon Cappuccino, please, and hold the cinnamon."

The waiter nodded and then shuffled away.

"I thought I was going to have to send a search party out to look for you," Ron said, as he casually stirred his drink and surveyed his best mate, "where have you been? And why do you look like that?"

"Like what?" Harry asked in reply.

"You look very happy with yourself," Ron raised an eyebrow at him, "what have you done?"