Harmione One Shots

Blurred Lines

Summary: The morning after Harry and Hermione blur the line from friends to lovers.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Simply_Lovely_Reader on Ao3

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It was a gentle tickle to his nose that woke Harry the next morning.

He swatted it away, burrowing his face deeper into his pillow as he tried to fall back asleep, the lack of sunlight around the edges of his eyes told him it was not yet fully morning and therefore he'd rather go back to sleep then get up to another Saturday spent alone in the gloomy decrepit house left to him by his godfather.

Though it had been years since the war ended, Harry had done little to refurbish the old Black home, instead burying himself in his work with the Auror's department, volunteering for every assignment, staying late hours at the Ministry to finish the last bit of paperwork, going out with his mates on the weekends...anything that kept him from the house he reluctantly called home.

Harry inhaled deeply as he nestled deeper into the softness of his pillow, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth at the familiar scent of lavender and rain as the tendrils of the dream he'd been in began to pull him back into blissful subconscious.

It was a quiet "Mmm," that had Harry's eyes snapping open, blinking rapidly to rid his eyes of sleep, his hand twitching reflexively for his wand.

When his fingers curled around soft skin, he let out a choked exhale, realizing the pillow he'd been cradling was Hermione. The soft curves of her back and arse were pressed against every part of his front where he lay on his side, arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her to him.

Her curls were splayed across his shoulder, some having fallen across his cheek and tickling his nose again.

A glance around the darkened room told him he was not at Grimmauld Place at all, but in Hermione's bedroom in her small flat in London. The muted light of dawn was barely cresting through the window on the far wall.

The more awake he became, the more the memories he had thought were just a dream came flooding back to him.

Harry when he went to Hermione's office in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures yesterday afternoon after he and Ron had returned from their two-week assignment for the Auror's department.

Hermione's face when it lit up upon seeing Harry.

The thudding of Harry's heart when she'd hurried around her desk and threw her arms around his neck.

The realization in that moment of how much he'd truly missed the witch while he'd been gone.

The sudden unexpected dawning that he hadn't just missed her...but that he was bloody in love with her.

The awareness that had nearly caused him fall to his knees.

The plastering of a well practiced friendly smile on his face when they'd pulled away.

Hermione insisting they grab dinner and swatting playfully at Harry's arm when he teased her for wanting to leave work at a normal hour.

The greasy basket of fish and chips they'd shared at the Leaky while Harry regaled her with stories of his time away while she listened attentively, asking questions and gasping at the proper moments.

Harry reaching out to swipe a smudge of butterbeer foam from her upper lip without thinking, his thumb lingering far past what was acceptable between friends.