About Harry

Hermione

I'm awake, undecided on what to do. Shall I go down? I think the woman is still there as I didn't hear any sound.

I'll go. I won't allow him to bully me in staying shut in this room like a frightened bunny.

I descend the stairs slowly and I peep in the living room. The curtains are drawn but enough light filters for me to see that they are on the sofa sleeping. Stark naked, covered only by a blanket.

I go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. Not two minutes later a rustle and some steps make me look behind my shoulders. He is there on the threshold, wearing only his pants, dissolute air, sexy like a god.

Hermione, get a grip.

'Can I have some?' he asks nodding at the coffee ready in the machine.

'If you get rid of the girl, you can.' I answer boldly.

He gets out without remonstrance, and I hear him whispering from the lounge 'Hey babe, wake up. You must go'

She mumbles something in reply, and, after a moment I get a glimpse of two very long naked legs passing in front of the kitchen heading for the bathroom.

While the sound of the shower fills the room, Harry is again in the kitchen sitting down and looking at me challenging. Not in the least intimidated I sustain his gaze.

When the sound stops, the woman (which, by the way, has legs basically starting from under her chin) appears on the door wearing a towel around a flawless young body.

She towels her hair with a frown that only enhance the prettiness of her lips 'This house is very bizarre... Never seen anything like it. Have you got a hairdryer or something? I couldn't find it. I couldn't even find a plug or something, how do you...'

But she stops short having seen me.

'You must be the substitute wife.' She says bitchingly in the end 'Are you married to her or something?' she asks turning to Harry and ignoring me.

'No, she is only a friend.' The word "only" spat out with a wicked slowness only to pain me with a degradation 'Here to bug me as much as possible and to right my profligate life. Or so I think. Correct me if I'm wrong.' He says turning to me with a mocking smirk not at all friendly. I don't deign him of an answer.

She arches her perfect designed eyebrows 'Well, I hope she won't succeed' she says haughty marching back in the living room dropping her towel on the way (obviously not bothering to pick it up).

I glimpse enough to make me ponder on the injustice of this world. Why to give so much to such woman. The world is unfair.

Harry is observing this masterpiece too but strangely enough doesn't follow her as I think she expected him to do.

I'll content myself of this small satisfaction.

When she appears again, she is buttoning her jacket, Harry stands up to accompany her to the door.

She fumbles in her bag, dipping out a paper and a pen 'I had a great time.' She says scribbling something on it 'This is my number. Call me if you wish for more dissolution, don't let her spoil you' she adds shooting me a contemptuous smile and a flirtatious one on him.

'All right, babe. I'll call you. See you'

When she is outside, I hear him mumbling under his voice and then getting back to the kitchen.

First thing he does is to throw the paper in the fireplace.

'Such a charming girl' I say ironic to which he doesn't answer.