The Potter Bride

Chapter Two

THE POTTER BRIDE

By: tweety-src-clt9

CHAPTER TWO

Harry Potter was busy reading specific parts of his family's codex regarding marriage. Since Hermione is finally back in Britain and is sleeping in the Lady Potter's chambers, he had to dig deep on his family's conditions on marriage. He is certain that she would fight this tooth and nail so best be prepared. Frankly, he couldn't blame her because it was her freedom to choose that is at stake after all.

He was so caught up in his reading that as he opened the door of the lord's study to check on Winky and Kreacher regarding breakfast, he bumped into someone. They fell on the carpeted floor with him on top due to the collision. As the codex fell on the opposite direction, he gasped as he saw Hermione Granger whose eyes were briefly closed from the pain of slightly hitting her head on the floor.

"Ouch!", she groaned as she opened her eyes. Harry could only stare at the chocolate brown eyes and the beautiful face that he has missed for so long. Why did I ever let you go in the first place?

"Could you get off me please?", she whispered as she avoided his penetrating eyes.

"Oh! Sorry!", he immediately rolled off her as his mind was brought back to reality. He quickly stood up and was about to offer her a hand when his eyes froze. Hermione Granger is wearing nothing but a translucent red nightgown that barely reaches her knees and the neckline was low that he could easily see her cleavage. Given the sheer cloth, he has a tantalizing view of her nipples and her black cotton knickers. She slowly stood up and then stretched her neck and arched her back as soon as she was on her feet. Merlin! How could she have gotten so sexy in the past six years!

His eyes were so busy devouring every curve of her body that he didn't hear her speak until she threw a thin hardbound book which hit his shoulder.

"Ow!", he rubbed the area the book hit and looked at her face to see that she was glaring at him.

"Will you stop staring at me and listen!", she crossed her arms across her chest and immediately his eyes focused on the valley of her barely concealed breasts.

"Don't you even have the decency to stop ogling me?", she huffed. He looked into her eyes and he knew he was blushing. Great! Way to go in making a good impression, Potter, he inwardly cringed.

"I'm sorry", he looked down in shame while he mentally chastised himself.

"Could you please transfigure my clothes into something more decent and less revealing please? I don't want to go walking around in some strange place dressed like a hussy!", she demanded.

"You don't have your wand?", he pried.

"I haven't used magic for the last six years and I have my wand hidden away at home."

"Oh. Okay", he shrugged before summoning his wand from his invisible holster and transfigured her nightgown into a long thick full sleeved dress that was a bit large for her frame.

"Thank you."

"Of course. So, ah, how are, I'm sure you're hungry, Hermione", he said awkwardly.

"I'm still good. But I do want to talk to you about this bloody prophecy we are supposed to be in!"

"Okay. Sure. Please follow me Hermione", he gestured to the door he exited from and she nodded before following him.

Harry took a seat behind the large oak desk of the lord's study and Hermione took a seat on one of the stools across his desk. Her eyes did a quick evaluation of the room and he sat there patiently waiting for her reactions. He knew that she would be the one to break the silence due to her innately curious personality. When she cleared her throat, he stopped himself from breaking out into a fond smile. Despite being away from him for the last six years, some things just don't change.