I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry. Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast. Does he not realize he could have died? Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit. I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing. Wouldn't want to tempt him."Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest." I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty. Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?"Fucking, no good, worthless—"The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside. What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"
"Stop being such a worrywart and shag me already!" I answer with a wink. He rolls his eyes and continues to wave his wand over me. I'd rather he wave another wand over me, but he's not giving in, damn him!"What's this about me not having to do kiss arse tonight? You read the bloody owl, I'm expected at the fucking ball!"He looks up at me, his eyebrows raised then throws his head back and laughs."What's so funny?""Just picturing you in fancy witch's robes for the ball. You'd look smashing in pink. Hermione…" he quickly looks down at where his wand is poised over my knee and shakes his head. "Never mind, I mean you don't have to go to the ceremony tonight."My eyes widen and with a smile, I pull up so that his face is inches away. "All the more reason to get a quick shag in, don't you think?" When he pulls back, I crash my lips against his and thread my fingers in his hair. Okay, a quick snog then! But damn, he feels bloody wonderful pressed against me.