Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…I own the plot and characters you do not recognise.
A/N: This has been reposted! And re-written! I've not been able to smooth the whole thing over, but I do think it's a lot better than what was up here before. There is a small note at the bottom and I'd really appreciate if you could read that before reading the other chapters, if you've not read this story already.
The Day I Woke up in my Best Friend's Bed
Chapter One: Waking up to reality
Oh no… fuck.
Guess where I am right now. I'm in my apartment with Harry. Now, normally that wouldn't be a problem but this morning I woke up naked and in his bed. So now you see why my first thoughts were 'Oh no'.
Well, as soon as I got my bearings and knew where I was, I wrapped a sheet around myself and crept out of there as quietly as I could. I made it to my room safely and closed the door behind me. I crossed over to my bed and sat down and pinched myself. Well, it hurt and I haven't woken up from a dream so I've come to the conclusion that I either decided it would be nice to sleep naked with my best friend… or we had sex.
What the hell were we doing last night? Honestly, I've never been so drunk that I forgot what happened the night before and this is not a good feeling. Okay, I remember coming home from work yesterday and then eating dinner and watching TV. And then Harry came home and announced that his girlfriend broke up with him. Then we started drinking and I don't remember anymore after about ten shots of Firewhiskey.
Bloody hell … I'm turning into Ron. Oh God I do not want that to happen. Okay, I need to talk to Harry about this today. I'll change and then go into his room and talk. Thank goodness today is Saturday.
I changed quickly into some jeans and a t-shirt and then left my room and went into Harry's room. He was still asleep, the bedclothes only covering his lower body so his torso was bathed in sunlight… oh, he looks good… oh God Hermione! Don't think like that!
I shook that thought off and walked over to his bed and shook him awake. "Harry wake up!"
"What?" he asked opening his eyes and staring up at me. "Mione," he whined. "It's Saturday. No work today."
I smiled at this but then remembered why I was waking him up. "Um, Harry. We need to talk."
"Can't it wait until I'm awake?" he asked groaning and sitting up. He made to get out of the bed but I pushed him back. "Mione! What was that for?"
"Uh … just don't get out of the bed while I'm in here," I said nervously.
"Hermione I'm wearing …" he looked under the sheets, "Nothing. Okay. Could you please leave and we'll talk once I have clothes on?"
"Yeah okay," I said standing up and leaving the room. I walked into the living room and turned the TV on. Nothing on it could distract me so I turned it off and waited for Harry to come out of his room. He soon did and sat down next to me.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Do you remember what we did last night?" I asked looking at him.
He frowned and thought for a moment. "I came home and told you that Lucy broke up with me. So you brought the Firewhiskey out and we began to drink. And then… oh."
"What?" I asked, beginning to panic. He said something I couldn't hear so I slapped his arm and asked again, "What?"
He looked at me, straight in the eye and said, "I think we had sex."
I was silent. So, my worst fears were confirmed. "Did we use contraception?" I asked quietly. He nodded. "Okay," I said, calming down slightly. "But… we had sex?"
"I think so. Look, I'm sorry Hermione…"
I sighed and said, "No, I'm sorry. If I hadn't brought out that stupid Firewhiskey we wouldn't have gotten drunk. Are you absolutely sure?"
"Did you wake up in my bed this morning naked?"
"Then yes, I'm very sure." I nodded and stared at the blank television screen. I felt him take my hand in his and say, "Are you okay?"
"To be honest I… I think I just need some space, okay?" I took my hand from his and stood up. "I'm just going to go out and have a coffee."
He nodded and stood up too. "I'm sorry Mione. But can we talk again when you get home?"
I smiled weakly and kissed his cheek. "Yeah. See you later."
I walked over to my room and grabbed my bag which held my wand and purse – which was rather large considering the size of the stupid coins I have to put in there. I apparated over to the Burrow and knocked on the front door. I heard Mrs Weasley come to it and open it.
"Hermione! How are you?" she asked pulling me inside and giving me one of her famous bone-crushing hugs.
"I'm fine Mrs Weasley," I said hugging her back.
"What brings you here?" she asked, releasing me from her embrace.
"Well, I was wondering if I could speak with Ginny."
"Sure. She's in the living room," she said leading me through the house to the living room. "Ginny. Hermione's here to see you."
Ginny looked up and smiled. "Hey."
"Could I talk to you?" I asked.
She stood up and said, "Sure. We can go up to my room."
"Where we won't be heard by extendable ears," I added, looking pointedly at the two twins who were talking quietly in the corner.
George looked up and said, "Don't you trust us Hermione?"
"Should I?" I asked.
"No," Ginny said pulling me through the house and out the back door. "What's up?"
I pulled her further down the yard and said, "Guess where I woke up this morning."
"In your bed?" she said, shrugging.
"In Harry's bed."
Ginny grinned and asked, "What were you wearing?"
Her eyes and her grin widened, "Oh my God!" she squealed.
"This is not good!" I said quickly.
"Oh come on Hermione. You just woke up in Harry Potter's bed. The world's most eligible bachelor…"
"How do you know he and Lucy broke up?"
"It was in the paper," Ginny said, shrugging. "Anyway, I want details."
"Well, you aren't getting any," I said firmly. "I don't remember anything.
"Nothing? You didn't even check under the sheets to see how big he was?"
"Ginny!" I exclaimed, slapping her arm.
She smirked and said, "Oh, I forgot. You don't need to. You walked in on him when he was in the shower, didn't you?"
'Oh shut up," I said, my face going bright red.
"So, how big is he?" she asked, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"I don't know! It's not like I got a tape measure and checked!"
"Come on Hermione," she whined.
"Oh fine," I said, sighing. "Maybe eight… or nine inches."
Ginny laughed and clapped her hands. "Ooh you have sex with a big boy!"
"Ginny! Now everything will be uncomfortable and awkward!"
"It doesn't have to be," she said thoughtfully. "Do you like him?"
I sighed and thought for a moment. There was a time when I thought I loved him but I guess that passed. But then that image of him naked in the shower came into my head. The droplets of water sliding down his muscular and tanned torso… his gorgeous arse, so terribly tight. And then his fantastic personality came into the equation – he was so nice and had the sweetest nature ever.
Oh. My. God. I'm in love with the idiot.
"Yes," I said in a small voice.
"I love him," I whispered, the reality crashing in on me like a huge wave.
"So go tell him," she said simply. "I bet you he feels the same way."
"How much do you bet me?" I asked gloomily.
Ginny smiled and said, "He went out with all those girls to get over you. And if I know Harry Potter, he won't have gotten over you. Didn't you notice how much those girls were like you?"
"No buts young lady! Go home and tell him!"
"I can't just go home and say 'Hi Harry. I'm in love with you'."
"Yeah I know. But you guys are going to have to talk about this sooner or later. It's better that you do it sooner rather than later."
I sighed and said, "Okay. I'll go home now and see if he's there."
Ginny smiled and hugged me. "Good girl. Floo me, okay?"
"Sure. See you." I pulled back and disapparated with a small pop.
A/N: ok guys… this has been reposted. I've finally gotten around to editing and rewriting… parts of it. I know it's definitely still pretty bad, but this is the best I can do at the moment. I can feel my eyes begin to close because I'm so tired… so I'll be off to bed for now. If you're reading this for the first time, I warn you; until I finish editing the whole story it is really badly written. Please review if you haven't already.