Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: This is chapter one of a three chapter fic… my beta hasn't responded to an email I sent her a couple of days ago and I just got impatient and decided to upload this now lol. This chapter is pretty short though… the chapters do get a bit longer each time so yeah… I do hope you like. Please remember to review at the end! And keep in mind that this is just a bit of fun... not serious at all. :D

A/N: This is also dedicated to my wonderful horny reviewer Michelle Moonshine. Thanks for the idea hunni! Oh and the superhero thing is just a reference to my obsession with heroes' lol… :D they amuse me greatly.

Superheroes, Snow and Circles

Chapter One: Superheroes

"Wonder Woman."

"Are you serious?"



"Because… she was cool."

"No, because she wore a corset and underwear as a costume."

"Well, who did you like?"


"Oh yes, the infamous 'underwear over the pants' superhero."

"Hey, a lot of the male superheros wore their underwear on the outside of their pants!"

"I still think it's silly."

"Well, that's you," Hermione said, poking her tongue out at Harry.

He poked his tongue back out at her and said, "At least Wonder Woman didn't wear her underwear on the outside of her pants."

"She didn't wear pants," Hermione retorted, smirking at him.

"Oh shut up," he said, smiling and holding his hands up in defeat.

Hermione smiled back and stretched back on the couch. "Should we be in bed?" she asked, yawning widely, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Probably," Harry said, yawning as well. "But bed is all the way up those stairs," he said, glaring at the boys' staircase.

"Lazy," Hermione remarked, smirking at him and poking him softly with her toe.

He poked his tongue out at her again and nudged her back with his foot. There was a small silence in which he gazed down at the dying fire.

They were sitting in odd positions on the couch. At opposite ends, their feet were resting next to the other's body. Hermione's were buried in the couch, next to Harry's very warm body. Harry's were next to her, on the edge of the couch. Her fingers were absentmindedly playing softly with his toes, tracing small circles around the tops of his feet.

"Why don't we just go to sleep here?" Harry asked suddenly, looking back up at Hermione.

"Because one of us would fall off the couch," she said simply, running her hand up to his ankle, now running her fingernails across it softly.

"Well… then…" Harry trailed off, thinking hard of a plan so they wouldn't have to go upstairs. "You can sleep on top of me!" he exclaimed, grinning broadly.

"Harry, stop grinning like that at the thought of me lying on top of you all night," Hermione said, laughing at him.

"Hey, it means we don't have to go upstairs!"

"Lazy," Hermione muttered, nudging him again.

"I don't see you getting up to go to bed," he said nudging her back.

She smiled and said, "Oh fine. But I'm on top. You'd squash me if you were on top."

"Jeez thanks," he grunted, as she switched positions from lying back, to lying on him, kneeing his side in the process. "Ouch Mione!"

"Oooh I'm sorry," she said immediately, shifting over slightly. "Did I get you in the...?"

"No," he said forcefully, "thank goodness."

"Alright, well, this is not comfortable," she said, frowning as she lay down on his chest. She had absolutely no idea where to put her hands. She couldn't put them beneath her because then she'd be touching Harry… down there. She couldn't put them next to her body because then she'd be touching him… almost touching his skin if his shirt rode up a little. She settled for leaning on her forearms while her arms were folded on his chest.

"We need a blanket," Harry muttered, looking behind himself at one of the one-man couches which was next to the couch they were on. There was a blanket from the night before when Hermione had stayed down there, doing homework. He reached for it, letting out a groan when he couldn't reach it.

"Oh honestly," Hermione murmured, crawling up Harry and grabbing at it.

"Hermione stop suffocating me with your breasts!" Harry exclaimed, laughing as she pulled back, blushing a deep red.

"Oh be quiet," she said, smacking his chest softly.

"Ouch," he said, wincing at the non-existent pain. "You big bully, you."

She just smiled and rolled her eyes at him. "Silly boy," she murmured, lying back down on top of him and attempting to spread the blanket over her back.

"Let me," Harry said, pulling Hermione further up his body, so her face was level with his. He reached around her and pulled the blanket across her back, and flung the end of it down in the direction of the other end of the couch. "Alright," he said, lying back down.

Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "Night Harry."

"Night Mione. Feel free to try to suffocate me with your breasts at anytime tonight," he said with a silly grin on his face.

"I am never doing this with you again," she muttered, lying down on top of him, one arm resting on his shoulder and the other on his chest.

"That's what you said last night," he said smirking at her.

She poked her tongue out and said, "The only reason I didn't go last night was because I was actually comfortable. You're podgy and squishy Harry," she said, beginning to giggle as she felt him tense his 'muscles' up as soon as she finished her sentence.

"I am not podgy and squishy," he said in protest.

"Alright Harry," she murmured sleepily, closing her eyes and beginning to trace small circles around his chest with her fingers.

"Sweet dreams," he said softly, sliding his arms around her back, resting his hands halfway up her back.

"You too"

A/N: I hope that was alright… It hasn't been beta-ed but meh. And yes, I know it's very short. The next chapter is longer! And it will be up soon! Please review! Oh, and I know it's not very realistic... the rest of Gryffindor decided not to be there for the Christmas holidays lol... oh well. Now... please review :D