Hey guys! I have been getting a lot of feedback for this story and I thought about continuing it. I don't know for how many chapters yet, but if I stop it will be at a good place.

Chapter Two: Dosed

Harry's eyes snapped open. He was strewn sideways along the small camper bed, his feet dangling over the edge. He was absolutely freezing and when he looked down at his naked body, he remembered why.

With a groan he let his head drop back onto his pillow, flashes of last night behind his lids. Hermione's breathless face, the loud beating of his heart and the rush of their skin, it was good enough that Harry stopped to consider that it might have all been a dream.

A small clang rang through the tent.

Harry slid off the bed and scrambled to put his pants on. He left them unzipped in fear that he might hurt himself and give away is position. Had they found them? Or more importantly: Had they found Hermione? He grabbed his wand from a short bedside table and held it high in front of himself. The tent was quiet again and Harry took a small step forward, listening hard.

At first all he could hear was the hum of the wind against the tent, but then a soft scurrying could be heard in the kitchen. Harry held his breath and stopped at one of the posts that held the tent together.

Harry's chest heaved a sigh when he saw a bushy head of hair working at the small stove. Hermione was cooking breakfast. A feeling swelled up inside his heart, making him feel warm and taken care of.

He had never actually been cooked for before. I mean, his Aunt Petunia cooked breakfast but it wasn't exactly just for him. At the Weasley's, it was more like feeding a small bed and breakfast.

This was different.

Harry leaned quietly up against the post and watched Hermione cook. She wasn't as good at cooking as she was at Potions, Transfiguration or Charms. Hermione moved around in a slightly frantic way, checking after everything constantly. Harry then noticed the faint smell of burnt plastic and eggs. He took a step towards her.

Hermione heard a small chuckled from behind her and froze, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Do you want some help?" she turned to find a pair of bright green eyes looking playfully down at her.

"No, I think I can get it." Hermione raised her chin, looked back at the yellow and black mess that was smoking in the pan and swallowed the defeated lump that was stuck in her throat, "Well maybe I don't."

Harry chuckled again and walked over to the stove. Hermione looked so stumped and almost hurt at the situation she had going on that he had to laugh at her a little. He knew this was probably the only thing she had difficulty with, besides flying on a broom. He loved that he had found her weakness.

"Here," Harry put his hand over hers that was wrapped around the orange handle on the pan, "Let me take care of breakfast and you take a shower." But Hermione wouldn't move.

"No I want to cook." She set her mouth in a line and looked up at Harry. "I want to do it, without magic."

Harry let out a small breath he didn't know he was holding, "Okay." And with shaking fingers, unwrapped her hand from the handle and brought the pan over to the rubbish to dump its contents. "Well, I had to cook a lot when I was younger, I'm sure I'm fit for the task."

Hermione leaned against the small sink but then straightened once she felt the cold water soak into her shirt. She had accidentally overfilled the sink when she was washing out her first attempt at making breakfast around six this morning. Hermione was just glad it hadn't woken Harry up, and would thank Merlin to this day that she knew how to clean.

"Okay, you wanted to make eggs?" Hermione nodded and he set the pan on the tiny stove, pulling out the carton. "First you have to heat the pan up with some butter." Harry looked out of the corner of his eye at Hermione, who was twisting her fingers and biting her lip.

"Then," he took one of her hands and placed an egg inside it. "We crack the eggs in a bowl." Harry pulled Hermione slowly in front of himself, and placed her other hand around the eggs, "Be very gentle." He murmured in her ear.

The egg cracked suddenly and plopped, shell and all, into the bowl.

Harry chuckled being the patient man that he was, and dumped the mix into the sink. "I can get it this time." Hermione's voice was full of determination as she reached for an egg. She took one quick deep breath before firmly cracking the egg so the yellow yoke slid into the bow.

Harry clapped and cheered from next to her, "Oh, shut it."

Harry and Hermione sat leaning back in their chairs, both with satisfied smiles that they had made something edible together. Merlin only knows that if Harry had to eat re-fried forest mushrooms he was going to explode. He had to admit that Hermione was a fast learner, and the food was fantastic.

"What shall we do now?" Harry asked, putting their plates in the tiny sink and used his wand to spray some water on them. There was a silence behind him, and when he turned, Hermione spoke.

"I think we should talk about last night, Harry." she gave him a sad smile, "You know we have to at some point."

"I know." Harry sighed and sat in the small folding chair across from her. Part of him thought this would have come a lot sooner, but maybe she had made him breakfast to soften him up.

When it came time to start talking, neither of them could speak. They could find no words to explain how and why they had done what they did. Harry continued to swim in her eyes.

"I don't...want what happened...um... Harry, I want us to be how we were. Normal." she didn't look at him, but at her hands in her lap.

"I don't know If things can go back to normal." Harry mumbled, suddenly completely deflated. Hermione's brow creased, making her look severely distressed.

"What are you saying?" There was a very loud silence. Harry met Hermione's eyes again and quite simply froze. He was at a fork in the road.

He could either tell her to just forget about last night, or he could tell her the truth he had been denying for years.

If he did tell her to just forget about it, Harry knew he would be regretting it for the rest of his life.

But what about Ron?

He would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it. Sighing, Harry reached out and held onto Hermione's hand. She waited patiently.

"Hermione Jean Granger, I'm in love with you. And I think I've known for a long time now. And after last night," Harry shook his head slowly, "I don't think I can go back to being just friends."

Hermione's bottom lip fell open as she starred at him, she looked like she was choking on something as her eyes brimmed with tears. "Oh, Harry!" she hung her arms around him and pressed her face into his neck. Harry froze for a moment before melting into her.

This wasn't the reaction he thought he was going to get, but it was one that he'd hoped for.

"I just never thought that you..." Hermione pulled back and kissed him hard on the mouth, cutting him off. Not that he minded much.

"How could I not fall for you Harry. You're my best friend, it was bound to happen at some point."

They sat there for a couple minutes in comfortable silence, Harry placing kisses along Hermione's face while she sighed contently. It was easy to get lost in each other and forget all about the war raging right outside the tents feeble walls.

Harry and Hermione's second time was a lot different than their first.

The first time was fast, awkward and, for Hermione, a little uncomfortable. It was the exact opposite this time around. Harry knew were to put his fingers, and how to move his hips the perfect way, a way that made Hermione give a wild gasp and lock her eyes with Harry's.

"Oh Harry, please!" Hermione was beyond overwhelmed. Her heart had never beat this fast in her whole life. Not even when they broke into the Ministry of Magic a couple months ago.

"What? Tell me what you want." Harry grunted, slowing his speed. This only made Hermione clench her legs harder around his middle, trying to soothe the ache she was feeling.

"Just please." Harry gave a breathless chuckled, lowering his lips down to hers. They kissed hungrily for a moment before Harry broke away.

"I can't give you what you want if you don't even know what it is." Hermione clamped her eyes shut, trying to calm herself down and figure out what it was that she wanted.

Harry moved his hands between their bodies and rubbed her slowly. Like magic, Hermione's eyes snapped open. She knew what she lusted for and Harry was the only one who could give it to her.

Harry groaned when Hermione grabbed a fistful of his tangled black hair. He almost came right there. She looked him dead in the eyes and said in the sexiest voice he had ever heard, "Harry Potter I want you to Fuck me. Slowly."

Giving her just what she wanted, Harry pulled out completely before sliding slowly, inch by inch, back inside her.

After a few thrusts Harry realized he couldn't go slow anymore, it was just too painful. Hermione didn't show any disagreement when increased the tempo. She eagerly met each of his thrusts with a jerk of her hips.

"Harry! Don't stop."

He wasn't planning on it. They were both inches away from release, so perfectly close...Until the tent door flew open.

"What the bloody hell is going on!"