Harry x Hermione: It started early

Chapter 33

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Chapter 33: Caught in a Compromising Situation

The days of summer had passed in a blur for Harry and Hermione. They spent their time exploring the nearby woods, reading books under the shade of trees, and basking in the warmth of each other's company. Their feelings for one another had deepened, and their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day.

One balmy evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Harry and Hermione found themselves sharing an intimate moment in Hermione's room. They lay side by side on her bed, their fingers entwined, talking softly about their dreams, their fears, and their future together.

Their conversations had taken on a more serious tone, as they navigated the complexities of their teenage years and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. It was a moment of vulnerability and intimacy, where they shared their innermost thoughts and desires.

As their words grew softer and more heartfelt, Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against Hermione's in a tender, lingering kiss. Hermione responded, her heart racing as she deepened the kiss, her fingers threading through Harry's hair.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, the door to Hermione's room suddenly swung open, and her parents stood there, their expressions a mixture of shock and concern.

"Harry! Hermione!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Harry and Hermione jumped apart, their faces turning crimson as they tried to compose themselves.

"It's not what it looks like," Hermione stammered, her voice trembling.

Harry nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with panic. "Yeah, we were just... talking."

Mr. Granger raised an eyebrow, his tone stern but understanding. "In bed?"

Hermione's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Well, yes, but we were just... having a serious conversation."

Mrs. Granger sighed, her initial shock giving way to a more understanding expression. "I see. It's just that, well, we didn't expect to find you two in this... situation."

Hermione's mother had a knack for understatement, and her words only made the situation more awkward.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, struggling to find the right words. "We didn't mean for you to walk in on us. We're really sorry."

Mr. Granger cleared his throat, his stern expression softening. "It's alright, you two. We understand that you're growing up, and it's natural to have these feelings and experiences. Just remember to be responsible and make safe choices."

Hermione nodded, her embarrassment slowly giving way to relief. "We will, Dad."

Mrs. Granger smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "And maybe next time, consider locking the door if you're going to have a 'serious conversation.'"

Harry and Hermione exchanged embarrassed glances, but the tension in the room began to dissipate. They had survived an awkward encounter, and it was a testament to the understanding and support of Hermione's parents.

As Mr. and Mrs. Granger left the room, they shared a knowing look, leaving Harry and Hermione to let out a collective sigh of relief.

Once the door was closed, Hermione turned to Harry with a wry smile. "Well, that was certainly... unexpected."

Harry chuckled, his embarrassment fading as he took Hermione's hand. "I guess we won't forget this anytime soon."

They lay back on the bed, their fingers still intertwined, and resumed their conversation, now with an added layer of shared embarrassment and laughter. As the night deepened, they talked about their hopes, their dreams, and the undeniable love that bound them together—a love that would continue to grow as they faced the challenges of the wizarding world and the uncertain future that awaited them.