Hermione woke up when Harry started his morning shower. She'd thought about trying to get him breakfast in bed, but knew that was futile. Harry was a very light sleeper. He woke up when her father's alarm went off, and there was an hallway between him and Hermione's parents.
The memory of last night's kiss, crossed her mind as she stretched and got out of her bed. Then she took the three steps over to Jimmy's crib. Her little baby boy had just opened his eyes as well. Hermione bent over and whispered, "Good Morning Jimmy." She almost picked him up, but realized that she'd gone to sleep nearly undressed. She quickly put on her robe, and pushed her hair back before she bent down and picked up her son from his crib.
Out of her room and down the stairs she went as the morning light just came through the window above the stairs. She walked into the kitchen, discovering that her mother was already there, putting bread into the toaster. "Good morning, Mum," Hermione said, before yawning again.
"Good Morning, Hermione," Wendy Granger said. "I hear Harry's in the shower. I take it that you'd like to meet him as he comes out with breakfast?"
"Yes, Mum," Hermione said.
"Then hand over the baby," her mother said and pointing over at a tray. "The full English Breakfast is over there. I've already put an extra desk chair in his room so you can eat with him. And by the way, I want to hear about last night's kiss."
Hermione handed Jimmy off to her mother. Jimmy was getting better at letting Hermione be away from him. Grandmum was almost as acceptable a holder as mum now to the baby, unless he wanted to nurse. He now took the bottle a little, as opposed to pure breast feeding, which was good as Hermione's milk supply was not keeping up with Jimmy's demand. Her mind wasn't on that though. Her mind was on last night's kiss.
It had been her fourth real kiss. The kiss had been fire through her mind and body. She was certain that if they hadn't had their under garments between them, they would have merged into flame. She could still feel the pressure of Harry's lips and the heat of his chest form where her breasts pressed against him. His hands had caressed her back and tousled her hair. She so wanted more. One kiss every two months was definitely not enough. Every two days wouldn't be enough. Two hours? Maybe.
She got to Harry's room and placed the tray on his desk. Harry had pulled the desk out from the wall, so it was possible to sit on either side. Hermione put her dish on the outside and waited for Harry to exit the shower. She knew that he liked long hot showers, because he had never been able to take a hot shower at the Dursleys. He'd told her it felt really good on his back, especially when he started using the creams from Madam Pomfrey to help reduce his scarring.
The door to the bathroom between Harry and Hermione's room opened, and Hermione turned to greet him. She opened her mouth but could not say a word. He hadn't dressed yet. At Hogwarts, the boys dressed before they returned to the dorm room, though there had been exceptions. Harry was rarely one of them. In fact she hadn't really seen him naked since that day that she'd discovered his scars.
She'd seen him topless before, mostly when he was swimming, but he always put back on the t-shirt as quickly as possible. Seeing him naked was entirely different, especially when she was still thinking about that kiss. He was no longer a scrawny little boy. You could tell that he was exercising regularly, as his muscles were starting to become defined. He didn't have a washboard stomach, but Hermione was sure that it would come. After all, her father had put Harry on the same exercise program as he was, and Monty Granger did have a washboard stomach.
Of course, Hermione's eyes had to drop lower, to the one part of a boy's body that she had only really seen in immature miniature on her baby. She blushed and looked back up, meeting Harry's brilliant emerald eyes. "Breakfast," she barely managed to get out.
"I got up too early for breakfast in bed," Harry noted, as he went over to the dresser and removed a pair of boxers from the drawer.
Hermione had a hard time pulling her gaze away from Harry as he dressed. It was certain that she wasn't moving from her place next to his desk. Somehow she managed to do so, and noticed the pile of gifts that seemed to be stacked on top of his trunk. Keeping her gaze away from Harry allowed Hermione to recover her wits a bit.
As Harry dressed, Hedwig dipped through the window to drop another wrapped present on the pile. "You've got quite a haul," Hermione said.
"Yeah, I might even beat Dudley's haul, on my first real birthday," Harry said. "Last year he got thirty-eight gifts. First he had just thirty-six, but the year before he had had thirty-seven, so he pulled a pout and got more."
"You haven't opened anything," Hermione noted before looking back at Harry. He'd put on a green t-shirt, and was pulling up a pair of khaki shorts. He had a somewhat off center smile and his green eyes seemed to draw Hermione in.
"I was tempted," Harry replied buttoning up his shorts. "But you said you opened yours with family. And somehow, well, the idea of opening them with everyone, sharing what I'd always missed at the Dursleys, with family, it just felt like it should be."
"Okay, we'll call up mum and dad when we're done eating," Hermione said, as they both found seats across each other at the desk. She picked up a fork and dug into breakfast. It was good.