Only You
Hermione Granger sighed as she slowly got up. It had been a late night last night. She was an auror, one of the best. She had been trying to catch Draco Malfoy, one of the few former death eaters that had gotten away. She had finally managed to do it, but it had taken a long time. She groaned in frustration. She really disliked that man. He was rude, insulting, and downright nasty. He looked down on almost everyone. When she had come up to him, he had quite a few things to say. She had wanted to let him have it, but as an auror, she had to make sure that nothing she did could allow him to walk away. So now, she was frustrated and needed something to get her mind off it. She decided to go find her husband and see what he was doing.
Harry Potter was busy outside practicing quidditch. He was an auror like his wife, but they were usually assigned different cases. At the moment, he was working off a hard week by flying. When he flew, he could forget the problems he faced. He could forget his past and concentrate on the present. As he softly landed on the ground, he turned and saw his wife stepping out of their home. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. He smiled and headed toward her.
Hermione stared at Harry. At least her frustration was gone. Man, was he gorgeous. The sweat dripping down him only added to her attraction. He was thin, like he had always been, but he had filled out some and had muscles from all those years of quidditch. He was short as always. She was actually only one inch shorter than he was. She smiled as she thought of what she wanted to do to him. As he walked up, she grabbed him by his collar and pressed her lips against his. It was a heavy, passionate kiss. When they broke, Harry looked at her and grinned. She pulled him by the collar, dragging him into the house.
"To bad we have anti-apparating shields," Harry teased.
"Yes, Potter, well, we will just have to make do," she replied while dragging him up the stairs and into their bedroom. "It's been a long week, and I need some recreation. It's not fair of you to be looking so hot and not expect me to do something about it."
Harry laughed as she pressed her lips firmly against his again. She wrapped her arms around his and pressed closer. Harry responded, lost in the sensation of his wife. They fell back onto their bed, Hermione on top. They never even broke apart for a moment.
An hour later, they lay in each other's arms, exhausted. Harry looked at her and grinned. "Wow, Hermione. I definitely like my women being in charge. "
She patted him playfully and replied, "Good, Potter, but you better not have any other girls, or you will find out what Nearly Headless Nick feels like."
"No way, I would never do that. I am a one-girl kind of guy. How about you? Any secret boyfriends I don't know about?" he replied.
"Only you, my Harry. You are the only guy for me," she answered. They lay back onto each other, content, for now, just to be together.