1. Intermezzo

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Summary:

Post-Hogw, Pre-OotP, married H/H, after playful banter at the Burrow, Harry (as all the other men) is left to prove his wife she has nothing to complain about in the bedroom department!!!

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Hermione still felt a little giddy from all the laughter at the Weasley house. She was left wondering if Sirius had really told the men about what Susie, or had it been Danny, had shouted to his retreating back... In any case, the men hadn’t breathed a word about it when they came back from playing Quidditch.

Hermione was thankful for the Floo connection straight to her and Harry’s private quarters at Hogwarts. That way they couldn’t alert or wake anyone. It may be late on a Saturday night, and neither had rounds to do this weekend anyway, but she didn’t fancy meeting Snape, Filch or Peeves at this hour...

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Harry’s mind was still working out how he was going to execute the little male planning. Indeed, Sirius had told them what it had been the women laughed about. More then that, the women hadn’t realised Sirius had heard Molly’s suggestion, too. Most men’s first reaction had been slightly annoyed; so they were expected to slave in bed tonight, fat chance!

However, Sirius had come up with a suitable revenge: giving in, but paying them back at the same time. Together with Arthur, Sirius made all of them with wives, or in Remus’ case, girlfriend promise to make sure none of their bed partners were able to walk the next day. The men would make the women see the prise that would be paid when they imagined themselves permitted to talk about the men’s pride behind their backs...

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Hermione went to the bathroom, yawning; she wondered if Molly’s theory was correct. Though it didn’t seem Harry was bothered about anything, or maybe he just didn’t care if Hermione had talked about him or not... Or, he trusted her to keep quiet, even if he didn’t think himself the best lover in the world... Or... Oh, really, it didn’t matter, right? Hermione knew they had a healthy relationship and Harry had nothing to prove.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She wasn’t getting any younger, even though she sometimes felt as if she was still an adolescent. Harry made her feel that way: young, wanted, sexy... Shaking her head, Hermione reminded herself that it was Harry who was supposed to feel insecure, not her...

Speaking of the devil... Harry entered the bathroom quietly and stood behind her. Bringing an arm around her, he brought her back against him and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. Hermione murmured silent words of contentment. She loved it when he was tender with her.

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Harry was glad they’d spent enough time exploring each other’s bodies to know almost instinctively each other’s likes and dislikes. And with Hermione as wife, things stayed interesting. She’d get the courage to buy one or the other book, and then she’d try her new knowledge with him. She was also a lot more confident now about telling him exactly what she liked, and what not, and what she would have him try with her...

Yes, being married to a bookworm definitely had advantages... Even though their exploits in the bedroom stayed relatively innocent, compared to some real kinky things they’d read about, Harry didn’t have any complaints.

His brain was searching furiously for ways to end this evening. Hugging Hermione’s body to his, he let his left hand slide up along her chest stopping to curl his fingers on her right shoulder, so that his forearm was nestled between her breasts. His right hand rested lightly on her hip. She’d already changed in an old long white nightdress, that revealed as little as humanly possible. He was still fully clothed, except for his outer robes.

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Hermione was purring contently when she felt herself get warmer because of the proximity of his body. She liked the way they looked together in the mirror; she always lost at least five years when he stood next to her. He just did that to her, it was as if he made her shine... His hand decided to play along her covered thighs a bit before slipping the nightgown up with his quick fingers.

It was... interesting, they never did anything like this before; Hermione meant with a mirror. So in a way it was exhilarating of being snugly nestled against his chest and able to see into his eyes simultaneously; eyes who were twinkling very mischievously right about now... Without proper warning she felt her panties disappear, only to be covered by his fingers the next moment.

The surprise made her moan and arch her back. The wanton picture she reflected back into the mirror prolonged the surprise and she remained voiceless, surrendering to Harry’s ministrations. That’s when he started nibbling on her earlobe.

“You know, you’re so sexy for a bookworm...” Talking dirty as in filthy had never been their thing, but occasionally Harry would whisper something in her ear that bordered on naughty speech and the mixture of innocence and carnality would just make her shiver, like now.

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Harry felt his wife shiver, and decided to use it to his full potential. Even if he was getting a bit tight in his pants himself, he just wanted her to abandon first and totally...

“I love it when you’re already wet, when I barely even touched you,” swirl on her clit, shuddering moan from Hermione, “and I especially love it when one of the most composed witches I’ve ever met in my life, is reduced to quivering helplessness when I do this”

He entered two fingers quickly into her, and stopped her from turning around in his arms. Hooking his fingers he pressed them on that rough spot within her firmly and watched in the mirror as she came undone.

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Hermione was surprised she came so quickly. Harry was still restraining her with his arm across her chest and she had no choice but to look at herself as she was totally helpless in his arms. Finally he relaxed his grip, easing his fingers gently out of her, turning her around and pressing her front flush against his.

He kissed her with urgency and Hermione could feel his arousal against her. His passionate embrace made shivers rack her sensitive body. Merlin, she wanted him so bad!

Barely able to stand through all the unexpected pleasure, she vaguely felt Harry picking her up and moving them from the bathroom. Not letting the travel end the kiss, he collapsed on the bed with her squirming underneath him. Harry was still full clothed, and Hermione only wearing the nightdress.

Hermione was suffering exquisite torture. Harry was heavy on her body, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Feeling his arousal grinding against her sensitive part hard through all the clothing was pleasurably painful. Jumping off her suddenly, Hermione moaned loudly in protest against the loss of his warmth and weight.

Opening her eyes, she saw her husband...

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Harry watched the witch in his bed, their bed. They’d had enough time apart to last a lifetime, but Merlin did they make up for it! Today was about the honour of the men, though. But Harry didn’t think Hermione would mind submitting a bit tonight...

He’d watched his wife grimacing when he’d jumped up. He saw her squirming when he started taking off his clothes. One of her hands was making its way across her stomach.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Harry quickly cast a spell he’d learned way back, from the witch he’d just cast it on. Its effects were similar to the FullBodyBind, but it freezes your body the way it is when the spell hits you. Harry’s wife was now the picture of static wantonness: her back arched, but only slightly, one hand under her clothing just above her breast, the other just above her hidden curls; her thighs were apart indecently, but her nightdress still covered the naughty bits...

Quickly stripping Harry watched Hermione’s eyes darken in frustration. Once he wasn’t wearing a stitch, he released her from the spell. Anticipating her hands would forget their previous destinations and would be intending on swapping at him, he caught her wrist with excellent reflexes. Pinning them next to her head, he bent down to immobilize the rest of her body with his. To distract her from getting free, he kissed her deeply, starting off tenderly, but increasing the passion moments later.

Once Harry was sure her mind was suitably elsewhere, he brought her hands together above her head, and brought his own body up a bit so he could bring her nightdress up. His wife seemed eager to get the garment off, too, as she was a helpful participant in getting the dress up her body. Perhaps it was lucky she didn’t know what exactly he had in mind for the cloth...

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Hermione was relieved when Harry decided to finally get rid of the nightdress. The scratching of the cloth against her sensitive skin was driving her bonkers; not to mention it caught on her pebble-hard nipples constantly... She longed to feel his skin on hers...

Hermione was so caught up in her relief she didn’t understand what happened until it was too late. Her sweet husband who had once been her shy and innocent best friend for years had just magically bound her wrists to the headboard with her nightdress!

“Harry...”

Putting a finger on her lips Harry’s eyes asked a question: ‘Don’t you trust me?’

Hermione was quick to relax, only to see those green eyes twinkle very mischievously next. She didn’t have any time to worry, though, because suddenly he pushed into her at once, hard, and stayed there, holding her hips still.

Hermione cried out her surprise. The sudden fullness made her feel warm all over, and the restraints were annoying her. Harry in the mean time was letting his fingers travel along her bound wrists over her arms and shoulders to her breasts, kneading them and pinching them.

When she caught on he had every intention to stay still within her, she tried everything to seduce him into moving: clenching her muscles around him, trying to move herself despite the restraints, fighting the restraints, and finally, pleading...

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Harry was enjoying seeing Hermione fight to make him move, but when her sweet voice finally started pleading it didn’t take long for his resolve to crumble... When it looked like Hermione could barely take any more teasing, and she was about to berate him, he slowly redrew. He saw the momentary relief on her face quickly change into a scowl...

“Damnit, Harry, don’t be so f***ing excruciatingly slow!!! Get on with it!”

Harry shook his head, only Hermione could get out a complicated word while her brain should be void of anything that hadn’t to do with their love making... He took his time leaving her completely, holding her hips still with both hands. He let his drenched tip caressing her folds, moving over her clit. She cried out and he slammed back into her, hard and fast... Hermione hadn’t any air left in her lungs to shout again, and didn’t have any energy to spare to struggle with the restraints.

Harry moved his hands flat against her torso, rubbing over her breasts again. Feeling her nipples almost scratch the palm of his hands, the sensation made his brain tingle. One of his hands returned downwards, over her bellybutton, where his fingers stopped briefly to tickle, causing Hermione to spasm, to her treasure hidden beneath the curls.

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Hermione was already on sensory overload, when she felt his thumb pinching her clit softly. Jumping from the electrifying waves that caused through her body, she felt herself quickly spiralling heavenwards. Especially when Harry bent down his head to take the nipple, that wasn’t getting tweaked by the hand that wasn’t busy on her clit, into his mouth.

He still refused to move his hips, but Hermione didn’t need him to: with the attention he was giving her she couldn’t hold back the earth shattering experience. While riding the waves of ecstasy, her body vaguely registered her husband had finally decided to move. With every thrust another wave of tingles bombarded her body, until her consciousness couldn’t take it any more...

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Hermione was moaning and trashing underneath him in what seemed an unearthly orgasm. Harry quickly felt himself unable to stop moving and joining her in ecstasy. His vision sparkled and for that unbelievable moment they were one again; the feeling nothing could separate them wasn’t an illusion but a simple fact...

When he came down, it took him a while to register he was crushing Hermione. Leaving her body gently, she barely responded. Harry quickly undid the binding spell on her nightdress and brought her arms down. Picking his wife up a bit, he brought down the covers of the bed and proceeded to tuck her in.

Hermione immediately sought out his warmth when he joined her under the covers, and Harry heard her sigh contently. Brushing strands of hair, wet from the sweat, away from her face, Harry stretched out carefully, and made himself comfortable to go to sleep...

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Hermione knew Harry wasn’t asleep. It had been over two hours since they’d left the Burrow, a quick glance at the clock confirmed Hermione’s suspicion that she’d slept a whole hour after Harry’d exhausted her. And she wasn’t Hermione Potter, if she didn’t sense Harry hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since.

Hermione loved to have a little of ‘turn-about’, and made little noises she knew would make Harry even more awake. She feigned dreaming, knowing which of her unconscious sounds made him want her... Well, they weren’t so unconscious any more...

She smiled mentally when she felt Harry shift next to her, and taking the opportunity, she stretched out, giving him a good look at her breasts, and turned around so that her back was to him. She heard him groan and couldn’t keep her mouth from forming a smile.

And that was her mistake...

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Harry had been debating for over an hour, whether or not to wake up his wife. Though he was exhausted, he was still a bit turned on by the memory of what he’d done just moments before. Trying and failing to put those thoughts into the memory part of his brain and leaving them there, he’d felt the insatiable need to have her again.

But she was sleeping so peacefully, how could he wake her? Oh Merlin! Now she was making those cute little dream noises! Shite, that always turned him on! Oh, no! Don’t! Don’t stretch? Great, now he wanted to fondle her breasts even more... What should he say when she wakes up to that? Was he even allowed to do that when she’s asleep? Strange, they had been married for almost a year, and he’d still feel like he’d be using her if he touched naughty bits without her conscious consent...

Suddenly something occurred to him: wait just a minute! She was smiling, he could tell from the way... Well, he couldn’t exactly describe how he knew it, since he only had a view of her upper back and the incredible mass of brown hair, but he knew! She was awake and playing with him! Well, two can play that game! Bringing an arm around her waist he pulled her roughly to him, grinding his hips into her buttocks.

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Hermione gasped out her surprise. Damnit, he was on to her! Harry softly bit her neck, and whispered hoarsely into her ear: “I hope you’re up for another go, love”

That was all the warning she got when his strong hand lifted one of her legs to rest above his. The questing fingers glided from the place where he’d gripped her thigh to the juncture between her legs. Testing briefly her readiness, he slipped into her easily.

Both moaned and started a slow and peaceful pace. Hermione, fully awake now, took Harry’s hand and guided it to her lips to kiss the fingertips gently. In the mean time Harry continued worshipping the skin of her neck and shoulders with his mouth. Hermione loved this, since nothing was rushed. They could enjoy and concentrate on the feeling of just being joined together...

Hermione was ready to swear Harry had somehow slipped her an aphrodisiac potion or something, because she already felt the feelings building up inside her after only a few minutes... When Harry decided to let go of her hand, to caress her nipples gently, Hermione was so close...

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Harry felt Hermione spiralling out of control already, after a quick rub on her clit, and the simple fact that he was making her loose it so easily, made his head spin. Soon he was gritting his teeth, trying to hold on while his wife was writhing around him...

She was a boneless heap next to him, and moaned when he twitched inside her. Shrugging away the sheets, since it was getting too hot for comfort under them, Harry briefly slid out of her and lifted Hermione by the waist. Turning her on her knees and letting her head rest on the pillow, he got up on his knees behind her.

Harry was briefly enjoying the view; he’d never taken Hermione quite this way. He was still half shocked she wasn’t protesting when he let his fingers caress the sensitive folds where another part of him was dying to bury itself in... This only had as effect Hermione uttered the sexiest little squeak and wriggled her bottom at him.

Harry quickly grabbed the ‘moving target’... Nothing could have stopped him at that moment to enter her. Another one of this new squeak! Harry was definitely putting this one on top of his list of favourite noises coming from his wife... Taking his time he thrust into her hard and deep, eliciting another few of those squeaks as well as gibberish and whining to go faster.

Harry could hardly believe this was Hermione, his once headstrong, bossy best friend... Merlin, this witch was going to do him in one of these days! His heart was beating a mile an hour, and he felt the love for her overflowing his system...

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Hermione was enjoying letting all thoughts seep from her mind and being used by the one person she trusted beyond everything... She wasn’t sure if she wanted this torture to end, but begged him to speed up nonetheless because she felt like she was going to burst if she didn’t... Harry suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, supporting her waist as he brought her up...

Temporarily disorientated Hermione grabbed behind her for support. One hand went over her shoulder to grab his messy hair, the other slid from his side to his back, only to descend and finding grab-worthy flesh on one of the cheeks of his buttocks. Her back was arched but her shoulders and head found support on his chest. Her long hair was flowing between their two bodies, tickling their sweaty skin.

Harry’s mouth found her ear, and with a warm, wet whisper he said to her unevenly: “Do you love me...”

This memory never failed to touch Hermione’s heart, it didn’t matter anymore who asked first and responded accordingly... They were each other’s equals...

“Do you love me?”

Harry sighed hurriedly: “Yes!” keeping one of his arms around her waist, he caressed her naked chest...

Hermione moaned: “Always...”

Her heartbeat accelerated when she felt the raw magic of love engulf her. They were both moving tenderly, trying to express their love to the full extend... Hermione felt her knees leave the bed; her shins caressed the sheets when she was lifted heavenwards.

Her hands on Harry were tightening, for fear of loosing him and the wonderful feeling...

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Harry felt them both testing gravity when they completed their lovemaking. They were literary floating! But this barely registered into Harry’s brain when all he could do was feeling. Fireworks went off behind his closed eyelids, when he felt Hermione’s legs curl around his.

An image on how they must look right now crossed his mind in a flash and that was his undoing...

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Hermione’s hands were now both in Harry’s hair, her legs pulled backwards to curl around her husband’s. The position made her body arch almost impossible. Harry’s hands covered her jutting breasts, and his head was buried in the her hair...

Hermione sobbed loudly when she felt the wonderful feeling of love course violently through her body, originating from the place where they were joined. Her toes curled and her fingers tingled in Harry’s hair...

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The feeling seemed to last an eternity, but it wasn’t nearly long enough. Harry felt them descend back to earth, back onto their bed. Too exhausted to move, he had no idea how he could still manage to slip from his wife’s body, turn her around and let her nestle into his arms... Must be magic...

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Hermione could barely manage to sigh contently, when she curled up to the love of her life. Still recovering from the sobbing she calmed down enough to let his scent invade her brain before she surrendered to the need to sleep...

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Harry barely noticed Hermione was already asleep when he felt the blackness of careless sleep come over him... He loved her, and she loved him, and nothing would ever change that...

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Intermezzo

1. Intermezzo

2. explanations