Harry's Anniversary Surprise

Disclaimer: Of course it’s not mine, characters belong to JKR and all of her various people, but the plot is mine. I also apoligize if this sounds in any way like anything that anyone else has ever written.

Author Note: I was recently inspired to write this, and as I have never written smut before, it’s probably not the best, so I’m apologizing in advance. I’d also like to thank my muse for the inspiration. Enjoy!




“Harry’s Anniversary Surprise”


“Honey, I’m home!” Hermione called through the house as she shut the front door and set her bag on the foyer table. As she set down her things, she noticed an envelope sitting on the table with a single white rose. She smiled to herself as she picked up the rose and opened the envelope. Inside was a note:

“Dearest Hermione,

Happy Anniversary, love. I wanted to tell you how much I love you, but I have discovered that to be impossible. I have found that sometimes it is better to show something you cannot express in words. I would be here waiting for you, but that would be much too simple. You will find me eventually, but I want to have a little fun with it first. Go to the place where the sun never shines...there will be something waiting for you.

All my love,
Harry”

Wonderful, she thought, the place where the sun never shines. Just last week she had been complaining to Harry that the new small greenhouse they had just put in the back garden didn’t get any sunlight and she wanted to have it moved. It turned into an hourlong discussion about how difficult it was to get it in the first place and that he wasn’t going to have it moved.

He, of course, ended up giving up and consenting to have it moved, but it couldn’t be done for another week or so. She laughed to herself about how Harry always ended up giving in as she made her way out to the back garden and toward the greenhouse. Just inside was another rose and, of course, another note.

“Dearest Hermione,

So you figured it out! That wasn’t so hard, was it? So another one, then. Your next stop will be in a place you don’t often go. I used to ask you every day, but you always turned me down, so I learned to just give up. See you soon!

All my love,
Harry”

She smiled yet again as she collected her second rose and headed out of the greenhouse. She knew where to go for this one immediately. She turned back toward the house and went straight for the broom shed. Harry used to always ask her to go flying with him but she always told him no because of her horrible fear of heights. She just could never do it.

He begged and begged but finally gave up after she told him no for the millionth time. She reached the broom shed and opened the door. Inside, suspended on a string from the ceiling was another note and, of course, another rose. Sniffing the rose, she opened up the third envelope and read Harry’s words.

“Dearest Hermione,

So you figured it out again. Not so hard, was it? The number of times I’ve asked you to ride with me. I will convince you one day, I promise. One last stop, I’d say. Go next to your favorite place, the place I usually find you when I’m looking for you.

All my love,
Harry”

This one was definitely the easiest of them all. She broke out into a run into the house and up the stairs to their small but well-stocked library. On the large table in the middle of the room at which Hermione usually found herself most nights was another envelope and, of course, another rose. Picking up the envelope, she opened it and began to read.

“Dearest Hermione,

You’ve almost made it! This is the last step. If you answer this question correctly, you will find me waiting. Where did I tell you when we first found this house that I was going to spend the most time with you? Go there, and you will find me.

All my love,
Harry”

She knew this one at once. When they first viewed the house, and saw the magnificent master bedroom, Harry told her that this was where they would spend the most time. Hermione had just laughed it off at the time, but it actually turned out to be true. She almost ran up the stairs and into their bedroom, still clutching the four clues and her four roses.

On the dresser just inside their room was a vase filled with the other eight out of the dozen white roses. White rose petals were sprinkled all over the floor. The lights were off but dozens of small candles were scattered throughout the room, and sitting on the bed, holding a bottle of wine and wearing nothing but a big smile was her Harry. He stood up when he saw her come in.

“So you found me,” he said, opening the wine and pouring her a glass.

“That I did,” Hermione answered, taking a sip of the wine she had been offered. “I knew you were sweet,” she said.” But I never knew you had such a romantic side.”

“I’m sure there is alot about me you’ll find out tonight,” Harry said slyly, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders.

“And how is it that after fifteen years of being your best friend, five of that being your wife, that I don’t already know everything about you?” Hermione smiled at him.

She knew there was no way she could ever know everything there was to know about Harry. She found out more and more about him every day.

“There is definitely more to me than meets the eye,” he answered back, still working on freeing her from her clothing.

“Is that so?” Hermione said, slyly taking an obvious glance down.

This look was not lost on Harry. He smiled back, blushing slightly under her gaze. Finally, he removed the last bit of clothing separating them and pulled her close.

“I missed you today,” Harry told her, looking deep into her cinnamon eyes. “I was so glad to see you.”

“I missed you, too. All of you.” Hermione smirked as she reached down to feel exactly how glad he was. He shivered slightly at her touch, but closed his eyes and moaned quietly.

“Not so fast,” he said suddenly, as if waking from a deep trance. He backed away from her and took her hand, leading her toward their attached bath. When they first began decorating the house, one thing Harry insisted on was a large bathtub. It had five different spouts that emitted different types of bubbles, not unlike the ones in the Prefect’s bathroom at Hogwarts. Tonight, it was filled with light pink heart-shaped bubbles.

The tub was surrounded by more candles, sending shadows and flecks of light to dancing along the walls. Hermione was intoxicated by the atmosphere. It was so relaxing and soothing. Harry held her hand and let her step into the bath first, and allowing her to relax into a comfortable position before lowering himself in across from her.

“So?” Harry asked her, a huge smile lighting up his face.

“I,” Hermione paused. There weren’t words to describe the way she felt. Nobody had ever made her feel this special before. It was like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Imagine that!” Harry said gleefully. “Hermione Potter, speechless!”

“Stop making fun of me! That’s not fair!” Hermione began to splash Harry, but stopped almost before she started. Harry was staring at her intensely. He moved slowly toward her, lifting himself up and over her so he was on his knees, hands on the edge of the tub on either side of her head. He didn’t kiss her. Actually, he didn’t do anything. He just looked at her.

“Harry Potter, if you don’t kiss my right this second, I’ll have to kill you,” Hermione said, already leaning in for the kiss she knew was coming. Harry obliged and kissed her hard, his tongue immediately forcing entry and exploring Hermione’s mouth thoroughly. After a long while, Harry backed away leaving Hermione breathless. She tried to lean in for another but he stopped her.

“Not yet,” Harry told her quietly, easing himself out of the tub and grabbing one of the fluffy crimson towels beside the tub. He wrapped it around himself and grabbed another, gesturing to Hermione that it was for her. She began to get up, and took Harry’s proffered hand to help her out as she stepped over the side and let him wrap the towel around her shoulders. He kissed her neck as he did this and took her hand once again.

He led her to the bed and took her towel and instructed her to lie down. He also removed his towel and folded them both nicely before setting them on a chair near the bed. Hermione laughed to herself at this. She was always telling Harry that he can’t just throw things places, and that he should at least fold it before he sets it down so it won’t get all wrinkled and it will stay nice. She wasn’t necessarily referring to towels, but if it’s all or none, she’d definitely take all. After setting down the towels, he crawled onto the bed, coming toward her suggestively on all fours.

“So, Mrs. Potter, are we having fun yet?” Harry grinned.

Hermione grinned right back. “Well, Mr. Potter, I was, but I can only hope it will get even better.”

By this time, Harry had reached her and was hovering over her, taking his time because he knew it killed her.
After what seemed like hours, he leaned in and kissed her again, but softly. This time it was Hermione’s tongue that begged entry. Entry was quickly granted and the two explored each other for quite awhile before Harry made his first move.

He backed away from her, still holding himself over her, and looked into her eyes. Slowly, he began to move down, all the while still holding her gaze. Only then did he realize that his hand had already been on her breast. He removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, swirling his tongue over her nipple and nibbling lightly. After he was sure that he had fully recognized that one, he switched to the other, and paid it equal attention. He was moving slowly, and it was driving Hermione crazy.

She pulled him up and kissed him hard, turning him over so she was on top. She ran her hands down his chest, admiring his physique. Where he used to be scrawny, he had filled out and was now not so muscular to be too large, but just enough to be nice to look at. When she reached his navel, she could feel the anticipation radiating from him.

He knew what was coming next, but she wanted to make him wait. She leaned down and began to kiss him again, but stopped sooner this time. She then kissed his chin, making her way down his body, kissing and licking and making sure he knew that she enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed her.

When she reached his navel, she could feel the anticipation again, but didn’t make him wait this time. Taking him in one hand, she tested his length with her tongue. She could feel him shiver, and felt him sit up slightly and take her arms in his hands.

“You better not do that if you want this to last any time at all, sweetie. I’ve been waiting for this all day, so I have myself a little worked up, but I want it to be good for you too.” Hermione wasn’t worried. It was always good for her. Even when it wasn’t good for her, it was good.

Harry turned her over again so she was on her back, and moved himself over to the side slightly, so he was laying on his side next to her, head propped up in his hand so he could look at her. He ran his hand down her body, pausing at her navel. She also had the same aura of anticipation around her that was so intense it made Harry chuckle.

He didn’t make her wait and went all the way down until he could feel the tangle of curls that hid the prize. He ran his fingers over her, making her shiver with the pleasure of the first touch. He slowly built her up before sliding first one, and then two fingers into her, working his way in and out while stroking her with this thumb.

He had done this so many times, he knew just how she liked it, and it wasn’t long before she was writhing beneath him, moaning loudly, and then saying his name, a sound that always gave him chills in the best way. He continued to stroke her while she rode out her orgasm and watched her lovingly while he gave her a moment to recover.

“That gets better and better,” Hermione finally said, opening her eyes to look at him.

“Well, I’m hoping it will be even better than that in a minute,” Harry told her, smiling slightly as he shifted to once again position himself over her. She opened to accommodate him, wrapping her legs around him protectively.

“I’m sure it will,” she said as she helped to guide him in.
As he entered, they both sighed, almost out of relief.

They had both found that the feeling of being joined was one of the most fulfilling experiences in the world. Once he was fully sheathed, he was still to fully appreciate the feeling before moving in and out of her slowly, all the while gazing deep into Hermione’s eyes lovingly, telling her how he felt without words. He began to move faster and faster, and Hermione could already sense the familiar feeling building up inside of her.

“I love you,” Harry told her, communicating with words what he had been telling her with his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her.

“I love you, too,” Hermione answered, lifting her head up slightly to accept the kiss. As she began to kiss Harry she could feel the explosion building until it was almost unbearable. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it much longer, it broke, sending chills to all edges of her body, every inch of her pulsing and tingling. She called out Harry’s name as she came, hearing her own name from Harry’s lips as she felt his warmth spreading inside her.

He then stopped moving and collapsed over to the side, bringing Hermione with him and wrapping his arms around her but keeping her close as they were still joined and he wasn’t ready to let go of the closeness he felt at that moment.

“Happy anniversary, love,” Harry told her, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

“Happy anniversary to you, too. I can’t imagine a better way to spend our special day. One thing, though.”

“And what is that?” Harry asked sleepily, his eyes closed.

Hermione smiled. “You do know that this will be hard to top next year, right?”

Harry smiled and opened his eyes. “I know,” he said. “but I’m sure going to try.”





(A/N: So that’s it. I hope it wasn’t too awful. Review please!)