AN: sorry for the long delay, but I've been quite ill, and I wasn't in the mood for writing… thanks for all the wonderful reviews, as for the chapter length… I made a choice for this fic to try and update more often… that's only possible with shorter chapters… as my other stories mostly have quite long chapters, they take more time… It's just a choice for this fic, it's short chapters and quick updates, or longer chapters and notoriously long updates…
bluestocking: I was going to explain that one later, but since you've already picked up on it… To 'cement' a wizarding marriage there needs to be intercourse… But Cho was pregnant and still grieving Cedric at that time… So Harry respected her space after their wedding night, and the topic wasn't going to be brought up until after she fully recovered from her childbirth… I hope that answers your question…
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Chapter 6
For Hermione the rest of the day had flown by. After the conversation at the beach, she had tried in vain to suppress her giddiness when she thought about her man. She had been struck as by lightning when she had caught his smile.
He had given her a swift glimpse of another part of him. A carefree part, no worry wrinkles, but wrinkles caused by laughter… She even fancied having caught a twinkle in his eyes…
But the logical part of her debated that it could've easily been wishful thinking, since it all happened during mere seconds. And really, what was it with her obsession at having caught him seeming happy…
She also didn't know how to feel about his comment. 'It wasn't supposed to be this way' or something to that effect. Did he start to feel something more than just obligation towards someone else? Or was she again practising wishful thinking?
Did she want him to feel something for her? She didn't want to be the cause of making a man's heart betray his wife. She wasn't like that. It was bad enough to be keeping him from his wife's bed, but that had been for a good reason, a sort of greater good… Stealing the loyalty of a man's heart, though…
Objectively Hermione knew she didn't want to be like that. Her heart, though, as much as her conscious and her logic was battling against it, was harbouring a strange kind of hope.
Shaking herself free from the pesky thoughts, she climbed the stairs to her bedroom… Tonight would be the last night and she would have to forget about him afterwards… She knew she would never be able to really forget these past few days, but she was going to have to put it out of her mind if she wanted to function normally ever again.
Entering the room, she saw him in his usual place. Proceeding much like the previous night, she magically ensured the privacy charms and started stripping. Not paying attention, she was dropping her corset on a chair, when she brought her hands to her hair hesitantly.
That's when she threw a glance at her man, while internally debating if she should loosen her hair out of the bun or not. Startled, though, she noticed the man had been and still was looking at her intensely, the burning green gaze causing her cheeks to flame. Caught up in the magical moment with the dancing shadows surrounding her, she carefully removed the pins from her hair, one by one, all the while staring in his eyes.
It was only when she shook her head to make her hair flow down her back that their gaze unlocked. Feeling strangely unashamed, to some extent, she finished undressing to her Eve's costume, despite feeling his gaze on her. She didn't dare look him in the eye though, and climbed into the bed as soon as she had dropped the last of her garments on the chair.
Sensing him shedding the last of his clothing also, she felt the mattress dip when he climbed in, too. She watched him positioning himself above her while holding the covers so they wouldn't slide off. He didn't see her breaking the habit of looking away, though, since he was staring at her body rather then at her face.
She felt herself flush under his watchful gaze, especially when she dared looking between the two of them at last. Her eyes widened briefly when she saw what had been fitting inside her the two previous nights… Was she glad she hadn't conquered her modesty before now, since now she could reassure herself with the knowledge that it could fit without hurting… Had she seen him the first night, she would've been much more afraid!
Not getting the time to mull over her thoughts much, she saw him grasp between their bodies, and she diverted her gaze when she felt her insides being stretched again, while he invaded her. His body was again resting mostly on hers, and that skin contact was still a bit of a shock to her system. It took a little while of his careful thrusting, before she felt that foreign want forming inside her like the night before.
She tried to reign in her gasps by biting on her lower lip, but the more she fought the feeling and tried to relax through it, the more anticipation she started to feel. It seemed to last a lot longer than the previous nights, or maybe it was because of those torturous feelings coursing through her, but she really wanted something unknown to… finish…
And yet, when the man finished inside her, she realised she didn't want to have it come to an end yet, and that was confusing her as much as it frustrated her.
Feeling the man roll from her, she could still feel him lying on his side beside her. His breath was making a few locks of her hair rise and fall, tickling her cheek. Turning her head towards him, their gaze looked again, and her heart was beating like mad.
In the firelight, she considered things seemed out of this world. Her actions would be forgotten in the morning, once the sun came up for another day. Taking his hand, she brought his fingertips to her mouth and kissed them, before guiding his hand to her chest.
Forgetting herself, she surrendered to the want inside her. His hand on her body felt so good, and though she wouldn't have minded his fingers on her breasts, she felt another part of her burning intolerably… The green in his eyes appeared to be burning with something, which in turn stimulated her breathing to continue its rapid pace.
Breaking the gaze once she'd guided his hand below her navel, she closed her eyes in a strange kind of relief when his hand cupped the most private part of her body. Forgetting about shame, and honour, she let go of his hand in the hope that he'd know where to go from there.
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Harry didn't need any more incentive than her guiding him there to give her what she craved…
His fingers started moving, and by the way she started moaning softly, he guessed he was doing at least something right. Letting her little gasps and the swivelling of her head from one side to the other guide him, he continued to feel around the most desirable, but most intimidating part of a woman.
Gazing down upon her, bare for him to see, and offered to him to touch, he followed the shadows dancing over her skin to her breasts. He'd stopped fighting temptation the minute she'd guided his hand over her body, so he really didn't see why he should deny himself a taste.
Bending his head he kissed one of her nipples. Her hand flew to his hair, and for a moment he thought she was going to push him away. Her fingers just fisted in his hair, though, and he allowed himself to redraw and tease her by blowing softly against her skin.
This had very interesting results on her. Her back arched towards his mouth, as if begging for more touches, while his busy hand got much more moist. Dragging his upper body closer, he reached for the other breast with his mouth, while soothing the teased one with his fingers.
The way she was losing control of her breathing and the trashing of her body made him hard again. But enjoying the way she was reacting to his touches, he chose to continue this way while denying himself for that moment.
All of the sudden she went rigid, and very quiet, as if holding her breath. Taking his mouth from her breast, he looked at her, half-concerned, but his hands couldn't have stopped the rhythmic touch on her, even if he'd wanted to. Just as he looked at her face, her eyes flew open, and she started shaking.
Her brown eyes seemed to be directed in his direction, but the unfocused wet look she had made him wonder if she was really seeing him. Realising what was happening, he couldn't restrain himself and he repositioned himself again, above her, and entered her with one swift stroke.
His eyes closed in silent bliss, when he felt her being much slicker then ever before. Starting a steady pace he grunted against her ear when he felt her nails digging in his shoulders. It was the first time she had really touched him back, and feeling her push him closer to her was making him forget everything but this instant.
When she started trembling again, in that special sort of way, he had to clutch the pillow beside her head and bite his lower lip to reign over the last shreds of his control. But he lost that control soon, and for the second time that night, he released inside her.
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