AN: So here is chapter 25…I'll warn you now, this chapter is basically just a glorified love scene, if you don't want to read about them making love, then skip this chapter.
Music of the Night
Harry grumbled to himself as he made his way back to number twelve. It was a very wet, very cold, very windy Saturday morning and Hermione had sent him off to into the stormy mess that had once been called London to get groceries, of all things. He had protested a bit, it was their one month anniversary after all - he wanted to spend as much of the day with her as possible but Hermione had insisted they were short on several items and sent him out. He'd done the shopping as quickly as possible, but it still took him over a hour. Apparently, the rain of biblical proportions that they were currently experiencing was the signal for every Londoner -and some imports from neighboring cities, Harry was sure of it- to go to the market nearest to Grimmauld Place.
But Harry had struggled through the crowds; purchased the few items they simply couldn't do without, and made his way back home relatively unscathed. Though he was soaked to the bone, and that certainly wasn't pleasant. The worst part was when the bags threatened to rip apart and spill their contents into the roadway turned river that he was sloshing through. He was able to prevent disaster by pulling out his wand and quickly repairing the bags; luckily he was alone in the roadway at the time. After fifteen minutes Harry finally lost his patience with the rain and decided to take a shortcut. Ducking into a side alley he checked that he was alone and then apparated to the front hall on number twelve.
"That's better," Harry muttered to himself when he was, at long last, out of the torrential rain. He shook himself off, a bit like a wet dog, kicked off his dripping wet shoes and socks, and went to stow the groceries he'd just bought. It was empty, which was odd only because James and Lily would normally be eating lunch around that time. Deciding they must have eaten early that day he put the newly purchased food away and began to head upstairs.
In the hallway he noticed that the house was dark, dark and quiet. Had it been this dark when he'd gone down into the kitchen? He couldn't remember it being dark, but he couldn't remember it not being dark. He'd been too focused on putting the food away and getting into dry clothes to notice. Something was most definitely amiss.
Coming to the stairs, Harry was greeted by a piece of parchment taped to the banister. The parchment held no words, merely an arrow directing him up the stairs. What is this about? He wondered to himself as he walked slowly up the stairs.
At the first floor landing Harry found another arrow pointing further up into the house. Halfway up the stairs, he noticed a light above him; it was a soft, flickering light, most likely a fire. When he found the third arrow, instructing him to go to the top level of the house, a suspicion entered his mind. Hermione was up to something; something for just the two of them.
His suspicions were increased when he reached the third floor and found hundreds of tiny, white candles, making a path from the top of the stairs, across the landing and down the hall towards his bedroom.
Harry could feel himself smiling as he walked the path of candles, coming quickly to his door. He was almost positive that he knew exactly what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. Pushing it open slowly he was not disappointed.
Hermione was standing in front of his bed, surrounded by more candles of varying sizes, looking at him. She looked - there wasn't a word to describe how she looked - her hair looked wavy and soft, and she had made herself up in soft natural tones. She was wearing a little slip of a black silk dress that was skin tight, amazingly short, and a bit longer at the back then the front. At its lowest point, the skirt came about halfway up her thigh, at its highest point it would come close to be considered way too short to wear in public.
"Wow," Harry exclaimed softly, not able to raise his voice above a whisper, he was so taken aback by how amazing she looked. She held out her hand to him, beckoning him forward, and he obliged.
"Harry," she said softly, letting him take hold of her hand.
"Yes, `Mione?"
"We have the house entirely to ourselves, the twins have gone off to their Grandparents' house. It's just you and me."
"Oh yes?"
"Yes," Hermione assured him kissing his rough fingertips sensually.
"It would seem that we've found our perfect moment," he breathed, watching her run his fingers across her soft lips.
"My thoughts exactly," she said between kisses. Harry felt his mouth curl into a smile at the thought of being alone with her. Before he could stop himself he moved his hands away from her mouth and kissed her. "You know, we really should get you out of those wet clothes," she purred in his ear, peeling his sopping wet sweater off his torso; it stuck only a bit, making it cling to his well defined abdomen.
He gladly let her divest him of his clothing while kissing his bare chest softly as her hands pulled open his belt and undid his zip. He moaned happily as her lips played across his nipples. Amazingly, no one had ever done that to him before. She brought her lips up to his as his pants fell to the floor, catching his lips with hers as her hand ran down his hardening length. His moan was lost in their mouths and she continued to touch him tenderly as they kissed.
He ran his hand up her arm and played lightly at the shoulder strap of her dress, "You're over dressed," he breathed. "I could help you with that," Harry offered, slipping his finger under the spaghetti strap and pulling it down her shoulder.
She took hold of his hand to stop him going any further, "Wait, Harry."
"I thought you wanted this?" he questioned.
"Oh I do Harry," she insisted, "more than anything, but I want to warn you. I'm…well it's just…my body isn't what it once was, nothing like it was when you last saw me naked."
He laughed off her words. "I would be terrified if you did, you're a grown women, you shouldn't have the body of a teenager."
"No Harry, I mean, things that once didn't, now sag, and my stomach isn't nearly what it use to be."
He continued to dismiss her words. "You're perfect, `Mione, just the way you are."
"I just wanted to give you fair warning, I don't want you to be disappointed."
He purred lustfully in her ear, "'Mione, my love. Shut up and let me make love to you." She instantly gave up her resistance; moving her hand away from his and letting him pull the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. The soft silk material slid down over her breasts and he descended, kissing the overflowing flesh, biting at it lightly. She moaned happily, linking her arms around his neck and pushing her chest up, closer to him.
Continuing his assault on her supple breasts, he finished pulling the dress down her body, letting it fall softly to the floor. She stood there, dressed only in her black satin knickers, moaning softly as his hand ran down to her waist. Pushing them down her hips he let them fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
His lips moved up to her neck as his hands skimmed the back of her thighs and in one seamless motion he had her legs up on his hips. She gasped in surprise, but moaned in pleasure again as he brushed against her entrance.
Stepping around the candles carefully, he carried her over to his bed, gently laying her down. She looked so exquisite lying there, that he was almost tempted to just look at her, but she groaned impatiently and he knew he wouldn't survive him just looking at her. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, caress her softly, and most importantly, show her that she was loved.
Climbing onto the bed next to her he brought their lips together. His hands began roaming her body, causing her to writhe against his tender touch. He was worshiping her body slowly, bringing to life sensations she'd never felt before.
"Oh, Harry," she moaned as he moved over her and let his lips follow the path his hands had just taken. He grinned devilishly up at her from his position just above her waist and slid his tongue down into her navel and watched -with great joy- as pleasure rippled across her face. Her hands reached wildly for him as his lips descended lower and lower; moving across the line of her hips and working his way down her leg. Reaching the very tip of her toe he moved to her other leg and kissed his way back up her body.
His face, coming to level with hers once more, he let himself hover above her for a moment; remembering the last time they'd been in that position. He'd been a bumbling teenager then, with absolutely no idea what he was doing now. He felt just as nervous as he did back then; though he hid it better this time. Yes, he'd been with people since her, but he hadn't loved any of them, he loved her and wanted this to be amazing - for both of them.
"'Mione," he said softly, bringing his lips down to her neck, "we're not ready for more children."
"No," she breathed, understanding his point, "I've taken care of it, don't worry." She'd taken a potion that morning that would prevent conception.
"Good," he mumbled, kissing the small indentation at the base of her neck as he moved his legs between hers, coaxing her thighs apart gently with his hand. He positioned himself at her entrance and touched his forehead to hers. Her arms wrapped around his back, keeping his body almost directly on top of hers.
Her eyes fluttered up to meet his and she smiled blissfully at him, her voice full of need she said, "Yes, Harry, please."
Keeping his eyes with hers he thrust forward gently, burying himself deeply in her. He lingered there for a moment, watching as her lips parted and she gasped silently. Capturing her parted lips with his, he began to thrust slowly. Their eyes still locked together, their tongues playing together in their joined mouths, their bodies flowed together. He pushed down and she pushed back.
He was trying to savor their time together and make these simple moments continue on forever, but his body was betraying him. He could feel the muscles in his groin tightening, approaching release. Harry tried to fight back the urge, but it continued to grow with every move he made. Moments later, her lips feel away from his and she screamed his name for the entire world to hear. As her body trembled around him with the after effects of orgasm, he lost whatever control he had and released himself within her, groaning loudly as he came, all words failing him.
Again, he hovered over her, neither one of them moving as they came down off such a natural high. Finally, when he felt his own breath even out, he came to rest beside her. Pulling her sweaty body into his, her back against his chest; she could feel his heart beating rapidly, and knew her own was matching his pace.
Brushing her hair out of her face he leaned in and whispered in her ear: "You could never disappoint me."
She laughed slightly at her own stupidity. "Clearly." They lay there silently for a few moments, his hands stroking her hair and her stomach respectfully and she simply enjoyed the way her body fit into his.
It was Harry who first broke the silence. Laughing slightly he spoke. "Remind me to put up silencing charms if we ever do this while the twins are at home."
She laughed with him, "I can't help it if I'm a very vocal person."
"So I've come to realize, and appreciate" he said sweetly in her ear. "I know I said this last time too, but that was amazing."
"Yes," she agreed, "it was amazing." Silence descended again until she muttered softly, "Harry, I wish you had been my first."
He didn't seem surprised by this at all. "I wish you had been my only."
Hermione turned in his arms so she could face him, "We make quite the pair, don't we?"
"Yes, we both think too much. You left to make me happy and I let you go for the same reason."
"We do think too much," she conferred, "but we've been doing it for years, I don't know that there is anything that can change us now." Instead of offering a response Harry rolled away from her, a look of deep contemplation on his face. She followed him across his large bed and turned him to face her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I was just thinking," he confessed, "thinking of all the years we wasted not being honest with each other. If I'd just told you I loved you, where would we be now?"
"I don't know Harry," she said honestly.
"We'd be married, we'd have other children, we wouldn't have had to face some of the things we faced."
She shook her head. "Don't speculate," she insisted. "I'm happy, just here, with you. We can't change our past."
"I know `Mione, and I'm ruining the moment aren't I?"
"Yes," she answered honestly.
"I'm sorry," he told her, pulling her to him again.
Laying her head on his chest, she spoke. "That's all right Harry, I forgive you."
He began to stroke her hair again. "That was quite the ruse you pulled on me."
"I thought it was very clever," she confessed.
"Except for the fact that it's pouring with rain out there, it was brilliant."
"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise," she insisted.
He smiled at her, understanding her motivations, "I know love, and it was a wonderful surprise to come home to."
AN: It's about damn time - that's all I have to say. But I have a bit of bad news to report, chapter 26 is not coming along smoothly at all. I'm now on version three of the chapter, and I think I'm finally happy with the way it's going, but ya'll say a prayer and be patient - I have a feeling that I'm in for quite the battle with this one, though I have no idea why. Oh and sorry this chapter was kinda short, but I can promise you it is the last one I have planned
Kalina Malia - lol, what can I say, I'm a dirty minded person and it was late when I wrote that Lady Chancellor - : ) MrsDanielRadcliffe - um…yeah I know, sometimes things get overlooked, I'll work on it, thanks Ginnie - : ) Lady Starlight - I have to give the credit for that joke to my cousin Brian, he actually said that to my brother and I at the family Christmas party, he has the absolutely adorable little blond boy with gray-blue eyes and he joked that they have to pay a fee every month to keep him cute - I just thought it was so great that I had to add it in…oh and it's very cool to hear this story is one of your favorite stories fairyp80 - : ) Lajo1013 - there will be a bit more about the adoption, but not a whole lot since it's not one of the main story lines izzieq - I suppose it would be a natural reaction for him, I never really thought about it, in my head Harry is already looking forward to having more kids with Hermione so he's not so much jealous of Ron as he is excited about what he has to look forward to Sek19005 - finally ::winkwink:: lol diggingupophelia - yeah the adoption thing I added because in my mind Charlie and Miranda have been moving towards that for a while now. Miranda, god bless her, feels very, um…flawed around all these families who can conceive a child at will, keeping in mind that she is a muggle, she feels even more like she doesn't fit in with them because she can't conceive children and she wants there acceptance more then anything, she doesn't really get that she already has it and wants to make sure that they'd "approve" of her and Charlie's decision to adopt - it's really just an insecurity of hers, plus I could have her showing up later on with a child and not explain why she was never pregnant, it was just easier this way Shellbell18 - : ) GPGA - I do adore this chapter, I think it's about time the two of them get together, they deserve it after all they've gone through eRiN_GryFFiN - I sleep, the deep knowing sleep, of a writer who can keep people interested, thank you ever so much for saying you think I'm a great writer - that really means a lot to me - it really is my dream to have my writing be my career and it's nice to get such a positive affirmation pottergranny - : ) hernndzzz - lol, that's very nice of you, but as for the angst question, well, you're going to have to wait and see Mani12191 - yeah sorry this one is shorter, but I can promise you that this is the last short chapter there is Luna_Tyler - : ) Tomlove01 - : ) harryhermione731 - lol, I loved that story too, I have no idea where it came from, it was just there Gorgena - : ) Anu - : ) Green_Eye_Sparkle16 - I gotta tell you, I love this review, it's so sweet, thank you so much for all the kind words, I'm glad you love the story ginnymalfoy21 - : ) greenevans - about as mature as I am for writing the sentence that way, lol CrimsonTemplar - the "M" word is coming I can promise you that peterson32 - well they are kind of PDA types, in certain places/situations orange - no, it's not over, we still have eleven chapters to go harry n hermione - : ) div - well now I can't tell you what the future holds, it would suck the fun out of the story ::wink:: MichellRadcliffe - : ) Lady Celmer-Malfoy - I'm so glad you like my collection, and reading it all in one day - wow - I can't even do that Misadies1 - lol, : ) hermione4harry - : ) paochi_cute - they do have triplets - YAY them and I'll let you in on a little secret, in four years they are going to have twin girls, but that's long after this story is over, that's why I can tell you that and not feel like I'm giving away some big secret : )
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