A Different Kind of Jealousy

hammergal

Rating: R
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 20/11/2004
Last Updated: 20/11/2004
Status: completed

Fluffy with some lovemaking at the end. H/Hr married with children. Their daughter's feeling a little left out.

Chapters

1. A Different Kind of Jealousy

1. A Different Kind of Jealousy

Disclaimer: Harry and Hermione characters not mine. Belong to JKRowling.

A/N: A little story that came to me. Happens that way a lot! Married H/Hr with children.

A Different Kind of Jealousy

“Damn it!”

12 year old Haley Potter slammed her books down on the desk in the study angrily, her 14 year old brother James looked up from his books, amused.

“Something wrong?” he said, smirking.

“They're at in again! Always kissing, always hugging! I had something important to tell them and once again they're in their own little world!” she said, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Oh, Haley, you're being dramatic as usual,” James said, shrugging, “you just have to interrupt, they'll listen.”

“You're wrong, James! They never listen to me, they just act like they do. But I see the way they look at each other, always their eyes connected. Always touching when they're near each other. It's not normal, James! Most parents don't act that way.” she said, flopping down in the chair. “I get so tired of it sometimes.”

“You're just jealous,” James replied, “You just want attention.”

“I do not! But just once I would like Dad and Mum to talk to me without getting the feeling all they want to do is sneak off somewhere and shag!” she said.

“Shag? What do you know about shagging?” James said, amused.

“I know what it is! I read you know!” she replied, huffily.

“Yeah, I know, you're just like Mum that way.” James said, returning to his books, “get over it, short stuff, you're just imagining things.”

“I am not. You just don't understand.” she said, gathering her books, “I'm going up to my room.”

James watched her as she stomped away, he shook his head and smiled. “Kid sisters.”

A short time later, James looked up as he heard footsteps come into the study. He saw the tall frame of his father in the doorway. Harry smiled at his son and came over to ruffle his hair, raven black like his own. His eyes, though, were hazel, a mix of Hermione's cinnamon ones and his own emerald green.

“Getting some studying done?” he said affectionately.

“Yeah, Potions is kicking my butt. You know how Snape is.” James replied.

“Yes, I well remember,” Harry said, smiling, “But you know your mother could help you with that.”
“She can help me with pretty much everything,” James said, “she's a hard act to follow. So are you for that matter.”

Harry looked puzzled. “Something wrong?”

“No, I didn't mean anything by that, it's just tough sometimes having such famous parents.” James said.

“Are you having problems at Hogwarts with that?” Harry said.

“No, no,” James said, “well maybe a little but it's nothing I can't handle.”

“James, you know your mother and I want to know everything that's going on. You and your sister are very important to us, we want you both to be able to talk to us about anything.” Harry said.

“Well, in that case, you'd better have a talk with Haley.” James said.

“I thought I heard her come in. Why? What's wrong with Haley?” Harry said, concerned.

“She's got some idea that you and Mum ignore her. She thinks all you two really care about is each other.” James said, “I told her she was imagining things.”

“What? Why would she think that?” Harry said.

James shrugged. “You got me, Dad. You're the one who's supposed to know about women, I'm only 14.”

Harry laughed and hugged his son. “You're right, son. I don't know what I was thinking. And just for the record, men never know all there is to know about women. I learn something new about your mother all the time.”

“Dad, I kinda know what Haley's talking about, though. You and Mum....well, you guys do spend a lot of time touching and kissing. I mean, I understand, you love each other but Haley's got this idea that you don't love her as much. Just thought you might want to know.” James said.

“Well, thanks for clueing me in. I appreciate it. And by the way, your Mum and I do love each other very much. Your Mum is everything to me. But you and Haley are the most important people in our world. Don't ever think that we don't love you two. Because we do, more than anything.” Harry said.

James blushed slightly and said, “Okay, Dad, I get it.”

“Okay, enough of the mush. We'll talk to Haley.” Harry said.

Harry shook his head as he walked out of the study and headed for the kitchen. “Hermione's going to love this one.” he thought, smiling. He came into the kitchen and saw his wife of 15 years standing at the counter, chopping vegtables for dinner. She was singing to the song playing on the Wizarding Wireless, her brown curls bouncing, her hips swaying. Harry smiled, she was so downright sexy, even after 15 years of marriage and two kids. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. She leaned back into his embrace and dropped the knife, wrapping her hands over his.

“Hmm...do what do I owe this?” she murmured.

“Do I need a reason to hug my sexy wife?” Harry asked.

“Of course not,” Hermione said in a low voice, “too bad the kids are home, we could have at it right here on the counter.”

“Don't give me any ideas,” Harry said, “but hold that thought for later.”

Hermione turned in his arms and he leaned in to kiss her hungrily. They kissed deeply, tongues seeking, hands running over each other's body. Harry broke the kiss and stared into her eyes lovingly.

“I love you, Hermione” he whispered, “love you so much.”

“I love you, Harry,” she whispered back, “you sexy man.”

Harry hugged her tightly as she made to turn back to her vegtables she was preparing.

“Hermione,” Harry said, “we've got a little problem with Haley.”

Hermione turned again quickly with a concerned frown on her face. “What, Harry, is she all right?”

“Yeah, she came home and went upstairs. James filled me in. He said she thinks we care more about each other than we do her. That we ignore her. Sounds like a little early teenage angst setting in.”Harry said.

“Oh, honestly,” Hermione said, “that girl! Why on earth would she think that? She knows we love her!”

“Well, sounds like a little jealousy going on. Since she started Hogwarts last year I thought she was getting more independent and I was going to give her some space. Maybe she wants more of the little girl attention she was used to.”Harry said.

“Wow, Harry, that's pretty insightful. Where did learn so much about pre-teen girls?”Hermione grinned.

“I had a good teacher. You.” Harry smiled.

“Okay, well, looks like we need to have a talk with little miss. Maybe something happened at school to make her think these thoughts.” Hermione said, “Shall we go talk to her now?”

“I'm game if you are. Not exactly looking forward to this.” Harry said.

“Come on, Harry, that's part of being a parent, you know. And it's only just begun. James is only 14 and Haley's just 12. We've got several more years of this.” Hermione said, laughing.

“Okay, let's put on our Mum and Dad faces and have a talk with her.” Harry said, taking her hand.

“I'll start, Harry, you just join in when you feel ready.” Hermione said.

Together they walked up the stairs leading to the bedrooms of their spacious home. Haley's door was closed and Hermione knocked quietly, looking up at Harry, who looked a little nervous.

“Haley? It's Mum and Dad, can we come in?” Hermione called through the door.

“Okay, come in.” Haley called back.

Harry and Hermione opened the door to her room and stepped inside. Haley sat in the window box, her knees up, reading a book. Hermione noticed that her eyes looked a little red, like she had been crying. She went over and sat opposite from her on the window box. Harry hung back, picking up one of her teddy bears that sat on her bed. She had several dozen bears of all shapes and sizes, it was her favorite thing. She loved them more than dolls. He looked over at his daughter and sighed. Things were so easy when she was four, he remembered the curly haired little girl with the big green eyes that adored him, calling him “Daddy” and hugging his legs every time he came home. How he missed that.

“Haley,” Hermione said, “Is there something wrong? Something you need to talk about with us?”

Haley shrugged and looked down at her book.

“Haley, you know your Dad and I love you very much. If something is wrong, we want to know.” Hermione said, reaching over to rub her arm.

Haley pulled away abruptly, “There's nothing wrong, just forget it!”

Harry walked over and looked down at his daughter, reaching out to stroke her hair gently. “Haley,” he said softly, “If you're angry at us about something, please tell us.”

“Why?” she asked, “you'll just ignore me like you always do.”

“Ignore you?” Hermione asked, “when do we ignore you, Haley?”

“When you're kissing.” she pouted.

Harry looked at Hermione helplessly. Hermione smiled and shifted closer to Haley.

“Haley, we're sorry if you think we're ignoring you. You father and I love each other very much and we've never wanted to hide that fact from you and James. We want you to know that we love each other and that love extends to the two of you. Kissing is nothing to be ashamed of. But if you have something to tell us, just let us know. You aren't bothering us even when we're kissing.”

“Well, it just seems like you're always kissing and hugging,” Haley said, “some of the other girls at school say they never see their parents doing that in front of them.”

“Well, some parents feel embarrased about displaying affection. But your Dad and I don't feel that way.” Hermione said, “we've always felt like it wasn't something to hide.”

“Haley,” Harry said, kneeling down next to her, “I love your Mum with all my heart. We haven't told you everything about our lives before you and James came along. We suffered through a lot of bad times, you know the stories about Voldemort and what the wizarding world went through during the second war. Your Mum and I were involved in that in the worst possible way, you know I was responsible for destroying Voldemort and that your Mum almost died because of it. I knew then how much I loved her and I've spent every day since showing her how much. We aren't exactly your ordinary wizard family, you are old enough now to know more about the stories and we plan on telling you some things about our lives before you. Especially now that you are at Hogwarts and you will hear some things about us. We want you to know the truth, not rumors.”

Haley stared at Harry with curiousity in her eyes. “You've never told me that before, Dad, I mean about Mum almost dying. Did that really happen, Mum?”

Hermione smiled sadly, “Yes, but thankfully your father didn't let that happen. We went through hell and back, Haley, the life we have today is one we're very grateful for. I am grateful every day that I have your father to love and that he gave me two wonderful children to love as well. Voldemort could have taken all that away but he didn't. Dad and I just remind each other every day that we have a love for the ages, one that was meant to be. One day you and James will grow up and live your own lives and Dad and I will still have each other. But for now, you are very important to us and we want you to always know that we will make the time for you. Do you know that?”

Haley looked at her with tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry, Mum, for being angry. I do know you love me, I just get, you know, jealous...”

“Well, you don't have to be, Haley, we have enough love for each other and you and James and everyone else we love.” Hermione said, gathering her in her arms. Haley threw her arms around Hermione and began to cry harder. Harry leaned over to wrap his arms around them both, hugging them tightly. They rocked together on the seat, Hermione kissing Haley's hair and rubbing her back. They heard a sound and looked around to see James standing in the door.

“Oh, geez, what's going on?” he asked, “emotional family sobfest?”

Harry held his arm out, “Come here, you know you have to.” he smiled.

James reluctantly walked over to his parents and sister and allowed Harry to pull him into the embrace. He rolled his eyes at the display his mother and sister were making but he reached out to tug on his sister's hair. “Hey, short stuff, you're getting Mum's shirt all wet.” he said.

“I k-know,” she said shakily, “I'm sorry, James, for saying what I said.”

“It's okay,” he said, “you're a girl after all.”

“Spoken like a true male.” Harry said, laughing.

Hermione began to laugh, “I love all of you so much,” she said emotionally.

“Aw, Mum,” James said, “please, I'm going to puke here.”
“James,” Harry said in a warning tone, “I think you might want to rephrase that.”

“Right,” James said, “I meant to say, I love you too.”

Harry smiled and hugged his son. “That's better. What do you guys say about dinner out tonight? I think we need a family outing.”

“That's a great idea, Harry,” Hermione said, “and Haley gets to pick where.”

Haley smiled through her tears and said loudly, “Pizza!”

“Pizza it is,” Harry says, “let's get our coats.”

Later that evening.....

Harry and Hermione looked in at Haley's sleeping form in the middle of her four poster bed, surrounded by her beloved bears. She looked so angelic, the moonlight shining on her as she slept quietly. They closed her door softly and wrapped their arms around each other, walking past James' room where he also lay sleeping.

They reached their own room and Hermione walked over to turn down the comforter, Harry stretched his arms and yawned.

Hermione smiled, “I hope that doesn't mean you're tired,” she said, “I'm still holding that thought from earlier.”

Harry grinned and pulled his shirt over his head. “You know I'm never too tired for that.”

He slipped out of his jeans and climbed into bed with his boxers. Hermione pulled off her own clothes and slipped her cotton nightgown on, but left her knickers off. She turned off the light and pulled the drapes open to let in a little moonlight that cast a soft glow around the room. She shut their bedroom door and flicking her wand cast a silencing charm. She crawled into the bed next to Harry and he pulled his glasses off, laying them on the bedside table. He reached for her, pulling her close.

“What a day,” he said, “I'm glad we had that talk with Haley.”
“Well, not to worry you but I'm afraid they'll be many more like that to come, she's going to be a teenage girl remember.” Hermione smiled.

“Don't remind me. But if she's anything like her mother, she'll be wonderful.” Harry said.

He leaned down to capture her mouth with his and they kissed deeply. He pulled her nightgown up over her head and she reached down to slide his boxers over his hips. They pressed their bodies close, enjoying the feeling of each other, their arousal building. They kissed and kissed hungrily.

“Hermione, I love you,” Harry said huskily, “I meant what I said about showing you every day of my life.”
“I know, Harry, I know. I love you too, so very much. Let me show you how much.” Hermione said, kissing him fiercely.

She pulled him over on top of her and he slid into her in one motion, filling her. They moved together gently at first, just loving each other. Harry gazed at Hermione's eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips over and over as he thrust into her slowly and deliberately.

“Oh God,” he moaned, “every time, it's just amazing every time.”

“Yes, you are,” Hermione moaned back, “no one could ever love me like you do.”

She wrapped her legs around his back and he began to thrust harder and faster. They both cried out as they reached their pinnacles, Hermione first, Harry following shortly after. They collasped against each other, shaking in completion. They just looked at one another, so filled with love, words weren't necessary.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her close, just held her. Tonight it was just all about each other. Reaffirmation. Together, always together.