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A/N: This scenario will play out in at least two chapters. We hope you enjoy it.
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Cindy and Terri
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"Come on, Hermione," Harry begged. "Just let me go with you. I can't stand it when you're away, you know that."
Hermione sighed. She and Harry had been having this argument every day for the past week. After attending her first healer's conference in Florence, Italy, she'd decided that being a healer was what she wanted to do. Since that time, she'd been to two other conferences and each time Harry had been able to accompany her. This time, however, they were asked specifically not to bring anyone with them. Due to limited space in the hotel, the attendees would be required to board with others who had signed up for the conference, and there would be no room for additional guests.
"Here, I got you something today," she said, handing him a small envelop.
Harry opened it and studied it for a minute. He held it up toward her. "What's this supposed to be?" he questioned.
"It's a plane ticket, Harry. I'm sending you to the Caribbean," she said, smiling widely. "You fly the same day I do. You'll get to sit on the beach, enjoy the views, swim, whatever you want to do. I got myself a ticket too. I'll be meeting you there as soon as my conference is over."
Harry smiled in return. "What made you decide to do this?"
Hermione cocked her head and stared at him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Well, it keeps you from being home alone," she said pointedly. "And, it keeps me from worrying about whether or not you're going to pop in on me at some point," she added with a grin.
"You never seemed to mind that before," he said, fighting to keep his voice light.
She walked forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You know I love you, Harry, but it's not going to kill us to be apart for a couple of days, is it? I really need to get through this conference without having to worry about you being lonely or deciding to surprise me."
"I'm a big boy, Hermione," he said, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin atop her head. "I'll be all right. I just hate waking up alone, that's all."
Hermione sighed and turned her head to rest it against his shoulder. "Me too," she said softly. "I waited four years to get to this point with you. It's hard for me to even think about being away now. But it'll only be two mornings out of our life. Besides," she paused and pulled back to look up at him, "you need to think about what you want to do with your life. This trip will be a great time to contemplate your future."
Harry leaned forward and captured her lips in a sensuous kiss that left her breathless and aching for more. "Right now all I want is you," he whispered. His eyes had taken on that glassy look of desire, lust, and love all wrapped into one, and Hermione felt her knees go weak.
"How is it that you can do this to me?" she asked, falling against him and wrapping her arms tighter around his waist. "One look and I just melt. I don't remember giving you that power."
Harry pushed her gently away and looked into her eyes. "Somewhere along the line we gave it to each other," he said. "One look, one touch, one-well, anything from you, really…and I'm hypnotized. I'd do anything you asked me to do."
Hermione's stomach did a flip and her body shivered against his. She slid her hands under his shirt and up along the smooth skin of his back. She closed her eyes and buried her face against his chest. "I love you," she whispered raggedly.
Harry's forearms rested atop her shoulders and his fingers slid along her scalp to intermingle with her hair. She could hear his heart pounding against his chest, its staccato beat searching for a steady rhythm. Her hands continued their journey up his back until they reached his shoulders. His shirt pulled tightly against her wrists, preventing her from reaching higher.
She raised her head just enough to look up at him. Her hands slid down his back and around to the front, her fingers tracing the contours of his firm, muscled stomach. Her fingers feathered across his nipples, sending a quiver of excitement through him, settling in the pit of his stomach. Her hands continued their journey upward, raising his shirt until it was bunched beneath his arms. She leaned forward and captured one of his nipples between her teeth.
The sound of air being sucked through clenched teeth met her ears and sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She swirled her tongue around his nipple and across his chest to capture the other.
Harry's head fell forward until it rested against hers, his grip tightening on her hair. "That feels so good," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "You feel so good." The muscles in his arms flexed uncontrollably as he fought against the urge to yank her head back and kiss her into unconsciousness.
Thankfully she released his nipple and raised her head. "Take this off," she murmured, pushing his shirt up until he had no choice but to raise his arms. Her hands caressed his skin as she pushed his shirt up and over his head. She backed up, her fingers trailing down the length of his arms as he lowered them and she pulled his shirt off.
"My turn," he said huskily. He reached out and pulled her against him. He tugged her shirt from the waist of her jeans and slid his fingers up the side of her ribs. She giggled and squirmed as his soft touch tickled her. He wasted little time sliding her shirt up and over her head, trailing his fingers up her arms in the same way she'd done to him.
"Harry, I can't stand this anymore," she said breathily, her body falling limp against his. "I want you."
Harry stepped back from her and grinned. "I've been practicing this," he said mischievously. He raised his hand and closed his eyes. Hermione watched him in silence. A few seconds later she jumped when she felt her bra and knickers disappear. She looked down, her jeans still on her slender frame although she could feel that her panties were gone. She began to laugh as she looked at Harry. His cheeks were pink and he looked at her with a shy grin. "I've been practicing on myself when I was wearing only my boxers. Guess I need to concentrate on more than just the under garments, huh?"
"I just can't believe you've been practicing that at all," she said, laughing harder.
Harry grinned. "Well, you told me to, remember? It was the night I told you that I love you, down by the lake at Hogwarts."
Hermione stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his face to within an inch of hers. She looked into his eyes and smiled tenderly. "Of course I remember. I remember everything about that night." She pulled him down into a slow, sweet kiss. "The moon…" she said dreamily, lowering her arms from around his neck. "The stars…" her fingers slid into his waistband, fidgeting with the buttons of his jeans. "The fountain…" her hands slid down his arse, causing his jeans to pool around his ankles. She giggled again at the sight of his missing boxers. She squeezed his arse and sidled up to him until his erection pressed against her stomach. "I remember it all, Harry."
Harry scooped her up into his arms and, having forgotten that his jeans were still pooled around his ankles, stumbled in his attempt to step forward. Thankfully he stayed on his feet and didn't drop her. Hermione giggled as he set her down hastily and reached down to release the hold his jeans had on him. Once free, he looked into her smiling eyes and shook his head. "Just call me Dr. Smooth," he said jokingly.
Hermione stepped forward and jumped into his arms capturing his lips in an intoxicating kiss that left him light-headed as he stumbled toward their bedroom. He fell onto the bed with her wrapped in his arms. Their kisses became more heated as their need increased exponentially in a matter of seconds. Harry ran his hand down her back with every intention of grabbing her arse and burying his erection deep within her. When his hand reached her waist he pulled away from her and looked sourly down at the jeans she still wore. Hermione looked at him questioningly and then followed the path of his eyes. She began to giggle once more as Harry's look turned from sour to incredulous. "How could we forget those?" he asked in amazement.
"Don't know," Hermione somehow managed to choke out between fits of laughter. "What did I tell you? You see what you do to me?" she asked, reaching down to unbutton them.
"Hold on," Harry said, placing his hand over hers. He shut his eyes tightly, his face crinkling with the effort of concentration. In an instant her jeans disappeared. "Finally," he sighed, "something's gone right."
She gave him a quick kiss and looked into his eyes. "I knew you could do it," she said, beaming at him. She began to pull him into another kiss and a second before their lips touched she whispered, "…eventually."
He smiled as their lips met and his tongue slid smoothly into her mouth and swirled around hers. She moaned deeply as the heat within her built to near-explosive levels.
Harry rolled on top of her, her legs falling open instantly to give him the access he needed to take her places only he could. He raised his arse and reached between them, to slide a finger into her. He moaned when he felt how hot, wet, and ready for him she was. She raised her hips and he pulled his finger out and brought it to her lips. "This is you," he said softly. Together they put their tongues out and licked up his finger, their eyes never straying from each other. When her tongue reached the tip she drew his finger into her mouth and sucked on it. "Mmm," she murmured. "I love the way we taste together."
Hermione reached down and spread herself open for him with her fingers. He slid into her with one smooth thrust, his eyes still locked with hers. He pressed his lips to hers and they moaned against each other as he buried his cock to the hilt within her. Hermione clenched around him, pulling him, stretching him further into her. "Ahh," Harry cried as the pain and pleasure coursed through him, "m'kay."
He pushed himself up to his knees and wrapped his arms around the back of her legs, pushing them up until her calves were on his shoulders. He felt the cold air hit his cock as he pulled it out until just the tip remained within her. He thrust into her with such force that her body rocketed forward and she cried out. "Again," she cried out breathlessly, "do it again." Harry closed his eyes and pounded into her again and again, her rapturous screams driving him on. She raised her hips and he felt her clench around him once again. He opened his eyes and cried out at the sight of her near-silent scream of ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, which was forced back into the pillow, and her stomach and hips convulsed uncontrollably. "I love it when you do that," he groaned. Her only reply was a now-glazed look and a whimper as she stared up at him.
"Come," she paused and fought for breath, "here…" she said heavily, gesturing for him to lay against her.
Harry slammed into her a couple more times and she inhaled deeply through tightly clenched teeth. "Ahh!" she cried out. Harry released her legs and fell against her, stifling her cries as he pressed his lips to hers.
He continued to slide in and out of her, and fighting against his own release as he brought her to hers. "Come on, Hermione," he moaned, pounding into her harder and harder.
Hermione screamed and Harry let himself go as he felt her hot, wet orgasm break through. He continued to ride her, his arse rising and falling convulsively as all around them pinpricks of light invaded their vision. Harry closed his eyes and fell against her as they both rode out the last of their release.
"How can it keep getting better?" she asked breathlessly. "My God, Harry, I think you're going to kill me."
Harry hugged her tightly and then rolled off her, laughing as he went. "I seem to recall," he said laughing breathlessly, "a certain someone telling me once that a person couldn't die from that."
"Yeah, well," she exclaimed, trying to regain control of her breathing, "they lied." She turned her head and grinned at him. "Damn you're good."
Harry tipped his fingers at her in salute. "Thank you, M'lady," he said grinning. "You're not so bad yourself."
Hermione's mouth and eyes opened wide and she smacked his arm. "Not so bad?" she exclaimed. "Is that what you think? Well, let me tell you something, Mister Potter," she said in mock anger, "flattery like that will get you absolutely nowhere." She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a sort of, "harrumph" sound and turned her head toward the wall, a slight smile formed at the corner of her mouth.
"Okay," he said casually. Rolling over and turning his back toward her, he fluffed his pillow and laid down comfortably. He felt her stiffen beside him and he turned his head into the pillow and smiled. He laughed out loud when she smacked his arse.
"I don't believe you," she said sternly, her eyes still wide with shock.
Harry rolled over and pulled her into his arms. "You know I love you," he whispered against her neck. She smiled gently but remained silent, encouraging him to continue. "You know that making love to you is life-sustaining for me. I can't live without you. Not anymore." He looked at her face and saw that she was masking her beautiful smile in an effort to keep him going. "How'm I doing?" he asked, trailing kisses up the line of her jaw.
"Not sure," she said evasively. "How much more do you have?"
He placed his fingers to her chin and turned her head to face him fully. "How much more do you want?" he asked softly, his eyes lingering on her lips before meeting hers. "I'll give you everything I have."
She smiled and leaned toward him. "And you know I'll take it," she said playfully, her eyes gleaming. She got to within an inch of his lips, "but right now, I'm taking a shower," she said, turning her head and kissing him on the cheek. She jumped off the bed, laughing as she narrowly escaped his lunge for her. "Come on," she said with an exaggerated sigh and a roll of the eyes, "let's go take a shower."
She held her out to help him up. He sighed back at her and rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear, whatever you say," he teased, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him up.
"That's the line. Don't ever forget it," she laughed.
Harry pulled her down onto his lap. "You, my dear, are the absolute best. Everything about you is perfect to me. Want me to get mushy for you? I will, you know."
"Yeah," she said smiling. "I love it when you get mushy for me." She rubbed her nose against his and kissed him.
"What's the one thing that a person absolutely cannot live without?" he asked.
Hermione crinkled up her nose and thought about the question. "Their heart?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry nodded his head. "You, Hermione, are like my heart. You keep the blood pumping through my veins. You keep me alive. Without you, there'd be no me."
Hermione closed her eyes and dropped her head against his. "I love you," she whispered hoarsely. He placed his hands on the sides of her head and pulled her back when he felt the dampness of a tear fall upon his shoulder.
"I love you, too," he whispered, pulling her into a long, sweet kiss. He pulled away and looked at her again, smiling tenderly at the look of love he found in her eyes. "Let's go take that shower," he said, dropping his hands from her face and encouraging her to stand up. "You have a lot of packing to do."
She looked at him and grinned. "We both do," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Do you think you can carry a few things for me so I don't have to carry it all to the conference?"
"Of course," he said agreeably. "You know me, I never pack much, I'm sure I'll have plenty of room to pack whatever you need."
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The next day flew by as they both packed and prepared for their trips. They'd talked late into the night about the trip that Harry was taking to the Caribbean and Hermione thought briefly about canceling the conference and just going straight to his island getaway with him. She didn't like the thought of being away from him as it was, but for him to be going someplace so beautiful without her was enough to drive her mad.
They made love three times that day and once in the early morning hours of the following day before they had to get ready to leave for the airport. Hermione's conference was being held in a Muggle hotel so she had to fly to her destination because there was no place to apparate. This time she had refused to take a train because she knew that it would be impossible for her to be gone from him for any unnecessary length of time.
Harry's flight departed two hours after Hermione's so they went to the airport together. "I can't believe you won't be with me for the next couple of days," Harry whined. He was trying to keep his voice light, playful, but he failing miserably. He just couldn't stand the thought of being without her. "Do you see what you've turned me into?" he asked, his expression one of intense sadness. "I'm supposed to be the boy-who-lived, the most powerful wizard in the world, and you…you've turned me into this, this," he paused and looked down at himself, gesturing with his arms. He looked up into her eyes and expelled a deep breath. "I'm whipped," he muttered. "That's all there is to it. I never thought it could happen to me, but it did. And it is entirely your fault."
Hermione laughed. "Well, I suppose that would, once again, make two of us, wouldn't it? You think I get on any better than you do at the thought of being apart? I can't stand it either. But it's something we'll have to get used to on occasion, don't you think? We can't be together every minute of every day…we'd eventually drive each other crazy."
Harry placed his fingers on her chin and guided her toward him. He looked into her eyes. "I'm not asking for every minute of every day, I'm asking for every minute of every night. I'm asking for every morning for the rest of our lives. You've gotten me to a point where I hate to wake up in the morning if I know you're not going to be there. Waking up alone is not something I care to do anymore," he said softly, "even if it is on some tropical island."
Hermione closed the distance between them, totally oblivious to where they were or the fact that there were hordes of people all around them…many of them staring. She broke the kiss and smiled tenderly at him. "I love you, Harry," she said softly. She reached up and caressed his cheek. "It's only two days. I'll be at the resort with you before you know it."
Harry dropped his head to rest his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, memorizing her scent. "I love you, too," he replied quietly.
A few minutes later Hermione's flight was called and she reluctantly pulled away from him. "I'll see you in a couple of days, okay?" Harry nodded his head and she kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. He kissed her neck and then her lips before he finally let her go.
"A couple of days," he said, sighing heavily. "Don't worry about me. I know it's what you do best."
Hermione smiled. "Best?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She pulled him down into a fiery farewell kiss that left a few of the people around them open-mouthed and wide-eyed. When she finally pulled away she smiled again. "Loving you is what I do best. Worrying about you is a close second. I'll see you in a couple of days."
Harry stood rooted to the floor, staring after her as she handed her ticket to the attendant. She turned back to look at him and blew him a kiss. "I love you," she mouthed, then turned and walked down the ramp and onto the plane.
Harry walked to the window and looked out at her plane. Less than ten minutes later, he placed his hand against the glass and watched as her plane ascended into the air.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, collapsing into the nearest chair. "That woman is going to be the death of me." He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, and his head in hands. "It's only two days…it's only two days…" he told himself over and over.
Five minutes later he stood up, grabbed his bags, and trudged along toward his own departure gate. He was quite sure he was the only person in the world not looking forward to a Caribbean vacation.
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