Make Like Strangers - It's Only Two Days

Make Like Strangers

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 06/05/2005
Last Updated: 25/05/2005
Status: completed

Hermione is required to attend another healer's conference and this time Harry isn't allowed to accompany her. As a distraction, she buys him a ticket of his own with a promise to meet him there as soon as her conference ends. Can they make it two nights without each other or will fate find a way to intervene?

Chapters

1. It's Only Two Days - Chapter 1

2. It's Only Two Days - Chapter 2

1. It's Only Two Days - Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: Not ours. No chance. Big *sigh*

A/N: This scenario will play out in at least two chapters. We hope you enjoy it.

Happy reading!

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.

To be continued ~~~~~>

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2. It's Only Two Days - Chapter 2

A/N: Okay, I (Terri) have to apologize. It is the intent of the MLS team to post chapters one after another within a couple of day's time. This chapter was not supposed to take as long as it has. I jumped the gun on posting the first chapter, and have suffered the consequences of my actions. Finally, it is here though…and it is long. Hopefully that'll make up a little bit for taking so long to post.

Special thanks goes out to Sara for eagerly accepting the challenge of getting Harry and Hermione through all of the airport scenes…as well as getting Harry to the hotel. Thank you, Miss Sara. You have no idea how much that was/is appreciated.

Additionally, and on a more personal note, I'd like to thank Devin for being my math beta for my final exam. I honestly didn't think I'd missed THAT many! LOL Thanks, Devin.

And finally, my thanks goes out to Cindy…my lovely and patient and wonderful partner in writing. I think it's been slowly killing her that it has taken so long to get this chapter written. BUT…I begged her to let me write this and she patiently waited for me to finish.

Ordinarily I wouldn't say who wrote what, but seeing as how the delay is mine…I want you all to get a heartfelt apology from me. Cindy is in no way responsible for this delay.

And now, on with the chapter — we do both hope that you enjoy it.

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Chapter 2 - It's Only Two Days

The flight was long and uneventful. Harry had tried to close his eyes on numerous occasions to avoid talking to the guy next to him. It worked, for a short time. However, after the in-flight film, the guy felt it necessary to talk about the negative impact the violence in the film would have on society. Harry wanted so badly to whip out his wand and shout "Silencio" at the top of his lungs. It was nearly 40 minutes later, and after countless nods and "mm-hmms," from Harry, that the guy had finally shut up. Harry was grateful well beyond comprehension and he slumped down further in his seat. He was wallowing…and he wanted to do it alone.

The moment the plane landed, Harry grabbed his carry-on and jumped up, ready to de-board. Hermione had bought him a first-class ticket so he didn't have far to go to reach the exit and he took full advantage of his proximity. Seconds after the doors were opened, he was off and running.

He immediately headed for baggage claim to retrieve his bags before he walked out into the balmy afternoon in search of the resort's shuttle. After locating it, he climbed aboard, laid his head back, and closed his eyes as he waited in silence for the other passengers to board. They were all a little too excited for the way he was feeling, and he was relieved when the shuttle finally started moving. At the moment, he was picturing Hermione as he'd seen her just before she boarded her own plane and he released a heavy sigh. He opened his eyes and looked around him at the view. He could already see that the island was spectacular, and the sight of it made him miss her even more. It just wasn't a place he wanted to be, for any length of time, without her.

The couple in front of him— newlyweds it appeared, judging by their lip-lock— were taunting him mercilessly. The scene they were making was quite annoying in his present state of mind. He sat back and looked out the window again. Then, he chuckled to himself when he realized that he and Hermione must have looked much the same way while they were playing `strangers'. He wished she was with him now. His two days without her had only just begun, and he was already going mad.

Harry checked in at the registration desk immediately upon arrival. A bellhop offered to help him with his bags, but he kindly declined the offer and made his way to his room. When he got there, he was greeted with a breathtaking view of the beach from a large bay window that covered nearly one-third of the outer wall. After setting down his bags, he walked over to the window and looked out. It was mid-afternoon and the weather was perfect…the water beautiful. He watched as couples walked hand-in-hand along the shore. He walked away from the window and flopped down on the bed. He was tired, frustrated, and restless. He didn't know if he wanted a nap, a drink, a swim, or a quick little apparate to check up on Hermione. Merlin, he missed her.

After some debate, he decided upon a nice cold shower. He got up and walked to the suitcase to find something to wear. At the top of the pile were some of Hermione's things. A bittersweet smile swept across his face and he sat down heavily on the bed. He picked up the top to his favorite of Hermione's bikinis and let the tiny bit of material fall through his fingers. It was soft and silky and, although he'd only seen her in it the one time she'd modeled it for him, he loved the sight of her in it. He closed his eyes and easily envisioned her lying on the beach, sunning herself in it. “Bloody hell, Harry,” he chided himself, then he groaned, “I need a drink.”

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“What? What do you mean it's canceled? Why wasn't I told it was canceled? Do you realize I could be in the Caribbean right now? Instead of here…with, with this!” Hermione was at the peak of her frustration; any more and she'd surely be screaming. “Bloody hell,” she muttered in exasperation.

“We're very sorry, Miss Granger,” the old witch replied. “We weren't aware that we'd missed contacting anyone. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience. However, we do recommend when you sign up, that you floo in advance to be sure that the conference hasn't been canceled.”

Hermione was seething. “So, are you telling me then, that this happens often? That it happens so often that I have to floo you people to find out whether or not it's a go?” Hermione closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly counted to ten. When she felt that she had her temper at a much more controllable level, she opened her eyes and glared at the woman. “Tell me, am I the only one that didn't get notified?” she asked through clenched teeth.

The old witch looked down and fidgeted with some papers that were lying on the table. After a moment she looked back up, clearly embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Actually, Miss Granger, you are not alone. Apparently we missed contacting yourself and at least six others. It was when we received the first message that someone had come to check in that I was dispatched here in the event there were others.”

“Brilliant,” Hermione muttered. “Flight doesn't leave for two days. I'm stuck here with nothing to do, while he…” she stopped when her thoughts once again drove her to the point of anger. “URGH!”

“Is it possible for you to get an earlier flight home? Or perhaps the…Caribbean, did you say?”

Hermione looked at her, her eyes suddenly gleaming at the prospect of seeing Harry sooner than she'd thought. “Maybe,” she said softly.

She gathered her things and walked away without another word. She left the hotel and hailed a cab to take her back to the airport. When she arrived, she practically ran to the ticket counter. "Hello," said a male clerk from behind the counter. "How may I help you?"

"Hi, I need to change the date of my flight, please," Hermione said hurriedly.

"All right," he replied. “That should be easy enough. I'll need your old ticket, and a photo ID, please."

Hermione pulled out her ticket and her identification and handed them to him.

"Thank you...Miss Granger. Oh, the Caribbean!" he said, reading her ticket information. "Sounds fun."

"I'm more than sure it will be," Hermione said, grinning at the thought of surprising Harry two days early. This was definitely going to be fun.

"Alright, what flight can I put you on?" he asked, breaking Hermione out of her reverie. "And will that be coach or first-class?"

"Whatever's available today," she replied quickly. She waited as the man checked the schedules. He was tall and pale with platinum blonde hair. He could nearly have passed for Draco Malfoy.

"Hmm," he said. "Well, we have a flight that leaves in about three hours, first-class. How does that work for you?"

"Perfect," Hermione said, smiling. "That's great!"

"Alright then, I'll arrange that for you now."

"Thank you! You're the best...Andrew," she said, reading his name tag, still smiling.

"Ah, I try," he replied, laughing lightly. A few minutes later, Hermione was all set to go.

"Thank you, Andrew," she said gratefully, taking her ID and newly acquired ticket from him.

"Anytime. Have a nice flight and enjoy your stay in the Caribbean."

"Oh, I will," she replied, grinning mischievously. "Thanks again."

Hermione walked away from the counter to look at her new flight information. She needed to be at gate 207 by 4:30. She looked down at her watch and saw that she had at least two hours to spare. She decided to get a cup of coffee in the food court. After getting her coffee, she sat down at a little table in the corner so she wouldn't be bothered. Well, at least she thought she wouldn't be bothered. Hermione had enjoyed about ten minutes of peace while she read a Muggle newspaper she picked up, when out of the blue a strange man from across the way began making lewd gestures and looking at her as though she was a lollipop. She turned her back and attempted to ignore him as she continued reading her newspaper.

Within seconds, the man began walking toward her. Hermione rolled her eyes, turned the page of her newspaper, and shook it loudly, all the while, pretending not to notice how close the man had gotten.

"Hello luv," he drawled.

Hermione looked up at him with disdain. "Excuse me?" she asked irritably. "Do I know you?"

"Would you like to?" the man asked, sitting down in a nearby empty chair.

"Not really,” she replied incredulously. “Do you mind? I'm trying to read here." She turned her back to him and resumed her reading, her senses on high alert.

"Oh, come on luv," the man persisted, placing a hand on her arm. She flinched and pulled away, giving him a derisive look. "Don't play hard to get. Let's say you and I go get a drink at the bar."

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Hermione bellowed, turning around and sneering at him. For the first time she caught a whiff of stale alcohol that seemed to permeate the air. “You stink, you know that?” she said, her nose crinkled in disgust.

"Come on, luv, I'm the man of your dreams. You want me, I can see it in your eyes," he said, picking up Hermione's hand and pulling it toward his lips. Hermione yanked it back quickly before his lips could touch her.

"What you see in my eyes is loathing," she said scathingly. “You're sick, and I am far from interested.”

"Oh, come on. You don't even know me yet."

"Bloody hell,” she said loudly in exasperation. “I don't have to know you. I just have to smell you to know I'm not interested. I'm only going to say this one more time…leave me alone,” she warned.

In his inebriated state, the man moved closer and placed his hand on her thigh.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" Hermione shouted, giving him a deadly glare. “You have no idea what I could do to you, do you?” she threatened in a voice just above a whisper.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Andrew appeared and hit the man square in the jaw, knocking him backward off the chair. "Are you alright?" he asked, turning to check on Hermione.

"Yes," she said, her voice trembling with anger. Andrew sat on the newly vacated chair and placed his foot on the drunken man's chest until the security guards came and placed him in handcuffs. Hermione was furious with herself for getting so worked up, and furious with the guy on the floor for making her feel that way. She concentrated hard on him as the security guards escorted him away. Suddenly, his pants split straight down the middle and he fell forward, flat on his face. Hermione chuckled to herself and Andrew tapped her on the shoulder.

"Nice," he said, laughing himself.

"What?" Hermione asked, a look of innocence on her face.

"You're pretty good at wandless magic, Miss Granger," he whispered.

Hermione looked at him in shock. "Y…you're a…"

"I'm a squib."

"Oh...so that's why… "

"Why I work in an airport, yeah. I thought I recognized you earlier. Knew for sure, of course, when I saw your name."

"Yeah. Do you mind not telling anyone where I'm going?"

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

"Thanks, Andrew," Hermione said gratefully. "For everything. I'm not sure what I would've done to that guy if you hadn't shown up when you did."

“No problem, Miss Granger,” he said with a slight bow of his head. “I'd say anytime but, well…” he stopped and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” Hermione replied, laughing. She looked down at her watch. “Better get to my gate, I think. Probably safer there, anyway.” She stood up and took a few steps forward, she paused to look back at Andrew. “Thanks, again. I'll see ya.”

Andrew smiled and gave a little wave. He remained in his chair, watching over her, until she was finally out of sight.

When she arrived at the gate she found a seat in the corner where she could lay her head back against the wall and close her eyes. She was picturing Harry's look of surprise when she showed up early, a devilish grin forming on her face. She slowly raised her head and looked around. Spotting the phones, she dug through her purse to locate Harry's credit card and the number to his hotel.

“…how may I help you?”

Hermione had been distracted as the hotel clerk answered the phone and his voice took her by surprise. “Oh, um, Harry Potter's room, please,” she said quickly.

“One moment, ma'am,” the clerk replied, “I'll connect you.”

“Thank you,” she said anxiously.

As she waited, she began to chew her thumbnail anxiously. After a moment she yanked her thumb from her mouth and took a couple of deep, cleansing breaths.

“Hello?”

“Hi Harry, it's me,” she said excitedly. “How are you?”

“Hermione, what're you doing? I didn't expect you to call until later,” Harry exclaimed, excited to hear her voice.

Hermione looked around at the hustle and bustle of the airport and smiled. “Well, nothing's really started yet, so I thought I'd give you a call. I was hoping you'd be in your room. What's your room number, anyway? It'd be easier just to dial the extension next time.” Her heart starting beating faster and she hoped that the tremble she heard in her own voice couldn't be heard on his end of the line.

“I'm in 306, there's a beautiful view of the beach from here. I can't wait until you get here. Two days, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping considerably.

“Two days,” she confirmed. “It's not long. I'll be there before you know it.” Her smile grew wider and she thought she might burst with excitement and ruin everything. She needed to cut their conversation short before she said something she'd regret. “I really just wanted to let you know that I got here safely, and I wanted to make sure that you got there okay. I'll give you a call back tomorrow, okay? We have a welcome dinner that I have to get ready for right now. I love you, Harry.”

Harry sighed. “I love you, too, Hermione. I'll talk to you tomorrow, then.”

“Tomorrow, Harry,” she said softly. “Sweet dreams.”

Harry chuckled sardonically. “Yeah, right. Sweet dreams. Have fun.”

Hermione hung up the phone and rested her head against the side of the telephone booth. A great part of her felt guilty for her deceit, but she knew it would be worth it in the end.

She stood there for a moment, thinking about her plan. She picked up the phone and dialed again. She began to rummage around in her purse as the phone rang on the other end. She dropped the phone and scrambled to pick it up. “…may I help you?” The voice asked.

“Yes, hi,” Hermione breathed heavily in reply. “I'd like to make a reservation, please.”

“For what dates?”

“Tonight,” she replied anxiously. “Anything you have available. My flight gets in at 1:00 am.”

“It appears as though all we have is a honeymoon suite. Will you be traveling alone?”

“At first,” she replied, chuckling softly to herself.

“A honeymoon suite might be a bit much for just one person, but it is the only thing we have available. Would you care to reserve it?”

“Yes, it's perfect, thank you,” Hermione replied. Over the next few minutes she gave the reservations clerk her credit card number and all the pertinent information he would need to make the reservation for her. “I'll need the hotel shuttle to be at the airport when my flight arrives.”

“Yes, ma'am. 1:00 am, you said, correct?”

“Yes, that's right, 1:00 am,” she confirmed. She wrote down the directions for where the shuttle would meet her once she left baggage claim and she made her way back to the terminal to anxiously await the flight that would take her to Harry.

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Harry spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering up and down the beach and wading in the water. The weather was beautiful and the water felt warm, but he couldn't find the enjoyment in it that should've been there. He was ready to close his eyes and call it a night. Everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of Hermione. Since when am I this pathetic? he wondered more times than he dared to count.

He sauntered over to the hotel bar and ordered a drink. He took it to one of the outside tables and sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.

“You alone?”

Harry blinked his eyes rapidly. The sun was high in the sky now and it was difficult for him to see the woman standing in front of him with the sun behind her. “Yes,” he replied unthinkingly.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Yes,” he said, sitting up straight in his chair.

“You do mind?” she asked, chuckling softly.

“Hermione?” he asked, shaking his head and then moving it from side to side to try and get a better look at her.

“Excuse me?” the woman asked. “Who's Her…Hermione, did you say?”

Harry stood up and walked around her so his back was to the sun. The woman bore a slight resemblance to his Hermione, but she was in no way the woman he loved. He sighed heavily. “I'm done here,” he said abruptly. “You can sit there if you want,” he said, pointing to one of the chairs.

The woman looked offended and Harry muttered something to the effect of, “nerve of some people” as he stalked away.

He went straight to his room and closed all the blinds, blocking out any trace of light, and flopped down onto his bed. It was still relatively early, around 8:00 pm, but Harry wanted nothing more than to lose himself in dreams of his woman.

Within minutes Harry was drifting off to sleep as Hermione sat on a plane, carefully outlining her plan.

Miraculously, her plane landed fifteen minutes early and she jumped out of her seat the moment the plane came to a full and complete stop. She had her carryon in her hand and she was ready to go the moment they opened the doors. She exited quickly and followed the path until she saw the signs for baggage claim. Her pace quickened as she went to retrieve her bags. She hoped that the shuttle was where it was supposed to be and that she was the only passenger so they could leave immediately.

When she arrived at the shuttle, she was told that they'd have to wait on two more people who were on another flight scheduled to arrive just minutes after hers. Hermione waited anxiously, tapping her foot and drumming her fingers on her knees. About fifteen minutes later, they were on their way and Hermione's anxiety grew by leaps and bounds.

She arrived at the hotel and checked in quickly. She was exhausted and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. She went to her room, unpacked her bags, and took a quick shower. The water felt wonderful as it pounded against her travel-weary body. She felt slightly refreshed as she made her way out. She was on her way to the bed when she remembered that Harry had her bikini, sarong, and sandals. “Room 306, eh?” she chuckled nervously.

She got dressed quickly, made her way out of the room, and followed the signs until she was standing outside Harry's door. She'd brought her wand with her because she'd needed it for the conference. She smiled now and thanked the fates. “Alohomora,” she whispered softly. The lock clicked quietly and she pushed the door open slowly. It was nearly 2:30 am and she could hear his soft snores coming from the bed. “Lumos,” she whispered. The tip of her wand lit up just enough for her to see what lie directly in front of her and she looked around the room until she found the suitcases. She opened one, only to discover that it was empty. She smiled in the direction of Harry's sleeping form and walked to the dresser. She carefully opened the top drawer and found both her bikini and sarong lying on top. She took them out and placed them on the corner of the dresser and then went in search of her sandals. Once she located them, she placed them beside the dresser and then walked toward Harry.

She extinguished her wand and stood for a moment, as her eyes adjusted to the overwhelming darkness. A tiny patch of moonlight snaked its way through the blinds, giving her just enough light to see the outline of the bed. She walked carefully toward it and lowered herself until she was level with Harry's sleeping form. “Goodnight, my love,” she whispered softly. She leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his cheek and ran her fingers gently through his hair.

Harry sighed. “…`mione,” he mumbled sleepily. “…love you.” She listened to him turn over and she waited until he resumed snoring before she quietly stood. She walked to the dresser and picked up her belongings, and headed out the door and to her own room.

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Harry awoke several hours later with the feeling that Hermione had really been there with him. He sat up and looked around the room. To his dismay, it appeared as though nothing had changed.

He dropped back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, dreading yet another day without her. A full day, at that!

He sighed and rolled over, willing himself to fall asleep again…anything to make the time go faster.

Harry awoke again around ten, when his stomach would no longer allow him to sleep without filling it first. He groaned and made his way toward the bathroom and the shower. Within thirty minutes he was in the hotel restaurant awaiting his breakfast.

As he was finishing his food, he looked up and saw a woman that, once again, looked remarkably like Hermione. Her hair was pulled back away from her face and she was wearing dark sunglasses. He stared at her for a moment to see if she would smile or look his way. Although he couldn't tell for sure, he was almost positive that she was watching him just as intently as he was watching her.

He looked her over, checking her hands and her neck for jewelry. Finding none, he concluded that it couldn't be Hermione because she very seldom took off the locket he'd given her a few months prior. He gave the waitress his room number as he watched the woman saunter away. He'd never seen Hermione walk like that either…and truth be told, he'd probably take her right there if she ever did. His face turned red as his conscious mind realized that it was by far the sexiest walk he'd ever seen…and that he had no excuse for watching her the way he did.

Harry got up from the table and checked with the waitress to be sure that everything was all right with his bill. She assured him that it would be added to his room tab and he thanked her as he walked out the door and into the bright sunlight. He put on his sunglasses as he contemplated how he would spend his day. Hermione had said something about him having to think about his future and what he wanted to do with it. Knowing her, she'd ask him about it and he wanted to be able to tell her the truth— that he'd given it some thought…even if it was only five minutes worth and he hadn't come to any solid conclusions. He snatched up one of the chairs that were lined up along the wall for guests to take with them when they went sit on the beach. He set it near the water and flopped down into it.

He leaned back for a while to people watch. Anyone who didn't know any better would've thought he was asleep. But truth be told, he was hoping to see the mysterious woman from the restaurant again. There was something about her that fascinated him and he couldn't put his finger on it. A wave of guilt washed quickly over him as he thought about Hermione sitting at her healer's conference while he kept an eye out for some mystery woman. She'd love that! he thought sarcastically.

She's good with a wand, you know. You'd be wise not to forget that.

“Gee, thanks,” Harry muttered softly, hoping the people nearby hadn't heard him talking to himself.

Harry's attention was abruptly drawn from his irrational thoughts when he saw a figure rising up out of the water in front of him. Her head was thrown back and he watched in fascination as the drops fell from her long hair and fingertips back into the water. She walked toward the beach and stopped at the edge of the water to pick up her sarong, tying it around her waist. Harry was unable to take his eyes from her as she sauntered toward him. The way her hips swayed back and forth in that slow, languorous rhythm had Harry's body doing things that, on a more conscious level, he knew were wrong, wrong, wrong. But he was unable to stop or control himself. He wondered for a moment if she was a witch and if she'd somehow managed to cast a spell over the other blokes on the beach. He pulled his eyes away from her to look hastily around. He saw that a fair few of the men were checking her out, but it didn't appear to be an outrageous number so he began to doubt that it was a spell…and guilt took hold of him once more.

She smiled coyly and raised her sunglasses to wink at him as she sauntered past his chair. Surprised by the action, Harry nearly toppled over. Her resemblance to Hermione was uncanny and he sat for a moment, wondering if this was a new game they were about to play.

No wonder why I can't keep my eyes off her, he thought. A feeling of relief flooding through him.

Ooh, making excuses now, are we? His inner voice interceded. What do you plan to tell the real Hermione when she shows up tomorrow? You know that can't really be her, right?

Harry stopped himself short and thought about that. Hermione was at a conference. He watched her get on the plane and he knew the plane's destination. There was no way she could be this close to him.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered.

He climbed out of the chair and headed directly toward the bar for a drink. When the bartender handed it to him he once again took it outside, found an empty table, and slumped into one of the chairs. Downing the drink quickly, he slammed the glass on the table and fell against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, letting the burning sensation of the alcohol course through him.

“This is for you.”

Harry opened his eyes at the sound of the man's voice. “Excuse me?” he said questioningly, looking into the face of one of the waiters.

“This drink. It's for you.”

“But I didn't order…”

“It's been sent by that lady,” the waiter said pointing to a table behind, but not far from, Harry.

Harry eyed the drink and scowled. He turned his scowl in the direction the waiter was pointing. “Tell her I don't…” he started to say, pausing when he saw the woman sitting there.

“She's hot, huh?” the waiter said. “Lucky bastard,” he muttered, shaking his head and turning to walk away.

Harry watched the retreating form of the waiter for a moment and then turned his attention back to the woman. It was the same woman he'd been fascinated by both in the restaurant that morning and then again on the beach. She raised her glass in salute and downed her drink. Harry moved to pick up his glass but when he turned back around, she was gone.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “Who the bloody hell is that?”

He slammed the drink back down on the table and stood up, his Seeker's eyes taking in all that surrounded him. He couldn't find her anywhere and he slumped back in his chair in irritation. He closed his eyes and turned his conscious thoughts toward Hermione. Visions of his woman had the perfect calming effect on him and he smiled as he pictured her...

“You alone?”

“Bloody hell,” he said in frustration. “Can't you take a…” He stopped talking when he heard her laughing softly.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

Harry sat, staring open-mouthed at the woman standing before him. Unable to speak, he merely nodded as he began eyeing her closely.

“I'm sorry,” she said softly. “I don't understand. Do you mean yes, I can sit down, or yes, you mind if I join you?”

“Sit,” Harry replied gruffly, pointing to a chair.

The woman sat and raised her sunglasses to rest them on top of her head. Harry's mouth still hung open and the woman laughed again. She raised a finger to his chin and lifted an eyebrow as she licked her lips. “You uh, you might want to close that,” she teased, “I'm not sure the flies can resist a temptation like that one.”

Harry abruptly closed his mouth and licked his lips as he watched her.

“Are you alone?” she asked silkily. She pulled her chair closer to his and kicked off her sandals so she could rub her foot up and down the length of this calf.

Harry cleared his throat. “Uh….” He tilted his head and looked at her again. The feel of her foot on his leg was beginning to burn his insides and he could feel himself start to sweat and his cock begin to harden.

She reached up and placed her finger just below his ear and traced the outline of his jaw. Her face was mere inches from his and her eyes wandered from his to stare at his lips. “Is that a yes,” she said, tracing her finger over his lips, as she licked her own, “or a no?” she asked, pinching his chin and dropping her hand, her face still merely inches away.

Harry licked his lips again as he watched her mouth move. “Where…” he paused to clear his throat, and he raised his eyes to hers as she laughed again.

“Oh, a shy one, huh? Well, I think we can remedy that,” she said seductively. She looked from his eyes to his lips again and closed the distance between them. Her lips met his in what began as a chaste kiss. Quickly it escalated, heating them both from the inside out.

They were totally oblivious to the stares from the people around them as the kiss deepened.

After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away. “You're quite the kisser,” she said breathily, raising her eyebrows in appreciation. “I don't think I've ever been kissed like that before.”

“Where do you come from?” Harry finally managed to ask.

She smiled and laughed a little louder, “So, great kisser, shy, and inexperienced. I could have a lot of fun with you tonight. How `bout it? Up for a few lessons? Join me and I'll tell you all about where I come from,” she teased in a soft, sultry voice. “Pun intended,” she added with a wicked grin.

She got up from her seat and kissed him one more time, letting her lips linger on his. “Coming?” she whispered against his lips. She backed away and stared at him as though tempted to throw him on the table and take him right there. He wasn't sure he'd object to that.

He shivered at the prospect of what was to come and he nodded his head. She didn't back away as he stood up from his chair and the whole of his body melded against hers. The effect was immediate. He stared at her as though she was a particularly sinful piece of chocolate and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “What's your name?” he asked, pressing himself harder against her. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as he ground his erection against her stomach.

“I'll be anyone you want me to be,” she replied hoarsely, her eyes now boring into his.

“Mine,” he said huskily. “I want you to be mine.”

“Yours,” she confirmed, her eyes closing once more as he began to nuzzle her neck.

The people around them began to shift uncomfortably in their seats as they watched the scene play out before them. The newlyweds found themselves uncontrollably turned on and many began to explore each other under the tables. Some of the older couples reacted as the younger ones did, while others looked scandalized. No matter how they chose to react, none could resist the urge to stare.

CRASH!

The waiter who'd brought Harry his drink had been particularly interested in the couple and seemed to have forgotten he held a stack of plates in his hands until they all came crashing down around him.

Harry jumped and for the first time since she'd appeared before him, became conscious of his surroundings. The people around them began talk loudly and fidget uncomfortably as they finally came to the realization that they'd been staring. Harry looked around and saw red, heated faces staring at him from every direction.

“Sorry,” he muttered apologetically, his own face turning red in the process.

The woman smiled at him coyly and kissed him on the cheek before she turned to walk away…not the slightest trace of embarrassment on her face.

Harry grabbed the drink she'd sent him and downed it in one large gulp before he followed after her. Once he was out of sight of the restaurant he began to run in the direction he'd seen her take. He looked all around and couldn't find her anywhere. He began to run faster. Just as he was about to give up, he caught a glimpse of her on the bridge that led to the waterfalls. She was looking down at him with a smile on her face. He laughed and once again took pursuit.

As he neared the bridge he could hear her laughter echoing all around him. The sound of it urged him forward. It was a sound he knew he'd never grow tired of hearing.

“YOURS!” she shouted out to him. He looked all around, trying to pinpoint where she stood. He looked out across the bridge and just to the right of the path he saw her poke her head around the corner.

“MINE!” he shouted back, and then took off in a full-out run toward her.

He crossed the bridge and took the path to the right, his eyes on constant lookout. As he followed the path the sound of falling water grew louder, as his way grew darker. The trees along the path shielded much of the light from the late afternoon sun, drastically slowing his pace. He walked as quickly as he could toward the sound of rushing water, and the dim light at the end of the path.

The light grew brighter as he emerged from the shadows of the trees. He blinked rapidly and raised his hand to block the sudden brightness. As his eyes adjusted he stopped short, the sight before him stealing his next breath. She was standing on a large rock, the water splashing up and around her. She removed her sarong and let it fall unceremoniously into the water below. The area where she stood was approximately 20 feet above the swimming hole beneath. As Harry walked closer he saw a sign that read, “Dive at your own risk.” When he was within about 10 feet of her, she waved at him and jumped. He could hear her scream of excitement over the sound of the water as she fell.

Harry moved to stand on the rock where she'd been only moments ago and he looked down as best he could into the water below. He'd never really cared much for swimming and jumping 20 feet down into a swimming hole didn't sound like anything he was keen to try. Nevertheless, he wanted the woman, and it appeared as though the only way he'd get her would be to jump. He raised his hands in the air and silently prayed that she'd moved out of the way. He felt his stomach lurch as he fell. Thankfully, a 20 foot drop didn't last long and he splashed into the water in a matter of seconds. He took a moment to regain his composure and then kicked around in circles, searching for her.

It took a few moments before his eyes found the figure behind the waterfalls. Through the rippling water it appeared as though she was doing a dance, her body moving in fluid waves with the rhythm of the water. He watched her as she bent forward at the waist and then flipped her hair back, sending beads of water flying all around her. Harry waded in his spot, transfixed by the sight of her as her hair fell against her back in seemingly slow motion.

She extended her arms out to the sides and then reached around behind her back. Harry's breath hitched when she held her bikini top in one hand and let it fall. Her hips swayed back and forth, her image undulating behind the falls, as she slowly lowered the bottom half of her swimsuit. He could see her legs rise, one after the other, as she stepped out of it. The rippling effect of the falls and the sound of crashing water romanticized the image before him, making it that much more exotic. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back and he swam toward her and through the falls as quickly as he could.

Beyond the falls was a cave and she was standing at the base of it, watching him. “I've been waiting for you,” she said, walking toward him with a seductive sway of her hips. “I thought you'd never come in.” He wasn't quite sure how he'd heard her so well over the pounding of the water, but her words were crystal clear…as was her meaning.

Harry stood in awe of her. She was beyond beautiful. “You…you are amazing,” he said, staring at her in wonder. “I was…I couldn't take my eyes off you,” he stammered, pointing out beyond the falls to indicate where he'd been. He walked toward her, stripping off his shirt and tossing it toward the cave.

“I want you,” she said, walking forward to meet him halfway. “I've never wanted anything so badly in my life.”

Harry pushed his shorts down and kicked them off as best he could toward the cave, where they landed near his shirt. “I want you,” he said headily. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her abruptly against his throbbing erection. He bent his knees and thrust toward her, the end of his cock rubbing against her clit.

“Ah,” she cried out. “No games, no foreplay, just sex,” she moaned, her voice ragged and heavy with desire. “I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel you now.”

“No more talking,” he murmured against her ear. He felt her nod her head and he suckled her earlobe in between his teeth. He nibbled and licked his way down the line of her jaw until his mouth found hers. Their kiss filled with white-hot need.

The cool water that splashed against their skin seemed to sizzle as it hit, sending multitudes of sensations coursing through their bodies. Harry grabbed her and stepped into slightly deeper water where he lifted her with ease. She wrapped her feet around his arse and positioned herself over him. They looked into each other's eyes and together they thrust, her downward, him upward, until he was sheathed completely within her. Their cries of hunger and unbridled passion remained locked within their water cocoon. They were deafened to the sounds of the world as the falling water crashed around them...it set its own special rhythm which Harry fell into quickly as he thrust into her over and over again.

“I could die here, inside you, just like this,” Harry moaned against her ear.

“If you do, promise to take me with you.”

“Always,” he promised, “I'll take you with me everywhere. I love you too much to ever leave you behind.”

She tightened the hold she had on his neck and rained kisses on the top of his head. She loosened her grip to kiss every inch of his face that her lips could touch. “I love you,” she murmured into his ear. “I love you so much it hurts. It scares me, Harry.”

Harry placed his hands on her hips and she loosened the hold she had on him with her legs. He moved her up and down along his shaft with ease. She leaned back and allowed him to have his way with her. Anything he wanted in that moment, he could have. She was his for the taking.

Harry slammed into her, burying himself as deeply inside her as he possibly could. “Oh!” she cried. “Oh…oh…oh…. Harder Harry, faster please,” she begged.

Harry raised her up, bringing her forward until their lips crashed together in another fiery kiss. He backed up into shallower water. Holding onto her with one hand, he held the other out behind him as he backed up. When he felt the rock of the cave he stopped. He reluctantly pulled his lips from hers. “Be careful,” he warned. “Watch your legs.” Harry laid his arse against the rock and she bent her knees until her feet rested flat against it. The rock was angled slightly upward and it felt awkward to have her straddling him at such an odd angle. “Can you do this?” he asked softly.

She planted her feet and raised her arse, slammed back down against him, and then nodded her head. She did it again and Harry tried to suck in air through gritted teeth. “You feel so good. This feels so good. Can you do it faster?”

She raised her arse and slammed against him over and over as the pressure within them built. Her breathing was erratic and between the thrusting and the overwhelming pressure, her legs weakened quickly. “I…I can't…” she rasped.

Harry forced himself to a standing position and turned them around. As gently as he could he laid her against the rock. He closed his eyes and concentrated hard. It suddenly felt as though a cushion had been placed beneath her. “Always the gentleman,” she said, smiling gratefully at him.

“Hold that thought,” he replied, slamming into her over and over again.

“AHH!” she screamed, her orgasm pulsing throughout her body, causing her to shake uncontrollably beneath him. She clenched hard around him and he cried out her name as his release followed immediately behind hers.

“Ladies, first,” he said, breathing heavily against her. She felt him smile against her neck.

She began to laugh beneath him. “Always the gentleman,” she repeated breathily.

He carefully positioned himself so he was resting on his elbows, his now nearly-soft cock still surrounded by the warmth of her.

“So tell me,” he said grinning widely. “Where did you come from? And this time, no puns.”

Hermione laughed and snaked her arms around his neck. “Were you surprised?”

“That's…well,” he raised his eyebrows and rocked his head back and forth as though seriously contemplating her question. “Yeah…that's a…that's pretty much an understatement, is what it is.”

Hermione laughed. “Well, I went to the conference, but it turned out it was canceled so…” She paused and squirmed beneath him. “You're getting a little heavy now. Budge over,” she said, laughing at his forlorn expression as he rolled off her. “Oh, honey, you'll be all right,” she said in a soft little baby voice, as though speaking to a three-year-old.

Harry laughed and propped his head on his hand. “All right, enough with the baby talk. Tell me what happened.”

Hermione stood and reached for the pieces of her swimsuit. “Come on…”

Harry looked closely at the suit and smacked himself in the head. He looked up and stared at her curiously. “Nice suit, by the way. Where'd you get it?”

Hermione turned and smiled at him, her eyebrows raised mischievously. “Found it,” she said vaguely.

“So you were in my room. I thought that was a dream.”

She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I was there. And you, my love, were a very, very good boy. When I kissed you, you managed to mumble the right name. I'm very proud of you.”

Harry rose to stand next to her. He placed his hands on her hips and drew her close. “So, what's my reward?”

“You'll see,” she replied, reaching for his clothes and handing them to him.

Harry put them on and then followed her out through the waterfalls and into the swimming hole. She swam easily over to the other side and walked out. Harry hung back so he could watch her rise up and out of the water. If he thought the sight was spectacular from the front…it was even more so from behind. “You have got to cover that up,” he said, grabbing her arse from behind. “You're gonna have all the blokes around here going crazy.”

Hermione stopped walking and Harry walked into her. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and placed her hand on his cock. “If you promise to rub that against me, you can wrap your arms around me and I won't need to cover up.”

“You got it,” Harry replied, chuckling softly as he put his arms around her and pulled her against him. “Let's go back to my room,” he murmured.

Hermione stopped walking and Harry nearly toppled over her. She turned around to face him and grinned widely. “Oh, that's right,” she said, snaking her arms around his neck once again. “I haven't told you the best part yet, have I?”

“The best part?” he said incredulously. “You mean there's something better than having your conference cancelled and you joining me early?”

“I got my own room,” she said excitedly. “You should see it. It's spectacular.”

“What?” he exclaimed, pushing her out away from him. “What'd you do that for? We don't need two rooms. I thought you planned to share when you got here.”

Hermione stuck out her bottom lip and pretended to pout. “But honey,” she said, whimpering. “It's the honeymoon suite.”

Harry looked at her, dumbstruck and he swallowed hard. “The…the honeymoon suite?” he stammered.

Hermione laughed at his expression. “It doesn't mean we're getting married, silly,” she said in mock exasperation, “it was the only room they had.”

Harry pulled her close. “I'd marry you anytime, you know,” he whispered into her ear.

She shivered and felt herself melt against him. “I um…I had this plan, you know, a new game. But I had, um, I had to get a room of my own to, um…Harry, what are you doing?” she said, her breaths becoming shallow.

“Didn't want anyone to know we were together, huh?” he questioned calmly.

Hermione's breathing was becoming more and more erratic and she had no idea what he was doing to her. His hands were in plain sight, rubbing up and down her arms. “Yeah,” she mumbled, nearly incoherently, “not…not together.”

“I see,” he said, his face a mask of calm innocence. “So now we're in the honeymoon suite, huh?”

Hermione fell against him and bit down on his shoulder to stifle her scream of ecstasy. Her body shook uncontrollably. Harry pulled her close and began to sway back and forth making it appear as though they were dancing. Hermione's breaths were coming in short, desperate gasps. Her orgasm came fast and hard, and she shivered as she felt it running down her leg. She buried her face deeper and Harry continued to sway them both back and forth until he felt her breathing begin to return to normal. “You all right, love?” he asked gently.

Hermione took a few more gulps of air and looked at him incredulously. “What else have you been practicing?”

“A little at a time, love,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Come on, let's go,” she said, grabbing him by the hand and walking quickly toward the hotel. “You have got to see our room.”

She again stopped walking, only this time Harry was ready for her. He immediately scooped her up into his arms and smiled down at her. “What is it this time, love?” he asked, smiling down at her patiently.

Her eyes lit up and she threw her arms around his neck. “Just wait until you see the things the bed can do,” she said excitedly.

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