Surprises by Suz1236

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 08/07/2005
Last Updated: 08/07/2005
Status: Completed

Harry and Hermione have been having a secret affair. What happens when the secret is out of the
bag?




1. Surprises
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Surprises

By: Suz1236

Rating: NC-17

Category: Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the HP world

Summary: Harry and Hermione have been having a secret affair. What happens when the secret is
out of the bag?

A/N: This is my first HP fanfic. I’ve not written anything for more than a year, so I’m a little
nervous. I don’t have a beta, and therefore all mistakes are mine. This includes inconstancies
within the HP world, which I’m sure there are many.

A/N: This gets pretty sappy at the end. After rereading it, even I wanted to puke over the
sugary sweetness of it all.

Ron heard the door down the hallway open then softly shut. He sighed to himself and
sarcastically rolled his eyes. He didn’t understand why they continued to hide their relationship.
It had been three months since he caught Harry sneaking out of Hermione’s room one early morning.
But despite the fact that he had caught Harry red-handed, so to speak, Harry and Hermione continued
to act as if their relationship hadn’t changed. In fact if he hadn’t caught Harry, Ron would never
have believed that the two had become lovers. Hermione treated both Harry and Ron as she always
did. They were her best friends and vice-versa.

Chuckling to himself, he could still remember the sheepish look on Harry’s face that morning as
he turned down the hall and found himself face to face with a shocked looking Ron as they met at
the end of the hallway. It had been quite obvious that Harry had spent the night with Hermione. He
had been wearing nothing but his boxers, his hair was in even more a disarray than usual, and he
was sporting a rather large ‘love bite’ on his left pectoral muscle. He watched as Harry tried to
be as quiet as possible as he closed the door to her bedroom, then stealthily turned to sneak down
the hall only to face the one person he was trying to avoid. Both men mumbled a hasty ‘good
morning’ then they quickly escaped the embarrassing situation. Later when all three roommates had
gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, they all acted like nothing had happened. Ron had thought
that it was just a defensive mechanism that they were using to get through the awkward morning, but
since that day, nothing had changed.

He had expected to see occasional caresses; light touches on shoulders or backs, even a hasty
kiss or two. But there was nothing and it was starting to drive him crazy. He knew they were
sleeping together. Why did they continue to act like they were just friends? He had tried to bring
the subject up with Harry a few days after the “hallway incident”, as he liked to call it, but
Harry rebuffed his questions. And now three months later, he was growing crazy with the need to see
some physical confirmation of their relationship or he would begin to think he had dreamed the
whole thing up. He just needed to see them kiss, for God’s sake! One little kiss!

Ron heard the shower turn on in the bathroom he and Harry shared. It was only moments later that
Hermione stepped into the kitchen yawning and tightening the belt of her robe. They said their good
mornings as she grabbed her mug, filling it with water and placing a heating spell on it as she
readied her cup of tea.

Ron smiled as he set his bowl of cereal down on the table and gave Hermione a quick peck on the
cheek. “Happy Birthday.”

Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug. “Thanks, Ron.” She pulled away
from him and picked up her mug. “So what do you and Harry have planned for me tonight?” she asked
him nonchalantly.

Ron laughed. “If Harry hasn’t told you anything, don’t think that you’re going to get it out of
me.”

Hermione smiled as she sipped her tea. “Harry hasn’t even mentioned my birthday. For all I know,
he doesn’t even remember it’s today.”

Ron gave her an evil smirk then decided to be bold for once. “I’m sure Harry gave you an early
birthday present last night and probably will again later tonight, even if he doesn’t moan the word
‘birthday’ during any of it.”

The red flush of Hermione’s cheeks at Ron’s implied sexual innuendo was enough satisfaction for
him to be glad that he had finally been brave enough to bring it out into the open.

Hermione stuttered, unable to respond and was saved from replying when Harry walked into the
room.

“Morning Ron…Hermione,” Harry said glancing at both of them. He noticed the blush on Hermione’s
cheeks and Ron’s cheeky grin. “What did I miss?”

Ron turned his evil glare toward Harry. “I was just telling Hermione that I’m sure you gave her
your own personal birthday present last night while you were both tucked into her bedroom behind
closed doors.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Ron…” his voice held a stern warning and Ron decided he
wanted to live to see his own birthday and decided to back down.

“Fine,” he said holding up his hands in surrender. “I don’t know why you two are still trying to
hide that you’re sleeping together. It’s not like it upsets me. I’m happy for the two of you.”

Harry quickly glanced at Hermione and noticed that she was looking back at him. “Ron, we’re not
going to discuss this,” he said with finality.

Ron knew that he would get no further in this conversation and decided to change the subject. He
sat down to his soggy cereal and began to eat. “So are our plans still on for tonight?”

Hermione shrewdly looked at Harry. “What plans?”

Harry only smiled. “You’ll find out tonight.” He sat down beside Ron and poured cereal into a
bowl. “And yes our plans are still on.”

Hermione buttered a slice of toast and sat down beside Harry. “Come on, you know I hate
surprises. I’ll be wondering all day while I’m trying to work what you two have up your sleeves.
I’ll never be able to concentrate on writing my final arguments for the house elves emancipation
proclamation. The hearing is coming up in less than two weeks!”

Ron shoveled cereal in his mouth and wiped milk from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
“Give it up Hermione. Everyone knows nothing comes between you and elves rights. Besides, even if
you lost the argument, the elves would be perfectly fine. They don’t want to be freed.”

Hermione glared across the table at him. “First of all, will you kindly not talk while you are
eating? Second, we do have napkins in this house. And third, you don’t know what the elves want
because you’ve never bothered to ask them!”

Ron could practically see smoke coming from her ears by the end of her tirade and he was
thankful that she didn’t have her wand in her hand or he suspected that she would have AK’ed him at
that moment.

“Have you asked them?” he challenged.

Hermione quickly stood up and started to advance around the table causing Harry to quickly
intercede before blood was shed.

He stood up from his chair between them and placed his hands on Hermione’s shoulders, preventing
her from moving any closer to Ron. “Hermione, don’t kill him. Remember he is our best friend.”

Hermione sent one last glare toward Ron. “Sometimes I wonder how we became friends considering
how much we don’t have in common.” She looked up into Harry’s eyes and her anger seemed to
evaporate. “I’m going to get ready for work.”

Harry smiled at her, squeezed her shoulders then lightly slid his hands down her arms then
watched her walk toward her room.

Ron stared at the two of them with speechless wonder. Was that a caress he just witnessed? He
had no time to ponder the thought before Harry rounded on him.

“Ron, why do you do that? You know you only rile her up when you talk against elves rights.”

“I know.” He picked up his bowl and put it in the sink. “I just can’t help myself.” He started
to walk to his own room, but Harry called out to him.

“Don’t leave your bowl in the sink or she’ll blow up at you again.” Harry heard mumbled curses
and laughed when he heard the word ‘mental’ spoken several times. He shook he head in amusement at
the long continuing description Ron had for Hermione.

As he sat back down at the table and began to eat his cereal, he thought about Hermione and
their plans for her birthday that evening. Jane Granger was going through a lot of work to make
Hermione’s 21st birthday special. And the fact that he and Ron had been in on her
surprise birthday party from the start made him that much eager for things to go smoothly. He
wanted Hermione to enjoy the occasion with her family and friends. And if everything went well, he
planned on announcing their relationship to everyone at the party. There would be no more sneaking
around. He could kiss her whenever he wanted and he could sleep in her bed without the guilt of
someone catching them together. It was going to be a very special night, a night that he was very
much looking forward to.


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Jane Granger was in full panic mode. All of her nicely thought out plans were quickly falling
apart at the seams. Anyone who knew the Granger’s knew that Hermione got her natural planning
abilities and fastidious fact gathering from her mother. And for Jane’s plans to fall apart was
just not something she could accept.

After calling her husband at work and explaining the situation to him, she immediately wrote a
quick note and attached it to the leg of the family owl they had purchased in case of emergencies
and sent it off telling the bird to hurry.

Within an hour Molly Weasley apparated into the Granger living room. The panicked confusion in
Molly’s eyes did not help to quell the rising anxiousness that Jane felt in the pit of her
stomach.

“What is a septic tank?” Molly asked. “And what does it mean when you say that it’s backed up
and needs to be pumped?” Her lack of knowledge regarding muggle appliances clearly shown by the
look on her face.

“It means that the toilets are overflowing and we have to have someone come out and pump the
sewage out. Until that’s done we can’t use the bathrooms or turn on any water!” Her usually calm
and soothing voice was a shrieking howl that grew louder with each word.

Molly unconsciously took a step back from the angry woman. Even though Molly was bigger, Jane
could be a formidable woman when she was pushed. “Would you like me to call Arthur, dear? I’m sure
it’s not quite as bad as you think. He does know a lot about muggle things. Maybe he can fix it for
you,” she suggested.

“There’s nothing Arthur can do!”

Again Molly took a step back. She had seen Hermione look at Ron with exactly the same look Jane
was giving her and she knew that it meant nothing good for her.

“We’re just going to have to have the party somewhere else.” Jane shrewdly looked to Molly. “How
about at your house?”

Molly’s look of contrite apology told Jane this was not going to be an option. “I’m sorry, but
Ginny’s in the middle of moving in with Luna and there are things all over the house. It would take
just as long to clean as to set up the party.”

Jane’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Where can we move the party then? Everything has been
planned and invitations owled ages ago. We can’t change everything now.”

Molly suddenly smiled. “How about Ron, Harry and Hermione’s house?”

Jane dismissed the suggestion. “How would it ever stay a surprise? Hermione will come from work
right in the middle of our decorating the place.”

“I don’t think so. Ron told me that Harry planned on taking Hermione somewhere after work to
keep her preoccupied until he brought her to the party this evening.

The disheartened look in Jane’s eyes suddenly lightened. “That may work,” She admitted. She
rapidly began to plan out the details of how to move the party to the trio’s house. “Here’s what
we’ll do. You find Ron and have him unlock the house for us then have him send messages to all the
people invited that the party has been relocated. Have him also tell Harry about the changes and
make sure that he keep’s Hermione away from the house until the party starts. While he’s doing all
that, we’ll start the decorations and move the food to their house.” She took a quick glance at her
watch. “We should have it all done just in time.”

Molly mentally took note of all that they were to do in the short period of time they had left
and was about to tell Jane that it couldn’t be done, but the look of determination on Jane’s face
made her hold her tongue. Suddenly she had a very clear idea which of her parents Hermione took
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Unfortunately Harry had plans of his own and was unaware of the chaotic events that were
occurring at the Granger household. Harry appeared in the doorway to Hermione’s office and stood
silently as he watched her work. She was truly a beautiful witch and he was thankful everyday that
he had finally opened his eyes to what was right in front of him. He stepped across the threshold
and closed the door behind him.

Hermione looked up from her scroll and smiled at the man before her. “Hey stranger, what brings
you down to the International Magical Office of Law?”

“Just looking for the woman who happens to have a birthday today.”

Hermione smiled bigger. “And just what do you have in mind to do when you find this birthday
girl?”

Harry slowly moved his way around her desk and sat on the edge. He reached his hand out and
lightly drew his fingers down the curve of her cheek. “I plan on whisking her away for a few hours
of mind numbing sex.”

Hermione’s eyes glowed with affection. “I can’t Harry. You know I have to finish this
project.”

Harry knew he wouldn’t be able to easily get her to leave with him. But he knew he would
eventually convince her and he wasn’t beyond begging. “Hermione, it’s your birthday. I just want to
spend some time alone with you for a few hours. You know you have this elf project basically
completed so one day isn’t going to hurt anything.”

She was tempted, very tempted. “I have responsibilities,” she said more to convince herself than
him.

Harry crouched down on the ground and pulled her chair closer to him, making her open her legs
for him to kneel between. “One day, Hermione,” he said as his lips found her neck and his hands
rubbed against her thighs. He mumbled against her skin, “I just want the rest of the day to be for
us.”

His lips skimmed up her neck to her ear where he pulled her earlobe into his mouth and gently
sucked.

Hermione groaned and her hands automatically drew around his back, pressing him against her.
“Harry,” she murmured as she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. “Oh, Harry,
you can make me putty in your hands so easily. I swear I lose my mind when you put your hands on
me. My mother would be horrified if she knew the things I do with you.” Her fingers raked through
his hair and she pulled his head up and pressed her lips to his. They tilted their heads as mouths
opened and the kiss quickly heated. Tongues clashed and rolled as hands began to explore.

They had been each other’s first lover, but that didn’t stop them from quickly becoming
experienced in the ways of sexual passion. Harry’s appetite was insatiable and Hermione had no
trouble keeping him satisfied. In fact, Harry sometimes wondered if he could keep up with her.
After their first night together, Hermione… being Hermione, had to learn everything there was to
know about sex and the pleasure derived from sex. She had read every book she could lay her hands
on and rapidly learned the different varieties of sexual positions and techniques to please one’s
lover. And Harry definitely benefited from Hermione’s curious nature. There were many nights that
he wondered if the silencing charm they placed around her room was effective enough to hold in
their joined cries.

The only stipulation Hermione required of Harry was to keep their relationship a secret.
Hermione’s parents were rather old fashioned. They had had a tough time dealing with the fact that
their daughter was a witch, and they had had an equally rough time allowing their only daughter to
move in with two men, even if they were her best friends. Hermione knew that if they found out that
Hermione was sharing a bed with one of them, they would be devastated and deeply disappointed with
her. She knew that she and Harry were very serious and that they would eventually tell everyone
about their relationship, but not until marriage was in the picture.

Hiding the relationship from Ron had been an extremely hard challenge. Harry had been sneaking
into Hermione’s room nightly for almost two months before Ron had caught them. After Ron found out,
Hermione decided to still keep things the way they had been. Besides she adamantly believed that
their abstinence from any physical contact while outside her bedroom only increased the pleasure
and emotional bond they shared when behind the locked door.

Harry’s hands slid from around her back up to cup her breasts. He gently squeezed and Hermione
suddenly pulled away from his drugging kiss. She blinked as if trying to wake herself from the
primal lust she felt for him. “We can’t do this here. Anyone could walk in at any moment.”

Harry frowned in disappointment. A few more kisses and he was sure he would have convinced her.
But he was pleasantly surprised when Hermione stood up from her chair and took him by the hand.

“Let me tell my secretary that I’m leaving early and I’ll meet you at the house in ten
minutes.”

Harry’s grin was cocky as he realized he’d accomplished his goal to make her want to spend the
afternoon with him. He pulled her to him again and gently kissed her lips. “Ten minutes…and not a
second more,” he insisted, knowing that Hermione could quickly become engrossed in work again
within the blink of an eye.

“Ten minutes,” she agreed and she heard the soft ‘pop’ as he apparated to the house they
shared.

As promised, ten minutes later, Hermione apparated into her bedroom and found Harry laying on
the bed with his hands behind his head patiently waiting for her. They both grinned as their eyes
met and Hermione instantly crawled on her hands and knees up the bed until she lay prone against
Harry’s body. Resting her elbows on either side of his head, she stared into his eyes. “I want you
to know that my secretary almost had a heart attack when I told her I was leaving early.”

He lay motionless underneath her, enjoying the feel of her legs draped on either side of his
hips and her breasts pressing against his chest. “I’ll find you a new secretary.” He slid his hands
down her torso and gripped her waist, pulling her hips down as he gently pressed her against the
buldge in his trousers. She closed her eyes and began to rock against his hardening length. “So, is
there anything special you want for your birthday?” he asked.

She stared at him as images flashed through her mind of the previous explorations they had
shared together. “I’ll take whatever you have to give.” Leaning down she slid her tongue teasingly
across his lower lip then gently bit it before turning to his neck. “But I want it hard, fast and
rough, Harry,” she breathed into his ear.

He swallowed past his suddenly dry throat. “Rough, huh?” he grunted as she bit the side of his
neck.

“Rough,” she repeated in a sultry whisper. “Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked.”

His breath became rapid pants and he yanked her shirt over her head. He loved it when she talked
dirty to him. It was something no one would ever expect of the prim and proper Hermione Granger.
And he was the only one who knew this side of her. “Alright, I’ll fuck you,” he promised. He
practically shoved her off of him and made her stand beside the bed as he stood up beside her.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded.

She divested herself of her remaining clothes then moved to help him. As he pulled his trousers
and boxers down his legs, she slid to her knees in front of him and encircled his straining cock
with her hand. She was just about to bend her head down to take him into her mouth when Harry
stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“No, get on the bed,” he ordered.

Her heart began to pound in her chest with excitement. The authoritative tone of his voice was
making her wet with desire. Without a word, she lay down on the bed and looked expectantly at him.
Spreading her legs, she watched his eyes darken and his nostrils flared as he stared down at her
obvious invitation.

A low growl of hunger reverberated in Harry’s chest as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between
her legs. He reached down and drew two fingers along the outside of her sex then dipped in to find
her drenching wet and ready for him.

Hermione watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked the wetness from them with
greedy satisfaction. She was prepared for him to settle his head down between her legs to get a
better taste but he startled her as he shoved his arms under her legs and hooked his elbows under
knees pulling her thighs up to her chest. His cock bobbed against her tilted pelvis and he leaned
forward until she was jackknifed beneath him, her thighs trapped between their bodies. His eyes
flashed with heat as he stared down at her. She could feel the head of his cock brushing the lips
of her sex and she strained to press against him, but in this position, he had total control.

“Better grab the headboard, sweetheart. I’m about to fuck you so hard that beautiful brain of
yours won’t even remember your own name.

He grinned slyly at her, giving her a moment to think about what he had said, then slammed into
her in one quick thrust. Hermione gasped at his sudden invasion, but quickly closed her eyes and
thrust her head back in surrender.

His rapid plunges pushed her against the pillows and she heeded his warning and blindly grabbed
the headboard to keep her head from pounding against it from his violent thrusts.

Harry was relentless with his pounding into her. He watched as her tongue slipped between her
parted lips, dampening her bottom lip then she drew her bottom lip between her teeth as she
moaned.

“Oh God, Harry,” she breathed heavily as she strained against his hips wanting desperately to
move against him…with him.

Sweat quickly began to form on his brow as he continued to thrust into her. “Is this how you
wanted it?” he asked.

“Yesss,” she hissed as Harry began to roll his hips upward at the end of each thrust. Her
fingers turned white where they tightly gripped the headboard.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed in rapid gasps as he felt the beginnings of his orgasm
approaching. “Touch yourself,” he ordered her.

She released the headboard and sneaked her hand between their bodies and began to roughly rub
her fingers against her clit. They began to moan as they both felt the tingling sparks of ecstasy
nearing and quickened their movements.

After a few more thrusts, Harry watched as Hermione’s eyes opened in wonderment then slammed
closed as she groaned his name as her orgasm raced through her. He never got tired of seeing that
look of awed wonder on her face as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. It was like she couldn’t
believe the feeling that coursed through her body only to close her eyes, let her brain shut down
and enjoy the ride.

Several shallow thrusts later he exploded inside of her. Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside
her on the bed and draped his arm over his eyes. “God, that was fantastic,” he whispered
hoarsely.

Hermione murmured her agreement as she stretched her legs out and gradually allowed her body to
calm down. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at him as he tried to catch his
breath.

“That was the best birthday present anyone has ever given me,” she confessed as she rubbed her
hand across his glistening chest. “I love you so much.”

Harry raised the arm from his face and stared into Hermione’s eyes. “I love you too.” He drew
her to him and kissed her temple.

They cuddled together, enjoying their closeness, until the heat became too much for them. “I
could really use a drink of water,” Hermione said. She slid out of bed and found Harry’s shirt
among the clothes that had been carelessly thrown to the floor earlier and slipped into it.

Harry grinned at the image she presented to him as she stood wearing his shirt. She looked
gorgeous with her hair a mess and her lips bruised from his kisses. He suddenly wanted to ravish
her again. He sat up on his elbows and gave her a smoldering look as he held his hand out to her.
“Come back to bed, Hermione.”

She felt her stomach flutter at the look he gave her, but held her ground. “I’ll be right back,
Then I’ll let you finish whatever perverted thought is running through your head right now,” she
promised then quickly left the room before he could pounce on her.

Harry stared at the door she had exited and smugly grinned to himself as an idea popped into his
head. He had another present for her that he was saving for later that night, but he suddenly
decided to give it to her a little earlier than planned. He put on his boxers and went to his room
opening his closet and finding the present he had hidden from her. He slipped the small device in
his pocket and went to the kitchen to looking for her.

He found her leaning against the sink as she sipped on a glass of water and stared out the
window. She set the glass down as Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as he
nestled his nose against her neck, taking in the wonderful scent of her. She smelled of sweat and
sex and it only made him harden against her backside.

“You are insatiable today,” she said with a laugh in her voice. “I’m going to be too tired to do
anything tonight if we keep this up.”

Harry slid his hand up her leg and inched around until his fingers traced the apex of her
thighs. He felt the moan rumble in her throat as his lips planted kisses along her neck. He lightly
brushed his fingers through the curls until he found and teased her clit with his index finger. “I
have another surprise for you,” he mumbled in her ear.

“What is it?” she asked as she closed her eyes and arched her rear end into his hips.

Harry took the device from his pocket and slipped his left hand between her legs and opened the
lips of her sex with his fingers. Hermione heard a soft buzzing noise as Harry turned on the
device. But before she could question him, he gently pressed the vibrating instrument against her
clit.

Hermione gasped as the vibrator rubbed against her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter
and she cried out as Harry pressed it harder against her. He began to circle the vibrating head
down low, only to return up causing Hermione to jerk her hips and softly scream as he touched her
sensitive clit.

“Harry!” she cried out as he continued the circle again. He grinned as her cries became louder
and he began to rock his cock in rhythm against her undulating hips. “I love it when you scream my
name.”

Hermione was lost in the sensation of the vibrator against her front and Harry’s cock pressing
against her from behind. Her breath became labored as her uncontrollable cries of pleasure deprived
her of breath. “Oh, Harry, that feels so good,” she panted. The vibrator was quickly sending her to
a screaming orgasm. She had never know such pleasure as what the feeling of both Harry’s cock and
the tiny instrument in his hand was bringing her to.

“Do you want my cock too?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes!”

Harry quickly shoved his boxers down and pressed her shoulder with his free hand until she was
bent over the counter. He bent at the knees and slipped his cock between her parted legs and thrust
into her.

She whimpered in delight and pressed her cheek against the counter seeking the coolness it
radiated to help her overheated body.

Harry continued to hold the tiny vibrator against her as he plunged into her from behind. He
could feel the vibrations move along his cock as he moved in and out of her and knew it wouldn’t be
long before he came.

After a dozen thrusts, Hermione felt her body melt and her head explode. “Oh, God! Harry!” she
screamed as her orgasm ripped through her.

He could feel her clench tightly around him and he loudly groaned her name as he thrust once
more and spent himself inside her.

They lay together bent over the counter as they sucked in large gasps of air. Harry pulled out
of her and turned the vibrator off, placing it on the counter. After several deeply needed breaths,
he walked to the kitchen table on shaky legs and slumped into one of the chairs before his legs
could give way. Still breathing heavily he watched Hermione as she lay unmoving bent over the
counter. “Are you alright?” he asked suddenly becoming concerned by her lack of movement.

Hermione only whimpered in reply.

Harry stood up and quickly walked over to her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he gently asked as he
tenderly brushed her hair away so he could see her face. He was relieved to see that she had her
eyes closed, but she was smiling contentedly.

“I’m fine, Harry,” she told him. “I just had the best orgasm of my life and I don’t have any
bones left in my body. So I’m just going to stay here for the rest of my life. I’m actually quite
comfortable.”

Harry laughed and picked her up in his arms. He carried her over to the table and sat down,
placing her in his lap.

She immediately snuggled against him and yawned. “I need a nap now.”

Harry tenderly brushed his hand through her hair. “Let’s both rest here for a moment, then maybe
we can make it back to bed for some rest.”

“Rest?” she asked suspiciously.

He laughed again. “Rest, I promise.”


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Ron had the key in the door and was about to unlock it when he heard the unmistakable sound of
Hermione crying out Harry’s name. He cringed as he heard Harry’s deeper voice answer her in a deep
groan. His eyes shifted between his mother on one side of him and Jane Granger on the other. Both
women had shocked looks on their faces. He felt his face flame red as they heard Hermione scream
again and he suddenly wished he could vanish through the floor.

He cleared his throat. “Uhm…maybe I should check on them before everyone comes in.”

Molly frowned at her son as if he was the one that had caused this scandalous incident. “I don’t
want to know what’s going on inside this house. You just tell Harry to get Hermione out of there.
They can continue *whatever* their doing later.”

He sheepishly looked away from her intense eyes. “Yeah…sure. I’ll be right back.” He opened the
door and cautiously stepped into the house.

Molly looked at Jane and noticed that she was quite pale. She reached out and gently touched the
woman’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Jane stared at the closed door. “Please tell me that that wasn’t what it sounded like it
was.”

Molly diverted her eyes. “ I…I’m sure it wasn’t.”

Neither woman looked convinced.


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Ron slowly walked into the house. He was scared of what he would find. Even though he knew that
they were sleeping together, he really didn’t want to catch them in the act. He cleared his throat
loudly. “Harry, Hermione…are you two home?”

He heard scrambling in the kitchen and closed his eyes in disgust. They were having sex in the
kitchen? How would he ever be able to eat in there again? He took a chance and peeked his head
around the doorway and saw them guiltily looking back at him. Seeing that Hermione was wearing a
shirt and sitting on Harry’s lap, Ron bravely walked into the room. He spotted Harry’s boxers lying
beside the sink and realized Harry was naked beneath Hermione.

He cleared his throat again. “Uhm…guys, you might want to get out of here.”

Hermione looked quizzically at him. “Okay, Ron. We finally can’t deny that we are having sex,
but you can’t throw us out of the house. We live here too. You’re just going to have to get used to
the idea that Harry and I are together now.”

Ron’s face turned red. “It’s not that, Hermione.” He looked sheepishly at them. “Both my mother
and your mother are waiting outside the door. They’ve come to get the house ready for your surprise
party tonight.”

“What?” both Harry and Hermione asked with slightly panicked voices.

Ron stammered over his words. “Yeah, they’re both outside…my mum sent me in…we all heard you…you
were screaming and…and groaning.”

Hermione stared at Ron with shock while Harry mumbled “Oh shit,” under his breath.

“You heard us?” Hermione asked. “You mean to tell me my mother was listening outside the door as
Harry and I had sex?” Her panicked voice grew louder as worry and shock traveled through her body.
She stood up and started pacing, desperately trying to come up with an explanation that would get
them out of the trouble they were in.

“I thought that the party was to be at the Grangers?” Harry asked.

“There was an unexpected problem and the party had to be moved. I’ve been trying to find you
Harry to tell you of the changes, but you left work early and no one knew where you had gone. I
came here to open the door for them and that’s when we heard you.”

Harry rubbed his eyes then looked toward Hermione. “What do we do now?”

“What can we do? We can’t deny it. They heard us!”

Harry stood up and walked over to Hermione. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at
him. “Hermione, we’re both adults. Who cares if they know? I want to be with you and I want
everyone else to know that we’re a couple.”

Ron looked down at the floor. He had seen Harry naked before, but seeing Harry naked in front of
Hermione was a little too much for him. “Guys, they’re still waiting outside. Why don’t you get
dressed…” at this he looked pointedly at Harry, “and get out of here. We’ll get the place decorated
and maybe by time the party has started everyone will have cooled off.”

Hermione stared ruefully at him. “You’re probably right, Ron.” When Ron opened his mouth to
reply, Hermione quickly cut him off. “Don’t get used to it. That’s the first and last time I’ll
ever say those words.”

Ron smiled and watched as Harry took Hermione’s hand and led her to their rooms to get
dressed.

“Harry!” he yelled out and just as Harry turned to face him, something silky hit him in the
face. “Don’t forget those. I already have enough to deal with. I don’t need the added trouble of
having your boxers lying on the kitchen floor.”


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Several hours later Harry and Hermione were sitting at a muggle park waiting until it was time
to arrive at the party. Hermione had been unnaturally quiet all afternoon and Harry was beginning
to get worried.

“It’s not that bad, Hermione,” he said for the hundredth time. “Your parents have got to realize
that you are an adult now. You are a woman and you have needs.”

Hermione groaned at his words. “That’s the lamest thing you’ve said so far.”

Harry frowned. “Sorry, I’ve run out of things to say to try to make you feel better,” he said
defensively.

Hermione sighed in exasperation and smiled ruefully at him. “I’m just dreading tonight. It’s not
every day that your mother catches you having sex.”

“They didn’t see us, they just heard us.”

“There’s not much of a difference between the two,” she insisted. “They now know and we’ll just
have to pull them aside to talk to them.”

“We?” he choked. “As in you and me?”


Hermione looked at him. “I’m not in this thing by myself, Harry.”

“I know, but talking to your girlfriend’s parents about your sex life with their only daughter…”
his face turned pasty white and sweat suddenly appeared on his brow. He gulped passed the sudden
nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach. “I’d rather face Voldemort again.”

She glanced at her watch. “Come on. It’s time to go.”

Harry suddenly turned deathly white. “Oh my God…”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Quit being so melodramatic. It’s not like my parents are going to
kill us over this.”

He grabbed her hand. “No, it’s not that. I just remembered that I left the vibrator on the
kitchen counter.”

Her eyes widened in shock as the realization of just what she was returning to face her mother
with slammed into her like a bludger. She slumped against the bench and rested her head in her
hands. After a few moments her body began to silently shake.

Harry felt awful. It was his fault that they had gotten caught unexpectedly at the house and it
was his forgetfulness that had left the vibrator in plain sight for all to see. “I’m sorry,
Hermione. In the shock of being caught, I totally forgot about the vibrator. He leaned toward her
and rubbed her back. “Please don’t cry.”

She raised her head and Harry was surprised to see that she wasn’t crying, she was laughing.
“Well, isn’t that just the icing on the cake?” She stood up and reached out for Harry’s hand.
“Let’s go face the firing squad.”

“You’re not angry about the vibrator?” he asked timidly as he took her offered hand and stood
beside her.

“She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “No,” she smiled at him. “What can I say? If we’re
going to be caught, we might as well make sure nobody has any doubt about what we’ve been
doing.”

Harry squeezed her hand as he felt the familiar sensation of apparation. Within the blink of an
eye, they were standing in their living room and a great “surprise” was being yelled out by
everyone in attendance.

Hermione acted as if she had been unaware of the party and acted surprised by all of the
decorations and people surrounding her and Harry. Ginny was the first to greet her in a huge hug
and soon everyone else gathered around to wish her a happy birthday.

Harry settled into the background and searched the house for the Grangers. He spotted them near
the kitchen. As he looked at Jane, she stared back at him. The two stood staring at each other for
a moment until Harry had to turn away. She didn’t seem to be too angry with him. Maybe she had had
time to cool off like they had hoped.

After all the guests had finished their greetings, Jane and her husband Richard came up to
Hermione. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” Richard said as he pulled Hermione into a hug.

She hugged him back then cautiously turned to her mother. She looked anxiously into her face and
was relieved when Jane also pulled her into a hug. “Happy Birthday.”

Hermione smiled. “Thanks Mum, for everything. The party looks wonderful.”

Jane stared into her eyes. “We need to talk later.”

“I know.” Hermione squeezed her in another hug then turned to find Molly and Arthur next to
her.

“Happy Birthday,” they both said a once.

Hermione looked at Molly quickly and noticed the knowing look in her eyes, and she sheepishly
looked down to the ground. “Thank you for the party. I know you spent a lot of time on it and I’m
grateful. It’s wonderful.”

Molly lightly touched her shoulder making Hermione look up into her eyes. “You’re welcome, dear.
You know that you and Harry are like our own children and we only wish to see you both happy.”

Hermione was touched by Mrs. Weasley’s words. “Thank you. And we are very happy.” Molly crushed
her in a hug in response.

After Molly had released her, Hermione searched the room for those familiar emerald eyes that
she loved. She finally spotted Harry next to Ron by the table that was covered with every type of
food imaginable. She walked up to them and smiled at both of them.

Harry leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I was just thanking Ron for covering for us.”

“It was a bloody nightmare. I thought your mother was going to explode when I found that muggle
thing you left in the kitchen. I had no idea what it was, but when I turned it on, your mother’s
face turned purple. What the hell was that thing?”

Both Hermione and Harry turned red with embarrassment. “You don’t want to know, Ron,” Harry
mumbled.

Harry saw Hermione’s mother approaching them and the determined look on her face made him feel
very uneasy. He knew they were both about to have “the talk’ they had been dreading and he suddenly
decided it was time for him to step in and make things right.

He walked into the middle of the living room and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“I want to thank everyone for coming, especially with the unexpected change in location.”

People around him laughed. “I know that today has been a day of surprises for a lot of people,
but I have one surprise left and I think now is the perfect time.” He looked at Hermione and saw
the confusion in her eyes and only smiled. He held out his hand to her and she shyly took it,
allowing him to draw her into the middle of the room beside him. “This one will probably be the
biggest surprise of them all,” he spoke softly and people around him gathered closer to hear.

“I’ve known Hermione for half of my life. It’s the only half that I’ve ever known happiness.” He
looked into her eyes and drew his finger lovingly down her cheek. “If it weren’t for her, I would
probably not be alive today. But I am alive, and I’m ever so thankful to have her in my life. She’s
been my friend, my savior, my confidant, my healer…my lover,” he spoke the last word in a whisper
and several of the guests breathed a surprised gasp at his words. “I honestly believe I couldn’t
live without her. She means that much to me.”

Hermione’s eyes began to well up with tears at his tenderly spoken words. Suddenly it was only
the two of them in the room; they only had eyes for each other. “Everyone who knows Hermione knows
how brilliant she is, how kindhearted, how dedicated to those less fortunate. I know all of this
too, but when I look at Hermione, I also see her fears, her vulnerability, her beauty, her passion.
When I look at her, I see the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Hermione comfortably placed the
palms of her hands against his chest and stared into his eyes. To those standing around them, it
was very clear that they were used to being in one another’s arms and quite content to stay that
way. Harry pulled a small box out of his pocket and held it up to her. Several people around him
gave shocked gasps at what was happening before them. Gently he opened it and stared into her teary
eyes. I love you, Hermione. I want to be your husband. I want to be with you for the rest of my
life. Will you marry me?”

Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks and she looked into Harry’s eyes. “Do you even have to
ask?”

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her head against his chest. “I love you, Harry. Yes,
dear Merlin, yes.” Lifting her head from his chest, she reached up and pulled his head down to
hers, pressing her lips against his.

He pulled away from her and slipped the ring on her finger before pulling her tightly to him
again as he tilted his head to the side and she granted access into her warm mouth. His tongue
joined hers as they kissed passionately. Everyone around them began to cheer as the couple
continued to kiss, unaware of their audience.

They finally broke apart and everyone rushed up to congratulate them. Hermione sought her mother
in the crowd and was happy to she the delighted tears in her eyes.

Jane walked up to them and wrapped them both in a hug. “I’m happy for you both. I know you were
worried about what happened today and how I would react, but Hermione, all I want is your
happiness, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Harry is my happiness, Mum.”

Jane broke down in tears and Hermione couldn’t help but smile at her fiancé. She pulled him over
to the side of the room, trying to hide them away from curious eyes as much as they possibly could
be in the crowd that filled their house. “You know, I’m starting to like surprises,” she whispered
into his ear.

“That was the last one for today,” he said as he pulled her snuggly against him. “But I can’t
promise there won’t be any surprises in the future.”

Hermione smiled at him. “As long as your there by my side, I will gladly take any surprise that
life deals us.”

Harry leaned his head down and lightly brushed his lips against hers. “Happy Birthday,
sweetheart.” He captured her lips in a crushing kiss. Neither Harry nor Hermione were aware of the
smiles of the people who witnessed their kiss…and they certainly didn’t care that their
relationship was finally out in the open for the whole world to know. They only enjoyed being
together as they knew they were meant to be.