Something for Harry

Disclaimer: All persons in this story belong to JK Rowling and the respective publishing companies. No money is being made off of this story, and the author is not interested in anything else but the reader’s enjoyment.

Harry asks Hermione to do something for him that she’s never done before...<evil laugh>

NC-17 - Pure smut; takes place a few years after Hogwarts where they are married and living in their own flat in London.

Chapter 1. To get a promise…

“Hermi-o-honey.....”

Harry said in that cute voice that always sent shivers down her spine, his face draped over her shoulder into her tresses as she was preparing breakfast in a simple singlet and cotton pyjama bottoms that hugged her figure and reminded Harry constantly that she was all woman.

“Yes Harry-pumpkin?”

Closing her eyes and leaning her head backwards onto his shoulder she turned to kiss his face.

Merlin, he can't be interested in doing it again already can he?

Not that she would mind, being with Harry always made her heart flutter, but they had been up almost all night last night and they had to get to work soon.

“Do you love me?” Harry continued in the same sickenly cute voice as he met her lips.

Hermione had by this time put what she was doing and started to enjoy the caresses that Harry was giving her by wrapping his right arm around her lower body and slipping the other below her singlet. He started pressing into her belly rubbing his right hand across her flat stomach. She wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him ever closer as they kissed like that, his hips grinding into her backside which in turned gently crushed her against the kitchen sink.

The last time Harry had asked her this question was when he wanted to buy that ridiculously expensive Firebolt Elite 2010 and wanted to soften her up so that she would agree to him.

Merlin, did he ever soften me up…I couldn't walk properly for three days after he convinced me on that issue, but it was worth it.

Her face reddens as she thought back to Ginny and Lavender at the Ministry asking about it. They knew of course, but she refused to say anything about it.

“You know I do Harry…”

Her resistance give way as he moved down to kiss her neck and she was breathing in his scent as she nuzzled his hair and ear. She knew he was going to ask for something again and was waiting to see what it was. It wasn't that she didn't want Harry to have those things, but it’s just that he brought new toys home so often they ended cluttering up the garage, living room, bedroom - it had better be good this time.

She gasped and arched her back as he deliberately moved his hand right lower on her belly while keeping his left arm wrapped tightly under her diaphragm. The hand moved just to the top of the pubic region, and started rubbing there. Her knees starting becoming weak as the motion of his hand was getting to her and she had to grind herself back into him and wrap her arms over her head around his neck in an effort to stay standing. The itch in her lower regions started becoming stronger, she needed him to touch her there, to ease the itch, to make it go away - she could hardly stand it.

Why wasn't he moving his hand down further...he knows I want it, he knows I need it.

He just kept rubbing her there, just below her belly, but above her soft downy curls.

Why...what is he up to?

She tried to rise up slightly to get him to move his hand lower, to try and satisfy that itch but he just moved with her, and continued to caress that region, making her itch even more. By now her panties were soaked, she could feel the heat from inside them, and the moist feeling of excitement that comes with it. She wanted his touch lower, and brushed up her lips against his temple and ear to encourage him.

“Harry...lower...please...”

She could feel his smile broaden as he continued to kiss her neck and her collar bone that was now exposed as one of the flimsy straps of her singlet fell off her shoulder.

Merlin, he's not going to make it easy for me.

“Harry...lower...lower...please...”

She whispered again into his ear while pushing her hips back into his in an effort to encourage a more desired reaction from him but he just shifted backwards away from her to maintain the level of contact he wanted.

How can he show so much restraint? He must be completely hard by now.

“I need it...you can have anything you want...just go lower...” Hermione pleaded with him.

She drew in air quickly as she felt his hand suddenly move lower into her PJs and under the waistband of her soaked panties to just over her Venus mons before retreating again to rub the region above it.

“Anything?” He finally spoke again, barely a whisper, but she heard it, she was tuned for it.

“Annnnyything....” She whined into his ear.

“Just go lower...please...” She begged again.

Slowly she could feel his hand slowly make its way down again...pushing beneath her PJs and into her panties once again this time a more deliberate motion moving through her luscious curls directly towards her very core.

“Ugggh....”

She cried out as she could feel his finger tips touch the one spot that would make her itch go away....

Yes Harry...that's it...touch it...let me finish...you can have anything...anything you want...

She promised silently to herself.

“Argrh…”

She cried out in frustration as he moved his hand back up again before she could finish, leaving her wanting. He started rubbing again, just that spot, over and over. While it was deliciously good to her, it wasn't what she wanted, wasn’t what she needed right now. It just made the itch grow stronger and made her desire for the final release even more.

“Are you sure I can have anything?” He asked her again, this time his left hand moving up under the singlet to brush over her right nipple, ever so gently teasing it the same way he was teasing her down there. Not enough for release, but just enough to make the itch grow. By this time her nipples had grown rock hard, and while her breasts were not overly large they were still a handful under his touch.

“Harry...if you don't finish what you started I'm going to hex you six ways till Friday...” She whispered threateningly into his ear hoping that it would inspire a more positive response from him. Not that she would do it, but she needed this release, she needed his touch, she needed to finish so badly.

“Just promise me you'll do anything...” Harry whispered in her ear, still defiant as he made no move to grant her wishes, teasing her incessantly by rubbing over her nipple while making the gentle circles on her lower belly.

So this is what he wanted...he wants me to do something...but what? Doesn't he already know my body is his, to do with what he wants? I'll do anything he wants, he just has to ask.

“Anything...I'll do anything...” she whispered excitedly into his ear hoping that that would satisfy him so that he could give her the release she needed. She was going die if this kept up any longer.

“Even if it hurts a little at first?”

Harry just as quickly but cautiously replied under his breath while continuing to kiss his way around her neck and collar bone, making her roll her head against his shoulder in response. She gasped out in slight shock at his response but didn't try to move away as she took a moment to think about what his request meant.

Hurt a little? What does he mean? Could it be? He wanted that?

They had never spoken about doing that. She had always thought that they eventually would try it one day if he wanted. She had always read about it in the muggle books that men liked doing that. But he had never asked, and she had read that sometimes it hurt so she never brought it up either.

But if Harry wanted it, she could do it for him...yes she could do it for him - her Harry.

“Anything Harry...you have all of me....I belong to you, I will do anything you want...even if it hurts a little,” she whispered fiercely grinding herself against him again to punctuate her response, accepting that if that’s what it took to satisfy her man and make him happy, she was happy to do it for him. Yes, she would do it for him, anytime he wanted, accept him everywhere he wanted, making his claim on her body complete.

As if that was the response he was looking for his own response was immediate as it was satisfying...he quickly moved his hand lower again under her PJ bottoms and started to rub directly on her core, at the same time he moved his other hand over her nipples, this time rubbing them more insistently intent on driving her towards their mutual goal.

“Harry...yes...yes...that's what I want...”

She gasped out through her own heavy breaths. Her knees weak, she was supported by her Harry she rose and rose to that climax she had been waiting for. The itch was slowly being replaced by a heat that was rising from her core. With more rubbing and caresses it spreads out to cover her entire body until it was aflame with passion and ready to overwhelm her with its power.

“Arrruuuugghh...” she cried out into his neck and holding on with a death grip to keep from falling as she found the release she was searching for all this time. Stars, comets and bright lights danced as she squeezed her eyes shut against the wave of her orgasm as it burst through her. It would have knocked her off her feet if Harry had not been supporting her as he had been. It was longer and more powerful than anything she had ever felt before, and she had felt many before, her Harry had seen to that, but this was something else.

“Harry...Harry...I love you...thank you...thank you....”

She quickly breathed again as the lights left her eyes and she could open them. His hand was trapped between her legs, his fingers crushed against her drenched core as she had squeezed them during her frenzied release. Her legs still pulsated as she tried to move them apart so that Harry could take his hand back, hoping that she didn't hurt him too badly.

Instead of removing his hand however Harry continued to gently caress her core bringing her down slowly from her recent release. His every touch was sending shivers down her spine again, and increasing the sensations.

No Harry, no more, no more, I don’t think I could stand it anymore…

When he felt that she had come down enough, sensing it by hearing her ragged breathing returning to a semi-normal state he moved his hand again to above her curls rubbing as he did before, this time bringing her juices along with his fingers. Slowly she could feel the hot juices of her core cooling as it was spread by his fingers over her lower belly and his fingers over her nipples gently moving away so that his arm now supported her small but full breasts.

“Remember...you promised...anything...” he whispered in her ear again.

She quickly rotated her body in his grasp, the motion removing his hands from where they were as she turned to him and mashed her lips against his in a frenzied motion to capture his very essence. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as he sucked on it in response. His hands were behind her now caressing her lower back as he pulled her into him crushing her with his embrace.

“Anything Harry...anything...” she replied once they broke apart again and she was looking into his eyes, her arms around his neck and his arms around her body resting in the small of her back.

As a response and possibly as an indication of things to come he moved his hands lower to slowly cup around her bottom, rubbing over the PJs a few times before moving them up again to slip beneath the PJs and into the back of her panties to touch her bottom cheeks directly, his fingers dancing close to crease between them.

She squirmed in his arms at the thought of what she thought he wanted and at the touch that tickled her sensitive skin there. She looked into his emerald eyes to try and read his thoughts, his wants, his needs, but they just contained that dancing mischievous look she was so used to when he was teasing her about something.

He kissed her full on the lips again before drawing away by arching his back and removing his hands from her panties where they had been for the past few moments.

“Remember...anything...” he said cheekily giving her a small grin and a wink his hands now settled at the small of her back.

“Grrr…yes Harry...anything...anything you want! I'm yours. I completely belong to you… I'll do anything you want!” She replied in a mock angry tone as she gripped him tighter around his waist.

Yes Harry, I can do anything if I’m with you.

“Much as I would like to take you up on that offer...I think we have to get to work now honey.” Harry said looking over his shoulder at the clock on the kitchen table grinning ever so widely as he did so.

She looked over his shoulder to see that they had less than 10 minutes before they had to be at their respective work places him at the Auror academy where he trained and her at the ministry working with Luna and Ginny in the Muggle Mis-Information Department.

At that moment both their stomachs growled to remind them that they didn't even have breakfast yet, but there was no time for that.

Hermione muttered a charm with a wave of her wand that had been left on the kitchen bench and they were quickly changed into their fresh work clothes.

Aahh...that's better, turning up to work in PJs and drenched panties is not the best way to impress the boss - even if I want to show the whole world how much I love Harry and what he does to me!

Hermione giggled to herself as she quickly cleaned up the breakfast that they hadn't even got round to starting yet in an effort to keep her mind on where she what she needed to do today.

Damn! Even in work clothes Harry looks delicious…*sigh*

She thought wistfully to herself as she turned from the kitchen sink to take in his masculine form again.

Who would have thought all those years of Quidditch would really pay off like this…?

“Ready honey?”

Harry broke her from her trance as he asked her after she was finished.

“Ready. See you for lunch?”

She confirmed quickly with a nod of her head smiling inwardly that Harry had not noticed her quick trip into her daydreams about him again.

“Sure. Love you.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips waved his hand and she felt the whoosh of magic as he aparrated them both to their respective work places.

Disclaimer: All persons in this story belong to JK Rowling and the respective publishing companies. No money is being made off of this story, and the author is not interested in anything else but the reader’s enjoyment.

A/N: I am positively overwhelmed from the response that I received from the readers here at Portkey and those that were kind enough to review. I never thought something I wrote in the heat of the moment to get over the book-that-can-not-be-named would be so well received.

Special thanks to my beta bobo7891 for the quick work so that I could get this out to you today.

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Excerpts from the last chapter:

“I need it...you can have anything you want...just go lower...”

“Anything?”

“Annnnyything....”

“Even if it hurts a little at first?”

“Anything Harry...you have all of me....I belong to you, I will do anything you want...even if it hurts a little,”

“Remember...you promised...anything...”

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Chapter 2. Asking for it…

Harry made his way out to the main foyer of the Auror training facility before casting the charm to apparate himself to the Ministry of Magic to take Hermione to lunch. Quickly bypassing the guards who easily recognised him by the distinctive scar on top of his forehead he moved up to her floor in the building. Sometimes fame had its advantages.

“Hi honey…”

Hermione looked up at her husband with a beaming smile as he casually strolled through the door, no doubt having deftly made his way through the gaggle of adoring young witches in the outer offices.

“Ready for lunch?”

“Sure, lets go.”

She said as she quickly forgot the latest report on her desk.

It can wait. This was her Harry, much more important.

They linked up arms as they turned to leave the office with Harry giving a wink to Ginny and Lavender as they passed their desks. The reaction her friends gave them was much friendlier than the stares that Hermione got as they passed the witches in the outer offices, some with looks of jealousy, and others with looks of disappointment that Harry had been taken and wouldn’t even give a second glance their way.

The apparated down to Diagon alley after they left the Ministry to the “Little Widget”, their favourite cafe in the back of the alley where Harry had proposed to her a couple of months after Hogwarts.

They ate slowly as they gazed into each other’s eyes, each not really caring what they ate, so long as it was with each other. Idle chitchat followed about work, what they were going to do later in the week, and the latest gossip in the wizard world.

“Hermione…” Harry said suddenly after a slight pause.

“Yes honey?” Hermione’s brow dipped as she looked questioningly into her husband’s eyes, looking for concern or something wrong.

“You remember how you promised to do anything for me…um…this morning?” Harry continued in a more slightly hushed tone.

Hermione felt the heat rising from her face as she blushed at least 10 shades of red. She glanced quickly around room to see who could have heard Harry’s question while thinking back to what she had promised him that very morning

Why was he asking now? Is he really that eager about it? Couldn’t he wait till they got home? Of course she would do it for him, but did he have to ask now when anyone could be listening in?

“Sure Harry…” Hermione responded just as cautiously as he had asked the question.

“Umm…”

Now it was Harry’s turn to blush as he shied away afraid to upset his wife with his request.

“Don’t worry, you can ask me for anything, I’ll do anything…I belong to you.” Hermione said reassuringly as she noticed Harry’s own blush and his hesitancy to ask after being so bold. She reached across the table with her right hand to take hold of his rubbing her index finger across the back of his thumb.

I want you to be happy Harry, can’t you see that? I’ll try, if it’s what you want.

“Will…will…you…” Harry began again to try and give his unusual request.

“Yes…?”

Hermione trying to reassure her Harry that she wouldn’t find anything he asked to be distasteful. Where was her brave and assertive Harry from this morning whom made her go through all that delicious torture just to make her promise?

“Willyougetatattooforme?” Harry blurted out quickly, blushed just as deep as Hermione had before and glanced around afraid that someone had inadvertently heard as he had said it just a bit louder than he had wanted. Nobody had even noticed the couple as they sat in the corner each minding their own business, as they were all busy trying to get their own lunches in the midday rush.

A tattoo? Was that what he wanted?

Her features showed surprised as Hermione registered what he had finally said.

A tattoo! And all this time I thought he wanted to…

Hermione let out a quick giggle as she laughed at herself inwardly for thinking all those naughty thoughts.

Trust you to think about those sorts of things Hermione…then again…this is Harry; he always makes you think of _those_ things…

“Oh no honey, it’s okay, I’m not laughing at you…” Hermione had to quickly reassure Harry as she saw his hurt features forming on his face. She gripped his hand tighter to show it was all right and he didn’t need to be ashamed about what he asked.

“Is that you wanted? A tattoo for me?”

”Umm…yeah…just a small one…”

Harry was relieved she didn’t think he was a deviant or something for asking, his features quickly calming down at her smiling face.

“A little one huh?” Hermione raised her eyebrow while cocking her head slightly. She was trying to milk this one for as much as possible to pay Harry back for the morning.

“Um…yeah…”

Harry was floundering under her gaze as he was rethinking whether it had been a good idea to ask her at all now.

“So what kind of tattoo…and where do you want me to have it?”

Hermione continued her line of questioning enjoying it immensely as Harry started squirming in his seat and swallowing audibly.

It wasn’t everyday one could say you had the most powerful wizard in the world on his toes - better enjoy it while it lasts honey.

Hermione thought to herself smiling inwardly while presenting a stern face to Harry.

“A snitch…umm….I saw…saw an advertisement…in the Daily Wizard Tribune…” Harry continued hesitantly after another audible swallow. Those tawny eyes of hers boring deep into his making him feel even more uncomfortable as he tried to gauge whether she was mad or not.

“A snitch huh? And where am I supposed to put this snitch?” Hermione continued toying with Harry.

This is good; I love it when I have him squirming. I wonder where he wants me to get the tattoo? Could it be?

“On your belly, lower belly…you know…just above…your…”

Harry gulped as he tried to utter the words that would tell Hermione where exactly he wanted it to be. But this was a crowded lunch room and he was feeling a bit nervous about saying it in such a place. He could feel the heat rising to his face and a sudden rush of blood to his loins as he pictured exactly where he had wanted the tattoo to go. He paused nervously and looked into Hermione’s eyes with pale green, pleading puppy dog eyes, the same ones that had gotten him out of trouble with Hermione in the past.

Oh no, you aren’t getting off so easily this time Harry. You have to earn this one.

“Above where Harry…?” Hermione said with an innocent face but unyielding face. She wanted him to say it, wanted him to yield to her, wanted him to give up his inhibitions for her.

He rose up slightly in his seat to lean across the table putting his face besides hers. He could smell the smell of soft strawberries and cinnamon scent drifting gently from her body and making him feel intoxicated as he tried to whisper into her ear.

“Your…umm…your….”

He just couldn’t say it, he just didn’t feel right saying it in such a public place. He started to feel upset about her asking him to say it and now wanted to call the whole thing off. Hermione could feel his anxiousness and decided to help him along a bit before he lost his nerve. She wanted it now just as much as he did, and wanted to show him that.

“You know Harry’s, it’s not just mine…it’s ours…yours and mine Harry. Ours. You want me to place it just over there, that place, the place that belongs to you and me. Am I right?”

She whispered to him looking him squarely in the eyes, those pools of green that had attracted her all those years ago. Daring him to say otherwise.

“Yes…there. I want you to have it there.” Harry quickly replied buoyed by her sudden affirmation of their love. He pressed his lips against hers to kiss her, not caring if anyone else was around.

Yes Harry, kiss me, show the world who I belong to. Who you belong to.

His kiss nearly took her breath away but it was worth it, it was her way of sealing the bargain. Letting him know that she was his completely forever more. Agreeing to what he wanted, apparently what he so desperately needed.

Finally when they broke apart breathing heavily he rose quickly taking her by the hand to the checkout to pay for the lunch and out the door before she had even had time to utter another word.

She was lead around one of the side alleys of Diagon alley into a basement shop slightly hidden from the normal wizard traffic that went on by in the alley.

A tattoo parlour. He already knew where to take me, he must have been thinking about it for a long time.

She reasoned as she studied the intricate designs covering the walls of the shop Harry had just led her into. Many hideous monsters and twirling shapes also adored the counters around the small dimly lit room showing off the skill of the artist as one with a careful eye and skilled hand.

Harry left her to stand by the entrance while he had a quick word with the old artist sitting in the back corner who at the time had been bend slightly over pouring over a book full of designs. The artist looked over at Hermione and nodded in her direction bidding her to come closer. She did so with slight apprehension, but with her Harry here she knew she was as safe as could be.

“Sit down…sit down…”

The old wizard beckoned her over to a chair that had her lying back almost like her parent’s dentist chairs.

Most likely the best position to give her the tattoo Harry wants for me.

She sat back and Harry leaned over to kiss her reassuring her that it would be all ok.

“This is the one is it not?”

The artist had reached over to grab an open book with the design they had been looking for. He carefully laid it on her stomach to show them the design. It was the most intricate thing she had ever seen. It almost looked real enough to touch.

“My most special creation. Worth every galleon that one is.”

The artist spoke excitedly yet in a low tone eager for them to accept his creation.

“We’ll take it.” Hermione surprised both herself and Harry by quickly accepting.

If this is what Harry wants, I’ll take it. It’s beautiful. No wonder Harry wants it so much.

“Ok, where would you like to put it?”

The artist queried while reaching around to prepare the wand he needed to impart the design onto her body.

“Here. Put it right here.”

Hermione had grabbed Harry’s hand and placed it with her own over the place he had paid so much loving attention to this morning. She looked into his eyes and could only see the love and gratitude he had for her.

Yes, this would all be worth it to make his love for her stronger, their bond and commitment to each other more firm than ever before.

“Ah, young lovers. I know… I know…”

The artist lightly chucked.

Harry continued to look into Hermione’s eyes as he tugged her blouse out of the jeans she wore to reveal her stomach. She helped him by unzipping her jeans and tugging them slightly downwards while lifting her hips so that it exposed her stomach all the way to the top of her white panties which themselves were a low enough cut to just cover her pale brown curls. She smiled at him reassuringly to tell him that it was okay, she wanted to do this for him and no one else.

They both looked on in wide eyed amazement as the artist lifted his wand to her lower stomach and pressed slightly while muttering incantations under his breath. The wand glowed brightly as he moved it over her lower stomach covering the area in which the tattoo was supposed to cover.

It was all over quickly as Harry and Hermione released their collective breaths as they watched the artist pull back from Hermione’s stomach and seeing the golden snitch design he had left permanently behind. It looked just as delicate if not more so on her stomach as it did in his book, the wings spread out as if in flight, the centre just under the elastic band of her panties and most likely on the borderline of her soft downy curls.

“Its lovely honey”

Hermione was the first to speak after they both had some time to study the intricate design on her lower stomach.

“Do you really like it?” Harry questioned her, a slight dip of his eyebrows showing the concern on his face that she might be upset at him asking her to get it but was hiding it for his sake.

“I love it honey, and I love you…more than anything.”

She leaned her head over to kiss his him as he wrapped his arm across her middle starting to stroke the tattoo making her shiver with delight again.

“Ahem…”

The old wizard artist coughed slightly to remind them that he was still there.

“Oh sorry…”

Harry said sheepishly as they broke apart. Hermione quickly pulled up her jeans buttoning them again while Harry tugged her blouse back down. He helped her off the chair as they stood waiting arm in arm for the old wizard. He told them the price and Harry quickly fished out the handful of Galleons he had been carrying in a small pouch by his side complimenting the old wizard on his work as he did so.

“Thankyou young master, you are so kind…I know you will enjoy it,” the old wizard graciously accepted the payment and the praise.

Did I just see a twinkle in the old man’s eye?

Hermione thought to herself as she turned with Harry to leave the shop. They made the way to the front of the store and out back into the Diagon alley before they both looked at their watches.

“Just in time…” Hermione said, a little disappointed that they couldn’t spend a little more time with each other before having to return to work.

“Don’t worry honey, we’ll have plenty of time tonight,” Harry reassured her as he moved to kiss her tightly on the lips.

Oh, how does he do that? Make me tingle with just his kisses alone.

“I’ll see you tonight?” She asked him again as he nodded quickly to reassure her. Kissing her again on her forehead he hugged her tight as he waved his hands and apparated them both back to work.

What a story do I have to tell Ginny and Lavender! They’ll never believe it!

Hermione blushed as she walked briskly to her office from the front of the building where Harry had apparated her.

To be continued…

A/N: *ducks flying fruit* Alright, Alright I’m sorry… to be honest I really felt bad once I read your reviews and saw that you were expecting big things from this. I had half a mind to completely scrap this chapter and write something that would match your expectations but in the end bobo7891 convinced me that it would be good enough so long as I made it up to you in the next chapter. And yes, this was written as a response to the “Snitch Challenge” from http://www.livejournal.com/users/logansrogue/351477.html. I promise there will be plenty of fluff/smut in the next and final chapter for those of you that are kind enough to continue reading – there are signs of a sequel if you really like this kind of stuff.

Disclaimer: All persons in this story belong to JK Rowling and the respective publishing companies. No money is being made off of this story, and the author is not interested in anything else but the reader’s enjoyment.

A/N: Well it seems that I managed to catch you all by the surprise revelation in the last chapter. Some of the review comments were downright hilarious and prompted me to write an epilogue which will be along shortly. Yes, for those interested there is a sequel in the works and will probably be out in a couple of weeks.

I would like to apologise to those of you that managed to get rotten teeth due to all the sugary fluff that was present in the last chapter, I’m sure Hermione’s parents will be more than willing to give discounts to Portkey readers. All the sugar was needed because now we’re going to turn up the heat and make Harmony Caramel Portkey style!

Special thanks once again to my beta bobo7891 for her efforts to make sure my writing is up to scratch.

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Excerpts from the last chapter:

“You remember how you promised to do anything for me…um…this morning?”

“Sure Harry…”

“Willyougetatattooforme?”

“Is that you wanted? A tattoo for me?”

”Umm…yeah…just a small one…”

“So what kind of tattoo…and where do you want me to have it?”

“On your belly, lower belly…you know…just above…your…”

“You know Harry’s, it’s not just mine…it’s ours…yours and mine Harry. Ours. You want me to place it just over there, that place, the place that belongs to you and me. Am I right?”

“Yes…there. I want you to have it there.”

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Chapter 3. To catch a snitch

“Honey! I’m home!” Harry apparated back into their lounge room after a full day’s training.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Harry walked into the kitchen to find his wife standing in an almost exactly the same position as she had been in this morning - though this time a little bit more conservatively dressed he thought with a smile.

Hoping to for a repeat performance of this morning’s passion he walked up behind to kiss her at the nape of her neck and started to wrap his arms around her lower stomach.

“Oh no…” Hermione quickly dropped what she was doing to quickly slap his hands and grab Harry’s wrists to pull them from her body. She turned in his embrace trapping his hands behind her against the sink.

“The last time you did that I had to go through all that torture…” Hermione accused waving her finger in his face like a teacher a bad student.

Harry gave her that crooked smile.

Arrrghh…Must be strong, must be strong…

“Don’t think that that smile is going to get you out of trouble this time…” Hermione tried to put up a resistance to his charms.

Harry changed to the pouting lips with puppy dog eyes look.

Oh no…resistance crumbling…

“No! Not that look!” she tried to appear sterner with a McGonagall impersonation although internally her heart was melting again.

His eyes twinkling Harry used the sink as leverage to pull her into his embrace catching her unawares. This caused her to put her arms around his shoulders to prevent her from falling into him. It gave him the opportunity he needed to duck his head down and give a series of kisses starting from her neck and up below the chin stopping at her lips. Hermione could only stand there holding onto him as the pleasurable sensations returned to her.

“Huh! Okay, you’re forgiven for this morning…” she said after had recovered from a long shiver that went from the base of her spine all the way up to leave her light headed.

Harry took this as his cue to continue and started to deepen the kisses leaving a trail across her cheeks, nose and eyes.

Oh sod dinner! Harry take me now! Hermione thought she used her arms to pull him closer and wrapped her right leg around his trapping him into the embrace. She pushed her lips against his with a passion and started to explore his mouth with her tongue. The bulge in his pants pushing against her told her that he was more than ready to continue.

His hand snuck up her up her raised thigh to push back her skirt leaving her soft cotton panties exposed to his touch. He could feel the heat from her centre as he rubbed back and forth across her thigh drawing ever closer to the juncture between her legs. He felt almost was too aroused to think about anything else but he had something to check on first. Harry pulled back breathlessly from her embrace though his hand not leaving her thigh.

“Huh?” Hermione looked at him quizzically wondering why he had stopped when they were going so well. Her chest was heaving as his was as she tried to regain her breath.

She was answered almost immediately when he whispered sweet endearments in her ear and began to kiss his way down her chest leaving a number of kisses across her chest and kneeling to kiss her stomach over her blouse.

Hermione leaned against the sink and laid her hands on his shoulders as he continued to kiss over her blouse and tug at it to get it out of her skirt.

Go Harry go! A girl could get used to this…I’m practically drenched.

She was broken of her dream world as all of a sudden the kisses stopped and Hermione looked down to see a surprised Harry staring at her stomach. The sensations that were building steadily suddenly changed to that of a feeling of anxiety.

“Harry…what’s wrong?”

He stared up at her and then looked down again, repeated a couple of times before replying. ‘Umm…its…it’s gone!”

“What?!” Hermione replied frantically pulling her blouse up so that she could see where Harry was looking.

It isn’t there?! How?! Merlin…it isn’t there!

The couple looked at her bare stomach in silence for several moments as they tried to comprehend what was going on.

Suddenly Harry gave a cry and pulled her blouse up a little higher turning her so that he could see around her side and back.

“It’s there! I saw it!”

“What?!” Hermione replied for a second time still confused as to what happened.

“The snitch! It moved…I saw it go around to your back!” Harry cried out with excitement as he lifted her blouse higher and turned her so that she was facing the sink to have a better look at the snitch.

A tattoo that moves? How?

Hermione felt a bit silly pressed up against the sink with the back of her blouse raised so that Harry could look at a tattoo that was supposedly moving across her body. She felt him press a finger against her back and a warm pleasurable sensation shot out from that spot to instantly warm up her body and made the moisture start in her panties again.

“Ughh…”

Just as the feeling started to ebb away and she felt Harry start to turn her around again to look at her stomach. A finger press later and the sensation hit her again although this time it was slightly stronger in intensity. “Ughh…”

Whoah…what’s happening? A few more of those and I won’t be able to stand.

“Harry? What’s going on?”

“I…I think... the tattoo is enchanted…” Harry said looking at her stomach. She could feel him suddenly trying to turn her again so she stooped down to hold onto his hands and look into his excited face.

“What do you mean Harry?”

“Do…do you feel nice when I touch the tattoo?”

Feel nice? If I felt any better I’d collapse!

She blushed at the thought. “Yes…its...its quite nice. What are you saying?”

“The tattoo, it seems when I touch it, it gives you sensations?”

“Uhuh…”

“Can I try again?”

Can you try again? Was Merlin a wizard?

Hermione responded wordlessly by standing and quickly undoing the top three buttons of her blouse and pulling it over head leaving her in a cream push up bra.

Harry took in a quick breath as he saw his wife’s breasts encased in the flimsy material. No matter how many times he’d seen them during their lovemaking or in the bath he could never get enough.

Wordlessly he stood up and looked about her body, taking time to admire her soft skin and to find the snitch. He found it again on her back resting between her shoulder blades. Instead of touching it this time he bent to kiss it with his lips.

“Ugghh…” Hermione’s response was undeniable this time and even Harry could tell how she had responded to his touch. She closed her eyes to savour the sensations flowing through her body.

It must be the snitch, I don’t think I can stand for much longer if this keeps up.

She felt Harry move around her body again as she opened her eyes to come came face to face with him just before he ducked down again and placed a kiss on the top of her breasts.

Oh that’s it…it must be…I can’t stay here, I’m likely to collapse. Hermione started to buckle as the next jolt ran from her breasts to all over her body, settling at her core.

She opened her eyes again and pulled Harry’s face up to kiss him solidly before tearing away and running for the bedroom.

“Huh…wah?!” Harry called out after her a little dazed after that sudden kiss.

“Catch the snitch Harry…catch the snitch!” her voice came out from the bedroom.

The grin that grew on Harry’s face when he comprehended what his wife was saying could only be described as positively lecherous. He gave a quick look around to make sure everything was okay in the kitchen before taking off for the bed room pulling clothes off as he ran.

He followed the trail of his wife’s clothes as he ran to the bedroom to find his wife on the edge of the bed with her thumbs hooked into the waist band of her panties ready to pull them down her legs. The fire that was in her eyes as she looked up at him when he entered could not be mistaken for anything else but ultimate desire for him.

“Wait!” he called out to her and she froze with her hands poised to take her panties down. The look on her face changed slightly to confusion before he went on.

“That’s my job…”

Renewed fire returned to her eyes as she comprehended his meaning and she left her now soaked panties in place gave Harry a wicked grin, leant back onto the bed and crawled her way upwards on her elbows. The sight she made lying on their bed in just her panties, leaning on her elbows and one leg slightly crooked in invitation was almost enough to send Harry over the edge. His desire was clearly evident in the tent he was pitching in the now too tight shorts he still had on.

Harry practically leapt into the bed to smother her in his embrace locking his lips onto hers and cupping her face in his hands in an effort to draw her impossibly closer to him. For Hermione all her senses had gone into overload with the latest bombardment of sensations.

This is the way life is supposed to be...to be surrounded by Harry, all that I can feel is Harry, all that I can see is Harry, all that I can smell is Harry and all I can taste is Harry…

Hermione could feel him pulling back to break their embrace as he made his way down her body again, ever leaving a trial of kisses down her breasts, over her nipples and down her stomach again. Even without the snitch each of those kisses served to leave a trail of fire down her body.

She bent her head back in rapture as he reached her panties and was now planting countless kisses on top of them. It was if her senses were now tuned to his very touch.

All that I can feel is Harry…

Wanting to prolong her pleasure Harry started kissing the top waist band of her panties tracing it with his lips across her lower abdomen where the snitch tattoo was first placed. When he reached one side of her hips he trailed downwards following the curve of the bikini line to the apex between her legs, stopping momentarily there to inhale deeply and drink in the musky sent that could only be described as Hermione. He edged up slightly to pull down his own shorts as it was beginning to put a strain on his impossibly hard erection.

Completing the trail of kisses on the other side of her panties Hermione didn’t have to look to tell that he had grabbed the waistband of her panties by nipping them with his teeth. She raised her lips slightly to help him to pull them off but all of a sudden the wispy material disappeared. A quick glance down with her eyes saw the twinkle in his served to tell Hermione Harry had just performed wand less magic again.

I always knew there were advantages to wand less magic…I just never thought that was it!

Her thought was cut off as he dived forward again to capture her mouth with his and she could feel his hardness almost pressed against her own heated core.

That’s it Harry…take me…take me now…you caught me, so now take me!

She was surprised when instead of moving to enter her he broke the kiss and shifted again down her body again to bury his face between her legs.

Her body arched of its own accord and she closed her eyes as she felt his tongue flutter over that single point that made the muscles in her body strain and relax with release all at the same time.

I can’t take much more of this!

“The snitch Harry…you’re supposed to be catching the snitch…” Hermione’s chest was heaving heavily, rising and falling nearly an inch as she made out the words.

As if answering her Harry lifted his face from her centre and looked at her sweat drenched body. He didn’t think there could be anything more beautiful than her at this moment. Their eyes met in a longing gaze before Harry noticed the snitch moved from where it was hiding to settle on her left inner thigh.

With seeker’s reflexes he dived back in between her legs to press his lips to it and could feel Hermione tense up with the sensations that that action caused. Just as quickly however the snitch started moving again as if enticing him to chase it and moved upwards towards her breasts.

Harry caught it again with his kisses just under her right breast and as it moved away again he lingered to lick in the crease her breast made with the rest of her chest before sliding his tongue up the breast and lifting his mouth again to plant kisses on both her nipples.

Ughh….Harry…I’m never going to question you again…you can have anything you want if it means feeling like this…

Hermione was sure Harry would be in pain as her legs crushed him between her thighs in a response to the sensations he was giving her but she couldn’t help it. She promised herself that would make it up to him later.

She felt his leaving her chest and her right arm being lifted and kisses making their way down her bicep and towards her hand. Sure enough the jolt of warmth that flowed through her body when Harry kissed the inside of her wrist told her that he had briefly caught the snitch again. What she didn’t expect however was for him to start sucking on her fingers, each one individually drawing excess blood into them before releasing and going for another. The feelings she felt as the blood left her fingers were indescribable and at the same time highly erotic.

Harry shifted again and she felt his weight move off her body and with a slight nudging urged her to turn over onto her stomach. She allowed him to help her roll her over without opening her eyes, trusting in Harry to make her feel good and knowing Harry would deliver. She could feel his body pressed against her again as he started planting kisses down her thigh again this time moving towards her feet. Several kisses later on her right calf and she was sure she couldn’t get anymore ready for Harry to take her. She wanted to turn over and urge him to do so but the sensations that she had felt left her drained so she could do nothing but leave Harry in control of the situation.

He shifted position again and started planting kisses on her bum. She blushed from head to toe as she remembered the thoughts she had this morning and the sensations the snitch was giving only added to the heat searing though her body.

She almost screamed out with shock and had to grip the blankets until her knuckles were white as Harry placed a trail of kisses starting from the bottom of her tail bone up to the small of her back.

Merlin! He kissed me there! He kissed me there!

Her breathing was ragged now and her heart running at a million miles an hour as she revelled in his touch. Harry kissed slowly up her back, moving so that his body was now placed completely over hers. Slowly, giving each vertebra a kiss he moved into position so that his body completely covered hers.

Kissing the nape of her neck as he did this morning she could feel is throbbing manhood nestled between her soft orbs of flesh moving slowly back and forth collecting the moisture that now flooded the area.

As he pressed his face into her hair from behind she breathed in deeply and all she could smell his unique fragrance of brooms, quidditch leathers and pumpkin pie.

All that I can smell is Harry…

“Take me Harry…take me…I’m yours…”

She arched her back and shifted so that her hips rose off the bed to help him gain entry. Ever slowly, she could feel herself opening for him as whispered sweet nothings in her ear he inched forward and claimed his wife completely.

All that I can hear is Harry…

He reached out to lay his calloused hands over her tiny ones. Fingers intertwined as their heart beats synchronised - beating as one, one mind, one body, one soul.

She turned her face to the side to capture his lips with hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth with urgency as if mimicking the movements of his manhood within her.

All that I can taste is Harry…

This was all that was needed. They would need nothing more than this.

Harry groaned with the new sensations of the kiss and knew he could go no more. He started to move with more urgency, and she knew he would need to finish soon.

“Harry…Harry…that’s it…make me finish…take me with you!”

Hermione had barely time to utter those words before gasping out for the sensations of explosions to impossibly dwarf those of the morning spread of from her core to wrack her body. Her whole body tensed up as if all the muscles responded to the call from that one place on her body. Lights, stars and flashes ran across her eyelids as all she could feel was the pleasure running through her body.

Even in this mind numbing haze she could feel Harry release into her, each release sending searing pulses of heat deep into her body. Yes. This was her Harry. He belonged to her and she belonged to him. She could feel his heavy weight slump onto hers as he finished and could not believe she could feel anymore content as she did at this moment. She snuggled into position underneath him and used his warm body as a blanket to fall asleep content - content that by catching this snitch Harry reaffirmed that he was hers, and she was Harry’s.

Fin.

A/N. I hope that was much better for all of you who enjoy H/Hr smut as much as I do. I tried to make it nice and smutty while still being tasteful. Just an epilogue to go people, and hopefully it will unravel the mystery of what Hermione thought when Harry asked her to promise in the morning. No promises, but I’ll guarantee you’ll love it! ;-) Once again I thank you the readers for reading and reviewing – it just isn’t the same without you.

Disclaimer: All persons in this story belong to JK Rowling and the respective publishing companies. No money is being made off of this story, and the author is not interested in anything else but the reader’s enjoyment.

A/N: Ok people this is the final instalment to this story and it will finally answer the question that was on everyone’s mind at the end of the first chapter: What was Hermione thinking?! I’ve had a great time writing this story for you and hope that continue to read what I write. I would like to thank all the reviewers especially, as you provided the inspiration that allowed me to continue. Without you there would be no story.

Special thanks to my beta bobo7891 for her efforts and the quick work she does.

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Excerpts from the last chapter:

“Harry…what’s wrong?”

‘Umm…its…it’s gone!”

“What?!”

“The snitch! It moved…I saw it go around to your back!”

“Harry? What’s going on?”

“I…I think... the tattoo is enchanted…”

“Catch the snitch Harry…catch the snitch!”

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Epilogue: Having a Heart to Heart.

Hermione woke to find Harry had rolled to the side of her after their climax and was now spooning her from behind in a tight embrace. She loved the feel of his naked body pressed against hers even if they were only holding each other. Sometimes she even enjoyed it more than the love making itself.

But I won’t miss out if the opportunity presents itself…A girl has needs you know…

She turned in his embrace to face the man she loved, the man with whom she had been through everything with. Been to hell and back for. There was no other place on earth she would rather be than in his arms like she was now. Not for all the galleons in all of Gringotts.

He woke at that moment to one of the most breath taking sights he would ever wake up to, now or ever – the sight of his Hermione adorable in the morning. He could get lost in her brown chocolate eyes over and over again each morning for the rest of his life and feel content.

Harry pressed forward gently and kissed her lips gently, exploring the taste of her lips with his tongue. They stayed like that gently kissing and holding each other in mutual embrace before she pulled with a sudden thought that came to her head.

“Harry...how did you remove my panties?”

“Well…umm…it’s a variation on the apparation charm; I just think about apparating them somewhere else.” Harry explained after giving it some thought.

“So where did you apparate them?” Hermione questioned. The inquisitive nature was now awaked and she wanted to find out about Harry’s wandless magic skill.

Harry’s face suddenly blushed as he stuttered an answer. “Th..Th..That’s the one thing I haven’t worked out yet…I don’t know…”

Hermione half sat up on her elbow and slapped him playfully across the shoulder. “What?! You mean you don’t even know where you put my panties?”

“Well I sort of have an idea…but I’m not sure…” Harry said running one of his hands through his messy black hair.

“Harry!” Hermione was shocked at the thought of her panties apparating through space to some unknown location and it was made clear on her face.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make sure I know where I put them next time ok?”

“You’d better, what if I wanted them back? What if they fall into the hands of some stranger?”

“Well love, then they’d have the panties of the most beautiful witch in the whole world…” he said moving forward for a kiss.

“You’re just saying that get out of trouble…” Hermione admonished as she put her hand up to keep him at bay.

“Is it working?” Harry said with his patented Win over Hermione^TM crooked smile.

Hermione fought to contain the laughter that was bubbling inside her. “Oh Harry, what am I going to do with you?”

“Love me?” His green eyes suddenly all serious as if a child hoping to be loved.

“I do Harry, I do.” Hermione moved in closer to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before pushing him playfully back again. They tussled back and forward for several moments before Harry stopped and furrowed his brow as if in concentration.

“So what were you thinking about when I made you promise me this morning?” He said after a slight pause.

Hermione blushed as she thought back to the images that were running through her head at the time.

“Hermione?”

She quickly leaned in and whispered into Harry’s ear. She pulled back to catch the sight of Harry’s eye’s the size of saucers and his mouth gaping open.

“You mean really people do that?!” Harry said as he blushed several shades of red. He had never heard of such a thing before.

“Some people do, yes.” Hermione said in her as a matter of a fact voice.

Harry was by now becoming quite flustered at the thoughts running though his mind. “But…but…isn’t that uncomfortable?!”

Moving quite quickly into her teaching Harry voice Hermione continued to explain, “Well not if you prepare properly I guess, and its not like people do it all the time, I’ve read that they sometimes do it to spice up their love lives.”

“Really?” Harry cocked his head to the side as if accepting what she said, but still not quite sure whether to believe her or not.

“Yes. And sometimes teenagers do it when they don’t have the means to make love normally.”

“Wow…do you think Molly and Arthur have done it? You know how much Arthur is crazy about that sort of thing…”

“Well I suppose they probably have in the past…but I don’t think Molly would have enjoyed it very much. You know how traditional Molly is, it would have taken a lot of convincing to get her to do that.”

“Yes, yes I suppose it would have…and Arthur is quite big, I’m sure that would have made it even more uncomfortable.” Harry said after giving it some thought.

Hermione watched as his eyes danced in thought about this new information Hermione had given him.

“And you were willing to do that with me?” Harry said hesitantly after apparently coming to a conclusion in his mind.

“Yes Harry. I promised you anything. I belong to you. You can make love to me anytime and anywhere you want. You just have to ask.” Hermione couldn’t help but smile in reaffirming her love for him.

“I love you more than anything, you know that?” Harry said looking into her eyes, his own slight glazed with unshed tears.

“I know, and I love you too. You are my everything Harry – you complete me.” Hermione said before giving him another kiss on the lips.

“You know we’ve never tried that before – not that I’m saying our love life needs spicing up mind you, but would you mind if we tried that sometime?”

“Of course not Harry, I’d love to do it for you if you want. I’d have to organise some things first, but we can try if you like.”

“Promise me you’ll tell me if you don’t like it or I start hurt you?” Harry asked, his brow starting to furrow again.

“Sure Harry, if we find out we don’t like it we don’t have to do it again.” She stroked his arm in a reassuring manner.

He is so caring and so selfless. Always worried about not hurting me. How can I not love this man?

“Good. I never want to hurt you.” Harry’s face visibly brightened.

“You won’t ever leave me right?”

“Wild threstrals couldn’t drag me away from you now.” Harry said with conviction.

“Then you could never hurt me.”

“Do I tell you enough times that I love you?” Harry cocked his face slightly to the side.

“Awww that’s sweet Harry…yes, yes you do. But it doesn’t hurt to be over generous you know.”

“Well then…I love you.” Harry said in a matter of fact voice.

“And I love you.” Hermione responded to his commitment.

Harry shifted so that he now lay on his back and pulled Hermione into his embrace. They lay together like that content in each others arm once again, not talking, for no more was needed.

Slowly, ever gently, a small smile began to grow on Hermione’s lips as she snuggled down pressing her face into his chest. She knew at least for this moment, Harry was satisfied with her answer and wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

Oh my poor, innocent, Harry, there are so many things I have yet to teach you…

Closing his eyes, the last thought to cross Harry’s mind as he drifted back off to sleep - an innocent smile wide on his face was Merlin! Who would have thought you could make love in the back seat of a muggle car?!

Fin.

A/N: *ducks the flying fruit – again* Haha…I needed to keep something for the sequel didn’t I? Kudos goes to LoupDeNoir for his specific reviews and the “Sex in an uncomfortable position” quote from Mallrats which lead to the plot bunny for this epilogue. Hope you enjoyed my take on it mate! See you guys at the sequel – Something for Hermione!