DISCLAIMER: Not mine…aside from the PWP. I don't think JKR has any plans for that in her HP universe.
A/N: Every once in a while I think I'll just add to this existing story, `A Moment in Time,' with some additional H/Hr `moments' … I can't really see creating a whole new story. It's marked as complete, but there may be additions every now and again.
Thanks for reading! Your reviews really give me motivation to keep on writing. I'm about to delve into new territory for my own personal satisfaction; if it works, I'll likely disappear for a while…but I'll NEVER give up on H/Hr.
Keep the faith!
H_HrFan
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The Sneak
"Fuck me!" Hermione exclaimed as she shoved her hair back behind her ear and tapped her pencil in aggravation.
Harry looked up from his spot on the couch. "What was that?" he asked, smiling in amusement at his best friend of twelve years and wife of three.
"What was what, hon?"
He stood up and moved to sit on the arm of the couch nearest to her; he crossed his ankles and his arms and studied her quietly for a minute. "What was that you said?"
His smile widened when she shifted in her seat before finally giving in and meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry, Harry," she laid down her pencil and turned to face him fully, "what is it you wanted?"
"I was just wondering if I heard you right, that's all," he said, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand and trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin.
"Harry, please," Hermione huffed, "you're talking in circles and I've no idea what you're on about. Honestly! I don't even think I said anything." She raised her arms and looked around as though she expected the words to still be hanging in the air. She shrugged and looked up at him, one eyebrow raised as if to question, "Well?"
Harry pushed himself off the arm of the couch and sauntered over to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began a gentle massage. "Well, I had hoped it was an invitation, sweetheart," he murmured against her ear.
There was no mistaking the shiver that went through her as his warm breath hit her ear and his teeth nipped at her skin. "Harry, I…" she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, "I need to…ah-oooh, ohhh."
"Come on, Hermione," he whispered succinctly into her ear.
"Harry, please," she softly pleaded as conscious thought slowly began to return. "Honey, I have to finish this report."
Harry kissed her once more then stood up behind her; she groaned at the sudden loss of contact and he smiled. "I think you need a little time away from it, sweetheart," he kissed the top of her head and down her neck, "you know, clear your head so you can think-"
Hermione shook her hand in the air, "Oh no, Mr. Potter, what you have in mind is definitely not conducive to thinking," she looked up with a smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "at least not the kind of thinking this report requires."
"Come on, Hermione, its Friday night. That report isn't due until Monday." He leaned forward and kissed the tender spot just below her ear. "Let's go have a little fun."
"I can't, Harry," she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and pulled him round for a kiss, "you know I can't work last minute like that, I have to finish it now." She kissed him again then reluctantly let him go. She picked up her pencil and turned her attention back to her papers. "Just give me another thirty or so," she said without looking up. "I'm almost done."
Harry pressed lightly down on her shoulders as he rose up behind her. He moved to turn off the television then tossed the remote on the couch with a huff. "All right, fine," he grumbled, "thirty minutes…or so." He dragged his fingers across her shoulders as he walked past her to go to their bedroom. "I'm going to take a cold shower," he called out just before he shut the bedroom door.
Hermione's pencil tap tap tapped on the table while the fingers of her free hand thrum, thrum, thrummed…
tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum
Her fingers delved into her hair distractedly and she had to blink to focus her eyes. She turned around to scowl at the bedroom door then took a deep breath before looking back down at the report on the table in front of her.
tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum …
The tapping of her foot joined with the anxious tapping of the pencil and the thrumming of her fingers. Two times through her rhythm…
tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum … tap, tap, tap
tap, tap, tap … thrum, thrum, thrum … tap, tap, tap
…and the `shhpppppshh' sound of the shower turning on became her undoing.
Hermione threw down the pencil and stood up, nearly knocking her chair over in her haste. "Damn it all!" she muttered under her breath with a smile.
She walked to the bedroom door and quietly pushed it open. The room was dark except for the ray of light filtering in from under the bathroom door. She could hear the water running as she tiptoed closer. The walls surrounding the shower were glass so she carefully opened the bathroom door to spy on Harry before joining him.
She opened the door just far enough to peek into the - empty - shower stall. Her mind went blank and she pushed the door open wider before taking a tentative step into the bathroom. "What the…"
A light rustling from the bedroom caught her ears and she knew she'd been had. "Looking for me, love?"
Hermione's cheeks blazed red as she walked over to turn off the shower. Slowly she walked back to stand in the half-open doorway, facing the bed. "Nice, Harry," she intoned. "Real nice."
"Thought you might like that," Harry laughed. "Come here."
Hermione couldn't see him well through the light filtering in from behind her, but she could make out his form enough to know that he was sitting in that spot on their bed which meant one important thing to her…he was already naked.
She put her fingers to the buttons of her blouse and took a step toward him. "You think I want to play after what you just did to me?" she asked. "After the way you lured me in here?"
The huskiness of her voice belied her words and Harry smiled. "Well, I had hoped."
Hermione undid the last button of her shirt and took two steps backwards as she wriggled it from her shoulders and let it fall. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, "I'm not so sure, Harry," she said as she let it drop to the floor in front of her. She kicked it out of the way and took a step forward.
"You…you're not?" he stammered, the words followed by an audible gulp.
Hermione slowly began to swivel her hips as she pushed her pants over her arse and down to her ankles before kicking them off. Her tiny, white knickers seemed to glow in the light filtering in from the bathroom and Harry gasped when, instead of removing them, she slid her hand down her chest and stomach to that spot between her legs where he wished some part, any part, of his own anatomy could be. She bent her knees, pushing her hand lower before sliding it back up to cup her breast as she rose. "What do you think, Harry?" she asked, breaking the silence that had surrounded them while he watched her display.
Think? I'm supposed to think? He shook his head. "Think about what, love?"
"Do you think I'm ready to play, silly?"
Harry crawled forward to the edge of the bed. "I know I am."
"Am I?" Hermione asked again, her voice lower now as her hips swayed and she slid her knickers down her legs. She kicked them to him and he snatched them from the air, immediately lifting them to his nose, breathing deeply of her sweet scent.
"Ohh," he said, his voice trembling. "You'd better be."
Before she knew what was happening she was in his arms. He threw her down on the bed and her legs instantly fell open. "I don't want to play," she said as she lowered her hands to spread her folds. "I want you to…" she raised up and whispered into his ear.
"So you do remember…" Harry smiled down at her with a knowing gleam in his eyes and without a sound he plunged into her, burying himself deep within her depths. "Oh, gods," he groaned when he could go no deeper. He stopped, relishing in the feel of her. "You feel so good, Hermione," he said as he slowly began to move within her.
He pulled nearly all the way out then entered her slightly, teasingly before he thrust into her with mind-numbing force. "Yes!" Hermione screamed. "Ahh…more…harder…"
Again and again Harry tortured and teased her as she begged for more.
Without warning he pulled out of her completely and she opened her mouth to protest. Before she could utter a word Harry's tongue was circling her clit and she was writhing beneath him. His tongue slid between her folds and instinctively her fingers curled in his hair and she rose from the bed in a high arch. Harry placed a hand on her stomach and gently pushed her down and held her there as he continued his ministrations. "So good," he said, his lips circling her clit as he spoke.
Two fingers slipped inside her and she gasped, "Ohh!" He stroked her hard, increasing the friction until he felt her walls began to tighten and he was sure she was on the verge of exploding. He rose up and in one swift movement he thrust into her once again, he kept his pace fast and furious and a few hard, pounding strokes later her body tensed, her walls clenched, and Hermione screamed, "Harry!" as she reached her climax and he felt her release.
Harry's lips met hers in a heated kiss that lasted only a few seconds before his own orgasm hit and all he could muster were short groans and the sharp gasping sounds of air being sucked in through clenched teeth.
His arms were shaky as he fell atop her limply. "You're…going to be the death of me, woman!" he shot out breathlessly.
Hermione smiled as she curled her arms and legs around his back and squeezed him affectionately. "This is your doing," she playfully admonished. "You can't blame me for any side effects."
Harry raised his head slowly and peered at her through half-closed eyes and tried to smile. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that."
Hermione laughed. "Nope. I'd never lie to you like that. I definitely enjoyed it." She ran her hands up and down his back, massaging lightly. "I'd even go so far as to say-"
"That you did it on purpose," Harry interjected. He rolled his eyes. "I don't even think I said anything, Harry," he mimicked. "You had this planned from the start."
Hermione laughed again. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," she teased, throwing his words back at him.
"Nope! I'd never lie to you like-"
Hermione silenced him with a kiss then whispered, "Tag, you're it!" against his ear before rolling him off of her and jumping out of bed to find her clothes.
Harry laid back and watched her, a roguish grin on his face as he quietly contemplated his next move…
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A/N2: I did make a few cosmetic changes to the first story, `A Moment in Time' … hopefully it reads a little better now.
Thanks again for reading and if you have a few seconds, I'd love to hear from you.
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