A/N: Again, these are not my characters, but I can't help but play with them for a bit. Sorry for the short length as this small mini-series is my first foray into NC-17. Hope you enjoy.
November 5, 1999
The soft pitter-patter of rain against the window soothed me into consciousness. I enjoyed the feeling of warmth that I had become aware of as I slowly came awake. The source of the warmth was mostly the strong arms encircling my petite waist. I loved lazy mornings like this where I could just lie in. With the war going on back home, days like this were all the more rare.
Harry's deep breathing soothed me as I just basked in his warmth. I stared at the ceiling just a little before readjusting my position to where I could look outside the window. I had already known there was a rain storm, but I was pleased to see that the rain was mimicking the mood of this vacation, slow and peaceful rather than reflecting the mood of what we'd left behind in a torrent of war. The gentle rain storm, combined with the heat of my husband slowly lulled me back to sleep for another few hours.
I awoke again, but to the sensation of someone slowly, methodically stroking my back. That seemed to be the pace of the day, slow and steady. The hand on my back briefly paused a moment as Harry realized I was awake, but then began stroking again.
"That feels so wonderful Harry. No pun intended but you have magical hands."
After knowing Harry for 8 years, or what I considered to be the entirety that I had actually lived my life, I could just imagine him propped up on his elbow with one of his infernal smirks plastered across his face. He tended to smirk when he was pleased with himself, whether it was catching the snitch at a quidditch game or when he triumphed over me or Ron in some game or even when he had done something to make me happy unexpectedly.
Even though I was enjoying my husband's ministrations, I rolled over to embrace him. I had been correct as well as that infernal smirk was covering his entire face.
"Someone sure is pleased with himself."
If it was possible, his smirk got wider as his arms enveloped me completely.
"Well, doing it myself isn't nearly as fun as it is with a partner."
I gaped at him momentarily, as Harry rarely showed this side of himself. I had to remind myself that he was only a 19 year old male, and that occasionally he thought with his other head. Today seemed to be one of those days, but I wasn't going to begrudge him that as he so rarely got to act his age.
As coy as I could be wrapped in his arms, I inquired, "And just where are you going to find a partner all the way out here?"
"Oh, I've already found her. She just doesn't realize it yet." I was happy to see a sparkle in his eyes as he leaned over and claimed my mouth in a kiss. Over the last several years we had shared a variety of kisses. This was one of my favorite kinds, soft but slightly demanding with a small urgency as Harry's other head decided it wanted to play too. While we kissed, I leaned back into the bed, and used my leg to position Harry on top of me, where he slid into me effortlessly. Though we'd only moved onto a physical relationship in the last several days, it seemed our uncanny knowledge of one another helped us get the hang of it quite quickly. Like the rain outside, Harry's pace was slow and sedate. Normally, due to Harry's passionate personality, he was fast and hard, but this peaceful pace was more enjoyable for me. The build up towards orgasm lingered with every movement he made, making it that much more wonderful.
It took longer for me to finally climax, but because I hadn't reached it so quickly the amount of pressure built up allowed me to experience a much longer one. In a rare instance, Harry came right in the middle of mine, and I secretly felt that extended mine just a bit longer. Sated, Harry lay on top of me kissing my collarbone still at a sedate pace as if we hadn't just made love. Though to my credit, I was just stroking his hair lazily. The storm outside made it impossible to tell what time it was, but it definitely meant that we should stay in today. I just hoped that there wasn't a storm tomorrow as I'd really wanted to check out the little shopping place again.
"Do you think it will be like this once we get rid of Voldemort?"
I hated to disturb the serene moment, but it seemed like one of those times to discuss our future together.
"Yes, I really do Hermione. We'll be able to spend endless days just wrapped up in bed. Then one day have children to listen to play around our home. I'll make sure it happens. You've given me hope for the future."
Harry moved his hand from bracing himself to keep some of his weight off me to stroke my face lovingly. I cupped his hand on my face, securing it there while I looked up into the bright emerald eyes that bore into my swirling chocolate ones.
"I'm glad that I was able to do that for you Harry. It simply wasn't fair that you could give me that hope if I couldn't do the same for you. And your vision for the future sounds lovely. I can also see our children playing around the Burrow with Ron's kids, while you, me, Ron and Luna sit on the porch reminiscing about these dark times. It's too bad that these happy dreams of ours can only come around when we have a small respite during this war."
"Well, that makes moments like these so much better. Thank you for making moments like this exist for me. Thank you for saving me from myself."
I chuckled lightly as I joked, "Well, someone has to do it. You just save the world, and I'll save you all the time."
Harry smiled down at me as he whispered, "My hero." Slowly, Harry's eyes began to droop as the serene atmosphere began to call us both back to sleep. One would almost think there was a calming drought being filtered in through the air as the rain continued to beat slowly outside. Before he completely dropped off, Harry slid out of me and to the side so that he wouldn't crush me in sleep. He snuggled up to me, and breathed out, "I love you," before he finally succumbed to the peace.
I laid there an extra few moments, letting the rain lull me to sleep again. Before I joined my husband in slumber, I thanked the powers that be that I was blessed to have such a wonderful man as my husband, lover, and best friend, and I silently prayed that everything would be over soon so that the next 3 days wouldn't be the last peaceful days we ever experienced together.
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