Memories of a Headmistress: Honeymoon

A/N: Alright, this is my first attempt at an NC-17. This is going to be one of my few Portkey-only stories, as it's too inappropriate for my site. Again, JKR, unfortunately, owns these characters. I make no profit off them, so don't sue. This will probably be a small mini-series among my one-shots as well.

November 3, 1999

A mixture of sea salt and tropical flowers invaded my sense of smell as I slowly moved to consciousness. Slowly, as my body began to wake up, I became aware of quite a few things. First, I had no clothing on. Secondly, this was not Grimmauld Place where I'd been living with my fiancé. Thirdly, there was another deliciously naked body pressed up behind me, and finally, there was a new addition to my left ring finger. My analytical mind quickly recreated the scenario for me, reminding me of a wonderful first evening of my honeymoon with my new husband.

I rotated my position so that I was face-to-face with my husband. He looks rather peaceful without his glasses, sleeping quietly. One of the things I learned about Harry while we've lived together is that he looked his age when he slept. It was one of his few times to be peaceful. It also reminded me as to why I fight so hard in this war against Voldemort. I lightly traced a few fingers over his face. It didn't take long for him to start stirring, but I waited patiently and was rewarded with dazzling emerald eyes looking into mine.

“Good morning Mrs. Potter.” Harry sighed quietly.

“Good morning Mr. Potter. Sleep well?” I retorted just as quietly.

Harry tightened his embrace on me, before leaning in and giving me a languid kiss. Before he pulled back, he stopped to smell my hair.

“I had the most fantastic night last night. Would have been hard to not sleep well after that.” He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously just as I felt another part of him `wake up.'

“Care to remind me?”

“With pleasure.”

Harry dove under the blankets, and slowly descended my body, pressing burning kisses on his way down. I was a bit frustrated by the whole thing because the sheets were getting the way somewhat. I tried to flip the sheets off to get access to Harry, but he kept them over him to continue his wondrous torture.

“Harrrryyyyy” I cried out frustrated as he moved even further down so that he was settled at the apex of my thighs. He distracted me from my quest to take over the sheets with his wonderful mouth. We had been too eager last night that we hadn't experimented with anything. I gripped the sheets harder as I moaned my approval to his ministrations.

However, just before I could pass over the glorious edge, Harry's mouth moved away. I groaned in frustration, but soon felt him moving up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. I almost had to wonder where he learned to do this so well. I knew that last night had been both our firsts. My thoughts weren't with me for long as it seemed Harry was jealous that I was thinking while he was trying his best to pleasure me. So, Harry slid his body against mine as he moved further and further up my body.

Finally he released the sheets and popped his head up to greet mine with a kiss. The lingering taste of myself aroused me even further. I felt hotter than I ever could recall, and the only noises I could make were incoherent moans. Slowly, Harry lowered his body onto mine, and I accepted his weight gladly. Now that his hands were free, he went to work playing with my breasts. The multiple sensations of his skin against mine, his probing tongue and the extended massage of my chest pushed me over the precarious edge I had been on previously.

I came quickly and screamed my release into his mouth. Harry languidly continued kissing me while I rode out the waves. As I came down, I felt remorseful that Harry hadn't experienced that with me. I wanted to make it up to him, but again he seemed to have other plans. He broke off from my mouth, panting from the length of our kisses. He took in a few good gulps of air before attacking my neck, while simultaneously positioning himself between my thighs.

I willingly parted my legs farther to accept him, wrapping them around his lean torso when he was fully settled. This time, Harry pushed in so quickly that a gasp escaped me from the spike of pleasure that the action brought. I never understood how my husband had the patience that he did, because he just laid there, inside me, not moving. To say I was frustrated would be putting it lightly.

Finding my voice again, I managed to moan out, “Harrryyy, please?”

He sent me a mischievous smirk that I swear he picked up from Sirius, despite that the man had been dead for nearly 4 years. Huskily, he inquired, “Please what?”

I swear, if I didn't love the man to death, I would have killed him for doing this to me. Instead of giving him the verbal response I knew he was seeking, I tried to buck my hips against his to get the desired result. His smirk just seemed to get wider as my efforts produced nothing. Again, he repeated, “Please, what?”

Defeated, I moaned out, “Please, make love to me.”

Grinning in triumph, he kissed me and began to move. During his first couple of thrusts, he grunted out, “See, all you had to do was ask.” I was too enraptured by the sensations to do anything about his cheekiness. He tried to keep the pace slow at first, but soon the sensations began to take on a life of their own and the pace picked up considerably over the next few minutes. Sooner than I wanted, I started tumbling over the edge again. I tried to see if Harry was close too, but was swept away in another intense orgasm. I screamed my release, this time uninhibited by Harry's mouth, as I clenched around him. He followed shortly, screaming my name as well.

Together, we just lay there, panting and waiting to float down from the heaven we had reached together. I felt my eyes starting to grow heavy. It looked like Harry felt the same way. Before he drifted off, he rolled us over, making sure not to break our connection, so that I was on top, since I wouldn't crush him with my weight. Losing the battle of consciousness, I whispered, “We can explore tomorrow.”

He barely nodded his head, with his eyes closed. “Sleep and sex? Sounds good.” His breathing leveled out before I could respond, and I decided it wasn't worth it. I settled my head on his chest, ready for our nap.

The rest of our day passed in relatively the same way. We'd wake up, make love, and then take a nap again. Then we'd repeat the process over again. All in all, our first day on our honeymoon was very good, well, perfect.

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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. Oh, this is reuploaded as I found a few errors. See what happens when you don't have a beta. Also, you know, reviews are wonderful things.

November 4, 1999

A familiar musky scent invaded my senses as I slowly began to leave the land of dreams behind. I rolled over, still half asleep, and buried my nose into Harry's shoulder, inhaling more of my favorite musky scent. While I adjusted my position, Harry began to stir as well. It didn't take long for me to hear the tell-tale signs that my husband had started taking in the fragrance of my hair.

Still a little foggy from sleep, I spoke in a low tone. “Morning love.” I yawned once more and tried to finish the rest of my sentiments. “What are we going to do today?”

Harry buried his nose further into the mass of curls known as my hair as if avoiding the question. I wasn't going to let him off that easy though, as we had spent all day yesterday cooped up in our hotel room. Using Harry's chest and part of the bed as brace points, I moved into a sitting position; my hair falling to one side of face as I leaned over Harry, whom had now begun trying to hide his face in his pillow.

“Seriously Harry, what are we going to do?” A muffled muttering was all I got in response. If I hadn't known him for 8 years then I might have been annoyed, but I could tell that Harry was playing a game with me. It warmed my heart to see him let go and act more his age; it provided me the assurance that the weeks of nagging him to take a week off for this was all worth it. (Well, if he wants to play a game, I'll play.) Mischievous thoughts flickered through my normally brilliant and relatively clean mind as I began gathering all the covers on the bed.

Proving that he wasn't as daft as Ron claimed him to be, Harry caught on quite quickly and started trying to wrestle the comforter and sheets back from me. I knew that his pure strength would overpower me in a matter of moments so I was quite aware that I needed some kind of diversionary tactic. Options blazed through my mind, but ultimately, my hormones chose for me as I rolled up in the blankets to gain a bit more leverage, and when I was close to Harry, pulled him in for a passionate kiss. My trick worked like clockwork as Harry loosened his hold on the bundle, and while he was left a little dazed, I made off with my prize.

I giggled like a little girl while I shuffled to the living room that came as part of our suite, wearing all the blankets of our bed. I had almost made it to the other room when I got tackled from behind. While the blankets picked up most of the shock, it took me a moment to gain my bearings after the sudden turn of events. “And just where do you think you're going Mrs. Potter?” Harry's voice rang out above me, and I spotted him giving me one of his roguish grins.

Knowing I was trapped, I grinned back at him, almost letting loose a few more chuckles. The mischievous glint was back in my eyes as I answered him cheekily. “I was trying to entice my devilishly handsome husband into following me. My plan seemed to have worked to a degree. I think I overestimated myself in giving myself no way of escape. I seem to be at your mercy.”

If it was possible, Harry's grin grew wider as he leaned down to claim his spoils of conquest. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I was still trapped in the blanket. Thankfully my husband didn't have the emotional range of a teaspoon, and picked up on my struggles. Somehow he extricated me without breaking our kiss, but then again, we'd gotten very good at snogging through interruptions over the last few years because we learned to cherish all our times together. My arms now free, I used them to pull my husband down closer to me, feeling that mad need for him to be in contact with me. Body against body we enjoyed a nice long snog, almost like before we were married-although then it was with clothes still on. We just luxuriated in one another's presence for a good twenty minutes or so before Harry finally rolled off me and began to get off the wooden floor.

I was a bit disappointed at this turn as I had been enjoying myself, and Harry must have noticed my pout because he pulled me up and kissed me again, hard. When we broke apart again, I started pressing light kisses to his throat, while also trying to calculate the quickest route back to bed. Unfortunately, Harry decided to foil my plans again.

“Come on, we need to shower and then we can head to the beach.” My facial expression showed a little disappointment because I was starting to think that staying in for another day would have been an excellent idea. However, this was our vacation and I knew we'd have the rest of whatever was left of our lives to shag. Reluctantly, I broke off from Harry to head towards the bathroom, knowing that the sooner I got in the water, the less the temptation would be to ignore all plans and stay in.

The bathroom of the suite was quite expansive, but that should have been expected considering the money we were spending on this place; although it wouldn't even blemish our combined net worth. I walked past the large Jacuzzi tub, cataloging its location for a later use, and into the nice two person shower, turning the taps to hot. I waited outside the stall, using my hand to gauge the temperature, and when I was finally satisfied, stepped into the steaming spray. Despite knowing that I was going to need to wash my hair again after the beach, I reached for my shampoo but was stopped by a rather masculine arm reaching over me for the shampoo. Harry had gotten really good at sneaking up on people, but I was still a little disappointed that he'd snuck up on me so easily. My disappointment soon faded as he began to massage the shampoo into my hair. Involuntarily, I let out a long moan of approval, which turned into a hiss of satisfaction as Harry slid into me from behind. He rotated us so that the spray now massaged his back in order for him to massage my breasts with his still soapy hands. The angle Harry managed to find as he plunged into me again and again was rather pleasant but it was a pain on my back. Thankfully, Harry noticed my discomfort rather quickly-not that I would have told him as I still enjoyed the angle-and shifted us again, pushing me up against the other wall while he began to increase his pace to near fervent. I used his shoulders to help brace myself as I wrapped my legs around his torso, giving him another new angle. Moments later he began shuddering in preparation for his orgasm just as I was reaching mine. We slid to the floor, feeling boneless as the sensations from our orgasms left us.

The water still sprayed on our legs, but it wasn't until I felt the water starting to get colder that I was able to move. I still felt rather disoriented after the intense experience so Harry helped me get back into the spray so I could rinse my hair. By the time I had finished rinsing, I was feeling recovered, and the water was getting a little too cold for me. I knew Harry could easily make it warm again, but I wanted to go to the beach with my husband. Some feral part of me only wanted to go so that I could show off that I had the best looking bloke to ever walk the face of the earth. The other more sensible part of me wanted to go because I had remembered Harry telling me he had never been to a real beach before; another reason that we had picked Hawaii for our honeymoon. I shut the water off, and pulled Harry out of the shower stall and into the big fluffy towels that hung nearby. We played like little kids again as we dried one another off, before heading into the bedroom again to get dressed in beachwear.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of us were dressed to wander the beach. I had on a simple emerald green bikini with a black sarong covering portions of my lower body. Harry was wearing a pair of maroon swim trunks that had a golden trim to them. He also wore a plain white t-shirt. Both of us wore sandals and sunglasses. Also, forever ingrained with auror lessons about vigilance, we had strapped on wand holsters to our thighs. Thankfully they were charmed so that the only ones that could see them were us. When Harry was sure we were ready to go, he pulled me out the door like an excited little kid. Though, considering how old we were, that description would have almost been accurate.

Harry and I spent a few hours idly wandering the beachfront. Around lunchtime we visited the local market, finding somewhere to eat and to briefly explore the area. I saw a few things that I figured would make good gifts and made a mental note to come back before we left at the end of the week. We returned to the beach again after the little bit of sight seeing to just enjoy a nice walk down the beach. It seemed like hours had passed as we just walked and conversed like the great friends that we were. After a while, it seemed like we came across a deserted stretch of beach, so we stopped for a while. The sun had begun to make its journey to the other side of the world for the night when Harry impulsively picked me up and carried me into the surf.

I spluttered a little as I was unceremoniously dropped into the salty water as a small wave crashed into me. Harry burst into laughter at the spluttering sounds I make.

“Oh, so that's how it's going to be Potter!” I reached up and pulled him down with me and got my chance to laugh at him as he spit out a little salt water that had invaded his mouth while he got used to being in the water with me. Fearing reprisal, I tried to stand and escape again. However, my efforts were just as futile as they had been this morning, as I soon found Harry on top of me again. I splashed some water at him to get me off, and he retaliated in kind. Soon, we were laughing and splashing at each other, completely carefree and looking the teenagers that we were-well, I was 20, but who was really counting? Eventually we flopped onto the beach again, chests heaving as we tried recovering from our laughter.

When we had finally settled down, in order to enjoy the serenity of the moment, I leaned over, laying my head on Harry's chest. “I love you.” I whispered to him. His bright green eyes darkened slightly with several different emotions as he looked down at me. Lightly, he caressed my face with one of his hands. Tenderly, he responded in kind: “I love you too Hermione, more than you can imagine. Thank you, for everything.”

I smiled at him again as I leaned up to kiss him again. The kiss started out loving and tender as a kiss of pure love, but soon became more heated. I moved further on top of Harry to get a better angle to kiss him, and was almost immediately rewarded with the feeling of Harry developing an erection. The feel of him between my legs, even with the barriers of clothing, spurred me on, and I was soon scrabbling to remove his soaked t-shirt. I didn't care that we were out in public and someone could walk by and see us because I was too involved in getting the annoying shirt off him so that I could be in contact with his skin. Harry wasn't idle either as he began pulling at my bikini. After fighting with the clothing for a bit more, we finally divested the last piece of clothing. Once we were clear of all impediments, Harry rolled us over and plunged into me again.

The overwhelming feeling of completeness nearly caused me to orgasm right there. I was able to get myself under some slight control so that I could start pushing back against Harry as he continued to pump in and out of me at a sedate pace. In tandem with our bodies' movements, Harry and I continued to kiss, enjoying the others presence immensely. The sedate pace soon began to take its toll and we began to feel the natural need to quicken our pace. We reveled in the faster pace until finally we reached the pinnacle of our passion. For the first time, we tumbled over the edge simultaneously as our impassioned cries rang out into the now night sky.

I have no idea how long we just laid there in the glorious afterglow, just listening to the ocean. Occasionally the water would come up and tickle our entwined feet. Nevertheless, we did eventually manage to get up and redress to head back to our hotel, where we would stay for the rest of the evening.

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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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