A few people asked for Harry's response to Hermione's letter so I thought I'd give it a shot.
Hope it's worth it!
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My God, Hermione…are you trying to kill me?
It's been hard (yeah, take that one as you will) enough trying to push the memories of that night out of my mind - and now this?!?! You're giving me telltale calluses and I'm having a hard time keeping the cause of them from the rest of the guys.
Damn these missions…we get one night together and I get called to duty. Tell me again - why am I doing this?
It's not in me to write to you and excite you the way you did me, but I can tell you that the visions of those pictures you sent are engraved in my memory. One blink - and there you are. I don't yet know when this assignment will be over, but I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna tell you when I do find out.
This is how I see our reunion:
I apparate soundlessly into your flat and find you standing in the kitchen with a tall, cold glass of water in your hand. A light sheen of sweat covers your body from the intense heat of the summer sun and it glistens in the light shining in through the window.
Your skirt is short, about mid-thigh, and the sleeveless top you're wearing barely covers that sexy, flat stomach which normally lies hidden under layers of useless clothing. Your hair is pulled up, exposing your neck and throat.
I watch in silence as you place your glass on the table and pull out an ice cube. You run it slowly along the column of your throat and down between your breasts before pulling it salaciously [I think that's the right word] into your mouth.
I walk quietly up behind you and as my arm encircles your waist, my lips seek out that spot just below your ear that has you pressing back against me almost immediately. I grind against you, letting you feel how much I've missed you.
Your head drops back and as your lips meet mine your foot rises until it rests on the stool beside the table. With my other hand, I trace the path of the ice from your throat to your breasts. I waste little time as my fingers travel on to your stomach and to your thigh, until I reach the hem of your skirt. I can feel your body tauten [right word?] against mine and a soft moan escapes us both as my fingers are drawn upward until I reach your…
Bloody hell, Hermione…I have to go. I can hear the guys making their way back from the pub and I'd never hear the end of it if they catch sight of this letter. Sorry, sweetheart, I'll write again soon - although I'm hoping there won't be time for more letters. If all works out, I'll be seeing and holding you again - very soon.
Love,
Harry
P.S. Thanks for the pictures - even if they are pure torture seeing as I can't enjoy the real thing right now.
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