Naughty Girl

Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. Just borrowing them. They deserve to have some fun!

AN: If you read my previous story, “Innocent Girl”, you'll find in this story that in a year of marriage and sex with Harry (!), Hermione has learned quite a bit! And Harry reaps the benefits! Enjoy. This is a repost but I didn't feel the need to change anything.

NAUGHTY GIRL

Harry couldn't wait to get home. He hadn't seen Hermione since early morning and it had been one long day. He'd hoped to meet her for lunch but she had been tied up, much to his disappointment. But all day she had sent him little messages, short notes of love and anticipation of their evening together. By the time he had gotten the last one in late afternoon, he was practically panting with the thought of what the evening held in store.

Finally the day ended and he could go home. To her. The witch that made his life worthwhile. For all he had done, being the savior of the wizarding world and all, it all fell away when he was in her arms. He would do anything for her. Gladly suffer through all of the misery that had been part of his life if it meant he would have her in the end. She was his reward. He was forever grateful for the day she agreed to be his wife. Which had happened exactly one year ago today.

Today was their anniversary. They had been husband and wife for one year but he had been hers for much longer. She was so much his heart he couldn't remember when she wasn't.

He walked quickly down the street, reaching the entrance to their flat. He checked his pocket for the small box that lay there. Her anniversary gift. She liked simple jewelry and when he saw it, he knew she would like it. Just a simple gold heart necklace with a small glittering diamond. He would give her the world but he knew she didn't want that. She had told him many times what she wanted. Him. Only him. It made his heart race and his mouth go dry when she told him that. She had looked up at him with those eyes, full of love, placed her hand over his heart and whispered, “Mine.” One simple word and he was forever lost to her.

He knew she was home already. She had left work a bit early, saying she needed to get things ready. Exactly what things he didn't know. But it didn't matter, just being together tonight was all he wanted. He reached the door and opened it with his key. Stepping into the foyer, he blinked in the dim light. He could hear the soft strains of music and smell the flavor of something she was cooking. He took off his cloak, hung it up, straightening his shirt and trousers. He ran his fingers through his hair, oh well, no sense trying to fix that. No matter what he did, it went the way it wanted to.

“Harry?” he heard her soft, warm voice call out to him. He walked in the direction of the kitchen, passing through the sitting room where a fire crackled softly, candles lit all around, their scent tickling his nose. He felt warm, contented. He was home. To her.

He walked into the kitchen and stopped to look at her. She stood by the stove, stirring a pot. He glanced at the table, set for two, a bottle of wine, a basket of fragrant garlic bread, a bowl of strawberries rested there.

She turned from the stove and he stared for a moment. She looked incredible. He hair fell in soft curls all about, her makeup soft with just a hint of pink on her lips. She wore no jewelry except her wedding band and diamond ring and her dress...he'd never seen this dress before. It was pink. A simple pink dress that fell to her knees,with ruffled sleeves and all trimmed in white lace. White lace peeked from the not-too-low cut v-neck. She looked so innocent. Like a virgin. Just as she had been on their wedding night.

“Happy anniversary, darling,” she spoke quietly.

“Happy anniversary, Hermione. You look beautiful.” Harry said, coming over to take her in his arms. He leaned down to kiss her, a gentle kiss at first, but she opened her mouth to his and he deepened the kiss. His eyes closed as he tasted her sweet mouth against his. Oh yeah, this was what coming home was for. They broke apart and she caressed his face gently. “Dinner's ready, “she said, “sit down, I'll serve.”

“I'd rather have you for dinner,” Harry said, pulling her closer.

“Food first, then me later.” she said, teasingly, “You'll need your strength.”

Harry's eyebrows shot up at that comment. “Oh, really?” he asked.

She pushed him away gently, slapping at his butt. “You'll see. Now sit. Let's eat.”

Harry sat down and she placed two steaming plates of pasta with sauce on the table.

“Would you pour the wine?” she said. Harry reached for the bottle and poured two glasses while Hermione got a small bowl of whipped cream and placed it next to the strawberries. She sat down and Harry reached into his pocket for the small box. He leaned over and held it out to her.

“Happy anniversary, Hermione. I hope you like it.” he said.

She smiled and took the box, opening it. “Oh Harry, it's lovely,” she said, “just perfect. Put it on for me?”

Harry took the necklace out and reached over to clasp it around her neck. It looked just right on her. She held up the small heart and smiled. “Thank you, darling. I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you, too. Always.” Harry said, softly.

Harry placed a forkful of pasta in his mouth and watched her as she began to eat. Her eyes never left his and he watched as she slid the fork into her mouth and he suddenly felt a little warm. He wanted to slide something else into her sweet mouth. She grinned at him as if she knew what he was thinking and reached over and picked up a strawberry, dipping it into the whipped cream, she held it up to his mouth.

“Want a taste?” she said, her eyes sparkling with a little mischief.

Harry gulped, then opened his mouth. She put the strawberry into his mouth, her finger rubbing the cream over his bottom lip. She leaned over suddenly and licked the cream from his lip, swirling her tongue over her own lip. Harry nearly choked on the strawberry. She giggled and dipped her finger into the cream again, placed her finger in her mouth and drew it out slowly, her eyes still boring into his.

“Hermione, how do you expect me to eat when you're doing that?” Harry croaked.

“Oh, I'm sorry, darling, what was I doing?” she said, again in that teasing voice.

“You little witch,” Harry said in a low voice, “I'm going to get you for that.”

Hermione reached over to graze his lips again with her fingers, “I'm counting on that.” she said, seductively. “But first...” She picked up her wine glass and held it up to him. Harry picked his up and they clinked glasses.

“To us,” Hermione said, “to the best year of my life, married to the wizard I love more than anything in this world. I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you, Hermione.” Harry said, “You make everything worth it.”

They drank a sip of wine, then settled back to finish their meal. Harry wasn't really hungry but the food was delicious and she had cooked it for him, so he ate, all the while wishing he could just take her on the table. They finished and Hermione leaned over to blow out the candles. Harry pushed back and stood up. Hermione smiled up at him.

“Ready for dessert?” she said. Harry walked around and pulled her up into his arms. “Only if you are the dessert.” he said, “I can't wait much longer.” He leaned in to kiss her again. They kissed hungrily, then Hermione pulled away, grabbing his hand. She pulled him along as they walked toward the stairs.

“Come on,” she whispered, “time to really celebrate.”

Harry needed no urging as he followed her up the stairs. He stopped as they entered their bedroom, his mouth dropping open as he looked around. The lights were off, candles lit everywhere, soft music playing in the background. The bed was turned down and several silk scarves lay strewn over the coverlet. It was incredibly sexy and inviting. As was the woman standing in front of him, looking up at him. She reached up to begin unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding the shirt over his shoulders, running her hands over his chest. She unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down over his hips. Harry just stood there, mesmerized by her. She never took her eyes off his, the fire beginning to burn in her eyes as she undressed him. He stepped out of his shoes and she knelt down to slip off his socks. Only his boxers were left. She was eye level with his erection which was rapidly hardening , she smiled up at him but didn't touch him yet. She stood up and took his hand, leading him over to the bed.

“Lie down,” she whispered. Harry complied gladly, lying down in the soft bed on his back. He reached up to take his glasses off but Hermione's hand stopped his.

“Not yet,” she said softly, “I want you to be able to see me first.”

Harry swallowed hard as she backed away from the bed.

“Harry,” she said, huskily, “I am many kinds of woman. I'm your wife, your partner, I'll be the mother of your children, I'll comfort you when you are hurting or sad, care for you if you're sick, always by your side. I'm your lover and I can be different kinds of that, too. Sometimes it's slow and sweet, gentle and loving. Sometimes it's quick and passionate cause I just need you so badly. But tonight, I want to be your naughty girl. I want to make you want me so bad you go crazy. I want you to beg for me.”

Harry could hardly breathe at her words, he was suddenly so turned on. He watched as she reached behind to unzip her dress. The music thrummed a little louder as she slid the pink dress off her shoulders to reveal a much different outfit underneath. “She must have charmed that dress.” Harry thought. Underneath was a lacy black bra that pushed her breasts up enticingly, spilling over the top. She slid the dress down further and tiny black knickers that barely covered her came into view. She stepped out of the dress and stood there only in the bra and knickers, the heart necklace glittering between her breasts. She turned around slowly, running her hands over her body. The knickers were thong in the back and showed her glorious behind beckoning to him. She turned again and walked over to the bed, crawling up on the bed, reaching for the silk scarves. She stared at him, eyes burning. She took his hand and pulled his arm out to the side, wrapping his wrist in the scarf, tying it to the bedpost. She did the same with his other arm. Harry couldn't move, he was putty in her hands. Whatever she wanted, he was hers. She slid down the bed, hooking her fingers in his boxers, sliding them down gently. His erection sprang free, he wanted her to touch him badly but she didn't. She stared at it hungrily, licking her lips. Harry's hips strained toward her but she shook her head.

“Not yet, my love.” she said. She took the other scarves and tied them around his ankles, securing them to the bedposts as well. Harry lay there, spread-eagled, his chest beginning to heave slightly. She had never done anything like this before. Their sex life had always been enormously satisfying and she never failed to turn him on, but this was different. She looked so sexy, so wicked.

She stood up beside the bed again and began to sway her hips to the music, running her hands over her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she pushed her bra up, her pink nipples standing out. She ran her fingers over them, swirling around. Harry stared as she continued to tease her nipples. He didn't think he could get any harder but then she slid her hand inside her knickers and began to finger herself. Her hips swung gently, side to side as one hand stroked her clit, the other teased her nipples.

“Hermione, God.” Harry gasped. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Do you like this?” she whispered. “I'm touching myself for you. I'm imagining your tongue on my clit. Sucking me, teasing me. Tasting my juices. Only for you, Harry, this is only for you.”

Harry thought he would die on the spot. He wanted to taste her so bad he couldn't stand it. His wrists strained at the scarves, his cock ached so bad, he thought he could come before she even touched him.

She moved over to the bed and stood there, sliding her knickers off and reaching around to unhook her bra. She stood there in glorious nakedness, only the golden heart on her body. She reached down to stroke between her legs again.

“I'm wet for you, Harry. So wet. Can you see it dripping?” she purred. She put her fingers up to her mouth and licked them.

“Hermione, please,” Harry groaned, “Touch me, please. Please let me touch you.”

He was writhing on the bed, the pleasure washing over him and she hadn't even touched him yet. What was she doing to him? Hermione crawled up on the bed again, reaching over to remove his glasses.

“I told you I would make you beg.” she said.

“Oh God, I'm begging.” Harry gasped, “I need you, I need you, I can't stand anymore...”

Hermione leaned over him and kissed his mouth. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her desperately, wanting to devour her. She pushed away and leaned down to flick her tongue against his now rock-hard cock. Harry fought to hold back his orgasm, he didn't want to explode just yet. Hermione slid her mouth down his erection, sucking at the head, running her tongue up and down, taking him in as far as she could. She swirled her tongue around his balls, and that did it.

Harry groaned, he couldn't take any more. It was all too much. With a roar, he tore the scarves from his wrists and grabbed her, crushing her to him. His mouth came down on hers, hard. He had to have her. He couldn't wait. Hermione pushed his hands against his chest.

“Wait, Harry.” she said gently. She reached down to untie his ankles, freeing him at last. He pushed her down onto her back and she gasped softly but didn't stop him. He plunged his mouth between her legs, tasting her, devouring her. She was so wet and warm. He couldn't get enough. His tongue swirled around and around. He lifted her hips to press her closer. Hermione cried out as he pushed his fingers inside her, never taking his mouth off of her sweetness. She arched up suddenly, crying out, “Oh, Harry, Harry, yes, yes...” She came against his mouth, her juices running down his chin and he licked and sucked her until she begged him to stop. “Please, Harry, it's too much, too much...” she gasped.

“It's never too much,” he growled, “I can never get enough of you. God, I love you.”

He slid into her wetness, the tight heat enveloping him. He moaned as he felt himself harden even more. Had he ever been this hard? It was good, so very good. He looked down at her flushed face, her swollen lips so inviting and he kissed her bruisingly. She moaned as he pounded into her. Then he pulled out and sat back on his heels for a moment. Now he was going to make her beg. He turned her over to her stomach, she went willingly. He pulled her hips towards him, raising her bottom up to him, taking a moment to lick her slowly, running his hands over her arse. He sat up and plunged back into her. Hermione gasped and grabbed at the bedposts, hanging on as he slammed into her over and over. He hung onto her hips, fucking her with everything that he had.

God, he loved her. This was where he was meant to be. With her always. Nothing in his life felt this good. This right. This perfect.

He felt her tighten around him and she pushed back against him, hard.

“Oh, Harry, please, please, don't ever stop, oh God...Harry...”she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. She bucked against him, crying out.

That was it. He had reached the limit. He flung his head back and slammed into her, feeling his orgasm overtake him like a tidal wave. He barely hung on as the waves of pleasure rocked him, he jerked over and over as his seed spilled into her. Never had he come so hard.

Hermione slumped onto the bed, he fell over her, spent. They lay there, their hearts racing, breaths coming in gasps, each unable to speak. Harry finally rolled off to the side, trying to slow his breathing. Hermione sat up on her elbows and smiled at him. He smiled back and reached over to run his fingers through her hair.

“My naughty girl.” he whispered.