Author's Note: Oh you guys are too kind to me… Your reviews are absolutely amazing ((bows gracefully))… Well, here is the chapter that I'm sure some of you were waiting for (besides the previous chapter, of course ::wink:: ) I am finally going to explain the absence of magic… sort of. LoL… I can't reveal it ALL just yet. I hope those who wanted the magic will be appeased, and I hope I don't piss off anyone who liked it the way it was. Believe me, this will help the story further down the road. Thanks so much for all your support - I love you all!! -aj-
Chapter Three - Wake Up With Bloodshot Eyes, Struggle To Memorize, The Way It Felt Between Your Thighs
"… break out the sun block, its going to be a scorcher today…"
Harry groaned and reached over Hermione to shut off his alarm. Lying against her naked back, he nuzzled into her neck. "Sorry, forgot to shut it off last night."
She yawned and snuggled against him. "S'ok, I was going to get up soon anyway."
Harry laughed and tickled her side. "Sure you were…"
She giggled and turned her head to face him, her eyes still closed. She ran her tongue over her teeth a few times, feeling the drunken residue, then made a disgusted face. She pulled the comforter up, which had pooled around her waist, to cover her mouth.
Harry laughed and wrapped his arm around her tighter. "Oh, like I never had to deal with your dragon breath before."
Hermione's eyes snapped open and she shoved him mockingly off of her, and then rolled on top of him. "Well, in that case." She then bent down and gave him an exaggerated open mouthed kiss, but before she could get her tongue in, she started laughing and rolled back off of him. "I can't. I just can't. I need toothpaste and mouthwash, stat."
Harry wrinkled his nose and tried to pull her back. "That will take too long… There's some gum in my top drawer."
Hermione slapped at his hands, which had snaked around her waist. "Harry James…" She turned around to look at him and stopped. He has this sexy, squinty thing going on. "Oh for goodness sake…" She turned back around and whipped open the top drawer of his bedside table. He did, in fact, have a pack of gum lying on top of a paperback book, but it was what flew forward in her haste to open the drawer that caught her breath. "Oh…"
"What, you didn't believe me?"
She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and looked back at him with glossy eyes. "No, um, it wasn't that."
Harry then realized what she found and shuffled himself up to sit against the headboard. "You okay?"
Hermione reached in and pulled out the object of her wonder, sat back beside him, then placed the phoenix feather wand on her lap. Harry rubbed the stubble of his jaw as he looked over at her. Well, they hadn't talked about this in awhile.
She tucked her hair behind her ears, and then picked up his wand, lightly twirling it in her fingers. "It's hard to believe it's been four years already…"
Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her closer. "A lot has changed since then…"
She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. "I know. And I knew you and I would be fine… We grew up with muggles. We knew how this world worked… It was Ron that I was worried about. Harry, he grew up in a magical family. His life was surrounded with it constantly, he knew nothing else. I was… I was scared to death… He wouldn't…" She stopped, forcing all sad thoughts out of her head. Harry ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. "But then, I see him and Luna together. And they are blissfully happy. So I feel like I can finally stop worrying about him, you know?"
Harry let a deep chuckle pour from his mouth. "Oh Hermione, you will never stop worrying about us."
She smiled, dropped the wand, and wrapped both arms around his waist. "Well someone needs to take care of my boys… You certainly don't do it yourself."
He lightly ran his fingertips over her hip causing her to emit a soft sigh. "I do think you can stop worrying about Ron in regards to this though. You're right, he is happy. And you know he's not one that can hide his emotions… If he was miserable, we'd know."
She smiled and ran her middle finger around the contours of his chest. "I don't doubt it." She looked up at him and saw he was giving her his squinty stare again. Then it sunk in. "Oh Harry, you slept in your contacts, didn't you?"
He gave her a goofy grin then rubbed his leg against hers. "Well, I didn't exactly have an opportune time to take them out last night."
She laughed and then hopped out of bed, putting his wand back in the drawer. She turned back around, smiling that his eyes had been focused on her lower region, then offered her hands to him. "Come on, bathroom time."
He shook his head and took her pro-offered hands. Once in his bathroom, she shoved him towards the sink. "Contacts, out."
He sighed dramatically, turned towards the mirror and began taking out his contacts. "Yes, dear." Hermione smiled and grabbed his toothbrush and started brushing her own teeth. Harry laughed and poured some mouthwash into two paper cups. "I hope you don't have anything contagious."
Hermione smirked and spit into the basin, wiping her mouth as she stared at him pointedly in the mirror. "Well, if I do, I think you were more likely to get it from fucking me, not me using your toothbrush."
He smiled and rolled his eyes, taking his toothbrush from her and began brushing his own. "Such a mouth on you."
She gargled the mouthwash, spat, and then turned to face him. "I seem to recall you liking my mouth on you."
Harry slapped her ass as she walked towards the bathtub. "Oh, you are saucy this morning."
Hermione smiled as she bent to turn the faucets on. Looking over her shoulder, she shot Harry a look. "Oh, did I forget to mention I had amazing sex last night? It kinda brings it out of me." Turning back to the water, she waited until it was the perfect temperature then pushed the knob to turn on the shower.
Walking up behind her, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. "Mmm, that's funny, 'cause I had some pretty good sex myself last night?"
She spun around in his arms and stared up at him, indignantly. "Pretty good? Oh, only pretty go-" He cut her off when his hand gripped the back of her neck and his lips crashed down on hers. When he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, she let out a breathy moan. "I guess you're forgiven."
He smiled and kissed her full on the lips, his tongue sliding languidly into her mouth as he bent down, grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her onto his hips. He stepped into the shower and let the water cascade down their intertwined bodies before slowly set her back down on her feet. Breaking from the kiss, he leaned her against the wall then seductively ran his tongue around her lips. "Mmm, minty."
Hermione laughed and pushed him towards the shower spray. "I don't know what your intentions are, but we are solely in this shower to get clean." Harry got a hurt look on his face then shrugged it off and picked up a bar of soap and lathered his hands. He then kneeled in front of her, grabbing her left foot. She gasped when he started massaging his fingers into her flesh. Her eyes fluttered close and she had no choice but to fall against the tile wall. "Oh, what are you doing?"
He kissed the spot just below her knee then continued to suds her up. "I'm washing you, of course. What does it feel like I'm doing?"
"Torturing me?"
He smiled and nipped her inner thigh, then rubbed the skin with his hands. "Your rules darling, not mine." He grabbed the bar of soap, re-lathered his hands, and repeated the process up her right leg. He intentionally skipped over the place he wanted to be most and started rubbing her belly and sides. He very briefly cupped her breasts before moving onto her arms, working his way to her fingertips. When he started trailing his fingers back up her arms, he noticed her eyes were still closed and she was biting her bottom lip. He smirked and grabbed the soap for the last time, getting a good lather, and slowly ran his hand down her stomach. He rested his fingertips at her centre and nudged his nose against hers. "I think we still need to clean here, yes?"
She nodded numbly and snaked one hand into his hair, keeping his head close to hers. He nudged her legs open with his knee and gently began stroking her with one finger. A soft sigh of delight passed her lips. "Oh…"
Harry continued his slow movements on her, enjoying the way her hips would buck, trying to get him to move faster, but he would have none of that. Moving his fingers down, he allowed one to enter her, taking a moment to relish in her hitched breath, then pulled out completely and planted a kiss on her nose. "Okay, I do believe you're clean dear. Do me a favor and hand me that shampoo bottle?"
Harry's grin was victorious as he placed himself under the shower spray and let the water fall over his overheated body. But it would be short lived as Hermione knew how to give as much as she received. Slowing her heart rate back to normal, she kicked off from the wall, grabbed the shampoo bottle and stood behind him. Pouring a small amount into her palm, she pulled him slightly backwards so he was out of the spray, and began massaging his head. He couldn't help the small moan that ripped from his throat. She moved in front of him, letting the water hit her neck and travel down between her breasts. Pulling him forward, she raked her fingers through his hair as the water pounded the top of his head. As her fingernails scraped against his scalp, he had no choice but to grab onto her waist and softly dig his fingers in. Convinced all the soap was out, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, pressing her breasts to him, and slowly pushed him back. Keeping one hand on his back, she bent slightly, dragging her hard nipples down his stomach muscles and picked up the shampoo bottle. Harry groaned when her chin came in contact with his growing erection, but she simply returned to a standing position and began washing her own hair.
The score was now even.
As her head was bent backwards under the water, she wasn't surprised when she felt a hot mouth on her neck. "You vicious, vicious woman."
Before she could even get out a retort that he was just as bad, she was pulled away from the water and pushed against the tile wall. In the next second, her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was driven inside her. She clutched the back of his neck as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Lost in the feeling of being stretched and filled, she clenched her muscles around him and sighed. "Oh god, Harry…"
His mouth searched out hers as his hips began to slam against hers, their wet bodies causing a high intensity friction. His tongue began matching the movements of his thrusting and Hermione couldn't stop herself from biting it lightly, then pulling it into her mouth to suck on it. Harry growled deep in his throat and pulled her hips away from the wall slightly so he could get a deeper angle. On a particularly hard thrust, Hermione's back arched up and she sunk her short nails into his shoulders. "Oh... Oh do that again." Harry was only too happy to oblige.
Wanting him to feel the same things she was, she started rolling her hips in time with his. Grunting in approval, his head dropped to her shoulder and he grabbed her ass in both hands, pushing her up and down on him. Feeling her release coming, Harry reached between them and began frantically stroking her clit. Hermione's thighs tightened around him and her stomach muscles quivered in anticipation. "Please don't stop… Oh god!" She bucked her hips against him roughly and clenched his cock painfully tight.
Harry's thrusts stopped and he fell against her, biting into her shoulder. "Hermione!" His voice was thick with arousal as he held her hips in place.
She pushed herself off the wall and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Foreheads and chests pressed together, she began sliding up and down on him again, short quick thrusts that had her toes curling, extending her orgasm to levels she never even knew existed. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her two more times, and then claimed her mouth as he came inside her.
Gently putting her back on her feet, they leaned against each other as they struggled for breath. Harry reached over and shut off the now cold water, then turned back to her, dropping kissing all over her face. He smiled down at her, a very noticeable twinkle in his eyes. "Just getting clean, she says…"
She laughed and smacked his chest. "You should know better than to start something you can't finish… I had a duty to women everywhere…"
He threw a hand over his heart then one to his forehead. "Oh good lord, now I'm responsible for the needs and wants of every woman on the planet…" He stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels. He wrapped the first around her and then tucked the second one around his hips. He looked around the room, tapping his chin. "Well, if I'm to take on this task, I do believe I'll need a bigger bathroom."
She rolled her eyes as he opened the cabinet and fetched his glasses. Slipping the black square frames on, he then grabbed a third towel from the closet and began towel drying her hair. She smiled up at him, always touched by the sweet little things he did for her. "I wish you would wear your glasses more often, you look so stunning in them."
He laughed and started drying her face and neck. "Any other requests?" He sat her down on the toilet seat and kneeled down in front of her, running the towel up and down her legs. He looked back up when she didn't answer right away and saw she was tapping her fingers together. "Oh, don't even ask me to 'hawk it' more, because I do every time you ask."
Hermione giggled and ran her fingers through his hair, trying in vain to get her mini Mohawk to appear that she loved so much. "That's the point Harry, I shouldn't have to ask you. You should realize how hot you look with it and want to do it all the time."
Harry grimaced and smacked her hands away, immediately flattening his hair back down the best he could. "Hermione, it's Sunday, we have no plans to leave the house, and I am not putting product in my hair…" She looked down at him with big wide eyes and her bottom lip sticking out. "Oh, and you can put that away Miss Granger, I am impervious to your pouts."
She tucked her arms against her chest and looked away from him. "Fine…" She felt him stand up and walked towards the mirror. She mentally counted down in her head. When she felt his hand on her shoulder, she smiled and turned back around. He was holding a small lime green container in his hand.
"What I do to make you happy Hermione…" She squealed and clapped her hands together, pure mirth on her face. She stood in front of him and he grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto the sink counter in front of him. She opened her legs to him and he sunk in happily.
Removing the towel that was wrapped around her body, she ran it over his head a few times, getting it partially dry. Opening the container, she put a dime-sized amount in her palm and then rubbed her hands together. He bent his head and she began stroking it through his hair. Getting it the way she wanted, she twisted around and turned on the faucet, washing the remaining product from her hands. Using her discarded towel to dry her hands, she looked up at him and her breath caught. She reached forward and cradled his head in her hands, running her thumbs over his stubble. Bringing his face towards hers, she gave him a long, sweet kiss. They broke apart and she smiled up at him.
"Damn, you look good."
He looked down at her naked form. "Ditto." He grabbed her waist again and helped her off the counter. Picking up the towel that dropped, he re-wrapped it around her.
As they walked back out to his bedroom, she grabbed her shoes and clothing from the previous night and turned towards him. "Ron and Luna should be stirring soon. If they're feeling up to it, I was thinking maybe a light lunch and then just hang out at the pool."
He smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect."
"Okay, I'm going to go grab my stuff. I'll be back." She shuffled out of the room as Harry pulled on his swimming trucks and an old t-shirt. He had just thrown his towel in the bathroom hamper when she returned, holding a pile of fresh clothes and a caddy holding her tanning supplies. She pulled her towel off and chucked it at him. He caught it and threw it in the hamper with his. When he turned back around, she already had the bottom portion of her peach string bikini on. He smiled when he saw the metal of the heart shaped cut out, that rested above her rear, glinting at him. Lucky metal.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice her holding out the strings of her top to him. "Harry?"
He walked up behind her, tying the strings together. "Tight enough?" She nodded and slipped on her shorts and tube top. He grabbed her caddy then linked her arm with his. "Ready?" She smiled, took his arm, and they walked down to the kitchen.
They both had to laugh at Ron and Luna, who were already sitting at the island. Ron had a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses on and the hood on his sweatshirt was pulled tightly on his head. Luna had her hair pulled up in a sloppy ponytail, was missing an earring, and had a glazed expression on her face. Hermione held her hands up to her mouth, "Oh, you guys look terrible."
Ron winced at her voice and croaked out. "Hermione, could you tone your voice down a notch or two? I don't think the howler monkeys on Mars heard you…" Harry clamped his hand over his mouth and turned away from them. "Yeah, thanks Harry, I'll remember that the next time you're… Wait, why aren't you guys hung-over?" Harry turned back to him, holding the kettle up. "Blasted tea."
Hermione couldn't help but point out the obvious. "Well, Ron, if you hadn't been so horned up last night, you could have had some and avoided-"
Ron waved his hand at her. "You. You just stop talking, you're not helping."
She sighed and turned towards Harry. "Should we take pity on them?"
Harry nodded and turned around, already starting to prepare his next batch of tea, making sure to bang the kettle against the stove a few times. Ron's distraught voice made him chuckle. "Harry! That is so unbelievably not funny…"
Once the tea was finished, Hermione pulled two mugs down and let Harry fill them while she pulled a few cubes of ice out of the freezer. Placing the mugs down in front of them, they had to laugh as Ron reached for it eagerly, and drank it down in three big gulps. He put the cup down and tentatively pulled his glasses down. He groaned and slid them back up his nose. "Oh, it still hurts. What about you baby?"
Luna had just finished her cup and set it back on the table. She looked up to the ceiling, as if the answer was written there. She brought her attention back to Ron. "A lot better, actually."
"Oh, what the fuck? I mean, that's good Luna, I'm glad you feel better… But why do I still feel like crap?"
Harry laughed and brought the kettle over. "You're a lot bigger than Luna and you probably drank a lot more. Here, drink at least two more cups and you should start feeling better. Luna, are you hungry? We were getting ready to make lunch."
At the mere mention of food, Ron grabbed his cup and kettle and wandered into the living room. Luna giggled at her retreating boyfriend's back but then turned her attention back to Harry. "I'm famished, actually. What's on the menu?"
Hermione opened the fridge and pulled out a few items. "We're eating light because we're going out to the pool afterwards. Sandwiches and fruit okay?"
She nodded and got up to help her. Harry saw they had everything handled so he pecked Hermione on the temple and started walking towards the living room. "I'll go check on Ron."
As soon as he was out of earshot, Luna stopped washing the fruit and turned towards her friend. A knowing smile took over her beautiful face.
"So, what's it like having sex with Harry?"
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References and Inspirations:
"Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5 (From "It Won't Be Soon Before Long")