AN: Okay so I'm still sick, lucky you! Here is another long chapter! Happy New Year everyone!! And here's to hoping it is much, much better than the last. For me personally, it couldn't be any worse.
Just One More Thing
Chapter 34
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It was early Monday morning when Hermione's eyes began to flutter open. She woke up and sighed happily when she found that she was still wrapped up in Harry's arms. The day before when Justin had left, they had headed straight to bed where they were to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening. They made love for most of yesterday, only getting out of bed when they were feeling hungry. The wizard who was snuggled comfortably behind her hugged her to him even tighter if it were possible, exhaling heavily as he started to nuzzle the back of her neck.
"Harry?" she whispered, wanting to see if he was awake.
Just because his hold on her tightened it didn't mean that he was awake, most times he'd strengthen their embrace when he was fast asleep. She didn't get a reply and had no plans to disturb him; it was Monday which meant that he had work today, as did she, but she wanted him to sleep as much as he could. She glanced at the clock which read 6.42am. He had forty eight minutes of sleep left before the alarm would wake him from his slumber.
Hermione usually woke up before the alarm went off but she had no intention of moving. Instead, she began stroking the strong arm that was draped protectively over her stomach. She turned her head slightly to plant a kiss on Harry's other arm which was tucked under her head; she had been using it as a pillow for the majority of the night and was sure that he wouldn't be able to feel it when he woke up.
Another sigh of contentment escaped her mouth as she allowed her eyes to close. Her thoughts drifted back to yesterday, when Harry agreed to pay a preposterous price for a wedding cake that she had wanted. Ok, so he wanted it too, but only up to when he found out what it cost. Still, when he knew that she would be disappointed if she didn't have it, he caved.
And then there was what he did for her yesterday morning.
He went to Hogwarts and saw to it that she could have her wedding where she had dreamed of ever since they were children. When he told her that they were going to get married in the castle, she thought her heart would come out of her chest. It appeared that he had remembered every dream of hers that she had told him about when they were growing up, and was determined to make them come true.
He had even bought her Flourish and Blotts.
She knew that he wasn't perfect, nobody was, but he was the closest thing to it she was sure.
Her mind then went back to the past week, when they had exchanged words about honesty and not keeping things from each other, or rather him not keeping things from her. Hermione couldn't help but be upset when he hid things from her, but to be fair to him, he was getting much better at opening up. She couldn't be too hard on him, after all it was all new to him and even when he had a little slip up, he eventually came round in the end. She could see the reasons for his incapacity to open up so easily, especially after the way he was treated when he was younger, but only now was she more likely to accept them.
At least now he was opening up more. He was opening up to her and she considered herself to be lucky for that.
It was simple. The man that she was currently wrapped up in loved her more than life itself and he now acknowledged that someone else had the same feelings for him, no matter how much he thought it wasn't possible when he was growing up, much to Hermione's relief.
In the end they both had their faults. His fault was his inability to be honest all the time no matter how much it could affect her. Her fault was her inability to let him spoil her all the time without having some sort of opinion. But both of them situations she realised were improving all the time, as their relationship got stronger and stronger, every second of every day.
It all made sense really.
He did things for her that he knew would make her happy because that was what he lived for. Who was she to stop him if that's what he wanted? She lived to make him happy too, which was one of the main reasons that there was now a baby growing inside of her.
Her eyes opened and she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Hermione Granger was the cleverest and brightest witch of her age, and she knew that if she hadn't wanted a baby at that point in her life, there wouldn't have been one. Not because she would have had an abortion, the very thought alone made her sick to her stomach, but because she wouldn't have gotten pregnant in the first place.
Oh sure she had let Harry believe that it was a just a huge surprise which to be truthful it had been, but if she hadn't really wanted it deep down in her heart, it would have been prevented no matter how carried away they got. She had told him originally that he would have to wait at least three years before she would even consider having children, when the truth of it was she didn't want him to have any idea just how powerless she felt when it came to him. She would try and give him anything that he asked for. But then, she must have made him feel the same way, the wedding cake situation yesterday being the prime example.
He gave in so easily. Because of her. She had done exactly the same thing. Well, sort of.
Hermione knew that Harry Potter's biggest wish in life was to have a family, so she wanted to give it to him, sooner rather than later. That was why she probably accidently on purpose forgot the birth control charm at the quidditch game that day, and the night that they had given each other their virginities. The only reason they didn't get caught that night was because Harry had remembered, but then he soon started to forget. It was all too convenient on both their parts.
Hermione was suddenly taken from her thoughts when she felt velvety lips begin kissing her shoulder lightly.
"I wish you wouldn't think so hard in the morning," a deep voice said from behind her. "It doesn't half give me a headache." Hermione glanced over her shoulder and found Harry looking down at her. "Good morning beautiful," he said, dropping a kiss in the crook of her neck.
"Have you been reading my thoughts again?" she asked, loving how adorable he looked first thing in the morning.
"No," he replied in mock offense. "Trust me, my thoughts are much more fun than yours are, especially when we're in bed together naked."
"Wanna bet?" Hermione challenged playfully. She turned in his arms so that she could snuggle into his chest.
"So, were you thinking about anything nice?" he asked whilst stroking her back.
"Yeah," she answered softly, gazing into his emerald depths. "I was thinking about you."
"You were?" he asked feeling touched.
"Uh-huh," she told him, the look he was giving her making her feel light headed. "You and our baby."
"I stand corrected," he said quietly, his heart in his throat. "Your thoughts are better than mine after all."
Hermione reached up and stroked the side of his cheek. "To think there was a time when I thought that I'd never have this."
Harry knew that she was referring to their relationship, it was a thought that he'd had many times himself only he choose not to dwell on it, the idea of them not being together was virtually unbearable now. "You always had me Hermione," he told her honestly. "I think you know that."
"And you've always had me," she whispered. "From the first second you met me."
It was the truth. They may have dated other people during the course of their young lives, but there was only one that they had given their hearts to, and that was each other.
Harry looked thoughtful. "It would be interesting to see what it would've been like had we'd told each other how we felt in school."
Hermione grazed his chin lightly with her fingers. She too had considered the same thing, but accepted in the end that fate had its own rationale. "We weren't ready for it then Harry. We have to believe that everything happens, or rather doesn't happen for good reason."
Harry continued to rub her back affectionately. "You know if I had to go back and live my life over, I would gladly go through my entire childhood all over again not changing anything, if it meant that I'd end up right back here with you."
Hermione immediately felt butterfly's in her stomach. "You would?"
"In a heartbeat."
Everyone knew the story of Harry's childhood, and the fact that he would be prepared to lose those most important to him, and go though all the heartache he'd experienced over the years for a second time just so that he got to be with her, made her fall in love with him even more.
"You make me so happy," she said, her eyes beginning to glisten.
"It's what I live for," he told her kissing her forehead.
****
Draco began to stir from his slumber and instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed. He was hoping to come into contact with a warm body but felt nothing. He opened his eyes sleepily and found the space beside him empty. He sat up in bed wondering where his wife had gone to, when he heard what sounded like someone retching. He pulled back the covers, got out of the warm bed, and made his way into the bathroom.
Poking his head inside the door of their en suite, he found his wife on her knees hunched over the toilet holding her hair back. She was being sick. Draco approached her slowly and crouched down beside her. She soon noticed his presence and glanced at him before heaving again. He started to rub circles on her back as he peered into the toilet, making a face when he saw what was inside.
"Man, that is a lot of puke," he said tonelessly.
He flushed the toilet as Ginny pulled her head back. She was as white as a sheet. He got up and found a flannel on the side. Turning on the cold tap in the sink, he put the flannel underneath the water then rinsed it with his hands. He turned around and saw that Ginny was now sitting up against the wall.
"Here," he said handing her the flannel.
She took it and smiled appreciatively. "Thanks."
He reached up into the cabinet above the sink and took out a tumbler. After filling it with cold water, he went and sat down beside his wife.
"You ok?" he asked handing her the glass.
"I will be in a sec," she replied sounding tired. "This part of being pregnant sure does suck."
"You should go back to bed for a while," he said warmly.
"I can't I have to get ready for work."
Draco thought that was out of the question. "You can't go to work feeling like that."
"Draco, I'm not `sick' sick," she said taking a few sips of water. "I'll be fine in a few minutes."
Her husband didn't look convinced. "Ginny, I'd feel a lot better if you just stayed home for today. Seriously babe, you look like shit."
Ginny usually loved the brutal honesty that they had with each other; it was one of the best parts of their relationship. They could say what they wanted, when they wanted, and neither of them gave a shit. But this time around, it bothered her for some reason.
"Thank you," she said sarcastically.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You know, you don't always look so hot yourself in the morning!" Ginny said sounding pissed off.
Draco didn't look offended by her comment and just smiled at her. "Ok, is this like some kind of hormone thing?" he asked sounding amused. "Would you like me to go get you some potion for it or something?"
Ginny stared at her husband as if she wanted to kill him, and then lifted the glass a little in the air. "Oh I don't know, would you like me to stick this up your arse?!"
Draco opened his mouth widely pretending to be shocked, and then started grinning madly. "How do you know I'm into that?"
Ginny huffed dramatically as she got to her feet. She was even more infuriated when she looked down and saw him beaming up at her. "You insensitive prick!" she spat, and then stomped out of the bathroom leaving Draco still sat there.
The smile on his face didn't fade even when she trudged out of the room. He knew that she didn't mean it. He found it to be quite funny to be honest, though he'd never tell Ginny that. Seamus had already told him what to expect from time to time during Ginny's pregnancy, namely the mood swings, which is why he wasn't put out by the way she was acting.
"Oh well, just under eight months left to go," he thought to himself. "Merlin, help me."
****
Harry sat at the dinning table having just finished his breakfast. He'd already showered and dressed and was now just idly flicking through the paper until it was time to leave for work. He heard light footsteps and raised his head to see Hermione walk past him in a silk robe, her hair still wet from her shower. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she went over to the kitchen area.
"I already made your special tea," he said causing her to turn around. He put his paper aside and pointed to a mug that was in front of him on the table.
She walked over to him and sat down on his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist. "Thank you," she said pecking his lips.
"You are more than welcome," he said kissing her cheek. "How come you're not dressed I thought you were going to work today?"
Hermione started playing with his hair. "I am but my shift doesn't start until 9.30am."
"Pfft, alright for some," he joked.
Hermione reached for her drink. "Mmmm, an extra half hour. Lucky me."
"Cheeky," Harry said, pinching her playfully causing her to shriek funnily. She was lucky she didn't spill her drink on him. "So, you wanna do lunch today?"
"Oh I'd love to," Hermione said sipping her drink. "But I can't today."
"Why not?" Harry asked a little disappointed.
"Because I have to have a talk with my boss," she replied.
Harry waited for her to continue but she didn't, instead she took another sip of her drink. "Because?" he questioned, wanting her to elaborate.
Hermione put her drink down on the table and started tracing his jaw with her fingers. "Because today my dear, is the day in which I hand in my notice."
"Really?" he smiled, happy with that piece of news. Hermione had been unhappy with her job for a while now and he was glad that she was finally doing something about it.
"Yes really," she confirmed, the happy look she saw on Harry's face unmistakable.
Hermione knew it was time to move on and explore other avenues. She had got everything that she could out of being a healer and now wanted to try something different. Her mind had been made up for a while, but when Harry surprised her with the bookstore it was finally time to take action, the first action being handing in her resignation at St Mungo's.
"Well for what it's worth, I think that you're doing the right thing," he told her supportively.
"I do too," she said agreeing with him.
A strange look then crossed her face and Harry picked up on it straight away. "What is it?" he asked.
"Oh nothing really," she said shaking her head. "I just don't like the idea of Flourish and Blotts being closed up for two weeks."
Harry nodded in understanding. "That's how much notice you have to give huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well you have holidays left right?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"A few."
"Well why don't you just ask if they can include them as part of your notice?"
"I never even thought of that," Hermione said. "It's worth asking I suppose."
Harry hugged her to him. "Even if you can't, two weeks isn't that long."
"Yeah I know but still, I just can't wait to get started with that place," she said excitedly.
Harry felt very pleased with himself when Hermione's face lit up as she talked about Flourish and Blotts. He knew it had been a dream of hers to own it, and he was overjoyed that he was the one that got to give it to her.
"You'll do it proud," Harry said with certainty. "Just like everything else you do in life."
Hermione found that she didn't know what to say to that, so she did the first thing that came into her head, she kissed him.
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The day went by pretty quickly and Hermione couldn't be happier at how hers had turned out. She had taken Harry's suggestion and asked her boss if she could sacrifice some of the holidays that were owed to her in order to cut down her working notice. Her boss agreed easily, saying it was the least she could do seeing as how dedicated Hermione had been whilst working at the hospital. Because of this, she now only had to work at St Mungo's for a further two days. She was ecstatic.
She went home that evening a little later than usual and expected to find Harry home already. She couldn't wait to tell him the good news. Stepping through the door of their flat, she was surprised to see Ron scurrying through the living room with his wand in his hand. He lived there but it was a rarity to see him around these days, as he usually spent most of his time at Luna's place.
"Hi Ron," she greeted him closing the door.
Ron stopped in his tracks, looked at her and smiled widely. "I'm moving out."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Something I said?"
"Luna's asked me to move in with her," he announced happily.
Hermione put a hand to her heart. "Well that's great news."
Ron was clearly beaming. "Isn't it though?"
She held her arms out to him. "Come ere."
Ron went over and embraced his best friend tightly. "Can you believe that someone other than you and Harry wants to live with me?"
Hermione giggled and broke the hug. "Luna is a very brave woman."
"She's the greatest," Ron said dreamily.
"I'm really pleased for you Ron," Hermione told him sincerely.
"I'm really pleased for me too," Ron admitted. "I never thought I could be this happy."
Hermione immediately thought of Harry. "I know what you mean."
"Well I'm just starting to get some stuff together and then I'll be out of your hair," Ron said.
"Ron this is still your home," Hermione pointed out.
"Sorry Hermione," Ron winked. "Not anymore it's not."
Hermione couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her best friend look so joyful. She was glad that he was getting his happy ending along with everyone else. "You'll always have a home where Harry and I am Ron. You know that."
The redhead was touched by his friends comment, and wasn't sure what to say. He never was good in those kinds of situations so he said the first thing that came to him. "Well thanks Hermione that means a lot to me." They both stood there smiling when Ron glanced at his watch. "What time does he get in nowadays anyhow? I was hoping to share my news with him. He's usually home by now right?"
Hermione glanced at her watch and wondered the same thing. Ron was right; Harry was normally home by now. She had worked later than usual today and had expected to find him home when she got in. "I don't know where he is. Maybe he got caught up at the ministry."
"Yeah I guess," Ron shrugged.
Neither of them was really that worried. It wasn't uncommon for Harry to get caught up at work. The only thing Hermione hoped is that it didn't have anything to do with that idiot ex boyfriend of hers.
As if Harry was reading their minds from afar, Hedwig landed on the windowsill behind them with a letter clutched in her beak. Hermione quickly went over to open the window and took the letter in her hand. Petting the owl gently, she reached to the side for some Eyelop treats that Harry kept there handy. The owl ate what was in Hermione's hand, nuzzled it affectionately, and then flew away.
After shutting the window, Hermione opened up the letter which read:
To my gorgeous, beautiful, darling, sexy, angelic, heavenly, stunning, exquisite...you get the gist...Hermione,
I'm really sorry but I have to work late tonight. I can't go into detail in this letter due to security reasons but I will tell you about it when I get home. What I can say though is that something has happened that is causing everyone here at the ministry a right ball ache!
And before you start to worry the answer is no, it has nothing to do with that tit head ex arsehole of yours.
I love you so much sweetheart, and trust me when I say that I'm working as hard as I can in order to get home to you as soon as possible.
Love, your Harry.
Hermione held the letter to her chest and smiled at his consideration. She was a bit disappointed that he had to work late, but at least now she knew she didn't have to worry.
"Everything alright Hermione?" Ron asked standing behind her.
"Yeah," she replied. "My Harry." "Everything's fine."
****
It was 12.28am when he got home. He had had the day from hell, which was a shame seeing as how it had started off so promisingly. He tiptoed through the apartment and quietly crept into their bedroom, desperately trying not to wake the witch who was in bed sound asleep. He undressed silently in the dark, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. When he was down to his boxers, he lifted up the covers and climbed into bed, but not before knocking his kneecap against his bedside table.
"Ah Fuck!" he yelped loudly, before collapsing onto the bed and clutching his knee in agony. Light instantly filled the room and he looked up to find a wand pointed in between his eyes. "Hi baby," he managed to get out.
"Harry, what on earth do you think you're doing?!" Hermione asked hotly, before lowering her wand. "You scared the living shit out of me!"
The pain in his knee was fading but he was still grasping it tightly as his head hit his pillow, and he met her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't want to wake you," he replied innocently.
Hermione looked at his cute face and grinned at the irony of his answer. She put her wand back on her bedside table and noticed that the clock read 12.33am.
She looked round at him in disbelief. "Please tell me that you've not just got in."
"I'm so tired," he said forlornly, still rubbing his knee.
Hermione face immediately softened. "Oh you poor baby," she said nestling down next to him. He finally let go of his knee as Hermione pulled the covers over them.
"Come ere," she said and opened her arms to him. He went to her in an instant, draping his arm over her stomach and laying his head on her chest, already starting to relax after his stressful day at work.
"Nox," she whispered, the light from the room disappearing. She wrapped an arm across his shoulders, and it wasn't long before his eyes started to close as she began tenderly stroking his hair. "What happened at work today?" she asked him gently.
"Mm," he mumbled, already half asleep.
"Harry?" she tried again.
"Mm...Tomorrow," he managed to get out.
Hermione smiled inwardly and placed a kiss on the top of his head. She could wait till tomorrow to find out what had happened today. This was different from when he didn't tell her things before, her poor love was absolutely beat and he needed his sleep, and she could tell from his heavy breathing that he had already nodded off. Angling her head slightly so that she could see his face, she looked down and saw a small grin tugging at his lips. He looked so adorably cute.
Happy that the man in her arms was completely content, she lay her head atop of his, and fell asleep soon after.
****
"What fucking time do you call this?!" Ginny yelled at her husband.
Draco had only just walked through the door after being kept at the ministry along with Harry. He had an idea that his wife would be angry, but he couldn't have predicted this.
"Ginny," Draco spoke in a hushed tone. "The neighbours."
Ginny pulled her wand out of her robe and rose into the air. "Silencio!" She glared at her husband. "I'll ask again, what fucking time do you call this?!"
Draco sighed. "I sent you an owl explaining that I was going to be late."
"Yes but you didn't specify how late," she said annoyed.
"That's because I had no idea how late I was going to be," Draco tried to reason. "Hence the word `late'."
"I was worried sick about you," Ginny said a bit calmer.
"Then for that I'm sorry," Draco said yawning. "Look can we just talk about this tomorrow, I'm shattered."
Ginny watched as he sluggishly headed towards their bedroom. She raised a hand in the air and extended her index finger. "Erm, where do you think you're going?"
Draco stopped and looked at her barely able to keep his eyes open. "I'm going to bed."
Ginny snorted. "You're not sleeping in there tonight."
"What are you joking?" he asked incredulously.
Ginny approached him scowling. "Does it look like I'm joking?"
Draco kept quiet as he watched his wife walk into their bedroom and slam the door shut. Seamus talked about the hormone and mood swings but this was ridiculous. If the is what she was like after a month, what was she going to be like after two or three? Draco shivered as he knew the number went up to nine. His thoughts were disrupted when the door suddenly opened and a pillow hit him square in the face. He barely had time to register what had just happened before the door slammed shut again.
He looked down at the pillow in his hands. "How the fuck am I going to survive this?"
****
The next morning Harry reluctantly allowed his eyes to flutter open. He was lying flat on his back and had been having the most incredible dream which had felt so real, so real in fact that he felt as if it was still happening. He had a wonderful sleep last night wrapped up in Hermione's arms, boy did he need it, and he had woken up feeling as if he was floating. He stretched both arms out sideways and looked to the side of him where Hermione should have been but wasn't. He frowned slightly then scanned the room, which was when he noticed a lump under the duvet near the bottom of the bed. He lifted the covers to investigate and suddenly realised that he hadn't been dreaming earlier after all.
There under the duvet, looking up at him like the cat that got the cream, was the woman he'd reached for when he woke. Her eyes were full of lust and all he could do was let his eyes roll into the back of his head, as she took him into her mouth. How did she get his boxers off without waking him up? Oh yeah. Magic.
He felt warmth surround his cock as Hermione started to suck on him gently. Getting over the initial surprise of her actions, he looked down in time to see her head start bobbing up and down slowly, her fingers cupping his balls and squeezing them delicately.
"God Hermione," he sighed blissfully, only just managing to keep the covers held up enough to watch her. His arms were beginning to shake from the intensity of what was happening.
Her eyes looked up and met his causing him to twitch slightly, the sight of his dick between her lips making his control diminish quite quickly. Hermione suddenly released him from her mouth much to his dismay, and pushed the covers off of them completely revealing her naked body. She raised herself up on all fours, a vision that was to be etched in his mind for some time to come.
"Now you can relax," she purred, before leaning down and taking one big lick of his now colossal hard on.
Harry gripped handfuls of the bed sheets as he watched Hermione grip him in her hand and start moving it up and down. Her mouth was soon on him again as her hand began moving more urgently. She kept up with the actions and let her tongue concentrate on the engorged head. She swirled her tongue around his end, flicking it playfully, before using her free hand to start massaging his balls again.
Harry sat upright and leant back on his hands not once taking his eyes from her. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer if she kept this up. Hermione noticed that he'd sat up so she released his cock again and raised her head so that it was level with his, but didn't stop fondling him with her hands.
"Was I doing something wrong?" Hermione asked suddenly feeling self conscious.
Harry raised a hand and stroked her hair. "Baby you weren't doing anything wrong, I just want to be inside you when I come."
"Oh," Hermione said blushing. "I see."
"You know you look really something on your hands and knees," Harry said huskily.
"Excuse me," she said grinning.
"Really fucking sexy," he said teasing her lips with is own.
Hermione had an idea and began backing away from Harry at a snails pace, crawling off of him over to one side of the bed. He watched with his mouth agape as she raised herself up on her hands and knees and looked seductively over her shoulder at him.
"What are you waiting for big boy?" she asked him teasingly, before facing forward.
How he didn't shoot his load there and then he would never know. Harry loved it when Hermione acted so brazen, and he loved even more the fact that it was a side of her that only he would ever see.
It was for him and no one else. Only him.
Still amazed at Hermione's bold action, he got up onto his knees and shuffled up and across the bed until he was right behind her bottom. He never got to see it this close up usually so he didn't realise it until now, but Hermione had one gorgeous arse. He'd have to pay more attention to it more often. Starting right now.
Harry let a hand reach up and run over Hermione's folds causing a whimper to come from her lips, as he found that she was already so wet and ready for him. He took his cock in the same hand and spread some of the wetness that was on his fingers over it, before he positioned himself at her entrance. He placed the swollen head of his rigid cock inside her and then grabbed her hips firmly. He was about to impale himself inside her when a firm voice stopped him.
"Harry wait," she spoke in a serious way.
"What's wrong?" he asked staying completely still.
She looked round but didn't look at him directly as she felt a little bit embarrassed, but she had to get this out. "The thing is I'm told that this position is rather...acute shall we say, and you are rather large. So I was just wondering if you could...you know...go easy on me?" When Harry didn't reply, she finally turned her head enough to meet his eyes and was horrified to find that he now looked frightened to death.
"Damn Ginny," she cursed silently.
It was one of those times with the girls when they got into a conversation about sexual positions. This particular chat took place not long after they found out that Harry and Hermione were officially in a physical relationship. It was very convenient to say the least and when the doggy style position came up for discussion Ginny, as always, had some words of wisdom.
"The most important thing to remember about this position Hermione is its heightened sensitivity," Ginny told her dreamily. "The angle that he penetrates you at can be fucking delicious, but if Harry is as big as you claim him to be, he must take his time. If he doesn't, then his dick will end up going places that it shouldn't, and you'll be crying out in pain, not in pleasure."
Lavender noticed Hermione's horrified look and swatted Ginny's arm. "Gin stop it, you're scaring her!"
"Scaring her?!" Luna said aghast. "She's scaring me!"
Hermione remembered the conversation vividly, and she knew all about Harry's penis going places it shouldn't, she had experienced it. But she knew that she had nothing to worry about really. If she asked Harry to take it slow, she knew that he would, he always did when she requested it.
But by the look on his face at the moment, she was afraid that she'd put him off completely. Hermione did the only thing she could think of. She could feel the head of his cock still resting within her, and pushed back slightly to take more of him in, but he held her still.
"Harry, its fine," she said trying to reassure him. "Really. Just take your time."
"Are you sure?" he asked croakily.
Hermione nodded with a smile and then looked straight ahead again, clutching the pillows beneath her. Harry looked down and watched in awe, his length gradually disappearing bit by bit as he eased forward, groaning at the tightness that surrounded him. He eventually started to thrust in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace, his body shaking from the effort. Hermione spread her legs further apart and grinded backwards, trying to encourage him to go a little bit faster.
"Oh," she whimpered, when he hit a wonderfully tender spot.
Harry paused, looking at her with concern. "Did that hurt?"
Shaking her head, Hermione reached behind herself with one hand and covered one of his that was on her hips.
"No," she told him honestly. "That felt really good."
"Good," Harry smiled to himself relieved. He thrust into Hermione again, and heard her release another sigh. He kept thrusting in and out of her slowly like she had asked, careful to make sure that she got just as much enjoyment out of this as him.
Keeping the hand that was covered by hers on her hip, he leant over her slightly, letting his other hand reach underneath her to cup her breast gently. He kneaded it for a while, and squeezed the nipple lightly, when he felt Hermione begin to speed up her movements.
"This feels so amazing," Harry said, placing a kiss on her back.
Hermione finally understood Ginny's comment about the `fucking delicious angle' that your lover could penetrate you at when doing it this way. "You're telling me," she panted.
Harry grinned and took his hand away from her breast so that he could grip her hip again. He cautiously began speeding up his thrusts to match Hermione's movements, and then again looked down to see his cock going in and out of her wetness. It was some view and it was taking all of his self control not to explode right at that moment. He was transfixed. Seeing his dick sliding inside of her and then back out, each time glistening more and more with her feminine juices, was enough to send him over the edge.
He was getting close, but there was no way he was going to come, without the woman in front of him joining him.
Harry kept up his steady thrusts as he reached under where they were intimately joined, and searched around for the tender nub hidden somewhere in Hermione's hotness. He ran his fingers all over her, causing Hermione to shudder.
"Fuck that feels good," Hermione cursed in pleasure. She rarely swore but there was a time and place for everything and this was one of those times.
Harry then found what he was looking for. He pressed and rubbed, before rolling her firm nub gently between his fingers, his thrusts not wavering. Little moans and whimpers escaped from Hermione's parted lips as she began to pant even heavier than before. He could feel more heat and moist begin to radiate out of her at this point, as her moans became more frequent and louder.
"God Harry," she moaned breathlessly. "I'm so close."
"Me too baby," Harry got out, keeping up his thrusts and his teasing flicks to her clit.
It was seconds later when his balls began to tighten. "Hermione...I'm gonna come."
"Give it me," she pleaded out of breath.
Harry watched his cock go in and out a few more time before he threw his head back and grunted loudly. "Arrrh!"
"Keep going," Hermione gasped. "I'm so close."
He held his breath and tried to keep plunging in and out, but he could feel his masculine essence racing through his length, and he wasn't going to be able to stop it for much longer. It was then that he heard the most beautiful of sounds.
Hermione cried out loudly and her whole body began to shake. "Oh...Oh god!"
That was it. As soon as Hermione's orgasm hit her, he could no longer keep his at bay. He plunged in one last time, and erupted powerfully inside her. "Arrrrh!!!"
Hermione felt him shoot out his hot fluid within her, and reached behind her to keep him where he was. She got up carefully so that he wouldn't slip out and kneeled upright, pushing her back onto his chest. Harry fell backwards slightly so that he was now sitting on the balls of his feet, taking Hermione with him. He immediately let his head fall into the crook of her neck, and his hands reach up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them firmly while he continued to spill into her.
She reached up behind her and cupped the back of his head, keeping him close to her. She soon felt him begin to soften inside her, but not so much that he'd slip out of her entirely. She loved him being connected to her so intimately, and wanted it to last as long as possible.
"Did I hurt you?" he murmured into her neck.
"No," Hermione told him truthfully, her heart beating wildly at his consideration for her. "You felt absolutely incredible," she said out of breath, still trembling from her orgasm. She closed her eyes and sighed blissfully when she felt him start to gently nibble her ear. One of his hands then released one of her breasts, and glided downwards to stroke her stomach.
"Hermione?" he whispered into her ear.
"Mmm?" she sighed, still lost in the feel of him.
"That was the best wake up call I've ever had," he told her still caressing her body.
Hermione grinned gleefully, before turning her head slightly to meet his lips. He returned the kiss strongly, realising it was the first time he'd kissed her since he'd woke that morning. His hand which had been stroking her belly up until that point leisurely started to move smoothly up her front. It travelled in between her breasts where his other hand was still fondling her firmly, and up her throat, before it finally cupped the side of her face.
He poured all the love and devotion he felt for her in the kiss, and it wasn't long before he felt himself harden again. He steadily began to thrust up into her, his lips never leaving hers, Hermione moving with him.
Moments later, a frantic knocking on their front door made them stop suddenly.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Harry groaned in annoyance.
Hermione fully understood his frustration. "Great," she sighed in utter disappointment, and started to move away from him.
Harry didn't let go and started moving inside her again. "Leave it," he whispered against her neck. "They'll go away."
The knocking continued.
Hermione considered Harry's logic for a few seconds, she too desperate to continue making love with him, when her head eventually overruled her heart.
"It could be important," she said swiftly, before reluctantly raising herself up from him and letting his hard length slip out of her. She whined instantly at the loss.
Harry still wouldn't let go of her and pulled her against him again almost cruelly, a yelp of pain escaping her lips when he forced her onto his length again. "Fuck Hermione, I said leave it!" he told her roughly. It had come out much harsher than intended, causing Hermione to turn around and look at him with a hurt expression marring her face. Harry felt guilt consume him at a lightning pace. "Oh god," he said feeling disgusted with himself. "Hermione... I'm sorry."
She regarded him impassively after his apology. "Take. Your hands. Away. Now." Her tone left no room for argument and Harry finally released her. She looked intently at him one last time before scrambling away from him and getting off of the bed.
"Hermione?" he said quietly, but she simply ignored him.
The knocking became more consistent and Hermione opened the bedroom door.
"Just a second!" she shouted loud enough for their early morning caller to hear.
Harry watched from the bed in silence as Hermione slipped on her robe and left their room without so much as looking at him.
He felt awful about the way he had just spoke to her and treated her physically. He hadn't meant to say or do what he did; he was just so wrapped up in her at that particular moment and hadn't wanted the feeling to end. Surely she could understand that. But then whether she did or not was irrelevant. He was completely in the wrong to treat her like that, and if she asked him to stop, then he should have stopped that very second.
Harry felt sick as he remembered the hurt look in her face. "It was almost as if she was afraid of me."
All he knew at that moment was that he had to make it up to her. And so help him god he would do just that, but now was not the time to feel sorry for himself.
He leapt off of the bed and pulled on some jeans, wanting to find out who had interrupted their morning. It was going perfect until whoever it was had showed up and started banging on the door.
"They better have a good reason!" Harry thought, before leaving the bedroom.
The knocking was relentless as Hermione approached the front door.
"Alright, alright, alright," she shouted whilst tying her robe. She smoothed her hair back and opened the front door, wondering what on earth could have caused this particular person to come to her and Harry's apartment at this time of the morning.
Harry eventually got to the door and stood behind Hermione, also surprised when he saw who it was. "Dean?" he asked in confusion.
Dean Thomas was stood in their doorway with a serious look on his face. "Do you think I'm shallow?" he asked.
Harry and Hermione looked at him gone out.
"No come on," Dean gestured towards himself. "I can take it. Do you think I'm shallow?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Dean, have you been smoking those funny fags again?"
Even though it was rare, the girls knew that all the guys at some point enjoyed the occasional splif, and they knew it made them do stupid things too.
"No," Dean replied honestly.
Hermione folded her arms. "It's 7.45 in the morning Dean! And you mean to tell me that you've come over here, knocking on our door like a madman, to ask us if we think you're shallow?!"
Dean looked between them, only then noticing their dishevelled looks. He couldn't stop himself from smirking. He knew that it was early and that they could have just woken up, but he also knew what the `just been thoroughly fucked' face looked like, and both of them had it. "I've interrupted something haven't I?"
Harry was just about to say `yes', before Hermione spoke up first.
"No you haven't," she said strongly. Harry glanced at her a little upset, and then felt his heart jump into his mouth at what she said next. "Nothing important anyway."
Harry looked as though he'd been flattened.
Dean looked pointedly at him and raised his eyebrows, his mouth forming an `o' shape. There was an uncomfortable silence until Dean remembered why he was there. "So, do you think I'm shallow?"
Hermione glared at him. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
Dean just smiled at Hermione's icy tone, and turned to Harry. "Well?"
Harry half smiled and then nodded. "Yeah."
Dean looked as though he'd been hit with an epiphany. "Huh."
"Is that all?" Harry asked, desperately wanting his friend out of the way so that he could talk to the woman in front of him.
"Yeah thanks," Dean nodded, satisfied with outcome of his visit. "I'll see you guys later. Sorry to have disturbed you."
He disapparated away, leaving Harry and Hermione bewildered by what had just taken place in their doorway.
Hermione finally closed the door and turned around to find Harry looking at her. "Did you mean that?" he asked faintly
Hermione folded her arms and stared at him fiercely. "What?"
Harry's heart was still in his throat. "When you said that it wasn't...important."
Hermione's anger started to fade quickly when she saw utter trepidation in his eyes. "What do you think?" she asked him quietly.
Harry was relieved to hear the softness back in her voice. "Hermione, I'm so, so sorry. It just happened...and what I said came out completely...wrong."
Hermione heard the sincerity behind what he was saying, she knew that he'd never hurt her feelings on purpose. She rubbed his arms affectionately and gazed into his eyes. "You can't ever talk to me like that Harry," she said gently. "I'm going to be your wife, and the mother of your child. You can't speak to me or treat me like I'm a...whore."
"I-I-I would never... p-p-purposely--"
"I know," Hermione said warmly, knowing what he was trying to say. "I know."
"I love you," he said nearly in tears. "And I'm so sorry if I made you feel like...that." He couldn't even come out with the word that she had used.
"I love you too," she whispered, and then leaned in to kiss him, smiling when she heard Harry let out a sigh of what appeared to be relief.
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The rest of the week flew by for Hermione. She worked her two days and then threw all of her time for the rest of the week into the bookstore, in order for it to be ready for the grand reopening the coming Monday. She had been in touch with Justin throughout the week, who had dropped into Flourish and Blotts whenever she needed him to discuss the wedding arrangements further, during which she had managed to pick out a dress that was fit for a princess. She couldn't wait for Harry to see her in it. The countdown to the wedding was officially on.
Two months, two weeks and one day till she became Mrs Potter.
It was Friday night and Hermione had just returned from another exhausting day at Flourish and Blotts. She entered the apartment lethargically, and after closing the door behind her went straight over to the settee and collapsed on it face down. She knew Harry wasn't home nor had she expected him to be, he had been working overtime all this week along with Draco, both her and Ginny complaining at the lack of time they had spent with their other halves that week.
There had been a scroll system crash at the ministry, which meant that hundreds of criminal's files had disappeared into thin air, and Harry and Draco were the lucky ones who got to head the case, meaning it was ultimately their responsibility to get back those files somehow.
Hermione had worked really hard at the store all week, but she always got home at 5.00pm at the latest. Harry on the other hand, got in at 10.00pm at the earliest. It was weird seeing as how they lived together, but she was actually missing him. They hadn't spent any real time together that week, Harry coming in late and then leaving first thing in the morning the following day.
Another thing that was bothering her was what had happened between them earlier that week on Tuesday morning. It wasn't the incident itself, as she had put that well and truly behind her, Harry had apologised and she had accepted. But ever since it had happened, Harry had been acting different. He wasn't being nasty to her or anything like that, he still kissed her and told her he loved her, but for the past few days it was as if he didn't want to touch her intimately.
He was tired because of work and she completely understood that. But last night when he'd gotten home the earliest he had been all week, she had tried to initiate sex, and he had refused her. They had been in bed watching television when she slowly sneaked an arm under the duvet, and wrapped her fingers around him. Harry then swiftly reached under the covers himself and gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him firmly.
It wouldn't have been so bad, only his excuse was that he was tired. She would have accepted that reason completely, if he hadn't managed to get a good two hours of TV in before he went to sleep. The whole thing had hurt her feelings tremendously. She had fallen asleep that night on her side with her back to him, tears streaming down her face. She even waited patiently for the comfort of his arm to drop over her waist as it had done every night since they'd started sleeping together, only it never came.
Now, as she lay on the settee going over the last few days, she decided that she would confront him about it tonight whether he was tired or not.
Something was going on, and she was determined to find out what.
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