A/N: Again, nothing is mine. I just borrowed the characters you recognize from JK Rowling's books and put my own spin into this story. I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am enjoying writing it.
Wow! Thanks so much for the reviews! They're awesome and I was so excited to read them all. Some of them were laugh out loud funny. I hope this chapter makes up for the disappointment some of you expressed at their slow pace in getting it on!!
There are definitely some OOC parts in this story, but they fit in with the rest. I guess I'm a rebel at heart and like to see these characters have fun since the first part of their lives was spent fighting, worrying, and basically escaping death at every corner. I think it's time they have a bit of fun, don't you? Since some of you are anxiously awaiting their coming together (pardon the pun), here's to raising more eyebrows! Cheers.
The Morning After
Hermione was awake by six out of habit. She never bothered with alarms since her internal clock never failed her. She opened her eyes and stretched. She got up slowly and walked into her bathroom. She had a huge room thanks to some magically added spaces. It was more like a suite than a room, if she was honest with herself. Her bathroom had a shower stall as well as a Jacuzzi. Her walk-in closet was huge and Ginny had helped her fill it up with wonderful clothes and shoes. She even had a fireplace and a small sitting area in front of it. Her recliner was made of the finest leather and she felt like she was sitting in a cloud every time that she sank her body into it. Bless that Harry Potter for getting it for her last birthday. It had come accompanied by a rare, first edition copy of Hogwarts, A History. Hermione refused to think about how much he had spent on the gifts.
Another reason why you love him so much, The Voice inside her head insisted on reminding her. Who else would think to get you more books? It is not as if you need any!
"Oh, shush," she said aloud as she stripped and walked into her shower stall. Warm water cascaded down her body and she felt her body relaxing. She showered taking her time, since she had packed the night before and could indulge herself. She even washed he hair and took the time to use the shaving charm over her legs, underarms, and more intimate body parts.
When she was done, she put on her underwear, smiling as she though about Harry. How would he react if he knew that she loved wearing g-strings? All of her undergarments were sexy and feminine. All of her bras and panties matched and left little to the imagination. The only time she did not wear them was during that hideous time of the month, and even then, those undergarments were sexy as well. They just covered more! Thank Ginny and her overly feminine side for teaching her the finest points of being a woman and learning to love her body.
After the war, they had come back destroyed and depressed by so much death and despair. After a few weeks of feeling miserable and down, Ginny had taken Hermione shopping in London. They had spent tons of money, but it had been worth it. She had learned to deal with her hair, to do her make-up, and to dress better. Who would have thought that the girl they called `bookworm' had such a sensual side? Hermione looked at herself in the mirror appreciatively and smiled. Oh yeah, her tomboy years were definitely over.
The entire time she had been at Hogwarts, she'd only had time to worry about her studies and staying alive for one more year. She'd never found the time to simply enjoy being a girl. While Lavender and the Patil twins had learned all about make-up and hair potions, she had been fighting one strange creature after another next to Harry and Ron.
But all of that had changed after the war and she had definitely made up for lost time. True, everything she bought or did concerning her appearance was done with Harry in mind, but she was not going to dwell on that particular point.
Mmm, hmm, said The Voice. She chose wisely to ignore it.
She was wearing khaki carpenter shorts that exposed a lot of her legs, a light blue shirt that showed off a bit of her tattoo, and leather sandals. Her toenails were painted a light pink. She did a quick drying charm on her hair and put her curls up into a loose ponytail. She put on a leather chocker around her neck and its matching bracelet went on her arm. They were also gifts from Harry. Her Rolex went on the other arm. Being brought up as a muggle, she was used to wearing a watch and after the war was over, her parents had rewarded her with the expensive watch. She put on a couple of platinum rings on her fingers and platinum hoops on her ears. After adding just a touch of make-up to her face and spraying some perfume on her throat and wrists, she grabbed her overnight bag and went downstairs to meet Harry.
She knew she looked cute and ready to play. She hoped Harry liked it.
Don't say a single word, she warned The Voice sternly.
I don't have to this time, you seem to be figuring it out by yourself, came the snotty reply and Hermione had to laugh out loud. The nerve!
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Harry was in the kitchen filling a thermos with hot coffee when he heard Hermione calling out his name from the living room.
"I'm in the kitchen," he called out.
She came in and walked over, leaning against the counter next to him. "Hi."
He turned to look at her and smiled appreciatively. His gaze went from her hair to her toes. She noticed that his eyes lingered on her legs and breasts.
"You look cute," he told her when his eyes reached hers again.
"Thank you," she said as she did her own once-over of him.
He was wearing a similar outfit, but his shorts were longer, and his shirt was a green color that closely matched his eyes. She had gotten him the shirt for that same reason. On his throat was a braided leather string from where a small gold snitch hung. She'd had it made especially for him and he rarely took it off. His leather sandals matched hers since they had bought them together on a resent trip to the beach.
See? said The Voice. You even dress alike and give each other gifts that have a lot of significance. You go on holidays together. Do you need any more proof that this is meant to be or are you becoming daft as you get older?
"Like what you see?" he asked her as he moved over in front of her placing his hands on the counter and trapping her in-between.
She looked up into his smiling face and could not help but smile in return. "I would have to say yes."
He lowered his head to her neck and took a deep breath. "Do you wear this perfume so much because you like it or to make me crazy?"
His breath against her sensitive skin made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She trembled when he placed a small kiss on that same spot.
"I, err, that is…" her voice trailed off on a sigh when he opened his mouth over that sensitive spot and his tongue licked her skin.
"What's that?" he asked humorously as he continued to torment her with soft kisses and nips of his teeth. Her hands were now at his waist, pulling him closer without noticing she was doing so.
"Maybe of you stop doing that for a just a minute, my mind would respond normally again and I would be able to give you a smart answer Harry," she finally managed to say as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips making him crazy with need.
"That's your problem, Mione, you think too much," he said and brought his mouth over to hers, kissing her deeply before she had a chance to protest. His hands went to her waist and hers moved up his chest and wrapped around his neck.
The kiss was long and wet. He took and he gave. She did the same. Her fingers played with his hair and his fingers played with the soft skin on her lower back. He pressed against her and she could feel the beginning of his erection against her belly. She pulled back and gasped, resting her forehead against his chest.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Do you like it?"
"I can become addicted," she admitted as she looked back into his face. His eyes seemed clouded with need.
"That's a good thing because I'm already addicted to yours. It's me who should be asking that question," he finished and lowered his head to hers again.
This time the kiss was longer and more passionate. He could not get enough of her. He ran his hand up her back, caressing her skin softly. He reached the back of her bra and his fingers encountered lace. Unable to stop himself, he followed the lace from her back to the sides of her breasts and felt her breath catch. Feeling bolder, he moved his hands to her front and finally cupped her, squeezing softly.
Hermione dragged her mouth away from his and took a shuddering breath. "Harry…"
"Yes, love?"
Hermione did not know what to say, so she did the next best thing and bit his neck softly, drawing a groan from him. He was still caressing her breasts and her nipples were hard. He rolled them between his fingers gently and she gasped again.
"I need more than that," she whispered against his neck. Had she really said that out loud? she wondered wildly.
He was more than happy to oblige. He lifted her shirt up and looked down at her. Her lace bra was a light blue color that matched her shirt. He could see how hard her nipples were and he lowered his head to one and flicked his tongue over it. She moaned as her fingers ran through his hair, bringing his mouth closer to her. He cupped her arse and lifted her so that she was sitting on top of the counter. He spread her legs and settled in between.
While he kissed her hungrily, he undid the clasp of her bra and removed it, caressing her breasts delicately as he did so. He cupped her again and groaned into her mouth when he felt how soft they felt in his hands.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Tell me to stop."
Hermione had to think about that one for a second. Stop? Was he mad? She took a deep breath and debated what to do. Her rational mind shouted: stop this instant you crazy fool. But her heart was screaming at her to let go and enjoy the moment. She did the only thing a brilliant person in her situation would do. Hermione pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I don't want you to stop. If fact," she said as she grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, "I want very much to continue."
His smile was her reward. "I was hoping you'd say that! What about our trip?"
"It's about half past seven, Harry; we have the rest of the day for that."
"I love the way you think, Mione."
"I'm glad, Harry, but will you shut up and kiss me already?"
He wasted no time. He did not just kiss her; he made love to her mouth while his hands roamed over her body, caressing, touching, and driving her crazy with want. He cupped her arse and pulled her closer to his erection, rubbing gently against her.
"Harry. Upstairs. Now."
"Yes, ma'am," he said as he grabbed her by the waist and apparated them to his room. Once there, she let her legs slide down while still kissing him. Boldly, she ran her hands down his muscular chest to the waistband of his shorts. While one hand went to work on unbuttoning it, the other squeezed his arse.
"You're driving me crazy, Mione," he all but whispered.
He gasped when she cupped him and squeezed. He hadn't realize that she had lowered his shorts and his boxers down and now held him in her hand, her fingers caressing his wet tip softly. She started moving lower, trailing wet kisses down his chest and running her nail lightly over his skin. She finally went down on her knees and licked his tip while he buried his fingers in her hair.
Hermione had never been so bold in her entire life. Then again, she'd never trusted another man as much as she trusted Harry. That same trust emboldened her to keep on going, and if she was to go by his moans, he was enjoying the attention she was giving him immensely. While her mouth pleasured him, her hands kept on squeezing his arse, keeping him just where she wanted him.
After a few minutes of sheer torture, Harry could not take it anymore. He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up. "If you don't stop that, this if going to be over before it has begun."
He quickly took off her shorts and gasped when he saw the rest of her underwear. There was so little of it he wondered why she bothered with it at all. Had he known this little tidbit of information, he would have made his move on her a lot sooner! He turned her around, his eyes taking all of her body in.
"You are absolutely beautiful, Hermione," he said as he lowered his head and kissed her again. He ran his hands appreciatively over her exposed arse and played with the little bit of string that held her panties together.
He finally lowered them down and his fingers went to find her feminine spot. When his fingers encountered nothing but smooth skin, he broke the kiss and looked down, raising his eyebrows at the discovery.
"I like it better that way," she explained shyly when he looked at her, unable to hide the surprise from his face.
"I do, too!" He pushed her back against the bed and she sat down on it. He kneeled in front of her and spread her legs once again. He lowered his head, and without giving her time to wonder or protest, he flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot. Hermione's hips shot off the bed, but he grabbed her waist and held her in place as his mouth fully opened over her. He licked, he sucked, he bit, and he devoured her with a hunger he had never experienced before in his life.
Suddenly she grabbed his head and made him stop. He looked up at her questioningly.
"I want you inside of me when I come, love."
He rose from the floor and she settled in the middle of his bed. Before he lowered his body unto hers, he put his palm against her belly and murmured a contraceptive charm. Her love for him grew for that simple, yet caring, gesture.
He finally settled on top of her and kissed her. She could taste herself in his kiss and that made her desire grow even more. She ran her hands up and down his back, massaging the muscles, bringing him as close to her as possible. He caressed and suckled her breasts. After a while, kisses and caresses were not enough.
"Don't make me wait any longer, Harry," she practically begged.
"Then take me," he said as she opened her legs wider and he buried himself slowly into her.
She moaned. He groaned. They gasped. Together, they started moving as one. Harry moved slowly at first, letting her get used to him, but then she urged him on with her hands and hips and he let go of his inhibitions. His rhythm picked up and she met him thrust by thrust, encouraging him with sweet words and kissed.
And just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, her world exploded into a millions stars as she cried out his name. He pushed into her a few more times and then gave in to his own explosive climax. After, he lay panting on top of her as she hugged his body fiercely.
A few minutes later, he turned on his back, bringing her body with him, so she was laying on top. She rested her head on his chest and willed her pulse and breathing to come back to normal. He caressed her hair softly, his fingers playing with her curls.
"That was amazing," he said as he let his hand rest on her lower back.
"Nothing short of brilliant," came her answer.
"Better than chocolate cake?" he asked, and she could hear the laughter in his voice.
"Oh, love, as good as that cake was, it had nothing on you!"
"Well, I aim to please,"
"Bless that aim, Harry James Potter," she said as she looked at him and wiggled her eyebrows.
She wondered idly what had happen to the line she had told him she was not ready to cross just yet. Not only had she crossed it, she had done a silly little dance over it.
Well it's about bloody time, too, said The Voice.
She could not agree more.
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