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Mr. & Mrs. Evans
Chapter 1: Deep Thinking
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"So how did you like Dr. Kindleman?" asked Hermione as she began to unbutton her blouse in her organized walk-in closet.
"Ehh," sounded Harry sceptically from the bathroom. "Waste of time wasn't it? We don't need a marriage counsellor for us to talk about how we met, do we? Plus that Kindleman bloke looked like he was eyeing you up the entire time," he finished returning his tooth brush to his mouth as his wife walked out in a skimpy silk night gown. His eyes roamed up her smooth long legs all the way up to her pert and adequate chest. The one thing Harry always appreciated about his wife of about five or six years was that she had an incredible body, something that was amazing to him seeing that she spent most of her time behind a posh desk in her fancy office or in styled meeting rooms giving instructions to people. He was never aware of her going to the gym or anywhere that would render her exercising.
Harry was about to take his tooth brush out and comment on her appearance when she continued with the conversation, "Don't be silly, he's a marriage counsellor, he's paid to sit there and listen to our problems."
"He wasn't exactly asking us about our problems today, now was he? I'm not paying £150 an hour for the great lump to have us talk and pretend to listen while he's checking you out."
"Well, I thought it was a great session today." said Hermione throwing some water over her face, as if that comment alone would end the disagreement.
"Whatever makes you happy then sweetheart," Harry responded fitting a string of floss tightly between his fingers.
"That's right, our next appointment is two weeks from Wednesday," Hermione said before giving Harry a chaste kiss on the cheek and walking down the short hall to their awaiting king sized bed.
Hermione snuggled into the heavenly warm comforter, closing her eyes and mind preparing for sleep to come. She thought back to the days previous therapy session. She sighed. Six years ago it would have never crossed her mind that her and her husband would end up with such a loveless and plain marriage that they would be forced to seek professional guidance. Actually, if she was being completely honest with herself, she never even would have suspected that her marriage to Harry would last this long. 'Under the circumstances...' she thought to herself nestling deeper into the blankets.
She thought back to that fateful afternoon in Nice six and a half years ago...
It was her first mission out of the academy. There she was, Hermione Jane Granger, top of her class in all seven years at Beauxbatons, a now fully trained auror, on her first assignment as Hermione Troy (the cover name the ministry had provided for her), out to prove herself that she could do this. But of course, as fate would have it, she was about to be caught by French authorities who were no doubt under the command of the dark wizard Gaspard Michel, who she was supposed to be patrolling undercover. She didn't know how they could know who she really was because she hadn't thought she did anything wrong so far. Just a few questions and a little subtle prying that Monsieur Michel didn't seem to care about at all.
She took a deep breath, telling herself to stay calm and collected, as she walked into the lobby of a random hotel pretending that she was there to check in. She heard yells in French coming from behind her. She turned around to see about seven bulky men dressed in black body suits with small artillary guns glued to their hands running in her direction. She quickly ducked out of line and made a bee-line for the bar off to the right of the entrance. She approached the counter and fingered her wand that was quietly laying in her wrist holster underneath her long sleeved jumper. She didn't know what was going to happen but she did know that as soon as those men had her outside the hotel and away from the muggles' innocent eyes she wouldn't hesitate to use magic.
"Madmoiselle!" a deep French voice shouted in her direction.
She took a deep breath before turning around, "Yes?" she asked hoping to throw them off with her English.
"Are you travelling alone?" another hostile voice asked back in English, still with a heavy accent.
She looked at the two different guards, gripping her wand nervously. "I-"
"There you are honey, I've been looking everywhere for you." sounded a different male voice. Hermione turned to see a tall, lean but muscled man with wild raven hair and the most gorgeous green eyes she had ever seen. He came up to her wearing a crooked grin and slipped an arm around her waist while kissing her forehead, "Where have you been?"
"I, um," the guards continued to eye her suspiciously, "I was shopping in the square."
"God, I hope you didn't max out my credit card," the man laughed easily before turning to the seven guards all wearing scowls on there faces, "Can I help you gentlemen?"
"Non monsieur," said the first guard, eyeing Hermione one last time before turning on his heel and signaling for his men to follow.
Hermione exhaled, allowing her mind to comprehend what just happened, honestly not believing her luck. She planned on just turning around, thanking the man, and then going back to her own hotel where an owl definitely would be waiting for her to scold her on what she did wrong. But when she turned she was met with an overwhelming feeling as she stared into pools of emerald green.
"Close call, huh?" he asked staring at her with a smile on his face.
"Um, yeah... thanks."
"No problem. Can I get you a drink?" he asked jerking his head toward the bar where bottles of expensive liquor stood proudly on their shelves, all the while continuing to smile and look into her eyes.
'God, this man is gorgeous... one drink wouldn't hurt...' "Yeah sure," she replied also smiling back and not breaking contact.
"I'm Harry," he said holding a hand out for her to shake.
"Hermione," said Hermione placing a delicate hand in his, their eyes never leaving each others'.
"Very nice to meet you, Hermione." She loved the way her name sounded off his lips. They continued to stare into each other, her hand still in his as his thumb stroked over the backside of it, small smiles lingering on each others' faces.
"Likewise," she said softly ignoring the two shots of tequilla that were just placed in front of them.
Hermione smiled to herself as she played over the events of that day. A small blush crept onto her cheeks as she remembered what happened that night, which despite the amount of liquor consumed by both her and Harry, was still quite an exhilerating expirience for her that she remembered quite well.
After hours of salsa dancing in one of Nice's little outdoor discos they had made there way back to Harry's hotel room, soaking wet from the sudden storm clouds that showered over them without guilt, an almost empty bottle of tequilla grasped in Harry's hand and Hermione's small purse in one of hers. As soon as the door thudded close Harry led Hermione over to a small table in the corner of the room next to his large un-made bed. Without thinking Harry threw his room key onto the floor, away from them, and sat down in the single chair next to the table with Hermione standing in front of him. He brought the bottle of tequilla to his lips to take a quick drink as his hungry eyes wondered up Hermione's wet form. The thin white sundress she was wearing now clung to every curve of her soaking body, leaving him little to imagine but still wanting more. His eyes danced up to her chest and he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because he could see her nipples erect from the cold under the forsaken cloth. His eyes finally went to her face drinking in her delicate features; her creamy skin, her chocolate brown orbs, and finally those full pink lips that were so desperately waiting to be kissed.
She smiled, knowing that he was taking her in and liking what he seen. She gave him a chesire grin before taking a step closer and lowering herself onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He smirked at her and looked into her eyes not wanting to ever look away. Her hand started at the nape of his neck and traveled down his arm to finally meet the hand that was holding the remains of the tequilla. She pried it from his grasp and brought it to her lips. Still looking at him she tilted her head back to allow the strong liquid to flow down her mouth and throughout her body, burning every inch on the way.
He grinned at her as she finished, his hands starting to roam their way under her dress and up her firm thighs, peeling the annoying cloth away from her skin as he went. With one hand perched on her hip he started to pull her in so her mouth was hovering over his. He brought his other hand up from under her dress to cup her face.
There was a slight surge as Harry brushed his lips over hers. She leaned back to look him in the eye before Harry again pulled her in. When their lips met again Harry wasted no time in tracing her lips with his tongue, already hungry for more.
The bottle in Hermione's hand dropped and shattered as their tongues met stroking against each others feverishly. Hermione moaned deep in her throat when Harry pulled her closer to him, making her aware of just how affected he was already.
Her hands made quick work of removing his damp button up shirt, throwing it haphazardly on the floor. Now her hands and fingers had free roam of his broad muscled chest that tightened under her grazing touch.
She gasped suddenly as Harry's thumb pressed into her clit. Her head lolled back, all rational thinking now way, way out the window. Harry took advantage of the new stretch of flesh now available for his enjoyment. He glued his lips to her neck sucking and nipping slightly with every pleasured moan she made.
"Bed," she whispered before tangling her fingers in his wet hair and bringing his lips back to hers. He tightened his grip on her before lifting them both from the chair. Taking two long, well-aimed strides he landed them on the bed with him covering her up with his aching body.
He lifted her up slightly so he could slither his hand underneath her to reach the zip of her dress. He grinned in her mouth when his fingers finally landed over the small strip of metal and started pulling it down at a torturously slow pace. She groaned as the tips of his fingers brushed over her back. She could feel a rock hard member pressing into her stomach. She didn't mind in the least.
After what seemed like forever her dress was unzipped and the hem was pushed up around her waist as Harry's hands continued to explore over her wet heat, often pressing at her most intimate spots.
Hermione, feeling impatient, quickly threw the wet material off herself and brought Harry's attention back to their now joined mouths. His calloused hands softly skimmed over both her breasts, their size fitting perfectly in the palm of Harry's now squeezing hands.
"Ohh, fuck Harry," moaned Hermione as her eyelids snapped shut so she could just live in the feel of him carressing her.
"What's that Hermione?" he asked with a wolfish smile.
"Why do you insist on torturing me?" she asked lowly. His thumbs were now running underneath the waisteband of her knickers.
"Because you taste to good to speed through," he whispered in her ear before kissing her hard on the mouth and slipping her knickers off. His fingers were quick to begin stroking the inside of her thighs, then her hot folds. Hermione was squirming underneath him and he broke this kiss to look into her eyes with their noses touching. He slowly let one finger sink into her sex.
"Ohh," she gasped as again her eyelids snapped shut in pleasure. He brushed a kiss to her lips and pushed in another finger and started pumping in and out. With waves of pleasure building up in her she didn't notice Harry slip down her body until he withdrew his fingers.
She lifted her head up from the bed just about to sound protest when she seen him place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, and then another, all moving closer to her throbbing mound.
"Harry... please..." she breathed out with clenched hands.
Harry smiled and placed a kiss right on the uppermost part of her thigh, "You want me to 'Mione?"
"Yes." Harry smiled again, reaching a hand up to be placed over Hermione's fist. He bent his head down again and placed a small kiss on her clit. Another farther down her folds, before finally plunging his tongue into her essence. His tongue stroked over her as she began to cry his name. He grinned to himself, this was more pleasurable then he ever thought.
Sensing Hermione's release was coming he lifted his head back up and moved up her body, placing two kisses on both breasts, before reaching her opened mouth and delving his tongue into her again. She responded immideately with just as much vigor if not more. An eager hand moved down his back waiting to be met with the leather of his belt she knew he was wearing. However meeting no such belt, or any fabric once so ever, she broke the kiss and looked at him.
"Your pan-"
"Off," he said jerking his head toward the floor opposite the bed. 'That's strange... I don't remember him taking his trousers off.' thought Hermione as Harry's mouth continued to smother her neck in damp kisses. 'Doesn't matter really... it's not like Harry could banish his pants off or anything.' She smiled to herself and then thought of an idea.
Hermione's hand moved swiftly down the length of Harry's body to his aching member poking into her thigh. He groaned her name as her delicate hand palmed his length, her thumb occasionally brushing over his tip and rubbing in the pre cum she found there. Right when Hermione was working up a nice rhythm Harry stopped her.
"I want you now," he growled in her ear huskily as he got in a better position between her legs and she complied by placing both legs on either side of him.
She could feel his tip pressuring her entrance and she only hoped that this wouldn't hurt as much as she'd heard it would. Wrapping one arm around his shoulder and her other gripping his bicep, she readied herself for the pain she knew would come.
Harry began to breath harder as he nuzzled his head into her shoulder with one hand clutching her waist to him and the other supporting his weight so he wouldn't crush her. He was about to thrust into her when something stopped him about an inch in. He looked up thoroughly confused searching for her eyes. He seen tears collecting in the corner of her eyes as they looked at each other.
"Sorry," she whispered, wondering if he was going to stop now that he realised she had never done this before. He merely shook his head and kissed her tenderly.
When they parted for air he whispered back in her ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."
She nodded wondering how he was going to keep that promise. Her eyes closed again waiting for him to continue. As he looked at her laying there breathing with her eyes closed he couldn't help but feel something that he knew was different than lust or desire. Smiling to himself he placed a hand to her stomach and squeezed lightly.
Hermione felt a sudden warmth fill her body completely. She opened her eyes to find Harry staring at her with a small smile. He came over her and kissed her before burrying his head back into the crook of her neck. Biting on her shoulder lightly he pushed into her quickly. She let out a muffled moan, before letting out a few short raged breaths. Harry started kissing the side of her neck to take her mind of the pain as he started to move in her.
She could feel the pain ebbing away and was replaced by intense pleasure she had never felt before as Harry rocked back and forth in her. His head was still burried into her neck and she could tell it was getting hard for him to control himself.
She squeezed the hand that was grasping at her waist tightly to get his attention.
He looked up at her with dark forest green eyes. She smiled at him softly, telling him it was okay for him to move faster. He leaned his head down to capture her lips in another heated kiss.
His thrusts became faster and deeper, burrowing away in Hermione's hot shelter. Each cry and whimper Hermione emitted was building up, he himself couldn't stop a few groans of her name from escaping him. She felt amazing underneath him, and to be moving inside her, to be the first to claim her prize was making him breath harder and harder and move at a more frantic pace. Before long Hermione was clutching at Harry's shoulders, her nails carving little crescent shapes into his skin. Her breaths became short and raged, each containing it's own whimper of bliss.
Harry couldn't hold out much longer, and he was determined to send Hermione into pleasure induced stasis.
"Come for me, 'Mione," he rasped out before kissing her fully on the lips.
She let out a cry as she was driven over the edge. Her walls clenching around his shaft had an instant effect on him and he was soon pumping in and out of her quickly, having her milk him of what he's worth.
She remembered how sweet Harry had been to her afterwards. Just laying in bed, holding onto her, with her head nestled into his chest. When the morning rays woke her from her slumber she remembered Harry leaning against the door frame that led onto the balcony, in the same attire from the previous night, and holding a simple white Lily in his hand. He was just looking at her with those peircing green eyes, a smile on his lips like he was looking into heaven itself.
That look still made her blush when thinking about it...
"Hermione!" said Harry in a tone louder than needed.
"What?" she asked quickly sitting up and looking at him standing next to the door.
"Did you remember to water the grass like I asked you too?"
Hermione sighed, "No. Sorry, I'll do it in the morning."
"No, I'll go do it now," he said pulling on his bath robe and walking out of their room.
She sighed again laying back heavily against the matress.
'What happened to the passion between us?'
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Thanks a lot for all the great reviews… that was like one of the best responses I've ever had to a first chapter. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter, you can leave your comments on the way out. I'm going to be really busy working on a project for the next four months, (my company has really rocketed off and we're being booked all the way into April), but I've decided to update all my fics every Sunday, working a little here and there when I can.
Thanks again for reading!