NC-17
They spent the morning exploring the lake, Harry and Hermione in the canoe and their son paddling the kayak next to them. Later Hermione sunbathed as father and son did some fly-fishing, during which Ben questioned his father about the other realm were he was captured and what his life had been like while there. Later in the afternoon they all went swimming. After dinner they took a hike around the lake, so it was three tired people that arrived back at the cabin later.
Harry looked at his son and said, "you can have the room to yourself Ben, I'll take the couch tonight."
"Are you sure? 'Cause it's a king-size bed."
"No, go ahead. It'll be quieter out here I think."
Hermione started laughing. "Oh, let me guess, snore champ here kept you up last night?"
"Well…"
"It's OK Dad; when we went to the Final Four they put a pillow over my face to muffle the sound."
His father started laughing also. "She would murder me if she ever knew I told anyone else this, but your mother used to snore so loud I could sometimes hear her through the walls . So maybe it's some kind of genetic thing."
They laughed together and then kissed each other goodnight. Harry settled on the couch with the same smile on his face that he had begun the day with. Things had gone really well with his son; he had been interested in hearing about the long conflict that had held his father bound, and also about developing his powers further. It was apparent that each of them genuinely enjoyed the others company; they had talked and laughed together all day long. He once again marveled at the relationship between Hermione and their son. They were so easy together, more like old best friends than mother and son, laughing and teasing each other constantly. It warmed his heart to watch his son with her; contrary to the indifference so many kids displayed toward their parents, Ben doted on Hermione. He obviously loved his mother very much. "Like father like son," he said aloud to no one.
Visions of Hermione began to fill his mind. Her jumping on the bed this morning, her laughter as their son splashed her in the canoe, her excitement as their son helped him reel in his first-ever fish. Her soft smile, silky hair, and those gorgeous eyes that he drown in whenever he looked at her. His lovely Mione. Who was sleeping only a few feet away from his present position. Alone.
Harry rose and made his way silently into her bedroom. Standing beside the bed he watched her sleep for a moment, then bent down and began covering her face with soft kisses. She opened her eyes and smiled at him; raising her hand she brushed it across his cheek before bringing her lips up to meet his in a sweet kiss. "Hey," she breathed out.
"Hey yourself, gorgeous." He ran his fingers from her jaw over her cheeks and into her hair. "You want go swimming?" he asked with a wicked grin.
She kissed him again. "So you came in here to try to tempt me, huh?"
"No, I really want to go swimming," he answered, not quite able to keep a straight face. "I'm all hot and sweaty laying out there all by myself."
"Hot, huh?" Her eyes darkened as she looked at him; then sighing in resignation she said "that creaky front door will wake up Ben, and then he'll ask questions."
He smiled as he kissed the tip of her nose. "We'll just have to make our own door then." He pulled her out of bed, led her over to the window and raised his hand. Then, smiling widely, he dropped his arm and whispered to her "you do it."
"What? I can't do wandless magic Harry."
"Yes you can," he said as he took her hand and faced it palm up at the window. "Feel the energy- like when we connected with Ben to see Dunlin. Then picture the door and move your hand over the window slowly, "molding" the energy into a door."
She closed her eyes and concentrated, then moved her hand slowly down the wall, elongating the window into a door. When she opened her eyes she almost screamed at what she had done. "Oh my God! I don't believe it!" she said in an excited, hushed whisper. "I just imagined it and I did it!"
"You did great baby, but could you imagine a door knob so we could open it?"
She held her hand out again and after a minute sort of a knob appeared.
"Hermione? It's kind of, ah, lumpy," he said, waving his own hand over it to finish the job.
"Mr. Perfectionist."
They quietly exited and made their way hand in hand down to the lake. "Oh how beautiful," Hermione exclaimed as they looked out at the moonlit water.
"My thoughts exactly," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into his arms, kissing her. She pulled away after a moment and playfully said "how are we going to swim, we don't have any bathing suits."
He reached down and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt she had been sleeping in and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. Placing each hand on her shoulders he ran them down her back, pressing her against his body. "You're forgetting about your birthday suit."
Her arms wound around his neck as his hands ran down and over her bottom pressing her closer still. "That's why I love you Harry. You're always thinking."
"Want to guess what I'm thinking now?"
She shivered at the raw passion she heard in his voice. She stepped back out of his embrace and with a sly smile shimmied out of her panties, wanting to tease him a little further. She sashayed down to the lake and turned around to face him as she backed into the water. "Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to join me?"
He hurriedly stripped off his clothing and practically ran into the water as she giggled. "Are you in a hurry or something, Harry?"
He swam over to her and she moved herself backward, trying to elude his grasp. "Is there something you wanted Harry?" she said, still giggling at him.
He finally caught her arm and tugged her over to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Just the same thing I've always wanted. You."
Her arms went around his neck as they floated along. "And now that you've got me, whatever will you do with me?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe we could sing camp songs. Or build a sand castle. Or, wait, I have an idea." He took her mouth in a fiery kiss, ravaging her with his tongue and leaving her breathless. He pulled away to find her eyes heavy with desire and said "or we could do that."
"Yeah" was all she could say. As he always managed to do, he had turned the tables on her and was in control again, her teasing long since forgotten as she pressed her body against him and moved to kiss him again.
"So you like that idea? Because I kind of thought the sand castle thing would be fun."
"Shut up and kiss me again Harry."
He gladly obeyed her command. This time he was gentle, giving her slow kisses that left her whimpering for more. She ran her hands into his hair to urge him on, but he only continued his sweet kisses until she locked her legs around his waist and moved against him. In an instant his mouth was devouring hers and he began to move them out of the water, his lips never leaving hers. As he bent to lay her down on the shore she clung to him to keep her body from touching the sand. "Harry we're wet, we'll get sand stuck to us everywhere." He quickly waved his hand over the patch of sand and turned it into a blanket. As he lay her down upon it she smiled at him. "I could've done that you know." "Yeah," he said as he positioned himself over her, placing one thigh between hers and running his fingertips over her cheek. "But it would've taken too long."
He continued to caress her face as he stared into her eyes. "Hermione, today was incredible. It was the first time in so long that I felt… I felt…"
"Complete." She finished his thought because she felt the same way. "Now I want to make you feel completely loved."
Never removing her eyes from his she brushed his wet hair back and then ran her fingers down his face and along his jawbone, lightly down his neck and over his collarbone. She continued down his chest to his abs, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles under her soft hands. She loved the feel of his body and the feeling of power she had whenever she touched him like this. Feeling him open himself up totally in every way to her, sensing his needs and how much he wanted her made her feel like she could fly if he asked her to. As she folded her fingers down and ran the backs of her nails around to his back she raised her head to take his nipple in her mouth. His groan of approval made her heart soar.
Harry's arms were shaking with the effort to hold himself still over her while her hands danced over his back and her tongue played on his chest. Each touch, each kiss, each lick caused him to moan softly which just made her intensify her actions in an effort to drive him insane. It was working.
When he couldn't take anymore he brought her head up and lay on top of her more fully. Moaning "Mione, my Mione" before taking her mouth in a searing kiss, she felt his erection against her stomach and automatically responded by moving her hips. He ripped himself away from her and said in a breathless voice "don't I get some time to explore too?"
Her voice was just as shallow. "I'm yours Harry." She basked in a new wave of love from him at her words, and felt his lips burn a trail down her neck as his hands teased her breasts. Soon his lips were there also and his hands moved down her body, skimming up and down the length of her torso and then finally to her inner thighs. She could not contain the loud moan of pleasure that escaped her lips when he simultaneously sucked hard on a nipple and found her clit with his finger.
Lifting his head and smiling he said, "you know that sound is amplified when it travels across the water." She could only answer him with a push to his head to bring him down on her other breast. Finally he couldn't hold off any longer and brought their mouths together again as he spread her legs wider and began to enter her. She ended the kiss and breathed out, "I want to see your eyes while you love me, Harry."
He gazed into her eyes and their connection blew wide open, their thoughts and feelings melding together until they were one. One being floating on a cloud of love, moving together in perfect rhythm, each feeling the intense pleasure their body gave to the other. "Harry you feel so good inside me," she rasped out as her heels dug into the sand and her hands pressed on his butt to deepen his penetration. "Oh god, Mione," was all he could reply. She was so hot and wet, and as he moved in and out of her he could feel her desire for more, and the thought that it was him bringing her such ecstasy was as gratifying as the feeling of her moving under him, clenching down on him each time he entered her. As their rhythm increased their emotions deepened, heightening their senses and deepening their desire.
Overwhelmed by the perfect feeling of Harry loving her, Hermione's eyes slid shut and her neck arched as her head rolled from side to side. "Haaaaarryyyyyyyy…" She moaned his name in a never-ending chant, and with each utterance he plunged into her harder and faster. They both felt like they were drowning in a sea of pleasure.
Suddenly the strangled cry of her name announced his climax, and with a final pounding thrust he brought her home as well. Her entire body exploded in release as she continued to cry out his name. Their bodies were locked around each other, both unable and unwilling to release the other even after their breathing slowed to normal.
Harry rose above her and attempted to pull out of her. "No!" she cried, pulling him down and locking her arms around his back. "Please, not yet Harry," she said softly. She looked at him with a slightly shy smile. "It just feels so good when you're inside me." He smiled down at her and with a long, deep, gentle kiss let her know he felt the same way.
They lay together silently, hands playing over each other's bodies, trading sweet kisses, immersed in the feelings of love they sent each other. After a while he said, "I have to be crushing you Hermione," and rolled them over so she was sprawled over top of him. He pulled the blanket over them and they fell asleep still joined together, heart, body, mind, and soul.
Just as dawn was breaking Hermione awakened. Shifting slightly in Harry's arms she felt him hard inside of her; looking up, she was surprised to find him still asleep. She smiled and thought to herself 'let's see how long it will take to wake him up'. Placing her hands on the blanket on either side of his chest she pushed herself up and moved her knees so she could have some leverage. Slowly rising up she watched his face for any sign of wakefulness, then she slowly slid down and he groaned slightly in his sleep. She rose up and slid down again, moving several times until his eyes began to open. His mind was still fuzzy with sleep as his hands came up to grip her hips and he moaned "Mione." She immediately began moving faster, tightening her walls on him as she rose up and then sunk back down on him. She felt his hips thrust up and the feeling of him touching her so deeply inside drove her to a frantic pace quickly.
He was fully awake now and the feeling of being awakened in such a fashion coupled with the sight of her wantonly riding him brought him to the edge quickly, but he held off, not wanting to go over without her. He released one hand from its grip on her hip and moved his thumb between her exposed lips until he found her clit. "I want to watch you my Mione." At his words she climaxed and fell on to his chest, and at that glorious sight, he came inside of her.
After they calmed Harry chuckled. "Now that's what I call a 'good morning'." He brought her mouth to his and kissed her as he rolled them over and pulled out of her. "We should go back to the cabin hunny, it's getting light out." She reluctantly agreed with him and they dressed themselves and headed back. They used the door Mione had 'made' in her room and walked to her bed. She wrapped her arms around him and looking up at him kissed his chin. "Goodnight again, my love."
He put his best pout on his face and said "can't I stay here with you? It's so lonely out there."
She stood on her tiptoes and stole a quick kiss. "You'll just have to tough it out, my Lord." She
pushed him toward the living room and climbed into the bed. He reluctantly backed toward the door, watching her watch
him. "I love you," he called out before disappearing through the doorway. Hermione lay back on the pillows
and sent him a final message before sleep claimed her again. // Right back at you, gorgeous. //
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Ben awoke and stretched out. He had been glad his father had taken the couch, the large bed was very comfortable and he
had been able to stretch out his long frame and get a great nights sleep.
He lay in bed a while thinking about the previous day. He had gotten along great with his father, which didn't really surprise him as he had gotten along with him when he had been 'Dan'. He had been very interested when his father had told him about the other realm and the struggle for peace he had waged. Ben now knew he could forgive his dad for leaving Hermione because he now had a full understanding of the need of his presence during the conflict. And he was willing to try to build future memories with him now, something he didn't think he'd be able to do not very long ago.
He smiled, rose out of bed and made his way out into the living room. He saw his father on the couch, and then turned and looked into his mother's room to find her sitting up and stretching. "Morning sweetie," she called to him.
"Morning Mum. Do you want- hey! Where'd that door come from?"
Hermione jerked around and looked at the door she had 'made' last night and blushed at the thought of why she did it. "Uh, well, I, uh, I was trying to work on my powers, and, uh, I was fooling around with the window..." She turned back to her son to find his father standing behind him holding his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. Her cheeks grew redder as she said "and I made a door." Then glaring at his father she added, "sweetie, why don't you jump in the shower first and your father and I will make breakfast."
"OK Mum," he answered, heading for the bath.
After seeing his son disappear behind the bathroom door, Harry climbed in the bed and on top of Hermione. "Good morning again my Lady," he said before taking her lips in a long sensual kiss. "You are so cute when you're flustered, you know."
"Yeah? Well I have news for you," she said before she answered his kiss with a potent one of her own. "No one laughs at Hermione Jane Granger and gets away with it. Your punishment will be no more nookie until we get home. What do you think about that?"
"I think we'll be driving straight through to Scotland, then," he replied, before diving in for another taste of her.
'Hermione Granger, he thought as he lost himself in the sweetness of her mouth; "I'm going to have to
do something about that name…soon…"