AN: Sorry for the long delay. Life sometimes just gets harder.
Plus I have had to up the rating, sorry peeps.
Potters World
Make or Break Time
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Harry's head whirled around quickly and instantly found himself looking into his wife's eyes. Hermione flinched at the cold look her husband was giving her, but she could hardly blame him for it or expect anything less, it was exactly what she deserved. "Hi," she said softly.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked coldly.
Kingsley started to feel very uncomfortable being in the middle of the tension and immediately rose from his chair. "I think I'll leave you two to it." Hermione smiled weakly as she moved aside from the doorway so he could leave. "As always it's lovely to see you, Hermione," he said nicely, before leaving them alone and shutting the door behind him.
The silence was deafening and the tension thick, as both Potter's just looked at each other without saying a word. Harry was a picture of anger whilst his wife was a picture of remorse. Not being able to suppress his resentment for his wife at the point any longer, Harry stood up and crossed his arms, his cold stare causing a not so pleasant chill to run through the witch standing in front of him. "So, what brings you here?" he asked frostily. "Come to hit me again?"
Hermione painfully closed her eyes briefly at the memory of this morning, and looked down at the floor. "I needed to talk to you."
Harry snorted. "I think you said enough this morning, don't you?"
"Harry, I am so sorry," Hermione said, tearfully meeting his stare.
"You know what?" Harry laughed sardonically shaking his head. "I'm getting really sick and tired of hearing you say that to me."
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, clearly surprised at what he had just said.
"I mean, do you even mean it when you say it?" he asked seriously. "Because you've been saying it to me a lot lately and I'm beginning to question the sincerity behind it."
"Of course I mean it," Hermione replied in a desperate voice.
"Then why do you keep treating me like this?!" Harry said raising his voice. "The past two weeks have been so...fucking shit!" he cursed, not knowing how else to describe it. He unfolded his arms and began slowly pacing around his spacious office, Hermione watching his every move. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, Harry stopped and faced his wife. "I know that the weeks leading up to the new school term are always stressful for you," he said in a much softer voice than before. "I know that Charlotte is becoming too curious for her own good, which you have to know, is very stressful for me. It also doesn't help matters right now that our best friend Ron, has decided to become the biggest twat known to wizard, which unfortunately has lead to terrible repercussions for another friend." Hermione remained silent and let him continue. "But in spite of all of that, I guess I just never imagined things would get too much that you'd actually feel the need to do that to me."
"I went too far," Hermione admitted with tears in her eyes. "I know that now. It makes me feel sick knowing how much I must have hurt you, not on the outside, but in your heart. I promise you it will never happen again."
Harry put his hands in his pockets and went to lean against his desk. Hermione was still rooted to the spot by the door, she hadn't moved at all since she came in. "Well I wasn't exactly innocent," Harry offered thoughtfully.
"But you were right," Hermione said to him gently. "I was being a spoilt brat."
"You're anything but spoilt, Hermione," Harry told her softly. Hermione smiled weakly at him, she didn't want to argue with him over who was right about that particular label. "You know I've forever thought one of the best things about our marriage is that we've always had the ability to be honest with each other."
"Me too," Hermione nodded in agreement.
Harry finally smiled at her and tapped the desk at the side of him. "So come over here and be honest with me."
His smile warmed his wife's heart to no end, and he would never know just how comforted she was by it in that moment. Hermione was relieved that Harry's anger was now beginning to disappear. She hated it when they argued, no matter how rare the occasion, thinking that there was nothing worse than when her husband was angry with her. She didn't think it would be gone as quick as it had, even when she knew from experience that he could never stay mad at her for too long, but was thankful that the hardest part now appeared to be out of the way. She slowly made her way over to his desk, then leant against it beside him. "You'll think I'm crazy," she warned him.
"So what?" Harry said, curling his lips. "You think I'm crazy at times."
Hermione felt amazement as she looked deep into his eyes. Even after everything she had put him through lately, especially that morning, he was trying to make things easier for her. "I was so afraid that what happened to Ron and Luna…could happen to us."
"I see," Harry said simply, his face baring no judgement at her confession, just realization. "So you got super pissed at me, for something that I'd not even done?" Harry asked, surprisingly calm.
Hermione half smiled, then looked away in embarrassment. "Told you you'd think I was crazy."
Harry gently used his fingers to cup her chin. "Look at me." he told her tenderly. Hermione allowed him to bring her face back in to his view. "Do you mean to tell me, that just because I invited Ron to stay in our home after what he'd done, I somehow made you believe that I thought his behaviour was acceptable?"
Hermione nodded almost unnoticeably. "Yes," she whispered, a tear falling from her eyes into the palm of his hand.
Harry breathed out heavily, his heart clenching at the sight of his wife's tears. Letting his fingers fall from her chin, he reached up to tuck a fallen strand of hair from Hermione's face behind her ear, and cupped her cheek affectionately. "Then for that…I apologise whole heartedly."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "Why are you apologising?"
Harry stood and turned to her fully, then let his free hand cup Hermione's other cheek. "Because I never want to be responsible for you even thinking that I could do that to you, or thinking that I'd even want to do that to you for that matter."
"Harry…" Hermione's voice hitched in her throat as Harry began caressing her cheeks lovingly.
"You know deep down in your heart Hermione, that what's happening between Ron and Luna, will never happen to us," Harry told her strongly. "Ever."
Hermione closed her eyes momentarily as a tiny sob escaped. "I know that, I've always known. Luna just got me to accept it more blatantly."
"I'm happy she did," Harry told her truthfully. "But I would have preferred you to have accepted it more blatantly with me." Hermione's mouth opened as if she was going to say something but stopped. "What were you going to say?" Harry asked her encouragingly.
"I'm afraid you won't believe I mean it."
Harry chuckled. "Go on."
"I'm so truly sorry," Hermione sniffed.
Harry kissed her forehead, then gave her a toothy grin. "Apology accepted." Hermione beamed happily, before raising her hand to cover the still present red mark on Harry's face. Harry eyelids closed shut in bliss, as he felt a soothing warmness pass through his cheek. Hermione took her hand away from his face, the red mark now gone. "You really are brilliant at wandless magic," Harry stated proudly.
"I learned from the best," Hermione responded. "I love you."
"I love you too," Harry said softly. "More than you could ever imagine."
"Still?" Hermione asked playfully.
"Always," Harry answered devotedly, before leaning in and capturing her lips with his own. It was to be one of the sweetest kisses they had ever shared throughout their marriage so far. A kiss full of nothing but love and promise.
Harry slowly stood from his leaning position not once taking his eyes from his wife. He smirked as he trapped Hermione's body against the desk with his, placing each of his arms on either side of her waist. Hermione licked her lips invitingly as her husband gradually leaned in closer, then let her palms splay flat on the desk in order to help lever herself onto it. She closed her eyes slowly as Harry's lips reached her neck.
"Hermione," he moaned delicately against her neck.
"Mmm?" she responded dreamily, already losing herself in his masculine scent.
Harry's lips left Hermione's neck only for his mouth to stop a hair width away, his breath still causing her skin to tingle. "Can we leave the romance till later?" he asked huskily.
Hermione's eyes remained closed as a wide grin began forming on her face. She knew that Harry's request was more of a statement than a question, he had asked the same thing a few times in their marriage already, usually after they had argued. It meant that he wanted to make up, but, he didn't want to make love. He wanted to fuck.
Hermione threw her head back leisurely. "We sure can."
Harry grinned devilishly and roughly parted her thighs. Stepping in between them he pulled her sharply into his arms, a move that caused a surprised yelp to emit from his wife's throat. Burying his face deep into her neckline, Hermione's arms immediately gripped onto his muscular form, the tingling sensation from her loves lips reaching every point in her body. Harry began working his way up the hollow of her throat in a tantalizingly slow pace, and then forcefully pressed his lips to hers, his kiss deepening with a slip of his tongue in her opened mouth. He hugged her tightly against his body before removing the tight grip she held on his arms then pulled back suddenly to break the kiss.
Feeling the loss of his soft lips, Hermione opened her eyes to see her husband smiling at her. Many people would think she was crazy to think this, but, she believed Harry had different smiles for different occasions. After years together she was fairly confident that she had mastered them all and their meanings behind them. The one in her view right now wasn't his comforting or happy smile that she had grown to love over the years; it was his naughty smile, a smile that she knew only too well. By the look of desire burning in his eyes, this situation had been about as gentle as it was going to get, and that information excited her to no end. Harry swiftly turned serious; the smile vanishing from his face. He waved a hand behind her back causing everything on his desk to fall onto the floor.
Hermione glimpsed towards the floor at the mess Harry had just made, then turned back to face him. "Show off."
Harry said nothing as his hands grasped Hermione's shoulders and pushed her firmly back onto his large oak desk.
He gripped her ankles and pulled her vigorously towards him, leaving Hermione to grip the top of the desk in vain. His hands quickly reached for Hermione's skirt to forcefully push the garment above her hips, groaning in frustration at not being able to hike it up quicker. Hermione's eyes widened as Harry found his spot, his fingers sliding under her now moist panties.
"Please," Hermione whispered between heavy breaths.
"Please what?" Harry asked, withdrawing his fingers.
"Fuck me," Hermione replied leaning up on her elbows, still breathing heavily.
Harry looked at her with mock anger. How dare she interrupt him whilst he was trying to get her off? He hastily unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper then shrugged his trousers and boxers to his knees. Not once taking his eyes from hers, Harry ripped her panties apart, took his solid cock into his hand and thrust into her hard.
"Oh fuck!" Hermione gasped at Harry's harsh penetration. She saw concern immediately rise in his eyes at her moan. Grabbing his tie she pulled him on top of her. "Don't you dare think about taking it easy on me Mr Potter. I've been a very bad girl and I expect to be punished severely for my actions." Harry's cock twitched deep inside her at these words, causing Hermione to sigh in bliss.
"It's usually me that plays the role of the naughty student," Harry pointed out as he hovered closely above her lips.
"Only when you're in my office I will have you know, and school doesn't start till next week," Hermione said mischievously. She lifted her head slightly in an effort to reach his mouth, only for Harry to pull away teasingly.
"I'm in charge," Harry stated forcefully, then ripped her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. "No bra?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows.
"I have to say I was expecting you," Hermione replied cheekily.
"Clever witch," Harry complimented, before taking a nipple into his mouth.
As it began to harden, he covered her breast with as much of his mouth as possible and sucked it hungrily. With each eager movement he made, Hermione moaned uncontrollably. She opened her legs widely and grabbed hold of his buttocks to encourage him to move within her. Harry withdrew bit by bit then slammed back in. He started plunging in and out of her heat at a rapid pace; Hermione's panting sending him into an even more frantic state. His erratic movements quickly caused hot sweat to appear and run down his face, his appearance becoming more and more erotic to his wife, who started moaning more loudly for more.
"You are one hot headmistress," Harry managed to get out, as he continued to pump into his wife. "You're a hot headmistress who likes to be fucked hard and fast."
"A hot headmistress...oh god...who loves, to be fucked hard and fast," Hermione corrected him in a matter of fact way.
Harry just smirked at her correction; it was great that some things never changed. He knew he was lucky to have such an impish wife; Hermione Potter with a foul mouth was more of a turn on to him than he could ever have imagined. With that thought in mind, he fused his lips to hers. He pushed harder into her as she wrapped her arms tightly around his back.
"Faster, baby," she cried out. Harry raised himself up onto his hands and tried to grant her request. He pumped into her even faster than before. "Deeper," Hermione pleaded still.
"You asked for it," Harry warned, before pushing in deeper than he thought he'd ever been before. Every one of his thrusts was countered by Hermione squeezing him tightly from within, and it was quickly sending him over the edge. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his eyes squeezing shut in concentration. He was desperate for this feeling of building ecstasy to last much longer, something he knew was impossible, especially with the sounds Hermione was making. Oh how he wanted to look at his wife, to watch her writhing around on his desk in pleasure, knowing he was the reason for it. But he couldn't. He would for certain shoot his load that very second if he dared to take even the slightest peak.
Hermione swallowed and bit her lip as Harry continued to shove his cock into her at a swift pace. She had no idea how he did it. It was one thing she had given up trying to figure out sometime ago, just where did he get his stamina from? Yes, he was fit and worked out. Yes, he played quidditch for years and fights evil for a living, but this was ridiculous. She wondered if there would be a visible imprint of her in his table after they finished he was ramming her into it so hard.
Then she saw it.
Like different smiles Harry had different looks, and the one he had on his face right then was amongst her favourites. It was the look of pure rapture and lust. He was so close but was refusing to ride out his ever nearing orgasm. Harry and Hermione had sex in different ways; they shagged, made love or fucked. It all depended on which mood they were in. Even though each way was entirely different, and their mood called for them to make love ninety five percent of the time, every way had one thing in common. It happened every time. It was a game. The rules were very simple; come first and strangely enough you lost. Come together and everyone is happy.
Hermione was sure her game was over as she felt her husband's dick touch places she swore it had never reached before. Then she saw it, the look. He had his eyes closed and was deep in focus, he was cheating. Hermione couldn't help it; she threw her head back and laughed. Turnabout was fair play and Hermione knew how to make him lose it.
As soon as Harry heard her laugh he lost more of what little control he had left. "Arrrrh, sexy laugh...not fair." He gritted his teeth, let his head fall back and carried on pulling out and slamming back in.
Hermione admired his efforts; he was really giving it to her. "Not fair eh darling? I'll show you just how unfair I can be." She thought. Her own orgasm was building at lightning pace, she had to be quick.
"Oh god...I love it when you're this big and hard, baby," Hermione moaned. "Big...hard...fast!"
Upon hearing her panting, Harry's face came back into her full view and his eyes opened, but he still didn't slow down. "Hermione..."
Hermione stared right into his green depths and licked her lips, careful not to bite down on them as a result of her husband ramming himself into her. "Every time you push your cock deep in me...ohhh...it's so hard I'm convinced each stroke is your last."
"Fucking hell...Hermione don't...please," Harry pleaded, but it was too late. He pushed in for the final time and spurted out his seed deep within her. "OH FUCK!!!"
Hermione's back hit the table as she felt Harry's powerful release shoot up inside her. A nearby vase exploded and pictures on the wall began to shake, as she continued to feel a hot sensation engulf her lower region. "Oh Harry!" Hermione cried out as her own release shot through her. "Keep it right there."
Harry had no intention of pulling out just yet; his cock was still being milked for all its worth as his wife came harder than he'd witnessed in a while. He simply watched as his wife gradually came down from her high, and took in her stunning appearance. All of a sudden he felt his legs turn to jelly, and collapsed against Hermione's bare breasts, his member still semi hard and resting within her. Her hands slowly reached up and began to gently caress his head, as they both waited for their breathing to return to normal.
Both were happy to stay in silence for the next few minutes, at ease to just be with the other. Harry finally managed enough strength to lift his head and look at his wife's smiling face. "You did that on purpose."
"I thought you liked it when I talked dirty to you," Hermione said with a smirk.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me, it's just been a while that's all."
"It's certainly been a while since we've made things explode," she giggled as she took in her surroundings.
Harry looked around and saw the pictures that hung on his wall earlier were now on the ground. A vase that Hermione had given him to make his office look a little homier had been shattered, along with some artefacts he'd obtained from previous missions.
"Good going," Hermione joked.
Harry chuckled. "Good going yourself."
Hermione cupped his face. "I'd love to stay like this a bit longer but don't you think it would be a good idea for us to move. This is your office and it's not as if you ever go through a day without being disturbed like a hundred times."
"You're right," he agreed, then pecked her lips before pulling out of her finally, leaving Hermione groaning at the loss. Harry pulled up his boxers and trousers then helped his wife to her feet. He watched as she pulled away what was left of her kickers and smooth down her skirt.
"Sorry about that," he said gesturing to the torn cloth in her hands.
"No you're not," Hermione smiled.
"I'll get you new ones."
"No doubt for you more to admire rather than for me to wear," Hermione commented playfully.
"I have to get something out of buying you underwear," he explained teasingly.
"I have a feeling that they will end up exactly like these," Hermione told him light heartedly, referring to the knickers he'd torn earlier. "They always do."
Harry leaned closer to her. "Or you could just stop wearing them altogether."
"And not be able to surprise you on occasions," Hermione said in mock shock. "Never."
"Trust me Hermione, one thing you always manage to do no matter what is surprise me."
"I do try," Hermione admitted. She kissed him on the lips and let them linger for few moments, then headed for the door. "I'll see you at home my darling."
"You will."
"I love you," she said softly.
Harry walked over to her and kissed her fervently, before he had no other option but break away for air. "I love you, too."
Hermione gave him a loving look, clearly relieved that things were sorted out between them, and then left shutting the door behind her.
Harry stood in the middle of his office looking at the mess surrounding him, he too relieved that the mess between him and Hermione and been resolved. He could only hope that things were going to get better between Luna and Ron, only he knew full well that wasn't going to be as easy. There was also Ron and Hermione, although he was pretty sure that Hermione would make more of an effort to be civil after today's events.
A knock at his door brought him out of his thoughts. "Come on in."
The door opened and Harry smiled pleasantly surprised at his visitor. "Draco, what are you doing here?"
"Hi, Harry," Draco was about to answer his friends question when he saw the mess around him. "What the fuck happened in here?"
Harry could only grin.
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