Ongoing Experimentation

by ghanima77

Summary:

A sequel to A Demonstration of Skill. Harry and Hermione have been in love with each other for years, but the timing was never right. Assuming it just wasn’t meant to be, they kept their feelings hidden from each other. That was until a night of drinking turned into a whole lot more. Now they are ready to confess their desires and make a proper go of it. Come along as they explore their feelings for each other and their sexuality together. Lemony goodness awaits.

Notes:

Hello! I'm continuing Hermione and Harry's journey here. I'll be updating the tags as I go. Thank you again for the overwhelming response to A Determination of Skill. It's quite inspiring, and I appreciate all of your support. We're starting off with a long chapter. I had a bit I needed to establish, and I couldn't just let the chapter end without some bit of fun for our duo. ;)

Chapter 1: Morning After

Hermione Granger woke up to the smell of bacon.  She stretched lazily and took in her surroundings.  She was in Harry’s bed.  Which wasn’t odd in and of itself.  She’d stayed over countless times, and occasionally shared the bed with her best friend.  What was odd though was the fact that she was nude.  It took a second before the events from the previous night came flooding back.  Shit! Did that actually happen, she thought.

 

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of jumping Harry half a million times or more.  It was why she’d come up with her plan of action so quickly.  Oh, the things she wanted to do with that man.  She imagined Harry tied down and at her mercy, her at his mercy, them teasing and tasting each other.  She sat up.  She needed to see the man in question and see if he had any regrets.  Had she come on too strong?  She’d had that comment thrown at her more than once. 

 

Hermione looked around the room for her clothes but came up empty.  Finally, she resorted to pulling out one of Harry’s old t-shirts and wearing it.  She made a quick stop to the loo and then padded downstairs to the kitchen.  Once again, Harry was at the stove, this time frying up bacon and eggs. 

 

“Smells good,” she said as she approached him.  The wizard looked back his eyes obviously scanning her body covered in only his shirt.  “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed this.  I couldn’t find my clothes.”

 

“N-no,  I-I don’t mind at all,” he sputtered.  ‘Besides, it looks better on you than it ever did on me,” he said with a grin.  “Sorry about the clothes.  I picked them up and put them in the wash so you’d have something to wear today.”

 

“Oh, thank you, Harry.  That was really thoughtful,” she said.  “So, are we ok?” she asked tentatively. 

 

“I hope so,” Harry responded.  “I know I’m fine.  How about you?”

 

“I’m more than fine,” she answered.  “What now?”

 

“Well, personally, I’d like to make a proper go of this, not just what we did last night, which was amazing, but all of it, dates, flowers, romance, the whole nine yards,” he confessed looking frightfully nervous.  

 

“I’d like that too,” Hermione said softly.  Harry brought his hand up to cup her cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips.  The kiss deepened.  It was slow and sensuous.  So unlike the fevered kisses they had shared the night before, but they still made Hermione’s knees weak.  Suddenly a large pop came from the frying bacon, causing them to pull apart, startled.

 

Looking back to the stove, they both laughed.  “Maybe I should focus on breakfast right now,” Harry said.

 

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” she agreed.  “What can I do to help?”

 

“Uh…would you mind taking the toast and jam into the dining room and setting the table?” he asked while gesturing to the plate of toast on the counter under a stasis charm to keep it warm.  “It’s a beautiful day, I thought it would be nice to have some sunshine while we eat.”

 

Hermione grabbed the plate along with some butter and jam and made for the dining room.  It wasn’t overly large, but could easily seat 20 people.  The floor to ceiling windows that framed the London skyline brought in the morning’s warm sunlight.  She loved the view from here. 

 

After the war, it hadn’t been long until Harry was ready to leave Grimmauld Place behind.  There were too many memories, too much pain.  It had also been his godfather’s last prison.  With Hermione’s help, he’d sifted through a mountain of old documents from the Potter and Black estates until he’d found this property.  After extensive renovations, it had made for a comfortable home, if a bit bigger than he really needed.  It had enough room to host the Weasleys though and his friends so he quickly came to terms with the size. 

 

After he moved in, he’d also renovated Grimmauld Place.  He’d considered selling the property, but refrained.  While Sirius had hated the house, it was the only one Harry could remember him having and just couldn’t bare to let that connection to his godfather go.  So, instead he’d rented it out to a young wizarding family.  Now another family could fill it with happy memories.  He thought Sirius would approve. 

 

Hermione grabbed plates and silverware and set  a place for both of them at one end of the table.   She had just laid down their napkins when Harry came in with the rest of their breakfast.   The witch sat down and quickly scooped some scrambled eggs onto her plate as Harry buttered his toast. 

 

They sat eating in silence for a few minutes.  “Is this weird?” Harry asked.

 

“Is what weird?” Hermione responded.

 

“This. Us.  Usually when I start dating someone, I try to get to know them better.  I pretty much know everything about you, so where do we start?” Harry asked.

 

“Well…..you obviously don’t know everything about me,” she gave him a cheeky smile, and Harry rolled his eyes at her.  “I know what you mean though.  It feels like we already did all the ‘getting to know you’ stuff,” she said.  “but…..I think there’s a lot that we’ve kept from each other.  A lot that we could still learn.  We can just learn it together.”

 

“Ok, I can manage that.  So…..first date?” Harry said looking expectantly at Hermione.

 

The witch laughed, “Are you asking me if I think we should have one, or are you asking me on a date?”

 

Harry’s cheeks redden.  “Would you go out on a date with me?”

 

“Yes, Harry, I’d love to go on a date with you,” the woman replied with a matching blush. 

 

“Tonight?” the wizard asked hopefully.

 

“Sorry, Harry, I have a meeting tomorrow and need to prepare tonight,” she answered.

 

“Damn,” Harry replied,  “So, you won’t make it to the Burrow tomorrow?”

 

“No,” Hermione sighed. “We have a delegation of werewolves from Turkey visiting.  They have very progressive werewolf protection laws there that have been in place for over a century now.  They could really end up being a valuable resource for us,” she explained.  “Please send my love to Molly and Arthur.  I hate having to skip another dinner.”

 

“They understand, Mione.  They believe in the work you’re doing,” Harry assured her.  Both were quite devoted to the Weasley parents even after their relationships with Ron and Ginny had ended.  They’d lost their own families, Harry’s during the first war and Hermione’s during the second to a particularly strong obliviation.  So, they knew first hand never to take family for granted, and often attended more Sunday dinners than the rest of the Weasley children.  “Ok, so obviously not tonight or tomorrow.  I’ve got the late shift on Monday and will be sleeping half of Tuesday. How about Wednesday, 6 pm?”

 

Hermione smiled, “That would be perfect.  Should I meet you here?”

 

“No, I’ll pick you up at your flat like a proper gentleman,”  he responded.

 

The witch couldn’t help but laugh again.  He always knew how to make her smile.  “It’s a date,” she confirmed. 

 

They  finished the rest of their meal, and Harry sat back with a sigh.  “So, do you need to be off now?” he asked.

 

“Not quite yet,” she answered.  “Would you be up for another ‘lesson’ before I leave?” she asked sweetly.

 

Harry gave her a crooked smile.  “I think I can manage that.  What do you have in mind?” he asked.

 

“Oh….maybe a little bondage, dominance and, hopefully, a blindfold,” she responded looking at the wizard as if he were a project she was eager to tackle.

 

“Uh….yeah, I guess so,” he responded feeling a combination of lust and apprehension.

 

Hermione frowned for a moment.  “Oh, Harry, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed.  “I didn’t even ask you if you even liked what we did last night. Did you?  Was it too much?  It was too much, wasn’t it?  We really should have talked more last night.  Oh my God, I didn’t even tell you about safe words.  I’m so sorry, Harry.”

 

Harry reached over and took her hand.  “Hermione, it’s fine.  I’m fine.  Last night was fine.  It was more than fine, it was bloody brilliant.  You were perfect, Mione,” he said gently.

 

The witch let out a deep breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.  “Sorry,” she said sheepishly.  “I’ve been told I come on too strong before.  I just don’t want to scare you away.”

 

“You won’t, Mione. I promise,” Harry responded earnestly.  “You could never scare me away.  I’ve been waiting for this chance for what feels like forever.  I’m not about to toss that away.  Besides, I just discovered you’re a bloody awesome lay, and I’d be insane to let you go.”

 

A laugh erupted from the woman and she smacked the man with her free had.  “Harry!” she gasped in mock horror.  “Such language!  Honestly, though, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself last night.”

 

“Yeah, I really did.  I always thought that sort of thing would be a distraction to sex.  Something that bored couples and old men with….problems would have to use to get it going.”  The wizard frowned. “But it wasn’t, it wasn’t at all.  It just made everything better, more exciting, more satisfying,” he explained.  “What’s a safe word?”

 

“Oh, it’s a signal to your partner that you can use if things get overwhelming or painful in an unpleasant way and such.  Some people like to use their own personal safe word.  I prefer the traffic light system.   It’s easy to follow and allows for a lot more insight into your partner’s experience during a scene without stopping things all together.  Green means go, of course.  It means you like what is happening.  Yellow means slow down.  It can mean that you are getting close to your limit or are uncomfortable, and red means stop.  It stops everything,” she explained.  “I like to check in with my partners from time to time, by asking what color they are at.”

 

“Ok, so do I have to wait for you to ask?” he enquired.

 

“No, I mean, you don’t want to be yelling green the entire time, but if you feel the need, call out yellow or red,” she answered.

 

“Isn’t it awkward  to just stop everything?” he pressed.

 

“Sometimes, but that doesn’t matter,” she said.  “It’s all about trust.  You have to trust me to take care of you, but I also need to trust that you will tell me if things go too far.  I’d never want to actually harm you, Harry,” she confessed, giving his hand a squeeze. 

 

“Have you ever done it?  Stopped everything before they were….finished?” Harry said with a slight blush. 

 

“Yes, a few times.  It’s bound to happen at some point, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.  I once had a panic attack during a scene.  Sometimes, the war creeps up on me, and it did this time.  So, I called red and everything stopped.  The person I was with was very supportive and helped me through the attack.  I was quite lucky that they loved aftercare.  I was pampered for the rest of the night,”  she remembered fondly.

 

“So, you wouldn’t be upset if I didn’t want to do something or wanted to stop once we started,” Harry said.  He wanted to be absolutely sure. He hadn’t lied, he didn’t want to mess this up.

 

“Of course, not!” Hermione exclaimed.  “I’d be upset if you didn’t tell me.  As I said, trust and communication are key.”

 

“Alright then,” he said.  “Tie me up.  I’m ready to try something new.” 

 

A wide smile spread across Hermione’s face. “Oh, Harry.  The things I’m going to do to you.”

 

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Harry found himself once more naked and bound to his bed.  This time he’d been pulled spread eagle with his wrists and ankles each tied to one corner of the bed.  A blindfold covered his eyes.  He could hear Hermione in the room but wasn’t quite sure where she was.  He tried to listen for her, but couldn’t hear over the thumping of his heart. 

 

Then he felt her.  A gentle hand gliding up the inside of his thigh.  “Fuck,” he breathed.  The hand disappeared before it reached his cock and reappeared on his lower abdomen making its way up his body.  His skin had never felt so sensitive.  The hand reached his throat and moved up to gently cup the side of his face.

 

“What color are you at, Harry?” she asked.

 

“Green,” he responded. 

 

“Good boy,” she purred and he almost groaned at her words.  Since when did I find that a turn on? He thought.  Suddenly Hermione’s lips were pressed against his, and he kissed her eagerly.  She pulled away far too early for his liking.  He lifted his head towards her chasing her lips to no avail.

 

“Patience, Harry,” Hermione cooed.  “I’ll make sure you are well cared for,” she promised.  He dropped his head back onto the pillows and tried to get his breathing under control.

 

Hermione smiled down at the bound man.  The sight of him making her wet.  He was all hard lines and muscles.  She’d dreamed of this moment for so long and wanted to savor every second.  Once again she perused his form with her hands.  She ran them down his chest and tweaked his nipples which caused him to gasp deliciously.  He was much more sensitive than she thought he’d be. 

 

She slid her hands down the top of his thighs this time and then back up the inner thigh.  Again,  she avoided his cock that was steadily rising.  She smirked and curled her fingers to lightly scratch his chest and then the tops of his thighs once more.  She made the circuit one more time until the wizard’s manhood was fully erect.

 

Hermione licked her lips, eager to taste him.  She straddled one of his thighs and lowered herself.  Harry gasped at the feel of her naked cunt against his leg. “What color are you at, Harry?” she purred.  This was all new to him, and she wanted to make sure he was still okay.  Well, that and it was a bit of a turn on to hear that her skills were being appreciated.  

 

“Green, so green, Hermione please…please, I need,” he panted.  Hermione ground herself against his thigh, rocking to give her clit some much needed friction.

 

“What, Harry?  What do you need,” she questioned as she rubbed herself against him, allowing pleasured moans and sighs to slip from her lips.

 

“You,” the man moaned.  “I need you to touch me.  Please!” he begged.

 

“But, I am touching you,” she teased, her pussy coating his thigh with her arousal.

 

“Please, Hermione!” he pleaded.  “I need more!” 

 

“Then say it, Harry.  Tell me what you want, tell me what you need,” she encouraged.

 

The man groaned, “I need you to touch my cock.”

 

“Mmmmm, there you go.  Good boy,” the woman praised, and Harry’s cock twitched.  Hermione lightly ran her finger tips over his shaft.

 

“God, yes!” Harry shouted at the contact.  She continued to tease for a few more moments though.  Lightly touching his manhood until he was certain he would go mad.  Then he felt an odd sensation.  The woman lightly held his cock upright, and it somehow felt warmer despite the minimal contact.

 

After positioning him, Hermione had opened her mouth wide and lowered it over his manhood.  She took him down as far as she could while still touching him as little as possible.  She then lifted her eyes to gage his reaction, then closed her mouth and hollowed her cheeks. 

 

“Fuck!” Harry cried out in surprise at the unexpected pleasure.  He couldn’t figure out how the witch tormenting him had managed to wrap her lips around the base of his cock without him feeling it enter her mouth.  He felt her swallow around the head of his prick, and he instinctively bucked upward.   He was about to apologize, but Hermione just moaned as his cock was shoved further down her throat and rubbed herself harder against him. 

 

She held him there for a few glorious moments before she lifted up to catch her breath.  She didn’t dally long before her mouth was upon him again.  She bobbed her head in time with her own movements.  She ground herself harder and faster, bringing herself closer to orgasm.  She reached down and lightly ran her fingertips and nails along his balls, while her other hand firmly grasped the base of his cock.  The sensation was wild.  The contrast between the intensity of the talented mouth and tongue on his cock with the delicate treatment of his balls was mind blowing. 

 

Harry could feel every moan and little sound she made as it vibrated around his manhood.  “God, Hermione!” he called out.  “I’m almost, oh god.  I-I can’t.

 

The witch briefly lifted her mouth from him, using her hand to keep up her rhythm.  “You don’t need to stop it, Harry,” she encouraged, her voice husky from her own arousal.  “Just let it happen, Harry.  I want to taste you so badly.  Let me taste you, Harry,” she begged.  “I want to taste you while I cum,” she confessed as she lowered her head once more.

 

The tempo increased from there.  Hermione chasing her orgasm, determined to bring Harry along with her.  She felt her pussy start to tingle, the sensation spread down her thighs and she knew she was almost there.  She ground herself just a little harder and her cunt started to pulse and she felt herself gush over Harry’s thigh.

 

Harry felt Hermione let out a deep guttural moan that sent vibrations through his cock.  He then felt a wetness flowing from the woman’s hot cunt.  Did she just…he briefly thought before the idea of his witch gushing over him, and her vigorous handling of his manhood sent him over the edge.  He cried out as he drained his balls down her throat. 

 

Eventually, Hermione slowed to a stop after she had wrung out every last bit of pleasure from the both of them.  She reached over and grabbed her wand.  She shut the drapes and turned out the lights.  Then removed his blindfold with a  quick flick of her wand.  He blinked slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust.  Hermione watched him avidly.  Once he could see well enough she looked straight into his eyes as she lowered her head once more to gently lick him clean.  She then moved lower to clean his balls and thighs of her own essence as well. 

 

If he wasn’t so thoroughly spent, he would have been rock hard at the sight.  As it was he relaxed in his bindings and allowed the witch to continue cleaning him with her tongue.  Once she was done, she grabbed her wand once more and released him from the bed.  “How was that?” she asked with a smirk.

 

“Bloody brilliant,” he responded.  He would have said more, but he couldn’t quite think straight at the moment.

 

She moved to gently rub his ankles and then moved up to do the same with is wrists.  “Are you feeling any discomfort?” she asked as she tended to him.

 

“No, I’m fine, Mione,” he assured her.  He reached out bringing her closer so he could hold her.  “That was amazing.  I don’t even know how to begin to repay you for that experience.”

 

Hermione smiled.  “I think I can come up with something,” she said.  “But for now, I’ll be happy to accept cheesecake for payment.”

 

Harry laughed, remembering the dessert they never got to the night before.  “That I can definitely do,” he said, snuggling closer to her.  Happy to revel in her warmth for a few more minutes.

Chapter 2: First Date

Hermione checked her reflection in the mirror for the 15^th time as she waited for Harry to arrive.  She’d raced off as soon as her shift at the Ministry was over so she’d have time to shower and change for her date.  She’d wrangled her hair into a messy bun and applied some light makeup.  She’d decided to wear her favorite little black dress.  It was fit for most situations and more importantly, it was comfortable.  Plus, it had pockets, and who didn’t love pockets?

 

She checked the clock again, five to 6:00 pm.   Harry would be there any moment.  She knew she shouldn’t be nervous.  This was Harry, her best friend.  The one that had seen her on her best and worst days, yet she couldn’t stop the butterflies that had taken up residence in her belly.  Had she ever been this frazzled before a date?  She didn’t think so, but this one just seemed….more important than the others she’d been on.

 

A knock at the door grabbed her attention, and she quickly opened it to see Harry.  He stood there in black slacks, a white button down and a large bouquet of roses.   He gave her a lop-sided grin.  “For the lady,” he said gallantly as he handed her the flowers.

 

“Oh, Harry!” she exclaimed.  “They’re beautiful!  Thank you,” she said and leaned in to kiss his cheek. 

 

“They aren’t near as beautiful as you,” he responded.  The line was cheesy, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in Hermione’s stomach from fluttering just a little more.  Harry leaned closer and ghosted a kiss against her lips.  When did he become so suave? she thought.

 

“I should put these in water,” she said.

“No need,” the wizard replied.  “I put a stasis charm on them.  They will be fine until we get back,” he explained.  Harry was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet with excitement.

 

She slipped on a pair of black ballet flats as she tried to calm her nerves.  “So, what’s the plan?"

 

“I thought Mexican would be fun,” he said and offered her his arm.  She smiled and happily linked her arm with his. 

 

“Sounds delicious. Which restaurant?”  she inquired. 

 

“Uh…somewhere new.  Just a little place I recently found,”  he said nervously.   Hermione frowned as he led her out of her building.  Well, that was rather evasive. She wouldn’t complain though.  She loved Mexican. 

 

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They apparated into the alley next to the muggle restaurant.  Harry steered her around the corner and to the door, careful to distract her from seeing the establishment’s sign.  They entered and were greeted with bright Mexican melodies being played by the house band.  “Oh, it smells good in here,” Hermione said looking around.  It seemed somewhat familiar, but many restaurants had similar designs. Harry just smiled and looked to the host gave him a grin and nodded her head for him to go on in.

 

“You made reservations?” she asked.

 

“Something like that.  I just wanted to make sure we got in.  This place is apparently pretty popular around here,” he said. 

 

“Apparently,” the witch repeated.  It was fairly busy for a Wednesday night. 

 

Harry led her to a booth near the back that gave them a good view of the band but still afforded them some privacy.  As soon as they sat, a server set two drinks before them, some frozen concoction along with chips, salsa and queso.

 

Hermione frowned.  “You ordered ahead?” she asked.

 

Harry gave her a cheeky grin.  “Something like that.  I was assured that you would like this.  Take a drink,” he urged before taking a sip of his own.

 

The woman followed suit, but as soon as she tasted the drink her eyes went wide.  “Harry?” she gasped.  He didn’t answer, just gestured for her to try the other items on the table.  She grabbed a chip, trying first the salsa and then the queso.  “Harry, I don’t understand.  They closed.”

 

The tastes were unmistakable.  She and her parents had gone to the same Mexican restaurant every Friday she was home from the time she was eight until she’d sent them away for their safety during the war.  That restaurant had been such a happy part of her childhood.  She’d made friends with the son of the owners in primary school.  Both outsiders for their differentness. It had made their Friday tradition feel like a family dinner amongst friends.  She’d even been able to bring Harry, Ron and Ginny their before they’d gone to the Quidditch World Cup. 

 

She’d always sworn that no one could come close to the quality of their salsa and queso or their chips for that matter.  Her mother always got a frozen sangria swirl and had let Hermione sneak a sip when her father wasn’t looking.  It had made her feel like a grownup, and she’d sworn she’d get one of her own when she was of age.  Unfortunately, by the time that happened and the war was over, her parents were gone, her house had been burned to the ground, and the business had closed.  It had hurt her in a way she hadn’t been expecting.  It had felt like the last ties to her childhood home had been severed. 

 

Hermione looked to the man sitting across from her.  That wonderful, beautiful man that had just preformed a miracle.  “How?” she asked.

 

Harry grinned. “They didn’t close, they moved,” he explained.  He grabbed the menu that had been placed face down on the table and flipped it over.  Casa Soto.  The place where her and her parents had shared so many meals.  She looked back at Harry in wonder.  “Again, How?,”  she asked. 

 

The wizard laughed.  “I went back to where it used to be and asked around.  I thought someone may be able to tell me of somewhere similar.  The lady at the quilting store told me that they had moved here a couple years ago.  And they agreed to help with your surprise as long as I shared you,” he said gesturing to the three people, a woman and two men, that were now clustered around their booth.

 

Hermione jumped from her seat at the sight of them and threw her arms around the woman.  “Tia!” she exclaimed.

 

The older woman hugged her then brought her hands to the witch’s face.  “Look how you’ve grown, sobrina!” she said.  “I was so sorry to hear about your parents.  If we’d known you were still in the country, we would have reached out. No tears, sobrina.  You’re with family now.”

 

Hermione laughed.  She hadn’t even realized she was crying.  “They’re happy tears, tia,” she reassured the woman.

 

Suddenly she was being pulled into another hug by the older of the two men.  “It’s my turn, sobrina,” he said and held her tight.  “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.  You were what…16 or 17 when I last saw you?  You were just a gangly little girl.”

 

Hermione wiped her eyes and laughed.  “I was 17, tio,” she replied. 

 

“Seven years?  That’s much too long without a visit from my girl,” he responded.

 

“If I’d known you were here, I’d have been by much sooner,” she assured him.

 

“Don’t hog her, dad, it’s my turn now,” the younger man said.

 

Hermione jumped into the man’s arms. “Javi! Oh my god, you’ve gotten so tall!” she exclaimed looking up.

 

“I hit a major growth spurt after you left.  It was an……awkward transition.  You were lucky to miss it,” he laughed. “I’ve miss you, Mi.  So, don’t keep us waiting.  We want a proper introduction to your boyfriend,” he said.

 

“Oh, right,” she said looking back to Harry who was smiling happily at the reunion.  “But didn’t you already meet him?” she asked. 

 

“I did, but my parents haven’t so go on introduce us,” the young man prompted.

 

Harry quickly stood and Hermione took him by the hand. “Tio, tia this is my boyfriend, Harry Potter.  Harry, this is Miguel and Teresa Soto,” she started.

 

The wizard offered his hand.  “Lovely to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Soto,” he said.

 

The older woman pulled him into a hug.  “You brought our girl back to us.  You’re family now.  Call us tia and tio.  Aunt,” she gestured to herself and then to her husband. “And Uncle,” she concluded.

 

Harry nodded and Miguel took his hand and pulled him into a quick hug.  “Thank you,” the old man whispered into his ear.

 

“And this is Javier,” Hermione concluded then frowned.  “But I guess you’ve already met him.”

 

Javier took Harry’s hand and shook it.  “It was good to finally meet the great Harry Potter in person.  She never shut up about you whenever she was home from school,” the young man said.

 

“Javi!” the witch cried out as she hit him in the arm.  “That was private!  That is exactly why I told you I was glad you weren’t here when I brought my school friends by.”

 

Javier just laughed.  “Join us, please,” Harry said gesturing to the table.  “If you’re not busy that is.”

 

Teresa answered.  “We’re never too busy for our girl, but we don’t want to ruin your date.”

 

“Nonsense,” Harry replied.  “It would be an honor, and you obviously have some catching up to do.”

 

“Oh, please stay,” Hermione begged. 

 

“If you’re sure,” Teresa said.

 

“Of course, we’re sure,” Harry assured them.

 

They all sat and ate and spoke of the joys and sadness they had missed in the years since they’d last seen each other.  After some tears and even more laughter, the couple left the restaurant with promises to be back soon.

 

“Harry, I don’t even know where to begin,” Hermione said as the walked back to their apparition point arm in arm.  “That was amazing.  I can’t believe you found them” she said.

 

Harry smiled down at her.  “I’m glad you liked your surprise.  I just wanted to give you something special.  It honestly worked out better than I had hoped,” he confessed.  “I was just hoping that someone would direct me to a place that had a similar salsa,” he laughed.  “So, Javier?  Should I be worried that the two of you will run away together now that I’ve reunited you?  He did say that he gave you your first kiss,” he teased.

 

Hermione laughed, “Merlin, no!  I solemnly swear that you have nothing to fear from him.  We only kissed once, when we were eight.  We mutually decided it was an awful, unsanitary action that should never be repeated again, with anyone.”

 

“Wow, you know how to leave an impression,” Harry chuckled and pulled her tighter to him.  “What was it that the Sotos called you? Sabrina?”

 

Hermione giggled. “No, sobrina.  It means niece,” she explained.

 

Once they were back in the alley, she turned to him, pressing her lips to his.  “Thank you, Harry.  I feel like I got a piece of my family back.”

 

“Anything for you, Mione. Always,” he said earnestly.  

 

“I know it isn’t adventurous, but would you be disappointed if I asked you to make love to me tonight, Harry Potter?”  she asked, her lips barely brushing against his.

 

“I would love nothing more,” he replied kissing her gently before apparating them back to her flat.

Notes:

Never fear, there will be lemons next in Chapter 3: Making Love. ;)

Chapter 3: Making Love

Hermione was nervous.  Which was silly, ridiculous even, but she was.  She’d escaped to the bathroom to “freshen up” once they’d returned to her flat.  Obviously sex didn’t frighten her.  She loved it.  She was adventurous and energetic, but suddenly she felt inexplicably shy. 

 

Harry was romantic.  The whole bloody date proved that if nothing else.  What on earth possessed her to ask him to make love? She had only “made love” to one other man and that had been, what, four, five years ago? What if she disappointed him?  What  if she wasn’t “soft” enough?  What if….  She shook her head and looked at herself in the mirror.  You can do this, she told herself as she smoothed the short pale pink nightgown she’d donned.  It was simple, almost plain, but it was silky and hugged her in all the right spots, made her feel beautiful.  She took one more deep breath and left the bathroom.

 

She found Harry barefoot and shirtless sitting on the foot of her bed waiting.  He stood as soon as he caught sight of her.  She looked like an angel, he thought.  He reached for her, one hand caressing her cheek as the other found the small of her back.  He pressed her tight against him, kissing her soundly.  He felt her tremble and pulled back.  “Are you ok?” he asked.  Seeing hesitation in her eyes, he added, “We don’t have to do anything tonight, Mione.  That’s not why I’m with you.  I know tonight was emotional, and I’m sure you’re a bit overwhelmed.”

 

Hermione lowered her eyes, “It’s not that, Harry.  I want to be with you, but I feel a little out of my depth.”

 

The wizard frowned.  He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so that her eyes met his once more. “What do you mean,” he asked.

 

The woman sighed.  “I’m afraid I’m rather rusty at making love, Harry.  It’s been a while,” she confessed.

 

Harry grinned.  “Don’t worry, Mione.  I remember how it goes.  Let me take the lead this time,” he said.

 

His words made Hermione’s heart flutter and the butterflies in her stomach were in a frenzy.  “I think I can handle that,” she said demurely.  It had also been a while since she’d given control to someone else, but there was no one she trusted more.

 

Harry kissed her gently, allowing their tongues to slowly caress each other.  He soon left her mouth skimming his lips down her neck, nipping and tasting her along the way.  Hermione’s head fell back with a breathy sigh as she gave herself up to him. 

 

The wizard’s cock throbbed painfully at the sound of her surrender.  He reached down for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up as he ran his hands up her sides.  She lifted her arms so he could remove the garment and get an unobstructed view of her in only her small lace knickers.  “So beautiful,” he whispered before kissing her shoulder.  He’d yet to explore her fully, but this time he was free to look, taste and feel to his heart’s content, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of that. 

 

He hooked his fingers into her knickers and pushed them down until they fell to her ankles.  Hermione let out a startled gasp as he swept her into his arms and lay her gently on the bed.  He stared down at her, taking in her curves.  He noticed the blush on his witch’s face and grinned.  He reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers.  He let them fall to the floor bringing his boxers down with them. Harry crawled onto the bed and reclined next the witch. 

 

Merlin, she’s perfect, he thought as he brought a hand to her neck and lightly brushed it down her body.  The woman arched into his touch.  So, bloody perfect.  He took his time; his fingers traced her breasts and tweaked her nipples.  They slid along her nether lips and dipped lightly inside to test her arousal.  Harry smiled at the moisture he found. 

 

The wizard leaned over, capturing one taught nipple in his mouth.  He twirled his tongue around it, eliciting a moan from the witch below.  He did the same for the other nipple, lavishing attention on it. Meanwhile, his hands gently roamed her plains and curves.  He savored the softness of her skin.  He mapped out the woman he loved with his mouth and hands.  Harry dipped his tongue into her bellybutton which caused Hermione to giggle. 

 

He grinned. “Ticklish?” he asked.  She nodded in confirmation.  He gave her one more teasing lick to draw out a few more giggles before he moved on.  He knew the occasional  tickle was fine, but knew Hermione wasn’t a fan when it was prolonged.  She’d once confided that she found such experiences uncomfortably painful. 

 

The wizard moved on with his exploration.  He ran his hand down to her mound, lightly palming her pussy, but not stimulating it.  Hermione was finding the whole experience to be sensual and arousing.  She felt as if Harry was slowly teasing each part of her awake.  Opening the way for further sensation.  It was like being bathed in love.   

 

She relaxed into the experience, letting Harry explore her as he saw fit.  His hands swept down her legs as he kissed the inside of her thigh.  Having him so close to her center caused the witch to moan and arch up into him.  He chuckled and kissed the inside of her knee instead of moving closer to where she wanted him.  He soothed her heated skin with is hands.  They caressed, gently grabbed and maneuvered.

 

Again, Hermione relaxed into the exploration.  Harry was incredibly thorough.  He flipped her over to have better access to the other half of her.  He kissed and lightly massaged her back, hands dipping ever lower.  He manhandled her bum, the movement tugging at her heated pussy.   She felt one hand slowly slide lower.  It traveled down the cleft of her ass and down towards her center. 

 

She let out a low guttural moan when the man atop her reached her pussy lips.  He moved her thighs farther apart to open her to his ministrations.   He wedged his hand between her legs.  It took no more than light pressure, before her lips opened and Harry encountered her hot, wet cunt.  They both groaned at the contact.  He moved his hand through her folds and brought a finger up to slowly rub her clit.  Hermione gasped at the contact. 

 

“Harry,”  the word slipped from her lips in a soft plea.   The wizard pulled his hand back slightly to change its position.  When he slid back, his thumb strummed the witch’s clit while two fingers entered her from behind.  She uttered a deep sigh of relief as his fingers filled her.  He slowly withdrew them and eased them back in.

 

It wasn’t long before the witch started to raise her hips and rock back into his fingers.  Harry was mesmerized as he watched that shapely, tight ass lift and move.  He palmed one of her cheeks with his free hand.  Which only caused more moans to fall from the witch’s lips.  He only managed a moment more before he removed his fingers and deftly flipped her over onto her back. 

 

He dropped between her spread thighs and lowered his mouth to her quim.  Hermione let out a strangled gasp of surprise as he started to lap and lave her pussy with attention.  Harry loved her taste.  He’d imagined it for years.  Every time he was with a woman, he could never stop thinking about Hermione.  Wondering if she’d be sweet or salty, tart or sour.  Would she need to be coaxed into reacting or need the full force of his attention to get a reaction?  The reality was more intoxicating than he’d ever imagined.  She was tart with a touch of sweetness.  Already he craved it.  So, he wasted no time as his tongue thoroughly explored her sex in a way that he hadn’t been able to during their first encounter. 

 

He was patient.  He skillfully brought her to the edge over and over, only to ease her back.  It left her needy instead of desperate.  This wasn’t a tactic Hermione was used to.  Mind you, she’d been edged many times, but never had it felt quite so exciting without being….painful.  There was definitely a time and place for such experiences, but this felt…….beautiful, like she was rising and falling on a sea of ecstasy.

 

Harry finally pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy, as he started to kiss and nip his way back up her body until he reached her lips.  Hermione eagerly opened her mouth to him.  Again, they were sharing a mind-bendingly slow, sensuous kiss.   It deepened as they both tried to convey what they felt for each other through it.

 

Harry reached down to position himself at her entrance.  He slowly slid into the witch below him, capturing her moan with his lips.  She was tight, wet and glorious.  She wrapped her legs around him urging him to move. His love making was as slow as the assault with his tongue had been.  When he didn’t have his lips pressed to hers,  he rested his forehead on her shoulder and whispered words of love.  Hermione was again rising and falling on the sea.  Their bodies moving in time. 

 

She didn’t know what was more overwhelming, the reality of the pleasure she was receiving or the litany of words that fell from the wizard’s lips.  “I love you, Hermione.  You’re beyond perfect.  You feel so good wrapped around me.  You’re so beautiful.  I’m so proud of you.  I’ve waited so long for you.  I’m so happy, Hermione.  You make me so happy.”

 

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she grasped desperately to Harry.  As if sensing that the time had come, the wizard increased his speed only slightly and brought a hand down between their bodies.  “Oh, Hermione, so beautiful, so bloody brilliant.  I’m gonna cum in you, love.  Come with me.  You feel so good around me.  Cum with me, Hermione,” he begged.

 

Hermione tipped over the edge with Harry’s hard cock moving within her, his nimble fingers stroking her clit and his words of love in her ear.  She cried out his name as her orgasm swept through her body.  “Oh, Mione, I love you!  You feel so good cumming on my cock, love,” he praised.  “So hot, so tight, so bloody perfect!”  The witch could feel his member throb inside her as Harry too reached his peak.

 

They both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry kissed Hermione’s forehead and rolled off of her. Hermione was left staring at the ceiling.  “Damn,” she said and Harry chuckled.

 

“Is that your seal of approval, Mione?” he asked.

 

Hermione laughed, “yes, definitely.”  She rolled over to look at the wizard beside her.  “That was amazing, Harry.  Thank you, “ she said as a few tears slipped from her eyes.

 

Harry reached out and wiped away a tear with his thumb.  “Hey, what’s this?” he said gently looking concerned. 

 

“No worries, Harry.  They’re happy tears  I promise,” she said with a smile and leaned in to kiss the man once more.   

 

“Ok, I know it was a lot for one day….” Harry started.

 

“No, Harry, tonight was….I don’t even know how to begin to tell you how wonderful it was. Tonight was perfect, the flowers, the meal, seeing the Sotos again, the lovemaking……it was all so perfect,”  she assured him. “Will you stay the night?” she asked.

 

“I’d like to, if that wouldn’t be too much.  I don’t want to crowd you, Mione,” he said.

 

“Please stay. I could go for some cuddles,” she responded snuggling into him.

 

“No problem, Mione.  I’m an excellent cuddler,” Harry said with a bright smile.

Notes:

Coming up next, Harry and Hermione tell Ron and Ginny of their new couple status.

Chapter 4: A Confession & A Quickie

Summary:

Harry and Hermione tell Ron and Ginny about their new relationship, and our favorite couple gets frisky in the kitchen.

Notes:

Sorry for the long hiatus. Here’s and extra long chapter to make up for it. Enjoy! 😊

Harry paced in front of his couch with an intensity that was getting on Hermione’s nerves which were already a mess to begin with.  “Harry, sit down!” she snapped.  She took a deep breath and said gently, “Pacing isn’t going to do anything but tire you out. Please sit down.”  She pat the seat next to her.

 

Harry plopped down next to her with a sigh.  “I know, Mione. I’m just nervous.  They’re our best friends.”  Hermione leaned over and rest her head on his shoulder.  She was nervous too.  They had decided to tell Ron and Ginny that they were dating that evening at their weekly movie night.   While it was still early in their new relationship, there was no way they could or wanted to keep this from them.  She didn’t think they would be upset with them, but the Weasleys were famous for their fiery tempers.  So, there was always a chance that this may not go well.  They weren’t just telling their best friends, but also their exes.

 

A knock on the door stopped their musings and they stood.  Harry gave Hermione a quick kiss before opening the door.  Ron burst through first.  “Harry! Mate!” He said throwing an arm around the other man.  “I can’t believe it’s almost been two weeks!  Mione!” he exclaimed when he saw the brunette witch in the foyer.  An elbow came seemingly from nowhere and hit Ron squarely in the stomach.  “Oof!” he grunted before doubling over. A petit red head appeared behind them. 

 

“Move, Ron!” the woman said shoving past her brother.  “Harry! Mione! I’ve missed you!” she cried as she hugged one, then the other.

 

“Dammit, Ginny!” Ron yelled, rubbing his stomach.  “Did you have to hit me?”

 

“No,” she said brightly.  “I could have hexed you.  Honestly, I think I deserve a thank you for my restraint.”

 

“Not bloody likely,” her brother grumbled.

 

Harry laughed, “Why don’t we move to the living room.  If this is going to turn into a firefight.  I think we’d all appreciate the extra space.”

 

“What’s for supper?” Ron asked as he wondered into the living room. Both women glanced at each other and rolled their eyes.

 

“Pizza,” Harry replied.  “I was just waiting for you to get here to order.”

 

“Perfect! “ The ginger wizard exclaimed.  “Couldn’t find decent pizza in Bulgaria.”

 

“Get off it, Ron,” Ginny scolded.  “You act as if you were starved.  Stop being melodramatic.”

 

Ron nudged Harry and whispered, “Gets more and more like Mum every day.  You really dodged the Avada with that one, mate.”

 

Harry had the good sense to keep his mouth shut considering both women were glaring in their direction.

 

 

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Once everyone was seated and beers had been passed around, Harry cleared his throat.  “I have something to tell you,“ he started.

 

“Is something wrong? You look like someone died,” Ron said.  “Wait, no one died did they?”

 

“No. No. it’s nothing like that,” Harry quickly responded.  He looked to Hermione.  She understood his fear. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t harbor those same fears.  They both lost their families and were eternally grateful to the Weasleys for enthusiastically accepting them as their own.  It was something she was terrified of losing.

 

Hermione rose from the couch to stand next to Harry’s chair.  “Harry and I are dating,” she announced.  They hadn’t been sure what reaction they would get from the Weasleys, but what they got was confusing at best.

 

Ron jumped up from the couch, “you have got to be bloody joking,” he yelled.  He started pacing as he continued to rant.  As much as Ron’s reaction startled them, Ginny’s just baffled them.  She was rolling on the couch laughing hysterically.  Harry and Hermione looked to each other for explanation, but all they could do was shrug.

 

“You couldn’t wait a few more months?” Ron ranted.  “And shove off, Ginny.  You didn’t win either!”

 

The ginger witch tried to get control of her giggles as she wiped tears from her eyes. “Yeah, but at least you didn’t either.”

 

The ginger wizard dropped himself back onto the couch with a huff.  “It was over 100 galleons, 100, Gin.”

 

“Could someone, please, tell us what’s going on?” Hermione finally interjected.

 

Ginny took another large breath to compose herself and said, “Sorry,” She took another calming breath.  “Ron’s just sore that he lost the pool.”

 

“What pool?” the other witch asked.

 

“The pool for when you two would get together,” she responded casually.

 

“I was only two months away,” Ron grumbled until he looked up hopefully at the new couple.  “Could you just not tell anyone until after the New Year?”

 

Harry was about to agree, when both witches shouted, “No!”

 

“Ronald, we will not be deceiving our friends, so you can win a bet,” Hermione scolded.

 

“It’s not a bet, it’s a pool,” he said under his breath just for Ginny to punch him in the arm.

 

Harry frowned, “ You set up a pool on us?”

 

“I didn’t do it!,” the other wizard exclaimed.  “George did!”

 

Ginny giggled. “George started it about two years ago, as a lark and it kinda got out of hand,” she explained.

 

“And the pot got big,” her brother added.

 

“So, you’re not mad at us?” Harry asked.

 

“No, mate.  It’s obvious you two are crazy for each other.  We’ve just been waiting for you two to figure it out,” he answered.

 

Instantly he found himself in Hermione’s tight embrace.  Startled and somewhat confused, Ron wrapped his arms around the witch.  He looked to Harry and saw the man slump in weary relief.  Surprised again, he turned to his sister.  Her giggles had ended and she frowned at her friends’ reactions.

 

“Hey, what’s this?” he asked gently.  Hermione only responded with light sobs.  “You didn’t think….” He started.  At a loss once more, he looked to Ginny. 

 

She stood and pulled Harry out of his chair and into a group hug with Ron and Hermione.  “You two are family.  Nothing you do will ever change that.  You’re stuck with us whether you like it or not,” she said firmly.

 

A silence fell over them for only a moment before Ron added, “You know I love you and all, but I’m starving and someone mentioned pizza.”

 

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An hour later, everyone had settled around the TV, pizzas arranged on the coffee table, while Pirates of the Caribbean played.  “They should have taught sword fighting in Hogwarts,” Ron commented between bites.

 

Ginny rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe you keep ordering pepperoni and pineapple pizza.”

 

“Oi!  I know all of you snatch a piece sometimes,” he accused.  No one said a word as they pretended not to have heard him.

 

“Oh, yeah, play dumb, but none of you can deny the deliciousness of sweet pineapple with a  spicy pepperoni,” he said before taking another bite.

 

Hermione leaned over and whispered to Ginny, “At least he stopped getting anchovies.” The other witch nodded her head in agreement, before turning her attention back to the movie. 

 

Hermione hopped up from the couch, “I need another beer.  Anyone else?” she asked.  All of her companions raised their hands.  “Harry, could you help me with that?”  Harry frowned in confusion, but got up anyway, following her out of the room.  Ron and Ginny shared a knowing look, shrugged their shoulders and turned their focus back to the swashbuckling action on the screen. 

 

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Harry rounded the corner into the kitchen.  “Why did you need my…”  His question was cut off by Hermione’s lips as they crushed into his.  Startled but by no means displeased, he eagerly returned the kiss.  Pulling back slightly, he asked with an amused smile, “Not that I don’t enjoy this, but what is going on?”

 

Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet.  “I’m just so relieved and happy,” she started.  “This just went so much better than I ever imagined.  I don’t know, it just seemed like the occasion called for a kitchen quickie,” she said pressing herself against him.

 

“Now?” he asked.

 

“Yes, now,” she said playfully.  “Unless, you’re not up for it…”

 

Oh, he was starting to get “up” for it, but he wasn’t sure of the timing.  “Ginny and Ron are right in the other room.”

 

“I know that,” the witch replied.  “Just throw up a muffliato if you don’t think you can be quiet.  Besides, it’s not like they haven’t done it.”

 

“Wait!  When was that?  Where was that?  Who..?” he sputtered.

 

“Harry, do you really want to discuss this now?  Or would you rather celebrate the fact that our best friends and family accept us by getting balls deep in me?” she asked while cupping his growing erection.

 

Harry groaned at the sensation and quickly flicked a muffliato at the door.  Hermione smirked. “Good choice,” she said as she started to drop to her knees.  The wizard halted her movement with a firm hand on her elbow.  She looked at him questioningly.

 

It was Harry’s turn to smirk.  “You said nothing about head, Mione,” he said in a low growl.  “You promised balls deep and I mean to claim my prize.”  He quickly spun her around and bent her over the counter.  He wasted no time unbuttoning the witch’s pants and pulling them and her knickers to the floor.  Hermione only had time to release one foot from her pants, before he kicked her feet apart as he undid his own trousers. 

 

Hermione felt Harry run a finger through her slick pussy lips and moaned.  Pleased with what he found, the man lined up his cock and slammed into the willing witch.  She tried to muffle her scream of pleasure at the sudden intrusion, since she wasn’t sure of the strength of the silencing charm. 

 

“Fuck,” Harry hissed behind her.  He took a moment to get control of himself before he started to drive into the witch.  He didn’t know if it was the enormous wave of relief, the giddy excitement of unexpected but very welcome sex, or that he was still in awe that he was finally getting his chance with Hermione.  Whatever it was, his body was on fire.  He looked down at the witch’s fine round ass which jiggled every time he slammed into it.  On a complete whim, he gave her ass a quick smack.  It wasn’t something he’d tried before since it just seemed silly, but hearing the resulting low groan from Hermione and how her quim tightened around him, he changed his mind.  He swatted her again, and Hermione arched her back moaning, “Yes, Harry.  Please.  Just like that.”

 

Harry cursed again and increased his pace.  He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto his cock with every thrust.  He peppered in sharp smacks to her backside, which never failed to elicit the most delightful moans and caused her cunt to squeeze his cock.  “God, you’re so bloody perfect, Mione,” Harry said breathlessly.  “I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

 

Hermione gasped.  “Don’t! Don’t hold back, Harry.  Ream my pussy and come in me!” she begged.  Harry was more that happy to give the witch what she wanted.  He rode her until his balls tightened, and he exploded inside her with a few more vigorous strokes.  “Fuck!” he cried out.  They both stayed in place for a moment, catching their breath.

 

“That was amazing,” Hermione said.

 

Harry frowned, “ You didn’t come.”

 

The witch laughed. “And I don’t need to for it to feel bloody amazing,” she replied.

 

“Well, I have a reputation to maintain,” he said.  Hermione was about to ask what he meant, when Harry spun her around once more and lifted her to set on top of the counter.  Within seconds, he had parted her thighs and dropped to his knees.

 

“Harry, you don’t need…” the witch started before Harry ran his tongue through her folds.

 

Harry didn’t mind going down on a bird that he’d cum inside.  Tasting himself wasn’t unpleasant, and he’d learned that many women found the act highly erotic.  Most men avoid tasting themselves like the plague.  He, on the other hand, found it satisfying knowing that it was his cock that made her so wet, it was his cock that had cum in her.

 

Hermione threaded her fingers into Harry’s hair as she enjoyed his work.  She encouraged him with words of praise, and soon was thrusting herself into his face, riding his tongue.  Sensing the urgency of her need, Harry inserted two fingers into her messy cunt and began thrusting vigorously as his tongue attacked her clit.  She screamed as her orgasm hit.  Harry gently coaxed her through it.

 

“Damn, you really are good at that,” Hermione praised.  Harry grinned up at her.  His face wet from their combined fluids.  He grabbed his wand and cleansed them with a flick of his wrist.

 

“We should probably grab those beers before someone comes looking,” Harry said. 

 

Hermione laughed, “Oh, I’m sure they know better than to check on us.”

 

They retrieved the bottles and made their way back to the living room.  The gingers on the couch didn’t even bother to look in their direction, eyes glued to the screen. 

 

“Took you long enough,” Ron grumbled as he was handed his beer.

 

“Stop whining, Ron.  At least they had the decency to use a silencing charm,” Ginny remarked.

 

“Uh, sorry guys,” Harry began.  “I..uh…didn’t realize we’d been gone that long,” he apologized. 

 

“I’m not sorry,” Hermione said cheerfully as she retook her seat on the couch.  Harry flushed red as the others laughed. 

 

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After the movie had been watched, the pizza eaten, a few more beers and a bit of chatting, the evening drew to a close.  “We need to see more movies with sword fights,” Ron commented.  “Way more impressive than guns.  Swords take skill.”

 

“I don’t know,” Ginny pipped in.  “Guns are lighter, easier to use and are deadly whether close up or at a distance.  I’d go with a gun,” she decided. 

 

“I’d take a wand over either any day of the week,” Harry announced.

 

“Well, of course, a wand is better,” Ginny rolled her eyes while Ron nodded in agreement. 

 

“Yeah, mate.  Wands always win, but the question is: which would you choose between a gun and a sword, and let me remind you that swords are bad ass and can be used in the Muggle and Magical world.”

 

“And, let me remind you that Muggles don’t use swords anymore.  And a gun is just as deadly in the magical or muggle worlds,” Ginny campaigned.

 

Harry mulled the question over for a moment.  He weighed the pros and cons as best he could in his beer buzzed brain.  “Sorry, Ron.  I have to go with a gun.  They are just more practical,” he advised.

 

“Yes!” Ginny pumped her fist in the air.

 

Ron sat with his mouth agape over the betrayal.  Then he remembered that there was one more person that could help settle this vital issue.  “Mione, which would you choose,  a sword or a –,” he started.

 

“Nope!” Hermione interrupted.  “Nope, nope. I am not getting in the middle of this,” she declared.  “Besides, it’s almost midnight and don’t you have to work the morning shift , Ron?”

 

The ginger wizard looked crestfallen as he nodded.

 

“You could all crash here if you want,” Harry offered.

 

“No, we should go,” Ginny said as she stood.  “Come on, Ron.  I want to sleep in my own bed.  I’ve had too many nights away lately.”

 

Ron rose from the couch and wobbled.

 

“Maybe the flue would be safer,” Hermione suggested.

 

“Good call,” Ginny responded linking her arm with her brother’s as Hermione grabbed onto the other.  Together they maneuvered him out the room and to the large fireplace in the reception room.  After a quick pinch of flue powder, Ginny managed to shove her brother through  to their flat.

 

“Merlin, he can be an oaf sometimes,” Ginny commented.  Taking advantage of their privacy, she turned to Hermione.  “Now that we’re alone, I have two important questions and I want you to answer truthfully,” she started.  Hermione took in the other woman’s serious demeanor and worry flooded her once more.  Even so, she nodded her agreement.

 

“Ok, so first question, I know it’s early, but are you happy?” she asked.

 

The other woman nodded again.  “Yes, very happy,” she replied earnestly.

 

“Good. Now for the important question.  If my spot in the pool had been only a month away, would you have kept your relationship a secret until I won?” she asked seriously.

 

“Without a second thought,” Hermione vehemently swore.  The two women stared at each other for a second before both cracked a smile and started laughing. “What date did you have in the pool?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. 

 

“Oh, mine passed a few years ago.  I actually had the earliest date.  I guess I underestimated how thick headed you both were,” the red head laughed. “Seriously though, I am happy for you,” she added causing the brunette to embrace her.

 

Ginny pulled back first, “I had better go and make sure Ron didn’t pass out in front of the fireplace, but we have to do lunch on Tuesday.”

 

“Of course, Tuesday, lunch,” Hermione confirmed.

 

Ginny threw in another pinch of flue powder and the fire roared to life once more.  She looked back at the other woman with a cheeky grin. “And you have to tell me everything,” she said as she stepped through.

 

“So, how worried should I be about this lunch?”  Harry asked, stepping into the room.

 

“Why?  Think she’ll steal me away from you?” she teased.

 

Harry laughed, “Not hardly.”

 

“Hmmm….I don’t know. She’s pretty fit…” Hermione said with a grin.

 

“That she is, but not as beautiful as you,” Harry responded crossing the room and wrapping his arms around the witch.  “Stay with me tonight?” he asked.

 

Hermione smiled up at him.  “I’d love to,” she replied and let him lead her from the room.  They settled into bed and found themselves too tired to do much more than snuggle up together and sleep.

Chapter 5: Dishing

Summary:

Hermione and Ginny catch up during their lunch date.

Hermione shuffled through her paperwork making sure everything was appropriately organized before she ran out for lunch.  She glanced to the clock on the wall.  A quarter til noon.  She’d have to hurry if she didn’t want to be late for her lunch date with Ginny.  Satisfied that she’d found a good stopping point, she grabbed her coat and made her way out of the Ministry. 

 

By the time Hermione got to the little muggle café they both preferred, Ginny was already seated.  When she saw her, the ginger waved the other witch over.

 

“Sorry, I’m late,” Hermione said as she took her seat.

 

“Please,” Ginny waved off her apology.  “I always expect you to be late, when we meet after you’ve been at work,” she laughed. “Sooooo….you two have any more fun after we left?”

 

Hermione laughed this time.  “Given how late it was when you left and how much we drank, we were lucky to make it upstairs to bed before we passed out.  Did Ron make it further than the fireplace?” she asked.

 

“Surprisingly, yes.  He was already in bed when I went through.  Made it to work on time and everything,” she commented.   The siblings had decided to go in on a flat shortly after Ron partnered with George on the store.  Between the two of them, they made enough for a decent apartment in Diagon Alley. The social pair loved being in the heart of the British wizarding world.

 

“Well, that’s good,” Hermione replied as she glanced around the busy café.

 

“I already ordered for us,” Ginny told her.

 

“Oh, thank Merlin, I don’t want to be late back to work.  What did you get?” she asked.

 

“Basically, our usual,” she answered.  “Chicken salad on a croissant, crisps and biscuits, along with tea, of course.”

 

“You are an absolute gem, Gin,”  the brunette praised. 

 

Ginny smirked, “As I said, I knew you’d be late, and I didn’t want to waste any time reading menus.  Especially when we have so very much to discuss.”

 

“Of course,” Hermione laughed.  “So, what do you want to know?”

 

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“Oh, Merlin!  That is Hot!” Ginny exclaimed.

 

“Shhhh!” Hermione scolded.  “The whole restaurant doesn’t need to know.”

 

Ginny laughed.  “Sorry, I just can’t believe he let you tie him up.”

 

“Twice,” Hermione added smugly.

“What? Really?”  The brunette nodded her confirmation.  “Wow, he really must like you,” Ginny mused.  “I could never get him to be so adventurous in bed.”

 

Hermione frowned, “Gin, I didn’t mean to imply….”

 

The ginger waved off her concern.  “I know you didn’t.  Besides, we were stupid kids back then, and straight off the front lines of war.  I wanted to try everything, and he wanted safe and simple.  I really can’t blame him for that, all things considered.”  Noticing that her friend remained frowning, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

It took a second for her to answer.  “Ginny, you said you knew that Harry and I liked each other for a while now.  Were you ever jealous of me, you know, when you two were still together?  I know there were a lot of reasons you broke up, but was I one of them?” she asked.

 

The other witch took a little time to consider the question.  “No…..I don’t think so,” she started.  “I was never jealous of you, maybe your closeness to Harry, but I wasn’t jealous of you.  You are definitely not one of the reasons we broke up.  As I said, we were dumb kids that wanted different things in life.  Breaking up was the best decision we could have made.”

 

“Mione, I trust you, and I did back then.  I was never scared you’d “steal” him away or anything.  You were my rock after we broke up.  I didn’t expect that.  In fact, I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be friends after.”  Hermione opened her mouth to assure her that would never have been the case, but Ginny waved her off once more.  “I know, I know.  I was just so low then.  I was still dealing with Fred’s death, the war, the breakup and I just didn’t know where I fit in anymore.  And then there you were, helping me in ways my family couldn’t.  I can’t even begin to tell you how much that meant.” The ginger witch took a deep breath.  “Well, that got deep really quick.  Let’s go back to safer territory,”  she said.  “So, what do you have planned next?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

 

“No, no, no,” Hermione countered.  “We’ve already talked about me, it’s your turn.  I haven’t seen you in two weeks.  How have you been? How was Bulgaria? Did you see Victor, outside of the pitch that is?”

 

Ginny laughed. “Ok, ok, my turn. Bulgaria was fine, won three out of four matches, and yes I did see Victor,” she replied.

 

“More detail, please,” the brunette said, waving for her to elaborate.

 

“Bulgaria was fun.  Despite what Ron said, there was plenty of good food there.  It had a decent night life, and Victor was kind enough to show us around.  Ron still harbors a bit of a man crush on him, which is never not going to be funny,” she elaborated.

 

“So, how is Victor? In his last letter he said he’s thinking of retiring,” the other witch asked.

 

“Yeah, he’s still thinking about it. Says he’s getting too old to be on the pitch.” Both witches rolled their eyes at that.  Victor was still in his prime and could easily play for another 10 or 15 years.  “I think he’s just tired of the limelight and the pressure of it all.  He said that several teams have reached out to him about coaching, and he’s considering it.  He obviously still loves the game, and doubt he’d be happy in another field.”

 

“Oh, wow.  Good for him.  What teams are interested?”

 

“Right now, the Ballycastle Bats have reached out along with the Chudley Cannons and a couple teams from the US.  He’d make a good coach,” Ginny replied. 

 

“He’d make a great coach.  I take it Ron tried to convince him to go with the Cannons?”  Hermione asked.

 

“Of course,” she said with a grin.  “It really would help them out.  I mean, old Ricklesworth is ancient and has been holding them back.  Having Victor come on could really turn the team around.  Not to mention they could use some good publicity.  Between their abysmal records and half the team being arrested for brawling after their last match, well, yeah, they can use the good publicity.”

 

“Definitely,” Hermione agreed.  “Now how are you personally? It’s your turn to spill.”

 

Ginny signed, “There’s not much to say. Well, other than, I’m fine.  Still love my job, still taking a break from dating, and I’m not looking for hook ups, if that’s what you mean.”

 

“Well, not exactly, but how’s being voluntarily single going?” she asked.

 

“Good, actually,” Ginny replied.  “Not that I hated being out there or anything.  I just kinda want to focus on me right now. Don’t get me wrong.  I love sex, but yeah, I needed to take a break from it all.  Do I sound crazy?” she asked.

 

“Not at all, it’s perfectly reasonable, and if anyone gives you any trouble then send them my way,” the other witch responded. 

 

“Don’t worry, I can take care of myself,” the ginger laughed.

 

“Of course, you can,” Hermione said with certainty.

 

“Ok, I’ve spilled.  Now, what do you plan next with Harry?” Ginny asked eagerly which made the other witch giggle.  “Sorry, but I’m not getting any right now and have to get my thrills somehow,” she said primly.

 

Hermione laughed again and shrugged.  It’s not like I haven’t done the same to her, the witch thought.  “Well, I’m not sure.  I don’t want to throw everything at him at once, but I really don’t know what he’d like,” she answered.  “Any tips?”

 

“Ummm….” Ginny thought for a second.  “Well, he seems to be taking to submission pretty well.  It makes sense.  With his line of work, having someone else take the lead has to be a relief.  But I think he has a bit of a dominate streak as well.  I saw it a little when we were together, and if Padma is to be believed, he’s only mildly explored that side of himself.”

 

“Padma told you that?” Hermione asked, quite surprised that the woman would be so forthcoming with her sex life.

 

“Of course not,” Ginny said.  “Parvati told me.  She always was a gossip.  Don’t worry, I made it clear that she should keep anything she hears about Harry to herself from now on.”

 

The brunette laughed.  “Oh, please tell me you didn’t hex her.”

 

“Didn’t need to, my reputation apparently precedes me,” she said proudly.  “Anyway, having him play dom may be a way to go.  Maybe some roleplay or public sex.”

 

“How public?” Hermione asked.

 

“The public where it’s still a thrill but there’s no risk of discovery.  I mean, he seemed to like what you did in the kitchen on Friday, didn’t he?” Ginny replied.

 

“Yeah, he did.  Good plan.  What about anal?” The brunette countered.

 

“Giving or receiving?” the other witch shot back.

 

“Either”

 

“Then no, he hasn’t done either, at least not with me,” she said.

 

“Then why did you ask……” Hermione started then shook her head.  “Never mind.   I’ve got to get back to work.  Any last suggestions?”

 

“Yes.  Talk to him,” Ginny said.  “Ask him what he wants or would like to try and figure it out as you go.  This isn’t curse breaking, Mione.  You can do this,” she said encouragingly.   “Now go, you’re going to be late.  I’ll settle the bill.”

 

Hermione quickly gathered her things and stood.  “Thanks, Gin!  I’ll get the next one, I promise,” she said as she leaned down and gave the redhead a peck on the cheek and dashed out the door. 

Chapter 6: The Talk

Summary:

Harry and Hermione talk sex and find themselves eager to give a few ideas a try.

It wasn’t until Saturday that Harry and Hermione could have another proper date.  Hermione had picked the location this time.  She’d chosen a muggle restaurant where she knew they wouldn’t be recognized.  It also had delicious food, private seating and a nice little alley out back that was rarely used. They apparated into the alley and walked together to the front entrance.

 

“Haven’t I been here before?” Harry asked as they went inside. 

 

“Yes, we came here for my birthday a couple years ago,”  she reminded him. 

 

“Oh, right.  I remember……kind of…..that was a crazy night,” the man mused.

 

“I’ll say,” Hermione laughed.  “You and Ron got drunk way too early in the night and Ginny ended up dumping you both at the Burrow so we could carry on.”

 

Harry grimaced.  “Molly was not happy about that.  Had us both up at dawn with a list of chores.  You still had fun after we left right?  We didn’t mess up your birthday?”

 

“Of course, you didn’t.  I still had a great night,” she assured him.  It was also why she decided to return.  That alley had been handy for more than just apparition.

 

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After they were seated in a private little nook, Hermione waited until their drinks had been served to broach the topic she wanted to discuss.  “I wanted to talk to you about something, Harry,” she started.

 

The man in question frowned.  “Is everything alright?” he asked.

 

“Yes, of course, it’s just…..well......” the witch suddenly found herself without words.  She took a deep breath.  She was being silly.  There was absolutely no reason to be embarrassed.  Especially considering all that they had already done. “Uh…I wanted to talk to you about sex,” she blurted out and then blushed.

 

Harry wasn’t sure if he should laugh or frown and decided to do neither.  “Ok,” he replied evenly.  “What about sex?”

”What do you like, what do you think you would like, what do you want to try, is there anything that you don’t want to do?” Hermione asked in quick succession.

 

This time the man did laugh.  “Ok, but how about we just start with one question.  Where do you want to start?”

 

“Sorry,” the witch said sheepishly.  “I don’t know why I’m so tongue tied, but it’s such an awkward  topic to bring up out of the blue.  I just thought it would be good to get an idea of what we want and don’t want and want to try.  So, what do you know for sure that you like?” she tried again.

 

“Well, obviously I like sex in general,” he started, pausing to consider the question.  “I like getting head, but what guy doesn’t” he shrugged.  I love going down on a woman.  I love making her come on my mouth and fingers.”

 

Hermione felt the heat on her face quickly moving south to rest low in her belly.  She knew what he could do with that tongue.  “I liked being tied up, it….I don’t know.  It was kinda like with the blindfold.  You took away my ability to touch or see and I was forced to just focus on what you were doing and telling me to do.  That was really nice.  I spanked you last week.  I always thought that doing so was…well abusive at worst and silly at best.  Then I did it….and the way you reacted…..I want to try that again.”

 

Harry realized that this conversation was very likely going to keep him erect for the entire date.  “Anything else?” the witch prompted. 

 

“Yeah, I was once with a woman who wanted me to pretend that I was an auror interrogating her.  It was a lot more fun that I thought it would be.  I’d like to try something like that again. If that isn’t weird,” he added feeling a tad unsure.

 

Hermione smiled. “That isn’t weird at all, Harry.  It’s perfectly normal.  I love role play,” she admitted.  “There are so many scenarios we could try.”

 

The wizard had to adjust his cock in his trousers just thinking of Hermione in handcuffs.  “I would like that.” Harry said quietly staring intently at the woman across from him.  Oh yes, he was very much looking forward to that, he thought.

 

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Their conversation lasted all through dinner, and then dessert and then drinks.  “I think it would be helpful, if you had a chance to look into some of these kinks on your own.  Then we can get more into specific interests.  Here, I brought you this book,” Hermione grabbed the book she’d stowed in her bag earlier.  “And this is a checklist of activities and such.  You just go down the list and mark what you’ve done, what you like, want to try or any hard limits and such,” she rambled.

 

Harry took the offered materials and shrunk them down to fit in his jacket pocket.  He laughed.  “I should have known dating Hermione Granger would require homework,” he chuckled.

 

Hermione blushed.  “Is this too much? I’ve gotten carried away, haven’t I,” she asked.

 

“No, not at all,” the wizard assured her.  He reached across the table and took hold of her hand.  “It was very thoughtful. And I have to admit, I have no idea what’s out there.  I appreciate the guidebook.  I just hope I’m not boring you,” he confessed.

 

The woman frowned.  “Why would I think you’re boring.  You’re the most amazing person I know.  I love you, Harry Potter.  I’m just excited to share this all with you.  It’s not the sex that makes it special, it’s you.  It’s exploring all this with you that I’m looking forward to,” she said earnestly. 

 

Harry thought his heart might burst with her words.  He marveled at his luck.  This strong, intelligent, sexy woman loved him, wanted him, and he certainly wanted her too.  Rather badly after all their talk of sex.  “You want to get out of here?” he asked.

 

Hermione gave him a devious grin and agreed. 

 

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They rounded the corner and ducked back into the alley they’d apparated into earlier.  Harry pulled Hermione against him and asked, “My place or yours?”

 

“How about here?” Hermione whispered.

 

“Here?” the wizard looked about him in surprise.  “Someone could see us.”

 

“No, they won’t I put silencing and muggle repelling charms up and a notice me not for good measure,” she assured him, but he still looked uncertain.  She drew up closer and took his hand.  “We don’t have to do this here.  We can go back to your place or mine and continue this,” she said bringing Harry’s hand up underneath her dress to press it against her bare, wet pussy. “But I’m so ready for you now.”

 

“Fuck,” the wizard breathed.  The woman had been without knickers all night.  The realization brought Harry’s cock to full attention.  He let his fingers trail through her pussy lips and she moaned and widened her stance.  The man used the extra room to thrust two fingers into her drenched pussy.

 

Hermione whined, “Please Harry,” she begged.  “I need you inside me so bad.  I don’t care where we do it.”

 

Harry started a lazy rhythm with his fingers.  “Oh, yeah?” his voice had dropped to the point the he was practically growling.  “Anywhere, Hermione?” The witch frantically nodded.  “You’d let me bend you over those boxes over there and fuck you?  You’d let me slam you against one of these walls and pound you into it? Or how about I throw you to the ground and make you suck my cock before I fucked you like the whore you are?”  The man hoped he wasn’t going too far, but she’d confessed earlier that she loved dirty, degrading talk.  He can’t say he was opposed to it either considering how tight his trousers were and the small mewls he was eliciting from his witch.

 

“Yes, please, Harry.  Any of them, all of them.  I just need you,” she gasped.  Harry smirked.  Without removing his fingers, he started backing Hermione up until her back hit a wall. 

 

He brought his unoccupied hand up to her throat and lightly grasped it.  “Now listen, if I fuck you in this alley, it will be hard and it will be fast.  I will fuck you until I explode in that tight little pussy and won’t care whether you cum or not.  Do you understand?” the wizard growled.  The witch nodded her head,  “Do you still want me, here, in this alley?”

 

“Yes!” Hermione gasped.  She wanted it hard and fast, and she had absolutely no doubt that she would reach orgasm.  She was halfway there already.  “Please, Harry, I need you,” she begged.

 

Harry bunched her dress up to her waist, exposing her dripping cunt to the night air.  “Such a sweet little slut,” he praised as he watched her writhe on his fingers.  He removed them causing the witch to whine.  He ignored it and brought his fingers up to her lips.  She eagerly obeyed his unspoken command and opened her mouth to suck his fingers clean. 

 

He used  both hands to hoist the woman up and braced her against the wall.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.  “Now be a good girl and reach between us and take out my cock,” he commanded.

 

Hermione snaked one hand between them. Brushing past her own slick pussy to reach his cock.  She made short work of freeing the man from his trousers.  “Good girl,” he cooed at  her.  “Now bring your hands back up.  You’re gonna want to hang on for this.”

 

As soon as her hand was out of his way, he lined himself up and slammed forcefully into the witch.  She keened and wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on for dear life.  He pummeled her into the wall, chaffing her back on the rough surface.  She could care less, the little pain just added to her pleasure. 

 

Harry was on fire.  He’d never been this excited, this aroused in his life.  Fucking where they shouldn’t just added to the thrill, he thought as he continued to drill into his witch.  He chased his orgasm. God, after an evening of “arousing” conversation, he was desperate for release.  Hermione too seemed to be on the same wavelength.  She came surprisingly quick, clamping her fluttering pussy on his cock until he could barely move.  He did though, he powered through her orgasm and came.  His cock throbbing in her tight cunt that still pulsed around him as he released himself in her.

 

They breathed hard, foreheads resting against each other as they came down from their high.  “Merlin, that was a brilliant idea, Mione,” he said.

 

Hermione laughed, “I’d have to agree with that.”

 

Harry carefully lowered her to the ground and helped to right her dress.  He noticed that the back had torn.  “Are you ok, was I too rough?” he asked concerned that he’d hurt her.

 

“No, no, I’m fine. I- uh – well, I enjoyed that part too.  Besides, I can fix the dress later.  Mind putting some bruise cream on my back?” she asked.

 

“Are you inviting me over?” he asked with a grin.

 

The woman smiled back, “I suppose I am.  So, what do you say?  Want to stay the night with me?”

 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied and caught the witch around her waist and brought her to him once more.  He captured her lips in a kiss before turning and disapperating them both to the little flat that they’d share tonight.

 

Chapter 7: Family Dinner

Summary:

Harry and Hermione announce their relationship to the Weasleys, and then enjoy some cuddle time afterwards.

“So, have you thought of a safe word?” Hermione asked as she plopped down in a chair next to Harry at her kitchen table.

 

“What?” Harry asked almost choking on his tea. 

 

“Your safe word.  We talked about it last night,” she said as she grabbed a piece of toast. 

 

“Oh, uh, yeah, I thought ‘dementor’ would work,” he responded.

 

The witch grimaced.  “That would definitely put a stop to things.  I want to use the traffic light system too.  Green means go, everything’s good, yellow means slow down or that you’re reaching your limit and red means stop, the scene is over.  That way you can also get positive feedback if you aren’t sure about my liking something,” she said.

 

“Sounds good to me,”  the wizard responded.  “Are you nervous about today?”

 

“A little, but with Ron and Ginny already knowing about us, telling the rest of the family will hopefully be easier,” she said.

 

Harry took her hand and squeezed it affectionately.  “I’m sure it will be fine,” he smiled. 

 

Hermione leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.  “You’re the best.  You know that, right?” she said.

 

Harry laughed.  “I could say the same about you.”

 

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Harry and Hermione apparated to the Burrow at noon and followed the path to the house.   “So, should we do it right away or wait until dinner is over,” Harry asked. 

 

“At the beginning of dinner,” Hermione replied.  “Otherwise, I’ll be too nervous to eat a thing, and you know Molly would notice.”  They shared a smile at the woman’s mothering nature.

 

Harry took a deep breath, “So, before it is.”

 

They hadn’t even made it through the door before Molly was on them.  “Oh, Harry, Hermione, you’ve come,” she exclaimed hugging each in turn.  “Hermione, dear, I’ve missed you.  They work you too hard at the Ministry, keeping you busy on weekends.  What nonsense.”

 

Hermione smiled at the older woman.  “I love my work, so I don’t mind putting in the effort,” she explained. 

 

“Of course, of course, dear,” the witch said absently as she flicked her wand and trays laden with food arranged themselves on the table.  She then called everyone in for dinner. 

 

As the Weasleys filed in and found their seats, Hermione caught sight of Luna.  “Luna!” she exclaimed.  “I didn’t know you’d be here,” she said as the two women embraced.

 

“Ginny said I should come today,” the blond responded.  “Neville is here too.  He’s outside somewhere.  Mr. Weasley wanted to show him something.”

 

Sure enough, Neville and Arthur appeared in the doorway.  Neville smiled and gave them a wave as he was herded to the other side to the table.  Ron and Ginny finally appeared as well and quickly took their seats before Molly could scold them for dawdling. They were all about to tuck in when Harry cleared his throat.  “Do you mind if I say something real quick?” he asked.

 

Arthur smiled at him from the head of the table.  “Of course, Harry what is it?”

 

Harry stood and Hermione rose with him holding his hand.  “Um….well, we just wanted to tell everyone that we’re dating.  Like officially,” he said as he brought up their clasped hands.

 

There was a moment of silence before the table erupted with cheers, congratulations and a couple of groans from those who lost the pool.  After that, dinner was a pleasant affair.  They ate, engaged in chit chat and answered questions about their relationship.  The pair was almost dizzy with the amount of love and acceptance that was directed towards them. 

 

Afterwards, Molly came up to congratulate them in person.  She was interrupted when George intercepted her and begrudgingly handed over a bag of coins.  Hermione laughed, “So, you won the pool?”

 

“Of course, I did,” she responded.  “I know my children.  I knew you two just needed a little time to sort things out,” she said.  Seeing their reaction at being recognized as her children she brought up her hands to cupped a cheek on each of them.  “I would never turn my back on any of my children because of who they loved.  I am so very happy for you both,” she said and planted a kiss on each of their foreheads.  “Now, go on, talk to your friends,” she commanded as she shooed them away.

 

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Harry and Hermione were exhausted when they made it to Harry’s flat later that afternoon. “So, sweats and channel surfing?” Harry suggested after they emerged from the flu. 

 

“Sounds amazing,” Hermione replied as she removed her shoes.  “I’d rather not think too hard for a while.”

 

Harry laughed. “Same.  That went well, but I don’t think I could answer any more questions, especially the one Luna asked,” he said with a blush. 

 

“Uh, yeah…that was a bit of a….well, not an appropriate conversation when surrounded by family,” she agreed.  “I love her to death, but sometimes her timing is just all wrong,” she giggled at Harry’s embarrassment.  “Mind if I steal some of your clothes?” she asked.

 

“You say that like my answer matters,” the wizard responded.

 

“You’re right,” Hermione said with a  cheeky grin.  She kissed Harry on the cheek before dashing up the stairs laughing.

 

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Within half an hour the two had changed into sweats and t-shirts and lay cuddled on the couch together watching random snippets of shows.  Hermione was starting to doze off in Harry’s arms when she felt a distinct hardness press into her backside.  Harry started to gently rub her leg, moving higher with every pass.  Eventually he reached the top of her thigh and then slowly undid the tie that was keeping her oversized pants in place.  “Harry?” Hermione started.

 

“Shhh, I’m trying to watch the show,” he said as his hand dipped into her pants.  He stroked her over her knickers.  He snaked his other arm behind the witch’s neck and down her oversized shirt to palm her breast. Hermione relaxed in his embrace letting him play with her body.  It didn’t take long for her knickers to get wet.

 

Harry kissed the back of her neck and guided her to move a knee up to rest upon his own.  This opened the witch further to his busy hands.  He reached into her knickers, sliding a finger over her pussy lips.  He brought his now slick digit up to gently rub her clit, eliciting a deep moan from his witch.  Harry lazily stroked her as he continued to knead her breast & occasionally tweaking the nipple.  He brought his arm around her further, holding her to him as his hand journeyed to her other breast to give it some much needed attention.  

 

Hermione moaned, loving the feel of being caged in his arms.  He surrounded her and suddenly entered her with two fingers, causing her to gasp.  He started another lazy rhythm.  She tried to rock into his hand, but he reacted by lifting his knee higher and with it her leg, opening her further and inhibiting her movement.  She was at his mercy, but it was such sweet torture.  She relaxed again, practically melting into Harry, giving herself over to his desires.  She allowed him to grope, strum and tweak her until she could do no more than pant and moan. 

 

Harry reveled in his control as he played with her supple body.  He took his time, enjoying every gasp and mewl he drew from her.  He learned how she liked her clit teased and her pussy filled as he worked a third finger into her slick passage.  His cock was painfully rigid as he slowly thrust his fingers.  He worked her up over and over, gently bringing her to the edge and gently letting it subside.  His hand was soon soaked as were the front of his pants due to his weeping cock.

 

When he couldn’t take the wait any longer, he removed his fingers and allowed her legs to close.  Harry pealed the witch’s pants & knickers down past her rump then fished out his cock.  He ran the head over her slit and slowly sunk into her from behind.  The whine that Hermione let out was breathtaking in its desperate need and relief.  She was tight, so, so tight in this position.

 

He allowed his wet hand to drift up to Hermione’s mouth.  She eagerly opened for him and hungerly cleaned every finger with her tongue.  When done he crossed his arms over her chest, grabbing her breasts and using them for leverage as he thrust within her.  “Oh, god, Harry,” the witch whispered.  She felt him everywhere, surrounding her and now, finally his cock was inside of her.  He filled her so well.  She tried to tell him but the words wouldn’t come out.

 

“Shh, love.  I’ve got you,” he cooed in her ear.  She nodded.  Yes, he had her.  He’d take care of her.  He knew what she needed.  Harry’s thrusts came harder.  He ground himself into her cunt.  He moved his knee between her legs, then lifted it.  He was grateful that the oversized sweatpants she wore allowed him to spread her legs so far without having to stop to remove them.  Once again, Hermione was wide open and at his mercy. The sudden changed caused the witch to cry out as Harry’s cock was able to penetrate her further, deeper.

 

He sped up, slamming into her as he gripped her breasts.  He felt his balls draw up and knew he wouldn’t last much longer.  After a vicious tweak of her nipple, he abandoned one of her breasts.  His hand ran down her body until it reached her abused pussy.  After her long warm up, Hermione was strung as tight as a bow string.  He knew it would only take a little to push her over the edge and him along with her.  He had barely touched her clit before the witch in his arms exploded with a scream.  Her body arched into him as the pounded her through her orgasm as he reached his own.

 

Harry slowed as his cock throbbed the last of his cum into the woman.  They both were out of breath.  “You ok?” Harry asked. 

 

Hermione smiled up at him.  “Better than.  I don’t want to move,” she confessed.  

 

“Then don’t.” he replied.  He grabbed his wand and summoned a blanket to throw over them.   They came down from their blissful high together, warm in each other’s embrace. 

Chapter 8: The Tables Turn

Notes:

Hello, just a note before we get to the story. First sorry for the long, unexpected hiatus. Work has been insane for a while and my dad isn’t doing well. I wanted to assure you though that I won’t abandon a fic. I might get distracted, but I’ll always come back. I am hoping to up have an update out each week. Although it may not be an update on each story, it will at least let you know I’m still around. Lol! You can now follow me (Ghanima SeventySeven) on Facebook for updates and such. Thank you all so much for all the support, the hits, kudos, comments and messages. You inspire me!

Harry was nervous.  Well, nervous and excited, very excited.  He’d finally gotten the nerve to ask Hermione if he could restrain her for once.  She had eagerly agreed, then proceeded to give him a lecture on proper safety and technique.  Of course, she sent him away with homework, but he really didn’t mind.  He was more than eager to learn.  Especially considering how enjoyable their “lessons” were.  He was finally ready to put his education to use.  

 

“Nervous?” Hermione asked as she entered his flat.

 

“A little,” he replied honestly. 

 

“I was too, the first time,” she confessed.  “You’ll do fine.  It’s not like we can’t stop at any time or pause or whatever.  We’ve got all the time in the world,” she said. 

 

“Yeah, I know.  So, uh, when do you want to start?” the wizard asked. 

 

“I’m ready when you are,” the woman replied closing the distance between them.

 

“Thank Merlin,” Harry groaned as he reached out and brought the witch’s body flush with his.  He ground his turgid member against her.  “I’ve been hard all day,” he said.

 

Hermione gave him a sultry smile.  “You should feel how wet my knickers are,” she whispered. 

 

The wizard groaned again when he brought a hand under her skirt and felt her sodden panties.  “Is that for me,” he asked.

 

“I could ask you the same,” she returned.  Harry reached out and hoisted her onto his shoulder.  She squealed in surprise before laughing.  “Put me down, you brut!” she ordered before giggling. 

 

The man smacked her on the rear. “Not until I have you where I want you,” he said as he carried her up to his room.

 

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Hermione hit the mattress with a satisfying bounce which caused another peal of laughter to erupt from the woman.  The wizard crawled in after her until he was hovering over her prone form.  The witch’s laughing stopped. She lifted her head to meet Harry’s lips.  He growled into the kiss, lowering his body to cover hers.

 

Hermione pulled back, letting her head fall to the bed.  “Have you decided how you want me?” she whispered. 

 

Harry smirked at her.  “Yes, I know exactly where I want you,” he responded, digging his clothed member into her hip.  “Are you still ready?” he asked.

 

“More than,” the witch answered.

 

“Well then, we’re going to have to get you out of some of these clothes,” Harry said with a smile before rolling off her.

 

Hermione sat up.  “How much to you want me to leave on?” she asked as she pulled her shirt over her head.

 

“Bra and knickers,” the wizard called as he grabbed some rope he’d stashed under the bed. 

 

The witch peered over his shoulder.  “Oh, is that silk?” she asked.

 

Harry grinned back at her, “You said you liked how it feels.”

 

“I do,” she replied reaching out to run her hand over the smooth cordage. “How you want me?”

 

 “Any way I can get you,” the man responded with a smirk.  “This time though, I want you on your back, arms above you and your legs spread wide.” 

 

The witch obeyed, laying back.  “Safeword?” she asked.

 

“I want to use the traffic light system.  Although, can we add another color like orange or something.  I want to have one to use if I just have a question or if you notice me doing something wrong or need to tell me something or…is this making sense?” he asked looking nervous.

 

Hermione smiled, “Perfectly.  So red to stop, yellow to slow down or I’m getting near my limits, green is good and orange if we want to tell the other one something, but don’t want to end the scene,” she summed up.  Harry breathed a sigh of relief.  She always got him.  Merlin, he loved her.

 

The wizard was careful as he bound her hands together first, ensuring they weren’t too tight, then securing them to the headboard.  He then secured each ankle with the same care.  Lastly, he blind folded her.  He stepped back to admire his handywork.  He’d dreamt of her in this position from the first time she had tied him up.  Now, having her so open and exposed to him, the reality was so much better than he’d imagined.  He was surprised that it wasn’t just the bindings and the flesh laid out before him that was so arousing, but the trust she showed by allowing him to put her in such a position.  It was……exhilarating.

 

No longer able to resist, Harry reached out a hand to glide down her body.  Hermione’s breath hitching at the contact.  Fuck, she was gorgeous, her breasts were barely contained by the red lace that held them.  He slipped a finger under her matching knickers delighting in how wet she was.

 

“You’re always ready for me,” he said quietly as his hands continued to explore her body. Hermione lost herself in the sensation.  She had dreamt of this moment so many times, being bound and under Harry’s control.  It had been a while since she was in such a position.  She loved submitting, but it took a lot of trust.  That wasn’t something she did easily, so, she rarely indulged.  Harry, though, there was no one in the world she trusted more.

 

The wizard took his time with Hermione.  His tongue joining his questing fingers, enjoying every pant, mewl and moan he could elicit from the witch.  He mouthed her breasts over her bra, letting the lace rub firmly against her nipples.  He abused them until they were taught and rosy from his attentions. 

 

He nipped the underside of her breast and kissed his way down to her navel.  Suddenly he pulled away, causing Hermione to frown behind her blindfold.  Then he was on her again, surrounding her.  She gasped in surprise as Harry kissed her neck.  He lay beside her.  She realized his shirt was gone as he wrapped an arm around her over her sensitive breasts.  Further teasing them with the delicious scrape of lace.  His denims were still firmly in place when he brought his leg over hers and ground his knee firmly against her mound.  His hard length clearly evident as it rubbed against her thigh.

 

The witch cried out at being encompassed by the wizard.  She ached to move against him but reveled in her captivity.  If he kept up this pace, she would cum soon.  Since he hadn’t commanded her not to, she had no intention of denying herself.  Unfortunately, he pulled away before she could peak.  She moaned in disappointment, which caused the wizard to chuckle.

 

“Uh…orange,” Harry said quietly.  Something cylindrical and rubber was placed in her bound hands.  Hermione frowned as she squeezed the object trying to determine what it was.  It squeaked and the witch laughed at the sound.  “Yeah, sorry.  It’s a…uh…well, it’s a squeak toy.  I thought you could squeeze it if you needed to stop, but your mouth was uh….occupied,”  he explained.

 

Hermione licked her lips.  Oh, she did like the sound of that.  “I understand, Harry.  It’s a brilliant idea,” she breathed. 

 

“Good,” the wizard responded as he straddled her chest.  He moved up until his knees were just beneath her straining arms. He slowly unzipped his denims, and the woman moaned.  Harry smiled down at her.  She’d confessed recently how that sound aroused her.  He then spelled his clothes away.  He had no interest in getting zipper burn on his bullocks.

 

He reached a hand under her and fisted her hair to lift her head.  He placed his other hand on the headboard to steady himself as he crouched over the witch.  His heavy cock bounced against the woman’s lips.  “Open wide, Mione,” Harry said firmly.

 

Hermione immediately complied, moaning as her lips wrapped around his shaft.  “Yeah, just like that, baby.  Get it nice and wet,” he hissed at the feel of her lips dragging against his cock.  He closed his eyes to revel in the sensation and started to gently thrust into her wicked little mouth.  He plunged further each time until he felt her throat constrict around him.  

 

“Fuck, Mione,” he groaned.  Loving the feel, he plunged back into her throat again and again.  “That’s it.  Choke on my cock.”  Hermione let out such a high-pitched whine, it startled the wizard.  He looked down to notice her struggling against her bonds.  “Shit!” he exclaimed and quickly pulled away.  “Are you okay?” he asked.  “What’s your color?”

 

Hermione panted for a moment, then answered, “Green.  Oh god, Harry.  Please don’t stop.  Please,” she begged. “Please fuck my face.”

 

Harry cursed again, this time at her crude words.  He had absolutely no intention of denying the woman he loved.  He thrust himself back into her waiting mouth.  He was still gentle, but he hit the back of her throat repeatedly.  He continued until he felt his balls start to tighten, then he wrenched himself away.

 

They were both panting as Harry looked down at his witch. Her lips were red and swollen from their ordeal.  He leaned down to capture those lips with his as he stretched out over her.  He slotted himself between the thighs that he’d spread out so nicely for himself.

He devoured her mouth and palmed her breasts.  He growled at the lace that separated him from flesh.  He grasped it in the middle and ripped the offended garment apart.  Hermione keened as she arched into him as much as she could in her captivity.  “Please, Harry, please,” she begged. “I need you, please.”

 

“What do you need?” the wizard asked.

 

“You, please, sir. Please, Harry,” she pleaded.

 

“Slut!” Harry hissed at her, reaching down and tearing the knickers off the witch.  Open and waiting, he slammed into the bound woman.  Hermione screamed, her orgasm catching them both by surprise. 

 

Harry was lost.  He drilled into the woman beneath him, using her body as leverage to pound into her.  He chased his own orgasm as Hermione continued to cry out.  Her pulsing and constricting passage was driving him mad.  After a  few more strokes, he came with a roar.  He maintained his brutal pace throughout.  Only stopping when he was spent.

 

He carefully pulled back and summoned his wand.  He untied Hermione’s bonds and extinguished the lights before collapsing onto the bed next to her.  He rolled onto his back, then removed her blindfold.  He took one of Hermione’s hands in his and started to gently massage it.  “Fuck,” he breathed. 

 

“Yeah, fuck,” the witch agreed. 

 

“So, do you want to talk about…?” Harry started.

 

Hermione put a finger to his lips to quiet him.  “Snuggle now, talk later,” she declared. Harry chuckled as brought the witch into his arms. 

 

“Snuggle now, talk later,” he happily agreed.

 

 

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Harry handed Hermione a mug of tea before joining her on the chaise on his bedroom balcony.  She looked out over the city as the sky darkened to night and snuggled into the wizard.  He took a sip of his own tea as he put an arm around her.  “So…uh.  How did I do?” he asked nervously.

 

Hermione looked up at him with a grin.  “Brilliantly,” she said.

 

“Really?” he responded.

 

She nodded her head, “Certain,” she said firmly.

 

Harry grinned back then took her hand in his to examine her wrist.  The early redness had started to fade.  “That salve you used is quick,” he commented.  “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

 

Hermione twisted her hand to lace her fingers with his.  “Not at all,” she assured him.  “I like the chafe.  It’s….part of the experience for me.  It’s why I always carry that salve with me.  Always be prepared,” she laughed.

 

“So….uh….what was going on when…um….well, it seemed like you were trying to get lose,” Harry sputtered out.

 

Hermione blushed.  “I’m sorry, Harry.  I should have warned you.  I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she started.  “I have a habit of doing that.  I don’t know. It kinda…heightens everything for me.  It reminds me that I’m restrained, that I’m not in control,” she confessed.  “Is..is that okay?  I can stop if it bothers you.”

 

“No, no, it doesn’t bother me at all.  I was just worried. I thought I’d hurt you or something.”

 

“Sorry again,” she replied sheepishly.

 

Harry leaned down and kissed her.  “Stop apologizing,” he said.  “We’re both still figuring this out.”

 

“So? Did you like tearing off my clothes,” she questioned.

 

“Merlin, yes! It was amazing!  I didn’t know it be that bloody….exciting!” he exclaimed.

 

The witch laughed.  “I thought you’d like that,” she said.

 

The wizard gave her a cheeky grin. “You seemed to like it too,” he responded.  “You called me sir.”

 

Hermione groaned.  “I’d hoped you didn’t notice that.”

 

Harry chuckled.  “Is that what you usually call the person you do that with?”

 

“Sometimes, among other things,” she answered. “Is there something you would like me to call you?”

 

The man considered the question for a minute.  “Let me think about it.  We don’t always have to use the same one, do we?”

 

“No, we can do whatever we want.  Like you said, we can figure it out together,” she replied.

They quieted after that.  They sat together, sipping their tea and watching the London skyline light up in the darkness.

Chapter 9: Something New

Summary:

Harry and Hermione discuss something new that Harry wants to try in the bedroom.

Notes:

I am back! If you follow me on Facebook (Ghanima SeventySeven), you'll know that I've been dealing with some grief and depression lately. I'm working on feeling better and getting my writing back on track.

Another note, there is no sex in this chapter. There is a bit of buildup though, so I wanted to assure you that the next chapter is written and will be release next week. It will contain over 1,500 words of lemony goodness featuring a completely satisfied bushy haired witch and our favorite bespectacled wizard.

Harry sat his lunch tray down across from Hermione’s and plopped into his seat in the Ministry cafeteria.  “I want to try something new,” he stated firmly.

 

The witch looked up from the report she was reading, frowning.  “Oh, I’m sorry, Harry.  I didn’t even think to ask if you wanted to eat somewhere else.  And Audrey was just telling me about a new Indian restaurant she found.  She said the samosas are delicious and the mali kofta was to die for,” she responded.

 

“No, I’m not talking about food,” Harry replied then stopped himself.  He did love mali kofta.  “Actually, that sounds amazing, let’s go tomorrow,” he declared.  Then leaned in and whispered, “No, I was talking about trying something new in the bedroom.” 

 

The witch took out her wand and cast a privacy ward.  “And what is it that you’d like to try?” she said with a grin. 

 

“Uh, well, I thought I’d like to try…um…well, impact play,” he finally said blushing slightly.

 

Hermione was game but was a little surprised that he wanted to try it so soon.  “Sure,” she answered.  “We can try that if you want.  I can teach you how to use floggers and paddles and such,” she said.

 

“No, I actually would like you to try it on me first,” he responded.  “Is that possible?  I-I want to know what it feels like first, before we go further.”

 

“Sure, whatever you want.  I haven’t had a good ass to smack in a long while, and you, Mr. Potter, have the finest ass I’ve ever seen,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

 

Harry laughed.  “Good to hear.  I was worried about that.”

 

“Keep that attitude up and you’ll definitely end up with a red backside,” she warned.

 

“Oh, Miss Granger, I look forward to it,” he replied.

 

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Hermione looked over her collection of paddles, crops and floggers arranged neatly on her dresser.  After some internal debate, she had decided to purchase new ones, instead of using the ones she already had.  It wasn’t something she’d done with any other partner, but they had all seemed temporary.  Harry though, Harry felt like forever. 

 

She couldn’t deny that it had been a bit fun to pick each one with the knowledge of who she’d be using them on.  As she tested the weight and feel of each one, she also imagined the marks they would leave and the sounds they might elicit.  It had been thrilling. 

 

She’d spent a few days getting familiar with them.  Learning which ones would need more force behind the swing and which ones would need gentle handling.  She was incredibly excited about today’s “demonstration”.

 

Harry would be here soon.  She tied her hair back and wore a pair of comfortable joggers that hung low on her hips and a tank top.  She’d informed Harry that they would have a practice run where she would introduce him to the feel of each instrument.  After they would have a rest, a snack and a discussion.  And if all went well, they would explore further with an erotic scene.

 

She wanted to ease him into this. 

 

She almost squealed with excitement when she heard her fireplace roar to life.  Hermione entered her living room to find Harry.  She threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly. 

 

The wizard pulled back with a chuckle. “Well, you certainly seem happy to see me.”

 

Hermione smiled brightly up at him.  “I’m always happy when I see you,” she replied. 

 

Harry laughed again.  “I know for a fact that isn’t true, but I appreciate the sentiment. “

 

The witch rolled her eyes and drug him back to her bedroom.

 

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Harry sat patiently on Hermione’s bed as she lectured him.  They had already gone over safe words usage, implement types and basic safety.  “So, it’s important to remember that not everyone likes impact play, and that’s ok.  Some people do like it, and that’s ok too.  Any questions?” the witch concluded.

 

“Uh, no.,” the wizard answer.  “That uh…seemed to cover everything.”

 

“Good,” Hermione said.  “Now, on to the practical.”

 

Harry stood.  “Should I take off everything?” he said as he went to unbutton his denims.

 

“That would be ideal.  When you’re done, lay face down on the bed .  Use any pillows you want to get comfortable.”

 

He did as he was ordered.  He grabbed a pillow to rest his head on and wiggled his ass to show he was ready.  That was rewarded with a swift smack to his rear.

 

“Ok, we’re going to start light and work up.  I’m not going to do too much now, so we can play again later,” she explained.  The wizard gave her a thumbs up without lifting his head.   

 

Hermione studied the man’s backside, letting her hand glide over it.  Harry had always been lean, but years of Quidditch and auror training had also left him muscular.  She gave him another smack, appreciating the slight jiggle it caused.  She knew she’d get more movement in another position, but that was for later. 

 

She picked up a wide circular paddle covered in black leather.  “Remember not to tense,” she warned as she lined up her strike.

 

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“Sooo…..,” Hermione said as she set down a plate a biscuits on her kitchen table.  “What did you think?”

 

Harry set down his mug of tea and frowned.

 

“That bad?” Hermione asked, concerned.

 

“No, it wasn’t…bad.  It was just…..not what I was expecting,” he admitted.  “It didn’t hurt too much, but it….well….it just wasn’t uh, arousing,” he blurted out.

 

The witch laughed.  “Sorry, Harry, I don’t mean to laugh.  I’m not surprised you weren’t aroused.  I wasn’t trying to arouse you, and it’s okay if it never does or if it’s just not your thing.  Remember, everyone is different,” she reminded him.  “Now, there are some that don’t need anything more than physical pain to achieve arousal, but many, like myself, need a little more…..eroticism involved.”

 

“I like how that sounds,” the man said grinning.

 

Hermione chuckled.  “We’ll see,” she said coyly.  “Was there anything in particular that you did like or perhaps you didn’t like,” she asked.

 

“Uh…I kinda liked the paddles.  It hurt, but was almost….warm?” he finished with a frown.  “Does that make sense?”

The witch snatched a biscuit for herself before she answered, “Perfectly, I especially love paddles for warm up.”

 

“Only that?” Harry asked. 

 

“No,”  I like it for harder impact play as well.  It’s quite versatile, although, any tool can be in the right hands,” she amended.  “But with a paddle the force of it can literally move you bodily.  It can be a heady thing,” she concluded with a sign.

 

“Do you like the others too or mostly just paddles?”

 

“I like them all, but, I guess, it just depends on my mood and what I’m hoping to get out of it,” she explained. 

 

“Like what?” the man asked.

 

The witch finished her biscuit as she thought.  “Well, sometimes I crave something rough and forceful, and a paddle can be great for that.  Sometimes the bite of a crop is cathartic.  And I don’t know what it is, but I fall into an almost meditative or sub- space so much easier with a flogger.  Of course, the individual attributes of each tool are important,” she said.

 

“Of course,” Harry said with an indulgent grin.  The woman swatted him on the chest, and he laughed.  “Hey, I’m not complaining.  You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had,” he added as he leaned in to kiss her.

 

“Oh yeah?” the witch challenged pulling away from him.

 

“Yeah,” he declared firmly.

“Well then, we had better get to the lesson,” she said and finally allowed their lips to meet.

 

 

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Harry stood clad only in black silk boxers as he waited for his witch to finish changing.  This seemed a bit more like an official “scene”, as Hermione had called it, than anything else they’d done.  He’d been fine after their talk earlier, but now he was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t measure up.  What if he didn’t react the way she wanted or messed up somehow or embarrassed himself or ……

 

“You’re thinking entirely too hard, Harry,” Hermione said as she exited the bathroom.  The wizard’s breath caught in his throat when he laid eyes on her.  She was a vision in black leather.  The one piece lifted her breasts then crisscrossed her midsection with straps that merged at the bottom to form her knickers.  She’d bound her hair in a high ponytail and completed the image with a set of knee-high, heeled boots.  “Too much?” she asked.

 

“Fuck, no,” the man responded, “you look gorgeous, Mione.”

 

The witch smiled as she sidled up to him.  “Mmmm.  So do you,” she said as she reached around him to grab his ass with both hands. “So, what had you thinking so hard,” she asked.

 

“It was nothing,” he answered. “Just nerves.”

 

“It didn’t look like it was just nerves to me,” she replied.  “Are you worried?” she asked gently.  When he didn’t answer, she added, “Come on, Harry.  Remember what I told you?  Trust is really important.”

 

“I do trust you,” Harry protested.

 

“I’m not saying that you don’t, Harry.  But I have to trust you too,” she calmly explained. 

 

“You don’t trust me,” he asked with a hurt look on his face.

 

“Of course, I trust you, Harry,” she responded. “I trust you with my life, but I also need to be able to trust that you’ll tell me if your uncomfortable or are overwhelmed or want to stop.  Merlin, Harry, I love you.  I don’t want to actually hurt you.  So, please, tell me what has you so concerned?” she tried again.

 

Harry took a deep breath. “I was just worried that I would somehow mess this up and I’d disappoint you,” he said in a rush.  “I know this is important to you, and I want to like what you like.”

 

 

“Harry, you are what is important to me. All this other stuff is just for fun.  I don’t need it, but I do need you,” she assured him.  “Do you want to do something else tonight?  If you’re not sure –“ she started. 

 

“No, Mione,” Harry interrupted.  “I really do want this.  Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all week,” when she still looked doubtful, he added, “Please, come on, I sat for the lecture, I made it through the practice.  I even did homework for this.”

 

He was pleased to see the amused look on her face and decided to take it a bit further.  He sunk to his knees before her then reverently leaned down to kiss her boot.  He looked back up at her and pleaded. “Please, Mione,” he begged. 

 

Hermione couldn’t deny the heat that spread through her at the sight of the wizard kneeling before her.  She gave him a sultry smile as she brought up one foot and rested the healed sole on his shoulder.

 

“Call me Mistress.”

Chapter 10: Hands On Learning

Notes:

Sorry, I’m a few days late. I’ve been sick for the past week. Added to that, I took a nasty spill last week that has made sitting at a desk a painful experience. I currently have a huge bruise on my hip in the shape of a dong with a condom on. The hubs can't stop laughing about it. He's pretty brave considering I know where he sleeps, but he got me Dairy Queen today so he's safe for now.

“Call me Mistress.”

 

Harry gulped.  He didn’t know if he’d been so aroused in his life.  “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, then turned his head to kiss the boot perched atop his shoulder.

 

Hermione smiled down on him.  “Good boy,” she purred, lifting her foot from him.  “Now, get over there on that bed.” When the wizard started to stand, she stopped him.  “No, crawl,” she commanded. 

 

He instantly obeyed both surprised and unexpectedly delighted by the order.  When he reached the bed, he found a large wedge pillow atop it.  “Kneel here,” the witch instructed, gesturing to the tall end of the object.  “Then lean over until you’re lying flat atop it.” Harry did as he was told.

 

“Are you comfortable?” she asked.  “Anything cramped, straining, or anything?”

 

“Uh, my neck’s a little cramped,” he replied, his voice slightly muffled by his face being smushed into the bed.

 

Hermione drew her wand and adjusted the pillow.  She increased the height and elongated it until Harry’s back was no longer hunched over, and his face lifted from the bed.  “How does that feel?”

 

“Much better,” the wizard responded with a sigh. The woman gave him a little swat.  “Much better, Mistress,” he amended.

 

“How about your breathing?  Does it feel labored or obstructed at all?” she asked.

 

“No, Mistress.”

 

“Good, let me know if that changes,” she concluded.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” Harry replied with a tone that was just shy of sarcastic.

 

Oh, he’d pay for that, Hermione thought as she walked over to her dresser.  She’d asked the wizard to pick a few items for her to use on him that night and she was eager to see what he chose.  Peering down at them, she was impressed by his selection.

 

First lay a large round paddle encased in leather. The witched hit it against the flat of her hand causing a clap to ring out.  She saw Harry jump slightly at the sound.  Next lay a flogger made of 1-inch-wide soft leather strips. Hermione smiled at his leather preference and it let her know she’d chosen the right outfit for tonight. It also seemed that he liked a hard, sturdy impact.  She could definitely work with that.

 

It was the last item that truly surprised and delighted her.  She gripped the stainless-steel handle of the sensation wheel.  Three spinning wheels sat side by side at the end.  Each lined with short pointed spikes.  When rolled over the skin, it could produce some truly exquisite sensations.

 

She brought the paddle with her back to the bed.  “Still comfortable?” she asked again.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” the wizard dutifully replied.

 

“Good,” she said with a slight smirk as she gave her wand a quick flick and padded cuffs wrapped around Harry’s wrists securing his hands to the wedge on either side of his head.  

 

Hermione slid her hands over the silk clad rump before pealing his boxers down.  The cloth now giving the man’s testicles some added protection while locking his thighs together.  Plus, it presented his ass so nicely for her.

 

“I’m going to start with the paddle, Harry.  I’m going to warm you up and then we’ll do a little exploring to find what you like.  Now, if you start to feel uncomfortable or you’re reaching a limit or you need a break or to stop, I want you to tell me.  Use the traffic light system.  We’ll use the colors green, yellow, orange and red.  Do you understand, Harry?”

 

“Yes, mistress.”

 

“Good boy,” the witch purred.  “We’ll start slow.”

 

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The first impact was lighter than Harry had been expecting, as was the second.  It wasn’t until the third that he noticed the subtle increase of force with each subsequent strike.  He soon lost himself in the rhythm that rocked him gently against the wedge, giving his cock some much needed, yet not nearly enough friction.  The spark of pain with every rock was unexpectedly stimulating.

 

He was startled when he felt Hermione’s cool hand caress his ass.

 

“Mmmmm…your ass is so red, Harry.  Can you feel how hot it is?” she asked.

 

“Yeah,” he mumbled.  “Your hand feels cool.  It’s nice.”

 

The witch smiled at his response.  “I bet it does,” she replied as she continued to admire her work.  “Are you ready to move on to the flogger?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.  I’d like to keep going,” he answered.

 

“Good boy,” she praised as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his ass.  Harry gasped at the unexpected contact. The woman then licked and kissed her way up to his lower back, allowing her leather clad breasts to skim this abused skin.   With one last nip, she straightened and retrieved the flogger.

 

She started with a light flick, letting the strands brush his body.  Harry liked the bite of the leather.  It made him feel more present, or maybe it was how Hermione used it.  She would give him strong steady strokes. The force of which settled deep in his muscles and released their tension.

 

He didn’t even try to hide the moans she pulled from him or the gasps and the cries she elicited when she’d snap her wrist back to land dozens of stinging blows over his bum. 

 

 “What color are you, Harry?” his tormenter asked.

 

The wizard thought for a moment, then answered, “Green, but, uh, kinda yellow.”

 

“Thank you for being honest with me, Harry,” she praised.  “How about we move on to the last item you chose?”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” the wizard quickly answered.  He was enjoying the experience, but it was beginning to be a little overwhelming. Besides, he was eager to try out the last tool he picked out.  Hermione had bought it on a whim, because she enjoyed it and thought he would too.  Although, she hadn’t really been able to describe how it felt.  He’d rolled the little spikes across his arm, and it really hadn’t felt like much at all.  Perhaps he hadn’t put enough pressure on it, he mused.

 

The witch caressed his ass gently then rolled the wheel over it.  Harry arched his back and gasped.  That was certainly unexpected, he thought.  Each little spike hit his enflamed skin, sending a world of sensation condensed into one small spot.  But it wasn’t just one spot though, it was dozens, maybe hundreds of spots, all at once.  It felt distantly like pin prick or tiny jolts of electricity that hit and then spread throughout his body. 

 

It was shocking and arousing.  It was almost too much, but at the same time not enough.  The wizard was so consumed by it, the that he didn’t even notice when his cuffs released.  He did notice when the wedge he was propped up on suddenly disappeared.  He fell to the bed and was instantly rolled over onto his back.  He hissed as his bare bum hit the mattress. 

 

Hermione climbed onto the bed, leather boots and all and straddled Harry’s hips.  The wizard barely had time to realize what was happening before the woman had grasped his cock, moved her knickers aside and sank onto him.

 

“Fuck!” Harry cried out.  She was so wet.  He did this to her simply by submitting.  He almost came on the spot.  The witch set a brutal pace.  With his pants still around his hips he couldn’t manage the leverage to thrust up into her. Each time she sheathed herself on him, his ass was ground into the bed painfully.  Somehow it made everything feel even better.

 

He was still at her mercy.  His hands were free though and he took full advantage.  He ran his hands up the leather bodice, grasping her waist. He held her steady as she arched her back and reach down to where they were joined.  She let her fingers skim his shaft as she bucked against him. 

 

Her hand then rose slightly to reach her clit.  “I’m so close, Harry,” she moaned.  “I want you to cum with me,” she ordered breathlessly.

 

“Fuck,” he cursed again.  He certainly hoped she was very close, because he wasn’t going to last long after those words. 

 

“Oh, fuck,” Hermione cried out as she chased her orgasm. She undulated her hips faster, furiously rubbing her clit.  “Oh Merlin, Harry, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I, I’m…..”  her words were cut off as she fell over the edge. 

 

Harry cried out with relief as he finally allowed himself his own release. Each throb of his cock, causing Hermione to moan and shutter.  It felt as if it went on forever.  Hermione collapsed atop him, laying her head on his shoulder. 

 

“You were amazing,” she breathed.

 

The wizard laughed.  “My love, you did all the work.  You were bloody amazing!  I didn’t even know I could feel like that,” he replied. 

Hermione smiled and kissed his chest.  “Thank you, Harry.  How about we do the discussion part later?  I was thinking we could share a quick shower and then order supper?  I’m knackered and famished,” she proposed.

 

“Merlin, you are bloody perfect,” the man responded, causing her to laugh.  “That sounds like a brilliant idea, Mione,” he declared before wrapping his arms around her and enjoyed their closeness for just a moment longer.

Chapter 11: Double Date: Part 1

Notes:

Hello! I'm back again. Sorry that my posting schedule has been so sporadic, and am afraid that I can't promise that will change in the near future. I've had several deaths in the family this year and a few life changes. I have been writing though, every chance I get, and I love every minute of it. This chapter, especially, has been a joy to write. It was becoming a monster though, so I decided to break it up. This way you won't have to wait even longer as I meandered through the evening. :)

One more thing- I absolutely need to shout out Amyliozora. I will never not think of Harry and Hermione in this story as "couple of adorable kinky dorks" from now on. What a perfect description of them. <3

“Did we do something wrong?” Harry whispered to Hermione as they sat for Sunday dinner at the Burrow.  Everyone was unusually quiet, and it was making him nervous.

 

Hermione rolled her eyes.  “No, of course not,” she replied before passing the potatoes down the table. 

 

He didn’t find that very reassuring when he could practically feel the tension in the room.

 

Next to him, Neville whispered, “It’s not you, mate.  They were like that when I got here.”

 

Harry leaned in.  “So, what’s going on?”

 

“No clue,” he answered.  “Luna told me that she suspected there was a potential addition to the family.  I asked who was having a baby, and she just laughed then wandered off to talk to Charlie.”

 

“Ok,” the other wizard responded thoughtfully.  “Well, that could mean anything.  Maybe she meant…”

 

Hermione elbowed Harry.  “Stop it.  You two can gossip later, alone.  When the people you’re talking about can’t actually hear you,” she admonished.

 

The boys looked up to see most at the table staring at them.  Neville instantly went pink and looked down.  Harry was quick to apologize.  “I-I’m s-sorry….I didn’t mean to….”

 

“Course you did, Harry,” George said with a devious grin.  On the other side of Neville, he’d heard the entire exchange.  He slung an arm over the young man next to him.  “You two seem to have a lot of questions.  Want to ask them now?”

 

“Not particularly,” he replied hoping George wasn’t in a mood for mischief.

 

“Really?” he challenged, watching the two squirm with glee, tired of everyone scowling and moping. Besides, better out than in, as they say. “because just a moment ago you were chatting like little school girls…..”

 

“May I be excused,” Neville, now beet red, said trying to stand. 

 

“No, you may not,” George replied jovially as he kept the other man in his seat.

 

“George,” Ginny said in warning.

 

“Yes, my dearest and onliest sister,” he said innocently.

 

“Oh!  We can’t hide from it,” Molly wailed.  “Ginny is seeing someone and has chosen to hide him from us.  She’s ashamed of us and doesn’t want him to meet the family,” she cried.

 

“Mum!” Ginny protested.

Arthur patted his wife’s hand.  “Now, Molly, Ginny is a grown woman.  She’s allowed to have privacy, and you know how the press hounds her…” He attempted to soothe.

 

“We aren’t the press, Arthur. We’re her family, and she’s hiding her life from us,” she argued.

 

Ginny rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest.  “I’m here every fucking Sunday,” she grumbled. 

 

Harry sat shocked at the commotion he’d inadvertently started.  He looked over to his girlfriend who wore an annoyed frown.  “Did you know anything about this?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” she answered. 

 

Surprised, Harry added, “Who is he?”

 

“I don’t know.” she replied, raising her voice.  “And it’s none of my business, and it isn’t any of yours either.”

 

Molly opened her mouth to respond, but Bill cut her off.  “Hermione is right, Mum.  Ginny is an adult, and who she sees is her own business.  As long as she’s safe….”  He looked over to his sister in question, and she nodded her affirmation.  “Then it is her decision when or if she wants to introduce them to us.” He finished calmly. 

 

“Bill’s right, love,” Arthur said.  “She’s not hiding from you.  She’s right there.”

 

“It’s true, Molly,” Fleur added gently.  “Sometimes ze young ‘omen need a little time to figure zings out for zemselves.  Surely you remember, Molly. It ‘asn’t been zat long since you were zat young.”

 

The matriarch took a deep breath.  “Of course, of course, Fluer, dear,” she said calming herself.  “No, it really wasn’t that long ago.”

 

Arthur smiled at his wife and brought her hand up for a kiss.  “I remember you also took your time introducing me to your family, Mollywobbles.”

 

His wife giggled at his cheek.  “Oh, I was just afraid of my brothers.  You know how they could be,” she said leaning in for a quick kiss.

 

“Get a room!” George called out and the room erupted in laughter.  When it had died down, conversations started around the table of Quidditch, work and the weather and everyone tucked into a wonderful meal.

 

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Ginny flopped down on the couch next to Hermione and put her head on her friend’s shoulder.  “So how did this happen?” the brunet asked.

 

Ginny sighed.  “Ron was asking me about who I’d been going out with so much lately, and Mum overheard.”

“Want me to beat him up?” Hermione asked.

 

The ginger laughed.  “No, I’ll take care of that later when we get home.” She looked up at her friend.  “Are you and Harry available Tuesday night?" she asked.

 

The witch thought for a moment and couldn’t think of anything either of them had planned.  “Yeah, I think so.”

 

“Mind going on a double date with me,” she asked timidly.

 

“Oh,” Hermione said surprised. “And this is the one that you told me about…”  The ginger nodded.  “It’s that serious?”  another nod.  “And you want us…?” she nodded again. “So are you going to tell me their na…..” Ginny shook her head.

 

“Ooookaaayyyy” the other witch responded.

 

“I just don’t want you to come into it with any……bias,” she explained.

 

Hermione frowned.  “You are okay aren’t you?” she asked with concern.

 

“Yes, of course, I am. Will you just trust me on this.  I would just feel more comfortable if we just started with a fresh slate.”

 

“Of course, I trust you,” she declared.  “We’ll be there, but you owe me so many details after this,” she said with a cheeky grin causing them both to giggle.

 

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“You said this was casual,” Harry said as they made their way to a muggle restaurant to meet Ginny.

 

“You look perfect,” Hermione assured him.

 

“Yes, but you’re wearing a dress, and I’m wearing denims,” he responded nervously.

 

“Harry, this is just a sundress.  It is casual,” she assured him.

 

“Okay, but you see, you look stunning in that dress, and I look like a guy who could be stalking you.”

 

Hermione stopped and faced her boyfriend, blushing.  “You look stunning, Harry.  Have I ever told you how fit you look in those denims, and I can tell you that I’m not the only person that has admired that fine arse of yours tonight,” she said with a smile.  “You look perfect, trust me.” Harry gave her a lopsided grin and put his arm around her as they continued on.

 

“Someone was actually checking out my arse?” Harry asked as they entered the restaurant. 

 

“Several someones,” Hermione laughed.  They’d just reached the hostess, when they spotted Ginny waving them over.  Making a bee line towards her, they both stopped short as her companion stood and turned to face them. 

 

They hadn’t seen the Slithyrn in years, but they instantly recognized the pale complexion, severe haircut and impeccable dress.

 

“Parkinson?” Harry asked incredulously.  “Didn’t you try to turn me over to Voldemort?”

 

The woman visibly flinched as Ginny & Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in shock. 

 

“Harry!” Hermione hissed elbowing him. The man turned red with embarrassment when what he said finally registered with his brain.

 

Hermione, trying to recover the night that had hardly even started, extended her hand and said, “Parkinson, it’s good to see you again.  I hope you’ve been well.”

 

The other woman took her hand and gave it a small shake.  “Well enough,” she started, “but I must admit, that I’ve had better greetings.  You look good, Granger, but it would seem that your date still hasn’t learned any manners.”

 

Hermione sighed, and Harry looked as if he was hoping for the earth to swallow him.  “I’d be offended,” the frizzy haired witch said.  “If it weren’t entirely true.” 

 

“How about we sit down?” Ginny quickly interjected, trying to at least get them seated before they drew even more attention to themselves.

 

Once settled, an uncomfortable silence fell over the table.  They each studied the menu fastidiously until a waiter came to take their drink order. 

 

“Thank Merlin,” Parkinson muttered before placing her order and slipping him a tip to “hurry back”.  None seemed to take any offense as they all gratefully ordered as well.  They were doubly grateful when their drinks arrived astonishingly fast.

 

After a few fortifying gulps of his drink, Harry summoned his courage and decided to smooth over his previous gaff.  “So, uh, how did, um..how did you two meet?” he asked. 

 

All three women gave him an incredulous look.  “Where do you think we met, Harry,” Ginny asked with a roll of her eyes.

 

“Oh, right, Hogwarts,” he answered, realizing that he’d made a fool of himself once more.   

 

“What I think my boyfriend meant to ask is, when did you start dating?” Hermione asked mercifully rescuing Harry.

 

“About a year ago,” Ginny confessed. 

 

“Off and on,” Pansy amended. 

 

“Mostly on,” Ginny countered with a grin that made Pansy blush ever so slightly.

 

“Mostly on,” the other woman agreed. 

 

“That long?” Hermione asked.  “And how did you get together?”

 

“Oh, remember that thing the team did for Fashion Week in Milan last year?”  The frizzy haired witch nodded.  “Well, Pans was there to help dress us,” she explained.

 

“Thankfully, I was assigned to her and not her brother,” Parkinson added with a shudder.

 

Hermione laughed.  “You certainly dodged a bullet, there.  Ron’s a nightmare to dress.”

 

“Bullet?” the raven haired witch asked.

 

“Muggle term,” Ginny answered before her friend had the chance to. “It’s like saying…uh…, oh, it’s like saying, you dodged an Avada.”

 

Parkinson laughed.  “See! I told you,” she replied to her girlfriend.  “And you keep telling me, he’s not that bad,” she crowed before she leaned in to kiss away Ginny’s frown.

 

The other couple shared a look at the display of affection.  While Harry was still a bit confused over the situation, he really was glad that Ginny seemed to be happy.  He just wanted to make sure she was alright.  It was the least he could do for both her and her family who would undoubtedly grill him after tonight. 

 

“But how did this,” the wizard gestured between the two witches sitting across from him. “Happen, like, how did you get together?” he asked still perplexed.

 

“Well, when two people like each other very much,” Ginny started with another  roll of her eyes.

 

“Ginny!” Harry whined.  “That wasn’t what I meant. I mean, what do you have in common, that sort of thing.  I’m just trying to understand.”

 

This time, Pansy rolled her eyes.  “What’s to understand, Potter?  I love Quidditch, and she plays professionally.  She loves fashion, and I work in the industry,” she replied evenly. 

 

“Is any of your work out?” Hermione asked with interest. 

 

Harry and Pansy both looked at her with disbelief.

 

“What?” the witch asked. “I was briefly roommates with Ginny, and she may have instilled in me an appreciation of the art form.  I just don’t see the practicality of it in the day-to-day world,” she explained with a shrug.

 

“No, I don’t have anything out. I’m not a designer,” she clarified.

 

“You’re selling yourself short,” Ginny interjected.  “She’s apprenticed with several designers, wizarding and muggle, and she’s working on creating her own designs, and what I’ve seen of it is stunning!” she said proudly.

 

Pansy blushed.  “It’s all just ideas and sketches at this point,” she countered.

 

“It’s bloody brilliant,” Ginny replied and leaned in for another kiss.

 

When Parkinson noticed the other couple watching on and Hermione in particular who wore a sappy grin, she pulled away from the other woman.  “So, Granger, what does it feel like to be the only one of your little foursome to have slept with all the others?” she asked casually.

 

The other women looked shocked at the question. Harry just laughed for a moment until the question fully registered and it occurred to him just who his closest friends actually were.  “Wait, you had sex with Ginny?” he asked his girlfriend.

 

“Yes, and is that a problem?” she asked defiantly.

 

“No, of course not,” he said quickly.

 

Ginny abruptly jumped to her feet.  “Hermione, mind coming to the bathroom with me?” she asked quickly.

 

The witch in question gave her boyfriend another annoyed look, then got up and followed the redhead.

 

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The remaining two sat at the table in silence until Parkinson found the courage to break it.  

 

“Sorry about that,” she said quietly.  “Ginny says that I have a bad habit of lashing out and deflecting when I feel overwhelmed,” she confessed.  “It’s stupid muggle nonsense,” she added, then sighed.  “I’m working on it.”

 

Harry was quiet for a few moments before saying, “Sorry about bringing up the whole Voldemort thing.”

 

Pansy let out a mirthless laugh.  “I deserved that one.”

 

“No, you didn’t,” Harry replied, but the woman just scoffed.

 

“Really,” Harry added.  “You were just a kid in over your head like the rest of us.  Listen, you were facing death, both yours and that of all your friends, and all you had to do, is get rid of someone you didn’t really like in the first place.”

 

“That’s still not an excuse,” she responded harshly.

 

“Parkinson, you should have never been in that situation,” he said adamantly.  “Let alone felt like you had to make such a terrible decision. So, unless you plan on turning me over to another Dark Lord, then I think we can safely leave this in the past.”  When he stopped, he realized how uncomfortable the woman seemed.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I came on too strong again, didn’t I? Ron’s always telling me that.  I just get tired of people looking at what we all did as kids like it should determine the rest of our lives.  We were all just doing the best we could, with what we had.”  Harry ran a hand through his hair.  “And now I’m rambling.  Oh Merlin, I do need to learn manners.”

 

Pansy, having regained her composure said, “You’re doing alright, Potter.  This was always going to be awkward, but it’s honestly not going that bad.”

 

“Parkinson, our dates have left us,” the wizard responded.

 

The woman waved away his concern.  “They’re just in the bathroom.  Ginny has been worried sick about this, and probably snagged your date to see what she thought of me,” she said.  

 

“I think you’re still doing better than I am,” he conceded. 

 

“I don’t think Granger’s that upset with you,” Pansy consoled.  “Plus, I know something you could do that would make her forgive you instantly,” she said with a coy smile.

 

“What?” Harry asked eagerly, desperate to salvage the night.

 

“I’ll tell you on one condition,” she responded.

 

“Ok,” the wizard said nervously.  “What condition is that?”

 

Parkinson leaned in.  “Well, Ginny may have told me just a little about the fun you and Granger have been having. No specifics, mind you, just that you’re enjoying yourselves and trying new things,” she started.  “My condition is, that if your little explorations wander to say, a foursome or swap, that you keep us in mind.”  Harry’s eyebrows shot up and his cheeks reddened.   He had not expected the conversation to take this turn. “I’m not asking for a guarantee or commitment or anything like that,” she quickly added.  “Just that you keep us in mind?”

 

“Why?” he asked.

 

The woman shrugged. “I’m curious.  Ginny’s been with both of you and has given good reviews.  You’re both fit, you’re unpredictable, and she’s feisty. It could be fun,” she explained.

 

“Have you talked to Ginny about this,” he asked.

 

“No,” she said nonchalantly. “The thought just occurred to me, and I saw an opportunity.  Why do you think I didn’t ask for that commitment.  Ginny would absolutely murder me if I set something like this up without her agreeing to it first.  I expect your woman is the same and wouldn’t want to take you down with me.”

 

 

Harry laughed.  “What can I say,” she said wistfully.    “I like feisty women.”

 

“And unpredictable men?” he chuckled.

 

“Occasionally,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously before laughing herself.  “So, are we agreed?  If it comes up, remember us?” she asked again.  “I want to also include that this in no way obligates myself or Ginny to participate in any way, should you choose to approach us,” she stipulated.

 

Harry wasn’t quite sure how to react to the Slithyrn.  Merlin, he spent too much time with Gryffindors.  After realizing he wasn’t really giving anything up in this exchange, he accepted the deal. 

 

“So, you think this will actually work?” Harry asked hopefully.

 

“Based on what I’ve observed, and what Ginny’s told me, it has an…let’s say, 87% chance of working,” she responded.  When he gave her an incredulous look, she added.  “Potter, you should never guarantee something to someone when you aren’t in control of all the variables.”

 

“Why are you really helping me?” he asked again.

 

Pansy sighed, exasperated.  “Because Ginny will be happy if you and Granger are.”

 

Harry grinned.  “That serious, then?” he asked.

 

The woman rolled her eyes. “So, it would seem.”

 

Harry chuckled.  “So, tell me this plan.”

Notes:

Part 2 is well underway with a good deal already written and 100% of it planned out. Stay tuned and thank you so much for sticking with me. I swear, you keep me going.

Chapter 12: Double Date: Part 2

Notes:

Sorry for another long absence and all the ones in the past year or two. I’m gonna keep this a note short because every time I try to write something longer, I just cry. My father passed away last month after a long illness.

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Now, I need a little break from tears. Ok, folks, this one’s been written for quite a while but needed some serious editing. So now we finally, have Part Two of Harry and Hermione’s awkward double date with Ginny and Pansy. Enjoy!

“Oh my god, Hermione.  I’m so sorry,” Ginny said as soon as they were alone in the bathroom.  “I would never have told Pansy, if I’d known you hadn’t told Harry yet,” she explained.

 

“it’s ok, Ginny.  I wasn’t hiding it.  It just hadn’t come up yet,” she replied. 

 

“Still, I can’t imagine this was how you planned on telling him,” the ginger countered.  “I’m really sorry.  Pansy does this sometimes when she’s uncomfortable.  She’s been really nervous about tonight.”

 

“Ginny, it’s okay.  You’re fine, Harry and I are fine.  It might be an awkward conversation, but as long as Harry doesn’t act like an idiot, then it’ll be fine,” she said calmly.  Then seeing how distraught her friend was, she reached out and pulled her into a hug.

 

The ginger gave a ragged sigh.  “I might have been really nervous about this, too,” she mumbled into her friend’s shoulder.  “I just want you to like her,” Ginny confessed as she pulled back.

 

Hermione smiled.  “Well, embarrassing boyfriends and inconvenient revelations aside, it’s not going too badly.  You do owe me some details though.  So, spill.”

 

Ginny’s eyes lit up.  “Oh, Mione, she’s amazing.  As I said, we met in Milan and hooked up. Then we just kept meeting up anytime we were in the same place.  It wasn’t always sex, which is amazing by the way, sometimes we met for dinner or just to talk.  Before long she was the only person I was seeing or wanted to see.  And she can be so sweet and thoughtful in this way that is so subtle that you hardly even realize it until you notice how much more pleasant your life is.”

 

Her friend gave her a teasing grin.  “It sounds like you might be in love.”

 

“I am in love,” she confirmed.  “And we’re moving in together.  Pansy is coming to London, and we’re looking for a place.”

 

“What about her career?” Hermione asked concerned.  Having someone walk away from a career they apparently enjoyed didn’t seem like a good start for them. 

 

“She’s going to start working for Madam Malkins in a few months as their new buying consultant.  She’ll also have the chance to get some of her own work out there if Malkin approves it,” Ginny explained. “Don’t worry, Mione.  It’s a great opportunity for her. We’ll still have some time apart during the Quidditch season or when she’s abroad for her job, but it will be a hell of a lot more time than we get now,” Ginny explained.

 

Hermione squealed and threw her arms around the other witch. “I’m so happy for you!” she exclaimed.  “So, when are you going to tell your family?”

 

Ginny was about to answer when there was a knock at the door.  “Uh, Ginny. Parkinson wants to talk to you, and I’d like a moment with Hermione,” Harry’s voice called through the door.

 

The women looked at each other and giggled.  “I guess we should sort this first,” Hermione said.

 

Ginny agreed.  “I love you, Mione,” she said and kissed her cheek.

 

“I love you, too,” Hermione replied as her friend slipped out the door.

 

Harry entered after her.  He closed and locked the door before turning to his girlfriend nervously.   

 

“Hey, sorry about out there.  I was just a little surprised was all,” he explained.

 

“I would imagine,” she replied.  “I’m sorry you learned about it that way.  I’m not ashamed of it or anything.”

 

“I wouldn’t expect you to be,” Harry said quickly.  “I mean, I’m not upset about it.  You’ve told me that you’d been with women.  I think if we talk it out, it will make it easier to move on from this,” he said.

 

Hermione frowned.  ‘Move on from this’? Just what was he playing at, she wondered. Her sleeping with Ginny ages ago was hardly a major issue, or at least if sure as hell better not be.  “Okay, what do you suggest?” she said with a defiant tick of her jaw. 

 

“Just explain to me what happened,” the man replied.

 

Still not sure what exactly the game was, the woman complied.  “Well, it was a little after Ron and I broke up.  Ginny had stopped by to tell me that she’d had an experience with a woman.”

 

“Wait, not like that,” Harry interrupted.  The witch frowned again when he put a hand at the small of her back guiding her to a sink facing the mirror.  “Ok, now you can continue.”

 

Even more confused, Hermione once again complied. “She wanted to tell me that she’d had an experience with a woman, so I told her that I had as well.”  As she spoke, she felt Harry pulling up the back of her dress.  So, that’s the game, she thought with amusement.  Harry had never initiated something so bold before.  She used the mirror to look over her shoulder at him.  He gave her a cheeky grin and raised his eyebrows to ask if she wanted to continue.  Interested in seeing where this led, she eagerly nodded her approval. 

 

Harry nudged her feet apart and had her lean over the sink.  “Keep going,” he ordered as he bunched her dress around her waist. 

 

“I told her that I had experience with women and enjoyed it.  I explained how there was nothing wrong with that and it was perfectly natural,” the witch said as her boyfriend’s hand found its way into her knickers and started to stroke.

 

“And what did she say?” he inquired, feeling the woman getting wet under his fingers. 

 

“Nothing,” Hermione breathed.  “She kissed me.”

 

“Did you want her to?” he questioned as he unzipped his denims.

 

“Yes,” she moaned, as she felt his turgid length against her.

 

“And then?” he prompted, pulling her knickers to the side.

 

“I kissed her back,” she breathed, feeling Harry run his cock through her wetness then slowly sink in.

 

“Keep going,” he said as he started to saw in and out of her tight heat.

 

“She was so eager,” she said and Harry chuckled.

 

“She always was,” he commented.

 

Hermione found the wizard’s eyes in the mirror and held them. “But I had more experience,” she purred.

 

Harry cursed.  His restraint starting to crumble as he began to thrust into the witch with more vigor.  “Then what?”

 

Hermione braced herself on the sink.  “Fuck,” she moaned. 

 

“Then what?” he repeated.

 

“I vanished our clothes,” she panted.  “Then sucked on those pretty little tits of hers.  I wanted to taste her though.  I’d always been curious if she’d taste like strawberries with that hair of hers.”

 

“And did she,” Harry asked driving into her at a brutal pace.  He brought a hand around and stroking her clit once more. 

 

“No,” she gasped.  “She tasted like peaches, but you already knew that.”

 

“Yes, she does.” He agreed as his cock jerked at the thought of them having both gone down on the same woman.  “Then what,” he ground out.

 

“I ate her out until she came.  By the time I got her off for the third time, I had three fingers in her cunt, two in her ass and my tongue on her clit,” she managed to get out before cumming on the cock thrusting inside her.

 

“Fuck!” Harry cried out as he pounded into the woman, her pulsing cunt coaxing his own orgasm as her words played out in his mind.

 

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Harry and Hermione returned to their table as casually as they could, trying to look as if they hadn’t just shagged in the loo.  The illusion was shattered though when Harry gave Pansy a double thumbs up as they sat, causing his girlfriend to groan in embarrassment.  The raven-haired woman just rolled her eyes at his lack of subtlety, and Ginny laughed.  “I take it all is well,” she asked. 

 

“Very well,” Hermione said primly.  “Is everything okay here?” she asked.

 

“Absolutely,” Ginny assured her.

 

“Good,” Harry interrupted.  “Let’s order before anyone else says something awkward.  I’m famished,” he declared. The trio of women all rolled their eyes in unison, but they couldn’t help but agree.

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“So,” Hermione said as they waited for their meal.  “How did you deal with Ron on Sunday?”

 

The smirks that both women wore did not bode well for her friend.  “Well, I started with a bat bogey hex for old time’s sake and to throw him off.  Poor sod thought that I was done,” she replied with a laugh.  “I then hit him with a tripping hex to keep him from getting away and then sent a stinging hex to his bollocks.”  Ginny sighed.  “I hit him with five before I felt like he’d suffered enough. “

 

Harry hissed, crossing his legs reflexively to protect his own tender bits.  He angled his body away from the ginger.  Hermione laughed but pat his arm sympathetically.  He breathed a sigh of relief though when their meal arrived.

 

“I didn’t take you for a burger kind of girl,” Harry said to Parkinson as he reached for a bottle of vinegar for his fish and chips. 

 

 “They’re good.  And here, burgers are almost a work of art,” she replied with a dainty shrug.

 

“Damn,” the wizard said as he looked down with disappointment at his own meal.

 

“Don’t worry, Potter.  The fish and chips are good too,” she consoled, and Harry brightened.

 

“Do you two come here often?” Hermione asked.

 

“Yeah, since we started seeing each other,” Ginny answered.  “This is always Pansy’s London go-to, when we are both here at the same time.”

 

“How did you find this place?” the wizard asked.

 

“There’s actually a small wizarding enclave near here,” she explained.  “My grandmother lived there when I was a kid.  When we’d visit her, I would sometimes sneak out and pick up a bite to eat.”

 

“Yes, and the first time she was here, she was too afraid of Muggles to come in,” Ginny added. 

 

“I’d never been round them before,” Pansy explained defensively.  “And I didn’t even have Muggle money.”

 

“They thought she was a beggar,” Ginny said gleefully.

 

“No, they did not,” Pansy protested.  “They just thought I was lost.”

 

“That’s not what John said.  He said you looked like a scrawny little mouse that was too afraid to even squeak,” she teased.  “They thought they had better feed you so you wouldn’t croak in front of their door and drive off business.”

 

The raven-haired witch gasped indignantly.  “John is a bloody drunk, and you can’t believe a word he says,” she informed her tablemates.  Ginny just laughed, and the others tried to hide their own amusement.  Harry looked away entirely in   hopes of avoiding her ire. 

 

As he turned back, something caught his attention.  Although he couldn’t pinpoint what it was, his auror training kicked in.  He casually looked back to his tablemates but kept the area in his periphery.

 

It wasn’t long before the object of his attention got brave again. As soon as he saw a flash of light, Harry was on his feet.  “Photographer,” he spat as he made his way to the offender. 

 

The photographer, realizing he was caught, made a mad dash for the door, and Harry gave chase.  So much for keeping their relationship private, Hermione thought as both men ran into the night.

 

“Salazar, how long to you think he’s been there,” Parkinson asked the women. 

 

Hermione shook her head.  “I don’t know,” she answered wondering if they’d been there long enough to know that she and Harry had spent an inordinate amount of time together in the bathroom. Merlin, this could be embarrassing.

 

“Ginny, what did he see,” the raven-haired witch asked her girlfriend frantically.  “We kissed.  What if he saw?  Fuck! I knew we should have been more careful!”

 

“Pans, it’s okay,” Ginny tried to soothe her girlfriend, running her hands reassuringly over the woman’s arms.  “We’re going to be fine.”

 

Pansy abruptly pulled herself away.  Her hands had a tremor and her eyes looked slightly glazed as she started to gasp for air.

 

“Gin, is she alright,” Hermione whispered to her friend when she realized that they were starting to gain an audience. 

 

“No, obviously not,” she shot back.  “I need to get her out of here, but Ron’s at home.”

 

“Go to Harry’s” the brunet instructed.  “I’ll settle here and find Harry.  I’ll meet you at the flat.”

 

Her friend nodded gratefully and coaxed her girlfriend towards the door. 

 

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Harry was making his way back to the restaurant as Hermione exited trying to juggle multiple bags of take out.  He jogged up to her to help before their supper toppled.  “I take it we’re leaving,” the man asked.

 

“Yeah,” Hermione said with a sigh.  “Pansy had a panic attack and so Ginny took her to your place.  I hope you don’t mind.  Ron’s at home, and you know he wouldn’t calm the situation down.  I’d have sent them to my flat, but I figured it would be better to have the extra room,” she explained. 

 

“Of course, I don’t mind, Mione,” he replied.  “I’m glad you did.”

 

“What happened with the photographer,” the woman asked.

 

This time Harry sighed.  “I lost him after two blocks.  He managed to duck into an alley and apperate.  I didn’t recognize him.  I don’t know who he’s with, assuming he was media,” he said in irritation.  

 

“We should probably get back to the others, and see how they’re doing,” the witch suggested.

 

“Yeah,” the wizard replied.  “Good call on the takeout.  I’d only gotten to eat a couple chips.”

 

“Not my idea,” she confessed.  “The restaurant insisted.  I guess Ginny and Pansy really are regulars.  Anyway, they were quite embarrassed about the commotion and wouldn’t even allow me to pay for it.”  The witch sighed frustrated, “I just tipped the cost of the meal to our waiter.  I didn’t want him stiffed just because our life is crazy.”

 

“Definitely,” Harry agreed as he followed her to their apperation point.

 

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The flat was eerily dark and quiet when they arrived.  “Must be upstairs,” Harry commented motioning to the faint light emanating from the upper floor.   “I’ll take the food to the kitchen.  Want to check on Ginny?”

 

Hermione nodded and absently handed off the bags before making her way up the stairs.  She wasn’t surprised to see that the room Ginny usually slept in when she stayed overnight was occupied.  The witch knocked gently on the door.

 

“Ginny,” she said softly.  “Is everything ok? Do you need anything?”

The ginger appeared moments later, slipping out the door and carefully closing it behind her.  “Hey, Pansy’s in the shower. I gave her a calming draught.  I also stole some of Harry’s clothes,” she said gesturing to her attire.

 

The other witch laughed.  “I think the only one of us that doesn’t steal his clothes on a regular basis is Ron, and that’s because he says ‘the thought of him wearing another man’s pants’….”

 

“…’makes him want to puke,” the ginger finished with a frightfully accurate impression of her youngest brother. “Like why would he be wearing Harry’s pants?” she ask with absolute wonder. 

 

Hermione laughed. “I know!  If I don’t have clean knickers and a scourgify won’t do, then I just go without. I mean, I don’t mind reusing a bra here and there, but…”

 

“Exactly!” Both women giggled.  

 

Ginny sighed.  “Fair warning, Pans will definitely be sans knickers.  She never thinks a scourgify will do. I told her that we could stay here tonight, if Harry’s okay with that.  I just don’t want her to be alone right now, and we really don’t have anywhere else to go.”

 

“Again, you know Harry wouldn’t mind.  When does he ever?” she asked.

 

“I know.  Just….” the other witch started.

 

“Hey, everything alright?” Harry asked quietly from the end of the hall. 

 

“Yeah, Harry,” Ginny answered. “Do you mind if Pansy and I stay the night?’

 

“Of course not,” he answered.

 

“Did you find the photographer?  Did you get his film?” she asked urgently.

 

The wizard shook his head.  “Sorry, Gin.  He got away. I didn’t even recognize him,” Harry admitted.

 

“Fuck!” the ginger spat. “We’re fucked.”

 

“Why?” Harry asked concerned. 

 

“Someone may have seen as together,” she said.  When the wizard still looked confused, she added, “As a couple.”

 

“So?” he replied baffled at why that should matter.

 

Hermione answered.  “It’s different in the wizarding world.  People aren’t as tolerant, and even in the muggle world, it’s not great in most places.”

 

“She would be disowned,” Ginny explained.

 

“This is about money?” he asked incredulously.  “Gin, you’re worth more than money.”

 

“Of course, she is!” Parkinson said from the doorway.  “It’s about my little sister Daisy. I’m all she has.  If I were disowned, she’d have no one.”

 

Ginny put a comforting arm around her shoulders as the others looked on.  After a moment, Harry asked with a laugh.  “Wait, you mean your telling me that your name is Pansy, and your sister’s name is Daisy.”

 

All three women scowled at him.  “Isn’t your mother named after a flower, the raven-haired witch shot back.

 

“His mum’s name is Lily,” Ginny helpfully provided.

 

“And his aunt’s name is Petunia,” Hermione added.

 

“Sorry!” the wizard said, raising his hands in defeat.  “I’m sorry, but I’ve had more to drink today than I’ve had to eat.  I only had time for toast this morning, I missed lunch, and all I can think of is our takeout in the kitchen,” he admitted.

 

 

Ginny and Hermione looked at him in shock.  Pansy, on the other hand, eagerly asked, “Did you say takeout?”

 

“Uh, yeah,” Harry answered, surprised by her response to his outburst.  “Hermione brought it back from the restaurant.”

 

“Thank bloody fucking Salazar, I’m about to starve,” she responded.

 

Harry looked absolutely grateful to the woman as he led her to the kitchen.

 

Notes:

I sometimes make little sketches for my stories so that I can keep track of details. I’ve made a floor plan for Harry’s flat. If you are interested, I can post it. I didn’t want to get turned around in there. lol! Just let me know, if you’d like to keep oriented too.

Chapter 13: The Unexpected Widow

Notes:

What?!? An update? And you didn't have to wait six months? Well, maybe magic does exist. lol

“Mmmmm” Pansy moaned as she finally took the first bite of her burger. 

 

The foursome was huddled around his small kitchen table; none willing to roam any further before eating. “Damn! The fish is good,” Harry exclaimed, happy to be eating a proper meal.

 

“Told you,” Parkinson responded with a smirk. 

 

“Okay, so you told us that your grandmother lived nearby but you didn’t really explain how exactly you found the restaurant,” Hermione said.

 

Ginny smiled and bumped shoulders with her girlfriend to prompt her to speak.  “Come on, Pans.  It’s a funny story,” she cajoled.

 

The raven-haired witch sighed but quickly relented.  “Alright, fine, but you owe me.”

 

“Yes, of course, I would expect nothing less,” the ginger replied happily, clearly accustomed to her Slytherin ways.

 

“As I said, my grandmother lived nearby.  She always insisted we visit but wasn’t very attentive once we got there.  By the time I was ten, I figured out how easy it was to get out of the house, and so I did.  Unfortunately, the neighborhood was boring.  There were like only two or three shops, and they all knew my family.  So, I couldn’t go there.  They had a park, and it is lovely.  So of course, everyone in the neighborhood was there regularly. Which meant I couldn’t really go there either.  That only left the muggle world,” she said. 

 

“That had to be frightening,” Hermione commented.  “I can’t imagine doing that for the first time alone.  I mean, Professor McGonagall and my parents were both with me the first time I went to Diagon Alley.”

 

“Hagrid went with me,” Harry volunteered between bites.

 

“Yes, well, I was alone…,” the raven-haired witch continued. 

 

“And she was terrified,” Ginny interrupted.

 

Pansy gave her girlfriend an exasperated look, but the ginger just grinned back.  “Yes, I was terrified, and why wouldn’t I be.  As you can imagine, being raised by a family such as mine, I’d heard horrific things about muggles.  I might not have risked it at all, if I hadn’t been so hungry.  Merlin knows, I wouldn’t have eaten otherwise.”

 

“Why,” Harry asked with a frown given his own home life growing up, he always had an ear out for child abuse or neglect.

 

“Oh,” the witch responded with a wave of her hand as if it were nothing.  “I’ve been on diets for as long as I can remember. Mother thought I was a bit of a pudge. So, she always restricted what I ate.  She put a mild withering curse on me when I was ten, because she was afraid that I’d overindulge after I went away to school.”

 

The other couple’s mouths dropped open at that revelation, and Ginny gave them a quick shake of her head to warn them off from saying anything. Pansy continued, oblivious to the horror of the others.  “I really didn’t know where to go, so I just wandered.  I eventually found myself in front of Pauly’s.  Although, it had a different name back then.  It smelled heavenly.”

 

“The food called to her,” Ginny said dramatically.

 

“I was lost,” her girlfriend said dismissively.

 

“It was fate!” the ginger exclaimed.

 

Parkinson rolled her eyes.  “Do you want to tell this story?"

 

“Yes!” Ginny said enthusiastically.  The raven-haired witch motioned for her to take over as she gladly returned to her meal.

 

“So, there she was, only ten years old and about to starve.  She had no idea what to order at a muggle restaurant and no way to pay. Too afraid to talk to anyone, she lingered outside the door until the staff felt sorry for her.  They thought she was an orphan waif and didn’t want her to die in front of their door.  Bad for business,” she said conspiratorially as Parkinson rolled her eyes again.  “They had no choice but to feed her.”

 

“My first burger,” the other woman said wistfully. 

 

“She, of course, loved it,” Ginny went on.  “She loved it so much that she learned to get muggle money and how to use it.”

 

“How?” Hermione asked.

 

“My parents gave me an allowance which was automatically deposited into a Gringots account.  I just had them exchange some of it into muggle currency whenever I had the chance.  They didn’t care as long as I paid them generously for the service.  I got the feeling they did that kind of thing all the time,” Pansy explained.

 

“And so,” Ginny interrupted eager to get back to the story.  “She then gathered up all her courage and went back and ordered a meal all by herself.”

 

“Are you sure you aren’t a Gryffindor,” Harry laughed.

 

Parkinson snorted in derision.  “Hardly.  I was too afraid of muggles and my parents to actually eat there.  I always ordered take out and would just find a place to hide and eat it,” she responded. 

 

“She didn’t even eat inside the restaurant until after the war.  It was then that she learned she was already a regular,” Ginny concluded with a laugh. 

 

“Pauly’s was a lifeline when school was out,” her girlfriend commented. “Mother was absolutely obsessed with my diet.”

 

“That harpy might have actually managed to kill you, if you hadn’t married Enzo,” the ginger remarked scowling.

 

“You’re married?”  Hermione asked.

 

“Widowed,” Pansy responded softly, frowning at the sudden remembrance of her grief.

 

Ginny put an arm around her and pulled her close.  “That’s part of the problem,” she said to her friends.  “Her parents let Daisy live with Pansy after she got married.  Now that Enzo is gone, they want her back.”

 

“My parents don’t care about Daisy.  They only had her as a backup after my betrothal to Draco fell apart in our sixth year.  After I managed to marry well anyway, they lost complete interest in her,” Parkinson spat with a sneer. “They couldn’t get rid of her fast enough.  They left her after our wedding reception and didn’t even tell me.  A house elf found her wandering amongst the guests.  She was only three!  I can not let them have her.”

 

“Of course not!” Harry exclaimed vehemently.

 

“How can we help?” Hermione asked.

 

“My parents can’t find out about me,” Pansy answered with a shaky breath.  “They’d never let me see her again.”

 

“It’s worse than that,” Ginny spoke up.  Her girlfriend opened her mouth to speak.  “No, we need to be honest. They can’t help us, if they don’t know what we’re up against.”

 

Pansy looked like she wanted to argue but thought better of it.  Instead, she closed her eyes and nodded.  “Just don’t drag it out,” she requested; then rested her head on Ginny’s shoulder.

 

“Of course,” the ginger replied gently.  She turned back to her friends with a serious look on her face.  “Ok, listen up.  I’m only going to say this once. So, pay attention, keep quiet and save your questions for the end,” she concluded giving them both a stern look.  The other couple quickly nodded their agreement.

 

“So, as you know, Pansy’s pureblood, Sacred 28, yada yada,” she started.  “While that has a lot of advantages.  It also has its drawbacks, particularly if you’re female.  The biggest among them being that they tend to follow the old traditions.  The second being that the law hasn’t kept up with the times, so no one can legally stop them from following those old traditions.  What this means for Pansy is that her marriage contract stipulated, if her husband died before she was able to conceive a viable child to him, her ‘custody’ would revert back to her parents.”  Her friends gasped, but she stilled them with an upraised finger before continuing. 

 

“In other words, they wanted to retain the rights to remarry her, and they intend to do so as soon as her mourning period is over. That’s in seven months.  Until then, her parents’ word is law.  If they found out about us…”  Ginny took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing.  “They could marry her off to anyone who was willing to pay a respectable bride price and who could keep her in line.  He could hide her in some country manor in order to protect Daisy’s prospects at marriage.  I mean, that’s the reason they had her in the first place, right? A spare in case Pansy didn’t work out,” she said with disgust.  “And, Pansy  would just….disappear, entirely at the mercy of her new husband.”

 

“Fuck!” Harry breathed

“But at the end of her morning period, won’t she still be in a similar position?” Hermoine asked, “She’d still have to get married so someone, right? And what of her sister?”

 

“Very good questions, Miss Granger,” Ginny said primly. 

 

Hermione preened briefly before realizing the jest and sticking out her tongue.  They all laughed, which eased the tension in the room. 

 

“Sorry, Mione. I couldn’t resist,” the ginger said with a cheeky grin.  “And they are actually good questions.”

 

“Thank you,” her friend replied with a chuckle then motioned for the woman to continue.

 

“We already have a man set up to request her hand as soon as it’s appropriate.  He’ll stipulate in the marriage contract that Daisy is to become a legal ward of his family.  He will offer to pay for her education and care.  When she becomes an adult, he’ll also cover her dowry, but her parents will receive any bride’s price or titles acquired through the marriage. He’ll also include a provision for Pansy. Should he die before her, she would remain a member of his family.  His estate would cover any expenses she had for the remainder of her life.  In other words, once they marry, both Pansy and Daisy would be safe and free.”

 

“That still leaves a lot of variables,” Hermione commented with a frown.  “What if her parents pick someone else?  Or if this man changes his mind? And what is he getting out of this? What does he expect from Parkinson?  Does he know about you?”

“Salizar!” Pansy complained.  “I forgot how annoying it is when she did that.” She lifted her head and sighed.  “We’ll do what we can to encourage his success, but he is a good prospect, especially for a second marriage.  He’s a second son but from a prominent French pureblood family, and he’ll be making a very generous offer.  I trust him implicitly.  He’s getting nothing from this than our friendship.  He's doing this for me and Daisy.  Merlin, he’s helped raise her since she was three.  He expects nothing from either of us.  Yes, he knows about Ginny. He is my husband’s closest frie…” her brow creased as she stumbled over the word.

 

Ginny reached over and took her hand.  “It’s ok. It’s safe.  Just tell them what you told me when I asked if Enzo and Jacky were friends,” she said.  The raven-haired witch still seemed reluctant to speak though.

 

 “Come on, Parkinson,” Harry said with what he hoped was an encouraging smile.  “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

 

The other woman lifted her chin haughtily and answered.  “I told Ginny, of course they’re friends but calling Jacques anything less than Lorenzo’s husband would be an insult to them both.”

 

 “Then why did he marry you or was he also attracted to women?” Hermione asked, “Were you with them both? Do you have children?”

 

“Merlin, help me,” Pansy mumbled before answering.  “We met in Italy, by chance, and became friends.  He wanted to help me get away from my family so, as he said, I could follow my dreams.  No, neither were attracted to me or women in general.  No, I don’t have any children.”

 

“Yes, she does,” Ginny blurted.  “She has two stepchildren, Mitzy and Moppet.”

 

“Which are French bulldogs,” her girlfriend corrected.

 

“Uh…sorry to interrupt,” Harry said cautiously.  “But can this chat wait for later?  I think we need to focus on the problem at hand.  Parkinson, what do you need right now,” he asked.

 

Shooting him a grateful look, she replied, “I need to know who it was that saw us, what he saw or thought he saw, and I really need to know what the hell is in those photos.”

 

On the “case”, the auror replied, “So, we need to find the photographer.  I didn’t recognize him, but maybe one of you will.”  He lifted his wand, a few moments later, a pensive flew into the room, settling on the table.  He then extracted a memory and placed it into the bowl. 

 

“Okay, who wants to go first?” he asked.

 

 

Chapter 14: A Last-Minute Guest

“I know him!” Ginny declared triumphantly when she lifted her face from the pensive.  “He’s a sports reporter following the ASW Thunderbirds.  An American.”

 

“So, he was most likely following you,” Harry surmised.

 

“I don’t know how he could have though,” she replied, turning to her girlfriend.

 

Pansy shook her head.  “No, we’ve gotten careless.  I’ve gotten careless.  I keep thinking I can act the same as I did when Enzo was alive.”  She looked over the table to Harry.  “We eat there often when in London.  So do some of my friends.  It’s not impossible for him to have found out.”

 

Harry nodded, processing the new information.  “What do you know about him?” he asked the ginger witch.

 

“Uh, as I said; he’s an American.  He’s been in Europe with the Thunderbirds.  They have been doing exhibition matches all over.  The leagues are looking into creating a global World Quidditch Cup and are testing interest. He seems nice enough, eager for sure, but nice,” she said with a shrug.  “He asked for an interview a few times, but the team’s publicist turned him down.  Luna may know more about him though,” she offered.

 

“Good idea,” Hermione said, “I’ll go flu her.”

 

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They all sat silently as Luna viewed the memory.  They’d given up on having dinner and had moved into the living room.  The pensive sat on the coffee table with blond seated before it. 

 

Luna lifted her head.  “His name is Mike Clark,” she said, sweeping her hair back over her shoulders.  “From Oak Ridge or Home or Oma or somewhere in the US.  He’s been job hunting since he got here, though.  Fancies living abroad, it would seem. We’ve been receiving articles from him for weeks now, and I’m fairly sure we aren’t the only ones.”

 

Harry offered her a hand up and moved over so she could sit next to him on the couch.  “I don’t believe he’s unscrupulous.  He’s a solid writer and a decent photographer, but he also hasn’t written anything that my sports editor deems worthy of our publication, I’m afraid. He seems to be a decent sort, though. I doubt he’ll need much persuasion.”

 

She watched serenely as the couples let out a collective sigh of relief.  “Keep in mind, though, that this may very well be his last chance to secure a job here,” she added.  “The Thunderbirds will be returning to the States at the end of the week.  It’s unlikely that he’ll find a better story before he leaves.”

 

“Couldn’t you hire him, Luna?” Harry asked.   “You said he was talented.”

 

The blond shook her head.  “I’m sorry, Harry.  I can’t.  I suggested him to all my editors after I saw his work.  Unfortunately, none were interested.  I can’t blame them.  He simply doesn’t have the access or experience needed in Europe to be worth the moving costs he’s requested.  I do believe he has talent.  I just can’t undermine my editors like that.  I promised each of them when they were hired, that would have no interference from me unless I believed they were being untruthful, unfair or immoral.  They have upheld their end of the bargain.  I intend to uphold mine,” she concluded.

 

“Surely, you don’t expect me to allow him to out us?” Pansy spat at the other witch. 

 

“Of course, not,” Luna replied warmly. 

 

The raven-haired witch looked ready to launch herself at the woman, when Ginny caught her hand encouraging her overwrought girlfriend to stay seated.  “It’s okay, Pans,” she whispered in her ear. “Luna is just here to help.  I’m sure she didn’t mean it that way.”

 

“I apologize.  I didn’t mean to upset you.  I only meant to say that it was a shame to stifle such a budding journalist, when a much better story is so near at hand,” she said turning to the couple seated next to her. 

 

 “What are mean?” Harry asked nervously, taking Hermione’s hand. 

 

“When we met for lunch last week in the Ministry cafeteria, you both looked miserable,” she replied.  “I know you want to protect your privacy, but I think keeping your relationship secret is becoming overly burdensome.”  When her words were met with confused frowns, she continued.  “You must have noticed.  Haven’t your days started to feel…difficult?” she asked.  “I’m worried for you.”

 

The couple opened their mouths to speak, but no words formed.  They looked at each other and saw the truth reflected back at them.  It had been hard lately.  They were hiding such an important part of their lives each day, and it was exhausting.  How had they not noticed before?  Harry nodded his girlfriend, and Hermione smiled, nodding back. 

 

“You’re right, Luna.  It is time to go public,” Harry said.

 

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  They had been waited anxiously by the fireplace for an hour when Luna flued back from her mission.   “It’s all taken care of,” she said serenely as she wiped soot from her robes. 

 

“Which means……” Pansy prompted impatiently.

 

The blond took no offense as she answered, “Mister Clark has agreed not to release the photographs.”  A collective sigh of relief cut through the tension in the room.  “In exchange, he will interview Harry and Hermione within the next twenty-four hours which the Quibbler will publish.  He retains the rights to all photographs that he took, of which I have possession along with the negatives, should you consent for their publication.”

 

“Why would we do that?” Pansy asked. 

 

“Because they’re quite good,” she answered.  “You are welcome to see them.  Oh, and Harry.  He asked me to send his apologies for running.  He hadn’t meant to, he just panicked when you started coming.  He seemed rather embarrassed by the whole ordeal.”

 

“How did he even find us in the first place,” Hermione asked. 

 

“He’d been following Ginny hoping for an interview and noticed a takeaway bag from the restaurant,” she explained with a shrug.  “He’s apparently been going often hoping to see you there.”

 

“Can we trust him?” Harry asked. 

 

“Yes, I believe so.  I did get a wizard’s oath though due to the sensitive nature of the situation,” she said.  “He seemed genuinely horrified that could have put a child in danger.”

 

“Thank you,” Harry said, giving the blond a hug.  “You’re awesome, Luna.”

 

The witch laughed.  “That’s what friends do,” she replied before pulling away.  “I need to be off.  I’ll have to be at the paper early to arrange everything for the interview and publication.”

 

“Of course, thank you again.  We’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry replied.

 

After seeing her to the flu, he returned.  “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for bed.  Hermione, you staying the night,” he asked.

 

The woman in question yawned.  “Might as well, it’s half eleven anyway.”

 

“Mind if we say up and watch the telly?” Ginny asked.  “We’re a bit too ramped up to sleep right now.”

 

“Yeah, of course.  You know where everything is,” he said as he turned for the stairs.

 

“Awesome,” she said and pulled her girlfriend over to his movie collection.  “You’ve got to watch The Goonies.”

 

 

The wizard’s ears perked up, and he stopped.  “Goonies?”

 

“Nope, nope, nope, we’re going to bed,” Hermione instructed as she pushed him towards the stairs.  “You own the tape; you can watch it later.  We have a long day tomorrow,” she reminded him.

 

“But, but the Truffle Shuffle,” he pleaded as she steered him up to bed.

 

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Hermione had been right.  The next day was long.  They both had a full day of work and hadn’t even been able to see eat other at lunch.  They had only just managed to freshen up and change before their interview. 

 

The couple tumbled out of the flu in Luna’s office issuing apologies for their lateness.  The blond rose from her desk to greet them. 

 

“No need for apologies,” she said as the hugged one then the other.  “It’s only been a few minutes.  Besides, Eugene and I have been having a lovely conversation with Michael.” 

 

She motioned to the man behind her.  “You remember our features editor.”

 

“Yes!  Mr. Rhoads, good to see you again,” Hermione said.  “You’ve done wonders for The Quibbler. The recent article about the werewolf freedom movement in Romania was inspiring.”

 

“I could say the same about your werewolf rights campaign here, Miss Granger,” The older wizard said as he shook her hand, then Harry’s.  “Congratulations!  Miss Lovegood told me why you’ve come.  I wish you both all the best.”

 

“Michael, are you ready?” Luna asked.

 

The young man stepped up.  “Yes, ma’am,” he quickly answered. He wore denims with a brown tweed jacket, cowboy boots and held a checkered houndstooth hat with a red feather in his hands, which he used to gesture which direction they needed to go.  “Uh, it’s just this way,” he said leading them towards a small meeting room. 

 

“Did you need something to drink,” he asked as he showed them to their seats around a small round table.

 

“No, thank you,” Harry answered, knowing that they both just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possibly could. 

 

“Ok, thank you so much for meeting me today,” the wizard started, then took a deep breath to bolster himself.  “First, I need to apologize for last night.  I meant no harm and certainly hadn’t meant to cause so much distress.  I’d just been hoping to see Miss Ginny,” he explained.  “Only when I did see her….  Well, she was with you, and I didn’t want to interrupt, especially since you’re a cop. So, I just ate supper and took a few photos before I left.  I guess you know the rest,” he concluded sheepishly.

 

“Okay, uh, thanks,” Harry said, not feeling too generous at that moment.  They’d been up late and had such a busy day, he really just wanted this to be over.  “Do you mind if we start?” he asked.

 

“Of course, yes, sorry again,” Clark said nervously.  “About that…..”  He trailed off before taking another deep breath.    “I really appreciate this opportunity, I really do.”

 

Well, this is getting tedious, Hermione thought, hoping that he’d just get to the interview.

 

“But, I cant accept this offer,” he said. 

 

“What?!?” the couple exclaimed in unison. 

 

“So, you’re still going to publish the pictures?” Hermione asked in alarm. 

 

“What? Oh, god, no!” Mike replied quickly.  “Of course not.  No, I only meant that I won’t be the one doing the interview.  That’s why Mister Rhoads is here. While I really do want to be here, I’ve got do it with integrity.  I’ll not start a career here by blackmailing someone for an interview, and I don’t need to be bribed to do right by women and children,” he said resolutely.  The young man stood and opened the door to the older wizard waiting outside.

“Ready for me, son?” Mr. Rhoads asked. 

 

“Yes, sir,” he replied and turned back to the couple seated behind him.  “Thank you again, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger for giving me the opportunity apologize,” he said to them before slipping out the door and disappearing.

 

Harry looked over to Hermione, baffled.  This wasn’t how they thought this would go at all.  Suddenly, there was no need for their relationship to become public.  Luna certainly wouldn’t demand it.  He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or disappointed.  Hermione looked about just as confused about the situation. 

 

“Do you still want to do this,” he asked her.

 

“I…uh..yeah, I think I do?” her reply coming out as a question.  “What about you?”

 

“Yeah, same,” he answered.  “It just feels like the right time, doesn’t it?”

 

The uncertainty in the young woman’s face melted into a bright smile.  “It really does,” she said. 

 

Harry’s forehead wrinkled. “Would it be weird if I said that I want Clark to do the interview,” he asked.

 

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.  “I was just thinking the same thing,” she responded excitedly, leaning in to kiss him.

 

A warm chuckle interrupted their moment.  They had completely forgotten about the man still in the room.  They looked up at him sheepishly.

 

“I’m sorry,” Hermione began.  “But would it be possible for Mr. Clark to do the interview?”

 

Rhoads chuckled again and shook his head.  “Miss Lovegood said I wouldn’t have the chance to sit,” he said to himself cheerfully and left the room.

 

Five minutes later, a somewhat confused Mike Clark reentered the room.  “Mr. Rhoads said you wanted to see me again,” he said nervously.

 

“Yes, we’d like it if you did the interview,” Harry said. 

 

Clark shook his head. “Sir, I was serious.  I don’t want payment for choosing not to hurt a woman and child.  That’s something that doesn’t sit well with me as a journalist and, quite frankly, as a man,” he said firmly.  “I mean no offense to you, but, as I saud, I don’t need to be paid to do the right thing.”

 

Hermione was practically starry-eyed as she took Harry’s hand and turned to him.  “Now, I really want him to do the interview.”

 

Harry laughed and turned back to the reporter.  “This isn’t payment,” he started.  “Although, we’re both so grateful for how you’ve chosen to handle the mess, that honestly, you happened to fall into, but it’s more.  We’re both ready to be public.  This is kind of big for us, and we could use a man of integrity right now.  Plus, having our story told by someone who doesn’t know everything about us, would be nice for a change,” he said with a laugh.  “Hermione is my forever.  I want to get this right.”

 

“I’m your forever,” Hermione asked quietly.

 

Her boyfriend squeezed her hand and answered. “Of course.  Don’t you feel that too?” he asked suddenly worried that he’d said too much.

 

“Yes!” she exclaimed happily and kissed him.  “It really, really does,” she said.

 

Clark cleared his throat to remind the couple of his presence.  “So, is this off the record, or should I be taking notes,” he asked with a grin.

 

Harry’s cheeks reddened slightly as he responded, “Uh, off the record.  Think this should be a discussion between Hermione and myself.”

 

Mike suppressed a laugh as he nodded his agreement and sat back down at the table. 

Notes:

Ok, we are moving on. Sorry we've spent some much time on this one date. What can I say? Pansy has baggage, and she doesn't travel light. Rest assured lemons are coming and so will Harry and Hemione. ;)

Chapter 15: Jitters

Harry then Hermione popped out of the flu into the Ministry atrium.  They typically avoided arriving together to prevent rumors, but since their relationship would be public by the end of the day, it hardly seemed worth caring about.  Their story would be published in the evening edition.  That would give them some time to announce their relationship to co-workers ahead of the article. 

 

As they made their way to the elevators, Harry whispered, “I thought it would be easier to announce tonight, instead of walking into it today, but fuck, I think this is worse.”

 

His girlfriend looked equally frazzled. “I know what you mean,” she whispered back.  “I just know I’m going to worry about this all day and still walk into a mess tomorrow,” she said dejectedly. 

 

“Want to meet for lunch?  We can go out, get away from all this for a bit?” he offered.

 

“No, I can’t.  I’ve got meetings booked all day.  Since we passed the first of the werewolf legislation, we’ve been getting nonstop legal objections.  Maybe tomorrow though” she said hopefully.  “Everyone will be too busy discussing my love life to have time to bore me with ridiculous ordinance objections.”

 

“Of course,” the man replied, allowing his hand to graze hers as they walked.  “Tomorrow for sure.” He paused before they entered the elevator, buying them another few seconds of privacy.  “Do you want to stay with me tonight?" he asked.   “Then we can show a united front tomorrow.  Plus you’ll be able to avoid the owls for at least one night.”

 

“That sounds amazing, my Love,” she answered with a smile.  “I’m think a nice relaxing bath, take away, Goonies and go to bed early.”

 

“Merlin, I love you more and more each day,” her boyfriend replied with a cheeky grin.  He wanted to kiss her but resisted the urge.  Tomorrow would be bad enough; he had no desire to deal with that mess until after the damned article was published.  “Come find me if you get too stressed today, alright?”

 

“Only if you do the same,” she replied.

 

“I will,” he promised as they were both whisked into the elevator by a small crowd of workers eager to start their day.

 

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Harry was an absolute bundle of nerves.  He looked up at the clock to find it was only ten minutes later than the last time he’d checked.  The hours were dragging on.  He’d already talked to everyone he intended to about his relationship. Now he was stuck doing paperwork for the rest of his shift.  Not seeing Hermione at lunch had not helped his anxiety.

 

He wondered how she was.  He wondered if he could convince her to leave early.  He looked at the clock again.  It was only half past two.  He tried to concentrate on his work, but it was too dull to distract him from his worry.  All he’d managed to do was absently smear ink across his parchment.  He picked up his wand and vanished the smudges, then looked at the clock again.   Two thirty-five.  Harry shot to his feet.  He couldn’t take it anymore.  He was going to find Hermione.

 

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Hermione resisted the urge once more to hex the bastards sitting across from her.  Of course, bastard wasn’t exactly an appropriate description for them though.  She was sure each one had a completely legitimate, impeccable pedigree.  Each complaint and “concern” they presented regarding the first of the new werewolf protections was beyond petty. 

 

“Mr. Stafford…” she began.

 

“Lord Stafford,” the man corrected. 

 

The witch took a deep breath and forced a smile before replying.  “Lord Stafford, why is it that you believe allowing werewolves to open Gringotts accounts and patronizing establishments will increase crime?”

 

The man laughed down at her. “Everyone knows they don’t have money.  All they would be doing is stealing merchandise or robbing the clientele.”

 

“And what are you basing this assumption on?” she asked through clenched teeth and a strained smile. 

 

The man laughed again.  “Common knowledge,” he sneered.

 

Hermione opened her mouth to say something she was sure that she’d regret when there was a knock on the door.  A moment later, the door opened, and Harry’s head popped round.   “Sorry to bother, but I may I speak with Hermione for a moment?”

The middle-aged wizard seated next to the woman smiled warmly at the intruder.  “Harry, my boy!  You’re never a bother.  Actually, I could go for a spot of tea,” he said jovially then turned to his co-worker.  “Hermione, do be a dear and pop out and order us…” He looked to the other men in the room.  “What do we say, chaps? Full tea?”

 

The men traded smirks at seeing the upstart witch being “put in her place”.  “Thank you, Mel.  I’m glad to see that some people still have manners,” one of them said haughtily.

 

Hermione got to her feet and turned to her “boss” and rolled her eyes.  He often played this game.  Many believed him to be her superior based on his gender and family alone.  At the moment, she was more than happy to let her assistant lull these pricks into a sense of false confidence.  “Delightful!” Melvin exclaimed.  “Hermione, that will be full tea, and then you can talk to your friend,” he dismissed.

 

The woman flashed him a grin, then said, “Yes, Mr. Marquis.  Right away.”  She made sure to look dejected as she hurried from the room.  She placed an order for tea to be brought up, then dragged Harry down the hall. 

 

She stopped once they were out of earshot of her officemates.  “Is everything okay?” she asked.

 

“Uh, yeah.  I just wanted to know if you wanted to nip out early.  I’m too jittery to work.,” he said feeling somewhat silly now that he’d interrupted her. 

 

Hermione sighed.  “I’m sorry.  Like I said earlier, I have meetings all day,” she said.

 

“I kinda figured.  Sorry again for bothering you,” he said hoping to slink away before he embarrassed himself further. 

 

“Harry, wait.  I can’t leave now, but I do have some time to kill while Mel softens those idiots up.  Want to go in the broom closet and shag while I boss you around,” she asked with a mischievous grin that her boyfriend soon copied. 

 

“Oh fuck, yes,” Harry answered.

 

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Hermione pulled him into the closet then locked & warded the door.  “Kneel,” she commanded, and Harry quickly complied, smiling to himself when noticed the floor beneath him had been cushioned.  “Take off my knickers,” she instructed next.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied reverently.  Then he slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt.  Merlin, Harry thought.  He didn’t even know he needed this.  He let his anxiety fall away as he pulled down her knickers and helped her step out of them.   

 

The witch slowly pulled her skirt up until she was exposed.  She leaned back against the wall and set a heel on Harry’s shoulder.  She slid her leg down his back and used it to pull him closer.  She reached down to caress his cheek lovingly and tangle her fingers in his hair.  She gripped it roughly and brought his lips to her quim.  “Get me wet,” she ordered, and he eagerly feasted upon her.

 

Hermione ground herself into Harry’s face.  He hadn’t been the only one that needed this.  She’d be lying if the upcoming article hadn’t also made her extremely anxious herself.  Then she had to spend the day talking to entitled prick after entitled prick with a few entitled cunts to give her some variety.  They’d spewed the most vial prejudice, while her patience frayed more and more.  She couldn’t think of anything that she could use right now than a bit of dominance, an orgasm, preferably two, and most importantly, Harry.

 

“That’s it, good boy,” she cooed as he sucked her clit.  She gasped as he lightly ran his teeth over the tender bud.  “Use your fingers, love.  Get me off,” she breathed.   

 

Harry moaned into her cunt as he brought his hands up and caressed her backside.  His questing fingers soon found her dripping core and he speared her with two of them.  He sawed into her over and over as he lapped at her clit.  She mewled and praised him until a slow, gentle orgasm started to roll through her. 

 

Hermione fisted Harry’s hair again and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.  “Get up here right now and put that fat cock in me,” she ordered. “Make me cum again.”

 

“Gladly, Mistress,” he replied. He made sure her leg stayed firmly over his shoulder spreading her obscenely wide as he slid up her body.  She hissed when his throbbing member brushed against her aching cunt.  He looked straight into her eyes as he entered her still throbbing heat slowly so as to not spill himself too soon. 

 

Hermione had different ideas though and smacked his rump.  Harry’s startled jerk sheathed himself fully into the witch.  “Move,” she growled.

 

“Sorry, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” he automatically replied. The momentary sting giving him the ability to regain control of himself.  He pulled back and surged into her once more.  He set a brutal pace, slamming into her. 

 

“That’s it,” the witch gasped gripping his shoulders for support.  “Just like that.”  She threw her head back and moaned.  She wasn’t going to have to wait long for her second release.  “Keep going,” she encouraged.  “I’m almost there.”

 

Harry concentrated on her words, desperately ignoring the tingling of his balls.  She felt so fucking good, so tight, so hot, so wet.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get her off first.  Her pussy was already starting to tremble around him. He only needed to hold out a little longer. 

 

“Squeeze my breast!”  Hermione ordered, needing just a little more to push her over the edge.  “Make it hurt!”

 

The wizard reached up and took hold.  He bore down on the sensitive flesh until the woman cried out at the pleasure-tinged pain.  She broke apart, coming around him. 

 

“Yes, yes, yes!” she panted, loosing herself in the sensation. 

 

Harry groaned as he finally allowed himself to come, letting his witch milk him dry.  He rested his head on her shoulder as he caught his breath.  “Fuck, I love you,” he breathed. 

 

“Ditto,” Hermoine replied with a sigh.

 

The man chuckled at the reference and helped her regain her footing. “Ghost? Really?”

 

“Sorry,” the woman giggled.  “It seemed appropriate at the moment.

 

They quickly got dressed, and Harry slipped out of the closet.  After ensuring that the hallway was still clear, he motioned for Hermione to follow.

 

“I better get back to Mel,” she whispered. “Meet you at the flues at five?”

 

“No,” the wizard replied, causing her to frown.  Harry laughed then kissed her brow.  “I know you, my Love.  If I left it to you, you’d be working until six, and I would be downstairs with along with every reporter in the country.  So, I will be in your office at half past four and we’ll go down to the flues together, before the bloody paper goes out.”

 

 Hermione would normally refute such correct allegations but was too relieved at Harry’s foresight that it never occurred to her. “Good plan.”

 

“Plus, I haven’t forgotten that you promised me Goonies tonight,” he said with a grin.

 

The witch laughed.  “Don’t worry I remember,” she assured him.

 

“I also remember you promising me a bath,” he added suggestively pulling her closer.  “And fully intend using it to strip you bare, get you wet and worship you like the goddess you are.”

 

“Fuck,” Hermione breathed her so recently sated lust reigniting. 

 

 “Oh, I plan to,” Harry chuckled and leaned in for a brief yet toe-curling kiss.  He couldn’t help but smirk as he turned to leave.  Perhaps he did have the stamina to make it through the day after all. 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Ongoing Demonstrations