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Harry popped in front of Hermione’s flat, pounding on her door. “Hermione, are you home?”
“Harry!” Hermione flung the door open. “Did I forget to meet you somewhere?”
“No, but we are going to have a spot of fun.” Harry gave her a quick hug before grabbing her jacket and purse. “Come with me.”
“Harry, I’m not even dressed to go out.” Hermione laughed at her best friend. Harry’s surprised look made her giggle. “But I’d get dressed if I knew where we are going.”
“To Dublin!” Harry cheered.
“Ireland?” Hermione gave him a strange look. “Why?”
“I remember when we were in Hogwarts, Seamus would go on and on about their magical harvest festival.” Harry smiled. “And we have been working too hard not to have some fun, and your birthday was yesterday.” Harry stuck out his tongue.
“What about Ron?” Hermione started to walk to her bedroom.
“What about Ron?” Harry gave her a bewildered look. “I want to spend time with you because you work in a different department from us. I see him every day. You.” He pointed to her. “No, and I wanted to rectify that today.”
“Aww. Harry, you are too sweet.” Hermione bussed his cheek before she went to change her clothes.
Harry plopped down in a chair. Crookshanks hopped up onto his lap. “Hey, Crookshanks.” Harry started petting him.
Crookshanks started to purr from his pampering. “Meow.”
“Missed me, have you?” Harry smiled at the old cat before gathering him into his arms for a quick hug.
“MEOWL.” Crookshanks hissed before jumping down.
“Harry, are you teasing my cat again?” Hermione came out, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She changed into a pair of denim and a white tee shirt with a flannel shirt overtop. “I’m ready, Harry.”
“You look lovely, Hermione,” Harry complimented, making her blush. “Shall we?” Hermione nodded. “If I recall correctly, it’s in a lea not far from Seamus’s family’s pub.”
“The one we went to for a get-together last year?” Hermione tilted her head.
“Yes. That’s the one.” Harry dipped his head. “Let’s enjoy the beautiful weather while we can, alright, Hermione?”
“Let me feed Crookshanks first so he isn’t cross with me later.” Hermione hurried into the kitchen with the cat trailing behind her, meowing.
“You could have told me to feed the cat.” Harry shook his head.
“He’s been finicky of late.” Hermione sighed, looking down at the nearly white face. “I wonder how old he is.”
“Well, we have been out for two years, and you have him five of those school years plus one year on the run. That is eight years. How long did Magical Menagerie have him?”
“Er.” Hermione tapped her chin. “They said that they had him for ages. Poor Crookshanks.”
Harry laughed. “You said that when you got him.”
Hermione smirked as she put the dish down. “Enjoy, my baby.” She patted his head as he started gobbling it up. “We will see you later.”
Harry and Hermione went to her fireplace and flooed over to Finnigan’s Bar before getting enveloped by Seamus.
“Harry! Hermione!” Seamus boisterously greeted them. “What brings you here?”
“Isn’t it nearly time for your Harvest Fest?” Harry inquired.
“Yes!” Seamus cheered. “It’s this weekend!”
“Great!” Harry beamed at him.
“Seamus!” A mothery voice called out to him.
“Yes, Mam?” Seamus turned to an older woman behind the bar. “You remember Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, right?”
“Yes, hello! Are you here for the festival?” Mrs. Finnegan inquired.
“Yes, we are.” Hermione chuckled.
“Good, Good.” The elder witch flashed a smile. “Seamus, you best get over there and make sure the leprechauns aren’t doing anything they aren’t supposed to!”
“Right!” Seamus waved Harry and Hermione to follow him. “We get the magical part of this out of them.” He held up his hand to stall Hermione’s objection. “It’s a way to appease them until March.”
Hermione groaned. “Yes, and they are right annoying, starting right after Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh, that’s right, you work in that department. You don’t worry about them today. We have people on them.” Seamus smirked at her.
“Alright. I will try to enjoy myself today.” Hermione exhaled.
“That’s the ticket,” Harry exclaimed. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“I sounded like Lockhart there,” Harry grumbled.
Hermione snickered as Seamus looked at him strangely. “Whatever happened to him?”
“He was in St. Mungos the last time we checked. He had obliviated himself with Ron’s broken wand.” Harry shook his head. “And that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
Seamus and Hermione shook their head as they turned the corner towards an open field.
“Whoa, Seamus. I didn’t realise it was this big of an event.” Harry’s eyes widened.
“Yes, it’s one of our banger events that bring people from all over.” Seamus puffed his chest out. “We have our local foods and craftsmanship products. The leprechauns set up some things, so be careful.”
“Like what?” Hermione’s curiosity got the better of her.
“Like those mini cabins over there.” Seamus pointed to a row of them. “They are sentient.”
“You are joking with me.” Hermione shook her head. “You can’t make a place sentient.”
“Suit yourself, Hermione.” Seamus was busy perusing around the area. “But don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
“Harry. I’m starving. You dragged me out before I got to have some tea.” Hermione rubbed her stomach.
“Oh no!” Harry faux smacked his face. “She’s a bear if she doesn’t eat.”
“I’ll let you two have fun. I need to check with my brethren on the status of the set-ups.” Seamus waved at them as he left.
Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him towards the food stands. They stood in the middle of the section and took a healthy sniff.
“Oh my Merlin, it smells divine here, Harry.” Hermione lit up. “I want something potato-y.”
“What’s that over there?” Harry pointed to a sign with potatoes and what looked like pancakes.
“Yes, Boxty.” Hermione ensnared his wrist and pulled him over. “It’s like a potato pancake.”
“A pancake made out of potatoes?” Harry sounded puzzled.
“Yes, wee lad. We grate the potatoes first and make the potato cakes with our special recipe.” The rugged man replied. “We serve it with sour cream or apple sauce. Your choice.”
“I’ll take one with the cream, please.” Hermione bounced happily. “Harry?”
“Hmm. I’ll try the apple sauce version.” Harry grabbed his wallet.
“Put that wallet away, lad. This one is on the house.” The man shook his head.
“I can’t let you do that.” Harry objected.
“Yes, I can. You are trying this for the first time, correct?” The man looked up at him. Harry nodded. “I’m not going to make you eat if you don’t like it.”
“And mine?” Hermione tilted her head.
“You, lassie, are with him, yes?”
“Yes, why?”
“Well, I can’t charge for one and not the other, so both are free today. Plus, we’ll be mighty busy enough that we can miss a payment or two.”
“Thank you.” Hermione beamed.
“You are most welcome, wee lassie.” The man handed them two plates. “Enjoy.”
Hermione and Harry sat at one of the tables set up in the middle of the food court area and enjoyed their Boxties.
“This is really good, Hermione.” Harry perked up. “We should see if any of our local jaunts would be willing to make this from time to time.”
“I hear that Hannah is thinking about taking over the Leaky Cauldron. I bet she’s a great chef.” Hermione replied before stuffing her mouth. “I can’t wait to see what else is here, Harry.”
“If it’s like this, we are going to be stuffed.” Harry laughed.
“Too true.” Hermione agreed. “It’s a good thing we are walking around today to help work it off.”
“I hear some music. Let’s check it out.” Harry and Hermione got up and tossed their trash before wandering over to the stage. There was a group playing music with the locals dancing a jig. They tried to get Harry and Hermione to join them.
“Sorry, we don’t know how.” Harry tried to wave them off.
“We’ll show you.” One couple split apart, and each grabbed one and started teaching them. Hermione, of course, picked it up quickly. Harry was having issues.
“Let me?” Hermione tapped the woman’s shoulder.
“Alright, lassie. Let’s see it.” The woman stepped away.
“Come on, Harry.” Hermione stepped in front of him and took his hands. “You almost have it. Just put a little more bounce into your step.”
“Like this?” Harry started to dance again and twirled her around.
Hermione laughed at the freeness of the dance. The others started clapping.
“Harry and Hermione, you two are smashing it out there.” Seamus boasted them.
“Thank you, Seamus. Is everything good?” Hermione smirked at him.
“Yep. We are good. You have fun, Hermione.” Seamus dipped his head.
“Honestly, I do know how to have fun.” Hermione huffed.
“If you call reading fun, you need to straighten out your priorities. Blimey, now I sound like Ron.” Harry grumbled again.
Hermione and Seamus laughed at him. “So, Seamus, what is there to do besides food and dancing?”
“There are various artsy stuff over there that pique your interest, Hermione. If I recall correctly, you knitted.”
“Yes, I did.” Hermione was pleased that someone noticed. “Shall we peruse the stalls and see if there is anything we want to take home?”
“Sure, Hermione.” Harry held out his arm for her to take. “Maybe we’ll find a toy for Crookshanks.”
“You still have that mangy cat?” Seamus’s face showed shock.
“Yes, but I’m not sure how much longer since he’s getting white in the face.” Hermione sighed.
“Well, think of it this way, Hermione. You have given him a great life.” Seamus reassured her.
“He’s right, Hermione.” Harry rubbed her back. “But, let’s not think about sad thoughts. Let’s think of happy ones and find him the best toy.”
“Thank you both for your words.” Hermione took a deep breath to settle her nerves. “I need a drink first before we do. Is there a butterbeer stand somewhere?”
“Yes, Mam set up a stall over there, and my cousin is running it.” Seamus leads them over to it. “Two butterbeers to go, Patrick.”
“Alright, Seamus.” The burly redhead filled the cups and placed a lid on them before giving it to them. “Friends of yours, Seamus?”
“Yes, Harry and Hermione. We went to school together and were in the same house.” Seamus grinned.
“Splendid.” Patrick gazed at Harry momentarily. “Do you play sport? You look agile enough for it.”
“Yes, I do. I was on the house team.” Harry toothly smiled.
“Excellent, and the lassie appears to be a reader to me.” The boys snorted at the remark. “On the nose?”
“Yes, but how did you know that?” Hermione squinted at him.
“Ah, my looks are deceiving, but I’m a reader too.” Patrick gave her a flirty smile.
“Hermione, we need to check out the stalls, remember?” Harry grabbed her elbow and steered her far from Patrick.
Seamus stifled his amusement at Harry being jealous. “Patrick, don’t bother them unless they want another drink.”
“Alright, are they dating?” Patrick stared over at the departing couple.
“Not that I’m aware of. BUT. I wouldn’t be surprised if they become one by the end of the day.” Seamus shook his head.
“Harry, stop. I can’t take a sip with you going this fast.” Hermione dug her heels into the ground.
“Oh, sorry.” Harry let her go and started to sip his own. “Are you looking for a sweater or something? I’ll buy it for you.”
“You don’t have to, Harry.” Hermione bumped into his side. “I’m just happy to spend the day with you.”
Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulders and smiled. “I’m happy that we are spending the day together. I wasn’t sure if you would agree to come with me.”
“Of course! I was thinking about what to do when you showed up. I was going to do some reading, but this is better.” Hermione smirked at him as he rolled his eyes.
Harry and Hermione walked up to a booth full of knitted woollen sweaters. They have a mix of pullovers and cardigan types. The owner was fussing with the products. “Are you looking for something particular?”
“Oh, I was just complaining to my friend how chilly it is at work.” Hermione shook her head.
“Ah, maybe a button-down cardigan to ward it off?” She smiled. “This lovely shade of browns would look lovely with your eyes, dearie.”
Hermione picked it up and tried it on. It was a little snug, so she switched up to a bigger size and was pleased that it was roomy enough for her to move around. Hermione turned to Harry. “What do you think?”
“It looks lovely on you.” Harry nodded in agreement. “Do you want that shade or a different one?”
“Oh, I love browns, especially in autumn.” Hermione beamed.
“I do have one with shades of brown, muted orange and greens.” The lady picked up a beautifully crafted sweater with those shades.
“That’s bloody brilliant.” Hermione took off the brown shaded one, slipped that one on and squeed in delight.
“We’ll be taking that one, ma’am.” Harry laughed at his friend as he paid for it. “Have a great day.”
“You, too.” The woman gleefully cried out.
“Leave it on, Hermione. It looks great on you.” Harry encouraged her to wear it.
“Alright, it’s starting to feel chilly, anyway.” Hermione looked around and saw a picture of a steaming bowl. “Let’s see if there’s some Irish stew to warm us up.”
“Sure.”
They walked over to the booth, and Hermione was hopping. “Yes, Irish stew, and they have potato farls or bread as we call it.”
“I don’t remember you eating a lot of potatoes in school.” Harry gave her a confused look.
“Harry.” Hermione was exasperated with him. “You forget who always ate with us.”
“Oh right, Ron.” Harry shook his head. “He would turn you off from eating a lot.”
“Exactly, and I know there was plenty of food, but sometimes I would go down early to get my fill before you two came down.” Hermione shook her head. “Even Ginny was fed up with his eating habits because Molly never corrected him.”
“Let’s not talk about Ron.” Harry jiggled his head. “I see him enough every day, and sometimes he aggravates me.”
“Alright. Let’s get some food and a warm drink.” Hermione walked up to the counter. “Two stews and some farl, too, please.”
“Coming up, lassie. Do you want some hot apple cider, too?” The elderly male flashed a smile.
“Yes, please.” Harry and Hermione chorused.
“That will be twenty for the lot.”
Harry paid the cashier, and they grabbed their food and sat down again. “Blimey! These seats are cold.”
Hermione looked at her watch and was surprised at the time. “It’s 5 pm.”
“What!” Harry glanced at her watch. “It doesn’t even feel like we’ve been here for hours at all. I wonder if it’s part of the magic of the fest.”
“Yes, Harry, you are right.” Seamus made them jump. “Sorry about that.” He sat down. “We used the local magicks to make it appear like you haven’t been here all day when you have.” He looked up. “Oh good, we get to see the Harvest Moon.”
“Do you have to worry about werewolves?” Hermione inquired.
“No, we don’t. We have good relations with them, and we supply them with the potion if they want it, which most of them do.” Seamus took a sip of his butterbeer. “Sorry about my cousin.”
“Forget about it.” Harry waved him off. “Do you have a pumpkin patch?”
“Yes, we do. It’s by those cabins over there.” Seamus tipped his head in that direction.
“Alright, we should check them out before we leave Hermione.” Harry gave her a hopeful look.
“Do you want to carve them when we get back to my place?” Hermione lit up at the idea.
“That’s what I was thinking.” Harry bobbed his head. “Plus, I remember roasting the seeds with a pinch of salt.”
“Oh, we should do that.” Hermione clapped in delight.
“That Irish stew and farls is divine, isn’t it?” Seamus beamed proudly.
“Yes, it is. I haven’t had it this good in a long time.” Hermione moaned.
The boys shared a glance before Seamus got up. “I should do another patrol. See you later.”
Harry and Hermione finished up their meal and tossed their trash before meandering over towards the pumpkin patch. When they arrived, Harry noticed that the leprechauns were starting to build a fire off to the side. He steered Hermione the other way so she wouldn’t get distracted by them. “Whoa, Hermione. These pumpkins remind me of Hagrid’s.”
“Yes, they do, don’t they?”
“Let’s see if we can find two large-sized ones to take back for carving.”
“Sounds good to me. Maybe they’ll hold them for us.” Hermione pondered.
“What? You didn’t bring your bag?” Harry ribbed her.
“Honestly. It’s not like we could use it here.” Hermione shook her head.
“True.” The wind started to whip up. “What the?” Harry turned to see Seamus starting to run towards the firepit. It appeared that they were chanting something. The next thing they knew, it started to rain.
“What the?” Hermione looked up. “There’s not a cloud in the sky. Beautiful Harvest Moon, and it’s pouring!”
“Quick, let’s run into one of the cabins.” Harry pulled her towards the closest one.
“Aren’t you worried about what Seamus said?” Hermione questioned as she got dragged into the warm place.
Their eyes popped open when they heard the door seal itself. Harry spun around to try the knob. “Bloody Merlin’s Saggy Balls.”
“Harry James Potter.” Hermione reprimanded him.
“Stuff it, Hermione, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we can’t apparate either.” Harry wrinkled his nose before stomping his foot. “Nope.”
Great! Just great.” Hermione took a gander at the layout. “Alright, so we have a fireplace and a large bed with a two-seater table.”
“So a typical cabin then.” Harry shook his head. “I wonder if we have to do something to appease the sentient building to be allowed to leave.”
The cabin shook, which made their eyes widen.
“Well, for now, we need to get dry.” Harry went to light the fireplace with his wand, and it didn’t work. “Oh bloody hell.”
“What’s the matter?” Hermione shuffled over. “Where’s the fire?”
“We have to build it by hand. No wands.” Harry sighed.
“Oh. Right. See if there’s any matches on the mantle.” Hermione bent down and rearranged the firewood by placing the kindling on top.
“No, Hermione.” Harry sounded aggravated.
“Harry, relax. We will be fine.” Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “Take off your sweater and jeans unless you are commando.”
“I wear boxers.” Harry huffed as he did what she told him. “What about you?”
“In a minute, Harry,” Hermione snarked as she rubbed two sticks together to create a spark. She blew on it, and the fire started. “There.”
“Brilliant, Hermione.” He praised her. “Now you get your wet things off.”
She sighed as she rose and patted her wet jeans with her hands. She turned around and inwardly groaned. Harry was standing there in his snitch boxers and a damp t-shirt that clung to his broad chest.
“Like what you see?” Harry smirked at her.
“Hush you.” Hermione peeled off her new cardigan and unbuttoned her flannel shirt. “A little help, please. It’s stuck to me.”
Harry shook his head, moved next to her and grabbed one of the sleeves. He wanked it to get it off her. “Spin around, please.”
Hermione turned around and felt the shirt come off her shoulders. After the shirt finally came off, she turned to him and gazed into his emerald eyes. “Harry?”
“Yes, Hermione?” He gave her a warm smile.
“Did you ever think about dating me?” Hermione started to unbutton her denims.
“What?” Harry’s shocked face made Hermione turn away from him. He grabbed her wrist. “Hold on, Hermione. I wasn’t expecting that question. Let me answer it.”
“Sorry.” She looked down.
He used his warm hand to raise her chin. “I want to look into your beautiful brown eyes when I say this.” He took a deep breath. “Hermione, I’ve always liked you from the start.”
She gasped. “But you told Ron.”
Harry exhaled. “No, I lied to him to shut him up.”
“Why not tell me later?” Hermione started pacing. “Or even sooner!”
“Hermione!” Harry snapped to get her attention. When he garnered it, Harry spewed. “Listen. I was a teenager who didn’t know how to communicate correctly. I still don’t, to some extent.”
Hermione murmured her agreement.
“I just wasn’t sure if you and Ron were finally going to be a couple or not, and when it didn’t happen, well.” Harry rubbed his neck. “I didn’t feel right asking you.”
“Are you talking about the whole don’t date your best friend’s ex thing.” Hermione waved her hands around.
“Blerg. No. I don’t want to date Ron.” Harry’s face got all scrunched up.
“What?” Hermione looked at him, puzzled. “Ron’s not your best friend?”
“No, Hermione.” Harry took her hands and pulled her close to him. “You are and always have been from the start. I know we have had our tiffs here and there, but you were the one who stuck by me from day one. I might have been a little slow to realise it.”
His confession gobsmacked Hermione. “So, you have feelings for me?”
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. “Yes, Hermione.” He lowered his head and gave her a sweet kiss.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened it. They moaned as their tongues tentatively brushed.
Harry pulled back, stared into her eyes and saw hope, desire and possibly love. “What about you, Hermione?”
She ran her fingers into his hair and pulled him back down. Her lips caressed his before she moved to his ear. “Harry, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Never.” Harry reared back to see her face. “If I have in the past, I’m sorry, but I would never, ever intentionally hurt you.” He gave her a passionate kiss to show just how much. His arms tightened, bringing their two bodies together.
Hermione groaned as she felt something hard against the opening of her denim. “Shite.”
“What’s wrong?” He gazed into her mocha eyes full of love and desire.
“Help me get these off.” Hermione moved to the bed and tried to wiggle out of the damp pair.
“Hang on, my lioness.” Harry knelt in front of her and quickly got rid of her wet shoes. He started tugging on the bottom of them.
“Harry?” She stuttered.
His head shot up. “Yes?”
“Are we.” Hermione swallowed hard. “Are we doing this?”
He moved in between her legs and caressed her face. “Hermione, I’m not going to force you into anything.”
“And if I want to?” Hermione brushed his bangs aside.
“Then we will go slow if you need me to. I.” Harry sighed as he searched her face. “I have loved you a long time, Hermione and I don’t want to mess this up.”
“Nor do I, Harry.” Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed his lips before swiping them with her tongue.
Harry moaned as he took her into his mouth. They jostled for a bit before he pulled back. “Why don’t we get more comfortable?”
Hermione nodded as she pulled back and finished wiggling out of her damp trousers. Her eyes grew darker, watching him pull off his wet tee. She took in his toned abs flex as he tossed the shirt aside.
“You look like you caught the cream,” Harry smirked at her. “But you still need to strip yourself.”
“I will once you sit on the bed for me.” Hermione gave him one of her signature grins. When he sat down next to her, she gave him a quick smooch before getting up.
“Hey!”
“Sh.” Hermione took a few steps out of his reach before turning around. She was standing there in her wet tee and knickers. The feral grin spread as she unhooked her bra and slipped it out of her shirt.
Harry huffed as he rose from his seat. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed so intensely that she had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling.
“Fuck me, Harry.”
“I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you, Hermione.” Harry started to trail his lips down her neck and back up to her earlobe. He nipped it, garnering a groan, before pulling off her tee shirt. “Beautiful.”
She blushed, which ran down her neck. “You’re not so bad yourself, Harry.” She moved her fingers down his torso to the edge of his boxers. Her eyes flickered up into his.
“Go on.” His soft smile was all she needed.
“Together?” Harry nodded as he placed his hand on her hips. “Ready?”
He kissed her sweetly before they removed each other’s undies. They stepped back to take in each other in a new way.
Hermione loved how Harry had finally filled out after the war. She took in his broad shoulders, flat stomach down to his slim hips. Her eyes widened momentarily at his size, but Hermione loved it all the more. When her eyes flashed up to his face, she knew precisely what was on his mind. “Harry James Potter, I have no regrets about these scars.”
“But Hermione.”
“No buts!” Hermione walked over to him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with such passion that all the negative thoughts left him.
He lifted her, turned around and carefully laid her down. Harry stood there with a loving gaze. “I love you, Hermione Jean.”
“I love you, too, Harry.” Hermione held out her arms. “Please, I need you.”
Harry put his knee on the bed, slipped his arms under hers and shifted them together up the bed. He rendered her a lopsided grin before carefully laying on top of her.
“Yes!” Hermione loved the feel of his body on top of her. “Harry!”
He snared her lips and thrust his tongue. They pushed and pulled before he ripped away from hers for air.
Hermione started kissing along his neck down to his jugular and nipped it. Harry buckled before he licked up her neck and did mini bites along her ear. Hermione moved her head to the side to give him room. She slithered her hand down to his cock and pumped it.
Harry hissed as he brought his head up. “Want that?”
Hermione spread her legs wide. “Harry, if you don’t take me now, I’m not going to be held responsible for what I might do.”
He groaned at the promises and knew she would follow through. He started to kiss her face before laying it on her lips. Harry was shifting his body to line up to take her. He slowly sheathed himself into her tight pussy. “Oh Hermione, love, you are so tight for me.”
“Fuck yes, bottom out, Harry. Fill me to the hilt.” Hermione arched her back.
He took advantage of her movement and started suckling on her breasts. Harry hissed as he felt Hermione’s nails down his back.
Hermione grabbed his arse and pulled him into her more. “YES!”
Harry panted as he waited a few before rocking back and forth. He gazed into her brown eyes and picked up speed. “Godric, I love you.”
“I’m Hermione, silly.” She jested as she wrapped her legs around him. “Harder.”
Harry snorted before shifting her legs over his arms. Once he had a better angle, he pistoned.
“Oh yes!” Hermione’s head fell back in delight. “So close.”
Harry leaned down, bending her nearly in half, “Look at me. I want to see you come undone.”
Her brown-rimmed black eyes snapped to his. She could see he was close as well. “Do it!”
He lowered his head and nipped her nipple, causing her to climax.
“Harry!”
“Fuck!” He squirted into her long and hard. Harry kept moving until they both came down from their high.
“Oof.” Hermione breathed as he collapsed on her.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so she would be on top of him. He smiled at her sigh and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Hermione kissed his chest. She started to shiver from the cold. “The fire must have gone out.”
He started laughing while pushing the sheets over them. “Yes, I would say so. You feel alright?”
“Never better,” Hermione smirked into his chest. “Why did we wait so long?”
Harry exhaled. “I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head. “Harry.” He glanced down at her. “Quit it. I’m just glad to have finally connected with you.”
“Me, too, love. Me, too.” Harry’s eyes were shown with unadulterated love. He readily accepted her kiss and watched in delight as she rose to sit up. His cock twitched at the sight before him.
“Mm. Feels like someone is nearly ready for some more.” Hermione slowly bobbed, making her breasts shake.
He raised his hands to play with them as she continued to ride his hardening shaft. She had to lean forward to put her hands on his chest. He was enjoying the handful of her breasts by twisting and pulling them. Harry felt like he was going to blow soon. “Please, Hermione.”
She revelled in his need for her. Hermione twisted her lower body to pull a grunt out of him before squeezing her inner muscles.
“Hermione!” Harry pinched her tits hard to bring her crashing at the same time. He ejaculated before he pulled her down for a long kiss.
She eeked as he rolled them over, and he kept on pounding into her before they both crested one last time. After he crashed on top of her, Harry slipped out and shifted them into a spooning position.
Hermione grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are mine. Now and forever.” Harry murmured before he drifted to sleep.
Hermione jiggled in happiness, causing Harry to pinch her. “Sorry. Just so happy.”
“Me, too. Get some sleep before we leave here and get some pumpkins.” He sleepily replied.
Hermione turned around and cuddled into his body for warmth. “Love you.”
“Me, too.” He whispered.
BANG BANG.
They both shot up on the bed.
“Harry! Hermione! Are you okay?” Seamus yelled into the cabin.
They giggled before he shouted, “We are fine, but we still need pumpkins.”
“I’ll get some for you. What size?”
“Large!” Hermione smirked at her lover.
“You got it. The festival is closing in 30 minutes or so.”
“Alright, Seamus, We’ll see you in a few minutes,” Harry called out.
“Right.”
They heard him leave, and they were red from blushing. He gave her a loving kiss before slipping out of the bed and putting on his boxers. “Do you want to go public?”
Hermione took in his nervous face. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“Never!” He sat down next to her. “I just didn’t know if you wanted to enjoy us for a bit before getting lamented by the press.”
She searched his emerald eyes and saw the truth. “I honestly don’t care who knows, and I bet some think we were already, but Harry.” She took a breath. “I’ve waited long enough. I want to shout to both worlds that I’m in love with Harry James Potter, the saviour of our worlds.”
He wrapped his arms around her and gave her an intense kiss. “I’m in love with my best friend, and I couldn’t be happier.”
“Good, but we should probably get dressed before the magicks of this place wear off.” Hermione giggled at his expression and jumped up to start putting his clothes on.
“Aren’t you going to clothe yourself?” Harry glanced at her. “I’m not sharing you with anyone else, my love.”
Her heart melted at the words. “Nor am I,” She rose and checked her clothes. She was surprised that they were completely dry. “I think the cabin dried our clothes, so I believe we should be able to leave.”
The cabin gave them what felt like a warm hug.
“Thank you, cabin. You helped us break our barrier and reconnect.” Harry beamed.
The cabin unsealed the door, causing Hermione to rush to finish dressing. “Is the fire banked?”
“It was out when I got up.” Harry double-checked it. “Yes, it’s out and no flaming embers.”
“Excellent. Thank you, cabin, for keeping us warm from the cold rain.” Hermione held out her hand for Harry to take.
The cabin swung the door open for them. They grinned and kissed one last time before exiting their shelter.
Seamus was waiting for them with a small wheelbarrow with two large pumpkins in it. His face split open when he saw them holding hands. “Finally. You two finally connected.”
Their eyes broaden briefly. “What?”
“Everyone has been waiting for you two to hook up.” Seamus laughed at their faces. “Even Ron was getting exasperated with you two. He was getting ready to lock you two in a room.”
“Well, you can tell him to thank the Leprechauns for the locked cabin.” Hermione laughed.
Seamus’s jaw dropped in amazement. “You mean all that I said earlier was true.”
Harry and Hermione laughed out loud. “Yes, the place is sentient.”
Seamus shook his head and waved his hands at the cart. “Well, what do you think?”
“These are perfect, Seamus.” Hermione hugged him. “Thank you.”
“Of course, anything for a mate.” Seamus extended his hand to Harry. “Take care of this one.”
“Always. I can’t wait to explore the new side of our relationship.” Harry shook it and pulled her into his side. “Shall we go home, love?”
“Yes, Harry, let’s go home with these and carve them out together.” Hermione glowed.
“You can apparate from here. The muggles are gone, and all me family knows about the truth.”
They gave Seamus a quick hug before picking up their pumpkins. “Bye, mate.”
Hermione smirked at Harry. “Race you.” Then she disappeared.
Harry laughed at her antics before popping out while Seamus belly-laughed at them.
He arrived in her living room and placed his pumpkin on the table next to hers. “Hermione?”
“In the kitchen, Harry,” Hermione yelled out.
“Where are we going to do this?”
“In the dining room. Just lay out the paper to catch all the messiness. I’m grabbing two knives and a bowl for the innards.”
“Right.” Harry saw the Daily Prophet and smirked as he opened it up and spread it out. He enjoyed smacking Hermione’s on top of Rita’s horrified face. After placing his on top of Lucius’s incarcerated face, he was joined by Crookshanks. “Hello, old boy. Did she feed you again?”
“Meowl.” Crookshanks bumped his hand for pets.
“Yes, he got fed and was given treats too.” Hermione shook her head and dropped the knives on the table.
He carefully pulled her into his arms and gave a slow kiss. When he pulled back, Harry glanced down at the cat. “Look at him with approval for us.”
Hermione turned her head to see him raise his head with a smile on his face. “He always did like you, Harry.”
“Quite true.” Harry gave her a quick squeeze. “Let’s make quick work on these.”
“Love you, Harry.”
“Same to you,” Harry smirked as she whapped him on the arm.
They enjoyed the rest of the evening, carving pumpkins in between kisses.