Alliance Webb
When Love was Enough
One Shot
Warning: Hardly a spoiler but if you look hard enough you can find a couple.
She sweated. She always sweated. But this time she sweated more. Her velvet skin tickling a serpent trail along his rough curves lined thickly with honey colored hair. Honey colored, not strawberry or grapefruit – honey. She pushed it up again, her bare breast rubbing close against his flat chest, then trailing again. Pushing, trailing, pushing, trailing, up and down along the body of man who wasn't hers. No, hers would now be lying at home in an otherwise empty bed, cold between the sheets on the side that she should currently be residing.
Bushy brown hair fell in front of her face as she pulled herself again and again on top of his plump body. Green eyes pierced through her thick curtain of curly locks and perceived her secret lover. His pronounced teeth and his quirky smile on display as Hermione Weasley released her passions and her heart at the name Neville Longbottom. Echoing to a chorus of orgasmic sounds, her resonating breaths joined his moaning cries of ecstasy. She fell limp, next to him, sweating next to a smoldering fire reflecting her own relinquishing passions.
It was not that Hermione Granger no longer loved her husband. She loved him with all of her heart. She lived each day and partook each breath just to be with him. Her life was consumed by her love for him so true and unwavering in all their years together. That is, she did not consider her current affair an act of wavering. It was the thrill that pulled her in, not attraction or sexual seduction. No, it was the buzz of doing something she should not be doing. It was the excitement of cheating and not getting caught. She heaved herself up from her torso, sitting with her knees to her chest.
But things had changed. She wanted more. Was this the best she could do? Lying next to a hairy chested Hogwarts professor? She shook her head as his calloused hands tickled the small of her back. "Neville," she pinched from between her pursed lips. "This has to stop," she said with her familiar firm voice. "I am going home to my husband and I don't ever want to see you again."
The naked man sat up. "What do you mean?" he only managed a squeak.
"I thought it was perfectly clear," she snapped. She hated for things to go this way but there really was no other method to telling him out of her life. She would have to move on. She would have to find something else – someone else? She disputed the facts in her head as the clouded cries of a faint 'But, Hermione, I thought you….' Well that's where he went wrong, thinking. But what to now? Now that this has all but used up. Worn out. Drugs? Alcohol? Gambling? What to fuel my addiction? What to fill that endless void of utmost despair? What to fill that hopelessness, that helplessness, that depression in my soul? That emptiness?
Amidst desperate cries she stood. She pulled to her waist the wool panties that had wrapped around her ankles. She reached for black dress pants and continued her dressing. Satisfied and ignoring the playful hand running along her resolved mind she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared from his life.
She curled in between the cold sheets and into the warm arms of the man she loved. She kissed his freckled face and drank his emerald eyes so full of love.
"How was work?" he kissed her lips, groggy still from sleep.
"Long and exhausting as usual," she curled his hair between two fingers. "Goodnight, goodnight my love," her sunset kisses falling again on his horizon lips. She lay, warm and safe in his arms, escaping all her fears and waiting for the time to come again when love is just enough.
After a long absence, I know! I just felt like writing this one. Read and review, please and thank you!