OOOK Harmonian fellows, here is the first chapter of my new story. It will be a magical version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith in a way, it will be fluffy, smutty, angsty and of course Harmonian to the bone :)
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Mr. and Mrs. Black
By ChristinaPotter09
Happy Endings are just Stories that haven't finished yet… Angelina Jolie—Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Chapter 1
"Okay, I'll go first," Harry James Black started, dressed in expensive muggle clothes and sat on a comfortable armchair, "Let me just say that we really don't need to be here." He went on and the marriage councilor, Dr. Newman looked at the young man a bit confused but nodded "See, we've been married five years-"
"-six." Hermione Jane Black interrupted her husband in an instant, her beautiful curly hair were spread freely on her back and her beautiful eyes seemed calmed and welcoming with her lips forming a bright smile, her legs crossed in a lady like style and her hands intertwined with each other, her thumbs caressing the back of her hands nervously.
"Five, six years," Harry Potter went on sending an annoyed glance at his wife, he looked back at the councilor, "and, this is like a check up for us." Harry went on and sighed in frustration at the stupid face of the stupid muggle therapist in front of him. "Um, you know a chance to check the old garage, clean around, threw some old boxes with childish toys hidden inside the garage…"
Hermione threw a threading glance at her husband and his babbling and smiled uncomfortable at Dr. Newman again.
"Very well then, let's open the garage for starts." Dr. Newman said after noting something on his notebook. "Now, on a scale from one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?"
"Eight." Hermione said automatically, glancing at her husband and nodding to him for both in assurance.
"Wait, ten being perfectly happy, and one being totally miserable? Or-" Hermione sighed to relax herself and looked around in attempt to calm down as Harry started babbling and shuttering again around the simplest of questions. Dr. Newman looked puzzled between the two and cleared his throat.
"Just respond instinctively." He said to the couple.
"Okay," Harry glanced at Hermione, "Ready?"
"Ready."
"Eight." They said at the same time and waited for a response from the therapist.
Dr. Newman nodded his head and scribed something on his notebook before he continued with a smile. "Okay, how often do you have sex?" Harry widened his eyes in wonder and confusion and his jaw dropped in shock.
Hermione remained silent and unmoving, "I don't understand the question." She finally said as her thumbs started caressing the back of her hands even more frantically.
"Yeah, I'm lost, is this a one-to-ten thing?" asked Harry after he recovered, he ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Like is one very little or is one something because... I mean; tech-technically speaking the... zero... zero would be nothing." Hermione babbled just like her husband did before and finished her sentence with a fake smile and a huge sigh.
"It's just an actual question; how often do you have sex?"
Neither answered. Hermione remained on her armchair, with her hands back on her lap unmoving and her brown eyes roaming from the man in front of her to her husband for a moment and then back to the muggle therapist.
"Okay, how about this week?" the therapist went on with a sigh and the couple remained silent with Harry looking dumbfounded and Hermione playing with her wedding ring, circling it frantically around her finger.
"Including the weekend?" asked Harry after a few seconds, earning another annoyed glance from his wife
"Yes, including the weekend." The therapist said and silence filled the office once again.
"Okay, let's move on," said Dr. Newman said knowing from the first seconds he asked the couple wouldn't answer the question anytime soon, probably because they needed time to remember or to calculate. "Describe how you first met." He went on and smiles returned on the couple's faces.
"It was in Monaco," replied Harry being fond of a question he could answer without trying to remember marks on his calendar…
"France" Hermione said annoyed but with the fake smile still on her face.
"Yeah, five years ago," nodded Harry as a smile made his honey eyes shine.
"Six." Harry's smile dropped. He finally returned the annoyed look at his wife who remained comfortable in her chair, smiling at the therapist.
"Right, five, six years ago." Harry said with no interest on fighting with her…
Start of Flashback
France, five-six years ago…
Sounds of bombs and people screaming were easily heard around Paris. The murderer of Sebastian De Semlyen was one of the most shocking news of the week.
Hermione Granger stormed inside the old hotel and looked around, police was searching for tourists who traveled alone. Hermione made sure her wand was safely tagged under her dress on it's hostler on her right thigh. She looked around panicked as she knew the police would soon move close to her.
A handsome man from the bar had been observing her from the moment she entered the building. He knew what had happened and he knew the police were searching for people like him, and her. He made sure his wand was still close to him and in a place to reach it easily close to his back pocket and moved close to the beautiful brunette, the moment a policeman was asking her if is she's alone. She glanced for a moment at his direction and Harry felt like her eyes explained him the same plan he had in his own mind, her felt like they read each other's thoughts.
Harry Potter moved close to the woman and smiled at her, taking her hand and kissing it tenderly, sending the policeman on his way by telling him she is with him in French. Hermione smiled at the stranger and together they moved in his bedroom. They both stuck their ears on the wooden door and started listening to the noises from outside.
"My name is Hermione Austen," she said with a warm smile at him, stretching her hand slightly, and her handbag resting on her forearm. Her eyes pinned on his honey ones.
"Harry Black," He said, using his code name and took the hand he had kissed a few moments before to squeeze it gently. His own eyes lost and mixed in her brown ones.
After a few hours Hermione and Harry found themselves in a small table of a tiny bar which played Cuban music, they couldn't believe they found such a place in Paris but they were more than happy to have some drinks in it.
"To the working magic." Harry said and Hermione, even surprised at his toast clicked her glass with the stranger's.
"So it speaks…" She said as she stood up and moved close to the small dance floor. "But, does it dance?..." she asked the grinning man as she started dancing seductively close to Harry, enjoying his eyes roaming on her hips which moved slowly beneath her white long skirt. Harry moved close to her and started dancing with her, brushing his body against hers, making her gasp and purr as her soft body rubbed against his hard male form in the rhythm of the Latin music.
After a few songs a storm broke loose and all the other people in the bar left in a few seconds. Harry and Hermione didn't leave their dance however, they stood there, letting the water hit their bodies and makes them dance with each other even closer partly because the passion was more heated and partly they wanted to warm each other physically. The middle of the night found them back in Harry's room, soaked to the bone and aroused enough to tear each other apart. Harry and Hermione made sweet love all night long, both being careful of hiding their wands and having an eye on their magical powers as not to loose control…
The next day Hermione opened her eyes and looked around as sunlight was showering her body. She sighed as she didn't find Harry or his clothes anywhere in the room. She looked around once more; she had expected it, a usual muggle who just wanted a one nightstand… She shot her head up as she heard the door opening. Harry moved inside with a tray of breakfast on it. He smiled brightly at Hermione and placed the tray close to her.
"Hey you stranger," Hermione said smiling as she found a small lily on the tray and placed it on her ear. Harry smiled more content as he saw this beautiful woman with the small lily.
"Hey yourself," Harry said and Hermione smiled and took a sip for her coffee. Hermione stood up and moved close to him by the large window. Harry opened his arms and Hermione moved inside his hug. They were soon in a heated kiss; Harry pushed her against the window frame still kissing her passionately, ready to make her his, once again.
And this! was the start of the story, I promise to make more really soon so please stay tuned.
Soo what you think of it? I'm sure many people wondering why Harry hasn't green eyes and why they didn't intuduce themselves with their true names, well I promise to answer the questions in the next chapie, what u think of them being in muggle marriage help? I'd like to see that hehe
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from the people who have seen the movie i'd like to know what u liked and disliked from it so i can know what is the best for the story...
kisses
Christina