Disclaimer: All recognizable property belongs to JK Rowlings. I only own the plot and the original characters and make no money off this whatsoever.
Chapter One – Hermione
"Hermione are you here?" I heard after the familiar apparition "pop" resonated through my flat. I ran out from my bedroom to greet Harry, surprised he had arrived earlier than I expected.
Harry and I began dating around the time we went on the hunt for Voldemort's horcruxes. Ron was deeply in – something with Lavender and spent a lot of our time pining for her, wishing he could return to Hogwarts to be with her.
When the war was over and the dust settled, Harry and I saw no reason why we shouldn't be together.
After assisting with the rebuilding of Hogwarts, Harry, Ron and I went to work for the Ministry. They became Aurors like they always planned and I became the assistant to the Head of the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, choosing to continue the efforts I made with SPEW; expanding it to include all magical creatures.
Harry and Ron were hardly ever in the office, always in the field chasing down the last of Voldemort's followers and bring them to justice.
When they did return, it was usually for a day to file some paperwork and update files before leaving again to chase down their next lead.
In the beginning of our relationships, I would see him at least 3-4 days out of the week. But when he was promoted, the time we spent together dwindled to seeing each other every other weekend, if that.
As I noticed the look on his face, I knew why he was early. He got another assignment and would be leaving tomorrow.
"Kingsley's gotten several confirmed sightings of Rowle, Travers and MacNair. We're leaving in the morning for Wigtown. That's the last place where MacNair and Travers were seen. He believes that they are travelling together, hiding in the countryside with other Voldemort sympathizers.
"But you just got back and we have yet to even celebrate our 2 year anniversary." I whined. I understood that Harry had a job to do but I couldn't help being upset of its constant interference with our personal life.
"I promise when I return, I will make it up to you." he smiled sadly.
"Do you know when that will be yet?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"It shouldn't be more than two, three weeks. If it's longer I'll send my patronus." He promised before kissing me and apparating on the spot.
"No dinner as usual." I sighed, heading to the dining room to the clear the table of one place setting.
After eating dinner alone, I decided I wasn't going to spend the night moping around my flat like usual. I decided to pop in on Ginny, to see what she was up to tonight.
After her final year, Ginny became a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. Proving she was one of the best, her life now was endless parties and Quidditch games.
"Harry's working again?" She greeted me as I came through the fireplace.
"Scotland tomorrow morning; they got a big lead on three of Voldemort's inner circle members so…"
"Well I don't have any parties or anything tonight. I was actually getting ready to hang out with some of my teammates at the bar down the street; you're welcome to join us.
"I don't want to impose." I started but Ginny wouldn't hear it. I had met her teammates on several different occasions and while they were always polite and tried to make me feel included, I always felt like an outsider around them.
"And what are you going to do? Sit at home and read? No you're coming out with me."
Once Ginny was dressed, we apparated to the local water hole, The Wonky Bludger, a bar frequented by professional Quidditch players. The walls held autographed pictures of famous players and other memorabilia.
As soon as we got in, Ginny greeted her teammates and reintroduced me. They all gave me polite smiles before chatting with Ginny about the upcoming game against the Chudley Cannons.
I politely and quietly excused myself, ordering a glass of spiced mead.
"I never took Hermione Granger to be a mead drinker. She always seemed to prefer a nice glass of warm butterbeer or elven wine."
Looking around, I didn't immediately find the person but I recognized the voice. A second later, the owner walked into my line of sight, a wide smile on his face.
"Viktor Krum, how are you?" I smiled, embracing him warmly as he neared.
"Happy, now that you're here. I was getting tired of the locker room talk with my new teammates."
Viktor was in the news recently after being traded to Puddlemere United for a young hotshot from his old alma mater, Timir Jones. He was a brilliant player when he was at Durmstrang but when it came to playing on the National level, he choked.
I chuckled and asked about his accent. It was still slightly there but his voice was more English now.
"I've been taking lessons since I'm now an Englishman. I get tired of reporters misunderstanding me because of it." he explained.
We made more small talk as we moved away from the bar to a booth near the window. We caught each other up on what has happened in our lives, things that were and weren't in the papers.
"So last I heard, you were dating some Bulgarian model who only goes by one name?" I giggled.
Viktor nodded and told me about Natalia, his current girlfriend. "She's nice but I don't really feel like we connect. She's always gone on some shoot for this magazine or a new wizarding clothing line."
"I understand how you feel. I love Harry, I do. And I know that his job requires him to travel and leave for extended periods of time but I can't help wanting to spend some time with him."
"Maybe you and I should date." He said, jokingly.
I laughed for a bit until I realized that Viktor and I were treading into dangerous territory. I quickly changed the subject.
"So do you still have your home in Bulgaria?"
Viktor finished off his firewhiskey and nodded. "Despite me not playing for the Bulgarian team anymore, I stay there during the off season. Now I have a little flat near the training field like all the other members of Puddlemere United."
We chatted a bit longer before Ginny wandered over. "I see you found someone to occupy your time. The bar is starting to clear out and I figured we could grab a late night snack." She slurred a bit.
I stifled my laugh and bid Viktor goodnight, promising to hang out again soon.
In the night air, Ginny sobered up some but would still need something heavy to soak of the large quantity of alcohol she consumed.
"So you and Viktor looked pretty cozy. What were you two talking about all night?"
I shook my head and slung her arm around my neck. "Nothing, just swapping 'neglected lovers' stories. He's going through the same thing with his girlfriend. She's a model and is hardly ever around for him."
"Aww, Mione. Harry will come around. Just give him…TIME!" she shouted after a long pause.
Deciding that Ginny was unfit to go anywhere but to bed, I apparated us back to her flat and tucked her in her bed before apparating home.
When I arrived, I threw the lights on. There on the table was a large white box with a note scrawled out on top.
"I came back but you were gone. I know I missed our anniversary so I got you this to make up for it." I read.
I pulled the top off the box and let out a gasp. There, sitting on the white tissue paper was the one book I'd been most excited to receive outside of the updated copy of Hogwarts, A History.
"The Complete Magical History Encyclopedia by J. K. Rowlings." It wouldn't be released for another two months and somehow Harry had gotten a copy for me.
I flipped through the book, noting the sections I was most interested in. It was the best gift anyone could give me. There were no words to express the mixed emotions I was currently feeling.
"I just wish you were here to actually give it to me."
"Should I leave then?" I heard him behind me.
I dropped the book on the table and ran into his arms. "There are no words that can express how happy I am right now." I kissed his lips as my hands locked around his neck.
Harry returned my passion with a small spark of his own, his hands clutching my sides. I licked the top of Harry's lip and pushed myself into him but before things could progress further, he broke it off and cleared his throat.
"It's late and we should get some sleep. I have to leave in the morning."
Since he became an Auror, we only had sex once a month and only in my bedroom and only on a bed. Whenever I brought up having sex elsewhere, he would rebuff the idea.
"Hermione, I plan on marrying you someday. I've always seen you as a lady and I will always treat you as one. I wouldn't dare think of defiling you by having sex on the couch where you entertain guests."
"You're leaving soon for a dangerous trip. Shouldn't we spend this time, enjoying each other?" I cooed, undoing his pants and stroking his cock.
Harry blushed and tried to push away my hands but I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I removed his belt and pushed him backwards until he fell onto my bed. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my jeans before crawling onto the bed.
I returned to kissing his lips and pushed his hands up above his head. He kept trying to protest but eventually he gave in and allowed me to undress him. Once his shirt was off, Harry undressed himself the rest of the way and flipped me over so he was on top.
I was certain our sex would follow the same pattern it always had: foreplay in the way of kisses all over my torso and bust, mixed in with some heavy petting before getting to the main event.
As expected, Harry smiled at me before laying kisses along my neck and arm, reaching down and fondling my nipples.
I reached down and stroked him to full hardness as he lightly moaned from my touch. He tugged on my nipple lightly and rubbed himself against my leg. I placed kisses on his collar bone, sending shudders down his spine.
"Are you ready?" he breathed in my ear.
I nodded and moved to the center of the bed as Harry slid up my body, performing the conception spell before placing his arms on either side of me, sliding in. As always the start was a bit slow until Harry found his rhythm.
When he did, the thrusting became more frequent and he began emitting strangled groans. I pushed my pelvis upward and rolled my hips.
As I felt him getting close to his climax, I tried to make myself come with him but it wasn't happening. I don't know but somewhere along the line, Harry's ability to bring me to climax disappeared.
I stared into his face and tried to force it but couldn't summon the strength. So I wrapped my legs around him and pushed myself further into him, holding him there until he released his load.
"Oh, Mione." He murmured as he rolled off and snuggled into my side.
A few seconds later, his breathing evened out and he was softly snoring. I slipped out his embrace and into the bathroom to clean myself up.
I stepped into the tub once the water was to my liking. As the water rained down on me, I found myself still aroused. I leaned against the wall and began massaging my breasts, teasing my nipples before venturing lower.
My thoughts drifted towards Viktor and the way he looked earlier that evening in a grey V-neck shirt and jeans. Suddenly my thoughts took on a life of their own and I found myself fantasizing about spending the evening with Viktor, his callous hands running over the most intimate parts of my body.
I picked up speed and brought myself to climax, one more powerful than I'd ever experienced before.
Officially spent, I cleaned myself up and washed off, rejoining Harry in bed, feeling guilty as he whispered "Love you darling."