Blind No More Restricted Scenes

A/N: I didn't include this scene in the main story since it's too mature for the general audience.

Scene Two: First Class Liaisons

"Hermione? Do all airplanes look like this? Are they all this fancy?", he asked as they were seated in their first class cabins.

"Well Harry, this is the first class section so therefore it's pretty luxurious. The ordinary seats are not like this. ", she explained.

"Airplanes may become my most favorite form of flying then if it's this fancy and fun.", Harry grinned as he explored the fancy buttons and checked out the free stuff they were getting.

"Harry! Calm down.", she laughed at his antics.

"Hey! I've never been on a plane before.", he pouted.

"I know that but the cabin crew doesn't. Besides, the fancy and posh people out here, may complain about us if you make a lot of noise.", she told him.

"Hermione! I got an idea! Let's buy an airplane.", he said with excitement.

"Harry, I know you could afford it. I saw how much liquid money you have after all. But, you can't just buy an airplane. You need a runway, a place to park it, a pilot, crew, and a whole lot of other things.", she explained.

"Oh! Well, let's go on trips more often then so that we could ride more planes. This is so fun!", he said still clearly excited.

"That we can do Harry! I'd even researched the longest commercial flight and take it with you.", she smiled at him.

"Brilliant! So, how long is this trip going to be?", he asked.

"Around eight hours Harry."

"Great! I got plenty of time to chill out here."

As midnight came, the lights were dimmed as the passengers rested. Harry was still awake looking at the in-flight entertainment options and Hermione was reading a book with her cabin desk light on. Harry then got a crazy idea!

"Hermione, you would never fly with me on a broomstick right?", he asked.

"Yes, Harry. You're right.", she replied not even glancing at him as she carried on reading.

"You wanted to make my first plane ride memorable right?", he asked.

"Yes, of course Harry.", she replied.

"Brilliant! I have an idea!", he said as he pressed the button that made his seat fully recline like a mattress.

"What are you doing Harry?", Hermione stopped reading her book and looked at him.

"Well, you wouldn't fly with me on my broom and you wanted to make this memorable for me right?", she nodded to this and he made a gesture that beckoned him to come closer.

"Where are you going with this?", she whispered as she leaned in.

"I have a sexual fantasy with you and me on a broomstick. But you wouldn't fly with me. So, if we do it here on the plane while were flying, is the closest thing. This will surely make it memorable.", he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Harry! Are you out of your mind? This is a public place. We'd get fined for indecency.", she explained her disagreement.

"Hermione, everyone is asleep besides we could also cast a notice-me-not charm. I could make it look like were sleeping when someone passes our cabin. Plus silencing and privacy charms could be cast. Nobody will ever know.", he tried to convince her with his plan.

"Fine! But don't do anything so outrageous.", she acquiesced with a sigh. Harry immediately removed his wand from its invisible holster on his left arm and performed a strong notice-me-not, silencing, and privacy charm.

"So what do I do?", Hermione asked as the charms were in place.

"Recline your seat just like mine.", he commanded in a husky voice and she relented. Once her seat was fully reclined like his, he pulled her from her side of the mattress to his side and she ended up straddling him and she gasped as she felt his throbbing erection.

"Now Hermione, undress me.", he whispered in her ear and she shivered. Hermione slid his black leather jacket off then pulled his white t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the side of his seat. Hermione looked at his pectorals and abs and caressed his chest with her fingers. She languidly dragged her fingers down to his abs and she loosened his belt buckle, popped the button of his dark blue denims and slide down the zipper. She dragged her pants down along with his belt and set them aside. She also removed his shoes. Now he was sitting there in his black boxers with a huge tent at the front and Hermione looked him over with her eyes darkening in lust. She crawled to move closer to him and she was about to drag his boxers down but she stopped her.

"Not yet! It's my turn first.", he whispered as he sensuously lowered the zipper of her denim jacket and dragged them off her shoulders. She was wearing her wedding dress, the Marilyn Monroe Seven Year Itch inspired white silk dress with the bare back. He unfastened the clasp at the back of her neck and the dress fell bearing her breasts with her hardened nipples from her arousal. The top of the dress pooled around her waist. Harry slowly lay her down on the reclined seat and hovered over her with his emerald green eyes dark with lust.

"So you married me in this dress with a bear back and no bra?", he growled as he pressed his arousal to her thigh and rested both his elbows at her sides so he could look at her. She nodded her answer and he lost it.

"You naughty witch!", he said as he bit her neck hard making her moan his name.

"Kiss me Harry.", she begged.

"No. You need to be punished first. You have no idea how you've been driving me crazy with your clothing. First at the auction with those blokes bidding over you, and then at the wedding.", he growled into her ear and pinch one of her nipples and squeezed her breast.

"Harry, please.", she tried again.

"This time is for my pleasure, Hermione. Tonight I'll come first and you will only come when I tell you to. Consider this your punishment for being a naughty little witch.", he growled again and he ground his erection to her. Feeling irritated with the silkiness of the dress, he gathered the end of her skirt in his hands and ripped the dress into two exposing her pink lace thong.

"Harry! How could you ruin my dress? What will I wear?", she shouted.

"You're a naughty little witch. Cast a reparo on it later.", he said as he bent his head and attacked her right breast with his mouth and sucked on like a hungry baby as he fondled the left one. Hermione could only moan his name as she parted her legs wide and ground her hips back to meet his. She could feel her wetness as he ground his tented boxers and continued to feast on her breasts. Wanting to taste her wetness again, he pushed her thong to the side and slowly inserted his middle finger into her pussy. He groaned as he felt her inner walls clasp his finger and when he removed it from her entrance, he wasn't surprised to see it coated with her juices. He made a sensual show of licking his coated middle finger as he looked into her eyes. He licked his finger from bottom to top and then placed it in his mouth careful not to miss any drop of the delicate nectar that was purely Hermione. His finger left her mouth with a pop and he smirked at her since he saw her gaze at her with blazing lust.

"Sorry, Hermione. Did you want some?", he teased and she glared at him which made him laugh.

"No need to be jealous. There's more where that came from.", he winked at her as he bit one of her breast and licked to ease the sting. He then blew on it and he felt her shake with want.

"Please Harry. No more teasing. Just kiss me.", she pleaded.

"Alright, babe. If you insist.", and with that he ripped her knickers and dove his nose near her clit to smell her arousal and without preamble, stuck his tongue deep into her.

"Harry!", she screamed. He rubbed her clit with a thumb and fucked her with his tongue. Hermione bucked her hips to bring her pussy closer to his face and fisted his hair to encourage him to stay in place. He licked her outer walls sensually and pushed one finger into her entrance and he made a circling motion.

"Harder Harry! Harder!", she begged and he relented by adding a second finger and he pumped his fingers in and out of her fast. When he felt that she was about to come he pulled out his fingers and stopped all his attentions and sat there crossing his arms around his chest and he smirked.

"Harry! Why did you stop?", she protested in a breathless voice.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe I don't think you deserve to come yet.", he said with feigned nonchalance and he pretended to inspect the hand he used to pleasure her. Her juices were dripping on the two fingers and he placed them in his mouth savoring her taste as he closed his eyes.

"Harry!"

"Sorry babe, I didn't remember you were still there.", he pretended to not notice her.

"You stick your tongue back in her now!", she screamed at him clearly annoyed that she was left hanging.

"Babe! My tongue my rules. If you want to come, on your belly right now.", he commanded and he chuckled when she immediately complied.

"Good girl. Now, on your knees and raise your bum.", she complied immediately.

"Now I'll explore your perfect round arse and you can wait and enjoy the ride or you can make yourself come by playing with yourself.", he whispered and re started running his hands on her arse and he squeezed both cheeks with both his hands. He then started placing gentle kisses on both her arse cheeks as he alternated between squeezing and fondling them.

"Harry!", she moaned.

"Like that didn't you?", he asked.

"Yes!", she prolonged her reply.

He licked the top of her butt crack and playfully nipped it making her scream.

"Harry! Please!", she begged.

"What do you want Hermione?", he demanded.

"Make me come.", she pleaded.

"As you wish, my lady.", and he flipped her to lie on her back and he buried two fingers deep into her entrance.

"Harry! Move!", she demanded when he just buried his fingers and didn't do anything else. She even bucked her hips upward to increase the friction but he still didn't move his fingers. Let's see the Hermione Potter beg for her release!, he thought looking smug.

"Tell me your mine, Hermione! Tell me!", he demanded.

"I'm yours Harry.", she moaned.

"Tell me your mine forever.", he demanded.

"Forever, Harry. I'm yours", she moaned again.

"You're mine, mind, body, and soul?", he asked as he looked into her eyes.

"Always, Harry. I'm yours.", she replied and locked eyes with him.

"Good.", he replied and pumped his fingers in and out of her fast and hard as he sucked her clit. Hermione was shaking as she screamed his name as she rode her orgasm. Harry pulled his fingers out and greedily stuck his tongue inside to drink in her juices. He made slow sensual licks to keep her clean and smirked at her.

"How was that babe?", he said with a wink.

"Awesome.", she breathed her reply as she was still shaking.

"Say Harry Potter is a sex god.", he demanded and to his surprise she actually said it. Damn! Am I good or what? I rendered Hermione Potter mindless like a pile of goo. She probably doesn't know what she's saying. He licked his fingers clean and then wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her. She moaned when she tasted herself on his tongue. He continued to kiss her and grope her breasts as he ground his boxers up and down her pussy until he came. He rolled off of her and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull him close as he relaxed and tried to catch his breath.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you really hate my dress that much?"

"I don't hate it Hermione. I love it. But I hate that other blokes see you wearing out."

"Oh."

"You're mine Hermione."

"I know."

"I don't like it when other blokes want what's mine. It drives me crazy."

"I can see that.", she chuckled.

"So, no more missing cloth then?", he demanded.

"What am I supposed to wear then?"

"You'll wear whatever I allow and only that."

"No. I'll wear whatever I want.", she argued.

"Fine! But no excessive display of your back, arse, cleavage, and legs.", he negotiated.

"Define excessive."

"Too much skin.", he declared.

"Fine.", she relented and sighed.

"Brilliant."

"Does it really bother you that much? That you felt like you had to punish me?", she asked.

"I didn't really punish you, I was just teasing. Be all dominant and all. It feels good to be in-charge and have you writhing under my cool like a pile of goo.", he said with a smug grin.

"So, you just had to go all caveman on me then?", she snorted.

"Hey, I put up with your bossiness in all other things. Let me be in-charge for once.", he pouted.

"Awww! You're being such a baby Harry.", she teased.

"I don't know about that. I'm not the one who said Harry Potter is a sex god!", he replied with a smirk.

"Shut up Potter!", she huffed.

"You know Potter, calling me Potter don't scare me anymore.", he snorted.

"Why did I ever marry you, Harry?", she asked with an exaggerated sigh.

"Because I'm a sex god!", he replied clearly pleased with himself.

"You're not gonna let that go, will you?", she sighed.

"Of course, not! It's not every day that Hermione Potter, sexiest witch in Hogwarts, brightest witch of her generation, calls a bloke a sex god! That's like an Order of Merlin for a bloke's manhood!", he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously and she laughed.

"You're so silly, Harry.", she smiled shaking her head.

"Yes well, I am a silly sex god!", he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Right. Now, you owe me a reparo for my dress and knickers.", she reminded him.

"Can I just fixed the dress and throw your knickers? I could sneak around easier if you don't wear knickers you know.", he said with a wink.

"Right! Brilliant! And if the wind causes my dresses to show my privates, it's not my fault.", she said with sarcasm.

"Hell no! Only me gets to see this!", he said as he cupped her pussy and he grabbed his wand summoned her ripped knickers and cast a reparo.

"I thought you could do wandless magic now?"

"I wouldn't want to risk it with your knickers. Need to be sure you're all covered.", he explained and she laughed.

"You're such a caveman."

"Hey! I'm only protecting your modesty.", which made her snort.

"Harry, my modesty's only in danger because of you.", she huffed.

"Well, you don't need to be modest with me anyway.", he retorted wittily.

"You know I'm yours right?"

"Of course. Like I am yours."

"Then stop getting crazy about the other blokes."

"Fine.", he said pecking her lips.

"Now fix my dress", she ordered and he followed. I'm only in command in the sexual department but in everything else, Hermione bosses around. I wouldn't have her in any other way.

As they were dressed and all remnants of their passionate activity were gone, Harry ended the notice-me-not, silencing, and privacy charms. They each went back to their own reclined seats and laid down.

"Hermione?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks for fulfilling my aerial fantasy."

"I'm still not flying a broomstick with you."

"I know. But you could ride my other broomstick.", he said suggestively.

"Merlin! We just had you know, and you're being all horny again."

"Sorry. Can't help it with the teasing. Getting you all flustered is fun to watch."

"Just for that, I'm making us take a portkey to Greece."

"What? You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Come on, Hermione. I'd stop those horny jokes, I swear. I hate portkeys.", he pouted.

"Oh Harry! You're so easy to tease!", she laughed at him.

"Witch!"

"Since eleven!", she winked at him. I really stand no chance against Hermione in a battle of wits.

"You're such a smart arse, Mrs. Potter."

"I know right? Isn't that one of the reasons you married me though?", she winked.

"Good night Hermione.", he sighed as he gave up on this battle of wits.

"Good night, Harry Potter, my sex god.", she told him.

"I can't believe you're saying that now without lust clouding your brain."

"Well it is true isn't it?", she winked.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. But if you tell anyone else, I'll hex your balls.", she threatened.

"Hey, I'm not a kiss and tell type. Besides, if I tell other people about our escapades, they'll just desire you more."

"Good. It'll be our little secret."

"Good night, Mrs. Potter.", he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Good night, Harry.", she whispered before falling asleep.

Hermione is my goddess and I'm her sex god! Perfect pair we are!, he chuckled at the thought and fell asleep dreaming of the naughty little witch that was his wife.