Ten years later...
It was early morning. Harry and I were in our bed and snogging. I must have done something right to end up in love with my best friend. Our life together was amazing. But somehow I knew that there was more to our happily ever after. Something was missing and I was determined to find out what it was. The final piece to this incomplete puzzle would finally be revealed and it would change our lives in ways I could not ever have imagined.
In between kisses, I asked Harry what he was thinking about and he said, "Your pussy." I wanted a lead in, so I could tell him what I was thinking...as I expected, he asked me the same thing. I told him, "I'm imagining snogging you while our lover is on his knees in front of you deep in you and stroking you." I am doing the last part of what I just said and Harry's getting hard quick. Without missing a beat, I continue my story, "He's telling you that you feel so good, Harry, and asking you if you are ready for me."
I'm stroking faster now and Harry is groaning, "Yes...oh god yes!" I tell him, he's getting out of bed, he wants you on your knees. He wants me to get in front of you on my knees so you can sink yourself into me." I get on all fours and Harry has done just that. "He enters you again and is rocking his hips now, baby, and he's asking you if you feel good between us..."
Harry is using my story as inspiration and he's gasping out, "Fuck yeeesss..."
"Baby, he's reaching around to feel where you are joined to me which makes him thrust harder. You don't have to move at all because the force of his thrusts is making you move inside me. He stops a moment because he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. He wants to fill your arse, but he can't leave your tight hole just yet." Harry is entranced and has to stop himself for a moment. He grabs my hips and squeezes hard.
"Naughty witch, now I want to come!" He starts snapping his hips, and then grinds his pelvis against my arse. He starts slamming into me and I am chanting, "Yes, Harry, make me come...make me..." and then I'm really coming hard around him. I'm gripping the sheets as he continues to thrust through my orgasm. I want him horny so I move forward quickly so he slips out of my body.
He's groaning, "What the fuck, Hermione?" and I just say, "Go, you need to get ready for work." He looks at me and says pointing a finger at me, "You just wait til I get home tonight, do not even think this is over!"
I was staring at my chosen one. I am so glad he stepped up that night so long ago when Ron left us and told me how he really felt. Harry Potter was a beautiful man. He was lean and fit. He had to be in his line of work. Nothing soft about this man except for his beautiful and kind heart which was mine, all mine. He now had facial hair which I loved feeling whenever and wherever he kissed me. He was rocking long hair and often put it into what muggles termed a "man bun". He was hot and he belonged to me.
I laughed at him because he was completely naked except he'd put on those iconic glasses. I have begged him to update his look, maybe get contacts so his gorgeous emerald eyes would be in full view, but he refuses, saying he loves them way too much. Besides he says, "How will people know it's me without them?" Cheeky boy, I could pick you out in the dark and it wouldn't be because of those glasses!
He kisses me and goes into the bathroom. He has to head into the Auror's Department a couple hours earlier than when my day starts. I own a little bookshop, never ever wanting to work for the Ministry. No offense, but I did my duty to the Wizarding World, helping Harry and keeping him alive so he could defeat that completely deranged arsehole. I was going to do whatever I wanted with the rest of my life. Number one was loving Harry for always. Two was getting him on board for what I wanted next. He liked our little games and this was not the first time I had told him a story about our imaginary lover. It always included him being pleasured by that man so those thoughts would be floating around somewhere in his unconscious. We've even gone so far as to act it out with the help of a few adult muggle toys. Now to work on our soon to be not so imaginary lover...