Title: Last Breakfast
Rating: R (Sexual content)
Disclaimer: No profit is being made. Any recognizable characters belong to J.K.R.
Harry's eyes widened, but he avoided knocking over his drink for the second time that night. He sat up straighter. "Hermione, we could…we could have children together." His voice was full of hope, for Harry stood on the edge of a precipice. He was putting himself on the cliff for Hermione and she got to decide whether he was falling or not. She had to pull him back.
"Oh, Harry. I'm not like that, you know that. I don't…I've never cheated on-"
"But you want to Hermione," he was pleading with her, "You don't even have to cheat on him. Just leave him. There's nothing there for you. Look what I have here." He looked at her, his eyes boring into her, trying to find out if she would give him the answer he so desperately wanted.
"I have my job. I'd lose my job."
"Hermione, you could still be professor!"
"He'd find us, Harry!" She stood up, and was yelling. Her cheeks were red, but she was also crying. She didn't want to turn Harry's offer down. "He'd search for us until he found us! Then he'd kill you! He'd murder you Harry! That's just how he is!"
"You think I couldn't fight him off?"
"He'd do it quietly. You'd never know. Oh Harry, don't you see? He doesn't want me-"
"But I'm not allowed to have you either?"
"No." She shook her head and sat back down, exhausted, wiping her eyes and then she looked at him. "I want to Harry. I want to run away with you. But is it even worth it?"
"Then we won't run away. File for a divorce. Leave him. Out right." He smacked his hand on the table, trying to re-enforce what he was saying.
She jumped at the loud noise. "L…Leave him? I had…I had never even thought of that." She bit her lip, thinking. "No, I couldn't."
Now it was Harry who rose. He was angry. He was hurt. His insides writhed. "I love you!" He jabbed himself in the chest with his forefinger. "Why do you think I come to your rescue all the time? I love you! He doesn't! Why does he get to have you?" Suddenly she stood and slammed him against the counter, her mouth on his. She was biting his lower lip, making it bleed. He was ripping his button down shirt off of her, the buttons flying and hitting their tea cups, floating the bottom of the lukewarm liquid. She slid her hands up his shirt, moaned quietly. His tongue was in her mouth, exploring. Swiftly, he lifted her and carried her to his room, grunting as he dropped her onto the bed. Hermione bounced a little on the springy mattress and watched Harry hungrily as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. He bent down and put a hand on either side of her hips, kissing her heavily. His mouth trailed down her neck, and he teased at her collar bone before pushing the shirt off of her entirely. She laid on her back, moving towards the other end of the bed so that they wouldn't fall off. Before he could pull off her underwear, she shook her head and moved to take off his jeans. After Harry was disrobed, he climbed on top of her and leaned down to kiss the side of her face. Her hair was still damp from the shower and smelled like shampoo. He trailed kisses down her arm while she used the time to explore his chest. Her hands wandered over his muscles, remembering every peak and valley, every scar and smooth spot. She reached a hand into his pants and Harry arched his back and moaned. She needed no further invitation to push his boxers off and tug her underwear off hastily. There was no further preparation to precede their coupling. Harry bent his head to rest on her shoulder, and she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, moving her hips gently with him. As his thrusts became faster, she too increased her pace. It had been a long time since she had screamed his name when she came.
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The next morning, he woke up, her hair splayed on his chest, her head was in the crook between his arm and neck and she was snoring lightly. Their fingers were laced. He smiled for a moment, content with the current situation, but then sat up quickly. "Hermione?"
"Huh? What?" She was disoriented from the sleep; she brushed some hair out of her eyes and pulled the sheets up to cover her chest.
"Are you…do you take any kind of birth control?"
"No." She shook her head, in a bemused sort of way.
"I didn't use…" He blushed and rubbed his forehead.
"Oh!" She put a hand on his arm, wrapped her fingers gently around it. "It's ok."
"What? You said we couldn't."
"We'll figure something out." She laid back down and sighed, "For now, I want to enjoy this." And she pulled him back down with her as well. He turned on his side and pulled her body into the hallow that his made, wrapping his arms around her middle.
"That was…"
"Amazing?"
"Different."
He frowned. Harry might not have been a player, but he had been with a few girls in his day, and as far as they said, he was a pretty good shag. "What do you mean?"
"Dean's always so slow. But, the look in your eyes."
His frown deepened. "What look?"
"It seemed like…like you wanted to eat me." And she rolled over so that she was facing him and placed a hand on his chest.
"I'm sorry." He glanced down and saw their bodies so close together. Smiled.
"Don't be. I liked it. With Dean it always seems like a job. Like he's just doing it because he's supposed to."
Harry ran a hand through her hair. "It should never feel like that. You're beautiful. Every day with you would be a gift. Please leave him." He looked at her eyes, implored her to understand his argument.
"Maybe." She rolled out of the bed and picked one of his shirts up off the floor, slipping it over her head. Her hair was extremely frizzy as a result of the last nights Hermione threw the curtains open, Harry thought he had never seen a more beautiful vision, regardless of the fact that the day was a bit overcast.
"We should have a picnic."
"What? I don't have any clothes."
"I'll go buy you some."
"You don't know what my size is."
"Then tell me."
"Seven. Or medium."
He nodded and got up from the bed. He pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. "I'll be back in a little bit. I don't know if there's any food in the fridge, but if there is, you're welcome to it." He walked out of the room and a few seconds later, she heard the front door click shut behind him. She stripped the bedding of the mattress and carried the bundle to Harry's washing machine, threw them in with some laundry detergent. After she set the washing machine on "Heavy duty" she walked around the house, picking up the clothes they had dropped, emptied the tea cups into the sink and rinsed them out, put them into the dishwasher. Then she wiped off the table and made herself some oatmeal and coffee for breakfast. Going back into Harry's bedroom, she opened his nightstand, grabbed the first book she saw and went to the kitchen. Of course she grabbed the photo album Hagrid had given him at the end of their first year. As she took bite of her oatmeal she opened the first page. A picture of Lily and James dancing caught her eyes, and with a painful pang, she thought of Harry dancing with red haired Ginny. The next page had a baby Harry with Lily and James. Harry waved at her, and giggled. Suddenly, Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she realized that was what she wanted. She wanted a baby like that with that man. She snapped the album shut and shoveled her breakfast down, gulped her coffee before putting the dishes in the sink. This would not be her last breakfast at Harry's house.