Author's Chapter Notes: Just when you think you know a person...
The first part of this chapter rates a STEAMING KEYBOARD ALERT and brings to mind why there are content warnings in story summaries. If you are under the age of 18 or are sexually prudish and/or repressed (poor you), the first part of this chapter is not for you. All others, happy reading.
He laid her on the bed and gazed at her writhing in desire for him. He was going to lay claim to her this night and revel in the fact that he was a man very much alive and in love with a woman. He would savor every touch from her, her taste, her scent, and every sound uttered from her delectable mouth. By the time he was done, the previous men would barely be a memory. He would be all she would ever need.
She licked her lips and watched when he drew his trousers down his legs and saw the evidence of his desire for her tenting the silk boxers. His cock twitched when she ran her own hands on her stomach, hips, and breasts.
"Do you like seeing me touching myself?" she asked.
"Do it again," he requested.
She started at her neck, slid her hands slowly over and around her breasts, (taking extra care to palm her nipples, he noted) down her abdomen, and slowly massaged the closely shaved area that was now damp below the barely-there slip of fabric between her thighs.
"Come here, I want to show you something," he said and took her hand.
She rose from the bed and let him lead her to the full-length mirror in the room. He embraced her from behind, suckling on her neck and massaging her breasts as he spoke.
"Look at how stunning you are like this, your body was made to be loved," he said and moved a hand below the waistband of the g-string, causing Her back arched in pleasure. "That man was mad to leave you, but I never will. Let me make love to you tonight, I'll show you how it's supposed to be."
He wiped the happy tears from her cheeks. She had waited so long for a man to say those words to her. He tossed the glasses from his face, causing her to giggle, and brought her back to the bed.
"Next time, you get roses, candlelight and music, but tonight you get just me," he said.
"You're all I want, Harry, just you," she said, caressed his cheek and placed a soft kiss on his chest.
He hooked the g-string with a pinky finger and slowly drew it down, kissing sensitive spots all the way down, and quickly slipped his boxers off. He settled back on top of her, resting on his elbows, his erection heavy and throbbing on her hip. Curious as always, she lowered her hand and took hold of him, causing him to hiss in pleasure when she squeezed and stroked. She experimented with various grips and strokes until he stopped her with his own hand.
"You keep that up and this will be over really quick," he said.
"We can't have that, can we? I don't want quick," she challenged, drew her legs up and nestled him between her thighs.
"What do you want?" he asked and ground his hips against her.
"You...slow, hard, and deep," she said.
"Done," he said and thrust into deep and hard as she requested, pumping slowly while suckling her erect, over-sensitized nipples.
"Don't stop," she gasped, "more…Harry…"
She was lost, happily lost in bliss and sensation; back arching, eyes fluttering and mouth slack in wonder at the absolute pleasure he was giving her. He slowed for a moment, took hold of her hips and hunched over her, pumping harder and deeper than before. Her eyes opened wide and she cried out, digging her nails into his back, her hips furiously meeting his and as her climax overcame her.
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He had never dreamed that she would be so responsive and enthusiastic. He had to stop and kiss the lips that were urging him rather naughtily to make her come again. Such obscenity to come from such a proper (usually) mouth almost made him come right then and there.
"Why, Miss Granger, that's very dirty," he whispered. Now the question: Just how willing was she? Just how delightfully naughty was she in bed? There was only one way to find out.
"Turn over?" he requested.
"Yess," she hissed and lay on her stomach.
She felt his impossibly hard cock resting on the back of her thighs and was sure that there wasn't a woman on the face of the Earth as happy as she was at this moment. He was making love to her with perfection and she could only surrender to the demands of their bodies. He softly caressed and kissed her shoulders, back and bum and ground against her again.
"Do you like me fucking you like this?" he asked softly, his lips tickling her ear.
"Yes, Harry, fuck me some more," she groaned and arched her back to make her bum rise. And he calls me a tease?
"I'm curious…have you ever been taken in the arse?" he whispered, massaging the area in question.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"Yes, fuck yes," she breathed again.
"That's good," he said, inserting the tip of a finger in the puckered opening. "I do plan to fill this arse."
She groaned and pressed back against the finger. Her sweet, good Harry had a naughty streak! He kissed her shoulder again.
"But for now, I just want to get back to fucking this delightful pussy of yours."
He lifted her to her knees and thrust in again to the hilt, arching his back and pulling her into him to get in as deep as he could.
"Fuck!" he shouted to the ceiling and pounded into her, moving a finger into her arse to make it even better for her. On a lark, he slapped her arse. She squealed and asked for more. He shuddered in pleasure as he slapped and felt his climax building.
"I'm going to come so hard," he gasped.
He gripped her hips and pounded fast and hard, causing her to climax once more, her hips moving to collide with his. He was so powerful like this and she felt like she could do this forever with him. Was it a dream?
"Yes, Harry, come deep in me!" she urged.
He worked her harder, if it was possible, as his climax hit. He roared his satisfaction, hunched over her, grunting his appreciation of her body, furiously pumping each surge of his release. He slowed as he fell, flaccid and lowered her to the bed. He turned her on her back, gently kissing her and telling her how wonderful she was. When he drew the bedcovers over both of them, she sighed in contentment and snuggled closer to him.
He swept the hair from her sleeping, pretty face and gazed at her in happy wonder. He had no idea she would be like this! Had she always been so...kinky? Had she always been so bold behind closed doors? All these years, he thought he knew who Hermione Granger was all about. Brightest witch of her age, beautiful, brave- this all all-around classy woman in public was apparently a freak in the bedroom. Ron, Trace and all the others must have been out of their minds to let her slip through their fingers. He wasn't going to make that mistake. He was playing for keeps.
He woke first to the sound of her soft snores and looked at the clock. It was almost seven a.m. He hated that he to leave the bed and her warm, soft body but his bladder couldn't be ignored. Neither could their jobs. When he left the bathroom, she was curled up with his pillow and looking at him with sleepy, contented eyes.
"Was last night a dream?" she asked.
"If it was, we better not wake up," he said and slid under the covers she held up for him.
"How am I going to get through work today?" she asked and scooted closer to rest her head on his chest. He ran his hands lightly through her hair that was spread out over his chest and stomach. "I just want to stay here in bed with you all day."
"So do I, but we both have important work to do today. We can accomplish the lay about plan tomorrow," he said.
"Believe me, I'd much rather lay here with you than do what I have to do today."
"I'm sorry about what happened," she said. "Who was it?"
"MacMillan," he said. "His Patronus was a boar; it helped drive the Dementors away that day at Hogwarts."
Despite the somber mood around the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione couldn't help feel that her world was a fair bit brighter that day. God help me, I love Harry! She shuddered when she thought of last night, the single most thrilling sexual experience of her life, bar none. Just when you thought you knew a person! Okay, sex wasn't everything in a relationship, but it sure helped if said sex was good. No wonder Ginny didn't want to talk about it, she thought with a chuckle. Katie stuck her head inside Hermione's office.
"Allbright's called a division wide meeting," she said.
The department clerks were setting pots of tea and cups around the table in the conference room. Hermione took a seat next to Katie and thanked Clarice for the tea.
"As you may or may not have heard, one of our brave Aurors lost his life last night in Wales. The suspect was apprehended and sent straight away to Azkaban, as is standard procedure for the murder of an Auror. It's an open and shut case, but we don't want to take any chances. I want a rock-solid conviction on this one; the young Auror in question was at the Battle of Hogwarts from what I've heard. This young hero deserves the best we can give him."
"Who was the Auror?" Katie asked.
"Ernie MacMillan," Hermione said.
"How sad," Katie said.
"You knew him?" Allbright asked.
Hermione and Katie nodded sadly.
"Miss Granger, you're now the lead prosecutor for the case. This morning an Auror will accompany you to Azkaban to present the charges to the accused."
"But, sir, what of the Archer case?" Katie asked.
"That's the second bit of news today. Mr. Archer took his own life last night, so the case is no longer a concern, aside from some administrative loose ends. Miss Granger, you may choose a clerk to assist you with the case and I expect a brief of your case within a week to present to the Wizengamot."
Hermione received claps on the back and handshakes in honor of her first prosecutorial case.
The secretary for the Head of Magical Law Enforcement ushered Hermione into his office and the procedures for visiting the prison were explained to her by the Head of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Good morning, Mr. Broadmoor."
"Good morning, Miss Granger, I wish we could meet met under better circumstances. Let's get this over with, shall we?"
She nodded and took cup of tea the secretary offered.
"Azkaban no longer hosts Dementors, but the Ministry has instituted security standards that have set the standard for wizard prisons world-wide. The non-magical boat is the only way to arrive at or leave the island. There's double-layered anti-Apparition and anti-Portkey wards in the prison, on the island, and along the coast for a hundred kilometers. There's no Floo connection on the island or in the prison. All visitors and whatever belongings they bring along are subjected to a strict search, and no magical objects of any sort are allowed in the same room as inmates, except for the wands of the Aurors, Hit Wizards and prison guards."
An Auror entered the office and took a seat next to her.
"This is Auror Brocklehurst, he will accompany you this morning. He's one of our most experienced Aurors, so you're in good hands."
"Brocklehurst? Any relation to Mandy Brocklehurst?" she asked.
"She's my younger sister, I left Hogwarts three years ahead of her."
"How is she?"
"Doing well. She's a Healer at St. Mungo's. She said she saw you when you went in for that were-rabbit thing."
"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"
Mr. Broadmoor's lips twitched. "As I was saying, Aurors, Hit-Wizards and prison guards are the only ones allowed to have wands on their person while in the prison. As for the prisoners, a magic-dampening charm is applied to them the minute they set foot in the prison, to prevent any kind of magic from being performed. Those accused or convicted of serious crimes, ones that would have rated The Kiss before, are shackled at the hands and feet whenever they leave their cells."
"When do they leave their cells?" she asked.
"For medical attention and their once-monthly visits from direct family or their legal representative. Additionally, they are never given advance notice of visitors and any visits are closely monitored. The only correspondence they are allowed to receive is that from family members or their legal representative, in letter form once a month, on parchment that is thoroughly checked by Charm experts to detect any and kinds of magical tampering. Any questions so far?"
She shook her head.
"Direct contact between yourself and the prisoner is strictly forbidden, and they only speak when spoken to, or they are magically silenced and the visit is terminated. I realize that all of the security procedures are rather extensive and extraordinarily stringent, but we haven't had an escape or an attempted escape since putting the procedures into place. The most dangerous inmates we've ever had now inhabit the prison, so we aren't taking any chances."
"I understand," she said.
**
At lunchtime, Harry went to the Legal Division with two bags of fish and chips take away. Hermione wasn't in her office.
"Mr. Potter?"
He turned to face the department head.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Yes sir, I'm looking for Miss Granger."
"She's on her way to Azkaban to present charges to the accused for last night's murder."
"So he's being charged with murder? Good. I take it that Hermione is the prosecutor?"
"Yes, she'll do well. I have every confidence in her."
"So do I. Ernie's family will be glad to hear of this," Harry said.
**
Hours later, she and Auror Brocklehurst stood in the boathouse and waited for the arrival of the prison boat.
"It's always raining here and the boat is always late," he complained and cast another warming charm. "Finally, here it comes."
A sleek, fast boat with two outboard motors sped through the waves toward them.
"That's definitely not what I pictured," she said.
He laughed. "Most visitors say that. You were thinking of some old rowboat, am I right?"
**
Chapter End Notes:
cusp: a point that marks the beginning of a change