AN: I think there were mixed reviews on the fight between Harry and Hermione. Let me defend myself by saying this: Hermione and Harry didn't fight because she trusts Ron more or cares about him more. They fought because Hermione's mind cannot wrap itself around the possibility of Ron doing something like that to her. She also didn't like the idea of harry accusing Ron of that without absolute proof. Hermione is still working on dealing with the things Ron told her and seeing what her relationship with Harry has done to Ron and the friendship between Ron and Harry. Sorry of you didn't like it but I felt it was important. This chapter should make up for it. Oh, lemons ahead. Beware!
Hermione felt terrible about the things she said Harry. There was a better way to handle that. She didn't think Ron was guilty but she understood that Harry had a job to do. She didn't need to interfere in Auror business. She wanted to go back and apologize but when she left his office she saw people were staring and she knew anything else needed to be handled at home. It wasn't professional.
Hermione decided an apology dinner would be a good idea. So she went to the store and bought some ingredients. She occupied herself with cleaning the house which irritated Kreature but she couldn't just sit around and wait for hours. Hermione sent a letter to Harry asking when he would be home and he said by 6:00.
Hermione started dinner. Cooking wasn't exactly her forte but she managed to make dinner the muggle way with only a little magical assistance. When dinner was done Hermione placed warming charms. Then she showered and changed. She kept it casual putting on blue jeans and a tank top. She French braided her hair to keep it out of her face.
Then she sat down on the couch and waited for Harry.
The floo activated at 6:00 exactly and Harry came through. He looked nervous as he put his briefcase down and pulled his work robes off.
Hermione was wringing her hands. They were both quiet for a long awkward moment. Finally they both spoke at the same time, "I am sorry." Then they laughed.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and smiled at her, "I am sorry, Hermione," Harry said. "Truth is I was just doing my job but I can understand why you were so upset. You can't believe Ron is capable of attacking you. I don't want to think he is either but I don't have the luxury of hoping for the best. I have to go where the evidence leads me. But I should have told you I was going to move forward and I probably should have handled Ron better."
Hermione shook her head, "I don't think Ron is guilty but you have a job to do. If Ron isnt guilty then you will discover that during your investigation. I should not involve myself in this matter. I should let you do your job. I am not sure I ever really think about how this affects you too. I don't know what is going to happen but we don't need to fight over it anymore." Hermione took a tentative step toward Harry. "I am sorry. I really and truly am."
They were quiet again. Hermione was shocked when Harry moved forward and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. Hermione gasped as Harry crushed his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, her arms twined around his neck and she deepened the kiss. Hermione's fingered toyed with the soft hair at the nape of Harry's neck."I love you," Hermione whispered.
"I love you too," Harry replied before kissing her again.
Hermione's heart was beating wildly as Harry's hand slid up her back under her shirt but she didn't stop him. She opened her mouth and invited Harry's tongue inside. His tongue gently massaged hers as his hands ran up and down her near, naked back. Hermione weaved her fingers into his jet black hair and gently pulled. This earned her something a kin to a growl from her fiancé who in turn pulled her body closer to his.
"Hermione?" Harry asked after he pulled away. He was panting and his green eyes were dark and lustful. "What-?"
Hermione pulled away and moved toward the stairs. She held out her hand, "Coming?"
Harry didn't say a word he just took her hand let her pull him to their bedroom. Once inside Harry closed the door and looked at Hermione. She went and sat on the bed.
"Harry, are you going to join me?" she asked.
"I don't know," Harry told her. "Depends on what we are doing on the bed."
Hermione blushed and looked down, "We can just go eat dinner. This was dumb. I am sorry."
"Wait. No listen," Harry said. He moved forward and lifted her chin with his finger. "I want to be here with you. I want to be with you in every way but I don't want you to do something you are uncomfortable with just because we had a fight."
"You don't believe in makeup sex?" Hermione asked with shy smile.
Harry laughed, "Oh, I do. I most certainly do. But this would your first time- that you remember, and it shouldn't be like this. It should be candles and romance and wooing and all that."
"It should be in the moment and in this moment I feel like I am on fire and I want you," Hermione disagreed. "Don't you want me?"
Harry's emerald eyes held that dark, lustful look again when he spoke, "I want you. More than you know. I miss making love to you."
"Then take me," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry kissed her hard on the mouth. Hermione sighed and wrapped her thin arms around his neck. Harry moved up and lowered her onto the bed. He moved his lips from hers and down to her neck, her throat, her collarbone. Hermione sighed and tugged on his hair.
Hermione pushed him up and caressed his face. She only hesitated moment before pulling off her t-shirt
"Hermione-?" Harry started.
Hermione put her finger to his lip and said, "No. No talk. No questioning. Just do it."
"Don't have to tell me twice," Harry growled. His fingers had her bra unhooked before she was aware they had even touched the clasp. Harry's nimble fingers were working her nipples and Hermione arched her back and moaned.
After a few moments of his fingers moving across her breasts Hermione pushed him up again and started pulling at the buttons on his shirt. "Off. I want this off. Is it hot in here to you?" She looked around as she continued to try and unbutton his shirt. Harry swatted at her hands and smiled as he took over taking off his shirt. Once it was undone he shrugged it off and Hermione ran her hands over his broad chest. She took a few moments to admire his well defined chest. Then she kissed his collarbones and then moved further down.
Harry pushed her back onto the bed. He kissed her fiercely as he unbuttoned her jeans. Hermione shivered as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her knickers. "We can stop," Harry whispered, his lips against her making her shiver again.
"Don't. Please." Hermione whispered her reply.
Harry slid her jeans and her knickers down past her hips with a little help from her. Hermione fought the urge to cover her nakedness from Harry. She reminded herself that he had seen it before. "Now you," Hermione said. She sat up and unbuttoned Harry's trousers. Hermione's hands trembled as she attempted to slide his pants and his boxers down. Harry helped her remove his clothes. She let her eyes slide over his naked form. She eyed his erection surprised at how large he looked. It wasn't so much his length that she found surprising as that seemed about average from what she had read on the subject but it was his girth that took her breath away. Truthfully Hermione had never thought much about Harry on this aspect but this is not what she expected at all.
Hermione reached a hand out and touched it lightly. Harry's eyes closed and he let out a hiss. Hermione took that as a good sign and wrapped her small hand around his stiff member. It was hard but soft to the touch. Hermione moved her hand several time and enjoyed the reactions she was causing. She kissed Harry passionately as she continued her hand movements.
"Hermione!" Harry panted. He put a strong hand on her wrist stilling her movements. "This will be over before it begins if you don't stop," he warned her. "It's been a while and I can't be sure how long I will last." He maneuvered gently until she was lying on her back. He took one nipple in his mouth while his hands messaged her other breast. Hermione mewled at the touches- her hips bucking beneath him. Harry chuckled slightly as he released her breasts. His head started kissing her and he moved lower. When he kissed her hips she bucked again this time whining along with it.
Hermione felt his tongue on her and her eyes (which were half closed) shot open. Her fingers threaded into his hair again and she yanked- hard. harry didn't make a sound he just slipped his tongue inside of her. "Harry," Hermione. "Oh gods, Harry! That- feels-so-good" Her breathing was becoming labored she felt something stirring inside of her. It was as if she were on fire. She rolled her hips forward as Harry continued his task. He should feel his tongue moving inside her. Soon she could feel his fingers. He rolled his thumb over her clit sending a jolt of electricity though her and causing her to jump.
"Harry, I -I-I think I am really close to-" Hermione breathed yanking his hair again.
"Come for me," Harry muttered. He had pulled away and was looking right in her eyes now-green meeting brown. "Come for me love." The feel of his fingers, the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice- it all became too much and soon pushed her over the edge. She screamed as the orgasm rocked through her body. She shuddered as she rode it out. As she was coming out of her pleasure induced stupor she felt the head of his cock position at her soaking, wet entrance.
"Do you want this?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded. She gripped onto his shoulders as if expecting pain but she reminded herself there would be no pain. When Harry moved and slid into her she heard him groan in pleasure. Hermione felt her walls stretch to accommodate his girth. The feeling of him inside her was wonderful. When he slowly started moving in and out she was grateful for his gentleness but it wasn't what she needed. Hermione dug her fingernails into his back and whimpered, "More. Harder. Faster."
"With pleasure," Harry growled. He picked up the pace ad soon he was slamming into her. Hermione met his thrusts with her own. She was scratching him, pulling his hair and screaming his name. Harry was biting her neck, kneading her breast and panting above her.
Hermione felt a familiar tightening in her abdomen. She wasn't sure how she did it or why but she managed to flip herself on top of Harry. This new position seem to hit her in all the right places. She was sitting up straight, back arched with her eyes shut. Harry had his hands on her thighs.
"Ride it baby," He hissed. "That's it. Ride my cock."
His words reverberated through her and she was sure that is what caused her second orgasm to hit. Hermione's body stiffened and her walls clamped around his manhood. "Harry! Oh gods, Harry!" she screamed as she continued to ride him.
Harry's hands clutched her thighs painfully. His eyes flew open and locked onto her eyes. His whole body went rigid as he shuddered violently. He cried out her name as she felt him empty inside of her.
Hermione collapsed onto of him. Her head lying against his hard chest.
"Hermione?" Harry said tentatively. "Are you- was that?" He trailed off. Hermione picked her head up and looked into his eyes.
"That was marvelous. I can't even tell you. I can't describe it. I have never felt-" Hermione smiled at Harry and gave him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."
Harry smiled. He let his now soft member slide out of her and pulled her down to life next to him. "Give me a few minutes and we can go again."
"No," Hermione laughed. "I made dinner. We are going to get cleaned up and go and eat like civilized folks."
"Fine," Harry sighed deeply. "What did you make?"
"Chicken parmesan," Hermione said, Then she laughed, "Remember when I made it on our anniversary and I put way too much salt in and you pretend you loved it until I called you out on it. That was the year I almost set fire to the table cloths when I-" Hermione trailed off when she saw how Harry was looking at her. "What?"
"You remember that?" Harry demanded. "I didn't tell you that story. That was our first anniversary. You remember that?"
Hermione didn't even think about it. The memory was there she could see it in her mind. "I do. I remember it." Hermione said.
"Anything else?" Harry asked excitedly.
Hermione wracked her brain bit nothing else came to her. She bit her lip and shook her head. "No," she said. "I am sorry."
"Don't be," Harry grinned. He kissed her fiercely. "You remembered something so the potion must be working. More will come back. I am sure of it."
At that moment Hermione heard her stomach growl, "Let's get cleaned up and go eat. I want a glass of wine to celebrate."
She and Harry used magic to clean themselves and the bed. They dressed and went down to the kitchen. They set the table together and then sat down to eat.
"If I promise not to get mad will you tell me what is going on with Ron?" Hermione asked.
Harry made a face but nodded his head," Ron swears he was home that night. Pansy said he wasn't. We summoned her to the office but she was unable to come today. She will be in the first thing in the morning. We will give her Veriteserum-if she agrees. It would be easier to give it to Ron but there is a whole slew of paperwork to be done if you give an Auror Veriteserum.. We would have to formally accuse him and get Kingsley involved. I am trying to avoid that."
Hermione nodded. "I don't think he did it. But I know you have a job to do. Just promise me you will keep an open mind?"
"I promise," Harry replied.