Chapter 14:

After dinner, they bid their good byes and Oliver apparated with Hermione to Hogsmeade. They interlaced their fingers and walked till the castle, with Oliver making small talk as he felt Hermione on the cusp of sadness. He almost blurted out his plan then but held in check. He'd find the best moment for it. Later.

They quietly slipped into their room, unseen by others. "They must be dining in the Great Hall," Hermione offered as an explanation and Oliver nodded.

Once in, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. "Are you staying?" Hermione asked tentatively. He gave her an odd look and put her down close to the bedroom door, kicking it shut behind him.

"Would you like me to, m'eudail?" Oliver held his breath till she answered, too late realizing his surprise would blow up in his face with a simple no from her.

She didn't even have to think about this one! She got lonely with all the couples around her. All the other non-student spouses always came back to the castles at nights, if not every night, then at least most nights every week. It was only Oliver who had been glaringly absent and only she who'd been so alone. While Harry, Ron and Ginny did try their best to make up for it, she was still the only single one every time they all went out, and she was done being stag. Her parent's sudden death hadn't helped her loneliness either. Even if they had decided to stay back in Australia, while alive, she knew they were there just a portkey or international apparition away, but then, things had changed and Hermione was not coping well with any of the changes.

"Of course! I'd love for you to stay with me Oliver. Every single day!" she replied, spot on.

Oliver flashed her his best smile, his happiness at her answer evident. "Then that's exactly what I'll do, mo ghardh. I'll stay with you," he said and Hermione immediately jumped on him, hugging him right into her. Instinctively his hands flew around her and what followed was inevitable! They crashed their lips together and crackers exploded behind Oliver's closed eyes. He didn't know how long they'd kissed but when they came up for some much needed air, he started kissing her jaw and neck, working his one hand on her buttons, trying to do as much as he could while still holding her against him supporting her weight with his other hand. While he was multi-tasking, lost in pleasure, he nibbled at the crook of Hermione's neck and her response froze him beyond belief!

Right when he was nibbling her and she was to say … 'oh Oliver' … she tilted her neck back to give him better access at her throat and moaned deep and suddenly went… "Uh.. Harry?"

Too shocked to even breathe, Oliver stared dumbfounded at his wife in his arms and saw her looking questioningly at the bedroom door. And that's when all the other things around him started filtering in his numb mind.

A voice from outside… "Mione.. I said since you're back now, could you please help me with the potions homework? It's due tomorrow and potions is a part of my auror subjects so…." The voice trailed off.

Oliver got a second shock when he felt Hermione's hesitation, as if she was actually considering going out to study with her friends instead of being in bed with him. Oliver was aghast!

"Harry.. uhm.. actually I'm a little….." Hermione was saying when Harry pressed on, "Please Mione. It won't take more than half hour. I understand you must be tired but if you could…."

And to Oliver's biggest consternation, Hermione actually turned her head to him, as if asking him if she could go and help Harry with his homework. Is she out of her bloody mind? Oliver was lewd with anger by this point but somehow managed to reign the rampage in him and answered for Hermione instead.

"Potter! She's busy with me. She won't be coming out anytime tonight and leave quickly if you don't want to get an earful!"

Harry stilled at the sound of Oliver's voice. Shit! Why didn't I think she'd have company? he thought darkly and then forgave himself quickly thinking, because that's a first! "Oh.. okay.. I'll ask Malfoy if he can help," and because his mind was too fuzzed to think clearly, he added, much to Hermione's aggravation, "he anyway does better at potions than Mione."

"Harry! What did you just say?" Hermione screamed from inside.

Harry stilled outside in a bout of panic, until he a heard a roaring, "Potter! Scatter! Now!" from inside and he butt out the door shutting it behind him.

….

Oliver was lewd inside! "You were actually considering going out to study with him? Leaving me here like this?" he asked incredulously, pressing his erection at her core for emphasis.

"But.. he needs the good grades. It's for his future!"

"AND I NEED YOU! It's for my present! So I live to see my future! And you said his name after MY KISS!"

"Oliver!" Hermione sang out his name in exasperation, rolling her eyes.

"Yes! That's the only name I want to hear from your lips! ALL NIGHT LONG!" he blasted. Impatiently, he devested them both with a quick flick of his wand. "I really need to teach you prioritizing!" he growled and threw her on the bed. He had her legs wrapped around his head and he devoured her core with every shred of anger he possessed.

"Oliver.." she gasped.

"Aye. That's me. The one and only man in your life you need to care about!" he came up to say and bent down again. He lapped her hard and fast and used his teeth way too much on her sensitive nub.

And yet, Hermione seemed to enjoy every single second of it. "Oliver…" she moaned again.

"Louder," he ordered. He had her panting and screaming his name over and over again as he licked her, nipped her and downright bit her on her nub while slipping first one, then two and three fingers inside her.

"Oh dear Merlin!" Hermione's eyes rolled into her skull as she fisted the sheets at the new sensation of having him sucking hard on near nub while pumping her with a quick clip. It coursed waves of pain and pleasure all through her body.

"NO! Not Merlin! Just me! Use the wrong name again and you'll be severely punished," Oliver warned and plundered her more. He did not give her any respite after her first climax, immediately crooking the three fingers he had embedded inside her as he continued to nibble her folds and bite her nub.

"Oh dear fucking Lord!" Hermione screeched.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?" thundered Oliver, "The only name I want hear is…"

"Oliver.." Hermione gasped. "Oliver… just you Oliver… I'll only call for you… but please don't.. just... don't.. stop!" Then she tried again after gathering her breath. "Just you Oliver… Just don't stop… please don't stop! I'll only ever call for you but don't you dare stop," she finally managed to say in one breath.

Oliver smirked. "So you like it rough lass?" he asked, interest mingling with lust in his eyes.

"Looks like it," Hermione said, looking at him right in the eyes.

He laughed. "Oh, it's gonna be a long night…" and he bent down again on her and continued at exactly the same pace he was using not a minute back, everything remained the same, just his anger left him and Hermione only said "Oliver.." after that point.

After she came again, he moved to her legs that were hanging out of the bed, now that he had dislodged them from around his head and he bit lightly at every single piece of skin he found as she shuddered at his touch and moaned his name. After the longest time, which wasn't too long actually, Hermione tugged at Oliver, bringing his face close to hers. "IN. ME. NOW!" she said in no uncertain terms.

"Aye, Mrs. Wood. I live to do your bidding," Oliver saluted and even before she let him go, he lifted the back of her knees over his arms, spanned her waist, cupping her sides with his hands and pushed her into the mattress to hold her in place as he plunged into her. "Too hard?" he asked her softly. She quickly shook her head. He smirked.

He pulled himself almost all out and plunged all the way in again. Their colliding bodies making beatific music for their senses. "Let me know if gets too much for you, okay?" he told her and at her nod, continued. He went all in till their bodies hit each other making Hermione yell his name out and then pulled out, making her whimper at the loss. This went for too long for Hermione as she peaked and crashed under him again.

"Faster," she said and dug her nails in his arms. And he paced her way too much, literally rocking her world, tilting it on its axis.

"Oo..li..vvhh…eeer….." she screamed, not even able to take his name in one breath.

"That's it sex kitten… just the way I like it…" he grunted and continued to pace up. When he felt his own climax approaching, he pinched hard at her nub, rubbing it furiously and came biting down at her breast, vigorously massaging the other one.

"OOOOOhhhhhhhhllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Hermione shattered all around him and he poured himself in her but continued going for a few more strokes before crashing down on her.

"That's it… mo ghraidh.." he kissed her tenderly on her forehead, cheeks, eyes, nose and finally lips. "That's it… my darling… you were amazing love….just amazing.." he said and kept kissing her all over, slowly trailing his kisses lower. "Take this time to gather your breath, mo pheata. We'll soon go again," and he continued to kiss her…

Meanwhile outside their room…

Everyone in the common room saw Harry Potter hastily exit Hermione Granger's room as if the hounds of hell were behind him. And then much to the surprise of most present, Harry stood there stunned for full two minutes before turning and then stood rooted to the spot again seeing everyone eyeing him up interestedly. He tried to shake off whatever after-effects of the previous encounter he could, as he made a bee line for Malfoy and sat beside him.

"What?" barked Draco, unsure of the suddenness of Harry's behaviour.

"Could you help me with potions for tomorrow's work?" Harry asked trying to look as normal as he possibly could just then, which wasn't too much at all!

"Why can't goody two shoes help?" Draco asked back, now curious.

"Mione is… busy…"

That sentence piqued everyone's interest. "With what? Last I heard, even her cat died," Zara interrupted, and everyone around gave a hard look for her lack of sensitivity.

"Uhm… actually.." Harry faltered, "Oliver's here."

There was a lot of wolf whistling at that from all except Harry, Ron and George. Even Ginny joined the others.

"You Gryffindor boys need to loosen up a tad!" Draco grumbled.

"Wonder what they're up to?" Ginny asked.

"Let's find out," Draco replied and everyone shut up, trying their level best to hear the voices coming from Hermione's room. Everyone sat motionless as muffled voices from inside drifted out.

"I really need to teach you prioritizing!" they heard Oliver say which was followed soon enough with a moan of "Oliver.." from Hermione.

All the girls outside sighed longingly. Draco cocked his brow at Astoria as she gave him a very knowing look, and he winked back sharply at her.

They all heard Oliver instructing Hermione to scream out his name louder and then when she screamed "Oh dear Merlin!" the Slytherin boys winced as if hurt.

"Stupid girl," Theo snorted. While the three Gryffindor boys gave him questioning looks, he simply held his hand forth as if the situation would soon explain itself. It did.

Next came, "NO! Not Merlin! Just me! Use the wrong name again and you'll be severely punished."

"Told you," Theo shook his head and tugged at Padma's hand but she swatted his arm and made him sit beside her as they heard some more of the newest gossip happening just behind the wall.

Harry fisted his hands, feeling his rage building up. Lavender sat on Ron's lap to ensure he wouldn't go barging into Hermione's room. George's face turned red and Luna gestured him towards their bedroom. Just as they were walking back, they heard Hermione's "Oh dear fucking Lord!" Before the Slytherin boys could impart their wisdom about Hermione's absolute idiocy, they heard a loud thundering, the voice clearly carrying out to them. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? The only name I want hear is…"

And Harry had heard enough! He stood up, just as Draco pulled him back down and Ron was looking murderous, for the first time thwarting Lavender's blatant advances on him.

"Oliver," they heard. Finally! Draco thought, "Now she catches on!"

"Oliver… just you Oliver… I'll only call for you… but please don't.. just.. don't.. stop!" they heard and Harry jerked away Draco's hand, frantically making his way towards Hermione's door. Draco flew from his seat and stood right in between Harry and the door, vehemently shaking his head, "I won't have you ruining this for her. You do not come between a man and his wife!" Ron stood up, making Lavender fall on the floor with a thud, just as Blaise caught on and imprisoned Ron's move with his body. Theo ran to Luna's aid who tried to pin George back.

What came next, had everybody rock still with shock! "Just you Oliver… Just don't stop… please don't stop! I'll only call for you, but don't you dare stop!"

No one breathed in the common room, afraid they'd misheard, but the next words set them all straight. "So you like it rough lass?" Oliver's burr carried out. "Looks like it," came Hermione's whisper-soft voice.

Draco smirked, pushed Harry back, almost into Ginny.

"Oh it's gonna be long night…" came next and Blaise sneered, "Who knew bookworm extraordinaire had it in her?"

Every boy present there laughed. All except Harry, Ron and George who had gone still with shock!

"Angry sex! It's hot! You vanilla Gryffindors should try it sometime. Might make the sex life better," Draco challenged. He then made his way towards where the girls were gathered and picked Astoria in his arms and said looking at her, "Isn't it my love?"

"I can vouch for it," Astoria replied, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck, kissing him on his lips as he went straight to their room, kneeing the door open and kicking it close behind them.

Lavender pulled Ron into their bedroom and every other girl followed suit. Ginny helped Harry breathe again and walked back to their own room, holding Harry's hand. "She's finally found someone for herself. Cheer up Harry," she said and kissed him just as their door shut behind them.

Back to Hermione's bedroom:

Oliver kissed Hermione awake every few hours and she happily met him all those times. Over the course of the night, their love making changed pace; from volatile it turned to more acquiescent, it wasn't about power or control anymore but about pleasuring and savouring each other. He took his time with her and she did the same with him. They looked at each other deep in the eyes and whispered each other's names as they came. He held her hand tenderly in his and she cupped his cheek as he bent his head down, taking her in for long savouring kisses. They were satiated and content and both wished they could just stay like that in the bed, in each other's arms always… but none voiced those words, unsure of the other's reaction and of themselves.