Warning-sexual scene in this chapter. Minors please look out for the bold author's note.
As the train pulled to a halt, Harry and Hermione bade their students farewell, and lugging their luggage, they got into Harry's classic Volkswagen Beetle.
"You sure you remember how to drive this since our last visit?" Hermione asked warily, and Harry nodded impatiently.
"Yes, yes. Of course I do." Harry muttered, and after starting up his engine, and as he tried to maneuver out of the parking lot, he rammed into a Ferrari beside him.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, and pulled out her wand, and said firmly, "Reparo."
The door of the Ferrari immediately was restored to its original position.
"Thank you, Miss Potter." Harry said hastily and drove out of the parking lot, to Hermione's house. Hermione blushed a little when Harry called her his wife. They haven't even gone through the books!
"I guess I do not mind…" Hermione muttered to herself and closed her eyes, and drifted to an easy sleep. One should did not get for a long time.
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"Wake up, Hermione. Wake up." Hermione heard a gentle voice waking her up.
"Mhmm…" Hermione stirred and opened her eyes, and saw the familiar driveway at her home.
"We're here?" Hermione asked disbelievingly, looking at the electronic watch in the car. They took only fifteen minutes to get to her parents' house?
"I borrowed a flying mechanism…" Harry muttered as he left the car and walked up to the door of the Granger family.
Hermione sighed and got out of the car.
"Such impatience you display. How are you going to stand me when we get married?" Hermione asked, and Harry shook his head.
"That's a car. You're Hermione." Harry said simply and pressed the doorbell, and a few moments later, the door opened.
"Harry! You've come!" A jolly-looking man opened the door.
"Jack?" Harry smiled, and shook the hand of the father of Hermione Jean Granger.
"I heard you few created peace for us all again." A voice behind Jack sounded, and Harry looked over his shoulder, and saw that it was his wife, Miranda.
"I didn't do anything. Just lie down there for a couple of hours." Harry said and Hermione glowered at him.
"Too modest! Come in!" Jack laughed and ushered them in.
"Has my daughter been bullying you?" Miranda gave a small laugh, and Harry shook his head.
"She has been lovely. Like always." Harry smiled, and Hermione got to the kitchen, to help her mother with the baking.
"Come, Harry." Jack practically pulled Harry and forced him to sit down at the couch near the fireplace.
"Okay, I know that you two are madly in love with each other, more or less." Jack said, thrusting a glass of wine into Harry's hands.
"Now, I want to know when you are getting married, and where, and where will you two live after marriage." Jack lowered his voice and Harry gagged on his wine.
"Uhm... We... Didn't really discuss all these." Harry muttered, and Jack Granger looked displeased.
"You tell me now. Next week, next month or never." Jack said in a demanding tone, and Harry flinched.
"Uhm... N-Next-" Harry started, and Jack cut across him.
"Next week? Perfect!" Jack clapped and Harry cringed, and downed his entire glass of wine.
"Where would you all go for your honeymoon?" Jack pressed and Harry was caught off-guard once more.
"Uhh... Probably... Uhm..." Harry's mind was a blank.
"Fine, that you and Hermione will discuss." Jack waved him down and continued.
"Where would you all live? Not a slum I hope?"
Harry's mind temporarily flashed to his eight vaults of Galleons, twelve vaults of Sickles and sixteen vaults of Knuts, which should yield a lot of Muggle money.
"How about a nice house around the French Rivera? Or maybe around London?" Harry asked, and Jack nodded satisfactorily.
"Wise choice. Now, today's Christmas. I want everything tonight to be perfect. Go tell Hermione the great news then." Jack gave him a slight push, and Harry got up.
"Miranda dear! Come over here for a moment please?" Jack beckoned for his wife who left Hermione's side and joined her husband.
Harry seized this granted opportunity and went to Hermione's side, and casually picked up the bowl of chocolate.
"Thanks Harry." Hermione said, not even looking up, and took the bowl.
"Hey, Hermione. What do you think if we got married next week?" Harry asked awkwardly, and it took Hermione a minute or so to comprehend the message.
"Married? Next week? Seriously?" Hermione said loudly, placing down the bowl of chocolate, her mouth agape, staring at Harry.
"Yes, Hermione. Your father has given consent. Yes. Next week." Harry said firmly and Hermione covered her mouth in joy, and leapt on Harry, hugging him.
"That is wonderful news! I have always imagined myself walking down the aisle! This is wonderful news!" Hermione kissed him, her eyes beaming.
Harry saw Jack and Miranda smile as they saw their daughter so gleeful. She had found true happiness in the matrimony of marriage at last.
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"Cookies are ready!" Miranda said loudly, over the constant chattering of Harry, Hermione and Jack Granger.
"Great!" Jack clapped his hands together and rubbed them, as the aroma of the chocolate cookies came towards them.
"Miranda bakes wonderful cookies, Harry!" Jack declared, and Harry accepted a cookie from the plate being passed around.
"I'll be back. Preparing a meal for all of you." Miranda smiled, and went back to the kitchen.
"I almost forgot! My butter cookies!" Hermione stood up and went to the oven, took out her cookies, and placed them onto the lounge table in front of Jack and Harry, before joining her mother in the kitchen.
As Harry's hand stretched forward, he heard a cough.
Jack had picked up a cookie, and without even taking a bite from it, shouted to Hermione, "It tastes lovely, dear." Before he kept it in his pocket, and shook his head at Harry, who also deposited his cookie inside his coat pocket.
"That bad?" Harry lowered his voice and asked Jack Granger.
"Let's put it this way, last time I forced myself to eat a plate of it, I ended up at the hospital. I rather not risk it." Jack said, and sighed.
"We should give her a chance." Harry took out the cookie and steeling himself, took a large bite off the cookie.
The delicate flavour of the butter flooded his taste buds, and the conclusion?
It's good.
"You should try it, Jack. It isn't half bad." Harry said, licking his lips, and Jack widened his eyes in surprise.
"You sure?" Jack whispered, and took out that cookie and scared at it as if it was something that warranted his death.
"Seriously!" Harry said, and popped the cookie into his mouth, and as he was chewing on it, Jack nibbled on it, and his own eyes widened in surprise.
"Say… Harry… Looks like I'm gonna have to make it harder for you to marry my daughter now." Jack winked, and Harry laughed, and toasted him with his glass of wine.
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"Christmas dinner is served!" Miranda's voice could be heard clearly over the radio which was playing "We wish you a Merry Christmas"
"Come along, Harry. Our wives or wife to be in your case, are awaiting our arrival." Jack smiled, and led Harry to the comfortable Dining Room.
"Harry, try the turkey. It is fabulous." Miranda said, and offered him the carving knife, and he sliced off a huge piece and passed it to Hermione, under the approving nods of his future in-laws.
Harry then sliced off another few more decent sized pieces off the turkey and placed them on the plates of his in-laws.
"Ah... Looks like our future son-in-law hasn't forgotten our existence already." Miranda joked and the other two laughed.
"How true, Harry. You heard that?" Hermione was smiling.
"Yes, Hermione I did." Harry muttered and returned to his seat.
"Wonderful. Let's eat." Jack said loudly, and the issue of marriage was temporarily forgotten, as the Christmas spirit set in.
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"I am tired..." Harry muttered as the clock struck midnight, and they all erupted into cheers of, "Happy new year!"
"I need to go upstairs for a while..." Hermione muttered and she walked quickly upstairs.
Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned as the Christmas spirit in him started to ease out.
Harry took the leave of the two Grangers, who were grinning, and went to the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.
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Author's Note: Warning- Minors, do NOT read this. Explicit scene here. Just keep scrolling until you see the 'Ok' sign. Yes, minors. I'm looking at you, Burningmoon. :P Please read the Author's Note towards the end of this explicit part. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
"Harry..." He heard Hermione's voice, just that this time, it was seductive, something he had not heard before.
Harry sat up and saw Hermione by the bathroom, clad in just a simple bra and undies.
This made Harry's heart pump and his jaw fall open involuntarily.
"Wait a minute, love. You haven't seen the best yet." Hermione took several long strides, which showed off her long, slender legs.
Hermione sat on Harry's lap, and groped his erection straining against his pants, and smirked when Harry gasped.
"Feeling something already, Harry?" Hermione smiled, and Harry nodded, suddenly afraid of this Hermione.
"Aren't you going to touch me, love?" Hermione asked softly and Harry's hands started to travel up her sides, and he undid her bra, revealing her cleavage and Hermione gasped as Harry started to grope it, and sucking on them.
"Mmh... Harry..." Hermione moaned, and threw her head back, her hand on his hair.
Harry pulled away, and started to kiss her, their tongue fighting over dominance of each other.
Hermione fumbled with his belt and pulled off his jeans, revealing his erect member straining against his boxers.
Hermione smirked and pulled off his boxers, before taking him into her mouth, and Harry gasped.
"Mione..." Harry moaned, and he felt himself building to climax.
"Mione!" Harry pushed her away, and ripped off her undies before entering her, and Hermione dug her finger nails into his back.
"Harry..." Hermione kept crying out his name, and after a while, Hermione felt herself building to a climax.
"Mione! I am..." Harry gasped and Hermione screamed, 'Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" and when they came, Harry collapsed beside Hermione, both utterly exhausted.
Author's Note: I would like to credit a friend of mine for helping me write this. I know that this scene is appropriate at this time, but I am too much of a conservative to do these kind of things. This part on the chapter has not been checked by me. Thus, you can say I did not write this part of the chapter. The rest of this chapter is written solely by me.
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Harry got up and got dressed, and he kissed the cheeks of his wife, and he left to wash-up as Hermione still wandered in dreamland.
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"Morning, Harry." Jack looked up from his morning paper and Harry greeted him.
"Now that Hermione is not here, let us tell you something, Harry." Miranda walked over, and looked at Harry seriously, unlike her usual cheerful self.
"Yes?" Harry asked, taken aback.
"We agreed to hand Hermione to your care doesn't mean we have stopped caring about her. You remember this, Harry. You hurt Hermione just once and you will regret it." Jack said pointedly and Harry gulped.
"Yes, Hermione is a gem in our eyes. Do not hurt her. And if you go out and play with other girls? I will not forgive you. Understand?" Miranda said seriously and Harry nodded.
"Don't worry, Mr. And Mrs. Granger. I will take care of your daughter. If there is one thing that I will definitely not regret, it will be knowing Hermione."
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Author's Note: Hey! Barzini! Why the hell did you add in the sex scene!
Me: Well, they are getting married next week, and I DID have discrete requests to do one, names shall not be mentioned. But either way, I hate writing these kind of things, so I got this friend of mine to help out.
But anyway, this story is nearing an end already. MY OLD REVIEWERS DIDN'T REVIEW THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER T.T! I WAS SO HEART-BROKEN! T.T
Either way, please review and help me improve my writing. Thank you!
What are you waiting for! Review already! :D