A/N: I'm home sick today so I figured I'd post a little something for you guys. I do apologize for the large gaps in between updates; I'm in the middle of a show right now and I'm graduating from college in less than two months so life has been a little hectic for me. Thank you guys for your wonderful support and patience! I really appreciate it.
Tallyho!
Chapter 28:
The Honeymoon
Hermione's jaw dropped as she looked at the villa in front of her. "Merlin's beard! What is this place?" she asked.
Harry laughed. "This is where we will be spending our honeymoon." He opened the front door and picked Hermione up bridal style. "Welcome to paradise," he said, carrying her over the threshold. She giggled and looked around at the place in awe.
It was a small villa in Fira, Santorini [Greece] that Harry had managed to find with the help of Val and Michel. The entire villa was like looking in a magazine: picturesque and gorgeous and hard to believe it was real. But it was. There was a large pool in the backyard next to a small patio area with a firepit and there was a little path next to the villa that led to the beach nearby. Harry was right: it really was paradise.
"Can we stay here longer than two weeks?" she asked, looking at the view from the patio.
Harry laughed and placed his hands on her hips. "We could stay here forever, if you wanted," he said, placing soft kisses at the base of her neck. She let her head fall back as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. "What do you say we go break the bed in?" he whispered, his voice husky.
She shivered and nodded. "I think that's a brilliant idea."
He took her hand and led her to the master bedroom where he pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately as he fumbled for the zipper on her dress. She moaned into his mouth when he pressed his bulge against her and she practically ripped his shirt off of him as he unzipped her dress quickly and slid it off of her, letting it fall to the floor and pooling at their feet. Without breaking the kiss, Hermione pulled him closer to her by grabbing the waistband of his trousers and undid his belt and zipper, sliding them down his body as well.
He laid her down on the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck as he slid her knickers off of her and she pushed his boxers off. She arched her back and unhooked her bra, throwing it across the room and Harry wasted no time in letting his hands travel all over naked body. She moaned as his fingers played with her clit and his breath tickled her neck. Her fingernails ran down his back as she moaned in pleasure and he whispered things in her ear that gave her chills.
His fingers stopped pleasuring her for a moment only to position himself above her. He kissed her lips softly and she ran her fingers through his hair. He grabbed his length and rubbed it against her clit but not quite entering her. Hermione moved her hips closer to him but he just chuckled and pulled away from her. "Don't be so greedy," he said, smirking.
"Then stop teasing me," she said, frowning.
"Oh, but it's fun making you squirm," he replied. He laughed when she rolled her eyes.
"Harry, I swear, if you don't shag me right now, you will be starting our honeymoon in the hospital."
He laughed again and kissed her passionately as he entered her with one thrust. She broke the kiss to throw her head back and moan while Harry kissed down her neck and to her breasts. He thrusted into her slowly at first then picked up the pace until they were panting and covered in sweat. He didn't slow down as he felt his climax coming; he kept up his steady pace, one hand rubbing her clit to help her along while her hands were running through his hair and their tongues were tangled together.
They came together, their breathing erratic and their pulses pounding. He pulled himself out of her only to pull the covers around them and pull her close. They laid in silence, just looking at each other and enjoying the feel of their skin touching and looking at each other. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist and she ran her fingers along the back of his neck. They spent their first night as newlyweds cuddled together, sleeping with smiles on their faces.
Hermione was drinking coffee in the kitchen, reading a book, when their owl Cicero flew in through the open patio door. He landed in front of her and hooted quietly, sticking his leg out so she could take the letter that was attached. She smiled and scratched his head. "Hi Cicero," she said, opening the letter. She continued to pet his head as she read.
27 November 2000
Harry and Hermione,
The news about your marriage broke yesterday. Nice job keeping it so quiet leading up to the wedding; everyone's freaking out because they're finding out after the fact and you two are already gone so no one can ask you questions. Wish Daph and I had had that option but Alexandra insisted that we be on the front page of the society column. Oh well. Anyway, Ginny and Neville were bombarded by reporters the day the story broke but one quick Bat Bogey Hex from Gin and they left them alone. I think they've learned their lesson because, as far as I know, no one else who was at the wedding has been interrogated by the press.
How's Greece? Everything's fine here. Work's been kinda slow for both me and Daph; little Charlie's been babbling a lot, lately. Daphne's trying to get her to say "Mama" but all that's coming out is something along the lines of "Ba-Ba." It's adorable.
Mum really wants you two to come to the Burrow for brunch when you get back. I think since all of us have moved out, she's been having that "Empty Nest Symptom" or whatever and wants us all to come by as often as possible. No pressure, but if you could come as soon as you could when you got back, it would be an incredible help and get mum off my back for a bit.
Anyway, enjoy your honeymoon and I'll see you when you get back! Hope you're well.
Love,
Ron and Daphne.
Hermione smiled at the letter but before she could reply, Harry walked into the kitchen, a towel resting over his shoulders and his hair sticking up into several different directions. "Hi," she smiled.
"Hi," he replied, kissing her lightly. He frowned when saw Cicero sitting on the counter, looking at him curiously. "Hey, Cicero. When'd you get here?"
"About five minutes ago," Hermione answered. "He brought this," she said, handing him the letter from Ron and Daphne. Harry read it and smiled while Hermione cleaned up her dishes from breakfast and gave Cicero a small piece of egg she had leftover on her plate. "We'll write them back in a couple days or so. I want Cicero to have some time to rest from his long journey," she said, scratching the owl behind the ears.
"And we'll have more to tell them rather than just that we've been shagging like rabbits," he winked and she laughed.
"How was the pool?"
"Amazing," he smiled. "You have to check it out."
She smiled. "I'll do it later but right now, you have to go shower. We have a boat tour in just under an hour so go get changed."
"Or we could just skip the boat tour," he said, wagging his eyebrows.
"No. Now go shower, you bugger!" she said, laughing.
He laughed and ran down the hall into their bedroom to shower while Hermione just rolled her eyes and looked at Cicero. "Men," she said to the bird. He simply hooted in response.
Hermione sighed and burrowed further into the bath. She and Harry had spent the day at the beach and now found herself quite tanned while poor Harry got very sunburned. She had laughed as he lathered a bottle of aloe vera all over himself when they returned to the villa and she claimed that he "smelled like a plant." He had stuck his tongue out at her, not amused in the slightest at her comment.
While Harry was trying to recover from the sun's rays, she hopped into the bath and filled it to the brim with bubbles, enjoying every last second of it. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the tub and hummed to herself as she relaxed from the day. She heard a quiet knock on the door and opened one eye up to find Harry smiling at her. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure," she smiled, sitting up. Harry walked in, holding a bucket of ice with a fresh opened bottle of champagne in it with two glasses in his other hand. She took the bucket and glasses from him and put them on the side of the tub while Harry undressed and sat opposite her in the tub. She poured them both a glass of the champagne and gave him his before raising hers. "What should we toast to?" she asked.
He smirked. "How about to our marriage?"
"Alright then," she nodded. "To our marriage; may we be as happy and in love as the Weasleys but let's not have seven children, okay?"
He laughed. "Okay," he tapped his glass against hers before taking a sip of his drink. "So, what's next on our agenda after this delightful bath?"
"Not a damn thing," she said, laughing at Harry's raised eyebrows. "We've spent the last week touring the island and its many landmarks. I just want to spend the evening out on the patio with a good glass of champagne and my wonderful husband by my side."
He smiled and nodded. "I like that plan quite a bit." He took her foot in his hands and began to rub along the bottom of her feet, causing her to moan. "Oh, you are officially the best husband."
He laughed. "We've only been married a few days, Hermione. I'm not saying you're wrong, but I want to be able to prove that I truly am the best, first."
She chuckled. "Something tells me you will have no trouble with that."
He winked at her and continued to rub her foot until he felt the tension slip away from her then he switched to the other one. By the time both of her feet were thoroughly massaged, the water was cold and the champagne bottle was half empty. Harry drained the tub while Hermione patted herself dry- using a drying charm on her hair would have very bad consequences- and dressed in Harry's old Quidditch jersey and some shorts while he chose to simply wear pajama bottoms and nothing else. In that moment, Hermione was incredibly glad she was a woman so there was no obvious indication of her attraction to her husband wandering around the villa, shirtless, and humming to himself. God, was she a lucky woman.
They ended up on the patio, curled up together in a hammock, the fire pit burning bright and a quiet melody was playing on a radio that sat near the pool. Hermione smiled and snuggled closer into Harry, happily falling asleep to the feel of his fingers in her hair and the smell of the nearby ocean filling her nostrils.
Hermione woke to something warm between her legs. At first, she wasn't sure what it was but as the feeling continued and she became more alert, she realized what it was: Harry. Immediately, she was overwhelmed with a feeling of pleasure and moaned, sliding her hands under the sheets and tangling themselves in his hair. She gasped as Harry nipped and licked and sucked on her clit and mewled as his hands wrapped themselves on her hips and held her still while he continued his work. She continued to moan as he slowly brought her to her climax but stopped just before she reached it.
She made a sound between a whimper and a moan as Harry's lips left her clit and kissed and licked his way up her body. His head appeared from under the sheets and he gave her a feral smile before latching onto one of her nipples and sucking tightly on it as he brushed his length against her. Getting impatient, she grabbed it and positioned it right at her clit. Harry took the lead from there and entered her with one thrust.
She threw her head back and moaned while her nails ran down his back. "Oh God," she exclaimed, her back arching.
"He has nothing to do with this," Harry replied, kissing her neck and chest as he thrusted in and out of her.
Hermione's climax came faster than she expected and she cried out Harry's name as sweet, blissful release came over her. Harry followed shortly after her, then dropped against her, holding himself up by his arms. "Good morning," he grinned.
She laughed and pushed him off her only to sit up and look at him. "You up for more? Say, perhaps, a romp in the pool?"
He winked at her and smirked. "I knew I married you for a reason." She laughed again and led him out to the patio where they spent the rest of the morning pleasuring one another.
9 December 2000
Hermione sighed as she put her shrunken trunk into her bag. She looked around the room and smiled, thinking of all the wonderful memories she and Harry had made while on their honeymoon. She was looking forward to returning home and starting married life with Harry; but she'd miss Greece and the wonderful paradise they got to live in these past two weeks.
"You ready?" Harry asked, coming into the room.
She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Let's go home," she said.
That Same Day
Hermione nearly broke down into tears as she walked into the study after arriving home. The elves had put up a beautiful Christmas tree covered in red and gold ornaments and lights up with a sparkling star sitting on top. "Does the Mistress like it?" Dahlia asked, her wide eyes nervous.
Hermione nodded. "It's beautiful," she replied.
"Dahlia, this was very thoughtful of you," Harry said, smiling at the elf.
She beamed. "We elves thought the Master and Mistress would like it if they returned to find their home ready for Christmas. It has been so long since a Christmas was celebrated in the manor; we may or may not have gotten a bit overexcited."
Hermione shook her head. "Not at all, Dahlia. I love it; this- this is perfect." And then she did something that took the little elf by surprise: she hugged her. Dahlia's eyes widened and looked to Harry for guidance. He simply smiled at her and nodded and the little elf hesitantly hugged Hermione back. After a moment, she relaxed and smiled into the hug. By the time Hermione pulled out of the embrace, Dahlia was grinning from ear to ear. "Sorry," Hermione said, brushing some curls behind her ear. "I hope I didn't cross a line."
Dahlia shook her head, still smiling. "Not at all, Mistress. Dahlia is honored Mistress would think to hug her. Mistress has made Dahlia's Christmas!"
Hermione laughed and squeezed the elf's hand. "Well you've made our Christmas. Please send the other elves to me when you can; I'd like to thank them all personally."
"Yes, Mistress!" Dahlia said, still grinning, as she ran out of the room.
Hermione stood and wiped the tears out of her eyes. "That was so thoughtful of them. We have to do something nice in return."
"If you pull out your knitting needles, I'm giving them a fair warning not to panic," Harry said.
She gave him a light punch on the shoulder, fighting the smile growing on her lips. "Don't be ridiculous. I was thinking something more along the lines of improving their living accommodations or maybe giving them new aprons; Merlin knows they love their aprons."
Harry laughed and kissed her forehead. "Whatever you think is best, love."
In the end, Hermione chose to make all the elves her mother's famous apple pie. Several of them broke down into tears at the gesture while Harry watched on, smiling as Hermione got surrounded by the house elves thanking her for being such a wonderful mistress.
This chapter is un-beta'd so any mistakes that are in here fall back on me.
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