As in some other chapters, this one requires a steaming keyboard alert.
A humongous thanks to my beta, AlphaBeta, for her never-ending patience as real life rears its ugly head and shows its ugly butt.
October 22, 2010
Earlier in the week, the Grangers asked to keep Maddie for the weekend, to take her to some baby adventure with Evie. When work day was done, Hermione retrieved Maddie from the Burrow. She cuddled and played with the baby while waiting for Harry to get home so they could take her together.
An hour passed since Harry's normal arrival time with no peep from him, but he usually sent an owl or rang if he was running late. She made supper, fed herself and the baby, and rang Harry's mobile. There was no answer, so she sent an owl. A half hour after she sent the owl, her mobile rang. It was Harry.
"Go ahead and take the baby to your mum's," he said and ended the call.
Surprised at the abruptness of the call, she shrugged and called her mum to let her know she was on the way with Maddie. She arrived back home to Harry sitting at the small butcher block table in the kitchen with a paper.
"Hullo, love," she said and greeted him with a quick kiss. "Just give me a minute to get supper heated for you."
He grunted and turned a page.
"How was your day?" she asked.
Twenty minutes later...
"I know you've had a bad day, but you don't have to take it out on me!" she shouted and threw a flannel in the sink, when she really wanted to throw it in his face.
"Yeah? You don't have to be such a know-it-all swot!" he shouted, and regretted the words seconds later when her face fell. She snatched the wet flannel from the sink and threw it in his face.
"Git!" she hissed and flounced from the kitchen.
He heard her stomp up the stairs and slam their bedroom door. He straightened his glasses, wiped his face dry, and made the long walk upstairs to apologize. He opened the door and heard her grumbling as she opened a drawer and took some things from it. She saw him, mumbled "git" and stalked toward him.
"What are you doing?" he asked when she reached the doorway.
"Bathing then going to bed," she said. "In one of the guest rooms."
"Come on, don't be that way," he urged, his voice gentle. "I was an arse, I'm sorry. You're right, I had no reason to take my dodgy day out on you."
She sighed and kept her eyes on the floor. He lifted her chin with a finger so their eyes met.
"You're beautiful when you're angry," he said and her lips twitched.
"You don't have to go overboard, sorry is enough," she mumbled.
"Well, overboard, underboard, or through the board, you're beautiful," he said and lifted her hand to kiss it. She flinched and he saw a burn on top of her hand.
"Happened when I made supper," she said.
"That I didn't eat because I was being a git," he said. "Sorry again."
They stood under a steaming hot shower, lovingly lathering each other, their earlier quarrel forgotten. She sat on the shower bench, running the flannel up and down his legs, occasionally bumping his cock with her face, smirking at how she knew it affected him. She dropped the flannel and surprised him by rather suddenly engulfing him in her mouth. He hissed and rose on his toes. When she started massaging his balls, he guided her hand to his bum. She grinned and started kneading, looking forward to what was going to happen next. She was thrilled with Harry's growing sexual confidence and sense of exploration. She felt sorry that he such a lackluster sex life before her, so she enjoyed helping him make up for lost time. His passion mixed with a sense of excitement made for a very fulfilling love life.
Just last month, he brought his latest find to her attention, a blurb in PlayWizard magazine.
"Erotic prostate massage?" she asked, reading what he was pointing to.
He nodded. "According to this, it feels fantastic. Have you ever done it to a bloke?"
"Yeah, but he said he didn't like it," she said.
"Why?"
"He said it made him feel like a ponce," she replied. "However, he came harder than I ever saw a man come, so I thought that he just didn't like the thought of a finger up his bum."
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I thought it was arousing, just by the sounds he was making when he started riding my hand," she said.
He shuddered and gripped the magazine. "I'd like to try it."
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, stood, and started unzipping his jeans right there in the library.
"Now?" she asked.
Now, a month later, it had become a regular part of their sex life. He loved it. She loved it as well, because the more turned on he became, the more intense lovemaking would occur. She held his cock in her mouth while slowly rimming him to prepare for when she slid her finger in. He spread his legs and leaned against the wall, murmuring unintelligible words while she leisurely sucked him and worked her finger. She slowly slid her finger in until she reached the right spot and crooked her finger.
"Fuck yes," he groaned and pressed against her hand, while she sucked and bobbed on his cock.
In times like this, he felt lost in pleasure. He wasn't a good multi-tasker at times like this, not knowing what felt better; his cock in her mouth or the internal massage he was giving her. So all he could do was enjoy the pleasure and the blush from her face and neck, and he almost came when he saw her other hand move to her quim so she could touch herself.
"Touch yourself," he gasped and continued to pump in and out of her mouth while she vigorously massaged his prostate and sucked on him harder. When she touched her clit, he rode her hand harder and could hold back no more and bellowed his pleasure to the shower walls. He opened his eyes and saw that he was still half-erect.
"We're going to have a time tonight," he said.
"Good," she said and gave him a last lick.
"Tease."
"Good thing the baby's not here, we're going to be noisy."
"Good."
She settled on the bed and smirked when he took a cock ring and his favorite ointment from the bedside drawer.
"So it's going to be that kind of night," she suggested, gestured him forward, and slid the cock ring on him.
She lay on the bed and rested her head on the edge of the bed, her head almost hanging over. They discovered that his cock went much more easily down her throat this way, and he could bend over and work her quim at the same time. She cast a quick charm to relax her throat muscles (eliciting a smile from him) and drew him closer. He sighed when she took him in her mouth again, and she moaned when he laid over her and started batting her already throbbing clit with his tongue. He steadily pumped into her mouth while working her to a shuddering, moaning climax. He stood up straight and massaged his cock, now erect and throbbing once more; even more so with the presence of the cock ring.
"Such a clever little device," she whispered and gently took hold.
She was sitting on the bed with her legs hanging down, so she lay down to invite to do whatever he was planning. He was in one of his extreme sexual moods, so there was no telling what was on his mind. He spread her legs, stepped forward, and thrust in.
"Fuck yes!" she moaned.
He held her legs apart and admired the view, focusing on where his cock was working her welcoming quim. He took hold of her hips, lifted her slightly, and pumped into her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his hips, lost in the pleasure he was giving her, reveling in the slaps of their colliding hips and filthy words slipping from their lips.
"Do me hard!" she urged. "Make me come so hard!"
He shuddered, loving how demanding she was during their lovemaking. With drops of sweat falling to her breasts, he strove to meet her urgent demand.
"I'll pound your cunt, you want that!" he called out and pumped harder and faster.
She shuddered, loving when he talked filthy during their lovemaking. She shrieked when her climax hit, riding his cock, demanding that he make her come again. He lifted her hips and slid a finger into her arse, returning the favor. She groaned and rode his hand while he massaged her clit, watching her to gasp and writhe on the duvet. He ran his cock between her arse cheeks while she murmured how good he was at fucking her. He chuckled and pressed the head of his cock into her arse, groaning at how engorged and sensitive is cock was.
"Yes," she whispered and pressed against him. "Lay down, I want to ride you."
"You're trying to kill me, but what a way to go," he said and lay on the bed.
She straddled him and took it in the arse, getting fully seated with a pleasured groan. She enjoyed the sensation for a few moments and started riding his cock for all she was worth. He felt faint from pleasure, taking in the sounds she was making and praising his cock as she bounced and rocked on it.
"...coming!..." she called out and paused just long enough to pop the cock ring off, coming down on him hard and fast until he was shouting, swearing, and bucking through his own climax. She bounced and rocked more gently until he fell flaccid. He immediately took her in his arms and cuddled under the duvet, both whispering and murmuring their love and appreciation of each other.
October 31, 2010
"Remember Halloween last year?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I almost fell off a burning broom," Hermione said and adjusted Maddie's halo. "Her first Halloween, what do you think?"
"Cute. She's an angel with or without the costume, but the halo looks cute," he said. "Too bad she won't remember it."
Hermione held up a camera. "Which is why we take pictures. Mum dressed Evie the same, so two angels should garner lots of sweets."
At the Grangers, Ian and Grace marveled over their grand-daughter's costume and assured Hermione and Harry that they would be fine.
"You two have a good time. We have two adorable little girls to show-off around the neighborhood," Grace said and tickled Maddie's cheek.
"Are you going to the big party you attended last year?" Ian asked, speaking of the annual All Hallows party at Malfoy Manor. He had a good time helping Harry with his Royal Marine costume the previous year.
"Yes, but no flaming broom rides this year," Hermione said.
At the annual All Hallows party at Malfoy Manor, Harry was a hit as a knight from the Crusades, with his faithful Squire Hermione at his side. After winning the costume contest, Harry and his squire wondered to the extensive stables of the estate.
"You know, squires not only helped their knights don their armor, but they helped then un-don their armor too," Harry said.
"Is un-don even a word?" Hermione asked.
He shrugged.
"So, you want me to help you un-don this armor?" she asked.
He nodded and held up his arms.
"Here? Now? Come on, it's the stables at Malfoy's place," she said and glanced over her shoulder.
"So? We're the only ones here. No one will know but the horses and they'll never tell," he said.
She giggled. "Okay, you talked me into it. But hay better not poke me in the arse."
Four stables away, frolicking on a bale of hay, Ron and Katie froze when they heard their friends enter the stables. They had to cover their mouth and hold their breaths when they heard Hermione talk about hay poking her arse. They heard metallic things fall to the ground, a moist slurping sound, and a gasp from Hermione.
We need to leave! Katie mouthed.
Ron nodded frantically, trying to figure out a way to do just that. Apparation would startle the horses too much and maybe cause a stampede; they could try to sneak out, but they would have to go in front of their friend's stall. Katie winced and closed her eyes when she heard Hermione cry out and beg Harry to fuck her harder.
"Bend over more, squire, I require deeper thrusts," Harry urged and Hermione sighed in approval.
Ron frantically pulled his wand from his pocket and dropped it, the end knocking against the side of the stall. The sound of slapping skin from their shagging friends stopped.
"Someone's here," Hermione whispered.
"Probably a horse," Harry assured her and the sound of shagging continued. "On your knees, squire. I require my cock in your mouth this instant."
"As you wish, Sir Potter."
Ron and Katie could listen to no more. With a good grip on her wand, she cast a disillusionment spell on the two of them. They quickly crept past the two passionate lovers hoping the disillusionment was strong enough.
December 10, 2010
Harry gazed at the newly-finished Potter Manor in awe.
"So, what d'ya think of it, Mister Potter?" Mr. McBride asked.
Grinning at the deep brogue of the accent (reminding Harry of Seamus) Harry turned and faced McBride and a small army of wizards, witches, and elves.
"Simply amazing. The best galleons I've ever spent. You and your workers are to be congratulated," Harry said.
McBride held a key out for him. "It's yours now. A nice Christmas present for your pretty wife, innit?"
Harry's steps echoed throughout the empty manor, thinking that they were going to have so much fun furnishing the entire place. He admired the Italian marble floors, the "swanky tea parlor" and the "austere but classy study" just like Hermione had described on their honeymoon. He went upstairs to what would be their master bedroom. It was just as he pictured; a large corner room with a fantastic view of the creek and lands beyond. He went to the other eight bedrooms and made his next to final stop in the kitchen. It was indeed stupidly big, just as he had heard her whimsically comment about months before.
Last but not least, he followed the corridor that ran through the center of the manor and out to the back garden to the building that held the indoor pool. It was almost exactly like the pool at George V, their honeymoon hotel. He decided right then and there that McBride's Magical Manors would be getting a bigger bonus. He also decided that Christmas Eve would be a good time for the big reveal.