Stripped Bare- Chapter 38

Remembering and Reliving

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.

"Ron, don't you have to get to the Burrow soon?" Harry asked, anxiously checking the clock for the fifth time in as many minutes. Hermione would probably be at the flat any minute and Harry didn't want Ron to postpone their time alone together, they had so little as it was. But the redhead didn't seem to hear him. He was rifling through the bag he'd packed to take with him to the Burrow, and was muttering about a certain item that he couldn't remember if he'd packed or not.

"I have to make sure that I packed those invitations that Mum and Luna had me pick up in Diagon Alley for them. They're for Luna's baby shower."

"She's only three months pregnant."

"Oh, it's not until October, but the store isn't going to be carrying the design that Luna wanted, so they had me go get the rest of the stock that the shopowner could find." He snapped his fingers and hurried back to his room, returning with a large pearl blue box.

"How many people are they inviting?" Harry asked when he saw it.

"All the Weasleys, Luna's family, you, Hermione, Kailah, Maureen, Andrea..."

"I get it!" Harry blurted, thinking that Ron was about to list off everyone they knew. He looked at the clock again as Ron zipped up his bag and shouldered it.

"I'll see you late tomorrow afternoon. Mum and Luna want me to stay after the planning session so that I can get their newest shopping list." He moved over to the Apparition spot and was gone.

"Finally," Harry sighed with relief. He decided to use magic to speed up his preperations and within a few minutes, his bedroom had been transfigured to look like Hermione's favorite place. Outside of a library or bookstore, that was. It was the last place he'd taken her during their holiday.

The two of them mounted his broomstick and after spinning around for a few seconds, just flew off in the direction they'd been pointing and had landed on a small deserted island about a hundred miles off the coast of Greece. Hermione had been enchanted by the view and the clearing they'd found in the woods there. Harry decided to use this spot to show her what it was that he wanted to do with her on his broom. They flew up into the clouds that had been gathering that evening and Harry used the cover to hide them as he cast charms to keep himself and Hermione from slipping from the broomstick. When that was done, he turned her around towards him and slipped a hand down between her slightly parted thighs.

"I want you to ride me while we're flying," he whispered to her as he used his other hand to unbutton her blouse, revealing that she'd decided to go without a bra that night. Her nipples grew instantly hard as the cool air blew across them.

"Are you sure that we'll be safe?" she asked, her breath catching a bit as he lowered his head to capture one of her breasts in his teeth.

"Perfectly safe. We have a protective bubble around us. Believe it or not, I got the idea from Voldemort. He kept that snake in one when he was trying to keep me from killing it, remember?" Her fingers threaded through his hair to hold him close as he teased her peaks to diamond hardness. "I'd been testing the charm at various heights when I had the prototype broom and never fell once." Hermione froze in place.

"Various heights?" she said. Harry nodded. "How high did you go?"

"About right here," he answered, looking down at the darkening ground far below them. Hermione's eyes followed his. She gasped when she saw exactly how high up they were.

"Harry! You could have been killed!" she sqeaked indignantly. "Suppose the charm needed a certain amount of oxygen that couldn't be obtained up here?"

"Hermione, do you really think that I wouldn't have thought of that? I actually did the research on protective spells. I found this one in a family spell book. It's to protect children, and it said that it was guaranteed to keep a weight limit of one hundred and fifty stone from falling. Now," he looked her over and licked both of her nipples again. "I know that you and I combined don't even come near one hundred and fifty stone, so we're safe. I think at the absolute most we weigh nineteen, and that's including the broom. So relax and enjoy this."

"Um, not to put a damper on this, but what are we going to do about our clothes?" Harry chuckled.

"Hermione, you worry too much about things that I've already taken care of." He flicked his wand, their clothing disappeared and a small cloth covered bench seat appeared along the broom's handle to give them a bit more comfort. He resumed licking and nipping at her flushed breasts, the fingers of the hand still between her legs stroking her dampening center. She put one of her arms around his neck to brace herself and dropped her hand to his already stone hard erection, sliding from base to tip and back as he delved his fingers deeper into her wetness.

"Oh my God, Harry," Hermione sighed. She closed her eyes when her hair fluttered into them as they soared higher into the cloud cover, the Hurricane moving along unerringly through the fluffy mass. She was enjoying the way the breeze created by the broom's movement felt on her body and couldn't wait to experience what Harry had told her that they were up here to do.

"Come here," he ordered, pulling away from her nipples and lifting her to envelope his member in her tight sheath. She moaned as his cock pressed against her inner pleasure center while his thumb relentlessly stimulated her clit, sending her into an orbital orgasm. When she came back to reality, she started to do exactly as he had requested by riding him.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "This is even better than I thought it would be!" Hermione's eyes met his and she was enthralled by how glazed and glassy they looked in the heat of passion. This being the first time she'd seen them like this in an outdoor setting, she felt herself get even wetter, and Harry's cock slid in and out of her faster and faster as she frantically bounced on his lap. The breeze turned into a wind as the Hurricane picked up speed and their moans and gasps were soon drowned out by the noise of the air around them.

Hermione threw her head back and let out a barely heard scream when a series of orgasms flowed over her and the contractions from her walls made Harry's release slam into him with the force of the Hogwarts Express. His own cry was swallowed by the wind rushing past them as they sped through the sky. The broom began to slow down as they panted and clung to each other, finally stopping when their heartbeats had returned to normal.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked, looking down and seeing nothing but water below them. Harry, having miraculously managed to hold onto his wand during all their activity, placed it flat on one palm and recited the spell that had helped him back in the maze challenge during their fourth year. The wand spun around in his hand, stopping to point in a direction somewhere over his left shoulder.

"Our tent is that way," he said, indicating the direction with a jerk of his head. Hermione began to shiver as another breeze floated over them. Harry helped her turn back around on the broom and after wrapping his arms around her to keep her warm, they started back to their campsite.

"Harry?" He shook his head as Hermione's voice brought him back to the present.

"Be right there!" he called in answer. One more flick of his wand and the room was finished. He nodded with satisfaction and went out to find his fiancée sitting on the sofa, softly chuckling to herself.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"My mother. She devised a whole plan for me to get here tonight. She even had a backup plan ready if my father didn't fall asleep before midnight." She told him what her mother had come up with and stood up. "Now, why did you want me to wear this? I had to go to all the trouble to change clothes twice tonight, and I'm not intending to stay dressed for long, you know. It would just have been easier for me to stay in my pajamas."

"Because I wanted to have the fun of seeing you in that shirt again." Hermione looked down at the silk and spandex halter she was wearing.

"Why?"

"Because I want to see how hard your nipples can get against it," Harry answered and took her hand to lead her to the bedroom.

"But I have a bra on underneath it."

"Not for long," he said and flicked his wand as they walked down the corridor. Hermione felt the inside of the soft fabric and her nipples instantly began to pebble from the new friction. Harry led her into his bedroom and she gasped.

"Oh, Harry! This is wonderful!"

"You like it?" he asked grinning.

"It's perfect. This is the clearing from that island off Greece, isn't it?" He nodded.

"You remember what we did that night? When we went up on my broom?"

"Of course, but what I remember more was what we did in the waterfall when we had come back down." Harry held up a hand and led her to the far side of the transfigured clearing and pulled aside a curtain of vines. On the other side was a replica of said waterfall that fell into a mid-thigh depth pool.

"How did you keep me from hearing it?" she asked.

"How else? Silencio." He removed the charm and helped her up onto the ledge of the pool. She heard not the sound of water, but the song that she had pursuaded Harry to dance with her to after he'd proposed to her. He'd initially laughed when she'd insisted that they dance to Kylie Minogue's I Can't Get You Out Of My Head when she'd found it on the wireless that she'd enchanted to work without batteries, but had become more and more turned on as she'd twisted and turned with him in the clearing where he'd hidden her ring.

"Thinking of trying to get me in bed, Potter?" she smirked, reaching up to slide the straps of her top off her shoulders.

"It crossed my mind," he answered, tugging his own shirt over his head and joining her. He watched the water swirling around her legs and beckoned her closer so he could reach the fastenings.

"I'm soaked now, you realize that, don't you?" she said as he lowered his head to her breasts.

"I want you that way."

"You mean from the water, or from what you're doing?" she sighed in pleasure. Her head fell back into the stream of warm water.

"Both," he said, continuing to nibble on her flushed skin. He succeeded in undoing her jeans and slid a hand inside, moving her skimpy briefs asided to finger her clit.

"Harry!" she gasped.

"I want you out of this," he whispered, moving his mouth up to the pulse point in her throat. "Now." She pulled away and shoved the sopping denim from her legs, nearly toppling in her hurry to rid herself of them. Harry caught her arm before shed fell and brought her back up against his chest.

"What about you?" she giggled. He grinned at her and summoned his wand from where he'd dropped it upon entering the room. His own clothes were gone a second later and Hermione wasted no time in sinking to her knees and taking Harry's entire length down her throat.

"Do you know how hot you look down there?" he groaned. She looked up at him as she licked and sucked his member, adding a hand near his base while the other ran over her pebbled nipples just under the water. Harry reached down to pull her up a second later, to which Hermione announced her displeasure.

"But I wasn't done," she complained, but was immediately assauged when she heard his reply.

"I want to do the same to you." He sat her on the edge of the wall around their little waterfall and pushed her knees apart. Hermione assisted by lifting both legs and laying them over his shoulders as he sank down to feast on her sopping pussy.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione whimpered while his tongue flicked over her clit and darted in and out of her dripping hole.

"Tell me," Harry asked.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you want me to do to you right now."

"Finger fuck me." Harry grinned up at her and inserted two fingers into her tunnel. Hermione's head fell back and she cried out her orgasm, her hands clenching in Harry's hair. "Don't stop, Harry, don't stop!" He added another finger and she screamed even louder with another orgasm when his thrusts began to gain speed, but she again voiced her dismay when he pulled away the next minute.

"I have to be inside you," he said, and lowering her legs to rest around his waist, lifted her off the wall. One of Hermione's arms went around his neck and a grin formed on her mouth as she reached between them to guide his cock into her waiting opening. They sighed as Harry reached his hilt, both staying completely still until Hermione could no longer bear it.

"Do it, Harry," she groaned, begging him to fuck her with bucking movements of her hips. He moaned and did just as she asked. "Oh my GOD! Haaaaaarrrrrryyyyyyy!" From the angle his erection was penetrating her from, he was pressing tight against her hot spot, and climaxes started rolling through her body, one on top of the other. She didn't know if she could handle much more of this!

"I want you to come home," he whispered, slowing his thrusts to prolong their delicious agony, and held her closer to his chest.

"Harry, do we have to talk about this now?" Hermione panted, ready to cum again and 'any' conversation not associated with what they were doing was going to ruin it for her.

"Not right now, no. But I do want to talk about it sometime before you leave tomorrow." He was starting to feel the familiar sensations that told him he was going to explode, so he fell silent and resumed his former pace. One, two, three more orgasms for her and Harry reached his own with a yell that said his throat was going to be raw for the next few days.

'How long had that been building up?"

"Since the last time we made love," he croaked. The look on her face showed the evidence she was impressed at his willpower. "Accio," Harry said hoarsly, summoning his wand from the floor. He conjured towels from leaves of a close-by fern, then returned their surroundings to their usual appearance. Hermione wrapped the towel he handed her around her body and walked over to the bed, flopping lengthwise on it with a sigh.

"This feels so good!. I forgot how comfortable your bed is."

"You could sleep in it every night if you came home," he said, settling down next on the bed as well and cuddling up to her. The conversation didn't go any farther though, as both of them were asleep the next minute.