Okay so this is my first fan fiction that has smut in it. I don't normally write it so it might be a bit cringy. I did my best. Enjoy!
"Hermione?" A soft voice came from behind her as she lay, on her side, in bed next to her husband.
She lay still, pretending to be asleep. Not wanting him to know that she was crying silently.
Harry tried to gently shake her "awake" but to no avail. After several more minutes of trying to coerce her to look at him, he sighed, gave up and walked out of the bedroom. What was with her lately? He thought.
The couple had a lovely day as they went to the market together to pick out fresh produce for the weeks' worth of meals. They had a wonderful time together as they laughed and talked but somewhere in that wonderful day, Hermione's mood began to change. Every time after that, any time he tried to hold her or touch her, she would pull away from him. It was completely unlike Hermione at all to distance herself from him. He had to know what was wrong.
As he sat in the kitchen pondering about his wife, he heard the door to the bathroom open. He had not thought much about it until he heard crying coming from the room. He made his way hurriedly and deftly to the door of the bathroom where he pressed his ear to listen to her. She was sobbing. Immediately, his heart felt like it had been ripped in half. He hated when she cried. But why was she crying?
"Hermione?" he called out to her gently. "Are you alright?"
He heard her rummaging around as she sniffled back the tears to sound like her normal self. "I'm fine, Harry. I'll be out in a minute." It had taken her around fifteen minutes to come out of the bathroom. Harry had waited outside of the room, sitting on the floor, waiting for her to emerge. When she did, she was surprised to see Harry still there. She was sure he had gone to sleep. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry I took so long. I was just taking off my makeup from today. I had forgotten to and I wanted to take it off before going to sleep." She started to make her way to the bedroom when Harry caught her wrist.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked her, wanting to know why she felt the need to lie to him. "Why have you been avoiding me since this afternoon?"
She let out a slight scoff. "Harry, why on earth would I avoid you?"
"That's what I would like to know." He retorted. Harry gently placed his hand on the side of her face and pulled it close to his. "What's wrong, Hermione?"
Hermione was always a sucker for his eyes and right now they were so close to hers that she could see her reflection. She was not going to give in that easily, however. Not tonight. "Harry, I don't want to talk about it tonight."
"So, there is something wrong."
"Harry-" She tried to walk away.
He took her hands in his to stop her. "No, 'Mione. If something is bothering you I am not going to back down until I find out what it is."
Hermione took a deep breath. "Answer me this, Harry." She looked back into his expectant green pools. "Do you still love me?"
Harry was completely floored by the question. "What do you mean? Of course, I love you. Hermione, what is this about?"
"Harry, I noticed that lately you have not been as attentive…" She paused for a moment before saying, "sexually." When she saw the confusion on his face, she spoke more quickly. "I'm not blaming you. I mean, I know why."
"Really?" said Harry confused at what she was getting at. "Because we made love just last night and you did not seem to have a problem with my performance."
Hermione shook her head. "I know, Harry, and it was wonderful. But I could tell your mind was elsewhere. I felt like I wasn't holding your attention the way I used to. I know I've gained weight since the wedding. I know that I'm not as thin as I once was." She rested her hands on her stomach where she had gained about thirty pounds since their wedding day just two years previous. Hermione looked at it everyday wishing she had not let herself go. That her husband looked at her the same way he did on that night.
"What are you talking about, Hermione?" Harry was floored. He had no idea what she was talking about. "You are the sexiest woman in the world to me. Where is this coming from suddenly?"
"Harry, it just seems like the romance isn't there anymore." Tears were starting to spill from her eyes. "I mean, I understand that after getting married, people fall into a rut but…"
"But what?"
"But I just haven't felt very desirable lately." She finished. "Harry, I just want to go to bed. Anything you say or do right now will only be out of pity and I can't handle that." Hermione rushed to the bedroom and closed the door behind her, tears flowing freely as she sobbed into her hands.
Harry looked at the door in complete shock. How could she not feel desirable? He thought, utterly confused. I adore every inch of that woman. He did, however, must admit that lately he had been distracted with work. The Ministry was conducting raids on those remaining few that were thought to have ties to the Death Eaters, and he had been completely swamped with work. But this was no excuse. If his wife was feeling neglected, then there was only one thing to do. Prove just how deep his love for her went. If she wanted romance, then he was going to plan the most romantic day of her life.
Two Days Later
Harry had planned on talking to Hermione the next day, but he had not seen her at all. He figured that she went into work early because she was too embarrassed to face him after her confession last night. However, she did not come back after her shift at work. Very un-Hermione like. He had called Hermione's parents to find out that she had gone to their house after work. Mrs. Granger told him that she still seemed upset, but she would not tell her why.
"Don't worry, Viv." Harry assured her. "I know what's wrong. And I am going to do everything in my power to set things right."
"I know you will, dear."
"Can you do me a favor, though?" he asked.
"Anything. What can I do to help?" She was determined to get the two back in each other's good graces. Vivian did not know the details of what had happened, but she knew the two must be having troubles. She had come to see the boy as a son to her and when the two of them wed, she could not have been happier.
"Please, keep her there with you until tomorrow evening." Harry begged. "I will fix this, but I need time. Can you take her shopping or something in the meantime? Anything to lift her spirits."
"Of course, Harry." Before hanging up, she added. "Good luck, dear."
Harry had everything in place. He went over everything in his mind one final time to make sure everything was perfect. He needed perfect tonight and he knew as soon as he saw her, no matter what, that perfect was exactly what he would have.
Hermione walked through the front door, shopping bags in her left hand and an iced coffee in her right. She had to admit that today had been the kind of day that she needed. Her mother had taken her to a muggle mall near their home after she had spent the night, much to the persistence from her mother. Retail therapy was exactly what she had needed to put her in the right frame of mind to talk to Harry again. She felt terrible for the things that she had said to him. She knew that he was facing so much stress at work. It was not fair of her to blame him for her own insecurities.
She deposited the shopping bags onto the kitchen table, when she saw a note on the refrigerator.
My sweetest love,
You were right about me. I haven't been paying you the attention that you deserve. I want to make it up to you. Go to the bedroom for a surprise. Take a shower and get ready, then, when you are ready, text me and I will come and get you.
Love,
Your insanely in love husband
Hermione looked at the note and laughed at the signature. She, of course, knew that Harry loved her. She never once truly doubted it. But right now, in the moment, she was very curious what he had up his sleeve.
She walked to the bedroom and pushing the door open, she saw, lying on her bed, a beautiful, black cocktail dress. She gasped as she took the material in her hands to admire it. Next to the dress were a new pair of diamond earrings, necklace, bracelet, and a light, transparent black shall. On the floor were a new pair of red stiletto pumps. "Harry," she whispered to herself.
Once she had snapped out of her surprised state, Hermione did what the letter instructed and taken a shower. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she contemplated what sort of hair style she should wear and settled for putting her hair up in an elegant ponytail, making sure to purposely have some tendrils framing her face. She knew Harry loved it when she wore her hair like this, but she thought it she did it too often then the novelty would wear off for him. Now that she had thought about it, she had not worn her hair like this since their wedding day. She applied just the slightest amount of makeup on before setting off to the bedroom to get dressed. Suddenly, as she picked up the dress, she had an idea. She rushed into the kitchen to get one of her bags from shopping and pulled out its contents. This would be perfect, she thought to herself proudly.
After dressing, she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw there made her jaw drop. The dress was as gorgeous as she thought it would be but never imagined the transformation it would make to her. She could not believe the woman that stared back at her was her own reflection. How long had it been since she truly felt this beautiful?
When she regained her composure, she text Harry to let him know that she was ready. Hearing the front door open a few minutes later, she took another deep breath, threw the shall around her shoulders before opening the door and making her way down the stairs.
Harry was standing in a black tuxedo, complete with cummerbund, at the bottom of the stairs of their beautiful home near the front door, waiting for the witch he loved more than anything on this planet. When he heard the heels on the wooden floor he looked up and thought he would collapse. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the banister for support as he looked at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. Hermione, slowly, came down the stairs revealing, first, her shapely legs that he adored especially when wrapped around him. Calm yourself, Potter. The red heels were a very sexy addition. Next her waist came into sight as she descended another stair, the waist that he loved to wrap his arms around. Taking another step, her chest and neck came into view. He had to stop his mind from wandering before she descended further down the steps to reveal her gorgeous face. Her hair was up, making easy access to her neck, just the way he liked it. He loved kissing her neck and-Oh my God, Potter, stop! If he had not made plans, he would have taken her right there on the stairs, but he was determined to make her night a special one. Opening his dry mouth, he cleared his throat before saying, "Hermione." He took her hand to help her down the rest of the steps. "You look-you're stunning!"
She smiled at his stammering voice. "Thank you, but Harry, this outfit must have cost you-".
Holding up his hand, he stopped her from continuing. "No, I want to show you just how beautiful and desirable you are to me." He kissed her hand. "I have a lot planned for us tonight, my dear."
Hermione was speechless. Harry had never been this romantic in his life. All she could do for the moment was nod. Harry pulled her closer to him and they apparated.
When they had arrived at their destination, Harry took her left hand and placed it around his right arm.
"My lady, shall we?" He gestured with his left hand for her to start walking forward.
Hermione smiled up at him. This was so unlike Harry to be so gentlemanly. Of course, he could be romantic when he wanted to be, but he had not been this attentive in such a long time.
They arrived at a restaurant on a quiet street. It was around five in the evening and as Hermione looked around at the different buildings around her and surrounding the street, she came to realize that she recognized the architecture. "Harry?" She looked to her husband and noticed a smile playing on his face.
"Figured it out, did you?" he laughed.
"Harry," she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. "What are we doing in Paris?"
Still smiling, Harry turned to her. "Well, I know that you used to come here with your parents on summer holidays. In fact, your mother helped me plan tonight." Hermione reached up to place her hand on the side of his face. Kissing her palm, Harry continued, "This night is all about you, my love." He gave her a once over. "Did I mention that you look wonderful in that dress?"
If she could, Hermione would have jumped in his arms and snogged him senseless, but he had gone to so much trouble to create a truly magical night for her.
The couple were seated inside the restaurant, tucked away in an intimate corner with no one else around them. It was perfect. Speaking in French, Hermione had ordered for them as Harry did not know the language. Even though he rarely heard it, Harry had always found it sexy.
"Is something wrong?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry over her glass of wine.
Harry looked at her as she sat across from him, her legs crossed at the knee, nursing her drink. He suppressed a moan before saying, "Hermione, I want to apologize to you." She opened her mouth to speak but Harry held his hand up to stop her. "No, please, let me finish. I'm sorry. I thought a lot about what you said the other night. About me being distracted and you're right. I've had so much going on at work that I haven't been giving you the attention you need." He shook his head and gestured to his wife. "I mean, what idiot would ignore the needs of a woman like you, Hermione. I don't deserve you. You have been my best friend for thirteen years and you've done everything in your power to be by my side throughout everything. Well, it's your turn. This night is a turning point for us. It is my turn to take care of you and I promise to do that for the rest of my life. This night is to show you that I am serious and that you deserve everything you have ever wanted." He raised his glass of wine out in front of him to make a toast. "To you, Hermione. To us and our love."
Hermione felt the tears starting to fall, when she reached over to take his hand in hers. "Harry, that was beautiful. And you are the best husband that I could ever hope for. When I was growing up, I did not have any friends until I met you and Ron. Never in a million years would I have thought that my first friend, would end up being the man of my dreams. Harry, you are already too good to me. I know that you are concerned about work. You should not have to worry about my insecurities. I was being over emotional the other day."
"It's my job to worry about you, 'Mione." Harry said. "And you have nothing to be insecure about. You have needs and I want to be sure I meet them."
Something in her belly shifted from carnal excitement. Oh, I have needs, alright. She thought. She would be sure to give into those needs later. "Well, you are certainly doing a good job so far." Hermione smiled at Harry.
Their food came a moment later and they began to eat while continuing their casual conversation.
When they had finished, Harry had gotten up from his seat and reached his hand out to assist her in getting up. Rising from her seat, she looked up into the adoring eyes of her husband. "Harry, this has been an amazing night…"
Harry shook his head. "Oh, we aren't finished yet, love." Receiving a look of confusion on her face, he continued, "I have a few more tricks up my sleeve."
"Harry, you really don't have to do any more." Protested Hermione. Her response was a finger against her lips. She had no choice it seemed but to follow him.
"Before we continue, I need to blindfold you, though." Said Harry sheepishly. Hermione raised an eyebrow to him. "This part is the biggest surprise." She nodded and the next thing she knew, her vision was blocked by a piece of silk cloth. "Now, hold on to me."
She felt Harry put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, to which she responded by wrapping her arms around his waist. Before she could wonder where they were going, she felt them apparate.
As their feet hit solid ground, Hermione went to take the cloth from her eyes as she was eager to see where they had landed but Harry stopped her.
"Not yet, love." He took both of her hands in his and felt him guide her to a certain area. She was beginning to feel like a child that was being spun around before hitting a piñata at a birthday party when he stopped her. "Hermione, more than anything I wanted to bring you somewhere that would mean as much to you as you mean to me."
The anticipation was killing her. There were so many places in Paris that meant the world to her and held so many memories. Which one could he possibly be thinking of? She did not have long to ponder this before Harry removed the scarf from her eyes to reveal…
"Oh, Harry," Fresh tears were streaming down her face for what seemed like the hundredth time that night as they took in her surroundings. The night sky was the perfect backdrop for the building in front of her. Bright lights illuminated the triangular glass building. "You brought me to the Louvre, Harry." She turned to him and placed a hand on his chest. "How did you know?"
Harry shrugged. "Your mother told me that this was one of the things you wanted to do in your lifetime so I thought it would be nice if we were to share this together. And there's more…" He led her to the front of the building but before entering, he continued, "I managed to get the two of us in privately. We will have the whole place to ourselves to look at the art." When she looked at him it was a mixture of amazement and wonder. "It seems that even in muggle Paris, the name Potter has it's perks." He winked at her and she smiled.
"Harry, this…this is too much."
"Hush, my love. Nothing is too much for you." He bowed to her and ushered her forward. "Shall we?"
The two of them spent the next three hours perusing some of the most famous pieces of art in the world. Even Harry, who knew close to nothing about real art, could not help but get choked up when he saw the real Mona Lisa in front of him.
When it had gotten close to ten o'clock, Harry told her that he had one more surprise for her. "Hermione, as you probably know, the Louvre is so large that there is no way that we could do this in one day. That's why I booked us a hotel in wizarding Paris for the next month to take in all the sights that it could offer for us. I've already contacted your office and took care of everything. Kingsley was more than happy to help take over the workload while you were away."
Hermione could not believe what he had just said. Surely, he was joking. A whole month in Paris with the man that she loved. He was mad! He would not lie to her, though, and she knew this. She strode up to Harry, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with everything she had. Hermione had been wanting this all night but right now, she was on fire.
He returned her enthusiasm and wrapped his arms around her. By the judge of this kiss, he had done well in planning the night and with a whisper of "Harry, I need you" in his ear, he was about to prove to his wife just how attractive she was to him.
The two lovers burst through the door of their hotel room, a beautiful suite that normally they would adore but right now they had more important things on their minds.
Their mouths fused together in a hungry battle as they closed the door, Harry pushing Hermione against the back of it. He stopped his assault on her mouth to give attention to her neck as he kissed, licked and nibbled his way down the tantalizing flesh. Hermione moaned as she felt him leaving a mark on her neck. A promising start to what was sure to be an exciting night. She guided his face back to hers and continued their passionate tirade as his hands found their way to her ass. Pulling it closer to him, she got a preview of what pleasures she would be experiencing tonight. Hoisting her up, Harry wrapped her legs around his waist, something he had been dying to do since he saw her come down the stairs of their humble abode. Her hands were tangled in his hair, never once breaking their contact.
Harry carried her over to their enormous king-sized bed, where he sat on the edge of it, Hermione still straddling his waist. She felt his arousal under her, and she gave a growl of pleasure deep in her throat. There was no doubting that tonight, his thoughts were all on her…and she loved it. This did not mean that she was not going to have a little fun with him as she began grinding her hips against his. Harry pulled her down further into his lap allowing her to feel him even more. As if to say, "If you are going to play, then so am I".
Beginning to slide her dress off her shoulders, he noticed fabric that he had never seen before. He broke apart from her, something she protested by giving a soft whimper, to say, "You sly little fox. You bought new lingerie, didn't you?"
Hermione smirked. "I guess you'll have to find out, won't you?"
His hands were behind her back in an instant to unzip her dress while her mouth found his Adam's apple where she began kissing, making him groan. Soon he had her dress lying around her waist and he flipped her over so that she was lying on the bed with him towering over her. He finished taking the dress off her and discarding it to the side as he looked down at the sexiest sight. What beauty and grace the dress brought to her already wonderful features, this lingerie accentuated every bit of her luscious curves. It was all black, see-through and a perfect mixture between classy and slutty. He felt himself getting harder as he looked at the woman underneath him, who was looking at him expectantly. He leaned over her, balancing on his elbows as he attacked her mouth yet again. Moments later, Harry broke apart to kiss down her neck and then moved aside the strap of her lingerie from her shoulder, exposing her breast. He looked at her, her eyes fluttering shut at each contact he made, taking the perfectly shaped mound into his mouth, began to suck gently.
Her response was immediate as she wrapped her legs around his back, heels still on, which Harry liked very much. She arched her back against him and began crying out in pleasure. He paid equal attention to its twin and spent several minutes driving her crazy.
However, he was not the only one who could play these teasing games. Gaining some composure back, she managed to flip him on his back so that she could be on top. "Harry Potter, you have done more than enough today to prove to me that you love me." She took his hand in hers and guided it across her body until he began caressing her body on their own. This fueled her and when she said, "Now, this 'sly little fox' is going to give you everything she's got" she did so in a low, sultry voice that sent a chill right down Harry's spine and made him stiffen in anticipation.
Taking his hands from her sides, she pinned them above his head while she kissed him hard, grinding her hips into his. When she came up for air, she crawled backwards until she was standing at the foot of the bed, where she looked at him with hungry eyes before snapping her fingers. The tuxedo had vanished leaving Harry completely naked and the moan that caught in his throat was unmistakable. Smiling at her handiwork, she kneeled in between Harry's legs and began massaging the inside of his thighs which send his hips bucking involuntarily. He groaned with satisfaction as she slowly moved her way closer and closer to his cock which was now throbbing for her.
Leaning over, Hermione grabbed his member and began her work as she started stroking him slowly before opening her mouth to take the tip. She began suckling at the tip, softly nibbling the sensitive flesh. Harry's hissing from above her only encouraged her forward as she slid her tongue around him before finally taking him fully into her mouth. As she bobbed up and down slowly, Harry thought we would lose his mind. The tease! He thought, trying his best to hold back until the timing was perfect. The things that she was doing to him now were far from the usual way she did things and he was loving every moment of it. He did not want her to stop, but if she did not stop now, it would be too late.
"'Mione, baby. I'm gonna-:
As soon as she heard these words, she stopped and sat up straight. She was not done with him yet, but she did not want him to finish so soon.
Harry sat up and tore the lingerie off his wife before bringing her down onto his cock. She gasped at the abrupt entry, but she did not complain one bit. She loved having him inside of her and this was one of her favorite positions. As she straddled his waist again, he began grinding himself deeper into her as she gave out cries of pleasure. Placing a hand on her face, he guided her face to his and began kissing her deeply as his other hand kept her steady on his cock. "You…are…absolutely...ravishing, my dear." Said Harry, thrusting into her with each word. "I've wanted to do this to you all day."
"Mm, me too, Harry."
Hermione was reaching her climax, although she was not so sure that she wanted this to end so soon. Before she had time to even contemplate, Harry growled from deep within and stood up with her in his arms. Placing her feet on the ground, she was astonished when Harry spun her around and stood behind her. With a hand on her back, he gently pushed so that she was bending over on all fours on the bed before kneeling on the bed himself and quickly, before she could say anything, thrust into her from behind. Hermione gave a loud and passionate yelp as he continued to pound into her. He went deeper and deeper until he felt fully immersed inside of Hermione before he pressed himself against her arched back, grabbing her breasts in his large, calloused hands.
This was enough to send Hermione over the edge. She could not hold it in any longer. With a strangled "Heeerrrmiiionnne" from Harry in her ear, she hit her climax and a few moments after her husband had done the same.
Gasping for air, the two lay on their backs on the bed, spent from the most incredible love making session they had ever experienced.
"That…that was…" said Harry, failing to find the words to describe it.
"Phenomenal!" finished Hermione. She turned on her side to look at him, chest still heaving as she caught her breath. "Harry, this was the sweetest thing you've ever done for me. Thank you for everything! I love you so much!"
Turning towards her, he saw a tear in her eye. Carefully, since his legs felt like jelly, he stood up and beckoned his wife to follow him. He led them over to the window of their hotel room and gestured for her to look outside.
Hermione followed his gaze to see the Eiffel Tower, lit in a variety of different colors and dominating the background. Her jaw dropped in amazement as she had always loved watching the tower when she was little.
"Hermione, every morning I wake up and think that I can't possibly love you any more than I already do. But then," he looked over at her, "I see your shining face as you make breakfast, or read the paper, or just lay in bed sleeping and I fall in love with you all over again. Every day that happens." He kissed her in the light of the tower. "You deserve Paris, love. You deserve the world. And like I say every day, even though I know tomorrow I'll be proven wrong, there is nothing in this world that can make me love you more than I do right now."
Hermione wiped the tears away from her eyes before looking at Harry again. "What about tonight?"
Harry looked confused. "What?"
"What if I can make you love me even more tonight?" she inquired.
"I don't quite understand what you are trying to say, love. Of course, I love you tonight." Smiled Harry innocently.
Hermione shook her head and walked to the other side of the room, fishing in her handbag for something that Harry could not see. When she found what she was looking for, she hid it behind her back and said, "There's something I haven't told you yet, Harry." She took her hands from behind her back to reveal a white, plastic stick that showed two blue lines. "I'm pregnant."
Harry looked at her in disbelief. Taking the pregnancy test in his hands, he looked from it to Hermione and back again. "You're pregnant?" Hermione nodded. "I'm-I'm gonna be a daddy?"
Hermione's hand shot to her mouth to keep her from sobbing as the tears rushed down her cheeks. Seeing his expression was too precious because she knew just how much he had been wanting this to happen. After several years of failed attempts, they had finally done it.
Harry stammered, "But- But, I saw you drinking wine tonight."
Hermione shook her head. "One of the perks of speaking French is that you don't understand what I'm saying. I told the waiter to make my drink non-alcoholic so that you wouldn't notice the difference." Harry laughed disbelievingly at her brilliance. "The day we went to the market, I was feeling dizzy and nauseous so while you were in the shower after we came home, I ran to the shop next door to buy a pregnancy test. When you were trying to wake me that night, I had not actually been asleep, and I was feeling very emotional because I had gained weight. When you left the bedroom, I decided to take the test."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked. "If you knew you were pregnant, why continue on with the charade of being self-conscious?"
"Harry, it wasn't a charade." Said Hermione. "I did feel self-conscious, but I was crying because I was so happy. We finally did it, love. After trying for so long. We did it!"
Harry took her in his arms and began sobbing himself. "You've made me the happiest man in the world. I love you, Hermione."
"I love you, too, Harry."