Chapter 24
As he followed his new wife up the stairs Harry decided that every single thing he'd ever been through to get to this moment was worth it. Hermione was exquisite. He knew nothing about fashion but in his mind she made the perfect bride. He also suspected it had little to nothing to do with the dress, but with the way the woman he loved seemed to glow while she was wearing it.
She pulled him into the bedroom and when the door was closed they just grinned at each other.
"So we really did it?" She wondered.
"We did."
"It was kind of perfect."
"It was."
Suddenly, she smirked at him and fell to her knees. He stared at her, his beautiful new wife with the skirt of her wedding gown flared out around her as she made quick work of unfastening his belt. He watched with something like astonishment as she all but yanked his trousers and boxers down his legs. Then, as she always did before she performed this particular act, she nipped and kissed the tattoo that adorned his hip bone, then she quickly moved to take him into her mouth. And as he always did, he gasped.
He gripped the dresser to hold himself up, as the erotic sight of her and feeling of being surrounded by her warm, wet mouth almost had his knees buckling. With his other hand he gently cupped her face. She gazed up at him as she hollowed out her cheeks, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, but he couldn't stand to stop watching her.
She smirked at him again, actually managed to smirk around his length and then she suddenly moved her hands, which had been resting almost innocently on his thighs, grabbed his arse and jerked him towards her, taking him as far as she could manage, never breaking eye contact as she did so.
"Oh fuck," he gasped, as she continued to manipulate his movements so that he was fucking her mouth.
When he couldn't stand it any longer he grasped her arms and hauled her to her feet. She came without protest, but she took her time, licking her lips all the while.
"Was that unsatisfactory?" She asked when they were face to face again, her lips were swollen, her eyes danced with mirth, and her hair had begun to tumble out of the fancy up-do she'd had arranged it in for the wedding. But she still stood in front of him in her pristine white gown.
"You know it wasn't," he captured her mouth with his, he wasn't gentle with her, it was a clash of tongues and even teeth as he nipped at those already swollen lips, hoping to make them more red and more swollen. "But I'm not coming for the first time in your mouth, I'm going to make you my wife properly."
"Oh?" He felt her lips quirk against his in amusement. "What's proper?"
"Well, I'd thought I'd bring you up here and make love to you slow and sweet."
"Uh-uh," she contradicted, "I need you hard and fast."
"Okay, then," he agreed, "you riding me hard and fast...with the dress on."
She grinned at him. "You want to debauch me in my virginal white wedding gown, with all of its implications?"
He chuckled and carressed her back, taking note of the line of buttons that ran from between her shoulder blades all the way down to her tailbone. "Unless I completely hallucinated the last ten minutes or so, you're already fairly debauched. But yes, that's the general idea."
"Alright," she stepped out of his arms and held hers open wide, "how would you like me?"
He bit the inside of his cheek and considered her. But it didn't take him long to decide what to do and he knelt to reach under the hem of her gown, up her leg, and to her hip where he caught hold of a piece of lace that he knew he easily could have ripped apart. He moved his hand to cup her core, she spread her legs as far as the confines of her dress would allow and moaned.
"Sweetheart," he muttered, dipping his fingers under the lace and between her folds, "I'm not sure these even count as underwear."
"They were really only meant to be decorative," she shuddered as she spoke, so he caressed her for a moment longer before abruptly yanking the knickers down her legs.
"I hope I haven't ruined your fun," he said as he rose to his feet.
"Not at all. I'll show them to you at another time."
"Brilliant, as always." He finally stepped completely out of his trousers and boxers as she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt- his jacket had been discarded sometime during the party. When he was completely naked he took her hand and let her to the bed, settling on his back and then crooking a finger in her direction.
She didn't immediately come to him, she allowed her eyes to move up and down his body, an almost feral grin on her face. He just watched her look at him until she lifted her skirts and climbed onto the mattress. She straddled his waist and rubbed herself against him, he closed his eyes, the sensation was almost overwhelming and he wasn't even inside of her yet- he momentarily regretted giving her almost total control.
But she looked so incredibly sexy like this. And then she reached under her dress, took him in hand with a little squeeze and a pump, aligned him with her entrance, and sank down on him. She made this breathy little noise every single time, which was unlike anything Harry had ever heard before, it was his favorite sound in the world.
She hadn't been kidding about wanting it hard and fast, as she almost immediately began pistoning herself on him like she was in some kind of race, she was much rougher on herself than he'd ever dared be with her, no matter how often she assured him that he wouldn't hurt her.
She began clawing at his chest with her eyes screwed shut. Harry looked at her in awe and disbelief, there was something building between them that he couldn't explain, and scared him a little. Their magic crackled around them and he abruptly sat up, wrapping his arms around her.
He managed to undo some of the delicate buttons along her spine, enough so that he could tug the bodice and sleeves down to expose her breasts and pressed them deliciously against his own chest, keeping her pressed tight against him.
Her fingers tunneled into his hair and she tugged it roughly. "Oh God, Harry, so good, but I need…"
"I know sweetheart, it's almost too much, but I've got you, come for me."
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She awoke to the feel of his mouth on her skin. The hollow of her throat, and then down between her breasts where he spent a few minutes lavishing his attention, after that her belly, hips, and then back up again; his path was slightly different as he ascended. He began with her hip bone, then licked his way over the dip of her waist up to the swell of her breast.
Up and down, he varied his route each time. It was hypnotic, it made her feel worshiped. She couldn't bear to open her eyes and face the real world where more than the two of them existed. She could tell that he was aware she was awake and was indulging her without complaint.
Eventually she blinked her eyes open, the light in the room was low. It was morning, but obviously still very early. Harry's concentration was still on her body so she reached down and cupped his face.
"Good morning you insatiable man."
He didn't lift his head but his eyes darted to hers. "I'm not even remotely sorry." He began to make his way back up her body, pausing to flick his tongue into her belly button, then take each of her nipples into his mouth, and place a kiss over her heart. He moved from her side to settle between her legs, she gladly spread them to accommodate him, until he was hovering over her and they were nose to nose.
"You married me," he whispered with a sort of reverence that had her breath catching in her throat.
After a moment, once she regained her composure, she chuckled, cupping his cheek. "I did do that."
He turned his face and kissed her palm. "You're my wife."
"And you're my husband."
"I kind of can't believe it. I never really thought-"
And through the fog of her arousal Hermione still managed to understand what he was experiencing. With the possible exception of Sirius, she was now the only official family he'd had in living memory (because the Dursleys absolutely did not count.) "We belong to each other now, love. You're my family forever. I very much hope that...one day, there will be more of us."
"Me too." He swallowed. "May I have you again?"
"Yes, of course, please."
"Not too sore?"
If she remembered correctly, this was the third time one of them had woken the other up over the course of the night. They had an active sex life by anybody's imagination. But tonight had pushed the limits.
She stretched and flexed experimentally to make sure that she wasn't lying to him. She was sore, but it wasn't a bad feeling. More like that following a really satisfying workout; moreover, parts of her were alerting her to the fact that she very much wanted him again.
"No," she answered, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.
It was everything she thought Harry had assumed their first time as a married couple would be. Slow and thorough with exchanged whispers of love and commitment, their skin was glistening with sweat by the time Harry placed one of her legs over his shoulder and began to move with greater purpose.
"Are you close?" He asked. "I'd like you with me," he murmured against her neck.
"Now, now," she encouraged him as he went still and she could feel him emptying inside of her while her own body fluttered around him. She cried out at the sensation, he moaned and she suddenly realized his cheeks were wet with tears against the skin of her throat.
He fell to her side but didn't release his hold on her and she reached blindly for her wand, relieved to easily locate it on the bedside table. She felt infinitely grateful for magic at this moment that she could clean them up without having to leave him.
She gave him a few moments. "Hi," she murmured eventually, tilting her chin for a kiss. He obliged.
Five minutes later she pulled away with a chuckle, raking her fingernails through his beard, just as she knew he liked. He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, keeping his other arm wrapped around her waist.
"How are you?" He asked, smiling indulgently at her.
"Pretty perfect, and you?"
"Me too." He pursed his lips. "I think we should look into pursuing sex magic."
Hermione nearly choked on her tongue. "What?!"
His eyes lit up with amusement. "I didn't think you were a prude Ms. Granger."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not, as you very well know, you just surprised me."
"Did you think that I was?" He challenged.
"Unless it's been some other wizard sneaking into my bedroom and fucking me into the mattress for months polyjuiced as you, then no. I just didn't know what brought that on, or that you had any interest in sex magic."
"I'm afraid you're stuck with me and only me. And it's not something I'd ever consider practicing casually...but with the witch who willingly bound herself to me for the rest of her life? That sounds like an opportunity I don't want to pass up. Not to mention, I know you felt it Hermione."
"Felt what?" She thought she knew what he was trying to say, but she wanted him to explain it.
"Our magic was reaching for more, I've felt it before, but it was especially apparent last night. There's a whole realm beyond what we've ever experienced that we could explore together. There are aspects of our magic that we can only unlock together given the differences in witchcraft and wizardry."
"Harry," she laughed, cupping the back of his neck and bringing him in to press their foreheads together. "You don't actually need to convince me, I was just surprised, but I do trust you absolutely. And," she blew out a large breath, her heart so full that her chest was tight, "that sounds like an amazing adventure for us to take together."
Author's Note: Thanks to Weestarmeggie for being an amazing alpha/beta. And to the rest of you for reading, and especially to those of you who chimed in and let me know what you'd like to see for the remainder of this fic. Your input was much appreciated. I hope you enjoy this, as well as the rest of the concluding chapters!
