Thorfinn woke up differently. He was in the same place he expected to be and the warmth of his witch was as welcome as it had been these last weeks. The boneless feelings though. Those were different. She was still sleeping and she didn't move. Her leg was slung over his waist and her chest against the side of his. Her naked skin was pressed against his. It was as if he was made of jelly or something. His relaxation increased further at processing their current situation and how they had gotten here.
Watching his witch flush at the suggestion he made was just another thing that was better than his fantasies had been. He could see her pupils dilate and then he thought about it too. Not a quick memory but that day.
'Please Finn.' It was all she had said. He had put his fingers in front of her face and watched her lick her lips. Then he had reached down and ran them over her and him before wiping it on her lips. Murmuring that she would have to be quiet. Then he was trying not to come as she moaned around the fingers in her mouth and clenched around the ones inside of her tight heat.
When her head pulled away from him, he let her and stilled, waiting for her to speak. It always worked out well for him. Then she quietly said she wanted to see him come when she did and it had nearly not happened. The way her eyes were fixed on his cock and the way she licked her lips when he pumped up and down while she watched. Then he had done it. Kept himself together until she had gushed on his fingers and he had watched her watch him drip onto the fingers in her.
Now he thought about last night and how much different it had been.
She wasn't as uncertain and he was more desperate. The way she had helped him divest her of her knickers had been enough that he was leaking all over his boxers when she toed them down at his reluctance. He had sat back from her then. Knowing that if he felt her, hot and wet, it would be over. On his knees between her legs he had watched her fist the bedding beneath them when he traced her seam.
The pink colour of her arousal was as gorgeous as he remembered and her whiskey eyes were locked on his. Then they flicked down to his hand between her legs and he had known then, what she wanted. His finger sinking into her was enough that he closed his eyes for a moment. When he looked up she was watching him and those eyes were intent on his face. Knowing he couldn't do it. Couldn't do this for long but wanting, needing to see her cum was the impetus for the firm brush of his thumb against her clit and then he curled the finger in her and pumped twice into her before he heard it.
The low keen and he couldn't help but touch himself then. His grip was firm but it wouldn't slow him down much. Her eyes left his then and he groaned lowly.
"Fuck me. You are so hot. Fuck." She had moaned and his words were like tinder as she squirmed against him. Pressing into his fingers and he added a second one. Revelling in the way she panted and then threw her head back. Yes. This was beyond anything. She was so tight on his fingers and he could feel her wetness drip down the back of his hand. Fuck it all. A low sound came out of him and her eyes opened.
There was all of the fire he had dreamed about. Her hands were on his shoulders and she scratched his arms lightly as she watched his hands. Then he felt it. He was going to cum. Right now and his groan made her tighten and that was it. He could barely see and thought he swayed as his world exploded. His hand didn't stop though and before he was done she was coming on his hand and he thought he might pass out.
Then her soft hands were pulling at him and he let himself rest on her chest when she wandlessly cleaned them up.
Thorfinn had rolled them until she was resting on him and then pulled the blankets up to cover them and she had spelled their teeth and bodies clean. Now he was here and so happy. So fucking happy. His mind was beginning to work for more than replaying their sexual escapades and he felt himself get emotional. It wasn't much at first and then he began thinking about her and what it meant. What it meant to her. The look on her face in the mirror when she placed his hand on her scars and how she had looked at him with such softness when he spoke to her. The grin at his choppy words and her smiles.
The first tear fell and he just started the counted breathing and hoped he wouldn't sob. When she shifted and he was glad he had fourteen of those breaths to calm down. Then he tested his wandless magic and was relieved to feel his face dry and the pillow beneath his head.
"Morning." Her voice was rough and he watched her as her eyes blinked once and then closed. It was a few seconds before they opened and looked at the chest she was on and then up at his face. He felt her tense and smiled at her. Trying not to make it sappy. She would worry about him then and she didn't need to be.
"Morning." Then he grinned at her and she blushed a gorgeous pink in response to the smugness in his expression.
"I always wanted to keep you but you never stayed. This is way better." He wasn't smiling now but she was and it was perfect.
"I wanted to. We can now." Her words were like a promise and he touched her cheek. Then watched her eyes fill and knew she was going to cry. Her attempt at a smile was wobbly and he just hugged her to him and let her weep into his chest. Then spelled them dry when it stopped and waited for her to look at him again.
"I'm hungry and want a shower." She nearly whined the words and he chuckled and then laughed at her scowl.
"Breakfast in bed first or all civilized and clean?" He asked her and she looked shocked at the notion of eating in her bed which was funny too.
"No. Siggy will try for that all the time then." She meant it and he smiled at her resistance. Siggy had told him a few things and it was funny. The pop of the elf entering was perfect timing.
"Little cub be's hungry." The elf said and Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"I am though. How about in the sitting room then. I forgot it was a post less than fun event breakfast." Her voice made it clear this was something she looked forward to and he held her to him when she would have gotten up. Needing something to make this feel like less of a lucky accident or one off. She stilled and then looked at him in question.
"This didn't wreck anything?" It was a question but he didn't phrase it as one. He made it a statement so she would understand what he meant. Her face didn't show much and then she smiled at him. A smug one that had the expected reaction and she chuckled at him when he groaned his lust at her expression.
"There is hollandaise on these mornings. Come on." Then she was trying to escape and he let her go.
"Min! Dad!" Soren was hollering for them as the floo chimed and Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the little boys enthusiasm. This morning had been so good. All of it. Waking up with Finn and their breakfast in dressing gowns had been funny. The elves assured them everyone needed dressing gowns and that they had been prepared. Siggy had his ears straight out and hermione had just let him magic it onto her.
The hollandaise had been as delicious as she could have hoped and their quiet conversation about last night had been enjoyable. In a different way. He had been curious about her usual habits at these things and why she went. It had felt personal. Explaining meeting Narcissa properly through Andromeda and their unexpected friendship. He had chuckled at her admittance that Draco liked her to go as well. Blaise He and Theo were demanded to attend and so they liked to have her there. Theo did travel for business so he wasn't always there and sometimes it was just the three younger ones and a bunch of stuffy traditionalists so they made their own fun.
Now Soren was home and his happy smiles at the sight of them waiting for him made her chest tighten. Even with the way they had done it, he still worried about it.
"Narcissa has invited me to lunch so don't spoil the surprise." Andy's tone was dry and they laughed at her clear dry humour. Then she smiled at Hermione and she knew that Andromeda was happy for her. Could see that it had gone well for them. Or well enough. Hermione just smiled her happiness and agreed to come to lunch this week.
"You need a bath little man." She mock scolded and he laughed at her wrinkled nose.
"Teddy found a puddle Min." The chatter continued and the little boy walked to the stairs then looked his surprise at their not coming.
"Bird bubbles Min. Come on." She smiled at the older one first and then ran to catch up to the smaller one.
"We be back dad." He called over his shoulder and then grabbed her hand.
The familiar scene was comforting. The walls showed tropical plants and bird bubbles were darting from the boy to perches on the walls. Soren was telling her random facts about his time there and admitted they had stayed up late.
"Kreacher brought a light Min. So it's okay. Not a real secret. He shows us to make shapes on the walls. A dragon and his ears were flapping wings." She couldn't help laughing at the stern and solemn elf using his ears to make shadow puppets. Harry must be told as soon as possible.
"You staying now Min?" The question caught her off guard and she met the blue eyes watching her. A bird on each shoulder.
"I think so bud. We will just have to see." It was honest and he nodded then frowned and crossed his arms. Serious pose. Trying to keep her own posture casual, she hopped onto the vanity and watched him look at her.
"Your my Min. Dads and mine." Were his eventual words and they sounded frustrated.
"Yes." It was honest too and he relaxed. Then held his hand up for the bubble bird on his shoulder.
"Love you Min." His small voice said and the smile he shot her before trying to dunk the bubble was heart stopping. She was still trying to keep her overactive emotions in check when Siggy popped in.
"Master Blaise is here." The elf said and sat on the stool placed beside the tub at elf height. Then Soren requested the elf make sounds for creatures and Hermione quietly left with a smile at the two. The trumpeting sound the elf was making cut off when the door closed and she leaned against it for a second before heading out of her suite and toward the stairs.
"There's the heartbreaker." His drawl greeted her and she scowled at him. His high spirits were grating on her nerves and she relaxed at his real smile.
"I was bathing my son. Why are you here pestering me?" She asked and smiled at him.
"Rowle was on his way out. Said he was going to Maks. You are the only one that can make that sound legitimate. That you would rather be bathing a toddler than speaking with me." He sounded put out and she laughed at him.
"Just stopping in. Draco requests a meeting." He met her eyes seriously and then rolled his. Draco did this, used Blaise when he thought she would say no. Blaise only ran the errands he wanted to so it worked for them all. Blaise was less grating and annoying. Definitely more likely to get a yes.
"What kind of meeting?" She asked him. Leaning against the opposite wall.
"The cocktails and argument kind i think. He was reeling off things he needed to Tiny as I left. Cheese appetizers and chocolate torte were mentioned before the muggle whiskey the blasted woman likes. That's you of course, so it seems quite serious." The two met eyes and then laughed. It was comical. Draco approached things like a one man army with only a general. Except he did have staff and elves so things actually happened.
"Alright. When?" Was her next question and Blaise just raised a brow. Now. Hell no. Soren was here and this wasn't the kind of meeting he should attend.
"No can do this time. King Malfoy will have to wait until Finn gets back at least. I had plans for today. That involved lazing around. Probably building towers or something." She poured and he smiled tolerantly.
"Siggy will finish the bath so let's go pick a dress. It'll be fun Hermione. I promise." He was heading toward the stairs and she huffed before following.
"I'll do my own hair and makeup or he doesn't give me any credit. Don't laugh. It's true. In Fact I'll pick the dress too." She called to his back and he began skipping steps. He was politely waiting at the door to her suite like the gentleman he was. Having seen him charm witches out of their knickers many times, she knew he could but he didn't with her and they got on well.
"Blaise." Soren shouted just usual hello and then stopped and stared at the man. Hermione watched and then Siggy popped out which seemed to break the little boy out of his thoughts or whatever it was.
"No Min. He goes." Soren looked to her and she could see he was upset.
"It's alright Sor. We came to pick a dress." She offered and reached for him. He didn't come to her and she dropped her arms.
"Not here. No Min." She tried to understand his firm words and looked around. They were in the doorway from the sitting room to her room and she looked back to him and then to Blaise.
"Give us a minute." She asked and he nodded then turned back to the sitting room and sprawled on a couch before scanning the books piled beside him.
Soren reached for her hand and pulled her further into her room. A hand wave closed the door and sealed it.
"Is this about your dad?" She asked him and he didn't meet her eyes.
"Sor, look at me." Those bright blue eyes were angry when they did look at her and she felt bad. This was a new dynamic and she couldn't remember Blaise ever being in here when Soren was. Only him and Harry had come in here, past the sitting room. At least that she could think of off the top of her head. Maks too.
"Blaise came up here with me to pick a dress. Nothing else. Your dad won't be upset and Blaise is my friend. I love him, like you love Teddy. Not like I love your dad." Those bright eyes looked at her and she could see he wasn't as angry but he was upset. All she could do was wait and gently rub his little back when he leaned against her leg.
"Get dad." It was a question and she wasn't sure what to do.
"He is at Uncle Maks." She answered and then at his frown she kept speaking. "He will be back soon. Do you need him right now?" His firm nod was answer and she wondered what to do. The coin would be helpful now. That was a thought for later.
"You get him. Get him Min." He meant it and she decided that this was more important. Later it wouldn't be but this was the first time Soren had demanded his dad and meant it since he had come home. That Finn hadn't been here to respond to and she didn't want to make any decisions for him.
"Let's go tell Blaise the change of plans." She said and Soren hugged her leg tightly. Finn had suggested that he try for something easier to do when he didn't need her curls. The little boy had thought about it and been trying things out. This was his favourite so far and she let her love for him fill her and then dimmed her smile before opening the door and holding the smaller hand while the two stood in front of the Italian and Soren spoke.
"Min is getting my dad. Change of plans." He said and then pulled her to the door. He waited there for Blaise to follow and he caught her eye then. She shrugged and smiled weakly at him. It was all she could do.
