Fleeting Moments

Heat - Looe, Cornwall - 17th January 2006

If there was one sound Harry Potter could sum up as his favourite, it had to be the sounds of pleasure emitted by his wife whilst she was beneath or above him.

Currently Daphne was straddling his hips as she assaulted his mouth with her own. Apparently she had missed him rather alot when he was away on exercise with the aurors as he had her. Her delicate hands travelled up his stomach, tracing the light abdominal muscles she was so taken with, and lightly raked her nails over the swell of his chest.

His own hands were not idle, as he ran them up her smooth thighs, pushing her silk nightgown with it, causing his wife to groan into his mouth as his hands brushed the sensitive flesh of her rear. As his hands cupped her behind she pressed her hips into his own, the heat rolling from her core could be felt against his hardened member through his pyjama bottoms as she took a sharp intake of breath.

"Get it out" she whispered huskily against his lips, before he parted their lips and her face contorted with pleasure as his right hand slipped from her rear and reached between her legs. He felt her legs either side of his hips shake violently as he caressed her hot and silkly folds, her breaths ragged. One of the straps holding up her nightgown slipped, allowing a breast to escape which he promptly pressed his lips too.

"I'll do it myself"

Her hands flung to the waistline of his pyjamas, slipping them down a little and then gripping his member, tracing it with her fingers and earning a light groan from him. However when her core pressed against him they both let out a loud gasp as Daphne swayed her hips, causing unbearable friction. As he massaged her backside with his left hand, teased her hard bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex she leaned down and whispered lustfilled promises that caused little Harry to harden to near painful level. With her words he positioned himself to enter her, urged on by Daphne's writhing .. One push further and ..

"Mummy, Daddy!" followed by a light tapping on their bedroom door.

Little Harry flopped like a slinky and Daphne tensed and let out a low, sexually frustrated groan.

"I love her to the moon and back … But her timing is god awful!" she huffed, pulling herself up and adjusted her night gown. Harry could only stare in disappointment as her breast was hidden from him as well as the smooth flesh he had only moments before been touching.

"Least she didn't see us, unlike when Ellie was younger. I still can't get over her sitting there casually watching with her tilted head" he replied and pulled up his pyjama bottoms, much to the visible disappointment of his wife judging by her pout.

"Come in Jess" Daphne called softly once she tucked herself under the duvet. The white oak door swung open and revealed their young daughter who padded into the room clutching her comfort blanket knitted for her by Mrs Weasley, Ellie beside her. "What's wrong sweetheart?" his wife asked gently.

"I missed daddy, can I sleep in here please?"

Both Harry and Daphne glanced at each other, it wasn't only his wife that had missed his presence why he had been away clearly.

"Come on" Harry spoke as he lifted the duvet and patted the mattress. Jess smiled and sprinted to the bed and lept in whilst Ellie jumped onto the foot of the bed and curled up. "However, you have tutoring tomorrow with Grandma Greengrass, so straight to sleep young lady" he reminded her firmly but with a smile.

"I promise" his daughter replied before snuggling into his side. Harry kissed her hair and drew Daphne against him and stroked Ellie with his foot.

"Tomorrow?" he heard his wife whisper.

"Lunchtime?"

"Suits me" she giggled before kissing him on the lips softly.

Beforelong, the family were sound asleep.

Buckbeak's Flight - Cornish Coast - 5th May 1999

"Harry, are you sure about this?" Daphne asked as she shifted nervously.

"I'm sure, I've done this alot, you've flown a broom haven't you?" her boyfriend replied with a charming smile, that normally never failed to win her round.

"Yes, and you know I hate those .. But at least brooms don't have a mind of their own!"

"Come on, Buckbeak won't put us in harm's way" Harry replied as he patted the large hippogriff on the head once he had secured the saddle to the creature.

She eyed the large magical beast warily, Buckbeak was awe inspiring back in her third year, he had a primal and savage beauty to him with his silver and black feathering. However that day also highlighted how dangerous hippogriffs were, Malfoy deserved his injury back then but it still was terrifying to witness the creature in action.

"Do I need to bow first?

Harry paused briefly, before eyeing the large creature for a moment.

"Just to be on the safeside and respectful, yes"

She swallowed heavily before bowing as Harry instructed, lowering her eyes at the last moment as a sign of respect and submission. As her eyes glanced back up she noted Buckbeck lower his head, allowing her approach. Harry's hand extended, coaxing her closer. She trusted him beyond anything she thought possible, that was the only reason she would get this close to Buckbeak.

Such were her nerves that the actions of mounting, strapping and settling into the saddle passed by in a blur. Before she could even brace herself, the large hippogriff bolted forward causing her to fall back into Harry, whose arms encircled her just as Buckbeak launched into the air.

She let out a scream as the cool early summer air buffered her face as they ascended with speeds she did not think the hippogriff could reach. The wind buffeted her ears and sent her hair spraying everywhere before suddenly their ascent stopped gently. The stars and moon in its half state hung in the night sky, for a brief moment she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the scene, when she felt herself angling downwards as Buckbeak let out a shrill squawk as he pulled into a dive.

"Harry!" she screamed as the trio hurtled towards the moon dappled ocean. She didn't let up her scream as she heard Harry laughing in joy at their terrifying dive.

She was going to die, on a bloody suicidal hippogriff as it smashed into the ocean!

Yet just as it felt like the ocean would greet them, Harry gripped her firmly as Buckbeak levelled out, causing her stomach to flip with the motion as he skimmed the gentle waves.

"Did you not enjoy that love?" her boyfriend chuckled in her ear, the action alone would spur her lesser desires if her heart rate would slow for a moment.

"Not for a moment! You and this … This"

Whatever insult she would utter died on her lips as Buckbeak swiveled his head about to glare at her. She would not do a Draco Malfoy and anger the noble beast.

"Careful love, Buckbeak is sensitive" Harry whispered into her ear, his faint stubble grazing her sensitive skin at her neck, causing her to shiver against him. They were gliding gently now, the sound of the ocean beneath them was calm and soothing, unlike the winter storms that turned the beautiful Cornish coast into a haunting beauty. Daphne wouldn't say she enjoyed the flight on Buckbeak, she hated brooms at the best of times as she had told Harry many a time, but a living and breathing magical beast was not on her list of experiences to ever repeat.

Their little cottage came back into view as they flew closer, their home. Warmth bloomed in her chest as she relaxed into Harry's arms, how close might this not have been? Had she gone left instead of right? Gone to the girls bathroom rather than the seventh floor, but she didn't need to think that way, she was here with him. She would never let him go if she could help it.

She noted the slight tilt of Buckbeak's head, a single eye looking at her. Full of mischief.

Dont you dar-

Before she could finish the thought the hippogriff squawked aloud and hurtled into a final dive towards his copse of trees.

The night sky was filled with shrieks of terror, chuckling and squawks.

Naughty Aunt Tracey - The Rosewood Bar, London - 14th of April 2006

"I saw the Moony legislation was finally passed this week, Professor Lupin would be proud Mr Potter" Blaise smiled as he raised his cappuccino to Harry.

"Took its time though," he replied. Whilst progressive thinking was taking place in Britain, there were still those who were concerned with those afflicted by the lycan curse. A small part of him couldn't blame the fear, seeing Remus go from the quiet man who was best friends with his parents, to the savage beast in the blink of an eye was terrifying enough. Greyback … Now his memory caused a lot of the fear that was present today.

"What's a moony thingy daddy?" Jessica asked as she looked up from her colouring book. With Daphne and Tracey having some women's time, Harry and Blaise decided to take Jessica to the natural history museum earlier that day.

"It's just work talk sweetheart, something I will bore you with one day" he smiled at his daughter.

"Urghhhhh, work sounds boring" she groaned, reaching for her small mug of "hot" chocolate, trying to copy the way Blaise held his own.

"Your daughter's table manners take after her mother for sure Harry, there is no way she will receive such poise from a lion" Blaise chuckled.

"Maybe so, but at least a lion doesn't turn up the natural history museum in a designer suit does he. How would Tracey feel about her husband charming the staff?" he countered.

"How would Daphne feel about her husband being flirted with by the bargirl?"

"Maybe the bar lady needs to eat strawberry ice cream if she want's a kiss from daddy, that's what mummy does!" Jessica exclaimed. Blaise choked and snorted his coffee before devolving into a coughing fit, whilst Harry sat frozen in shock with his mug mere inches from his lips.

"Where did you get that from Jess!" Harry asked as he returned his tea to his saucer.

"Mummy was telling Aunty Tracey" his daughter replied as she continued to colour, ignoring the slight chocolate line on her upper lip.

"And what else does mummy tell Aunty Tracey?" Blaise asked as he recovered from his coughing, his face alight with humour.

"Not much" she continued to colour.

"Well thats a tad dull-"

"Aunty Tracey did say though that Uncle Blaise liked whipped cream on her little mountains. But I don't know what that means"

"And never shall you!" Harry exclaimed as Blaise's eyes widened.

"I think I will be having a word with naughty Aunty Tracey later" he muttered.

"I think she likes that Uncle Blaise" causing him to just drop his cup on the floor.

"Sweet merciful Christ, she can't tidy up her toys but she remembers that " Harry pressed his face into his hands.

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Short and sweet, wanted to get this little update out. Writing has been a little slow as recently I have found out I am to become a father early next year as well as being promoted to a manager.

I have not given up on my works, its purely this sudden change in my life means I am just going a little slower so please bare with me!