Day Nineteen

There were hazel eyes staring at Hermione when she woke up the next morning. Feeling self-conscious, she sat up, ready to get out of the bed. Rabastan just smiled.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with your face."

"Then why are you staring?"

"You're pretty and I'm still a little in awe that I get to wake up next to you every morning. It feels like a dream where I'm about to wake up right before I get to the good part."

Never had she known a man who was so gifted with words. She couldn't get enough of his beautiful letters. When she discovered he could be just as eloquent in person, she was even more amazed.

"I was also waiting for you to wake up. Your snoring kept me up last night so I'm planning on taking advantage of it being my day off to sleep a little longer in peace."

"I do not snore."

Rabastan's laughter nearly made her smile too, but she refused to acknowledge his statement as truth. Even if it might be true just a little.

"Oh, but you do. I don't think it's as loud as a grizzly bear, but I've never heard one in person."

She swatted at his chest to punish him playfully for the gross exaggeration. Laughing, he pulled her down to give her his kiss good morning.

"Now, go leave me alone so I can finally get some sleep."

On her way out of the bedroom, she decided that if he could tease her, she could do the same. When she was done, he might not think teasing was a very good idea. Following her morning shower, Hermione wrapped herself in a towel and returned to their bedroom like nothing at all was out of the ordinary. She knew the exact moment her husband saw her wearing nothing but a towel by his sharp inhale. For the next few minutes she moved around the bedroom picking out her clothes while he watched.

"And they say I'm the evil one in this marriage."

Hermione smirked at him over her shoulder as she walked about of the room with her clothes in hand. Part of her was tempted to just drop the towel right there where he could watch her get dressed, but that seemed too cruel. After dressing in the bathroom she returned to their bedroom one last time before going down to the shop and enduring another day of no customers. Rabastan looked very uncomfortable and like he wanted her to leave. It was easy to imagine why he wanted to be alone.

Without giving him any explanation why, she sat on the edge of the bed next to him. Clearly confused, he was on the verge of asking her what she was doing when she quickly lifted the edge of the blanket with her left hand, licked her right palm, and reached inside his pajamas. Rabastan was in shock. She was able to take advantage of that to suit her own evil purposes.

Her theory that her little display in the towel left her husband hard had been correct. No doubt he had been counting the seconds down until she left the flat to take care of the problem himself. Why should he when she had a hand that worked just fine too? He was smart enough not to push her away. Once her hand closed around his hard cock, she all but owned him. He lay there staring at her in shock as she pumped him up and down under the covers.

What she found was a pleasant surprise. It felt shallow and selfish to hope desperately her husband kept something impressive inside his pants. There were more important priorities in a relationship after all. Feeling how thick and long he was in her hand, she found waiting to be even more difficult. With each stroke and soft, delicious moan coming out of his mouth, she was tempted to just take all of her clothes off and not leave the bed.

He didn't last as long as he probably wished he would've. Who could really blame him after being locked up for so long in prison? Recognizing he was getting close, Hermione sped up, earning her another deep grateful moan. He came hard. When he was finished, he could hardly breathe. Still holding him gently in her hand, she leaned forward to kiss him.

"I told you there was still a lot we could do without activating the bond. Maybe it you're nicer to me, the next time I'll use my mouth."

The look he gave her was as if he was ready for her all over again. Just to be careful and keep them from going too far, she removed her hand. A spell cleaned up all of the evidence that they'd done anything the least bit devious. When she stood up to leave, he laughed.

"You are definitely the evil one in this marriage."

Hermione was able to make it downstairs to the shop before she gave in to her own laughter. Usually she wasn't that bold, but he brought it out of her. Focusing on anything was nearly impossible for the rest of the morning. For once she was glad to have no customers.

Around noon Rabastan came downstairs with lunch for both of them. It was a kind gesture she appreciated. The day old pastry she nibbled on for breakfast was hardly enough to last her all day. Seeing him look so relaxed and cheerful, she couldn't resist teasing him one more time.

"Were you finally able to get some rest?"

"I slept like a baby until I had an absolutely naughty dream about my wife's mouth."

"Sounds very interesting."

Rabastan took the opportunity to kiss her again, much more passionately than their kiss was that morning. When they pulled away, he smirked and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"After we activate that bond, I'm fucking you up against every single shelf in this shop and on top of every single surface. I'm going to charm a stack of books so high that when I set you on top of it naked, I won't even have to lean down to make you come on my face."

She couldn't breathe. Flashes of a series of fantasies went through her mind. What were they waiting thirty days again for? Rabastan returned to his lunch like he hadn't just said the most delightfully filthy thing she'd ever heard. The wizard possessed a very complex personality she was anxious to learn more about.

Part of her expected him to be much bolder with his actions after what she did that morning, but he kept a respectable distance. Their conversation consisted mostly of improvements they wanted to make inside the shop now that the exterior was how they wanted it. When lunch was over, he gave her a peck on the lips, picked up their plates, and announced he was going to meet his older brother for a few pints.

For the rest of the day Hermione squirmed when she remembered what he said. She couldn't even look at the bookshelves without blushing. And the stack of books? At least she finally had a use for some of those Divination books that had been collecting dust.

Right as she was closing up the shop after another day of no sales, Rabastan returned home with dinner. He was in a great mood. All in all, he'd certainly had a good day.

"I still can't believe I was able to just sit with my brother in a pub again. We had to go to Muggle London, but neither of us cared."

It was a pleasant night. Unfortunately for Hermione, her husband was a perfect gentleman.