Written for fun
Era: Post-Hogwarts
Genre: Fluff, with a tinge of naughty.
Warnings: Mild potential for steam burns?
Words: 127
Hippogriff
"Harry," Hermione called from the other room, Harry smiling to himself as he recalled how she looked resplendent in her pale dress, "do you remember the night we rode Buckbeak together? To save your god-awful godfather."
Harry chuckled as he recalled how his adopted parent had performed this very night and nodded. "Of course… Whyyyyyyyyyyy..."
His voice trailed off as he stepped back into the bedroom to be confronted by the incredible sight before him.
"Because tonight I plan to ride you." The now naked witch smirked, her hand on her hip in the way that always drove him mad.
Harry gulped before speaking. "I hope so, it's our wedding night." He replied, beginning to remove his own clothing as he stepped towards the now beckoning witch.