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Hermione staggered home after another late night at the office. She thought one day she would end up being able to be her own boss and she had but somehow it wasn't working out right. She still had to stay late at the office and to everything herself because the workers weren't up to her standard. She had battled for years to get a good name in the business and now she was the boss, she owned a spy company for crying out loud but she still did everything. She was always the last at the office every night besides sometimes Harry and Sirius.
Harry and Sirius had been partners for year now and were enjoying every minute of it. They were both incredibly good at what they did. Hermione could remember back tot he days when they were all school kids. Harry, Ron and herself would always solve mysteries and often battled the dark lord and his servants. It seemed to be in Harry, he had been asked so many times to play for various Quidditch clubs but he refused. He had faith that one day Hermione would become the best and be able to start her own corporation.
Well she had done it. She made her way to the top in the MSI, Magical Spy Investigators. Since then she had started her own corporation name SMS, Secret Magical Service They weren't to tell anyone about their really job of tracking down Voldermort and his supporters as well as any imitators that were trying to become what Voldermort is, a demon.
Harry and Sirius had become her top two agents and though she offered Ron a training course he is fairly happy working for the ministry. Well why wouldn't he? Seeing he has made his way to the top in his own department, just like Hermione had in hers. Last week Fudge had retired leaving the Minister for Magic position open. Ron had been selected to be in the election for Minister for Magic. For the past 5 days he had been preparing for the campaign.
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He slouched in the chair and sighed heavily.
"Another hard day at the office dear?" the love of his life asked.
"Hmmm… something like that." Harry's brain was throbbing with the clues that one of Voldermort's supporters had left behind.
The steaming hot casserole was placed in front of him. It smelt nice but made Harry feel sick.
"Eat up Harry, you haven't had a proper meal for days." The caring creature told him.
"Sorry, don't take it personally. It seems stupid eating at times like these." Harry rose to his feet.
"No, sit down! You do not come home if you are going to bring work with you! Sit down and eat with me. We never see each other anymore, I'm starting to wonder if I really have a husband."
Her aggressiveness still shined through he love for him. He noticed it even in their Hogwarts years, on the Quidditch field mainly. She would battle him out till the end of the game resulting in one of them catching the snitch and the other sulking for the next three days.
"You're the boss." Harry smiled and she noticed his cheekiness.
"Well then, if I am the boss you better get those clothes of and into bed!" She smiled slyly at him.
"I dunno, I quite like sitting here. When I come to think of it this casserole looks quite appetising right now."
She advanced on him and sat on his lap. She passionately kissed him and ripped the buttons off his shirt.
"Hay! I like this shirt!" he said deeply.
Soon enough they were on the floor. He delicately took of her clothes whilst she widely ripped at his. She was on top of his unbuttoning his pants. She adored their love making sessions and to her it seemed like forever since their last time. She remembered their first. It was a cold winter's afternoon and they had been walking back from Hogsmead, both in a great mood. They walked hand in hand to the castle and up the stairs to the astronomy tower. Harry lay her down on the long sofa and slowly and gently made his way inside her. It was the most wonderful night of her life. Ever since they had been madly in love.
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"Honey I'm home." Hermione smiled as she finely reached her front door.
She steeped inside and closed the door behind her. She put down her work things and took of her heavy jacket. She walked slowly down the hallway.
"Hello? Ron, where are you?" she lifted her voice. There was no reply.
Hermione wondered into the dinning room, no sign of anyone. Then she made her way to the lounge room, still no sign of Ron. Hermione headed for the stairs, up she went to the landing. She approached her bedroom.
"Hello Ron?" Hermione opened the door to find it empty. She flopped on the bed and sighed. The one night she gets away fairly early and Ron isn't home. Great luck that was, she had been craving for some loving from the only man she loved.
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"Uh…ooh yes!" she screeched "More, more fuck me!"
"I sure am trying." He thrust in and out, in and out. His manly fluid was coming he could feel it. Then it burst out. He panted, she panted and god was it good. She came just after he did and the sensation flowed between them. He hadn't felt this good in a long time.
Her soft blonde hair covered her face. She was tanned and beautiful. Her name was the most lovely of them all Lyn, Lyn Fielfree and he sure did feel free. He felt free to love her how he did and he knew she loved her back.
They feel asleep together, with him on top.
