CHAPTER 4
The Honeymoon
Harry and Hermione entered their honeymoon suit with a loud POP. Harry (who had been holding Hermione and the luggage) dropped her feet. Hermione giggled and walked to the bathroom. She had definitely had too much to drink.
Harry heard the shower turn on. He took a deep breath, put the luggage in the corner, and plopped down on the bed. He took off his tie, his jacket and his shoes. Then he heard a loud THUNK in the bathroom. He ran in, only to find Hermione sprawled out and giggling on the floor.
"What happened?" he asked, picking her up.
"I was trying to unzip the dress myself." She replied.
"I see." He said, unzipping the dress for her. She turned around to face him, letting the dress fall from her shoulders. At this, Harry stiffened. (In some places more than others...)
"How many kids are we gonna have again?" she asked him.
"About four or five." He replied.
"Ah, how numbers grow over the years..."
"Yes well, let's just put it this way: We'll have about as many as we make..."
"Oh, well, we'll be having a lot more than four or five..." she replied. With the dress of, she was only in her underwear and high heels. She kicked off the heels, and then wiggled rather drunkenly out of her underwear. Harry hadn't seen her like this since the time in the shower room. Hermione had grown from a well-developed (and very beautiful) teenager to a full-figured (and drop dead gorgeous) woman. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes travel.
"I thought we were waiting until you were out of the shower?" he said.
"We could." She replied, stepping into the shower. Harry caught on quickly. He hurried and unclipped the hook on his vest and began unbuttoning his tux-shirt. It was finally off, and he was pulling off his socks when there was a knock on the door of the suit. He groaned in disappointment and went to answer the door.
"Yes?" he said impatiently when he opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Sir." Said an elderly woman, who was keen on checking Harry over. "But we have complaints from other rooms that there are disturbing noises coming from your suit."
"Well, this is our honeymoon," replied Harry, ready to close the door.
"No THOSE kind of noises, Lad." She chuckled. "The room next to you complains of a loud bang about ten minutes ago."
"Ah, well, you see..." he said, looking behind him to see if there was a TV in the suit. There was. Good. "That banging was from a television program my wife and I were watching." He said to her.
"I see. Well, the room below you complains of a loud thud about five minutes ago."
"My wife is a little tipsy, you see? She fell is all."
"Is she alright?" asked the woman.
"She's fine, thanks." Said Harry. He was really getting impatient with this woman.
"May I speak to her?"
"Uh, well... You see, she's in the shower right now."
"Why aren't you checked into this suit? Your name isn't on my list of occupants for the weekend yet." Harry was stuck on this one; it must have shown on his face, because the woman began to get curious. "Strange occurrence of events, don't you think?
"What are you implying, Ma'am?" he asked her.
"Well, you don't bother to check in at the front desk, there is a loud bang, then a thud, and now you are refusing to let me speak to your wife. Odd, is it not?" she said. Harry caught on.
"Do you think that I murdered my new wife?"
"Quite frankly," she said, looking him over. "Yes." Harry snorted. "Do you find this situation funny?" she asked him.
"Quite frankly," he said. "Yes."
"I don't happen to find it very funny at all. In fact, I have reason to call the police."
"Can I sign in now? Because quite frankly, Ma'am, you interrupted my wife and I. If you want to talk to her, call in the morning, because tonight, we are busy." He said to her. The woman looked at him in a crude way, and took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and a pen. Harry signed his name on the line, and the time of his arrival, and handed her both objects back. "Thank you, and goodnight!" he exclaimed, shutting the door in the old woman's face.
Harry turned around and almost ran into Hermione, who was dripping wet, in a towel, had a raised eyebrow and folded arms.
"I was pruning. I couldn't wait for you any longer. What was so important that you had to rush out of the bathroom like that?" she said to him.
"There was a woman at the door. We forgot to sign in and she wanted to know why. Can we try this again?" he said, turning her around and trying to make her go back to the bathroom. She turned around again, this time actually making him run into her. "I'm sorry, Hermione! There were things that needed taken care of! She suspected me of murdering you." Hermione snorted. "I'm being honest with you, Hermione." Hermione stared at him fore a moment, but then gave into her gut feeling that he was, in fact, telling the truth.
"I know it... Wanna try this again?" she said mischievously.
"Hermione, do you really need to ask me?" he asked. Hermione giggled and pulled Harry over by the bed, where she dropped the towel. She plopped onto the bed and laid her head back on a pillow.
"Remember, you owe me." She said.
"How could I forget?" he said, walking over to the bed. He lay down next to her and ran his fingers over Hermione's bare stomach. Hermione giggled again, and curled up in somewhat of a ball. "What? Does that tickle?" he asked. She nodded and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Harry lifted her face to meet his, and kissed her for what was probably the fiftieth time that night.
Harry pulled away and rolled on top of her, kissing the spot between her neck and shoulder. She sighed contently and let her head fall back. Harry's hands were on her hips and his thumbs were running over her skin lightly. He was slowly driving her insane. She let out a soft moan as his hands roamed lower onto her thighs.
"You like that?" he whispered in her ear. All she could do was nod. Harry really was driving her insane. Hermione ran her hands down his torso, and stopped when she came to his belt. She looked up at him. He sighed and nodded his head. "I guess we're even then?" she nodded quickly and flipped him over so that she was on top. Hermione quickly removed his pants so that all he was left wearing was his...SMILEY FACE BOXERS?! "Uh..." he said. "I was feeling really happy."
Hermione quickly and playfully glared at him, and then pulled off his boxers. His wife's aggressiveness aroused Harry quite easily, which was not much to Hermione's surprise.
"Hold on." He said to her. Hermione put on a pout, but then Harry took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. "Just precaution." He said. Hermione smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Harry kissed her back passionately, but pulled away in a gasp as she slid onto him. Now it was her turn to drive him insane. Harry placed his hands on her hips.
Hermione moaned softly as she slid up and down. Harry would grunt every once in a while, and run his hands down her legs, then back up to her hips.
As the tension built up, Hermione began to move faster. The two were breathing raggedly now, both approaching their climax. The headboard was probably denting the wall.
Hermione cried out in her orgasm, and Harry followed not too long after. She collapsed on top of him, lifting herself off of him at the same time. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her.
"I love you." He breathed.
"I love you, too." She replied, kissing him back. She rolled to the side, but still laid her head on his chest, with his arm around her.
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The next morning the telephone rang and woke them. Hermione reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Yes, is this Mrs. Potter?" asked what sounded like an elderly woman on the other line.
"Yeah." She replied, groggy still. She looked at the clock on the wall. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Yes." Replied the woman. "Seven o'clock in the morning."
"Exactly." Said Hermione, slamming down the phone.
"Who was it?" asked Harry.
"Some old lady." Replied Hermione, lying back on a pillow.
"Oh, I probably should have told you to expect that call..." he said.
"Ok." She said to him, rolling over on her side.
"Oh great, now I get the butt." He said. This made Hermione laugh, and she turned around to face him. He smiled back. Hermione gave him a peck on the cheek and stood up to go to the bathroom. Harry took this opportunity to get dressed. He heard her turn the shower on. He glanced at the door, wondering if he should join her. Deciding against it, he turned on the TV and straightened up the bed-covers.
Hermione came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, not even wearing a towel. She had her dress of her right arm, and Harry's tux-clothes over her left arm. She hung them up in a nearby closet, and went to her suitcase to get some clothes. When she was dress, she plopped down on the bed next to Harry.
"What do want to do today?" she asked him.
"Well, there's a pool downstairs near the lobby." He said. "And there's some walking trails out back."
"Lets go walking, then take a swim." She said.
"Then lets come back here!" Harry exclaimed.
"No, then lets go out to eat." She corrected him.
"Then, lets come back here!" Hermione chuckled.
"No, Harry. Then we're going shopping. It's not everyday we get to come to Ireland!"
"We can pop over here anytime!" he said.
"When we get home, we can do what you want whenever we're not busy. But now, we're doing what I want to do." She said.
"Oh, is that how marriage works?" he said playfully.
"Yes." She replied. He laughed at this.
"I see..."
"Lets go for that walk."
"Yes, Dear." He replied, taking her hand and walking out of the suit. Conveniently, the couple in the room next to them was coming out at the same time. They simply glared at Harry and Hermione, and went about their way. Harry glanced at Hermione, but then the two burst out laughing.
"Do you think we disturbed them last night?" chuckled Hermione.
"If not, we will tonight." He replied, pecking her on the forehead with a kiss. He locked the door and they made their way for the walking trails.
The Honeymoon
Harry and Hermione entered their honeymoon suit with a loud POP. Harry (who had been holding Hermione and the luggage) dropped her feet. Hermione giggled and walked to the bathroom. She had definitely had too much to drink.
Harry heard the shower turn on. He took a deep breath, put the luggage in the corner, and plopped down on the bed. He took off his tie, his jacket and his shoes. Then he heard a loud THUNK in the bathroom. He ran in, only to find Hermione sprawled out and giggling on the floor.
"What happened?" he asked, picking her up.
"I was trying to unzip the dress myself." She replied.
"I see." He said, unzipping the dress for her. She turned around to face him, letting the dress fall from her shoulders. At this, Harry stiffened. (In some places more than others...)
"How many kids are we gonna have again?" she asked him.
"About four or five." He replied.
"Ah, how numbers grow over the years..."
"Yes well, let's just put it this way: We'll have about as many as we make..."
"Oh, well, we'll be having a lot more than four or five..." she replied. With the dress of, she was only in her underwear and high heels. She kicked off the heels, and then wiggled rather drunkenly out of her underwear. Harry hadn't seen her like this since the time in the shower room. Hermione had grown from a well-developed (and very beautiful) teenager to a full-figured (and drop dead gorgeous) woman. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes travel.
"I thought we were waiting until you were out of the shower?" he said.
"We could." She replied, stepping into the shower. Harry caught on quickly. He hurried and unclipped the hook on his vest and began unbuttoning his tux-shirt. It was finally off, and he was pulling off his socks when there was a knock on the door of the suit. He groaned in disappointment and went to answer the door.
"Yes?" he said impatiently when he opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Sir." Said an elderly woman, who was keen on checking Harry over. "But we have complaints from other rooms that there are disturbing noises coming from your suit."
"Well, this is our honeymoon," replied Harry, ready to close the door.
"No THOSE kind of noises, Lad." She chuckled. "The room next to you complains of a loud bang about ten minutes ago."
"Ah, well, you see..." he said, looking behind him to see if there was a TV in the suit. There was. Good. "That banging was from a television program my wife and I were watching." He said to her.
"I see. Well, the room below you complains of a loud thud about five minutes ago."
"My wife is a little tipsy, you see? She fell is all."
"Is she alright?" asked the woman.
"She's fine, thanks." Said Harry. He was really getting impatient with this woman.
"May I speak to her?"
"Uh, well... You see, she's in the shower right now."
"Why aren't you checked into this suit? Your name isn't on my list of occupants for the weekend yet." Harry was stuck on this one; it must have shown on his face, because the woman began to get curious. "Strange occurrence of events, don't you think?
"What are you implying, Ma'am?" he asked her.
"Well, you don't bother to check in at the front desk, there is a loud bang, then a thud, and now you are refusing to let me speak to your wife. Odd, is it not?" she said. Harry caught on.
"Do you think that I murdered my new wife?"
"Quite frankly," she said, looking him over. "Yes." Harry snorted. "Do you find this situation funny?" she asked him.
"Quite frankly," he said. "Yes."
"I don't happen to find it very funny at all. In fact, I have reason to call the police."
"Can I sign in now? Because quite frankly, Ma'am, you interrupted my wife and I. If you want to talk to her, call in the morning, because tonight, we are busy." He said to her. The woman looked at him in a crude way, and took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and a pen. Harry signed his name on the line, and the time of his arrival, and handed her both objects back. "Thank you, and goodnight!" he exclaimed, shutting the door in the old woman's face.
Harry turned around and almost ran into Hermione, who was dripping wet, in a towel, had a raised eyebrow and folded arms.
"I was pruning. I couldn't wait for you any longer. What was so important that you had to rush out of the bathroom like that?" she said to him.
"There was a woman at the door. We forgot to sign in and she wanted to know why. Can we try this again?" he said, turning her around and trying to make her go back to the bathroom. She turned around again, this time actually making him run into her. "I'm sorry, Hermione! There were things that needed taken care of! She suspected me of murdering you." Hermione snorted. "I'm being honest with you, Hermione." Hermione stared at him fore a moment, but then gave into her gut feeling that he was, in fact, telling the truth.
"I know it... Wanna try this again?" she said mischievously.
"Hermione, do you really need to ask me?" he asked. Hermione giggled and pulled Harry over by the bed, where she dropped the towel. She plopped onto the bed and laid her head back on a pillow.
"Remember, you owe me." She said.
"How could I forget?" he said, walking over to the bed. He lay down next to her and ran his fingers over Hermione's bare stomach. Hermione giggled again, and curled up in somewhat of a ball. "What? Does that tickle?" he asked. She nodded and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Harry lifted her face to meet his, and kissed her for what was probably the fiftieth time that night.
Harry pulled away and rolled on top of her, kissing the spot between her neck and shoulder. She sighed contently and let her head fall back. Harry's hands were on her hips and his thumbs were running over her skin lightly. He was slowly driving her insane. She let out a soft moan as his hands roamed lower onto her thighs.
"You like that?" he whispered in her ear. All she could do was nod. Harry really was driving her insane. Hermione ran her hands down his torso, and stopped when she came to his belt. She looked up at him. He sighed and nodded his head. "I guess we're even then?" she nodded quickly and flipped him over so that she was on top. Hermione quickly removed his pants so that all he was left wearing was his...SMILEY FACE BOXERS?! "Uh..." he said. "I was feeling really happy."
Hermione quickly and playfully glared at him, and then pulled off his boxers. His wife's aggressiveness aroused Harry quite easily, which was not much to Hermione's surprise.
"Hold on." He said to her. Hermione put on a pout, but then Harry took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. "Just precaution." He said. Hermione smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Harry kissed her back passionately, but pulled away in a gasp as she slid onto him. Now it was her turn to drive him insane. Harry placed his hands on her hips.
Hermione moaned softly as she slid up and down. Harry would grunt every once in a while, and run his hands down her legs, then back up to her hips.
As the tension built up, Hermione began to move faster. The two were breathing raggedly now, both approaching their climax. The headboard was probably denting the wall.
Hermione cried out in her orgasm, and Harry followed not too long after. She collapsed on top of him, lifting herself off of him at the same time. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her.
"I love you." He breathed.
"I love you, too." She replied, kissing him back. She rolled to the side, but still laid her head on his chest, with his arm around her.
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The next morning the telephone rang and woke them. Hermione reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Yes, is this Mrs. Potter?" asked what sounded like an elderly woman on the other line.
"Yeah." She replied, groggy still. She looked at the clock on the wall. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Yes." Replied the woman. "Seven o'clock in the morning."
"Exactly." Said Hermione, slamming down the phone.
"Who was it?" asked Harry.
"Some old lady." Replied Hermione, lying back on a pillow.
"Oh, I probably should have told you to expect that call..." he said.
"Ok." She said to him, rolling over on her side.
"Oh great, now I get the butt." He said. This made Hermione laugh, and she turned around to face him. He smiled back. Hermione gave him a peck on the cheek and stood up to go to the bathroom. Harry took this opportunity to get dressed. He heard her turn the shower on. He glanced at the door, wondering if he should join her. Deciding against it, he turned on the TV and straightened up the bed-covers.
Hermione came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, not even wearing a towel. She had her dress of her right arm, and Harry's tux-clothes over her left arm. She hung them up in a nearby closet, and went to her suitcase to get some clothes. When she was dress, she plopped down on the bed next to Harry.
"What do want to do today?" she asked him.
"Well, there's a pool downstairs near the lobby." He said. "And there's some walking trails out back."
"Lets go walking, then take a swim." She said.
"Then lets come back here!" Harry exclaimed.
"No, then lets go out to eat." She corrected him.
"Then, lets come back here!" Hermione chuckled.
"No, Harry. Then we're going shopping. It's not everyday we get to come to Ireland!"
"We can pop over here anytime!" he said.
"When we get home, we can do what you want whenever we're not busy. But now, we're doing what I want to do." She said.
"Oh, is that how marriage works?" he said playfully.
"Yes." She replied. He laughed at this.
"I see..."
"Lets go for that walk."
"Yes, Dear." He replied, taking her hand and walking out of the suit. Conveniently, the couple in the room next to them was coming out at the same time. They simply glared at Harry and Hermione, and went about their way. Harry glanced at Hermione, but then the two burst out laughing.
"Do you think we disturbed them last night?" chuckled Hermione.
"If not, we will tonight." He replied, pecking her on the forehead with a kiss. He locked the door and they made their way for the walking trails.