A/N

If I'm posting too much, please let me know. Because I can drop it down to a regular once a week thing like I know most authors do. I write on the Radish app and have kinda become accustomed to posting once a day or every few days. So if I'm doing too much too fast just tell me and I'll pull it back some.

On that same note...I do have more chapters ready to go 😂😂😂😂

Thanks to Happily_9 for the great edit.

Or, and this is just pure smut with a little kinda plot movement at the end.

Chapter 32

Hermione

I'm not quite sure what wakes me up. From the way the morning sunlight filters in through the window, it's still barely daybreak. Harry is wrapped around me, his knee between my thighs and his arm under the pillow we share. But I can tell from the way he breathes and the drowsy touch of his mind against mine that he's been awake for a while.

Then I feel his thumb strumming lightly against my nipple.

Ah. So that's what woke me up.

I sigh into his gentle contact, settling myself against him. His prick is thick against my backside, and his hips start to lazily thrust against my arse.

I sink back into the mattress, content to let him touch me. It's too much effort to keep my eyes open anyway.

It's nowhere near time for our alarm to go off, and I am positively knackered. I don't understand how Harry is even functioning. Sirius gave Harry, Neville, and Ron custom knives yesterday morning as early birthday presents for Harry and Neville's birthday next week. Each is engraved with their names and their house. Nate then proceeded to spend an ungodly amount of time teaching them how to stab each other.

I'm still not sure if I was disgusted by the enthusiastic manner in which they took to close-quarters combat or jealous that I didn't get a knife too.

Maybe both.

But Nate is trying to shove a year's worth of special forces training into six weeks' worth of summer and pretty soon it's going to catch up with Harry. Ron is eating twice as much as usual because of all the calories they're burning. Neville has taken to practising wand movements at the kitchen table. Despite how hard Harry is pushing himself physically, the insomnia is still there. Harry can only go so long being kept awake by Pepper Up potions and adrenalin.

He needs sleep. Real sleep.

Yet here he is awake with the birds and his hand up the bottom of my nightshirt.

I open my eyes for a moment and peek down.

Okay. Well, it's his shirt.

Or, one of his Hogwarts jumpers to be specific. It's horribly comfortable to sleep in though, the jersey knit soft against my skin. I hadn't intended to fall asleep wearing it, but I don't actually remember falling asleep last night, which means I probably tuckered out while reading and Harry put me in bed himself. How he got the rest of my clothing off but kept the jumper on will have to remain a mystery.

"You're supposed to be sleeping," I mumble, trying to rouse myself to turn and face him. I don't even have the energy to do that.

"Shhhh," he says against my ear. "I am asleep. So are you."

Oh. That's good. Because I really don't think I have the coordination for whatever he has in mind.

My hair is braided back, or was before bed. By now it's only half contained, I'm sure. But Harry tucks my plait over my shoulder, and his lips find my throat. He's soft and slow and lazy in his explorations.

He sucks my earlobe between his teeth, and I never thought I'd like that, but I do and yes please, thank you very much, please do that some more. His face is scratchy from lack of shaving, and it's a pleasure-pain sort of situation when his lips trail over my shoulder and his chin scrapes against the sensitive flesh.

This may be the best way to wake up ever.

Another sigh slips from my lips, as his fingers circle my nipple.

"I love it when you make that sound."

And I love everything he does to make that sound happen.

His hand slides from my breast as he dips his fingers into my knickers.

"I don't understand how you're always so wet," he whispers into the skin of my neck.

Umm, because we're always doing this. Or thinking about it. Or remembering it from the night before. And you're always walking being so, so...so Harry, and yes, I bet that makes all the girls wet.

"I thought you were supposed to be sleeping?" I say instead.

His fingers glide between my folds, rubbing in soft circles over my bud. His pace is so sedate, it's driving me insane.

"I am. This whole thing has been a dream. Nothing this good ever happens to me."

That's just not fair. He says stuff like that all the time and he doesn't even realize he's doing it. He breaks my heart and heals it again all in the same breath.

The arm that was under our pillow pops out around my neck, and that hand begins to massage my breasts, in counterpoint to the one that's down my knickers.

It's lovely.

"Can I…?"

He leaves the question hanging. But images of what he wants to do trip along our bond like a rock skipping across the water. A touch here and a bounce there until the entire picture sinks into the depth of our connection.

I nod my head, my smile as lazy as his touch.

"If this were a dream you wouldn't have to ask."

Harry gently smacks my clit and bloody hell! Electric sparks shoot down my extremities, and my knees pull up automatically to protect my core.

Ohhhhh, but yes. Do that again.

"Why are you being so bratty?" he asks in a playful tone, nipping at my throat.

He slips his hand from between my legs and starts working my knickers over my hips. Only his fingers are covered in my slick, and he's spreading it all over my skin. He manages to get one half of my knickers down far enough for me to slip my leg through the hole, then he leaves them there pinned around my knee on the bed.

"Being woken up before the sun fully rises tends to bring it out in me," I tell him. "I'll make it up to you. Maybe later I'll show you the charm for flexibility."

Harry all but stops breathing, his fingers digging into my hip.

"Excuse me?" he asks in a deep and rumbly voice.

"A charm. To make you more flexible. I haven't tried it before. I don't know if I can do it wandless…"

I don't even finish the word before Harry's hand snaps out and his wand flies into his palm. He passes it to me with a wicked smile and flashing emerald eyes. I pop his wand from his fingers and drop it onto the bed.

"Next time, I said. I'm too tired for acrobatics this morning. I'm supposedly sleeping, remember?"

Harry huffs against my neck, then lifts my leg over his thigh.

"You're growing quite the list of I.O.U's, love."

It's a tab I'm more than happy to pay.

He enters me with his fingers.

My arm reaches backwards, and I run my hand into his hair, giving it a tug. He nibbles his way over my shoulder and up my throat and licks along my jaw. Greediness floods through my body, and I'm already panting even though Harry is barely moving. I should have tried that stupid charm anyway. My body is twisted and bent and arched, and the pull on my muscles is exquisite.

"Merlin, Harry. Stop teasing me."

His lips graze along mine, but he doesn't kiss me properly and it makes me want to cry in frustration. I yank on his hair harder, and the breath of his chuckles ghost across my face. His tongue darts out and glides between my lips. But he won't kiss me. Not how I want him to.

I groan when his fingers leave me dripping and desperate.

With a pull on his pants, his prick springs free. Just like with my knickers, he doesn't take them all the way off. Simply moves them enough to get the job done.

But Harry doesn't get the job done. He isn't in any hurry this morning. He's content to make me writhe and beg, and it's really not very nice of him. He grasps himself and slides the tip between my legs, gathering my moisture on his cock.

"Please, Harry," I whine and why isn't he inside me yet?

"Because I love listening to you babble inside my head. It's so much better than when you yell at me."

I'm married to a tosser. A wanker. A foul, loathsome, evil little—

I gasp when he enters me with no warning. He presses himself between my flesh and it's everything I needed and more. The slide and drag of his cock against my walls. The way he wraps his arms around my body and holds me to his heart.

Finally, desperately he kisses me, and the way his tongue twists and tangles with mine makes me want to melt on the spot.

It's languorous and sinful, the way he thrusts cleverly inside me. His mind is unguarded and bare, and the thoughts that flow through our bond are positively luscious. And the little sounds of pleasure he makes feel just as good as the feel of him sliding in and out of my quim.

It's peaceful, as we lose ourselves to each other. Harry's hand slips down between my legs, and he touches himself where he disappears inside me.

"Merlin, Harry."

My voice is raspy and desperate, and I clench down around his dick with each painfully perfect stroke. Even in this position, I can hear the sloppy wetness of our bodies joining together.

Harry says my name, but I have no idea if it was in my head or if he whimpered it out loud. His pace speeds up against his wishes, his arm tightening against my chest. His fingers skim my clit in tight tiny circles and I start to come undone. He rests his head against my shoulder, and the pants and grunts that puff against my back set my soul on fire. His magic strains against its confines until I can taste it on my tongue and see it in the air. If magic had a colour, Harry's would be blue.

It swirls and merges with mine, dipping into all the crevasses between us. I feel his magic like a physical touch and it lights me up from the inside out.

When my fingers start to tingle, I know it's our magic trying to find an outlet.

Every nerve ending in my body is singing. Harry pulls me down on top of him, spreading my legs and holding me close and I come apart in his grasp. It's like surrendering to a riptide and holding your breath while it pulls you under. Terrifying, sure. But if you know you'll survive, it's well worth the ride.

Harry's orgasm takes him with a groan. Will there ever come a time when he doesn't fight it every step of the way? He spills himself inside me and it feels like he's been petrified when he freezes at his apex. The only sound is the harsh gasping of his breath, then the thundering of our hearts as they race to see who can beat faster.

I'm panting and covered in sweat and still somehow wearing his jumper. Harry's magic has me wrapped up tight like a warm blanket in front of the fire.

"Best dream ever," Harry puffs, his muscles finally relaxing. He slips my leg back over his hip, which I really should thank him for as my thigh was starting to cramp. He tucks my breasts back into his jumper, though most of the buttons have come undone.

Then while I'm still trying to come to terms with how wonderful I feel, Harry pulls the blanket back over our chest, and promptly falls asleep.

With his dick still inside me.

Well.

That's just rude.

I'm perfectly awake now and Harry is sound asleep.

I wiggle my hips, and Harry slides free from me, his body soft against my back.

I make a mental note to talk to Harry about common courtesy and manners, then listen to the even deepness of his breathing. I try to pull away, to go use the loo and clean myself up, but Harry whimpers when I attempt to sit up. I run my hand over my thighs and clean the mess we left behind, then feel around on the bed until I locate Harry's wand.

It's the phoenix core.

It still works for me perfectly.

"Expecto Patronum," I whisper.

I'm frozen cold when a doe appears instead of my otter.

I—What?

I shake my head to clear it, and watch as the doe grazes contentedly at the side of the bed. My Patronus changed. Harry's didn't. I've seen his stag several times in this timeline.

Why is it always the woman is who forced to change?

It's so patriarchal.

Tonks' changed when Sirius died, and Remus pushed her away. But I haven't been through that sort of emotional upheaval. Unless you count dying…

And coming back as Harry's soulmate.

Yeah. Okay. I get it.

Harry is my happy thought. He always has been.

The Doe walks around the room, stopping to examine as she goes. She seems to be pulled towards the shelf with the swords. Harry's magic is probably calling to her.

She's very pretty. I'll give her that.

"Come here, beautiful," I coo, and the Doe walks back towards me.

"Harry is going to miss the first session today. He finally fell asleep. Come see us after lunch."

I send the Doe off to wake Ronald, then settle back against Harry's chest with a book.

Maybe one of these days we'll be able to sleep at the same time.