- I will warn all of you from the get-go, there is a small sex scene ahead, so beware! lol Please R&R!
Harry and Hermione decided to go to the Manhattan Pubic Library once they had arrived. Harry was of little help to Hermione when it came to finding things in books, so he sat at one of the tables and waited.
"Here it is," Hermione said, returning to the table with a rather large encyclopedia in tow.
Hermione laid the book down on the table, just in front of Harry, and sat down. She flipped through the pages till she came to the page that contained information on Hellebore.
"Hellebore; it says here that the herb itself is very poisonous—" Hermione began.
"Poisonous?" Harry asked quickly.
"Yes, but it also says that if you use the correct amount and under the right conditions, it acts like a healing herb. It's only poisonous when you use it for bad purposes. The book also says that this herb has been used to protect livestock and becomes, in powdered form, invisibility."
"You mean to say that this stuff could be in my father's cloak?" Harry asked, looking over the page a second time.
"It could be, but there are other plants and sometimes animals that can produce the same effects," Hermione said, glancing towards the bottom of the page, "It says here that this herb can be found in margins of shrubberies. That shouldn't be too hard, there's a park across the street. We could check in there."
"Okay, but do we know what this herb looks like?"
"Umm…right here, it looks like a flower—"
"A flower? That's not very helpful, there a tons of flowers in parks."
"Yes, but this certain herb has four white flowers and its fifth is a greenish color. Trust me, I'll know it when I see it, you know that…" Hermione stated, looking up at Harry with a smile.
"Yeah, you're right; you weren't the brightest witch in our year for nothing. Let's getting going, then," Harry said, standing up and grabbing the book. "Do you remember where you got this from?"
"Yes, right over here," Hermione muttered, taking the book from Harry and placing it back upon the shelf.
Once they were outside, Harry glanced across the street and looked for an entrance to the park. When he found nothing, he let out a heavy sigh.
"There's no entrance over here."
Hermione glanced around and noticed a bus full of teenage students standing around. As she watched, she saw some of the kids climb up onto the wall and then saw them disappear as they slid off to the other side.
"Harry, look," Hermione said, pointing towards the group, "We can do what they're doing; Climb the wall and jump over. They're doing it, so I don't see why we can't."
"Hmm…all right, let's try it," Harry said, before looking both ways and crossing the street.
When they had reached the other side, they climbed up the wall. Harry was the first one over and, when he noticed she had not followed, he looked up at her.
"What's wrong?"
"It's too high!" she called down to him.
"Too high? Come on, Hermione, just jump!"
"I can't!"
Harry thought for a moment then called up to her, "I'll catch you, just jump!"
Hermione looked down and watched him raise his arms, ready to catch her when she jumped.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Hermione closed her eyes and slid off the wall.
"Ahhh!" she cried.
She soon stopped as a pair of hands caught her around her waist. Opening one eye, she glanced up and noticed Harry staring back at her.
"See that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"I guess, but don't laugh at me! You know I don't like heights! You've known since third year when you made me ride that hippogriff; oh that was dreadful…"
"Yeah, but would you have ridden Buckbeak if I hadn't gone with you?" Harry asked, gently setting her down so that she was now standing before him.
Hermione blushed and looked away. Harry laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling her forward towards the sidewalk. They walked around, stopping every once in a while to inspect a flower bed. After about an hour, Harry was ready to call it a day. He found the nearest bench and sat down.
"Where do think it's at if it's not here?" he asked, putting his head in his hands.
"I don—wait, Harry, look!" Hermione rose from the bench and walked towards a patch of bushes. "Look, I think this is it!"
Harry stood, walked to her side and bent down. He looked at the plant and noticed four white flowers and then noticed the fifth one. He reached into his pocket and pulled out six miniature Viles.
"How are we going to fit that plant in these?" Harry mumbled as he expanded the bottles.
"Why don't you shrink the plants? I mean, if you can expand and shrink the bottles, then you should be able to do the same to the plants," Hermione said, pulling out her wand and waving it over the plants.
One by one, the six Hellebores shrank till they were the size of thimbles. Harry picked them up and placed them in their respective Viles before returning the Viles to their original state. He stood and stretched a hand out for Hermione to grab. She took his hand and rose to her feet.
"That was harder than necessary," Hermione replied, "How about we find a hotel and take a rest? It's already six o'clock. We can't keep going like this; you need to take a break."
Harry's face fell, then he sighed, "Good idea, there was a local hotel up the street from that muggle hospital. Do you want to check that one out?"
"Sure, any place with good service is fine with me…"
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"Well, here's room three fifty-eight," Hermione called over her shoulder.
She took out the key and placed it in the key hole, turning it. The door clicked open and they headed inside.
"What are we going to do about sleeping clothes?" Hermione asked, as she poured her self a glass of water from the sink.
Harry sighed and walked into the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled against her neck.
"Harry, that tickles!" she cried, setting her glass down, "You didn't answer my question…"
"What is there to answer? Let's not worry about that right now, it's too early…" Harry said, spinning her around so that his hands were now resting just above her butt.
"What did you have in mind?" Hermione asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I don't know…" Harry whispered, leaning forward so that their noses were practically touching one another.
"Hmm…I like not knowing," Hermione closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his.
Hermione moaned and he plundered her mouth with his tongue, not daring to pull away from her, not even for air. His hands slid down her sides, and he became delighted as he remembered the way she always felt and the way she always shuddered under his touch.
Hermione managed to finally tear her mouth away only to have him attack her neck. She, in return, lifted her chin higher so that he would have better access. Then, as Harry continued to trail kisses down her neckline, he moved them over to their bed.
Once they had fully gotten on the bed, Harry broke the kiss; breathing heavily. He looked down at her, her soft curls spread over the pillow, and smiled. She was beautiful. Before she could utter a word, Harry recaptured her lips, this time running his tongue over her lower lip to gain entrance. Giving in, Hermione opened her mouth and intensified the kiss; each attacking the other hungrily as Harry's hand came up to grasp her breast.
Hermione moaned slightly as Harry began to lift up her shirt; sliding it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Harry stopped what he was doing to stare at her for a moment before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth; rolling the other between his fingers. She moaned loudly, fisting her hands in his hair.
Harry then slid down and settled in between her legs and ran his hands slowly up her thighs as she pulled him down for a kiss. As she ran her hands over his back, Hermione could feel a thin coat of sweat beginning to form over his tensing muscles. Harry progressed downward, this time letting his tongue dart out onto her lower abdomen while his thumbs found the waist band to her last piece of clothing. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and began to pull them down her legs; until at last, it joined the shirt. Hermione looked down at Harry's remaining clothing. He got the hint and removed them.
Harry positioned his member at the entrance of her sex. As he looked down, he gazed into her eyes. Then, in one swift motion, he entered her. Hermione began to gasp out in pleasure as she felt him fill her. Soon Harry's movements became more frantic and his groans and moans in Hermione's ear was driving her to her release.
When Hermione came back down from her high, she felt Harry reach his climax. Once spent, Harry slumped down on top of her and nuzzled her neck. He then gently pulled out of her and moved in next to her. She snuggled against him and laid her check on his chest as she panted and gasped. She moved in closer to him and brushed a kiss against his collarbone. He stroked her hair as his hand rested possessively on her hip; her leg over his as she laid half on him and half on the bed.
"Harry?" she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I have to ask you, do you feel bad at all about what just happened?"
"What do you mean, Hermione?" Harry asked, looking across at her.
"I mean, do you feel bad about having sex with a future version of your wife while the present one is in the hospital? I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it, cause I did…"
Harry thought for a few minutes before replying, "Well, I guess, now that you mention it, I do feel bad in a way, but at the same time, it feels fine…why?"
"I don't know, I thought I'd just ask…"
"Well, don't worry, this doesn't mean that I prefer the future you over the present you, I feel the same way about you no matter what…what time are you from anyways?"
"Well, let's see…about three months ahead of your time. That's not really a lot, though."
"Three months older? I thought you didn't look any different, unless you count this small bulge," Harry said referring to her slightly bulging tummy.
"Harry, you were always a one of a kind, you know that? I'm very glad you married me when you did, or I may have had to result to taking more drastic measures," she said, giggling softly.
"More drastic measures, eh? Like what?" Harry said, rolling back on top of her.
"I don't know, but I would have done anything to get you to notice me…"
"Oh, is that right? Well then, why don't you show me what you were going to do?"
"Fine, but remember, you asked for it," Hermione mentioned, recapturing Harry's lips with her own.