New Year, New Traditions
Author's Note: Just a fun little New Year's drabble that popped into my head. Thanks to 3241silo and Bunnies for their beta work to make this presentable. Y'all are the best!
Happy New Year, everyone! I usually say, "I hope it's the best one yet!", but I don't think this is the year for that. Instead, I hope the coming year is decidedly better than the last and will help send you to a happier future.
Every year, as was their tradition in the decade since the war, Harry and Hermione were gathered with what felt like half of London for the city's New Year's Day Parade. Every year Hermione always got them to Trafalgar Square in time to get a great spot. Every year until now.
Harry winced as Hermione's elbow connected with his ribs.
"Sorry," she said loudly, struggling to make herself heard over the noise. "I'm trying to find a space between all these people so that I can see. I just wish I could use my Omnioculars right now."
He looked over the heads of those clustered just in front of the barricade and frowned. "I can see fairly well. Do you want to try standing where I am?"
Hermione shook her head. "You're so much taller than I am. I'd still be looking at the back of someone's head." She turned and glared at him. "This is all your fault, you know. My alarm was set at the perfect time, and we would have been right on schedule if not for you."
Harry pulled her close and said low in her ear, "Is it so wrong to decide shagging my wife is the first thing I want to do in the new year?"
"No," she replied, flushing despite the chill in the air. "Definitely not a bad thing."
"Good. Make sure to put it on next year's schedule, too. I've decided it's a new tradition."
Hermione swatted his shoulder and grinned despite herself. "Agreed. But that doesn't change the fact that I still can't see, and the parade will be here any second."
Harry thought for a moment, and then he quickly looked around at the Muggles gathered for the parade. They were all focused on the first floats rounding the corner at Pall Mall. He surreptitiously slid a hand into his opposite coat sleeve and pulled his wand from it's holster on his arm.
"Harry," Hermione said through gritted teeth, "the Muggles."
He pointedly ignored her, situated his hand inside the sleeve so that only the tip of his wand was visible, and aimed it at Hermione as he cast a Featherlight Charm. She let out a quiet yelp as the spell hit her, making it difficult to keep herself firmly planted on the ground.
"You know that isn't meant to be used on humans," she ground out. "What are you—"
Harry quickly knelt to the pavement and pulled her legs over his shoulders. When he stood again, he heard his wife chuckle.
"You're too cheeky for your own good. But I suppose this is a pretty good solution."
He turned his head and looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with a familiar mischief. "Pretty good? Seems to me like it's the best of both worlds. You get to be taller, and I get to be in one of my favorite positions."
She shot him a wary, questioning look.
"With my head between your thighs," he mouthed, grinning like a madman.
Hermione's eyes grew wide in shock. "I- You, you- Ugh!" she spluttered as her husband shook with laughter. She reached down and thumped the top of his head. "Just watch the parade, will you?"
He turned back to watch the parade start past the square. As it approached their viewing area, he carefully inched his hands farther up Hermione's legs and began kneading them gently. He felt a shudder run the length of her body, then she grabbed his fingers.
"Don't even think about it, Harry."
He slid his hands slowly back down her thighs to a place more acceptable for polite society, but he did most certainly continue to think about it. And the more he thought about it, the more he resolved to shag his lovely wife again as soon as they got home. After all, if they were making new traditions this year, why stop at one?
Thanks for reading! And again, Happy New Year!