Hermione woke the next morning feeling more rested than she had in quite some time. She let a smile play on her lips as she watched Harry sleeping beside her. Last night had been more than she could have hoped for. Hermione replayed in her mind how slow and gentle Harry had been with her. His hands had been soft against her skin, while his body had been firm and unyielding under her own fingers. She had felt things she had never imagined. Harry hadn't been forceful, yet he was strong and sure and had made her feel confident being so exposed in his presence. She sighed with contentment. She bit her lip and felt her cheeks warm as their night of intimacy rolled across her mind. She felt almost like new person. To feel so entirely connected to Harry made her feel powerful and vulnerable in the most delightful ways imaginable. Without conscious thought she let her hand travel the length of his muscular chest. She felt him stir beneath her hand.
Harry stirred as he felt something soft slide across his chest. He moved his head to his left and opened his eyes. He was met with the soft smile of his new wife. Her quiet voice whispered in his ear, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Harry smiled and rolled his body over so he was facing her. He let his arms encircle her and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"If this is the sight I get to see every morning, you can wake me any time," Harry said. He was rewarded with a smile before she bit her lip and settled in beside him. After a time Harry asked, "Are you alright?"
Hermione pulled back a bit and gave him a curious look. "Of course I am! I just got married to the man I love more than life and we are waking up together from a rather fabulous wedding night. I think I am more than alright."
Harry smiled at the gentle blush that had crept up her face. He had been pleased by her response but it wasn't quite what he was asking. He tried again, "I am thrilled to hear it, and I quite agree it was fabulous. But, I mean…are you…how do you feel?"
Hermione was quiet for a moment as his true meaning finally hit her. He was trying to ask if she was suffering from any pain or soreness after their rather passionate night. She blushed again and gave him a light giggle. "Oh, Harry. How thoughtful you are. I feel fine I assure you. I may be a little tender but that is to be expected. You were very gentle."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief at her words. He had been a bit worried about causing her more pain. "Good. Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I have in quite some time," Hermione admitted as she kissed him soundly.
"I could get used to those wake up kisses," Harry smiled at her as hands slid across her soft skin.
Hermione grinned at him, "So, when do we have to leave for this honeymoon you have planned?"
"Ah, I was wondering when you would ask about that," Harry chuckled. "Didn't take you long."
"Well a girl likes to be prepared. And I am quiet curious," Hermione replied.
"We don't have to rush. We can leave anytime," Harry said.
Hermione nodded and laid back down next to him. "Good. I rather like being in bed with you."
Harry laughed, "You do huh?"
Hermione propped herself up on her elbow and gave him a mischievous grin. "I do. And as a married woman I am not ashamed to say so."
Harry pulled her down on top of him and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her exposed flesh. When they surfaced, Hermione smiled playfully at him and suddenly disappeared below the sheets. Sometime later, both lay breathlessly beside one another in a state of complete bliss. "I love you Hermione."
"I know," she sighed. "I love you too."
They cuddled for a time before Harry declared, "I think I better have a shower."
"That is probably a wise idea. I need one too," Hermione admitted. "But I will give you space. Let me know when you are done and I will just hop in."
Harry smiled at her and kissed her lightly before nodding and heading to the bathroom. "If you are hungry you should ask Biddy to bring something up," Harry suggested. She nodded at him as he closed the bathroom door. A short time later, Harry stepped out of the shower and called for Hermione but there was no response. His heart quickly jumped into his throat that something was wrong. He took a deep breath to remind himself that the pendant had not indicated any danger. With his towel wrapped around his waist he entered the bedroom to find Hermione fast asleep in the large bed. He smiled. He should have known that their little episode of fun would tire her. She was still quite weak after all. He would need to keep an eye on her and make sure not to tire her too much on their travels. He also prayed that the attacks would end with their union. Only time would tell. He was a bit displeased to see the breakfast tray hardly touched. He approached the bed and gently drew back the curls from Hermione's porcelain skin. He could hardly believe she was his wife. It was like a dream. He kissed her softly on the cheek and said softly, "My dear, the shower is free if you wish. Or I can let you sleep if you want." He saw her stir and gave out a little moan at his words.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she said softly, "I'll get up. I am dying to know what you have in store for us."
Sorry! Another short one but I thought it was better than nothing! Hope you enjoy. Please comment guys! Please! It really helps me feel motivated.