Chapter 22

By the time the sun had set low beyond the horizon Storm and Hermione were making their way out of the wedding gazebo finally. They had left Harry, Ginny, Joe and Cho in charge of pulling everything down. Hermione had tried to help but had simply been shooed away by the small group.

She had sighed, and given each of them a tight hug in turn thanking them all for their help for the day. She had cards already arranged and ready to be sent out once they make their way back from their weekend away. Storm was already waiting for her a little impatiently at the bottom of the isle.

Hermione knew there was very little else on Storm's mind but seeing what was to come next. She wasn't great when it came to surprises and still had no idea what lay in wait for them. Hermione had planned it all with Storm in mind. She knew the Shifter loved nothing more but wide open spaces, somewhere to swim and a roaring fire at the end of the night.

As she finally turned from what was left of their guests she made her way quickly to the Shifter, Storm's hand outstretched ready to take her own. A wide smile tugging it's way across the younger woman's lips as she watched her now wife making her way over. "Well, come on then slow poke. I'm ready to see what this surprise is" She stated simply, leaning over to press her lips to Hermione's cheek as the older woman pressed herself into her side.

"You have my bag don't you?" Hermione checked, just making sure everything was all in place. Her dark eyes fixed to the younger woman's features as Storm shuffled through her suit jacket pocket. Pulling a miniaturised beaded bag from it's depths to hold in front of them both.

"I have" She spoke pointedly as she pushed it back to where it came from. Watching as Hermione produced her wand from somewhere unknown. The brunette looking up to her with a nod before she twisted her wrist and pulled them into nothingness.

The nothingness lasted for a mere moment before it gave way once again to the world around them. A huge lake spread out in front of them, it's surface so still it almost looked like a mirror reflecting the sky above. Stars twinkled so brightly, the moon casting elongated shadows upon the entire area. There was a thick forest laid out behind them, large trees looming overhead.

The sound of a gentle breeze rustling through the branches of the canopy behind them filled the air, otherwise all else remained silent. Storm breathed deeply then, inhaling the cold night air into her lungs. The purely natural smell that hit her nose stirred something primal deep within the pit of her belly.

Fighting off all instincts to shift on the spot she turned on heel in an attempt to distract herself, her dark eyes finding Hermione standing watching her curiously. She had seen the way the younger woman's body seemed to change, seemed to start to vibrate with excitement as soon as she took the first breath of cold night air. The house on the beach was familiar, it was somewhere Storm had been for a very long time.

This was entirely new, this forest and this lake and everything else that surrounded them was new. She could almost see the inner workings of the shifter try to break out in an attempt to explore the land around them. The look on her face something of pure pleasure as she took in where exactly they were.

A small tent lay behind them, unnoticed until Storm had turned to look at the brunette. Entirely unassuming in the dark, but Storm figured there was much more to it than what first met the eye. There always was when it came to magic.

"So, is this our home for the next few days?" Storm questioned then, her voice not much more than a whisper as she moved to wrap Hermione up entirely in her strong arms. Pulling the shorter woman willingly into her chest as she spoke, unable to stand the distance between them in that moment.

"I thought you might like a break away from absolutely everything" Hermione spoke, and she too had looked forward to it. They had their proper honeymoon booked, something more public, something that she knew would eventually drain the younger witch.

If she was honest, just spending a few days entirely off the grid had seemed like the perfect idea for both of them. Away from all the drama, the prophet articles, pressure from their jobs and the like. Somewhere absolutely nobody knew of, just for them to be together in any way they chose.

"Two of my favourite things wrapped in one" Storm started happily, already seeming much lighter at the prospect of just being the two of them for a bit. "You and being in the middle of absolutely nowhere" She laughed then, moving to brush the tip of her nose against Hermione's.

"Shall we go in?" Hermione questioned, her own lips tugged up into a wide smile. Unable to really contain the happiness she felt in that moment. Her fingers stroking themselves up the sides of Storm's neck gently as she watched the younger woman nod quite liberally.

"The suspense is killing me" Storm laughed then, finally letting go of the shorter witch. She moved to lean down and unzip the tent's door, figuring it would be bad manners to allow the older woman to do so still in her dress.

She moved to the side once it was open motioning for Hermione to go first, watching as her now wife ducked into the space and disappeared. Storm took one last look at the expanse surrounding the tent before clambering herself. Ducking to avoid messing her hair up on the door.

As soon as she was within the space she noted then it was definitely not a muggle tent. The entire thing opened up impossibly to accommodate a wide open area. A living room with a small fire sending smoke billowing up a metal chimney, a kitchen and a bedroom separated by a curtain emblazoned with the Gryffindor colours.

The curtain had been pulled back to reveal a huge four poster bed that looked a lot like a bigger version of the ones they had slept in at Hogwarts. "Is that supposed to be a nod to our dorms?" She questioned then, intrigued by the design inspiration.

The entire area looked as if it had come straight out of Gryffindor's common room, even down to the overstuffed sofa that sat in front of the fire already heating the area so nicely. Storm was floored by the amount of work Hermione must have done to organise this for them both. She was really taken back by the skill that would have been needed to make something like this happen.

"Well, it's pretty much exactly the same bed that I had in my head girl's room back at Hogwarts… I figured since you were so curious about those things it'd be a great opportunity to show you." Hermione spoke, the tone of her voice sending sparks through to the base of Storm's stomach.

"Bloody hell, are you trying to kill me?" Storm laughed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as her dark eyes fell onto the bed. Many different thoughts tugging at her mind in that moment, and not one of them was clean.

"Well, you always mention your intrigue and fascination with that era, so I thought… why not" Hermione added a little coyly, seemingly knowing exactly what the younger witch was thinking about in that instance.

"You can say sexual fantasies Hermione" Storm added with a laugh, "and it seems like I'm not the only one with them in regards to that particular era" she added, almost mimicking the older woman. A laugh escaping her lips as she noted the light blush that had began creeping up her wife's neck.

"I think we have already established there were some unrealised temptations back at Hogwarts" Hermione spoke then, as a matter of factly. Moving towards the Shifter until their front's were flush together. Her slim fingers moving to pop the younger witch's collar up in and loosen her bow tie. "I am unashamed to say it now that we're married that there were certain scenarios I had figured you'd be very good at helping out with back then" She added, almost as a whisper into the younger woman's lips.

"What?" Storm stated dumbly, her jaw falling slack at the revelation. "The Hermione Granger had sexual thought's about me while we were at Hogwarts?" She spoke, her voice light and giddy as her eyes widened comically.

"The Hermione Granger IS your wife now and it's not like we've strayed from a physical relationship" The older woman quipped, amusement lacing her tone as she took in just how shocked Storm actually was. She had thought she had made that little fact a well known secret, at least between them. But it seemed Storm had missed her meanings, or downplayed it until it had been spelt out for her entirely.

"Yes but you're much more calm now than you were back at school. I can't believe you didn't think I was useless after all" Storm laughed as she watched the older woman undo her shirt, her jacket having been long since discarded.

Hermione paused for a moment, her mind a little foggy from the remnants of all the alcohol she had consumed that day. There hadn't really been a short supply, and she was a little surprised that Storm wasn't falling over with how much she had consumed herself. "I never said you were useless back then, just arrogant and far too loud!" Hermione quipped, her voice firm as she insisted she as correct.

"Oh, really? I bet you thought about how loud I might be" Storm teased then, her dark eyes sharp as they fixed the older woman with a pointed stare. She knew Hermione was right, she too had definitely calmed down a lot as everyone else did with age. All of her characteristics still there, just quite subdued in comparison to her younger self.

"Don't be so vulgar" Hermione scolded then as she paused at the base of Storm's shirt, the entire thing completely undone and hanging open on the younger woman's shoulders. Her dark eyes fixing the Shifter who was grinning her usual lopsided grin with a stern glare from under her lashes.

"I'm simply stating facts Hermione… I just want to know what these little fantasies of yours were?" Storm questioned as she made to pull away from hands trying to push her shirt off of strong shoulders. Making her way into the kitchen to pull open a small fridge to peak into it. A bottle of butterbeer catching her attention quickly, pulling out two of them to open for the pair. Curiosity was definitely going to kill the cat in this instance, though potentially not in any way one might think.

"Are you serious? I can't remember the ins and outs of these things. I tried hard not to think about it at the time" Hermione quipped, folding her arms across her chest as she huffed, annoyed with how far away the Shifter had gotten. Her plan not exactly unfolding exactly how she had hoped it would.

"Well, that is incredibly upsetting" Storm stated, her voice dripping with sarcasm as her eyebrow raised in challenge. She knew Hermione was lying, there wasn't much the older woman forgot. She might have been ready to reveal the fact that there had been some thoughts on the topic all those years ago, but she would definitely need some goading into revealing exactly what they might have been.

Hermione watched closely as the shifter drained half her bottle then, her throat bobbing up and down with each swallow of the sweet liquid. Her stomach flexing as she moved to lean herself against the countertop, making no move to readjust her shirt. Allowing it to fall open at the front and reveal tense muscles she knew Hermione liked so much.

An eyebrow raised as she watched Hermione falter for a moment, watching as she watched Storm so closely then. Dark eyes widening a little as she realised she had been caught staring so intensely. Her blush growing ever deeper as she swallowed a little nervously under the intense heat that came with the look she was receiving from the younger woman.

"You're absolutely impossible, and you know it" She huffed again then, moving to cross the room to take her own butterbeer that had been left open on the side. Pulling the bottle to her lips to take her own generous swig before she turned then to present the younger witch with her back. "Will you help me with my zip please?" She asked politely, unable to reach that far to get it down herself.

Though, no opportunities were wasted as she backed herself right into the Shifter, pinning her to the countertop as she reached behind herself to place a hand on a strong thigh. Noting a little smugly the soft sigh that had met her ears as soon as she had met the younger woman's body with her own. If Storm wanted to play games, she'd quite happily play games.

Storm said nothing, instead she moved to take the little zipper that started just where Hermione's bra strap should have been. Noting the distinct lack of that particular item for the first time that day. Her eyebrows rose then, considering what the brunette may or may not have beneath this dress. Gently she dragged the zipper down, revealing more and more soft skin to her gaze the further it got.

The older woman wasted no time in stepping from the garment, moving away to drape it across the back of a chair not far away. Leaving herself in absolutely nothing but a pair of panties and garter set to keep a nude pair of stockings up. Her heels forgotten somewhere along the way.

The brunette's lips twisting up with a smug smirk as she listened to the quietly gasped "Oh merlin" that was aired from where Storm was still leaning up against the counter top. She supposed this plan had definitely worked the way she had wanted it to, and that thought had only been confirmed when strong fingers found her hips and warm lips found the crook of her neck.

The younger woman snapping into action as soon as she had seen exactly what had been beneath the dress Hermione had been wearing all day. The older woman sighing into the touch as she pressed herself back into the taller woman's frame. A smirk playing at her lips as lithe fingers found the nape of Storm's neck, sliding up into the longer hairs she found there, tugging gently at them.

"I swear if I wake up tomorrow and this has all been a dream I'm going to be so upset" Storm muttered then with a low laugh, her words spoken against Hermione's skin as she drug her lips across heated flesh. Her own hands moving to palm at the breasts that were released the second the older woman's dress had been dropped.

"Well, we can't have that now can we" Hermione spoke again, turning in the younger woman's arms. Her palms coming to rest at Storm's stomach that quivered under her touch as she gently scraped her nails across the sensitive skin there. The younger witch's eyes seemed to be entirely blown, her irises nothing more than a thin rim around entirely dilated pupils. White teeth fully on show as she grinned her usual lopsided grin.

"I don't think I'll ever believe we actually got married" Storm stated then as she ducked to capture the older woman's lips with her own in a heated kiss. Pausing briefly as Hermione moved to undo her belt and button before shoving her trousers down her thighs to pool at her ankles on the floor.

Fingers dipping into the waistband of Storm's boxer shorts before she turned to pull the younger woman along with her, pushing the Shifter down non too gently onto the overstuffed couch in front of the fire. Her knees finding it's plush cushions soon after, either side of the Shifter's slim hips. "Are you going to shift?" She asked a little huskily as Storm lent into her, sucking gently on her pulse point as strong fingers squeezed at fleshy butt cheeks still clad in lacy panties that left very little to the imagination.

Storm just hummed then, the noise vibrating against the older woman's skin as she moved to hook her fingers into the bow tie that still hung so loosely around the Shifter's neck. The questioned answered as Storm manoeuvred herself a little, and a solid presence made itself known as it pressed tightly to the older woman's centre through their underwear.

The feel of it already so stiff made her mind reel as she wondered just how worked up Storm actually was. They very rarely did this, Storm never shifted unless it was that particular week. Hermione had never preferred one to the other. But in this instance, she figured it would do no harm. They were actually married now, and "practicing" without going through with the actual deed was unnecessary now.

The brunette's hands stroked down Storm's neck, running down warm pale skin wherever it was available to her touch. Storm leaning up to take her lips in a hasty, sloppy kiss that exuded a need to be satiated. She could do nothing but return the kisses in the same way, groaning as Storm's tongue swiped across her bottom lip before the Shifter pulled it into her mouth to nibble gently before letting it go with a pop.

A cheeky smirk pulling at her lips as she noted the way Hermione had spared no second to pull her back in to the kiss, chasing her lips as she lent back against the plush cushions on the back of the sofa. The older woman snaking a hand down finally to grip at Storm's solid appendage through the fabric of her boxers just briefly before material was shoved unceremoniously out of the way just enough for the brunette to tug her member free.

The Shifter sucking in a sharp breath as sensitive skin was released to the cool air that settled around their flaming skin, the breath followed swiftly by a groan as the older woman gripped at her appendage firmly. She rose up on her heels for a moment then, and Storm figured out quickly what was happening. Her own hands steadying the older woman where she balanced, allowing the older woman to do whatever it was she wanted to do. Storm nothing more than putty in her hands at this point.

Her skin felt as if it was on fire, molten to the touch as Hermione guided her hard shaft to her entrance, panties pulled out of the way. Something that sent electricity through Storm's entire body, her limbs vibrating with anticipation. They'd never done it like this, this quickly. Hermione had never seemed to want her like this before, this badly that they didn't even bother to remove the barriers entirely, simply just shoving everything out of the way.

As her tip was engulfed in wet heat she couldn't help the moan that dripped from her tongue or the way her dark eyes fought to stay open so she could watch the brunette's face and features twist up with her own pleasure. Hermione's lips falling open to accommodate her own soft sigh as she sank down further, taking more of Storm's member in with each passing moment. Slowly, until the Shifter had bottomed out entirely and Hermione's thighs had once again met Storm's own.

"Bloody hell" Storm whimpered as the older woman's hands found her shoulders, her own planted firmly on the brunette's lower back. Hermione's fingertips digging into strong muscles as she started a slow rhythm, pulling herself up slowly before sliding back down. The Shifter helping to guide her every movement with hands that rested on her hips, splaying out where they sat to touch as much of the soft skin there as possible.

Hermione's eyes flicked up then as she watched the younger woman watching her movements with intrigue, soft sighs escaping her lips with every downward thrust of the Brunette's hips. Her lip trapped between her own teeth as she focussed on where their bodies were connected the intensity of her stare spurring the older woman on.

Storm allowed the brunette the control for a little while, allowed her to pace out the start of the encounter. But soon she was lifting her hips off the cushion to thrust up to meet each of Hermione's downward strokes. Strong arms wrapping around the older woman's waist as Storm fell back into the cushion of the couch, bringing Hermione with her.

The Shifter using her own thighs to keep Hermione propped up from the angle she was at as she took control of their movements. Her own hips thrusting up hard and steady, sending her appendage as deep as it could possibly go. The action having the brunette's eyes rolling back as they snapped shut, her breathing hard in Storm's ear as the younger woman grunted beneath her. The exertion causing her heart to hammer heavily inside her chest.

There was a heavy coil winding it's way around her spine, and she knew Hermione was close by the way her walls had begun to get tighter, gripping her solid shaft tightly within herself. Sucking it back in every time Storm pulled out only to slam herself back in, their actions becoming frantic as release grew ever closer for both of them.

Hermione was whimpering, moaning with abandon as she clawed her nails into the back of Storm's neck and her shoulder in turn. Holding on for dear life as the Shifter's own arms gripped tightly around her waist, holding her as close as possible. Her thighs beginning to quake around Storm's hips as the first waves of her own orgasm began ripping through her smaller frame.

The younger woman unable to keep her own at bay as the strong walls that gripped her so tightly began fluttering around her. The groan and surprised sigh of relief that echoed in her ear told her that Hermione was there, and she didn't need to hang on any longer. Her own coil snapped then and as she pressed herself as deep as possible she halted to spill herself entirely into the woman above her. Thick ropes of her own orgasm coating the inside of the older woman entirely as her appendage twitched, mixing with the moisture from the older woman herself. The thought of the act pulling her mind apart as all cognitive thought's cleared from her head.

Hermione's body the first to collapse entirely into her own just seconds before she too went limp. All movement ceased as they sat together panting heavily. The crackle of the fire left forgotten to heat the space the only sound that joined them in that moment.

"Bloody hell." Storm spoke with a quiet laugh, her voice heavy from use as she spoke finally. Fingers tracing long languid patterns over smooth, sweat slick skin as she held the brunette as close as possible. Still unable to process the whole ordeal entirely. "Well, that absolutely blows anything I could ever conjure up in my head out of the water."

"I should hope so" Hermione whispered against the crook of Storm's neck. A single fingertip tracing the outside of the younger woman's collar bone poking out from beneath Storm's undone shirt. "I always imagined pulling you into my shower after one of your really cold quidditch practices" Hermione admitted then, her voice quieter than it had been before.

Storm hadn't really been expecting the admission from the older woman. She was sure she would never hear the ins and outs of what exactly Hermione had been thinking about back then. "Oh, really?" She quizzed then, unsure of what else she could really say.

"Your cheeks always looked so wind chapped and sore. I had already seen what was under your robes at that point, and felt what it might be like to have you pressed up against me. I just imagined having you there, so elated after practicing might be incredibly interesting." She spoke quietly, though Storm wasn't really getting a sexy vibe.

"So your sexual fantasies were more about getting rid of my wind chapped cheeks" Storm laughed then, poking fun at the older witch who was still catching her breath.

"Well, when you put it that way. It was always a case of wanting to sort your cheeks out… then maybe sorting you out" Hermione laughed gently, moving just slightly to pull back and take in Storm's disheveled appearance. Dark eyes running down her body until they reached where they were still quite connected.

"So you wanted to take care of me… and then you wanted to shower with me" Storm laughed again, rolling her eyes playfully. "It sounds a lot like what you do now" She added, steadying the older woman as she moved to pull herself out then. A low sigh pulling itself from her chest as Hermione's nails dug into her flesh at the loss of contact.

"More than just shower with you." Hermione quipped quietly as she allowed Storm to rearrange their situation. The younger woman moving to lift them both before settling Hermione gently on her back on the sofa, moving to settle herself between the brunette's thighs.

"I just always imagined what might lift your mood when you were so determined to give me a billion detentions. A lot more than chocolate frogs crossed my mind" Storm laughed then, as she watched Hermione roll her eyes, slapping her shoulder playfully before she snaked her arms around her neck. Pulling the Shifter in for a tender kiss.

The mood much lighter than it had been earlier. The desperate need to tear each other's clothes off gone with the first round. There was no rush now, but they definitely had every intention of enjoying every aspect of their wedding night. Storm figured, there would definitely not be another one like this.

A/n: I imagine there would be a lot of tension between them in a Hogwarts where they both existed but not as a couple. Storm was definitely a simp for Hermione, Hermione definitely a simp for Storm.

Is it awful that I really want to write a crackship of Storm and Ginny in Hogwarts? I am honestly thinking about it. Such fire, much passion. Can we all just let me know if i'm absolutely mad for thinking about it? Haha

At this point I'm just writing for myself haha. Bonus if you guys also enjoy.

Gyms reopen on the 12th of April here, and I am so stoked to not only be able to be going back to work, but being able to actually workout somewhere that isn't my bedroom. Yay!

Hope you're all well.

Kass