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Book 1: A Girl Can Be More Important Than a Firebolt
Book 2: Light of the Heart
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A/N: Harry Potter and his world belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights.
A/N: Thank you to my beta brummettjames007.
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Chapter 16
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December 27, 1996
Morpeth, England
Innis, one of Matron Longbottom's house elves, showed them into a small sitting room towards the back of the house. Harry knew that his Great Aunt's study was connected to this room, as was her more private dining room for special guests. This manor was huge, far larger than twenty people could fill. It was a symbol of a bygone time when families lived closer together and there were more Half-blood and Pureblood wizards. It was an age that his Great Aunt had been born into and lived before the wars of Grindelwald and Voldemort.
Hermione and he were dressed in muggle attire: jeans, jumpers and trainers. Neville was in slacks and a nice knit jumper. They all entered the room, comporting themselves like they should, but clearly rebellious in their clothing choices, knowing full well what his Great Aunt's intentions were when they last saw her just under a week ago.
The old woman was standing at a tall window, looking out onto the grounds. Her typical hat with a vulture on it was uncharacteristically on a side table. She didn't acknowledge them at first when Innis announced them. "The Scion Longbottom, Heir Black and Heiress Shirley-Black, Mistress Longbottom."
The house elf waited for a moment before bowing to them and leaving the room, closing the door as he went.
Harry and Neville bowed, right hand over their front and left hand to their back. Hermione did a curtsy. He had no idea if his great aunt noticed as her face and eyes never left the window.
They all stood there and waited. This was the Longbottom's house, and they were guests. Well, not Neville, but he was acting that way.
"Do you fear me so much that you could not meet me face-to-face on your own," Madame Longbottom asked.
"Harry and Hermione can leave, Gran, but I think you owe Harry an apology and an explanation first," Neville replied.
Great Aunt Augusta's expression didn't change. "And what about an apology for destroying what my birth House stood for?"
"Great Aunt Augusta, the Potters are still a strong and respected House. We will regain a Wizengamot seat when I absorb the line of the Blacks," he told her.
"Pah! The Blacks. A House as corrupt, dark and twisted as they come. I see the taint from Euphemia in you as I did in James. No Potter would have ever thought to give up your birthright like that, Heir Black. I thought Belvina would have raised you better, but what should I have expected from someone who threw her blood away like your father was doing," Great Aunt Augusta said with disdain.
Harry felt his blood roiling. "This was not your decision! I chose it after seeing how many in Britain are treated. You spout off about not caring about blood or purity or other tripe, and I have seen how you try to help Muggleborns and Half-bloods, but you still refer to them that way and look down on them like the ones you say you oppose. Why should it matter that I chose not to be part of the government that has condemned them all to this fate?"
"Spoken like a petulant child that understands nothing of what it is to have a magical heritage as old and respected as the Potters," she said, finally turning to them.
"Petulant! I am standing up for everything I was taught, Great Aunt Augusta. You even taught me some of my beliefs. Until the Solstice, we all thought Hermione a muggleborn and she had already made the decision to leave Britain for Sark after seeing what it was really like after she left Hogwarts. Why is this so different? Why is this so important?"
"Because, Harry, the right to be in the Peerage is not a right that should be cast away so foolishly. There are very few of the old pure bloods left and those around Malfoy have grown powerful again. You are lucky they were not able to vote in the last Wizengamot meet. We need all the houses and votes we can get to break some of the regulations, and you threw away two of those votes! You threw away the seat of power the Potter's have held for almost five hundred years! The Potters were a founding member of the Wizarding Council and the Ministry, and you toss it aside like it means nothing!" she yelled at him. "Fleamont is probably rolling over in his grave."
He was yelling back. "I did not throw away our family history. The Potters have always been leaders and a solid voice of reason. By casting aside our Wizengamot title I gained you four votes to the two we lost. By taking up as the Black Heir, I will be stripping the lot around Lord Malfoy of four votes. Tell me how that shows the actions of a petulant child, Great Aunt Augusta?"
Her lips pursed as she thought for a moment. "And what about the Goyle's? If I had known they were a vassal-House to the Potters, I would have raked them across the coals."
"I couldn't afford to have any prolonged court battles. I have claimed Sark as my legal residence and had all Potter vaults moved to Guernsey. I don't want to live in Britain, and I don't want any of my children to know the way it is here. I am not even sure I want them to go to Hogwarts except they will have to because of the laws around inheritance. You were so upset at what I was doing, did you ever consider asking why?" Harry retorted.
She stood there, upset. "You are still only a child. Belvina should have put her foot down."
"After we had some long, serious talks, Aunt Bel agreed with me. This was not a decision I made lightly, but it was my decision."
"Just like it was your decision to run off and marry the first set of eyes you found fanciful?"
Harry's face became hard. "Hermione and I are not married yet. It is more than some fanciful encounter and I would prefer you not to speak about my betrothed in that manner."
The woman looked Hermione up and down. "Is it true? Are you a descendent of a squib line of the Shirleys?"
Hermione looked just as upset. "Yes. I don't see why that is important."
His Great Aunt closed her eyes and turned back out towards the gardens. After a few deep breaths, she sounded calmer. "It is especially important, Heiress Shirley-Black. As my great nephew has pointed out, the power in the Wizengamot is shifting. It is shifting in ways that are beyond my control. I do not like not being in control. You and your Scion are at the center of it, of this mess. And—" she took another breath and let it out. "—and I think I am on the wrong side of this shift. That is a position I am not accustomed to."
There was a quiet calm for a moment, none of them talking.
"Harry, I am still extremely upset with you for casting aside the Potter Lordship. I will be for a long time and may never be able to forgive you for it. I let those emotions lead me to something I can never apologize for. What I did at the Wizengamot meet should have never happened," she said with a pause, "That being said, I cannot deny the positive effects that have come from it."
His great aunt turned. "It has also broken something in my alliance I do not think I can ever heal. Heiress Shirley-Black, please forgive me for being rude to you." Great Aunt Augusta bowed as much as she could in her old age.
Hermione stood with pursed lips for a moment. "Great Aunt Augusta, please call me Hermione. Like you are with Harry, I am furious at you right now for what you tried to do." She looked to Harry as she talked. She wasn't repentant for what she was saying and Harry didn't want her to be. "But I think we should work with each other to see positive changes happen outside and inside the Wizengamot."
His great aunt gave her an appraising look. "Well put, Hermione. Perhaps we can come to some middle ground? I have nine-Houses that will follow my lead no matter what. The Greengrasses and a splinter group have informed me that they are no longer considering Madam Bones and myself as head of their group. I have a feeling they will be looking to you, Harry, and Neville as time goes on."
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione replied.
Harry still felt worked up, but his great aunt appeared to be seriously trying to extend an olive branch. "Great Aunt Augusta, I will work to put my anger aside if you are willing to work with us. Hermione can't take up the vote of House Shirley until next December. She also plans to sit proxy for House Black. Uncle Ted has the petition ready for me to absorb the Blacks once I turn seventeen and we have decided it will be just House Potter."
She nodded her head. "I will work with you, Harry. You and I are the last of House Potter. I want to see it proliferate as much as I want to see House Longbottom do so."
"As do I, Gran," Neville spoke up.
She nodded. "I know, Neville. I think we need to talk as well."
"That is why I came," Neville told her.
Great Aunt Augusta looked tired. "Please, take a seat. I'll have Innis bring us some tea."
"We'll wait out in the hall for you?" Harry asked Neville.
"Harry, it is alright if you and Hermione stay. I would like to get to know my future great niece and to make amends. Life is too short for family not to find a way to coexist." His Great Aunt motioned to the other chairs around a tea table.
He looked to Neville. "Just give me like ten minutes and then you can come back in?" Neville asked.
Harry nodded. "I think you and your grandson have some other important things to talk about first. We will just step out until you are done and then I would be happy to accept that tea," Harry told her.
Great Aunt Augusta nodded. "Very well. Call on Marni if you need anything."
When they were in the hallway, Hermione turned and put her hands on his hips. "Are you alright with this?"
Harry sighed. "It's the best I will get from her. You're right though; we need to work with her until Neville takes up the seat."
"Do you think Great Aunt Augusta will step aside once Neville turns eighteen?"
"I don't know. Seats are typically taken up at twenty-one or later if a sitting Lord or Lady occupies a seat."
Hermione moved in. "But Neville's grandfather stepped down and let his son take the Longbottom seat."
He put his hands on her hips now. "Yes, but since she was Lady Longbottom before that, the laws are a little murky. She is technically sitting Regent right now, but she could contest Neville's claim when he turns eighteen."
She went up on her toes and kissed him. "Then we need to play nice and get her on our side."
Harry smirked at her. "I thought you didn't like to play politics like that."
She smirked and kissed him again. "I have been doing a lot of thinking since we talked with Uncle Ted that first night on Holiday. I will not compromise my ideals, but the more I think on it, the more I realize he is not wrong."
"You really are the brightest witch of our age," he teased.
"And don't you forget that, my betrothed," she told him half seriously.
They were still sharing mostly innocent kisses when the doors opened a good twenty-minutes later.
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December 30, 1996
London, England
Harry was starting to really like seeing Hermione all done up. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with Dan. "Are you sure you want to do this," Dan asked him.
"If you are going to treat me like family, I only think it fair they both get something," Harry told Dan.
The man shook his head. "I don't want you to think that I only agreed to bless this because you are rich."
Harry shrugged. "I have money, but I am not rich. I will earn most of the money I spend, and I plan to work; not like the rich prats at school."
Dan just looked at him. Harry might have been one of the richest people in Britain, but he really didn't look at himself that way, and he didn't want others to either. Technically he wasn't spending anything on the gifts he had with him.
"Are you two ready?" Jane called down the stairs.
"We have been for a while, dear. We need to be off in ten minutes if we are to make the time."
"You can't rush a woman," Jane replied.
Harry was looking up the stairs and he stopped breathing. He thought Hermione was beautiful at the Winter Ball. Tonight she was breathtaking. The dark blue dress was more form fitting, showing off her curves and her legs about mid-calf down. She wore a pearl necklace tonight and her hair was curlier than normal.
Dan leaned over. "Just remember that is my daughter."
Harry flushed. "Yes, sir," he said. It didn't matter that Jane had 'convinced' Dan that Hermione and he could share a room together. They had gone to bed in separate rooms last night, but Hermione was curled up into his arms this morning.
Looking at his Hermione, he wished they had not had to cancel their plans the other day, but he understood and had a very pleasant evening at the Greengrasses instead. Astoria had been ecstatic and very proudly wore the braided silver ring on her right hand. They wouldn't tell anyone what the Seer Pool showed them, but it must have been good. Great Aunt Augusta was there as well and very much approved of Neville and Astoria starting a Courtship.
When she got down to the bottom, Hermione was grinning. "You look amazing," he told her.
"I may have to get dressed up for you more often to see this reaction."
"I wouldn't say no," he told her.
Dan cleared his throat as Jane came down the stairs. She was in an elegant black dress with her hair like Hermione's. "Jane, you look very beautiful as well."
She nodded as she walked over to Dan. "Thank you, Harry. Now if my husband could still have that wide eyed wonder to his eyes," she said teasingly.
The man winked at Jane. "You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"Good answer," Jane said good naturedly before pecking Dan.
"Uhm, I have something, I want to give you," Harry said, reaching into his pocket. He loved extension charms. "Actually, something I would like to give both of you."
He took out the long thin necklace boxes and handed them to Hermione and Jane. Hermione opened hers and gasped. "Harry," she said a little breathlessly. Inside was a goblin silver chain with a tear cut blue diamond to match her engagement ring.
"The gem that the goblins made your ring out of had to be split. I meant to have it for Christmas, but it wasn't ready yet," he told Hermione.
"Oh, Lord, Harry this is too much," Jane told him.
"Please accept it, Jane. It comes from my vaults at Harpspear. If you don't use it, it will just keep collecting dust," Harry urged. Janes was a rather exquisite gold braided chain with a large peridot. Hermione had mentioned it was her mum's birth stone.
Jane and Dan looked at him. "What if I borrow it?"
Harry nodded.
"Harry, can you put this on?"
He turned to Hermione, who was taking off the pearl necklace. He reached for the case on a side table and put on the new necklace. She turned and kissed him. Dan cleared his throat. "We should get going."
Harry had never taken such a long ride in a car before and found Jane and Hermione laughing at him as he tried to figure out how the roads connected, and the signs indicated where they were.
"I thought you said Uncle Ted took you on car rides?" Hermione teased him as he stared at the sheer number of cars around them.
"He took Dora and I to the local sweets shop or ice cream parlor, nothing like this," he told her.
"Maybe Hermione and you should get your license once you graduate, just in case," Dan suggested.
Harry looked around, feeling a little apprehensive. "Maybe."
"I'll get one," Hermione agreed.
When they made it to the theater, it was a midafternoon showing and they were going to eat dinner after the musical. They found a parking garage not too far from the theater.
"Have I told you how much I like these stockings?" she whispered to him.
"I didn't get your mother some," Harry told her.
"I gave her the extra pair you made the other day." She kissed his cheek as they got in line. The theater had a nice Victorian facade and was much larger inside, probably because it descended below street level.
"So, they are just going to sing and stuff," Harry asked as they sat.
"I have heard this is a marvelous musical."
Harry leaned over. "What is it about?"
"It's set during the French Revolution and follows a convict as he redeems himself. Just watch it, you may like it," Hermione prodded him.
They talked until the lights went low and the orchestra started. Harry had to admit, he had found it very entertaining. By the time they made it to the restaurant at half past six, he was famished. It was a very high-end place, so the suits and dresses fit in just perfectly.
Harry guided Hermione in and around, with her hand in the crook of his arm, then held the chair for Hermione and helped to push it in. He ported himself like they were at a society ball, like they would be tomorrow night. Dan complimented Harry after the maître d' walked away. "That was quite smooth, Harry."
"Aunt Bel and Aunt Andi made sure I know how to behave," he told Dan without smiling.
"Your Aunts did a good job. Is this how you will act tomorrow night?" Jane asked.
"At first. It's rather stodgy to start, but once the dancing starts and the wine comes out, we are allowed to let loose some," Harry told her, taking the napkin off his plate.
"You should see him, mum. He is very handsome when he acts that way," Hermione said with a smile.
Both her parents looked at her. "And you, young lady? That was not the same girl we shipped off to Hogwarts this year," Dan told his daughter.
"Aunt Bel, Aunt Andi and a lot of our friends have been helping me learn."
"I would like to see all this. It sounds like an old romance novel," Jane pipped up.
Hermione gave a small smile. "It is in a way. It's not like those high-class events you took me to a few times. There is real intent in most actions, and we are now considered part of the elite of our world. It's really backwards, but it is important. Sometimes I can't tell what is tradition, what is required by magic, and what is just elitism."
"All of it," Harry replied.
The waiter interrupted them to take drinks and go over the menu. When the waiter walked away, Dan asked, "What do you mean all of it."
"Until I was fourteen, Aunt Bel had me go through all the training a typical pure blood would on my vacations and two Saturdays a month while at school. I hated all of it, and that summer I turned fifteen, she sat me down and we had a talk. I was going to give it all up. Then I started to date Hermione."
"I don't understand what that has to do with the question," Dan replied and Jane put a hand on her husband's arm.
"Let him talk."
Harry nodded. He had told Hermione all of this since October. "One of the first lessons that is taught is that magic is intent. It changes with time as people change, or maybe it's people that see magic differently, either way, magic is intent. We are taught that in our first lessons at Hogwarts. Many of those raised in our world already know this and is why so many muggleborns struggle at first. Hermione was one of the exceptions."
He took a drink of water before he went on.
"It might be why Hermione struggles so much with the way our world is. As I said, I hate it, but the British still believe in the intent to rule by blood and heritage. Thus, magic recognizes that," Harry informed them.
Jane and Dan looked at him. Hermione was a little pensive. "That is what Aunt Bel really means by intent?"
"It's not all of it, but it is how I understand it," Harry replied.
"So, you are saying because most witches and wizards believe it, that is the way of things?" Jane asked.
"The Ministry, Wizengamot and even the ICW have passed magically binding laws that help to perpetuate the situation. Many believe it though, and most of those entering the Wizarding World are taught this is the only way."
The Waiter came back with their drinks and took their orders.
They were silent for a few before Dan asked, "When you say a law is magically binding, what does that mean?"
"It can mean a few things. If it is more like a jinx, then the law is cast by a minimum twenty-eight houses or a Wizarding Circle that is only allowed for Unspeakables to use anymore. It binds it so that a magical on the lands its cast on is either prevented from doing that action, or they suffer a consequence. Typically, it is just a fine or sometime in the DMLE," he replied. "But it could be any type of punishment, up to death."
"Yes, there are few real jinxes because they are hard to cast, everyone in the circle must have the same intent and after a jinx cast in 1842 killed more than two hundred, including fourteen heads-of-houses in the Peerage, before it could be reversed, they are just about a taboo subject now."
"That is horrible," Jane commented. "How many jinxes like that are still active?"
"Six I know of. We are all taught them once we get to Hogwarts."
"Yes, one of them pertains to breeding dragons and other dangerous creatures," Hermione spoke up.
"What other ways are your laws binding?" Dan enquired.
"It can be tied to your blood or heritage," Hermione answered. "Technically, I now fall under the same laws Harry does. If Uncle Ted and I can't get the petition through, we won't be able to live on Sark. I would be required to spend nine months of the year here."
"Is that bad?" her mother pressed.
"I love it here, mum, but only in the Muggle world. If I could live on Sark, I would be free to do what I want," Hermione replied.
He reached over and took her hand. "Hermione, you aren't a Muggle born anymore. The goblins have traced your blood back almost as far as mine now. All the anti-Muggleborn laws don't apply to you now."
Hermione looked at him. "But I really like Sark."
"You two always have a place with us when you need, and you could always get a place close to us. I know Jane would like you close once you decide to have children," Dan spoke up.
Hermione turned to her parents. The salads for the Grangers and soup Harry ordered came out, interrupting the conversation.
"Dad?" Hermione asked after a few minutes of them starting their food.
"Yes, princess?" he answered.
"Do you and mum really want us closer when we get older and have children?"
They all looked towards her. Dan put his fork down. "Hermione, we have missed you the last few years when you have gone to school. We missed so much of you growing into this strong young woman you are becoming. I thought you would move in for a while after you were done with school. We," he started, and Jane gave him a look. "I- I understand why you wanted to move out to Sark, and I understand it is not just because of Harry, but you now have a chance to live in both worlds the way you wanted. Just- just think about it."
Harry was feeling really guilty at the moment. "Luv, we can buy a place where you want, or there are a few Potter and Black properties that Aunt Bel and Uncle Ted could get released now that you are over age."
"But what about all the remodeling Aunt Bel is doing?"
"It will still be there. We can spend our summers and other times on Sark," he told her.
Hermione looked at him and then her father. Her mother put a hand on Dan's arm as she spoke. "Dan, we could consider what I talked with you about. Millie is your only family left and William is going to buy that farm on the other side of the island. You did say that you are thinking about selling the practice."
Hermione regarded her father. "Have you talked about moving out to Sark?"
He sighed. "Your mum has talked about moving out there, maybe Guernsey, if that is where you are going to settle."
"You have talked about it too, Dan," Jane pointed out.
Dan sighed. "Maybe."
"I would like to live close to you and mum," Hermione stated.
Harry wouldn't deny her this. It was easy for him to visit any of his relatives. He would miss the farm, but they could start one here. All he knew was that he would follow Hermione where she went.
"How about we talk about this later," Jane suggested. "What I would like is to get Bel here before you go back and talk about your wedding. There are some details we need to discuss before you leave. Eight months may seem like a long time, but it really isn't, especially with you at school."
Hermione smiled and he saw her touch her engagement ring. "We already told you we don't want anything big. I just don't know how to plan something like this."
"That is where I can help. Starting next month, I am stepping back from the practice and only going to be doing about twenty hours a week," Jane told them.
"Jane, we hadn't decided on that yet," Dan countered.
"I told you this is what I am doing. Now, I am going to plan to go to Sark the week of your Easter holidays and I want you two to be there. You are sure you want to get married at Harry's house?"
"Under the trellis," Hermione affirmed. That was a point that they both agreed upon.
"And you agree, Harry?"
He nodded. "I would really like that. Hermione and I have talked about it some. We just want our family and friends there."
They spent a while talking about wedding plans, Dan being quiet, and Harry only listening or putting his two knuts in when asked. It was really nice to see Hermione excited about this as her mother and her talked about details Harry had no clue about.
About halfway through the main course, Dan asked, "So, how is it going being Captain of the Quidditch team?"
Harry shrugged. "It's alright. A lot of work somedays and not everyone likes my methods."
Dan nodded sagely. "Being the boss, you have to make decisions that not everyone likes and do what is needed for the best of the group. It gets tiring some days."
"It does, but Gryffindor is poised to be the best team for the next few years, even once I graduate. Though if I make Head Boy, I am passing the Captain's badge off to someone else," Harry told him.
"Why is that?"
Harry took a drink before answering. "Next year is our NEWTS. I want time to study, do my research, and I need to get ready for the Wizengamot and I would still like time for Hermione in there. There are a lot of duties being Head Boy, especially since I would be in charge of all the Prefects, schedules and reviewing all disciplinary actions set by the Prefects. I may even step down from the team all together. I love flying, but I don't plan to go professional, so it might be better to let someone else have my spot."
Dan regarded him for a moment. "You are only sixteen?"
"Until July thirty-first," Harry replied.
"Perhaps Jane is right. You and my daughter are more mature than I think I was by the time I got out of University. You really would give up something you like like that to pursue what you want to do?"
Hermione and Jane had stopped talking to look at them.
"Dan, Hermione and I are expected to take up a great responsibility. I may not want this, but on the Wizengamot, we could push for real change. Change that will affect our friends and those we care about. Aunt Bel, as much as she hates all this too, has raised me to take up any responsibility that I wish. How will anyone take us seriously if we don't at least act mature?" Harry asked.
"The Wizarding world really does expect you all to be adults by seventeen," Jane commented.
Harry nodded while Hermione said, "Yes."
After a moment, Dan nodded. "Harry, thank you for spending time with us this week. The more I get to know you, the more I feel confident my daughter has made the right choice."
"Thank you, Dan," Harry told Hermione's father.
It wasn't too late by the time they got on the road, but halfway back, Harry had Hermione's head on his shoulder as he looked out the window of the car. He was going to be seventeen in seven months. If anyone had told them he would be here this time last year, he was more likely to curse the person than listen.
It was past nine by the time they pulled into the driveway and a sleepy Hermione rubbed her eyes as she walked up the stairs. When they got the first floor, Hermione took his hand. "Help me get out this dress?" she requested.
"What about your parents?" he asked.
"Mum is alright with it. You did a good job with my dad tonight," she told him, pulling him into her room.
"Not sure what you mean. I just did what you always tell me to do around them, be myself."
She gave him a sultry smile as she pulled him over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I really can't wait to be married," she told him and started to kiss him. Harry responded, putting his hands on her hips. His tongue sought hers first. When she pulled back, Harry was captivated by her eyes.
"Your parents really won't mind?"
"Mum said just to be quiet and wait until we are married before we try to make any grandkids," Hermione said with a grin and picked up her leg. She pushed up her dress and took out her wand. Harry leaned in and started to kiss her neck as she tried to cast silencing charms. "Harry, you are making it very difficult," she said breathlessly.
"Think of it...," he said as he sucked a little on her pulse point and she let out a soft moan. "...as practice for the DADA NEWTs."
She laughed. "I doubt they will let you... oh, merlin, that better not be on the test," she let out as one hand cupped her bottom and the other started to play with a nipple. "Can you just let me cast the spells?"
He laughed. "Five seconds," he told her, breathing onto her neck.
"Prat," she huffed before casting the silencing charms and locking her door. Harry used the time to slip his hand up to the buttons in the back of the dress. Once she was done, he started to kiss her neck again.
She put her hands into his hair as he fumbled a moment to get the buttons undone. She had to let go of his head to shimmy out of the dress. She was wearing a slip under it, with no bra and he could see her breast and nipple clearly outlined. "Hermione, you are so beautiful," he commented.
Her smile was appreciative and lust filled. "July thirty-first?"
"Unfortunately," he commented as she stepped back to him, her hands seeking out the front of his pants. She undid his belt.
"I am really going to need to thank Aunt Andi for those books," she told him. She came in to kiss him and pulled back just as he leaned in. "You want something?"
"Kiss me..." He hissed in a breath as she dropped his pants and then raked her nails up his shaft through his shorts.
"You have a preference where," she asked mischievously.
She let him kiss her this time. "Just as long as you use your mouth, I don't care," he told her.
Hermione bit her lip before responding. "I want you to use your mouth later."
When she dropped to her knees, Harry wasn't sure who to thank for this beautiful vixen.
