**Warning: Explicit Sexual Content. Also, if you are reading this and happen to know me in real life, no you don't.**
Chapter 4:
Harry was undressed faster than his companion and laid back against the headboard to enjoy the sight of Hermione removing the last of her clothing, a pair of navy blue lace panties, and crawling onto the bed toward him like the feline she was at heart. But just as quickly, he was frowning and held up a hand to stop her. She knelt upright in confusion and the pout on her face was more attractive than it should have been.
"Harry James Potter, you are not frowning the first time you see my naked body!" Her hands were placed firmly on her hips as her lips pursed together, eyes glaring at him.
"First of all, Gorgeous, keep glaring at me like that and I will fuck you until you squeal. Secondly, your body is frankly stunning and completely delicious. You're my ideal from head to toe and I'm so hard for you my dick could cut glass."
"Then tell your face!" They continued to frown at each other in some sort of strange stand-off until Hermione finally huffed and crossed her arms to cover her chest, no longer able to fight her discomfort at her almost-lover's scrutiny. Harry finally sat up entirely and spoke to the woman he adored.
"It's honestly fucking offensive that you think I can't see through them, Hermione."
"Wha… oh. It's…" She flailed her hands in front of her in discomfort, her cheeks heating a dull red. "The glamours weren't for you, specifically. I… I wear them all the time. I just forgot…"
"Sweetheart," she huffed but kept silent. "I know what it's like to have a scar define you, and I know what it's like to wear someone else's words on your skin. In no way did I come out of my stint at Durskaban or survive the wrath of Umbitch unscathed. I know what it is like to wish every day that you could make your scars go away or hide them like they don't exist. And, I understand wearing the glamours when you are out of your home to protect yourself from the opinions of people who don't matter. But, you know you shouldn't be maintaining them when you are alone or with only me. You are only lying to yourself. It's not healthy for you mentally, emotionally, or magically. You know this, Hermione."
"Hmmph… Sweetheart..." She grumbled at his use of the endearment she'd said she liked least, but Harry just raised one sexy eyebrow and waited for her to finish having a sulk. "I know, you're right." Hermione blew a deep breath out through her lips and the glamorous melted away to leave one hateful slur along her inner forearm and one angry purple lightning bolt streaking from under her left collarbone across her breastbone under her right breast, ending around the side of her ribcage. "You should probably choose a new nickname for me, I don't think many princesses look like they've been sliced in half down the middle."
"Don't doubt my choice. My princess looks so exquisite and strong because she led her kingdom in battle. Princesses are this desperately gorgeous if they fucking dominated against evil like a vengeful warrior goddess… like a vicious huntress, an apex predator…"
Harry held up two fingers and curled them in a come hither motion, reminding her plainly who was calling the shots. At the same time, he let his magic swell around her, lifting her up to float the tiniest bit with 'his support'. He buoyed her, bodily. Giving her the confidence she deserved to have, should have, would have if he had anything to say about it. And when she locked eyes with him again, the feline quality of her irises was so pretty, so otherworldly it was vaguely threatening. His witch was dangerous and it made him diamond hard.
"One day soon, I'm going to suck you until your eyes roll back." Hermione grinned smugly as she spoke, but her slight blush gave her away. She was finally kneeling over him, her tiny hand wrapped tightly around his aching dick. Harry groaned as he dragged his fingers slowly down her spine to grip a warm hand over the center of her ass with his fingertips brushing her soaked pussy. The gesture felt simultaneously possessive and so fucking good that Hermione couldn't help but wiggle her hips and press her slick cunt against his palm like a cat in heat.
"I love how wet you are for me. I can't wait to be balls deep in your tight pussy." Harry pulled his hand away only to bring it back down against her bare center in a light wet slap. The sound that echoed about the room was even more obscene than the guttural moan that tore from Hermione's throat. Harry watched with delight as her blush grew more intense and spread down her neck to her chest. Beautiful.
Never, before tonight, had a lover spoken to Hermione in such a base and graphic way, let alone touched her the way Harry had. She even felt confident enough to say things that would normally be way out of her comfort zone; it was Harry. It was both deeply erotic and wickedly naughty, causing her cunt to throb and ache with need to be filled, stretched, pounded. She knew acutely, without question, that Harry was a wizard who would deliver. Before she could get too caught up in her own head, her wizard had rolled them both and slid a broad thigh between her legs, his hands clutching her hips tightly as he laved his tongue around both nipples. Hermione's back arched and she languished in pleasure under him, crying out with each soft nip of his teeth. With a whine, she writhed against his thigh which was pressed tightly to her center.
"What do you need, Princess?"
"I need your tongue, I need it everywhere, Harry." He seemed to take her use of the term 'everywhere' quite literally, lucky witch that she was. Harry met her needs with enthusiasm. Running his lips and tongue over her breasts and across her ribcage, down her stomach and around her thighs. By the time he reached the place she had needed him most, Hermione was panting and dripping, her thighs slick.
"You said everywhere, right, Kitten?" His dark hair and gorgeous green eyes peeked up from between her legs, his hot breath fanning out over her skin as he spoke. Without waiting for an answer, Harry swept a wide lick from her pink puckered back entrance through her weeping pussy and up to gently circle her swollen clit.
Then he did it again. And again, occasionally sucking her clit before starting over. Again. And again. Until she was a quivering mess on his sheets. Only then, did he add his fingers, swirling a thumb around her clit and sliding two thick digits deep inside, pumping slowly. His face disappeared and then she felt his wet tongue against her tight rosebud again, pressing in deeply and wiggling deliciously. Another hard swirl with his thumb around her clit and she was soaring, gasping for air between moans, gripping his messy hair tightly in both hands.
As Hermione caught her breath, Harry crawled back up her body, gripping a thigh tightly in one hand and lifting it to bend by his hip, the other hand sliding up under her torso between her shoulder blades to grip the back of her neck and immobilize her head the tiniest bit, his thumb just barely brushing against her jaw. He tilted her head back so that their lips could meet in sweet pulls.
"I had a feeling you'd be absolutely filthy, Potter. I'm fucking thrilled to be right."
He chuckled against her mouth. They took a few moments to just stare into each other's eyes, reveling in this monumental moment, this life-altering change in their relationship. Hermione eventually breaks their eye contact with a groan at the roll and press of Harry's hips against hers. She tilts her head back and arches her spine, giving him an amazing view down the front of her body.
"You look so innocent when I know you're not, and it gets me weak as fuck." Harry murmured against her jaw, reaching down to grasp his cock and press the tip into her opening. "Do we need a contraceptive charm?" She gave a little shake of her head, whispering that she was on a potion. With one last meaningful glance, Harry finally finally pushed forward, and all at once he was inside her.
"Merlin, you feel huge." That earned her a hell of a kiss even as he began a rhythm of slow and shallow thrusts, but it was the truth. Hermione broke their liplock, sucking in a breath of air as she started rocking her hips trying to pull him more deeply into her. She groaned petulantly when she was unsuccessful. At least the chuckle he let out was insanely attractive to her.
"Think you can come again?" Harry asked, though it took her a bit to answer. For he had slid in a couple inches deeper this time, and the stretch felt soooo good.
"Fuck, I.. I've never… Oh oh, I've never been able to... before."
"Oh, fuck that for a joke." He leaned up straighter while still inside her, lifting her legs so that they were both resting on one shoulder with her knees locked and her thighs pressed tightly together. Leaning forward slowly, he pressed her thighs into her abdomen until Hermione's eyes widened, just the tiniest bit. He was touching things deep inside her that up until now, had been left undiscovered. Harry rested his weight on one elbow, keeping one hand wrapped around her calves.
Then he fucked her. Hard.
His thrusts were measured, but forceful, the head of him banging against something delicious at the center of her. Within minutes she was moaning loudly and gripping the sheets brutally in her fists as the pressure built to overwhelming levels. Hermione threw her head back and wailed as the tension broke violently inside her, floating on the pleasure while her pussy rushed wet around his straining erection.
"Oh yeah baby, soak my dick. I knew you could do it." She fell in love with the way Harry crooned to her. His words were obscene, but spoken so reverently, so sincerely.
Once her moans died down and she started to squirm, Harry easily lifted her up to straddle his lap as he knelt in the center of the bed, knees spread wide and ass resting on his heels. The way he manhandled her into the position he wanted was easily one of the most sensual things Hermione had ever experienced. He kissed her with a delectable, leisurely air while he used his arms to lift and steady her. He fucked up into her from below, changing his aim over and over until he found the one perfect angle that made her gasp and clench around him. She cried out against his mouth, her hands grappling at his wide shoulders and her legs wrapping tighter around her lover's waist.
"Harry… please…"
"Mmmm, please what, Love? You've already got my cock so deep you're gagging on it."
"Ahh, fuck, the other name. I want to know… please…"
Harry responded only by increasing the speed of his thrusting, gripping her ass hard and bouncing her up and down on his cock. One hand found her nipples, pinching and pulling until she groaned.
"Tell me you're mine first! Tell me whose pretty pink pussy this is."
"Yours, always yours." Hermione gasped.
"Really, always?"
"Yes, yes, oh Merlin!"
"Then tell me why you ended up going to bed with idiot after idiot right after the war when you could have been under me the entire time?" She clenched her eyes closed and shook her head back and forth violently, desperate to please him. "Hmm? I think you just like boring vanilla sex with tiny dicks."
"Harry!"
"I want you to beg." His voice was razor blades and honey. She was lost to him, she would deny him nothing.
"Harry, please!" Hermione whined as her eyes rolled back, quickly devolving into incoherent babble. "Please please please please please…"
"So good, you're so good" Harry groaned against her neck as he lathed his tongue along the flesh of her throat. Something about the way he called her good had her preening in his arms, shivers coursing up her spine. Her reaction seemed to be exactly what he'd been expecting.
"Mmmm. You like that, don't you? Being good. I knew you would." She was beyond speech at this point, and he knew it. "That's what I called you, every time I fucked my hand and pretended it was you, your mouth, your pussy, your ass. In my fantasies, I'd fuck you just like this, until you were consumed with pleasure. Then, I'd reward my Good Girl with my cum, every. single. Time." Her body shook at his filthy, wonderful confession. She'd never even considered the thought before, but she wanted to be his good girl more than she wanted air.
"Reach down, babe, rub your clit for me." She obeyed automatically as he used a slippery finger to apply pressure to her asshole, making her squirm. It only took a few tight circles on her clit before she was screaming and cumming all over him with a warm rush of magic.
"Yeah, gush all over me. That's my good girl. Fuck yeah, take it..." Harry was only a little surprised when her magic manifested on her skin, shimmering and rippling in opalescent waves. It was breathtaking. She was magnificent.
He lay her down then on her back, limp and panting, her legs splayed out on the bed around him. Her wizard held his body weight off her with his elbows on either side of her face, one hand tangling in her soft hair and clenching the ringlets firmly at the scalp.
"I can't wait to fuck you every way I have imagined," thrust, "wanted you for so long," thrust, "so fucking long. And now you're mine. Fuck!" His rhythm faltered as he neared his peak.
"Should have told you sooner." He whispered against the side of her face with regret in his voice.
"Doesn't matter, I'm yours."
"Forever," thrust, "want you," thrust, "love you." Then he was groaning and grinding his throbbing cock as deep into her as possible, filling her at the same time as his eye rolled back into his skull and his mouth hung open in pleasure. He collapsed gently onto her, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath.
In that amazing, devastating moment, their entire evening caught up with Hermione. The abrupt, and frankly overwhelming release of feelings she'd held back for so so long had completely wrecked her. She had no energy left to fight it. The tears ran down her face freely and the relief she felt at finally being in his arms was palpable. Harry said nothing, just turned them on their sides and held her as she calmed and snuggled into him with her eyes closed.
"What is the one thing you want most of all?" Her voice was a murmur in the humid air of his bedroom. Their combined magic floated above them in chaotic clouds, swirls, streaks. It was like nothing either of them had ever seen before. Yet, neither were worried, instead they felt so safe and satisfied it was bone-deep. His answer was equally soft and sluggish, but no less meaningful.
"I want a home... and a family to share it with. I want forever. I want you, Princess."
Their kisses then were deep, sensual pulls and presses, so natural and seamless you'd have thought they'd been giving each other pleasure for decades.
"What about you? What do you want most for our future?" Harry reciprocated her question, deeply interested in the answer. Hermione was busy wallowing delightedly inside at his automatic combining of their futures, now one shared future, theirs together.
"A family sounds really good. I want something that will only ever be just ours. Yours and mine and no one else's. Just imagine a little girl with our dark hair and all my sass..."
"...or a sweet boy with your brilliant brain and my mother's eyes." The hope in his eyes was heartbreaking and beautiful.
"Yes… or both..." Agreeing was so easy, so comfortable, it felt like fate.
"When, Princess? When can we start making babies? By the time we're thirty? Ooh, or Twenty-five? What about Twenty-two?" He waggled his eyebrows at that last one. His witch laughed, her smile wide and she shook her head, indulgently exasperated with his eagerness.
"Not quite yet, Love. Maybe by twenty-five, definitely by thirty. We have to go about getting our horizons broadened first so we can do some damage control on this fucked up world. Our babies deserve a better world, Harry."
"I can't wait to wake up next to you every morning and go down on you every night. I can't wait to let everyone know you're mine. I can't wait to see you wear my ring and take my name. I can't wait… oh fuck… you all tiny and round and pregnant… so fucking sexy." His groan was deliciously guttural and shot straight to her sensitive clit.
"Hmmph… I am not tiny!" Hermione protested, puffing up like a furious kitten.
"Witch, you are bite-sized and adorable. Deal with it." Harry declared.
"Well, I'm not surprised your end goal is seeing me pregnant. You fuck like it's your job. I'm feeling quite regretful that we waited so long to get together. I feel I've been cheated out of years of excellent orgasms." She looked truly irritated in that murder-kitten way again.
"Princess, you can't say things like that and expect me not to ravish you all over again."
"That's not really a bad thing. But, fine," she exclaimed with a put-upon sigh. "I take it back. You can't fuck for shit."
"You little…" was all Harry said before he pounced. Hermione's squeal of laughter echoed merrily throughout the room.
"Full disclosure… Ron has tried to come through the floo three times and has bounced off my wards twice since we got here." Harry admitted as she came back from washing up and using the loo. "Plus two owls, one for each of us. Apparently, some busybody in Hogsmeade made their way to the Leaky and spouted off to all and sundry that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were seen holding hands outside the pub. He seems to think he's entitled to some sort of explanation." He held up the small scrolls of parchment.
"He's probably sent you, or me, a patronus message as well. Though I doubt he has the power to sustain one through your wards long enough for it to be successful." She would have rolled her eyes but he truly wasn't worth the effort. It had been quite a while since Ron had treated either of them the way a friend should.
"Yeah well, he must have told Ginny, too. Her magical signature pinged my wards as well." That earned him a look. "Hey, I've never invited her here once. I didn't even know she knew where my flat was. I have no idea why she would assume she could just apparate into my home like she's keyed to the wards. The bint's audacity is immeasurable."
"Mhmm…" Hermione didn't look as placated as Harry would have hoped. But, she was standing naked in his bedroom, after being thoroughly shagged by him, so he wasn't too upset. "How long before Molly sends a howler, do you think?"
"She can send as many as she likes, but unless she gets lucky and catches us out and about, all she'll get in return is a slightly singed and irritable owl. The goblins generously included an upgrade to my mail ward matrix that incinerates howlers."
"The goblins seem to like you a lot." Hermione pointed out as she pulled her fingers through her messy curls, shaking out any knots from Harry's thorough taking of her.
"They like you a lot too, or at least the Director does as far as I can tell. I think he appreciates that we made an effort to return the sword of Gryffindor and apologize for breaking in during the war. I also let them charge my vault for damages, and let me tell you a fully grown dragon is expensive, really fucking expensive."
"They have no respect for Ron at all. He was invited to meet with them, same as we were. I was at the Burrow when the letters were delivered. He threw a huge tantrum about being a war hero. He ranted that he didn't owe anybody anything because he saved the world. Then Ginny called the goblins greedy little creatures. Lately, they have both been complaining loudly about not getting the same 'VIP' treatment they've seen you get when they are at the bank without you."
"So, how do you want to handle the ginger duo of doom? And the wizarding masses? Rita Skeeter is probably already halfway finished writing a scathing exposé. I sincerely hope she finds her way into another jar someday. Maybe I'll devote a few hours to that one day soon."
"You know, you're delightfully bloodthirsty on occasion and it makes me want to lick your pussy until your legs shake." She wore a smug grin at his declaration, walking leisurely towards the bed and her gorgeous wizard as he carried on. "Anyways, I vote we go with a complete refusal to even entertain a discussion on the matter. We are together. That's it. It's also high time Ron, Ginny and Molly Weasley learn that 'no' is a complete sentence. Regardless, the whole lot of them are going to be waiting a while for any sort of a response from either of us. I'm not even close to being done with you, yet, Love." Harry smirked at her with a lecherous leer. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him as she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping her arms around his shoulders before leaning her head to rest against his bare chest.
"Harry, what happens if there ever comes a day that our power and magical abilities are coveted or feared so much that someone tries to control or separate us?" He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to trace the length of her spine with his fingertips. His magic felt so content in that moment and he completely wallowed in the good vibes. So much so, that her question didn't elicit even the tiniest bit of concern or worry.
"Darling, I would burn the world for you. And, Merlin help the fool who plots to use my wife or children against me."
"Mmmmm, evil Harry Potter would be so hot." Hermione whispered with a grin as she rubbed her face against his bare chest. It almost seemed like she was scenting him.
"You'd still be by my side even if I became the next Dark Lord?" That damn sexy eyebrow quirking thing he did was eventually going to end with his cock down her throat if he wasn't careful, Hermione thought for a fleeting moment before she had a different thought.
"You've already saved the world, but nobody seems to care about who saves you."
"You save me, Hermione. Every day." Harry pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, hugging her tighter to him for a moment before sliding down the bed a bit to rest his head on the mound of pillows, pulling her body more fully on top of his then relaxing with a sigh. Hermione thought he looked the most carefree she'd ever seen him.
"Sometimes the world doesn't deserve a hero anymore. Sometimes the world has earned a monster instead, and they have only themselves to blame for their suffering. Besides, a monster is just a man if you're in love with his black heart." She pressed a kiss over his heart, then lifted her lips to his in a slow, sensual meeting.
"Loving a monster doesn't change its nature, even when it loves you back. I'll never be light. Not after carrying a piece of Riddle with me for so long. Not after casting an unforgivables and certainly not after engaging in a duel to the death. I might have once had a chance of being a good and light man, but there is no denying the perverse pleasure I've felt for every landed curse and hex I've ever thrown. Something deep inside me delights in my enemies pain and suffering. I have no desire to hide any part of myself from my future spouse." Harry's confession did nothing to scare her away.
"If you truly love the monster, you love its nature. My Love, if in your eyes your cause is righteous, I'll help you raze every single thing in your path. I'm not nearly as light as everyone has decided I am."
"You'd have us believe Gryffindor's supreme bookworm is really a rule-breaker?" Harry prodded good-naturedly.
"I read the rules carefully so that I know how to break them effectively. If I wanted to I could destroy everything, but I'm a good girl when I want to be."
"I love you so much, my good girl. Thank you for wanting every part of me, even the parts that still taste of heartache and war, of battles fought across my skin. You are the only person I have ever needed and nothing will ever keep us apart for another moment."
"That's so sweet, Harry." She said, pressing a sweet kiss to his mouth before blazing forward in that incorrigible Gryffindor way. "So, let's have a chat about this insane and thoroughly stupid thing where you've been holding back your aura from starting a soul bond with mine for the last decade… You are in so much trouble, Harry James." Harry barked out a shocked laugh.
"Greedy witch." He rolled them smoothly, pulling her knee up to hook around his hip as his hardness slid against her slick center a few times before the angle changed and his blunt head pressed into her swollen opening. Barely a thrust and he was sliding into her again with a deep groan. Several moments passed before she gathered enough breath to respond.
"When it comes to you, definitely."
The end.
***Ok fam, so here's the deal. I'm going to leave this here for now, with the assurance that I will be adding to this AU as my imagination allows (because I love future-takes and surprise updates) with the pairing strictly as Harry/Hermione. I did leave myself an avenue open to explore a close, but platonic, friendship with Draco Malfoy in the future. I did this on purpose to preemptively set up a future-take that I already have a couple ideas about writing (hopefully soon) along with some other ideas for how to add to this AU.
I gotten several comments concerned that our fave pair would be getting together with Malfoy romantically. Technically, I could imagine more than one way to add a companion piece exploring their magic's new and surprising reaction to the sexiness that is Draco Malfoy in a romantic way. But, that wasn't my original intention when writing this fic and some of you have been quite vocal about not wanting the added love interest (which I totally get). There aren't nearly enough good Harmony fics as it is.
Since we are on the subject though, I have recently written some content for a Triad piece including Draco where my portrayal of Harry & Hermione is quite similar (mature/articulate/self-aware/sexy as hell), but I had meant for it to be its own unrelated fic. I will tell you that I am already in love with the banter and sexual tension I've managed to create between the three, and we all know that sass and smut are my bread and butter.***
