A/N: Written for the Melting Pot Fanfiction Groups Christmas in July Fest! Thank you so much to the modmins for all their hard work on putting this amazing fest together! I ended up writing 3 stories for this fest, including a pinch hit! My prompts for this first story were the pairing Hermione Granger/James Potter, South Island, New Zealand, and Pool.

Grammarly kindly beta'd this for me. All mistakes are mine.

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Summary: Hermione loves spending her winter holidays at the Potters' house in New Zealand. She's especially excited this year, now that she's of age and has a plan to seduce James into bed with her.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/James Potter

Rating: M

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Older Man/Younger Woman, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus

Easily Convinced

By far, the best time of year, in Hermione Granger's opinion, was winter holiday. It wasn't because she was keen on snow or the festive cheer at this time of year, no, what Hermione loved best about the winter holiday was the fact that she got to spend it at her best friend's winter house on the South Island of New Zealand. Which meant, it wasn't a winter holiday at all, but a summer holiday. Who else got to experience two summers every year?

And the Potters' winter home was brilliant. It was on a huge tract of land with a full-size Quidditch pitch, a pool, a small lake, and a wooded area seeded with every potion ingredient imaginable. In short, it was a haven and Hermione couldn't believe she was lucky enough to go there every year.

At first, her parents had been unsure of Hermione spending so much time with the Potters. Even at eleven, Hermione could understand why, though she didn't think it was fair. So that first year, Harry's dad had invited Hermione's parents along. He'd even arranged a Portkey for them and saved them the twenty-four hour flight. That alone went a long way in easing her parents' concerns with their young daughter staying with her male best friend and his single father.

This year though, was her final year at Hogwarts and she couldn't be more excited for the winter holiday. Not only was it a break from school—even Hermione liked the occasional break from school—but she was finally of age. She knew her parents would have something to say if they knew exactly why she was so excited to visit the Potters this year.

Logically, she knew it was wrong to lust after her best friend's father. It wasn't like she'd had a massive crush on him for years. No, the crush really began last winter break. James Potter was a very good looking man for his age. He had Harry young, he was a full decade younger than her own parents, and as Head Auror, he had a very physically demanding job.

Hermione couldn't help the fact that by the time she was seventeen and finally looking at boys the way girls usually did when they were younger, it was Harry's dad that caught her eye first. He was so fit, especially in his swimsuit. And so kind and caring. She took a deep breath, there was no use getting worked up over James Potter. He wasn't even planning on joining her and Harry right away.

They had arrived via Portkey less than an hour ago and Hermione should have been unpacking for their month-long stay, but instead she laid on the bed, daydreaming.

"'Bout ready to hit the pool, Hermione?" Harry said through the closed door after knocking.

"Yes! Give me a few minutes," she replied, scrambling to dig out her swimsuit from her bag. She could worry about unpacking later.

Harry had wanted to bring Ron and Ginny for this holiday as well, but their parents had absolutely refused. For some reason that Hermione couldn't understand, Molly Weasley did not trust James Potter one bit. In fact, she had tried to convince Harry and Hermione to come and stay at the Burrow for the holidays. Harry had seriously considered it for a few days before Hermione was able to convince him that swimming in paradise in December held far greater appeal than spending it down in Devonshire. Thankfully, he had finally agreed, though he had wrangled a Portkey to the Burrow from his dad for New Years Eve. Hermione was hoping she could find an excuse to stay behind.

The moment they were down at the pool, Harry jumped in straight away and Hermione's hopes of lounging about getting some sun were dashed when he lured her close enough to the edge and yanked her in.

"Harry!" she shouted, coming up for air and splashing him.

"I'd say sorry..." he began cheekily, then shrugged, "but you know I'm not."

She glared at him for a long moment while he gave her puppy dog eyes. A look she could never resist. She laughed and splashed him some more, dipping her head back to further wet her hair. When she came back up she was shocked to see the sun blocked by an older, much sexier version of her best friend.

"Dad!" Harry shouted, pulling himself out of the pool to bring his dad into a big hug. "I thought you weren't going to get here until next week."

Hermione's mouth went dry at the wet spots forming on James's tight fitting shirt. The sleeves were already rolled up showing a set of glorious forearms. Hermione was a hand and wrist girl, hands down, and a lot of that was due to the way James looked with his sleeves rolled up.

James shrugged, pushing Harry back off of him. "I decided that the office was slow enough that I could take an extra week off."

"Brilliant," Harry grinned.

"Nice to see you, Hermione," James said, giving her a nod. "Glad you could make it out again this year."

"Thanks for having me, Mr Potter," Hermione replied. She couldn't quite make out his expression with the sun behind him, casting his face in shadows, but she was pretty sure he was biting his lip.

"Thought I told you to call me James," he replied. "Mr Potter makes me feel old."

"You're not old," Harry laughed. "You're practically a kid."

James laughed. "I wish I still felt like a kid." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I do have a bit of work to get caught up on before I'm totally free for the week. You kids have fun this afternoon. I'll finish that up and get started on dinner."

"Thanks, Dad," Harry said, grinning still. "I'm glad you were able to take the week off."

"Me too, kiddo," James said ruffling Harry's hair and then heading off into the house.

Hermione sighed as she watched him walk away. He had such a fit arse.

"Oi, stop looking at my dad with that expression," Harry said, jumping into the pool and splashing her once more.

"I wasn't!" Hermione hissed, hoping James didn't hear his son just then.

She may have formed some sort of mad-cap plan to seduce James, but that didn't mean she wanted Harry to know about it. Or James. Not until she was ready at least.

Harry pursed his lips, frowning at her. "I know what you girls think about him," Harry began. "Just don't go getting any ideas. He's a bachelor for life."

"Oh, Merlin, Harry!" Hermione shouted with a laugh, splashing him again. "Appreciating the way he fills out a pair of trousers—"

"Oi!"

"— does not mean I'm interested in him in any fashion," Hermione assured her friend. "Besides, he's too old for me."

Harry looked at her skeptically. "Pretty sure everyone in our year is too young for you. You probably need someone my dad's age. Just not my dad."

Hermione cocked her head at Harry. That was remarkably perceptive of him. Not something she usually chalked up to Harry, but she couldn't deny that he was right. Most of the boys they went to school with were awfully immature. She'd often thought she would look for a partner who was older than her. Though, she didn't think it would be her best friend's dad at the time.

The rest of the holiday went as they usually did. Lots of time spent out in the sun, enjoying the beautiful weather before they had to go back to the gloomy Scotland winter. Harry had left a day ago for the Burrow, Hermione had feigned illness in order to miss the Portkey time. And since Portkey's were registered with the Ministry it wasn't going to be easy to get another back before the one James had planned to take in a week.

Unless she got on a Muggle plane to take the trip, she was well and truly stuck in New Zealand with Harry's dad. It should have excited her more, but mostly she felt nervous. Butterflies were constantly in her stomach as she contemplated spending the next six days alone with a man who was old enough to be her father.

It was a gorgeous night, humid and hot, so Hermione decided to go for an evening swim. Just the thing she needed before climbing into bed. She decided a few laps wouldn't go amiss with all the delicious food she'd been eating over the last few weeks.

"I had the same idea," James said from the side of the pool once she had come up for air. She squeaked her surprise.

"Mr Potter! You scared me," she said, swimming over to where he sat with his legs dangling into the pool. He was just in a pair of swim trunks and it took everything Hermione had to keep her eyes on his face and not wander lower.

"It's James, as I think I've reminded you, a few times," he replied, hopping into the pool and stalking toward her.

"James," she repeated, sounding breathless. She held her ground, not backing away from him, even though part of her wanted to. He had an intensity about him that she hadn't noticed until her crush began last year, but now that she had... she bit her lip to keep from sighing as he stopped right before her.

"I think you like calling me Mr Potter though, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and a little growly. It did things to her insides that she wasn't quite sure she knew how to categorize. The one time she'd actually had sex with someone else, she certainly hadn't felt like this.

"Maybe," she said, trying to flirt, but feeling like she was failing miserably.

"Is it because it puts a barrier between us?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "You like that I'm an authority figure? Or just an ingrained habit?"

"I..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "I'm not sure. But when I call you Mr Potter, your eyes get all dark. I think you like it too."

And sure enough, at her words, his eyes did get dark, with arousal, Hermione thought and he stepped closer to her turning her slightly so her back was to the edge of the pool. Then he kept coming, pushing her backward until her back was pressed against the side.

"I do like it," he replied, his eyes bouncing from her eyes to her lips then down to her breasts which were moving in time with her soft pants, then back up to her eyes. "Which is why I ask you to call me James."

"Do you think me calling you James would help?" she asked.

He groaned and placed his hands on the edge of the pool on either side of her, boxing her in and dropping his head to the space above her shoulder, running his nose up the line of her neck. "Fuck, no that doesn't help either," he murmured against her skin.

"James," she whispered and he shuddered, pressing her close until his chest was against hers. Her nipples hardened instantly at the contact and she placed her hands on his shoulders. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss to the side of her neck and it was her turn to groan.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, kissing his way up her neck and along her jawline.

"I don't know," Hermione whispered, not sure how she was supposed to answer that question with his lips on her skin like this. It felt like there was fire in her veins and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to his.

"That was rhetorical," he muttered just before pressing his lips to hers.

It was as if fireworks went off underneath her skin. The kiss was chaste, at first, and even then, Hermione felt like she was on fire. Her nerve endings were going haywire as her brain short circuited and she opened her mouth beneath his. Her brain shut off entirely and she was just moving along with him then.

He wrapped his arms around her and Hermione lifted a leg to grind her core against him. He dropped his hands to her thighs and helped her place both legs around his waist. His cock was hard and hot against her center and at just the right place that she could roll her hips against him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered into her mouth. She swallowed his words and moaned when he pulled back and lifted her out of the pool. "I'm too old to fuck in the pool," he told her. His look was deadly serious. "Harry was right the first day. I'm a bachelor."

"I don't care, Mr Potter," Hermione said, she stood and moved out of the way for him to pull himself from the pool. The water slid off his skin, sliding down each delicious muscle that Hermione felt jealous that it was pool water and not her tongue. "I'm not looking for long term," she told him as she climbed out of the pool too.

"Good," he replied, then grabbed her by the hand and led her into the house. They headed straight for his bedroom, a place that Hermione had never been. She didn't get much of an opportunity to look around either, because within moments of entering he had her pressed up against the door and his mouth was on hers again.

Then it was a flurry of removing the few bits of clothes they both had on and getting into the bed. He held himself over her, kissing his way down her neck. When he reached her breasts he sucked a nipple into his mouth and she cried out, arching her back at the feeling. It felt amazing, better than she had ever imagined and she thrust her hips up, desperate for some friction.

He continued his way down her body until he settled between her thighs.

"Mr Potter," Hermione said, half-sitting up before he could place his mouth somewhere she desperately wanted him to. "I've never... that is, nobody's ever—"

"Nobody has gone down on you?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

She shook her head.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, his tone serious.

She shook her head again. "No, I've had sex, just not..."

The smirk he gave her was devastating and had she not been so wound up, Hermione was sure she could have come from that alone. "Well then, you're in for a treat," he murmured, his breath was hot on her cunt and her eyelids fluttered at the feeling.

Then he engulfed her sex with his mouth, flicking her clit before delving inside of her. His hands were wrapped around the tops of her thighs, holding her steady as her head fell back and she shouted. This was so much better than that one time of mediocre sex. She didn't know if it was because it was Mr Potter, or if it was because he was talented at this, or maybe both, but Merlin, Circe, and Morgana, it felt fucking amazing.

It wasn't long before her entire body was clenching and she was coming on his tongue. He licked her through the entire thing, and even after, when she was getting too sensitive, he didn't stop until she was panting and moaning once more. Then he pulled away and climbed up her body, flipping them over so that she was sprawled across his chest.

"Have you done it like this?" he asked, helping her to get settled over his lap. She shook her head, not able to look at him.

"You'll like this too," he assured her as he helped guide her down his cock. He was bigger than her first and it took a bit to get settled entirely, but once she was, she panted heavily. It felt amazing to have him buried inside, so different in this position. She propped herself up against his chest and lifted her hips before dropping back down.

His hands were tight around her hips, squeezing them and helping her to move. She rolled them forward and groaned at how amazing that felt. She leant forward her breasts grazing his chest as she placed her hands above his shoulders and continued rolling her hips. This put just the right amount of pressure on her clit that it wasn't long before she was at the precipice of coming once more.

"Fuck, just like that," James muttered.

His words were what she really needed to push her over the edge. He flexed his hips at just the right time and Hermione cried out as she climaxed on top of him. She put her head down on his shoulder, breathing hard as he continued snapping his hips up and into her. After several long moments, he groaned, his neck arching as he came and she rolled off to the side, completely sated.

"I knew that was going to be good," James murmured, rolling onto his side to face her and tracing nonsense patterns along her abdomen with his finger.

Hermione snorted. "'Course you did."

"Are you doubting me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Never, Mr Potter," she replied, all innocence and batting eyelashes.

He growled and rolled on top of her, pressing his lips against her throat as he thrust his thigh against her core. She moaned and bucked up into him, sated, but seemingly ready to go again. "I think I really fucking love hearing that name from your lips," he whispered against her skin.

Hermione wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear that or not, so she decided to keep quiet. He continued working his leg against her and in moments, dropped his fingers down to bring her off once more. She came gasping with her back arched and James swallowing her groans in a kiss.

Later, as she headed back to her own room, terrified of waking up next to him, and even more scared of the possibility of Harry catching them, she wondered if she was going to be able to convince him back into bed. Though it didn't take much convincing this time around, perhaps next time would be even easier.

~Fin~