Eggnogs and Fruitcake
By: tweety-src-clt9
CHAPTER FOUR – Gifts, Confessions, and Kinks
"God! This fruitcake is even better than what Dobby prepares for Christmas dinner at your manor... I could smell a hint of rum on it though. Odd," Hermione moaned as she savored her bite of the cake.
"Totally agree with you there, love, this eggnog is better than Dobby's recipe too. Although, I could taste a hint of Vodka in it, not really sure," he raised his glass of eggnog in salute. He's halfway through his second glass. Hermione already ate more than half of her cake. They were just relaxing and enjoying the sea breeze, basking in the peace and quiet. Their late dinner of pizza and chicken was delicious.
"Let's do something fun," Hermione suggested. Harry noticed her face was a bit flushed. Must be the wine, he thought.
"Alright… What do you propose?" he sipped on his wine too. He was alternately sipping on the delicious wine while helping himself to his favorite holiday drink.
"I have cards in my purse. We can play poker," she shrugged.
"Unless we're playing strip poker, then it's not that fun, love. Besides, you're hard to beat at poker," he smirked.
"Strip poker? Is that even a thing?" she snorted.
"We can make it a thing," he leered playfully.
"Is that a pickup line?" she rolled her eyes which made him laugh.
Such an ice queen, indeed… I'll have you writhing under me in the sheets though, and soon, he smirked.
"Oops! I heard my phone ping. A quick halt on the no phones rule for dinner?" she said sheepishly.
"Of course, Hermione," he shrugged. Since she walked toward her purse, he too checked his phone. There were two new messages.
Neville Longbottom: Hi Harry! Heard you're with Hermione on a romantic island business trip… So, will I hear engagement details soon? You better snap her up, cousin. You know that the board will never allow you to take over if you aren't married. Besides, you've never loved anyone but our dear ice princess of a best friend… Why not try again? *wink wink nudge nudge*
Harry snorted. Ever since marrying Luna, Neville became such a hopeless romantic sap.
He clicked on the message from Ron.
Ronald Weasley: Mate, heard you're with Hermione. Why don't you just shag Ms. High and Mighty? That should take the edge off of ya both. Sexual tension you have is crazy, or at least that's what Amber said.
Harry rolled his eyes. Why is it that his friends seemed to be pushing him to make a move? Am I really that bad at my game?
When Hermione returned to the dining table, he noticed her glum face. "What's the matter, Hermione?"
"I got a text from my mum. She says she was researching the weather in the Philippines and stuff. There's an incoming storm. We can't risk flying out tomorrow. She says we should stay until the 26th just to be safe," she sighed.
"Oh… That is rather sad, is it? We always celebrate Christmas at the manor," he remarked.
"Yeah…"
Sensing her sadness, he remembered he brought one of his presents for her on this trip. "I may have something that can cheer you up," he winked.
"Is that so?" she challenged.
"Just wait and see," he grinned. He walked toward his carry-on luggage and looked for the paper bag. Grabbing it, he hid it behind his back and returned to Hermione.
Stopping in front of her, he said, "surprise!" He handed her a Pandora gift bag. Hermione grinned. Since her sixteenth birthday, he'd been giving her additional charms for her bracelet.
"Aww! What charms did you get me this time?" she asked happily.
"Open it!" he grinned.
She opened the dainty bag and saw two jewelry boxes. She opened the first one and saw a tiny bejeweled jeepney charm that's marked Philippines on the windshield.
"Is this – "
"Yep, it's one of those jeepneys we saw in Manila. It's some sort of symbol here… I reckon we can try riding one, do as the locals do when we return to the city?"
"I love it! And yes, let's do that," she smiled.
"You have one more…"
Hermione opened the box and she gasped as she perused the design. It was a gold crown charm, embedded with sapphires and rubies, symbolizing their birthstones. Hanging from the crown were gold letters H&H.
"Did you have this custom made?"
"Yes, I reckon we should commemorate our successful partnership at Potter Group and our twenty-five years of friendship."
"That's so sweet…"
"May I?" he gestured to the bracelet on her wrist. It was their tradition that he would be the one to add the new charms he bought for her.
"Of course," she extended her wrist. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, he delicately unsealed the golden heart-shaped lock. "This is your second bracelet, right?"
"Yes, you've given me too many charms so it can no longer fit the first bracelet you gave me. Besides, I keep my first one in my jewelry box at home. I call it Harry and Hermione's teenage years bracelet. This one is the Harry and Hermione 2.0 bracelet," she chuckled.
"Makes sense," he grinned as he inserted the two new charms. Once done, he lovingly put the bracelet on her wrist. He let his fingers caress her skin as he checked out all the charms he had given her through the years.
"You're not the only one who brought presents you know?" she whispered as their eyes met.
"Oh?" he said huskily.
"Yes, just let me go get it," since she moved her wrist away, the spell was broken.
He watched as she walked towards her purse. He knew that she felt it too, whatever spark there was between them. It gave him hope and courage.
"Happy Christmas, Harry," she handed him a gift bag when she returned to the dining table.
"Thank you, Hermione," he smiled as he opened the bag. He saw a velvet box. He opened it and saw gold cufflinks. He noticed the embossed design, a stack of Legos, and a date, 12/24/1985. Under the date, were the initials H&H.
"To commemorate your love for Legos and building. Also, to thank you for being my friend after all these years," she smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Hermione, really," he was overwhelmed with her gift.
"You will make a great CEO, Harry. I know you will," she said this with so much certainty. Her faith in him had always strengthened him.
"Well, I can't be CEO if I don't marry. Mum's been pestering me about getting married so they can retire," he snorted, and she giggled.
"Just find a noblewoman or someone respectable, not your flavors of the month, to marry you. And voila, problem solved," she teased.
"I know I'll get married next year," he said with full confidence.
"Really?"
"You really lack confidence in my romance skills," he feigned offense and she chuckled.
"You haven't dated anyone, or at least there are no photos of you with a woman in the papers," she shrugged.
"Keeping tabs on me, Ms. Granger?" he smirked.
"You know how Aunt Lily rants about your women. She walks in my office and rants and rants about – "
"The lady doth protest too much," he teased, and she huffed.
Harry raised his wine glass in a gesture of a toast. Hermione followed his lead.
"To us, twenty-five years of friendship, and many more," he said, and she smiled.
"To us! Cheers!" they clinked their glasses and drank their wine.
Emerald green eyes met chocolate brown. As expected, it was Hermione who broke their staring game. She took another bite of her fruitcake. Following her lead, he too drank more of his eggnog.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
"Dance with me."
"What? Here?"
"Yes… There's plenty of room. Besides, it's better than your poker idea," he teased.
"Fine," she pouted.
Harry looked for the song he wanted to dance to on his phone. After that, he connected to the entertainment system via Bluetooth. He stood from his seat and extended a hand for her to take.
"May I have this dance, Ms. Granger?" he said cheekily.
"Don't get cocky, Potter. I seem to recall being your dance partner for your cotillion training back in the day. My toes suffered quite a beating, you know?" she smirked as she accepted his hand. He helped her to stand and led her to the large space in front of the couch.
Harry pressed play on his phone before throwing it on the couch.
His right hand held on to her waist, his left holding her hand. Hermione's other hand was on his shoulder, just like their practiced cotillion dances many years ago.
It's undeniable that we should be together
It's unbelievable, how I used to say that I'd fall never
The basis is need to know
If you don't know just how I feel
Then let me show you now that I'm for real
If all the things in time, time will reveal
Yeah
He pulled her closer to his body as they slowly swayed to the music. His eyes never leaving her face.
"Interesting song choice," she remarked.
"I seem to recall you like this bloke's music," he shrugged. He could feel her nod.
"You always did remember the little details," she muttered.
One, you're like a dream come true
Two just wanna be with you
Three, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
Four, repeat steps one, two, three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at one
He guided her other hand to wrap around his neck. His hands now on both sides of her waist. He was even closer to her now that he was sure she could hear his heart beating.
"I never stopped loving you, ya know? Even if you rejected me many years ago," he whispered against her ear.
"Harry, I – "
"Just one chance, Hermione… Please," this was it. It's up to her now.
She was quiet as he stared into her beautiful eyes. He could easily imagine how her brain was processing all that he said and all that has happened.
He leaned closer to her face so he could kiss her, but he stopped, "if you'll stop me, you better do it – "
It was Hermione who pressed their lips together. It started out innocent, sweet, and uncertain. When his tongue teased her lower lip and she opened for him, the temperature in the room spiked.
As their tongues met, he pressed her even closer so she could feel his body's reaction to her. When she moaned against his tongue, he led her toward the couch.
When he awkwardly stumbled on the couch, with Hermione on top of him, he easily regained balance so she could properly straddle him. As they kissed and kissed, Hermione started grinding against his crotch while his hands were busy with the buttons on her blouse.
Harry was nibbling on her neck when she moaned, "God, Harry! Yes!"
He stopped. He needed to be certain she wanted him as much as he did her. He couldn't bear to go through the same "let's just be friends" line she pulled on him before.
"Why did you stop?" she said huskily as she ground against his crotch for more friction.
"I can't bear it if you'd reject me again in the morning," he admitted.
"Harry – I, I didn't mean to hurt you," her eyes softened with guilt and concern.
"But why did you do it?"
"I saw you kissing Parkinson. Before that, I was supposed to say I wanted to be with you… But when I saw that – "
"You thought I was just playing you? God, Hermione! Bloody Parkinson cornered me, I was too shocked to pull away. When I pried her off, she only smirked. If you only asked me about it then we could have - "
I'm sorry, Harry."
"You really thought I was just playing you?" he asked with exasperation.
"Well, yes," she said shyly.
"And now?"
"I'm not afraid anymore."
"And?"
"And what?"
"If we do this, you won't use that friendship line on me again?" he was serious.
"I want you, Harry," she whispered.
"Just for tonight?" he needed to be sure.
"For always."
"Good answer," he grinned. Since he just remained sitting there, as if memorizing every detail of her face, she ground her hips again.
"Now fuck me, you silly bloke!" she said bossily.
"How crass!" he teased.
"Harry, I swear – "
"Let's make love first, we can fuck for round two," he wiggled his eyebrows playfully and she rolled her eyes.
He patted her thigh, "get off me woman so I can lead you to that big bed over there," he winked. She huffed as she removed herself from his lap. She was about to make some remark about him carrying her to bed when she yelped in surprise.
The bloody caveman tackled her and carried her like a sack of potatoes against his shoulder.
"Harry Potter! I'm gonna kill you!" she screamed in surprise when he felt his hand slap her arse. She hated being in the air and upside down at that. Honestly! He could have carried me bridal style!
"I change my mind. We can fuck on the bed first, and then I'll make love to you afterward," he said as he ran towards the bedroom.
Despite carrying her like a sack of potatoes, Harry had the decency to gently put her down on the mattress. She was about to berate him when he leaned in to kiss her once again. She forgot her complaints since the bloke could seriously kiss! She was enjoying his tongue on hers, the taste of wine and eggnog on his lips, when suddenly, she heard a ripping sound.
"Harry! You ripped my top!" she exclaimed.
The prat just smirked. "It was your idea to fuck first," he shrugged before lowering his lips to her bra-clad breasts. Since the fabric was lace, and it was bloody expensive, she reached behind her back so she could unclasp it. The brassiere easily fell off since Harry was already sucking on her breast like it was his last meal on earth.
"Eager, are we?" she could feel him smirking against her hardened nipple.
"Bloody thing is expensive, don't want you to rip – fuck! Do it again!" she moaned as his teeth grazed on her nipple. She could feel herself nearing orgasm as Harry pleasured her breasts through a combination of his hands and mouth. He was sucking, nibbling, biting, licking, squeezing, pinching, and basically worshipping her breasts. She read about breast play bringing some women to orgasm, or at least that's what it said in Cosmo magazine, but she never believed it to be possible. With Harry's masterful seduction though, she was quickly becoming a firm believer of breast play orgasm.
"Why did you – " her protest halted when she noticed that the sexy bloke was already trying to roughly pull her jeans off her. She was so high strung from breast play that she didn't notice he already unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
She lifted her bum so he could easily take her jeans off. Now as she was only wearing her lace thong in front of him, she felt a bit shy. Harry was still fully clothed after all.
Before she could start to overthink, she looked down and saw Harry licking her belly button. His smoldering eyes oozing with sinful carnal pleasure.
"God, Harry!" she moaned as her hand gripped his messy hair. She could only close her eyes and feel every pleasurable tingling sensation he was giving her.
"Eyes on me, love. You'd want to see this," he huskily whispered against her skin. She followed his sensual command and opened her eyes. She bit her bottom lip as she watched Harry's hands slowly pull her knickers down her legs. When he successfully removed it from her body, he carelessly threw it away.
She started to blush. She felt so exposed now. She yelped when she felt him pull her lower on the mattress.
"Harry, what – Oh, god! Yes!" she could only moan and tighten her grip on his hair as his tongue licked her clit.
Realizing that it must be painful, her tugging on his hair like that, she opened her eyes. Harry's emerald green eyes were darkened with lust as he was watching her every reaction while his lips and tongue fucked her.
Hermione could only whisper his name over and over again as she watched him, watching her, while he continued to eat her pussy. She was already writhing in pleasure, nearing orgasm, when he roughly inserted two fingers inside of her. His tongue was busy licking her clit, while his fingers pounded in and out of her soaking pussy.
"Yes! Harry! Yes!" she screamed as she saw stars. The last time she had sex was ages ago, she was still in Harvard then. Masturbating with her dildo and vibrator never felt this good.
"Cum for me, baby… Let go," he whispered before his tongue plunged inside her pussy again. His hands wrapped her legs around his shoulders as he ate her out.
Hermione came hard. She was already having the best orgasm of her life and they were just getting started.
Harry Potter would be the death of her! But what a way to go…
Harry Potter felt like a god as he lapped at Hermione's dripping cunt. She was still shaking from her orgasms as he continued to lick on her juices. He smirked. He never ate his fuck buddies' pussy. They knew what they were getting into with him. He was in it for the sex, they received lavish gifts in return. There were two categories of women for him, one – his fuck buddies. He didn't date them, he shagged them. Two – the women he brings as dates for balls and formal events, he never shagged them, he just escorted them around since it was expected of him.
And then there was Hermione.
Hermione Granger. The girl who was his best friend. The only woman he has ever loved. This beautiful, exasperating, and sarcastic woman was unlike any other.
He would do anything for Hermione. She didn't belong to any of the two categories. She was his best friend in the entire world. She was the only woman who saw him as just Harry, and not the heir to the Duke of Richmond. She was perfect, well, perfect for him at least.
"Oh my…" she whispered after regaining her faculties.
"How's that for fucking?" he smirked from his position on the floor. She blushed. God how he loved this woman!
"No wonder women fall on their feet for you!" she whispered. He winked.
He joined her on the bed and then leaned in to peck her on the lips. "Just so you know, I never do that for other women. I only do that for you… First time when we slept together at Hogwarts… And the second time was minutes ago," he smirked.
"But – but, how? You clearly excel at it," she whispered.
"Why, thank you, Ms. Granger. Happy to serve," he said cheekily. She lightly slapped his chest and he chuckled.
"Seriously! The women you're dating were idiots. They don't know what they're missing," she blushed.
"I aim to please," he shrugged.
"You're just kidding, right?"
"Hmmm?"
"About you know, just doing that for me?" she asked, and he shook his head no.
"But – why?"
"When will it ever get into that thick skull of yours that I love you, you exasperating woman?" he dramatically sighed.
"Oh…"
"So… You ready for more fucking?" he leered.
"I'm already on my back so," she shrugged. She was still panting hard.
"You might want to grab hold of the headboard," he pointed to the elaborate metal workings before working on lowering his pants.
Since the bloke made her orgasm twice, she obeyed his command. She grabbed hold of the metal works on the headboard and watched as he merely lowered his pants and his boxers.
"You're not taking – "
"I'll do it on the next round when we make love," he winked.
"Just how many rounds are we talking about here?" she eyed him warily.
"As much as you can take," he smirked.
"Good lord! What have I unleashed!" she muttered and the prat chuckled.
Harry parted her legs as he positioned himself.
He kissed her on the lips as he entered her in one deep thrust, making her moan in pleasure.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered against her neck as he roughly pounded her on the mattress.
Hermione could only hold on tight to the headboard, but she managed to moan out, "I love you too, Harry…"
Those words seemed to trigger Harry to increase his deep thrusting that she could only whimper in pleasure. "You're mine, Hermione! Say it!" he growled.
"Yes! Yours! Just yours!" she screamed. She could feel herself nearing orgasm once again.
Sucking on her breasts and rubbing her clit, as he continued fucking her, Hermione screamed his name as she orgasmed for the third time that night. Harry followed her shortly, emptying himself deep inside her…
Hermione couldn't remember how many times she orgasmed that night since Harry Potter was such an insatiable and vigorous lover...
Hermione groaned as she heard the alarm on her phone. She forgot to cancel the alarms since the meeting with Don Alfredo was canceled. Since she felt sore all over, she blushed. Harry Potter made her his all throughout the night. She was about to pull away so she could pee when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
"You're not escaping me, are you?" he whispered against her neck. Since they were spooning, she could feel his erection pressed against her bum.
"I just need to pee," she muttered.
"Want to shower together?" he playfully bit her earlobe.
"If you can keep your hands to yourself, then sure. But if you intend to pound me again, then no… Honestly! I can't feel my legs," she blushed, and he chuckled.
"Sorry, love."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah…" he laughed.
"Honestly! Don't you get tired?" she huffed as she turned to face him.
"You owe me fourteen years' worth of shagging, Ms. Granger," he smirked.
"Horny prat," she muttered.
"You're so mean to me," he pouted.
"Seriously, I really need to pee." He chuckled as he let her go.
She didn't bother to wear clothes as she got out of bed. He'd already seen all of her anyway.
When they returned to London on the 27th of December, Harry and Hermione were shocked to discover that their business trip was just a hoax. It was just some scheme concocted by Lily, the marauders, and agreed to by the Grangers. Of course, Harry and Hermione huffed at their parents' schemes, but they thanked them all the same.
When Lily started talking about wedding plans with Lizzie, Hermione snorted, and Harry chuckled. His mother truly was something. They didn't take it seriously though, whatever plans their mothers had set-up. They insisted to their eager mothers that he needed to properly propose first. Harry completely supported Hermione on this.
Two months after their trip, Hermione started feeling ill. When Harry accompanied his girlfriend to the doctor, they were in for a surprise. She was pregnant and they were having twins.
Long story short, their parents were ecstatic. They had a small wedding, a month later. They agreed to have a large wedding once the twins were born.
A year after the twins were born, Harry Potter took over as CEO and President of the Potter Group of Companies. He was a doting father and a devoted CEO.
Hermione made her husband swear to only drink eggnogs from Dobby, and she, in turn, would only eat fruitcakes from their family chef. She reckoned that it was better to be safe than sorry. When they were horny and under the influence of alcohol, Harry had this tendency to forget putting on condoms. Hermione Potter believed they weren't ready for more children yet. If the twins got a bit older, then she would give in to her horny husband's pouty face when he begged for more children.
THE END
A/N: Check out the song, Back at One by Brian McKnight.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story.
This is my first muggle AU ever. Did I do a good job? Yes? No? Let me know your thoughts.
P.S. Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon!
(Filipino to English Translation) Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year!