Another enlightening day...
Saturday, October 17
Ian and Grace emerged from the bedroom to find Hermione still asleep, sprawled out on the couch-bed. The baby was awake in her cot, playing with a stuffed mouse that Harry had bought the night before. She giggled and waved her arms when she saw her parents. Ian quickly moved to quiet her while Grace continued to the kitchen for tea. There was a quiet knock on the door. Grace looked through the peephole and saw that it was Harry. She opened the door and quietly welcomed him inside.
"I was about to get some breakfast going," she said.
Light scratching on the door and a loud "meow!" was heard. Harry opened the door and Crooks went straight for his food bowl, only to see it empty and look at the humans with a haughty "pardon me, but where's my food?" look. With his nose, Crooks bumped a lower cupboard next to the fridge.
"He prefers the creamy salmon," Hermione's sleepy voice said from the couch.
She slid her flannel-covered legs to the floor and mumbled an ouch.
"Still hurt?" Harry asked and crouched to examine her foot.
She nodded and yawned.
"After breakfast, you get to see a healer," he said.
"On a Saturday?" Grace asked.
"What happened?" Ian asked.
"I twisted my foot yesterday when I went to the prison," Hermione said.
"What the devil did you have to go to a prison for?" Ian asked.
"To present charges to a murder suspect," Hermione said and held up her hand to stop the questions she knew were coming. "Wizarding law is different from Muggle law."
**
An hour later, Hermione and Harry left St. Mungo's, she leaning on a cane and numbing brace adorning her foot.
"Thank goodness my Healer wasn't on shift today," she said. "I need to head to Gringotts before the apothecary."
"Hang on," he said, Apparating the both of them.
Seconds later, they stood before the towering building that was Gringotts. She hobbled up the steps, through the doors and went to the nearest goblin bank teller.
"I would like to make a withdrawal," she requested politely.
The goblin peered at them carefully, recognizing the two before him as one of the three who "invaded" (the general goblin opinion) their bank and broke out (literally) all those years ago. Only after Harry paid for a new watch-dragon and public apologies from the trio, were they allowed to step foot in the bank again.
"Wand, if you will," the goblin drawled.
She presented her wand, tapped it on a small marble globe and waited. The globe glowed and the goblin nodded.
"Amount of withdrawal?" the goblin asked.
"Ten galleons please," she said.
The goblin spoke in Gobbledegook to the marble. It glowed and seconds later ten gold coins appeared.
"Statement of your balance?"
"Yes, thank you," she said.
The goblin huffed at her polite manner and withdrew a large, leather bound book that had a single rune on the cover that she recognized at the rune for the letter G.
"Tap the rune with your wand."
She did so, a page from the book glowed, and a small sheet of parchment appeared next to the galleons. She took the galleons and statement, frowning at a particular figure.
"Is something amiss?" the goblin asked.
"Just lost a bit on some investments is all," she said and the two made to leave.
"Gringotts investment advisors are present on Mondays and Thursdays," the goblin said.
"Thank you," she said and they left the bank.
"Grumpy buggers," Harry said when they were back outside.
At the apothecary, Hermione stood in line to pay for her pain elixir, muscle relaxant balm, and birth control potion while Harry browsed the aisles. When she finished, she scanned the covers of the various tabloids by the door while Harry continued browsed the aisles. He caught her eye, held up a bottle and made his way to her.
"It took you that long for.." she said and looked at the bottle, "mouthwash?"
"I was looking for something else, but it's not here."
"What were you looking for? Maybe it's at another shop."
He leaned closer to her and whispered, "You know that stuff you were telling me about last night? "
She looked at him for a few moments and grinned. "Love, you won't find that at any apothecary. You can only get it from a Healer."
"What? You mean that blokes go and tell another bloke that they can't...get it up?" he asked.
Some customers looked at him curiously. There was no way he would go to a Healer and say that. First off, it wasn't true, and to go to a Healer and say that just because he wanted...
"Like I said, some do go and fib for the potion," she said and plucked one of the tabloids from the stand. "However, there are alternatives, while not quite what you're looking for, do come close. "
She gave him the tabloid. "Pay for this with your mouthwash, I'm not talking about this here."
When they returned to her flat, she found her mum picking up around the place and her dad changing Evelyn's diaper.
"Mum, you don't have to do that," she said and took a seat at the table.
"We're the reason for it, so we'll help out," Grace said. "What's the prognosis?" she asked.
"Sprained," Hermione said. "I'll wear this brace, stay off my feet as much as I can, and take the stuff for pain. It'll be fine by Monday morning."
Ian joined them with the baby. "I sprained my ankle last year, took a blooming month to heal."
"Are there magical dentists?" Grace asked.
"Not that I know of," Hermione said.
After lunch, Harry joined Hermione at her desk. She was doing a crossword puzzle in the tabloid he bought.
"Can we finish what we were talking about earlier?" he asked.
"Are you still on about that?" she asked.
She glanced at her parents who were fascinated by the mid-day Diagon Alley News programme on her Magic Vision television. They were amused by the Muggle and magical television sets sitting next to each other, and the more unique material on the Magic vision.
"That goblin said what?" Ian asked no one in particular.
"Goblins, can you imagine?" Grace commented.
"Let's go to my room," she said.
In her bedroom, they sat on the bed and she flipped the tabloid to the back pages. She read some of the adverts and pointed one to him.
"Wicked Intentions?" he asked.
"It's a Wizarding erotica shop," she said.
"And?"
"Have you ever been there?"
"No. I told you, I haven't had a spectacular sex life."
"Harry, I find that simply hard to believe. You and Ron are young, famous wizards, surely you..."
"No, but that doesn't matter. Tell me about the shop and what it has to do with what we were talking about."
She went to her wardrobe and displayed out a green negligee with matching thong.
"I got this at Naughty Witches," she said. "They also sell various...things...to enhance sex, make it more fun."
"Sex toys?"
"Among other things."
"I've heard Ron talk about it, but never went-"
"Never went to a sex shop? Harry, you're a 29 year old normal, healthy, sexual male and you haven't been to a sex shop?"
"Someone might see!"
"So what? Who cares if you go to a sex shop? As kinky as you are, why would it bother you?"
"I'm a private person, you know that."
She nodded.
"If I'm as kinky as you say, I suppose it's due to a vivid imagination, a faithful subscription to PlayWizard magazine, and a willing partner," he said. "She's the most willing partner I've ever had. I hope she sticks around, I've got a lot of sex to make up for," he said.
They burst out laughing at the comment.
"Okay, so would you like to go to a shop? We can go together. If it will make you feel more comfortable, we can go to a Muggle sex shop."
"Is your foot up to it?" he asked.
"For this, absolutely."
**
"We're meeting friends for lunch," Hermione said and summoned her cloak. "Will you be alright here?"
"Yes, we rang our insurance agent, we're meeting with him Monday afternoon," Ian said.
"Want anything while we're out?" she asked.
"No, pumpkin, you're doing enough by letting us stay here," Grace said.
"Okay, see you later."
"Take care, pumpkin. You too Harry."
They Apparated to Diagon Alley and took The Leaky Cauldron passage to Charing Cross Road.
"Let's eat first," she said.
At The Burger Shack, Harry gobbled down two triple cheeseburgers and a milkshake while she enjoyed a salad.
After lunch, she led him to a shop called The G-Spot.
"Clever name," she quipped, took his hand and they went inside.
The clerk at the cash register gave them a lazy nod and continued with whatever she was reading. Harry was looking at a display of negligees similar to the one Hermione had shown him earlier. He took one from the rack.
"This would look smashing on you," he said.
"We also have that in purple," the cashier said.
"Thanks," Hermione said.
Harry held on to the one he was holding and went to a magazine and book display that covered one entire wall. Ron would love this, then again, he's probably already seen this. He spotted a pocket version of the Kama Sutra and flipped through it.
"That's one of the biggest selling erotic books ever," she said and he blinked at her.
She shrugged. "Hey, I'm a bookworm."
He held on to the book and went to a display of brightly-colored bottles.
"Chocolate flavored edible body paint," he read from a label.
"The strawberry is good too," she added.
He plucked a chocolate, strawberry, and cherry bottle from the shelf.
"I'll get a bag," she said.
She returned with a bag to see him reading the back of a tube of some ointment.
"What's that?" she asked.
He held it up and she grinned.
Harry had to take care of some things at Grimmauld Place, but promised to make it in time for supper.
"And it'll give you some time with your parents, they're probably tired of seeing me," he said.
"Harry, that's silly. They're very fond of you."
"An electrician is supposed to come by the house anyway," he said.
After a searing good-bye kiss, she decided to get busy on the wash and other cleaning she had neglected as of late. Her parents marveled at the mop she charmed in the kitchen while she got the wash together. After laundry, mopping, vacuuming, and cleaning Crook's litter box, she started on supper. When she was rinsing the pasta, Harry returned.
"Welcome back," Hermione said and set the table. "What did the electrician say?"
"He said it'll take 3 weeks to update the wiring instead of a month like the others, and his estimate was lower than the others," he said. "He starts Tuesday."
While waiting on the electrician, he also started on the Kama Sutra, picturing Hermione in place of the woman in the pictures. At one picture, he had to turn the book sideways and wonder just how flexible Hermione was. With a pleasant ache in his cock, he examined the tube of Maximum Wood. Apparently, this product was a lotion applied to a cock to maintain a longer lasting erection and had a pleasant, minty taste. Well, that's convenient.
That evening, he sat at the table with Hermione, her parents and a baby, with a delicious plate of shrimp pasta in front of him. All he could think about was licking chocolate flavored body paint off Hermione's breasts. Would supper ever end?
**
