No Time For Epilogues
Chapter 16
As 10 p.m. approached, over two hundred people were still socializing, drinking and dancing. It seemed that no one wanted to leave. It was as if their world could finally celebrate after so many years of fear and uncertainty and they just enjoyed being with each other. Hermione and Ron didn't know it at the time, but their very public betrothal was just the unsaid push their world needed as a signal to get on with life.
"Don't you think you've had enough of that?" Ginny asked Harry as he emptied his glass of champagne. He shook his head and shrugged.
"Don't gotta go in tomorrow," he said and drew her closer. "You look especially beautiful tonight, have I told you that?"
Ginny chuckled and laid her hand on hishs chest. "Yes, about 20 times, but I'll never get tired of hearing it."
"Good, I'll never get tired of saying it," he said and hiccupped.
She saw Ron give Hermione a playful twirl on the dance floor. "So, you knew about them all along?"
Harry nodded. "Mmhm. He begged me to go along when he picked out the ring. He was scared of getting something horrid."
"I don't believe I've ever seen her rendered speechless," she said.
They saw Molly and Elizabeth sitting together at a table, talking animatedly. "They're probably already planning the wedding," Ginny said.
"Look at Mr. Granger," Harry said, tipping his glass that way.
Arthur had his mouth open, pointing at a tooth. Mr. Granger was in front of him, nodding in polite interest, glancing at Elizabeth every once in a while for help. But, as Ginny correctly predicted, she was too busy discussing various wedding scenarios with Molly.
"I'll rescue Mr. Granger from Dad," Ginny said, patted Harry's hand and made her way to Ian. She tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Dad, but may I steal Mr. Granger away for a dance?"
"Certainly, he was just telling me about the upper buy biscuits, weren't they?" Arthur asked.
Ian cleared his throat, smiled at Ginny gratefully and led her to the floor.
"I apologize for Dad, he is fanatic about Muggle...everything," she explained.
"That would explain the battery fixation," he said.
"Just be glad he hasn't seen the mobile phone attached to your belt," she said and they laughed.
Elizabeth felt a tap on her shoulder. Harry was standing there with his hand held out. "Care to dance, Mrs. Granger? My girlfriend is taken."
She laughed when she saw Ginny with Ian. "Lead the way Harry."
Harry led her to the floor toward Ginny and Ian. He tapped Ian on the shoulder and asked "Can I cut in?"
In smiled and put Ginny's hand in Harry's. "I was just expressing my gratitude to your lovely young lady for rescuing me from Arthur's toothy fascination. I was also about to inquire about our travel
home."
"How did you get here?" Harry asked.
"That thing where Hermione took hold of us, we disappeared then reappeared here. It gave me an awfully upset stomach," Elizabeth said.
"Is there a floo connection to your house?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I believe Hermione had it set up when she retrieved us from our Australian adventure," Ian said.
"Come on, Professor McGonagall will let you use hers," Ginny said.
"We need to say goodnight to Hermione, she...probably won't be coming home tonight," Elizabeth said diplomatically.
Yeah, she's gonna shag Ron within an inch of his life! Harry thought
The Grangers gave their emotional goodbyes to their daughter and Ron, then left the hall with Minerva.
"Ready to leave?" Ron asked. Hermione's head, resting on his chest, nodded.
They said their goodbyes to everyone, got more congratulations and left the castle for the apparation point beyond the gates. "Wait, let's go to the lake. Last time I saw it, a giant was tossing a Death Eater into it. It should be more picturesque this time."
It was. The moonlight and clear night sky reflected off the lake surface and gently lapped at the shores. A Thestral strolled from the forest and dipped its mouth into the water on the other side. A baby Thestral joined it.
"Aww, that's kind of cute," he remarked.
"Most babies are," she said.
"Speaking of which, do you want babies right away?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, I want it to be just us for a while, but I suppose that's the only child syndrome talking."
"No, that sounds alrightall right," he said. "Just us for a while sounds nice."
She put her hand on his arm to pause his steps. "You really and truly took my breath away tonight. Thank you for loving me...that much."
"No, thank you, Hermione. I've loved you for so long, and to have you love me back is..." He stopped because he couldn't think of the adequate words to describe what he felt.
"Indescribeable?" she asked with a soft smile.
"Exactly," he said and drew her close.
"Let's leave so I can take your breath away," she whispered.
Minerva escorted her two Head Students to their dorms to let them know the fine job they did on the day. They would be the last students to bed. Ernie, to his dorm first, then Ginny's.
Outside her dorm, they chatted for a few minutes then Minerva said goodnight. Unknown to the two of them, Harry was waiting outside her door under his invisibility cloak. He wasn't ready to say goodbye, not just yet. He wouldn't see her again until the student's first Hogsmeade trip, which wasn't until next weekend. Ginny chatted with the door portrait a few minutes until Harry slid the cloak off, startling Ginny within an inch of her life.
"I didn't want to leave just yet," he said. "I couldn't give you the goodbye I wanted in the hall in front of everyone."
Ginny glanced at the portrait eagerly hanging on what she would do or say next. She wasn't about to give the portrait an eyeful of something to gossip to the other portraits about. They were worse than the students at times.
"Would you care to come in for a moment, Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked politely.
"Of course, Miss Weasley," he responded.
She said the password, opened the door and they both erupted in laughter when the portrait commented "such a proper young witch, indeed!" as the door was closing.
Ron sat on his bed and listened to Hermione shower. He heard humming and wondered if he should just open the door, toss aside the shower curtain and join her. Why not?
He stripped, took a deep breath and carefully opened the door, in case he heard a "Ron Weasley, shut that door now!"
He heard no fussing, but continued humming and saw her washing her hair, eyes closed, oblivious to the fact that he was standing there. He pushed the curtain aside. She opened one eye and winced when shampoo dripped into it.
"Are you going to just stand there or get in?" she asked.
He grinned, stepped in and watched her rinse the shampoo from her eye and took in the rest of her. His hands itched to join hot, steamy water running down her perfect breasts, but she took the initiative and surprised him by applying her soapy hands to his chest. She worked it into a lather and spread it over his stomach and hips, back up his chest and over his shoulders. He forgot to breathe when her chin bumped his erect cock when she knelt in front of him.
She smirked when her chin "accidently" bumped against his erection when she knelt to wash his legs. This is fun! She washed his hips and inner thighs with purpose, giving the impression that she was totally focused on his cleanliness. She bit her bottom lip and applied her soapy hands to the base of his cock. He rose on his toes and sighed. She slowly stroked from base to tip while massaging his balls. He groaned.
"Turn around," she whispered.
He mumbled and did so. She lovingly worked the lather on his bum and slowly rose, softly kissing his bum, working her way up his back. He felt her soft lips on his arse, up his back and felt her arms encircle him, one hand massaging his chest, the other his cock. He felt her breasts pressing against his back and wondered if he was dreaming. What was happening only happened in his fantasies. My pretty, clever little bookworm is a sex kitten, time to make my kitten purr!
We've never gone this far before! Harry sang to himself.
Remembering what Ron said, he took his cues from her. This would go however far she wanted, and he would gladly take whatever she offered. They were half dressed on her bed, she straddling his lap, kissing whatever she could get her mouth on. He found that he liked the spot on his neck just below his ears best.
"Like that, do you?" she asked, when he shuddered.
"Oh yeah."
He slid the shirt from her shoulders, revealing a maroon, satin lacy bra that matched her knickers, visible from under her hiked-up skirt. She took the initiative and removed the bra. When he got an eyeful of the slightly freckled, bigger-than-he-thought breasts, he thought he would burst through his pants. Unable to help himself, he tentatively brought his hands to her breasts and gently cupped them. "They're not going to break," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"I love how they feel," he said, massaging and caressing them and drew her closer to flick his tongue on an erect nipple, listening and watching her. She sighed, ran her hands through his hair and pressed her hips closer to his as he worshipped her breasts. Okay, she likes this!
Did she ever, and wanted more. A pleasant ache was building in her 'most private place' (as her mum would say) and she needed relief. If I touch him, maybe he'll touch me.
While he suckled and nipped at her, she dropped her hands to his pants and quickly unzipped them. "Wha-" he sputtered.
When she whispered "lift your bumarse" he did. To his surprise, she lowered his pants, took a deep breath and reached inside his boxers. She then said the sexiest words he would ever hear. "Tell me how."
So he did.
Hermione knew she could die a happy woman, right there at that moment in the shower. Ron knelt before her, one of her legs resting on his shoulders, doing magical things between her legs with his tongue.
"Yes Ron, yes!" she cried at one particular heavy swipe of tongue and pressed against his face.
He stopped and stood up, eyes glazed over with lust and grunted, "Bed...now."
She wordlessly nodded and stepped from the shower. He took hold of her from behind, pressed his impossibly hard cock against her arse and wrapped his arms around her, fondling her breasts.
"You feel so good to me," he said in her ear as he led her to the bed. Time to my kitten purr! "Bend over the bed, love," he urged softly.
She did and looked back at him over her shoulder. He thought his heart would burst from the trust, affection and lust in her eyes. He bent over her, kissed her shoulders and neck and said, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" With one hand on her shoulder and the other one gripping her hip, he thrust inside of her. He pumped slow and deep, reveling in her groans and wails of ecstasy and lost himself to her.
"Harder, faster," she gasped.
He stood, took hold of her hips and complied. "So good," he grunted, slapping against her thighs and arse. He felt his release building and pumped wildly, reaching for that blissful pinnacle, fueled by her cries of delight. "YesYesI'mcoming!" he called out and pounded his release into her, his thrusts accentuated with grunts of pleasure and relief. He slowed to gentle pumping until he fell flaccid and flopped down beside her.
"My turn," she said and pushed him on his back.
"Huh? Your turn? Didn't you-" You stupid, stupid wanker!
Still hyper-sensitive from what they'd just done, she took matters in her own hands and started stroking him, not too gently either.
It was almost too much.
He grimaced and bucked his hips, becoming hard again as she stroked his cock and balls, then tickled the smooth skin behind his balls. He whimpered something unintelligible and gripped the bed covers. His eyes flew open when she impaled herself on his hard-again cock.
Earlier, Ginny was right. She was going to shag him within an inch of his life.
Harry's face was buried between Ginny's legs in happy disbelief that he was actually there, doing this to her. She had already stroked him off, looking as sexy as hell with his come all over her stomach and legs as she straddled him. It was only fair to return the favor, and he was hard again, rubbing against her leg and mattress as he lapped and sucked at her.
"Harry," she gasped.
He stopped and looked up. "Yes love?"
"Now...please," she pleaded. While it stroked his male ego for her to say please, he needed to make sure.
He scooted until he was face to face with her and whispered, "Are you sure?"
She nodded, said "I'm sure" and kissed him.
His heart was pounding with anticipation, his cock throbbing with excitement as he moved between her legs. A muted groan escaped from him when his cock when he rested it against the soft mound of auburn hair. He took hold of it and guided it home, slowly pressing the head in. He bit his bottom lip and pressed further, grunting at how tight it felt. He heard her gasp and stopped. Oh God, I'm hurting her!
"Don't stop," she whispered.
He continued until he came to her barrier and nudged. She shifted under him and gazed at him with tearful eyes.
"I love you," he breathed, wrapped his arms around her and thrusted sharply. Her mouth fell open with a whimper, back arching, her nails digging into his back. He paused to let her get used to the feeling, as he knew he should, but bit his bottom lip in anticipation. She drew her legs up to his thighs and raised her hips.
He focused on the mechanics of his motions, rolling his hips and resting on his elbows, getting a steady rhythm going as he pumped in and out of her. It felt better than he ever imagined and he knew he wasn't going to last long. She was breathing heavily, whispering nonsensical words and gasping, "Yes Harry, I feel it!"
He hunched over her, gripped her hips and fucked her with fast, deep strokes, wanting her to feel every inch of him when she came. He looked down to where their bodies met and cried out "YES!" He watched her face, contorted in ecstasy, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure, and for the first time in his life he could say he felt like a man.
She became still and quiet for a moment, then shuddered and exploded in dizzying pleasure. Her keening and moaning sent him over the blissful edge, moaning and calling out her name with each thrust of his release. He continued with short, quick thrusts until he was spent.
"Wow," she said, panting.