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Marry Me Harry.
Part three
Harry sat in his favourite chair and watched the woman who had just asked him to marry her. He had said yes almost instantly, he had no idea why but marrying Hermione seemed like the best idea since the invention of bread.
Now he looked at her as the woman he had not really seen for so many years, she had the sort of legs that were often seen on bill boards advertising silk or nylon stockings or some tanning lotion, she had a beautiful body, as had been pointed out to him numerous times by so many when they were at a dance or dinner party.
She was the woman of so many men's dreams, he had lost count of all those who had asked him to arrange an introduction. All the men who had wished they were in his shoes when he held her on the dace floor. So many thought she was perfect and yet in all that time she had never accepted or believed just how good looking she was.
He remembered how her hair had been so bushy when they were young, but now it hung low down her back in a mixture of gentle curls and waves, her deep warm brown eyes that held so much life in them they could light up a room, Seamus had called them 'come to bed eyes'.
She had a small dimple on her left cheek that caused her to have just the slightest tilt to her warm smile. Her lips were red, not the red of lipstick but naturally red.
Tempting lips, Neville had called them and Harry could see it now as she sat there with a blush to her cheeks and a smile that came from deep in her soul, that smile was directed at him.
She stood and kissed him on his cheek before she said good night and went to her room.
Harry sat there still feeling the kiss, as the feeling lingered on his skin, the thrill and tingle that it had caused bought back to him the reason he had stopped looking at her as anything but a friend.
He was sixteen and had arrived at the Burrow, Ron's house, just the day before. He was excited to be with the Weasley's, the people he thought of as family, he had risen early, and so as not to wake anyone made his way quietly to the bathroom on the floor below.
Trying to be extra quiet on the creaky floorboards and not disturb any of the sleeping Weasley's he gently opened the bathroom door and slipped inside.
The sight that greeted his eyes had been a wonder to behold, his friend Hermione was standing naked in the shower, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he watched as she lathered the soap in her brown bushy hair, lifting it high above her shoulders, she had her eyes closed and an expression of almost ecstasy on her face as she massaged the lather into her scalp. her breast were the perfect shape with no sign of sag, pink nipples pointed upward as she stretched.
That was the day he saw for the first time the private parts of a female body, his eyes lingering on the patch of hair before wandering down her curvy legs.
It took every ounce of strength he had to back out of that room and away from the sight that had stirred a roaring lion in his chest, and caused his blood to rush south. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
She never knew about that day, no one ever knew, it was his own secret. He had thought about her a lot that holiday, wanting her desperatly, to hold and explore the beauty he had seen. But he knew she only had eyes for his mate Ron, so by the end of the holiday he had decided he should no longer linger on the desires she roused in him, he should do as he always did with his feelings, he should burry them and accept her for what she was 'a best friend'.
And now that lion in his chest roared again and he once more wanted to see that body, he wanted to find the changes that time had made, he wanted to hold her to feel her warmth sink into him, to explore where before only his dreams had been.
He knew he had lost the barrier that he had put up to keep her out of his heart so long ago, that barrier had fallen when she kissed his cheek. Memories of hug's and holding her as they danced flooded his mind, filling him with years of memories of being with the first girl he had ever loved, the girl of his childhood dreams, the woman he had decided he should not, and would not love.
He wanted all she was offering, he wanted a wife and children and a happy home, but was she offering him love or was it pity.
He needed to talk to her, he needed to know.
He knocked gently on her door terrified of what she might say, he heard her call come in and he opened the door slowly. As the door opened his mind filled with the memory of seeing her in the shower.
Taking a deep breath he entered, "Can I have a word please Hermione?" he asked quietly.
"Yes Harry dear, what is it?" she asked as he stood there trying to control himself.
The back skirt she had worn to work had ridden up her thighs, she must have been lying down he thought, his eyes beyond his control stared at the white of her frilly knickers visible at the top of her creamy thighs, and his memory of her naked torso with soap bubbles running slowly downward filled his brain. Trying hard to look her in the eye he said the first thing that entered his foggy mind.
I"—that is well, I was thinking that maybe a wedding in a months time might not be the best idea" Harry paused and took a deep breath before continuing "I sort of hoped we could forget that idea- and sort of if you want to that is-, tomorrow we could go to the Alley and collect two rings then on to the Burrow and ask Arthur to marry us this week end."
She did not speak she just sat there with tears in her eyes and he suddenly felt uncomfortable, he had pushed to hard and now he was about to leave.
"Sor- sorry Hermione I er- well I'll just go."
Before he could get his legs to move properly she stood and walked over to him,
"Would you kiss me Harry?"
He wanted to, he really wanted to, it had been so long since he had held a woman in that way, he wasn't even sure he remembered how to kiss, but he had to talk to her he had to tell her things, things he felt, things he had kept locked away inside for so many years, and he needed to know how she felt.
He never had the chance to refuse the kiss; on tip toe she raised her lips to his even as he thought about it.
The kiss began hesitantly nervously but it soon began to deepen and was beginning to get passionate when Harry finally regained control of his senses.
Parting their lips he gently pushed Hermione away a little, "I have things I need to tell you, things you never knew, things I never told anyone.
Without a word Hermione nodded and led him to the bed; they sat holding hands as Harry confessed all.
He told of the day in the shower, his desire to make love to her all those years ago and his decision to lock her out of his heart because she wanted Ron.
Told her of the relief when he finally killed Voldemort how he could find no grief or guilt when he became a killer, how he had suddenly felt free and happy.
He told her how he had been feeling since she asked him to marry her, how he wanted to know if it was pity or love or something else that made her ask.
He told her how he was no longer sure how he felt about anything, told the only thing he was sure about was that marrying her would be the best thing that could ever happen to him.
"You stood and watched me shower? oh Harry why ever did you keep quiet about your feelings," Hermione leant over to him and placed her hand on his cheek before she kissed him once again.
"It is Love I feel Harry, deep everlasting love. No longer the love of a young girl, or the love of a friend, it's the sort of love that makes me want to have your children, the love that makes me want you so much."
Harry wrapped her in his arms and they shared a passionate kiss while his hands touched places previously out of bounds.
Feeling brave Hermione stood and began to strip "You can tell me how this old body has held up over the years," she laughed.
It would be a long time before they got around to any more talking that night as they climbed into the bed together. And then after all the years that had passed Harry's dreams were coming true as he made love with the girl he had loved for so long.
Hermione had expected pain but all she got was a slight feelings of discomfort as Harry made very passionate love with her. The discomfort quickly vanished to become a feeling she would want to keep repeating for the rest of her life. She was surprised when for the first time she had a fantastic orgasm that rocked her very soul, her body clung to him squeezing and pulsing as it tried to draw as much pleasure as it could from him, and then she felt it, his life creating fluid was inside her. She had enjoyed it so much that when he was spent and laying along side her, she asked him to stay the night, and then she asked if she could move into his room in the morning ...
Harry with a very satisfied smile whispered in her ear "I can think of nothing better than to have the woman I am in love with share my bed."
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