A sweet lemon for smithback, who requested this pair.
A Different Sort of Dessert: Andromeda/Harry
"Hey, Meda!"
Andromeda wiped her hands on a towel. "Harry? Teddy? I'm in the kitchen!"
"Nan!"
She nearly fell over as Teddy threw his arms around her legs. "Hello there! Good to see you too!"
Teddy's hair had turned pink at the sight of her. It always did when he was breathless with excitement. She didn't— couldn't mention, actually— how it made her ache just a little, to see that shade paired with those eyes. Instead, she dropped her hands to his shoulders, smoothing out his shirt.
"Nan!" he gasped, his hair growing a bit blue on the edges. "Harry got me the Lightning Shot 6.0!"
"Did he now?" Andromeda raised her eyebrows at Harry, who gave her a sheepish smile.
"Can I try it now? Please, please, can I—"
Andromeda looked at the clock. "Twenty minutes. And do not go any higher than—"
"Than the plum tree. Got it." A blur of hot pink and green whizzed past her, slamming the back door shut.
"Sorry," Harry said immediately. "I know we talked about it for his birthday, but—"
"Oh, Harry. You know your job is to spoil him."
He walked over, hands in his pockets. "I thought that was the grandmother's job."
Andromeda laughed. "If it were my job, I would be making chocolate chip cookies right now. Not—"
"What is that?" Harry had lifted a finger to poke at one of the bars. She smacked his hand away.
"Blueberry breakfast cookies," she said, levitating a spatula to scoop the rest of the batter into the pan. "Teddy hasn't been hungry in the mornings—"
"Still?"
She sighed. "Still."
"From the night terrors, you think?"
"I don't know." She gazed out the window, where Teddy swooped under the plum tree, his hair moss green to match it. "Anyway, these are great for on the way to school."
She opened the oven and bent to push the new tray of batter in. As she shut it, she caught a curious sight on the reflection. Harry's eyes were on her— which wasn't necessarily all that odd. But they were right on her arse. And they were following it, as she shifted a little to turn the oven light on with her wand.
Stop being silly, she told herself. As she stood, she turned, where Harry was still staring at her skirt.
Andromeda knew she oughtn't say a word about it, but she just had to see if she was being a complete idiot or... "Oh, Harry," she said, straightening the skirt. "Am I just covered in flour?"
"What?" Harry said, snapping his head up.
"Do I have a lot of flour on me?" she asked, gesturing to her hips. "I was wondering what you were looking at."
By the time she'd finished her sentence, Harry's face was flushed red. "I— uh— no, no, not at all, Andromeda." He ran his fingers through his hair and turned. "I better head out, actually."
"I thought you said you were staying for dinner?"
"Not— well, I—"
"Something came up?"
Harry nodded, chugging on his water bottle.
Andromeda smiled. "A date, perhaps?"
Harry chuckled. "Not quite. Uh." He looked down, the pink returning to his cheeks. "Speaking of, Meda—"
"NAN! I FOUND A GNOME!"
Harry paused, his hand tight on the bottle. "I was wondering—"
"NAN! IT BIT ME!"
Andromeda and Harry both laughed. "I should probably…" she said, gesturing outside.
"Right, of course. Like I said, I need to go, too. I'll see you Saturday, yeah?"
"Of course! I've already prepped the lasagna."
"Can't wait." He waved and made for her floo.
Andromeda paused until she heard the woosh of the fire die out. "Odd," she muttered. Out of nowhere, she heard Fleur Weasley's voice. The way he looks at you, Andromeda. Don't tell me you don't see it.
"NAN!"
"Coming!"
x
"Camping with the Weasleys?"
Harry nodded. "I completely forgot about it. I mean, Teddy doesn't have to go, of course—"
"Oh, Christ, Harry, he'll be devastated. He's already packed his bags." She sighed. "Of course he can go. We can always skip Saturday dinner—"
"I thought you said you already prepped for the lasagna?"
Andromeda waved her hand. "Oh, I could always freeze it."
"No, no," Harry said. "Bring it over. Please. I love your lasagna, and besides, I've nothing better to do tomorrow."
Andromeda raised an eyebrow. "Your enthusiasm moves me, Harry."
Harry's brows dropped. "I mean, that's not what I meant—"
She laughed. "I'm teasing you. Dinner would be great. I'll just pop by at seven as usual?"
"I will supply the drink and salad and dessert, as usual," he responded, his eyes dropping to her hips, then up again, a pink tinge moving to his ears.
Christ Almighty, Andromeda thought as she went to go over Teddy's luggage before sending him off. Did I just agree to a date with Harry bloody Potter?
x
"Ah," Fleur said, laundry basket in hand as Andromeda stepped through the floo. "Go ahead to the nook. The tea's all ready. I'll be right there."
Shell Cottage was unusually quiet. "Right," Andromeda muttered. "The camping trip." Certainly each of Fleur's children were there. Certainly half of Teddy's enthusiasm over the trip came from the weekend-long proximity to fairy-esque Victoire.
Andromeda chuckled to herself, pouring two cups of rose-mint tea.
"What's is it?" Fleur sat primly in the seat across from Andromeda.
"Just thinking about how annoyed your daughter is going to be all weekend, having Teddy following her like a willful owl."
Fleur laughed. "She can pretend all she wants, but I know I found a photo of him in one of her school books."
"Oh, that's right." Andromeda buried her face in her hands. "Please tell them to stop growing up, will you? I'm not ready to be a great-grandmother."
Fleur threw her head back and laughed. "Merlin, Andromeda! They're seven and eight." She took a sip of her tea, a smirk forming on her face. "Harry told me you two are still on for dinner tomorrow?" She winked. "Wouldn't be why you called for an emergency tea session, would it?"
"No, no." Andromeda vigorously shook her head. "Of course not." Under Fleur's raised eyebrow, she lowered her eyes to her tea cup. "Christ, Fleur," she said. "Well, yes, I am a bit nervous! And it's all your fault."
"My fault?"
"For putting ideas in my head about the boy!"
"He's twenty-five, Andromeda."
"And I'm forty-one, Fleur. The exact reason why he should have no interest in m—"
"And yet he does." Fleur smiled into her tea cup, her brow raised. "What will you be wearing?"
"Oh, probably the same thing I always wear, one of my dinner dresses—"
"I mean under the dress."
Andromeda huffed, but she couldn't stop the widening of her eyes or the lurch of her stomach. Fleur smirked even harder. Andromeda rolled her eyes. "Oh, hush, you. Like I said, this is all your fault. If you hadn't gotten this bloody theory of yours in my head, I wouldn't have thought I saw Harry checking out my arse, nor almost ask me out on a date—"
"He what?" Fleur lowered her cup. "Merlin, I didn't realize he was already trying to get you into bed—"
"Since when does a date equal a bed?"
"Since you caught him staring at your arse." Fleur grinned. "Can't tell you how many times I've caught him undressing you with his eyes—"
"Fleur, please."
"Black lace."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Under the dress." Fleur grinned. "Make sure a sliver can be seen when you move in the dress."
"I didn't ask for tea so you could tell me how to seduce him."
"After dinner," Fleur continued, ignoring Andromeda with a raised brow, "when he offers dessert, say, of course. Then settle your mouth between his le—"
"Fleur!"
Fleur smiled. "Don't act like you don't want to."
Andromeda shook her head. "That's quite enough." And yet… she didn't disagree with Fleur's accusation. Thankfully, Fleur was willing to drop it.
"Fine. We'll change the subject."
"Thank Merlin."
x
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Andromeda watched in horror as her oven wheezed and rumbled, the fire dying away before it could really get lit once more. She knew she theoretically could just bake the thing with magic, but she really hadn't ever learned those kitchen spells properly, pureblood witch that she was. The last time she'd tried, she'd burned half the meal and she and Ted had to order pizza on one of those muggle ear callers.
Well, Harry has a working oven, she thought. Certainly he won't be upset if I'm an hour early. Andromeda was usually thirty minutes early as it was, since Teddy tended to pull her through the floo the second she was dressed, not being able to wait a moment longer to see his godfather.
"Harry?" she called, stepping into his sitting room. Evening light fled into all corners of the ground floor, and she sighed happily. 12 Grimmauld Place was absolutely dreadful during the war. She couldn't blame Sirius for despising his confinement. But Harry, with the help of Hermione, had transformed it into a cozy retreat, filled with soft furniture, extra windows, potted herbs growing here and there.
Andromeda popped the pan into Harry's oven, noticing a bottle of wine already in an ice bath. "Merlin," she murmured, fingering the glass. Harry'd selected a Domaine de la Lunette Chambertin Grand Cru, circa 1998. This must've cost two thousand galleons— at least. Knowing Harry wasn't one to know many details about wine, much less spend such an absurd amount on a single bottle, she wondered if this were a gift from some high-ranking government official.
She pulled her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at the copper watering can. "Aguamenti." Then she set about her weekly task of making certain Harry didn't succeed in killing all the herbs.
She froze when she heard a muffled grunt.
"Harry?" she called down the hallway.
Merlin, it was a huge house. You'd never know it from the outside, but every time she visited, she was struck by how many rooms there were. This, coming from a woman raised at Black Manor, she chuckled to herself.
She stopped when she saw Harry's room was open. "Har—"
Her mouth snapped shut. She took a step back, her knees decidedly weak.
Harry Potter was lying in bed. Without his shirt on.
He had a nice figure; well-sculpted from vigorous Auror assignments. Andromeda had noticed this years ago.
But it wasn't Harry's bare chest that had startled her.
It was his dick.
Long, thick. Hard. Exposed, currently being pulled and fondled by Harry's own right hand.
She thanked the gods his eyes were shut tight and that he hadn't heard her. She knew she ought to tiptoe away and pretend like she hadn't seen this. It was natural, yes, but also none of her business— hold on a second, did he just say—
"Meda," he groaned, his hand slicking pre-come over his length.
He did. He said Meda.
Now Andromeda turned and ran. She soundlessly opened and closed the bathroom door and turned to the sink, her chest heaving.
Christ on a cracker. Fleur was right.
x
"The lasagna's delicious," Harry said, running a napkin over his mouth. The same mouth Andromeda had caught herself leering at four times already. At least.
"Thank you." She adjusted the napkin in her lap and reached for her wine again. Harry grabbed the bottle to refill her glass— also for the fourth time that evening.
"You're not very hungry?" Harry said, gesturing to her plate.
"Oh, just a bit worried about Teddy," she said, forking another bite into her mouth.
Harry nodded, a half-smile on his face. "You know, they're all just fine. Molly, Arthur, Bill, Angelina and George are all there. I mean, sure, there'll be pranks and plenty of sugar, but—" he pushed his hand out and placed it on hers. "He'll be fine, Meda."
Andromeda stared at his hand on hers, large and warm and—
"Meda?"
She looked up, blinking. "Oh, sorry Harry. My mind was wandering." She chuckled, hoping it came off natural.
"Hey, it's okay. I know you're worried." He smiled, lifting his hand. "I was just asking if you liked the wine."
Right, the wine. It was exquisite. She told him so.
Harry grinned. "Thought you'd like it."
Andromeda swallowed. "Where'd you get it? The Chambertin?"
Harry shrugged. "I just— at the store. I had a great deal of help, picking that one out. But I knew you deserved something special tonight. I mean, I wanted you to really enjoy this, ah, da—"
"Excuse me, Harry," she said, standing. "Just off to the restroom. I'll be right back." He stood as well, something Harry rarely did. She idly wondered who had given Harry a lesson in pureblood manners.
In the restroom, she cursed herself for not having one of those ear-callers to just bloody talk to Fleur instantaneously. So, staring at the mirror, she tried to conjure what Fleur would say to her in this scenario.
"He's twenty-five."
He wants you, Imaginary Fleur responded.
"Do you realize how perky the breasts are of the women he normally beds?"
He wants you, Andromeda.
"Christ. I can't do this."
You want him.
"I know I do, but—"
The potion, Andromeda.
Right, the potion, the potion. Andromeda pulled the tiny bottle from her bra— yes, bloody black lace, thank you very much. She could almost feel Imaginary Fleur smirking at her.
Real Fleur had given Andromeda this at tea— a confidence potion. "Just a drop," she'd said. "Just in case." Then she'd winked before kissing Andromeda's cheeks and sending her off.
Andromeda threw back the potion. It really wasn't more than a drop or two, but she could feel its effects immediately.
She glanced at her reflection and smiled. Then she unbuttoned the top of her dress- just a button. But enough so that, when she reached for her wine at the table, a sliver of the black lace would show.
x
"I mean, we were just covered in the flobberworms. I think Ron had about a gallon inside his pants, alone."
Andromeda laughed into her wine glass along with Harry. Merlin, she loved his laugh.
"Thankfully Kingsley let us have a three-day weekend after that. We needed it, if nothing else, for the paperw—"
Harry stopped speaking abruptly, his eyes directly on Andromeda's chest as she placed the wine back on the table.
"Everything alright, Harry?"
"Oh, what? Yes. Yes. I was— ah—" He threw back the rest of his glass.
Andromeda smiled at the pink in his cheeks. "I think I'm ready for dessert."
"Are you?" Harry straightened. "Well, Meda, you know I'm not a baker. I just bought some pies from the—"
"Actually, Harry, I was thinking of a different sort of dessert." She stood and walked toward him, slowly.
Harry's brow was furrowed, but he stood and gestured to the window. "You don't like pies? We could always go out and—"
She placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back in his seat, firmly. "I was thinking something a bit more… salty."
Harry's brow furrowed further. "What, like those chocolate crisps Ron's always going on—" Harry's words were caught by a quick inhale as Andromeda's fingers reached the button of his trousers.
"I was thinking…" She slipped to her knees, settling herself between his. "Something… like…" She pulled his zipper down, slowly, marveling at the erection already attempting to jut its way out. "Is this alright, Harry?" she asked, glancing up.
Harry's eyes were wide and his breath, wild. He gulped.
Andromeda felt a wave of insecurity pass over her, but then she remembered his name upon her lips as he touched himself, and she gave him a glittering smile. "Would you like me to suck your cock, Harry?" she asked, hardly believing the words as she heard them, but knowing this was exactly what she wanted to say all the same.
His mouth dropped opened. "Is this really happening?" he asked, his voice soft.
"If you want it to." Andromeda placed a hand on his knee.
"I just— I just can't believe that you want it."
Andromeda's hand had been reaching for his crotch, but it froze mid-air. Why, she wondered, wouldn't he believe it?
Because you're old, she told herself. Because you're a bloody grandmother in black lace, for Merlin's sake, on your knees in front of a man nearly half your age, Andromeda, what are you thinking?
She stood, her hands shaking.
"Meda?" Harry grabbed her hand. "Is everything— are you—"
She pulled back. "I'm so sorry, Harry, I don't know what got into me. Of course you wouldn't—" She took a step back. "I don't know why I thought you would—" Another step, and this time Harry stood, his arms reaching for her, his eyes desperate. "I've had too much to drink," she concluded, and promptly flung into his floo, ignoring his calls behind her.
x
"I can't believe I just did that," she muttered. Clearly, Fleur's confidence potion hadn't worked. Or worse, it did work, but just enough for her to make a fool of herself. And run the fuck away.
She stared at her floo, wondering if it was too late to barge in on Fleur, demanding her to do something to clear this mess she'd made. The mess I've made, Andromeda clarified. Christ, did I really just—
"Meda?"
Andromeda gasped at the vision of Harry walking through her fireplace. Jesus, why on earth hadn't she locked the fl—
His mouth on hers. That was all she could process. His lips, warm and tasting like 2000-galleon wine, and before she knew it, she'd sucked his bottom lip in her teeth, and he groaned, his body pressing into her more deeply, his erection taut against her belly.
He broke the kiss first. "I want this," he said, gesturing to her body. "I want you, Meda." Then he dropped to his knees.
Andromeda felt her body slacken against the wall behind her as Harry's hands ran up her calves, as his mouth ran over the sensitive skin by her knee. By the time he'd reached her thighs, some sense had returned. Just a lick of it, really, the last of her insecurities that hadn't melted under Harry's ministrations.
"I'm too old for you," she said, so low she wasn't sure if he'd hear.
But his hands stopped moving and he looked up at her and shook his head. "No," he whispered, his voice stained. "You're not."
And with devastating certainty, Harry reached to her hips and pulled her black lace knickers all the way off.
"Are you sure?" Andromeda said as he grabbed her leg and placed it on his shoulder. "Are you sure?"
He lifted her dress, his eyes hooding immediately at the sight of her, bare, completely bare because she'd read that was what the young women were doing nowadays, and from the look on his face, she didn't need a verbal response.
He leaned in and flicked his tongue on her clit. She jumped, grabbing a hold of his hair, slick and black in her hands. He flicked his tongue again and when his eyes darted up, he gave her a half smile before pressing his face to her, opening and sliding his whole mouth, warm and wet, all over the warmth and wetness of her.
Andromeda'd forgotten what this was like, how fucking good it was, to be properly tongued, and before she could scold herself for going so long without, he slipped a finger in her and she moaned.
Harry groaned immediately, and so she moaned again, instantly rewarded with the vibrations of his voice on her cunt. He slipped another finger in and she jerked her hips down to get them in deeper, to get his tongue on her harder, right there, oh god, right there—
The orgasm came fast, heating the entirety of her lower body with exquisite waves of almost torturous pleasure. He licked her though it, and as sensitivity overcame her, she gently pushed his head back. "That's enough," she whispered, and she knew it was a lie as she said it.
He stood immediately, his cock straining the front of his trousers.
"How long?" she asked. She sounded half-strangled.
"How long what?" A smiled toyed on his face. "How long have I wanted you? Or loved you?"
A sharp intake of air was her only response.
"You didn't know?" he asked, frowning. "I thought— at dinner tonight, with the whole dessert thing—"
She grabbed his hips and flung him towards her. For the second time that evening, she unbuttoned his slacks.
His hands went to hers, stilling them. "Are you— you're sure?"
"For Christ's sake, Harry." She slid his cock out and he whimpered as she ran her palm down its length. "I'm unsure about just about everything in my life right now." She looked in his eyes. "But not this." She lifted her leg to wrap around him and he— mercifully— got the hint and lifted her, her back roughened against the wall. She tightened her legs so that he slipped inside her fast and hard, and his moan was loud in her ear as he dropped his head.
"You feel so good," he murmured, and he pulled his erection and dove back in, developing a moderate pace.
Andromeda watched the tension in his neck and jaw, at the strain of his eyebrows. "Why are you holding back?" she asked after a bit.
"I don't—" Harry paused, a blush creeping up his neck. "I don't want to… come... too soon."
Andromeda smiled. "We have all night, Harry. Don't we?"
His eyes widened and he grinned as he thrust harder. She gasped, her eyes rolling back and so he did it harder, and harder still, until she was certain he was going to fuck her through the wall, but Christ she didn't care because she was gonna—
She said his name as she came, her whole body pulsing around him, and he groaned as he convulsed spectacularly in return.
She felt herself sliding to the floor, and he went along with her, laughing into her shoulder.
"What's so funny?" she asked, smiling, half-dazed.
"I just can't believe I finally— we finally—"
Andromeda cut him off with a kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, grinning when she felt his length harden over her thigh. Ah, she thought. The treasures of youth.
When she broke the kiss, she looked into the emerald of his eyes. "I love you too, Harry."
His jaw dropped before he grinned once more. He climbed on top of her and pulled her dress down, nipping her breasts through the black lace. "I love you," he murmured over her nipple. "I love you," he said again after several licks.
She nudged him over and pulled his shirt off, proceeding to make use of their first of many nights.
Updated Lemon Tree queue:
1. Guest: Tom Riddle, Jr./Harry and/or Sirius/Harry
2. Me: Dramione (I'm indulging myself based on a prompt I feel I must finish)
3. SereneDreamm: Hermione/Tom Riddle and/or Hermione/Bill
4. Onyx Obsidian: Molly/Arthur
5. Fraulein Takoor: Hermione/Sirius
6. Guest: DM/HG/SS triad (also requested by another guest, Lady of the King and Fraulein Takoor! Thank you for your enthusiasm- I have raunchy writing plans with these three)
7. munzke11: Charlie/Hermione and/or Dramione
8. AwesomePhotographer: Charlie/Hermione and/or Harry/Ginny
9. Me: Pansy/Neville (I know, it's weird, but the muse is INSISTING and so I'm going with it.)
10. Guest: MF/HG/AP (Guest, would you clarify the AP portion of this one- do you mean Antioch Peverell?)
11. Fraulein Takoor: Dramione
12. PotterPrincess18: ALBUS/MINERVA! ALBUS/MINERVA! (ha, love it!)
Please let me know if I've missed anything.
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