A/N: I don't on Harry Potter or Twilight.
Chapter Seven:
"The Grand Floridian, Harry? I've always loved the look of this place." Hermione gushes as she jumps in place in their suite. It was on the Club level in the main building. Harry had reserved a deluxe King sized suite. It boasted evening turn-down service, key access to the club-level lounge that served refreshments from 7am-10pm. They had their own balcony and the people who turned down their bed also folded their new towels into various Disney characters each night. Throughout the suite were Disney accents. They spend the day lounging around the suite, trying to wear down their jet lag.
He turns to Hermione, knowing what it does to her when he shows how smart he actually is. "Did you know this place was based on the Hotel de Coronado in California?" Harry asks. She looks up at him with glazed eyes. "Do you know how sexy it is to me when you know something that I don't?" Harry smirks as he leans in for a kiss.
"I know baby. Come on we have reservations at Narcoosssee's." Harry pushes her towards the bathroom for a shower, he follows her of course. Hermione's clothes are stripped off of her body as her husband covers each revealed bit of skin with a flurry of kisses. He starts at her feet, sliding off her stockings, unzips the dress, pulling it off her shoulders and down. He folds it and sets it aside, knowing that she borrowed it from Pansy. Harry's breath catches when he turns back to his wife. He quickly steps back to her, pulling her back against his chest. "Damn, you are the most beautiful woman; I have ever had the privilege of meeting. I love you, Baby." He rasps into her ear before sucking on the lobe.
Hermione is no slouch either, she abruptly turns and unbuttons Harry's vivid green dress shirt. It gets pushed off his shoulders. Her hands quickly unbuckle his belt and slip the button through the hole, and lets the zip down. Harry's pants need only a slight push to drop to the floor. He kicks them off with a small chuckle.
Their underthings melt off and Hermione pulls the dark haired man under the spray. "What time is the reservation for, Love?" She asks.
"Nine." He moans out as she pushes her nails across his scalp as she washes his hair. Hermione laughs at the whimper that he emits when she stops scrubbing. He rinses his hair as he starts to wash hers. Hermione busies herself with washing his torso. After rinsing the suds away, she kneels down to start at his feet and work upward. Once done with his thighs, she follows the clean skin with her tongue.
Harry leans back against the shower wall; there wasn't anything else he could do when 'Mi's hot little mouth settles around his cock, letting out a groan when he feels the back of her throat. "That feels amazing, baby. Please don't stop."
She looks up as she applies more suction. The action makes Harry see stars. He shoots down her throat and slumps down, gasping. "I love you so much." He whispers to her as he pants.
Once his strength is back, Harry growls and pushes her against the wall, kissing her for all he's worth. He pulls back and says "Your turn" in a cheerful voice as he trails open mouth kisses down her throat, and across her collarbones. He skips over her breasts saying "I'll revisit these later tonight."
Harry dips his tongue into her bellybutton, flicking lightly at the edges, teasing her. He nuzzles her lower stomach and picks up her left leg to get better access to his second favorite part of his lovely wife, first being her mind. Harry noses her bare cleft. "Watch me." He growls to her.
Hermione opens her eyes and sees his tongue snake out to flick against her. Harry's parseltounge abilities come in handy while pleasing his woman. He reverently bathes her most sacred place, lapping, sucking, and soothing the tender flesh. He draws the sensitive nub of nerves in between his lips, where he lightly holds it in his teeth, lashing at it and drawing tiny circles against it. While above, his wife is thrashing in pleasure, gripping his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.
The coil of pressure building inside her due to his actions explodes causing Hermione to cry out, "Harry!" as loud as possible. He holds her hips still as he laps up as much of her cream as he can, while moaning at the taste. "You are better than the finest wine, my dear." He tells her as he gently kisses up her body.
They towel each other off and get dressed to make their table. Hermione chooses a short-sleeved button down shirt dress in emerald green. It has a wide black belt and falls to her knees. She pairs it with shiny leather ballet flats and a chunky black necklace. Harry ends up matching her with another emerald dress shirt, black trousers and a jacket. He tries to tame his hair while Hermione flips hers into a twist. "I really pity our children. Both of us have unruly hair, they don't stand a chance." Hermione mutters.
"Oi!" Harry mocks being fatally wounded. "At least I know who's to blame with mine. It must be my brother's hair, because your mother's is as rule straight as your uncle's. That is still strange, calling him your uncle."
"It's weird for you! Try being me!" She retorts. This makes Harry laugh. "Alright, I'll give you that. Are you ready to go, Love?" She nods and threads her arm through his offered elbow. Harry locks their door and they walk to the concierge area to wait for the elevator. Harry guides her to the back of the metal box, nodding to the others there. Everyone gets off at the lobby and Harry steers her to the restaurant.
The hostess gives an appreciative glace at Harry, while ignoring Hermione completely. "Table for one?" she asks. Before his wife can build up enough ire to open her mouth, Harry speaks up. "No, reservations for two under Mr. and Mrs. Potter." he growls. The woman's eyes widen. "So where are your parents then?"
Hermione has had enough. "My in laws are in Wales. Why would they come on our honeymoon?" she asks the rude woman.
Realizing that she had pissed the young woman off, the hostess nods and says "This way, please follow me." She seats them at their reserved table. Harry holds out his wife's chair and pushes it in. "Try to let it go. Let's have a good time. This place is supposed to be good." He whispers in her ear before nipping at it. Hermione nods and he sits in his seat.
They are looking over the menu when their waitress comes to take their orders, she is appalled to find out that the hostess again has not only failed to do her job, but has again hit on another customer. "My apologies, I will tell our manager and get you whatever you want for drinks." To make her trip worth it, Harry and Hermione order both their drinks and appetizer. She comes back quickly with their lemon waters and news that the hostess is now in the bosses' office. "Your jumbo lump crab cakes with grilled corn salad will be out very soon. Would you like me to put your order in?" She smiles at them. 'They are such a cute couple.' The waitress thinks as Harry asks Hermione if she is ready and then motions for her to go first when she nods.
"I'll have the Caesar salad and the house made lobster and shrimp fettuccine. Thank you." Hermione folds her menu and hands it to the waitress. The girl smiles at her and then turns to Harry for his order. "And you sir?"
"I'll take the strawberry citrus salad and the 12oz. black Angus New York strip steak. Thank you." He hands his menu over and takes Hermione's hand. "It's been seven months and I still can't believe that I am so lucky to have you as my wife." He kisses her knuckles and threads their fingers together.
"I can't either, Harry. These last few months have been the best of my life." Harry can see the tears glistening in her eyes.
Their appetizer comes and both are amazed at the taste. "If our entrees are this good, we'll have to come back here." Hermione moans. Harry's eyes flash and darken. "You know if you keep that moaning up, I'll have to give you a real reason to do so." He growls deeply.
He's been doing so a lot lately. The siren blood is making itself known. Hermione has been warned that it would be showing up soon by Enyo. It is one of the reasons that they are going to accelerate their studies. That way it would only be one year with him hovering around her, that and if she was not in the room, the siren song will start calling out for her. It will call to her, but also lure any other female around.
His allure is already increasing if the hostess is any proof. Enyo said that it should even out after a year and if they get pregnant, that would help immensely.
Like a Veela, the siren needs to mark their mate. Then they start to calm down, but it might a little hairy for a few months.
"I wouldn't expect any different. How are you feeling my love? I only ask because I have noticed that you have been more affectionate as of late. I am not complaining, you are very affectionate anyway but lately you've been more so. You've been growling more too. Lastly, your allure has been increasing." Hermione takes a sip of her water before continuing. "I think your Siren is coming into its own. You need to mark me soon huh?"
"Yes, It's become harder to hold off doing so. You are so beautiful and so smart. I would love to mark you, but I talked to my mum about it. The female always ends up with child. I know we are married, mated and all, but you want to have a career and I want you to have one also."
Hermione looks into his eyes and nods when she sees that he is sincere. "Harry, I would not risk our relationship just for my career. I plan to be a working mother. Between us, we can afford for me to decide what I want to do. Either way, I will need to study for at least a year for what I'm interested in."
"What's that? I ask because you seem to excel at everything you do. You could do anything and I would be behind you completely. I wanted to be an auror, but now it would be great to do something quiet. I could become a healer or open a bookstore. I've had enough of the limelight. I know being who I am, I'll always be in it in some respect, but I don't want to feed the beast that is "The Boy Who Lived"." He looks up at the one person that always understood him.
Before Hermione can respond, their waitress comes back with their entrees and salads. Harry's salad has strawberries, citrus chunks and homemade ricotta on a bed of red watercress. It is dressed with strawberry vinaigrette and topped with a walnut and oat crumble. His steak came with roasted potatoes, grilled baby onions, apple wood smoked bacon bits, and Brussels sprout petals with salsa Verde.
Hermione's salad was a simple Caesar salad. Her lobster and shrimp fettuccine had spinach and baby tomatoes in a lemon chardonnay garlic cream. They both shared bites of their meals with the other.
"That pasta is great 'Mi." Harry tells her as he finishes the bite that she gave him. They are finishing up when the waitress comes back for their dishes.
"Can I get you any desserts? Coffee?" She asks as she loads the dishes into her arms.
Harry looks to Hermione. She shrugs and accepts the dessert menu. They take turns perusing the strip of card stock. Once he sees that his bride is ready he turns to the waitress and waits for Hermione to order her coconut chocolate creme brulee. "I'll have the warm pecan tart with chocolate cream, chocolate sauce and red currants, and could you package them up to go. I will need the check also please."
Hermione's eyes are glittering when he turns back to her. "As I was saying, I just want to live a quiet life with my wife and any children we might have and our family." Harry finishes his thought. "Heck, I don't think I would mind being a house husband. If I went with the book store, I would have more time for you and the kids." Hermione smiles at him. "You do know that you could work for your parent's right? You have Reaper genes. You could help your Mum. I would say the same for Ares, but what your father does is very much the same as what we just got out of."
Harry nods and stands as the waitress brings their desserts and the bill. He opens the folder. It wasn't as much as he was expecting, so he writes down a generous tip and places his card in the folder. "We'll meet you at the front to sign." Harry tells the waitress, and then helps his wife up.
"We still have time to think about that. Come on Love." He holds out his arm to her. At the hostess desk, they encounter the same rude woman. Harry signs the bill and takes his card back when the woman hands him the receipt.
The hostess, still trying to get him to notice her, lets loose on them. "Using Mummy and Daddy's card for a vacation?" Hermione rolls her eyes at her husband. "No Ma'am, it's my card. The room was reserved in my name also by me." He answers coolly.
The woman wasn't giving in. "That bill was quite expensive. How can you afford it?" She pries. Harry's emerald eyes start to spark.
"It wasn't as expensive as I thought it would be. Not that it is any of your business; I am the heir of two lords in Britain. My wife is the heir of two also. So I am sorry, but as much as you want to replace my love here, I would not give her up for anyone on this planet. Least of all someone that would continuously come on to a married man out with his wife. It is downright classless."
He notices the manager behind her as he spoke. The man raises a brow at her back. "Catherine, you are fired. The future Lord Potter doesn't need that type of service. By doing so, you violated your contract with Disney. We are a family oriented company; there is no room for what you are trying to pull. You have ten minutes to gather your things and leave. Young Lord Potter and his wife are the most important people in the whole park right now." He turns to Harry and Hermione. "Sir, Madam, I am deeply sorry for her behavior. Please don't let it affect your stay here at Disney. Here are two complementary tokens for meals at any Grand Floridian restaurant for the rest of your stay. That includes the Beach Pool Bar." Hermione thanks him and they go back to their room.
Harry places the desserts in the mini fridge and starts the stereo. He pulls Hermione close and leads her in a slow dance around the sitting room. This is just to make her smile again.
When the song ends, he shuts down the stereo and takes her by the hand into their bedroom
Hermione turns and nuzzles against his throat. This make him groan. "Honey, you are making this very difficult for me to restrain myself." He moans again into her vanilla and lavender scented hair.
Hermione's honey eyes look up at him. "Then why don't you stop trying and make me cry your name for a few hours." She whispers hotly.
"Come here and we'll see if you can see more fireworks than Disney can light off." Harry's voice has taken on a deep, rich, seductive tone that makes Hermione shiver with lust. She walks into his arms and starts to unbutton his shirt. She moves to his cuffs and pushes both shirt and jacket off as one unit. Harry's eyes are blazing green by now. His hands dance down her dress. He unfastens her belt and strips the green fabric from her body.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say your Slytherin side is showing, my love." He says as he spies the black and green bra and panties. "No, just a tribute to two of my amazing husband's features." She replies in a groan as he works down her throat with open mouth kisses.
"Either way, I'll buy you more." Harry tears both scraps of cloth from her. "Oh, this is so much better." Harry scoops her off her feet and lays her on the bed. He strips off his pants, boxers and socks and climbs onto the bed. Pulling his wife into his arms, Harry moans as their bodies align. He kisses along her hairline, across her closed eyelids, licks the shell of her left ear. "Damn, I can't get enough of you. you are so perfect for me, 'Mi." He moans as she grazes her hand down his back. She raises her lips to his and takes control of the kiss.
Harry pulls away for air and licks the seam of her lips making her open to him. She doesn't let him dominate for a while, putting up a good fight but when he moves his hands from her head to her breasts, she gives in. His large hands and calloused fingers feel great as he firmly massages her. "Harry!" She groans, to which he grins.
"Yes, my love? What can I do for you? Just tell me what you want." Harry teases as he licks her neck. "It's getting more difficult 'Mi." He whimpers.
Hermione takes a hold of his head. "Harry James Potter- Mars, do what you need to. If we do end up expecting then we'll deal with it together. We are a great team remember." She looks into his eyes, showing him that she meant it.
Harry groans deeply. "Hermione, I swear you will never have to do it alone. We are both capable of housework and if you teach me, we will take care of the children together." He skips down to the apex of her legs. "Oh baby, I love doing this." He nuzzles at her. His tongue dips between her lips and he softly licks her. Unlike their time in the shower, Harry has all night to draw her out.
After blanking out from her fourth orgasm, Hermione opens her eyes to see her husband gazing down at her. "My god!" She gasps out. Harry smirks at her. "Yes, I am."
"There is more where that came from, Love." Harry grins, lightly touching her to test her readiness. He groans when he finds her soaked and very sensitive. Hermione jerks involuntary. "Are you ready?" he asks. She nods, not being able to vocalize at the moment.
Harry thrusts in moaning as he does. That is right where he should be. He lifts Hermione's leg and sinks deeper. "Yes! Harry!" she screams as he starts pumping into her. He rides out her orgasm and bites out. "We need to keep going, love. I can feel something lurking down below, it's rising." Harry keeps thrusting, making her moan as she starts to convulse around him again. When she goes over her peak, Harry gets soaked. "Do it, Harry." She calls to him as her body locks up on him again.
His eyes pop open and glow. "Here it comes." He mutters to himself. A tidal wave of sensation bowls him over as he latches onto her neck with his teeth. He rears back and unloads time after time into her passage until she is overflowing.
Harry sags on his arms. He looks up at her with sheepish eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but we needed to get to that point." He apologizes, as he smooths his hands down her sides. She grabs them.
"Harry, that was amazing. You didn't hurt me at all." Her eyes proved that she was truthful.
"Well my love, now that we've bonded in this way. I can tell we will be parents soon." He gazes at her belly, gently placing a hand on their child. When he looks up again, Hermione can see the love and happiness shining deep in his eyes.
"Thank you. It has always been my dream to have my own family. I love you so much, Hermione Jane Potter-Mars." He is still toying with his name.
"I love you too, Love. We are a team, Harry. Let's get up. I want my creme brulee. Your tart looks good too. How about I put on some coffee and we'll watch some good old American TV." They settle down with their snacks, watching Cheaters.
Harry was gasping at each reveal, making Hermione laugh. "How could a person do that to another?" he cries to her. "They think only of themselves. Think of Ginny, Molly and Astoria." Harry flinches and nods.
The next day, Harry wakes his wife early. "Come on, 'Mi. If we get some breakfast now we can be there when they open the parks." Hermione turns back to look at the clock. "Harry, love it is only 5am. None of the restaurants are open; the park opens at 9 am. What will we do until then?"
Harry lifts her out of the bed and carries her into the bathroom. "I have a few ideas, but for now, let's curl up in a nice bath." He whispers to her as he adjusts his grip on her to start the bath. When it's done, he steps into the tub, with her still in his arms. After lounging around for a bit, they get dressed and pack up for touring the Magic Kingdom today.
Harry orders two decaf coffees and two apple juices to go with their breakfast and turns to a surprised Hermione. "What, even I know too much caffeine is bad for pregnant women. If you have to switch, then I will too. I am not going to tempt you with high test."
When she tries to offer him some of her Belgian waffle with whipped cream and raspberries, he tells her no. "We both know that you only have a few weeks until you'll feel like tossing up your pumpkin juice just walking by the Great Hall. You eat up baby." He smiles across the table at her.
"Are you ready my bride?" Harry asks a while later, extending his hand to her after waiting for her to finish her juice. He is excited to get on the rides, look around the show cases, and of course see the characters that make Disney so well known.
Hermione nods and they walk out to the lobby again. She snaps a few photos. She makes Harry stand in front of the large aviary and some of the topiaries that line the lobby.
