Hermione tried not to look too unsophisticated as she gazed around the swanky restaurant that Henry had taken her to. Henry looked perfectly comfortable and not at all like a policeman in a casual black blazer over a white button-down shirt and slacks.

She fidgeted slightly in her own dark blue cocktail dress. She hadn't expected a place this nice when she had told Henry she didn't know London and he had offered to take her out to show her around.

"Harmony?"

Hermione was startled and realized she may have tuned out the name she gave him as her 'muggle' name. The name was apparently not close enough to her own name to get her attention as she had thought. She could feel her cheeks heat up a bit. "Sorry. I'm a little dazzled right now."

"If you don't like it we can leave." Henry reached for her hand on the table and gave her a comforting squeeze. "I want you to feel comfortable."

"I love it." Hermione flipped through the menu, deciding easily on trying out the lamb while Henry settled on the steak.

"So you're moving back to London after how long away?" Harry asked her after the orders were placed. After meeting Harmony in person, he was glad Neville had given him the push to try going out with a muggle. It was going to be an interesting experience getting to know someone without his family history hanging over him. And it didn't hurt that Harmony was absolutely beautiful. Her curly hair was swept up in some complicated knot near the top of her head with little tendrils curling around her cheeks and neck. One perfect curl that laid temptingly against the soft curve of her neck had been driving him to distraction, at least Harry didn't have to worry about her mistaking him for a vampire.

Her blue dress was dark but had a subtle glitter when she moved, like a sapphire. His animagus definitely approved of the random jewel they had found.

"Well, I've visited often, but my family moved to France when I was five, and my parents moved back three years ago, but now I'm following them so we can be closer."

"Family is important. It's good to be close to them."

Hermione shrugged. "They're all I have. I'm an only child and they had me a bit later than most, so I've always been really close to them."

Harry gave a small chuckle. "That's kind of the opposite of my parents — they graduated, married, and had me within a year of graduation. My sister followed a couple of years later."

"I always wondered what it must be like to have siblings, to have someone grow up with you and know everything."

"Terrible," Harry said seriously, then a grin broke out. "And kind of wonderful. I love my sister, but M–" He stumbled and cut himself off. "God, she's a handful sometimes."

Hermione grinned back at him. "Sounds fun. I was always around adults growing up. My parents were very focused on my education, so I just never really…" She trailed off and shrugged.

"But moving here is a chance to reset, right?" Harry interjected. "To maybe challenge yourself."

The green of his eyes was so captivating Hermione thought, nodding. "Yes, I want to try to change some things here. I was happy in France, but I don't want my life to just be about work."

"My family gets on me about that too, so maybe we could both learn that together."

Hermione had always been a little standoffish with people, uncomfortable and not really sure how to get close, but Henry reached for her easily as they conversed. His hand covered hers or he gave her a comforting squeeze when she confessed things she wouldn't if it had been anyone else. Hermione comforted herself with the thought that she would never see Henry again. Their table was small and intimate with a candle lit in the middle and when Henry shifted she could feel the brush of his legs against hers. Hermione resolutely tried to ignore the creeping feeling of regret at never seeing him again, this was only to prove to Crookshanks she wasn't a complete shut-in.

Henry was just a captivating man from the muggle world and she just wasn't part of that world really anymore. One day he was going to make someone really, really happy. But that wouldn't be her. The thought made her a little sad as she thought of it

As the server cleared away the plates, Hermione reached out impulsively for the first time covering his hand with hers, feeling awkward doing it but unable to resist. "I had such a lovely time. I wish it didn't have to end."

Henry cocked his head at her. "It doesn't have to end. We could go to a club…"

Hermione shook her head. She didn't know much about clubs, but she wasn't interested in being crushed by gyrating people or drowning in loud music, but Henry continued before she could tell him.

"Or if you're comfortable enough, we could go to my place for a nightcap?"

Hermione felt like her heartbeat picked up like a drum in her ears as she met his eyes. There was a warmth in his look that was impossible to miss. A nightcap. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Or was she clueless? And if so, was she really the type to sleep with someone she had just met? Even if Henry seemed absolutely perfect?

Hermione had gone out as a lark, something she would have never done in France. Go out on a Saturday night with someone she had never met before? Not Hermione Jean Granger. She was working — even on a Saturday night.

But this was her new start, wasn't it? She wasn't going to be the job. She was going to–"Yes!" Hermione said a bit too loudly, then fumbled trying to make herself seem more normal. "I mean—that sounds really nice. I'd love to."

Harry gave Harmony a slow smile, seeing her nervous expression. Harmony was fascinating, full of contradictions that he just couldn't let go of even though he knew it was bad form on a first date to escalate things.

When Harmony talked vaguely of her job, he could tell she probably had some type of nondisclosure agreement due to the way she phrased her explanations, but even with that inhibiting her, the fact that she was extremely intelligent was apparent. Her values and passions seemed to parallel his as they talked about wanting to make society safer when he told her—of course, also in vague terms about his work in law enforcement.

Maybe Neville had been right, and he just needed to let go of the idea of marrying a witch. Harry couldn't deny he was intrigued to see where things between him and Harmony might go even though he had intended this to be only a one-night adventure into muggle dating.

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The cab moved slowly through London; the buildings passing in a blur for Hermione because all she could focus on was the man next to her. Henry.

He was facing out the window, but his hand was tightly entwined with hers, his thumb making slow strokes along the curve of her palm. The radio was just white noise as she stared at Henry, who seemed to make everything around him seem muted. Henry was sharp lines and intriguing shadows capturing all her attention.

The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted up as if he was amused at something as he watched her, the light from the passing lamps making his eyes gleam briefly as they passed, like shining emeralds. There was an animalistic quality to him as he leaned forward slowly until his face completely filled her vision. "Do you want to change your mind?"

Hermione licked her lips and swallowed. Change her mind? He was mental. She wanted to jump on him in this cab. In the end, she couldn't speak, afraid of what she might say—reveal how truly desperate she felt for this one night with him, so she shook her head.

Harry inspected the smaller woman next to him in the tight confines of the cab. Her dark brown eyes were wide as they fixed on him, and her lips shone in the low light from where she licked them. He could see the pulse beating in her throat, the animagus inside him whispering that she was excited.

That was really, really good because honestly, he didn't know if he could bear not having her tonight. When they pulled up to the complex, Harmoney looked around a little confused and almost panicked.

"We're going to your place?" She asked as he helped her from the cab, his arm wrapped proprietarily around her.

Harry pointed up at the building before they entered the lobby. "Yeah, my flat's on the fourth floor." Harmony was looking around a little bewildered and her brown eyes met his for a moment.

She seemed to find some reassurance because she relaxed slightly as they stepped into the lift, and he let his hand slide lower to her hip as they moved to the back of the lift as another couple entered. Harmony behaved a little strange as the other couple entered the flat, her head turned away and slightly down, her hair moving forward to obscure her face.

Was she embarrassed?

When they got off on his floor, Harry knew he would have to play it off and act as if he needed to clean his flat really quickly. He was lucky that he didn't have too many easily identifiable magical objects about, a lot of this work was kept in the second bedroom of his flat that he converted into a makeshift office slash library. He just had to spell his magical pictures still, and he'd be set.

As they approached, his door, she seemed to be getting increasingly nervous. So he stopped before opening his door, leaning down slightly so he could catch her dark brown eyes. "Hey."

She met his eyes and her tongue darted out to lick her pink lips, a little crinkle of concentration on her forehead as if she was thinking of something complicated. Mayday, mayday. He was losing her. "Harmony." He waited for a second, then repeated her name again before she focused on him. "You know I don't — we don't —" He stopped a little awkwardly.

Usually, by this point in any date he and his partner were on the same page. He was Harry James Potter, his reputation, his family, his profession—everything assured the witch he was with that no matter what, she was safe with him. That wasn't the case with a muggle woman, and Harry knew he needed to say something.

Harry picked up his hand and cupped her softly rounded cheek. Her curly hair and soft curves were so… bloody…. distracting. He gave himself a mental shake and started to try to reassure her again. "You're safe with me Harmony—I know you just met me tonight, but you can trust me, I promise." He looked toward his closed door briefly. "I need to clean up some things first–" He smiled charmingly at her. "— so you don't think I'm a complete loss at housekeeping. And if you just want to come in and wait for a cab or talk about our weirdest dreams—I'm just happy to continue spending time with you because you're the most interesting person I've met in a long time."

Hermione stared into Henry's brilliant green eyes and swallowed hard. Merlin. This man. She nodded and he slipped into his room, leaving her in the corridor alone. Hermione looked up and thought that she probably lived right on top of him! What was the probability of them living in the same complex? It had to be astronomical!

She could just disguise herself for the rest of her life while she lived here, right? If he didn't work out? How awkward could it be?

When she had selected a half-muggle, half-magical complex, she thought it was the perfect compromise so her parents could visit regularly, as the building wasn't hidden from muggles or charmed to repel them.

She should have cried off as soon as the cab stopped and she realized they were in the same complex, but there was something about Henry that made that impossible. She had never felt the way she felt around him around any other man.

Desirable, admired, safe. As if she could be as goofy and smart as she wanted and he would smile at her and try to back her into a convenient corner and snog her senseless. As she was thinking that, his door opened wide and she almost jumped. Henry took a step back and gestured her in, that little hint of amusement still on his face as if he could read her mind. Merlin, at least that was something she never had to worry about with a muggle.

Hermione braced her shoulders as she walked in, committing to her course of action. She was a smart woman. She could have sex if she wanted to. No one had the right to judge her choices! She wasn't some witch still stuck in medieval ideals like some of the magical purebloods.

She could feel her heartbeat pick up as Henry turned and looked at her. The set of his shoulders relaxed. He tensed slightly as she stepped closer to him. His eyes darkened as he seemed to breathe deeply. Did she smell as good to him as he did to her?

Hermione took another step closer, and he took half a step back. "Harmony—"

It irritated her suddenly to have him calling her by the fake muggle name she had given him. She braced her hands on his chest and leaned up to kiss him, cutting him off. He seemed shocked for only a moment before his hands came up and threaded through her hair keeping her in place as he deepened the kiss. He moaned into her mouth as his tongue stroked along hers.

His hands dropped to her waist and he spun her so she was against the entry table, before he broke the kiss. "Are you sure—I don't— we don't—"

"I want you, please." She paused looking at him, the amusement was gone from his face now though, and the angles seemed harder, darker as he stared down at her. Hermione finished a little bit softer. "If you want me to, that is."

A sound escaped from him, almost a hissing noise, and his hands dropped to grab her waist, one hand blindly clearing off the entry table behind her before he lifted her so she was seated on it, pressed back against the wall by his hard body.

"I want you so much, I think a feel a little crazy." He whispered against her. Henry's hands slid up her thighs pushing her skirt higher. The fabric of his slacks caressed the insides of her thighs as he moved between her legs. His eyes were hot on hers as his hands reached between her legs to her panties, moving them to the side and sliding along her pussy, not entering, just stroking her.

Hermione couldn't hold back a little whimper as his fingers stroked her. "Henry."

He seemed to jerk back when she said it, looking at her, his hands moving so they were tight on her thighs. He leaned closer against her, his hand coming up to cup her chin, his thumb on her lower lip, opening her mouth for him. "I go by my nickname mostly —Harry." He paused. "Say it."

A part of Hermione's brain seemed to latch on to that staring into his dark eyes. Something about that. The green of his eyes. "Harry." She whispered.

"Good girl." He practically purred at her. His hands slipped down again and she helped him take off her panties by lifting her butt slightly.

Harry kissed along her jaw, feeling her shiver under him. Her skin was so soft. He knew he was being a little crazy, but he wanted her to say his name. Screw the fake muggle name. Harmony was going to come screaming his name. After tossing her panties to the side he moved his hand back between her legs, one hand holding her knee braced open.

Harry slid two fingers gently inside her, loving the tight hot clasp of her pussy. Merlin. She was going to be so fucking tight around his cock. Perfect, perfect. Harry just needed her to be wet enough to take him. He slid his fingers out of her, licking his lips as he started to move lower on her.

"Harry. What—wait!" Hermione panicked a little as he moved lower down and she realized he intended to eat her out. Harry looked up at her, devilry gleaming in his eyes as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"Please?" He asked politely, not moving, his eyes locked on hers.

She was going to die, that was all, but at least she would enjoy herself first, right? "Yes," Hermione said huskily, nodding her head to make sure he understood.

"Yes…" He drawled out with that hint of teasing again.

Her hands gripped the edge of the entry table hard. "Yes, Harry."

Fuck, yes. Her pussy had smaller tight curls, and he parted her with his fingers before moving close to lick her. She jerked and gave a short scream, her hands grasping his hair.

Harry smirked, reaching up to grasp her hands so she wouldn't pull out his hair, holding her wrists with one hand while using the other to let him eat her out properly. His tongue circled her clit before moving lower, dipping into her wet pussy to taste her.

He fucked her with his tongue while she moaned above him, trying to grind into his face as his tongue slid inside her tight pussy, rubbing along her sensitive walls. Harry wanted her to come on his tongue first, so she would be relaxed when he fucked her and he could take his time.

"Please, please, please." Hermione twisted in his tight hold as his tongue moved inside of her. Bloody hell she had never —. Her body trembled and twitched as she tried to get closer to his face, to grind on him, but he kept her pinned there against the wall spread for him. The way he moved his tongue was unimaginable.

She let out a short scream when he moved higher again, the firm pressure of his hot tongue against her clit. The pressure built as she squirmed against him begging. "I'm going to come! Harry! I'm going to come!"

"Come for me then," Harry growled against her, the vibration of her his voice against her pussy sending her over the edge.

She spasmed, and he surged up, his hand ripping at his pants. Oh, Merlin, they were still mostly dressed! Even with the spasms of her orgasm rushing through her, she couldn't help the gasp when she saw him.

"Oh," she said breathlessly. "I don't think that's going to fit."

He gave a small chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her, and she tasted herself on him. "Trust me. Yes?" Harry asked as he put the blunt head of his cock at her pussy.

Hermione nodded, unable to look away from where his large cock was pressing against her, the tip barely parting the lips of her pussy. Harry's hand came up tangling in her hair, pulling her head up to look at him, and the head of his cock sank just a bit deeper. So hot. Her mouth was open with a gasp as she met his eyes.

"Yes?" He whispered against her, his hips rocking slightly back and forth, spreading her on the tip of his cock.

"Y-yes."

"Good girl." He thrust forward slowly, his hard cock splitting her open.

Hermione braced her hands on his hips as if to slow him down and his hands dropped to hers, giving them a brief caress before one hand moved between her legs, putting pressure on her clit while he slowly pushed his thick cock inside her.

Harry got halfway in and then withdrew slightly, before pushing in again, feeling her wet pussy clamped tight around him. She seemed to tighten around him trying to keep him inside her, he could feel her clit pulsing against the pressure of his thumb. Little high-pitched noises escaped her as he sank deeper.

"Shhh, shh, open for me." The words hoarse against her neck, and her arms were wrapped tight around him keeping him close as his hips still moved too slow against her.

She started whispering his name as he fucked her, and Harry thought he was going to lose his mind right then and there. He felt so hot wrapped in her, her soft skin rubbing against him pleasurably. It was just more intense than he had felt with anyone else. It was hard to keep control of himself, making sure he didn't thrust too hard. Making sure he didn't clutch her as desperately hard as he wanted to.

Harry was practically vibrating against her with the control he kept over himself as he fucked her so so slowly. Hermione twisted against him tugging on him. She had needed it –at first– to get used to his size. But now, she wanted more. Hermione wanted to feel Harry letting go of that leash he was keeping on himself.

Her hands twined around his neck, pulling him close, her hips canting against him, trying to give him better access to thrust against her. "More, Harry," Hermione demanded.

"More?" He asked.

"More."

"As the lady wishes." He mumbled, his hands going to her knees, and his hips started to snap against her. The slap of their skin was loud, and both of them breathing hard.

Hermione grunted as he bottomed out in each thrust, unable to stop her nails from digging into his shoulders.

"Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?" His thumb rubbed her clit as his cock pushed deep inside her with every movement of his hips.

"Yes!"

"Oh, M–" Hermione cut herself by biting Harry's shoulder as she came again, and he gave a hard grunt as he buried himself inside her, his hot come filling her up.

"Oh fuck." Harry said a little panicked pulling back, some of his come hitting her thighs. Fucking hell what had he been thinking? She had kissed him and he hadn't thought! Fuck.

"What?" Hermione asked a little dazed.

"We didn't even discuss contraceptives. I'm so sorry I just — I think I lost my mind." Harry looked at her a little shocked by his own actions and the fact that he hadn't even lost his fucking erection. His cock bounced between them, still wanting more of her. Merlin. He still wanted more of her, fuck.

"Oh. Oh! I mean. I'm okay, I'm on um I'm on the pill and I—I'm clean." If her face hadn't already been cherry red from the sex Hermione was sure she would be glowing, she felt so embarrassed. Shoot. How could she be so irresponsible?

Harry reached out, his hand sliding along her damp thigh. Sweat and come made her skin gleam so prettily. "I think I dirtied you up just a bit." He said, meeting her eyes. "Let me clean you up?"

It was hard to breathe with him looking at her like that, even though she honestly felt a little exhausted. "Clean me up?"

Harry's mouth did that tilt up again. "Let's take a shower."

Mmm. Could she stand in the shower? Hermione chewed on her lip as she stared at him.

Harry leaned forward, giving her a kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Say yes."

Hermione couldn't help her own lips tilting up slightly. "Yes, Harry."