"So, have you thought of a safe word?" Hermione asked as she plopped down in a chair next to Harry at her kitchen table.

"What?" Harry asked almost choking on his tea.

"Your safe word. We talked about it last night," she said as she grabbed a piece of toast.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I thought 'dementor' would work," he responded.

The witch grimaced. "That would definitely put a stop to things. I want to use the traffic light system too. Green means go, everything's good, yellow means slow down or that you're reaching your limit and red means stop, the scene is over. That way you can also get positive feedback if you aren't sure about my liking something," she said.

"Sounds good to me," the wizard responded. "Are you nervous about today?"

"A little, but with Ron and Ginny already knowing about us, telling the rest of the family will hopefully be easier," she said.

Harry took her hand and squeezed it affectionately. "I'm sure it will be fine," he smiled.

Hermione leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "You're the best. You know that, right?" she said.

Harry laughed. "I could say the same about you."

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

Harry and Hermione apparated to the Burrow at noon and followed the path to the house. "So, should we do it right away or wait until dinner is over," Harry asked.

"At the beginning of dinner," Hermione replied. "Otherwise, I'll be too nervous to eat a thing, and you know Molly would notice." They shared a smile at the woman's mothering nature.

Harry took a deep breath, "So, before it is."

They hadn't even made it through the door before Molly was on them. "Oh, Harry, Hermione, you've come," she exclaimed hugging each in turn. "Hermione, dear, I've missed you. They work you too hard at the Ministry, keeping you busy on weekends. What nonsense."

Hermione smiled at the older woman. "I love my work, so I don't mind putting in the effort," she explained.

"Of course, of course, dear," the witch said absently as she flicked her wand and trays laden with food arranged themselves on the table. She then called everyone in for dinner.

As the Weasleys filed in and found their seats, Hermione caught sight of Luna. "Luna!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be here," she said as the two women embraced.

"Ginny said I should come today," the blond responded. "Neville is here too. He's outside somewhere. Mr. Weasley wanted to show him something."

Sure enough, Neville and Arthur appeared in the doorway. Neville smiled and gave them a wave as he was herded to the other side to the table. Ron and Ginny finally appeared as well and quickly took their seats before Molly could scold them for dawdling. They were all about to tuck in when Harry cleared his throat. "Do you mind if I say something real quick?" he asked.

Arthur smiled at him from the head of the table. "Of course, Harry what is it?"

Harry stood and Hermione rose with him holding his hand. "Um….well, we just wanted to tell everyone that we're dating. Like officially," he said as he brought up their clasped hands.

There was a moment of silence before the table erupted with cheers, congratulations and a couple of groans from those who lost the pool. After that, dinner was a pleasant affair. They ate, engaged in chit chat and answered questions about their relationship. The pair was almost dizzy with the amount of love and acceptance that was directed towards them.

Afterwards, Molly came up to congratulate them in person. She was interrupted when George intercepted her and begrudgingly handed over a bag of coins. Hermione laughed, "So, you won the pool?"

"Of course, I did," she responded. "I know my children. I knew you two just needed a little time to sort things out," she said. Seeing their reaction at being recognized as her children she brought up her hands to cupped a cheek on each of them. "I would never turn my back on any of my children because of who they loved. I am so very happy for you both," she said and planted a kiss on each of their foreheads. "Now, go on, talk to your friends," she commanded as she shooed them away.

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

Harry and Hermione were exhausted when they made it to Harry's flat later that afternoon. "So, sweats and channel surfing?" Harry suggested after they emerged from the flu.

"Sounds amazing," Hermione replied as she removed her shoes. "I'd rather not think too hard for a while."

Harry laughed. "Same. That went well, but I don't think I could answer any more questions, especially the one Luna asked," he said with a blush.

"Uh, yeah…that was a bit of a….well, not an appropriate conversation when surrounded by family," she agreed. "I love her to death, but sometimes her timing is just all wrong," she giggled at Harry's embarrassment. "Mind if I steal some of your clothes?" she asked.

"You say that like my answer matters," the wizard responded.

"You're right," Hermione said with a cheeky grin. She kissed Harry on the cheek before dashing up the stairs laughing.

*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*H*

Within half an hour the two had changed into sweats and t-shirts and lay cuddled on the couch together watching random snippets of shows. Hermione was starting to doze off in Harry's arms when she felt a distinct hardness press into her backside. Harry started to gently rub her leg, moving higher with every pass. Eventually he reached the top of her thigh and then slowly undid the tie that was keeping her oversized pants in place. "Harry?" Hermione started.

"Shhh, I'm trying to watch the show," he said as his hand dipped into her pants. He stroked her over her knickers. He snaked his other arm behind the witch's neck and down her oversized shirt to palm her breast. Hermione relaxed in his embrace letting him play with her body. It didn't take long for her knickers to get wet.

Harry kissed the back of her neck and guided her to move a knee up to rest upon his own. This opened the witch further to his busy hands. He reached into her knickers, sliding a finger over her pussy lips. He brought his now slick digit up to gently rub her clit, eliciting a deep moan from his witch. Harry lazily stroked her as he continued to knead her breast & occasionally tweaking the nipple. He brought his arm around her further, holding her to him as his hand journeyed to her other breast to give it some much needed attention.

Hermione moaned, loving the feel of being caged in his arms. He surrounded her and suddenly entered her with two fingers, causing her to gasp. He started another lazy rhythm. She tried to rock into his hand, but he reacted by lifting his knee higher and with it her leg, opening her further and inhibiting her movement. She was at his mercy, but it was such sweet torture. She relaxed again, practically melting into Harry, giving herself over to his desires. She allowed him to grope, strum and tweak her until she could do no more than pant and moan.

Harry reveled in his control as he played with her supple body. He took his time, enjoying every gasp and mewl he drew from her. He learned how she liked her clit teased and her pussy filled as he worked a third finger into her slick passage. His cock was painfully rigid as he slowly thrust his fingers. He worked her up over and over, gently bringing her to the edge and gently letting it subside. His hand was soon soaked as were the front of his pants due to his weeping cock.

When he couldn't take the wait any longer, he removed his fingers and allowed her legs to close. Harry pealed the witch's pants & knickers down past her rump then fished out his cock. He ran the head over her slit and slowly sunk into her from behind. The whine that Hermione let out was breathtaking in its desperate need and relief. She was tight, so, so tight in this position.

He allowed his wet hand to drift up to Hermione's mouth. She eagerly opened for him and hungerly cleaned every finger with her tongue. When done he crossed his arms over her chest, grabbing her breasts and using them for leverage as he thrust within her. "Oh, god, Harry," the witch whispered. She felt him everywhere, surrounding her and now, finally his cock was inside of her. He filled her so well. She tried to tell him but the words wouldn't come out.

"Shh, love. I've got you," he cooed in her ear. She nodded. Yes, he had her. He'd take care of her. He knew what she needed. Harry's thrusts came harder. He ground himself into her cunt. He moved his knee between her legs, then lifted it. He was grateful that the oversized sweatpants she wore allowed him to spread her legs so far without having to stop to remove them. Once again, Hermione was wide open and at his mercy. The sudden changed caused the witch to cry out as Harry's cock was able to penetrate her further, deeper.

He sped up, slamming into her as he gripped her breasts. He felt his balls draw up and knew he wouldn't last much longer. After a vicious tweak of her nipple, he abandoned one of her breasts. His hand ran down her body until it reached her abused pussy. After her long warm up, Hermione was strung as tight as a bow string. He knew it would only take a little to push her over the edge and him along with her. He had barely touched her clit before the witch in his arms exploded with a scream. Her body arched into him as the pounded her through her orgasm as he reached his own.

Harry slowed as his cock throbbed the last of his cum into the woman. They both were out of breath. "You ok?" Harry asked.

Hermione smiled up at him. "Better than. I don't want to move," she confessed.

"Then don't." he replied. He grabbed his wand and summoned a blanket to throw over them. They came down from their blissful high together, warm in each other's embrace.