Harry and I walked into our apartment.
I took out my wand and set the fireplace on fire.
Harry sighed and looked at me. "Do you want to change first and then I'll go?" he asked.
I nodded and headed to the bedroom. Then I realized that I needed help to get out of the dress, all the little buttons and such. I sighed.
"Harry? I need your help." I called. Harry came into the room and looked at me with a question in his eyes.
"What you need help with?" he asked. I sighed. "My dress has many buttons and I need help to get out of this dress." I said.
I heard Harry gulp and then take a few steps close to me. Soon, I felt his hands on my back. He glazed my sides and then started to unbutton the dress.
Soon it was done and my back showed to Harry. He saw all the scars from the war. "Hermoine? What happened to your back?" he asked.
I sighed. "It was from the war. I got hit with some curses and hexes, and being tortured at Malfoy Mannor." I said.
Harry sighed and I felt his hands touch the scars on my back, which in turn made me shiver. "Hermoine?" Harry began.
I turned to face him and looked into his eyes. Suddenly, His lips were on mine in a heated passion.
I felt resistance at first but then fell into rythim with Harry's lips. I felt myself shudder as he touched my sides and back with his hands.
I didn't know what to do, but it felt so good and right. Harry pulled away from me. "Hermoine." He said.
I smiled. "Harry." I said. Harry's eyes were filled with desire and I knew what was about to happen.
It scared me to death but I knew it had to happen eventually. Soon, Harry's lips were on me and all over my lips and soon down to my neck.
Soon, we were on the bed lying down with Harry on top of me. He kissed me on my lips with depth and I returned the kisses in a fever.
He kissed me down my neck and soon he was on my shoulder. He slowly pushed the dress down further so he could get better access.
Soon, clothes were being shed. My dress was thrown across the room and landed on the floor. Harry's coat from his suit, and his tie and shirt were ripped off his body and thrown to the ground as well.
Soon, we were one.
Harry was gentle with me, because he knew it was my first time.
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms.
We were supposed to be together. I had to admit but the ministry knew what they were doing when they matched Harry and I.
I was happy and I was not going to let my night get ruined by thought of the outside world. Today was my wedding day and night.
I would remember it for the rest of my life.
