Strawberry Fields Forever by Jack Ryan

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/08/2004
Last Updated: 07/08/2004
Status: In Progress

This is my first smut, so please let me know how it is! No plot, really, just Harry and Hermione
enjoying each other away from their kid and work.




1. Strawberry Fields Forever
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**Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and do not claim to do so; I am merely using J.K.
Rowling's characters to satisfy my writing urges.** **Actually, I don't even think
strawberry fields exist, but what the hell? The Beatles didn't care, did they? (If strawberry
fields do exist, please tell me in your review).**

**Chapter One---Strawberry Fields Forever**

Harry knew that today was going to be special. Very special. Both he and Hermione had planned
towards this day for several months. Their infant child Maria was staying with Ron and Luna to play
with their own kid, Michael. Harry was off from work as an Auror and Hermione had called in sick at
the astronomy research center where she worked.

They were going to some strawberry fields owned by their friend Hagrid outside the city and were
going to have a picnic. Harry looked through the picnic basket to see if he had everything they
needed. Peanut butter sandwiches. Check. Pitcher of butterbeer. Check. Apple pie for desert. Check.
Whipped cream. Check.

They had both agreed to arrive separately at their destination so that they could surprise each
other with their pick of clothing. Harry had chosen a white undershirt with a light-colored rayon
shirt over it. He also had on casual jeans. Nothing too fancy. But he really wanted to see what
Hermione was wearing.

He checked his watch. Just a few more minutes until they were scheduled to meet in the fields.
*What the hell*, Harry thought, and Apparated. Once he reached their predetermined point of
meeting, he began to lay out the food on a picnic cloth.

“Hey, Harry,” a voice said.

He turned around and was instantly mesmerized by his beautiful wife. She was wearing a small
blue bikini that barely covered her nice-sized breasts and wore a blue sarong that reached to the
bottom of her toes.

He whistled.

She smiled, “Like it?”

“I love it,” he said, his eyes roaming over her body, “but we have to eat first.”

And so they did, chewing slowly and just enjoying the company of one another. With Maria acting
like the infant she was and with their long hours on the job, they had barely been able to find
time for each other. But now, they were able to stare for long idle moments at a time looking at
each other, enjoying the fragrant presence of the strawberry fields around them.

After they finished eating the apple pie, doling a little bit of whipped cream to their pieces,
Hermione looked expectantly at Harry. He didn't wait. He reached his hand out and began
caressing her face, its soft skin pressing against his warm palm. She leaned forward and their lips
met.

The first kiss was gentle, exploring. They had not had time for much more than quick pecks since
they had begun their jobs and this was their first long kiss in a while. Harry pulled back, putting
his hand on her bare shoulders.

She smiled seductively at him and pushed her body forward against him and this time, the kiss
was more passionate, aching with all the long hours they had spent away from each other. Their
tongues bruised against each other and their lips crashed and rolled in the strawberry waves around
them.

This time, it was Hermione who pulled away. Harry looked confusedly at her but then began to
gulp as he saw that she was going to the whipped cream can. She smiled at him and undid her bikini
top so it fell away. Harry began to feel himself harden as he saw her full creamy glories lolling
lusciously against her body. She sprayed some whipped cream into her hand and began rubbing it on
her body.

She arched her head back, clearly enjoying the sensations she was feeling across her nubile
body. Harry could only stare in awe as she continued rubbing it all over her breasts until they
were entirely white with cream.

Hermione licked her lips, “Hungry?”

Harry attacked, his body covering the distance in nanoseconds, his mouth devouring her breasts
eagerly. The taste was one of beauty and cream and as his nose took in the scent of strawberries,
Harry had never felt more aroused. He began to lick every single part of the cream off her breasts,
enjoying the involuntary pelvic thrusts she was giving.

When the cream had been finished, Harry moved his lips up her throat and back onto her lips. She
moaned into his mouth. Harry fumbled with his shirts and they were soon quickly off, his bare chest
glinting in the sunlight. Hermione moved her hands down to help him with his jeans. When they were
off, his boxers pressed against her sarong, wanting, needing her.

She pulled away from his kiss and rolled down her sarong until all that was left was her naked
writhing body. She hadn't worn panties. Harry couldn't get his boxers off fast enough.

“Give it to me,” Hermione commanded and Harry let her take his erection with her hands.

She began moving her hands very fast up and down his manhood, enjoying the arched back and
groans she was eliciting from him. This part didn't really arouse her, but she was happy to
please her husband. When he began to spray little bits of sperm, she stopped. She didn't want
him to come. Yet.

Now it was his turn. His fingers began crawling up her thighs toward the center of her thighs.
When it reached there, she gasped. He began thrusting his fingers in, two, three at a time, her
tight walls closing in around him and pushing back as hard as she could against his dancing
fingers.

He did this leisurely for a few minutes, until he felt her give the loudest moan she had ever
given. He too did not want her to come early and stopped.

It was her turn again. She took him in her mouth, began moving up and down, the incoherent
sounds above her making her want to giggle. She was in complete control. Harry was powerless. She
moved faster and faster and felt him mumble her name over and over.

When she felt the first few trickles in her mouth, she pulled away again. Now it was time for
the main event. Harry smiled at her. She smiled back at him.

She turned around so that her behind faced him. Harry closed his eyes in anticipation and guided
his manhood up her anus. He felt it fit in full and felt Hermione nod in appreciation.

He began moving inside her, using his free hand to pleasure her vagina. *Sweet Jesus*, he
though to himself. Hermione began moaning with increasing regularity. They had first had anal sex
when they had been going out for several months at Hogwarts and still was both their favorite. They
loved normal sex, but this was…sublime.

He felt himself build up and knew he was coming soon. Her own sticky juices were beginning to
cover his fingers and he pushed harder and harder. Finally, he felt it let go inside of her and he
slowly drew it out.

“Wow,” he murmured, collapsing next to her.

She tucked an idle hair behind her ear and snuggled up against him, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Hermione.”

They fell asleep that way, the sweet smell of the strawberry fields gliding around them.

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