Harry sat next to Hermione as they watched TV. He wasn't sure how they had managed to get Muggle technology to work in a magical household and he wasn't going to ask. Hermione didn't watch much television and Harry had literal years of programing to catch up on. They had started out on the opposite ends of the couch and had slowly started to move closer. Currently, they were sitting next to each other with her head on his shoulder. He slipped his arm around her to pull her closer.
"What is this show called?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked up at him, "I have no clue."
"Did you want to keep watching?" He asked.
She shrugged, "I don't care, this is nice."
"We both needed it," Harry said.
Hermione nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked softly.
She shook her head, "I just want to be here."
Harry snuggled closer and let the silence settle. Hermione's breathing became deep, slow, and even. Her body went limp against his side. It wasn't the first time she had fallen asleep on him. There were many late-night study sessions where she would drop off mid-essay or parties after a game where she would stay up later than usual. Her warmth now was just different enough for his brain to distinguish this Hermione from his friend years ago.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if things between them would have been different if he had survived. Her confession when he was 'asleep' replayed in that moment. She had mourned him as a widow, realized she truly loved him, and imagined their life together. Would she have understood her feelings if he had been alive? How did he feel about her? This entire situation was jumbling his thoughts.
Had he loved her back then? It was hard to quantify what love was considering his history. When he thought about it, yes, he did love her. Was it romantic? He couldn't say. She was important to him. More than he could ever say. It was easy to see that the Weasleys were close to being his surrogate family, but even then it didn't quite fit. There was always a disconnect, as though they were distant relatives that he visited on occasion rather than his immediate family. Hermione was closer to family than they were. Maybe it was because she was also an only child or that she was older than him. He liked to imagine that she was his big sister. They were both alone in this new world. Ron didn't experience that. He had his older brothers and little sister in the same House.
Once again things changed. Did she still love him like that or was it the memory of him? She was old enough to be his mother. Literally. He was the same age as Rose. Following that train of thought, did he love her like that? She was pretty before his trip through the Veil. Time had made her gorgeous. Harry trailed a finger along her brow, tucking a stray piece of hair out of her face. Hermione was attractive, there was no way to deny that fact.
Harry leaned back a little to give him enough space to hook his arm around her. He let out a grunt as he scooped her off the couch and lifted her into a princess carry. Most people didn't think he was strong due to his build. Constant labor during the summer had hardened his body beyond what a casual glance could glean. He was basically a one-man landscaping company for a month or two of the year. Petunia had been more than happy to loan him out to the neighbors.
The stairs were a bit tricky, but he managed. He silently thanked whoever built the house that the doors were easy to open even with his hands full. The Master Bedroom was an extension of Hermione's office. There were two more desks with official looking papers in neat stacks. It was organized chaos that he could recognize as something distinctly her. Among it all, the bed was expertly made to the point where it looked like no one had slept in it for a week or more. Harry felt a stone settle in his stomach. He really should have checked in on her earlier. Guilt increased the weight as he realized that he had counted his brief time as Newt higher than her pain.
Hermione let out a little groan as he set her on the bed. He carefully removed her shoes before untucking the blankets enough for her. She rolled onto her side, raising one knee higher than the other. Harry smiled as he watched her for a moment. He placed a gentle kiss on her brow before he turned to leave.
"Stay," her voice was barely a whisper. "Please."
He couldn't argue with that. Harry placed his glasses on one of the nightstands, then kicked off his shoes and socks before he joined her on the bed. She hooked an arm around him, pulled him tight against her body, and draped her leg across his. Her breathing slowed the moment her head tucked into the crook of his neck.
Harry didn't think he would be able to sleep yet. His mind was still trying to make sense of everything. He should probably send a letter to the Rose, Roxie, and all of them to explain what was going on. Then there was the question of what he wanted to do with his life. Contrary to what he had told Hermione; he did want to get his NEWTS. It didn't feel right leaving his education in limbo. He needed to check in with the goblins to see if they held to the agreement. That would help facilitate any plans going forward. More importantly, he needed to
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Harry woke as a weight beside him shifted. His blurry vision was only complicated by the bushy veil of hair that covered his face. He brushed his face clear; the motion created enough air-flow for him to recognize Hermione's scent beside him. The rising tension in his muscles eased only to spike a moment later when he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. He squinted as he looked down in time to watch Hermione shimmy out of her pants. She kicked them off onto the floor before she settled back into place cuddled against him.
He was about to settle back into place to go back to sleep when he felt her hand drift across his stomach. Her touch was steady. He looked over to see she was staring back at him. She held his gaze as she deftly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his pants. Her hand tugged on the waist of his jeans. He lifted his hips on instinct as she pulled them down below his knees. Hermione paused to gather her strength before she straddled him. Her breath was already faster than before. As was his.
"Please," she replied in a whisper.
There were reasons that he should have told her this was a mistake. Instead, Harry pulled her close and captured her lips in a kiss as his hands grabbed her firm ass. It should be illegal with how the official robes she usually wore hid her wonderful form. Her hands pulled at his clothes, desperately trying to strip him as he did the same.
Harry had always thought that she was attractive, even before the accident that fixed her teeth. Now, he was able to fully appreciate just how gorgeous she had become. Her breasts were larger now though still firm even after two kids and the passage of time. The peaks were graced by light brown coin sized areolas. At the center her stiff pebbles of her nipples just begged to be kissed. He did just that, licking each before place a small kiss on each.
Hermione pushed off of his lap, dropping down between his legs. She locked eyes with him as she took hold of his hard member. Harry's hips flexed of their own accord, while he ran my fingers through her hair. She took that as a sign and began to stroke him. Jolts of pleasure raced along his entire body. His hands jumped from her hair to the sheets at her touch. She cupped his sack with her other hand as she started to stroke faster. He didn't want to cum from a hand-job.
Harry leaned forward and pulled her onto the bed beside him. She giggled when he positioned her in the center of the bed and moved between her legs. He flashed her with a roguish grin. Hermione let out a little squeak as he grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. The scent of her arousal filled the room. It drove him crazy. Harry could feel that she was already wet for him.
They shared a smile as he leaned in for another kiss. The crown of his cock aligned with her lips almost by magic. Their brief kiss ended in a shared moan as his cock sank in slowly. All the while their eyes were locked onto each other. Harry pulled back until only the head of his member remained inside, then thrust forward hilting himself deep. Hermione moaned and arched her back as he bottomed out, her firm breasts and hard nipples rubbed against his chest.
Hermione wrapped her legs around him, unconsciously locking her ankles behind his head to keep him close. Harry pulled back, pressing against her grip before slamming hard and deep. The pace steady and firm as he tried to fuck her hard enough to break the bed. Each thrust ended in a sharp slapping sound. Hermione tried to say something only for muddled sounds to come out. Harry took that as a good sign and started to move faster.
Her moans mingled with the sound of their bodies. She let out a short, sharp scream as her pussy began to strangle his cock. Her sudden orgasm caught him off guard. The tightening of her ankles behind him spurred him forward. Harry let out a shuddering moan as he came a moment later. Hermione lost herself to another orgasm as his seed filled her.
Harry held her tight as he filled her pussy with a hot load of cum. It took a moment to get his breathing under control as they both relished the feeling. Hermione shivered through aftershocks. He admired the way they made her breasts bounce then rolled to the side to make sure he wasn't going to collapse atop her.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered as she trailed her fingers along his chest.
Harry didn't know what to say. In reply, he leaned down and kissed her. This one was slow, deep, and full of feeling. She pressed against him, matching his passion.
The kiss turned hungry. Hermione wobbled a little as she pushed herself back upright and climbed on top of him. She reached back, grabbing his shaft, angling him up, and pressing back into him. Hermione's eyes fluttered as the head of his cock slid inside once more. He pulled her down into a kiss. She shuddered as their tongues touched, her body relaxed, letting her slide down until their hips touched. Harry let out a contented sigh as she settled.
Their kisses slowed, becoming gentler as she adjusted the position. Hermione raised her hips, feeling every bit of his cock. She paused just before the head, pushing back down along his length. The kiss stopped. Hermione sat up, placing her hands on his chest. She gave him a bright smile before she began to ride him hard and fast.
Harry bent his legs, thrusting up when she bottomed out. She let out a wordless scream as her body began to buck above him. Harry kept the pace fast, fucking her deep and hard as she rode out an orgasm. He grabbed her hips, pushing deep into her as he let loose a second time. His entire body tensed as his orgasm rocked through him. Hermione let out a shuddering moan as pulse after pulse shot into her, filling her up. She leaned down, kissing him again as he stilled.
"I have wanted to do that for years," Hermione whispered.
Harry let out a breath as she settled beside him on the bed. The fabled post-nut clarity didn't help him figure out what to say. He figured that it would be better to keep his mouth shut than talk and ruin the moment.
"Goodnight," Hermione kissed the side of his neck as she settled into her new favorite spot.
Harry lay awake as she drifted off to sleep. Well, he apparently had the answer to whether or not he thought of her like that. Harry didn't let himself think too deeply about whatever would happen next. Instead, he listened to her slow breathing. Carefully, he synced his breathes with hers and fell asleep.
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Harry woke to find himself alone in bed. He would have thought last night was a dream if not for the fact that he was naked. A few tender spots along his shoulder and neck told him that he probably had hickeys. He summoned his glasses to get a better look at the room. His clothes from last night were on the ground but hers were missing. A fresh set was waiting for him, clean and folded on the nightstand.
He got out of bed and gathered his clothes. Harry wasn't going to put on the new outfit until he had washed off the dried sweat and other fluids from last night. So far, he couldn't tell if this was all a good sign or not. Hermione wasn't here, but she also wasn't there to freak out about it. The bed and his clothes were the only signs that something had happened last night. Everything else in the room was neat. In fact, it was cleaner than it had been before. A small smile flashed on his face as he pictured Hermione cleaning the room while talking to herself. She said it helped her work through a problem.
The attached shower was big for a Muggle bathroom, but on the small side for a Magical one. It looked like it had been transplanted from a magazine, complete with a double sink, glass shower stall, and a separate bathtub that could fit two adults lay flat shoulder to shoulder.
He decided a shower would be for the best. The water pressure was perfect, and the temperature made him stay longer than intended. His muscles were a little sore, though not nearly as bad as the aftermath from his time with Gabrielle.
He knew that he was delaying the inevitable. Eventually, he would need to face the consequences of last night. Harry eventually managed to pull himself out of the paradise of the shower. He got dressed in the fresh clothes before sitting on the newly made bed. Hermione didn't have a House Elf, which meant that she had come to make the bed while he had been in the shower. He was both relieved and slightly disappointed that she hadn't joined him.
Harry headed downstairs to the kitchen to find Hermione sitting at the table. She was reading the current issue of the Daily Prophet while drinking a cup of something that was probably coffee. Hermione had started drinking coffee in third year.
"Good morning," Hermione smiled at him. "Did you sleep well?"
Harry felt a weight lift from his shoulders, "I slept great. You?"
"I feel amazing," Hermione chuckled. "Did you want some breakfast?"