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Gift fic for Sweet Lemmon!
TO: sweet_lemmon
FROM: ANONYMOUS
TITLE: Just A Moment
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Harry and Hermione try to enjoy their vacation.
WARNINGS: Vanilla sex
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns them.
AUTHOR NOTES: Thank you S, the best beta in the world.
They were finally on vacation. Hermione was under a blue umbrella and lounging in a cozy beach chair, armed with a book she’d been trying to get to all year and pair of reading sunglass. Her husband of six years was lying on a towel in red trunks that did little to dull the pink sunburn on his back and shoulders.
“Harry.”
“Hmmm?” he answered in that 'not now' grunt. He was propped up on his elbows and reading reports.
“Harry Potter, will you put down that paper work and just relax?”
That got him to look up. “What makes you think I’m reading reports?” he asked, turning onto his side, head still resting in his hand. “Maybe I’m enjoying transcripts of dead sea scrolls,” he said, poking fun of Hermione’s book ‘Uncovering the Mystery of the Dead Sea Scrolls.’
“Let’s see then,” she said suspiciously and held out her hand.
“Well you’ve got that book, don’t you?" Harry grinned lopsidedly. “You don’t need to read these too.” He snatched his bag over and hastily stuffed the long rolls of parchment into it.
“Anyway, I wouldn’t need to read if I had some company,” he said, stretching out his hand and wiggling his fingers at her. Hermione put aside her book and gave a resigned sigh; it was impossible to stay mad at someone who looked like a grinning lobster.
She took her towel and laid it out next to Harry’s. He kissed her once she was settled next to him.
“Mmmm, salty,” he said, then dove in for a deeper kiss.
Now this was definitely more like it, Hermione thought to herself. They had arrived at the hotel yesterday and Harry ran off to take surfing lessons. He spent the entire day out on the water and was too burned and too exhausted for sex by the time he came back.
His finger circled her hip bone. She opened her eyes and saw two pairs of tanned skinny legs in front of them.
Hermione pushed at Harry’s shoulder and glared at the two teenage girls gawking at them.
“Can I help you?” Hermione demanded, very annoyed.
The red-head in the green bikini shifted nervously. “I’m so sorry to bother you Ms....”
“Oh my God, it’s him." The blonde in the blue bikini jumped up and down, heedless of the sand she was kicking up at them.
“Harry Potter.” They giggled and sat themselves uninvited next to them.
“You're not Muggles?” Harry inquired blithely.
“Nah,” the blonde answered. "My dad is Jason Hasbrow with the--"
“Chudly Cannons?” Harry finished for her.
“You’re a fan?” she asked.
“Favorite team.” Harry said. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“How’d you spot me?”
“Well.” The red head smiled sheepishly. “White owl on the beach, bit of a dead give away isn’t it?”
“Oh Harry.” The red-head rushed on, “It’s such and honor to meet you. Can I have your autograph?”
Harry? Hermione scowled; they were becoming very familiar very fast.
“Can I have your floo number?” the blonde asked boldly.
Enough was enough. “No you cannot,” Hermione said dangerously.
“Oh oh no,” the blonde stumbled on her words. “I just meant if he ever wanted tickets-“
“If Mr. Potter wants tickets to any game he has life time free passes,” Hermione said firmly. “Now Mr. Potter and myself, Mrs. Potter, would like to continue enjoying our vacation, alone.
Harry was chuckling. “Bye-bye ladies,” he said and handed them each sea shells he had burned his initials into.
They giggled again. The blonde gave Hermione a dirty look and they were off, running back toward wherever they had come from.
“So much for not getting recognized at a Muggle hotel,” Harry teased, taking Hermione’s hand and kissing it.
“How was I supposed to know Jason Hasbrow would have the same idea?”
“Want to go back to the room and have some lunch?” The sun was starting to set and they’d only had sliced pineapple and coffee at around noon, when they’d woke up. “I’m pretty sure there’s no giggling teenagers in there.”
Harry frowned. “Or at least I hope not.”
********
Lunch came while Harry was in the shower. The food smelled amazing as she lifted the cover off the platters; grilled halibut on a bed of rice pilaf and grouper with a side of mixed baby vegetables.
Originally she wanted the halibut, but now she had changed her mind and wondered if Harry wouldn’t mind switching with her.
She walked across the white carpet and stuck her head in the bathroom door.
“Harry?” He was doing some sort of shower gymnastics. She’d heard him yowl when he’d first got in the shower. Jets of water never felt good on sunburned skin, and now his arms were braced on wall and the shower door, his head tilted so that, that it was the only part of his body the spray was touching.
“What?"
“Would you mind switching lunches with me?”
“What?”
She laughed. “Never mind.”
Ignoring the impulse to start eating without Harry, Hermione decided to call and check in on her daughter instead.
“Hullo!?”
“Ron, you don’t have to shout,” Hermione said affectionately.
“Oh yeah,” Ron said lowering his voice a bit, but still a little loud. “Enjoying yourself?”
Things hadn’t started between Harry and Hermione until about three years after she and Ron ended their relationship. One day she just started noticing Harry’s hand would linger on her shoulder just a tad longer than usual, his hugs pressed just a smidge more tightly then they had before, and then the most obvious sign the day he’d finally kissed her.
“How’s Katherine?” Hermione asked
“Oh yeah, Katherine’s fine.” Hermione held the phone away form her ear as Ron’s voice grew in volume. “But I had to Oblivate my girlfriend, because Katherine levitated her toys in front of her.”
“Did she!?” Hermione shouted. Ron’s girlfriend was a Muggle.
“Yeah,” Ron answered.
Hermione heard the water turn off in the bathroom. “That’s the first magic she’s done,” Hermione complained. “I can’t believe I missed it.”
“She was just showing off for her Godfather,” Ron boasted.
“Let me talk to her.” Katharine was only three and not well acquainted with a phone, but just hearing her voice would make Hermione happy.
“Hold on, I’ve got to go get her she’s in the living room with-.” There was a loud scream. “On second thought, I’ll call you back Hermione, bye.”
Harry appeared from the steamy bathroom with a little yellow towel around his waist and drying his hair another. “Who you talking to?”
“That was Ron,” Hermione informed him. “Katherine levitated her toys right in front of Ron’s girlfriend.”
“Did she?” Harry grinned broadly. “I can’t believe we missed that.”
“That’s what I said. Ron thinks she’s just showing off for him," Hermione said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
“You're not upset are you?” Harry asked and pulled her into an embrace. He was warm and slightly damp, and he smelled fantastic.
“No,” she lied.
“Because believe me,” Harry continued. “Now that she started we’ll probably have are hands full.”
Hermione laughed, because Harry was trying to comfort her and all the while she could feel his erection growing underneath the towel.
“You're right,” Hermione agreed.
Harry’s stomach gave a loud growl.
“Hungry?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling mischievously.
“Starving.”
She squealed when he pushed her back on the bed and undid the flimsy knot that caused the towel to fall to the floor. His cock was hard and dipping forward.
“And you look-” he said huskily as he crawled on top of her, capturing her lips once he’d reached them. “-absolutely edible.” He kissed her in a rough way he hadn’t in a very long time. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit at her bottom lip.
Hermione felt a rush through out her entire body. Her finger tips felt overly sensitive, she ran them down Harry’s side as he kissed her neck and undid the bikini top.
He went on tasting her , pausing at her sternum, placing small kisses there. Her legs widened and the muscles in her pussy clenched the further down he slid.
He was head of the department of Aurors, she was deputy head Mistress of Hogwarts. Sometimes Harry didn’t come home nights; some cases Harry worked on were so disturbing he would lose his appetite for sex for weeks. All of those elements, coupled with the fact that they had a toddler who was prone to coming into their room in the middle of the night, had made little time for slow love making the way they had now.
However, by the time he reached his goal, her knickers, and slid them off, all she wanted him to do was put his cock inside of hernow.
“Harry,” she nearly sobbed as he arranged himself between her legs. He pushed them up slightly then used his thumbs to open her wet folds, exposing her to his gaze and the cool air of the room.
He pressed his tongue, broad and flat against her pussy and began nodding his head in a yes-like motion so that his tongue took long swipes deep between her lips and then back up rasping against her clit, making her hips twitch for more precise attention from his tongue.
Her breaths were turning into moans. Harry had traded the long strokes of his tongue for wet soft ones around but not on her clitoris.
“Harry stop teasing,” she said, reaching down and gently trying to angle his head into a better position.
“Teasing?” He looked up at her.
“Mmmm not teasing.”
He slipped one, and then two fingers into her, she squeezed them and worked her hips down onto them as Harry licked, soft and direct over her clit.
She wanted to stay this way forever but it only lasted moments before she came under the gentle caresses and pressure of his tongue.
He had crawled back to eye level but was holding himself off her with his arms braced on either side of her shoulders. He was smiling down at her looking utterly smug, which really couldn’t be tolerated.
“Hello,” Hermione said.
“Hello,” Harry repeated. He bent his head down to kiss her and she could taste herself in his mouth. Her stomach gave a loud growl.
“Hungry?” he whispered.
Hermione arched her hips, grabbing his arse and pulled his hips so that she impaled herself onto his cock. He fell against her moaning wiping the smug look straight off his face. She pulled his hips forward and he fell against her, moaning as he did so.
“Starving,” she answered, but they didn’t end up having any food till the next morning at breakfast.
FROM: ANONYMOUS
TITLE: Just A Moment
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Harry and Hermione try to enjoy their vacation.
WARNINGS: Vanilla sex
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns them.
AUTHOR NOTES: Thank you S, the best beta in the world.
They were finally on vacation. Hermione was under a blue umbrella and lounging in a cozy beach chair, armed with a book she’d been trying to get to all year and pair of reading sunglass. Her husband of six years was lying on a towel in red trunks that did little to dull the pink sunburn on his back and shoulders.
“Harry.”
“Hmmm?” he answered in that 'not now' grunt. He was propped up on his elbows and reading reports.
“Harry Potter, will you put down that paper work and just relax?”
That got him to look up. “What makes you think I’m reading reports?” he asked, turning onto his side, head still resting in his hand. “Maybe I’m enjoying transcripts of dead sea scrolls,” he said, poking fun of Hermione’s book ‘Uncovering the Mystery of the Dead Sea Scrolls.’
“Let’s see then,” she said suspiciously and held out her hand.
“Well you’ve got that book, don’t you?" Harry grinned lopsidedly. “You don’t need to read these too.” He snatched his bag over and hastily stuffed the long rolls of parchment into it.
“Anyway, I wouldn’t need to read if I had some company,” he said, stretching out his hand and wiggling his fingers at her. Hermione put aside her book and gave a resigned sigh; it was impossible to stay mad at someone who looked like a grinning lobster.
She took her towel and laid it out next to Harry’s. He kissed her once she was settled next to him.
“Mmmm, salty,” he said, then dove in for a deeper kiss.
Now this was definitely more like it, Hermione thought to herself. They had arrived at the hotel yesterday and Harry ran off to take surfing lessons. He spent the entire day out on the water and was too burned and too exhausted for sex by the time he came back.
His finger circled her hip bone. She opened her eyes and saw two pairs of tanned skinny legs in front of them.
Hermione pushed at Harry’s shoulder and glared at the two teenage girls gawking at them.
“Can I help you?” Hermione demanded, very annoyed.
The red-head in the green bikini shifted nervously. “I’m so sorry to bother you Ms....”
“Oh my God, it’s him." The blonde in the blue bikini jumped up and down, heedless of the sand she was kicking up at them.
“Harry Potter.” They giggled and sat themselves uninvited next to them.
“You're not Muggles?” Harry inquired blithely.
“Nah,” the blonde answered. "My dad is Jason Hasbrow with the--"
“Chudly Cannons?” Harry finished for her.
“You’re a fan?” she asked.
“Favorite team.” Harry said. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“How’d you spot me?”
“Well.” The red head smiled sheepishly. “White owl on the beach, bit of a dead give away isn’t it?”
“Oh Harry.” The red-head rushed on, “It’s such and honor to meet you. Can I have your autograph?”
Harry? Hermione scowled; they were becoming very familiar very fast.
“Can I have your floo number?” the blonde asked boldly.
Enough was enough. “No you cannot,” Hermione said dangerously.
“Oh oh no,” the blonde stumbled on her words. “I just meant if he ever wanted tickets-“
“If Mr. Potter wants tickets to any game he has life time free passes,” Hermione said firmly. “Now Mr. Potter and myself, Mrs. Potter, would like to continue enjoying our vacation, alone.
Harry was chuckling. “Bye-bye ladies,” he said and handed them each sea shells he had burned his initials into.
They giggled again. The blonde gave Hermione a dirty look and they were off, running back toward wherever they had come from.
“So much for not getting recognized at a Muggle hotel,” Harry teased, taking Hermione’s hand and kissing it.
“How was I supposed to know Jason Hasbrow would have the same idea?”
“Want to go back to the room and have some lunch?” The sun was starting to set and they’d only had sliced pineapple and coffee at around noon, when they’d woke up. “I’m pretty sure there’s no giggling teenagers in there.”
Harry frowned. “Or at least I hope not.”
********
Lunch came while Harry was in the shower. The food smelled amazing as she lifted the cover off the platters; grilled halibut on a bed of rice pilaf and grouper with a side of mixed baby vegetables.
Originally she wanted the halibut, but now she had changed her mind and wondered if Harry wouldn’t mind switching with her.
She walked across the white carpet and stuck her head in the bathroom door.
“Harry?” He was doing some sort of shower gymnastics. She’d heard him yowl when he’d first got in the shower. Jets of water never felt good on sunburned skin, and now his arms were braced on wall and the shower door, his head tilted so that, that it was the only part of his body the spray was touching.
“What?"
“Would you mind switching lunches with me?”
“What?”
She laughed. “Never mind.”
Ignoring the impulse to start eating without Harry, Hermione decided to call and check in on her daughter instead.
“Hullo!?”
“Ron, you don’t have to shout,” Hermione said affectionately.
“Oh yeah,” Ron said lowering his voice a bit, but still a little loud. “Enjoying yourself?”
Things hadn’t started between Harry and Hermione until about three years after she and Ron ended their relationship. One day she just started noticing Harry’s hand would linger on her shoulder just a tad longer than usual, his hugs pressed just a smidge more tightly then they had before, and then the most obvious sign the day he’d finally kissed her.
“How’s Katherine?” Hermione asked
“Oh yeah, Katherine’s fine.” Hermione held the phone away form her ear as Ron’s voice grew in volume. “But I had to Oblivate my girlfriend, because Katherine levitated her toys in front of her.”
“Did she!?” Hermione shouted. Ron’s girlfriend was a Muggle.
“Yeah,” Ron answered.
Hermione heard the water turn off in the bathroom. “That’s the first magic she’s done,” Hermione complained. “I can’t believe I missed it.”
“She was just showing off for her Godfather,” Ron boasted.
“Let me talk to her.” Katharine was only three and not well acquainted with a phone, but just hearing her voice would make Hermione happy.
“Hold on, I’ve got to go get her she’s in the living room with-.” There was a loud scream. “On second thought, I’ll call you back Hermione, bye.”
Harry appeared from the steamy bathroom with a little yellow towel around his waist and drying his hair another. “Who you talking to?”
“That was Ron,” Hermione informed him. “Katherine levitated her toys right in front of Ron’s girlfriend.”
“Did she?” Harry grinned broadly. “I can’t believe we missed that.”
“That’s what I said. Ron thinks she’s just showing off for him," Hermione said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
“You're not upset are you?” Harry asked and pulled her into an embrace. He was warm and slightly damp, and he smelled fantastic.
“No,” she lied.
“Because believe me,” Harry continued. “Now that she started we’ll probably have are hands full.”
Hermione laughed, because Harry was trying to comfort her and all the while she could feel his erection growing underneath the towel.
“You're right,” Hermione agreed.
Harry’s stomach gave a loud growl.
“Hungry?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling mischievously.
“Starving.”
She squealed when he pushed her back on the bed and undid the flimsy knot that caused the towel to fall to the floor. His cock was hard and dipping forward.
“And you look-” he said huskily as he crawled on top of her, capturing her lips once he’d reached them. “-absolutely edible.” He kissed her in a rough way he hadn’t in a very long time. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit at her bottom lip.
Hermione felt a rush through out her entire body. Her finger tips felt overly sensitive, she ran them down Harry’s side as he kissed her neck and undid the bikini top.
He went on tasting her , pausing at her sternum, placing small kisses there. Her legs widened and the muscles in her pussy clenched the further down he slid.
He was head of the department of Aurors, she was deputy head Mistress of Hogwarts. Sometimes Harry didn’t come home nights; some cases Harry worked on were so disturbing he would lose his appetite for sex for weeks. All of those elements, coupled with the fact that they had a toddler who was prone to coming into their room in the middle of the night, had made little time for slow love making the way they had now.
However, by the time he reached his goal, her knickers, and slid them off, all she wanted him to do was put his cock inside of hernow.
“Harry,” she nearly sobbed as he arranged himself between her legs. He pushed them up slightly then used his thumbs to open her wet folds, exposing her to his gaze and the cool air of the room.
He pressed his tongue, broad and flat against her pussy and began nodding his head in a yes-like motion so that his tongue took long swipes deep between her lips and then back up rasping against her clit, making her hips twitch for more precise attention from his tongue.
Her breaths were turning into moans. Harry had traded the long strokes of his tongue for wet soft ones around but not on her clitoris.
“Harry stop teasing,” she said, reaching down and gently trying to angle his head into a better position.
“Teasing?” He looked up at her.
“Mmmm not teasing.”
He slipped one, and then two fingers into her, she squeezed them and worked her hips down onto them as Harry licked, soft and direct over her clit.
She wanted to stay this way forever but it only lasted moments before she came under the gentle caresses and pressure of his tongue.
He had crawled back to eye level but was holding himself off her with his arms braced on either side of her shoulders. He was smiling down at her looking utterly smug, which really couldn’t be tolerated.
“Hello,” Hermione said.
“Hello,” Harry repeated. He bent his head down to kiss her and she could taste herself in his mouth. Her stomach gave a loud growl.
“Hungry?” he whispered.
Hermione arched her hips, grabbing his arse and pulled his hips so that she impaled herself onto his cock. He fell against her moaning wiping the smug look straight off his face. She pulled his hips forward and he fell against her, moaning as he did so.
“Starving,” she answered, but they didn’t end up having any food till the next morning at breakfast.