After the Fall (1/2)
Title: After the Fall (1/2)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry overhears one of Hermione's fantasies and decides that he's just the man to fulfill it.
Author's Note: I apologize to those you who've been waiting for some more smut for "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy." I remembered about the
erotic_elves challenge last weekend and decided to give it a try.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Harry chucked the last gnome over the Weasley’s hedge before heading off towards one of the verdant trees situated right by the house. The cool shade was a welcomed relief from the scorching July heat, especially since de-gnoming the garden had taken twice as long thanks to Ron sneaking off to see his bride-to-be.
He had just swiped off a tantalizing-looking apple that somehow managed to escape the siblings' voracious appetites when he heard Hermione's voice float out one of the opened windows: "Is it terrible of me to say that what I miss about him most is having a reliable source for sex?"
Harry froze mid-bite, desperately wondering if Ginny’s laughter was loud enough to conceal the sound of Apparition. As good friends as they were, there were just some things that he tried not to think about in relation to his best mates.
“Not that he was ever very good at it,” Hermione continued, oblivious to the internal squirmings of her very reluctant eavesdropper. “Haven’t you ever fantasized of a situation where your mere presence is enough to drive away all sense of reason?”
“You mean like showing up at his door without anything on underneath your cloak?”
“Yes, or even something as innocuous as having a meal together, which becomes so much more after you do something that turns him on. Before you know it, he’s sending everything crashing onto the floor and pushing you on top of the table. It’s uncomfortable, but you won’t care after he traps your hands above your head and fills you up so completely that you’re practically in tears as you beg him for relief.”
“Oh God.” Harry wasn’t sure if that came out of one of their mouths or his, but Hermione was suddenly parting the strawberry-patterned curtain, and he Apparated out with a loud crack just as she was demanding the name of the intruder.
He barely had time to reorient himself inside Ron’s old room before Mrs. Weasley’s was yelling up the stairs that dinner was ready. He took his time cleaning off the grime from his afternoon’s work, ignoring the disparaging remarks from the mirror about trying to achieve the impossible as he combed out his hair, then slowly making his way down to the overcrowded table.
“Where’s the future Mr. Lovegood?” asked George before he could even sit down.
Harry, relieved at the excuse to avoid Hermione’s curious stare, answered quite readily: “We finished early, so he decided to go off and visit Luna.”
"Oh, that boy," Mrs. Weasley grumbled, passing her husband some of the Yorkshire Pudding. "I warned him that it's bad luck to see the bride so close to the wedding."
"Now, Molly, I don't remember seeing you complaining when we…"
Harry tuned out their banter in case it wandered off into details he'd rather remain in blissful ignorance over and spooned a hunk of kidney pie onto his plate. Having marshaled up as much courage as he was likely going to get, he sneaked a glance to where Hermione was arguing with Fred over his idea of buying a house-elf to help out at their shop-only to choke on his first bite.
Despite a decade of meals, classes, and adventures together; he felt like he was seeing her for the very first time. Hearing her earlier confirmation that she wasn't quite as asexual as he would have liked to believe was bad enough, but to be confronted with the physical evidence of what he'd just been too blinded to see was worse than anything.
Hermione wasn’t pretty. Her nose was a smidge too wide and her hair too wild to fit the conventional mold of beauty, but there was also something undeniably captivating about the way her cheeks would flush whenever she got worked up over something. Even the way her curls brushed against the nape of her neck every time she impatiently shoved aside a particularly stubborn lock was suddenly enough to generate some less-than-platonic thoughts. He began to wonder how in hell he managed to ignore coupling her with the idea of sex when every move she made suddenly revealed themselves to be calculated to drive him over the edge.
He sat up with a start as her arm brushed up against his while reaching over to get the Yorkshire Pudding; he might have remained frozen indefinitely had Bill's youngest not asked: "Uncle Harry, is your cheek hungry, too?"
Face flaming, he wiped off the mushy peas on his face and tried his best to ignore the twins who kept glancing at Hermione and elbowing each other with knowing smirks. "I'm feeling a bit ill, so if you’ll all excuse me I think I’ll head off to bed.”
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Chapter 2
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry overhears one of Hermione's fantasies and decides that he's just the man to fulfill it.
Author's Note: I apologize to those you who've been waiting for some more smut for "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy." I remembered about the
erotic_elves challenge last weekend and decided to give it a try.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
*~*~*~*~*
Harry chucked the last gnome over the Weasley’s hedge before heading off towards one of the verdant trees situated right by the house. The cool shade was a welcomed relief from the scorching July heat, especially since de-gnoming the garden had taken twice as long thanks to Ron sneaking off to see his bride-to-be.
He had just swiped off a tantalizing-looking apple that somehow managed to escape the siblings' voracious appetites when he heard Hermione's voice float out one of the opened windows: "Is it terrible of me to say that what I miss about him most is having a reliable source for sex?"
Harry froze mid-bite, desperately wondering if Ginny’s laughter was loud enough to conceal the sound of Apparition. As good friends as they were, there were just some things that he tried not to think about in relation to his best mates.
“Not that he was ever very good at it,” Hermione continued, oblivious to the internal squirmings of her very reluctant eavesdropper. “Haven’t you ever fantasized of a situation where your mere presence is enough to drive away all sense of reason?”
“You mean like showing up at his door without anything on underneath your cloak?”
“Yes, or even something as innocuous as having a meal together, which becomes so much more after you do something that turns him on. Before you know it, he’s sending everything crashing onto the floor and pushing you on top of the table. It’s uncomfortable, but you won’t care after he traps your hands above your head and fills you up so completely that you’re practically in tears as you beg him for relief.”
“Oh God.” Harry wasn’t sure if that came out of one of their mouths or his, but Hermione was suddenly parting the strawberry-patterned curtain, and he Apparated out with a loud crack just as she was demanding the name of the intruder.
He barely had time to reorient himself inside Ron’s old room before Mrs. Weasley’s was yelling up the stairs that dinner was ready. He took his time cleaning off the grime from his afternoon’s work, ignoring the disparaging remarks from the mirror about trying to achieve the impossible as he combed out his hair, then slowly making his way down to the overcrowded table.
“Where’s the future Mr. Lovegood?” asked George before he could even sit down.
Harry, relieved at the excuse to avoid Hermione’s curious stare, answered quite readily: “We finished early, so he decided to go off and visit Luna.”
"Oh, that boy," Mrs. Weasley grumbled, passing her husband some of the Yorkshire Pudding. "I warned him that it's bad luck to see the bride so close to the wedding."
"Now, Molly, I don't remember seeing you complaining when we…"
Harry tuned out their banter in case it wandered off into details he'd rather remain in blissful ignorance over and spooned a hunk of kidney pie onto his plate. Having marshaled up as much courage as he was likely going to get, he sneaked a glance to where Hermione was arguing with Fred over his idea of buying a house-elf to help out at their shop-only to choke on his first bite.
Despite a decade of meals, classes, and adventures together; he felt like he was seeing her for the very first time. Hearing her earlier confirmation that she wasn't quite as asexual as he would have liked to believe was bad enough, but to be confronted with the physical evidence of what he'd just been too blinded to see was worse than anything.
Hermione wasn’t pretty. Her nose was a smidge too wide and her hair too wild to fit the conventional mold of beauty, but there was also something undeniably captivating about the way her cheeks would flush whenever she got worked up over something. Even the way her curls brushed against the nape of her neck every time she impatiently shoved aside a particularly stubborn lock was suddenly enough to generate some less-than-platonic thoughts. He began to wonder how in hell he managed to ignore coupling her with the idea of sex when every move she made suddenly revealed themselves to be calculated to drive him over the edge.
He sat up with a start as her arm brushed up against his while reaching over to get the Yorkshire Pudding; he might have remained frozen indefinitely had Bill's youngest not asked: "Uncle Harry, is your cheek hungry, too?"
Face flaming, he wiped off the mushy peas on his face and tried his best to ignore the twins who kept glancing at Hermione and elbowing each other with knowing smirks. "I'm feeling a bit ill, so if you’ll all excuse me I think I’ll head off to bed.”
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Chapter 2