Fic: Trick or Treat
Happy Hallowe'en, everyone! Hope you have an awesome day, however you're celebrating :-)
Title: Trick or Treat
Pairings: Harry/Hermione and Draco/Ginny
Rating: Very NC-17
Summary: Harry and Hermione take the Potterlets trick-or-treating, but it's Harry who ends up getting the best treat of the night.
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.
Notes: A thousand pumpkiny thank yous to my excellent beta aome, and to whimsicalmuse, who gave me the idea for this fic. I decided to set this in the same universe as the one I did for Hallowe'en last year, The Seeker and the Fairy Princess. You don't have to have read that one to read this one, but it will introduce the Potterlets a little better. Feedback is appreciated, as always :-)
There was a flurry of excited activity in the Potter household as the occupants dashed to and fro, getting ready for one of their favourite nights of the year - Hallowe’en.
Five-year-old Noah, with his short black hair that sat messily like his father’s, stood patiently in front of his mother as she picked up his costume. This year he’d decided to go trick-or-treating as a dragon. The Potters had spent part of their summer holiday visiting Charlie Weasley, and the moment Noah had laid eyes on a dragon, he’d been entranced. So Hermione had been far from surprised when Noah decided he wanted to be a dragon; he’d picked the Hungarian Horntail to dress as after he’d found out about his father battling one during the Triwizard Tournament back in his fourth year of school. Hermione helped him step into the black dragon suit she’d lovingly made him, making sure the spiked tail wasn’t caught on anything. She was about to pick up the head, resplendent with bronze horns, when she heard her name being called out in a tone that bordered on desperate.
“Stay here, sweetie,” she said, patting Noah on the head. “Daddy will be here soon to help you finish.”
“Okay, Mummy.”
Hermione got up and went into her four-year-old daughter’s room to find said daughter in the middle of a tantrum.
“Daddy, you are not listening to me! I told you that if we don’t leave the house RIGHT NOW, I’m going to ‘splode!”
Harry, who was on his knees in front of the little girl, let out a long-suffering sigh. “Stop yelling at me, Aurora. You’re not going to explode. I’ve already told you that you have to wait until everyone is ready to go.”
Aurora crossed her arms, her face almost as red as her hair. Green eyes flashed dangerously as she said, “I’m tired of waiting!”
“Enough of the tone and attitude, young lady, or you’ll stay home tonight,” Hermione said as she stepped into the room. “You haven’t even finished putting your costume on properly!”
Aurora promptly burst into tears, sobbing loudly. “I j-just want to go t-twick-or-tweating,” she managed to get out.
Harry drew her into a hug, holding her tightly. “I know you do, pumpkin,” he said, kissing her head. “But you’re just going to have to be patient. We’re going soon, okay?”
Aurora cried some more as she clung to her father, and Hermione waved her little finger at Harry with a smirk. Harry was tempted to offer a finger of his own, but instead settled for childishly sticking his tongue out at her. Their daughter was an absolute handful and they were used to her tantrums, but he could have lived without one today.
“Harry, why don’t you help Noah finish getting his costume on and I’ll help the fairy princess here.” Despite having dressed as a fairy princess last year, Aurora had insisted on dressing as one this year, too, and no amount of cajoling from either parent had made her change her mind. Last year’s costume had been purple; this year’s was an emerald green, to match her eyes. Hermione had, at least, been able to take advantage of the fact that Aurora had outgrown last year’s dress in order to change the colour and styling a little.
It only took Hermione and Harry fifteen more minutes to have both children fully suited and ready to go. Harry, who was already in costume, sat with them on the lounge as they waited impatiently for Hermione to get changed. The kids had been allowed to choose their parents’ costumes this year, so Harry was a vampire and Hermione a Muggle witch. Both outfits had, fortunately, been simple enough to put together. Harry had on black trousers and a white shirt. His hair was slicked back and his face painted white. Hermione had cast a spell to elongate his eye teeth, and had made the tips blood red. Topping it off was a long, black cloak, which he was already in possession of.
Hermione reappeared ten minutes later. She was dressed in a cloak similar to her husband’s that had silvery-red cobwebs all over it, a black, pointy hat decorated with the same cobwebs, a broomstick in hand, and her face painted green. She’d even charmed a wart on the top of her nose to match the character in the book the children had recently read, and they both laughed with delight when they saw her.
“Mummy, Mummy, can I touch it?” Aurora reached out to squeeze Hermione’s nose without waiting for an answer.
“Don’t squeeze too hard, pumpkin, or it will fall off! Okay, are we all ready to go? Grab your bags, then.” Hermione had fashioned their trick-or-treat bags in the shape of a dragon’s egg for Noah and a princess’ crown for Aurora, and it was with much excitement that the children raced to the door. Noah flung it open and they both tumbled out.
“Wait at the bottom step, you two!” Harry called out. He stopped at the front door to look at his wife behind him, taking in her appearance. “I like your cloak,” he said.
A familiar glint appeared in Hermione’s eye, and Harry had the sudden suspicion that she was up to something. “Really?” she all but purred. “I think you’ll like what’s underneath much better.”
She levitated the broomstick at her side and used both hands to open the cloak, revealing what she had on underneath. Harry sucked in a breath as he stared in amazement. Hermione was wearing a red corset, delicately laced up at the front. The very short wrap-around black skirt she was wearing didn’t hide the silky black stockings that were topped with black and gold lace. Harry felt his body start to react to the sight, and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands over those stockings. He could just imagine how her legs would feel, wrapped around him, and it was those thoughts that had him grateful for the loose cloak.
Hermione fastened her cloak back around her again and grabbed her broomstick. “We’d better go,” she said, swanning past him.
Harry shot out a hand to grab her arm. “You’ll pay for this,” he said in a low tone, unable to hide the fact that she’d affected him.
Hermione gave him a quick, hard kiss. “I hope so,” she whispered, before joining the children.
~*~
The kids had a ball as they went from house to house in their village, saying hello to all the neighbours and filling up their bags with sweets. Harry had a hard time staying focused on the task at hand; all he could think of was his wife, who was positively evil for teasing him in such a manner. He was unable to get her alone, even for a second, and it was driving him crazy.
Finally, they ended up at The Burrow, where they joined the Weasleys for their annual Hallowe’en party. All of the Weasley children and grandchildren were there, as well as the various spouses. Draco Malfoy, who had finally made an honest woman of Ginny Weasley before promptly getting her pregnant again, was sitting on a bench with his one-year-old daughter, Audra Grace, on his lap. Her strawberry blonde hair was swept up into tiny pigtails on either side of her hair, and as Harry went over to say hello, he marvelled at just how much she looked like a living, breathing doll: petite and beautiful.
He shook hands with Draco and took Audra for a cuddle, and the little girl smiled at him and tugged at his glasses. She was dressed as a peahen, her miniature white and blue plumage spread out perfectly, thanks to a charm put in place to stop tiny hands plucking all the feathers out. With Draco’s hands now free, Aurora promptly made a beeline for him. Harry had yet to work out why Aurora adored her Uncle Draco so much, but she did, climbing up into his lap and demanding lots of kisses and all of his attention.
He handed Audra off with a kiss to Ron when he noticed Hermione go inside alone. He followed her in and caught her in the large pantry, getting something for Molly. Before she could say anything, he caught her wrist and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall in the semi-darkness, the only light in the room coming from a few candles that hovered high near the ceiling.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” he demanded of her, insinuating himself between her legs.
Hermione kicked one leg free of her cloak and wrapped it around his thigh, moving her foot up and down his leg. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, widening her eyes innocently.
Harry growled. “Oh, yes you do,” he muttered. “Do you know how hard it’s been to walk around all night with this?” Just so Hermione was left with no doubt as to what, exactly, he was talking about, he pressed against her so she could feel his erection.
“Awww, poor baby,” Hermione said teasingly. “I can’t help you out with that right now, I’m afraid.”
Harry kissed her hard, slipping his tongue in her mouth. Hermione moaned and tried to wrap both her legs around him, but couldn’t quite manage it because of their somewhat awkward position.
“I want to fuck you right now,” Harry whispered as they both gasped for breath. “You’ve got me so hard I can barely speak.”
Hermione responded by snaking her arms around his neck and kissing him frantically, as Harry started to unconsciously rock against her, his hand trailing up her thigh to play with the lace of her stocking.
It could have been so easy, but common sense eventually prevailed and Hermione reluctantly pushed Harry away. “We can’t, not here,” she said, trying to get her breath back. “But when we get home, I’ll make it better, I promise.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Harry said, kissing her one last time. They took a few moments to rearrange themselves and then stepped back out into the kitchen, Hermione with jar in hand for Molly. She took one look at Harry’s face and couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’ve got a green mouth and nose - come here.”
Harry grinned at her. “You have a bit of white on yours, too.” They both laughed, and a few quick waves of Hermione’s wand got rid of it.
~*~
Molly Weasley put on one of her famous spreads and all of the children at least got to eat a proper meal before tucking into their sweets, since their trick-or-treating had been done late in the afternoon, rather than the evening. The mood was light and full of good cheer, and everyone was pleased for the opportunity to catch up with the extended family. One by one, each family eventually drifted off home, Draco and Ginny being the first because they had the youngest child and because Ginny was tired. Harry and Hermione said their thank yous and goodbyes once they noticed their pair start to drift off to sleep, and it didn’t take long for them to be tucked into bed, with murmurs of love and lots of kisses from their parents.
As Harry checked the children one last time, Hermione disappeared into the bathroom to get rid of the wart and green paint with a removal charm, and quickly wash her face. Once that was done, she went back into their bedroom to find her husband sprawled on his back, waiting for her. He’d already taken off his cloak and shoes, changed his teeth back to normal and removed the white paint, but he was still dressed. Not that his trousers did much to hide the very obvious erection.
Hermione threw off her cloak and kicked off her shoes, leaving her on display in the corset, skirt, and stockings. She climbed onto the bed on all fours and stalked towards Harry until she reached his lap. Sitting down on the top of his thighs, she stroked the bulge lightly.
“So, Harry,” she said breathlessly. “Trick or treat?”
Harry sat up and kissed her neck, lifting her hair out of the way. “I think I’ve earned a treat for my patience tonight, don’t you? Although you, Mrs. Potter, deserve a trick for being such a tease.”
Hermione didn’t answer, too busy concentrating on her task. She undid Harry’s belt, then pulled his zipper down just far enough for her to slide her hand inside to wrap around him. He groaned as she stroked him a few times before pulling her hand out.
“Off,” she said, tugging at his clothes. “Right now.” Together they stripped him quickly, in between hot, demanding kisses, and Hermione pushed him back so that he was lying back down on the bed.
Without preamble, she leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around in a manner that had his eyes closing. All Harry could manage to utter was an incoherent moan, which encouraged Hermione further. She started to lick him, up and down, up and down, continuing to swirl her tongue around the head. Harry hadn’t thought it possible to be harder than he’d already been all night, but the feel of Hermione’s tongue drove him swiftly to the edge. She stopped before he could come, recognising the change in his breathing, and sat up above him, toying with the top of her corset.
“Want to untie me?”
Harry couldn’t undo it fast enough. He unlaced her corset, tugging on the red ribbons that held it together, and spread it open to reveal her breasts. He leaned in and licked one nipple, then the other, as Hermione moaned and wriggled in his arms.
“Lie down,” Harry commanded, and Hermione complied without question. Finally, he could touch her properly. He pushed the corset off the bed and ran his hands up her legs, revelling in the feel of the silk underneath his fingers. He let his fingers drift underneath her skirt, and was surprised by what he felt underneath - or rather, didn’t feel.
“No knickers, Mrs. Potter?” he gasped as he caressed her.
Hermione lifted her hips towards him. “No,” she managed to grind out. She was no longer the one doing the teasing and she couldn’t stand much more of it. “Harry!”
He grinned down at her and tugged at the skirt, commanding her to lift up her hips so he could peel it off and throw it onto the ground with her corset. Running his fingers around the edge of her stockings, Harry considered taking them off, too, but decided to leave them on for now. He pushed her legs open properly before dipping his head and letting his tongue work a different kind of magic on her. As soon as she felt his mouth on her, she closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations coursing through her. Harry knew exactly what to do to coax a response out of her, and it wasn’t long before Hermione felt her orgasm building.
“Harry, no,” she gasped. “I’m going to…” She couldn’t speak anymore as he slid two fingers into her.
“Come,” Harry said, and as he licked her swollen clit, she did just that. Harry straightened up and entered her as she was still shaking, and Hermione couldn’t breathe properly as he held her hips against his. He waited until she’d caught her breath, and then he started to move, slowly at first, easy, smooth strokes. He soon leaned over her, her arms and legs wrapping around him, and together they moved in a rhythm they’d long perfected with years of practice. Harry managed to bring Hermione close to orgasm again, but this time he extracted a little revenge and withdrew at the last moment.
He flipped them over and lay back, giving Hermione control. She sat astride him and reached down to hold him steady while she slid back down onto him, taking all of him inside her. His hands moved over her body, up the silk on her legs, over her creamy, soft skin, until he reached her breasts, which he cupped. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as she rode him, and Hermione had to grasp his forearms to keep herself moving. Harry loved watching his wife above him, her body melting into his so he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. The incredible connection they had always slayed him.
“More,” Hermione murmured as his fingers rubbed slow, teasing circles around her nipples. “I want more.”
Harry lifted her up off him and told her to get on her hands and knees. He got up on his knees behind her and then pushed himself back into her. They both groaned, the position allowing him to penetrate her more deeply than before. He thrust slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t control himself. He paused for a moment while buried inside Hermione to lean over her, one hand on the bed next to hers and the other reaching around to caress her clit. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, any part of her skin that he could reach as he started moving inside her again. Hermione pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, and suddenly she came again, clenching around him, wailing loudly as her body shook underneath his. That was it all took for Harry to follow suit, pushing forward one final time as he came inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed, into each other’s arms, as they panted and breathed deeply. “Harry,” Hermione murmured. “Sweetheart, the curtains are on fire again.”
Harry grabbed his wand off the bedside table and extinguished the fire with a wave and a word. It wasn’t the first time that something had caught fire when they’d made love; the loss of control over their magic when they were in the heat of the moment was common, especially with the two of them being who they were, and they often broke or burned something with their uncontrolled magic. Fortunately, it had never been anything they couldn’t fix afterwards, but they always kept their wands at the ready.
“Fixed,” Harry said, feeling completely sated and slightly sleepy.
“That was marvellous,” Hermione said, the satisfaction in her voice obvious. “I should tease you like that more often.”
“No, you shouldn’t, woman,” Harry closed his eyes and sighed happily. “That was cruel. You made me wait hours.”
Hermione grinned and slid her fingers over his torso and abdomen, and down to wrap around him. “Didn’t hear you complain much.”
“Oi, leave him alone,” Harry said, removing her hand and weaving his fingers through hers. “We all need some sleep after that!”
Hermione laughed. “You’re getting old, you know,” she teased. “I remember nights where you could go three and four times with just a rest in between.”
Harry opened an eye and looked at her. “That was when we didn’t have two children, my love.” He reached out to smooth her hair away from her face. “You really ready to go again?”
“No, of course not,” Hermione said, stifling a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
Harry laughed and made himself get up so he could at least put on some boxers and a t-shirt, in case they had little visitors during the night. “Witch,” he said.
Hermione did the same, peeling her stockings off and throwing on a pair of Harry’s pyjamas that were too big but very comfortable. “You love me,” she said, settling into bed under the covers.
“More than anything else in the world,” Harry agreed. Hermione propped herself up long enough to kiss him thoroughly, then settled back into his arms and fell asleep.
He watched her for a few minutes, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and then took off his glasses and followed her into slumber.
~*~
Six weeks later
It was Christmas time in the Potter household, and Harry and Hermione had finally managed to get their offspring to sleep so they could finish wrapping a few presents.
Sitting in their bed opposite Hermione, Harry looked around and counted the number of gaily wrapped gifts, trying to figure out if there were any missing. “I think we’re done now,” he said.
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. “Not quite,” she said. She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a small bag, which she sat in front of her. Reaching into it, she pulled out two items, which Harry realised were little t-shirts.
“One more present for the kids?”
Hermione nodded. “I wanted to show them to you before I wrapped them,” she said. She unfolded the first one, which was light blue with dark blue trim. “This is for Noah, obviously,” she said, laying it out on the bed in the space between them. Harry looked at it and saw it had the words ‘Big Brother’ written on it. He was a bit puzzled by it, because Noah had been a big brother for four years now.
“What--” But the words died in his throat as Hermione laid out the light pink t-shirt with dark pink trim for Aurora. He stared at the words printed on it. “Big sister,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He looked up at his wife in amazement. “You’re pregnant again?”
Hermione beamed at him and nodded. “Remember Hallowe’en night?”
“God, how could I forget?” The memory of their incredible lovemaking was forever etched in his mind.
“I did some calculations and worked out that I conceived that night.”
“How long have you known?”
“Just a few days, that’s all. I wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m surprised,” Harry admitted, but surprise soon gave way to joy. “But I’m also thrilled.” He held out his arms and she brushed the t-shirts aside before throwing herself at him. They kissed excitedly and Harry reached down to rest his hand on her stomach, even though there was nothing to feel at this early stage. “Another baby,” he said softly. “How wonderful.”
“Merry Christmas, my husband,” Hermione said, kissing him again.
Harry laid her down on the bed carefully and pulled her shirt up so he could kiss her belly, which he did so tenderly that Hermione had tears in her eyes when he stretched out next to her.
“I love you, Mrs. Potter,” he said. “Thank you for giving me the best treat of all.” And then he kissed her.
Title: Trick or Treat
Pairings: Harry/Hermione and Draco/Ginny
Rating: Very NC-17
Summary: Harry and Hermione take the Potterlets trick-or-treating, but it's Harry who ends up getting the best treat of the night.
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.
Notes: A thousand pumpkiny thank yous to my excellent beta aome, and to whimsicalmuse, who gave me the idea for this fic. I decided to set this in the same universe as the one I did for Hallowe'en last year, The Seeker and the Fairy Princess. You don't have to have read that one to read this one, but it will introduce the Potterlets a little better. Feedback is appreciated, as always :-)
There was a flurry of excited activity in the Potter household as the occupants dashed to and fro, getting ready for one of their favourite nights of the year - Hallowe’en.
Five-year-old Noah, with his short black hair that sat messily like his father’s, stood patiently in front of his mother as she picked up his costume. This year he’d decided to go trick-or-treating as a dragon. The Potters had spent part of their summer holiday visiting Charlie Weasley, and the moment Noah had laid eyes on a dragon, he’d been entranced. So Hermione had been far from surprised when Noah decided he wanted to be a dragon; he’d picked the Hungarian Horntail to dress as after he’d found out about his father battling one during the Triwizard Tournament back in his fourth year of school. Hermione helped him step into the black dragon suit she’d lovingly made him, making sure the spiked tail wasn’t caught on anything. She was about to pick up the head, resplendent with bronze horns, when she heard her name being called out in a tone that bordered on desperate.
“Stay here, sweetie,” she said, patting Noah on the head. “Daddy will be here soon to help you finish.”
“Okay, Mummy.”
Hermione got up and went into her four-year-old daughter’s room to find said daughter in the middle of a tantrum.
“Daddy, you are not listening to me! I told you that if we don’t leave the house RIGHT NOW, I’m going to ‘splode!”
Harry, who was on his knees in front of the little girl, let out a long-suffering sigh. “Stop yelling at me, Aurora. You’re not going to explode. I’ve already told you that you have to wait until everyone is ready to go.”
Aurora crossed her arms, her face almost as red as her hair. Green eyes flashed dangerously as she said, “I’m tired of waiting!”
“Enough of the tone and attitude, young lady, or you’ll stay home tonight,” Hermione said as she stepped into the room. “You haven’t even finished putting your costume on properly!”
Aurora promptly burst into tears, sobbing loudly. “I j-just want to go t-twick-or-tweating,” she managed to get out.
Harry drew her into a hug, holding her tightly. “I know you do, pumpkin,” he said, kissing her head. “But you’re just going to have to be patient. We’re going soon, okay?”
Aurora cried some more as she clung to her father, and Hermione waved her little finger at Harry with a smirk. Harry was tempted to offer a finger of his own, but instead settled for childishly sticking his tongue out at her. Their daughter was an absolute handful and they were used to her tantrums, but he could have lived without one today.
“Harry, why don’t you help Noah finish getting his costume on and I’ll help the fairy princess here.” Despite having dressed as a fairy princess last year, Aurora had insisted on dressing as one this year, too, and no amount of cajoling from either parent had made her change her mind. Last year’s costume had been purple; this year’s was an emerald green, to match her eyes. Hermione had, at least, been able to take advantage of the fact that Aurora had outgrown last year’s dress in order to change the colour and styling a little.
It only took Hermione and Harry fifteen more minutes to have both children fully suited and ready to go. Harry, who was already in costume, sat with them on the lounge as they waited impatiently for Hermione to get changed. The kids had been allowed to choose their parents’ costumes this year, so Harry was a vampire and Hermione a Muggle witch. Both outfits had, fortunately, been simple enough to put together. Harry had on black trousers and a white shirt. His hair was slicked back and his face painted white. Hermione had cast a spell to elongate his eye teeth, and had made the tips blood red. Topping it off was a long, black cloak, which he was already in possession of.
Hermione reappeared ten minutes later. She was dressed in a cloak similar to her husband’s that had silvery-red cobwebs all over it, a black, pointy hat decorated with the same cobwebs, a broomstick in hand, and her face painted green. She’d even charmed a wart on the top of her nose to match the character in the book the children had recently read, and they both laughed with delight when they saw her.
“Mummy, Mummy, can I touch it?” Aurora reached out to squeeze Hermione’s nose without waiting for an answer.
“Don’t squeeze too hard, pumpkin, or it will fall off! Okay, are we all ready to go? Grab your bags, then.” Hermione had fashioned their trick-or-treat bags in the shape of a dragon’s egg for Noah and a princess’ crown for Aurora, and it was with much excitement that the children raced to the door. Noah flung it open and they both tumbled out.
“Wait at the bottom step, you two!” Harry called out. He stopped at the front door to look at his wife behind him, taking in her appearance. “I like your cloak,” he said.
A familiar glint appeared in Hermione’s eye, and Harry had the sudden suspicion that she was up to something. “Really?” she all but purred. “I think you’ll like what’s underneath much better.”
She levitated the broomstick at her side and used both hands to open the cloak, revealing what she had on underneath. Harry sucked in a breath as he stared in amazement. Hermione was wearing a red corset, delicately laced up at the front. The very short wrap-around black skirt she was wearing didn’t hide the silky black stockings that were topped with black and gold lace. Harry felt his body start to react to the sight, and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands over those stockings. He could just imagine how her legs would feel, wrapped around him, and it was those thoughts that had him grateful for the loose cloak.
Hermione fastened her cloak back around her again and grabbed her broomstick. “We’d better go,” she said, swanning past him.
Harry shot out a hand to grab her arm. “You’ll pay for this,” he said in a low tone, unable to hide the fact that she’d affected him.
Hermione gave him a quick, hard kiss. “I hope so,” she whispered, before joining the children.
~*~
The kids had a ball as they went from house to house in their village, saying hello to all the neighbours and filling up their bags with sweets. Harry had a hard time staying focused on the task at hand; all he could think of was his wife, who was positively evil for teasing him in such a manner. He was unable to get her alone, even for a second, and it was driving him crazy.
Finally, they ended up at The Burrow, where they joined the Weasleys for their annual Hallowe’en party. All of the Weasley children and grandchildren were there, as well as the various spouses. Draco Malfoy, who had finally made an honest woman of Ginny Weasley before promptly getting her pregnant again, was sitting on a bench with his one-year-old daughter, Audra Grace, on his lap. Her strawberry blonde hair was swept up into tiny pigtails on either side of her hair, and as Harry went over to say hello, he marvelled at just how much she looked like a living, breathing doll: petite and beautiful.
He shook hands with Draco and took Audra for a cuddle, and the little girl smiled at him and tugged at his glasses. She was dressed as a peahen, her miniature white and blue plumage spread out perfectly, thanks to a charm put in place to stop tiny hands plucking all the feathers out. With Draco’s hands now free, Aurora promptly made a beeline for him. Harry had yet to work out why Aurora adored her Uncle Draco so much, but she did, climbing up into his lap and demanding lots of kisses and all of his attention.
He handed Audra off with a kiss to Ron when he noticed Hermione go inside alone. He followed her in and caught her in the large pantry, getting something for Molly. Before she could say anything, he caught her wrist and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall in the semi-darkness, the only light in the room coming from a few candles that hovered high near the ceiling.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” he demanded of her, insinuating himself between her legs.
Hermione kicked one leg free of her cloak and wrapped it around his thigh, moving her foot up and down his leg. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, widening her eyes innocently.
Harry growled. “Oh, yes you do,” he muttered. “Do you know how hard it’s been to walk around all night with this?” Just so Hermione was left with no doubt as to what, exactly, he was talking about, he pressed against her so she could feel his erection.
“Awww, poor baby,” Hermione said teasingly. “I can’t help you out with that right now, I’m afraid.”
Harry kissed her hard, slipping his tongue in her mouth. Hermione moaned and tried to wrap both her legs around him, but couldn’t quite manage it because of their somewhat awkward position.
“I want to fuck you right now,” Harry whispered as they both gasped for breath. “You’ve got me so hard I can barely speak.”
Hermione responded by snaking her arms around his neck and kissing him frantically, as Harry started to unconsciously rock against her, his hand trailing up her thigh to play with the lace of her stocking.
It could have been so easy, but common sense eventually prevailed and Hermione reluctantly pushed Harry away. “We can’t, not here,” she said, trying to get her breath back. “But when we get home, I’ll make it better, I promise.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Harry said, kissing her one last time. They took a few moments to rearrange themselves and then stepped back out into the kitchen, Hermione with jar in hand for Molly. She took one look at Harry’s face and couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’ve got a green mouth and nose - come here.”
Harry grinned at her. “You have a bit of white on yours, too.” They both laughed, and a few quick waves of Hermione’s wand got rid of it.
~*~
Molly Weasley put on one of her famous spreads and all of the children at least got to eat a proper meal before tucking into their sweets, since their trick-or-treating had been done late in the afternoon, rather than the evening. The mood was light and full of good cheer, and everyone was pleased for the opportunity to catch up with the extended family. One by one, each family eventually drifted off home, Draco and Ginny being the first because they had the youngest child and because Ginny was tired. Harry and Hermione said their thank yous and goodbyes once they noticed their pair start to drift off to sleep, and it didn’t take long for them to be tucked into bed, with murmurs of love and lots of kisses from their parents.
As Harry checked the children one last time, Hermione disappeared into the bathroom to get rid of the wart and green paint with a removal charm, and quickly wash her face. Once that was done, she went back into their bedroom to find her husband sprawled on his back, waiting for her. He’d already taken off his cloak and shoes, changed his teeth back to normal and removed the white paint, but he was still dressed. Not that his trousers did much to hide the very obvious erection.
Hermione threw off her cloak and kicked off her shoes, leaving her on display in the corset, skirt, and stockings. She climbed onto the bed on all fours and stalked towards Harry until she reached his lap. Sitting down on the top of his thighs, she stroked the bulge lightly.
“So, Harry,” she said breathlessly. “Trick or treat?”
Harry sat up and kissed her neck, lifting her hair out of the way. “I think I’ve earned a treat for my patience tonight, don’t you? Although you, Mrs. Potter, deserve a trick for being such a tease.”
Hermione didn’t answer, too busy concentrating on her task. She undid Harry’s belt, then pulled his zipper down just far enough for her to slide her hand inside to wrap around him. He groaned as she stroked him a few times before pulling her hand out.
“Off,” she said, tugging at his clothes. “Right now.” Together they stripped him quickly, in between hot, demanding kisses, and Hermione pushed him back so that he was lying back down on the bed.
Without preamble, she leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around in a manner that had his eyes closing. All Harry could manage to utter was an incoherent moan, which encouraged Hermione further. She started to lick him, up and down, up and down, continuing to swirl her tongue around the head. Harry hadn’t thought it possible to be harder than he’d already been all night, but the feel of Hermione’s tongue drove him swiftly to the edge. She stopped before he could come, recognising the change in his breathing, and sat up above him, toying with the top of her corset.
“Want to untie me?”
Harry couldn’t undo it fast enough. He unlaced her corset, tugging on the red ribbons that held it together, and spread it open to reveal her breasts. He leaned in and licked one nipple, then the other, as Hermione moaned and wriggled in his arms.
“Lie down,” Harry commanded, and Hermione complied without question. Finally, he could touch her properly. He pushed the corset off the bed and ran his hands up her legs, revelling in the feel of the silk underneath his fingers. He let his fingers drift underneath her skirt, and was surprised by what he felt underneath - or rather, didn’t feel.
“No knickers, Mrs. Potter?” he gasped as he caressed her.
Hermione lifted her hips towards him. “No,” she managed to grind out. She was no longer the one doing the teasing and she couldn’t stand much more of it. “Harry!”
He grinned down at her and tugged at the skirt, commanding her to lift up her hips so he could peel it off and throw it onto the ground with her corset. Running his fingers around the edge of her stockings, Harry considered taking them off, too, but decided to leave them on for now. He pushed her legs open properly before dipping his head and letting his tongue work a different kind of magic on her. As soon as she felt his mouth on her, she closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations coursing through her. Harry knew exactly what to do to coax a response out of her, and it wasn’t long before Hermione felt her orgasm building.
“Harry, no,” she gasped. “I’m going to…” She couldn’t speak anymore as he slid two fingers into her.
“Come,” Harry said, and as he licked her swollen clit, she did just that. Harry straightened up and entered her as she was still shaking, and Hermione couldn’t breathe properly as he held her hips against his. He waited until she’d caught her breath, and then he started to move, slowly at first, easy, smooth strokes. He soon leaned over her, her arms and legs wrapping around him, and together they moved in a rhythm they’d long perfected with years of practice. Harry managed to bring Hermione close to orgasm again, but this time he extracted a little revenge and withdrew at the last moment.
He flipped them over and lay back, giving Hermione control. She sat astride him and reached down to hold him steady while she slid back down onto him, taking all of him inside her. His hands moved over her body, up the silk on her legs, over her creamy, soft skin, until he reached her breasts, which he cupped. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as she rode him, and Hermione had to grasp his forearms to keep herself moving. Harry loved watching his wife above him, her body melting into his so he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. The incredible connection they had always slayed him.
“More,” Hermione murmured as his fingers rubbed slow, teasing circles around her nipples. “I want more.”
Harry lifted her up off him and told her to get on her hands and knees. He got up on his knees behind her and then pushed himself back into her. They both groaned, the position allowing him to penetrate her more deeply than before. He thrust slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t control himself. He paused for a moment while buried inside Hermione to lean over her, one hand on the bed next to hers and the other reaching around to caress her clit. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, any part of her skin that he could reach as he started moving inside her again. Hermione pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, and suddenly she came again, clenching around him, wailing loudly as her body shook underneath his. That was it all took for Harry to follow suit, pushing forward one final time as he came inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed, into each other’s arms, as they panted and breathed deeply. “Harry,” Hermione murmured. “Sweetheart, the curtains are on fire again.”
Harry grabbed his wand off the bedside table and extinguished the fire with a wave and a word. It wasn’t the first time that something had caught fire when they’d made love; the loss of control over their magic when they were in the heat of the moment was common, especially with the two of them being who they were, and they often broke or burned something with their uncontrolled magic. Fortunately, it had never been anything they couldn’t fix afterwards, but they always kept their wands at the ready.
“Fixed,” Harry said, feeling completely sated and slightly sleepy.
“That was marvellous,” Hermione said, the satisfaction in her voice obvious. “I should tease you like that more often.”
“No, you shouldn’t, woman,” Harry closed his eyes and sighed happily. “That was cruel. You made me wait hours.”
Hermione grinned and slid her fingers over his torso and abdomen, and down to wrap around him. “Didn’t hear you complain much.”
“Oi, leave him alone,” Harry said, removing her hand and weaving his fingers through hers. “We all need some sleep after that!”
Hermione laughed. “You’re getting old, you know,” she teased. “I remember nights where you could go three and four times with just a rest in between.”
Harry opened an eye and looked at her. “That was when we didn’t have two children, my love.” He reached out to smooth her hair away from her face. “You really ready to go again?”
“No, of course not,” Hermione said, stifling a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
Harry laughed and made himself get up so he could at least put on some boxers and a t-shirt, in case they had little visitors during the night. “Witch,” he said.
Hermione did the same, peeling her stockings off and throwing on a pair of Harry’s pyjamas that were too big but very comfortable. “You love me,” she said, settling into bed under the covers.
“More than anything else in the world,” Harry agreed. Hermione propped herself up long enough to kiss him thoroughly, then settled back into his arms and fell asleep.
He watched her for a few minutes, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and then took off his glasses and followed her into slumber.
~*~
Six weeks later
It was Christmas time in the Potter household, and Harry and Hermione had finally managed to get their offspring to sleep so they could finish wrapping a few presents.
Sitting in their bed opposite Hermione, Harry looked around and counted the number of gaily wrapped gifts, trying to figure out if there were any missing. “I think we’re done now,” he said.
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. “Not quite,” she said. She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a small bag, which she sat in front of her. Reaching into it, she pulled out two items, which Harry realised were little t-shirts.
“One more present for the kids?”
Hermione nodded. “I wanted to show them to you before I wrapped them,” she said. She unfolded the first one, which was light blue with dark blue trim. “This is for Noah, obviously,” she said, laying it out on the bed in the space between them. Harry looked at it and saw it had the words ‘Big Brother’ written on it. He was a bit puzzled by it, because Noah had been a big brother for four years now.
“What--” But the words died in his throat as Hermione laid out the light pink t-shirt with dark pink trim for Aurora. He stared at the words printed on it. “Big sister,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He looked up at his wife in amazement. “You’re pregnant again?”
Hermione beamed at him and nodded. “Remember Hallowe’en night?”
“God, how could I forget?” The memory of their incredible lovemaking was forever etched in his mind.
“I did some calculations and worked out that I conceived that night.”
“How long have you known?”
“Just a few days, that’s all. I wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m surprised,” Harry admitted, but surprise soon gave way to joy. “But I’m also thrilled.” He held out his arms and she brushed the t-shirts aside before throwing herself at him. They kissed excitedly and Harry reached down to rest his hand on her stomach, even though there was nothing to feel at this early stage. “Another baby,” he said softly. “How wonderful.”
“Merry Christmas, my husband,” Hermione said, kissing him again.
Harry laid her down on the bed carefully and pulled her shirt up so he could kiss her belly, which he did so tenderly that Hermione had tears in her eyes when he stretched out next to her.
“I love you, Mrs. Potter,” he said. “Thank you for giving me the best treat of all.” And then he kissed her.