Coffee and Commitments - 5/5 - All Ages - Adrian/Hermione
Title: Coffee and Commitments (5/5)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
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.
Summary: When people and relationships are changing around you, at least the coffee stays the same. Adrian/Hermione.
Word Count: 1699.
Wednesday morning. Get out of bed. Check reflection in mirror. Hair doesn’t actually look that bad. Love bite on neck. That’ll have to be hidden. Minx. She’ll pay for that. A bit of tickle torture never hurt anyone. Lift up arm. Sniff. Need to take a shower.
A voice broke into Adrian’s chain of thoughts. “Do you spend every morning examining yourself in the mirror?”
He glanced up, seeing Hermione’s reflection in the mirror. She was awake, sitting up in his bed with a smile on her face. She was quite clearly naked and apparently oblivious to the fact that he had a rather nice view of her breasts.
“Three months of shagging and you have to ask that?”
“It’s closer to four and, yes. I find it quite amusing, actually. You’re so predictable.” Hermione stretched her arms above her head; Adrian smirked, watching as her breasts rose with the action. “You get out of bed and head straight to the mirror. It’s the same thing every morning. Have you always been such a vain bastard?”
“Vain, yes. A bastard? Never.” Adrian sniffed in disdain. “I may have to punish you for your impudence.”
She made a scoffing sound and lay back down. “I don’t want to get out of bed.”
“You have to. So do I.” He turned to look at her, ignoring the lusty look that flittered onto her face at the sight of his naked body. Adrian nearly wanted to strike a pose for her, but just cleared his throat instead. “We have to go to this bloody wedding.”
Hermione scowled. “At least you get to wear proper robes. I have to wear a hideous bridesmaid’s dress. In peach. And it’s frilly. I’m going to look like something from the nineteen eighties!” Adrian grinned and Hermione didn’t like that expression one little bit. “Don’t say anything about me having big hair,” she warned, wanting to pull a pillow over her face. Actually, she’d rather go to the wedding wearing a pillowcase than the monstrosity of a dress that she’d been told to wear.
Adrian walked over to the bed, tugging the covers off her. He licked his lips at the sight of her nude body, wishing that they could just spend the day in bed. Sod the dress, I’d rather have her naked any day. “Get up, pet. I’m going to go and have a shower. Join me? I’ll wash your hair for you.”
Biting her lip, Hermione nodded. She took his hand, Adrian helping her up off the bed. “Now,” said Adrian, “as for your punishment, you saucy wench.” He gave her arse a quick swat. “I’m thinking of something along the lines of not letting you wear knickers to the wedding.” He kissed her softly, leading her into the bathroom. “They’d ruin the line of your dress, after all, and we can’t be having that.”
“You’re going to stop me from wearing knickers to Pansy and Ron’s wedding?” Her cheeks reddened slightly at the images her imagination conjured up. It was Adrian’s influence, she decided, him and his dirty mind.
He nodded seriously, turning the shower on. The hiss of the water filled the room and he smiled slyly at her. “It’ll make shagging during the reception a hell of a lot easier.”
“Shagging during the reception?” Hermione repeated, wide-eyed. “What kind of woman do you take me for?”
“One who’s going to look even better than the bride.” He tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “My cousin won’t hold a candle to you.”
Hermione frowned. “You’re just saying that because you want to get into my knickers.”
Grinning, Adrian kissed her. “Ah,” he said, stepping into the shower, hot water sluicing over his broad shoulders, “but therein lies the rub. You won’t be wearing any knickers.”
Pansy narrowed her eyes, watching the couple on the dance floor with a critical gaze. “How long do you give them?” she asked. Ron’s hand gave her knee a squeeze and she half-heartedly slapped it away, not wanting to crease the delicate fabric.
“Until they break up?”
His new wife made a highly disapproving sound. “Please. Don’t be daft. Ade’s got more sense than that. I hope so, anyway.”
“Oh. Right. So, until they get married?” Ron frowned. “I dunno. What’s the normal sort of time for people to meet and get married? It took us less than a year.” He grinned good naturedly. “It’s still weird seeing them together. She used to think he was creepy.”
Pansy nodded in understanding. “It’s the eyes. They used to freak me out when I was little. He just used to stare and me and I’m run from the room crying. He gets them from his mother. Anyway, we’re hardly the most likely couple, are we?”
“Suppose not.”
As Adrian started to lead Hermione away from the dance floor, Pansy made a grab for Ron’s hand. “Come on,” she announced, “we’re going to dance.”
Ron snorted. “That’s not going to happen. I don’t dance. I’m crap.”
Pansy gave him a withering look; Ron faltered under the diminutive woman’s glare. “I just vowed to love you for better or worse, and that includes your dancing skills. We are going to dance. And it is going to be romantic and you are going to enjoy yourself. Do you understand?”
He nodded meekly and Pansy beamed, leaning over to give him a soft kiss. “Excellent.”
Adrian slumped against Hermione with a grunt. He nuzzled her neck, Hermione’s fingers running tenderly through his hair. “I always knew that wedding sex would be great,” he told her.
Hermione lightly slapped his arm. “It’s not even our wedding.” Adrian moved back, setting Hermione back down on the ground. She winced slightly, her back giving a twinge from her position against the wall. Adrian pulled her dress down for her, smoothing the material. Hermione was only vaguely aware of this, her body still buzzing from her climax.
“It’s good practise.” He kissed her, tongue swiping playfully over her lower lip. Resting his forehead against hers, Adrian added, “The wedding hasn’t been too bad, has it?”
“No, it’s been alright I suppose. The happy couple look very… happy. It’s nice.”
Like everything about Ron and Pansy’s relationship, the wedding seemed to have happened at an accelerated speed. For a wedding that had been put together in about two months - Blaise and Ginny were still planning theirs, quibbling over things like napkins and entrées - Ron and Pansy had managed to put together something pretty spectacular. Hermione thought that the ice sculptures weren’t entirely necessary, but Pansy seemed extremely proud of them and she wasn’t about to insult the bride’s taste.
Well. Hermione certainly wouldn’t have chosen her dress. Adrian, however, kept complimenting her and telling her that she looked absolutely stunning. He even went as far as to drag her over to the nearest mirror to show her, although Hermione had a feeling that he was only doing that so that he could look at his own reflection. A little grudgingly, she had to admit that the colour of the dress complimented her complexion. The blush on her cheeks, though, had nothing to do with make-up and everything to do with their second rather illicit tryst of the day.
Still, it was nice to get away from the party, especially as Blaise kept sending rather superior smirks in their direction every time he passed them on the dance floor as if to say to Adrian, I knew you wanted to get into her knickers.
Adrian, however, was secure in the knowledge that Hermione was very much knickerless.
“If we ever do this, I’m personally going to make sure that there aren’t any mirrors or reflective surfaces anywhere. I’ll end up feeling neglected if you’re off chasing after your own reflection all day.”
Adrian made a dismissive sound, affectionately tweaking a lock of her hair. “Of course there won’t be any mirrors. We’re going to get married on a tropical beach. Somewhere I can get a bit of a tan. And you can wear a white bikini. Maybe with a sarong. Lovely. Perhaps even a lei instead of a bouquet. Might leave the flowers to you, though. They’re not really my thing.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise at the confidence of his assertion, as though it were all a foregone conclusion. “You’re planning our wedding already?”
“I have a vague idea of what’s going to happen.” To Hermione, his idea appeared to be anything but vague. “I’m thinking we’ll do it just after the summer season. It’ll still be nice and warm but there won’t be so many people around. We’re going to get a villa with a private pool for the honeymoon. Don’t really want to get tan lines, after all.”
Frowning, Hermione adjusted the neckline of her dress. “You know, you actually need to ask me to marry you.”
Adrian turned her to face him, smoothing down her dress; Hermione reached up, adjusting his tie. “All in good time,” he promised her with a kiss on the nose. “Have to do things in the right order. I haven’t even asked you to move in with me yet.” He wrinkled his nose. “Do I look like I’ve been thoroughly shagged?”
“Yes. And when are you planning to ask me that?”
“Excellent. I’m going to do it later this evening when you’ve had too much to drink and won’t be able to resist me.”
Hermione tugged sharply on his tie. “You’re going to take advantage of me when I’m drunk?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” she mused, “I suppose I have to admire your honesty.”
“That’s me. Honest as the day is long.”
“And modest, too.”
“Indeed. The modesty compliments my handsomeness.” Adrian fingered one of Hermione’s curls. “We should really rejoin the party. People’ll start to notice that we’re missing.” He smirked at her. “People with dirty minds will start to think that we’re off shagging somewhere.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Wherever would they get that idea?” She slipped her hand into his. “So… we’re moving in together? Into your flat?”
“Well, I’ve already told your landlord that you’re moving out, so yeah. Besides, I have better coffee.”
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Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
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.
Summary: When people and relationships are changing around you, at least the coffee stays the same. Adrian/Hermione.
Word Count: 1699.
Wednesday morning. Get out of bed. Check reflection in mirror. Hair doesn’t actually look that bad. Love bite on neck. That’ll have to be hidden. Minx. She’ll pay for that. A bit of tickle torture never hurt anyone. Lift up arm. Sniff. Need to take a shower.
A voice broke into Adrian’s chain of thoughts. “Do you spend every morning examining yourself in the mirror?”
He glanced up, seeing Hermione’s reflection in the mirror. She was awake, sitting up in his bed with a smile on her face. She was quite clearly naked and apparently oblivious to the fact that he had a rather nice view of her breasts.
“Three months of shagging and you have to ask that?”
“It’s closer to four and, yes. I find it quite amusing, actually. You’re so predictable.” Hermione stretched her arms above her head; Adrian smirked, watching as her breasts rose with the action. “You get out of bed and head straight to the mirror. It’s the same thing every morning. Have you always been such a vain bastard?”
“Vain, yes. A bastard? Never.” Adrian sniffed in disdain. “I may have to punish you for your impudence.”
She made a scoffing sound and lay back down. “I don’t want to get out of bed.”
“You have to. So do I.” He turned to look at her, ignoring the lusty look that flittered onto her face at the sight of his naked body. Adrian nearly wanted to strike a pose for her, but just cleared his throat instead. “We have to go to this bloody wedding.”
Hermione scowled. “At least you get to wear proper robes. I have to wear a hideous bridesmaid’s dress. In peach. And it’s frilly. I’m going to look like something from the nineteen eighties!” Adrian grinned and Hermione didn’t like that expression one little bit. “Don’t say anything about me having big hair,” she warned, wanting to pull a pillow over her face. Actually, she’d rather go to the wedding wearing a pillowcase than the monstrosity of a dress that she’d been told to wear.
Adrian walked over to the bed, tugging the covers off her. He licked his lips at the sight of her nude body, wishing that they could just spend the day in bed. Sod the dress, I’d rather have her naked any day. “Get up, pet. I’m going to go and have a shower. Join me? I’ll wash your hair for you.”
Biting her lip, Hermione nodded. She took his hand, Adrian helping her up off the bed. “Now,” said Adrian, “as for your punishment, you saucy wench.” He gave her arse a quick swat. “I’m thinking of something along the lines of not letting you wear knickers to the wedding.” He kissed her softly, leading her into the bathroom. “They’d ruin the line of your dress, after all, and we can’t be having that.”
“You’re going to stop me from wearing knickers to Pansy and Ron’s wedding?” Her cheeks reddened slightly at the images her imagination conjured up. It was Adrian’s influence, she decided, him and his dirty mind.
He nodded seriously, turning the shower on. The hiss of the water filled the room and he smiled slyly at her. “It’ll make shagging during the reception a hell of a lot easier.”
“Shagging during the reception?” Hermione repeated, wide-eyed. “What kind of woman do you take me for?”
“One who’s going to look even better than the bride.” He tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “My cousin won’t hold a candle to you.”
Hermione frowned. “You’re just saying that because you want to get into my knickers.”
Grinning, Adrian kissed her. “Ah,” he said, stepping into the shower, hot water sluicing over his broad shoulders, “but therein lies the rub. You won’t be wearing any knickers.”
Pansy narrowed her eyes, watching the couple on the dance floor with a critical gaze. “How long do you give them?” she asked. Ron’s hand gave her knee a squeeze and she half-heartedly slapped it away, not wanting to crease the delicate fabric.
“Until they break up?”
His new wife made a highly disapproving sound. “Please. Don’t be daft. Ade’s got more sense than that. I hope so, anyway.”
“Oh. Right. So, until they get married?” Ron frowned. “I dunno. What’s the normal sort of time for people to meet and get married? It took us less than a year.” He grinned good naturedly. “It’s still weird seeing them together. She used to think he was creepy.”
Pansy nodded in understanding. “It’s the eyes. They used to freak me out when I was little. He just used to stare and me and I’m run from the room crying. He gets them from his mother. Anyway, we’re hardly the most likely couple, are we?”
“Suppose not.”
As Adrian started to lead Hermione away from the dance floor, Pansy made a grab for Ron’s hand. “Come on,” she announced, “we’re going to dance.”
Ron snorted. “That’s not going to happen. I don’t dance. I’m crap.”
Pansy gave him a withering look; Ron faltered under the diminutive woman’s glare. “I just vowed to love you for better or worse, and that includes your dancing skills. We are going to dance. And it is going to be romantic and you are going to enjoy yourself. Do you understand?”
He nodded meekly and Pansy beamed, leaning over to give him a soft kiss. “Excellent.”
Adrian slumped against Hermione with a grunt. He nuzzled her neck, Hermione’s fingers running tenderly through his hair. “I always knew that wedding sex would be great,” he told her.
Hermione lightly slapped his arm. “It’s not even our wedding.” Adrian moved back, setting Hermione back down on the ground. She winced slightly, her back giving a twinge from her position against the wall. Adrian pulled her dress down for her, smoothing the material. Hermione was only vaguely aware of this, her body still buzzing from her climax.
“It’s good practise.” He kissed her, tongue swiping playfully over her lower lip. Resting his forehead against hers, Adrian added, “The wedding hasn’t been too bad, has it?”
“No, it’s been alright I suppose. The happy couple look very… happy. It’s nice.”
Like everything about Ron and Pansy’s relationship, the wedding seemed to have happened at an accelerated speed. For a wedding that had been put together in about two months - Blaise and Ginny were still planning theirs, quibbling over things like napkins and entrées - Ron and Pansy had managed to put together something pretty spectacular. Hermione thought that the ice sculptures weren’t entirely necessary, but Pansy seemed extremely proud of them and she wasn’t about to insult the bride’s taste.
Well. Hermione certainly wouldn’t have chosen her dress. Adrian, however, kept complimenting her and telling her that she looked absolutely stunning. He even went as far as to drag her over to the nearest mirror to show her, although Hermione had a feeling that he was only doing that so that he could look at his own reflection. A little grudgingly, she had to admit that the colour of the dress complimented her complexion. The blush on her cheeks, though, had nothing to do with make-up and everything to do with their second rather illicit tryst of the day.
Still, it was nice to get away from the party, especially as Blaise kept sending rather superior smirks in their direction every time he passed them on the dance floor as if to say to Adrian, I knew you wanted to get into her knickers.
Adrian, however, was secure in the knowledge that Hermione was very much knickerless.
“If we ever do this, I’m personally going to make sure that there aren’t any mirrors or reflective surfaces anywhere. I’ll end up feeling neglected if you’re off chasing after your own reflection all day.”
Adrian made a dismissive sound, affectionately tweaking a lock of her hair. “Of course there won’t be any mirrors. We’re going to get married on a tropical beach. Somewhere I can get a bit of a tan. And you can wear a white bikini. Maybe with a sarong. Lovely. Perhaps even a lei instead of a bouquet. Might leave the flowers to you, though. They’re not really my thing.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise at the confidence of his assertion, as though it were all a foregone conclusion. “You’re planning our wedding already?”
“I have a vague idea of what’s going to happen.” To Hermione, his idea appeared to be anything but vague. “I’m thinking we’ll do it just after the summer season. It’ll still be nice and warm but there won’t be so many people around. We’re going to get a villa with a private pool for the honeymoon. Don’t really want to get tan lines, after all.”
Frowning, Hermione adjusted the neckline of her dress. “You know, you actually need to ask me to marry you.”
Adrian turned her to face him, smoothing down her dress; Hermione reached up, adjusting his tie. “All in good time,” he promised her with a kiss on the nose. “Have to do things in the right order. I haven’t even asked you to move in with me yet.” He wrinkled his nose. “Do I look like I’ve been thoroughly shagged?”
“Yes. And when are you planning to ask me that?”
“Excellent. I’m going to do it later this evening when you’ve had too much to drink and won’t be able to resist me.”
Hermione tugged sharply on his tie. “You’re going to take advantage of me when I’m drunk?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” she mused, “I suppose I have to admire your honesty.”
“That’s me. Honest as the day is long.”
“And modest, too.”
“Indeed. The modesty compliments my handsomeness.” Adrian fingered one of Hermione’s curls. “We should really rejoin the party. People’ll start to notice that we’re missing.” He smirked at her. “People with dirty minds will start to think that we’re off shagging somewhere.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Wherever would they get that idea?” She slipped her hand into his. “So… we’re moving in together? Into your flat?”
“Well, I’ve already told your landlord that you’re moving out, so yeah. Besides, I have better coffee.”
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