Family Matters: Chapter Ten
Chapter 10
Before they reached the door to Hermione's bedroom, Harry stopped her. As she began to turn toward him, looking puzzled, he swooped her off her feet. "Tradition demands that I carry my bride across the threshold OF DEATH." He kissed her rather thoroughly on the lips as she put her arms around his neck. As he set her down, he began to gently bite his lower lip, because he could see her nipples trying to jump off her breasts in a futile attempt to escape from the story straining slightly against the cloth. With a slight smile, he tenderly captured one with a fishing net between his teeth, and began to gently suck, feeling the cloth wetting in his mouth.
"Harry, couldn't you learn some new foreplay techniques wait?" she moaned quietly.
"Why should I?" he replied, disengaging for a moment, pleased to see that the fabric had gone transparent. "Gods, one of these days I am getting you outdoors in the rain in that dress."
She giggled. "So, when we eventually go somewhere on our honeymoon, should I enter one of those wet T-shirt contests?"
"Wouldn't be fair to the other girls," he replied seriously as he captured the other one and injected a microchip so he could track its behavior in the wild repeated the performance while teasing the first one with his fingers.
When he let go, she looked him in the eyes. “You really do believe that it wouldn’t be fair to the other girls, don’t you?” NO, HE THINKS YOU ARE A HIDEOUS HAG. THAT IS WHY HE COMPLIMENTS YOU ALL THE TIME.
He looked at her, his hands gently grabbing the material of the dress and pulling up as he spoke. “It wouldn’t. You’re the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, and we have some beautiful girls there.” He kept pulling and soon had pulled it over her head, leaving her in only the shoes that she quickly kicked off her feet. “I don’t think putting you up against other women is fair.”
While it sounded like flattery to her, she could see in his eyes that he was stating a simple truth as he saw it. Her heart came into her eyes Ew. That sounds messy. and she flowed into his arms. “Oh Harry, I’ve never felt beautiful before, and then you say things like that. If I didn’t love you before, I’d be falling for you for … oh, Harry, you believe it!” Eurgh. I am going to vomit.
“And maybe someday you will, too. I wish I could let you see yourself through my eyes. Would you like to know when I first started having fantasies about you?” NEVER. HARRY LOVES HER LIKE A SISTER.
“Why do I think you’re going to say the night of the Yule Ball in our fourth year?”
“Because that was it. I looked up the stairs, and there was this … this goddess walking down the stairs.” Actually, as I remember, he was more interested in staring at Cho.
“Harry …” she said, putting her hands on her waist.
Harry watched rapturously as her breasts bounced slightly. Tearing his eyes back to her own, he replied, “I’m serious! Why do you think that date with Parvati went so badly? Because you were staring at Cho. Here I was, staring at my best friend and not understanding all the different feelings running through me? Jealousy, something I came to discover was love, and certainly something making my pants fit a bit oddly.” He grinned and pointed at his outfit. “See? You still do that to me!”
Blah blah blah. More mushiness.
He shucked the jacket and shirt onto the floor and reached down to undo his trousers. She beat him there, and began fumbling with the fastenings. "Aren't I supposed to be the nervous one?" he laughed.
"I think we're both nervous, Harry. This is our first time as a married couple. So? This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Even if the law doesn't see us that way, everyone out there does. And whatever passes for a god out there does too, I suppose." No, I'm pretty sure that God is about to smite your ass. At least, that's what I pray for every night.
He gently removed her hands and placed them in jars filled with formaldehyde finished the job of undoing his trousers, but let her pull them off. She flowed against him again, because she was actually a Naiad now that there was only skin, and he could feel her shiver slightly. “Are you scared, honey?”
She looked into his eyes, and the naked hunger there surprised him. “No, Mister Potter. I’m trying to keep from picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. I want you and I need you, and I’m going to have you.” She blushed furiously. “I wanted to take you out there, I was so worked up.” Kinsfire's attempst at porn are going to put me off sex for life.
I cut the sex scene, because I love you. It's pretty bad--Kinsfire manages to hit just about every bad porn cliche ever.
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She awoke to Harry laying beside her, gently running his hand along the skin of her stomach. “You’re looking forward to the day that you've fattened me up enough to eat me there’s a baby in there, aren’t you?”
“Well, I won’t deny that someday would be nice, but I was actually just admiring your body.” He blushed. “I won’t deny that practising planting a baby WTF IS WITH THIS PLANTING A BABY SHIT? YOU DO NOT PLANT BABIES, YOU CONCEIVE THEM is something I’ve been looking forward to.” He looked over to the clock. “Care to see if anyone is still here at the moment, beloved? I find that exercise makes me hungry and thirsty.”
She looked at him for a long moment, and smiled. Some men would say such a thing to swagger and brag that they had just had sex, Whaaaaa? That makes no sense. but Harry’s statement was simple truth - he was hungry for more than simply her body. She got out of bed, more than a little wobbly, and walked over to her dress. “Harry, my love, I’m going to need to lean on you for a while, I think. I’m a little weak after what you’ve done to me.”
Cut for more nauseating cutesy talk.
Albus stepped forward. “It might interest you to know that this handfasting removed the restrictions on underage magic from the both of you,” he said, his eyes twinkling madly. OH HOW CONVENIENT. “Silencing spells will not cause a sudden inflow of owls to the property.”
“We’re not going to live this down, are we?” Hermione asked wearing her own blush, laughing as the assembled crowd smiled at her and shook their heads ‘no’ in unison.
Ginny giggled at her for a moment. “The question we’re all wondering though, Hermione, is whether he’s any good as a lover? Give us your honest opinion.” The wide grin on Hermione’s face made her laugh even harder. Why is everyone acting like it was their first time? This is beyond stupid.
Snip.
“But if we have the stamina …” he laughed. “Ooh, chocolate pudding!” His eyes took on a wicked look. “I’m just going to nick this one bowl ….” When she looked at him questioningly, he let the lust burning below the surface come into his eyes for just a moment, and she gasped. Kinsfire, your lack of originality makes me angry.
“Oh my, Harry! Where did this horny beast come from?” she whispered in his ear as she pulled him close.
“He was always there. He just expected to die alone and unloved,” STOP FUCKING WHINING. THIS IS NOT THE REAL HARRY POTTER he whispered back. “Thank you for proving him wrong.”
“Harry, you’ve gotten uncharacteristically poeticsappy since we’ve been together. Why is that?”
“I think it’s because … well, maybe it’s … y’know, I’m not really sure. It’s stuff I’d like to have said to you, so now I can.”
“I think you’re also afraid you’ll lose me if you stop saying things poetically. I’m not asking you to stop, but go back to being my Harry, okay? The occasional flowery statement is okay, but too much and I completely lose my appetite it loses its meaning.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m staying, Harry. Don’t worry about that.”
“I guess I just worry. I’ve never really had anything good in my life, Oh? What about Hogwarts? What about Quidditch? What about your FRIENDS? and now that things are turning around, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. You know - Vernon will get off on his charges and Dudley will come after us, especially after learning that we’ve just caused the amount of money coming into the house to drop dramatically. Why are you worried? To paraphrase Hagrid, You're a motherfucking WIZARD, Harry. The Ministry will decide somehow that it’s all my fault and come to snap my wand and kick me out into the Muggle world to live.” He looked into her eyes. “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way on this day of all days, but I am so afraid that I’m going to suddenly wake up in the Dursley house in the second bedroom and discover that this summer has been a dream, and that you and Ron are dating and serious about each other.” Well, that part is canon. He shook his head. “I need cheering up. Shall we adjourn again?” He forced a grin onto his face.
Hermione ties Harry up, and then lets Ginny take a peek. I have no desire to go on living.
“It’s perfect,” Hermione whispered. “Happy fantasizing,” she said as she pulled her head back in and recast the Silencio.
Hedwig had hopped her way over to the edge of the bed, and was looking at Harry in a look that made Hermione think that the owl was amused. Nope, she's just contemplating where to peck you so that it will hurt the most. “Are you laughing at me, girl?” Harry asked with some embarrassment. The owl hopped from one foot to the other.
Hermione reached out and gently pet the owl. “Your feathers are so soft, Hedwig.” Her eyes sparkled. “I wish I had a feather duster this soft to torture Harry with. He’d love it.”
Hedwig looked at Hermione for a moment and held out her wing. “What is it, girl?” Harry asked. Hedwig looked at the two of them again and shook the wing lightly. When neither of them responded, she shook harder, and a single feather detached and began to float to the ground. OH MY GOODNESS I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING. EVEN HEDWIG HAS BEEN SUE-D.
Hermione deep-throats Harry while humming Bach's Minuet in G Minor. When he jizzes ("down her throat," BTW), she orgasms too. This is the worst case of wish fulfillment I've ever read.
As she came to herself again, she heard Harry asking her to move. “Why?” she panted.
“Because you’re just far enough away, and my tongue isn’t long enough,” he laughed, a sound of humour mixed with a little desperation. She moved again, drawing further away from his mouth, which drew a groan of frustration from him. “Please, Hermione? Let me finish my bad porn bingo card show you how much I appreciated that. Please?” he pleaded.
Hermione blows Harry again. Refractory period? What's that?
“Wow,” was all she could say when the kiss broke. “I think I understand what Heinlein meant about Mike’s kissing in Stranger in a Strange Land. You do it too. Wow.” *sniff sniff* Hm. Smells like pepperjack cheese in here. She shook her head, and then smiled and took his hand and placed it over her heart. “Feel that pounding? That was from your kiss, lover.” She stood. So how about that shower?”
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They have sex in the bathtub. I hope you both get microtears on your genitals.
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As he slid out of her, she turned and held him tightly. “Harry, even if it wasn’t required for your safety, I’d marry you all over again. I adore you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you believe that you deserve it.” Why are we supposed to believe that their love is so true and wonderful? So far, all they've talked about it boning.
He kissed her lips gently. “When you say it, Hermione, I begin to. I have to think it’s true. How else would a woman as magnificent as you fall for me? Makes no sense otherwise. I just have to keep that feeling in me when you’re not right there to tell me over and over.” He smiled at her. “I must be worth it, though. After all, you love me.”
She sniffed happily against his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Hermione.”
They have sex again. It is horribly boring.
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