Vows

Chapter 10 The Yellow Roses

Sirius banged on the door as Harry and Hermione scrambled to get their clothes back on.

“Be there in a second!” Harry yelled buttoning up his shirt and hooking Hermione up in the back.

Harry opened the door and looked into the face of a chuckling Sirius,
“Sorry for disturbing you, we’ve docked and everyone is waiting for you two.”

They walked up on deck and the crew was there with noisemakers and rice. They were guided into their carriage and in no time were at the Weasley’s.

Mrs. Weasley came out and welcomed them. Mrs. Weasley nabbed Hermione by the arm and brought her to the guest room and sat her down on the very large over stuffed bed and asked,
“Well Hermione you know what to expect I hear,” raising her eye brows and then smiled, “But tonight is still your wedding night and you should still have something special to wear for it. And I think I have something you’ll like.”

From under the bed Mrs. Weasley pulled out a box and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione open it and pulled out a white shiny silk nightgown with tiny silk white roses as straps. The tiny roses turned a pretty yellow when Hermione held it up and Mrs. Weasley laugh quietly.

“What is it?” Hermione asked.

“The roses are turning yellow, which means you’ve started your honeymoon already. How long have you been married?”

“Since this morning,” Hermione replied.

Hermione looked up and saw Harry in the doorway.

Mrs. Weasley got up walking toward Harry
“Married less than then a day and already pregnant with your first child,” she said aloud walking out the door.

Harry’s jaw dropped as Hermione’s did.

Down the hall they heard Mrs. Weasley say loudly,
“We are starting the party in a few minutes. It would be nice if you showed up very soon. Everyone’s hungry and we can’t start without you.”

Harry looked at Hermione and kissed her and said,
“The faster we get down there the faster they’ll drink and within a few hours everyone will be drunk and then we can sneak away up here.”

The newly weds set off down the hall and descending the stairs into the garden. There were mounds of food on all kinds on the tables and everyone started eating as soon as Sirius and Remus said a toast.

Butterbeer, wines, rums and fire whiskey was pouring into glasses. Harry made sure not to drink too much so as not to pass out on his bride. Hermione did the same; She had two glasses of wine.

Everyone was dancing and singing. One by one the boys asked the bride for a dance and while dancing they asked if he could be the child’s godfather, including Sirius and Remus. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny dropped a few hints of wanting to be godmother to Harry and Hermione child.

Harry took his beautiful brides hand from Mr. Weasley and started dancing with her asking,
“So who hasn’t asked to be a godfather or godmother to our unborn child?”

“Everyone’s asked Harry. This child is going to have eight godfathers,” Hermione said.

“You should have heard them earlier,” Harry said with concern in his voice, “They all wanted to have there own godchild from us. They want us to have eight children. They were even asking Mrs. Weasley if there was a potion for having twins.”

“A bit impatient aren’t they,” Hermione commented looking around at her new family.

“They’re just excited, a baby is always good news to this lot. Well if anything were to happen to me they all would look after you and the child, Sirius and Remus talked about it already,” he said looking at his happy guests.

Harry turned to Hermione stroking her cheek gently he said,
“We also have to figure out where we want to live. Sirius doesn’t want us to leave the island. He thinks families should stay together. He wants to add on to the house just for us, our own little place.”

Harry kissed her and added,
“We can talk about it later, towards the end of our honeymoon.”

“Were are we going?” Hermione posed.

“Moon’s island. No one will be there for a few weeks and there’s a nice little house there. I’ll make love to you all night.”

“I liked making love in the garden,” Hermione whispered to him and blushed.

“Well it does have a garden and a nice cottage. Remus just got his supplies, but we’ll get our own. Like honeyed meats,” and he kissed her, “sweet breads and juicy fruits.” Harry held her face and kissed her again more passionately,” and sweet wine to wash away any sorrows.”

He kissed her again and looked around at the festivities going on. Everyone as predicted was drunk or close to it. He tugged Hermione toward the stairs backing away from the party. They both quickly ran up the stairs and down the hall to their room.

They kissed and giggled while undressing themselves. They broke the kiss. Hermione had turned her back to Harry and he placed the nightgown on the bed saying,
“Don’t forget to put this on,” he said as he took his shirt and then his pants off.
Hermione ducked behind a dressing screen, took off the remaining clothes, put the gown on and brushed her hair out.

She stepped out from behind the screen and looked at Harry who was turning down the bed.

He peeked up at her and smiled,
“You look beautiful… my bride…”

Hermione feeling very shy at that moment slowly walked toward her husband her head down, blushing.

Harry stroked her cheek, her face leaded toward his hand like a cat wanting to be petted. He kissed her passionately. His arms went around her waist pulling her against him. Her hands made their way about his neck. Harry’s hand slid up to the back of the neck and pulling her face closer to his and the kiss deepened.

Hermione felt Harry’s hands shifted to remove the last of his clothes.

Harry pulled her towards the bed and the slowly sat down. Harry made his way into the bed as Hermione followed.

Harry’s hard member was against Hermione’s thigh. He kissed and nibbled on her neck sliding the straps off her shoulders peeling off the nightgown down to her breast and then gently licking and sucking on her pink peeks and white soft hills that surround them lifting them to his warm mouth. Hermione let out a moan of pleasure, the first of many times that night as Harry’s wife.

He made his way down to her belly and tongued her navel making her laugh and then making her grasp as her traveled down to her mound and curly hair between her legs.

His tongue once more ventured into an opening and he made Hermione cry out in delight as he dove into her core. When she thought she couldn’t go any higher he gently drove his manhood in her. Making her whimper for a few moments and then sigh.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and she kissed him.

Harry thrust his hard member into his wife’s soft warm body and moaned,
“Oh Hermione I love the feel of being inside you. It’s heaven, my bliss.”

“Take me there with you,” she moaned and with that Harry positioned himself and hoisted Hermione’s hip up high. He plunged into her sending waves though her and making her head tilt back as she cried out in pleasure. He waited until he felt her release and then he came crying her name as he exploded inside her.

Harry fell next to Hermione panting and shiny with sweat. He smiled at her and said, “God you’re as sweaty as me but how is it that can you look so beautiful. You’re amazing.”

“Why you look just as handsome as ever,” Hermione commented and kissed him sweetly pushing his damp hair away from his face.

Harry pulled the covers up over them and kissed her forehead,
“We should get some sleep now, we have a trip to go on to tomorrow and then we have to figure out were to go from there.”

Their body parts overlapped each other’s for a while until Harry kept smelling her hair and neck and took his wife for the second time that night. Hermione half asleep smiled and tried to keep up with him but she was so exhausted with little sleep and emotionally drained she pleaded with him to let her sleep, but sleep she did not get. He had his release when she had hers an hour later. Both of them fatigued with their late night lovemaking. But neither could help feeling wonderfully satisfied and cuddle up to each other.