Time Alone With Herself

"If you're not going to go back to school, then at least take the N.E.W.T.s." Hermione said one night over the dinner table.

"Why?" Harry asked, purposely dropping his fork. "I've been made a first string Seeker for Puddlemere. How's taking a test going to help me with Quidditch?"

It had been the same argument for the last few nights. Hermione had gotten words that Ron Weasley had received a high NEWTs score and he was looking at a job with the Ministry. She had always wanted to work with the Ministry of Magic, but she had to put those plans on hold because of the baby. That didn't mean she had to give up on it completely. When she wasn't taking care of Nicholas, cooking, cleaning or having sex, she was studying magical law. She wanted to continue her work with SPEW, the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, and the best way to do that would be to get a job with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She thought that if enough good and decent people worked for the Ministry, they could stamp out all of the old corruption.

And, as expected, Hermione received a perfect score on her NEWTs. With great credentials and a letter of recommendation from Professor McGonagall, it was easy for her to negotiate for a part time position with the Ministry, with full time responsibilities and benefits. She would work full time when Harry was at home during the Quidditch off season, and part time the rest of the year. It wasn't about the money, Harry had enough saved away in Gringott’s to last them a few years, she just wanted to do something more with her life than being just a house wife.

When she finally got the job, they decided they needed to celebrate. It had been a while since they seen their old friends and it would be nice to get out of the house for a night and have some fun. Hermione sent an owl to all the old DA members and reserved a party room at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade village. The party room was upstairs of the bar and allow for them to have enough room for all their friends, without drawing the attention of the newspapers or tabloids.

While Hermione went to go talk to the owner of the Three Broomsticks, Harry decided to wonder around town for a while, popping in to Honeydukes and Zonko's Joke Shop to kill time. It was strange coming back to Zonko's as an adult. All of the restricted items that he so desperately needed as a student seemed stupid and pointless to him now. He picked up a Fanged Frisbee and examined it, laughing to himself over how dangerous they were and how he had tried so hard to smuggle one in to Hogwarts. If he had snuck one in a chucked it at Malfoy's head like he had planned, he could have very well been expelled. As he turned to leave, he noticed an archway he hadn't noticed before. It looked as if it had always been there, but he was sure it wasn't, and from the sign above the door he knew why.

Adults Only - If you can read this, then you're old enough.

He had stumbled in to the adult section of the joke shop. As he walked though the enchanted archway, he felt that same rush of excitement he had felt as a kid walking through the door to the normal part of the joke shop. There were magical dildos and vibrators that throbbed and wiggled on the shelves. There were potions and tonics that smelled sweet and damp, like sex on a hot night. Everywhere he looked there were magical moving pictures of couples having strange and kinky sex, some were on labels, and others were just posters on the wall. There were also whips, chains, handcuffs, life like sex dolls, body enhancing potions and even cauldrons that were filled with what looked like semen.

"Find anything that fits your fancy?" Hermione asked out of nowhere, making Harry jump.

Once Harry finally caught his breath, he picked up a small vile and showed it to her. "Flavored breast milk. It might be a nice change for Nicholas, and I wouldn't mind trying it myself."

She grabbed the vile out of his hands and rolled her eyes. "I don't think it would be a good idea to give a baby something that's intended for an adult."

"Well then, how about just the adult?" he grinned, giving her ear a playful nibble.

"We'll see." She said harshly, but kept the vile in her hand.

They browsed the rest of the store together, Harry pointing out all of the strange things he had found. When they got to the cauldron full of semen, Hermione quickly changed the focus to something else, deciding to never tell him about her little encounter with that one. It was comforting to know that they trusted each other enough to be able to walk through such an embarrassing place together. They picked out a few more things before heading to the register. A box of scented massage oils, a box of aphrodisiac infused chocolates and a pair or cat ears that makes who ever wears them purr and meow like a cat. The clerk’s eyes light up when they saw Harry's lighting shaped scar and Harry had to slip him a handful of galleons to keep him quiet about seeing the famous Harry Potter in a sex shop.

"Bloody git!" Harry spat once they got outside.

Hermione felt bad, but she was used to it by now. Being married to a famous person did have its downsides. Quickly trying to change the subject, she tore the cat ears out of the many layers of their discreet package and put them on, saying, "Oh come on, we wouldn't have these if it wasn't for him, nya."

"Nya?" Harry repeated.

"Nya nya." She replied, licking her hand like a paw and wiggling her butt like a tail.

He quickly snatched them off of her head, hopping no one saw his wife acting crazy or the erection in his pants. "God, I can't wait to get you home."

"Why wait?" She asked, popping a chocolate in to her mouth.

The effects were immediate. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breathing grew heavy and shallow, her body shuddered and started feeling warm. She tried to give Harry a piece of the chocolate but he smacked it away, they couldn't both be under the influence or they end up in trouble. He quickly dragged her behind the nearest building and made sure no one else was around.

"Quick." He whispered. "Give me the box. There has to be some directions on how to reverse the spell."

There was, but Harry didn't like them. It was written in plain text, the spell will wear off after the user reaches orgasm. He cursed under his breath, making a small bush burst in to flames.

"Hey... Harry." Hermione called out, drunk with seduction. "Do you know where we are?"

It wasn't the time for games, but he replied, "I don't know, where?"

"We're behind the Shrieking Shack again." She whispered in his ear like it was their own little secret.

"I know." He muttered.

"And I'm drunk again..." She breathed, kissing his ear.

"Not exactly, but go on." he said impatiently.

"And we're going to have sex again." She exclaimed, slipping her hand in to his waist band.

Harry smacked her hand away, whispering, "We don't have time for this. The party's starting in a few minutes."

"Then you'd better be quick." She said with a stern tone, then with a wink she pulled the enchanted cat ears back on.

Harry rolled his eyes and pushed her back on to the grass. As far as he could tell they were in the exact same spot as where they had sex before, the only thing missing was the snow. He hiked up Hermione's skirt and pulled her panties off, fighting against her playing kicks. She was laying on her back, arms and legs in the air like a cat stretching in the sunlight. Harry pushed her legs apart, hearing a playful mew coming from her lips, the sound driving him insane.

He knew they had to hurry to make it to the party on time, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the situation. Hiding his head under her skirt, Harry buried his face between her legs, giving her vaginal lips a quick lick. Hermione yelped and her hips bucked up against his face, smashing his nose. But a little pain wasn't going to stop him. He grabbed her legs and held them in place before diving his tongue back down again, lapping at it like a cat to a saucer of milk. She gasped again, sounding like a mixture of anger and delight. Remembering what she had done to him while he was a girl, Harry moved straight for her clit, softly sucking his lips around it. This time, Hermione actually purred, her body writhing around in pleasure. He continued his assault, alternating between sucking and blowing out cool air on her sensitive nub, both actions racing to control her body. He didn't know if it was the aphrodisiac or his new technique, but within minutes he had her body jerking up off the ground, her hands ripping up the soil around them.

Hermione was purring like a well oiled car engine when her orgasm washed over her. Harry was just glad that the cat ears prevented her from shouting, because the last time her body shook like this, she almost woke the neighbors. As soon as her body stopped trembling, Harry slipped her panties back on and pulled her cat ears off. With a few flicks of their wands they cleaned off the most of the fluids from their clothes and fixed their hair. Harry gave Hermione a taste of herself on his lips before they headed for the Three Broomsticks to meet their friends.

End

Author’s Notes

Short but sweet, and I know they already did it behind the Shrieking Shack in chapter 5, but there’s a reason for the symmetry... probably.

belikewater, I’m glad you pointed that out. I had made a mention of the time frame issue in my notes on chapter 5, about the time turner being in book 3. The only way to answer your question would be that Hermione is still using the time turner in her fifth year, and dropped out the summer between 5th and 6th. Then I fixed the story, Hermione came of age more than a year later, which fits the 7 book/year time frame. I hope that clears up any issues, and thanks for pointing that out, it bugged me too.

belikewater, your second question, about pregnancy. I’ve decided not to have that in this story, but I plan to write an alternant ending, where Harry gets pregnant and posting is separately. If Harry become pregnant while using the Polyjuice Potion, I figure he wouldn’t change back because that would alter the course of life. There’s nothing from the books that says this, but I was thinking about Sirius’ death and the veil and how no magic could bring back someone from the dead. And how the Avada Kedavra curse took a lot of magic to use, I figured, the Polyjuice potion wasn’t strong enough to alter life. And it just me being lazy in order to write a story all about male pregnancy and Hermione having to learn how to be Harry and how to play Quidditch, so no one suspects anything while Harry’s home on maternity leave.

And again, I want to say thanks to my beta reader, kyle. It’s all thanks to kyle that I’ve had the inspiration to post so many chapters this week, and why the chapters aren’t riddled with errors like they used to be.

And, as always. Feel free to point out any mistakes you catch, or suggestions you’d like to make. I do read the reviews and try my best to address every question or comment. It’s feedback that keeps me going, so keep it up, and I’ll keep writing.

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