Time Alone With Herself

"But I don't want to go..." Harry whined for the hundredth time.

They had been invited over to the Weasley's house for dinner and Harry was being as stubborn as their three year old son Nicholas.

"Oh come on, you liked spending your holidays at The Burrow." Hermione replied, rolling her eyes at how childlike her husband sometimes was.

"I only liked going there because it meant I didn't have to go back to the Dursleys." Harry whined again. "Plus now I've got somewhere I'd rather be."

"And where might that be?" Hermione asked, feigning innocence.

Harry grinned and slipped his hand into her pants, giving her butt a playful little squeeze. "I could think of a few places."

"Not now." She said in a hushed voice. "Nicholas is in the next room and I don't want him stumbling in on us... again."

He gave her butt another playful squeeze. "Oh come on 'Mione, it feels like ages since we've done it."

"Hours." She corrected. "It's only been a few hours since we did it."

"Well..." Harry mused. "Hours feel like ages without your touch."

Hermione didn't know whether to hit him or have her way with him. Grinning, she kissed him and said. "Fine, how about this. If you come with me to the Weasley's, I'll make it worth your while."

Harry grinned like a happy three year old. "Oh? Those enchanted cat ears again?"

Hermione have him a playful meow, motioning her hand like a paw. "Perhaps. You just have to come with me if you want to find out."

For the next few days, Harry kept pacing around the house like a child waiting for Christmas morning. He kept asking and nagging, trying of any clue on what worth-his-while meant. Even at night, while they were having sex, Harry's mind was filled with all manner of kinky possibilities.

"Is it some new kind of anal?" He asked while trying to catch his breath after a particularly rough romp under the sheets.

All Hermione could do was roll her eyes. "A new kind of anal? What, like regular anal, but in a different hole?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "That would be hot."

"Harry, you're a sexual genius." Hermione exclaimed with sarcastic glee. Then in a dull tone she added. "You just described vaginal intercourse."

"Oh... that'd still be hot right?" He replied, head still spinning in the afterglow of sex.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle. "You know without me, your sex life would be about as interesting as a History of Magic lesson."

"Hey, sex in Professor Binns's would have been brilliant." Harry replied. "I might have shown up more."

"You would have shown up for extra Potions classes if you thought there was any possibility it would lead to sex." She said, giving Harry a playful kiss.

There was a long pause while Harry contemplated the idea of having sex in a place haunted by Snape. With a grin he replied, "You know me well Mione."
Over the next few days, Hermione couldn't keep track of all of the ideas Harry kept coming up with. Most of them were boring, impossible or dangerous. But a few ideas were inventive, like using engorgement charms or bewitching certain body parts to have tasty flavors. The problem was, Hermione didn't actually have an anything planned. She wanted to do something creative, but Harry was narrowing down her options with all of his crackpot ideas.

"Does it involve a Locomotor charm on you, while I'm on a broom, while we fly around having sex above a crowd of people watching a parade?" Harry asked, acting out some of the actions with his hands.

This time Hermione had to hit him. "You're impossible, you know that right? Not only would the spell not work like that, there's no way I'm going to have sex with you in front of all those people."

"Again?" Harry added.

Hermione threw her hands up in surrender "Impossible." She repeated, "You're impossible."

When the day of their dinner finally rolled around Hermione was relieved but a little terrified. It meant harry would finally stop nagging her about her little surprise, but it also meant having to see Ginny again. Hermione wasn't sure what to expect after what happened the last time Ginny was with who she believed to be Harry Potter. Ginny had promised never to speak about their little encounter, but after her little stunt she pulled by showing up as herself, Hermione wasn't sure she could trust her. That redhead had fire in her eyes.

"Harry! Long time no see." Mrs. Weasley cried out the instant they burst through the Weasley's fireplace. Nicholas was still too young to travel by Side-Along Apparition so they had to travel by floo powder.

From what Hermione could tell, The Burrow hadn't changed much since the last time she had visited nearly seven years ago. It was a cozy little ramshackle of a house, filled with many things that needed to be repaired or replaced. The whole thing seemed like a maze of poorly planned addition, like with each child the Weasley's had, they had to add on yet another room. But even though it was rough around the edges, it was full of life and love.

"You're still so skinny, Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley said as she welcomed them in to the dining room. "Doesn't that wife of yours feed you?"

"That wife of his?" Hermione smiled. "His wife does what she can."

"Oh, little Miss Granger. I'm sorry, I was so happy to see Harry that I didn't even notice you were here." Molly apologized.

"It’s alright." Hermione sighed. "It’s normal when you're married to a celebrity."

"Did I hear someone say celebrity?" One of the Weasley twins asked with a mouthful of appetizers. "Because all I see is Harry Potter. He's not famous, is he?"

All in all, it wasn't as bad as Hermione had imagined. With all of Harry's earlier whining, it was shocking how quickly he made up with Ron. There was a little tension, followed by a few dirty looks, but within minutes they were laughing like the friends they were back at Hogwarts.

"So guess who I bumped in to down in Diagon Alley the other day?" Ron ask, letting a little bit of food fall from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. "Draco Malfoy."

Hermione hadn't known Harry to hold a grudge, but as second he heard that name, she saw his hand shoot in to his jacket where he kept his wand. Since she didn't want anything to spoil the good mood, she put her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it until he calmed down. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ginny's eyes narrow in to a scowl.

"So what was that little git doing there?" Harry breathed, doing his best to hide his irritation.

With great joy, Ron explained. "Well... I wasn't able to get a good look, but it looked like he was there with some girl. She was pretty in that, she looks like a bitch, kind of way. But from what I saw, it looked like they were there buying something cute, fluffy and pink. I'm thinking little Draco's been neutered."


After a round of laugher, Harry replied. "Well let's hope whoever he was with actually neuters him, 'cause could you imagine little Draco's running around Hogwarts like little blond rats?"

Dinner proceeded like this the rest of the night. Old tales retold time and time again, Harry reliving his Quidditch games, Fred and George telling about which fingers they've almost lost and how. It was all really cozy but Hermione couldn't help but notice how much attention Ginny was paying to Harry. It wasn't like harry wasn't the center of attention, but Ginny wasn't taking her eyes off of him.

"So... Harry." Ginny said, shaking a little. "Is Puddlemere looking for any new members?"

"Not at the moment" He answered, oblivions to her uneasy demeanor. "What position were you thinking of filling?"

A little more forceful, Ginny replied. "Well, I wouldn't mind a position with a seeker, but I'm not a bad keeper either."

No one else at the table noticed Ginny's intentional slip up, but Hermione quickly shot the redhead a sharp look.

Harry, still oblivious, continued on. "Well, I can put in a good word, but I haven't really seen you fly since Hogwarts. When was the last time you were on a broom?"

Hermione could see Ginny's mind carefully piecing together her response. As casually as she could manage, Ginny said, "You should know how good I am on a broom, I mean, it wasn't that long ago that we rode together."

Hermione couldn't take it any longer. "Yeah, but that was a very long time ago. I'm sure by now you're as rusty as your hair."

"You don't even know how to fly!" Ginny snapped. "When Harry flew with me, it was like magic. But if he flew with a book worm like you, I'm sure he'd get bored."

Everyone around the table were staring at the two girls who seemed a little too passionate about flying. Ron had been painfully waiting for a break in the conversation so he could throw his name in to the running, but neither girl would let up.

"Harry, tell that girl of yours how good I used to fly."
"Harry, tell that red head how good I am with a broom." Ginny said Hermione said in unison.

Harry didn't know who to answer first, but a cold hand under the table decided for him. "Hermione's actually not bad with a broom." He squeaked.

"Blimey Harry." Ron gasped, jumping right on in to the conversation. "You've been teaching her to fly? Would you mind giving me a few lessons as well."

A few people shot Ron dirty looks and he slumped back down in his chair.

Under the table, Hermione's hand had worked its way past Harry's trousers, past his boxers, freeing his cock from their cloth prison. Hermione didn't know why she felt a sudden urge to touch Harry, all she knew was she wasn't going to lose him to Ginny.

"Well." Hermione said, as her cold fingers drank in the heat of Harry's quickly hardening cock. "Early on I was terrible on a broom. But as I learned to approach brooms with the same magical theory as I use with most enchanted items, it wasn't all that hard to get the hang of it."

"Theory isn't everything." Ginny said sharply. "Being cleaver won't help you when Quidditch demands instinct and talent."

All Ginny's words managed to do was reinforce the grin that was slowly growing across Hermione's lips. Her fingers could feel the Harry's hard cock burning and throbbing with excitement. She was surprised how well her husband was keeping his composure, but it was either sit there and enjoy, or make a move and ruin the moment.

"Well, you're both right." Harry said, wincing in pain as Hermione punished him for not supporting her and her alone. "Quidditch takes skill, but some of the best players were innovators as well."

His answer was good enough for Hermione to release her death grip and start her more gentle actions. She ran her hand up and down the length of it, feeling every vein pulse with blood with every beat of his heart. Harry face was turning red and his breathing was growing short, but with all of the commotion on the table, no one really noticed. She couldn't believe how hot it was. Usually, when it was inside of her, her body heat masked the true heat of his member, but now, with contrast to the cool night air, she could really feel it on her silky smooth hands.

Maybe it was because they were doing something so dirty in front of everyone, or maybe it was just the feeling of Harry's cock, but Hermione's heart was starting to beat a little faster. She knew it was stupid to willingly make the same mistake twice, but she had to put one last nail in Ginny's coffin.

"I didn't mean you weren't good at flying Ginny." Hermione pretended to apologize. "I just meant you'll probably need to try out before they let you on the team. My Harry doesn't have that kind of pull with the team or he be getting paid more."

This got a pretty good laugh from the table. With Ginny off guard, Hermione took her free hand and tossed her fork under the table.

"Oh." She said with mock clumsiness. "Ginny, could you get that, I think its by your feet."

When Ginny dropped under the table to pick it up, Hermione waved her hand and drew the red head's attention to the little side show she had been performing with Harry. With a squeak, Ginny popped back up, too startled to say anything.

"Oh, I guess it's closer to me." Hermione laughed softly. "I guess I'll get it."

With a few last tugs on Harry's cock, she dropped under the table and quickly went to work. In one swift motion, she shoved Harry's cock down her throat and started swallowing, using the muscles in her esophagus to milk his cock as hard as she could. She felt a twitch and shudder, and Harry's cock began to throb. She pulled her head back, catching the first hot jet of cum in the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag as she wrapped her lips around the head of Harry's spurting cock, catching the rest of his sticky cum in her mouth until he finally stopped twitching.

With her mouth still filled with cum, Hermione returned to the table, her fork in her hand. The smell of Harry's cum was overwhelming, but she didn't swallow it just yet. She locked eyes with Ginny, trying to convey her victory to that insufferable red head. When she was sure she had Ginny's full attention, she quickly flashed the milky white contents of her mouth before swallowing it down in a large gulp. She could see Ginny's eyes glare with spite and jealousy as her throat bulged to swallow that much cum. Ginny was completely defeated.

With a soft chuckle, Hermione twirling her fork in her fingers and said. "That was good, but what's for desert?"

End


Authors notes

I want to thank my beta/editor kyle and all of my readers. Everyone else can go suck it!

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