Meet the Parents

Harry couldn't remember ever having a better summer than this


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Harry couldn't remember ever having a better summer than
this.  Hermione's parents were very kind
to him, and he enjoyed every minute he spent at their home.  He and Hermione actually spent a lot of time
alone together because Mr. and Mrs. Granger had to work during the day.  They owned their own dental office, and
summer was a busy time for them.  The
two teenagers didn't mind at all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Honey, I'm home!" Hermione giggled as she entered the front
door.  In her hands was a grocery
bag.  Harry had sent her out to get a
few things, but he wouldn't tell her why.

 

"In here, sweetheart!" a voice called from the kitchen.

 

"˜Uh oh, if he's messed up the kitchen, mom's gonna kill
him.'

 

"Harry, you better not have made a mess, or my mom's gonna
go nuts!" she gasped as she walked in.

 

Her jaw dropped at the site in front of her.  There was Harry Potter "“ probably the most
powerful wizard in the world "“ wearing an apron and buzzing around the kitchen.  His t-shirt had red splotches, and his dark
pants had flour handprints on them.

 

"Did you find everything?" he asked hopefully.

 

"What are you doing?" She sniffed the air, "And what smells
so good?"

 

"Oh no, that's a surprise, but you can help me with
something else."

 

"And what is that?"

 

"Bring the bag over, and I'll show you."

 

Hermione handed him the paper sack, and Harry drew out the
ingredients he'd asked her to get.  He
set them on the counter and wiped his sticky hands on the apron he was wearing.

 

"What are you smiling at?" he quipped, noting the cheesy
grin on her face.

 

"Nothing, I've just never seen you in an apron."

 

"Oh yeah, well just for that, you're not gonna find out what
I'm doing.  Now, out!"

 

"Come on, just a little peak," she teased and slithered
towards the oven, but Harry cut her off seeing the sly smile on her lips.

 

"I said no!" he said forcibly and pointed to the door.

 

"Hmmph, fine, you can do all the work yourself," she fumed
and marched into the living room.  Harry
just grinned and went back to work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three hours, Mr. and Mrs. Granger came home.  Upon entering the house, they immediately
noticed a delicious aroma in the air.

 

"Wow, something smells good in here," Mr. Granger stated,
and his stomach growled in agreement.

 

"Hermione?"

 

"In here, mom," she called and popped out of the living
room.

 

"Sweetie, what's going here?  What smells so wonderful?"

 

"Oh, it's Harry, he's been in the kitchen for the last
several hours cooking, but the jerk won't tell me what he's making!"

 

"Harry's cooking," both adults gasped.

 

"Yup, he even had me go out shopping for him earlier, and
since then, he's barricaded himself in there."

 

"Hmm, I better check on him then," Mrs. Granger advised.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Harry opened the oven to check on the dinner he'd made when
Melinda Granger's head popped into the kitchen.

 

"Oh hello Mrs. Granger," he said with a smile.

 

Melinda looked around to see various bowls strewn around the
countertop, but her kitchen was still in one piece.

 

"Hello Harry, what's going on in here?"

 

"Hermione told me that you and Mr. Granger were working late
this week so I decided to cook dinner for everyone; I hope you don't mind?"

 

Melinda wanted to kiss the boy.  She was exhausted from her day at work and didn't even want to
think about dinner, and here, her prayers were answered by this young man who
she hadn't even known more than a month.

 

"Not a all, Harry, it smells heavenly in here.  What exactly is it?" He just smiled at her.

 

"That's a surprise. 
If you'd like to go into the dining room, it'll be ready in five
minutes."

 

"I look forward to it."

 

 

 

 

 

"Well?" Hermione asked when her mother returned from the
kitchen.

 

"He said to sit in the dining room; dinner will ready in
five minutes," Mrs. Granger answered with a wide smile on her face.

 

"Did he at least say what he made?" her daughter asked
rather annoyed.

 

"No, but I'm sure it'll be good."

 

"At least he could tell me," Hermione pouted.

 

"Sweetie, don't complain, it's very rare that you find a man
who knows his way around a kitchen," her mother laughed.

 

"Well then," John Granger interrupted, "I suggest we take
Harry's advice and sit down at the table."

 

 

 

 

Harry poked his head out of the kitchen to see the Grangers
seated at the dining room table. 
Smiling widely, he walked in carrying a large platter covered in tin
foil.  He set in down in the center of
the table and shook his hands rapidly.

 

"Please be careful, that plate's a little warm!"

 

"What's underneath?" Hermione piped up, glaring at him
slightly.  Harry only smiled at her.

 

"Go ahead and look, Herm, I'll bring the rest out."

 

Her mind dripping with curiosity, and her stomach growling
with hunger, Hermione nearly shredded the tin foil.  On the platter was a gorgeously roasted chicken.

 

"My goodness, that looks wonderful," Mrs. Granger commented.

 

"Thank you," Harry called as he came back in.

 

He placed a bowl of rice next to Hermione, a bowl of garlic
potatoes next to Mr. Granger, and a plate of fresh strawberries next to Mrs.
Granger.

 

"My word, Harry, you didn't have to do all this."

 

"It's not a problem, ma'am, I don't mind cooking."

 

"Jeez Harry, now I understand why you wanted oregano and
strawberries," Hermione laughed.

 

"Yeah, I couldn't find any on the shelves."

 

"Well then, let's dig in"¦shall we?" Mr. Granger suggested.

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh my gosh!" Melinda gasped, "Harry, what's in this?  It's incredible!"

 

"At the risk of insulting my own wife, Harry, this is the
best roast chicken that I've ever had!" Mr. Granger sighed.

 

"I'm glad you like it," he answered and flushed slightly.  Hermione squeezed his hand.

 

"So"¦you've still got a few tricks up your sleeve, eh?"

 

"Maybe"¦go ahead and enjoy it, butase ase leave room for
dessert."

 

"Dessert?" they all asked him at the same time.

 

"Yes, in fact, it should be done by now.  Excuse me."

 

Harry stood up out of his chair and headed back into the
kitchen.

 

"Hey sweetie, I'd hang onto that boy if I were you," Mrs.
Granger laughed. "He does things without even being asked.  That's a quality that many women want in the
man they love."

 

"Mom, would you cut it out!" Hene gne gasped and blushed.

 

"Did I miss anything?" Harry asked as he came back in
wearing oven mittens and carrying a steaming pie tin.

 

"What'd you make?" his girlfriend inquired.

 

"Nothing much, it's just plain, old apple pie."

 

"My goodness, Harry, you're spoiling us all," Mr. Granger
laughed.

 

"Well, I figured that I might as well do something useful
while I'm here."

 

 

 

 

 

After dinner was over, Harry returned to the kitchen to
clean the dishes, and Hermione followed him with a pile of plates in her hands.

 

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked while scrubbing the
utensils.

 

"Yeah, a little, but that food was great so I guess I can
forgive you."

 

Harry turned towards her and saw the warm smile on her
face.  Pulling his hands out of the
soapy water, he wrapped his arms around her "“ suds and all.

 

"Harry, what are you hmmph"¦" Hermione tried to object, but
his mouth shut her up.

 

"You'll get soap in my hair!" she finally said out of
breath.  He merely grinned at her and
kissed her again.

 

"That's okay"¦" he said against her lips, ""¦we'll wash it off
in the shower later."

 

"Why you?  What makes
you think that's going to happen?" she said rather irritated but still unable
to break their kiss.  Harry pulled her
against his body and nuzzled her neck.

 

"Because I haven't given you my special dessert yet,
sweetheart." Her eyes lit up at the low, seductive tone in his voice.

 

"Hmm, and just what does this "˜dessert' entail?" Hermione
cooed softly.

 

"Ahem!" The two jumped apart as Mrs. Granger entered the
kitchen.

 

"Well"¦I see you two were busy in here," she said with a wide
grin. 

 

Both teenagers blushed deeply knowing that they'd been
caught and quickly went back to cleaning the dishes.  Harry washed, and Hermione dried.  Once they were all finished, he brushed up against her and leaned
down next to her ear.

 

"Later tonight, my Hermione," he whispered.  Her eyes turned in his direction, but she
didn't move her head.

 

"I'll be waiting, my love."

 

Harry drew back from her before Mrs. Granger noticed him and
started putting the plates back into the cabinets.

 

 

 

 

 

Late that night, Harry lay in his room listening for any
movement in the house.  Mr. and Mrs.
Granger had gone to bed about an hour before, and he was just biding his
time.  Hedwig chirped from inside her
cage, and Harry climbed out of bed.

 

"Hey girl, you want to go out?" The snowy owl bobbed its
head.

 

"Okay"¦" he opened the cage, and she perched onto his arm,
""¦off you go." Hedwig flew out his window into the quiet night, searching for a
midnight snack.

 

"˜It's about time,' he thought to himself.

 

Harry decided it would be smarter if he didn't walk down to
Hermione's room; he didn't want to wake up her parents.  So, getting a picture of her room in his
mind, he disapparated.

 

 

 

 

 

Hermione rubbed her hands together anxiously; her whole body
was tingling with nervousness.  The
thought of having Harry here"¦in her "˜real' bed made her blood begin to
boil.  She picked up a candle from her
nightstand and walked over to her dresser. 
She checked her appearance in the mirror to make sure that her hair
hadn't been ruffled from lying on her bed. 
Hermione looked down at her attire. 
She'd been a little apprehensive about wearing a nightgown in front of
Harry, but her heart told her to trust him. 
It wasn't provocative "“ merely simple sleepwear.  The material was thin but not transparent,
and it ran all the way down her legs.  A
small pop made her turn her head, and she saw Harry apparate into her bedroom.

 

"˜Bloody hell!' his mind screamed when he beheld the sight in
front of him.

 

"Sweetheart"¦is that"¦is that really you?" he gulped with his
jaw on the floor.

 

"Like it?" Hermione asked as she pirouetted in front of him.

 

"Hermione"¦I"¦I"¦come here, please."

 

She smiled at the pleading tone in his voice and went
straight into his arms.  He was only
wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and she licked her lips.  That just made less to take off.

 

"You look exquisite," Harry murmured and cupped her face in
his hands.

 

"And you look dashing "“ as usual," she replied.

 

Tightening his hold on her, Harry bent down and captured her
lips with his.  Hermione melted into him
within a matter of seconds, and she slowly led him over to her bed.  Breaking their kiss, she pushed him down
onto the edge of the mattress, and he sat there gazing up at her with hungry
eyes.

 

"We better keep it down, or my parents will wonder what's
going on down here."

 

"Just a moment"¦" Harry raised his hand and muttered a soft
chant.  Hermione heard a soft click and
grinned; he'd locked her door.

 

"What did you just do?" His eyes danced with simmering
desire.

 

"Just put a silencing charm over your room"¦" He wrapped his
arms around her waist and pulled her body against him, ""¦Now, you can scream as
loud as you want."

 

Hermione smiled seductively and removed his glasses.  She tugged on his shirt, and Harry raised
his arms to help her.  Dropping the
unwanted garment to the floor, she ran a hand down his chest before kneeling
between his legs.

 

"Off!" she muttered, pulling on his boxer shorts.  Harry grinned at her impatience and raised
his hips.

 

Hermione tossed them to other side of her room and looked up
into her lover's face.  He just sat
there gazing down at her with a slightly confused expression.

 

"˜You're in for it now, Harry,' she said silently.

 

Bringing her hand up, she encircled him in her palm.  His eyes shot open when her fingers closed
around his shaft and slowly began sliding along the length of him.  Hermione grinned wryly when she saw how
quickly he hardened under her soft caresses.

 

"God Herm, you're so good!" he groaned, and his head lulled
back.

 

"You ain't seen anything yet."

 

Grabbing the base of his member, she lowered her head
between his thighs and gently touched him with her tongue.  Harry's fists clenched in the sheets, and
his entire body tensed like a tight rubber band.  She traced her tongue all the way down his hardness then slid
back up at an even slower pace.

 

"Hermione"¦please"¦" Harry didn't even comprehend what he was
saying; he just wanted her torture to end.

 

She flicked her tongue on the underside of his shaft and hit
the hot spot just below the tip.  Taking
pity on him, Hermione opened her mouth and took him inside.

 

Harry slowly regained his senses, and he looked down to see
her pleasuring him.  He'd dreamt about
her doing this to him, but he'd never asked for it nor would he ask.  She gave all she had to him, and he would
soon give all he had to her.

 

"˜By Merlin, where did she learn to do this?' She seemed to
know exactly how to touch him to drive him wild.

 

Hermione felt her body getting hot when he began to moan her
name.  It made her excited to know that
she was pleasing him so much.  She knew
that she couldn't handle all of him, but she tried her best.  Wrapping her hands around him again, she
began to bob up and down his hard length.

 

"˜Hmm, I'll never complain about this part of him,' she
laughed silently.  Hermione could just
think about how many girls would want to know how "˜gifted' Harry really was,
but she would never tell.  That was her
secret and hers alone.

 

"Hermione"¦that's enough, my love," Harry grunted.  She released her hold on him and looked up
at him confused.

 

"Didn't I do it right?" she asked.  He smiled lovingly and cupped her face in his hands.

 

"As always, you were perfect."

 

Harry pulled her up into his lap and kissed her
hungrily.  He toyed with the straps on
her nightgown, but then a wicked idea wormed its way into his skull.

 

Hermione was enjoying the taste of his kisses when she felt
his hands sliding up her legs.  He
pushed her nightgown higher and higher, exposing her hot skin to the cool
air.  Sliding his hands up her supple
thighs, Harry opened her legs and set her across his lap.  His right hand wormed its way inside, and he
was surprised at his discovery.

 

"Hmm, you naughty girl"¦" he murmured while nibbling on her
earlobe, ""¦forgetting to wear underwear."

 

"Who says I forgot?" Hermione retorted, winking at him
suggestively.

 

"Well then"¦I guess I'll be naughty too then."

 

Harry pushed her nightgown up around her hips and lifted her
up.  Before Hermione could prepare
herself, he opened her up and buried himself inside her.  He growled in pleasure and nuzzled her
neck.  God, she was so hot"¦so tight for
him; her body was so willing to accept his invasion.

 

Hermione was slightly surprised that Harry hadn't removed
her nightgown, but she stopped thinking when he began moving inside her.  He guided her up and down his erection as
she bounced up his hips.

 

Now that his hands were free to work, Harry pulled down the
top of her nightgown and took her neglected breasts into his hands.

 

"Oh Harry!" his lover gasped as he toyed with her hard
nipples.

 

He loved the fact that her body fit perfectly in his hands;
her breasts were a plump handful yet still firm and round.  He couldn't ask for anything more; he'd been
given a goddess to love.  Harry stopped
sucking on her neck in light of drinking the sweetness from her breasts.

 

"Hermione"¦I want you"¦I want you now and always," he growled
hungrily as he suckled on her.

 

"Yes Harry"¦" she cried out as she held his head against her
breast, ""¦take me"¦take all of me"¦now!"

 

It was like being struck by lightning as the two lovers
climaxed as one.  Hermione tightened
around him - her body begging for his release. 
Harry crushed her body against his as he came deep inside her.

 

They collapsed onto Hermione's bed sated for now.  He slipped from her body, and she turned on
her side.  Harry spooned up against her
back and laid gentle kisses along her neck.

 

"Have I told you today how much I love you?" She cooed
softly and snuggled back into his arms.

 

"Yes, but you can say it as many times as you want, my
darling."

 

Harry turned her head and looked into those big, brown eyes.

 

"I love you, my sweet angel."

 

"And I love you, my loving hero." He kissed her softly, and
their passion ignited once again.

 

It wasn't long before his hands drifted upward and cupped
her breasts through her nightgown.

 

"You know"¦" she sighed as he squeezed and kneaded her tender
flesh, ""¦you could just take it off."

 

"True, but I kinda like you with it on.  You looked really sexy while we were making
love."

 

"Well"¦I guess I don't mind either then."

 

"Good," Harry whispered as his hands pulled her nightie down
once again. "Cause I want you again."

 

"But didn't you just?" Hermione gasped, but he shut her
mouth with a kiss.

 

"Doesn't matter, sweetheart, I could go all night if you
wanted me to; I'll never be too tired to pleasure you." Proving his point,
Harry parted her thighs and gently slipped into her from behind.

 

Hermione sighed happily and let him control their movements.  She rocked her hips, and he slowly moved
inside her.  Harry knew how to bring her
to the edge very quickly, but this time, he was gonna make it last.  He thrust himself inside her sweet opening,
driving deeper every time.  Hermione
stopped moving and let Harry love her, as he wanted, while his hands worshipped
her body.

 

True to his word, Harry made love to her hour after
hour.  He brought her to the brink
several times but never let her reach the precipice.  Hermione was writhing in agony and ecstasy at Harry's refusal to
bring to her to orgasm.

 

"Harry! 
Please"¦please"¦I can't take it anymore!" she begged with tears in her
eyes.

 

At her plea, he drove himself deep inside her and squeezed
her nipples to add extra pressure.  His
mouth swarmed over hers in a hungry assault, and she nearly howled as at last
she was allowed her release.  However,
this time was different.  The tension
that Harry had built up in her made it go on and on and on.  The first wave slammed into her so hard that
Hermione nearly passed out "“ then another one slammed into her then another and
another and another.  She came
uncontrollably as Harry continued to assault her senses.  His manhood swelled inside her, and he
plunged into her one final time.

 

"Hermione!" he cried out, spilling his seed into her aching
body.

 

"Harry!" she answered as the rush of his warmth inside her
pushed her over the edge one final time.

 

 

 

 

 

The two lovers were a complete wreck.  Hermione's nightgown was plastered to her
sweat-drenched skin, and her hair was a tangled mess on the pillows.  Her eyes were closed, and she was puffing
out breathes a mile a minute.  Harry
brushed her wet hair out of her face and rolled her onto her back.

 

"You're amazing, sweetheart," he sighed while stroking her
cheek.

 

"No, you are, my love. 
Gosh, how long was that"¦three"¦four hours?"

 

"Around that I guess, but I'm not sure.  I get distracted when I'm around you," he
teased and kissed her swollen lips.

 

Hermione shivered, and she realized how cold she felt.  Her wet nightgown felt like ice against her
hot skin.

 

"Here, let's warm you up," Harry advised.

 

Pulling off the soaked material, Hermione dropped it to the
ground and rolled back into his arms. 
He pressed her up against his body, and she purred happily, feeling his
warmth.

 

"Hmm, I love being with you like this," she sighed happily
and buried her face in his throat.  He
kissed her forehead and grabbed hold of her comforter.

 

"Let's rest now, sweetheart," he sighed and wrapped the
blanket around them.

 

"All right, but don't be surprised if I wake you up in a few
hours," she teased and looked up at him with a big smile on her face.  Harry bent down and kissed her goodnight.

 

"Anything you want, Hermione, you know I can't say "˜no' to
you."

 

"Pleasant dreams, Harry." He tightened his hold on her and
settled her on his chest to sleep.

 

"I don't need to dream anymore.  My dream's already come true," and he tucked the blanket around
her small body.  Hermione smiled against
his chest and placed her hand on top of his heart.

 

"So has mine, my darling, so has mine," and she closed her
eyes, feeling him stroking his fingers through her hair.

 

Harry watched her for a few minutes, feeling his body ready
to slip into a deep sleep.

 

"˜I have but one dream left, Hermione Granger, and that is to
make you, Hermione Potter.'