The Wrong Time

Harvesting the Grapes and Rolling Around in the Dirt

Hermione lathed the soap over her skin lazily. She had decided to take a bubble bath. Severus was going to go check the grapes, and if they were ready to harvest, they were going to harvest them. Severus had insisted that he could harvest them alone, he had been doing so for years.


Hermione wouldn’t have it. She thought it would be fun. Besides, they could get it done faster, since Severus insisted on doing it all by hand. He said that neither magic nor machine were as good as the human hand. Thankfully his vineyard was a small scale one, and it would only take them a few hours to harvest the grapes.


Hermione stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her shapely frame. She smiled to herself as she chose her outfit for the day. She transfigured a pair of regular shorts into a much shorter, cutoff version. She took a blouse and transfigured it into a tight fitting gingham print button down shirt with cap sleeves.


She tied the shirt to just below her breasts, making sure to leave a few buttons undone for maximum cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror, almost laughing.


She had to admit, even after three children, she looked pretty good. Her stomach was only slightly rounded, and her breasts were firm and full. Her hips had a delicate curve and her thighs were muscular, owing to all these years of being a mother, chasing after three children.


She turned around a little, gasping aloud. Her butt was firm and round, large without being too large. Well, she certainly couldn’t help but attract some attention from Severus this way, she thought to herself, grinning wickedly.


She really didn’t often wear clothes that showed off her body. Perhaps she should more often, although not to this extreme, she thought. This was definitely meant for one thing, and one thing only: to reduce Severus to a babbling fool. She would of course claim it was the heat that caused her to choose this particular outfit, but heat had nothing to do with it, since she could cast cooling charms on her robes.


She looked at herself for a few more minutes, before deciding to braid her hair in two plaits on either side of her head. All she was missing was the cowboy hat. Smirking, she took a sheet of parchment and transfigured it into a floppy cowboy hat. She dropped it on her head. Well, this would be an interesting day. She opened the door to leave and almost collided with Severus.


He caught her in his arms and then held her at an arms length to look at her. He raised an eyebrow.


“What?” Hermione said defensively. “It’s hot out there.”


“Indeed,” Severus said, smirking.


She grinned at him, and allowed him to lead her to the back entrance of the villa, down the path to the grapes. There were four medium length rows of grapevines. Hermione wondered how he even managed to turn a profit with so few vines.


“Sometimes it’s more about the quality rather than the quantity,” Severus said, as if reading her mind.


Remembering he was a skilled Legilimens, Hermione wondered for a moment if he actually had been reading her mind.


“Relax, if I’d used Legilimency, you would know it,” he said in response to the look on her face.


Hermione smiled at him.


“Suffice it to say that my wine is quite exquisite. It ranks on the higher end of things, and now that I have had a good twenty years to develop my vineyard, I have some delicious wines that have aged quite well. Not to sound boastful, but perhaps it would help to you understand how I make a profit if I told you that my customers are only high society types. In Muggle euros, it costs roughly two thousand a bottle.”


Hermione’s eyes widened. If they made twenty bottles that would be forty thousand euros, which was over five thousand galleons.


“This crop will make about sixty bottles,” Severus said, as if reading her mind.


“My more vintage wines are double that price.”


Hermione swallowed.


“Severus, I don’t make anywhere near--”


He placed a finger to her lips.


“As long as you live here, I consider what is mine to be yours as well. The way things are going, I was even considering adding you to my Gringotts account. I don’t know about you, but I have never felt what I am feeling now for anyone, not even Lily, and for so long I considered her the love of my life,” he said, dropping his gaze to his shoes, as if embarrassed.


Hermione was truly touched. She felt the same way, of course. She was just glad he wasn’t trying to rush into anything.


“You know I feel the same way, don’t you?” Hermione asked him.


Severus nodded, and dropped a light kiss on her lips.


“We better harvest these grapes now,” he said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.


Hermione smiled at him. They went to work, Hermione making sure to stay in front of Severus, so that he had a clear view of her ass.


She bent way over, sticking her ass out more than was necessary.


Severus looked at her longingly. He felt his cock throb. She was being a devilish little minx, and he was not going to let her win this little game. There was work to be done, and it would get done before he would even consider giving in to his traitorous organ.


He smirked. She was going to pay for getting him worked up this way. He was finding it very difficult to concentrate, even dropping good grapes a few times. He had to stoop to pick them up. Finally, they added the last grapes to the last barrel.


Hermione wiped her brow, and stretched dramatically, causing her breasts to bounce, taunting him further.


She plucked a grape from a barrel, and bit into it, allowing the juice to drip down her chin, between her heavy breasts.


“Oops,” she said sweetly. “How clumsy of me.”


She smiled at him seductively.


“You are a saucy little minx, and if you think you are going to get away with torturing me all morning, you are sorely mistaken,” Severus growled softly into her ear, sending chills up her spine.


“Oh, really?” Hermione asked him, smirking.


“Yes, really,” He said, already unbuttoning her blouse.


He was unsurprised to find that she was not wearing a bra. He cupped a full breast in his hand, running his tongue along it until he reached the taut pink nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, making her thighs quiver. He gently lowered her to the dirt, and pulled her top the rest of the way off. He grasped both breasts in his hand, squeezing them gently, teasing her. His tongue found the delicate curve where her neck met her shoulders. He planted soft kisses from her shoulder to the lobe of her ear, nibbling gently.


“Oh, Severus, please,” she begged, biting her lip.


“I think perhaps I shall make you wait a little longer,” he said, his cock protesting wildly against the stiff fabric of his trousers.


“Oh, god, please,” she begged again.


“I’m ‘god’ now, am I?” he taunted her.


“Yes, whatever you want, just, please,” she begged as his hand snaked down to her shorts, unbuttoning them.


He pulled them off of her, leaving her boots where they were. Again, he was unsurprised to see that she wasn’t wearing knickers. After all, as tight as her shorts were, he couldn’t see how she could fit anything else into them. He clasped her thigh and slung it over his shoulder, planting soft kisses down it, slowly nearing her core, which he noticed was glistening with her arousal.


When he reached the top of her thigh, he skipped over to the other thigh, and began to do the same, teasing her.


“Severus, please,” she begged.


He nuzzled her mound with his nose before applying his tongue to the peak of her clitoris. He swirled his tongue, tracing letters in the sensitive flesh. She moaned in ecstasy. He continued to lathe her sex with his hot, wet tongue until he heard her moans grow louder, more demanding. When he was sure he had brought her to the edge, he stopped.


“What? No!” she screamed, unbuttoning his trousers furiously.


Severus raised an eyebrow at her.


“Well if you insist,” he said, and divestoed his clothing from his body, dropping the garments into a neat pile beside their bodies.


He flipped her over onto her knees and entered her from behind, eliciting gasps of approval from her.


He used his long finger to tease and taunt her clit as he pounded into her, their bodies slapping together, both moaning in unison until he felt her muscles tighten around him. She cried out, her hot sheathe milking his cock, and he tumbled over the edge with her, spilling his seed deep inside her. The pair collapsed into a heap of sticky limbs, dirt and grapes.


After a few moments, when they had come down from the high of their lovemaking, Severus helped Hermione to her feet.


“I think perhaps some lunch is in order,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.


“I agree,” Hermione said, pulling on her shorts.


They finished dressing and Severus placed the barrels into a large crate, levitating that to his winery behind the villa.


They entered the house through the back, just as they had come out, and both of their mouths dropped open at the sight before them.


Molly Weasley was perched on a barstool, holding a tearful Josiah, and Ron, holding Lavender’s hand, was perched on the one next to Molly.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed that, particularly more than the last chapter, which was really just a buffer for this one. Please review!