Harry Potter and Changing Destinies
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
68
Views:
24,780
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 29
Chapter 29
As Harry lay in bed dead to the world Hermione sat up on her side and studied James and Lily’s journals. She just couldn’t seem to stop reading about their lives. Harry’s parents’ lives fascinated her.
As she was getting up from the bed to go to the bathroom Harry made a groaning noise that Hermione had come to know well over the years. It meant he was waking up but didn’t want to.
“Hermione?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Make the ground stop moving.”
“It’s not. You have a headache. I’ll get you some medicine when I get done in the bathroom.”
“Okay, whatever you say. Just make the ground stay still.”
“Oh, stop it you. You won’t get any sympathy from me. You know this always happens to you when you wake up from a long sleep after a hard fight.”
“No sympathy!?! But I’m the wounded knight and you’re my maiden! My maiden’s supposed to nurse me back to health.”
“I am not your maiden! I AM YOUR WIFE! I will show you sympathy and nurse you when you deserve it, but I will not baby you. You are a grown man and WE ARE NOT IN THE 15TH CENTURY!”
“Owww, Mione. Please. Quiet.”
“Oh, honey I’m sorry, but you know how I feel about things like that.”
“I know. I was joking. Can you just get me some meds and I’ll get up and take a shower.”
“Of course,” and as Hermione turned to the bathroom she shook her head and chastised herself for yelling like that at Harry. She had no idea why she had done it either. “One moment she’s going to get his pills, the next she’s jumping down his throat for something trivial. What was going on with her,” she thought to herself.
As she finished in the bathroom and was washing her hands Harry stumbled in and went to the shower. As he ran the water to get it to the right temperature she got some pain killers out and handed them to him with a little glass of water. He quickly took them with a slight nod and got in the shower after fighting to get out of his clothes.
After a few minutes Hermione heard Harry calling for her. She rushed back in fearing he had fallen and hurt himself worse, but when she found him standing in the shower doorway looking at her with that grin of his all she could think was, “DAMN THAT’S ALL MINE!”
Harry grinned inside his head watching his awestruck wife and thought, “Damn, I was just gonna ask where the soap went, but now…”
As his mind wandered he shook himself and said to Hermione with his now well-known sex voice, “Come on in. I can’t reach my back from the strained muscles. I need your help.”
“Oh, really?” Hermione smirked as she got undressed and stepped into the shower with him.
For the next twenty minutes or so they both helped each other get clean and wash their hair. They helped each other relax underneath the warm water and soft touches. There was nothing really sexually about their movements at first, but once Harry ran just his fingertips over her neck.
With that slight touch she was on fire, but instead of hot and heavy sex that would have only lasted moments to minutes at most. This was slow and sensual and she lost track of time the moment he kissed her. As they climaxed together, with Harry holding her up by pressing her into the shower wall and she held him to her she could feel a stirring within herself.
She gasped and pushed Harry away. He slowly came to and once he had he quickly asked if he had hurt her. She smiled up at him and said no, but that she was beginning to get cold and wanted to put some warm clothes on. So, they both got out and toweled off. They went into the room and picked out clothes and as they were beginning to get dressed Jensen knocked on the door.
Harry went to the door opening to Jensen, “Yes, Jensen?”
“The Lady wishes to speak with Lady Potter-Black in the garden. It is good to see you up Lord Potter-Black.”
“Harry please. Okay, tell her Hermione will be there once she’s done getting dressed.”
“Yes, sir.”
As Harry closed the door and turned to Hermione she was already putting on her shoes and replied, “I heard. I’ll be back when we’re done. I promise, no dramatics this time.”
“How did you? Never mind I know.”
As she left the room she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. When he sat down on the side of the bed he spotted a small book on Hermione’s night table. He picked it up to see what his always knowledge seeking wife was reading now and when he read James Potter’s Journal he couldn’t breathe for a moment.
“She found my dad’s journal! When the Hell!”
Harry couldn’t stop gawking and slowly running his fingers over the engraved book. He slowly open the journal and began reading and he just couldn’t stop the tears as they ran down his face as he read every word and took it to heart. He had something that his father had all his life and had touched and written in everyday.
As Harry lay in bed dead to the world Hermione sat up on her side and studied James and Lily’s journals. She just couldn’t seem to stop reading about their lives. Harry’s parents’ lives fascinated her.
As she was getting up from the bed to go to the bathroom Harry made a groaning noise that Hermione had come to know well over the years. It meant he was waking up but didn’t want to.
“Hermione?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Make the ground stop moving.”
“It’s not. You have a headache. I’ll get you some medicine when I get done in the bathroom.”
“Okay, whatever you say. Just make the ground stay still.”
“Oh, stop it you. You won’t get any sympathy from me. You know this always happens to you when you wake up from a long sleep after a hard fight.”
“No sympathy!?! But I’m the wounded knight and you’re my maiden! My maiden’s supposed to nurse me back to health.”
“I am not your maiden! I AM YOUR WIFE! I will show you sympathy and nurse you when you deserve it, but I will not baby you. You are a grown man and WE ARE NOT IN THE 15TH CENTURY!”
“Owww, Mione. Please. Quiet.”
“Oh, honey I’m sorry, but you know how I feel about things like that.”
“I know. I was joking. Can you just get me some meds and I’ll get up and take a shower.”
“Of course,” and as Hermione turned to the bathroom she shook her head and chastised herself for yelling like that at Harry. She had no idea why she had done it either. “One moment she’s going to get his pills, the next she’s jumping down his throat for something trivial. What was going on with her,” she thought to herself.
As she finished in the bathroom and was washing her hands Harry stumbled in and went to the shower. As he ran the water to get it to the right temperature she got some pain killers out and handed them to him with a little glass of water. He quickly took them with a slight nod and got in the shower after fighting to get out of his clothes.
After a few minutes Hermione heard Harry calling for her. She rushed back in fearing he had fallen and hurt himself worse, but when she found him standing in the shower doorway looking at her with that grin of his all she could think was, “DAMN THAT’S ALL MINE!”
Harry grinned inside his head watching his awestruck wife and thought, “Damn, I was just gonna ask where the soap went, but now…”
As his mind wandered he shook himself and said to Hermione with his now well-known sex voice, “Come on in. I can’t reach my back from the strained muscles. I need your help.”
“Oh, really?” Hermione smirked as she got undressed and stepped into the shower with him.
For the next twenty minutes or so they both helped each other get clean and wash their hair. They helped each other relax underneath the warm water and soft touches. There was nothing really sexually about their movements at first, but once Harry ran just his fingertips over her neck.
With that slight touch she was on fire, but instead of hot and heavy sex that would have only lasted moments to minutes at most. This was slow and sensual and she lost track of time the moment he kissed her. As they climaxed together, with Harry holding her up by pressing her into the shower wall and she held him to her she could feel a stirring within herself.
She gasped and pushed Harry away. He slowly came to and once he had he quickly asked if he had hurt her. She smiled up at him and said no, but that she was beginning to get cold and wanted to put some warm clothes on. So, they both got out and toweled off. They went into the room and picked out clothes and as they were beginning to get dressed Jensen knocked on the door.
Harry went to the door opening to Jensen, “Yes, Jensen?”
“The Lady wishes to speak with Lady Potter-Black in the garden. It is good to see you up Lord Potter-Black.”
“Harry please. Okay, tell her Hermione will be there once she’s done getting dressed.”
“Yes, sir.”
As Harry closed the door and turned to Hermione she was already putting on her shoes and replied, “I heard. I’ll be back when we’re done. I promise, no dramatics this time.”
“How did you? Never mind I know.”
As she left the room she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. When he sat down on the side of the bed he spotted a small book on Hermione’s night table. He picked it up to see what his always knowledge seeking wife was reading now and when he read James Potter’s Journal he couldn’t breathe for a moment.
“She found my dad’s journal! When the Hell!”
Harry couldn’t stop gawking and slowly running his fingers over the engraved book. He slowly open the journal and began reading and he just couldn’t stop the tears as they ran down his face as he read every word and took it to heart. He had something that his father had all his life and had touched and written in everyday.