All About Us

Finally, here’s the chapter! Warning-adult situations!

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Harry was rolling around his bed, fighting for sleep. The Firewhiskey he had drunk didn’t help him relax at all. He had never before felt so alone and unappreciated. Sure, Ginevra had started to pick on him after the first week of their marriage. At first he thought she was just kidding, but as more and more time passed by, he came to realise that she was just after his name and Gringotts account.

Why was he so unworthy to be loved? Maybe the Dursleys had been right, maybe he just was some kind of stupid freak. As he reckoned now, the most stupid thing he’d done was to get into a magically binding marriage. It could only be broken if either parties agree on incompatibility, or the marriage is null and void due to breaking some ancient law. He hadn’t researched marriage legislations before the wedding as he was sure that everything would turn out picture perfect.


Someone had looked so perfect tonight, however. Harry wondered where his eyes had been all these years, as he had never before noticed how gorgeous Hermione was. He really had wanted to rip that clingy dress off her and see her knickers.

In hopes of clearing his mind of the teasing thoughts, he took three long swigs of Firewhiskey and attempted to put the drained bottle back on the nightstand, succeeding after the third attempt only. He burrowed into his Gryffindor themed covers and instantly fell into an alcohol induced sleep.

His dreams were nothing but a grey fog, until he heard a soft voice calling him.

‘Harry, my love, you’re still up waiting for me?’ he recognised the voice as Hermione’s but his breath stopped when he saw her.

She was clad in a short red silk robe which was tied loosely on her waist, revealing a gold and black lacy bra and a tiny thong. Swallowing hard, he managed to regain his voice at last.

‘What are you doing here?’ he croaked, his gaze still fixed on her cleavage.

‘I came to you because you want me, my silly darling,’ she sat down on the bed, so close that she was almost sitting on his lap. She edged even closer, putting her hands around his neck and leaning in for a kiss.

Her lips touched his, first tender, then she urged him to part his lips and her tongue started a gentle exploration of his mouth.

The kiss ended all too soon for Harry’s liking, but he realised that her hands were now trying to pull off his shirt. He gave in, as in a trance, watching her kissing every new inch of his exposed skin. Each kiss was scorching; he let out a silent moan.

‘Make love to me Harry,’ she breathed, nipping his neck. ‘Make love to me all night long.’

‘All you want me to do, I’ll do it.’ he breathed, his hands scrabbling for the clasp of her bra and finally releasing her

She shimmied off her robe and the skimpy thong, too. Devouring her exceptional body with his gaze, he tore off his boxers. He wanted to be skin to skin with her, so he pulled her on top of him, his lips gently kissing her neck.

His hardness was at her wet entrance and he was ready to thrust in…

Suddenly, Hedwig’s screech awoke him. He was lying on the floor with one hand clutching his red silk comforter. What was worse, his boxers felt wet and sticky. Getting up to his feet, he looked at the clock and ran to the shower. He was going to be quite late for work if he didn’t hurry up. But it wasn’t what worried him.

The problematic thing was how real this dream about Hermione had been, her delicious curves revealed, and her hot womanhood waiting for him…

Needless to say, he got a hard on again, but having no time to relive himself, he cast the deflating spell again. It should be illegal for Hermione to be so attractive, he thought. Where had he been looking all these years? If he had been a wiser man, he’d have a delicious woman in his life and bed. Now, he had to cope with whatever was thrown at him.

And maybe he should tell Hermione to wear the Auror standard issue training gear, not the little skimpy American university thing. On the other hand, what would the reason be to forbid her to wear it? Could he just go to her and tell her she’s giving him a painful hard on? Wouldn’t be too good, he thought. He was quite proud of his man bits and didn’t want to get them hexed off.

Hermione sat in her office, not really looking at the report she had prepared for Harry. He was supposed to pick it up for the Heads of Departments meeting, which was going to start in ten minutes from now. It was frankly unusual for Harry to be late; in the time she’s been working here, he had regularly been one of the first to arrive at the office. Maybe he was just giving a long-winded and hot goodbye to his wife?
Hermione sighed deeply. Why was Harry staying with that wench who had no sense of decorum or fashion, either? Maybe he was a closet masochist, she thought, but quickly let that thought go; Harry always had a rather nice and tender heart.

Speaking of the devil, (or rather the gorgeous green eyed angel), she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She jumped and lunged for her wand, when a familiar voice soothed her.

‘Easy now, Hermione… It’s just me, Harry. I didn’t want to startle you, but you were so deep in thought that you didn’t notice me standing in the doorway…’

‘Don’t be sorry, Harry!’ she smiled at him and looked into his beautiful eyes.

‘I just feel so sorry for yesterday. You know, I thought she’s just being mean to me and not everyone else. After that I couldn’t sleep, thinking of all the cruel things she said. I should’ve done something about it, I feel like a coward now and…’ he cast his eyes downward. It wasn’t going like he thought it would. Even to himself, he sounded like a blabbering fool.

‘I can very well stand up for myself. And I am not sorry for what I did to her.’ She said determinedly.

‘Don’t be,’ he smiled. ‘I was wondering if you’re free tonight. I could make up for the horrendous meal we had yesterday?’ he asked, his voice full with too much hope.

‘I did plan took cook some lasagne and watch a video tonight. If you want to go to my little place?’ she asked, with an uncertain tone. Could she invite the man she loved over to her place? It wasn’t like they’d be doing anything illicit. A film and home cooked food were normal things friends did, right?

‘That would be brilliant! If you’re ok with it…’ he trailed off. ‘Of course, we could go somewhere else, too. Don’t think I’m a cheapskate.’

‘Merlin, Harry! I know you’re not a scrooge! Just come back from the Heads meeting by five and we’ll Apparate to my place. How does that sound?’

‘I’ll get out of that stupid meeting as quick as I can. Oh, and before I forget,’ he leaned down, his face now so very close to hers. She thought for a moment that he was going to kiss her, but he just put a paper bag on her desk and straightened up again.

‘I got you your favourite cappuccino and crème éclairs from the small café where we go to lunch. As I will be in the meetings all day, I don’t want you to miss out on your food.’

She wanted to kiss him senseless. He was such an amazing, caring man. Not to mention that it should be forbidden for him to look so sexy, with his dishevelled raven hair and sheepish smile. Hermione tore her gaze away from Harry’s face and took the folder with the reports she had prepared for him.

‘Here. It’s a summary report about your department’s work this week. Copies of it have been sent to the needed recipients, too.’

‘Hermione, you’re my angel! You know you didn’t have to do it, it’s not really your job.’ Then, going on an impulse, he kissed her cheek. It was just a quick, chaste brush of his lips against her peachy soft skin, but it made a jolt of electricity run through his veins.

‘Umm, I’d better go now or else everyone will think I’m intolerably late.’

And with that, he turned and left her office quickly.

Hermione let out a heavy sigh, watching his retreating form and taking note how smashing he looked in the tailored dark blue suit. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her. Ok, it wasn’t really a sexually intended kiss; but it left her skin tingling, like it was scorching slowly. His lips had felt so soft. She had never thought he’d do something like this…

Hermione tried to fight her daydreaming with simple means- work and a little bit more work. In between that she drank the coffee and indulged in the éclairs, this time they tasted much better than ever before. Maybe it was because Harry had brought them especially for her? She had to stop acting like a giddy schoolgirl. Harry didn’t like her that way. Period.

‘Hermione?’ a smooth, silky voice awoke her from her contemplations.

‘Huh?’ she looked up and found herself looking into two gorgeous green eyes. Unfortunately, these were the second most gorgeous eyes and belonged to Apollo.

‘I came to take you out to lunch. I know I couldn’t do it all week because my assignments, but I’ll make up to you.’ He smiled tenderly.

‘I don’t need to have lunch,’ she pointed at a half-eaten éclair. ‘I already had something.’

‘I know you have a sweet tooth, but that’s hardly a proper lunch. And even you don’t want anything substantial, please do me the honour and keep me company?’

How could she tell him to go away and let her wallow in her daydream about Harry? A stunning, single man was begging for her attention, it was like a sign from the Gods that she should concentrate on someone who could actually be with her.

‘Alright, alright, don’t do the puppy eyes on me. I’ll come!’

Even though she knew in her mind that Apollo was the perfect gentleman and overall absolutely charming, she just couldn’t get her mind off the little kiss Harry gave her. That impressed her much more than Apollo’s intelligent conversation and lunch at the fanciest Wizarding restaurant in London.

And she didn’t remember a word of the conversation she had with Apollo, it seemed that every well thought-out topic paled in comparison to Harry’s cute blunders and blabbering.

And now she was absolutely anxious, because it was ten minutes past five and Harry was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had decided to not spend the evening with her?

‘Sorry I’m late. The bloke from the Sports Department just couldn’t stop talking-’ Harry came rushing into her office just as she was about to leave.

‘It’s alright. I thought something came up so...’

‘So you thought I’d leave my best friend alone without explanation why I broke a promise?’ he asked, his eyes looking at her intensely.

She didn’t know what to say, so she remained silent and followed him to the Apparition Point. She was going home with Harry! Sure, in a ‘just-as-friends’ way, but still… She was getting way too giddy again.

‘Apparate us to your place,’ Harry’s softly spoken demand snapped her back to reality and she wished she had found herself longer in Harry’s embrace than just the few seconds of Apparating.

Harry looked around Hermione’s small but cosy flat. It felt like home to him. It wasn’t furnished with soulless modern designer furniture; it had just the right balance of modern and old. The books strewn all around reminded him of her love of knowledge and it brought back memories of Hogwarts when they both had been happy and carefree. He heard her hum a tune in the kitchen and walked trance-like in her direction. She had changed into a loose sundress once they had reached her house. Truth be told, he liked the form-fitting office suit more than this nice, but extremely modest dress. He knew it was wrong to contemplate about his friend’s curves, but… a little fantasy wouldn’t hurt.

‘Could you open the bottle of wine? I’ll take the lasagne out of the oven.’

This was exactly how he had imagined life at home. The nice curve her bottom made when she bent over was a plus. Such a big one that he almost forgot to open the bottle of wine.

‘Should we do it in the kitchen or the living room?’ she asked, still bent over to pick up the tray from the oven.

‘What did you mean?’ he asked, with his voice uncertain. Harry was glad she didn’t see his flushed face as her back was turned to him. His filthy mind had converted her innocent and normal question into a dirty invitation.

‘I was just wondering whether you’d like to have dinner in the living room whilst watching the film or here at the kitchen table.’

‘I think in the living room will be fine. I haven’t seen a movie in ages! Here, let me help you,’ he levitated the wine bottle in front of him and took one of the plates from her hands. When their fingers brushed, he felt another jolt of electricity rush through his spine, but he shrugged it off as a product of his overactive imagination.

They watched the film, (something about unrequited love) and chatted amicably over the lasagne and later over a tub of ice cream. The wine was flowing as they opened a second bottle.

The movie had just ended but Harry didn’t want to leave. It was just too wonderful and Hermione looked too good.

‘Ah, I love that actor! He’s so gorgeous,’ Hermione sighed when the credits began to roll.

‘That makes me feel even un-sexier,’ Harry said quietly. He hadn’t intended to voice his thoughts aloud. Hermione didn’t need to hear what a loser he thought was.

‘What? You think you’re not sexy? What a load of crap!’ Hermione exclaimed, moving to sit closer to him. Her hand ran over his thigh and a giggle escaped her lips.

‘I’ll show you just how sexy you are…’

Never in million years had Harry expected Hermione’s next move…


For whom do you feel more sorry- Apollo or Harry? And what is going to be Hermione’s next move? Please review!