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At Night You Belong to Me
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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:
5
Views:
38,675
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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HP and everyone he knows doesn't belong to me. I make no money from this story. Bummer.
Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Harry was lying out at the beach. The private wizarding island had a population of four. Harry, Hermione, and two house elves that took care of them. The two had left England and had taken a long vacation. First by visiting the United States. He had insisted that they go to places like the huge New York quidditch pitch in upstate New York. She wanted to visit the first branch of Barnes and Noble, which was in deed a wizarding bookstore.
But once they had reached the west, Harry had wanted to go to Las Vegas. When he had asked if she wanted to go to that infamous city, she took his hand within hers.
“Only if you marry me there,” she told him.
Smiling he told her, “That goes without saying.”
Hermione kissed him on the cheek. “I love you.”
“And I love you as well,” he murmured, hugging her tightly.
They were married an hour after arriving in Las Vegas. The new Mr. and Mrs. Potter left a day later and arrived to their private island. Since that day, they had relaxed, fished, made love, and ate. The house elves took care of them with pride. It was clear that the two only had eyes for the other. The elves had been so happy taking care of them that they asked if they could come with them. In the end it had been Hermione who decided to take them along back to England.
“What happened to S.P.E.W.?”
“It died and well you know it,” she told him. “Are you ready to go home?”
“Don’t you know, love? Any place you are is my home,” he murmured, kissing the scar on her neck.
A week later they were back at 12 Grimmwauld Place. Hermione decided the first task for her and the elves was to make the house into a home. That meant renovating the entire house. Harry joined the auror training program. He had asked her what she wanted to do in the future.
“I don’t know. I was thinking about going to university,” she replied, looking at different paint samples. “What do you think of this red for the dining room?”
“Which university?” he inquired.
She looked over to him. “I’ve been avoiding thinking of the future. I’ve been tired for a long time. After the war, I had a plan. I thought I did anyway. Ron and I were going to get married. We would have kids and I would work at the Ministry of Magic.” She moved closer to Harry, rested her head on his shoulder. “Ron fucked anything in a skirt until he became involved with Luna Lovegood. Then that night happened.” She looked into his eyes. “Merlin, Harry, that night was amazing. I ended up comparing every man with you afterwards. But we were still so young and we both wanted to stretch our wings. I tried working at the Ministry of Magic. It was so bloody boring! Even in work I that I specialized in was like pulling teeth out of a bird’s beak!”
“So that’s why you quit,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “I thought that might be the reason.”
Smiling she stroked his chest. “You know me so well.”
“But what do you want? Tell me,” he asked. “I don’t care how crazy, or impractical you may think it is.”
“I was thinking about opening an apothecary,” she told him. “I could hire both Neville and Draco. I can just see Neville as the herbology specialist and Draco working potions that I could sell. I still don’t know whom I would hire as an accountant, but I figured I could speak to Mr. Malfoy about who he would trust with his money.”
“He doesn’t trust anyone, love,” he told her. “Lucius is one of the best money men I’ve ever known, but you are correct in thinking that he is no accountant.”
“Perhaps I should learn accounting? I was thinking about taking business classes along with mastering of potions and charms.” She took his hand within her own. “But you are my first priority, did you know that?”
He was silent a moment. “No, I didn’t.” Harry pressed closer to her, kissing the palm of her hand. “And you are mine.”
“After everything that has happened, university doesn’t seem as important,” she breathed. “Perhaps I’m just tired.”
He pulled her to her feet. “Come along then, my love, and we will take a nap.”
***
It was another four months before Bill and Charlie found out that Hermione was back in London. The fact that she was back living with Harry was totally lost on them both. The two had been invited to the Burrow and the two oldest of the Weasley brothers planned on being there as well. The brothers had yet to get their annulments, but it was decided by the two that if they couldn’t get those to start divorce proceedings within the week.
***
Harry and Hermione walked over to the Burrow hand in hand. They had just come back from the healers that morning with news, and both were just about to burst with the news. Molly greeted them and was a little surprised to see the two so close.
“Look at the two of you! The both of you look healthier and happier than I have seen in a good long time,” Molly said, watching as Harry pulled Hermione closer to himself.
“We have some news,” Hermione said to her, looking over to Harry.
He smiled and said, “We got married in America.”
Molly’s jaw dropped as she looked at the rings on Hermione’s hand that Harry was kissing. “That’s…wonderful!”
“There’s more,” Hermione said, now beaming. “I’m pregnant!”
“What!!” The scream came from Ginny, Bill, and Charlie all of whom were standing in shock at the doorway of the kitchen.
“With twins!” Harry exclaimed, as his hand went to Hermione’s belly that was slightly more curved now. “We just had to tell you, seeing as you are our family.”
“You were supposed to wait for me!” Ginny screamed.
“What the hell, Hermione!” Charlie snapped.
Bill stood there fuming, but said nothing.
“Well, we got to get going,” Hermione told them. “We’re meeting friends and family for dinner. Bye!”
Hermione and Harry left, smiling and holding each other’s hands as they went. All of them were standing there in shock. Ron ran down the stairs in a dress suit with flowers in his hands.
“Are they here yet?” he asked. “I got her favorite flowers…”
“Shut up, Ron!” Ginny, Bill, and Charlie yelled at him.
“Well, if you are going to be like that, I’m leaving!” He charged out of the house, none of them seeing the smile that was on his face. Nor did they see him hiding to see their reactions to the news the couple had just dropped on them.
Remus and Tonks greeted them with hugs at the party. The twins hugged Hermione between them, kissing her head. Luna waddled over and hugged Harry just as her husband Ron came over and patted his shoulder. He handed over the flowers to Hermione with a warm smile and a kiss on her cheek.
“You should have seen them!” Ron exclaimed with a laugh. “The moment you left Ginny had a fit, Charlie started drinking fire whiskey, and Bill started tearing apart the garden so badly that the garden gnomes ran away!”
“What did your mother do?” she asked.
He snorted with laughter. “She-she…” He kept on laughing. “She grabbed the bottle from Charlie and drank straight from it, saying she was never going to be rid Ginny!”
Others joined the party. Everyone from Alastor Moody to Neville Longbottom was there for the reception. Sirius gave a toast, as did Albus Dumbledore. Hermione was laughing at something Luna was saying when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Harry smiling next to her.
“Twins?” she asked him.
“It was the first thing that came to mind,” he replied.
“We can work at having twins,” she told him. “They do run in my family.”
“We don’t count, luv,” Fred and George told her.
“But we are diligent and we will work hard at it,” she told them with an impish grin that had many there laughing.
Later that night when Harry was half asleep, Hermione whispered, “Harry?”
He hummed, as he was too near sleep to speak.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Love you too,” he mumbled, burying his face against her throat.
“I hope you aren’t disappointed if we don’t have…”
His mouth covered her mouth in a demanding kiss, hushed them. He slid his hand over her small belly, rubbing it gently.
“I know how much you are counting on the twins,” she whispered. “Maybe next time?”
Smiling he kissed her and whispered, “Yes, maybe next time.”
***
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Harry was lying out at the beach. The private wizarding island had a population of four. Harry, Hermione, and two house elves that took care of them. The two had left England and had taken a long vacation. First by visiting the United States. He had insisted that they go to places like the huge New York quidditch pitch in upstate New York. She wanted to visit the first branch of Barnes and Noble, which was in deed a wizarding bookstore.
But once they had reached the west, Harry had wanted to go to Las Vegas. When he had asked if she wanted to go to that infamous city, she took his hand within hers.
“Only if you marry me there,” she told him.
Smiling he told her, “That goes without saying.”
Hermione kissed him on the cheek. “I love you.”
“And I love you as well,” he murmured, hugging her tightly.
They were married an hour after arriving in Las Vegas. The new Mr. and Mrs. Potter left a day later and arrived to their private island. Since that day, they had relaxed, fished, made love, and ate. The house elves took care of them with pride. It was clear that the two only had eyes for the other. The elves had been so happy taking care of them that they asked if they could come with them. In the end it had been Hermione who decided to take them along back to England.
“What happened to S.P.E.W.?”
“It died and well you know it,” she told him. “Are you ready to go home?”
“Don’t you know, love? Any place you are is my home,” he murmured, kissing the scar on her neck.
A week later they were back at 12 Grimmwauld Place. Hermione decided the first task for her and the elves was to make the house into a home. That meant renovating the entire house. Harry joined the auror training program. He had asked her what she wanted to do in the future.
“I don’t know. I was thinking about going to university,” she replied, looking at different paint samples. “What do you think of this red for the dining room?”
“Which university?” he inquired.
She looked over to him. “I’ve been avoiding thinking of the future. I’ve been tired for a long time. After the war, I had a plan. I thought I did anyway. Ron and I were going to get married. We would have kids and I would work at the Ministry of Magic.” She moved closer to Harry, rested her head on his shoulder. “Ron fucked anything in a skirt until he became involved with Luna Lovegood. Then that night happened.” She looked into his eyes. “Merlin, Harry, that night was amazing. I ended up comparing every man with you afterwards. But we were still so young and we both wanted to stretch our wings. I tried working at the Ministry of Magic. It was so bloody boring! Even in work I that I specialized in was like pulling teeth out of a bird’s beak!”
“So that’s why you quit,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “I thought that might be the reason.”
Smiling she stroked his chest. “You know me so well.”
“But what do you want? Tell me,” he asked. “I don’t care how crazy, or impractical you may think it is.”
“I was thinking about opening an apothecary,” she told him. “I could hire both Neville and Draco. I can just see Neville as the herbology specialist and Draco working potions that I could sell. I still don’t know whom I would hire as an accountant, but I figured I could speak to Mr. Malfoy about who he would trust with his money.”
“He doesn’t trust anyone, love,” he told her. “Lucius is one of the best money men I’ve ever known, but you are correct in thinking that he is no accountant.”
“Perhaps I should learn accounting? I was thinking about taking business classes along with mastering of potions and charms.” She took his hand within her own. “But you are my first priority, did you know that?”
He was silent a moment. “No, I didn’t.” Harry pressed closer to her, kissing the palm of her hand. “And you are mine.”
“After everything that has happened, university doesn’t seem as important,” she breathed. “Perhaps I’m just tired.”
He pulled her to her feet. “Come along then, my love, and we will take a nap.”
***
It was another four months before Bill and Charlie found out that Hermione was back in London. The fact that she was back living with Harry was totally lost on them both. The two had been invited to the Burrow and the two oldest of the Weasley brothers planned on being there as well. The brothers had yet to get their annulments, but it was decided by the two that if they couldn’t get those to start divorce proceedings within the week.
***
Harry and Hermione walked over to the Burrow hand in hand. They had just come back from the healers that morning with news, and both were just about to burst with the news. Molly greeted them and was a little surprised to see the two so close.
“Look at the two of you! The both of you look healthier and happier than I have seen in a good long time,” Molly said, watching as Harry pulled Hermione closer to himself.
“We have some news,” Hermione said to her, looking over to Harry.
He smiled and said, “We got married in America.”
Molly’s jaw dropped as she looked at the rings on Hermione’s hand that Harry was kissing. “That’s…wonderful!”
“There’s more,” Hermione said, now beaming. “I’m pregnant!”
“What!!” The scream came from Ginny, Bill, and Charlie all of whom were standing in shock at the doorway of the kitchen.
“With twins!” Harry exclaimed, as his hand went to Hermione’s belly that was slightly more curved now. “We just had to tell you, seeing as you are our family.”
“You were supposed to wait for me!” Ginny screamed.
“What the hell, Hermione!” Charlie snapped.
Bill stood there fuming, but said nothing.
“Well, we got to get going,” Hermione told them. “We’re meeting friends and family for dinner. Bye!”
Hermione and Harry left, smiling and holding each other’s hands as they went. All of them were standing there in shock. Ron ran down the stairs in a dress suit with flowers in his hands.
“Are they here yet?” he asked. “I got her favorite flowers…”
“Shut up, Ron!” Ginny, Bill, and Charlie yelled at him.
“Well, if you are going to be like that, I’m leaving!” He charged out of the house, none of them seeing the smile that was on his face. Nor did they see him hiding to see their reactions to the news the couple had just dropped on them.
Remus and Tonks greeted them with hugs at the party. The twins hugged Hermione between them, kissing her head. Luna waddled over and hugged Harry just as her husband Ron came over and patted his shoulder. He handed over the flowers to Hermione with a warm smile and a kiss on her cheek.
“You should have seen them!” Ron exclaimed with a laugh. “The moment you left Ginny had a fit, Charlie started drinking fire whiskey, and Bill started tearing apart the garden so badly that the garden gnomes ran away!”
“What did your mother do?” she asked.
He snorted with laughter. “She-she…” He kept on laughing. “She grabbed the bottle from Charlie and drank straight from it, saying she was never going to be rid Ginny!”
Others joined the party. Everyone from Alastor Moody to Neville Longbottom was there for the reception. Sirius gave a toast, as did Albus Dumbledore. Hermione was laughing at something Luna was saying when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Harry smiling next to her.
“Twins?” she asked him.
“It was the first thing that came to mind,” he replied.
“We can work at having twins,” she told him. “They do run in my family.”
“We don’t count, luv,” Fred and George told her.
“But we are diligent and we will work hard at it,” she told them with an impish grin that had many there laughing.
Later that night when Harry was half asleep, Hermione whispered, “Harry?”
He hummed, as he was too near sleep to speak.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Love you too,” he mumbled, burying his face against her throat.
“I hope you aren’t disappointed if we don’t have…”
His mouth covered her mouth in a demanding kiss, hushed them. He slid his hand over her small belly, rubbing it gently.
“I know how much you are counting on the twins,” she whispered. “Maybe next time?”
Smiling he kissed her and whispered, “Yes, maybe next time.”
***
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