Hidden Truths

Making Up

OK everybody. I\'ve gotten a lot of commentary on the timing of my recent story, \'Buried Secrets.\' Trust me. It doesn\'t spoil the plot for this one.

I posted it early for purposes that shall be revealed later so if you haven\'t read the first two chapters I\'ve posted of it, you should...

That being said..re ire is a new chapter of \'Hidden Truths\' and boy is it a smutty one! It is called \'Making Up\' for a reason people. I hereby dedicate this chapter to everyone who asked for a make-up sex scene and were disappointed that it appeared I didn\'t write one. Well I did and you\'ll be pleased to note that not only is this it, but there is so much sex in it that the plot line is barely furthered at all. Enjoy!

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"You asshole," Willow groaned into Harry's mouth as they kissed passionately, having been two steps in the door when Harry had sat her down, and she had pounced on him, being so turned on by the assertive behaviour of her spouse that she couldn't wait another moment.

Bits and pieces of their clothes had been quickly and haphazardly thrown off at odd intervals in the past minute and a half since they had entered their quarters. Her robes and skirt and his shirt and robes made their way onto the floor, and Willow's black lace bra onto the bust of Dorcas Wellbeloved that Willow kept on the mantle above the fire. Their barely clothed bodies now touched but didn't satisfy the ache that emanated impatiently from their groins. Indeed, Willow and Harry had found that there was nothing sexier than an angry spouse.

"You've called me that before, should I be offended?" Harry asked, moaning as Willow's hand brushed teasingly against the crotch of his pants and beg began to open his belt.

"You're going to let me do the spell then?" Willow asked, writhing in ecstasy as one of Harry's long fingers finally reached the juncture of her thighs, placing the fingertip teasingly on top of her throbbing clitoris and rubbing agonizingly slow.

"If it'll keep both you and James safe and me alive, then yes." Harry moved his mouth down to her collarbone, kissing and sucking the skin lightly while continuing his ministrations to her sensitive flesh. He had decided halfway through their argument on the way back to their rooms that he would agree to her plan but continued to argue with her knowing that the harder they fought, they harder they would make up. A fact that had become evident as soon as they had closed the door to the suite and Willow had leapt on him, arousal to match Harry's own driving her to make the first move towards making up.

A shudder ran through Willow's body. Somehow she knew they wouldn't make it to the bedroom tonight. With another groan, she threw herself on top of her husband, wrapping her legs around his waist and waving her hand to magic their clothes away, not caring where she was banishing them to at the moment.

"I want you now," she growled out harshly, urging him to move deeper into the living room.

"Here?" Harry kissed her neck roughly, knowing she liked it that way and moved towards the rug next to the fire. With a wave of his own hand now the fire blazed up in the grate, a last ditch effort by Harry to make sure they would be warm when they came down from the sexual fervour they were currently indulging themselves in. Willow whimpered in reply, pushing harder onto the hand that had replaced Harry's finger. Harry's cock twitched in anticipation as he thought of what would soon be replacing his hand. With a moan of his own, he laid them back onto the rug, Willow on top as she preferred. More control that way apparently, and Willow loved to be in control.

Willow wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation and impaled herself on her husbands throbbing length, intent on making this the best fuck of their lives. Indeed, they had fought before, but never this violently. It stood to reason (a fact that she was profoundly happy about) that the make up sex would be as violent. They let out twin sighs of ecstasy as the ache in Willow's groin was satisfied momentarily and Harry's twitching cock was engulfed in his wife's wet heat. The room was becoming unbearably hot as they began to move in earnenot not willing to make this time slow.

"Oh Merlin." Willow groaned, the pleasure so intense she was seeing stars, Harry's hands moving up to caress her breasts that now stood at attention waiting for his touch. He didn't disappoint, taking the nipples in his fingertips and twisting lightly, urging Willow's passage to clench painfully around his member.

Harry grunted softly as he felt Willow tighten her internal hold on him before flipping them over onto the rug, deciding that for tonight he was going to be in control. Willow didn't seem to mind, the loud cry as he buried himself deeply in her proving that fact. Harry began to thrust in earnest now, Willow's body tight around his cock and her legs working up his to wrap around his waist.

A muffled cry slipped out of Willow's mouth, the onset of hegasmgasm close. "Are you"¦" she panted into Harry's ear, not willing to fall over the edge without him, "there yet?"

This was going embarrassingly fast, Harry thought groaning a reply in the affirmative to his wife before reaching down between them to twist her engorged nubbin. By the feeling of her dripping passage beginning to clench rhythmically on his member as her orgasm began, Willow didn't appear to mind. With a shout of ecstasy Harry let himself go.

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They came back to themselves slowly, the sexual haze fading as they let the post-orgasmic lethargy engulf them in relaxing comfort. Whoever said that making up was fun was right. It was an entirely pleasurable experience, as both parties involved could now attest.

Willow felt a slow grin build on her face, her breath still coming in shortened intervals and the perspiration heavy on her body. Harry, she noted, was no better, his cock still semi-erect inside her body.

"I take it you're not angry with me anymore?" Harry\'s question rumbled out of his chest in a low voice, his body propped up above hers.

Willow's legs, still around his waist, abruptly dropped. "Now where would you get an idea like that?" He HAD called her spells faulty after all. She figured she was due some teasing on Harry's part.

Harry's jaw dropped in confusion, his eyes on his grinning wife lying underneath him, her eyes still closed. "What? I thought that"¦" He watched as Willow's eyes slid lazily open, her grin turning into a smirk.

"That was sarcasm Harry. Now I'm still a LITTLE angry at you for telling me my spells are bad, but I can understand where you're coming from. I will therefore respect the fact that you need to do this and don't need myself or James distracting you while you firmly dispatch our evil friend Voldemort." She moved a bit, indicating that Harry was becoming heavy and he got off of her, lying down on the rug and drawing Willow into his arms. With a sigh, he placed a kiss onto her bare neck and took her hand, intertwining their fingers so that Willow couldn't tell where hers started and his began. "Do you think it'll always be like this?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked softly, continuing to kiss her neck and face lightly.

"Stop that, you're distracting me"¦" Willow murmured, wanting to talk with her husband and knowing that if he continued, they WOULD have sex again and then she'd forget everything she had to say to him in the first place.

"Like this"¦you and me"¦" she looked up, sighing in frustration as she saw the confused look on Harry's face. Harry, she had noticed very early in their relationship, was not very quick on the uptake at times. This was one of them. "Together. I mean"¦"

"What happens if Voldemort wins?" Harry finished the unspoken question quietly, contemplating. "I don't know. I suspect that if he does it won't matter because we'll all be dead anyway"¦I mean really, what's the likelihood that he'll let anyone on the light side survive?"

"Harry," Willow scolded lightly, turning around and putting her arms around him. "Stop being morbid. I asked a serious question."

"And I'm giving you a serious answer." He put a finger under her chin so that their eyes met. "Without a doubt, you and James will be one of the first he goes after." He was quiet a moment, his words casting an eerie calm over the room. "That's why we cannot let him win. I refuse to."

"Harry," Willow said awkwardnot not knowing what to say to such a statement but unwilling to let the silence continue.

"No, he's not winning. Not when I have something he doesn't," Harry finished, eyes shining with determination, a smile building on his face. "You're probably wondering what that something is, aren't you?"

A smirk built on Willow's face in response to Harry's smile. "Well, I was wondering. What is this magnificent secret weapon Harry Potter has to wield against such a dark Lord?"

Harry was silent a moment before answering in a reverent voice. "You. You and James," he cleared his suddenly tight throat before going on. "I mean honestly, what does he have to live for? Power? Greed? World domination?" He shook his head. "No, I have too much going for me to even think of losing any of it. And if that means getting you to do some advanced spells that will probably make me overly concerned but in the end will work out, then so be it."

Tears that had been gathering in Willow's eyes since Harry began his impromptu speech began to fall as she searched for an answer to the feelings he had just poured out in verbal formation. In the end, there wasn't any option left to her but one. Silently, her lips moved up to meet his in an emotional kiss, her actions saying more than any words could have.

A laugh escaped her as she felt his penis, previously flaccid between them start to grow again. "Again?"

"Well we only made up once," he murmured smugly into her ear. "I think that that fight we had earlier warrants at least another round."

"Or two," Willow agreed, smiling into his mouth.

"Or three," Harry went on, joining her in smiling. His lascivious thoughts and roving hands were stopped short though as the fire turned green in front of their intertwined bodies, indicating an incoming floo.

"We're not stopping this time," Willow moaned softly, referring to the morning of Sirius and Remus' ill-timed entrance into their bedroom, and kissed him still harder, moving her hand down to lightly stroke his erect member.

"What if it's Albus or Minerva?" Harry breathed out harshly, her hand sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine as he continued his erotic ministrations. She was rapidly sending him past the point of caring that someone might get an eyeful in the next few seconds.

"Let them watch"¦" she murmured mischievously. Harry apparently agreed with this sentiment, as he climbed on top of her body and a face appeared in the fire.

"Harry? Will- oh good God!" Sirius looked shocked, his head disappearing from view as quickly as it had arrived.

"Well he won't be doing that again," Harry responded smugly as he entered his wife for the second time that evening. Willow's laughter, and the gentle murmurings and moans that followed, were the last sounds heard in the room for quite some time.

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It was a shocked and amused Sirius that emerged from the fire back in the Room of Requirement. Indeed, the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix had been concerned about the Potters, worried that they had killed each other on the way back to their rooms or something equally as disturbing. Sirius had been elected to floo them and check. He had expected to find them still arguing"¦how wrong he had been.

"They're fine," Sirius said shortly to a curious Order, cheeks blushing darkly.

Remus, realizing by the shell-shocked look and the blush on his friends face what he had seen, and started to smile. "Caught them again did you?"

A reluctant grin slid onto Sirius' face, the blush on his cheeks growing darker. "Yes. They apparently couldn't wait for the bedroom to make-up"¦"

Laughter erupted in the room at his embarrassed words.

"Again, Sirius?" Ron piped up, confused at this comment of Remus', but highly amused and extremely grateful that he, as second choice to check on Willow and Harry, had lost the galleon toss.

"Yeah. About two months ago. Willow was quite angry at Remus and I." Sirius looked sheepish before turning to an alert James, who was playing with Hermiones hair as he sat on her lap. "And if your parents aren't careful, they're going to make a brother out of you very shortly and your Grandpa Sirius blind." This spurred more laughter from the group as they got up and adjourned the meeting for the evening. The planning portion of the upcoming battle would commence in the morning. The war had begun.