Family Ties

The only noise in their bedroom was the scratch of quill on scroll as Hermione wrote a short note to Molly explaining where Harry and Ginny were and why. No point hiding anything from Molly, Hermione was certain she was part Seer.

She gently blew on the ink, watching the colour change as it dried. She carefully folded it into a envelope and sealed it. Sliding her legs from under the covers she pulled his robe closer around her as she walked to the window and opened it. She whistled softly, hearing the distant sound of wings before her owl swooped in, landing almost silently on the window sill.

“Hey, Snowflake. Feel like a night time trip?” She attached the letter to the owls leg, giving it a gentle stroke before it took off into the night. She watched it till she could no longer see it before she closed the window. She looked over her shoulder at the giant four-poster where Barty lay, a book resting on his chest as he rest, his reading glasses slipping down his nose.

She slowly made her way back over to the bed, heading for his side. He raised his eyes to hers as she came to halt beside him.

“You look so sexy with those glasses on,” She whispered before climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips.

“And they’re so functional too,” he quipped, the book discarded beside him as he reached up and pulled her down to him so he could kiss her. His tongue begged entrance to her mouth, which she granted, her tongue duelling with his.

They pulled apart as she sighed his name, resting her head on his chest. He stroked her arm underneath the terry cloth fabric of his robe, chuckling, “You know you bought me this and I think I’ve worn it once. You’ve always got it on.”

“Can’t help it if I buy you presents that are comfy and you buy me sexy things that, while they’re nice, are also not very relaxing.”

“Wearing them is not meant to make you relax.” He raised his hips for emphasis. She laughed before rolling off him and back under the covers for warmth.

He gasped and she tangled her legs with his under the covers, “Your feet are freezing!”

Still laughing she wrapped one arm around his torso and rested her head on his shoulder, “And yours are just so warm.”

“Good job I love you or you’d be out of this bed like a flash for those feet.” He reached up and pulled his glasses off, depositing them on the bedside table. “So, you’ve not said a thing about it so I’m guessing it’s playing on your mind, what do you think of all this warning stuff?”

“I think we got lucky.” She sighed, holding him a little tighter, “We were starting to get careless. There’s not been a real threat for so long that we’re getting sloppy with security. Almost forgetting who Harry is.”

“Who could forget the boy who lived?” Barty turned slightly, his arm threading inside Hermione’s robe and resting on her naked back. Sometimes it was just nice to feel her, skin-to-skin, no more than that. “You’re right, I think we all were starting to forget what that used to mean.”

“Do you think there’s something going on? A new threat?”

“There’s always a new threat, love.” Barty replied, kissing the end of her nose. “The difference now is that this appears to be an organised threat. Not good at all.”

“There has been rumours though hasn’t there?”

“What?” Barty looked down at her before smiling, “Should have guessed you’d have known. Yes, there have been rumours of a new organisation within the dark magic circles. For now there’s nothing we can officially do, no evidence, no leads. The Aurors office is stuck. All we have is rumour.”

“Unofficially?” Hermione asked, knowing Barty had something up his sleeve.

“Unofficially, I’m going to look into it.” He kissed her again, “Okay, no more talk.”

“Oh but what else is there?” Hermione asked, her eyelashes fluttering in innocence, her body beginning to tingle as it always did when he got that look in his eyes. His already dark eyes became darker and that certain smile spread across his face.

“Take that robe off and I’ll show you.”

She raised an eyebrow at him before slowly pulling away and sliding out from under the sheets. She stood back and locked eyes with him. Raising her hands she untied the already loosened belt and let the ends fall to the sides. She slowly moved her shoulder, lowering the robe until it fell to the ground leaving her naked.

Barty lay watching, his eyes gliding over her body slowly, caressing her curves and drinking in the sight of her. She slowly walked back to the bed, climbing onto it and pushing the covers out of the way before crawling over to him. She leant over his body, her breasts brushing his chest as she posed a second before blowing out the candle.

The room descended into a soft darkness, the moonlight coming through the window casting blue light on their bodies as Hermione slid over him, lining up their bodies and sinking down onto his erection. She groaned with pleasure at their joining, feeling him fill her in the familiar way that made every inch of her body sing his name.

He reached up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs stroking the already hard peaks. She moaned his name, beginning to slowly rock her hips causing a delicious friction. She gasped as he bucked his hips under her, causing him to move even deeper within her. From so little movement she was amazed at how much pleasure she was feeling. From her toes to the tip of her head she was tingling.

“Barty…” she pleaded, she couldn’t move. Her body had gone slack from pleasure. Intuitively he pulled her down to him before rolling them over and propping himself up on his arms. He pulled back and thrust forward, his strokes sure and deep.

She was so sensitised that she could barely breathe, she felt so alive yet so sedated. She couldn’t move a muscle but she was buzzing with the sensation of him buried so deep within her. Her approaching climax seemed to spur him on, making him move harder and faster, her gasped pleas and encouragements driving him.

He thrust into her as she cried out, her body on fire and her senses spiralling. She was floating as she felt her pleasure ebbing and flowing away into a quite sedated feeling. Barty had collapsed on her chest, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat and muscles shuddering.

“Wow,” Hermione whispered when she found her voice, her fingers gently lacing in his hair.

“Seconded.” He replied, slowly rolling off and laying beside her.

She rolled to him and he wrapped his arms around her. She listened as his heartbeat returned to its normal thump-thump.

“Will you promise me something?” She whispered after a while, her body calling out for sleep.

“If I can.”

“Don’t go do anything stupid. I need you to come home to me every night.”

His arms around her tightened as he kissed the top her head, “From the moment I wake up to the second I go to sleep you and Ella are all that I think about. I will never do anything that would take me away from you, from all this.”

“Good,” she kissed his chest a few times, breathing in the scent of their lovemaking and enjoying his body wrapped around hers. At least in this place she was safe and secure. She had never known a set of arms that made her feel as contented as his did.