Time as a Healer

Hermione walked to her front door and pushed it open with her foot. Her hands were full, keys and a bottle of diet coke in one and her bulging briefcase in the other. As she walked in, Crookshanks was immediately at her feet, purring loudly. She smiled down at him.

‘Hello, are you hungry? I don’t suppose Sam fed you, did he?’ She smiled.

‘No… Sam didn’t feed him. But he’s going to feed you…’

Hermione’s heart leapt into her mouth as she turned towards the deep chocolate voice. He was leaning against the doorframe, tall and wiry, his black silky hair swept back from his face, his dark eyes glittering and a smile hovering around his mouth. He was wearing her favourite white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her eyes lingered on the tattoo on his forearm before she raised her eyes to his, her stomach flipping over.

‘Hey…’ Hermione smiled and walked over to where he was standing, snaking her arms around his hips as he bent his head to kiss her on the mouth. Their lips met and Hermione parted hers a little. His tongue slipped delicately through the convenient gap and touched hers slowly. He let out a small moan and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him as his cock hardened against her thigh.

He pulled away and stared into her large amber eyes, which were heavy with lust.

‘What do you want to eat first, me or the Chinese?’ he gasped a little. Jesus, she always turned him on.

‘You, definitely…’ she said softly.

‘Good. I can never eat with a hard on…’ He smiled slowly and kissed her again, hard.

Hermione moaned and cupped his balls with her hand as he lifted her skimpy blouse, his hand brushing lightly over her breasts.

‘Bed…’ she murmured.

They struggled to keep their bodies touching as they walked to the bedroom. By the time they got there, Hermione was half naked and Sam’s trousers and underpants had been abandoned on the stairs. They kissed fervently as they fell, all arms and legs, onto the bed and Sam entered her slick pussy smoothly. They gasped and Hermione closed her eyes. Gods he was huge and in the five years they had been sharing a bed, she had said a little prayer of thanks after every fuck for the size of him and how he made her scream.

Sam thrust quickly. He had been waiting for her all day. He grunted with effort and pushed himself up on his arms to look down at her breasts. He loved the way they moved when he fucked her and every now and then he would dip his head to take a pert caramel nipple between his lips and kiss and suckle at them, making her squirm beneath him. She was beautiful.

‘I’m coming…. Oh, fuck me, Sam….’ Hermione cried out and her body shook with spasms of pleasure, her pussy squeezing him hard, her juices soaking them both.

‘Oh Jesus, yes! Oh god, Hermione!’ He shuddered and shot his load hard into her, panting, sweat glistening on his upper lip. He looked down at her and smiled.

‘Fuck, that was good!’ He grinned at her.

Hermione grinned back at him. She loved Fridays. Sam never worked on a Friday, he spent all day cleaning the house, doing the laundry. They would eat take away and then fuck…usually until the Sunday, when they would maybe go for lunch at the pub or he would take her to their favourite restaurant. Either way, it was just the two of them.

‘It was good. You’re good….’ She replied as he pulled his glistening cock from her and lay beside her on the bed. He stroked her hair a little and kissed her softly.

‘I missed you today…’ He murmured.

‘You always miss me on Fridays.’ She smiled and kissed him back. ‘I missed you, too.’

‘Marry me, Hermione…’ he murmured.

‘One day…’ she murmured back and they laughed. He always asked her on a Friday, usually after their first fuck. And she always gave him the same answer. She wanted nothing more than to marry this gorgeous man, but it was too complicated and she couldn’t go there.

‘Hungry?’ He asked her, raising his eyebrow a little.

‘Yep…starving.’ She grinned.

‘Chinese is in the oven, keeping warm…’ he grinned ‘I knew you’d need me as a starter first!’

Hermione laughed, a deep, womanly sound that reverberated into his very soul. He loved her so much.


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They ate and drank wine in the kitchen. Hermione told him about her day. She loved her job in the town library, it kept her engrossed and she was always coming home with books for them to read and discuss. They shared intelligent conversation, it was one of the things that attracted him to her and turned them from being just people who happened to share a house into lovers.

Hermione took a mouthful of wine.

‘Any messages today?’ She asked him as he tucked into his special fried rice and Thai red curry.

Sam nodded and swallowed a little.

‘Shit, yes. Sorry. Harry called. His message was, and I’m quoting him word for word: ‘Stop ignoring my messages, it’s urgent that I talk to you. If you don’t call me back tonight, I will come to you.’ – I don’t know why you’re avoiding him, Hermione. I thought he was your friend?’

Hermione went pale as she looked at him. ‘He is. I’m not avoiding him, I just don’t feel like talking to anyone much right now… except you…’ She smiled at him, her eyes misty.

Sam noticed tears in her eyes and covered her hand with his. ‘What is it?’

‘Nothing…it’s nothing.’ She smiled and drained her wine glass. ‘More wine?’ She waved her empty glass at him and he shrugged at her, filling her glass.

‘Well, you’d better call him, otherwise he will turn up here sometime and I don’t want to be put off my stroke mid-coitus, if you don’t mind…’ he muttered.

Hermione laughed. He was funny and sweet.

‘Fine… I’ll call him now… I’ll go into the bedroom… wont be long, ten minutes at the most. I promise!’ She leant forward and kissed him gently. ‘I love you…’ she said softly.

He raised his eyebrow at her. ‘Good. Hurry up, I need more sex….’ He laughed, a deep booming sound that bounced off the kitchen cupboards a little.

‘Romantic…’ Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes at him as she took her wine into the bedroom.

Hermione climbed the stairs with a heavy heart. She opened her top drawer and pulled out her wand. Opening the window, she summoned a post owl and scribble a short note to Harry, arranging to met him in Hogsmede on her lunch break on Monday. She gave the owl a small treat and sent it on its way quickly, closing the window.

She sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. She had always known it might come to this but over the years she had convinced herself that the version of reality she had created would last forever. She allowed tears to fall down her face as she thought of Sam.

‘No’…she sighed. She would have to stop thinking of him as Sam and she knew it. Her heart was breaking slowly. She hoped it wouldn’t be too soon. She needed time to say goodbye.


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