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113 Days Later (In Time Series 2)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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Arthur wondered whether now the rules had been broken inside the shed, Hermione might break them outside too. During the summer she had always been very careful not to treat him in any way differently to the way she had always done. Inside the house he was only ever Ron’s dad and there were no sneaky looks or sly touches to give away what happened elsewhere. But the kissing had changed everything and it was possible it might affect the way she treated him, which would then impact how the rest of the family viewed them. He knew he needed to remain vigilant and be ready to ensure things didn’t get out of hand.
However, it seemed he was being unnecessarily anxious as once he returned to the house to join his family for dinner Hermione treated him no differently than usual. She was polite yet distant, her only interaction with him to say a brief hullo and to thank him for allowing her to stay at the Burrow for Christmas. Once dinner was out of the way and she had helped Molly with the washing up, the rest of the evening was spent with Ron, Ginny, and Harry playing Exploding Snap in the lounge and she only said a general goodnight to the room at large before going up to bed.
Even at breakfast this morning she had given nothing more than the usual pleasantries before disappearing behind the newspaper as she ate her toast; she didn’t even look in his direction when her friends asked her to join them on a walk to the village. She had wrapped herself up in scarf, hat and gloves, grabbed her coat and put on her boots, and headed off out into the cold morning without so much as a look back.
Arthur spent a couple of hours helping Molly with some work she needed doing around the house in readiness for the party they were holding in the evening, but as soon as he could manage he headed to his shed feeling the need to be alone. He had no idea if Hermione was intending to join him at any point during the day, but if she did he would have to have a word with her. It was too late to stop her calling him Arthur; there was no way they could sensibly return to the more formal address now that barrier had been broken. But they could stop the kissing, which he was certain would eventually cause far more problems than his name.
He didn’t really want to stop kissing Hermione. In fact, he had spent quite some time the previous night while she was with her friends focussing on her wonderful mouth and remembering how good she tasted. Arthur had actually become so engrossed that he hadn’t noticed Molly talking to him, and the guilt had resurfaced when he realised he was far more interested in Hermione than in anything his wife had to say. Arthur had covered well enough, pretending that exhaustion after work had made him drift away, all the while hoping Molly hadn’t noticed the direction in which he had been staring. But it had taken a considerable amount of willpower to ignore Hermione for the rest of the evening.
However, once he was in bed Arthur returned to Hermione’s mouth and those marvellous kisses that so intensified the feelings between them. He suspected that he could happily spend all day with Hermione wrapped in his arms, the two of them kissing, not even bothering with any other activity. But unfortunately, it had to cease. Arthur was going to have to remind her that she was just one of his artefacts and would be treated accordingly.
It was going to be so hard to do, though.

Hermione hurried across the yard, making her way to the shed, aware that she didn’t have much time. She’d had no choice but to go for a walk with Harry, Ron and Ginny when they had asked her earlier, otherwise they would have wondered why she didn’t want to go out with them. Unfortunately, that meant she couldn’t use going for a walk as an excuse to get her out of the house so she could go and spend some time with Arthur.
Then, to make things worse, both Harry and Ron had separately requested that she help them with wrapping their Christmas presents which, being typical blokes, they had of course, left right until the last minute to sort out, even though they had known there was going to be a party in the evening. She promised both that she would help them, knowing it would only cause an argument if she refused, but told them they would need to wait until after tea.
Molly was looking for help in the kitchen and had already roped in Ginny, but Hermione knew that if she volunteered she was never going to get any time alone with Arthur today. The thought of that was completely unbearable as she was already fairly certain they weren’t going to get any time alone together tomorrow as it was Christmas Day and Arthur would be expected to spend it with all the family, not hiding away in his shed.
Despite feeling a little guilty about doing so, she feigned a headache, citing the need to lie down for a while to get her out of doing any of the work. Molly accepted it without question and while she and Ginny set to work making mince pies, quiches and more for the party, Hermione went back upstairs to the room she shared with Ginny to ‘sleep it off’, promising herself that she would give extra help with the Christmas dinner the following morning to make up for what she wasn’t doing today.
Once she was certain everyone was otherwise engaged Hermione crept back down the stairs, remembering to miss the squeaky step that would give away her duplicity, and snuck out the front door, pulling it to quietly before creeping around the house, ducking down to pass under the kitchen window. Fortunately, it was already getting dark and she could stick to the shadows to get to Arthur’s shed without being seen, but she still ran, just in case someone came out of the kitchen door.
As she reached the shed Hermione thought about what she had to do. Although she had very much enjoyed kissing Arthur and would be more than happy to continue to do so, breaking that rule had definitely changed things between them and she needed to nip it in the bud before it got out of hand. Regardless of what she might want, Arthur was a married man and wasn’t going to give up thirty-odd years of marriage just because their kisses were incredible, nor did she want him to . . . not really.
It would be a lie to say that she hadn’t considered what it would be like to be a real lover with full and unfettered access to Arthur several times over the preceding three-odd months, but she had always known it was just a fantasy. It could never become a reality. She was just part of Arthur’s Muggle collection, not his girlfriend.
But the kissing had definitely made things more intimate between them and although Hermione had just about managed to stick to her rules in the house and hadn’t treated Arthur any differently than she always had, she knew the same couldn’t be said for him. Several times she had noticed him watching her, however much she tried to ignore it, and he had even ended up in a slight altercation with Molly because of it. He had obviously given a plausible excuse — that time — but it couldn’t continue or they would get caught. And that just couldn’t be allowed to happen.
For a moment Hermione wondered whether she should also go back to calling Arthur by his more formal title. At first, she decided there was little point unless that too proved to be a problem for him; she had always thought of him as Arthur but called him Mr Weasley in the company of others and didn’t expect to have a problem remembering to do so in the future as it was second nature to her by now. But then she remembered she was just a Muggle artefact. He was Mr Weasley to her and should remain so, however much she might want it otherwise.
Both the kissing and the name had to go.
Hermione opened the door to the shed and slipped inside, pleased that it was far warmer in there than out in the yard although it didn’t anywhere near meet the warmth of the house. She remembered how hot the place had got during the summer and wished some of that heat could have been retained or transferred. She was definitely going to feel the chill if Arthur undressed her, although with the small amount of time available to them that wasn’t likely to be a problem today.
She smiled at Arthur as he looked round from his workbench and he stood up as she walked towards him.
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you yesterday, Mr Weasley,’ Hermione said, sounding rueful, before stepping into his open arms. She needed to get it said and make sure he understood it wasn’t going to happen again before there was any intimacy between them. ‘It was wonderful and I really do love kissing you, but that’s not what this is about. I’m meant to be an artefact and nothing more. It’s supposed to stay in here, not go into the house.’
Arthur stared at Hermione in surprise. Although she was saying everything he had been thinking and had intended to say to her, he was a little surprised she had thought of it. He had thought that only he had noticed the changes it had caused. And she had reverted to the more formal title too.
He nodded. ‘You’re right, Hermione. I very much enjoy kissing you as well but it makes everything so much more . . . personal. Perhaps I should give you that examination I promised you.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘There isn’t time for that today, unfortunately. I’m supposed to be upstairs asleep with a headache — it was my excuse to get out of helping Mrs Weasley and the others with food preparation, and tea will be ready soon. It’s just going to be a few bits with the party happening later.’
Arthur looked and felt disappointed at the realisation that there wasn’t going to be time to play. With all his concentration on his latest project he had completely forgotten about the party. Maybe they had been premature with stopping the kissing. A good session of that might just about make up for not getting to examine Hermione’s beautiful body, particularly when tomorrow was likely to be just as big a wash-out.
‘We really haven’t got much time but that doesn’t mean we can’t do anything,’ Hermione told him, surprising Arthur once more. She had a wicked smirk on her face now. ‘I was going to do this yesterday, but, well . . . you know how things turned out.’
She was holding his robe and raised it to reveal his underpants as she had done several times during her summer visits. Her free hand brushed the hard bulge, then slid inside and grasped Arthur’s cock as he gave a small gasp. A few seconds later his erection was free and Hermione’s hand pumped him, the pressure exactly as he had shown her during the summer holiday. After another few minutes during which he definitely regretted giving up the kissing, Hermione dropped to her knees, her face now level with the hard, throbbing mass.
‘I think I thought about sucking your cock more than anything else during that very long exile at school,’ she admitted. ‘It’s even more magnificent than I remembered it being.
‘—I want you to cum for me, Mr Weasley.’
Hermione slid her mouth over the end of his cock, sucking it as deep as she could take it without gagging. Arthur hissed and gripped her shoulder, his eyes closing for a moment as he savoured the sensation. Hermione’s tongue was swirling around the shaft now, teasing and probing as she made her way towards the tip.
‘I don’t think it’s going to take long if you keep doing that,’ he just about managed to say.
Hermione looked up at him and he groaned. Gods, she looked amazing like that.
She sucked hard, only the head in her mouth now as if she was ready for him to erupt. Arthur knew he was close, but he wasn’t that close. Then he remembered Hermione’s trick for inducing his climax and wondered whether she was going to do it to him today. He really hoped she would.
Again her tongue licked and swirled, back down the hard length, all the way down to his testes. Arthur’s breath caught as Hermione moved to take one of his balls in her mouth, sucking gently on it as once again her hand resumed tugging him. The second soon followed, the sucking increasing in intensity, and then Arthur felt her fingers stroking that sensitive area between his scrotum and his anus and excitement fluttered in his stomach as it tightened, the exquisite feeling growing ever more intense.
Hermione had released his balls from her mouth and was now squeezing them gently as she once again returned her attention to his cock, swallowing him and sucking hard as her other hand moved slowly towards his anus. Arthur couldn’t stop his buttocks from clenching as Hermione pushed a finger inside him and he cried out, that shiver of excitement spreading further as she continued to milk him with her eager mouth, the sucking motion dragging the fluid from the base of his testicles and up through his hard, throbbing shaft.
With a cry of desire he moved his hips, fucking Hermione’s face as he rode her finger, her soft hand still massaging his balls as the seed rose within him. Another cry broke from him, sharper and more intense. Arthur was unable to hold back; the cum erupted as his cock twitched, finally stopping after the fourth pulse. He closed his eyes, enjoying the intense sensation coursing through his body. Her finger was gone now and she was no longer holding him, but Hermione continued to gently suck him for a few seconds before her tongue flicked out, cleaning his now softening cock of any remaining cum. She sat back, smirking, and watched Arthur silently for a moment, then she stood up.
‘You taste so good,’ she told him as she pressed against him.
Arthur felt the urge to grab her to him and kiss her soundly but knew he had to resist. No doubt Hermione was fighting it just as hard as he was, so he had to remain strong.
‘That was amazing, Thank you, Hermione,’ he said sincerely. Already he was wishing he could return the favour but knew it would have to wait. Tea would soon be ready and then he had a party to prepare for and host.
‘I’d better get going,’ Hermione said. She sounded disappointed. ‘Don’t want to be caught out here when I’m supposed to be ill in bed.’
Arthur wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her. ‘That really was fantastic. I definitely owe you one.’
For a moment he thought Hermione was going to kiss him and the thought caused a fluttering sensation in his stomach, but instead she pulled away from him, already heading for the door.
‘I’ll see you later,’ she said with a wink, and then she was gone.
Arthur pulled up his underpants then returned to his workbench to clear away his tools before returning to the house. As he worked he thought about what had just happened. Hermione’s blow job had been every bit as good as the previous ones she had given him, as good as he had told her it was, and he had enjoyed it very much.
But while it had been good there seemed to be something lacking, some spark that was missing. He knew even without thinking about it that it was the lack of kissing that had removed the frisson that had been between them previously, had made it far more impersonal. Both he and Hermione had enjoyed it, but it could have been so much better.
Feeling guilty now for thinking that way when he knew he should just be grateful that Hermione was even willing to give him a blow job, Arthur finished clearing up and left the shed, walking slowly towards the back door. Banning the kissing was the right thing to do, he knew it was. But it was so bloody hard when it was now one of the things he most wanted to do with Hermione.
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