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113 Days Later (In Time Series 2)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8955 -:- 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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It seemed that with all the inactivity the day before, Mrs Weasley was more determined than usual that everyone should get out and about and get some fresh air. Over breakfast, she suggested a shopping trip to Diagon Alley, which Ginny eagerly accepted as the sales had started and she was keen to find a few bargains with her Christmas money.
Hermione declined the opportunity, citing the need to get some homework completed before she returned to school, which surprised no one. But she faithfully promised she would take a walk into the village of Ottery St Catchpole once she finished in order to get the prescribed fresh air.
Arthur also turned down the shopping trip but left the house shortly after breakfast to visit a work colleague who had been poorly over the holidays, taking with him a food parcel that Molly packed up for him. George left after breakfast too, needing to return to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, and Harry and Ron went to assist him, not wanting to face the sales scrum as shoppers but still feeling the need to get out of the house. Percy and his girlfriend, Audrey, left shortly after the boys, setting off to spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with Audrey’s parents. They too took a considerable quantity of food with them.
Hermione was pleased when she was finally left on her own in the Burrow, the first time she had been completely alone since the short time she had spent pretending she had a headache before she had gone to visit Arthur in the shed on Christmas Eve. She was fairly certain he would be returning to the house shortly as it had been far too long since they had last had the opportunity to play together and she knew Arthur wouldn’t miss the chance for an extended session with Molly out of the way for most of the day. Surely he must be every bit as horny as she was by now, wasn’t he?
She knew, too, that he was going to want to talk to her about George, and more specifically about her behaviour with him on Christmas Eve, as she was aware he hadn’t been particularly happy about her disappearing off with his son. Part of her was a little annoyed about it as it had happened outside the shed and was therefore outside the scope of their relationship. But Hermione knew she had only gone with George in the first place because she hadn’t been able to get intimate with Arthur, so it was disingenuous to pretend that the two things weren’t related.
Anyway, she wanted to reassure him that there was nothing going on between her and George — after a particularly difficult conversation between them on Christmas Day morning had shot down in flames any chance of them becoming a couple or of anything else ever happening between them — so she and Arthur would need to talk about it, even if only briefly. However sweet George was, and however good he had been in bed, Hermione’s heart and everything else about her belonged to his father, even if it was only when they were in his shed.
It didn’t take her long to complete the homework and soon she was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, impatiently awaiting Arthur’s return.

Arthur smiled as he came through the kitchen door and saw Hermione waiting for him. While he was fairly certain that her interlude with George hadn’t been anything serious, it was good to see her there and appearing eager to be with him. Hermione offered him a cup of tea but he was keen to get to the shed. It had been far too long since he had played with Hermione and with Molly out of the house, potentially all day, it gave him plenty of time to give her the thorough examination he had promised as well as indulge in all the other sexual activities they both enjoyed so much.
For a moment he considered a fantasy he’d had several times during the months Hermione was away at school, wondering whether today was the day he could make it a reality. But Arthur knew that as with the cessation of the kissing, this was something else that couldn’t happen. His fantasies might take place elsewhere but their relationship had to stay exclusively in the shed. Hermione was a Muggle artefact and nothing more and he had to remember that.
It was a shame, though. The idea of seeing Hermione tied to his bed, naked and helpless, had given him many erections during the one hundred and thirteen days they had been apart. He longed to tease her into a frenzy while she could do nothing to stop him; to bring her to the edge of climax time and again until eventually she cried out, begging him to give her the release she so needed, with a promise that he could do anything he wanted with her.
Once again Arthur allowed the thought to permeate his brain, but after a moment he tried to push it away. As much as he would love to do that it wasn’t fair on Molly — although he knew deep down that none of this was fair on his wife. Using their bed, though, that was far too personal, and as much as he would love to take Hermione to bed it would never happen at the Burrow.
‘So, did you want a cup of tea?’ Hermione asked again, breaking through his thoughts and dispersing the fantasy.
Arthur shook his head, staring at her. ‘No. I want to go to the shed.’
Hermione smiled. ‘I hope you’ve got some sort of heating out there. It’s bloody freezing outside today and we’re going to be cold if we’re finally going to get naked. I assume you are giving me a full examination today?’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t get cold,’ Arthur promised. He opened the kitchen door. ‘Are you ready?’
‘Of course.’ Hermione took her mug to the sink and rinsed it before placing it on the draining board. ‘Let me just get my jacket and stuff. I’ll need to look like I went for a walk.’
‘I’ll see you in there,’ Arthur said. He went out of the door and across the yard to the shed.
By the time Hermione joined him the shed was full of glass jam jars containing blue flames that provided pockets of warmth and flickering light. There were a considerable number around Arthur’s workbench making it feel toasty and warm.
‘Are you feeling better today?’ Arthur asked as he pulled Hermione into his arms, hugging her tightly after she dumped her jacket and scarf on a spare chair. ‘You had a terrible hangover yesterday, didn’t you?’
‘Me and three-quarters of the people at the party, I should imagine,’ Hermione said ruefully. ‘That punch of George’s was lethal. It’s certainly put me off alcohol for a while.’
‘You were rather drunk,’ Arthur said. He was grinning.
Hermione winced. ‘Mr Weasley, I am so sorry about kissing you like that. I was drunk and I lost control. I just find you so—’
Arthur kissed her, knowing it was wrong and that he shouldn’t be doing it, but he wanted it more than anything else in the world at that moment. He owed Hermione a proper kiss anyway, so now was the perfect time.
‘I wanted that so much,’ Hermione told him quietly once the kiss was over.
Arthur stroked her cheek. ‘Me too,’ he admitted. ‘It was lucky I wasn’t drinking that bloody punch too or Merlin only knows what would have happened.’
Hermione smiled for a moment as a vision of her and Arthur snogging in the middle of the Burrow lounge filled her mind, but the smile fell as she remembered that it couldn’t happen. She and Arthur were only in this shed, not in the house, and if they had kissed in the way she wanted it would have caused all sorts of upset.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said again, her head down now.
Arthur tipped her chin up to look at him. ‘No harm done, fortunately. But what did you and George get up to?’
Hermione stared at him for a moment before she admitted, ‘I was feeling really horny — because of you — and you weren’t available. George was.’
‘Did you fuck him?’ Arthur asked.
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes. I needed it. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but we weren’t out here, we were in the house, so I had no choice.’
‘That’s not true,’ Arthur retorted. ‘You could have done nothing.’ He wanted to add ‘like me’ but knew it sounded childish and petulant.
Hermione sighed. Defensively, she said, ‘I was drunk and horny. If I had been more sober it would never have happened. Unfortunately, the person I wanted to fuck was with his wife so I went off with someone who reminded me of him instead. It was never going to be more than a one-night-stand although sadly it turned out that George fancies me, so I had to let him down rather hard. But he knows nothing more will happen between us.’
‘Well, I hope you’re right. I didn’t like seeing you with him,’ Arthur admitted.
‘I’m not yours in the house,’ Hermione reminded him a little tartly. ‘Only out here. And then I’m just a Muggle artefact. I’m not your girlfriend.’
‘And if you were?’ Arthur couldn’t help but ask.
‘As drunk as I was at the party, I’d probably have ended up giving you a blow job in the middle of the lounge. I really was feeling extremely horny,’ Hermione admitted.
Arthur was about to ask her if she’d given George a blow job as he remembered the exquisite sensation of her mouth on his cock and everything else that went with it, but then realised he didn’t want to know. It was bad enough that they’d had sex.
‘What’s the matter?’ Hermione asked. She hugged him, worried at his unhappy expression.
Arthur sighed, knowing he was being ridiculous, but he still told her the truth. ‘Sorry, I’m just jealous about you fucking George. I know that’s pretty pathetic under the circumstances.’
‘He’s not as good as you are,’ Hermione replied, soothingly. ‘And you’re the only one I want.’
‘Is it warm enough in here?’ Arthur asked, abruptly changing the subject. He wanted to undress Hermione and make new memories that would help him to forget about her and George.
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes. It’s quite pleasant, actually. Do you want me to undress for you?’
‘That would be good,’ Arthur said. ‘ You know I like seeing you naked.’
‘Are you going to take your clothes off?’ Hermione asked as she pulled the jumper she was wearing over her head.
‘Later. I need to examine you first,’ Arthur said.
He watched as Hermione’s t-shirt joined the jumper on the chair with her coat. He could see her nipples poking through the moulded cotton of her bra, her breasts jiggling slightly as she bent down and removed her boots and socks before pulling down her jeans.
‘Are you cold?’ he asked anxiously.
Hermione looked down at her breasts, following his gaze, then she returned to look at his face with a smile, shaking her head.
‘Nope. I’m just aroused at the thought of you finally touching me again. It seems like forever, even though it’s only been a couple of days.’
She unhooked her bra, pulling it off and flinging it on top of the pile of clothes, then took off her knickers. Once they, too, had joined the pile Hermione stared at Arthur, her tongue licking slowly around her lips to wet them before biting nervously at her bottom lip.
‘You really are perfect,’ Arthur told her as took her hand and led her to the workbench. ‘Now it’s time for that examination I promised you.’
He lifted her onto it, placing her so her feet were on the bench, her knees apart and displaying her glistening sex to him.
‘I never get tired of looking at you. I could do it forever,’ Arthur admitted.
He slowly began to stroke her soft skin, starting with her right hand which was resting on the workbench. Little by little Arthur covered her whole body, enjoying the way her stiff nipples grew further and goosebumps broke out on her skin as his fingers gently teased. Hermione’s breathing had shallowed slightly and already she was going that beautiful shade of pink that signified her heightened arousal. His mouth followed his fingers, his tongue teasing and caressing the sensitive skin between whisper-soft kisses that tickled and tormented.
Hermione had her eyes closed and was biting her lip again as she tried not to cry out. Then Arthur’s mouth was on her nipple, sucking hard as his hand grasped the other breast, squeezing firmly. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward for his attention, unable to stifle her moan of desire.
Arthur spent quite some time on her breasts, reacquainting himself with them and enjoying playing with them as much as he always had previously, but Hermione’s obvious arousal had made him rock hard and his underpants were uncomfortable. He needed to move on, to finally bury his face in Hermione’s luscious folds, to remind her of what his tongue could achieve when she let go and gave herself to him fully.
He kissed down her ribcage, down to her stomach, not stopping as he moved over her bare mound and down further. Hermione gasped as his warm, wet tongue connected with her clit, swirling around the small bud before sucking gently on it. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the workbench as Arthur moved lower, his tongue lapping at her labia before sliding between the soft folds, his fingers gently pulling the lips apart as he gazed at the perfect sight before him.
It wasn’t long before Hermione was crying out, her legs now over Arthur’s shoulders as he pulled her from the workbench, his hands gripping her bottom, his face buried as his tongue brought her to a shuddering climax. Once he was certain she was finished Arthur released her, smiling as Hermione lay back on the workbench, exhausted from the orgasm.
‘That was wonderful.’
‘Yes, it was,’ Arthur agreed.
He was still stroking her slit, not wanting to stop touching her, his fingers travelling down to find her anus. Hermione gasped as he slid a finger inside her, pumping gently as he watched her reaction.
‘What do you think?’ he asked after a couple of minutes.
‘It feels good,’ Hermione admitted. ‘I like it.’
‘Good.’ Arthur went to kiss her but remembering just in time he planted a small peck of a kiss on her throat instead. ‘How about this?’
Hermione gave a small moan as he slipped a second finger inside her, using the moisture from her orgasm to give him lubrication.
‘Am I hurting you?’
‘No. It’s good. It feels different,’ Hermione told him.
The thumb of his other hand brushed her clit as his fingers continued stroking her sex. Hermione moaned again, louder this time.
‘Cum for me,’ Arthur whispered as his fingers prodded and poked, pressed and stroked, rubbing and teasing as Hermione writhed on the workbench.
‘Gods, you’re amazing,’ he announced as Hermione wailed, her body shaking as she exploded.
‘You’re pretty fantastic yourself,’ Hermione allowed with a smile, as she came down for the second time.
‘Are you going to get undressed now?’ she added hopefully once she had recovered and was sitting up again. She had enjoyed the touching but needed more. She wanted Arthur’s cock inside her.
‘Not yet,’ Arthur said, making her frown. ‘I think I need to punish you first.’
‘Punish me? What do you need to punish me for?’ Hermione asked, suddenly worried.
She couldn’t help but remember the caning Arthur had given her back in the summer that had left her feeling so uncomfortable that she couldn’t sit down properly. Admittedly, she had found it highly arousing at the time, but it had also been so painful that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through it again. That made her wonder what had happened to the cane. She hadn’t seen it anywhere around, but then again she hadn’t really looked properly; she had been too eager to get naked and play with Arthur.
‘I think I should punish you for making me jealous,’ Arthur said. ‘You fucked my son.’
‘He’s not the first one I’ve fucked,’ Hermione pointed out.
‘No, but you weren’t mine when you fucked Ron.’
Hermione was about to remind him again about her not being his in the house, but she held her tongue. A small fizzing feeling swept around her stomach and up through her chest. Arthur thought of her as his and that was what she wanted. What did it matter where he was talking about?
‘Are you going to cane me again?’ she asked, a hollow feeling now taking the place of the fizzing in her stomach.
Arthur grabbed her breasts. He squeezed them as he appeared to consider her question.
‘Do you want me to?’ he asked.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Not really.’
‘I was thinking of putting you across my lap and giving you a good spanking,’ Arthur said. ‘I’ve thought about it quite a lot while you were away. You’ve got such a gorgeous bottom. It’s just crying out to be smacked.’
Hermione knew it was going to hurt, possibly as much as the caning had, but she wasn’t going to have any choice. There were rules to her being one of Arthur’s artefacts and one of them was that he could do whatever he wanted with her, regardless of her desires.
‘Do you not want me to do it?’ Arthur asked when Hermione didn’t say anything.
Hermione shrugged. ‘I don’t have any choice, do I? I’m just an artefact, remember?’
Arthur’s heart beat faster as he remembered the rules that governed his ownership of Hermione as an artefact, allowing him to basically do whatever he wanted with her. But he knew that things had changed between them, whether they had meant them to or not, and while the idea of spanking Hermione even if she didn’t want it appealed, he knew he wouldn’t do it. She needed to be a willing participant for him to enjoy it properly.
‘The choice is yours,’ Arthur said. ‘I want to spank you but if you don’t want me to do it then it’s not going to happen. There’s no point in me doing something if you’re not going to enjoy it.’
Hermione stared at him in surprise. ‘I didn’t get a choice about the caning.’
‘No, but that was before. I think you’ll agree things have moved on a bit now. Anyway, as I recall you enjoyed the caning.’
Hermione blushed as she remembered again the arousal she had felt during both punishment sessions.
‘Will you stop if I don’t like it?’ she asked.
‘That’s why you’ve got a safe word,’ Arthur reminded her. ‘You only need to say it and everything stops immediately.’
‘Okay. Let’s do it then. Because I really want to get you naked and you’re obviously not taking your clothes off until you’ve spanked me,’ Hermione said with a grin. ‘What do I need to do?’
Arthur retrieved another chair, placing it within the heated area. He helped Hermione down from the workbench before sitting on the chair. Hermione stood in front of him, shaking slightly. Arthur stroked her body soothingly.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked. ‘You honestly don’t have to if you don’t want to.’
‘I want to,’ Hermione said quietly. ‘I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.’
Arthur smiled happily. ‘There’s nothing for you to be nervous about. Now, come and lie down over my lap.’
Hermione did as she was told although she was still feeling slightly anxious about it. She could feel Arthur’s erection, a hard bulge captured within his underpants pressing into her stomach as she tried to settle herself.
‘Are you comfortable?’ Arthur asked after almost a minute of Hermione wriggling made his cock feel even more uncomfortable and also made him suspect she was stalling.
‘Yes.’ Hermione’s voice was small.
‘We don’t have to do this, Hermione,’ Arthur said.
‘I want to, and I’m ready,’ Hermione’s voice had gained a little strength. She turned her head to look up at Arthur and smiled. ‘Just don’t take too long to get started.’
‘I was waiting for you to get properly settled,’ Arthur pointed out. He sounded amused. ‘Now, if you’re ready?’
His hand gently stroked Hermione’s bottom and she shivered with anticipation.
‘Try to relax,’ Arthur said.
Hermione was about to tell him that she was perfectly relaxed when his hand connected with her right buttock in a stinging slap that made her squeal. Automatically, her hand moved to grasp the sore area, squeezing it as she tried to stop the smarting. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as the bite of the cane, but she had forgotten about the immediate heat and the sting.
Arthur pulled her hand away from her bottom. ‘Do I need to tie your hands?’ he asked with amusement.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Sorry, Mr Weasley, it was just a bit of a surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to do it while you were still talking to me.’
‘You told me to get on with it, remember?’
‘I’m ready now,’ Hermione said, but Arthur had just returned to stroking her bottom, showing no sign of continuing. She knew he was doing it on purpose but she was determined not to get impatient with him otherwise they would probably be there all afternoon and there were other things she wanted to do with him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes, Arthur slapped her again. It was harder this time, across both buttocks and it made Hermione hiss, but she held her hands together under the chair and silently counted to ten. The soothing caress started again, but before it had even taken effect Arthur slapped her again, twice in quick succession, once on each buttock. Hermione yelped, but although it stung it was still nowhere near as painful as the cane. With that, she knew she would already be thinking about using her safe word by now, but Hermione realised that instead she was eagerly awaiting the next slap, a tingly feeling of excitement in her stomach as Arthur’s hand caressed her skin.
‘More,’ she whispered, wanting him to know she was enjoying it and that he could increase the frequency of slaps if he wished to.
Grinning happily, his heart soaring as Hermione confirmed her enjoyment of what was happening, Arthur slapped her again and again, the intensity growing harder as her bottom turned bright red, his handprints showing across her soft skin. She looked beautiful, and better still, unlike the caning she was really getting into it. He was now well into double figures and she was only just beginning to show serious signs of discomfort. Deciding to quit while he was ahead, Arthur slapped her one final time, then bent to kiss her bottom before caressing the tender skin once more.
‘Are we stopping?’ Hermione asked, sounding almost disappointed, once she realised Arthur was doing nothing but stroking. ‘I didn’t say the safe word.’
‘No, I know you didn’t, but I also know it was getting uncomfortable for you so it was a good place to stop before it moved somewhere too painful. You’ve been punished enough and I’ve enjoyed doing it. Better still, you’re not going to be in too much discomfort to sit down later, so hopefully you might be more willing to consider letting me do it again.’
‘That was much better than the cane so you can do it again any time you want,’ Hermione said. She moved off his lap. ‘Are you going to get undressed now? I really think it’s time to move on to the fucking.’
Arthur chuckled at her brazenness. ‘I think you’re right, Hermione. Anyway, you deserve a reward after that.’
She was already pulling him up from the chair, eager to remove his robe. Arthur felt a warm glow inside him and realised how much he was enjoying Hermione’s desire for him. It was flattering and it made him want her even more in return. Even when they were younger and still in the first flush of love Molly had never shown the level of desire for him that Hermione effortlessly exuded during every encounter. The sudden thought of his wife brought an uncomfortable feeling to his stomach but Arthur pushed the thought away, determined not to let anything ruin what was about to happen.
Hermione was pushing him back down onto the chair again, and Arthur realised that in the few seconds he had been distracted she had removed his robe and pulled down his underpants. She straddled him, settling herself easily on his lap as she impaled herself on his rigid cock, a gasp of pleasure torn from both their lips as their bodies connected.
‘Oh yes, I need this so much,’ she said, already moving, her pelvis swivelling as she bounced up and down.
Arthur took the opportunity to play with her breasts again, happy to let Hermione take the lead. His fingers pinched her swollen nipples, causing her to hiss. But she didn’t stop riding him, the pressure of her tight muscles gripping and squeezing, working their usual magic to bring him close to climax.
‘This feels so good,’ Hermione told him between gasps. ‘I wish we could stay like this forever.’ She panted as her muscles contracted sharply. ‘Or maybe doing it doggy style. That’s good too—’
‘Mmmmm,’ Arthur replied, trying to signal his agreement at the sentiment but having trouble talking just then.
His hands moved to grip Hermione’s bottom, helping her to ride as she sped towards orgasm, a low cry signifying how close she was. For a moment she stopped completely, silence descending as her body went completely rigid, her breath fast and shallow, then with a roar she began to bounce again, harder and faster than before, every ounce of energy poured into this one act.
Arthur caught his breath as an unbearable tightness spread throughout his groin, then Hermione’s muscles contracted and squeezed and he cried out, thrusting up into her as his climax erupted, carrying Hermione along with him. Before he knew what was happening, Hermione was kissing him, and although he knew he should stop it, Arthur kissed her back.
By the time they finally finished kissing and having sex another hour had passed, and it was time for Hermione to get dressed and leave the shed and pretend that she had been out walking.
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