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Fifth Chapter: The Main Question

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Hermione gently woke up from her deep dreams. She had just dreamed of him, now Harry was sitting next to her on the edge of the bed and stroked her long hair from her face lovingly. He was already dressed and looked well rested. Harry smiled when he saw that she was awake and whispered, “A wonderful good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?“
“Of course. With you by my side it was not particularly difficult,” she replied mischievously.
He laughed. “Yes, it was almost impossible to break free from your grip, you held me that tight.
Last night was really nice,” he said after a short pause and kissed her good morning. “Well then,” Harry stood up slowly, “I’ll see you in a moment. Do not make me wait too long, will you? I still have to devour you.” His eyes flashed happily as he stepped out the door and closed it behind him.
Hermione was now alone, and she had to admit there was nothing worse than that. At any time she wanted Harry to be around, but she also knew that this was not possible without any restrictions. She still could not believe she hadn’t decided in favor of him first, but on Ron. Hermione was not sure, but she felt that her relationship with Ron had been doomed from the start. He was quite bearable as a friend, but a completely different person in a committed relationship. With Harry it was different: he had never given her the feeling that he would possess her. Apparently her friendship was for him like an inner connection and this would have certainly also not changed if she had chosen him instead of Ron.
Anyhow, she thought, Ron is water under the bridge. Harry is my new love. I would like to get along with my ex, but I can’t decide that on my own. Besides, I did not break up. It’s his fault.
Hermione got up and went into the bathroom. She took off her nightwear, got into the shower, and turned on the water. It was pleasantly warm and flowed around her body burbling. Thick blobs fell from her round breasts on the floor. Hermione washed herself lovingly, then picked up the washing solutions for her hair. She rubbed a little soap in her hands and applied it then on her bushy head of hair. Due to their length, it took a while until they were completely lathered and cleaned according to her ideas.
She raised her face into the jet of water, closed her eyes for a moment and saw Harry smiling in front of her. She bit her lip painfully. Her fingers wandered down her body by themselves. Before she knew it, they were gone in her cave, moving back and forth undeterred. She let herself go groaningly and slowly sank into her lust.

Harry was standing in the kitchen downstairs, setting the table. Hermione’s parents had gone to work early again and he was alone in the house with Hermione. She was still in the shower and Harry took the opportunity to make an appointment at the chosen restaurant. He made a quick phone call and reserved a table for two for Hermione’s birthday tomorrow night.
Hermione knew he wanted to take her out, but she had no idea when or where to, and that was a good thing. Otherwise she would certainly tearfully complain again about the price. Harry wanted her to enjoy the evening, so he had chosen a starred restaurant that was usually honored by the big cheeses. He did not care a bit how expensive it was going to get, the best was just good enough for his flame. He was not sure if Hermione had been out there with her parents before, but judging by what Mr. Granger had said, they only knew it from hearsay.
Even better, he thought happily.
Harry’s gaze fell on the set table and he frowned. Something was missing.
As he noticed what it was, he ran quickly out of the room and up the stairs until he stopped in front of the bathroom, whose ajar door he carefully pushed open and peered into. Hermione was still standing in the shower cabin and Harry felt that he should not disturb her with what she was doing. Instead, he leaned casually against the door frame, patiently waiting for her to recognize him.
Hermione had not even noticed that she had left the door ajar and when she finally opened her eyes again and saw Harry in flesh and blood, she immediately startled and her finger stopped in mid-movement before she quickly pulled it out of her and covered her private parts prudishly with one hand while she held the other protectively in front of her breasts.
“Harry, what... what are you doing here?“ She asked in shock.
“The door was open. I wanted to ask you if you want an egg.”
“An egg?“ Her face took on a questioning expression and her eyes began to flash. “Do you already want children now? Harry, please do not speak in riddles.”
“No, uh, I mean, not yet. I was thinking of a breakfast egg.”
“Oh.“ She smiled. “Yes, I would take one if you eat one too.“
“Alright,“ he said, turning to go.
“Wait!“ She called shyly after him. Harry turned back around to her. “Now that you are already here, would you maybe help me with“, while she looked meaningfully at her abdomen, “this?“
“Say, Hermione,“ he began, his lips curling in tension, “are you again or are you still horny?“
“Again...“, she mumbled embarrassed and her face turned a little red, “and to put it bluntly“, she sighed deeply, “it’s because of you.“
Harry grinned and then shook his head emphatically. “It’s always the same with you women. As soon as you have found a man who loves you, you can no longer be held and your hormones run away with you like the RS6 does with its throttle.
Well, I don’t want to be awkward. But please turn off the water, I do not necessarily want to change.”
She gladly complied with his request and opened the cabin door so that he could enter. But Harry knelt in front of her and just held out his hand.
“I’m going to stay out here,“ he said, and Hermione came a hesitant step towards him, so he had it easier, to reach her. “And this time I’m going to make sure that you’re cumming fairly quickly, okay? Breakfast is waiting.”
She nodded eagerly and Harry inserted his middle and ring fingers into her. After a brief warm-up, he moved them back and forth at insane speed. Hermione screamed out her lust.
“Yes, yes, yes, Harry,“ she gasped, letting him finger her and holding out to him obsessively. “It feels so good when you fuck me with your finger. I want more!
I want it all! Give it to me as hard as you can.”
Harry pushed his fingers further and further into her.
“Deeper,“ Hermione groaned with excitement. “Deeper! Push it in until it stops! You’ve found my g-spot before. You can do it again. I want to feel your fingers tickle it.”
As he found the rough spot in her body once more and strongly massaged it, Hermione groaned, blessed, and offered him her body thrilled. Despite the wetness Harry could clearly feel her desire, and as it flowed warm and slimy over his hand, he knew, that her orgasm was imminent. “Harry, I’m so close, I can feel it. Oh, I’m going to come so hard because you’re just giving it to me masterfully with your finger. It’s almost as good as letting your cock penetrate me.”
When she finally came, it was like the night before and her vagina tightened up as Hermione sank to the shower floor, panting and with shaking legs. Her face was red and her hair hung down in long, soaking wet and messy strands. She rolled her eyes and let her head fall against the wall behind her with a soft Thud. It took a few minutes for her twitching to subside and for her to regain control.
“Oh, Harry...“ She could not utter another word.
“Now, that was a wonderful orgasm, I should say. I’ll be there for you again when you need it, darling.”
He held his fingers out to her. Hermione immediately peeled her head off the wall and, addicted to her own taste, approached his hand. Carefully, she licked off her juice and then grabbed Harry’s wrist. She licked his palm, then pushed her fingers back into her mouth and played around them with gentle elegance. Finally she kissed the back of his hand and sank back into her seat.
“I’m going in the kitchen. Are you coming?” He asked gently but firmly. She nodded overwhelmed and sought his eyes with hers, as if they would help her to understand what she just did and with what Harry had supported her. He smiled and slowly got up. “I’m going to cook two breakfast eggs for us now, they’ll then be ready when you join me.“
“I won’t keep you waiting,“ she said weakly and looked at him admiringly. Before Harry walked out of the room, he washed his hands in order to free them from the last remnants of her lust. Not because he did not want to have her precious gift on his fingers, but because he thought it would be found a hindrance to run through the house and distribute Hermione’s lust to all kinds of objects. Her parents would surely notice that and he did not know if they would approve of it. Besides, it would not be hygienic to pass it on to groceries, although he was sure Hermione would not mind either.
He went calmly down the stairs to the kitchen and got the egg boiler ready. He had lived with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia for years and knew how to use such Muggle paraphernalia. Ron, who had grown up in a magical family, would certainly not have found his way around, he reflected, and this gave Harry some satisfaction.
Of course, the last year of hunting the Horcruxes had been a very good year between Hermione and Ron. They had gotten along better and better and the initial teasing had ended in a relationship that Harry did not reject, but he could not say that he approved of it wholeheartedly either.
They did not make a good couple at all! he thought grimly to himself, but then he furrowed his brow. Why was he so jealous? Could this be because he had come to love Hermione? Definitely, he thought.
The cooker beeped after a while and Harry pulled the plug out of the socket. He quenched the eggs under cold water before placing them on the table in egg cups next to the plates. Then he sat down at the table and waited.
Hermione appeared in the doorway and cleared her throat audibly. Harry raised his head, looked at the door. Immediately his jaw dropped. There she was, the prettiest woman in the world, a charming appearance similar to a Veela, beaming at him intently. Her long hair was drawn forward on either side of her shoulder and shone damply. She was wearing light-colored, tight-fitting trousers and her upper body was adorned with a thin, almost invisible gold chain over the slightly orange blouse that was buttoned up to her breasts. Nevertheless the sides of her bosom coves gently came to light swaying up and down stimulatingly in her deep V-neck.
Harry got up so lively that he accidentally knocked the chair over and looked around in puzzlement. Hermione, meanwhile, walked slowly towards him with dramatic grace and shaking hips, moving one foot forward at a time, and when Harry finally turned his head back to her, she was almost standing in front of him already. Hair covered her breasts and when she threw her arms around his body and Harry immediately returned her hug, the world gradually sank around him. He hugged her tightly and they stood there for a while before Hermione hesitantly pulled away from him.
“Shall we?“ She finally asked and sat down at the table.
“Of course,“ he muttered while his head was still spinning and he was struggling to come up with a wise thought. He lifted the chair off the floor, put it on all fours, and joined her. They started to eat and Hermione gave him innocent looks at one time or another, which he returned in disbelieving. She was such a beautiful young lady that Harry was always worried that his gaze would get caught on things that made him happy to look at but would have been a little tactless to do so. Harry was careful to only look her in the face so that he was not pushed into embarrassing situations and tried his best not to think about the last evening to hold back his hardness.
But Hermione had other plans.
Casually she stroked her hair over her shoulder behind her back and bared her beautiful blouse completely. Harry’s mindfulness was gone immediately and his eyes remained glued at her way too low-cut cleavage for a few seconds. Only now did he notice that something was different than in the past few days. Last night she was not dressed like that either, she had worn a beautiful bra. But now that the hair no longer covered her breasts, he suddenly realized that she was not wearing a bra today. It looked outrageously taboo as she openly flaunted her wonderful curves under her thin blouse. He quickly averted his eyes and looked down at his plate. He could not stand this enchanting sight without something moving in him.
Hermione looked at him curiously and then said, “Yesterday you told me not to be shy and now you are doing exactly the same. We’re alone. You don’t need to be ashamed of your feelings. I feel the same way after all.”
Harry felt blood rush to his head from Hermione’s obvious innuendos. “Yes, in a way you are right, but you are a woman-“
“What’s that supposed to mean now?“ She interrupted him a little indignantly. “You’re not wearing an undershirt as well, are you?“
“No, but... well, if you show yourself topless, it inevitably draws the attention of men there. It’s different with us, though. If I run around with a bare upper body, that’s completely normal.”
Her voice became soft. “Don’t you also think that women and men should have the same rights? I mean, if you can show yourself like that, it should be possible for us as well without any problems. There would still be a certain reason if I walked around topless or wear a wafer-thin top like I do today.”
“Couldn’t you put on something a little more opaque?“ Harry asked in silent desperation, because she looked just stunning and made him wish for things making him go crazy.
“If that helps, I’d be happy to do that. But as I said, we’re alone and as soon as my parents come back I can quickly change my clothes.” After an embarrassing pause, she added unequivocally: “Harry, if you haven’t noticed yet: I dress like this because I want to please you. To be honest, I’m happy when you look at my breasts, they are quite nice to look at, actually as well. It just makes me a little sad that you seem to find this problematic.”
“Hermione, I…” he looked up from his plate and looked desperately at her gaze, “I have the feeling that it is tactless to enjoy feminine charms like that. Don’t you think so?“
“In public, it would be, maybe,“ she admitted, nodding sympathetically, “but we are alone, it’s no one here and I love it if you like my, as you say, feminine charms so much that you want to look at them in a little bit more detail. That’s why I dress the way I dress. You should have something to look at as well if an attractive lady is already standing in front of you.
You do think I’m pretty, don’t you?”
“I’ve told you countless times, Hermione. I find you very attractive; you are absolutely adorable and nothing will change that.”
“There we go,“ she beamed, “then just enjoy my presentation when you look at me and be happy that I’m so revealing.“
“So you won’t wear anything opaque? Also not for my sake, so that I would not get a boner at your sight every time?”
“No,“ she replied adamantly. “Forget it. You may need to talk to your little friend when this happens. I would, however, rather think of this as an aid, so that it does not even occur with other women. I mean, if you have something like this to look at all the time, you may not get a hard one every time.”
“And what if you’re aroused, I see your hard nipples peeking through the velvet fabric and I get such a rough boner, that I would prefer to immediately get horizontal with you?“
“You mean like now?“
Harry shook his head in amazement. “You’re really killing me,“ he muttered flatly.
“Well, listen, Harry,“ she said, appraising him with a surprised look, “that’s my job. As a woman, I have to turn men’s heads, otherwise it’s no fun.”
“You can do that with anyone,“ he said seriously.
“Then you will have to make sure that there aren’t others who get a fancy for me.“ She looked him straight in the eyes. “Can you do this for me?“
He returned her gaze just as emphatically. “Of course, ma’am.“
Silence eventuated and they finished eating. Hermione, who had still something weighting heavily on her mind that she was not sure to tell Harry about, took heart and lifted her head. “You, Harry?“ He growled in agreement. “Um, last night I told you I still have to shave my pubic hair. I wanted to do that today and–“
“And you wanted to ask if I would like to help you with this as agreed, didn’t you?“
“Yes.“ She paused. “Yes. It would really mean a lot to me if you did. Then you can trim me the way you want me to be.”
“I don’t want that. It’s your body and it should not be disfigured by me in a whim.”
“You won’t spoil it, I’m sure of that.“
“Might be. But it’s about the principle. For example, if you say you’d like a landing strip and I say I’ll trim it all, what if you don’t like being fully shaved? No,“ he said firmly, “I’m going to shave you, but according to your wishes, agree?”
Hermione looked like she was weighing her options. His arguments were quite understandable. “Alright,“ she replied and smiled. “You shave me, but according to my wishes. That’s the way we do it.“
“Well, then we’ve got that sorted out. What do you think we should clean up? Then we can do a film day or something today if you want.”
“Yes, that sounds very good. But first you lend me a hand, okay?”
“Fine with me.“
Suddenly Harry hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Oh dear, I completely forgot that I still need a suit for tomorrow. I’ll probably have to go shopping then.”
“I’m coming with you,“ Hermione said immediately. “Every minute without you is a wasted minute. Allow me just one question: What do you need a suit for?”
“Tomorrow is your birthday and I have something wonderful planned for you,“ he replied mysteriously. “It should be a surprise, you know that, that’s why I can’t tell you more. For better or worse you will have to wait until tomorrow.”
“That’s not a problem,“ she said and stood up.
They cleared the table and when they were finished they went up to the bathroom. Hermione searched the cupboard for shaving foam and razors, which she then placed on the sink. Then she took off pants and panties and sat astride on a stool, but not without noticing Harry’s desirable look at her crevice first. “You’ll have to wait for that,“ she replied lustfully, and Harry blushed.
“I’m sorry,” said Harry, “I couldn’t help it. You know... way too attractive and stuff...”
She smiled warmly. “So we do it like this: I’ll rub the foam and you shave a heart, will you?“ She said straight out.
Harry looked puzzled. “A heart?“
“Yes,“ she replied, her lips puckered with excitement. “So that every time we have sex you think about how much I have fallen for you.“
Harry grinned. “You are the best, Hermione!“
“I know,“ she said, and a little of her usual arrogance crept into her voice. She squeezed a little of the white foam from the bottle onto her hand and rubbed it erotically on her pubic hair. Harry took advantage of her being at the activity and asked, “How big do you want it to be?“
“Oh,“ she mumbled busy. “That’s up to you.“
Harry rolled his eyes because she had managed to wrest a decision from him after all. “Okay,“ he replied defeated when he realized that there was no point in arguing with her, “I’ll come up with something.“
Hermione finished applying the foam and raised her head. “Now it’s your turn,“ she whispered. Harry grabbed the razor from the sink. He knelt down in front of his girlfriend and took a deep breath. Now he was going to trim her hair and so many things could go wrong if he did not have his wits about him. The sharp blades would slit the skin like a hot knife parted butter. Any tremor and uncertainty on his part would cause serious mistakes and Harry checked skeptically to see if his hands were trembling. He found that this was not the case and then carefully placed the blade on Hermione’s body.
He started next to her labia in order to get the most critical points over with as quickly as possible and not to lose patience. Carefully and with great concentration, he let the blades glide over her hair and when there was no more hair on either side, he became visibly calmer. Hermione watched him carefully but said nothing. She seemed to have noticed that he did not want any interruption and held back elegantly. At that moment, Harry formed a square of hair the width of her vagina above the inlet to prepare the heart. Then he cut off the lower corners, leaving an isosceles triangle under a rectangle.
“So far so good,“ he muttered, looking Hermione in the eye. She smiled encouragingly at him. “The hardest part is yet to come.“ He lowered his head between her legs again and began to round the top corners of the still-foamed hair. Then he placed the razor diagonally about a third from the side on the top edge of the triangle, the edge with the rounded corners. He severed a smaller triangle on the top, then raised the hand with the blade.
Harry had shaped her pubic hair into a still white heart and eyed it suspiciously. The point at the bottom pointed exactly to her inlet and the cut triangle at the top was a little above it. The rounded corners were symmetrical and looked good, as if the razor had been guided by magic. He looked at his flame again.
“How do you think it is? Is it okay?”
“Yes, it turned out very beautiful!“ Hermione exclaimed enthusiastically. “It’s just the right size. You have done that very well.“
Harry grinned and asked her to get up. “I need to wash the foam off your body,“ he said, then suddenly picked her up. Hermione cheered and Harry gently set her down on the sink. Then he washed her vagina and dried it lovingly. Harry lowered his head onto the now foamlessly visible heart and kissed it sensitively before giving her a kiss on the labia and in the center of her cave. Hermione gasped briefly and Harry picked her up from the sink again.
“Thank you!“, She beamed suggestively and since their faces were on the same level, she kissed him satisfied.
“My pleasure,“ he replied, visibly relieved, and grinned. Hermione got to her feet and dressed quickly.

After getting ready, just like the day before, they stepped out onto the quiet street, locked the front door and climbed into the monster of the car, the glowing orange RS6, refined by a renowned German tuning workshop, which recently gave them a brutal ride on a knife’s edge and shot her like a cannonball across the Autobahn. At the thought of that, Harry was overwhelmed by an unrestrained joy about his new toy and only noticed that a folded piece of paper was tucked behind the gear shift when Hermione took it in her hand and handed him the paper.
“It’s for you,“ she said after looking at the header. “This is my mother’s handwriting.“
Curiously, Harry took the paper from her and studied Mrs. Granger’s writing for a while. It was a very beautiful ornate script that he would not have expected from a doctor. Maybe she wrote the lines because Hermione’s dad’s handwriting would have been so illegible that it seemed impossible to decipher. Thin lines combined calligraphically to form words and at the beginning of sentences the letters resembled those that had developed a life of their own and Harry had the feeling that they were moving and winking at him.
Then he began to read.

Dear Harry, dear Hermione,

We are always out of the house much too early in the morning and only have time to speak to you personally at dinner. For the time being, this communication must be enough. Tomorrow is Hermione’s birthday and we both took leave for her sake. We assume that you, Harry, have already taken some precautions in this regard and we would like to have a private conversation with you tonight to share a thought or two with you, if that’s okay with you. Maybe after dinner?
Apart from that, we would like to thank you for your generous offer from yesterday. Thanks to you, I was able to spend wonderful hours with my lovely wife and I am very grateful that your trust in us is so big that you have given us your vehicle as a loan for this evening. It was a pleasure for us to go on a night cruise and stop at special places.
This opportunity brought us back to our youth and it were such wonderful feelings that we fell in love again - both with ourselves and with your breathtaking vehicle. That should not sound presumptuous, but maybe we now have the chance to do such ventures more often? We are sure that we can arrange ourselves appropriately.
Whatever your answer is, we will respect it. We are happy that you are with our daughter and we hope to have you in our house for a long time. You are good for our family and Hermione’s mood has gotten so much better since you came here. There’s no better way to describe your qualities. We can support each other and I am sure that we will stick together well.
And now to you, Hermione. There is one thing we have to tell you, but we are sure you already know:
Fight for what you love and make something great out of it.

See you later.
Have fun on this beautiful day, Mr. and Mrs. Granger

PS: Oh, and Harry, try Mr. Moon.

Obviously, the letter was composed from Mr. Granger’s point of view and his wife had written the words with his help. Harry held the letter out to Hermione and she read it too. Then she dropped her hand and looked at him in amazement.
“Fight for what you love and make something great out of it? What is that supposed to mean?”
“If you don’t know, who else should know?“ Harry asked. “You’ll certainly find out soon, I’m sure.“
“We’ll see,“ she replied absently.
“I have no idea who or what Mr. Moon is,“ he said cheerfully, “but if your parents suggest it, we should stop by, right?“
“Sounds good,“ she said and Harry turned on the engine, which started with a roar. The navigation system blinked and Harry tapped on the haptic glass screen. He put in the letters Mr. Mo- and a target called Outfitter Mr. Moon lit up.
“What do you say. Jackpot.” He selected it, released the parking position after the route was calculated and the car slowly began to move. The route was relatively short, they only had to drive five kilometers, but there were also some interesting twists and turns along the way.
When they had covered about a kilometer, they turned onto a road closed for semi-trucks, which was blocked by parked vehicles on the opposite side behind a curve and only offered gaps in a few places where the priority traffic could be let through. Harry drove into the narrow passage while a vehicle was coming towards him that obviously had no priority and would only have had to wait until he passed him. The street behind Harry and Hermione was empty.
It happened the way it had to. Both cars faced each other front to front and neither got ready to move.
“Very well,“ said Harry belligerently. “Looks like we’re being held up.“ He switched off the roaring engine and sat there waiting for a moment. As nothing happened, he switched on the hazard warning lights, opened the door and got out. Confidently he went to the other vehicle and knocked firmly on the driver’s window. The young driver stared straight ahead, but she certainly could not deny Harry’s presence. Harry slipped his hand to his wand and gripped it tightly. Alohomora, he thought and the window opened with a whirring sound. The woman looked up in surprise. Harry leaned down until his face peeked in through the open window.
“Young lady,” he began, “so, we now have two options. First,“ he raised the index finger of his left hand,“ you drive the ten meters back to the gap and let me pass, or,” his voice became cool and threatening and he raised the middle finger of the same hand, “I’ll get professional help. As you have seen, I probably do not need this at all. I could pick up your car right now and put it on the one next to you. The costs on your part would then be considerably higher.
If I could give you a tip, I would advise you to choose the first option.”
The young woman turned pale and weighed her options. Finally, shakily, she reached for the gear shift and put it into reverse.
“Well then!“ Said Harry pleasantly, “there we go! Many thanks!“
He went back to his sports car and got back in. After he started the engine, Hermione turned to him.
“What did you tell her?“ She asked curiously.
“She should move, or her car would have ended up there on the left,“ he said dryly. Harry pointed in said direction. Hermione did not understand what he meant at first and her voice became uncertain.
“You mean on the sidewalk?“
Harry gave a short scornful laugh. “No. Oh no! I would have put her vehicle on the roof of this car. She should have explained that to her insurance company.” He rubbed his hands with a nasty grin and Hermione felt uneasy.
“Harry,“ she said timidly, “what did really happen?“
He looked at her in surprise. “I just explained that to you. Nothing else happened. Cross my heart!” He added when he saw her piercing expression.
“I believe you,“ she finally said as Harry set the car in motion and drove past the car that had retreated into the gap. As he drove by, he thanked the driver again. She looked at him with wide eyes as if she had seen a ghost.
Harry and Hermione turned into a wide four-lane avenue, with two lanes in each direction. There was a wide green space between the two lanes at whose sides two bike lanes nestled to. They had to stop at a red light. A small cute Porsche drove beside them. Behind the traffic lights the street turned into a curve and the right lane branched off. The way the car next to them played with the throttle, it was obvious that he wanted to change lanes in front of them and turn off too.
“Hold on, I have to flood the combustion chambers,“ Harry growled and when the light turned green he first heard the engine of the small sports car squeal anxiously. Harry gave him a little head start and then kicked the pedal down too. The dragon roared aggressively and leaped forward in delight. The corner had not even started and they had already overtaken the Porsche and left it behind. Then the RS6 rolled on comfortably, following the junction on the turning lane. As expected, the Porsche positioned itself behind them.
Finally they stopped with screeching tires in front of an inconspicuous shop that the GPS had marked as a destination. A biting, white cloud of smoke, smelling like burnt rubber, scattered in the air at the rear of the vehicle due to the braking. They got out and entered the shop. A wiry man in his mid-forties with light gray hair on his temples stood behind the counter and looked up when the bell behind the door rang softly, announcing their arrival. He raised his head and a restrained smile spread across his face.
Harry and Hermione crossed the little shop while Mr. Moon watched them carefully. When they finally stood in front of him, Hermione bravely spoke up. “We would like to have a tuxedo for the gentleman.“
The man nodded and hurried around the counter. “Come with me,“ he said with a deep bass in his voice. Hermione went ahead and pulled Harry behind them as they walked in the back of the store with Mr. Moon. They came into a room crammed with shirts, suits, tuxedos, and tails.
“What color do you want it to be?“ Asked Mr. Moon.
“I think,“ Hermione replied before Harry could say anything, “a dark blue with fine gold lines would be nice.“ Then she nodded. “Yes, that certainly looks good on him.“
The outfitter strolled around the room looking for a blue tuxedo, which he quickly found. He pulled it off the stand and studied it for a while. Then he shook his head and hung it back as it had no gold lines. Mr. Moon went to another suit rack and rummaged through the suits hanging there. When he took one out and looked at it briefly, his eyes began to shine and he turned to Harry and Hermione, beaming. As quickly as his short legs could carry him, he came back to them and held the suit out to Hermione.
„What do you think of this one?“ He asked posh and Hermione examined the brought tuxedo for a while. Then she nodded.
„Yes, this one looks good. My husband will try it on as soon as we have a matching shirt.” Harry’s jaw dropped and he turned his gaze to her in a flash. She gave him a barely noticeable smile and then said to Mr. Moon: “Do you have light blue buttoned shirts here?“
Mr. Moon nodded eagerly and disappeared again. He came back with a short-sleeved light- and dark blue plaid shirt in the one hand and a long-sleeved, plain-colored shirt in light blue in the other. The outfitter looked at Hermione expectantly and she nodded again. “Come on, Harry,“ she said eagerly, handing him tuxedo and shirts. “Try them on!“
Mr. Moon pointed to a nearby door. “There are the changing rooms.“
Harry went in and came back with his tuxedo and short-sleeved shirt on. Hermione eyed him suspiciously and finally shook her head. „No,” she said, “I do not like that. Put on the other one.”
When he had changed again, he stepped out again in front of her while just closing up the top button on the tuxedo.
“Yes,“ she said elongated and slowly nodded. “We can work with that. Add a tie and you look wonderful. But,” she came close to him and an intensely fragrant cloud of perfume rose stimulatingly into his nose, which was so pleasant to breathe in that he had to groan inwardly, “you have to pay attention to how you dress. It does not work that way.” She tugged at his collar and straightened it neatly, smiling at him suggestively. “That’s better already.“
Mr. Moon came back with a full selection of ties and Hermione chose two of them. The first was as dark blue as the tuxedo, the second light purple and therefore a little lighter than the color of the shirt. Harry came back from the fitting room first with the blue tie and when Hermione nodded again in agreement, he put on the purple fabric.
“It’s a bit too colorful,“ she said thoughtfully, then slowly shook her head. “No, we’ll leave them here.
So,” she summarized, “we have a tuxedo, shirt and tie. The only thing missing are the shoes.” They went to the part of the back room where there were countless pairs of shoes and once more relied on Mr. Moon, who selected some polished black shoes and brought them over. After trying them on, Harry opted for a comfortably seated pair, whose little heels clicked with every step on the floor.
“Then we would have it, right?“ He asked her.
“Yes I think so. You look good,“ she replied, standing on tiptoe. Then she gave him a kiss and Harry returned it fervently. They broke up and he ran back to the locker room to put on his traditional clothes.
After they were back in front of the counter and paid for the goods, Harry smiled happily. On the way to the car, he put an arm around Hermione’s waist and whispered in her elated ear: “‘My husband’, right? Are you serious?”
“Just slipped out,“ she replied meekly but Harry shook his head emphatically.
“No, it didn’t. You knew exactly what you were saying. I think you wanted to see my reaction.”
“Okay,” she muttered in defeat and turned red, “you caught me. Yes, I want to be your wife. You should marry me. I want you. Nobody else.”
They got into the car and Harry sat motionless for a while. He turned to her and finally beamed at her.
“How long have you known that for?“
“Just since now,“ she said flatly. “You’re my elixir of life. I cannot and do not want to live without you anymore.” She paused. “Of course only provided you want it too.“
Harry did not answer. Instead, he started the engine and they drove home. The trip went without any problems and when they finally arrived in front of Hermione’s parents’ house and he had parked the car, Hermione looked at him tentatively and then asked the all-important question in a low voice.
“Harry Potter, will you marry me?“
He still did not answer. Instead, he bowed his head to hers and kissed her like he had never kissed her before. Her tongue played so passionately with his that it made him dizzy and his field of vision shrank to a tiny point from which he could see nothing more than the beautiful brown eyes of his charming girlfriend, who would now be his wife.
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