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7 Days (In Time Series 1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 14106 -:- 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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Hermione was waiting impatiently for Arthur to return home from work. Firstly, she was eager to repay him for the wonderful orgasms he had given her the day before which she had spent all night and most of the day reliving in her mind. But she also wanted to try to move things on so they would finally have sex.
She had been visiting him in the shed every day for almost a week now and despite the fact that Arthur’s initial guilt about what was happening between them had obviously disappeared as time went on, they had still only got as far as foreplay — and it was driving her absolutely crazy because her desire for Arthur was increasing with each meeting rather than being satiated by their time together.
Hermione still wasn’t interested in ending his marriage but the need to feel Arthur inside her was becoming ever more difficult to contain. Also, she was going back to school tomorrow, so if they didn’t do it tonight it was never going to happen between them, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine how frustrated she would feel if she ended the week without having fucked him.
The problem was, that the night before school started was always crazy at the Burrow. Even though it was only her and Ginny that were returning to Hogwarts this year, most of the evening would still be taken up with packing and ensuring everything was ready to go for the morning. She would need to spend some time with Harry and Ron, too, as she wouldn’t be seeing them again until Christmas, and if every other year was anything to go by no doubt Arthur would be kept busy by Molly making last-minute repairs.
This meant Hermione only had the brief period between Arthur arriving home from work and Molly putting dinner on the table to try to execute her plan although she wasn’t exactly sure yet what that plan was going to be.
While she was waiting, Hermione had considered several different ways of initiating intercourse but knowing him as she now did she was fairly certain Arthur would insist on some sort of foreplay to start with to ensure they were both sufficiently aroused, which with the small amount of time available to them was going to make achieving her aim extremely difficult. The only thing she could do was play it by ear.
At least she had the upper hand this time. It was her turn to pleasure Arthur, so hopefully she could speed things up and guide their interaction. But now he was running late, thanks to a meeting at work that had overrun and Hermione was beginning to think that there wasn’t going to be time to do anything, let alone have sex.
She was becoming so antsy as she waited for his return that she began to worry that someone might notice and question her as to what was wrong. That would never do. Hermione had never once brought what they did in the shed into the house and she wasn’t about to start now.
Hermione wandered into the kitchen where Molly was cooking dinner.
‘I’ve got a bit of a headache, from being cooped up, I think. It’s not serious but I thought I might go for a walk before dinner. Hopefully, the fresh air will clear it.’
‘Do you need a pain-relieving potion?’ Molly studied Hermione carefully, worried that she was coming down with something the day before school started.
Hermione gave a slight shake of her head as she gave Molly a wan smile. ‘No, it’s not that bad. I think I just need to stretch my legs — get a bit of fresh air.’
Molly patted her hand. ‘It’ll probably do you the world of good. If you’re not back by the time dinner’s ready I’ll send Ron to find you.’
‘What time is dinner? I’ll make sure I’m back,’ Hermione assured her not wanting her friends prowling around outside looking for her when she was, with any luck, going to be leaving the shed.
Molly looked over at the clock. Apart from the normal time, which showed that it was six twenty-five, there were also places painted around the dial with extra hands bearing the names of the various members of the Weasley family. Most of the hands were pointing towards ‘home’. Charlie’s hand pointed towards ‘work’, and Arthur’s hand was pointing towards ‘travelling’. Hermione knew Molly was carefully ignoring Fred’s hand which had been pointing at ‘mortal peril’ since well before the Battle of Hogwarts.
‘Arthur should be home shortly. No doubt he’ll want to relax in his shed for a little while as he’s had a hard day.’ Smiling fondly and shaking her head, Molly chuckled. ‘He thinks I don’t know what he’s up to out there, but he likes to have a sneaky Firewhisky or two.’ She considered the clock again as if working something out, then said, ‘Let’s say dinner at seven-thirty. Arthur should be ready to join us without getting shirty by that time.’
‘I’ll be back by then,’ Hermione promised as she opened the kitchen door.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she headed out into the yard, glad that no one else was around. All she could do now was hope that Arthur had been looking forward to his time with her as much as she, and would head straight out to the shed when he got home as Molly said he would. She wandered until she found somewhere she could sit, out of sight of the kitchen window but where she could see the shed, ready to join him when he arrived.
It was just over ten minutes later that Hermione saw Arthur walking across the yard. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes before putting them back on, then pulled his wand from his pocket to open the door to the shed and stepped inside, closing it behind him. Although she was keen to be with him and despite the lack of time, Hermione made herself wait for almost five minutes before she wandered over to the shed.
As she slipped inside, having first checked that there was still no one around to see, she smiled at Arthur taking in his tired expression. As Molly had said he had poured a glass of Firewhisky and was sipping it as he turned towards her.
‘You’re late. Have you had a busy day?’ Hermione asked as she walked towards him.
Arthur nodded wearily. ‘A difficult day, I would say, Hermione. I’ve just come from a very stressful meeting and I feel absolutely exhausted.’ He leant against the workbench as he took another sip of the whisky.
Hermione felt her heart catch at his words, disappointment rising that Arthur might be too tired to do anything, but she pushed it back down. For the moment he didn’t need to do anything but stay where he was, she could do all the work. And hopefully, once she had aroused him enough there might still be time for her to move things on.
She walked towards him although slightly warily as his expression didn’t change.
‘Let me help you relax, Mr Weasley,’ she murmured.
Arthur sighed loudly. ‘I’m sorry, Hermione. I know we were supposed to—’ He broke off as he wasn’t sure what to say. He frowned then, ‘I’m not sure I’m going to be much use to you tonight. I really do feel knackered.’
Hermione’s stomach twisted with dismay at the sudden thought that last night might have been their swan song. She couldn’t believe it was over. It couldn’t be.
‘You don’t have to do anything. Just stay there, relax and drink your Firewhisky,’ she said her voice seductive as she now stood directly in front of him.
Her hand reached out to stroke the front of Arthur’s robe where his erection would normally be. There was nothing there. He definitely wasn’t at all aroused.
‘I’m sorry, I did warn you,’ Arthur said sounding apologetic.
Hermione smiled at him. ‘I owe you for last night and there won’t be any time later, not with all the packing for tomorrow, so it has to be now.’
She pulled his robe up revealing the underpants with his flaccid cock inside. Still smiling, she pulled them down, taking hold of his cock and squeezing gently. She looked into Arthur’s eyes as she squeezed, seeing there a look of desire although it was obvious he was exhausted.
‘I want you to cum,’ she whispered.
Arthur gave a small snort of amusement. ‘I’ll be lucky if I get an erection.’
‘Oh, you will,’ Hermione promised, a wicked twinkle in her eye.
She could already feel the first stirring of arousal. Arthur’s cock was slowly stiffening but it was taking too long, especially when she had to be back in the house in twenty minutes. Disappointment welled again when she realised she could probably get Arthur to cum, but sex was going to be out of the question. There just wasn’t going to be time.
But although disappointed, Hermione knew this was no reason to stint in her efforts to give Arthur the pleasure he deserved. Her hand moved in the way he had shown her previously, the flesh becoming stiffer and more erect with every pull. Arthur had discarded his drink, his head now back and his eyes closed as he moaned softly, enjoying Hermione’s tender ministrations.
When she judged it stiff enough, Hermione dropped to her knees, moving forward and gripping his bottom so she could take Arthur’s cock into her mouth. She started slowly, licking across the tip, watching as it twitched at the contact as Arthur hissed.
Emboldened by his obvious enjoyment she swirled her tongue around the semi-rigid member, wetting it all the way down to where it sprung from the bush of red hair below his navel. Now she used a different tactic, her lips kissing, working her way back up as she nibbled gently. She popped it in her mouth, teeth gently catching the flesh in places as she swallowed it. Arthur still hadn’t opened his eyes but from the noises he was making and the stiffness in his cock, Hermione knew he was enjoying what she was doing.
Another change and she had moved back to the head, sucking it hard, almost as if she was using a straw to get the last bit of milkshake from the bottom of the glass. Arthur groaned and stroked her hair. Hermione sucked him again, then having prepared herself she slid as much of his cock as she could into her mouth, stopping only when she started to gag. A few seconds later she was doing it again, able to take a bit more now she was used to it.
Arthur moaned her name, one hand now on her shoulder gripping so hard she thought he was going to bruise her, the other in her hair, caressing but not yet holding her down. She continued sucking, knowing that he was now completely erect and all further action on her part would bring him ever closer to climax.
For a moment Hermione wondered whether she could stop what she was doing now that Arthur was ready and initiate the intercourse she so desperately desired. But she suspected that stopping now would just mean Arthur taking over pleasuring her with foreplay instead, and he had already done plenty of that this week. There still wasn’t time for that to happen and for them to have sex as well.
Hermione felt she really owed Arthur an orgasm after all the pleasure he had given her so she pushed away the thought of fucking and concentrated once more on bringing Arthur to climax, her tongue swirling around his hard length as he moaned quietly. One hand moved to cup his balls, squeezing them gently as the other moved from his bottom, slipping under his robe to slide between his legs.
Her fingers flickered against the sensitive skin between his testes and his anus, stroking and pressing as Arthur gasped in appreciation. Swallowing as much of him as she could, Hermione sucked as her fingers played, the hand holding the balls squeezing in time with the sucking, creating a rhythm that was making Arthur pant as his arousal was further stoked. He was still playing with her hair, trying to stop himself from forcing her down even further onto his cock.
Feeling the telltale twitch that warned her Arthur was close to cumming, as if the noises he was making hadn’t already given it away, Hermione released his cock until she was back sucking the head as one of her fingers found and penetrated Arthur’s anus; gently pushing inside him as she squeezed his balls once more. He gasped loudly then cried out, his muscles clenching as his cock spasmed, exploding into Hermione’s waiting mouth.
She continued to suck until it was clear Arthur was feeling the sensitivity, then she released him completely, sitting back and savouring the taste of his cum before she swallowed it. Hermione smiled at him. Arthur was looking a bit shell-shocked as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
‘I told you I’d make you cum,’ she said with a wink.
Arthur nodded. ‘You did. And I’m very grateful, Hermione.’
After redressing himself, he held out a hand to help Hermione up then picked up the glass of Firewhisky. He took a sip then held the glass out to her.
‘You might want some of this.’
Hermione shook her head, her nose wrinkling with distaste. ‘No thanks. I don’t like Firewhisky.’
‘I thought you might want to get the taste—’
Hermione cut him off. ‘I love the taste of your cum, Mr Weasley. I don’t need to get rid of it.’ She licked her lips as if in confirmation.
‘I suppose we should be getting back to the house shortly,’ Arthur said sounding reluctant as he finished the last of the Firewhisky in his glass.
Although he had just experienced the most amazing orgasm thanks to Hermione’s wonderful mouth and exploring fingers he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that there hadn’t been time for him to give her satisfaction in return. There was disappointment, too. He knew she was going back to school in the morning so her time as his artefact was about to come to an end and even though he knew it was wrong, Arthur didn’t want her to leave.
He knew he should be grateful that their games hadn’t got any more serious than foreplay although that was bad enough considering he was a long-married man, but the truth was that he still wanted more with her. Arthur wanted to fill Hermione’s gorgeous body with his cock, to feel her soft, tight flesh wrapped so snuggly around him. He wanted to hear her cries of pleasure as he fucked her hard, but he was also depressingly aware that their time had run out so it was never going to happen.
Arthur now regretted that he hadn’t taken the chance when it had presented itself yesterday despite the risk at the time. He glanced at his watch just to check whether there was even the slightest chance that they could squeeze in something more but he already knew it was too late. There wasn’t even time for him to pleasure her with his mouth or fingers. They really needed to get back to the house and dinner with the family and there would be no time after with all the packing and general madness that always accompanied the night before school.
He knew he ought to say something to Hermione about their time together, should make some acknowledgement that it was over and that it had been one of the most exciting and enjoyable experiences of his life, but now it came to it Arthur found it hard to speak. He just didn’t want it to be over.
Hermione felt a little awkward as she waited to see if Arthur was going to say anything more to her. She was still buzzing from the orgasm she had given him but the feeling of deflation had begun and started increasing apace when he mentioned going back to the house. Once she left the shed she would no longer be one of his artefacts and anything that had happened between them would be nothing but a bittersweet memory.
Although she knew Arthur had enjoyed what they had done together she had no idea how he felt about her leaving. Was he as disappointed as she that they hadn’t managed to consummate their union or was he relieved that he had managed to get away with only foreplay, his guilt still stopping him from going that final step? She had no idea as Arthur’s expression gave nothing away. Hermione was certain she looked disappointed though. She couldn’t help it. She wanted him so badly and now it wasn’t going to happen. Their time together had run out.
Suddenly realising that Arthur might take her disappointment as a criticism that the pleasure had gone all his way this evening, Hermione tried to school her expression into something more akin to his but she wasn’t sure she succeeded.
‘Dinner is at seven-thirty,’ she reminded him, confirming that they needed to leave.
Arthur gave a brief nod of understanding and put his empty glass in the drawer of his workbench. Hermione walked towards him, surveying him as he stared at her warily.
‘Hermione, I want to thank you for letting me—’
‘I wanted more than this,’ Hermione blurted out, cutting Arthur off before he could say the words that officially ended her time as his artefact. She needed him to know how she felt — needed to know herself whether he had wanted their games to become more intimate or whether he had always intended to keep it to foreplay. ‘I wanted to fuck you . . . I wanted it so much.’
Arthur stared at her for a couple of seconds. ‘I wanted that too,’ he admitted quietly. He took hold of Hermione’s hands as he gazed into her eyes. ‘I’m sorry there wasn’t time.’
‘Tomorrow,’ Hermione said sounding a little breathless. Her heart was now pounding at Arthur’s words and she knew that somehow they had to make it happen.
Arthur frowned and shook his head. ‘We have to be at Kings Cross by eleven o’clock. Percy’s sending a car for us. There won’t be time in the morning, Hermione.’
‘Yes, there will.’ Hermione sounded confident now. ‘We could come out here early before everyone else gets up. Please, Mr Weasley. I want this so much . . . and you said you do too.’
Arthur considered the proposition for a few seconds, his heart lifting as he realised that this would be the perfect way to say goodbye to Hermione. They would both get everything they wanted and neither would end up feeling the other was going away unfulfilled.
He nodded. ‘Okay. If you’re sure?’
Hermione smiled. ‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Would five-thirty be too late?’
Arthur smiled now, too. ‘I think that would be perfect.’
Looking much happier, Hermione dropped his hands. ‘I’ll see you in the morning then.’
She headed for the door, leaving Arthur watching after her.
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