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7 Days (In Time Series 1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 13846 -:- 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 wasn’t at all sure that he should have agreed to meet Hermione in the shed this morning. But when she had made it clear how disappointed she was that they hadn’t had sex it had stirred that part of him that felt exactly the same way, so he had given in and arranged a time. The truth was that it was something he had been fantasising about for a week anyway, so it wasn’t really a hardship to agree to.
He had been excited to discover that he hadn’t been alone in his desires and that Hermione was as disappointed about their time together coming to an end as he was and was eager to do anything to extend it for as long as possible.
Arthur knew he should feel some guilt at what they were about to do but things had gone too far for that now. Although he still loved Molly every bit as much as he had always done, Hermione was providing the excitement that had been missing from his life for years and it made him feel good in a way he had never expected to feel again.
He hadn’t managed to get much sleep. Instead, he had spent most of the night imagining, as he had all week, taking Hermione in every conceivable position trying to decide which would give her the most pleasure as there wasn’t going to be enough time to try all of them. Eventually, he had given up working it out and just enjoyed the fantasy. Hermione could decide what position she wanted. He would be happy for her to take control.
There was a slight touch of coolness in the air and Arthur shivered as he stepped outside the kitchen door and made his way across the yard towards the shed. Despite only being the first of September, Autumn was definitely on its way, the trees already turning shades of yellow, orange and red.
For a moment, he wondered whether Hermione had actually woken up or whether she was still tucked up in bed dreaming about returning to school and had forgotten all about meeting him. He wasn’t sure how long he should wait for her to turn up before admitting to himself that she wasn’t coming. But as he reached the shed a smile crossed his face and his arousal flared sharply. Hermione was already there waiting for him. She hadn’t forgotten or changed her mind.
Arthur opened the door and let Hermione in ahead of him, enjoying the warm stuffiness of the shed after the cool breeze outside.
‘Good morning, Hermione,’ he said politely.
Hermione smiled. ‘Good morning, Mr Weasley. I don’t think I slept at all last night. All I could think about was being with you.’
Arthur gave her a wry smile as he moved towards her. ‘I know exactly what you mean.’
Hermione looked delighted at his confession. She reached out to undo his dressing gown, pushing it from his shoulders before working to remove his nightshirt. Once Arthur stood unclothed in front of her she smiled.
‘It’s good to finally see you naked,’ she said.
‘I don’t look as good as you do,’ Arthur told her. He had already removed Hermione’s dressing gown and was pulling her nightdress over her head.
‘I like it,’ Hermione said as she stared at him once she emerged from beneath the cotton. ‘It makes me even hornier.’
‘I can see that.’ Arthur sounded amused as he reached to cup her breasts, fingers pinching her stiff nipples.
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and sighed happily. ‘I’m going to miss this.’
‘Mmmm, me too.’ Arthur pulled her closer, his mouth dipping to capture the left nipple, sucking hard on it. His free hand caressed Hermione’s body, stroking down her back and over her bottom. ‘Sweet Merlin, you’re gorgeous.’
Hermione’s hands wrapped around Arthur’s erection, squeezing it gently. ‘Morning wood,’ she said happily.
Arthur chuckled as he released her nipple for a moment. ‘Horny young woman waiting for me to fuck her in the shed more like.’
‘Oh yes, I definitely want that,’ Hermione confirmed then purred happily as Arthur’s hand slid between her thighs. She opened her legs to give him better access, biting her lip to stifle a gasp as his fingers slid inside her, his thumb locating and massaging her clit in the way that always gave her so much pleasure.
‘You’re very wet already,’ he said sounding impressed.
Hermione grinned at him. ‘I told you, I’ve spent all night imagining you fucking me. Of course I’m wet. I just need your cock.
—Do you want me to suck it first?’ She squeezed harder, causing Arthur to hiss.
He considered the question for a moment but knew that if Hermione got her beautiful mouth on his cock he would probably cum rather too quickly and he wasn’t sure how long it would take him to recover. The last thing he needed was them not getting to fuck because he couldn’t get another erection.
‘No. I want to go down on you, though. I want to taste you again.’
He helped Hermione onto the workbench, enjoying her eagerness as she spread her legs wide to give him access to her perfect body.
‘I really enjoyed that last time,’ she admitted sounding a touch sheepish.
Arthur’s fingers stroked the length of her slit, enjoying looking at her every bit as much as he knew he would enjoy tasting her.
‘Have you never done that before?’ he asked, suddenly wondering how experienced Hermione actually was, and hoping he wasn’t about to discover that she was still a virgin.
She shook her head. ‘No. I’ve had sex, obviously, but that never happened before.’ She blushed, then added. ‘It was wonderful. Thank you.’
‘What about giving blow jobs?’ Arthur asked.
Hermione shrugged. ‘Yes. Ron was always quite keen for me to do that.’
Arthur frowned. ‘But he didn’t return the favour?’
‘No. I did tried to hint that it would be nice to try it a few times but he just ignored me. I don’t think he wants to do it.’
‘Well, more fool him,’ Arthur said as he gripped Hermione’s bottom and pulled her towards him. More salaciously he added, ‘I definitely want to do it.’
A moment later Hermione squealed loudly as his warm wet tongue connected with her tight vulva. She gave a moan of pleasure as she lay back, relinquishing all control to Arthur as his tongue teased and probed, drawing her already sensitive and aroused sex into a state of frenzy until finally, with a sharp cry, her body went rigid as she exploded.
‘Can we fuck now?’ she asked, her voice husky with arousal, as she lay there looking up at Arthur with limpid eyes.
Hermione had enjoyed what he had done with his tongue but she was so desperate to finally feel his wonderful hard cock inside her that she was becoming impatient.
‘Are you sure?’ Arthur asked carefully.
His stomach was swirling as if he had swallowed a mass of butterflies that were trying to escape, the feeling caused by the knowledge that Hermione wanted him — every bit as much as he wanted her it seemed — but he needed to be certain because he didn’t want there to be any mistake.
Hermione sat up and smiled at him. ‘That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?’
Arthur’s heart pounded as the butterflies swooped again. ‘Do you have a preference for position?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I just want you inside me. Like this will be perfect . . . to start with.’
She wrapped her legs around Arthur’s bottom at the same time as she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him towards her until his erection was pressed against the soft lips of her sex.
‘Take me,’ she whispered in his ear.
Arthur wrapped an arm around Hermione in return and taking her at her word he guided his cock into her, thrusting deep inside once he was in the right position. His growl of desire matched her cry of delight as they began to undulate, slowly at first, then speeding up as they got into their stride.
‘Oh, god, that feels so good,’ Hermione whispered as she clung to Arthur, savouring the feeling of his hard cock moving inside her.
Arthur had released her now, his hands either side of her on the workbench, providing stability as he thrust again and again, pushing as deep inside Hermione as he could get. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the sound of her breathing, gauging the pants and gasps as he pounded her, trying to bring her to climax before he exploded himself. He was having trouble because she felt so good and part of him was desperate to empty himself inside her, to claim her as his property completely, but he needed Hermione to cum too.
‘Ride me,’ he begged when the feeling became almost unbearable, knowing that the few seconds it would take to change position would be enough to get him under control again. He pulled out of her and retrieved the chair.
With a murmur of agreement, and with Arthur’s help, Hermione clambered from the workbench moving to join him. She climbed onto his lap, easily impaling herself on his hard length, causing another loud moan from both of them. Once she was certain she was in place she began moving, riding Arthur as his hands and mouth played with her breasts; biting, pinching and squeezing as they led each other to climax.
Hermione could feel that aching pain deep inside her, flaring up and spreading throughout the whole of her lower body. It was almost unbearable in its beauty and she found herself slowing, no longer riding with the earlier intensity. Arthur’s hands left her breasts, instead finding her bottom, clutching it as he thrust up into her, obviously knowing she was close to cumming and helping to get her over the final hurdle.
Her breathing was fast and shallow, panting as she forced herself onwards, the heat and pain turning liquid as she wailed loudly, unable to stop herself from crying out her joy at the feeling Arthur was creating deep inside her. She could hear his grunts and gasps as he continued to thrust, his lips on her neck as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
‘Oh . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!’ Hermione cried as a wave of emotion washed over her, causing tears to well up in her eyes. A moment later they began to fall as her orgasm exploded once more; light-headed and almost floating, her pelvis grinding against Arthur as she came with an intensity that surprised her.
Arthur groaned loudly as Hermione’s contracting muscles gripped his cock, squeezing and milking him. It felt so good and he couldn’t last any longer. With a sharp cry, he let himself go, feeling the twitching as he emptied his balls into Hermione’s perfect tight body. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her as she sobbed on his shoulder.
Once Hermione had recovered slightly, Arthur released her and she gazed at him with a smile, her dark eyes shining. She seemed to be glowing just as he was sure he was glowing. It had been the most magnificent fuck he’d had in years and he could feel nothing but warmth and gratitude for this beautiful young woman who had given herself to him so freely.
‘That was absolutely bloody amazing,’ Hermione said sincerely once she stood up, allowing Arthur to finally move from the chair too.
‘It was,’ Arthur agreed. He was happily watching Hermione, enjoying the sight of her gorgeous naked body while he still could.
‘It was even better than I’d imagined it would be.’
Arthur wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, enjoying the feel of her naked skin brushing against his and chuckled.
‘I’m glad to hear it. I have to admit that it was better for me too.’
Hermione looked pleased with his comment and she gave him a huge hug.
She was aware that it was almost time to leave and that it would finally be time to acknowledge that whatever had happened between them was over — for the time being at least. Although there was some sadness at leaving, Hermione was hopeful that on her next visit to the Burrow at Christmas she would once again be able to take her place as one of Arthur’s artefacts, and now they had fucked once there was no reason it couldn’t resume.
As they continued to hug, Hermione realised she could feel Arthur’s cock pressed against her once more. He had another erection already. For a moment a flash of excitement rose within her but then she remembered that it was probably almost time for the rest of the family to get up and they needed to go back inside the house before they got caught.
‘What’s the time?’ she asked.
Arthur moved his arm so he could look at his watch, his heart racing a little as he saw the time. He had felt himself getting another erection and was trying to ignore it, certain there wasn’t time for them to do anything else and that once Hermione finally moved from his arms she would be returning to the house and out of his life once more.
‘Six-fifteen,’ he said quietly.
As he tried to decide whether there was time for them to do anything else he gasped as he felt Hermione grasp his cock, squeezing it hard. She had obviously felt him when he was pressed against her and decided to take matters into her own hands.
‘Good, we’ve just about got time then,’ she said gleefully.
Hermione tugged Arthur’s cock, gratified to feel it growing ever harder. When it was rock hard again she released him and walked over to the workbench, bending over it in the same way as she had when she was waiting for the caning. She looked over her shoulder at him.
‘Hard and fast please, Mr Weasley,’ she said with a wicked grin then bent down to lean on the workbench with her legs apart presenting her pert bottom and tight slit for his attention.
Arthur joined her, his hand stroking her bottom for a moment as he remembered the welts that had been raised there earlier in the week. The marks were still visible although they would probably be gone before Hermione had been back at school for a week.
He positioned himself then gripped her hips as his cock slid inside her, enjoying once again the feel of her firm warm muscles gripping him so tightly. Hermione gave a loud moan of pleasure and he withdrew almost all the way before pushing back inside her again, building a steady rhythm as he granted her wish, marvelling at how deep he could go in this position. It felt fantastic and he could keep going and going.
It was clear Hermione was enjoying it every bit as much as Arthur from the noises she was making, no effort being spared at attempting to keep quiet. She spurred him on, begging him to go faster, then to slow down when it became too intense, Arthur following her instructions to guide her to another massive orgasm which exploded in a wave of shrieking and sobbing. He held her down as his own climax followed, then hugged her tightly again, wishing that he never had to let her go, that he could keep her here in the shed forever.
‘We’d better get dressed and go back to the house,’ Arthur said eventually.
He kissed the top of Hermione’s head before releasing her to go and find his nightshirt and dressing gown. He turned to watch Hermione putting her nightdress back on, feeling a slight sense of loss as her gorgeous body was covered up. He was busy doing up the belt on his dressing gown when he realised Hermione had joined him again. He smiled at her.
Hermione gently stroked Arthur’s face, taking in every inch of it, cementing it in her mind for later remembrance. She yearned to kiss him, to finally feel his lips on hers and taste his beautiful mouth but she knew that wasn’t allowed, just as she could never call him Arthur. Both those things were far too intimate and would take their relationship to a place she knew they could never go to. Her time in the shed was supposed to be a bit of fun, not a big affair that would threaten Arthur’s marriage. She smiled then leant in and gave him the briefest, most tender and chaste kiss he had ever received on the corner of his mouth.
‘I’ll see you at Christmas, Mr Weasley,’ Hermione said, her voice low and sensual.
Arthur felt the urge to pull her to him and kiss her properly for the first time ever. He wanted to swear undying love for this beautiful young woman that had captured his heart so thoroughly over the last week, but somehow he found himself unable to say anything and knew he had to let her go.
‘I’m part of your collection,’ Hermione reminded him with a wink as she walked away from him, heading for the door.
Arthur stared after her. Hermione reached for the door handle.
‘I’ll need to give you a thorough examination when you get back, Hermione,’ Arthur told her.
Hermione grinned, blew him a kiss, then pushed the door open and disappeared through it leaving Arthur alone with a head full of memories and the Christmas holidays to look forward to.
He opened the drawer and after rummaging for a moment pulled out a thick black marker pen, then removed the calendar from the wall and placed it on the workbench. He counted the days until the Christmas holidays, putting a box around the date, then returned to the September page and crossed out the 1. He put the calendar back on the wall, put away the pen and left the shed, ambling back towards the kitchen door with a contented smile on his face.
There were only another one hundred and thirteen days to go.
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