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Be Careful of What you Wish for...	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight – Ups and Downs

The moment I opened my eyes I felt the nausea rising so I didn’t waste time. I rushed to the bathroom, not having the time to glance at the other side of the bed. I remained in the bathroom as long as I needed and then brushed my teeth and remained inside the small room for a little longer to fully wake up. As my eyes gazed at my figure in the mirror, I gasped when I saw the light blue color around my elbow, where Ron had gripped my arm. I sighed and wished I had my wand, with another wish for Harry to still be asleep, I moved out of the bathroom and gasped in surprise when I saw Harry sat up on the bed, looking straight in my eyes with the Daily Prophet on his lap.

‘Good morning, I said warmly, but even without the years as his wife, I could understand, from experience as his best friend that something was wrong.

‘Care to explain me this?’ he asked me, his voice was calm, scarily calm and even, worry started boiling inside my stomach as I approached our bed and glanced at the front page of the Prophet. My eyes came in contact with a picture of Ron and I from yesterday, he was inches apart from me and his hand was gripping my arm, the title above was huge.

MINISTER POTTER’S OLD FRIEND REUNION? AFTER ALL THE DRAMA?

My eyes remained on the photo that looked as if Ron and I were having a conversation of whispers, like we did indeed, only the picture had failed to capture the furry we both had on our faces as it was taken from at least three feet away, still inside the courtroom. Before I could say something Harry took the newspaper with a harsh movement, opened it and started reading with that same even voice.

‘After the successful for the ministry trial against Dolores Umbridge, Minister Hermione Potter had a small chit chat with her old pal Ronald Weasley, maybe in a try to build bridges for the past they had? Maybe to stop the hatred between Head Auror Potter and the youngest son of the Weasley family? Or maybe a try of repairing their long lost friendship, a friendship damaged ever since the Wizarding War II?’ Harry read and then looked back at my eyes. I felt like I was red-handed, I had no idea what had happened between the three of us, the only thing I knew about was of Ron’s reasons, reasons based on insecurities and jealousy, but what had exactly happened between us to have Harry furious with me only for talking to Ron?

‘I… I just wanted—‘ I tried to say but I was interrupted as Harry stood up from the bed and came face to face with me, slightly towering me, with a wave of his hand the room was sealed with a silencing and a locking charm and I felt like gulping as his angry and pained eyes looked deep into mine.

‘What, Hermione? Know how he is? Ginny informs us of how he is, Luna too, what could you possibly want from him? Before all these people? What did he say to you? How lonely and sad and second-best he is? Did he rant again about how I stole you from his sweet arms? Did he lie about how we betrayed him? And you listened to him? Tried to defend yourself again? Aren’t you tired of all this? Aren’t you tired of having to apologize for the choices we made for our happiness? For once, we chose what would make us happy and he couldn’t accept that, even if he wasn’t happy with the things as they were before what we did. ‘ Harry said and I didn’t know what to say, my brain tried to proceed the things he was saying while my heart felt as if torn before his eyes’ emotions, it hurt me to see him like that.

‘I… just wanted to- to know how-‘ I tried again but I didn’t what to say, really why had I talked to him? Ron had been a stranger to my children, so his parents were, so hadn’t I realized what would have happened? I knew Ron, or at least the young man I had screamed at, five days ago, now, that man was a stranger to my family, so hadn’t I realized how things had turned out? Or I had just denied the whole thing in hope of things be a huge misunderstanding.

‘You have been strange for the past days, you don’t want me to touch you, you almost flinch at my touch, you’re tensed, quiet, as if you don’t belong here, I know you Hermione, more than I know myself. And now you talk to Ron… what is going on?’ Harry asked and this time my eyes widened as I looked deep into his emerald orbs. I had thought Harry hadn’t realized the change in me, but of course, he knew his wife, he remembered his best friend, he would have noticed the change in me, I was never awkward towards him, and now I had probably been more than awkward and the excuse of the pregnancy hormones was useless, I was obviously always fine, even while pregnant. I was ready to lie, to patch up things somehow, but what would be the use? He would know and that would make things worse, however, before I could say a word about my behavior my lips produced the truth on their own.

‘You’re scared,’ I said in a small, soft voice and that was what needed to coax a reaction as Harry snapped. He threw the paper on the floor with force and looked at me as he took my arm in his hand and brought it between us for both of us to see the bruises I didn’t have the time to cover magically, as I had hoped to do.

‘Of course I am scared, Hermione ! You’re my wife, I love you more than anything else, you are in my life ever since I was a child, you are my life and I am returning from a regular trip to find you different, changed, and I don’t know if it’s something I did or something that happened because you’re brushing off everything! Your mother asked me about it! Lily asked me about it when you haven’t taken her to her ballet lessons in two days straight! James also wondered why you haven’t kept up with the alphabet book you had started with him, even the children notice!

‘I don’t know what to say to all of them! I was away, they’re worried and I am worried and now I am seeing this picture with Ron, of all people, and you are just babbling. He made his choices, he made his parents choose between us and him, he tried to do the same with his siblings, he is not even accepting to be with Luna because she’s our friend, he had humiliated us in the press, he has gotten so low and you still give him a chance to harm us, to get through and between us!’ Harry said in a breath, his hand still holding my elbow but not where the bruise was. I had remained silent, stricken by the pain Harry’s eyes contained, the truth was finally revealed to me. I had no idea what to say so I tried to think of the best thing to do to show him that I loved him, in all times, his or mine, I loved him.

I took away my arm and hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my lips touched his in a kiss I wanted to give him ever since he had returned, usually I used my brain, but when things were on the line of destruction, my heart took over, and usually worked wonders.

After a moment of hesitation and numbness he responded and wrapped his own arms around my waist, his hands touching my back, firing reactions inside me as I took my lips away and whispered against his lips.

‘I love you and only, always, it’s just… a hard period for me, a difficult week, I will soon be back to normal,’ I whispered the truth I could give, suddenly the fear or returning to a reality where I am not allowed to kiss and hug him like that, in a reality away from my children made my heart drop, but if I wouldn’t screw up now, my future self would keep up with her beloved husband as she should.

‘I love you too, Hermione, I just want to know what’s wrong, I want to help,’ He whispered against my own lips and I nodded my head and kissed him again.

‘You do help, by being here, by not judging me, like you never did, you always supported me, I only ask you to do so again,’ I whispered and this time he kissed me on the lips first and led us on our bed, I was flat on my back and he was above me. I knew it was time for me to spare him the pain and the worry, of course he would have noticed things, his wife was behaving oddly and then speaking to their least favorite person and ex best friend, he was afraid he was losing me too, and this time I knew, I was more important than anyone for him.

He started kissing my neck and I moaned, I would make sure to show him everything is under control in a way only a woman can show her husband, her love. I moved my hands inside his hair and massaged his head, coaxing a low moan. I had no idea what to do to satisfy him, I didn’t know what he liked but I would use my instinct, I knew him in every other aspect, I would achieve this one as well, I was a fast learner.

He was topless, wearing only trousers and his underwear, my job was easy, after moving one hand down his back, my nails grazing lightly on his heated, toned body, I moved to the waistband of his trousers. Harry moved slightly away from my neck and supported himself on his knees as to help me get the thing easier off. He did and I gasped lightly when his trousers and pants were away.

I stared for a moment longer at his erection, thick and long, for a moment the reality of making love with Harry shook me to the bone but I tried not to chicken away, this is what I had been dreaming about for a very long time, it was him I was imagining even when I was with Ron, it was him all the way from the beginning. I wasn’t sure what would happen to my actual time, would my choices lead to this? Would I make something stupid and all this beautiful life with its ups and downs would be lost? Was this my only chance to make love to Harry as his wife? I gulped at the possibilities and decided to shut my logical part in the back of my head. This was happening now and I should focus and give myself in.

Harry probably didn’t notice my gasp and stare, he started moving my gown up my thighs and I helped him by rising my body for him and taking it from my breasts, up and over my head with my own hands. I gasped this time way louder as his lips were finding my nipple and tugged at the sensitive flesh, I moaned loudly at the sensation, he obviously knew exactly where to touch his wife to make her insane.

I laid back on the mattress and Harry moved above me. I placed one hand back on his scalp, massaging and encouraging, my spine bowing on its own as I moaned again and again, my other hand moved on his shoulder and grazed the skin there with my lips. He released one nipple and moved to the other, while his right hand touched my other breast, his left hand moved down my body and I felt my heart kicking in its ribcage as his fingers touched my brown curls and then moved between my thighs, I gasped and moaned his name as he pleasured me with skill.

‘Harry, kiss me,’ I whispered and he released my other breast and moved up, I framed his face with my hands as he supported his body on one arm while the other still took care of my aching center. The kiss was hard, raw, passionate but I broke it in a gasp of pleasure when he found a tender spot and caressed it mercilessly.

‘Harry… please,’ I whispered and he only smiled and nodded his head, his hand soon left my center and a moment later, I felt his member nudging against my entrance. I looked deep into his eyes, just like he did and a moment later, he was pushing deep inside me and I was gasping his name softly close to his lips. He captured my lips once again and my moan was swallowed in the kiss as he withdrew and thrust back inside me, stretching and filling me, completing me like no other.

We clicked like two perfect puzzle pieces, he pushed my legs further apart and close to my chest, keeping them there with his own arms as his hands moved flat on the mattress to keep him steady and away from pregnant belly, while one of my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him as close as the angle allowed and the other moved down his back and cupped his buttocks, encouraging to keep the pace. He kept moving above me and I met him thrust for thrust as our pubic bones collided with every thrust, sending hot waves of pleasure through our bodies.

He was soon moving his arms again while I kept my arms and legs as they were, we were closer again and he kissed my lips, my cheeks until he reached my ear and breathed my name in a whisper of pleasure, causing my inner walls to clutch around him as I shivered, this time I made him hiss and groan and I repeated my actions, torturing him, until he gave me a light slap on my thigh that made me gasp in surprise. I would have giggled but he was soon moving us in another position and the friction made me moan instead.

Now he was flat on his back and I was on top, and this time, I didn’t feel the worry I would have felt on how to pleasure him. I used my instinct that commanded me to lean above, support myself with my hand on the headboard and start moving above Harry while he supported me by my hips with one arm and the other ran up and down my front and back, worshiping me like none else had ever done. I looked down at his face, my long hair framing his view and having us both looking only at each other and the look he gave me stole my breath away.

He adored me, like I always did and maybe more, I was his wife, the woman he loved, the mother of his children, the love of his life, it was me and I could see it. There was no awkwardness and no fear, no worry and insecurities, no jealousy and pain, only pure love, respect and care, adoration, harmony. This lifetime, this future, this possibility was worthy all the things and people lost, it was worthy that and even more, being in his arms, being loved by him, having his children, having him for me, loving him as he deserves and being loved by the person who knew, supported and respected me more than anyone else.

Harry was all worth it.

I felt my body catching up with my emotions, tears of ecstasy, realization and love and need for release gathered in my eyes and I finally threw my head back and screamed out his name, all the while riding out my orgasm, just like I did with Harry’s as we climaxed at the same moment.

I was left spent and limp, slowly allowing my hand to unwrap from the headboard and move as Harry helped me lay close to him, I did so, with my head on his shoulder, my arm draped around his chest while my leg trapped one of his own. We fitted perfectly together as my fingers found the scar of the locket’s above his heart, reminding me of my own from Dolohov. We remained in silence, a comfortable silence as we laid against each other with the sweat drying on our skin and the smell of lovemaking lingering in the air.

‘I don’t want you to tell me what is going on, if you’re not ready to do so, I just want you to know that I’m here,’ Harry finally said and the tears that hadn’t escaped before, escaped now, of course he would understand, he sometimes kept things for himself and then opened up, usually only to me, this obviously was still happening so he didn’t push me.

For a moment, I thought of talking to him, explaining to him what Luna did, would he understand? Had he any idea in my time that Luna would do something like that? I had no idea she would do such thing, he couldn’t know. Could he think that I am lying, no if he knew me as he obviously did, he would believe me but what would be the result? Would he be afraid of how he should act around me and would he miss his normal Hermione? Would he keep telling me truths and facts of our past as a couple?

Luna had sent me to the future for certain reasons, for me to see things, maybe, if I talked to Harry, causing such change in his future self, would change my actual time, how things are there. I was so confused and my full of post-sex and pregnancy hormones filled brain was unable to short things out, with a small sigh, I realized I had just had the best sex or lovemaking or whatever people call it, ever.

‘It’s just a phase, it will soon pass, and I will tell you, when I am ready,’ I wanted to add “I promise”, but I had no idea what my future self would do when my time here was over, I could only hope Luna had taken care of such details. Harry kissed the crown of my sweaty head and I felt his arm that I had pillowed, now caressing my shoulder while his other hand got intertwined with mine above his heart.

‘You want to tell me what he said to you?’ he asked softly, almost absent-mindedly, but I didn’t need to be his wife to hear the undertone of tension in the small question.

‘He mocked our positions, asked me what more could I want from life, accused me of the things achieved and left.’ I said simply, honestly, bitterly. I raised slightly and looked at Harry who up until then was staring at the ceiling.

‘I am sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just saw him after the trial and thought it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him, I thought he would be mature enough to talk to me. I’m sorry,’ I whispered and Harry looked deep into my eyes. Probably, I had made attempts in the past, probably I was still the one less hot-tempered to remain between the two men. After a moment of Harry looking into my eyes without saying anything he raised his head slightly and the hand that was caressing my arm moved my head gently closer for a kiss that I gave with all my heart.

It was small, tender, forgiving and beautiful, the kind of kisses every woman wants to have from her husband. We broke the kiss and nuzzled our noses playfully before he could bite on my lip and have an equal reply from me, he was soon grinning and pinching me lightly on my side, making me squeal and giggle as he knew my ticklish spot. I responded with a light pinch on his chest, even with my hand linked to his, I was skillful and soon he was moving me on top of him again, both of us laughing and kissing. I bowed above him and as I looked at his smiling eyes, his face, his so familiar face, I realized that seeing him happy made me happy, his smile was mine, his happiness was mine, I deserved him and he deserved me. I said it again, this time with no force of proving something or out of guilt because of the pain caused.

‘I love you, Harry, with all my heart.’ I said in a soft voice and this time he framed my face with his arms and I leaned closer to his lips, our kiss tender and sweet yet deep and meaningful. I wasn’t sure what had happened between us and the rest, there were still gaps in the past that I had, but all I knew right now was that I felt complete, even without Ron and half the Weasleys, I felt complete and great, and I was going to fight for this, I was going to make the right choices to achieve that from the moment I was back in my time.

The kiss broke and I settled on Harry’s body again my ear against his heart while my arms rested on his chest and shoulder, his own hands summoned the light duvet we used and he started caressing my back and sides from beneath it as I nestled and listened to his heartbeat.

‘Promise to always be here,’ Harry whispered after a moment, I kissed his bare chest, could I make such promise? I was sure my future self could.

‘Promise never to leave,’ I said with my turn and meant it, I hadn’t thought of the moment I would be back until before our lovemaking. I had gotten used to have Harry as my husband and sooner or later, I would be thrown back in my time, where I am insecure and scared to reveal how I feel about him, even ready to go to Canada, not knowing how he feels, but maybe, this was all about it, for me to see that since Harry is my husband now, he must have some feelings in the time I came from. His answer came with a kiss and snapped me out of my thoughts.

‘What if we took the day off? I think the Wizarding Community can make it for a day without Minister Potter the Revolutionary and her famous husband, Head Auror Potter, ranked number one hottest wizard according the Witch Weekly for more than a hundred forty five weeks, and savor from Tom Riddle, according some dusty books of history.’ Harry said and I chuckled and laughed, he made fun of our titles in a beautiful way, so different from how Ron had spoken of who Harry and I were.

‘A day off sounds great,’ I said and Harry’s eyes widened.

‘Really? Usually you don’t accept even to be late.’ Harry said and I smiled, trying not to get panicked as I had showed I was somehow different again.

‘We all deserve a break, right?’ I said and Harry sobered up and nodded, I wanted him to believe it was just a tough period for me, which it was of course, it’s not every day your lunatic friend throws you ten years forward in your lifetime, but I didn’t want him to get scared or worried, at least not more than he already was.

Soon the children were up and jumping in joy for us taking the day off. They obviously wanted that too as mummy and daddy worked very much. We had breakfast together and Harry asked what the children would want to do. They both screamed “play in the backyard” and we of course agreed as this was a perfect opportunity to relax.

We moved outside, with balls and toys that we usually stored in the cupboard as I realized when Harry opened the small door, took the stuffs and smiled at me. We had a table with chairs around and the backyard was nicely made with grass for the children to play, a small playhouse and a pair of swings for them. I relaxed on a chair and Harry with Lily got in kitchen to bring drinks while James started right away with his football, hitting the fence mercilessly, thank Morgana we had all the roses and the rest of the flowers on the front garden. I smiled as Lily danced around her father while Harry brought the tray with the lemonade and pumpkin juice.

He served us the drinks and the kids started playing while we settled on the chairs, close to each other, we watched them for a while, occasionally Harry kicked the ball that was sent close and after a point he stood up and joined the game. When he realized he was a lost case against our children, he took the ball with his hands and moved it above them while he ran around the place with the children chasing him and demanding of him to stop cheating. I laughed and called out for Harry to show some mercy, he winked at me and then faked a stumble and a fall, the children screamed in victory and advanced on him, tickling and taking back the ball.

After a while he returned to the table and kissed my lips, all sweaty and out of breath, he sat down next to me, took a sip from the pumpkin juice and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

‘They’re so hectic,’ he commented and I chuckled and nodded.

‘No wonder from whom they have taken,’ I replied and he grinned and kissed my lips.

‘I would like to go and visit my parents,’ Harry said after a moment, completely serious but not sad, I looked at him for a moment more and then nodded my head and this time I kissed his lips.

‘You want us to go after lunch?’ I asked softly and he half-smiled and nodded.

‘I guess the children could see my parents too every once and a while,’ he commented softly and I nodded and hugged him.

‘Of course they could and they should, they have your parents’ names after all, they need to know who their grandparents were, and how much I owe them for saving you,’ I whispered and Harry kissed my lips tenderly.

Lunch indeed, passed by quickly and when we told the children we wanted to go to Godric’s Hollow for a visit, they both agreed, Lily obviously knew more as when we started gathering the plates of the meal, she hugged Harry tightly, without saying a word and kissed his cheek lovingly, I smiled, she reminded of me and a reaction I had myself every time the Potters, my in-laws by now, were concerned.

We got ready and soon Harry and I were moving outside, in the backyard and from there, apparated with the children.

The next moment we were in the familiar little street of Godric’s Hollow, out of the chapel that now was silent, no chorus was sounded from within, like it had when we visited the place for the first time, all those years back. I had visited the Potters a few times in my time as well, with Harry, he never needed to say a word, I could just see his eyes, even if sometimes in the full of people Burrow for some celebration, and he would just take my hand and apparate us here.

I wrapped my arm around his own and our kids moved by our sides, the area had nothing to do with the snowy night we first came here, now it was all green and sunny, yet I could see Harry’s mood falling, I could understand him, I always did.

I unwrapped my arm from his as he pushed the gate open for us to get in and I helped the kids move forward, I moved too and Harry this time sneaked an arm around my waist, holding me close like I did the same with his shoulder. We moved in the familiar path to his parents, not pausing before other tombs and we were soon standing before the gravestones.

I glanced at him for a moment before I could make a step closer to the stones of his parents, the people I owed so much, like the rest of the community of course, but I felt so grateful, Lily and James gave me my first true friend, the one who accepted me like the outsider he was himself, he always defended me before others, tried to support me no matter how strange my believes were, always was there for me when I needed him, they had given me Harry, the person I revolved around ever since I was a child, my husband, the father of my children as this time-travel proved to me.

I performed the spell twice and soon two wraths were created in midair, low enough for James and Lily to take them and set them before the stone for their grandparents, it wasn’t Christmas but I knew Harry loved the Christmas roses in them at any time of the year so I didn’t fail him.

I moved back close to Harry and he wrapped his arms around me in a hug that I returned fully. I couldn’t stop the tears as my hormones and soft spots of his past and parents always hit home inside me. I wished I could protect him somehow, bring his parents back, do something, anything but I knew I couldn’t, so I only stood by his side, no matter our relationship, I was there.

‘I’m glad you’re here,’ he whispered in my ear and I tightened my arms around him.

‘I’m glad I’m yours,’ I whispered and I meant it, I was glad I belonged to him.

We broke the hug as Lily and James moved close and Harry bowed for James to move in his arms and Lily to hug him too. He gave me James in my arms and he scooped Lily in his own hug and all together we started for the gate of the graveyard, like the family we should be, the family we couldn’t imagine we would have that snowy, Christmas Eve night, during the war.
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