Harmione One Shots

Study of His Anatomy

Summary: After a long day at work, Hermione tries to get some reading done, but is easily distracted. She decides to take a more hands on approach when it comes to anatomy.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

 All credit goes to Souled_out on Ao3

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Hermione quickly put her book down as soon as Harry entered their bedroom after taking a much-needed shower. He had training in between matches, which was quite a workout. As tiring as Quidditch was, it was still something he enjoyed doing.

She placed her book on the nightstand. Her reading could wait. She already knew everything there was to know about the human body. And there was one in particular that caught her eye. There was nothing else she wanted to give her undivided attention to. It was difficult to look away when his chest was glistening.

Only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His nipples were nice and taut. His torso was still covered with droplets of water. A few trickled from his chest to his abs and down to his happy trail that disappeared underneath the towel. A long shape could be seen pressed against the cotton with every step.

He didn't bother to look where he was going as he made his way towards the bed. He knew where every furniture was. She even let him pick out some of them to truly make it their home.

A couple of bookshelves were along the wall next to the big screen he insisted on. The shelves were filled with books that she read more than once. The others were in the library across the hallway that was also used as her study.

The king-size bed they shared could fit a family of four or more - they were working on that part. There were two nightstands with lamps were on each side of the bed. The headboard was lined with cushion and covered with a velvety material.

They quickly learned their lesson after a couple of head bumps. It was an unpleasant feeling during a heated moment between husband and wife. It was during their honeymoon phase that never seemed to end.

They recently added a settee sat at the foot of the bed, facing a huge television that he couldn't live without. He enjoyed watching other sports during their off season. It also helped him with his workout routine when he saw other athletes defy physics and their bodies.

A walk-in closet connected to the bedroom opposite of the entrance from the hall. A light colored carpet was soft on their feet and their bodies when they were too much in a rush or just wanted to try a different position.

She watched attentively as he dried his dark hair with his hands, brushing his fingers through the wet strands. His chest and arm flexed with his movements, causing her to nod in appreciation. His body was sculpted through years of playing Quidditch. Seeing the result of his hard work made her appreciate all the days he spent training - even if it meant less time with him. Her work schedule didn't help any, but they make it work.

Harry plopped down near the edge of the bed as he continued to dry his hair. The bed shifted underneath her weight as she crawled towards him. She could still smell the faint hint of his musk that was being obscured by the shampoo and soap he used - which was hers to begin with.

"Long day?" she asked as her fingers grazed the small of his back. She pressed her thumbs firmly near the center and began to move in circles.

"Mmhhmm," he hummed. He straightened his back and planted his foot flat on the floor to steady himself. "A bit harder. Spent most of the day trying out new brooms. The team has a new sponsorship."

Hermione moved closer and knelt behind with her legs spread out to balance herself. She pressed the balls of her palm against his tense muscles and began massaging him. She made sure to avoid certain spots. Bruises and scratches marked his back, some were from their own activities inside their home. A few times were on the balcony and the garden.

"How was your day?"

"Hectic."

Harry leaned back and turned his head to look at her. Her hair was up in a messy bun, showing her hard day's work.

"When is St. Mungo's never busy?" There was a hint of worry in his green eyes.

"I get to help save lives. That's all that matters." She gave him a peck on the cheek and returned to helping her husband feel better. She worked her way up slowly, loosening the knots that made his backache after training.

The span of her hands covered as much as she could. His skin felt smooth against her palm. She knew exactly where to place her fingers as she massaged him.

"Don't know what I would do without you." He raised his shoulders - up and down a few times - as her hands worked their magic on his exhausted body.

Soft fingertips traced the sinew of his arms, starting from his shoulders. She felt the crescent shaped dents of her nails from their morning tryst - on his triceps - before she had to leave for an emergency.

"Hermione." It was soft and low, like a purr.

She massaged her way down his arms. His forearm flexed at her touch as she leaned forward, pressing against his back.

He could still smell the scent of her shampoo and soap on her. She loved citrus and floral to help get rid of the stench of blood, sweat, death, and sterilizer.

"Should have waited for me to shower. We could have saved water," he said.

"Perhaps next time," she replied. "How do you feel?"

Harry unexpectedly turned around and lifted her up before pinning her down on the bed. "You've got me all worked up with all that touching. I've got a very stiff muscle that needs some tending to."

"What kind of Healer would I be, if I didn't take care of my patient?" She shifted her legs to move them beside his hips and rolled them over. She straddled his thighs as she played along. "Tell me, Mr. Potter, where exactly is the problem you speak of?"

Harry grabbed her hand and slowly dragged it down his naked torso. "Right here," he pushed the towel down with her hand, revealing his erect cock. Droplets covered the head that was in need of her attention. "It's very stiff at the moment."

"I see you started early." Hermione wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking him.

"Couldn't help it. I've got a great masseuse."

"How would you like me to treat this ailment of yours, Mr. Potter?"

"You're the Healer. What would you recommend as treatment?"

"I know exactly what you need and want." Hermione moved lower on his legs and bent down, paying close attention to his issue with her mouth.

They both knew that it would be a long night. After all, he was quite stiff, and she knew exactly how to take care of him.