Queen of the Yule Season

Chapter Four

QUEEN OF THE YULE SEASON

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter Four

Harry Potter, with Hermione safely cradled in his arms, landed on the carpeted floor of the master bedroom of 12 Grimmauld Place with a loud crack. Overwhelmed with the haze of lust and anticipation, his magic is rippling against his skin and eagerly reaching out to the magical energy emanating from the beautiful witch in his arms as their eyes never ceased from looking at each other. Carefully setting her on the carpeted floor, he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her against his body. He smirked when she gasped upon feeling the pulsating bulge in his jeans.

"Scared, Granger?" He leaned closer. Merlin! This witch is so bloody beautiful, he thought as his eyes focused on her thick eyelashes, her lust-filled eyes, and the few tiny freckles below her chocolate brown orbs.

"Ginny's right," she whispered huskily which made his cock throb in a way that's almost too painful.

"Oh?"

"She... said you had huge potential," if only his face weren't mere centimeters away from her own, he wouldn't hear her whispering the last two words.

"Ah, you mean this," he pressed his erection against her flat abdomen. The contact made her shiver and if possible, her eyes darkened with arousal.

"Harry..." She whimpered.

"You know... I can't believe you witches talk about such things," he said while grinding his erection against her once again.

"Witches... always fantasize about you... it's hard to keep up with what's real... or fake," she whispered.

"Oh... Is that so?" he murmured as he trained little kisses on her earlobe and down her jaw.

"You know you're... you're the most eligible... bachelor in the... Merlin! Harry!" She said with frustration when his tongue licked the spot on her neck that he playfully bit. He chuckled against her skin.

"Is this what it is?" He said as he peppered kisses on her neck.

"Huh?"

He reluctantly let go of his comfortable spot on her neck. In as much as he loved the smell of her skin and the feel of it against his lips, he wanted her to know that he was seriously asking this question. It would break his heart if this is just some sort of scratching of an itch for her. He knew that if he finally gets a taste of Hermione Granger, once would never be enough. So, he wanted to make sure she was certain about this. He needed to know if she's doing this because she had some semblance of romantic feelings for him.

"Are you just seducing me so you could nail the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world?" His voice teasing but the look in his eyes showed vulnerability.

"Of course, not! I... I'm in love with you, Harry," he could hear the sincerity in her voice.

"Good answer," he whispered as he placed a hand on her nape so he could kiss her once again. In this kiss, he poured out all the love he had for her which he tried to bury deep within his heart many years ago because he thought that she'd never love him back. When they pulled apart for air, he pressed his forehead against her own.

"God! I love you!" He said as his eyes closed. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens because the woman he's wanted for so long finally loved him back.

"So..." She prodded and he grinned.

"Oh, right! Shirt off, Ms. Granger! You've been driving me crazy in this sexy schoolgirl outfit you have going on," one of his fingers lazily traced the deep valley between her pert breasts.