Queen of the Yule Season

Chapter Five

QUEEN OF THE YULE SEASON

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter Five

Hermione Granger woke up with the sun shining brightly as snow falls down the pavement, coating whatever it could touch in a covering of cold white cotton. Where it not for the heating charms in the entire house, she would surely be shivering in the cold right now. Feeling a strong warm body pressed against her back, a muscular arm wrapped around her waist, she blushed. Now the ache between her legs made so much sense as memories of what happened after their mini gathering last night came crashing in the forefront of her mind.

She slowly turned around to watch the face of the man beside her. Upon glancing around the room, she noticed that she was sleeping in the master bedroom of 12 Grimmauld Place and not her own. I can't believe I actually seduced Harry Potter... Not only that, he told me so many times last night, through words and with his body, how much he's always loved me...

The first thing she noticed as she faced Harry, is his broad shoulders, lean chest, and the light dusting of raven hair on it. Looking down, she itched to touch the hard planes of his six-pack abs. As her gaze drifted lower, to his happy trail, and his long thick appendage that is on full mast, she could feel her cheeks heating up. No wonder I feel so sore, she thought.

"You're free to touch, you know? I'm yours after all," his husky voice nearly made her jump off the bed but his strong arms kept her close to his body.

"Hi..." She whispered as she looked at Harry's handsome face. The smug bastard just smirked at her.

"Good morning, sexy," his finger caressed her lips and then down to play with her still sensitive nipples.

"Harry..."

"You don't regret it, do you?" The worry in his emerald green eyes made her break out into a fond smile.

"No... I love you, Harry Potter," she raised a hand to play with his hair.

"You do know that I don't intend to ever let you go, right?" He said after kissing her forehead.

"Hmmm... What does that mean exactly?" She snuggled closer to him as her fingers traced circles on his chest.

"Be my Lady Potter?" He tilted her chin up. Seeing the look of determination and seriousness in his eyes, she gulped.

"Is that... a proposal?" She said shyly.

"No... Not yet. What do you take me for? Proposing while naked? I got better game than that," he huffed and she burst out giggling. He gave her a feigned put-out look when he saw her laughing so hard.

"You? Have game? I seem to recall that I was the one who pursued you, Potter," she teased and he rolled his eyes.

"Driving me mad with lust doesn't count... Besides, I was being noble," he defended himself and she snorted.

"Noble, my arse. More like a closet horny bastard! I can't feel my you know what," she huffed and this time, it was his turn to chuckle.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Sweetheart. I feel so bad for what I did to your you know what – " He didn't finish his statement since he burst into full-on laughter now. His shoulders are shaking and she could hear the rumbling sound from his chest. It makes her so happy to see him so carefree that his eyes are sparkling with joy.

"You know, if sex made you this happy, I would have jumped you sooner," she remarked.

"Oh no! Sex feels pleasant, true. But with you, it's even better than flying... But well, that could be because I'm just bloody in love with you," he said nonchalantly as if he's just describing the weather. This wizard could actually persuade me to get that silly tattoo of his name on my bum...