Hermione laid atop a brown beach towel, the sun rays kissing her fair skin, turning it a light bronze colour. She inhaled the salty air, listening to the pelican cry as it swooped down into the ocean, collecting dinner. She sighed contley, glad to be away from home for the weekend. Merlin knows she needed a fucking break away from England. Gone were thoughts of the Ministry threatening to send her away, along with the thoughts of her infertility. For now, she was spending much needed quality time with her husband, lover, and best friend in Perth, Australia.
She hadn't the slightest idea why she had decided on Perth when Harry asked where she wanted to go for their anniversary. Perhaps it was because it was where she sent her parents during the war, in hopes of giving them a new life, a fresh start. Maybe this is what they needed, a fresh start.
"Don't you look comfortable?" a humble voice came from beside her. She opened her eyes, pushing herself up by her elbows as she smiled happily at the man before her.
"Very." She told him, leaning her head over to him, placing a kiss upon his lips. Harry grabbed hold of her face with his palm, gently caressing it with his thumb as he lined her bottom lip with his tongue. She obliged, smiling against him as he deepened their kiss. He let his free hand trail down the middle of her back, tucking it between her skin and the bottom of her bikini. Shivers traveled down her spine at his touch, her eyes opening wide as a laugh let loose from her lips.
"Harry James Potter!", She scolded playfully swatting his arm. "There are more than just the two of us on this beach you know."
"Spoil Sport." He grumbled before taking her into his arms, his feet hitting the cold water as he reached the shore line.
"Don't you dare, Harry James!"
"Do what? This?" He asked, faking as if he was about to drop her in the waist deep water.
"Yes, that!" She shrieked, her arms tightening against his neck.
"Aw come on, love. You know you wanna take a swim in the water." He winked, a playful smile resting on his lips.
"Not when it's freezing arse water, I don't. Now, kindly return me to shore and put me down!"
"Fine, fine. Have it your way." He sighed, turning his heels as he began to walk them back to shore as Hermione smiled, pleased that she had won this round. Harry felt her relax against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. A mischievous glint caught in his eye as he quickly tossed her in the water below him, a small scream escaping her lips before plopping into the cold water.
The water felt like ice, piercing her skin as she hit. I'm going to kill him! She thought to herself, her head reaching the surface of the water. She could hear him laughing wholeheartedly as she appeared out of the water, clutching her arms as her teeth chattered together. He was hunched over, wiping the tears off his face.
"Th-Think t-this i-is f-funny d-do you?"
"Aboso-fucking-lutely."He laughed.
"Just you wait, Potter. Revenge is a dish best served cold." He snorted, walking closer to her as to pick her up and carried her out of the water. She snatched her arm away from him, stomping her way out of the freezing water. "I don't think so. I can walk perfectly fine on my own thank you very much."
He watched her stomp off onto the warm sand, plucking her brown beach towel from the ground to shake off the excess sand before wrapping it around her body, in hopes of warming herself. Merlin, he loved her, more than anyone else in his life. He silently prayed to the heavens above for them to spend many more anniversaries together.
Later that evening, they found themselves at The Boatshed Restaurant, sipping on their second glass of stella bella cabernet merlot while enjoying their anniversary dinner. Harry was finishing the last of his battered market fish, twice cooked pont neuf potatoes and crushed peas while his wife finished off her honey glazed pork collar, roasted beets and pumpkin puree. While Harry excused himself and went into the loo, the waiter came around, collecting the last of their entrees before setting a caramel sundae atop a warm brownie in front of Hermione.
"Thank you," she told the waiter as she picked up her spoon, scooping bits of the sundae and warm brownie into her mouth. "Mmm." she moaned in delight as the warm, carmel taste danced with her tongue. "That's bloody fantastic."
She quickly glanced around the restaurant insearch for her husband, before quickly grabbing hold of the salt shaker, pouring a pinch into his wine glass, stirring it with her knife.
'That will cause him to think twice before chucking me into cold waters.' She thought to herself, picking her wine glass up with her index and middle fingers, swirling it around before placing the glass to her lips.
Less than five minutes later Harry returned from the loo, leaning over the table to place a chaste kiss upon his wife's lips.
"Mmm, you taste amazing." He teased, licking his lips at the various tastes of caramel, chocolate and red wine as he sat across from her. A blush crept upon her cheeks at his words, butterflies forming in the pit of her stomach.
"Thank you so much for this past weekend, Harry. I've truly enjoyed spending our anniversary here."
"You don't have to thank me, Hermione. As the husband, it's things like this that I'm supposed to do on our anniversary, aside from other things." He winked.
"Prat."
"You know you love it."
"Not as much as I love you." She replied, her heart full of love for the man sitting across from her. Harry smiled lovingly at her, before his hand disappeared under the table.. With a quick wave of his hand, a dark blue bag with white tissue paper stuffed neatly inside it appeared on the floor. Hermione raised a brow at him, wondering what trick he had up his sleeve when suddenly she watched him pull a medium sized, dark blue bag from underneath the table.
"Happy anniversary, Hermione." He told her warmly, gently placing the bag in front of her. She sent him a small smile, her eyes questioning him on what the contents of the bag were. She carefully pulled the bag closer to her, pulling each strand of tissue paper from the bag until at last a, blue velvet box sat at the bottom of the bag.
She pulled the box out carefully, setting the now empty bag on the floor.
"Harry, what is this?"
"I suppose you'll have to open it to find out, won't you?"
Rolling her eyes at his response, she carefully opened the lid of the box, her breath hitching in her throat as her mouth widened in awe. Her eyes gazed upon the contents, mezmorized. Inside the box sits a 14 karat white gold necklace, with pear-shaped sapphire petals enhanced by sparkling round-shape diamonds. Speechless, she looked from him to the necklace, feeling her heart flutter at his thoughtful gift.
Harry bit his lip nervously, seeing as she hadn't spoken a word since she opened her anniversary present. "Do you like it?"
She snapped out of her trance, her eyes shifting to him as she opened her mouth to speak. "Do I like it? Harry, this is absolutely stunning. Is this another one of your mother's treasures?"
He shook his head. "No, this is yours. I wanted you to have something of your own." She reached across the table, taking his hand in hers as she squeezed it gently. "Thank you, love. Not just for the gift, but for being the most incredible man I could have asked for."
"Anything for you, 'Mione." he replied softly, picking up his wine glass. "Shall we have a toast?"
"We shall." She picked her glass off the table, hoisting it in the air.
"May this next year of marriage be as glorious as this one as we continue to spend the rest of our lives with one another, supporting each other through the difficult may the heavens continue to shine upon us and bless us this next year. To us."
"To us." She repeated, clicking her glass against his before taking a sip of her wine. No sooner did the flow of red wine hit his lips, did the contents in his mouth spew across the table; his mouth scrunching up as he placed his glass of wine on the table.
"Ugh, What the bloody hell is that?" He asked disgusted, watching as Hermione placed a hand over her mouth, trying to suppress her fits of laughter. "What did you do to my drink?"
"I'm sorry!" She let out between laughs. "I- I c-couldn't help myself."
"This was it right? Your pay back from earlier this afternoon?"
"Damn right it is. I told you, you'd regret tossing me into that bloody water."
"You minx!"
"Love you." She told him, winking at him as she downed the last bit of her wine.
He reached across the table, his fingers lightly caressing her arm, "Did you take your fertility potion tonight?"
"Right before we came to dinner. Why?"
"What do you say we leave here and you show me just how much you love me?" he purred, causing her to nod her head.
"Yes, please."
Harry reached into his wallet, pulling out more than enough to pay the tab before quickly taking Hermione by the hand, pulling her outside into a darkened alley. Hermione pulled out her wand, murmuring a spell that sent her gift to the hotel before her husband backed her up against the wall, crushing his lips onto hers.
"Mmm.."She moaned the taste of him on her lips was beyond intoxicating. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt him hike her dress up, his fingers caressing her smooth skin causing it to prickle at his touch. He moved his mouth off her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, sucking her skin into his mouth.
"Oh.. Harry." she whimpered, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt, unhooking them in a hurried fashion, feeling herself begin to burn with passion as she splayed her hands across his chest.
"My 'Mione, my sweet, sweet 'Mione." His fingers trailed from her thigh to the inner part of her leg, his hand resting on the center of knickers. "Already damp I see." He smiled against her skin, pushing her knickers aside as he gently rubbed his finger against her folds. She hooked a leg around his waist, giving him better access as her hands traveled to his broadened back. With one plunge, he dove his finger inside her pulling in and out at a rapid pace.
She let out a small cry, clinging to him as she felt her body begin to jerk against him. "Baby... please... take me... Take me home."
Without a word they disapparated, clothes flinging across the floor as they stood in the middle of their hotel room in nothing but their undergarments. Harry scooped her in his arms once more, placing her in the middle of the bed as he situated himself between her legs. He pressed his forehead against hers, placing a tender kiss upon her lips as she cupped his face in her hands.
He broke free of their kiss, continuing to trail kisses down her neck, moving across to her lace covered breast He pushed the fabric aside and took her breast into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily as he flicked his tongue across her nipple; his blood blazing under his skin.
She raked her fingers through his raven locks, her head becoming light-headed as he continued to caress her with his tongue. He moaned against her skin, moving from one breast to the other as he kneaded them with his hands.
"You're so beautiful" he whispered, his mouth leaving her breasts as his tongue slide down her middle, moving over her navel as he stopped short of her knickers.
"More, Merlin let there be more."
He chuckled, pulling her knickers off her with his teeth before casting them onto the floor. "There will be more my love, just you wait." He moved his body further down the bed, his head resting between her legs. He blew his hot breath onto her slit, causing shivers to cascade down her spine. With one swift move, he parted her lips flicking his tongue against her clit.
"Fucking hell!" She cried out, "Yes, yes right there." Her grip on his head tightened, pushing him further into her as he lapped her fleshy pink folds.
"You taste fucking amazing." he rasped, feeling her thighs begin to tighten against his head, loving the taste of her sweet scent upon his tongue.
"Harry... Harry... HARRY!" she howled, feeling as if bolts of electricity surged through her, bucking her hips into Harry's face.
He retreated his head from her soaked cunt, quickly ravishing his mouth with hers once more, letting her taste her juices.. "Do you taste that? That's all you baby, all you."
She bit back a moan, her hands flying to his boxers; pulling them down with one sharp movement. "Make love to me, please…"
"As you wish." With a jerk of his hips, he pounded into her; the sound of their bodies connecting echoing across the room. She sprawled her hands across his back, digging her nails into his lean muscles.
"Faster, Harry." He obliged, setting the pace for both of them as his hips continuously slammed into hers.
"Fuck, Hermione. Right there, that's it." He pinned her wrists behind her head; emerald eyes meeting brown as he continued to ride her, her breasts bouncing gracefully. Hermione's body overcame with immense pleasure once more as his cock rubbed against her clit, her loins burning hot.
"Harry… I'm gonna…"
"Shite, HERMIONE!" he cried, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he buried himself deep inside her; collapsing atop his wife as her body stilled beneath him. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock as it pulsated;his seed exploding within her.
'Please for the love of Merlin let this be it for us.'
Harry gathered the strength to pull himself off her, wiping sweat from his brow as they caught their breath. Hermione pulled the silky, violet sheets around their naked bodies and snuggled into his side. "Happy anniversary, Harry."
"Happy anniversary, Hermione." Not another word was spoken as the pair snuggled into one another, wishing with all their might that this time next year they'd be holding a three-month-old baby in their arms.