Jeannie Winchester (jeanniefillion) wrote in hms_harmony, @ 2007-08-04 16:06:00 |
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Current mood: | naughty |
It's Smut Time!
Well, I mentioned a recent LJ post that I was entertaining some nice and smutty affair!H/Hr fantasies. Thanks to some coaxing by Nitya (aka inifiniteskies), I've decided to write one into a fan fiction. I wrote it in less than thirty minutes and it is not beta'd. LOL, I suck at writing smut, so I hope this fic isn't too horrendous.
Title: Love Scratch (LOL, Lame, I know!)
Author: jeanniefillion
Rating: R
Spoilers: There's nothing really canon related mentioned, except for the piss poor choice Harry made in picking his life partner.
Summary: Ginny Potter notices some scratches on Harry's back, and asks him to have a healer check them out. I'm sure Healer Granger can help Harry somehow... ;)
Disclaimer: I am not JK, and I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to the world of Mr. Potter.
Harry was just about to put on a white button down shirt when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Where did you get these scratches from?" his wife Ginny asked with a mixture of concern and suspicion in her voice.
"A slightly deranged shop keeper in Knockturn Alley tried jumping on my back while we were confiscating a shit load of jewelry that all contained some pretty deadly curses." Harry said as he pulled the shirt on and buttoned it. "Don't worry, Gin, I'm sure they'll heal quickly." Harry finished giving his wife a smile and quick kiss on the mouth.
"I'm sure you're right, but will you please see a healer today, just to at least get some cream to make sure they don't get infected?" Ginny asked her husband as she walked him to the door.
"I'll go on my lunch hour. Hermione's working, and I know you trust her more than any of the healers." Harry said before departing.
Ginny watched with a small frown on her face as Harry apparated off to work.
The morning passed by quickly for Harry, as he spent most of it filling out paperwork. Looking at his watch, Harry smiled, noting that it was now lunch time. Instead of heading out to lunch with some of the other Aurors, as was his usual routine, Harry apparated over to Saint Mungo's, just like he promised Ginny he would.
Heading straight into Healer Granger's office, he smiled as he saw her bent over her desk, writing very quickly on a large piece of parchment.
"What brings you here, Mr. Potter?" Hermione asked without looking up from her work.
Harry smiled as he said "You might not be that bad at divination after all, Ms. Granger."
Hermione smiled as she stood up, and without a word, waved her wand so that the door locked, and a silencing charm was cast around her office.
"How silly of me to recognize someone who's been my best friend for the past twelve years." Hermione teased as she walked towards her desk again.
Harry grabbed her wrist, and gently turned her, so that she was leaning against her desk, and Harry was right in front of her.
"Well, Healer Granger, I'm here because my wife is very concerned about some scratches I have on my back." Harry breathed into Hermione's ear, causing her to shiver.
"Well, Mr. Potter, take off your shirt, and let me see what we're dealing with." Hermione said in a husky voice as she helped Harry unbutton the shirt and toss it onto the floor. Circling around him, Hermione caressed the light scratch marks marring Harry's slightly muscular back. Leaning towards him, Hermione placed feather light kisses on Harry's back before whispering "Perhaps I shouldn't be so rough next time."
Harry grabbed Hermione by her arms, and spun her so that she was pinned between him and her desk. Harry smirked at her before nipping her lower lip and and growling "Don't even think about it, Hermione."
Hermione grinned wickedly at Harry as she grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth down to hers. Kissing passionately, Harry felt Hermione's hands make frantic patterns along his arms and back, while Harry's hands ripped open her shirt causing the buttons to make "ping" sounds as they clattered to the desk and floor. Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth as she felt his hands fondle her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Harry gently bit Hermione's lower lip as he let one of his hands wander down to Hermione's thigh. Hermione nibbled at Harry's lower lip as she felt his stray hand move up her thigh and into her panties. She moaned throatily into his mouth as she felt Harry push his finger inside of her. The two began to grind against each other as Harry's finger plunged in and out her in time with their dueling tongues. Hermione threw back her head and shouted as Harry's fingers brought her to orgasm. Panting, Hermione looked into Harry's eyes as she undid his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, down his legs. Gazing back into Hermione's eyes, Harry kicked his pants and boxers off before entering her with a groan of pleasure. Harry began thrusting into Hermione as he felt Hermione's fingers rake his back, egging him on, pleading for him to go deeper. Harry grabbed the backs of Hermione's thighs and lifted them, creating an angle that allowed Harry to push deeper into Hermione. As Harry bent to kiss and nibble Hermione's neck and collar bone, he heard Hermione gasp at the friction this new position was causing. Harry felt Hermione begin to clench around him right before she shouted his name in ecstasy. After a few more thrusts Harry felt an orgasm rip through his body as he spilled his seed into Hermione. Gently lowering her legs, Harry bent forward, feeling his chest come to rest on Hermione's breasts, and kissed her forehead as he gazed into her lovely brown eyes.
Ten minutes later, a very professional looking Healer Granger was leading Harry out of her office, while instructing him to use the ointment on his cuts, twice a day, for a week. Harry smiled graciously at her, and thanked her, reassuring her that he'd be back in two days for his annual physical.