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Someone had just gotten off the lift onto level 2 ‘Supplies and Stationary.’
They were finally alone.
Harry sucked in a deep breath and he got nothing but her on the inhale. All of his senses were dialed to Hermoine and he was lost in it. So far gone with the thought of alone time together that he could tell she was feeling it too. Without preamble he acted. Pulling her to him. An almost full carryout cup still in his left hand while his right cusps her now showing baby bump, nose ghosting her ear. Yeah she felt it too because when did she move her hair out of the way for him?
“You missed me.” statement not a question.
“I did” with a smirk.
“Is that why you wore this dress?” she nods “I love this colour” his pointer finger from the hand holding his cooling morning jo is snaking its way up the folds of her dress distracting them both.
“Mm my husband bought it”
“Well he has great taste. Smart man.”
“That he is” by now she was flat out panting from the anticipation as his hand makes a clear effort to slide her thong to the side.
With his teeth at the back of her neck “Lucky man too, with an arse like that.” and before she could even think to respond, the lift operator fake coughs.
Loudly.
“Shite.” Harry whispers .”Sorry bout that mate. Been a while.”
Mike the operator makes a face strangely similar to one Harry has seen on Hermione’s face, then processes to shift his eyes down to where Harry’s hand is still just under the swell of her pregnant belly. But this whole time he never said anything.
Good man that Mike.
*ding Level 4*
Hermione grabs the front of his robes and takes off out of the lift.
After about a minute she leads him into an alcove that feeds into a hallway. With his attention sufficiently split he totally missed the lavatory sign. He was passed the sinks before he caught on. And then there was a group of people rushing out.
Ew.
Harry just couldn't figure out why people would flush into the Ministry when they could floo or just walk up.
“Erm love if you needed to go to the loo you could've left me outside.”
And with a grunt Hermoine hauls Harry into a stall. Forgetting her heightened strength.
Back firmly against a wall of the stall. Harry feels her magic put up privacy wards. “What in t-”
He suddenly had a straight view of his wife’s face.
Clear.
Eager.
Exceptant.
Desire.
Quickly levitating the cup down so he could pick up where he left off.
“People saw us coming in so we’ll have to be quick.” Hermoine still had her wand in her hand, and uses it to cast some strong Scourgify.
“Uh? oh!”
Giggles. His wife was giggling at him. That just won't do. Proceeding to unbuckle his pants, his only blessing is that it was taking her longer to bend over and get her undies.
Waitaminute.
That's the black lacy pair.
Now with that image in mind he knew this would be quick.
Embarrassingly so.
Wait another minute. Was she talking?
“Huh?”
Huff “I said maybe you could hold me you because I really don't want to put my face to the wall”
“Yeah yeah sure sure.” freeing his cock and taking the two steps to her “you need romance?”
“Nah I’m past that now”
And to that he giggled too.
With her hands on his shoulders he picks her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist; he inhales again. Just to get a fill of her again. And on the exhale he is filling her.
It was just her, him and the feeling of being inside her.
“Shit”
“Mm yeah”
“Fuck”
“I'm trying but you charmed me to the stall wall” she tried to move her hips but she wasn't going anywhere. His response was to nibble and bite at her lips.
Maybe he needed the romance.