Title: It’s All About the Boots
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson (mentioned), Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy (mentioned)
Rating: M for s-e-x and language
Warnings: Explicit sex and debauchery.
Summary: Hermione is going to teach her husband how to celebrate Halloween the right way.
Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at smut, and that’s scary. Let me know what you think.
“Hermione! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Harry shouted up the stairs before moving away into their living room. He checked his watch and sighed deeply. If Hermione didn’t hurry, they were indeed going to be really late. It was odd, because normally he was the one who made them late. Hermione wasn’t really one for vanity of any kind, so it surprised him that she was taking so long to get ready.
“I’ll be down in a couple minutes. Hold on to your knickers, will ya?” Hermione shouted. Harry grinned. Hermione had come a long way from the swotty little girl who wouldn’t allow anyone to curse around her without some form of exclamation about their language. He ran his hands over his new goatee and gave it a twirl, trying not to giggle like a mad man. The hair growth potion that Hermione had brewed for him had worked wonders, and had really added to his costume. Harry smirked. Hermione had really liked the facial hair, and had told him that he should keep it around for a while.
He was getting a bit more impatient, and was about to call up and yell for his wife once again when he heard her feet on the stairs behind him. Harry turned around and felt his jaw go slack. Their plan was to go as pirates. That had been the plan. It had been a good plan.
Nothing had been said about sexy pirate. Nothing. The costume was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It all started at the top with a large black feathered hat with a bright red plume of feathers gracing the side. Hermione had the hat perched on her head sideways with her long brown hair flowing out from underneath it, down her neck and onto her beautiful bare shoulders.
Bare shoulders. Harry stopped there for a moment. It was so unusual for his wife to show so much skin, and he knew he’d have to enjoy it while it lasted. The costume consisted of a tight corset made of red leather with black accents and stitching which was fastened around her torso and only covered the lower half of her medium sized breasts, just barely enough to conserve her modesty. The tightness of the corset acted to push her tits up so much that they looked much bigger than they actually were. The corset also allowed for her shoulders and arms to be completely free. Harry had to force himself to continue past the vast expanse of skin that Hermione was showing off in order to see what the rest of the costume had in store for him.
The red corset flowed into an attached frilly skirt that just barely covered Hermione’s bits. It was so short Harry could see the garter belt that she was wearing, which was also bright red like the rest of the costume. At her hip, Hermione wore a short sword attached to a minuscule belt that cupped her waist between the small skirt and the bottom of the corset.
Harry could admit that his favorite part was her legs. Her legs were encased in shiny leather boots that went from the floor all the way up above her knees. Sharp brass buckles held the boots in place in several places. The boots were high heeled and sexy as fuck. He just knew that he was going to be having fun with those later on. Just a few inches of creamy thigh were visible above the boots, which just made the entire ensemble more enticing.
Harry kept on staring until his smirking wife came up to him and pushed his mouth closed with a dainty carefully painted finger. “So, Mr. Potter, I take it you like my costume?” Hermione asked huskily.
Harry nodded dumbly.
Hermione’s smirk grew, then she said, “Now, put it back in your pants. We’re going to be late.”
Harry groaned. He just knew that this party was going to be complete torture for him. He also knew that his minx of a wife would enjoy every single minute of it.
After the war, many surprising things happened. Ron and Hermione had decided that they weren’t going to work as a couple, which had allowed Harry to come forward with his own feelings for his female best friend. Ron had gotten together with Pansy Parkinson of all people. And Draco Malfoy had, most surprising of all, become one of the trio’s closest friends. The ferret (a term Harry still used in private and probably always would) had turned to the light in their sixth year and had proven himself during the battles that closed out the war.
Draco had also been invaluable as Harry had come to terms with being the Lord of three Ancient and Noble Houses, something he hadn’t had a clue about until after Voldemort had been defeated and he’d been confronted by the Goblins about his titles. Draco had tutored him for almost a year and during that time the two men had gotten closer and had become friends.
That all led up to Harry and Hermione’s attendance at the annual Malfoy Halloween Party. Harry was still unused to celebrating the holiday, but he knew that his parents wouldn’t want him to wallow in his grief for the rest of his life.
After they apparated outside of Malfoy Manor, they made their way through the wards and up to the front door. Harry noticed several lit carved pumpkins gracing the pathway up the door. He nudged Hermione and whispered in her ear, “Do you think Draco carved those pumpkins by hand?”
Hermione giggled. “Unlikely. Way too dirty a job. He probably hired someone to do it for him.”
They were still laughing when the door opened and Draco greeted them. “I’ll have you know that Astoria and I did in fact carve the pumpkins ourselves,” he said with a scowl.
Harry and Hermione shared a look then burst out laughing again.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Draco grumbled. Then he looked Hermione up and down and whistled. “Damn, Granger, you look hot!”
Hermione smirked, “You know, Malfoy, Harry and I have been married for over a year. It’s Potter now.”
“And I’ll thank you to stop looking at my wife like she’s a piece of meat, Malfoy,” Harry said with a growl.
“Oh, Potter, you’re so easy,” Draco said with a grin. “Besides, Granger doesn’t care, do you Granger?”
Hermione shook her head and said, “You know, Draco, I’ve always thought you were smart. But you can’t seem to get my name right. Besides, I think Astoria would have a problem with the way you’re drooling.”
“You’ll always be Granger to me,” he said with a shrug, ignoring her quip about his wife. “Now, why don’t you two come in. Everyone else is already here.”
Draco led them through the entrance way and down a side hall where they could hear many voices talking over muggle dance music. Harry shared a look with Hermione and he could see that she was equally surprised to hear muggle music being played in Malfoy Manor.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Malfoy said, catching their surprise. “When Astoria and I planned the party we decided to go all muggle, which is why we said Muggle costumes.”
“Astoria has been really good for you, Draco,” Hermione said. “I don’t even think if you’d married a muggleborn you’d have taken to the Muggle world this well.”
“With the amount of business the Greengrass family does in the Muggle world, she’s been able to teach me a lot. Mother likes the wine and Father has discovered Muggle comic books of all things.”
“Lucius is reading comic books,” Harry asked, shocked. After the war, the adult Malfoys had been able to avoid conviction mostly due to Harry’s testimony about Narcissa’s actions in the Forbidden Forrest and their own son’s actions on the side of the Light. They were forced to pay a major fine and Lucius had been forced to abdicated the Malfoy title to his son.
“Yeah. I thought it was funny too,” Draco said with a grin as he stopped in front of a set of large double doors. “He likes Batman.”
Harry looked at Hermione who was shaking her head in disbelief. So much had changed since the end of the war, but this seemed to be beyond anything either of them could have imagined.
“Now. The two of you enjoy yourselves. I’ve got to go mingle.” With that Malfoy pushed through the doors and reentered the party looking around for his wife.
Hermione looked at Harry and asked, “Any idea what he was supposed to be?”
“Yeah,” Harry said with a laugh, “I’m pretty sure he was trying to go for the look of a…what do you call it…oh, a biker thug. You know those big guys with muscles and leather jackets that only cover part of their chests?”
“Oh, right. Now I see it. He didn’t really get close, did he?”
“Well, no. But to be fair, he doesn’t really have the bulk for it,” Harry said with a grin. He took her arm once more and said, “Shall we, my Pirate Queen?”
Hermione smiled and stepped closer to her husband, “Of course, Captain Harry. Of course.”
Harry groaned. She was so going to pay for that when they got home. He just knew that she was going to be teasing him the entire night.
As they walked through the doors and into the Party, Harry missed the smug look on his wife’s face. If he’d seen it, he would have known just how much trouble he was in.
Harry sighed as his wife pressed up against him as they danced. “Hermione, if…”
“If what, Harry? Are you…maybe…having some issues?” Hermione asked in a husky voice.
Harry just groaned then pressed himself closer to her, grinding his hips against her stomach. All that resulted in was a small giggle escaping his wife’s mouth, which just made him scowl more. She was enjoying this way too much. The view down the front of her outfit was driving him to distraction – did he mention the bare shoulders? – and every time he twirled her around just to get himself some relief, he couldn’t help but stare at her legs which were put on grand display by the boots he was sure should be outlawed for safety reasons.
If she wasn’t careful, he was going to drag her to a secluded place in Malfoy Manor and take her right against the wall. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought that that was exactly what Hermione was going for.
After two hours of mingling, dancing and drinking, Harry had had enough. His wife had been teasing him with small touches every other minute and when she wasn’t touching him, she was posing provocatively and walking around in those sinfully high heels that made her entire figure stand out spectacularly. Every inch of her was enhanced by the costume she had chosen and he was seriously reconsidering his choice of trousers – they were just way too tight for this situation, causing him to constantly have to readjust his bits so that he wasn’t putting on a show for the entire gathering.
He was done with her teasing. After a hasty excuse to the people they were talking to (Harry wouldn’t have been able to identify them even if they’d been someone he’d known), he grabbed his wife’s hand and all but dragged her out of the ballroom where the party was being held.
“Harry! Where are you taking me!” Hermione asked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” Harry answered darkly. Harry led her by the hand down a dark hallway and into the Malfoy family library. Luckily no one was around. Harry pulled Hermione inside, then shut the doors and performed a locking and silencing charm which should prevent them from being disturbed. Once he’d done that he twirled his wife around and backed her up against the door. Before she could protest he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her fiercely. Hermione was shocked for a moment before she kissed him back just as passionately.
When he pulled back, Harry glared at his wife. “You’ve been teasing me for hours now, you witch!”
Hermione smirked. “And what are you going to do about it, my Captain?”
Harry growled and claimed her mouth once more, allowing his hands to skim down her sides and up underneath her the small skirt. He almost smirked himself when he felt Hermione moan against his mouth. He pulled back a bit and trailed his mouth down the side of her jaw and down her neck, making sure that he paid plenty of attention to that one spot on her neck that he just knew drove her crazy.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this here?”
Harry drew back and narrowed his eyes at his wife. “And why not?”
“What if we get caught? You weren’t exactly stealthy dragging me out of the party like a caveman.”
“The risk is part of the fun,” Harry answered with a smirk. He then leaned in and pressed his mouth against her neck again before saying in a breathy voice, “Isn’t that what you told me when you seduced me last month at the National Portrait Gallery and we ended up doing it in the bathroom?”
“Well, yeah, but no one knew us there,” Hermione said, breathing hard. Her reluctance was crumbling, as Harry knew it would. His wife was a kinky little witch and she loved to put herself in new situations. He loved her more than life itself, so he accommodated her whenever possible. Not that he didn’t find such kinky situations just as pleasurable as her of course.
Harry decided to move in for the kill, so he took his hand – which was under her skirt – and moved it up her torso finally grasping one of her firm breasts in his hand. Hermione moaned and grabbed the back of Harry’s head and crashed their lips together once more. Harry smiled against her mouth then pulled his hand away from her breast. Hermione whimpered at the lost of contact, but didn’t have to wait long before Harry lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Those heels he had been admiring all evening were know poking him in his arse, but he didn’t care one bit.
It wasn’t long before Harry’s trousers and pants were around his ankles and her skirt had been hiked up allowing Harry access to her most private place. He groaned when he realized that she’d went without knickers, her bare pussy was hot and wet against his hand as he drew his fingers through her folds. He pulled away from her neck again and looked her in the eye.
“You little witch, you planned this whole thing, didn’t you?”
“Get inside me, Potter!” Hermione said forcefully. Harry just shook his head at the smirk on her face. Her resistance earlier had all been for show. He smacked her ass as well as he could in punishment before he lined his erection up and slammed into her soaking entrance. The two lovers both groaned as his hips slammed into her over and over again.
“Harry!” Hermione moaned before biting into Harry’s shoulder to keep herself from screaming out her orgasm. Harry gritted his teeth as he felt her tighten around him, but he didn’t slow down. He kept pounding away in search of his own release, knowing that Hermione was likely to come once more before they were done. He groaned again when he felt her bite into his shoulder harder, knowing that she likely was drawing blood.
Harry could feel that he was so close and he wanted Hermione to come with him, so while he kissed her, he reached between them and tweaked her clit in just the way that he knew she liked. He was rewarded with a grunt as she bit down on his shoulder again and toppled over the edge. Harry buried his face into his wife’s neck to muffle his cry of pleasure when he joined her three thrusts later.
The lovers stayed in that position for several moments, with Hermione’s legs still wrapped tightly around Harry’s waist.
Harry pulled back a bit, but didn’t set her down, “Wow,” he said, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
“So,” Hermione said, her voice still weak from the pleasure she’d experienced, “I take it you liked the costume?”
Harry just laughed weakly and helped her back onto her feet which he could tell were still quite weak as she continued to lean on him.
“You are keeping those boots,” he said as he slowly bent down and pulled his pants and trousers up his legs.
Hermione laughed. “You like them, huh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Harry said, leaning in to kiss her again. “You know, Malfoy probably would have a fit if he knew we’d just fucked in his library.”
“Eh, his whole family owes you, I’m sure he’ll over look it.”
The couple quickly readjusted themselves and used cleaning charms to make sure they didn’t smell like sex, then made their way back to the party which was still going strong. Hermione looked at her husband and asked, “So, is this a good Halloween?”
Harry grinned and pulled her close. “The best,” he replied before kissing her deeply. “The absolute best. I love you, Lady Potter.”
“And I you, my Captain.”