Seven Years Later
Hermione smiled to herself as she looked at the Newspaper in front of her.Front page headline and story; this was all the coverage she needed to make sure it all took off witha bang.
HERMIONE GRANGER'S NEW BOOK CATCHES FIRE!
Hermione Granger, famous adult fiction writer and author of the sexy adult series 'Write for me',for Wizards and Muggles -like has new and final book of the series out today! For full interviewand spoilers of the delights in store, turn to page 4!
"Anything interesting there, Granger?" His hand clasped her shoulder and his lips and nose nuzzledinto her neck. She sighed and tilted her head back into him. She loved the way his stubble tickledher neck .. she'd always loved that. She'd loved many things about him over the seven years thatthey had been together, but it was the little things that she loved the most.
"No, not really ... just a little book launch, that's all..." she felt him leave her and pluck the paperfrom her fingers. He sauntered over to the kitchen work top and she heard him pouring tea into acup for himself as he poured through the pages.
"I'm intrigued... wonder what this one is about, then?" he asked in false curiosity as she turned toface him, that devilish smirk present on his lips. That smirk... it had always affected her, even inschool. Always had, always will. He looked so handsome of a morning, with his blonde hairmussed and looking thoroughly fucked from their previous night's escapades.
"Oh, the usual, you know ..." she sighed sarcastically, smiling. "Boy is mean to girl, girl hates boy.Boy reads dirty stories that girl has written and then falls hopelessly into lust with her..." she got upfrom the table and walked towards him, plucking the paper back out from his hands and nuzzlinginto his neck as her arms went around him.
God ... his smell ... she would never get over his smell. It was incredible. She hoped that on theirwedding day, he still smelled the exact same way ... if he did, she'd want him all the more that day.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Never heard that one before." He told her casually, a wicked glint inhis eyes as he put his arms around her waist. "But as long as the boy is blonde, devilishlyhandsome and you tell the reader how good he fucked her ... then I'm sure I'll be more than happyto read it, too."
Hermione smiled to herself.
He was right, of course.
He was blonde.
Her muse had always been blonde.
FIN
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