Title: Visiting
Hours
Author: Inell
Disclaimer: Rowling owns them all
Rating:
PG13
Pairing: Adrian/Hermione
Summary: Hermione has a
visitor
For Jaxindi who requested Adrian/Hermione, invisibility
cloak. I shall write you something smuttier with this pairing soon,
darling. I just have such a crush on this pair! I love them, yes I
do! grin
VISITING HOURS
(1/1)Hermione woke
instantly when she heard the door open and close. She had been unable
to sleep for the last two days, barely drifting off for an hour here
and there, and couldn't wait until she was back in her own bed so
she could get some much needed rest. As it was, she was surprisingly
relaxed considering her recent lack of sleep, but she was becoming a
bit cranky and knew several people that would probably have a small
party when she was finally released.Sitting up in the
bed, she looked at the door, a frown crossing her full lips when she
saw that the room was empty. She knew she was not so tired she was
imagining things, having lasted on far less sleep during her seventh
year at Hogwarts, what with her Head Girl duties, studying for NEWTS
and helping Harry and the Order taking up more hours than were in the
day. To be honest, she had rarely slept soundly during her years at
Hogwarts, the year following graduation that had been spent embroiled
in the War, or the two years following Voldemort's defeat that she
had spent at University doubling up her classes to graduate early. In
fact, it wasn't until a year after graduation from University that
she had slept a full eight hours, restful sleep becoming routine in
the five years since that first night. Until the last few days.Glowering, she
pushed her curly hair from her face as she reached for her wand,
waving it and casting the room in a faint glow. Before she had a
chance to get up and see if someone might possibly be hiding in her
bathroom, even as the thought again had her worried about her mental
state at the moment, there was a shimmering from the foot of the bed.
She watched as a very familiar handsome face smiled sheepishly at her
as he removed the invisibility cloak. Her eyes lit with happiness as
she looked at him. "Adrian! What are you doing here?""I missed
you," he informed her smugly as he tossed the cloak onto a
nearby chair before moving to her side. He sat on the edge of the
bed, his lips curving into a tender smile as he looked into her amber
eyes, confessing softly, "I couldn't sleep and just had to see
you.""You're not
supposed to be here. Visiting hours were over ages ago," she
reminded him as her lips curved into a loving smile. She scooted over
in the bed, making room for him to lay beside her, watching him
carefully move to lay beside her, eyes moving over his lean body and
noticing the way his shirt and trousers caress the contours of his
mucles."I do love
breaking the rules, Kitten," he grinned as he crawled into bed
with her, careful not to bump her for fear of hurting her. His arm
carefully went around her waist, below her full breasts, his lips
brushing against hers gently before he rested his head on the pillow
beside her. He moved the sheet over her, making sure she was tucked
in, a teasing smile on his face as he allowed himself a bit of a
grope, careful not to squeeze her tender breasts but watching with
satisfaction as her eyes flashed with awareness and arousal. Merlin,
he wasn't sure he could wait another six weeks before being buried
inside her again, the last month testing what little patience he had
in the first place. Luckily, there were many ways he could love and
pleasure her in the time it would take her body to recuperate."If those rude
Mediwitches find you in here, they're going to hex you silly,"
Hermione warned him breathlessly, her eyes narrowing as he gave her
an anything but innocent smile as his large hand 'happened' to
caress her breast. She was even more sensitive than normal in that
area right now, moaning softly when he briefly touched her breasts
before his hand moved to lightly trace the lines of her face. She
caught his mischievous gaze when she mentioned the Mediwitches, a
smile crossing her lips at the playful gleam in his eyes when she
mentioned him breaking the rules, visiting hours over long ago. She
had to admit, she found him even more sexy when he was charming those
old hags who refused to let her get out of bed or hold her babies for
too long.She knew the birth
hadn't gone smoothly, knew that there had been a moment of alarm
between her daughter's arrival and her son's, but she was fine
now and the babies were healthy. However, they had kept her in the
hospital for observation and she was still somewhat sore so they only
let her hold her babies for short periods of time so she didn't get
too tired. Adrian had hardly left the hospital, her husband worried
about her at first and then just incredibly happy about the birth of
the twins and the fact that they were all okay. She brushed a lock of
brown hair away from his forehead, his green eyes catching hers as he
brushed a kiss against her shoulder.Since she had first
met Adrian Pucey nearly six years ago, he had this uncanny way of
making her feel adored, cherished, and loved, even before she had
noticed him as anything other than the handsome office flirt. They
had attended Hogwarts together, but he'd been in Slytherin and a
year ahead of her so they'd never crossed paths or, if they had,
she had never paid any attention nor he to her. She had met him her
first day at the Ministry where they both worked for the Department
of Mysteries. He'd instantly begun flirting, something she had
learned quickly was second nature to the handsome Slytherin, and it
had flustered her because she was not at all accustomed to such
attention, especially from such an attractive and confident man.When she had
learned over lunch that he tended to flirt with everyone, she'd
been both disappointed and relieved. She'd regained control of the
silly girly feelings he had caused and treated him in much the same
way she treated Harry or Ron. Needless to say, he'd not been at all
pleased at being dismissed so easily and had considered it a
challenge. For six months, he had relentlessly pursued her. Asking
her to lunch, working with her on any project he could manage to get
himself appointed to assisting her with by charming their boss,
flirting constantly, conversing whenever there was a spare moment,
trying his best to seduce her mind as well as her body, which she
couldn't ignore all ready found him quite pleasing.She had tried to
resist, knowing too well that it was just a game to him. From the
rumors she heard, he had shagged his way through more people than she
even knew, though he had only ever been serious about best friend,
Terry. Yes, she knew that he enjoyed the company of wizards as well
as witches, and she didn't find that shocking at all. After all,
Ron and Harry had been involved since their seventh year so she had
no prejudices against such things.However, she had no
intention of simply being one of many. He might have been bloody
gorgeous with his soft hair in that beautiful golden brown, his eyes
the color of emeralds, and his body that was tall and slender and
muscular with one of the best arses she'd ever seen. And need she
mention that sexy smirk that always seemed to be on his full lips
proclaiming to the world that he knew he was attractive and people
lusted after him? But she resisted temptation because she didn't
want to be hurt, having a feeling that Adrian Pucey could be very
dangerous to her heart.He had stubbornly
refused to accept defeat. All of his concentration had been focused
on seducing her, ignoring the witches and wizards that welcomed his
advances and halting his serious flirting with any but her and
constantly touching her whenever possible or whispering seductive
words in her ears or simply smiling at her with this slight quirking
of lips that seemed to confirm that he was as surprised by his
actions as she. She heard the whispers around work, the fact that
he'd not dated anyone since she had turned him down for a date that
first day of work. Listening to envious witches talk about his
apparent infatuation with her, none of them understanding why someone
as attractive as Adrian would ever want Hermione Granger, of all
people.Her insecurities
about her looks had been foremost in her thoughts during those
overheard conversations. She wondered about it, too. She knew she was
passably pretty, but she wasn't gorgeous by any means. Her hair was
still uncontrollable, though not as bushy as it had once been,
falling down her back in chestnut curls. Her body was curvaceous with
full breasts and a tummy that wasn't completely flat. She was a bit
taller than most her female friends, not the petite, slim witch that
most men always seemed to find so appealing. Not to mention the fact
that she was more comfortable reading a book than going to a party,
was still called bossy and intellectually superior by even her best
friends, and had no idea how to flirt or simper or play those sort of
girly games. She had never been called beautiful or sexy, never been
pursued by an attractive man, never had said attractive man flirt
with her or look at her as if she was loveliest thing in the world,
and she had definitely never had to deal with her desire and very
naughty thoughts about said handsome brunet.Finally, after six
months of ignoring the desire that consumed her every time he touched
her even casually, the way her heart tended to beat a bit faster
whenever she saw him, the way he had taken over her fantasies, or the
knowledge that she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything,
she had acknowledged privately that she couldn't fight her
attraction any longer. She had never given much thought to boys, too
busy at school for such things and then focused on the War and
University to explore her sexuality, and Adrian Pucey had managed to
waken her latent feminine desires with just a touch of a hand and
that sexy smile when they'd first met.She'd accepted
his invitation to dinner six and a half months after they met. He'd
been shocked when she had said yes, looking very adorable when he'd
stammered a bit, fully prepared to continue flirting after her
routine rejection, something he had grown accustomed to since they'd
met. After a moment of surprise, he'd smiled and made arrangements
to pick her up that evening, suggesting they leave directly from work
for fear she might change her mind. After that first date, he'd
taken her to her flat and kissed her, a kiss that was intense and
passionate and had her knickers wet instantly. He'd smiled when
he'd released her lips, his hand caressing her face as he'd
informed her bluntly that he wanted nothing more than to take her to
bed for a few days until they were too exhausted to move but that he
had realized something very startling during dinner and he only
thought it fair to be honest with her.Hermione had, of
course, assumed he had realized that the chase was far greater than
actually dating her and that he must have realized he didn't want
her after all. To say she was surprised when he had smiled smugly and
told her that he had no intentions of letting her go now that he had
her, well, that was a vast understatement. He'd kissed her again,
his hands moving over her curves as he'd pressed the evidence of
his desire against her, giving her plenty of time to consider his
promise, for that was what it had been, that he wasn't going to let
her go. She had returned his kiss, her hands moving over his back and
arse, letting him know that she had no intention of letting him go,
either.That night, she had
given him her virginity and he'd shown her more pleasure than she'd
ever imagined possible. It was also the first night she had ever
slept soundly, his arms around her as she snuggled against his body.
After spending the night making love, she'd woken to find him
watching her sleep with a smile on his lips. It was then that they
finally had a long talk. He had confessed that, somewhere during the
chase, he had fallen in love with her, something that had surprised
him and left him a bit uncertain since he'd only ever truly loved
Terry. They'd spent the day in bed, talking and loving, exploring
one another. They were married three months later.And now he was
sneaking into her hospital room as their newborn twins lay sleeping
down the hall because he couldn't sleep without her. Hermione felt
tears in her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair, wondering
what she had done to deserve such a wonderful life. True, Adrian was
still an incorrigible flirt, able to charm the knickers off any witch
or wizard should he choose, but she knew he loved her and would never
stray. His love gave her a confidence she had never had before,
allowing her to be amused by his flirting ways instead of feeling
insecure. In fact, Terry had become one of her best friends, truly
pleased that his former lover had found someone to love, telling her
often how good she was for Adrian."Why tears,
Kitten?" he asked curiously, still no closer to understanding
women even after his five year marriage to Hermione. It was one
puzzle that he would never be able to solve, not that he minded at
all. He loved constantly being surprised by his gorgeous wife as well
as surprising her, the two of them learning about marriage together.
They made mistakes, they fought over silly things, they loved and
they lived and they made each other extremely happy. And now she had
given him two beautiful children, the greatest gift in the world he
had received save for her own heart."I love you,"
she smiled as she snuggled closer to him, feeling his warm breath on
her neck and the steady thumping of his heart against her arm,
feeling her eyes starting to drift shut for the first time in two
days."I love you,
too," he whispered as he tenderly pulled her against him, not
caring at all if anyone caught him in bed with his wife. He hadn't
been able to sleep without her, finding himself restless at the flat
without her around, finally just grabbing the invisibility cloak he'd
not used since his last year at Hogwarts and heading towards the
hospital to see her. He held her in his arms as she drifted off to
sleep, a smile crossing his full lips as he simply watched her
sleeping. He loved making love to her, loved it when she was feeling
a bit rough and just wanted a quick fuck, loved it when she wanted to
spend hours teasing and tasting, but there was something so special
about simply holding her as she slept.She was so
beautiful. Even with the pale pallor of her skin and the circles
beneath her eyes indicating the stress and pain of the last few days,
he couldn't remember seeing anything so lovely. And, yes, Terry and
Marcus were completely right in the truth they loved to use to tease
and taunt him whenever they got together. He was utterly, hopelessly,
wonderfully whipped, truly more besotted with his wife now than he
had been during their first date. Adrian rested his head on the
pillow beside her, his eyes slowly closing as he followed her into a
peaceful sleep, a smile on his lips as he thanked God for the woman
in his arms.The End.