Deck The Halls With Kisses. (Patreon)

Content Warnings: First Times, Dirty Talk, Cum Play, Teasing, Size Difference, Aftercare.

Harry's frown turned into a smile when he walked into Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The stress and worries of the day melted away as he looked around the transformed house. The usually dark and gloomy hallway had been decked with tinsel and mistletoe. Fairy lights ran along the ceiling and the walls, completely transforming the corridor and giving it a festive look Harry didn’t even think was possible. Even Walburga Black’s portrait was miraculously quiet.

He walked deeper into the house, his smile growing at the sight of Hermione standing on a stool and hanging the decorations Kreacher was giving her.

“Busy day? It’s criminal that they’re making you work on Christmas Eve,” Hermione said without bothering to look away from the stars she was hanging from the ceiling. With Teddy at his grandmother’s for Christmas and everyone else busy with their respective families, there was only one person who could have come home this late.

“Well, when giants get drunk someone has to clean up the mess,” Harry replied with a sigh. He gratefully exchanged his briefcase with the decorations in Kreacher’s hands and watched the old elf hobble away with his briefcase. “I thought we were having a low-key Christmas this year.”

“We are. I just wanted to do something to thank you for letting me stay here,” Hermione said with a smile. She blew a stray strand of hair that had slipped out of her ponytail away from her eyes before gesturing to Harry for the decorations in his hand.

“You don’t have to thank me, Mione. This is your house. I love having you here. So does Teddy. But I’m glad you did,” Harry murmured.

Hermione Granger was a tiny adorable bundle of joy who had always brought happiness to his life but he had never quite been able to find the right words to express his feelings to her. So he settled for the next best thing, which was to be there for her while she healed from the mental and physical scars of the war.

“Why didn’t you give that bag to Kreacher?” Hermione asked, looking down at the shopping bag he held in his left hand.

“Oh, I don’t want this in my study. It’s my Santa costume. I plan to change into it before I go around to meet the kids in Mungo’s.”

“I bet Daphne is stoked. That girl loves the children under her care.”

“Very much. She has a girl who’s refused to sleep for the past two days because she doesn’t want to risk missing Santa.”

“You’re a good man, Harry Potter,” Hermione whispered. Her warm brown eyes softened as she looked down at her best friend, an inscrutable expression on her face.

“Just trying to do some good.” Harry cleared his throat. “You haven’t written to Santa yet, Miss Granger,” he continued with a smile, deciding to change the topic. Praise still made him feel weird, especially when it came from the person whose opinion mattered the most. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“I just want someone to kiss me like they love me. I want someone to hold me through the night and save me from the nightmares,” Hermione whispered in a voice so soft that it was barely audible.

Harry shifted uncomfortably.

“Ron will come around, Mione. I know he turned down my invitation to live here and moved back to the Burrow but that’s just because-”

“He wants his mother to do everything and if he lives here he’ll have to help raise Teddy and actually behave like an adult. You know what he did the last time we put that responsibility on him,” Hermione said with a hint of anger in her voice. She might have forgiven Ron but she definitely hadn’t forgotten.

Harry sighed.

“He left but he came back too. One day you’ll forgive him because that’s what love is, right? You’re always there for the one you love.”

“I don’t love him, Harry.”

“W-what? No, that’s not-”

“I don’t. I thought I loved him. I pushed myself to try to love him because that’s what everyone expected. Everyone thought we belonged together and I convinced myself that’s the only future I can have. But I don’t love him. I don’t think I ever did. He tried to kiss me in the Chamber and I pushed him away because I always wanted my first kiss to be from someone I loved and I realized that I. Don’t. Love. Ron.”

She took a deep breath and grabbed the last wreath of mistletoe from his hands, hanging on the hook between them.

“You’re just angry-”

“I’m not. I’m not angry. I don’t hate him. He’s still my friend. I just don’t love him. He doesn’t love me either.”

“What? No, he does! He loves-”

“You just told me that the person who loves you is always there for you. Ron values his mother’s cooking over me. He’s not here. Do you know who is? You know who brushes my hair, reads to me every night, and drapes a blanket over me when I fall asleep on his couch? You are. So, tell me, Harry Potter. Who loves me?”

“Your feelings-”

“A girl doesn’t raise a child with a man she doesn’t love, Harry,” Hermione muttered with a fond roll of her eyes. God, why was he so dense? Maybe she should have taken Fleur’s advice and just crawled into his bed butt-naked.

“I thought you loved Teddy…”

“I do. But he’s not the only man in this house deserving of my love. It’s okay. I’ll get onto Santa’s nice list next year and he’ll get me what I want,” Hermione said with a happy smile. She adjusted a couple of crooked stars before hopping off the stool.

She was a tiny thing, a full head shorter than him. Her petite frame hadn’t recovered from the hardships they had suffered in the tent. She had always been slender but she was a wisp now, an adorable, extremely intelligent fairy who spent her days livening up his house. A house that was a home only because she was in it.

Harry dropped the bag in his hand. He cupped her cheeks and before she could react, tilted her face up and pressed his lips against hers. His hand shifted and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and making her stand on his feet. Hermione moaned softly and he took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue into her mouth, coaxing her into a playful duel.

Harry’s hands shifted to her thighs and he picked her up with ease, making her wrap her legs around his waist. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. He made sure she was secure before climbing up the stairs and carrying her to his bedroom on the first floor.

Hermione moaned into his mouth when the rapidly growing tent in his pants pushed against her leg.

“Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Hermione asked with a giggle as she pulled away for air.

“Seriously?” Harry shot her a crooked grin that caused her heart to skip a beat.

He pushed open the door to the bedroom with his shoulder and carried her inside, dumping her on the large bed. She bounced on the soft mattress, wisps of her curly brown hair slipping free of her ponytail and framing her angelic face.

“Must be your wand. I don’t think they make cocks that big Mister Potter,” Hermione teased after pretending to think for a minute.

Harry had taken off his coat and was struggling to pull his shirt over his head, not having the patience to unbutton it fully. She thought about helping him but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Her eyes, it seemed, wanted to feast on the firm muscles of his abdomen. Her gaze followed the trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants and a strange heat pooled in her belly when her eyes settled on the bulge in his pants.

“Oh, you’re an expert in them, are you?”

“I’ll have you know I’ve read three full books on them.”

“And how many have you seen in real life?”

“None,” Hermione replied with a giggle. “But I plan to see one in my lifetime.”

“Just the one?”

“When you find perfection you don’t go looking for alternatives,” Hermione answered, playfully adopting the same tone she had used while teaching him something so many times in the past.

“And how do you know it’s perfect?” Harry asked, pouncing on her once he had undressed. He pinned her between his body and the mattress. A fringe of his messy black hair tickled her cheek as he leaned in to pepper kisses along her jawline.

“Because it belongs to you,” Hermione whispered, her throat dry. She stared at him with big innocent eyes and warm, pink cheeks, knowing that if she looked down she’d spontaneously combust. A startled gasp escaped her lips when his cock twitched and brushed against her bare leg.

“Do you want to stop? I’m sorry I-”

“Absolutely not,” she whispered and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands shifted to the collar of her blouse as their tongues dueled. He ripped the shirt apart, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“No bra?” Harry asked when he pulled away. He stared at her bare chest, his green eyes darkened with lust. Each creamy mound was topped by a cute pink areola the size of a sickle. They in turn were crowned by stiff rosy peaks. He reached out and gently pinched one, twisting it gently.

“I… oh, Merlin!” Hermione groaned. Her mind went blank at the dull ache in her chest and she arched her back to make it easier for him to play with her pert breasts. “Don’t really need one… too small,” she said, shyly gesturing at her breasts.

Harry cupped one with his hands, the creamy mound fitting into his palm perfectly. His fingers dug into the soft flesh as he began to massage it, eliciting a needy groan from Hermione.

“Pretty sure they’re perfectly sized, Miss Granger,” he teased with a wink. His free hand shifted to her legs and pushed her skirt up to her waist. “You can stop me at any moment,” he said as his fingers dug into the waistband of her panties.

Harry pulled the simple white knickers down to her ankles and she kicked them away without hesitation. He reached out and grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed and lacing their fingers together.

“I love you,” Harry whispered, carefully guiding his tip to her wet folds.

“Harry, stop!”

Harry rebelled against every instinct in his body and forced himself to pause mid-thrust.

“Shit, sorry. I know it’s too soon-”

“What? No, I love you too! God, I love you so much,” Hermione gasped. She spread her legs and guided his manhood deeper, her body acting on pure instinct. “I… I’m not on the potion.”

Harry groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He peppered her pale skin with kisses, sucking a massive hickey right over her pulse point.

“I… fuck… never needed it…” Hermione gasped. She bucked her hips, drawing his tip perilously close to the slick lips that guarded her core.

“I guess we should stop,” Harry murmured reluctantly but did not pull away.

“Mhm. Unless you want the risk of Teddy getting an unexpected baby brother.”

“What if I want him to have a baby sister?”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to get him both,” Hermione whispered. She locked her legs around his waist and pushed on his hips, eliminating the remaining distance between his cock and her virgin pussy.

“Oh!” Hermione moaned as his tip split her lips and pushed into her tight core. Her walls burned and ached as they were stretched to their limits.

Harry kept a steady pace and slowly pushed inside her, giving her time to get used to his girth.

“F-fuck, Harry! You feel so good!”

The unexpected dirty talk from his innocent best friend flipped a switch in Harry’s brain. He pulled away for a second and buried his face in her chest, kissing and nipping along the rim of her areola. He paused when his tip pushed against her intact hymen but she gently pushed on his waist with her legs, encouraging him to end their dance and finally claim her.

He did so with one firm thrust, plunging deep into her tight pussy.

“Harry!” Hermione screamed, her mind consumed by a searing flash of pain. But the stinging faded away within a few seconds, replaced by a pleasant dull ache as Harry pushed deeper inside her. By the time he was fully sheathed in her pussy the ache had transformed into pure, addictive pleasure and the coil in her belly throbbed, ready to explode. She pushed against the hands pinning her to the bed, struggling playfully.

“Do you need me to stop?!”

“I…. I… I need you to go faster,” Hermione gasped. She weakly rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, urging him to give her the hard, raw fucking she craved. “Is this how you’re going to put a baby in me?” she teased breathlessly.

Harry pulled out of her, only to thrust deep inside her with a roar. A shrill shriek escaped her lips as his tip brushed against her G-spot and she arched her back, trying to guide his lips to her aching nipple. He paused for a second to adjust himself before he began to thrust as hard and fast as he could, his thick cock easily overcoming the feeble resistance offered by her walls.

“Yhour’re so bheautiful,” Harry moaned. He wrapped his lips around the stiff, flushed peak and gently clamped down on it with his teeth.

“Oh god, oh god, oh… HARRY!” Hermione moaned. Her mind went blank when he tugged on her nipple. He began to lazily suck on the stinging nub and Hermione was certain she was in heaven. She was trembling and so, so close to the edge that she could feel the tightness in her core and chest, just waiting to explode.

Harry lazily massaged her flushed nipple with his tongue, concentrating on sucking on the nub and using it to center his breathing. It was a losing battle and he was rapidly losing control, but he was determined to keep going as long as possible. His balls tightened and he groaned into her creamy skin.

“H-Harry… you feel so good. Please don’t stop. Please… please!” Hermione begged. “I’m so close.”

Harry pulled away from her chest and locked eyes with her, emerald peering into chocolate brown.

“You’re mine, my love,” he whispered, holding her gaze as he thrust into her.

“I’m… I’m yours…”

They tumbled over the edge together, his roar intermingling with her moan. Harry collapsed on top of her as her walls clamped down on his shaft, trapping it in place and milking it for his seed.

“I have a new favorite activity,” Hermione whispered breathlessly, her voice hoarse. She giggled and squirmed, trying to get away from his tired kisses.

“Fucking?” Harry asked with a laugh. He stayed sheathed inside her, sighing as the pressure in his balls slowly disappeared.

“Feeling you inside me.” Hermione moaned softly as she felt another rope of his cum shoot deep inside her. “Having your seed in me.”

“Seed?”

Hermione blushed. “Bad word?”

“I’ve always called it cum but I like it. You sure you don’t want me to pull out?”

Hermione shook her head shyly.

Harry grinned and rocked his hips, sheathing the last couple of inches of his cock inside her. “Have some more, then,” he whispered against her lips. His cock twitched, filling her up with the last of his load.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing and cuddling, neither willing to pull away.

Hermione pouted when Harry finally rolled off her but she wasn’t deprived of his touch for too long. He grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of him. Within seconds their bodies were covered with a blanket and Hermione curled up against him, sighing happily. She pressed her legs together, not willing to let a single drop of his seed leak out of her aching pussy.

“Guess I did end up on Santa’s nice list after all,” Hermione giggled. She shifted her head slightly, resting it right over his heartbeat. She closed her eyes and let the steady thumping help her down from her high.

“Guess you did.” Harry shivered at the gentle patterns she was tracing on his skin with her finger. How could something so simple feel so good? He sighed and wrapped his arms around her petite frame. “Just between you and me, the nice list is overrated. The people in the naughty one have so much more fun.”

Harry closed his eyes, following the patterns she was tracing on his chest in his mind.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked after a minute of comfortable silence.

Hermione pulled away and looked up at him with a playful smile. “Just making a list of the things I need to do to make sure I end up on Santa's naughty list next year.”

Notes:

I loved writing this drabble and if I'm being honest, I needed it. Cute and adorable Harmony is the best kind of Harmony. In my head this is what happened after the war, am I wrong? Sorry for the delay, I had scheduled this chapter to go up a few hours ago but only just noticed it didn't so I reuploaded it! As with all new updates you can get the PDF for this story from the Drive, the link to access that is in my Pinned Post. Like these drabbles? If you're in the $5+ tier and have your own idea, feel free to suggest it and I will add it to the poll I'll be running tomorrow!