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Today found Harry and Hermione out with their friends for their usual monthly get together. They were at the Leaky Cauldron celebrating their their friends Ara and Theo's engagement party.
In the corner of the pub were Pansy and Neville fumbling with each other hoping no one would notice, and then there were their friends Luna and Ron. Luna had been pressed up against her husband, Ron at a table, sitting across from Tracey Davis and Draco Malfoy of all people. At another table had Ginny, Padma, Seasmus, Dean, and a few others having an animated conversation about Quidditch.
Hermione looked around the room searching for the one person in particular. She smiled widely when she looked in on him. The man had his hand tightly around the cup, his wedding band shinning towards her.
She bite her lower lip, with her head tilted slightly. Harry looked at her with a stoic look, his green emerald eyes piercing into her brown. Her heart pounding against her chest, as she felt herself get warm down there.
And in one fellow swoop, he pulled his hand away from the cup, his back now leaning against the bar counter. He raised two fingers with a deliberate motion. No words came out, but she knew exactly what he meant.
Come Here.
The command sent her over the edge. Her legs began to move, she was in the middle of a conversation with Ara and Theo for godric sake, but she had not cared. They tried to grab her attention, but the results were futile.
With a steady pace, cutting through the the pub to make her way to her husband, their eyes locked on one another. The while room stopped for a moment, watching the scene unfold.
Hermione stopped right in front of him, her hands resting on his chest, her hips pressing against his. Her lips parted slightly, asking in a sultry voice, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
Harry didn't answer with words, he grabbed his wife by the waist, pressing her more against his body than was physically possible. Her back bent a little as his mouth captured hers. Harry turned their bodies and like cage, he had Hermione against the bar counter. The whole ordeal on display for their friends to see.
In between the kisses Hermione gasp out, "you are making a scene." She teased, her hands slowly making their way up his body and in his hair, pulling on his slightly.
"Let them watch. I don't care, you sent me over the edge just standing there—looking at me, all dolled up. I need you." He whispered against her lips, his thumb rubbing against her lower lip.
He pressed another bruising kiss against her lips, his hands feel the curves of her body.
Off in the corner Ron chocked on his drink, "Blimey, really just out in the middle of the room."
Luna mused at this, "They are in the corner of the room just like Pansy and Neville are in the other." This earned Pansy and Neville to burn up at being caught, while Harry ans Hermione continued to devour themselves.
Ara pressed into Theo’s side and added, "They deserve their moment Ronnie." Earning a few snickers from their group. Ron scrowl at the name, as Luna patted his arm. Ara raised a glass. "To love everyone."
Harry and Hermione drowned out the cheers. Finally breaking away for more than a few moments, panting slightly. Harry pressed his forehead against hers, whispering, "I love you Mi."
"I love you Harry," she let out a breathless laugh. "You know Harry that everyone saw us like this."
Harry snorted, leaning into his wife, "That’s the point, love. For everyone to know who you belong to exactly, Mrs. Potter."