HP through the autumn

"Are you serious?" Harry's breathing became a little rough, "the future Mrs. Potter?"

"I can't be more serious." She looked deeply into his emerald green eyes, and in the clear and light green was her shadow.

Not knowing who started the kiss, they kissed each other eagerly, licking and biting each other's lips.She put her arm around his waist and staggered toward the bathroom as they kissed each other.

Hot water poured down from the shower, soaking their clothes.The wet clothes were tightly attached to the body, and they were eagerly taken off and thrown on the ground.

In the steaming water vapor, the breath became hot.The two bodies were closely attached to each other, which made the temperature in the bathroom rise steadily.He brushed away the wet hair from her face, and gently stroked every inch of her skin with his hands.

"There is one thing, maybe you already know, but I have to tell you clearly," he attached to her ear, licking and kissing her earlobe slowly and painfully, "I love you, dear, I can't love you more you."

"I love you too."

Like fire burning through the prairie, like magma flowing through the earth, warm lips, soft tongue, flexible fingers, and skin-to-skin contact are all so unique.

Low panting, unbearable groans, the water vapor from the bathroom to the bedroom, steaming out a thrilling pleasure.

He inserted his fingers into the gap between her fingers one by one, clasped his hands tightly together, and the sticky sweat made the two hands stick tightly together.His black hair fluctuated with his body, and her Adam's apple, which was swaying up and down, was gently bitten by her.

"Hiss - are you provoking me?" Harry asked with a smile.

"No," she lay down on the bed, short of breath, with a thin blush on her face, looking up at him, "I'm teasing you."

"I won't let you go tonight."

"You better not."

They've kissed countless times in the corners of Hogwarts Castle, and cuddled with each other in the Room of Requirement, but no hug and kiss has ever been more intoxicating than today.

He slowly buried himself inside her, and as he moved, the muscles in Qiu's legs tensed.

Harry saw her frown slightly: "Do you want me to stop here?"

Instinct told him to continue, but the remaining rationality made him endure the instinctive impulse and began to move his body.He knew it was a normal situation, there were always little secrets among wizards that the witches would never know, but he was so dazzled by love that he would rather call it a day than let her feel the pain .

Suddenly a pair of soft hands rested on his waist.

"Kiss me," she commanded, dark eyes sparkling.He wasn't the only one who was dazzled by love.

He watched her cheeks turn red, and kissed her deeply.

The young sluts squandered their abundant vitality recklessly, until the flame of lust was burnt out.

It was a wonderful dream, and Harry was happy to wake up knowing it would be even better.

He lay lazily on the bed, all the irritability of being watched like a monkey disappeared.Even if they watched him for another month, he wouldn't be anxious, Harry thought, and he would very much like to spend a month like this with Cho - no annoying wizards, just the two of them, maybe one more thing - no clothes Clothes, singing and dancing every day.

Harry thought about the beautiful life in the future, and couldn't help but feel more satisfied.He hugged his girlfriend who was still sleeping soundly in his arms. Although he was sweating a little from the heat, he still held her in his arms contentedly.

He never thought that sweating could be such a pleasant thing.

It's a pity that he was the only one who thought this way. In his sleep, Qiu felt that the surroundings were uncomfortably hot, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't lift the quilt off his body.After struggling with sleepiness for a while, she reluctantly opened her eyes.

Consciousness gradually became clear, and the quilt she couldn't get rid of was her dearest boyfriend.

It's good to be that hot—she thought to herself.

The two were sweating happily, although they were extremely hot but refused to separate.

Probably this is love.

The morning was spent cuddling the two sticky ones, until she finally got too hungry and kicked Harry out of bed.

"I want to eat the lunch you made," she lay on her side admiring his figure, and swept her eyes across his body openly, "no sandwiches are allowed."

"Yes," said Harry, feeling as though he would now grant her every request.

He glanced at the scattered clothes on the floor, waved his wand to make them jump into the washtub, and wrapped a bath towel around his waist.When he was about to leave the room, he leaned against the door frame and smiled handsomely at Qiu: "Harry, the hottest and sexiest chef in the world, is serving you."

"Really?" She lazily rubbed against the quilt, her slender legs stretched in the most comfortable position, "Then what's my dessert?"

"Cream brulee? Chocolate cake? Or me?"

"They all sound good, but... I still like the last one." She looked at him, and felt that there was no boy cuter than him in the whole world.

"You are satisfied." He blinked, and willingly went down to cook.

Can Harry really cook?

If frying sausages, eggs or muesli counted, then Harry could be proud to say he could cook.

Before the age of 11, at Aunt Petunia's house, Harry did cook some simple meals.But expecting an 11-year-old boy to cook up dishes like escargot or beef pie is far too far-fetched.And when Harry arrived at Hogwarts, the house elves would give rich dishes and desserts to any little wizard who walked into the kitchen, and little wizards would never have the opportunity to cook by themselves.

So when Chef Harry walks into the kitchen confidently, most of his confidence is lost when he sees the pots and pans.The other half of his confidence evaporated as he discovered that there were no ingredients in the kitchen.

"Perhaps we should go back to Grimmauld Place for dinner." Harry walked upstairs somewhat disappointed. "Or ask Kreacher to bring over some food."

"We can go out to eat, go to Muggle restaurants, we've never dated outside of Hogwarts."

This proposal moved Harry very much. He once imagined that if Voldemort died, he and Qiu could travel and date like ordinary couples. He even secretly researched famous restaurants in London, thinking that one day he could bring She enjoys a wonderful feast together.

"Would you like some French food?" said Harry. "I know a very famous one in Mayfair."

"Okay," she wrapped up in the quilt and left the comfortable big bed, opened the door of the closet and began to choose clothes.She wiped oil on Harry's waist easily as she passed by.

"Looks like I'll be back for my dessert later."

"You can have it now." Harry put his arms around her from behind and dipped his head down to suck her neck.

She shook her head: "It's best to eat dessert slowly after a meal."

"You're right." Harry smiled and kissed her on the ear.