Harry sometimes thinks that his life after the war is a dream.
But every time he opens his eyes, he’s surrounded by sunshine and Hermione’s embrace. “This is real, Harry. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers: “Thank you for coming back to me.”
“Thank you,” he looks down at her fondly, “for giving me a home to come back to.”
Ten years. That’s how long Harry Potter hasn’t seen nor heard from Hermione Granger. And the last place he thought he would see her again was the BDSM club he frequented. If she thought he was going to let her out of his sight (or his cuffs) ever again, she was sorely mistaken. Bound hearts will always find their way back to each other.
Woot! I am back with another Post-Hogwarts/War story! This fic is for @harmonyandco‘s Prompt Bank Garage Sale writing fest and the prompt I got was: Harry and Hermione meet at a BDSM club. The prompt was submitted anonymously so whoever you are, here’s your story!
This is another one of those ideas in my head that I’ve been meaning to write for the past few years and finally, I’m putting it down on paper (so to speak). I hope everyone enjoys the story!
