A/N: A quick drabble I jotted down for an 'Appreciation of Harry Potter Meme' over at LJ. The prompt was too good to pass up. Keep the rating in mind, please.

Prompt: Snogging in the library

Title: Perfectly Normal

Rating: M

Word Count: 706

Warnings/Notes: Just some sexiness.

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Harry chuckled lightly as he felt her nuzzle his neck. "I missed this."

"What?" she asked with a light, teasing tone. "Snogging?" She nipped at the sensitive skin below his ear and his arms tightened around her as a result. He pulled her even closer, letting his eyes close as he enjoyed the way she placed warm, firm kisses along his jaw and the nape of his neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled at the dark strands almost painfully. Harry didn't care. He yanked her from him before kissing her fully on the lips, deepening the kiss immediately and enjoying the small moan that escaped her.

He felt her hands let go of his hair only to trail down his chest and stop teasingly at his belt. His own hands were under her Muggle dress, lightly caressing her thighs as he pushed her against the bookshelf that was behind her.

Placing his knee between both of hers, he pried her hands from his clothing only to wrap his hand around both her wrists and pin them above her head in an effort to hold her still. Hermione arched against him as he attacked her throat, a small sigh escaping her when he followed the edge of her neckline down to her chest.

"We really should stop this…"

Harry kissed her under her jaw. "You're complaining?"

"Not in the slightest."

She tried to follow his lips with hers, but Harry stayed adamantly away, kissing the corner of her lips, then her chin, her cheek, before brushing his lips lightly against hers and then kissing her shoulder.

"We're acting like children," she said breathlessly, her body squirming against his in frustration. "Juvenile, really."

It was her hip movement that did it. The moment he felt her grind against him, Harry lost all pretences of wanting to tease her so that he could kiss her thoroughly. The noises she made only made him want to rip the clothes right off her.

Hermione pulled back so she could whisper, "We can't stay here for long," against his lips, her eyes blazing brilliantly with passion while her mouth was plump from all the attention he had showered on her.

"It's the restricted section," Harry said confidently, his free hand already snaking under her dress to touch her between her thighs, "no one ever comes here."

This time when he kissed her, she fought him, squirming in an effort to release her hands so that she could tease him back while Harry tried to tame her with practiced strokes between her thighs. She was already wet for him.

"Mom?" a familiar voice cried suddenly. "Dad!"

They pulled apart quickly only to see their fifteen-year old daughter eye them both disbelievingly with bright red cheeks of mortification.

"We discussed this! Parents' week is not for you to hide out somewhere and snog each other senseless!" She glared in a way that was very much reminiscent of her mother, her embarrassment nearly forgotten when she spoke her argument. "If you two don't keep your promise to keep it in your pants, I will have no choice but to look for other normal people to play my parents for these things. I'm serious, Dad," she said strongly before leaving, as if all of this was his fault when it was his wife who was clearly to blame.

Hermione hid her face in her hands as she giggled nervously. "We better go before she disowns us." She tried, and failed, to straighten her hair from the mess Harry had tangled around his fingers.

Harry held onto his wife, taking a deep breath before dropping his head onto her shoulders. "Give me a minute."

He then proceeded to think of every unattractive thing he could think of to calm his excitement. But then his wretch of a wife had other plans. She teasingly bit his ear as she slipped her hand inside his pants to grab a hold of him, after which, leaving was the very last thing on Harry's mind as he practically tackled his giggling wife.

Needless to say, their daughter, as threatened, started interviewing potential parents the very next day, half of which came highly recommended by the headmistress, McGonagall, herself.

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