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I know a lot of what I like, and I know a lot of what gets me excited, which isn't necessarily the same thing If you're going to - to own me She kept her arms in place; he hadn't told her to lower them. She felt him sit back slightly at that, and grinned as what his expression must be like. Not be told. And that'll take awhile. She could hear him roll his eyes. Goldstein tried to look sheepish, even contrite, but could not entirely hide a grin, which Snape supposed he did not begrudge him. It had taken the young idiot a month to get the basic knowledge stuck in his treacle, but it turned out he had a talent for getting healing magic into potions, and God knew you never had enough of that. Young Malfoy was a disappointment. Oh, his work was good enough. He was easily the third-best of this small group, possibly second. But he spent an excessive amount of time looking, surreptitiously and sullenly and occasionally longingly, at the first. Snape examined her potion next. It was a combination of Wingardium Leviosa, Impedimenta , and the Cushioning Charm, the latter two in suspension so that they would take effect just before the Leviosa wore off , and thus would keep you from dying horribly if you were a thousand feet up at the time. Snape softly cleared his throat, hardly daring to believe that he was about to say something complementary. But, as he looked up, he saw Granger's - and Potter's - hands fall swiftly to their sides. He scowled. Public Displays of Affection are not tolerated in a classroom environment. Five points from Gryffindor. Granger and Potter looked at each other, then at him, and then at each other. And then they actually snickered. Snape's scowl deepened. It wasn't the lack of discipline that bothered him - he knew they both knew who was the real master of this room. It wasn't even the certain knowledge that the words Not bad, Granger would now never escape his lips. 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After a few more moments of sullenly regarding each other, Draco raised an eyebrow. That potion of yours I took the other day in Advanced Class -" " My potion? Or I go to Dumbledore. And Snape. Or maybe tied to his bed, or perhaps chained to the wall, his fingers running delicately ov-" " That's it! She ran for the door. Draco cut her off. Then Draco felt rather then saw her tiny, hesitant nod. A smile flickered across his lips. After a moment, she took it, but looked at it suspiciously. But it'll do for now. Won't it. He reached down and began to pull her robes up. The high-pitched sounds escaping her throat were not, he judged, entirely outrage. Just the slightest extra flesh at her belly, enough to run his fingers over. And this is just tickling her tummy a little. I'd better be careful here. No, I hadn't. She wore a plain white bra with a catch in the front. Draco released the catch. Her breasts were just right. Which means that I'll have to delay incoherence until she's completely naked. Not yet. He was quite sure he felt a shudder. Her flesh was equally soft. And warm. He pushed his fingers against her cleft. The fabric grew damp. The only reason they did not kiss again was that he released her. She was there precisely at three. They did not fuck. Fucking was for lovers. It would have ruined everything. Especially Harry. Sleeping while doing the nasty would be rude. But the only sound she made was a choked "H-". It stopped him. For a moment. He walked out. The library door shut behind him. Hermione stood there staring at the door for a long time. He had tried not to think of it. The door opened, startling him. But it was Ron. A frustrated breath puffed out of Harry. She hates me now. I know how you feel about her -" "Yeah, well Last summer. You mean, while I was there? But -" "No. She visited again in July. Didn't work. Neither one had said a word about this to him. Didn't work, how? Then Ron said, "No. She's got bloody Malfoy. One way to find out. Harry nodded, a grim smile coming to his lips. Ron grinned back. Quietly, he backed up, so that she would not bump into him. He was right. Then his gaze shifted toward Harry. But the Baron did not raise the alarm. He looked right at Harry. And he smiled. Where the bloody hell did that come from? He did nothing. Well, not quite true. He watched. Harry was quite angry with himself for his sudden desire to see her looking at him like that. Is it. Something must've gone bad. But he couldn't. He couldn't fucking move. And it wasn't because of a spell. The bra. Draco nodded, pleased. And why aren't I doing anything? And you don't want Hermione asking you that one. Because you'll answer. No, you prat, that's not true, you've been doing your best to ignore it, because you should be fucking helping Hermione, and what's that adjective doing there trying to pass itself off as a verb, and - - and oh, Merlin, isn't she beautiful. 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That you perform for his pleasure but he doesn't for yours? Shaking slightly, Hermione raised her arms and Snape neatly pulled her sweater over her head. She didn't show any hesitation. Snape's eyes rested on her full breasts cupped in a plain white cotton bra. His mouth twitched as he met her eyes. She felt him catch hold of the straps and gently draw them down her arms and away. Nothing happened. Slowly she opened her eyes to find Snape staring at her face, not her breasts. He shook his head slowly. It's as if you are waiting for the worst to happen. Sex shouldn't be that way," he said to her, smoothing her cheek. His hand was large, warm and slightly calloused. His touch felt good. Never one to attempt to learn a thing on his own. I hate how you respond to me because of his ineptitude. Did he show you no consideration at all? I know you were waiting for me to fondle you, to grope you, to man-handle your breasts, Hermione. 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Search Archive Catergories: Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction. Net Adult-FanFiction. Password Reset. Update Account. The Reckoning -: Moonbeam37 -: March 15, April 17, While Hermione is excited to return to the school she calls home, uncertainty looms as her unconventional relationship with Professor Snape develops. Torment -: SnapeLove -: August 16, April 13, 6: Is the survival blessing or the curse for Severus Snape? Darkness again. He is almost grateful for it. His body still hurts, but it is different kind of pain, one that runs through his veins like liquid fire. Harry's reason was that she was too clingy, though Hermione knew that was a lie. Harry had been broken up about it and only she could tell. Harry turned his head to look at Hermione. For several seconds neither spoke. The two scooted to gather and held each other. The wizard cheeks burned red. That's what she liked about Harry, the two could talk about the most private of things and awkwardness would disappear in the matter of a few minutes. A surprisingly comfortable silence fell over the two when Hermione pressed up against Harry. They both froze. Hermione could feel the underside of Harry's erection on the flat of her stomach. Harry tried to pull away, but Hermione stopped him. Unexpectedly Harry kissed her. It wasn't one of the friendly kisses he would give her on the side of the cheek when the two met or departed, it was a passionate kiss on the lips. Hermione's back went ram-rod straight before melting into the kiss. Harry's tongue pressed against her lips gently, asking for permission to enter. Hermione granted it. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. Hermione could help but to enjoy the texture and taste. It was wet and slick with a fleshy-gummy taste. The two broke out of the snog, Hermione mentally cursing their need for air. The two smiled gaily at each other. Without warning Harry turned and was on top of her, arms on either side of her body. Hermione was getting hot, and so was Harry, as she ran her hands over his toned chest. Harry had started doing pushups and sit-ups every day as well as several cardiovascular activities to keep himself in shape for his job as an Auror. The self-imposed training program left Harry lean with a slim yet toned build. With just barely a flick of the wrist Hermione had the covers off them. Magic was a nice thing to have in positions like this. Harry leaned his head down to kiss her and Hermione mimicked his motion, catching each other's lips for another round of snogging. Their tongues clashed slowly, putting pressure on one another, each enjoying the taste and sensation of another tongue in their mouth. Again the need for oxygen separated the two. Slowly Harry brought a hand underneath Hermione's white pajama shirt, slowly tracing his fingertips over her smooth skin. She giggled as they passed over her ribs, she was extremely ticklish there. The two joined for another passionate kiss as they worked in tandem to remove her shirt. With a break for air the shirt was gone, gibing Harry a nice view of Hermione's firm B-sized breast, her nipples small and pert as the cool air and arousal hardened them. Harry slowly began to suck on Hermione's right nipple while toying with her left with his hand. His partner wrapped her legs around him and pulled their hips together, Harry's erection pressed firmly into her vagina through their clothing. Harry suddenly stopped and pulled Hermione up and they shifted into a kneeling lotus pose. Hermione looped her thumbs around Harry's waist band slowly and his member popped free. She felt the tip of hit touch her stomach, but her eyes never left Harry's as her right hand slid down his chest and gripped his manhood. She slowly pumped his cock as the two kissed again; she vaguely thought of how smooth it felt when she cupped his hairless balls with her other hand. Harry's hands in the meantime where kneading Hermione's breast and her lower lips through her panties. They continued their administrations for several minutes until Harry slipped his hand down Hermione's now damp underwear. His hand massaged her labia, 'warming' her up for events yet to come. Soon after Hermione let out a soft moan, cut short as Harry kissed her once more. The two broke apart from each other and Hermione pushed Harry on to his back. Deciding to take things further, Harry slid Hermione's wet boy shorts off. Taking a quick breather the two smiled at each other, both on cloud nine. Suddenly bashful, Hermione moved around and face-sat Harry, her damp crotch inches above his mouth, legs on either side of his head. Leaning forward, the witch opened her mouth and guided her friend's stiff dick into her mouth. Enjoying the 69 position, the two eagerly performed oral sex on one another. The sensation of her pussy being lick and sucked was a new experience for Hermione, it was simply never done before and under Harry administrations she was enjoying it immensely. It felt so good that she nearly stopped sucking his cock, which had a slight mint taste to it from her soap. Taking a deep breath, the slowly took the entire appendage in, his tip brushing and pushing into the back of her throat. Tightening her lips and slightly applying pressure with her teeth, Hermione began to hum. Her reward was Harry stopping his licking and gasp of pleasure. Sucking hard, Hermione slowly withdrew her mouth from his penis until she got to the tip and started the process over again. Several intense minutes of blissful pleasure passed when Harry's rock hard erection began to pulse, pre-cum leaking out. Her beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. He slowed down his thrusts as she arched her back into him. Draco's eyes narrowed "You can go home now Blaise," Blaise smirked and grabbed his pants and apparated. Draco made her crawl to his room while he held on to her leash and raked a good view of her ass and pussy lips from walking behind her. Once they got to his room which was surrounded by mirrors she waited on the bed for him, and it wasn't long before he returned carrying some 'toys'. He straddled her on top of her waist and when she felt his hard cock press against her navel she gasped. He chuckled and stroked her cheek gently. She was just his type of slave. He tied her hands up to the bedpost so that she couldn't get loose and then spreading her legs as far as they could go, her ankles as well. The pink color of the swollen lips that were her pussy made his cock buzz with delight. Pulling out masking tape from the bed he watched her eyes grow wide in fear. He smirked and thrust into her pussy, groaning from the wet warmth. She threw her head back. He ripped off a bit of masking tape and taped her mouth firmly. Seeing her in this position made him so hard he was surprised he didn't come yet..

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The vibrations tickled her lips as she sucked hard on it. Pulling it out slowly, a string a spit still connected from the tip to her lips, she mentally compared it to Ron's prick. It was a little larger, seven inches compared to his six, and the taste and texture was different. The vibrator had a rubber silicon taste with small bumps and ridges, though still smooth while Ron had a tangy and somewhat salty taste and was a tad hairy at the base. She sucked his balls only once, but the pubic hair, while minimal, was a vast turn off for her. So far she was enjoying the adult toy as she traced her now hardening nipples with it, reaching her left hand up and under her pajama and began to pinch, twist, and pull her pert nipples. Slowly she brought the masturbation toy to her waist and pulled it away. Hesitantly she pushed the head up against her labia through her silken thong. The vibrations sent a shiver through her body and her lower lips began to swell with arousal, their outline pressed firmly against the silk underwear. She pressed harder and turned the tip every which way. Soon she began to remove her clothing. The sound of the doorbell made her jump, heart beating in her chest as if trying to escape. In a way she was grateful, she felt dirty from her self-indulgence and felt that she would have been more so if allowed to continue. On the other hand, she was highly aroused and was not eager to get up and answer the door. Slipping her thong back into place she turned on her main bedroom light and walked over to her vanity and looked in the mirror, she picked her wand off the table top and with a swish she spoke, "Scry. His vivid green eyes drew her in; he was quite a handsome young man with only a feint lightning bolt shaped scar marring his features at the center of his forehead. Hermione had been afraid it might have been her parents or someone else. She knew Harry for most of her life and was very good friends with him. Making her way down stairs she didn't bother putting on a bra or pants as she had worn the same in front of him before and neither thought anything of it. Quickly she opened the door and greeted her friend as she used her other hand to flip on some lights. Come on in," the Auror obliged and kissed her on the cheek. I didn't wake you did I? So how have you been? She couldn't keep the worry out of her voice though as she noticed his clothes really were quite beat up. Work has me really beat up," he admitted. It was a large step from his school days when he would keep everything bottled up and lash out at every one after holding it in for so long. What's really got me beat was a couple of " Voldemort zealots ,"" he snorted as he hung up his winter clothes on the coat rack. With a quick word they were dried and the snow gone. Hermione was impressed, Harry's wand-less magic had increased exponentially since she saw him last five months ago. So was Harry's. There was an awkward moment as Hermione closed the door to keep the cold out. She frowned out at the snow and wondered why there was so much snow when it was barely into fall. It's a new one, kind of has a raspberry chocolate taste to it. Sounds weird but it's actually quite good. Harry sat down and began petting Cookie who made her was to him as Hermione put hot water in the kettle and turned on the two burner gas stove. Said witch was glad her back was turned against the man; her face was beet red as she thought of her toy. Her arousal had not gone away and she prayed that Harry wasn't very good at reading body language. Earlier when she opened the door she had forgotten her hardened nipples and when she realized she prayed that Harry chalked it up to the incoming cold air. She sat down in the opposite chair from Harry. Ron gave me a beautiful pair of silver combs, dwarven made. George gave me a fake diamond ring that squirts pepper spray of all things. That's the most exciting thing you would be interested in," she smiled from across the table. Weasley did make me batch of cookie, would you like some? Weasley's cookies until the water boiled and the kettle whistled shrilly. Making the tea Hermione motioned Harry to join her in the living room. Harry took the couch while Hermione commandeered her recliner, pulling her legs up, knees under her chin. The witch gasped as her G-spot was stimulated. Taking a breath she gave him instructions, "Long and slow strokes," she panted hard, eyes un-focusing. It was then that a 'need-to-pee' feeling began to build up in Hermione, a small part of her wondered if Harry would be alright if she squirted, knowing that some men found it gross. The thought disappeared as fast as it had come. Harry was not the type to be disgusted by Hermione. 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She always considered herself a bit prude, not counting sharing a bed with Harry or Ron to sleep in, and just earlier that night she had reservations about her vibrator. When she was with Ron, all they ever did was have a bit of oral sex and always used the marital position. Hermione rested her head on Harry's pelvis, his still hard member brushing the top of her hair. Realizing she remained silent for too long she sat up and inched her way down, sensually rubbing her labia along Harry's chest until she was far enough to get a good lick of her love juice on Harrys thigh. It was an odd taste, being mixed with leg hair and sweat, but lovely none the less with its sweet sugary taste. I have an idea. Where is your toy? She started to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Harry was silent for several seconds until she could feel his chest shaking with silent laughter and wasn't at all surprised when it burst forth in a geyser of hilarity. 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He still had to work on getting her completely out of her clothes. As much as Ron enjoyed the sight of Hermione's source skirt bunched around her waist and her shirt half-buttoned, he wanted to see all of her.

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Hermione's eyes widened and her lips gaped slightly. With a wave of her wand, Ginny locked to door so Hermione couldn't get out. Hermione had left her wand in Ron's room when they were having fun earlier. Ginny took that fact to her advantage. Hermione had no choice. She needed to ring her mum just in case he forgot visit web page ring her the next day to wish her a 'Merry Christmas'.

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Crookshanks hadn't been young when a then thirteen year old Hermione first bought him at Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley. Making her way to the kitchen, the young witch placed her groceries on a small table for two. An assortment of foods moved through the air as they found their respective places of belonging in the refrigerator, pantry, or cupboards. Even the paper bags she carried the groceries found their way to a space between the refrigerator and the small dishwasher. Cookie had moved off the windowsill and begun rubbing against Hermione's leg during the spell. Good choice. With a wet splat it flopped into a small cat bowl. She had long day at the office and it was time to relax. After long shower and fresh shave, the young witch dried off with a thick warm towel, though she knew plenty of spells that could have dried her instantly, she chose to use the conventional means. There was just something about feeling the fabric against her freshly smooth skin that she enjoyed. Coming out of the master bathroom and into her room, she fished through her drawers for a clean pair of underwear. She pulled out a black cheeky thong. She was in the middle of putting it on when she spotted her new toy, still in its box. It was gift from Ginny as an early birthday present. Her friends' reasoning was that since Hermione's breakup with Ron two year after school she had no longer had a way to relax. It was true, she never did relax between work and household chores, but it was quite embarrassing to be given a vibrator from her best friend and be told to masturbate. Ginny hadn't used those words, but it was clear what she meant. They had a lengthy discussion about it after words and the red head was dead set in her mind the Hermione needed a few good orgasms. In the morning you'll be able to concentrate on work. Just look at me, how do you think I keep up with being Seeker for the Holyhead Harpies? She, like her father Arthur, had a fascination with muggles. Ginny smiled. And yes I do use a vibrator, I have this small one called a bullet vibrator that I use during the games. Back in the present Hermione finished putting on her underwear and picked up the box and bit her lip as she read the instructions on the back, simple enough. There were five speeds, turn the knob clock-wise to turn on and adjust speeds, insert, place the 'rabbit ears' against clitoris and off you go. As if the words snapped her out a trance she quickly placed the box back in the drawer and slammed it shut, her face red with embarrassment. Walking over to her closet fast she picked out a plain white t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Making her way down stairs to her living room, wand in hand, she used an air heating spell to warm the household. Picking up the days issue of the Daily Prophet from a large coffee table in front of the tan couch and sat in her favorite chair, a matching recliner. Reading the date, October 01, , Hermione began to peruse Europe's Wizarding World's most prestigious newspaper, starting with the headline. It was news to her. She had heard rumors that past week that Harry was running for office, but she paid them no mind. The young reader decided she would have to ask Harry about it next time they met. She tried to read more, but only succeeded in reading the same sentence fifteen times. Finally growling in frustration, she turned out all the lights and headed to her room. Upstairs she opened up her underwear drawer and pulled out the vibrator box. Using a quick spell she soon had the pink toy in her hand. Scrutinizing the silicon penis she passed her fingers over is smooth yet uneven features. Taking it to the bath room she washed it extensively with warm soapy water and dried it off with a spell. Returning to her bed she turned off her main light and turned on the nightstand lamp. Hesitantly she opened her mouth and inserted the toy. It had a distinct rubbery taste to it as she continued to force it in all the way down to its base. Gagging, she experimentally turned it on. It's not a matter of if we will, but when , he thought. With the way she was carrying on, Ron wouldn't put money on Hermione being able to hold out another week. With another short jerk of her hips, followed by several more, Hermione cried out again and pulled at Ron's hair, wrenching a few strands loose by the roots. Gradually, she relaxed, letting her legs fall to the side and her hands drift to either side of her hips on the desk. Stumbling backward, Ron rose from his kneeling position and eyed the red-faced girl spread-eagle on the desk. He grinned. The headache and permanent sprain in his neck were totally worth it. He still had to work on getting her completely out of her clothes. As much as Ron enjoyed the sight of Hermione's wrinkled skirt bunched around her waist and her shirt half-buttoned, he wanted to see all of her. The next time, he wasn't going to give her the opportunity to deny what he could tell she wanted. For now, he would take what he could get. Hermione sat up from the desk slowly, a lazy smile caressing her lips. Ron grinned and licked his lips. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them drop to pool around his legs. Hermione's eyes widened and her lips gaped slightly. I never knew you were so selfish. I'm not…" Hermione stopped. He is almost grateful for it. His body still hurts, but it is different kind of pain, one that runs through his veins like liquid fire. Is there no respite for him? Not even after his death? He paid his dues, he died for the brat. To give him just a little bit of rest? If he is alive he would beg, he would scream, he would plead for just a moment of rest, pride be damned. 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He groans, and his hips begin moving, establishing a steady, controlled pistoning action that's strong, allowing for complete strokes that pull him out to the tip, only to plunge back inside to the end of his shaft with each rhythmic thrust forward. I give her what she wants, a slave now to all her needs. Resting my weight forward onto my palms and arching my back, I let my hips drive with increasing ferocity into her, holding nothing back. My cock is heavy with blood and desperation, and the wet slap of our meeting flesh becomes as loud as our panting breaths. The bed creaks beneath us, and I know it will be heard elsewhere in the house, but at that moment, I don't care. I've wanted this for too long to be worried about the end effect of our relationship on the other Order members, especially Pothead and Weasel. She's so slick that it's like sliding through a tunnel of warm silk. My thighs are shaking from the effort of holding off for her. 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The two that show up might just cause him to quit the business. The curtains were pulled tightly closed and every sound muffling charm she could think of was placed around her as her fingers tried desperately to recreate how Ron had made her feel earlier that day.

Tried and failed. And, she could swear the taste and warm, solid feel of him was still in her mouth. Against her lips. Still pulsating inside her, throbbing as she explored the texture and weight of him with her tongue. This madness had to stop. No, immediately. She couldn't very well spend her days thinking about what they'd done and planning what to do with him next and trying to find a contraceptive charm that wasn't outdated.

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Taking her time, Hermione slowly swallowed. Harry replied with a grunt, not stopping his pussy licking. Hermione continued to face sit on Harry as she smeared the semen that had leaked out of her mouth and onto her breast, enjoying the feeling of jizz on her erect nipples. Slowly she leaned forward and began giving Harry another blowjob. She was sucking off extra semen from his cock when an idea struck her. Taking the tip out of her mouth she spread his urethra and began dabbing it with her tongue. Harry let out a moan, letting Hermione that he enjoyed her new treatment. To return the favor, Harry slipped his right middle finger into Hermione's slit, his finger tip brushing firmly against the rough spot in her vagina. The witch gasped as her G-spot was stimulated. Taking a breath she gave him instructions, "Long and slow strokes," she panted hard, eyes un-focusing. It was then that a 'need-to-pee' feeling began to build up in Hermione, a small part of her wondered if Harry would be alright if she squirted, knowing that some men found it gross. The thought disappeared as fast as it had come. Harry was not the type to be disgusted by Hermione. Most of her intoxicating fluids filled Harrys mouth, the wizard choking a little bit as he swallowed, the rest smeared his lips, cheeks, and chin. Her breast heaving as she tried to recover from her orgasm. She sank lower until she was only a few centimeters from sitting on her friends face. For several minutes Harry continued to give Hermione a rim-job. It was unexpectedly pleasure able, never before had she tried anal play. A hand slowly moved down her tummy and towards her swollen womanhood. Pressing her first two fingers into her clit, Hermione began to rub franticly, her actions filled with need. While her right hand busied itself with her nether regions, her left hand played with her nipples. The witch on top of him gave a strangled laugh of embarrassment as she collapsed on him. For several seconds Hermione was silent as she contemplated the night's actions. She always considered herself a bit prude, not counting sharing a bed with Harry or Ron to sleep in, and just earlier that night she had reservations about her vibrator. When she was with Ron, all they ever did was have a bit of oral sex and always used the marital position. Hermione rested her head on Harry's pelvis, his still hard member brushing the top of her hair. Realizing she remained silent for too long she sat up and inched her way down, sensually rubbing her labia along Harry's chest until she was far enough to get a good lick of her love juice on Harrys thigh. It was an odd taste, being mixed with leg hair and sweat, but lovely none the less with its sweet sugary taste. I have an idea. Where is your toy? She started to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Harry was silent for several seconds until she could feel his chest shaking with silent laughter and wasn't at all surprised when it burst forth in a geyser of hilarity. Finally he pushed himself up on his elbows. She did so, looking at him patiently. He was breathing hard, and he blew out a long breath to steady himself. What were you thinking just now? Hermione looked surprised, and not a little distressed. But she couldn't help herself. Harry was so startled he sat down with a yelp. The Invisibility Cloak slid off him, and Hermione shrieked - well, as much of a shriek as she could manage at that volume - and pulled her arms up to cover herself. Can't do a thing. Pretty easy, actually. Just in case you ever snuck in when I wasn't around, I'd know you were here. As it was, me being here too, I knew exactly where you were every second. You watched the whole thing. I'm presuming you enjoyed it, from that tent in your pants. Harry started to protest - why was he even listening to this, why wasn't he fucking frying Malfoy's brains? Draco laughed. You heard her say - under a magical compulsion of truth, mind you - that she wanted to be sucking it. And he kept on watching. Draco went on. On your knees, with your ass presented for a good fucking, or a spanking -". Go to him. Crawl to him. Suck him. Please him. Give yourself to him. A violent shudder wracked Hermione, and she squeezed her eyes shut. But then she got down on her hands and knees, ass high and face close to the floor as before, and she crawled towards a stunned Harry Potter. She crawled over his legs, her breasts brushing against his knees, his thighs, with only one thin layer of fabric between her skin and his. She paused just shy of his waist, lowering first her gaze and then her lips to the bulge beneath his trousers. That actually galvanized Harry. Hermione pursued him. I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me. I want you so badly. Harry shook his head helplessly. Not even a word, Potter , hissed that damnable voice in his head. You don't have to even move. She's primed, ready, and under orders to suck your cock, fuck you blind, do absolutely anything and everything you've ever, ever wanted. At which point Harry did the most difficult thing he'd ever done. He said, "Hermione, stop. Please stop. At the same time, both Harry's and Draco's eyes narrowed, then grew wide. Draco inhaled to shout something - but Harry was faster. Don't listen to Draco! Hermione didn't hear him. Still poised over Harry's legs, she waited, eyes huge, lips pursed and trembling. But he released a harsh exhale, then another, and then said, "Hermione. I have to do this. Until the potion wears off. Don't do what anyone else tells you. Do only what I tell you. Hermione's shoulders slumped, and she almost collapsed, and for a moment Harry was terrified he'd guessed wrong somehow. But then she looked up at him and said in a small voice, "Thank you, Harry. Embarrassment and relief warring on her face, Hermione pushed off the floor, scurried across the room to retrieve her clothing — and that was enough of a show to revive Harry's flagging erection, except it wasn't flagging at all, was it, O traitorous flesh — and quickly dressed herself. She studied her torn panties for a long moment before stuffing them into her pocket. Harry got to his feet, gathered up his Invisibility Cloak, and crossed to Draco. Draco lifted his chin defiantly. Draco snorted a laugh. And what are you going to do when she comes back? And you can tell me everything Potter does to you this afternoon. None of them were quite ready for how quickly Harry spun around and punched Draco right in the mouth. The tall boy flew backwards across the bed, almost falling off the other side. He tried to lift his head for a moment, then flopped back, barely conscious. Not taking his eyes off Malfoy, he grabbed Hermione's arm and headed for the door. Draco lay there for several minutes after they left, testing his sore jaw. Just great. Lost my plaything, got punched out by Harry Fucking Potter, and was too caught up in my own theatrics to let her finish sucking me off. A sudden grin split his lip further. On the other hand, only I will appreciate their expressions when their grandkids ask them how they fell in love. Except for a bad moment when The Bloody Baron scowled at them beneath the Cloak, they managed to get Hermione's room without incident. As the door closed behind them, Harry threw the Cloak to the floor, and Hermione threw herself on the bed. Harry didn't like the way she was curling into a fetal position. He sat on the edge of the bed, but she shifted away from him. Harry waited. When she spoke a few minutes later, it was so muted he almost didn't hear it. You must think - I - I was - what I said -". He made you, you were under a spell, he wanted to say. But the words that came out were, "You said you wanted me. You're still my friend. And Draco He -" god, it hurts to even think this, I can't imagine what Ron would think if I ever said it "- he was giving you something you needed. A- and besides, what about me? I'm not exactly the paragon of virtue everybody thinks I am. Hermione took three slow deep breaths before she spoke again. Harry's head slumped forward. At last he said, "Because I was so completely in the wrong. You were there because you wanted to be, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get caught. I thought you'd hate me. Then he said, "And because I couldn't look away. You were so beautiful, Hermione. I - I wanted to - to - sorry. Just - I'm so sorry. But so much of it is my fault. I'm so sorry. Hermione held her breath for an endless moment. Then she flung her arms around his shoulders. His arms went around her, and he cried, and she cried, and he whispered I love you into her hair over and over, and she murmured shhh and I love you too , and then they were crying and trembling and twining around each other and the whole world fell away. They grew quiet after a time, still wrapped around each other, her cheek against his shoulder, him stroking her hair. Finally, Hermione said, "Very smart, telling me to obey only you. After that -". Hermione looked up at the odd tone in his voice. Harry was looking at her very strangely, as if - as if he'd just had some sort of epiphany. She hums and drops back down, taking me back into her convulsing, soft throat and tightening around me. My hands tighten in her hair as its clear she's made her decision, and it's exactly what I'd hoped and wanted and needed. My hips surge upwards to meet her tight lips and her milking mouth as she sucks with greedy abandon. I fall off the edge of sanity into the rapture. She stills as my come pulses across her tongue in powerful spurts and I cry out above her. Hot, silky liquid dribbles between her clamped lips as I keep ejaculating until I feel as though I am drained and I couldn't possibly give anymore. I've never come so hard or so much. When the shudders finally ease, my brain goes blank. All I can do is fall back into the mattress and stare at the ceiling. One thought rolls around in my skull: I just received the blow of my life from the one woman in the world I'd tried desperately to keep at a distance for too many years - the one woman in the whole sodding universe that I should never have fallen in love with and did. His rich, creamy seed is a unique combination of salty and sweet, with a hint of bitter as it slides across my tongue and down my throat. I capture as much of it as I can, savouring it, trying to hold the memory of this moment in my mind forever. He'd finally let go and let this happen between us. The tension between Draco and I had been building for the past four years, since he'd first come to Harry with Snape, and they'd both offered their services to the Order to act as spies. Hate had morphed into respect then, and over time, it had grown into more…. Leaning back, I wipe his excess come from my chin and lips with a swipe of my fingers, and then shakily get to my feet. I wait, but there is no further comment from him. Had my surrender all been in vain? Had I just made a mistake of epic proportions? Had the power shifted between us now that I'd gotten on my knees for him? Had I made myself somehow unequal in this emotional game of dodge we've been playing with each other for years? I know that I'm still green when it comes to relationships, but well, I was so sure about Malfoy's feelings - which is why I'd come in here looking for him less than an hour ago. 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The primary advantage of a spell is that it may be cast quickly. All that is needed in most cases is a wand, a word, and the proper state of mind. This does not , I am sorry to say, mean that potions are always superior to spells. Each thing has its own effect to contribute, in smaller or larger proportion; each preparation method refines one quality or another. But one type of ingredient has never been brought to your attention until now. A satisfying collection of murmurs shook the students. Granger raised her hand. Five points to Gryffindor. It was a tricky enough concept to grasp. Unfortunately, it seemed that Malfoy hadn't even got his hands near it until Granger said it aloud in small words. Stupid boy, fancied himself a Death Eater already. Snape's eyes flickered over to Potter, nodding to himself. Damn him, he got it quickly enough. But, rather than for producing effects directly, the choices of physical ingredients and preparation methods are made with three things in mind: Five points from Hufflepuff. Oh, yes, right, there had to be at least one member of each House in this class. Snape hated affirmative action. After a small pause, Granger raised her hand again. Bold girl. Just enough of a wait to not make it look as if she was trying to divert Snape from his disgust at Goldstein. Or a combination of spells? Snape's job was to reveal trade secrets, after all. Hermetic Master, indeed. Not the sort of thing you usually get a second chance at. Snape glared at him. Such a potion would simply reek of Dark Magic, as well as foul-smelling smoke, a bitter metallic taste, bubbling, and all that. Most potential victims would, I presume, request some sort of chaser. While the theories you learn in this class may be applied to any spell, I do not encourage the use of Dark Magic in the creation of a potion. Three weeks later, they had absorbed sufficient theory that Snape deemed them ready to begin preparing their first spell-potions. Grinning nervously in spite of himself, Harry glanced at Hermione at about the same time she was glancing at him, and, to their surprise, neither was quite sure what they saw in the other's expression. After an hour or so of new and bizarre aromas permeating the air, and one relatively harmless yet tremendously loud whoomf when poor Goldstein confused the proportions of a tincture and a decoction, everyone held a small vial containing, they hoped, a successfully created spell-potion. Snape turned his back on the class. After Hermione had finished shuffling positions of the vials on the table, Snape made them return to their seats before he turned around again. The potions' coloration was similar enough that even he could not tell which was which, at least not with a cursory glance. He picked one up, regarding it for a moment, then looked sharply at the class. Gulping slightly, Kevin Entwhistle, a gangly Ravenclaw youth with a shock of brown hair almost as unruly as Potter's, rose from his chair and approached the lectern. Snape handed him the potion. Entwhistle looked at it as if he expected it to bite him, then at Snape, his eyes huge with sir-you-can't-possibly-mean. To his credit, Entwhistle opened the vial and drank quickly, before he could think about it or risk losing points for his House. Even Snape wouldn't allow someone to be outright murdered in his class, and everyone had made their potions expecting to drink them themselves, so it shouldn't be too dangerous Abruptly, Entwhistle spun in place, thrice widdershins, before lurching to a halt facing a far corner of the room. Snape raised an eyebrow. After a few moments of flexing, thrashing, and grunting, Entwhistle had actually moved a few paces forward, then two back, then one forward, but not a degree had he turned toward Snape. I can't! Hermione's smirk was now a suppressed grin. I filtered it twice, and ran it through the calcinator. That'll last all week! Hermione's eyes widened, as did Potter's. Of course Snape was taking them in alphabetical order. She was next. Goldstein took the proffered potion, looked worriedly at his classmates, and then drank. The nature of the spell became evident almost immediately. The boy began to glow like a bonfire. He looked at his hands in dismay. The rest of the class began to laugh, mostly actually in delight. I only filtered it the once. Hermione looked up at him, neither so far nor so frightened as she had in her first year, then stretched out her hand. Snape picked up a potion and handed it to her. Still meeting his gaze, Hermione opened the vial and drank it down. For a few moments nothing happened. Snape folded his arms expectantly; Hermione clasped her hands behind her back and lifted her chin like Napoleon about to review the troops. She started to say, "I don't -" but she jerked as an enormous tension gripped her, like a trap about to be sprung, and then her entire body stiffened, so suddenly that she almost teetered. Her joints locked in place, hands now secured behind her back as if she were bound, and she looked straight ahead, eyes wide. Or what seemed like fingers. A few at first, along the underside of her arms. And a few more on the sides of her ribs. And some on her belly. And a couple along the undersides of her -. Hermione tried not to panic, but her limbs were held utterly still, she couldn't even tremble, and the invisible hands were gently digging into her flesh, under her arms, her waist, her stomach, and the insides of her thighs, and my god along the bottoms of her feet, and the Full Body Bind kept her from drawing more than a shallow breath, from crying out, oh please from laughing -. She was trembling, drenched with sweat, swallowing air in huge gulps. Harry looked up accusingly at Snape. The Potions Master spread his hands innocently. She didn't think anyone saw her glance hard at Malfoy before vanishing into the hallway. He did not move at once, except to look up from his studies. He was expecting no one. Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't have knocked in any case. He got up and crossed the room slowly and quietly. Folding his hand around the doorknob, he yanked the door open, startling a scream out of -. All of it. Warily, Draco backed up and opened the door to allow her inside. He watched her watch him close and bolt it behind her. Hermione did not shy from his gaze. He cast Rictusempra on you. I remember the look on your face afterward. And the only one no one claimed, the one I took, was much too powerful for you to cast yet. And for all his many faults, Snape would never help you make a potion. I'm betting you got your father to make it for you. He probably told you that Snape might have us exchange potions. You saw a safe chance to get at Harry, with magic too hostile to use directly, but too innocuous to get you into serious trouble if you were caught. The first shot in a new form of duel. So you had two potions: But then, if I had those potions, they'd be taken away. And that would be that. Then why aren't you in my face, snarling What are you babbling about Malfoy? Got your own secret to hide, hmmm? I saw your face after you drank that potion. 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Torment -: For now, he would take what he could get. Hermione sat up from the desk slowly, a lazy smile caressing her lips. Ron grinned and licked his lips. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them drop to pool around his legs. Hermione's eyes widened and her lips gaped slightly. I never knew you were so selfish. I'm not…" Hermione stopped. She had to admit, this entire venture had been a bit one-sided, but she'd thought Ron was enjoying himself. He certainly appeared to be getting something out of their few meetings. Still, she never imagined having to touch, being able to put her mouth on… Okay, she had imagined it, but never thought she'd actually do anything. Theory was so very different from execution. She poked her bottom lip out in a pout. Reaching a hand out to Ron, she pulled him closer by the bottom of his shirt. Her eyes traveled to the bit of stomach revealed by his shirt, then lower..

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Nikyminaj Sex Watch Video Sexsi Black. New Crossovers: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Books Harry Potter. If either of you ever has any questions about something other than homework, I am qualified to answer. Ron didn't know if Hermione's words were a bluff or an invitation. But he couldn't resist finding out. Ron shrugged. Qualified Educator 2. The Basics 3. Precision Placement 4. Oral Exams 5. The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been posted. Story Author. Then cast the spell: Sexum Subsito. This will prevent you from a STD, but not from pregnancy. To prevent pregnancy, push the wand into your or your partner's vagina , then cast the spell: Praegnatio Terminus. These two spells should stop any reproduction or STD. Below was a picture, showing a body part similar to Hermione's Hermione never wondered what her urination system was called. The picture showed a body part similar to Hermione's urination system, with a wand sticking into it. Then she wondered Why do we wear clothes anyway? Don't we all have the same body parts? Remember Me. Work Search: She dimly felt him reach over and pick up the sheet she had abandoned, and soon felt him tugging at her chin, forcing her to look at him. In the aftereffects of the Second Wizarding War and a devastating plague, British Wizarding society is on the brink of collapse. A final desperate measure has been enacted - a Marriage Law that binds one witch to several Wizards, each of which is a perfect match for her to produce the most viable magical offspring. Forced to abide by the law or be tossed into Azkaban, Hermione soon finds herself knee deep in Wizards - or rather, husbands, as the Ministry would have it. And this is just tickling her tummy a little. I'd better be careful here. No, I hadn't. She wore a plain white bra with a catch in the front. Draco released the catch. Her breasts were just right. Which means that I'll have to delay incoherence until she's completely naked. Not yet. He was quite sure he felt a shudder. Her flesh was equally soft. And warm. He pushed his fingers against her cleft. The fabric grew damp. The only reason they did not kiss again was that he released her. She was there precisely at three. They did not fuck. Fucking was for lovers. It would have ruined everything. Especially Harry. Sleeping while doing the nasty would be rude. But the only sound she made was a choked "H-". It stopped him. For a moment. He walked out. The library door shut behind him. Hermione stood there staring at the door for a long time. He had tried not to think of it. The door opened, startling him. But it was Ron. A frustrated breath puffed out of Harry. She hates me now. I know how you feel about her -" "Yeah, well Last summer. You mean, while I was there? But -" "No. She visited again in July. Didn't work. Neither one had said a word about this to him. Didn't work, how? Then Ron said, "No. She's got bloody Malfoy. One way to find out. Harry nodded, a grim smile coming to his lips. Ron grinned back. Quietly, he backed up, so that she would not bump into him. He was right. Then his gaze shifted toward Harry. But the Baron did not raise the alarm. He looked right at Harry. And he smiled. Where the bloody hell did that come from? He did nothing. Well, not quite true. He watched. Harry was quite angry with himself for his sudden desire to see her looking at him like that. Is it. Something must've gone bad. But he couldn't. He couldn't fucking move. And it wasn't because of a spell. The bra. Draco nodded, pleased. And why aren't I doing anything? And you don't want Hermione asking you that one. Because you'll answer. No, you prat, that's not true, you've been doing your best to ignore it, because you should be fucking helping Hermione, and what's that adjective doing there trying to pass itself off as a verb, and - - and oh, Merlin, isn't she beautiful. And beautiful like that. I - I hate you, Malfoy - ahhh -" "You know, I think you do. She's naked, thought Harry. Not just unclothed, but fucking naked. Oh god. I could. I could watch Hermione crawl for hours. Now she lifted her face to look at him. And you want it, too. Now get to it. On your knees, with your ass presented for a good fucking, or a spanking -" "Hermione," Harry whispered. But he didn't know what the next thing to say would be. No, dammit, no. Not like this. Exactly like this. Froze in place, actually. Harry had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to kiss those lips. We're going. He's trying to draw me in, provoke me, and I won't have it. Harry turned to leave. You must think - I - I was - what I said -" He made you, you were under a spell, he wanted to say. She turned away again. Hermione, I didn't mean -" "I know. I couldn't think of any other -" "Harry, it's fine. I know you would never hurt me. After that -" "After that. Pull them off. What's the other thing? You never have. You'll have to control me somehow. And she only had eyes for Potter. That's clever. The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been posted. Story Author. Actions Add to Community Report Abuse. Close Working Closer Still Preliminaries Starting Out Continuance Slytherin House Strikes Again The Plot Thickens The Dirty Deed is Done Discussions Communication Hermione Returns to Hogwarts Oh, Those Nefarious Plans Nefarious Plans Continue Arrangements and Something More Snape Makes a Move The Harvest The Date and the Decision Snape Takes Action Retrieved The Meal The Scenario Short Chapter At Last an Answer And the Drama Continues Weasley and Snape Have a Discussion Chapter 11 Closer Still Snape captured Hermione's lower lip and suckled it for a moment, then the upper lip before covering her mouth with his own, teasing a response from her. Snape smirked slightly. Snape noticed the change in the witch underneath him. She was still fully clothed. Hermione's eyes rounded. When he spoke it was through gritted teeth. She stood there, waiting for the inevitable grope, her eyes closed. I know. Another short chapter. But it's on now. Lemons are definitely in the next chapter. I'm just feeling a bit overtired and need to think a bit how to approach this. But I'm still having fun with it. Thanks for reading. Gift Exchange 2. The Gospel According to Snape 3. Persuasion Short Chappie 4. Too Much Heat 5. Consideration 6. Questions and Answers 7. A Real Eye Opener 8. Choice 9. Accepted As it was, the warmth of Hermione's breath against his skin was threatening to make him lose control before she'd really gotten started. And he really, really didn't want this to end too soon. Ron cleared his throat. That night, Hermione lay in her bed trembling. The curtains were pulled tightly closed and every sound muffling charm she could think of was placed around her as her fingers tried desperately to recreate how Ron had made her feel earlier that day. Tried and failed. And, she could swear the taste and warm, solid feel of him was still in her mouth. Against her lips. Still pulsating inside her, throbbing as she explored the texture and weight of him with her tongue. This madness had to stop. No, immediately. She couldn't very well spend her days thinking about what they'd done and planning what to do with him next and trying to find a contraceptive charm that wasn't outdated. Especially not that last. They could not have sex..

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Simone Fuck Watch Video Free Paksex. Her taped moans were a major turn on especially when she tried to scream when he pinched her nipple or pulled on her leash tightly. Speed up? Ok," he sped up and her groans turned into screams. She looked up to the ceiling, while he continued inflicting her with pain, where mirrors showed how good their rough sex looked. She became even wetter when she watched him pull her leash causing her choker to choke her. His hands traveled in between in them both and she felt him rub her sensitive clit it fast circles. He pulled the tape off her mouth and just as she began to smile for freedom he kissed her wildly, diving his tongue straight into her mouth while he pounded into her get his orgasm. As he heard her choke when his tongue probed her mouth roughly he felt himself go over the edge and pulled out just before, spurting cum all over face while rubbing himself with his hands thoroughly to get all the sperm out of his cock. He groaned as she made him cum once again. Just In All Stories: New Stories: Updated Crossovers: New Crossovers: Denying themselves had become an impossibility, especially since a mere look was enough to drive both of them to distraction. But would taking the last step be enough to ruin whatever tenuous hold they had on their sanity? Or would not succumbing to what they both wanted drive them both crazy? She licked her lips and imagined the taste of him again as she took herself over the edge. Knowing what Ron could do to her body and state of mind, Hermione wasn't sure she was brave enough to find out how much further they could go before obsession overtook them both. Just In All Stories: New Stories: Updated Crossovers: New Crossovers: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Books Harry Potter. If either of you ever has any questions about something other than homework, I am qualified to answer. Ron didn't know if Hermione's words were a bluff or an invitation. But he couldn't resist finding out. Ron shrugged. Qualified Educator 2. The Basics 3. Hermione was impressed, Harry's wand-less magic had increased exponentially since she saw him last five months ago. So was Harry's. There was an awkward moment as Hermione closed the door to keep the cold out. She frowned out at the snow and wondered why there was so much snow when it was barely into fall. It's a new one, kind of has a raspberry chocolate taste to it. Sounds weird but it's actually quite good. Harry sat down and began petting Cookie who made her was to him as Hermione put hot water in the kettle and turned on the two burner gas stove. Said witch was glad her back was turned against the man; her face was beet red as she thought of her toy. Her arousal had not gone away and she prayed that Harry wasn't very good at reading body language. Earlier when she opened the door she had forgotten her hardened nipples and when she realized she prayed that Harry chalked it up to the incoming cold air. She sat down in the opposite chair from Harry. Ron gave me a beautiful pair of silver combs, dwarven made. George gave me a fake diamond ring that squirts pepper spray of all things. That's the most exciting thing you would be interested in," she smiled from across the table. Weasley did make me batch of cookie, would you like some? Weasley's cookies until the water boiled and the kettle whistled shrilly. Making the tea Hermione motioned Harry to join her in the living room. Harry took the couch while Hermione commandeered her recliner, pulling her legs up, knees under her chin. She sipped her tea and noticed her friend go pink in the ears and look away. With a start she realized that he had a good look at her panties. While he had seen her in such clothing before, she had never been aroused beforehand. A dark patch made the silk fabric cling to her womanhood outlying it: She had become wet masturbating and never realized it. Mortified Hermione dropped her legs, placed her tea cup hurriedly on the coffee table on her right and pulled her pajama shirt over her crotch. She didn't know who was redder, but she was too embarrassed to care. Glancing over at the clock she saw it was nine thirty and nervously asked. Why don't you stay here tonight? You have a set of clothes here. I'm…I'm going to stay down here and clean up," she finished somewhat lamely; hoping against hope Harry didn't think she was being a closet pervert or was being one himself. Suddenly Harry downed his cup and went upstairs. Hermione finally stood up once she heard the shower upstairs running. The witch picked up Harry's teacup and took hers along with it to the kitchen and cleaned them the Muggle way. She dreaded facing Harry again. Hermione was about to dry the cups when a thought flashed through her mind. There was no way that Harry could have missed it. She rushed upstairs and used fast vanishing charm on the box and hid the pink toy in her night stand drawer next to a Muggle vampire-romance novel titled Twilight. Hermione panted from the quick excursion and let out a somewhat aggravated sigh. The shower water turned off in the bathroom and Hermione knew she didn't have long to change her love-juice soaked thong in place with something a little dryer and covering. Unfortunately all she had was G-strings, a few T-strings, cheeky bottoms, and very lacy or sheer boyshorts. She stripped of her wet cheeky bottoms and was in the middle of putting on her most conservative magenta colored boyshorts when Harry opened the bathroom door clad in pajama pants. He had a nice view of her woman hood as Hermione had one foot in and one foot raised in the air. Hermione's face paled considerably while Harry's went redder than an overly ripe radish. Harry turned away quickly to give Hermione privacy. She was almost tempted to just go naked, but tossed that thought out the window as it was foolish and unethical. The woman finished dressing. It still didn't feel enough though as her lacy boyshorts actual left plenty to be seen, including her French strip, but Hermione refused to put on pajama pants as Harry had already seen her most private of parts. He had an erection and was afraid to show her. What did she think she was going to take? What did Malfoy mean by "trading one kind of helplessness for another"? Because you're not the hero you thought you were, chided the little voice in his head. Like you were Harry had somehow not noticed his erection before this moment. No, you prat, that's not true, you've been doing your best to ignore it, because you should be fucking helping Hermione, and what's that adjective doing there trying to pass itself off as a verb, and -. Draco had removed his robes, and gone as far as to unbutton his shirt. Maybe something a little more familiar will put you at ease. Keep your hands and feet exactly where they are. You've been shackled, my helpless beauty. Hermione twisted away, emitting a little cry that would've been a shriek if she'd been permitted - because she's been told not to be loud, thought Harry, the shit - but kept her arms above her head. Draco went on tickling her, going after her ribs and the sides of her breasts. Hermione cried out again, and began to thrash in place, bouncing on her heels but the balls of her feet rooted to the floor. Then Draco got to her stomach, and it was all over. Hermione burst out laughing, and oh wasn't that a delectable quiet little laugh, as his fingers rolled over her belly, around the sides of her waist, back to her navel, up to the ribs again, and Hermione laughed harder though no louder, and Harry could not believe that he could on one hand be so deeply ashamed of himself for not stopping this, and yet on the other hand know in his hypocrite's heart he must be some kind of hero and a wizard of iron will because he somehow managed not to get up, go over, and help Draco. Not that Malfoy appeared to need any help. He played Hermione like a dulcimer, his fingers gentle and aggressive in turns. Her thighs, her waist, her belly, up to her ribs, over her breasts, under the arms, inside the elbows Hermione twisted and sang under his touch, her face crimson, her laughter bubbling, her nipples rigid. I - I hate you, Malfoy - ahhh -". It tore, not very much but loudly, and Hermione gave a desperate inhale, as if her head had been held underwater. Draco tugged again, and the underwear ripped completely away from her. Hermione lurched forward yet somehow still kept her arms above her head. Draco put his hand between her legs and began to stroke her furiously, his mouth covering hers, and she kissed back fiercely, and Harry was dimly aware of the heel of his own palm rubbing against his groin. Suddenly Draco pulled away from Hermione. On your knees. At once, Hermione dropped her arms to her sides, groaning. A moment later, she sank to her knees. He patted his thigh. Hermione began to crawl. The position should have looked awkward, but the only effect of that awkwardness was to make her crawl slowly, which was without doubt the most sensual thing Harry had ever seen in his life. Her pale, beautiful ass moved like sunlight on a roll of the sea, cresting and falling and cresting again, and her golden-brown hair spilled over her shoulders, and her nipples brushed against the carpet, and Harry could've watched her for hours. At last she reached Draco. She pressed her lips to the top of his shoe, then started to pull away. But she began to kiss his shoes lavishly, polishing and caressing them with her tongue as well as her lips. Harry had no idea how long she would have gone on like that, but Draco finally said, "Enough. Open my pants now. Slowly, Hermione pushed herself up to kneel in front of him. Her fingers fumbled with the catch for a moment, but soon she had opened his trousers, pulled them a little way down his hips, and released Draco's cock from the fabric. Hermione shrugged. I suppose if you tell me to want it, I will. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed. Her lips parted and slid around Draco's cock, her small moan lost in his louder one. She cupped one hand around the base of his shaft, lightly squeezing and caressing his balls, and her lips lingered on him, pulling away almost reluctantly. Then she drew her tongue along the underside of him, all the way up to the tip before plunging her mouth around him again, and he fell back on the bed and put an arm over his eyes, and she quickly gained a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down in Draco's lap like a thatch of wheat in a summer breeze, and if Voldemort had tapped him on the shoulder right at that moment Harry would've waved him away with a shush. Draco gripped the bedclothes, eyes shut, lifting his hips again and again in response to Hermione's attentions. Finally he pushed himself up on his elbows. She did so, looking at him patiently. He was breathing hard, and he blew out a long breath to steady himself. What were you thinking just now? Hermione looked surprised, and not a little distressed. But she couldn't help herself. Harry was so startled he sat down with a yelp. The Invisibility Cloak slid off him, and Hermione shrieked - well, as much of a shriek as she could manage at that volume - and pulled her arms up to cover herself. Can't do a thing. Pretty easy, actually. Just in case you ever snuck in when I wasn't around, I'd know you were here. As it was, me being here too, I knew exactly where you were every second. You watched the whole thing. I'm presuming you enjoyed it, from that tent in your pants. Harry started to protest - why was he even listening to this, why wasn't he fucking frying Malfoy's brains? Draco laughed. You heard her say - under a magical compulsion of truth, mind you - that she wanted to be sucking it. And he kept on watching. Draco went on. On your knees, with your ass presented for a good fucking, or a spanking -". Go to him. Crawl to him. Suck him. Please him. Give yourself to him. A violent shudder wracked Hermione, and she squeezed her eyes shut. But then she got down on her hands and knees, ass high and face close to the floor as before, and she crawled towards a stunned Harry Potter. She crawled over his legs, her breasts brushing against his knees, his thighs, with only one thin layer of fabric between her skin and his. She paused just shy of his waist, lowering first her gaze and then her lips to the bulge beneath his trousers. That actually galvanized Harry. Hermione pursued him. I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me. I want you so badly. Harry shook his head helplessly. Not even a word, Potter , hissed that damnable voice in his head. You don't have to even move. She's primed, ready, and under orders to suck your cock, fuck you blind, do absolutely anything and everything you've ever, ever wanted. At which point Harry did the most difficult thing he'd ever done. He said, "Hermione, stop. Please stop. At the same time, both Harry's and Draco's eyes narrowed, then grew wide. Draco inhaled to shout something - but Harry was faster. Don't listen to Draco! Hermione didn't hear him. Still poised over Harry's legs, she waited, eyes huge, lips pursed and trembling. But he released a harsh exhale, then another, and then said, "Hermione. I have to do this. Until the potion wears off. Don't do what anyone else tells you. Do only what I tell you. Hermione's shoulders slumped, and she almost collapsed, and for a moment Harry was terrified he'd guessed wrong somehow. But then she looked up at him and said in a small voice, "Thank you, Harry. Embarrassment and relief warring on her face, Hermione pushed off the floor, scurried across the room to retrieve her clothing — and that was enough of a show to revive Harry's flagging erection, except it wasn't flagging at all, was it, O traitorous flesh — and quickly dressed herself. She studied her torn panties for a long moment before stuffing them into her pocket. Harry got to his feet, gathered up his Invisibility Cloak, and crossed to Draco. Draco lifted his chin defiantly. Draco snorted a laugh. And what are you going to do when she comes back? And you can tell me everything Potter does to you this afternoon. None of them were quite ready for how quickly Harry spun around and punched Draco right in the mouth. The tall boy flew backwards across the bed, almost falling off the other side. He tried to lift his head for a moment, then flopped back, barely conscious. Not taking his eyes off Malfoy, he grabbed Hermione's arm and headed for the door. Draco lay there for several minutes after they left, testing his sore jaw. Just great. Lost my plaything, got punched out by Harry Fucking Potter, and was too caught up in my own theatrics to let her finish sucking me off. A sudden grin split his lip further. On the other hand, only I will appreciate their expressions when their grandkids ask them how they fell in love. Except for a bad moment when The Bloody Baron scowled at them beneath the Cloak, they managed to get Hermione's room without incident. As the door closed behind them, Harry threw the Cloak to the floor, and Hermione threw herself on the bed. Harry didn't like the way she was curling into a fetal position. He sat on the edge of the bed, but she shifted away from him. Harry waited. When she spoke a few minutes later, it was so muted he almost didn't hear it. I'll just get up, get dressed, and go… where? My bedroom is next door. That would feel odd to just sit in there, knowing that one door away I'd just had the experience of my life… and that the man I had it with was still in there, able to sniff my lingering scent on his coverlet. As I go to do so, Malfoy's arms tighten about me, pulling me back down. Sleep with me. I pause. It's a stupid question, but I need to say something. One of his lids peeks open and he looks at me with a lazy dragon-like stare. I'm quite sure sleep comes next if we want a round two later. I told you, you're mine now. No going back. Now close your eyes and get some sleep. I playfully smack him on the shoulder, and feel a great relief overtake me. Apparently, I'd been right about his feelings for me. Thank the Founders! Settling down against his chest, I suppress a yawn against his cooling flesh. It's your turn next time. I expect equal treatment under the law. He reaches around us, and pulls the blanket over our bodies to ward off the chill. Then, he presses a kiss to my forehead. Just In All Stories: New Stories: Updated Crossovers: New Crossovers: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Books Harry Potter. The secret attraction between them finally reaches a boiling point Romance-Hot Shag! Please review and let me know, yeah? Leaning back, I wipe his excess come from my chin and lips with a swipe of my fingers, and then shakily get to my feet. I wait, but there is no further comment from him. Had my surrender all been in vain? Had I just made a mistake of epic proportions? Had the power shifted between us now that I'd gotten on my knees for him? Had I made myself somehow unequal in this emotional game of dodge we've been playing with each other for years? I know that I'm still green when it comes to relationships, but well, I was so sure about Malfoy's feelings - which is why I'd come in here looking for him less than an hour ago. After all, Ginny had stated that he watched me everywhere I went, and just last month, he'd given me a birthday gift: A person wouldn't do such things if they didn't have feelings for you, right? Perhaps I've misjudged after all, though, for Draco isn't even acknowledging me now. Oh, Godric, had he dismissed me in his head now that he'd…? Feeling the heat of embarrassment flood my cheeks and burn my eyes until they water, I turn for the door, intending on making a quick get-away. I get three steps when his voice halts me. When I don't move to comply, admittedly afraid of the lusty glint in his eye, he gives me his patented smirk — the one that melts my knickers every time it appears. I turn and begin stripping, refusing to be cowed by his words or stopped by the trembling fear in my belly. Clothes pile up to either side of us. As his pants hit the floor, my panties skim free of my knees and end up around my ankles. I step out of them and towards him. His arms reach out and pull me in. With a smooth turn, I'm on my back and he's leaning over me. There are few preliminaries as he nudges between my legs and mounts me. I feel him against my inner thigh, as hard as he was before I went down on him. His fingers slide between my drenched, fleshy lips; I've been ready for him since I first took him out of his trousers and got a good look. He thrusts two fingers into my aching channel, twists them, and curls them as he draws them out, causing them to tickle the upper lip inside. I can't help the moan that slips past my teeth and my knees quake in response. You want me so deep inside you that I'll never let go? That's what's going to happen if I take you today, Granger. I'll make you mine , and I won't let go. Malfoys don't give up the things they cherish, and they don't share them either..

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