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Fic for Her_Rebeccaness!
TO: her_rebeccaness
FROM: granger2malfoy
TITLE: Come Undone (1/1)
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione
RATING: NC-17
A/N: For the Sun and Smut fic exchange! This is specially made for Rebecca, who requested and I granted: dirty talk, orgasm denial, teasing, masturbation, and biting. A special thanks to my muse (smirk) and to my beta, ??. I hope you enjoy this.
*~*~*~*~*~*~* Come Undone *~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione’s hand reached up to softly tap on the slightly opened door of the Defense Against Dark Arts professor as she came at the very end of his office hours. His voice came easily from the other side of the door, as he seemed to be having a conversation with a student. At the light sound of her knock, the door opened magically to show glimpse of a sixth-year witch seated opposite Hermione’s secret lover.
“I came here to talk about the changes to the patrol schedule. I can come back later,” Hermione stated as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and glanced between student and professor.
The student gave a small smile, which faltered when the young professor behind the desk replied, “Not necessary, Professor Granger. Miss Powter and I are done here for the night.” He turned his attention to the girl. “Just re-read chapter eight and you’ll find the correct answers to the last two questions from your assignment.”
After the death of Dumbledore during the war, the student attendance at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry declined greatly and maintained that low level for four years. The year Hermione joined the staff of professors, the attendance began to grow. Then attendance almost doubled the year the famous Harry Potter became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He evidently broke the jinx of a new teacher per year as he was currently working on his fifth year in the position.
Hermione began to slowly work on the clasp of her outer robes nonchalantly as the young Slytherin packed up her rolls of parchment. The irritated student huffed slightly as she shoved the scrolls haphazardly into her school bag. As the sixteen year-old reached the door to his office, Harry offered, “If you are still having problems with that, Miss Powter, you can come back during my office hours tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes, sir. Good night, Professors,” Priscilla Powter smiled as she said the first part but snipped out the second as she addressed Professor Granger and walked out the door.
The older witch walked to the door to ensure it was closed and flicked her wand to secure it. The wards, should anyone approach the door, that person would suddenly crave some hot chocolate and forget why they needed to see Professor Potter. She could hear her old friend shrugging out of his own outer robes and then turned around to see that he was left in his normal attire of tee shirt and black jeans. His fingers ran through his still unruly black hair as he stretched in his seat to showoff his defined muscles pressed against the cotton fabric.
Hermione licked her lips at the sight and he chuckled as he caught her in the act. “See something you like, Professor Granger?”
She leaned back against the door as she pushed her chest forward against the white blouse to show that she had forgone a bra that morning and she very much appreciated the view by the looks of her hard-peaked nipples. Her voice lowered to a husky tone she replied, “Mmm. What do you think?”
“I think you need a good, hard fucking, Hermione,” the dark-haired wizard softly growled as Hermione felt two waves of magic flow around her and one past her. She could no longer hear the rain from outside the windows as she assumed he placed a silencing charm around the room and the tingling in her stomach told her that he also performed the contraceptive charm for her.
Slowly she began to move closer to her lover of almost six years. During her first year of teaching, it also marked the first year of their relationship being more than platonic. After only being away from each other on a regular basis due to her having to live at Hogwarts, Hermione’s first free Friday night free without duties was spent with Harry for several hours of fast and furious lovemaking to make up for lost time. Around three o’clock in the morning after a quick nap, Harry announced he decided that he was going to get the position of the DADA position, even though it was not yet announced to be available, to be closer to her. Hermione knew that when he made up his mind he was determined to get what he wanted with an intensity that was staggering. Within two days after the announcement of vacancy, the headmistress told her about his forthcoming appointment for the next fall. But they had always kept secret the true-nature of their relationship, which landed somewhere more than just dating but not so far as talking of marriage, yet.
Once Hermione reached the corner of his large desk, she returned back to the present and what she had been planning since eight a.m. that morning. Oh yes, she was going to definitely enjoy this.
“My, my. Isn’t someone very sure of himself?” she commented as she flicked her wand to clear the papers neatly into piles on the floor in front of his desk. Her fingers danced lightly along the edge of the desk as she moved her body between Harry’s spread legs and the huge oak desk. The edge of the desk hit right under her bum and she felt his bright-green eyes devour her form. “You think I came in here for you to shove that long, hard cock of yours into my soaking wet cunt rough and fast, Harry,” she all but purred.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he leaned forward to gently pull her to him but she shook her head and batted his hands away from her body to resume their original position of at the chair’s armrests.
Hermione inched closer and clasped her hands to his wrists and the silver bracelets she wore magically unclasped from her and clasped around his wrists securing him to the chair. His body struggled for a moment to test the charm and both knew he could easily undo them, if he really wanted to. Yet both also knew he looked forward to whatever she had planned just as such as she did.
She ran her lips just barely against his jaw, lightly flicked his earlobe before gently nipping at it to only sooth the slight pain away with her tongue as she whispered, “You’re going to sit right there in that chair till you come undone for me. But that will only happen when I say so. Do you understand?”
He squirmed once in his seat as he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Such a good boy,” she replied as she ran her palm along the already prominent bulge in his jeans. Slowly Hermione leaned back against the edge of the hard desk as the tips of her fingers started to unbutton her blouse not letting the soft fabric move an inch to reveal a view of her bare skin to his burning gaze.
Once all the pearly buttons were released, Hermione’s small hands cupped her breasts through the soft silk of her top and began to massage them in front of her lover as he stared hungrily. Harry made small sounds in the back of his throat conveying to her that he enjoyed the show. It was a cross between whimpers and growls. She smiled as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she lost herself to the incredible feelings of passion caused more by his reactions than her own caresses. The small office began to get hotter and hotter as sweat began to dampen along the small of her back.
“Oh, Hermione,” a low needy moan came from her restrained partner as she peaked through heavy eyelids and smirked at the sight of the powerful young wizard squirming in his seat from just the watching of her foreplay. She almost felt sorry for him at the moment for he had more to test his willpower but she persevered knowing that to delay satisfaction would make it infinitely better.
“Yes, Harry?” she smiled, amused as her hands slowly separated the shirts panels to expose her bare bosom to him, which earned her a guttural groan. At a teasingly slow pace, her fingers ran along her stomach above her skirt to dance under the swell of her breasts and her thumbs and forefingers began to lightly roll her warm, pebbled peaks. Hermione moaned as she gave a quick pinch to both of them before lowering one of her hands to travel down her thigh to slip under the hem of her skirt.
Under the thick fabric of her skirt was an almost unbearable heat and she smirked to herself as she was glad she had decided against knickers that morning too. The hand arousing her breasts released its hold to join the other and began to move the hem of the skirt up past her knees to slowly reveal more of her thighs to her squirming lover. Teasingly as the movement of fabric almost uncovered her mound, Hermione stilled the progress of her skirt and slipped one hand under the hem to glide easily into her wet but hidden depths. Harry whimpered so sexily, “Please, Hermione, let me see that pussy. I can smell you from here. Oh baby, your pussy smells so delicious. I want to taste you, baby. Please.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her back arched and her legs spread to give him a complete view of her fingers thrusting into her dripping cunt. A loud moan caused her eyes to reopen to see his jean-covered member straining as his hips moved in time with her penetrating fingers. With her other hand she gently spread her lips to show the man she loved every inch of her heaven. After a few more thrusts she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, earning a few heavy pants from the restrained man in front of her.
Hermione slowly unbuttoned the skirt to let it lay spread out on his desk and left her in just her unbuttoned blouse as she slipped off the large piece of furniture to stand in between his spread thighs. With a sly smile on her lips, she leaned forward as she began to stroke his cock through the material of his jeans and her mouth latched onto his ear, one of his many ‘hotspots’.
As she began to unzip his pants to his already very throbbing member, her free hand still partially covered with her juices came to his lips at the same moment her mouth did and their tongues rubbed against each other along her fingers. Harry enjoyed the torment of the indecision of whether he wanted the sweet of her mouth or the tang of her fingers. Hermione’s hand at his pants resumed their task to lower the pants and silky boxers releasing his long cock and began to stroke him firm and fast. Harry nipped at her bottom lip as her hand continued to increase in speed making him harder and knew his body would explode but that was not part of her plan. When she completely removed her hand from him, he cursed loudly, “Bloody hell, Hermione! Are you trying to kill me?”
“Hmm. No,” she spoke as she moved to straddle his legs and put her hands on the top of his chair as her wet cunt easily enveloped his hard, perfect cock, “I don’t want you to come till I tell you. I am going to work that large cock till I am ready for you to pour hard and deep in my pussy.”
Harry smirked as he quickly thrust his hips quickly sliding the rest of the way in her, which caused her to cry out his name, but she shook her head and quickly regained control of the situation. That did not eliminate the cocky smile on his face for causing her to loose it for a moment though. She gave a challenging smile as she began to raise her body and then lower it down in a slow steady pace as their kisses started back up again.
Their pace quickly became faster and faster as the chair they were coupling in started to creak from the strain but neither of the young lovers could care less as long as it lasted until they reached their release. After a few minutes, Harry withdrew his mouth from hers and kissed along her jaw and down her neck where he began to suck then he pleaded, “Please, baby. I’m so close but I need you to cum with me.”
Hermione shook her head as her movements became rougher and harder as she impaled herself over and over again on his thick member. Suddenly she felt hands cup her breasts; he was obviously pleased with himself for breaking the bonds and started teasing her nipples, exactly the way she loved. Then his smirk slowly faded as his breath came in short bursts he leaned back in the creaking chair thrusting deeper into her heat. “Please, Hermione… I need… I need… I need you. I need,…oh fuck! I need to cum. Please… oh please.”
“No, not yet,” she commanded and leaned back balancing her weight on her hands gripping his thighs continuing her fast, hard movements pressing her clit against him.
Harry began cursing softly under his breath as one of his hands released her breasts and inched those long fingers down her stomach questing her clit. His mouth suckled her exposed nipple as his fingers slipped along either side of her clit slowly squeezing it, her moans grew more resonant. He nipped hard at her nipple and released as he wrapped his free arm around her pulling her hard against him for a hungry kiss.
Hermione’s body began to gently shake showing just how fast her orgasm approached; Harry ended the kiss to whisper huskily in her ear. “Cum for me, Hermione. I need to have you cream my cock with that sweet juice of yours. I need you forever. Marry me.”
His words and actions worked their magic as her back arched and her quim spasmed, they both came and she screamed, “Yes!”
As their breaths calmed they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, Hermione’s body froze for a moment and she raised her head from its resting spot on his shoulder. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
Harry chuckled as his hands moved up and down her sweaty back as he said, “Yes, I had planned to ask you tonight after a long walk around the lake and a romantic picnic. Then after you said ‘yes’, we would make sweet, slow passionate love to fall asl…”
Her lips crushed into his as she kissed him passionately for a good two minutes. Tears came down her cheeks as Harry pulled back and used his thumbs to brush them away he asked, “Can I take that as a ‘yes’?”
“Of course, yes, Harry.” Hermione replied as a small black box float across the room to his open hand and he withdrew a diamond ring to slip into place on her finger. “I love you.”
“I love you, Hermione, with all of my heart till my dying day. Now, let’s get a shower and then take that walk.”
~**~~*~*~* The End *~**~~*~*~*
FROM: granger2malfoy
TITLE: Come Undone (1/1)
PAIRING: Harry/Hermione
RATING: NC-17
A/N: For the Sun and Smut fic exchange! This is specially made for Rebecca, who requested and I granted: dirty talk, orgasm denial, teasing, masturbation, and biting. A special thanks to my muse (smirk) and to my beta, ??. I hope you enjoy this.
*~*~*~*~*~*~* Come Undone *~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione’s hand reached up to softly tap on the slightly opened door of the Defense Against Dark Arts professor as she came at the very end of his office hours. His voice came easily from the other side of the door, as he seemed to be having a conversation with a student. At the light sound of her knock, the door opened magically to show glimpse of a sixth-year witch seated opposite Hermione’s secret lover.
“I came here to talk about the changes to the patrol schedule. I can come back later,” Hermione stated as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and glanced between student and professor.
The student gave a small smile, which faltered when the young professor behind the desk replied, “Not necessary, Professor Granger. Miss Powter and I are done here for the night.” He turned his attention to the girl. “Just re-read chapter eight and you’ll find the correct answers to the last two questions from your assignment.”
After the death of Dumbledore during the war, the student attendance at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry declined greatly and maintained that low level for four years. The year Hermione joined the staff of professors, the attendance began to grow. Then attendance almost doubled the year the famous Harry Potter became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He evidently broke the jinx of a new teacher per year as he was currently working on his fifth year in the position.
Hermione began to slowly work on the clasp of her outer robes nonchalantly as the young Slytherin packed up her rolls of parchment. The irritated student huffed slightly as she shoved the scrolls haphazardly into her school bag. As the sixteen year-old reached the door to his office, Harry offered, “If you are still having problems with that, Miss Powter, you can come back during my office hours tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes, sir. Good night, Professors,” Priscilla Powter smiled as she said the first part but snipped out the second as she addressed Professor Granger and walked out the door.
The older witch walked to the door to ensure it was closed and flicked her wand to secure it. The wards, should anyone approach the door, that person would suddenly crave some hot chocolate and forget why they needed to see Professor Potter. She could hear her old friend shrugging out of his own outer robes and then turned around to see that he was left in his normal attire of tee shirt and black jeans. His fingers ran through his still unruly black hair as he stretched in his seat to showoff his defined muscles pressed against the cotton fabric.
Hermione licked her lips at the sight and he chuckled as he caught her in the act. “See something you like, Professor Granger?”
She leaned back against the door as she pushed her chest forward against the white blouse to show that she had forgone a bra that morning and she very much appreciated the view by the looks of her hard-peaked nipples. Her voice lowered to a husky tone she replied, “Mmm. What do you think?”
“I think you need a good, hard fucking, Hermione,” the dark-haired wizard softly growled as Hermione felt two waves of magic flow around her and one past her. She could no longer hear the rain from outside the windows as she assumed he placed a silencing charm around the room and the tingling in her stomach told her that he also performed the contraceptive charm for her.
Slowly she began to move closer to her lover of almost six years. During her first year of teaching, it also marked the first year of their relationship being more than platonic. After only being away from each other on a regular basis due to her having to live at Hogwarts, Hermione’s first free Friday night free without duties was spent with Harry for several hours of fast and furious lovemaking to make up for lost time. Around three o’clock in the morning after a quick nap, Harry announced he decided that he was going to get the position of the DADA position, even though it was not yet announced to be available, to be closer to her. Hermione knew that when he made up his mind he was determined to get what he wanted with an intensity that was staggering. Within two days after the announcement of vacancy, the headmistress told her about his forthcoming appointment for the next fall. But they had always kept secret the true-nature of their relationship, which landed somewhere more than just dating but not so far as talking of marriage, yet.
Once Hermione reached the corner of his large desk, she returned back to the present and what she had been planning since eight a.m. that morning. Oh yes, she was going to definitely enjoy this.
“My, my. Isn’t someone very sure of himself?” she commented as she flicked her wand to clear the papers neatly into piles on the floor in front of his desk. Her fingers danced lightly along the edge of the desk as she moved her body between Harry’s spread legs and the huge oak desk. The edge of the desk hit right under her bum and she felt his bright-green eyes devour her form. “You think I came in here for you to shove that long, hard cock of yours into my soaking wet cunt rough and fast, Harry,” she all but purred.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he leaned forward to gently pull her to him but she shook her head and batted his hands away from her body to resume their original position of at the chair’s armrests.
Hermione inched closer and clasped her hands to his wrists and the silver bracelets she wore magically unclasped from her and clasped around his wrists securing him to the chair. His body struggled for a moment to test the charm and both knew he could easily undo them, if he really wanted to. Yet both also knew he looked forward to whatever she had planned just as such as she did.
She ran her lips just barely against his jaw, lightly flicked his earlobe before gently nipping at it to only sooth the slight pain away with her tongue as she whispered, “You’re going to sit right there in that chair till you come undone for me. But that will only happen when I say so. Do you understand?”
He squirmed once in his seat as he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Such a good boy,” she replied as she ran her palm along the already prominent bulge in his jeans. Slowly Hermione leaned back against the edge of the hard desk as the tips of her fingers started to unbutton her blouse not letting the soft fabric move an inch to reveal a view of her bare skin to his burning gaze.
Once all the pearly buttons were released, Hermione’s small hands cupped her breasts through the soft silk of her top and began to massage them in front of her lover as he stared hungrily. Harry made small sounds in the back of his throat conveying to her that he enjoyed the show. It was a cross between whimpers and growls. She smiled as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she lost herself to the incredible feelings of passion caused more by his reactions than her own caresses. The small office began to get hotter and hotter as sweat began to dampen along the small of her back.
“Oh, Hermione,” a low needy moan came from her restrained partner as she peaked through heavy eyelids and smirked at the sight of the powerful young wizard squirming in his seat from just the watching of her foreplay. She almost felt sorry for him at the moment for he had more to test his willpower but she persevered knowing that to delay satisfaction would make it infinitely better.
“Yes, Harry?” she smiled, amused as her hands slowly separated the shirts panels to expose her bare bosom to him, which earned her a guttural groan. At a teasingly slow pace, her fingers ran along her stomach above her skirt to dance under the swell of her breasts and her thumbs and forefingers began to lightly roll her warm, pebbled peaks. Hermione moaned as she gave a quick pinch to both of them before lowering one of her hands to travel down her thigh to slip under the hem of her skirt.
Under the thick fabric of her skirt was an almost unbearable heat and she smirked to herself as she was glad she had decided against knickers that morning too. The hand arousing her breasts released its hold to join the other and began to move the hem of the skirt up past her knees to slowly reveal more of her thighs to her squirming lover. Teasingly as the movement of fabric almost uncovered her mound, Hermione stilled the progress of her skirt and slipped one hand under the hem to glide easily into her wet but hidden depths. Harry whimpered so sexily, “Please, Hermione, let me see that pussy. I can smell you from here. Oh baby, your pussy smells so delicious. I want to taste you, baby. Please.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her back arched and her legs spread to give him a complete view of her fingers thrusting into her dripping cunt. A loud moan caused her eyes to reopen to see his jean-covered member straining as his hips moved in time with her penetrating fingers. With her other hand she gently spread her lips to show the man she loved every inch of her heaven. After a few more thrusts she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, earning a few heavy pants from the restrained man in front of her.
Hermione slowly unbuttoned the skirt to let it lay spread out on his desk and left her in just her unbuttoned blouse as she slipped off the large piece of furniture to stand in between his spread thighs. With a sly smile on her lips, she leaned forward as she began to stroke his cock through the material of his jeans and her mouth latched onto his ear, one of his many ‘hotspots’.
As she began to unzip his pants to his already very throbbing member, her free hand still partially covered with her juices came to his lips at the same moment her mouth did and their tongues rubbed against each other along her fingers. Harry enjoyed the torment of the indecision of whether he wanted the sweet of her mouth or the tang of her fingers. Hermione’s hand at his pants resumed their task to lower the pants and silky boxers releasing his long cock and began to stroke him firm and fast. Harry nipped at her bottom lip as her hand continued to increase in speed making him harder and knew his body would explode but that was not part of her plan. When she completely removed her hand from him, he cursed loudly, “Bloody hell, Hermione! Are you trying to kill me?”
“Hmm. No,” she spoke as she moved to straddle his legs and put her hands on the top of his chair as her wet cunt easily enveloped his hard, perfect cock, “I don’t want you to come till I tell you. I am going to work that large cock till I am ready for you to pour hard and deep in my pussy.”
Harry smirked as he quickly thrust his hips quickly sliding the rest of the way in her, which caused her to cry out his name, but she shook her head and quickly regained control of the situation. That did not eliminate the cocky smile on his face for causing her to loose it for a moment though. She gave a challenging smile as she began to raise her body and then lower it down in a slow steady pace as their kisses started back up again.
Their pace quickly became faster and faster as the chair they were coupling in started to creak from the strain but neither of the young lovers could care less as long as it lasted until they reached their release. After a few minutes, Harry withdrew his mouth from hers and kissed along her jaw and down her neck where he began to suck then he pleaded, “Please, baby. I’m so close but I need you to cum with me.”
Hermione shook her head as her movements became rougher and harder as she impaled herself over and over again on his thick member. Suddenly she felt hands cup her breasts; he was obviously pleased with himself for breaking the bonds and started teasing her nipples, exactly the way she loved. Then his smirk slowly faded as his breath came in short bursts he leaned back in the creaking chair thrusting deeper into her heat. “Please, Hermione… I need… I need… I need you. I need,…oh fuck! I need to cum. Please… oh please.”
“No, not yet,” she commanded and leaned back balancing her weight on her hands gripping his thighs continuing her fast, hard movements pressing her clit against him.
Harry began cursing softly under his breath as one of his hands released her breasts and inched those long fingers down her stomach questing her clit. His mouth suckled her exposed nipple as his fingers slipped along either side of her clit slowly squeezing it, her moans grew more resonant. He nipped hard at her nipple and released as he wrapped his free arm around her pulling her hard against him for a hungry kiss.
Hermione’s body began to gently shake showing just how fast her orgasm approached; Harry ended the kiss to whisper huskily in her ear. “Cum for me, Hermione. I need to have you cream my cock with that sweet juice of yours. I need you forever. Marry me.”
His words and actions worked their magic as her back arched and her quim spasmed, they both came and she screamed, “Yes!”
As their breaths calmed they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, Hermione’s body froze for a moment and she raised her head from its resting spot on his shoulder. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
Harry chuckled as his hands moved up and down her sweaty back as he said, “Yes, I had planned to ask you tonight after a long walk around the lake and a romantic picnic. Then after you said ‘yes’, we would make sweet, slow passionate love to fall asl…”
Her lips crushed into his as she kissed him passionately for a good two minutes. Tears came down her cheeks as Harry pulled back and used his thumbs to brush them away he asked, “Can I take that as a ‘yes’?”
“Of course, yes, Harry.” Hermione replied as a small black box float across the room to his open hand and he withdrew a diamond ring to slip into place on her finger. “I love you.”
“I love you, Hermione, with all of my heart till my dying day. Now, let’s get a shower and then take that walk.”
~**~~*~*~* The End *~**~~*~*~*