#Hermione smut

[lavykitty]

Hermione is dating male Slytherin, reader who for a year, he brings her to the woods or lake for a their date and maybe fuck

You need to Relax

I’m going to give the male reader the last name Barnaby.

Your eyes slowly looked Hermione up and down as she studied. She was biting her lower lip and her eyebrows were furrowed. She leaned forward exposing her cleavage in the low cut shirt she was wearing.

You gently set down the quill you were writing with to watch Hermione. She was frantically studying for her potions exam the next day. She was completely frazzled and it made you horny.

The way she was sucking on the end of her pen when she studied drove you up a wall. Her leg moved slightly drawing your attention. She was wearing her knee high socks. The soft material seemed to inviting.

Before you could stop yourself you placed a hand on her thigh, palming her warm skin. She squirmed under you as you teased the top of her stockings. Your hand trailed upward and soon you were gently rubbing her core.

She mewled at you as she set down her book. “Barnaby, we cant. Not right here.”

She gestured around to everyone else that was studying in the courtyard. You rolled your eyes but stopped. However, as soon as you did Hermione whined. Oh this was going to be fun.

“Baby how about I quiz you? Everyone you get right earns you a kiss.”

She nodded her head eagerly as she passed the book to you. You started with easy questions earning several kisses from your girlfriend.

The more times you kissed her the more hot and bothered she appeared to be getting. You smirked to yourself as you started to ask her harder questions. When she got these correct you swirled your tongue inside her mouth. She moaned when you pulled away.

You continued to ask her questions rewarding her with kisses that made her moan frantically rub her things together. You chuckled at her neediness.

“Now baby as far as I remember you said we couldn’t do anything here where people might see.”

She frowned at you. “Barnaby!”

You laughed as you pulled away leaving her book on the stone slab. “You seem in good shape anyway.”

. . .

You were walking out late at night. The perks of being a prefect. You decided to make your ways towards the Black Lake. It was your favorite midnight spot. And it totally wasn’t because you would skinny dip with your girlfriend in the nice cool waters.

As you approached the deck you saw a faint glow. Hermione was sitting there cross legged as she was looking over her potions book again. You chuckled as you sat down beside her.

Her eyebrows were furrowed again. Her eyes were crossing. She clearly had been studying for hours. You took the book out of her hands much to her dismay.

“Barnaby! Give me back my book!”

You just tutted as you held it out of her reach. “Now you need to relax. You got your panties all in a twist.”

She huffed at you and pouted her pretty little lips. Wow. You got distracted as you imagined them being around your cock. You were broken out of your daze as you felt Hermione climb into your lap.

She straddled you to try and get the book. You laughed as you threw it behind you. She scrunched her nose in anger.

“Baby girl,” your hands went to her blouse and pulled the shirt open. “You need to relax.”

Hermione gasped as your lips made contact with her perky breast. Your teeth grazed her collarbone before pulling her bra off with your teeth.

She shuddered in your lap. You smirked as you discarded her blouse and top on the deck. She threw her arms around you and pushed her boobs into your chest. She moved her hips moaning at the friction. She wasn’t wearing any panties so you felt her slickness coat your pant leg.

“You little whore. I bet you love this. Not wearing any panties and getting your boyfriends leg all wet.”

She mewled as you bucked your hips up into hers. Her hands went to pull your tie off and she threw it to the side.

You smirked as she practically ripped your shirt off. You pushed her off and she immediately took her skirt off. She kicked off her shoes and socks and then she was standing completely nude in front of you.

You undid your belt and slowly undid your zipper. She was bouncing from foot to foot as your cock sprang free. It’s tip was swollen and red. She quickly got down on her knees and stuck her tongue out.You were getting your submissive girl tonight.

She licked her lips as you took a step towards her. You took your cock in one hand and pressed the tip to her pouty lips. She gladly sucked. You moaned as she pulled your entire length into her mouth. She moaned around you as she ran her tongue up the vein on the underside.

Your hands went into her hair moving her face back and forth. Her eyes rolled back as your tip reached the back of her throat. She had slobber rolling down her chin. She brought her hands up to your balls and fondled them in her hands. She caressed the sensitive skin and gave a gentle tug.

You leaned your head back as your duck began to twitch. You pulled out hearing a pop from her swollen lips. She frowned up at you as you took your cock in your hands.

You brought your cock up and aimed at her face. She gladly stuck her tongue out as you cummed all over her face. Your cum dripped down her mouth and onto her chin. She moaned as she swallowed the cum on her tongue.

You smirked to yourself when you saw your masterpiece. Her breasts reflected the moonlight and she had made a mess on the deck with her arousal. Your smirk only increased when you saw her lick your cum off her fingers.

You checked your watch and saw you still had an hour left of your guys’ patrol. It was going to be long night.

[the-multifan-writer]

More Than A Friend

TW: lesbian sex, drinking, pet names, slowish burn (?), dildo, fingering, oral (both receiving)

Paring: Hermoine x Fem!reader

This was inspired by the song more than a friend by GIRLI it's so good go listen to it

I watch as she laughs at something Ron said the way her hands rub up and down his bicep. I grumbled and took another swig of my butterbeer already feeling some of the buzz “slow down there Y/N we do have work tomorrow” Harry says I roll my eyes but smile as his concern “I'll be fine Harry” I say not breaking contact from Ron and Hermione, Harry follows my gaze “you know instead of staring daggers at Ron you could just confess your feelings for her” I laugh “oh Harry I could never do that look at them she still as a thing for him” I say and sigh looking away “she doesn't she told me she wouldn't date him if it meant she could be the most powerful wizard alive” I smile “even then i can't ruin the friendship i mean we are roommates where would I live” “Hermione would never kick you out and if she does you always have a room in my home” Harry says and walks away. I sigh and order another butterbeer and make my way towards Ron and Hermione.

“Y/N settle this debate will you debate whos hotter the girl in the red dress or the girl in the black dress” Ron says clearly tipsy, I tap my chin and fake think “black dress for sure” I say “that's right see Mione, well i'll leave you girls im going to go get laid” he says walking to the girl with the black dress. “Such and intelectual debate you guys had there” I joke Hermione laugh “yea you know ron thinks with his dick” we laugh and I take a sip oof my beer and i catch a glimpse of Hermione through the now clear glass and she blew me a kiss, I choke and cough “are you ok Y/N'' she says fully concern for me “um yea I thought I saw something thats all but im fine” I smile, did she really blow me a kiss no she couldn't have right. We spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing.

Around 2 in the morning we parted ways and Hermione and I took a cab. When we got to our apartment we went to her room to talk, “did you see how drunk Ron got it was hilarious and when he started to dance on the tables I so thought we were going to get kicked out” Hermione says laughing I smile but roll my eyes when she’s not looking. I grab a pillow and sit on the floor while she goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth as she keeps talking my mine starts to daydream, and in it me and Hermione are making out and my hands are roaming her curves and she starts to kiss my jaw and lowers to my neck nipping and sucking, next thing I hear her calling my name but it sounds far away, I slowly open my eyes and see I’m know laying on the floor making out with the pillow and Hermione is looking at me confused I laughed it off and did some push up “just staying in shape you know” she shakes her head and finishes in the bathroom, and I go to my bedroom.

The next day it was our day off so we went to a small café near our apartment. After we ate we went our separate ways with me going home. At night Hermione came back “Y/N I’m home want to watch a movie I heard of this one new movie it’s supposed to be so hot” I walk to the living room and smile “sure put it on I’ll make some popcorn” I go make the popcorn and when I go to the couch the movie as just started “what’s it about” “about to girls that realize there lesbians and love each other” I inhale deeply a blush creeping up my cheeks. Half way through the movies the girls start making out and undressing I look over to Hermione and she’s already looking at me with a smile I quickly look away return to the movie, Hermione moves closer to me and gets under my blanket “just a little cold” she says my blush gets darker but I say nothing just nodding. When the girls in the movie start to get more Into it I again look over at Hermione and she again was looking at me, and it’s as if time stopped as she leaned towards me and kisses me.

I’m in shook at first, my best friend just made the first move she kissed me “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that I don’t know what came over me” she says pulling away but I pull her back and kiss with all the passion in my body “it’s ok” I say resting my four head against her, she smiles and we get into a heated make out. Hermione started kissing down my neck and sucking and nipping there leaving behind love bites that I would wear with pride tomorrow. She went lower pushing up my shirt and I take it off, she pulls my bras down and tits bounce from there release . Hermione licks and nibbles on my nipple and I arch my back and moan from the pleasure she switches to the left one and repeats it untold my nipple pebbles, once she gets the reaction she wanted she goes lower and removes my panties “wow your so wet baby” I moan “all for you only you” I say lifting my hips to get her to touch me where I need it most. Hermione slaps my thigh causing me to whimper “don't rush I’ll touch you” she says and takes one of fingers from my pussy to my clit circling it, she lowers herself and takes my clit in her mouth sucking and licking at it. I rake my fingers through her hair and pull her closer “oh mione that feels amazing dont stop” she moans moving her tongue faster she brings one of her hands up and plunges two fingers in me curling them hitting that delicious spot.

I throw my head back arching my back from the pleasure as I close my eyes, I see stars from all the pleasure. Hermione thrust her fingers faster shaking her head spreading my wetness all over her face, she messages my g-spot and I let out a silent scream cumming all over her face and fingers she continues kitten licking my clit, extending my organs and I have to push her away from over stimulation. “Let’s go to my room” she says after I caught my breath I kiss her deeply tasting myself and pull her towards her room, when we get in I say “let me return the favor” and push her on the bed straddling her wait. I remove her shirt and see that she’s bra less I smirk taking one of her pebbled nipples in my mouth nipping and sucking it Hermione pulls my hair and I groan moving to her other nipple. Before I continue my journey I suck two love bites on each breast, I then start kissing down her body leaving kisses as I go. When I reach my destination I put her legs over my shoulders and take her clit in my mouth licking and sucking on it, I go to her opening and lick up all her juices and moan at her taste, Hermione pushes my face deeper in her pussy and I bring one of my hands up plunging two fingers and curling them and messaging her g-spot. She moans and arches her back shoving her pussy closer to my face I go back to her clit nip at it gently and suck it to sooth it I continue that rhythm thrusting my fingers faster and faster and Hermione cums all over my face with a loud moan. When I pull away I look at her in her post orgasm glow and climb over her to kiss her hitting her lower lip and our tongue fight for dominance with Hermione winning, a minute later we pull away gasping “give me a second let me get something” she says pushing me aside I lay on the bed and watch her go to her dresser and pull something out that I couldn’t see at first but when she turned around I saw it was a double ended dildo. I bite my lip and sit up “when did you get that” I ask “um about a month ago. I’ve been throwing hints at you but you missed all of them” she says laughing I blush and look away “you should have said something” “well it doesn't matter now does it we’re here now” she says getting on the bed pushing me to lay down.

Hermione rubs the dildo through tummy folds and then slowly pushes it in my pussy, I let out a small moan and then she places the other end in her and climbs me like we are about to scissor each other. Once our pussies were touching we started to grind onto each other, our clits rubbing against each other to add to exquisite pleasure, I throw my head back and moan her name “move faster please” I moan out and she does and grounds harder into me. We bring our hands and rub each other clits and we start panting “I’m so close” we say together we rub our clits faster and through our head back as cum on the dildo and I feel our liquids dripping down my folds and ass.

After a minute Hermione slowly gets off the dildo and pulls it out of me I whine and flop down on the bed. She throws the dildo at the end of the bed and lays down next to me “ I love” she says I gasp and smile “I love you to” I say and kiss her deeply and we fall asleep holding each other.

[sheloveshp]

Heartbreak - Hermione G.

(pt.1)

Hermione Granger x fem!reader

summary: how you and Hermione grangers relationship came to be about before it all came crashing down before you knew.

a/n: light smut/ multiple chapt prob./ felt like this was all over the place ngl :( also not proofread. pls send requests.

masterlist

Hermione and you are no Strangers to each other.

You and Hermione were often at eachothers necks, bickering and fighting. Some days are better, some days are worst. You and her didn’t want to admit it but after a few months, you began enjoying eachothers presence. Laughing together in class to taking her away from the yule ball to get some fresh air, after she got stood up.

Personally, you never had any problem with her parents being non sorcerers. Even when you talked you referred to them as non-sorcerers and not “muggles” or any sort of slur. Hermione noticed this and knew this was coming from a good place and wasn’t superficial.

After it has been going rather well between you it went downhill. Or so you thought…

One afternoon that built up anger that Hermione always seems to have stored up was about to explode. You and her were arguing over something so unnecessary that you took it outside the great hall. And thankfully you did.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid y/n!” Hermione said walking out of the great hall huffing and puffing.

“Me? Stupid? Are you even listening to yourself Hermione?!” You followed right after her and slammed her against the nearest wall, Hermione slightly grunting. “Yes! You’re stupid and I can’t believe you actually did that!” She yelled slapping your chest softly.

what happened?

As usual you were partnered up with Hermione, working on a project in class. When a Slytherin came up to you to “warn you“ about working with muggles. While Hermione was quiet, ate her anger up and left. You went and embarrassed that Slytherin in front of the whole class. Even turned her into a ferret for a minute.

When Hermione found out that you had her back she was confused. Firstly, why is this hot feeling spreading in her chest while thinking about you standing up for her?

Secondly, why would you want to risk your status in Slytherin for her? When this all goes bad and they start to bully you then you’ll be the one that gets hurt. Hermione didn’t want this and while she was just a Gryffindor, the Slytherins are your people. You’ll be the one that has to stick to them for the next years.

You took her hands into yours while she was holding back tears to help her ground herself again.

“Why do you always let people walk over you like this Mione?” You talked in a whisper now because you were genuinely curious. Hermione looked into your eyes and thought about how for the past year you were the one that had her back, always. You were such a strong character yet still so calming to her. This balance is what she needs in life. She needs you. Now.

Hermione Granger crashed her lips onto yours. Although, at any given moment a teacher or a student can walk by and witness this Hermione felt so safe. This is a feeling she never really had here in Hogwarts. She never felt at peace here.

And if you didn’t reciprocate any good feelings she might have towards you, she probably won’t be okay but at least she has had this moment.

Finally, you came to a realization as to what is happening. Should you really do this. A mud blood Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Was this okay? At this moment, you just went for it, cupped her cheeks and went for a deeper kiss.

Hermione pulled away to catch her breath. “I hope this is okay, y/n.” she breathed out.

Fuck it.

“Do you want to come up to my room, love?” You said as you bite her earlobe and breathed onto her neck almost intoxicated by her perfume.

“Yes.” Hermione said, leaning into you like a shy girl and biting down on her smiling lips. You took her hand and made a run to your room since everyone is at dinner. Thankfully, Slytherins didn’t share their room with anyone.

Once you smuggled her into your room, Hermione left all that frustration she has out on you. Throwing you down on your bed, she started to kiss down your lips and moved downwards.

Knowing where this was going you tried to grab your wand out from your bedside table to lock the door and soundproof it.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked confused as she looked up from leaving hickeys all over your neck.

„Yes, sweetheart i just want you to be the only one to hear me.“ You spoke a few spells while Hermione took of your clothes.

„Miss Granger isn’t as nice as they say she is.“

„You’ll see how nice I really am once I really get started with you.” she almost growled while sucking on your tits.

It felt really nice to have Hermione being this open towards you and being comfortable enough to show you this side of her. There were many sides of her and you wanted to get to know them all.

Keeping eachother up the whole night, both of you were snuggled up in bed. Thankfully it was a Saturday morning, so both of you had nowhere to be right now.

Before you dozed off, you kept thinking about how beautiful Hermione is and that there is no way you’re going to let her go and have this be a one time thing.

You liked her and having her sleep so peaceful in your arms, must be a dream come true.

That was until your dream, became known to spectators that were not fond of your bond.

[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

happy birthday - h. g.

summary; hermione fucks you while everyone's in the house for her birthday party.

warnings; FEM! READER, age gap (reader's in her twenties, hermione in her 40's?? idk) SMUT (fingering, toys - strap, vibrator, scissoring, reader calling hermione "mommy").

a/n; I'm so sorry how short this is but I am quite busy and I only got the idea today.... hope u still like it tho. ALSO THIS IS HERMIONE GRANGER DAY!

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it was hermione's birthday party

all of her friends we're there; ginny, her husband harry and their kids, ron, bill and fleur and their daughter, remus sirius, teddy, tonks, fred, george, angelina, katie, charlie, percy, molly, arthur, luna, neville and his wife hannah. . . everyone.

currently, you all were eating a cake that molly baked. strawberry one, which hermione liked the most.

she was seated next to you, her hand on your thigh right under the skirt of your pink doll dress. it was surprisingly a hot weather today but that's not why you wore it. you knew it was hermione's favourite. everytime she saw you in it, you ended up getting fucked in your shared bedroom.

and hermione knew that. she knew what kind of a tease you were.

and she made sure to make you pay.

she slid her hand into your panties, not waiting a second before finding your hole and pushing two fingers in there.

you choked on your apple juice you were just drinking.

"you okay, y/n?" asked tonks.

"yeah, darling, what's up?" said hermione with a slight smirk tugging on her lips that no one else could see.

"i'm okay," you answered with a surprisingly normal voice.

your girlfriend started thrusting her fingers out and inside of you at a fast pace while having a conversation with harry and ginny about something happening at the ministry.

you had a hard time keeping yourself calm and quiet. you clenched your thighs together in hope she would stop (you weren't uncomfortable, no, just the thought of anyone finding out what's going under the table made you shiver), but then hermione sent you a sharp look and because you were obedient little girl, you spread your legs again.

you started meeting her thrusts with your hips, you needed her deeper. and right then, she hit the spot that made you see stars.

you gripped her clothed thigh, letting her know that you were close, but she knew that already by the way your pussy clenched around her fingers like you wanted to keep them inside forever.

you hid your face into the crook of her neck, breathing hard as hermione hit that spot over and over again. thankfully nobody was paying much attention to you, they just thought how adorable you two are.

your first orgasm of that evening made tears sprung into your eyes as any other that hermione gave you. she kept thrusting as you calmed down and when it became too much, you grabbed her wrist pulled her fingers out.

you wiped your eyes and moved away from her just as luna said, "you seem like you're hot, y/n, are you sure you're alright?"

"actually," you began, "i don't feel very well, i think i might go and take a nap."

everyone was telling you to get well soon as you and hermione stood up, your girlfriend saying that she will take care of you before returning to them.

when you got into your shared bedroom, you immediately reached out for hermione's present you got for her.

she sat on the bed as you sat on your knees in front of her, watching her unwrapping the gift.

"oh, you dirty girl!" she grinned as her eyes landed on a pink vibrator and a strap of the same colour.

you smiled and pecked her lips. "happy birthday, mommy."

"thank you, dove." she put the box next to her and took your face in her hands. "what if we try them, hm?" you nodded vigorously, your whole face lighting up at the idea. "yeah, is that what you want? to get fucked in a house full of people?"

you hooked your fingers around the waistband of her trousers, glancing up at her, eyes batting. "please, mommy."

"well, since you asked so nicely, who would i be to say no? get on the bed, little dove."

you happily did as you were told.

as hermione took off your panties, she asked, "what do you wanna try first? the vibrator or the strap? oh, or how about we use both?"

you couldn't help but clench your thighs at that.

hermione chuckled. "someone's a bit excited, aren't they?"

you helped getting your girlfriend out of her clothes, excited to see every inch of her beautiful body. she then helped to get you out of your dress, smirking when she saw you weren't wearing bra.

after everything was ready, you, with spread legs, patiently waited for hermione to push the strap inside you and put the vibrator on your clit but when she finally did, you threw your head backwards, your back arching to the pleasure.

hermione knew you won't be able to keep quiet and she wanted to hear you so she casted the silencing charm and locked the door.

she started moving fastly and so deliciously deeply, making you moan "mommy" over and over again.

hermione watched you in awe. she was sure there was no more gorgeous view than you during sex.

you've never felt this good in your entire time, full with hermione's dick, the vibration on your clit and the grip on your hip that surely will leave a bruise.

you started to tear up as the tip of the dick kissed the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out hermione's name over and over again like it was the only word in your vocabulary.

the second orgasm hit you harder than the first one in the dining room. you screamed in pleasure, gripping the sheets under you as your knuckles turned white.

you whimpered when hermione pulled out and turned the vibrator off, your eyes widened when she climbed on the top of you, putting on oyour hands above your head and one of your legs over her shoulder.

"you think you can cum one more time for me?"

you know you could and you wanted it more than anything in the whole world.

"mommy," you moaned as hermione started grinding her pussy against yours, her head thrown back, her breasts in your hands.

"you wanna suck on them, dove?" she asked even though she knew you wanted. you didn't hesitate before swirling your tongue around her nipples.

hermione gripped your ankle as you sucked and your clits bumping to each other repeatedly as you hum around her nipple.

"love you're gonna make mommy cum," hermione moaned, speeding her grinding until she was almost jumping.

"oooh!" she came quickly than expected, you following close behind.

hermione colapsed next to you, breathing heavily, calming herself down from the orgasm. she smiled and looked at you.

"what if i tell everyone to leave and we'll have a second round? and then another one?"

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 8

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!reader, strap on use, hermione has a praise kink actually it's canon, so much fluff it's almost gross

Note: ok a few chapters back i mentioned that it would be the last fun one but i lied clearly bc this one's just fluff

i'm just not ready for it to get dark yet! i got a little carried away with this one but hopefully it's enjoyable bc i had a lot of fun writing it

there's strap on use as stated in the disclaimer but little elements of g!p as well (kinda) i've added asterisks before the smut so feel free to skip it if u don't want to read!

alright thats it, i hope u enjoy, let me know what u think!

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj

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chp 9

The end of term is finally here, accompanied with a feeling of impending doom you just couldn't shake.

You had no choice now but to see your parents.They had sent an owl with a letter containing the date of your initiation. It is in 3 days time.

Waving your wand, the clothes you had folded earlier slowly floated in place inside your trunk. Scanning the room you noticed there were still a lot of things you had to put away. Packing was never something you enjoyed. You actually found the entire process dreadful. Although, the use of magic did make it bearable. You couldn't imagine doing it all by hand.

You suddenly feel your cat nudge your leg slightly with his forehead. A white tabby, you've had him since first year. Basically one of the very few constants in your life. You've always had a love for cats because you found it easy to establish a mutual respect. Sometimes you prefered their company over humans.

He nudges your leg again before meowing.

"What is it sweet boy, are you hungry?"

Walking over to his food bowl you noticed it was still partially full. His water bowl left untouched since you last filled it up this morning.

You watched as he walks up to the front door, he began to scratch at it and you grow even more confused.

Before you could start to question it you hear a knock coming from the other side.

"Who is it?"

Taking a step closer you reached for the handle but decide to wait for a reply before opening it.

"It's me, quick let me in."

An involuntarily smile forming on your lips.

Your cat cleverly moving out of the way as you pulled the door open.

Crookshanks rushed his own way inside before you tugged on Hermione's arm, quickly guiding her inside your room. You looked around making sure nobody saw before closing the door.

Your girlfriend greets you with a long kiss which you happily reciprocated.

Hermione steps away from you and begins to look around as if inspecting the state of your messy room.

"How did you even get in here?"

Hermione smiles before holding up Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Wow, I'm surprised he let you borrow it."

"He doesn't know, I nicked it when he wasn't looking."

Your girlfriend admits proudly and you playfully let out a gasp.

"Hermione Granger, I think I might be a bad influence on you." You quip.

Your hands move to rest on Hermione's waist and she wraps her arms around your neck instinctively.

"I think you might be right."

She says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"But I kind of like it." Hermione whispers, inches away from your face.

You smirk, pulling her in even closer.

"Good." You say, matching her tone.

You leaned in with intention to kiss her again but Hermione turns her head before you could.

Quietly studying your girlfriend's expression as she watched the cats. They've long stopped chasing each other around the room they're now curled up licking each other clean on the foot of your bed.

"Do you have to leave right away?" Hermione asks turning her head to look at you once again.

Your hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No. Technically I have about a day before I absolutely have to go home. Why?"

Hermione doesn't answer for a moment instead she fiddles with the pendant on your necklace nervously.

"What is it, my love?"

Your gentle hand on her lower back must have soothed your girlfriend enough as she eventually found the courage to continue.

"Do you maybe want to come home with me and meet my parents?"

Taken aback, you take a few seconds to deliberate but Hermione was quick to mistake your silence for disapproval.

"If you don't want to it's alright. I'd just- I would love for them to get to know you-"

Hermione stutters and you reach out, holding her face with both your hands she's now forced to meet your soft gaze.

"I would love to meet your family. Just as long as you're sure."

Hermione grins, evidently relieved at your response.

"Really? It would help to have you with me, I don't want to be alone when I have to- you know when it's time."

"I understand." You assure her and she visibly relaxes again. Hermione moves to nuzzle her face in the crook of your neck and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

You could only imagine the pressure Hermione must be in. How selfless she is to even consider obliviating her own parents. She will be doing it to prevent the hurt they might go through in the event of losing her.

If it ever came down to it you weren't entirely sure if you could do the same. Hermione's bravery knows no bounds, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to envy her. You admired her a great deal. You want more than anything to preserve her happiness as best you can.

Going against the Dark Lord was one way of ensuring it. So it's something you'll do without hesistation.

"But we can't go anywhere until you're done packing." You let go of her and Hermione gestures to the mess of unfolded clothes scattered across your room.

"I am done."

Hermione gives you an incredulous look.

"Well, mostly." You admit cheekily, enjoying how annoyed Hermione is getting at your failure to take things seriously.

"Come on, I'll help you pack." Hermione tugs on your arm but you don't budge.

"But-" You say grabbing her hand instead, holding her in place.

"Im not sure if you're aware. There are many fun things we could do in my room that doesn't involve packing."

You swiftly pull Hermione closer by the belt loop on her jeans.

A small gasp escapes her lips at your sudden action and you took the opportunity to capture her lips into a searing kiss.

Your girlfriend entertains you for a few moments, kissing you back deeply as she rest her hand on the back of your neck.

Quickly moving your own hand underneath her shirt, resting it on the small of her back. Hermione shudders at the feeling of your warm hand against her bare skin.

You plant a kiss on her jaw, and then her neck, nipping at it before you hear Hermione's breath hitch in her throat.

"Okay let's make a deal." Your girlfriend says trying her best to keep her voice firm.

"We finish packing and–" Hermione stands on her tiptoes so she can whisper directly into your ear.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

You feel a sudden rush of arousal, Hermione always knew exactly what to say.

"Whatever I want?"

Your girlfriend peering at you with feigned innocence. She nods before biting her lip knowing very well the effect it had on you.

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"What about this one?" Hermione holds up a dark green pullover that you hadn't seen since the beginning of term.

"Honestly forgot I even had that. We can toss it." Instead of adding it to the pile your girlfriend holds onto it. It quickly became clear what she was asking of you.

"Well unless you want to keep that one–"

"Do you want it?"

You chuckle at the sight of Hermione's eyes lighting up at your suggestion.

"It smells like you." Your girlfriend says under her breath and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"Alright, that's the last of it." You say, shutting your trunk.

You attempt to push it closer to your front door but it barely budged. Hermione notices you struggling and lets out a laugh.

"Here, let me help."

"Excuse me." Your girlfriend whispers before stepping in between you and the trunk, standing close enough that her ass was brushing against your front.

Before you could move out of her way, Hermione bends over. Her ass now flush against your groin. Clearly a deliberate move to get a reaction out of you, she makes no effort to push the trunk.

"Hermione–" You groaned.

"Hm?"

You've seemed to have urged her on as she pushes herself up against your front again. Your hands move to grip her waist.

Hermione stands up right but doesn't try to move away from you.

"Do you find pleasure in taunting me, Miss Granger? You growl directly into her ear and Hermione's hand finds the back of your neck.

You watched as she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth, stiffling a grin.

She really is enjoying is.

You expertly flipped Hermione around by her waist. Capturing her lips with yours kissing her hard. You take her bottom lip in between your teeth tugging at it before kissing her again, your tongue enters her mouth and she lets out a whimper against your lips.

Your hands move to her thigh swiftly, you lifted Hermione up, carrying her to your bed.

She keeps her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

Hermione arches her back, your groin now flush against hers. You began moving your hips, grinding against her center. Your girlfriend lets out a moan, throwing her head back against the pillow.

You take the opportunity to place a sloppy kiss against her neck, you open your mouth, biting down. Earning a louder noise from Hermione.

"Fuck, you drive me insane."

You say against her neck.

Hermione only lets out another whimper in response. She takes your hand moving it to the hem of her jeans.

"Please, touch me." Your girlfriend pleads.

Quickly obliging, you unbutton her jeans, slipping your hand inside. Your palm finds her clothed center. You apply pressure and Hermione quickly starts grinding against your hand.

She's now a writhing, panting mess underneath you.

The mere sight drove you crazy.

You slip your hand underneath her underwear, your thumb applying pressure against her already sensitive clit. Hermione's grips the back of your neck as she chokes out a moan. You move two fingers to her entrance pushing inside until you were knuckle deep. Your girlfriend's mouth falls open as you began pumping in and out of her at a rough pace.

"Yes.."

She breathes out and you take it as a sign to move your fingers harder and deeper.

Hermione's hand moves to grip the sheets and you knew she was already close.

You try your best to keep the steady pace, made slightly difficult with her walls contracting against your fingers with every stroke.

Your hear her breathing get shallow and her hold on your neck tightens. Hermione moans loudly as the blinding orgasm rips through her.

You pull out of her bringing your fingers up to your mouth, licking them clean. Hermione watches you with a darkened gaze before lifting her head to kiss you, deep and hungry.

You plant a kiss against her forehead before moving off her.

Hermione whines in protest and you only chuckle darkly. You lift your own sweater above your head, signaling that you were far from done.

"Take off your clothes baby, wait there."

Hermione does as she's told.

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You grabbed your wand quickly before walking towards the bathroom, shuting the door behind you.

Saying the spell as you waved your wand, a flesh coloured appendage appearing by your groin. A makeshift strap on. You found out that muggles had used it for sex sometimes and you honestly thought it a genius invention. You took it upon yourself to conjure your own.

You managed to create a version that was not only functional but allows you to actually feel her. In a way it acted like an extension of you.

Yes. A spell that could go terribly wrong if not done properly ofcourse, but what's a fun sex life without a little risk?

Walking out of the bathroom you're met with the sight of your girlfriend laying naked on the bed.

You make eye contact and watched as Hermione's eyes flit down to the length between your legs.

She licks her lips in anticipation.

"Come closer."

Hermione crawls to the foot of the bed meekly waiting for you to approach.

You stepped closer, hand moving to the back of her head your fingers getting lost in her hair.

You guide her forward and she catches on quickly. Wrapping her hand around your length before running her tongue across the tip, watching your reaction.

"Suck it."

You command and Hermione does exactly that.

Throwing your head back you breathe in deeply, suppressing a moan. Her mouth felt amazing. Hermione was really good at that, she's good at everything.

You feel the tip of your strap touch the back of her throat and let out a gasp.

She is taking you so well.

You groaned.

"Good girl."

Hermione hums in response and continues moving her skillful mouth against you.

You can feel your release approaching, gripping her hair you tug on it slightly, urging her to stop.

"Ok– okay that's enough." You guide her face up, kissing her.

"Lay back."

Hermione leans back and you quickly climb on top of her.

Your length brushing against her core, Hermione rolls her hips desperately.

"Ready?"

Your girlfriend nods quickly, lifting her leg up to wrap it around your waist. Giving you easier access.

You guide the tip to her entrance, thrusting forward slowly.

Watching as her eyes widen at the feeling of you inside her. Her hands gripped your back, fingernails digging into your skin.

You thrust your hips forward again, Hermione lets out a loud moan shutting her eyes.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight."

Hermione clenches around your length, her nails digging into your back painfully.

"Faster– please."

Your girlfriend begs and you push forward, harder and faster.

Soon finding a momentum.

Hermione's now moaning and panting at every thrust of your hips. You feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach.

"You're so perfect, Hermione. My sweet, perfect girl."

Your endless whispers of praise only pushing her closer to her release. Hermione's cunt throbbing around your length as her orgasm creeps up on her, hard and fast.

You pant, reaching your own climax soon after her.

You slumped forward, both your chests heaving as you tried to recover.

Hermione places a kiss on your cheek and another on the corner of your mouth.

You move to rest your head against her chest.

"I love you." Hermione utters breathlessly.

You lift your head, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too, so much."

Hermione pulls you in for a kiss, surprisingly soft and tender.

"Can you go again?" You ask and Hermione nods, not hiding the blush forming on her face.

"Good, get on top."

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The train finally departs and Hermione joins you in the carriage. Sitting next to you.

You draped your arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Last night was amazing."

You let out a laugh at the sudden confession.

"Yes it was." You turn towards her and Hermione lifts her head off your shoulder to look at you.

Her hand moves to your hair, running her fingers through it. She knows you loved it whenever she did that.

"You were amazing." Hermione's voice low, you catch her looking down at your lips.

"Careful."

"Don't get me going, I will have my way with you right here, in this carriage."

You warn, glancing at her lips.

"Maybe you should."

Hermione taunts and you smirk.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'd fuck you right here, have you screaming my name for everybody to hear."

Hermione grabs the hem of your jacket crashing her lips against yours. Her tongue enters your mouth and for a second you believed that you would actually have sex right then and there.

"Uh– you lot are in a public space, please show some consideration."

Ginny quips before entering the carriage, sitting across from you.

You stopped making out, Hermione buries her face in your shoulder, feeling embarrassed.

"We technically were in a private space until you came in." You retaliated.

Ginny grins.

You've always liked her, the funnier and overall superior Weasley. You don't hang out often but whenever you did it was always a fun time.

"So Harry told me about the plan."

"He did what–"

"Oh that thickhead." You scoffed.

Hermione shakes her head clearly dissaproving the same way you were.

"Well that's fantastic. Yeah, really great. Who else did he tell?"

You were annoyed. If the wrong person overheard it would be over for you.

"Ok I agree Harry can be thick sometimes but we can trust Ginny." Hermione says, stroking your arm at an attempt to soothe you.

"Yeah relax. Besides, he tells me everything. I promise your secret's safe with me."

You say nothing in response, looking out the window trying to keep a level head.

"Do you really think it'll work?"

Ginny asks and you turn to look at her. Your gaze shifts to Hermione for a moment before answering.

"I've gone over it a million times in my head. It'll work."

You look out the window again.

"It has to." You mutter and Hermione grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.

"Alright."

"Listen, if you ever need an extra hand I can help." The ginger haired girl says lowering her voice.

You nod, giving her a genuine smile. You appreciated the offer.

"Thanks, Ginny."

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"That was odd." You say as you lifted Hermione's trunk up the stairs, walking to her parents home.

"What was?"

"The man that drove us here. Do muggles always ask that many personal questions?"

Hermione laughs.

You sat her trunk down on the veranda.

"He was curious, some taxi drivers just enjoy chatting to new people."

Your eyebrows knitted together. You supposed that made sense.

"Oh."

"Ready?" Hermione asks before fishing her house keys out of her pocket.

You give her a nod before taking in a sharp intake of breath.

Opening the door you both step inside.

"Mum, dad, I'm home!"

Her mum comes down the stairs, beaming as she sauntered over to the two of you. Enveloping your girlfriend in a long embrace.

Hermione did look a lot like her mother. Especially around the eyes.

Mrs Granger releases her daughter from her embrace and turns to you.

"You must be y/n, Hermione has told me so much about you."

She surprises you by pulling you into a hug as well. You reciprocated quickly as a polite gesture.

"It's very nice to meet you Mrs Granger, you have a wonderful home."

"Oh please, call me Monica."

She takes her hand in yours and you smile at her gallantly.

A man walks out of the kitchen and rushes over to the three of you, practically lifting Hermione up as he hugged her.

Hermione lets out a real laugh and it's like music to your ears.

"Hey pumpkin."

"Hi, dad"

"Y/n I assume?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes sir, that's right. It's a pleasure to meet you." You hold your hand out for him to shake and he pulls you into a hug instead.

You were stunned for a moment.

A family of huggers.

Physical affection was rare in your own family, it wasn't something that was freely given. Any type of affection was something you had to earn, like a reward.

"Come, you got here just in time for dinner."

Hermione's dad lets go of you and guides the two of you to the dining table.

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You liked Hermione's parents, they were warm and generous. You quickly realised why Hermione is the way she is.

"Thank you for dinner Monica, it was delicious."

"You're most welcome y/n. I'm glad you're here, we've been wanting to meet you for awhile now."

Hermione grabs your hand on the table giving it a squeeze.

Mrs Granger stands up colleting the plates, she walks over to the sink.

"Please, let me help."

You grab Hermione's plate and yours, giving her a quick smile which she reciprocated.

You are stood silently washing dishes for awhile before Mrs Granger breaks the silence.

"You're really good for her, you know."

You glanced at her but stayed silent and she continues.

"I've never seen her this happy. I'm just glad she has you."

"Thats very kind of you to say Monica but I'm certain that I'm the lucky one."

"Hermione's a very special girl." You respond fondly.

Her mum nods in agreement, tears well up in her eyes and you panic for a moment. Afraid you'd said something to upset her.

"You promise to look out for her won't you? I don't know exactly what's happening in your world right now but promise you'll look after her?"

"Ofcourse. I'll protect her with my life. You have my word."

A tear falls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away.

"Thank you y/n–"

"I appreciate you saying that."

[yoongiboongipoongi]

i just got introduced to the world of dramione fanfiction… call me weird i dont care

the dark romance??? the enemies to lovers??? the smut????? the slow burn?????? the trauma????? i will NEVER get over it

i read manacled and secrets&masks, i CANT they were sooooosososossoosos fucking good genuinely

im abt to read the auction

does anyone have any other good dramione recs that are similar to these????

[ayyeitssarahh]

Kinkmas Day 7-Hermione Granger(Stockings)

TW: Stockings, slight choking, eating out, fingering. (That's it I believe but if I missed any, lemme know! Also sorry this is super late, I've been last but I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:564

Sitting next to Mione at Slughorn's dinner is proving to be not as boring as I thought. My hand is on her thigh and hers is on mine. 

Listening to Slughorn’s talking is making me sleepy. My eyes slowly begin to close before I felt a squeeze on my thigh, 

I sat up abruptly and looked at Hermione. She continues to sip her drink but I stare at her with a questioning look. 

I turn back to my food only to see everyone looking at me. My cheeks turned red and I looked down.

“You know, Thank you for dinner Professor but Y/n isn’t feeling too well so I am going to take her back  to our dorm.” She said quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me from my seat. 

I say a quick thank you and follow after her. 

“What was that Mione?!” I ask her, confused. 

She drags me in the dorm and closes the door, using her want to lock the door. 

She pushes me on the bed and lifts my dress up. 

Running her hands up my thighs, she hooks her hands around my stockings, pulling them down. 

“Hermione. What are you-ggg” I start to say before she shoves my stocking in my mouth.

“You keep those there darling, I wanna eat you in peace.” She says before leaning forward and giving my pussy a quick kiss. 

My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed and she begins to suck. Swirling her tongue over my clit. 

My hands go to her hair and pull slightly. She pushed her head in more, shaking it side to side slightly, her nose nudging my clit every so often. 

I move up, slightly choking on the stockings. I take them out of my mouth and throw them on the floor next to us to be dealt with later. 

“O-Oh Merlin!” I mutter. I feel her chuckle against me before I feel a finger prod my hole. 

“Mione!” I said, as she put her middle finger in me, slowly thrusting as she continued to suck. I feel my orgasm build quickly. My legs start to shake and next thing I know, My legs clamp around her head and I'm cumming all over her face. 

Pulling her finger out, she grabs my legs, pulling them apart and continues to lick my pussy, letting me come down from what just happened. 

When she sits up, she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and she smiles. 

“Thanks for that lovely. I really needed it after seeing you in that dress all night and not being able to do anything.” She said leaning over me. 

I get up onto my elbows, still breathing heavily and smile sleepily.

“You’re welcome baby. But that turn of events made me tired so can we please sleep?’ I ask her and she gets up and heads to my dresser. 

“Yes, let's change into our pajamas and then we can go to sleep” She said walking back over with my Pj’s in her hand. 

We quickly change and then get under the covers. I lean my head on her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair. 

“I love you my sweet girl.” She mutters quietly. I hmm back, too tired to speak, but she knows I heard and she knows I love her back. 

[plscallmeeren]

O H , H A R R Y

Hermione Jean Granger x Luna Lovegood x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: you have been friends with the trio since first year and you've always been enthralled by Hermione and Luna, but only now in sixth year (for legal reasons everyone's an adult) are confessions made...... btw it's potions class and Harry has a crush on you (potions facts r all correct)

Warnings: Swearing; nipple play; magic strap-on/fake p; fisting; finger f; face f; power dynamics; bondage; top!reader; biting; anatomy ig; dirty talk of all kinds; threesome; anal; semi-public sex; porn with hardly any plot; out of character Hermione; damn idk stuff

Word Count: 3.6K+

You stared miserably at your cauldron in lieu of Snape's arrival. Luna sat next to you, doodling something in a notebook, completely unaware of your thoughts entangling with her.

In front of you, Harry and Ron were placed side by side, whispering about something. Hermione sat a way off, poring over her potions book as if she needed preparation for the lesson. Your heart nestled into your stomach mockingly as Ron looked her way adoringly.

What were you thinking? How could you be into two girls? Wasn't one bad enough? And what on Earth possessed you to think you had a chance?

But you had to tell them. At some point. For your own sake. So that you could move on. At least Luna, because Hermione would be harder to escape if things went south, considering you were in the same group of friends.

Your gaze wandered helplessly toward the Ravenclaw girl, searching her profile for something that might comfort you. Whatever that meant, you found it, because the sheer sight of her brought some joy to you - every single time.

Eventually Snape strode in, dramatic as always, impatiently beginning his lesson void of introduction, as if he weren't the one who had come too late.

"Valerian - recognising it. How tall-"

"One to two meters, sir," Hermione cut in enthusiastically, recoiling at the look he sent her in return.

"And are the blossoms or the leaves edible?" he continued, ignoring her. Apparently his gaze lingered on Luna for too long, however, because she answered easily: "Both. The leaves are harvested between May and June, the blossoms between June and July."

"That's not what I asked," he snarled, "and I don't recall calling on you, could that be, Miss Lovegood?" She held his stare better than anyone.

"Right. (Y/l/n), is the root dried before the common tincture is derived from its essence?" Snape sounded smug. Usually that was bad.

"No, it's not. And the tincture is said to be repellent of cruel spirits and similar." For a second you felt smug yourself. Then you remembered it was still bad.

"Also not my question. Now; who can tell me what real potion Valerian roots are essentially to-"

Hermione's hand was raised. Snape stared at her, looking almost surprised that she should suddenly be present and also have the nerve to remind him of this. She withered under his scrutiny, finally choosing to answer as he wasn't moving: "Draught of the living death, sir. I think, sir."

"I don't think I like your attitude, Miss Granger. Or yours, for that matter," he added meaningfully, glaring at you and Luna in turn. "Detention. All three of you. You'll be cleaning up the doubtless mess that will arise this lesson due to the jumping beans. No leaving after class."

You wished you could protest with the fact that you had a lesson the next period, but you didn't have one, just this once, and by the looks of it, neither did your friends. Harry and Ron looked at you pitifully.

This is the time. This is the day, a surprisingly loud voice inside you said. You gulped. Maybe it was. 

The lesson dragged as fitful bursts of imagination illustrated to you exactly which ways you could be explicitly shunned and exiled, while others portrayed perfect scenarios of reciprocation that partly led to some crazy classroom threesome. You felt almost guilty for thinking about them that way, but you were the last one encouraging these thoughts after all.

Finally, not that you had noticed, the two hours of anticipation faded away with the distant coaster of students packing their things. Snape loomed over Hermione, supposedly giving instructions. She winced at something he said and you were overcome with a strange sort of second-hand rage. Not the kind that made you move out your blood boil, but the kind that twisted some vital organ you couldn't place, deep down inside your gut.

He left, cape swooshing, and there you were.

You. Hermione. Luna.

You all looked at each other for a moment before Hermione began relaying Snape's tricks for catching the beans. They sounded awfully implausible. You all suspected they were only supposed to mistake it harder, but quiet prevailed as you got to work.

It was awkward silence. And you had no idea why.

This was not as usual. The three of you were quite close, or at least you were with both of them, and there was never any tension unless Luna brought up an unusual creature and stubbornly disallowed anyone from changing the subject.

Eventually you couldn't stand it any longer. "I have something to tell you. Both of you. To get off my chest."

They looked at you expectantly, abandoning the hopeless search for bouncing legumes.

"What is it?" Hermione, oh clever Hermione, with wit and smarts and pride.

"Yes?" Luna, lovely Luna, with daydreams and understanding and interest.

"I don't expect you to react to this," you continued uneasily, watching them exchange an unreadable look. "I really don't. I don't want it to change. Us. Anything. But it's not getting better, so this is the only way I can think of."

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes for a second to regain your composure. "I like you. Both of you. And I know that's weird. I know we're friends and I shouldn't but I really do. It's only become more with time, so... I don't know what else to do but tell you and..."

Hermione beamed. Luna laughed. Your brow furrowed.

"Oh, but that's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed, flinging herself at you so that you had to half catch her, not letting you finish.

"Wait- What do you mean, that's wonderful?" You asked, confused.

Luna smiled. "(Y/n), you can't imagine how wonderful this is," she started, approaching the part of the room where Hermione leaned against your frame. "Recently I admitted to Hermione that I felt for you also, and at first she was disturbed, because she had the same feelings, but then we realized that if you hypothetically felt back, there was no reason we couldn't share you. Or, more likely, that whoever you liked should have total allowance to act on their wishes."

You stared at her. This was a dream, right? Sure, Luna could be direct, but still...

You pinched your arm, simultaneously ecstatic and disturbed when it hurt. You looked at them both in turn again, Hermione pulling away a little from her impractical position. "So... the three of us? Together?"

"Yes."

"If you can handle both."

"Right." You clicked your tongue, eyes involuntarily roaming Hermione's body as she stood so close to you. "I don't know what to say now."

"What were you going to say?" Luna asked slyly, siding up to you as well.

"Well... I'm always thinking of you. In the library, when we study together," you lock eyes with Hermione, "and when we hang out. You're just never absent from my mind."

Hermione giggled, and your brows rose when you realized what she was thinking. Luna smiled coyly also, making you smirk. "Not really what I meant, but sure."

"Don't you think we should celebrate? Instead of moderately awkward sexual tension, I mean," Luna asked, keeping an entirely straight face.

"Oh, yes," Hermione agreed, grinning, lighting up as if she had just arrived at a spectacular idea. "I think I'll just pick up that bean."

She paced about two steps before leaning over slowly in a way that would never be suitable for catching something, showing off the perfect silhouette of her ass and legs. "Oops," she murmured when it jumped away.

You bit your lip, turning to Luna instead. Your hand found the nape of her neck where your fingers could reach the roots of her hair, your other securing her waist as you leaned in, kissing her slowly.

It was better than you had imagined it. More natural, more believable. It felt like melting into her. Your heart sunk between your legs.

Hermione, looking almost jealous, swung her hips as she walked, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other through your hair as if to drag you away.

You pulled back, eyeing her playfully before moving the hand that had resided on Luna's hip to the other girl's side, slowly finding your way to cup her ass. She gasped.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Each arm around a beautiful girl.

"You can do her first," the Ravenclaw whispered. "I don't mind watching."

"I wouldn't want to keep you out of the fun," you smiled wickedly. "Why don't you sit on that desk there, love?"

She obeyed easily, leaving a panting Hermione before you to focus on. "Sweet girl... why don't you cast a silencing and locking charm, will you?"

She nodded frantically, quickly pulling out her wand to do just that. Before she could, however, your mouth was on her neck, inducing a moan - more surprised than anything.

"S-Silencio," she stuttered, chest rising and falling fast as you slid the robe off her shoulders onto the floor.

You kissed her on the mouth then, her wand arm faltering as you muffled her groans, pulling off her jumper and top in one. Her wand clattered on the ground.

Next came her skirt and tights, ripped off her without a second thought, leaving her in black lacy underwear. You grinned. "Luna, honey, I'll need you to undress, too."

She nodded from the desk, immediately setting to work. You looked back at Hermione as she stared up at you, practically awaiting judgement. "Pretty girl," you cooed, "if only I had known you'd been hiding this under all those clothes." She blushed. Blue and purple spots were already taking form on her neck.

You cupped her breasts carefully, massaging them with the palms of your hands until you could see her hardened nipples through the fabric. You unclasped the lingerie, diving down to her cleavage, sucking and biting and eliciting guttural moans and whimpers from her. A distant whining came from the direction of the desk also.

"P-Please, mommy, I want more-"

"Mommy, huh? Interesting," you interrupted her. "And what exactly would that entail?"

She only whined, resulting in a shrewd pinch of her left nipple. "I- I, uh... down there..."

"Use your big girl words, darling."

"I- I want you to f-fuck me."

"That's more like it," you purred. "But you'll have to wait a moment."

Turning to Luna, you raised your wand, catching her off guard as charmed ropes snaked around her wrists and ankles, finally grasping the table legs with considerable force. She panted in anticipation.

"Bet you're wondering where I learned that trick," you cooed, but didn't elaborate as you led Hermione with a hand on the small of her back towards Luna, gently applying pressure to her shoulders until she caught on, sliding to her knees before her friend's bare cunt with wide eyes.

"I'm gonna need you to eat her out, kitten. Can you do that for mommy?" You tilted your head mockingly.

"I, I've never done that before," she stuttered, "but I'll try..." Her mouth collided with Luna's pussy, ass naturally drifting upwards as she elicited soft moans from the blonde, who writhed against her magical bindings with a flawlessly arched spine.

You rounded on Luna, licking your lips at the sight of her plush breasts and perked nipples. You touched her right with the tip of your wand experimentally, relishing her passionate gasps as its cold effect startled her. You continued for about a minute, maybe more, playing with irregular hot and cold touches all over her cleavage.

She was moaning and whining more and more, hips bucking up into Hermione's face more often than not.

You returned to Hermione, standing behind her calmly before running a finger up one thigh, then the other. She groaned into Luna, causing a chain reaction. The same finger roamed around her pussy, poking at her lips once or twice before venturing up to her ass, circling her other hole. She whined as you pushed into her carefully, curling and uncurling a few times before retracting again, leaving her pussy heaving, longing. "Such a good girl."

"Please," she whimpered, muffled by the Ravenclaw's folds. You wanted to tease her, but couldn't find it in you to delay.

"You're so wet for me, it's adorable." Two of your fingers rubbed sidelong up her cunt, slowly edging deeper and deeper until you were inside her, searching for her g-spot, finding it, pounding against it so that she had to come away from Luna to breathe, whine, moan. The sinful sounds were so high they sounded fake, but the movements of her needy hips proved otherwise.

"Quiet, now, kitten," you mocked, only thrusting into her harder as Luna groaned from afar. "Or do you need more?"

She nodded quickly, but you weren't going to let her get away so easily.

"I need to hear you say it. C'mon, use that pretty voice of yours."

"I need more," she whimpered, hardly able to catch a breath long enough to speak. You grinned, groaning a guttural 'good girl' that sent Hermione over the edge. Her juices flowed freely over your fingers, but you didn't stop, merely slowing down a second before adding another finger, then another, so that the majority of your hand thrust in and out of her with every frantic intake of breath.

"You ready?" you purred, smiling as she nodded. The remaining thumb glided into her, your entire fist now hitting all the right places in her cunt.

"Oh, Merlyn, please-"

She slumped forwards into Luna's pussy, sending vibrations through the blonde girl. With one guttural moan, clenching around nothing, she came again, writhing in her bindings as Hermione's face remained attached to her slick, almost sliding away at any given time, swaying back and forth with every push of your joined digits.

You could feel her gripping your hand harder and harder, threatening to spill, to arrive-

You drew your fist out, eliciting a pathetic whine from the Gryffindor. "Good girl," you said softly, presenting your hand to her face, which she eagerly licked clean of her own juices. "I'm gonna need you to..." You leaned in close, whispering in her ear so that Luna could only strain to hear you. Hermione nodded eagerly, still breathing hard.

You held up your wand, closing your eyes in concentration to remember some of the charms your cousin (oh, the irony) had showed you a while ago. Finally, pointing down, you muttered the words, watching as an unfamiliar bulge formed in your pants. You pulled the trousers down, letting it spring up, ignoring the girls as you set to work again, finally managing to have the wand vibrate heavily in your hand.

When you turned back around, Hermione was obeying your first ask, tickling Luna all over her body as her already aroused cunt pulsated and clenched, her nipples going stiff. She jerked and spasmed on the very desk she had just before contemplated potions class.

You handed the brunette your buzzing wand, letting her place it on the Ravenclaw's clit. She shuddered, struggling to hold still. Your fingers ran over her middle, tracing the outline of her beautiful face and the roots of her silver hair. Thumbs gliding to the corners of her mouth where her head hung over the edge, gently prompting her to open up, meaningfully catching her eye. An endless string of whines and moans poured from her now that her lips were parted.

Slowly, she took your fake dick, gagging on it in a way that brought immense pleasure to you through this unreal sequence of nerves. Luna started sliding up and down it with those voluptuous lips, and before you knew it, it was you who was pushing down her throat again and again, the blonde giddy with stimulation and slight lack of air.

"You can come now, honey. Come from mommy fucking your face like the sweet girl you are," you said sweetly, and then she was gasping, her face better than any pornographic scenery, and then Hermione was whimpering at the sheer jealousy of another's orgasm, and you were so impossibly turned on that you couldn't stop yourself. Your own orgasm exploded in Luna's mouth, some leaking out onto her face as you pulled away, sorry you hadn't asked, but she looked so ecstatic you could have come again.

The angelic image; Luna, wise Luna, white flecks dripping down her cleavage and face, swallowing the same as she licked her perfect lips. Hair a mess, spread-eagle on the table where she would have to sit and learn the next day, mildly cross-eyed, pussy and breasts on full, parted display, a blunt portrait of pleasure.

You took the wand from Hermione, Luna sagging at the loss of stimulation. A simple flick and those gentle but stubborn ropes snaked back into the air, vanishing as their deed was done. "Why don't you get dressed, love? We'll go to my dorm and get comfortable," you suggested, but your grin was too curious to be innocent.

She reached for her wand on the neighboring desk among her discarded clothes, but you interrupted her actions. "Don't clean up here. Put your clothes on over it all." She glanced down at her dripping wet thighs, soaked pussy, thought of the cum on her face and cleavage - then smiled just as wickedly.

Your lips crashed against hers before she could proceed, however, removing her more obvious decor as they travelled to her chin, her cheeks, cleaning her up in a way so inherently harmless she laughed. You had always loved her laugh. "Go ahead."

You held out a hand to Hermione, who was resting on the stone floor, helping her up and sitting down on the next table before Luna. She intuitively sat down on your lap, groaning as she slipped onto your cock. She sat there, 'adjusting', as you both watched Luna get dressed.

"See her legs? All wet under her stockings, even as she'll walk through the castle. Think how many other people will see her like that, unaware of all the dirty things my girls have been up to," you murmur in her ear, earning a groan of frustration. She lifted herself up as if to fuck herself on your lap, but you pushed her back down again. "Don't tell me you still haven't had enough of being fucked, sweet girl? You still want more?"

She whimpered, bucking her hips against you as you rested your head on her shoulder carefully, kissing the side of her neck. Luna pulled up her skirt, awkwardly setting bra over wet skin.

"What would other students say, knowing you're so needy? That you and Luna both have drenched cunts and wanna be fucked? Have been fucked?"

Apparently movement wasn't necessary, because that was the moment Hermione squirted for the first time in her life.

"Good girl," you whispered one more time, one last shudder of approval, before lifting her off of you and charming away your helpful illusion.

She started getting dressed over her post-sex anatomy, managing to clasp on a bra and stockings. You were just buttoning up your trousers when the door creaked open. Hermione yelped, scurrying behind you automatically, Luna standing sagely, now fully dressed.

Harry and Ron stood paralyzed by the wooden door, staring. The former looked livid.

"How dare you? I thought you were my friends!" he yelled, glaring at Hermione and Luna in turn, noting the slick around the Gryffindor's face as well. "(Y/n) was mine! You knew I liked her, didn't you? How could you take her from me?"

"Oh, Harry," you sighed, effectively inaudible over his ongoing accusations and claims.

"Please, Harry," you said louder, making him stop, "I didn't realize. I'm sorry for hurting you. But I was never yours, or only as a friend. I'm sorry. But I can be with who I want, and that's nothing to take up with Hermione or Luna, either."

He was practically quivering with... what? Rage? Sadness? Frustration? Envy?

"Well, I think it's great, y'know," Ron intervened awkwardly. "The whole... being-with-you-want-thing. Real good. You should all be happy, is what I'm saying, I suppose. Although I do find that hard to say in the dungeons, but y'know. 'Is what it is."

He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders, turning him around slowly. "C'mon, mate. Uh, he's sorry and all, I think is fair to say. Just outta sorts, is all."

Harry seemed unable to withstand his friend's kind tug, dragging his feet over the dark stone in the opposite direction.

Hermione emerged from behind you, hand clapped over her mouth. "I can't believe I forgot to do a locking spell."

"Maybe you've forgotten, but that wasn't entirely your fault."

"Anyway," Luna interrupted as the Gryffindor appeared to be searching her memory, "let's hope nothing will go out of its way to stand between us anymore. Not even our friends."

"We won't let them either way," Hermione added, smiling brightly.

"Good to know." You grinned. This detention was certainly worth it.

[damsel-in-mistress]

Dramione drabble, 92 words

"Malfoy!" She drew a shallow breath, licked her lips.

Draco's head snapped up, silver gaze alert. The way she said his name made him shiver inside. He thrust again, deep and slow.

She gasped, arched towards him. "I hate you."

He smirked as her breathy confession ended on a moan. And then there was that one sound of hers again - his complete undoing. He all but growled as she ran her nails down his back, urging him closer, deeper.

His voice was strained, husky. "Merlin - I hate you, too, Granger."

[writtenbywings]

Battle Scars

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Summary: Returning to Hogwarts as a professor, Hermione bitterly encounters Draco Malfoy as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, throwing everything into chaos.

Hatred and lust slowly begins to burn between them, though only as they recall their final, secret year at Hogwarts.

Chapter word count: 2.5k

Link: Battle Scars

Please note this story is also on AO3 under Battle Scars - it’s a few chapters behind on posting, but will be updated soon! 

Type: Lemony, lemon, lemon---ade. Smutty lemonade. 

CHAPTER SIX

My first lesson had been a disaster, and my second ended with a fifth year in the hospital wing.

Really, was the Defense Against the Dark Arts role cursed? Or was I?

Word had spread throughout the school that I was incapable, and my fears were only confirmed when Professor Mcgonagall pulled me into her office after a 'particular explosion.'

"Miss Granger," she began, slightly organizing the quills on her desk, "it's been brought to our attention that the students aren't entirely fond of you."

"I got that." I replied, the smoke still coming from my hair. One of the Slytherin boys had planted a 'frizzy bomb' in my soup, and the whole thing had set me ablaze and green– a poision-like tinge taking the air, and all of my pride with it.

I had the unfortunate task of giving detention, which was a brutal two hours of dusting and potion bottle polishing. And for that, the feared Hermione became 'annoying Miss Granger.'

Things only got worse after homework was assigned, and my assignments took a gargantuan amount of focus in comparison to the other tutors. Adding, subtracting, dueling, flaming and dragon compelling.

Porth Watermaine – the head boy – was the first to hand in, receiving top marks and the misfortunate title of the teacher's pet.

He would be my favorite, for sure.

Professor Mcgonagall looked sympathetically toward me now, and twirled her wand to clear the last of the smoke off my hair. "Have you spoken to Mr Potter?"

"Mr Potter?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"Your friends, Miss Granger. Have you spoken to them?"

I thought for a moment, and then shook my head.

Ron had been busy with his new girlfriend in Sri Lanka, and Harry was renovating his house in London, a child on the way with Ginny. Even Luna had plans.

"I think it would be best if you had some social time, away from the school. It's our first term back, after all. And you're… losing your grip, so to speak."

"Professor, I'm–"

"Please, Miss Granger. I've been doing this a lot longer than you and I advise you to trust me."

I fought with everything in me not to frown, though found my brow pulling even at the mere thought of losing 'my cool' first term. Really, where was my head?

I cursed to think that Draco Malfoy had something to do with my distraction.

"Thank you, Professor." I nodded, and mustered all my dignity to walk out of her office with my head held high. The evening rolling into slow nothingness, bringing only bad dreams and restless sleep.

I was thankful when the birds began to sing, and I was a cup and a half of tea through my morning when an owl arrived– pecking impatiently at the glass window above my desk. Yawning groggily, I clipped the parchment from its mouth and offered a knut, before waving goodbye.

I didn't recognise the owl, nor the handwriting, though unpeeling the crimson wax from the single slip, I soon recognised the jumbled wording.

Neville Longbottom.

Now Head of Hufflepuff.

He was asking me for an afternoon drink down in Hogsmeade, and a catch up to rehash the past year. I couldn't think of anything better on a Saturday.

I graded my way through homework until mid-day, and arranged a new seating plan for the Ravenclaw girls that had a gossipy tendency, all but assigning the cream of the crop with the bottom of the food chain.

After all, where would beauty be without a little brain sometimes?

As two o'clock rolled around, I freed my curls from a messy-bun and exchanged my wizarding robes for an ivory dress that held a small bow at the cleavage. Matching accordingly with a pearl handbag and chunky sandals. Summery, and a little but too muggle-like for the streets of Hogsmeade, though sweet enough.

Neville had been waiting near the window when I arrived, choosing the best seat in the house for The Three Broomsticks– as a bustle of old timers had come to water their liver, and older students were playing 'enchanted darts' in the corner.

"Maybe we should have gone to the Leaky Cauldron." Neville said meekly, hugging me with one hand and letting the other dangle awkwardly at his side. We made pleasantries and gushed over one another, and I all but shook my head.

"This is perfect!"

Neville asked about new posting and expressed he really wanted the Gryffindor post. Though as I apologized and explained it had been forced upon me, he was all laughs and shrugs, glad to have at least one familiar face in the castle.

"It's weird, isn't it?" He said, ordering a Hugglesnuck wine and two blackfang shots. "That we're sitting beside all of these people in the staffroom and they used to tell us off for being out of bed too late."

My head was swimming at the flush of alcohol, and I all but laughed in my wine. "I haven't had the nerve to call Professor Mcgonagall, Minerva, to her face yet… though I'm slowly warming to the idea."

Neville chuckled. "I hate to think of what life might be like if Snape was still around. I don't think I could have go on any staff retreats with his moody backside."

I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. "And the students! They hate me."

"They do not."

"They do! I'm hated to the point that even the know-it-alls are shying away from me… I don't know what to do."

Neville passed over one of the inky looking shots, and in one, I knocked it back.

"They'll warm up to you. Intimidation isn't the same as hate."

I frowned. "You think they're intimidated?"

Neville snorted. "Of course! You defeated Voldemort. Your name is printed in some of the history books they're studying with. It must be a lot."

Now, I really felt bad.

"I didn't think of it that way."

Neville forced another glass of wine into my hand. "Hermione, it's the highest form of flattery. Drink! Forget about it."

I listened, and I drank.

And I drank some more– and a little bit after that. All the while unknowing that I had an admirer at the bar, who was minding a glass of scotch and a loose smirk.

"Who are you looking at?" Neville whispered, his fingers fumbling over some filter paper and funny looking tobacco. It smelt strongly of sugarcane and peppermint, sticking to his hands as he rolled a very fat looking cigarette.

"Someone at the bar." I replied, resting my chin on my hand. I looked down and let all of my curls fall, disguising my drunk blush from sight. Neville peered across and looked back with a cocked brow.

"Curt Shayne."

"Who?"

"He treats magical animals down in Bristol. A friend of Ron's brother… oh damn, what's his name?"

"Charlie?"

"Yeh. I met him once at a party."

Funny, I thought. I didn't know this man's face, nor his affiliation with Charlie Weasley.

"He's still looking." Neville said, to which I hissed.

"Stop. I don't want to know."

Neville laughed and I covered my face with my hand, feeling the room spin in slow, dull circles.

"I'm going to smoke this… are you coming?"

"No." I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "You have fun with your herby mixture."

"Suit yourself." Neville stood. "Grab us another drink from the bar."

I nodded, watching him worm his way outside, dreading the thought of a sober ride back to Hogwarts.

The notion pushed me from my chair, snatching my pearl purse and heading to the bar.

The one eyed bartender grunted, and I ordered in a small voice, trying to keep my eyes away from Curt Shayne three stools down.

He had other ideas, it seemed.

"Miss Granger." This stranger said, cocking an elbow onto the bar. "I like the sound of that."

I turned my head as if I was none-the-wiser, finding a head of dark-crimson hair and soft brown eyes. He was tattooed and amusing to look at, in a dirty way, and in a way that made you want to squeeze your legs together.

The bartender set two glasses of Scorchfield wine in front of me, and Curt tossed a few gold coins to the register– already paid for, already done.

"I… thank you." I said, "You are?"

"You know who I am." He laughed, nodding his head to the corner. "You were hardly quiet in the corner."

My skin felt like it would burn bright and shrivel into nothing, and all I could do was laugh in response.

"Ah, you caught me."

"Matter o' fact, you caught me… looking."

I tucked a curl behind my ear and feigned a disinterested look. "Did I? I thought you were lost."

Curt chuckled.

"Very cute."

Very cute, I thought to myself. He felt as dangerous as Malfoy.

"Can I interest you in a drink alone?"

"You mean away from my chaperone?"

"The one who has just disappeared and left you all alone, yes."

I chewed the inside of my cheek and tried not to smile too hard, liking his flirtation a little too much.

Someone sat a little too close next to me, and I jerked in response, feeling a hard shoulder press roughly into my back. I spilled a little of my wine and apologized to my new friend, all the while nursing my dignity.

"I'm sorry," I laughed, "I think I've had a little too much."

Curt didn't care, clearly enjoying being closer.

I thought nothing of my aggressive neighbor, until a familiar cologne flooded my senses– and it took everything within me to not look sharply right, and confront the man I knew to be Draco Malfoy.

"Are you okay?" Curt asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I swallowed thickly, trying to regain my cool. "I'm okay."

The shoulder in my back dropped a little, and I turned slightly to see a short-cut of white hair, and the shadow of a lanky height. The bar was big enough that he could have gone anywhere… and if he hated me, why was he persisting to shove into me so much?

The whole ordeal was making my head spin.

"Maybe some other time." I said to Curt. "As I said, my head is swimming."

He shrugged, all cool.

I liked him.

"Send me an owl if you wanna link up sometime."

I smiled softly. "I will… it was nice meeting you."

"You as well, Hermione."

I watched, a little frostbitten from his cool exterior, as he sauntered out of the Three Broomsticks– knowing I could have gone with him and had a little fun, or better yet, drank myself silly.

Though Mr Malfoy, who was now doing his best to inflict bodily harm, was digging like a thorn in my side.

"Can you move over?" I snapped, swirling around to direct the full brunt of my anger.

Malfoy looked none the wiser, though was two glasses into a whiskey bottle– a flaming dragon encrusted on the breast. He was wearing a black button shirt, the collar a little loose and his exterior more calmer. Though for me, he was anything but.

He swirled that cloudy, unsatisfied eye in my direction, and his other blue one followed it. A little bit of the old Draco in there, and too much of the new.

"He wanted to have sex with you." He muttered, his voice harsher than his words.

I felt my heart thump, and a swirl of rage threatened to spill out of me. "What has that got to do with you?"

Malfoy shrugged, pouring himself another whiskey glass. "It doesn't."

"Right. It doesn't. So, can you move?"

"No."

"Why?"

He shrugged again, and now my anger was well and truly boiled– bubbling over the edges of my sanity.

Now, I was drunk enough that I didn't care about the repercussions.

"What is your problem with me?"

"I don't–"

"The glaring, the nasty comments, the barging into me. If I didn't know you to be the pathetic shell of a human being, I'd say you were infatuated with me too much."

He looked away sharply, and I felt him slide just a fraction further away– granting more space.

"You hate me, I get that." I spat. "Though have some decency, will you? You're embarrassing yourself."

I pushed from the bar and went for the bathroom, feeling rage, hatred and fury burn into the wooden floor as I stormed away– my skin burning up. I felt a presence behind me, though thought nothing of it– merged between a sea of drinkers and a few stragglers from the street that had wandered in for some conversation. My hand was on the bathroom stall door, and as I stormed inside, expecting it to swing closed– a shadow snuck in, and slammed the door behind them.

A swift click announced it was locked, and as I spun, I was faced with the pinnacle of Draco Malfoy's height– a blank, nothingness in his eyes.

"What are you–"

"Unforgivable." Malfoy said.

My brows furrowed, and it took me all of five seconds to understand what he was asking.

Unforgivable was our word. It was used when the world had gotten heavy, and we didn't want to talk about the weight on our shoulders.

It meant 'I don't want to hear anything coming from your mouth.'

It meant 'I'm in charge now.'

I parted my lips, though all that brushed past them was a shallow sigh.

He stepped forward, and the small space in the cubicle was unforgiving for one person, let alone two. My back pressed against the wooden wall, and I stared intently into his eyes– refusing to look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my fear.

Though was I scared? Was he something to be frightened of?

He lifted a hand to touch the bow on my dress, sitting just between my breasts. I hitched a breath, though it didn't deter him– seeming to enjoy how sensitive I had grown to his presence… his influence.

Draco pulled it, and all the material unraveled, revealing my two very pert, upright breasts.

No bralette visible, but pokey, pink nipples and soft, supple flesh.

His eyes roamed the uncharted area, and flickered back to find my eyes welling with want.

Desire… fear?

I was scared of him, but I was also scared of never feeling as alive as I had been when I was with him.

"Spit." He ordered, a simple request from the mouth of the devil.

I paused for a moment, deciding my fate from one very crude action.

If I did this, I was submitting myself to the horrible, older version of him. The one who degraded me in the corridor and shamed me for my blood.

If I did this, I would be opening Pandora's box– damning myself.

Draco's eyes narrowed just a fraction, and his brows furrowed– a look that indicated impatience, and irritation to my rebellion.

My glossed lips puckered, and a slither of spit dripped down my chin and onto my bare breasts, making myself more appetizing for his gaze. The growl from his chest was feral, and one I hadn't heard from him before– not as a younger boy, nor the young man who made me weak in Slytherin tower.

His thumb caught the bead of spit on my nipple, and I all but trembled under the warmth of his skin– trying not to shake as he edged his digit all the way past my breast, up my throat and back to my mouth, invading my lips.

No man's land.

I froze as he pressed down, trapping my tongue and opening my mouth wider.

"Pant." He instructed, firmer now.

Without deliberation, I gasped a series of small, hot breaths.

His thumb tasted salty.

"Suck." He followed.

My lips coiled around his thumb and I suckled like a mewling kitten, tasting the age on his skin, the anger across his flesh. He shoved his finger further down my throat, and now I felt it tickling the back of my throat, making it all the more harder not to gag– not to recoil.

Though this was what he wanted… he wanted to exercise control. He wanted to see if I was still as willing as the school girl in the seventh year, when all that mattered was living and not dying.

Now I was older, smarter, wiser… and I was still obeying him with just as much vigor and conviction.

My head hit the wooden wall of the stall, and tears bloomed in my eyes, still locked onto his– still facing my past. He gagged me with his thumb and I felt the soft folds of my cunt grow slick, shaming me as I enjoyed his very domination. Embarrassed that I could still remember how large he felt inside of me, how ruined my pleated skirt had been after he came all over it. How this very thumb had been in my ass when I was studying, needing a kick of him, a scrape of him just to function.

I all but forced my head forward, wanting to take him deeper into my throat.

After an intense moment, with nothing but the clinking glasses of the bar, the merriment of singing, the happiness of a Saturday evening– Draco withdrew himself and stepped back entirely, leaving the small virtues in my mouth untainted.

For now.

He left without a word, taking one last glance at my bare breasts before vacating the stall and sealing it behind him. I was breathlessly, standing in the puddle of my own ruin, arousal soaking through my underwear– slippery, wet and needy.

His anger stemmed from lust.

His lust stemmed from rage.

I was going to be ruined when he was done unleashing his fury.

[luxsolis-fanfiction]

Chapter update! When your not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it from knives.

[aesthetic-solar-space]

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Mon Couteau Aiguise by Gillianeliza on Ao3

Mon Conteau Aiguise by Gillianeliza on ao3

So this is the first fanfiction story I’ve read that I’ve decided to count towards my reading goals. I am a huge fan of the characters of both Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. And being a slytherin myself who has had to deal with the misguided thoughts about all slytherin being bad I love a good fanfiction that shows Draco and his slytherin family as pure sweethearts. Plus in my opinion a relationship between Hermione and Draco has always shown more potential than one of Hermione and Ron or Draco and __. This story was my first that has Hermione on the “dark side” and to be honest I kinda loved it. Though I know that her character would only do that if absolutely necessary to save those she loved - like in this book. Still badass dark Hermione definitely gave me some bi panic here and there. I look forward to not only more by this author but more Dramione fanfictions to come this year. ✨

[slytherinhouseslvt]

Truth or Dare

(NSFW) (TW: Smut, Mature Content)

After an intense game of Truth or Dare with lots of teasing, secret touches, and dirty whispers, Hermione dragged Y/N back into the Gryffindor Prefect dorm with one intention only, to show her girlfriend who she belongs to.

•••

Y/N's smile never managed to falter as she walked first into the Prefect dorm with Hermione trailing behind, plopping herself happily on the Queen-sized bed her and Hermione had shared that year. With the effects of the Veritaserum wearing off, she glared blankly at the ceiling, oblivious of her sexually frustrated girlfriend standing in the doorway.

Hermione rolled her eyes discreetly at Y/N, pushing herself from the doorframe and shutting the door behind her. She bit her cheek as she felt the friction in between her thighs from the sudden turn, rubbing the skin against the throbbing wet area. Ignoring the pleasureful feeling, she quietly locked the door, resting her slender fingers on the lock. Her mind rushing with thoughts and ideas of how she'd punish her girlfriend, and boy was she not gonna hold back.

Silence overcame the room rather quickly. Hermione leaned back against the hard surface of the door, glaring at her girlfriend with lust filled eyes. "Are you satisfied?" She broke the silence, her monotone voice filling the room. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, still not opening her eyes as she let herself relax.

Y/N's eyebrows stayed furrowed as she let out an exhausted sigh in reply to the irritation in Hermione's tone. "What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side as she admired her girlfriends figure.

Hermione tsked at her girlfriend, her arms getting crossed yet again as she stared at Y/N. "You seriously thought you could pull that act and expect to get away with it?" Y/N didn't reply, letting her eyes wander her girlfriend in a slow and teasing manner. "Turning me on before the game, whispering dirty secrets into my ear, such a naughty girl." Y/N immediately sat up in her spot, her heart hammering fast against her chest. "Can you elaborate on that point Miss Granger?" She asked.

"Gladly." Hermione smirked, her gaze shifting away from her girlfriend as she searched for her wand. As she found her wand, she quickly belted out a spell loud and clear, her eyes never leaving Y/N's as she did so. "Muffilato." She then placed her wand back into the drawer, now making her way over to the bed her girlfriend was placed upon. "Well I'd love to show you, if I may." Her low voice continued to fill the room, now standing about a meter away from the bed. Y/N nodded her head quickly in reply. "Come then, my love."

Y/N stood up abruptly, walking over to Hermione, where she was smirking at how easily her girlfriend obeyed her. "What have you got planned, Granger?" She questioned. Hermione laughed seductively in reply, then sitting on the bed as she slowly stripped of her trousers. Y/N smirked in agreement, her eyes lowering down to Hermione's bare legs, slowly tracing her up as her girlfriend teasingly opened her legs, letting Y/N get a preview of what was to come. She licked her lips instantly at the sight, her eyes hungry with desire and lust. "On your knees."

Her girlfriend immediately dropped on her knees for her, patiently waiting for Hermione's next command.

"Take them off me." She commanded next, of course referring to her panties Y/N couldn't keep her eyes off of. Y/N instantly pulled them aside, grazing her soft skin as she did. She then tossed the lace underwear off to wherever, Hermione smirked at the action. "Now be a good girl for me and get to work." Y/N licked her lips in reply, slightly turning her head for consent, in which the brunette nodded steadily in agreement.

Y/N leaned in to her girlfriends center, admiring the scent of her arousal and heat radiating off of it. "Fuck" She muttered under her breath as she latched herself to Hermione's already swollen clitoris. She flattened her tongue against the area, eliciting a loud moan in reply. She continued to suck at her bundle of nerves, making Hermione moan even louder. "You like that love?" She asked seconds before connecting her lips back to Hermione's core. Hermione moaned a hushed 'yes', her face displaying pure pleasure as her girlfriend continued to lap her up.

Hermione already felt a familiar knot at the bottom of her stomach, arching her back several inches away from the bed as she gripped Y/N's hair, indicating she was rather close. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably as she came undone on her girlfriends tongue, repeatedly yelling every curse word imaginable.

Y/N smiled to herself as she swallowed what was left, then hovering over her girlfriend as she connected her lips with theirs. Hermione pulled her closer by her neck, wrapping her legs around Y/N's waist. "Merlin, I love you." Y/N's heart fluttered against her chest, barely managing a response.

"I love you too, Granger."

Fin.

(A/N: Sorry if this was too short, my writers block is getting worse lmao)

[abraxas52]

Developing a Theory - Potions Master - Pt6

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Draco had no thoughts now, he was in a state of limbo. Hermione Granger was straddled on his lap and looking at him as if she meant to devour him right there. What was she waiting for?

Hermione was wild and ravenous, her teeth bit into her lips as if their new contact wasn’t enough to satiate her. For all the refinement and focus she exhibited in a classroom, or any lab, she was unexpectedly unraveled before him. Almost as if it was hidden away somewhere.

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Balance & Oppose

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I Choose Her | Chp: 6

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.4k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, use of homophobic slur, angst, reader receiving, top!reader, draco malfoy sympathiser

Note: first and foremost, i'm starting a taglist for this fic so if i u wanna be added do leave a comment!

secondly, gonna just be honest with y'all and say this is probably gonna be the last happy hermione x reader chapter for awhile bc it gets dark from here on out so brace yourselves

(also sorry to play into the cliche jealousy trope but i had so much fun writing it so im not totally sorry )

anyway this is a hefty chapter i hope u enjoy!

You felt a touch on your arm, opening your eyes you expected to be met with the sight of Hermione. She had refused to leave your side the past few days you had spent in the infirmary.

To your surprise, you're met with steely blue eyes instead. Draco is sat by your bedside, uncharacteristically soft gaze plastered across his face.

Your chest constricts at the sight, this was the Draco you remember.

"Hey" The platinum haired boy whispers, a sheepish smirk forming.

"Hi." You reply, mimicking his expression.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't feel much of anything really, with all the numbing charms Hermione's put on me." You quip.

You joke but you're eternally grateful to your girlfriend for her unconditional care for you.

You swear sometimes she is too good to be true.

Draco breaks your gaze and lets out a chuckle.

"She seems to really care about you." He says earnestly.

"I'm lucky to have her."

You watch as Draco's face contorts, an undistinguishable expression, embarrassment perhaps, or guilt.

"Maybe I've been a bit too hard on her."

Amused, you let out a sharp breath through your nose.

"A bit?"

Your bestfriend merely smiles knowingly, allowing you the satisfaction to take that jab at him.

"Listen, I'm really sorry. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have gotten injured." Draco starts and you lift your hand up gesturing for him to stop speaking.

"Don't even start with that." You assert.

"I would give my life for you. You know this."

Draco diverts his eyes again, as if it pained him to look at you.

"I wish you wouldn't. I don't deserve that." His voice trembles, you fear that he's about to cry.

"Draco-"

He shakes his head, almost pleading for you to stop talking.

"Harry was right."

Your eyebrows furrow, taken aback at the sudden confession.

"Right about what?"

"I gave Katie that cursed necklace." Draco admits, timidly fiddling with his fingers. He is afraid of your response.

"Why on earth-"

You are interrupted by Draco pulling up his sleeve, revealing the dark mark that's been etched into his arm.

"Oh."

You take a few moments to deliberate a response. A sudden rage overcoming you. Angry at the dark lord's cowardice. Forcing an unsuspecting boy. A boy eager to prove his worth, to do his bidding. You were not shocked at Draco's reasoning, ofcourse he threatened to harm his family. You expected nothing less from Voldermort.

"You dont have to explain yourself to me. Circumstances aren't granting you much of a choice right now, Draco."

"I can't convince you of what you deserve, but the truth of it is that you are my brother. I will always have your back."

He looks at you astounded, Draco really expected you to condemn him. You felt a sudden urge to wrap him into an embrace, you would've done so if only moving wasn't difficult for you.

He lets out a relieved sigh. Eventually letting his head fall, he rests it by your arm on the bed.

You sat with him in silence for a few moments before you decided to speak again.

"Well, since we're being honest. I should let you know, I've made my choice. I'll become a death eater. I'll join you."

Sick to your stomach, saying those words felt utterly wrong. Yet for Hermione's safety, you had to play the part. Whatever it takes.

Draco lifts his head and doesn't attempt to hide his surprise, before eventually nodding in understanding.

You had little choice in the matter, same as him.

He grabs your hand, almost a silent gesture of moral support.

"What are you going to tell her?"

You shrug, defeated.

"The truth, I suppose."

You are awoken again this time by the nurse's hand hovering over your forehead.

You glance over to see the morning sun peaking in through the windows.

"Your fever has subsided. Any pain?"

You attempt to sit up and felt sore in your abdomen, but nothing you couldn't handle.

"No pain."

"Very well, do have your breakfast here first Miss Y/n and then you are free to go."

The nurse says and you allow a half smile. You were just excited to finally spend time with Hermione anywhere else but in the infirmary.

As if on cue, your girlfriend walks in greeting you with a grin.

"Ah Miss Granger, I have discharged her." The nurse says, gesturing to you.

"However, do make sure she doesn't take part in any strenuous activities for the next few days. Better to be safe." Your girlfriend nods and the nurse takes her leave.

"Hi gorgeous." You say as you watch a blush form on Hermione's face at your compliment.

Your girlfriend leans down and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

"Are you really feeling better? Or are you just saying that to get out of here quicker?" The brown haired girl remarks and you fight the urge to purse your lips, she knows you too well.

"No I really am feeling better, see?" You stand up quickly and stretched your body obnoxiously, before punching the air pretending to fight an invisible man.

Hermione laughs before grabbing your arms to still your movements.

"Okay very funny, be careful don't hurt yourself."

It was a Saturday afternoon and Hermione naturally insisted on spending her time studying. She had also made quick work of putting you on bed rest. Ignoring your efforts of convincing her that you felt fine.

You are sat on her bed mindlessly flipping through a book, incapable of focusing on the words on the page. You look up and watch for several minutes as your girlfriend sits at her desk, reading through her history of magic textbook and taking notes.

It was the weekend, Hermione never allowed herself time to relax.

You let out a loud sigh, at an attempt to get your girlfriend's attention. She continues scribbling away at her book.

That's enough, you had to take matters into your own hands.

You get up from the bed and walk towards her, Hermione too busy to notice you were now stood behind her.

Leaning down you placed a quick kiss against her shoulder. Your girlfriend hums in response but makes no effort at acknowledging you otherwise.

You take it one step further, placing another kiss on her neck. This time you hear her breathe in sharply. Your mouth lingers over her neck and you place another open mouthed kiss against it. You quickly trail your tongue up settling over her ear. Hermione releases another trembling breath.

"Y/n." She warns and you merely smirk in response.

"I'm trying to study and you need to rest."

You groan, settling your arms on either side of her chair, you quickly swivel it turning Hermione around to face you.

She lets out a gasp before you leaned down, capturing her lips with yours. You kiss her deeply, she kisses you back the same not protesting.

For a few moments you are standing there, making out with your girlfriend. You pull away and watched as Hermione's chest heaved, trying to control her breathing.

You swiftly kneeled down infront of her and moved your hand to the hem of her jeans, attempting to unbutton them before Hermione grabbed your hand, stopping you.

You glance up meeting your girlfriend's stern gaze.

"No strenuous activities, remember?" The shorter girl scolds.

A sly smirk across your face, you move your face up to kiss your girlfriend again.

"This isn't strenuous." You say in between kisses.

"It's rather relaxing." You kiss her again, before moving to place a kiss on her ear.

"For both of us I'd say" You whisper as your mouth hovered over her ear.

You watch as Hermione takes her bottom lip in between her teeth. She's trying so hard to resist you.

"No." Your girlfriend finally breathes out. She places her hands on your shoulders shoving you away.

"No sex until you feel better."

A pout forming on your face.

"I am feeling better!" You almost shout.

Hermione says nothing in response, placing a quick kiss against your lips before moving her chair, she turns to face her desk again.

You let out another groan eventually giving up, you stand and make your way back to the bed.

"Although," Hermione voices, stopping you in your tracks.

"Slughorn's having his Christmas party tonight, I didn't plan on going but since you are clearly feeling better.."  Hermione pauses.

"Will you come with me?"

Your expectant expression turned to a dissapointed one.

"Oh"

"That really isn't the same as sex, is it?"

Hermione lets out laugh as she gets up from her chair, walking towards you she wraps both her arms around your neck.

"Not quite." "So will you accompany me please?" Your girlfriend asks you again.

"It would be my honour."

Dull was an understatement. This was the worst party you had ever been to.

To make matters worse, Mclaggen had been making eyes at your girlfriend all night.

Hermione had perfected the art of ignoring the twat, she mostly focused her attention on you and engaged in conversation with Ginny.

You walk over to the buffet table to grab another drink. You took out your wand, secretly reciting a spell to add alcohol into your glass. You quickly downed the glass of the spiked fruitpunch before taking another glassful. You moved it up to your lips but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Get you hands off me you filthy squib!" Draco insults.

"I found this one lurking in the upstairs corridor, he claims to have been invited." Mr Filch announces and the room goes quiet.

"Okay, I was gatecrashing! Happy?" The platinum haired boy admits, annoyed. He shifts his gaze meeting yours for a moment before looking at Professor Snape, who was now stood before him.

"I'll escort him out." The professor merely states and Filch harshly lets go of Draco's arm.

You watched as they made their way out. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What the hell is Draco up to?

"Okay carry on! carry on!" Slughorn exclaims in between awkward laughs attempting for everyone to resume the party.

If you didn't know any better you'd make a remark to him about Draco's interruption being the only interesting part of this night.

You glance over at Ginny and noticed Hermione was no longer with her.

Scanning the room for your girlfriend you spot her in the far corner. Cormac's hand on her waist, she looks visibly uncomfortable with her hand on his chest clearly trying to push him away.

Anger overcoming you. The Gryffindor boy just couldn't take no for an answer.

You stormed towards them, before Cormac could realise you had harshly grabbed his shirt, shoving him onto the ground.

"How many times does she have to say no to you for you to get the message?" You shouted.

A shit eating grin on his face, he stands up dusting himself off.

"We were just talking" Cormac lies, you wanted to smack the smirk right off his face.

"Just stay away from her. Or I swear I will kill you." It took everything in you not to lunge at him.

You turn towards Hermione, her hand grasping your arm.

"Are you alright?" Your girlfriend quickly nods.

"Come on let's just go." She tugs your arm but you were stopped by Cormac's voice behind you.

"You know you don't scare me, dyke."

Without a moment's thought you lunged towards him, your fist making contact with his face. He's thrown backwards and he falls to the ground again.

You hear Hermione gasp before feeling her hand on your arm again she is grasping you tightly this time.

"I dare you to say it again!" Fishing your wand out of your pocket, you're now shaking with anger as you point it at him.

"Please Y/n let's go, just leave him." Hermione pleads and you comply.

"Episkey" Hermione waves her wand over your knuckles, the pain from it quickly subsiding.

You watch as Hermione walks toward her desk grabbing an empty ziplock bag. She waves her wand over it and you see ice slowly forming. She grabs it and hands it to you.

"Can't be too sure" she shrugs.

You place the ice pack on your knuckles and move backwards, resting your back against her cupboard.

Your girlfriend stares at you, unreadable expression. Your guess is she's upset with you.

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I just hate that he won't leave you alone-"

The shorter girl quickly silences you with a kiss. You kiss her back after the intial shock dissipates. Hermione deepens the kiss her hands against your chest, pushing you further back against the cupboard. Her tongue enters your mouth and you drop the ice pack, hand settling on her waist pulling her impossibly closer.

You move your head, ending the kiss. You watch as Hermione chases your lips but eventually opens her eyes to meet your gaze.

"Are you not upset with me?" Your voice low.

Your girlfriend smirks and shakes her head before leaning in to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Hermione tilts her head to now plant a kiss on your neck, you feel her nip at your skin slightly before placing a wet kiss on it making a gasp escape your lips.

The shorter girl pulls back and looks at you with a darkened gaze, she bites her lip. You feel her hands move to the hem of your pants and she starts to undo your belt.

You are paralysed for a moment, staring at her in awe. Your girlfriend was truly captivating, especially in moments like these.

Eye contact remains between the two of you as Hermione begins to pull down your pants, she gets down on her knees and your mouth falls open slightly in anticipation. Nothing has happened yet but you felt it was impossible to catch your breath.

Hermione tugs your underwear down and looks up at you expectantly as if asking for permission.

You nod, a little too enthusiastically watching as her mouth comes in contact with your center. You let out a moan, throwing your head back, days of pent up sexual frustration now being released as Hermione's mouth worked her way at you.

You pant, your girlfriend's skilled tongue moving against you making it impossible for you to think coherently.

"Fuck, baby you're so good at that."

You choke out, in between pants. This seemed to spur Hermione on as she moves her head, mouth pressing harder against your core. You can feel your climax approaching, embarrassingly fast.

Hermione moves her hand, grabbing your ass she pulls you even closer and you feel her tongue push into your entrance, this becomes your undoing.

You cum hard into her mouth, knees buckling instantaneously your girlfriend moves her hands to either side of your hips, preventing you from falling to the floor.

"Come here." You grab her arm pulling her up you kiss her hungrily, tasting yourself.

Your hand moves to unzip her dress and she lets you pull it over her head. Quickly you unclasp her bra, your hand coming in contact with her breasts you start kneading as Hermione's breathing gets louder and heavier. She grabs the back of your neck pulling your head down to her chest. You obey and take one her nipples into your mouth. You began sucking and the smaller girl lets out a desperate moan.

You lifted your head moving your mouth away, she whines at the lost of contact but you don't give her the chance to verbally protest as you quickly hoist her up, one hand under her thigh. Hermione's legs wrap around your waist reflexively as she grips the back of your neck. You move her backwards dropping her on the bed rather harshly.

You needed to have her now.

You capture her lips into a deep kiss and a moan spills out of her lips your hands finding her breasts, you knead them again.

Without warning you moved your hand to her waist, flipping her over Hermione is now on her stomach.

Your girlfriend lets out a gasp. You swiftly grabbed the hem of her panties, taking them off her. Hermione was now laying before you on her stomach completely naked.

You roughly pulled her up so she was now on her knees, her dripping core at full display.

You put two fingers into your mouth, lubricating them before moving it to your girlfriend's entrance. Hermione mewls at the feeling of your fingers against her bare pussy.

She moves her hips back at a desperate attempt to feel more of you.

"Please." Hermione chokes out.

"Hm?" You decided to tease.

"Tell me what you need baby, use your words."

"Please" She says again, her voice trembling with need.

"Y/n please. I need your fingers inside."

You push your fingers into her, met with no resistance as her core was dripping wet.

Hermione lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your fingers inside her. You slowly pulled out of her before pumping back into her until you were knuckle deep.

You kept the same momentum until you felt your girlfriend's walls tighten against your fingers, she was close.

Her moans growing more obscene, you lean forward gripping her hair, pulling her into a kiss, muting her sounds of pleasure.

You disconnected the kiss and Hermione moans loudly at the feeling of you harshly gripping her hair. You then moved your hand to clasp it over her mouth.

"Always so fucking loud." You growl into her ear as you continued to pump your fingers deeply in and out of her.

You watch as Hermione's eyes roll to the back of her head. Her walls constrict painfully against your fingers as she comes undone.

You pull your fingers out of her and Hermione falls forward. She lays limp on the bed panting heavily, trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just gave her.

You let out a chuckle.

"I'm not done with you yet."

You're laying in bed, Hermione's head against your bare chest. She has her hand in yours as she occasionally moved her fingers to fidget with your Slytherin crest ring.

Suddenly you remembered the gift you had gotten for her.

"I got you something." You say and watched as Hermione's eyebrows furrow.

You chuckle at her adorable expression before grabbing your wand.

"Accio"

A small ring sized box floats quickly out of your blazer pocket and into your hand.

You hold it up to Hermione and she sits up abruptly.

"Are you about to propose because I'm more of a grand gesture type of person." Hermione quips and you roll your eyes.

"Just open it before I change my mind."

Hermione giggles before grabbing the box, she opens it to reveal a silver coated ring, in the center was a green stone.

"Y/n, it's beautiful." Your girlfriend says as tears well up in her eyes.

You grab the ring, carefully putting it on for her. You settled on putting it on her ring finger on her right hand, the same hand you wore yours.

"Why?"

The brown haired girl's confusion was understandable. Gift giving not your usual way of showing affection.

You grab her hand, holding it up and gesturing for her to keep it there. You then moved your own hand inches away from hers. A light trailing from your ring to hers, a bond.

"Protean charm?" Hermione asks and you nod.

"As long as we wear these rings we will be connected. Even when we are apart, I've enchanted your ring so it'll let you know where I am at all times. The closer we are in proximity the brighter this trail of light will be."

A fond smile forms on Hermione's face, she pulls you into a long kiss. Eventually, disconnecting your lips she rests her forehead against yours.

"Thank you. I love it."

Your heart swells but the feeling quickly dissipates as you prepared yourself to tell her the whole truth.

You leaned back, forcing her to look at you in the eyes.

"There is another reason I got you this. A more important reason."

Hermione merely watches you, waiting for you to continue.

"I have to join the Death Eaters." You admit quicker than you intended.

You watch as Hermione flinches, sitting up. She looked almost affronted.

"What?"