Birthday Smut for tome_raider
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cassievalentineSo, I read a random comment that tomorrow was tome_raider's birthday. She hasn't gotten back to me on requesting a birthday fic. So, tonight I shall write her challenge. Three words: H/Hr, quick shag, Shrieking Shack. Writing smut on the ministers computer. Why do I not feel bad about this?
Title Just like Old Times
Year Post-Hogwarts
RatingNC-17
SpoilersBooks/movies
SummaryPointless smutt as a B-day pressie because I am a cheap bastard.
Hermione held in a giggle as she and Harry sneaked through the corridors under his invisibility cloak.
"Shut up," he whispered to her with a smile as they ducked behind the statue that would take them to Honeyduke's cellar.
"I can't help it. I feel rather ridiculous," she told him as they crept slowly up the stairs and out the door. "I mean, we are teachers, it;s not like we have to sneak around."
"You put the idea in my head. . . " he muttered as he led them towards the shrieking shack. She shook her head a little. She couldn't believe she had even suggested this.
***
"But didn't you ever think about it?"
"Of course I thought about it," he said, looking at her like she had 8 heads. "I was 16 once, you know." Hermione shook her head and came over to him, sitting herself in his lap.
"But I mean really thought about it," she whispered to him as she kissed him. "I always had this idea . . ."
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.
"Well, it was silly really," she said, hoping off of him just as quickly as she had hoped on and headed to the other side of the room.
"Come on now," he prodded a little.
"You, me and the shrieking shack." Harry looked at her for a moment. He had imagined a lot of things comming out of her mouth, but that had not been one of them.
"Alright," he said after a moment. "Meet me in the common room after your rounds." And with that, he got up and left the room. She watched him go, slightly worried about what she had just gotten herself into, but also enjoying the little thrill she got from even telling him about this particular want.
***
"So, here we are," he said as they pulled off the cloak and looked around the dusty rooms.
"Yes, here we are," she said as she glanced around as well. Both of them settled their eyes on the old bed in the corner. She giggled nervously before he started to laugh out right. "What?"
"Look at us! You'd think we've never done this before."
"Well, we haven't," she said calmly.
"Ah, there was last night and the night before that. . . and a few nights before that . . ." he pointed out. They had been together since their last year at Hogwarts and they had definitely done what they were going to do more than once.
"That's not what I meant, Harry Potter," she said, placing her hands on her hips and trying to be stern. He chuckled as he pulled her close.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," he whispered to her as he kissed a small trail down her neck. "It makes them harder to get off," he finished on his way back up.
"What makes you think," she said as she pulled his face to hers. "That I'm even wearing any?" she asked as she kissed him hard, her tongue quickly finding it's way into his mouth. That last comment drove any reply out of his mind and it also drove any desire to take things slow out of his mind.
Harry quickly dropped his cloak to the ground and started to push them both towards the beat up four poster in the corner of the room. His hands busied themselves with her jumper and the shirt beneith it.
She shivered as his cold hands came in contact with her warm flesh, but it only served to heightn the experience for her. She felt the path his hands travel even better, a tingling left as he stole the heat from her body.
She cried out a little as his hands found her breasts and gave a quick squeeze before going for the clasp and fumbling for a moment. They both laughed a little as he pulled away from the kiss and held his hands to his mouth to blow on them to warm them up. She wrapped her own hands around his and gave them a rub. It wasn't long before he tried again and got the clasp open.
"5 points to Gryffindor, Mr Potter," she muttered as she kissed him again, her hands doing battle with his jumper briefly before moving onto his trousers.
"5 points for the skirt," he muttered quickly as he rucked it up. "And another 5," he muttered when he discovered that she wasn't, in fact, wearing any knickers. He felt her smile against his lips and he also felt that smile quickly disappear when he ran a hand down her center and found her clit.
"You missed the bed," she said quickly when her back hit the wall.
"Does it matter?" he asked with a strangled moan as she wrapped her hand around him and started to tease him.
"No," she said as he started to move his hand a little faster, trying to drive her over the edge before he took her. He added thrust a couple of fingers into her core and felt her slow her own ministrations and when he lowered his mouth to a nipple, she threw her head back and cried out as she came. "Looking rather pleased with yourself," she commented after a long moment. He simply smiled and kissed her hard, distracting her as he lifted her from the ground slightly.
"Little help," he said after a moment and she took the hint. She groped blindly for a moment before she found him and helped guide him in. They both let a moan of satisfaction go when she slipped all the way down on to him. "So good. . ." he muttered as he started thrusting into her. She moaned and rested her head against the wall as she felt the tingling starting to build again. He was hitting all the right spots without really even trying. They both cried out a few moments later as they crashed over the edge.
***
They sneaked back into the school shortly after they had finished, both still flushed and smiling. The comments made the next morning were not lost on either of them, but they chose not to say anything about it.
"See what a quick shag can do?" he asked her the next morning at the breakfast table and she blushed furiously.
"Just keep your mouth shut," she muttered to him. The rest of breakfast passed with out incident. Keeping something like this a secret at Hogwarts was hard to do. Hearing the students speculate about your relationship was one thing, but if the teachers got wind of it . . . That could be bad.
He handed her a slip of parchment before he left for the day and when she opened it, it simply read 'H/Hr forever.'
Eh, I'm really sorry. I started to write this and was into it and then just as it was supposed to get hot, I didn't really want to do it any more. I think it's a little rushed. I really am sorry about that dear.
Title Just like Old Times
Year Post-Hogwarts
RatingNC-17
SpoilersBooks/movies
SummaryPointless smutt as a B-day pressie because I am a cheap bastard.
Hermione held in a giggle as she and Harry sneaked through the corridors under his invisibility cloak.
"Shut up," he whispered to her with a smile as they ducked behind the statue that would take them to Honeyduke's cellar.
"I can't help it. I feel rather ridiculous," she told him as they crept slowly up the stairs and out the door. "I mean, we are teachers, it;s not like we have to sneak around."
"You put the idea in my head. . . " he muttered as he led them towards the shrieking shack. She shook her head a little. She couldn't believe she had even suggested this.
***
"But didn't you ever think about it?"
"Of course I thought about it," he said, looking at her like she had 8 heads. "I was 16 once, you know." Hermione shook her head and came over to him, sitting herself in his lap.
"But I mean really thought about it," she whispered to him as she kissed him. "I always had this idea . . ."
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.
"Well, it was silly really," she said, hoping off of him just as quickly as she had hoped on and headed to the other side of the room.
"Come on now," he prodded a little.
"You, me and the shrieking shack." Harry looked at her for a moment. He had imagined a lot of things comming out of her mouth, but that had not been one of them.
"Alright," he said after a moment. "Meet me in the common room after your rounds." And with that, he got up and left the room. She watched him go, slightly worried about what she had just gotten herself into, but also enjoying the little thrill she got from even telling him about this particular want.
***
"So, here we are," he said as they pulled off the cloak and looked around the dusty rooms.
"Yes, here we are," she said as she glanced around as well. Both of them settled their eyes on the old bed in the corner. She giggled nervously before he started to laugh out right. "What?"
"Look at us! You'd think we've never done this before."
"Well, we haven't," she said calmly.
"Ah, there was last night and the night before that. . . and a few nights before that . . ." he pointed out. They had been together since their last year at Hogwarts and they had definitely done what they were going to do more than once.
"That's not what I meant, Harry Potter," she said, placing her hands on her hips and trying to be stern. He chuckled as he pulled her close.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," he whispered to her as he kissed a small trail down her neck. "It makes them harder to get off," he finished on his way back up.
"What makes you think," she said as she pulled his face to hers. "That I'm even wearing any?" she asked as she kissed him hard, her tongue quickly finding it's way into his mouth. That last comment drove any reply out of his mind and it also drove any desire to take things slow out of his mind.
Harry quickly dropped his cloak to the ground and started to push them both towards the beat up four poster in the corner of the room. His hands busied themselves with her jumper and the shirt beneith it.
She shivered as his cold hands came in contact with her warm flesh, but it only served to heightn the experience for her. She felt the path his hands travel even better, a tingling left as he stole the heat from her body.
She cried out a little as his hands found her breasts and gave a quick squeeze before going for the clasp and fumbling for a moment. They both laughed a little as he pulled away from the kiss and held his hands to his mouth to blow on them to warm them up. She wrapped her own hands around his and gave them a rub. It wasn't long before he tried again and got the clasp open.
"5 points to Gryffindor, Mr Potter," she muttered as she kissed him again, her hands doing battle with his jumper briefly before moving onto his trousers.
"5 points for the skirt," he muttered quickly as he rucked it up. "And another 5," he muttered when he discovered that she wasn't, in fact, wearing any knickers. He felt her smile against his lips and he also felt that smile quickly disappear when he ran a hand down her center and found her clit.
"You missed the bed," she said quickly when her back hit the wall.
"Does it matter?" he asked with a strangled moan as she wrapped her hand around him and started to tease him.
"No," she said as he started to move his hand a little faster, trying to drive her over the edge before he took her. He added thrust a couple of fingers into her core and felt her slow her own ministrations and when he lowered his mouth to a nipple, she threw her head back and cried out as she came. "Looking rather pleased with yourself," she commented after a long moment. He simply smiled and kissed her hard, distracting her as he lifted her from the ground slightly.
"Little help," he said after a moment and she took the hint. She groped blindly for a moment before she found him and helped guide him in. They both let a moan of satisfaction go when she slipped all the way down on to him. "So good. . ." he muttered as he started thrusting into her. She moaned and rested her head against the wall as she felt the tingling starting to build again. He was hitting all the right spots without really even trying. They both cried out a few moments later as they crashed over the edge.
***
They sneaked back into the school shortly after they had finished, both still flushed and smiling. The comments made the next morning were not lost on either of them, but they chose not to say anything about it.
"See what a quick shag can do?" he asked her the next morning at the breakfast table and she blushed furiously.
"Just keep your mouth shut," she muttered to him. The rest of breakfast passed with out incident. Keeping something like this a secret at Hogwarts was hard to do. Hearing the students speculate about your relationship was one thing, but if the teachers got wind of it . . . That could be bad.
He handed her a slip of parchment before he left for the day and when she opened it, it simply read 'H/Hr forever.'
Eh, I'm really sorry. I started to write this and was into it and then just as it was supposed to get hot, I didn't really want to do it any more. I think it's a little rushed. I really am sorry about that dear.
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Date: 2004-07-20 04:01 pm (UTC)BTW, sorry I missed you for some IMing yesterday.