Fic: Trying New Things
Title: Trying New Things
Rating: Mature
Category: PWP
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 2379
Summary: Harry and Hermione have different views on the subject of clothing and jewelry. For the prompt: "A character in this ficlet must say the sentence, 'You can't possibly expect me to wear that.' "
Notes: LMAO I TOLD YOU TODAY'S WOULD BE BETTER! (lol, though, this is the closest I'll ever come to writing a "Hermione who's insecure about her attractiveness" fic, since those are sort of my pet peeve. Somehow, it just forced itself in there :/)
Oh, and I have a bit of an announcement: I AM A HUGE DUMBASS. You see, I thought DH came out on Sunday, and now I realize that most of you will have it tonight. lol, in my defense, I never planned on buying it - hell, I'm not even sure that I'll be reading it - so I was kind of clueless. So, the point? Well, there's NO WAY I'm going to have all seven of these done before midnight tonight. But I'll still post one a day, so that no matter how DH turns out, at least you'll have some fresh porn. After all, porn is ALWAYS WELCOME, right?
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" she cooed in what she hoped was a sultry voice as she entered the room, her short uniform skirt swaying around her hips.
Harry stared at her for a moment before coughing a bit. "Er, yes. I wanted to discuss your behavior in class today."
"My behavior?" she asked with wide eyes as she played with the buttons on her slightly-too-tight uniform blouse. She walked closer to Harry and pulled herself onto the desk he was sitting at, letting her legs open slightly so that he was basically sitting between her knees.
"Yes," Harry answered, as he visibly swallowed a gulp of air. "You were extremely disruptive today."
She laughed the way that she had seen other women laugh when they flirted with men. "Disruptive? Yes, I suppose I have been a bad girl." She leaned forward slightly, and ran her hands up and down her thighs that were peeking out from under her short skirt, before whispering into his ear. "A very bad girl. Are you going to punish- Oh for heaven's sake Harry, I can't do this, I feel ridiculous!"
Harry let out a loud, frustrated groan as he let his head fall back.
"I mean, honestly Harry? A naughty school-girl? This is so not me!" Hermione continued, pulling at the tight blouse with an expression of supreme distaste on her face.
"For crying out loud, Hermione," Harry finally interjected, the frustration obvious in his voice. "You were the one who suggested that we 'liven things up' to begin with!" He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked her over. "And you do NOT look ridiculous. You look hot. As usual."
Hermione blushed. "That's nice of you to say, Harry. But let's be honest. I'm not 'hot.' I never have been, and wearing a school-girl's uniform that's two sizes too small isn't going to change that."
Harry stared at her, open-mouthed. He knew that Hermione was rather critical of herself, but that statement was just absurd. Hermione might not have been beautiful the way Cho or even Ginny was, but she was incredibly sexy to him. Her confidence, the way she walked, the way she commanded attention whenever she entered a room, the way she would look you straight in the eye with that unblinking intensity… All those things about Hermione made her hot. And Harry knew he was most definitely not alone in his opinion. As far back as when they were in Hogwarts together, he could see the way the other boys' eyes would follow her. In retrospect, he suspected that one of the reasons he hated Malfoy so much was because he knew that the ferret must have harbored some fairly unsavory fantasies regarding the young witch.
He sighed. "Hermione," he began, putting his hands on her knees. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course!" Hermione answered, looking almost offended that he had asked such a question.
"Do I have some sort of habit of lying to you or something?"
Hermione looked slightly uncomfortable at that question. "No," she whispered, a blush beginning to stain her face.
Harry smiled and brought a hand to her cheek, caressing its softness. "So. When I tell you that you're hot, why don't you believe me?"
Hermione just stared at him, and Harry could see her trying to puzzle that out. "I suppose… I suppose that I think you're just saying that to make me feel better. Not that you're lying to me, exactly, but that you're just trying to be nice."
Harry couldn't help but laugh in response. But before Hermione could be outraged, he grabbed her hips and slid her closer to the end of the desk, keeping himself firmly between her legs. It wasn't a bad position to be in. "Hermione, I am most definitely not just 'being nice.' You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life." He quickly hushed her when she opened her mouth to protest. "Honestly. You have this… this… this fire that burns in you that I could never get tired of. A woman is hot because of her attitude, because of the way she carries herself."
He gave her a slow smile that caused her to suck in her breath. "A woman is hot because of how she loves, how you can sense that she fills whatever she does with passion." He reached up to run his thumb along her full lower lip, causing her to shiver slightly. "And you, Hermione? You are the most intense, passionate woman I've ever seen in my life. The way you look at me? The way you touch me?" He gave a theatrically lusty sigh and threw her a sexy grin. "Hot. Unbelievably hot. Really, really, really HOT."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Well, then," she replied, with a blush. But this time it was a blush of pleasure rather than embarrassment. "I suppose I'll just have to believe you. Because you wouldn't lie to me."
"That's right," Harry answered with a chuckle. "Though, don't go around testing your hotness on any other guy. I'm sort of the jealous type."
Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms lightly about his neck and shoulders. "Is that so, Professor Potter?" she asked with an impish smile. "Maybe you've been the bad boy. Maybe I should be punishing you."
"If you think I'm going to complain about that idea…"
Harry didn't finish his sentence for Hermione had brought her lips down onto his.
He sighed gustily. God, but she was an amazing kisser. She would lightly tease his lips open with the tip of her tongue before snaking into his mouth. Slowly, deliberately, she would run her tongue along his, along the edges and tip, causing him to moan into her mouth.
He could feel her smile against his lips. She became more insistent with her kisses, stroking his tongue with more heat, before sucking slightly so that she literally took his breath away.
Harry snapped. She knew exactly how to stoke his lust. With a growl, he grabbed her hips and dragged her off the desk and onto his lap. He then began his assault on her mouth, first nibbling on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
Hermione let out a throaty moan, causing his cock to swell as his heat and blood began to rise and swell. He released her mouth to kiss down her throat, eliciting a series of delicious sighs and pants from Hermione's reddened lips.
"Oh, Haaaaarrry," she sighed when he licked and sucked at the base of her neck, along her collarbones, before moving his mouth down to the valley of her cleavage which tantalized him in the tight blouse she was wearing.
She writhed slightly on top of him, and the friction against his groin pushed him further and further to the edge. He yanked at her blouse, ripping it open so that a couple of the buttons even popped off.
Hermione couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, Professor Potter! I didn't know that your were so macho!" But she soon had no breath left for giggling, for Harry had quickly stripped her of her bra and the only sounds that she was capable of making were a collection of moans and hissing gasps, as Harry teased her breasts and nipples with his fingers and mouth and tongue.
He even lightly nibbled at her nipples, knowing that she would be grinding on his lap from the slightly painful pleasure. And, true enough, she was soon wantonly riding him, burying her hands in his hair, and groaning her approval as he teased the sensitive nubbins of pink flesh.
"Oh god, Harry!" she moaned again and again, and Harry's cock twitched against the pressure of his trousers as Hermione began to lose more and more control.
"Hermione, baby, tell me you're wet," he mumbled around her breast as his hand squeezed her other nipple. "Tell me that you're soaking for me to bury my cock in you."
Hermione moaned loudly before grabbing his hand and thrusting it under her tiny knickers. "Feel for yourself," she hissed, moving his hand with hers as she dipped their fingers into her wet folds.
Harry let his head fall back, groaning at the slick wet heat that his fingers encountered. And as Hermione continued to move her fingers with his, he was sure he was about to lose his mind. Her small, delicate fingers twined with his as they stroked her pussy, bringing the wetness from her sopping cunt to her engorged clit, their fingers slippery and hot as they both rubbed and stroked.
Hermione tossed her head back and gave a throaty, raspy moan. "Harry! Oh fuck, Harry, I'll never get enough of you, never enough!" she rasped, and began to grind harder on him even as their fingers continued their torture.
Harry was seeing red, his lust had so clouded his vision. There she was, her breasts practically bouncing in his face as she gyrated on top of him, moaning his name over and over, when she brought both of her hands to his waist, making quick work of his belt and zipper.
He groaned as he felt her hand on his naked hardness. He had to be in her. He had to make her come hard, his cock ramming into her tight heat over and over.
With a strength born from need, he suddenly stood them both up. And before she could ask what he was doing, he spun her around so that she was facing the desk, and he bent her over it, rubbing his erection against the sweet, firm cleft of her ass.
He made quick work of her knickers, and with little preamble, quickly buried his hard cock into her cunt.
"HARRY!" she screamed as he began to thrust, hard and deep into her, practically banging her into the desk.
"Oh, god, you love it, don't you, Hermione?" he rasped into her ear as he buried his face into the wild mop of her hair. "Tell me how much you love it," he commanded, even as he grasped her hip and pounded into her.
"Oh fuck, oh god, Harry, I love it," she moaned as she shook her head up and down and back and forth, unable to keep it steady as her body was rocked by his penetrating cock.
He reached one hand around to her front, grabbing a breast and kneading it hard, squeezing the nipple in time with his thrusts. "Oh god, Hermione, you're so hot for me, so wet for me… My cock, it feels so good inside you… so fucking good" he muttered, removing his hand from her breast to place it on the desk-top, bracing him so that he could ram into her harder and harder.
"Yessss, Harry," she gasped. "It feels so good, so hard, your cock, it fills me so good, you fuck me so good, oh god!"
"That's because you're mine, Hermione." The words were terse, bitten out of his mouth as the heat and passion threatened to overtake him.
"Yes! Harry, I'm yours! Fuck me, fuck me always!" Hermione screamed as she met him thrust for thrust, backing her hips against him, squeezing her cunt around his cock as her slick juices coated him in their slippery heat.
"You're mine!" Harry shouted, possessed by his lust for her. "MINE!" he shouted again and again, pounding into her throbbing cunt.
Hermione gave one last scream as her body tensed and she came hard, her wet heat rippling around him, again and again. The pleasure was so keen that he soon felt his balls tighten almost painfully.
And then he exploded within her, his orgasm so powerful that it seemed never-ending. Again and again, his cock convulsed in her, even as he screamed her name over and over.
Finally, spent by the wild fierceness of their fucking, he withdrew from her before flopping back into the chair.
Hermione practically lay on the desk, panting as she tried to recover. Finally, she turned herself over, leaning back on her elbows against the desk-top. As Harry looked her over, wild and flushed and disheveled and looking thoroughly fucked, he couldn't help but be proud of himself.
"Good lord," she murmured, staring into his eyes as she attempted to collect herself.
"Not bad, eh?" he asked, a pleased smugness apparent in his voice as he adjusted his trousers and re-buckled his belt.
Hermione playfully scowled at him before giving a bit of a rueful laugh. "Not bad at all," she finally responded as she found her blouse and tried to reassemble what was left of her clothing. "But don't forget, my turn at 'livening things up' is next."
Harry laughed. If the day's activities had proven anything, it was that they really didn't need to liven much up. They were doing pretty good as it was. But still, far be it from him to stand in the way of Hermione's intellectual curiosity. "Oh yeah?" he responded. "And what do you have planned?"
Hermione gave him an arch look before turning back to the desk. Opening one of the drawers, she removed what looked to be a jewelry box. "Here," she said, hading the box to him.
Curious, he opened it and saw what looked to be a black leather bracelet with sliver snaps. He looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression. "This is your plan? A bracelet? It's not bad, but you can't possibly expect me to wear that. I'm not exactly a bracelet kind of guy," he added with a confused laugh.
Hermione smirked at him as she leaned lazily against the desk. "It's not a bracelet, Harry. It's a ring."
Confused, he pulled it out of the box. True enough, it was too small to be a bracelet. But... "Hermione? There's no way this is going to fit. It's way too big for even my thumb."
Hermione let out a loud laugh and gave him a kiss on his cheek before walking out of the room. "Oh, Harry. It's not for your finger," she called over her shoulder as she left.
Harry just sat and stared at the leather ring. She hadn't... Had she?
He chuckled and laughed as he shook his head in disbelief. She was hot.
The End.
Rating: Mature
Category: PWP
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 2379
Summary: Harry and Hermione have different views on the subject of clothing and jewelry. For the prompt: "A character in this ficlet must say the sentence, 'You can't possibly expect me to wear that.' "
Notes: LMAO I TOLD YOU TODAY'S WOULD BE BETTER! (lol, though, this is the closest I'll ever come to writing a "Hermione who's insecure about her attractiveness" fic, since those are sort of my pet peeve. Somehow, it just forced itself in there :/)
Oh, and I have a bit of an announcement: I AM A HUGE DUMBASS. You see, I thought DH came out on Sunday, and now I realize that most of you will have it tonight. lol, in my defense, I never planned on buying it - hell, I'm not even sure that I'll be reading it - so I was kind of clueless. So, the point? Well, there's NO WAY I'm going to have all seven of these done before midnight tonight. But I'll still post one a day, so that no matter how DH turns out, at least you'll have some fresh porn. After all, porn is ALWAYS WELCOME, right?
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" she cooed in what she hoped was a sultry voice as she entered the room, her short uniform skirt swaying around her hips.
Harry stared at her for a moment before coughing a bit. "Er, yes. I wanted to discuss your behavior in class today."
"My behavior?" she asked with wide eyes as she played with the buttons on her slightly-too-tight uniform blouse. She walked closer to Harry and pulled herself onto the desk he was sitting at, letting her legs open slightly so that he was basically sitting between her knees.
"Yes," Harry answered, as he visibly swallowed a gulp of air. "You were extremely disruptive today."
She laughed the way that she had seen other women laugh when they flirted with men. "Disruptive? Yes, I suppose I have been a bad girl." She leaned forward slightly, and ran her hands up and down her thighs that were peeking out from under her short skirt, before whispering into his ear. "A very bad girl. Are you going to punish- Oh for heaven's sake Harry, I can't do this, I feel ridiculous!"
Harry let out a loud, frustrated groan as he let his head fall back.
"I mean, honestly Harry? A naughty school-girl? This is so not me!" Hermione continued, pulling at the tight blouse with an expression of supreme distaste on her face.
"For crying out loud, Hermione," Harry finally interjected, the frustration obvious in his voice. "You were the one who suggested that we 'liven things up' to begin with!" He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked her over. "And you do NOT look ridiculous. You look hot. As usual."
Hermione blushed. "That's nice of you to say, Harry. But let's be honest. I'm not 'hot.' I never have been, and wearing a school-girl's uniform that's two sizes too small isn't going to change that."
Harry stared at her, open-mouthed. He knew that Hermione was rather critical of herself, but that statement was just absurd. Hermione might not have been beautiful the way Cho or even Ginny was, but she was incredibly sexy to him. Her confidence, the way she walked, the way she commanded attention whenever she entered a room, the way she would look you straight in the eye with that unblinking intensity… All those things about Hermione made her hot. And Harry knew he was most definitely not alone in his opinion. As far back as when they were in Hogwarts together, he could see the way the other boys' eyes would follow her. In retrospect, he suspected that one of the reasons he hated Malfoy so much was because he knew that the ferret must have harbored some fairly unsavory fantasies regarding the young witch.
He sighed. "Hermione," he began, putting his hands on her knees. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course!" Hermione answered, looking almost offended that he had asked such a question.
"Do I have some sort of habit of lying to you or something?"
Hermione looked slightly uncomfortable at that question. "No," she whispered, a blush beginning to stain her face.
Harry smiled and brought a hand to her cheek, caressing its softness. "So. When I tell you that you're hot, why don't you believe me?"
Hermione just stared at him, and Harry could see her trying to puzzle that out. "I suppose… I suppose that I think you're just saying that to make me feel better. Not that you're lying to me, exactly, but that you're just trying to be nice."
Harry couldn't help but laugh in response. But before Hermione could be outraged, he grabbed her hips and slid her closer to the end of the desk, keeping himself firmly between her legs. It wasn't a bad position to be in. "Hermione, I am most definitely not just 'being nice.' You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life." He quickly hushed her when she opened her mouth to protest. "Honestly. You have this… this… this fire that burns in you that I could never get tired of. A woman is hot because of her attitude, because of the way she carries herself."
He gave her a slow smile that caused her to suck in her breath. "A woman is hot because of how she loves, how you can sense that she fills whatever she does with passion." He reached up to run his thumb along her full lower lip, causing her to shiver slightly. "And you, Hermione? You are the most intense, passionate woman I've ever seen in my life. The way you look at me? The way you touch me?" He gave a theatrically lusty sigh and threw her a sexy grin. "Hot. Unbelievably hot. Really, really, really HOT."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Well, then," she replied, with a blush. But this time it was a blush of pleasure rather than embarrassment. "I suppose I'll just have to believe you. Because you wouldn't lie to me."
"That's right," Harry answered with a chuckle. "Though, don't go around testing your hotness on any other guy. I'm sort of the jealous type."
Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms lightly about his neck and shoulders. "Is that so, Professor Potter?" she asked with an impish smile. "Maybe you've been the bad boy. Maybe I should be punishing you."
"If you think I'm going to complain about that idea…"
Harry didn't finish his sentence for Hermione had brought her lips down onto his.
He sighed gustily. God, but she was an amazing kisser. She would lightly tease his lips open with the tip of her tongue before snaking into his mouth. Slowly, deliberately, she would run her tongue along his, along the edges and tip, causing him to moan into her mouth.
He could feel her smile against his lips. She became more insistent with her kisses, stroking his tongue with more heat, before sucking slightly so that she literally took his breath away.
Harry snapped. She knew exactly how to stoke his lust. With a growl, he grabbed her hips and dragged her off the desk and onto his lap. He then began his assault on her mouth, first nibbling on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
Hermione let out a throaty moan, causing his cock to swell as his heat and blood began to rise and swell. He released her mouth to kiss down her throat, eliciting a series of delicious sighs and pants from Hermione's reddened lips.
"Oh, Haaaaarrry," she sighed when he licked and sucked at the base of her neck, along her collarbones, before moving his mouth down to the valley of her cleavage which tantalized him in the tight blouse she was wearing.
She writhed slightly on top of him, and the friction against his groin pushed him further and further to the edge. He yanked at her blouse, ripping it open so that a couple of the buttons even popped off.
Hermione couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, Professor Potter! I didn't know that your were so macho!" But she soon had no breath left for giggling, for Harry had quickly stripped her of her bra and the only sounds that she was capable of making were a collection of moans and hissing gasps, as Harry teased her breasts and nipples with his fingers and mouth and tongue.
He even lightly nibbled at her nipples, knowing that she would be grinding on his lap from the slightly painful pleasure. And, true enough, she was soon wantonly riding him, burying her hands in his hair, and groaning her approval as he teased the sensitive nubbins of pink flesh.
"Oh god, Harry!" she moaned again and again, and Harry's cock twitched against the pressure of his trousers as Hermione began to lose more and more control.
"Hermione, baby, tell me you're wet," he mumbled around her breast as his hand squeezed her other nipple. "Tell me that you're soaking for me to bury my cock in you."
Hermione moaned loudly before grabbing his hand and thrusting it under her tiny knickers. "Feel for yourself," she hissed, moving his hand with hers as she dipped their fingers into her wet folds.
Harry let his head fall back, groaning at the slick wet heat that his fingers encountered. And as Hermione continued to move her fingers with his, he was sure he was about to lose his mind. Her small, delicate fingers twined with his as they stroked her pussy, bringing the wetness from her sopping cunt to her engorged clit, their fingers slippery and hot as they both rubbed and stroked.
Hermione tossed her head back and gave a throaty, raspy moan. "Harry! Oh fuck, Harry, I'll never get enough of you, never enough!" she rasped, and began to grind harder on him even as their fingers continued their torture.
Harry was seeing red, his lust had so clouded his vision. There she was, her breasts practically bouncing in his face as she gyrated on top of him, moaning his name over and over, when she brought both of her hands to his waist, making quick work of his belt and zipper.
He groaned as he felt her hand on his naked hardness. He had to be in her. He had to make her come hard, his cock ramming into her tight heat over and over.
With a strength born from need, he suddenly stood them both up. And before she could ask what he was doing, he spun her around so that she was facing the desk, and he bent her over it, rubbing his erection against the sweet, firm cleft of her ass.
He made quick work of her knickers, and with little preamble, quickly buried his hard cock into her cunt.
"HARRY!" she screamed as he began to thrust, hard and deep into her, practically banging her into the desk.
"Oh, god, you love it, don't you, Hermione?" he rasped into her ear as he buried his face into the wild mop of her hair. "Tell me how much you love it," he commanded, even as he grasped her hip and pounded into her.
"Oh fuck, oh god, Harry, I love it," she moaned as she shook her head up and down and back and forth, unable to keep it steady as her body was rocked by his penetrating cock.
He reached one hand around to her front, grabbing a breast and kneading it hard, squeezing the nipple in time with his thrusts. "Oh god, Hermione, you're so hot for me, so wet for me… My cock, it feels so good inside you… so fucking good" he muttered, removing his hand from her breast to place it on the desk-top, bracing him so that he could ram into her harder and harder.
"Yessss, Harry," she gasped. "It feels so good, so hard, your cock, it fills me so good, you fuck me so good, oh god!"
"That's because you're mine, Hermione." The words were terse, bitten out of his mouth as the heat and passion threatened to overtake him.
"Yes! Harry, I'm yours! Fuck me, fuck me always!" Hermione screamed as she met him thrust for thrust, backing her hips against him, squeezing her cunt around his cock as her slick juices coated him in their slippery heat.
"You're mine!" Harry shouted, possessed by his lust for her. "MINE!" he shouted again and again, pounding into her throbbing cunt.
Hermione gave one last scream as her body tensed and she came hard, her wet heat rippling around him, again and again. The pleasure was so keen that he soon felt his balls tighten almost painfully.
And then he exploded within her, his orgasm so powerful that it seemed never-ending. Again and again, his cock convulsed in her, even as he screamed her name over and over.
Finally, spent by the wild fierceness of their fucking, he withdrew from her before flopping back into the chair.
Hermione practically lay on the desk, panting as she tried to recover. Finally, she turned herself over, leaning back on her elbows against the desk-top. As Harry looked her over, wild and flushed and disheveled and looking thoroughly fucked, he couldn't help but be proud of himself.
"Good lord," she murmured, staring into his eyes as she attempted to collect herself.
"Not bad, eh?" he asked, a pleased smugness apparent in his voice as he adjusted his trousers and re-buckled his belt.
Hermione playfully scowled at him before giving a bit of a rueful laugh. "Not bad at all," she finally responded as she found her blouse and tried to reassemble what was left of her clothing. "But don't forget, my turn at 'livening things up' is next."
Harry laughed. If the day's activities had proven anything, it was that they really didn't need to liven much up. They were doing pretty good as it was. But still, far be it from him to stand in the way of Hermione's intellectual curiosity. "Oh yeah?" he responded. "And what do you have planned?"
Hermione gave him an arch look before turning back to the desk. Opening one of the drawers, she removed what looked to be a jewelry box. "Here," she said, hading the box to him.
Curious, he opened it and saw what looked to be a black leather bracelet with sliver snaps. He looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression. "This is your plan? A bracelet? It's not bad, but you can't possibly expect me to wear that. I'm not exactly a bracelet kind of guy," he added with a confused laugh.
Hermione smirked at him as she leaned lazily against the desk. "It's not a bracelet, Harry. It's a ring."
Confused, he pulled it out of the box. True enough, it was too small to be a bracelet. But... "Hermione? There's no way this is going to fit. It's way too big for even my thumb."
Hermione let out a loud laugh and gave him a kiss on his cheek before walking out of the room. "Oh, Harry. It's not for your finger," she called over her shoulder as she left.
Harry just sat and stared at the leather ring. She hadn't... Had she?
He chuckled and laughed as he shook his head in disbelief. She was hot.
The End.