Power Struggle - 1/1 - Adult - Cho/Hermione
Title: Power Struggle (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: A fight over a book takes a surprising change of direction. Cho/Hermione.
Word Count: 1071.
They had been fighting. Bickering in hushed tones in a corner of the Library over a book that Cho knew she deserved because she was the seventh year: she was the one who was preparing for her NEWTs, not swotty little Hermione Granger, who got under her skin more than anyone that Cho had ever known.
Then, their battle for dominance had taken a different direction and they had been kissing, rough and messy, with hands clawing at uniforms and a book falling to the floor with a clatter as Cho shoved Hermione up against the table. Despite her small frame, she was surprisingly strong.
They broke off when the book landed on the floor, the sound of harsh breathing in the air. Cho stared at Hermione and Hermione stared back at her, neither one wanting to make a move and both expecting Madam Pince to come around the corner and scold them for dropping a book.
“Bitch,” Hermione breathed, her brown eyes narrowing.
“Slut,” Cho hissed back. She darted forwards, lips claiming Hermione’s again as her hands grabbed at Hermione’s wrists, pinning her down. With the younger witch’s surprise, Cho’s tongue easily invaded Hermione’s mouth, coaxing heady moans out of her and making Hermione tremble.
“Such a little slut,” Cho repeated, breaking off the kiss and feeling a frisson of delight when Hermione whimpered at the loss. Hermione looked stunned, her eyes wide and lips parted, slightly swollen from the kiss. “Why is it that you always have half a dozen boys trailing after you?” Cho asked almost angrily. Hermione opened her mouth, probably to retort that it was Cho who always had the boys chasing her. Cho, however, dug her nails into Hermione’s wrists, making her squeak and bite her lip.
Cho’s breath was hot against Hermione’s face. “Do you bring them to the Library?” she asked softly. “Suck them off in the stacks? Fuck them up against the bookshelves?” Hermione’s chest heaved and Cho laughed, enjoying the way that she had the normally confident and brash Hermione Granger looking scared out of her wits.
“Do books turn you on, Granger?” Cho asked. She let go of one of Hermione’s wrists but, before Hermione could push her off with her free hand, Cho’s hand had ducked under Hermione’s skirt, fingers slipping into her knickers. Hermione gasped as Cho touched her, her hand grasping Cho’s blouse.
Cho licked her lips. “You’re so fucking wet, Granger,” Cho murmured, finding this more than a little arousing. Was it the Library that was getting Hermione Granger hot under the collar or what Cho was doing? Her fingers moved easily along Hermione’s wet folds and she pressed a finger against Hermione’s entrance, making Hermione whimper.
“I’ve seen you with McLaggen. Like it rough, do you?” It seemed that the Gryffindor wasn’t quite as prim and proper as her exterior appearance led people to believe. Cho pushed her finger into the girl, her muscles tight around Cho’s digit as she let out a choking groan. Looking up, Cho’s eyes met Hermione’s and Cho let out a sound of annoyance, pressing her lips to Hermione’s in a hard kiss. She wasn’t sure what she was annoyed with, but there was something.
Hermione didn’t stay submissive for long, though, kissing Cho back as her free hand closed around one of Cho’s breasts. She squeezed it and Cho moaned against her lips. Even through the material of Cho’s blouse and bra, Hermione could feel Cho’s hard nipple pressing into her palm. In retaliation, Cho added another finger, thrusting them deeper into Hermione with a twist of her wrist.
“Never pictured you as a dyke, Chang,” Hermione muttered roughly, as though her hips weren’t thrusting towards Cho’s hand or she wasn’t putting her hand up Cho’s shirt to cup her breast.
Cho gave a growl of annoyance at the accusation. “All those boys are just a decoy, are they?” She hissed as Hermione tweaked a nipple hard enough to hurt, the sensation heading straight to the crux of her thighs. “To hide the fact that you’re just a muff diver.”
Hermione wrenched her other hand from Cho’s grip. “Not a lesbian,” she insisted harshly, even though she kissed Cho again. As Cho’s fingers hit a spot inside her that had her groaning against her mouth, Hermione’s hand found its way under Cho’s skirt, her fingers pushing her knickers to the side.
Cho’s hips jerked as Hermione touched her, wet beneath Hermione’s fingers. Hermione’s other hand played with her nipple as she teased her clit in the same way. Cho wanted to asked where the fuck she had learnt that, but couldn’t with Hermione’s tongue exploring her mouth. She tried adding a third finger, feeling Hermione stretch around her, but it was too much and Hermione came, shuddering and whimpering into Cho’s mouth.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Cho told her roughly, grinding her hips against Hermione’s hand and needing more pressure on her clit. She could feel herself getting close to the edge, but wasn’t sure that Hermione’s fingers were enough. Biting her lip hard, Cho imagined their positions reversed and her up against the table as the Gryffindor was down on her knees, lapping at her cunt like it was the best thing since chocolate. She wanted to see Hermione Granger kneel.
She came with that thought playing on her mind, hand tightly gripping Hermione’s arm. Even though her body was buzzing from her climax, Cho glared up at Hermione. “I’m not gay.”
“Neither am I,” Hermione said stiffly, her cheeks flushed. “Just because it feels like the boys never understand me, it doesn’t mean that I like girls.”
Sure that her face was a red as Hermione’s, Cho nodded, feeling as though the edge of animosity between them was gone, or at least dissipated for the moment. “I know the feeling.”
Hermione licked her lips, letting out a shaky breath. “Right. Um, you can have the book.”
Cho blinked. “What?”
“The book.” Hermione glanced behind her at the table where the book sat innocently. “The one that we were…”
“Right,” Cho interrupted quickly, embarrassed that she had forgotten how they had ended up in their current position. “Well,” she said, trying to straighten her blouse, “seeing as you’re so determined to have it, I suppose we could… share.”
Hermione looked at her dubiously for a moment, and then nodded. “I think we might be able to handle that.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: A fight over a book takes a surprising change of direction. Cho/Hermione.
Word Count: 1071.
They had been fighting. Bickering in hushed tones in a corner of the Library over a book that Cho knew she deserved because she was the seventh year: she was the one who was preparing for her NEWTs, not swotty little Hermione Granger, who got under her skin more than anyone that Cho had ever known.
Then, their battle for dominance had taken a different direction and they had been kissing, rough and messy, with hands clawing at uniforms and a book falling to the floor with a clatter as Cho shoved Hermione up against the table. Despite her small frame, she was surprisingly strong.
They broke off when the book landed on the floor, the sound of harsh breathing in the air. Cho stared at Hermione and Hermione stared back at her, neither one wanting to make a move and both expecting Madam Pince to come around the corner and scold them for dropping a book.
“Bitch,” Hermione breathed, her brown eyes narrowing.
“Slut,” Cho hissed back. She darted forwards, lips claiming Hermione’s again as her hands grabbed at Hermione’s wrists, pinning her down. With the younger witch’s surprise, Cho’s tongue easily invaded Hermione’s mouth, coaxing heady moans out of her and making Hermione tremble.
“Such a little slut,” Cho repeated, breaking off the kiss and feeling a frisson of delight when Hermione whimpered at the loss. Hermione looked stunned, her eyes wide and lips parted, slightly swollen from the kiss. “Why is it that you always have half a dozen boys trailing after you?” Cho asked almost angrily. Hermione opened her mouth, probably to retort that it was Cho who always had the boys chasing her. Cho, however, dug her nails into Hermione’s wrists, making her squeak and bite her lip.
Cho’s breath was hot against Hermione’s face. “Do you bring them to the Library?” she asked softly. “Suck them off in the stacks? Fuck them up against the bookshelves?” Hermione’s chest heaved and Cho laughed, enjoying the way that she had the normally confident and brash Hermione Granger looking scared out of her wits.
“Do books turn you on, Granger?” Cho asked. She let go of one of Hermione’s wrists but, before Hermione could push her off with her free hand, Cho’s hand had ducked under Hermione’s skirt, fingers slipping into her knickers. Hermione gasped as Cho touched her, her hand grasping Cho’s blouse.
Cho licked her lips. “You’re so fucking wet, Granger,” Cho murmured, finding this more than a little arousing. Was it the Library that was getting Hermione Granger hot under the collar or what Cho was doing? Her fingers moved easily along Hermione’s wet folds and she pressed a finger against Hermione’s entrance, making Hermione whimper.
“I’ve seen you with McLaggen. Like it rough, do you?” It seemed that the Gryffindor wasn’t quite as prim and proper as her exterior appearance led people to believe. Cho pushed her finger into the girl, her muscles tight around Cho’s digit as she let out a choking groan. Looking up, Cho’s eyes met Hermione’s and Cho let out a sound of annoyance, pressing her lips to Hermione’s in a hard kiss. She wasn’t sure what she was annoyed with, but there was something.
Hermione didn’t stay submissive for long, though, kissing Cho back as her free hand closed around one of Cho’s breasts. She squeezed it and Cho moaned against her lips. Even through the material of Cho’s blouse and bra, Hermione could feel Cho’s hard nipple pressing into her palm. In retaliation, Cho added another finger, thrusting them deeper into Hermione with a twist of her wrist.
“Never pictured you as a dyke, Chang,” Hermione muttered roughly, as though her hips weren’t thrusting towards Cho’s hand or she wasn’t putting her hand up Cho’s shirt to cup her breast.
Cho gave a growl of annoyance at the accusation. “All those boys are just a decoy, are they?” She hissed as Hermione tweaked a nipple hard enough to hurt, the sensation heading straight to the crux of her thighs. “To hide the fact that you’re just a muff diver.”
Hermione wrenched her other hand from Cho’s grip. “Not a lesbian,” she insisted harshly, even though she kissed Cho again. As Cho’s fingers hit a spot inside her that had her groaning against her mouth, Hermione’s hand found its way under Cho’s skirt, her fingers pushing her knickers to the side.
Cho’s hips jerked as Hermione touched her, wet beneath Hermione’s fingers. Hermione’s other hand played with her nipple as she teased her clit in the same way. Cho wanted to asked where the fuck she had learnt that, but couldn’t with Hermione’s tongue exploring her mouth. She tried adding a third finger, feeling Hermione stretch around her, but it was too much and Hermione came, shuddering and whimpering into Cho’s mouth.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Cho told her roughly, grinding her hips against Hermione’s hand and needing more pressure on her clit. She could feel herself getting close to the edge, but wasn’t sure that Hermione’s fingers were enough. Biting her lip hard, Cho imagined their positions reversed and her up against the table as the Gryffindor was down on her knees, lapping at her cunt like it was the best thing since chocolate. She wanted to see Hermione Granger kneel.
She came with that thought playing on her mind, hand tightly gripping Hermione’s arm. Even though her body was buzzing from her climax, Cho glared up at Hermione. “I’m not gay.”
“Neither am I,” Hermione said stiffly, her cheeks flushed. “Just because it feels like the boys never understand me, it doesn’t mean that I like girls.”
Sure that her face was a red as Hermione’s, Cho nodded, feeling as though the edge of animosity between them was gone, or at least dissipated for the moment. “I know the feeling.”
Hermione licked her lips, letting out a shaky breath. “Right. Um, you can have the book.”
Cho blinked. “What?”
“The book.” Hermione glanced behind her at the table where the book sat innocently. “The one that we were…”
“Right,” Cho interrupted quickly, embarrassed that she had forgotten how they had ended up in their current position. “Well,” she said, trying to straighten her blouse, “seeing as you’re so determined to have it, I suppose we could… share.”
Hermione looked at her dubiously for a moment, and then nodded. “I think we might be able to handle that.”