entry 043 - hp
Title: Steal Your Heart
Author: jamie_love13
Beta-Edited: N/A
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Hermione, mentions of Ron, Luna, Neville
Word Count: 1,750
Rating: R
Genre: Porn-without-Plot
Spoilers: All books, but nothing major. Basic knowledge, really.
Status: Completed
Summary: Harry finds Hermione in a very compromising position and can't help but get involved.
Disclaimer: Do not own. At all.
Warnings: Sex, a lot of it. Masturbation. With food. Yes, food! (^^). Swearing.
Notes: Written for the HHR fans on Clawchat :) and for hh_sugarquill
He doesn’t know why, but instead of sleeping, Harry finds himself walking to Hermione’s head girl bedroom door and knocking slightly on it, curious to see if she’s awake. Alright, that’s a lie. He knows his favourite head girl is awake, because a few days ago, he walked down to their common room to find her in a very interesting position.
He had come down the stairs for some food that night, extra hungry as he had quidditch practice during dinner and had to miss dinner and then catch up on a load full of homework for his classes. About halfway down the stairs, he could hear breathy moans, moans that he knew all too well meant something he shouldn’t be interrupting on, but he was curious to know if there was someone making those moans because of help or self-administrations. He slowly started going down the stairs, making sure not to step on the squeaky step. When he finally reached the bottom step, he sits down and holds his knees together, having a perfect view of Hermione on the couch and whatever it was that was causing her to moan so heavenly and wantonly.
“Harry,” He hears and jumps from the steps, thinking Hermione had caught him spying on her... activities, but sits back down quickly with his mouth opened when he realizes that she’s moaning his name, and fucking hell, she’s scissoring herself. He shoves his fist in his mouth, desperately trying not to moan at the sight of Hermione partially naked body, sweaty with exertion and possibly tasting absolutely delightful. She moans one more time, and Harry soon finds himself opening his legs and palming his dick. He feels a slight relief, knowing he’ll have to take a cold shower later on, but for now, palming will have to do. Hermione arches her body towards him and Harry cowers back a little, making sure to not be seen. It’s then he realizes that she’s not just partially naked, but fully naked, her bra unclasped, displaying her full breasts and tight nipples. Harry finds himself biting his lip too roughly, making it bleed, before he licks it up and unzips himself from his restraints. Hermione moans one more time, slowly sliding out whatever it is making her moan from her vagina and Harry can’t believe it, but fucking hell, it’s a fucking cucumber.
He moans this time when he hears his name from Hermione’s lips and now he really can’t help himself. He zips himself up, careful not to hurt himself in any way, but leaves himself unbuttoned before walking toward the front of the couch, in plain sight of Hermione. Her eyes are closed though, as she slowly eases the cucumber back inside of her, arching her body up one more time.
“Harrrrrry” She moans again, and with a smirk and a cross of his arms, Harry cannot help but go,
“Yes Hermione?” Hermione’s eyes snap open, her body quickly deflating, and Harry cannot help but notice, goose bumps rising all over her body, before looking back up into her eyes and falling to his knees, his smirk still clearly visible.
“Yes Hermione?” He says one more time, eyes traveling her face, down to her breasts, where he can see the blush traveling, down even further to her lower regions, until she finally snaps out of her embarrassment.
“What are you doing here Harry?” She squeaks, grabbing a blanket to cover herself up, and Harry feels a sadness at that.
“Don’t cover yourself up, ‘Mione. You’re absolutely beautiful.” Hermione blushes again, looking down at herself, trying to hide her blush and her body. Harry brushes his fingers against her cheek, turns her face towards him, leans closer to her. Pretty soon his forehead is against hers, and she has a small smile on her face, lighting the whole structure of it up. He gives her a smile in return before completely putting his lips onto hers, and then probing them with his tongue, seeking entrance. When she agrees, opening her mouth in return, their battles duel for dominance before Harry hears her moan and he takes down the blanket from her body, caressing her left breast. She arches into the touch, and Harry can feel himself harden. Hermione can too, and she smiles at him, breaking apart their kiss before whispering his name and going back for more.
They make out heatedly like that for a good while before Harry can’t take anymore. He breaks the kiss and begins trailing kisses down Hermione’s body, his fingers trailing her lower body, heading for her vagina. She arches into all of the touches, moaning when she can feel Harry’s mouth on her breast. The world cascades into glorious lights and sounds for them both until Harry’s fingers slide inside her vagina.
He pushes himself up on his hand, and spots the cucumber she was using before grinning and taking said cucumber into his hands. She moans at the loss of contact his mouth created but soon moans even more when the cucumber is pushed back inside of her.
“I’m very much bigger than this, sweetheart,” He smirks, watching the glow around her brighten and her mouth forming into a perfect o in a gasp of ecstasy. His smirk turns into a grin when he latches onto her hip. After a short while, Hermione’s moans are getting louder and Harry can feel her tense up. He knows that he isn’t going to let her cum without him inside of her because all hell, he wants to feel her when she cums.
He grabs his wand quickly, realizes its Hermione’s wand (and the irony in that right now) and says the charm to make sure that there are no unplanned pregnancies happening any time soon before taking out the vegetable. Hermione swears at the loss of contact before moaning again when Harry replaces the filled out vagina with his dick.
He makes sure not to go any further, just in case the cucumber never broke her hymen but next thing he knows, she’s scratching his back - clawing at it, actually - begging Harry to keep going and don’t stop, and oh god, right there, once he does get going.
At some points he finds himself going slow, making sure to hit all seven of Hermione’s spots (thank you, Friends), and then sometimes, when he feels the pressure in his cock building and he can’t take so damn slow, he speeds up, still making sure to hit the spots, and loving it when Hermione’s moans turn into screams of pleasure.
A good while after they’ve connected, Harry can feel Hermione clench around him, her heat rolling off of his dick in waves, and god damn, it feels so good. She cums quickly, cum squirting out and damn if that’s not hot as it is, but she’s a hellion, he’ll give her that, clawing at his biceps and back. Soon, he can feel his own dick tightening with heat and liquid spurts out of him, moans coming from his mouth and Hermione’s and damn if it feels so good.
He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, smiling at the grin on Hermione’s face.
“That was nice,” She grins while wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into the crook of his shoulder and neck. He grins back and shakes his head before pushing himself off of his girlfriend and sitting up. She also sits up, climbs into his lap and sighs happily. He had no idea where the idea to roleplay came from, but he knew that he definitely enjoyed it.
He finds himself caressing Hermione’s side, and looks at her. It had only been a year and a half since they started dating, but everyday felt like it was going to be the rest of their lives. He was glad he had finally realized his feelings for his booklover friend and had asked her out, albeit, taking his time doing so as there was Ron and Harry was unsure about Ron’s feelings toward their friend. It all proved to be futile though, his worrying, as Harry found Ron and Luna together one time. He asked Ron and he had said all was good and Harry went for it.
To say Hermione was surprised was definitely an understatement. She had always had feelings for Harry, too afraid to act out on them because he was her first best friend and she hadn’t wanted to destroy that in case he rejected her and things became too awkward. She had ended up just putting herself in the river that belongs in Egypt, and accepting that she would always remain friends. They went on a date right away, and while they both decided to go for the kiss, they took things quite slow. They especially didn’t tell everyone right away but within three months, it was quite obvious that the two of them were happily in love.
Now, in their seventh year, with an engagement ring on their fingers, happy and in love and as close as they could ever be, Harry couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without the girl next to him. As he stared at her, watching her fall asleep, Harry couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful woman. He always wondered if he would end up happy, what with his parents gone, and his aunt and uncle horrible to him and then Sirius’ gone and then Dumbledore, to top it all off. When he started to date Hermione, he always wondered if they would last forever, hoped and prayed that they would, but he could never be sure and he never wanted anything bad to happen to them.
Being engaged was amazing, as well. No one but Ron, Luna and Neville knew about their engagement, as they wanted everything private and cleared with the people they cared about before word got out, but Harry was so excited, none the less. He wanted to start a family with Hermione, was excited to start a family with her. Their kids would be smart and intelligent, beautiful and kind. They would be the perfect kids, but there’d be problems and they would get over everything together, as a family. As everything that Harry ever wanted.
He could feel Hermione curl up beside him, hold onto him tighter than before and heard her sigh before he looked down on her.
“Go to bed, love.” He said, and kissed her head.
Author: jamie_love13
Beta-Edited: N/A
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Hermione, mentions of Ron, Luna, Neville
Word Count: 1,750
Rating: R
Genre: Porn-without-Plot
Spoilers: All books, but nothing major. Basic knowledge, really.
Status: Completed
Summary: Harry finds Hermione in a very compromising position and can't help but get involved.
Disclaimer: Do not own. At all.
Warnings: Sex, a lot of it. Masturbation. With food. Yes, food! (^^). Swearing.
Notes: Written for the HHR fans on Clawchat :) and for hh_sugarquill
He doesn’t know why, but instead of sleeping, Harry finds himself walking to Hermione’s head girl bedroom door and knocking slightly on it, curious to see if she’s awake. Alright, that’s a lie. He knows his favourite head girl is awake, because a few days ago, he walked down to their common room to find her in a very interesting position.
He had come down the stairs for some food that night, extra hungry as he had quidditch practice during dinner and had to miss dinner and then catch up on a load full of homework for his classes. About halfway down the stairs, he could hear breathy moans, moans that he knew all too well meant something he shouldn’t be interrupting on, but he was curious to know if there was someone making those moans because of help or self-administrations. He slowly started going down the stairs, making sure not to step on the squeaky step. When he finally reached the bottom step, he sits down and holds his knees together, having a perfect view of Hermione on the couch and whatever it was that was causing her to moan so heavenly and wantonly.
“Harry,” He hears and jumps from the steps, thinking Hermione had caught him spying on her... activities, but sits back down quickly with his mouth opened when he realizes that she’s moaning his name, and fucking hell, she’s scissoring herself. He shoves his fist in his mouth, desperately trying not to moan at the sight of Hermione partially naked body, sweaty with exertion and possibly tasting absolutely delightful. She moans one more time, and Harry soon finds himself opening his legs and palming his dick. He feels a slight relief, knowing he’ll have to take a cold shower later on, but for now, palming will have to do. Hermione arches her body towards him and Harry cowers back a little, making sure to not be seen. It’s then he realizes that she’s not just partially naked, but fully naked, her bra unclasped, displaying her full breasts and tight nipples. Harry finds himself biting his lip too roughly, making it bleed, before he licks it up and unzips himself from his restraints. Hermione moans one more time, slowly sliding out whatever it is making her moan from her vagina and Harry can’t believe it, but fucking hell, it’s a fucking cucumber.
He moans this time when he hears his name from Hermione’s lips and now he really can’t help himself. He zips himself up, careful not to hurt himself in any way, but leaves himself unbuttoned before walking toward the front of the couch, in plain sight of Hermione. Her eyes are closed though, as she slowly eases the cucumber back inside of her, arching her body up one more time.
“Harrrrrry” She moans again, and with a smirk and a cross of his arms, Harry cannot help but go,
“Yes Hermione?” Hermione’s eyes snap open, her body quickly deflating, and Harry cannot help but notice, goose bumps rising all over her body, before looking back up into her eyes and falling to his knees, his smirk still clearly visible.
“Yes Hermione?” He says one more time, eyes traveling her face, down to her breasts, where he can see the blush traveling, down even further to her lower regions, until she finally snaps out of her embarrassment.
“What are you doing here Harry?” She squeaks, grabbing a blanket to cover herself up, and Harry feels a sadness at that.
“Don’t cover yourself up, ‘Mione. You’re absolutely beautiful.” Hermione blushes again, looking down at herself, trying to hide her blush and her body. Harry brushes his fingers against her cheek, turns her face towards him, leans closer to her. Pretty soon his forehead is against hers, and she has a small smile on her face, lighting the whole structure of it up. He gives her a smile in return before completely putting his lips onto hers, and then probing them with his tongue, seeking entrance. When she agrees, opening her mouth in return, their battles duel for dominance before Harry hears her moan and he takes down the blanket from her body, caressing her left breast. She arches into the touch, and Harry can feel himself harden. Hermione can too, and she smiles at him, breaking apart their kiss before whispering his name and going back for more.
They make out heatedly like that for a good while before Harry can’t take anymore. He breaks the kiss and begins trailing kisses down Hermione’s body, his fingers trailing her lower body, heading for her vagina. She arches into all of the touches, moaning when she can feel Harry’s mouth on her breast. The world cascades into glorious lights and sounds for them both until Harry’s fingers slide inside her vagina.
He pushes himself up on his hand, and spots the cucumber she was using before grinning and taking said cucumber into his hands. She moans at the loss of contact his mouth created but soon moans even more when the cucumber is pushed back inside of her.
“I’m very much bigger than this, sweetheart,” He smirks, watching the glow around her brighten and her mouth forming into a perfect o in a gasp of ecstasy. His smirk turns into a grin when he latches onto her hip. After a short while, Hermione’s moans are getting louder and Harry can feel her tense up. He knows that he isn’t going to let her cum without him inside of her because all hell, he wants to feel her when she cums.
He grabs his wand quickly, realizes its Hermione’s wand (and the irony in that right now) and says the charm to make sure that there are no unplanned pregnancies happening any time soon before taking out the vegetable. Hermione swears at the loss of contact before moaning again when Harry replaces the filled out vagina with his dick.
He makes sure not to go any further, just in case the cucumber never broke her hymen but next thing he knows, she’s scratching his back - clawing at it, actually - begging Harry to keep going and don’t stop, and oh god, right there, once he does get going.
At some points he finds himself going slow, making sure to hit all seven of Hermione’s spots (thank you, Friends), and then sometimes, when he feels the pressure in his cock building and he can’t take so damn slow, he speeds up, still making sure to hit the spots, and loving it when Hermione’s moans turn into screams of pleasure.
A good while after they’ve connected, Harry can feel Hermione clench around him, her heat rolling off of his dick in waves, and god damn, it feels so good. She cums quickly, cum squirting out and damn if that’s not hot as it is, but she’s a hellion, he’ll give her that, clawing at his biceps and back. Soon, he can feel his own dick tightening with heat and liquid spurts out of him, moans coming from his mouth and Hermione’s and damn if it feels so good.
He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, smiling at the grin on Hermione’s face.
“That was nice,” She grins while wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into the crook of his shoulder and neck. He grins back and shakes his head before pushing himself off of his girlfriend and sitting up. She also sits up, climbs into his lap and sighs happily. He had no idea where the idea to roleplay came from, but he knew that he definitely enjoyed it.
He finds himself caressing Hermione’s side, and looks at her. It had only been a year and a half since they started dating, but everyday felt like it was going to be the rest of their lives. He was glad he had finally realized his feelings for his booklover friend and had asked her out, albeit, taking his time doing so as there was Ron and Harry was unsure about Ron’s feelings toward their friend. It all proved to be futile though, his worrying, as Harry found Ron and Luna together one time. He asked Ron and he had said all was good and Harry went for it.
To say Hermione was surprised was definitely an understatement. She had always had feelings for Harry, too afraid to act out on them because he was her first best friend and she hadn’t wanted to destroy that in case he rejected her and things became too awkward. She had ended up just putting herself in the river that belongs in Egypt, and accepting that she would always remain friends. They went on a date right away, and while they both decided to go for the kiss, they took things quite slow. They especially didn’t tell everyone right away but within three months, it was quite obvious that the two of them were happily in love.
Now, in their seventh year, with an engagement ring on their fingers, happy and in love and as close as they could ever be, Harry couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without the girl next to him. As he stared at her, watching her fall asleep, Harry couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful woman. He always wondered if he would end up happy, what with his parents gone, and his aunt and uncle horrible to him and then Sirius’ gone and then Dumbledore, to top it all off. When he started to date Hermione, he always wondered if they would last forever, hoped and prayed that they would, but he could never be sure and he never wanted anything bad to happen to them.
Being engaged was amazing, as well. No one but Ron, Luna and Neville knew about their engagement, as they wanted everything private and cleared with the people they cared about before word got out, but Harry was so excited, none the less. He wanted to start a family with Hermione, was excited to start a family with her. Their kids would be smart and intelligent, beautiful and kind. They would be the perfect kids, but there’d be problems and they would get over everything together, as a family. As everything that Harry ever wanted.
He could feel Hermione curl up beside him, hold onto him tighter than before and heard her sigh before he looked down on her.
“Go to bed, love.” He said, and kissed her head.