Kate!Fic | Harry Potter Hump Day Drabble Dump | Adult
Title: Harry Potter Hump Day Drabble Dump
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Pairings: Romilda Vane/Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Dean Thomas/Unnamed Slytherin
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Three naughty drabbles written for the hp_humpdrabbles community.
1. Romilda Vane/Oliver Wood
1. Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
1. Dean Thomas/Unnamed Slytherin
Romilda Vane/Oliver Wood
To purge Oliver Wood from her life, that was Romy's resolution for the upcoming year. They'd had a good run, coming together whenever there was an itch to be scratched, but lately the burly Scot had wanted more. He wanted all of her, and that just couldn't happen. Romy was not one for relationships, no matter how fantastic her suitor was in bed.
So she would forget the way his body moved against hers, slick with persperation as the headboard knocked their rhythm on the bedroom wall. She'd learn not to miss the way his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, the crooked grin on Oliver's face when he saw his mark on her skin and knew she was branded as his for a time. The blissful ache that remained at her center long after he'd gone from her would fade eventually, and her voice would slowly return as her throat healed the traces from her screams of pleasure.
Heated blue eyes peered down at her and Romy's breath hitched, her orgasm crept steadily closer.
Thank God it was still New Year's Eve.
Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
Raspberries.
Her lips reminded him of raspberries in season.
Plump and sweet, with their not-quite-red hue.
Feminine. Soft. A perfect contrast to her dark, blunt-cut hair and piercing eyes.
In the heat of the moment words would shoot from her mouth like daggers. Words so sharp-edged he wondered that they never cut those pretty lips as the passed.
Her forked tongue was doing no damage now, though. It caressed his length with skill and tenderness as her berry-stained lips slid over him, drawing ragged breaths and shuddering moans.
It was Neville’s first experience, his only experience that went beyond clumsy kisses and unsure hands seeking newly blossomed breasts. That Pansy was well-versed in the ways a young man and woman could know one another was obvious in the confident way she sucked him, and he could feel nothing but gratitude for those who had tread the path before him, enabling him to reap the benefit of their study.
He knew it would never happen again.
As his climax came upon him, ecstatic tremors wracking his body while Pansy took his offering easily, Neville couldn’t hold the moan that echoed through the empty room.
He collapsed against the back of his chair, waiting for his breathing to slow before banishing the evidence of his orgasm and pulling his clothes together. Then, carefully, he used his wand to fish the silvery ribbon of memory from the pensieve and replace it in its vial.
Five years and a changed world later and he still couldn’t let it go.
Dean Thomas/Unnamed Slytherin
His eyes had been on her for hours.
The delicious post-coital lethargy had overtaken his lover, lulling her into a deep sleep, her lithe form sprawled atop the sheets. She so resembled the serpent that represented her school affliation - sinuous curves that promised secrets and lured the unsuspecting to their doom. Dean's fingers itched to capture the image and he reached for his paints.
He started with the curl of the tail, his brush tickling the soft skin of her thigh, and she roused from her slumber with a soft moan of protest. Quieting her with a low shh, Dean continued the length of the body, over the roundness of her hip, barely brushing her back before climbing the ladder of her ribcage.
It was when he reached the curve of her breast that the rise and fall of her chest began to quicken, and his mouth turned at the corners as a needy mewl escaped her lips. By the time he'd looped her narrow shoulders and come down her chest, the brush bristles circling a taut nipple, his lover was beginning to chafe under strain of remaining still for him. Her body shook with tiny tremors, but his hands continued to move.
Her eyes were dark and heated, muscles twitching as Dean moved down her stomach. As he covered her center, the triangle of flesh transformed into the head of the snake, she moaned in earnest, need and anticipation burning within her. All that remained was the forked tongue, and dabbing the tip of his brush into a pool of scarlet paint, Deanslicked a red line between her folds.
Her back arched upward, the rough bristles grazing the hidden bundle of nerves. With a slow and steady hand, Dean teased her, his brush mimicking the flick of a serpent's tongue. The sounds coming from her mouth and the way she moved were deeply satisfying, her hips rocking as she sought more. Speeding his movements, he murmured, "Let go."
The bejeweled snake writhed beautifully as her orgasm took her. A masterpiece.
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Pairings: Romilda Vane/Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Dean Thomas/Unnamed Slytherin
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Three naughty drabbles written for the hp_humpdrabbles community.
1. Romilda Vane/Oliver Wood
1. Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
1. Dean Thomas/Unnamed Slytherin
Romilda Vane/Oliver Wood
To purge Oliver Wood from her life, that was Romy's resolution for the upcoming year. They'd had a good run, coming together whenever there was an itch to be scratched, but lately the burly Scot had wanted more. He wanted all of her, and that just couldn't happen. Romy was not one for relationships, no matter how fantastic her suitor was in bed.
So she would forget the way his body moved against hers, slick with persperation as the headboard knocked their rhythm on the bedroom wall. She'd learn not to miss the way his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, the crooked grin on Oliver's face when he saw his mark on her skin and knew she was branded as his for a time. The blissful ache that remained at her center long after he'd gone from her would fade eventually, and her voice would slowly return as her throat healed the traces from her screams of pleasure.
Heated blue eyes peered down at her and Romy's breath hitched, her orgasm crept steadily closer.
Thank God it was still New Year's Eve.
Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
Raspberries.
Her lips reminded him of raspberries in season.
Plump and sweet, with their not-quite-red hue.
Feminine. Soft. A perfect contrast to her dark, blunt-cut hair and piercing eyes.
In the heat of the moment words would shoot from her mouth like daggers. Words so sharp-edged he wondered that they never cut those pretty lips as the passed.
Her forked tongue was doing no damage now, though. It caressed his length with skill and tenderness as her berry-stained lips slid over him, drawing ragged breaths and shuddering moans.
It was Neville’s first experience, his only experience that went beyond clumsy kisses and unsure hands seeking newly blossomed breasts. That Pansy was well-versed in the ways a young man and woman could know one another was obvious in the confident way she sucked him, and he could feel nothing but gratitude for those who had tread the path before him, enabling him to reap the benefit of their study.
He knew it would never happen again.
As his climax came upon him, ecstatic tremors wracking his body while Pansy took his offering easily, Neville couldn’t hold the moan that echoed through the empty room.
He collapsed against the back of his chair, waiting for his breathing to slow before banishing the evidence of his orgasm and pulling his clothes together. Then, carefully, he used his wand to fish the silvery ribbon of memory from the pensieve and replace it in its vial.
Five years and a changed world later and he still couldn’t let it go.
Dean Thomas/Unnamed Slytherin
His eyes had been on her for hours.
The delicious post-coital lethargy had overtaken his lover, lulling her into a deep sleep, her lithe form sprawled atop the sheets. She so resembled the serpent that represented her school affliation - sinuous curves that promised secrets and lured the unsuspecting to their doom. Dean's fingers itched to capture the image and he reached for his paints.
He started with the curl of the tail, his brush tickling the soft skin of her thigh, and she roused from her slumber with a soft moan of protest. Quieting her with a low shh, Dean continued the length of the body, over the roundness of her hip, barely brushing her back before climbing the ladder of her ribcage.
It was when he reached the curve of her breast that the rise and fall of her chest began to quicken, and his mouth turned at the corners as a needy mewl escaped her lips. By the time he'd looped her narrow shoulders and come down her chest, the brush bristles circling a taut nipple, his lover was beginning to chafe under strain of remaining still for him. Her body shook with tiny tremors, but his hands continued to move.
Her eyes were dark and heated, muscles twitching as Dean moved down her stomach. As he covered her center, the triangle of flesh transformed into the head of the snake, she moaned in earnest, need and anticipation burning within her. All that remained was the forked tongue, and dabbing the tip of his brush into a pool of scarlet paint, Deanslicked a red line between her folds.
Her back arched upward, the rough bristles grazing the hidden bundle of nerves. With a slow and steady hand, Dean teased her, his brush mimicking the flick of a serpent's tongue. The sounds coming from her mouth and the way she moved were deeply satisfying, her hips rocking as she sought more. Speeding his movements, he murmured, "Let go."
The bejeweled snake writhed beautifully as her orgasm took her. A masterpiece.