Appendage - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Hermione
Title: Appendage (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: By the time Bill had disabled the curse, Hermione was sporting a new appendage. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #50: writer's choice.
Word Count: 955.
Bill smirked as he looked at Hermione. “Well,” he drawled in amusement, “I’ve never seen one of those before.”
Hermione glared at him, hands on her hips. “Bill!”
“Okay, so I’ve seen one of those before,” Bill relented with a teasing smile. His eyes were fixed firmly on the obvious bulge in the front of Hermione’s shorts. “I’ve just never seen one a woman.”
The glare that she had trained on him was pure outrage. “Help me get rid of it, Bill.”
Hermione had come across a rather interesting security charm on the crypt that they had been exploring. Her own arrogance had let her charge on ahead without checking for curses, and Bill had, in his amusement, let the newbie go ahead of him. The curse had hit Hermione, knocking her to the ground. Bill had raced over to help her, only to find that, by the time he had disabled the curse, she was sporting an additional appendage.
“Let me see it,” he said, coughing a little as he tried not to laugh.
“Bill!” she snapped. “This isn’t funny.”
He cleared his throat. Really, this was serious. He didn’t even like to think about what might have happened to him if he had been on the receiving end of the curse. “Okay. I’ll be serious. But I really do need to see it so I can work out how to reverse it.”
Hermione scowled and then, without any hesitation, unbuttoned the light shorts that she was wearing - the weather was far too hot in Egypt for her liking - and pushed them down. The pale blue knickers that she was wearing had been pushed to the side. “There,” she said angrily, looking down at it.
Bill raised his eyebrows, quite unable to look away. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I think it’s bigger than mine.”
“Bill, that’s not the p… really?” Hermione looked at him, intrigued and feeling a little proud despite her annoyance. Bill shrugged.
“It’s not the size that matters. It’s what you do with it.” His smirk was back.
Hermione tried not to snort with laughter. “Size helps,” she told him smartly. Her eyes flicked to his crotch, feeling a strange yet familiar feeling as she tried to imagine what his cock looked like. She looked down at her new penis. “It is rather large,” she said, feeling a little embarrassed to have it just hanging out. Except, it wasn’t so much hanging anymore…
“What do you think?”
“That you look like sex,” Bill said automatically. His cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat. “Er, what I mean is… it’s probably just a transmutation spell. Designed to scare and disorientate. It should wear off of its own accord.” He bit his lip as Hermione curiously wrapped her hand around her cock. “I’d be careful doing that if I were you.”
“Why?” Hermione asked looking up at him. She licked her lips, the sensation very peculiar and not at all like what she was used to. “Will touching it affect the curse?”
“No. It’ll just make you…”
Hermione’s soft cry of, “Oh, fuck!” cut him off. Her cock stood up erect, practically slapping up against her belly. Her hand was still wrapped around it, and Hermione had automatically started to stroke it. Bill watched her, gaping. He could see that her nipples were hard through the thin material of her t-shirt and he could feel his own cock starting to react.
After an amicable split from Fleur, Bill had started exploring his sexuality to a greater degree. He’d slept with a few men over the last few years, but his thoughts had been entirely female-focused from the moment Hermione Granger had signed on as a trainee curse breaker at Gringotts. Now, with that hard cock between her legs, she was probably his perfect woman, if she hadn’t already been so, anyway.
Hermione groaned, bringing Bill’s attention back to her. “I never knew it felt…” She’d backed herself up against the wall of the crypt, her hand stroking her erection. “Help me,” she whimpered.
Bill nodded and did the first thing that came to mind. He kissed her. His fingers tangled in her hair, her erection pressing against his denim-clad thigh. Bill moaned against her mouth, his hand replacing hers.
“You’re hard,” she gasped in some wonder as she felt Bill’s cock.
“Mmm. Can you blame me?” Bill made a strangled sort of sound as Hermione touched him through his jeans, quickly drawing down the fly and freeing his erection. “So fucking hot.” He ground his hips against hers, their cocks meeting. Hermione hissed and Bill pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her throaty moan.
Hermione came with a whimper against his lips, her release splashing onto his belly. She fell limply against the wall, Bill holding her up as he continued to move against her. He came a few moments later, signalling his release with a yell.
With a tired groan, Hermione said, “I’m never going to laugh if a bloke finishes early again.”
Bill chuckled, brushing his lips against her. “Maybe all women should try this curse, then.”
Hermione looked down at her now-flaccid cock. “I wonder how much longer this is going to last?” she said thoughtfully as Bill found his wand and cast a quick spell to clean them up.
He looked at her quirking an eyebrow. “Just now you couldn’t wait to get rid of it.”
It was Hermione’s turn to smirk. “An interesting opportunity to experiment has presented itself, so to speak,” she told him. “And I’ve never been one to turn down a chance like this.”
Her hand rested on his arse, squeezing gently; a sly smile played on her lips. “Care to help me?”
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: By the time Bill had disabled the curse, Hermione was sporting a new appendage. Bill/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #50: writer's choice.
Word Count: 955.
Bill smirked as he looked at Hermione. “Well,” he drawled in amusement, “I’ve never seen one of those before.”
Hermione glared at him, hands on her hips. “Bill!”
“Okay, so I’ve seen one of those before,” Bill relented with a teasing smile. His eyes were fixed firmly on the obvious bulge in the front of Hermione’s shorts. “I’ve just never seen one a woman.”
The glare that she had trained on him was pure outrage. “Help me get rid of it, Bill.”
Hermione had come across a rather interesting security charm on the crypt that they had been exploring. Her own arrogance had let her charge on ahead without checking for curses, and Bill had, in his amusement, let the newbie go ahead of him. The curse had hit Hermione, knocking her to the ground. Bill had raced over to help her, only to find that, by the time he had disabled the curse, she was sporting an additional appendage.
“Let me see it,” he said, coughing a little as he tried not to laugh.
“Bill!” she snapped. “This isn’t funny.”
He cleared his throat. Really, this was serious. He didn’t even like to think about what might have happened to him if he had been on the receiving end of the curse. “Okay. I’ll be serious. But I really do need to see it so I can work out how to reverse it.”
Hermione scowled and then, without any hesitation, unbuttoned the light shorts that she was wearing - the weather was far too hot in Egypt for her liking - and pushed them down. The pale blue knickers that she was wearing had been pushed to the side. “There,” she said angrily, looking down at it.
Bill raised his eyebrows, quite unable to look away. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I think it’s bigger than mine.”
“Bill, that’s not the p… really?” Hermione looked at him, intrigued and feeling a little proud despite her annoyance. Bill shrugged.
“It’s not the size that matters. It’s what you do with it.” His smirk was back.
Hermione tried not to snort with laughter. “Size helps,” she told him smartly. Her eyes flicked to his crotch, feeling a strange yet familiar feeling as she tried to imagine what his cock looked like. She looked down at her new penis. “It is rather large,” she said, feeling a little embarrassed to have it just hanging out. Except, it wasn’t so much hanging anymore…
“What do you think?”
“That you look like sex,” Bill said automatically. His cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat. “Er, what I mean is… it’s probably just a transmutation spell. Designed to scare and disorientate. It should wear off of its own accord.” He bit his lip as Hermione curiously wrapped her hand around her cock. “I’d be careful doing that if I were you.”
“Why?” Hermione asked looking up at him. She licked her lips, the sensation very peculiar and not at all like what she was used to. “Will touching it affect the curse?”
“No. It’ll just make you…”
Hermione’s soft cry of, “Oh, fuck!” cut him off. Her cock stood up erect, practically slapping up against her belly. Her hand was still wrapped around it, and Hermione had automatically started to stroke it. Bill watched her, gaping. He could see that her nipples were hard through the thin material of her t-shirt and he could feel his own cock starting to react.
After an amicable split from Fleur, Bill had started exploring his sexuality to a greater degree. He’d slept with a few men over the last few years, but his thoughts had been entirely female-focused from the moment Hermione Granger had signed on as a trainee curse breaker at Gringotts. Now, with that hard cock between her legs, she was probably his perfect woman, if she hadn’t already been so, anyway.
Hermione groaned, bringing Bill’s attention back to her. “I never knew it felt…” She’d backed herself up against the wall of the crypt, her hand stroking her erection. “Help me,” she whimpered.
Bill nodded and did the first thing that came to mind. He kissed her. His fingers tangled in her hair, her erection pressing against his denim-clad thigh. Bill moaned against her mouth, his hand replacing hers.
“You’re hard,” she gasped in some wonder as she felt Bill’s cock.
“Mmm. Can you blame me?” Bill made a strangled sort of sound as Hermione touched him through his jeans, quickly drawing down the fly and freeing his erection. “So fucking hot.” He ground his hips against hers, their cocks meeting. Hermione hissed and Bill pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her throaty moan.
Hermione came with a whimper against his lips, her release splashing onto his belly. She fell limply against the wall, Bill holding her up as he continued to move against her. He came a few moments later, signalling his release with a yell.
With a tired groan, Hermione said, “I’m never going to laugh if a bloke finishes early again.”
Bill chuckled, brushing his lips against her. “Maybe all women should try this curse, then.”
Hermione looked down at her now-flaccid cock. “I wonder how much longer this is going to last?” she said thoughtfully as Bill found his wand and cast a quick spell to clean them up.
He looked at her quirking an eyebrow. “Just now you couldn’t wait to get rid of it.”
It was Hermione’s turn to smirk. “An interesting opportunity to experiment has presented itself, so to speak,” she told him. “And I’ve never been one to turn down a chance like this.”
Her hand rested on his arse, squeezing gently; a sly smile played on her lips. “Care to help me?”