Stitched Mouths

The Art of Seduction

Hermione was staring at the back of Draco Malfoy’s head wondering what it would be like to tie the rich bastard up and have him at her complete mercy. Would he be screaming mudblood at her then? Or begging for her? She glanced over at her two best friends who were diligently completing their assignment which she had already finished a good ten minutes ago. Harry returned her gaze first, his emerald eyes searching hers and then he smirked slightly, it was going to be another adventurous night. They didn’t often get the chance to play. Hermione usually had Head Girl duties or Harry was off on missions or Ron was off with another girl or guy and was too busy keeping up his slutty Gryffindor image to go off with them. Ron looked up at her a few seconds later and nodded, so they had the full trio tonight. Definitely what she needed to get those ice cold eyes out of her head for a while. She then returned to her own extra-curricular work but sooner or later it got the better of her and she looked up at Malfoy again, he was looking bored. He was the Head Boy this year along with her. They shared a common room and a bathroom but he managed to stay as little in his room as possible and avoided her like the plague. Whenever she walked in, he scattered or when he walked into the room, he took one look at her and hurried off. It was frustrating but at least she had all her classes with him so she put in plenty of time daydreaming about his alabaster smooth skin or his dirty smirk.

The bell rang and she got up, gathering her things. Harry grabbed her ass as he walked past her and she smiled slightly at him as her two best friends walked out, she made to follow but was held back by Prof. Snape.

“As Head Boy and Girl, you are both responsible for planning out the graduation ceremony. Since it’s coming up soon, I hope you’ve already gotten to work on it. Also, Head Mistress McGonagall and I will provide you with any advice you might need for the ceremony,” Snape explained, looking between the two. He felt a certain amount of tension between the two but that was to be expected, they hated each other after all and that was what he liked in a Head Girl and Boy, they were supposed to hate each other, not marry each other. He then dismissed them and went back to his office.

“So mudblood, when did you want to plan everything?” Malfoy drawled as he followed Hermione out into the hallway.

“I’ll be open tomorrow night and don’t call me that Malfoy,” Hermione sneered back, giving him a dirty look over her shoulder, trying not to turn her look into a hooded, lustful something else.

“Oh come off it Granger, you know you like being called that. You know because you love being talked dirty to. Whatever fucked up little name I’ve ever made up for you, you’ve always stopped to hear from me. It’s like that sick, twisted mind of yours craves it. I’m busy tomorrow night, why not tonight?” He crossed his arms over his toned chest. She wanted to laugh in his face and rub up against him, telling him that he’s closer to the truth than he might think but instead she just rolled her eyes.

“I have a prior engagement that I can’t break. What’s so god damn important that we can’t do it tomorrow night?” She growled back, her hands on her hips.

“If you must know my private life I’ll be fucking my girlfriend which is ten times more important than spending the night with a snotty, little mudblood planning out a trumped up ceremony,” he almost shouted back. He did seem a little tensed up now that she stopped to look him truly over.

“What, Parkinson hasn’t been lifting her skirts lately? You seem a little tense Malfoy,” she pointed out, he sneered at her.

“I would never put my dick into something so used. I’m far from her bed mate,” he defended.

“Then who would ever decide to be crazy enough to allow you into their heart?” She looked mockingly, innocently curious with her finger next to her nose with her bum stuck out as she looked up to the ceiling, this time it was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes.

“I don’t know why I stoop so low to banter with you. You’re just a dirty mudblood after all,” Draco started past her but she wrapped her fingers tightly around his upper arm, he froze and looked down on her.

“What did I say? I wouldn’t call me that unless you wake up one morning regretting it,” she hissed, staring him dead in the eyes, a confused look washed over his face before he ripped out of her grasp.

“Fuck you,” he growled back and walked off, over his shoulder he called: “Mudblood.”

She grinned, she liked a pet that was so willing to push her dominance and he was always such a willful little brat. It was time to teach him a lesson or two or maybe more. She then skipped down the hallway up leading up to the Great Hall for dinner. Already plans starting to wander through her mind. She sat down in between Harry and Ron as Draco appeared at the door, going for his seat, he felt eyes on him so he turned and sneered at Hermione as he passed her table.

“So what did Snape want with you?” Ron asked, looking to her, Hermione shrugged.

“Just wanted us to start planning out the graduation ceremony, nothing special,” she answered, glancing at them both.

“That prat didn’t cause any trouble right?” Ron asked, glancing over at Malfoy who was settling at his table next to Blaise and a sixth year girl she had never noticed before. She was a cute little brunette with short ringlets that framed her sweet little face and big innocent blue eyes.

“None that I couldn’t take care of,” Hermione replied.

“That brat needs to be taught a lesson,” Harry growled, his eyes darting over at their arch-nemesis in school. She caught the hint of lust in his narrowed green eyes and wanted to grin widely but instead looked over at Ron. She knew she would be needing a little help subduing Malfoy and who better than her favorite toy? Ron just rolled his eyes and went back to his dinner.


Later that night Hermione got dressed in her room. She pulled on her tight black latex pants and wiggled into her black and red latex corset before sliding on long black matching gloves. She then buckled on her collar with the large silver ring on it and pulled out her clear spacer in her tongue, putting in the black metal rod. She then pulled back her hair, letting her silk soft honey colored curls cascade down her neck. She then put on her dark red lipstick and dusted her eyelids charcoal black. Finally she slipped on her black knee length high heeled boots and to finish it off with her school robe over it all. She then checked her makeup in the mirror and opened the door, soft moans floated in. She made her way down the staircase and to the right was Draco, the sixth year pressed firmly between him and the wall. He was making a line of bite marks down her delicate ivory neck as his right hand kneaded her breast, the other sliding up her shapely thigh, disappearing up her short pleated skirt. Hermione cleared her throat loudly. He raised his face, his lips were swollen and inviting as his pink tongue darted out to lick them, he then looked to her, his blue eyes electric with lust. She wanted to just grab him, forcing him under her as she ravaged those lips for herself.

“I can’t say you don’t have good taste but bad judgment in your chosen spot of clandestine entanglements,” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow at him. He looked over once then frowned.

“What are you doing all done up like?” He asked, his blood probably firmly pooled at his groin area currently.

“I have a life of my own, Malfoy. See to it I don’t come back to your naked asses sprawled in the common room or I just might summon a Professor to see you two back to your proper rooms,” she then turned to leave.

“Is that a tongue piercing Granger?” He asked as she walked towards the door. She stopped and turned back to him, sticking out her tongue at him before disappearing out into the hall, slamming the door behind her. She stormed down the corridor towards the room of requirement, Malfoy had firmly pissed her off by noticing her tongue. He was probably going to tell the whole school now that little miss perfect isn’t as spotless as she lets on but as she walked in to a room filled with toys and her two favorite waiting for her in the center, she shrugged the earlier episode off. Let Malfoy talk, no one would believe the little gossip king anyway.

Harry was kneeling outside of Ron’s round cage, his hand firmly grasping Ron’s bright red tresses as he ravaged the other’s mouth. His other hand was working the dildo disappearing up Ron’s ass. The ball cage was suspended a little ways up from the ground. Ron was wearing a black waist cincher with her favorite pair of thigh high boots that showed off his exquisitely shaped legs and were straight points with long six inch heels that forced his ass to take an even more delectable shape as he walked. Harry was chained to the wall with knee length shorter heeled black boots on and a deep green waist cincher. Rons hands were busily working Harry’s own erection as he moaned into his mouth.

“How could I ever let you two out of my sweet care?” Hermione let her school robes drop as her two toys turned their heads towards her.

“We’ve missed you ‘Mione,” Harry breathed, pulling away from Ron and crawling towards her. His chain snapped taut but he still reached towards her. She walked towards him and pulled him to his feet, plundering his lips as she reached down to grasp his member tightly. He moaned into her mouth, his hands firmly staying at his sides but he itched to touch her. She then pulled away from him and walked towards Ron, she pulled open his cage and helped him out.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy Ronnie. I’ve heard that you’ve been playing around with a Slytherin,” she ghosted her fingers over his chest and down his sides.

“I’m sorry my goddess,” he breathed, she clicked her tongue, shaking her head and pointed to the wooden table on the left where many toys were laid out. He walked towards the table as she smacked his ivory ass, following him. Harry appeared on the other side of her to help. She picked up a whip with many leather tails on it and a cock ring. She kneeled down before him and started sucking on him to get him hard. She then slipped the cock ring on and got up. She then took Ron’s hand and led him before her to another wall. She then wrapped the soft strap around his left wrist to hold him to the wall as Harry repeated her actions on the other side. She then spread his legs and pulled back to admire him. She then grabbed Harry and kissed him, rubbing up against him as one hand ghosted down over his ass, the other pumping his cock between them. He moaned into her mouth as her fingers played with his hole, slowly applying pressure and then she was finger fucking him as he trembled against her. She then pulled away and he collapsed before her, his arms wrapped around her legs as he pleaded with her to continue. She slowly looked over at Ron who was panting heavily, his cock straining out before him. She walked over to him and started to tease his erection with her hand. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, putting his head back, exposing his neck to her.

“Who was it this time Ron?” She breathed, darting her tongue out to swipe against his chest. He was taller than both herself and Harry.

“Blaise, Blaise Zabini,” Ron panted out, she took one of his nipples in her mouth and suckled, he moaned laying his head back again.

“Was his ass tight as you pounded into him? Or did you let him fuck you?” She asked, grasping his aching member in her hand, he cried out, looking down into her eyes.

“He fucked me, he said he wasn’t like that. He wasn’t gay,” Ron answered her.

“Did he make you feel dirty Ronnie? Make you feel wrong for putting out for him?” She kissed down his chest.

“Yes,” he hissed, closing his eyes again.

“Aw, maybe we should go easy on him tonight Harry,” she looked over at her other toy. He crawled towards her and ran his hand down her back.

“Maybe a few lashes, just to learn him,” Harry suggested, his hand running over her tightly clad bottom.

“Yes, of course,” Hermione got up and accepted the whip from Harry.

“Who is your goddess, Ron?” She clearly said, pulling back the whip.

“Hermione,” he shouted as she let the whip fly, it landed with a loud crack against his upper legs, just under his cock. He squirmed against his restraints, panting still.

“Who knows what you need?” She asked.

“Hermione!” He shouted as she whipped him again, this time along his exposed chest.

“Who loves you?” She asked quietly.

“Hermione,” he looked into her eyes as she landed the whip on his hip, just barely grazing his cock. She then dropped the whip and kissed him then ran a trail down his neck and further down, Harry also working down the other side. She then pulled off the ring and sucked him dry. They then let him off the wall and returned him to his cage.

“You’ve been a bad boy Ronnie,” she said as she raised the ball cage up above their heads. She then pulled Harry over and laid down on the bed, he crawled up over her and kissed her. He pulled off her pants and then her corset, caressing every inch of her body then going back over with his tongue. Harry was so very good with his tongue, they had gotten their tongues pierced together and put those piercings to good use. He looked up at her adoringly as he slid both the metal ball and his tongue over her clit. They all needed the sexual release, they were in a very bloody and uncertain war where they were on the front line. Any of them and especially Harry could die at any moment so she rarely punished him. They both loved punishing Ron who would think up new things to get punished but Harry was a pleasure hog.

Hermione sat up and pulled his swollen lips up to hers, letting their tongue piercings click together as she ran her hands down to his member. She then rolled so he was underneath her and ran her tongue down his neck then suckled and nipped at both his nipples. He moaned and pleaded, writhing against her. She then positioned herself above him and slowly took him into her. His hand worked her clit as he pulled up to suckle on her breast. She ran her hand through his silk black hair as she slowly moved against him. He then laid back and she sped up the pace, leaning back to place her hands on his thighs as he kept his fingers at her clit. She groaned, feeling her orgasm start to build up, she cried out as she shook above him, climaxing. He loved seeing her like this, loved making her cum as much as she’d let him. If she didn’t stop him, he’d have his tongue on her clit all night and the next day.

She pulled off him and collapsed onto the bed as he leaned down, kissing along her navel and thighs before sliding his tongue into her, scraping the ball against her. She arched her back, reaching out towards the remote to let Ron down. She pushed the button and soon he was kissing her as Harry kept up his ministrations.

“Fuck him, get him to cum inside of me,” she ordered. Harry could keep up fucking her forever but she wanted a shorter night, she had plans she needed to firm up for her prospective new toy. Ron pulled away from her and pulled Harry up to kiss him, rubbing his cock against his best friend’s before turning him around and letting him slid up to Hermione. He then positioned her to have her legs hang off the bed, pulling one of her legs up onto his shoulder while he slid into her. She moaned as his fingers found her clit again and started massaging it. Ron started preparing Harry then slid into him. Harry groaned, leaning over Hermione, letting both his arms steady him on either side of her as Ron pounded into him. Soon they were all coming to another climax, she arched into Harry as he came inside of her, biting her hard on the shoulder. Soon Ron followed, his fingers firmly wrapped around Harry’s hips. They all then separated and Hermione moaned, reaching down to wipe some of the cum dripping out of her and sucked it off her fingers. Harry kissed her roughly and took a deep breathe, slowly going to sleep on the bed. Ron was cuddled up to him, spooning him from behind, she was supposed to take her place next to Harry and he even held his arms open for her but she shook her head, getting up.

“I have some work to do back at my dorm, I’m sorry,” she kissed Harry’s forehead and Ron’s mouth before going over to her school robes.

“Aw, you’re always doing your work, why can’t you stay for a little while longer?” Harry protested, she smiled over at him.

“I wish I could, you know I do but this is important. Besides I know you’ll have plenty of fun later on tonight with out me,” she said and went to the door. Deep down she knew that wasn’t really true, they all had a lot more fun when it was the three of them. Sure, she would sneak into Harry’s room occasionally for a mind blowing BJ and a good long fuck or join in on one of Ron’s sexual explorations but it was much better when it was just them three. She gave them one last longing look before walking back to her dorm.

She stopped the door from slamming closed behind her as she froze in the dark small entryway leading to their common room. She slowly let it silently click close as she pressed up against the wall to fully hide herself. Malfoy was moodily doing an essay as his girlfriend sat cross legged behind the coffee table across from him. She was trying to do her own studies but she kept glancing up.

“Come on Draco, can’t we just play a little?” She pleaded finally.

“Not tonight Vanessa,” he frowned back at her.

“That’s what you said last night and the night before that and the night before that. You teased me horribly earlier,” she crawled over the coffee table, placing her hand so it was covering the essay he was writing.

“I just don’t want to,” he grumbled, looking up into her big bright blue eyes. She reached up, caressing his ivory cheek as she kissed him. He responded, hungrily sliding his tongue into her mouth. She crawled up into his lap, grinding down against him as his hands firmly kneaded her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her hands disappearing down between her legs to free his erection. She pulled back and giggled sweetly.

“I know you love to fuck me with my skirt on,” she breathily said as she directed his cock into her, sliding her panty to the side as he pulled up her tight sweater along with her white bra, he bit her nipple as his hands kneaded her ass, revealing innocent white panties pushed to the side as she moved against him. She worked hungrily against him, mewling prettily as he bit her again. He slapped her little ass and she worked faster against him, panting and crying out against him. She worked her self up into a scream and he flipped her over onto the couch, still inside of her. He grunted, slamming against her with her legs wrapped around him. He cried out a name during his climax which made Hermione suddenly freeze along with his girlfriend, it wasn’t Vanessa he cried out just then. He pulled out of her as she sat up, curling up as far away from him as possible.

“So that’s why you didn’t want to fuck me,” her voice was annoyingly wobbly as she shakily got up from the couch.

“I’m sorry Van-“ he started but she glared at him heatedly.

“Didn’t we say we loved each other? That this felt real?” she hissed, bringing herself up to her full 5’3” stature. Hermione was a full four inches taller than her with Draco being a good three to four inches taller than Hermione herself.

“Please, it’s just a passing fantasy, you know I love you,” he reached towards her but she pulled back even more. She then angrily gathered her things and stormed towards the door, tears streaming down her face. Hermione quickly whispered a charm so the little Slytherin wouldn’t notice her.

“I hope you get your sick little fantasy Draco Malfoy before my father ruins you,” she shouted back at him then slammed the door after her. Draco growled in frustration before getting up and storming off to his own room. She slowly got out of her hiding place and hurried to her room. She made sure he thought she was still gone as she fell onto her bed and caste a silencing spell. She moaned as she pulled off her clothing and dragged her fingers down between her breasts to her aching clit. She reached over to her night stand and grabbed the dildo she had there. She switched it on and slid it deep inside of her, groaning as she massaged her clit with her other hand. She closed her eyes, remember how good it sounded to hear her name on Draco’s lips. Hear him crying out in release, thinking about her body. She wanted him so badly but she wanted to do it right. She wanted to make him want her so badly that there was nothing else he was thinking about. Wanted him to need her like oxygen and then deny him until she was had him practically on his knees begging her. Until the great pureblood sex god of Slytherin was ripping out his gorgeous platinum blonde hair in want of having her. She came with a shout and collapsed into sleep. Her last mental image was seeing Draco with tears tracked down his ivory cheeks as he begged for another spanking, another touch from her.