Mine
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
36,761
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mine
Edit: Just some spelling errors that I noticed and must be fixed!
He sat in the dark corner of the club, watching a young woman dance the night away. The walls shook and rumbled as the music was being played. Someone walked by setting a full glass of whiskey on his table. Nodding his head at the person, he took a huge drink out of it. Setting it down, he went back to watching the woman. The wolf in him growled when he saw two young men dancing with her. The song had ended and the bartender came up onto the stage.
“Ladies and Gents, its 3 am in the morning. This place is closed. The floo is in the backroom. Get out!” He said laughing.
The two young men went to the back room while the girl went towards the door. He got up and started to follow her.
She felt the hairs of her neck stand up. Looking around she took out her wand. A moment later it was on the ground and she was gone.
Struggling the girl tried to fight her way out. The man chuckled and whispered in her ear.
“You’re mine.”
In shock, she stopped struggling. In a flash, he ripped off her shirt and bra. Feeling the cold air and his warm hands against her, she started to struggle.
“I like it when you struggle, my dear. Turns me on.”
When she heard those words, she tensed up. Taking the opportunity, he grabbed his wand and spelled her clothes away. A small whimper escaped from her mouth.
“No time for foreplay tonight my love. I need you and I need you now.”
She heard rustling of clothes and a zipper being undone. She closed her eyes and wished she was elsewhere. She felt his hands trying to move her but she tried to resist.
“On your hands and knees witch, you’ll do what I want. On your hands and knees now.”
She moved onto her stomach, moving too slow to the man’s like. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and thrust into her. Throwing her head back she cried out.
“That’s right, cry out. No one can hear you. No one can save you. You’re mine.”
He put his hand beside her head, balancing himself while he kept his right arm around her waist. He started to thrust into her faster, harder. A shuddering moan escaped from the witch’s lips.
“Yyyyeeeeessss.”
He jerked his head back and moaned. He felt his balls tighten up as his orgasm neared.
“Hermione!”
His hips jerked, and he thrust himself sharper as he released himself into her. He slumped down onto her, pushing her into the bed.
“Mine.”
He sat in the dark corner of the club, watching a young woman dance the night away. The walls shook and rumbled as the music was being played. Someone walked by setting a full glass of whiskey on his table. Nodding his head at the person, he took a huge drink out of it. Setting it down, he went back to watching the woman. The wolf in him growled when he saw two young men dancing with her. The song had ended and the bartender came up onto the stage.
“Ladies and Gents, its 3 am in the morning. This place is closed. The floo is in the backroom. Get out!” He said laughing.
The two young men went to the back room while the girl went towards the door. He got up and started to follow her.
She felt the hairs of her neck stand up. Looking around she took out her wand. A moment later it was on the ground and she was gone.
Struggling the girl tried to fight her way out. The man chuckled and whispered in her ear.
“You’re mine.”
In shock, she stopped struggling. In a flash, he ripped off her shirt and bra. Feeling the cold air and his warm hands against her, she started to struggle.
“I like it when you struggle, my dear. Turns me on.”
When she heard those words, she tensed up. Taking the opportunity, he grabbed his wand and spelled her clothes away. A small whimper escaped from her mouth.
“No time for foreplay tonight my love. I need you and I need you now.”
She heard rustling of clothes and a zipper being undone. She closed her eyes and wished she was elsewhere. She felt his hands trying to move her but she tried to resist.
“On your hands and knees witch, you’ll do what I want. On your hands and knees now.”
She moved onto her stomach, moving too slow to the man’s like. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and thrust into her. Throwing her head back she cried out.
“That’s right, cry out. No one can hear you. No one can save you. You’re mine.”
He put his hand beside her head, balancing himself while he kept his right arm around her waist. He started to thrust into her faster, harder. A shuddering moan escaped from the witch’s lips.
“Yyyyeeeeessss.”
He jerked his head back and moaned. He felt his balls tighten up as his orgasm neared.
“Hermione!”
His hips jerked, and he thrust himself sharper as he released himself into her. He slumped down onto her, pushing her into the bed.
“Mine.”