Enslaved

Night Visitor

Harry sighed heavily as he idly flicked the pages of A History of Quidditch while he lay on his bed. He was not interested in reading the book for the millionth time, he was waiting for the house to be still, when everyone had gone to bed so that he could call Pansy to him. Harry grinned, he had a lot in mind for her tonight, her reactions to him earlier had only fuelled his appetite for more of her.

He had spent the rest of the day avoiding Hermione as much as possible, or when he was in her presence to not look at her directly. He didn’t think there was much she could say to him, after all, Pansy had been far from an uncooperative participant earlier. But, Harry was in no doubt that Hermione would think of something to lecture him about so he had avoided her at all costs.

Noticing the clock next to his bed was telling him it was 11:30 Harry was pretty sure that Ron and Hermione would be asleep by now. He swung out of bed and was about to knock on the wall to signal Pansy when a light knock on his bedroom door distracted him.

How convenient, Pansy must have come to him. Smirking Harry said, “come in.”

“Evening, Harry.” Hermione walked through the door, closing it silently behind her.

“Oh, hi, Hermione. Alright?” Harry asked nervously, she had that look on her face, the same determined look she wore when she was getting ready to convert someone to SPEW.

“Yes, I’m fine thank you. You?”

“Tired.” He responded quickly in the hope that she would say whatever it was she was going to say quickly and then leave him to it.

“I’m sorry to hear that, there’s something I would like to discuss with you.” Hermione told him moving the chair by his desk to a better angle and positioning herself stiffly on it.

Harry titled his head with interest, she didn’t seem as if she was going to start a lecture any time soon. Ruffling his hair he frowned, “And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“No it could not.”

“Hermione? What’s the matter?” Harry figured he had better get it over with or she would never leave. He’d never seen her so stiff and brisk before.

Hermione was silent for a few seconds, she seemed to be considering what she wanted to say. “Well, I suppose I have a sort of…well, a deal for you.”

“Deal? What kind of deal?” He wondered sitting on the edge of the bed and surveying her nervous fingers lacing and unlacing together.

“Well…” she paused and sighed heavily. “I guess it’s not so much a deal as a request.”

Harry stared at her in confusion, “Request? Hermione, what are you trying to get at? You’re confusing me.”

She swallowed and a faint tinge of pink coloured her cheeks. “I want to feel what Pansy was feeling in the kitchen earlier today.”

Harry smiled kindly at her and nodded his understanding, “Just let Ron know, or is that why you’re here? Do you want me to mention to him that you would be…um… accepting of such advances?”

Hermione’s eyebrows drew together in a slight frown, “No, Harry, that is not why I am here. I want you to make me feel those things….”

“WHAT?” Harry yelled his jaw dropping in shock. “What? I don’t… I don’t ….I can’t…. you what?”

Hermione sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. It was clear from her expression that she believed he was just being annoying for the sake of it. “Harry, really. It’s not that big of a request is it? I mean, we are friends, Harry, and I’ve done a lot for you over the past years.”

“Not that big a request?” He echoed dumbly, “Hermione, how many of your friends have ever asked you something like this?”

“None.” She responded shortly.

“I don’t understand.” He admitted running a hand through his hair. “This is insane, Hermione. What about Ron?”

Hermione shifted uncomfortably and folded her arms over her chest. “Things are moving very fast these days, Harry. Life as we know it is gone, we may never get it back, although I intend to, as they say, save myself for Ron, I am not at that stage with him yet. In fact, we do not seem able to move past the kissing and holding hands stage. That in itself is fine with me, one thing I have no intention of doing is rushing my relationship with Ron and ruining what we have….”

“And you don’t think coming to me for sexual favours will ruin things?” Harry interrupted dryly.

“I have waited a long time to be with Ron.” Hermione continued as though Harry had not spoken. “But I do not wish to die in a few days and not experience the feelings I saw Pansy feel.”

Harry sighed, “Hermione, we might not die in a few days time.”

“That is very true.” She conceded, “And if we don’t then Ron and I can continue along our way and experience new things together.”

“But surely if you mention some of this to Ron you can have what you want from him?” Harry pointed out reasonably. “Why me, Hermione?”

Her eyes locked onto his face leaving Harry with the feeling of no escape. “Because I know without a shred of doubt that you can give me exactly what I want, first time at bat as they say in America.”

Harry shook his head in disbelief, his fingers curling through his hair as he rubbed at his temples with the heel of his hands. “This is crazy, this is unbelievable.”

“Will you do it or not, Harry?” Hermione demanded. “I would like you to cast your mind back at this stage to every single time I have stood by you, to everything I have taught you about the history of the wizarding world to help you, to every time I let you copy my notes, to every time I….”

“Alright!” Harry snapped irritably. “I get it, Hermione. This is blackmail, no less.” He added giving her a meaningful look.

She inclined her head slightly, “And I have supported you at every turn, no less.”

Harry sighed softly, “Alright, Hermione. You win. When do you want…. I mean…um… when?” He stammered flushing slightly.

“No time like the present.” Hermione replied.

“Now?” Fear gripped Harry’s heart, how could he do this? She was Hermione, his friend. This wasn’t happening to him! Swallowing he nodded, “Fine.” He managed to croak out.

“W…what do you want me to do?” She enquired nervously, dropping her eyes from his face.

A slow smile spread over Harry’s lips, suddenly Hermione was not the brisk, to the point, blackmailing girl she had been only moments ago. Now she was nervous, inexperienced, and her control over the situation gone from her.

Now, he, Harry Potter was back in control, and being in control was something he liked very much.

Clearing his throat to make sure his voice came out firm and commanding he said, “I’ll need you to move, Hermione. Over to the bed.”

She obeyed his request, standing and moving slowly towards his bed, sitting herself right on the edge. Harry took this brief moment to notice the extreme differences between her and Pansy. Pansy wore silk and satin, flimsy lace nightgowns that left little to his imagination and taunted him relentlessly. Hermione wore a nightgown of white cotton that ended just above her knee. Although he knew both of them to be virgin’s, Pansy was much more aware of her body, of her sexuality than Hermione was.

“Lie back, Hermione, get comfortable.” He instructed while he took his wand and performed silencing and locking spells on his door. The last thing he wanted was for Ron to walk in, he could never explain this so that Ron would understand and not kill him. “Right.” He muttered turning to the bed where he could be mistaken for thinking lay a corpse rather than his friend.

“You need to relax, Hermione.” He explained moving to the end of the bed and squeezing her bare foot reassuringly.

“The light is still on.” Hermione’s voice was strained as she stared at him with wide eyes.

“Arlight, I’ll get rid of it.” Harry distinguished the candle and promptly hit his big toe against the bed post. “OW! Bloody hell that hurt!”

“Harry? Are you ok?” Hermione’s voice came at him through the darkness.

“Yeah, I stubbed my big toe that’s all.” He scowled when he heard her giggle. Giggling meant she was regaining control over herself, he wanted the control, so he said conversationally, “I’ve put up a silencing spell, you can make as much noise as you want.”

She didn’t reply and Harry nodded in satisfaction. Control was back in his hands. His one hand still curled over her foot he found her other foot to enable him to gauge where she was until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was rather inconvenient for him, he would have liked to have seen the all knowing Hermione’s face when she finally surrendered all dignity before him.

Running his hands up her legs he found the hem of her nightgown and flicked it upwards out of his way, his hands shifting past her knees to the smooth skin of her inner thighs, easing her legs apart. “Are you certain, Hermione?”

“Yes.” She replied, “Make me feel what Pansy felt.”

Shrugging at her logic Harry settled himself into a comfortable position, his finger tips tracing the seam of her underwear. Lowering his head he brushed his lips over the cotton of her underwear and he heard a small gasp of surprise come from Hermione.

His fingers travelled over her searching for her clit, a small intake of breath in the darkness told him he had found what he was searching for. Gently he pressed against her, moving his finger in slow circles feeling her grow harder and her hips lifted towards him.

Lowering his head again he nipped at the cotton with his teeth, grazing over her, his warm breath causing a gentle ache in her lower abdomen. His hand moved between her legs, rubbing at her creating a quiet friction that made her gasp softly.

Harry smirked when he felt the dampness of her underwear against his hand. His tongue prodded at her clit through the cotton and Hermione moaned. Hooking his fingers over the top of her knickers Harry quickly dragged them down her legs and slung them over his shoulder. His hands stroked her legs, encouraging them to part more for him. “Come on, Hermione, open your legs a bit more for me.”

She obliged immediately to his request and Harry grinned. “One more thing, if your going to be shouting, I only want you to shout my name. No Gods or Merlin. Just Harry.” He instructed lowering his head between her legs again.

“Oh!” She cried out in surprise when she felt his tongue brush over her.

Harry grinned again, as he travelled around the moist, swollen heart of her, his tongue licking and prodding into every crevice he could find while Hermione moaned and gasped, her hips lifting towards him.

“HARRY!” Hermione screamed in delight when he took her off guard and thrust his tongue between her wet lips, deep inside her. “OH! Harry!”

Her body arched up from the bed as the exquisite feelings between her legs coursed up through her veins. She was aware of every tiny flick of Harry’s tongue, every time he rubbed against her sensitive nub, every time he licked around her and stabbed back inside her wet entrance.

“Are you close, Hermione?” Harry asked innocently, knowing full well that she was.

“Yes! Harry, don’t stop.” She moaned, her hands searching for him, to grip him and hold him close to her.

She felt him, hot and wet entering her again, giving her long, slow strokes, sucking on her causing her to strain against him. Automatically Hermione lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders groaning with pleasure as he thrust deeper into her.

Harry didn’t think about his reaction to this new position, he knew what he would do if he were with Pansy, and Hermione had asked to feel what Pansy felt. Quickly Harry trailed his finger through the wetness of Hermione and twisting his hand to support her back as he carefully sought out her anus and began to rub it in small circles.

Hermione responded with a low moan, “Harry, more, don’t stop.”

His lips closed over her clit and he sucked gently, she moaned again her hands gripping the bed sheet as felt the moisture gathering between her thighs.

Encouraged by Hermione’s response, Harry applied more pressure to his finger, allowing the tip to slip inside her. He groaned inwardly, she was warm and tight and he was more turned on than he thought he would be. His cock was throbbing intensely and he longed for Pansy’s expert mouth.

Slowly he pushed the entire length of his finger inside her. Hermione made a weird sound that Harry had the feeling was more discomfort than pleasure, but seeming as she hadn’t asked him to stop, he continued with what he was doing. Pulling his finger back, before thrusting into her again, a little harder. This time she moaned and Harry smirked inwardly. He could just imagine the horror on her face in the morning when she went back over tonight and realised what she had been enjoying.

“Harry! Oh Harry!” Hermione cried out suddenly, her body shaking.

“You like it, Hermione? Do you want more?” He wondered, breaking away from her only for a moment before slipping his tongue inside her again.

“Oh! Harry, Harry! Oh!! I’m…. I’m…..Harry! I’m….“ A pleasure she had never known before swept Hermione’s senses and she cried out with delight.

“Coming.” Harry finished quietly as her orgasm flooded his mouth. Hermione tasted different to Pansy, no better or worse he thought, just different. And as much as he enjoyed the control, Hermione was not Pansy and he was aching for his girl right now.

Clearing his throat he straightened up, replacing Hermione’s legs on the bed and drawing her nightgown down around her legs. “Lumos.” He murmured and the candles in his room sprung to life, showing a breathless Hermione panting on the bed, her chest heaving and her eyes wide and bright from her climax. “I hope that was what you were looking for.” Harry said, looking at her innocently.

“Very satisfactory.” Hermione responded breathlessly.

“Good. Take as much time as you like to, um, gather yourself together.” Harry offered, “I need to see Pansy now. Goodnight, Hermione.” Harry didn’t wait for Hermione’s response, he left the room quickly barging into Pansy’s room.

Pansy jumped, “Oh, you startled me. What took you so long?”

“I had to discuss something with Hermione. Do you have anything to eat in here? Anything minty?” Harry was suddenly aware that if Pansy kissed him she might very well taste Hermione and that would never do. He also decided to ignore the fact that he hadn’t told Pansy the truth as to what he had been doing.

“Sure, I have mints in the draw.” Pansy handed him the packet and surveyed him closely. “Been thinking about something exciting have you?” She wondered, her eyes alighting on the bulge in his trousers.

“Hum, come here.” He demanded.

She moved immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck, tilting her head back and revelling in the hard kiss he gave her.

Hermione stood up shakily, blushing bright red when she retrieved her underwear from the floor. Using her wand she performed a useful little spell she had come across in the library, allowing the wall before her to become a sort of one way mirror that showed her what was happening in Pansy’s bed room.

She watched as Harry kissed Pansy, his hands pushing the robe she wore from her shoulders revealing her naked body that he pressed against him. Hermione watched as Harry’s hand snaked over Pansy’s breast, squeezing as he went and dropped down between her legs.

Pansy’s legs parted instantly and her head fell back. Hermione knew Harry has cast a silencing charm on the door as she couldn’t hear anything. Harry’s lips caressed Pansy’s throat, and shoulder and Herrmione knew Pansy was enjoying everything he did by the way her fingers tightened their hold on his arm.

Suddenly they broke apart and Harry said something that made Pansy’s lips curl in a smile. She turned from him leaning over the small beside table as Harry’s hands fumbled with the zip on his trousers.

Hermione gasped in surprise and her face burnt fiercely when Harry’s erection came into her vision. “Oh my.” she muttered, her hand covering her mouth.

She cried out in total shock when the next thing she knew Harry had slid himself inside Pansy’s ass and she watched helplessly as he pounded in and out, gripping hold of her hips as Pansy’s hands curled with a look of pleasure over her face.

Shaking her head Hermione flicked her wand to allow the wall to return to normal. What she had just witnessed couldn’t be normal behaviour could it? That was just disgusting wasn’t it? Her face flamed again, if it was so disgusting how come she felt so moist between her legs?

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A/N- Hope you guys like the new little twist with Hermione lol.