Disguised Affections

A/N: WARNING!! SMUT AHEAD. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT, REST ASSURED, THERE IS NO PLOT CONTAINED WITHIN. THIS IS PURE PWP. JUST SKIP AHEAD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Harry Potter and everything contained herein is the exclusive property of JK Rowling. I just like to write stories where they do dirty things to each other. I make no profit.

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Chapter Eleven

It was early on Saturday morning and Hermione was waiting to meet Constantine to tend the water jenetts. When the rest of Hogwarts was still asleep in their beds, the two seventh-years would creep into their greenhouse while the rising sun was still painting the sky a flushed Dreamless Sleep purple. They’d remain silent as they slid into the water. The only sounds marring the silent morning cocoon were their quiet breaths as they broke the surface of the water.

The October morning cast pale and stark lines on the landscape around the greenhouse. Frost bloomed on the grounds, washing the beauty of Hogwarts with monochrome white. Inside the greenhouse, Hermione stood in her school skirt and blouse, a light sheen of sweat clinging to her upper lip.

She was pleased that the spells she and Neville had applied to ten of the glass tiles in the roof were effectively trapping the weakening warmth of the Scottish sun and keeping her jenetts alive and happy. The spells wouldn’t be effective enough in the dead of winter, but Hermione hoped that they’d only need one crop of the lotus for their research. For the early fall months, they were quite good enough to keep the flowers in balmy weather.

Hermione crossed her arms as she watched the sun climb further into the sky.

She was content.

Con entered Greenhouse Eleven, being careful to make just enough noise for her to hear that he was there. Early in their friendship, she’d found his ability to move silently very disconcerting, her nerves jumpy and frayed from battle conditions. Understanding her dilemma, he endeavored to alert her to his presence with small human noises: a cleared throat, the scuff of feet on the ground, the cracking of joints.

Hermione knew he was there, but she didn’t turn around, preferring instead to see how he would approach her. He slipped his arms around her waist from behind.

“Good morning,” he murmured.

“Mmmm.” She stepped back so her back was flush against his chest.

He ran a hand over her curls and pressed his stubbly cheek to hers. They watched the sun come up and melt the frost off the grass.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Hermione asked.

“Some.” His voice was quiet and matter-of-fact. Constantine pressed a kiss to her temple, and she smiled. She loved how he was constantly touching her. He couldn’t get enough. It was almost as if he’d been denied casual affection for most of his life, and now that he had it, he was going to steal every opportunity to brush his fingers on her cheek or to revel over her small hand between his shoulder blades.

“Dreams?”

“Oh, yes,” he smirked. Hermione couldn’t see him smirking, but it was very obvious in the tone of his voice. “I dreamt almost non-stop last night.”

“You remembered them?”

“These weren’t nightmares.” The quality of his arms around her changed, going from tender to electric in a breath, and Hermione had to bite her lip to keep from gasping. Really, it was absurd how much he affected her.

“No?” she choked out.

“No. They were fantasies. You were featured prominently, of course.” His hands slid slow and heavy over her hips. Con’s mouth descended to her neck and placed several hot, nipping kisses there. “Of course, you were wearing quite a bit less.”

Hermione’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head with pleasure. The man certainly knew how to talk to her. He used his rich, dark voice like a weapon. She moaned when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and used the edges of his teeth lightly.

“Please, Con…”

Her hands plucked uselessly at the hem of her clothing – searching – restless for something. He soothed them and pressed them up against the greenhouse glass. She shivered for the cold was leaching into her palms, but her body was so hot and needy she couldn’t stand it. When she tried to pull her hands away, he pressed them back to the wall and whispered, “Keep them there. Trust me.”

She nodded.

Con’s hands slid up from her hips to her slim waist and up to cup her breasts, and her knees nearly buckled at the sensation. He was painstakingly gentle as he lifted and kneaded them and rolled the aching buds of her nipples between his fingers. He plucked the nubs gently while his tongue traced the shell of her ear. Hermione probably would have fallen except his arms slipped around her and dragged her tighter to his body.

Unable to bear it, she pulled her hands from the wall so that she could slide them behind her and touch him intimately. He made a discontented noise and punished her by removing his wicked hands from her chest and lacing his fingers with hers to press them back upon the glass. Hermione moaned at the lack of contact and Con smirked against her neck and rubbed his erection between the soft cheeks of her bum. With exquisite care and the slightest edge of teeth, he bit her shoulder and disengaged one hand from hers to slide it up the inside of her thigh. He cupped her mons through her skirt and panties and applied a gentle, circular motion with his entire palm.

Hermione cried out and crashed to her knees thinking, Oh god, oh god, please more, and Con understood just what she needed. He’d followed her to the ground, and his knees were stretched wide on either side of her body. He held her upright with an arm under her breasts while the other hand slipped under her skirt and skimmed up her leg. Hermione found it within herself to be briefly glad that she had worn black silk even though Con couldn’t see it, but the moment passed immediately when he traced a line ever so lightly down her quim.

She gave a tiny animal cry and allowed her head to fall helplessly back against his shoulder. He growled, needing no further invitation to slip his hand under her waistband. His index and middle finger slipped between her sopping lips and coasted on either side of her clit. Con rubbed gently but firmly in teasing little circles around the bud while she squirmed ecstatically under his restraining arm.

“Hermione,” he moaned in her ear. His voice was urgent. “You’re so wet. Do you know how exciting I find that?” She licked her lips and flexed her hips against his hand in response to the roughness of his voice.

…It was probably a testament to how excited he could make her that she came nearly immediately with sweet, broken cries of, “Con, Con, CON, OH, OH, OH, YESSSSS!”

They collapsed panting to lie flat on the floor. Hermione rolled up onto her elbow and stared into his dear face. He gave her a boyish smile and moved to touch her face, but he stopped when he saw that his fingers were still covered in her juices. Con met her eyes through half-closed lids and slid his middle finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the pad, and Hermione couldn’t help but stare at the erotic scene before her.

“You are so dirty. It’s very shocking.” Her voice was earnest.

He looked at her, surprised. “Oh! I was just doing what felt natural, love. I like experiencing every part of you.” He flushed. “Would you prefer I stop?”

“No, I love it!” Hermione hastened to reassure him. Her eyes fastened to his mouth where he was still languorously licking the evidence of her arousal off his fingers. “I just worry that I won’t be free or open enough to keep you interested. This is… all very new to me. I feel as if I don’t always know what’s acceptable and what’s not in a consensual relationship.”

His dark eyes flashed. “It’s all acceptable with me. Anything you want, Hermione.” He looked down at his hand and smiled slightly. “Would you like a taste? You’re delicious.”

She nodded and opened her pink lips to allow him to slip his index finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes to savor and analyze the flavor. It was musky and a little salty, but not at all bad. Hermione suckled the finger a little more firmly and slid his finger out until just the tip was in her mouth, and she dragged her tongue over the ridges of his print.

Con’s lips fell open slightly as he watched her, and the girl noticed that his erection, which had flagged a bit, was once more pushing at the fabric of his trousers. He liked what she was doing. She slipped his finger deeper into the wet cavern of her mouth and allowed her tongue to slide against the tender skin between his digits. Her free hand stroked his erection, and his hips flexed helplessly against her.

His forefinger popped out of her mouth with a soft sucking noise. “I had just the most fantastic orgasm earlier, but you didn’t. I want…” She blushed but continued, feeling audacious. “I want you to, as well. Will you tell me how?”

“Gods, yes,” he groaned. “That was the hottest question I think I’ve ever been asked.”

Hermione unbuttoned his trousers and was mildly startled when she saw he wasn’t wearing any underpants. His penis jutted proudly into the air once she’d undone his placket. She took a moment to study him. He wasn’t enormous, but if she had to guess she believed Con to be larger than average. His cock was a pearlescent pink, growing more reddened and flushed around the tip.

Wrapping a small hand around his shaft, she smiled when it jumped in response to her touch. Hermione moved her hand experimentally in an upwards stroke. Con pulled her hand away momentarily and tapped his wand against it, murmuring something unintelligible. Her palm was covered with a sheen of lubricant. When she looked at him in surprise, he gave her a half smile with his beautiful, crooked teeth.

“Every boy learns that spell once he hits puberty.”

He curled her fist tightly around his cock again and showed her how to pump him in the way he liked best – with a flourish around the head. Con’s back began to arch and his eyes rolled back into his head as Hermione alternated the speed and tightness of her grip. She’d always been a quick study.

She contemplated his weeping tip, and with just a moment’s hesitation, she bent forward and took him in her hot, wet mouth.

“Oh fuck!” he moaned, thrusting involuntary. One of his hands curled tightly in her hair as she slid her lips up and down his shaft. She maintained the stroking motion with her lubricated hand, and stopped for a moment to tongue his slit.

Hermione decided she liked this. She felt powerful. Con was totally insensate, arching wildly against the floor and trying to slide more deeply down her throat. And really, the taste wasn’t a problem so far. His skin was ever so slightly salty, but the main sensation she was currently experiencing was the feel of his smooth, papery skin against her pebbled tongue. She bobbed up and down several times before pulling his head out of her mouth entirely so she could lick around the rim like an ice cream cone. He whined and flexed his hips in a beseeching manner. Hermione sucked him back down her throat.

“Ah, Gods! I’m going to come.” Using the hand that was tangled in her hair, he tried to pull her away, but she refused and wrapped her mouth firmly around him and stroked faster.

She could feel him suddenly swelling in her mouth before he burst on her tongue in several hot spurts of sticky semen. Hermione desperately wanted to be suave about this and tried her best to swallow, but his cum was so salty it stung the back of her throat. She choked and gagged most of it down, but a small stream dribbled out the edge of her mouth and down her chin.

Constantine pulled her next to him, panting. He rolled so that his body partially covered hers and gently cupped her cheeks so that she couldn’t turn her face. His dark eyes were intent as he licked the remains of his orgasm off her chin.

“You are unbearably sexy.” He kissed her deeply. “Do you hear me? Unbearably, totally, mind-blowingly sexy.” Con’s hands stroked through her curls. “You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Hermione. You’re extraordinary.”

“Oh, I’m not, but I’m so glad you think so.”

He graced her with another soft kiss. She sighed happily and laid her head on his chest. Hermione was content.

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A/N: Well, there you go my greedy, greedy oompa loompas. I hope it lived up to your expectations. Now that we've got that out of our systems (for a VERY short while anyway) we'll be moving forward into some very crafty, plot-oriented chapters.