Hermione\'s fun
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,877
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
chapter 2
A/N *I don\'t own them, I play with them*
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“ I know,” he smirked, “ You came all this way to be fucked. And here I am. So come on love, lets not waste any more of the day.” He patted the bed beside him and looked up at her. She was turning a delightful shade of pink. Charlie laughed out loud. “ Ah, Hermione, what you don’t do to me.”
He pulled her arm hard and she sprawled across him, his leg coming to rest between her own and pressing up against her heat. She gasped and caught his eye. He was smouldering. The heat in his gaze was enough to sear through her awkwardness and he dipped his head to take her lips in a passionate kiss.
Charlie smiled against her lips. Hermione wasn’t a little girl anymore. He loved to call her that. He knew it made her agitated and defensive, two emotions that didn’t sit well with the powerful witch. The war was raging around them. They had all learned to take their pleasure where they could, knowing that it was a fleeting interlude in the seriousness of their reality. He pulled her core closer to his and ground her to him.
They both moaned.
“Charlie, don’t tease.” She whispered against his lips. He responded by flipping her over onto her back and pushing her cloak aside. Hermione whimpered into his mouth, drowning. She grabbed onto his muscular forearms and turned her head. Licking the inside the of his ear she whispered, “Charlie, you’re wearing too much.”
He snorted and whispered in the gathering gloom. Hermione sighed as the shadows caressed her skin. She ran her fingertips down her lovers side and luxuriated in his shudder. They were both naked and loving the feel of silken skin rubbing against soft, soft skin.
Charlie licked along her neck and down over her collarbone. Hermione stifled a gasp and let go of his arms to run her hands down his sides. She slowed at his hip bones, tracing the hollows and ridges there. Like a starving person at a banquet, she gorged herself of his flesh. Grabbing on
tight she arched into him. Charlie sucked in his breath and moved down her neck. He kissed along the valley of her breasts and latched onto a nipple. He suckled greedily as Hermione grabbed his head and pressed it into her chest.
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“ I know,” he smirked, “ You came all this way to be fucked. And here I am. So come on love, lets not waste any more of the day.” He patted the bed beside him and looked up at her. She was turning a delightful shade of pink. Charlie laughed out loud. “ Ah, Hermione, what you don’t do to me.”
He pulled her arm hard and she sprawled across him, his leg coming to rest between her own and pressing up against her heat. She gasped and caught his eye. He was smouldering. The heat in his gaze was enough to sear through her awkwardness and he dipped his head to take her lips in a passionate kiss.
Charlie smiled against her lips. Hermione wasn’t a little girl anymore. He loved to call her that. He knew it made her agitated and defensive, two emotions that didn’t sit well with the powerful witch. The war was raging around them. They had all learned to take their pleasure where they could, knowing that it was a fleeting interlude in the seriousness of their reality. He pulled her core closer to his and ground her to him.
They both moaned.
“Charlie, don’t tease.” She whispered against his lips. He responded by flipping her over onto her back and pushing her cloak aside. Hermione whimpered into his mouth, drowning. She grabbed onto his muscular forearms and turned her head. Licking the inside the of his ear she whispered, “Charlie, you’re wearing too much.”
He snorted and whispered in the gathering gloom. Hermione sighed as the shadows caressed her skin. She ran her fingertips down her lovers side and luxuriated in his shudder. They were both naked and loving the feel of silken skin rubbing against soft, soft skin.
Charlie licked along her neck and down over her collarbone. Hermione stifled a gasp and let go of his arms to run her hands down his sides. She slowed at his hip bones, tracing the hollows and ridges there. Like a starving person at a banquet, she gorged herself of his flesh. Grabbing on
tight she arched into him. Charlie sucked in his breath and moved down her neck. He kissed along the valley of her breasts and latched onto a nipple. He suckled greedily as Hermione grabbed his head and pressed it into her chest.