T Is For Taboo
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,436
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21
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Deja Vu
Title: T Is For Taboo
Author: fuzzy pipe cleaner
Email: plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Potter universe. These are underage characters. Be responsible for what you read.
A/N: For A. Unaware, he drove me to write this fic. Anon, I was and still consider myself a D/Hr fic writer. I had Draco in mind when I decided to write again. I’ve meandered but I’ll get to the part where he’s involved. Karen, thank you. This is a super short chapter. The next will be up soon. Thanks to all those who’ve read and hopefully enjoyed.
CHAPTER 2: Déjà vu
Hermione, as predicted, stayed asleep long after breakfast had been served. She awoke to the grumbling sound of her stomach and to the almost overpowering scent of her own juices all over her skin and the sheets beneath her. She was careful to perform some cleansing charms and to hide the toothbrush before she opened the curtains and left the bed.
That day and during those that followed, she was surprised at her own skill at acting as if nothing at all had happened. Her roommate Parvati, on the other hand, sometimes seemed to be looking at Hermione strangely, perhaps awaiting a sign that she had known the illicit events of that night. Perhaps she had seen the untouched tea cup on the bedside table before the house elves had had time to retrieve it. Or, more likely, she had the guilt that occasionally comes upon those who had gotten away with a terrible thing. In any case, Hermione wasn’t budging. That was until yet another Saturday night not long after the incident.
Hermione had finished her projects and papers for that weekend and for the rest of the month in record speed. She had called it a night and returned to the Gryffindor dormitories much earlier than was usual.
Even outside the door of her room. She could tell that the Patil twins were at it again. Perhaps they thought to finish the festivities before she returned from the library. Without a moment of hesitation, she put her ear to the door. No amount or thickness of wood was going to keep her from hearing this, thought Hermione.
“Mmmmmm….Ohmygod, harder. Harder!”
The thuds she heard must mean HE of the unknown identity was already in the room. Lucky bastard! It would take all of Hermione’s wits and then some to get herself in the situation that he was in right now.
She could just imagine it. Parvati spread out in all her glory atop the scarlet bedsheets, one of her hand possibly moving with furious speed between her own folds as her tongue lapped up the juices dripping from her sister’s cunt down onto her face. The man was now in a frenzy, clutching the sheets, as he drove again and again into her incredibly tight hole. Without being aware of it, Hermione had begun to rub her thighs together and to press her breasts against the unyielding wooden door. Her body slid up and down against the hard surface to the rhythm of the banging and moans inside.
“I’m so close. Please. Please! Please! Oh, oh, ohmygod!!!”
A feeling not unlike an orgasm of her own washed over Hermione. Beads of sweat were now rolling of her forehead and her chest heaved with deep breaths.
“No, don’t stop. I want more. Just keep moving, love. Yes…”
“You BITCH!” exclaimed the other Patil. ”Stop being so selfish. It’s my turn!”
The sounds of a rather spirited struggle ensued.
“You! Mmph…You’re so slippery! Come back here!”
“Oww. You pulled my hair!”
“Get off me!”
The grunts, moans and yelps of pain could not help but make Hermione feel quite turned on. She now understood what muggle men had with female mud wrestling. The thought of two women’s slick bodies in such proximity, grabbing each other with such primal abandon, causing each other’s body parts to jiggle invitingly…Hermione hand began to run up and down her thigh.
“Lavender, tell Padma that it’s still my turn!”
Lavender?! She’s in there as well?! I’m a girl too, thought Hermione. Weren’t my roommates going to include me in any of their fun?
“Well, Parvati,” Padma spat out the words more than she spoke them. “Maybe it’s your turn to wear the strap-on and give Lavender a good time.”
Lavender was and is the mystery man! Hermione was stunned.
Miss Brown finally spoke. “I don’t mind, Padma. But you girls owe me one heck of a fuck when I’m done with both of you.”
That was it for Hermione. She flew down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor common room. She needed release and she needed it now.
TO BE CONTINUED
plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
Author: fuzzy pipe cleaner
Email: plumbingthedepths@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Potter universe. These are underage characters. Be responsible for what you read.
A/N: For A. Unaware, he drove me to write this fic. Anon, I was and still consider myself a D/Hr fic writer. I had Draco in mind when I decided to write again. I’ve meandered but I’ll get to the part where he’s involved. Karen, thank you. This is a super short chapter. The next will be up soon. Thanks to all those who’ve read and hopefully enjoyed.
CHAPTER 2: Déjà vu
Hermione, as predicted, stayed asleep long after breakfast had been served. She awoke to the grumbling sound of her stomach and to the almost overpowering scent of her own juices all over her skin and the sheets beneath her. She was careful to perform some cleansing charms and to hide the toothbrush before she opened the curtains and left the bed.
That day and during those that followed, she was surprised at her own skill at acting as if nothing at all had happened. Her roommate Parvati, on the other hand, sometimes seemed to be looking at Hermione strangely, perhaps awaiting a sign that she had known the illicit events of that night. Perhaps she had seen the untouched tea cup on the bedside table before the house elves had had time to retrieve it. Or, more likely, she had the guilt that occasionally comes upon those who had gotten away with a terrible thing. In any case, Hermione wasn’t budging. That was until yet another Saturday night not long after the incident.
Hermione had finished her projects and papers for that weekend and for the rest of the month in record speed. She had called it a night and returned to the Gryffindor dormitories much earlier than was usual.
Even outside the door of her room. She could tell that the Patil twins were at it again. Perhaps they thought to finish the festivities before she returned from the library. Without a moment of hesitation, she put her ear to the door. No amount or thickness of wood was going to keep her from hearing this, thought Hermione.
“Mmmmmm….Ohmygod, harder. Harder!”
The thuds she heard must mean HE of the unknown identity was already in the room. Lucky bastard! It would take all of Hermione’s wits and then some to get herself in the situation that he was in right now.
She could just imagine it. Parvati spread out in all her glory atop the scarlet bedsheets, one of her hand possibly moving with furious speed between her own folds as her tongue lapped up the juices dripping from her sister’s cunt down onto her face. The man was now in a frenzy, clutching the sheets, as he drove again and again into her incredibly tight hole. Without being aware of it, Hermione had begun to rub her thighs together and to press her breasts against the unyielding wooden door. Her body slid up and down against the hard surface to the rhythm of the banging and moans inside.
“I’m so close. Please. Please! Please! Oh, oh, ohmygod!!!”
A feeling not unlike an orgasm of her own washed over Hermione. Beads of sweat were now rolling of her forehead and her chest heaved with deep breaths.
“No, don’t stop. I want more. Just keep moving, love. Yes…”
“You BITCH!” exclaimed the other Patil. ”Stop being so selfish. It’s my turn!”
The sounds of a rather spirited struggle ensued.
“You! Mmph…You’re so slippery! Come back here!”
“Oww. You pulled my hair!”
“Get off me!”
The grunts, moans and yelps of pain could not help but make Hermione feel quite turned on. She now understood what muggle men had with female mud wrestling. The thought of two women’s slick bodies in such proximity, grabbing each other with such primal abandon, causing each other’s body parts to jiggle invitingly…Hermione hand began to run up and down her thigh.
“Lavender, tell Padma that it’s still my turn!”
Lavender?! She’s in there as well?! I’m a girl too, thought Hermione. Weren’t my roommates going to include me in any of their fun?
“Well, Parvati,” Padma spat out the words more than she spoke them. “Maybe it’s your turn to wear the strap-on and give Lavender a good time.”
Lavender was and is the mystery man! Hermione was stunned.
Miss Brown finally spoke. “I don’t mind, Padma. But you girls owe me one heck of a fuck when I’m done with both of you.”
That was it for Hermione. She flew down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor common room. She needed release and she needed it now.
TO BE CONTINUED
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