Alternate Sleeping Arrangements

Alternate Sleeping Arrangements: Chapter Number





Title: Alternate
Sleeping Arrangements
Author name: Ruskbyte

Disclaimer: This story is based
on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various
publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast
Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.

 

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~ A Captive Snack ~

 

Harry Potter was, well, not worried. Concerned might have been a better
word. Yes, concerned. Something was most definitely up. Quite a few things were
up for that matter, not the least of which was his blood pressure – a direct
result of one particular part of his anatomy that was so high up it hurt. In a
good way of course, but Harry was still concerned. You see, his hands were also
up.

Tied up that is.

He did not want to know how Ginny
had managed to get hold of the handcuffs.

Harry had to wonder how he ever got into this situation.

.oOo.

- Fifteen minutes earlier -

Harry and Ginny stumbled into the sixth-year boys’ dormitory and over to his
bed. They had been flirting almost relentlessly the entire day and the
not-too-subtle innuendo they had been exchanging had reached its peak during
dinner. The events of the night before had fuelled the young lovers’ passion to
the point where they could barely restrain themselves. Now, while the rest of
the house was still down in the Great Hall having dinner, they were finally
acting on their desires.

Ginny was kissing Harry with fervour and teasing his lips with her tongue,
slipping in and quickly drawing out before he could react. Not really looking
where they were headed, Harry managed to lead them to his bed, where he sat
himself down on the very edge. His arms were wrapped around her, pressing her
body against his, but he managed to wave one hand and cast a spell to draw the
curtains closed behind them.

Shifting in his grasp, Ginny straddled herself across Harry’s lap, gasping
softly as she felt his straining erection pressing against the fabric of his
pants. She wrapped her arms around his head and deepened their kiss as she
slowly rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing against him. With a wicked grin
she asked, “Miss me, lover?”

“Beyond description,” he growled; the sound sending shivers down her spine.
Harry eased his hands under the light green blouse Ginny was wearing, stroking
her back and sides as he slowly trailed his fingers up until he was brushing
against the soft swell of her breasts.

Ginny was playing with the buttons of his shirt, fumbling somewhat in her
eager attempts to undo them as quickly as she could. She had managed to bare
his chest and was about to tug the shirt out of his pants and off his shoulders,
when Harry pulled his hands out of her blouse and, with surprising adroitness,
grabbed the hem of Ginny’s blouse and pulled it up. His breath hitched in his
chest as the movement exposed the taut plain of her stomach and the firm globes
of her breasts, which were covered (barely) by the sexiest bra he had ever
seen.

“I gather you approve?” she asked with a giggle. Harry could only stare as
her laughter caused the objects of his attention to bounce enticingly right
before his eyes.

He recognised the bra as the one she had been wearing the previous school
year, on Valentine’s Day, when they had first kissed. Remembering that
encounter, in the steaming waters of the Prefect’s bathroom, which cumulated in
their first kiss (and more), Harry reached out to cup her breasts through the
thin covering of black satin. While he was staring, mesmerized, Ginny reng
ng
her attentions to his shirt and wrenched it free of his pants and pulled it off
his shoulders and down his arms.

“Oh, I like that, Harry. It feels so good, yesss…” she whispered as he
rubbed his thumbs over the buds of her nipples through the silky satin
material. She arched against him and he could feel them stiffening under his
touch as she whimpered and caressed him. Ginny let her hands glide over his
back and shoulders, tracing her fingers over his skin with a feather-light
touch. After a while, as he continued to tease her breasts, she brought her
hands around to rest on his chest.

Ginny’s eyes were hooded with arousal as she trailed her hands down from his
chest to his stomach. Her touch was like fire and caused his muscles to tense
into rock hardness. When one hand dipped down to rub him through his pants as
the other worked at his belt, Harry could only moan. She looked into his eyes,
smiling seductively as she stroked his crotch, and whispered in his ear, “I
like how this feels too… how big and hard you get… because of me…”

To his supreme disappointment Ginny skilfully unbuckled his belt and then
raised both hands to push against his chest. Soon he was lying flat on his back
and waiting to see what she had planned for him. The wait was a short one.
Leaning forward, still straddling his lap, Ginny began to caress his chest and
stomach. Where her hands went her mouth followed, trailing behind her tracing
fingertips and teasing him with butterfly kisses.

His breathing was becoming ragged under her ministrations and before long he
tried to push himself up. Ginny held him down with a hand to his chest. “We’re
too close to the edge of the bed, lover,” she told him softly, “Shift up a
bit.”

Harry nodded and pushed himself fully onto the large bed, sliding his body
out from under hers with a trace of regret. He scooted right up to the
headboard as Ginny settled between his legs, which she arranged to either side
of her. Her hands had continued to play over his abdomen as he moved, but now
she dipped them down. He dropped his chin onto his chest and watched as she
slowly undid the button of his jeans.

“Oh, dear God!” he exclaimed, as she reached down to stroke him through the
thick material. His head fell back onto the pillows and his hips jerked beneath
her, pushing his aching.

All of a sudden, her hands were gone.

Harry groaned in frustration and looked down again, wondering what was
happening. Ginny had slid back down the bed and was tugging on the dragon-hide
boots Sirius and Remus had got him for Christmas last year. Soon she had pulled
them both free and, with theatrical exaggeration, tossed them over her
shoulder. Smiling at him, she moved onto his socks which she bunched up and
tossed playfully at him.

Moving back up Ginny slid her hands along the length of his legs, from his
ankles to his hips, until she was close enough to cup the prominent bulge that
was threatening to escape the front of his jeans. With an evil smirk she
scraped her fingernails over the denim, causing Harry’s hio buo buck
uncontrollably against her hands.

“Ginny... please...” he pleaded, his hands clenching the bedspread.

“If you insist, lover,” she said with a chuckle. “Close your eyes.”

Without even thinking about it Harry instantly obeyed and shut his eyes. All
he could hear was his own ragged breathing and the loud pounding of his heart.
But what he could feel… gods what was she doing to him? He could feel every
soft curve of her body as Ginny slowly slid over him. Her hands tickled over
his chest and shoulders, spreading out over his arms until she could grasp his
wrists. Taking hold of him she pulled his arms over him, whispering for him to
grab the headboard, to which he complied.

“You’re going to like this,” she promised, releasing his hands for a short
moment. Then, to Harry’s surprise, he felt the press of cold steel encircling
his wrists. He opened his eyes and looked up to see that Ginny had, without
warning, snapped a set of undoubtedly Muggle handcuffs onto his wrists. They
were threaded through one of the bars that made up the headboard and
effectively shackled him in place.

“Surprised?”

Harry looked at Ginny and arched an eyebrow almost to his hairline before
smiling. He nodded and observed with as much calm as he could gather
considering the circumstances, “I see you’ve decided to explore your kinky side
again.”

Ginny smiled down at him and laughed softly, “It’s not for me that Ichaichaining you to the bed.”

Then, to Harry’s eternal disbelief, Ginny moved out of the way. Standing at
the foot of his bed, dressed in only a white button up shirt which reached
almost to her knees and looked remarkably like one of his own, was one of his
best friends. He looked at her in astonishment and asked, “Hermione?”

With a predatory smile Hermione hopped onto the bed and settled between his
splayed legs, “Ginny has been gracious enough to treat me to a taste of her
favourite night time snack.”

“Actually,” admitted Ginny as she lay down next to Harry and splayed a hand
over his chest, “it’s not solely a night time snack - I’m always willing to
dine on any occasion. During the night is just more convenient.”

“Oh, sweet Hades,” Harry groaned as Hermione’s hands slid up his legs and
began tugging his pants down.

.oOo.

“Oh, sweet Hades,” Harry groaned. While he had been remembering the
circumstances leading to his, shall we say interesting, position; Hermione had
decided to take the matter in hand as it were. A gentle, but firm squeeze to
his sensitive flesh jolted Harry back to the present with such alacrity he
wondered how he had ever managed to drift off.

Hermione was teasing him mercilessly, slowly running a fingertip along the
underside of his rock hard shaft. He jerked and twitched at her touch, which
brought a pleased smile to her face. She grinned up at him and asked playfully,
“You seem a little anxious here, Harry. I think it would be in your best
interests if I helped relieve this tension that’s bothering you. Now where
d’you think I should start, hmm?”

Harry lifted his head as high as he could manage and shot her an incredulous
look that spoke more volumes than were to be found in the Hogwarts library. He
turned his gaze to Ginny, sitting at his side, and stared at her with pleading
eyes as she quirked an eyebrow at him. Help, however, did not come from that
quarter as his girlfriend slapped him lightly on his bare ribs and shook her
head. He looked back to Hermione, who was still tracing her er uer up and down
his rigid length, and managed a pathetic sounding whimper.

“Oh, I know,” she said, apparently deciding that if he could not form a
coherent answer then she would have to take the initiative. She slipped her
fingers around him and, after giving an experimental squeeze, began to slowly
stroke her hand up and down his length. “A nice massage should be just what
you’re looking for,” she told him as he gasped for breath and dropped his head
back onto thd. d.

Before he had a chance to fully appreciate her actions, Hermione stilled her
hand and asked, “Or maybe you’d prefer for me to kiss it better?”

Harry barely had time to comprehend what she had said when she bent down and
unhurriedly, though the slowness almost drove him out of his mind, swept her
tongue from base to tip. His hips jerked up and Harry growled loudly when
Hermione stopped to ask, “Or maybe this would be more to your liking?”

At this point just about anything --other than stopping-- was more to
Harry’s liking, but his throat had constricted to where it was all he could do to
continue breathing let alone try and form a reply.

The headboard creaked under the pressure Harry exerted when Hermione took
hold of him with one hand and slipped just the head into her mouth. His arms
were straining against the handcuffs as Harry gazed down to see her looking up
and into his eyes as she swirled her tongue around and around with such
delicious slowness that all he could manage to gasp out was her name, for fear
that anything else would be completely incoherent.

Staring up at the canopy above his bed, Harry hoped that the multitude of
Silencing Charms surrounding his bed were still in working order. He stifled a
loud and tortured sounding moan as Hermione lowered her head and took him
entirely into her unbelievably hot and wet mouth. She was doing things with her
tongue and lips that left Harry with no option but to relinquish whatever
control he had managed to cling to and simply surrender to her ecstasy inducing
ministrations.

Good God, he thought, clenching
his hands into tight fists when Hermione began to raise her head up, Ron is one lucky son of a bitch!

~Hey, that’s my mother you’re thinking
about!~ Ginny protested, punching his exposed ribs rather forcefully and
scowling unhappily at him.

Fighting against the overwhelming pleasure assaulting his senses as Hermione
started to bob up and down Harry shook his head and looked into Ginny’s eyes. Sorry, he apologised, it was just a figure of speech. I didn’t
mean anything by it, honest.

Ginny frowned for a moment before grinned, ~Okay, Potter. I’ll let it pass this time, but only this time.~

“Mother of Merlin!” Harry gasped; shuddering at the feeling of Hermione’s
teeth lightly grazed his engorged flesh. He turned back to her and made eye
contact, watching as she continued to torture him with her lips and tongue. She
was grinning lasciviously at him around his glistening shaft and seemed
determined to drive him completely out of his mind with the measured and
unhurried pace she was maintaining.

~So you think my brother’s a lucky man
do you?~ Ginny asked him, reaching out from where she was sitting to stroke
his ribs and chest. Her hands tickled lightly over his muscles, causing them to
ripple and bunch under her touch, ~I hope
you’re not considering trading me in.~

Despite the mounting pressure, Harry managed a weak laugh, No worries. She’s good though, and there’s
this trick she does with her tongue I’d like her to teach you, but I wouldn’t
swap you for a hundred of her.

Ginny laughed and leaned over to kiss him kindly, running her hands back and
forth over his chest. Harry lifted his head and in an instant the kiss changed
from tender to passionate at his instigation. He managed to slip his tongue
into her mouth, teasing her by quickly retreating and leaving her to follow.
After refusing her demands for as long as he could (which wasn’t much) he let
her in, a low rumble starting in his chest.

Even with his hands handcuffed above his head, Harry could feel her shiver.
She was laughing against his lips and pulled back to smile down at him. He opened
his mouth, but she stopped him with a finger and giggled, “I just love it when
you growl like that. Keep it up, lover.”

Harry had to laugh at that, but his laughter quickly turned into a moan as
Hermione noticeably began to increase her pace. It was still painstakingly
slow, but enough that he could feel himself approaching his limit. She was
leisurely moving up and down, releasing him from her mouth every dozen or so
strokes. The transition from the scalding heat of Hermione’s mouth to the
soothing cool air was enough that Harry managed to crack the wooden bar the
handcuffs chained him to. After licking along the length of his pulsing
erection, she would return him to her mouth and greedily gobble her way down.

“Harry? Hey, Harry, are you in there?” called a familiar voice.

“Not now,” he moaned.

Hermione paused in mid-stroke; with just the swollen head encased in her
lips. Harry could see her chocolate brown eyes grow wide as she froze where she
was, looking very much like a deer caught in the glare of onrushing headlights.
Ginny, who was still at his side, stopped her loving caresses of his chest and
looked nervously at the drawn curtains surrounding them.

~The Silencing Charms…~ she began,
but stopped as Harry shook his head firmly and interrupted.

They’re working perfectly, he told
her. Just make sure the Unmoveable Charm
on the curtains is still working – I do NOT want to be interrupted.

Ginny giggled, but did as he asked and made a quick check of the spells
surrounding the bed. Nodding she looked at the two more active participants and
wryly remarked, “All the charms are still in place, so please – don’t stop on
Neville’s account.”

“Oh Lord,” Hermione groaned, releasing Harry to his disappointment, “Not
poor Neville again.”

“Poor Neville?” asked Harry,
incredulously. “What about me? I’m the poor bloke who’s being left hanging on
the brink here!”

Both girls however, ignored his protests and shushed him as they listened
intently. The curtains, and the Silencing Charms placed on them, did nothing to
muffle the voices of Harry’s dormitory mates. Resigning himself to his
frustration, Harry let his head fall back and tried to listen to what was being
said beyond the confines of his bed. The fact that Hermione had a dainty hand
wrapped around his currently unattended erection did little to distract him
from what he had just been interrupted from.

“You don’t suppose…” he heard Neville muttering, sounding faintly appalled.

“Well, he did leave dinner early,” said Dean thoughtfully, “and Ginny was
with him.”

Seamus then spoke up to suggest, “Y’know, Hermione left at almost the same
time.”

“You can’t be suggesting that - that -,” stammered Neville, “Harry and Ginny
and Hermione?”

“It does sound a little farfetched, Seamus,” agreed Dean with a touch of
scepticism.

The Irish teenager sat firm with his theory however, “After this morning?”

Neville’s voice sounded so tremulous that Harry was worried the timid boy
might pass out again, “Do they really have to do that here? In our dormitory?”

Hermione, who had begun to slowly stroke Harry with her hand, turned and
smiled impishly, “Yes.”

“And people say I have no self control,” Seamus was saying.

“You don’t,” confirmed Dean. “After that little debacle with Moira last
year…”

“I didn’t know she was changing!” Seamus quickly protested, “Besides,
Neville was the one that snuck up to the girls’ dormitories last week…”

Neville tried to defend himself, “I already told you that was an accident! I
was busy looking for Harry and Ginny; just like everyone else.”

Dean’s voice was smug, “Well, we don’t have to search far this time.”

“That reminds me,” they heard Seamus say, “Dean, you owe me five Galleons. I
told you they’d end up in bed before the end of term.”

“This year is going to be a nightmare,” Harry moaned miserably, “I can
almost see the headlines already.”

“Yeah,” agreed Ginny mischievously, “Boy-Who-Lived beds Hogwarts’ two most
lovely ladies.”

“At the same time no less,” added Hermione as she dipped her back down to
Harry’s waiting groin. She closed her eyes and took just the tip between her
lips. Using her hands to prevent Harry from jerking his hips, she began to
gently suck on the engorged head, which successfully caused Harry to forget
that Dean, Seamus and Neville were on the other side of the curtains.

Sucking slowly, Hermione slid down on him and took him deep into her mouth.
The atioations he was feeling were incredible and Harry groaned loudly when she
bottomed out. He strained his arms against the handcuffs, desperately wanting
to reach out his hands and hold her. Sliding her tongue around and over the
underside of his shaft, Hermione clamped her lips tightly around his girth and
began to withdraw at a snail’s pace.

I’m not going to survive tonight with
my sanity intact, Harry decided.

~That’s the plan, lover~ Ginny
laughed, settling down on the bed and lying alongside him.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked deep into his eyes when his erection
slipped out of her mouth. The sight of her pink lips glistening and pouting was
so deliciously erotic that Harry felt himself twitch with desire in the soft
embrace of her hand. Hermione grinned impishly and began to kiss and lick at
the inflamed crown. She teased him mercilessly for what seemed like an eternity
by repeatedly sliding just the head into her mouth and then letting it slip
free, her eyes sparkling with silent laughter as she held his gaze the entire
time.

Every muscle in his body was flexing and rippling as Harry felt himself
beginning to rapidly approach his climax. His arms were pulling against the
handcuffs with such intensity the wooden bars of his headboard were cracking
from the pressure. As she took him fully into her mouth once again, smiling up
at him the entire time. Harry arched his back like a drawn bow and gasped as he
felt his head worm its way to the very back of her mouth and into her throat.

After sucking gently and rhythmically on his shaft for a long minute
Hermione drew up again, but stopped just shy of letting him fall free, keeping
her lips wrapped around the head. Using her hands on his hips as support, she
began sliding up and down with long but firm strokes, her lips and tongue
massaging him as she moved.

It did not take long, especially with the magic her mouth was working,
before Harry could feel his orgasm welling up within him. Hermione must have
sensed his approaching climax as she increased her pace, reaching up with one
hand to stroke at his belly, while her other hand cupped and gentle squeezed
his balls. Harry tried his best to restrain his reaction to her ministrations
and hold back, his mind overcome by the matchless pleasure that Hermione was
subjecting him to. He didn’t want the wonderful feeling of her mouth around him
to ever end.

Unfortunately his body betrayed him and Harry barely had time to gasp out a
short warning as his head fell back and his hips thrust upwards. To his
surprise and delight Hermione did not pull away. Instead she pulled back until
only the head remained in her mouth and sucked vigorously as he felt himself
explode. His entire body jerked wildly as he lost himself in his pleasure.
Hermione managed to keep her hold on him, one hand firmly holding his hips in
place, the other gripping his pulsating shaft and making sure he did not manage
to pull away from her.

Finally, when the tremors and quivers wracking him began to die down,
Hermione released her hold on him and sat up. With a decidedly superior smile
she made a show of slowly swallowing. Harry stifled a groan at the display and
let himself fall limply on the bed, his body bathed in sweat. Hermione giggled
and flashed him a quick grin, the kind she reserved only for Ron, Ginny and
him. As Harry’s breathing gradually returned to normal she stretched over him
to briefly kiss him on the lips and whisper, “Ginny was right; you do taste
good, lover.”

“Damn,” he said after eventually managing to catch his breath. He looked at
Hermione, who was lying on top of him and smiling triumphantly. Shaking his
head in amazement he asked, “Were you trying to kill me or was that just a
bonus?”

“Kill you? I was better than I thought,” she responded smugly.

A small sound caused them both to start and look to one side. Harry felt
himself blush when he realized that he, and Hermione, had completely forgotten
about Ginny’s presence alongside them. The fiery redhead was stretched out next
to Harry and had clearly found their display very arousing, if the hand between
her legs was any indication. Harry saw that she had, sometime during the
proceedings, stripped off the skirt she had been wearing and was now wearing only
her light green blouse (which was fully unbuttoned) and those mind stopping
black bra and panties.

“That was totally amazing,” Ginny whispered in a husky voice.

“We aim to please,” said Hermione, pushing herself up and moving so that she
was straddling Harry’s hips. With a grin that sent shivers down his spine (and
to other places as well) she ground her hips against him. Harry swallowed when
she rubbed her crotch against his, her eyes falling closed as she bit her
bottom lip. With a groan she sighed, “Don’t we, Harry?”

Harry was too distracted by the feelings that her movements were rekindling
to answer. He did, however, manage to notice when Ginny sat up and moved
quietly behind Hermione. His girlfriend wrapped her arms around the older girl
and proceeded to deftly unbutton the shirt she had somehow snuck from Harry’s
wardrobe. As the shirt fell open, Harry saw that his friend was wearing the
underwear that she had been wearing on Valentine’s Day, when he had
unexpectedly barged in on the Gryffindor girls during… he still didn’t know
what exactly to call the little party he had interrupted.

Ginny cupped Hermione’s breasts with her hands, caressing her very erect
nipples through the sky-blue affair of satin and lace. Hermione moaned at the
attention and leaned back against Ginny, all the while grinding her hips
against Harry and rubbing the soaked crotch of her knickers against his
recovering erection. Quiet unexpectedly she laughed, shaking her head so that
her bushy brown strands whipped about. It was a light and magical (not
literally though) laugh, a far cry from the disheartened young woman she had
been at the start of the previous night.

“What?” chorused Harry and Ginny.

Hermione chuckled, still shaking her head slightly. Lifting her left hand
from its place on Harry’s stomach she motioned at Ginny’s hands, which
continued to massage her breasts and answered, “When I was younger I was so
worried that I’d never get any tits.”

Harry arched an eyebrow and nodded sagely, “You did.”

She laughed again and looked teasingly at him, “You think?!”

“After thorniorning, I could hardly miss them,” he told her, referring to
how he had been in Ginny’s position while his girlfriend had been working her
own magic on Hermione beneath the covers.

~You’re such a flirt, Harry~ Ginny
told him, smirking at him from over Hermione’s shoulder.

It’s your fault, he told her,
striving to look innocent as he did. You’verruprrupted my innocent little mind.

“I don’t suppose,” he said to the both of them, shrugging his arms, “you’d
be kind enough to undo these now?”

Ginny grinned devilishly at him and shared a conspiratorial look with
Hermione, “I don’t know. What do you think, Hermione? Should we let him up?”

Hermione shook her head and said mock seriously, “I don’t think we should.
After all, we’re having so much fun with him as he is I don’t see any reason to
change now.”

“Hermione…” he growled, which only caused his friend to press herself firmly
down on him.

“Uh-uh, Harry,” she chided lightly, wagging a finger at him. “You’ve had
your fun, now it’s our turn to have some.”

“As much as I have enjoyed this,” he told them as they giggled above him,
“I’d much rather not spend the entire night handcuffed to my own bed!”

Ginny looked at him thoughtfully, “So, you’d be okay with it if we tied you
up to say… my bed? Or would you prefer Hermione’s?”

Harry narrowed his eyes at her and growled. The two girls, however, did not
heed his warning and continued to remark on the fun they were going to have
with him during the remainder of the night. They were so busy enjoying their
superiority in the situation that neither one noticed Harry beginning to gather
his resources. By the time they did, it was too late.

There was a bright flash of light, accompanied by two rather startled
squawks of alarm. When the light faded, the scene inside the curtains of
Harry’s bed had changed dramatically. Harry was kneeling at the bottom of the
bed, his hands free from their earlier restrains and crossed over his chest.
Before him --side by side-- were Ginny and Hermione, flat on their backs and
with their arms above their heads and firmly handcuffed to his headboard.

~Harry? What the devil?~

Turnabout’s fair play, lover, he
told her with a satisfied smirk that rivalled anything Malfoy could produce.

With a casual wave both girls squeaked as their knickers quickly slid down
their legs and into Harry’s outstretched hands. He held the two skimpy pieces
of cloth up for inspection and then tossed them over his shoulder to join his
clothes.

“So,” he asked with a lecherous smirk, running his gaze up and down their
bound and half-naked bodies, “Which of you delectable vixens should I punish
first? Ginny; for tying me up, or Hermione; for taking advantage of me in such
a vulnerable state?”

The two girls, both staring up at him with lust smouldering in their eyes,
turned their heads to the side and looked at their companion. They were already
breathing heavily, in short pants, and their faces were flushed with
anticipation as they finally turned back to him they chorused, “Me!”

Yes, Harry still had to wonder how he got into this situation, but one thing
was for certain.

He definitely approved of these new sleeping arrangements.

 

TBC...