Wildfire

A/N: If you didn't know, my chapter titles represent the chapters after it, call it prophecy. Oh, and while I'm here, I don't own Harry Potter.

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Hermione was stuck in her room, and Crookshanks finally realized he had to do something...but he didn't.
"Bastard...breaking that frame..."
She closed her window blinds and groped around under her bed, and her palm grasped a glass bottle.
"Ah...aged two years!"
She brushed the dust off of the bottle's title:

Ogden's Old IceWine

If You Find A Better Wine, Who Cares?

"Cheers, Crookshanks.", she bowed the bottle to her cat and took a mighty swig from it, its everlasting coolness trickling down her throat. Then it went bad. Her head chilled, the room spun, and she was starting to get warm down in THAT AREA.
"Oh my...I've been mush too mean to Haywee...I should apo-(hick)-gize."
She stepped out of the room, dropping the bottle on the floor. The wine was dribbling on the floor, leaving Crookshanks to get drunk and antsy as well.

Harry was currently trying over and over to 'magic' the fram back together but only a short spark came out each time.
"Haaaaarrryyyyy...", beckoned Hermione from the hallway.
Harry looked up to see a red-faced, messy-haired, and lips-curled Hermione standing at the hall.
"Errr...what are you doing there...like that?"
She used fin finger to say 'come hither' to him, while slowly massaging her chest from inside her blouse. Being a seventeen year-old boy, he didn't deny the thoughts of Mr. Basilisk.
"I was sooooo...mean to you, I'm going to let you (hick) DO me."
Harry sniffed the air around her head and said, "Have you been drinking?"
She grabbed his sides and shoved his waist onto hers and she said, "How dare you! For that, I'm going to haf to ra (hick) pe you!"
She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and pulled him down onto the cold wood.
"What?! I'm not going to let you rape me!"
"Yes you is!"
She shut the door that connected the hallway to the living room, and every other door in the hallway, so they were stuck in total darkness.
"I think I'll be leaving now-", but Harry just bumped back into Hermione.
"Oh no! didndidn't let Little Blush Cave let steam to rise in it, just to let the dragon not inhabit it!"
"Que?"
"STICK YOUR FUCKING COCK IN ME!...BITCH!"
"Huh? Wha-? Let go of that! Don't reacj in that! HEY! Don't pull that down!"
Even though Harry couldn't seemselmselves, he knew they were both naked, feeling her body heat radiating onto him.
"I'll ask you to not scream."
"But what do you know about se-"
"Books, internet, anatomically correct Kollsolls...doesn't matter, just don't yell!"
She let her hands explore Harry's back and chest as Mr. Basilisk was engulfed by Hermione's mouth. Harry heeded Hermione's word, not screaming, but still one hand was fumbling on the wall to find a light switch, the other pushing down on Hermione's head.
"Ummm...you likey?"
"Sto-stop! Stop! Sto-"
Harry's pleading was starting to fade as his Jiminy Cricket was being squashed by Senor Testoterone. His cock was starting to throb, but Hermione was still diligently licking the underside of his dick.
"'mione, I'm about to..."
A flow of cum poured down her mouth, dripping onto his legs, and down her throat. But she spit the rest out onto his stomach and said, "FUCK! That tastes nasty!"
"Sorry...?"
She crawled her way up, so that her face was in front of his, and her pussy on top of his cock.
"Dear...be a dear and not scream..."
But before she could even get him into her, she abruptly woke up from her drunken trance and flipped him on top of her and said, "HARRY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
The hallway door sprang open and Mr. Gra dro dropped his suitcase, office papers scattering on the ground as he gritted his teeth at the sight of his shaking daughter about to be mounted by a muscled boy...who seemed to have cum between them.
"BOY...you better have a DAMN good explanation for this."

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