Wizards and Witches

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.



Hermione walked into Draco's office. All he had told her was that he had an idea for October’s issue, and that she was the only one that could do the job. As she sat in front of his desk, she asked," So. What's your great idea?" With his usual snarky grin, he said, " I want Ginny Weasley as the next centerfold." With a shocked look on her face, she practically yelled," ARE YOU JOKING!?” Knowing she would react this way, he asked," Why?" Hermione was red in the face, " Because, she is only seventeen!" Realizing this fact, " I know, but she will be eighteen, when she does the shoot."
"If she even wants to do the shoot." was Hermione's reply.
"She will, if you photograph her." Hermione looked unbelievably at him. "And just who is going to ask her, if she wants to do this?"

Draco also knew she was going to ask that question. "Ron is going to ask her, if you agree to the shoot." Hermione got up to leave, then turned to look at Draco, shaking her head slightly. "Tell Ron I will ask her, it will sound better if I asked." Nodding in response Draco replied.
"I will tell him, or you could tell him, on your way to Hogwarts."
" Fine. I will tell him."

Draco sat back, put his hands behind his head. He couldn't help, but to fantasize that Ginny wanted him to photograph her. And after they were done, she would come over to him, and put her hands through his hair, tickle his neck with her soft fingers. Rub down to his chest, just lightly going over his nipples.

He closed his eyes, his imagination kicking into overdrive instantly. Her face, hands, and those beautiful long legs, became even clearer. hea head full of vivid red hair, the 8 freckles that splayed across her nose. She would run her hands down to his tight body, all the way down to his hardening pecker. His hands moving down his chest, just wishful thinking, they were her delicate, soft hands. The fantasy was soon over when he heard Harry walk in.

" Potter! Don't you know how to knock?"
Harry's face turned a bright red once he realized what he’d walked in on, " Sorry, Malfoy. I'll come back in a few minutes, so you can finish with your problem." smirked Harry, his emerald orbs shining with mischief as he glanced at the bulge in the front of Draco’s trousers. Turning on his heel Harry walked back out, resisting the urge to laugh.

True to his word, Harry came back, knocking on the door this time. After Malfoy answered he walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Draco, why are you interested in getting Ginny to pose for the magazine?"
Draco smiled innocently, "Because Potter. Incase you haven't noticed, Ginny is gorgeous, and single. The magazine will sell a lot of copies, especially if we have the current Hogwarts Head Girl as a centerfold." As Harry sat in the chair, in front of Draco's desk, he couldn't believe he was even thinking that Draco was a genius.

"O.k. Malfoy, you just may have had the best idea of your entire life. If she accepts, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on that wall during that shoot." Both men sat there, smiling at each other. "Well Potter, it seems you just came up with a good idea yourself." Harry looked at him, puzzled. "Do you still have your invisibility cloak?" Harry looked at the other man, with a knowing smile. "Yes. I do, I keep in a great spot. So when I want to watch the girls Ron is taking pictures of."

Harry thought for a minute, "Is Ron taking Ginny's pictures?"
Draco smirked, " No dumbass, Hermione will be."
"Oh cool, maybe with Hermione's history with girls. We might get another show after the shoot." Now both men shared an evil smile. Draco had forgotten that their Hermione liked both men, and women. "So, how long will we have to wait, if Ginny accepts this?"
" Duh! Potter. After she turns eighteen."
" That will be next month. I think, the end of October."
" Well, it looks like we will have a bewitching photo shoot." Both men were laughing, as they left Draco's office for lunch.

Hermione was in her office talking to Ron. " Draco asked me, if I would photograph Ginny." Ron's face was as red as his hair. " He asked me what I thought about Ginny being in the magazine."
" What did you tell him?"
" Well after a few minutes of being mad, and embarrassed at the idea of seeing my little sister like that. I told him I would talk to her."
" Have you talked to her yet?"
" No, not yet."
" If you want me to. I will ask her."
" Hermione...Nothing personal, but I don't know about that." Ron knew how Hermione was, even with her and him being lovers.
" I promise lover, the only Weasley I have eyes for is you." She purred to him, reassuring him that she wanted him.

Hermione stood, and walked around her desk. She leaned back on the edge of the desk, putting her feet on top of Ron's thighs. Hermione always wore short muggle business suits; she would wear thongs under her short skirts. The look always drove Ron nuts, with lust. In her current position Ron could see, everything he wanted to see. And he saw that she was wet.

Ron taking her hint started rubbing her legs. Starting at her ankles, going past her calves, and up to her thighs. Every place his hand would rub, he would lightly kiss, lick or bite his way up. He was up to the silk cloth that covered her hot little pussy.

Ron still sat in the chair, he pulled up to the desk, "Lay back, and lift your hips." Hermione complied with his request. His hands reached up and pushed her skirt around her waist. Licking his lips at the sight before him, russet curls covered by barely a few pieces of fabric. He slowly put tiny kisses on her inner thighs, and then stopped at her core. Ron inhaled deeply; her scent alone is enough for him. He thinks she is good enough to eat. He put her legs over his shoulders, and proceeds to pleasure his lover.

Ron’s tongue flicked up and down the length of her wet folds, lapping up the sweet juices that she was expelling. Moaning softly into her wetness he licked and sucked.

Hermione’s hair was splayed across the desk as she thrashed from Ron’s motions. Moans escaping her lips and filling the room, before there was one final moan. Ron looked up from her waist with a wicked grin. Sitting up Hermione eyed his own problem. With a smirk she slid from the desk and kneeled before him.

Sitting in his office Harry heard the assorted moans and noises from Hermione’s office across the hall. Rolling his eyes he flicked his wand towards their door casting a silencing charm.

“You’d think that the cleverest witch in Hogwarts would remember to cast a ruddy silencing charm on her own office”

Snickering softly Harry went back to his work, as across the hall, Hermione was busy with a job of her own.


I know it's late, but I don't own any of the familiar characters, i just like to make them play.
Thanks to TrixRstrange, without you, i'm pretty boring. hahaha