The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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30
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9,224
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39
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The Interview
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 6 – The Interview
Oh Gods! Let this moment last forever. Those lips, soft and seductive pulled her in. The heady fragrance of juniper and sage from Lucius’ robes mingled with scotch and emotional exhaustion drove Hermione over the edge.
As the kiss continued she gently began to probe with her tongue, feeling the smooth pearly teeth first then tasting his tongue as they battled to be in each other’s mouths. Gods! What was she doing?
Their tongues entwined, she could feel Lucius’ long blonde hair falling across her face. Rivulets of electricity emanated from her mouth, arcing up and down her spine and culminating in her groin which began to heat and ache with desire.
She felt Lucius’ left hand snake round her waist and pull her towards him, while his right hand came up to hold her unsupported left breast. The kiss broke off, the pair gasping for breath.
“Why, Miss Granger, no bra? What else did you forget?” His eyes sparkled, diffusing the mock formal tone in his voice and Hermione giggled coyly. She looked into his eyes and her face straightened again. “We shouldn’t do this…” she began to protest.
“Why, because I’m Chair of Governors?” He mocked again.
“No…Severus…” her voice was a whisper.
Lucius reached out for her glass, which he brought to her . Sh. She took it from him, knocking back the fiery liquid. He took it from her again and set it down.
“Now, where were we?” He said matter-of-factly. He pulled her passionately towards himself, locking lips again and sliding his hand up inside the sweater to cradle her breast.
They kissed without respite as his hand gently kneaded her creamy flesh, toying with each nipple in turn. He pulled her closer to him, reaching both hands around her back now. Oh Gods! He wanted her! Hermione could feel his desire, straining against the black wool. It instantly aroused her further and she could feel a familiar moistness between her legs begin to grow and spread. She needed him so badly.
She could hear a passionate voice screaming inside her head, drowning out a quiet voice, which was trying to tell her that this was wrong. Lucius broke off the kiss again and slid both hands up inside her sweater, cupping both her breasts together before lifting the sweater up and over her head. He tossed it aside and began to undo his robes; Hermione pulled at the cravat and started to undo the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt. It was as though her life depended on seeing the blonde’s muscular chest beneath – why did wizards have to wear so many clothes!
Both topless, they came together again, lips to lips and tongue to tongue. Her breasts pressed hard against the broad strong chest, nipples occasionally grazing each other and setting off new sparks, shooting through their bodies. Hermione’s hands explored the strong muscular back beneath them, while Lucius’ hands held her face, feeding hungrily from her.
As the kiss lingered, the pair stood up together, some unsaid instruction seeming to control them. Lucius’ full erection now pressing tightly into her and straining against his own fabric.
Hermione’s entire universe had been reduced to the passion in her mouth and the throbbing hunger of desire between her legs – nothing else mattered. Lucius’ hands now travelled over her back and down inside the thin leggings, a buttock in each hand, he pulled her in even closer, his cock now pressing hard into her abdomen. Hermione moaned with renewed excitement. Lucius withdrew from the kiss, kneeling down. He ran his hands down the back of her legs, removing her leggings in the process and leaving her completely naked. In her haste she had neglected to put on any underwear – after all she wouldn’t even be taking her cloak off, would she?
Lucius smiled at the lack of underwear, his cock twitching its own approval. He unfastened his belt and Hermione unzipped the front of his trousers, which fell to the ground. He also preferred not to wear underwear, though when he did it was always silk.
He bent down, deftly removing each boot in turn and threw the boots and trousers aside. The naked pair stood facing each other: her, full breasted with long brown hair, tumbling onto her shoulders, full lips, red with exertion and a pink flushed tinge over her whole skin; him, a statuesque blonde, his smouldering grey eyes like molten lead, lean body with snaking tendrils of soft curled blonde hair leading to a magnificent proud cock.
Their glance was fleeting before they threw themselves together again in a frenzy of exploration, kissing, licking, nibbling, stroking, cupping and grasping. Hermione could feel her body aching. She needed him in her. This was not a ‘want’ like it had been with Severus but a ‘need’. She had to have him.
Hermione pushed Lucius backwards, back onto the sofa. He could see the fervour in her eyes, and smirked. Let her do what she wanted then – he wanted to take her in a wild and domineering way – but that could wait – this was fun – let her be in charge, then he was beyond reproach.
Hermione climbed onto the sofa her knees sinking into the leather on either side of him. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto the erection, releasing a stifled scream as it filled every part of her and began to soothe the ache she felt. Explosions of fireworks seemed to go off inside both of them as she sat down fully onto his lap. She leaned forwards and they kissed hungrily again. Hands on his shoulders, she rose again, and then lowered herself, a little harder this time. She continued to rise and fall, rocking her hips back and forth into him as she did so, the pace and intensity increasing with every stroke. Lucius thrust his hips upwards and forwards each time they came together, they were in perfect rhythm, and she felt as though she were riding her lover like some blonde, magical unicorn.
Lucius sat beneath her, completely under her control, yet at the same time feeling wild and out of control. How could being dominated feel this good? He threw his head back, his hips grinding into her, pressing rhythmically on her sensitive clit again and again until eventually he felt her begin to tremble. The intensity had built up so much that the release was immense. Waves of pleasure shuddered through her entire body. Inside, her muscles were pulsing and tightening around him. He threw his head back in exquisite ecstasy, blonde hair hanging over the back of the leather sofa. Their moans, which had been increasing in unison throughout their joining now culminated in screams of passion as their climax reached its peak simultaneously.
Estedsted, Hermione lay against Lucius’ body, their sweat intermingling, hearts pounding and him still inside her. Tenderly he kissed her head, in their minds the same thought: This was so wrong, but it felt so right.
~~~xx~~~
By Luciusfan
Chapter 6 – The Interview
Oh Gods! Let this moment last forever. Those lips, soft and seductive pulled her in. The heady fragrance of juniper and sage from Lucius’ robes mingled with scotch and emotional exhaustion drove Hermione over the edge.
As the kiss continued she gently began to probe with her tongue, feeling the smooth pearly teeth first then tasting his tongue as they battled to be in each other’s mouths. Gods! What was she doing?
Their tongues entwined, she could feel Lucius’ long blonde hair falling across her face. Rivulets of electricity emanated from her mouth, arcing up and down her spine and culminating in her groin which began to heat and ache with desire.
She felt Lucius’ left hand snake round her waist and pull her towards him, while his right hand came up to hold her unsupported left breast. The kiss broke off, the pair gasping for breath.
“Why, Miss Granger, no bra? What else did you forget?” His eyes sparkled, diffusing the mock formal tone in his voice and Hermione giggled coyly. She looked into his eyes and her face straightened again. “We shouldn’t do this…” she began to protest.
“Why, because I’m Chair of Governors?” He mocked again.
“No…Severus…” her voice was a whisper.
Lucius reached out for her glass, which he brought to her . Sh. She took it from him, knocking back the fiery liquid. He took it from her again and set it down.
“Now, where were we?” He said matter-of-factly. He pulled her passionately towards himself, locking lips again and sliding his hand up inside the sweater to cradle her breast.
They kissed without respite as his hand gently kneaded her creamy flesh, toying with each nipple in turn. He pulled her closer to him, reaching both hands around her back now. Oh Gods! He wanted her! Hermione could feel his desire, straining against the black wool. It instantly aroused her further and she could feel a familiar moistness between her legs begin to grow and spread. She needed him so badly.
She could hear a passionate voice screaming inside her head, drowning out a quiet voice, which was trying to tell her that this was wrong. Lucius broke off the kiss again and slid both hands up inside her sweater, cupping both her breasts together before lifting the sweater up and over her head. He tossed it aside and began to undo his robes; Hermione pulled at the cravat and started to undo the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt. It was as though her life depended on seeing the blonde’s muscular chest beneath – why did wizards have to wear so many clothes!
Both topless, they came together again, lips to lips and tongue to tongue. Her breasts pressed hard against the broad strong chest, nipples occasionally grazing each other and setting off new sparks, shooting through their bodies. Hermione’s hands explored the strong muscular back beneath them, while Lucius’ hands held her face, feeding hungrily from her.
As the kiss lingered, the pair stood up together, some unsaid instruction seeming to control them. Lucius’ full erection now pressing tightly into her and straining against his own fabric.
Hermione’s entire universe had been reduced to the passion in her mouth and the throbbing hunger of desire between her legs – nothing else mattered. Lucius’ hands now travelled over her back and down inside the thin leggings, a buttock in each hand, he pulled her in even closer, his cock now pressing hard into her abdomen. Hermione moaned with renewed excitement. Lucius withdrew from the kiss, kneeling down. He ran his hands down the back of her legs, removing her leggings in the process and leaving her completely naked. In her haste she had neglected to put on any underwear – after all she wouldn’t even be taking her cloak off, would she?
Lucius smiled at the lack of underwear, his cock twitching its own approval. He unfastened his belt and Hermione unzipped the front of his trousers, which fell to the ground. He also preferred not to wear underwear, though when he did it was always silk.
He bent down, deftly removing each boot in turn and threw the boots and trousers aside. The naked pair stood facing each other: her, full breasted with long brown hair, tumbling onto her shoulders, full lips, red with exertion and a pink flushed tinge over her whole skin; him, a statuesque blonde, his smouldering grey eyes like molten lead, lean body with snaking tendrils of soft curled blonde hair leading to a magnificent proud cock.
Their glance was fleeting before they threw themselves together again in a frenzy of exploration, kissing, licking, nibbling, stroking, cupping and grasping. Hermione could feel her body aching. She needed him in her. This was not a ‘want’ like it had been with Severus but a ‘need’. She had to have him.
Hermione pushed Lucius backwards, back onto the sofa. He could see the fervour in her eyes, and smirked. Let her do what she wanted then – he wanted to take her in a wild and domineering way – but that could wait – this was fun – let her be in charge, then he was beyond reproach.
Hermione climbed onto the sofa her knees sinking into the leather on either side of him. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto the erection, releasing a stifled scream as it filled every part of her and began to soothe the ache she felt. Explosions of fireworks seemed to go off inside both of them as she sat down fully onto his lap. She leaned forwards and they kissed hungrily again. Hands on his shoulders, she rose again, and then lowered herself, a little harder this time. She continued to rise and fall, rocking her hips back and forth into him as she did so, the pace and intensity increasing with every stroke. Lucius thrust his hips upwards and forwards each time they came together, they were in perfect rhythm, and she felt as though she were riding her lover like some blonde, magical unicorn.
Lucius sat beneath her, completely under her control, yet at the same time feeling wild and out of control. How could being dominated feel this good? He threw his head back, his hips grinding into her, pressing rhythmically on her sensitive clit again and again until eventually he felt her begin to tremble. The intensity had built up so much that the release was immense. Waves of pleasure shuddered through her entire body. Inside, her muscles were pulsing and tightening around him. He threw his head back in exquisite ecstasy, blonde hair hanging over the back of the leather sofa. Their moans, which had been increasing in unison throughout their joining now culminated in screams of passion as their climax reached its peak simultaneously.
Estedsted, Hermione lay against Lucius’ body, their sweat intermingling, hearts pounding and him still inside her. Tenderly he kissed her head, in their minds the same thought: This was so wrong, but it felt so right.
~~~xx~~~