What A Girl Needs

Chapter 7

“Miss Granger!” a rather cranky looking Snape barked from her side as she started up at the slam of her door. “Do you always disobey authority so thoroughly? How do you plan to survive this apprenticeship if you don’t even make it on time to your second lesson?”

“S-sir?” she stuttered sitting up and stumbling out of bed, totally not caring that she probably looked a right wreck at the moment. “What lesson sir? I didn’t know…it’s Sunday sir….”

“Silence!” he growled. “I sent you a message two hours ago to meet with me twenty minutes ago and yet here you are, fast asleep…with those two none the less,” he growled jabbing a finger in the direction of Harry and Draco who had started up when he began yelling. Both boys were flushed angrily at the intrusion and had begun looking for their clothing, in hopes of finding something close before they left the cover of the bed. “I didn’t think you would take our little session yesterday so to heart, that you’d assume you could brush off a summons from your Master,” he snapped. “Just because I fucked you, Miss Granger, doesn’t mean that you are my peer in anyway. You are mine and you will act accordingly!”

“I didn’t get a message sir, I swear!” she gasped out, trembling under the fury radiating off of him. There were few things that pissed the man off more than disobedience and disrespect. Missing a meeting with him would certainly insult him on both counts and Snape was something to behold when he was truly angry.

“On your knees Miss Granger,” he growled softly, his dark eye flashing angrily.

“Sir,” she protested softly, a flutter of fear in her belly. Surely he didn't mean for her to...in front of Harry and Draco?

“Now!” he snarled in a voice that brooked no argument.

She choked in shock, knowing this wasn’t going to be like the punishment she’d received yesterday, which wasn’t so much a punishment as mild rebuke for discussing him with other students in an inappropriate manner. This wasn’t going to be for her pleasure in the least. Girlish gossip was one thing, but missing a lesson was quite another as far as Snape was concerned. He took his profession very seriously and didn’t likely want her to treat it with any kind of lightness. Trembling she sank to her knees, ignoring the boys’ confused protests as she heard Snape unsnap his trousers. “Don’t interfere,” she mumbled to them. “This isn’t any of your business.”

Ignoring Draco and Harry completely, Snape tugged his cock free of his shorts, letting it hang heavily against his thigh. At least he wasn’t aroused at the thought of punishing her. Just the fact that he was doing this in front of Harry and Draco showed how very serious he was. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and yanked her face against his soft length. “Suck it Miss Granger,” he hissed. When she raised her hands he jerked her hair painfully in his long fingers. “No hands!”

Swallowing she nodded against his tight grip and reached forward with her mouth to gently suck at the soft cock before her face. At least he hadn’t done as he threatened yesterday and come to her unwashed. Aside from the slightly musky smell that was all male, he smelled clean, like soap. It made taking the punishment a bit easier, making her grateful she wasn’t in trouble after one of his marathon brewing sessions. A few times he’d come to Order meetings looking drawn and mussed, off-handedly telling all who asked that he’d been up for 30-some hours working on some experiment or another.

Ever so slowly he relaxed his grip as his length rose and thickened under her ministrations. “Harder,” he growled. She sucked harder and tried to take him deeper, but choked instead. Without her hands she couldn’t really control his movements at all and she couldn’t take it at her own pace as easily.

“Relax your throat,” she heard Draco murmur, though it sounded more like he was thinking out loud than giving advice. Harry protested the piece of advice, reminding her that she wasn’t alone in her humiliation. Despite that, she tried to relax a bit and found the next descent didn’t choke her as easily. After a few passes she found that she could almost take Snape’s long length without gagging on it.

Unfortunately he seemed to note this as well. “I won’t tolerate disobedience Miss Granger. I hope this will teach you that,” he explained softly. His grip firmed and he pulled her slowly down onto his length, pressing until he popped into her throat and cut off her air. Her hands gripped at his thighs as panic swept through her brain at the sensation of not being able to breath and trying to stay relaxed enough not to gag and vomit all over him. Somehow she doubted that he would take kindly to the reaction. Her eyes began to water at the stretch of her lips and throat, and the strain to keep the contents of her stomach where they belonged.

Just as she seriously began to consider jerking away from him, consequences be damned, he pulled back and allowed her to suck in a breath, before repeating his assault. “Very good Miss Granger,” he purred, looking down at her curly head with black, glittering eyes. “Now for the rest of your punishment,” he growled. The deep thrusts sped up a bit, and then more, until she could barely draw a breath before he was cutting it off again with his thick cock. Not to mention her throat began to feel a bit raw at the abuse it was receiving. She was too wrapped up in what his cock was doing, and the soft gasps that spilled from his mouth, that she didn’t even hear Harry shouting at Snape or Draco telling Harry that they couldn’t interfere. This was between Apprentice and Master and they had no right to stop it.

Finally Snape grunted and jerked, pulling back just enough that she could feel and taste his come spilling out of this twitching cock over her tongue and then pulling back the rest of the way so the last few spurs landed across her chin and lips. He shoved her away with a growl and tucked himself back into his trousers.

He stared down at her teary, cum covered, face for a moment as she stuttered how sorry she was that she was late. Finally he murmured, “Apology accepted Miss Granger. Get yourself ready...NOW!”

He was just turning to leave the room when a small sound drew everyone’s attention to the window, a sound they all recognized instantly. Severus froze and then turned slowly towards the window to see his raven sitting haughtily on the sill outside, a message tied to his leg. “Well fuck me,” Severus grunted in the stillness of the room.

Draco, closest to the window, clamored off of the bed and opened the glass, not really caring that he was bare ass naked. He took the note from the cranky looking bird, narrowly avoiding a vicious nip, and quickly opened it. “Miss Granger, my office, 9:00, Snape,” he read softly.

“Miss Granger,” Severus purred quietly, “It would seem I owe you an apology, a very deep and sincere apology. Antony is usually quite reliable,” he murmured, glaring at the uncaring bird. “I am very sorry about this.”

Hermione wiped her face with the sleeve of her pjs and nodded tightly. “Thank you sir,” she said thickly, her voice a little raw.

Severus felt a deep twinge of guilt at the sound. He really was the bastard that everyone proclaimed him to be. She hadn’t been lying when she said she didn’t get a message, but being the suspicious Slytherin that he was, he’d punished her anyway. He'd like to think that seeing her in bed with two young men, her clothing and hair in disarray, had nothing to do with it either, but he'd be lying to himself. All he’d had to do was delve into her mind a bit to see she'd been truthful.

He bent and tilted her damp chin up and lightly brushed over her thoughts and memories for a moment. Most prominent were memories of the two boys doing all sorts of interesting things to each other, followed by his assault, mixed with lust and confusion. No where was there a message summoning her to him. He’d certainly buggered up this one alright. He sighed and looked down at her thoughtfully for a moment and then pulled out his wand to cast a cleansing charm and then a localized healing charm on her throat. “If there is something you would like me to do for you, I would be pleased to do it, Miss Granger.”

“He should give what he took,” Harry growled softly, glaring dangerously at the tall, dark man. He stood from the bed and drew himself up to his full height. Despite his nudity, Harry still looked rather threatening when he was angry. His eyes burned bright and raw energy whispered along his long muscled body, showing a hint of why he’d been the only one that could take down the Dark Lord.

“That’s hardly a punishment,” Severus purred, ignoring the younger man’s posturing, a small smirk on his lips. Potter was certainly powerful, but years of serving Voldemort had hardened Severus to fearing powerful men. “I happen to rather enjoy fucking a woman with my tongue.” Both of the younger men grimaced that the thought of their potions professor actually doing it often enough to enjoy it, because then they’d have to admit that someone actually wanted to have sex with the man. Hermione might be attracted to the man, but they weren’t, or at least not to the same extent.

“I do want something,” she said hesitantly after a moment of embarrassed, tense silence. Imagining his tongue on her certainly was an interesting notion, as he was no doubt as talented with his tongue as he was in everything else, but as he hinted it wouldn’t really put him out in any way. Perhaps one day when he wanted to reward her…. “I thought of it last night, actually, when the boys were….well I was thinking that I should package some sort of lubricant with the toys. Men don’t have the natural lubricate needed and spit is just rather crude in my opinion,” she said flushing red.

Severus raised a brow at Harry and Draco, Harry flushing slightly and Draco grinning and shrugging. “I made do,” Draco admitted, wandering across the room to gather up his trousers.

“Charming,” Severus sighed in that rich voice that drove people absolutely wild.

“Yes, well,” Hermione sighed, eyes flicking to the younger men as they began to dress, all the while watching Snape warily, “That’s why I was hoping you might know of a lubricant that is simple, fast and cheap to produce in large quantities. Even women need it on occasion, so I think it’s important to include with the toys. That’s what I’d like for you to do for me.”

“That’s all?” he asked in surprise. “I violate you and you ask me to brew a lubricant for you?”

Hermione stood and smiled a little, “Yes, well I didn’t say it would be a one time thing, did I Professor Snape? I’m sure that as my business grows I’ll need to be re-supplied.” Now that he was wholly in the wrong, she felt oddly empowered and brave. It was a unique feeling to have around the tall, intimidating man.

“You’re asking that I help you further your toy business?” he grunted, folding his arms and raising an elegant brow at her.

“No,” she said slowly, thoughtfully. She looked him directly in the eye and said firmly, “I’m telling you, sir.”

Snape actually looked rather startled for a moment and then he grimaced, realizing his mistake would likely carry a long term penalty. He’d forever be tied to her business if he agreed to this, which he really couldn’t refuse anyway after his promise to her. He’d treated his apprentice rather poorly, something he wouldn’t allow himself to do again if possible. “Very well,” he growled. “I have a mixture in mind that should do very well for what you intend it for. I’ll prepare it this evening so it will be ready for your inspection tomorrow morning,” he sighed. He turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder, “I’ll see you in one hour Miss Granger. Don’t be late this time.”

***

The rest of break passed rather quickly, with Hermione spending her days and evenings in the dungeons brewing all manner of healing potions for the Infirmiry, and her nights either hanging out with Harry or making copies of the clones. She’d spent hours packaging twenty of each model, with a small bottle of lubricant, in boxes she’d ordered from Fred and George (both assuring her seriously that they’d done nothing to them, aside from charming them to accept a pattern and title of her choosing).

She’d chosen a rather discrete light brown color with the names scrawled in a flowing golden script down one side. The other girls had all gotten the promised models to her within a few days of leaving for their own holidays, so she now had just over a dozen to work with.

Professor Snape had even allowed her to use a tiny room off his laboratory for working and storage, which was passed onto Dobby the first chance she got. The little elf had giggled a little and simply nodded, getting a genuine kick out of what his favorite wizard’s friend was doing. Fortunately house elves weren’t a terribly prudish lot and he waved off her apologies at what she was asking of him.

When the students finally started returning after two weeks, early in the morning, Hermione felt ready to tackle her business and looked forward to taking their first orders. The other girls hadn’t been idle either. Lavender, Pansy, Luna and Ginny all spent time during the holiday sending discrete letters out to friends and giving order forms out to people who expressed immediate interest; most of them weren’t even students at the school. They’d been surprised at just how large a market gap they’d discovered. Hermione couldn’t believe that it had never really been filled, especially with so many muggle born and half blood wizards and witches bringing in muggle ideas.

Ginny had been humiliated when her mother, of all people, discovered what she was up to, but instead of the scolding she’d expected, she’d gotten a shy request for an order form and a suggestion that they find some older wizards to participate too. Most of the non-student women had specifically requested not to get clones of student wizards. Too many of them were worried that they’d end up with something either from a son or from one of his friends. Ginny apparently had blurted out that they didn’t think they could possibly ask that of any of the men they knew and before she knew it, Mrs. Weasley was sending out discrete letters to witches and wizards she was acquainted with asking for their help and silence on the matter. Ginny said her mother would forward any results she got on to Hermione. She also reluctantly held out a bag that contained wrapped clones of all of her brothers, except Percy who hadn’t been told about the plot.

Millicent proudly presented each of them with their license to sell the new product and laughed when she told them about the shocked looks she’d gotten at the licensing office. She grinned and handed Hermione three forms from the three of the ladies in the office as well. They weren’t the spelled versions, which concerned Hermione a bit, but when Millicent handed her three bags, containing 12 galleons each, she shrugged and smiled. At first she wasn’t sure if that was too much money to charge, but that was the approximate price of a decent Muggle toy, so she decided it would do for a wizarding one too.

When they asked what she'd been working on, she waved her hand vaguely that the original models and the packaged ones. “Making models and packaging them.” To say that the other girls were surprised to see the very special ‘Decadence’ model, would be an understatement. “Is that what I think it is?” Pansy gasped, picking up the original in awe. She remembered the conversation about Snape from before break and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Yes,” Hermione said with a grin. “He even signed the contract and made the lubricant we’re packaging with the toys.”

Pansy looked at her with admiration, which was quite startling from her one time enemy. She picked up another model she recognized from their plotting. “Elegance?” she murmured. “How did you get this? He said ‘no’ when I asked him to help.”

“I had a little help from Thunderbolt on that one,” Hermione said with a grin. “Or rather Thunderbolt did all the hard work and I benefited from his efforts.”

Lavender was the first to blurt out, “Harry slept with Draco? Oh and I missed it! Damn!”

Ginny blushed and sighed, “And Harry is really something to watch too. He gets really aggressive. And you wouldn’t believe the things that come out of this mouth. You wouldn’t think that it’s the same person we see in class. It’s positively sinful.” Hermione grinned at her and then started laughing when Ginny grinned back, wiggling her eyebrows. “I think he’s a bit of an exhibitionist really.”

“I’ve gone through and listed the qualities of each model,” Hermione said waving to the boxes lined up in the small workspace. “Thunderbolt and Decadence are the more intense models, as is Blaze. Neville’s ‘Gentleman’, Dean’s ‘Artist’ and Seamus’ ‘Fox’ are the gentler models. The others sort of fall somewhere in between from what we’ve recorded during our testing, though Double Trouble will probably have to fall under intense as people could use them for double penetration,” she mused seriously, not noticing a few blushes that appeared at her nonchalant declaration. “I don’t know about Bill and Charlie though…. Ginny?”

“Um,” she said blushing. “Well I don’t really know for sure and I just couldn’t bear to test them…it’s just not right. I’ve heard rumors though. I heard Fleur say that Bill is pretty gentle and sweet with her, and from what I’ve heard Charlie is kind of rough…dragon tamer and all….” She shrugged and stared at the floor awkwardly.

Hermione nodded, taking pity on the poor redhead as she started to look a little green. Really they should probably find other wizards to use, but the Weasley men were a wonderful, rather gifted source that just had to be tapped. “Very well I’ll make five copies and everyone but Ginny will test them. I’ll also make test copies of Snape’s and Draco’s since they’re new. You all got the copies that I sent over the holiday. Any complaints so far?”

“No, except that we didn’t get the Decadence and Elegance models too,” Pansy muttered.

“That’s because I wanted them to be a surprise,” Hermione said with a small smile.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to test the Decadence model and still look at the man with any sort of seriousness or respect in class tomorrow,” Lavender whined softly. “Even knowing the thing exists is completely freaking me out.” Ginny agreed and Millicent looked like she wanted to. Luna just smiled sleepily and shrugged.

Pansy sighed and shook her head, setting down both models. “If you knew the man like the Slytherins do you’d have heard the rumors and it would probably change your attitude a bit. I don’t think you’d be able to look at him with anything less than respect.”

Millicent bit her lip doubtfully and looked at Ginny and Lavender. “It may or may not be true, but the rumor is that he’s very good, though really quite ruthless about it. If you got the real thing, rather than just the copy, I’d think you’d be a bit more terrified and less inclined to giggle about it…but the rumors could be false,” she said, glancing at Hermione. They, of course, knew that she’d be the one most likely to know, as his new apprentice. It was rather rare that a new apprentice went long ‘untested’ by their new Master.

Hermione flushed and remembered instantly both encounters with the dark professor. One had left her sore and bruised from his firm hips and the cutting edge of his desk. The second time had left her throat raw and her scalp rather tender from his fierce grip on her hair. “I’d imagine the rumors are about right,” she finally said softly. Blushing, she tugged up her skirt where the bruises from the desk were only just there, pale yellow, but wide and obvious.

Ginny lightly traced the lines and then frowned and tugged up Hermione’s skirt, catching the glimpse of several round, light bluish-purple bruises up her hip and disappearing under her shirt. “Gods, he was rough,” she whispered in shock. “And those look really new.”

“Oh those aren’t from him,” Hermione admitted touching one of the finger marks and flushing at the memory of Harry slipping into her room again last night for one last roll with her before school started again. He’d stayed until the sun had just started to peek over the horizon, before kissing her sweaty forehead and promising to see her at breakfast and slipping back out before the teachers woke up and caught him.

“Draco?” Pansy asked, tugging Hermione’s shirt up a bit too, curiosity erasing propriety. “No, he’s not usually this rough,” she said touching a small mark on Hermione’s hipbone. She traced over a love bite on the back of Hermione’s neck next, which was just hidden under her hair. “Though he likes to leave these behind…and these too,” she said as Hermione flinched when she touched a bite mark. “Whoever is responsible for these took you rather roughly from behind, I’d guess,” Pansy mused softly a wicked smile on her lips. “How perfectly erotic and unexpected from the Gryffindor Princess.”

“No, it wasn’t Draco either,” Hermione said pushing her skirt down and tucking her shirt in again. “And I don’t know why everyone calls me that.”

“Because you are untouchable, perfect,” Millicent said with a shrug, though looking curiously at Hermione in light of her ‘war wounds’.

“Clearly not that perfect,” Lavender teased, earned grins from both Luna and Ginny, who knew Hermione just a little better than the Slytherin girls. “Aside from her apparent late night adventures, we know that our darling Hermione gets into her fair share of situations. Who wouldn’t with friends like Ron and Harry?” Lavender asked, wandering over to the table where the original models sat. “We already know that she had a rather interesting shag with them, now didn’t she?” She teased a finger over the Thunderbolt model in a way Hermione knew Harry would have thoroughly enjoyed. “Hm, probably young, rough, a little kinky, available during break, not Snape or Draco…whom could this mystery wild man possibly be?” she pondered, flicking a knowing look over her shoulder.

Hermione blushed as the other girls raised eyebrows at her. “I’m not going to kiss and tell on this one, so don’t bother asking who it is,” she said folding her arms.

“You really don’t need to,” Luna said with a sleepy sigh. “It’s rather easy to narrow down the candidates now isn’t it? Just tell us…is he as good Ginny suggested he was?”

Hermione grinned, despite herself. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she sighed. “He might be young still, but the man is sinfully good in bed and really doesn’t give you a chance to protest anything he wants to try. He just does it, all the while promising you it’ll be good…and it is…really good.”

She smiled dreamily for a moment and then shook herself, “Anyway we’re ready to start the business I think, or at least we will be as soon as the last few models are tested and copied.”

Not a group to be distracted the other girls frowned at her. “Oh no you don’t,” Ginny muttered. “You are not changing the subject. You have to give us some details here!”

“What do you mean?” Hermione stuttered, blushing. “I can’t imagine what you’d really want to know about it.”

“What kind of stuff could he possibly do in bed that you feel needs permission?” Pansy asked, rolling her eyes. “What, did you tie you up and spank you or something?”

Hermione bit her lip, staring at the floor for a bit. “I don’t know…I guess when he wants to put things where they’re not naturally intended to go. It just seems like something you should get permission to do, before you do it.”

“You had anal sex,” Pansy snorted in amusement, laughing as Hermione turned a lovely shade of red. “Seriously? I don’t believe it!”

“Well,” Hermione said defensively, “He just sort of said ‘I want to fuck you here’ and then went ahead and did it before I could say much on the matter. I’d never done it before and all….”

“And?” Ginny asked leaning in, Millicent and Lavender looking equally interested. Luna and Pansy just smiled secretively to themselves. “What was it like? Does it hurt or feel good?”

“I don’t know. It hurt a bit at first, but eventually it was…really nice. Sort of like using the loo…but backwards, if I had to describe the sensation…but way better and well…,” she trailed off shrugging and blushing furiously. “It was just…good.”

“That how you got the bruises?” Pansy teased, flicking her fingers against Hermione’s clothed hip.

“Maybe,” Hermione muttered, “Though the time he didn’t ask happened two weeks ago,” she admitted trying not to smile. “The second time he did it, I asked him to do it.”

“Well it must be nice if you did it twice,” Ginny mused. “I didn’t realized women did it that way,” she admitted after a moment. “I thought that was more for men, I guess. Stupid, I know.”

Luna sighed, “Sometimes it’s lovely being a woman and having so many options open to us, isn’t it?” She smiled at Hermione in understanding and then scooped up her bag with a sigh. “I have to go and finish a report. I’ll see you all at breakfast in an hour?” Breakfast was being served late for the returning students that morning. Dumbledore had decided to have classes that afternoon, so everyone had returned early that morning to get ready. “Send the test subjects to me when they’re ready please.”

The other girls all murmured similar excuses, regretting not getting their work done over break so they could sit and gossip about their love lives with Hermione now. She waved them all out, until it was just Pansy and herself. “You know Granger, I was wrong about you. In my house you’re this prefect little paragon of goodness and light. It’s nice to see that even a princess is allowed a few flaws and bit of darkness in her soul.” She flicked her fingers over the now covered bruises on Hermione's hip and smiled slightly. “Well done. I’m looking forward to learning more about the mysterious Hermione Granger” she said with a smirk, wandering towards the door and slipping out into the hall.

Hermione smiled and turned to get back to work on the new clones, wondering if Pansy had just openly asked to be her friend, rather than just an acquaintance, or if she meant something entirely more interesting altogether. She knew that if this business survived and thrived, she’d make sure that Pansy stayed on board, no matter the relationship. The young woman was intelligent and crafty, plus she had tons of connections. Hermione couldn’t ask for a better partner, and half wished that Pansy was the only one she had to work with.

The others were all helpful but, aside from Luna perhaps, lacked the drive to keep the business going. Perhaps if the others fell by the wayside, she’d try to recruit Pansy and Luna to stay on. Ginny was already showing signs of bailing due to her brothers’ involvement and Lavender rarely stayed involved in anything long. Millicent would probably stick with Pansy for a while, but really she didn’t have much to offer the company other than a few connections. At least with Luna, she was well connected, creative, and could easily provide some advertising if they desired. She sighed and decided to watch the others carefully, knowing she’d probably have to pay off a few of them to drop their direct interest in the business at some point, probably in the near future.

***

Harry raised a brow at Hermione as she sat down next to him at breakfast later that morning, running ten minutes late since she’d been in the dungeons working. “Sleep in?” he asked quietly so Ron wouldn’t hear and ask why.

“No,” she said smiling at him and shaking her head. “I was working on the copies for a bit and lost track of time. It’s been a busy morning, what with everyone returning so early and wanting to know how production was coming along.”

“You look tired,” he said apologetically, blushing slightly. He knew what he was like in bed and felt a little bad about inflicting it all on his best female friend. She was a small woman so he tried to be gentle with her, but with her crying out for more, harder, faster, he’d been hard pressed to do anything but obey. It was basically the same with Draco as well.

He had a vague theory that the slight darkness in him was a left over from his connection from Voldy, though it could just be that he liked it rough all on his own. It’s not like he could go up and ask Dumbledore if his tendency to spout filthy things and pound roughly into his partners was the Dark Lord’s fault and get advice on how to control it. It was a trait that usually either had gentler people running from his bed or masochists clinging to him like plastic wrap and begging him for more.

Fortunately Hermione was neither, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind his rougher tendencies. Though he regretted the previous night’s activities, a bit, as she sat gingerly and reached for the toast and jam. Dark circles ringed her wide chocolate eyes and a few marks peeked out from behind her hair. “I’m sorry about those,” he whispered, flicking his gaze to her neck. “I didn’t mean to be so rough. I don’t know why I’m like that, so I’m just…sorry.”

She blinked at him and then grinned, unrepentant, “I’m not. Yes I’m a bit sleepy and tender in a few places, but I don’t care one bit,” she assured him softly. “It was really good Harry, I promise.” She reached back and traced over the slightly raised skin over his bite and smiled as the memory of that bite tickled her mind. Harry had been thrusting hard into her from behind, his hard chest skimming over her back and his mouth kissing over her shoulders and neck. She’d arched her back and something about the movement made him groan and bite her hard in retaliation. He’d immediately whispered his apologies in a breathless voice, but she’d secretly wished that he’d kept on doing it. There was just something about being the one that made Harry snap like that, that was alluring.

“Oi,” Ron whispered, catching pieces of their discussion and seeing Hermione’s hand trace over a rather lovely bite under her wild hair. “You doing something without the third in this little trio?” he grumbled softly, reaching out to touch the mark as well.

“Only because you went home for the holiday,” Harry teased quietly. Hermione grinned in agreement at the red-head, who gave a mock scowl and shook his head. “Yeah well let me know my part next time would ya?” Ron muttered, turning back to his breakfast. “We’re supposed to do stuff together you know,” he grumbled.

“So ‘Mione,” Harry asked quietly a few minutes later. “Care to tell me why your business partners are eying me like a rare piece of candy at the moment?” He shifted nervously in his seat at the intent feminine looks he was getting from nearly all directions.

Hermione glanced around and saw that the five were indeed watching him with a certain amount of speculation. “Oh,” she said blushing. “Well they might have seen some of the marks and they narrowed it down to their creator by simple elimination.”

“You told them?” he gasped quietly in shock. It’s not that he was particularly shy, far from it, but he was surprised that Hermione would actually tell any of the girls what she’d been up to. She was a terribly private person most of the time.

“No!” she hissed back. “But they asked if it was Draco or ‘you know who’ and I said no, so you were really the only reasonable conclusion.”

“I’m assuming by ‘you know who’, you’re referring to tall, dark and grumpy and not the Dark Lord,” Harry grunted in amusement, biting into a piece of toast.

Hermione made a disgusted face and whacked his shoulder. “That’s just wrong,” she whispered in horror. “As if I’d…ew!”

He laughed and shrugged. “Yeah well…whatever works for you I suppose. So what exactly did you tell them that has them looking at me like that. I think I’m actually a little afraid for my innocence.”

She snorted at that and pushed him a little; innocence indeed. She doubted that any woman, or man, who’d been with Harry could ever describe him as innocent. “Well it started out with Ginny talking about you actually, about the things you tend to say,” she whispered, glancing around. Fortunately no one was sitting across the table from them today.

Harry knew very well that his mouth turned particularly foul when he was having sex with anyone, unless he really concentrated on controlling it. He couldn’t help it; he liked to tell people exactly what he wanted to do to them. It was an odd kink that usually helped rather than hurt his sex life, though a few girls had gotten a bit embarrassed. His male lovers all seemed to get off on it though. He’d found that witches and wizards may act all proper, but when the suggestions, fantasies and demands fell from his lips they went wild under him.

“Things I say?” he asked in a teasing voice.

Hermione blushed a little and nodded. “You know, when you’re turned on,” she hissed.

“Oh,” he said nodding seriously and then grinning at her. She rolled her eyes at him, knowing very well that he was teasing her.

“Anyway,” she continued, “Then one of the other models was being discussed and they were worried about testing it, some because they’d have to see him later today and others because the heard he was really rough. So I told them he was a bit and showed the bruises.”

“Mine or the ones from the desk?” he asked curiously.

“The desk,” she said blushing a little brighter. She’d already told Harry about her first ‘punishment’, once he’d seen the marks, so he didn’t even raise a brow, especially after he’d seen her true punishment with Snape.

“So then they saw some newer marks and asked if he made those, you said no, and they figured it out after tossing out a few names?” he asked.

“Yes, sort of. Lavender was teasing me with your model, describing its attributes and saying ‘I wonder whom it could be?’” Hermione mumbled. “Then they said it was obvious who’d done it and managed to drag a few details out of me…but I never actually said your name!” she assured him.

He sighed and smiled at her. “It’s okay Hermione. I mean I did allow Ginny to take that copy, so obviously you would all talk about me in that way at some point. As long as you said good things I suppose it does matter,” he teased with a shrug.

She grinned at him, “Like I’d have anything bad to report.”

“Feeling kind of left out here,” Ron grumbled from Harry’s other side.

“Sorry Ron,” Hermione whispered. She grinned at the redhead suddenly, wondering if he was interested in her too. Blaise had said a lot of guys were, and well, she’d actually slept with Ron once before. Maybe he was still interested in her as well. Deciding to test the theory she asked, “Hey Ron, do you remember that thing I did with Harry in the tent?”

Ron raised a brow and smirked a little, “Yeah?” Of course he was smirking; he’d been riding her rather enthusiastically at the same time that night. Neither of the guys had been virgins at the time, but they were still new to it and they were stoked that she was giving up her virginity with them. Plus have a threesome was fairly exciting in itself. She doubted he’d forget much about that night.

“Come with me to my room to grab my bag and we’ll discuss it, okay?” she whispered, still grinning. “Maybe we could discuss my technique and work on that a little?”

Ron stood so fast, he nearly knocked Harry off of the bench. “No time like the present I say,” he murmured, grinning and grabbing up his pumpkin juice to wash down the last of his eggs. “I always liked that story and I’m a firm believer in dedicated practice. Coming Harry?” he asked clapping his friend on the back.

“No, I’m fresh out of anything to contribute this morning,” Harry said with a laugh. They’d been up for most of the night together after all. “I’ll just go grab our books, from our room, and meet you in Herbology in a half an hour. Have fun though.”

“Right,” Ron said with a grin and all but drug Hermione from the Great Hall.