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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,599
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Months
Title: Months
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: M/F, lite asphyxiation.
Summary: #7 – Months. It had been five months to the day.
Word Count: 917 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. To be paired with Prompt #4 – Hours.
Prompt 7 – Months
“What are you doing here?” she growled, her eyes not looking at him, but the street outside her open door.
Muggles…Muggles walking their dogs, a woman pushing a pram, a middle-aged man jogging…
With a mighty wrench, Hermione Granger pulled Harry Potter inside the entryway of her upscale townhouse in London, shutting the door slowly, her eyes still scanning the street. It was two in the afternoon, on a Sunday in mid-October. Five months to the day Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley.
Whirling back to face her old friend, Hermione opened her mouth to scold Harry for coming to her house, by the front entrance, in broad daylight. However, before she could speak, Harry had flown to her, pushing her back against the front door, his mouth on hers, his hands tearing away her blouse and ripping at the front of her denims.
Hermione groaned as she knocked away his glasses, pushing back his leather jacket to jerk at his tee shirt so that her hands could touch his taut belly and chest.
Harry’s hands finally opened her pants, sliding them down her thighs, his left hand dipping past the waistband of her knickers and tangling in her curls.
She whimpered at the sensation of his cool fingers slipping at an angle into her passage, and as delightful as she felt, Hermione pushed Harry away roughly, sending him stumbling into the living room.
Hermione advanced, slipping out of her clothes, moving past Harry, grabbing his belt and pulling him into the room…only to throw him across the couch before the fireplace, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. Summoning her wand with a silent incantation from its place on the mantle, she cast an intricate disrobing charm so Harry lay nude on the couch, his arousal pointing upward lewdly, a grin beginning to soften his face.
“Five months to the day,” she whispered, dropping her wand on the coffee table as she circled the couch, just as nude as Harry.
“It would have been sooner…” he began, but ended with a grunt as Hermione straddled his hips, rubbing her velvety wet centre over the underside of his cock.
“But you…” she started, but trailed, wanting to say that he had not forgotten about her after all. After the wedding, it seemed that the Trio went their separate ways…Ron busy with his own family, Harry trying to keep Ginny from suspecting that the reason he was so flustered during the wedding was because he could not stop staring at Hermione and her magically repaired dress during the ceremony.
Harry sighed, grasping her arms, pulling her down to him…kissing her, relishing the feel of her heavy breasts against his chest. Grasping her hips, he lifted her, the tip of his cock brushing along her core, causing her to gasp into their kiss.
Hermione grinned against his lips as finally she let him slip inside. Harry hissed at the slow motion, the slow death by drowning inside the woman above him. He did love her, although he knew that they would never be able to live together…with Ginny there was safety, but with Hermione…
“Merlin…” he grunted as she swiveled her hips, rising up above him to cup her breasts in her hands. Harry’s eyes were fixed upon her, the sun streaming in through the front windows, backlighting her body so that she glowed golden, her hair, her skin, her eyes…
He wondered if we had made a fatal mistake in marrying Ginny.
Hermione, on the other hand, was elated that Harry was against her, inside her. After five months, she had missed his touch. Even though he had come to her flat so unexpectedly, unannounced, she was glad.
His hands grasped her hips as she moved faster…his emerald eyes shutting and his mouth slack with a moan. Her name was on his lips, and that was all that mattered. Her name…
Harry’s eyes opened, thrusting upward to meet her, his fingers moving to pinch her clit. She whimpered, her belly tightening, her head thrown back. His right hand reached for her face, but found her neck instead. Hermione gasped as he pulled her forward and down, hand about her throat.
“Mine…” he gritted out, his hips moving, skin slapping, sac tightening.
Hermione gasped, eyes wide and unseeing.
“My own…” he gasped as he felt her orgasm ripple through her body.
His hand released her throat, but she did not complain about his sudden rough treatment as she came with a screech, grasping what she could of him to keep herself from blasting off into the vastness of oblivion. His hands moved to her hips, slamming her body down, impaling her roughly until his own body stiffened. He held his breath, holding Hermione’s hips still before thrusting quickly twice more…and filling her with his seed and the sound of his roar.
Every bit of Hermione was inundated with Harry Potter. Her body, her mind knew nothing but him. She had not realized how badly she had needed him after so many months. She could not think of when so much time had gone by without seeing him, and as he held her tight, kissing her face, she wondered how long he was going to stay…and how long it would be before he would want her again…
Months? Years?
Hermione smiled into his shoulder, feeling his seed hot in her body, and the slow softening of his organ inside her passage. Their coupling had been quick, but it had soothed the itch.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: M/F, lite asphyxiation.
Summary: #7 – Months. It had been five months to the day.
Word Count: 917 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. To be paired with Prompt #4 – Hours.
Prompt 7 – Months
“What are you doing here?” she growled, her eyes not looking at him, but the street outside her open door.
Muggles…Muggles walking their dogs, a woman pushing a pram, a middle-aged man jogging…
With a mighty wrench, Hermione Granger pulled Harry Potter inside the entryway of her upscale townhouse in London, shutting the door slowly, her eyes still scanning the street. It was two in the afternoon, on a Sunday in mid-October. Five months to the day Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley.
Whirling back to face her old friend, Hermione opened her mouth to scold Harry for coming to her house, by the front entrance, in broad daylight. However, before she could speak, Harry had flown to her, pushing her back against the front door, his mouth on hers, his hands tearing away her blouse and ripping at the front of her denims.
Hermione groaned as she knocked away his glasses, pushing back his leather jacket to jerk at his tee shirt so that her hands could touch his taut belly and chest.
Harry’s hands finally opened her pants, sliding them down her thighs, his left hand dipping past the waistband of her knickers and tangling in her curls.
She whimpered at the sensation of his cool fingers slipping at an angle into her passage, and as delightful as she felt, Hermione pushed Harry away roughly, sending him stumbling into the living room.
Hermione advanced, slipping out of her clothes, moving past Harry, grabbing his belt and pulling him into the room…only to throw him across the couch before the fireplace, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. Summoning her wand with a silent incantation from its place on the mantle, she cast an intricate disrobing charm so Harry lay nude on the couch, his arousal pointing upward lewdly, a grin beginning to soften his face.
“Five months to the day,” she whispered, dropping her wand on the coffee table as she circled the couch, just as nude as Harry.
“It would have been sooner…” he began, but ended with a grunt as Hermione straddled his hips, rubbing her velvety wet centre over the underside of his cock.
“But you…” she started, but trailed, wanting to say that he had not forgotten about her after all. After the wedding, it seemed that the Trio went their separate ways…Ron busy with his own family, Harry trying to keep Ginny from suspecting that the reason he was so flustered during the wedding was because he could not stop staring at Hermione and her magically repaired dress during the ceremony.
Harry sighed, grasping her arms, pulling her down to him…kissing her, relishing the feel of her heavy breasts against his chest. Grasping her hips, he lifted her, the tip of his cock brushing along her core, causing her to gasp into their kiss.
Hermione grinned against his lips as finally she let him slip inside. Harry hissed at the slow motion, the slow death by drowning inside the woman above him. He did love her, although he knew that they would never be able to live together…with Ginny there was safety, but with Hermione…
“Merlin…” he grunted as she swiveled her hips, rising up above him to cup her breasts in her hands. Harry’s eyes were fixed upon her, the sun streaming in through the front windows, backlighting her body so that she glowed golden, her hair, her skin, her eyes…
He wondered if we had made a fatal mistake in marrying Ginny.
Hermione, on the other hand, was elated that Harry was against her, inside her. After five months, she had missed his touch. Even though he had come to her flat so unexpectedly, unannounced, she was glad.
His hands grasped her hips as she moved faster…his emerald eyes shutting and his mouth slack with a moan. Her name was on his lips, and that was all that mattered. Her name…
Harry’s eyes opened, thrusting upward to meet her, his fingers moving to pinch her clit. She whimpered, her belly tightening, her head thrown back. His right hand reached for her face, but found her neck instead. Hermione gasped as he pulled her forward and down, hand about her throat.
“Mine…” he gritted out, his hips moving, skin slapping, sac tightening.
Hermione gasped, eyes wide and unseeing.
“My own…” he gasped as he felt her orgasm ripple through her body.
His hand released her throat, but she did not complain about his sudden rough treatment as she came with a screech, grasping what she could of him to keep herself from blasting off into the vastness of oblivion. His hands moved to her hips, slamming her body down, impaling her roughly until his own body stiffened. He held his breath, holding Hermione’s hips still before thrusting quickly twice more…and filling her with his seed and the sound of his roar.
Every bit of Hermione was inundated with Harry Potter. Her body, her mind knew nothing but him. She had not realized how badly she had needed him after so many months. She could not think of when so much time had gone by without seeing him, and as he held her tight, kissing her face, she wondered how long he was going to stay…and how long it would be before he would want her again…
Months? Years?
Hermione smiled into his shoulder, feeling his seed hot in her body, and the slow softening of his organ inside her passage. Their coupling had been quick, but it had soothed the itch.