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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,615
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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.
Truth
Title: Truth
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: Insinuations
Summary: #79 – Truth. They wanted to know how she felt.
Word Count: 708 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by donquixote17.
Prompt 79 – Truth
“Tell us something, luv.”
Hermione was nearing the bottom of her pint, and considered ordering another, but Rosmerta seemed busy for the other patrons.
“Some of the boys in school had a theory about you.”
Hermione stared across the booth at Fred Weasley. George sat at her right, his arm about her shoulders. They had claimed they wanted to celebrate the opening of their new shop in Hogsmeade, and Hermione, being the closest friend…a professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, she had been the first, and apparently, only friend they invited out.
“What theory is that?” Hermione asked, suddenly feeling drunk, she had only had two pints.
“That you were a bookish, prude, who would not even let a boy kiss you, or touch you,” George supplied.
Hermione was in the middle of a drink, and began laughing, spewing foamy ale up her nose. Sloppily wiping away the ale, she set the glass down.
“Who told you that?”
Fred grinned. “Just a rumour…”
“Well, like most rumours, there is only ever an ounce of truth, and mostly fiction.”
“So tell us, Hermione,” George hummed into Hermione’s ear. “The truth.”
Hermione finished her drink, and immediately, Fred was up from the booth and back in almost a blink with another pint of pale ale for her, and bitters for himself and his brother.
“The truth is…what was the question?” Hermione laughed.
“Let’s start simple. Were you a virgin all through school?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “No.” She blinked…wondering why the answer had come so quickly and easily.
“Who was it…what was it like?” George purred.
“Viktor Krum…awkward.”
The Twins grinned. “How so?”
Hermione sipped her ale before answering. “He thought I did not know anything about sex…”
They laughed, and Hermione stared at her ale. Something was not quite right…
“It was not just him…Harry too…that one time in what would have been Seventh Year…”
Hermione wanted to slap a hand over her mouth, but she continued speaking.
“He was so gentle, too gentle…I had to take initiative, show him what it was to worship someone’s body…and I think it came as a shock that I swallowed after I gave him…” she trailed.
The Twins shared a look that Hermione could not decipher.
“But before that…Neville…he is not as bumbling or tubby as he looked. He would dress that way on purpose… He knew a woman’s anatomy as if he had been studying it for a lifetime. Neville’s tongue was not made for stuttering or whimpering, but to fit just inside my body…and his…his…he was the one to teach me how to climax, how to have a true orgasm…”
Hermione finally slapped a hand over her mouth as the Twins gaped at her.
Veritaserum, or something like it…it was in her ale.
“So, you’re saying that during the years you were ‘in school’ you had sex, initially, with Viktor Krum…”
“…which we suspected, hell, everyone suspected,” George continued.
“Then Neville…in Sixth Year?”
Hermione involuntarily nodded even with her hand pressed over her mouth.
“That Neville-nearly-a-squib Longbottom is actually a sex god…”
“…and you slept with our brother-in-law before he was our brother-in-law?” George finished.
Again, Hermione nodded, her eyes widening. “Which you can never tell Ginny!”
Continuing undaunted, “And all of that was just during your schooldays?”
Hermione considered slipping her wand from her sleeve and hex two sets of ‘baby making’ bits off her friends.
“You’ve slipped something in my drink…just to know about my early sex life?”
Another shared look. Hermione pushed her drink away.
George’s arm tightened around her, slipping from her shoulders to her waist.
“In part only.”
“The other part?” she asked
Fred grasped her hands. “See if you’d be game…”
“…for some experimentation,” George finished.
Hermione frowned.
“The truth is not always so easy…”
“…so here’s the real question.”
“Do you like us, Hermione?” they asked in unison.
“Because, if you haven’t figured it out, we really like you…”
“And we’d like to show you just how much,” George finished, his fingers curling about her hip.
Hermione’s amber eyes moved from one grinning, handsome face to the other, crimson hair, blue-green eyes…
“Do you like us?”
Hermione shook her head and breathed a laugh. She had to answer, she felt compelled…
“I always have.”
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: Insinuations
Summary: #79 – Truth. They wanted to know how she felt.
Word Count: 708 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by donquixote17.
Prompt 79 – Truth
“Tell us something, luv.”
Hermione was nearing the bottom of her pint, and considered ordering another, but Rosmerta seemed busy for the other patrons.
“Some of the boys in school had a theory about you.”
Hermione stared across the booth at Fred Weasley. George sat at her right, his arm about her shoulders. They had claimed they wanted to celebrate the opening of their new shop in Hogsmeade, and Hermione, being the closest friend…a professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, she had been the first, and apparently, only friend they invited out.
“What theory is that?” Hermione asked, suddenly feeling drunk, she had only had two pints.
“That you were a bookish, prude, who would not even let a boy kiss you, or touch you,” George supplied.
Hermione was in the middle of a drink, and began laughing, spewing foamy ale up her nose. Sloppily wiping away the ale, she set the glass down.
“Who told you that?”
Fred grinned. “Just a rumour…”
“Well, like most rumours, there is only ever an ounce of truth, and mostly fiction.”
“So tell us, Hermione,” George hummed into Hermione’s ear. “The truth.”
Hermione finished her drink, and immediately, Fred was up from the booth and back in almost a blink with another pint of pale ale for her, and bitters for himself and his brother.
“The truth is…what was the question?” Hermione laughed.
“Let’s start simple. Were you a virgin all through school?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “No.” She blinked…wondering why the answer had come so quickly and easily.
“Who was it…what was it like?” George purred.
“Viktor Krum…awkward.”
The Twins grinned. “How so?”
Hermione sipped her ale before answering. “He thought I did not know anything about sex…”
They laughed, and Hermione stared at her ale. Something was not quite right…
“It was not just him…Harry too…that one time in what would have been Seventh Year…”
Hermione wanted to slap a hand over her mouth, but she continued speaking.
“He was so gentle, too gentle…I had to take initiative, show him what it was to worship someone’s body…and I think it came as a shock that I swallowed after I gave him…” she trailed.
The Twins shared a look that Hermione could not decipher.
“But before that…Neville…he is not as bumbling or tubby as he looked. He would dress that way on purpose… He knew a woman’s anatomy as if he had been studying it for a lifetime. Neville’s tongue was not made for stuttering or whimpering, but to fit just inside my body…and his…his…he was the one to teach me how to climax, how to have a true orgasm…”
Hermione finally slapped a hand over her mouth as the Twins gaped at her.
Veritaserum, or something like it…it was in her ale.
“So, you’re saying that during the years you were ‘in school’ you had sex, initially, with Viktor Krum…”
“…which we suspected, hell, everyone suspected,” George continued.
“Then Neville…in Sixth Year?”
Hermione involuntarily nodded even with her hand pressed over her mouth.
“That Neville-nearly-a-squib Longbottom is actually a sex god…”
“…and you slept with our brother-in-law before he was our brother-in-law?” George finished.
Again, Hermione nodded, her eyes widening. “Which you can never tell Ginny!”
Continuing undaunted, “And all of that was just during your schooldays?”
Hermione considered slipping her wand from her sleeve and hex two sets of ‘baby making’ bits off her friends.
“You’ve slipped something in my drink…just to know about my early sex life?”
Another shared look. Hermione pushed her drink away.
George’s arm tightened around her, slipping from her shoulders to her waist.
“In part only.”
“The other part?” she asked
Fred grasped her hands. “See if you’d be game…”
“…for some experimentation,” George finished.
Hermione frowned.
“The truth is not always so easy…”
“…so here’s the real question.”
“Do you like us, Hermione?” they asked in unison.
“Because, if you haven’t figured it out, we really like you…”
“And we’d like to show you just how much,” George finished, his fingers curling about her hip.
Hermione’s amber eyes moved from one grinning, handsome face to the other, crimson hair, blue-green eyes…
“Do you like us?”
Hermione shook her head and breathed a laugh. She had to answer, she felt compelled…
“I always have.”