#4 ~ The \"Up Against the Wall\" Wars
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Lemon Break
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Chapter 8 ~ Lemon Break
Hermione was the last patron to leave Florisham & Blotts. The clerk stood by the door with his arms crossed, and scowling as the witch poked among the shelves, oblivious that the store had emptied. Finally, the young, pimply-faced wizard said in a cracking voice, “Miss, we are closing now! I have to do the day’s receipts. Please come along. I’d like to make it home before midnight.” Hermione had stalked by him, muttering something about poor manners and customer relations skills, before the door was shut firmly behind her.
It was after nine, and a weeknight, so there weren’t many patrons out on the streets of Diagon alley. Hermione walked briskly, headed for the closest public apparation point, when a pair of strong arms shot out from an alleyway, wrapped around her and dragged her in. She was pulled against a hard body, the arms feeling like iron bands, one effectively locking her arms at her sides, the other clamped over her mouth. She attempted to bite the hand, but it only cupped its palm out of range of her teeth and now partially covered her nose, making it difficult to draw breath.. She went dead-weight, letting her feet drag heavily, but was still yanked backwards into the shadows. She didn’t have her weapons yet and was unable to reach her wand.
She was slammed flush against a cold, brick wall, the body pressing against her firmly. One hand frantically ran over her person, trying to locate her wand. It was found in her sleeve and taken. She was still finding it hard to breathe, and things were starting to gray out. She started to slump from lack of oxygen. The hand removed itself, and she was roughly spun around, her wrists pulled together, and wrapped tightly with what felt like strong spell-o-tape. She was aware of black eyes looking at her…familiar black eyes. She opened her mouth to say, “Sev…” when a cloth was roughly shoved into it, effectively cutting her off.
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Severus was suddenly wakened from his sleep by a powerful pulse of excitement and desire. His cock was rock hard. He had taken a dreamless sleep draught. Why was he awake? Then he felt the desire wash over him again, intense and needful, and realized he wasn’t the source of it.
Hermione. She had opened the connection.
“Damn that woman,” Severus hissed, gripping his throbbing cock. He threw his mind out, seeking Hermione’s consciousness, to order her to close the connection, when he found he couldn’t really reach her…it was like pressing against a thick, glass window. She was asleep. Dreaming. He could only take the ride and hope she either woke up mid-dream or finished soon. He let his consciousness drift back so her dream could come to the fore.
He saw an alleyway. And himself. And Hermione being pushed face-first against a wall. Oh, gods. Not this, he groaned as he slipped into her perspective
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She was spun back against the wall, her face pressed against the cool brick. She felt the hands coming around front beneath her robes and work at her jeans. She began to struggle when she was gripped hard by her hair and her head whipped about painfully. She felt as if he were trying to pull it out by the roots. She ceased struggling and lay with her face and body pressed to the wall as she felt her jeans and panties roughly pulled down to her ankles.
Her attacker was breathing heavily now. One warning hand pressed into her back as the body moved away. She felt the back of her robes thrown up over the top of her head, and the body return, kneeling slightly. She felt two hot and familiar fingers slip inside her and groaned, she couldn’t help herself.
“You’re wet,” his voice hissed
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Severus began to work his fist over his hardened shaft. It was as if he could feel her warmth, and smell her arousal. If he was going to be trapped in her erotic dream, he might as well enjoy it. This would be the closest he would get (he hoped) to fucking her in the next few weeks. He spread his legs wider as he let her vision wash over him.
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Suddenly the fingers were removed. There was no effort at further arousal. She felt her hips pulled back and a sudden hard penetration. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the unbearable pain that Tonks had described, but as Severus made his first hard thrust, it wasn’t there. Hermione gushed right then and there, bathing the Potions Master’s cock in hot come, and clamping down on his heated shaft forcefully. It was his turn to groan.
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In his bed, Severus’ hips bucked. The dream was taking him over, making him a participant. He could FEEL her come. Merlin’s balls! He could feel himself inside her, and it was blowing his mind. He had no idea the connection could be used this way. He fell back into the dream, excited.
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“Damn, how am I supposed to rape you, when you are loving this, you twisted little minx?” dream Severus snarled as he drew back and slammed into her viciously, his huge cock forcing its way deliciously through her pulsing channel She screamed against the cloth in her mouth.
“Well, I can try, anyway,” he said grunting as he slammed into her harder and harder again, finding a rough, roiling rhythm that attacked and stretched her pussy in all directions. His hips blurred as he plunged into the witch with such force she was lifted to the balls of her feet, whimpering as he adjusted the front of his lifted robes with one hand so he could watch his cock slide in and out of the bound woman, his blood engorged length wet and glistening with her juices.
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Hermione rebounded over and over from his thrusting her against the brick wall, making no attempt to struggle away from his brutal fucking. She was drunk on pleasure, loving the angling of his rough penetration, the feel of his hardness pounding into her body, the blunt pain of his head beating against her cervix, his angry, lustful grunts and curses as he ground into her cruelly, the cool brick against her face, her bouncing body pressed tight to the wall. Having her hands bound only added to her arousal and sense of fulfillment as Severus raged behind her, his knees bent, driving upward, poling into her with every inch of his cock, possessing her fully, making sure she knew she was at his mercy…and there was no mercy in him.
Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her from the ground, her only support, her upper body leaning against the wall as he plowed into her, pulling her back and forth onto his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure, dark eyes closed to all but sensation as he squished and plunged into her steaming wetness, greatly turned on by her helpless acquiescence to his fierce violation of her body. Gods, she was delicious.
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The bed was a mess as Hermione moaned and bucked in her sleep. She lay writhing in a huge, wet spot, where her climax had soaked through her nightgown, the sheet and into the mattress, both her hands rubbing at her sex. She was still asleep, but making so much noise that Tonks stuck her head in to see what was up. Her eyes widened as she saw her charge playing with herself, rocking her hips in a highly suggestive motion and moaning.
“Damn,” thought Tonks, “I’m not about to wake her up from that!” She cast a silencing charm on Hermione’s room and padded back to her bed, where Kingsley was lying awake, naked and propped up on his elbow, curiosity in his brown eyes.
“Well, what is it?” he asked in his deep voice, a voice that always made Tonks shudder with pleasure at the promise hidden in it.
“She’s having a private party,” Tonks said, hopping back in bed and pushing her sprite-like body flush to Kingsley’s. “A pretty hot one too, by the look of her.”
“I think I’d like to see that, “ said Kingsley, making as if to rise from the four-poster. Tonks grabbed him and pulled him back.
“Oh no you don’t. If you want to see a show, you can part the curtains right here, “ she said, rolling on top of the black man, and wriggling. Kingsley grinned sexily up at her.
“I’ll have to thank Miss Granger in the morning,” he growled as he pushed Tonks up to straddle him, “Now on with the show.”
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Severus was slamming into her as deep as he could get, his body on automatic, driving into her like an animal, unable to control his thrusting. Tears ran down Hermione’s face as she climaxed again. Gods it hurt so, so good. He was giving her every powerful inch of himself and she wished she could get even more. Suddenly his hands gripped her waist painfully, his nails digging into her skin as he heaved himself tight inside her, groaning as he ejaculated hard and long, frowning and biting his lip…thrusting slightly to get every drop as deep as possible. After several intense moments, he let her legs drop and she slid down the brick wall to her knees as he let his robes drop and stood over her panting. She groaned, as he reached down and undid the tape around her wrists. Then he leaned close to her face, smelling her jasmine scented hair and pulled the cloth from her mouth.
“That was too easy, Hermione,” he purred. “Way too easy. You have to do better.”
The Potions Master straightened, and with a swirl of robes, disapparated.
The dream ended.
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Severus lay in his bed, his hand, pelvis, thighs, hips and lower belly covered in rich splashes of come. He had ejaculated straight up into the air, and his emissions fell back to earth and his body like rain. His breathing was only now returning to normal. He lay there, gasping slightly. Long distance fucking…this had definite possibilities, if the two of them managed to make it through training, their love intact. He wondered if her dream reaction to his attempted rape of her, would be her real-life reaction? If so, what a delicious game THAT could be. He felt exhausted, and did a weak scourgify before closing his eyes, unwilling to think of anything other than the luscious experience that had just occurred. He could return to agonizing later. Right now he knew she still wanted him.
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Hermione woke the next morning, the sun high in the sky. Tonks hadn’t come for the morning run. She moved. Her nightgown was sticking to her, the bed was damp, and the entire room smelled of sex. As she shifted to the edge of the bed and swung her legs down, she was aware of soreness between her legs. What the hell had happened? She also felt as if she had very, very good shagging, her entire body was relaxed. Had Severus given in to his lusts and somehow got at her without her knowledge? Nah. That was impossible. Kingsley and Tonks would have stopped him.
Hermione rose from the bed, went to her suitcase and pulled out some sweats, underwear and a t-shirt, standard training gear. She then used her wand to clean the bed, her nightgown and the air. She padded down the hall to the common loo, and got a good hot shower. She then walked downstair to the kitchen, where sat Kingsley and Tonks, smiling at her mysteriously.
“Heya Hermione, “ said Tonks as she slid a plate of toast her way. “Did you sleep well?” Hermione thought she detected a snigger in the question.
“Yes. I feel pretty relaxed, actually. I guess I had a good night.”
Kingsley snorted here, and turned his face away from Hermione, fighting the urge to laugh out loud. Hermione noticed this.
“All right,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “what in Merlin’s name is going on?”
“Or getting off, in this case.” Tonks grinned.
“Tell me,” Hermione demanded, stomping her small foot in agitation.
Tonks did. Hermione turned a lovely, lovely shade of crimson at Tonks description of what she witnessed. Kingsley just had a smile plastered on his face.
“Oh my gods. I hope I didn’t disturb you too much,” she said, embarrassed beyond belief.
“Not at all,” Kingsley said in his rich tones. “Actually you were very conducive to a good night’s sleep.” His eyes slid to Tonks, who grinned devilishly at him. Hermione flushed again at the thought she may have ignited a little fire under the two aurors. They both smiled at her. She sat down to the table and took a piece of toast, munching it slowly.
Kingsley took on a serious mein as he looked at Hermione. “Tonks told me about Severus’ plan on testing your skills when you return to Hogwarts. She also told me what method of punishment he will most likely use if you fail to escape him.”
He looked at Hermione keenly, “Let’s hope that the dream you experienced last night was your subconscious mind’s way of getting him out of your system as a lover. You can’t allow yourself to think for a moment you would welcome intimacy with him under these conditions,” here he looked at Tonks tenderly, “Believe me, you won’t. I’ve witnessed the effects, it seems like the worst act a woman could go through. You have to be strong more than physically. Your emotions for him have to turn off, completely.”
Hermione nodded.
Kingsley rose from the table. “Tonks told me about your reluctance to fight friends. Well we’ve found a solution for that.
The auror headed toward the cellar, where the training room was situated. “I’m going to go get everything prepared for your refresher today. We will go over the basics,” he said. Then he looked at her kindly, “Hermione, you already know the moves as well as anyone. It’s only your reluctance that keeps you from being a formidable fighter. If we can break down that reluctance, then you will find that your defensive skills are more adequate. I think that Severus’ plan will provide you plenty of incentive to keep yourself safe. See you in a few.”
The auror left the room.
Tonks looked at Hermione thoughtfully and said, “You know, Kingsley was looking forward to attempting to sexually assault you in practice, even if it wasn’t an actual assault.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. Kingsley was a big man. The thought of him going for her like that was pretty scary.
Tonks laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry love, I’ll be handling that.aspect. I am a metamorph magus after all. I’ll have all the necessary parts, even if they don’t work. No need putting Kingsley’s baubles in danger. I like them, you know. Want to keep them safe and in working order.”
Hermione laughed and finished her toast.
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A/N: Ah, gratuitous sex…gotta love it. We needed a lemon. Since Severus\' and Hermione\'s situation was not conducive to the good of the grove...I had to stoop to other means...lol. Thanks for reading and the reviews.
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Chapter 8 ~ Lemon Break
Hermione was the last patron to leave Florisham & Blotts. The clerk stood by the door with his arms crossed, and scowling as the witch poked among the shelves, oblivious that the store had emptied. Finally, the young, pimply-faced wizard said in a cracking voice, “Miss, we are closing now! I have to do the day’s receipts. Please come along. I’d like to make it home before midnight.” Hermione had stalked by him, muttering something about poor manners and customer relations skills, before the door was shut firmly behind her.
It was after nine, and a weeknight, so there weren’t many patrons out on the streets of Diagon alley. Hermione walked briskly, headed for the closest public apparation point, when a pair of strong arms shot out from an alleyway, wrapped around her and dragged her in. She was pulled against a hard body, the arms feeling like iron bands, one effectively locking her arms at her sides, the other clamped over her mouth. She attempted to bite the hand, but it only cupped its palm out of range of her teeth and now partially covered her nose, making it difficult to draw breath.. She went dead-weight, letting her feet drag heavily, but was still yanked backwards into the shadows. She didn’t have her weapons yet and was unable to reach her wand.
She was slammed flush against a cold, brick wall, the body pressing against her firmly. One hand frantically ran over her person, trying to locate her wand. It was found in her sleeve and taken. She was still finding it hard to breathe, and things were starting to gray out. She started to slump from lack of oxygen. The hand removed itself, and she was roughly spun around, her wrists pulled together, and wrapped tightly with what felt like strong spell-o-tape. She was aware of black eyes looking at her…familiar black eyes. She opened her mouth to say, “Sev…” when a cloth was roughly shoved into it, effectively cutting her off.
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Severus was suddenly wakened from his sleep by a powerful pulse of excitement and desire. His cock was rock hard. He had taken a dreamless sleep draught. Why was he awake? Then he felt the desire wash over him again, intense and needful, and realized he wasn’t the source of it.
Hermione. She had opened the connection.
“Damn that woman,” Severus hissed, gripping his throbbing cock. He threw his mind out, seeking Hermione’s consciousness, to order her to close the connection, when he found he couldn’t really reach her…it was like pressing against a thick, glass window. She was asleep. Dreaming. He could only take the ride and hope she either woke up mid-dream or finished soon. He let his consciousness drift back so her dream could come to the fore.
He saw an alleyway. And himself. And Hermione being pushed face-first against a wall. Oh, gods. Not this, he groaned as he slipped into her perspective
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She was spun back against the wall, her face pressed against the cool brick. She felt the hands coming around front beneath her robes and work at her jeans. She began to struggle when she was gripped hard by her hair and her head whipped about painfully. She felt as if he were trying to pull it out by the roots. She ceased struggling and lay with her face and body pressed to the wall as she felt her jeans and panties roughly pulled down to her ankles.
Her attacker was breathing heavily now. One warning hand pressed into her back as the body moved away. She felt the back of her robes thrown up over the top of her head, and the body return, kneeling slightly. She felt two hot and familiar fingers slip inside her and groaned, she couldn’t help herself.
“You’re wet,” his voice hissed
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Severus began to work his fist over his hardened shaft. It was as if he could feel her warmth, and smell her arousal. If he was going to be trapped in her erotic dream, he might as well enjoy it. This would be the closest he would get (he hoped) to fucking her in the next few weeks. He spread his legs wider as he let her vision wash over him.
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Suddenly the fingers were removed. There was no effort at further arousal. She felt her hips pulled back and a sudden hard penetration. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the unbearable pain that Tonks had described, but as Severus made his first hard thrust, it wasn’t there. Hermione gushed right then and there, bathing the Potions Master’s cock in hot come, and clamping down on his heated shaft forcefully. It was his turn to groan.
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In his bed, Severus’ hips bucked. The dream was taking him over, making him a participant. He could FEEL her come. Merlin’s balls! He could feel himself inside her, and it was blowing his mind. He had no idea the connection could be used this way. He fell back into the dream, excited.
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“Damn, how am I supposed to rape you, when you are loving this, you twisted little minx?” dream Severus snarled as he drew back and slammed into her viciously, his huge cock forcing its way deliciously through her pulsing channel She screamed against the cloth in her mouth.
“Well, I can try, anyway,” he said grunting as he slammed into her harder and harder again, finding a rough, roiling rhythm that attacked and stretched her pussy in all directions. His hips blurred as he plunged into the witch with such force she was lifted to the balls of her feet, whimpering as he adjusted the front of his lifted robes with one hand so he could watch his cock slide in and out of the bound woman, his blood engorged length wet and glistening with her juices.
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Hermione rebounded over and over from his thrusting her against the brick wall, making no attempt to struggle away from his brutal fucking. She was drunk on pleasure, loving the angling of his rough penetration, the feel of his hardness pounding into her body, the blunt pain of his head beating against her cervix, his angry, lustful grunts and curses as he ground into her cruelly, the cool brick against her face, her bouncing body pressed tight to the wall. Having her hands bound only added to her arousal and sense of fulfillment as Severus raged behind her, his knees bent, driving upward, poling into her with every inch of his cock, possessing her fully, making sure she knew she was at his mercy…and there was no mercy in him.
Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her from the ground, her only support, her upper body leaning against the wall as he plowed into her, pulling her back and forth onto his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure, dark eyes closed to all but sensation as he squished and plunged into her steaming wetness, greatly turned on by her helpless acquiescence to his fierce violation of her body. Gods, she was delicious.
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The bed was a mess as Hermione moaned and bucked in her sleep. She lay writhing in a huge, wet spot, where her climax had soaked through her nightgown, the sheet and into the mattress, both her hands rubbing at her sex. She was still asleep, but making so much noise that Tonks stuck her head in to see what was up. Her eyes widened as she saw her charge playing with herself, rocking her hips in a highly suggestive motion and moaning.
“Damn,” thought Tonks, “I’m not about to wake her up from that!” She cast a silencing charm on Hermione’s room and padded back to her bed, where Kingsley was lying awake, naked and propped up on his elbow, curiosity in his brown eyes.
“Well, what is it?” he asked in his deep voice, a voice that always made Tonks shudder with pleasure at the promise hidden in it.
“She’s having a private party,” Tonks said, hopping back in bed and pushing her sprite-like body flush to Kingsley’s. “A pretty hot one too, by the look of her.”
“I think I’d like to see that, “ said Kingsley, making as if to rise from the four-poster. Tonks grabbed him and pulled him back.
“Oh no you don’t. If you want to see a show, you can part the curtains right here, “ she said, rolling on top of the black man, and wriggling. Kingsley grinned sexily up at her.
“I’ll have to thank Miss Granger in the morning,” he growled as he pushed Tonks up to straddle him, “Now on with the show.”
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Severus was slamming into her as deep as he could get, his body on automatic, driving into her like an animal, unable to control his thrusting. Tears ran down Hermione’s face as she climaxed again. Gods it hurt so, so good. He was giving her every powerful inch of himself and she wished she could get even more. Suddenly his hands gripped her waist painfully, his nails digging into her skin as he heaved himself tight inside her, groaning as he ejaculated hard and long, frowning and biting his lip…thrusting slightly to get every drop as deep as possible. After several intense moments, he let her legs drop and she slid down the brick wall to her knees as he let his robes drop and stood over her panting. She groaned, as he reached down and undid the tape around her wrists. Then he leaned close to her face, smelling her jasmine scented hair and pulled the cloth from her mouth.
“That was too easy, Hermione,” he purred. “Way too easy. You have to do better.”
The Potions Master straightened, and with a swirl of robes, disapparated.
The dream ended.
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Severus lay in his bed, his hand, pelvis, thighs, hips and lower belly covered in rich splashes of come. He had ejaculated straight up into the air, and his emissions fell back to earth and his body like rain. His breathing was only now returning to normal. He lay there, gasping slightly. Long distance fucking…this had definite possibilities, if the two of them managed to make it through training, their love intact. He wondered if her dream reaction to his attempted rape of her, would be her real-life reaction? If so, what a delicious game THAT could be. He felt exhausted, and did a weak scourgify before closing his eyes, unwilling to think of anything other than the luscious experience that had just occurred. He could return to agonizing later. Right now he knew she still wanted him.
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Hermione woke the next morning, the sun high in the sky. Tonks hadn’t come for the morning run. She moved. Her nightgown was sticking to her, the bed was damp, and the entire room smelled of sex. As she shifted to the edge of the bed and swung her legs down, she was aware of soreness between her legs. What the hell had happened? She also felt as if she had very, very good shagging, her entire body was relaxed. Had Severus given in to his lusts and somehow got at her without her knowledge? Nah. That was impossible. Kingsley and Tonks would have stopped him.
Hermione rose from the bed, went to her suitcase and pulled out some sweats, underwear and a t-shirt, standard training gear. She then used her wand to clean the bed, her nightgown and the air. She padded down the hall to the common loo, and got a good hot shower. She then walked downstair to the kitchen, where sat Kingsley and Tonks, smiling at her mysteriously.
“Heya Hermione, “ said Tonks as she slid a plate of toast her way. “Did you sleep well?” Hermione thought she detected a snigger in the question.
“Yes. I feel pretty relaxed, actually. I guess I had a good night.”
Kingsley snorted here, and turned his face away from Hermione, fighting the urge to laugh out loud. Hermione noticed this.
“All right,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “what in Merlin’s name is going on?”
“Or getting off, in this case.” Tonks grinned.
“Tell me,” Hermione demanded, stomping her small foot in agitation.
Tonks did. Hermione turned a lovely, lovely shade of crimson at Tonks description of what she witnessed. Kingsley just had a smile plastered on his face.
“Oh my gods. I hope I didn’t disturb you too much,” she said, embarrassed beyond belief.
“Not at all,” Kingsley said in his rich tones. “Actually you were very conducive to a good night’s sleep.” His eyes slid to Tonks, who grinned devilishly at him. Hermione flushed again at the thought she may have ignited a little fire under the two aurors. They both smiled at her. She sat down to the table and took a piece of toast, munching it slowly.
Kingsley took on a serious mein as he looked at Hermione. “Tonks told me about Severus’ plan on testing your skills when you return to Hogwarts. She also told me what method of punishment he will most likely use if you fail to escape him.”
He looked at Hermione keenly, “Let’s hope that the dream you experienced last night was your subconscious mind’s way of getting him out of your system as a lover. You can’t allow yourself to think for a moment you would welcome intimacy with him under these conditions,” here he looked at Tonks tenderly, “Believe me, you won’t. I’ve witnessed the effects, it seems like the worst act a woman could go through. You have to be strong more than physically. Your emotions for him have to turn off, completely.”
Hermione nodded.
Kingsley rose from the table. “Tonks told me about your reluctance to fight friends. Well we’ve found a solution for that.
The auror headed toward the cellar, where the training room was situated. “I’m going to go get everything prepared for your refresher today. We will go over the basics,” he said. Then he looked at her kindly, “Hermione, you already know the moves as well as anyone. It’s only your reluctance that keeps you from being a formidable fighter. If we can break down that reluctance, then you will find that your defensive skills are more adequate. I think that Severus’ plan will provide you plenty of incentive to keep yourself safe. See you in a few.”
The auror left the room.
Tonks looked at Hermione thoughtfully and said, “You know, Kingsley was looking forward to attempting to sexually assault you in practice, even if it wasn’t an actual assault.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. Kingsley was a big man. The thought of him going for her like that was pretty scary.
Tonks laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry love, I’ll be handling that.aspect. I am a metamorph magus after all. I’ll have all the necessary parts, even if they don’t work. No need putting Kingsley’s baubles in danger. I like them, you know. Want to keep them safe and in working order.”
Hermione laughed and finished her toast.
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A/N: Ah, gratuitous sex…gotta love it. We needed a lemon. Since Severus\' and Hermione\'s situation was not conducive to the good of the grove...I had to stoop to other means...lol. Thanks for reading and the reviews.