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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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18,434
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5
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Quidditch Compensation-HG/DM/BZ/GG
For: whitebutterfly
Pairing: Hermione/Any Slytherin
Rating: NC-17
Plot Element: Hermione being spanked…
A/N: How about three Slytherin boys? DM/BZ/GG/HG
Warnings: Foursome, Coercion
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Quidditch Compensation
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Hermione looked around in trepidation. She was surrounded on all sides with no avenue of escape; after all, she agreed to be here at their mercy. She was fast finding that disputes on the quidditch field were not arbitrated by the referee but by the players themselves.
The first match of the season had just been decided. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Gryfforin won but had used thoroughly questionable tactics. Nothing overt that Madam Hooch could have penalized them for their actions but blatant enough for the Slytherin Captain to demand recompense.
She wasn’t sure how Harry and Ron talked her into it but she was sure she had been railroaded. Usually her best friends wouldn’t allow a Slytherin with in ten feet of her and now she was facing down three of them at once.
Malfoy, Zabini, and Goyle. The Prince, the Enigma, and the Spy.
Each proved himself above and beyond the call of duty when Death Eaters attacked the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of the autumn term. Greg Goyle’s information helped have aurors in place on the train and Hermione owed her life to the ferret boy and Zabini when they stood together to protect her. Those acts alone however, were not enough to allow Hermione to completely trust the Slytherin boys before her. Hermione breathed deeply and confronted the boys about her fate of the moment.
“All right, what do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything, cara,” Blaise said softly.
“You don’t have to do anything, Granger, but take the punishment we mete out for your housemates appalling conduct.” Hermione’s eyes widened at Draco’s words.
“Don’t worry little lioness, I daresay you’ll find this a pleasurable experience,” Greg assured her.
Her head was spinning from trying to keep all three in sight as the spoke to her. She squeaked with surprise when a warm decidedly male body pressed up behind her and hot breath danced over her skin.
“Yes Hermione, just lean back and relax,” Draco purred into her ear, “We’ll take special care of you tonight.”
He guided her forward across the room to a table and with a firm hand in the middle of her back he gently pushed her forward to brace her hands on the scarred wooden top. He lightly kicked her feet apart and kept an unyielding pressure on her back when she tried to stand up.
“Relax love,” he said softly.
She started when she felt a hand on her ankle. When she looked down she gasped when she saw Greg Goyle on the floor between her legs. She was mortified that he could look directly up her skirt and see just how damp her knickers were getting. She squeaked again in the most undignified way when Greg scooted forward and brushed his fingers against the soft skin of her inner thigh. She was distracted moments later when Blaise crawled onto the table and slid his legs between her hands still braced on the tabletop.
“Shh cara,” Blaise whispered into her ear before leaning into her and mothering her neck with a smattering of wet kisses and light nips.
He captured her lips in a searing kiss when she opened to protest the two sets of hands pulling her knickers off. As her feet were guided further apart and her skirt flipped up over her back, she shivered when hot breath slid over her core just before a slick tongue lapped at her clit.
She was still enraptured between Blaise’s kiss and Greg’s talented tongue when the first lightening fast flash of pain landed on her upturned bottom. Both the boy above and the boy below, each caressing her, held her fast in place. Blaise’s gentle attention to her still covered breasts and Greg to her tight core spiraled her pleasure higher. Every blow from Draco’s hand rocked her closer to Blaise’s mouth on hers and Greg’s lapping tongue. Heat seared through her body as the hot pain mixed with cool pleasure. She was aware in a far off way that Blaise wrapped his arms around her just as her knees refused to hold her shuddering body as she rode the waves of her climax.
She hung limply in his arms as she tried to catch her breath. Draco’s hands rubbed her back and soothingly caressed the hot skin of her arse. Greg placed reverent kisses to her legs after swallowing her release.
“What in Merlin’s name was that?” Hermione asked weakly.
“That, my dear, is the punishment for Gryffindor’s use of Slytherin-like tactics,” Draco retorted.
Hermione smiled a little into Blaise’s chest as her reply formed in her mind. “I wonder if I can talk Harry and Ron into playing dirty more often.”
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JW- Why Greg...? Because I happen to like him. It is my story and um hello.. Adrian Pucey has already graduated Hogwarts at the time of this fic. Personally, just taking the movies into consideration, compare the way Crabbe and Goyle are portrayed.... Jamie Waylet, though I am sure is a very nice boy looks like a thug. Joshua Herdman has a spark in his eyes like he is trying to play the part of a bully but there is more there behind him.I very much see Goyle as Johua and I can see him going into quite a handsome man.
Don\'t like it? Well It was in the title of the chapter.. In the warnings... No one forced you to read it.
*rant* Now why do people do that? \'Why did you use so-and-so? Thus-and-such is sooo much better!\' Um Hello I am the author and that is where the story took me.I don\'t write for lame ass reviews I write for the simple fact that I like writing these dirty little stories. I write them for myself first, my good friends second, and every one else third.
Pairing: Hermione/Any Slytherin
Rating: NC-17
Plot Element: Hermione being spanked…
A/N: How about three Slytherin boys? DM/BZ/GG/HG
Warnings: Foursome, Coercion
_____________________________________________
Quidditch Compensation
_____________________________________________
Hermione looked around in trepidation. She was surrounded on all sides with no avenue of escape; after all, she agreed to be here at their mercy. She was fast finding that disputes on the quidditch field were not arbitrated by the referee but by the players themselves.
The first match of the season had just been decided. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Gryfforin won but had used thoroughly questionable tactics. Nothing overt that Madam Hooch could have penalized them for their actions but blatant enough for the Slytherin Captain to demand recompense.
She wasn’t sure how Harry and Ron talked her into it but she was sure she had been railroaded. Usually her best friends wouldn’t allow a Slytherin with in ten feet of her and now she was facing down three of them at once.
Malfoy, Zabini, and Goyle. The Prince, the Enigma, and the Spy.
Each proved himself above and beyond the call of duty when Death Eaters attacked the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of the autumn term. Greg Goyle’s information helped have aurors in place on the train and Hermione owed her life to the ferret boy and Zabini when they stood together to protect her. Those acts alone however, were not enough to allow Hermione to completely trust the Slytherin boys before her. Hermione breathed deeply and confronted the boys about her fate of the moment.
“All right, what do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything, cara,” Blaise said softly.
“You don’t have to do anything, Granger, but take the punishment we mete out for your housemates appalling conduct.” Hermione’s eyes widened at Draco’s words.
“Don’t worry little lioness, I daresay you’ll find this a pleasurable experience,” Greg assured her.
Her head was spinning from trying to keep all three in sight as the spoke to her. She squeaked with surprise when a warm decidedly male body pressed up behind her and hot breath danced over her skin.
“Yes Hermione, just lean back and relax,” Draco purred into her ear, “We’ll take special care of you tonight.”
He guided her forward across the room to a table and with a firm hand in the middle of her back he gently pushed her forward to brace her hands on the scarred wooden top. He lightly kicked her feet apart and kept an unyielding pressure on her back when she tried to stand up.
“Relax love,” he said softly.
She started when she felt a hand on her ankle. When she looked down she gasped when she saw Greg Goyle on the floor between her legs. She was mortified that he could look directly up her skirt and see just how damp her knickers were getting. She squeaked again in the most undignified way when Greg scooted forward and brushed his fingers against the soft skin of her inner thigh. She was distracted moments later when Blaise crawled onto the table and slid his legs between her hands still braced on the tabletop.
“Shh cara,” Blaise whispered into her ear before leaning into her and mothering her neck with a smattering of wet kisses and light nips.
He captured her lips in a searing kiss when she opened to protest the two sets of hands pulling her knickers off. As her feet were guided further apart and her skirt flipped up over her back, she shivered when hot breath slid over her core just before a slick tongue lapped at her clit.
She was still enraptured between Blaise’s kiss and Greg’s talented tongue when the first lightening fast flash of pain landed on her upturned bottom. Both the boy above and the boy below, each caressing her, held her fast in place. Blaise’s gentle attention to her still covered breasts and Greg to her tight core spiraled her pleasure higher. Every blow from Draco’s hand rocked her closer to Blaise’s mouth on hers and Greg’s lapping tongue. Heat seared through her body as the hot pain mixed with cool pleasure. She was aware in a far off way that Blaise wrapped his arms around her just as her knees refused to hold her shuddering body as she rode the waves of her climax.
She hung limply in his arms as she tried to catch her breath. Draco’s hands rubbed her back and soothingly caressed the hot skin of her arse. Greg placed reverent kisses to her legs after swallowing her release.
“What in Merlin’s name was that?” Hermione asked weakly.
“That, my dear, is the punishment for Gryffindor’s use of Slytherin-like tactics,” Draco retorted.
Hermione smiled a little into Blaise’s chest as her reply formed in her mind. “I wonder if I can talk Harry and Ron into playing dirty more often.”
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JW- Why Greg...? Because I happen to like him. It is my story and um hello.. Adrian Pucey has already graduated Hogwarts at the time of this fic. Personally, just taking the movies into consideration, compare the way Crabbe and Goyle are portrayed.... Jamie Waylet, though I am sure is a very nice boy looks like a thug. Joshua Herdman has a spark in his eyes like he is trying to play the part of a bully but there is more there behind him.I very much see Goyle as Johua and I can see him going into quite a handsome man.
Don\'t like it? Well It was in the title of the chapter.. In the warnings... No one forced you to read it.
*rant* Now why do people do that? \'Why did you use so-and-so? Thus-and-such is sooo much better!\' Um Hello I am the author and that is where the story took me.I don\'t write for lame ass reviews I write for the simple fact that I like writing these dirty little stories. I write them for myself first, my good friends second, and every one else third.