Always a Bridesmaid

The thought was held all the way up the stairs, which seemed to be twice as high as they had been earlier, and down the hallway, which was also twice as long. They finally arrived at Hermione’s room and she kissed Cedric in celebration. His hands roamed over her eagerly and she had to step back just to avoid possibly doing something inappropriate right there in the hallway.

She reached for the doorknob and cursed. “I don’t have my key.”

“You don’t?” His voice was a low groan as he pressed against her.

“I left it in my bag downstairs,” she told him with a sheepish smile. “I, uh, was in a bit of a hurry to get up here and forgot.”

“Where is it?” he asked with a smile. “I’ll go get it.”

“I’ll get it. Just, here,” she took off her shoes and handed them to him, “hold these and I’ll be right back!”

Hermione raised up the skirt of her dress until it was around her knees so she had more freedom of movement and then literally dashed down the ridiculously long hallway that was now reminiscent of some older horror film her mum watched every Halloween. If she saw a little boy on a tricycle, she was grabbing Cedric and Apparating away, she decided as she finally reached the stairs.

It felt a bit foolish to be practically running but there were some things that just required extra effort. Her foot missed a step near the bottom, however, and she almost tripped and fell on her face, barely grabbing the banister to catch herself. After that, she went with more caution but still rather hurriedly. She had a very handsome man with an erection waiting for her and that was enough to make her go a little faster.

The bag was in the bride’s room. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when she saw that the room was, thankfully, empty. “There you are,” she exclaimed rather triumphantly when she found the key. She gripped it tightly and got her bag before rushing back upstairs. The trip up didn’t take nearly as long and soon she arrived back at the door to her room.

“Got it,” she told him as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She felt a bit sticky and was all too aware that she was flushed and somewhat sweaty from nearly running down the stairs and hallway.

Cedric grinned as he put her shoes in one hand and took the key from her. He leaned forward and kissed her again, slow and teasing, before he pulled back and cursed. “I can’t get the bloody thing in,” he muttered.

Hermione snickered in a very immature ‘my best friends are boys so please forgive me for thinking dirty thoughts’ sort of way. “We’ll have to work a little harder then, won’t we?” she teased in what she hoped was a sexy voice but she actually thought sounded like she had a head cold.

“We’ll have no problems with that,” he told her as he blushed rather nicely. He fumbled with the key and finally managed to get it into the lock. When the door to her room swung open, Hermione found herself being well and thoroughly kissed as he urged her inside.

“Drop the shoes,” she commanded softly against his lips, hearing them fall to the floor right before his hand tangled in her hair. She kicked the door shut and didn’t even bother to pull her dress up when she felt it slip. Instead, she tugged on his tie and pulled it off, throwing it on the floor with her shoes.

It caught her by surprise when he pushed her back against the door and pressed against her as they kissed. In retrospect, she realized it would have been very sexy had the doorknob not been right behind her. She bucked forward as she felt the knob poke her back and accidentally bit his tongue lightly as she felt a slight pain from the impact with the knob.

He pulled back and looked at her in concern. “You okay?” he asked, though it sounded more like ‘Tu tay?’ as he wiggled his tongue to shake off the pain of the bite.

“Doorknob,” she explained as she rubbed her back and glared at the offending object. She moved over and leaned back against the flat wall and smiled at him. “Uh, sorry about the tongue.”

“It’s fine. Sorry about the doorknob,” he said with a wry smile before she reached for him and pulled on the collar of his shirt. Then he just looked at her with that arousing intensity and kissed her, though not quite as hard as before due to his sore tongue.

His hands slid up her legs and she reached down to help him tug up the skirt of her dress. She was glad that he seemed to be over the bite rather quickly, his tongue moving with more force as she kissed him back. Their movements were frantic and she honestly couldn’t remember ever feeling this aroused and needy before.

Most of the afternoon had been foreplay, though, and they were both just ready to consummate their desire. There’d be time for slow and exploratory later. Right now, she just wanted Cedric and didn’t care if it was up against a wall.

“God, Granger,” he whispered when their lips parted. “You’re so---I need---I mean, I want---Should we move to the bed?”

“Right here,” she told him with a rather wicked smile she didn’t really have experience using. He seemed to like it as he groaned and pressed his hips more firmly against her so she guessed it didn’t look too weird. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing glimpses of sun-kissed skin that she had to kiss because it was just too tempting.

“Not fair,” he accused hoarsely as he gently pushed her away. He reached up and tugged on her dress, pulling the bodice down and taking her strapless bra along with it. Hermione bit her lip when her breasts bounced free, not used to being half-naked around anyone and especially not in these circumstances. His hand hesitantly enclosed around one breast and she noticed he was looking from them to her face as if he expected her to cover them and push him away. A crooked smile crossed his lips as he looked down and she frowned.

“What?” she finally asked as she looked at her breasts, not seeing anything that would cause a smile. They were an okay size, but nothing special. She liked them all right but didn’t really get men’s preoccupation with them. That is until Cedric’s finger lightly brushed across her nipple and she felt a responding tremor in her cunt. It had been awhile for her, more than a few years, and she’d tried to forget just how good sex felt when she wasn’t having it and the prospects for having it had been nonexistent.

Cedric chuckled softly and earned an even bigger scowl as she glared up at him. “Freckles,” he murmured in a husky voice as his fingers reached up to touch the scattering of freckles that covered her chest. He leaned down and licked her nipple, gently sucking the hardened nub into his mouth as his hand caressed her other breast. Hermione heard a moan and realized it was her as she pushed against his face and rubbed her legs together to alleviate a bit of the tension. When Cedric raised his head, he met her gaze. “I like the freckles. They’re sexy and unexpected, sort of like you.”

“Oh,” she replied, not exactly sure what someone says to that sort of compliment. She wasn’t particularly good at this talking during sex thing and wasn’t even sure she’d be any good at the actual sex part as she honestly didn’t have that much experience with it all unless you counted her hand and a toy she’d bought one day when she’d felt particularly bold and rather horny.

No time like the present to get more experience, she decided. She smiled as she opened his shirt and shoved it and his coat off of him, letting them fall to the floor. Her gaze moved over him hungrily, taking in every angle and curve of his upper torso. His collarbone was just too lickable so she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over his bare skin. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he wasn’t scrawny, either. She kissed him and pulled him closer, saving the thorough investigation for later.

Her breasts rubbed against his chest as they kissed again. The wall wasn’t very comfortable behind her but she had no complaints when his hand moved back beneath the skirt of her dress and she felt his fingers on her upper thigh. She kissed a path along his jaw and then nibbled his neck, blushing slightly as she knew that he’d soon find out just how aroused she was by him.

She gasped when she felt his finger brush against the wet fabric of her knickers. He made a choked groaning sound that had her gripping his shoulders tightly. “You’re so wet,” he murmured as he moved his finger back and forth over the material.

“Way to state the obvious, Diggory,” she muttered as she smiled against his neck.

“What can I say, Granger? I’m just an intuitive bloke,” he told her before he pushed the fabric of her knickers to the side and trailed his finger along her wet lips. “Like that?”

She was surprised to hear the question in his voice. She nodded. “That feels good,” she said softly. “Maybe, uh, more firm? I’m not going to break and there’s been enough teasing today, Diggory.”

“I want you, Granger,” he whispered against her ear as he pushed his finger inside her slowly.

“Yes, and I want you, Diggory. That’s why we’re here in my room, after all, half naked with fingers in places they normally wouldn’t be,” she reminded him, her words broken near the end by soft gasps of breath as he moved his finger. “Now can we stop talking and get to it? Patience is not one of my virtues, I’m ashamed to admit.”

“God, you’re something else, Granger.” He laughed softly, obviously liking the something else he thought her to be. She just didn’t see the point in wasting time talking all seductive when it was a sure thing. He could seduce her all he wanted later. Right now, she just wanted him inside her.

“So are you, Diggory,” she told him honestly, knowing he wasn’t like any other man she knew and certainly not like any other she’d been intimate with. She reached between them and slid her hand into his trousers and shorts, her fingers wrapping around his erection as well as they could at this angle.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he bucked forward into her hand. His breath was a warm pant against her neck as his hips rolled so he could move against her hand. He added a second finger to her cunt and she whined, needing more. Then he withdrew his fingers from her and pulled her hand from his shorts. His wet fingers slid across the top of her hand and she shivered when she heard him fumbling with his trousers.

The sound of his zip lowering was nearly as loud as her heartbeat, she decided as she shifted against the wall and pulled her dress up around her waist. She pushed her knickers down, wiggling until they fell down her legs to gather at her ankles. His lips caught hers and he pressed against her again, this time with his trousers around his knees and his cock sliding against her wet curls.

She hadn’t had a chance to see him but he felt rather thick and reasonably long. When she tried to grab him and push him inside her, he closed his fingers around her wrist and pulled her arm up and above her head. “If you do that, I won’t last long,” he muttered before he sucked her nipple again, teasing and licking until she was about ready to scream.

“Diggory,” she murmured as she rubbed against him. “Now.”

He raised his head and his gaze caught hers once more. “Are you sure, Granger?” he asked as he pushed the head of his cock inside her.

“This gentleman thing could get rather annoying,” she told him as she pushed forward as hard as she could, intending to take his length inside her. She hadn’t expected to catch him off guard, hadn’t realized it was taking most of his concentration not to just sink right into her, and certainly hadn’t planned on him cursing as he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor. She fell with him, landing on top of him in a heap of naked skin, tangled trousers, and her dress.

“Bloody hell,” he cursed as he grimaced and rubbed the back of his head. He looked at her and blinked before he slowly smiled. “You know, we might should have just gone to the bed.”

“Are you okay?” she asked as she straddled him and checked the parts she could see. She told herself she was just checking for injury as her fingers touched his shoulders, arms, and chest, but she knew she was a shameless liar.

“I’d have probably dropped you if we’d tried against the wall, anyway,” he mused as he smiled sheepishly, his hair falling across his forehead as his hands reached behind her and slid beneath the skirt of her dress to grip her bare bum. “You’ve got such a great arse, Granger.”

“I’ve noticed your interest in it,” she said with a slight smirk. She reached up and touched her breasts. “Most guys would go straight for these in this situation.”

“Do that again,” he whispered as his smile faded and that intense look returned. “I like those, of course, but it was your arse that I first noticed, I must admit. Touch your breasts again, Granger.”

Hermione thought her arse was a bit too big and knew her hips were more curvaceous than most blokes seemed to like, but she could feel Cedric’s cock throbbing against bare skin so he must have no complaints. Since he seemed okay from the fall and she had been ready for sex for, oh, several hours now, she decided that the floor was as good a place as any.

Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples were swollen with arousal, tight and hard as they stood out proudly. She rubbed her wet cunt against his belly, felt his cock against arse, and squeezed her breasts for him. When he released her arse and gripped her hips, she released one of her breasts and balanced her palm on his chest. She hissed softly when she felt his cock slowly slide into her. He was a bit thicker than she’d realized and it took her body a moment to adjust to him, but soon she wiggled and urged him to let her have more.

He arched up and buried his entire length into her, making her gasp as her head fell back. She began to move up and down, riding him right there on the floor with the skirt of her dress covering their joined bodies. He sat up, changing the angle, his hands holding her as he helped guide her movements. They kissed and nibbled, scratched and sucked, and it really wasn’t very long before he was thrusting up and grunting as he came.

He spilled inside her and she had a moment of awareness as she thanked her doctor for making her take birth control for her menstrual cycle before she slipped back into a lusty daze that had her squeezing Cedric as she kept moving up and down.

“You didn’t, did you?” he asked in a raspy voice once he’d stopped thrusting and just stayed inside her.

“No,” she admitted as she kissed his jaw. “It’s okay, though.”

“No, it’s not,” he told her as he smiled sheepishly and kissed her nose. “I was gone so fast and you’re not satisfied. Would it help if I said it’s not always this bad?”

“It’s not bad,” she said with a laugh, wondering if was normally like this after frantic urgent sex. She felt tense and desperate still, true, but she also felt comfortable and relaxed in a really good way. She’d never laughed after sex, not even with Ron, and usually felt rather gross and wanted to take a shower. Right now, she just wanted to do it more.

“You just make me act like a fool,” he whispered in a soft admission before he urged her back onto the floor. He didn’t elaborate on his comment as he gave her a rather wicked smirk and slid out of her. “I’ll take care of you now, Granger.”

“What are you---“ Her words trailed off as he pushed her skirt up around her waist and settled between her legs. Her eyes widened as she saw him staring at her cunt and she raised up on her elbows to watch. He looked up at her and winked before he ran his tongue along her wet lips.

She was so close that it didn’t take more than a few licks and his tongue pressed against her clit before she came with a soft moan, falling back on the floor as she reached up to touch her breasts. He didn’t stop, though. When she looked down at him again, he had a look of intense focus as he watched her face. His fingers spread her open for him and he sucked and licked until she was writhing against his face and whimpering as she came again.

When he crawled up her body and kissed her, she could taste them on his tongue. She felt his hands on her arse and he pulled her against him as he rubbed languidly. “I need to pee,” she told him bluntly as she slapped his hands away and reluctantly stood up and got off the floor.

She was a mess. Her body was sweaty, her hair was a messy tangle from his fingers, her breasts were wet from his saliva, she could feel their release on her upper thighs, and her skin was flushed from their recent activities. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and took off her bra, garter belt, and stockings.

Cedric stood up and removed his trousers and shorts then took her hand and led her to the loo. He peeked inside then smirked. “You have a tub.”

“Yes, I do,” she told him as she waited for that awkward ‘we’ve just had sex uh’ feeling to arrive but it didn’t. Instead, she found herself smiling at him, not at all embarrassed that she looked well-shagged and had just told him she had to pee.

“Do you suppose it’s big enough for two?” he asked as he pulled her against him and nuzzled her neck.

“You’re too old to be ready again that fast,” she informed him smugly even as she felt him stirring against her belly as his hands slid down her back to her arse and up again.

“I’m not that old, Granger,” he muttered before he nipped at her skin. “Besides, you seem to have this ability to turn me into a randy adolescent so it’s only appropriate that I get some sort of benefit along with all the inability to last more than a few minutes, constant stammering like a smitten schoolboy, and other bad stuff.”

“I haven’t seen anything bad yet,” she said as his words caused her to smile and made her feel sexy and feminine in a way she hadn’t in a very long time, if truly ever.

“Yeah, well, most blokes want to last longer than five minutes when they’re finally making love to a woman they’ve wanted for awhile,” he muttered as his fingers ran through her hair and he looked at her with a different sort of intense look. “The second time will be better, Granger.”

Hermione leaned up and kissed him slowly. When she pulled back, she looked at him for a moment and then smiled as she ran her fingertip over his scarred chin. “The bath is big enough for two people, Diggory. After that, we can see about a second time.”

End Chapter 9