Potions and Parchment Match

The warm spray of the shower felt incredible as Hermione stood in the tub let the water sooth away the day’s stress. She arched her head back and groaned when the spray hit directly on her nipples. It was one of the most erotic feelings she had ever felt. She reached her hand up and firmly squeezed her nipple between her fingers and let out a slight moan. Draco had awakened in her a sexuality that she didn’t know she had. Her body now craved his touch and the fulfillment that only he could bring to her.

She gently trailed her other hand down to her wet curls and rubbed her fingers in tiny circles around her hot swollen button. She gasped at the feeling. She felt a wave of desire race through her body and the aching need that followed was almost more than she could stand. She continued to lightly rub over her clit until she couldn’t take the pressure and inserted her middle finger into her hot sheath. She spread her legs wider and slightly bent her knees to make her finger reach deeper into her willing body. She moaned as the pleasure coursed through her body. She was so involved in her self-pleasure that she did not hear the bathroom door open.

Draco stood staring at Hermione as he watched her hands roam all over her body. He briefly thought of leaving the room and leaving her to his privacy, but his feet were firmly planted to the floor. He watched as she rubbed little circles around her swollen nub and he felt a stab of jealousy when he saw her finger disappear deep inside of her hole. He wanted to be the one to touch her, to caress her, to fondle her, to loose himself in her hot willing body. He felt his cock swell rock hard and he quickly made a choice. She had teased him long enough and he was tired of being noble. He needed her and he needed her now.

Quietly he stripped his clothes from his body dropping them onto the floor. His eyes never once left her as he swept them aside with his feet and silently walked up behind her taking her wet body into his arm.

“Draco!” she gasped.

“Mind if I join you?” he purred.

Hermione could feel her body tingle and her blood race. She knew that she was close to coming and she was now embarrassed that he was seeing her this way. Her embarrassment quickly fled when his hand reached around and joined hers at the juncture of her thighs. She moaned loudly when she felt his lips on her neck and then the slight pressure as he gently bit her soft skin.

“You taste so incredible,” he whispered.

Hermione was moaning louder as she felt herself grow closer to the edge. She was reaching for completion and she desperately needed it now. “Draco,” she cried.

“No yet, lover,” he said pulling his hand away and brushing her fingers aside. “I am going to please you first.” He turned her from the spray of the water and gently pushed her against the wall pressing her legs further apart. “I am going to taste you sweet nectar, Hermione,” he whispered kneeling down between her legs.

Hermione almost screamed when she felt the first flicker of his tongue across her swollen pleasure spot. “Draco!” she shouted tangling her fingers through his thick blond hair.

Draco grabbed her softly rounded hips and pulled her pelvis tight against his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her clit several times and then thrust it inside of her already dripping pussy. He could taste the sweet musky scent of her and felt himself ready to burst. She tasted like no woman had ever tasted before. He continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her tight passage until you was writhing above him screaming his name. He felt her completion and the wet hot liquid that ran down his throat as she collapsed onto him.

“Draco!” she screamed as her entire body shook and quivered under his tongue. She had never felt something as exquisite as a man’s tongue in the most private recesses of her body. She felt the world spin around her and she fell forward onto him unable to keep her balance any longer.

Her pert nipple was positioned just inches from his mouth and he reached his head up and took the rock hard tip into his mouth and gently bit. He flicked his tongue around the sensitive end and then took it fully into his mouth gently sucking. He smiled to himself when she moaned out his name again. He gently pushed her back against the wall and stood to kiss her deeply on the mouth.

She could taste the tangy sweetness of herself on his lips and tongue. She pulled him in closer taking him deeper inside of her mouth. She frantically chased his tongue in her mouth and enjoyed the pleasure it brought her to hear his moan of desire.

“It’s my turn, Draco,” she said licking down his chest and to his waist. “I am going to take you deep into my mouth now, and you are going to cum deep down my throat. I am going to lick and swallow every last drop of cum from your hard cock,” she whispered.
Ginny had told her to talk dirty to him and it would arouse him.

“God’s Hermione!” he cried. “Do it, do it now!” he said grabbing her hair and yanking it to bring her down onto his cock. He couldn’t wait to thrust into the little cock teases mouth and see what she could do.

Hermione had read about oral sex and knew the general idea of what she was supposed to do, but she had never actually done it in real life. She let her mind drift back to the 101 sexual positions book that she had read last night and quickly reminded herself on how to do it. She wanted this moment to be perfect for him.

She ran her tongue over his already weeping cock and moaned in pleasure at the taste of him. She flicked her tongue over him until he was once again dry and then took his thick head into her mouth gently sucking. She kept up the suction and pressure slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Within a minute she had his entire cock buried deep in her mouth and she felt his head pressing on the back of her throat. She kept her throat muscles relaxed as she took him in and out of her mouth still making sure to keep a gentle suction. She felt him pick up the pace by thrusting his hips back and forth against her, fucking her mouth. She reached her hand around and softly rubbed his arse as she lowered it and flicked her finger over his puckered hole.

Draco almost cried out in ecstasy when he felt her finger flicker over his arse hole. He had never felt such exquisite pleasure before. A second later he felt her finger slowly entering a spot that nobody had ever before touched. When a second finger joined the first he thought he would die in happiness. A moment later he felt her scissoring her fingers back in forth in his tight hole all the while keeping her hot lips wrapped around his cock as he continued to fuck her wet mouth. He cried out when he felt his hot seed pour from his body and empty down her throat. “Hermione,” he gasped for breath trying to focus as stars shot before his eyes.

She pulled back and looked up at him with big innocent eyes while licking her red swollen lips. “Yummy,” she said.



“When I call your name you will come up to me and receive your notice from the Ministry. You will then take your seat before you open it. If you have a match here you may join them if you so choose. If your match is not at Hogwarts please make sure to contact them as quickly as possible as you only have sixty days to marry,” Headmistress McGonagall yelled to the great hall.

“I hope that I get someone with a great set of tits,” Seamus said with a grin.

“Seamus Finnegan!” Hermione said in horror.

“Yeah, me too,” Ron said agreeing. “And a nice melon shaped arse!”

“I’d like her to have at least a few brains,” Neville said.

“Thank you, Neville!” she said with a smile. “Its nice to know that there is one gentleman left around here!” she said glaring at Ron and Seamus.

Harry grinned. “Hey, what about me?” he demanded.

“You too, Harry.”

“Seamus Finnegan,” McGonagall called.

The entire Gryffindor table clapped politely as he stood up and went forward to claim his match from the Headmistress.

“Neville Longbottom,” she called.

Everyone watched as Seamus sat down and Neville stood up. “Well, open it already!” Ron said impatiently.

They watched with bated breath as he unrolled his parchment and saw a huge grin when he read the name. “Gabrielle Delacour. She’s not sixteen yet, so I’m safe for awhile,” he grinned.

“Seamus, she’s part veela!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Yeah, and her sister is married to my brother, Bill! We’ll almost be family, mate!” Ron said with a grin.

“Ronald Weasley!” McGonagall called out in irritation. She had already called his name twice and got no response.

Ron jumped up with a bright red blush on his face and quickly walked to the front of the room and took his parchment sheepishly from McGonagall. “Thanks,” he muttered hurrying back to his seat.

Neville was just opening his parchment when Ron sat back down. “Wow!” Neville said quickly folding it back up.

“Well! Who is it then?” Hermione demanded.

“Ah, nobody,” he muttered and quickly got up and left the room.

“I wonder who he got?” Ron mumbled to himself as he opened his parchment.

“That was really weird,” Harry said looking towards the doorway that Neville had just left. “I wonder if I should go after him,” he asked nobody in particular.

“Oh gods! No!” Ron shrieked as he looked down at the parchment in front of him.

“Ron! What’s wrong?” Ginny asked seeing her brother’s distress.

“What’s wrong? You ask me what is wrong? Look!” he demanded thrusting his scroll towards his little sister.

“God’s!” she gasped looking down at it. “Good luck, Ron,” she said sympathetically.

“Good luck! That’s l you can say?” he demanded.

“Who is it?” Hermione asked.

“Millicent Bulstrode,” he yelled and then turned bright red when she turned and looked at him. He quickly jumped up and ran out of the room.

Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and Seamus all burst into laughter. “She won’t put up with any of his mood swings,” Hermione said.

“You know, it might be a good match. He’ll do what he is told or she’ll kill him,” Seamus said laughing.

“Poor, Ron,” Hermione said laughing.

Professor Snape watched as Ron Weasley raced out of the great hall. He was having a hard time holding back his grin when he heard the frightened shriek called out. Millicent Bulstrode would kill Weasley if he played any of his usual temper tampers with her. She was not one to put up with the shenanigans of anyone. He was almost entertained by this turn of events. He had watched Longbottom leave the room as well and wondered whom he had been matched with. He hadn’t muttered a word to anyone so everyone was now speculating.

His eyes drifted over to the Gryffindor table where a group of first year students all sat together. His eyes lingered for a moment on a blond haired witch with pointy glasses who quietly sat reading a book. Samantha Creevy was the younger sister of Colin and Dennis Creevy and his future bride. When he took the test before class and her name came up on his parchment he almost keeled over with heart failure. He never would have imagined that he would be matched, let alone with a child almost twenty-five years his junior. When she took her test and his name appeared on her parchment she looked up at him with startled eyes and he motioned for her not to say anything. When class was over he asked her to stay behind and they spoke for the first time.

She was an intelligent witch, much in the same league as Hermione Granger. She was quiet and studious and thankfully didn’t posess that know-it-all attitude that Granger did. He assumed that she was quiet and introverted due to the death of her brother during the war. They had agreed between them to keep their match a secret until she was older. The ministry had mandated that any pair matched where one party was under the age of sixteen would wait until they reached such age. Snape halfway hoped that the ministry would repel their new marriage act before that happened. She was only twelve now and a lot could happen in four years.

Suddenly Samantha looked up and locked eyes with Snape. They locked eyes for a moment and then they both flushed and looked away. Snape thought to himself, “She is not as unattractive as I had first thought.”

Harry found Neville in the Herbology green house. He was watering young mandrakes and lost in thought. Harry had to call his name several times before he noticed him standing there.

“Neville!” he finally shouted.

“Oh! Harry, sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Are you alright, Neville?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”

“Was it as bad as that?” he asked.

“Yeah, its bad.”

“Who is it?”

“Romilda Vane.”

Harry gasped. “I’m so sorry, Neville.” He tried hard to pretend that the annoying girl did not exist. It was thanks to her sneaky love potion filled chocolates that Ron ended up poisoned and in the infirmary during their sixth year.

“Yeah,” he said.

“It could have been worse, Ron was matched with Millicent Bulstrode.”

Neville cracked his first genuine smile. “Romilda is better looking, but I almost think that Millicent has a better personality,” he said shuddering.

“I guess it’s a toss up,” he said trying to be sympathetic but in reality thinking that both would be an awful match.

“So what do I do? Should I approach her? Wait for her to approach me?”

“You know, Neville, she’s one that you have to be careful how you deal with her. If you start off letting her have her way with you, she’ll control you the rest of your life. If you let her know from the beginning that you are not going to let her have the upper hand, you might have a chance of having a marriage on equal footing.”

“I’m not sure that I’m strong enough to stand up to her,” he said.

“You have always doubted yourself, Neville. You finally found your self-confidence during the last part of the war and during the final battle, don’t back track now. Find that brave man who fought and killed Nagini in the final battle. He’s still in you somewhere, and only you can bring him out again.”

“That was different, that was a matter of life or death,” he groaned.

Harry sighed in exasperation. “Isn’t this life or death? It’s the rest of your life, Neville, and if you allow her to make you miserable, you might as well be dead, because you’ll wish for it every day. Stand up to her and let her know that she can’t push you around.”

Neville was quiet for a moment as he poured water on his last plant. “You know what, Harry? You’re right! I don’t want to be married to someone like my Grandmother. I want to come home to someone who is kind and gentle, and if nothing else, someone who isn’t going to be a shrew and live their life to make me miserable. I’m going to find her and tell her exactly how it’s going to be!” he said firmly putting down his watering can and walking out the door.

Harry grinned at his retreating back. He hoped that when Neville actually found her he would stick to his plan. Neville was sometimes to easy going for his own good. He slowly started walking back towards the castle when he saw Pansy standing under a willow tree watching him. “Hi,” he said with a grin.

“Hi yourself,” she smiled back.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. “What are you doing out here?”

“I wanted to talk with you. I saw you go after Longbottom and figured he might come out here. Everyone knows he’s crazy about Herbology.”

“That he is,” Harry smiled.

“So your best friend and my best friend have been matched.”

Harry nodded. “Weird isn’t it? First you and I, and then Hermione and Draco, and now Ron and Millicent.”

“Millie and I were talking and we were wondering if you and Ron would mind having a double wedding ceremony. She’s my best friend, and he’s yours so it makes sense.”

Harry thought for a moment. “I’m alright with it if you guys are. You might have a problem with Ron though. He’ll likely drag his feet to the very end where she’ll have to drag him kicking and screaming to the altar.”

Pansy smiled. “Millie’s really not that bad.”

“Tell her not to take it personal, he’d do it with anyone he was matched to.”

“Perhaps we will have to move things along the Slytherin way,” she said thoughtfully.

“Pansy,” Harry started.

“Relax, love, we won’t do anything to hurt him.”

Harry shook his head. “Just don’t tell me anything about what you have planned. That way when it all blows up in the end I can honestly say I knew nothing about it.”

Pansy laughed and said, “Deal!”

Harry decided that he liked the sound of her voice. It was like a tinkling of a bell and really quite soothing. “You look beautiful today,” he whispered as he lightly kissed her lips.

“Really?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Harry, you don’t think that I was to forward in the Astronomy tower do you?” she asked nervously.

Harry grinned. “I don’t care if you were forward, I loved every minute of it. Please feel free to attack me again.”

“You know that I’m not a virgin, right?”

Harry pulled her closer again and said, “What you did before you were matched with me is not my concern. From that moment on is. I know that you have a past, but that is what it is, a past. It will stay there and we shall start again with a clean slate. Pansy, I wanted to talk to you about this. I want to add something to our ceremony.”

She tried to fight back the tears at his words and squeaked, “What do you want to add?”

“I would like to add a fidelity charm to our vows. I believe that when you marry it is forever and that we should always remain true to each other.”

Pansy was speechless. She never would have expected this from him. Most men were anxious to marry and then do what they want when their wife wasn’t looking. Here Harry was asking that they vow to be faithful to each other. She always assumed when her husband’s eye started roaming so would hers and she would have many lovers in her lifetime. “Wow, that is unexpected.”

“I don’t believe that it is an unreasonable request,” he said harshly misunderstanding her reaction.

“No, please don’t be angry with me. I would love to share this vow with you. I just never expected you to bring it up.”

Harry visibly relaxed. “Good. Shall we take a walk around the lake? I bet that there are so nice spots that would provide some privacy,” he said wolfishly.

“Harry!” she laughed softly swatting his arm.

“You love it, and you know it!”

“I shall prove to you how much I love it!” she said seductively rubbing her body over his.

“Mum! Would you calm down!” Ginny yelled at her mother. They were supposed to be filling out invitations for the wedding. She had finally decided to sign the marriage contract after she modified it saying that the Zabini family and the Weasley family would have joint custody of any children that she and Blaise had.

“I can’t help it! So many weddings! First I am planning yours’ and then Fred and Angelina run off and elope. Now Ron is matched with Millicent Bulstrode, George with Luna Lovegood, and Percy with Celestina Warbeck. I can’t believe that Percy is going to marry a musician!” she cried. “How can Percy have a good marriage with a musician? He is so serious, and she is so…NOT!”

“Wait a minute, back up. Did you just say that Luna was going to marry George?” Ginny asked in shock.

“Yes. That’s another crazy match, but she is so out there that she probably won’t even notice how strange George is!”

“Mum, Luna is one of the smartest witches I know! She might come across as dingy and out there, but she is really very sharp. Look at everything that she did to help Mr. Ollivander and then when they were free all that she did to help Harry! She played a huge part in the final battle!”

Molly just shook her head. “I can’t see how these marriages are going to last! You at least were matched by old magic. You wouldn’t have been paired with Blaise if it wasn’t a good match. Fred and Angelina have been dating for years so you know that they at least like each other, but what of the rest of my boys?”

Ginny just snorted. “I think that they can all take care of themselves,” Ginny said in disgust. As far as she was concerned her mother spend way too much time living the lives of her children.

“What about poor Ron? Millicent Bulstrode? That girl will sit on him and squash him flat as a pancake! She’s twice his size!”

“Mum, some men happen to find larger girls attractive.”

This time Molly snorted. “Not Ron,” she said with a tone of disgust. “He wouldn’t be happy with anyone who won’t continue to baby him and cater to all his needs. He also wants his witch to come wrapped in a nice little package like Fleur.”

Ginny laughed at this. “He can wish for someone like Fleur for the rest of his life, but lets face it, Mum, Ron’s a bit of a prat. No witch in her right mind with any sort of choice elsewhere would choose Ron.”

“Ginny Weasley! He is your brother! Where is your loyalty?”

“Exactly Mum! Loyalty is the one thing that Ron is seriously lacking. He leaps before he thinks and accuses before he has any facts. Then when it’s apparent that he has royally screwed up then he comes crying back hoping for forgiveness. It’s a wonder that Harry hasn’t banished him from his side years ago.”

Molly didn’t say anything, just continued pacing the room pretending she didn’t just hear what her daughter said. Ginny sighed and went back to addressing invitations.

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