What Lavender Saw

Title: What Lavender Saw
Author: Lunablue
Email: deadredsocks@yahoo.com
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Pairing: Hermione/Ses
Rs
Rating: NC17
Categories: PWP
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the plot.
Location and characters belong to J. K. Rowling and associated press.
Summary: On the way back from a midnight tryst Lavender,
Gryffindors most infamous gossip, finds out about one of Hermione’s favorite, secret, extracurricular activities.


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Lavender was the first to know.
Lavender with her fake eyelashes and pink, snapping bubble gum,
Lavender with her quick tosip sip tongue and even quicker to spread legs.


Lavender who saw everything while sneaking back from a late night rendezvous
with one of her many nameless paramours.


Lavender who saw how Hermione’s long tanned leg wrapped around a lean waist
and her dainty ankle pressed against pale ass, pulling the unknown man deeper
while the other leg pressed against his side, her red toe nails curling and uncurling
around the white cotton sheets.


Saw long artistic fingers tangle in honey locks and glossy nails danced over a
smooth back.


Heard the rhythmic thumping of the four-post bed beat in time to Hermione’s
quiet moans and strangled gasps.


Heard the nameless mans hushed cries as he slowly, steadily, slid in and out
of her soft skin and hot sticky heat.


Saw round breasts with hard, cherry tipped nipples arching up to rub against
a well-toned chest, slick with perspiration.


Lavender who watched as one of his hands traveled down between their waists,
dng ing into wet curls, making Hermione bite her bottom lip to stifle a sudden
scres ros round hips lost rhythm for a moment to jerk shakily.


Lavender who heard the throaty chuckle of a man who’s * good * in bed
and knows it, followed by two simple words.


“Beg me.”


Lavender who heard her proud, self-composed friend plead with words made
practically incomprehensible by lust and destiontion while the man continued
to deny her with his tediously, torturously slow tempo.


“Oh . . . god, pl-ease . . .. now. . . ..Severus . . .. faster. . ..”


Lavender who watched as her dorm mate of 7 years flipped their Potions Master
on his back in a sudden shift of tangled limbs and contrasting skin.


Saw black hair draped across white cotton and masculine feet hang off the edge
of the bed.


Saw nails scrape down his chest as hips grated together and Hermione started a
new beat, hard and fast, leaving the Slytherin whispering her name harshly,
over and over like a mantra.


Watched as large hands reached up to palm her breasts, letting them smack against
his hands as she repeatedly slammed down on his cock. Occasionally reaching out
with a thumb and finger to twist or flick a nipple.


Saw Hermione start to lose control, her thrusts becoming sporadic as she began to
convulse around his still aching member. Saw harsh, jutting hips keep forcing his
phallus up and insider her while she sat there, shaking, head thrown back and eyes
wide, her cherry lips open in a silent, strangled O of erotic pleasure.


Watched breasts thrust to the sky and her spine arch as his wicked fingers played
with her clit, continuing to string out her orgasm while he continued to slam insider
her trembling, slick folds.


Watched as he suddenly grabbed her by the hips and startevingving her up and
down his cock himself while she lay there in his arms with limbs loose, like a broken dolls,
arms dangling and head still thrown back, long curly hair practically caressing
the bead spread.


Watched as his own spine arched and eyes rolled back in their sockets.


Heard a strangled cry steal from his lips before he collapsed back onto the bed,
a worn out Hermione falling limply on top of him, still trembling from the aftershocks
of her orgasm


Lavender who ran off to Seamus Finnigan’s bed, intent on relieving her own ache.


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Author’s Notes:
Well, there I go, my first PWP with absolutely, %100 no plot.
I’m so proud of myself.