A Hogwarts Christmas Sex Adventure
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,608
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Hogwarts Christmas Sex Adventure
A/N: Damn it. I said I wouldn’t write any more Harry til I finished my other fics. (See my profile for details) but here I am, with an idea that won’t go away and a series of set pieces that I hope to use.
Please do not expect quick updates, I have the ideas sketched out, but uni work must take priority, I will try to be quick, but please don’t get upset if I don’t have an update up everytime you check. I’m also moving house at the moment, so as you can imagine everything is up in the air! I will try!
And so onto the prologue…
Daya.
A Hogwarts Sex Adventure: The Prologue.
Twas the night before Christmas…
No, actually it wasn’t.
Dear reader, you join us at Hogwarts School (present headmaster Albus Dumbledore, usually by the skin of his teeth) on Christmas morning. This is a time for celebration, a time to give thanks for everything we are grateful for in the world, a time to be with loved ones and friends and a time for opening presents.
(In my world it’s also a time for waking up early in the mng tng to disgusting squelching noises as your mother attacks the turkey with a saw having bought it too big for oven for yet another year… but I digress.)
This was not the case for the majority of the residents who had elected to remain at the school over the Christmas period. Most of them were waking up with very sore heads, and in places they would never imagine themselves waking up in. This was greeted with some confusion, and some sheer panic.
Some were stunned.
Some were shocked.
A few were repulsed, but not for long.
A few were downright grateful.
Some were discovering muscles they didn’t even know they had were aching.
So let us meander through these corridors, and discover those that are waking, and partake in their ritual humiliation (sadistic, moi?). As we scan the ground, our interest falls upon a certain room, let us take a closer look, as the occupants will shortly be waking.
Two tousled heads share the same pillow, with no recollection of actually clambering into bed - we’ll call it a stroke of luck for now. They can certainly remember other events of the evening, in fact, if we were to slip inside their subconscious minds, we would discover they are both dreaming these events on continuous replay.
Ah. It seems before we have a chance to peruse their surroundings, and discover who these two dreamers are, it seems they are stirring. Perhaps our presence has disturbed them, or it is merely the strength of their desire that wakes them now? Whatever it is, we must step back, and let them wake in their own time.
A sleepy hand reaches to push tousled hair from their face. Eyes blink in the sudden light of day. A sleepy voice protests at the earliness of the hour and then attempts to wriggle under the duvet once more.
And then there is a moment of tension worthy of Sophocles.
One pair of eyes meets the other. There is another pause as they assess each other, and their current location, which suggestions only one thing.
The two voices exclaim at once.
‘You!’
Please do not expect quick updates, I have the ideas sketched out, but uni work must take priority, I will try to be quick, but please don’t get upset if I don’t have an update up everytime you check. I’m also moving house at the moment, so as you can imagine everything is up in the air! I will try!
And so onto the prologue…
Daya.
A Hogwarts Sex Adventure: The Prologue.
Twas the night before Christmas…
No, actually it wasn’t.
Dear reader, you join us at Hogwarts School (present headmaster Albus Dumbledore, usually by the skin of his teeth) on Christmas morning. This is a time for celebration, a time to give thanks for everything we are grateful for in the world, a time to be with loved ones and friends and a time for opening presents.
(In my world it’s also a time for waking up early in the mng tng to disgusting squelching noises as your mother attacks the turkey with a saw having bought it too big for oven for yet another year… but I digress.)
This was not the case for the majority of the residents who had elected to remain at the school over the Christmas period. Most of them were waking up with very sore heads, and in places they would never imagine themselves waking up in. This was greeted with some confusion, and some sheer panic.
Some were stunned.
Some were shocked.
A few were repulsed, but not for long.
A few were downright grateful.
Some were discovering muscles they didn’t even know they had were aching.
So let us meander through these corridors, and discover those that are waking, and partake in their ritual humiliation (sadistic, moi?). As we scan the ground, our interest falls upon a certain room, let us take a closer look, as the occupants will shortly be waking.
Two tousled heads share the same pillow, with no recollection of actually clambering into bed - we’ll call it a stroke of luck for now. They can certainly remember other events of the evening, in fact, if we were to slip inside their subconscious minds, we would discover they are both dreaming these events on continuous replay.
Ah. It seems before we have a chance to peruse their surroundings, and discover who these two dreamers are, it seems they are stirring. Perhaps our presence has disturbed them, or it is merely the strength of their desire that wakes them now? Whatever it is, we must step back, and let them wake in their own time.
A sleepy hand reaches to push tousled hair from their face. Eyes blink in the sudden light of day. A sleepy voice protests at the earliness of the hour and then attempts to wriggle under the duvet once more.
And then there is a moment of tension worthy of Sophocles.
One pair of eyes meets the other. There is another pause as they assess each other, and their current location, which suggestions only one thing.
The two voices exclaim at once.
‘You!’