They\'re Too Tight

They\'re Too Tight:

An Owners Guide to
Hermione\'s New Leather Pants
by
Heather Sinclair
Heather@buffysboudoir.com


Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix

Pairings: H/Hr

Rating: NC-17 No person under the age of 17 is permitted to read this story.
This story is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore is unsuitable for minors under 17. This story has no redeeming social value and thinking such will lead to severe disappointment. This story contains one or more of the following: explicit detailed sexual activity, or
crude indecent language.

Disclaimer: This story, and any content relating to the Harry Potter franchise is not authorized by J.K. Rowling, or Scholastic Press. I own my computer ... Can I have Harry and Hermione instead?

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Author\'s note:

This is something I couldn\'t get out of my head after reading a post in the Room of Requirement (A new adults only section forum at Portkey) If you\'re too youngviewview the section you are out of luck. The quote was something like this. \"I can\'t get the thought of Hermione\'s tight little ( l ) squeezed in a pair of leather pants.\" or something to that effect. So blame the person who said that. It\'s a one shot quickie. No sequels.


Chapter One
He\'s Blind, Mother


The last rays of sunlight sifted through the bay window of Hermione Granger\'s bedroom. Her reading nook, as her father called it, was her last refuge of childhood long spent. A place where she was alone with her thoughts and her escape from the life that was rapidly becoming mundane. Her nineteenth birthday was swiftly approaching and the events of her teenage years becoming but a fleeting memory.

Each day she lingered in her room awaiting a visitor that never came: a Snowy-white owl bearing a note from her closest friend and ever-clueless young man known to the wizarding world as the boy-who-could-not-die. To his close friends he was known simply as Harry Potter. To her he was simply, Harry.

The first visages of night blanketed her window when she heard the soft knocking on her bedroom door.

\"Hermione, dear, are you coming to dinner?\" her mother called from behind the last barrier to her self-imposed solitude.

Her eyes never left the purple and red hues of the dark twilight sky. \"No, thank you, Mother. I\'m not hungry.\"

The doorknob twisted and Hermione\'s privacy was broken for the evening. Joyce Granger entered the bedroom with a look of understanding and pity for her only daughter.

\"He still hasn\'t sent word?\" her mother asked.

Hermione\'s head swiveled in confusion. \"Word? Who, Mother?\"

Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes. \"Don\'t give me that \'who, mother\' that you have been so fond of as of late, young lady. You and I are speaking of Harry Potter.\"

Hermione sighed and looked down at the open and unread book in her lap. \"I\'ve become a sorry sight, haven\'t I?\"

Her mother crossed the room and pulled out the desk chair beside the bay window. and sat before proceeding. \"A sorry sight? No, I think not. A young woman hopelessly in love with her best friend who hasn\'t quite noticed, I think that would be a better description.\"

Indignation covered Hermione\'s features as she raised her head in response. \"Hasn\'t quite noticed? He\'s utterly blind, Mother!\"

A smile crept up on Mrs. Granger\'s face. \"There\'s the daughter your father and I raised. I was wondering where she was hiding.\"

Hermione frowned and her eyebrows furrowed. \"What\'s that supposed to mean?\"

\"It means that you have holed yourself in your ivory tower and you await your knight in shining armor to come rescue you.\"

\"Mother, I\'m almost nineteen years old.\" Hermione said rather stuffily. \"I\'ve graduated Hogwarts at the top of my class and distinguished myself with honors. I\'ve faced down Death Eaters and battled briefly with Voldemort himself. I do not need a knight in shining anything to come save me in my ivory tower.\"

Her mother crossed her hands lightly in her lap. \"Hermione, I love you, but sometimes you can be the most stubborn girl. I blame your father. It\'s the only place you could have inherited that most annoying trait.\"

She couldn\'t believe what she was hearing. \"Pardon?\"

\"Stubborn.\" After a moment she explained further. \"Single-minded, unbending, an inability to consider alternative opinions or options.\"

Hermione\'s eyes narrowed. \"Mother, I know what the word, stubborn, means. I fail to see what it has to do with me.\"

Her mother thought of an another way of explaining. \"There is more than one way to achieve your desires.\"

In a perfect mirror to her mother, only moments earlier, Hermione rolled her eyes. \"I know that, Mother.\" She paused in frustration. \"I ... I just don\'t want to lose Harry\'s friendship. I don\'t want him thinking me a silly schoolgirl with an equally silly schoolgirl crush.\"

Joyce Granger stood abruptly. \"Then your answer is before you: quit being a silly schoolgirl and show him the beautiful woman that you\'ve become.\"




Chapter Two

I Feel Ridiculous


Three days later:
\"This is too much, Mother.\"

Joyce Granger stood behind her daughter, arranging her hair after applying liberal amounts of Sleekeasy\'s Hair Potion. \"Listen to your mother, dear. I am much older than you and I know what to do to get a man to notice me in certain ways.\" She smiled to herself. \"This is how I woke your father up.\"

Hermione\'s eyes snapped up to her mother\'s, reflected in the mirror. \"Father?\"

Joyce nodded. \"He was about as blind as your Harry.\" A wry smile played on her lips. \"Until I wore something like this to his one of his football games.\" She sighed in remembrance. \"He was putty in my hands afterwards.\"

Hermione smiled and laughed, thinking about Harry being putty in her own hands before her mother interrupted with more words of wisdom.

\"This outfit will open his eyes along with a few doors in his head.\"

\"What do you mean?\" Hermione asked.

Joyce arched an eyebrow. \"Do we need to have another talk about boys, Hermione?\"

Her eyes widened at the thought of their first talk. \"Oh ... those doors.\"

Joyce nodded. \"You are old enough to make your own decisions about whom to take into your bed ...\"

\"Mother!\"

\"Really, Hermione. I\'m surprised you\'ve waited this long. Proud, but still surprised.\"

Hermione was about to cover her face in embarrassment but her mother stopped her. \"Don\'t ... you\'ll destroy your make-up.\"

She had to get her mind on something else other than sex, but it was becoming very difficult with the outfit she was wearing.

\"What if he doesn\'t show up tonight?\"

Joyce shook her head for the hundredth time at that particular question. \"You\'ve told your friends Ron, Luna and Ginny to make sure he\'s there, haven\'t you?\"

Hermione nodded.

\"Then quit asking questions that you already know the answer to. He\'ll be there.\" She paused. \"He\'ll see it in your face if you aren\'t confident, Hermione. You have to make him believe. Even if it is a bit out of character for you.\"

Hermione groaned.

\nk onk of it as a fantasy. You\'re another person tonight; someone sure of her sexuality and her body.\"

Hermione closed her eyes. \"The only thing I\'m sure of is that I feel unreservedly ridiculous.\"

Joyce smiled. \"I know, dear. But you look fabulous.\"

~*~

\"Ron, I really don\'t feel up to it tonight.\"

Ginny smacked him on the shoulder. \"Harry, you\'re going to the club with us tonight, and if you don\'t then Luna and I will sit here and annoy you all night until you give in.\"

Luna smiled dreamily. \"Harry, did I tell you my father found a new species cross of a Flobberworm and a Wyvern. Quite an ill tempered creature ...\"

Ron gave him a violent headshake behind Luna\'s back as if to say \'please, for the love of Merlin, don\'t ask, just agree to go to the club.\'

\"Fine, let me go get dressed,\" Harry said in resignation.

~*~

The lights were too glittery, the smoke too thick, the music much too loud. All in all Harry was miserable and really didn\'t want to be the fifth wheel in the opening night of The Grind, a new dance club located in London\'s Lower West End.

Ginny had wound up meeting her newest boy toy, Ron and Luna were all over each other and Harry had been the one sitting by himself at their table with a drink in one hand and his head propped up on the other in boredom.

One song melded with the other as Ron and Ginny finally found their way back to the table in sweaty reverie.

\"You\'ve got to find yourself a girl, mate.\" Ron yelled over the hard beat of the music.

Harry raised his eyebrows in response. \"Not really in the girl finding mood, Ron.\"

Luna offered her best idea. \"Maybe a nice guy then?\"

Ron laughed. \"Yeah we saw this nice guy at the bar. All latex and a dog collar to boot.\"

Ginny came bounding up to the table with a really excited look on her face. \"I\'ve found her for you Harry!\"

\"What?\"

\"The perfect girl for you,\" she yelled back. Her eyes were bright and she was all teeth in enthusiasm. \"Look.\"

Ginny pointed to the other side of the bar and Harry looked over. \"Who?\" Gin Ginny closed and pointed her choice out. \"The one in black.\"

Harry focused and found the girl she had chose to be his. Her back was to him and his eyes dropped to the floor and slowly up. She was wearing open-toed high heels and leather pants that were so incredibly tight that they had to be cutting off any circulation that might have been running down her long trim legs.

The pants ended just above the swell of her rounded and firm buttocks and all that there was left was the tan skin that covered her very trimst. st. Then it started all over again with a leather bustier, if it could even be called that. It was more like two strips of leather on either side of her back connected by a crisscross of string that pulled it tight across her back. By the slight turn of her body he could tell that she was obviously well endowed in the breast region, and the pressure of the bustier was pushing her well tanned breasts up and almost out of the top.

Her hair hung in chestnut curls down between her shoulder blades. He could see her throwing her head back with laughter at something the girl next to her said, but he still could not get a good glimpse of her face.

He turned back to the gang and saw the look on Ron\'s face. With a quick jab to the ribs he broke Ron out of his daze before Luna noticed.

\"She\'s out of my league.\"

\"Balls!\" Ginny exclaimed. \"How do you know unless you\'ve tried?\"

\"Yeah, mate. How do you know? I ... uh ... have a feeling about this one.\"

\"Really, Harry, you must try at least once,\" Luna added.

Harry raised his hands in defeat. \"Fine. If I try this once will you all stop trying to fix me up?\"

Ron nodded immediately. Ginny smiled brightly in agreement. Luna\'s response was to drag Ron back out onto the dance floor.

Harry stood and straightened out his Royal Blue microfiber shirt and smoothed out his black slacks. After a couple of steps he rubbed the tops of his shoes on the back of his legs in succession to buff them up a bit.

\"Just breathe Harry,\" he told himself. \"You\'ll ask her to dance and she\'ll turn you down. Then it will be over. You won\'t have to suffer the blind set-ups anymore.\"
nea neared to within a foot or so. At this range he could see the details of her skin and the flawless curve of her body underneath the constricting material. He didn\'t even have to have an imagination to tell what she looked like underneath. It was all on show for anyone that wanted to see for themselves.

\"Erm ...\" he stared, and then a little louder. \"Want to dance?\"

The firm and tanned goddess turned with a dazzling smile on her face. \"Harry?!\"

\"Hermione?\"
e bre breath in Harry\'s chest escaped in a rush as his eyes locked on his childhood friend.

\"Harry, what are you doing here?\" she said with a touch of shock in her voice.

\"M ... me? What are you doing her ... dressed like ... um ...\" his eyes trailed down and met the swell of her half of her bosom. \"Dressed ... um ...\"

The front of Hermione\'s bustier matched the back, being separated by the crisscross of string, exposing a massive amount of cleavage and the insides of her shaded tight skin.

\"They\'re called breasts, Harry. And I\'m here to dance. It\'s a new club, you know.\"

He was thankful for the dim light as his face was flushing red even as he tried to think of something to say. \"I ... um ...\"

She closed in on him. \"Oh, damn. You\'ve turned into Ron, haven\'t you.\"

He tried in vain to look somewhere else other than her chest and found her darkened eyes made up dramatically, making them seem bigger and more alluring. Her lips pursed, pushing forward with a scarlet shade. Even they seemed to be larger, fuller, moister than he had ever seen them before.

\"What?\"

\"You\'re the one who asked me to dance, Harry,\" she smirked. \"Are we going to stand here or ...\"

Dancing was the last thing on his mind as he grabbed her by the wrist and led her out the front of the club. They made it around the front and into a relatively deserted alleyway.

\"Harry, slow down. I can\'t move that fast in these heels.\"

He stopped and turned around, eyes blazing. \"Hermione, what do you mean by going around dressed like this?\"

For the first time he saw something in her eyes that he had never seen before ... shame. But it was only for a moment. Then they turned hard.

\"It was good enough for you to ask me to dance before you knew it was me,\" she shot back. \"It\'s okay for my best friend to dance with a tart but not good enough for me to dress this way?\"

His lips thinned. \"I didn\'t call you a tart.\"

She shook her head. \"No, your eyes did.\" Hermione paused and then grabbed her breasts through the firm leather. \"Here\'s a newsflash for you, Harry. I\'m a girl. I\'m a not the eleven year old know-it-all that you met back on the Express.\"

Harry turned away in frustration, but she pressed on. \"I have needs Harry, and they aren\'t being met by the person I like so I\'m moving on.\"

He turned back with confusion on his face. \"Who ... who\'s making you dress like this?\"

She almost laughed. \"Nobody is making me. My mother and I chose this outfit for tonight.\"

\"Your mother?\"

She cocked her head and smiled in sweetisfaisfaction. \"I\'m tired of waiting, Harry. I\'m tired of waiting for the perfect man to wake up and see I\'m right in front of him. So I\'m taking matters in my own hands.\"

He looked like he was mulling it over.

\"You don\'t like the way I look?\" she asked.

He watched as her hands trailed down across her bared midriff and over her hips, coming up her back, pushing out her assets even more.

\"I ... erm ... that is ...\"

Hermione smiled crookedly. \"I thought so.\" She moved forward a step. \"And how do you feel when you look at me dressed like this.\"

Harry\'s heated face seemed to cool suddenly as all of the blood in his body moved somewhere else. \"Well ...\"

\"I thought so,\" she said smugly. \"Well, I want you to understand something, Mr. Harry Potter. That\'s exactly what I feel like every time I look at you.\"

Hermione spun on her heel and looked around before Disapparating.

Chapter Three

It\'s Stuck


A loud crack issued forth just inside the front door at the Granger home when Hermione Appad ind in the dimly lit foyer. She looked back and forth for her mother but came up empty before remembering that her parents would be out at a fundraiser for homeless animals for the evening. It would be late at night or possibly the next morning before she could scold her mother and then fall into her arms in defeat and tears.

Before she had made it upstairs to her room she heard a loud crack that signaled a wizard Apparating outside her home, most likely her now estranged love, Harry Potter.

A sharp knocking sounded at the front door and the bell was rung several times before she yelled, \"Go away, Harry.\"

\"Hermione, I\'m sorry,\" replied his voice, muffled by the thick door. \"Open the dooreaseease.\"

She turned back and tried to stomp upstairs, or as much as an angry girl can stomp in high heels and leather pants. Harry didn\'t let it stop him and with a well chosen magical Unlocking Charm he entered the Granger home.

He raced upstairs and found her closed and locked bedroom door.

\"Hermione, come on. Let me apologize.\"

She stood, leaning against the door. \"I\'m calling the police, Harry, and I\'ll be owling the Ministry to report that a mad wizard has broke into my house.\"

\"Go ahead,\" replied Harry. \"They\'ll have to drag me away unless you open the door.\" He paused. \"And by the way, you don\'t have an owl, so that post might take a while.\"

Hermione screwed up her face. \"Mind if I borrow Hedwig?\"

Harry laughed which seemed to lighten the mood a little. \"Sure, but I can\'t slip her under the door, so you\'ll have to open up.\"

She sighed. \"Alright, but I need to change first.\"

\"No!\" Harry called out, almost a little too strongly.

Hermione\'s brow furrowed and she swung open the door only to have Harry fall to the floor at her feet for leaning to hard. She looked down at him and placed her hands on her hips.

\"Well?\"

Harry started to scramble up only to have her hold her hand out.

\"I think I like you better down there.\"

He was on his knees in front of her; his eyes even with her bare midriff. \"I ... I\'m sorry.\"

\"That\'s it?\"

He started to look down but thought better of that considering her leather clad legs were only inches in front of him, and closed his eyes instead.

\"I\'m a jerk, a prat, a fool ...\"

\"And?\" she insisted.

\"And ... um ... you were right. I had no right telling you how to dress when I was stupid enough to not see you right in front of my face all of these years.\"

\"And?\"

\"Erm ... well, uh ... I deserve everything you said and did tonight. I should have just told you that you were beautiful and asked to you dance, and shut my bloody gob.\"

Hermione froze in place and her scarlet lips separated slightly in shock. Harry thought he had said something else wrong and he mentally kicked himself again.

\"I\'m sorry, for whatever I just said. I\'m trying .. really.\"

Hermione held out her hand and he took it, standing slowly. When he was at his full height she looked into his eyes, almost even with her own.

\"You think I\'m beautiful?\" she whispered.

Harry\'s lips cracked into a small smile. \"Well, yeah. Are you joking? I mean look at you.\" He tried to think of something to keep her looking like this; an expectant grin on her face. \"The reason I wanted to get you out of that club so fast was that I thought every guy in the place was going to ... well you know.\"

She shook her head and whispered once more, \"No, what?\"

He closed his eyes once more. \"I know what I wanted to do to you when I approached you from behind ... and I thought every guy in the club wanted to do the same thing.\"

Hermione\'s smile turned sideways and she blushed slightly. \"What exactly did you want to do to me, Harry?\"

He felt his face go clammy at how truthful he had been so far and didn\'t know if he could continue. Hermione saw the trepidation in his face and held up her finger. She crossed the bedroom throwing a little extra swing in her hips knowing that Harry was watching her every move. Turning the radio on she found a channel that was as close as she was going to get to the music at the club

She continued by raising her wand and dimming the lights and changing the color from white to red mimicking the club as best she could. Lastly she turned the volume up and set her wand on her desk, striking a pose similar to the one she had at the bar.

Hermione turned her head back to Harry. \"Show me exactly what you were going to do.\"

\"Hermione ...\"

She held up a single finger to her shining crimson lips. \"Shh, remember ... exactly what you were thinking.\"

Harry swallowed and approached her at the same angle he remembered from earlier. He thought back to the feeling he had as he looked from her high heels and the way the leather wrapped every curve of her body. He remembered wanting to see if the bare skin at her waist felt as smooth as it looked, and he pushed forward.

His hands lightly touched at the narrowing at her waist and moved forward to the front of her stomach feeling the firm muscles underneath quiver at his touch. Before he knew it his hands had traveled upward and his body was pressed strong and steady against her backside. His hands slid over the soft leather encasing her breasts and he could have sworn he heard he moan, but the sound was gone before he could hear anymore.

The tight encasement of her hard buttocks pushed back against him. With the added height of her heels his hardness was wedged between the her cheeks and it was his turn to moan. In response his hands squeezed the full mounds of soft and compressed breasts held prisoner by the intricate bustier.

Before he realized it her hands had moved down and behind him in an amazing feat of dexterity and squeezed his own cheeks, pulling him in even tighter so that she could feel his excitt prt press into her, progressively harder and harder.

Her hands released him and slid around, grasping his hard shaft firmly through his thin slacks. Harry felt like if she didn\'t stop he was going to explode right then and there. He stopped kneading her breasts and let his hands trail lowerck tck to warm and bare flesh, letting his body drop slowly.

He took off his glasses and tossed them to the desk, rubbing his face along her back until flesh met flesh. His tongue darted out tasting her lower back. This time he was certain he heard her gasp at the sensation of his tongue trailing down her spine.

Hermione\'s body was heating up with something that she had only felt inklings of before, tastes of self-pleasure over the years could not compare to the fullness of what she was experiencing now that she had her fantasy man teasing her from behind while she stood before him in an equally fantasy-like outfit.

He turned her around and she complied. His tongue traveled over her every curve and to her great discontent he stopped. She almost cried out, but his voice prevented any noise from her mouth.

\"Hermione, I need to taste all of you. Can I take off your pants?\"

She looked down at him through glazed eyes and only had the sense enough to nod. She watched him smile and then followed hisds ads as he unsnapped and unzipped her leather pants. Worry filled her head as she remembered that it took her five minutes to put on the pants properly and that was after thorough instruction from the salesperson at the store. Harry didn\'t have a chance in hell of taking them off any time soon, they\'re too tight.

The exasperation that she was encountering was about to make her burst in eager anticipation. \'They\'re stuck,\' she thought. However, after a quick jerk by his hands she felt cool air cascade over bare skin that was once sheathed by succulent leather. Seconds later his mouth was somewhere that no mouth had ever been.

Her desk was behind her suddenly for Harry was pushing her onto it as he slipped one shoe off and then the other followed by the progressive removal of the pants from each of her legs. Apparently Harry had been hiding a bit of his past, specifically his sexual past; if he was a virgin she was Minerva McGonagall.

Finally freed from the leather he replaced her heels and set into her nether regions with renewed fervor. He placed each of her legs over his shoulders and lifted her up onto the desk to let her lay back and enjoy the pleasure he was giving her.

The randomness of his lapping and exploring turned rhythmic, and with rhythm came the building of more heat and even more pressure. It was like climbing a long staircase, seeing the top and knowing it was there. If only she could reach it.

Hermione grasped at anything she could find in order to brace herself on what she knew was going to be the best orgasm she had ever felt. Harry\'s glasses fell to the floor along with sheets of parchment, quills, an inkwell, Crookshanks\' kitty treats, an old copy of the Daily Prophet featuring a picture of Harry on the front page, and lastly her wand, for she had found something else to grasp.

Thick curls of his hair sifted through her fingers as she held on through the first waves of her orgasm. Her breathing stopped and she let out a moaning scream that broke the volume of the music pumping away into her soul.

The second wave hit her as she took in another breath and screamed long and hard. Her grip on his hair loosened and he rose up swiftly away from her core only to find him naked from the waist down. The only thing she could think of to say was, \"Yes ... now!\"

He found her center and plunged into in one long and smooth sliding motion, breaking through her hymen with a sharp pain that only merged with the third wave of her climax.

Hermione\'s breath was taken away as she felt him fill every millim of of her core and bump ever so slightly against her cervix. She felt the tendons in her neck flex and blood build up in her face at the extreme pressure of it all. Her legs were still hanging on his shoulders, but at a different angle now.

Harry\'s hands grasped just above her knees for a steadying grip and her ankles were on either side of his head, allowing him room to completely fill her.

Finally she could breathe.

Her breath came in ragged gasps followed after with grunts of satisfaction and desire for more. She could no more utter a complete sentence than to deny that this was by far the greatest moment of her entire life.

But she was wrong, and she knew it the moment he started to withdraw slowly and deliberately. Emptiness encompassed her only to be cast away as he slid back in her smooth tightness.

\"It\'s ...\" she exhaled. \"Too ...\" after inhaling once more. \"Tiiiiighhhht,\" she screamed as another round of a more intense orgasm hit her. Waves of warmth erupted from her center and spread throughout her body. Her vision darkened and she saw stars.

Somewhere deep in her logical mind she knew she was becoming lightheaded and was in danger of passing out, but she didn\'t care in the slightest if it felt this good.

Harry grunted loudly and forced his way back in, roughly.

She watched as his body tightened and relief washed over his face. A second later she could fill him empty himself deep within.

With his release his grip ease and her legs were allowed to drop to his sides. Hermione took advantage of the dazed look on his face and locked her legs behind his waist, keeping him secure inside as she sat up and wrapped her arms around him.

\"I love you, Harry Potter.\"

He smiled briefly and responded in kind. \"I love you too.\"

His smiled was returned. \"Good, because I have a feeling I\'m going to be very sore tomorrow morning and you haven\'t unwrapped the rest of your present.

Harry looked down at her leather bustier with her breasts flowing over the restraints. Finding the tie at the bottom he quickly tugged and the material came undone. Hermione sighed in relief.

\"Can we do that all over again?\" she asked.

Harry fingers worked the lace loose and pulled the bustier off to the floor with the pants. He leaned down to kiss her as his palms brushed over her hardened nipples.

\"Forever, my love.\"

End