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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,596
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Wildfire
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor anytihng related to the trademark, or the trademarks roots or affiliates or whatever.
You Two Should Behave
The slow sputter of Mr. Granger's car started and it left the driveway, as Mr. Granger waved at his daughter through the window. Hermione wasn't little in any way, though, she was fifteen years-old, and her body was starting to gain more curves than straight lines.
"So, what're we going to do today?", asked a boy with black messy hair from behind her.
This was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, his raging hair only matched by his raging hormones.
"We could play a game.", said Hermione from the window, her breathing fogging the window.
Harry stood next to her and pulled the curtains together, then holding her hand and said, "Or we could just give in. You know you can't stand it Hermione."
She pulled away and sat on a chair far from Harry.
"We-we-we're too young. I'm too young. What if something goes wrong?"
"Nothing will go wrong. Not if you can cast the spell correctly."
"But I-Oh, Harry-But..."
Her excuses ran short as he ran his hand up her skirt, slowly warming her cold legs. She gasped as his hand brushed over her pink panties and sweat started beading on her brow.
"We both know we can't keep hiding this from each other...so don't."
With those last words, he slowly crept his hand down her panties, brushing through her unshaven area and entered her with two fingers. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. He started slowly, pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her hands clenched the seat. He started going faster, trying so hard to give Hermione something she never received. She let out a small whimper as her legs started to lose strength. He held her as he went deeper and deeper. She arched her back and let out a small cry, as her juices started spilling out of her, tsaining her dress.
"Harry! No...no...I need to be alone...I-I-Yes, alone."
And she vanished into her room, and Harry heard the distinct sound of muffled crying.
A/N: Reviews, reviews, reviews...please?
You Two Should Behave
The slow sputter of Mr. Granger's car started and it left the driveway, as Mr. Granger waved at his daughter through the window. Hermione wasn't little in any way, though, she was fifteen years-old, and her body was starting to gain more curves than straight lines.
"So, what're we going to do today?", asked a boy with black messy hair from behind her.
This was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, his raging hair only matched by his raging hormones.
"We could play a game.", said Hermione from the window, her breathing fogging the window.
Harry stood next to her and pulled the curtains together, then holding her hand and said, "Or we could just give in. You know you can't stand it Hermione."
She pulled away and sat on a chair far from Harry.
"We-we-we're too young. I'm too young. What if something goes wrong?"
"Nothing will go wrong. Not if you can cast the spell correctly."
"But I-Oh, Harry-But..."
Her excuses ran short as he ran his hand up her skirt, slowly warming her cold legs. She gasped as his hand brushed over her pink panties and sweat started beading on her brow.
"We both know we can't keep hiding this from each other...so don't."
With those last words, he slowly crept his hand down her panties, brushing through her unshaven area and entered her with two fingers. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. He started slowly, pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her hands clenched the seat. He started going faster, trying so hard to give Hermione something she never received. She let out a small whimper as her legs started to lose strength. He held her as he went deeper and deeper. She arched her back and let out a small cry, as her juices started spilling out of her, tsaining her dress.
"Harry! No...no...I need to be alone...I-I-Yes, alone."
And she vanished into her room, and Harry heard the distinct sound of muffled crying.
A/N: Reviews, reviews, reviews...please?