Sylvester the cat and Tweety
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,503
Reviews:
1
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.
Sylvester the cat and Tweety
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Paring(s): MM/HG
Warning(s): Slash, Chan, PWP
Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of these characters. I can only claim my own text here, but nothing else. (added 7/10-05)
Summery: Hermione goes to find the Potion Master, but runs into a fully different person...
Author\'s note(s): This was written more than a year ago, my very first femme-slash fic, and first NC-17 (it been posted in a slash community on LiveJournal, as well as in the Femme Slash Yahoo Group and the Slash Yahoo Group).
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Sylvester the cat and Tweety
Hermione were slowly walking up to the door of the second floor Staff Room, turning the handle to peeked inside.
What was she doing here? -- Honestly she didn\'t know.
There was no reasonable explanation to why she was there. Well there was one - the Potions Master. She hoped that she would see a glimpse of him. Of course she didn\'t want anyone to know about her quiet languish of a certain greasy haired man, but at this time of night no one was around. Were they?
The room was quiet. Empty at first glance, but there was someone seated in the chair by the fire. The tip of a black wizard hat could be seen, just above the back of the chair.
Hermione let out a sigh, both out of relief and disappointment. It was not the Potion Master, half her being was happy it wasn\'t (what would she have said?), but she somehow wished it had been.
The tip of the pointed hat did not move, but she knew she had been spotted when the owner of said hat begun to talk.
\"Is there a problem, Miss Granger?\" Hermoine knew that voice far too well to actually feel completely comfortable with lying to it. Of cause she had done so many times in the past, but then she had had a really good reason to be where she had been spotted. The only reason this time was not even in truth good enough - not even for herself if she were going to be honest.
The chair turned and she saw the face of the person in it for the first time since she entered the staff room.
It somehow felt like it was the first time she saw the Deputy Headmistress\' face ever. She studied the stern face, the small square glasses at the tip of a straight nose. The tiny, almost invisible wrinkles around her eyes.
\"Fancy telling me why you are up this late, Miss Granger?\" the woman asked, an amused smile playing at her thin lips as she rose from the chair and walked over to Hermione with the grace of a cat.
\"I...\" the girl begun, and stuttered a bit as she saw the Professor come closer. \"I was...\" she swallowed hard. Her Head of House was now so close that she could feel the smell of Nepeta cataria that seemed to follow the woman around. \"Professor McGonagall...\" the smell made her dizzy. She closed her eyes, trembling under the Professors touch she felt on her cheek.
\"Yes, my child?\" the hot breath of the Transformation Mistress on her left ear was warm and soft. She felt her nipples harden as the older woman begun to caress her chest, hands on her hips, pulling her close.
\"I...\" she tried again, only to be quieted by warm lips touching hers faintly. She could feel a hand on her smaller back, another one touching its way upwards at the outside of her school robes. The hand began to unbutton her robes.
Hermione gasped when she felt the lips move, sucking softly on her pulse. One hand was cupping her right breast, the other making its way upwards along her spine below her muggle t-shirt. The black and white picture of Sylvester the cat and Tweety were grinning into the older woman\'s stomach.
\"I...\" she begun, but stopped and let out a huffed sound and she felt Minerva\'s dry lips on her collarbone. They parted and a warm wet tongue licked its way along the bone and up the side of her neck.
\"Professor?\" she moaned silently in question, feeling the other woman\'s lips hover a half inch above her own.
A husky whisper escaped the Professor \"Don\'t speak...\" she said, capturing the girl\'s lips, letting her tongue escape through her parted lips, asking for permission.
At first Hermione were startled by the soft pressure on her lips, but obediently parted her lips, letting Minerva explore her mouth.
The tongue moved surely, tasting everywhere, the sweet and hunger was intoxicating. Dry, cold hands -- a contrast to that wet, hot tongue -- pulled the Sylvester the cat and Tweety t-shit up - exposing the students milky-white stomach.
Minerva broke their kiss, letting her tongue trace the skin by Hermione\'s bra-rim, moving the young girl to lie back down on the large, round table in the middle of the Staff Room.
Hermione moaned, feeling Minerva\'s thin body between her legs. She felt her knickers going wet, rubbing her groin against the older woman\'s abdomen.
Hermione pushed herself to a sitting position, carefully unbuttoning the Professors robes, letting out an unhappy sigh, noticing a brown woolen dress below - buttoned with hundreds of small, small buttons.
Experienced hands opened the bra, stripping the students of both bra and t-shirt, pushing her back down at the table. Lips catching one of the young girl\'s hard nipples, earning a loud moan.
The Professor sighed contently, taking the other nipple in her mouth, giving it the same amount of attention as the other one.
Minerva kissed and licked her way slowly down the girl\'s stomach, breath coming more strained now.
The girl\'s hips bucked upwards one, forcing the other woman to hold them down with elbows on her legs.
\"You enjoy this, don\'t you?\" asked the husky voice of the older woman, tickling her stomach, a moan escaped her once again. Fingers working on the jeans button, continuing with the zipper once it opened.
Minerva moved away, earning a wordless protest from the young woman on the table. The jeans was beging pulled off, gosebumps were forming on the skin now exposed to the colder air.
Hermione bucked again, feeling fingers on her tights, moving to touch her vagina through her wet knickers.
\"Oh yes, you do...\" the older woman continued.
She felt her now soaking panties being slid down to her ankles. Her body trembling with lust, her body being lifted further up on the table, the knickers finally removed. Minerva looked down at the fifteen year old girl, moving to stand between her parted legs again.
Hermione tensed when she felt a thin finger slid into her, letting out a strangled moan as it slowly began working in an out of her. The girl\'s breathing came faster and more shallow for every time the finger slid back in. She was almost crying as a second finger pushed inside, more body liquids escaping the tight virgin pussy every second.
Minerva felt the virginity membrane brake, making the young woman squirm of pain for a second before she moaned again when the pace quickened.
The older woman sat down, crouching below the table, replacing the long, thin fingers with her tongue. The girl gasped, clawing at the table top. Minerva slowly began to tongue-fuck the young girl, quickening the pace as Hermione\'s hips bucked again, forcing then still with hands on the girl\'s hips.
Minerva saw how the hands of the girl gripped the edges of the table, knuckles going white. Finally the vagina contracted around her tongue as the student arched with the force of her first orgasm. Licking the liquids pouring out of the young child Minerva felt herself come.
Forcing herself to her feet, although her knees protested, capturing the young girl\'s mouth letting her taste herself on her tongue.
\"That was...\" said Hermione, voice thick with pleasure as she opened her veiled eyes.
\"Yes, child.\" the older woman said, collecting her robes before leaving the Staff Room.
Hermione closed her eyes. Keeping them that way a moment before she pushed herself off the table, collecting her own discarded clothes.
What was she doing here? -- By Merlin, she didn\'t care.
Rating: NC-17
Paring(s): MM/HG
Warning(s): Slash, Chan, PWP
Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of these characters. I can only claim my own text here, but nothing else. (added 7/10-05)
Summery: Hermione goes to find the Potion Master, but runs into a fully different person...
Author\'s note(s): This was written more than a year ago, my very first femme-slash fic, and first NC-17 (it been posted in a slash community on LiveJournal, as well as in the Femme Slash Yahoo Group and the Slash Yahoo Group).
---
Sylvester the cat and Tweety
Hermione were slowly walking up to the door of the second floor Staff Room, turning the handle to peeked inside.
What was she doing here? -- Honestly she didn\'t know.
There was no reasonable explanation to why she was there. Well there was one - the Potions Master. She hoped that she would see a glimpse of him. Of course she didn\'t want anyone to know about her quiet languish of a certain greasy haired man, but at this time of night no one was around. Were they?
The room was quiet. Empty at first glance, but there was someone seated in the chair by the fire. The tip of a black wizard hat could be seen, just above the back of the chair.
Hermione let out a sigh, both out of relief and disappointment. It was not the Potion Master, half her being was happy it wasn\'t (what would she have said?), but she somehow wished it had been.
The tip of the pointed hat did not move, but she knew she had been spotted when the owner of said hat begun to talk.
\"Is there a problem, Miss Granger?\" Hermoine knew that voice far too well to actually feel completely comfortable with lying to it. Of cause she had done so many times in the past, but then she had had a really good reason to be where she had been spotted. The only reason this time was not even in truth good enough - not even for herself if she were going to be honest.
The chair turned and she saw the face of the person in it for the first time since she entered the staff room.
It somehow felt like it was the first time she saw the Deputy Headmistress\' face ever. She studied the stern face, the small square glasses at the tip of a straight nose. The tiny, almost invisible wrinkles around her eyes.
\"Fancy telling me why you are up this late, Miss Granger?\" the woman asked, an amused smile playing at her thin lips as she rose from the chair and walked over to Hermione with the grace of a cat.
\"I...\" the girl begun, and stuttered a bit as she saw the Professor come closer. \"I was...\" she swallowed hard. Her Head of House was now so close that she could feel the smell of Nepeta cataria that seemed to follow the woman around. \"Professor McGonagall...\" the smell made her dizzy. She closed her eyes, trembling under the Professors touch she felt on her cheek.
\"Yes, my child?\" the hot breath of the Transformation Mistress on her left ear was warm and soft. She felt her nipples harden as the older woman begun to caress her chest, hands on her hips, pulling her close.
\"I...\" she tried again, only to be quieted by warm lips touching hers faintly. She could feel a hand on her smaller back, another one touching its way upwards at the outside of her school robes. The hand began to unbutton her robes.
Hermione gasped when she felt the lips move, sucking softly on her pulse. One hand was cupping her right breast, the other making its way upwards along her spine below her muggle t-shirt. The black and white picture of Sylvester the cat and Tweety were grinning into the older woman\'s stomach.
\"I...\" she begun, but stopped and let out a huffed sound and she felt Minerva\'s dry lips on her collarbone. They parted and a warm wet tongue licked its way along the bone and up the side of her neck.
\"Professor?\" she moaned silently in question, feeling the other woman\'s lips hover a half inch above her own.
A husky whisper escaped the Professor \"Don\'t speak...\" she said, capturing the girl\'s lips, letting her tongue escape through her parted lips, asking for permission.
At first Hermione were startled by the soft pressure on her lips, but obediently parted her lips, letting Minerva explore her mouth.
The tongue moved surely, tasting everywhere, the sweet and hunger was intoxicating. Dry, cold hands -- a contrast to that wet, hot tongue -- pulled the Sylvester the cat and Tweety t-shit up - exposing the students milky-white stomach.
Minerva broke their kiss, letting her tongue trace the skin by Hermione\'s bra-rim, moving the young girl to lie back down on the large, round table in the middle of the Staff Room.
Hermione moaned, feeling Minerva\'s thin body between her legs. She felt her knickers going wet, rubbing her groin against the older woman\'s abdomen.
Hermione pushed herself to a sitting position, carefully unbuttoning the Professors robes, letting out an unhappy sigh, noticing a brown woolen dress below - buttoned with hundreds of small, small buttons.
Experienced hands opened the bra, stripping the students of both bra and t-shirt, pushing her back down at the table. Lips catching one of the young girl\'s hard nipples, earning a loud moan.
The Professor sighed contently, taking the other nipple in her mouth, giving it the same amount of attention as the other one.
Minerva kissed and licked her way slowly down the girl\'s stomach, breath coming more strained now.
The girl\'s hips bucked upwards one, forcing the other woman to hold them down with elbows on her legs.
\"You enjoy this, don\'t you?\" asked the husky voice of the older woman, tickling her stomach, a moan escaped her once again. Fingers working on the jeans button, continuing with the zipper once it opened.
Minerva moved away, earning a wordless protest from the young woman on the table. The jeans was beging pulled off, gosebumps were forming on the skin now exposed to the colder air.
Hermione bucked again, feeling fingers on her tights, moving to touch her vagina through her wet knickers.
\"Oh yes, you do...\" the older woman continued.
She felt her now soaking panties being slid down to her ankles. Her body trembling with lust, her body being lifted further up on the table, the knickers finally removed. Minerva looked down at the fifteen year old girl, moving to stand between her parted legs again.
Hermione tensed when she felt a thin finger slid into her, letting out a strangled moan as it slowly began working in an out of her. The girl\'s breathing came faster and more shallow for every time the finger slid back in. She was almost crying as a second finger pushed inside, more body liquids escaping the tight virgin pussy every second.
Minerva felt the virginity membrane brake, making the young woman squirm of pain for a second before she moaned again when the pace quickened.
The older woman sat down, crouching below the table, replacing the long, thin fingers with her tongue. The girl gasped, clawing at the table top. Minerva slowly began to tongue-fuck the young girl, quickening the pace as Hermione\'s hips bucked again, forcing then still with hands on the girl\'s hips.
Minerva saw how the hands of the girl gripped the edges of the table, knuckles going white. Finally the vagina contracted around her tongue as the student arched with the force of her first orgasm. Licking the liquids pouring out of the young child Minerva felt herself come.
Forcing herself to her feet, although her knees protested, capturing the young girl\'s mouth letting her taste herself on her tongue.
\"That was...\" said Hermione, voice thick with pleasure as she opened her veiled eyes.
\"Yes, child.\" the older woman said, collecting her robes before leaving the Staff Room.
Hermione closed her eyes. Keeping them that way a moment before she pushed herself off the table, collecting her own discarded clothes.
What was she doing here? -- By Merlin, she didn\'t care.