Caught

All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Just a little story, hope you enjoy!


Caught

’Metro is supposed to be really great. Let’s leave this boring party and go clubbing.’ Ginny could barely contain the excitement in her voice. She turned to Luna and Lavender for support. The dreamy eyed with merely nodded her approval but Lavender seemed just as eager to go as Ginny.


wet warm so warm soft lips sucking oh god don’t stop soft beautiful breasts sucking kissing so beautiful you’re so beautiful don’t stop you feel so good oooh don’t stop take it off ohhh yesss feel so good


‘All right. Let’s find Hermione and we’re all set. I saw her leave ten minutes ago.’


do you want me oohhh yeahhh so hard want you say you want me hermione ooohhh more than anything say it - I want you oh gods don’t stop draco want you inside me ooohh now please please need you oh gods yes so big ohhh so good


‘Where did she go?’ Ron looked at Harry. There was surprise in his face. He hadn’t noticed Hermione leaving.

‘Dunno. Said she had to talk to someone. Order business.’


hot wet so wet and tight must be inside of her ooooh so good, soo good want this always need this oooh so tight never stop keep moving in out in out in out ooohhh yes in out in out


‘She went into that empty office on the first floor. I saw her when I went to the loo,’ Dean said while gazing at his firewhisky.

‘Okay, let’s go get her.’


full filled move please move tell me how much ohhh you want me oooohh so hard faster harder please please harder oohhhh yes faster faster need more more oh god so good so good


Harry stood frozen at the door for what seemed like ages.


yesss oooohh yesss agghhh can’t take it have to now now ooohh oh god oh god aghhh dracodracodraco oooohhh love you ohhh so much feels soo good

ahhh yes yessss ahh aggghhhh


They climaxed together. Malfoy then fell heavily on top of her, breathing hard. Hermione seemed totally out of it, holding on to him like he was the last thing she knew.

He buried his face in her neck, murmuring sweet nothings.

She slowly regained her senses.


Harry felt a large stone in his stomach, he was sick, must throw up. Sick sick.


He was heavy, still inside her all hardness gone though, there was warm sticky fluid everywhere, she felt it on her thighs, mixed with their sweat. Soft whispers slowly made its way through her orgasmic fog, there were people here. That couldn’t be right… there were people. Oh God Harry, no Harry…

She suddenly went rigid underneath him. All of the inviting warmth, soft flesh, sweet gasps… it was gone. What was going on. She was staring behind him. He turned his face to see.


Harry snapped. Must get him away from her. Dirty, disgusting…

He needed to scream.

‘Get off!!!’

Silence.

Draco slowly slipped out of her warmth. The sudden cold air on his now flaccid penis felt slightly unpleasant. He turned. His legs were still shaking, but he managed to force a smirk on his face.

‘I just did.’

The gasps coming from the people gathered at the door were loud enough for Harry to snap from his shock. He felt an anger he had never felt before and doubted would ever feel again. All he wanted to do was to erase the smug grin from Malfoy’s face. Hurt, pound, smack… anything to make the wanker lose that arrogant smirk. He lunged for him, his fist connecting with Malfoy’s face before he even realised what he was doing. The bastard was already on the floor when the darkhaired wizard heard a loud scream from behind him.

‘Harry, no!’

It took every ounce of his control not to throw himself on the man now lying on the floor. Malfoy was still breathing heavily and was obviously in no condition to fight back. Harry felt disgusted looking at him, there was a satiated look on the blond’s face, his pants were still round his ankles, his penis for everyone to see, glistening lewdly with fluid. His and Hermione’s. Harry felt nausea overtake him. He needed to empty his stomach. Turning round to avoid having to look at Malfoy he saw his, their, friends still gathered at the door, to shocked to say anything. They were staring at the scene in front of them. Hermione now away from the table, her back turned. Harry could see the semen trickling down the inside of her legs. A fresh wave of nausea hit him. Malfoy still on the floor, not moving, trying to get his breath under control. And himself, again frozen to the spot.

They tried not to look at Malfoy’s large penis, wet with semen and Hermione’s essence. The scent of sex still lingered in the air. They couldn’t help but notice the blond wizard’s slight state of confusion, showing he was still feeling the effects of his very recent orgasm.

Harry felt a vague embarrassment come over him even though it wasn’t him lying half naked on the floor. He badly wanted this situation to end.

He moved towards Malfoy. ‘Cover yourself for Merlin’s sakes.’

Malfoy looked at him with darkened grey eyes. His pupils were still slightly dilated. Harry was sure he could see a sparkle of amusement in his gaze. Malfoy’s upper lip was cut from the force of Harry’s blow and was bleeding. The blood slowly made it’s way over his chin and dripped on the floor.

’Give me a minute.’ Malfoy seemed to be coming back to himself. His lazy drawl had returned.

He slowly got to his feet, grabbing his pants and pulling them up. He took his time tucking in his white, no longer pristine dress shirt and after putting himself away proceeded to zip his pants and fasten his belt.

There was an insolent, almost cruel look on his face now. Slowly he walked back to the table on which he and Hermione had been fucking just minutes before and collected his evening jacket from where it was lying on the floor. There was a white handkerchief in the left breast pocket. He took it out and wiped the blood on lis lip and chin. He then folded it up neatly. With a lazy smile he turned towards the darkhaired wizard and slowly tucked the bloodied handkerchief in the empty breast pocket of Harry’s evening jacket.

‘You never knew how to do things properly, Potter. You don’t even know how to dress for an official function. You couldn’t be expected to keep a woman happy.’

After taking an appreciative look at his handiwork he walked towards Hermione. She hadn’t moved since getting up from the table and putting her dress to rights. She looked utterly miserable. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered softly but loud enough for everyone to hear ‘I love you’.

She didn’t seem to notice him at all, just gazed ahead, still in shock. Malfoy turned around, picked up his cloak and left the room, leaving all of its occupants speechless.

Fin