His Favorite Place
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Adult ++
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14,687
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6
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His Favorite Place
Title: His Favorite Place
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut and Fluff, I guess that would be Smuff; in the library, cuz I\'ve been dying for some library smut. My first ever Harry/Hermione.
Summary: Harry learns that the History of Magic isn\'t always boring.
Disclaimer: All hail to JKR! Long live the Queen of HP. I own nothing but my indecent love of the library. Also, all history stolen from the Famous Witches and Wizard Cards thanks to EA Games version of HP and the CoS.
A/N: For catlove, just because I luv her muchly.
Also not beta\'ed. Sorry. I really should do something about that. Probably a varitable mine field of spelling/grammer errors. Approx. 1,350 words.
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Harry thinks he may die at any moment now. He wonders what the books must think as his eyes dart around the room nervously. He bites his lip between his teeth as he watches the students walking by them; sitting uncomfortably and slightly sweating, listening to her voice, sharp and toxic as it instructs him. The library used to seem so boring, a thought that seems almost funny now. Everything seems interesting. The hushed tones, the dark wood grain of the table, the smell of the ancient books, even the history of magic didn’t seem nearly so dull here. Of course Hermione’s lessons never hurt.
“Andros the Invincible.” She says sharply with a turn of her wrist that makes Harry want to weep. His eyes begin to slide shut and she slows the motion of her hand instantaneously making him stammer, trying to come up with an answer, any answer that will keep her from withdrawing her hand from his painfully hard member. “You should know this one Harry.” She says attempting to coax the answer from his lips, the answer she knows is there somewhere in his brain. He is thinking quickly, searching for what he should know…Quidditch? No. Hmmm.
“Patronus!” Harry says excitedly, gaining a squeeze and a quickening of her hand.
“Very good” Hermione purrs in what Harry finds to be a very inappropriate voice for the library, but no one else seems to notice.
“H-he, uh, he’s supposed to have made a patronus the size of a giant or something, yeah?”
“Sooooo smart.” She breathed into his ear, watching his lips twitch with a smile at her praise. “When?” Harry thought again for a moment, half of him racing through his brain, half of him lazily enjoying Hermione’s warm hand wrapped tightly against him beneath the table.
“Ancient Greece, exact dates unknown.” Harry said, more sure this time, which earned him a ‘good boy’ from her and brief reprieve of questioning. Up and down, smooth skin against smooth skin at a slow and steady pace. The heat of the raw friction seeping from his groin into his belly, pooling there until she slowed again and asked another question as she always did.
“Grogan Stump.” She demands sharply. He loves it when she gets bossy and he wants to cum right then and there, but that would never do, so instead he sits up straighter and searches his memory. Surely he never heard this name in class; he was probably sleeping that day.
“A-ah Minister of Magic?” Harry stammers out. A classmate shoots him a sympathetic look as they walk out of the library. One that says ‘I’m surely glad I don’t have to study with that Hermione Granger’. He smiles slightly, unable to help himself, but quenches it quickly.
“Are you asking me or telling me? I won’t be there to take your NEWTS for you Harry.”
“I’m telling you that he was the Minister of Magic, and uh, he was appointed in 18…uh…11.” He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he had come up with the correct answer.
“Look who’s been doing their reading.” Hermione nearly purred. Harry was worried about how very indecent that sounded rolling off her lips but when he looked around to see if anyone was watching, he found the library to be nearly deserted. Stunned he looked to Hermione’s plump lips that glistened with cherry lip gloss in the torch light and captured them promptly with his own. Her hand still sliding easily up and down on him, silky smooth, twisting ever so slightly, clenching gently as her hand slid up over the head. His tongue slid easily over hers, and she sighed into his mouth as they deepened the kiss. After a moment Hermione pulled abruptly away.
“We have ten more minutes until the library closes.” She said a little breathless. “We have time for a few more.” And with that she slid beneath the table. “Dorcas Wellbeloved.” She whispered looking up at him with wicked eyes. Lick. Harry shuddered, nearly hitting his knee off the table. His hands grasped the table firmly and he tried looking nonchalant, just in case someone was to walk by. Lick. Oh Merlin.
“Hmmm. Didn’t she found S.P.E.W. or something?” Harry chuckled, but stopped immediately as he felt Hermione withdrawing. “Kidding! She founded the Society for Distressed Witches.” He said quickly feeling her warm mouth enveloping him, which he knew meant he had guessed correctly. A swirl of her tongue urged him to continue. “1812-1904.” And Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head when she bobbed her faster, sucking ever so gently, tongue sweeping circles around him eagerly. She stopped suddenly, her fingers riding up under her skirt and into her panties.
“Last one. Get it right and you win the prize Harry.” She grinned widely as she continued rubbing herself and Harry’s wide green eyes watched. Harry seriously hoped it was an easy one. “Hengist of Woodcroft.” He nearly sighed with relief.
“Hengist was the founder of the Village of Hogsmead.” Harry pulled Hermione from beneath the table and kissed her soundly. “During medieval times…”, he pushed her against the table, licking up her neck. “He was driven from his homeland by non-magical persecutors.” His hands wrapped around her waist lifting her onto the table where he nuzzled himself between her legs. She panted louder with every correct answer. “The Three Broomsticks is rumored to have been his home.” His lips traveled down to where her shirt was unbuttoned, leaving wet sloppy kisses along the way. He pulled her shirt open more, and sucked at her nipple through the silk of her bra loving the way her head fell back, her hair brushing against the table. His fingers slid into her panties, caressing her lightly, no longer caring who was watching he gazed only onto her face as her mouth formed the perfect o shape as his fingers entered her slick heat, thumb brushing against her clit. Her hips thrust forward urging him on as he pulled her panties aside, replacing his fingers with his painfully hard cock. He slid into her easily in one smooth motion. Her head snapping up, there eyes meeting, glistening foreheads resting together.
“And the reason you asked me that…” He said pulling out nearly all the way and gliding back in slowly, angling himself perfectly into her body. He whispered into her ear. “Is that it’s the first place we ever did this.” Punctuating the word ‘this’ with a thrust and perfectly timed thumb circling her clit.
Hermione was reduced to vowel sounds mostly as she moved her hips against his harder in a desperate motion. Harry loved the moments when he could finally make Hermione speechless as he ground himself into her, capturing her lips once more tasting her cherry gloss that reminded him of sugar quills and red licorice whips.
Her body shuddered and convulsed around him in a crescendo of desire as he swallowed her moans into his mouth and followed her release with his own; his body’s natural reaction to hers. They both panted into each other’s shoulder for a moment before realizing that the library must be closing soon and someone would be around any second to make sure that all the students were out. Hermione lay a gentle kiss to Harry’s forehead and they quickly arranged themselves in a respectable manner and gathered up their things.
Hermione cleared her throat. “Remarkable progress Harry. I have to say I’m impressed.” She said with a devilish grin. “Hard to believe what a wonderful student you can be with the correct motivation.”
“Well, I do have the best tutor at Hogwarts.” He said smiling slyly as he ran his hand through his hair, trying to smooth down the mess unsuccessfully.
“What can I say? I’ll do anything for NEWTS.” Hermione said proudly, a sly smile of her own plastered to her face as the librarian peeked around the corner and reminded them it was time to close up. They walked out of the library, Harry\'s official new favorite place in all of Hogwarts, and back up to their dorms...Harry\'s second favorite place in all of Hogwarts.
~the end~
Reviews and constructive feedback cherished. :D Hell, even the occasional vote makes me giddy.
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut and Fluff, I guess that would be Smuff; in the library, cuz I\'ve been dying for some library smut. My first ever Harry/Hermione.
Summary: Harry learns that the History of Magic isn\'t always boring.
Disclaimer: All hail to JKR! Long live the Queen of HP. I own nothing but my indecent love of the library. Also, all history stolen from the Famous Witches and Wizard Cards thanks to EA Games version of HP and the CoS.
A/N: For catlove, just because I luv her muchly.
Also not beta\'ed. Sorry. I really should do something about that. Probably a varitable mine field of spelling/grammer errors. Approx. 1,350 words.
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Harry thinks he may die at any moment now. He wonders what the books must think as his eyes dart around the room nervously. He bites his lip between his teeth as he watches the students walking by them; sitting uncomfortably and slightly sweating, listening to her voice, sharp and toxic as it instructs him. The library used to seem so boring, a thought that seems almost funny now. Everything seems interesting. The hushed tones, the dark wood grain of the table, the smell of the ancient books, even the history of magic didn’t seem nearly so dull here. Of course Hermione’s lessons never hurt.
“Andros the Invincible.” She says sharply with a turn of her wrist that makes Harry want to weep. His eyes begin to slide shut and she slows the motion of her hand instantaneously making him stammer, trying to come up with an answer, any answer that will keep her from withdrawing her hand from his painfully hard member. “You should know this one Harry.” She says attempting to coax the answer from his lips, the answer she knows is there somewhere in his brain. He is thinking quickly, searching for what he should know…Quidditch? No. Hmmm.
“Patronus!” Harry says excitedly, gaining a squeeze and a quickening of her hand.
“Very good” Hermione purrs in what Harry finds to be a very inappropriate voice for the library, but no one else seems to notice.
“H-he, uh, he’s supposed to have made a patronus the size of a giant or something, yeah?”
“Sooooo smart.” She breathed into his ear, watching his lips twitch with a smile at her praise. “When?” Harry thought again for a moment, half of him racing through his brain, half of him lazily enjoying Hermione’s warm hand wrapped tightly against him beneath the table.
“Ancient Greece, exact dates unknown.” Harry said, more sure this time, which earned him a ‘good boy’ from her and brief reprieve of questioning. Up and down, smooth skin against smooth skin at a slow and steady pace. The heat of the raw friction seeping from his groin into his belly, pooling there until she slowed again and asked another question as she always did.
“Grogan Stump.” She demands sharply. He loves it when she gets bossy and he wants to cum right then and there, but that would never do, so instead he sits up straighter and searches his memory. Surely he never heard this name in class; he was probably sleeping that day.
“A-ah Minister of Magic?” Harry stammers out. A classmate shoots him a sympathetic look as they walk out of the library. One that says ‘I’m surely glad I don’t have to study with that Hermione Granger’. He smiles slightly, unable to help himself, but quenches it quickly.
“Are you asking me or telling me? I won’t be there to take your NEWTS for you Harry.”
“I’m telling you that he was the Minister of Magic, and uh, he was appointed in 18…uh…11.” He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he had come up with the correct answer.
“Look who’s been doing their reading.” Hermione nearly purred. Harry was worried about how very indecent that sounded rolling off her lips but when he looked around to see if anyone was watching, he found the library to be nearly deserted. Stunned he looked to Hermione’s plump lips that glistened with cherry lip gloss in the torch light and captured them promptly with his own. Her hand still sliding easily up and down on him, silky smooth, twisting ever so slightly, clenching gently as her hand slid up over the head. His tongue slid easily over hers, and she sighed into his mouth as they deepened the kiss. After a moment Hermione pulled abruptly away.
“We have ten more minutes until the library closes.” She said a little breathless. “We have time for a few more.” And with that she slid beneath the table. “Dorcas Wellbeloved.” She whispered looking up at him with wicked eyes. Lick. Harry shuddered, nearly hitting his knee off the table. His hands grasped the table firmly and he tried looking nonchalant, just in case someone was to walk by. Lick. Oh Merlin.
“Hmmm. Didn’t she found S.P.E.W. or something?” Harry chuckled, but stopped immediately as he felt Hermione withdrawing. “Kidding! She founded the Society for Distressed Witches.” He said quickly feeling her warm mouth enveloping him, which he knew meant he had guessed correctly. A swirl of her tongue urged him to continue. “1812-1904.” And Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head when she bobbed her faster, sucking ever so gently, tongue sweeping circles around him eagerly. She stopped suddenly, her fingers riding up under her skirt and into her panties.
“Last one. Get it right and you win the prize Harry.” She grinned widely as she continued rubbing herself and Harry’s wide green eyes watched. Harry seriously hoped it was an easy one. “Hengist of Woodcroft.” He nearly sighed with relief.
“Hengist was the founder of the Village of Hogsmead.” Harry pulled Hermione from beneath the table and kissed her soundly. “During medieval times…”, he pushed her against the table, licking up her neck. “He was driven from his homeland by non-magical persecutors.” His hands wrapped around her waist lifting her onto the table where he nuzzled himself between her legs. She panted louder with every correct answer. “The Three Broomsticks is rumored to have been his home.” His lips traveled down to where her shirt was unbuttoned, leaving wet sloppy kisses along the way. He pulled her shirt open more, and sucked at her nipple through the silk of her bra loving the way her head fell back, her hair brushing against the table. His fingers slid into her panties, caressing her lightly, no longer caring who was watching he gazed only onto her face as her mouth formed the perfect o shape as his fingers entered her slick heat, thumb brushing against her clit. Her hips thrust forward urging him on as he pulled her panties aside, replacing his fingers with his painfully hard cock. He slid into her easily in one smooth motion. Her head snapping up, there eyes meeting, glistening foreheads resting together.
“And the reason you asked me that…” He said pulling out nearly all the way and gliding back in slowly, angling himself perfectly into her body. He whispered into her ear. “Is that it’s the first place we ever did this.” Punctuating the word ‘this’ with a thrust and perfectly timed thumb circling her clit.
Hermione was reduced to vowel sounds mostly as she moved her hips against his harder in a desperate motion. Harry loved the moments when he could finally make Hermione speechless as he ground himself into her, capturing her lips once more tasting her cherry gloss that reminded him of sugar quills and red licorice whips.
Her body shuddered and convulsed around him in a crescendo of desire as he swallowed her moans into his mouth and followed her release with his own; his body’s natural reaction to hers. They both panted into each other’s shoulder for a moment before realizing that the library must be closing soon and someone would be around any second to make sure that all the students were out. Hermione lay a gentle kiss to Harry’s forehead and they quickly arranged themselves in a respectable manner and gathered up their things.
Hermione cleared her throat. “Remarkable progress Harry. I have to say I’m impressed.” She said with a devilish grin. “Hard to believe what a wonderful student you can be with the correct motivation.”
“Well, I do have the best tutor at Hogwarts.” He said smiling slyly as he ran his hand through his hair, trying to smooth down the mess unsuccessfully.
“What can I say? I’ll do anything for NEWTS.” Hermione said proudly, a sly smile of her own plastered to her face as the librarian peeked around the corner and reminded them it was time to close up. They walked out of the library, Harry\'s official new favorite place in all of Hogwarts, and back up to their dorms...Harry\'s second favorite place in all of Hogwarts.
~the end~
Reviews and constructive feedback cherished. :D Hell, even the occasional vote makes me giddy.