'Mione and the Troll
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
27,891
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
'Mione and the Troll
First off, I don\'t own any of these characters.
Second, There\'s sex... just not in chapter 1. If you are easily offended, or don\'t want to see this type of material, I suggest you don\'t read this.
She had been in the girls’ bathroom for ages, just waiting. Whenever she heard the door open she made herself start to cry again. ‘Go ahead, let them think it’s that bastard Ron’s fault. Serves him right,’ thought Hermione.
The door swung open, crashing against the wall and shaking the entire room. Hermione didn’t start crying; instead, she repositioned her skirt and walked out of the stall, smirking slightly.
There, standing in the doorway, silhouetted by a candle from the hall was a dark shape that was much too tall (and muscular) to be Ron. Hermione was happy about this.
Anybody by Ron, she wanted to see. The figure stepped further into the room. It had broad shoulders, much broader than Ron’s could ever be. She wanted to desperately to cling to those shoulders. So she did.
It wasn’t until she saw the gleaming club in his hand that she knew he was a troll. ‘I should have figured that out when I had to climb up his back to clutch his shoulders,’ she thought. ‘Sexy, though…’
The troll was in a state of bewilderment. He had a girl clinging to his back. He didn’t mind though, he actually kind of enjoyed it. A smile reached his face, as he dropped his club and his other club lifted.
“Hey, baby,” she said seductively. “My name is Hermione-“
“Her-my-o-“
Hermione, who didn’t like being interrupted, cut him off as he had done to her, “Don’t bother. Names aren’t important, anyways. What is important is you,” she breathed, “and me.”
The troll groaned slightly in longing. Hermione’s seduction was obviously working.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” said Hermione, looking at the troll longingly. She was sick of rules, sick of the smart girl stereotypes that followed her everywhere. She was sick of people telling her to sit in the corner and do her homework. People telling her that one night (or day) of wild sex with a mountain troll was unacceptable. This made Hermione want to just jump on the troll, and not stop at least until morning. This would let everyone know who she really was.
A sullen look came upon the troll’s face. He looked as though he was going to cry.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, slightly taken aback. He grunted sadly, looking down at himself.
He then said something in the near-lost language of Trollish, but Hermione understood him perfectly. He didn’t have a condom.
Second, There\'s sex... just not in chapter 1. If you are easily offended, or don\'t want to see this type of material, I suggest you don\'t read this.
She had been in the girls’ bathroom for ages, just waiting. Whenever she heard the door open she made herself start to cry again. ‘Go ahead, let them think it’s that bastard Ron’s fault. Serves him right,’ thought Hermione.
The door swung open, crashing against the wall and shaking the entire room. Hermione didn’t start crying; instead, she repositioned her skirt and walked out of the stall, smirking slightly.
There, standing in the doorway, silhouetted by a candle from the hall was a dark shape that was much too tall (and muscular) to be Ron. Hermione was happy about this.
Anybody by Ron, she wanted to see. The figure stepped further into the room. It had broad shoulders, much broader than Ron’s could ever be. She wanted to desperately to cling to those shoulders. So she did.
It wasn’t until she saw the gleaming club in his hand that she knew he was a troll. ‘I should have figured that out when I had to climb up his back to clutch his shoulders,’ she thought. ‘Sexy, though…’
The troll was in a state of bewilderment. He had a girl clinging to his back. He didn’t mind though, he actually kind of enjoyed it. A smile reached his face, as he dropped his club and his other club lifted.
“Hey, baby,” she said seductively. “My name is Hermione-“
“Her-my-o-“
Hermione, who didn’t like being interrupted, cut him off as he had done to her, “Don’t bother. Names aren’t important, anyways. What is important is you,” she breathed, “and me.”
The troll groaned slightly in longing. Hermione’s seduction was obviously working.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” said Hermione, looking at the troll longingly. She was sick of rules, sick of the smart girl stereotypes that followed her everywhere. She was sick of people telling her to sit in the corner and do her homework. People telling her that one night (or day) of wild sex with a mountain troll was unacceptable. This made Hermione want to just jump on the troll, and not stop at least until morning. This would let everyone know who she really was.
A sullen look came upon the troll’s face. He looked as though he was going to cry.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, slightly taken aback. He grunted sadly, looking down at himself.
He then said something in the near-lost language of Trollish, but Hermione understood him perfectly. He didn’t have a condom.