The Quiet Ones
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,146
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Quiet Ones
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IMPORTANT A/N: This will most likely be one-shot. It is NOT FINISHED. Any ideas on how to continue would be greatly appreciated.
Hermione Granger hummed lightly as she packed the last of her belongings into her trunk. Tomorrow, she would be heading off to start her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Voldermort had been defeated at the beginning of the summer holidays, and for once everyone was able to think of a brighter year at Hogwarts. No more extra DADA classes and no more extra Healing classes. Hermione grinned as she planned what she would do with her free time this year aside from studying for N.E.W.T.S.
She had given up on her S.P.E.W project after giving the situation much thought just after the battle where Voldermort was destroyed. She finally understood that it was wrong to force one’s opinions on others as everyone is entitled to their own beliefs so long as no one gets hurt. Luckily she had discovered a new hobby during the summer. She had discovered the joys of sex. Thanks to her new next-door neighbour.
She remembered coming home that day and, upon seeing the blond, tanned, muscular, half naked, 18 year old son of the new neighbour mowing the front lawn immediately, fell in lust. Yes it was definitely lust and not love. She couldn’t get him off her mind and kept having erotic thoughts about him whenever she wasn’t doing her homework. She had to masturbate every night before bed, and sometimes in the morning imagining all the wild things she wanted him to do to her. Even though she was still a virgin, she had read enough books, and experimented with herself enough to have an idea of what sex is supposed to be like.
She finally got a chance to meet him four and a half days after first seeing him when his family threw a BBQ to meet everyone in the neighbourhood. She remembered that day vividly……
*FLASHBACK*
“Hermione! You ready yet?” Mrs. Granger shouted through the closed bedroom door.
“Give me 10 more minutes!” Came the reply. Hermione was standing naked in front of her mirror having difficulty trying to decide what to wear. All she could think of was her hot neighbour, naked, and doing all sorts of things to her body, sweat dripping off their bodies. At these thoughts, Hermione could feel her temperature rising, her nipples hardened without being touched, and the junction of her legs becoming wet with desire. Not being able to resist, she brought her hands up and gently twisted each nipple. Imagining that it was her neighbour doing these things to her, his big callused hands caressing her globes while tweaking the nipples. She could feel the liquid drip from between her legs and reached down to relieve the need. With her fore and middle finger, she went straight to her hole and inserted both fingers to moisten them. Bringing them back out, she spread the liquid around her nether lips, massaging them slowly, imagining that her neighbour was on his knees licking her with a long, hot tongue. She dipped her fingers into her hole again, imagining his tongue tasting her at the source, before finally bringing the liquid to spread on her clitoris. She massaged her nub, imaging his tongue flicking over it, feeling her orgasm approaching. Her fingers worked faster, until they were a blur, her other hand roughly squeezed her breasts as she came, gasping for what felt like eternity.
Sitting down to rest for a bit, she glance at the clock and saw that she only had 5 more minutes till she had to leave
After having cleaned up, and deciding to wear a two piece swimsuit underneath a knee length halter dress, Hermione went down to her waiting parents, and walked with them next door.
Ding dong. The door bell chimed. A moment later the door was opened by a tall man who looked like he was in his forties.
“Welcome! Steve Defoe. Pleased to meet you all.” He smiled and shook hands with the Grangers. “You’re the first people to arrive. Come in. Everyone else is making the final preparations.” He explained as the Grangers followed him through to the back of the house, to the large patio in the back where the rest of his family were. They were introduced to his wife Sarah, their 15 yea old daughter Isabelle, and their 18 year old son Mike. Hermione tried not to stare too much as he shook her hand, but he seemed to be able to read her mind and gave her a knowing look.
That evening followed with eating, flirting, talking, flirting, swimming, and flirting.
Later that night, Hermione couldn’t sleep. It was a 30’C degree night, and the air conditioning was broken. She decided to go and have a swim in her own pool in the backyard. Neglecting to bring swimwear as it was dark enough to go without clothing, she quietly shut the back door behind her, took her nightie off and jumped into the pool. Upon surfacing, she made her way to sit on the steps so that she’d still be immersed in the water.
She recalled the memories of Mike. How he had flirted with her, and how he’d undress her with his eyes. Unconsciously, she began to touch herself. One hand massaging her breasts, while one reached down to stroke her clit. She came quickly not realising that she called out Mike’s name until she heard a very quite “Hermione?” Come from the other side of the fence. “Been thinking of me have you?”
Too shocked to say anything, only a strangled sound came from her throat.
A noise indicated that Mike had climbed the fence and was walking toward her. He calmly sat down in the pool beside her fully dressed in nothing but his boxers. She stared at him nervously. Her eyes lustily feeding on his muscled chest and torso. He reached out and gently stroked her face, leaning in so that his face was only a couple inches away from her. “May I?”
All Hermione could do was nod.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss. He seemed to be testing her willingness in taking part in any wanton activity. Hermione was fully aroused by his thoughtfulness and took the initiative. She leaned in hard. Mike gasped at the feel of her breasts against his chest, and she took the opportunity to stick her tongue in. Their tongues played, learning the feel of each other while their hands were doing the same to each other’s bodies.
IMPORTANT A/N: This will most likely be one-shot. It is NOT FINISHED. Any ideas on how to continue would be greatly appreciated.
Hermione Granger hummed lightly as she packed the last of her belongings into her trunk. Tomorrow, she would be heading off to start her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Voldermort had been defeated at the beginning of the summer holidays, and for once everyone was able to think of a brighter year at Hogwarts. No more extra DADA classes and no more extra Healing classes. Hermione grinned as she planned what she would do with her free time this year aside from studying for N.E.W.T.S.
She had given up on her S.P.E.W project after giving the situation much thought just after the battle where Voldermort was destroyed. She finally understood that it was wrong to force one’s opinions on others as everyone is entitled to their own beliefs so long as no one gets hurt. Luckily she had discovered a new hobby during the summer. She had discovered the joys of sex. Thanks to her new next-door neighbour.
She remembered coming home that day and, upon seeing the blond, tanned, muscular, half naked, 18 year old son of the new neighbour mowing the front lawn immediately, fell in lust. Yes it was definitely lust and not love. She couldn’t get him off her mind and kept having erotic thoughts about him whenever she wasn’t doing her homework. She had to masturbate every night before bed, and sometimes in the morning imagining all the wild things she wanted him to do to her. Even though she was still a virgin, she had read enough books, and experimented with herself enough to have an idea of what sex is supposed to be like.
She finally got a chance to meet him four and a half days after first seeing him when his family threw a BBQ to meet everyone in the neighbourhood. She remembered that day vividly……
*FLASHBACK*
“Hermione! You ready yet?” Mrs. Granger shouted through the closed bedroom door.
“Give me 10 more minutes!” Came the reply. Hermione was standing naked in front of her mirror having difficulty trying to decide what to wear. All she could think of was her hot neighbour, naked, and doing all sorts of things to her body, sweat dripping off their bodies. At these thoughts, Hermione could feel her temperature rising, her nipples hardened without being touched, and the junction of her legs becoming wet with desire. Not being able to resist, she brought her hands up and gently twisted each nipple. Imagining that it was her neighbour doing these things to her, his big callused hands caressing her globes while tweaking the nipples. She could feel the liquid drip from between her legs and reached down to relieve the need. With her fore and middle finger, she went straight to her hole and inserted both fingers to moisten them. Bringing them back out, she spread the liquid around her nether lips, massaging them slowly, imagining that her neighbour was on his knees licking her with a long, hot tongue. She dipped her fingers into her hole again, imagining his tongue tasting her at the source, before finally bringing the liquid to spread on her clitoris. She massaged her nub, imaging his tongue flicking over it, feeling her orgasm approaching. Her fingers worked faster, until they were a blur, her other hand roughly squeezed her breasts as she came, gasping for what felt like eternity.
Sitting down to rest for a bit, she glance at the clock and saw that she only had 5 more minutes till she had to leave
After having cleaned up, and deciding to wear a two piece swimsuit underneath a knee length halter dress, Hermione went down to her waiting parents, and walked with them next door.
Ding dong. The door bell chimed. A moment later the door was opened by a tall man who looked like he was in his forties.
“Welcome! Steve Defoe. Pleased to meet you all.” He smiled and shook hands with the Grangers. “You’re the first people to arrive. Come in. Everyone else is making the final preparations.” He explained as the Grangers followed him through to the back of the house, to the large patio in the back where the rest of his family were. They were introduced to his wife Sarah, their 15 yea old daughter Isabelle, and their 18 year old son Mike. Hermione tried not to stare too much as he shook her hand, but he seemed to be able to read her mind and gave her a knowing look.
That evening followed with eating, flirting, talking, flirting, swimming, and flirting.
Later that night, Hermione couldn’t sleep. It was a 30’C degree night, and the air conditioning was broken. She decided to go and have a swim in her own pool in the backyard. Neglecting to bring swimwear as it was dark enough to go without clothing, she quietly shut the back door behind her, took her nightie off and jumped into the pool. Upon surfacing, she made her way to sit on the steps so that she’d still be immersed in the water.
She recalled the memories of Mike. How he had flirted with her, and how he’d undress her with his eyes. Unconsciously, she began to touch herself. One hand massaging her breasts, while one reached down to stroke her clit. She came quickly not realising that she called out Mike’s name until she heard a very quite “Hermione?” Come from the other side of the fence. “Been thinking of me have you?”
Too shocked to say anything, only a strangled sound came from her throat.
A noise indicated that Mike had climbed the fence and was walking toward her. He calmly sat down in the pool beside her fully dressed in nothing but his boxers. She stared at him nervously. Her eyes lustily feeding on his muscled chest and torso. He reached out and gently stroked her face, leaning in so that his face was only a couple inches away from her. “May I?”
All Hermione could do was nod.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss. He seemed to be testing her willingness in taking part in any wanton activity. Hermione was fully aroused by his thoughtfulness and took the initiative. She leaned in hard. Mike gasped at the feel of her breasts against his chest, and she took the opportunity to stick her tongue in. Their tongues played, learning the feel of each other while their hands were doing the same to each other’s bodies.