Wicked

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Wicked

“Wicked? You?” Harry
said, chuckling.

“What? You think I
can’t be?” Hermione said, walking steadily toward him.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She walked him right into a corner.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He looked nervous now, as she pressed the
entire length of her body against his.
“Just because it’s a side of me I’ve never showed you doesn’t mean that
it doesn’t exist,” she whispered, running a hand down his chest and down to the
crotch of his jeans, where she could feel the hardening bulge of his
erection. A strangled sound came from
deep within his throat as her hand grazed over it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She smirked.

Feeling indeed very wicked, she ran her hand back up to his
chest, beneath his shirt this time. She
felt his abdominal muscles flutter beneath her fingers as she pressed her hips
into his. He had his eyes closed and his
head had fallen back to rest against the wall.
Hermione licked her lips and then, lightly, brought them to his exposed
neck. Harry let out a guttural sound of
pleasure; it sent a thrill of power through her.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She wanted to drive him completely mad.

Sinking to her knees, she planted a trail of wet kisses down
his stomach before dropping his shirt and reaching for the button of his
jeans. She unclasped and unzipped them
and tugged them off his hips. She was
now face-to-face with his dick, straining against the fabric of his
boxers. Those, too, she pulled down,
more carefully this time, and she let them fall to the puddle at his feet with
him jeans.

Hermione looked up at his face.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> His eyes were still tightly shut and he was
breathing heavily. “Watch me,” she
commanded, her voice surprisingly husky.
His eyes flew open wide and he seemed almost nervous as she smirked up
at him.

“Hermione…”

“Shhh,” she hissed, and he didn’t
say another word as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the
head before taking as much of him in as she could.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She looked up at him and sucked hard before
letting him slide out of her mouth and taking him again.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She was vaguely aware of him moaning loudly,
but the only thing she was paying attention to was the look on his face as she
drove him to the edge.

She had wanted to do this to Harry for so long, had so many
fantasies about doing just precisely this, on her knees with his cock in her
mouth. And what a lovely cock it was – long
and slender. Hermione couldn’t suppress
a moan at the thought of how it would feel inside her, and she felt Harry
shudder as it vibrated around him.

Another lick, another suck.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> She wrapped a hand around the base of his
shaft and stroked with the rhythm of her mouth, cupping his balls with the
other. He groaned and fisted his hands
in her hair.

“Oh, God.”

Two sucks. Three
licks.

“Oh – oh, ‘Mione, I’m – I’m –“

Hermione felt more powerful than she ever had casting a
spell as his hot fluid spurted into her mouth.
When he was finished, she pulled off him, and, making sure he was
watching closely, very slowly and deliberately swallowed.

Harry gaped at her.
With her usual businesslike manner, Hermione tidied him up and wiped her
mouth. With a self-satisfied smile, she
turned to look at him before she left the room.

“See? I can be
wicked.”