A Typical Broomcloset Encounter, Revisited
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Into the Closet
Title: A Typical Broom Closet Encounter
Rating: R
A/N: Warning! This is your average room of requirement smut. Do not expect any great masterpiece here. Reviews are greatly appreciated and will be rewarded with virtual cake. I know I didn\'t complete this story last summer, but I\'m determined now! Sorry, what can I say, I\'ve had \"account problems\"!
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Ron was being his typical insensitive self, Harry was in another touchy mood waiting to scream at whomever spoke to him next, and Ginny was having a nice snog session with yet another boyfriend. So Hermione, feeling unappreciated and disgruntled, decided to go for a little walk.
“As usual, everyone is too busy to care about me,” she sighed. “Oh well, what can you expect if you’re stereotyped ‘The Brain’?”
Poor, poor Hermione strolled out of the Gryffindor common room, past the library, (gasp!) and into a deserted corridor where she could pace and feel sorry for herself in peace. After about the third time back and fourth in the hall, Hermione realized that she was in the same corridor as the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls. From using the benefits of this hallway before to access the room where D.A. practice was held, Hermione knew that soon, the Room of Requirement would appear. Sure enough, as soon as she wheeled around to the side of the hallway opposite the tapestry, she noticed a dingy looking door that could lead to nothing else but a broom closet.
“I heard Fred and George talk about hiding from Filch in a broom closet before, but how could that possible help me now?” she thought to herself.
Cautiously, as if half expecting Harry and the others to bang open the door to the closet and jump out to scream “Surprise!”, Hermione approached the room. After creeping up and carefully turning the knob, Hermione checked to see if the corridor was clear, and jumped into the closet with newf con confidence, and slammed the rickety door.
It was predictably pitch black in the broom closet and so Hermione quickly drew her wand and muttered, “Lumos,” but absolutely nothing happened.
No light….
“Lumos!”
Still nothing….
“Lumos, goddammit, Lumos!”
Just when Hermione had finally figured out that her wand wouldn’t light, just when she decided that it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to go into a dingy old broom closet with no reassurance that it was safe, a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back. At the same exact time, another hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.
“Don’t move,” a husky voice demanded. “Don’t scream.”
Hermione said something to the affect of, “Oh, yeah, like I could scream,” but it came out more like, “ Duh duh, buh duh cud scud.”
Whoever had grabbed her had pulled her against his body, and was, for obvious reasons that disgusted Hermione at the time, male. Just when she was about to free her mouth from captivity and ask a few angry questions of whoever was holding her, the mysterious person spoke.
“It’s useless to try and get out, and there must be some kind of charm on this broom closet, because I’ve tried to do magic and I can’t”
The voice that addressed Hermione sounded oddly familiar, but being under shock of the circumstances, she couldn’t quite place a finger on who it was. While she was making some sort of mental checklist on possible candidates, the voice penetrated her thoughts and brought her back to reality.
“You’re a girl aren’t you?”
Hermione was so infuriated at that question that she didn’t use the opportunity that the mystery man’s hand left her mouth to scream for help, instead launching off furious sentences.
“Yes of course I am a girl! The nerve of yo-”
Before Hermione could finish her sentence, before she could tell Mr. X just exactly where he could shove his wand, his mouth covered hers. For a moment Hermione was too stunned to do anything, but when the reality of the situation dawned on her, she tried to struggle free. It was all useless; whoever was holding her in his arms was very strong, and determined at that. Then suddenly, something she never thought would happen to her occurred; a voice spoke to her inside her head!
“Why are you struggling?” the voice questioned. “Whoever’s making out with you is doing a right nice job.”
“Well yes, you’re right,” she replied to herself.
“Hehe!” said the voice in her head. “It’s been a long time since you’ve snogged!”
“Oh, what the fuck! I’m going absolutely batty hearing voices inside my head and entering unknown broom closets; I might as well become a loose woman!” she decided. And, acting very unHermioneish but feeling very self satisfied nonetheless, she returned the love to “X-man” by shooting her tongue into his mouth.
She must have caught him off guard because he pulled away from her and stood petrified in the dark for a few seconds before He-Who-Has-Not-Yet-Been-Named spoke.
“Wha-what?” he questioned in an uncertain voice.
“Well, you didn’t really expect to snog me senseless and me not get any action either, did you?!” Hermione shot back crisply.
“Nuh-no, I guess not.”
“Good, because I am having a terrible day, and I want to put this locked, dark broom closet to good use!” And without further ado, Miss Granger and Mr. Newly Regained Confidence crashed together and passionately made love to each other with their mouths.
There’s not much two mystery people (one female and one male) can do together in a locked, charmed, dark, dark broom closet, but these two sure checked one activity off the short list. After exploring each other’s mouths, Hermione grew impatient. She brushed her fingers over the broad chest of the person in front of her and hastily ripped the buttons off his vest, not caring whose property she was destroying, so long as she could get them naked as quick as possible. They were obviously feeling the same way, because Mr. Unknown quickly ripped her skirt off her hips and pushed her panties down to her ankles. Hermione was just about to take of his trousers when he removed her hands from him. Hermione had no idea what was going on until she felt X’s hot breath on her thighs.
“Oh god!” was the last thing she remembered saying.
His tongue covered her pussy and licked up her already steadily flowing juices as if the were melted ice cream. Hermione was now in a happy place where nobody but Mr. Mystery and his magical tongue mattered. She vaguely remembered thinking, “Krum never did this!” before leaning further into his face.
Hermione desperately grabbed for something to keep her shaking knees steady but instead settled for threading her fingers through her partner’s silky hair and moaning. He was now teasingly snaking his tongue up her channel all while drinking in her excitement like honey. Hermione felt herself nearing the peak and was ready for the fireworks when harsh reality gripped her and guy in the closet stopped his work.
“What the bloody hell? Don’t you even think about stopping there! No way!”
The voice ground out, “I’m not, but it’s like you said earlier. You didn’t think I was going to settle for no action, did you?”
And then, before she knew what was happening, before eve even knew that he had discarded his slacks, he entered her in one swift motion.
One thing must be said: Mr. X was a big man.
Really big. So big that Hermione could feel her tight channel expanding to fit him. She moaned and decided that this could definitely make up for loss of tongue. Just whhe whe was about to yell at him to get a move on, he began to withdraw.
Slowly….
But then he pushed back into her, as far as his manhood could go, and Hermione felt her hips crash against his. She was vaguely aware that he had her up against a wall, in a dark broom closet, still in her knee socks and loafers, in a position that would be quite humiliating if walked in on. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t even know whom he was…
That didn’t matter. This was the Room of Requirement so everthing that was happening was required, right? Hermione’s jumbled thoughts read something like that. Meanwhile, whoever he was took care in shagging her with extreme grace; biting her neck in all the right places and pounding her with Miracle Cock 2000.
“Oooh, god!” she moaned. Hermione squeezed her muscles around his working erection and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure. Knowing she was nearing her peak, she tried to warn mystery man but was then unable to make any sense with words. Hermione heard him moan and felt her muscles contract as she came. Whoever he was came not long after her and groaned and he spilled his seed into her.
They both collapsed onto the floor.
Hermione tried to take deep breaths but was aware of her panting, quickly beating heart, and the trickles of perspiration that covered her body. After many minutes of trying to calm herself, she untangled her body from Mister Unrevealed and tried to feel around the closet floor for her clothes. When she believed herself to be dressed to the best of her ability, she finally spoke, although conversation was awkward.
“Well, that was…. nice.”
“Yeah. Merlin, that was something good to do in a closet.”
“Yeah. Well, I’m going to try and open this door.”
Hermione had a feeling that the Room of Requirement had served its purpose. She felt around for the knob and finally grabbed it. Like she suspected, it turned, granting her access to the hallway. Although she had half a mind to run and not look back, she pulled the door until it was cracked and almost shut. It was still dark in the broom closet, but Hermione felt obliged to speak before she left. She turned in the dark in the direction that she suspected X-man to be standing.
“I want to thank you,” she said sincerely. “I really, really needed that.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I’ve got to go now,” she continued. “The others…they’ll be wondering what’s holding me up.”
“But don’t you wanna know…I mean…who I am?” he questioned curiously.
“No, I don’t. This will be our little secret, and I don’t want to spoil how I think of you.”
Hermione then strode over to the direction that his gruff voice was coming from and kissed him one last time. He kissed her back and she was happy to feel that someone, even if it was dark and her identity wasn’t revealed, didn’t think of her as “The Brain.”
“Goodbye,” Hermione said before running out of the broom closet and shutting the door behind her. Feeling that her walk was a productive one, she skipped happily down the hall. Only afteanciancing happily through the school to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room did Hermione meet Ron, who was looking as confused as ever. His face lit up when he caught sight of her and he exclaimed, “Hermione, where have you been?! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“Oh, I went for a little stroll,” she answered with a grin.
Suddenly Ron’s face looked startled, and he stared at Hermione as if she had grown five extra heads.
“ ‘Mione, is that a guy’s shirt you’re wearing?!”
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A/N: Second chappie will be up shortly! For those of you who asked, yes my old third chapter and new fourth one will also be up soon. By repost, I mean that I\'m reposting the old story and adding new chapters, as the other one was incomplete.
Rating: R
A/N: Warning! This is your average room of requirement smut. Do not expect any great masterpiece here. Reviews are greatly appreciated and will be rewarded with virtual cake. I know I didn\'t complete this story last summer, but I\'m determined now! Sorry, what can I say, I\'ve had \"account problems\"!
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Ron was being his typical insensitive self, Harry was in another touchy mood waiting to scream at whomever spoke to him next, and Ginny was having a nice snog session with yet another boyfriend. So Hermione, feeling unappreciated and disgruntled, decided to go for a little walk.
“As usual, everyone is too busy to care about me,” she sighed. “Oh well, what can you expect if you’re stereotyped ‘The Brain’?”
Poor, poor Hermione strolled out of the Gryffindor common room, past the library, (gasp!) and into a deserted corridor where she could pace and feel sorry for herself in peace. After about the third time back and fourth in the hall, Hermione realized that she was in the same corridor as the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls. From using the benefits of this hallway before to access the room where D.A. practice was held, Hermione knew that soon, the Room of Requirement would appear. Sure enough, as soon as she wheeled around to the side of the hallway opposite the tapestry, she noticed a dingy looking door that could lead to nothing else but a broom closet.
“I heard Fred and George talk about hiding from Filch in a broom closet before, but how could that possible help me now?” she thought to herself.
Cautiously, as if half expecting Harry and the others to bang open the door to the closet and jump out to scream “Surprise!”, Hermione approached the room. After creeping up and carefully turning the knob, Hermione checked to see if the corridor was clear, and jumped into the closet with newf con confidence, and slammed the rickety door.
It was predictably pitch black in the broom closet and so Hermione quickly drew her wand and muttered, “Lumos,” but absolutely nothing happened.
No light….
“Lumos!”
Still nothing….
“Lumos, goddammit, Lumos!”
Just when Hermione had finally figured out that her wand wouldn’t light, just when she decided that it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to go into a dingy old broom closet with no reassurance that it was safe, a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back. At the same exact time, another hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.
“Don’t move,” a husky voice demanded. “Don’t scream.”
Hermione said something to the affect of, “Oh, yeah, like I could scream,” but it came out more like, “ Duh duh, buh duh cud scud.”
Whoever had grabbed her had pulled her against his body, and was, for obvious reasons that disgusted Hermione at the time, male. Just when she was about to free her mouth from captivity and ask a few angry questions of whoever was holding her, the mysterious person spoke.
“It’s useless to try and get out, and there must be some kind of charm on this broom closet, because I’ve tried to do magic and I can’t”
The voice that addressed Hermione sounded oddly familiar, but being under shock of the circumstances, she couldn’t quite place a finger on who it was. While she was making some sort of mental checklist on possible candidates, the voice penetrated her thoughts and brought her back to reality.
“You’re a girl aren’t you?”
Hermione was so infuriated at that question that she didn’t use the opportunity that the mystery man’s hand left her mouth to scream for help, instead launching off furious sentences.
“Yes of course I am a girl! The nerve of yo-”
Before Hermione could finish her sentence, before she could tell Mr. X just exactly where he could shove his wand, his mouth covered hers. For a moment Hermione was too stunned to do anything, but when the reality of the situation dawned on her, she tried to struggle free. It was all useless; whoever was holding her in his arms was very strong, and determined at that. Then suddenly, something she never thought would happen to her occurred; a voice spoke to her inside her head!
“Why are you struggling?” the voice questioned. “Whoever’s making out with you is doing a right nice job.”
“Well yes, you’re right,” she replied to herself.
“Hehe!” said the voice in her head. “It’s been a long time since you’ve snogged!”
“Oh, what the fuck! I’m going absolutely batty hearing voices inside my head and entering unknown broom closets; I might as well become a loose woman!” she decided. And, acting very unHermioneish but feeling very self satisfied nonetheless, she returned the love to “X-man” by shooting her tongue into his mouth.
She must have caught him off guard because he pulled away from her and stood petrified in the dark for a few seconds before He-Who-Has-Not-Yet-Been-Named spoke.
“Wha-what?” he questioned in an uncertain voice.
“Well, you didn’t really expect to snog me senseless and me not get any action either, did you?!” Hermione shot back crisply.
“Nuh-no, I guess not.”
“Good, because I am having a terrible day, and I want to put this locked, dark broom closet to good use!” And without further ado, Miss Granger and Mr. Newly Regained Confidence crashed together and passionately made love to each other with their mouths.
There’s not much two mystery people (one female and one male) can do together in a locked, charmed, dark, dark broom closet, but these two sure checked one activity off the short list. After exploring each other’s mouths, Hermione grew impatient. She brushed her fingers over the broad chest of the person in front of her and hastily ripped the buttons off his vest, not caring whose property she was destroying, so long as she could get them naked as quick as possible. They were obviously feeling the same way, because Mr. Unknown quickly ripped her skirt off her hips and pushed her panties down to her ankles. Hermione was just about to take of his trousers when he removed her hands from him. Hermione had no idea what was going on until she felt X’s hot breath on her thighs.
“Oh god!” was the last thing she remembered saying.
His tongue covered her pussy and licked up her already steadily flowing juices as if the were melted ice cream. Hermione was now in a happy place where nobody but Mr. Mystery and his magical tongue mattered. She vaguely remembered thinking, “Krum never did this!” before leaning further into his face.
Hermione desperately grabbed for something to keep her shaking knees steady but instead settled for threading her fingers through her partner’s silky hair and moaning. He was now teasingly snaking his tongue up her channel all while drinking in her excitement like honey. Hermione felt herself nearing the peak and was ready for the fireworks when harsh reality gripped her and guy in the closet stopped his work.
“What the bloody hell? Don’t you even think about stopping there! No way!”
The voice ground out, “I’m not, but it’s like you said earlier. You didn’t think I was going to settle for no action, did you?”
And then, before she knew what was happening, before eve even knew that he had discarded his slacks, he entered her in one swift motion.
One thing must be said: Mr. X was a big man.
Really big. So big that Hermione could feel her tight channel expanding to fit him. She moaned and decided that this could definitely make up for loss of tongue. Just whhe whe was about to yell at him to get a move on, he began to withdraw.
Slowly….
But then he pushed back into her, as far as his manhood could go, and Hermione felt her hips crash against his. She was vaguely aware that he had her up against a wall, in a dark broom closet, still in her knee socks and loafers, in a position that would be quite humiliating if walked in on. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t even know whom he was…
That didn’t matter. This was the Room of Requirement so everthing that was happening was required, right? Hermione’s jumbled thoughts read something like that. Meanwhile, whoever he was took care in shagging her with extreme grace; biting her neck in all the right places and pounding her with Miracle Cock 2000.
“Oooh, god!” she moaned. Hermione squeezed her muscles around his working erection and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure. Knowing she was nearing her peak, she tried to warn mystery man but was then unable to make any sense with words. Hermione heard him moan and felt her muscles contract as she came. Whoever he was came not long after her and groaned and he spilled his seed into her.
They both collapsed onto the floor.
Hermione tried to take deep breaths but was aware of her panting, quickly beating heart, and the trickles of perspiration that covered her body. After many minutes of trying to calm herself, she untangled her body from Mister Unrevealed and tried to feel around the closet floor for her clothes. When she believed herself to be dressed to the best of her ability, she finally spoke, although conversation was awkward.
“Well, that was…. nice.”
“Yeah. Merlin, that was something good to do in a closet.”
“Yeah. Well, I’m going to try and open this door.”
Hermione had a feeling that the Room of Requirement had served its purpose. She felt around for the knob and finally grabbed it. Like she suspected, it turned, granting her access to the hallway. Although she had half a mind to run and not look back, she pulled the door until it was cracked and almost shut. It was still dark in the broom closet, but Hermione felt obliged to speak before she left. She turned in the dark in the direction that she suspected X-man to be standing.
“I want to thank you,” she said sincerely. “I really, really needed that.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I’ve got to go now,” she continued. “The others…they’ll be wondering what’s holding me up.”
“But don’t you wanna know…I mean…who I am?” he questioned curiously.
“No, I don’t. This will be our little secret, and I don’t want to spoil how I think of you.”
Hermione then strode over to the direction that his gruff voice was coming from and kissed him one last time. He kissed her back and she was happy to feel that someone, even if it was dark and her identity wasn’t revealed, didn’t think of her as “The Brain.”
“Goodbye,” Hermione said before running out of the broom closet and shutting the door behind her. Feeling that her walk was a productive one, she skipped happily down the hall. Only afteanciancing happily through the school to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room did Hermione meet Ron, who was looking as confused as ever. His face lit up when he caught sight of her and he exclaimed, “Hermione, where have you been?! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“Oh, I went for a little stroll,” she answered with a grin.
Suddenly Ron’s face looked startled, and he stared at Hermione as if she had grown five extra heads.
“ ‘Mione, is that a guy’s shirt you’re wearing?!”
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A/N: Second chappie will be up shortly! For those of you who asked, yes my old third chapter and new fourth one will also be up soon. By repost, I mean that I\'m reposting the old story and adding new chapters, as the other one was incomplete.