Keen on Body contact

Disclaimer: Don`t own anyone from the Harry Potter Universe although I'd like to.

AN: Well, this is my first PWP. Not really my first story though, my others are at ff.net. I hope you like it and please leave a review, I love em. And please don`t flame me if it's bad.

It was the weekly night of clubbing for Hermione and her two best friends, Mary and Susan. They were in their favourite club in London.
As Joe, the bartender, saw them enter the club he started to mix their standard drinks, coke with a shot of schnapps.

He watches the three of them come into his directions. He thought that Hermione looked smashing; she wore a black neck holder and a matching black mini skirt, showing her long legs. On her feet she wore boots with high heels, reaching up to her knee. Mary and Susan wore nearly the same attire, but he had a crush on Hermione since the first day she entered the club but he never dared to ask her.

“Hey Joe,” said Hermione. Or at least she tried to, the music was already at an ear numbing volume and she had to shout than talk normally.
He nodded to her and handed her the drinks for her and ner friends.
“Thanks,” said Susan.
They turned to watch the people on the dance floor dancing and grinding against each other.

The three of them looked at each other and no ten seconds later they were on the dance floor too, moving sensuously against each other and giving the boys some eyes full.
They were laughing and having much fun, but they never thought about letting a guy join them.
Several drinks and exhausting dances later, Hermione felt an immediate urge. She excused herself and made her way through the club to the restrooms.

The club was really crowded by now and she bumped into several bodies.
“Excuse me, could you let me through there,” she asked a tall blonde guy, blocking her way. She already tried to get past him, without waiting for his answer.
He turned and just said:” Can’t you go somewhere else, there’s plenty of room…”
“Look, if there was more room I wouldn’t have asked, and if you`re not so keen on body contact you shouldn’t have come here,” Hermione said and walked on, leaving a flabbergasted guy watching after her.
She moved on, thinking that the guy seemed familiar to her, but she wasn’t able to place him.

In the hall to the rest rooms the music was muted and Hermione was grateful for that because a small headache was approaching her. She went to the ladies room and finished her business, checking her make up on her way back out again.

She still thought about the guy, but once she was outside the restroom again she forgot him again.
Mary and Susan were already waiting for her, with a new drink. Hermione looked at them and knew what would happen the next morning if she’d drink on.

“Mary, Susan…I think I’ll head home. My heads already starting to ache and I think it would benefit me much if I’d drink this one also,” Hermione said. Mary looked sad but nodded.

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As Hermione exited the club she again didn’t notice two grey eyes following her.
She still was in a good mood and swayed her hips to the music, which was still clearly to hear outside the club.
Walking down the street to a secluded corner from where she could Apparate home to her apartment she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
She turned around and saw a tall guy with blonde hair behind her. It was the guy who wouldn’t make space for her in the club.

She stopped and watched him come closer.
He stopped right in front of her. She had to crane her neck to fully see his face and not only his chin. He looked at her with his storm grey eyes and in a low voice, which send shivers down her spine, he said: “You made a little comment in there which I don’t appreciate, Hermione!”
He emphasized her name.
To say she was shocked would be a mistake. “How do you know my name? What do you want?”

He just smirked at her and walked past her without even glancing back. He knew that she would be curious as to why he knew her name.
Hermione gaped but then her pride kicked in and she turned to run after him.

‘Nobody leaves me behind!’ she thought.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, not answering my question”, she shouted after him. He stopped and turned his head.
“I always thought that you are such a know-it-all and wouldn’t forget a face.”
He then walked on. ‘Just a few more metres’ he thought, and true to his plan she still followed him.

Just as she neared him, he turned and pulled her into a little side street.
She was too shocked to react and before she could call for help she was pressed into a wall with a tall body leaning into her and lips covering hers in a hard kiss.
Against every principle Hermione had she was kissing him back. The only thought left in her head was ’Man, he can kiss’.
She tasted the alcohol he drank earlier and close up smelled his perfume, which had a hint of orange to it.

Her hands were trapped between them while his hands roamed he body freely. He found her breast and played with her nipple that eagerly poked through her cloth.
She moaned into the kiss and they broke apart both heavily panting.
She still couldn’t place him, but that was the last thing she wanted to think about right now.

Her hands were still trapped between them and she itched to run them through his hair.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” he said huskily, and before she could react he had Apparated them to large bedroom with the biggest bed she had ever seen.
‘He’s a wizard’, her mind screamed, and she wanted to back away from him but he wouldn’t let her. He merely backed her against the bed and when she fell on it he snapped with his fingers and silken cords binded themselves around her wrists and the bedspread.

She became more and more frightening as she wasn’t able to reach her wand.
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
“Mmmh, let’s think about that. Maybe what you denied me some years ago…ooh and before I forget it. Accio wand” and Hermione’s wand flew into his outstretched hands.
He began pacing in front of the bed, still smirking and watching her.
“Well, as I already told you, you made a little comment back in the club which I didn’t think was amusing, and therefore you’re here, that I can prove you otherwise.”
Hermione was getting wide eyed. “You don’t mean this little comment about body contact, do you?” He nodded. “That was just a comment. You don’t have to prove me anything.”

“Oh, but I believe I have to.”
With that ha snapped his fingers again and her eyes were blindfolded.
She was now really scared. Not even for the fact of being scared in itself but for the fact that he aroused to no point.
She strained her ears to hear him but there was nothing. The first thing she then felt were his hands, slowly creeping up her calves and then easing the zipper of her boot down, and then slowly taking her boot of. Then she felt his hands on her other leg repeating the procedure.

She was still scared but he was so gentle in caressing of her legs that she never thought of kicking him or about anything else as a matter of fact. Because his hands had already gone back to her legs and were now teasingly marching upwards to her miniskirt.
But instead of the thing she wanted to do him most he lifted his hands and but them under the hem of her neck holder. She started writhing beneath him and he just chuckled.

With one hand he went to her neck and opened the closure of her top. As it came loose, he started kissing his way up from her cleavage to her mouth. Hovering within an inch above her lips. She was itching for him to kiss her already and as he didn’t move she took the initiative and closed the gap between them. As soon as her lips touched his, he was kissing her back eagerly, nudging at her lips with his tongue, and she opened them, inviting him to explore her mouth.

While he was kissing her one of his hands slowly inched his way to her breast, which was still covered but within second he had removed the garment with a movement of his hands. ‘Wandless magic is a blessing’, where both their thoughts.
As soon as the garment was out of his way, his hand started rolling the peppled nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
He then moved from her mouth to her neck sucking at the junction between her neck and shoulders.

Hermione was now seriously aroused and her hips were pushing herself up against the trousers of her tormentor.
Just then she noticed that he was wearing no shirt and the felling of naked skin was glorious against hers.
He moved lower with his mouth and started sucking on her other nipple which has been neglected so long.

All the while his other hand was creeping down to the hem of her skirt and again inching up to her treasure. She began arching into his touch and as he fell no resistance on the way to his goal, he moved his mouth up to her ear and whispered:” No knickers…mammy…definitely a plus.”

Then he resumed his task of tormenting her nipples and simultaneously tormented her nub.
Hermione was now panting and moaning so hard, she felt that any moment she would fly over a cliff, but just as she thought she would he stopped.
She whimpered and pushed her hips against his and felt the bulge pressing against her.
He kissed his way down to hem of her skirt and she felt the zipper being lowered and her skirt slowly pushed down her legs.
As she was still blindfolded she didn’t know what was going to happen next but soon she felt something feathery and light touch her. It began at her face, touching her eyes and lips and wandered down her neck to circle her nipples which were becoming even harder by this ministration. It then was heading farther south to the little patch of hair between her legs and as soon as it touched her there she was writhing even harder.

“Please…” she moaned.
“Please what”, he asked her innocently.
“I need you.”
As soon as those words were out of her mouth she felt the thing be removed, and then she felt him between her legs nudging them farther apart. She also felt him nudging her with the head of his cock not fully entering her but enough to bring her back to the cliff.
Then suddenly he yanked back her blindfold and in the same moment pushed into her hard.

She moaned and came hard around him. He stayed still in her. When she came down from her high he started moving with deep and long strokes.
“Unbind me please. I want to touch you”, she asked between moaning and panting. He kissed her again and she felt her hands being released. She brought them up to his glorious hair and his muscled back.
Soon she was again writhing beneath him. He brought his hand from her breast between them and started tormenting her nub.
She was near the end again and suddenly she cried out and came with him following shortly after her.

He collapsed on her and then rolled off of her cradling her to him.
“I hate it when you do that. I should have never showed you how to make the temporary Obliviate”, she said tiredly.
He smirked down at her.
“I know that you hate it, but don’t tell you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
She mumbled something which resembled fuck you, but she was fast approaching sleep and he was sleepy himself. So they slowly drifted into Morpheus Empire.