Seekers

Seekers


Harry/Hermione, Harry/Hermione/Cedric

AN: I wrote this fic for sunandsmut exchange on lj. Amy and Florahart betaed it.


2002

Ministry of Magic

She knew Harry was watching her. She could practically feel the weight of his green stare against her skin.

Hermione wasn’t sure when it had started. Maybe during the war, or perhaps during their Auror training. She wasn’t sure. Not that it really mattered anyway.

They simply weren’t only platonic best friends anymore.

Of course, neither he nor she had said or done anything to change the platonic status, but both of them knew it. They just knew it.

And perhaps, Hermione was starting to feel a little tired of that so much, so much nothing going on.

"Yes, Cedric,” she continued, ignoring Harry's gaze and lowering her voice to a husky near-whisper. "You are so right about that." She touched his chest as she spoke, and then deliberately released her hair from its clip to let it fall.

She was feeling good.

“Thank you, Hermione,” Cedric said, smiling at her. A part of her felt bad about doing this to him. He was really a sweet nice guy and she was just using (oh, such a bad word!) to make Harry take action! Sometimes she wondered if she would have to shag Cedric right there just to get a reaction from Harry.

“Not that I would really mind,” she thought. Of course, Cedric’s well toned body would very well reward some physical needs, but Hermione wasn’t fool enough to confuse sex with love. However, she was in such a strange position that she didn’t know whether she would be able to- She sighed. She wanted Harry.

“...don’t you think?” Cedric’s voice brought her back from her reverie. “Hermione?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, Cedric. I just spaced out for a moment here.” She smiled at him. He was indeed a handsome young man with his short cut brown hair, bright brown eyes, and a body that Hermione was sure that had made lots of witches heave a sigh. “You know, Ced, you do look good in this Auror uniform,” she commented, a coy smile playing on the corner of her lips, “You look really good in dark grey.”

Unconsciously, Cedric looked down at his body, pleased to say the least.

“Yeah.” He looked up her. “They make me feel sexy,” he replied playfully

Hermione just laughed quietly, taking another look at his uniform. In truth it was something simple: dark grey trousers and buttoned- shirt.

“You are also look good, Hermione,” he said after a second.

“Me?” Hermione looked down at her dark brown pencil skirt and white Lausanne Blouse. “This old thing?”

‘Merlin, I am sounding like Lavender,’ she thought to herself, but then a quick look at Harry told her that it was worthwhile.

However, when Hermione looked back at Cedric she noticed he had a different expression on his face.

Surprising her, he put a hand on her waist, bringing her close to him. “I know what you are doing, Miss Granger,” Cedric whispered into her ear. Hermione looked up at him, opening her mouth to say something but he lightly shook his head. “Shhh...don’t need to say anything. Only a blind, or stupid person wouldn't notice how both of you have been playing.” He was looking straightly into her eyes. “I know you would never have those feelings you have for Harry towards me. Truly, I even don’t know if I would want this kind of romantic endeavor.” He let go of her waist and then gently took her hands into his, raising his voice a little. “However, this doesn’t mean that we can’t-”

She suddenly felt a strong hand grasping her waist, pulling her away. Hermione looked to the side, and her eyes met Harry’s angry gaze. His green eyes appeared darker than she had seen for a long time, and his breathing was erratic, giving him an air of power. Hermione felt herself shivering- and excitement.

“Cedric,” Harry said through his teeth, “I need to a have a word with Hermione here, okay?”

He didn’t even bother to wait for Cedric’s reply; he simply pulled Hermione and himself into his office, slamming the door behind them.

“That was totally uncalled, Harry Potter!” she cried. “I was talking with Cedric!”

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t worry, he will survive!” Harry mocked, angrily pacing back and forth in front of her. He stopped and took a deep a deep breath before turning to face her. “And you, Hermione, what you were doing? Insinuating yourself at him like that?!”

Hermione let go a dry laugh. “Insinuating?” She shook her head. “You must be kidding me!”

Without taking his gaze out hers, Harry leaned closer and grabbed her by her shoulders. “Yes, insinuating. Flirting.” He looked down at her lips, and unconsciously she began to lick them, her heart beating fast. “I observed, I watched your sly, slow talk, Granger.Do you have any idea what are doing to me?” His voice was rasping, and his grip was becoming even stronger.

“I was only talking with Cedric,” she replied smiling mischievously. “He is a good guy, he’s your partner, after all.”

“Yeah, he is a good Auror,” he said as he shortened the distance between them, causing his lips to barely touching hers, “but I don’t want him too close to you.”

“Why?” She brought her hands to his dark hair. “Why, Harry? Why don’t you want me too close to Cedric.”

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but closed it a moment later, and instead of saying anything else, he simply let go his grasp, turning his back at her, running his hands into his hair as he took a couple of steps away from her.

At this, Hermione blinked, confused. “H-Harry?”

With his head buried in his hands, Harry merely shook his head.

Hermione walked towards him, and gently touched his shoulder. “What’s this, Harry?”

He turned around and looked at her. “I can’t, Hermione. I can’t be like this anymore.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“I can’t see you talking with other guys!” he cried angrily. “I can’t bear to think you would kiss another bloke! I-” He stopped when he noticed she was smiling at him. “Why are you smiling?”

“Maybe I don’t want to kiss another boy.”

“I-”

“Maybe I want be kissed, and touched, and what else more by a certain boy.”

“I don’t-”

Hermione couldn’t help but groan. “God, Harry, do I have to spell it out for you?”

Grinning like a fool, Harry took her in his. “No, you don’t,” he said, before crashing his mouth onto hers.

The kiss wasn’t what people like to call sweet or tender. It was passionate, like it was laced with fire. Harry seemed to want to devour her, to taste each inch of her mouth; simply memorize how she felt, her flavor.

Hermione had her hands lost in his dark locks, a cold shiver on her spine as she felt his fingers traveling up and down her back, inside her blouse.

“God, I love you,” he moaned against her lips as they broke in need of air supply. “I love you so much.” He started kissing her neck. “And I want you so much”

“I want you too,” she replied hoarsely, unbuttoning his belt, slowing slipping down his trousers zipper. “I love you, and I've wanted you for so long, Harry.” She smiled and took his penis into her hands, stroking it gently, feeling contently it growing against her palm. .

“Hermione...” his voice was barely a moan. “We-”

“Make love with me, Harry.”

Without saying a word, Harry brought his lips to hers as he took her in his arms and placed her on the edge of his desk. Hermione muffled a moan against his mouth, as her eyes closed, her fingers digging against his shoulder, while Harry’s lips continued to chafe aggressively against hers.

“I love you, Hermione,” he moaned against her mouth.

Hermione felt herself growing uncontrollably wet, as he roughly dragged up her skirt, and in an almost grotesque movement pulled her panties down. Harry wasn’t gentle or careful, and didn’t even ask if she was sure. His first thrust was rough, and fast. Exactly the way she wanted to be loved, to be fucked.

“Hermione,” he groaned as if he was trying to concentrate on the feel of her enclosing him.

Wrapping her legs around him, Hermione urged him to move. “God, Harry, please...”

Harry captured her mouth once again and they began to move, at first at a leisurely speed, until she grew impatient?.

“F-Faster...” she moaned unsteadily.

His thrusts then became faster until with a with a final thrust he finally poured himself inside her Feeling his white seed washing inside her …bringing to her body all kinds of sensations she had never thought she'd experience.

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yes! Yes!” she cried, vaguely remembering that the door was only closed and not locked- that they hadn't used a Silencing Charm.

“Hermione!”

“Harry!”

There weren’t sweet touches, perfumed candles, romantic dinners.

It had been much better.

***

Eight Years Later...

Ministry of Magic, Cafeteria

“Until later then,” Cedric said, giving Hermione a gently kiss on the cheek. He looked at Harry, who- like Hermione- was sitting at one of the Cafeteria’s table. “See you.”

“See you, Cedric,” the couple replied at same time. Cedric gave them a nod and then walked away.

“What’s so funny, Mrs. Potter?” Harry asked as he turned his attention to Hermione. She had a playful smile on her lips.

“You.”

He looked puzzled at her. “What’s so funny about me?”

“Do you remember eight years ago?” He nodded smiling. “You were so jealous of Cedric! And now...Sometimes is a little difficult to understand it, don’t you think?”

Harry reached her hands over the table, taking them into his own. “Eight years ago I was a blind thick bloke afraid to admit my feelings towards my best friend,” he said. “I was afraid, yes- I think afraid is the only word to describe that- to approach but I also didn’t want to see with another man.” He smiled. “But now, I know- I don’t have doubts or feel afraid that...” He sighed. “For as wild as our fantasies may be, I know that our love is strong enough. And if I have to share your body with someone else- Cedric is someone I can trust with my life.” Harry brought then one of her hands to his mouth, kissing it softly. “I can’t say that seven years ago I wasn’t a little- well, a lot jealous and unsure when you confessed me about your fantasy...but looking now, it was our best decision.”

“Never deny a fantasy.”

“Never deny a fantasy,” he agreed. “I love you, you know that, don’t you Hermione?”

She beamed.

“You make me so happy, so content. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve any of this.”

“Harry-”

“I am not talking about the sex, the fantasies, our little games,” he continued. “I don’t mean that these things aren’t important- and good. But us is so much than that. I can’t really say what would be of myself without you, without your love. You gave me so much, love. You gave me your love, your body, a family. Such a beautiful family.” Still holding her hands, he lifted himself from the chair and turned around the table, coming near her. Hermione had also stood up, so there were face to face.

“Thank you,” he whispered folding his arms against her body. “Thank you.”

Hermione sighed contently, resting her head against his chest. “I love you, Harry,” she said.

He lowered his head and then placed a gently kiss on her lips. He was about to deep the kiss when two small voices made them pull apart.

“Mummy! Daddy!”

“Ewww!”

Harry and Hermione turned their gazes to Maggie and Jacob, their four and six year old children. With them was their nanny, Miss Annier.

“Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Potter,” the young nanny apologized, “but they want to see you two before I take them to the Burrow.”

“That’s okay, Annier,” Harry said taking a giggling Maggie into his arms.

“But I had told you that we wouldn’t go out without seeing you, huh?” Hermione asked her son, raising an eyebrow.

The young boy did his best to look ashamed. “I guess I forgot, mummy.” He looked down. “Don’t you like that we came here?”

Hermione brought a hand to her mouth, shaking her head. She knelt down in front of him and lightly squeezed his shoulders. “Of course not sweetheart. I was only kidding,” she said, “now, about to gave you mummy a super hug?”

Jacob smiled and wrapped his small arms around her. “I love you mummy.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Hermione placed a kiss on his cheek before stand up. She went to Harry and Maggie and also kissed her daughter on the cheek. “And I love you, my sweet.”

“And me?” Harry asked pretending to pout. “No kisses for me?”

Hermione shook her head playfully and then kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you too, you silly man!”

Later, at night.

A Pub, London

“Ah!” Hermione let go a mixture of hiss and moan as Harry slammed fiercely inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist trying to establish herself. “God, Har-” He saved her from making a loud scream (and bringing attention to them), kissing her hard on the mouth.

Eight years, and Hermione couldn’t get tired of his taste, his scent, his everything. Each time they had sex, made love, or simply fucked – it was like home. He, inside her, tasting her … was like a conscious madness.

They simply were one. She still remembered how he had been concerned after that first time, in the Ministry- how he had kissed her in the aftermath, apologizing for his ‘sexually predatory’ behavior. Hermione had said she had wanted it that way- but they'd ended making love more quietly in her bedroom after some minutes.

‘Thank Merlin for Apparation, she had thought at time.

“Love you, my everything,” Harry moaned against her mouth, still inside her, his breathing in a rapid movement “Love you too,” Hermione moaned back, holding him tightly, pulling him further inside her. “Love you forever.”

And then he captured her mouth once again as he gave her his final thrust, his seed washing inside of her.

*

After they finished and cleaned themselves, Harry and Hermione continued to sit in that same dark corner of the crowed pub. It always amazed, and excited her, how they could make love in a public place like, only hidden by the darkness.

“I need you again, Harry,” she hissed against his ear, licking his neck. “Merlin help me but I need you again.”

Harry brought a hand inside her skirt and began to play gently against her skin. “Relax, love,” he replied. His eyes were fixed at something behind her. “Today is our anniversary, the children are at The Burrow...the night all ours...yours.” He leaned closer, thrusting a finger inside, causing her to bite her lip in a silly attempt to not moan aloud. “Today is a day to fulfill fantasies,.” He moved his finger harder against her, looking slyly at her, and then at that previous point behind her.

Curious, Hermione turned her head and, even in the dim pub, she saw...

Standing near the bar.

Cedric.

The game was about to begin. They would start to play their roles- pretending it was the first time. She looked back at her husband as he pulled his finger out of her. “I think you would like a drink, love?” she asked, taking his finger in her mouth, tasting her own fluids or arousal or something.

“Only if you want,” Harry said, and then took his finger from her mouth and cupped her face with his hands. “We’ll only do this if you want, Hermione.” He paused and then gave her a quick peck on her lips. Hermione knew it might sound silly but everytime- every single time she heard Harry asking her if she was sure she felt more save, more love.

“You are my wife, my best friend, my lover, my love, the mother of my children...you are my life- and I don't you to feel uncomfortable.” Harry smiled as his fingers got lost into her curly hair. “I am a jealous, and sometimes even possessive bloke, but my love for you in bigger than any silly...thought.” He kissed her again.

With her eyes darkened with desire, Hermione gave him a short nod.

“Are you sure?”

“I love you, Harry.”

She had given her answer.

***

Potters’ Residence

Harry and Hermione’s bedroom

Hermione and Cedric were on the bed. She lay down, eyes closed, as Cedric slowly undressed her.

Harry was sitting in an arm chair in front of the bed.

Watching.

In all those years of marriage, Harry had found a pleasure in watching Hermione having sex with Cedric. If in the beginning he had felt jealousy towards his partner, now it was like he had some sense of control- that they, Cedric and Hermione, was shagging only because he, Harry, wanted them to.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” he asked in a horse voice.

“Yesss,” Cedric hissed as he bended his head, slowly licking the valley between her breasts, “Gorgeoussss....”

Hermione bent her head back, a moan escaping from her lips. Cedric’s tongue was softly and sexily wet.

He went down licking, kissing her breasts, her stomach, her lower belly.

Hermione’s heart jolted in excitement and anticipation as she felt him ripping off her skirt, and then his panties. She let go a loud moan as his tongue went inside her, his hands spreading her legs even wider.

Oh god Oh god Oh god!

Hermione had been surprised when Cedric had accepted her and Harry’s proposition of playing seven years ago.

“I always wanted to feel you,” Cedric had said, “but I also know I don’t have any sort of romantic feelings. This way we can play without anyone been hurt. Or better, without Harry killing me.”

“She tastes wonderful, doesn’t she, Diggory?” she could hear Harry’s hushed voice.

Hermione brought her hands to Cedric’s brown hair, forcing him a little more against her folds.

“Oh god!” she cried out aloud, finally opening her eyes. “Oh god!” Cedric was now kissing her tights and she wondered how-and when--he had got naked.

That’s beside the point, Hermione!

She looked at Harry, who was stroking himself, and she smiled gratefully. He nodded. Hermione looked back at Cedric, who had his eyes boring into her and hissed, “I want you inside me, Cedric.”

Cedric didn’t have to be told twice, and began to adjust his position between her legs. He interlaced his fingers in her soft locks. “You are even more gorgeous than I have ever dreamed,” he whispered, placing soft and gentle kisses all over her face. “Time passes and you feel even better.”

“Me too,” she replied in a not so quiet whisper as if she was making sure Harry had heard. “I want you- I want you to make love with me, Cedric.”

“I would never want to do anything else,” he whispered back, before capturing her mouth and finally entering her.

The feeling of having Cedric inside her was different and wonderfully good. Like Harry, he was gentle- but in a different kind of way. He started slowly, as if he were trying to adjust, to feel her. His hands were forcefully grabbing the sheets as he supported himself against her

Hermione felt her heartbeat accelerating as his thrusts came faster and harder.

“Harder! Harder!”

“Hermione!”

She was about to cry, to scream, whatever her body permitted when suddenly she felt a finger been pushed inside her back entrance.

“Ahhhh!” she cried in ecstasy and delicious pain. She turned a little her head and saw him.

Harry.

He began to not so gently move his finger against her arse.

“Ohhh...” Hermione groaned as she felt herself starting to get wet all over the area, and pulled his finger out of her.

Harry then, without anticipation, or anything in that matter, slammed inside her arse.

Just. Simply. Plainly thrusting hard into her.

“We want to see you scream,” he hissed against her ear, giving her shivers. “I want to hear you screaming until you can’t hold yourself anymore, until lose you own voice.” Harry moved against her and leaned his head towards Cedric and kissed him on the mouth, a long and lustful kiss.

Hermione loved seeing them kiss

Hermione had never seen anything so erotic.

Hermione had never felt anything so erotic.

They moved together inside her as if they had choreographed it. She felt that she might explode, or melt in such sweat- and passion.

“Always tight,” Harry said hoarsely.

Everything about this was so new, and yet so familiar- that no thought or words, or even fantasies could describe the powerful sensation.

“You feel so good,” Cedric hissed

And like it was a choreography Cedric and Harry gave their final thrust against her, causing her to scream in a non stop pleasure.

*

“Are you alright, love?” Harry asked after some time, softly caressing her nipples. The three of them were lying together, in a content and comfortable silence.

“We didn’t hurt you, did we?” Cedric spoke softly, his finger brushing her damp sweaty hair.

“No,” Hermione replied lazily. She kissed Cedric gently on the lips, and then Harry. “You were wonderful. Both of you.”

“Good,” they said together, as Cedric began to nip her hardening nipples, and Harry licked her neck; apparently they still wanted more.

“But,” she continued, and they stopped their ministrations, looking up at her, “what about changing positions?”


Finis