Of Schoolgirls and Pirates
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Of Schoolgirls and Pirates
Author's Note. Alrighty, so here's my input to the October challenge, I hope you all enjoy reading it!
And so obviously, this is in response to a challenge. It is the October challenge over at Granger Enchanted. The rules for it are:
Hermione must be over 18 and the fic must be set after Deathly Hallows (ignoring or incorporating R/HR canon)
Fics between R rating and NC17 Rating
Although set after Deathly Hallows, feel free to ignore canon deaths :D (I know I will be)
Props must include the following :- Gryffindor School Tie, School Skirt, grey pleated.
The following lines must be used "Every school boys dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them" "I knew all that time spent in the library would be beneficial"(Hermione)
Hermione is to be the seductress.
Characters can be anyone in the HP universe but must not be femmeslash :D
Entries for our October Challenge should be in by the 25th.
Fics should be minimum of 1000 words :D
Here is a link to the costume Hermione is wearing..... http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/sexy-booty-pirate-costume.html
Shout out to DJ, who helped with the concept of Ron's costume. Oh, and my Seamus is movie Seamus, not book Seamus.
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Hermione looked down at her outfit. It was the most risque thing she had ever worn and she was slightly worried about how her boys would react; especially Ron. She wasn't stupid; she knew he had a crush on her, she just didn't feel the same way about him. At least, not since the Lavender Brown incident of sixth year. Since the defeat of You-Know-Who the previous summer, everyone had been looking for any reason they could find to celebrate, which is how Ginny had roped her into going to a costume party at a popular wizarding nightclub in the middle of muggle London.
Now that she was wearing her costume, she felt even more self-concious than when she had just tried it on in the shop under Ginny's persuasion. She was dressed as a pirate in black thigh highs with red bows that had skulls on them under knee high black stiletto boots and a black skirt that would fail to cover her black knicker clad ass at all if it weren't for the white and red striped frays coming from the bottom of it, even those barely grazing the tops of the nylons. There was a matching gold skull pinned to the front of the skirt where a belt buckle would be if there was room for a belt. Her top was a black vest style bustier with gold buttons, the cups for her breasts in the same red and white striped material as the skirt. She then accessorized with large gold hoop earrings and a black pirate hat, complete with a black feather and red bow as she let her hair go free down her back, having charmed it into soft waves. It had turned out that minor glamour spells were common in the wizarding world, just prohibited at Hogwarts to try and alleviate some of the cliquishness of school children. She lined her eyes with black kohl and applied some red lipgloss, deciding that the costume itself was enough of a statement.
Her trepadition increased as she heard a knock at her door. She stared at the offending plank of wood as she debated whether to open it or not. "Hermione, open your door, everyone's waiting for you," came Ginny's voice. Running her hands down her body in a nervous gesture, Hermione went over and opened the door for her friend. Ginny was dressed in red stilettos, red patent leather pants and a red patent leather corset, her makeup in shades of red and black, a headband of devil horns over charmed pure red hair and a forked tail attached to the pants completing the look.
"Hermione, you look great," Ginny said, grabbing a hold of her hand and dragging her out of the room. From the top of the stairs she could see Harry and Ron sitting on the couch in conversation. Harry was wearing a pimp outfit, complete with a long bright coat, a fuzzy hat and a fedora. Ron, on the other hand, was wearing a long tattered black robe with an overlarge hood that was hanging down the back. He had yellowed his teeth, blacking out a couple of them; his face looked gaunt and hollowed, in his eyes were muggle cat-eye contacts and his hair, which had grown almost as long as Bill's, was primped so that it stuck out in every direction, some strands their natural color, others in shades of grey and black. When they heard the moise of Hermione and Ginny's shoes on the stairs, they both stood up, revealing Ron to be wearing large boots that made loud clumping noises whenever he took a step, and he was stooped over with a large hump on his back, a gnarled cane resting in his equally gnarled hand.
When Hermione came properly into view, both men's jaws practically hit the floor. "Doesn't she look great!" Ginny gushed with a grin on her face. She had known for years that her best female friend had an awesome body but was too shy to show it and she was happy that it was finally making an appearance. She only hoped that Hermione would be able to find herself a guy, even if just for a fling. Since the war had ended, Hermione had taken her NEWT's and passed with all O's, even having taken the year off, and was going to school to learn to be a Healer. This was the first night she had taken away from studying in so long that Ginny was surprised that Hermione was still finding time to stay friends with her and the boys.
When neither Harry nor Ron had stopped staring at their female best friend with not so much as a blink in a full minute, Ginny snapped her fingers in front of their faces. "Oi! She's hot, but it's still Hemione. And what are you looking at anyway, Harry James Potter?"
Harry blushed lightly as he mumbled an apology to Ginny, who was barely holding in her laughter as Ron turned an ever brighter red than her outfit. "So... shouldn't we be going?" asked Hermione, who felt that if they weren't on their way soon she would chicken out and just stay at home with her studying.
"Yes, we should," answered Ginny, placing warming charms on herself and Hermione so they wouldn't have to put on jackets. The group then apparated to a nearby alley before walking the rest of the way to the club, passing many other dressed up muggles and wizards.
After they each paid two galleons they were let into the club, where they were bombarded with the room shaking music of a popular wrock band. The group looked around, taking in their surroundings and scoping the place out. After going to the bar and ordering a couple rounds of drinks, they made their way to an empty table that was near both the bar and the dance floor.
By the time they had finished their third drinks, they had each spent a decent time dancing and the rest of the time looking out for people they knew from school. They had seen Pansy Parkinson dressed as Medusa, her hair charmed into moving snakes, with Draco Malfoy, who was dressed as a Roman warrior. A few people had also come to their table to visit with them, and even Lavender came over to shamelessly hit on Ron as she practically fell over, she was so drunk.
Leaving her friends at the table, Hermione made her way to the bar to get another round for them all, but she never made it so far. She was stopped in her tracks as she stared at a form leaning against the bar itself. After shaking her head back to her slightly more than buzzed reality, she stepped up to the bar, smiling at her former housemate.
"Nice costume, Seamus," she commented, her eyes once more roving his body from the black Mary Janes to the white knee high socks over his hairy legs, up to the short, grey pleated school skirt and the white oxford that he had tied in a knot above his naval, all of the buttons left open with a trail of brown fuzz leading down beneath the waist of his skirt. He had on a loosely tied Gryffindor striped tie around his neck, falling over the knot in his shirt. He hadn't even tried for makeup or hair, leaving his face clean-shaven and his hair in the short brown spikes she had known and loved during her school years.
"Hermione?" he asked, his eyes roaming her body just as obviously as hers had a moment before.
She wasn't sure if it was a side efect of the alcohol, or a confidence boost from the many looks, whistles, comments and dance invites she had gotten over the evening, but she suddenly felt bold, and looking at the fine speciman of cross-dressed man in front of her, rather horny.
"Yup," she responded, moving in so her body was practically touching his. She let her finger travel the length of his tie to the knot in the shirt, causing him to give an audible gulp. "Dance with me?" she requested, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Never could say no to a beautiful lady," he responded, smiling. She grinned at him and wrapped her hand around the tie, leading him to the dance floor. Even one hour ago, had someone told him that the sexiest woman he had ever seen would be grinding against him, rubbing their most intimate parts together on the dance floor, he would have told then they were crazy. If the person had then told him that woman would be straight-laced Hermione Granger, he would have laughed in their face.
As Hermione danced against him, there was no mistaking the effect she was having on him. Deciding to take the risk, she leaned into him and licked up his neck until she was nibbling on his earlobe. She undulated her lower body against his as she pressed their lips together, her tongue probing his mouth for entrance, which he gladly gave after the initial shock. It was one of the most heated kisses either had experienced before, one of his hands cupping her ass, the other on the small of her back, hers roaming his back as they continued to move with the music.
"Come with me," she breathed against his swollen lips before licking them sensously. When he nodded, she bestowed a light kiss on his lips before once again grabbing a hold of his tie, pulling him along behind her, his tie being pulled from over her shoulder. He followed as closely as possible, his hands on her bare stomach and his erection hid between their bodies. As she passed her table without realizing it, Seamus couldn't help but notice the daggers that were being glared at him by Ron and he also couldn't help but grin back.
Hermione led him straight into the ladies room and straight into the largest stall, ignoring some looks from the other restroom patrons that included Lavender and Parvati Patil. In the stall, she pulled out her wand, cleaning up the stall, silencing it, and adding a soft lid to the toilet, to which Seamus gave her an impressed look. "I knew all that time in the library would be beneficial," came her raspy response before she attacked his mouth, her hands working on the knot in his shirt. When she got it undone, she left his mouth, licking at his salty skin to his hard nipples that had a smattering of brown hair around them. Suddenly, she pulled down his underwear, letting it drop to his calves as she pushed him down onto the transfigured toilet lid.
She leaned over to kiss him again as her hand found his thick hard shaft, giving it a few pumps before she brought herself down on it, having moved over the crotch of her knickers. At the same time, he had freed her breasts from her costume and was playing with them, tweaking the nipples and weighing them in his hands. She moaned deeply into the kiss before breaking it, using his shoulders for leverage as she stared moving slovly up and down his cock. He replaced one of his hands with his mouth on her breast, only to find it a hard task keeping it in his mouth as she went faster and faster, eventually bouncing on him, her breasts jiggling up and down as they were caught in the motion.
"You know, every school boys dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them," he told her, looking up at her face.
"Then I guess it' s too bad that you're a school girl tonight, and that neither of us are naked," she replied, stopping any response with her tongue in his mouth. She reached down to stimulate her clit and he grabbed a hold of her hips, keeping them in place as he pumped erratically into her, each reaching their peak within moments of each other, screaming out obsceneties.
She rested her head on his, which was against her collarbone as they caught their breath. She stood up and cleaned them off before they both adjusted their clothing back to their original states. Just before she opened the door to leave, he pulled her close to him. "How about we try this again sometime somewhere we can actually be naked?"
"We'll see," she smirked. "Here's my address." She conjured a pen and wrote her address on the back of his hand before disappearing back to her table, where she downed the shot that was sitting in front of a really angry, drunk Ron and sat next to Ginny, who was watching Harry dance with Parvati, a smile never leaving Hermione's face.
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End note. wrock is wizard rock. thanks for reading, please review!
And so obviously, this is in response to a challenge. It is the October challenge over at Granger Enchanted. The rules for it are:
Hermione must be over 18 and the fic must be set after Deathly Hallows (ignoring or incorporating R/HR canon)
Fics between R rating and NC17 Rating
Although set after Deathly Hallows, feel free to ignore canon deaths :D (I know I will be)
Props must include the following :- Gryffindor School Tie, School Skirt, grey pleated.
The following lines must be used "Every school boys dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them" "I knew all that time spent in the library would be beneficial"(Hermione)
Hermione is to be the seductress.
Characters can be anyone in the HP universe but must not be femmeslash :D
Entries for our October Challenge should be in by the 25th.
Fics should be minimum of 1000 words :D
Here is a link to the costume Hermione is wearing..... http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/sexy-booty-pirate-costume.html
Shout out to DJ, who helped with the concept of Ron's costume. Oh, and my Seamus is movie Seamus, not book Seamus.
~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~~@~~~@~~~
Hermione looked down at her outfit. It was the most risque thing she had ever worn and she was slightly worried about how her boys would react; especially Ron. She wasn't stupid; she knew he had a crush on her, she just didn't feel the same way about him. At least, not since the Lavender Brown incident of sixth year. Since the defeat of You-Know-Who the previous summer, everyone had been looking for any reason they could find to celebrate, which is how Ginny had roped her into going to a costume party at a popular wizarding nightclub in the middle of muggle London.
Now that she was wearing her costume, she felt even more self-concious than when she had just tried it on in the shop under Ginny's persuasion. She was dressed as a pirate in black thigh highs with red bows that had skulls on them under knee high black stiletto boots and a black skirt that would fail to cover her black knicker clad ass at all if it weren't for the white and red striped frays coming from the bottom of it, even those barely grazing the tops of the nylons. There was a matching gold skull pinned to the front of the skirt where a belt buckle would be if there was room for a belt. Her top was a black vest style bustier with gold buttons, the cups for her breasts in the same red and white striped material as the skirt. She then accessorized with large gold hoop earrings and a black pirate hat, complete with a black feather and red bow as she let her hair go free down her back, having charmed it into soft waves. It had turned out that minor glamour spells were common in the wizarding world, just prohibited at Hogwarts to try and alleviate some of the cliquishness of school children. She lined her eyes with black kohl and applied some red lipgloss, deciding that the costume itself was enough of a statement.
Her trepadition increased as she heard a knock at her door. She stared at the offending plank of wood as she debated whether to open it or not. "Hermione, open your door, everyone's waiting for you," came Ginny's voice. Running her hands down her body in a nervous gesture, Hermione went over and opened the door for her friend. Ginny was dressed in red stilettos, red patent leather pants and a red patent leather corset, her makeup in shades of red and black, a headband of devil horns over charmed pure red hair and a forked tail attached to the pants completing the look.
"Hermione, you look great," Ginny said, grabbing a hold of her hand and dragging her out of the room. From the top of the stairs she could see Harry and Ron sitting on the couch in conversation. Harry was wearing a pimp outfit, complete with a long bright coat, a fuzzy hat and a fedora. Ron, on the other hand, was wearing a long tattered black robe with an overlarge hood that was hanging down the back. He had yellowed his teeth, blacking out a couple of them; his face looked gaunt and hollowed, in his eyes were muggle cat-eye contacts and his hair, which had grown almost as long as Bill's, was primped so that it stuck out in every direction, some strands their natural color, others in shades of grey and black. When they heard the moise of Hermione and Ginny's shoes on the stairs, they both stood up, revealing Ron to be wearing large boots that made loud clumping noises whenever he took a step, and he was stooped over with a large hump on his back, a gnarled cane resting in his equally gnarled hand.
When Hermione came properly into view, both men's jaws practically hit the floor. "Doesn't she look great!" Ginny gushed with a grin on her face. She had known for years that her best female friend had an awesome body but was too shy to show it and she was happy that it was finally making an appearance. She only hoped that Hermione would be able to find herself a guy, even if just for a fling. Since the war had ended, Hermione had taken her NEWT's and passed with all O's, even having taken the year off, and was going to school to learn to be a Healer. This was the first night she had taken away from studying in so long that Ginny was surprised that Hermione was still finding time to stay friends with her and the boys.
When neither Harry nor Ron had stopped staring at their female best friend with not so much as a blink in a full minute, Ginny snapped her fingers in front of their faces. "Oi! She's hot, but it's still Hemione. And what are you looking at anyway, Harry James Potter?"
Harry blushed lightly as he mumbled an apology to Ginny, who was barely holding in her laughter as Ron turned an ever brighter red than her outfit. "So... shouldn't we be going?" asked Hermione, who felt that if they weren't on their way soon she would chicken out and just stay at home with her studying.
"Yes, we should," answered Ginny, placing warming charms on herself and Hermione so they wouldn't have to put on jackets. The group then apparated to a nearby alley before walking the rest of the way to the club, passing many other dressed up muggles and wizards.
After they each paid two galleons they were let into the club, where they were bombarded with the room shaking music of a popular wrock band. The group looked around, taking in their surroundings and scoping the place out. After going to the bar and ordering a couple rounds of drinks, they made their way to an empty table that was near both the bar and the dance floor.
By the time they had finished their third drinks, they had each spent a decent time dancing and the rest of the time looking out for people they knew from school. They had seen Pansy Parkinson dressed as Medusa, her hair charmed into moving snakes, with Draco Malfoy, who was dressed as a Roman warrior. A few people had also come to their table to visit with them, and even Lavender came over to shamelessly hit on Ron as she practically fell over, she was so drunk.
Leaving her friends at the table, Hermione made her way to the bar to get another round for them all, but she never made it so far. She was stopped in her tracks as she stared at a form leaning against the bar itself. After shaking her head back to her slightly more than buzzed reality, she stepped up to the bar, smiling at her former housemate.
"Nice costume, Seamus," she commented, her eyes once more roving his body from the black Mary Janes to the white knee high socks over his hairy legs, up to the short, grey pleated school skirt and the white oxford that he had tied in a knot above his naval, all of the buttons left open with a trail of brown fuzz leading down beneath the waist of his skirt. He had on a loosely tied Gryffindor striped tie around his neck, falling over the knot in his shirt. He hadn't even tried for makeup or hair, leaving his face clean-shaven and his hair in the short brown spikes she had known and loved during her school years.
"Hermione?" he asked, his eyes roaming her body just as obviously as hers had a moment before.
She wasn't sure if it was a side efect of the alcohol, or a confidence boost from the many looks, whistles, comments and dance invites she had gotten over the evening, but she suddenly felt bold, and looking at the fine speciman of cross-dressed man in front of her, rather horny.
"Yup," she responded, moving in so her body was practically touching his. She let her finger travel the length of his tie to the knot in the shirt, causing him to give an audible gulp. "Dance with me?" she requested, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Never could say no to a beautiful lady," he responded, smiling. She grinned at him and wrapped her hand around the tie, leading him to the dance floor. Even one hour ago, had someone told him that the sexiest woman he had ever seen would be grinding against him, rubbing their most intimate parts together on the dance floor, he would have told then they were crazy. If the person had then told him that woman would be straight-laced Hermione Granger, he would have laughed in their face.
As Hermione danced against him, there was no mistaking the effect she was having on him. Deciding to take the risk, she leaned into him and licked up his neck until she was nibbling on his earlobe. She undulated her lower body against his as she pressed their lips together, her tongue probing his mouth for entrance, which he gladly gave after the initial shock. It was one of the most heated kisses either had experienced before, one of his hands cupping her ass, the other on the small of her back, hers roaming his back as they continued to move with the music.
"Come with me," she breathed against his swollen lips before licking them sensously. When he nodded, she bestowed a light kiss on his lips before once again grabbing a hold of his tie, pulling him along behind her, his tie being pulled from over her shoulder. He followed as closely as possible, his hands on her bare stomach and his erection hid between their bodies. As she passed her table without realizing it, Seamus couldn't help but notice the daggers that were being glared at him by Ron and he also couldn't help but grin back.
Hermione led him straight into the ladies room and straight into the largest stall, ignoring some looks from the other restroom patrons that included Lavender and Parvati Patil. In the stall, she pulled out her wand, cleaning up the stall, silencing it, and adding a soft lid to the toilet, to which Seamus gave her an impressed look. "I knew all that time in the library would be beneficial," came her raspy response before she attacked his mouth, her hands working on the knot in his shirt. When she got it undone, she left his mouth, licking at his salty skin to his hard nipples that had a smattering of brown hair around them. Suddenly, she pulled down his underwear, letting it drop to his calves as she pushed him down onto the transfigured toilet lid.
She leaned over to kiss him again as her hand found his thick hard shaft, giving it a few pumps before she brought herself down on it, having moved over the crotch of her knickers. At the same time, he had freed her breasts from her costume and was playing with them, tweaking the nipples and weighing them in his hands. She moaned deeply into the kiss before breaking it, using his shoulders for leverage as she stared moving slovly up and down his cock. He replaced one of his hands with his mouth on her breast, only to find it a hard task keeping it in his mouth as she went faster and faster, eventually bouncing on him, her breasts jiggling up and down as they were caught in the motion.
"You know, every school boys dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them," he told her, looking up at her face.
"Then I guess it' s too bad that you're a school girl tonight, and that neither of us are naked," she replied, stopping any response with her tongue in his mouth. She reached down to stimulate her clit and he grabbed a hold of her hips, keeping them in place as he pumped erratically into her, each reaching their peak within moments of each other, screaming out obsceneties.
She rested her head on his, which was against her collarbone as they caught their breath. She stood up and cleaned them off before they both adjusted their clothing back to their original states. Just before she opened the door to leave, he pulled her close to him. "How about we try this again sometime somewhere we can actually be naked?"
"We'll see," she smirked. "Here's my address." She conjured a pen and wrote her address on the back of his hand before disappearing back to her table, where she downed the shot that was sitting in front of a really angry, drunk Ron and sat next to Ginny, who was watching Harry dance with Parvati, a smile never leaving Hermione's face.
~~~@~~~~@~~~~THE END~~~~@~~~~@~~~
End note. wrock is wizard rock. thanks for reading, please review!