Soft Obsidian's Pleasure.

This is for Soft Obsidian. You better be reading.... TIME LOST, girlie. =P

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600013235
This is the Challenge.





Hermione had been best friends with Harry and Ron since she was eleven. Every time something bad happened, they would come to her for help. Something was wrong. Something had changed and Umbridge’s detentions were getting dangerous. Harry barely spoke to her anymore. When he did, it was in monosyllabic grunts and shrugs.

Ever since the Yule Ball last year, she had felt apart from her boys in a way that had everything to do with puberty and nothing to do with Umbridge. Hermione checked her appearance in the mirror impatiently. Curly light brown hair fell to the middle of her back, creamy white skin, deplorably pink cheeks and dark brown eyes with arched brows stared back at her. She was plain and uninteresting looking as far as witches go in her opinion.

Her plump, upper lip was the only sensuous part about her, other then her embarrassingly large breasts, which she covered up with sweaters and robes frequently. She licked her lips and smoothed the Muggle sweater that she was wearing for the Hogsmeade trip.

A moss green color, it was a bit clingy for her taste, and black jeans completed the boring outfit. She brushed on some eyeliner and then gave up with a sigh. Great, she looked like she had been punched in both eyes.

Hermione sighed and looked up as Luna called to her. “The boys are waiting in the common room for you,” cried Luna.

Hermione tossed on a bright red scarf that Ron’s mother had knit for her last year, and she was ready. “I look like a bloody Yule tree,” muttered Hermione with a grimace.

“No, those have lights,” corrected Luna.

Hermione slid to a stop just outside the common room door and stared at the two boys without their notice. A deep sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she noticed they seemed to be in a good mood at least.

Ronald Weasley had filled out over the summer. At roughly 5’11, he had broad shoulders and a lean athletic build. Her favorite part of him was his large calloused hands with long, strong fingers. His hair had grown past the collar to his shoulders, and it was a beautiful deep red color, that perfectly accented his fair, Irish skin. He wore a brown sweater and dark blue jeans that fit snugly on his perfectly sculpted ass. Something inside of her melted when he shot a look up at her and a wide smile appeared on his handsome face.

Ron was a prankster, a fun loving and loyal person, and it showed in his relaxed demeanor. He jumped to his feet out of the chair. “Mione…” exclaimed Ron. “You look… good.”

Hermione’s gaze darted to the other boy who stared out the window. His dark green eyes that matched her sweater were distant and cool. His dark hair was messy and fell into his eyes, his face was saved from being almost too pretty by his strong jawline, that gave him a definitively male appearance. His body was sculpted by Quidditch, lean and lanky, almost polar opposite to his best friend. He looked pale and tired, but it merely added something to his physique, almost a dangerous quality. “Umbridge been at it again?” whispered Hermione as she headed for the boys.

They both nodded and Harry scowled slightly. “One day soon that old battleaxe is going to get hers.”

Hermione nodded but his tone was a bit on edge and it sent a chill down her back from the menace in his tone.

“Harry, are you alright?” Hermione placed a hand on his arm gently, and he snarled pulling it back from her.

“Just a fresh one from last night,” replied Harry, holding his arm in pain. Hermione gently pushed back the sleeve of his jacket and saw the bloody phrase, ‘I will not tell lies.’ Etched into his forearm.

“We have to tell McGonagall! This is outrageous. This woman is sick!” exclaimed Hermione in anger.

Harry grabbed her and pulled her close to his chest. Hermione’s heart fluttered as she could feel the broad planes of his chest through the sweater. “No, you cannot tell anyone,” hissed Harry.

“Why?” Hermione could smell the scent of forest pine, and the rich unmistakable smell of fire-whiskey in his sweater, and she exhaled slowly.

Harry stared down at Hermione as her breath tickled out against his sweater. He felt the breath send a surge of lust, straight to his cock. Her full, luscious titties were pressed against him and he pushed her away from him with a surge of guilt. He had wanted to fuck her sweet body all year long. Harry gave Ron a knowing look over Hermione’s head and the red head scowled back at him. “Just don’t.” he murmured, staring at her wide amber eyes.

The trio headed out of the hall and onto the school grounds. Hermione suddenly felt free. She was with her two best friends and the day was all theirs. Hermione hooked her arm through Ron and Harry’s and walked towards Hogsmeade, chattering about what she had been doing all week.

Ron turned to smile at her. “Mione, you are such a chatterbox today,” chuckled Ron as his elbow brushed the side of her breasts. Hermione felt her nipples harden slightly from the accidental caress and she blushed. “I just miss you guys. You are never around anymore, it seems.”

“Oh yes… I am sure you do miss being tupped regularly by your two boyfriends,” sneered a whiny voice behind them. “He is too busy in detention to pay attention to a filthy Mudblood slut, like yourself.”

Pansy Parkinson and her army of Slytherin skanks were all laughing at them. The badges on their chests gleamed menacingly as they folded their arms. Hermione’s eyes filled with tears and she cupped her hand to her mouth in shock at her cruel words. Ron and Harry looked furiously at Pansy.

“Potter, you’re not allowed out to Hogsmeade, Headmistresses orders and all that rubbish,” hissed Pansy.

Ron and Harry advanced on Pansy and drew their wands as a duo and arched their arms. They threw a simultaneous hex at her, causing her to fall to the ground, and her robes fell off. The girls around her scattered at the evil rage filled looks on the boy’s faces.

Pansy looked horrified and began to cry. Ron stalked over to her when the other girls ran off screaming their heads off for a teacher. His menacing smile stretched across his handsome face and he nudged her legs open, staring down at her green silk panties. Due to the hex, they stayed frozen open and Ron rubbed his sudden erection from the revealing view.

“We could show Pansy what a real slut is like.” Ron murmured lowly to Harry. Harry stared at the half naked girl cowering in the snow and he wet his lips and nodded.

Hermione was frozen in shock. They were actually completely insane right now. “YOU cannot think to…” hissed Hermione and she stepped between Pansy and the boys.

“She’s not worth it! You’ll be expelled!” cried Hermione and she pushed on their chests with her hands.

“I hate her so much though…” growled Harry, as he stared down at the small hand pressing insistently against her chest. “I want to hurt her…---”

“ ------ So she will never hurt you again.” Ron finished and he gently took her hand from his chest. His beautiful eyes lowered to her mouth and he wet his lips.

Hermione gasped at the darkness and hunger radiating off of both of them. They were temporarily insane, that had to be it.

“Hurt me instead,” whispered Hermione softly. “Please… if you have to do it to someone, then use me.”

The boys both looked gobsmacked. Their greatest fantasy in life was that they could be with Hermione but Ron was the one who was going to get her. He knew that he was going to have to be patient but Harry agreed to it. NOW, she was offering them both a chance to be with her.

The boys turned to stare at Pansy frozen in tears on the ground. “Obliviate…”muttered Harry, and he erased her memory, and replaced her robes.

“We accept.” They both said, grabbing her by the arm on both side and they made their way to the Shrieking Shack, with a bewildered Hermione in tow.



TBC – Obviously this is not very Cannon, but it’s a Challenge Fic and I am doing it purposefully.


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Rei.