Dirty Little Secret
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
8,006
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Dirty Little Secret
A/N: Hey guys. It’s been a while. =D But this time I return with something I dreamt up the other night. I hope you guys like it. =)
& For those for you who ready my other stories… ahha. Never fear. =) I’m in the process of writing up the next chapter for Carnal Afflictions. =)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
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‘Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes…Just ten more minutes…’
Hermione’s one-track mind cycled repetitively as she jittered her foot against the chair’s leg. Her eyes darted towards the clock once again, glaring hatefully when she noticed the clock’s ever so slow movements. Her thighs clenched together as she bit her bottom lip out of frustration.
‘Just ten more…minutes! God damnit, this class was never going to end. Snape was just going to keep droning on and on about one useless thing or another while subliminally moaning about his own sorry sodding life and ughhh if he wasn’t going to be a prat and keep us here to suffer along with him! Ten more minutes… Ten more minutes ‘Mione. You can keep this up for another ten…minutes….’
Her breath hitched in her throat as she glanced sharply at the clock once more. Her eyes narrowed while chewing on her bottom lip. Just ten more minutes.
If anyone had said three months ago that the Head Girl, Hermione ‘She’s Such a Prude’ Granger would be sitting in Snape’s Potions Class thinking about nothing but her rampant sex life with a steady throbbing need aching in her core, they would have swiftly been carted off to St. Mungos, never to be heard from again.
But oh how things changed. Not only were her thighs covered with a thin layer of her own sex, but her mind was completely filled with the prospects of another amazing shag. She was imagining the pure bliss she would receive, the taste of his cock in her month, the feel of his dick inside her as the force of his thrusts shoved her face first into the floor…desk….wall…
Her hands clenched, her lips parted and a dazed look entered her eyes as she imagined the aggressive ways she was going to be taken. It was never slow and soft. It was never loving and sweet. But that’s okay. That’s just the way she liked it. She’s known exactly what she was getting herself into since the beginning of their compromise. And she loved every minute of it. The bondage, the aggression, the freedom, the lack of being in control… ‘Cause that’s what it was about. Control.
She was sick and tired of being the Gryffindor Golden Girl. The girl everyone went to for homework help. It was only ever through this that she was able to let go of being in control.
No one knew, of course.
He was her dirty little secret.
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Those ten minutes had stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. Her cheeks still raged on in a blush as she recalled what just happened:
She was turned on. Impossibly so. And with no possible release….
Her eyes darted quickly to Snape’s slimy head noticing that he was addressing the board rather than the class itself. Biting her lip at the audacity of her thoughts, Hermione quickly cast a silent disillusionment charm on herself. Licking her lips and glancing around the room, Hermione slipped one hand beneath the desk and slowly started caressing the tops of her thighs.
She bit back a moan as her fingers slipped under her skirt and into her moist panties. It was like heaven. Her fingers slowly started prodding at her entrance as she slipped her knees further apart. Looking dead ahead, the Head Girl appeared nonchalant as she started pumping her fingers to the rhythm of the imaginary man pounding away at her soaking pussy with his long…hard…cock.
Oh God did she need a good lay. Heat rose to her cheeks as she got closer and closer to her climax. The man in her mind had just pushed her roughly against the wall while taking her from behind. He arched her forward with one hand wrapped in her hair and pushing her face down while the other hand was placed at her hip to keep her steady. Her legs were forced apart as he pounded into her with wild abandon as his balls slapped against the sticky skin of the curve of her ass. His hand yanked harder at her hair causing her imaginary self to cry out and clench around his pulsing dick while his other hand alternated between pulling her hips harder back against his own and snaking forward to pinch and pull at her clit.
She shoved another finger into her pussy as her hips started thrusting subconsciously toward her own release. Her facial features were carefully constructed in a mask of attentiveness to the lesson while the rest of her body was everything but. It seemed like every last nerve in her body was humming with the anticipation of her mind-blowing release.
So close… So freaking close… A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes shut a fraction of an inch as her muscles clenched around her thrusting fingers. One, two….three… more thrusts as she winded down to a stop. Her eyes focused on Snape’s glaring posture as her heartbeat calmed itself into a nearly deadly still when she noticed the raised eyebrow and all too knowing sneer directed at her from none other than Severus Snape.
“Hmm, Granger? Should I start adjusting class according to your needs?” His voice echoed his resentment and utter disgust.
“N..No Professor. There’s no need to adjust anything according to my needs. It won’t happen again.” Fear crept into her vision and she did all she could to control herself from shaking. She had just literally been caught with her hands down her pants.
The class looked on in confusion as the Professor and his student ping-ponged responses back and forth.
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“Ugh. So bloody embarrassing! If it weren’t for that blasted, arrogant son of a bitch I wouldn’t have had to go through that!” Hermione kicked at the floor as she traveled down the hall. It was late and she was on duty. All she wanted at this point was to curl up and sleep the remainder of her day away. “Stupid, stupid, stupid arrogant bas---!!” She was just about to pass the Prefect’s Washrooms when a hand snaked out and grabbed her roughly by the forearm.
Almost instantly she was spun around and shoved face first over the sink. Her capturer flipped her skirt onto her back, exposing her panty-covered ass and started grinding rhythmically against the swell of her butt. His grip on her arm tightened as he held her arms behind her back with one hand while the other hand slowly started stroking the curve of her ass, moving momentarily to pry her thighs apart. He slapped the inside of her thigh sharply as his fully covered dick hardened and mock-trusted against her soaking panties.
Her breathing labored as her eyes half shut against the pleasure she was receiving. Mmhm…this was so much better than her fantasy…
God how she loved this…
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A/N: Leave me some reviews. =) They keep me motivated to write. Hahah. I’m in the process of finals in University though. So if you guys don’t hear from me in the next couple weeks… I can almost guarantee you an update for one of my stories around Christmas time. =)
& For those for you who ready my other stories… ahha. Never fear. =) I’m in the process of writing up the next chapter for Carnal Afflictions. =)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
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‘Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes…Just ten more minutes…’
Hermione’s one-track mind cycled repetitively as she jittered her foot against the chair’s leg. Her eyes darted towards the clock once again, glaring hatefully when she noticed the clock’s ever so slow movements. Her thighs clenched together as she bit her bottom lip out of frustration.
‘Just ten more…minutes! God damnit, this class was never going to end. Snape was just going to keep droning on and on about one useless thing or another while subliminally moaning about his own sorry sodding life and ughhh if he wasn’t going to be a prat and keep us here to suffer along with him! Ten more minutes… Ten more minutes ‘Mione. You can keep this up for another ten…minutes….’
Her breath hitched in her throat as she glanced sharply at the clock once more. Her eyes narrowed while chewing on her bottom lip. Just ten more minutes.
If anyone had said three months ago that the Head Girl, Hermione ‘She’s Such a Prude’ Granger would be sitting in Snape’s Potions Class thinking about nothing but her rampant sex life with a steady throbbing need aching in her core, they would have swiftly been carted off to St. Mungos, never to be heard from again.
But oh how things changed. Not only were her thighs covered with a thin layer of her own sex, but her mind was completely filled with the prospects of another amazing shag. She was imagining the pure bliss she would receive, the taste of his cock in her month, the feel of his dick inside her as the force of his thrusts shoved her face first into the floor…desk….wall…
Her hands clenched, her lips parted and a dazed look entered her eyes as she imagined the aggressive ways she was going to be taken. It was never slow and soft. It was never loving and sweet. But that’s okay. That’s just the way she liked it. She’s known exactly what she was getting herself into since the beginning of their compromise. And she loved every minute of it. The bondage, the aggression, the freedom, the lack of being in control… ‘Cause that’s what it was about. Control.
She was sick and tired of being the Gryffindor Golden Girl. The girl everyone went to for homework help. It was only ever through this that she was able to let go of being in control.
No one knew, of course.
He was her dirty little secret.
--
Those ten minutes had stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. Her cheeks still raged on in a blush as she recalled what just happened:
She was turned on. Impossibly so. And with no possible release….
Her eyes darted quickly to Snape’s slimy head noticing that he was addressing the board rather than the class itself. Biting her lip at the audacity of her thoughts, Hermione quickly cast a silent disillusionment charm on herself. Licking her lips and glancing around the room, Hermione slipped one hand beneath the desk and slowly started caressing the tops of her thighs.
She bit back a moan as her fingers slipped under her skirt and into her moist panties. It was like heaven. Her fingers slowly started prodding at her entrance as she slipped her knees further apart. Looking dead ahead, the Head Girl appeared nonchalant as she started pumping her fingers to the rhythm of the imaginary man pounding away at her soaking pussy with his long…hard…cock.
Oh God did she need a good lay. Heat rose to her cheeks as she got closer and closer to her climax. The man in her mind had just pushed her roughly against the wall while taking her from behind. He arched her forward with one hand wrapped in her hair and pushing her face down while the other hand was placed at her hip to keep her steady. Her legs were forced apart as he pounded into her with wild abandon as his balls slapped against the sticky skin of the curve of her ass. His hand yanked harder at her hair causing her imaginary self to cry out and clench around his pulsing dick while his other hand alternated between pulling her hips harder back against his own and snaking forward to pinch and pull at her clit.
She shoved another finger into her pussy as her hips started thrusting subconsciously toward her own release. Her facial features were carefully constructed in a mask of attentiveness to the lesson while the rest of her body was everything but. It seemed like every last nerve in her body was humming with the anticipation of her mind-blowing release.
So close… So freaking close… A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes shut a fraction of an inch as her muscles clenched around her thrusting fingers. One, two….three… more thrusts as she winded down to a stop. Her eyes focused on Snape’s glaring posture as her heartbeat calmed itself into a nearly deadly still when she noticed the raised eyebrow and all too knowing sneer directed at her from none other than Severus Snape.
“Hmm, Granger? Should I start adjusting class according to your needs?” His voice echoed his resentment and utter disgust.
“N..No Professor. There’s no need to adjust anything according to my needs. It won’t happen again.” Fear crept into her vision and she did all she could to control herself from shaking. She had just literally been caught with her hands down her pants.
The class looked on in confusion as the Professor and his student ping-ponged responses back and forth.
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“Ugh. So bloody embarrassing! If it weren’t for that blasted, arrogant son of a bitch I wouldn’t have had to go through that!” Hermione kicked at the floor as she traveled down the hall. It was late and she was on duty. All she wanted at this point was to curl up and sleep the remainder of her day away. “Stupid, stupid, stupid arrogant bas---!!” She was just about to pass the Prefect’s Washrooms when a hand snaked out and grabbed her roughly by the forearm.
Almost instantly she was spun around and shoved face first over the sink. Her capturer flipped her skirt onto her back, exposing her panty-covered ass and started grinding rhythmically against the swell of her butt. His grip on her arm tightened as he held her arms behind her back with one hand while the other hand slowly started stroking the curve of her ass, moving momentarily to pry her thighs apart. He slapped the inside of her thigh sharply as his fully covered dick hardened and mock-trusted against her soaking panties.
Her breathing labored as her eyes half shut against the pleasure she was receiving. Mmhm…this was so much better than her fantasy…
God how she loved this…
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A/N: Leave me some reviews. =) They keep me motivated to write. Hahah. I’m in the process of finals in University though. So if you guys don’t hear from me in the next couple weeks… I can almost guarantee you an update for one of my stories around Christmas time. =)