Classroom Naughtiness

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I do not make any money from these writings.

A/N: Just to let you all know. Harry and Hermione have been secret experiment lovers for quite some time. One day during Transfiguration class, they do something naughty. This chapter is actually 2 parts. Harry's and Hermione's. Please R&R. Thanks.

Chapter 1:
Classroom Naughtiness

Harry was sitting there thinking about what he'd like to do to Hermione later. He'd been thinking about it since this morning at breakfast when she knowingly teased him while she ate her fruit and cream. They were seated in Transfiguration, next to each other, Hermione to his right. Harry was silently trying to figure out how to make Hermione as uncomfortable as he currently was. He'd had quite a bulge in his pants, it was seriously beginning to ache.

Hermione was wondering if she could secretly take care of the problem she knew Harry had. It was all her fault so she should be the one to take care of it. Professor McGonagall would be talking for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. She always instructed the class several times when she gave a new lesson, before she let them try it themselves.

Hermione who had read and re-read this lesson several times, and tried it herself in the confines of her room, knew she could transfigure the jar into a canary with no problem.

She glanced at Harry out the corner of her eye, and saw a look of concentration on his face. Anyone who didn't know would think he was intently listening to the lesson. Hermione knew he was up to no good. Sliding her left hand off the table they were seated at, and resting it on Harry's thigh. He turned to her only for a moment, noticed the look of mischief in her eyes, smiled and pretended to pay attention.

Hermione being ever so cautious about exhibitionism, cast a disillusionment charm, and then proceeded to stroke Harry through his trousers. The sharp intake of breath from him was barely heard, as he struggled for control. If she continued like that, it wouldn't take long. He'd been *frustrated for well over and hour now. Release wouldn't take long.

She continued to stroke through the fabric, applying pressure at just the right points. Harry's breathing picked up. She slowly unzipped his trousers, and shoved her hand inside. Gripping him firmly, she began a quick back and forth motion. From tip to base. Rubbing her thumb over the tip, gathering the moisture there, and using it as a lubricant.

She knew he was close, his breathing became hitched. Hermione felt her knickers growing wet at the thought of getting Harry off in such a public place as a classroom filled with students and a professor. It was taking everything from him to keep from yelling out. Hermione added the least little bit more pressure and felt Harry's engorged member throb and pulse in her hand. Then it she felt him thrust into her hand just twice, not enough for anyone to notice, and then he came. All over her hand.

Hermione cast a quick, but whispered 'Scorgify'. Her hand was clean, as well as Harry's pants and member. She removed her hand from his pants. Pretended to scratch her leg.

Leaned over and whispered for him to 'zip up'. He did, looking around to see if anyone had noticed a thing. And nope they hadn't.

The look he sent her said he would definately be returning the favor. But just as his hand started to inch of the desk toward her thigh, McGonagall announced it was now thier turn to perform the transfiguration.

Hermione knew she would have to help Harry. It was after all her fault that he'd not been paying attention.


Having helped Harry perfect the art of changing a jar into a canary by the end of class was no easy feat. But Hermione had managed it. McGonagall had noticed her coaching him, and asked her to remain after class for just a few moments.

Hermione looked at her questioningly, but of course agreed. She prayed McGonagall hadn't figured out what she had done with Harry while she was teaching.

Harry looked at her apologetically as he gathered his things and exited the classroom. Leaving Hermione to face whatever it was the professor wanted to discuss with her.

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Turns out, everything was fine. McGonagall just wanted to award Hermione extra points for helping out her classmate so kindly, when it was obvious the boy had been paying attention during the lecture, but was still unable to grasp the lesson.

Hermoine thanked her and said it was 'nothing'. She exited the room with a smile plastered to her face. Who knew she could jack-off her best friend in the middle of class, distract him to no end, causing him to have trouble with the lesson and then get awarded points for doing so. She felt quite naughty.

It never once crossed her mind how Slytherin she really was.

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She was walking down the corridor to the Gryffindor common room, when someone grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her behind a tapestry that hid a cubby-hole.

She gasp, and reached for her wand, but the person's other hand came up to stop her's.

"Don't." He whispered.

It was Harry, she realized instantly.

He pulled her close, and began kissing her immediantly. She of course returned the kissed with fervor. His hands where everywhere. As where her's. He lifted the front of her jumper and the shirt underneath, and suckled her ample breasts through the lace of her bra. She gasp at the pleasure his mouth was causing, and thrust her hands through his dark messy hair.

He was moving his right hand up and down her thigh, and reached up her skirt and stroked her through her still soaked knickers. "Oh" was all she could respond. He moved to shove her back against the wall in the cubby. Pressing her apex more firmly into his hand.

He had returned his mouth to Hermione's to muffle the moans that were escaping as he continued his finger stroking her slit through the fabric. Her hands were finding thier way down his abdomen to the buckle of his trousers. She had them unfastened and unzipped. Against his mouth, she spoke."Harry, more, please."

Three words was enough for him to know what she was asking. He pushed her hands away and freed his cock from the binding boxers with one hand and with the other he reached into the hem of her knickers and slid them to the side. He stroked her wet slit, and his member moving each hand in time with the other.

Hermione reached between them, and grasp his hard shaft and guided it toward her center. Harry stepped closer, entered her canal, and hoisted her leg up around his waist. He began thrusting into her.

"Harder, Harry. Please."

He quickly obliged her request, and before long he was pounding into her. With each hard thrust into her, Hermione's back was scraped against the wall. But it was a bittersweet mixture of pleasure and pain.

Before long he felt her walls begin to clench around him. He rub the nub between her where thier bodies met. And she went over the edge. He engulfed her mouth in a kiss just in time to muffle the scream that escaped her, as her orgasm claimed her.

He pumped into her wet channel a few more times before his own orgasm claimed him. They stood there in that position for a few more moments. He dropped his head to lean against her forehead. Panting, while they both tried to regain thier breath.

When they had regained control of thier breathing and they were no longer panting. Harry release his hold on her leg that was wrapped around him, and let her slide gently to the floor. They began straightening clothes, after Hermione had cast yet another 'Scorgify' spell.

"Well, I believe that was thanks for all your, um help in class." Harry said laughing.

Hermione laughed too. "Yeah, but you still owe me. Your one up on me in the orgasm department. I thought we agreed to keep it even." Her eyes were full of mischief.

"I believe we have Charms later today after my Divination class." Was all Harry responded.

He kissed Hermione quickly on the lips. Pulled back the side of the tapestry, and left Hermione to stand there wondering what he had in store for her.

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Well, okay. I usually don't write Harry/Hermione. But I figured what the hell. I'll give it a try. Let me know what you think. I read something similar to this but it included Ron. And I don't like him. So I thought I'd write my own excluding the youngest Weasley boy. Thinking of trying a one-shot with Hermione and Fred. He's my favorite Weasley to see with Hermione. Let me know what you think, if you feel up to it. Please.