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"What?" Hermione gasped as she was thrown back onto Harry's bed. She stared up at him as he loomed over her, his eyes dark.
Upon seeing her expression however, he paused, and his face changed. "Is this okay? You, er, said you were up for trying something new."
"Yeah," Hermione breathed. "Yeah, it's fine. It's good, actually. I'm just surprised."
"Good." The word came out of him as part-growl as the darkness returned to his features. He became a predator, climbing over her and kissing her with a savage intensity, his mouth and teeth then dragging down to her neck.
A small cry burst from her as he bit down on her flesh, and he froze. "You alright?"
"Yes! Keep going!" She insisted.
He did as commanded, his hands rising to claw at her robes. She helped him tug them off of her. Then he kissed down to the collar of her shirt. She expected him to start unbuttoning the shirt, but he didn't, simply continuing to kiss her through the material.
She gasped when he reached her stomach, his kisses through the thin cotton material tickling a bit. Then he continued down to the hem of her skirt, and she started to tense in anticipation.
His hand trailed up her thigh, his fingers leaving tingling flesh in their wake. When he reached her underwear, his fingers toyed with the damp fabric for a bit.
"You want me?"
"Obviously," she replied impatiently, eager for him to push the fabric aside and properly touch her.
He did no such thing, simply continuing to toy with her through the panties as she soaked them more. His head dropped down and nudged her skirt out of the way, pressing a kiss to the front of the material.
"Harry!"
He gave a low, sinister chuckle. "Yes?"
"Touch me already!"
He placed another kiss through the underwear. "All in good time." Another kiss dropped below the earlier ones, closer to her mound but not close enough.
"Harry!" Her shout was half-anger and half-plea.
He ignored her, pressing another kiss just above her slit. She tried to buck up against his face, but he pinned her down with his hand.
"Fuck," she whined.
"Language. Two points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger."
She glared at her fellow prefect. "I'll take a lot more points than that if you don't take my underwear off right this second."
He smirked at her, but finally complied, pulling her underwear off and placing a kiss on her calf and another on her thigh on the way back up.
Reaching down, she seized his head and tried to smash his face against her slit, but he resisted. "Oh no you don't." In a flash, his hands were pinning hers against her thighs, and his predatory expression was back. "I'm in control right now."
"Then touch me!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Please, Harry!" This was likely the most pitiful she had sounded since she was a six-year-old girl trapped on a slide by her rambunctious classmates.
And then she cried out again, as his tongue was suddenly on her clit. He flicked her hard with the wet muscle, and then wrapped his lips around and sucked, and then went back to licking and flicking. She writhed on the bed, desperately trying to free her hands.
And then his tongue delved inside her, lapping and swirling across her opening. Her clit was now being prodded by his nose, and he feasted on her as though trying to make up for the dinner they were missing.
He had her coming in no time, her hands still locked in his even as she managed to jerk them off her thighs and clamp said thighs around his unruly hair. When she was done, she released him, her skeleton seemingly dissolving within as the energy faded, all power to move abandoning her for long seconds.
He looked very pleased with himself as he finally began unbuttoning her shirt, kissing the new skin revealed with each button. When he was done, his lips greeted each of her lace-covered breasts and then each of her collarbones, and then returned to her neck.
She bucked against his stomach. "Take off your clothes."
"Which of us is in charge right now?"
"I want you to fuck me!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
He repeated his earlier response. "All in good time." Then he resumed kissing and nipping at her neck.
She sighed, taking a long moment to gather herself, which was made much more difficult by his efforts. Then she lowered her voice to sound as sultry as she could. "Don't you want me, Harry?"
His movements slowed.
"Don't you want to be inside me, to feel me gripping your cock with my tight c... cunt?"
"Fuck," he mouthed against her skin.
She smiled. "I want you to fuck me hard, Harry. I want to wrap my legs around you and pull you deeper inside me. I want you to pound me until you pour your hot cum into me. Do you know how much I enjoy feeling your cum inside me?" Again, she reminded herself that she was due for her next dose of the contraceptive potion next week.
He bit down gently.
"Fuck me, Harry," she persisted, bucking against his stomach again. "I want to feel you thrusting, shagging me out of my wits." Grabbing his messy hair, she gently pulled his head until his ear was right beside her lips, and she lowered her voice to a whisper. "I want you to try to impregnate me."
He went still, then lifted his head to stare at her. "What the hell, Hermione?"
"Do it."
He blinked, and didn't resist her as she unfastened his robes. Once he was out of them, she went straight for his trousers, unbuckling and unzipping them and fishing out his lovely cock. She stroked him a few times before lining him up and pulling him inside her, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him as deep as she could and sighing in delight at finally having him where she needed him.
He didn't move. "The potion hasn't worn off yet, has it?"
"No, not until next week."
"Then why did you..."
"It doesn't matter. It got you inside me."
He stared at her for another moment, then shook his head. "You're insane," he murmured as he started thrusting within her.
"And you love it," she replied, shutting her eyes and relishing the feeling of him shagging her.
She knew that she shouldn't say things like that. He was wishing that she was Ginny, after all, and this was just sex for both of them. She wasn't romantically attracted to him, as she kept reminding herself. He was just her friend who was really good at, as she had put it, shagging her out of her wits.
"Fuck, Hermione," he muttered, and she could tell that he was still a bit shell-shocked from her method of taking control. She pushed her legs against his arse, silently urging him to speed up, and he did.
But then he was exploding in her, far faster than he had done in a while. He groaned against her skin and slumped, and she enjoyed the feeling of his cum in her even as she silently bemoaned the denial of a second orgasm.
This was what she had asked for, after all.
After several seconds, he lifted his head and blinked at her.
She smirked. "That worked wonders on you, huh?"
A small burst of a laugh escaped his throat, and he shook his head again. "You're insane," he repeated as he rolled off of her.
She repeated her own response, refusing to overthink it. "And you love it."