Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, totally wish I did though.
AN: This idea came to me, and I just had to. I'll apologize in advance…lol. This story is in two parts, and there is a lot of Smut, so enjoy!
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"Harry, for the tenth time, I don't feel comfortable with this." Hermione said flatly as Harry pulled the laptop that her parents had given her for her birthday onto his lap.
"Hermione, you're never going to meet anyone with that attitude." Harry said laughing and pulling up the new website, MagicalMatch.
It had been a hit not long after wizards began to incorporate muggle technology into their daily lives such as computers, internet and cell phones. Granted, they work on a magical network rather than electricity and radio towers, but that was beside the point. Wizards and witches of their generation were becoming more progressive and leaning away from traditional arranged marriages, because they wanted to make that choice for themselves. During Hermione's fourth year, when students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had come to Hogwart's for the Triwizard tournament, many students began to mingle and fall in love quite without their parent's consent. They began to defy their parents wishes and sneak off to perform secret binding ceremonies, so that they could not be married off to the highest bidder. As news of this form of defiance spread, many chose not to force the arranged marriages for fear of losing their children altogether. Slowly but surely, muggle technology was incorporated into everyday life, and with that, the advent of the Wizarding World Web. Websites for ordering potions ingredients to Quidditch supplies sprung up, even an online auction site where one could bid on cursed artifacts called Evilbay existed. When MagicalMatch launched, it was an instant success. It was with this hope that Harry decided to create a profile for Hermione.
Hermione had never been good with relationships. The closest she had ever come to having a real boyfriend was during her fourth year when she met Viktor Krum. Viktor was popular, and handsome, and Hermione had liked him, despite that they really didn't have all that much in common, but, the long distance between them made for an impossible situation. Harry had always hoped that She and Viktor would cross paths again in the future, but that hope was dashed when he read about Viktor's engagement in the Daily Prophet. Ron and Hermione also never worked out. They had crushes on each other over the years, but ultimately, the timing was never right, and Ron was now in a pretty serious relationship with Lavender. The other problem was that Hermione was altogether too picky in Harry's opinion. It seemed that every guy who showed an interest in her, she found some flaw in, no matter how minute as a reason for why she couldn't possibly date them. With Cormac, it had been his arrogance, which admittedly, Harry did find off-putting, but with Terry Boot, Hermione said he was too dull. Olliver Wood was too into Quidditch, and the list went on and on.
"Look, Hermione, We both know that you have high standards…which is fine, but, it makes it pretty hard for you to ever give anyone a chance." Harry said holding his hands up to calm her down.
"Harry, there is nothing wrong with not settling, thank you very much." She said crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm not saying you should settle…I just think, that if you give this a try, and lay out what you are looking for, maybe you'll be surprised. I mean, we won't be in school much longer, and the odds of meeting someone will decline once you are in the working world…you know?"
Hermione sighed, "If I do this, will you leave me alone?" she asked glaring at him
"Yes, I promise. Now, what sort of screen name do you want?" he asked rubbing his hands together gleefully, doing the typing for her while she sat in the armchair next to him.
"I don't know…maybe something clever like Athena1979" Hermione said raising her eyebrow at Harry. She was pretty sure Harry had no idea who Athena even was.
"Athena was the Greek Goddess of Wisdom. And the 1979 is the year I was born. Easier to remember that way." She explained.
"Right. That works. Now, what are your hobbies? I'm thinking you should maybe not mention S.P.E.W." Harry said laughing, and she slapped him playfully on the arm.
"Lets see…Reading of course, Research, Arithmancy, and eating chocolate." Hermione said.
"Hmm…maybe you shouldn't mention chocolate under hobbies…it might give someone the impression that you are fat."
Hermione gaped at Harry, "What an awful thing to say, Harry! That is so shallow!" she scolded him
Harry shrugged, "I'm a guy Hermione, I'm just telling you how it sounds from a guy's perspective. Maybe mention the chocolate under 'likes' rather than hobbies."
"Fine. I guess you can also put for likes, the smell of parchment, freshly mown grass, and spearmint toothpaste." Hermione said giving Harry a look when he raised his eyebrow at her, but then typed it in anyway.
"Dislikes?" Harry asked
"Let's see, Divination, flying, House Elf enslavement, and the Dark Arts." Hermione answered.
"Alright, now, here's the hard part; what are you looking for in a partner?" Harry asked
"Well, I suppose someone who is confident and will stand up for what they believe in. There is nothing sexier than a man who stands his ground. Intelligence is also very important, I want to be able to have stimulating discussions with the person who I would be spending a lot of my time with. What else…someone who likes to travel; I've always wanted to see the world, so it would be nice to find someone who shares that passion. Someone who appreciates art and history over sports. Looks are not important to me."
"Well it's no wonder you never really worked with Viktor or Ron…you know both of them are the polar opposite of what you just described." Harry said chuckling.
"Yeah, I know…although I will admit, kissing Viktor was rather nice. I think though that was about the only thing we had in common." She sighed.
"Well it looks like that is about everything…do you want to put your picture up on your profile?" Harry asked.
"No. Too many people know who I am, and I think they would be contacting me because of that; If I'm going to do this, I want to be just a random witch. If someone likes what they see in my profile, and they have no idea who I am, I'll feel more comfortable that way." She explained.
Harry nodded, it made sense. Otherwise, she would never know if someone was only talking to her for the attention.
"Okay, I think we're done then. Just create a pass word, and then hit submit." He told her as he passed the laptop over to her to review before she completed the final step.
"You do know that you have to let me read some of the outrageous replies you get, right? That's pure entertainment!" Harry said laughing.
"If I get any replies, Harry, I'll let you know." She said in a resigned tone.
"You will, Hermione, just wait and see." Harry said giving her a small smile.
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The next morning, Hermione sat up in her bed and her eyes fell on the laptop. She wasn't a desperate person by any stretch, but her curiosity was eating away at her. Had she gotten any messages? She sighed and grabbed the laptop and pulled it into her lap as she opened it and logged onto MagicalMatch. She had five messages! Before she let herself get too excited, she convinced herself that they were probably all losers.
She clicked on the first message, it was from a user named NerdyWizard17, and his picture popped up beside his user name and Hermione cringed. He was chubby, with a face like a pepperoni pizza, and glasses. Hermione scolded herself for her reaction, reminding herself that looks weren't important, so she began to read his message.
Hey sexy,
I like books too, and wizard chess. Maybe I can show you my comic book collection sometime?
~NerdyWizard17
Hermione shuddered. Nope, definitely not. First, he called her sexy without even knowing what she looked like, because clearly, he was desperate. With a face like that, she wasn't surprised. And no one could ever convince her that comic books counted as books.
One down, four more to go.
The next message was from someone named MagicWand4U. There was no picture attached to his profile, although she cringed a bit at his screen name. She clicked on the message and squealed when she saw a photo of an erect penis staring her in the face. She blushed profusely, and closed out the picture, terrified someone would walk in and see it and think she was looking at porn, which she absolutely did not do.
Three more messages were sitting there, and Hermione's spirits had begun to dwindle. She clicked on the screen name Luvrboy69 to look at his profile before she clicked on the message
Likes: making girls scream my name, designer clothes
He already sounded like an arrogant pretentious pig. There was no picture in his profile, and she cringed and clicked on his message, remembering that Harry wanted to read all the ridiculous messages that she wouldn't even consider.
Greetings Goddess,
A lover of books you say? Ever been fucked in a library?
Luvrboy69
Wow, he was direct. If he was going straight for the sex, at least he had game. There was a picture attached, so she clicked it, praying it wasn't another dick pic. She wasn't the least bit surprised when the picture opened and she was staring at a photo of Draco Malfoy, wearing only his trousers and an unbuttoned shirt. She couldn't wait to show that one to Harry, he'd have a field day.
Moving on, with only two more messages to go, she looked at the next one. EnsnaringtheSenses65 was the screen name, which she found slightly intriguing. Once again, there was no photo on his profile, but she clicked on it anyway to see what he was like before she clicked the message.
Hobbies: Brewing, research, Reading, and flying.
With the exception of flying, he was off to a pretty good start.
Likes: Black coffee, solitude, and a quiet place to work.
Apparently he was a bit of a loner? Not a total deal breaker…
Dislikes: people who think they know everything, sweets.
Hermione scowled when she read that line, feeling as if she most likely fell into that category herself. They probably wouldn't hit it off then. She sighed, and clicked his message, still interested in what he had to say
Dear Athena1979,
From your profile, I can gather that you, like myself hold knowledge in high regard. Can you tell me the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?
~EnsnaringtheSenses65
What was this a test? Of course she knew the answer. She clicked reply, and began writing what became a long paragraph on the differences between the two, and listing all of her sources. She wasn't sure why, but his message had irked her…almost as if she could hear the condescension in his voice.
Feeling like this all had been an utter waste of time, she clicked on the last message. It was from someone named Ares731. Interesting screen name choice, she mused. She clicked on his profile, which, like hers, did not contain a photo.
Hobbies: Research, collecting magical artifacts, traveling
So far so good…
Likes: the scent of candlewax on parchment, Dark chocolate, and Magic
That was interesting, a wizard who actually remembered to appreciate their magic? It's not often you see that. So many wizards and witches take their magic for granted.
Dislikes: Failure, disrespect, and false praise.
Hermione was intrigued. She could relate to all of these things, in fact, her Boggart was still Professor McGonagall coming to tell her that she had failed all of her classes. And disrespect? She had been called a mudblood more times than she cared to count, and she certainly hated that. Also, False praise was definitely something she hated. Just because she was part of the Golden Trio, she felt like people wanted to give her special privileges, or kiss her behind for that reason alone rather than anything that she earned on her own merit. It was for this reason, that she had submitted many of her manuscripts on her charms research under a pseudonym for publishing.
What are you looking for in a partner: Someone who has an opinion and is not afraid to say it, Someone who can appreciate the sacrifices that must be made to improve society, Someone who is intelligent and can debate magical theory, someone who isn't afraid to push the envelope.
Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine. So far, this person sounded exactly like the kind of person she was looking for. She felt a nervous fluttering in her stomach when she clicked on his message:
Athena1979,
It seems that we have much in common, with one notable exception. I must admit, I almost didn't send you this message, but I felt compelled to ask you; what, specifically, are your thoughts on the Dark Arts?
~Ares731
Hermione gaped at the message. Of all the things he could have asked her as an opening, he asks her about the Dark Arts? Clearly he must've noticed in her profile that she had listed the Dark Arts under her dislikes, and apparently now, he wanted to know why.
She hastily clicked reply, and began typing her response.
Ares731,
I can only assume that you are asking about my dislike for the dark arts, and wish to know why that is. Over the years, I have had quite a bit of experience with the dark arts, and none of it has been good. It should come as no surprise then to say, that due to these experiences that I have come to view it as an evil practice. If you can provide evidence to the contrary, I am all ears.
~Athena1979
She closed the laptop, and headed down stairs for breakfast. She was staying at Grimmauld place over the summer with Harry, since she had decided her parents would be safer living in Australia until the war was over. As she plopped herself in one of the chairs at the table, Harry came down stairs still wearing his sleep pants and a tee shirt as he pulled out the seat across from her.
"You were right, I already got messages." She said trying to bite back a smirk thinking of the one from Malfoy, and also the dick pic.
"Yeah? Any promising ones?" he asked pouring himself a bowl of cereal.
"Well, it's a bit soon to say, but of the five message I received, I responded to two. One of which I think will probably end in an argument, the other the jury is still out on." She told him.
"What about the other three?" he asked
"Oh, you can read those for yourself." She sniggered.
She passed the laptop towards him, and opened the first message from NerdyWizard17.
Harry chuckled as he looked at the kid's picture and just muttered, 'poor bloke' under his breath. Hermione lost it though when she saw Harry take a large bite of cereal and then his eyes widened as he suddenly choked. That would be the dick pic.
"What the hell is wrong with some people? Seriously, why would they think a girl would like that?" Harry said rubbing his eyes trying to erase the image from his brain.
"Click on the next one…" Hermione said with a smirk.
"Bloody Hell." Harry said laughing and looking at Hermione.
"Yeah, can you imagine the look on Malfoy's face if he found out that he had just propositioned me? I'm pretty sure he'd cry." Hermione snorted and grabbed the box of cereal from in front of Harry and poured herself a bowl.
"What about the other two?" Harry asked
"Well, the one from EnsnaringtheSenses65 came off condescending, which rubbed me the wrong way. I replied anyway, but I am sure that will end in an argument." She explained.
"And what about Ares731?"
"I'm not sure about him yet; he asked me about the Dark Arts, which of course, I immediately balked at, but since I had listed it in my dislikes, it seemed as if he just wanted to know why I felt that way. I mean, it seems pretty obvious, doesn't it? But, I replied anyway, because I want to see what he has to say. Knowing my luck, he's probably a death eater." She said and thumped her forehead on the table.
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Hermione finally headed back up to her room after a long day of assisting Harry with cleaning up Grimmauld place. It seemed that no matter how hard they worked, there was still so much dust to clean in that place. At least their bedrooms and the kitchen were immaculate. She flopped down on her bed and eyed the laptop scowling. She pulled it onto her lap, and logged in. There were four messages waiting for her. Two messages were new, and the other two were responses from EnsnaringtheSenses65 and Ares731.
She clicked on one of the new ones first, from ChudleyCanon1977, and almost tossed the laptop across the room. Why did these perverts keep feeling the need to send her pictures of their junk? To make matters worse, he was a ginger, and she was pretty certain he was one of the Weasley's. Definitely not Ron, although she had never seen him naked, she knew that wasn't his hand. If it was Percy, she was pretty sure she could never look him in the eye again.
The next one, was no surprise as at all, considering his picture was attached to his profile, and his screen name was ViktorKrumSeeker. She blushed, opening the message wondering what he would have written to her, since her profile was anonymous after all. His message made her laugh:
Is this Hermoninny?
~VK
She replied back, telling him it was indeed her, although she asked him to keep it to himself, since she didn't want anyone to know she was on there, and asked him how Quidditch was going.
Now onto the replies from EnsnaringtheSenses65 and Ares731.
Athena1979,
I should have known that you would be a know-it-all from your entirely too wordy response. In fact, I am pretty certain I know who you are…in which case, I shall cease and desist all communication with you.
Have a pleasant night, Miss Granger.
~EnsnaringtheSenses65
Her mouth hung open as she read the reply; was she that obvious? She hoped if it was, it would only be to those who knew her personally like Viktor had, and whoever this person was. As she re-read his response, and looked at his screen name and previous message, her eyes widened and she burst out laughing. It had to be Professor Snape. Even his profile made perfect sense now that she looked at it. Part of her was relieved that she had figured that out, since she had initially found him to be intriguing…but then that thought was equally disturbing. Clearly, they had that in common.
Moving on to the message from Ares731, she took a deep breath and opened it.
Athena1979,
How open minded of you. While I can understand your need to label things that may seem bad to you or that you do not understand as evil, I can assure you, not everything that is considered to be 'a dark art' fits into that category. Where you aware that all magical practices have at some point been categorized by the ministry on whether it is considered 'dark'? For example; using an undetectable extension charm is, by the Ministry's definition; a dark use of magic. The reason for this, has to do with intent. Basically, if something could be used for evil, it is deemed dark, however, many practical spells and rituals that fall into this category can also be used for benign reasons; would you not consider them at all simply because it is labeled as dark?
Sincerely looking forward to your response,
~Ares731
Hermione immediately hit reply and began typing out her response. His argument was sound, and she could tell he was very well read and intelligent. She couldn't help but wonder more about what he was like.
Ares731,
You put up a compelling argument, especially with your reference to an undetectable extension charm, since I have made use of this myself, and find that it does indeed come in handy. I will concede your point that not all magical practices that are labeled 'dark' are evil, however you cannot argue that there are some that serve no other purpose.
I honestly wanted to tell you how refreshing it was to get your message, considering most of the other messages I've received on here have been dick pics. Thank you for not traumatizing me.
~Athena1979
She was about to close the laptop when the chat feature dinged and she had a message. It was from Viktor:
ViktorKrumSeeker: Hermoninny! I knew it was you.
Athena1979: Hi Viktor, you figured me out
ViktorKrumSeeker: Are you looking for boyfriend?
Hermione blushed. She still found Viktor attractive, even almost three years later, but he was engaged now, and it hadn't worked out between them.
Athena1979: This was Harry's idea. He's tired of me being single, I guess. Congratulations on your engagement, by the way.
ViktorKrumSeeker: You wouldn't have been single if you had come to Bulgaria with me.
Athena1979: Viktor, you know I couldn't have gone. For what it's worth, I really liked you.
ViktorKrumSeeker: And now?
Athena1979: Now you are getting married.
ViktorKrumSeeker: Yes, but not to you.
Apparently Viktor was still carrying the torch. She was flattered, truly she was, and if they weren't in the middle of a war, she would have gone with him when he had asked.
Athena1979: I'm sorry Viktor. It never would have worked with your crazy Quidditch schedule.
ViktorKrumSeeker: Well, if you change your mind…
Athena1979: Viktor!
ViktorKrumSeeker: Haha, it was worth a shot, Hermoninny.
Athena1979: I'm going to pretend that you didn't just insinuate that you wanted to have an affair with me behind your fiance's back.
ViktorKrumSeeker: You can pretend if it makes you feel better, but I have imagined myself between your thighs many, many times.
Her face was turning beet red now…She had enjoyed kissing Viktor, and he had been respectful of her back then knowing she was young, and hadn't pushed her for anything more, but now he had no problem letting her know he had wanted more, or at least now he did.
Athena1979: I'm flattered, truly, and if circumstances were different, I would probably take you up on that, but, you are engaged, and so I must decline. Good luck Viktor.
She signed off and closed the laptop before he had a chance to respond. Had he really just propositioned her? She got up and went downstairs to get a glass of water, needing to somehow get the image of Viktor fucking her over the kitchen table out of her mind.
Finally, after tossing and turning, she finally drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning she woke up to another message from Ares731:
Athena1979
You are certainly correct that some curses and rituals serve no other purpose than that of causing pain, death, or other such unsavory things, however, I find that in some cases, even these have their place. Do we not as a society allow capital punishment? I believe the Dementor's kiss serves no other purpose than to provide death as the killing curse does, however, the Dementor's kiss has been absolved by society on the grounds of necessity. Both have their purpose, yet one is acceptable in its use, where the other is not…why?
I must confess, the thought of sending you a dick pic has never crossed my mind. Don't tempt me ;)
~Ares731
Hermione chuckled at his response to the dick pic comment. Even in such a small way, he was starting to flirt with her now, and she had to admit, that she liked it. There was something sexy and alluring to her when a man who possessed such a level of intelligence flirted with her.
She hit reply and typed out her response:
Ares731,
Oh the temptation! I honestly can't conceive of going through another day without seeing a photo of your massive cock. That was sarcasm by the way ;)
As far as whether or not one method of killing should be socially acceptable over another, I would think it would depend on how humane it is. Personally, I think the killing curse would be a more humane way to die than having your soul sucked out by a Dementor…call me old fashioned. So where have you traveled? I haven't yet had much of an opportunity, but I hope that will change one day soon.
~Athena1979
Hermione smirked as she closed the laptop, and then hopped in the shower to get ready for the day. She and Harry were taking a day off with cleaning, and she thankfully had a quiet day if reading ahead. She had read through half of a novel by lunchtime, and so she decided to make herself a sandwich and see if Ares had replied yet. She opened the laptop and sure enough there was a message waiting in her inbox from him and also one from Viktor. Oh God.
She opened Viktor's message first:
Hermoninny,
I hope you are not angry with me for what I said. You must know that it was not my decision to marry, and there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about a future with you. I'll be in Britain for match against Chudley Cannons next week, I would very much like to see you.
~V
Just as she finished reading it, Harry walked into the kitchen and took half of her sandwich off of her plate.
"Oi! Make your own!" she said laughing at him as he took a large bite.
"So any messages today?" he asked curiously trying to get a look at her inbox.
"A few. It turns out that EnsnaringtheSenses65 was in fact Professor Snape. He knew right away it was me and turned tail and ran." She said chuckling.
"And the other bloke? Ares something or other?" Harry asked
"We've been writing back and forth. He's very interesting." She said letting out a sigh.
"That's not what's on your mind though, is it?" Harry asked being able to tell when Hermione was having a moral dilemma.
"Let's say, hypothetically, that someone from your past who still has feelings for you, and wants to see you, even though they are now engaged, and you kind of want to see them too, but you know you shouldn't…" Hermione said
"It's Krum, isn't it." Harry asked smirking at her.
"Yeah. He wants to see me when he's in town next week, but I know it would be a really bad idea." She said massaging her temples.
"Well, you were friends, right? Why would it be so bad to catch up?" He asked innocently.
"Erm…friends…yeah. The problem is, this friend kind of wants to bend me over a desk and have his way with me, and I kind of want to let him." Hermione admitted biting her lip nervously.
Harry's mouth dropped open at her admission.
"Hermione, I really didn't need to know that." Harry said laughing.
"Well, I can't do it, obviously, he's engaged. I'd feel too guilty. But the temptation is still there." Hermione said putting her head in her hands.
"Hermione, have you ever…?" Harry asked sheepishly making motions with his hands that Hermione was trying hard not to laugh at.
"No, the opportunity never really presented itself; I was too young when I last saw Viktor, and nothing ever happened between Ron and I…" Hermione admitted.
"Do you love Viktor?" he asked, surprising her with his question.
"Well, I'm over it now, If that's what you're getting at, but at one time, I thought I did." She answered honestly.
"Well, then I think you have your answer. If you're not still in love with him, I think you will regret it." Harry told her.
She sighed, he was right, of course. Just because she was feeling a need to rid herself of her virginity, did not mean she should compromise her morals and give it away to just anyone. Not that Viktor was just anyone, but she knew that she should wait until she was with someone she cared about and could have some sort of a future with.
"Thanks, Harry." She said smiling at him as he stood up and made his way over to the door
"Anytime. I'm going to Floo to the Burrow for a bit to play some Quidditch, do you want to come?" he asked
"No, I think I'll stay here and relax a bit more, but tell everyone I said hello." She told him
Harry nodded and headed over to the Floo and a moment later he was gone. She looked back down at her laptop, and clicked on the message from Ares731:
Athena1979,
You know if you wanted to see my massive cock (and it is massive) you only need ask…
As for travelling, I have travelled quite extensively, all over Europe, the Mediterranean, Cairo, and to South America. Is there any place in particular that you wish to visit?
~Ares731
Just as she was about to reply, she heard the tell-tale ding from an incoming message. She hoped to God it wasn't Viktor.
Ares731: I hope you're not too busy looking at Dick pics.
Athena1979: Haha, no…I was just reading your message actually.
Ares731: And?
Athena1979: Were you hoping I'd ask to see your massive cock? ;)
Ares731: Minx
Athena1979: You started it ;)
Ares731: Usually, I finish it too.
Athena1979: Is that a threat?
Ares731: No, it's a promise…
Athena1979: Well, I'll look forward to you finishing me off then…
Ares731: So aside from being impressionably young, tell me more about yourself.
Athena1979: What makes you think I am young?
Ares731: I am willing to bet that the 1979 in your screen name is the year that you were born.
Athena1979: Ah. Yes. Is it that obvious?
Ares731: lucky guess.
Athena1979: Well, when you say I'm young, I would take that to mean that I am younger than yourself…by how many years are you robbing the cradle?
Ares731: Lets just say, I am old enough to be your father…
Hermione was intrigued by this…she had always been drawn to older men, because honestly, the boys her age were far too immature for her liking. She would never have admitted it to Harry, but she had always had a bit of a crush on Sirius.
Athena1979: That's not actually a turn off for me ;)
Ares731: Really?
Athena1979: Really. There is nothing sexier than a man with confidence, intelligence, and experience.
Ares731: Come to daddy…
Athena1979: :o
Ares731: Have you ever been with a man before?
Athena1979: Not fully, no.
Ares731: So you are a virgin then?
Athena1979: Yes, not that I want it printed on the front Page of the Daily Prophet…
Ares731: Oh the things I could show you…
Athena1979: That doesn't turn you off?
Ares731: Quite the opposite
Athena1979: So…what sorts of things?
Ares731: Wouldn't you like to know…
Athena1979: I would actually…
Ares731: Well, maybe I'll tell you…would be willing to try something?
Athena1979: That depends on what it is…
Ares731: I've developed a spell that will allow me to enter your mind through a dream. Whatever I do in the dream, you will actually feel. Are you brave enough to try it?
Athena1979: Hmm…it sounds dark, and I don't know you…
Ares731: True, and I suppose it could be considered dark, but if you recall our earlier discussion, things that are dark aren't necessarily always used that way. It can be used for pleasure just as easily as anything else.
Athena1979: How do I know that you won't use it to hurt me?
Ares731: You don't… ;)
Warning bells were going off in her mind, she knew how reckless and frankly stupid it would be to do this, but there was also this thrill that she got when she thought about doing something taboo.
Athena1979: What do I need to do?
Area731: nothing, except open your mind to me. I can direct my magic to you through our connection here. Before you go to sleep tonight, put a silencing charm on your room.
Athena1979: And why should I do that?
Ares731: Because I plan on making you scream…
Athena1979: That sounds promising. How do you plan to do that, may I ask?
Ares731: I have my ways. You'll just have to wait until tonight.
Athena1979: And what do you get out of this?
Ares731: The pleasure of hearing you beg.
Athena1979: And does this spell work both ways?
Ares731: It could, however, I need to be convinced of how badly you wish to touch me first.
Hermione blushed. She had no idea what Ares looked like, other than that he was apparently old enough to be her father, and that he was rather talented with magic, if not a little bold. She knew she should absolutely not allow him access to her dreams, but after her dilemma with Viktor, she really needed to take the edge off. This, in a twisted way would be safer, since it would all be happening in her mind, even if it felt real. She would not actually be losing her virginity to some stranger she met online, and honestly, if he made her forget about Viktor's offer, all the better.
Athena1979: Alright…tell me what to do.
Ares731: You will need to close your eyes, and clear your mind, thinking only about allowing me access to your mind. You'll feel a tingle when the spell has completed. Tonight when you go to sleep, you'll feel me.
Athena1979: Okay – I'm ready.
Hermione closed her eyes and cleared her mind, only thinking about Ares and how she wanted him to come to her. A few moments later, she felt a light tingling sensation in her head, and it was actually quite pleasant; almost the way it feels when you've had a few drinks, without the fuzziness.
She opened her eyes and saw his final comment on the screen, showing he had now logged off
Ares731: Until tonight…
It was done then, she had allowed him to access her dreams, and she hoped that she wouldn't be regretting that decision later.
Before long, she was yawning, having realized that several more hours had passed while she had her nose in a book. Harry was still not back, and most likely wouldn't return until the next day, so she padded up the stairs and took a long hot shower before climbing into bed in only a pair of white cotton knickers before placing a silencing spell on the room, just to be safe. She had a way of alerting Harry if something went wrong, but she didn't want to use that unless sit truly was an emergency.
Her eyes drifted closed, and she could feel the soft mattress beneath her dip under someone else's weight towards the foot of the bed. She tried to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't. Her heart began to race then, until she felt a finger press against her lips and a sensual voice in her ear telling her to relax. The finger trailed down over her lips, down her neck, and between her breasts. She arched her back slightly wanting to encourage the stranger to touch her more fully.
"Ares" she whispered, and was rewarded with a deep chuckle
"Yes…"he answered and she felt his warm breath on her cheek as his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear causing her to inhale sharply.
She turned her face, her lips parted slightly wanting him to kiss her. She felt his lips trail down her neck and a warm hand begin to kneed her breast and tease her nipple.
She gasped at the contact and moaned softly, encouraging him to continue
"Mmmm…" she heard his groan near her ear, and she so badly want to reach out and touch him, but she found that no matter where she put her hands, she couldn't feel him, so she left her hands at her sides.
She felt his long fingered hand caress her over the soft swell of her stomach and she had to bite her lip when she felt the finger trace her slit over her white cotton knickers, which she knew were already quite damp. She felt the hands gently grasp her knickers and slide them slowly over her hips and down her legs.
"You are so wet for me already and we've only just begun."
"Please…" Hermione whimpered letting her legs fall open and she rocked her hips forward to encourage his exploration of her body. She felt first one and then a second finger slide into her as his thumb rubbed her clit in small circles.
"Yes…oh God, please don't stop…" she whispered huskily as she writhed against the invisible hand
"God isn't here right now" he chuckled again enjoying how wanton she was for him.
She could feel pressure building up inside of her, and she remembered feeling something like this happening to her once before when she had been straddling Viktor and kissing him. It was a sort of feeling like she was on the edge of something, and she knew the feeling of release she was chasing was all that she needed. It was then that she felt his tongue lap at her as the fingers continued pumping into her, curling just slightly creating a dangerous rhythm that was threatening to send her over that edge.
She heard his voice again, whispering in her ear, yet coming from all around her at the same time "You taste like the sweetest honey…Come for me"
A moment later she cried out, her body shuddering against his invisible hand and mouth
"Yes…Tell me you want more…Beg me."
Hermione had never felt anything so amazing in her life, and she knew immediately she wanted to feel more….
"Please…I want you…" she begged writhing under his hands that were everywhere all at one; caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples, massaging her thighs and kneading her bum.
"Please what? Tell me what you want" he asked huskily in her ear
"Please fuck me…" she begged biting down on her lip as she felt a solid body move over hers. She couldn't touch him with her hands, but she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and the hard planes of his chest as it moved against hers. She could feel his cock, hard and ready at her entrance as she bucked her hips against his. He let out a groan as the tip of his cock moved against her clit and she moaned against his neck.
"Take a deep breath" he instructed her, and she did as he asked when she felt him thrust into her, breaking through her Maidenhead. He stilled inside of her, and she could feel the sting and the discomfort from his cock as it stretched her in a way that she had never felt before. After a few moments, the pain subsided to a dull throb as he began to move inside of her, slowly at first, and then picking up his pace.
"So tight" she heard him mumble and it turned into a growl as he began fucking her in earnest now. She felt the pressure building up again in her belly, and her legs were suddenly pushed up over his shoulders as he continued to pound into her relentlessly, hitting a deeper spot inside of her now. Finally, his lips captured hers, and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue sliding against hers, as he pushed her into her climax. She cried out feeling the waves of pleasure that started at her center spread through her whole body, even down to her toes as he pumped into her a few more times spilling himself deep within her.
"That was…oh my God…I'm still shaking." Hermione said smiling as she laughed feeling completely and utterly satisfied.
She heard his sensuous chuckle again near her ear, "It wasn't God that made you come like that, my Athena." she felt his teeth nip her ear playfully.
"No, it was you, my Ares." She sighed softly snuggling down into her pillow
"Sleep now" he whispered, and just like that, he was gone and she fell into a blissful sleep.
