*Shrugs* this was inspired by boredom and a terribly naughty mind.
Warning: Gonna be very naughty so NO children, please.
Pairing: Hermione/Madam Pince
Every since Hermione Granger was just a little girl she has always enjoyed the smell of books. The mere whiff of their strong musky scent would always put her mind at ease and her worries to rest. She mainly blamed it on the fact that she would fall asleep on them whilst reading as a child but if she was being honest with herself it wasn't just the smell that soothed her, it was the words. Yes, it was the beautifully woven pieces of art etched across page after page that could give you unlimited knowledge but on the other hand, could also take you to faraway places and unknown worlds. That is why it didn't come to anyone's surprise that the library was Hermione's favorite place at Hogwarts. Nobody understood the joy that books brought her except for maybe one person that is.
Inquisitive chocolate eyes darted to and fro until finally, they landed on their prize. Hermione's pink lips tugged upward into a bright smile. Sitting ramrod straight in her usual creaky ancient chair, Madam Pince was lost within the pages of a Hogwarts: A History book.
The librarian must have sensed another's presence because her head snapped upward in alertness and those steel gray eyes immediately fell right upon the younger witch. Meeting the steely gaze head-on, Hermione flashed the elder witch a bright cheeky smile which was returned as it always was by Pince narrowing her gray eyes into suspicious slits and full on glaring at the girl.
Hermione kept face but mentally rolled her own. Ever since all that with Harry and Ron, Madam Pince had become rather bitter toward her. Of course, it never really bothered her much, just mainly amused her.
Shaking her head to stifle the Cheshire grin forming, Hermione turned on the spot and headed straight for her favorite table. Sitting down, she carelessly tossed the bag onto the surface. Reaching deep inside, she pulled out a thick Advanced Transfiguration textbook.
A groan bubbled from plump pink lips, she had come to love Professor McGonagall almost like another mother but Merlin that woman knew she could load you down with homework.
One hour later and over halfway through an enormous stack of notes, Hermione put down her quill and wrung out her sore hand in an attempt to relieve some of the stiffness in her joints. She really did need to learn how to take more breaks. Feeling the need to stretch her legs, Hermione pushed the hard wooden chair back and stood. She groaned as blood rushed to her lower limbs making them prickle unpleasantly and causing her to wobble a bit.
Raking her eyes over the hundreds of book titles, Hermione let a small smile grace her lips and she sighed in contentment. This is where she belonged, this is where she felt safest. Finding the particular book she'd been searching for. She slowly reached upward to grasp it. Only to be stopped by hot air ghosting across her ear.
"Have you found what you were looking for, Ms. Granger?" A husky feminine voice sounded right beside the younger girl's ear. Startled, Hermione gasped taking in a chest full of air through mouth and nose.
She froze still holding the book in mid-air. What is that smell? She inhaled another long deep pull. Brown eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was not something she could pinpoint. The scent smelled to Hermione like a mixture between cut grass, sandalwood, and something musky, something that was pure animistic. Oh my, it was like delicious, primal sin. It caressed her insides; traveling to all sensory organs plucking them like stings. A growl rumbled low and deep within her chest. Her normally restless mind was now dumbed down to just one basic thought. Must mate.
"Ms. Granger." Came a sultry purr from behind sending warm tingles race up and down her spine.
Hands butter soft due to years of light labor skimmed over the younger woman's ribs causing Hermione to gasp out and once again take a lung full of the intoxicating aroma. Hearing the small gasp, Madam Pince continued her journey upward until with one swift she cupped the younger witch's breasts. Hermione unconsciously arched her back and whimpered. Hermione could feel wetness pool out of her, soaking her white cotton panties.
Thumbs circled around already perk nipples straining against the scratchy fabric and thin pink lips found the back of her neck. Hermione slowly moved her head to the side giving the elder witch enough room to maneuver which she readily took advantage of.
Suddenly the pleasurable attention left Hermione's breasts causing a pitiful whimper of protest to escape full lips but just as quickly it was replaced by a low moan as those sure devilish hands began their descent toward the hem of her grey wool skirt. Hermione could feel the elder woman's hand hiking her skirt up around her shapely hips and another one on her inner thighs rubbing circles against the sensitive skin then began to make its way upward. Bypassing Hermione's cotton underwear and she carefully slipped a hand straight underneath. Finding the younger woman's clit, she placed an index and middle finger over it and began to move them in soft circles. Hermione moaned, and quickly placed a hand on top of the other woman's pressing the digits even harder onto her pulsing nub.
"Hmmm oh yes!" She moaned wiggling her hips, encouraging the woman's fingers to go even lower.
Without hesitating, Pince obeyed and with one swift move, she thrust two fingers deep into the soaked pussy. Caught off guard, Hermione shrieked. Giving her a moment to adjust Pince finally began to thrust. In and out, in and out, she quickly sat a fast steady pace. Hermione arched her back like a cat farther impelling herself harder on those deliciously long fingers.
All too quickly she could feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm building and building until..."Oh, Merlin. Yes! Yes!" Hermione screamed letting her head fall forward hard onto the uneven service of book spines. The thrusts slowed milking the girl of every last tremor.
Hermione inhaled deeply in a fruitless attempt to quell a rapidly beating heart finally after what seemed like a lifetime she slowly turned around.
As her chocolate eyes took in Madam Pince's appearance she could not help but to giggle. Normally slick salt and pepper hair was now in wild tangles and the usually neat clothing was unbuttoned and wrinkled. Taking offense, Pince frowned and made move to leave only to be stopped by a hand upon her arm.
"Wait. Don't you want a turn?" Hermione purred moving her hand up and down the other woman's arm. Madam Pince's eyes widened to epic proportions and her breathing once again picked up.
Hermione smirked moving in front of the woman she slowly dropped to her knees. Quickly, she slid the other woman's skirt upward and ripped her panties down. At the first touch of Hermione's tongue, Pince's neck snapped back and a loud moan escaped her lips. Hermione smiled then moaned as she felt shaky hands sink into her thick mane, forcing her head hard against the sweet wetness, rubbing it hard against that wicked little mouth until she too screamed out as an orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.
In a shaky slowness, Hermione rose to her feet and gazed at the other woman. Hard grey met chocolate in a battle of who would say something first surprisingly it was Pince. "Ummm" She cleared her throat "Ms. Granger, what happened just now is to never leave this room understand." She gave the girl a hard glare.
Hermione nodded in agreement, watching as the older woman straighten her clothes and hair just before walking away.
Left alone in the silence the primal high faded leaving behind a twisted reality. Had that just happened? Did she really just had sex with Madam Pince? Oh Merlin, she did. Hermione felt nausea bubble within her stomach quickly she dashed to the neared trash can and emptied out her guts.
Unbeknownst to the pair, cold icy blue eyes had witnessed the whole scene from the doorway. An evil grin broke out across their face and a low chuckle escaped their throat. "That will teach that little know-it-all mudblood." Pansy Parkinson laughed, stepping back away from the entrance she quickly bent down and scooped up the empty vial containing small traces of a strange crimson glowing liquid. "Who knew Draco's Love is in the Air potion would come in handy." She then hurriedly walked away to spread this new delicious gossip.
AN: Now excuse me whilst I continue my journey to hell lol...Perty Please R&R