AN: I know I've been a bad uploader but life has been really hard the last couple of months. But I've got my own pc back so I can write a lot more, or at least I hope I can.
This is the first one of the fantasies that wasn't included in lust potion nr 5 but was in the list. So I hope you enjoy!
Hermione groaned when she opened her eyes. She slowly touched her forehead, rubbing it softly. She started looking around the large room she was in. It wasn't really decorated except for the dark grey chaise lounge in the middle of the room. Luxurious jewel toned fabrics were draped over it.
Hermione looked down at her outfit like every beginning of a new fantasy. She was wearing something distinctly muggle. She was wearing a dark wash skinny jeans with a flowy dark purple top with a black faux-leather jacket. Black ankle boots completed her look.
'Would it be a muggleborn like me? Or just someone who loves muggle style?' Hermione walked around, not noticing the other occupant of the room. Until a flash of a camera startled her.
Hermione turned around, looking at a smiling Dean. "Sorry 'Mione, to startle you like that but you looked absolutely beautiful like that. I want to thank you again for helping me with my photography class."
Hermione just smiled and proceeded to walk around the room. She stopped in front of the large window, which was the main light source of the room. "How did you know to ask the Room for this?"
Dean smiled and proceeded to unwrap his tripod and installing his camera. "It reminds me of a set I visited with my mother when I was little. She used to take awesome pictures in her free time, until she had my brother and sister. And I needed something different then a stuffy room so voila!"
Hermione smiled. "Ok tell me what do I need to do?"
Dean began blushing. "Well actually I would like a few different kinds of shoots today if you don't mind." Hermione shook her head which made Dean smile. "I knew I could count on you 'Mione! I would love to try a fun loose one and a boudoir one. If you don't mind?"
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "Nope, you pull the strings today." Dean smirked. 'Ok, why do I sound so eager all the time in these fantasies? I would never in a million years walk into that like I did now. I'm not that naïve!'
Hermione took of her jacket and ran her fingers through her hair. "Ok maestro, who do I need to do?"
Dean started explaining little poses or set ups he had in mind. 'Wow Dean is really fascinating. Maybe I can talk to him about art when this lust potion situation is over.'
After following Dean's direction for what felt like an hour, the Room slowly changed into a more intimate setting. The only thing that was still there was the chaise lounge draped with the fabrics.
In the corner of the room, a vintage privacy screen and a stack of clothes appeared. Hermione was slightly nervous. "Hermione are you sure you want to do this?" Dean asked as he looked concerned at her.
Hermione just nodded and walked behind the screen. 'Ok let's see this first outfit. Mmmh, this actually isn't that bad…' The first outfit consisted out of a burgundy coloured lace bra with matching boy shorts, a male white dress shirt and a pair of black thigh high stockings. She put on the lingerie and the shirt. She took the stockings with her, walking back to Dean.
"I guess one of the shots is me putting those on very slowly?" Hermione said teasingly.
Dean blushed and nodded slightly. "That's just classic sexiness."
Hermione laughed while shaking her head. "A woman can be so much sexier than just putting on see through socks that come up to our thighs."
Dean smirked. "Care to show me then?"
Hermione stared at him with her eyebrow raised. "Well challenge accepted, good sir."
After the obligatory stocking picture, Hermione tried her best to look sexy. She mushed up her curls, making them a little wilder. She buttoned up one of the middle buttons of the shirt and pulled it off her shoulders, but it still covered the tops of her breasts. 'The sleeves are too long but that can be cute can't it?'
Dean looked flabbergasted. 'That was Hermione. Gods she looks so sexy. I don't know if I can continue this shoot.'
"Dean? Is it too childish? Tell me what to do…" Hermione said nibbling on her lower lip. She felt a little insecure, she was so sure this had been sexy. She had seen it before on in a magazine and she always thought that picture was sexy so…
Dean walked up to her and placed his hands on Hermione's cheeks. "Hermione stop fretting. You look sexy as all hell. I just didn't know it would affect me this much."
"Affect you Dean?" Hermione asked, looking up through her lashes at him.
Instead of answering her question, he bent down and pressed a soft kiss on hers. Hermione gasped but kissed him back as she felt him pulling away. She bit his lower lip softly.
Dean ran his hands down her sides and rested them on her hips. "This wasn't my plan when I asked you to help me. But I just couldn't stop myself."
Hermione just pulled his head back down a bit and brushed her lips against his, deepening the kiss before he could pull away. "I know, I don't doubt your intentions." Hermione smiled as she brushed her fingers over his cheek. Hermione wished there was a bed in that room, when suddenly behind them a large and comfy bed appeared.
"Hermione?" Dean asked, but Hermione shushed him, her fingertips touching his lips. She took his hand in hers and pulled him to the bed.
"Dean, don't overthink this."
"But Hermione…"
"We'll see what this brings but you're never losing me as a friend, please Dean I need this tonight."
Dean's resolve crumbled when Hermione put her hand on his chest. He looked up into those whiskey coloured eyes and knew that if he didn't make love to her now, he would always regret it.
"Are you sure, love?"
Hermione nodded and started to unbutton his shirt. She pushed him on the bed and pushed his shirt down his arms. Hermione straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Dean placed soft kisses on her forehead, kissing down her cheeks, her neck and her cleavage. He undid the one button of her shirt. Hermione felt the fabric caress her skin when it made its way down her arms.
Dean kissed the tops of her breasts, which made Hermione gasp. She felt like she was on fire and Dean was the only one who could save her. His hands roamed her soft and supple body. His hands stopped on her thighs.
"I think you should stay on top. Than you can decide our pace."
Hermione nodded and started fumbling with Dean's belt, but he stopped her. He slowly undid the beltbuckle himself. After that his hands wandered up her back and undid her bra clasp.
Hermione sighed as Dean's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing her areolas. It made her arch her back in pleasure and she couldn't hold back the soft moaning.
Dean smirked, planting soft kisses on her exposed breasts. Hermione ran her hands through his short black hair, but gripped it in her hand and pulled his head back, pressing a passionate kiss on her lips.
Hermione became bolder, she moved her hips against his. She felt his erection push against the fabric. She lifted her hips so she could release him from his boxers.
Dean was losing his patience and ripped her boy shorts. He brushed the tip of his member along her slit. Hermione moaned. It felt so good but she knew she had the power.
Dean pushed his member between her puffy lips and Hermione moaned.
Dean knew that he wasn't going to last very long the first time but Hermione was more important at the moment. Hermione let him slip deeper inside her until he filled her up.
Dean pressed his lips on her shoulder before he kissed her lips again. Hermione put her hands on either side of his neck and held him close. She kissed him passionately and started moving her hips. Dean's moans were silenced with her lips before he lost himself in her movements.
Hermione couldn't stop moving her hips, she needed release so badly.
When Dean brushed his thumb against her enlarged clit, she couldn't hold it anymore and she cried out in ecstasy.
Hermione felt Dean kissing her neck and face when the darkness once more took her away.
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