Sup. This update may seem a bit random to a few of you. I haven't published anything on this site for maybe a year now /: But I'm back, and I figured I'd start with this fic to get you guys going. Enjoy :)

I began with a little scene from the last chapter in case you forgot something kind of important that happened. Not that the sex wasn't important too... ;)


He walked over to his pants and stooped down over them, picking them up and searching through all the pockets for something. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and secured it between his fingers, letting his pants drop back to the floor. Harry looked around Hermione's room for where she kept her books. Once he spotted them, he tiptoed over and quietly slipped it into the one at the top.

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"I've got to get ready for classes now," he whispered softly, looking into her eyes.

Hermione pouted.

"I," he leaned down again and kissed her, "will be back as soon as I'm done for the day."

She grabbed his face and kissed him again.

"Got it?" he mumbled, pulling away from the kiss.

"Mmph," Hermione pulled him back and grabbed his lips again with hers. This time, she pushed him away. "Yes sir."

Harry grinned. "Good. I like it when you listen." He got up and started putting on his clothes.

Hermione grabbed his shirt collar and pulled his face down to meet hers. They were millimeters away from each other. "I like it when you listen," she said firmly.

Harry exhaled and smiled widely, blowing his breath around her face. "Yes ma'am."

Hermione let go of his shirt and ruffled his hair. "Good boy."

Harry barked. "Ruff!"

Hermione laughed. "Easy there Fido."

"Make sure you go to your classes," he told her, changing the subject as he put on his shoes.

"As if you've got to tell me that!"

They laughed. Harry grabbed his wand and winked.

"And remember to take your books!"

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The hell am I supposed to focus in this damn class when all I can think about is Harry?

Hermione put both her elbows on her desk then slumped her chin into the palms of her hands. Her hair fell down at either side of her shoulders.

"Students, open your books to chapter six,"

God, six sounds like sex…

Hermione closed her legs tightly, crossing one over the other. Focus. She opened the book and a slip of paper fell out. What is this?

She unfolded the piece of paper onto the desk in front of her. It was – blank. Her head cocked to the side, mind racing to try and figure out what it was.

Letters suddenly started forming in the centre of the page. One word sprawled itself in big fancy letters and looked up questioningly at her.

Hello?

Hermione screwed her eyebrows as the dark black ink faded slowly away. She was so confused.

Don't be confused!

New words came. Hermione twisted her mouth and jerked back in her chair. The words faded again.

It's me! Harry.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Just the sight of his name turned her on.

Well, come on! Say something!

The words faded once more. Hermione grabbed her feather and dipped it in the tiny bottle of ink.

What is this?

She wrote the words slowly onto the parchment and watched as they disappeared. Her reply came seconds later.

It's Note Passing Parchment. I slipped it into your book this morning while you were sleeping.

Hermione blushed as the ink faded away. She wrote back.

You cheeky, cheeky boy.

The second the ink disappeared a new message came through.

What colour underwear are you wearing?

Hermione's eyes widened. What?

What does it matter? She wrote back.

I want to know what to expect when I get under that skirt of yours later.

The heat rose in Hermione's cheeks before she began smirking to herself.

They're bright pink. What colour are yours?

The writing faded. More came.

Same.

Hermione's face flushed.

Harry!

She squeezed her legs shut tighter.

And I bet you look sexy in them, she added.

The words faded.

You'll find out tonight, won't you?

Hermione screwed her eyebrows.

Tonight? Why not this afternoon? Right after class?

She needed Harry. She couldn't wait all the way utill tonight.

I've got Quidditch practice.

Hermione frowned. Then she smiled.

Come right after practice.

I will.

And don't shower.

Hermione grinned. She waited for the reply.

I won't.

She could feel her underwear getting soaked. God this was bad.

I want you so much right now Hermione.

And yet so, so excruciatingly good.

Me too, Harry. Just wait, when you come up from practice I'm gonna lay you down and lick the sweat off of your skin.

I could get used to being cleaned like that, he wrote back.

Anything you want, Harry.

Anything?

Hermione could just feel the smile on his face from reading his writing. She grinned to herself.

Anything.

The letters faded away into the paper.

Rule number one, then:

Hermione's entire body tingled.

When I'm there tonight, once I lie you down on the bed, you're not allowed to move.

Hermione stroked her chin with her left hand and wrote.

I could do that.

Not one single muscle.

Challenge accepted, she answered.

Rule two:

Hermione giggled.

If you move, or try to kiss me or touch me, you have to do whatever I say whenever I say it for the next week.

Hermione nodded, mostly to herself. She could handle that. With pleasure, in fact.

Okay, Master.

She buried her hand in her robe and reached down between her legs, inconspicuously starting to rub herself. Slow, small movements so as not to get noticed. She couldn't help it.

Rule three:

She dug her fingers deeper into the ruffles of her uniform until they reached a thin, bright pink fabric. It was completely wet.

You have to let me do whatever I want with you tonight.

It was soaked and stuck to her skin.

What do you want to do with me?

Her fingers rubbed slow, small circles into the moist fabric.

You'll find out tonight.

Tell me now, Harry.

She rubbed faster, casually looking around to make sure no one was looking at her and no one could tell what she was doing.

I'm going to strip you. And practice this afternoon is going to be tough. I'll be hungry.

Hermione licked her lips.

So I'm gonna burry my face between your legs and eat up.

Hermione stifled a moan.

And what's gonna make it better is I'll get to feel you squirming at my mercy since you won't be able to move and you won't be able to stop me.

Hermione shuddered. Good shudders.

You're going to have to lay there and suffer through it until I'm all full.

Hermione's eyes glazed over.

And I'm a teenage boy. I eat a-l-o-t.

She dropped her feather onto the paper and grabbed onto the edge of her desk.

And you are going to fucking LOVE it.

Her heart was racing. She had to stop and catch her breath. She put both hands on her desk and buried her face in her book, pretending to read. She tried to breathe slowly. If talking about it made her heart race and turned her on so beyond belief she had no idea how she would possibly handle it in real life. She would go crazy.

Sweat dripped from her forehead.

Harry you are driving me into insanity. I need you now.

Oh, I'm not done.

Hermione shuddered.

Tell me more.

Don't eat dinner, okay?

Hermione looked cheekily to the side.

And why not?

She laughed a little, licking her lips.

Because YOUR dinner is being delivered.

Hermione tucked her hand under the droops of her robes again, slowly snaking her fingers down to her crotch.

Is it, now?

She could barely write with her unsteady hand. It was trembling with pleasure.

Your job is important, Harry continued, his words fading away as more took their place.

You need to make sure I'm all lubed up, so I can go in nice and easy when I'm ready.

Hermione rubbed faster.

But – how – can I do that – if I'm not – allowed to move?

Hermione was forcing the words slowly out of her shaking hand. Harry's reply came fast.

I'll have to come to you then, won't I?

Hermione tried her best to force back another hard grin.

I'll climb over you and bring my pelvis to your face. First class room service. Dinner delivered directly to your mouth. All you have to do is open up.

Hermione could feel her body shaking.

I'll go in gently at first. So you can taste.

Hermione licked her lips. She was losing control of her breathing.

Then I'll press deeper. 'Till I hit the back of your throat. You won't be able to get enough of it.

Hermione bit her lip to hold back a moan.

I'll bob my hips up and down to make sure everything gets nice and wet, just like I know you'll be.

Hermione just managed to answer a shakily written Mhm.

But it might take a while. I'm really big, so there's a lot of me.

Hermione's eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her fingers were completely soaked. The wet stain on her bright pink underwear had spread.

You take as longgg as you want.

Hermione dropped the pen after writing that and squeezed her legs shut around her arm.

And once I'm nice and lubed up, Harry continued, I'll ease my body down right over yours, so our faces connect and our pelvis's are in line.

Hermione started losing control of the rest of her body.

I'll put my lips to your ear and nibble on them, whispering 'I love you more than I've ever fucking loved anyone in my entire life' right before instantly pounding myself hard right into your tight, flooded walls.

Hermione grabbed the edge of her desk and screamed as the massive wave of an orgasm pulsed through her entire throbbing body.

"FINE!" the professor at the front of the classroom called out, "If it makes you all that angry I'll just postpone the test until the day after."

Hermione looked around as the rest of the class cheered.

"Just please, there is no need to scream in the middle of class like that over a silly little midterm!"

Hermione's face burned the deepest shade of red she could possibly imagine as she sank lower into her chair. More words started forming on the page.

And I'll fuck you senseless for the rest of the entire night so hard you're going to be praying for an extra day to study for your midterm.


-stbime