Round 4. Enjoy
Dinner had been a relatively quiet affair, the four friends catching up with eachother as they ate their Japanese food. Rather it had been quiet until Luna let slip that she had known Laecyn was alive for the past 4 years. Laecyn had face palmed herself when once again Hermioine's temper flared and it became directed on Luna. Harry hadn't faired much better when he had found out that Luna had known about it due to her Elven heritage and their families being close, a surprise to both himself and Hermione. The tension had been broken with a " That explains alot," comment from Hermione that left the others chuckling, but the look Hermione had given Laecyn promised a long chat when everyone was gone. That chat came far too quickly for Laecyn's taste when Harry and Luna had decided to part ways for the night, the two women standing in the doorway as the couple apparated away.
"I'm going to clean up the kitchen," Laecyn sighed turning away from the door and walking towards the kitched.
"Don't think you're getting out of this," Hermione said softly closing the front door and looking at Laecyn's back.
"Who says you can't follow me into the kitchen and talk?" Laecyn said throwing a smirk over her shoulder, earning a huff from the Gryffindor as she disappeared into the kitchen. Chuckling, she set about cleaning the island, throwing away the empty food cartons, and placing the utensils and glasses in the sink. Hermione stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching Laecyn clean up the kitchen, her anger slowly dissipating and being replaced with a warmth and feeling of fondness as she watched the taller woman. She looks so domestic, Hermione thought to herself, her heart fluttering a bit before sadness crept in. She couldn't help but remember when she had run from the feelings that she had harbored for Laecyn after they had become friends. She had realized that she was more than attracted to her friend near the end of her Fourth Year and had gotten scared. Instead she threw her attention to Ron, hoping that the feelings were just a silly little crush. How wrong she was. It wasn't until after Laecyn had died and the war had ended that she finally realized what she had lost, that she finally realized what had been in front of her the whole time. She had an emotional breakdown after that, and that had caused a rift in her and Ron's relationship. Not that it wasn't already suffering due to Ron's over grown ego and hero complex. Now looking at Laecyn moving around her kitchen, she couldn't help but wonder where they would be if things had gone differently.
"Hermione I can hear your brain moving and feel your sadness," Laecyn said without turning around, drawing Hermione out of her thoughts. She was surprised when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, a pair of lips ghosting the back of her neck causing her to pause with washing the utensils as shivers ran through her spine. She inhaled when she felt warmth flow through her body at the contact, a sense of peace and was that love? spreading through her.
"I want to be angry at you," whispered Hermione tightening her hold. "In fact I want to punch you repeatedly in the face." Laecyn allowed a small smile to cross her lips at that admission, knowing that Hermione probably would.
"I think kneeing me in the crotch was good enough." muttered Laecyn wincing at the memory before turning around in Hermione's arms.
"You deserved it," chuckled Hermione loosening her grip on Laecyn's waist. "So tell about this cunning tongue Luna mentioned." Hermione said putting on her serious face fixing Laecyn with a sharp, predatory stare that surprised her if not aroused her. Just how much of my blood affected her? Laecyn briefly thought, studying Hermione closely taking in her looks, personality, and recalling their brief tussel in the hallway. It took a few moments but a realization hit her like a ton of bricks, as she took note of the shift in Hermione's looks and demeanor from the woman she knew to a woman whose gaze shifted to that of predator, eyes growing dark near black, gaze focused and sharp, her body giving off a dark seductive, dangerous aura. Every move she made was calculated, precise and graceful, she radiated power, Laecyn could smell her own essence in the Gryffindor. She had seen Hermione's teeth when she smiled they were still normal which gave Laecyn a bit of relief but not much as she realized that standing before her was a Hermione Granger that was on that very thin line between Human and a turned Vampyre and it made Laecyn's nature very aroused.
"Well?" came Hermione's voice breaking Laecyn out of her thoughts, Hermione's eyebrow raised in challenge. A battle of wills, thought Laecyn as she sensed Hermione's new persona pushing itself onto hers. Not bad for someone who hasn't changed or accepted the claim, she thought thrilled at the presented challenge.
"Ah, cunning tongue," Laecyn said throwing Hermione her own predatory smirk, the air in the room growing thick with an electrical charge. Hermione held back a growl as Laecyn nuzzled the pulse point on her neck, one of Laecyn's hands cupping her cheek and neck. She felt a sharp, almost painful surge of arousal spike through her lower stomach as Laecyn's own nature threatened to overpower hers.
"Tell me something little Gryffindor," Laecyn said in a low husky voice, placing a light kiss on Hermione pulse, before nipping it. "What are Slytherins mostly known for?" she asked her lips hovering over the juncture of Hermione's neck and shoulder, her nature almost begging her to finish the claim that had started all those years ago. Hermione shivered as she felt her body respond to Laecyn's voice, to her bite, to the harsh feeling of arousal that radiated through her body from their bond. She desperately wanted to give in to what her body wanted, and to what Laecyn's obviously wanted to if she had to guess right. But she would not lose the battle of wills that Laecyn had initiated, nature be damned, she was would outsmart this Vampyric Elf.
"They are known for their arrogance," Hermione breathed out in a voice just as seductive as Laecyn's before gasping as Laecyn gave her solid bite before soothing the spot with her tongue.
"Keep going," muttered Laecyn as she ran her free hand up Hermione's side, stopping as her thumb just barely ghosted the underside of her breast. She held back a moan as Hermione's body pushed itself into hers. At this rate neither of us will win, thought Laecyn as her thoughts went from competition to others more sexually deviant causing her dick to get hard. Hermione inwardly smirked as she felt Laecyn's arousal, a plan formulating in her mind.
"They are known for Pureblooded Elitism," whispered Hermione earning a nip on her neck in response, Laecyn's hand sliding up a bit higher, thumb fully brushing her breast.
"I'm offended by that statement," Laecyn whispered in Hermione's ear.
"I'm sorry that's the only experience I can remember with Slytherins." smirked Hermione turning her head to whisper in Laecyn's ear. "You'll have to refresh my memory," she whispered nipping Laecyn's ear. She didn't have time to be surprised when Laecyn's hands quickly found their way to her ass and lifted her up, her lips quickly capturing hers in a deep kiss. Hermione wrapped her legs around Laecyn's waist as Laecyn walked them to the living room and the couch. Gently, Laecyn lowered Hermione to the plush leather couch, breaking the kiss to look into the black eyes of Hermione Granger.
"You have a horrible memory," Laecyn whispered rolling her hips into Hermione's center, her mind barely keeping her desire at bay. "Slytherins are the masters of words," she said in between kisses, their hips rolling together. "We can sway any mind with a simple flick of the tongue." she finished finally letting go of her inhibitions and giving into her desires as Hermione's arousal flooded their bond. Hermione felt a sense of triumph as she felt Laecyn let go and give in. Thank the gods, she thought as Laecyn's hand cupped her breast, causing her to arch her back. I probably wouldn'tve been able to resist anymore, she thought. No matter how much she wanted to rip the older woman's clothes off, she had a point to prove. Before Laecyn knew what was going on, Hermione flipped her off the couch and onto her back on the floor.
"What the-" Laecyn said surprised, her brain slowly coming back into focus as Hermione straddled her hips and held her arms above her head.
"Listen to me and listen real good," Hermione said leaning forward pressing their torsos together, the forward motion causing her center to grind onto Laecyn's erection eliciting a hiss from the Vampyre. Hermione had to settle herself down as every part of her craved Laecyn's touch, her center wet.
"I'm listening," Laecyn said huskily catching the scent of Hermione's arousal, a cocky smirk on her lips that allowed Hermione to regain control of her horomones.
"You may have a cunning tongue Laecyn Connaught," Hermione said in a firm voice. "But I am a Gryffindor and I am not so easy. You have my forgiveness but I will not forget what you've done." she whispered giving Laecyn one last searing kiss before getting off her and walking out of the living room. Laecyn lay there momentarily stunned wondering what had just happened before smiling. I just got out manuevered and out willed, she thought chuckling silently to herself, feeling a sense of pride aimed at the woman that she loved. Sitting up, she took note of her still present erection groaning as she realized that she would have to wait till Hermione went to bed before relieving herself. Fuck, was her only thought as she layed back down preparing herself for a long night.
I'm thinking this was rushed but I wrote half of this at work. Oh well.
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