AN: This came into my head and I couldn't get rid of it. I might turn it into a multi-chapter thing. Don;t know. For those of you reading my Dean and Hermione story, don't worry new chapter should be up today or tomorrow.
Enjoy some Marcus/Hermione smut.
Hermione finished her glass of champagne as she watched Ron with distaste. Her ex-boyfriend had his hand up the skirt of a girl seated next to him at the table. He had been flirting with the blonde all night. He had practically forced Hermione to come to this dull party, knowing that she didn't find Quidditch as stimulating as he did, and then he ignored her all night in favor of flirting with his team mates sister.
Ron begged Hermione to come with him to the Quidditch Gala. Hermione told him no for a month. But then he begged and gave her that ridiculous pouty face and her resolve broke. She finally said yes after he offered to come with her to the ministry Christmas party. So, Hermione went out and bought a fancy dress. She took the time to tame her wild hair and even put on makeup. Here she was, all dolled up, in heels no less and Ron was fingering the girl next to him and hadn't paid a bit of attention to Hermione in hours.
Hermione wasn't jealous. Ron was free to fornicate with whomever he pleased tonight and any other night of his life. Their relationship had lasted all of six months and had been over for two years. Then she dated Viktor Krum and that had lasted a year. But that had been over for eight months. Hermione realized that part of her irritation at Ron probably came from the fact that she was sexually frustrated. She hadn't been with a man since she and Viktor split up and she was getting tired of taking care of herself.
Now, she had to sit here and watch her date slobber all over someone else?
Not that Ron was the person to be taking care of her needs. Their sex life had been adequate she supposed. On occasion she even had an orgasm that she didn't give to herself. Ron seemed satisfied with their coitus. She thought he was satisfied anyway- until she found him in bed (their bed) with a groupie. They parted ways and stayed friends. They were as close as they ever were. Flat mates even. They got along very well when they weren't trying to pretend to be in love with one another.
Hermione narrowed her eyes as Ron leaned over and kissed the girls neck and she moaned a little. For the love of Merlin, her brother was at the table. Hermione picked up her empty champagne flute. "I am going to the loo," she told Ron. He nodded in her direction but didn't take his eyes off of his new friend.
Hermione discarded the empty champagne flute on a trey being carried by a young waiter and smiled at him as she picked up a full one. She walked to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. She sipped her champagne and closed her eyes. She at least an hour until she could go home. This was going to be a long night that would end, once again , in her masturbating until her fingers cramped up, bringing herself to a lonely release.
Man, she needed a shag, and at this point just about anyone would do.
Marcus Flint had been watching the pretty brunette all night. She had come with Weasley of all people. How he managed to land a bird that beautiful was beyond him.
But as the night wore on he began to doubt whether or not the curvy witch was actually with Weasley. The two were friendly but they didn't touch much and Weasley barely looked at her all night. If she had come with Marcus he wouldn't have been able to keep her eyes-or his hands- off of her.
Now, Weasley was manhandling his team mates sister and the brunette witch only looked mildly put out.
There was something familiar about the dark haired woman in the red strapless dress with whiskey colored eyes. She was short, maybe 5'5 in her heels? Her face was stunning and she wore very little makeup. Marcus found that interesting. Most of the woman he knew caked on makeup but this girl didn't need it-at least from what he could see. Her chocolate colored hair was cascading down her back in soft ringlets. She was built well. The dress hugged her curves nicely and made him itch to see what was beneath the satin material.
Where did he know her from? This was going to bug him all night.
Marcus slapped his companion on the shoulder, "Ade, who is that girl?"
Adrian Pucey looked away from his date, a buxom blonde who probably didn't know the alphabet, and followed Marcus's gaze. He smirked when he saw who Marcus was talking about. "Don't tell me you don't recognize war heroine Hermione Granger?"
"Granger? Potter's little friend?" Marcus questioned. He hadn't seen her since his last year at Hogwarts when she was a bushy haired, buck toothed, loud mouth thing. He remembered her being a skinny little know- it- all. "Guess that explains why she is here with Weasley. Are they a thing?"
Adrian shook his head, "No, they used to be but they split up." Adrian grinned, "Why? You interested?"
Marcus rolled his eyes but he didn't respond.
"She is single," Adrian told him. "She dated Viktor Krum for a while but they busted up months ago."
"Krum?" Marcus said with distaste. He hated the Bulgarian prat.
"You should go and try your luck," Adrian suggested.
"I am not interested," Marcus lied but he was still looking at her.
"Fine, then maybe I will try and get a peek at her knickers then," Adrian waggled his eyebrows.
Marcus turned on his friend and growled.
Adrian threw his head back and laughed, "You do want her." He nodded at her, "Go on then. I don't think Weasel will mind. He seems otherwise engaged. "
Marcus saw the redhead whispering in the ear of the girl next to him as he fondled her shamelessly right at the dinner table. Marcus finished his glass of firewhiskey and stood up. He heard his best mate chuckling as he made his way to the back of the room.
Granger was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. Her back was arched slightly and Marcus ached to touch her.
"Hello," Marcus grunted.
Her eyes flew open and she looked at him in surprise, "Hello," she replied. She narrowed her whiskey colored eyes thoughtfully, "Have we met? You look familiar."
"We went to Hogwarts together," her replied.
"Oh?" Hermione asked.
"Marcus Flint," he said.
Her eyes widened in shock and recognition at the name. Marcus smirked, he knew he had changed quite a bit since Hogwarts. He had his teeth magically fixed and he no longer looked like a hairy troll. He had grown into his looks and was well built from years of Quidditch. He wasn't the handsomest bloke in the room but many a witch fancied him. He wasn't complaining about his lot in life.
"It's been a long time," Granger said.
"It has," Marcus agreed. He moved closer to her. "Your date seems to be occupied." He jerked his head in the direction of Ron. "Need some company?"
Hermione smiled at him and said, "I would love some company."
Marcus grinned at her, "Can I get you another drink?"
Hermione nodded at him. As Marcus sauntered over to the bar he wondered how many drinks it would take to get her to kiss him?
A girl has needs.
That is what Hermione told herself as she led Marcus by the hand to a broom closet just outside of the ballroom. She opened the door and peered inside. It was empty. Hermione heard the door shut behind her and she heard Marcus murmuring several spells- a locking spell, a silencing charm...
She was drunk. Marcus had gotten her several more drinks after the first and Hermione was pleasantly inebriated .She wasn't so drunk that she could be taken advantage of but she was drunk enough that she felt no embarrassment in taking him to a broom closet to shag.
Hermione felt his large body directly behind hers. Her arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her neck. She purred. His arms tightened around her and he pressed her flush against him. "You sure you want to do this?" he muttered as he continued to assault her neck.
"You have no idea," Hermione sighed.
Marcus turned her around and kissed her on the mouth. It was a hard, passionate kiss that made her lips feel bruised. No one had ever kissed her like that and it caused a flicker of excitement to run through her body. His hands ran across her satin covered curves and he kissed her. Hermione could feel heat coiling in her belly.
His hands moved to the zipper of her dress but he never broke the kiss. He unzipped her dress and it pooled at her feet. Marcus pulled away and looked at her. She was wearing black lacey knickers and a matching bra. He grunted and then kissed her neck again. She whimpered as he bit the skin a little harder than she was used to though she didn't dare complain.
In less time than she thought possible he had her bra off. His rough, calloused hands caressed her naked breasts as he kissed her mouth, her neck, her collarbone... Hermione moaned and arched into his touch. Marcus's fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. Hermione could feel her wetness. It was practically dripping down her leg.
Marcus dropped his head and kissed her breast. He sucked one pert nipples into his mouth. He alternated between sucking and nibbling until Hermione though she would go mad with want. "Marcus," she groaned.
Marcus released her nipple. He smirked and kissed his way down her body. He ripped her knickers off of her. The elastic snapped and Hermione found she enjoyed the sting. Marcus was kneeling in front of her now. He took one Hermione's legs and threw it over his shoulder. He used his fingers to spread her lower lips and he licked her. Hermione panted and gripped his shoulders. She could feel his tongue inside of her and it made her lightheaded. No man had ever made her feel like this. His tongue found her clit and eased a finger into her wetness. As his tongue flicked her clit over and over he slipped a second digit into her sex. He rotated the fingers causing the heat below Hermione's navel to flare. She was close...so very close.
"Come for me, love," he growled at her. Hermione looked down and saw his dark eyes flashing with lust. She gripped his shoulders tighter and she came undone. Hermione called his name as she tumbled into the abyss. His fingers continued to move inside of her as she came down from her orgasm.
Then he was on his feet and he kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue and it turned her on even more. Hermione helped him divest himself of his clothes quickly. When his boxers were shoved down and his erection sprang free Hermione gasped. He was huge. Bigger than either of the two men she had been with. She was little afraid but also thrilled. She just hoped he knew what to do with it. Though if his skilled tongue and fingers were any indication-
Marcus lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hermione could feel his manhood brush against her sex and she bucked her hips. Marcus chuckled and positioned himself at her entrance. "You sure?" he asked.
"Yes," Hermione mumbled. "Please?"
Marcus thrust into her and Hermione heard him moan. He was buried to the hilt and Hermione felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth. He pulled back and thrust forward again. He bit her neck and continued his slow, torturous pace.
Hermione scratched his back and whispered, "Harder Marcus. Fuck me harder."
Marcus bit her neck again and picked up the pace. He slammed into her over and over. "Gods" he moaned. "So fucking wet and tight. You feel so good."
Hermione met him thrust for thrust. Every time he bit her neck or her breast she would scratch his back causing him to push into her harder and hiss in pleasure.
"Come for me, love" He said to her again. He kissed her mouth hard and then looked into her eyes as he pistoned into her. Hermione felt something snap inside of her and she came hard on his cock. She screamed his name and dug her nails into his shoulders.
One...two...three more thrusts and Marcus growled as he found his release. He gripped her hips as he spilled into her and Hermione was sure she would bruise.
Once there heart rates returned to normal Marcus let her down. Hermione nearly fell over as soon as her feet touched the floor. Her legs were still shaking from the mind blowing orgasm. Marcus sniggered as he steadied her, "Alright there Granger?"
"Hmm," Hermione nodded. She took a deep breath as she cleaned herself up. Marcus was watching her with a predatory look as she put her clothes back on. "That was..." Hermione couldn't find the words to describe how she felt.
"Satisfying?" Marcus suggested.
"I was going to say fucking fantastic," Hermione told him.
Marcus winked at her, "Feelings mutual," he assured her.
They stood there for a moment and stared. Hermione didn't know what to say. "Maybe we could do this again sometime or something?" Hermione stammered not meeting his eye.
"We will," Marcus told her. "You can be sure of that." He kissed her softly and then left the closet.
Hermione waited a moment and then followed him out. She didn't see him as she made her way back into the ballroom.
"Mione!" Ron called. "I was looking for you."
Hermione knew she was blushing. She tried to act non chalant but Ron eyed her. "What's up?" Hermione asked.
"What's up with you?" Ron countered.
"What do you mean?" Hermione demanded.
"You're all flushed. You were limping just now and-" Ron broke off and his eyes widened as he stared at her neck, "Are those bite marks?"
Hermione's hand flew up to her neck, "I-uh-what?" Hermione asked, laughing nervously.
"Did you-?" Ron lowered his voice. "You look like you just had a shag?" Hermione felt herself and blush and she looked away. Ron laughed, "I never thought I would see the day. Hermione Granger snuck off to have a shag!"
Hermione glared at him, "Let it go," she ordered.
Ron chuckled, "Who's the bloke?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head, "You don't want to know, trust me."
Ron raised an eyebrow, "So, it's someone I know, then? Someone you know too? Someone we went to school with?" Hermione didn't deny it. He narrowed his eyes, "Davies is gay. Wood is engaged. So that leaves Pucey and Flint." Ron made a face, "Tell me it was Pucey. Please tell me it was Pucey?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I am not answering that."
Ron groaned, "It was Flint."
"Let's go," Hermione took his arm. "I need to get home and into a bath."
"Too right you do," Ron made a gagging sound.
"For Godric's sake, Ron, do shut up." Hermione laughed.
"Where were you?" Adrian asked. He was helping his date to her feet. "I was about to come and look for you. We are ready to leave."
"Alright," Marcus grinned at him.
"What happened with Granger?" Adrian teased. Marcus just laughed and Adrian slapped his shoulder, "You didn't?"
Marcus shrugged but kept laughing as they made their way out of the ballroom.
"I cannot believe you," Adrian said. "Right there in the middle of the Gala? Flint, you are my hero! Tell me-?"
Adrian was cut off when he bumped shoulders with someone as they went for the door. Marcus smirked when he saw Ron Weasley. Hermione was blushing and she looked away. Adrian looked like a kid on Christmas morning. "Weasley," he said. Then he inclined his head, "Granger."
Ron nodded at the men and then pulled Hermione behind him as they walked out into the night together. Marcus saw her look over her shoulder and wink at him.