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Here's a little smutty oneshot for ya. My first attempt at writing mature content. Yes, it is rated M for a reason. You have been warned!

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Toiletsplash - MoaningMyrtle95

Hermione stifled a yawn as Slughorn was halfway through the umtheenth story about an old favourite of his, Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies. While dinner had been excellent, Hermione was rather bored in the present company. She liked some social interactions to diversify her day of learning and researching, but she much preferred the company of her friends to all this boasting. However, upon receiving the invitation Harry had once again scheduled a Quidditch practice, giving both him and Ginny an excuse to skip the latest Slub Club dinner party. Just as she was considering the merit to get over her fear of flying just to have an excuse not to attend next time along with her friends, she felt it.

The lightest touch of a hand placing itself just above her knee. She froze at the sudden skin on skin contact, having chosen a plain but pretty light blue dress that complimented her figure to wear at the event. After a few seconds of numbed shock her brain was able to function once more.

The hand was on her left leg, meaning it belonged to the arrogant and cocky Keeper sitting on her left. Was he still Keeper even if he hadn't made the team? That was because of her though, Hermione thought guiltily, having Confunded him during the try-outs.

She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. Cormac McLaggen kept trying to get her attention since the beginning of the school year, probably hoping to get featured in an article in the Daily Prophet. After all, her love life had been widely publicized before, even though a large portion was always made up by Rita Skeeter.

Lately, he had taken to asking her to accompany him to these dinner parties. Most times she hadn't even bothered to answer him. What was the point in going together as they were both supposed to be here anyway? When he'd asked her two days ago her answer had been "Sure, Cormac", not seeing what difference it would make anyway. It had seemed to make him happy, so it was an easy win. She'd regretted it instantly when he had been waiting for her in the Gryffindor common room to walk towards the dungeons together and started off his monologue about his goal of becoming a professional Quidditch player.

Hermione considered what to do. The hand was still there. Should she swat it away? Berate him for his assuming behaviour and taking liberties with her? Should she just ignore him? As Slughorn droned on, Cormac's hand started moving. Tracing playful circles on her thigh with the lightest touch, he slowly inched higher. Without having decided what to do, she glanced to her left.

Cormac was sitting nonchalantly in his chair, every now and then adding something to the conversation that was still ongoing. He seemed to have felt her eyes on him as his blue ones met hers. Hermione couldn't look away. While she gazed at him, she felt him slip his hand beneath her dress leaving the skin tingling where his fingers had traced it. An involuntary shiver coursed through her. His look of smugness at this made her look away at last, though she still didn't swat his hand away. Was it that tingling feeling he invoked that was so deliciously tantalizing? Or was she just curious to see how far he'd try to go at the dinner table of a teacher?

Cormac's hand was about halfway up her thigh when he changed route. Under the pretense of crossing his legs, he scooted his chair a bit closer to hers and slowly his hand traced his way towards the inside of her thighs. Her legs had been firmly pressed together, so he caressed her right thigh softly for a moment. Without thinking about it, she opened her legs a little. She could practically feel the smugness rolling off him at this victory, but didn't have time to get too annoyed about it as he traced his fingers up along the inside of her thigh, stopping just before reaching her knickers.

Hermione had to concentrate to keep her breathing even, lest someone notice something was happening under the table. That would be embarrassing, being caught getting groped, while having wantonly spread her legs for him. Cormac was teasing her now, tracing the left seam of her knickers at her centre, but not quite touching her. He was playing her body like she was an instrument, and she imagined if she let him he'd get her to sing all the right notes in time.

Finally, she felt a single finger tracing her core over her knickers. She fought to suppress a sigh, embarrassed to realize they were damp. She didn't dare look at him, but did so anyway when suddenly his touch disappeared. Posing as though he was thinking about what was being said by the rest of their party, McLaggen brought his finger to his face. He inhaled deeply and then continued to trace his lips with it, as though deep in thought.

Hermione nearly missed his tongue tracing his lips, tasting her essence, as his hand disappeared once again under the table. This time she felt his entire hand at her centre, cupping her pussy posessively. As his fingers started to stroke her there, she felt her legs moving further apart on their own accord. Cormac seemed to take this as encouragement. Hermione gripped her wineglass with both hands as she felt her knickers being pushed to one side.

With the layer of clothing removed Cormac let his fingers slide through her wet folds, lightly circling her clit. The witch was positively dripping for him. Who'd have thought she was so responsive? He had half expected to be yelled at during dinner for trying something, but no. She had played her part of the willing witch perfectly so far.

He continued to stimulate her at his leisure. He was in no hurry after all. The light touches of his fingers on her bundle of nerves, though not enough to push her over the edge, would ensure he drove her to unprecedented heights first.

He chuckled when she nearly choked on her wine as he inserted a digit into her channel. He could feel she was not a virgin, but still very tight. Too bad, he thought. He liked to go where no man has gone before. Still, she had two other holes to be filled. If he was patient and played his cards right, he might just be the first to enter all of them.

He nearly groaned aloud as enormous bowls of ice cream appeared in front of them, disrupting their delicious distraction. Nevertheless, he managed to keep his charming smile in place. Deciding to add to the general conversation and continue teasing Hermione at the same time, he withdrew his hand from her.

"That dessert looks amazing, Professor. I'm licking my fingers just looking at it."

And he did indeed lick his fingers glazed with Hermione's juices. Her responding blush was utterly adorable. After a few moments of recovery however, Hermione chimed in.

"It certainly looks good, Professor."

She continued to take a bite of her cinnamon ice cream, licking her spoon in a way that should not be allowed. Cormac felt his cock throb as a surge of need shot through his already hard-on. When a second spoon full of whipped cream disappeared into her mouth, Hermione moaned softly. Leaning towards her slightly, Cormac whispered softly to her.

"You like the feeling of cream in your mouth, sweetheart?"

To her credit, she did not look away. Though she did not actually reply, Cormac saw her tongue trace her lips as he hoped a new image was forming in her mind, possibly one with her on her knees in front of him. He'd make sure it became reality soon enough.

He barely took his eyes off her for the rest of the dinner party. He could tell Slughorn had noticed his preoccupation, but the old Potions Master probably approved of his pursuit of the Golden Girl next to him. Halfway through dessert, his hand had strayed under the table once more. He was eager to keep her in this state of longing and desire for as long as he could. Additionally, it was highly amusing to watch her respond to his ministrations while she tried to keep her facial expressions in check.

He was pleased when old Sluggy gave him the out he needed. The man was known to be a self-proclaimed matchmaker, so Cormac wasn't particularly surprised when he was asked if he was feeling alright and if Miss Granger would be so kind as to walk him up to the Hospital Wing. He was sure she must be leaving a puddle in her chair as she followed him out the door.

Out in the corridor he took her hand in his, still glazed in her essence, knowing it would make her less likely to pretend like nothing happened. Also, he enjoyed her embarrassment as the evidence of her arousal for him was literally handed to her. He led her to the nearest classroom, empty at this time in the evening. He took just enough focus off her to complete the task of Warding and Silencing the door before he swooped down upon her and pressed her against it.

Not capable of waiting a second longer, Cormac kissed her. To his relief, there was no hesitation as she responded in kind immediately. He poured the passion for this witch that had built up over the last few months into the kiss. Instead of melting into a puddle, weak in the knees, Hermione kissed him back just as ferociously. Her hands trailed down his chest and tugged his shirt free from his pants. Not bothering to take the garment off, her hands disappeared under his shirt to roam across his broad chest.

Never had Hermione been more grateful for her experience with Victor Krum. She wouldn't have wanted her first time to be like this, in a haze of lust with someone she wasn't even sure she liked. Luckily, it hadn't been. Victor had been patient, sweet and frankly enamoured by her. He had also shown her what he liked. That had been a while ago though, and besides the odd flirtation here and there it was all the experience she had.

But the image Cormac's words had created of getting him off with her mouth had made her even wetter than before. A few minutes during dessert when he hadn't been touching her, she'd had enough clarity of mind to think it through. Her conclusion was that even though she was always the responsible one, she was still a teenager with needs. She had a feeling Cormac had only shown her the tip of the iceberg in how well he could see to her needs, if she let him. And she would. But not before she'd shown him she could take care of him as well. If she was going to allow herself to stop being the responsible one for a night, she'd damn well make the most of it.

Her hands, still roaming his chest under his shirt, moved towards his belt buckle. With one hand she traced the outline where his hard-on was straining in his pants and tried to grasp it through the material. Cormac gasped into her mouth and broke their kiss in order to look at her as she opened his trousers and freed his cock.

It stood out proud and prominently, which suited him of course. She took a moment to admire him. He stood frozen on the spot, staring at her intensely as if not sure if she would take initiative as she had before or if he was supposed to take over at this point. Looking from his hard member to his face, Hermione allowed a sly smile to dart across her face. Then, savouring the moment and without breaking eye contact, she lowered herself onto her knees.

Cormac was looking at her, mesmerized. Hermione bit her lip nervously. She had wanted to come across confident and sexy, but it had been nearly two years since she had done this. Setting her insecurities aside, she let her hand travel up his leg like he'd done to her. Finally, she wrapped her hand around his hard shaft that had been aching for her touch. A couple of strokes with her hand, and nature took over from there. She knew what to do.

Looking from his member in her hand into Cormac's piercing blue eyes she proceeded to lick the tip of his cock teasingly and leisurely. She was in no hurry either. She let her tongue swirl around its bulbous head and trace the slit underneath, earning a whimper from him. She continued teasing him while fondling his package with her other hand. When she looked up at him innocently after a few minutes while licking along his entire length, a whispered "please" was just audible.

Cormac's groan was a lot louder as she finally ceased her torture and took him into her mouth. Bobbing up and down she could see he was struggling between letting his head fall back in ecstasy and the desire to keep looking at her with her pretty lips wrapped around his cock, taking it in deeper and deeper. As she felt his balls tighten, she knew his orgasm wasn't far off. She felt his thumb stroke her cheek and looked up at him

"I hope you're ready for that cream, sweetheart. You're milking me so well I'm going to cum in that smart little mouth of yours".

Hermione felt her own juices dripping down her legs at his words, her knickers still pushed to the side.

"Are you going to swallow it for me?" Cormac asked hopefully, looking down at the beauty on her knees in front of him.

"HmmMm" Hermione hummed in response, her mouth filled with his cock. She probably would have agreed to almost anything at this point, eager as she was to please him in her aroused state. The vibrations seemed to push him over the edge as stream after stream of hot seed erupted from his shaft into her mouth, accompanied by his murmurs of 'Good girl, good girl" every time he felt her swallow.

As he came down from his high, Hermione licked him clean. She'd forgotten how enjoyable it was to pleasure someone else. Cormac seemed to feel the same way. He helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply to show his appreciation of her efforts. He let his hands roam over her body this time, and reaching her bum he picked her up. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around him as he walked over to the desk and set her down upon it.

Wanting to enjoy the sight of the witch spread naked across a desk for him, Cormac lifted Hermione's dress over her head to peel her out of the garment. She accommodated him immediately by taking off her bra as well. Her knickers didn't leave much to the imagination, pushed aside as they were, but he knew they'd only get in the way of what was about to come and discarded them as well.

Cormac spent the next few minutes kissing the naked witch and exploring her body with his hands. He had soon twirled her nipples into hard little peaks. She made the most delicious stuttered breathing noises as he pinched and played with them. Before long, he couldn't resist taking them into his mouth and seeing how loudly he could make her moan for him.

He let one hand travel to her slick centre. Two fingers disappeared effortlessly into her snatch, earning a moan and creating sopping noises from her wetness that aroused him more than anything. When his tongue had teased both her nipples, sucked them into hard nubs and even lightly scraped his teeth on one, he detached his mouth from them to join where his fingers were already working towards her peak. Before he did so however, he whispered for her to get comfortable.

"Lie down, sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy. I'm going to make you come so hard you'll forget your own name. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be screaming mine.

And with that promise, he latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. She moaned hard for him and he let his tongue play with her most sensitive nub. With his free hand he groped for his wand and performed a nonverbal Egg Barrier Spell, never letting his tongue leave her clit. No need to take unnecessary risks, after all.

She tasted of lust, sweet and salty and he found he couldn't get enough of her. His shaft was already rock hard again and ready for another round. Wanting to let her know, he let his other hand take over for his tongue on her clit as he spoke.

"I'm already hard and ready for you again, love. I can barely wait to blow my load deep inside your pussy. Do you want your pussy filled with my hot cum, sweetheart?"

"Uuhhuh!" Was all Hermione managed between her moans. The sensation of Cormac's hands working her pussy and clit at the same time were threatening to overpower her. His words spurred her on even more.

She doesn't know I performed the spell, Cormac realized. She was turned on by the thought of him spraying his hot seed into her unprotected womb. Unless she's on the potion. Either way, Cormac sensed she was close. He had been teasing her for half the evening already after all.

"Come for me, love, and I'll give you every single drop."

As he felt her muscles start to contract Cormac quickly slid his fingers from her to replace them with his throbbing prick. She was so wet now, he slid easily into her tight channel. Still lightly teasing her clit through her orgasm, he watched her wither in pleasure on the desk, her hair half out of its updo spread around her like a halo. Cormac enjoyed the sensation of her pussy squeezing his cock over and over again, tight, wet and inviting. As she rode out her orgasm on his cock and came down from her high, Cormac couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten tonight. He wondered briefly if she would be up for a repeat occurrence. Granger didn't seem like the type for a one-night stand. But then again, he hadn't expected this from her either.

As her muscle spasms ceased Cormac bent over the desk to capture her lips. Leaning on her arms, Hermione met him halfway. She moaned into his mouth as he started rocking his hips, slowly at first. He could tell she needed a little time to adjust to his size, she was so tight. After some time, she started moving with him and Cormac knew it was alright to increase his pace. Soon the slapping of flesh on flesh could be heard, and Cormac couldn't resist but to look down to see his full length disappearing into her wet slit over and over again.

Hermione's legs were wrapped around him as he bended towards her for another kiss.

"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my cock again."

With that, Cormac drew himself back up, grabbed her hips firmly in his hands and started pounding into her. Hermione realised she'd only ever made love before, had only had tender and sensual sex. She had never truly been fucked before, not like this. Her mouth felt dry from moaning so much as she complied with his request without thinking about it.

One hand found her swollen clit and lightly teased it as Cormac continue to fuck her into oblivion. The other hand traveled to her breasts and she pinched both her nipples before starting to play with them.

She felt herself nearing the edge as Cormac's breathing started to grow erratic.

"Cormac! I'm going to… Oh!"

A few more light touches on her clit and the pounding in her pussy pushed her over the edge.

"That's right, sweetheart, say my name. Come for me. Say my name!" He didn't stop fucking her, he was so close to release himself.

"Cormac.." She whimpered, complying with every request he made of her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Cormac!"

Hearing his name on her lips in her moment of ecstacy was too much for him. Her pussy was milking him, and he let go.

"Fuck, Hermione! You wanted your pussy filled with seed? Take it witch, take it!" He grunted, as he shot stream after stream of his cum into her.

He nearly collapsed on top of her on the desk, but resisted. They still needed to get back to their common room, and it was probably past curfew by now. It was probably wiser to get themselves cleaned up, and hopefully resume this another time.

Still, he couldn't help himself stealing another kiss from her as the haze of lust slowly cleared.

"That was… Wow." Was all Hermione managed to say. Cormac tried to suppress a smug grin but failed dismally.

"That was incredible." He told her.

Searching about for his wand, he set a silent Scourgify on them as well as the desk. They got dressed quickly. Just as Hermione was retrieving her shoes, both in a different spot, she gasped in panic.

"I'm not on the potion!" She nearly squealed. She couldn't believe herself. Apparently she couldn't let go of being the responsible one without landing herself in such a reckless situation.

"Hermione, relax! I performed the Charm. I swear! It's both our responsibility, though I wouldn't have guessed you'd let another take control." He smiled slyly at her.

"Well, apparently I got a bit carried away." She blushed.

Quickly and quietly they made their way up to Gryffindor Tower. It was a lot easier to sneak around as a Sixth and Seventh year, being able to perform Disillusionment Charms and Silencing their footsteps.

Just before giving the Fat Lady the password, Cormac swirled her around.

"One more for the road." Was all he said before capturing her lips. This kiss was different, sweet, almost loving. Too soon, it ended and they were entering Gryffindor Tower.

Unfortunately for Hermione, being Disillusioned didn't prevent Harry and Ron from seeing the Portrait swing open. Abandoning all hope to make it to her dormitory unseen by them, she canceled the Charm. To her amazement, Cormac did the same.

"Hermione? We thought you'd gone to bed before we got back from practice! Where have you been?" Harry asked.

"Granger and I made a little detour back from Sluggy's Party." Cormac said to the boys with a wink. He smirked as the Weasley kid got red in the face and he walked Hermione towards the staircase of her dormitory. Before she could escape him, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You are forgiven, by the way. There is no way I would have rather played Keeper than spend tonight with you."

Leaving her looking flustered on the bottom step, Cormac turned towards his own dormitory. He couldn't wait until Slughorn's next dinner party.