A/N: I love it when Harry gets all bossy, so when I saw this Harmony writing prompt on twitter I had to give it a go.
Writing prompt was: Animals (see: /harmony_prompt)
CW: foreplay, slight sub/dom (although I tried to keep it mostly tame), rated M (maybe E?)
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Hermione watched in disgust as Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean sat on the sofa, stuffing their faces with crisps and popcorn and guzzling cheap muggle beer, all the while with their eyes glued to the TV screen in front of them.
Dean had only recently re-introduced his friends to his favourite sport, muggle football, and ever since then, these 'nights with the lads' as Harry liked to call them, had become a regular thing. Today was an important match, or so Harry had told her with enthusiasm, and that meant that the boys had to watch it together and make a mess out of Hermione's cosy living room.
She rolled her eyes and let out a small huff when she saw the sticky ring of residue that Seamus' beer bottle had left behind on her coffee table and flinched when another handful of popcorn tumbled to the floor as Ron's hand dived greedily into the bowl. Deciding that it would be best to leave the men to it, she walked over to the couch and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm going upstairs to read." she mumbled, trying really hard not to show her annoyance. "Enjoy your evening boys." She directed at the others, offering them all a stiff smile.
She had almost reached the living room door when a sudden roar of excitement behind her nearly made her jump out of her skin. She whizzed around, heart pounding wildly, and took in the scene in front of her. The men's team had scored a goal. All four of them were on their feet, shouting and punching their fists in the air, and Hermione's gaze immediately snapped to the floor, where a half empty beer bottle had landed only seconds ago, spilling all over Hermione's fluffy rug.
"Dean!" she shouted, "My rug!" A panicked expression on her face she pulled out her wand, levitated the bottle back onto the coffee table and cleaned up the mess it had left behind. "Honestly, guys!" she hissed, glaring daggers at them. "Can't you reel it in just a tiny bit? You're ruining all my furniture!" And with another huff of annoyance, she stalked out of the room.
Breathing heavily, she made her way into the kitchen. She needed a cup of tea and then find a quiet corner to curl up with a good book until the football match was over. She was waiting for the kettle to boil when she heard footsteps entering the kitchen behind her.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice was soft, a hint of concern in his tone.
She turned around to face the dark-haired wizard and her heart clenched when she spotted the guilty look on his face.
"I'm sorry, Harry." she sighed, "I didn't mean to mess up your evening. I just don't understand why it always gets so out of hand." She gave him a stern look. "You were behaving like animals in there." she chided "Is that really necessary?"
She turned away pretending to check if the kettle had finished boiling, when in reality, it was just an excuse to avoid his gaze. She didn't want him to see how irritated she was. It would ruin the rest of his evening. Focusing hard on rearranging her face into a more friendly expression, she jumped when she suddenly felt his hands snake around her waist.
"Oh, come on, Hermione" he whispered into her ear. "We both know, you like my animalistic nature." his voice had grown sultry, and he pulled her closer, causing her body to press flush against his.
Her physical reaction was instant, and she allowed herself to melt into his warm, firm body, emitting a deep, shaky sigh. "I do." she breathed, letting her head fall back until it rested on his shoulder. "But I'd prefer it if you reserved it for our bedroom only."
Harry let out a dark, gravelly chuckle "Don't worry, darling. There'll be plenty left for later." He began trailing kisses down the side of her neck as his hand found its way under her jumper, slowly travelling up her waist.
Hermione let out a small gasp when he licked the sensitive spot just below her ear, sending shivers down her spine as little puffs of his cool breath hit the damp skin that his tongue had left behind. Nibbling gently on her earlobe Harry allowed his hand to travel further up her side until it reached her chest. He let out a low, guttural groan when his fingers found the bare skin of her firm, rounded breast.
"You're not wearing a bra" he growled, pinching her taut nipple with his index finger and thumb. "You naughty little minx. You know what that does to me." he hissed, and with a swift move both his hands found the curves of her hips and pulled her close, pushing his groin against the firm muscle of her round arse, his growing erection pressed hard against her.
Hermione let out a small moan at the thought of his cock, hard and ready for her, waiting to be released from the confines of his trousers. A sudden rush of heat coursed through her body, settling deep in her core, and she could feel herself grow slick between her legs. She arched her back, trying to rub her butt harder against the bulge in Harry's trousers to gain some friction, but Harry's hands remained firmly on her hips, making it hard for her to move.
"Someone is getting a bit desperate." he chuckled darkly, "I wonder if.." he trailed off and Hermione's breath hitched as his hand slid under the hem of her trousers and into her knickers.
He let out a feral growl "Fucking hell, Hermione." he groaned. "you're so wet for me already."
Her whole body was trembling as his fingers found her clit, tracing lazy circles around the bundle of nerves.
"Gods, please Harry" she moaned, already close to falling apart. "Can't you just send the boys home?" her tone was pleading; she was aching to feel him inside her, and she didn't want to wait.
Harry tutted and shook his head with amusement. "So desperate for my cock." he whispered, a low, animalistic rasp in his voice. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer." he added, pulling his hand out of Hermione's knickers.
Hermione's centre ached at the loss of his touch, and she let out a frustrated groan. "Harry, please!" she whined, rubbing her thighs together to release some of the tension.
"Not just yet." Harry insisted. "The match will be over in 20 minutes." he turned her around, so he could look straight into her eyes. His expression was wild, eyes glittering darkly with desire.
"I want you to go upstairs for me and take off all your clothes." he demanded, and Hermione's heart began to race at the authority in his voice. "I want you to lie on the bed and play with yourself, keep yourself nice and wet, so that you are ready for me when I come and join you after the match. Can you do that for me?"
Hermione's heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and she had to bite her bottom lip hard to suppress a needy moan as she nodded compliantly.
"Good girl." Harry rasped; his emerald eyes filled with lust. "You best get going then. I'll be with you shortly." and leaning in closely he whispered, "Now go and be a good girl and I will reward you for your patience later...unless" he cast her a knowing look, "- you prefer to be punished." His lips curved into a mischievous smirk, and with one last lustful gaze at her, he turned around and left the kitchen to re-join his friends in the living room.