"Hey Harry."
"Hey 'Mione. Have you seen Ron?"
"He was at breakfast."
"Is he still mad at me?"
"I'm afraid so. What happened anyway?"
"Oh nothing."
"Don't worry about it. He'll get over it."
"I hope so. "
"He will. Come on, we'll be late for class."
They grabbed their bags and walked out into the crowded hall, down to the dark cold dungeons, on their way to the potions class.
"So, where were you last night?"
Hermione stared at him blankly and in a child like voice said, "Why, whatever do you mean?"
"Oh come on 'Mione. I slept on the couch last night, but I didn't go to sleep until around three, so you couldn't have gotten back until after three."
"Well, I was in the library, uhh, studying."
"Until three a.m.!"
"Well..."
"Oh my god, you were with someone weren't you!!"
"Maybe." She said playfully.
"Oh tell me!"
"Haha!"
"Were do you think you two are going?" They looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of them, is slytherin robed fitting tight to his hard body, his blue eyes staring intently at them from under his spiked platinum hair.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Well, if you're offering Hermione."
"Fuck off!"
"Gladly."
Hermione hated to admit it, but she felt a tightening in between her pants as she looked Draco over once more.
They walked into the classroom and sat on either side Ron, who, got up and sat in the desk behind them.
"Don't worry." She said, touching his arm.
"I know. But what I don't know is who you're seeing."
"Well, a little knowledge can be powerful thing."
"Come on, I'm dying to know!"
"No need having the boy-who-lived to die over something so trivial."
"That's right."
They both turned around to see a very forlorn looking Snape. Harry looked him up and down in his flowing black robes. His face, so close to his. His cold eyes peering at him. Harry felt his manhood raise inside the confides of his tight black pants. "What are you thinking about Potter?" Harry could feel the redness rise to his cheeks. His embarrassment matched only by his lust. 'How long till class ends' he thought to himself.
Class finally ended, which, for Harry, was just not soon enough. He quickly ran out of the room and into the boys' bathroom. Making sure no one was around, he took out his enlarged penis and started rubbing it, harder and faster, to the thoughts of Snape. "Mmmm" He heard someone enter the bathroom, and he quickly stuffed his penis back inside his pants. 'Ahh fuck,' he thought, 'knew I shouldn't have worn black pants.' He tried to wash it off which ended up making the stain worse. 'Shat!' He threw his robe over his clothes and hoped that his next class would be cold.
"Louis, you should go, you'll be late for class."
"I don't mind. Besides, I'd much rather spend a few extra minutes with you. "
"Oh Louis..." He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips. Running his fingers through her thick brown hair, his other hand massaging her neck. She ran her tongue over his lips, teasing him before fighting with his own tongue inside his warm mouth that tasted of vanilla. She moaned as he pressed his tongue deep inside her mouth, feeling her body with desire. He could smell her blood coursing through her veins, the blood lust was getting to strong for him to withstand, seeing as he hadn't drank in nearly two days. He wanted it so bad, but he cared to much for her to actually drink from her...yet. But how he longed to feel her blood inside him, rushing through him, but he couldn't. He pulled away, leaving her with the want of more.
"I should get to class."
She nodded as she watched him disappear down the hall.
"So that's who you're seeing huh?"
"Well, umm, yes. Please don't tell anyone!"
"I won't Hermione."
"I'm bloody serious!"
"I won't. Don't worry. "
She hugged him, knowing that if she could trust anyone at all, it was Harry.
As they were sitting in class Harry passed Hermione a note that said,
'Mione,
Got something I want to show you. Meet me outside the common room.
Harry
She folded up the note and couldn't wait until after class. She could just smell an adventure.
"Hey 'Mione. Have you seen Ron?"
"He was at breakfast."
"Is he still mad at me?"
"I'm afraid so. What happened anyway?"
"Oh nothing."
"Don't worry about it. He'll get over it."
"I hope so. "
"He will. Come on, we'll be late for class."
They grabbed their bags and walked out into the crowded hall, down to the dark cold dungeons, on their way to the potions class.
"So, where were you last night?"
Hermione stared at him blankly and in a child like voice said, "Why, whatever do you mean?"
"Oh come on 'Mione. I slept on the couch last night, but I didn't go to sleep until around three, so you couldn't have gotten back until after three."
"Well, I was in the library, uhh, studying."
"Until three a.m.!"
"Well..."
"Oh my god, you were with someone weren't you!!"
"Maybe." She said playfully.
"Oh tell me!"
"Haha!"
"Were do you think you two are going?" They looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of them, is slytherin robed fitting tight to his hard body, his blue eyes staring intently at them from under his spiked platinum hair.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Well, if you're offering Hermione."
"Fuck off!"
"Gladly."
Hermione hated to admit it, but she felt a tightening in between her pants as she looked Draco over once more.
They walked into the classroom and sat on either side Ron, who, got up and sat in the desk behind them.
"Don't worry." She said, touching his arm.
"I know. But what I don't know is who you're seeing."
"Well, a little knowledge can be powerful thing."
"Come on, I'm dying to know!"
"No need having the boy-who-lived to die over something so trivial."
"That's right."
They both turned around to see a very forlorn looking Snape. Harry looked him up and down in his flowing black robes. His face, so close to his. His cold eyes peering at him. Harry felt his manhood raise inside the confides of his tight black pants. "What are you thinking about Potter?" Harry could feel the redness rise to his cheeks. His embarrassment matched only by his lust. 'How long till class ends' he thought to himself.
Class finally ended, which, for Harry, was just not soon enough. He quickly ran out of the room and into the boys' bathroom. Making sure no one was around, he took out his enlarged penis and started rubbing it, harder and faster, to the thoughts of Snape. "Mmmm" He heard someone enter the bathroom, and he quickly stuffed his penis back inside his pants. 'Ahh fuck,' he thought, 'knew I shouldn't have worn black pants.' He tried to wash it off which ended up making the stain worse. 'Shat!' He threw his robe over his clothes and hoped that his next class would be cold.
"Louis, you should go, you'll be late for class."
"I don't mind. Besides, I'd much rather spend a few extra minutes with you. "
"Oh Louis..." He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips. Running his fingers through her thick brown hair, his other hand massaging her neck. She ran her tongue over his lips, teasing him before fighting with his own tongue inside his warm mouth that tasted of vanilla. She moaned as he pressed his tongue deep inside her mouth, feeling her body with desire. He could smell her blood coursing through her veins, the blood lust was getting to strong for him to withstand, seeing as he hadn't drank in nearly two days. He wanted it so bad, but he cared to much for her to actually drink from her...yet. But how he longed to feel her blood inside him, rushing through him, but he couldn't. He pulled away, leaving her with the want of more.
"I should get to class."
She nodded as she watched him disappear down the hall.
"So that's who you're seeing huh?"
"Well, umm, yes. Please don't tell anyone!"
"I won't Hermione."
"I'm bloody serious!"
"I won't. Don't worry. "
She hugged him, knowing that if she could trust anyone at all, it was Harry.
As they were sitting in class Harry passed Hermione a note that said,
'Mione,
Got something I want to show you. Meet me outside the common room.
Harry
She folded up the note and couldn't wait until after class. She could just smell an adventure.
