Just A Game- Chapter Five
…And You Like It
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Warning: Femmslashyness. Hardcore. Maybe. I've never written anything hard. And some. Ahem, slash.
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(Harry's POV)
"Wait." I call after the masked man. He doesn't stop, just keeps on walking.
'Did he not hear me?'
I follow him down the hall. Which is pretty much deserted. With the exception of a couple of third years. Luckily not first years. I swear, they'd follow me anywhere. It gets a tad annoying.
He seems oblivious to everything, "Hey you. Wait up."
Still he doesn't turn. And there he goes into a bathroom. Maybe he just had o go really bad or something. I stop in my tracks.
"What am I doing?" I whisper quietly to myself. Standing just outside of the door the blonde man just vanished into.
'Following him.'
"But… why?"
'You know the answer. To find out who he is.'
"That's it. I just want to know who he is." I tell myself convincingly before opening the door and stepping into the bathroom only to be grabbing and shoved into a stall.
I close my eyes tightly as my head hits the wall. That hurt. When I open them I'm staring straight into twinkling gray eyes. Familiar eyes.
"Who are you?" I manage to choke out feebly. This really isn't a good situation. Pressed up against a wall. With this stranger pinning me. Anybody could walk in. Why does that excite me?
He smirks. "You really want to know?"
"Yes. Actually I d-"
I'm cut off by the masked stranger breathing huskily into my ear, "I think I'm having much more fun making you guess."
With that said he takes a lick at my earlobe. I shudder.
'That was gross and inappropriate and…'He does it again.
'And… oh so good.'
His lips are on my neck. Kissing softly. And I moan. I moan. Merlin. It all feels so good. So bloody good.
But…
I push him away. Its wrong. This is not supposed to happen. Not with another boy.
"What the hell!" I yell at him staring into those damned gray eyes.
He smirks again. It sends shivers up my spine. The way he's looking me up and down. The way he's inching ever so slightly closer. The way he licks his lips. And especially the way I like it so much.
"You know exactly what I'm doing Harry Potter…"
He's pushing me up against the wall again. This time with his body instead of his hands. And what a wonderful body to be pressed up against.
"…And you like it."
(Hermione's POV)
I whimper in pain when she tightens her grip around my wrist. She's looking down at me. Blues eyes clouded. It makes my stomach tighten. The lustful way she looks at me. Pure passion.
She moves slightly. Pulling something from her robes. It's her wand. Next thing I know I'm tied to the bedpost. With Ginny on top of me. Staring down with that same look. Those same darkened eyes. And I must look as scared as I feel because she's grinning like mad.
My attention is diverted to Ginny's wand, which is now slowly and deliberately traveling down the side of my cheek. Along my jaw line. Pressing a bit harder at my throat.
"Are you afraid of me Hermione?"
Her wand lightens its jab against my throat and moves further down. To my collarbone.
"Of what I might do?"
I don't respond. How do I respond? Tell her I'm scared. Make her stop. Tell her I'm not scared. Urge her to go on. I can't choose. Not one or the other. So I remain silent. Silent to the bone.
Her wand slips across my shoulder pushing the strap of my tank top off. The cold wood scraping lightly against my skin makes me gasp. The touch is so light but it feels like fire. I thought I couldn't feel.
"Are you afraid because I make you feel?"
In two moves the straps of my tank top have been ripped leaving my shoulders bare. I'm surprised her swiftness. Not that much so. She is the fastest Griffyndor chaser. Her gaze never leaves mine. It just seems to grow darker. That clouding. It scares me. It does make me afraid. Because she does make me feel but also because…
Because… there's something else. Something besides lust. Besides passion or pain or want. Something I cant put my finger on. That's what really scares me. That's what I'm really afraid of. I'm afraid of not knowing. Because I always know. Always.
I look away. I can't look her in the eyes. I don't want to look at what I can't see. What I don't know. Because I'm afraid. Scared shitless. That's not even it. Terrified to the bone. So much so that when her wand dips further, taking my ripped shirt down with it, I shiver. I stare at the wand as it descends further down my stomach.
It stops. And then her fingers are under my chin. Lifting my face up, making me look at her. Making me look her in the eyes. Her movements seem so soft. Different than before. I liked before. I don't want all these gentle touches to make me feel. I want the pain not the warmth.
Not this gentle caress of my cheek. Or this soft thumb sliding across my lips. I don't want this. I don't.
The red head leans down. Whispering silently before stealing my lips in a hard forceful kiss. "I know."
The kiss is dizzying. The rough bites and lack of air making my head start to spin. And I want more. I move to touch her. But I then I remember the tight binds around my arms, constricting me.
There's a ripping sound and I know it's my tank top being totally torn off leaving my chest bare. Now the kisses are hungry and rough. She's biting my neck. I gasp at the sensation of pain and pleasure coursing through me. I gasp again when I feel her nails scratching roughly up my thigh.
The blue-eyed girl pulls away slightly to look down at me. I could see the blood. A small trickle of red running down her chin and landing on my cheek. She leans down, licking the blood from my cheek. Only smearing it. And then she kisses me. Her tongue in my mouth without even asking permission. I can taste the blood. The cold coppery taste.
Her hand slides past the band of my underwear and I moan into her mouth. There's no teasing involved. Straight and to the point she thrust two fingers inside of me. I arch my back in slight surprise and prominent pleasure.
Ginny releases my lips. Leaving me gasping for air. Panting and moaning. It's all so quick. Happening so fast. I arch my hips. Wanting to come. Wanting to feel that white-hot pain and all the pleasure it brings with it. Wanting the one thing that makes everything else seem oblivious.
I shut my eyes tightly when she adds another finger. Thrusting in and out fast hard rough. Just a little more. Just a little longer.
"Ginny…" I moan. My voice so hoarse I barely recognize it. I open my eyes and she nods.
Her mouth finds my nipple. Sucking lightly on the hardened nub before biting down softly. Then her tongue is circling it. Torturing me. Her thumb is against my clit. Pushing me while her fingers keep their accurate pace.
Can you say pleasure overload?
I feel myself tightening around her fingers and I wait in breathless anticipation for my climax. For that blinding pleasure. And then I've come. Panting and convulsing violently.
(Ginny's POV)
'I've won Draco.'
That's all I think as I watch Hermione shake and gasp in orgasm. But then I panic.
'What have I just done?'And I'm practically jumping off the girl and picking up my wand. I mutter a quick spell to unbind her before running off. I don't know why I didn't just run off. Because untying her just helped bring her back to reality a lot sooner. And now she's yelling after me. But I don't stop. I cant.
I run through the empty common room. No ones back yet. No one could have seen.
"What have I just done?" I stare down at my hand. Covered in Hermione's juices. It was consensual. She didn't say stop. But why do I feel so fucked? Why do I feel like that was so wrong?"I'll tell you what you've done Virginia Weasely. You've just had sex with Hermione Granger."
Authors Note:
Internal battle raging here. I dunno who just said that last statement. It could be one of about three people I just don't know who yet. But I'll pick who in time.
Wow. I haven't updated this in a while. Guess I got a bit stuck. This whole sex scene thingy. I dunno. I think I did poorly. I'm not so proud of it. I'm not proud of the other one either but hey… in my defense this is my second time writing something like this. That's no excuse I guess but… Bleg! I'm stop ranting on about it.
Hope at least someone enjoyed reading it. I'll try to update sooner. C Ya!