Up To No Good

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling.

Contains mature/ sexual content!

Chapter 2: The Restricted Section

Hermione felt the cold winter air infiltrate the layers of her dress, even through Harry's invisibility cloak she had lent. She was determined to call it a loan instead of stealing for this all felt very untypical for her usual rule abiding persona already. The corridors of Hogwarts were swept empty after the Yule ball, though the spirit of dancing, laughter and love still lingered, so it seemed.

'The library. 2 o'clock. Sharp.", she had hushed in Viktor's ear just one hour prior, while executing the official good-byes and what-a-pleasures after dancing the night away at this event on Christmas eve.

It felt incredibly scary and risky to her, but oh, did it make her feel alive. Her and Viktor had continuously gotten closer these last weeks, him watching her study and read. His hard, tough demeanor softened every time their eyes met. It gave Hermione the feeling of truly being unique. He kept up this façade towards everyone else, but not her. He let himself be someone entirely different then the strong quidditch celebrity everyone fancied and that, aside from his astonishing muscular physique, made her swoon more than she would usually allow herself. Tonight, she would throw all her principles overboard, she wanted him to have her. Completely.

The lock of the restricted section's gate clicked quietly.

'Muffliato… Salvio Hexa…', Hermione whispered. She had practiced the protective charms intently in preparation for this. Cannot get caught by Filch, she thought, as she suddenly heard, 'Her-own-mynee'. She snickered, Viktor's pronunciation of her name making her both laugh and feel little butterflies in her stomach. She turned around and saw him leaning against the heavy, wooden table situated between two ceiling-high bookcases.

'You came', she sighed and walked towards him, the silky layers of her dress brushing against the floor.

'How koud I nott,', he got to his feet and towered over her, making Hermione feel tiny. His blue eyes pierced her hazel ones and for a moment there was nothing but silence between them.

Viktor lifted his strong hand and grasped her chin, tilting it even more upwards, 'I 'now, I said before, but u' a' so beautiful, Her-own-mynee'. She smiled and sighed, 'Kiss me.'

This prompted him to lifting Hermione's entire body up to meet his face. Their lips met each other carefully and she cradled his face with both of her hands. The sensation of the rough stubble on his chin felt exciting against her fingertips and his lips felt surprisingly soft. Hermione seemed weightless, as she twisted her legs around his waist, Viktor holding her there with only one hand, the other one being buried in her sleek hair. With one swift move to the back of her head, she loosened the knot her hair was twisted in, sending her golden mane spilling over her shoulders as he caressed it gently.

'U' smell so good', he whispered in her ear and she shivered and smiled. Their kiss grew more passionately and soon their tongues met in a delicious duel. Hermione had never thought her first kiss would feel this good. Viktor's steel-hard body against hers made her feel a tightening in her lower abdomen, the want for more.

He put her down on the table, their kiss continuing and his hands starting to travel over her collarbones and her breasts. His strong hands covered most of Hermione's ribcage. She pushed herself into him and started undoing the belt of the pants underneath his robes, her hands brushing against the stone-hard bulge underneath. Viktor undid his tie and suspended himself of his robe jacket, his white shirt hanging untucked where Hermione started to rid him of his boxers. She pushed his shirt up to let her hands glide over his torso. It looked like the marble statues of Greek gods, she had seen on various museum trips in London as a child. She could feel his pulse as her fingers travelled over his groin area and she started teasing him by drawing a line where his boxers started, making him moan in her mouth that was still on top of his. Too curious to drag it out longer, she pulled them down his hips and was astonished by his size and girth. She couldn't help but touch it, pumping her hand up and down his shaft. Viktor let out a hiss through gritted teeth and pulled Hermione's mouth even closer by grabbing her hair, his hand fisted in her hair. The young witch slowly undid his shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders. He truly looked like a God, every muscle and every fascia accentuated in the moonlight. While not letting go of his ready member, she hugged one of her legs around his waist, pushing his upper body closer to hers. Viktor started fumbling with the silk strings that laced her up in the back. 'Tear it open,', she whispered in his ear and a ripping sound could be heard just a moment later. He half lifted her out of the torn fabric, revealing dust-pink lace and matching silk as underwear, hugging her hips perfectly. Hermione lay down on the table, letting Viktor take in her sight, mindlessly stepping out of his pants and kicking of his shoes, her doing the same thing in the process. Her physique was gorgeous in the silver light of the moon, her slender torso perfected by a pair of perky breasts which she freed by quickly pulling of her bra. Her nipples hardened in the cold air of the library. He caressed her body with both of his hands carefully, running his thumb down her ribs and encasing her soft tits in both his hands. His touch felt like fire on her skin and she arched her back towards him. Viktor lent down, starting to kiss her neck, her collarbone and finally her nipples. One after the other he took them between his lips, sucking gently, rolling them with his tongue, the sensation sending warm, fuzzy shivers down her spine, she started to softly moan. He didn't stop at her bosom, but kept going towards her stomach and her panty line. Her lust taking over, she squealed as he pulled of her thong and started parting her legs with his head. His lips and tongue running over her mound, inching closer and closer to where she wanted him most. Finally, he pulled her entire body, grabbing her thighs, an inch closer to him and began caressing her lower lips and slit with his mouth. It felt like nothing Hermione had ever felt before and when he started flicking his tongue against her pearl, she felt a burning, electrical sensation builing between her legs. Grabbing his shaved head, she pushed it closer and closer into her parting, his motions becoming more aggressive all the while more delicious and she could feel the tension building even more, moaning 'Yes, Viktor… yes…', in the process. Her clitoris enclosed in his hot mouth, he took one hand that had lingered on her breast and slowly inserted his middle finger inside her slit. The sensation of being filled by his long, strong fingers while the vacuum around her pearl increased, she felt herself solidifying and squealed loudly, Viktor moaning into her sex in unison.

As he came up for air, she saw a lust in his eyes, she had seen before during their innocent study sessions in the library, which she could never place. But now she knew, he had been wanting to have her all along. This knowledge filled her with pride and a lot of desire for more.

'You're excellent at that,', she sighed, as he inched his face closer to hers, performing a quick clean up spell on his face. A devilish grin appeared on his face, almost boyish, and he quietly said, 'I'm seeker, I find… always.'

This made Hermione laugh and she pulled his face close to hers, kissing him gently and cradling his neck. In an attempt to pull him on the table, he snickered at her effort and lay down on his side next to her. More forcefully, she pushed down his shoulder, making his torso lay flat on the table. 'Your turn,', she said.

Hermione stood up and arching her back, she lent down towards his erection. Without putting much thought to the lack of practice she has had in that field, she grabbed it with one hand, and started cupping the tip with her mouth, building suction and slithering her tongue up and down his shaft while pumping with her hand as she couldn't possible fit it in her mouth. The thought of his girth and length pushing inside her gave her an unsettling, but arousing feeling. He'll be gentle, she thought. He had propped himself up on his arms to watch her and as she continued sucking his fully erect penis, he pushed his head back, hissing through his teeth.

'I want you, now.', said Hermione, as she came up for air. Viktor scooched forward to the edge of the table and held her closely, kissing her, his hands cradling the nape of her neck, down to her rear which he squeezed gently, pushing her closer to him. His erection bore in her thigh and she got excited to feel it enter her. In a swift motion, he picked her up, and again, she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her around the table, towards the moon-lit end facing the window. 'I want' to see u', he justified. He gently laid her down and bent towards her torso briefly, again caressing her breasts, to which she arched her back, their bodies meeting. 'I will hav' u now, okay?', his accent sounded stronger than ever, turning Hermione on even more. Making friendships with wizards of the world, that's what I'm doing, she thought, snickering. She looked in his eyes and nodded, 'Take me, Viktor'.

He grabbed his above average sized member and started by slowly rubbing it against her sex, creating friction against her clitoris. She felt herself already being wet and ready. With a quiet moan, her directed the tip of his erection towards her entrance. Slowly, inch by inch he pushed himself into her, holding onto her narrow hips with both his hands. Hermione moaned softly, a mixture between pain and pleasure slicing her open between her legs, and finally, he was all the way inside her and it was like the most intense feeling she had ever had. He started pumping into her slowly, adjusting to her reaction. As he kept going, the pain subsided completely and left nothing but her want of being pounded thoroughly by this gorgeous outlander. Hermione made her lust known by kicking up her heels, intertwining them behind him and pushing him closer to her. He reacted by moaning loudly, placing his flat palm on her stomach and increasing speed. His other hand which had grabbed her by her hips, travelled forward and as she pushed herself into him, he pressed his thumb directly on her pearl. He started massaging it, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers while pumping his shaft into her again and again. She squealed and the tension inside her sex started building, increasing in little waves until it plateaued and sent her into an explosive, shaking orgasm, intensified by the girth of Viktor's erection enclosed in her hot, moist walls. He growled and his motions became harder, more forceful, which Hermione enjoyed visibly.

He pulled out for a moment, which she used as an opportunity to tell him to lay down on the table. He did so and as she got up and stood in front of him, Viktor sat on the edge of the table and started kissing her passionately and she mounted him, crossing her legs behind his back, taking seat on his delicious dick. She felt herself expand to meet his size, her juices of lust making it easier for him to glide in. Kissing him intently she began to move upwards as his shaft filled her out completely. He moaned in her mouth and grabbed her hair, pulling it back so her neck was exposed. His lips felt electrical on her skin and the friction of his skin against her pelvic bone created tension once more. Victor intensified this by letting go of her hair and moving both hands to her rear, grabbing her cheeks hard, pulling them apart. This made himself enter her even deeper and they both surrendered to a unified climax, the boy not being able to hold himself back any longer. She felt his hot juices flooding her and her walls succumbing around it, Victor pumping in her hard while hissing, 'Da… da…', which she knew to mean "Yes" in Bulgarian.

Exhausted they collapsed onto each other, laying on the table, panting. 'This was… exhilarating.', she sighed and laughed loudly, hiding her face in her hands.

Viktor let out a deep laugh and kissed her temple. They surrendered to a short nap. After they woke and had performed contraceptive spells and Hermione had repaired her dress and had gotten dressed, they gave each other one more kiss and they both retreated quietly to their respective dormitories, the memories they had just made not only lingering on their skin but in their eyes, for they sparkled with love and lust, for more.