Author's note: So sorry I had temporarily abandoned this fic. I know it had so much potential, and I really don't remember what had distracted me at the time. I haven't wrote anything for almost two years. Now I'm getting back in the game and going to try to finish this out. It's set in the HP world, but does not follow the main storyline, just fyi. This fic is purely rated Mature. My intention is that almost every chapter need such a rating, ;). If you have any ideas that you want to see added in, pm me and maybe I'll find a way to work them in. Try to remember this if you can after you've read the fic ;)

Chapt 2.

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Hermione was thankful that it seemed Harry could decrease the arousal because she felt the ache die back down almost immediately. She turned from Harry with an inability to look him in the eye and left for dinner.

After dinner, Ginny approached Hermione. "what's wrong Hermione? You seemed really distracted during dinner?"

"It's nothing Ginny, I just have a lot on my mind. I'll be fine."

Ginny eyed her suspiciously before finally heading up to her room leaving Hermione sitting by the fire.

Hermione looked around to find Harry eyes looking back at her. Her winked and drew '10:00' on the back of his hand before flashing it for Hermione to see. Her stomach gave a small lurch. She was afraid of just what he planned on.

She sighed and left the common room to go study in the confines of her own room. Luckily, she had been allowed her own room this year because of being nominated Head Girl. She was also thankful that the boys couldn't get near it because of the magical stairwell, and when she said magical, she meant it purely as a praise instead of just its magical properties.

A while later, Hermione had finished very little of her homework when she looked up to find it was a minute until 10. She hoped that Harry had forgot about his little plans but as she watched the hand move, she the same tingle she had felt earlier that day. She tried to ignore it. Not even 30 seconds later, she felt it increase in strength forcing her to stand, a hair wobbly and head down to the common room. She knew if she tried to get herself off, he would just make it worse for her. When she entered the common room, she saw that everyone had already went to bed for the night, which she was thankful for since it meant no one would see them leave. Harry was sitting in the opposite corner of the room tapping his watch looking at her with a strange, controlling look as if to say "why weren't you here on time?"

Hermione answered his silent question, "sorry, I lost track of time."

He didn't buy it, but let it slide this time.

"Ready for some fun?"

Hermione didn't respond but looked helplessly at the fire instead.

Harry flicked his wand, making Hermione's core drip with arousal.

"I said, ready for some fun?"

Hermione nodded reluctantly.

"Good. Now strip."

"Here!" Hermione's reaction was a little louder than she should have been, but no one seemed to stir.

"Yes. I love the risk of getting caught, so we will have some fun right here."

Hermione resigned herself.

She slowly stripped her clothes off one by one, trying her best to stay upright.

Harry flicked his wand muttering a spell she couldn't make out and Hermione found herself bound to the floor on all fours.

She swallowed a whimper, not completely opposed to sex with harry, but also frustrated that he seemed to be doing nothing but using her. She thought he wanted a relationship.

She soon felt a piece of cloth wrap around her eyes.

"ok?" he asked.

She nodded, slightly natural aroused at the idea of being bound like this.

She soon felt Harry's fingers on her lips, tracing them, enticing her to lick his finger. When she did, she felt them fall away. And after she heard a zipper being undone, a musky scent reached her nose and she could sense him kneeling in front of her mouth. She felt him rub against her lips, already rather hard.

She began to lick his tip, twirling around until he pushed her head back a bit and shoved into her mouth. She continued licking, still annoyed with him, but still extremely turned on and hoping her would return her favor.

He thrust in and out of her mouth, while she began sucking on his member. She could tell her grew more inside her mouth, to a point he almost wouldn't fit. She felt his tip reach her throat, and she drew on every sex book she had read and tried her best to pleasure him, shaking her head a bit, licking the underside of his shaft.

Soon she felt him begin throbbing, getting closer and closer, and she felt him return to thrusting in and out, grunting before she heard him cast a silencing spell around them. Then he burst, a loud groan escaped him, and she felt him filling her mouth with his spurts until he slowly withdrew, and she felt a few spurts hit her chin.

She waited eagerly, hoping her would return the favor once he regained himself, but felt nervous when she heard someone on the steps. After a second, she realized they were ascending the stairs and she realized she could move her limbs again.

She groaned in frustration, ripping the blindfold off but found herself alone in the room.

She quickly half dressed, cast a cleaning charm, and snuck up to her room to try to release her own tension.