Treasure Hunt
Disclaimer: As I'm not making any money from this, chances are that I don't own the characters'
When their kiss broke, Harry found himself in a strange living room. He looked around at the comfortable furniture and noted the hallway and doors off the far side of the room.
"Is this your house?" he asked.
"It's a flat, actually, but, yes, it's mine." She walked away from him towards the closest door. She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he took it to mean he should go with her. As he walked through the door into her kitchen, she jumped him from behind, spinning him around and forcing him against the wall.
"Something tells me you're not really interested in showing me around," he chuckled, then gave in to her advances. She had his pants to his knees in a matter of seconds and was working him with her mouth, listening to his deep moans telling her exactly what he liked for her to do to him.
"Harry, you know what I want you to do right now?" she asked pulling her mouth off him. He closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head. "I want you to play a game with me. Sort of a treasure hunt. You find all of the things that I ask you to, and I'll use them in a special way. O.K.?" He nodded and she gave him a long lick, illiciting another moan from deep in his throat. She stood and backed away from him. "The first item is easy. It's a razor."
Harry stared at her blankly for a second, then smiled before pushing himself away from the wall. He moved to pull his jeans up, but she stopped him.
"Unh unh. You go the way you are. Remember, this is 'my' game. As a matter of fact, take them the rest of the way off. Everything else, too." Harry smiled again and did as she asked.
"What do I get for bringing back the razor?"
"You'll see when you do it. Now go on." He left the kitchen in search of the item. Hermione thought of another item for him to retrieve for her quickly. She'd had this little fantasy for as long as she could remember, and was eager to play it out. Especially since the other player was Harry Potter, the person she had most fantasized doing this with.
Harry had a thought as he headed down the hallway. Hermione had brought him here not long after asking if he wanted to see where she lived, and now they were playing a 'game'. It struck him as funny that he was seeing her home, but it was only because he was hunting for her bathroom and the razor she had asked him to bring her. He was confused as to her motives for this game as he looked through a door and grinned to himself. He had found the bathroom. He remembered that she had told him she lived in Muggle London, so he searched for the switch to turn on the lights. 'Now I know that I live entirely in the wizarding world,' he thought to himself. His own house was enchanted for the lights to come on as needed when he entered a room. All he had to do was think of it. He located the switch and flipped it, illuminating the room before him. He jumped as he saw his reflection in a full length mirror on the wall across from him. Harry glanced around for where she could have possibly put her razor and spied it on a shelf just behind the shower door. He turned the light off as he left the room, returned to the kitchen, and cleared his throat. Hermione had been facing the inside of her refrigerator and looked over her shoulder as he made his presence known to her.
"All right, I found the razor, now what?" Hermione looked thoughtfully back at the contents of her fridge and closed the door. She turned to face Harry and was not disappointed in his body's reaction to the view she afforded him. While he had been gone, she had removed her bra and had left her shirt undone and wide open. She held out her hand for the razor. He crossed and handed it to her, recieving a long sensuous kiss as his reward.
"Next, I want you to find a feather for me."
"A feather?" She nodded. Harry hesitated for a second. He'd been anticipating finding out what she'd wanted the razor for, not being sent off in search of another item so soon, but he did as he was asked and headed back out to the living room. The kitchen door swung shut behind him, and Hermione quickly thought of what she needed to get for the end of this game. The key items weren't in her fridge, and she knew that she couldn't very well send Harry out to get them in his state of undress. But she wasn't worried about that at the moment. She knew that it would take him longer to locate the feather she had asked for.
'If he looks around closely, he'll see the one in the living room,' she thought with a smile.
Harry now stood in the room of Hermione's thoughts, glancing around at her furniture. He saw nothing on any of the chairs or the couch that would have a feather, so he headed back down the hallway. He passed the bathroom. No chance of finding a feather in there. The next room he came to had to be Hermione's as there were books everywhere, on every surface available, save for the narrow bed against one wall.
'No feathers here,' he thought, shaking his head, a half smile on his lips, and turned to the door that was behind him. This room was more opulently decorated. The large four-poster bed was covered with a luxuriant purple comforter. Harry moved into the room, his feet sinking in the plush cream carpet and touched the covering. He was disappointed. There was only a dense stuffing inside, not feathers as he'd hoped.
He turned around in a circle, catching a glimpse of himself in another large mirror on the wall above the dresser. The search yielded no success and he left the room, slightly irritated. There had to be a feather somewhere in this apartment, she wouldn't mean to send him out into the streets of London like he was, would she? He decided against that idea as he reentered the living room and eyed the other two doors there. He opened the one on the wall nearest him and found that it was a utility closet. He searched it quickly. Vacuum cleaner, dust rags, broom, dust pan. No feathers!
Harry closed the door and leaned against it for a second. He was getting frustrated with this. He moved to the other door and opened it, closing it a second later when he saw that Hermione's coat closet would be of no more use to him than the utility closet had been. Harry ran his hands over his face in exasperation and threw another look around the living room. Something caught his eye near the window. He made his way around a chair and looked to see what was lying on the floor. His green eyes lit up with triumph. An owl feather! He snatched it up and hurried back to Hermione.
"Found one!" he crowed upon entering the kitchen. He stopped short, his eyes glazing over with desire as he realized what she had done in his absence. She was totally naked, sitting on the counter, her legs spread wide, and though he had been gone for a while, it couldn't have been more than ten minutes at most. He wondered how she had been able to shave off the short curls that had graced her sex in that short amount of time. "Oh, my God," he whispered huskily. Hermione held out her hand for the feather. Harry walked over to her and put it in her hand, not taking his eyes off their original place.
"There's two more things that I need you to get for me," she said, closing her legs in an attempt to bring him out of his stupor. "And you have to leave the flat to get them, unless you have a problem with the smell of cucumber and melon, then it would be three things." He was still staring at her crotch, so she crossed her legs, finally causing him to meet her eyes with his own. Their green depths were filled with longing and disappointment at the same time, and when she glanced down, she saw that his body reflected at least one of those emotions as well.
"Why would I have to leave the flat?" he asked.
"So you 'were' listening to me. Good. I need some strawberries and whipped cream. I don't have any in my fridge, so I need you to get them for me, please. You'd only be about twenty minutes." Another glance down told her not even that long.
"You said something about cucumbers and melon. Did you change your mind about them?" Hermione smiled in amusement.
"O.K. You were 'half' listening to me. I told you I needed two more things. That would be the strawberries and whipped cream. Then I corrected myself and added that I would need three things if you had a problem with the smell of cucumber and melon." Harry cocked his head to one side, confused. Hermione decided not to tease him too much more about her plan. "Do you ever shave, Harry?" He shook his head.
"No. For some reason, I've never even grown peach fuzz, much less anything that would require me to shave it off." Hermione grinned widely. This would be a new experience for him! "Why?" he asked, confusion still in his voice.
"I'll tell you when you bring back the other stuff I asked for," replied Hermione slyly. Harry turned slowly and retrieved his clothes from the floor, pulling them on while shooting disgruntled glances her way.
"This had better be good," he said as he headed out of the kitchen a third time. She heard her front door open and shut and giggled.
"You have no idea 'how' good, Harry." With that, she jumped down off the counter and hurried to set her plan into action. She had just turned off the water for the bath she had drawn when she heard him return. She stepped out into the hall and beckoned to him. He moved to set the bag he was holding down on the coffee table.
"No, no. Bring it with you." He shrugged and straightened up. When he reached her a few seconds later, she took the bag from him and covered his eyes before propelling him into the now humid bathroom. "I want you to keep your eyes closed for this part."
"O.K. Then what?" he asked as she hesitantly pulled her hands away from his face, making sure that his eyes were indeed closed.
"You'll see." She stripped him down to his former state, noting that his erection had returned quickly, and led him gently to the tub, where she helped him into the steaming water. "Don't sit down," she requested and left him there to return to where her wand sat on the edge of the sink. Casting a quick freezing spell on a nearby bowl she had also filled with water, she placed the berries and whipped cream inside it to chill while she was attending to Harry. She picked up a large pitcher that sat beside the tub and lowered it into the water, filling it before lifting it to the level of his shoulders. Harry smiled faintly as she poured the water over his body, paying close attention to the area between his legs.
"Can I open my eyes?" he asked, shifting his position as she poured another pitcherful over him.
"Not yet. Harry, do you trust me?" He nodded instantly and she lay the pitcher aside, picking up a small can that lay to the side of the tub. He turned his head in the direction of a pop and then a small hissing sound. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know you won't. It's just a little strange standing here, totally naked in your bathtub, and not knowing what you're doing." He and his voice jumped slightly when she began smoothing the shave gel over his pubic hair. His green eyes flew open and he looked down. "That stuff's cold!" he exclaimed. Hermione smiled up at him, continuing to lather around his penis, which had lost its erection when she'd surprised him. Harry watched her with great interest, noting the scent of the gel. "That's what you meant by cucumber and melon," he said as she finished and rinsed the remaining gel off her hand in the water. She picked up the razor he'd brought to her and showed it to him briefly before dipping it into the water. Now Harry was getting worried. He crouched slightly and grabbed her hand.
"Harry, I thought you trusted me."
"I do, but this makes me nervous. I mean, you're about to..." Hermione reached up with her free hand to pull him down to her for a kiss.
"I need to do this for the next part of my fantasy," she whispered, releasing him. He still looked uncertain, but stood upright and crossed his arms stiffly. She was surprised. "You're going to let me?"
"Only because it's part of your fantasy. But if it were any other reason, I would say forget it." He stared down at her. "Remember, I still play Seeker on England's reserve team. I have to change in front of all the other team members. I'm going to get a lot of teasing about this." His words made her sit up rigidly. "What?" he asked.
"You have to be naked in front of 'all' your teammates? I don't know if I want another woman seeing you that way, now that 'I' have." Harry grinned.
"That makes you jealous?" She flushed prettily and nodded. "Well, you don't have to be. All of the reserve team is male." This gained him a sheepish smile and a sneaky gleam appeared in her eyes. She lifted her hand and drew the razor carefully down through the lather, revealing smooth skin underneath. Harry now focused his eyes on the far wall, not wanting to see her do this, it still felt strange to him, but also oddly arousing. He had to concentrate hard to keep the blood from flowing southward.
"When's your next game?" she asked as she worked.
"Not for another two weeks, but I only have a few more days before I have to return to work. By the way, what is it that you do now?" He heard her rinse the razor before she answered.
"I work for the Department for Control of Magical Creatures." He looked down at the top of her head.
"You're kidding! You're in the Ministry?" She looked a little afronted when she met his eyes. "I don't mean it as an insult, Hermione, I was just surprised that I haven't seen you at all over the last two years."
"What are you talking about?" She continued to divest him of his pubic hair carefully while they talked.
"You know how the book said that my occupation is unknown?" She nodded, rinsing the razor again. "Well, you're about to be one of the few to find out what it is I do." She glanced up at him, then returned her eyes to what she was doing.
"What?"
"I got sufficiant marks in my NEWT's to get where I wanted to go." He grinned widely when she stopped shaving him midstroke and looked up at him in awe. "I'm an Auror. Top of my class when I graduated the training program, too. I learned a lot from you about the neccessity of studying. I'm really shocked that you didn't know. But then again, I didn't know you worked for the Ministry, either." He squirmed a little, making her realize she had paused her task. She moved the razor down the rest of the way and pulled it away from his body. She was almost done, just needing to get the stray hairs that were left. She finished that and gently poured the now tepid water over his groin to remove the last traces of gel.
"Finished," she exclaimed, sitting back to allow him to see what she had done. He looked down and was surprised. He stepped out of the water and turned to the mirror to better examine Hermione's handiwork. It aroused her to see his crotch as bald as it had been before puberty hit. She watched his reflection as he ran his hands over the newly exposed skin. Harry noted that there wasn't even a trace of stubble anywhere his fingers encountered. He met her eyes in the mirror, and let his drop to her own sex as she rose to her feet.
"This reminds me of something that I wanted to ask before I left earlier," he said. "How did you do that so fast?" He indicated her body and recieved a sly smile.
"I first shaved in Hogwarts, Harry. I found a spell that removes any unwanted hair on your body, but the rule is, you have to shave it off the first time so that you know exactly how far to go with the beam your wand makes. Otherwise, you might take some of your skin with it." She pointed her wand at the tub. The water instantly started draining, and she tossed a towel to him. "Dry off and come with me."
She went to the sink and picked up the now frigid bowl containing the strawberries and whipped cream, then headed out into the hall, Harry right behind her.
"This is a combination of three fantasies I have. The 'treasure hunt', shaving you, which, by the way, is about to help me realize a fourth, and the stuff you brought me." They entered the second bedroom, which he now knew was Hermione's, and she indicated he should lay down on the bed. He did without hesitation. Hermione picked up the owl feather from the nightstand and put the bowl in its place before magically tying his hands and feet to the posts of the bed. He looked around at himself and grinned widely at her.
"So let me guess," he said, looking around again. "Your favorite color is purple, right?" Hermione grinned and nodded. "I'll have to keep that in mind and redecorate that room." He started eyeing the whipped cream and strawberries hungrilly.
"The things I had you bring me were part of my second fantasy. The first was the actual hunt for the items. They were usually of a sexual nature and were to be used to pleasure both of us. The third, as I said, is going to help me fufill a fourth fantasy." She turned the feather over in her hands.
"What part does the feather play in your fantasy?" Harry asked.
"This? Oh, this was what I was going to use to tickle and tease you to the point of explosion." She made her point by drawing the feather over his legs and around his stiffening cock. "And to make you beg for mercy." She set in to tickling his ribcage and along the scar that lay beneath them, giggling evily when he attempted to squim away from the torture. She stopped when he indeed begged for her mercy, and said, "The strawberries are something else to tease you with."
She reached over and pulled a particularly large one out of the basket and opening the other container, drew the berry through the whipped cream. Harry's eyes clouded with passion when she lifted the berry to her lips and bit into it before moving it to his mouth and allowing him to eat the rest. She picked up the whipped cream and climbed up onto the bed, settling between his thighs. When he saw her intentions, his erection became harder. He wasn't disappointed. She drew some of the sweet confection out with her fingers and covered his shaft. He shivered at the cold sensation, and gasped when her tongue quickly followed the path her fingers had run. She cleaned him thoroughly, meeting his eyes as she licked the last of the cream from his tip.
"Do you know what you are doing to me?" he said hoarsly. She smiled and nodded. She moved up his body to straddle his stomach, pinning his member between them.
"You want me to tell you my fourth fantasy now?" He nodded and she continued. "That fantasy is something that I know I could never really have unless I manage to aquire a time turner, and then, it would just be sick and wrong." She saw from his expression she would have to explain in more detail. "You have to understand that this fantasy formed back when we were starting first year. I've been physically attracted to you since then." She blushed at having admitted that to him. "I've wanted to make love to you since before we went through puberty. I know that I am absolutely unable to do that now, but I can have the next best thing."
"That meant shaving my crotch," he laughed. "And yours as well." He looked longingly at her.
"So now I intend to fufill that fantasy. Because I said just after you went out the door to get the strawberries that you had no idea how good this was going to be." She lifted up and reached between their bodies to take hold of his cock, then slid down onto it. Harry gasped as he now felt only her silken skin touching his. Hermione closed her eyes against the overwhelming sensations that flooded her body. 'I wish we 'could' have done this back then,' she thought happily. A second later, Harry started bucking against her in efforts to get deeper inside her wet depths.
"Oh, God!" he panted, straining his bonds. "Please, Hermione, let me out of these!" She shook her head and slowly started moving above him. Harry's mouth opened in a silent scream. He'd never have expected this in a million years. It was better than their first time, or any other time after that, for that matter. She gradually picked up the pace, drawing out their pleasure for as long as she possibly could, until she could no longer bear it. She leaned forward, grabbed her wand, and released Harry's restraints. With a loud roar, he flipped the both of them over toward the end of the bed, and latched on to one of her rock hard nipples while he thrust in and out of her with total abandon.
"Yes, Harry! Oh, my God, please don't stop!" she cried.
He made it obvious to her he had no intention of doing that until he reached his goal. Hermione's legs came around his waist, and he reached down to pull one up to his shoulder, deepening his thrusts at the same time. She gasped as her orgasm hit from the newly exposed skin covering his pubic bone repeatedly slid across her clit. He felt her spasms beneath him and soared over the edge into his own oblivion as he emptied himself into her. He fell backwards on the bed, panting from his exertions and stared blankly at the ceiling above him, seeing only the stars that swam before his eyes. Hermione crawled up to lay next to him, kissing him lightly on his jaw. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close and turning his head to look at her.
"That was the best idea I've had yet," she said with a slight giggle.
"No argument here." He closed his eyes for a minute, then remembered. "Did you do the..." She nodded.
"While you were gone. Sleep now." Harry nodded and drifted off. Hermione disengaged herself from him gently and slid off the bed to retrieve a light blanket from the chest that stood at the end. She covered him with it and smiled to herself as she headed to the kitchen to make dinner for him when he woke.