Feeling Frisky

Pairing: Hermione/Cormac
Word Count: 1,254

Written For:

- February Event: (plot/action) Getting lipstick all over significant other's face/neck, then being rudely interrupted by friend/relative, (emotion/feeling) Frisky

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Secret Diary: (object) Thigh garters, (object) Jeans, (word) Pleasure, (plot/action) Popping the cap off a bottle with teeth, (word) Directive, (object) Trench coat, (time) Midnight

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Sex and the City: (word) Bachelor, (dialogue) "So, what are you doing next Saturday?" / "I'm having dinner with you.", (word) Humiliated

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/OC Names: Cordelia

- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Said Synonyms: screamed

- Word Prompt Express: Career

Hermione was well into her thirties when she and Ron finally made the decision to divorce. By anyone's standards, a career-driven woman who had given birth to two healthy, ten-pound babies probably wouldn't really be bothered about a sex life, and that was partially true.

With Ron, her sex life was mundane at the very best. As the years wore on, it became more and more monotonous and uninteresting. She knew that Ron was seeking bedroom relations with Lavender Brown, and she really hadn't cared—in fact, when she noticed an improvement in his mood after he started sleeping with Lavender, she had felt strangely happy for him. It wasn't long before Hermione also started breaking the marital contract, and it was then that Ron and Hermione decided to mutually end their relationship.

However, with two children on their hands and a very active life under the media, their best friend, Harry Potter, had begged them to appear like they were still together. Even though Rita Skeeter was well into her seventies at this point, her career with the Daily Prophet was still blossoming, and she was always interested in whatever the Potter-Weasley family was doing.

So, Ron and Hermione had decided to continue living in their family home together—for the sake of their children, at least. They lived in separate bedrooms, and actually had quite and enjoyable life—more so than when they had been married. It felt like they were back to being friends once again. However, both Hermione and Ron knew better than to bring men and women into their family home should they want to start other relationships - not only would things still be a little tender in that department, especially when faced with significant others, but it would only confuse Rose and Hugo, who still believed that Ron and Hermione were for the most part still together.

Cormac McLaggen had become the main figure of interest in Hermione's life. Though he claimed to be a bachelor, Hermione knew that he actually lived alone with his sister, Cordelia McLaggen. However, a home with no one but a sister in it was a much better place to get together than Hermione's busy family home.

It was usually midnight when she arrived at Cormac's home, as it was that night. Having felt particularly frisky before leaving, she had decided to wear nothing but her underwear beneath the trench coat that she often wore to work. When Cormac opened the door, she was delighted to see that he was only dressed in his low-slung jeans. He grinned at her arrival, and nodded for her to follow him.

Hermione always felt quite a sense of excitement when visiting Cormac. Even though they were both adults, the way they had to sneak past his sister's room made her feel like a teenager—having an exciting love life at an early age was something that she had missed out on, as she jumped straight into a full on relationship with Ron. She sat on the bed (king size, with black satin sheets - he really did think he was a bachelor!), and took the bottle of beer that Cormac gave her. She didn't like beer, and Cormac knew that - but it was something to occupy her hands while she waited.

His eyes made contact with hers as he used his teeth to snap off the bottle cap. It was something that she had always chastised Ron and Harry for doing, but when Cormac did it, she found it ridiculously sexy. He took a long drink from the bottle, and Hermione waited until he had placed the bottle down on the bedside table before making her move.

He didn't expect for the usually sensible, straightforward Hermione to push open the lapels of her coat, exposing first her stockings and thigh garters, and then her skimpy black lingerie. His breath caught in his throat and he advanced upon her dangerously, pushing her back into the plush pillows and hovering above her. She could smell the beer on his breath, and even though she hated it, it turned her on even more.

Cormac was something that Ron never was—directive and confident. Ron used to take extreme care with her in bed, which had been great when she was young and unsure of her body. But as she got older, she just wanted someone who would take control in the bedroom, and maybe even get a little rough with her. She'd never had to voice these concerns to Cormac—he seemed to just get her.

"You bad girl, Hermione," he muttered in a low, seductive voice. The vibrations in his tone sent waves of pleasure straight to Hermione's nether regions, and she arched her body into his and narrowed her eyes, silently begging him to kiss her, touch her, anything.

He finally gave in and crashed his lips against hers, and she moaned into his mouth. The bulge in his jeans rubbed against her, and the sudden friction drove her crazy. She wound her arms around his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingertips, and rolled him over so that she was on top. She sat up, straddling him, and removed her trench coat completely, throwing it off the bed.

Cormac grabbed her hips sunk his fingers into her flesh, his eyes raking up and down her body provocatively. Hermione loved it when he looked at her like this—he made her feel like she wasn't a middle-aged, overworked woman. She felt beautiful in his eyes. He didn't notice her stretch marks or the way her breasts had begun to hang a little lower than they once had, or the delicate wrinkles that traced across her neck and chest. He only saw her for her beauty.

She bent over him and began to kiss him passionately, uncaring that she was smearing her pink lipstick over his mouth and face. She moved down to his neck, attacking his skin with gentle bites and nibbles, and ran her hands down the expanse of his chest.

"...for Merlin's sake, Cormac, will you keep it down in there! What the hell are you—oh...my..." Cordelia's voice grew louder and louder, and Hermione became suddenly aware of someone else in the room with them. She shrieked and threw herself off Cormac, struggling to get her exposed body beneath the covers.

Cordelia stood in the doorway, looking completely humiliated.

"You could've told me you had someone over!" she hissed, before rushing out of the bedroom and slamming the door behind her. Hermione sat in silence for a moment, before daring to sneak a peak at Cormac.

"I guess I should go," she said finally, after managing to get her breath back. "I don't think your sister wants to be thinking about...you know," she laughed breathily, and climbed out of bed, pulling her trench coat around her.

Cormac sniggered. "It's been over fifteen years, and Hermione Granger is still a bit of a prude. I thought I loosened you up last week when I stuck my finger in you—"

"—Cormac!" she screamed, before he could finish his sentence. "Shut up!"

Cormac only continued laughing, and stretched back on the bed with his arms above his head, not caring about exposing his naked form to her. "What are you doing next weekend?" he asked her, once his laughter had subsided.

Hermione's blush faded, and she smiled. It would be nice, she supposed, to do something other than sneak into Cormac's bedroom for once. "I'm having dinner with you."