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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is also sexual contents. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: I literally had to pull the fire alarm on these two because they wouldn't do what I needed them to do for the prompt.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Huffepuff MC (x2); Magical MC (x2); Ship Sails; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); Short Jog; Bucket Listing (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 03
Subject (Task No.): Muggle Art (Task#3: write about someone enjoying something considered simple.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 Prompts [29](Knowingly); Auction [12.1] (Making out in a public place)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Badgers)[SuMic2 (Purple); 4A (Gifts/Present)]; Chim [Dextrin](Royal Purple); Garden [Citrus Sale (Vibrator); Citrus Scents (Licking); Fruit Stand (Licking)]; Fire (Fix It Felix)
Representation(s): Hannah Abbott/Susan Bones
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Brier; Navigate); TY (Avasa); FR (Satisfaction); O3 (Olivine); HoSE (Schooner; Seduce)
Word Count: 1236 words

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Public Execution
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It was a rare time that the entirety of the surviving members of Dumbledore's Army had actually managed to get together for longer than a few hours. Of course, they had been meticulously planning this weekend for over a year before it had happened. If any of them had to travel by muggle means, then it definitely wouldn't have included a few of them or at least not for entire weekend, since more than a few of them had moved to other countries.

But they were all here, including their soulmates (or just significant others) in most cases.

And now they were preparing to meet as a group in the multimedia room down on the main floor.

"I have something for you," Susan announced as they got ready in their room. Hannah looked up from where she had been sitting on their bed and pulling her hair into a braid.

Susan gave her a grin and held up a box wrapped in royal purple paper. It had a ruby red ribbon around it that had been tied in a simple bow. Hannah schooled her face into a suspicious expression, determined that she would not play whatever game that her wife had cooked up this time.

Opening the present, Hannah felt her face turn the same color as Susan's hair. Inside the box as a pair of small balls connected by a thin cord. Another cord came off one ball on the opposite side from the cord connecting the two balls. It ended in a loop wide enough to easily fit a thumb. Hannah's fingers moved on their own to pick the tiny toy up.

The two balls touched their sides briefly, sending a powerful vibration through her fingers.

Hannah's blush got even darker as she raised her gaze to meet her lover's. Susan was grinning knowingly at her. It was also a silent challenge, because they both knew they would be going downstairs to join their friends in just a few minutes. Susan wouldn't be upset if Hannah decided not to take up the challenge, if she opted to just have a nice night cuddling among their friends. Still, Susan's eyes seemed to burn with a hunger that Hannah could feel echoing in herself.

"Put it in me?" Hannah asked. Susan grinned toothily.

With gentle pressure on Hannah's shoulders, she directed her to lean back until she was laying on the bed on her back. Susan's hands were nimble as they lifted Hannah's skirt to expose her lacy panties. Her breath flashed warm and moist as she kissed her way up Hannah's thighs. Susan hooked her fingers on the gusset of Hannah's panties, pulling it to the side to expose Hannah's wet pussy to the cool air of the hotel room.

As if unable to help herself, Susan gave the damp sex a kiss that turned into a few vigorous licks. Hannah arched into her lover's tongue. She could never get enough of Susan's talented mouth. She felt something broader than Susan's tongue breach her. Hannah moaned loudly and spread her legs even farther. The next ball pressed tight against the first as Susan pushed it in as well. The vibration made Hannah clench tight around the toy, which in turn, pressed the balls harder together and increased the vibration even more.

"Sue, Sue, Sue," Hannah chanted as her hips moved without her ordering them to. Each jerk moved the balls within her and caused a burst of vibrations that just twisted the coil of tension even more. In response, Susan sucked and licked even more enthusiastically. Susan's hands were wrapped around the inside of each of Hannah's thighs, keeping her open and vulnerable to Susan's devouring of her pussy. Hannah could already feel her climax building. Her hands tightened around fistfuls of the comforter covering the bed. "Sue!"

And right at that moment, a piercing alarm began to sound.

Susan immediately sat up. Hannah groaned in frustration at the interruption. Susan just tilted her head slightly as she listened to the alarm for a moment, frowning in concentration.

"That's the fire alarm," she said. Hannah tried to wrap her legs around Susan's waist and pull her back in, but Susan was already moving farther away. Hannah groaned again in increased frustration as she sprawled starfish style on the bed. "Come on. We need to evacuate just to be on the safe side."

"If it was Seamus or a Weasley," Hannah threatened, making no move to get up yet, "I reserve the right to viciously murder them. I'm serious. You'll have to arrest me, Sue."

"If it was one of ours," Susan promised in the same dark humor, "I'll even help and then they'll be arresting both us."

Appeased, Hannah sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. The motion jostled the toy that she only then realized was still inside of her. Hannah gasped and jerked at the sensation. She whimpered at the idea of moving with it in place even as she rejected the idea of stopping for long enough to fish it out. Susan's face went through a similar slideshow of expressions before settling on salaciously smug when she realized that Hannah was not going to use her safe word.

"Come on, love," she said, pulling Hannah to her feet. "We need to leave."

"Susan," Hannah moaned as she let herself be pulled along and into the swelling crowd that moving towards the exit points.

Each step jostled the toy, triggering it to vibrate or to stop vibrating. For the life of her, Hannah could not decide which she hated more. Around them was other guests of the hotel. None of them seemed to even notice that Hannah was slowly being driven insane by her dom. As soon as they had managed to get out of the hotel, they were directed to check in with a concierge with a clipboard who was a safe distance from any of the structures.

Slowly, their fellow members of Dumbledore's Army gathered around them. Susan wrapped her arms around Hannah as they waited to be allowed back into the hotel. Humming almost as quietly as the balls vibrating inside of Hannah, Susan began to gently sway from side to side. Hannah trembled as the motion affected the strength of the vibration, making it ebb and flow and ebb again.

The previously thwarted climax began to sneak back up on her. Hannah bit her bottom lip in effort to keep her noises of appreciation from slipping out. The last thing she needed was to draw attention to herself. The chasers three would never let her live it down. Hannah grabbed a hold of Susan's arms with both her hands tight enough that she knew Susan was likely to have bruises later.

"Sue," Hannah hissed as she felt herself cresting. Tried as she might, she could not hold back on either the tide sweeping over her or the loud and distinctive moan that escaped her. Even with her eyes screwed shut, she could feel the gaze of several people snap towards her. No longer caring how it might look, Hannah turned in Susan's arms and buried her face in the redhead's neck.

Thankfully, the toy seemed to have stopped reacting finally.

Hannah was still tempted to slowly torture whoever set off the fire alarm to the most gruesome death imaginable. Maybe later, after the post-coital bliss had receded a bit.