This is my first try to do a lemon fanfiction. Please be kind in the reviews! I can always take some advice to made even better ones!
:-[The bookworm and the professor]-:
Hermione Granger was walking quickly through the school corridors thought she wasn't supposed to. It was very late in the evening and she knew if one of her teachers caught her, she would be in big trouble, especially the fat toad, Umbridge.
She had her special meeting tonight and she really didn't want to be late. The professor in charge wasn't the kind who liked late people.
She walked in the direction of the Seventh Floor corridor in direction of the Room of Requirement, where the class was taught. Since the beginning of the year, they had a horrible teacher in Professor Umbridge so they had to take things in their own hands.
Hermione walked three times in front of the corridor, only wishing for one thing. After the third time, a door magically appeared, one that she opened without a hesitation.
The Room was furnished the same way it usually was during the professor's special lesson. A couple of death eater's looking mannequins were in the back with other training equipments. A giant fireplace was burning on the side with a loveseat near it with a white wolf pelt under it. Another door was on the other side, hiding one of her favourite place in Hogwarts.
"You're late, Miss Granger." Said a male voice in a casual manner
Hermione gasp when she heard the voice's tone. It was this one. Her heart started beating faster and already started rubbing her thighs against the other. She tryied to find the source but couldn't find him anywhere.
"I'm sorry Professor. It was hard to avoid Umbridge's goons." Tried to explain the bushy haired girl.
"I see. So you have difficulties to avoid the like of Crabbe and Goyle? Disappointing, Miss Granger, very disappointing."
Hermione immediately berated herself. She knew the professor was not a man who liked feeble excuses.
"Anyway. Due to your tardiness, you shall wait, as you made me wait. I have a guest inside and you shall listen to everything I do to her, understand?" said the Professor.
"Yes, Professor." Answered quickly Hermione, not wanting to offend him more.
"Good. I've taken the liberty to choose what you'll wear for later. It is on the loveseat, stay there."
The young witch felt the professor presence leave the main room, even though she did not saw him at all. She walked toward the loveseat and saw a yellow sundress with small flower on it. The dress had a corset include in it, to show her already slim waist.
'He always loved to see me in one of these since third year.' Smirked to herself the young woman. A pair of white panties and a bra of the same color were beside the main garment.
Hermione quickly undressed herself from her hideous Hogwarts' robe. Her own pantie was already half soaked from her juices. She made all of her clothes disappeared with a wave of her wand and sat of the loveseat, waiting for her professor to get her.
She saw that the door leading to the bedroom was open, probably to facilitate her listening. She wondered who was the girl who had time to come between her and her professor. Her question was quickly answered by an almost angelic voice."
"Allez Professeur, montre moi ce que tu sais faire." Said a French voice that she instantaneously recognize as Gabrielle Delacour. (*Come on Professor, show me what you can do.)
'That slut! Or course she is the one who got the professor's attention. She struts her ass around like a true whore where he is around.' thought Hermione, without thinking she was doing the same thing as her.
"With pleasure, my little dove."
All Hermione could hear was the sound of pounding flesh against flesh. Her sexy moans travelled all the way to the bushy haired witch's ears, making her wet. It was her first time hearing him fucking another woman. Oh, she knew she was hardly the only one. She knew however he wasn't using her like he was using other girls.
'Look like he is giving his all, judging by the sound they make.' Thought Hermione while putting the underwear she was asked to put. The dress fitted her like a glove. Not surprising with magic. The professor always had the clothes made perfectly for her each time he was asking.
For around an hour, she heard moan, scream of pleasure and sometime dirty talks. The last part was mainly from the professor, who Hermione knew he loved this kind of things.
Suddenly, a slender figure stepped out of the room. Gabrielle Delacour, formerly student at Beauxbâtons Academy of Magic in France, was proudly having the biggest goofy smile on her pretty angelic face.
"He is all yours. I think I haven't exhausted him too much for you." Smirked the Veela.
She wore skinny jeans that hugged her shapely perfectly. Many boys were drooling at the mere sight of it. Even the bushy haired witch was caught watching it on time by her friends. Her top was a simple Gryffindor t-shirt with 'Potter' on its back.
Hermione lifted her nose in the air snottily.
"It will take more than one little French girl to exhaust him, little dove." Said he bookworm. "Don't worry Gaby, I'll take good care of him."
Gabrielle only humph at the comment and left the Room of Requirement making the older witch smirk.
"Well. I see you two are still like cats and dogs." Said a male voice, coming from the doorway.
Hermione turned her head, seeing him finally. Her nipples hardened at the mere sight of him, already knowing the next few hours would be delightful.
He was dressed in a black and red dressing gown, leaning on the doorway, his arm crossed. His face was a little red from all of his 'exercise' and was adorning a huge smirk on his face. Then again, who wouldn't after having fucked a Veela like Gabrielle Delacour?
"Not my fault if she thinks she is better than anyone. She struts herself as soon as you enter a room, begging for your attention."
"And you don't, my little bookworm?"
"I-It's not the same!" protested the girl."
"It never is." Laughed Harry while approaching the bookish girl.
He took his time to admire her. From toes to the top of her head, he scrutinized her. But she didn't mind at all. She loved having his gaze upon her. Hermione let him come behind her without protesting or moving. She felt his hands on her shoulder, making her shuddered in pleasure.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, Miss Granger. "Exactly like I was hoping you would. Come, let us go to the bedroom, shall we?"
"Yes. Yes Professor." Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He guided her toward the bedroom, a hand on her lower back, just above her arse. The strong scent of sex was still up in the air from when he fucked the Veela. She felt him get harder, judging by the massive bulge pressed against her ass.
"Get on your knees, Miss Granger. We will compare your prowess, shall we?"
Hermione immediately followed his order. She removed his only piece of clothing, revealing his muscles underneath. His cock was already half erect and the young witch lost no time by grabbing it with her hand and started stroking it with a firm grip.
The effect was immediate on Harry. He started moaning and stroked the girl's hair. Once he was hard as a rock, she put the cock inside of her mouth, sucking it with all the passion she could muster. She could still taste the French girl's juice on him.
"By Merlin, Miss Granger. I can see all of your lessons are starting to show their results, I am proud of you." Moaned the young man.
Hermione redoubled her ardor. She bobbled her head faster than she ever did before. She felt his manly hands gripped her man firmly. She didn't mind at all for she loved to be manhandled while having sex.
"That's it you little bookworm, use your tongue."
She followed instruction and started licking all of his length, making sure not to forget a spot. She went back to giving him a wet blowjob, using her saliva to stimulate him more. Hermione felt him getting stiff and she knew what was coming her way. As if on cue, she felt him cum deep inside her throat in a guttural moan. The bushy haired witch took it all, leaving no drop.
Harry released her after coming back from his orgasm. He summoned a vial not to far on a bed table and drank it in one gulp.
"What is it, Harry?" asked the young bookworm, still on her knee, caressing his thighs.
"Pepper-up potion. You didn't think I would just cum in your mouth and be done with it? No, no, my dear. I have much plan for you and your body tonight. Tonight, you are mine and mine alone."
Hermione's pussy fluttered at the comment. She loved to be possessed by him. In a wave of his hand, she felt his powerful magic on her, removing all of her clothes at once. She felt the cold air around the bedroom but didn't had time to react to it since Harry swooped her from her feet and carried her nuptial style to the bed. He gently laid her on the bed and spread her knees and went to explore her pussy with his mouth, making her moan his name loudly.
"P-Professor! Please f-fuck me!" begged the witch after a while.
"As my lady wishes."
He complied immediately by putting his meat in front of her entrance. She was so wet, that it only took one swift move for him to be inside her to the hilt.
"Oh. Oh! Merlin yes!" moaned Hermione, putting her legs around his waist.
Harry gripped her slim waist with both hands, making sure to have a firm grip on her and started pounding her. He knew she loved it, simply getting fucked.
Hermione felt his member all the way through her walls. She was so tight, even after all the time they had their fun.
"Merlin Hermione, you are so fucking tight." Grunted Harry.
"Yes! Yes! Don't stop!"
"Like that huh? Always loved it. Wait until you see what I got in store for you, my little bookworm, I think you'll love it."
Without waiting, Hermione was put on her belly. She felt two strong hands taking her waist and pulled her ass in the air. She tried to go on her hands and knees but before she could move, Harry put pressure on her head and took her wrists.
"No no, Miss Granger. You deserved to be fuck like the little slut that you are. Relax and enjoy." Smirked Harry even if she couldn't see it.
"Yes, professor." Said the girl, arching her back sexily for him.
Harry slapped her ass hard leaving a small red mark upon it. She mewls at the sensation, having never felt it before.
"Harry! You never been like thiiiiiiis!" tried to say the young sexy woman, before getting penetrated by her favorite cock.
"What can I say, you inspire me, Hermione."
His hips were slamming against her ass, creating a rhythmic sound in the room. She couldn't move, prisoner under her lover's firm grip. Her pussy tightened at the feeling to be manhandled this way.
"Oh..Oh my.. f-fuck!" Screamed the young witch whilst biting the sheets.
"I think I made the right choice to change our little routine, don't you?" Harry smirked.
"Yes! Yes you did!" as she came all over his cock.
Harry didn't need any more motivation. As soon as he felt Hermione's pussy tighten even more around him, he came inside her. His hot burning cum made the young witch have her second straight orgasms.
The Gryffindor boy fell on the bed by her side, panting hard. The young girl immediately went to cuddle him and to steal his warmth. Her hand went to stroke his cock, trying to make him hard again, making him chuckled.
"Already, Hermione?" smirked Harry.
"Well, I am sure that Pepper-up potion still have some more use." Hermione said, smirking herself.
:-[The End]-:
Author Note : Who would you like next and where?
Criticism is always welcome as long as it is constructive.