Author's Note: I have to confess, this story started from pettiness. I was scanning through the most recently updated stories and, admittedly, getting frustrated by what was on offer. One of the stories had a starting premise very similar to this one, I won't name it because I don't want to be a twat.
After reading about half of the first chapter, and already frustrated by the stories I had tried reading before, I started angrily thinking to myself about how I would write the concept better. One thing led to another, and the result now stands before you.
I won't be so presumptuous as to claim it is better than the story that inspired me, but I'm quite happy with it for what it is.
Oh, also, this first chapter is pretty much just pure smut. So, be warned.
The crimson thread of the Hogwarts Express wove its way across the idyllic green canvas of the Scottish highlands. The trail of grey smoke issuing from the engine trailed up to mingle with the similarly hued clouds that slouched comfortably in the sky above.
It was a sight that could lull even the most ardent anger into calm introspection.
And, thus, it was quite a shame that neither Harry Potter nor Hermione Granger could see it from within the confines of the carefully cloistered carriage the Boy-Who-Lived had attempted to sequester himself in.
"You can't just shut us out, Harry!" Hermione insisted, in the familiar lecturing tone she used when he was refusing to do his potions homework.
"Well, you can't just order me to do what you want, Her-mi-o-ne!" Harry drew the name out, chewing on each syllable to make sure the full weight of his ire was properly attached.
"I'm not ordering you to do anything!" Hermione shouted back, throwing her hands up in frustration. "All I want is for you to let me-to let us-try and be here for you!"
"Well, I want to be left alone!" Harry roared, resisting the urge to stomp his foot like a petulant child only because he knew Hermione's reaction would be unbearable.
"Stop being such a selfish prat!" Hermione was apparently far past caring how childish it made her look when she slammed her heel into the floor with a loud THUMP. "Why don't you just let me help!"
"Why don't YOU just suck my cock!" It was perhaps the most immature rebuttal he could've made, but damn if it wasn't satisfying the way Hermione's face immediately went slack with shock.
He almost wished Colin Creevy were here so he could ask to borrow his camera.
"Would that work?" The question was so surprising, and the tone so wildly different from the conversation preceding it, that Harry's brain simply floundered, uncomprehending.
"I, uh… Huh?" In response to this devastatingly erudite answer, Hermione rolled her eyes with the same air of indulgent sufferance she used whenever he or Ron said something particularly stupid.
"If I sucked your-" she paused, her lips pursing at the thought of repeating his vulgar phrasing, "penis." She settled on the technical term. "Would that convince you you're not better off pushing everyone away and trying to handle things on your own?"
This time, Harry's brain processed the question just fine. When it came to thinking about how to answer, however, it swiftly discovered that all of its mental resources were suddenly detained by imagining a pair of soft red lips wrapped around its owner's lower head and looking down into a pair of brilliant brown eyes.
Not to mention the abrupt lack of the blood that should've been flowing in to keep it oxygenated.
"You- what? Hermione, I-" A series of responses were attempted, failed, and then abandoned.
Like a shark scenting blood in the water, Hermione pounced.
Taking a languid step forward, she placed herself well within Harry's space, highlighting the difference in their heights as her bright, chocolate-brown eyes gazed up at him with earnest innocence. He found himself paralysed, hypnotised, drawn in and enveloped by those eyes.
"I know you've been under a lot of stress recently, studies have shown that orgasm releases endorphins which help to fight stress." His body took a deep, almost frantic, breath, trying to draw in oxygen to feed his failing brain. Instead, he found himself suddenly drowning in the distinct mixture of parchment, ink, and some faint spice he couldn't hope to identify that his brain instantly classified as Hermione.
Something throbbed, straining so violently against the loose fabric of his robes that it almost brushed against Hermione's thigh. All he'd have to do was lean forward and he'd be able to feel her against him, they were standing so close.
Her eyes flicked down, coming back up to meet his a little darker, her pupils noticeably larger than they had been a moment earlier. The action sent another thrill of desire surging through him, that same something jumping as if trying to show off even if her gaze had already left it.
But the momentary respite from her hypnotic gaze was enough for his brain to restore at least basic function.
"It's a figure of speech, Hermione!" He gasped, trying and failing to sound exasperated as he looked away, unwilling to risk being ensnared by those eyes again. He made to step past her, to storm away across the compartment and gain a little distance from the abrupt intensity of her proximity.
She stepped in front of him, barring his path, forcing him to look at her again.
"I know that, Harry." Her voice was calm, level, but there was something new in it. A tone he'd never heard from her before, but one that the instincts and urges he normally did his best to ignore found intoxicating.
"Would it work?" There was nothing explicit about the repeated question, just a simple inquiry.
He wished she had said something provocative, something lewd he could've blushed or scoffed or laughed at to try and make it seem absurd. To make this situation the joke it should be. That it must be. To get her to crack, to laugh and roll her eyes before asking, in that far too shrewd way of hers, if he had really thought she would suggest something so lurid.
Instead, his brain cast about for something, anything, it could use to stall, to halt this train of insanity before another part of him made a decision he'd come to regret.
"What about Ron?" He asked, the words coming out low and husky.
"What about him?" Hermione's eyes flashed, danger adding a spark to the darkness steadily consuming them. "If Ronald has something he wishes to say to me he has a perfectly functional mouth with which to do so. I am not going to let worrying about how he may or may not feel dictate how I live my life if he can't be bothered to tell me about it."
"Ok, ok!" There was no need for Harry's brain to get involved this time, the need to assuage his friend's formidable ire already instinctual.
"Good." Something tapped against his leg, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt through his lower half so intense it almost felt like a physical chill.
Then something warm and soft brushed against his shaft, delicate fingers stroking the sensitive flesh and sending bolts of ecstasy burning down his length.
Looking down, he watched Hermione's hand ghost it's way up his cock, her grip tightening just below the head before stroking back down. Revealing the flushed head of his cock to the world, a dot of precum already gathering at its tip.
"Hermione!" He moaned, half from shock, half from pleasure. She paid the word no heed, already sinking to her knees in front of him. "What are you do-" the question cut off when her lips parted and enveloped the head of his cock.
It was hot. So hot. It was like he'd thrust his cock into a hot bath, but it was tight and soft and he could feel her tongue-Hermione's tongue-lapping at the base of his head.
"Oh fuck!" He groaned, his hands coming up to tangle themselves in his best friend's wild mane of hair as his hips bucked involuntarily.
The movement drove another few inches of his length into Hermione's mouth, and for a moment he felt the entrance to her throat tickling him before she gagged and pulled away.
Horrified, he released his grip on her hair, letting her pull back and gasp for air for a moment before looking up at him.
Her eyes were even darker now, only the faintest ring of brown still visible around her pupils. There was a thin line of spit connecting her lips to his twitching cock, and another leaking down from her swollen reddened lips. Her cheeks were flushed, although whether from exertion or arousal he couldn't tell.
"So," she grinned up at him wickedly, her tongue darting out to moisten her already shining lips. "Is that a yes?"
The question was punctuated with another languid stroke of his cock that had it twitching, precum now leaking freely from the head and slicking her hand when it came close enough.
"A yes?" He barely managed to force the question out through the haze of lust the brilliant young witch's touch had drowned him in.
"If I suck your cock," Hermione drawled the world with relish, teasing it with her tongue just as she had it's real-life counterpart. "Will you let us help you?" She pouted up at him, the fiery temptress suddenly gone, replaced by the sweet innocent friend he had always known.
"Will you please let me help you, Harry?" The innocent words should've been ruined by the way she nuzzled her face up against his cock, stroking it with her cheek like an affectionate cat and leaving a glistening streak of precum across her pretty features.
They weren't.
The sight of his beloved best friend doing something so lewd while earnestly begging to help him lit a fire in his chest hotter than dragon's breath.
His hands tangled themselves in her bushy brown hair once more, using it to drag her head back and away from his cock. Her eyes widened, uncertainty, confusion, and even a little hurt mingling with the desire that still raged there.
"Har-" she started to ask, but the word cut off when he lined himself up with her open mouth and thrust deep, pulling her head down onto his cock like a toy.
"Yes!" He snarled, both an answer to her question and an exaltation of the ecstasy of having her lips around him once more.
Hermione gagged, her throat convulsing around his cock as he held her in place against him. She shuddered against him, her eyes wide as they looked up into his, her face going even redder at the lack of oxygen.
Something like a whimper vibrated around his shaft, cutting through the lustful insanity that had seized him even as it made his dick twitch inside her throat.
With a groan, he pulled back and released his hold, drawing his cock from between her lips and letting her gasp for air once more.
"Ah!" Hermione gasped, sucking in a deep lungful of air. "Fuck, Harry." The words were something between a giggle and a moan.
Leaning forward, she lifted his cock up so it loomed over her face, her eyes peeking up at him from beneath.
"So eager! Just how long have you been dreaming about fucking your best friend's face like this?" Her tongue darted out, and she gave his length a long lick from base to head, moaning a little as she collected a fresh slick of precum from the tip.
Harry didn't even try to stifle his moan, grateful for an excuse not to admit that he had fantasised about such a thing once or twice.
This lack of answer didn't seem to bother Hermione, instead she shifted back on her haunches slightly, her hand stroking up and down his cock in quick eager jerks as she examined it from various angles.
"Merlin," she breathed, breaking from her inspection to meet his gaze once more, "how are you so fucking huge?"
The question pleased a primal part of him immensely, his dick pulsing in Hermione's hand as if preening at the implicit praise.
The motion made her already lascivious smile become downright debauched, "Oh, you like that?" She pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, her tongue coming out to lap against it like a particularly delicious treat.
She looked up at him through her lashes, her next words spoken with her lips still pressed against the head of his dick, "Do you like hearing your best friend talk about how big your long," she kissed it again, "thick," another kiss, longer and more passionate this time, "cock is?"
He throbbed even harder than before, sending a jet of precum spurting against her lips and into her mouth. Hermione moaned at the taste, not bothering to wait for an answer before plunging her mouth back onto his length. Her cheeks hollowed, the sudden suction threatening to tear the last failing scraps of his sanity out into her mouth along with yet another flood of precum.
"Hermione!" He moaned, too lost in pleasure to manage anything else. His hips bucked again, driving his cock down into the brunette succubus' sinful throat as if trying to reach the source of her wicked words.
This time it was Hermione who moaned, a shudder of ecstasy trembling through her kneeling form as he plundered her mouth once more.
It was all the approval he needed. With a growl, he started thrusting his hips against Hermione's kneeling face. Fucking her mouth with as much of his cock as he could force down her protesting throat.
The rough treatment drew shuddering moans from the brunette's abused throat, her own hips bucking in ecstasy with every savage thrust.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, something lustful and teasing like Hermione had before he took control again. But it was too much. Too good. He simply couldn't find the words through the pleasure knotting in his stomach and the pressure building in his balls.
"Hermione!" He gasped instead, "Fuck!" His body quivered, threatening to plunge over the edge into oblivion at any moment. "Gonna cum!" He hissed, holding the impending eruption back only through a supreme effort of will.
Immediately, Hermione pushed him back, sending him collapsing back onto the seat he had completely forgotten was behind him.
Before he had time to even catch his breath, she had her hands wrapped around his length, squeezing and massaging and twisting as they pumped him.
"Cum for me, Harry!" She begged, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face. "Give me all your hot sticky cum!"
It was too much.
The world burned away, sights and sounds fading away as his entire world condensed down to the sensation of his balls tightening and his cock pulsing as he fired shot after shot of his thick cum.
Through it all, he could dimly make out Hermione's face. He saw the first rope of his cum cover her cheek, the bottom just touching the corner of her mouth. Then she angled his cock up and he dimly felt the rest of his load landing against his shirt and legs.
When he finally came back to himself, which, in truth, could only have been a moment or two later. Hermione was already standing, her robes in considerably better order, but the line of his cum still standing out starkly across her face.
"Remember our deal, Harry." She gave him a smile that made the words seem as much a promise as a reminder.
Then she reached up, collected the cum from her cheek with a finger, and sucked it clean with a soft pop. It was enough to make his flagging cock twitch again, threatening to return to full hardness.
"You should probably clean up a bit before you come join the rest of us in our compartment." She winked, cleaned her face with a flick of her wand, and slipped out of the compartment. Closing the door behind her with a soft thunk.
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