# Hermione in leather

Sorrentomoon

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 19/01/2004
Last Updated: 19/01/2004
Status: Completed

This is a short ficlet that i started in the ristricted section that ren asked me to finish. WARNING: Very explicit smut

## 1. hermione

Harry's body lay prone on the living room floor. He didn't move. It had been more than 6 hours since his fiance had left him for another man and he was crushed. Hermione had watched over the passed few weeks as the couple collapsed. It was her time. She had to do something. Sitting on her bed in her room she slipped on the thigh high black leather boot. Her breasts swing forward and she slid her perfectly manacured finger along the seam to pull up the zipper. Gracefully she stood and slipped into the tight black leather thong. All that was left was the bodice. The cut was low in the front and laced between her breasts into a delightful bow that compleated the look. With a flick of her hair and a wink into the mirror Hermione moved out the door and into the lounge.

Harry didn't open his eyes as Hermione entered. Carefully she walked over beside him and tapped her right foot into his ribcage. “Harry. Get up!” She exclaimed harshly but with a hint of promise in her voice. He stirred and slowly raised his eyelids. Hermione bent low on her knees beside him. “You can't just lie there all day. Get up!” she said again

Harry lifted his neck a little off the floor to get a better look at Hermione. It was at that moment Hermione decided to get him up off the floor. Picking up her wand from the coffee table she whispered Wingardium Leveosa and flung a bewildered Harry into and upright position levitating a few inches from the floor. Slowly she walked around Harry. The years had been kind to him. The scar from Voldomorts first attack still showed upon his forehead and the gash on his leg from Malfoy during the Qudditch Final in seventh year was connecting two small moles on his upper thigh. Oh how Hermione wanted to trace that scar from mole to mole. Harry squirmed in mid air and watched Hermione stalk around him like a predator. She had a look of longing on her face. Like a tiger about to pounce.

“Let me down Hermione.”

“Let you what?”

“Let me down. I'm not in the mood.”

“Let me down I'm not in the mood” Hermione mimicked with a sarcastic laugh. “Will you ever be in the mood Harry?”

Harry was confused. What was she talking about? He had just broken up with Sarah. The girl he had been dating ever since leaving Hogwarts. Didn't he have the right to be moody and depressed?

“No Harry I won't let you down. Not until you get over yourself. She wasn't good enough for you. “

“You don't know that Hermione. I love her. We were getting married”

“She left you for Seamus.”

“I know…”

A heavy silence filled the air. “Harry you need to move on with your life. Your relationship has been on the rocks for months now you must have seen it.”

Harry dropped his gaze to the floor. Hermione moved to stand in front of him. She took hold of his chin in her hand and bought his eyes up to meet her.

“Don't ever feel ashamed of what happened to you Harry. You are a great, kind, caring and loyal friend.”

As if to emphasise the friend point she moved slightly closer and touched the buttons on the front of his shirt. Harry moved to hug her but with a flick of her wand chains appeared from the ceiling and floor capturing Harry's appendages and pulling them tight into the air. Spread like a star in the living room Harry looked stunned at Hermione.

“Harry I'm sick of you moping after other girls when I'm right here in front of you. Don't you find me attractive?

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Hermione intervened. With a deep breath she looked deep into his emerald green pools and tugged at the front of her bustier. The leather chord gave easily slowly she unlaced the front. Harry didn't know what to say. Hermione looked like a goddess as she unlaced the top with her long slender fingers. Slowly she travelled lower and lower until finally exposing her belly button. She looked down to pull the last thread out and carefully exposed the skin just above her leather panties. On the left hand side was a small tattoo of two H's linked together.

With a shrug Hermione let the bustier fall to the floor.

“Hermione I..”

Hermione moved within an inch Harry and whispered in his ear. “Do you find me attractive?”

Through the flimsy pants Harry had on Hermione knew she had achieved her goal.

“yes. I do find you attractive.” He uttered almost incoherently

Hermione moved away again and picked up her wand.

“Feeling a bit tight Harry? “ Hermione asked with a smile

Harry didn't have time to answer because with a flick of her wrist Harry's clothing disappeared.

Hermione then wiggled her thumbs through the leather straps on her g-string before bending over in front of him and sliding them down her thighs. Harry strained for some kind of movement. Hermione looked back up at him with a smile.

“Harry, do you like my boots?” Hermione asked. Harry looked over her body. Her hair fell low over her shoulders and the lamp light filtered through the auburn highlights as it flowed down to her well rounded bosom.

“Boots Harry. Not my Bust.”

“Y…Y …Yes Hermione I like your boots.“ Harry answered

“Good” said Hermione “I'll leave them on then.”

Harry was extremely aroused. He wiggled his erection up and down trying get a release. Hermione noticed this movement and knelt down in front of him. She looked up into Harry's eyes and gently placed her mouth over the tip of his erection. Her deep brown eyes reflected her enjoyment in his deep green ones. She flicked her tongue out around the tip and then took him deep into her throat. Harry moaned with pleasure and Hermione bought her hand up to stroke him. It wasn't long before her came. His hot seed flowed into her mouth and all over her face and chin. She licked out with her tongue and cleaned up every last drop.

“Hermione let me down please I want to show you how I feel.” Harry pleaded. His own pleasure was still coursing through his body but he wanted even needed to touch her.

Hermione smiled and walked back over to the coffee table. This wasn't over yet. Reclining back on the couch she positioned herself in front of Harry with her legs spread wide.

First she slid one finger down to her folds and rubbed lightly.

“Hermione please let me help you with that…”

Harry begged. But Hermione just smiled and dove her finger in deeper. Carefully she rubbed her clit in tiny circles and then inserted her fingers again. With a skill acquired over an adolescence spent pining for the one you love Hermione drew herself up into an incredible orgasm. Her pleasure squirted from her all over the couch and floor. Harry struggled against his bonds trying to taste and touch her. For the last time Hermione flicked her wrist and Harry dropped to the floor. Quickly he ran towards her and sunk himself deep within. They met each other in a thrashing of tongues and a frenzy of hands. his hips bucked against hers and with a wild grunting noise Harry claimed her for his own. Hermione followed within seconds and the two collapsed on the floor together.

Minuets passed and the new found couple caught their breath.

“Harry?” whispered Hermione.

“Yes monie?”

“Can I take my boots off now?”

“Yes monie but don't put them away just yet.”

END ;)