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Fuck Her Gently

By: SomeRandomElephant



Pairings: Harry/HermoineRating: NC-17/X



Authors Note: This is just a quick, pointless, and plot-less piece of smut. It also happens to be my first attempt at writing some"erotica" as it were. So please review. Also, this is a one shot story.



Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and places related to Harry Potter are property of J. K. Rowling. No money was made off of this story. I think that about covers it.







No one noticed the pair of students slipping into the great hall at Hogwarts. This late at night, long after the farewell feast everyone, students and professors alike had all returned to their dorms and rooms to sleep. As such the pair entered the dim room and quickly made their way towards the head-table and to one seat in particular. As they reached the head-table, the moonlight shining through the windows illuminated the two revealing Harry Potter and Hermoine Granger.



They quickly made their way to the seat used by their most hated professor Severus Snape deciding that the best way to get revenge on the greasy git was to do what they had planned here in his own seat. Harry pulled Hermoine over and leaning her up against the head table he stepped up between her legs and began to kiss her passionately, sliding his hands up her thighs under her skirt and causing her to moan loudly into his mouth. His hands began stroking her thighs as she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. Soon Hermoine's hands were stroking Harry's chest as he divested her of her school clothes piece by piece placing gentle kisses on each newly exposed inch of skin.



Once this was done, Harry picked her up and placed her onto the head-table and worked hisway down her body stroking and kissing his way down to her aroused center. Feeling his warm breath on her center, Hermoine leaned back, and moaning in pleasure, wrapped her long slim legs over his shoulders and drew his head in while bracing herself with her hands on the table. This close the scent of her arousal was like an aphrodisiac to Harry and still stroking her thighs, he reached out with his tongue to taste her.



At the first touch of his tongue, Hermoine moaned loudly and reached out a hand to grab his hair, pulling him closer against her while grinding herself up against his tongue. Harry meanwhile, continued licking at her core with firm even strokes of his tongue as one of his hands came up to stroke her flat stomach just above the small triangle of hair above her nether lips. His other hand slowly slid up her side until it reached her breasts and began to stroke her right breast causing her to moan some more.



Harry quickly found her clit and decided to try something new. Working his tongue against her clit, he began reciting random tidbits of information against her clit in parcel-tongue, which caused her to scream his name loudly and nearly fall of the table as she came. However, he held on to her and continued his torture of her clit while she came repeatedly screaming his name. Finally, after drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible, he stopped and extracted his face from between her legs which slid weakly from his shoulders and stood up to find her laying back on the table half conscious with a sated look on her sweat soaked face.



Lying down on the table beside her, he asked one simple question. "Hermoine?" At hearing her name, Hermoine rolled over until she was lying on top of him and leaning down, moaned his name into his throat as she began to lick and kiss her way down his body. Finally, she reached her goal, stopping to reach out and grasp his erection. She studied it curiously from every pubic hair to every vein; she ran her fingers along the bulbous head spreading the pre-cum already flowing at the tip of his erection until finally he couldn't take the wait anymore.



"Hermoine" he uttered in a quiet, sultry voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Don't worry, it doesn't bite." She giggled at his comment and looked up at him with a raised brow and asmile on her puffy thoroughly kissed lips. Deciding on a little revenge for his earlier treatment of her clitoris she looked into his eyes and in her most annoying know-it-all voice answered. "Sorry Harry, I was just trying to decide how to fit this all in my mouth," and putting a questioning finger to her lips she continued. "Sadly, I can't seem to think of a way" she finished with a girlish pout on her lips.



She couldn't help but to laugh at the look on his face as she said this, and with a growl he reached up and slowly pulled her face down towards his hardness with a lusty "Well then, let me help you with that Moine" as her lips finally met his erection. She took his erection deeper, working at it with her hand, lips, and tongue. She drew it in and out stroking the head with her soft warm tongue and occasionally gently dragging her teeth up to the tip causing him to moan in pleasure and buck his hips.



While doing this, she used her free hand to gently cup his balls, feeling their weight in her hand as she continued to stroke his erection with ever increasing speed. Her heightened pace caused him to thread his fingers into her hair, stroking himself with her mouth as he came nearer and nearer to completion. Finally, after one long stroke she managed to take his entire erection into her mouth and throat with a pleased moan and continued stroking.



Through it all, Harry's hands had not left her head, and his moaning had increased its pace until finally he came with a strangled cry that echoed eerily around the great hall. Hermoine moaned pleasurably as she felt him pulse and swell inside her mouth as he came deep in her throat. Five spurts later, she gently began extracting herself from his penis, sucking clean the last of his cum and swallowing it with a contented moan. She looked up in time to see him fall back onto the table with a silly grin on his face as she straightened up to lie upon him, and began to play with his hair.



They remained that way for a little while with him resting, and her playing with his hair until finally Harry spoke. "Moine, ready for the next part?" he whispered in her ear sending a pleasurable tingle straight to her center. She answered with a simple nod, and so he quickly sat up and picking her up, he moved them over to Snape's chair where he sat with her in his lap. He slowly lined her opening up with his quickly reawakening erection, stroking the head of his penis against her nether lips for extra lubrication.



Looking into her eyes, he slowly brought her hips down as his erection spread her opening for the first time she let out a long drawn out moan until the tip of his penis reached her hymen and he stopped. He spoke one last time before taking what she offered him. A simple "I love you Moine" was the only thing he exclaimed and as she looked at him surprised, he thrust up quickly while pulling down on her hips breaking through her hymen swiftly and sinking into her all the way to the hilt. He stopped as she screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain and allowed her to adjust to this new intrusion into her body. He pulled her close to his chest and held her as she moaned, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness between her legs. Every movement she made was accompanied by a little mewl of pleasure and pain until finally the pain lessened and only the pleasure remained filling her and spreading a pleasant sensation of warmth starting from just under her stomach and spreading throughout her body.



She let him know it was ok to continue by grinding herself down against him, throwing her head back in pleasure only to find him sucking and kissing her throat. They swayed gently in the chair as he slowly drove in and out of her, marveling at the tight warm and wet sheath embracing his penis in a vice grip. He could feel every movement of her body from inside her as every move she made changed the depth and angle of his penetration.



He was so lost in the sensation that he almost missed what she was saying as she moaned in ecstasy. She kept repeating "Fuck me Harry, Fuck me Harry, ooh f-fuck meee" like a mantra; over and over again until finally he couldn't stand the slow sensual strokes he had been holding himself too, and with a growl, his hands dug into her hips and he drove himself into her hard grinding their pelvises together with every brutal stroke. Hermoine screamed in pleasure and renewed pain at the sudden abuse and leaning forward, bit down on his collar bone hard enough to draw blood as her fingers grasped at his back leaving deep red scratches up and down his back.



The room was filled with the sounds of rapid moaning breathing and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Harry hammered her with swift brutal strokes; their movement becoming so fast that the chair groaned under them dangerously rocking with the force of their movement. The scent of sex permeated the air as their combined juices soaked the chair, the floor, and their bodies.



Their pelvises grew sticky with their juices and finally after what felt like an eternity, Hermoine came hard. She threw her head back until she was bent almost backwards and screamed as she clamped down around him painfully. Harry lasted one final stroke that he drove all the way in until the tip of his penis brushed against her cervix and he came explosively into her womb coating it in his cum and drawing one final moan from Hermoine as she tried to regain her breath and they slumped back into the chair bonelessly.



They sat that way for a long time. Hermoine's head resting on his chest while he stroked her hair gently, neither fully conscious but just basking in the after-glow of their actions. Their deep breaths the only sound in the room. That is until a snide, greasy, and extremely angry voice whispered from behind the pair "And what exactly is this Potter, Granger. Perhaps my lucky day that you finally get expelled and I don't even have try to convince the headmaster to do so."



Shocked, the pair turned around swiftly only to find the leering face of...



THE END

Ending Notes: Well, there's my first attempt at writing a little pointless smut. It turned out a little longer than anticipated and I'm sure there's room for improvement. The title was borrowed from a Tenacious Dsong of the same name, and the idea of Harry using parcel-tongue on Hermoine came from a few other stories I've read so I can't take credit for that either. The setting and general idea for this story came from another fic I can't remember the name of but involved Harry and Hermoine doing it on every table in the great hall along with anumber of other public places.



Also, I will admit that I tried not to use some of the more common terms found in most of the "erotic" fan fiction I've read as some may have noticed. Also I'm sure most did not like the fact that not only is this aone shot story, but also a cliffhanger. A first for me in both cases. However, thanks for reading, and feel free to leave a review. Also, constructive criticism would be appreciated. And lastly for those that wish to flame me I have no problem with that though perhaps listing why you are doing so might make me take you seriously instead of simply ignoring you.



And of course I must give one last thanks to J. K. Rowling for creating such awonderful world though I'm sure she wouldn't be to thrilled with what I've just done with it.



Thank you all,

Signed: S.R.E