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traintracksTitle: Everything They Shouldn't Be
Author:traintracks
Pairing(s): Harry/Hermione, (Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x3
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harry100's 'home' and roozetter's "Dude, I want Harry/Hermione, adultery. I don't care who Harry and Hermione are paired with, I just want them together and justifying that it's ok because they've been friends with benefits since they were teenagers so it doesn't COUNT, you know?" although I didn't quite do that last stuff. It went all angsteh.
Warnings: adultery
Harry's hand slipped down her bare back onto her ass. Hermione shivered, her skin cool with sweat, thighs still sticky. Sometimes it took her a long time to perform the cleaning charm afterward. Longer and longer it seemed.
"When is he expecting you back home?" Harry asked. He knew not to say his name. Not like this.
"Soon," she said.
His thigh pressed between her legs, and she inhaled. She was sore. It had been hard and fast. The pressure was making her wet again.
"Is there time?" he asked. His hand found her mound and stroked gently, petting her.
"Not there," she told him and watched his eyes darken.
Hermione knew what Harry liked. They'd always been compatible that way.
Hermione knew what Ginny wouldn't do, and Hermione wished she didn't.
She turned her back and opened her legs, her cunt still throbbing. Harry slipped a finger into her ass; Hermione rose up on her knees to receive it. His tongue joined his finger, and she couldn't suppress the noise that came out of her. It sounded like distress but wasn't.
"Do it," she demanded, and Harry knelt behind her and starting pushing his cock up her ass slowly.
They always fucked with the curtains closed. They always met near night. Numerous spells were cast on the doors and walls. They took so many precautions, it was easy to forget this began with a shared drink, a laugh, an awkwardly tentative kiss.
It was hard to remember they were best friends.
As Harry plowed into her, his hands tender on her hips even as his thrusts sped up, Hermione closed her eyes and listened to their combined breaths until that was all that was left.
No husband. No wife. No guilt. No time.
Nothing but everything they shouldn't be.
Author:
traintracksPairing(s): Harry/Hermione, (Hermione/Ron, Harry/Ginny)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x3
Prompts:
harry100's 'home' and roozetter's "Dude, I want Harry/Hermione, adultery. I don't care who Harry and Hermione are paired with, I just want them together and justifying that it's ok because they've been friends with benefits since they were teenagers so it doesn't COUNT, you know?" although I didn't quite do that last stuff. It went all angsteh.Warnings: adultery
Harry's hand slipped down her bare back onto her ass. Hermione shivered, her skin cool with sweat, thighs still sticky. Sometimes it took her a long time to perform the cleaning charm afterward. Longer and longer it seemed.
"When is he expecting you back home?" Harry asked. He knew not to say his name. Not like this.
"Soon," she said.
His thigh pressed between her legs, and she inhaled. She was sore. It had been hard and fast. The pressure was making her wet again.
"Is there time?" he asked. His hand found her mound and stroked gently, petting her.
"Not there," she told him and watched his eyes darken.
Hermione knew what Harry liked. They'd always been compatible that way.
Hermione knew what Ginny wouldn't do, and Hermione wished she didn't.
She turned her back and opened her legs, her cunt still throbbing. Harry slipped a finger into her ass; Hermione rose up on her knees to receive it. His tongue joined his finger, and she couldn't suppress the noise that came out of her. It sounded like distress but wasn't.
"Do it," she demanded, and Harry knelt behind her and starting pushing his cock up her ass slowly.
They always fucked with the curtains closed. They always met near night. Numerous spells were cast on the doors and walls. They took so many precautions, it was easy to forget this began with a shared drink, a laugh, an awkwardly tentative kiss.
It was hard to remember they were best friends.
As Harry plowed into her, his hands tender on her hips even as his thrusts sped up, Hermione closed her eyes and listened to their combined breaths until that was all that was left.
No husband. No wife. No guilt. No time.
Nothing but everything they shouldn't be.
