#wlw hermione

[drabsyo]

witches & style

[nickeverdeen]

Unspoken | Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Pairings: Hermione x reader (romantic), Ron x Hermione (one-sided interest), Hermione x Harry (platonic), reader x Ron (platonic), reader x Harry (platonically close), Ron x Harry (platonic)

Type of fic: Angst/Comfort, Light Comedy

Warnings: Jealousy, supressing feelings, one-sided crush, mention of a hickey, former secret relationship, a bit out of character at the end

Summary: Dating Hermione in secret is the least of your worries, but on the other hand Ron getting more and more touchy with Hermione suprisingly shot up to the top for some reason…

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The relationship between you and Hermione had been a closely guarded secret ever since your fourth year. Now, in your seventh year at Hogwarts, the two of you were still happily together—though no one knew about it. It wasn’t as though you had a problem with keeping things quiet; you respected Hermione’s need for privacy. She was cautious, not because she was ashamed, but because she wasn’t sure how people would react, especially her friends.

You didn’t mind. It had been three years, and you were happy to keep your love for each other just between the two of you. In fact, there was something sweet about the stolen moments in the library, the soft touches in the hallways when no one was looking, and the shared glances during classes. It was enough.

But recently, something had begun to bother you. Ron Weasley, one of Hermione’s closest friends, seemed to be taking more interest in her. And not just as a friend. He had always been close to Hermione, but lately, his touches lingered longer, and he made more time to be around her than usual. You’d catch him leaning in too closely during their study sessions or placing a hand on her shoulder in a way that made your stomach tighten.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Hermione. You knew how much she loved you, even if no one else did. But Ron’s presence was starting to make you feel… jealous. And what made it worse was that you couldn’t even say anything. To everyone else, Hermione and Ron were just good friends, and if you said something, you’d risk exposing your relationship.

One afternoon, when the tension became too much, you pulled Harry aside after class. He looked surprised when you asked if you could talk in private, but followed you without question.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Let’s say… hypothetically, you’re dating someone, but you’re keeping it secret. And there’s someone else—someone close to them—who seems to be getting a little too friendly. What would you do?”

Harry blinked, clearly confused. “Er… I’m not really sure. I mean, I haven’t exactly been experiencing this, so…”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Yeah, I know. It’s just—what would you do?”

He thought about it for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration. “Well, if it were me, I guess I’d just keep it to myself. You know, don’t make a big deal out of it. If it’s nothing, then no harm done, right?”

His words were meant to be reassuring, but they only made you feel worse. You thanked him quietly and walked away, feeling more confused than ever. Keeping quiet was exactly what you’d been doing for weeks, and it wasn’t helping.

Over the next few days, you found yourself distancing from Hermione. Whenever she and Ron were together, you’d make excuses to be somewhere else. You tried to focus on your own errands, burying yourself in schoolwork and other distractions, but it didn’t stop the gnawing feeling inside.

Hermione, being as sharp as ever, noticed your behavior almost immediately. She tried to ask you about it several times, but you always brushed it off with a smile. She wasn’t convinced.

During breakfast in the Great Hall one morning, Hermione’s worried gaze shifted between where you normally sit and Harry. She leaned in, her voice low. “Harry, what’s going on with Y/N? She’s been acting strange lately.”

Harry, still shoveling food into his mouth, paused and gave her a guilty look. “Uh… well, she pulled me aside the other day. She was asking what to do if you’re jealous of someone. I told her to keep quiet about it. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

The realization hit Hermione like a bolt of lightning. She quickly stood up, leaving the Great Hall without another word, her robes trailing behind her as she made her way out in search of you.

You were sitting by the Black Lake, staring out at the still water, your thoughts a tangled mess of worry and frustration. You hadn’t noticed Hermione approaching until she sat down beside you, her presence soft and careful, as though she didn’t want to startle you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You were too focused on the lake to look at her, but you could feel her gaze on you. It was Hermione who finally broke the silence.

“Harry told me what’s been bothering you,” she said gently, her voice full of concern. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling jealous?”

You winced inwardly. You didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to sound petty, but the look on her face told you she wouldn’t let it go. “I didn’t want to say anything because… well, it’s Ron. You two are such close friends, and I didn’t want to come across as possessive.”

Hermione frowned, reaching for your hand. “But you’re not being possessive. If something’s bothering you, I want to know. What Harry told you was stupid advice. We need to talk about these things, not keep them bottled up.”

You sighed, finally turning to look at her. “It’s just… sometimes, when I see him with you, I get this feeling that I can’t shake. I know you love me, but it’s hard not to feel a little jealous.”

Hermione’s expression softened, and she squeezed your hand. “Y/N, I do love you. And nothing between Ron and me will ever change that. You don’t need to worry about him.”

You hesitated, still unsure. “But he has feelings for you”

She shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Then that’s his problem. I love you.”

Your heart fluttered at her words, the weight on your chest lifting slightly. You smiled, feeling a bit foolish for doubting her.

Hermione leaned her head on your shoulder, her hand still holding yours. “And as for the whole ‘keeping things quiet’ thing… I don’t think I care about that anymore.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve always been so careful about it…”

She shushed you softly. “I’m sure.”

The two of you stayed by the lake for hours, talking and holding hands. By the time you returned to the castle, the weight of your jealousy had lifted, replaced by the warmth of Hermione’s reassurance.

As you both walked back into the Great Hall, Hermione casually reached for your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours. You shot her a look of surprise, and she just smiled back, a playful glint in her eyes.

As you passed Ron, Hermione took it a step further, tugging lightly on your collar to reveal a small, barely hidden hickey on your neck. Your eyes widened in shock, and you shot her a look, but she just smiled at you, clearly enjoying teasing you.

Ron’s eyes slowly widened as he looked between the two of you, the realization dawning on him. “Wait… you two are…?”

Hermione smiled innocently. “What gave it away?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the pieces finally clicked into place for Ron, and you felt lighter than you had in weeks. No more secrets. No more hiding. Just the two of you, together, for everyone to see.

[lionizingheathen]

HERMIONE GRANGER SMUT BUT MAKE IT LIKE GOOD LUCK BABE…. if you could pretty pretty please consider writing it 🧎‍♀️

Okay you've won me over this request might be my favorite one yet.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, angst, fingering, biting, top!Hermione, bottom!reader, breakup

This is the last time.

You gasped as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling Hermione's fingers deftly working between your thighs, curling to hit the perfect spot each and every time without any instruction as she left deep marks on your neck and shoulders.

This is the last time before I tell him yes.

It's her way of saying goodbye, giving you a mind blowing orgasm... But the two of you had had a thousand last times, and you doubted that this one would be any different. Within a week you had no doubt that your face would be buried between her soft, perfect thighs again, her fingers thrusting so quickly inside you that any coherent thought was far from possible.

"You were made for my fingers." She grunted in your ear, completely animalistic in comparison to how she normally spoke, how pristine her language could be. It made you shiver as you dug your nails into her smooth, warm skin, wrapping your legs around her waist.

You wanted her as close to you as she could be, you wanted to feel her skin on you for as long as humanly possible.

"Ha... Mmm... Harder..." Your voice didn't even sound like it belonged to you - too wanton and needy, but it was how it always sounded when Hermione was fucking ruining you.

"Need more?" You nodded before remembering that she wasn't looking at you.

Speak.

"Mhm! Close, so close... Just... Harder... Please..." You choked, and Hermione let out a dark chuckle, pushing up so that she could get a better angle, her hand roughly squeezing at your breast as she added a third finger, making you gasp as she quickened her movements, a slick sound accompanying each one.

"Perfect..." She leaned in, ghosting a kiss over your lips before she bit down on the lower one, pulling it between her teeth, leaving a pleasant sting behind when she let go. "You're gonna cum for me? Good girl, cum on my fingers... Cum... Please..." That did it, it sent you spiraling over the edge, the heat that had pooled in your stomach spreading over your entire body as you writhed beneath her, digging deep into her back before you bit down on her shoulder, just for a moment.

Nothing could distract from this release, shit...

"Fuckfuckfuck! Hermione! Yes!" The world was still spinning as she slid her fingers out of you carefully, murmuring praises as you laid flat on the bed, breathing heavily... It was criminal how good she was at that. "Merlin's beard..." You breathed, looking over to see her slipping her fingers between her lips.

"Mmm..." You covered your face, feeling it burn as your cunt throbbed... Fuck, you were ready to go all over again just from seeing how she savored you.

"Shit, that's always so hot." You groaned, and she pulled your face away from your hands, leaving slow, hot kisses on your cheek before she pulled back, grinning down at you with a warmth that you knew would be gone in a few minutes.

It never lasted long... Sex softened her, but once it was over she was back to her plans.

"You taste so good." She sighed, leaning down to kiss you once more, gently stroking over your cheekbone before she cleared her throat and turned away. "Merlin, I wish you could stay forever... But it's time for you to go." You nodded, gathering your clothing up but not putting it on right away.

Normally there wasn't this much haste.

"I'll send an owl-." You paused as she did, wanting to hear what she'd say.

"No, don't. We're done. This was the last time, remember?" She said and you frowned, shaking your head before letting out a chuckle and crossing your legs... This wasn't your bed, it was hers, you should start dressing...

But starting to dress felt like accepting that it was possibly really over this time, and you didn't want that.

"Right, I'll see you next time, Hermione." You said, hoping that that would get through to her to remind her that there was never really an over with you two.

Instead, she just sort of looked over her shoulder, not even giving you the courtesy to fully turn around.

"Y/N." Your heart plummeted.

You knew that tone.

"What?" You asked, watching as she got dressed without even facing you, a new habit she'd picked up over the year. Before she'd let you help her, she'd kiss your hands as you straightened out her collars or she'd smile at you as you buttoned her pants... Now there was no warmth.

There was nothing.

You were in love, she wasn't.

"This was actually the end. I hope you know that." Hermione said carefully, and you sighed, pulling your pants back over your hips as your heart twinged in spite of yourself... You knew what she meant by that, she'd always been very clear that she had her life laid out a certain way, and she didn't like when things strayed from her plan.

You were the stray in her plan. This was the run in her previable fabric.

"What do you mean?" You asked, already knowing what she was going to say, but needing to hear it for yourself no matter how painful it was.

"I mean that I'm going to marry a man... I'm going to tell Ron yes on Monday, that I do want to be more than friends, that I'd love to be his wife, and that's just the truth of it." You grimaced, looking away from her as you felt her warm hand on your thigh, like she was trying to comfort you despite speaking to you like you were something that she could simply throw away. "Can you imagine the fuss if the Minister of Magic was married to a woman?" She asked, and the way she said it told you that she found it to be ridiculous, but you didn't.

Being married to Hermione would be heavenly... You dreamed about it quite often.

"I can imagine that we'd make a hot Minister couple... I can't imagine much else." You mumbled, and she sighed, shaking her head like you'd agreed with her despite doing the opposite.

She'd always been good at hearing what she wanted to hear.

"Exactly." No. I'm not on your side in this. "I'm already breaking molds left and right, I don't need to have another thing setting me apart from the lot, love." You frowned, wanting to prove her wrong, wanting to hear her say that she was kidding, that this was a cosmic fucking joke.

How could she make you fall in love and then leave you like it was nothing when you didn't fit her plan?

"But we have fun together." It sounded pitiful leaving your lips, but it was the best you could do right now and it was something that Hermione couldn't explain away.

She nodded, which gave you some comfort - at least you knew that you hadn't imagined that.

"We do." Then why not keep having fun. "But that's all it is. Fun." You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

No, because she hated when you talked to other girls, she got nervous when you seemed like you were over her... Why do all that just to leave you now?

"You were jealous when I was talking to Ginny the other day, you-." She cut you off, looking at you like you were crazy... But you weren't crazy, she'd been acting like a jealous girlfriend.

Part of you almost had forgotten that you weren't in love.

"Overreacted." You winced, looking away from her with a heavy heart. You recognized the look in her eyes, she was looking at you like you were a project that she'd completed, something that she could put away and never think of again. This really was her end. "I'm going to be someone's wife someday, but it won't be you." Fuck, did she have to say it like that? Did she have to make it sound like you weren't even human?

Sometimes you admired how well she could move on, and other times, this time, it felt like she was jamming a hot knife into your chest.

"You'll still think of me then." You said, and part of you was hoping that she would admit that she would - it was wishful thinking, if anyone could forget, it would probably be her.

Hermione would cast a spell on herself to forget you if she had to, she'd told you that late one night, tangled in your sheets after a particularly productive session... You'd laughed then, but it was clear now that it was no joke.

"I won't." ouch. "I can compartmentalize quite well." Yeah. Lethally well, you knew that.

You pulled in a shaky breath, looking at her with tears clouding your vision.

If she wanted to be like this, you could be cold right back.

"Trust me, you will." Your tone came out clipped, angry, and you saw the mask slip for a second, and the gentle woman that you'd fallen for all those moons ago was there - for a split second, it wasn't Minister-to-be Hermione Granger, it was Mione, the girl who'd spent days tutoring you in Transfiguration so that you'd pass your final year at Hogwarts, the girl who used to memorize your favorite things from Hogsmeade and surprise you with them just because... The girl who used to pull you down corridors for a quick, secret kiss... And then she was gone. And Hermione Granger remained. "And when you do, don't come crying to me with the time that you've wasted with him... I wish you the best of luck with your plan that I have no part in." You snapped, your eyes brimming with tears as you pulled your jacket over your shoulders, apparating away from her flat as quickly as you could.

[elevennnnnn]

Bites and Stabs

It's just a little flirtation between a couple.

[plscallmeeren]

D O M I N A N T D R U N K

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: Hermione discovers a new side of herself when drunk (she and fem reader have been dating for a while now)

Warnings: Swearing; fingering, oral (f receiving), alcohol, drunk sex

Word Count: 1.7K+

Harry and Ron watched their best friend tip yet another fire whiskey down her throat. The sixth, to be exact. They nodded pitifully when she stumbled toward the cupboard to find another drink, exchanging worried glances.

"You realise she's a total lightweight," Ron whispered to Harry, brows furrowing as she tipped the golden liquid into her glass. "You reckon this is because of her potions exam?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't know how to stop her." Hermione had spent the entire evening rambling on about how badly her potions final had been and that she would probably fail. (Harry and Ron highly doubted this, considering her worst marks were some of their best, but that wasn't a very favoured argument.)

"Hey, 'Mione," Ron called timidly, catching her attention after the second attempt. "You think that should be your last glass, maybe? Yeah? It's just a bit much for someone your size-"

"Shut up, Ronald," she interrupted, throwing her head back so that brown curls cascaded down her back. "It's not even midnight!"

"That's true," Harry joined in for the sake of solidarity, "but that doesn't have much to do with how sloshed you are-"

"Really, Harry. If you were drunk, too, you wouldn't care."

"Maybe we should go find (y/n), she could probably-"

"(Y/n)?" Hermione perked up. "Is she here?"

"No, but we could bring her-"

"She's so hot," Hermione drawled. Harry and Ron looked at each other in horror. "The way we shag... you have no idea. She can be really rough or really sweet..."

"What's protocol is situations like these?"

"I'm just hoping this situation will never happen again. It's a miracle Seamus and Dean haven't walked in yet-"

"Bloody hell!"

Hermione was struggling with the buttons of her shirt, but judging by murmurs of 'far too warm in here' the objective was to remove it.

"Okay, that's it. Keep your shirt on for a second and we'll take you to your girlfriend," Harry said firmly, but before he or Ron could stand up, she had rushed out the door and was giggling all the way down the stairs, almost crashing into the armchair near the archway.

"Bloody hell," Ron repeated.

"Oh, shut up."

You were sitting peacefully in the common room on the big couch by the fire, studying for herbology, when Hermione burst past Fred and George - mercifully, the only other two there - to sit down on your lap, careful notes be damned.

"Hello, love. What..." She pressed her lips to yours and you could have tasted the alcohol from her lips alone. "Since when do you drink more than one glass?"

"Since I'm stupid," she moaned, collapsing into you as her friends (and the twins) watched from afar. "I'm stupid and I'll fail and..."

"I don't know what draught you've been fed, but that's not true. I'll give you evidence of it in the morning - even if it takes a visit to every professor. Okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled, and you noticed she was doing kitten licks against the side of your neck. "I need you to fuck me."

You hesitated only a second, catching Harry's eye and nodding for them to leave. They scurried away gratefully. "I can't to that, love. You're drunk."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"So... you don't think I'm hot?" She undid another button or two teasingly until you nodded, laughing.

"Very."

"Then take me to your room."

"I have roommates."

"Then let's go to the prefects' bathroom."

You stared at her for a moment before giving in. Maybe if you gave her such a hard time asking exactly what she wanted, she would give up. You closed her shirt again with nimble fingers, making Hermione groan while Fred and George smirked from the opposite end of the room.

She dragged you by the hand, which led to you half-holding her upright when the lull of her steps overwhelmed her enthusiasm, until you finally reached the bathroom. Fortunately, Hermione could still remember the password in her drunken state. She locked the door behind you.

"What now?" you asked softly, resting your hands on her love handles. She crooned, humming as she considered.

It was strange seeing her this way - even when she was entirely distracted from reality, even when you were fucking her raw, she always had some form of composure. Not like now, where she mumbled every thought that came to her and slumped against your body for support.

"Fuck me. Please."

"I don't know. Too vague. Tell me exactly what to do."

She pondered this for a moment. "So... I'm in control?"

"Yes, I suppose. I'll do every little thing you ask. How does that sound?"

Hermione grinned. "Take off my shirt."

"Whatever you desire," you smiled, working the buttons in quick succession before pulling off the white clothing. She leaned into you, pressing the lace of her bra against your own t-shirt.

"Undress."

You pulled off the band tee and old sweats nonchalantly, followed by your boxers. Hermione ran her hands over your skin in wonder, as if it were the first time she could touch the planes of your body.

"My skirt. And stockings."

"What about them?"

"Get rid of them. And my bra. Take it all away."

"Yes, ma'am."

You unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her legs with the adjacent stockings and pulling them away from her feet one by one. The clasp behind her bra was easy, and you tried not to stare at her breasts like a child at a toy. Her nipples were perked, though, and some stretch lines reached from under each one, showing you that she had grown larger.

"You forgot my panties."

"You didn't ask."

In her impatience, she pulled them off herself, but from then on she didn't forget any details. "Kneel in front of me," she ordered, backing against a wall.

"Yes, ma'am," you smirked. Morally, you should have stopped there - earlier, even - but it was impossible. Not when you were now at eye level with her pussy, thighs sticky with juices.

"Put your tongue on my clit and move it in vertical ellipses." You obeyed, laughing against her at the absurd smarts in her language. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips into your face as her fingers scraped the walls for hold.

"Faster," she commanded, though she was getting dizzy from the stimulation. "Faster, faster, more."

You couldn't help yourself, digging your fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, just like she had told you to in the past. She was so soft - unbearably so - and your hands slipped down to her thighs, gripping them to keep her steady.

She mewled as her hips rolled over your face harshly. "Go on," she groaned when you pulled away a moment for air. You lay your tongue flat on her pussy before resuming, teasing her.

Hermione whined, spasming. It took you a moment to realise that she had already come, and that she couldn't stand during the sensation.

You fell back against the cold tile, letting her slide along your body until she sat almost on your chest. "Have you ever come that fast? I didn't know people could come that fast."

"Neither did I," Hermione admitted shyly. You were about to suggest sitting up, but to your amazement she was moving back and forth over your torso, legs spread. She was humping you.

"Hermione," you managed, watching in near fascination as she continued, head thrown back as moans and whines fell from her lips, a symphony of pornographic sounds. "Your cunt is still swollen from..."

"I know. Be quiet." You didn't find it in you to deny her, so you just watched. She was getting louder and louder. If you hadn't known better, you would have guessed she was in pain.

"Fuck, 'Mione," you groaned, back arching intuitively to get further inside her. "You're doing things to me."

But she didn't answer, lost in her own world. You were tempted to... "Can I touch myself?"

She nodded - or so you hoped - because the second you reached for yourself, both of you were making enough noise to drain out the slick squelching of her against your skin.

"Fingers," Hermione panted, placing a hand over your mouth, "put three inside of me."

"Three?" you asked, crazed. "You've got the tightest cunt-"

"Just do it," she said certainly, hand securing itself around your throat. "I command it."

Lightheaded from lack of air, you pulled your hand from yourself to her pussy, offering. She reluctantly rolled off you, splayed out on the white floor, waiting.

You took a deep breath, then plunged three fingers into her folds.

She screamed - or something like it - but before you could pull out she grabbed your wrist, pushing you inside again, as far as it would go.

"Again, again, again."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted, forcing your digits into her even though her vagina rejected them and she wailed.

"Faster."

You could feel the sweat tumbling down your back from the effort, but you sped in and out of her cunt with brute force. You spared a glance at her and almost came; she was spread across the tile floor, thighs completely wet, body shaking, convulsing in attempts to get you further in.

"Come. Come with me," she squealed, so narrow around your fingers you couldn't enter. Your thumb took over; rushed circles clumsily drawn over her clit. Her hands groped you until they found your shoulders, fingernails digging into your back painfully. Her eyes rolled backc head lifting.

"Fuck!"

She came, and a moment later so did you. You collapsed next to her, chest rising and falling quickly.

"One more round," she panted. Had you misheard? You suddenly remembered she was still intoxicated.

"You're a dominant drunk," you mused. "Who would have thought."

"Now," she ordered.

"'Mione, I don't know if-"

"Do as I say," she insisted, sounding almost bratty but definitely enjoying the control.

"Yes, ma'am," you panted, sitting up.

"Do you know that spell for your wand? You know the one."

"Yeah, I do."

[wil-twelve]

@elevennnnnn I love that you love this.

[renardrdl]

[hannah08]

I have nearly finished “those gilded chains we wear” and I can understand how the fic started the Bellamione ship as a whole. The fic is honestly a piece of fiction and, though Bellatrix and Hermione will never be my favourite ship, I will continue to go back to it.

It’s rare to find a fic that’s this well written and although I’m sad it’s incomplete, I am so happy we have 300k words of the authors beautiful writing.

Overall, I think that I’d recommend this fic to anyone who likes Harry Potter and wlw even if you don’t ship Bellatrix and Hermione. It starts out rough so you have to stay with it but trust me it’s worth it. It’s so well written and the characterisation is amazing. Feeling the pain of the characters as well as the growth is lovely to see too.

10/10 honestly.

[casntz]

love me all over again

pairing: hermione granger x fem!reader

summary: the reader forgot everything about hermione due to a car accident, so hermione is determined to make the reader fall in love with her all over again

warning/s: angst, bad writing, curses, no voldy, super slow burn, modern times

a/n: writing this while reviewing for an exam.

"Hermione, darling, come and let's greet the new neighbors!" Hermione groaned because of the request from her mother. She usually loved welcoming new neighbors to their neighborhood, telling what they should do here, give them some fun facts about the town, and even help them move in, but all of that stopped when you moved. She can't even go outside without reminiscing about you, all she could do is read, cook, play with crookshanks, and sleep.

She doesn't want to, but she needed to since her mom is already asking it and she doesn't want to disappoint her mother. "Coming Mom!" She walked out of her room and come downstairs that's greeted by her cat and the smell of her mom's apple pie. Hermione tied her hair into a pony tail and bought the pie.

Her mother knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it. Hermione groaned internally and complaining in her mind to when is this gonna end, she just want to lay down and just watch the show that she's been binge-watching last week ago. "Stand up straight, Hermione. Don't slouch." and on cue the door opened, a middle-aged woman answered the door.

Hermione looks at her appearance---brown hair, dark brown eyes, a few wrinkles here and there, high cheekbones, thick lips, and a perfect smile---. Hermione judge her, yet kept a welcoming smile as she handed the pie to the woman.

"Welcome to Woodpine" Hermione said as she handed the pie.

"Thank you for the pie and the welcoming! I don't have anything to give you though" The woman said as she let the two inside of their home.

Hermione sat down on the couch as both woman chat about anything. "Oh, Hermione dear, you can go upstairs and chat up with Y/N" Hermione looked up at the mother and comprehend if she heard that name right.

Y/N? as in Y/N Y/L/N?

her greatest love?

here? in woodpine?

That would be funny if so. "By the way deary, she doesn't remember much since she has that accident of hers, so can you please be careful with her?" Hermione nodded and head upstairs quietly.

Hermione headed towards the room that Mrs. Y/L/N told her where to. She knocked three times before someone asked her to come in, as she walks inside she froze on her place when she saw who it was.

"Y/N?" Hermione asks.

The girl looks up with a questioning look, "You're not my Mom" she said. Y/N sat up from her bed and signals the girl to close her door and come in.

"Yeah, uhm I'm you're new neighbor and your Mom asked me to go here to keep you company" Y/N nodded and let Hermione sat beside her.

The silence was deafening for Hermione since she's the only one that has any remembrance between the two of them. As for Y/N she's just sitting there quietly watching videos from her phone, while Hermione was on the verge of crying 'cause the love of her life doesn't even remember her.

"So what's your name?, stranger" Y/N asked as she powers off her phone.

Hermione looks at her and took her time to appreciate her ex-lover's appearance. Her face matured throughout the years---she doesn't have that baby face anymore, she looks more masculine, her eyes got more lighter brown unlike her mother's, her hair has dark blue highlights, her freckles was twice as much than before, and lastly the scar from her eyebrows to her forehead.--- Hermione looked away quickly as she noticed that she was staring at the older girl for a while.

"My name's Hermione Granger, you can just call me mione" she said as she can't maintain eye contact with the girl.

Y/N laughs at Hermione's reaction and sat up straight "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, you can call me anything you want honestly" Y/N reached for Hermione's hand to shake.

"Nice meeting you, Granger" Y/N smiles, while for Hermione she smiled forcibly.

She wanted to cry on the spot, she wanted to scream, she wanted to punch someone, but she can't.

She knows everything about this person, but she's not sure anymore if they're still the same.

her favorite color

favorite food

favorite movie

favorite hobby

and favorite spot to just look under the stars.

Hermione doesn't even know if she still likes watching the stars.

It's like meeting for the first time all over again.

and yet she'll take her time to know

and love her all over again.

[fleurmioneweek]

🚨ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL FLEURMIONE WEEK🚨

Hello friends! Grab your tunics, fill your goblets, and bring your plates 🍽️ because it is that time of the year again! Creators, this is your one week reminder for Fleurmione Week. Don't panic (or do!) 😉

Everyone else, free your schedules for a week of absolute bacchanal content devouring. 🍻Can't wait to see what masterpieces this fandom comes up with this year. See you all real soon!

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[drabsyo]

some best friends, some longing

[nickeverdeen]

Subtle Loyalty | Hermione Granger x Hufflepuff!fem!reader

Pairings: Hermione x reader (romantic), Ron x Hermione (one-sided love), Ron x reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Tension, Comfort

Warnings: Secret relationship, one-sided love

Summary: Being in a relationship with Hermione Granger is great and keeping it silent ‘cause she’s not ready is not a problem for you, but due to keeping it silent Ron thinks he might shoot his shot as he always liked Hermione

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The Hufflepuff common room was alive with its usual warmth and coziness, a stark contrast to the long, grueling day everyone had endured. The fire crackled gently, throwing golden light across the space, and a faint scent of baked goods lingered in the air. You sat cross-legged on the floor with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. It had become a tradition for the four of you to unwind together whenever the days got particularly overwhelming.

Hermione sat close to you, her legs tucked under her, her curls falling over her shoulder as she listened intently to Harry’s retelling of an encounter with Peeves earlier that day. You were perched beside her, nodding as Harry spoke and occasionally chiming in with cheerful commentary.

“You should’ve seen his face,” Harry said, laughing. “I swear Peeves didn’t know what hit him when McGonagall showed up.”

“Well, Peeves rarely learns his lesson,” Hermione said with a small smile, her gaze flicking to you as if checking to see if you were still paying attention. Of course, you were, beaming back at her with your usual brightness.

The moment was interrupted when one of your housemates, Sophie, poked her head in. “Hey, Y/N? Sorry to bother you, but… can you help? The jam jar won’t open again, and you’re the only one who can manage it.”

You grinned, standing up with a smile. “Sure, be right back.” You gave Hermione a quick, reassuring glance before walking off, leaving her with Harry and Ron.

As you left, the atmosphere in the room shifted ever so slightly. Ron, who had been stealing subtle glances at Hermione all evening, took your absence as an opportunity.

“So, Hermione,” he started, shifting closer to her on the couch. “You’ve been spending a lot of time here lately. Not that I’m complaining.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed slightly. “It’s nice here,” she replied neutrally, scooting just a bit away from him.

Undeterred, Ron leaned his elbow on the back of the couch, his body language casual but his intent clear. “It’s nice having you around. You know, just us sometimes.”

Several nearby Hufflepuffs exchanged wary glances. A couple of them—who were privy to your relationship with Hermione—visibly tensed. They knew how much you adored Hermione, how you wore your heart on your sleeve for her, and they were protective of you in a way that only Hufflepuffs could be.

Hermione, feeling their eyes on her, glanced around the room nervously. She wasn’t interested in Ron—not in that way—and she certainly didn’t want you walking back in and misinterpreting the situation.

Just as Ron was about to say something else, the door creaked open, and you returned, the infamous jar of jam in hand, a proud smile on your face. “Mission accomplished!”

Your eyes flicked to Hermione and Ron, who had stiffened at your reappearance. You tilted your head slightly but didn’t let your smile falter. Whatever had been going on, it didn’t faze you. You trusted Hermione implicitly.

Hermione, however, seemed worried. She quickly slid off the couch and moved to your side, her hand brushing yours in a subtle, grounding gesture.

Ron, catching the way Hermione naturally gravitated toward you, finally seemed to piece things together. He leaned back into the couch, his face falling slightly as realization dawned on him.

One of the Hufflepuffs closest to you, Sophie, gave you a knowing smile, clearly relieved at how effortlessly you diffused the situation.

As Hermione stood close to you, you nudged her gently with your shoulder, leaning in to whisper, “You okay?”

She nodded, her brown eyes softening as she met your gaze. “I’m fine,” she replied. “Thank you, for not making a big deal out of it.”

You grinned. “Of course. I know you’ve got good taste.”

Hermione let out a soft laugh, the tension melting from her shoulders. She placed a hand on your arm, leading you back to the couch. Whatever awkwardness lingered quickly dissipated as the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, though Ron remained notably quieter than usual.

As the evening went on, you caught Hermione’s gaze several times. Each time, her eyes held an unspoken gratitude, her affection for you clear in the small, private smiles she reserved only for you.

Later that night, as you walked Hermione back to her dormitorie, Hermione slipped her hand into yours. The halls were quiet, and no one was around to see, but the gesture still felt significant.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” she murmured.

You looked at her, a bit puzzled. “For opening the jam jar?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “For everything.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you squeezed her hand gently. “Take all the time you need, Hermione. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her smile was soft but radiant as she leaned in, brushing her lips against your cheek. For a moment, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in quiet comfort.

[lionizingheathen]

Let it be me - H.G.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Eating your best friend Hermione out for the first time.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, oral sex, fingering, nipple play

Smut under cut

Being best friends with someone as gorgeous as Hermione Granger was not for the weak, it’d turned you into a fucking freak, all you could think about was getting on your knees and spreading her thighs, hearing her whimper as she tugged on your hair… These fantasies were fine in your bedroom where you could simply get yourself off, but you were in her living room, there was nowhere to go…

And she was sitting with her legs open in the cutest sleep shorts you’d ever seen in your life, and all you could think of was pulling them off her hips and burying your tongue deep inside you.  You clenched your fingers on your pants, clearing your throat.

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Hermione." You asked, looking over at her as a slight smile twitched on her lips, her eyebrow flitting up… Fuck, there was something so sexy about the way that she just existed, it made you want her in the filthiest ways possible, as wrong as it really was. She was your best friend, if you had any tact or patience left, you’d probably abandon ship right now… But you didn’t have an ounce left.

"Y/N." She said, still not looking up from her book. You licked your lips, swallowing on a dry throat as you shifted closer, reaching out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear as your heart pounded in your chest, begging you to give up.

But you couldn't.

“Could I eat you out?” You asked, watching as Hermione's eyes widened, her book falling from her hands as she looked over at you, shocked. God, you wanted to back pedal so hard, but you were too far gone already, it was now or never

Hopefully it wouldn't ruin your friendship, that would destroy you.

“Huh?” Her voice was high and nervous as she said that, making you laugh as you leaned a little closer, noticing that she seemed intrigued, which was a good sign.

“I… Really don’t think I slipped up my words, I think I just asked if I could eat you out.” You traced a finger down her cheek before she brought a hand up to cover yours, looking over at you nervously.

“Do you want to?” She asked, and you nodded quickly.

Obviously, you wouldn't have asked if you didn't want to.

“Fuck yes.” You leaned closer, pressing a kiss below her ear before you spoke into it, noting how her breath caught in her throat. “I’ve been wondering how you taste all fucking night.” She pushed your face away, shaking her head as she did.

Shit. You were ready to take it all back, but then you noticed the little bit of a smile on her face.

“Did someone slip you veritaserum?” Hermione asked, sounding breathless as you chuckled, shaking your head, your hand sliding on her thigh... You weren't sure who would be slipping you veritaserum in her living room, but you could humor her.

“No, I’m just trying to be bold because the nice, slow approach wasn’t getting me anywhere.” You stopped your fingers just shy of her cunt, looking at her for any sort of indication. “Can I?” You asked and she sighed, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs.

You withdrew your hand, not wanting to overstep a boundary, but she was quick to grab your wrist and put it back, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“No one’s ever… Done that with me before.” Oh. “I mean, I haven’t let anyone, I’ve had people ask but I always got nervous.” She said, and you nodded, resting your forehead on her upper back as you traced patters on her upper thigh.

You didn't care if no one else ever had, you just wanted to know if you could be the first.

“Listen, if you’re not comfortable then I won’t push, but if you want it and you’re okay with it being me, I’d love to be the first face you’ve ever cum on.” You said, smiling at the way that she whimpered, covering her face with her hands before she bent fully over again, seeming both embarrassed and a little turned on.

A little turned on was what you were hoping for... You didn't wanna freak her out.

“Merlin, that makes me sound lame… I’m thirty and I’ve never had anyone go down on me.” She said, her voice muffled by her hands, but all you did was shrug.

Sex wasn't a race; everyone could go at their own pace.

“So?”  You lifted her head, placing a hand on her cheek as you stared into her deep brown eyes, your heart catching in your chest... All of the good things in the world were behind those eyes, you were sure of it. “You’re also high ranking in the Ministry… You’ve had other priorities, that’s okay.”  She smiled, pressing her face into your hand as you cleared your throat... Okay... Okay, you could do this. “But I can also catch you up on that milestone right now, if you want.” You offered, and for a terrifying moment, she said nothing and then she looked away from you, neither of those being the things that you were hoping for.

“I…”  Her mouth opened and closed before she cleared her throat, looking at you nervously, her leg bouncing. “What if I taste weird?” You chuckled, shaking your head. If she did, that was no big deal, but you had pretty good faith that she was going to taste as good as she looked.

“You won’t.” You said, and she grimaced, shaking her head, clearly too lost in her own thoughts to listen to you.

“What if I do?” You gripped her chin, making her look you in the eyes, noting how she gasped and how her vision trained down on your lips.

Cute.

“You won’t.” You let out a shaky sigh, cupping her face once more. “Please, Hermione…” You slid down to your knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact as her eyes widened. “Please.” She bit back a moan, shaking her head as if she was in a trance before she looked up at the ceiling, puffing out her cheeks.

Just go for it, baby.

“Fuck… You… Look really good on your knees I never needed to know just how good you look on your knees…” Hermione gasped, and you chuckled, spreading her legs a little bit so that you could come between them, slipping your hands up her stomach, bunching her shirt up a bit as you rested your chin against her upper stomach.

“I’m begging you, Hermione.”  You pressed a kiss there. “Please.” She gasped heavily before nodding.

Fuck yes.

"Okay… Fine, okay.” You leaned up, pressing a kiss to her lips, swallowing her gasp as she tugged lightly at your hair, legs closing around you instinctually. “Mmm…” You pulled back, grinning at her.

"Figured starting with a kiss would be good-.”  She had a determined look as she pulled you in again, slipping her tongue between your lips, making you shiver. “Mmm…” You kissed down the side of her neck, hands slipping under her top to cup her breasts so that you could tug at her nipples harshly, feeling something in you release.

This was heavenly.

"Ha… Ohmygod… Fuck… Take my top off.” She gasped, and you nodded, pulling back to pull her top over her head, your mouth dropping open at the smooth, dark skin that was slowly exposed. You stared at her breasts, squeezing them in your hands, rolling her nipples between your fingers as you squirmed.

You wanted her forever.

"Jesus Christ…” You mumbled, and Hermione cleared her throat, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed.

“Stop staring.” You shook your head.

How the fuck were you supposed to look away from someone who was the definition of beauty.

“I can’t help it… I’m in awe of you.” You said, and Hermione shook her head, frowning.

"Stop..." You bent down, pulling a nipple between your teeth as she gasped, high and needy.

"No." You mumbled against her skin, your hands travelling lower to shuck her pajama shorts off. "I won't." You said firmly, pulling back to nudge her thighs open, your breath catching in your throat.

She was so wet, needy, and spread out for you.

"Fuck..." She whined, making you look her in the eyes... She was desperate, needy... Shy.

You sighed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"You're so wet." You pulled back, looking down as you did... You just couldn't take your eyes away from her. "Already so wet." You mumbled, tracing your fingers over her cunt, watching as they came away glistening even though you hardly even touched her...

Shit, this was gonna be so fucking good.

"Always am around you." Hermione mumbled, and you smirked, raising an eyebrow as you looked away from her cunt and back to her face.

"Is that so?" You asked, and she rolled her eyes, pushing your face away as your hand inched lower.

You wanted to be inside her.

"Get that look off your face, come on... Oh.... Fuck..." Hermione gasped, and you looked down, your own mouth dropping open when you realized that she'd taken your fingers so quickly that you'd hardly even been able to process it... She was so warm.

And so fucking wet. You slid your fingers out of her before slamming them back in, loving the gasp that came from her and the wet sound it made with each thrust.

This was heaven.

"Sorry, couldn't resist... You took my fingers like they were nothing." You breathed, ghosting a kiss over her lips as she whimpered, cupping your face to give you a serious look.

"Curl them." She said, and you furrowed your brows... You were almost sure that she meant for you to curl your fingers, but your brain was working at like... Maybe half of its normal power right now.

"Huh?"

"Curl them... And use your damn tongue." She groaned, her head hanging back on the couch as she spread her legs further, bringing her free hand behind your head to push your face between them, making you gasp into her cunt, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, the taste.

"Mmmph..." You groaned, sliding your tongue over her as you sighed, looping your free arm around her lower back as you nodded, curling your fingers deep inside of her, hearing her whimper as she ground on your face, a heavenly feeling that you were sure that no one would ever be able to replicate. "Taste so good." You mumbled, hearing Hermione let out a high whine.

"Holy fuck... Yes, yes just like that, please."

"So polite-." She tugged your hair hard, pulling you back in in the sexiest most non-Hermione way possible.

"Don't fucking stop." She groaned, which wasn't something that you needed to be told - you never wanted to stop anyway, there was no way that you'd just pull away with no reason.

"Mhm." She ground her hips against your face quicker, allowing you to bury your face in her cunt.

Fucking hell.

"So good, so fucking good... Better than... I ever... Fucking imagined." Hermione whined, and you smirked against her cunt, your ego soaring at the realization that Hermione had imagined you like this before... Part of you wanted to tease her, to ask exactly what she'd imagined, but you didn't want to stop right now, you were loving this too much.

"Ha." You groaned, lapping up her cunt as you curled deep inside her, feeling how she squeezed around you.

Good girl.

"Y/N..." Her voice was wrecked, sounding like she was moments away from cumming... Cum for me, cum for me... Please cum for me.

"'M cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming, oh my god..." She whined, grinding against your face as you let out a groan of relief, rubbing your thighs together to ease the burn there... You wanted to focus on her, not on your own arousal, overpowering as it was.

"Mmmm..." You kept going, desperate to feel her cum again as she whined, high and desperate, trying to run from your touch.

No. Don't. Don't run.

"Y/N, baby... Baby, I just... I'm so..." Her back arched as she scratched at your scalp, shuddering her way through another sudden orgasm. "Fuck!" You moaned heavily, pulling your fingers out of her so that you could pull her closer, not wanting to be done with her yet...

But she batted you away before you could.

"No more..." She mumbled, and you nodded, pulling back quickly as you looked up at her, seeing her chest rising and falling rapidly... Fuck, that'd been...

Well, it'd been amazing to you.

"How was that?" You asked, and she let out a lazy chuckle.

"Are you joking?" She mumbled, sounding exhausted in a way that made your heart swell with pride, but you didn't want to be premature - you wanted to make sure that you should really be proud right now.

Premature celebration would be a bit embarrassing.

"No. I wanna know." You said, wiping your mouth off carefully as you traced on her legs, trying to keep yourself calm. She uncovered her eyes, leaning forward a bit as she spoke, still looking dazed.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life." Hermione gasped, a large smile on her face as you kissed over her thighs, gently pulling her to your chest once you were seated beside her again, watching as she flicked her wand to bring a blanket over to the two of you, settling it over your entwined bodies.

"Good." She was quiet for a moment, pensive before she looked back up at you.

"Next time, you should let me get you off." Hermione said, and you raised an eyebrow.

Oh?

"Next time?" You asked and she snorted, nodding like that was a given.

"Obviously." She cupped your cheek, kissing you slowly before she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours. "I'm too smart to let you get away." She murmured and you grinned, nodding.

You weren't trying to leave.

[elevennnnnn]

HERMIONE AND HER PRISONERS

（I accidentally deleted this post by mistake）

[plscallmeeren]

V E N U S

Hermione Jean Granger x Luna Lovegood x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: you and Hermione study one night in Luna's part of the forest... there's flirting, teasing and well... one thing leads to another (see warnings)

Warnings: Swearing, pillow princess Luna, top Hermione, top reader, humping, scissoring, fingering, fondling, unedited

Word Count: 1.8K+

Leaves rustled at the caress of cool wind, falling to the ground in tribute to the changing seasons. Autumn had already tainted fields of them vibrant oranges and yellows, occasional red specks blossoming on the horizon.

Hagrid's hut cast long shadows across the fields, pumpkins ripe and enormous. Hermione shivered beside you, pulling her jacket closer. You offered your own, but she wouldn't let you freeze in her stead.

The two of you passed the dark lake, and by the time you had reached edge of the forest nearly the same blackness had hastily descended upon the sky. You pointed out Orion. She thought of Sirius, and you were silent once more.

"This is as good a spot as any," she announced some steps amidst the looming trees.

You nodded. "It's so quiet. I think I could almost get sick of the constant throng in that castle." You smiled at each other. She knew you didn't mean it. After all...

"You're just as much a diligent student as me. Neither of us would ever leave Hogwarts if we could choose."

"True. It's amazing, really, how pretty you are for a nerd."

"Oh, come off it." She chuckled, sitting down before a thick pine. You sat cross-legged, leaning back against an opposite hazel.

"Fine... where do you want to start?"

"Potions. I feel a bit insecure about that exam. Especially the last couple," Hermione admitted, pulling out her textbook already.

"So Draught of Peace, Felix Felicis?"

"And Amortentia."

"Mmh, I bet you just wanna talk about how much you love me. Y'know, say it always has my scent... why could that be?" you jested, grinning as she rolled her eyes.

"You wish. You probably draw me in your margins. Or do you write Mz Granger, surrounded by little hearts?" She pouted.

You only shook your head, flipping pages until you spotted Felix. "So, what are the ingredients for liquid luck?"

"Evading, I see. Well, alright, pretend you don't fancy me. Let's see. Ingredients include..." She listed them all perfectly and for some time you could study without incident, more and more of your reading depending on wand-light.

You both perked up, however, when the sound of sticks crunching reached you. Had you been spotted? It was well after dusk and no teacher would appreciate you being out around this time.

Emerging from the woods, however, was none other than Luna. "Hello," she hummed. "You've found my favourite spot. I was just feeding the thestrals."

You beamed. "Come, sit down. We were just about to start on Astronomy. Isn't that one of your best subjects?"

Luna agreed quietly, sitting down beside you. "More the stories. I love reading about Venus and Neptune and those other beauties... much like you two."

Hermione flushed red, quite grateful for the dark. "You're the moon goddess, Luna. I mean, your name."

"It suits you," you chided. "Even now, seeing the moonlight reflect on your hair, your eyes, lips..." You gulped. She was staring at your mouth now. You thought of Amortentia.

"Thank you," she whispered, drawing herself closer to you. Her coat wasn't as thick as yours or Hermione's.

"Maybe I should sketch Luna in my margins. Or little 'Mrs. Lovegood's or something like that," Hermione smiled.

"I certainly would," you agreed. Luna's cheeks were tinged pink, more visible because the attention of your lights were on her. "Are you blushing, love?"

"Can't help it," she breathed, nestling her face into your neck out of embarrassment. A strong part of her, however, only wanted to be closer. Her whole body edged imperceptibly toward you. Hermione repositioned herself also, almost closing the gap between the three of you to 'talk better'. Your hand drifted to Luna's thigh, smoothing over the wool of her dress. You resisted the sudden urge to slip beneath it, along the brown tights, up to where the fragile fabric merged...

Hermione's knees were touching yours. Even through your jeans it was electric. Your mind jerked awake, albeit the late hour.

"I was going to ask...," Hermione began cautiously, "is there still something going on between you and Neville?"

"There never was," Luna replied happily. "We went on one date and decided we were stronger friends."

Hermione glanced at you, hardly a moment, hardly a look. Luna's leg shifted and your fingers found themselves at the hem of her dress.

"Does that mean I can kiss you?" you asked before thinking it through. You could have slapped a hand over your mouth. It was the lateness, surely - surely she would understand - but instead she stood. You cursed at yourself. Humiliating.

Except then she sat down again, back to Hermione, seated on your lap. You gaped. "Well?" she prompted innocently.

Your hand captured the nape of her neck, pulling her gently closer, teasing at the soft rose curve of her Cupid's bow, the plumper flesh of her lower lip. Finally, your teeth grazed her cheek and your mouths met. She let you lead, and you forced yourself to be patient, lingering after rushed tides of kisses. Torturous.

What is happening? Your books were long forgotten beside you. Hermione leaned closer still, breath tickling the blonde’s neck. This has to be a dream. Too surreal; just like these two beautiful women. But you were too afraid to stop, lest someone change their mind.

“It’s now or never,” you thought Luna whispered, but it was mostly lost in the wind, in the distraction of her braided her brushing against your shoulder. Hermione’s lips finally reached her skin, timidly venturing along the slant of her throat. Luna pulled back for air, your mouths disconnecting for the first time, lips dark against the pale of her face.

You allowed your fingers to wander; beneath the dress, along the tights, against the pool of damp between her legs. Your eyes met her crazed ones, and amongst whines - accolades for Hermione, who had now reached fingers around her chest - you elicited a nod, maybe two, three. How much of it was just her moving in accordance with Hermione’s sloppy kisses, the rhythm of her desperate grasps at Luna’s breasts, you would never know.

Yet with hardly any hesitance, your nails pinched the fabric, pulled it down, digits exploring her folds, disoriented. You ran your thumb over her pussy, curled it once inside her, searched along her for her clit. Your index and middle finger clasped around it, almost exasperated, and she rewarded you with a breathy moan that made you shudder.

Hermione groaned, slipping her hands further under layers of clothes so that she could reach Luna’s flesh properly, her front to the other girl’s back so that she could grind herself against Luna’s ass.

You caught her lips again, less stable this time, as she was pushing back and forth between you and Hermione, hoping for more friction. Your free hand grasped her jaw to hold her face still, meeting her with all the vigour you could translate.

Hermione discarded her coat, you following suit, leaving your moon goddess momentarily untouched and dazzling as she writhed on your lap. Her thin jacket was long gone and her dress, long-sleeved top underneath, stockings - were rumpled, scrunched in various places. Before you could worry about the cold she pulled the dress over her head, then the white top. Her tights remained bunched around her ankles, panties pushed to the side.

You wished, in retrospect, you had taken a moment to just look at her, admire her, but patience was a virtue and within seconds you were all over her, tongue tracing the smooth descent of her skin, running over the stretch marks at her belly, teasing the line of her underwear. Your fingers jerked into her, curling after every quick thrust within her cunt. She moaned wildly, out of breath, hair splayed behind her head like a halo.

Hermione had lowered Luna’s torso onto her own legs, kneading at her breasts with tender defiance.

“Harder,” Luna whispered into the night, face gleaming before the brightness of Lumos. “Please.”

“Are you sure, love?” you managed.

“Yes. Please.”

You could see Hermione’s grip on Luna’s body fasten, one of her hands migrating to her mouth, where Luna greedily sucked on her digits, grunting around them. Your speed picked up, fingers slamming with more force into her pussy as you toyed with her clit. Her back arched, the bones of her shoulders digging into Hermione’s thigh while her hips gyrated faster than you could have fingered her. Moans came in gasping lungfuls, your grunts accompanying her at the effort.

“Oh, Merlyn,” Hermione whined, pulling back her hands as if she was over-stimulated herself.

Luna threw her head back fully then, coming to an abrupt standstill, but you rode her through her orgasm, cunt clenching around your fingers as you felt her cum leak onto your hand. You smeared it across her inner thighs, leaning back, watching her pant.

She slumped to the ground. You and Hermione haphazardly leaned down on either side of her, hands lazily dragging over her body. You gravitated towards Hermione, pushing past her skirt tiredly, rubbing up and down her slit, arm slung over Luna. Hermione couldn’t help but react, grinding against you. She humped your hand with increasing vigour until she was jerking on the ground, looking like she was having a fit. Pathetic noises sounded from her, desperation clear on her face.

Luna rolled over somewhat, interrupting your connection to Hermione, instead guiding their legs together. Her pussy began moving against Hermione’s and very quickly they were scissoring, both of them humping the other so fast they looked desperate. “Sluts,” you cursed, feeling yourself grow hot with want. The sound of their slick loud.

You rolled over also, positioning your groin at Luna’s ass, started thrusting yourself against the plush of her backside.

All three of you were groaning (you), moaning (Luna), whining (Hermione), a sinful orchestra with the sound of slapping skin as base.

“Oh, Merlyn, oh God, oh God-“ Hermione started to chant, and you could feel Luna’s body tense simultaneously, the two of them coming with pornographic finales. Now hurried, you gripped Luna’s waist with considerable force, pushed yourself even harder into her. Luna groaned as you worked toward your own orgasm, body being pushed back and forward with every movement.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ you gasped, finally coming through your clothes, the rush of it almost making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Fuck!”

Luna backed into you (for the warmth), and you carefully wrapped your coat around her sore and bare figure.

“Which subject was that?” Hermione chuckled, brown curls cascading across the leaf-covered ground to the tip of her wand.

“I just hope it isn’t taught by Professor Snape,” Luna replied drearily. You couldn’t help but laugh.

[gwenstulip]

i know, ok?

i. can't. stop. editing. thinking. about. them.

damn, hozier!