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Adult +
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1
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Dungeons without a Dragon
Title: Dungeons without a Dragon
Pairing: Hermione/Slytherin!Harry
Rating: NC-17
SUmmary: What if Harry had not thought "Not Slytherin?" A sixth year AU with evil Harry, getting exactly what he wants.
Harry Potter walked out of his potions class, the usual gang of Slytherins around him. Draco stood to his right, Crabbe and Goyle behind, Pansy on Draco’s arm. He turned around laughing at his rival, Ron Weasley.
“Well,” Potter said, “If he had a brain, the cauldron wouldn’t have melted.” The group broke into laughter as Ron’s face turned red. Hermione Granger patted him on the back, and the two lone Gryffindors linked hands.
“Oh, bother,” Hermione said, looking back, “I left my book in the potions room.” She turned back, and waved to Ron.
“I’ll wait for you,” Ron immediately said.
”Don’t,” she replied, “I’ll be right up.”
“Hot date, Weasel?” Harry gloated, the Slytherins turning to cackle at them.
“We don’t want you to get your robes dirty, rolling around in the Mud,” Draco sneered, pausing for effect before whispering, “-blood.” Ron launched himself at Malfoy, but Hermione gripped his arm.
“Don’t let them bother you,” she said. She leaned into his ear, “And don’t worry, it will be hot date.” Ron and Hermione smiled at each other before Ron pushed through the group and Hermione started to double back to the potions room. Harry and his gang laughed heartily at Ron, and Potter turned back to watch Hermione.
“You go on ahead,” he said, “I need to talk to Snape for a second.” The gang pleaded with him to stay before Draco began to shoo them away. Harry walked back down the corridor and opened the potions room. Granger was shuffling under a desk, and Harry quickly looked around. Snape was gone, it was just him and the mud-blood.
“Ow,” Hermione gasped, as a dull thud rang through the silence. She crawled out from under the desk and straightened, rubbing the back of her head. She looked up and saw Harry, and jumped. Potter whipped out her wand, yelling-
“Expelliarimus!”
Her books flew into the air, and her wand shot out of her pocket.
“Potter,” she whispered, looking at the hours of organization flutter to the floor.
“Granger,” he said. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised, eyes lingering on her breasts and hips. Harry turned to the door and pointed at it, and the door clicked, locking.
“Wait,” Hermione said, backing away from Harry, who was now advancing on her.
“No,” he said, “I’ve been waiting all day.” He pointed his wand at her, and her clothes disappeared. She screamed trying to cover herself, but Harry had her wrists in his hand, and had magicked them together. He pushed her onto a desk, securing her wrists above her head.
“No,” she whimpered as he pulled her legs apart, pointing to each in turn, securing her spread-eagled on the desk. “Please,” she whispered, “Please, stop.”
“Like I’m going to let Weasel have you before me?” Harry replied, laughing, “You are always mine first, my little mud-blood whore.” He looked at her, and saw that tears were falling down her face. He stepped up on a chair and looked down at her, and began to undress. He pulled his tie down, and let his robes fall to the floor. In one swift motion, he unzipped his pants, and began to unbutton his shirt. Within moments, Hermione saw every inch of Potter, and cringed at the size of his member.
“Why?” she sobbed, “Why can’t you go shag some other girl?” Harry knelt between her legs, and lay over her.
“Because, none make the same noises as you,” he sneered, and he plunged into her. Her hot walls squeezed him, and he gasped in ecstasy.
“Ah,” Hermione gasped, “You’re hurting me.” Harry smiled and began thrusting in and out, her muscles clenching him.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he replied. Harry built up speed slowly, dragging the process out. He kissed her neck, bit her shoulder and began to tease her nipples. Potter sucked on the dark tips, thrilled with the renewed gasps and moans from his captive. She arched, trying to get away, but only drawing him in further.
“When I destroy the Dark Lord,” he said, “I won’t kill you.” Hermione looked at him stunned. “You will stay my whore,” he continued, “And I will fuck you where ever, and whenever I want to. Would that be better than death?”
Hermione shook her head and Harry frowned, and began to suckle again. Finally, Harry set his wand down on the desk and began playing with her clit. Hermione jerked, and squirmed, twitching with pain and pleasure.
“Harry!” she called out, the orgasm ripping through her. Harry continued to pump vigorously, not stopping his pace, and keeping a pressure on her clitoris.
“Bad girl,” he said, rubbing her clit quickly, “You came before me.” She screamed, and felt Harry’s seed flow inside her as her second orgasm hit her. Harry pulled out and dressed quickly. He waved his wand and she was immediately clothed, and free again.
“Next time,” Harry said, “I think a spanking is in order.” Hermione whimpered, grabbing her books. She tried to hurry past him, when he caught her arm and pulled her back.
“What?” she said, her eyes shining with tears, her voice fearful. Harry raised his eyebrows at her, and pointed to his mouth.
“Now.”
Hermione looked down, then leaned up and pressed her lips against his. He snaked a hand around to the back of her head, and held her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He broke the kiss and let her go.
“Good girl,” he said, as she rushed out the door. He turned and looked at the empty room. “Did you enjoy that, Professor?” Snape came out of his office, his face red.
“Why do you use my room, Potter?” came the reply.
“Best echo,” Harry said, smiling, “I hoped you would agree.” Potter smirked and then walked out the door, the half-grin hanging on his face as he walked down the hallway.
Pairing: Hermione/Slytherin!Harry
Rating: NC-17
SUmmary: What if Harry had not thought "Not Slytherin?" A sixth year AU with evil Harry, getting exactly what he wants.
Harry Potter walked out of his potions class, the usual gang of Slytherins around him. Draco stood to his right, Crabbe and Goyle behind, Pansy on Draco’s arm. He turned around laughing at his rival, Ron Weasley.
“Well,” Potter said, “If he had a brain, the cauldron wouldn’t have melted.” The group broke into laughter as Ron’s face turned red. Hermione Granger patted him on the back, and the two lone Gryffindors linked hands.
“Oh, bother,” Hermione said, looking back, “I left my book in the potions room.” She turned back, and waved to Ron.
“I’ll wait for you,” Ron immediately said.
”Don’t,” she replied, “I’ll be right up.”
“Hot date, Weasel?” Harry gloated, the Slytherins turning to cackle at them.
“We don’t want you to get your robes dirty, rolling around in the Mud,” Draco sneered, pausing for effect before whispering, “-blood.” Ron launched himself at Malfoy, but Hermione gripped his arm.
“Don’t let them bother you,” she said. She leaned into his ear, “And don’t worry, it will be hot date.” Ron and Hermione smiled at each other before Ron pushed through the group and Hermione started to double back to the potions room. Harry and his gang laughed heartily at Ron, and Potter turned back to watch Hermione.
“You go on ahead,” he said, “I need to talk to Snape for a second.” The gang pleaded with him to stay before Draco began to shoo them away. Harry walked back down the corridor and opened the potions room. Granger was shuffling under a desk, and Harry quickly looked around. Snape was gone, it was just him and the mud-blood.
“Ow,” Hermione gasped, as a dull thud rang through the silence. She crawled out from under the desk and straightened, rubbing the back of her head. She looked up and saw Harry, and jumped. Potter whipped out her wand, yelling-
“Expelliarimus!”
Her books flew into the air, and her wand shot out of her pocket.
“Potter,” she whispered, looking at the hours of organization flutter to the floor.
“Granger,” he said. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised, eyes lingering on her breasts and hips. Harry turned to the door and pointed at it, and the door clicked, locking.
“Wait,” Hermione said, backing away from Harry, who was now advancing on her.
“No,” he said, “I’ve been waiting all day.” He pointed his wand at her, and her clothes disappeared. She screamed trying to cover herself, but Harry had her wrists in his hand, and had magicked them together. He pushed her onto a desk, securing her wrists above her head.
“No,” she whimpered as he pulled her legs apart, pointing to each in turn, securing her spread-eagled on the desk. “Please,” she whispered, “Please, stop.”
“Like I’m going to let Weasel have you before me?” Harry replied, laughing, “You are always mine first, my little mud-blood whore.” He looked at her, and saw that tears were falling down her face. He stepped up on a chair and looked down at her, and began to undress. He pulled his tie down, and let his robes fall to the floor. In one swift motion, he unzipped his pants, and began to unbutton his shirt. Within moments, Hermione saw every inch of Potter, and cringed at the size of his member.
“Why?” she sobbed, “Why can’t you go shag some other girl?” Harry knelt between her legs, and lay over her.
“Because, none make the same noises as you,” he sneered, and he plunged into her. Her hot walls squeezed him, and he gasped in ecstasy.
“Ah,” Hermione gasped, “You’re hurting me.” Harry smiled and began thrusting in and out, her muscles clenching him.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he replied. Harry built up speed slowly, dragging the process out. He kissed her neck, bit her shoulder and began to tease her nipples. Potter sucked on the dark tips, thrilled with the renewed gasps and moans from his captive. She arched, trying to get away, but only drawing him in further.
“When I destroy the Dark Lord,” he said, “I won’t kill you.” Hermione looked at him stunned. “You will stay my whore,” he continued, “And I will fuck you where ever, and whenever I want to. Would that be better than death?”
Hermione shook her head and Harry frowned, and began to suckle again. Finally, Harry set his wand down on the desk and began playing with her clit. Hermione jerked, and squirmed, twitching with pain and pleasure.
“Harry!” she called out, the orgasm ripping through her. Harry continued to pump vigorously, not stopping his pace, and keeping a pressure on her clitoris.
“Bad girl,” he said, rubbing her clit quickly, “You came before me.” She screamed, and felt Harry’s seed flow inside her as her second orgasm hit her. Harry pulled out and dressed quickly. He waved his wand and she was immediately clothed, and free again.
“Next time,” Harry said, “I think a spanking is in order.” Hermione whimpered, grabbing her books. She tried to hurry past him, when he caught her arm and pulled her back.
“What?” she said, her eyes shining with tears, her voice fearful. Harry raised his eyebrows at her, and pointed to his mouth.
“Now.”
Hermione looked down, then leaned up and pressed her lips against his. He snaked a hand around to the back of her head, and held her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He broke the kiss and let her go.
“Good girl,” he said, as she rushed out the door. He turned and looked at the empty room. “Did you enjoy that, Professor?” Snape came out of his office, his face red.
“Why do you use my room, Potter?” came the reply.
“Best echo,” Harry said, smiling, “I hoped you would agree.” Potter smirked and then walked out the door, the half-grin hanging on his face as he walked down the hallway.