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Chocolate in a Parallel Universe - H/Hr - NC-17
Title: Chocolate in a Parallel Universe
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
I tried, I really did. But I could as soon write Ron/Ginny. All they did was play chess and talk about how adorable Ron’s freckles were. So I stole a trick fromempressov and cannibalised a Ron/Hermione that I doubt either of you would have read, because it would ick you.
Chocolate in a Parallel Universe
****
Hermione sat at the library table, with her head in her hands and massaged her temples. The NEWTs were three weeks away, and it had been a long day. Herbology had overrun by nearly half-an-hour, and she’d had no time for lunch and now she’d said she’d help Ron with his Potions essay.
On the table in front of her lay a giant Mars Bar, but she seriously wondered whether she would have time to eat it before Ron arrived. She ripped open the wrapper anyway and took out the chocolate. Screwing the wrapper up in a ball, she threw it into the bin. And missed. “Oh damn, today is just going perfectly,” she groaned.
The library door opened just as she was raising the chocolate to her lips. “Damn,” Hermione muttered and slipped the chocolate under the open copy of Most Potent Potions on the chair by her side.
Footsteps approached the corner of the library where she was sitting, hidden behind the tall bookshelves - and round the corner came, not the gangly red-headed figure of Ron Weasley, but the smiling green-eyed Harry Potter.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione murmured, “I don’t have much time, Ron is due at any moment, I’m going to help him with that dreadful essay - Snape will be furious if he doesn’t finish it today. And I have a splitting headache.”
Harry came over and stood by her side, “You’ve been overdoing it, Hermione,” he murmured, “Here, let me rub your shoulders.” He crouched in front of her and put his hands up to her shoulders. His strong fingers dug into the tired, tense muscles, and Hermione felt some of her tension ebb away. Harry smiled, and his white teeth gleamed. Hermione’s eyes closed, and she took a deep sigh, his fingers kneaded her shoulders, and then slipped lower down and cupped her breasts. Her eyes flew open again.
“Harry,” she breathed, “are you crazy, Ron will …”
His face came closer, and nuzzled between her breasts, as his hands slipped lower still, ran down her body, down the outside of her thighs, dipped under the hem of her flowing robe and started moving up the inside of her thighs.
“Ron is still with Professor Sprout, I think he’s running late,” Harry smiled.
Hermione sighed and shifted towards him. One of his hands slipped into the small of her back and half-lifted her, as the other slipped into her tiny lace panties and drew them towards him, down her long legs. As they passed her feet, she allowed her legs to fall apart and Harry slipped back between them, his hands on her knees.
He looked up at her, and their eyes locked. His hands moved slowly, the thumbs massaging the insides of her thighs, as they went higher and higher. Hermione felt herself growing wet and she started to ache.
Just as his hands reached the tops of her thighs, and his thumbs dipped along her groins and slid towards her open lips, the door slammed again.
“Harry!” she gasped, her eyes flying wide open and her hands pressed to her flushed cheeks, “Quick, get up here.”
“I can’t,” Harry whispered, and gestured to the erection, staining at the crotch of his trousers. Then he shrugged and, to her absolute disbelief, ducked under the table.
“Over here,” called Hermione, folding her arms on top of the table and trying to compose her face.
Footsteps approached and Ron came around the book shelves.
“Well, here I am, Hermione,” he smiled, and he crossed to the table and sat down opposite her. Hermione uttered a silent prayer of thanks that the table was so wide.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, as he unrolled his essay, “but I really think I’m nearly there - what was it about shrink-wort again ?”.
“Right. You have to pick it and dry it under a new moon - and with your left hand….” Hermione tried to keep her voice steady, but unbelievably she felt the hem of her robe rising again as Harry lifted it and pushed between her thighs, “…but not if you’re actually left-handed…” Harry’s fingers were sliding inside her now, probing deep into her, oh god, “…because then it’s not going to dry properly….”.
“But Hermione, what happens if you dry it by sunlight instead…” Harry’s fingers slipped out and his hands trailed back down her legs, thank god, “…like spine-wort - Hermione, are you all right?” Harry’s face was pressed between her thighs, and as his fingers parted her lips, his lips nibbled gently on her, and his tongue slid inside her.
“Yes,” Hermione breathed, “I mean, I’m fine. I was just wondering about the…um… spine-wort berries.”
She managed to sound vaguely coherent as they discussed the different parts of spine-wort, all the time Harry alternated between a firm probing tongue, thrusting deep between her folds, and a gentle suction as his mouth closed over her. Then she felt his face moving away as he sat back from her. Breathing an inward sigh of relief, she tried to turn her mind to the question of whether the shrink-wort pods would work.
But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry’s hand slip out from under the table and under the Potions text. He silently grasped the Mars bar and it disappeared under the table. Hermione couldn’t imagine what he was going to…..oh. As his fingers parted her aching lips once more, she felt the firm, cool chocolate being pushed inside her. She could feel the veins of chocolate running down the sides of the bar and melting as they brushed against her wet passage.
“I’m going to die,” she thought, “there is no way I’m going to be able to carry on talking to Ron, he’ll know something is wrong, what if he comes around the table to see if I’m all right?”
“I think we’ll have to leave out the Pods,” Ron was saying, as Harry pulled the Mars Bar almost completely out again, dragging her lips along with it very slightly, and then thrust it back in again until his finger tips pushed against her, “Snape will know I’m bluffing, if I don’t know when to pick them.”
The chocolate was moving faster, and faster, in and out, in and out. Hermione felt herself moving towards a climax, she felt her whole being focus between her legs, as Harry withdrew the Mars Bar and pressed his face against her. She rubbed her chocolatey sex against him and he sucked her between lips moistened with the chocolate and her own juices.
Hermione felt flashes of light go off inside her head as she reached orgasm, Harry slipped his fingers back inside her and she felt herself throb and contract around them. She couldn’t help letting out a slight groan, though she tried to choke it off.
“Hermione, something is wrong. What is it?” Ron frowned across at her, looking very concerned.
“Oh, I’ll be OK,” Hermione murmured. “I haven’t eaten anything today, and it is rather hot in here, I just felt a little faint.”
“Then, we’ll do this later. How about in the common room after dinner?” Ron stood up. “You need something hot and filling inside you.” And with a friendly grin he turned and left the library.
“Harry, you are incredible. But you must be crazy.” Hermione leant back in her chair and looked down at her lover.
Harry’s face was covered in melting chocolate. He grinned up at her, then took the Mars Bar in his mouth and took a small bite. Hermione gasped. He raised it to her lips and she suggestively opened them and ran her tongue around it. It tasted of her.
Harry rose from under the table, freeing his erection from his trousers as he stood. She could almost feel its heat as he leant towards her. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. They turned, and the edge of the table pushed against her buttocks. Then Harry pressed her backwards across the table, her thighs parted and she wrapped her legs round his back as he pushed inside her.
“Something hot and filling.” he murmured.
His mouth came down and closed over hers, and she could taste herself and chocolate on his lips. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and tangled with hers, its thrusts paralleling those of his hot erection. She could feel herself building again, and her second climax came quickly and drew him deeper inside her.
As she lay back, gasping, Harry smoothly withdrew and pulled her to her feet again. Then he pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. Hermione took him deep into her mouth. It was just in time, he wrapped his hands in her long hair as she felt him throb in her mouth and the taste of salt mixed with the chocolate as he poured himself into her throat.
Title: Chocolate in a Parallel Universe
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
I tried, I really did. But I could as soon write Ron/Ginny. All they did was play chess and talk about how adorable Ron’s freckles were. So I stole a trick from
empressov and cannibalised a Ron/Hermione that I doubt either of you would have read, because it would ick you.Chocolate in a Parallel Universe
****
Hermione sat at the library table, with her head in her hands and massaged her temples. The NEWTs were three weeks away, and it had been a long day. Herbology had overrun by nearly half-an-hour, and she’d had no time for lunch and now she’d said she’d help Ron with his Potions essay.
On the table in front of her lay a giant Mars Bar, but she seriously wondered whether she would have time to eat it before Ron arrived. She ripped open the wrapper anyway and took out the chocolate. Screwing the wrapper up in a ball, she threw it into the bin. And missed. “Oh damn, today is just going perfectly,” she groaned.
The library door opened just as she was raising the chocolate to her lips. “Damn,” Hermione muttered and slipped the chocolate under the open copy of Most Potent Potions on the chair by her side.
Footsteps approached the corner of the library where she was sitting, hidden behind the tall bookshelves - and round the corner came, not the gangly red-headed figure of Ron Weasley, but the smiling green-eyed Harry Potter.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione murmured, “I don’t have much time, Ron is due at any moment, I’m going to help him with that dreadful essay - Snape will be furious if he doesn’t finish it today. And I have a splitting headache.”
Harry came over and stood by her side, “You’ve been overdoing it, Hermione,” he murmured, “Here, let me rub your shoulders.” He crouched in front of her and put his hands up to her shoulders. His strong fingers dug into the tired, tense muscles, and Hermione felt some of her tension ebb away. Harry smiled, and his white teeth gleamed. Hermione’s eyes closed, and she took a deep sigh, his fingers kneaded her shoulders, and then slipped lower down and cupped her breasts. Her eyes flew open again.
“Harry,” she breathed, “are you crazy, Ron will …”
His face came closer, and nuzzled between her breasts, as his hands slipped lower still, ran down her body, down the outside of her thighs, dipped under the hem of her flowing robe and started moving up the inside of her thighs.
“Ron is still with Professor Sprout, I think he’s running late,” Harry smiled.
Hermione sighed and shifted towards him. One of his hands slipped into the small of her back and half-lifted her, as the other slipped into her tiny lace panties and drew them towards him, down her long legs. As they passed her feet, she allowed her legs to fall apart and Harry slipped back between them, his hands on her knees.
He looked up at her, and their eyes locked. His hands moved slowly, the thumbs massaging the insides of her thighs, as they went higher and higher. Hermione felt herself growing wet and she started to ache.
Just as his hands reached the tops of her thighs, and his thumbs dipped along her groins and slid towards her open lips, the door slammed again.
“Harry!” she gasped, her eyes flying wide open and her hands pressed to her flushed cheeks, “Quick, get up here.”
“I can’t,” Harry whispered, and gestured to the erection, staining at the crotch of his trousers. Then he shrugged and, to her absolute disbelief, ducked under the table.
“Over here,” called Hermione, folding her arms on top of the table and trying to compose her face.
Footsteps approached and Ron came around the book shelves.
“Well, here I am, Hermione,” he smiled, and he crossed to the table and sat down opposite her. Hermione uttered a silent prayer of thanks that the table was so wide.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, as he unrolled his essay, “but I really think I’m nearly there - what was it about shrink-wort again ?”.
“Right. You have to pick it and dry it under a new moon - and with your left hand….” Hermione tried to keep her voice steady, but unbelievably she felt the hem of her robe rising again as Harry lifted it and pushed between her thighs, “…but not if you’re actually left-handed…” Harry’s fingers were sliding inside her now, probing deep into her, oh god, “…because then it’s not going to dry properly….”.
“But Hermione, what happens if you dry it by sunlight instead…” Harry’s fingers slipped out and his hands trailed back down her legs, thank god, “…like spine-wort - Hermione, are you all right?” Harry’s face was pressed between her thighs, and as his fingers parted her lips, his lips nibbled gently on her, and his tongue slid inside her.
“Yes,” Hermione breathed, “I mean, I’m fine. I was just wondering about the…um… spine-wort berries.”
She managed to sound vaguely coherent as they discussed the different parts of spine-wort, all the time Harry alternated between a firm probing tongue, thrusting deep between her folds, and a gentle suction as his mouth closed over her. Then she felt his face moving away as he sat back from her. Breathing an inward sigh of relief, she tried to turn her mind to the question of whether the shrink-wort pods would work.
But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry’s hand slip out from under the table and under the Potions text. He silently grasped the Mars bar and it disappeared under the table. Hermione couldn’t imagine what he was going to…..oh. As his fingers parted her aching lips once more, she felt the firm, cool chocolate being pushed inside her. She could feel the veins of chocolate running down the sides of the bar and melting as they brushed against her wet passage.
“I’m going to die,” she thought, “there is no way I’m going to be able to carry on talking to Ron, he’ll know something is wrong, what if he comes around the table to see if I’m all right?”
“I think we’ll have to leave out the Pods,” Ron was saying, as Harry pulled the Mars Bar almost completely out again, dragging her lips along with it very slightly, and then thrust it back in again until his finger tips pushed against her, “Snape will know I’m bluffing, if I don’t know when to pick them.”
The chocolate was moving faster, and faster, in and out, in and out. Hermione felt herself moving towards a climax, she felt her whole being focus between her legs, as Harry withdrew the Mars Bar and pressed his face against her. She rubbed her chocolatey sex against him and he sucked her between lips moistened with the chocolate and her own juices.
Hermione felt flashes of light go off inside her head as she reached orgasm, Harry slipped his fingers back inside her and she felt herself throb and contract around them. She couldn’t help letting out a slight groan, though she tried to choke it off.
“Hermione, something is wrong. What is it?” Ron frowned across at her, looking very concerned.
“Oh, I’ll be OK,” Hermione murmured. “I haven’t eaten anything today, and it is rather hot in here, I just felt a little faint.”
“Then, we’ll do this later. How about in the common room after dinner?” Ron stood up. “You need something hot and filling inside you.” And with a friendly grin he turned and left the library.
“Harry, you are incredible. But you must be crazy.” Hermione leant back in her chair and looked down at her lover.
Harry’s face was covered in melting chocolate. He grinned up at her, then took the Mars Bar in his mouth and took a small bite. Hermione gasped. He raised it to her lips and she suggestively opened them and ran her tongue around it. It tasted of her.
Harry rose from under the table, freeing his erection from his trousers as he stood. She could almost feel its heat as he leant towards her. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. They turned, and the edge of the table pushed against her buttocks. Then Harry pressed her backwards across the table, her thighs parted and she wrapped her legs round his back as he pushed inside her.
“Something hot and filling.” he murmured.
His mouth came down and closed over hers, and she could taste herself and chocolate on his lips. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and tangled with hers, its thrusts paralleling those of his hot erection. She could feel herself building again, and her second climax came quickly and drew him deeper inside her.
As she lay back, gasping, Harry smoothly withdrew and pulled her to her feet again. Then he pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. Hermione took him deep into her mouth. It was just in time, he wrapped his hands in her long hair as she felt him throb in her mouth and the taste of salt mixed with the chocolate as he poured himself into her throat.