Assorted smut scenes written for Nappa

Author’s Note:

All of these scenes may be used in your fic, however you see fit, as long as it is a HARRY/HERMIONE pairing. I wrote these specifically for the H/Hr pairing, and they should not be used for any other.

On a lighter note: All of these were written to torture Nappa while he was at work. In the spirit of torturing him and giving him what he wanted at the same time, I wrote. There is no plot to any of them, nothing before or after. The start where the first word is, and end where it stops. You can write the story to go around it.

Once again, feel free to use them for your own stories, just give me the credit, and send me the link. I would like to read what my stuff is being used for.

Cheers!

~*~Professor Granger~*~

They stood, facing each other, almost unsure of where to go next. Within a few seconds, their relationship had changed forever. It wasn’t bad, just different. He probed her eyes with his, and in them found all the answers he needed. She was his, and he belonged to her.

Slowly, he leaned down and kissed her again, moving his lips slowly in rhythm with his. She opened her mouth and let his tongue explore, while she mimicked his actions. Through their school uniforms, she could feel his arousal, and she sank to her knees.

She looked up at him, love sparking in her amber eyes. She reached forward and touched him through the thick denim, and he moaned in response. She massaged him for a few seconds before slowly unzipping the front of his school trousers.

Immediately, his erection sprung free of the restrictive fabric. Once again she looking into his sparkling emerald eyes, and without breaking eye contact, took the whole of his arousal into her mouth, sucking slightly. He closed his eyes and leaned back, enjoying the multiple sensations she was giving him.

After a while, he grasped her head and pulled her upright. He leaned forward for another kiss, more passionate this time, and raised his hands to unbutton her blouse. Shortly, they were both naked, and he pulled her on top of him on his bed, and closed the curtains, adding a silencing spell and shield with a gesture. He rolled on top of her, marveling at how soft her skin was, and how beautiful she was under the many layers of the Hogwarts uniforms. She was perfect. Once again he captured her mouth with his in a gentle, soft, loving kiss.

She moaned in response and eased her legs apart preparing herself to accept all of him for the fist time. The textbooks had said that there would be pain the first time he entered her, but it was anything but painful. It was wonderful, magnificent, beautiful, majestic. He started to move inside her, and it was the best thing she had ever experienced, better even than the first piece of homework that they had gotten back.

Within minutes, he was crying her release, and shooting a stream of hot liquid deep inside of her. Her own release soon followed, and they both lay back on the bed gasping for breath and letting their hands roam. He smiled into her hair, pulled her close to his body, and they fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

Their kiss was deep, passionate and highly arousing. Time crawled by and Harry could feel his trousers getting tighter by the second. He moaned in Hermione's mouth, and she responded by pressing herself harder against him. He could feel her stiff nipples against his chest, and had no doubt that she could feel his erection pressing against her soft thighs.

They broke off the kiss when they both needed air. Hermione ran her hands lower and lower, and she rubbed his throbbing arousal through the linen of his pants. He gasped, and after an eternity, she unbuttoned the fabric, freeing him from all constraints. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to the head, licking the salty liquid that had already accumulated, and sucking lightly. He tangled his hands into her hair as she toyed with his head.

Finally, she took pity on him and took the entire shaft into her mouth. He arched his back and had to bite back a scream of ecstasy, lest anyone hear them.

He was on the brink of exploding when she lifted off, meeting his glazed, emerald green eyes and licking her lips. He pounced, flipping her onto her back and inverting her skirt. He ripped open her blouse and kneaded her breasts desperately, sucking savagely on each.

“Harry,” she moaned, “I want to feel you. Now.”

He growled in her ear and reached down, forcing her legs apart with gentle pressure. He swept the thin band of white cotton aside and guided himself to her entrance. As soon as she felt him, she wrapped her slender legs around his hips and pulled him to her, crying out once he was buried in her body. He pounded into her as fast as he could, her hips rocking with all of the force she could.

Within minutes, he reached his peak, and exploded inside of her. Seconds later, she followed, and they both collapsed on the bed in a heap of tangled clothes, limbs and sheets.

She stared up into his eyes as her hands wandered lower on his soft skin. After a few seconds, they found their target. He gasped as she grabbed his quivering shaft and started to massage it. He moaned and planted a kiss on her lips. He tried to pull her hands away, but she only kept continuing, her rhythm speeding up to match his moans. It was all he could to stay standing. Finally, he collapsed, conveniently onto the bed that was behind them. Once he was down, she kissed her way along his chest, and let her mouth continue the work her hands had been doing. Within a few seconds, he was screaming her name as he reached his climax.