Hmm? What would she use first? The chocolate or the whipped cream? Or should she just have the ice-cream first, wait… she had a quill somewhere to! She should've planned this bit more: what would happen first? Quite the dilemma…
***
Harry was still wrapping his mind around what Hermione had told him. He had used accidental Legimency on her… Well, it sounded quite logical when he pondered it: for Legimency through dreams, all you need was proximity. That and a whole lot of power and preferably a magical link.
He supposed the friendship he and Hermione had between one another could have been fortified magically. The number of times they saved one another's lives must have created that link. If only that didn't mean he would start barging into Ron's dreams the next time he stayed over at the Burrow…
But what really didn't add up was the strength necessary to do that kind of Legimency. He had never trained to go to that level, and even if he had, he couldn't have done that anyway. The level of control necessary… And the natural defences around Hermione's mind… And hadn't he overheard McGonagall telling Dumbledore Hermione had requested to train in the art of Occlumency?
With all those thoughts swirling in his head, he forgot the predicament he was in for that moment. But now his thoughts again focused on the unreality of this situation. He almost wished it was a dream right now. But his brain provided him with evidence that it wasn't so. The feel of it, and the fact that it was Hermione taking charge… No: this time it was for real.
Just as real as it had been when she'd told him she loved him. He felt like such a stupid prat, now. He had desired her for so long, and by trying to repress it, it had only grown to the point of somehow making him reach out with his subconscious to hers. And instead of letting him wallowing in guilt, she had reassured him by confessing her love…
And he had been unable to stand up to his feelings and desire for her, but had just basked in the knowledge that she might be his. If only he had taken the gift she'd given him… But no: his stubborn and insecure ass ignored her heart for almost a whole week, until his need for her grew again to the height where another dream ensued…
Now she was claiming back the control that had been slipping from her in their dreams, and the rational part of him couldn't really bring himself to blame her. Of course, in the situation he was in, that part really wasn't the most 'in-control' of his, but still…
Pulling his bonds he started to wonder what was taking her so long.
"Hermione?"
Glad his voice had actually sounded like his now, he squinted into the emptiness that surrounded him. He knew she was still in the room, but he needed to know she was there, ready to hear his apologies, so that she could free him, and that they could move on from this mess…
***
Hermione had come to a decision and prepared for a bit of rearrangements. She heard Harry's voice calling out her name, and saw him look around as if to guess where she would be, and what she was doing. He looked worried for some reason, but he should know she would never hurt him.
Flicking her wand she started with the adjustments for the next few moments. Harry looked startled and yelped quietly when he was being lifted from the bed slightly, his shackles following, and was rotated in mid-air.
Hermione saw his erection had deflated a bit since her announcement of the reason of the dreams, so she wasn't too worried about hurting him when she slowly let him back down, now on his belly. She gave him a bit more slack in his arms, and his upper arms could now make a right angle with his torso… it would make things more comfortable…
"Hermione! Please hear me out! I'm sorry, ok? I apologize, I'll never do it again… Just, let me free!"
Chuckling slightly Hermione moved to sit across his clothed bottom:
"Harry! It's ok! I won't hurt you, I already told you that. I love you, and I'm going to make you understand that," she brushed her hands flat over his clothed shoulders, "You see: all this tension… You really need to relax more. And I'm going to help you with that…"
With that promise, she charmed away his dress shirt and poured some of the hazelnut speciality from the Hogwarts' House Elves in her hands to warm the thick liquid, before applying it to his shoulders.
"But, Hermione…" Harry groaned when she started massaging his shoulders thoroughly, "I just… You don't have to… Oh, do that again!"
Hermione smiled to herself when it seemed she had found a good spot to rub. She continued massaging his back and shoulders, briefly rubbing the back of his arms. Feeling him melt and calm down under her hands made her feel giddy, but this wasn't really the point of this evening.
Though she felt perfectly fine feeling his skin under her gliding fingers, there was still a lot to do before she could let him take her in his arms… It felt so good and just… right to touch him like this… Shaking her head from the warm clouding feelings, she made up her mind on her next course of action.
Retreating her hands carefully, with a last little brush from her fingertips, she grabbed the wand she had beside her and summoned the vanilla ice-cream.
***
Harry had all but forgotten that he wanted out of the bonds. He felt so relax and warm… Cared for… He really should ask her to do that on a regular basis. Like after every Quidditch practise, or gruelling duelling lessons… Or even after Double Potions, yes, he could really use the relaxation after that…
If this was her view on punishing him, who was he to disagree with her?
Hermione's soothing hands rubbed all the tension out of his muscles and he felt the warmth reach through his bones. Where had she learned to do this?
So relaxed was he, that he hadn't noticed right away her soothing hands had left his skin. His befuddled mind, though, got quite a shock when something pierced his sensory system. Something extremely cold dripped between his shoulder blades, doing strange things to his relaxed body. About to call out to demand the meaning of these recent event, he felt something new…
It was the strangest sensation… It felt like… wet? well he couldn't really compare this feeling to anything he ever felt before… Not knowing if he liked it yet, or not, he tried to analyse what was happening… The strange sensation stopped, and again, cold drips fell on his skin this time on his lower back.
"Mmm, I love vanilla ice-cream"
Harry heard Hermione murmur before he felt her scoot her weight down, and those strange sensations attacked his lower back. Now Harry may not be the brightest in the bunch, but he wasn't completely thick. Hermione was pouring melted ice-cream on him, and licking it off! And that was her hair tickling his sides…
Armed with the mental pictures of what Hermione was doing, he decidedly loved the previously foreign sensations. Hermione kept dripping the cold liquid on various parts of his back, licking it away, half-massaging his skin with her tongue. The cold and warm alternation was doing exciting things to his body, and he wished he had the guts to move his hips against the bed, because she was killing him!
His straining erection was trapped between his body and the bed, and Hermione's moans when she tasted the milky ice was delirious torture… Harry was torn between starting to plead for her to stop, and letting this continue until she took mercy on him.
Thankfully the decision was taken from him, when she sat up, and he felt her leave the bed once more. Harry tried to listen where she was going, but the blood rushing through his veins caused a deafening friction in his eardrums…
He heard Hermione say something about the bowl of vanilla ice-cream being empty, and then his bonds started to pull him up again. If he had the presence of mind, he would've gotten offended at being treated like a roasting pig above a fire. When he was settled again on his back, he had expected to be relieved with the loss of entrapment his erection had been in.
Unfortunately, his weeping cock-head had made his boxers humid. When the air hit the damp cloth it send stimulating shivers throughout his body…
***
Hermione licked her lips for the last drops of vanilla ice-cream, mixed with the taste of hazelnut and Harry…
It really was a pity she didn't have more, but she mustn't overwhelm poor Harry too much… She was surprised at the way he had kept from pleading with her to release him, or to stop teasing him and get on with business.
Maybe he liked to be teased? Or maybe he felt like he owed her since he felt guilty for the dreams? Knowing Harry it was properly the latter…
But the thought of upending him until he begged hit something primal inside her…
While she set out to quickly cast a cleaning spell on his back, she turned him back around. Faced with his front, she saw the wet patch on his boxers, and it made her smile. She felt positively evil, and she was not ready to stop just yet.
Summoning a new bowl, she saw Harry was having difficulty making sense of something flying by through his poor vision. Again, she was glad for the invisibility charm she had cast on herself…
Dumping a finger in the whipped cream she summoned, she let a great glob fall on Harry's nose. Not wasting any time she hunched forward and took his nose in her mouth, making sure to lick every drop of whipped cream.
She felt and heard Harry groan, and it pleased her in a way she'd never known she could be pleased. Working her way to his Adam's apple, his earlobes and breastbone, Harry seemed to be moaning continuously, and not conscious about doing that.
Deciding to make things a bit more serious, she dropped some whipped cream on each of his nipples. Hearing him suck in his breath, she, again lowered her head and licked until there was only skin to be massaged with her tongue…
Harry was shivering, and she lifted her head a bit, to blow gently on the wet skin…
Moving her mouth back next to his ear she whispered mock-disappointed: "My bowl of whipped cream's almost empty… but I want to put it on my special treat, so I'll have to spare it for later…"
Reaching out with her tongue, she licked Harry's ear lobe slowly. Surprising her, though, Harry turned his head and managed to capture her lips, sort of. The temptation was too great for her and she lost herself in Harry's passionate need.
Tongues duelled desperately for a while, but Hermione managed to extract her mouth from Harry's quick enough before she forgot about everything and took him right there.
"Ah, ah, ah. You think you can get away with that. Sweet, sweet Harry…"
She was panting herself, but it was nothing compared to Harry. He clenched his jaw though, and seemed to refuse to give in to her taunting…
Smirking, though he couldn't see her, Hermione scooted backwards, and again put her wand to good used. Charming his pants off, now the only thing that remained on his body were his boxers…
"Mmh, nice legs, Harry…"
She ran her fingers torturously soft over his lower leg, watching fascinated as goosebumps erupted.
"Interesting…"
***
Harry didn't like the way he heard Hermione say 'interesting'… Nope, he didn't like it one bit. She was already testing his boundaries thoroughly, and he could feel something bubbling deep inside him begging to be let out, to end the delicious torment and make her regret this…
The way she had lapped at him before, the way her warm breath had hit his sensitive wet skin, and then, when she had whispered… No, he shouldn't think about that… The thought alone of what the 'special treat' could've meant was enough to finish him off. And he would not give in!
The situation was getting out of hand, and he'd be damned if he let her make him beg… He was not going to plead with her anymore, he was just going to lay there and stay impassive… Never mind that he had never been this hard before in his life, he was not…
Oh!
Oh! What the fuck!
Squinting down his body he tried to find out what the source was for the incessant tickling near his ankle. There was something white and fluffy moving its way up his leg and for a moment he thought he'd pass out.
Was that a quill?
Oh, it travelled from his ankle to his knee, paying special attention to the sensitive area behind his knee… Switching legs, the feather tickled his foot sole before gliding sensually up. It didn't stop at his knee this time, but the wench kept stroking him very slowly on the inside of his thigh…
Harry didn't even know he'd kept from breathing, until the feather disappeared. His panting rough now, he tried to reign in his emotions. He was very close to losing it, hoping against hope she would stop with the feather, he felt his stomach clench when the feather light strokes returned, on the inside of his other thigh.
"Ah, Hermione! Please! Please, stop! Please, Hermione!"
Harry was shakily holding on to the last bit of restraint, but his concentration was taking a toll on his body. He couldn't stop from shuddering at intervals, and his eyes, shut firmly, felt wet. He felt like a whimpering fool, but blissfully Hermione stopped using that damn quill of hers!
Again he felt a warm yielding weight covering his chest, and it soothed him… until her breath tickled her ear again:
"Do you want me to get on with the rest of the whipped cream?"
The words hit Harry and he gulped, his desire flashed through him, longing made him want to beg her to get on with it, yes, but he tried to fight his desperation. He could take on a girl, he wasn't going to be weak!
"Harry…" the quill caressed his cheeks softly, "Don't you want me to get my treat?"
Ok, Hermione was not just any girl!
"Y-yes… Yes!"
"What's the magic word, Harry?"
Harry clenched his jaw, determined not to get anything past his mouth that resembled a plea…
Hermione didn't seem to care, though. She lifted her body away from his, and let her fingers travel from his navel, to the start of his boxers. Fingering the material she asked sweetly:
"Can I take this off, Harry!"
Before Harry could retort with sarcasm, she hadn't asked with the other pieces of clothing, had she, and it wasn't like he could object much, his other head answered for him:
"Bloody Hell! Yes!"
No sooner were the words spoken, or the boxers disappeared magically. Squeezing his eyes shut again, Harry realised, through the almost painful haze of his desire, that he was completely bare now. Naked in front of Hermione…
Any thoughts about embarrassment were chased from his mind when he felt something soft touch his erection. He felt his limbs trembling in their bonds when he waited until Hermione had finished coating him as her desert…
"So, Harry, what's the magic word?"
"Please!"
Thoroughly disappointed with himself, he felt Hermione's hair tickling the skin of his hips.
When he felt a humid heath around just his tip, he thought he'd pass out. This was the worst and most delicious torture she had inflicted upon him, and considering this evening, that was saying something!
He felt every of her tongue's deliberate movements, he was treated like a lollypop. Hearing Hermione's moans, the whipped cream must've been very good. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head when he felt Hermione's mouth go as far as she could, and then she moaned, with him inside, and it vibrated through him, and he felt his control tear slowly.
Suddenly she was gone. Harry's heart thudded in his ears, loudly, and the only thing he heard her say, was something about chocolate…
His control slipped, and he felt something strong swirling inside him forcefully.
Opening his eyes, he couldn't see the room anymore… Colours, swirling… The intensity of the power that was woken inside him frightened Harry, but he tried to reign in it. Concentrating, he focused on the bonds.
As strange as it seemed, it was as if he could feel the ward… He could feel the very shape of the magic containing him to the bed… Curious he tried to will the bonds to break…
That didn't work, they only seemed to get stronger that way. Trying something different, he willed them to shift shape, to loosen enough so that he could slide his hands past the bonds.
In the haze he was in, he barely realised, he really was free…
Where was Hermione? He wanted to see Hermione…
***
Hermione was trying to regain some of her composure. She would've never guessed that what she had done for Harry just now, could ever be sensual for a woman too.
It had aroused her to no extent to have him inside her mouth, and she didn't know if she was meant to be disgusted by herself or not…
Chocolate… focus! There was still the chocolate to go through… Her hand shot out carefully, since it wasn't that easy to reach for something when you were invisible, even to yourself…
But then, reaching for the can of chocolate sauce she saw her fingers… her arm. Jumping backwards she looked at her very visible hands with a hint of panic. But the move backwards made her collide with something warm.
Squealing she jumped around, only to be met by a very naked Harry. Well, maybe that wasn't the most important adjective to think about just now…
Looking into his eyes, she felt her heart thumping in fear. If his green gaze could've, it would've melted her with its heat and intensity.
Frozen in place, she let Harry grab her upper arms…
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