Title: Guerrilla Seductress
Author: Moonbeam
Spoilers: all 5 books but I'm still in denial over Sirius' death so it is not mentioned. Voldie's dead
mainly coz I say so and they are in 7th year although it is never mentioned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I own my smutty mind and my insane brain which came up with the word order you are about
to read if nothing else.
Note: I used this to help me bring down excitement about seeing Metallica on Sunday at the Big Day Out but I'm
still excited - but I'll just hope for lots of reviews to get me to then.
Author's Note: This is in response to a thread at 'Room of Requirement' which asked how Hermione
would go about seducing our dear, sweet innocent Harry. Here was my response: Personally, I see Hermione as a guerrilla
seductress. It would be subliminal and it would force Harry to make the move himself. She's the tactician,
Harry's the cowboy so I think she would play him into the exact position she wants him in before she turns around
and takes him. All the while making him believe quite whole-heartedly that he was the one doing the seducing.
And below is the story that goes along with it, it started out as a short example but IssaBissa,
e_gre4t_one and sorrentomoon talked me into it.
For weeks now Harry had been noticing the little things about Hermione, the way she tried to keep her hair out of her face while she was studying but never quite succeeded. Even when she tied it up that piece in the front always escaped and taunted him. She seemed unfazed by it, but all he wanted to do was move it behind her ear. He knew her hair would be soft, but he wanted to feel it anyway.
He knew that food could be an erotic thing but the way her mouth slid around the fork was enough to give him serious thoughts of feeding her with his hands, oh to feel those lips against his skin, anywhere on his body. He'd had too many cold showers lately but that hadn't helped since they had been caught together in the rain a few weeks ago, really he didn't know why she had insisted on helping Hagrid when it was obviously going to rain and they were so far from everything. It had began with a light sprinkle but she had kept going, by the time they were done his shirt was stuck to his back and he could feel water running down his legs. All he had wanted to do was get inside, but then he looked up and saw her. She'd been working on the other side of the pen and her front was soaked, the once crisp white blouse was plastered against her chest, the bra that lay beneath which he now knew to be a soft pink was clear against the see through material. Now all he wanted to do was to stay out in the rain and be able to see this, even the cold water seeping through his clothes and against his skin couldn't stop him from reacting to the sight.
It was the littlest things he noticed and they were adding every night when they sat by the fire and worked on their homework. His mind was filled with thoughts of her, her lips; full and slightly pouted wrapped around the tip of his quill while she thought of the right answer. The way she ran a hand along her back to relieve tension but just caused more in him when he saw how she strained against her top when she did it. When she had bent over to steal his textbook since hers was open to a different chapter and he caught sight of her bra, dark maroon this time beneath her muggle top. How when she moved forward to check something in the books, further up the table, her skirt would ride up a little and show more pale, creamy skin. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to pass all his classes when she was so damned desirable. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
Harry swore again, dammit why did he have to agree to a late-night trip to the library to find the text she just had to have? Why oh why, especially after last time. But that wasn't the problem, it was the fact Ron had borrowed his invisibility cloak for a night out with Luna so all they had to use was the Marauder's Map. Snape snuck up on them and there was only one door in the whole corridor…and was the room getting smaller? He felt Hermione getting closer and closer to him. Her hot breath against his neck, those lips he loved allowing the air to brush against his oversensitive skin. And Snape still hadn't left, he was close, the map said so but dammit why wouldn't he leave so Harry could get away from Hermione and all these thought's about exactly why Hogwarts had any broom closets at all and what the best way to use it was. Maybe they weren't named from the real brooms but the one that Hermione would notice soon if the room didn't stop getting smaller. How could the smell of books and ink turn him on? He had to think of other things, things that didn't involve hiking up Hermione's skirt and thoroughly having his way with her.
Okay the room was still getting smaller, and now she's pushed against him and there isn't even room to move so she has to know what that was pushing into her stomach, and she must know that her moving wasn't helping and that as a teenage male he only has so much restraint.
Goddammit, he had to have her, he had to taste her just this once and if she slapped him then fine he would stop thinking about the fact her underwear might match that red, lacy bra he'd peaked earlier. Really it wasn't hard to swoop down and kiss her, he barely had to move and then he was kissing her and she tasted so sweet. He didn't care about Snape because her hair was soft and her mouth was full and fabulous against his, and his hand was touching her waist below her shirt and her skin was just as soft and silky as that thigh of hers had indicated. Then he was touching her thigh and he felt her skin there and it was even better. He slid his hand along her backside and, while he wasn't sure, that material did feel red. And dear god, her tongue; he hadn't thought it could be any better but the feel of her tongue sliding gently along his, he was in heaven. Damn Snape he could be doing the chicken dance outside just so long as Harry could keep tasting Hermione.
His mouth left hers without his consent and moved to trail a long kiss against her neck as he dragged in some air. He knew he was leaving a mark but he couldn't stop himself, the taste of her, slightly salty and sweet at the same time had him enraptured. Harry felt her hands roaming his back as his were still firmly planted on her back and thigh, but he wouldn't be distracted, he'd left a mark, his mark on her neck and now he was ready to taste more of her. He trailed his tongue along her clavicle stopping to place a sloppy kiss in the hollow of her throat. She threw her head back giving him easier access while her hands pushed his head more firmly against her neck. He nibbled gently along the tendons there before trailing down her neck to the opening of her shirt.
His hands reluctantly left her skin and she groaned against him. He trailed his hands up her sides and undid the first button of her shirt. She pushed herself against him again, and his mouth trailed after his hands as they undid all the buttons on her shirt. He stopped when his tongue slid around her navel, he lifted his eyes to hers and smiled up at her when he nipped at her skin before swiftly standing up and claiming her mouth.
Unsure of when his cloak had been removed he felt her tugging at his shirt but he didn't want to leave her mouth so that she could remove it. She finally pulled away and ripped it from his body and moved back to claim his lips again. Her hands roamed across his back feeling the muscles there bunch and move for her. Harry pulled her shirt from her body and let it fall to the floor before running his hands up her back feeling her spine poke gently against her skin. He pulled her flush against him so that she was pressed firmly into his chest and sighed into the kiss, god how he loved the feel of her skin against his.
His hands trailed down her back and settled against her backside, he gently squeezed the flesh and she bucked into him. He smiled as he pulled away from her to breathe and watched her face as she looked at him, he didn't feel self-conscious and he thought he probably should. But this was Hermione so it was okay. He watched her as she moved her hands down his chest and pulled at the button keeping his pants up. He watched her as she slid down the zipper and he continued to watch her as she moved down his body removing them. But when her hand cupped him through the material of his boxers his eyes closed and despite himself he let out a low moan.
He did open his eyes when her hand left him though and moved around the take off her skirt. He had to stop her; he
wanted to do that himself. Stilling her hands and looking her in the eyes he moved his hand to her zipper and pulled it
down watching as the fabric fell from her body and pooled on the floor.
"Red," he whispered before pulling her back to him and devouring her mouth.
Now that he almost had her naked he felt an impatience to remove the rest of he clothes, his hands floated around to her back and as if guided he easily unclasped her bra and pulled it away from her body. As if hearing his thoughts Hermione's hands had wondered down to his boxers and were tugging them away from his body, over his erection and down his legs. Now all that was left between them was a very nice pair of lacy red panties that Harry would be dreaming about for days - until he saw another pair.
He pulled away from her again and knelt in front of her, putting his head level with her stomach. He lent forward and kissed the gentle swell beneath her belly button before hooking his fingers into her panties and lifting his eyes to hers. Silently asking for permission he slowly slid them down her soft legs until they lay on the ground. When they did his eyes wandered down her body, taking in her perfect breasts, the curve in at her waist and curve out at her hips and down her legs to her cute toes. He stood and smiled down at her, she looked at him for a second and smiled at him before launching herself against his body; jumping up against him so that he would have to catch her or let her fall. He didn't disappoint and was rewarded when he felt her legs wrap around his waist and her breasts press against his chest.
He lifted her higher against him and lent down to kiss one of her breasts, he had been wanting to do that for days, weeks, forever. She tasted sweet and he moved his head down to capture one of her nipples and tugged it into his mouth. She pulled at his head, trying to get him closer as she groaned against him. He moved to the other breast as one of his hands snaked around her body and took advantage of her position. He slid a hand between her thighs and along her body. She was wet and responded to his touch, pushing herself more firmly against it. She felt ready but he had to be sure.
He pulled away from her mouth and moved his hand back to supporting her. He looked at her. Without either speaking she told him that she wanted this, just as much as he did. Taking that as a sign to move it along he moved towards the wall, pushing her up against it.
He looked into her eyes as he slid into her, he felt something inside of her give and her whole body tense. He remained as still as he could while he waited for her to be ready. She slid her hand along his back and pulled his lips to hers. He tasted salt on her lips from her tears but he didn't have much time to think of that before she began to move against him. He hadn't allowed himself to think about how this felt. How wonderful she felt, against him - around him; perfect, he'd never felt anything that was this perfect.
He couldn't contain himself he had to move, had to ensure she felt as wonderful as he did. He had no idea what he was doing but the way she moved against him, the way she clawed at his back when he moved a certain way told him exactly what to do - what she wanted. He moved against her, not realising how hard he was moving up into her, squashing her against the wall, but she responded by tightening herself around him using muscles she had never known she had.
They moved against each other without thought - up, down, around. He pushed into her and pulled out and she commanded him with her movements. Neither was really prepared for the sensations that the other invoked nor were they ready for their orgasms when they hit. Hermione's moving through her abdomen quickly then flaring out through her body. Harry felt her tighten around him, felt her come and felt himself responding, with one final thrust up into her he felt his world explode and disappear and then come back into focus, on Hermione.
She smiled at him, a lazy smile that showed she felt satisfied and thoroughly worn out. Harry felt as though his legs would give out at any moment, Hermione barely weighed anything but he felt as though he had a re-occurring case of bonelessness and it was settling firmly throughout his body. He pulled out of her and let her down to the ground, she rocked for a moment before straightening and standing on her own. He reached down and grabbed his shirt. Muttering a quick cleaning spell on the floor and wall before he placed it there and sat pulling her with him to sit between his legs pulled up against his chest. He rested his head on top of hers and felt calm for the first time in a long time.
They remained like that as their bodies calmed down and their breathing returned to normal. Hermione pulled away from him and reached for his discarded cloak wrapping it around them.
"We should probably move," Harry said acknowledging the fact they were in a broom closet.
"Why?" Hermione asked snuggling down into his chest and laying her head against his shoulder giving him
easy access to her neck. He forgot the question for a moment as he dropped his head down and trailed kisses from her
ear down to her shoulder and back again.
"Harry?" Hermione may like what he was doing but she hated to have a question unanswered.
"Right," he said pulling himself out of his Hermione daze. "We are in a broom closet, so I thought I'd give you the option I'm quite comfy myself I have the prettiest girl in my lap."
Hermione smiled at him and turned her neck to kiss him soundly on the lips. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms more
securely around her.
"Are we supposed to have a deep and meaningful discussion now?" Harry asked, not really wanting to but
confused about post-sex etiquette.
"Not unless you feel there is anything unclear."
"No, I'm perfectly clear just checking." Harry decided quiet was the way to go and dropped his head down to her neck so he could kiss her when he felt like it and also take in her fabulous scent.
Time passed and neither Harry nor Hermione were inclined to move but Hermione asked anyway,
"What's happening on the map?"
Harry pulled the map from the ground when it had been discarded and opened it, unlocking it and looking at the
parchment he was shocked by what he saw.
"Damn, Snape's still outside." Harry said looking at the map. He didn't really care this was nice;
having Hermione in his arms.
"No he isn't."
"Huh?" Harry was confused until Hermione got her wand mumbled something over the map. Snape's label
disappeared and the corridors around them were safe. Suddenly the light went off above Harry's head.
"You! You planned this?"
"I had to, I've be throwing hints at you for three years I figured it was about time I took action."
"True, I should have done this before now but now you must be punished."
"Mr Potter! I am shocked how could you think such a thing."
"Please, Miss Granger. I do not think you understand me. I now have to truly torture you for being mean to
me." Harry thought for a moment as colour rose on Hermione's cheeks and a mischievous smile lit her face.
"I think I'll start here." Harry smiled as his mouth descended onto Hermione's neck. He stayed
attached when she began to giggle and began to torture her using his lips, tongue and teeth.