Title: Quidditch Seduction
Author: Moonbeam
Spoilers: all 5 books but I'm still in denial over Sirius' death so it is not mentioned. Voldie's dead
mainly because I say so and they are in 7th year.
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 get over my excitement about having seen Metallica but it is long so it took long to write. For
anyone interested Metallic was very very good, even if they didn't play 'For Whom The Bell Tolls',
oh well.
Note 2: Apparently my grammer is bad, I had another person edit this as well as myself and we couldn't find any
problems - unless they are accidents. But it could be because I'm Australian - I'm not sure if the grammer is
different like the spelling, either way.
Author's Note: God, I've written a lot of smut lately but hey I'll keep going if you want it. This was
actually written in response to some feedback I received. Lordanhur said that s/he thought that
Hermione would pull out the Quidditch seduction to calm him down. I played a bit and I doubt Harry will be calmed by
Hermione's little ploy but dammit I want to have some naughty little fun.
Author's Notes 2: I have decided to send out a longer story. This was originally going to be a one-parter and then
it got extended and elongated and now it's 24 pages long (it is finished though) and I figure I will instead
torment you with the releasing of it slowly. I will update when I feel like it and you should know, I WILL BE
SWAYED BY FEEDBACK!!!
Challenge: First person to explain 'my' singlet gets the next chapter early.
Hermione checked the spell on her body one more time. The only way to tell for sure was to go into her dorm and see if Lavender or Parvati said anything; surely they would say something if they saw her wandering around in her underwear. She drew in a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom and into her dorm room. She watched them both as Lavender looked up and narrowed her eyes; the spell obviously hadn't worked.
"Nice skirt Hermione. When did you get it?" Lavender asked
"My mum sent it to me." Hermione replied breathing out; she was glad that the spell was in fact working.
"It's cool. I'm glad it's not going to be cold for the match today." Parvati piped in looking up and at Hermione with a smile.
"Me too," Hermione said returning the smile as she grabbed her cloak and made her way out of the dorm and down into the common room. She knew Harry wouldn't be in the common room yet but he'd be down to breakfast and really she couldn't ruin the surprise.
Ron was in the common room sitting in front of an empty fire place looking just as nervous as he did before every game but his face brightened when he saw Hermione; finally someone who wouldn't talk about Quidditch. She moved over and sat down next to him with a smile on her face. This day was shaping up well, but she had to cheer Ron up before it could get better.
"Ron, unless the entire team comes down with a case of my flying ability and Slytherin suddenly has your and Harry's abilities there is no way you can lose today. We are five-hundred points ahead in the Quidditch Cup there is no way we can lose, so breathe and relax."
"I know but dammit I'm still nervous." Ron smiled. Leave it to Hermione to pick today to start a conversation about Quidditch … she was making him feel better though.
"Would it make you feel any better if I reminded you that Dumbledore approved the celebration tonight and that he gave permission for Luna to come into our common room so that you two could sicken everyone?"
"Yes," Ron's demeanour changed immediately. The nervousness about the game forgotten, replaced with thoughts about all that he could get up to with Luna allowed in Gryffindor tower.
"So, are you prepared for the Potions test on Monday?" Hermione said with an evil smirk.
"Dammit, you are evil you know that right. I was having nice happy thoughts and you had to throw Snape into the mix."
"Yeah, I know but it's fun." Hermione smiled.
After Sirius' death Ron and Hermione had had a long talk and decided that they had to stop fighting for Harry's sake. They both loved him dearly and if nothing else they had that in common. The month that the three spent at the Burrow together had helped things; they found themselves working to cheer Harry up and them getting along so well made Harry happier. Ron had agreed to spend more time on his schoolwork if Hermione agreed to calm down about his work. He would never dream of coming between her and her work, that would be a death wish worse than being one of Harry Potter's best friends. After a few slip-ups and seeing what it did to Harry the two agreed that they preferred to get along. After that they had found a happy balance neither had expected; light jests instead of biting, snarky comments and they found themselves much happier too. Now Hermione took quite a bit of pleasure in teasing Ron about his sweet, almost sickeningly so, relationship with Luna; the girl had him wrapped around her little finger. Now the three were stronger and happier than ever, Ron even liked Crookshanks.
"Between you and Luna I'll be lucky to survive Hogwarts." Ron said exasperated but smiling regardless.
"Poor Ronnikins," said a voice from above. Harry walked around the couch and flopped into the armchair
across from them.
"Morning," he said inclining his head towards Hermione.
"Harry, you look tired." Hermione said in lieu of a greeting. Hermione was having trouble keeping the Hippogriffs floating around in her stomach under control. He looked deliciously rumpled and she was going to go out on a very long limb today, the two were proving to be a dangerous combination.
"I am, but don't worry no nightmares. Just plain old inability to sleep."
"There is nothing plain or old about that, I'm worried about you. And you haven't had any nightmares since Voldemort's defeat so I should hope they wouldn't start again."
"I'll be fine, I swear. It's just the last game of Quidditch I'll ever play at Hogwarts." Harry's eyes reminded Hermione of a lost puppy, a lost green-eyed puppy - but the reaction was the same regardless.
Hermione's face softened and she smiled at him. This must be hard; the very first thing he found he was good at
without his scar being involved and now it was ending, sort of.
"Well it's not the last game you'll ever play. I know it's sad but just remember this also means that
you'll be starting a whole new Quidditch career."
"I know." Harry began to perk up. Hermione was right; she was always right.
His decision to be an Auror had begun to change the day he had lost Sirius but it was cemented the night he had been forced to kill Voldemort. He didn't want to have anything to do with Dark Magic for as long as he possibly could. Being a Quidditch player was, therefore, the obvious choice and he had had many offers since before the beginning of the year. Now he had it narrowed down to Chudley Cannons or Puddlemere United; one would make Ron very happy and the other would put him back in touch with Oliver Wood, but he just couldn't decide. He might leave the decision until he knew what Hermione and Ron were going to be doing; he wanted to stay close to them.
Hermione smiled, the two boys around her were happy and later today she would see if Harry felt anything for her. She just hoped he did. Looking at her watch she saw it was time for breakfast and stood; followed, almost without thought, by Ron and Harry.
The three walked down the corridors, Hermione aware of some of the looks she received. Ron may be off the market and story of what happened if that was forgotten had travelled quickly around the castle, but new gossip was discovered before the hexes on that poor girl had even faded. Harry however, was considered to be the cutest guy in the whole castle. Malfoy had a brooding, dark side that many girls responded to but he just wasn't 'The Boy Who Lived'. Hermione did hope that the brooding, bad boy angst did go somewhere, for Ginny's sake; if she was going to carry on an illicit affair with him she had best be getting something out of it - but Hermione couldn't say anything to Ginny, after all Hermione didn't know anything about it. She knew many girls glared behind her back and whispered some very mean things about her simply because she was in constant contact with Harry Potter. Even more were sent her way because Harry usually used her as an excuse to not be able to go out with the numerous girls who asked. Hermione couldn't fault him however since each and every time it was the truth but that didn't stop her from finding some very disturbing things written on the bathroom stall walls.
She had been most hurt in the beginning; when she hadn't been sure how she felt about Harry to begin with. But now, now that she knew exactly what she felt for him she couldn't help but feel happy that all these girls thought she might actually have his heart. That was the reason behind what she was doing today; to see if it was true that maybe he did have feelings for her that went beyond being best friends. She had studied him and dropped hints but nothing had ever happened so she was forced to take some drastic action, a month of research whenever she could had led to the plan that she had begun this morning. The spell was simple; it made people see you differently to how you actually were, good for spies and people in hiding, she had just modified to so that people would see what you were wearing differently to what you actually had on. That spell and one to ensure she was kept warm and clean in what she chose to wear were the only help she needed - and a contraception charm just in case anything occurred, which she was pretty sure wouldn't happen. Then it was just a case of buying something to wear that would provide the right reaction. She had found it one day in Hogsmeade when she had left Ron and Harry in Honeydukes. She had been making her way to the book store but thinking about what she could possibly wear, it wasn't like she could just pop down to the shop and buy something overtly revealing to make Harry realise she was a girl. Then she'd seen it, how she had missed it until now she didn't know but, standing before her was Moonbeam's Lingerie Shoppe - perfect.
She walked over to it and casting a quick glance around to see if anyone could see her she slipped into the shop. She was a little surprised that no one was at the counter but she had no doubts that when she wanted to be served someone would come out. She took a look around, some of the things were plain muggle bras and things but one section was set up with different undergarments; corsets, garters and a few things Hermione didn't even know the name of. She had always had a love of corsets, she had never been able to explain it but there was something about them that she liked. But that wasn't what she wanted, she wanted something a little more dramatic - something to turn Harry's head. She walked around; there was the usual lace, satin, and a small section of velvet. Plus behind a curtain towards the back of the store some very interesting things using leather and some lace, she'd have to come back and check that out if Harry came around. She continued to look around until she found the rack she wanted. All the underclothes were vibrant colours and she had a sneaking suspicion that they may have been designed with purposes like hers in mind.
The bras were made with a gentle material that bordered on indecent given the almost transparency of some of the fabrics used, not to mention the low cut cups. The panties were low cut and just like she liked them; bikini cut but cut to sit higher on her hips than most. How many people would be shocked to find out she actually had an underwear preference or what it was? But that aside she began searching the racks and picking out the sets that especially caught her eye. When she had gone through the whole section and was loaded down she moved off to the dressing rooms and began trying them on; unfortunately she loved them all. The two that she thought looked the best though was a blue set that got brighter when they got warmer, and a green pair that changed colour according to your mood; when she had thought of Harry they had become the colour of his eyes and had yet to change. She was on the last set and sighed deciding she liked them too; a hot pink set with a booster cup and a dash of lace, but they weren't as good as the other two so she put them in the 'put back' pile.
She was about the change back into her normal underclothes when she noticed a few corsets and garter belts sitting in the corner of her stall. She didn't remember seeing them before but a quick look proved they were in her size and she couldn't resist; she had to try them on. The first was made of a harsher material than the other two but on the inside it was soft and silky to the touch. She slipped it on and let out a surprised gasp when it did itself up, after she had put the matching underwear on and attached the garter belt she looked up. She had breasts, she admitted that she wasn't overly gifted in the breast department nor was she really lacking. She was actually quite happy with them but damn they did look good like this; pushed up and together really did make a difference. She liked this one, it was just plain black but it showed her pale skin and curves nicely. She took it off and moved to the next one; hot pink one with white ties. With a smile she noticed that when the fabric was heated little white stars darted across her breasts and backside.
When she put the last one on she fell in love; it was blood red and the ties were a pale silvery colour with a shimmer similar to opals. It had sharper lines than the other two and sunk lower in the back, sitting below her shoulder blades. It stopped just above her waist but tapered down at the front into a short 'v' which ended at her belly button, attached to the tip was a small tear drop stone the same colour as the ties. At the top the fabric rose to peaks halfway along her breasts and then down to show as much flesh as possible, the effect was even more elegant than the other two though. She turned around and looked at the back, the criss-crossing ties stood stark against the material and were tied in an intricate bow at the small of her back. The garter was made of the same red material and it was decorated with lace in the same colour as the ties, the clips were the shape and colour as the teardrop stone. And the sheer stockings that came with the outfit showed flashes of red and opal as she moved. The panties were blood red too and at the front there was a small section that was done with the same design as the ties at the back of the corset. The ties were thin and at the bottom instead of a bow sat another small teardrop stone. She loved it, the way it made her feel and look. She had to get it but she liked the two normal sets as well. Could she afford all three? She decided to get redressed before she made her decision and with a sigh she changed back into her normal clothes.
Hermione looked at the prices, she could afford all three sets but it would mean she couldn't buy anything else today and she had had her eyes on a book at Hayley and Jess's Bookshop but it seemed she'd have to wait until next time. She smiled and opened the door, turning back to pick up the discarded items she was surprised to find them gone already. She turned back and made her way out of the stall and over to the counter, not surprised to find a woman standing there now. The tall woman smiled at her and looked at the items she held with a knowing smile.
"I knew you'd love that one, but I thought you'd look good in the others too." The woman said, this must be Moonbeam; the owner.
Hermione's eyes flew to hers, that was where the corsets had come from - she had good taste. Hermione took a moment to study the woman while she took all the hangers off the items and folded them all up neatly. She was tall with a friendly smile and a twinkle in her eye that told Hermione she had a pretty good idea what she wanted these things for. She was dressed in normal muggle clothes, a pair of jeans and a singlet, which proclaimed 'My name is Love, Spike's my bitch'. Hermione wasn't entirely sure what this meant but the woman made her feel comfortable and less nervous than she normally would be when buying underwear.
Hermione smiled at Moonbeam,
"Thanks, I didn't want to grab some myself but I doubt I would have picked that one up anyway."
"That's fine. I love to watch and see what people really want, a lot of the time they don't want to try it on but I enjoy fulfilling those little fantasies woman have about their underwear. Even if you are the only one to see it you should feel sexy."
"Yeah, I agree." Hermione looked at the price written on the rice paper screen that displayed the items and their prices and was glad that her parents had sent her a bit extra money this year. But she handed it over gladly and felt happy about her purchases; one of these had to capture Harry's attention even if she had to do a strip tease in the common room to get him to notice her.
"Well dear I certainly hope he likes them." Hermione looked a little shocked, she had not expected Moonbeam to say anything. "Sweetie, the look on your face means only one thing. He's a daft git and you've reached your last shred of patience. Believe me I know the feeling - it's what made me start the shop. But if he doesn't notice you in this stuff then a swift kick to the behind should help. Though it will make you feel better, if that fails too perhaps you should just jump him." Moonbeam chuckled at Hermione's look.
Hermione gave the idea some thought; it had merits, perhaps that was the way to go. Moonbeam seemed to know what she was thinking because her laughter grew. Moonbeam handed her the package that simply said 'Moonbeam'. Hermione thanked her before walking out of the store.
She made her way back over to Honeydukes and was not at all surprised to find Harry and Ron still inside. Hermione made her way in and dragged them out leading the way to 'The Three Broomsticks'; she had just enough left for a butterbeer.
After they had sat down Ron saw her purchase and asked if she'd gotten the book she'd gone to buy.
"No, I found something else and it costed more than I thought so I'll get the book some other time."
"But you've been wanting that book for ages." Harry said looking up. "What could have been more important?"
"Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter. Let's just drink."
Harry nodded and went back to his drink. After they had finished Harry excused himself; he needed to go to Gladrags since yet another of his tops had disappeared. Hermione felt slightly guilty given that she'd taken to stealing them, but she couldn't help it; they smelled like Harry and they were much more comfortable than hers were. Besides he couldn't really complain; whenever they were taken to be washed they would make their way back to him, thanks to Dobby, and she'd have to steal another one. Why then did he have to buy more? But she supposed she might not be the only one borrowing them, after all half the female population would pay for one. That thought made her feel slightly homicidal, no one else was allowed to do such a thing. She smiled at him when she realised when she'd stolen another yesterday all the others had been there. He must just need some more shirts. Ron and Hermione left since Hermione had promised to help a couple of third years with their Transfiguration work and Ron had to meet Luna at Madam Puddifoot's.
That night when Hermione returned from her tutoring session the book she had wanted to get 'The Gypsy Guide to Fairies, Lycan and Dragons' was sitting tied with a bow on her bed. Harry. She smiled as she went to her bed and laid down to read. Her homework could wait.