"We'll need to practice a bit, apparating and disapparating under the cloak. So we can do it quickly."
Harry was on the bed, catching and releasing the snitch. "Now?"
I looked at him, really what the hell else did we have to do? "Yes, now."
"I need motivation first."
"What?"
He put the snitch away, standing up and coming to me where I was curled on the chair. He lifted me up and sat me back down on his lap. I tried to ignore the hard length of his cock pressed against my arse.
His hand came up to tangle in my hair, almost too tightly. "You're not in charge, Hermione."
I stared at him not knowing what to say and he yanked me closer. He didn't seem angry with me, just... something else I couldn't describe.
"Who's in charge, Hermione?" He asked me, his voice low.
"Y–you are." I whispered back hesitantly, squeezing my thighs together in embarrassment.
He gave a brief hum of agreement to that, his hands sliding under my shirt to pull it off. "We'll practice apparitions after."
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
