Harmione One Shots

Control

Summary: Harry thinks he's in control, but Hermione's just a bit too clever.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Anonymous on Ao3

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"What?" Hermione gasped as she was thrown back onto Harry's bed. She stared up at him as he loomed over her, his eyes dark.

Upon seeing her expression however, he paused, and his face changed. "Is this okay? You, er, said you were up for trying something new."

"Yeah," Hermione breathed. "Yeah, it's fine. It's good, actually. I'm just surprised."

"Good." The word came out of him as part-growl as the darkness returned to his features. He became a predator, climbing over her and kissing her with a savage intensity, his mouth and teeth then dragging down to her neck.

A small cry burst from her as he bit down on her flesh, and he froze. "You alright?"

"Yes! Keep going!" She insisted.

He did as commanded, his hands rising to claw at her robes. She helped him tug them off of her. Then he kissed down to the collar of her shirt. She expected him to start unbuttoning the shirt, but he didn't, simply continuing to kiss her through the material.

She gasped when he reached her stomach, his kisses through the thin cotton material tickling a bit. Then he continued down to the hem of her skirt, and she started to tense in anticipation.

His hand trailed up her thigh, his fingers leaving tingling flesh in their wake. When he reached her underwear, his fingers toyed with the damp fabric for a bit.

"You want me?"

"Obviously," she replied impatiently, eager for him to push the fabric aside and properly touch her.

He did no such thing, simply continuing to toy with her through the panties as she soaked them more. His head dropped down and nudged her skirt out of the way, pressing a kiss to the front of the material.

"Harry!"

He gave a low, sinister chuckle. "Yes?"

"Touch me already!"

He placed another kiss through the underwear. "All in good time." Another kiss dropped below the earlier ones, closer to her mound but not close enough.

"Harry!" Her shout was half-anger and half-plea.

He ignored her, pressing another kiss just above her slit. She tried to buck up against his face, but he pinned her down with his hand.

"Fuck," she whined.

"Language. Two points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger."

She glared at her fellow prefect. "I'll take a lot more points than that if you don't take my underwear off right this second."

He smirked at her, but finally complied, pulling her underwear off and placing a kiss on her calf and another on her thigh on the way back up.

Reaching down, she seized his head and tried to smash his face against her slit, but he resisted. "Oh no you don't." In a flash, his hands were pinning hers against her thighs, and his predatory expression was back. "I'm in control right now."

"Then touch me!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please, Harry!" This was likely the most pitiful she had sounded since she was a six-year-old girl trapped on a slide by her rambunctious classmates.