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7 Days (In Time Series 1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 14334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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It was one of those quintessentially hot English summer days and almost everyone in the Burrow except Hermione had decamped to the fields with a picnic to spend the day playing Quidditch. Molly had gone to Diagon Alley to do some shopping and was spending the afternoon visiting elderly relatives and wasn’t going to be back until late so Hermione knew there was no chance of being disturbed, not that anyone would enter Arthur’s shed — Hermione knew she was the only person ever to have done so without permission.
She paused outside the door for a moment before opening it, thinking about what she was about to do. Hermione knew she was taking a huge risk by intruding on Arthur after he had already dismissed her once, but she honestly had no choice. The shed was the only place secluded enough for Hermione to be able to act on her impulses; she couldn’t do anything in the main house where anyone could come across them. Anyway, this was something that needed to stay in the shed, away from the rest of the family and particularly away from Molly who would, quite understandably, be outraged and hurt if she knew about Hermione’s feelings for her husband.
Hermione had no interest in breaking up Molly and Arthur’s marriage. She wasn’t that callous nor was she so in love with Arthur that she believed it was possible. She just wanted a little affection from someone with a bit more experience than Ron, and she was certain that with the right coercion Arthur could provide her with the attention she so desperately desired from him.
However hard he had tried to push her away the day before Hermione knew that there was far more than just a flicker of interest at her suggestion that she become part of Arthur’s collection. She had seen the desire in his eyes, even if only momentarily. Now she needed to reinforce the message and convince Arthur that anything they did inside the shed would have no impact on his life outside of it.
Hermione took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside the shed before closing it behind her. Although it was slightly muggy in here it was pleasingly dim after the bright sunlight. It was warm and cosy and felt almost womblike. Actually, if anything it felt slightly naughty.
Arthur, who was reading one of his Muggle maintenance manuals, looked towards the door, a frown already crossing his face.
‘Not again, Hermione. I told you yesterday that you couldn’t come in here. Why aren’t you with Ron and Harry? You should be out having fun in the sun with them, not pestering me.’
‘And I told you I’m part of your collection, Mr Weasley,’ Hermione answered. ‘That means you can do whatever you want with me — can examine me to see what makes me tick, the same way you do with your appliances and all the other Muggle stuff you have in here.’ She waved her hand around the shed towards the piles of Muggle equipment laying around all over the place.
‘That’s not the same thing at all.’ Arthur’s tone was stiff as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.
He still couldn’t believe that Hermione had returned despite his previous lecture about why it wasn’t suitable for her to be here. It was obviously flattering that such a beautiful young woman was interested in him, but it was completely inappropriate. But even as he prepared to send her away for the second time, Arthur knew that deep inside there was part of him that wasn’t so noble, that wasn’t anywhere near as averse to the idea she had planted in his mind and felt little guilt at what taking Hermione up on her offer could involve.
He had spent all night battling with the demon inside him, unable to sleep as it suggested in grotesque detail all the things he could do with a compliant Hermione without anyone being any the wiser. As long as what they did stayed inside the shed no one would ever know he had slipped into the dark side, that he had reneged on his marriage vows. But would it stay inside the shed? That was something Arthur couldn’t guarantee nor was he willing to take the risk.
‘This is wrong, Hermione. You shouldn’t be here . . . shouldn’t be suggesting this. You need to go,’ he told her gruffly. ‘I told you before that I don’t like people being in here. It’s my solitary space.’
But almost as if she could read his mind, Hermione shrugged, a smile still on her face. ‘In here I’m just another Muggle artefact, no different to that toaster over there or that Walkman.’ She picked up the cassette player laying on the bench and examined it for a moment before putting it back down. ‘You study them, so why not me? It’s no different and whatever happens in here stays in here, it doesn’t go outside the shed.’
Arthur said nothing but his heart was racing at her words. He stared at Hermione worriedly, trying to work out how to get her to leave without unduly upsetting her, when she moved away from the bench and towards him.
She put her hand on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear, ‘I won’t say anything to anyone, Mr Weasley. It’s our little secret . . . and it’s only in here.’
Her soft fingers gently stroked his cheek and Arthur felt goose bumps rise all over his body.
Hermione moved away to trail her fingers along the workbench instead, aware that her arousal from being so close to the object of her affection had made her nipples erect. She could feel them, stiff and slightly sore, just as she could feel the dampness in her knickers. She had no idea why Arthur Weasley affected her as much as he did, but ever since she had come to the Burrow to spend some time with her two best friends before returning to the reopening Hogwarts to complete her education she had been permanently aroused by the man who should have been like a father to her.
Whatever the reason, Hermione was finding the arousal unbearable to live with, so she had come up with this plan to hopefully satiate her own needs, yet keep life at the Burrow as normal as possible for both her and Arthur. The Hermione Granger who was friends with Ron couldn’t possibly be allowed to fancy her best friend’s father and certainly couldn’t take steps to seduce him, potentially ending his long-standing marriage into the bargain. But Hermione the Muggle artefact could take her place in Arthur’s shed and anything that happened in there would remain a secret, locked away forever.
‘In here I’m your toy, just an object for you to examine and play with,’ Hermione continued, her voice quiet and persuasive. She could see Arthur staring at her breasts, seemingly unable to take his eyes off them. A small but growing ache of need flared inside her and she moved another step closer to him. ‘Nothing goes outside this shed.’
Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, allowing him a second’s respite from the sight of Hermione’s breasts. He was trying not to look at her but couldn’t seem to stop himself. She was dressed in a flimsy summer top and a pair of shorts and they showed her trim body off to perfection. She was quite clearly aroused. It wasn’t at all cold in the shed but Hermione’s nipples were stiff, poking through the silky fabric and the sight was enough to make his mouth water and his cock stiffen in response. The temptation to take her at her word was great, but Arthur knew he had to stay strong. He couldn’t succumb, couldn’t allow himself to get drawn into something that he knew he shouldn’t do. Somehow, he had to get Hermione to leave.
Hermione bit her bottom lip as if debating something, then before Arthur could say or do anything to stop her, she pulled her top off, discarding it on the workbench behind her. She put her hands up behind her head, to smooth down her unruly hair as she stared at him, the movement pulling her already pert breasts higher, making them bounce a little.
Arthur closed his eyes again, clenching his hands into fists as he tried to calm his breathing determined not to show that Hermione was getting to him. He opened his eyes and forced himself to stare at her face, not her breasts with those oh-so-succulent nipples, and hardened his expression.
‘You need to put your top back on and leave immediately, please, Hermione.’ Arthur was disconcerted at how husky his voice sounded and hoped Hermione wouldn’t notice.
Hermione pouted but ignored his request. Instead, she put a hand under each breast, cupping them and pushing them up as she moved closer to Arthur.
‘I know you want to touch my breasts . . . want to play with them, and I want you to as well,’ she told him in a small breathy voice clearly designed to arouse. ‘You should examine me the same way you do with all your other artefacts. It’s no different.’
‘You know that’s not true,’ Arthur said.
Hermione smiled. ‘It can be. You just have to accept that I’m part of your collection.’
‘I can’t,’ Arthur said sounding pained. He shook his head to accentuate the fact.
‘You can,’ Hermione told him. ‘You just have to reach out and touch me.’
‘No! You need to leave.’ There was a pleading quality to Arthur’s voice now although the huskiness hadn’t left and his cock, now fully erect, was throbbing.
‘Please don’t send me away, Mr Weasley,’ Hermione begged quietly. ‘I’m just another item in your collection. Please, let me stay.’
Her voice was every bit as seductive as the sight of her semi-naked body, Arthur realised, as his cock reminded him once again that it was there. He licked his lips as he rapidly calculated the chance of getting caught if he gave in to temptation. The immediate answer was none, but if Hermione was lying then he could lose everything.
‘Please?’ Hermione said again, her eyes mirroring the tone of her words.
‘This doesn’t go outside the shed,’ Arthur warned.
Hermione nodded then sighed blissfully as his hands reached out, her own dropping away as he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh. She closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being touched.
‘No one must know about this,’ Arthur insisted again a few minutes later.
‘I promise,’ Hermione managed to say before a small whimper escaped her lips.
Arthur’s hands had stopped squeezing for the moment, his fingers now playing with Hermione’s nipples instead, twisting and pulling them as he noted with interest how much they were growing. Fascinated, he began to experiment, eager to see how different methods impacted on the size and colour of her nipples, the small nubs now at least double the size they had been before he touched her. They were turning red from the pinching, too, and Arthur suspected they were getting sore.
Hermione cried out as he twisted, pulling the nipple as he did so, extending it even further. The pain was exquisite and was making her even more aroused, and a little light-headed.
‘No noise,’ Arthur warned, as his free hand pressed over her mouth to keep her quiet.
A moment later Hermione felt a jolt of pleasure as Arthur’s mouth replaced his fingers on her nipple, his warm, wet tongue lapping over the smarting skin, soothing it, making her want to scream with joy. He caught the engorged nub and sucked hard on it as she gasped, trying desperately not to make a sound.
Arthur stopped and stared at her, excited at the signs of heightened arousal Hermione was exhibiting. Again his mouth dipped, sucking and biting. His hand was back on her other breast, no longer worried about her crying out. Instead, he focussed on seeing how far he could stoke her arousal. Could he make her cum just from playing with her breasts? Arthur was convinced he could and having had the thought was determined to make it a reality.
It took almost half an hour of constant attention although he enjoyed every minute of it, as did Hermione. Arthur watched with interest as her skin began to colour, her face turning pink as her breathing became shallow and rapid. She had her eyes closed and leant back against the workbench as if she was having trouble standing.
Her orgasm began as a quiet shiver, punctuated by a low moan as if she was in pain, ending with a gasp. Arthur was worried that he had hurt her somehow without realising what he was doing but then understood that the colour in her cheeks had increased and she was glowing — he had achieved his goal.
Hermione was a little stunned, not quite sure how she had lost control so badly. She was really enjoying what Arthur was doing to her but she had never expected him to make her cum, not just from fondling and sucking her breasts.
She had always assumed that orgasms required rather more intimate contact and found it interesting that such a minor act could have such a devastating effect on her body. Maybe her desire for Arthur had increased her capacity to be stimulated. After all, she had already been supremely aroused, and his wonderfully rough hands and luscious mouth had expertly teased and tortured her relatively naïve body beyond anything she had experienced previously.
But now she suddenly felt embarrassed, worried that Arthur would be amused at what he had managed to achieve, would think her a joke and would push her away again when that was the last thing Hermione wanted. If anything, what had happened had increased her arousal still further and she wanted more. She wanted Arthur to touch her in other places, wanted to touch him in return — surely, he must have an erection that needed sorting?
‘You enjoyed that.’ It wasn’t a question. Arthur’s voice was husky still, giving away his arousal as he studied Hermione.
Hermione nodded, seeming unable to speak and Arthur’s heart soared knowing he had been right. But looking at her now she seemed embarrassed, and it made the good feeling disappear in an instant, instead leaving him anxious and guilty. He should never have given in, should never have taken advantage of Hermione however much she seemed to want it. He had been a fool and in letting himself go had caused Merlin only knew how much damage — both to Hermione and to his marriage, if she told Molly what had happened.
A small spark of annoyance flared deep within him that Hermione had been the one to start it. She had led him on, had removed her top, tempting him and almost forcing him into acting with her seductive words and honeyed smiles. Arthur tamped down the feeling knowing it was just his guilt talking. Hermione was young and obviously hadn’t realised what she was getting herself into. The fault was his for not reigning himself in.
Hermione put her top back on, all the while staring at Arthur wondering what he was thinking. There had been that momentary look of triumph which had made her stomach swirl as butterflies did a mad dance, understanding that he didn’t think her stupid or naïve and that he was as aroused as she was. But almost as quickly as the look came it disappeared to be replaced by something she didn’t understand at all, and she had the feeling that whatever they had just shared was gone — just like that.
Feeling awkward now, Hermione wrapped her arms around her shoulders as if she was cold, wondering if she ought to say something, whether she ought to apologise for what had happened; she had been the one to start it, after all. She had been convinced that Arthur wanted it too. He hadn’t been a reluctant participant, but suddenly she felt like an outsider again — felt she was intruding and she needed to leave. There would be no further intimacy between them today.
The thought made her sad, the crash that much more acute after the intense high she had so recently experienced. Her desire was still there, every bit as strong as it had been in the immediate aftermath of her orgasm, but she was wary now and didn’t want to risk doing anything to damage this suddenly fragile relationship.
Hermione tried to smile normally although it felt fake and she suspected Arthur realised that. Keeping her voice as light as she could manage she said, ‘I suppose I should go and see how the others are getting on with their Quidditch. They’ll probably wonder where I’ve got to.’
Arthur nodded. He was trying to force down the uncomfortable feeling that had invaded him and ruined his mood. Hermione wanted to run away. He wanted to stop her, wanted to apologise for his behaviour and beg her not to think badly of him, not to say anything to Molly, but instead, he gave her a false smile.
‘I’m sure they’ve missed you.’ He was surprised at how curt his voice sounded.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, they won’t. They think I’m studying and they know I don’t like being out in the sun for too long.’ She bit her lip, not sure what to say next.
‘I expect Molly will be home shortly. It’s almost dinner time,’ Arthur said.
‘Probably.’ The mention of Arthur’s wife made Hermione feel even more uncomfortable. She wasn’t supposed to intrude into the shed and the fact that Arthur had mentioned her meant he felt guilty about what they had done and was pushing her away. It was definitely time to leave.
Hermione walked towards the door and opened it, then looked back.
‘Thank you, Mr Weasley,’ she said quietly and gave him a genuine smile, determined to show him how much she had enjoyed what he had done.
She walked out into the sunshine, closing the door behind her.
Arthur stared at the closed door, feeling completely confused. He had thought Hermione wanted nothing more than to get away from him, that she regretted what had happened between them, but that smile at the end — it gave a completely different message. And she had thanked him.
Whatever had happened between them was over, and thank Merlin it hadn’t been anything too serious. They had stopped in time. Arthur knew he should be grateful that he had escaped unscathed, but now that little demon inside him was regretting jumping to conclusions when there had been a chance for so much more to happen.
He realised he still had an erection. Despite whatever had happened in the aftermath that hadn’t been dulled. If he had played things differently he too could have cum, he could have felt Hermione’s soft hands returning the pleasure he had bestowed upon her.
Arthur sighed and walked over to the workbench and picked up his screwdriver. Hopefully, rewiring a few plugs would be enough to take his mind off what he had missed out on; would stop him from thinking about Hermione and all the other things he still so desperately wanted to do with her, even though he knew he shouldn’t.
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