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Ensnared	By : Reader458 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 77223 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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AN/ If you wish to see the picture that inspired this fic, google "Hermione devil snare" without quotes and the pic is the one from dailylaughs.eu Thanks to clell65619 for posting it where I could see it.

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Hermione relaxed, and the plant let her slowly descend. Ron's screams seemed to annoy it though, as she suddenly was held still and his scream was cut off.

"Harry, what happened?" she called up.

"The plant knocked Ron out. I guess he will come down through it too."

"I'm not so sure of that. I'm still held he-eek!" A vine of the plant had speared in though the neck of her sweater and started wrapping around her chest.

"Hermione, what is it?" Harry called, trying to stay still.

"The Devils Snare isn't behaving as it shoULD!" Another vine had joined the first.

Harry tried to peer down though the plant, before he felt himself sinking. The whole plant was twisting and turning now, creating a hollow in the middle of itself, large enough to hold them both stretched. When the movement stopped they were hanging spread eagle, facing each other.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry asked, pulling fruitlessly on the vines holding him.

"I don't know, none of the books said anything about this." Hermione watched as a vine grabbed Harry's left shoe and pulled it off, before doing the same with his right. Then she felt her own shoes twitch and get pulled off.

Two vines had grabbed the bottom of Harry's sweater and were in the process of pulling it up, and Hermione felt the ones inside her sweater reaching down and doing the same. The garment momentarily obscured her vision, and when she could see again harry was topless. Looking up at her own arms she saw the vines that had raised the sweater now switching to hold her arms, and the one holding her arms lifting the sweater completely off her. Looking back at Harry she saw that the same must have happened to him, as his sweater was now falling to the floor, seemingly whole.

"It's undressing us," she said in a disbelieving tone.

Harry's eyes snapped to her when he heard this, just in time to see four vines darting up and inside her camisole top. Apparently the plant took exception to Hermione wearing more clothes than Harry, as it ripped the garment to shreds. Harry knew he should look away, but he couldn't seem to muster the will to do so. Her small breasts enticed him as nothing ever had before. He couldn't get enough of them, and he so wished he could come closer.

Hermione was blushing a beet red and pulled harshly at the vines. She tried to look away, but a vine wrapped around her head and turned it back. When it released her she tried again and the vine repeated its grab and twist, this time more roughly. She got the hint, and kept her head forward and eyes open, not wanting the plant to correct her again. Seeing Harry with his eyes glued to her chest made her blush harder, but also set of a warm feeling in her stomach. Then she saw his eyes dart up to meet hers and when he saw her looking he started to turn away.

"Harry, don't!" She shouted, not wanting the plant to get agitated again. Harry's head snapped back to her, with his eyes struggling to stay on her face. "Don't turn your head away; the plant wants us to watch."

"What?" Harry was gaping at her.

"I tried to look away before, and the plant forced my head back. We better not try to close our eyes either; I don't want it to poke at them."

Harry nodded before his eyes were drawn to movement by Hermione's legs. Four vines were stretching up her skirt, one on either side of each leg.

Hermione felt the vines when they reached the top of her stockings, about mid thigh. The feeling of them there sent a jolt through her that made the warmth in her belly flare up as a flame. She felt the vines slowly pull her stockings down, caressing her legs as they went. Looking over at Harry she saw his eyes following the progress of the vines with an unblinking gaze, and his socks getting pulled off too.

Again the vines were careful in switching off, leaving her stockings whole. Done with that task, the rose again, grabbing her skirt. At the same time another set grabbed Harry's jeans. In one swift move both were pulled down, leaving them both in just their underwear. While the vines were switching off to get Harry's pants off, both of them were staring at each other. Hermione couldn't take her eyes of the front of Harry's briefs, where a long bulge gave evidence to the effect this had on him. Harry was likewise occupied with the wet spot on Hermione's panties.

As if reading their minds, the plant darted out two vines that caressed them through their underwear, making them both moan. Hermione licked her lips, and unconsciously spread her legs to give better access. Then all of a sudden dozens of vines darted out, grabbed their underwear and ripped them to shreds before pulling back as fast as they came. This left the original vines pressing at their most intimate spots directly.

Both of them were now panting from excitement, all thoughts of struggle having left them. If they could have done anything to make things easier for the plant they would have, but the plant controlled them totally. The vine at Harry's penis slithered around it several turns, before making stroking movements. It was also pushed up tight against his ball sack, separating the two nuts gently. He was completely hairless, just having started puberty.

Hermione's vine used its tip to gently part her nether lips, sliding under first one and then the other. She too was completely hairless, and smooth as silk. Then the vine pulled back and darted up to her face. Focusing on it she realized that it was wet. Both she and Harry were now staring at, and then it moved towards her mouth. She reflexively pulled back, but a gentle tap at the back of her head had her moving it forward and opening her mouth.

She was surprised when the taste wasn't repulsive, just very strange to her. She just had a few seconds to reflect on this, and then the vine retreated back to her girlhood and caressed her again. Half a minute later it left her again, but this time it moved all the way to Harry's face. He eagerly met it with an open mouth and outstretched tongue, moaning as it settled in his mouth. Half a minute later it pulled out of his mouth with a pop, his head stretching forward to catch it. When he looked up at her she saw that his eyes were glazed over with something that made her pussy clench.

The vine moved down to his penis, catching a good dollop of pre-cum before moving back over to Hermione's face. She opened her mouth and licked the vine as it entered, tasting the salty liquid. The taste was just as strange as her own, but she was still driven to get every drop she could. When the vine withdrew she too tried to follow it, with just as little success. The vine returned down to the junction of her legs, where it started a more thorough exploration.

Two new vines joined them, coming down right between them. The vines then split, each moving down and towards the Harry and Hermione. Halfway to them they started rising up again, angling so they passed up between their legs. They didn't stop until they had passed all the way up to their butts, pressing themselves in between their cheeks. The tips of the vines teased their buttholes for a second before they slowly slowly slid inside. Harry and Hermione locked eyes with each other, their mouths wide open and breathing labored.

Both of them wiggled their butts, trying to ease the stretched feeling of their rears. The vines were relentless though, showing inch after inch inside. Thankfully the vines were relatively thin, not stretching them beyond what they could handle. The feeling of their colons getting stuffed was plenty enough to set them squirming though.

Then all of a sudden Harry started breathing even harder and pumping his pelvis forward and back. The vine wrapped around his penis moved with more deliberate strokes, and another, much thicker vine darted up in front of him. The purpose for that became clear when Harry came, as most of his sperm splattered on it. When he was spent, hanging limply in the plants hold, the cum-splattered vine moved over to Hermione who met it with an eagerly open mouth. The vine moved up over her head, making her tilt her head back to follow it. Then it angled down, letting the cum flow down into her mouth. Hermione greedily held it all there, swishing it around with her tongue before swallowing it in one big gulp. She shook from pleasure shooting from her pussy, and she felt wetness sliding down her thighs.

When she looked back to Harry she saw him staring at her intently, his penis again rock hard. She darted her tongue out and licked her lips in a deliberately slow movement. Harry groaned at the sight, his cock swelling even further.

Now the plant switched its focus to her. Vines darted out to caress her chest, playing with her budding breasts. She didn't have much in that department yet, just enough to be visible even with a t-shirt on. The vines used them to their fullest though, massaging them and prodding the nipples. Another vine joined the one at her pussy, this one concentrating on her pleasure button. Slowly, for the first time ever, her tiny clit poked out of its hiding place, and the vine caressed it gently. Hermione's legs were now shaking from the pleasure, especially as the first one continued to caress inside and outside her pussy lips.

The vine in her butt started moving again too, both pumping in and out and coiling around itself inside of her. She spread her legs, mentally urging the vines to give her more pleasure. She soon got her wish as her little button was flicked and stroked, her preteen pussy stroked and her small tight arse fucked.

It didn't take long before her world turned white, and her body went taut. When the world swam into view again she was still gently caressed all over, and even hornier then before. Looking over towards Harry she saw him in rapt attention, his cock jumping up and down in time with his heartbeat. She felt her pussy longing for something to fill it, and she had no doubt as to what, or rather WHO she wanted to do that.

"I want to fuck you," Harry said.

"Me too Harry, I want to fuck you too."

Both of them started to struggle slightly, wanting to be closer. Then the vines that held her legs pulled them as far apart as they could get, and she and Harry were moved closer together. She was tilted slightly backwards, and there was no mistaking the plants intention. They ceased struggling and the movement went faster. They locked eyes, wordlessly communicating their excitement.

When her feet moved passed his hips, her pussy started gushing in anticipation, and at the same time a bead of pre-cum formed at the head of his penis.

A scant second later they touched for the first time since the whole thing had started, and with parts that had never touched anyone else before. His now steel hard cock slowly slipped inside her quivering hole, making them both moan out loud. There was the slightest twinge of pain as Hermione's virgin twelve year old pussy was stretched, but it was drowned out in the torrent of pleasure. The vines in their arses started moving again, heightening their pleasure. They looked into each other's eyes and then started moving their lower bodies. The pleasure was exquisite.

Hermione struggled to tilt forward. "Please, I need to kiss him," she pleaded. The plant obviously understood her, as not a second later she was moved forward and was able to crash her mouth on to Harry's and their tongues started dueling. With all their holes filled with appendages, they soon fell into a rhythm as old as humans themselves.

They didn't register when the vines that held their wrists let go, they just embraced each other and started caressing everything they could reach. A very thin vine sneaked in between them and started stroking her clit, and that set her off into an orgasm. Harry came right after, the milking movements of her small pussy driving him over the edge.

His magic flared, responding to his desperate wish for this to continue, and his cock stayed hard even though he just came. A vine came up from beneath him and started caressing his balls.

They both jumped slightly as the new vine placed itself at the opening of her pussy, right by his penis. Feeling grateful to the plant they adjusted themselves so that the vine could slip in. Both of them gasped at the feelings that gave them, Hermione feeling deliciously stretched and Harry feeling another hard rod stroking against his penis. Three strokes later they came simultaneously, their combined juices dripping down from them.

As they panted, their bodies preparing for another round, they felt the vines in their butts sliding out. Their brief disappointment was swept away when new, much thicker vines replaced them. Both Harry and Hermione threw their heads back and shouted out their pleasure when the vines stretched them beyond anything they had been stretched before. Then they crashed their mouths together again and their fucking became more frantic. Looking into each other's eyes they realized that they would only manage one more time, and decided to make the most of it.

Harry bent his body so that he could suck on Hermione's small breasts. Feeling aggressive, he started biting her nipples. Hermione's loud moan encouraged him to continue, as did her spasming pussy. Hermione in turn dug her fingernails into his back. Her legs wrapped around his pelvis, driving him harder into her pussy.

The vines around them worked overtime, heightening their pleasure. Her little clit was teased, his ball sack was caressed, and both their arses were pounded as hard as they could take.

Suddenly Harry stretched out again, driving into her as hard as he could. "Fuck, coming!" he grunted out.

Hearing that, Hermione felt her own release coming. "Ha-HARRY!" she screamed as she came.

"'Mione!" was Harry's answering roar.

The feeling went on for seemingly forever, before they slowly returned to the world. The vines were slowly caressing the, the once in their butts having left them. They were laying on the floor, a carpet of leaves making it soft. They stayed in the embrace, content for now, with his softening penis still inside her deliciously aching pussy.

Soon the last vine left them, and they shared a last, loving kiss. Getting up gingerly they collected their scattered clothes and got dressed. Just as they got done, two very thick vines came down beside them and bent, offering seats. Feeling mellow enough to leave the treasure to be protected by whatever defenses where further in, they sat on the vines and were lifted up into the room above. Only sparing a moment to levitate the still out cold Ron, they returned to Gryffindor tower, silently promising each other to meet up the next night for more fun.

And in a chamber below them, past flying keys, chess-pieces and potion riddles, the Voldemort-possessed Quirrel would spend years wasting away in front of the Mirror of Erised. Years, as the castle elves were ordered to give all teachers food, but also to keep their secrets. And Dumbledore had forgotten all about the trap, when no children warned him that it had been breached, and his own alarms had been skillfully dismantled.
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