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Hidden Layers	By : AndrewJoshuaTalon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 50861 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I swore not to do lemons for The Boy is Trouble, so have this instead. Call it exploiting the loophole. Oh! And I don't own Harry Potter and this isn't for profit.

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Hidden Layers

Andrew J. Talon

If Harry Potter didn't trust Hermione Granger with his life through numerous adventures, he would swear she was trying to get him killed. She had borrowed his invisibility cloak to go do some research in the library after hours-Restricted Section-In order to see if they could figure out some way of determining what exactly Draco was up to. It was refreshing to see her regain some common sense in the face of all-out war, and so he'd gladly loaned it to her.

Now though, his DA coin was buzzing urgently. He'd checked Ron's trunk-His galleon wasn't buzzing. Harry frowned. The only person he knew who could modify the spell like that was Hermione, so he'd gotten dressed and headed out, wand at the ready. Without his cloak, he felt a bit naked wandering around the school at night.

Though it was hard to be too scared with his wand out and a "Stupefy" spell on his lips.

He was passing through the hallway for the library, only a few dozen meters from his destination, when the tell-tale meow of Mrs. Norris range out. A torchlight shined across the walls. Harry bit down a curse.

"Oh yeah, Darling? What do you smell?" Filch's oily voice asked eagerly. Harry backed off, slowly, towards the wall. Maybe if he was perfectly still and quiet...

"The library?" Filch asked.

Bugger!Hermione. He could find Hermione. Harry prepared a spell, to cause a noise for distraction purposes. He never heard the broom closet open up behind him.

Hands grabbed his shoulders, and he was yanked into the closet.

"Ah-Mmph!" Lips were pressed to his as the door shut, plunging himself and his assailant into darkness. The arms that wrapped around his shoulders and the curvy, small body that pressed against his at least indicated that whoever was snogging him was female.

"Shhh," she hissed against his lips. She ground against him, almost commandingly. Harry bit back a groan as she continued, but the threat of Filch forced him to keep quiet. It would have been a lot easier if the girl in question stopped dry humping and kissing him.

"Mmm... Put your back into it," she whispered.

"We'll get caught," Harry hissed. The girl laughed, a familiar, haughty sound.

"No we won't... If you trust me."

"Trust you? I don't-?" She silenced him with another kiss, her tongue diving between his lips and wrestling his. Her hands slid down to his ass and squeezed, making him gasp.

"Mmm... Cast a spell that'll conceal us... But it only worksif we're both snogging, so..."

Harry could hear Filch's foot tread in the hallway outside. This is crazy...

His zipper went down, and he felt her hand slip inside to grasp his member. He groaned... And made his decision.

What the hell...

His hands found her robes, and groped around for the opening. Finding it, he slipped his hands inside... And found nothing but bare, warm, smooth flesh. She moaned softly as his hands grasped her breasts. He gave them a squeeze, and she moaned again-A deep, throaty sound. Her hands pulled down his jeans and boxers, and began stroking him off furiously.

The broom closet door opened just as the girl kissed him deeply, pressing her supple body against his. Harry glanced at the door. Filch stood there all right, staring... But not at them. His eyes were darting all over the interior, confused... But not shocked or (as Harry had thought when his mind had turned to disturbing subjects) lecherous.

"There's nothin' in here, yeh daft cat!" Filch grumped. He turned and shut the door, leaving a crack of light. Filch's steps got further and further away, as did Mrs. Norris's yowls. The girl broke the kiss, and nuzzled him while breathing hard.

"Haa... haa... Trust me now?" She asked softly. His eyes adjusted thanks to the dim light from the cracked door, and he was able to make out features.

Specifically, the pageboy cut black hair of his partner... And the Slytherin badge on her parted robes, exposing sweet, creamy flesh.

"Pansy?"

"Shhh," Pansy hissed. Her hands returned to his cock, stroking him furiously.

"Wh-Why are you doing thisss...?" Harry couldn't help his groan as she squeezed the base of his cock. Pansy smirked.

"Do you have to ask? I thought all teenaged boys fantasized about a situation like this...?"

"Uhh... No, stop..." Harry hissed, his hands still wandering her bare body. His libido seemed to have taken over them, and Pansy hummed appreciatively.

"Why?" She kissed him again, but Harry managed enough self control to push her away.

"What's this about?" Harry asked flatly. "You-Ah! Stop that!"

"Stop what?" Pansy asked playfully, squeezing his cock again. "This?" She knelt down, licking her chapped lips as she hummed appreciatively at his length. "Or maybe... This?"

Her lips wrapped around his cock, and she engulfed him as her hands massaged his inner thighs. Harry gasped and leaned back against the wall. He had wanted to use his hands to push her away, but they instead gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

"Mmmmngh~..." She bobbed her head back and forth, seemingly taking her sweet time. The hot wet suction on his cock sent warm tingles through his body, and he hissed between his teeth.

"Ahh... P-Pansy...!"

And then suddenly, he heard and felther choking around him, her lips sealed around the base of his cock and everything went white-

"Nnngh...!" He gritted his teeth as he came, his knees shaking violently. He panted for breath, the only other sound in the tight closet Pansy's gulps. Harry looked down as he breathed deeply, seeing Pansy pull back and lick her lips clean. She looked up at him.

"A bit bitter," she panted, in a voice that was probably supposed to be sensuous but came out breathless. He could swear he could see her blush in the dark. She looked down, a bit surprised. Harry was surprised himself-His cock was still hard.

"Ah..."

Pansy stood back up. She took his hands and placed them on the fastener holding her robes together. He fumbled with it, but got it done. They slipped off, and in the dim light he could see the curves of her small but firm breasts, her taut stomach, her flowing hips... He'd never noticed how nice her ass was, and found himself cursing Hogwarts robes to hell.

"Nothing?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," Pansy whispered.

"Why?" Harry asked, his hands sliding down. He cupped her breasts, and she bit her lower lip.

"Hnnn... Because I couldn't shag you in the train car with Malfoy," she whispered. Harry bent his neck and gave into instinct-He suckled on her nipple, and she sucked in a deep breath.

"Haaa..." His hands busied themselves with squeezing and fondling her breasts.

"D-Don't just suck one... Ahh..."

Harry obeyed, moving back and forth between her breasts. They just fit into his hands, but they were perky and warm and firm and the soundsshe made as he touched them were intoxicating...

"Ahh... Ahnn... H-Harry," she whispered. She moaned softly, and ran her fingers through his hair and squeezed the back of his neck. "Ah-Ahhh...!"

Her squeezing cause him to accidentally bite down on her nipple. She cried out, but when he tried to pull away she firmly kept him there.

"A-Again... Not so hard," she moaned. She moved a hand down between her legs, and Harry put one over it. She immediately moved her hand, and pressed his against her warm sex.

It's slick,he thought as she moaned again.

"R-Rub me... Suck...!" She gasped out. Harry rubbed her folds, feeling them part. He felt how slick and warm she was, and his finger pressed into a hole.

She sucked in a deep breath as his finger pushed in. "Yes...!"

"Mm..." Harry sucked hard on her nipple, his other hand squeezing her unattended breast. Applying a bit of what he'd heard among the guys in the common room, he moved his finger in and out of her. She barely parted for him, and a thrill went up his spine as he imagined that around his cock.

"Ah... Ahhhnn...!" She covered her mouth and squealed into her hand, and his hand was covered in wetness as her pussy squeezed tightly around his finger. A musky, enticing scent filled the closet, and he gave her nipple an extra hard suck.

"Mmm... Mmmm..." She gasped for breath through her nostrils, a cute whistle leaving them. Harry broke contact with her nipple, and kissed her sloppily. She happily returned it, her hands wrapping around his shoulders.

"Mmmngh..." She broke it and lifted one of her legs up. "Hold me up, hold me up..."

He took hold of her round bottom and lifted her up. Groping blindly, he found a shelf in the closet about waist height and set her on it. Her legs wrapped around him, and her hand groped down for his cock. Once she had it, she tugged him forward. She looked up at him, and in the dim light of the closet he could see how dark her eyes were.

"The Muggles use a word for shagging... What is it?" She asked softly. Harry frowned.

"Shag...?"

"No, no, it's something else..." She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Fuck, right?"

Harry licked his lips. "Y-Yeah..."

She smirked, probably sensing his reaction. "You like it when I say it, don't you?" She squeezed his cock, and he groaned.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Fuckme, Harry," she murmured, kissing his lips briefly. "Fuck me. Say it. Say you want to fuck me..."

"Ahh..." He thrust forward, and she guided him in. She sucked in a deep breath and groaned as he pushed inside her. "I want to fuck you...!" She barely gave for him, like a warm, hot wet fist. Harry bit his lip, trying hard not to cry out as he pushed deeper inside her pussy.

"F-Fuck meee..." She moaned loudly. Her fingers bunched up his robe as he went in deeper. "Fuck me... Fuck me...!"

Harry pulled his hips back, and thrust forward. She gasped loudly. He did it again, and again, and buried his face in her warm shoulder as he shagged her into the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and tightened, clumsily pulling herself against him in a rhythm. Over and over again, he plunged inside her.

Harry's world became composed of the feel of her warm body wrapped around him, the wet tightness squeezing his cock, the desperate gasps and pleas and profanity Pansy was letting out in his ear with her hot breath spreading over his ear, and that lewd wet sound of his cock pounding her cunt.

"Ahhhmm~! F-Fuck, fuck, fuuuuhhck..." Pansy moaned deeply, throwing her head back. Harry buried his face in her throat and mindlessly pounded into her, her arms and legs squeezing him more and more tightly until she let out a loud shout.

"AAAHHHN! AAHHHH!"

She shrankaround him, and with a loud bellow of his own he shot off inside her, soaking her vagina.

"UH!"

The two held each other tightly, both riding through their orgasms like helpless leaves in a wind. They breathed deeply, hugging as they slowly came down. It could have been a few minutes or an hour, Harry wasn't sure.

Eventually, he pulled away, looking her in the face. She licked her lips, and, suddenly bashful, looked away. She huffed.

"What?"

"You... Well uh... You're cute when you're like this," Harry said. Pansy looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and smirk.

"But uh... I just... What is this?" He asked.

Pansy snorted. "This? This is me taking what I want." She hugged him tightly and nuzzled his neck. "You want me back?"

"... Yes," Harry said. Pansy smiled and kissed him playfully.

"Then we'll just keep it that way... For now." She pulled her robes up around her, and (very slowly, his male pride noted) walked out after making sure the coast was clear. Harry pulled up his pants and redid them, and when he emerged Pansy was gone.

He moved to the library, carefully looking around. He was about to enter, when an invisible hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Harry," whispered a familiar voice.

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Who else?" She asked flatly. "Come on. Get under."

Hermione appeared for a moment as she lifted the cloak, and Harry got in with her. The cloak dropped once more, and they were invisible together. They headed for the Gryffindor Tower in total silence to avoid attracting attention. They slipped into the Common Room, and as the portrait door shut Hermione pulled off the cloak.

"What were you doing down here anyway?" Hermione asked, with an almost forced casualness.

"I was answering your coin," Harry said.

"My coin? I didn't..." Hermione trailed off and looked aside. Harry stared at her and finally noticed just how red her cheeks were. Harry blushed brightly, and scrambled.

"Ah... Well... Then who did?"

"... I think we both know who probably did, Harry," Hermione mumbled.

"Oh... So..."

"Yeah," Hermione said. It hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Hermione... Did... Did you watchus?"

Hermione looked at her shoes, mumbling something before she slowly looked up.

"... Ummm..."

"But she said there was a spell that-"

"Yes, I heard that," Hermione said.

"I... I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Hermione said quickly. "I mean, how could you resist? She is very pretty... And who knows? You might be able to figure out what Malfoy's up to through her. Rumor has it she's not too fond of him, after all... I think this proves it."

"Oh... Well um... I'm not sure-"

"Don't worry Harry," Hermione said with a smile. "I'll be there every... Step of the way."

Harry blushed brightly at that, but nodded.

"Now, go to bed," she said. "You'll need your rest."

Harry nodded, and turned away, barely able to contain his smile. Hermione watched him go, and smiled a little herself.

She pulled out a magic mirror, sat by the fire, and activated it. On the other side, Pansy Parkinson appeared.

"I trust it was satisfactory?" Hermione asked.

"You should know, given you watched every moment," Pansy returned with a smirk. "Should have known you were a voyeur, Granger."

"Should've known you were a screamer, Parkinson," Hermione returned. The two women smirked at each other.

"I'll have the information you want, and even more... Though the other girls will doubtlessly want some... Compensation,"Pansy said.

"Oh, don't worry. I don't think Harry will have too many objections. And if he does... I have ways of persuading him."

"You're a devious creature, Hermione Granger,"Pansy complimented.

"Honestly," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes, "men just don't know how to run a war."

The world needs more Pansy/Harry smut... And more Pimp!Hermione. Just saying...
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