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Pillow Talk	By : Piccolo999 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 62384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Here's the second chapter - or rather, the first. It's a
little bit kinkier and sets up the main plot. Still unsure if I will continue
with that, but we'll see. Thanks for the reviews.

Pillow Talk

Chapter One

Leads and Handcuffs

Harry and Hermione came together
again, this time in a Muggle hotel in London, away from their lives in the
wizarding world. They�d hardly been in the room for two seconds before they
pounced on each other, ripping clothes, kissing every bit of exposed flesh,
stumbling their way to the bedroom.�

Hermione dropped her handbag by the
bed as Harry shoved her onto the hotel�s luxuriously soft double bed, climbing
on after and straddling her. He pinned her arms above her head like before,
crossed at the wrists, and gazed down at her with hungry eyes, taking her in -
her cherubic face: lips quirked in a sexy, playful smile, chocolate eyes
shinning impishly, hair splayed out around her like a halo, down to her chest,
breasts almost bursting from the confines of her ruby red bra.

Harry reached behind to his back
pocket, and, pulling out a small pocketknife, deftly cut between her breasts.
Her bra popped aside, baring her perfect boobs. He dove in, kissing her hard. Hermione
arched into him, feeling his erection through his pants, pressing against her.
Harry ran his other hand down to her skirt, hiking it up around her waist. He
again used the pocketknife, this time cutting her knickers, before ripping them
free. He tossed the knife aside and began playing with her pussy. Hermione
moaned into his mouth, one leg rising along his side, giving him better access.

Harry�s lips broke away from her as he moved
backwards to kneel between her legs. He went to work with his tongue, licking
along her folds, finding her clit and flicking at it. Hermione�s back rose off
the bed with pleasure as she cried out with delight. Harry reached out and
grabbed Hermione�s discarded knickers, wiped them across her pussy, smearing
her juices all over the flimsy garment, and then reached up and shoved them in
her mouth, effectively gagging her. Hermione�s eyes widened with surprise as he
put his hand over her mouth, making sure she couldn�t spit them out. He grinned
down at her, enjoying the look on her face. With his free hand, he unbuttoned
his trousers and slipped them down his legs, along with his boxers. He forced
Hermione�s legs above her head, positioned himself at her entrance, and then
rammed into her. Hermione gazed up at him lustily as he fucked her. Harry kept
one hand over her mouth, making sure her soiled knickers stayed right where he
wanted them. He never broke eye contact with her, getting off on the look on
her face just as much as he was on fucking her pussy.

�You like that, don�t you Hermione?� he asked
roughly.

Hermione nodded her head eagerly, the only way she
could reply with his hand over her mouth.

�If I remove my hand, you�ll keep them in, won�t
you?�

Hermione nodded again.

Harry let her free, and true to her nod, Hermione kept
the knickers in her mouth. Harry grabbed both of her ankles and pounded into
her harder.

�Can you taste your own pussy juice?� Harry asked
her.

Hermione replied the only way she could, with
another vigorous nod.

Harry grinned. �Good,� he said, and thrust into her
deeply.

Hermione closed her eyes with ecstasy, her face
flushed with desire and passion. She was nearing her first orgasm, she could
feel it building as Harry bounced into her. She opened her eyes, looking up at
her lover, the husband of her sister-in-law, her own husband�s best friend. Her
orgasm arrived like a wave crashing into a cliff face, rushing through her
entire being with enormous vibrations. It was like an electrical shock, and she
could tell that Harry felt it as well, both from the look on his face, and the
hot release of his semen inside her.

They came together.

They collapsed together.

They drifted into semi-unconsciousness
together.��

In the aftermath of their impassioned sex, Harry and
Hermione fell into a sort of half-sleep, drowsing idly. Hermione was curled
around Harry�s side, her head resting on his shoulder, one arm strung across
his bare chest. Harry gazed up at the ceiling, one arm around Hermione�s
shoulders, the other dangling off the end of the bed limply. They had somehow
managed to shimmy under the covers, so that the sheet covered their combined
waists, but left their tangled legs exposed. The leftover odour of hot and
sweaty sex filled the room.

�You are one kinky guy, Harry,� Hermione murmured
sweetly.

�Huh?�

�Stuffing my knickers into my mouth,� Hermione
explained. �What ever gave you the idea to do that?�

�I dunno,� Harry admitted, �just came to me, I
guess. You seemed to enjoy it.�

�I did,� Hermione said.

�Cool,� Harry replied.

�Any new leads?� And just like that, Hermione
changed the subject, onto something that had become a common topic during their
pillow talk.

�Actually, I managed to track down David Parks,�
Harry said, �you know, the wizard who was fired, even though he�d never missed
a day, and his performance was top notch.�

�Yeah? And?�

�He said, pretty much, that he was threatened by
certain members of the Ministry to resign, and that if he didn�t, they would
make him.�

�So he wasn�t fired?� Hermione asked. �Who
threatened him?�

�No, he was forced to resign, so he was fired,
technically. I guess that�s what Bernard was trying to tell me, without
actually saying it. As for who threatened him, I have no idea, he wouldn�t tell
me. He was acting pretty strange, nervous like. Seemed to think they were still
watching him. Retirement doesn�t suit him, I suppose.�

�So it was a dead end?� Hermione pressed.

�Not exactly,� Harry said, �he did tell me one
thing. He told me that he overheard those same members of the Ministry one
night, when he was working late. He said they, around ten or more witches and
wizards, were crowded around in this old courtroom, wearing dark black robes
and skull masks.�

�Death Eaters,� Hermione said.

�As we expected. Anyway, he said they soon spotted
him, and that he didn�t hear much, but that they seemed to be talking about
trying to get some law passed.�

�The Muggle-born Registration,� Hermione said.

�Right, the thing that Umbridge was in charge of
during Voldemort�s second reign,� Harry said, �and the very reason I turned
down the Auror job they offered me. I�m assuming it�s what first tipped you off
that something wasn�t quite right at the Ministry of Magic?�

�Well, it was just rumour when I started working
there,� Hermione said. �I never actually though it would take off like it did
just recently. People seemed to be in agreement that the whole thing was
ridiculous, but here we are, five years later, and the things closer to being
passed than ever.�

�I won�t let that happen,� Harry said. �Especially
now that it�s been confirmed that Death Eater�s still loyal to Voldemort�s
cause, even though the bastards dead, are behind everything.�

�I won�t let it happen either Harry,� Hermione said,
�we�re in this together, remember?�

�Yeah, I know.�

�So Parks found out about the Death Eater�s trying
to pull the Ministry�s strings and got bullied into early retirement?�

�That�s what he said,� Harry replied.

�Any chance you can convince him to name names?�
Hermione asked.

�Maybe,� Harry said.

�That�s the only way we can put a stop to this
Harry,� Hermione lectured. �We need to have solid proof that these guys are
still loyal Death Eaters, otherwise they�ll just pull that whole �we were under
the Imperius curse, not our fault� card again.�

�I�ll give it a shot Hermione,� Harry said, �but I
can�t promise anything. He was pretty scared.�

�At least we finally know for sure that it is Death
Eater�s we�re dealing with,� Hermione added, consolingly.

�I just wish we had something more to go on,� Harry
said, �just one name, like.�

�The only way that�s going to happen is if you
convince Parks.�

�I know,� Harry said, �I�ll get on it. What else
have I got to do?�

�Well, until you do that,� Hermione kissed him on
the cheek, and then rolled over, her hand reaching for something. Harry sat up
to get a better look as Hermione�s hand reappeared, dangling something on the
end of her finger, grinning at him playfully. It was a pair of handcuffs.

�Handcuffs?� Harry grinned. �You want me to use
handcuffs on you?�

�No,� Hermione said, her own playful smile widening.
�I want to use handcuffs on you!�

Harry blanched. �On me? I don�t think so.�

�What? Are you scared?� Hermione spoke teasingly,
prodding at Harry�s pride.

�No,� Harry said, �I�m not scared!�

�Then be a good boy and put your hands up,� Hermione
weaselled.

Harry let out a breath, building his courage, then
raised his hands into the air. Hermione locked the first cuff around his right
wrist, wrapped the chain around the iron headboard, and finished by locking in
his remaining wrist. Harry was secured with his hands above his head, fastened
firmly to the bed.

Hermione threw away the bed covers. They were both
totally naked, their clothes strewn around the room. Harry gulped slightly,
watching Hermione curiously; nervous about what she would do now that he was
held, powerless, to the bed. Hermione knelt by him and ran a hand down his
chest, towards his quickly hardening penis. She stopped before she touched it,
her hand hovering just over it, ready to grasp, and looked up at Harry, smiling
wickedly. She moved her hand away from his manhood � Harry groaned a little,
disappointed � and reached over the side of the bed again, into her handbag.
Harry stared at her cute little backside as she bent over, his penis completely
hard by now.

Hermione straightened up, her hand holding a can of
whip cream. She shook it, smirking. Hermione popped the cap and began making
patterns with the cream, all over Harry�s chest. He shivered from the cool
feeling of whip cream. Hermione finished, put the bottle aside, and went to
work, licking the cream from Harry�s chest. Her tongue traced over the
patterns, warm and wet, in contrast to the cold and sticky cream. Hermione
licked every bit of cream from his body, looking up at him as she did it,
acting impishly coy. She straddled his waist, sitting her bare bottom down on
his erect penis.

�You like, lover?� Hermione asked, huskily.

Harry could only groan. Hermione smiled with
pleasure and picked up the can of whip cream again.

She squirted a little out onto the palm of her hand.
Then she scooped up a little with one finger and slowly, sexily, put it in her
mouth. She ran her tongue along its side and finally closed her lips around the
base. She extracted her finger from her mouth with a little pop, smiling
with sinful delight.

�Mmm,� she murmured. �Want some?�

�Oh yeah,� Harry said.

Hermione spread the rest of the cream over her
breasts, and then leant forwards, pushed her bust together and rubbed it in
Harry�s face. Messy cream got everywhere, all over Harry�s face. Hermione
pulled back, took one look at Harry�s cream covered face, and laughed. Harry
spluttered with surprise. She wiped a dollop of cream from the end of his nose
and licked it off the tip of her finger saucily. Harry blinked cream from his
eyelashes and looked at Hermione with shock.

�You� you are� you�re one sexy little minx, you know
that, right?� Harry finally managed to get out.

Hermione smiled her mischievous smile.

�Oh, I am so going to get you back,� Harry promised.

�You better,� Hermione shot back, then blasted a
load of cream into her mouth and kissed him. It was a very rich kiss, if you
will, as Hermione forced the cream into his mouth with her wet little tongue.

They shared a very passionate, creamy kiss.

�Ready for your� private inspection?� Hermione asked
teasingly.

She scooted down off his lap, kneeling between
Harry�s legs, which he spread wide for her. She grasped his hard penis firmly
and gave it a few encouraging strokes, smiling widely at him all the while, and
then unloaded with the whip cream, covering Harry�s entire genital region.
Harry closed his eyes with pure pleasure as she started licking the cream from
his penis. She started at the head, rolling her tongue around the tip, and then
plunged down the underside, then back up, around the head again. She worked her
tongue all over his manhood, cleaning every tiny drop of cream from it.

When she was finished, she began to suck, taking
Harry�s entire penis into her mouth, and down her throat. She continued to use
her tongue to stimulate him, whilst simultaneously sucking hard, enjoying the
sounds she was making him make.

Harry groaned, moaned, and cried out with sheer
delight at what Hermione was doing to him. He could feel an orgasm of immense
proportions building. He opened his eyes and looked down at his lover. Hermione
was looking up at him sexily through her eyelashes. It was almost too much. She
was moaning with pleasure as she worked on his penis, making exaggerated
slurping noises. He felt it coming. Then she took him all the way in, right
down to the base of his cock, her nose buried in his pubic hair. And that was
enough. He exploded down her throat, shooting out burst after burst of salty,
thick semen. Hermione kept her mouth clamped around the base of his penis as he
blew, swallowing every last drop of cum, straight down the back of her gullet.
She never took her eyes off him as she ingested his semen, looking up at him
through her lashes with passion, lust and love.

�Oh Merlin!� Harry panted, his back finally coming
down to rest on the bed, after being arched throughout his climax.

Hermione removed his penis from her mouth, which had
gone limp, and shuffled up beside him. She kissed him hard, wiping away a
little more of the left over cream she had smeared on his face with her
breasts. She smiled at him.

�How was that, lover?� she asked, huskily.

�Amazing,� was all he could say.
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Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

Chapter One

Leads and Handcuffs