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Worth the Wait	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
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A shiver of excitement ran through Hermione’s body, increasing the tension on the bonds that held her. She hadn’t been this excited sexually since the day she had lost her virginity to Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Quidditch ace, several years before.
Since then she’d had sex plenty of times, and with several different partners, but none of those times held the tension or thrill of that first time when Viktor had held her down beneath him, holding her hands tight above her head, stopping her from escaping as he plunged his thick hard cock into her.
She had cried with pain at first — although Viktor wasn’t huge he had a wide girth — but once the initial entry was over she was soon crying with pleasure as he continued to hold her captive beneath him, his thrusts deepening as she opened up to him.
‘Something’s got you excited,’ a voice drawled amusedly. ‘You really do like being tied up, don’t you?’
Percy Weasley bent over her smiling darkly, his hand gently brushing over her painfully erect nipples, teasing and tweaking them, hearing Hermione moan with pleasure as she pulled against the ropes that bound her.
‘I’d never realised you were so naughty, Hermione,’ he said with a smile, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss, his body rubbing against hers deliciously. He could feel the goose bumps of fear and anticipation rising on her naked body as he touched her. She was absolutely exquisite.
‘You’re a fine one to talk, Percy,’ Hermione replied with a moan of desire. ‘You’re definitely a dark horse!’
When Percy had suggested to Hermione that he wanted to tie her to his bed, he had expected her to refuse or maybe even leave. After all, she wasn’t his girlfriend but the girlfriend of his younger brother who he had lusted after for rather longer than he wanted to admit to. He had somehow managed to lure her back to his flat after an evening of drinking, which had followed on from an extremely boring work conference the two of them had attended together.
To his amazement, she had agreed readily, possibly spurred on by the considerable amount of alcohol they had consumed earlier, and even seemed a little excited by the prospect. Now, here she was spread-eagled naked on his bed, her magnificent body on display for him and him alone.
For a moment he wondered whether Hermione had done anything like this before, maybe with his brother, but he was pretty sure she hadn’t. Her desire and eagerness pointed to this being a fantasy of hers and he was pleased to be the one making it a reality for her.
So far it was even better than he had anticipated. Her fit body was stretched to perfection by the tight bonds and even the slightest touch caused her to writhe in pleasure, crying out her desire and joy, so much so that his desire had swelled until he was having trouble not just forcing himself on her. But there was far too far to go yet for that.
Something had obviously increased her excitement even more, though he knew not whether it was a memory or yet another fantasy. He wanted to know, though, and she would tell him; she couldn’t not, considering her current situation.
‘Tell me . . . what’s making you so horny?’ he whispered in her ear, his tongue grazing down her neck as she gasped, twisting once more in the bonds. ‘Tell me and I’ll make you come.’
Hermione gave a small whimper as his seductive voice ran more shivers down her spine. She arched her back slightly, feeling the pull on her arms as she did so.
‘Tell me, Hermione,’ he commanded again, darker this time, with a hint of danger.
‘This reminds me of when I lost my virginity,’ she admitted quietly.
Percy stared at her in surprise, not sure whether to be impressed or horrified at the answer. ‘You were tied up when you lost your virginity?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, Viktor held me down, caught my arms above my head so I couldn’t escape. It wasn’t quite tying up but there was that same feeling of helplessness. It made me so excited I almost came immediately, and being reminded of it has made me even more excited now . . . .
‘Percy, please touch me,’ she begged quietly.
Percy smiled a languorous smile. ‘Like this?’ he asked, snaking the tip of a finger down her body, running from her shoulder through the valley of her breasts and down towards her stomach. He saw Hermione shiver and heard her tiny whimpers of pleasure. He continued to trace patterns on her body, his fingers caressing her baking skin as she writhed beneath him, but even with all his touching, he didn’t go near her pussy.
Not yet, she wasn’t ready for that.
He continued with his fingertip, watching with satisfaction as Hermione reacted to his touch, straining against her bonds to try to increase his contact with her. He could hear the whimpers turning into louder moans of desire, mixed with frustration at his refusal to stroke her most intimate area.
Soon, my love, he thought as he watched Hermione tensing within the ropes that held her. His own erection was throbbing and pressing painfully against his trousers. It would soon be time to remove them, to get rid of the final barrier between them.
‘What do you want, my love?’ he asked Hermione softly. ‘Tell me and I’ll give it to you.’
‘I want your cock, Percy,’ she cried desperately. ‘Please . . . fuck me.’
His heart swelled at her admission, knowing that Hermione wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her, but they weren’t ready for that yet. There was far more teasing to be done first.
Percy smiled, running his finger around her lips. ‘So eager, my beautiful little slut. But I can think of other things first.’
His tongue found one of her erect nipples and she moaned as he licked it, crying louder as he sucked it hard into his mouth. She was absolutely delicious and he wanted to tease her, to give her as much enjoyment as possible before he finally entered her and provided the release both of them so desperately needed.
His mouth moved to play with the other breast, his hand finding the first and squeezing hard. Hermione strained against the bonds again. He loved it when she did that, almost as much as he loved her begging for him. He continued licking down her body, the stud in his tongue causing her to cry out several times. Down, over her stomach, his tongue poked into her sexy belly button before moving slowly towards her mound.
Hermione was begging him to go lower and, in truth, Percy could resist it no longer; he wanted to taste her as much as she wanted him to. Her cry as his tongue found her clit was music to his ears. He knew the small ball stud increased the pleasure she felt and he revelled in the noise she made. His own moan as he buried his tongue into her wet slit caused Hermione to cry out even more and soon his fingers had joined his tongue, his need to give Hermione her first climax overwhelming him.
Within minutes she was coming, crying out his name as her beautiful body still held by the tight ropes twisted and bucked. Percy buried himself in the taste of her, his cock reminding him how much he wanted to be inside Hermione’s tight body. He stood up and removed his t-shirt. Hermione’s gaze was lustful as she saw his pierced nipples. She smiled.
‘Come here,’ she growled seductively, her arousal flaring once more as she saw the further changes Percy had made.
Percy looked at her with interest.
‘I love your piercings, I think they’re really sexy,’ Hermione admitted, knowing that if she wasn’t tied to the bed she would probably have jumped him there and then.
She was still having trouble getting her head around the fact that this was Percy, the staid and somewhat pompous man she had known ever since starting secondary school. He had changed so much since leaving home and was, without a doubt, far sexier. Fully clothed, and sitting beside her at the boring conference they had attended earlier, he had looked pretty much the same as he always had, although once out of work she noted that he affected a far more casual appearance than he had in the past. Now, without his clothes, he was a revelation.
Not only was his body lean and toned, enough in itself to have her panting with desire; but it appeared that escape from the confines of the Burrow and the Weasley family had transformed him into a completely different person and it was driving her wild, making her far more experimental than she would normally have been.
Several drinks after the conference and a few hours spent with the new lighter-hearted Percy and she had found herself at his flat, both excited at finally spending time with her one-time crush and willing to cheat on Ron without even a second’s thought if the opportunity arose.
To be fair, she had already been considering ending her relationship with Ron long before this opportunity with Percy had come along. Although they had tried hard to make their relationship work, Hermione and Ron both knew that they were much better as friends than as lovers and so they were bumbling along, both aware that it was only a matter of time before one of them finally took the step of ending it between them. The only reason it hadn’t happened already was because neither of them had found anyone else who interested them more. Hermione guessed that it was going to be she who was going to knock the final nail into that particular coffin.
The problem was that they weren’t just cheating on Ron. Percy had been in a relationship with his girlfriend, Penelope, since before leaving Hogwarts, and Hermione knew the couple were still together so she had no idea why Percy had propositioned her unless he was completely drunk and didn’t realise what he was doing.
She considered this for a moment, wondering whether she should call a halt to the proceedings and retreat before anything else could happen. She wondered whether it was wise to continue when it was likely that, once sober, Percy would regret what was occurring between them tonight, especially considering how wild it was. Then Hermione remembered she was tied up anyway, and she wasn’t sure Percy would release her when she had so readily agreed to his request.
He was incredibly sexy, though, and getting more so all the time. The tongue stud had been enough of a surprise — it was only noticeable once he left work; apparently he had to keep it hidden in the office as it would have been frowned upon, him being head of department and all — although it had been a good one, and as she had experienced the pleasure it could provide first-hand, she now completely understood the point of it and approved wholeheartedly.
But now she was discovering that he had gone further with the piercings and she had the urge to touch them, to play with them and give him the same pleasure and frustration that he was giving to her. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had gone the whole hog and had a tattoo done as well. She tried to imagine where it would be, picturing in her mind a multi-coloured dragon on his cock, or maybe something more gothic in tones of black, grey and white on his deliciously pert bottom.
Percy felt a flush of pleasure wash through him at Hermione’s comment. He leant over her so she could suck his nipples, the contact made even more pleasurable due to the sensitivity caused by the piercings. He was beginning to think she was his perfect woman — so beautiful and playful yet at the same time serious, and she was, apparently, happy to go with his suggestions. With her, he had been able to release the side of him that he had always had to keep locked down with Penny and he was eager to see how far she would allow him to go.
He stroked Hermione again, feeling her body tense once more, and moved away a little so she could no longer touch him. Frustrated by the bonds, Hermione cried out as she tried to reach for him and Percy smiled wickedly.
‘Patience, my love,’ he whispered in her ear and moving back once more he undid his jeans, sliding them down to reveal tight navy jersey shorts. He could feel Hermione’s gaze on him again, the strength and heat of her desire arousing him more than he was sure he had ever been before. How would she feel about what he was about to reveal?
Excited but at the same time slightly apprehensive, he pulled down the shorts, revealing his erection with the large metal ring through the head of his cock. Hermione gave such a loud groan of desire that he almost came on the spot. She really was excited about his piercings!
Percy moved towards her, tugging on his cock to ensure it was rock hard. He longed to plunge it deep into Hermione’s beautiful pussy, had already been picturing her reaction in his mind, but it seemed that she had other ideas and wasn’t quite ready for that.
‘What is that?’ she asked her voice a seductive rasp that ran shivers all the way down his spine.
‘It’s called a Prince Albert ring,’ he told her. ‘Do you like it?’
‘God, yes! It looks amazing. Let me have a closer look at it.’
Smiling, Percy moved around the bed and was soon swaying his cock over her face so she could see the thick silver ring and ball. Hermione bit her bottom lip as she gazed, mesmerised by the piercing, a nervous tell which had always driven Percy wild with desire for her.
‘I want to suck you,’ she whispered. ‘Please let me.’
Excited beyond belief and unable to believe that he had got so lucky with Hermione, Percy climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her. He pressed into her open and waiting mouth and sighed as it closed on him, warm, wet and feeling so utterly wonderful that he almost cried out with joy; her tongue licked around his cock before she sucked him hard. He thrust again, feeling himself sliding deeper down her throat. She felt fantastic!
He pulled almost all the way out, crying out as Hermione’s tongue played with the ring, tugging gently on it with her teeth before sliding her tongue through it. She seemed to know exactly what to do to arouse him the most and make him come and he was close, but he wasn’t going to come in her mouth; not this time.
Right now, Percy’s only desire was to fill her perfect tight pussy and to come deep inside her beautiful body; to claim her once and for all as his. He pulled out of her mouth, eliciting a small moan of disappointment that was soon replaced with excitement when Hermione realised where he was going.
Percy rubbed his cock up and down her beautiful slit, enjoying the sight as both the hard flesh and the ring became covered in Hermione’s juices.
‘Are you ready for me?’ he asked quietly, knowing that she was but desperately wanting to hear her say it.
Hermione cried out in affirmation, her voice husky as once again she begged him to fuck her. By now, Percy was more than ready to oblige, wanting the connection between them every bit as much as Hermione did.
Pushing slowly inside her, he couldn’t help but cry out as her tightness enveloped and gripped him, squeezing as he thrust deeper. She felt so incredible that his heart raced and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to claim her completely. Pulling almost all the way out, he steadied himself for a second, then thrust as deep as he could, his whole length sliding into her.
Hermione cried out and twitched as his cock hit her cervix, the ring providing extra stimulation as it brushed against her silky walls. He stayed like this for a few seconds, savouring the fact that they were joined; and then as Hermione continued to moan gently he slowly moved inside her, a gentle rhythm that had her panting as the ring continued to rub against her sensitive skin. Gaining speed, his thrusts became harder as his excitement grew, wanting to be completely at one with his gorgeous lover.
Hermione’s body was so taut against the bonds she looked like she might snap. Percy had finished with those now; he had only been interested in seeing if she would allow him to restrain her — although the teasing had been lots of fun — and with a quick word she was released, free to take an active part in their coupling. Her whimpers of pleasure turned to cries of joy as he continued to fill her, calling out himself as her contracting muscles milked him as she moved, too, taking as active a role in their lovemaking as he.
Percy knew he was extremely close to coming now. Once again he pushed deep, hearing Hermione making little mewls of pleasure every time the head of his cock brushed against her cervix, knowing it wasn’t possible for him to get any deeper inside her although he was happy to try. His lips found hers, warm, soft and questing, and their tongues danced as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her as they fucked, their bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm as if they had always been joined.
Suddenly he felt it, the subtle flutter of her muscles that signified impending orgasm, and he heard her breathing getting faster and shallower. His mouth found her neck as she came and he sucked and bit on the soft skin, wanting to mark her as his. Her climax was impressive and long and so strong that within seconds he, too, had come, still pressed against her cervix, his heart beating with excitement as his seed pumped into her.
Not wanting him to leave her body, Hermione pulled Percy to her, his arms wrapping around her in return as they held each other close, the two of them now completely sated. For a long time they didn’t move, apart from their lips, kissing and re-kissing each other, still going strong later as hands began to gently caress sensitive skin with a view to arousing once more.
Percy looked into the hooded eyes of the drowsy woman beside him, an intense feeling of what he was convinced was love running through him like an electrical current. He had desired Hermione for such a long time and now she was finally his. She was still lying in his bed, hopefully ready for all the other things he wanted to do with her. She was amazing and so much more fun to be with than his girlfriend.
He knew the time had come to break off that particular association. Although he and Penny had been a couple since their fifth year at Hogwarts he had never felt as strongly about her as he felt about Hermione. He and Hermione were perfect for each other, she was the yin to his yang and he already couldn’t imagine having to live without her touch. Penny, on the other hand, he could easily live without and he felt a bit guilty that he hadn’t already ended their relationship as it had been in decline for a long time.
When he had originally left the Burrow Penny had been sympathetic and caring, convincing him that he was correct to make a stand and that he should follow his dream to one day become the Minister for Magic; and Percy, being grateful for her support, had sought to strengthen their relationship. But as he had grown into his new life and relaxed both his sense of fashion and his attitude, she had become less so. She hadn’t approved of his piercings and tattoos at all, and although he had tried to lure her into staying with him at the apartment she had flatly refused to even consider it.
Also, it was galling to admit that after almost eight years together they had never got any further sexually than foreplay. Penny was saving herself for their wedding night and completely refused to consider oral sex; even getting her to wank him was a major undertaking that involved vows of undying love.
Percy, having changed so much and now being far more dominant, had been even less sure than previously that he was interested in committing to anything so final with a woman he now considered clingy and wet. With his failure to get her anywhere near his bed he was positive that she wasn’t going to be any more accepting of his interest in bondage and other interesting games than she had been with his body modifications, and the idea of a life spent trying to keep his desires locked away inside him didn’t appeal in the slightest.
Now Hermione had re-entered his life and he was equally certain that she was the woman for him. She was everything he had ever wanted — she always had been; and better still, it appeared she wanted him, too, and appreciated the changes he had made. She was so completely different from Penny and was a life-saving breath of fresh air in his otherwise stagnating life.
Percy had no idea why she had agreed to go home with him or why she had agreed to him tying her up but he couldn’t help but thank Merlin, both for alcohol and for lowered inhibitions. He had always liked Hermione, finding her studious and quiet nature that was so readily apparent during their schooldays to his liking, but he liked this wanton and eager-to-experiment woman even more.
She had clearly enjoyed being undressed by him, eager to give him a thrill as the clothes were removed, and she had gasped in pleasure as the bonds magically wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles as she lay down on the bed, her gorgeous body revealed to him in all its glory. Any previous fantasies he had about her were already being replaced by more explicit thoughts of the pleasure they could give each other, which both of them would enjoy.
Hermione really was everything he wanted from a girlfriend these days and Percy was determined to do whatever was necessary to make her his. He pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately, his hands running through her beautiful but unruly hair.
‘You belong to me now,’ he told her, his voice a deep gravelly rasp. ‘You’re mine!’
Hermione sighed happily. ‘Yes, my love. In every way.’
‘Not yet in every way, but you will be by the morning,’ he promised, his hands already moving, determined that she wouldn’t sleep until he had taken her in every way possible.
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