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Sonia and the Diary	By : unwarrented Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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After putting her clothes back on, Sonia picked up the diary, closing it, and set it on her dresser. She was sure that there had been more text than that earlier, and also suspected that the words themselves had changed. She had remembered flipping it open to see something or other about "longing to be picked up" when she was in the bookstore, but since there was nothing like that in the story she read she assumed she had imagined it. Now she wasn't so sure.
It was not remarkable that a magical diary might change its words. It was certainly no more surprising than moving photographs, but Sonia had never encountered something like this, and curiosity knawed at her mind. And the surreptitious way the tall white-haired man (who she realized in that moment was Lucius Malfoy, the philanthropist and suspected death eater who was in the news every so often) had given away the book bothered her. There was a possibility this was something Dark.
It also occurred to Sonia that she could not ask anyone about this. What would she say? "I stole a porn book from a child and was wondering what it actually was?" Not a chance.
She decided to push the book out of her mind, so she grabbed her keys and left to get some coffee. She paused, then threw the book into her underwear drawer so that it wouldn't be visible when she got back. After all, there was no rush --- this mystery could be solved some other time when she was less anxious about it. She left.
Unbeknownst to her, inside her drawer one seventh of Tom Riddle was relishing the feel of her panties.
She must've thrown the book all the way to the back of her drawer, because she didn't notice it again until over a week later when she was packing up to board the train to Hogwarts. She picked it up, considered opening it, then decided against it. There were eight hours before she had to board the train (she had procrastinated on packing) and she wanted to get at least some sleep. Whether erotic or horrifying, whatever was behind the cover of that book wouldn't help with that. She set it in her suitcase and continued packing.
The next day, Sonia boarded the train, and set toward the back in search of her friend Oliver Wood. Oliver had been in Ireland visiting family for the last three weeks and she was looking forward to seeing him. But as she walked past one of the compartments, she overheard a second-year say the name Nicolas Flamel. She paused outside the door and listened.
"Dumbledore again," Hermione was saying. "I've almost memorized that blurb about Flamel and the philosopher's stone."
"So has he died then now?" Neville asked.
"I expect so," Hermione answered, her voice somber. "It's been almost four months since the stone was destroyed. I guess only Dumbledore knows, it seems like everything about this was his secret."
Sonia opened the door, and recognized the pair from the sorting ceremony last year. "Hemione? Neville?" she asked.
"That's us." Hermione replied.
"I heard you guys talking about Nicolas Flamel," Sonia said. "Do you know a lot about him?"
"No more than anybody, I'm afraid," Hermione replied.
"Oh. Somebody told me he wrote a book once, have you heard that?"
Hermione paused, her mind running through all the books she'd read and read about. "I don't think so," she replied, hesitantly. It was clear that she didn't really believe that a 600-year-old wizard had never written anything down, but the idea hadn't occurred to her to investigate.
"Hmm, Thanks. If you bump into anything I'd be interested in knowing about it," Sonia replied, and closed the door. She resumed her search for Oliver.
She found him at the back of the train, as expected. He was alone, not wearing his robes, showing off his pecs through his tight white T-shirt. She grinned, and he grinned back, his teeth as white as his shirt and perfectly symmetrical. "Hey hottie," he said.
"Hey yourself," she replied, pulling her trunk into the compartment and sitting beside him. She put her hand on his leg. "Nice to see you."
"Mmm, same to you," Oliver replied, turning and pressing his forehead against hers. Her pussy flushed at this catlike greeting, and she purred in response. He kissed her nose, then drew away.
Sonia moved her hand from Oliver's leg up to his crotch. She could feel his erection through his jeans, straining against the fabric. Biting her lip sexily, she popped the button open, causing the zipper to unzip completely as his manhood burst out, stretching against his briefs. "You missed me, didn't you?" she smirked.
"Mmhmm," he said as he turned to her, wrapping his arms around her back as he kissed her neck. He kissed up to her jawline as he kicked off his shoes (she did the same), then stopped. He grabbed his wand, uttered a Disillusionment charm, and turned back to her. She was facing away from him as she reached to lock the door, and he reached under her robes to unbutton her own jeans. He slid them off, along with her panties, and the robes fell back into place, covering her. She was facing him again, smiling sultrily. He stood up to slide out of his jeans, which were falling off anyway, bringing his still-clothed cock level with her face. She brushed her lips up and down it through the fabric, then raised herself slightly to press her chest into him. Her breath was hot on his stomach and she pecked with her tongue at his abs. He moaned in response and reached down through her robes to lift up her shirt and unclasp her bra. It fell forward, removing the thickest barrier between her breasts and his body, and he pressed against her. Her hard nipples rubbed forcefully against his pelvic bone as his cock was cradled by her breasts. "Ahhh," he gasped raggedly.
Sonia pulled away from him and pulled her arms inside her robes. She removed her shirt up to her neck, removed her bra, then put her arms back through to pull the shirt over her head. Meanwhile Oliver took his own shirt off, exposing his muscular body and wide chest. She was now completely naked under her robes, and stood up to hug him. He hugged her back, squeezing her tightly against his heaving torso, solid muscle against her large, firm breasts. Only her robes separated their bodies, and the smooth material slid between them and they grasped each other. Her hard nipples poked into him, drawing wild lines of electric passion across his chest, and his mind was only lust.
Finally he bent down to pull his underwear off. As he came up he grabbed her robes and pulled them over her head, throwing them across the room in a single athletic motion, and spun her around. Startled, she nearly fell, but his hands cupped her breasts and pulled her into him. His throbbing cock was pressed into her ass, the head at the small of her back, and she moaned as she imagined the thickness she felt on her skin inside of her. Oliver kissed her ear, her cheek and her neck as he kneaded her breasts, then moved his left arm to cover both breasts as his right trailed down her front. With one finger he drew lines down her body, circling her navel, exploring her firm belly, then finally finding its way down to her core. He placed two fingers at her entrance and vibrated his hand against her clit. Her legs weakened and again ste began to fall forward, but his strong left arm held her up, tightly wrapped around her chest. She was dripping wet and her pussy needed to be filled. "Take me," she gasped, barely able to speak.
Oliver let the arm that was holding her go loose for a moment, causing her arms to reach out involuntarily toward the bench in front of her. He caught her, not wanting her to actually fall, but let her down quickly until she was bent over, hands on the bench, his left arm still around her as his right hand played with her pussy. He pulled back, brought his hand from her crotch to his own, and placed his head at her entrance. He moved forward, entering her less than an inch, and she moaned loudly. Tauntingly slowly, he pushed inside, filling her with his massive cock. Once he was all the way in, he moved his hands up to her breasts, lightly running his fingers over her nipples, then down to her hips. Less slowly, he pulled out until only the head was inside.
He tightened his grip on her hips warningly, flexing his arms, then slammed into her. Sonia dropped from her hands to her elbows, giving him more access, as he pulled in and out rapidly and forcefully. She felt every inch of him filling and emptying her pussy as it rubbed against her inner walls. Panting, she moved one hand toward her clit and started rubbing furiously. After a few minutes, Oliver felt himself nearing climax, and slowed down. She felt his hesitation, and was also close, so she cried out "faster, keep going!".
These words drove Oliver past the point of no return, and he slammed himself into her as he grabbed her breasts, holding her back against his chest. Her skin was hot and he felt her heart beating as he pumped in and out, only coming out an inch or two as his body pulled itself as deeply as it could. He licked at her ear and cheek, panting, and finally let go. His embrace tightened so that she could barely breath as he shot spurt after spurt deeply inside of her. The wet pressure, along with the feel of his thick cock inside of her, his heaving chest tight against her as his hands crushed her nipples, his frantic breath on her face and his moans of passion were all too much for Sonia, and she also let go, her pussy spasming around his cock as her vision went white.
The two of them laid down on the cushioned bench caressing each other as their breathing returned to normal. "You don't know --" she said, then cut herself off. She'd been going to say "what I've been reading", but decided that she'd find out more about what the diary was before telling anyone else about it. Even Oliver, who'd been her best friend since first year. Instead she finished "-- how much I needed that".
"Me too," Oliver grinned.
After a couple of minutes, Sonia said some cleaning spells, and the pair of them got dressed. "Hey, do you know anything about Nicolas Flamel?" she asked, hoping her voice did not betray her secretiveness.
"Yeah, Potter mentioned him a few times last year," Oliver replied, thinking back to the conversations he'd had with the Boy Who Lived after quidditch practices. "I think he was doing some project on him with Hemione Granger. He's a bit of a dolt, she'd be the one to ask, I guess. Why?"
"No reason," she lied. "I read something about him in the news and I wondered what sort of person you'd be after living 600 years."
"Dunno," Oliver replied thoughtfully.
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