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7 Days (In Time Series 1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 13846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK 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.

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Arthur wasted no time in undressing Hermione once she finally joined him, eager to see and touch her beautiful naked body after a day spent thinking about it. He had been working around the house for most of the day, in and out of the shed as he repaired various bits of equipment. But there hadn’t been any time to play; not that Hermione was available, even if there had been.
She had finally acceded to the requests of her friends and joined them in their game of Quidditch once the quarterly de-gnoming task, which had turned into a competition, was completed and lunch was out of the way. Hermione had remained with them all afternoon and hadn’t returned to the house until dinner time.
Arthur hadn’t been able to talk to her to see if a visit to the shed was likely as they didn’t discuss such things in the house and they had no special code that they used to communicate. All he could do was head back out to the shed after dinner and hope Hermione wouldn’t break the run she had started on Wednesday and would come and join him once again, even though deep inside he knew he shouldn’t be hoping for a visit.
But the small amount of guilt Arthur still felt at his desire for Hermione was waning as each day passed and tended to dissipate completely while she was with him. He had, therefore, been absolutely delighted when after only fifteen minutes of tinkering at his workbench, Hermione slipped through the door with a smile that showed how pleased she was to be there.
Once Hermione was completely naked Arthur began by playing with her breasts which were by now almost like old friends to him. He loved the firmness of them, the pert mounds that were a good handful just ripe for squeezing and plucking and he knew exactly what to do to ensure maximum arousal in the minimum amount of time as he was aware Hermione wouldn’t be able to spend too long in here without being missed.
Their interaction this evening would, out of necessity, need to be curtailed to make sure no suspicion was raised back in the house. While it was unlikely that anyone would directly search for her in the shed as they knew Arthur insisted on his privacy, it would be difficult for Hermione to explain convincingly where she had been and what she had been doing if her absence from the house was noticed.
Once it was clear that Hermione was aroused, Arthur turned her round, examining her beautiful bottom. It was still quite red and there were thin welts running across both buttocks, the legacy of the caning session from the previous day. His fingers gently traced the lesions before stroking up her spine.
‘How does your bottom feel today?’
‘It’s still sore, but I’ve been taking painkillers so it isn’t unbearable . . . unlike last night.’ Hermione shrugged as if it was no big deal.
Sounding rueful, Arthur said, ‘Yes, I didn’t really consider properly the outcome of what we did and how it would affect you. I’m sorry about that. Fortunately, everyone seemed to accept your backache excuse – the Sciatica suggestion was ingenious.’
‘And a useful excuse for any ongoing pain,’ Hermione pointed out.
Arthur kissed her shoulder and turned her back around to face him.
‘I wasn’t expecting there to be any more pain,’ he admitted as his hands moved, one back to caressing her right breast, the other slipping between her parted legs stroking the soft, damp skin he found there. ‘I was thinking of something rather more pleasurable.’
‘Do I have to remain silent?’ Hermione sounded slightly anxious and Arthur knew it was because she was worried about him punishing her again. She gave a small gasp as Arthur’s fingers slid inside her, his other hand pinching her erect nipple.
‘Not today,’ Arthur assured her. ‘Today, I want you to make all the noise you want.’
A couple of minutes later he removed his fingers, moving his hands to her waist, picking Hermione up and placing her on the empty workbench, watching carefully to ensure that sitting wasn’t too painful for her.
‘I think it’s time for me to undertake a more in-depth examination of you, Hermione, just as I would with any of my Muggle artefacts.’
‘As long as you’re not going to start taking me apart like you did with your Walkman or the plugs,’ Hermione jested.
Arthur chuckled. ‘No disassembly required in this instance. I just need to take a closer look.’
He moved each of her feet so they were now resting on the workbench, then pushed Hermione’s knees apart revealing her perfect sex in all its glory, savouring the feeling of excitement that rose within him as the soft glistening lips were revealed.
Hermione’s cheeks had turned slightly pink as if she was embarrassed at what was happening but she made no move to close her legs. Instead, she bit her bottom lip nervously as she waited for Arthur to pass judgement on her.
‘You are so beautiful . . . absolutely perfect,’ Arthur breathed.
His fingers tenderly stroked the length of Hermione’s slit, exploring and plundering, his thumb rubbing her clit in the way he knew gave her pleasure. After the pain she had endured over the last couple of days, which had been purely for his enjoyment, Arthur knew he had to provide something special as recompense, something that would move things along nicely.
Hermione gave a long, low sigh of enjoyment and leant back on the workbench, closing her eyes as she revelled in the feelings Arthur was eliciting in her.
‘You don’t need to keep quiet this time,’ he reminded her.
Hermione was biting her bottom lip again, her eyes fluttering as she writhed on Arthur’s fingers. He could feel the moisture increasing as her arousal flared and his cock throbbed, echoing the emotion.
‘So, let’s take a closer look at you, shall we?’ he suggested huskily.
Arthur moved to examine Hermione more intimately, fingers pulling apart her labia as he sought to learn everything he could about that particularly fascinating area of Hermione’s anatomy. After a few minutes of examination with his fingers, they were removed and his head dipped, his tongue extending to lick her soft, warm skin.
First, Arthur focussed on her sensitive clit and its covering hood causing Hermione to emit a low deep moan as he teased the bud, stiffening it in the process. Eventually, when she started squirming, the intensity too much to bear, he moved lower, his tongue flicking and teasing down the entire length of her sex. She tasted wonderful and Arthur wanted more. He was determined Hermione was going to cum for him and she was going to be extremely vocal about it too.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her towards him as his mouth attacked feverishly, once again sucking gently on the small bud that he knew was stiff but already so sensitive. Hermione gasped and he intensified the onslaught, his tongue now intermittently licking when sucking became too much for her, knowing that she couldn’t escape his hold on her legs. The only respite would be that which he granted her.
Down he worked again, his tongue exploring every inch of her perfect slit, burying his face in her as he worked to bring her to climax, teasing to the full extent of his ability; pulling Hermione right to the edge time and again before stopping — leaving her ever more frustrated and pleading for release.
She certainly wasn’t being quiet tonight and Arthur was glad he had remembered to set the silencing charm on the shed as the subtle teasing intensified until Hermione was almost in tears, her beseeching almost a wail as she struggled to escape his tight hold.
‘Cum for me,’ Arthur said and he resumed licking knowing that this was to be the final assault. Hermione couldn’t hold out much longer nor did he want her to.
Hermione squirmed as she begged Arthur to release her, the dull aching throb that his tongue was causing throughout her core was increasing in intensity and it was almost unbearable. Several times he had brought her to the brink of orgasm only to stop before the blissful release could take hold. But this time there was to be no stopping, Arthur’s tongue was relentless in its task and she was about to explode.
‘Oh, fuck—!’
Hermione screamed as she came, unable to hold back any longer and knowing she had never experienced anything so wonderful in her whole life. She squealed as Arthur sucked her clit, once again trying to pull away but she was held fast. Now the sensation was gone from the tender bud, instead tingling along the length of her vulva as Arthur changed the direction of his interest.
Giving in completely, she lay back unable to stop the tears as the exquisitely painful sensation washed over and through her, the dull throb slowly ebbing as Arthur’s warm wet tongue induced further spasms of delight. After what seemed like an eternity to Hermione, Arthur finally released his grip on her legs, his tongue performing one final circuit of her sex before he moved away, leaving her panting and sobbing on the workbench.
He stared down at her, his hands once again caressing her soft body, heading for her breasts. He pinched her nipples and Hermione gave a small whimper but Arthur knew it wasn’t in pain. Despite her orgasm, she was still highly aroused and the fondling merely increased the sensation.
For the second time that evening Arthur’s fingers pushed into her, certain that a second orgasm was possible with the penetration if he only kept up the intensity. Again, Hermione squirmed, riding his hand as he continued to savour the taste of her, his tongue running over his lips as he teased and prodded until another wail and the sudden flood indicated Hermione’s release.
Arthur was so aroused by the sight of Hermione, flushed pink from her climax, lying relaxed and defenceless on the workbench, that he had trouble containing himself. He had the urge to fuck her hard, to force himself inside her although he knew she would put up no resistance, that indeed, she wanted him to do it. But he also knew there wasn’t time, not if he was being sensible. With Hermione’s second orgasm they had already spent too long out here and Ron and Harry might already be searching for her.
His cock throbbed almost angrily, reminding Arthur that while Hermione had been fully satiated his own needs were woefully under-met. But there was nothing he could do about it now. However much he desired more it wasn’t going to happen tonight. He had to let Hermione leave before they got caught and everything turned sour.
Hermione was stirring now, moving from the workbench. She reached out to pull Arthur’s robe up intending to release his cock, knowing it needed attention, but he stopped her.
‘We don’t have time, Hermione. They’ll probably be looking for you in the house, and if they come out here—’
He didn’t have to say anything more as Hermione’s expression showed that she understood although she looked disappointed.
‘But I wanted to give you pleasure too,’ she said quietly.
Arthur smiled. ‘You already did. You have no idea how much I enjoyed that. You really are a wonderful artefact to examine.’ He saw Hermione blush again at the compliment. ‘You need to get dressed.’
Reluctant, but also resigned to the fact that their time together was over once more, Hermione picked her clothes up from the floor and began to get dressed as Arthur watched her. She felt disappointed that things had to stop when they had been about to get far more interesting than she had managed so far, but she understood Arthur’s reluctance to risk getting caught. That would never do.
As she dressed, Hermione replayed in her mind the glorious feeling of Arthur’s tongue and fingers working in tandem to provide her with more pleasure than she had ever experienced before. Almost immediately she felt the arousal start to flare again but she tamped it down. She had to leave before Harry and Ron started wondering where she had got to.
‘Thank you so much for what you did, Mr Weasley. It was wonderful.’ she said huskily.
Arthur smiled and nodded. ‘Yes, it was.’
Hermione reached out and grabbed his cock through his robe, squeezing it hard as she stared into his eyes. Arthur couldn’t stop the hiss that escaped his lips at her touch.
‘My turn tomorrow,’ she promised then she released him and walked towards the door.
Arthur’s heart was racing, the throbbing in his cock so intense it hurt as he watched Hermione leave. Her vow to return and the pleasure that return promised was enough to have him pulling his stiff member from his underpants, tugging on it hard as he sought to relieve himself. It didn’t have the finesse that Hermione would have provided — his hands were nowhere near as soft as hers — but his need was great and there was no way he could stop now. He needed to cum and he needed to do it now.
A roar of release was ripped from his throat as Arthur ejaculated. A few seconds later he had used the wand to clean himself up and redressed. He looked at the workbench and smiled. That needed some cleaning as well. Another wave of his wand and it was complete. He opened the drawer and removed the Firewhisky. Once he had poured a measure of the amber liquid, Arthur pulled up a chair gazing into the glass as he slowly replayed every magnificent moment of his time with Hermione.
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