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Fondu Au Noir	By : Wander_Lust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 77866 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Morning comes.
I wake a few hours later to the stillness of the house and the early morning rays peeking through the window. Ginny turns over in her bed.
I stare at her. Her face is quite pretty even in sleep. I creep out of my bed, lightly walking across the room to her. This is the girl that Harry has chosen. My fingers move without my telling them to, sweeping her beautiful red hair from her face.
She sleeps so soundly, uninterrupted, innocent. How envious I am of her. She has a dusting of freckles on her face that is strangely endearing. My fingers skim down her cheek to her lips without stirring.
These are the lips that have kissed Harry. I lean down closer to her face, close enough to kiss but stop just short of doing so. I want to see what he sees just before he closes his eyes to kiss her.
And then I do.
Lightly, I graze my lips upon hers and steal away all of Harry's kisses. I pull away, my eyes trailing down to the column of her long pale neck. My hands fall upon it, my fingers curling around. I long to tighten them, wake her with a gasping breath like I do every night.
For a long moment I stay poised like this as she sleeps on peacefully.
I get up slowly, back away. I need to get away from this room, this house, this family.
I walk out and quietly go down stairs. As I near closer to the bottom floor, I hear movement in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley must be awake.
I steer clear of her, heading to the backdoor with feet as quiet as a mouse.
She sings softly as she prepares her meals, quietly working to ensure a delicious Christmas meal. It is such a motherly move that something tightens in my chest that propels me a little faster.
Once outside I'm blasted by a gust of harsh cold winds. The terrain is a blanket of white. No one in their right minds would want to come out here. I continue.
I head for the large shed in the backyard, wind howling in my ears and snow biting at my cheeks.
It takes me a moment to get the door open due to all the snow. I hurry inside once I do and huddle myself far away from the crack in the door. The tight space of the clutter-filled shed comforts me, strange as it is. Sitting down onto the dirty floor, I close my eyes and feel as if I can breathe. Out here it is not Christmas, there are no Weasley's; it's just a tight little space for me to breathe.
Sadness.
Hatred.
It would have been better to have lived through the Dursley's alone, to not have had his love at all.
I'm jolted as my peace is so unexpectedly interrupted as someone tries to open the shed door.
Harry? My mind automatically thinks, But it's still so early...
It's not Harry.
Ginny steps into the shed. To see her is so unexpected that I don't even get up, I just look at her shocked. Her eyes rove the surroundings until the land on me. As soon as they do, before I can even move, her wand is out and pointed at me.
"Pertrificus Totalus!"
My mind races as my body freezes. Ginny's eyes are hard and filled with dislike as she glares down at me...if looks could kill.
Ah, finally. She's dropping the act. It makes me want to laugh if I weren't petrified.
"Are you utterly mad? I know what you did to me this morning, I woke up the minute you touched me!" She storms her way toward me, eyes alight with rage. "What the bloody hell was that, eh? What the hell is the matter with you?"
Looks like I'm not the only one with questions.
"I'm going to tell Harry what you did! I'm going to tell him how utterly psycho you are! To kiss his girlfriend and then mime choking her...honestly, you're disgusting! I don't know how the two of you are related at all!"
I roll my eyes since they're the only things I can move. Ginny balks at me, her face turning a cherry red as sparks fly from her wand.
"How dare you roll your eyes at me! You think this is some sort of a joke? Are you having a laugh in that insane head of yours? I'm going to tell Harry, do you understand me? I'm going to tell him everything you did! But before I do..."
A truly loathing look crosses her face as she barks at me.
"I'm going to make love to Harry right here, in front of you."
My heart stops still, my eyes staring into hers as she gazes at me deadly serious. She gets even closer, so close the tips of her hair tickle my face.
"Harry is mine." she growls. "I'll make you see that today."
No. No. He won't do it. She'll try to seduce him but he won't do it. He can't.
Flicking her wand again with a muttered levitation spell, Ginny moves my body to a different spot unseen before roughly maneuvering my head so I'll be able to see the front of the shed.
With one last hard stare, Ginny exists. My heart pounds rapidly as I try to come up with a way to get out of this. I can't...I can't...It would ruin me to see them together. I can't allow it. I'd rather die. Rip my own eyes out.
But there's nothing. There's nothing to stop this from happening.
All too soon, I hear the struggle to get the shed open again. I stare with open panic as Ginny steps in again, her hand tightly holding Harry's as she drags him in behind her.
Oh God, please no. Please, please, no. Anything but this!
Briefly, Ginny's eyes land on mine with a stone cold hardness. She's not going to change her mind.
"Gin, it's freezing. I don't know why you wanted to come down here."
Swiftly turning onto her heal, Ginny faces Harry so her back is turned to me. Since she's nearly as tall as him, I can't see Harry's face.
"I wanted to give you your Christmas gift but it's not something I can give you in front of others."
Seduction is all in her voice. There's no questioning what she's implying.
Walk away Harry. Don't do it. Just tell her no and walk out.
Harry doesn't though. He doesn't do anything as Ginny takes a step back away from him to lift her shirt brazenly off of herself.
My heart shatters. I can literally feel it like a physical wound. I can't even close my eyes to escape. I can only stare as Ginny unclasps her bra, reaches out and touches him.
He's like a doll in her hands. She pushes him back against the wall adjacent to me so I can see them more clearly. He just stares down at her as she takes his hands to cup her breasts and then reaches out to kiss him.
Harry doesn't close his eyes as she kisses him. His skin doesn't flush nor does he look hazed over by lust. He looks almost lifeless compared to Ginny's obvious fire.
But he doesn't remove his hands and he doesn't refuse her kisses.
Ginny gets more fevered as they kiss, her hands reaching out to straight undoing his pajama shirt.
Harry breaks the kiss, his hands reaching out to still Ginny.
Hope blossoms in my chest. He's not going to do it. I don't think I've ever felt more relieved. Ginny, looks up at him, already on the way to mortification.
"Gin, I don't-"
In a surprising move, Ginny drops to her knees before him, her eyes determined.
"Don't speak Harry." she says as she pulls down both his pajamas and underwear.
"Whoa," he says at her quick movement as she reaches out to grasp his flaccid cock with one hand.
"This is my gift to you, don't ruin it." Licking her lips she goes down on him, giving his shaft a quick lick as she pumps him.
I scream in my head. I scream and scream and scream, staring at Harry hard so he can feel my gaze burning into him so he would put an end to this but it doesn't stop.
Harry's hands clench at his sides as his face scrunches up in a very pained expression as she works his cock to hardness. He doesn't touch her as his eyes finally close tightly. Something about him is like a trapped little boy hiding under the covers. His reaction is so far from what one should get when getting head from his girlfriend.
But he doesn't stop her.
Ginny stands when his cock gets semi-erect, still giving him a hand job as she gets closer to him so their chests are touching. Pressing another kiss to his lips, her hand starts to slow down before stopping altogether.
Harry opens his eyes just before Ginny reaches up to take off his glasses. Carefully placing them beside them, Ginny resumes stripping herself of clothing leaving herself naked before him. Her build is athletic, her breasts probably the same size as my own. She doesn't fidget in shame before Harry like most girls would, instead she reaches out to finish de-clothing Harry too.
There is a hot, painful, lump in my throat. My eyes burn.
Please let this end soon. It has to end soon.
Ginny takes Harry's hands again, switching them around. Quickly leaning down to grab Harry's shirt, she places it against a sort of workbench before perching herself on top of it.
Harry braces his arm on either side of her as she wraps her long legs around him. Snaking her hand between them, Ginny grabs hold of his cock and positions it slowly at her entrance before raising her hips to slide herself down.
Her gasp is like torture to me. It's the gasp of her being filled with his cock, joining together in the most intimate way that a man and a woman can. Her hands come down to grasp his buttocks, moving him faster in and out.
Ginny starts to moan as the slapping sounds of their skin get harder and faster. The bench makes a banging sound with their movements too. Bambambam against the shed wall.
Go somewhere else. Don't listen. Don't see. Don't think.
Ginny wraps her arms tightly around Harry's shoulders as her moans get more desperate.
"Ah, yeah, that it's Harry!" she cries squeezing even closer to him so there's no space between them.
Harry freezes for second before both his hands come up to pull Ginny's off of him, his hands curling around her wrists to pin them down to her sides. He stares at her for a second with a blankness that I don't understand before he shuts his eyes and starts moving again, keeping a distance between their bodies. Ginny's head falls back against the wall as Harry hovers over her.
It ends quickly after that as Ginny cries out hoarsely.
Harry pulls out immediately after before he does something odd as Ginny stays unaware in post climatic bliss. He grabs tightly the base of his cock and then pulls his balls down with an agonized face.
I realize it's to stop him from cumming.
It's over.
Ginny opens her eyes just as Harry let's go panting. Smiling, she tenderly reaches out to trail her fingers down his chest.
"You came outside, right Harry?"
"Yeah, 'course." he says with no hesitation as he steps back away and reaches down to gather their clothes. Ginny sits up, flicking her hair back as she watches him.
"Happy Christmas Harry." the coy lit to her voice sickens me. Harry just smiles as he hands her back her things.
"Yeah, Happy Christmas." he puts on his clothes as Ginny slides down and starts doing the same. Her eyes flick over to me coolly.
"There's something I have to tell you as well Harry."
"Well, it'll have to wait."
Ginny's eyebrows pull down as she rounds on him.
"Why?"
"Because I have to check on Hermione-"
"Hermione is fine. Why are you always-"Ginny stops, snapping her mouth shut as she restrains herself.
"It's just that she was sick yesterday and I want to make sure she's okay. Anyway, we can talk later."
"But it's important-"
"So we'll talk about it right after I check on her." Planting a kiss to her head, Harry opens the door, letting a blast of freezing cold air in.
"Harry!" Ginny screams after him. Scrambling to put the rest of her clothes on, Ginny doesn't pause as she shoots out the shed, leaving the door wide open.
The cold blows in uninterrupted as I stay still like a doll. I'm numb. Gone.
My breath escapes in a visible puff, reminding me that I am still alive. This is going to hurt.
Just turn me into ice.
Unfortunately, that's when the spell decides to end and I'm thrust back into my body.
I flop down to the floor, my body melting with the relaxed muscles. I tremble in the cold as the numbness fades and I feel again. I need to get out of here. Really leave.
I stand on shaky legs. The trek from here back to the house looks long and dismal. I go.
When I enter the house this time it's bustling but not in the merriment of Christmas. I don't get noticed right away and I think that I can make it to the stairs without getting noticed at all.
"Hermione!" Arthur, unfortunately, spots me, immediately catching Molly's attention.
"Hermione, where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" Her shrieking voice only heightens my inherent need to leave. I don't pause.
"I need to go." I state, climbing up the stairs. I hear them start to follow and quicken my steps.
"Go where, dear? Wait!"
"I have to go!"
"Reckon it's the loo, then." I hear Arthur say as I practically run up the steps. I hear people moving all around but I meet with no one as I quickly enter Ginny's room.
I beeline for my wand and then my suitcase. Deftly, I spell all my things into my trunk and am ready in no time at all.
Heavy footsteps barreling down the stairs is my only warning to someone approaching. I quickly tuck my packed suitcase in a temporary hiding place in a nook between the closet and the door.
"Hermione!" Harry yells just as he burst open the door. I turn to him as he crosses to me, his hands come to wrap around my upper arms. "Where the bloody hell have you been? I've looked everywhere for you."
With speed like a seeker, I flick my wand at the door, slamming it shut before brandishing a muffilato spell around the room.
"Wha-"
I turn my wand onto him, watching as his eyes go wide.
"Stupefy!"
The wind howls outside like a wild beast.
I stare closely at Harry's face, eyes closed, breathing softly. My hand reaches up to brush some hair out of his eyes.
That is the moment Harry's eyes shoot open, flinching back at my unexpected close proximity and banging his head against the headboard.
"Oh, that was quick." I say as I pull back. Confusion dominates Harry's face as he blinks sluggishly up at me.
"What-" He cuts off as tries to move and finds he can't. His eyes travel up to the ropes tying his hands up against the headboard.
"I tied you up, Harry." I answer his unspoken question. An uneasy look crosses Harry's face as his eyes turn back to me.
"Why would you do that Hermione. Take them off-"
"No!" I say it with such strength it stops Harry. I turn away from him biting my lip as I sit more fully on his lap. "I don't want you to try to stop me."
"Hermione, what's going on? Ginny told me what you did this morning. I'm really worried-"
"Shut up!" I shut, my hands slamming down on his chest. "Don't say her name! Why are you always saying her name?" Why does he always have to be thinking about her? Concerned for her? Picking her over me?
It's always about her!
"What is your problem? You have got to stop this Hermione."
You want to be with her, you're happier with her, you love her more...?
"No, enough!"
Pained, I lean over him, my lips capturing his as I take off his glasses.
"Mhm!"
I snake my tongue out to touch his lips, using my fingers to pry open his mouth. I pull back slightly to looking into his eyes as my tongue forces its way to his.
Harry's cheeks a flushed as he makes all sorts of noises, his eyes reluctant but not entirely deterred by my advances. He shuts them so I can't see, so I press more, sucking his tongue to feel him squirm then touching the roof of his mouth. He feels it.
"Nnn!"
I bite his lip before sucking on that too.
"Look at you." I say as Harry pants, leaning down to speak directly in his ear. "Such a perverted face." I take his ear lip gently between my teeth causing Harry to shiver.
I peer back to look at him, an overwhelming feeling erupting on my face. Harry looks up at me through his fringe, his eyes lustful but defiant all at once.
"No, I just can't stand it."
My hands go to his shirt opening it to access his neck.
Roughly, I sink my teeth down, making Harry hiss painfully. There's a desperate feeling in me that makes me feel wild. Harry is mine...Harry is mine... No matter what, Harry is mine...
"Ginny has no right to see this face."
I soothe the wound with my tongue before sucking on his neck.
"I love you more than her by far, so let me have you too. It's not right, it's not fair if only she gets to."
I trail my lips down his stomach, the muscles spasming the lower I get.
Harry stop's breathing for a second, his face shocked and reminiscent of a sad little puppy.
"Don't-" he starts as I unbuckle his pants. I raise my eyes to his with a hard glint.
"No." I pull the zipper down over the obvious bulged in his pants. My breathing stills at his eager reaction to me despite all his protests. There's a dark spot in his underwear from his precum.
I can't help myself, I'm ruled by deviance. I lick that spot causing a hiss to sound above me. I'm lost in this wave of heat. I suck in the tip of him through the cloth, the anticipation building low in my stomach. Harry's stomach muscles keep moving, his hips unconsciously rising toward me. I want to give him more.
I want to feel him, want to see him naked, horny for me...because of me.
I pull his underwear down freeing Harry's cock. It springs up, which surprises me. I gaze at it before hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch the tip where his cum is leaking out from. I can feel the heat of Harry's eyes on me, making my heart beat wildly. The sound seems to consume the room, along with our pants, and his reluctant groans.
He can't take anymore teasing, I can tell. I take him fully into my hands to feel his cock get even bigger.
He's so hard, the tip of him leaking so much. I want to taste him. I peek up at him as I take him into my mouth but his eyes are closed, his face flushed, deliciously ashamed.
"S-stop. Ah!" It's clear that his body doesn't want me to stop though, his hips rising to help slide in and out of my mouth. "Uh! H-hermione!"
Oh God, I've never been so turned on in my life yet there's a misery so profound. I want to hear more of his moans. I want to see more of his lust. My core throbs for him. I'm wet and I wish I could release his hands so he could touch me too.
But I can't he'd run away and I want to make him feel good.
I take him into my hands as my mouth lowers to his balls sack. I suck on one and then the other making Harry's body arch as he gasps, head hitting the board again.
"Nnno!" he cries as I lick the tip of his cock and slide my hand up and down his shaft in a circular motion. His cock is pulsating in my hands with his need to come.
I take him fully in my mouth again as I cup his balls.
And just like that, he cums. It shoots heavily into my mouth and I choke around his dick, swallowing reflexively; I pull away gasping, feeling flushed and heady as some more cum shoots out.
"Hermione!" he shouts, his knuckles white around the binds he's clenching, his face. God his face. Yes. It's exactly what I wanted, drunk with desire.
I swallow what didn't spill from my mouth as Harry struggles to recapture his breath. Fast. Didn't expect that. And so much.
"Why?"
I look up at him to find him staring at me, face flushed and eyes so torn as if about to cry. "I'm the one who wants to cry so why do you have tears down your face?" He asks me. I bite my lip to prevent a sob from escaping as more tears slide down my face.
"Because I love you!"
And then I let it go, a horrible wounded sound escaping my mouth as I lift my face toward the ceiling.
"And I just want you to love me back!"
An agonized look crosses Harry's face as I cry.
It's done now.
"Nonononono!" My hands grip my chest, wanting to scream, wanting it all to go away. "It's horrible! This feels absolutely terrible!"
"Hermione, please! Whatever you're thinking, don't. Just calm down. I do love you-"
I lose all strength, my head falling to rest on his chest. It would be nice to stay here. My tears fall onto his chest and run down the plains of his stomach.
I take a gasping breath, try to reign it all back in. Control yourself! You have to control yourself!
"Love you Hermione so much. Adore you. Need you!"
I sit back up slowly, unable to look at him as I climb off him.
"Hermione?" I've never heard Harry's voice sound so scared.
I walk to my suitcase and pull it to me.
I don't look at him.
I never get to see the devastated anguished expression on Harry's face. I hear him struggle to get out of the binds but know he can't possibly since its a magical bind.
"What is that for Hermione? Are you going to leave me?" He thrashes wildly against the binds, his voice panicked, crazed, utterly frantic.
"I love you Harry." I shut my eyes tight, clench my hair into my fist. I feel so ashamed. What is wrong with me? How did I drive us to this point? Why couldn't I have just stopped?
"No you don't! Or you wouldn't be trying to leave me! How could you even possibly think of doing this to me!"
I walk to the door confident that my confundous charm will prevent any unwelcome faces from waiting for me.
"Hermione! Hermione I'm begging you not to do this. Don't go! I'll leave Ginny! I won't ever speak to Ron again so don't go! You're the only one I have to have in my life!"
God, he sounds almost as heartbroken as me. But that's not possible because he doesn't love me like I love him he's just saying this but he doesn't really mean it.
I open the door and quickly exit, shutting off Harry's howls.
And finally, finally, I leave.
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