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Disillusioned	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I know, I haven't updated my other stories in a long time. I could list about a hundred excuses but I know readers aren't interested in hearing them. Needless to say, I haven't been writing. At all. I am trying a new approach, to see where my muse takes me. If I am uninspired, I cannot write. So what that tells you about my state of mind based on my fan fiction is, well, yours to muse over. :0)

Rambling aside, enjoy. I don't know if this will end as a one shot or turn into a multi-chaptered fic, but if it does, it will end up getting transferrred at some point threesomes/moresomes. 'Nuff said. R&R please!

Disillusioned

It was extremely unorthodox. It was totally unlike her. Hermione Granger had no idea what had possessed her to proposition Harry in the middle of the night except that’d she had another one of THOSE nightmares again; the one where she was lost in the labyrinth of Malfoy Manor with Bellatrix chasing her, cackling with glee and sending Crucio after Crucio from her wand, sometimes catching her. The dream ended just as the evil, dead bitch caught up to her and pointed her wand between the shuddering, exhausted young woman’s eyes shouting, “Crucio!”, the echo ringing in her ears as the distraught Hermione bolted upright, every night, covered in sweat and tears.

She hadn’t been able to take it anymore. Despite the fact that everyone was still reeling from the Final Battle, she had tried to keep her problems to herself. Neither had she been able to be supportive of her friends. Ginny and Tonks were dead, Harry never coming out of his room at Grimmauld for a month solid. The hero parties and invites died out quickly when the so-called Golden Trio shunned the limelight for a pint or twenty of bitter and insufferable solitude.

They were surrounded by one another and no one at all. Each body was a ghost within the dreary halls, Mrs. Black’s portrait shrieking of Mudblood filth every time a half-blood or Muggleborn deigned walk in or out the front door. No one bothered to stop her. Her screaming was the only noise in the house, some days.

So she’d woken in that familiar soaked, distraught state, unable to bear it any longer as her bare, chilled feet thudded dully down the hall to stop before the door she presumed was Harry’s. It had been his Godfather’s old bedroom. While the irony was a bit macabre, she understood his need to be close to the man. There wasn’t much else to remember him by physically other than the hidden house and decrepit belongings.

He’d opened the door before her hand raised to knock.

“I knew you would come. I’ve waited for you.”

She assumed she was dreaming again, a sick continuation of her dream with Bellatrix that somehow, she’d wandered in her sleep to Harry’s bedroom and now was dreaming about finding comfort in his arms. Harry had never looked at her in a sexual way, as far as she could tell, but this Harry looked very different from the one she went to school with.

A darkness haunted his eyes that never went away. Too many had died, despite the victory of light over dark, at his hand, in his name. He just wanted to forget. He sensed she’d come, and she had.

Together, they would forget, just for a while, with one another in the only way their numbed minds could fathom; in sweet, physical, healing release.

Hermione sweated above him, her thin cotton nightgown gathered around her waist, dimly covering the intimate area at which they were joined. The arms had been pulled down and the neckline rested tightly under her breasts.

Harry’s hands were much larger than she remembered as she idly observed them plucking and kneading her nipples into tight little buds. Intense pleasure shot through from her nipples straight to her clit, yet she felt detached from it all. It was like watching someone else perform and enjoy the actions from outside her own body. There was no doubt that her body was very much enjoying itself, giving great pleasure and succor to one of her best friends turned lover.

Harry’s eyes alternated between squeezing tightly shut and snapping open, his teeth clenched together, a pained, almost heady grimace etched on his face. It made his scar bunch up in a way that reminded her of an odd tattoo, almost like a moving snake. Like an angler snagging a fish, a stray thought it popped into her head that things might have gone very differently if he’d been sorted into Slytherin. Maybe she wouldn’t be fucking his brains out like she was right now.

With a shriek, she was forced to respond when Harry kicked off the bed and flipped her around, cock still buried balls-deep inside her soaked cunt.

“Hermione, please!” he seemed to beg through the tight clench of his teeth.

He wanted something from her. The wheels in her head turned at a snail’s pace compared to the rate of his plunging body. For the life of her, Hermione just couldn’t figure out what he was asking. In fact, her mind seemed to be floating away to a place that was entirely detached from her body’s reality. This was a dream, after all, and since it wasn’t real, she could simply drift onto the next dream.

Unaware of her own body’s reaction to Harry’s thick cock spearing her tightening pussy over and over again, at last her throat opened of its own accord, a low, staccato wail escaping through strained vocal chords dry with disuse. The sound gained in intensity, penetrating the walls and threatening to wake other inhabitants of the Black household.

“Hermione, shhhh, be quiet everyone will hear us, they’ll- Oh Fuck!” Harry exclaimed, frantic to shut her up and thrilled to finally pry some sound out of her simultaneously. In his desperate attempt to shush her, his lips closed over those of his longtime friend, effectively muffling her cries while her vaginal muscles threatened to constrict his cock the way Nagini had constricted around Severus Snape’s body.

Trembling with need and unable to move, Harry simply French kissed the sweat soaked girl, his cock so fucking hard for her he wanted to cry. It never should have been this way. This should have been Ginny under him, crying out for him in the throes of orgasm, falling in love and starting a family with him. But that dream was gone, and all Hermione and Harry had left was one another since Ron’s sudden disappearance the day after the Final Battle.

Hermione’s arms snaked around his neck, pulling him to her as she finally seemed to come-to a bit, her eyes opening and widening in sudden recognition at the peak of her arousal.

Harry missed what the dawning realization meant; simply assuming it was her reaction to the incredible bliss her body had achieved as a result of their combined efforts

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This was no dream. This was real, and Harry was fucking her. And oh, Circe and Morgana’s left tit did it feel good!

A ton of bricks is a poor comparison for how her climax yanked her from the inner recesses of her mind’s dark playground, forcing her into the present of a panting, straining, very sexy Harry mounted on top of her.

“Oh, Harry….”

Her acknowledgment of every man’s main achievement (well, the considerate ones anyway) during sex, to get their partner off first, shattered his grimace into a transformed, genuine grin. The black-haired young man started moving inside of her again, the tip of his cock catching her g-spot on every fourth or fifth thrust. His lips came down again to meet hers, more softly this time, in direct opposition to the force of his hips driving her into the mattress.

Hermione’s small hands pushed him off of her slightly and at his confused look, she smiled lightly and said, “Let me turn over.”

His dick popped wetly from her sheathe, straining proudly against his toned, Quidditch developed body. Vivid green eyes never left her, following every curve he’d never deigned to notice before.

Hermione assumed a submissive position, ass in the air with her head lowered to the mussed up bed.

“Harry, fuck me, I need you so much.”

A great breath was heard escaping from lungs and his weight made the center of the bed sag slightly more than it should have, perhaps. Gripping her hips, Harry almost spilled his load over the swell of her buttocks when her tight pucker came into full view.

He hesitated, considering, then moved down. If she’d have him, maybe they could try that another time. It was something Harry’d always wanted to try and never been given the opportunity.

Instead, he lined his angry, swollen member with her entrance and positioned himself over her back. He rested his left hand on the bed and curled his right under her body to stabilize her.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to last very long in this position.”

“Fuck me, Harry, just do it.”

He needed no further urging. His body sang with pleasure, the tightly wound lust exploding into his fingertips and toes as he shoved his full length into her. It seemed so natural to be inside of her. Somehow, this coming together was exactly what they both had needed and could instinctively feel as they came together as one. There was no awkwardness as Harry humped away, hissing and swearing lightly into her ear, telling her how fucking gorgeous she was and how tight she felt wrapped around his dick.

Yes, Harry had quite a dirty mouth when he was in the throes of sexual intercourse.

Harry bit into her shoulder lightly, his teeth scraping against the soft skin and down over her shoulder blade. Breath was coming fast and furious now, beaded sweat rolling off the tip of his nose, soaking his chest and her back with his effort.

Then she started fucking him back.

“God, yes, god, yes, god yes, Hermione don’t stop doing that,” he cried out a bit loudly, uncaring now that he was the one endangering their midnight romp.

Suddenly, Harry was desperate for her to come again, his own seemingly out of reach as he teetered on the brink, unable to push himself over no matter how hard or fast he fucked.

“I want you to come,” her muffled reply came from somewhere amongst the bed linens. Her legs were weak and her back was crying out from the unaccustomed weight and force of his body.

Turning on the pressure turned out to be the wrong thing to do, for Harry’s urge to come plummeted as he swore and his frantic thrusting slowed to a halt.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, cricking her neck around to try and get a look at his face.

Harry wiped the sweat from his brow with the comforter.

“I’m not going to come.”

“But I thought you were almost there.”

“Yah, me too but, I guess it’s not going to happen. I’m knackered.”

“Maybe if you tried something different.”

She sat up cross-legged, her mind now alert and churning over the problem. Like herself of old, presented with a puzzle, Hermione Granger pondered what they could do that would get him off.

“Hermione, I appreciate the effort, but it’s not going to happen tonight. I tried everything I could think of.”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose in surprise. She had thought Harry was more sexually experienced, but apparently he hadn’t done very much if he thought they’d tried “it all”.

“There is a lot more we can do,” she whispered softly, falling to all fours to approach him.

“There-there is?” he stammered, very self-conscious now that they were actually talking about it, naked in front of one another. It seemed an odd moment to be bashful but he couldn’t help it. The way she was looking at him made him feel very vulnerable and inadequate.

“Yes, I’m sure there is something that turns you on more than the standard positions.”

Her chocolate brown eyes peered up at him through thick lashes as she licked her lips.

Harry swallowed heavily.

“Like what?”

Her head came down and that sweet, delectable mouth took his cock inside with no hesitation.

Harry was shocked that she’d done that without batting an eye, and after he’d been inside her for some time as well. It didn’t take him long to lose his mind while she worked his cock with her mouth and hands, his own fisting in bunches of her curling chestnut hair and beginning to thrust into her mouth.

“Fuck, Hermione, so go-good, oh, oh, right there, oh!”

The young man didn’t know his own strength and pushed past the back of her throat. Hermione gagged and tried to push him off but the pressure felt so good he shushed her, trying to get her to relax as he continued to force his way in until he could go no further. Hermione stilled beneath him, holding her breath until he finally pulled back out almost all the way, a great draught of air filling her nose before she allowed him to push in all the way once more. She had relaxed.

“Good, good, so good, so good,” he crooned, his eyes glued to this erotic nymph sucking his cock like she was born to the job. He’d never gotten a blow this good from Ginny, or the other two girls he’d allowed suck him off a time or two.

The wiry muscles in his ass clenched and his hips snapped forward when she sucked hard, drawing in her cheeks on his way back out again. The movement caught her by surprise and she gagged again. The obvious sound of her almost retching made his dick impossibly hard. Could he possibly be getting turned on by this? By hell, he surely was.

Yet he didn’t want to hurt her, so he pulled out and apologized, letting her take a minute to catch her breath and swallow. His insistent erection demanded entry once more, bobbing against her cheek like an enthusiastic soldier about to take shore leave.

The suck-fest began in earnest with him pushing into her throat and she sucking fully on the way out. Harry felt the fire return to his body, that slow burn in his stomach and chest that seemed to intensify with each thrust and return from her throat. She was turning him so much, more than he’d ever been in his short life. He’d heard of deep throating but never experienced it. There was no way he’d ever be able to go without again.

Despite the lovely blowjob he wanted to come inside of her. It seemed dirty, somehow, to blow his load down her throat or on her body. He wanted to give her one more orgasm before he finally laid claim to her pussy with his hot come. The man’s balls were heavy as he gently withdrew from her throat and laid her back on the bed.

“Harry?” she questioned as he put a finger to her lips, pushing her legs up so they rested about her head, his fingers spreading her labia and spreading her lubrication over her clit and his cock.

“I’m going to come inside of you. I need you. Please.”

His quiet plea cornered her heart, giving her no choice but to allow him this measure of peace. If he wanted to seek out his climax and gift it to her, it was the least she could give him after he’d pleasured her so much this night.

“Yes, I want you to. I’m ready.”

Harry murmured an incantation and placed his hands on her belly. A swirl of magic settled oddly in her uterus while Harry settled into position.

There was no rush this time. Legs draped over his shoulders, Harry made love to Hermione, kissing her soundly, passionately, and deeply, evoking that burn in her own body as his climbed ever higher.

This position afforded him a different, deeper angle than before. The tip of his cock touched her sweet spot every time now and when he heard her breath hitch in just that way, he kept the angle straight and true to hear the continued gasps elicited by his well-endowed tool.

The air reeked of sex, the heady scent infiltrating their nostrils, the two young people completely wrapped up in the sensuality of their carnality.

Like the notes of a violin growing ever sweeter, ever higher, he played her body with his own until she bit down on his lip, drawing blood while her cunt contracted and spasmed violently around him. A great gush of fluid soaked his groin and her fingernails dug into his back, pulling hard.

Something snapped within Harry. Every bit of anguish, every moment of frustration, each useless tear and cry for help transformed into a tight ball at the base of his groin. Hermione’s nails raked down his back, the pain unleashing the ball into a home run that flew through his body and into his gorgeous friend’s with an intensity that practically blew his mind.

Harry’s back arched, his voice guttural in its utterance of pleasure. His dick exploded with thick, heavy jets of come that seemed never to end, mixing with Hermione’s juices and leaking back out from around the corners of his shaft.

The rifts from the fingernail trails in his back stung with the sweat and ecstasy as he continued to jerk and shudder inside of her. At long last, his high ended and the dizziness subsided.

Still buried inside of her, Harry looked down at Hermione and was relieved to find her sated, lazy smile beaming back at him. With a sideways grin he pulled from her in time to jump from the rattling of his door on its very hinges.

“Harry? Are you alright? What’s going on in there?”

Molly Weasley’s shrill voice cut through the wood like melted butter as she pounded on the door threatening to come in.

Harry and Hermione collapsed in a tangle of limbs, laughter and sexual emissions before Harry returned Molly’s frantic calling.

“Molly, I’m fine, it was just a dream.”

“Do you want me to wake Arthur or Remus?”

“No, we’ll, I mean, I’ll be fine!”

“Is Hermione with you?”

He was quiet for a moment, amused as Hermione made cutting motions across her throat that he reply no, she wasn’t there.

“Yes, Molly. She went to use the loo and heard me so she came in to wake me up. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? I could get some tea-“

“We’re fine Molly, and goodnight.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Harry. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With a slight shake of his head Harry headed back to the bed. He grabbed his wand and scourgified them both and the bed to the best of his ability.

When Hermione tried to get up to leave he just pulled her back into his chest and breathed softly, “Stay.”

And she did, that night, and many more thereafter.
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