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acquiescenceSo here is my submission to the sunandsmut exchange, just finally getting around to posting it.
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title: Unusual Results
pairing: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Hermione/Ron
rating: NC-17
summary: Hermione arithmancy calculations don’t come out quite as planned
word count: 2650
disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, I’m not making a profit off the dear boy, nor will I ever.
author’s notes: I hope you enjoy this, it’s the first time I’ve ever written this pairing, but I’m pretty happy with the results. Enjoy!
She wasn’t sure how this had happened; she had gone over all the possible outcomes again and again and this had not been one of them. And despite her meticulous calculations she couldn’t deny what was happening to her. She felt her stomach tighten and her pulse increase, her breathing deepened and her voice jumped several pitches.
She was acting like those silly girls who had always driven her crazy. Hermione Jane Granger did not act like a smitten teenage girl, no matter who was involved, especially when her best friend was involved.
And yet here she was, her mind focusing not on the report in front of her but rather on those green eyes, that messy hair, that lop-sided grin, those lips, those hands … Merlin this was not helping. She sighed and sat up straighter, took a moment to organize her already pristine desk, and then picked up the report once more.
It is the opinion of this board that in reference to Muggle relations, the Ministry of Magic should consider further action towards increasing Wizarding awareness of muggle customs and practices. Such action will, in time, help to insure the secrecy of the Wizarding world, from the ever expanding world of the muggles …
Hermione sighed as her mind once again drifted away from the words on the page, the report which she and the rest of her department had worked so hard on completing for the Minister’s consideration. She should have been double checking everything, making completely certain there were no mistakes. And yet her mind was not on the pages in front of her, but rather recalling the night all this had begun.
~*~*~*~
“Oh come on Harry, it’s not a big deal, besides everyone knows you fancy Ronald.”
He blushed, and pushed his glasses up his nose; even after all these years he never did get new glasses. It was something Hermione had always liked about him; no matter where he was he was always just Harry. He never did let his ever-growing fame change him.
“Well that’s the point entirely Hermione, I fancy Ron. I mean I’m sure if I fancied women you’d be my first choice, but the fact of the matter is I don’t. I don’t see how I can help you.”
“And that Harry is precisely my point; you fancy blokes, so helping me out shouldn’t be a problem for you, besides I’ve already talked to Ron about it and he seemed up for it.”
She smiled sweetly; Harry was beginning to see that he wouldn’t be getting out of this even if he wanted to. Hermione had become very good at getting her way. He shook his head; he had always admired her persistence, even if it could get annoying at times. It was a part of what made her Hermione, she’d been one of his best friends for years, and he had to admit he loved her.
“So what did you have in mind?”
~*~*~*~
“Hermione, are you almost done revising that report? We need to turn it in by the end of the day.”
“Oh yes, I’ll be finished here in just a few minutes.”
Hermione was rapidly pulled out of her daydreaming, and she shook her head. Focus now Hermione, just get through this report and then you can daydream all you want. You’ve worked on this for months now; don’t go letting something silly like this mess you up right here at the end.
She marked the few changes she wanted made before the report made it to committee, and sent it to be edited once more. She went back to her desk, rearranging things yet again that afternoon. She tried to work on her newest assignment, upcoming proposals based on the committee’s decision and yet she couldn’t stay focused.
She sucked at the inside of her cheek, debating leaving early that afternoon. It would be the first time since she’d started over 3 years ago. Hermione received a few shocked looks from those who noticed her leaving before 6, but she ignored them, and that nagging voice in the back of her head reminding her of all she needed to get done.
~*~*~*~
“Do you really think he’ll help me though?”
“Of course he will, Harry loves you ‘Mione. Besides just tell him I said I didn’t mind and he’ll be fine.”
“Am I just being silly, Ron?”
“No, you’re being your usual analytical self. ‘Sides it’s a bit strange you haven’t done anything about this before now.”
She blushed for a moment and slapped his arm.
“Honestly, Ronald”
He grimaced as she used his full name, and rocked forward on his hands.
“So I’m curious why not me?” She had to admit he was excellent at directing the conversation anyway he liked.
“It seems safest this way, and my arithmancy calculations show there is less chance for unwanted side effects for either of us this way.”
“Ah, well best play it safe I suppose.”
~*~*~*~
“Are you sure about this Hermione?”
He’d never seen her nervous like this; she was normally the one who stayed calm and collected, standing strong in her calculations and all that.
“Yeah, yes, I mean yes I am.”
It really wasn’t all that strange that Hermione had never had sex before, she’d only been out of school a few years, and she’d been busy proving herself at her ministry job. It wasn’t like she had all the time in the world to pursue men. This was best, she could see what all the fuss was about and then go back to her life, and wait a little longer if she needed to.
She took a deep breath, settling her nerves and pushing down any last minute doubts and leaned forward her lips lightly brushing his. Harry felt his stomach flutter as her warm lips presses against his gently. She was different that Ron, his lips were always rough and demanding. Hermione’s were soft, acquiescing, unsure, ripe, sweet, oh just so many things all at once. He couldn’t help himself and he tilted his head slightly driving his lips more forcefully against hers.
Hermione felt a growing warmth in her stomach that spread throughout her body as Harry’s hand caressed her jaw before pushing back through her thick hair to cradle her neck. His tongue pushed eagerly against her lips, insisting entrance and she let out a soft whimper as she parted her lips.
Harry wasted no time thrusting his impatient tongue past those soft lips and into the warmth of her mouth, her taste flooding his senses. Tea with sugar and cream, jam and toast, chocolate frogs, and something that was all together Hermione. He groaned and plunged his tongue in deeper, hungry for more of her as her small hands gripped at his broad shoulders.
Suddenly Hermione was feeling very overwhelmed, already things were going differently than she had planned, and yet she couldn’t make herself stop it. She clung to Harry as his tongue drove in and out of her mouth, her own tongue dipping and following hungrily after his.
Harry growled against Hermione’s open acquiescent mouth, something unexpected rising up in him as he felt her open beneath him. He pulled her up from her seat and pushed her against the nearest wall before she had a chance to protest, given only time to gasp against his lips before they claimed her’s once more. He arched his hips forward driving them both further against the wall.
This was not at all what Hermione had pictured when she thought to ask Harry to help her. He was the quiet soft spoken one; he shouldn’t be rocking his hips against hers so deliciously like that again and again. He shouldn’t be pushing his hand up under her skirt and into her knickers, and she should most definitely not be so wet. And as Harry’s hand fingers worked a type of magic Hermione had never know before, all thoughts of shouldn’t fled her mind and she was lost to him.
She could only cling to him as his fingers plunged into her; she gasped his name into his warm neck as he ducked his head to capture a pert nipple between his teeth. She shuddered as he parted from her suddenly, and just as quickly spun her around and pressed her face against the cool wall. All she could do was press her palms against the wall, her body cried out for more of him as he pushed her skirt up over her back and shifted her knickers to the side.
“Is this what you want?” Harry groaned, the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
She could only groan and arch her back to press back against him, hoping that would be enough for him to sate her lust. He grinned wickedly and eased back as she moved towards him.
“I asked you a question, Hermione. Is this what you want?” He rocked his hips, letting his cock grind against her as if emphasizing his question.
“Oh Merlin, yes Harry, please!” She gasped.
And in one easy motion he was buried deeply within her. Hermione clamped her eyes closed as stars exploded around them. She arched her back sharply and cried out as Harry filled her.
~*~*~*~
“Hermione, are you alright?” Ginny looked a bit worried. “You’ve been daydreaming ever since you got home this afternoon.”
“Hmm … oh sorry Gin, I guess my mind is just somewhere else tonight.” Hermione offered a slight smile and then picked up her book once more; she knew she was lost in thoughts of the previous night.
Ginny watched her roommate and wondered what had happened to her, she’d been acting like this ever since she got home and she was beginning to worry about her. It wasn’t like Hermione to get caught up in flights of fancy; she was usually the calm collected academic one. And yet here she was lost in yet another day dream.
~*~*~*~
“Hermione, are you alright?” Harry was stroking her hair gently as she lay beside him.
“Mmm yes, never better Harry, never better.” She sighed contentedly and snuggled up against his side.
The entire experience had been entirely different than what she had been anticipating. As usual she was supposed to be the one in charge the entire time, she had planned out before hand exactly what would happen during their encounter. And yet, from the moment it began those plans were completely forgotten. And she found that she didn’t care in the slightest.
She loved the way he had so easily taken control, and what surprised her the most was that she didn’t miss it. She had happily given it over to him and would do so again if he asked. She furrowed her brow and pushed that thought from her mind.
They both knew this was only an experiment; Harry had been nice enough to help her out so that their friends would stop pestering her to get laid. This was just a one time thing; they had both reassured the other of that before beginning.
So why were thoughts of second, third, and many more encounters entering her mind? She knew Harry was in a wonderful relationship with Ron and she didn’t want to mess that up, so why was she being so silly?
She was Hermione Jane Granger, she did not get crushes on boys, she did not imagine what it would be like to wake up next to a warm man every morning, she did not breathe in his scent and clench her thighs together, she did not press herself against him during the night, and she most certainly did not climb on top of him in the middle of the night to let him fill her once more.
She groaned as Harry’s hands guided her motions; she wanted to arch her back and drive herself down on his thick shaft, yet he held her, kept her moving at a maddeningly slow pace. Hermione rocked her hips as Harry eased her up and down over his cock. She thought she would go mad for all the sensations building up within her and very nearly did as she felt herself fall over that mighty precipice with only Harry to catch her.
He did, as she knew he would, and he wrapped his arms around her and let her fall asleep like that. And she decided then that she wouldn’t worry about the next time, but instead soak in every second of this time. She nuzzled into the hollow of his throat and let herself slowly drift off to sleep the rise and fall of his chest rocking her gently.
~*~*~*~
Rather than go straight home after work as she usually did Hermione instead apparated over to Harry’s flat. She decided after a long day of not being able to concentrate that something needed to be done.
Harry and Ron were laying together on the couch when Hermione arrived with a slight crack in their front room. Neither was too surprised to see her, Harry offered her a slight nod while Ron waved her over.
“So what can we do for you on this lovely afternoon, Miss Granger?” Ron always the teaser motioned for her to sit.
She rolled her eyes, but sat and immediately felt herself blushing as she looked at Harry.
“Well I suppose it’s best that you’re both here.” She tried to maintain her formal in control manner, and yet those green eyes were causing her to lose focus once more.
“I … well, it’s really a matter of miscalculation. It appears that I was off in my arithmancy calculations before we began all this and … well, and something rather unexpected has happened.” She spoke very quickly and did her best to avoid all eye contact with Harry.
“Oh? Well what’s happened then?” Ron grinned slightly and looked expectantly at Hermione.
“I well … what I mean to say is that … oh bugger.” Hermione let out a great sigh. “Icantstopthinkingaboutharry”
“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I caught that ‘Mione.” She glared at Ron.
“I can’t stop thinking about Harry.” She said once more in a small voice.
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, than either boy thought was possible and she bit her lower lip for a moment before continuing.
“But I know that you are both happily together and I won’t do anything to jeopardize what you have, and so I guess what I really wanted to say was that I kind of fancy you Harry and thank you for everything.” She took a deep shuddering breath after she was finished and stood to leave.
“Wait ‘Mione.” Ron called out softly. “We’ve actually been discussing the very same thing this afternoon and were just wondering how to go about getting you over here again when you showed up with impeccable timing.”
She turned back towards them, waiting to hear what they would say.
“You know, you were the first, and only really, girl I ever fancied.” Ron stood now and took a step towards her.
He extended a hand to brush his fingertips against her cheek.
“You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
She blushed.
“But that doesn’t really matter does it Ron, because you are still with Harry and I’m still alone.”
“We’ve always shared everything else, why not this as well.”
A light of sudden understanding shown over her face as she realized what he meant.
“But – ”
“No, Hermione, don’t get all academic on us now. We’re all best mates, let’s just move that a bit further.” Said Harry, as he stood too, walking around behind her.
“Oh yes moving is a wonderful idea, love. How about into the bedroom?” Ron grinned and pulled them both down the hall.
sunandsmut exchange, just finally getting around to posting it. to:
inellfrom:
acquiescence_title: Unusual Results
pairing: Harry/Hermione, Harry/Hermione/Ron
rating: NC-17
summary: Hermione arithmancy calculations don’t come out quite as planned
word count: 2650
disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, I’m not making a profit off the dear boy, nor will I ever.
author’s notes: I hope you enjoy this, it’s the first time I’ve ever written this pairing, but I’m pretty happy with the results. Enjoy!
She wasn’t sure how this had happened; she had gone over all the possible outcomes again and again and this had not been one of them. And despite her meticulous calculations she couldn’t deny what was happening to her. She felt her stomach tighten and her pulse increase, her breathing deepened and her voice jumped several pitches.
She was acting like those silly girls who had always driven her crazy. Hermione Jane Granger did not act like a smitten teenage girl, no matter who was involved, especially when her best friend was involved.
And yet here she was, her mind focusing not on the report in front of her but rather on those green eyes, that messy hair, that lop-sided grin, those lips, those hands … Merlin this was not helping. She sighed and sat up straighter, took a moment to organize her already pristine desk, and then picked up the report once more.
It is the opinion of this board that in reference to Muggle relations, the Ministry of Magic should consider further action towards increasing Wizarding awareness of muggle customs and practices. Such action will, in time, help to insure the secrecy of the Wizarding world, from the ever expanding world of the muggles …
Hermione sighed as her mind once again drifted away from the words on the page, the report which she and the rest of her department had worked so hard on completing for the Minister’s consideration. She should have been double checking everything, making completely certain there were no mistakes. And yet her mind was not on the pages in front of her, but rather recalling the night all this had begun.
~*~*~*~
“Oh come on Harry, it’s not a big deal, besides everyone knows you fancy Ronald.”
He blushed, and pushed his glasses up his nose; even after all these years he never did get new glasses. It was something Hermione had always liked about him; no matter where he was he was always just Harry. He never did let his ever-growing fame change him.
“Well that’s the point entirely Hermione, I fancy Ron. I mean I’m sure if I fancied women you’d be my first choice, but the fact of the matter is I don’t. I don’t see how I can help you.”
“And that Harry is precisely my point; you fancy blokes, so helping me out shouldn’t be a problem for you, besides I’ve already talked to Ron about it and he seemed up for it.”
She smiled sweetly; Harry was beginning to see that he wouldn’t be getting out of this even if he wanted to. Hermione had become very good at getting her way. He shook his head; he had always admired her persistence, even if it could get annoying at times. It was a part of what made her Hermione, she’d been one of his best friends for years, and he had to admit he loved her.
“So what did you have in mind?”
~*~*~*~
“Hermione, are you almost done revising that report? We need to turn it in by the end of the day.”
“Oh yes, I’ll be finished here in just a few minutes.”
Hermione was rapidly pulled out of her daydreaming, and she shook her head. Focus now Hermione, just get through this report and then you can daydream all you want. You’ve worked on this for months now; don’t go letting something silly like this mess you up right here at the end.
She marked the few changes she wanted made before the report made it to committee, and sent it to be edited once more. She went back to her desk, rearranging things yet again that afternoon. She tried to work on her newest assignment, upcoming proposals based on the committee’s decision and yet she couldn’t stay focused.
She sucked at the inside of her cheek, debating leaving early that afternoon. It would be the first time since she’d started over 3 years ago. Hermione received a few shocked looks from those who noticed her leaving before 6, but she ignored them, and that nagging voice in the back of her head reminding her of all she needed to get done.
~*~*~*~
“Do you really think he’ll help me though?”
“Of course he will, Harry loves you ‘Mione. Besides just tell him I said I didn’t mind and he’ll be fine.”
“Am I just being silly, Ron?”
“No, you’re being your usual analytical self. ‘Sides it’s a bit strange you haven’t done anything about this before now.”
She blushed for a moment and slapped his arm.
“Honestly, Ronald”
He grimaced as she used his full name, and rocked forward on his hands.
“So I’m curious why not me?” She had to admit he was excellent at directing the conversation anyway he liked.
“It seems safest this way, and my arithmancy calculations show there is less chance for unwanted side effects for either of us this way.”
“Ah, well best play it safe I suppose.”
~*~*~*~
“Are you sure about this Hermione?”
He’d never seen her nervous like this; she was normally the one who stayed calm and collected, standing strong in her calculations and all that.
“Yeah, yes, I mean yes I am.”
It really wasn’t all that strange that Hermione had never had sex before, she’d only been out of school a few years, and she’d been busy proving herself at her ministry job. It wasn’t like she had all the time in the world to pursue men. This was best, she could see what all the fuss was about and then go back to her life, and wait a little longer if she needed to.
She took a deep breath, settling her nerves and pushing down any last minute doubts and leaned forward her lips lightly brushing his. Harry felt his stomach flutter as her warm lips presses against his gently. She was different that Ron, his lips were always rough and demanding. Hermione’s were soft, acquiescing, unsure, ripe, sweet, oh just so many things all at once. He couldn’t help himself and he tilted his head slightly driving his lips more forcefully against hers.
Hermione felt a growing warmth in her stomach that spread throughout her body as Harry’s hand caressed her jaw before pushing back through her thick hair to cradle her neck. His tongue pushed eagerly against her lips, insisting entrance and she let out a soft whimper as she parted her lips.
Harry wasted no time thrusting his impatient tongue past those soft lips and into the warmth of her mouth, her taste flooding his senses. Tea with sugar and cream, jam and toast, chocolate frogs, and something that was all together Hermione. He groaned and plunged his tongue in deeper, hungry for more of her as her small hands gripped at his broad shoulders.
Suddenly Hermione was feeling very overwhelmed, already things were going differently than she had planned, and yet she couldn’t make herself stop it. She clung to Harry as his tongue drove in and out of her mouth, her own tongue dipping and following hungrily after his.
Harry growled against Hermione’s open acquiescent mouth, something unexpected rising up in him as he felt her open beneath him. He pulled her up from her seat and pushed her against the nearest wall before she had a chance to protest, given only time to gasp against his lips before they claimed her’s once more. He arched his hips forward driving them both further against the wall.
This was not at all what Hermione had pictured when she thought to ask Harry to help her. He was the quiet soft spoken one; he shouldn’t be rocking his hips against hers so deliciously like that again and again. He shouldn’t be pushing his hand up under her skirt and into her knickers, and she should most definitely not be so wet. And as Harry’s hand fingers worked a type of magic Hermione had never know before, all thoughts of shouldn’t fled her mind and she was lost to him.
She could only cling to him as his fingers plunged into her; she gasped his name into his warm neck as he ducked his head to capture a pert nipple between his teeth. She shuddered as he parted from her suddenly, and just as quickly spun her around and pressed her face against the cool wall. All she could do was press her palms against the wall, her body cried out for more of him as he pushed her skirt up over her back and shifted her knickers to the side.
“Is this what you want?” Harry groaned, the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
She could only groan and arch her back to press back against him, hoping that would be enough for him to sate her lust. He grinned wickedly and eased back as she moved towards him.
“I asked you a question, Hermione. Is this what you want?” He rocked his hips, letting his cock grind against her as if emphasizing his question.
“Oh Merlin, yes Harry, please!” She gasped.
And in one easy motion he was buried deeply within her. Hermione clamped her eyes closed as stars exploded around them. She arched her back sharply and cried out as Harry filled her.
~*~*~*~
“Hermione, are you alright?” Ginny looked a bit worried. “You’ve been daydreaming ever since you got home this afternoon.”
“Hmm … oh sorry Gin, I guess my mind is just somewhere else tonight.” Hermione offered a slight smile and then picked up her book once more; she knew she was lost in thoughts of the previous night.
Ginny watched her roommate and wondered what had happened to her, she’d been acting like this ever since she got home and she was beginning to worry about her. It wasn’t like Hermione to get caught up in flights of fancy; she was usually the calm collected academic one. And yet here she was lost in yet another day dream.
~*~*~*~
“Hermione, are you alright?” Harry was stroking her hair gently as she lay beside him.
“Mmm yes, never better Harry, never better.” She sighed contentedly and snuggled up against his side.
The entire experience had been entirely different than what she had been anticipating. As usual she was supposed to be the one in charge the entire time, she had planned out before hand exactly what would happen during their encounter. And yet, from the moment it began those plans were completely forgotten. And she found that she didn’t care in the slightest.
She loved the way he had so easily taken control, and what surprised her the most was that she didn’t miss it. She had happily given it over to him and would do so again if he asked. She furrowed her brow and pushed that thought from her mind.
They both knew this was only an experiment; Harry had been nice enough to help her out so that their friends would stop pestering her to get laid. This was just a one time thing; they had both reassured the other of that before beginning.
So why were thoughts of second, third, and many more encounters entering her mind? She knew Harry was in a wonderful relationship with Ron and she didn’t want to mess that up, so why was she being so silly?
She was Hermione Jane Granger, she did not get crushes on boys, she did not imagine what it would be like to wake up next to a warm man every morning, she did not breathe in his scent and clench her thighs together, she did not press herself against him during the night, and she most certainly did not climb on top of him in the middle of the night to let him fill her once more.
She groaned as Harry’s hands guided her motions; she wanted to arch her back and drive herself down on his thick shaft, yet he held her, kept her moving at a maddeningly slow pace. Hermione rocked her hips as Harry eased her up and down over his cock. She thought she would go mad for all the sensations building up within her and very nearly did as she felt herself fall over that mighty precipice with only Harry to catch her.
He did, as she knew he would, and he wrapped his arms around her and let her fall asleep like that. And she decided then that she wouldn’t worry about the next time, but instead soak in every second of this time. She nuzzled into the hollow of his throat and let herself slowly drift off to sleep the rise and fall of his chest rocking her gently.
~*~*~*~
Rather than go straight home after work as she usually did Hermione instead apparated over to Harry’s flat. She decided after a long day of not being able to concentrate that something needed to be done.
Harry and Ron were laying together on the couch when Hermione arrived with a slight crack in their front room. Neither was too surprised to see her, Harry offered her a slight nod while Ron waved her over.
“So what can we do for you on this lovely afternoon, Miss Granger?” Ron always the teaser motioned for her to sit.
She rolled her eyes, but sat and immediately felt herself blushing as she looked at Harry.
“Well I suppose it’s best that you’re both here.” She tried to maintain her formal in control manner, and yet those green eyes were causing her to lose focus once more.
“I … well, it’s really a matter of miscalculation. It appears that I was off in my arithmancy calculations before we began all this and … well, and something rather unexpected has happened.” She spoke very quickly and did her best to avoid all eye contact with Harry.
“Oh? Well what’s happened then?” Ron grinned slightly and looked expectantly at Hermione.
“I well … what I mean to say is that … oh bugger.” Hermione let out a great sigh. “Icantstopthinkingaboutharry”
“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I caught that ‘Mione.” She glared at Ron.
“I can’t stop thinking about Harry.” She said once more in a small voice.
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, than either boy thought was possible and she bit her lower lip for a moment before continuing.
“But I know that you are both happily together and I won’t do anything to jeopardize what you have, and so I guess what I really wanted to say was that I kind of fancy you Harry and thank you for everything.” She took a deep shuddering breath after she was finished and stood to leave.
“Wait ‘Mione.” Ron called out softly. “We’ve actually been discussing the very same thing this afternoon and were just wondering how to go about getting you over here again when you showed up with impeccable timing.”
She turned back towards them, waiting to hear what they would say.
“You know, you were the first, and only really, girl I ever fancied.” Ron stood now and took a step towards her.
He extended a hand to brush his fingertips against her cheek.
“You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
She blushed.
“But that doesn’t really matter does it Ron, because you are still with Harry and I’m still alone.”
“We’ve always shared everything else, why not this as well.”
A light of sudden understanding shown over her face as she realized what he meant.
“But – ”
“No, Hermione, don’t get all academic on us now. We’re all best mates, let’s just move that a bit further.” Said Harry, as he stood too, walking around behind her.
“Oh yes moving is a wonderful idea, love. How about into the bedroom?” Ron grinned and pulled them both down the hall.