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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Marcus_Flint/Hermione_Granger
  Character:
      Marcus_Flint, Hermione_Granger, Neville_Longbottom, Sirius_Black, Harry
      Potter, Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dubious_Consent, Underage_Kissing, Nipple_Play,
      Possessive_Behavior, Dom/sub_Undertones, Public_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Hair-
      pulling, Naked_Female_Clothed_Male, Oral_Sex
  Collections:
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      Published: 2015-02-10 Words: 7341
****** Mentally Bound and Shackled ******
by Hawkflight
Summary
     Her body was his the moment he laid eyes on it. He knew that. It just
     so happened, so did she.
Notes
     Title: Mentally Bound and Shackled
     Author: Hawkflight
     Prompt Number: 233 submitted by anonymous
     Kink Showcased: Size Difference
     Rating: NC-17
     Pairing: Hermione Granger/Marcus Flint
     Summary: Her body was his the moment he laid eyes on it. He knew
     that. It just so happened, so did she.
     Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con, Underage, Nipple play, Possessive
     Behavior, Dom/Sub Undertones, Public Sex, Dirty Talk
     Word Count: 7,342
     Author's Notes: Firstly, thank you for the lovely prompt, whoever you
     are. Secondly. Enjoy!
"That's not possible is it? To break into Hogwarts, I mean... no one has ever
done it before, right?" Neville was questioning her, evidently looking for some
comforting words on the matter. That Sirius Black wouldn't appear in the room
he shared with Harry - the one he was hunting - that he wouldn't be in any
danger himself.
With a piece of salmon in her mouth though Ron beat her to answering him, "I
imagine it will be harder for him if he happens to come across you instead of
anyone else. 'What's the password, boy?' he'll ask, and then you'll reply, 'I
don't know, sir. Honest. I forget the password all the time, that's why I wrote
them down on this bit of parchment,' and the next thing you know he has that
bit of parchment and is in our common quarters trying to rip Harry's throat
open-"
"That's a bit morbid for you." Harry interjected.
"Sorry mate," Ron replied, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "It's just the
truth."
Hermione glanced to Neville to see his face was as red as an apple. He wasn't
even looking at them anymore, rather down at his plate like that would save him
from the embarrassment Ron had just caused him.
She leaned over, hand resting on the table just next to his. "Ignore him. It
was just a joke because he's scared himself-"
"I'm not!"
Evidently she hadn't lowered her voice enough. She looked to Ron only to frown
at him before she heard Neville's barely-there whisper, "I know. Thanks."
"I said, I'm not scared of that Sirius Black. Do you not have your ears screwed
on properly?" Harry reached over right then, tugging on Ron's right lobe with
his fingers. "Aye!"
"Yours are a bit bent out of shape."
"You're the one that bent it!" Ron and Harry were going back-and-forth now,
throwing out ridiculous notions about the others' ear shape and size to name a
few.
Hermione just sighed. They were causing quite a scene at the table, but when
she looked over to Neville she decided that it didn't matter. Her fellow
Gryffindor was smiling again, laughing at their antics, no longer fearing for
his life at the moment.
It didn't really matter that some of the other Houses were looking their way,
probably wondering what all the fuss was about. Though she could do without
their stares, whenever something like this happened it felt like they were
looking at her. Of course that was ridiculous. Harry and Ron were the ones
making fools of themselves. She wasn't doing a thing to garner anyone's
attention.
Not one person.
She fought to keep the frown off her face, glancing away from her friends,
rather looking over her shoulder at the other tables. As if she didn't want to
be a part of the spectacle, which she didn't. Somehow she was always dragged in
anyways. As if there was a way to avoid it.
Her gaze scanned over the Slytherin table, some of which were looking this way.
Probably talking about what fools her friends were making of themselves from
such a display. One even held a disapproving frown of his own. She glanced up,
recognizing him immediately.
Marcus Flint.
"He always looks like he's bit into something sour, you know?"
"I can't believe he did that on the pitch yesterday. It was a foul and it was
never even called!"
"That's what he does when it comes to Quidditch. He waits for the referee to
look away then strikes, hard and fast."
"Sirius Black doesn't scare me half as much as Flint does. Someone his size
shouldn't be able to move that fast. It's just not natural."
"There's nothing natural about him. I glanced into the Slythrin changing rooms
once to see... well, you know." A burst of giggles filled the air. "Hewasn't
directly in my line of sight, but Flint was. You don't get a frame like his
from Quidditch, just flying around. It was... impressive, certainly. But it's
like you said. He's not natural."
"What in Merlin's name would he need all that muscle for? Quidditch doesn't
demand that much out of it's players."
"I don't want to know. All I want is to stay off his radar."
"Not even for a quick shag?"
"Definitely not. Haven't you heard the rumors?"
She couldn't stop the girl's gossip from springing to the forefront of her mind
when she saw him.
Sure, he wasn't exactly grinning from ear-to-ear all the time, but he didn't
seem thatbad. Maybe on the Quidditch pitch, but that was different. She had
seen Harry on and off the pitch as well, though he didn't suddenly break the
rules or anything like that he certainly was in a different state of mind. So
Flint went overboard on the pitch. That was hardly something to gossip about.
The whole Slytherin team pulls tricks. Everyone knows that.
Besides, she couldn't see what had the other girls so put off by him. He was
tall, broad-shouldered, and if what they said was true he had a body beneath
the robe that matched his physique. That was the sort of body girls craved,
wasn't it? The sort of boy they wanted to look at them? So how come they
weren't - metaphorically speaking that is - hanging off his arms?
She was turning the question over in her mind when she noticed a shift in
Flint's posture. Her gaze focused again and she practically gasped when she
found his eyes on her. He was actually looking at her, not the spectacle
beyond, but her.
No. He had to be looking at something else entirely, something directly behind
her. It didn't matter how ridiculous that thought sounded in her head. She just
couldn't believe he was paying her any attention at all. Even during second
year he hadn't looked at her once. What had changed now? No, no. She told
herself. He's not. Stop thinking that he is. There's no way-
A curl of his lip, just at the corner, so subtle she almost didn't see it. She
wouldn't have seen it if she hadn't been staring right back at him. Such a
small action seemed to change his expression into a feral smile that made her
heart beat a million meters away in her chest.
                   ________________________________________
Her eyes were wider than usual, only slightly really. It was barely noticeable.
That didn't change the facts though. What he was seeing wasn't a trick of the
light, though it did nothing but enhance her features.
The brown hue glowed in the flames of the candles floating above them, a
flicker of the fire reflected in her gaze. Pale lips were parted at a curve, as
if she were holding her breath. Then there was her skin... the cheeks becoming
red as he gazed at her.
She must have finally noticed that little fact - that she was blushing. Because
in the next second Hermione had turned swiftly away. She was facing her table
again, head bent down and he imagined she was nibbling away on her bottom lip
as her friends continued with their own conversation, failing to notice the
tinge to her skin. Or where she had even been looking a moment ago.
Marcus sighed, leaning back into his seat, ignoring the bicker of his teammates
around him for the moment. He had already gone over their training regiment and
tactics they would be trying on the pitch in a few days. If any of them hadn't
been paying attention for whatever reason he would make sure they did the next
time. The Quidditch pitch was the perfect place to make that known.
For now though he kept his gaze on her, knowing that she could still feel him
staring even now. If he could he would turn away so it didn't become obvious
who had his attention, but he couldn't. He couldn't get the thought of her out
of his mind. Not after last night.
"N-" His lips landed on her own, cutting off any objection. They were softer
than he had suspected and he bit at her bottom lip, tugging it forward into his
mouth so he could slip his tongue over the flesh. She tasted like... cherries.
He groaned, noting that mistake a moment later when she pulled away from him.
"Stop."
Marcus was quick to curl his fingers into her hair, keeping her in place, so
she couldn't move away again when he leaned forward to capture her lips once
more. There was some unintelligible words slipping from her lips and he gave a
yank on her hair, wanting nothing more than for her to shut up.
She gasped against his mouth and he pushed his tongue inside, tasting the
remains of the cherry pie she had eaten that night a few minutes ago. It only
served to make her sweeter and he delved further into her open mouth, holding
her tongue down with his own when she continued in her quest to speak. Likely
just to keep telling him to stop what he was doing. Which he had no intention
of doing so. He had only claimed her lips as his own so far, and he had so much
more to take from her.
Regretfully one night would not be enough for all of that, but he would squeeze
in as much as he could before he had to go to his own dorm. Speaking of
squeezing...
He lowered his other hand to slip under her shirt, moving up until his hand
came in contact with her bra. Huh. She actually wore one. He hadn't quite
expected that, but she had grown from the last time he had seen her in the
castle. Just enough for her breasts to start developing anyway. He pushed the
piece of material up her body and off what he had been searching for, his hand
covering her right breast easily as he kneaded the flesh in his palm. Hopefully
this aspect of her continued to develop this year. The bit she had was barely
enough for the palm of his hand to cover.
His fingers tightened on the small breast in his hand, squeezing at the plump
flesh, feeling her hard nipple brush against the center of his hand. He grinned
when he felt the hard nub, letting go of her only to pinch the nipple a moment
later.
There was a sharp cry from the girl beneath him and he withdrew from her mouth,
moving to her neck to nibble at the skin there. To feel her heart beating
beneath the skin, getting faster each passing second.
He could hear her breathing rapidly against his ear and twisted at her nipple
again, smirking when she yelped from his actions. "No one's ever touched you
like this before, have they, Hermione?"
"Stop." That was hardly an answer. The only word she seemed able to get across.
"Please," she hissed as he twisted at her sensitive skin again. Oh, there was
another.Please.How lovely. "Stop."
"Have they?" he persisted, as he ran his tongue over a fluttering vein.
"No," the whine made him groan and thrust against her clothed form. She writhed
against him, her own hands managing to get in-between them and she pushed at
him, repeating that little word. No.
He let her struggle against him, feeling her small frame twist and turn beneath
him. It caused him to laugh as she continued to push against his chest. As if
her small body could really have enough strength to push him off her. It was
one of the reasons he was on her now.
Her body. So small, so soft... His teeth grazed her shoulder when he turned his
head. He could just imagine how tight she would be around him. His cock was
hard just thinking about it and he thrust against her again.
Something warm and wet landed on his cheek. "Please, don't. Flint-"
He turned his head up sharply, gripping her head in his hand as he gazed into
her eyes. "Marcus. That's my name. Use it." At her whimper he loosened his grip
on her hair, running his fingers through her hair to push at the base of her
skull. "I've touched you in more intimate ways than anyone else here, right?
There's no reason to be formal with me. Am I wrong?"
She stared back at him, body trembling against him and he reveled in the
feeling. "No."
"Marcus."
His hand moved from her hair to cover her mouth the moment her eyes widened and
went to the door. "Don't even think about it," he told her, knowing he had a
minute at the very least until whoever it was expected him out of the room.
"Now. I'm not through with you, hear me? So, I don't want you to touch any
other man. No matter the reason, if he's your friend or not. You're mine now
and I'm the only that can touch you, is that clear? Nod your head." At her nod
he grinned and took a step back. His hand on her breast dropped away to fish
his wand out from a pocket before turning it on her. "Obliviate."
                   ________________________________________
She could barely stop herself from scowling as she walked down the hallway.
There had to be something wrong with that broom! She just knew it. Why couldn't
the other two see that? One would think they were blind, especially Harry.
Out of everyone she was sure he would understand, but instead he had
practically chased her from the common room when she arrived from the library.
Honestly! Didn't he think at all about who might have sent it? Especially with
Sirius Black after him this year? something was always after him, year after
year and yet he didn't seem to have a cautious bone in his body. It was just so
bloody-
"Unbelievable."
Hermione whirled around. She would know that voice anywhere. Rough, dark, and
flowing like wine. "Marcu-Flint. Sorry." She felt the need to hit herself a
moment later for having tacked on that last bit. What the hell was there to be
sorry for? It's not like he knew that she would use his first name in her
dreams or even when she thought about him. Ever since she noticed him looking
at her in the Great Hall months ago. It's not like he really liked her, she
knew that. Just because he had looked at her then, had even smiled at her. It
meant nothing. She needed to get the notion that it did out of her head.
Even if he was smiling right now. "It's fine, really. You can call me Marcus if
you want." He was leaning against the wall as he spoke, eyes trained solely on
her.
She couldn't believe her ears. "I can?"
His laugh filled the air and she drank it in. All of the attention he was
actually giving her. How could those girls not want this? It felt amazing to
have his eyes on her, to be able to keep his attention on her. Though
admittedly it had to be easier right now with the lack of any other females in
the area. Still, she could pretend right now that some of her dreams were true.
He did say it was okay for her to use his name after all. He had to have some
interest in her if he said that.
"Of course, Hermione," he paused. "It's okay, isn't it?"
Her entire body grew warm when he said her name, the heat quickly going south
and she felt her cheeks turn red. He couldn't actually be asking her if it was
okay for him to use her first name, could he? "Yes. It-it's better than okay."
Actually hearing him say her name out loud for real was much better than when
he had said it to her in her dreams.
"Oh?"
At his questioning look she realized what she had said and fumbled for words,
"All I mean is... well, that's it's fine. Uh, for you to call me Hermione that
is. I don't have a problem with it."
The corner of his lip was curled up like before. "Is that what, 'it's better
than okay,' means?"
She felt her cheeks burn from his words and would rather turn tail and go back
to the common room if he wasn't standing in the path back. "Yes," she managed
to sound more confident this time, not letting her mess up get to her. Not when
he was actually talking to her and she wasn't sleeping.
"That's good to know." His gaze dropped from hers and for a moment she was
confused. Why wasn't he-oh. He was still looking at her, but just not her eyes,
her face. At her whole body. He was looking her up and down openly and from
that curl of his lips he liked what he saw. "What would you say if I wanted you
to call me your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend?" she had to remind herself to close her mouth before she looked
like a complete fool.
"Too fast?" His gaze had come to rest back on her eyes.
"No-" she hesitated when he took a step forward, almost stepping back herself.
"Not at all." she assured him, or herself, she wasn't sure. Not with him just a
step away from her now. He just raised a brow at her though, head tilting to
the side and she glanced in the direction a moment later to the door he was
indicating. Her eyes lowered to his fingers wrapped around the handle, heart
beating faster in her chest.
Hermione took a small breath before walking to the door, giving Flint a thin
smile when he opened it. Part of her was sure that he would close it behind her
and lock it and leave her there trapped and tell all his friends that Granger
had been naive enough to believe he would ever be interested in her. That they
would laugh at her for entering the empty classroom.
When the door closed and she looked over her shoulder though Marcus was there,
walking toward her as she had stopped in the middle of the room. "I-" What was
she suppose to say? Or would he rather her not talk and just snog?
She tensed for a moment when his hand laid on her shoulder, fingers trailing
along the side of her neck. The weight of his hand turned her to face him and
she looked up through her lashes at him. A small thrill ran through her when he
leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. When his tongue ran across her lips
she opened her mouth but he simply ignored the invitation and continued to
trail his tongue over her lips, again and again between soft kisses.
Hermione leaned forward to kiss him back, but just a second later he was
pulling away and she felt her shoulders slump. Had she done something wrong?
The hand on her shoulder pressed down as she glanced at him, brows pinched
together, about to ask when all he said was, "Knees."
For a moment she couldn't move. Then both of his hands were on her shoulders,
pushing her down and she fell forward, wincing when her knees met stone. Even
with the cloth of her robe she still felt the sharp pain that followed through
the bone.
There was hardly a sound as she saw more than heard him adjust his own robes
and her gaze raised slowly when his slacks were lowered. She swallowed hard
when she saw his cock out, thick, the veins seeming to throb. "Have you ever
given someone a blow job before, Hermione?"
His words jarred her back to the present. To what was going on and what he had
really insinuated back at the door. "No," she murmured, glancing away.
She tried to anyways, to look back at the door as a way of silently telling him
she wanted out. Hermione wasn't entirely sure she could get the actual words
out. But his fingers merely gripped her chin, moving her back so she had to
look at him in front of her. "Do you need instruction?"
Hermione licked at her lips, tasting his saliva when she did so. Her blood ran
near below freezing. This is why he had done that. "Marcus, I-"
"Answer the question," his words rung harsh against her ears. "That's all I
want from you."
That was all? She looked up quickly. "You just dragged me in here then for...
this?" She found she couldn't say the words. It felt too vulgar in her mind,
never-mind her tongue.
"No. I want more from you, just not right now."
"What do you want from me?" she had to ask. To know why he showed any interest
in her at all when there had to be more willing girls for this.
He just smirked at her. "You. I want to fuck you, every single way, on every
surface, and that includes the floor." His gaze fell to the stone below her for
a moment before he met her eyes again. "I want to make you scream in pleasure
each time as you fuck me. To feel your pussy wrapped around me, your hands, the
soft flesh of your breasts... lips."
Her body felt warm again, on fire. The skin along her cheeks already felt like
there was flames licking up them. "That... would take awhile."
Marcus only grinned. "Years, actually. Now," he lifted her chin further.
"Suck."
Even her ears felt hot as she leaned forward, pushing herself up a bit so when
she extended her tongue it ran along along the tip of his cock. She scooted
forward on her knees, reaching up a hand to wrap her fingers lightly around the
base of him, partially for balance as she pushed her tongue against the slit on
the head.
There was a groan above her and she felt herself flush, the heat pooling
directly into the pit of her stomach. She pressed forward, moving her tongue
once around the head as she took him into her mouth, taking his groans to mean
he approved of her actions.
Hermione pulled back, the head leaving her mouth with a pop. Her cheeks burned
at the lewd sound and she hurriedly ran her tongue along the slit again to make
herself forget it. Lowering her mouth she swirled her tongue around the head
before pushing further, taking more of his cock into her mouth. When the tip
rested along the back of her throat she moaned softly at the feeling.
A groan, his hand fisted in her hair, was all she needed to hollow her cheeks
and suck as she moved slowly back and forth.
When his hand brushed away her own from the base she opened her eyes to look up
at him. He hadn't given any indication that he didn't like what she was doing
so-
Hermione gasped when she was pulled forward, his pubes tickling her nose as the
head of his cock pressed into her throat. In a few seconds though she tried to
pull away to find his grip held and her heart beat fast, lungs constricting
from lack of air.
When he pulled her back she gasped quickly around him, trying to push air
through her mouth for a moment before remembering to breath through her nose.
She managed to get some air in before he had himself sheathed in her again,
holding her there once more and she twisted slightly so the pubes weren't
blocking her nose. Then he was pulling back, thrusting in a second later and
she almost coughed as he continued to pound into her mouth, the hand twisted in
her hair making it impossible for her to move away.
It was when she felt him twitch, something thick running down her throat that
he stilled again, holding her in place. "Swallow."
She forced her esophagus to work, though she was sure it was bruised from his
pounding. When she opened her eyes, feeling him pull out she felt the tears
staining her cheeks. Her breath came quick, uneven as she gasped for air.
"Good girl."
She glanced to him, seeing his fingers wrapped around a wand just before her
vision went dark.
                   ________________________________________
He flipped open the bound leather, glancing over the messy scrawl within and
wondering just who had copied this from the original. It was a wonder anyone
bought this, but considering it was on a list people must. Marcus just wasn't
sure if they actually could read it or if it was suppose to sit on the shelf
and the owner was just meant to boast about such a rare find.
After a minute of working out a few of the words he slipped the book back onto
the shelf, shaking his head in loss over what it was he had even managed to
read. This trip to Flourish and Blotts was quickly becoming tedious as he
pulled another book from the shelf, flipping through the leaves of parchment.
He had only come here to pick up a book for his mother who had a thing against
owls,
"They're a part of the post service here. How else are you going to get your
letters and anything you buy without going to the store if you don't let them
into the house?" he had gotten the nerve up to ask his mother that morning
while his father was away at 'work.'
She had just glanced up quickly from the breakfast she was preparing. "One of
those blasted things bit me. Did you know they can carry diseases? I could've
gotten sick! I won't have any owls in this house. Now, go get dressed in your
street robes, come down for breakfast, and then go to the store."
He rubbed at his forehead to fight the headache from coming back after that
conversation. Honestly, one bite and suddenly all owls were bad? He had to
wonder what exactly went through woman's minds at times.
After slipping the tome back into place he went towards the back of the shop,
slipping past a group of students getting their books as he did so. His mind
drifted from the issue of the owner of the store not knowing where he had
placed his mother's book to the students themselves. Hermione was still a
student. He hadn't seen her for three years, but surely she was here somewhere
to get books of her own? She could certainly distract him from the crappy
customer service.
Where had the sixth year books been last time?
He pushed through the crowd of people to the corner, not caring when one of the
students almost toppled over. "Hey-" The voice cut itself off and he could just
see the youngster in his mind's eye. Walking slowly away, petrified.
An effect that worked just as well on other customers in the store as soon
enough they were getting out of his way for him, not bothering to wait to be
pushed aside.
His gaze flitted from shelf to chair to dusty corners filled with stacked books
in his search, only stopping when he spotted her in the way back, crouched down
while looking over books on the bottom shelf. He could instantly tell it was
her from the hair. It wasn't quite as wild as he remembered it, but it was
likely as tame as she could get it. He chuckled softly at the thought of her
ever really taming that hair of hers. It was much too wild.
"Hermione."
"What-Oh!" He couldn't stop a smirk from forming as she practically jumped up
from her place on the ground, whirling around to face him. It was always
interesting to see her different reaction whenever he approached her. The fact
that he hadn't been able to see her for so long almost grated on his nerves,
but then again it was worth it to see her hair flow around her when she turned
to him, eyes wide for a second in obvious surprise before she was grinning.
"Marcus. How good to see you. I heard you got into a Quidditch team right after
graduating. Congratulations."
"Thanks." He glanced to the shelf she had been going over. "Looking for
anything in particular?"
"Hmm?" She looked to the shelf before her gaze landed back on him. "Yes, but
um... it crawled away."
"It crawled away?" That was certainly a feat he hadn't had to deal with before
when it came to book hunting. "Which book was it?"
"It happens sometimes. The book isn't from the list. I heard about it and came
back here to try and find it, which I did, but then it ran away. It's gone now
anyway," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"You sure you don't want me to help you find it?" he asked, glancing around the
stacks, looking for a crawling book.
"Oh no. I wouldn't want to waste your time," she replied with a laugh.
"You wouldn't be wasting my time," he assured her, not about to walk away after
having just found her.
"Perhaps. But in that case you would be wasting my time." His brow raised
slightly. What did she just say to him? He would have demanded an answer if she
didn't grab his arm then, her fingers still inches apart even with both hands
wrapped around his bicep. "Just... here." she said, after having him pulled
through an open door into the back alley. The door swung shut behind him and he
was relieved that they had some semblance of privacy so he could force an
answer from her if he had to. He wouldn't have her speaking to him like-
Her lips were on his, her slim body pressed against his own. Those fingers of
hers had loosened their grip on his arm, instead trailing down his arm, as if
tracing the muscle there. She nipped at his lip, letting out a moan as she
pressed herself more insistently against him. He could actually feel her hard
nipples through her shirt and let out a half-groan an instant before she
stepped back from him, her cheeks pink in color. "Sorry. I've wanted to do that
to you since third year. Also..." her words trailed off as her hands dropped
from his arms, fingers curling into the bottom of her shirt before she was
raising it above her head.
He couldn't make himself move for a moment as her shirt fell to the dirty
cobblestones below. Then he caught her wrists as her hands moved to her bra.
"What are you doing? Someone could see you like this." Not that he was exactly
complaining, but... she had never been this assertive before.
"So?" From the look she was giving him she either hadn't thought about that or
didn't care. "Don't you want me?"
"Yes," he replied, drawing the word out as he looked her over. She had grown in
the years that he hadn't been able to see her. His hands were close enough to
her chest for him to know for certain that if he reached up and grabbed the
twin orbs they would fit perfectly in his hands.
"Good." He didn't stop her this time when she undid the clasp from her bra and
slid the straps down her arms so it soon joined her shirt below. "I already got
my school supplies and the train leaves in less than fourty minutes so-ah." She
was already leaning into his touch when he reached up and tweaked her nipple
with his fingers, letting out a moan like a bitch in heat.
He wondered for a moment if he had altered her memory so much that her body
just reacted to him on instinct now or if she was just this turned on by him.
After a second though he decided he didn't care as long as she spread her legs
for him. Her attire wouldn't necessarily make that easy though. "Take off your
jeans," he snapped, watching in amazement at how quickly she obeyed him.
She was tugging them down the moment the words had left his mouth. He didn't
even bother to tell her to get rid of her knickers as well as she was already
tugging them down after stepping out from the pile of clothes beneath her.
He continued to play with the nipple already in his hand, dropping the other
lower until it was at her cunt and slid a finger inside. Wet, that was his
first thought. She was already slick and grinding against his hand as she
moaned. It occurred to him a moment later that his finger wasn't meeting any
resistance. Marcus forced himself to take an even breath before asking, "You've
fucked before?"
When his gaze moved up he expected her to be frowning at his accusing tone, at
the very least anyway. Not smiling at him, a light blush running along her
cheeks.
"What?" he snapped, not sure what game she was playing at.
Her grin only widened. "Want to know a secret?" He bent down slightly when
Hermione raised herself on her tiptoes so her lips were closer to his ear. "I
broke my hymen when I was masturbating to the thought of you fucking me."
He tried to keep the groan from his voice, he really did, but it escaped
anyway. And she was laughing softly. She might as well have told him to fuck
her, and he didn't think he could wait a second longer.
She was certainly wet enough for a proper fucking.
He slipped his finger out of her, hand moving to grasp at her hip. Marcus
lowered his other hand as well to her hip before turning her over so she wasn't
facing him anymore. Instead he pushed her forward until she was bent over a
pile of crates that must have been used for a morning delivery to the book
store. He loosened his slacks quickly, opening his robe just enough to get his
cock out. If there was one thing he wasn't in the mood for right now it was
patience.
He gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her, pulling her lithe body
toward him when he did so. Her cry of pleasure met his ears as he had sheathed
himself inside her. He thought of casting an area silence spell for a second,
so only he would hear her, but really, what was the point? Someone had surely
heard her already. She hadn't put any effort in to being quiet and at this
point he didn't care.
When he pulled out he did so slowly, watching until the head of his cock was
resting against her pussy lips and thrust back in quickly, seeing her body
swallow the shaft. Her lovely little body. It was so tight. When he thrust into
her again his gaze moved up to her waist, where his thumbs met on the small of
her back. So fucking tiny. Like a damn doll.
A laugh escaped him and Marcus leaned over her so he could hiss into her ear as
he pounded into her greedy little cunt, "You're my sex doll, Hermione. Always
willing and eager whenever I want to fuck you, wherever. Isn't that right?"
"Yes!" Her shout went straight to his cock.
The sight of her naked beneath him, pushing back to meet him for every thrust,
fingers curled around the wood of the crate made his cock twitch within her. He
wasn't sure how long it would be before he came if she kept this up.
Marcus leaned back so he was standing again, so he could thrust faster and
harder into her as she bounced beneath him. He didn't just see her though, he
could see the people passing the alleyway further down. One, maybe two, hell he
didn't care how many had stopped to look down the alley, but he would be sure
to give them a show.
He moved a hand up to twist into Hermione's curls and pull her head back so
whoever was looking could see her face as he fucked her. Could hear her more
clearly as she moaned, and screamed-
"Fuck! Fuck me!" She thrust back against him as her moans got louder, until he
felt her pussy grip him hard. "Marcus!" The scream filled his ears as she came
hard around him, her body pushing him to cum into her.
A moment later he did with a groan, not able to hold himself back anymore,
filling her as she panted beneath him. He thrust slowly into her as her pussy
milked him of every last drop of cum.
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She slid onto the stool, reaching forward to rasp her knuckle against the
counter and get the bartender's attention. "Hey, Hermione," Neville said, as he
found the tap for her usual drink and got a glass, pouring the alcohol inside
without a glance toward her.
He had been doing that for awhile actually. Before the war even ended he
wouldn't look at her properly. She still wasn't entirely sure why but whenever
she tried to ask him he got red in the face and did his best to bolt from the
room, so she had let it go and stopped trying months ago. "How's business?"
"It's great," he supplied. She quirked an eyebrow at him and he was quick to
elaborate. "Hannah was just saying the other day how everyone is impressed with
the change in decor. Mainly about the lack of spiderwebs, and how they didn't
know the floor was made of such a light wood. The dust hid a lot of this
place's beauty."
She gave a nod of her head as she took her glass from his outstretched hand,
fingers curling around the neck rather than the base where his hand was when he
moved it toward her. "Yeah. You guys have done a nice job getting this place
into shape."
"Thanks," Neville said just before another customer called him away.
He tipped her glass back, draining to the half-way point before setting it back
down on the counter and turning in her chair to survey the area. She had heard
from a Quidditch player that Marcus came in sometimes and was hoping to see him
as she hadn't seen him since sixth year, before boarding the train anyway.
Seventh year had been hectic, and it had stayed like that for awhile as the
Wizarding World of Britain put itself back together again once Voldemort was
dead. There had been a few Death Eaters loose at the time as well, but now
everything had quieted down again and it looked like everyone was slipping back
into their normal lives.
Her gaze stopped on a familiar form tucked in the corner of the room. She
turned swiftly around on the stool, rasping against the counter again. "Any
room keys available?" she asked Neville when he showed up a few seconds later.
"Yeah." After a few seconds of him fumbling around he placed a key on the
counter.
"Put it on my tab, would you?"
"You don't have a tab-"
"Make me one then," Hermione said as she turned around and let the key dangle
from her fingers as she looked at him. She simply mouthed the room number
before slipping off the stool and making her way to the stairs. There was a
bounce to her step as she went down the hall, locating the door easily enough
and pushing it open.
She left the key on the nightstand as she set on the edge of the bed, leaning
down to undo her shoes and kick them off into a corner, the socks quickly
followed. When she heard the door open she didn't even look over as she slid
her jeans and knickers off her legs in one swift tug. She lifted the shirt from
her body next, a smirk tugging at her lips as she laid back on the bed.
His groan hadn't escaped her notice when she revealed her lack of a bra. The
door shut with a click and she was mildly amused at him having thought to shut
it at all.
Then there was a rustle of clothes before he was leaning over her, skin bared.
"Hermione."
"Marcus," she replied, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down
toward her so she could press her lips against his. He didn't stay there for
very long though, slipping out from her arms he moved down, mouth enclosing
around a nipple and she squirmed as he licked and pinched the hard nub between
his teeth. One of his hands worked at her other breast, squeezing the orb as
his fingers rubbed against the nipple, teasing until it was hard beneath his
palm. She rolled her hips against him, seeking the friction she so desperately
needed even now. "Please."
"Wait."
She practically groaned in frustration. "I've waited for nearly four years
already." She pressed her hips insistently against his own, wishing for once
that he wasn't so much stronger than her so she could force him onto his back
and sink down on him. So she could fuck him.
"You couldn't get one other person to fuck you between now and then?" From his
chuckle he already knew the answer. There really was no reason for him to be
asking, for taking his attention off her body for even a bloody second.
She sighed. "Of course other people want to fuck me, but I can't. It has to be
you."
"Hmm." The vibration against her nipple made her moan and twist her hips upward
once again. "Is that right?" His tongue on her chest made her squirm further,
desperate for the warm wet appendage to touch her in all the right places. "I'm
pretty lucky then, aren't I? Got myself a personal fuck toy that can't go off
behind my back because she needs me. Everyone is going to wonder what store I
got you from."
Her body only grew hotter from his words, the pit of her stomach a hurricane of
flames wanting to be released and spread throughout her body. Damn him.
She reached a hand down between them, but he caught her wrist. "No cheating."
"Then, fuck me."
There was a soft sigh at her ear, then he was inside her and she was moaning as
she moved with him. As he filled her with each thrust, his hand never leaving
her nipple, his tongue hot against her neck as he bit softly into the skin.
Soon she felt those flames winding up in her stomach and was quick to wrap her
legs around his waist, to force him even deeper into her with every thrust.
"Marcus," she whined as she grinded against him.
"Cum for me, Hermione." She felt the coil in her snap, flames licking her from
head-to-toe as she gripped tightly onto him.
She managed to keep her eyes open until she felt him fill her, then she sunk
into oblivion with a smile on her lips.
When she opened her eyes again she could feel the heat radiating off from his
body next to hers and rolled over, intent on making him fuck her again after
all the years he had made her wait. No matter that he couldn't have any control
over the war and society's recovery.
Her eyes only widened though when she saw him rolling a small object between
his thumb and forefinger. "I was wondering when you would get up." He moved his
thumb so she could see the diamond glittering in the flame of the candle, set
in a silver band. "Probably not the most romantic way but, would you marry me?"
She could barely hold her breath. "Yes."
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