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Title: Monster
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rebecca_selene
Prompt Number: #363 submitted by [livejournal.com profile] sans_grace
Kink Showcased: Hardfucking
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Hermione implied
Summary: Harry had learned some self control since fifth year, but that didn’t make the anger any less potent.
Warnings: infidelity, spanking, biting, some blood
Word Count: 2,429
Beta: The lovely [livejournal.com profile] kellychambliss :-)
Author's Notes: PWP, could be epilogue compliant or EWE depending on how one looks at it. Enjoy!

*Mods, which kink tag should I use?? And I need a hp/hg tag please.* Thank you!


Harry fought to hold it all in. He forced a smile on his face as he watched his best friends bring a small bit of joy into the post-war months. Ignored the little glances they thought no one else saw, the tender caresses made almost unconsciously.

It was all well and good for them, Harry thought. They didn’t have blood on their hands or death in their dreams. They had purposes, goals, directions they had been forming their entire lives. All Harry had ever had was first the desire to escape his cousin’s bullying and then his molding into the Saviour of the World.

So with those deeds behind him, now what? He sat in Grimmauld Place and stewed in his own increasing uselessness and fury. He didn’t even have Ginny for comfort. She’d not come back after she’d protested his grip on her arm one night. It wasn’t even that tight, he had told her the next day, pointedly ignoring the purple bruise she shoved in his face. She had stomped off in a huff of flashing red hair and Harry had watched passively, not arsed enough to go after her.

One night he was sitting in the dark of the living room with a full glass of some alcohol or other in his hand when he heard the knock on the door. He didn’t rise to answer it, but Hermione came in anyway. In the dim glow of the hallway light, he could see snow on her thick hair. Harry put on his mask.

“You look tense,” she said, sitting down next to him. Harry snorted. No doubt she actually noticed him now that Ron was busy with the re-opening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and not constantly distracting her with roses and chocolates and whatever the fuck else people in love gave each other. She frowned, starting to look just as tense as he felt.

“What do you want to do?” she asked pointedly. Leave it to Hermione not to ask if anything was wrong. Somehow she always knew.

“Nothing,” Harry answered dully. There was a pause, and then he blurted, “I’m a monster.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Oh, Harry, you are not a monster.”

Almost surprising even himself, his hand whipped out and wrapped around her wrist. She jumped at the ferocity in his gaze, but didn’t move away. “Yes, I am,” he said, his voice low. “Look at me!”

She did. His grip was tight over her pulse. He knew that his hair was a wild array of black strands, his chin stubbled with what he had not bothered to shave in a long while. He had looked at himself in the mirror quite a few times before he broke it. No doubt, with the shadows from the dark of the room across his features, Hermione would be just as disgusted, or worse, frightened.

But when she bent closer to him by just a fraction, showing just a hint that maybe, maybe she wouldn't turn him away, something broke in his carefully-placed walls. He attacked her, throwing her down on the sofa and snogging her senseless. Bruising the softness of her lips with vigour. He pulled away, once, his conscience poking its head through the haze of his lust, to give her a chance to back out like he expected her to.

She growled at him, fighting back. “Why are you stopping?” she demanded, her voice low and rough and sounding not at all like his best friend. “Or is that the all you can do, you useless excuse for a cock-brained man?”

Harry's eyes flashed at the challenge. He grabbed her throat and squeezed, her eyes bulging satisfactorily. But she didn't pull away. “Don't test me, Hermione,” he hissed, his fingers tightening.

Her own hands grasped his forearms as she concentrated on breathing shallowly, her head pinned against the back of the sofa. “Why not?” she countered with a smirk, blatantly ignoring the hand around her throat. “You won't do anything about it, anyway.”

With a growl Harry released Hermione's throat and grabbed her torso, rolling her down to the floor. Her body made a thud as it landed, and she hastily scrambled to face him, but he was already on her, pushing her into the rug. Their arms clashed wildly against each other, and somehow Harry grabbed the back of her head, nearly pulling out her hair as he tried to kiss her again. She arched herself into his body and pulled his head down to hers, but their movements were too frantic to hold still long enough for their lips to meet. Instead Harry dropped his mouth to her collarbone and bit down. He heard her gasp and the hand on his hair tightened. He ground his pelvis into her legs, desperately trying to gain some relief for his aching cock.

“Hermione,” he whispered, nipping at the skin of her neck. He couldn't help it. “I can't...Hermione...” He wanted to tell her that he couldn't hold back, couldn't escape the monster he was becoming. The words stuck in his throat at every movement she made.

There was a pause, as if she was struggling to catch her breath, but her voice was firm and demanding when she finally spoke. “I'm not a porcelain doll,” she said angrily, guiding his head back to look him in the eye. Harry's heart nearly stopped at her expression. Her face was twisted in contempt. “You couldn't hurt me if you tried!”

Harry’s last self-imposed barrier broke. His conscience fled, and every bit of the anger and frustration he had held back over the last few months took over. He stood in a single swift movement, dragging her with him, and threw her into the wall. Before she could recover, he ran his body into hers, the impact knocking the breath from both their bodies. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll be screaming,” he promised. Her felt her breasts rise and fall against his chest as she panted.

Shockingly, she did not look at him in fear. Instead, she grinned up at him, a sinister twist to her lips that may have made someone else shake in terror but was nothing short of provocative for him. “Make me,” she spat out at him venomously.

He set about doing just that. His lips met hers frantically before moving back down to her shoulder. He pulled at her shirt mindlessly, tugging it down from the neckline until it ripped halfway. She growled at him and shoved him away, hard enough that he stumbled. She lifted the tattered remains of her shirt over her head and threw it to the side, her focus solely on Harry. He could see thin red marks across her shoulders where the edge of the shirt had dug in. The sight made his cock throb.

Hermione launched herself at him, knocking him to the ground and tearing at his belt. He pulled his shirt off while she was busy and grabbed her hair, his fingers disappearing in the thickness. Having released the belt and zip, she stood and pulled his jeans and boxers off in a single motion, so violently his arse lifted off the carpet. His cock sprang free and he groaned at the contact of cool air over his heated flesh. Hermione fumbled with her own trousers, but Harry had no patience left. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto him, their heads just barely missing banging into each other. He grabbed her hair again in an uncompromising grip and pushed her down his body, rising until he knelt in front of her, her face inches from his cock.

Harry could not have formed words of command if he tried, and anything as civilized as speaking was far from his mind. He growled and thrust his cock into Hermione’s face, keeping her head in place. She obliged him by opening her mouth and he thrust in, deep and desperate, causing her to choke and cough around his shaft. Too far gone in his pleasure to be concerned with anything else, he thrust carelessly in and out of her wet mouth. He saw her arse raised in the air and with his free hand slapped it, hard, the sound echoing in the room. She squealed around his cock and the vibration nearly made him come. He slapped her again and maintained a death grip on her arse cheek. She moaned and he felt his balls start to draw up.

Abruptly he released her arse and her hair, removing his cock from her mouth. She glanced up at him, a glazed look in her eyes. Spittle dripped from her swollen lips and trailed between them and the tip of his throbbing erection. He had never seen anything that so filled him with lust.

When he grabbed her shoulders and tossed her onto her back, Hermione gripped Harry’s forearms and pulled him down to her, meeting his lips in a slobbering kiss. He groaned at the feel of his cock against her belly, and at that moment Harry had had enough. With a wave of his hand, her trousers and knickers disappeared, revealing her already wet pussy.

He leaned up and shoved his cock into her mouth one more time before aligning himself between her legs and, with no more preparation, thrusting deep. She screamed, her body convulsing around him as he rutted into her. They moved across the rug with the violence of his thrusts, his knees and no doubt Hermione’s back burning against the rug until her shoulders hit the wall and they could move no more.

Harry pounded into her, her body nearly bent in half between him and the wall. When she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and drew blood, he cried out as he spilled inside her, his cock exploding and pulsing in the tight confines of her pussy. Hermione screamed again in his ear while Harry bit her shoulder to keep from grinding his teeth out.

They remained in that position while their bodies slowly recovered. After a much, much longer time than he thought possible, Harry’s shaking limbs began to ache from their awkward position, and looking down at Hermione’s scrunched form she no doubt felt the same way. He slowly eased himself from her body, and she removed her hands from his back. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Hermione smiled up at him.

Harry could only shake his head. “I didn’t know you could be like that, Hermione.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t hear you complaining,” she said. “Besides, I can take it,” she continued, her wince contradicting her words as she attempted to uncurl her body from the wall. Harry quickly leaned down to wrap an arm around her waist and led her to the sofa, where she lay herself down on the soft cushions. “I just have to find a way to convince Ron of it,” she said with a little laugh.

Harry groaned. “Hermione, I do not need to know about your sex life with Ron,” he said, realizing the hypocrisy of his words even as he spoke them. With the cooling of his body and his lust, reality began to sink in. “Ron…” he began to say with regret.

“…will never understand,” Hermione finished firmly.

“Oh.” Harry knew she was right. He had just…well, not slept with, but mercilessly fucked his best friend’s girlfriend. But with much of the tension released from his body, he’d be damned if he could feel guilty over it. “What happens now?” he asked, with some trepidation.

Hermione grasped his hand and pulled him down onto her, so that his head rested between her still lace-covered breasts. She stroked his hair idly. “Well,” she said, adopting her lecture tone, “given how long you’d been holding back, and the lack of stressors you should have in your life now, in about...six months,” she calculated, “we’ll do this again.”

Harry blinked up at her, dislodging her hand from his hair. “Really?” he asked, incredulous.

She sighed. “Harry,” she began, “as enjoyable as tonight was, despite the pain,” she added at his doubtful expression, “sex isn’t a solution. I can’t come over here every time you get wound up and then go back home to Ron. It doesn’t work that way.” She cupped his chin in her hand. “You need help, Harry,” she said gently. “Now that you’re not liable to fly off the handle at any moment, please, please think about seeing a therapist. It will only do you good, I promise.”

Her eyes beseeched him to agree. Who was he to say no to the witch who let him fuck her into a wall just so he would think clearly? “All right, Hermione,” he relented. “I promise.”

She relaxed visibly, letting out a breath, and resumed petting his hair. He laid his head back down. “What about Ron?” he asked.

“He won’t ever know about tonight.” She tugged at his hair to lift his face back up to hers. “Ever,” she emphasized. When Harry nodded she released her grip on his head, and Harry realized that the pain in his scalp had travelled straight down to his cock. No doubt Hermione could feel it hardening against her thigh, but she didn’t say anything.

Harry sighed. He’d worry about concealing tonight from his best friend later. For now, though, he was content to enjoy the first semblance of relaxation he’d felt in years. At least, he would have been, had his cock decided to stop pulsing with every stroke of Hermione’s hand on his hair.

When Hermione shifted, Harry looked at her guiltily. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll behave.”

Instead of hearing “You’d better,” as he expected, Hermione just laughed. “You know,” she said mischievously, “the night’s not yet over.”

Harry smiled. He began to trace little patterns across her belly. “Then are you ready for a second go?”

“Third,” she corrected him.

“Third?” he asked, confused. “What happened to the second?”

“I came when you did.”

“And the first?”

“When you entered me.”

There was nothing for it. Harry thrust a little against her leg to relieve some of the ache in his groin. His fingers reached for her pussy, but she stopped him. “Wait,” she said, sitting up and untangling her limbs from his.

“What?” Harry asked, frustrated.

A feral grin spread across her face. She said, wickedly, “You have to catch me first.” And she ran.

Date: 2011-01-25 01:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marguerite-26.livejournal.com
Delish! I love this barely in control Harry. :)

I've added pairing: HP/HG and kink: rough sex for you - that okay?
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carolinelamb.livejournal.com
this was absolutely lovely! i loved your hermione here!
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Date: 2011-01-25 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reynardo.livejournal.com
Bad Harry! Bad, naughty Harry! And wicked Hermione! *Goes back to read it again*

Date: 2011-01-25 02:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sans-grace.livejournal.com
This was glorious! And i love the thought of Hermione willing to cheat on Ron (which i don't believe is an answer she would have come to easily, Hermiones always struck me as a girl that would take fidelity seriously) to help Harry. Plus dark!Harry has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. Thank you for this, really. It's wonderful.

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Date: 2011-01-25 02:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] gina87.livejournal.com
Oh, this was great. Love your barely in control Harry.
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Date: 2011-01-25 04:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] winterstorrm.livejournal.com
That was very very nice indeed.
Whew.

Date: 2011-01-25 05:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daiseechain.livejournal.com
Hell yes, to dark!Harry. I'm glad you made the point about his role after the war, because there's absolutely no way he'd go on to be 'normal' after everything he'd done and that'd been done to him.

And I loved Hermione's way of driving the point home about not telling Ron :-D

Hermione always was much stronger than she's often given credit for. Kudos for playing that up.

Date: 2011-01-25 05:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] being-here.livejournal.com
Mmmmm. I love Harry here, and Hermione for owning her desire and not backing down.

Date: 2011-01-25 10:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] musyc
ROWR. Good, hard, rough sex. Always an absolute delight.

Date: 2011-01-25 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tarajw.livejournal.com
My first thought was "ew! Het!" But I'm glad I tried it. That was hot as hell.

Date: 2011-01-26 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teas-me.livejournal.com
This was just UNF! I lovelovelove how Hermione kept pushing Harry. And it was so dirty and hot and full of wonderfully hard fucking.

Date: 2011-01-26 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mihnn.livejournal.com
You just met my kinky appetite and then some. Dark!Harry is definitely my dark chocolate ;)

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried!" - Loved that line. And the affection between them at the end... awww.. Loved this! :D

Date: 2011-01-26 02:03 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Harry/Hermione is a bit of a squick of mine *hides* but the rough sex totally made up for it!

his knees and no doubt Hermione’s back burning against the rug major kink hit, here! :)

~ Trixie Locket

Date: 2011-01-26 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eevilalice.livejournal.com
This was rad! I'm skittish about Harry/Hermione, but with hardfucking, how could I not read? ;) I could buy both of them here, and you're so efficient in characterizing them and the situation. I especially loved the build-up to the actual sex--the roughhousing (too cutesy a term, probably!). A great, hot read!

Date: 2011-01-26 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sweething10.livejournal.com
I'm not a big fan of Harry/Hermione, but I loved this. I love when Hermione's wild side comes out. RAWR Well done!

Date: 2011-01-26 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] geneva2010.livejournal.com
Well done - good psychological details amid the S.E.X.

Date: 2011-01-27 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] parvani.livejournal.com
This is totally the hottest het thing I've ever read. I've been craving Harry/Hermione since I saw DH pt1. You've satisfied that quite nicely!

Date: 2011-01-28 04:58 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] critterel.livejournal.com
This is mega hot. I STILL cannot see Hermione with Ron, even more after reading this. I rarely read Harry/Hermione but it really works here. I love Harry written when he's got issues because, well, it's only makes SENSE that he would. I love adult, mature Harry and conflicted Harry. So, wow I really liked this.

I can totally see Hermione being logical like this. Although in my mind Hermione dumps Ron and the Epilogue doesn't happen because she gets tired of him whinging about Quidditch constantly and never having an intellectual conversation. The spark dies and they part as friends. : P At least in my head. Lol.

I'm glad you added the part where she tells him to go to a therapist because that is also SO Hermione. The only other thing I can see her doing is handing him a couple of books to read up on PTSD and anxiety disorder. lol.

Really liked this. It was extremely hot and very in the moment.

Clare

Date: 2011-01-29 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kayoko.livejournal.com
That was really rough fucking indeed! On the verge of pain for both of them.

I loved the spontaneous ending. It made the story more light-hearted by implying that Harry will recover from this dark side of him.

Date: 2011-01-30 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raven-tiger.livejournal.com
I LOVE Dark!Harry.

Date: 2011-02-02 12:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] keppiehed.livejournal.com
I love that you kept them so much in character. This was hot, definitely, but it was also very well done. And sometimes that is hard to do! So kudos to you for the whole package!

Date: 2011-02-03 10:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darklotus1211.livejournal.com
I loved the whole story, and it makes sense that Harry has, to say the least, "issues" - Dark!Harry always seems more believable to me.
The entire story was great - and I was enjoying it immensely until I came to "He had just…well, not slept with, but mercilessly fucked his best friend’s girlfriend."

This most probably sounds silly, but it actually gave me a lurch in my chest that Hermione, the one friend that's always stood by him, and obviously knows him well enough to know this is what he needs (and I could see her doing this as she IS such a good friend - plus she obviously has the inclination for rough sex) was relegated to the rank of only "his best friend’s girlfriend" in his mind.

I know.... I'm pathetic.....

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