Fic: In the Woods
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hpkinkfestTitle: In the Woods
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katarina_mp
Kink Showcased: Chain Voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Cho/Hermione, Draco/Harry
Summary: When talking a walk near the Forbidden Forest, Cho finds something interesting. Very interesting.
Warnings: Dub-con, humiliation, voyeurism, name calling and dirty talk, language.
Word Count: 4,046
Author's Notes: Thank you so much to Joey andkellychambliss for beta-reading this for me and for helping me with all my issues. :) This was awesome and so much fun to write!
Also, Mods: I need a pairing tag for Cho/Hermione, please.
It was a lovely May afternoon. One of those warm ones, with a cloudless sky and the sun shining until six. At sunset, the sky stopped being bright blue and clear and gained pink and orange tones, getting darker and darker until the indigo swallowed the firmament and night came, covering everything in the blackest of cloaks, sprinkled with shimmery stars all over…
Cho was feeling quite poetic in this fine spring afternoon. Well, sex can do that to a girl. Of course, if she’d been as well shagged as she wanted, she wouldn’t be waxing poetic about pretty sunsets like a Hufflepuff. She’d be lying in bed, unconscious and satisfied.
Good sex was hard to find these days. Being a seventh-year, she had had to start on the lower years, as there were no older boys in school for her to be with. Terry Boot was nice, but he lacked something. Well, after Roger, Cedric (bless his soul) and Harry, just about everyone lacked something.
But needs must, and she wasn’t going to go celibate until the next hero came, now was she? She’d left Terry sleeping soundly in his dorm. Tired from being shagged silly. Maybe he’d wake up in time for dinner. She sighed. They’d been at it since lunch, and he’d probably be unavailable for the next few days… There was that sixth year Gryffindor, what was his name again? Daniel? Damien? Well, something. He was an artist. Artists are meant to be someone later in life, right? Who knew if she wouldn’t be shagging the next Picasso if she had him?
Cho would worry about true love once she found the right guy. After what happened with her first three boyfriends, she had given up trying to be a nice girl. One left her for a Veela, the other died, and the third preferred his best friend. It would change everyone’s perspective on love, wouldn’t it?
Anyway, sex does make one divagate. Terry had been rather clingy and suffocating today, so she had decided to go for a walk. It was, after all, quite a beautiful afternoon, and it was close enough to NEWTs, OWLs, and regular evaluation periods that there wouldn’t be too many people outside.
She walked down the grounds to the lake, close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The second task had been here, a mere two years ago… Where had the time gone? So many things had changed since then… So many aspects of her life ruined…
She got closer to the outskirts of the Forest, sufficiently away from the castle that no-one would see her and took off her shoes and socks, touching the soles of her feet to the cool grass. There were a few bushes ahead. Maybe she could sit there until dinner time.
And that’s when she heard it. A little snapping sound. A twig breaking, perhaps? And the faint sound of rustling leaves. All very close by, it could be an animal or something, but…
Cho looked around suspiciously and there, behind that large tree, was that a book? She could see the corners and, as a Ravenclaw, she could tell a book when she saw one.
Taking advantage of being barefoot, she slowly and silently crossed the few meters that separated her from the tree and leaned around to take a peek. There was someone kneeling on the floor. Socks wet from the grass, skirt covering half her calves, shirt primly tucked inside the skirt and bushy brown hair she’d know anywhere.
Hermione Granger.
Even as she felt anger surging up inside of her, she wondered, ever the observant Ravenclaw. What was Hermione doing? The book she’d obviously been reading was open near the tree, but she was kneeling close to the bushes, one of her hands on the leaves to support her weight, the other hidden from view, probably resting on her lap.
What the hell? Oh, if she was doing something embarrassing, Cho had to know. Hermione Granger had had it coming to her for a long time now. Harry, Marietta, her besting the Ravenclaws in everything and so many other things…. Filthy little know-it-all, how dare she?
Cho cast a disillusionment spell and crept closer. As she stepped around the trunk, she could see the Gryffindor-crested cloak, neatly folded, with the shoes resting against the black fabric. She must have been sitting against the tree, reading that book, before… What?
Cho’s eyes went back to the younger girl. She seemed to be just kneeling there, very still, not doing anything. Confused, Cho silently tip-toed until she was standing next to her.
Oh.
It looked like her other hand, the one that wasn’t grabbing the bush for support, wasn’t resting in the lap. No. It was inside her skirt. Moving.
Cho almost couldn’t contain her malicious glee, and an evil grin spread over her face. It was too good. The prim and proper Gryffindor, as away from the castle as she could get without going into the Forbidden Forest or the lake, masturbating. She certainly went to great measures to make sure no-one caught her. Why did she need to get so far away? There were so many places where she could do this inside the castle. She was definitely paranoid.
But, oh, the flush on her cheeks. It was most delightful. The way it complimented her red and gold tie, hanging from her neck on her blouse, which had three of four buttons open. How naughty of her, Cho thought sardonically.
Granger gasped, and the supporting hand quickly went to her mouth to try and stifle the sound, the other never stopping its movements. Cho could imagine her biting her fingers hard enough to leave marks. She was so focused. So concentrated. Was she fantasising? Or was there something else? And when Cho looked at where Hermione was so fiercely staring, over the edge of the shrub, she understood.
On the other side of the low plants, some ten, fifteen meters away, propped up against a tree, was Harry Potter. Naked, flushed, hot, sweating, gasping Harry. Being thoroughly fucked by Malfoy.
Ah, that would explain it.
But they were giving quite a show. Malfoy was pushing Harry’s legs against his chest and pumping his hips with a strength Cho didn’t know he possessed what with that lithe body of his, his pale arse flexing with the thrusts.
It was a very sexy sight: Harry’s hair black, Malfoy’s pale. It stuck to their foreheads and necks, and their bodies glistened with sweat, a couple of love bites visible on both their torsos. Harry’s body was a lovely shade of gold. The last rays of sun gave it a really deep colour and managed to make Malfoy look less anaemic.
Harry’s body was being shoved against the tree repeatedly. His back was going to get bruised, but he didn’t seem to be minding. And then he moaned loudly. Malfoy was probably battering his prostate now.
Cho could understand why Granger was so energetically masturbating to the sight of them. She’d be touching herself right now if it wasn’t for Miss I-Like-To-Watch-Hot-Guys-Having-Sex over there. Even after an entire afternoon with Terry, she could feel pulses of arousal re-awakening her body and making her feel warm. It was so much better than porn. Playwitch magazines with moving pictures be damned.
She looked back at Hermione, whose hair was getting frizzier by the minute, her forehead all shiny and her breath all worked up.
She was starting to look dishevelled and bothered. The hand she’d been biting had fallen to her thigh and she was gripping the material of her pleated skirt so hard her knuckles were white. Cho wondered if she’d start touching the rest of her body. Was that one of her nipples she could see peaking against the white shirt? What Cho really wanted was for Hermione to raise her skirt so she could see the fingers moving inside her knickers. If she was wearing them.
Just the thought of model-Gryffindor Granger going commando was enough for Cho to start breathing unevenly. How kinky could Granger be if she was here masturbating while watching her best friend have sex with his rival-cum-lover? Oh, the possibilities! Her mind was already working, imagining scenarios, places, people, clothing, situations… If only she would take off her skirt. And her shirt. She could leave the tie on. Cho bet it would look lovely against the swell of her breasts, her bra. Was the bra white? With lace, appropriately girly and very virginal, perhaps? Or maybe it was red. Oh. Cho bit her lip. Who knew watching a girl masturbate could be this hot?
Hermione seemed to be getting tired of kneeling. Her tights were probably getting strained, because she moved around, hand still hidden inside her skirt, until she sat on her arse, skirt fanning out around her, knees red from pressing against the ground. Fortunately for her, the bush was low enough that she could peek over even when sitting down, but high enough that she was still hidden from the guys shagging on the other side.
Her legs were now spread and bent at the knees but the skirt continued hiding what mattered from view. Her spine was still very straight, though, and the hand not in use was splayed on the grass beside her. Straight-backed, prim little -. And her lower lip was so red from being bitten…
"Oh, Draco, fuck, Draco!..."
Harry’s moans caught Cho’s attention, and she turned her head to watch the goings-on the other side of the bush.
Harry was now on his hands and knees, arse up and shoulders to the ground. His hands were being held down on either side of his head by Draco’s own hands applying force on his wrists. His beautiful face was on the grass, turned in their direction, eyes closed, his mouth open, groans coming out of his throat with every other thrust.
And Malfoy, he wasn’t going to be able to hold that position for much longer. Cho could already see him letting go of Harry’s wrists to grasp his hips and piston his own, his cock entering and exiting Harry’s arse with speed and force and… Oh, she had to touch herself. The heat was getting unbearable, and she could feel her knickers getting wet with all the visual stimulation. Harry’s cock was dark and bobbing and she just wanted to see Malfoy grabbing hold of it and stroking and stroking…
Hermione whimpered then, and Cho’s head snapped to the side. The Gryffindor girl had opened all the buttons of her shirt and, while it still covered her breasts, Cho could now see the muscles of her belly rippling with the effort to remain sitting. Why did Cho always miss the good parts? The boys changing positions, Granger opening her shirt –
Cho pressed the palm of her hand to her crotch. Hermione was lifting her skirt. Her knickers were white. No lace. Simple and practical. Obviously. And she was sticking her fingers back inside of them. But now Cho could see the outline of her fingers furiously moving. And the faint dark spot.
Cho raised her own skirt and gently touched her clit through the panties. Hermione’s face. She looked like she was about to cry. Or about to have the orgasm of her life. Her eyes were dark and her mouth was hanging open, her breath coming out rapidly and erratically. Her lips were red and shiny from her saliva, and they looked kissable and lickable and biteable.
Hermione flipped her hair back off her shoulders to get more air on her sweaty neck, and the movement dislodged one side of her shirt to reveal one covered breast. White bra, with a bit of lace, just on the edges, butterfly patterns and with a thin ribbon of red satin running underneath the lace. Only when Cho’s hand reached out did she realize she’d crept closer and could now touch Hermione if she wanted. When she wanted.
She carefully, silently, knelt next to the girl. Cho could now see that Hermione had a light spattering of freckles on her chest. Just a few, not as many as a Weasley would have, but enough that they’d be noticeable when she tanned in the summer.
Looking down, Cho took notice of her flat belly, muscles trembling and the girl’s forearm resting against it, her hand disappearing inside the material of the panties. She could also hear the sounds the fingers were making… So, so wet.
Hermione should really take off her skirt.
Suddenly, the supporting hand left the floor and went back to her mouth, this time palm up with her knuckles against her teeth, puffs of breath against the back of her fingers. Hermione’s eyes widened and she tried to stifle a moan, which caused Cho to look over at Harry and Malfoy to see that they were now spooning, Harry sitting on top of Malfoy, his thighs over Malfoy’s paler ones. Harry was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on Malfoy’s lap, one of Malfoy’s hands on his hip, helping keep him in place, the other, oh, two fingers of the other inside Harry’s mouth, spit running down his chin and how much would Cho love to see them blowing each other off. But this was even better. And Harry’s cock was still untouched, its dark head now copiously leaking pre-come. He was so close.
Cho chose that moment to move behind Hermione, who was getting more and more worked up. When she had one knee on either side of Hermione’s hips, she took off the disillusionment spell, cast a one-way silencing spell and her own modification of the Imperturbable Charm around the both of them and a neat little sticking spell to fix Hermione’s arse to the ground. Just in case. Ah, Ravenclaw spell-work. And the other girl hadn’t even noticed.
Cho’s hand went back into her knickers to lightly stroke her clit and then, she leaned over, her mouth close to Hermione’s ear, and started whispering.
"They’re so hot together, aren’t they?"
Hermione whimpered before she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. She yelped and her head snapped around, Cho backing off in time not to be hit.
"Cho! I – I…" she spluttered pathetically, her face even redder. She then tried to get up and she gasped, her eyes widening in fear when she became aware that she couldn’t.
"Shh, Granger. Turn around and continue," Cho suggested, her wand pressing slightly against Hermione’s waist. "Don’t scream unless you need to, and don’t worry, we won’t get caught. Just enjoy what you were doing until now, or they’ll finish before you. Now, seeing as you won’t be getting up anytime soon, you might as well answer me: they’re hot, aren’t they?"
"Y – yes…" she admitted in a low voice. "But wha – "
"Yes, they are," Cho interrupted, "and half the school knows they’re shagging, but they think they’re being so secretive… Coming here to fuck," she hissed the last part, her breath against the other girl’s ear. She could feel the body heat against her chest, and it excited her a lot. "Take off your shirt, Granger, and continue with what you’ve been doing."
Hermione’s trembling fingers pushed the shirt off her shoulders. A couple of the fingers of the right hand glistened. Cho’s other hand lowered her own knickers and touched her opening, while Hermione, her torso now covered only with her bra and that thin scrap of tie, returned her hand to her crotch, the other fisted on her damned skirt.
"Yes, they think they’re so sneaky… Just like you. Coming here to watch them and wank. Kinky, Granger. What would Harry think if he knew?" she asked and her vagina throbbed at the thought of being discovered. "Take this damned skirt off," she demanded.
The girl’s hands reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, but when she tried to lift her arse off the ground, she couldn’t. "I – I can’t…" Hermione gasped, her voice trembling as much as her hands.
"Hope you know Reparo, Granger," Cho warned before she ripped the skirt off Hermione’s hips, leaving her knickers finally on show. And then, because, why not?, she cast Diffindo on either side of the white, simple panties and watched over Hermione’s shoulder how they fell off, revealing a patch of dark, curly hair and her hand frantically working on her body. Cho stuck one finger inside her own vagina and looked over at Harry and Malfoy who were so nearing completion, it was a wonder how they could be holding off for so long.
"You like watching Harry fuck. You want him, don’t you, you filthy slut? Always have, haven’t you? That’s why you took him from me, last year. And now, you watch him getting fucked by Malfoy. How sad, Granger, how sad," she said venomously, snapping the last word, her teeth almost closing over Hermione’s earlobe. "Use your other hand. Come on, dirty slut."
"No, no… You’re wrong… I…" Hermione tried to say, gasps between every word, her voice hitching on the end. The fingers of her other hand skimmed over her breasts, scratched the skin of her belly on the way down and were now plunging hard and fast inside her. Her back was bowed, her primness finally snapping in those final moments before her orgasm.
Cho sped up her own hands and half-gasped her next words.
"No, you don’t want to be with him. You prefer to watch him take it up the arse from some other guy. Do you watch him like this often, Granger? Is this what makes you hot? Watching them fuck without them knowing?"
"I – I –"
"Answer me, bitch, do you want to join them? Maybe Harry will let you lick off his come, he’s just so… close…" Cho trailed off, her anger mixing with her pleasure.
Malfoy had finally gripped Harry’s red cock and was fisting it so fast his hand was a blur. Harry’s hands were grabbing at Malfoy’s hips, and he was jumping up and down with speed. Malfoy was thrusting up to meet him, his teeth locked in Harry’s shoulder.
"N – no," Hermione answered, eyes fixed on the boys.
"You’d rather stay here and watch them. You dirty, dirty person. What if they knew? What would they say, what would he say? I caught you. And you’re here, naked, legs spread open like a whore, on the ground, watching over a bush, touching yourself, and you’re so loving it and you’re close and you’re going to come when they come and –"
"Draco!"
"Harry!"
Their shouts interrupted Cho’s babbling and, as she saw Malfoy thrust deep inside Harry’s body one last time and Harry’s come shooting up and landing on his chest, his lap, his thighs and Draco’s hand, she heard Hermione let out a strangled moan, a whine, and she managed to tear her eyes from the boys and back down to the girl.
Hermione’s back was arched so much it looked ready to snap, her breasts thrust outwards for the world to see. The fingers of one hand were moving quickly in jerky circles over her clit, her effort to prolong the orgasm. And while her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a not-so-silent scream, the fingers of her other hand were digging into Cho’s left thigh and it was that little bit of –
Cho’s hips bucked, her knuckles knocking against Hermione’s lower back and she got a mouthful of hair when her open mouth collided with the bushy head. It was Harry’s come and Hermione’s white panties and even Malfoy’s pumping hips and it all smashed together in an explosion of sensation and she screamed against Hermione’s head, the hair muffling the sound.
Cho’s breasts were pressed up against Hermione’s back and she could feel her shuddering in the aftermath, could see her fingers still circling, her muscles would be clenched so tightly, her thighs spasming with the over-sensitivity she surely must be feeling.
Harry had collapsed backwards and Malfoy hadn’t been able to handle the extra weight and they were lying on the grass, trying to catch their breaths. Harry was still on top of Malfoy; Malfoy’s cock was probably still inside Harry’s arse.
Cho leaned her forehead against Hermione’s shoulder and placed her hands, fingers still wet, on Hermione’s hips. She could feel the other girl’s heart beating fast where her chest was pressed against Hermione’s back. They were both breathing hard, and Cho felt like she could sleep for days even if there hadn’t been much physical effort on her part.
The boys, though, looked like they’d run a marathon, she noticed when she lifted her head again.
Harry pushed his hair off his forehead, sighed and raised his hips to let Malfoy’s cock slip out of his body, grimacing at the sensation. He then turned over and settled himself back down on top of him, head on Malfoy’s shoulder, who, in turn, put his arms around Harry’s back.
She saw Harry lifting his head and smiling at Malfoy, before kissing his neck and snuggling back down again. He whispered something too low for Cho to hear, causing Malfoy to smile too and reach one of his hands up to stroke Harry’s hair while his lips shaped the same words Harry’s had.
Cho’s anger returned despite her physical satisfaction. Curse Malfoy and curse Granger for what they’d done. She looked at the girl’s face and clenched her teeth. Hermione’s eyes were closed and her head was swaying slightly back and forth as if she didn’t know whether to drop it forward or lean back against Cho.
Her left hand tightened its grip on Hermione’s hip while Cho picked up her wand with the other.
"I can’t decide whether to Obliviate you and leave you here naked without memory of why you are in this state while Malfoy and Harry are just a few meters away, or to leave you with this memory to torment you for the rest of your pitiful life." Cho whispered in Hermione’s ear pressing the wand against the girl’s waist hard and Hermione squirmed with the pain. "Maybe if I erase your memory you’ll think they raped you," she suggested gleefully.
She smirked as she saw Hermione’s eyes widening at the thought. Her wand left Hermione’s waist where a reddish bruise had formed, and she re-cast the disillusionment spell on herself again. She got up and stepped aside, pushing at Hermione’s shoulder with her knee. The girl fell backwards, her legs sprawled haphazardly. She looked absolutely debauched even as her eyes reflected the trepidation she was feeling. The tie really did look good against her bra.
Cho straightened her clothes and brushed the dirt of her skirt. She picked up her shoes again and saw Hermione’s eyes watching as they rose up in the air.
"But I think you retaining the memory would be even worse for you, wouldn’t it? Having to remember this every time you look at your best friend… Will you blush when Malfoy and Harry cross paths and exchange looks?" Cho shook her head. "I don’t think you’ll tell anyone what happened here either, now will you?" she asked, her tone slightly threatening. She watched as Hermione’s eyes shifted from the shoes to the grass next to her shoulder. "Thought not."
She started walking away, and Hermione sat up hurriedly seeing the shoes distancing themselves. She tried to lift her arse off the ground, but found she still couldn’t, and her eyes became a bit shinier. Cho took of the silencing spell and the Imperturbable Charm and then smiled maliciously down at Hermione, even though the other girl couldn’t see it.
"Oh, yes. And I’ll take off that spell when I reach the castle. Have fun trying to Accio your wand. Or praying they won’t leave too soon and find you. Toodles, Granger!"
Cho left the place, her feet slightly chilled from the grass. Not bad for a revenge. But it was not over. It never would be.
Night was falling, the pinks overpowered by the indigo, and she hadn’t even noticed. She loved indigo. It was her house colour.
She hoped dinner was good.
Author:
katarina_mp Kink Showcased: Chain Voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Cho/Hermione, Draco/Harry
Summary: When talking a walk near the Forbidden Forest, Cho finds something interesting. Very interesting.
Warnings: Dub-con, humiliation, voyeurism, name calling and dirty talk, language.
Word Count: 4,046
Author's Notes: Thank you so much to Joey and
kellychambliss for beta-reading this for me and for helping me with all my issues. :) This was awesome and so much fun to write! Also, Mods: I need a pairing tag for Cho/Hermione, please.
It was a lovely May afternoon. One of those warm ones, with a cloudless sky and the sun shining until six. At sunset, the sky stopped being bright blue and clear and gained pink and orange tones, getting darker and darker until the indigo swallowed the firmament and night came, covering everything in the blackest of cloaks, sprinkled with shimmery stars all over…
Cho was feeling quite poetic in this fine spring afternoon. Well, sex can do that to a girl. Of course, if she’d been as well shagged as she wanted, she wouldn’t be waxing poetic about pretty sunsets like a Hufflepuff. She’d be lying in bed, unconscious and satisfied.
Good sex was hard to find these days. Being a seventh-year, she had had to start on the lower years, as there were no older boys in school for her to be with. Terry Boot was nice, but he lacked something. Well, after Roger, Cedric (bless his soul) and Harry, just about everyone lacked something.
But needs must, and she wasn’t going to go celibate until the next hero came, now was she? She’d left Terry sleeping soundly in his dorm. Tired from being shagged silly. Maybe he’d wake up in time for dinner. She sighed. They’d been at it since lunch, and he’d probably be unavailable for the next few days… There was that sixth year Gryffindor, what was his name again? Daniel? Damien? Well, something. He was an artist. Artists are meant to be someone later in life, right? Who knew if she wouldn’t be shagging the next Picasso if she had him?
Cho would worry about true love once she found the right guy. After what happened with her first three boyfriends, she had given up trying to be a nice girl. One left her for a Veela, the other died, and the third preferred his best friend. It would change everyone’s perspective on love, wouldn’t it?
Anyway, sex does make one divagate. Terry had been rather clingy and suffocating today, so she had decided to go for a walk. It was, after all, quite a beautiful afternoon, and it was close enough to NEWTs, OWLs, and regular evaluation periods that there wouldn’t be too many people outside.
She walked down the grounds to the lake, close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The second task had been here, a mere two years ago… Where had the time gone? So many things had changed since then… So many aspects of her life ruined…
She got closer to the outskirts of the Forest, sufficiently away from the castle that no-one would see her and took off her shoes and socks, touching the soles of her feet to the cool grass. There were a few bushes ahead. Maybe she could sit there until dinner time.
And that’s when she heard it. A little snapping sound. A twig breaking, perhaps? And the faint sound of rustling leaves. All very close by, it could be an animal or something, but…
Cho looked around suspiciously and there, behind that large tree, was that a book? She could see the corners and, as a Ravenclaw, she could tell a book when she saw one.
Taking advantage of being barefoot, she slowly and silently crossed the few meters that separated her from the tree and leaned around to take a peek. There was someone kneeling on the floor. Socks wet from the grass, skirt covering half her calves, shirt primly tucked inside the skirt and bushy brown hair she’d know anywhere.
Hermione Granger.
Even as she felt anger surging up inside of her, she wondered, ever the observant Ravenclaw. What was Hermione doing? The book she’d obviously been reading was open near the tree, but she was kneeling close to the bushes, one of her hands on the leaves to support her weight, the other hidden from view, probably resting on her lap.
What the hell? Oh, if she was doing something embarrassing, Cho had to know. Hermione Granger had had it coming to her for a long time now. Harry, Marietta, her besting the Ravenclaws in everything and so many other things…. Filthy little know-it-all, how dare she?
Cho cast a disillusionment spell and crept closer. As she stepped around the trunk, she could see the Gryffindor-crested cloak, neatly folded, with the shoes resting against the black fabric. She must have been sitting against the tree, reading that book, before… What?
Cho’s eyes went back to the younger girl. She seemed to be just kneeling there, very still, not doing anything. Confused, Cho silently tip-toed until she was standing next to her.
Oh.
It looked like her other hand, the one that wasn’t grabbing the bush for support, wasn’t resting in the lap. No. It was inside her skirt. Moving.
Cho almost couldn’t contain her malicious glee, and an evil grin spread over her face. It was too good. The prim and proper Gryffindor, as away from the castle as she could get without going into the Forbidden Forest or the lake, masturbating. She certainly went to great measures to make sure no-one caught her. Why did she need to get so far away? There were so many places where she could do this inside the castle. She was definitely paranoid.
But, oh, the flush on her cheeks. It was most delightful. The way it complimented her red and gold tie, hanging from her neck on her blouse, which had three of four buttons open. How naughty of her, Cho thought sardonically.
Granger gasped, and the supporting hand quickly went to her mouth to try and stifle the sound, the other never stopping its movements. Cho could imagine her biting her fingers hard enough to leave marks. She was so focused. So concentrated. Was she fantasising? Or was there something else? And when Cho looked at where Hermione was so fiercely staring, over the edge of the shrub, she understood.
On the other side of the low plants, some ten, fifteen meters away, propped up against a tree, was Harry Potter. Naked, flushed, hot, sweating, gasping Harry. Being thoroughly fucked by Malfoy.
Ah, that would explain it.
But they were giving quite a show. Malfoy was pushing Harry’s legs against his chest and pumping his hips with a strength Cho didn’t know he possessed what with that lithe body of his, his pale arse flexing with the thrusts.
It was a very sexy sight: Harry’s hair black, Malfoy’s pale. It stuck to their foreheads and necks, and their bodies glistened with sweat, a couple of love bites visible on both their torsos. Harry’s body was a lovely shade of gold. The last rays of sun gave it a really deep colour and managed to make Malfoy look less anaemic.
Harry’s body was being shoved against the tree repeatedly. His back was going to get bruised, but he didn’t seem to be minding. And then he moaned loudly. Malfoy was probably battering his prostate now.
Cho could understand why Granger was so energetically masturbating to the sight of them. She’d be touching herself right now if it wasn’t for Miss I-Like-To-Watch-Hot-Guys-Having-Sex over there. Even after an entire afternoon with Terry, she could feel pulses of arousal re-awakening her body and making her feel warm. It was so much better than porn. Playwitch magazines with moving pictures be damned.
She looked back at Hermione, whose hair was getting frizzier by the minute, her forehead all shiny and her breath all worked up.
She was starting to look dishevelled and bothered. The hand she’d been biting had fallen to her thigh and she was gripping the material of her pleated skirt so hard her knuckles were white. Cho wondered if she’d start touching the rest of her body. Was that one of her nipples she could see peaking against the white shirt? What Cho really wanted was for Hermione to raise her skirt so she could see the fingers moving inside her knickers. If she was wearing them.
Just the thought of model-Gryffindor Granger going commando was enough for Cho to start breathing unevenly. How kinky could Granger be if she was here masturbating while watching her best friend have sex with his rival-cum-lover? Oh, the possibilities! Her mind was already working, imagining scenarios, places, people, clothing, situations… If only she would take off her skirt. And her shirt. She could leave the tie on. Cho bet it would look lovely against the swell of her breasts, her bra. Was the bra white? With lace, appropriately girly and very virginal, perhaps? Or maybe it was red. Oh. Cho bit her lip. Who knew watching a girl masturbate could be this hot?
Hermione seemed to be getting tired of kneeling. Her tights were probably getting strained, because she moved around, hand still hidden inside her skirt, until she sat on her arse, skirt fanning out around her, knees red from pressing against the ground. Fortunately for her, the bush was low enough that she could peek over even when sitting down, but high enough that she was still hidden from the guys shagging on the other side.
Her legs were now spread and bent at the knees but the skirt continued hiding what mattered from view. Her spine was still very straight, though, and the hand not in use was splayed on the grass beside her. Straight-backed, prim little -. And her lower lip was so red from being bitten…
"Oh, Draco, fuck, Draco!..."
Harry’s moans caught Cho’s attention, and she turned her head to watch the goings-on the other side of the bush.
Harry was now on his hands and knees, arse up and shoulders to the ground. His hands were being held down on either side of his head by Draco’s own hands applying force on his wrists. His beautiful face was on the grass, turned in their direction, eyes closed, his mouth open, groans coming out of his throat with every other thrust.
And Malfoy, he wasn’t going to be able to hold that position for much longer. Cho could already see him letting go of Harry’s wrists to grasp his hips and piston his own, his cock entering and exiting Harry’s arse with speed and force and… Oh, she had to touch herself. The heat was getting unbearable, and she could feel her knickers getting wet with all the visual stimulation. Harry’s cock was dark and bobbing and she just wanted to see Malfoy grabbing hold of it and stroking and stroking…
Hermione whimpered then, and Cho’s head snapped to the side. The Gryffindor girl had opened all the buttons of her shirt and, while it still covered her breasts, Cho could now see the muscles of her belly rippling with the effort to remain sitting. Why did Cho always miss the good parts? The boys changing positions, Granger opening her shirt –
Cho pressed the palm of her hand to her crotch. Hermione was lifting her skirt. Her knickers were white. No lace. Simple and practical. Obviously. And she was sticking her fingers back inside of them. But now Cho could see the outline of her fingers furiously moving. And the faint dark spot.
Cho raised her own skirt and gently touched her clit through the panties. Hermione’s face. She looked like she was about to cry. Or about to have the orgasm of her life. Her eyes were dark and her mouth was hanging open, her breath coming out rapidly and erratically. Her lips were red and shiny from her saliva, and they looked kissable and lickable and biteable.
Hermione flipped her hair back off her shoulders to get more air on her sweaty neck, and the movement dislodged one side of her shirt to reveal one covered breast. White bra, with a bit of lace, just on the edges, butterfly patterns and with a thin ribbon of red satin running underneath the lace. Only when Cho’s hand reached out did she realize she’d crept closer and could now touch Hermione if she wanted. When she wanted.
She carefully, silently, knelt next to the girl. Cho could now see that Hermione had a light spattering of freckles on her chest. Just a few, not as many as a Weasley would have, but enough that they’d be noticeable when she tanned in the summer.
Looking down, Cho took notice of her flat belly, muscles trembling and the girl’s forearm resting against it, her hand disappearing inside the material of the panties. She could also hear the sounds the fingers were making… So, so wet.
Hermione should really take off her skirt.
Suddenly, the supporting hand left the floor and went back to her mouth, this time palm up with her knuckles against her teeth, puffs of breath against the back of her fingers. Hermione’s eyes widened and she tried to stifle a moan, which caused Cho to look over at Harry and Malfoy to see that they were now spooning, Harry sitting on top of Malfoy, his thighs over Malfoy’s paler ones. Harry was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on Malfoy’s lap, one of Malfoy’s hands on his hip, helping keep him in place, the other, oh, two fingers of the other inside Harry’s mouth, spit running down his chin and how much would Cho love to see them blowing each other off. But this was even better. And Harry’s cock was still untouched, its dark head now copiously leaking pre-come. He was so close.
Cho chose that moment to move behind Hermione, who was getting more and more worked up. When she had one knee on either side of Hermione’s hips, she took off the disillusionment spell, cast a one-way silencing spell and her own modification of the Imperturbable Charm around the both of them and a neat little sticking spell to fix Hermione’s arse to the ground. Just in case. Ah, Ravenclaw spell-work. And the other girl hadn’t even noticed.
Cho’s hand went back into her knickers to lightly stroke her clit and then, she leaned over, her mouth close to Hermione’s ear, and started whispering.
"They’re so hot together, aren’t they?"
Hermione whimpered before she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. She yelped and her head snapped around, Cho backing off in time not to be hit.
"Cho! I – I…" she spluttered pathetically, her face even redder. She then tried to get up and she gasped, her eyes widening in fear when she became aware that she couldn’t.
"Shh, Granger. Turn around and continue," Cho suggested, her wand pressing slightly against Hermione’s waist. "Don’t scream unless you need to, and don’t worry, we won’t get caught. Just enjoy what you were doing until now, or they’ll finish before you. Now, seeing as you won’t be getting up anytime soon, you might as well answer me: they’re hot, aren’t they?"
"Y – yes…" she admitted in a low voice. "But wha – "
"Yes, they are," Cho interrupted, "and half the school knows they’re shagging, but they think they’re being so secretive… Coming here to fuck," she hissed the last part, her breath against the other girl’s ear. She could feel the body heat against her chest, and it excited her a lot. "Take off your shirt, Granger, and continue with what you’ve been doing."
Hermione’s trembling fingers pushed the shirt off her shoulders. A couple of the fingers of the right hand glistened. Cho’s other hand lowered her own knickers and touched her opening, while Hermione, her torso now covered only with her bra and that thin scrap of tie, returned her hand to her crotch, the other fisted on her damned skirt.
"Yes, they think they’re so sneaky… Just like you. Coming here to watch them and wank. Kinky, Granger. What would Harry think if he knew?" she asked and her vagina throbbed at the thought of being discovered. "Take this damned skirt off," she demanded.
The girl’s hands reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, but when she tried to lift her arse off the ground, she couldn’t. "I – I can’t…" Hermione gasped, her voice trembling as much as her hands.
"Hope you know Reparo, Granger," Cho warned before she ripped the skirt off Hermione’s hips, leaving her knickers finally on show. And then, because, why not?, she cast Diffindo on either side of the white, simple panties and watched over Hermione’s shoulder how they fell off, revealing a patch of dark, curly hair and her hand frantically working on her body. Cho stuck one finger inside her own vagina and looked over at Harry and Malfoy who were so nearing completion, it was a wonder how they could be holding off for so long.
"You like watching Harry fuck. You want him, don’t you, you filthy slut? Always have, haven’t you? That’s why you took him from me, last year. And now, you watch him getting fucked by Malfoy. How sad, Granger, how sad," she said venomously, snapping the last word, her teeth almost closing over Hermione’s earlobe. "Use your other hand. Come on, dirty slut."
"No, no… You’re wrong… I…" Hermione tried to say, gasps between every word, her voice hitching on the end. The fingers of her other hand skimmed over her breasts, scratched the skin of her belly on the way down and were now plunging hard and fast inside her. Her back was bowed, her primness finally snapping in those final moments before her orgasm.
Cho sped up her own hands and half-gasped her next words.
"No, you don’t want to be with him. You prefer to watch him take it up the arse from some other guy. Do you watch him like this often, Granger? Is this what makes you hot? Watching them fuck without them knowing?"
"I – I –"
"Answer me, bitch, do you want to join them? Maybe Harry will let you lick off his come, he’s just so… close…" Cho trailed off, her anger mixing with her pleasure.
Malfoy had finally gripped Harry’s red cock and was fisting it so fast his hand was a blur. Harry’s hands were grabbing at Malfoy’s hips, and he was jumping up and down with speed. Malfoy was thrusting up to meet him, his teeth locked in Harry’s shoulder.
"N – no," Hermione answered, eyes fixed on the boys.
"You’d rather stay here and watch them. You dirty, dirty person. What if they knew? What would they say, what would he say? I caught you. And you’re here, naked, legs spread open like a whore, on the ground, watching over a bush, touching yourself, and you’re so loving it and you’re close and you’re going to come when they come and –"
"Draco!"
"Harry!"
Their shouts interrupted Cho’s babbling and, as she saw Malfoy thrust deep inside Harry’s body one last time and Harry’s come shooting up and landing on his chest, his lap, his thighs and Draco’s hand, she heard Hermione let out a strangled moan, a whine, and she managed to tear her eyes from the boys and back down to the girl.
Hermione’s back was arched so much it looked ready to snap, her breasts thrust outwards for the world to see. The fingers of one hand were moving quickly in jerky circles over her clit, her effort to prolong the orgasm. And while her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a not-so-silent scream, the fingers of her other hand were digging into Cho’s left thigh and it was that little bit of –
Cho’s hips bucked, her knuckles knocking against Hermione’s lower back and she got a mouthful of hair when her open mouth collided with the bushy head. It was Harry’s come and Hermione’s white panties and even Malfoy’s pumping hips and it all smashed together in an explosion of sensation and she screamed against Hermione’s head, the hair muffling the sound.
Cho’s breasts were pressed up against Hermione’s back and she could feel her shuddering in the aftermath, could see her fingers still circling, her muscles would be clenched so tightly, her thighs spasming with the over-sensitivity she surely must be feeling.
Harry had collapsed backwards and Malfoy hadn’t been able to handle the extra weight and they were lying on the grass, trying to catch their breaths. Harry was still on top of Malfoy; Malfoy’s cock was probably still inside Harry’s arse.
Cho leaned her forehead against Hermione’s shoulder and placed her hands, fingers still wet, on Hermione’s hips. She could feel the other girl’s heart beating fast where her chest was pressed against Hermione’s back. They were both breathing hard, and Cho felt like she could sleep for days even if there hadn’t been much physical effort on her part.
The boys, though, looked like they’d run a marathon, she noticed when she lifted her head again.
Harry pushed his hair off his forehead, sighed and raised his hips to let Malfoy’s cock slip out of his body, grimacing at the sensation. He then turned over and settled himself back down on top of him, head on Malfoy’s shoulder, who, in turn, put his arms around Harry’s back.
She saw Harry lifting his head and smiling at Malfoy, before kissing his neck and snuggling back down again. He whispered something too low for Cho to hear, causing Malfoy to smile too and reach one of his hands up to stroke Harry’s hair while his lips shaped the same words Harry’s had.
Cho’s anger returned despite her physical satisfaction. Curse Malfoy and curse Granger for what they’d done. She looked at the girl’s face and clenched her teeth. Hermione’s eyes were closed and her head was swaying slightly back and forth as if she didn’t know whether to drop it forward or lean back against Cho.
Her left hand tightened its grip on Hermione’s hip while Cho picked up her wand with the other.
"I can’t decide whether to Obliviate you and leave you here naked without memory of why you are in this state while Malfoy and Harry are just a few meters away, or to leave you with this memory to torment you for the rest of your pitiful life." Cho whispered in Hermione’s ear pressing the wand against the girl’s waist hard and Hermione squirmed with the pain. "Maybe if I erase your memory you’ll think they raped you," she suggested gleefully.
She smirked as she saw Hermione’s eyes widening at the thought. Her wand left Hermione’s waist where a reddish bruise had formed, and she re-cast the disillusionment spell on herself again. She got up and stepped aside, pushing at Hermione’s shoulder with her knee. The girl fell backwards, her legs sprawled haphazardly. She looked absolutely debauched even as her eyes reflected the trepidation she was feeling. The tie really did look good against her bra.
Cho straightened her clothes and brushed the dirt of her skirt. She picked up her shoes again and saw Hermione’s eyes watching as they rose up in the air.
"But I think you retaining the memory would be even worse for you, wouldn’t it? Having to remember this every time you look at your best friend… Will you blush when Malfoy and Harry cross paths and exchange looks?" Cho shook her head. "I don’t think you’ll tell anyone what happened here either, now will you?" she asked, her tone slightly threatening. She watched as Hermione’s eyes shifted from the shoes to the grass next to her shoulder. "Thought not."
She started walking away, and Hermione sat up hurriedly seeing the shoes distancing themselves. She tried to lift her arse off the ground, but found she still couldn’t, and her eyes became a bit shinier. Cho took of the silencing spell and the Imperturbable Charm and then smiled maliciously down at Hermione, even though the other girl couldn’t see it.
"Oh, yes. And I’ll take off that spell when I reach the castle. Have fun trying to Accio your wand. Or praying they won’t leave too soon and find you. Toodles, Granger!"
Cho left the place, her feet slightly chilled from the grass. Not bad for a revenge. But it was not over. It never would be.
Night was falling, the pinks overpowered by the indigo, and she hadn’t even noticed. She loved indigo. It was her house colour.
She hoped dinner was good.
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Date: 2011-02-08 10:25 pm (UTC)Sorry, Katarina! *waves*
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Date: 2011-02-09 12:13 am (UTC)And, well, the fic will stay in its place waiting to be read, then. :P Good luck with your edits! *glomps*
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Date: 2011-02-09 12:08 am (UTC)yummytoppish, isn't he? x) Thank you! *glomps* ♥no subject
Date: 2011-02-09 12:33 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2011-02-08 10:22 pm (UTC)And on top of that, a side-order of delicious Draco and Harry. Every single word about them brought me a little closer to the melting point. Thank you for this thoroughly enjoyable read!
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Date: 2011-02-09 01:09 am (UTC)I'm so happy you enjoyed it and thought the characters seemed authentic. This is how I imagine them, so I'm really glad they managed to come across as credible. I had way too much fun writing Cho's maliciousness and Hermione's innocent!closet!kinkiness.
When I had the idea for this fic, I was like "She's going to find Hermione watching Draco and Harry shagging. *AWESOME FACE*" They do spice up any fic they're featured in, don't they? :P I couldn't miss a chance this good to write them... I usually feel so much pressure when I do (that's why my H/D fics are unfinished or not posted anywhere), but this was a side-pairing, so, no pressures, right? :P I really should write more H/D... *tsks*
Thank you again for the lovely comment! ^^ *glomps you once more*
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Date: 2011-02-09 11:23 am (UTC)Ooh yes, absolutely! And I think I know what you mean about pressure when writing them.. I have written them a handful of times now, but I still feel that way every time o_O Getting their dynamics right is damn difficult, IMO. It's a good idea to get started with them as a side-pairing.
I really should write more H/D...
I second that full-force! *tackles*
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Date: 2011-02-09 02:17 pm (UTC)little bits of self-insertion, like Harry playing the guitar in more than one of my chaptered fics xDand stuff like that. When, it's a side-apiring, it's not like people (except for us, shippers xD) will be focusing on them, right?And I will, I will... Eventually. :P
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Date: 2011-02-09 03:21 pm (UTC)70,000 words is remarkable. I have of course not read them, but even if they were bad, consider them "practise" and the way towards the really good ones :) (That's what I told myself when I abandoned a 30K fest fic and wrote a new one, lol.)
Harry playing the guitar
Eek! *hearts a gypsy!Harry* I ... kinda really really want to read that now. No objections from me if the music lover in you shines through!
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Date: 2011-02-09 05:58 pm (UTC)I used to write a lot then. In class mostly. I was actually known in my class for that and there are still friends of mine that say they miss seeing bits of fic flying around in the classroom. :P
I don't think the real problem is him playing the guitar... It's more the fact that he wants to play like Slash. xD And that he plays Metallica, Guns and Green Day. Of course, it could all be canon, seeing as it is chronologically possible and it seemes like the kind of music Harry would like in his teens, but, even so.... xD That is actually my favourite WIP... Someday I may alter the stuff I don't quite like now, translate it and finish it. Who knows? ;)
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Date: 2011-02-09 01:12 am (UTC)And I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you for the comment! *glomps*
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Date: 2011-02-09 01:44 am (UTC)Cho was delightful to write and yes, that's some pleasant imagery there, isn't it? I know I loved it. ;D
Thank you for your comment and I'm so glad you liked it! ^^ *glomps*
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Date: 2011-02-09 10:12 am (UTC)I don't think I've ever read slutty!Cho before, and just for that, I'm grateful :) Honestly, the way you wrote her...it feels so canon. And she's fucking diabolical, what with her plan to keep Hermione put, not just for the dub-con scene, but even after she leaves.
Mmm!
Plus there's the lovely, lovely smut. *grins* boyslash AND femslash all in one fic! With the girls watching the boys! It's like, the queerest thing EVER.
*\o/* Go, team Cho! Go team Katarina!
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Date: 2011-02-09 11:20 am (UTC)Agreed!
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Date: 2011-02-09 02:21 pm (UTC)There's stuff for everyone's tastes here, isn't there? Even mentions of het! xD
Thank you once again, and I'm so happy you liked it! *glomps you* ♥
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Date: 2011-02-09 10:59 am (UTC)I loved that it focused on Cho. I loved the way you built up the plot and the tension; Cho bitching in her head about the lack of decent shags, her perving on Hermione - who, we discover, is perving on Harry/Draco hotness! Ngh.
Most of all, I loved your detailed descriptions of everything, Harry and Draco's positions, Hermione's bra, the way her knees are reddened from kneeling...All those things made the scene appear so clearly in my mind. (And such a hot scene it was too. *Ahem*)
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Date: 2011-02-09 02:37 pm (UTC)I was so worried about the build up. I feared it was too slow and people would fall asleep while reading it, so it means a lot to me that it was one of the things you loved! Chain voyeurism is really an awesome kink, isn't it? xD
Th descriptions! I tried to make this visual imagery as detailed as possible, seeing as it's a voyeurism fic, so I'm glad it worked for you and you couls see what was happening in you mind's eye. I felt like adding a bit of fanart sometimes, but then decided it'd be better like this. If people could actually see what was going on just by the descriptions, then I'd have done a good job. :)
I'm so so happy you enjoyed it! Thank you for such an awesome comment! :D *glomp* ♥
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