AN: This is just porn. Yep. That's it. If you're looking for any character/story development, you will not find it here. So, if you're more interested in that, you should probably just skip over this one. For the other perverts out there: enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Okay, now hear me out on this one guys, what if-and this is just a suggestion-but what if we use guns to fight the Death Eaters? They're fairly simple to learn, everyone's already got a bit of accuracy training from casting spells, and there's no reason not to believe they'd be more effective. Plus, the sixth book would have been sooooo much more interesting if this little exchange took place:

DUMBLEDORE: Now, Harry, you must raise the weapon like so, with the barrel pointed towards your enemy. Ensure that the gun is loaded and that a round is chambered and ready to fire. Turn your hand sideways, for that is a "kill-shot", I have been told. Finally, enunciate...CAPIMUS ASSIMUS!

Chapter 18: PWP Interlude

Hermione knew many things about the magical world. After all, you couldn't be considered the brains of the Golden Trio if you couldn't even tell one end of your wand from the other. She also knew quite a bit about Veelas, moreso now that she was dating one. She knew that their powers were deeply rooted in emotion, especially in feelings of love and lust. She knew that their hair made excellent wand cores for people who didn't mind a more tempermental wand. She knew that Veelas avoided water religiously, as it was one of their few weaknesses.

She also knew that they were the most evil creatures to walk the face of the Earth.

The brunette whimpered helplessly as she squirmed against her bindings, determined to either wriggle herself free or get enough friction from the pillows to cum; whichever happened first. Her first instinct had been to summon her wand, but when she looked around and realized that it was missing, she had quickly figured that it was currently in the hands of her tormenter...er, lover.

She knew intellectually that she could probably figure a way out of the ropes, but she had to admit to herself that she really didn't want to get free. Even now, with her limbs tied down and her ass in the air, she still trusted Fleur not to hurt her. Well, not to hurt her too badly, at least. More importantly, she trusted the blonde to give her a release that would make all of this teasing worth it.

Oh dear Merlin, this orgasm had better be worth it... Hermione thought a little darkly as she tugged a bit more at the ropes. Admitting defeat had never been the bookworm's strong point...

Fleur, meanwhile, was standing in the doorway trying not to burst into giggles. The sight of Hermione Granger, war hero, bookworm warrior, the killer of Death Eaters, and all-around witch extraordinare squirming about while whimpering pathetically was just too funny. If she were a more devious woman, she probably would have taken pictures. Of course, she would never do that to Hermione. She valued her trust too much. She was, however, determined to wait out the struggling until the muggleborn finally relaxed into her captivity.

Fleur just hoped that Hermione gave in soon, it had already been thirty minutes and the Veela was getting impatient.

Hermione groaned in frustration, her binds never wavering and, if anything, seeming to tighten the more she struggled. If she'd been more focused on her surroundings, she might have heard Fleur softly whispering incantations on the ropes as they occasionally loosened to keep the struggling woman bound. Finally, Hermione gave up, realizing that the Veela was likely a capable mistress and probably knew binding spells that Hermione had never been able to find in her time in the Hogwarts library. Defeated, the brunette collapsed against the pillows, her body relaxed in total submission.

SWAP!

Hermione's head jerked up and she cried out in surprise and pain as something smacked against her bottom, leaving a small impact point but radiating waves of pain and heat.

SWAP!

The brunette bit her lip hard as another smack rained down. She didn't know what tool the Veela was wielding, but it fucking HURT!

SWAP!

"It's about time you gave up." Came the melodious voice of her lover. Though, her voice seemed to have an impatient edge to it. "I was about to give up waiting and just beat you into submission."

SWAP!

Fleur's words made Hermione whimper with need, unable to help how much she loved that thought. They also made her realize something: she'd been left alone as a test. The blonde wanted to see how long it would take for the muggleborn to submit to her. She blushed, realizing that her mistress had played her like a fiddle, knowing that she would try to squirm free if left alone.

SWAP!

"Although, I may just have to do it anyway." Fleur muttered thoughtfully, making her little pet moan with need. "I thought you were willing to submit, but perhaps you need to be...encouraged."

SWAP!

"Oh God, mistress..." Hermione moaned into the bedsheets, unconsciously raising her bottom.

SWAP!

"Or, maybe you like being punished?" Fleur wondered out loud, rubbing the flat tool against the brunette's bottom. "Do you like having me spank you, little pet? Do you like the pain?"

SWAP!

"Ahhhh, yes mistress!" Hermione responded, her hips starting to jerk with every slap. "I love it when you punish me!"

SWAP!

Fleur smirked at Hermione's squirming form, her moans of pain and pleasure music to her ears. She paused and grabbed the brunette by her hair and tugged her head back, her blue eyes drinking in the muggleborn's panting form. Hermione's eyes were shut tight as she fought to calm her raging libido.

"Consider this your check in." The blonde whispered into her lover's ear.

"Green." Came the surprisingly strong reply. It seemed the brunette had a little more strength in her, yet.

"Open your eyes, kitten." Fleur ordered. Brown eyes fluttered open, gazing at the Veela with a lust-filled expression. "Good girl. Now, open wide."

Hermione's eyes filled with confusion, but she opened her mouth anyway. The french witch raised her other hand, revealing that she'd been using a wooden spoon. She placed the spoon handle into her mouth, prompting the muggleborn to hold it in her clenched teeth. Her right hand now empty, she started rubbing Hermione's warm bottom.

"Don't drop that spoon, kitten. If you do..." Slender fingers dug into the inflamed skin, drawing a hiss from the bound woman. "...I'll have to spank you more."

Hermione's gaze became conflicted. On one hand, the order made her want to obey. On the other, she couldn't help but want to be spanked more. She began to wonder if Fleur gave her that command because she thought it would be hard to follow, or because she wanted to make the muggleborn war with herself. Luckily, Fleur seemed to sense her uncertainty.

"Don't worry, little pet, your spanking isn't over yet." The blonde promised, resuming her rubbing. "But if you drop that spoon, I'll spank you until you're begging for me to stop." Hermione whimpered, but nodded in understanding.

Fleur's hand moved downward, never ceasing its rubbing. She slowly stroked the flat of her hand along Hermione's outer lips, teasing her mercilessly. She began to circle the muggleborn's lips with one finger, her smirk widening at the way the younger woman trembled beneath her. She slipped the tip of her finger in, holding it perfectly still, even as Hermione squirmed to try and get some stimulation.

"I won't give you what you want until you give me what I want." Fleur growled against the brunette's ear. Hermione stopped squirming and relaxed as best she could, causing the Veela to nod in approval. "Good girl."

As slender hands roamed over her body, Hermione allowed her head to drop forward and her eyes to flutter closed. She was learning that Fleur preferred a sub that was willing to completely surrender to her, and Hermione had decided that she certainly didn't mind laying back and letting someone else do the work. As the Veela's hand started to massage her stinging bottom, the younger woman felt herself zoning out a bit, allowing her mind to surrender to the pleasure and pain.

Fleur smiled as she watched the remaining tension melt from Hermione's shoulders. The blonde climbed onto the bed, resting on her knees behind her captive lover and continuing to run her hands along the muggleborn's smooth skin.

"You love this, don't you?" Fleur taunted, noting that her lover seemed to like a bit of verbal humiliation. "Tied down, helpless, unable to resist me." She felt the body beneath her shiver in pleasure at her words. "You love being at my mercy."

Hermione nodded, careful to keep the spoon in her teeth as one of the blonde's hands drifted lower. She groaned into the pillows as a slender finger began to probe at her pussy.

"Mmmmm, you're so wet." Fleur whispered into the back of her neck, causing gooseflesh to rise. "Are you this wet from your spanking, little pet?" A smirk stretched across the Veela's face as her lover nodded frantically, desperate for more. "You're such a little pain slut. All I have to do is smack your ass a bit, and you just writhe around like a horny little bitch."

Hermione moaned around the spoon as Fleur adjusted her position, causing her pajama-clad leg to rub against the brunette's wet pussy. Her breathing came more harshly through her clenched teeth as she struggled not to rub herself against her mistress's leg. Her blood began to roar in her ears, drowning out Fleur's amused laugh. The brunette trembled as she grabbed the ropes around her wrists in a white-knuckled grip.

"Good girl." Fleur praised, finally taking pity on the woman beneath her. "I see you're finally learning." Slowly, she started to rub her leg up and down along Hermione's pussy, feeling the juices soak her pant leg. "You'll soon learn that good behavior gets rewarded in this house."

Hermione was slowly accepting the fact that she was likely going to be tortured into insanity. The friction was welcome, but the slow pace ensured that she wouldn't be finding relief any time soon. Even worse, she knew that if she started grinding without permission, Fleur would punish her for it. One would think that after having Ronald Weasley as a friend, Hermione would have an endless supply of patience. However, there was a vast difference between patiently explaining over and over again how a telephone works, and holding still while a gorgeous Veela is trying successfully to tease you into a whimpering horny mess.

One hand suddenly tangled itself in her bushy hair, pulling her head back up while another appeared just below her field of vision.

"Drop it." Fleur commanded. The spoon immediately fell from Hermione's mouth into the other woman's waiting hand. The other hand roughly pushed her face back into the pillow, and she felt the taller woman adjust her position on the bed. The bound woman tensed a bit, prepping for what was about to happen.

"Good girl." Fleur praised, her hand leaving Hermione's hair.

The pillow muffled her yelps as blows rained down from Fleur's spoon. Hermione's breaths came in harsh pants as she tried to acclimate to the much harder spanking than she'd first received at Grimmauld. The spoon had a much smaller point of impact than the Veela's hand, which meant that the sting it caused was more concentrated. The effect left the muggleborn feeling like small red spots were dotting her bottom in a splotchy pattern, as opposed to the single red area that radiated warmth across her entire bottom that came from the hand spanking. Fleur also made sure to keep her on her toes, varying the pattern and strength of her blows. Finally, when Hermione thought she couldn't take any more, the smacks stopped.

Hermione panted heavily into the pillow, trying to get her breath back as Fleur's surprisingly cool hands roamed over her hot bottom. As the blood pounding in her ears began to subside, the brunette realized that her whole body had remained tightly coiled during the spanking, and was currently trembling from the effort of remaining so tense for so long. With a groan of relief, she relaxed her muscles, allowing her boddy to sink farther into the pillows beneath her. Thankfully, Fleur didn't chastise her, apparently preferring her little pet to be relaxed for what wa to come.

As her hands continued to explore Hermione's bottom, Fleur leaned down to nibble on her ear, causing the woman beneath her to shiver in delight. Her ears were so sensitive.

"Mmmm, checking in." Fleur whispered. She realized that she was probably doing too many check-ins for Hermione to truly relax and enjoy the scenario, but this was the farthest into kink that they'd gotten before, and the Veela was determined to make sure that her kitten didn't feel pressured or uncomfortable for any of it.

"I...green..." Hermione panted. Fleur immediately paused in her ministrations. She got off the bed and knelt in the muggleborn's field of vision, looking into her chocolate eyes, which were bright with unshed tears.

"Hermione, the point of these check-ins is for me to know your limits." Fleur kept her voice gentle, careful not to sound accusing or angry. "When we're playing, you can tell me any lie that you want to make the scenario enjoyable for both of us, but when I give you a check-in, I need you to be completely honest with me. Please don't lie to me about that again, or I will stop the scenario. Understand?" Hermione blushed and nodded in submission. "Good girl. Now, this is your check-in."

"Yellow." Hermione admitted, lowering her face into the pillow. Fleur kissed the muggleborn's head in praise and gently stroked her bushy hair, which clung to her head and neck from her sweat.

"You need a minute, sweetheart?" Fleur clarified, getting a nod from Hermione in response. "Did I hurt you?" Despite her experience topping, Fleur couldn't keep the concern out of her voice. She was too concerned with Hermione's happiness not to care if she'd hurt her, even accidentally.

"No!" Hermione's head jerked up in alarm, revealing that a few tears had leaked out. "Oh, no, baby! You didn't hurt me! I just need a minute to get my breath back." She hurriedly assured, not wanting Fleur to think that she'd actually harmed her. The Veela seemed to deflate in relief at her lover's words. "I've, um, never been...been spanked that hard, before." Hermione's blush returned with a vengeance at her admission.

"Was it too much?" Fleur asked, her mistress persona falling away as she gently probed for more information.

"No, not really. It was just a bit unexpected. And intense." Hermione explained. "I think the surprise of it affected me more than anything else. I mean, I knew you were going to do it. I guess I just didn't realize how long you were going to spank me for."

"I see." Fleur nodded, logging the information away. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I should have given you more warning."

"It's fine baby, it really doesn't hurt that much." The brunette admitted. "Just...can I have a bit more warning next time you plan to use the spoon like that?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Fleur promised, secretly pleased that her pet wanted there to be a 'next time'. By now, the flush had faded a bit from Hermione's skin, and her eyes had dried. "Do you want to continue?"

"Oh, yes! Definitely!" Hermione nodded enthusiastically, her centre aching for some attention. "Can I have some water, first, please?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Fleur said, standing to her feet. "Will you be okay like this while I go fetch some?"

"Yes, mistress." Came the sweet reply, a smile tugging at the corner of Hermione's lips. Fleur couldn't resist grabbing another kiss. The younger woman was just too adorable for her own good.

"Be right back, baby." The Veela promised before gliding out the door to the kitchen. She knew she could have just summoned a glass and cast a water spell, but Fleur wanted to give Hermione a few minutes alone to compose herself before they started up again. She hurried back, though, not wanting to leave the muggleborn by herself for too long.

She quickly conjured a straw for the ice cold water, which the other woman sipped through gratefully. When she was certain Hermione'd had her fill, Fleur placed the glass on the nightstand and opened the drawer, grabbing the strap-on. She smirked at Hermione's look of desire as she spotted the toy in the blonde's hand.

"Do you want me to use this on you, pet?" Fleur asked, lightly tracing Hermione's cheek with her fingers.

"Yes, mistress." Hermione replied, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed her girlfriend's touch. The ache in her bottom had dulled to a pleasant warmth, with only a hint of the sting from before. It was almost as if the pain had soaked deeper into her skin, causing a pleasant if needing ache deep within her. Somehow, Hermione knew that Fleur's strap-on was the only thing that could ease the ache.

Fleur slipped out of her clothing swiftly, not wanting to tease anymore. As she slipped the toy on, the blonde realized that she had never been so impatient about sex before. One thing that her time in BDSM had taught her was that the anticipation was one of the best parts, and her favorite thing to do was to let the tension build until her subs couldn't take it anymore. In her experience, the longer she waited to enter a lover, the more satisfying the orgasm.

Hermione was altogether entirely different from any sub she'd ever had. She obeyed, but still found subtle ways to challenge her authority. Never to the point where Fleur felt threatened, but just enough to give her an excuse to assert her dominance. She was patient and willing to try new things, but as their exchange had proven, she could be surprisingly honest and informative when given the right push.

Fleur hadn't had many submissives before Hermione, but she'd had enough to know what she was looking for. Up until now, her previous lovers had either been too obedient, or too unruly. Hermione seemed to have a good balance of obedience with a healthy streak of defiance. The Veela was grateful to have found Hermione's kinky side, as she was quickly coming to realize that the brunette seemed to almost be made for her. She silently thanked her lucky stars that she'd decided to risk pursuing the muggleborn.

Fleur was torn from her thoughts by her pet's low moan, and realized that she'd become a bit lost in her thoughts and had started to run her hand along the toy absentmindedly, causing small jolts of pleasure to radiate from her groin. Blue eyes looked down at chocolate ones, and Fleur had to bite back her own moan as she saw the hungry look in Hermione's darkened orbs. The Veela smirked, deciding that she could be patient for a bit longer. After all, she probably owed it to Hermione for their rough and fast first time.

"Mmmmm, you want this, don't you?" Fleur taunted, her stroking becoming more focused and her thumb occasionally swiping slowly over the tip. "You want me to fuck your sweet little chatte until you cum around my bitte?"

"Ohhh...Yes mistress." Hermione groaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Fleur wanking in front of her.

Fleur stepped a bit closer, the toy inches from Hermione's face. "Open your mouth." She ordered, unable to resist the urge to feel the brunette's mouth on her.

Hermione blushed. "I...I've never..."

Fleur's smirk only widened. "Looks like I finally get to teach the little know-it-all something, after all."

Hermione squeaked softly at the teasing tone Fleur's voice had taken on, the embarrassment somehow making her pussy even wetter. Shyly, the brunette opened her mouth, leaning forward a bit as Fleur gently slipped the dildo in.

The younger woman may have never sucked cock before, but she had great insticts. Instead of trying to bob up and down, which would have strained her neck, Hermione focused on holding Fleur inside of her and using her hot tongue to caress the toy. Occasionally, she very gently scraped her teeth along the shaft, causing the older woman to groan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. She was awkward and hesitant, but Fleur didn't doubt that Hermione would soon excell in this skill just as she did in everything else she set out to learn.

"Mmmm, for a beginner, you're not too bad at this, pet." Fleur complimented, encouraging Hermione try taking a bit more of her into her mouth. Slender fingers threaded into the muggleborn's hair, helping Fleur steady herself so that she didn't push too far too fast. "You're a natural cocksucker, my little slut."

Hermione moaned around the dildo, causing Fleur to suck air in harshly through her teeth and grip the other woman's hair tightly. The Veela clenched her eyes shut and focused on her breathing, somehow managing to resist the urge to just shove her cock down Hermione's throat and face-fuck the woman until she came. As enticing as that thought was, Fleur knew the muggleborn wasn't ready for that, just yet.

Unfortunately for Fleur's sanity, Hermione noticed the effect her moan had caused, and started to hum against the toy as she kept stroking it with her tongue. The French witch groaned loudly into the room before reluctantly pulling herself out of the younger woman's mouth. Hermione groaned a bit in disappointment, but knew not to protest.

"As much as I'm sure you'd love for me to cum in your naughty mouth," Fleur commented, causing another groan to escape Hermione's lips, "I'd rather cum in that delectable pussy of yours, right now."

Hermione panted in excitement as Fleur climbed back onto the bed, sitting back a bit to let her eyes drink in the sight of her red bottom high in the air. The Veela could feel the anticipation rolling off of her little pet in waves, causing the bound woman to tremble a bit. On a rare impulse, Fleur quickly flicked her wand, releasing Hermione from her bindings.

"Don't you dare touch yourself." Fleur commanded, causing the other woman's hands to immediately still. She lightly dug her nails into Hermione's back, trailing her way down the brunette's back and bottom and leaving behind light marks. Hermione hissed in pleasure, loving the slight pain. "Roll over and grind your bottom into the pillows. I want you to feel your spanking while I fuck you."

"Yes, mistress." Hermione panted as she quickly flipped over, grimacing a bit as her sore bottom rubbed against the pillows. She forced herself to grind, her body quickly acclimating to the returning sting. Fleur's hands slipped beneath her knees, raising them to the muggleborn's chest and opening her up to her heated gaze. Hermione hissed as the cool air of the bedroom hit her sensitive pussy.

"Beg me to fuck you." Fleur growled, lightly rubbing the shaft of the dildo along Hermione's pussy lips. "I want to hear you beg for my cock."

"Oh God, mistress, please fuck me!" Hermione moaned loudly, grateful that they were finally out of the Order's crowded headquarters. "Please, mistress, shove your cock into me and make me cum for you!"

Fleur's eyes fluttered closed, Hermione's words a powerful aphrodisiac. She had intended to make the brunette beg a bit more, but her resolve crumbled at the pleading look on her little pet's face. As she roughly pushed into her pet's soaked pussy, the blonde realized two things: the woman beneath her had her wrapped around her little finger, and she didn't mind it at all.

"Ohhhhhhh, mistress!" Hermione howled, her hands tangling in the older woman's blonde tresses. "More! Please, mistress, more!"

Fleur grabbed the brunette's wrists and pinned them roughly to the bed, desperate to regain some control over the situation. Fortunately, Hermione only moaned louder at the rough treatment, clearly enjoying being helpless beneath the blonde currently jackhammering into her.

"Fuck! Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuck! So...so good...ohhhhhh..." Hermione moaned, her words slowly devolving into nonsensical babbling. Fleur seemed absolutely determined to fuck her brains out, and she was succeeding.

"Mmmm, that's it, pet, scream for me. Let me hear how much you love this." Fleur growled, feeling her orgasm edge closer and closer with every thrust.

"Ohhh, God! Love this...love you...oh, mistresssssssss..." Hermione hissed, writhing helplessly beneath the blonde's weight. Fleur groaned at the sight and leaned down, licking and sucking on the muggleborn's neck, making the skin beneath her lips more sensitive. "Oh my God, mistress, please! Please, can I cum?"

Fleur smirked into Hermione's neck, loving that she thought to ask for permission. "Come for me, slut, come hard for me."

Fleur watched Hermione carefully as her pants and moans grew louder and more frequent, wanting to get her timing just right. All the while she pounded away at the brunette's pussy, determined to leave her sore and sated. Finally, Hermione sucked in a deep breath and tensed up, her orgasm beginning to wash over her. Fleur bit down on her neck at the same time, sucking harshly to ensure that a mark would be left.

"Ohhhhh, FUCK! FLEUR!" Hermione screamed herself hoarse as she came hard, her release soaking the dildo and dripping onto the pillows beneath her. Fleur groaned into her neck as she came, unable to resist her pet's pussy clenching and quivering around her cock. Sated and sweaty, the blonde collapsed into the younger woman, the both of them panting into each other's ears.

"Love you..." Fleur panted, occasionally kissing whatever skin she could reach. "Love you...so much..."

A tired smile stretched Hermione's lips as her now free hands wrapped around the other woman. "I love you, too."

Hermione kissed Fleur's cheek sweetly. "My mistress."