His Lovely Kitten
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, i wish i did
A/N: This is my first time posting! Please don't flame me too much.
There he walked, oblivious to the glare that Hermione was throwing at him, Nonchalantly making his way through The Great Hall. His school years had been happy ones, he and his best friend had a lovely female friend who always accompanied them throughout their endeavors. She was slightly older than he was, and they often thought of each other as loving siblings. At that moment however, the girl was eyeing him intensely, as she struggled to cope with her ever conflicted emotions.
She'd felt slightly awkward about him for avoiding her, how dare he avoid her? How dare he forget about her? They had gone through so much and now he was avoiding her at every turn, and it was slowly killing her. Ron was still recovering from the broken leg he'd sustained during their encounter with Sirius Black a few weeks prior, and with Harry apparently distancing himself from her, she felt hurt and lonely.
What Hermione didn't know, was that Harry himself was starting to feel the stinging hex of adolescence.
He would imagine her touch on his body whenever he went to bed
He would imagine her loving eyes glaring at him through his memories
He would imagine her sweet voice calling his name whenever it was quiet
He wanted her
He finally reached his destination, and focused his thoughts on the impending doom that was upon him. He didn't have time to daydream and fantasize about his lovely kitten, for he had to focus himself on handling the predicament that is Professor Snape's Potions class.
He wasn't succeeding, not even at the slightest
he was torturing himself, feeling distracted and dazed. however, he liked it
In fact, he loved it
He had purposefully avoided her throughout that month, hoping that he would get his sex drive under control, and he was feeling the consequences now.
He was hunting her down as prey and she didn't even know it.
Lunchtime came, and he sighed in relief that Professor Snape's class was finally over. His already brooding mood was made worse when Professor Snape humiliated him in front of the classroom, he wanted to punch the slick greasy git for doing that.
He found himself dozing off in the middle of his seat, unaware that his lovely kitten took a seat next to him.
"Mind if i sit next to you, Mr. The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Avoid-Me?"
Her voice jolted him up off of his seat in surprise
"su-sure why not, yeah just take a seat next to me, no problem" he muttered, drips of sweat running down his forehead and lightly grazing his famous scar.
She giggled, her sweet voice tingling his already hardened member. The sight of her nibbling her butterscotch cookie was too much for him to handle
As she finished her sweet dessert he wondered how something so sweet and delicious could possibly even sweeter, desperate to lick the drip of melted chocolate off her lips
He knew he was absolutely done and he was struggling to regain his composure, not that he had any in the first place, and to make matters even worse for him, she noticed his glare upon her, and lightly tapped his shoulder, asking what was wrong.
He bolted upright, unable to withhold his uncontrollable lust, and made up an excuse to leave.
He paced to the bathroom and quickly unzipped his trousers.
He pleasured himself to her touch, her sweet smile, and achieved freedom just moments later.
He felt like absolute scum for doing it, banged his head on the wall, muttered a cleaning charm and quickly got out.
He hated himself for thinking of her that way, she was like a sister to him, yet he wanted more.
The day was over, and he was eager to get out of Professor Trelawny's class.
he had not understood anything from it, being all dazed and distracted, and the subject of divination itself was very confusing in it's own right.
in his confusion, he unwittingly bumped into the person he least wanted to meet.
"Hey there, uh yeah i'm sorry but i'm in a rush" he muttered out nervously.
"What's the matter?" she asked, noticing his nervous expression, delightfully thinking of ways she could make him submit
"I uhh want to study Potions" he hastily said, relieved at the truth of his statement. Potions were already hard enough without Snape breathing down his neck.
"Don't we have an Ancient Runes essay due this week?" she asked
God, he didn't even realize that they were supposed to translate Advanced Ancient Runes, he panicked once he realized that he didn't understand any word of it.
"Yeah, i do, but i just don't understand it, i always lose focus in class" he muttered.
She giggled, he was still the same Harry that she'd come to know, her always tense and serious Harry.
"If you want, i can tutor you today, if you really need help with the translations." she said valiantly, obviously excited in that opportunity to spend some time with him.
She felt weird, but she reckoned it was nothing.
He muttered the entrance password to the common room, annoyed at the Fat Lady for stalling him with her horrible singing.
"Fortuna Major!" he repeated, looking annoyed at the woman in the painting.
"Fine, come on in" she said, looking irritated
"Right, so let's just uhh study in the common room" he muttered
He put his bag down, and immediately slammed his Ancient Rune Translation handbook on the table by the fireplace, prepared some parchment and quill and sat down.
He felt nervous being in the same room as her, but he focused on the topic at hand, and was determined to not let anything happen.
"So where's the part that needs explaining?" she asked, obviously noticing his tense stature sitting down on his chair
"Uhhh i don't understand this one, about the Demiguise and the Quintaped."
She bent down to take a closer look, her soft chest brushing his hair
His imagination going wild, wondering how her breasts felt without her robes on, before snapping himself back to reality
As she explained, he couldn't help but notice how lovely her eyes were, how inviting her body was, and how graceful her posture was
She was driving him mad with desire, and he hated himself for thinking of her this way
As the impromptu teaching session was brought to a close, she asked him about anything he didn't understand
"Ummmm... oh, i don't think i understand what this means to be honest" he pointed out
She kneeled down to take a closer look at the term, and as she did so, he felt her soft skin brush his own, her scent devouring his sanity, and how her caramel brown locks gracefully fell down to her collarbone
He finally had enough
He couldn't fight it any longer
Driven by pure lust, he grabbed her wrists and dragged her raggedly into the wall.
He could tell how surprised she was, when he felt a slight whimper exiting her lips, instantly jolting his member.
He looked into her warm honey eyes, the eyes that had driven him crazy, felt the softness of her skin on his, going crazy with desire
She let out a soft moan as he claimed her lips in a possessive kiss
He revelled in her soft whimpers, she tasted sweet like vanilla, and it drove him mad, completely overtaken with a need to dominate this girl
She tried to escape, she wanted him to notice her, but this wasn't how she wanted it to be
"Stop, please... PLEASE" she cried out, but he didn't care.
How dare she deny him? How dare she reject him? How dare she invite his lust? He was having none of it.
"Silencio" He uttered, and with a flick of his wand, suddenly she was silenced, as if her her lips were sealed tight.
He nibbled on her lower lip, begging her for entrance, desperate to enjoy everything she had to offer.
He felt her tears streaming down her lovely eyes, and quickly moved to caress her body.
She let out a soft moan as he touched her breasts and in a flash, his tongue quickly swept inside her mouth, their tongues sparring for dominance.
She bit his tongue in retaliation, and in a rage, he dragged her to the couch, and held her wrists tighter, driven with mad desire for more.
She opened her tearful eyes to see his eyes angrily glaring down at her.
She was happy that he finally saw her as a woman, but she was scared of him, his power, his brutal strength. She never realized how strong he was, even though she's seen him accomplish amazing feats.
He tore open her blouse with ease, and soon breathed in the sight.
Her creamy skin glowing in the light, soft at his touch.
Her caramel locks flowing down her shoulders and coming to rest near her chest.
Her tears flowing down her cheeks.
He claimed her lips in another possessive kiss.
He found himself nibbling down her neck, revelling in her scent.
Soon he found his way near her chest.
She tossed around and whimpered, desperate to get away from him, scared of what he was about to do.
He forcefully removed her bra, and took in the sight, before nibbling on her hardened nipples.
She cried in fear, when his hands travelled down her soft skin soon resting on top of her skirt.
He stopped.
"I want you, but not like this" he whispered to her ear.
"Why did you do this to me?" he snarled in anger.
He felt slightly repulsed by his actions, he had hurt Hermione and made her cry.
He had never thought of her this way, and this left him wanting more of the Gryffindor Lioness.
He lied down next to her on the couch, still cradling her in his arms, enjoying her soft, trembling skin.
She cried silently and went weak in his arms, refusing to believe that her best friend could do something like that to her, before falling asleep on his chest from exhaustion.
He eyed his little kitten lustfully, admiring her beauty, how peaceful she looked. He wanted her, and he hated her for making him do this.
He fell asleep, and held her tighter.
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