|Envinyatar (envinyatar15) wrote in envinyatar_fics,|
@ 2007-09-08 20:52:00
|Entry tags:||pairing:hp:gilderoy/hermione, pt:100quills:hp:hermione, pt:15pairings:hp:general|
[Fic] Showing Gratitude (Gilderoy/Hermione, R)
Title: Showing Gratitude
Author: Envinyatar (aka envinyatar15)
Warnings: abuse, dub-con, oral
Word Count: 1,140
Summary: When Hermione enters Gilderoy Lockhart’s room in the Janus Thickey ward of St. Mungo’s, she’s angry.
Notes: For wildkitty27. Um. This is madness *shifty eyes* Also, Gilderoy is sleeping naked. Yes, he is. *nods* Unbeta'd, so beware teh German English. Originally posted here, October 5, 2006.
For 100quills: #26 gift, 15pairings: #6 resentment
When Hermione enters Gilderoy Lockhart’s room in the Janus Thickey ward of St. Mungo’s, she’s angry. Beyond angry, in fact; she’s seething with rage and ready to explode. Getting a Floo call from Ron often has that effect lately, and whenever he tries to tell her they would make a perfect couple, she shouldn’t be that much of a prude and just go to bed with him, she tells him to fuck off, and then she flees and hides in Gilderoy’s room.
She doesn’t understand why Ron doesn’t just give up on her. He should know her by now, he should know she won’t change her opinion just because he wants her to. She secretly thinks it’s his pride that keeps him going, but she doesn’t know for sure. Any way, it’s infuriating how he’s talking to her and acting around her – as if she doesn’t have sense enough to see the truth. But it’s he who is delusional in that aspect, and it’s he who doesn’t see the truth. She doesn’t belong to him, for god’s sake! And she never will. And what does he think that he’s calling her when she’s at work anyhow? Can’t he just wait until she’s back home and won’t risk losing her job?
As she closes the door behind her and turns around to lean against it, she slowly breathes in and out, in and out, in and out. It’s calming her quickly, and after a few seconds only she’s able to focus again.
What she focuses on, though, is shocking her just as much as Ron’s behavior.
Normally, when she comes to Gilderoy – he wants her to call him that – to hide from the problems she’s facing in the real world, he smiles at her with that innocent, naïve smile and looks at her out of these childish, forget-me-not blue eyes. He’ll ask her what is going on, who she is and why she’s so excited, and she’ll talk to him about it. Really, it’s quite nice to have someone who just listens without judging, and Gilderoy forgets what she tells him anyway. That’s the reason why his presence is so soothing to Hermione – he doesn’t expect anything of her. So she’s grown the habit of talking to him; she occasionally feels guilty because she’s using him that way, but she tries to show her gratitude by giving him robes in one of those bright colors he so loves and which he usually wouldn’t get in St. Mungo’s.
But today she isn’t greeted by his smile and his wide eyes. What she lies eyes on is the form of a sleeping Gilderoy with a raging hard-on, and she freezes instantly. She hasn’t seen her former professor as a man for years, and whether she saw him as just that – a man with certain physical needs – when she was in second year is questionable. And now she’s tossed into the cold water and confronted that this wizard, too, indeed has a cock. A functioning cock, that is.
Slowly, quietly Hermione edges nearer to his bed. The picture before her is beckoning her to come closer, and she does. She’s always been the curious kind, and the peace of what is presented to her is entrancing. This happy face of the best-looking man of the wizarding world combined with a body that’s still in shape and the erection that is visible under the covers make for a temptation Hermione can barely resist. It’s been too long, she thinks, and I want this now.
In that moment, she doesn’t think about right and wrong; it’s just her frustration breaking free and making it impossible for her intellect to interfere with what her body is doing. It’s instinct that makes her act the way she does, nothing else. Already she’s kneeling on Gilderoy’s bed, uncovering his stomach and slowly, ever so slowly what she’s been longing for since she was twelve. She licks her lips in anticipation and bends down, first sliding her tongue along his length, then sucking him into her mouth.
Long, silky, not too thick. His cock is perfect, just as perfect as the man. He may have not been perfect when he still had his mind, but now he is – at least to Hermione. There’s nothing at all evil in essence in him anymore, and all he does is to give all day long – now he should receive something in return. Besides, Hermione hasn’t had this utterly delicious feeling of having a hard prick in her mouth and the salty pre-come on her tongue for ages, so she gains something, too. She’s not selfless through this exchange, but still it’s she who gives something, so she supposes it’s okay.
As he fills her mouth, Gilderoy moans; his eyelids flutter. Hermione stills her movements, but still his cock is enveloped by her lips, and when he involuntarily rocks his hips to gain friction – an action so natural that one does not have to be aware of it to do it – he awakes. Their eyes meet over his body, his wide and surprised and innocent, hers fierce and determined and knowing. She thinks he may not be able to take the edge off by himself, seeing he is like a ten-year-old, but this is something she can do for him, and so he doubles her efforts now he’s watching her. He doesn’t disagree with what she’s doing to him, so that’s a good sign; it must feel good for him, then. Gilderoy only ever disagrees with something that hurts him.
His head falls back onto the pillow as she takes up her movements again, and he moans and groans helplessly on the bed as she holds him at the base and continues her work, a work she herself finds very arousing – she’s wet. Hermione wants more, much more than what she’s doing to Gilderoy right now, wants his perfection to enter her, to fill her, to stay in her, but she knows that would be crossing a line she’s not prepared to cross yet. And so instead she keeps up her ministrations, trying to please Gilderoy as much as possible. Soon he’s trashing around, and when she lightly squeezes his sack, he comes, comes so hard, in fact, that he passes out, and Hermione swallows, and swallows, and swallows.
When he’s spent, she draws back to watch him for a second. Rational thought comes rushing back in that instant, but she doesn’t regret what she’s done; no one would ever know about this. Besides, seeing Gilderoy so relaxed, without an attention-seeking erection that sooner or later would have become rather painful since he can’t take care of it himself, as she suspects, is definitely worth it.
She’s happy that finally she’s had the opportunity to show her gratitude for his many freely given gifts.