Hermione Granger was sitting in the Gryffindor common room quietly minding her own business reading a book when her second best friend, one Harry Potter sat down next to her with a thud and an audible ooff! He then proceeded to wriggle around annoyingly, stick his bottom lip out and cross his arms. Hermione, being a sensible girl and half way through a chapter proceeded to ignore him and continued on with the adventures of Peonie Powers: Girl Auror. A minute later, Harry got back up and proceeded to flop back down again with a louder ooff and started the wiggling again.
Hermione sighed, looked up from her book to see the entire of the common room watching her and Harry - the bloody cowards - and took the plunge.
“Ok, have it out, what’s the matter?” - A question to which she hoped the answer to was nothing and then she could get on with her book because Peonie Powers was just in the middle of infiltrating the gang of magical carpet dealers and her partner-cum-love interest Dresden Danger was looking very dodgy right now. Unfortunately her request was to be denied.
“Well,” Harry began, “Its about me and Draco. I’m worried.”
“Worried about what?” She prompted whilst eying the next line of her book.
“That he’ll get bored of me?”
“What are you talking about?” She said, putting her book down with resignation, “Draco adores you, I doubt that he’ll get bored.
“Yeah but ‘Moine, Draco is a Slytherin and Slytherins are all sex deviants - just look at Zabini! And all Draco and I have been doing is snuggling and kissing, with the occasional pouncing of course - “
“There’s nothing like a bit of Gryffindor pouncing action mate,” butted in Ron from across the room, “S’what we’re famous for. Pouncing into danger, pouncing into idiotic situations, pouncing into bed - like lions mate, pouncing lions.”
Hermione gave him a stern look, “That is quite enough Ronald.”
Ron looked suitably abashed, but gave a cough which sounded a bit like pouncing.
“Harry, have you and Draco had sex yet?” Queried Seamus.
“Oh yes, of course.” Harry beamed.
“Then what’s the problem then?”
“Well it was all lovey dovey sex with cuddling and affection and well! Draco is a Slytherin! What if he gets bored? Or doesn’t like the cuddling? What if he thinks its too vanilla?” Harry said anguished, “I’m too boring for him!”
At this Hermione exclaimed: “Nonsense!” Ron: “Vanilla?”
And Seamus: “ I’ll help you mate.” - Which predictably, being the longest sentence was the one Harry heard.
Hermione sighed yet again and turned back to her book. No good could come of this, but boys being boys there would be no point in her intervening until the whole mess was over. She may even go and warn Pansy, but then again she thought as she rejoined Peonie casting spells to break into the locked warehouse, maybe later.
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Harry’s education began the next day. His first lesson in Slytherin shagging began with a book being waved in his face.
“This book taught me everything I know, it is my bible.” Seamus pronounced in haughty tones.
“Really?”
“No, but it’s a cracking read and it might give you some good pointers. So get reading grasshopper.”
Which is how Hermione came to find him curled up by the fire that evening utterly engrossed in Mistress Bitch: Diary of a Dominatrix.
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Draco’s day had been one giant disappointment after another. First he had gotten up far too later to do his proper morning routine and so had to deal with substandard hair all day, second the copy of The Highwayman’s daughter and the Sea Captain still hadn’t been returned back to the library so he couldn’t read it and thirdly, and most importantly, he hadn’t seen Harry all day.
He walked into his common room, nodded to Pansy and Blaise and then went to his room and encountered the most strange and bizarre thing.
Harry, his boyfriend, was strangely trussed up in some shiny black thong, black high heels, black mask and holding a wicked looking whip in one hand and a set of handcuffs in the other.
“YOU!” Harry bellowed, “SLUT, COME HERE AND LICK MY SHOES!”
Draco promptly turned tail and marched out.
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Hermione had just got to the part where Peonie had just been captured when she ended up with a lap full of Potter. A lap full of semi-naked Potter that is. Hermoine had never wanted to see her best friend in a thong, but like most things people don’t want, she grudgingly had to deal with it.
“I take it Mistress Bitch didn’t go down well?” She asked sympathetically whilst stroking his hair and receiving a muffled no in return. “Here, Seamus left you another book.”
Harry looked up from her lap and took the next one warily;
“The Art of Role Play.” He read out-loud and settled down to read the rest.
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After yesterdays strange performance, in which he was inclined to think Harry had been taken over by some sort of dark forces, Draco was determined to forget all about it and focus on his potions assignment. He spent five minutes talking to Pansy and then went to his room to collect his books. He opened his door, took one look and then ran off screaming.
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Harry matched through the common room and reclaimed his position on Hermione’s lap.
“What did you dress up as?” She asked.
Harry lifted up his head, “well I thought we’d do the prisoner and the captor one, but seeing as it was a muggle book I decided to translate it into Wizard custom and....and it didn’t go down so well.”
“Harry? Harry honey, did you dress up as a Dementor?”
He nodded sadly. “But I ran into Seamus on the way back and he’s given me another book.”
Hermione looked at the new book.
“Jamie Oliver’s cookbook?” She asked confused.
“Yeah, apparently I cover him in food and lick it off. S’ment to be sexy.”
Hermione considered this one, there was no way Harry could fuck it up, could he?
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Draco was in the middle of a spectacular blowjob, having come into his room ten minutes earlier weary and edgy to be pounced upon by Potter. He had just about forgiven Harry’s earlier eccentricities in the bedroom department due to the talent in which he was currently swirling his tongue up and down his cock when suddenly the exquisite sensation stopped and was replaced with a thump of something lukewarm and stodgy being smeared into his stomach.
“Potter? What the fuck?” He lifted his head to see Harry with his hands white with the remains of the mash which was currently on his stomach just about to pour some gravy on him.
Really there was only one response to this: “Gaah!” Which was made whilst retreating to his private bathroom leaving a confused Harry.
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Harry returned to his common room still licking the mash from his fingers and picked up another book left for him. Hermione watched him sadly as he took From Steve to Eve - A Study in Cross Dressing upstairs with him. Enough was enough!
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Harry’s new plan was being put into motion. He sat in the boys dormitory with the clothes that he had pinched from Hermione and Ginny and was currently slipping the school skirt on when the door swung open. Harry yelped, stumbled and fell over as Draco advanced towards him.
“Potter you utter pillock! How on earth would you think I would get bored of you, with the snuggling and the kissing and the pouncing! Especially the pouncing!”
Harry picked himself off the floor blushing. His hair was currently in two uneven messy pigtails, his chest bare and the skirt he had previously been wrestling with was the only garment he was currently wearing. Embarrassment didn’t even cover it. He looked down at the floor trying to think of something to say.
“But fuck me Potter,” continued Draco, “right now I could pounce on you.”
Harry looked up and grinned.
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And downstairs Hermione Granger sat there with a small smile on her lips and was determined to finish that damn book, for she had already amassed a backlog of possible reading material.