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lrthunder82Title: A Cure For Insomnia
Author: LRThunder
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Lavender, Dean/Ginny, Seamus/Parvati/Neville
Word Count: 1,525
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (Harry, Ron, and Neville are 16, Ginny is 15 since it's set during HBP; Lavender and Parvati may be 17 already, and Hermione is definitely 17); exhibitionism, voyeurism
Challenge: Day 13 word prompt: desperation
Author's Note: Definitely the longest response to the challenge yet. I already had this plot in mind, but the prompt allowed me to finally write it.
For the third night in a row, Harry couldn't sleep, and he had his friends to thank. He knew they,were dealing with the stresses of sixth year, and in Ginny's case fifth year, in their own way. But it was starting to prevent him from sleeping. At least Voldemort wasn't trying to enter his head, thank Merlin.
He didn't begrudge their wishes to have sex, but they should know how to perform a Silencing Charm. It was bad enough to see Lavender's breasts or Ginny's backside, but to hear Parvati as both Neville and Seamus fucked her was too much.
Groaning, Harry had enough. It seemed like the only way he was going to get any sleep was to sleep in the common room. At the very least, he would have to sit down there until the others decided to sleep themselves. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed in time to see Seamus thrusting his cock into Parvati's mouth.
He expected to be alone in the common room, but as he entered, he saw someone else was there. He desperately hoped it wasn't either of the Creevey brothers or Cormac McLaggen.
Fortunately, it wasn't. Hermione was sitting on the couch, with a book in her lap and a quill in her hand. Even from this distance, Harry could see writing in the margins of the book. Leave it to Hermione to make notes in a textbook.
She looked up as Harry approached. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"Can't sleep."
Hermione set the book and quill down with a look of alarm. "Is it your scar again?"
Harry shook his head. "I just can't sleep. Do you mind if I join you?"
She scooted to make room for him. "Of course not."
"Thanks."
Hermione looked at him with concern as he sat down. He smiled at her, but as he did so, he noticed her bare legs. His eyes traveled up her nightgown, noticing how thin it was. Maybe his roommates had more of an effect on him than he thought. When Hermione wore her bikini at the Burrow this past summer, he hadn't given it a second thought.
Harry willed himself to look away. He could feel Hermione's eyes on him. Had she noticed him staring at her? If she had, she didn't say anything. Soon, he could hear the scratching of her quill as she made more notes. Thinking it was safe to look, he risked a quick glance.
Hermione's normally bushy hair was in a ponytail at the moment, giving him a clear view of her neck. The collar of her nightgown allowed him to see any cleavage, if she happened to shift position the right way.
She did, and Harry knew his glance risked turning into a stare. Still, Hermione was focused on her work, not caring about the effect she was having on him. She shifted again, and the lower hem of her nightgown moved higher up her legs, showing her thighs. He gulped.
"Harry, please tell me what's wrong," she said.
He cursed under his breath at having been caught. "Nothing. I told you I can't sleep."
Hermione sighed and set her things down. "But you didn't say why. Did you have a nightmare."
Thinking back to his jealousy of Dean and Ginny's relationship, he knew Hermione was more right than she knew. He wondered how much he should say. She was a prefect, and he didn't want to get them into any trouble. But the longer he stayed silent, the more she would press the issue.
"It's the others. They're not allowing me to sleep. Not intentionally," he said, seeing the angry look on her face. "It's just…"
Hermione stared at him before blushing. "You mean they…"
Harry realized what she was about to say. "More than that. They're actually having sex. Dean with Ginny; Neville and Seamus with Parvati; Ron with…"
Hermione's eyes flared with momentary anger. Was it because his roommates were shagging or his mention of Ron and Lavender? Harry suspected both. Her jealousy of Ron's relationship was no less intense than Harry's jealousy of Dean. He wondered what she would do. Would she storm up there and demand the girls to their dormitory, or would she report them to McGonagall in the morning?
As it turned out, neither. "Sounds like my dorm will be empty right now. It's a shame that boys aren't allowed up there," she said lightly, although he could hear the tension in her voice.
"Yeah, a real shame," he agreed.
"And this couch isn't really comfortable. That leaves us with only one option."
Harry blinked. "Us?"
Hermione nodded before leaning towards him. She kissed him, gently at first. Harry's first instinct was to push her away, before his more natural response gave in. She sensed his approval and deepened the kiss.
"What is that option?" he asked in between kisses.
"Shagging on your bed upstairs," Hermione replied. She pulled away, but before Harry could object, she took off her nightgown. He couldn't help staring at her. Ron and Seamus had shown him drawings of naked women, but they didn't compare to real thing.
Hermione smiled as she blushed. "What do you think?"
"You're beautiful," Harry replied, causing her to blush even harder. He meant every word. He suddenly felt the urge to undress and couldn't do fast enough.
Finally, he stood naked in front of her. It was his turn to blush as Hermione gazed admiringly at his cock. She practically pushed him back onto the couch before kneeling in front of him. She gently grabbed his cock, then lowered her head so it was inside his mouth.
Harry groaned as his best friend, his female best friend sucked him. He had wanked many times, often to the fantasies of Cho and Ginny. He had wondered many times what it would be like to have a girl go down on him. Now he knew, and it was wonderful.
Hermione's head continued bobbing back and forth. At this rate, Harry knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough, he came inside her mouth. She didn't mind as she swallowed every last drop.
As desperate as Harry was to fuck her, he knew it wouldn't be fair if he didn't return the favor. Unfortunately, he didn't know the first thing about going down on a girl. So, if his mouth didn't suffice, his fingers would.
He directed her to switch places. Soon, he was kneeling, although his head was closer to hers. They kissed hungrily again as he slowly inserted one, then two fingers inside her. He was awarded with a loud moan.
It took some doing, but they finally managed to establish a good rhythm. Harry would continue fingering her as they kissed. As aroused as he was by her moans, he didn't want to wake up the rest of Gryffindor Tower.
Before long, it was Hermione's turn to come. Her body arched as her orgasm struck. He grinned as he withdrew his fingers. He remained in her arms as they caressed each other.
"Don't think I'm done yet, Harry. I desperately need to make love with you," Hermione said as she stroked his messy black hair.
They stood, gathered their clothes, then marched upstairs. Harry could hear the sounds of sex continue from his dormitory. If anything, they had gotten louder. As they entered, he saw that every couple was now completely exposed. Not even blankets or sheets covered any part of their bodies.
Harry led Hermione to his bed. As he laid down, he brought her along with him. She straddled him, grinning as she prepared to ride him. Then, she lowered herself to his waiting cock.
This time, Hermione could moan as loudly as she wanted. Despite the moans from the other girls, Harry could easily distinguish her voice. At first, he kept his hands on her waist, but she soon grabbed them and placed them in her breasts.
In his brief glances at the other girls, Harry could tell her breasts weren't the biggest. That honor apparently belonged to Lavender. But he didn't care. He loved feeling them as Hermione rose him.
The other couples began to quiet down, soon leaving Harry and Hermione as the only couple going at it. He felt their gazes on him. Parvati seemed jealous, while Ginny looked confused. Lavender, however, giggled while Dean and Seamus urged Harry on. Ron, predictably, had the only scowl.
But neither Harry not Hermione cared. He soon flipped her over to her back, and he started taking charge. He thrust roughly into her, keenly aware he was about to come again. With one last push, he emptied his seed into her, causing her to have a second orgasm as well.
Dean, Seamus and Lavender practically cheered and applauded. Neville and Ginny either shrugged or shook their heads, while Ron's scowl persisted. Harry kissed Hermione one last time as she got out of bed. He watched her wave sarcastically to Lavender and Ron.
Harry doubted he would get any sleep for the rest of the night, but for a far more pleasant reason this time.
Author: LRThunder
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Lavender, Dean/Ginny, Seamus/Parvati/Neville
Word Count: 1,525
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (Harry, Ron, and Neville are 16, Ginny is 15 since it's set during HBP; Lavender and Parvati may be 17 already, and Hermione is definitely 17); exhibitionism, voyeurism
Challenge: Day 13 word prompt: desperation
Author's Note: Definitely the longest response to the challenge yet. I already had this plot in mind, but the prompt allowed me to finally write it.
For the third night in a row, Harry couldn't sleep, and he had his friends to thank. He knew they,were dealing with the stresses of sixth year, and in Ginny's case fifth year, in their own way. But it was starting to prevent him from sleeping. At least Voldemort wasn't trying to enter his head, thank Merlin.
He didn't begrudge their wishes to have sex, but they should know how to perform a Silencing Charm. It was bad enough to see Lavender's breasts or Ginny's backside, but to hear Parvati as both Neville and Seamus fucked her was too much.
Groaning, Harry had enough. It seemed like the only way he was going to get any sleep was to sleep in the common room. At the very least, he would have to sit down there until the others decided to sleep themselves. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed in time to see Seamus thrusting his cock into Parvati's mouth.
He expected to be alone in the common room, but as he entered, he saw someone else was there. He desperately hoped it wasn't either of the Creevey brothers or Cormac McLaggen.
Fortunately, it wasn't. Hermione was sitting on the couch, with a book in her lap and a quill in her hand. Even from this distance, Harry could see writing in the margins of the book. Leave it to Hermione to make notes in a textbook.
She looked up as Harry approached. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"Can't sleep."
Hermione set the book and quill down with a look of alarm. "Is it your scar again?"
Harry shook his head. "I just can't sleep. Do you mind if I join you?"
She scooted to make room for him. "Of course not."
"Thanks."
Hermione looked at him with concern as he sat down. He smiled at her, but as he did so, he noticed her bare legs. His eyes traveled up her nightgown, noticing how thin it was. Maybe his roommates had more of an effect on him than he thought. When Hermione wore her bikini at the Burrow this past summer, he hadn't given it a second thought.
Harry willed himself to look away. He could feel Hermione's eyes on him. Had she noticed him staring at her? If she had, she didn't say anything. Soon, he could hear the scratching of her quill as she made more notes. Thinking it was safe to look, he risked a quick glance.
Hermione's normally bushy hair was in a ponytail at the moment, giving him a clear view of her neck. The collar of her nightgown allowed him to see any cleavage, if she happened to shift position the right way.
She did, and Harry knew his glance risked turning into a stare. Still, Hermione was focused on her work, not caring about the effect she was having on him. She shifted again, and the lower hem of her nightgown moved higher up her legs, showing her thighs. He gulped.
"Harry, please tell me what's wrong," she said.
He cursed under his breath at having been caught. "Nothing. I told you I can't sleep."
Hermione sighed and set her things down. "But you didn't say why. Did you have a nightmare."
Thinking back to his jealousy of Dean and Ginny's relationship, he knew Hermione was more right than she knew. He wondered how much he should say. She was a prefect, and he didn't want to get them into any trouble. But the longer he stayed silent, the more she would press the issue.
"It's the others. They're not allowing me to sleep. Not intentionally," he said, seeing the angry look on her face. "It's just…"
Hermione stared at him before blushing. "You mean they…"
Harry realized what she was about to say. "More than that. They're actually having sex. Dean with Ginny; Neville and Seamus with Parvati; Ron with…"
Hermione's eyes flared with momentary anger. Was it because his roommates were shagging or his mention of Ron and Lavender? Harry suspected both. Her jealousy of Ron's relationship was no less intense than Harry's jealousy of Dean. He wondered what she would do. Would she storm up there and demand the girls to their dormitory, or would she report them to McGonagall in the morning?
As it turned out, neither. "Sounds like my dorm will be empty right now. It's a shame that boys aren't allowed up there," she said lightly, although he could hear the tension in her voice.
"Yeah, a real shame," he agreed.
"And this couch isn't really comfortable. That leaves us with only one option."
Harry blinked. "Us?"
Hermione nodded before leaning towards him. She kissed him, gently at first. Harry's first instinct was to push her away, before his more natural response gave in. She sensed his approval and deepened the kiss.
"What is that option?" he asked in between kisses.
"Shagging on your bed upstairs," Hermione replied. She pulled away, but before Harry could object, she took off her nightgown. He couldn't help staring at her. Ron and Seamus had shown him drawings of naked women, but they didn't compare to real thing.
Hermione smiled as she blushed. "What do you think?"
"You're beautiful," Harry replied, causing her to blush even harder. He meant every word. He suddenly felt the urge to undress and couldn't do fast enough.
Finally, he stood naked in front of her. It was his turn to blush as Hermione gazed admiringly at his cock. She practically pushed him back onto the couch before kneeling in front of him. She gently grabbed his cock, then lowered her head so it was inside his mouth.
Harry groaned as his best friend, his female best friend sucked him. He had wanked many times, often to the fantasies of Cho and Ginny. He had wondered many times what it would be like to have a girl go down on him. Now he knew, and it was wonderful.
Hermione's head continued bobbing back and forth. At this rate, Harry knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough, he came inside her mouth. She didn't mind as she swallowed every last drop.
As desperate as Harry was to fuck her, he knew it wouldn't be fair if he didn't return the favor. Unfortunately, he didn't know the first thing about going down on a girl. So, if his mouth didn't suffice, his fingers would.
He directed her to switch places. Soon, he was kneeling, although his head was closer to hers. They kissed hungrily again as he slowly inserted one, then two fingers inside her. He was awarded with a loud moan.
It took some doing, but they finally managed to establish a good rhythm. Harry would continue fingering her as they kissed. As aroused as he was by her moans, he didn't want to wake up the rest of Gryffindor Tower.
Before long, it was Hermione's turn to come. Her body arched as her orgasm struck. He grinned as he withdrew his fingers. He remained in her arms as they caressed each other.
"Don't think I'm done yet, Harry. I desperately need to make love with you," Hermione said as she stroked his messy black hair.
They stood, gathered their clothes, then marched upstairs. Harry could hear the sounds of sex continue from his dormitory. If anything, they had gotten louder. As they entered, he saw that every couple was now completely exposed. Not even blankets or sheets covered any part of their bodies.
Harry led Hermione to his bed. As he laid down, he brought her along with him. She straddled him, grinning as she prepared to ride him. Then, she lowered herself to his waiting cock.
This time, Hermione could moan as loudly as she wanted. Despite the moans from the other girls, Harry could easily distinguish her voice. At first, he kept his hands on her waist, but she soon grabbed them and placed them in her breasts.
In his brief glances at the other girls, Harry could tell her breasts weren't the biggest. That honor apparently belonged to Lavender. But he didn't care. He loved feeling them as Hermione rose him.
The other couples began to quiet down, soon leaving Harry and Hermione as the only couple going at it. He felt their gazes on him. Parvati seemed jealous, while Ginny looked confused. Lavender, however, giggled while Dean and Seamus urged Harry on. Ron, predictably, had the only scowl.
But neither Harry not Hermione cared. He soon flipped her over to her back, and he started taking charge. He thrust roughly into her, keenly aware he was about to come again. With one last push, he emptied his seed into her, causing her to have a second orgasm as well.
Dean, Seamus and Lavender practically cheered and applauded. Neville and Ginny either shrugged or shook their heads, while Ron's scowl persisted. Harry kissed Hermione one last time as she got out of bed. He watched her wave sarcastically to Lavender and Ron.
Harry doubted he would get any sleep for the rest of the night, but for a far more pleasant reason this time.
