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order of the phoenix » deathly hallows
plot credit: vioietends
amandla fitzgerald stand alone
cover by lokidyinginside
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PROLOGUE: INTOXICATING DREAMS
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The way Hermione's lips felt on hers was intoxicating. She felt so powerful as she pushed the Gryffindor girl onto her bed, hearing the gasp that left her lips at the sudden force. The girl could see the lust in her eyes, and she felt so powerful knowing that it was because of her – that Hermione wanted her.
She could vaguely see the streaks where her tears used to be because of that foul boy who decided to mess with Hermione's heart. But she was fixing it, so it was alright.
Attaching their lips again, her hands made their way inside the Gryffindor girl's shirt, going to her bra before unlatching it. She threw it to the floor, loving that she got to see Hermione Granger take off her shirt to reveal her chest and glorious breasts. There was barely anything there, they weren't the biggest in the world, small yet beautiful, and the girl loved them.
Hermione moaned as she attached her mouth to one of them, massaging the other one with her hand. She was squirming, and the girl loved it. The Gryffindor girl was powerful, she was in charge and in control of most things, so to see her let someone else take control of her was exhilarating.
"Please," Hermione whimpered, and she couldn't help but smirk. The girl's bottom lip was poking out, as if pouting. She wanted contact, to feel the girl's body on hers, and she complied.
To see Hermione's eyes roll back and body arch to where her head turned back was enough to satisfy. She felt herself smirking even more at the sight, taking of her own top for the Granger girl to see.
She could see the way Hermione eyed her, seeing her dark chest, toned, but unable to get a clear view of her breasts as the bra covered them. Hermione tried to reach up, to unlatch the bra, but the girl quickly caught her hands.
"No," she said sternly, "Not yet."
Hermione pouted, but did nothing else, letting the girl gain control again. She pushed the Gryffindor back down, going to her jeans, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, before tearing them away from Hermione's body. With the jeans gone, it only left the knickers, which her a dark maroon, and she couldn't help but eye them with hunger.
Though, the girl decided not to indulge yet, wanting to see how far she could push Hermione. She brought her lips to Hermione's, the soft skin touching hers, and feel the way the Gryffindor girl tugged at her hair. She moaned, and Hermione took it as a chance to deepen the kiss.
Their tongues missed together, fighting for dominance, but eventually she won. Hermione didn't seem bothered by the fact, though, a little part of her loving the helplessness she felt.
But then, she parted away from Hermione. Her neck...Hermione's beautiful, soft, dull neck had nothing to prove that the encounter had actually happened. Though, she was quick to fix that, attaching her mouth to Hermione's neck and biting down softly, hearing the moan and feeling the sheets move as Hermione squirmed from the action.
She covered Hermione's neck. Her neck, once plain, was then covered with hickeys from her, and she smiled at her work. Hermione looked up at her with expecting eyes, and she knew what the girl wanted by the simple look.
Want.
Finally, she went to comply, unlatching the bra from her own body, letting her breasts finally become free, the nubs hardening from the cold. She inhaled a breath at the feeling, watching Hermione's lustful eyes as she licked her lips.
She leaned down, letting her breasts reach Hermione's face, nodding before letting the girl finally attaching her mouth to the right one. Her head rolled back at the feeling. She had wanted it for so long, and Hermione delivered well.
And as she opened her eyes, she realized that there was no Hermione. Amandla looked around the room of 12 Grimmauld Place, knowing that Hermione was only in the other room, dreaming about something completely different than she had. Amandla heard the snoring of her best friend as she lied back down, realizing that the whole ordeal was just a dream, and that Hermione Granger would never do that to her.
dedicated to hoerny.I hope you enjoyed the slight smut in this
