Chapter Five- Class Dismissed
By darthelwig
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I don’t own them; I just play with them sometimes.
Rated NC-17, of course. This chapter contains Fem-Slash, so if you don’t like it, please don’t read it.
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Ron was angry.
How dare Snape kick him out of that classroom! Just when it was getting good too! Harry was probably already getting banged hard and fast, and here he was- headed to detention with Filch, of all people.
Well, at least his erection would go away. If there was one thing guaranteed to wither him, it was Filch’s sneering face.
He turned a corner and was surprised to see Hermione and Lavender walking further down the corridor. He almost called out to them, but remembered his straining erection at the last second. It was a good thing too. They were acting a little… oddly.
Ron ducked behind a statue just in time. Hermione was looking around; checking for what, he didn’t know. Then the girls ducked into one of the empty classrooms, and he jogged down the hallway to see what they were up to.
He peeked in the partially open classroom door and gasped. Hermione and Lavender were locked in a passionate kiss, tongues dueling. Lavender was pushing Hermione backwards towards the teacher’s desk. He could see one of her hands sliding up his friend’s leg and into her skirt. Soft moans were already reaching his ears.
When they reached the desk, Lavender began undoing Hermione’s buttons, making short work of them. Hermione was soon fully naked and sitting on the edge of the desk. Her legs were spread wide and he could see the glistening pink of her soft folds. She was shaved smooth, and Lavender pulled up a chair, wasting no time in lowering her tongue into that slick heat. Hermione threw her head back and gasped, one hand braced behind her, the other tangled in Lavender’s hair.
He didn’t have to see to be able to imagine Lavender’s tongue flicking lightly over Hermione’s clit before dipping down to her hot core of lust. She would plunge her tongue into that tight hole, fucking her and drinking her juices.
Hermione was rocking her hips now, grinding her cunt into Lavender’s slurping face. Then her entire body shuddered and went rigid. Her hips bucked in one final, frenzied drive as she climaxed. Lavender drank her up greedily.
His friend let that continue for only a moment before gently pushing Lavender backwards. She slid into the girl’s lap and kissed her hungrily, opening her shirt at the same time. Lavender began kissing and licking her way down Hermione’s throat, then clamped her lips around one nipple, forcing a stifled shriek from Hermione’s lips. Hermione’s back arched as Lavender alternately licked and sucked her pointed nubs.
Ron watched Hermione’s hand slide between their hot bodies. Apparently she had found a sensitive spot, as Lavender began to moan, her face pressed tightly against Hermione’s chest and her mouth open. Her eyes were closed and Hermione’s hand was pumping her pussy. The other hand was pinching and caressing Lavender’s now-exposed nipples. Ron watched Hermione alternate between smoothly stroking and feverishly fucking Lavender with her slick fingers.
Lavender’s breathing was becoming labored and she was starting to make little sounds in her throat. She moved her face to Hermione’s nipples once again, lavishing them with attention. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh, and Hermione began fingering herself as she was doing to Lavender. The girls orgasmed together, hips jerking in unison.
Afterwards, Hermione brought the fingers she’d had in Lavender’s pussy to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste them. She slowly sucked them into her mouth, her eyes locked on Lavender. Her fingers were coated in Lavender’s sticky juices. Lavender ran her tongue over Hermione’s other fingers, lapping up the cum that covered them.
Ron’s cock was threatening to erupt, but it wasn’t safe to stay there any longer. He walked away as quickly as he could manage, fighting hard for control. He had to find someplace where he could take care of this before he went to see Filch.
Coming to detention with that man sporting an aching hard-on just wasn’t going to happen.
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