Notes: In this chapter, I make up some names for a few random characters. Any similarities to anyone, real or fictional, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Just wanted to let you know. Thanks, and enjoy!
A few hours later, Scorpius was walking through the streets of Hogsmeade toward the pub where the party was to be held. Originally this party was intended for only adults, but once word had reached Hogwarts students, there was no stopping it. Scorpius spotted a group of giggling sixth year Ravenclaw girls entering the pub a few feet in front of him, each of them wearing tight mini dresses.
At Scorpius's side was his best friend, Hugo Weasley. People had found it rather odd when Hugo and Scorpius hit it off as friends, but best friends they were. While Scorpius still loved his Slytherin friends, Hugo was his favorite. Unlike his father before him, he didn't hold any prejudice against Gryffindors. Scorpius often wondered what their friendship would turn to if Hugo were to ever find out about his affair with his mother, of all people. Scorpius was careful to watch what he said in front of Hugo. While Hugo was aware of his friend's interest in older females, he was oblivious to the fact that it included his own mother.
"We look silly," Hugo said with a grin, looking down at their clothing: shirtless with tight swim-appropriate shorts and plain shoes. Scorpius had insisted on going shirtless to expose their sexy, Quidditch-toned chests and arms.
"No, we look hot," Scorpius reassured. "Girls love this sort of thing. Besides, people in there will be drunk or getting drunk, they won't give a damn about what we're wearing."
Scorpius held the door open for his friend. "Ladies first."
"Oh, you bastard," Hugo replied jokingly, and he stepped inside, leaving Scorpius to follow him.
Once inside the crowded, music-filled pub, the boy's snagged some drinks and began chatting in a corner of the room, each of them glancing around the room to see who was present. Scorpius tried not to make it obvious that he was looking for someone in particular.
"Ah, Linda Smith is here," Hugo said, eying a pretty brunette wearing a tight silver dress. "I heard Russ Brown chucked her last week. She's probably looking for someone to keep her company..."
"Meh," Scorpius mumbled, shrugging. Linda Smith was a pretty girl, but nothing compared to the woman he had in mind.
"Ooh, and her friend Rachel Lowell is right next to her," Hugo said, nudging Scorpius in the arm and pointing to Rachel Lowell, an attractive raven haired girl wearing a blood red dress. "Whaddya say, Scorpius? How about I snag Linda and you get Rachel? Or we could switch? Doesn't matter to me."
Scorpius laughed at his friend's eagerness and took a swig of his drink. "I'm here to snag a woman for tonight...but neither of them."
"Who, then?" Hugo asked with raised eyebrows. "Please don't say Megan Bell," Hugo said nervously, glancing at the fair haired girl in a baby blue dress across the room, "because I took her upstairs with me last week, and she was so average, mate. Not much of a cocksucker, either."
Scorpius rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Damn it, I'm tired of these girls, mate. I want a bloody woman."
A smile broke out across Hugo's freckled face. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot your whole older woman thing. Let's see...you could go for the new bartender...Christine something, I think her name is. She's twenty-eight, I heard."
"Well, then who – ..." Hugo began, but stopped when an attractive blonde made eye contact with him and began to approach. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked, and her curves were hugged perfectly in a skin tight black dress.
"Hi," she said in a bubbly voice, extending a recently manicured hand to Hugo, "I'm Vera."
"Hugo," he replied, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. "Hugo Weasley."
"I know. You're a really good Quidditch player. I never miss a Gryffindor game. I'm in Hufflepuff."
"Why, thank you," Hugo said, smirking. Scorpius rolled his eyes again at the scene before him.
"Listen," the girl named Vera said, running her hand along Hugo's bare chest. "Why don't you and I...go upstairs. Once we have some privacy you can...educate me on Quidditch."
Hugo glanced at his best friend, who gave him the go-for-it wink, and then turned back to the girl. "I would love to."
The girl named Vera smirked, exposing her pearly white teeth, and dragged Hugo by the arm through the crowd of people, determined not to loose him. Scorpius was now alone, drink still in hand. He smirked lightly to himself. It was amazing how sometimes girls would approach them like that. It didn't surprise Scorpius, though, because he and Hugo were arguably the most attractive young men at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the girls who offered themselves to them would most definitely agree.
Scorpius sighed in relief. Now that he was alone, he could search for Hermione all he wanted without having to hide from his best friend. Abandoning his drink at a nearby table, Scorpius began to swerve through the crowd of dancing and chatting folks. Several girls giggled nervously as he passed, and one of them "accidentally" brushed her hand across his bare chest. After what seemed like forever, Scorpius finally spotted Hermione sitting at the bar.
Cocktail in hand, she was wearing only a black bikini with a cross cheetah print connecting the two parts of the swimsuit together. Everything on her body was highlighted and on display, especially her legs and her breasts. The bikini was having an almost push-up bra effect on her cleavage.
Scorpius felt that his eyes might jump out of the sockets. He was thoroughly shocked that Hermione would be bold enough to wear such an outfit when the majority of the people here were either her students or her workmates. Yet, by the look on her face, she looked completely comfortable and unconcerned. The lust swelled in his chest, and he felt the sudden urge to drag her into the nearest closet or bedroom and fuck her until she couldn't walk.
Smiling at the thought, Scorpius began walking toward her. His mind was already erupting with thoughts of what he wanted to do to this woman, how he would touch her, caress her, and run his hands all over that beautiful figure. Then, he came to an abrupt stop.
It seemed that Hermione was not alone at the bar. When Scorpius looked closer, he saw that she was accompanied by Mica Weathers, a sixth year Slytherin boy. Hermione beamed at the sixth year and twirled a lock of his brown hair around her fingers. Scorpius choked back a gasp. Was she...flirting with him? This sixth year, who was even younger than him?
Jealousy boiled within the young Slytherin as he approached the two in long, angry strides.
"Why, Scorpius," Hermione said once she spotted him, "what a pleasant surprise." She winked at him.
"Hello, Scorpius," Mica Weathers began, extending his hand in a friendly gesture, "I'm in your house, but you probably haven't noticed me. I'm – ..."
"Mica Weathers, I know," Scorpius said in a fake-polite tone, taking the sixth year's hand and shaking it firmly.
Sipping at her drink, Hermione smirked lightly to herself at Scorpius's obvious jealousy. She wondered what lengths he would go to in order to make this sixth year go away.
Her question was soon answered when Scorpius reached a hand up to her hair, where he slowly began caressing it, while still engaging in "friendly" conversation with the sixth year.
"I must say that I admire your Quidditch skills," the sixth year said. His eyes narrowed slightly once he noticed what Scorpius was doing to Hermione.
Scorpius moved Hermione's chestnut brown locks to one side of her face, exposing her neck. Making sure that no one was looking (except the sixth year, of course), Scorpius gently pressed his lips upon her neck. He stuck his tongue out and began tracing random patterns on her creamy skin.
His lips found her ear, where he spoke in a husky whisper, "I would like to continue our activities from earlier, Professor Granger..." He made sure his voice was loud enough for the sixth year to hear and get the message, "You know...when I was eating out your pussy. I think I deserve a little cock sucking, don't I? Then we can fuck until you scream my name."
Mica's face fell with disappointment. Seeing that he was not going to get lucky with his teacher tonight, he sighed and walked away with a nod toward Hermione and Scorpius. The moment he was out of sight, Scorpius exploded with laughter. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe it," Scorpius choked out through a laugh, "You were willing to shag a sixth year! That's even younger than me! Getting a little risky, don't you think?"
Hermione smirked in amusement. "Jealous?"
Scorpius didn't respond, but instead grabbed her hand and dragged her through the crowd of the party. They eventually made their way outside into the cool summer night. The silence was somewhat awkward as Scorpius led her to a special spot tucked behind the pub. Hermione smiled in delight when she saw the beautiful structure they were headed to: a pergola with small pink flowers growing along the sides, two lounge chairs, and a flowery loveseat sofa on which were two red cushions.
"Sit on the sofa," Scorpius said, his voice firm.
Hermione smirked at his demanding tone, and obeyed. Scorpius stood before her, his arousal already showing through the material of his swim shorts.
"Take off my shorts."
Hermione reached up and grasped the sides of his shorts, pulling it down slowly. His now fully erect cock lunged from the restraints of his shorts, nearly slapping against her face in the process. She gasped at his size, for he was undoubtedly the largest male she'd ever been with. His cock bounced slightly in her face. Hermione didn't need any further instruction. Taking his sweet cock in her hand, she brought it to her lips and kissed the tip. Scorpius shivered above her.
"Don't fucking tease me, Hermione."
Finally, she took his size in her experienced mouth and began sucking away. It took a moment to adjust to his size, but once she did, she bobbed her head forward and back on his length with increasing speed, leaving her saliva shining on his shaft.
Scorpius threw his head back in pleasure, his mouth hanging open as he panted wildly. Hermione's warm, wet mouth and tongue were heavenly as they sucked on his cock, along with her soft, delicate hands that were now stroking his shaft and cradling his balls. Her mouth was moving faster by the second. She payed special attention to his head, where precum was soon seeping down her throat. He no longer cared about being dominant, for he knew that after their encounter in the classroom, it was only fair that she had the same pleasure of having him writhe and moan in pleasure above her.
Hermione smiled against his cock as she heard him moan above her. She wanted dominance, to torture him and make him beg. She slowed her mouth movements significantly, causing Scorpius to groan in disapproval. He jerked his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.
Hermione quickened her pace suddenly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each bob of her mouth. Then, she slowed again without any warning.
"Fuck," Scorpius cursed as Hermione moved her mouth along his shaft at an agonizingly slow pace. "Hermione...are you trying to fucking kill me?"
He continued to grunt and groan, growing louder by the second. Hermione knew he was close and decided to stop with the torture. She increased the speed of her mouth movements once more, the desire to taste his cum growing with each lick.
While fondling his balls, Hermione stopped at his head and lightly grazed her teeth across the hardened flesh. The precum was now dripping onto her tongue, where she licked it off eagerly.
Finally, Scorpius screamed in ecstasy and squirted once into her mouth. Hermione continued to suck his cock, and he squirted another two times down her throat, and, as she slurped up his seed gratefully, he squirted a final two times down her willing gullet.
Breathing heavily, Scorpius removed his cock from her mouth and took a moment to recuperate from his orgasm. Hermione looked up at him and smirked, wiping some of the cum from the corners of her mouth and sucking them off her delicate fingers.
Scorpius was ready for round two. Straightening himself up, he grabbed the material of Hermione's swimsuit and spoke to her in a demanding tone, "Take this off."
Hermione was more than happy to obey. She stripped of what little clothing she had on and stood before Scorpius, allowing him to scan her exposed body.
"Stick that beautiful ass of yours in the air."
Hermione turned around, bent over slightly, and perked her arse up in the air. Scorpius took a moment to grasp her firm cheeks before pressing his cock into her pussy from behind. They both gasped in pleasure when Scorpius began pounding in and out of her.
Her walls were tight, wet, and warm around his shaft as he slowly eased his cock in and out of her.
"Oh, fuck," Scorpius said through a groan, "I wanted to do this to you for so fucking long."
"How long?" Hermione said as she panted heavily.
"Since the beginning of my seventh year. You're so beautiful...so sexy...so sassy...fuck, you feel so good!"
"I've always wanted this too," Hermione groaned out, her voice raspy. "Fuck me harder. Faster!"
Scorpius grasped her hips and squeezed the flesh as he continued to pound in and out of her, this time at a much harder and faster pace. Her wet walls squished loudly around his size as he reached around to grab her ample breasts. The sounds of their combined moans and groans of pleasure and skin slapping against skin was near deafening.
Hermione screamed as Scorpius pinched her rosy, erect nipple, sending delightful shivers down her spine. His cock filled her with each thrust, and she coated him with her thick pussy juices. Small beads of sweat formed at their hairlines and, as they continued to move wildly against each other, the sweat slid down their faces and hot bodies.
Scorpius gave her left cheek a slap as he gave a particularly violent thrust into her womanhood. Hermione yelped and smiled as waves of ecstasy pumped through her bare, sweaty body. Scorpius ran his hands through her brown hair, appreciating how silky and smooth it felt beneath his large, rough palm. Neither of them were the least bit concerned about how exposed they were, or how easily someone could catch them in the act.
The lovers were so lost in passion and pleasure that they were oblivious to the fact that someone had caught them in the act, and was now watching them in the shadows. Once the man had seen enough for the moment, he backed away from the scene before him and slumped against the side of the building with a sigh.
"Fucking hell," Ronald Weasley murmured to himself.
Being a professional Qudditch player for the Chudley Cannons had caused Ron to be at away games for the majority of his time. Tonight had been one of the first in months that he had a night off, so he had decided to visit Hogwarts to catch up with his children. His daughter Rose had informed him that Hugo was attending the party at Hogsmeade. After saying goodbye to his daughter, Ron had Disapparated to Hogsmeade and was walking toward the pub when he heard several groans.
When he had seen that the source of the noises were his son's best friend and his ex-wife, he immediately felt a strange mixture of disgust and jealously, for he was still very much in love with Hermione. But, as he stared at the scene a little longer, he began to feel aroused.
He turned his head to look at the scene again. Slowly, he ran his tongue along his lips, trying to ignore the erection growing in his pants. When he had finally seen enough, he shook his head and walked away. He would forget about what he had just seen, and instead enjoy some drinks in the pub and catch up with his son once he could find him.
Scorpius and Hermione continued to make love, neither of them knowing about their secret audience. Hermione thrusted against his pounding cock. Their peaks were not far away.
Finally, after one last drawn out thrust, the two lovers reached their highs and screamed in ecstasy. A satisfying throbbing sensation overwhelmed them as their juices and cum splattered onto their legs and the timber floor beneath them.
Hermione stepped away from Scorpius, moaning softly as she felt his cock slide out of her pussy. She turned to face Scorpius, the sweat glistening on her figure and her breathing heavy. Placing her hands on his bare chest, she pushed him onto the couch and climbed on top of him.
"Scorpius," she said in a deep, seductive whisper. "We've pleasured and fucked each other...now there is only one thing we haven't done."
She slid her arms around his thick neck and pulled his face toward her own. Their lips met in a passionate snog. Scorpius moaned against her soft lips and gently sucked on the bottom one. His tongue flicked across her upper lip, requesting entrance. Hermione immediately responded by opening her mouth and allowing him in. As their tongues swirled around each other erotically, Scorpius slid his slender yet muscular arms around her petite waist.
The snogging continued for another few minutes, and they only broke apart when air became a necessity.
"Hermione," Scorpius said, tilting her chin up so they could lock eyes. "Why don't we continue this somewhere else?"
"Oh," Hermione said with a light giggle, "and where do you suggest we do this?"
"My house," Scorpius answered proudly.
"Your house?" Hermione said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, and by 'my house' I mean the mansion in France that my father purchased for me as my seventeenth birthday present."
Hermione beamed at the young man. "Sounds good to me."
Grabbing their discarded swimwear, the couple held hands and Disapparated. For the rest of the weekend, Scorpius's mansion in France would be their lovemaking spot and, more importantly, the spot where their taboo affair would passionately continue.