I know I said I would keep myself from FF for a few months now but after rewatching HP #7 with a friend, I just couldn't help myself. I'm sure that many people may have thought of this already and may have written this but I wanted to try it out myself. By the way, I'm in need of a beta. Preferably knowledgeable on the naughtier side of life if you know what I mean. I know that my smut scenes are horrible but there was no other way to write this.
Harry groaned as the realities of the situation came back to him in full force. Shivering as he stood up, he couldn't help but thank to high heavens that Hermione was there to save him.
"Are you bloody mad?"
He paused as he took in the sound of her voice. It sounded, masculine. Okay...something was terribly wrong here. Blindly reaching for his glasses, he continued to listed to the she-male's tirade.
"Why didn't you think to take off the bloody horcrux? It nearly killed you in there. Good thing I dragged your sorry little ass back out."
Retrieving his glasses, he placed them on and squinted at the figure in the darkness. Finally, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he made out the non-curves the person had. Okay...definitely not Hermione. He continued to squint at the figure until he realized the other's facial structure.
The said person gave a sheepish grin and gave a slight nod. Shaking his head, Harry got up and started to put his clothes back on. Ahh...the pleasures of warm, soft clothing. After he was done, he turned back to Ron and grabbed the horcrux from his hands. Moving over to a fallen tree, he positioned it so that nothing could restrict the sword from cutting through it.
"Okay, Ron. Listen to me. When I open the horcrux, I want you to destroy it."
"Yes! You! Now if you're done with your stammering, listen up. It's gonna put up a bit of a fight, so I want you to destroy it as fast as you can. Okay?"
Ron froze for a moment before giving a stiff nod of his head.
The horcrux exploded outward as it opened, sending both Harry and Ron to the ground. Then a voice hissed from out of the Horcrux.
"I have seen your heart, and it is mine."
"Don't listen to it!" Harry said harshly. "Stab it!"
"I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears. All you desire is possible, but all you dread is also possible."
"Stab!" Harry shouted; his voice echoed off the surrounding trees, the sword point trembled, and Ron gazed down into Riddle's eyes.
"Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter...Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend...Second best, always, eternally overshadowed..."
"Ron, stab it now!" Harry bellowed: he could feel the locket quivering in his grip and was scared of what was coming. Ron raised the sword still higher, and as he did so, Riddle's eyes gleamed scarlet.
Out of the locket's two windows, out of the eyes, there bloomed like two grotesque bubbles, the heads of Harry and Hermione.
"Huh...guess my hair really could lie down flat..." he said to no one in particular as he watched the two horcrux walk forth, taunting Ron. "And it doesn't hurt that Hermione has a fucking hot ass...Wait...Ron!"
He finally snapped out of the lust induced stupor to hear a few of the last words the Riddle-Hermione spoke.
"...would take you, you are nothing, nothing, nothing to him," crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she enveloped Riddle-Harry's mouth with her own. Moans began to emanate from the back of her throat as their tongues began to tango within their mouths.
Behind the stump, Harry watched in fascination as Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione continued to snog each other. Their body materialized as he took in the sight of what looked to be their robe and gown from Fleur and Bill's wedding.
Is it wrong for me to be so turned on by this?', he thought to himself. Looking down at his lap, he couldn't help but groan to see his raging boner. Taking out Hermione's wand, he pointed it at his boner and cast, "Aguamenti!" He sighed in relief as his boner went away and turned back to the Horcrux. He looked over at Ron and saw the angry expression on his face.
Raising the sword up again, Ron rushed towards the horcrux but tripped when Riddle-Harry pulled down Riddle-Hermione's dress and began to suckle on her breasts.
Once again, Harry watched the scene play out in amazement. 'Holy shit! Hermione has a freakin' hot rack!' He glanced over at Ron and saw his sorrowful expression as Ron raised his mud speckled face from the ground. Harry turned his attention back onto the two emulations as Riddle-Harry continued to kiss his way down to her thigh. All the blood rushed to south as Riddle-Harry proceeded to lick, massage, and nuzzle Riddle-Hermione's pussy. Ron laid on the floor, forgotten for the time being. After an orgasm which involved a lot of swear words from Riddle-Hermione, she then deep-throated Riddle-Harry. By then, his boner was as hard as it could get, straining against his wet jeans that did nothing to stop it. His attention was back on Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione when she gave out a cry of pain and pleasure when Riddle-Harry slammed her against an imaginary wall and proceeded to shag her.
It was all Harry could do to not run back to the tent and repeat what the Horcrux had portrayed. He looked over at Ron to see him whimpering in despair. He Summoned the Sword of Gryffindor that was lying beside Ron and smashed it into the windows, but not before catching one last peek at Riddle-Hermione's breasts. That's the stuff.
Picking up the now defunct horcrux, he walked over to Ron's side and laid the broken locket at Ron's side.
"I can't come back."
Harry gave a start at his words.
"What do you mean you can't come back?" Harry demanded.
"I-I just can't. Every time I look at you, I see you guys shagging each other and calling out each other's name. Whenever I think of...her, I see her calling out your name. I...I just can't take that."
Harry could only look on helplessly as his friend stood up and walked away.
"Don't tell her that I was ever here. Don't mention me at all." Before reaching the cover of trees, he took out an object from his pocket and threw it to Harry.
"It's the Deluminator. I don't want to be tempted to come back." he said and apparated away before Harry could ask him what he meant by that. Sighing to himself, Harry picked up the sword and walked back to the tent., hoping to put the day behind him. Entering the tent, he glanced over at Hermione's bed and the night's images once again played out in his mind. He groaned as his boner came back in full force, straining against his jeans. Walking over to his drawer, he picked up a fresh change of clothes and went to take a shower. A very cold shower.
Once again, I'm sorry if this is horrible. It was a good idea when I came up with it but it got disfigured I think. .
This is a one-shot for now. It might be expanded on later if I get good enough ideas.