Sticky Situation: Chapter 9

Sorry for the delay, things have been a little crazy the last week. I'll be trying to get another chapter out as soon as possible. Probably for Thrown Back.

Chapter 9

“That was a lot of fun,” Luna beamed, twirling as she left the Room of Requirement. “Can we do that again sometime?”

“I’m sure we can work something out,” Harry said, watching her with a smile.

Hermione was the last to leave the Room of Requirement and closed the door behind her. As the door vanished, blending in with the wall, she turned with a wince and walked with a slight limp.

“Are you okay, Hermione?” Harry asked.

“I’m fine,” she said tiredly. “Just a bite sore.”

“It’s probably because Harry’s penis is so big,” Luna said. “Madam Pomfrey has a cream that helps. You should ask her for some.”

Harry tried and failed to suppress a smile as he wrapped an arm around Hermione’s waist and helped her walk down the hall.

“I’ll do that,” Hermione said.

With a bright smile, Luna spun around and waved when they reached the corridor. Humming and skipping, she turned left and followed the path that would take her back to Ravenclaw Tower.

“How does she still have so much energy?” Hermione asked incredulously. “I’m exhausted.”

“But it’s a good kind of exhausted, right?” Harry smiled.

She blushed but smiled slightly as they began descending the stairs.

“Do you want to stop by the Hospital Wing?” he asked.

“No,” Hermione replied firmly, shaking her head. “I’m not talking to Madam Pomfrey about… that. I just want to get something to eat and go to sleep.”

Smiling, Harry pulled her close and kissed the top of her head softly. A passing Ravenclaw seventh year gave them a curious glance before he proceeded up the stairs.

“Well, at least we know your theory about the sap was right,” Harry said.

“We can’t be sure yet,” Hermione replied. “He might not be attracted to me.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Fine, then we’ll just have to go find Seamus. If he doesn’t try getting in your knickers, we’ll know it’s worn off.”

Blinking, she looked at him and furrowed her brow.

“Seamus is attracted to me?” she asked.

“The last time he snuck Firewhiskey into the dorm, he got pissed and tried to write a sonnet about your bum,” Harry smirked.

“Boys,” Hermione muttered exasperatedly, shaking her head.

Harry laughed as they continued down the staircase until they reached the first floor. Students were flooding into the Great Hall from all over the castle for dinner. He started moving in that direction, but Hermione stopped him with a tug on the arm. With a questioning look, he allowed her to guide him into a dark, out-of-the-way alcove.

“Listen, Harry. I don’t want this to change anything between us,” she said nervously before continuing quickly. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t regret what happened, and I wouldn’t be opposed to it happening again. I just don’t want this to change our friendship.”

“I get it,” Harry nodded. “So, friends?”

Hermione smiled in relief and nodded, “Friends,” she said.

“With benefits,” he added with a grin.

Rolling her eyes, she made to slap his chest, but Harry caught her hand and pulled her close. She looked up at him, her eyes going wide as he dipped his head and kissed her passionately. It took only a moment for her to relax and wrap her arms around his shoulders. When they broke apart a few seconds later, her cheeks were flushed.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“Just enjoying the benefits,” Harry smirked.

Hermione shook her head with a smile before hooking her arm through his and leading him into the Great Hall. As they walked down the length of the Gryffindor table looking for a seat, Harry nudged her shoulder and discretely nodded to Seamus.

“Told you your idea worked,” he whispered.

“Good,” she sighed in relief.

Finding Ron, they sat down across from him. Hermione grimaced and winced as she swung her legs over the bench, prompting Ron to look at her curiously.

“What happened to you?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Hermione said, waving off his concern. “I just pulled a muscle.”

Ron nodded, but next to him, Lavender and Parvati didn’t look so convinced. Putting their heads together, they whispered and giggled, giving Hermione the occasional glance.

After dinner, they all headed up to Gryffindor Tower to get started on their homework. Hermione begged off, saying she felt tired. Harry smiled as he watched Lavender and Parvati follow her up the stairs to the girls’ dorm. As he started working on his Charms assignment, he wondered how much she would tell them.

Harry checked his watch an hour later and started packing his books.

“Are you done already?” Ron asked, furrowing his brow.

“No,” Harry replied. “I promised I’d meet someone at seven.”

Shrugging, Ron pushed his books away and stretched while he ran up the stairs and tossed his bag on his bed. By the time he returned downstairs, Ron was already engrossed in a game of chess with Dean. Harry quietly slipped out of the common room and quickly made his way down to the dungeons. On his way, he checked the Marauder’s Map and found Lilith waiting at the end of the dead end hallway just past the Potions classroom.

Lilith smiled brightly when she spotted him turning the corner and rushed over to him. Grabbing him by the arm, she pulled him down to the end of the hall and led him over to a portrait tucked away in a darkened corner. The portrait was of a tall, aristocratic woman with sharp cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and pale skin.

“Good evening, dear,” she said, smiling at Lilith and Harry. “Is this your date?”

Harry smiled as Lilith nodded enthusiastically and gestured to him as if he were some sort of prize.

“Well done, my dear,” the woman said, eyeing Harry up and down appraisingly. “Go on in. I’ll make sure you aren’t disturbed.”

With a loud click, the portrait swung inwards, revealing a large, well-decorated bedroom. A massive four-poster bed draped in green silk sheets took up a large portion of the room, along with a couch and a couple of small, round tables. The lighting seemed odd, almost like it was rippling, and it wasn’t until Harry stepped inside that he saw the reason. The entire ceiling was clear, allowing light to trickle in from the lake above.

“Nice room,” Harry said.

“It’s from many centuries ago when Hogwarts students were still allowed to run a brothel,” the portrait replied.

Harry glanced over his shoulder and saw that there was an identical portrait on the inside of the door as there was outside.

“There used to be many rooms such as this, but the castle has reappropriated them since prostitution is no longer allowed within these halls,” she continued. “I was tasked with ensuring clients didn’t get out of hand. However, these days, I help students meet in secret with their lovers. Even though the rules have changed, it seems Hogwarts doesn’t mind the students having a little late-night fun as much as the administration.”

“Huh,” Harry smiled, turning to Lilith. “So, we’re secret lovers, are we?”

Blushing lightly, Lilith looked away and shrugged her shoulders. Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on her bum. Lilith raised her head and threw her arms around his neck.

“What if I don’t want to keep you a secret?” Harry asked huskily.

Lilith blinked before a beaming smile flashed across her face, and her lips crashed into his. Her mouth muffled his chuckle as she pushed him over to the bed. Falling onto the mattress, Harry tried to pull her with him, but she pushed off of his chest and dropped to her knees with a smirk. Lilith quickly unbuckled his trousers and fished his rapidly hardening length from his boxers. Draping him over her pretty face, she stared up at him with her hazel eyes and kissed his shaft.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his tie as she continued to plant light kisses on his skin until he was throbbing hard. Slowly, Lilith kissed her way up to the tip and stuck out her tongue. Lifting him up, she brought him down on her soft, pink appendage with a wet smack.

“Bloody hell,” Harry groaned, tugging off his shirt.

Lilith giggled and smacked him against her tongue twice more before sealing her pouty lips around his girth. As she began bobbing her head slowly, her tongue swirling around him, she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and removed it, along with her tie. An impressive amount of pale cleavage spilled from the cups of her bra, which looked like it was a size too small for her generous bust. Her trapped mounds wobbled and jiggled with every movement as she dipped a hand down and slipped it under her skirt. Harry smiled when her eyes closed in pleasure, and she gave him a hard suck, her cheeks hollowing.

“Merlin,” Harry hissed. “I’m starting to think you enjoy this.”

Opening her eyes, Lilith nodded, her lips stretched around his girth.

“You like sucking my cock?” he asked.

Lilith responded by taking him as deep as she could, her lips stopping just a couple of inches shy of his base. With her free hand, she undid her skirt, causing it to unfold from around her waist, creating a makeshift mat perfect for her to kneel on. Her hand plunged more deeply into her knickers, the blue fabric damp with her arousal. Running his fingers through her hair, Harry caressed her scalp and groaned as she bobbed up and down his length.

He let Lilith continue for a couple of minutes before slipping his hands under her arms and lifting her. She sucked hard in an attempt to keep him in her mouth, resulting in an audible pop when he broke free of her lips. Chuckling, Harry pulled her on top of him and fell back onto the mattress.

“As amazing as that feels, I want more than just your pretty mouth,” he said.

Gripping her bum, he pulled her forward until his face was buried between her dangling breasts. He kissed and nipped playfully at her soft cleavage while sliding his hands up her back and opening the clasp of her bra. As it fell away from her body, he grasped her breasts firmly and latched his lips onto one of her pink, puffy nipples. Lilith sucked in a shuddering breath and tossed her bra to the floor before threading her fingers through his hair.

For Harry, there was always something special about Lilith. Sex with her was different than any other girl he’d been with. Her inability to speak or even moan meant that he had to pay a lot more attention to her reactions to figure out if she liked what he was doing. He found himself listening to every stuttering breath, feeling for every tremble and spasming muscle to determine how his attention was received. It made every experience more intense in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

Cupping her breasts, he scraped his teeth over her nipple. Lilith’s breath hitched softly, and her body trembled under his palms. Smiling to himself, Harry did it again, his scalp burning lightly as her fingers tightened in his hair.

Suddenly, Lilith pushed off of him and landed heavily on the mattress next to him. She took off her knickers in an impatient scramble and tossed them to the side before spreading her legs and inviting him over with a coy gaze and a crook of her finger.

Harry crawled over and hovered over her with a smile on his face. His length ground against her folds. With a barely audible gasp, Lilith reached down and impatiently placed him at her entrance. In a single, slow thrust, he sank into her depths, relishing the way her body shuddered and her breath hitched. As her legs wrapped around his waist, he pressed his lips to hers in a demanding, possessive kiss. A small push of her heels was the only sign it took for him to start moving.

When Harry suddenly sped up his thrust, Lilith pulled her lips from his, gasping as she threw her head back. He sucked and kissed at the delicate skin of her throat, feeling each stuttering, hitching breath she took through his lips. Using nothing but her wordless reactions, he found a rhythm that had her muscles trembling and her nails digging into the skin of his back. As she traced fiery lines along his ribs, he pushed himself up and watched a look of ecstasy wash over her face.

He could hear the pauses between gasping breaths and feel the twitches of her muscles the closer she got to her climax. Their eyes locked as he plunged in and out of her depths, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, Lilith’s face scrunched up as she reached her peak. Her body shuddered under his, her muscles flexing powerfully as she clung to him. Harry grinned, slowing his pace to prolong her climax while he kissed her neck and jaw.

Lilith had barely relaxed before she rolled them over with surprising strength. Harry found himself flat on his back, staring into her hungry gaze as she rode him sensually, her hips rolling on each downward thrust to grind against his pelvis. Her body shuddered again powerfully while her nails dug into his chest. It took him a moment to realize why she was riding him so determinedly. She wanted him to cum.

Grinning, Harry gripped her hips and timed his thrusts with hers. Lilith gasped, her arms giving out as their bodies collided. Panting and kissing his neck, she relaxed, allowing him to direct and move her any way he wanted. Harry tightened his grip on her hips and planted his feet on the bed. His powerful, upward thrusts drove her breath from her lungs right next to his ear. Trying to match his rhythm, she flexed her hips, grinding against him each time he bottomed out in her swelting depths.

Just as Harry felt himself nearing his end, Lilith climaxed again, her breath stuttering and hitching. Pulling her hips down firmly, he buried himself in her clutching folds and erupted. The feeling caused her to shudder pleasurably as she sank her teeth lightly into his collarbone. After he emptied himself in her depths and Lilith collapsed bonelessly on top of him, they both took a long moment to catch their breath.

Eventually, she climbed off of him and cuddled up to his side. With a smile, Harry wrapped his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. They lay there for a couple of minutes before Lilith got his attention by tapping on his chest. Raising his head, he watched as she started drawing letters on his skin.

Will you go to Hogsmeade with me? She wrote.

“I’d love to,” Harry grinned.

Beaming, Lilith kissed him on the lips and shimmied down the bed to settle between his legs. Harry chuckled and ran a hand through her hair as she took him in her mouth.