Requested by @Alienkiller3000
Word count: 2512. Woo, that's lots
I was thinking of a Hermione x male reader lemon. The reader's a Gryffindor, but he's a dark and brooding lonewolf, who prefers to handle things on his own. He's also a master in Taekwondo, and nobody wants to mess with him. Not even Draco, nor Snape. He trains in the Forbidden Forest to calm down, and he has a talent that allows him to create enemies to practice on. He mostly uses clones of himself, but he can use different kinds of creatures if he wants more of a challenge. The most intense training session he's had was when he fought a Hungarian Horntail, and he only came away with a few burns. Little does he know is that Hermione's had her eye on him, and she's the only one who isn't afraid of his darker side.
Plot: The reader has gone into the Forbidden Forest to calm himself after catching Ginny making out with Harry. Unbeknownst to him, Hermione has broken up with Ron who dumped her for Lavender. Luna informs Hermione of where the reader is, but not before warning her that he was far from happy when he left. In fact, she saw his face as he walked through the halls. He was giving off a serious death glare and everybody was fearfully giving him some space. Hermione finds him in the forest, and he's fightin' a pack of werewolves. The battle was fierce, but the reader was victorious, and he didn't even have a scratch on him. She approaches and reveals her feelings for him. Much to her surprise, he feels the same way and they meet up in the Prefects Bathroom at midnight, where the reader learns about what Ron had done. Upon hearing this, the reader reveals what went down between him and Ginny. They decide to share Hermione's room before having sex, now realizing that they truly love each other
song inspiration: Why'd you only call me when you're high by Artic Monkeys
A/N: I don't write smut. Sorry to disappoint but I as a rule of thumb I just don't. Sorry, @Alienkiller3000. I wnt as far as I was comfortable to go, hope you enjoy it either way.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Hermione is 16 (6th year) and the reader is 17 (7th year) in this story. Consent is highly important, both parties need to consent and be over the age of consent.
Anger welled up inside y/n. The Gryffindor boy had mear moments ago ran out of the great hall. Ginny, y/n's up until now girlfriend, was making out with Harry. "Perfect Harry Potter," He spat the name like poison in his mouth and boy did it taste like it. Harry had always been an annoyance to Y/n since the younger boy had started at Hogwarts.
As the boy made his way out of the hall he shot death glares towards anyone who dared approach him, even Luna, the closest thing to being his friend. The people that flooded the passages parted like the Red Sea for Moses. Everyone fearfully averting their eyes and turning them to the floor. No one dared to go near him, no in wanted to mess with y/n, not even Snape or Draco.
Meanwhile (Hermione)
Hermione ran out of the Gryffindor common room, tears streaming down her face. She had just caught Ron and Lavender making out in the girl's shared room on Hermione's desk, I might add. The girl, seeing red, screamed at them. Something about Ronald you absolute pig, if that's how you feel we're done, you can have Lavender. She had turned around. Stamping out of the common room, she was still dressed up for what was meant to be for their 3 month anniversary dinner.
Her wine red, rhinestoned dress hugged Hermione's body in all the right places. She has been hoping to take her and Ron's relationship to the next step tonight but well... yeah.
A loud echo bounced around the passageways as Hermione walked. Her heels clicking on the pavers. Makeup smudged from crying she ducked into a bathroom, Moaning Myrtle's to be exact.
Luna Lovegood was in the bathroom, she was hating to the ghost who inhabited the space. The two girls came over to consult the forlorn Hermione when Luna had an idea. She knew that while Hermione was with Ron she had a thing for y/n. The boy's dark demeanour a turn on for the bookworm. Luna rather coyly offered some information on the location of the Gryffindor boy, however cautioning Hermione about his state.
The girl marched out of the bathroom with a renewed purpose, to find y/n in the Black Forest and tell him of her feelings. Her heels hit the ground with a sound louder than thunderclaps. The determination on her face was about as hot as her body in that dress.
She looked hotter than hell. Ready to make a certain Gryffindor really horny.
As Hermione approached the forest she wished her boots were more practical, and her dress was less thin. And really wanting a jacket. However all thought was whipped from her mind when she stumbled into a clearing, a certain boy stood in the middle of the clearing surrounded by a pick of rabid werewolves. Claws and jaws here flying everywhere.
Miraculously the boy was unharmed. Hermione let out a low gasp, the mania in his eyes was devilishly attractive. The boy was firing spells without his wand, which was something Hermione has been trying to learn how to do but couldn't manage to master, and throwing punches.
Before she knew what she was going she stepped into the half lift of the clearing. A stick snapped under her foot. The boy whipped around fist flexing into the face of a werewolf which disappeared along with his concentration.
Now, usually if someone had interrupted one of his training sessions y/n would have scolded them but all of his thoughts were off kilter.
The pair seemed to be frozen in time before a howl sounded in the woods, Hermione, frightened, ran to the taller male. He reached his non-dominant arm around the girl pulling her closer to him. His wand arm out, ready to protect them. One hand curled around the girl, his hand grasping in under her boob wrapping around to her front.
Hermione relished in the closeness of his body, he was warm and his touch soft. The ferocity in his eyes a warm flame against her skin. She shivered coming closer, the smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
Y/n's response to the shiver was to bring her closer, he spotted a real werewolf, not one of his training dummies, standing to the side of the clearing and sent a spell flying towards it. He sent it far away to the other side of the forest. "Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you." He mumbled to Hermione. His bad boy facade couldn't help but drop around the girl. Not to be confused he was still a badass but he couldn't help but be a little soft around her. His feelings for her had always been existing, Ginny noticed them and confronted him about it a few times but he always ignored her concerns, but she was right. In the end, his heart belonged to the bookwormish Gryffindor. "I trust you." Her voice was nearly above a whisper. "Y/n, I came out here because I need to tell you something...."
He cut her off placing a finger on her lips. "It's not safe here, I can't let you get hurt." Hermione silently agreed following the boy back toward the castle.
As the boy was about to head back into the castle Hermione caught the sleeve of his shirt, with some effort she spun him around to face her. "Y/n, I really like you. I know that you're with Ginny and everything but..."
Before Hermione could carry on with her reasons they couldn't be together she was cut off by the boy leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips. He tasted salty like blood and sweat, but she loved every second of it. She reached out guiding her hand from his side to her thigh. His hand clasping around the skin at the hem of her dress. His other hand resting in her cheek.
He pulled away, his voice low and husky with arousal, "meet me in the prefect's bathroom, midnight." Off course even though he wasn't a prefect he had access somehow. God knows how.
Without waiting for a response the boy walked off, disappearing into the dark maze of corridors. Hermione hadn't realised how long it has been. The corridors had cleared and they'd missed dinner. Huffing she made her way back toward the common room. Y/n didn't stay in the Gryffindor tower, there were 6 7th year boys so he had his own room elsewhere in the castle no one knew where of course part of his mysterious air I guess.
Hermione really didn't want to face Ron or Lavender so the second before she opened the portrait she turned around, she would waste some time in the kitchen before midnight rolled around. She was quite hungry, and it was ages since she had talked to Dobby.
Midnight rolled around quicker than she'd expected and she found herself outside the entrance to the prefect's bathroom. She took a deep breath and approach the door. She was about to speak the password when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Sure she was caught by another prefect Hermione spin around fast and found herself face to chest with y/n. A sly glint in the boys y/c eyes. "Calm down Granger, it's just me." He held his hands up in mock surrender. A deep chuckled releasing from his throat, as he leaned closer to her ear. "Fisty, I like it~"
His voice sent shivers down her spine. "Shall we, m'lady~" his lips still down by her ear as he gestured into the prefect's bathroom. The pair entered, y/n sat on one of the many sinks inspecting Hermione from head to toe. "So, Princess, why did you pick today of all days to confess feelings for me?" His eyebrow raised in curiosity, "And why, pray do tell, dressed like that~"
Hermione found her voice stuck in her throat, she didn't want y/n to think of her as some gullible girl falling into the horrid trap of a cheater. Hermione hesitantly offered the boy information on today's earlier events. She recounted, with more than mild disgust, finding her boyfriend and roommate making out on her desk. Finally, when she was finished she looked up, meeting the eyes of the y/h/c haired boy. His usual smirk or sneer was replaced with a soft look of hurt. At the thought of the disgusting redhead, his eyes were engulfed in a flame of hatred and disgust. "I'm so sorry dear." He stood from his perch, crossing the space between them in a single stride, he reached out and grasped her hands. "I would never do that to you." He leaned a little closer, "May I?" His voice barely above a whisper as he brushed her cheek with his lips.
The gesture was soft and gentle, something y/n wasn't known for. Keeping her close and his voice not much over a soft whisper the boy told Hermione about the recent and sudden end to his relationship with Ginny. An idea was sparked in Hermione's head. She stood on her tip toes to whisper something in his ear.
Hermione was getting sick of this soft y/n. She felt like he pitied her, time to give him a spark. The girl leaned forward no waiting for permission. She smashed her lips against his taking a step forward until his back hit the bathroom stalls. She forced her knee between his legs. He attempted to reach out to press a hand to her, but she grabbed his wrists pinning them above his head. Even though he could get out of that so easily, he enjoyed seeing this dominant side to Hermione. So much for the innocent girl he thought she was.
She smirked to herself when she felt his boner through his pants. There was just something so hot in knowing she had caused that. Not Ginny, the stupid redhead who couldn't see what was right in front of her, but Hermione. Y/n moaned lowly against Hermione's mouth, her puffy lips felt so good, but he was sure the would feel even better... Damn y/n, going there already.
Hermione allowed y/n to have his hands back, she guided one to the back of her dress. She brought it forward to land on her boob. If this wasn't going to Ron's lucky night might as well be y/n's, right? She kept the boy in a lip lock, sliding her tongue across his bottom lip begging for entrance. Surely enough he didn't hesitate to allow her entrance.
While Hermione explored her newfound territory y/n's hands wandered up and down her body. I mean sure he had made out with Ginny before, but it was never anything like this, this was amazing. His hands felt all over her body as he savoured the taste of her on his mouth. The dress was tight and gave y/n a pretty good idea of her body. He managed to tear his mouth away from her for just long enough to get a few words out. " My room,..., NOW"
his voice was husky and low. He grabbed her hand practically dragging her down the hall and up the stairs. Y/n's room was on the 6th floor, only one floor above the prefect's bathroom.
He spoke the password in a low voice and led Hermione inside. The boy started to strip off, Hermione grabbing his Gryffindor tie room his dresser. He had just managed t get his shirt off before Hermione jumped him. Catching him in a lip lock she guided him gently towards the bed. "Do you want this?" She spoke in a low tone, the only thing that mattered in the world right now was him, no Ron, no Ginny, no Harry, no Lavender.
Y/n nodded his head like a bobble head, "Yes, Hermione. I want this and I want you. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours." He leaned up capturing her lips in a sweet short kiss. "I want to be everything you need. I love you." His words hung in the air for a second before Hermione came closer. She kissed up his neck, leaving a small hickey on the join in the collum of his neck and his shoulders. Okay, maybe not that small.
Y/n knew that would leave a mark tomorrow but it was totally worth it.