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lightofdayeTitle: Long Suppressed Urges
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Word Count: ~ 1,500
Content: Age Difference - Older Woman/Younger Man (48/21), oral sex, vaginal sex, past Ron/Hermione, Divorced Hermione
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: After a discreet interval after the divorce, Hermione invites Scorpius around for a late dinner
A/n: First of two pieces written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hphet's Mini-Fest 2025. For the prompt: "Scorpius had a crush on his friend's mum. Now that he was an adult--and she was divorced--he could finally do something about it." I did flip the initiative around from what the prompt suggests but never mind.
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Scorpius Malfoy had never been interested in Rose Weasley. It wasn’t that Rose wasn’t pretty, though Scorpius found red hair garish, it was that he’d first seen her in the company of her mother and the daughter did not compare to the mother, or at least did not compare well.
Hermione Granger-Weasley had elegance, beauty and self-assurance that far outstripped anyone else Scorpius knew of. Scorpius knew that she knew how he’d felt, he stared, gawped even, at her often and been caught on too many occasions for her not to know but of course nothing had ever been said and absolutely nothing had happened.
Nothing had happen because Scorpius had been a child, because Hermione was so much older and because Hermione was married. Scorpius had moved on and pushed it down and out of mind but the yearning had never quite gone away.
Now everything had changed, well, two out of three had changed and that was enough.
Twenty-one year old Scorpius Malfoy stood on Hermione Granger’s doorstep, scrupulously well dressed, cleaned and groomed, carrying flowers and wearing what he thought was subtle aftershave. There had been a proper and discrete length of time since Hermione’s divorce had been finalised and then Scorpius had received an invitation over for dinner.
Hermione appeared at the door, with a warm smile that set Scorpius’s stomach churning. A smile that only became wider and warmer when he presented her with the flowers.
“These are beautiful,” she said. “Thank you, Mr Malfoy, you are a charmer, aren’t you?”
Scorpius didn’t know if he heard a sultry lilt in her tone or just hoped he did. Hermione’s hair was clearly styled but still bushy and tied back in a tail, there was just a graceful touch of extra cosmetics for the occasion and her dress was elegantly cut, it had a low front but it more hinted at than showed anything, with a pendant placed between her breasts to draw the eye.
There was something about the way her hand lingered on his when she took the flowers from him and the sway of her hips when she led him into her abode that set his mind racing and convinced him that he was right about why she’d invited him here.
They had dinner together but Scorpius hardly remembered it later, it was a very light meal and accompanied by half a glass of wine, pleasant but not nearly enough to impair judgement something keen inside Scorpius’ head noted.
“Now, Mr Malfoy,” Hermione said lightly after they’d eaten. “Can I tempt you with some biscuits? Coffee? Or something else?”
Scorpius stepped close and kissed her. There was a moment where his heart stopped and he was sure he had made a terrible mistake then Hermione's arms slid around his neck and she pushed herself up against his chest.
His heartbeat returned at triple speed as they kissed. Scorpius felt giddy; long forgotten feelings welling upside him as he hungrily snogged Hermione Granger. He clutched at her, holding her tight, feeling her breath shuddering through her and her hands combed through his hair.
Growing more adventurous, Scorpius' hands moved over Hermione's body, searching out the fastening of her dress. After a few moments he found a zipper and pulled it down. Hermione let out a little whimper into Scorpius' mouth that sent a jolt right down his spine to his cock.
She stepped away from him, eyes glowing. She shrugged her shoulders letting her dress fall to the floor. Leaving Scorpius staring at her body, full and rounded in nothing but a translucent set bra and knickers.
"Oh Merlin," Scorpius whimpered.
"Not quite," Hermione said with a laugh, "maybe we should go through to the bedroom?"
True to her word, she took him by the hand and lead him through her apartment to the foot of a bed heavily laden with a thick duvet and many pillows and cushions.
She turned to him, her hand pressed against his chest and then slowly stroking downwards.
"I feel under-dressed now." She said.
It took Scorpius a second to take her meaning but in another few moments he'd torn off all his clothes and was down to his boxers.
"Well," Hermione said, a smiling playing her around her lips, "do I get to find out what you've got for me?"
She kissed him again, one hand on his bare chest felt wonderful under the other pressed against the bulging front of his underpants. Scorpius groaned as her fingertips traced the length of him, he thought he might explode just from that.
It was nothing to how he felt when Hermione Granger got to her knees in front of him and pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out, nearly entirely erect.
"Hermione… " Scorpius started though he did not know what to say.
Hermione wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked. Scorpius' hands balled into fists and he let out a nearly soundless whimper as her head start to bob up and down his length taking him deep into her mouth.
"Please, Hermione, I'm going to explode."
Hermione's mouth came free of his cock with a popping sound.
"And you don't want that?" she asked.
"No, I want you,"
"And you'll have me," Hermione said.
He helped up to her feet and she shed the rest of her clothes before laying out on the bed. Scorpius stop and stared again, she wasn't young, but there was a fullness to her figure, her breasts sagged slightly but only because they were big and they were capped with dark pink nipples.
Her head was propped up on a pillow and her hips on two more. Scorpius crawled onto the bed along side her and kissed her, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He moved down to kiss her breasts one at a time and then down between her legs. Her slit was pink and glistening and topped with a patch of hair as bushy as that on her head. He licked his lips and moved close, tasting her with a couple of licks. He paused for a second.
"You can practise that another time, Mr Malfoy," Hermione said, "I want you in me."
She didn't have to ask twice. Scorpius knelt between her spread legs and took his cock, still slick with her saliva, in hand and placed it at her entrance.
Scorpius pushed his whole length into her in one long push, it went in easily until he was balls deep in Hermione's pussy.
"Fuck," Hermione swore in a low voice. "That's it, fuck me."
Scorpius let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and then pulled his hips back and slammed them home again. Hermione made a noise and he did it again and again, each time her hot pussy taking him easily, engulfing and squeezing his whole length.
His hands started out on her hips, her spread legs caught his hips each time though and he leaned forward, his hands moving up to fulfil a fantasy: cupping and squeezing Hermione's breasts.
"Oh fuck, that's it, fuck me, fuck me just like that."
Scorpius picked up the pace, his chest heaving and face sticky with sweat.
"You feel so good," he murmured.
"Wrapped around your cock," Hermione gasped, "that's what you want?"
"That's what I've always wanted," Scorpius growled.
"Fuck! Scorpius!" Hermione wailed. Her eyes were closed and she was rocking slightly into his thrusts.
Getting close, Scorpius shifted his angle moving one hand to her leg to lift and support it while he tried to go deeper. Hermione's hand moved down to her clit to work it but he didn't care.
Her brow furrowed and then relaxed, her hand no longer moved and Scorpius took it as a cue. With a few more frantic thrusts, leaning over her so close they could almost kiss, he let go and came, spurting deep inside of her, as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
He was unconscious before he hit the coverlet next to her.
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Hermione Granger wrapped a dressing gown around herself as she returned to bed from her bathroom. Scorpius Malfoy was face down and snoring in her bed, still entirely naked. She admired the perfection of his young body, pale blond hair and firm arse for a moment.
Settlingly on the bed next to him, she thought she might let him have another go before kicking him out of bed the next morning, he'd certainly been enthusiastic.
Hermione's divorce had been a new beginning for her, a rejuvenation of sorts. She'd re-examined things that maybe she'd wanted all along and never admitted to herself in her youth. She'd been happy with her choices back then but there had always been more people that she could have had all along.
They were all old and committed now but their sons… that was another matter.
Hermione made a mental note and wondered how James Sirius Potter would like an invitation to a late night dinner.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Word Count: ~ 1,500
Content: Age Difference - Older Woman/Younger Man (48/21), oral sex, vaginal sex, past Ron/Hermione, Divorced Hermione
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: After a discreet interval after the divorce, Hermione invites Scorpius around for a late dinner
A/n: First of two pieces written for
hphet's Mini-Fest 2025. For the prompt: "Scorpius had a crush on his friend's mum. Now that he was an adult--and she was divorced--he could finally do something about it." I did flip the initiative around from what the prompt suggests but never mind. - - -
Scorpius Malfoy had never been interested in Rose Weasley. It wasn’t that Rose wasn’t pretty, though Scorpius found red hair garish, it was that he’d first seen her in the company of her mother and the daughter did not compare to the mother, or at least did not compare well.
Hermione Granger-Weasley had elegance, beauty and self-assurance that far outstripped anyone else Scorpius knew of. Scorpius knew that she knew how he’d felt, he stared, gawped even, at her often and been caught on too many occasions for her not to know but of course nothing had ever been said and absolutely nothing had happened.
Nothing had happen because Scorpius had been a child, because Hermione was so much older and because Hermione was married. Scorpius had moved on and pushed it down and out of mind but the yearning had never quite gone away.
Now everything had changed, well, two out of three had changed and that was enough.
Twenty-one year old Scorpius Malfoy stood on Hermione Granger’s doorstep, scrupulously well dressed, cleaned and groomed, carrying flowers and wearing what he thought was subtle aftershave. There had been a proper and discrete length of time since Hermione’s divorce had been finalised and then Scorpius had received an invitation over for dinner.
Hermione appeared at the door, with a warm smile that set Scorpius’s stomach churning. A smile that only became wider and warmer when he presented her with the flowers.
“These are beautiful,” she said. “Thank you, Mr Malfoy, you are a charmer, aren’t you?”
Scorpius didn’t know if he heard a sultry lilt in her tone or just hoped he did. Hermione’s hair was clearly styled but still bushy and tied back in a tail, there was just a graceful touch of extra cosmetics for the occasion and her dress was elegantly cut, it had a low front but it more hinted at than showed anything, with a pendant placed between her breasts to draw the eye.
There was something about the way her hand lingered on his when she took the flowers from him and the sway of her hips when she led him into her abode that set his mind racing and convinced him that he was right about why she’d invited him here.
They had dinner together but Scorpius hardly remembered it later, it was a very light meal and accompanied by half a glass of wine, pleasant but not nearly enough to impair judgement something keen inside Scorpius’ head noted.
“Now, Mr Malfoy,” Hermione said lightly after they’d eaten. “Can I tempt you with some biscuits? Coffee? Or something else?”
Scorpius stepped close and kissed her. There was a moment where his heart stopped and he was sure he had made a terrible mistake then Hermione's arms slid around his neck and she pushed herself up against his chest.
His heartbeat returned at triple speed as they kissed. Scorpius felt giddy; long forgotten feelings welling upside him as he hungrily snogged Hermione Granger. He clutched at her, holding her tight, feeling her breath shuddering through her and her hands combed through his hair.
Growing more adventurous, Scorpius' hands moved over Hermione's body, searching out the fastening of her dress. After a few moments he found a zipper and pulled it down. Hermione let out a little whimper into Scorpius' mouth that sent a jolt right down his spine to his cock.
She stepped away from him, eyes glowing. She shrugged her shoulders letting her dress fall to the floor. Leaving Scorpius staring at her body, full and rounded in nothing but a translucent set bra and knickers.
"Oh Merlin," Scorpius whimpered.
"Not quite," Hermione said with a laugh, "maybe we should go through to the bedroom?"
True to her word, she took him by the hand and lead him through her apartment to the foot of a bed heavily laden with a thick duvet and many pillows and cushions.
She turned to him, her hand pressed against his chest and then slowly stroking downwards.
"I feel under-dressed now." She said.
It took Scorpius a second to take her meaning but in another few moments he'd torn off all his clothes and was down to his boxers.
"Well," Hermione said, a smiling playing her around her lips, "do I get to find out what you've got for me?"
She kissed him again, one hand on his bare chest felt wonderful under the other pressed against the bulging front of his underpants. Scorpius groaned as her fingertips traced the length of him, he thought he might explode just from that.
It was nothing to how he felt when Hermione Granger got to her knees in front of him and pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out, nearly entirely erect.
"Hermione… " Scorpius started though he did not know what to say.
Hermione wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked. Scorpius' hands balled into fists and he let out a nearly soundless whimper as her head start to bob up and down his length taking him deep into her mouth.
"Please, Hermione, I'm going to explode."
Hermione's mouth came free of his cock with a popping sound.
"And you don't want that?" she asked.
"No, I want you,"
"And you'll have me," Hermione said.
He helped up to her feet and she shed the rest of her clothes before laying out on the bed. Scorpius stop and stared again, she wasn't young, but there was a fullness to her figure, her breasts sagged slightly but only because they were big and they were capped with dark pink nipples.
Her head was propped up on a pillow and her hips on two more. Scorpius crawled onto the bed along side her and kissed her, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He moved down to kiss her breasts one at a time and then down between her legs. Her slit was pink and glistening and topped with a patch of hair as bushy as that on her head. He licked his lips and moved close, tasting her with a couple of licks. He paused for a second.
"You can practise that another time, Mr Malfoy," Hermione said, "I want you in me."
She didn't have to ask twice. Scorpius knelt between her spread legs and took his cock, still slick with her saliva, in hand and placed it at her entrance.
Scorpius pushed his whole length into her in one long push, it went in easily until he was balls deep in Hermione's pussy.
"Fuck," Hermione swore in a low voice. "That's it, fuck me."
Scorpius let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and then pulled his hips back and slammed them home again. Hermione made a noise and he did it again and again, each time her hot pussy taking him easily, engulfing and squeezing his whole length.
His hands started out on her hips, her spread legs caught his hips each time though and he leaned forward, his hands moving up to fulfil a fantasy: cupping and squeezing Hermione's breasts.
"Oh fuck, that's it, fuck me, fuck me just like that."
Scorpius picked up the pace, his chest heaving and face sticky with sweat.
"You feel so good," he murmured.
"Wrapped around your cock," Hermione gasped, "that's what you want?"
"That's what I've always wanted," Scorpius growled.
"Fuck! Scorpius!" Hermione wailed. Her eyes were closed and she was rocking slightly into his thrusts.
Getting close, Scorpius shifted his angle moving one hand to her leg to lift and support it while he tried to go deeper. Hermione's hand moved down to her clit to work it but he didn't care.
Her brow furrowed and then relaxed, her hand no longer moved and Scorpius took it as a cue. With a few more frantic thrusts, leaning over her so close they could almost kiss, he let go and came, spurting deep inside of her, as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
He was unconscious before he hit the coverlet next to her.
-
Hermione Granger wrapped a dressing gown around herself as she returned to bed from her bathroom. Scorpius Malfoy was face down and snoring in her bed, still entirely naked. She admired the perfection of his young body, pale blond hair and firm arse for a moment.
Settlingly on the bed next to him, she thought she might let him have another go before kicking him out of bed the next morning, he'd certainly been enthusiastic.
Hermione's divorce had been a new beginning for her, a rejuvenation of sorts. She'd re-examined things that maybe she'd wanted all along and never admitted to herself in her youth. She'd been happy with her choices back then but there had always been more people that she could have had all along.
They were all old and committed now but their sons… that was another matter.
Hermione made a mental note and wondered how James Sirius Potter would like an invitation to a late night dinner.
