Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old. 

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+

(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

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Hermione woke before the sun, her bladder jabbing her belly.

She didn't want to wake Lucifer, so she slowly and gently let him go, then rolled out of bed.

"Where're you going?" he mumbled.

"The loo."

"Hurry back. I'm cold."

Hermione smiled to herself as she tiptoed. It was bloody freezing walking around the room with no clothes.

The toilet was a icy seat of torture.

She tried to curl in on her legs to keep warm.

Not wanting to turn on any lights, which Hermione was still quite amazed, how other muggleborn students had changed rooms like these over the years.

How does it all even work? Hermione thought, she would try her best to understand by the time she graduates.

This room is full of both electrical appliances, with old things such as fire lanterns. 'Everyone must have different preferences...I'm so glad Madam Pomfrey told me about this.'

She fixed her fallen hair in the dark, wrapping it back up into a bun.

She popped a Breath Bright mint in her mouth so she wouldn't scare off Lucifer when she went back to bed.

Crookshanks came to the door as she was finishing up. He meowed at her as if to say "that boy is still here."

Hermione scratched Crooks on the head as she passed and whispered, "Don't be jealous. I still love you."

Lucifer cast a Breath Eraser charm on his mouth while she was gone and then reached under the blankets to test his cock.

He'd woken up in the middle of a high tide of hormones, and his dick was hard as a rock.

If she came back and happened to run her hand below his waist, she was bound to find it.

He didn't know how she would react, but he wanted to play it on the safe side with the Breath Eraser charm.

The only light in the room was coming from a fire lantern around the window.

But, he could still make out her shadowy form creeping through the door and edging up to the bed.

She quickly got back under the blankets, shivering and curling into him for warmth.

Smiling into the darkness, Lucifer wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest.

The sharp tips of her nipples grazed his ribs, and he reached over and lightly ran the side of his finger back and forth across one gathered tip. "This bathroom must be colder than my own."

She smiled and petted his hand, dragging her nails lightly over his wrist and forearm. "Bloody freezing."

"Are you ready to go back to sleep?"

"I'm kind of awake now."

"What time is it?"

"Near four."

"What about your roommates, won't they be curious?"

"I now also have privacy charms around my bed, like yours, after the cat incident...."

"What about your Disillusionment charm. Has it improved any?"

"Yeah, a witch in France told me some tricks to make it better. I don't think either Lavender or Parvati will notice me going inside. Ginny sleeps like a light though...."

Hermione looked up at him in the dark.

She could just discern the pale hook of his nose and the angular lines of his cheeks and forehead.

His fingers left her breast, and she reached out and brought his hand back.

She could see the flash of his teeth in the shadows as he smiled. "Lucifer, what do you think is Hell like?"

Bloody hell' Lucifer sighed. "That's a rather heavy question for four o'clock in the morning."

"I know. It's just I am curious after last night. . ."

Lucifer considered her request for a few seconds longer, "First of all, I take no pass in who goes to Hell....You humans. You send yourselves. Driven down by your own guilt. Forcing yourselves to relive your sins over and over," he paused to consider his words carefully before speaking.

"And the best part... the doors aren't locked. You could leave anytime. It says something that no one ever does, doesn't it?" Lucifer's eyes turned slightly red, doing his best to stop the evil grin, that started to crept onto his face.

“...It sounds pretty awful, I don't ever want to go there, where the Devil just enjoys to torture poeple...” Hermione muttered under her breath, shuddering after she even tried to imagine it.



Lucifer's face turned blank, he stared at the girl with a look full of emotions being in a turmoil, “It was a job Hermione.... Something, I was forced to do.”

“I'm sorry, that was quite rude of me.....”

Hermione slid her hand under the blanket, running her fingers over the hair lining his belly.

He felt so different from her.

The hard planes of his muscles lay right below the surface, solid and strong where she was soft and giving.

His body hair was thickest around his belly button, and it made her want to pet him.

He was a nice balance of smooth skin and fun furry bits she couldn't help running her fingers over.

She suddenly understood what he'd said earlier about affirming the pleasure of living.

Just running her hands over him was an experience she was glad to be having.

She was alive.

Avoiding the joys of this world wouldn't make her happier or bring back anyone who had passed on.

'Life is for the living.'

All she could really do was move forward.

"Lucifer?"

"Yes?"

“I'm glad for being alive.”

“That's a pretty thought.”

"MmHm. I wouldn't have met you, if I just died, right?”

No one had ever said that to him. Ever.

Lucifer didn't know how to reply.

“How about we make up for the past two months?” Hermione asked with an amused smile.

“Perhaps.”

Her hand went lower, following the trail down to his pubic hair.

Her fingers bumped into his knob, and it twitched against her fingers.

Lucifer closed his eyes as she brushed her fingers over his hard length.

All her petting and stroking had left his dick straining with anticipation that it would get to be next.

Hermione couldn't help grinning. Sometimes life was so good it was bursting at the seams. "Is this for me?"

It is now. "That depends on how you're feeling."

"Better. Not as broken."

"Guilty?"

She sighed. "Not so much now. More like I want to go back to my classes again, you know? Focus there.”

That sounded healthy to him. "In that case, that is definitely for you."

Hermione ran her finger over the silky head, smiling as it leapt at her touch. "Is it time to show you my new skills?"

He covered her hand with his. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Then I think we should hold off on your oral showcase until another time. Why don't you come up here where I can see you."

Hermione slithered up his body and blinked as he made the lamp, on their study table come on.

He somehow dimmed the light, which was a feat not only because he did it wandlessly but because the bulb wasn't dimmable.

His hair was all messed up from the pillow, and she smiled at how human he looked.

Sinking her fingers into his limp locks,  Hermione nuzzled his nose with hers.

His expression softened, and she kissed the corner of his sharp mouth.

He met her lips and gave her several small pecks as if testing the waters.

She latched on, gliding her tongue over his lower lip. He grunted quietly and deepened the kiss, sealing their mouths together.

The more she kissed him, the more he knew she was going to be all right.

Now that someone had given her a safe outlet for her sadness and fear, Hermione was no longer at their mercy.

She would move through her grief without becoming trapped in the quagmire.

Kissing his way over to her neck, Lucifer rolled her partway onto her back and slid his thigh between hers. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

Hermione ground her pelvis into his leg and whimpered. The heat of his words on her neck and the pressure of his thigh against her sex was an excellent combination.

Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him on top of her, and his erection poked her hip. "I want you so much. Show me how good life can be!”

He smiled into her hair and went to work on her neck, licking and nipping her into an agitated frenzy.

Lucifer had the urge to show her not only how good life could be, but how much better he could make it.

That was a foolish sentiment for him to entertain.

Who knew how long this arrangement would last.

One day she would see that he is not the right person for her.

But for right now, they had something special.

Something he'd never had with another woman. 

Something that made him feel lucky for once in his life. "You are so sweet."