Lucifer's Boggart situation had traveled quickly throughout the school, as did the story of its demise.
Everyone started assuming If Lucifer is long lost heir of Merlin or something.
Some people dramatized it to be grander than it actually was, but the end of the story was always the same; Professor Lupin's Boggart was destroyed to smithereens.
Hermione noticed that a lot of girls stared at him now, and she didn't like it one bit.
It only increased her stress more, always looking out for potential targets who either wanted to kiss him, or almost removing his clothes from the lustful gazes.
Hermione was playing his Bodyguard almost everywhere, specifically when he used the loo, going along with him and just squatting outside the door, reading her Arithmancy book.
Sensing the enemy's, her face turned upwards glaring at those bimbos wandering and curious looks.
On the bright side, Defense Against the Dark Arts quickly became the favorite class of pretty much everyone at school, aside from over half the Slytherin, particularly Malfoy and his band of them, constantly insulting his look.
It didn't matter much how Lupin looked, he taught the class well, and made it fun.
Hermione started to loathe Divination, and Trelawney never passed up the opportunity to use the Boggart incident as proof of her prediction.
Hermione wanted to give it up right then, but Lucifer said it didn't bother him that much, so she stayed in class for him, but only for him.
Care of Magical Creatures had become considerably boring and dull ever since Hagrid lost his confidence and momentum.
Hippogriffs might have been a bad way to start off the lessons, but Flobberworms weren't much better; in fact, Harry and Ron both agreed that it was worse because there was no fun in trying to take care of them.
Lucifer still did it because he refused to purposefully fail a class for any reason.
Hermione's Birthday morning on Friday, Sep 19th had come and gone in a flash, Lucifer had forgotten about it with all that had gone.
Until at night.
Hermione was going slightly mad. She wanted more. She wanted him claiming every tooth and taste bud as his own.
She wanted him to devour her with the same hunger he showed her pussy.
Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue over his thin lips and tapped lightly.
Lucifer's chest tightened with a twinge of excitement, his heart stumbling as the wet, velvet warmth of her tongue licked over his lips.
He growled softly and let her inside, his own tongue greeting her arrival.
They swirled together, tasting each other like first-years gorging themselves on sweets.
He couldn't get enough of her.
The chills oozing through his belly left his brain empty and his dick full.
Hermione was becoming a gooey mass of pudding. Her insides had liquified and were currently seeping out of her pussy like a spillway.
She snaked one arm around his neck and locked herself against him.
The room was getting far too hot for such close confines, but she didn't care; she pulled him even closer, curling her hand around his head, then carding her hand into his hair.
"Maowwrrr."
They didn't pull apart, but they both looked over in the direction the sound had come from.
Crookshanks was sitting across from them with an expectant expression on his face.
Lucifer kept his lips against hers. "Do you think he wants something, or does he object to our proximity?"
Hermione smiled and gave him a soft peck. "It's time for his furball treatment and catnip. Just give me one minute."
He let out a short growl of impatience and disappointment, but he leaned back and helped her disentangle herself from his person.
Hermione forced herself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. "Come on, Crookshanks."
Crookshanks didn't get up right away.
He stared at Lucifer with a cool unwavering gaze that he had to admire.
That cat could have cracked any first or second-year in 30 seconds.
"Crooks, where are you?" Hermione called from the kitchen.
Crookshanks rose but never took his eyes off Lucifer.
He always got the impression all cats were master Legilimens, reading everyone and dismissing them with a flick of the tail.
And this one seemed vaguely amused by whatever it was he saw in Lucifer.
His orange tail finally twitched out of sight, and Lucifer relaxed, no longer feeling the yellow eyes of scrutiny washing over him.
"There you are," Hermione crooned, bending down so he could lick the meaty-scented furball paste from her finger.
She scratched his ears as he finished. "That's my good boy. Are you ready for your mouse?"
Crookshanks flopped down as she rolled his fuzzy toy mouse through the catnip.
She set it on the floor for him, and he rubbed his face into it like a junkie.
Hermione grinned. "Have fun."
She went to the sink to wash her hands then headed back out to Lucifer.
She stopped short when she saw him.
He looked quite handsome in the warm glow of the lanterns—his hair mussed, eyes dark as midnight.
In her absence he had unbuttoned his top two buttons and rolled up his sleeves.
She couldn't help smiling at how his arm was "casually" thrown across the back of the couch, prepared for her to return to her previous position.
Hermione was ready to sink back into his arms, but she wanted to get even closer.
She unfastened her jeans and started to peel them down, watching his face to gauge his reaction.
Lucifer sat up a little straighter. "What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable."
She wiggled out of her tight jeans, and Lucifer sat back and enjoyed the show.
Her little lacy, pink knickers almost matched her jumper.
She gave him a wicked smile that made his cock sit up and take notice.
Dismissing the previous seating arrangement, she climbed in his lap and straddled his hips.
Her pussy pressed against his burgeoning erection, grinding into him through his trousers.
Hermione saw the dark desire flare in his eyes.
That excited her just as much as the hard column pressing into her core.
She slipped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his nose with hers.
Lucifer gripped her hips, playing his thumbs along the satiny strings at the sides of her knickers.
She brushed her nose along his cheek, and he closed his eyes as an unfamiliar warmth coated his stomach.
It seemed too sweet to be sexual, but his cock just kept filling as if she were kissing more southerly parts of his anatomy.
She placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his face, meeting her teasing peck with his own.
His tongue slowly crept back into her mouth, making her moan and squirm in his lap.
His patience was quickly dwindling.
The relaxed exploration gradually became more urgent. He got to know the contours of her mouth intimately before he gave her a chance to breathe.
Lucifer grunted as she came right back at him. Her teeth teased his lower lip like a cannibal playing with its food.
Her dancing hips and oral overtures were becoming too much for him.
He was hard as a rock and ready to burst the seams of his fly.
Sliding his hands around to her arse, Lucifer grabbed a cheek in each hand and lifted her up so his dick could take a break.
He dropped his head to the back of the seat and panted up at her. "Slow down, girl. We have all night."
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Chapter 160
Lucifer spread her cheeks wider, and Hermione tried to rub her clit against his abdomen.
He was so bloody sexy: hair a mess, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and glistening from her ardor.
If a look could make a person come, she'd have been screaming his name right then.
Slipping her hand down between them, she tried to open his fly.
She wanted to impale herself on him.
His zip slid down, freeing the bulging weight of his hard-on.
Lucifer growled as her fingers dove into his trousers. He tried to pull out of her firm grasp but only succeeded in making her tug at his cock.
Releasing her arse, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands off of him, holding her at bay so he wouldn't explode in his shorts.
Hermione grounded her hips into him again, aroused by the manual restraint. "I want you so much."
"We have all night. Don't be in a rush."
"Please take me to bed. I need you inside me."
Lucifer winced as the pleasure started to build in his balls. "Arms up," he rasped, lifting her hands toward the ceiling.
Hermione held up her arms as he pulled off her jumper.
As soon as it was gone, she was pressing into him, loving the hard heat of his body.
For such a cold looking person, he was hotter than asphalt in August.
Lucifer unhooked her bra and pulled it off before she could get going again.
His hands automatically went to her soft tits, cupping them and thumbing her stiff nipples.
Brushing his lips over her ear, he purred, "Are those pretty pink knickers nice and wet for me?"
The gravelly rock slide of his words skipped down her spine like a stone over water, thunking to a splashing halt in her pussy. "Drenched, sir."
He smirked. "All right. Let's go to our room. I don't want that cat of yours critiquing my performance."
Hermione grinned and pulled him off the couch with her, dragging him to their room.
Once the door clicked shut, Lucifer let his trousers drop to the floor and kicked off his shoes.
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off while she flicked on the other lanterns and climbed into bed.
When she went to take off her knickers, he stopped her. "No. I'll do that."
Hermione smiled and nodded, watching him strip for her.
He looked tasty. Like white chocolate.
When he peeled off his boxers, her musings on his pallor were forgotten.
His dick looked very healthy: heavy and full.
Lucifer rested one knee on the bed then crawled toward her. Her legs parted for him like the Red Sea.
Settling over top of her, he ground his dick along her damp gusset. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes!" she gasped, digging her fingers into his back as he started to rock against her. "Please take off my knickers, sir."
He chuckled and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking at her pulse. "All in good time," he muttered.
Her skin tasted like whipped cream. He couldn't stop licking her.
Hermione moaned as he lapped a wet trail down the center of her body.
His tongue delved into her navel as his fingers pinched her nipples to sharp peaks.
Her body wouldn't stay still; she was twitching and bucking under him as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Chills shot up her spine, making every hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
When he finally sank down to her pink panties, she was ready to mash his face into her pussy and suffocate him with her appreciation.
She didn't though.
He did it all on his own.
Lucifer could smell her growing arousal through that last lacy layer.
Brushing his nose over the damp patch at the front, he gave her nipple one last tweak before sliding his hands down to her hips.
Catching the satin strings at the sides, he rolled her knickers down her legs, watching the unveiling with a small smirk.
Her pubic hair was noticeably wet along her slit.
Tossing her knickers over his shoulder, he sank down to her sweet muff.
This was the best seat in the room.
His nose ran over her inner thigh and then, grazing across her labia, did the same to her other thigh.
Parting her with two fingers, he held open her lips and surveyed the area. It was perfect.
Her juicy shine begged for his tongue.
Licking up her center, he indulged in her sweetness.
Her core was glistening red, ripe as a raspberry. He suckled her inner lips, pulling the wine from her chalice.
Her back arched off the bed as he smothered his face in her sex.
His nose was all over her clit, his breath shooting a breeze through her interior.
His tongue was at her entrance, lapping up everything he couldn't reach with his lips.
Hermione wasn't petting his head anymore, she was tearing at his hair.
She didn't want to hurt him, but a person grabs at what they can when they're being pushed overboard; and she was dangling from the guardrail by her fingertips.
Lucifer shook his head back and forth so the slick mass of her engorged nub bumped over the bridge of his nose.
"L-Luc---oh, fuck~" She screamed his name, and her muscles pulsed against his tongue.
Her entire body had drawn itself into a tight arch, her fingers clamping into his skull.
He couldn't help grinning himself as she jerked against his face.
When Hermione relaxed and stopped wailing, he came up for air, ready to fuck her until she screamed like that again.
Lucifer climbed up and settled his hips against hers, grinding his length into her sopping center.
Reaching between them, he aimed his knob into her silken heat. "Is this what you've been thinking about all day?"
Hermione smiled, with a little blush on her face, "Yes, sir. It's been a wet day."
He carefully slid inside, holding back his groan as her body accepted him.
He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her body while fighting his dwindling restraint.
The urge to fuck her through the mattress was overwhelming.
Perhaps that was due to the prolonged snogging session on sofa.
Hermione's jaw dropped as he filled her.
There was no more room inside her.
No room for racing thoughts.
No room for worry.
No room for sadness.
This was all she needed: the here and now of his cock driving the darkness out of her with every thrust.
His face was glinting with her juices.
It was one of the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
And Lucifer was staring at her with enough heat to singe off her eyebrows.
Catching his face in both hands, she pulled his mouth on top of hers and kissed him the way he deserved to be.
Lucifer sank into the sweetness of her mouth. It added a whole new layer of sensation.
She was a parfait of pleasure. Her tongue penetrated his mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy.
Or was he enveloping her tongue as she enveloped his cock? That was a zen riddle he wasn't up for pondering at the moment.
His engorged knob prodded her depths, sending vibrations all the way from her pussy to her stomach.
His thrusts reverberated throughout her entire body.
She didn't feel like crying of him not remembering her birthday, instead Hermione felt strangely calm and euphoric.
If he continued circling his hips like that, she was going to be screaming into his mouth in a few minutes.
He kept grinding into her and then giving her a few slow thrusts.
It was maddeningly perfect.
Lucifer grunted as her legs tightened around his hips. It wasn't just her softness that made him insane, it was her openness.
She didn't hold anything back. Good or bad.
If she was sad, she cried.
If she thought his cock was gorgeous, she told him.
If she wanted his lips sealed against hers as they rutted on the eyelet comforter, she made it impossible for him to resist.
He wasn't used to such honesty.
Hermione slid her hands around to his back, running her palms over the muscles; she was hungry for his strength.
Constantly being the strong one was bloody exhausting.
Lucifer pulled his lips from hers and caught his breath. She looked so bloody beautiful beneath him.
He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Do you like that?"
Hermione nodded. "Please don't stop!"
Lucifer smirked. He wanted to stay inside her until his dick was so saturated with her cream he could wring it into his morning coffee.
"Is your pussy ready to sing for me?"
She gasped as he nipped at her neck. "Yes, please make it scream!"
Lucifer chuckled into her warm skin. "It sounds perfect to me. Hearing you scream my name is excellent, but it can't hold a candle to this wet little pussy."
Hermione shivered as his scratchy whisper tickled her ear. "You're driving me insane."
He laughed, muffling the sound in her shoulder, "I think you're ready to come. Would you like to be on top this time?"
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