Stealing Witches Cap 1.

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All characters involved are over 18 years old.

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Anger, rage, betrayal, resentment and contempt. Those were the emotions that came over him as he recalled the actions of the person who supposedly claimed to be his best friend, Ron had abandoned them. No second thoughts, no reason or warning. Harry had always thought that if there was one person he could always trust besides Hermione, it would be the youngest Weasley. How could he not when he was his best friend, had been together with him practically from the beginning, had trusted the redhead with all his experiences, fears and dreams. He had been by his side in all his adventures, trusting that he would always have his back.

But apparently, he had been wrong, when they needed him the most, he had just abandoned them. And the worst part was that he wasn't the one who was most hurt by his departure, Hermione was also deeply affected by the decision the ginger had made. Her mood had dropped dramatically. Although, she tried to hide it as best she could, but he could hear her crying herself to sleep every night since Ron left.

Harry hated that, he hated how Ron had made her feel, how he had hurt her. Even though the foolish ginger supposedly claimed to have feelings for her. Though in reality he had only been a coward in the face of those emotions and had never done anything about it. And the consequences were that Hermione was suffering because of his actions, but this had been the straw that broke the camel's back. But come to think of it, until now he couldn't understand how someone as beautiful, kind, courageous and intelligent as Hermione had been able to develop feelings for someone like Ron. Who was practically the complete opposite of her, not only was he lazy, stupid, clumsy, but also a complete wimp.

Harry didn't know how he hadn't noticed it until now, but Ron's presence alone always slowed them down and hindered both him and Hermione. Many of their problems had been because of him, like when he made Hermione cry with his coarse and mocking words, which caused her to end up in the ladies' bathroom and he had to be the one to go find her and save her from the troll. Ron just followed him as he always did, but he was the one who jumped on top of the troll and prevented Hermione from getting hurt or worse.

But that wasn't the only time Ron hurt Hermione, when he had the chance to invite her to the Yule Ball, he chickened out and let someone else beat him to the opportunity. He ended up ruining the party for everyone with his tantrum, but not only did he ruin the party, he ruined his chance to ask Hermione if she wanted to go to the ball with him. Because he was aware of his friend's feelings for Hermione, he decided not to ask her. Even though he knew that Hermione would be a perfect match for him, not only because she was his best friend, but because he had always been aware of her beauty, he always thought of her as one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts.

Although almost everyone thought otherwise, but they were all stunned when they saw her at the ball. Although to him, she had only had her hair done, she looked as pretty as ever. She was always this pretty, and that was something that had only gotten better with time.

Even now, with her mood at rock bottom and in the condition, they were in. She maintained her feminine, warm beauty. And this time, Harry wasn't planning on letting his chance slip away.

Maybe it should have always been that way. After all, he could take care of her, he could make her smile, he could be everything she needed. Her hero, her friend, and the man to satisfy her every desire.

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“How are you feeling?” Harry asked, sneaking up on her.

Hermione was slightly surprised at the direct question, looking at him for a few seconds before answering him in her muffled voice and not sounding at all convincing. “I'm fine.” She said, trying her best to hide her sadness and disappointment.

In previous opportunities, Harry would have left her alone, but not this time.

“We don't need him, if you know that right? At the end of the day, we knew it would be up to us, as always. Sooner or later, Ron would be left behind. Although, I didn't expect it to be willingly this time.”

 Hermione confused and surprised at his strong words, told him.

“You shouldn't say that, he's your friend. Besides, I'm sure he'll end up coming back, he just needs time.”

“Why are you still defending him, after everything he did to us. After he abandoned us.” Harry shouted back, angry and indignant that she was still trying to justify her actions. “If he was really my friend, he wouldn't have abandoned me. If he really had feelings for you, he wouldn't have left you.”

This time Hermione looked much more hurt by his words. And not knowing how to respond, she tried to escape. But this time, Harry wouldn't let her go so easily, holding her by the arm and holding her in place before telling her.

“I don't understand you, I really don't. I always thought of you as the smartest and brightest person I had ever met, how can you think that Ron will really come back? He's a coward and a traitor; he has been from the beginning. Only he could think of abandoning us in the middle of the most important and difficult mission of our lives. All our friends and the magical world depend on our success, but he decided to abandon us anyway.”

 “Harry let me go.” She demanded as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. But he refused, saying.

“Are you planning to leave me too? Are you planning to leave with him?”

“No, of course not. How can you even say that? I would never leave you.”

Flashing a pleased smile for the first time, Harry grabbed her tighter and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her against his torso. Making Hermione feel the locket dangling around her neck.

She had told him that he shouldn't wear it for too long, but it seemed he hadn't listened.

Examining his face more closely, Hermione noticed that even though Harry was smiling at her, it wasn't his usual smile. It was a much darker and more twisted one. Lifting one of her hands, Harry gently and lovingly caressed her face.

“I knew I could trust you, I'm sorry I had to push you like I did before, but I had to make you open your eyes. That's why I couldn't be anyone but you.”

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Harry leaned towards her and holding her face with both hands, joined his lips to hers. Hermione stood completely frozen for several seconds not knowing how to respond, but before she could even process it, she found herself kissing him back. Wrapping her hands around his neck, Hermione kissed him passionately, their tongues danced around each other as she felt Harry slide his hands from her face and begin to run them down her back to her ass and give it a firm squeeze, making her stifle her moan into his mouth. They kissed for long minutes, only breaking apart when oxygen became a dire need.

Lifting her gaze to his, she could see Harry looking directly at him, his green eyes seemed to glow with magic and lust. Leaning towards her, Hermione thought he would kiss her again, but he only whispered in her ear.

“It's just you and me, Mione. We don't need anyone else.”

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Night fell, Hermione was lying in her bed, reviewing the events that had transpired during the afternoon. After Harry had kissed her, he had acted normally, as if nothing had really happened. Confusion and disbelief dominated her emotions. So, she did the best she knew how, she analyzed the situation. She thought about her thoughts about Ron, about her relationship with Harry, she came to the conclusion that all this could have been avoided if she had fallen in love with Harry.

Although, she really always saw him as unattainable for her. Maybe she had feelings for Ron, but she always cared more about Harry, she always felt as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was the most courageous, selfless, strong boy she had ever met. She felt lucky just to be by his side, she had never dared to see him in a loving way and she was sure he saw her the same way. But this sudden change of attitude took her by surprise.

He had always resented Ron? Had he always been aware of the feelings he had for his best friend? She wasn't sure.

But her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed the presence of someone else in the room, surprised she instinctively stepped back and covered herself. Although she was wearing full-length pajamas, but unlike her, Harry was wearing his pants, as well as the locket that hung around his neck. Not being able to help but run her eyes down his body, she noticed how much he had changed from that scrawny, small boy she had encountered in her first year at Hogwarts. He had developed a decent musculature due to the hard quidditch training.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” she asked him. To which with a shrug, he replied.

“I was feeling lonely; I thought you might be feeling the same way. So, I figured why not keep each other company.”

“I don't think that's a good idea.” She told him, but Harry only laughed at her comment and replied.

“That never stopped me.”

And before she could answer him or stop him, he joined her on the small bed, forcing her to press herself against him. Harry stole her pillow and used it for himself, but in return he extended his arm and let her head rest on it before asking her.

“Comfortable?”

Hermione merely nodded, trying to fight her embarrassment, for indeed she was comfortable. Harry's body was solid, but very warm and comfortable, she could sleep this way for the rest of her life and she wouldn't have any problems.

“I should have joined you from day one.” Harry told him. “I wouldn't have had to put up with Ron's snoring and you smell so much better.”

This time, Hermione decided to play along and pointed with a slight smile.

 “I'm sure Ron wouldn't have taken kindly to us sleeping together.”

But letting out a dismissive snort, Harry told her.

“I don't care what Ron would have thought or felt. Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't have stopped me, he probably would have just thrown a tantrum as usual, he wouldn't have had the balls to confront me about it. The same way he did with Krum.”

Feeling bolder, Hermione dared to point that out. “You didn't invite me to the Ball either.” Lifting her gaze to him to see his reaction, she was momentarily startled when she saw real anger on his face. For a moment she came to believe that he would actually hurt her, but the feeling disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

“You're right, before I was a fool and a coward, I felt afraid to take what I really wanted for fear of feeling I didn't deserve it. But now I know what I want and I'm not afraid to take it, by any method necessary.”

For the first time, Hermione's gaze moved from Harry to the locket hanging around his neck before she told him. “Maybe you should take that off. You've been wearing it for too long.” Hermione reached out her hand towards him, trying to take it off, but Harry caught her hand quickly before she could get near the cursed object before telling her.

“No, I don't think I will. Since without this, I wouldn't have dared to do all this, it showed me the truth.”

“Harry, that is a dangerous and cursed object.”

“Do you really believe that? Because without this object, I wouldn't be here, in your bed. But only for you to believe that my feelings are true.” Harry said, surprisingly removing it before tossing it to the other side of the room.

Abruptly Harry changed position and positioned himself on top of her, capturing both of her hands and holding them above her head, having her completely immobilized before him. Unzipping her pajamas, he begins to undress her while leaving tentative kisses down her body.

“Harry.” He hears her gasp his name which only brings a smile to his face.

Opening her pajama top, revealing a plain boring white bra which covered her perky medium sized breasts, Harry was eager to explore and tease her pale mounds, but he decided to focus his attention elsewhere. Reaching down a bit further, he grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and pulled them down along with her panties. She lifted her hips to help him and he slid the cotton material over her smooth, toned legs, tossing them to the floor when they were off.

Starting at her lower legs, Harry began to leave kisses on the inside of her soft legs, while his hands slid up the outside. Hermione's legs slowly opened for him as he moved up, until he reached her soft, moist mound. With a leg over each of his shoulders, he lay on his stomach and began kissing her pussy as she ran her slender fingers through his scalp. Harry extended his tongue and slowly ran it between her lips, starting at the bottom and moving up, stopping just before her clitoris. Her hands squeezed his hair as he stopped, pushing it slightly forward, but he pulled back and moved back down to the underside of her labia. He extended his tongue and pushed it between her lips, this time pushing it deeper and again licked all the way up. This time, he did not ignore her clitoris and gave her a soft, brief kiss. Making her react, he lifted her hips and pushed them forward slightly, trying to prolong the contact.

“Oh, Harry.” She moaned his name again, prompting him to continue.

Harry had planned to tease her some more, but her needy, sexy moan made him throb in his pants. Sticking his tongue out again, he licked up to the top of her pink labia and ran it along the underside of the hood that covered her clit. She moaned again, wrapping her toned legs around his head. Harry looked up to see her lying back with her eyes closed, one hand in his hair and the other under her bra, groping one of her breasts roughly. Opening his mouth, he wrapped his lips over the top of her mound and swirled his tongue around her clit, making her arch her back off the bed.

“Oh, God, Harry! I'm going to...” Hermione screamed.

Her hips continued to buck against his face, her legs tightened around his head and her hands gripped his hair. Harry could feel her juices spilling down his chin as her breathing became rapid and agitated. With one last hard suck, she fell over the edge.

With a gasp, she clenched her hands into fists tightly in his hair, pressing his face against her pussy and her legs closed around his head, Hermione cummed hard. Harry lashed her clit with his tongue hard and swirled his tongue around it again as her body began to calm down. A few moments later, her body relaxed on the bed and her hands and legs released him from her tight, but pleasurable grip. Giving her pussy one last kiss, which made her shudder again, he moved between her legs as he stood up and removed his pants along with his boxers. His rock hard cock bounced as it was finally released, stopping directly in front of her. Looking down at Hermione, she had one arm over her face and was breathing heavily.

Rejoining her on the bed, he lay on top of her, pressing his cock against her soaking hot slit as he leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his length against her, her lips opening to embrace his shaft. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away to look at her.

“You don't know how much I've dreamed about this.” Harry told her.

Hermione looked back at him and smiled. Harry returned her smile and pressed his forehead against hers and pulled his hips back until his head was firmly pressed against her entrance.

“I'm going to ruin you for any other man.” Harry whispered hoarsely before thrusting into her.

Hermione inhaled sharply, her eyes widening just before Harry thrust his hips forward. Gasping with her mouth open, Hermione gasped as he gently pushed his hard cock into her. He felt her warm, slick walls open around his girth, spread open and then adjust to fit snugly around him.

Harry watched for any sign of pain as he drove deeper and deeper into her. But the pretty brunette only arched her back slightly, her eyes clouded in a haze filled with pleasure as he finally bottomed out. Harry paused, buried all the way in and gave her time to adjust to his size, but was placidly surprised when a panting Hermione pleaded with him in a halting tone.

“Don't stop.”

Smiling, Harry began to wiggle his hips. Moving slowly at first, he gradually increased his pace as she responded by wiggling her hips and letting out a slutty moan.

“You feel so fucking good, Mione. So tight and wet. Harry told her, before asking softly. “Does it feel good for you too?”

“It feels so good.” she moaned.

Leaning forward, he kissed her.

“Fuck me harder. I don't want to think about anything else, just make me feel good.” she whispered against his lips.

Harry pulled back more than halfway before sinking back into Hermione's depths with a quick plunge. Holding her by her hips, Harry looked down and watched his cock open her tight lips as he sank into her depths. Driven by the sight and sounds of the girl he loved, he fucked her harder and faster, a wet slap coming from between their bodies. Beneath him, Hermione moaned lasciviously against his mouth as he began to pound into her. Her walls fluttered and spasmed around his cock as he pounded her virgin depths.

“God, I'm cumming again!” Hermione screamed.

That was all the warning Harry got. He grunted as she tightened around him, a squeal escaping her lips as she arched her back. Smiling, Harry slid a hand down her body and began to furiously rub her clit. A loud, high-pitched scream escaped Hermione's lips and her legs kicked as she writhed on the bed. Because of her wild movements, his cock slipped out of her grip. A stream of fluids shot from her lips as he continued to mercilessly stimulate her over sensitive pearl.

Hermione continued to writhe and jerk, her eyes turning white. Her breathing seemed to stop for a second and then a third massive spurt of arousal drenched the bed. Finally, it all became too much for the brunette and Hermione roughly pushed her hand away from her clit. Panting and still trembling, Hermione covered herself protectively away from him, but he wasn't done with her yet. After all, he had yet to find his own release. So, holding her roughly, he repositioned her so that her ass was up and positioned for him while he pressed her face into the bed using his other hand.  Hermione merely let out a tired moan as he thrust back inside her.

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Even though he had been gone for a few days, Ron had never really left them. He had been following them, but at a distance far enough away that they didn't notice his presence. But after further thought, he had decided it was time to return. After all, he was sure they would forgive him, Hermione might reprimand him for leaving, but she would be happy once she saw that he had decided to return.

Ron was confident that she was devastated by his absence and that Harry was lost without him. So, he needed to go back to help his friends, and fortunately for him. The first person he saw was Hermione, who had just come out of the tent they had pitched. Hiding behind a tree in the distance, Ron watched her carefully, noticing that there was something different about her. For some strange reason, she looked different than usual. And he wasn't just saying that because of the change she had made in her clothes. She had taken off her thick jacket and was dressed only in a simple white top which showed her hard nipples due to the cold. That coupled with the tight jeans she was wearing which highlighted her perky, round, heart-shaped butt, Hermione looked so incredibly sexy.

Unleashing a thousand perverted thoughts running through his head, but before he could take any action, he was stopped in his tracks when he saw a shirtless Harry also leave the tent before approaching Hermione and hugging her from behind. And unlike what Ron thought Hermione would react with indignation and anger at Harry's action, she just smiled happily and let herself melt into Harry's arms.

All the nightmares that had haunted the redhead for years came true when he saw Harry lean over her and kiss her passionately and Hermione kissed him back with all the passion of a lover. She watched as Harry brazenly slipped a hand under her top and begin to rub her bare breasts, causing Hermione to let out a pleasurable moan and writhe against him, seductively pushing her ass against his crotch. When they finally broke apart Hermione was all smiles and blushes.

He had never seen her that way, she had never shown herself that way, her eyes reflected all the love, passion, affection and lust they felt and these were only focused on Harry.

But unlike her, Harry was paying attention to his surroundings and Ron could notice the moment a pair of emerald eyes rested on him, noticing his presence. But his best friend surprised him again. For, instead of looking embarrassed or regretful for his actions, he flashed a sinister smile before leaning towards Hermione again, but this time from kissing her, he whispered something in her ear.

After hearing what he had to say, Hermione's blush grew even deeper and she looked clearly nervous, beginning to analyze her surroundings. She was hesitant about whatever Harry told her, but it only took a few more words of encouragement for her to finally give in.

Ron watched helplessly as Hermione turned away before kneeling in front of Harry and beginning to untie his pants.

“No..., please don't.”  The redhead thought, disgusted and horrified, tightening his white-knuckled grip on the tree trunk in which he was hiding. If he had been half as brave as Harry, he would have had the balls to go in there and punch Harry and stop all this.

But he wasn't the heroic Harry Potter, he was the cowardly and fearful Ron Weasley.

So, he just stood motionless and watched as Hermione released Harry's huge, hard erection, watching him with glistening eyes as she stroked his length before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around him.

Hermione Granger, the girl he had liked since they were kids, was on her knees and holding his best friend's huge, glistening cock in her mouth in front of his eyes. Her pale throat swelled every time Harry delved into her, causing her to gag loudly as tears fell from her eyes. But none of that stopped her from continuing to stare with eyes of love and adoration at Harry as he brutally fucked her mouth.

When Harry pulled back, giving her time to breathe and recover. Hermione took a deep breath before smiling at him and leaning forward again quickly and eagerly to kiss the swollen tip of his cock. Flicking it with her tongue, she stretched her lips around the bulbous tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Ron noticed the moment his best friend, rested his eyes on him and gave him a smirk before turning to Hermione and hearing him say. ” Bloody hell, Mione. You've turned into one amazing cock sucker." The pretty brunette moaned around his cock at the compliment. “You know, anyone could see us right now. What if Ron suddenly decided to show up and see you like this? How do you think he'd feel if he saw the woman he loves sucking his best friend's cock so eagerly.”

Hermione only pulled away from his cock for a few seconds just to answer him.

“I don't care what he thinks, I only care about you and your cock.”

Smiling complacently, Harry compliments her by saying.

“Good girl, that's why you'll get your reward. Make sure you swallow it all.”

Grabbing her head with both hands, Harry pounded Hermione's throat mercilessly. Hermione struggled to keep up with his frantic onslaught, but her eyes glowed with determination to extract his delicious load. With a final grunt, Harry buried his cock to the hilt, pressing her nose against his groin before emptying himself into her throat.

 At the same time, several feet away a ginger also exploded inside his pants in tears. Harry had always had everything the youngest Weasley desired, fame, fortune, recognition and now he also had Hermione.

After Harry finally released Hermione from his grip, he helped her to her feet before lifting her into his arms and carrying her back to the tent as they shared a loving kiss. Neither of them minded his presence in the slightest. They had already forgotten about him in just a couple of days.

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Well, here is my first HP Fanfic. I had several drafts and several ideas, but in the end I leaned on this one and I think that unless it's very badly received I'll stick to this kind of scenarios. I wanted to try something different and give it a darker twist. Although I still think I can take it further, since I can have more freedom and not only use Harry as the main character, but also someone like Draco (of course it would give him a much better and interesting personality) and from there I could come up with some very funny and smutty stories. At least that's what I have in mind. So for this, I'd really like to know your opinion and thoughts, so please don't hesitate to leave your comment, I'd really appreciate it. That would be all, see you in the next update, until then.