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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Lucifer's voice sounded echo-y and far away.

Dizzy and groggy, she opened her eyes to find herself on her back, staring at the curtains framing the top of his bed. 'What?'

“Did I fall asleep?” Her words sounded garbled and too loud for her ears.

“No,” he said from somewhere behind her head. “You fainted.”

A tiny piece of chocolate was placed on her tongue, and she murmured appreciatively.

“It didn’t help that you were trying to breathe with your face shoved into the bed.”

Lucifer had obviously rolled her over so she could breathe properly.

Hermione sucked on the chocolate, starting to feel better, grateful that the room had stopped spinning.

Turning her head, she looked around for him. He stood by the bed with his back to her.

Grinning at his naked bum, she tried to speak, but her mouth felt like the Sahara.

He turned back to her with a glass of something that looked like pumpkin juice.

“Can you sit?” he asked.

Hermione nodded and limply rolled to her side before pushing herself up on wobbling arms.

Rising shakily, she rested on her hip, not wanting to put any weight on her damaged bum.

Handing her the glass, he watched her suspiciously, as if she couldn’t be trusted to drink alone.

Hermione’s hand trembled, the orange liquid sloshing dangerously back and forth, almost spilling. 

'Blimey, maybe I can’t be trusted.'

The cold juice soothed her throat, and her tongue began to feel less like a bathmat.

She gulped it down without pause.

Lucifer took the glass and studied her, trying to ascertain if she was really all right.

Hermione slid down on her side, resting her head on her arm and let her eyes fall shut again.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

She smiled softly. “Everything.” There was no reply, just the soft sound of his feet padding across the floor.

Hermione peeked through her lashes and saw him entering another room. 

'Must be the bathroom. Speaking of which . . .'

She didn’t have the strength to walk just yet, but her bladder wasn’t bursting or anything.

She could wait. The soft sound of his return was followed by a blessedly cool cloth covering her forehead.

He wiped her face and neck then moved down to her chest.

Forcing her eyes open, she watched him swipe a flannel down her arms, wiping away the stickiness.

“You can’t walk back to your room reeking of come and sweat. Filtch’s cat will smell you even from miles away.

Hermione smiled a little hearing that, “I can’t walk at all. If I could, I’d be in the loo right now.”

Smirking, Lucifer got her some more chocolate, knowing the effect after reading his 3rd-grade Defense book, “Better build up your strength, I'll be playing Quidditch on Sunday....”

“Is it tomorrow? Or is it today? I have no idea what time it is.”

The side of his mouth tilted up, “Tomorrow, I ask you to not barge on my door for visiting Black Lake, and take a proper rest for once....”

“Oh. Okay.” She smiled and nibbled the chocolate as he resumed his cleaning.

Using the cloth to wipe her thighs, he removed the evidence of the past couple of hours.

Her pubic hair had started to stiffen with their combined fluids.

Lucifer looked down at his own thatch and realized his entire pelvis was coated with her nectar.

Re-wetting the cloth with his wand, he wiped his skin before rolling her over to get whatever had run down her arse.

He rinsed away the remaining lube and the stream of come that had seeped out of her while she lay on her back.

Hermione sighed as he worked. It was totally bizarre having him do most of the work.

“Try to stand,” he said after he’d finished.

With a creaky groan, she rolled to the edge of the bed and carefully slid to the floor.

If he hadn’t been standing right next to her, she would have just continued straight down until she was in a pile at his feet.

Luckily, his hand shot around her waist and caught her when her knees gave way.

He helped her straighten up, and she watched in disbelief as her legs wobbled and shook as if she’d just run a marathon.

After five small, shaky steps, Lucifer just held her arm, and when he was certain she wasn’t going to collapse, he let her walk on her own.

He pointed toward the door to the bathroom. “Can you manage?”

Hermione blushed and nodded as she limp-hobbled toward the door.

Falling back against the wall once she was inside, she rested for a few seconds before stumbling toward the toilet and emptying her bladder.

When she staggered back into the bedroom, he was picking up her clothes and smoothing out the wrinkles.

“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to his chair.

Easing into the furniture she’d bent over earlier, Hermione sat as he began to re-dress her.

Her eyelids felt weighted. 

'So tired.' The friction of her knickers on her blistered bum made her groan.

When he got on all her clothes, Lucifer looked at her as if he wanted to say something.

“It’s too risky for you to sleep here,” he said finally.

He also didn’t want to admit to her (or himself) that he wanted her to stay.

It would be nice to have a warm body in his bed for a change.

He’d enjoy pressing his chest into her back as he drifted off, cock nestled between her abused cheeks, one hand on her tiny breast, idly teasing her nipple until he fell asleep.

He could rest for a while then fuck her again when he woke.

Hermione smiled and nodded once. “I know, I don’t want to impose. You also deserve your privacy.”

He sighed. Maybe it was best that she thought he didn’t want her to stick around. It could become complicated very quickly otherwise.

After putting on his dressing gown and slippers, he walked her back, pausing when they reached the door to the hallway. “Be careful. If you’re caught, just mention my name.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Obviously.'

Smirking, Lucifer swatted her backside through her skirt. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me.....”

She buried the urge to do it again right there.

“Be ready for my Quidditch match on Sunday. Assuming you can walk by then....”

A chagrined smile pulled at her mouth as she opened the door and crept into the dark hallway.

Her legs wobbled, and she had to place a steadying hand on the wall.

'I will definitely beat that darn Tentacula one day!' Hermione thought, cheering herself up, then started her long, bow-legged trek back to her room.