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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"I feel so bad," she whispered.

Lucifer nodded and slid around to get her other leg, stroking her thigh. "I know. And I'm sure he knows too. You're allowed to feel bad for him, and that family of yours. But don't mistake that feeling for responsibility. You didn't kill him. You are no more to blame for his death than I am for Humanity's sins. Feel sad all you like, but don't twist that pain into guilt that doesn't belong to you."

Damn. He could read her. Like a book.

The tears spilled over, running silently down her cheeks. "How do I stop blaming myself?"

Lucifer stilled and set the soap back in the dish. He had to think about that. "By focusing on what you can do rather than what you can't."

His fingertips grazed her muff. "You are a very caring person, and I know you'll fight for those most in need."

His hand cupped her pussy, and Hermione turned to look at him. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Because he'd promised to help her.

Because it felt good to not be a cynical ass for once.

Because someone needed to take care of her.

"Because I don't want you to make the same mistakes as every other mortal who end up down there. Just consumed by guilt. You don't deserve that kind of pain." His finger wiggled between her lips, softly wiping through her folds.

"You deserve to be happy."

Hermione turned around in the tub, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He hugged her back, saying nothing about how she was soaking his clothes.

"Thank you, Lucifer. You deserve to be happy too."

No. He didn't.

But he wasn't about to argue with a tearful witch who had her wet, naked body pressed against him.

He was there to help her, not have his own past washed away.

"I guess I'm not going to need that shower tonight," Lucifer teased, kissing the side of her throat. "Are you still tired?"

She nodded and buried her face in his neck.

"Then I'll take you to bed and tuck you in. Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir."

His mouth curled into a smile. "We're almost done here. Just give me a second." He kept her against him with one arm and found the flannel, setting it on her lower back. "I said every inch."

The flannel slid between her cheeks, and Hermione sniffled a surprised smile into his neck.

It was embarrassing in a weird way that left her feeling cared for.

"Now the day's washed away," Lucifer purred with a peck to her cheek. "You can rest easy."

She would rest easier, but it would be because he was there with her.

He helped her from the tub and carefully dried her off with a fresh towel.

If any of his siblings could see how patient Lucifer was being with her, they'd think she had him under an Imperius.

He took her by the hand and led her to their now shared room, turning down the comforter and then covering her back up.

She smiled at him and wiggled down between the sheets.

She usually slept in pajamas, so being naked felt strangely sensual, all of her nerve endings flaring to life.

Lucifer put his boots at the foot of the bed so he could find them in the morning, and then he walked around to the other side of the bed.

He started to get in next to her when she leaned up on her elbow.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"

"Do you want me to?"

She nodded.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to do something just because we're naked."

"Okay."

He unbuttoned his shirt, noticing the way her eyes darkened. She curled on her side and watched him pull off his trousers.

He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and asked, "Everything?"

She smiled. "Yes, please." Having him leave on his boxers would be like putting shorts on Michelangelo's David.

He was bloody beautiful.

Lucifer laid out all his clothes carefully so they wouldn't get wrinkled then he set his black boxers on top and climbed into bed with her.

Hermione snuggled into him immediately, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around him.

She was still quite hot from her bath, which provided a stimulating contrast to the cold sheets.

With a deep sigh, she curled into his side and slid her foot against his calf.

Stroking his thumb along her shoulder, Lucifer glanced around her bedroom.

There were two watercolors on one wall: one a purple iris, the other a cluster of bluebells.

They were nicely done. All the other walls were bare.

He wondered why she didn't keep any photographs in their bedroom, if she was busy working on it from last year.

Bringing up her parents at a time like this was a bad idea; he'd ask some other time.

He preferred to stay quiet anyway.

If she wanted to talk, she would.

Silence was fine by him. Waving his hand, he put out the light.

Lucifer was now sure, her own room at Granger's residence would be pretty same with this one.

He would just have to join his private bathroom of the boy's dorm to this one. It would take a little time in removing all the enchantments, but not a big problem.

He had much time.

One thing, Lucifer noticed that her arrangements were being too much in order, it's definitely not normal behaviour.

Hermione closed her eyes, feeling the tickle of his chest hair against her cheek.

It was nice lying in bed with him for no reason.

Sex had always been a precursor to her sleep, but now they were just resting together. "Lucifer?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for staying with me."

"You're welcome. Try to get some sleep. It's been a rough day for you. Whatever you have to think about can wait until tomorrow."

That actually made her feel quite a bit better.

Usually her thoughts raced round like a snitch on the Quidditch pitch.

She could never clear her mind, that's the reason her Occlumeny is taking so much time to perfect, but just putting her thoughts on hold seemed feasible. "May I kiss you goodnight?"

Lucifer glanced down in her direction. "Of course you may."

Hermione shimmied up his body, touching his face in the dark to find his lips.

His jaw felt a little rough, from teenage body hair.

Her fingers ran over his lips, his breath a heated wisp on the pads of her fingertips.

Her lips found his, and she kissed him softly.

Hermione was slightly off target, but he turned his head and kissed her back, bringing them into alignment.

She wanted him to snog her into unconsciousness.

Lucifer felt her tongue tapping his lips.

Pulling away, he ran his fingers over her cheek. "Don't get me going. I don't want to lie here all night with my dick hard and ready."

Hermione ran her hand down his throat, memorizing the contours of his body.

His Adam's apple bobbed under her fingertips. "Are you okay with daily coming here at nights?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I don't want to be a burden. This must be depressing for you."

"You are not a burden. This is about me helping you. That isn't a strain. It's exactly why I'm here."

"But, I am feeling sad to force you to have sex with me. I don't like this."

"Most people don't. But it is necessary. Without it you wouldn't be human."

Hermione fell asleep thinking about that. Being a human was hard.

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