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Hermione Granger was a woman on a mission, her mind hell-bent on her latest line of thought. She was covered in a series of silencing spells, notice-me-nots, and other masking charms and spells. She was currently tracking her best male friend, Harry Potter, through the halls of Hogwarts. She had placed a tracking charm on him, something she felt was shameful but necessary, and was following the signature through the many twists and turns of the old castle.
She came to a door that was heavily charmed, but it wasn't anything beyond her skill. She began by placing the same charms she had cast before on her onto the door, to not alert it is open, then opened it slowly and closed it just as slowly behind her. When it fully closed she turned and was assaulted by three things that caught her off guard: the smell of raw, un-diluted sex, the sounds of said sex, and the vision of it.
Harry Potter: shy, clueless, moody Harry Potter was currently hammering into a girl from behind. The raven locks of the rather beautiful young woman grasped in his fist as his other hand rested on her hip as he powered into her. He was grunting like a wild animal and it was then she realized how different he looked. He must have been wearing some kind of powerful glamour because he was no longer scrawny and underfed. He was toned, tall, and had the most delicious tan to his skin… with no tan lines. She covered her mouth, forgetting she had the charms on her as she heard Harry speak, his voice rich and deep.
"Come on n-now, Daphne… don't make this harder on yourself. Say it… you know you want to." She saw him smirk as he pulled out from her, caressing her pale cheeks with his slicken, glistening length. It was not ridiculously long, but he had a thickness to him that would stretch a girl out and then some. She heard the girl, the Ice Princess of Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass whine in protest before she looked at him with a shudder, biting her lips before growling.
"M-Merlin y-you're a bastard, F-Fine! F-Fuck me, Harry. M-Make it so I walk funny tomorrow, a-and leak for hours."
Hermione saw her blush and then groan out in undisguised delight as he slammed back into her. This time both of his hands were on her hips as he powered into her over… and over again. He was a machine and Hermione could not help but be mesmerized by the scene in front of her. She even moved over a bit for a better look as the two teens rutted in front of her. It didn't last much longer, but from the looks of it, they had been going at it for quite some time. She heard Harry grunt and growl and Daphne let out a submissive, but pleased moan as Harry was no doubt filling her with his seed.
Daphne shuddered and slumped onto the desk she was bent over and panted heavily as Harry pulled out of her. She let out another shudder and Harry grinned and spread her cheeks, admiring the sizeable load that leaked from her pussy.
"Mmm… even more than last time, I think."
She huffed at his remark and looked back, but the pleased smile and blush to her cheeks let Hermione know she was not upset. They shared a passionate kiss and then Daphne got dressed, straightening her robes and hair and looking every bit as prim and proper as always. The Ice Princess persona was back in full form. She nodded to him, and then took her to leave after one last kiss. Harry, still in nothing but his skin went over to another desk and muttered something. He took his wand and then pointed at the door.
"Aperi cum dico." There was a sound similar to chains that came from the door before. Hermione froze in surprise as Harry was looking right at her, his face a stoic mask.
"If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask, Hermione. Don't try and pretend like you're not there… the Map never lies." She could hear the capital 'M' when he said map, and she shuddered softly.
She cancelled the silencing charm and spoke with a slight stammer,"C-Could you at least put on some robes first, H-Harry." She saw him chuckle before he put on his outer robes, sat on a chair, and then with a flick of his wand another chair appeared in front of him. He gestured to it and waited for her to take the invitation.
It was barely twenty seconds before his best female friend was sitting across from him. Her face was a jumble of different emotions all aimed at him: Anger, Confusion, frustration… desire, and need. It made him inwardly smirk and he looked her over, which made her shudder before she cleared her throat.
"F-First… Harry, I want to know how you… look like that! What happened to you? Was it a ritual of some kind…. o-or some old spells? Can I learn them if it was… I-I think I would like being tan." She blushed and shuddered at the feral growl that came from his throat. She watched as he licked his lips and leaned forward, looking at her intently with those searing emerald eyes. At this close proximity, she could not only smell the lingering perfume from Daphne but their combined not-so-subtle scents.
"No spells, no rituals, just some potions and a lot of sun. The potions were to do away with my scrawny hide and fragile body. I spent the whole summer out of Great Britain, 'Mione. Wanna know where?" She nodded and he grinned at her with a wink that made her knees jelly. "Well… the first portkey put me in the Cayman islands where I met up with Moony. After two weeks there I was on a trip to Jamaica, followed by Haiti, The Dominican Republic, and then finally Puerto Rico. Did you know that Great Britain is the only magical country that has an underage restriction law?" He saw her fume softly before she looked about ready to start a little rant, but he cut her off.
"I had just watched Sirius die, Hermione. He fell through the veil of death and Dumbledore was shipping me back to my relatives to be in misery. Moony, though, was with me… every step of the way. He helped me out of my funk before I even got really into it. Sirius left me everything… every last knut he had as well as a few other things."
He showed her his right hand, and on it for a few seconds gleamed the head of house ring for the Black family. He smirked at her surprised gasp before he went on. "Sirius left me a letter, telling me to live my life… be a teenager. So, I decided, with Moony's help, to do just that. Nothing illegal, no, we were responsible in that sense… but man did I have fun." He smiled at her, that lopsided grin of his that made her glad she was his friend.
"Moony said I made Sirius' years at Hogwarts look like a firstie trying to play with the big boys." He laughed at her indignant look and kept on. "Oh, I was sure to use protection, and there are potions for any nastiness just in case. Nothing came up though, so that was good." He leaned back and crossed his legs, and Hermione was reminded he was nude under his robe and she got an eyeful. "Then I came back and realized I was supposed to have been in Durzkaban for nine weeks… couldn't have me having a good summer, can we?" He showed her a necklace he lifted from his neck. She hadn't even seen it.
"This little piece of sweetness cost fifty thousand galleons, but it is the secret to my Hogwarts success. Powerful glamor charms enchanted onto goblin gold, with a just as powerful type of notice- me-not so that no one asks where the necklace came from. It does a few other nifty things, but you don't have to know about those." He smirked softly and then leaned back, gesturing for her to finally speak.
"So you got yourself in better shape, you're healthy, you had a good summer… and you decided you would just sleep your way through Hogwarts?" She huffed softly, and he detected hints of jealousy in that anger. He raised an eyebrow and she kept going. "Not only that, but you are going out at all times of the night to a classroom to do it!
You couldn't find someplace safer to do it, or even not do it at all! You need your sleep, Harry James Potter, and what if you are found by a teacher! Can you imagine if Prof. McGonagall finds you, or worse, Prof. Snape?! Why is it that every year there is something with you?
First, it was that stupid book, and now I find out you are… a-are fucking Daphne Greengrass of all people!" She was really on a roll, and she went on for another few minutes before she sat back down, panting and looking very upset. She looked at Harry who wasn't mad, or frowning, he was smiling, SMILING at her. She geared up to pump out another rant when, like lightning, he got up and put a finger to her lips. She shut up quickly and blushed at his touch.
"And tell me, Hermione, what is wrong with Daphne? And don't say she's a Slytherin, because I am sure you know very well the Hat almost put me there, and I have been very Slytherin to hide all of this." He grinned lightly and she flushed again before he flicked his wand and her chair expanded. He sat beside her and caressed her cheek softly. "Now, let me see if I help that pretty head of yours understand all of this." She blushed and he chuckled softly.
"I'm not sleeping my way through Hogwarts, there is very little sleeping going on." He smirked before he went on. "The book belongs to Prof. Snape. His mother's maiden name is Prince, thus the Half-Blood Prince. It's not cheating if it helps, you know. I am atrocious at potions, no thanks to that git." He chuckled and smiled. "The only reason you found me, Hermione, is cause I let you find me. I know you've been in the common room these past two weeks, the Map is very good, also I am not fucking just Daphne." This time his smirk was smug, and he looked almost superior for a moment.
"W-Who else?" She was getting distracted by the caress on her cheek and the soft stroke of her leg.
"Oh… Lavender was first. She found out, I had forgotten my necklace one morning, not used to wearing it, and she saw me looking like this. She was confused at first, but when I explained some things to her, not everything mind you, but some, she accepted it. She then basically wanted me to pay for her silence… and well,
"She's not exactly been very silent." He chuckled lightly at Hermione's huff. "She told Pavarti, and after some proof, I had to… er, silence her too. Then her sister." He shrugged at Hermione's gasp and went on, soothing her with his touch.
"Those three ladies spread it around their trusted circle and well… Daphne came soon after that. Then, to my surprise, came Pansy. I know, trust me… I know." He stalled her almost disgusted look. "She wears similar glamours as I do, to keep the older Slytherins from her. Anyway, then it was Milicent… she blossomed this summer too." He thought for a moment. "Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot… oh, and uh." He coughed and looked not shy, but slightly shamed as he muttered.
"What was that, Harry?" She asked, barely listening as his touch was so… hypnotizing. She blinked when he stopped and came out of her slight trance. "Who else is there, Harry?" He gave her a sheepish grin before he spoke again.
"Luna Lovegood." He gave her another grin as her eyes widened.
"What! L-Luna?! But… w-when… she's a 5th year, Harry! M-Merlin don't tell me you're… with Ginny too!" She was surprised when he made a disgusted face, shuddering.
"Oh, sweet Merlin no! Not only would I have Molly on my ass, but all of her brothers… I like my bits intact thank you very much." He shuddered again. "Besides, she… would automatically assume we're going to be married right after or something, no thanks." He chuckled. "Luna actually came to me with my glamour on, asking me in private if I could make a woman out of her. She said she wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and well… I delivered. She is a good girl, and when she saw me drop my glamour she didn't even hesitate. She is really… weird on the outside, but when you are alone with her she is a really down-to-earth girl… and fuck is she kinky, and fucking flexible!" He laughed as he got a 'Language Harry!' with a swat to his arm.
"I am a 16-year-old male, Hermione. While I know I should be worried about my schooling and the like, I need to do other things. I quit the team cause it was too much pressure on top of my classes. Not only is all this… sex damned fun, it's good for my health." At her incredulous look, he scoffed. "What, the brightest witch of her age does not know the health benefits of sex?" At her blush and soft head shake he caressed her cheek again.
"No problem, let me tell you. Not only does it help with stress and the like, but it also improves moods and can relieve headaches. Sex for witches and wizards also helps with maturing their core. It strengthens them and also helps with their stamina. I still exercise in the morning, and in the night… well, I fuck." He shrugged. "Helps me sleep too, usually have two girls in one night." At this he locked his gaze with hers, making her eyes widen and a cute gasp escapes her lips.
"While I would never force you, or any girl for that matter, Hermione… I would be lying if I said I wouldn't want to bed you." He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, hand on her side and cheek as he spoke.
"It would be in a bed too. Proper, comfortable. Sweet and slow, hard and fast… anyway you'd want it." He growled and nipped her ear gently, making her shudder and let out one of the whines he heard from Daphne. "You wouldn't be my only girl… but I would never want to share you. You'd be mine alone… just like the rest of them." He gave her neck a bite this time and heard her whisper close to his ear.
"A-Are you… t-telling me I'd be part of an H-Harem, Harry?" He chuckled softly and then made her lose all cognitive function as he gave her a kiss that made her body tense and then melt. It went from a simple lip lock to a full-blown 'snog' as it was called in the walls of this ancient school. When he broke away he stroked her cheek lightly.
"In a way, yes, Hermione. The difference being that you would be treated with respect, and never forced to do anything. If you'd like, it can not even happen for you… you can just, know about it but keep it to yourself." He stroked her cheek and then she surprised him with the determination in her voice and eyes.
"H-Harry James P-Potter! I-If you think.. f-for one minute that I-I am going to let a chance like this go… w-well you've got another thing coming." She only had one thought in her head: Fuck Harry Potter. Well, alright, a few thoughts, but that was the main one. She had been crushing on him for the past three years, and if she had to do this… to be close to him, and be happy? Damn right she would be all over him. They were then in another strong lip-lock, hands going to her hips and holding her close as their tongues danced for dominance with each other while their hands roamed each other’s bodies. When they broke apart Hermione was quick to start shedding her robes, causing Harry to laugh softly. She was immediately self-conscious, but he was not the oblivious boy anymore. He caught on immediately and then tugged her close, growling into her neck.
"Don't you start that train of thought, Hermione Jean Granger, you're a gorgeous woman. Yes… I said gorgeous." He huffed and gave her another kiss that made her get that heat back. "Just because other boys in the school can't see it, doesn't mean that I can't. Now, you're going to stand up… I am going to join you, and then I am going to strip you. I am going to take off your robes, then your blouse… and then your bra. I am going to caress your exposed breasts, hear you moan, and then suckle them until you beg me to stop." He saw her face getting redder but he kept going. "When you do that I am going to trail down and then take off your skirt and shoes. I am going to step back, admire you in your knickers and socks… and then get rid of your knickers. I am going to inspect your sweet body, and you'll feel like a piece of meat… all the girls did, but it won’t be like that." He gave her another kiss and stood up with her, whispering into her ear as he stood behind her and started to slowly take off her robes.
"When your knickers are gone, and all you're wearing is cute little pink socks, I am going to sit you on the bed and spread your legs. I'm going to kneel in front of you and then, after gazing at what is no doubt a beautiful pussy, I am going to get right to make you moan. I am going to kiss, suckle, slurp, finger, and otherwise orally assault your sweet lips until once again you beg me to stop."
Hermione could only listen as he described what he was going to do to her, only mildly surprised he knew her socks were pink. His breath trailed down her neck as he kept on. "And then… when all of that is done, I am going to take my cock… if you are ready for it, and slip it into you nice and slow. I won’t stop until every inch is inside of you… and then, then we will get down to it. For your first time, I will make sweet love to you, bend your body's needs and desires to my will, to send you to pleasurable heights you have never gone before… and then take you past those. By the time you are a writhing mess of beautiful putty in my hands, you'll be unsure if it was all a dream or not." He gave her a kiss after turning her head. "Do you think you're ready for that, Hermione?"
For a moment she wanted to ask him if he was crazy as if everything he had just promised her did not sound like the most amazing thing in the world. Instead, she gave him another kiss, intending to tell him through that just how silly of a question that was. He kissed her back with the same gusto, and with one hand his wand was working off to the side. When they broke apart she saw there was a bed, king-sized if she guessed right, with silk sheets and curtains galore. He winked at her and then led her over to it, giving her a kiss and then sitting. His hands got back to work on stripping her of her clothes and he did just as he said he would, leaving her topless. He caressed the little bit of the belly she had acquired thanks to the reading and nibbling on snacks and then gave it a soft kiss. She gasped and he winked up at her before she was sitting on his lap, his hands caressing her body before his lips nibbled on her lower lip and then trailed over to her neck. Soon she felt his hands on her breasts and he sighed softly.
"Let me guess, 'Mione, about a 30C?" He asked as he caressed her chest almost lovingly, not listening for a response before he attached his lips to her pert nipples. Starting to suckle and lick nice and slow. Massaging her sides and back with soft motions of his hands as his lips and tongue worked on her exposed breasts. She had touched herself before, she would be lying if she denied it, but to have another person, a man do this was… oh so wonderful.
He was not rough or overly sloppy with his lip service, and that added to the sensation. He was careful, sweet, and worked her over with obvious skill. She briefly wondered how many girls he had bedded, or women for that matter, but then that thought was stricken from her mind as he gave her nipple a little tug. She shuddered at the new sensation and then he repeated the action on her other nipple. This went on for a good few minutes before she gave a light tug on his head. He stopped and gave her a grin.
"Ready for the next part then?" He didn't smirk or have that smug grin, but she could feel the small bit of triumph coming from him. She nodded regardless though and he nodded back. He helped her off his lap and then actually kneeled before her, hands reaching down and helping her take her shoes off. He caressed her shin softly and then reached up to take off her skirt.
With a flick of his wand and her clothes went to rest and fold neatly on a side table. He then, once again, did as he said he would. He looked her over, his eyes almost scrutinizing her appearance. She did feel… like an object, that was until he gave her a kiss and after kneeling again took off her pink knickers. He hummed and then pressed his lips to her skin again. "May I… do something a little extra?" She was a blushing mess, but she nodded softly. He smiled and with a muttered incantation her socks snaked upward more and soon she was wearing thigh-high stockings. He sat her down on the bed and spread her legs softly, caressing her now stocking-clad thighs with a low groan.
"Merlin, Hermione, you look… amazing. I knew you would… I've wanted to do this for a while, I hope you know that." At her unbelieving look, he gave her belly a soft kiss. "It's true… ever since I saw you at the ball, I couldn't help but wonder what you would be like in bed, but more so as a girlfriend."
She gasped at his little confession, and then made her gasp again as she felt his breath on her exposed lips. He caressed her thighs and looked up at her with a low growl. "All trimmed, Hermione? All for me?" He smirked and winked before her gave her pussy that gaze he told her he would, stroking her outer lips with his thumbs and then spreading her slowly with them. He breathed hotly on her before he gave one more growl. "Let’s see if you taste as good as you look."
So many thoughts and emotions went through Hermione as he started his oral assault. First was how she had gone from confronting her friend to getting knowledge on his new life, to a personal demonstration. She was ashamed she was doing something in school, ashamed she was succumbing to this, and then pleased that he liked her enough for this. Her thoughts and reservations were pushed aside though as a spike of pleasure went through her.
She gasped and looked down to see Harry giving her a better demonstration of what he had learned. His tongue and lips were making her body shudder and spasm softly in pleasure. It was then she caught her own moans and scent filling the room, and it made her blush in the naughtiness of it all. She wanted to giggle at it all, but all she could manage was a moan of bliss.
She started to whimper and let out more frequent moans of delight as she bucked into his lips and squeezed down on the tongue inside of her. She was surprised yet again by not only the pleasure, but the unexpectedness of his fingers slowly entering her. It was just one at first, but then the second entered and she let out a very un-ladylike groan as he expertly worked her over.
Not only was he working her to a marvelous peak, but she had a feeling she would want nothing than more this after they were done. His thumb and tongue alternated between paying attention to her clit and gentle caresses of her outer lips before she saw spots and was only barely aware of the sounds she was making. She was used to personally induced orgasms, but this was a different animal altogether.
Her gasps and moans accentuated her bucking hips as she had what was quite arguably the best orgasm of her life. One hand was tangled in the sheets, and the other was tangled in his unruly hair as she held him close as her orgasm ripped through her. For several long minutes, or hours she couldn't tell, she panted and shuddered under him. She felt his thighs and lips get licked clean before he wiped his mouth and licked his lips and fingers.
He looked up at her and this time he had a smug grin on his face, giving her a wink with a low hum as he stroked her thighs.
"Having fun, Hermione?" He winked at her and she huffed, blushing furiously as she leaned back and recovered with heaving breaths. She watched idly as he stood up and took off his robes, his body coming into view again, and she got a better look from this closer proximity. He was not a chiseled Adonis, but he was fit and delectable. Her body was flushed, but with how much she was blushing as she looked at his twitching length, she was sure she looked like a tomato.
He leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss, whispering against her neck afterward. "Do you want to continue, Hermione? Once I take this from you, that's it…" She bit her look, a look that made him want to just take her right there, but he refrained. She shuddered and then reached up with her legs and tugged him closer by his hips. He smiled and nodded, kissing her again before he took his wand and muttered two spells. One turned pink when it hit her belly (she noticed it was a contraception charm) and another turned blue when it touched her puffy pussy lips. She looked up at him in confusion and he winked. "You'll see."
She nodded softly and then, thighs in hand, he spread her and lined up his twitching, leaking length with her pussy. He went nice and slow, and after a little resistance from her being so tight, his thick tip slipped into her. He groaned softly at how warm and tight her walls were and then slowly started to sink into her. He let out a deep pleased growl as he took her for his very own, this was it… she would be his now. When he got to the little physical barrier that was her virginity he gave her a wink and then pushed right on through.
She gasped when she didn't feel any pain, but a spike of pleasure. That's what that spell was for… and it did its job perfectly. She groaned out in sweet delight as he filled her with every inch of his thick, throbbing dick, his own shudder of delight making him look that much more delicious. He licked his lips and then leaned down to kiss her, starting to slowly make love to her.
It was bliss for both of them, but the spell he used on her made it better for her. He wanted her first time to have nothing but pleasure, and that spell made it so any discomfort or pain was turned into pleasure. He would use it the first and second time, so her body could get used to the new sensations, but after that, it would be just them. He held her close as he rocked in and out of her at a pace that was near torturous, but she couldn't help but moan in delight at this. Her moans were honey to his ears and he thrust with precise, if not slow thrusts to hear more of them out of her. His thrusting was slow, but deep and stretched her to her limits. His hands held her by her thighs when he straightened his back to watch her body move in all the right places as he took her.
She looked up at him, and through pants managed to speak, "M-Merlin, Harry… f-faster… p-please." It came out in a needy whisper, and he was more than happy to oblige. Her following gasp when he pulled out and slipped back in faster made him hiss in his own pleasure before his pace started to get faster, deeper. The rhythmic slapping of their flesh against each other, not to mention the moans and scents that filled the room, was like a symphony of sin.
Harry couldn't help but admire her body, delicious as it was, jiggling and bouncing in time with his thrusts. He sped up a little more and gave her firmer thrusts when she begged for it, and it was she that went off the edge first. She didn't give off a cute moan, or soft whimper like with her first orgasm, no she practically screamed. Not just any scream though, no, it was a scream of pleasure… and in his name.
Her body was wracked with a seizure of pleasure as her second orgasm rocked through her. Her walls clamped around his invading member and he then gave a shuddering, loud groan of his own as he pumped into her. He filled her to the very brim with his hefty load, continuing to thrust and grind, though at a slower pace, as he pumped her full of his essence.
Harry leaned down to kiss her deeply, softly grinding against her as she panted and through deep breaths returned the kiss. He nuzzled her neck and hummed, panting himself and whispering against her ear as he nibbled it.
"I hope your first time was as wonderful as you hoped." She looked up at him, dazed softly, her untamable hair lightly matted against her face as there was a small sheen of sweat on her body. She gave him a grin that was just as goofy as a pleasure-wracked brain could manage."I-I hope… w-we c-can do this a-a-again sometime, Harry." She gave him another kiss and he growled, starting to pull out of her, only to slip right back in, making her moan.
"Who said we were done, Hermione?" He gave her neck a nibble and then this time started to power into her. She was caught off guard by the sudden quick, powerful thrusting, but she could do nothing but moan and enjoy it.
By the time the two were done, it had been nearly 6 am. Hermione and Harry were exhausted. Both were covered in various fluids from each other, along with a nice sheen of sweat to go with it. Harry had kept the promise he made to her. She was unsure if the previous night had even happened, but the lack of clothes and the overall satiated sensation coursing through her told her otherwise. He gave her a sweet kiss on the lips and tugged her close.
"Sleep, my 'Mione, I know you're tired." She wanted to scold him, scoff, but she couldn't. She was in too much of a happy place, and she was not complaining about that in the slightest. She nodded against his chest as he held her, and in almost an instant she was asleep. Harry watched her sleep, and then calling his trusted elf Dobby, got everything cleaned up and the room secured even more.
He was thankful it was a Sunday, so they could sleep in and not be bothered. Harry smiled as he drifted off to sleep, so glad he finally got to have his beautiful friend. He would keep to his word though; she would be his and his alone. No other man would touch her… so what if he had a whole slew of other women to please, he could use a little happiness in his life.