Harry never imagined what would happen if he returned to the common room so late at night. All he wanted was to sleep. Instead, he was greeted by Hermione's form draped across the large Gryffindor common room sofa.

Harry froze in shock at the sight of his best friend lying on the couch, smiling sensually and looking up at him from under her thick lashes.

"Hermione?" he asked. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" he didn't want to know why Hermione was lying in such an un-Hermione position.

"I've been waiting for you, Harry." She said, purring the words as she moved to stand, and in the process, exposing to Harry the embarrassing (and arousing) fact that Hermione was completely naked under her robes.

"Hermione, what are you—"

Harry's words cut off when Hermione pounced on him, knocking him backward into a strategically placed chair.

"What the hell, Hermione?!" Harry hissed as her nimble fingers dove into his robes. He kept his voice down for fear of waking anyone.

A tiny squeak escaped Harry's lips as Hermione squeezed his limp cock through his trousers. The emerald-eyed boy was confused, tired, and getting hard.

"See, Harry?" Hermione whispered, ghosting her lips along his jawline. "I can make you feel so good." Her voice seductive, low and messing with Harry's thoughts. Not that he could think anything sensible with Hermione groping him and placing kisses down his neck, stopping now and then to suck at a particularly delectable spot of Harry's tasty skin.

The raven-haired boy let out a weak moan. "That feels so—"

His eyes flew open, and he stiffened against her. "No, Hermione!" he cried, again trying not to wake anyone. "What are you doing?"

The brown-haired girl smirked at him, not at all put off by his blatant rejection. "Making you feel good," she answered.

"But why me?" he asked. "And why NOW?"

Hermione's smirk dropped. "Sirius is gone, Harry. He's not coming back, and that made me think that it could be us next, and I want this while I still can have it!"

The harsh reality of it hit Harry like a slap in the face, and he felt himself nodding in agreement.

"Hermione—"

This time, his words were cut off by her soft tenderly moving lips on his own.

With a sigh of defeat, Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's body and returned her kiss with a passion he hadn't known existed inside of himself.

Hermione's hands once again traveled to his waist. This time, instead of groping, Hermione undid his pants and after struggling to remove them, vanished them instead, letting Harry's now fully-erect cock spring free and peek out of his robes.

Hermione wrapped her hand around the engorged, weeping cock, and stroked it gently.

Harry began moaning and clutching at Hermione's body. His hands slipped inside her robes, and he grasped at her chest, massaging her breasts and rolling her hard nipples between his forefinger and thumbs.

Hermione let out small mewls of approval as Harry toyed with her breasts and nipples. A tremor ran through her body; her entire physical form was alive with energy flowing directly to her dripping pussy.

She released Harry's cock and lifted herself, hovering above him and lowering herself onto his swollen cock, crying out at the intense feeling of being filled to the brim.

Harry winced at the brown-haired girl's tight walls squeezing around his throbbing member.

Hermione panted and used Harry's shoulder's like a balance. She picked her body up and dropped back down on him with a moan of delight.

Harry's face flushed as he thrust his hips up in time with her.

She was a beautiful sight to behold, moaning, panting, hair-flying, skin glistening with a small sheen of sweat, her eyes closed, breasts bouncing as she jumped up and down on Harry's prick driving them both to the peak of pleasure crying out in complete ecstasy as they came.

Hermione collapsed against Harry and panted as she experienced the pulsing of her hot pussy.

Harry smiled softly and stroked her hair as they sat there enjoying their one time together.