Pretending

The tent was all but silent, but for a gentle pitter-patter of rain. It hit the material rhythmically and might have been relaxing had it not been for the tension within the large tent-like housing unit.

Occasionally Harry thought heard a sniff from Hermione's bunk, but he wasn't sure. He closed his eyes tightly, as though willing himself to wake up, but he couldn't. This wasn't a dream. Ron had left. He'd never be able to find them again out here. With the amount of enchantments Hermione had placed over the tent they'd be risking themselves lifting them.

He missed Ron. His penis seemed to ache for him, missing what it had never had. Ron would never have felt the same and deep down Harry knew this. His manhood, on the other hand, had different ideas.

Suddenly, not unlike his manhood, he had an idea himself. He climbed carefully out of the bunk and stood in position.

"Lumos," he cried, as the tent lights came on.

Hermione screamed, waking up to be greeted by Harry's absolutely huge and erect penis in her face was not what she had expected at all!

"Harry! This was not what I expected at all!"

Harry's eyes danced with suggestion. He didn't need to say anything. Hermione knew exactly what to do.

She took him eagerly inside her mouth. He could tell straight away she was a skilled cocksmith and he was sure she'd given out lots of bj's in her time. Ron was a lucky man.

"Oh Harry, it's so impressively big," she said somehow managing to speak while his entire penis resided in her mouth.

"I know," Harry said, not modestly, "shut up and get on with it, Ron."

She stopped, suddenly. There were tears in her eyes, but they could have been from him repeatedly hitting her gag reflex, he wasn't sure.

"Pretend I'm Ron," she said, her tone very saucy and filled with lusty undertones.

Harry didn't need telling twice, "Oh, Ron. So good."

"Oh Ron, your penis is amazing. It feels so great having it rammed all the way down my oesophagus," she groaned, huskily.

"Ron!"

"Ron!"

They both cried out as they came, even though Harry hadn't really touched her at all. He wondered if maybe Hermione was wearing the Weasley's vibrating nicker-bockers. She swallowed Harry's semen out of respect.

Panting and exhausted they grasped each others faces, pressing against each other. Emotionally spent and also, physically obviously.

"I love you, Romione..." Harry said.

"I love you too, Rarry," Hermione replied.

The next day they both dyed their hair ginger as a tribute to their absent, freckled friend and never mentioned any of this again for the rest of the book.

The End