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Harry's eyes fluttered without opening, and he was suddenly wide awake.

It was a bright Saturday morning, and the sun was streaming through his window, and he could see the light behind his eyelids.

There was something clutching his cock, which was already well into its morning hard-on.

In a flash the night came rushing back to him, and his cock pulsed as he realised that not only had he fallen asleep with his cock buried in a girl, but it was still buried in her.

His eyes squinted, opening, and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he slowly rotated his hips, and groaned raspily, as he felt her smooth soft walls rub around his cock.

She stirred and moaned against him. Her head was on his chest, and she woke, turning and laying a kiss on his right pectoral. She was delving closer into him, her channel tightening against his tip as he drove in further.

Suddenly, with a growl, he rolled over, and he had her on her back. He palmed her breasts, they were soft against his skin.

He pulled out of her folds and slammed into her, and the feel of her velvet softness made him give a loud grunt.

Hermione's hands were clutching his hipbones, her fingers splayed over his pert arse cheeks.

Through the curtain, she could see shadows- the other boys were awake, and moving around. Grinning wickedly to herself, Hermione vowed to keep silent. She had woken a couple of hours ago and had been horrified to find that she was visible again-the charm obviously didn't last forever, and she had fallen asleep!

With Harry's wand, the magical one, she thought slyly- no wait, both his wands were magical. She had meant to think of his magical, wooden wand. Oh, sod it. Anyway, using Harry's wand, she had quickly Disillusioned herself. But she had forgotten to put the sound blocking charms back up.

Which means the guys could hear Harry.

She strived to back a moan, as Harry's fingers tickled her nipple, then rubbed her breasts, his palm roughly stroking her nipple. She arched into his arms, begging him to hold more of her, even as she thrust upwards into him, and clenched purposefully on his length.

He hissed, and Hermione saw some of the shadows freeze on the curtain, then begin to move again.

Feeling utterly wicked, Hermione massaged his arse, and then delved her index finger into the crack between his butt cheeks.

He gave a sharp cry of surprise, and shuddered against her, as her finger stroked down between his cheeks, from the dip below his spine to the very edge of his balls.

She ghosted over his hole, knowing it would drive him crazy.

It did. He began to thrust into her like crazy, all the while grunting and groaning noisily.

He did not seem to notice the pitch silence in the dormitory.

Harry rammed into her, like a beast in heat, and Hermione's head repeatedly hit the headboard, and the bangs turned her on, knowing that the others were listening- Dean, Seamus, even Neville. She tried not to think about Ron.

She wrapped her legs around him, and whispered, "Say my name, Harry."

Harry bit back a cry as his next thrust took him deeper, her legs wrapped around him, pressing him closer into her.

He called out loudly, "Professor. Fuck, Professor."

This position made him go deeper than he had the last night, when she had been on top. The dormitory was filled with the sound of his balls hitting her cunt as he thrust into her fully, and the squelching sound from her wet folds moving over his flesh, and his increasingly high-pitched groans of 'Professor'.

She could feel herself close to the end, and so was he, judging from his erratic, off-rhythm thrusts. Her finger, which had been tracing his butt, delved again between the cheeks, and this time she pressed a firm finger against his arsehole.

He gave a loud shout, "FUUUUUCK, P-Pro-fessor...I'm coming!"

And he stiffened, his back arching and shuddering as he spilled inside her, and the feel of him filling her made her orgasm too. He thrust into her three more times, his breathing harsh and panting, and he collapsed on top of her.

Ten minutes later, Ron's voice came through the curtain. A mortified voice said, "Harry? You, uh, awake?"

Harry called out that he was awake, and then remembered that there was supposed to be a sound charm around his bed.

With a flash of horror, he frantically tried to remember the previous night. Had he cast a charm? No! And neither had either of them in the morning!

Did that mean-

He stiffened in embarrassment and horror at the thought of his roommates having heard him orgasm twice, in one night, to the name 'professor'. What would they think?

Hermione tried to hide her laughter. He would know if she laughed, she was pressed against him. And he was inside her. She liked that somehow, the feeling of his soft cock inside her after they had sex.

Ron muttered, "Well, it's time for breakfast, you's better come-uh, I mean, get ready, quickly."

Then Harry moaned lightly as Hermione moved off him, and his sensitive cock slipped out her, with the tiniest squelch. And Harry reached for his wand on the table to clean himself of drying come.

Harry was at breakfast, shovelling down some food that he barely registered. He was trying to avoid the eyes of all his dormmates. Only Seamus and Ron were next to him, and while they weren't mortified like he was, they weren't keeping silent on the incident, either.

"Mate, that's some kinky stuff you're into."

Harry choked on his food, his eyes tearing up. He felt a hand massaging his back, the touch soothing. As he calmed down, he saw a cream-skinned hand give him a goblet of pumpkin juice, and he took it gratefully, to help his burning throat.

He looked up, and shot Hermione a grateful look. She had just arrived at the table. She gave him a tired, sleepy smile.

He choked on his juice again, this time harder.

The image of Hermione smiling sleepily at him, brought back a dream from last night. He couldn't remember any of it, really. It had been that confusing moment between reality and dreams. It had felt like he'd woken up in the early dark hours of the morning, and Hermione had been lying on top of him, her hair spread all over his chest.

She had smiled at him for a moment before their eyes fell shut again.

Harry felt a slight pang of guilt, that he'd thought of Hermione when actually the invisible girl had really been lying on top of him. Hermione had begun to appear increasingly often in his dreams, in various positions, doing various things, and he had learnt to steadily ignore his guilt whenever he looked at Hermione.

But he practically died when Seamus said meaningfully to Hermione, "Hey, Hermione, do you know Harry like Professors?"

Hermione seemed confused. "Um, alright. Well, so do I."

Seamus spat out a mouthful of juice, all over Ron. Ron had been laughing hard, but he wasn't anymore, dripping in juice. He glared at Seamus.

Seamus continued, "Well, then you'll want to know what Harry was doing last night."

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Sounded like he had detention with a professor."

Ron looked like he was going to be sick, but Seamus was too tickled by his joke to notice.

Hermione turned to Harry, asking, "You got another detention with McGonagall? Oh, Harry!"

Seamus let out a shout of laughter, and Harry went red at what he knew Seamus was imagining.

Hermione put a hand on his right thigh, well above his knee, and said, "What did you do this time?"

Harry's cock twitched, from the combination of Hermione's touch, and the memory of what he had done at the last detention with McGonagall.

Praying that the robes hid him well, he gave a slight grunt to Hermione, unable to say anything else. All thoughts of the invisible girl fled from his mind, and his head was filled with images of Hermione instead- panting and moaning as she rode his cock, humming as she took his mouth, stretching as he pumped into her.

Hermione's hand hadn't withdrawn, and Harry was hard enough now to tent his robes. It was all he could do not to move, so that Hermione's hand shifted up further.

Looks like I'm going to need a post-breakfast wank.

Harry slipped into his seat in Divination. Hermione wasn't there, as always. They were learning about Ouija boards. Harry and Ron were paired together, and they were trying to work on the ritual.

"Mate, I'll just move it to answer whatever we want, okay?"

"Yeah, brilliant idea," Harry grinned.

"So, well, let's begin," called Trelawney.

Everybody began to call out to the spirits, mumbling eerily. A few minutes, and nothing seemed to be happening.

"Reckon I can start 'channeling' now?" whispered Ron. Harry nodded discreetly.

The cut piece on the board began to move.

H-A-R-R-Y

"Very original, Ron," said Harry snidely.

Ron looked slightly pale. "I'm not doing anything."

Harry looked at him, startled, and back at the board. They almost missed the letter as the wooden piece moved from F to U.

F-U-C-K

Ron whispered, "Oh, fuck," as his hands helped the piece move.

M-E-N-O-W

Ron went green, and had a horrified expression on his face. He gazed at Harry, his mouth open in shock.

"Is this some kind of sick joke of yours?" asked Harry, his face twisted in anger.

"No! Harry, I swear it's not me!"

"What? Then who's-" Harry sputtered, and he realised in a flash that it was the girl. A flash of anger went through him, and he glared around the classroom, hoping the girl would just shut the fuck up.

Ron drew his hand away from the board, and looked awkwardly at Harry. "Look, mate, I know I walked in on you in the locker rooms, then yesterday-"

"Um, what I mean is, I'm sorry. And believe me, this-" he waved at the board, "-was not me. I don't know. You think maybe Peeves-?"

Harry waved away his words, shrugging and shaking his head. "No, man, I'm sorry. I know it's not you."

Ron sighed in relief.

Both of them looked at the board in horror as it started to move again.

L-I-C-K-M-Y-P-U

Harry snatched the board and slammed it shut, his face twisted in anger. He rose and walked to Trelawney.

"Professor, I'm not feeling very well. Could I go see Madam Pomfrey?"

And minutes later he was stalking down the corridor, in a rage. He heard undisguised footsteps in the seemingly empty corridor behind him, coming closer.

The closet a few feet away flew open. It was the same closet he had been in many weeks ago, after a Divination class, and the girl had made out with him.

He got a little turned on remembering how she had cupped his groin in class that day.

Rearranging his features into anger, he entered the closet, and shut the door.

There was a silence in the room, but Harry could hear her breathing.

"What the fuck was that about?"

"I thought-"

"I don't know what you thought! But in front of the whole class? Really?"

There was another silence, and then an answer came, "You didn't seem to mind it when we did it in the common room." She sounded like she was pouting. If there was one thing that annoyed Harry, it was pouting.

Harry snapped at her, "Nobody knew what we were doing then! This is different. Ron was right there! And he read what you were saying!"

He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, and a soft voice, "I thought you would like it. The danger, the thrill..."

He grasped her hand and wrenched it off his shoulder. He was filled with fury, and he could sense that some of it came from the way she always manipulated him.

"Who are you? How would you know what I like? You're too ashamed to even show yourself!" he burst out, his voice resounding in the tiny closet.

There was another silence. Harry felt all the jumbled emotions of the past few weeks- desire, lust, confusion, insecurity, and guilt at how he had changed towards Hermione- pushing, fighting to the surface, and he grasped at the one easiest to deal with- anger, and lust.

Her hand stopped struggling in his grip, and he suddenly pushed her against the wall, putting his body flush against hers. He felt the texture of school uniform under his hands as he reached for her breasts, and he realised she wasn't naked under the charm this time.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, violating her lips and ravaged her mouth. His tongue ran over her tongue, and he pushed their faces closer together, and their teeth clashed with his haste. He devoured her, pulling and sucking on her tongue.

His hands were frantically pulling at her tie, and as soon he had loosened it, he broke their kiss to wrench it over her head. He then unbuttoned her blouse, and dragged it off her.

"Harry-" she gasped, but he dragged her face to his again, and harshly pulled on her lower lip with his teeth. She was panting, and moaning, apparently very turned on by his harsh treatment.

He let her keep her skirt, and instead dove his hand under the hem, climbing up to her knickers. He tore them apart, surprised even at his strength. Throwing them aside, he plunged his middle finger into her cunt. She was already wet, and she rocked into his hand.

He wiggled his finger, feeling her walls clenching.

"Do you want me, you dirty girl?"

She whimpered, and murmured, "Yes, yes, I do!"

"You want to fuck me in front of my friends, and call you Professor as I come?"

She gasped, and arched as his thumb rubbed over her clit, wet and slick with her juices. She was so close-so close-that she moaned and pressed herself onto his finger, trying to take him deeper.

Feeling her walls tightening further, he withdrew his finger in one move, and Hermione gave a cry of protest.

Harry unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers in one swift motion, and took his hard cock in hand.

Hermione screamed in pleasure as he impaled her, going hard and deep in one thrust. He stopped, and moaned. She was gripping him tight with her channel, and it felt like heaven.

He pulled out, and her vice-like grip tightened, trying to hold him. The friction was mind-blowing, and he let his tip press against her clit, before he hurtled into her again, his balls slapping her skin, and bouncing.

He thrust hard and fast ten times, clutching her hair, and whispering nasty words into her ear. She bucked and writhed underneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He came thickly inside her, his come streaming out, panting in pleasure.

Immediately he pulled out of her and tucked himself in, uncaring that she hadn't orgasmed.

"Harry, please-" she moaned, rubbing her wet crotch, with her her skirt still bunched around her waist, on his thigh.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes!"

"How do you want to come?"

"With me clenched around your cock."

His finger was back on her folds, and he was rubbing her vigorously. He dove one finger in, then two, then three. His semen was leaking out of her, and he had pumped her only twice, and he could feel her stiffening.

He withdrew his fingers, wiped them on his robe, then said, "It's not going to happen today."

And reaching down to gather her torn knickers, and blouse and tie, he tucked it into his robes, and stepped out of the closet and walked away.

Hermione gave a cry of rage and arousal, and dipped her fingers into her cunt.

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