Author's Note: Hey guys! Brand new year, brand new ideas! It's going to be one hell of a year! And we are starting it off right. With a pairing that we've only seen smatterings off, but they have never actually gotten down and dirty together. Properly at least. It's a core pairing and a very popular one. (Almost too popular.) So, I hope I do it justice and it's a little different from the usual!

Just wanted to say, thanks for the overwhelming support and feedback that came about from the Yule Ball and Tonks One shots. After putting in a lot of work (I mean it's almost long enough to classify as a novel in its own standing) on the Yule Ball, it's great to hear from you guys about it. I'm debating with the idea of splitting it up into smaller chapters, just to make the reading a little easier, but let me know what you guys think about that. I would have to rework it a bit, but would love your guys thoughts.

Stick around till the end, where I will explain my upload plans, not only for this story, but my other ones. Long story short, this story will remain weekly, just like it was last year, and the other stories will be a little laxer. But enjoy!

Chapter 23: Friends

"Harry, you told me you'd figured the egg out weeks ago. The task is two days from now," Hermione berated, as the pair gaze out over the bridge, both of them huddled together, wrapped in thick layers, shivers still claiming them. In all honesty, Harry simply said that to curb her constant and unending questioning. Every morning at breakfast she would ask and every evening in the common room, she'd do the same. Their conversations rarely stretched beyond that, the pair sitting in silence as Harry tried his best to defuse the tension between her and Ron. Most of the time, Ron and Hermione didn't even sit next to each other, but Harry still had to mitigate the silent disdain between the two of them, despite wanting to reunite deep down.

"Really? I had no idea," Harry said a little bitterly. His emotions were running high and he had no idea what he was going to do. Not only was he due to face a task in two days-time (a task he had no idea as to the nature off), but he felt the pang of guilt regarding his supposed girlfriend. Having had a rather intimate encounter with Luna, that went beyond a simple shag and bag, he felt like he had cheated. At least emotionally. Yet he didn't have the balls to actually talk to her about it. A flaw that emboldened a lot of the relationships at Hogwarts. An inability to be open and actually talk. An all too familiar occurrence, "I suppose Viktor's already figured it out?"

"I wouldn't know. We don't really talk about the tournament. We don't really talk at all. Frankly, I think he'd avoiding me. Ever since the Yule Ball…" Hermione began, wincing as she recounted her rather abrasive treatment of Krum in the forest. It was safe to say, he was hardly appreciative of the treatment she gave him, and he had endeavoured beyond a shadow of a doubt, to avoid her at every port and call, "But… you don't need to hear about that. How was your Yule Ball?"

"Really? What happened? I find it hard imagine something that would turn him off you," Harry chuckled, Hermione nudging him slightly in response, giggling softly to herself as Harry let a massive smirk stretch across his face, a thin blush coming to Hermione's face. A blush that wasn't entirely born of nerves, but simple embarrassment of what had happened. She felt nothing stopping her talking about it with Harry, but felt immensely embarrassed about actually having let it happen. Regret found a place amongst her thoughts, far more than reluctance.

"Well… You know how it is. Emotions were running high. I might have… read some signals the wrong way and…" Hermione smiled, dancing around the subject entirely, doing her best to not definitively answer the question. However, Harry short her a stern, but bemused smile that caused her to break down and admit her fault in an overtly pure and unadulterated way, "I fucked him in the ass. I mean…"

"Blimey…" Harry scoffed, taken aback by her forwardness. He and Hermione were always close and in a strangely perverse way, their encounter in the school gloryhole brought them even closer. Yet a part of him was still surprised by the bookish, nerdly girl openly admitting to such a lewd and proudly naughty thing. She shot him a look and Harry immediately clarified, "No. You're free to do that with anyone. I'm just surprised you would… You know… Just admit it like that."
"True. I dunno. I just feel like I've been missing out on something. Like, everyone else has been doing this stuff for years and I'm just catching on now. I dunno, maybe I'm overcompensating…" Hermione said openly, the two turning and starting to slowly walk back along the bridge, making their way towards the castle. Before Harry could say anything, Hermione cut him off, her cheeks deepening in colour as she bowed her head, "That's not the reason I thought we should talk… We're friends right, and we'll always be friends. Which is why I have no shame… or rather think, I should have no shame in asking a favour?"

"Okay…" Harry said, screwing his face up slightly as Hermione pulled him to one side as a bunch of second years walked by, their voices becoming hushed as she tried to convey her point.

"Well… since things have fallen through with Krum… and there is no way that I can ask Ron... and the Gloryhole is a little, impersonal… Could we?" Hermione asked, speeding through her words swiftly and with out a single break. Taken aback by it all, Harry stared at her dumbly until she finally spat a few words, "Common room. Tonight. After everyone is asleep."

And with that, she turned and walked briskly away, the shame of having to ask a friend to help her with her problem building within her, though unbeknownst to her, Harry hadn't quite caught on to exactly what she was insinuating. Taken aback by what she was talking about, Harry watched her walk away until, his gaze was broken by a familiar face. Cedric darted in front of him, a smile on his face as he painfully worked his way through a conversation. However, even as Cedric heavily hinted at the solution to the egg, Harry found himself thinking more and more about Hermione and just what she was talking about.

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Night came quickly for Harry as he sat pondering a great deal many things. Sat on his bed, he held the golden egg in his hands, passing it back and forth as he debated following Cedric's advice. At this point there wasn't really much else he could do. Not only that, but as he sat, time ticked by, Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean all wound down and went to bed, the common room down below filling with silence and Harry's mysterious encounter with Hermione loomed ever closer. Yet, he was entirely certain as to what she intended. Grabbing his cloak and the egg, he headed down to the balcony overlooking the common room and saw Hermione, reclined on the sofa, pouring through a book. Completely and utterly naked.

"You know? You could have just asked?" Harry called playfully down as he made his way down the stairs, Hermione instinctively lifting the book she was reading to her chest, hiding her breasts, before relaxing, comforted by the knowledge that it was Harry. He walked across the room and slid down into one of the arm chairs, his eyes running up and down her body, admiring the assets that she so flagrantly tried to hide from him the last time they were together like this.

"I did ask," Hermione said, closing the book and setting it aside, her cock throbbing between her legs, aching for attention. Ever since the Yule Ball, she had been unpleasured and unstimulated. Her visits to the gloryhole were fruitless as everyone seemed to have acquired a real partner in the wake of the Yule Ball, turning the gloryhole into something that was near obsolete.

"In the most backwards and baffling way? You should have just said on the bridge and we could have gone and done something about it then and there," Harry smiled, his eyes drawn to the curve of her hips, craving a look at her bum. Even before their time in the Gloryhole, Harry had fantasised about his friend's arse. Framed in those tight jeans she always wore; her bum was a delicious thing indeed, "You've overcome your nerves I see?"

"Huh… It's strange. This doesn't feel weird. Like… You're looking at me and that's fine. I don't feel… exposed. It's quite… Freeing, isn't it?" Hermione smiled, sliding to one half of the sofa and sitting curled up, her breasts still proudly on display, her cock dipping between her legs and the sumptuous expanse of one of her arse cheeks being put proudly on display, "Don't suppose you'll? You know? Get naked?"

"Oh, yeah. Of course…" Harry stammered, a little taken aback by Hermione's sudden request. He couldn't help, but smirk at what she was saying. It felt great to have someone like that. A friend. Harry had that with Ginny, but there was always that romantic undertone, that intimacy that bound them together. But with Hermione, it was like having a friend, you were comfortable enough being naked around, shagging and not worrying about the pitfalls of falling in love. It reminded him of his relationship with Katie. He could wager they could spend hours talking in the buff without the notion of love even coming into play.

Pulling his hoodie off, Harry made short work of his clothes, unawares that Hermione's eyes were keenly watching him, her gaze darting back and forth across his tone chest and abs. As he unbuttoned his trousers, Hermione couldn't help but bite her lip, eager to have his cock revealed to her. A carnal lust inside her wanted a cock. Maybe it was days of having no relief, or maybe it was Hermione finally coming to terms with herself. Dropping his jeans, he tore his boxers off and tossed them to one side, before sliding down onto the empty seat of the sofa, reclining into the cushions and relaxing a little, the freedom of being naked in such a public place making him smirk.

"It's still mad mind you," Hermione said, her eyes running up and down Harry's thick length, remembering just how enjoyable it was to have It in her hand, throbbing and pulsating. Her memory of their encounter was vivid. From each of the cocks that came through the wall, to the pair reclining and stroking each other off, "I mean, half a year ago, I would have been terrified of even changing in my dorm."

"I know the feeling. I couldn't imagine having sex with anyone, let alone discovering that all the girls at school had cocks. And then managing to have sex with a bunch of them," Harry chuckled, remembering the nights at the Dursleys, fantasising about people from school and all the things he wanted to do. Not one of those fantasises was close to the reality he was a part of.

"A bunch?" Hermione smiled promiscuously, unfolding her legs, her hand unwittingly dropping to her cock and gently starting to stroke herself off, Harry prompted to do the same as his own cock craved some attention. Lowering his hand to his shaft, Harry lazily began to jerk himself off, moaning softly as he relieved some much-needed tension, his eyes gorging themselves on Hermione's body, simply adding to the pleasure. His focus was quickly shattered as Hermione purred, "Sounds like there is a story or two I don't know. Care to share?"

"Share? Only if you are willing to as well?" Harry smirked, his hand speeding steadily along his shaft as Hermione reclined, her hand jerking faster and faster, her breath growing slightly ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she nodded, biting her lip. Chuckling, Harry tried to decide where to begin, only to realise just how many people he had had sex with. The list wasn't massive, but it was enough to cause him to take a step back and smirk, "I suppose, the beginning would be the best place to start. With Ginny. At the World Cup…"

"Oh, I remember that intimately…" Hermione moaned, remembering just how she walked in on the two of them, butt naked. Despite her fervour and clamour to hide them away, the undeniable twinge of pleasure surged through her cock. She would be hard pressed to denounce the fact that her cock hardened instantly upon seeing the two of them pressed intimately together, gently rutting against one another. That quiet voice inside her that remained repressed at the time told he she should join in. Had the Hermione that now existed been in control back then, there would have been a real chance for a perverse and naughty situation.

"If I remember correctly, you were close to feinting at the sight of us," Harry chuckled adjusting his position on the sofa slightly, Hermione shuffling towards him slightly, until their shoulders touched against one another, the pair of them focussed singularly on their own cocks, their hands jerking and gliding up and down in unison, the soft fapping sounds of their masturbation filling the common room.

"How wrong I was. Tell me about it. Your first time with Ginny… What was it like?" Hermione asked, the question being surprisingly intimate. Consumed by the lust of the situation, she allowed herself to be a little improper. At least a little more improper than they already were.

"Oh, it was amazing. Even though we weren't like a thing, it was nice," Harry recounted, Hermione's moans growing louder and louder as he recalled the details. The way their bodies clashed together, hammering back and forth, with Ginny's arse massaging his cock whilst her cheeks bounced and jiggled, "And she was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Her bum, her breasts… Oh and she was tight…"

"Tight… Mmm… Ron was tight. That first time. In the bathroom. You probably didn't even notice…" Hermione smiled, recalling the moment she was introduced to the delicious avenue of life that was sex. Fucking Ron in that bathroom was easily the highlight of her year. Sinking herself deep into his virgin arse as they moaned in unison was unbelievable. Normally, Harry would have recoiled at the notion of imagining his best friend bent over getting a cock shoved up his arse, but having not only seen it, but been strangely intrigued by it at the Yule Ball, the thought simply made his hand move faster. Not out of lust for the act, but simply the passion Hermione put into her words, describing her first encounter, despite Harry knowing full well that he not only knew about it, but he had walked in on them, "Who was your next conquest then, Harry?"

"Conquest…" Harry chuckled deciding to take it up a notch. Letting his cock fall back into place, Harry slid her hand over to Hermione, taking the initiative and brushing Hermione's hand away from her cock. Instead of recoiling, startled, she smiled eagerly and returned the favour, her hand sliding down to his cock, wrapping tightly around his shaft and gently starting to move back and forth, their bodies sliding closer and closer. Harry started to move his hand across her cock, thrilled to have his best friend's throbbing shaft back in his hands. Savouring the pleasure, he remembered back to his next encounter, fondly smiling as he remembered the moment on the train, "Oh, it was Luna. She was naughty. And her tongue. Her tongue could work wonders."
"I know. Luna was really kinky. Took my entire length into her mouth without even blinking," Hermione interrupted, Harry's eyes opening and turning towards Hermione, startled and thrilled that Hermione and Luna had fucked. It was like a fantasy of his came bursting into life. Two of his hottest and best friends fucking.

"You and Luna? What happened there?" Harry said eagerly, wanting to know more, smiling as he revelled in the moment. Two friends sharing their encounters whilst jerking each other off. There was something so… fulfilling about it. Like they were catching up on entirely different level.

"You won't believe me if I told you," Hermione smiled salaciously. Her mind turning back to her first true and proper threesome. Every hole was used, theirs tongues went everywhere. It was night of pure and utter bliss, mired amongst orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She couldn't walk straight, and the shower barely cleaned of that musky aroma. She fantasised night after night, following that evening and whilst her cock was sufficiently drained, her body lusted for more. To have her shaft sunk once more in Ginny or to have lips around Luna or to have them tending to her, their tongues dancing across her body, "It wasn't just me and Luna… Ginny was there too… What do you think of that? Us three fucking each other?"

"Oh… my… You're kidding me?" Harry breathed, his hand slowing down on Hermione's cock, as she grinned, knowing she had captured him in a lustful haze. She smiled at the idea of having Harry wrapped around her finger, ready to do anything she desired. Turning herself, she lowered her lips to his chest, pressing them against his nipple, gently biting his nipple as he reclined, his hand sliding out of the way and giving Hermione full access. As her tongue danced across his nipple, her eyes were gazing lustfully downwards towards his cock. Planting soft kisses down along his stomach, she came face to face with his shaft, biting her lip as she jerked him steadily back and forth, her arse pushed up in the air, presenting itself towards the Portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Not in the slightest. Your girlfriend was really tight… And her cock… Oh, the things I wanted to do with that cock. I could have played with it for days," Hermione moaned, not quite believing the words she was coming out with. Had Harry not have been in a state of pleasure ridden thought, he would have called attention to her rather uncharacteristic words, but his cock was in heaven, massaged by Hermione's dainty and nimble fingers, gliding softly along his shaft, her hot breath lingering nearer and nearer as Hermione was pushed closer and closer to taking the next step in their friendship and lavishing his cock with her mouth, "I wish you could have been there. It would have been so hot. But I'll make up for It now…"

Before Harry could realise her intention, her lips had parted and enveloped the tip of his cock, her tongue running circles around the bulbous tip of his cock, lapping at the delicious beads of pre-cum that were rolling across his velvety purplish head. Moaning as his best friend's mouth wrapped around his cock, Harry stared downwards in disbelief for a moment, his mind reeling. Not only from the sudden revelation that during their minor relationship hiccup, Ginny had partaken in a threesome with two of the hottest girls he knew, but he was reeling from the fact that his best friend and long time secret sex fantasy now had his cock inside her mouth, her tongue dancing eagerly across his tip. He could recount a multitude of amazing sexual experiences from the year, but somehow, none were as satisfying as this. Not in a romantic way, but in a pure carnal lust. Like their friendship had been building to this quiet understanding in which they were comfortable to be this intimate without fear of any romantic developments. That and his bushy-haired best friend was sucking his cock.

Harry always had a soft spot for blowjobs. So warm and tight. Sumptuous and silky. They could be slow, deep and methodical or hard, rough and sloppy. And he was eager to see Hermione's take on the all time classic. Her hand continued to jerk back and forth, milking a couple more drops of salty pre-cum onto her tongue before she positioned her head above his cock and slowly began to push downwards. Letting her lips inch down his shaft, Hermione moaned, the feeling of having his shaft slide inside her mouth making her cock twitch and throb, her shaft begging for attention. Attention she wished she could provide, but she instead delivered to Harry. As she pushed downwards, she felt his tip prod against the back of her throat. Considering how the first and only time she had managed to deepthroat somewhat successfully was with Krum on the night of the Yule Ball, she was hesitant to take Harry's cock into her throat, but decided that it was a special enough occasion for her to choke and gag on his shaft. It was a particularly delicious shaft, so she was somewhat excited to do so

"Just because I'm busy down here, doesn't mean you have to stop telling me about your… endeavours," Hermione smirked, plucking her lips from his shaft just long enough to murmur those words, before she plunged her mouth back down on his cock, pressing the tip of his cock against the back of her throat and slowly starting to swallow, the head of his shaft dipping deeper into her flexing throat. As she swallowed, she was surprised that her throat didn't clamp down and begin to spasm immediately. In fact, it was relatively comfortable, which is to say slightly uncomfortable. The discomfort was mitigated by the pure erotic arousal of having a cock probing the depths of her mouth, sliding deeper and deeper. A couple inches slipped inside before she started to choke slightly, her throat tightening and clenching around his shaft as she spewed a mouthful of saliva down and along his cock, her hand steadily jerking back and forth, smearing it across his shaft.

"Erm… Oh, fuck… Well, didn't really want to tell anyone about this. But the interview with, with Rita was a little more intimate than I had wanted. She had surprisingly nice body. Nice tits. Oh!" Harry exclaimed as Hermione began to moan, savouring the lustful tale he was telling her. Everyone had assumed Rita had at least attempted to woo the Champions due to Krum's outburst becoming gossip around the school. But no one knew exactly how else the other Champions had reacted to her advances. But now, Hermione knew that Harry was dutiful in his desires. Spurred on by the image of Harry and Rita, the older woman pounding into Harry, Hermione forced her lips down around the rest of Harry's cock, swallowing his entirely length and steadily breathing through her nose until she calmed down, her throat growing accustomed to the thick length. She wasn't sure why she pictured Harry being the bottom to Rita, but she had found her late night fantasies being more orientated to men being bent over rather than herself. A confidence given to her by her incredibly pleasurable, if drastic encounter with Krum, "And then there was Katie…"
Before Harry could utter a word about Katie, Hermione began to pull her lips back along his cock, quickly withdrawing a couple inches before easing her throat back down. The first few strokes, were clumsy and had her throat spasming and flexing around his cock, but as she worked up a pace and a stride, she managed to throat his cock with little to no fault. Spluttering once or twice, Hermione quickly developed her rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, her hands steadying herself, planted firmly on his thighs. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she dropped one hand down to his balls, gently massaging them and using the saliva that occasionally dribbled out of her mouth. The room quickly filled with the sound of a deep, sloppy blowjob, Hermione's short concise movements, filling the room with slurping slaps, her lips colliding softly with Harry's crotch, thin patches of hair re-growing eventually after Katie's tender man-scaping.

With his breath taken away by Hermione's adept throat, Harry found himself not wanting to simply lay there and do nothing. Gently, he rested his hand on her back, a little unsure if he was allowed to. Even after jerking each other off and her deepthroating him, he didn't share Hermione's empty confidence. Sliding his hand down along the small of her back, he planted a hand firmly on Hermione's shapely bum, the heart shaped derriere making his breathing a shallow as he finally laid a hand on it. It was surprisingly taut, yet equally soft. There perfect amount to grip and pull without being saggy. Fleur's arse was perfectly shaped, but Hermione's had a brilliant shape and the perfect fullness behind them, making them a joy to squeeze and pull, with all the added attention forcing delicious moans from her lips, the vibrations dancing up and along his cock as she bobbed up and down. In time, she was able to pull more of his cock out of her throat before sliding down, her blowjob developing and becoming more refined, much to Harry's pleasure and astonishment.

"What was Katie into? What naughty stuff did you get up to with her?" Hermione moaned, as she pulled her lips off and smiled at her, relishing the gentle fondling. Returning her mouth to his cock, Hermione plunged it back into place, giving Harry an idea. As much as he wanted to savour his best friend's oral skills, he was presented with the perfect way to get a one up on her. They were friends after all and this was hardly meant to be an intimate engagement. And he definitely didn't want to pass up the opportunity of putting her arse cheeks through their paces.

Sliding his hands down to Hermione's waist, Harry swiftly lifted her up and pulled her across his lap, his cock sliding out of her mouth smacking her chin. Sliding down between her breasts, his cock grinded against her stomach as he planted her arse firmly on his lap, Hermione taken aback by the sudden shift in position. Before she could realise his intentions, his intentions hit her. Firmly and sharply upon the rear of her arse, her cheeks jiggling as he spanked her sharply. For a brief moment, Hermione yelped, a tiny moan building in her mouth as she sat there and took it, a perverse part of her wanting to see what it was like. However, he struck her other cheek and she yelped painfully, any promise of pleasure failing her as she squirmed to free herself of his grip. Harry managed to land one last slap, clipping her bum as she wriggled free and scrambled across the floor, playfully kicking him as he erupted laughing. It took Hermione a moment, but soon enough she joined him gently, giggling as she looked up at him, her cheeks burning a little against the rough carpet, "I didn't need a demonstration! Although, I must say I'm surprised? Katie Bell? I always thought she was a little bit… reserved. Almost a prude?"

"Coming from you? I'm pretty sure you scolded me and Ginny at the beginning of the year for being so undignified as to have sex," Harry reprimanded, Hermione blushing slightly as she rose to her feet, her cock dribbling pre-cum, ready to explode as she slid back into her place on the sofa, jerking herself off once again, Harry doing the same, his hand moving swifter with the additional lubrication.

"Well, I'm a changed woman. But really? Katie is kinky?" Hermione asked. Katie had always been quiet. Sure, she was in the year above and Hermione never really knew her well, but she often kept to herself and didn't make herself out to be that kind of girl. Then again, Hermione was in herself a revolution against the norm.

"She was kinky. Actually, more rough than kinky. It was whips and chains, just a little harder than most people," Harry explained, remembering the time in the shower with Katie fondly. It was strange. It seemed like an age ago, but was only a month or two. Hermione winced slightly as she wriggled into the sofa, her cheeks stinging, drawing Harry's attention, "Sorry about that… Allow me to make amends."

"What?" Hermione stammered as Harry slid down onto his knees between her legs, a smile coming to her lips as she realised what was coming. Sliding her hand down to the base of her cock, she angled her shaft towards him, helping him out slightly. A wry smirk came to his lips as he wrapped his hands around her ankles, sliding his hands slowly up and along his legs, sliding them underneath her thighs. Gripping her soft legs, Harry gave her a cheeky wink, the girl catching onto to the notion that blowjob wasn't his intention. Before she could realise what, he meant, she felt her body get pulled forwards and pushed up. Laying on her back, her ass hung off the sofa, with Harry's hands pushing against her legs, pushing them up and backwards, her cock smacking her stomach as the object of Harry's attention came into his view. Her tight, puckered arsehole. Grinning to herself, Hermione reclined backwards, waiting for it, savouring the anticipation of his skilled tongue getting into her most pleasurable crevice.

"So, what about you? Anyone else beyond Krum, Ron, Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked, before lowering his head downwards and pressing his tongue against her hole. Hermione had forgot just how much pleasure could be attainted from a simply lick to her back entrance. Sure, sliding a thick, meaty cock inside there was nice enough, but the slick, wriggling precision of a tongue, especially one that knew what it was doing, was simply divine. She and Krum rarely indulged in such pleasures, her night with Ginny and Luna marking the last time she felt someone's mouth at work between her cheeks. And she was pleased to learn that Ginny had imparted some tutelage upon Harry, even though his skills were born of extensive pointers and tips from Katie as she pushed her arse into his face. Even the first lick was enough to make her moan. And there was plenty more to come from there.

"You won't believe it… But I had got a blowjob from Fleur Delacour and her little sister. In the forest. Merlin's beard… the French know what they are doing," Hermione moaned, remembering the sumptuous pleasure of the two girl's mouths in the woods and how foolish her emotion driven decision to leave midway through was. She could savoured their mouths for weeks. Even the small time she had with Fleur before the First Task paled in comparison to the duo doing their thing. Harry had started to trace her hole, running quick circles around her bum, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth, grazing the most sensitive parts of her puckered posterior. Gently prodding her entrance, he threatened to push inside, the thin tip of his tongue inching slowly forwards, taunting and teasing Hermione with the sumptuous pleasure of a proper Rimjob. However, as soon as she said she had gotten a double blowjob from two French bombshells, Harry had to pull away.

"Really? Both of them?" Harry asked, the giddy and eager young boy erupting from inside of him. Even he couldn't denounce the allure of the French sisters. Even though they were nowhere around, the mere thought of them was enough to set Harry on fire. Disappointed with Harry's retreat from her bum, Hermione slid a hand down to his messy black hair and guided him back into place, coaxing his lips to her arse and waiting until his tongue slid back into place, pushing slowly into her rear entrance. Pushing her thighs back further and further, Harry spread her arse wider, his tongue sliding easily inside, wriggling deeper and deeper until his lips were pressed snugly around her ring. Dancing back and forth inside her arse, Harry made sure his tongue swept every inch, probing deeper and deeper, trying desperately to graze that sensitive sweet spot that was deep inside her ass.

"Oh… yeah… The younger one, Gabrielle. She can really use her mouth. And a couple weeks later, just before the First Task. In the Champions tent, I got to fuck Fleur. Fleur Delacour! Me? Oh, it was incredible. And tight," Hermione recounted, Harry's eyes widened realising that he had been fucking Ginny at the same time his best friend was getting balls deep in Fleur Delacour. He tried to pull his lips away to say something, but Hermione's hand firmly reminded him that he was tending to her, his tongue erratically moving back and forth inside her hole, the tip managing to gently graze her prostate, Hermione breathing rapidly as she arched back, the pleasure of having even the slightest portion of her sweet spot massaged by a tongue causing her to spasm, "Then again. I think I met Gabrielle one night. In the Gloryhole. She wasn't nearly as tight as her sister."

"You're kidding?" Harry managed to stammer, pulling his lips briefly away from her ass, only to have his head pushed back into place by Hermione, growing slightly impatient with his lack of focus. Brushing his hands away from her thighs, Hermione draped her legs over his shoulder, curling one around his neck to lock him in place, his tongue plunged deep inside her arse. Harry relished the effect his tongue had on her. It was never about enjoying sliding his tongue inside someone's ass, because frankly it was a rather monotonous endeavour and bore him little pleasure. It was about how the writhed and spasmed as his tongue moved inside them. There was something about having something small and quick that made being rimmed feel oh so incredible. And watching Hermione's face go through pleasurable rush after pleasurable rush made his cock twitch in that sumptuous, pleasurable way.

Using her leg, Hermione managed to pull Harry deeper, his tongue sinking a tiny little bit deeper. It was never about depth as the tiniest movement deeper with a tongue was like an entire inch of cock. At least when someone talented was lodged deep inside. And Harry was quite talented. The leg around his neck, lifted her arse a little so that Harry wasn't probing upwards into her, but down, the angle affording for even more pleasure. Hermione's hand abandoned his head, trusting her leg to keep him in place. She wanted to touch her cock, but knew the simplest strokes would cause her to erupt. Leaving her shaft to spew pre-cum down onto her stomach, she instead took her breasts in each hand, gently squeezing them and toying with her nipples. The small pain of twisting her nipple was enough to mitigate the onslaught on pleasure flooding from her arse. But it wasn't enough and eventually she dropped her legs, pulling her bum away from Harry's lips and breathing erratically, trying to stave off an orgasm that was moments away from bursting across Harry's face.

"Merlin's beard Harry… Ginny's a lucky girl," Hermione breathed, stopping Harry from lunging back in, lowering her legs and catching her breath. Smirking, Harry slid backwards, sitting on the floor and propping himself up against the coffee table in front of the sofa. As she steadied herself, she said, "I do hope you and Ginny work things out. Ron's not as… unstable as you think. At least I think so. He might be pissed at first, but he'll come around. It's not worth it to throw something like that away."

"I do miss her. Talking. We'd talk about stuff like this. We were a bit more open than traditional couples, I reckon. We'd talk about who we fucked and laugh. Joke about organising a threesome. Most of the time, I hoped it would be a joke!" Harry smirked, reminiscing about the times they spent together. Sure, the sex was great. Wild even. He was sure if they hadn't had their hiccup, they'd be doing some really crazy stuff. But it was the intimacy that he missed. Her cuddling up to him at night, "I suppose. All the sex is great, but without someone to talk to it about. It becomes a quick blow and go."

"I guess you're right. Me and Ron were never really that open about it all. He didn't really seem all to thrilled about the idea of me having sex with other people. Don't know if he'd be particularly thrilled about me listing it all off," Hermione smiled. It was true. One of the most enjoyable parts that she didn't expect from this evening was simply talking about who they fucked. As friends. She could only imagine what it would be like with someone she was romantically engaged with.

"Well… maybe avoid the Bulgarian sport, sex symbols and focus on the stunning French blondes. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to imagine you two together," Harry smirked. Him and Ginny's relationship wouldn't work for everyone, but Hermione and Ron were good together. They kept each other in check. At least when they weren't lying to each other and keeping quiet.

"True. Did you know Krum was a virgin? At least in receiving. I deflowered a Bulgarian sex symbol's arse," Hermione smirked, as Harry pushed himself up onto his feet and sat down on the sofa beside her, pulling her in for a friendly hug, the pair of them thinking about Ginny and Ron.

"Shall we wrap this up? Not that I'm not enjoying myself, but I have to go try and figure out the second task and I'm running desperately out of time. Like… really desperately," Harry chuckled, pulling away from her and reclining expectantly.

"Right? So? What position?" Hermione said, sitting there expectantly, not entirely sure as to what Harry was suggesting by reclining and presenting himself. Her mind instantly leapt to the logical conclusion that she would be topping Harry, whilst Harry naturally came to the opposite conclusion, "Do you wanna bend over?"

"Me? I thought you were gonna. Play that part? I mean I'm lubed up and your bum is loosened. Only makes sense?" Harry blagged, his words ringing true, bringing a smirk to Hermione's eyes as he swindled his way into fucking her. Truth be told, it was always one of her fantasies to be balls deep in the famous Harry's Potter's ass. She had hoped she would be able to savour that fantasy, but he was right. Save that indulgence for a later date.

"Fine. But… I want your assurance that I can be on top next time?" Hermione smirked, lifting herself and straddling Harry's waist, his cock sliding up against her cock. Dropping both her hands to her crotch, Hermione sandwiched their shafts together, jerking them both off at the same time as Harry looked up at her.

"Next time? You seem confident there will be a next time?" Harry chuckled, sliding his hands up to her hips, and gently grinding himself upwards, sliding his cock along hers as a salacious smile stretched across her face. Sliding around to her bum, Harry took a grip of each of her cheeks, gently groping the soft handfuls of flesh, "Have I made that much of an impression?"

"Well, if I don't back with Ron soon, I may need another… hand. Or even if I do get back with him. Something on the side? Strictly off the record?" Hermione smiled, loving the way his hands pulled and played with her bum cheeks, the handfuls of flesh being strangely sensitive.

"I don't think lying to Ron would be a great way to kick start a second attempt at a relationship," Harry smiled, lifting one hand up to her breast and gently squeezing it as Hermione lifted herself up. Instead of impaling herself on his cock, she slid it behind her, her plump bum cheeks massaging his shaft as it slid between the two of them, grinding against her slick, puckered bum hole.

"True. Maybe I wouldn't have to lie. A Threesome? Or maybe we could a couple's thing? You and Ginny, me and Ron? Could swap?" Hermione suggested, Harry openly laughing at the prospect. Not only would Ron literally explode at the idea of Ginny and him having sex in front of him, but swapping partners would cause him to go insane.

"That is wrong on so many levels," Harry laughed as Hermione reached a hand behind herself, grabbing his cock by the base and resting the tip against her arsehole. Gently sliding downwards, she wriggled the throbbing head of his cock inside herself, easing enough of his cock inside her so that it would stay there without her hand.

"But right on some many other ones…" Hermione purred, partly to herself as she closed her eyes and slowly eased herself down Harry's cock, not wanting to slam herself onto his shaft, but wanting to take it slow. Partly because she wasn't a big fan of hard and fast sex (but try telling Krum that after the Yule Ball) and partly because if she went too fast she was in danger of cumming way too quickly. And whilst speed was off the essence for Harry in terms of the things he needed to do, Hermione didn't want things ending too quickly. She wanted to savour the first orgasm in days. Slowly, she pushed herself downwards until her bum was resting on his legs, her hands planted firmly on his chest to stabilize herself, adjusting to the new shaft inside her. It always took a moment to adjust to the wrinkles and ridges of someone else's cock. Making the assumption that every cock was the same was the quickest way to unexpectedly make your arse hurt immensely.

Moaning in unison as Harry sank every inch of himself into Hermione, both of them took a breather, the eroticism of the situation getting to them both, their pent-up orgasms on the verge of simply exploding. Staving off the inevitable, they both forced themselves to hold off, their cocks growing more sensitive as a result, even the slightest movement being able to set them both off. As a result, they were hardly crashing their bodies against one another, instead opting for subtle gyrations, Hermione grinding her bum down onto Harry, moving his cock back and forth inside her, massaging her prostate with his cock as her eyes clamped shut. Harry's cock was sandwiched in a deliciously tight hole, but It was Hermione's gentle grinding that was threatening to push him over the edge. Her bum was pushing down onto his balls, the gentle pressure almost forcing him to cum inside her.

Needing to relieve some of the pressure on his balls, Harry grabbed Hermione's hips and eased her upwards, the movement of a single inch, causing Hermione to fall forwards, a dribble cum pouring out the end of her cock, the rest of her orgasm curbed as she moaned loudly. She could feel it in her shaft, ready to explode outwards, but she denied herself the pleasure, the subtle movements of Harry's cock inside her setting her body on fire. And the edging of her orgasm was amplifying the pleasure. It was like she had a dam holding back her orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure built up, threatening to burst through. A perverse part of her wanted to see just how long she could last before her body simply couldn't withstand it. Harry was much the same, the relieving of pressure on his balls being enough to stop him from cumming. He felt an arbitrary degree of honour to have Hermione cum before him. The muggle world was obsessed with the notion and that bled into his desire to give her the relief before sampling it himself.

With that in mind, Harry was presented with an avenue of pleasure that he could provide. Her breasts were swaying softly, gently dangling in front of him as she buried her head in the pillow behind him. Leaning forwards with his mouth, he took her breast in his mouth, gently working his lips down to her nipple, his tongue wrapping around the nub as he gently began to suckle on it, inadvertently ripping Hermione's breath away from her as she gasped, the unexpected pleasure almost breaking her. Gritting her teeth, she felt a bead of pre-cum ease out of the tip of her cock. Not wanting to explode, Hermione felt herself go over the edge as Harry bit the bullet and grabbed her hips.

Tiring of the subtle movements, Harry decided to go for it. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Harry pulled her down, his cock sinking deep inside her. The new position lifted her arse slightly and allowed Harry to thrust upwards. Trusting that his tongue had done enough to get her close to her orgasm, Harry began to fuck her, hard and fast. The first few strokes being all it took to push him over the edge. Continuing to thrust as he came, he spurted several strands of cum deep into her bum, her cock pushing the white substance deeper into her bum with each thrust, his tip hammering her prostate. Squealing loudly, Hermione rambled mindlessly as she had the most intense orgasm possible, her cock sandwiched between her own stomach and Harry's, the pent-up effect of her edging causing her to explode, strands bursting along their stomachs and up to the chests, landing on Harry's neck as he continued to fuck her even as his cock softened. Almost carried by muscle memory, he thrust until he couldn't, his cock softening and sliding out, unable to remain lodged inside her.

"Maybe tone down the suggestive promiscuity, but apart from that…" Harry smirked as the two caught their breath, Hermione easing herself up onto her knees and brushing her wild hair out of her eyes as Harry grinned upwards at her, "I'm liking the new Hermione."

Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed that! Let me know what you thought of It. I've said it before, but I always find Hermione and Harry a really daunting pairing and It is definitely the hardest of the core pairings to write. I reckon Ron/Ginny is easier! So, please let me know if I nailed or cocked it up royally for you!

I should also mention the new Poll. We are about half way through the story and I want to find out what people enjoy and what they don't enjoy. And thus, I'm going to be doing two Polls, the first asking for your favourite chapter and the second, asking for your least favourite one. So, do me a favour and answer the first one. It will help me figure out what to write more off!

Now, to explain my upload schedule plan. For the first part of year at least, I will be uploading two chapters a week (minimum). I will be keeping the weekly upload for Sensations of Shemales with the other chapter being either the Hunger Games or Doctor Who. Those two will alternate and become fortnightly. I will try and upload a chapter for both Doctor Who stories, but might not be able to. However, if Amy's story get's update one fortnight then either only Clara's story or both will be updated the next fortnight.

As for my other stories and why they won't be being updated, here is the reason. I don't have the drive to write Modern Family anymore and don't want to pump out a poor-quality product just to keep people happy. A Song of Grunts and Moans will be updated whenever I feel like it. So, if I get finished with the chapters I have planned for that week and feel like writing more, that'll be what I write. I will be doing a proper story for game of thrones using (Game of Moans: Fuck or be Fucked) but that needs planning so won't be ready for a while. The same for A Song of Shemales and Futas. Once that is planned, I'll get started.

Hope that all makes sense. If not, pop me a PM or a review and I'll try and answer it. Next week is going to an experiment. In the sense that I have no idea how the anatomy of it all works and just how one would do that with an incorporeal being. But hey, sex is sex even with a screaming ghost. Till next time!