Authors Note: I want to make it clear that because he lives in a magical world, he has no need for glasses.

Harry's POV

The next day I make my way down to the Great Hall, where I see Ron and Lavender already eating. I purposely walk past them, barely nodding my head in greeting. I find their relationship nauseating: It seems like they each are using each other for physical pleasure with no emotional attachment, without realizing that that's what they both want. Instead, I go and sit down next to Ginny. She's just broken up with Dean, and so we talk for awhile. About halfway through breakfast, Hermione makes her way into the Great Hall, and I'm surprised how refreshed she looks.

"Hey you," she says, plopping down next to me, "Thanks for helping me last night. You ready for the game?" Today is our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, and if we win then we have a shot at the Cup.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit nervous. You ready, Ginny?"

"Oh hell yeah! I'm ready to go kick some eagle butt. I'll see you down at the pitch."

"See you." With that she gets up and walks out. Hermione and I sit there for a little while, waiting for the main crowd of people to exit the Hall. Finally I get up, and Hermione and I walk outside. When we get down to the pitch Hermione wishes me luck and then makes her way to the stands.

The Quidditch game is brutal. The Ravenclaw Chasers were superb, and Ron was not the best Keeper. Thankfully, when we were down one hundred points I spotted the Snitch and just managed to catch it before being hit by a bludger.

An hour and a healing spell later, I walked through the Portrait Hole and was greeted by a wave of noise and the smell of firewhisky. People ran over to congratulate me and I found myself in the middle of a roiling mob. Someone tied a Gryffindor cape around my neck, and more than two bottled of firewhisky were forced into my hands, along with have a dozen Honeydukes sweets. Lavender and Ron were sitting in the armchair by the fire wrapped in an embrace, and I couldn't tell whose hands belonged to whom.

Wanting to escape the deafening cacophony, I headed up to the dorm, but not after fully enjoying all the food that had been laid out. I was sitting on my bed reading book when Hermione came in. She was wearing a gray crop top, and I could tell there was no bra underneath because I could see her nipples poking through. She also had tight fitting yoga pants on.

"Pretty loud down there, ay?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I just wanted to escape it for a second. I told George that if anyone wanted to find me, I'd be in the library. Hopefully that'll deter some people."

"I get that," she says while sitting down next to me and cuddling up, "You did great out there today, by the way. Is your head alright?"

"Thanks. Yeah, Madam Pomfrey set it right in about a second."

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do "Mione."

"Harry, we've been dating for a while now. I want to make love to you."

"Uh ok."

She leans over and kisses me hard on the lips while simultaneously grabbing my book and throwing it off by bed. Suddenly she climbs on my lap without our lips disconnecting.

"I love you Harry."

"I love you Hermione."

Our bodies are melding together, and each of s somehow instinctually knows what to do. I pull her crop top off, freeing her perfectly sized breasts. Wrapping my arms around her, I lean in and kiss her neck.

"Oh Harry! That feels so good."

"Does it now? Wait till I do this," I say, and then gently squeeze her breasts while also placing a searing kiss on her lips. Neither of us are virgins, but we're no uber-experienced either. I had sex twice with Cho, and Hermione did it once with Viktor Krum after the Yule Ball.

Hermione pulls my shirt off over my head, and our lips meet again. Her tongue brushes against my lips, asking for entry, and I open up. Suddenly, I break our kiss and lean down, capturing her nipple in my mouth while my other hand squeezes her ass.

"Oh oh oh, OH!" Hermione moans, "HARRY!"

Our lips meet again, and we French kiss.

Then Hermione moves her head down past my eight pack and to my waistline, where she pulls of my pants and boxers. My half limp six inch cock springs out.

"Wow. This is big."

"It's not even all the way there yet," I answer.

Hermione moves her delicate hand up and down my length, slowly coaxing it to its full eight inches. She gives it a few licks up and down, and then puts her cherry lips over the head and starts going down on me.

"Oh my god Hermione, this feels incredible." Her blowjob is a little sloppy, but I like it better than the way Cho gave me one. Her's had perfect suction, but Hermione's feels more natural and organic.

Her tongue swirls around, and I can feel pressure start to build in my core.

"Hermione, I think I'm going to cum soon." In response, she gets back up, and once again, our lips meet. I can taste myself, but instead of being disgusted, it only turns me on more.

"Now it's my turn," I tell her. After seeing a mildly surprised look pass over her face, I grab her hips and gently toss her down on my bed so that she's on her back. I rip her leggings apart, not wanting to waste the extra time it would take to pull them off.

"No panties, huh?"

"I knew what I was going to do when I came up her you know."

I lean in and kiss her on the lips.

"I love you," I say, and then I place my hand directly on her pussy.

"OH MY GOD!" Hermione whisper-yells. I start rubbing, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. After several minutes, with occasional kisses on her magnificent breasts, I add two fingers into her.

"Oh oh, oooohhhhh. Aaahhh. Uh. UH. OH my god!" I pull both fingers out, but before she can complain, my mouth land over her warm, wet slit.

"Holy shit!" she exclaims. I start licking with long slow strokes of my tongue, all while keeping my entire mouth over her cunt. She tastes vaguely sweet and also pleasant at the same time. I start making circles with my tongue around her pussy, and she moans more and more. Suddenly, her body seizes up, and her legs clamp around my head, forcing my mouth against her cunt. A whole new wave of juices flood into my mouth, and I drink her nectar.

I pull back and watch her beautiful body heave as she takes several deep breaths. Once she has regained some semblance of normality, she reaches up and cups my face, pulling my to her, and our mouths smash together. This kiss is not like the ones before: This one is demanding and aggressive, and her tongue explores my entire mouth, and she tastes her own juices. We pull apart when she feels my cock brush against her cunt.

We meet each other's eyes, and something passes between us. She nods.

I push into her, sheathing my full eight inches inside her vagina. I begin slowly moving my hips back and forth, her walls tightening around me.

"Oh Harry!"

"'Mione!"

I start to pick up the pace, careful not to go too fast. I lean down and capture her lips, her tits pressing against my muscled chest. Her legs wrap around my waist, and before I know it she's on top of me.

Her hips move up and down faster and faster, and both of us are lost in pleasure.

"Oh fuck!"

"I need you Harry!"

"OH"

"I'm cumming Hermione!" In response she leans down and pushes her lips against mine. I groan into her mouth and then release. Six strings of hot cum shoot into her womb, and she collapses on top of me.

"You were amazing Hermione."

"So were you Harry.

She moves so her back is against me chest, my penis still in her folds, and my arms wrapped around her breasts.

It is like this that we fall peacefully asleep.

End of chapter two

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