Hermione snuck out of her dormitory room again, this time much earlier than the night before; Parvati had begun snoring much sooner than usual. Seriously, that girl should sound like a horse for all she snores. This time Hermione wore nothing more than a nightgown, and she didn't bring her wand with her. She wouldn't need it where she was going tonight.
As Hermione crept down the stairs into the common room, she just barely noticed a house-elf slipping out of sight. The sight made her grimace slightly, but while she still held firm the desire to bring them the freedom and rights they deserved, she had long since realized that there was nothing she could do for the Hogwarts elves directly beyond the hats and scarves that she continued to leave out for them. Besides, she had an appointment to keep.
Hermione finally reached the common room proper, finding it apparently empty. Apparently being the key word. Her Master was so thoughtful, taking every precaution to make sure that her honor was safe, and it made her love him all the more.
Of course, thoughts of her Master brought her mind back to the revelation this morning, and her heart fluttered for the hundredth time today. She was pregnant! With Master's baby! She just barely kept herself from hugging her middle as her heart nearly burst with love.
But no. She had her instructions to deal with. Hermione waked to the hearth and sat with her back to the low fire. Her seat let her see what would have been invisible to anyone from any other angle: Harry sitting calmly in his usual chair, fingers laced in front of his face contemplatively. He gave no sign that he had seen her come over, but Hermione knew better. He was unusually perceptive; he knew she was there, he just didn't respond. He did this sometimes, when he wanted to assert his authority over her, or build up anticipation. Harry was never a cruel or even a stern Master, but he did have his moments when he could be uber-serious. Those moments made Hermione uncomfortable; it was as if she could see the weight of the world on his teenage shoulders, and it always made her want to cry, or yell in frustration, or wrap her arms around him and let him feel the light of her love. Hermione could tell that Harry was in one of those moods now, and while she wanted desperately to seize him and pull him to her heart, she knew better. The best thing she could do for him was obey his orders, so she sat on the hearth, her robe slightly open, and waited for him.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked suddenly. Hermione was startled; Harry had not moved a muscle, not even taken his eyes from the fire.
"Yes, Master, why?"
"I...I'm just concerned for you, is all. I mean...that's some pretty big news we got this morning."
There it was again. That aura that Harry was holding up the world, like Atlas held up the sky. "Wonderful news, Master. News that I've been hoping to get for a long time." Harry finally looked her in the eyes.
Oh yes, Hermione knew the source of his worries. He was worried that he had disrupted Hermione's life by impregnating her, probably worried about what her parents were going to say when they found out, too.
"You know, I know the Pregnancy Protection Charm. Known it since you first started seeing me as a woman rather than a friend. But I've never used it, not once in the two or so years that we've been coupling."
"You mean fucking like sex-starved rabbits." Harry said with a small grin.
Hermione returned the smirk. "Right. My point is that I'm thrilled to be having your baby. I couldn't be happier!"
Harry's hands lowered slightly. "Really?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically.
Harry finally seemed to relax, although his body moved very little. Perhaps it was the genuine smile he wore now, or the way his eyes seemed to open fully when he gazed at her.
Hermione's mother had told her that when someone sees something they love, their pupils dilate fully. Hermione, looking into her Master's eyes right now, would have bet all the money left for her education that her mother was right.
Harry patted his left knee, and Hermione felt a surge of adrenaline. If it was the right knee, then Hermione was to approach normally. But the left one...
Slowly and with a quick furtive glance, Hermione undid the belt of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Then, with a shrug, she let the entire robe fall off of her and onto the hearth, leaving her in just her collar. The weak light from the fire behind her set her orbs in an unusual light, and Harry gazed at them appreciatively, making Hermione blush. As if by his gaze, Hermione's nipples peaked, and Harry licked his lips in anticipation. This would not be a night for slow romance.
Now in her most intimate attire, Hermione crawled the short distance to her Master's lap and laid her head on it. Harry petted her cheek, making her hum, before patting his chest. Hermione climbed up and straddled his lap, a rarity since Master liked to be on top. Harry seized her with a kiss, a deep pasionate thing that left Hermione breathless, her heart racing. The kiss seemed to go on forever, Harry's tongue exploring her teeth and mouth freely she pressed her ample chest to his.
Hermione was always amazed at how good a kisser Master was. Even when he was just starting, he had been an incredible kisser, and he had only gotten better with practice. Now just a kiss got Hermione's juices flowing, as if she hadn't been touched in a month rather than just since this morning. Desperate for attention, Hermione ground her crotch into Master's, leaving streaks of desire on his blue jeans. Harry parted the kiss, eyeing her.
"I'm sorry Master, I just...I want you so much..."
In the back of her mind, Hermione thought she heard a small thump from above them.
"Is that right?" Harry asked. He slid his hand down Hermione's back swiftly, coming to Hermione's snatch in a second. The sudden contact made her hiss softly in surprise, then again when Harry slid a finger in between her folds. Harry swirled the digit around, stirring Hermione's juices and lighting her fires of desire. He pulled his finger back and tasted it, humming in approval. "So that's how it is, is it?"
"Yes, Master..." Hermione answered, breathless.
He leaned in close to Hermione's ear. "Go for a ride."
Hermione's smile split her face in half, and she dived. With almost a feral speed and absolutely no grace at all, she practically tore Harry's pants open, freeing his stiff rod. She was almost tempted to take a moment to admire the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Almost.
Hermione positioned herself just so, then lowered herself, impaling her cunt with her tight pussy with Harry's spear. She groaned muskily, and Harry groaned with her, as his cock filled her tight pussy almost to bursting. Hermione wasted no time at all; she needed this desperately, and she wasn't going to waste any time and risk Harry telling her to go slowly. She started bouncing her hips quickly, and was pleased to see Harry's normally implacable face twist into feral pleasure. Hermione was sure that her face at least matched his as she bounced on Harry's cock, and suddenly Hermione was seized by an insane desire.
"Master...Master, please...finger my ass!..."
Even through his haze of arousal, Harry was surprised. Hermione had never before let him do that kind of thing, even though he had made it known that he would like to try it. But, not being the kind of guy to look a gift-horse in the mouth, Harry seized Hermione's round, firm ass, making her gasp in pleasure. Or maybe that was the extra-hard drop she had just made; it was getting difficult to tell. He spread her cheeks, and when Hermione kissed her Master again, her hips still jumping up and down on his lap, Harry gently pressed a finger into Hermione's asshole.
Hermione moaned loudly into Harry's mouth, half from pleasure and half from surprise at how much pleasure Harry's finger brought her. Harry gently pressed his finger into her bum a little more with each bounce that Hermione made, with the result being that in only a few seconds, Hermione had effectively impaled her own ass with Harry's finger, and each inch that went in sent shock waves of pleasure straight to Hermione's brain. It was little surprise, then, when Hermione felt her insides clench in pleasure, her voice almost yelling into Harry's mouth as she came. Naturally, her climax milked Harry of his, his seed firing with a cannon force into her love tunnel.
They rode out their orgasms together, slowly coming down from their mutual highs. When they were both finished, they parted with one final kiss, and made their ways to their seperate rooms, neither one remembering the thump that Hermione thought she had heard earlier.