Disclaimer: Only meant for amusement. No gains. Yeah, the usual.

Caution: Some serious lemons!

Hermione pressed him against a hard wall and captured his lips in hers, in a searing kiss, that sent a jolt of desire straight to her dripping core. He moaned at the back of his throat. Hermione entangled her hands in the smooth red curls at the nape of his neck, eliciting a cry from the panting boy. She moved her hands langurously, teasing him with the soft pad of her thumbs and with her gentle attention to his aching need. His hands deftly lifted the edges of her robe, to feel the smooth expanse of her back and belly. Ah! They were just perfect! And each caress, each touch brought her closer to satisfaction. He pushed a bit roughly, fuelled by the desire bursting within him. Squeezing her tender breasts, he scooped them in his palms and worshipped the sheer beauty of that dangling flesh in his hands. Her breasts were small, but plump. A slight tapering towards the areolas, which were topped with perky nipples, sensitive to touch, delicious to scent and exquisite to touch. Mmm…. Better than any desert that mom cooked! He licked the underside, swirled his tongue around the slightly pink coloured skin, and nibbled gingerly, savouring each breath and moan. Oh! They fit so perfectly in his hands. That creamy delectable body in his bigger rough ones. Her cool skin to his searing passion.

He laid her on the cold floor, her uniform completely discarded and clad only in her knickers and bra, barely covering the scent of arousal and sweat and the whimpers that echoed each time his hand not-so-accidently brushed against those thin fabrics. They were plain white undergarments but the simplicity and innocence of it was all the more arousing. He had certainly done everything imaginable (and unimaginable) to Lavendar's willing body, spread out like a trollop with smooth legs, waxed at least once a month, breasts to rival that of any modal's and lips so red and plump that you could lose your sanity quite delightfully, if only to find and unleash your inner sexual demon.

Hermione, on the other hand, had a slightly pouched tummy, her breasts not displayed at their full glory, legs unshaved and natural, her lips thin and parched, those monstrosity called hair like a halo of serenity and yet, he could barely control the throbbing of his cock and the precum, already making it's way, to form an appreciable dent and unbearable hardness in his pants. Maybe, because this wasn't just some quick fuck for her, or maybe because she still had the appeal of an inexperienced virgin. Whatever it may be, he was fighting a losing battle in restraining himself from devouring her. She looked ravishing, all flushed and bare, for him to feast on. Hell! This is it! And without warning, he inserted a finger inside her sobbing pussy to be greeted with that delightful scent which pleaded him to move faster and faster, uncaring of whether he hurt her.

Hermione had never felt such pleasure before. Her whole body was on fire! Receptive and responsive to whatever he did! At this point, she longer cared that she was sprawled in quite a provocative and revealing manner, should a professor of worse still, a student should come to pass. Merlin! She was sure her ill-suppressed moans and heaves could well be heard a mile away, yet she couldn't for her life stop Ron from such intense gratification. Her mind almost went numb when he roughly circled at her clitoris and then pushed one finger….then two….in and out, in and out, in and…..till she was no longer lucid but limp and quite obliging of his attentions. Her mind whirled with sparks and her heart lurched with a fluttering feeling and then she was flying, unrestrained and wild, floating on a cloud of shame at being caught and guilt for using her lover so ruthlessly. But all this just added to the thrill and momentum of what she had only fantasized in her dirtiest fantasies, never to believe that someone would actually finger-fuck her against a bloody Hogwarts wall!

Still lost in the throes of passion, she was rudely awakened when Ron thrust his thick cock, proud and erect, sporting a purplish bulbous head and an impressive girth, into her tight virgin pussy. Her cries became painful and she thrashed wildly in an effort to slow him down. But her little cock-loving kitten felt otherwise and continued glistening with fluid, lubricating his inconsiderate heartless cock, and goading that enormous manhood to plunge deep inside her, till she was sure he'd dig a new hole or probably stretch her pussy into two. He went on, heedless of all her begging. Hermione herself didn't mind much but she had expected her first time to be a bit slow and romantic. Fuck, romantic! There was not even much kissing or battling of tongues involved. The moment those wicked fingers of his started fondling and laving affection to her wanton breasts; she was laid prostrate at his mercy,

" Mione, what if someone, say Harry were to find us, screaming and fucking, I, pumping into your shameless pussy and you, quite submissively taking it all in?"

It conjured quite a disturbing image in her mind, and brought all her fears to a staggering reality. "What if Harry were to really chanced upon us? My pussy invitingly spread for all and sundry and his cock thrusting ferociously. What will Harry think? My bra discarded, not a scrap covering my modesty…would be disgusted or…"

The alternatives seemed quite naughty. " I'd be on my knees, pleading for more and Harry would stealthily peek from underneath his invisibility cloak. Ah! He'd feel dirty but also undeniably aroused and I'll wriggle my cunt just a bit, for only his eyes….. That's sure to make him hot and bothered!" With a satisfied smirk she went on...

He opens the first two buttons, feeling the air hot and a hint of hair and muscle delightfully draw her senses. His eyes droop to mere slits and he makes a sexy moan, his hand massaging his cock, now fully hard and stroking it to the frantic whimpers and thrusts of his best mate. Hermione…..such a willing whore. What wouldn't he give to spank that jiggling ass. They would be streaked with red and juices clear and musky like the richest Aphrodite would leak from her weeping cunt.

Such sinful, delectable fantasies became all too much for the honourable and uptight Miss Granger and with a final thrust, deep enough to sow his seed, they both orgasmed with shrieks of pain or pleasure (It wasn't very clear at this point, with blood rushing to their nether regions than to their brains and all the excitement and exertion having consumed any shred of reason or sensibility that they may have hitherto possessed.) Hermione lay exhausted and sated, at least for now, but with a niggling feeling of what she called intuition, warning that all was not as it seemed to be.

Author's Notes:

So...I've used my creative abilities, at least for now. Updates will take some days. Till then, Enjoy...

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