Author's Note: The characters in this story are not owned by me, etc. You know the drill. Some people might think there is cheating present in this, I'll let you decide what to think. No, the female lead won't get pregnant. Some kinks are present tho. Hope you enjoy it.
The warm, gentle wind swept playfully through the vibrancy of another night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The houses buzzed with excitement and anticipation for a night of celebration, and as tonight officially marked the beginning of the Yule holidays, it was definitely a reason for celebration. The school was filled with beaming smiles and relaxed faces, a skip was found in the step of even the drollest of people, it was difficult not to enjoy the relaxation for the weeks ahead, and as the hours rolled into the night and the last of the classes ended, the common rooms slowly began to spring into life.
Despite a good majority of the inhabitants having had already gone out all around the school doing whatever they wanted to, the Gryffindor Common Room cried out in drunken elation. The tower sat matured and proud in the midst of its counterparts. A passerby would have thought the entire house was in celebration from the noise emitted alone, but the people inside only knew just how empty the tower was. The common room of the top floor blared loudly with music, though despite this, the conversation was flowing among the 20 or so house members and guests who had stayed back or had been invited in. It was quite early in the night, or at least for the students it was, and with the ample amount of firewhiskey remaining, courtesy of the notorious twins, it could have seemed the party wouldn't end at all.
Though among the inhabitants, there was one person who was hoping it would or was at least looking for an excuse to pardon herself from it for a short while. Hermione Granger wasn't agitated by the party, but the blaring music and drunken yells around her weren't enough to distract her from a certain 'tension' she had to burn away. She wasn't sure whether it was the elation of the holidays beginning or the effects of the firewhiskey she was drinking, but her body was flaring with lust at that point.
Any straight man who looked at Hermione would be more than happy to help her relieve this 'tension'. The stunning brunette attracted the attention of many men on a quiet day. At 18 years of age, her slender, 5'6" frame meant she wasn't the tallest of girls, but this only emphasized her silky, slightly creamy skin and firm body. Her ass held high and tight against her skinny jeans and her swelled breasts pushed teasingly against the top she wore, showing not much, but enough cleavage to attract the accidental subconscious gaze from any male passerby. Unfortunately for every other straight man, Hermione only sought to be relieved by one other, her boyfriend, Ron.
Ron on the other hand was on the other side of the room of the party, impressing a couple of friends by downing his third consecutive shot without rest. A few weeks away from academics spurred the party animal inside her 18-year-old boyfriend, and he was very quickly moving onto his 5th drink of the hour. Much to Hermione's standards, Ron was quite handsome, and while he wasn't the strongest or most intelligent of guys, his other attributes made him well distinguished among the masses. Although the way he looked was never particularly important to Hermione, she had found herself inseparable to Ron since they started dating almost 2 years ago.
Hermione watched as Seamus pushed the shot of firewhiskey back into Ron's hand and pulled out another one, cracking it open and readying to drain the contents into the funnel. Relishing the hope that the pair could sneak away from the party for a little alone time, she moved from her secluded corner and darted toward her boyfriend, interrupting before the firewhiskey could be drunk.
"Hey, baby." Hermione greeted, smiling at her boyfriend.
"Hey, gorgeous." Ron slurred slightly, holding the shot up as he spoke. "Enjoying yourself?"
Hermione was originally hoping to make a far more flirtatious response to her boyfriend, but by this point, his friends were jeering him to finish another shot. Distracted, she responded far more casually than originally intended.
"Yeah, the party's going great." She answered, now toying with the curly wave of her hair.
"Hey Hermione," Seamus shouted in inebriation.
Hermione smiled and waved in acknowledgement, she was somewhat used to having guys try to grab her attention since the Yule ball in her fourth year, and if anyone had mastered the ability to casually ignore a remark, it was her. She wasn't particularly fond of many of Ron's friends, it wasn't that she hated them, but she hated the way Ron turned when he was around them. They constantly jeered him into every extra drink and stupid prank they decided to pull, which hindered any intimacy she could have hoped when they were all together. Out of the small group of Ron's friends at the party, the only one she really got along with was her best friend and his roommate, Harry.
It was odd that Ron and Harry got along so well since their first year, on paper they were worlds apart. Harry was a serious man who sported short and messy dark hair and an athletic physique, which came naturally to him from his work in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Probably their shared love for the game was one of the reasons they got on like a house on fire from day one, and given the fact that was Harry's childhood, they were quite close.
"Sorry 'Mione, but Ron has a commitment." Harry interrupted the conversation and gave Ron a playful punch on the arm to continue. No doubt this was another game between the two.
Ron didn't need any more convincing, he gave a fun smile to his 18-year-old girlfriend before sinking a little on his knees and lifting the long cord of the shot above his head, the funnel end meeting his lips. There was a jeer from his friends as Harry poured another bottle of firewhiskey into the funnel, the amber liquid gushing down to Ron. A very short moment later, Ron stood up, raising his arms and gloating to Harry.
"Harry, do you mind if I steal MY boyfriend?" Hermione joked as she grabbed Ron's arm, pulling him toward her.
"The sooner you admit he's mine the better it is for us all." Harry laughed as he watched the pair walk from the room, his friends laughed.
Ron stumbled a little as Hermione dragged him from the noisy common room to the Houses' stairway. At first, he thought that he had done something wrong, though surely it couldn't be for all his drinking when she had no problem with the party in the first place. After locking themselves in the stairway, Hermione turned to her boyfriend and pressed her lips to his. After the initial surprise, Ron parted his lips, mashing them against his girlfriends as they kissed passionately. Hermione trying with every ounce in her body to show him just how horny she had been repressing for the last hour.
"Hey..." Ron smiled, greeting the different Hermione that just dragged him away from the party.
"I was thinking..." Hermione pressed her body up to Ron's, her firm tits pushing softly against her boyfriend's chest as she did so. Her hand met Ron's crotch, squeezing against his now hardening cock as she parted her lips, moaning softly as their tongues danced together. She broke the kiss before finishing, trying to persuade her boyfriend with a sultry voice. "We should go to your dorm while we have the chance."
Hermione had every reason to pounce on the opportunity. Ever since their final year started, it had become far trickier to get time to themselves. Hermione was mad about studies and had fully immersed herself into their NEWTs, and this meant the couple were further away than they had previously been, not to mention the hassle they faced trying to get time alone since the Room of Requirement had been destroyed by Fiendfyre and Ron was sharing a room with Harry. Although it was some relief that final year students had to share their rooms with only one person, but it was still a hassle sometimes. If Hermione couldn't sneak off with her boyfriend now, while Harry was at the party, she wouldn't get a chance tonight at all. It had been a few weeks since she had been fucked by Ron due to their arrival at Hogwarts, and it was starting to show. She felt a flutter in her stomach in anticipation at the mere thought of being taken on his bed. But that flutter was quickly extinguished by a response Hermione wasn't expecting.
"In a bit?" Ron asked. "I'm just enjoying the party."
"Please, babe." Hermione actually started to plead with her boyfriend at this point. The shock of the original rejection stunned any angry response from the 18-year-old brunette. "Harry will go upstairs soon, I've been wanting this for days."
"A few more drinks?" Ron asked, eyeing over to the party. "I promise, I'll fuck you nice and proper, but I'm just having a good time now."
A surge of pleasure went to Hermione's cunt at the promise of being fucked, she squeezed gently against the now hard bulge through Ron's jeans. She looked up to him, her dirty-brunette hair covering her face slightly as she bit her lip, trying desperately to convince him to take her now.
Despite the attempt, Ron leant in and kissed his girlfriend one last time, before parting from her body and pulling her back toward the noisy party.
Hermione couldn't help but feel frustrated at her boyfriend, but the promise of a good fucking from him later salvaged her mood, but this was if Harry hadn't already gone to bed by then.
As the pair entered the common room they were hit by the wave of loud music and cheers from Ron's friends on his return. Ron smiled and walked back over to meet them, happily taking another shot and a slap on the back from Harry as he came back. The banter between the boys flared back up as if it were never disrupted.
Seeking reclusion, Hermione found herself locked in thought in the corner of the common room, her back to the wall and her arms folded under her generous breasts as she surveyed the party. Her mind went from anxiously watching and waiting for the end of Ron's banter to the illicit thoughts of what was sure to come the moment he was done. Hermione was definitely a girl of needs, and while it had only been a few days since the last chance she had to fuck Ron, her desire was greatly growing. She contemplated whether she would ride him or be taken from behind? Then again, maybe Ron should do some of the work after making her wait. It had been almost 20 minutes of detailed planning by the loving girlfriend before her train of thought was broken.
"Hey, you." Harry greeted as he waved his hand playfully in front of Hermione's eyes to divert her attention. He lifted his foot up and pressed it flat against the wall behind him, leaning against it next to Hermione. "You're awfully quiet tonight."
"Your drunk squad has taken my boyfriend." Hermione scowled back, though she instantly regretted the harshness of her words, she knew Harry better than anyone, and this was hardly his fault. Hermione gave a quick sigh before apologizing, sounding far more welcoming the second time around. "Sorry, Harry, I just… wish he was celebrating a little more with me."
"Great future prospects for him," Harry said appreciatively. "He deserves to get a bit blinded."
Hermione gave a smile, though didn't turn her eyes from her boyfriend. Harry was right, Ron had worked insanely hard to get recruited by the Cannons as their reserve keeper, and this was his chance to suck in the gratification of his efforts.
The pair leant against the wall for a short while making idle chatter between them. Hermione never felt awkward hanging around with Harry, he was her first and best friend, and just the sort of guy she could happily talk to without the need to force conversation. For short whiles, the conversation died and the pair used the time to appreciate some friendly company, only to flare up now and again with heated bursts of perverted conversation, only too typical for Harry. If there was any reason why she was thankful for his breakup with Ginny last year, it was this personality shift in Harry. No longer did he have a solemn look on his face more often than not. Now he was happy, carefree and even cracked dirty jokes that always made her laugh.
"Treat him well tonight." Harry nudged Hermione playfully with his muscular arm. "My boy deserves it."
"You could just blow him yourself." Hermione joked. "We all know you're so proud of him."
"I think we both know you'd do a far better job." Harry laughed before propping himself off the wall and standing before Hermione. "Good luck tonight, 'Mione, but I'm off to bed."
"What!?" Hermione asked, shocked and irritated by Harry's decision to go to bed so early, it was barely midnight, Harry usually was showing up to parties about now. "No, come, have a few drinks."
"Nah." Harry shrugged. "I'm pretty tired and I've got a couple of things to get sorted tomorrow anyway."
Hermione wasn't sure if she was more disappointed or furious at Harry's decision. She knew full well if he had gone to bed then she wouldn't be able to take Ron down there herself. The entire nights anticipation and burning lust for her boyfriend would be pointless if she didn't have a chance to relieve herself of it with him.
"Come on, just a little longer." Hermione pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate.
"There are enough people here to keep the party going." Harry smiled, raising his brow at Hermione in speculation of her motives. He was right, a few members of nearby dorms had joined in the celebration and the top floor was now heaving with party-goers.
"You're no fun." Hermione sighed in defeat, though trying to sound casual about his parting.
"Then you won't mind if I go!" Harry laughed before turning around, he gave a short hug to Hermione as he made his way across the room.
Hermione watched him move across the room, giving his goodbyes to friends. His arrival in other areas caused a couple of cheers followed by some loud disappointed groans at the news. She watched him give Ron and Neville a slap each around the back before making his way to the stairway door. Hermione was certain her night couldn't get any worse from here on out. Irritated by the prospect of another night of sexual repression, she decided to grab herself a drink.
Another half an hour had passed, a very productive half hour for Hermione in terms of firewhiskey consumption. Being as close to the Weasley family as she was and the twins in particular, who even after graduating, had sent all this stuff to Hogwarts with no teacher being the wiser, she was easily subjected to exotic cocktails and fusions that distracted her from her irritation. Moving onto what was her fifth cocktail in short succession, Hermione was shortly distracted by the reappearance of her boyfriend, who had made his way over toward the couch she was sitting on to greet her.
"Hey, you." Ron slurred slightly as he slumped down next to her.
"Hey." Hermione slurred in response, now realizing just how much effect the firewhiskey had had on her. She wasn't drunk, but she was considerably 'merrier' than before.
"What are you drinking?" Ron nodded to a fluorescent green drink that shone from the glass Hermione was holding.
"A Goblin's Delight," Hermione said after a moment's thought. "It's actually quite nice. Here, try it."
Ron took a healthy swig from the cocktail glass, regret quickly swamped his face.
"I'll stick to firewhiskey." Ron groaned, causing his 18-year-old girlfriend to give a laugh.
The pair were obviously in a far better mood, and the hassles and worries of the argument before had completely slipped their minds. Before long the couple had stacked up a healthy pile of discarded glasses and firewhiskey bottles in front of them. Their conversation flowed, charged with relaxation, only broken by the odd bathroom break.
Hermione could barely remember the hassle that had happened only an hour ago, not due to the effects of the firewhiskey, but due to the charming distraction of her boyfriend. The couple moved closer, pressing softly up against each other on the sofa, the growing party around them a mere diversion to one and other. It wasn't long until Ron had resurfaced Hermione's illicit plans from before by placing his hand more firmly on the inside of Hermione's thigh.
Paying no attention to the many people around them, Hermione simply parted her legs a little, welcoming Ron's hand as it slowly dragged up toward her pussy. The openness of the display spurred Hermione on, she had always had a thing for fooling around in public, and Ron knew this. She knew full well that he was using this against her, but at that point, she didn't care if the whole room was watching.
Hermione closed her eyes as Ron's middle finger pushed against her pussy, rubbing gently at it through her jeans. As her loving boyfriend's finger rubbed against her clit, she realized just how wet she was by that point. Uncontrollably, she let out a soft moan, causing her to open her eyes in the panic that anybody had heard, though her mind was read by her loving boyfriend, who removed his hand and leant in close to her instead.
"Let's go upstairs," Ron whispered as he took Hermione's hand, standing up and leading her out of the room.
Hermione obediently followed, the effects of the firewhiskey clashing with the heavy and uncontrollable horniness caused by her boyfriend, causing her head to spin as she stood up quickly, but this didn't distract her from leaving the party as quickly as she could.
The pair gave a rushed set of goodbyes to remaining friends before rushing out of the common room and up the dorm stairs towards Ron's room on the top floor. They rushed as fast as the two lust-filled lovers could after heavy subjection to firewhiskey, and the fact that the entire top corridor was dark and empty didn't help this. Before long Ron had Hermione pinned to the outside of his dorm room, lifting one of her legs slightly as he ground into her, their lips meeting in heated passion as they finally found themselves alone.
"Fuck me," Hermione said playfully, giving a cheeky smile to her boyfriend as he opened the door and led her into his room.
The room was pitch black and empty, though this was quickly disrupted by the loud entrance of the heated lovers. A quick succession of loud kisses and ripping off of clothes followed as the pair made their way toward Ron's bed on the far side of the dorms room. The room lit up as Ron flicked on the light of a lamp, though after a moment or two, gave the room a dim-lit feeling.
Hermione looked around the empty room as her boyfriend proceeded to take off his jeans, he was already shirtless by this point. Books and papers were piled against a couple of desks near a spare trunk. Besides this, the only other addition to the room was Harry's bed, sitting empty on the other side of the room. Though before she could inspect the room any further, a pair of hands met her hips.
Hermione looked up as her boyfriend lifted her onto the bed. She was reduced to her bra and panties now, an impressive sight to behold. Her silky, slender body heaving in anticipation, pushing her breasts firmly against the confinements of her bra. She looked up to Ron and bit her lip, cooing him onto the bed. The gorgeous dirty-brunette laid oh so willingly on her back as she dipped her thumbs into her panties and began to slowly drag them down her thighs, inch by inch exposing her soaked pussy. She looked up to Ron, smiling playfully at the apparent bulge coming from his boxers.
Ron didn't need any more convincing. He started to pull down his boxers and stepped out of them, showing his bare cock to his girlfriend. He saw Hermione give a smile as his firm cock came into view, 6 inches and hard, so, so ready to fuck her. Ron quickly fumbled for his wand and cast an ejaculation barrier on his cock, giving a sigh at the warm sensation of the spell as it spread around the length of his penis.
"Come on, fuck me," Hermione begged as Ron crawled onto the bed. She parted her legs slightly to accommodate Ron's frame, before bucking her hips and arching her back, her body so willing and so ready to be fucked.
Ron leant into his stunning girlfriend and pressed his lips to hers. Their tongues mashing together as their bodies met. Ron felt Hermione's bra push against his chest as he began to lay on top of her, her tits were almost begging to be freed. Ron looked up to meet his loving girlfriend's eyes and with a cheeky smile, he started to slide inch by inch of his hard cock into Hermione.
Hermione instantly let out a moan as all 6 inches of Ron's cock slowly started to sink into her hot and willing pussy. She felt like she hadn't been fucked in years, and as the bed beneath them slowly began to rock back and forth with every thrust, her hunger to be fucked grew greater and greater. Hermione lifted her silky, slender legs, wrapping them around her boyfriend as he began to drive his dick inside her, pulling him closer with every thrust he made.
"Ohhhh goooood... yes." Hermione squealed in appreciation as Ron began to thrust harder and faster. "Oh, fuuuuuck... I've wanted this so bad."
Ron groaned through gritted teeth, his hands resting either side of Hermione's head as he continued to pump into his stunning girlfriend. Every inch of his cock was being squeezed by Hermione's hot, wet pussy. Hermione had always been a great fuck, even if she always made him apply the barrier charm on his cock. Ron's eyes met Hermione's and the couple stayed staring at each other, faces inches apart and breathing heavily as Ron continued to drive his dick relentlessly into Hermione's welcoming pussy.
Hermione stared back, her mouth open as she breathed heavily, staring absently into her boyfriend's eyes. All she could focus on now was the hard dick driving into her, her need, her absolute desire to be fucked like this for days, and all the while the intensity of her orgasm began to build.
"Come on baby... uhhh... fuck me..." Hermione moaned, begging to be fucked rougher. She tightened her grip around Ron's waist with her legs and began to thrust upward, her pussy meeting Ron's dick with more intensity after each thrust. She moaned loudly, arching her back, trying desperately to get fucked as hard and fast as she could.
"You like that?" Ron growled as he picked up his pace, the bed began to rock more violently with every hard thrust he made into his stunning brunette girlfriends pussy.
"Yes... OH FUCK... yes." Hermione moaned as she closed her eyes, her mind focusing on the wonderful tingling sensation tower inside her, her orgasm was going to be incredible.
All the drama of the night barely surfaced in her mind, all she could think of now was how good this hard fuck was, how so-fucking-good was every inch of her boyfriend's hard dick driving into her. She no longer cared that Ron had rejected her originally, that he left her alone while he drank with his friends, all she cared about was the ever tower orgasm brought on by his relentless thrusting. She didn't care about how stupid Ron acted around his friends, or that Harry had ruined her plans by going to bed early...
Hermione's eyes shot wide open in shock. Her stomach fluttered and she almost let out a loud gasp. She had completely forgotten Harry had gone to bed early, and here she was, practically naked as she was being fucked hard by her boyfriend, moaning loudly and begging to get it harder. She hesitantly turned her head on the pillow it was rested again, looking across the room towards Harry's bed, praying by chance that he had decided to go out.
The stunning brunette gasped when she saw the blankets of the bed across from them formed into the shape of a body. She followed the formed outline up toward the top of the bed with her eyes, all the while having her legs wrapped around her boyfriend, being fucked ruthlessly toward an amazing orgasm. Closing her eyes, she was almost praying that Harry was asleep, but as she opened them, she saw from across the room a pair of eyes staring back.
To be continued...