Previously:
As she walked towards the Gryffindor tower, Hermione pulled out her wand and cast a Tempus and looked at the time. It would be a good few hours before Ron was with them, a good few hours too long. She was increasingly getting nervous at the fact that she had to confront Harry again, but from the way Ron told her, he was completely normal about the whole thing. The sex the couple experienced with Harry had been amazing, and no doubt he felt the same way. Regardless of this, Hermione began to dawdle on her way to the dorm, intentionally running into friends to delay the time she would have to spend in the dorm. After what seemed like an age catching up with a few classmates, she looked at her clock to realise that barely half the time had gone, and agreed that she would have to face the awkwardness of Harry soon enough. With this, she began to make her way across the courtyard towards the Gryffindor tower.
The sun had begun to sink away a bit as Hermione reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, lighting the sky in an attractive navy blue filter. The gorgeous brunette couldn't help but look out and admire the sky for a moment, the warm summers air blissfully splashing against her as she enjoyed the early night's sky. Though her moment's gaze was broken when the door of the common room opened suddenly. Hermione turned in surprise to see Harry standing there, the same tall, handsome, dark-haired figure that she had been wondering about. She had known him for almost a decade now, but he looked or felt different to her in a way she couldn't put her finger on.
"You're supposed to say the password." Harry laughed as he nodded to the portrait, he had obviously caught her staring vacantly.
"Yes, yes, I know." Hermione mocked as she walked into the common room. "Are you heading out?"
"Just for a bit, got to give something to Neville. I'm surprised you're not in the library, 'Mione. What's up?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yeah, I don't have any assignments today which would change tomorrow, so I'm taking a break today, also I'm coming out with you guys tonight," Hermione said, bobbing up and down on the toes of her feet, slightly anxiously.
"Ohhhh, Ron." Harry shook his head before cracking a joke in his now usual fashion. "He just doesn't get a guy's night, does he? Unless you're a guy yourself," Harry quipped.
"And that would make you gay." Hermione quipped back.
"... well... played," Harry replied with a nod. "See you in a bit."
"See ya." Hermione turned back to the dorm.
Hermione couldn't help but realise how well that went. They were back to the same friendly banter they always had between them. Harry didn't seem phased or shocked in the slightest to see her at all, which lifted a great deal of tension from her. As amazing as the night Ron and she had shared with Harry was, she wouldn't want their friendship to suffer as a result. Hermione thought back to the night for a moment, her horniness uncontrollably teasing her with the erotic visions she experienced several weeks ago.
The brunette tried to shake off the thoughts that only festered deeper thanks to the already lingering desire to relieve some 'tension'. This wasn't helped when Hermione opened the door for Ron's dorm. To anyone else, it would have seemed like a completely normal Hogwarts dormitory, but to the gorgeous brunette girlfriend, it was a lot more. She couldn't look at the bed, the desk, the shower, nothing, without thinking about how often she had been fucked there by Ron, but more importantly, Harry. Hermione gazed at the bed she so casually slept in for a few weeks, and now that Harry had been so close in the flesh, she couldn't help but stop thinking about what they did there the night they shared.
Hermione walked into the room and closed the door. For the briefest of moments, she wondered whether she would get away with masturbating before Harry got back, but that may have sent out the wrong signal if he did come back to find his friend's girlfriend touching herself in his dorm. She moved to Ron's bed and sat down on it, looking across to Harry's untidy bed. Visions of her seeing Harry in it whilst being fucked by her boyfriend flooded back, and a jolt of excitement shot to her pussy.
"Calm down, girl," Hermione whispered to herself as she shifted in the hope her legs would relieve some tension. She had been this way ever since she had parted with Ron since the start of the new year, admittedly that had only been a little over a day, but after such a passionate few weeks together, it seemed much longer. She cast a Tempus to realise that all but 5 minutes had passed since she had last seen Harry, which felt like a lot more by that point. No doubt it would be a long night until she would receive any relief from Ron.
Hermione's confusion as to where Harry had gone off to was quickly answered as he opened the door and made his way into his dorm. Hermione greeted him with a smile as he walked in and threw his broom and some Quidditch kit onto his bed.
"How ya been, 'Mione?" Harry asked, sorting through his stuff on his bedside table.
"Really good, actually," Hermione said, unintentionally sounding far too lustful about the happenings of her holiday with Ron. "You?"
"Are things still good with Ron?" Harry asked, ignoring Hermione's question.
"They are," Hermione answered, a bit of sarcasm in her voice in regards to the directness of Harry's questions.
Harry turned around and stared at Hermione for a bit. "You guys are still cool after what happened, right?"
"Didn't Ron tell you we are?" Hermione asked a little confused. But more to the point, she was actually kind of touched that Harry, not insensitive in the very least descriptive term, showed compassion about what happened, he seemed genuinely concerned that something may be wrong.
"He did, but I just wanted to make sure," Harry replied, now back to his casual self. He sat down at his desk and opened up his family grimoire. Hermione felt the urge, yet again, of reading what the generations of Potters and Peverells had accumulated over the years, but quashed it. She knew she won't be able to read anything anyway.
Hermione let out a little smile, though it wasn't lustful this time, something she couldn't help but hold back after being away from Ron for even a day. This time, she was generally touched at how well Harry had taken the whole situation. The three of them always had gotten on, and there was a huge concern for both Ron and Hermione that Harry would still find it weird to be around them, even if they found it okay themselves. Hermione let her shoulders slump and she laid back on her hands, still sat against Ron's bed.
Whilst this was happening, a surge of excitement had struck Harry's heart. He continued to aimlessly stare at his grimoire, pretending to peruse its pages for spells unknown, but he took none of it in. He watched through his periphery as Hermione slouched back in comfort, eyeing every little detail of her mood as she relaxed in the room after the potentially awkward conversation. While Harry did hold Ron as a good friend, he hadn't forgiven him for all his past transgressions, and he wasn't one to quickly forget the night he had the chance to be with his girlfriend...
Harry had remained quiet about the happenings of his Yule break, though this was normal for Harry. For this time, he had good reason. Amongst the hanging out with the Lupins and sorting out his affairs with the goblins, he planned. Planned almost pedantically about his return to his roommate, but more importantly, his roommate's girlfriend. While Harry wasn't always a confident person, he had grown in character over the past few years and had an amazing ability to control a conversation, to lead by influence, and in his ways, get what he wanted. His mind wandered from item to item and girl to girl, it was natural that Harry was setting himself a challenge. But Hermione had consumed him. Ron had made an incredible mistake of ever letting Harry get near his girlfriend, let alone giving him the chance to fuck her, and much like he knew whilst he was inside the stunning brunette a few weeks ago, he knew now. He was going to fuck her again.
It was important for Harry to make sure the couple was relaxed around him, he gathered this while he was away through the lack of communication from both Ron and Hermione. Normally the guy would contact him a few times a day, but this time, it dwindled, and with him sharing a room with a stunner like Hermione, Harry made the obvious assumption as to what they were doing. No doubt they would have talked, or potentially even explored how Harry had fucked Ron's girlfriend, as a matter of fact, Harry was relying on it. He wanted to strengthen the fetish between the two, make them absorbed by it and make it their own, in that way they would feel completely comfortable for Harry to replay the fantasy they harvested. They would feel completely comfortable in the sensual act of letting Harry fuck Hermione again.
"You're not having a seizure, are you?" Hermione broke Harry's train of thought. He was no longer reading, just staring blankly at the page in front of him.
"You would not believe how captivating some of these spells and ward schemes are." Harry joked. "This ward turns the blood of the intruder into the mud, poetic really."
"Ugh, too graphic," Hermione remarked, acting along with Harry's quip.
"So Ron told me about your fortnight alone together," Harry spoke as he swung around his chair. He looked at Hermione to gain her attention.
He knew just then how right he was obsessing over this girl. He had always admired Hermione, but after finding out what she was capable of he wasn't able to get her out of his mind. Harry wasn't one to be blinded by 'love', not anymore, he was being blinded by lust. Whether she had been Ron's girl or his sister-in-law, he would stop at no end to be able to fuck her on a regular basis, and the way he approached tonight was crucial to making sure that would happen.
"W-what... really?" Hermione choked slightly, taken aback by the abruptness of Harry. She wasn't completely shocked by this though, as it was very much in Harry's nature. "A-about how we?"
"How you what?" Harry asked, feigning confusion.
"The uh, you know, roleplay," Hermione said a little shyly, which definitely wasn't in her nature.
"The what!?" Harry faked a surprised laugh. He looked at Hermione blushing, knowing he may be able to get something out of her embarrassment. "He told me you guys just fucked like mad. You have to tell me about the roleplay now."
"I... no!" Hermione stammered in embarrassment.
"Oh c'mon." Harry laughed. "There's no way I'm missing a chance to get dirt on either Ron or you."
"No, it's nothing like... weird or anything." Hermione started, stumbling for words.
Harry smiled on as the incredibly bright mind of Hermione continued to fumble for an excuse. He always found it interesting just how easily the brightest of girls can be made speechless at the mention of their sex life.
"Ah, that's a shame," Harry said, trying to make it sound a little more casual before continuing his assault for the answer he already knew. "What was it then?"
"Ron would kill me if I told you," Hermione answered, though Harry knew that was hardly the case.
"Oh... it's nothing sick, is it?" Harry asked, acting with a little disgust to try and force Hermione into a retort.
"No! What do you take us for!" Hermione acted defensively. She looked around the room a little nervously before mustering up the courage, to tell the truth. She was a little concerned that he would actually find their roleplay about him sick, but being forced for an answer, she spoke. "You."
"Huh?" Harry once again feigned confusion.
"The roleplay was about you," Hermione said before quickly correcting herself. "That night! The night we all... you know."
"The night I fucked you?" Harry put a little emphasis on the word 'fucked', he now knew the effects that dirty talk had on Hermione and planned to use that to his advantage. "I thought you meant something else, yeah, Ron's told me that one."
"What!?" Hermione sat up alarmed. "He told you?"
"Well yeah." Harry laughed a little. It was key for him to make the couple feel casual about the taboo fetish, something as casual as anything between any decent couple. "God, I thought you were into some sick shit for a moment."
"He actually told-..." Hermione started before cutting herself off. She just realised that the guy she was talking to knew about the incredibly dirty fantasies she and Ron had been sharing, at least to some extent. Though he was acting rather nonchalant for someone who just found out his friend and his girlfriend had been roleplaying about him. "You don't think that's odd?"
"No, not really," Harry answered bluntly. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair in a rather satirical manner. "It's normal for the ladies to fantasize about me."
"You're rather full of yourself." Hermione laughed at just how lame Harry was being at this point.
"And you've been rather full of me." Harry quipped in response, giving a smile.
It had the desired effect. Hermione nearly instantly stopped her laugh due to the vivid flashbacks of what had happened on the bed they shared not so long ago. She remembered the look in the boyfriend's eyes as the man sitting across from her began to enter her. There wasn't a single sensation of pain, only pleasure, despite the size of him... God, the size of him... Hermione's thoughts were cut short when she realised Harry was still staring at her.
"I assume you'll make jokes like this forever." Hermione broke her stare a little nervously, her voice was shaky as she spoke.
"Well after the shit you and Ron played with, I have a lot of material." Harry laughed.
"How much did he tell you?" Hermione asked, a little nervously. Harry seemed fine with knowing they fantasized about him, but she still wasn't sure he knew the full extent of it.
"Quite a bit." Harry lied, the fact of the matter was he only knew there was a fantasy between the two, a replication of the night they all shared, that was all he pushed to get out of Ron. It was more important for him to hear Hermione say it, he needed to gauge her interest in the subject. He mustered up a vague lie in the back of his head, hoping part of it would be true enough to fuel the conversation. "Him pretending to be me, you pretending to get fucked by me."
"He didn't tell you about 'Harry'," Hermione asked a little nervously.
"Ohh yes." Harry laughed, a little confused by what she had meant by this. "He seems like a great guy, I should meet him someday."
Hermione let out a loud laugh. She had assumed Harry was joking about wanting to meet the vibrator she had nicknamed after him, as a matter of fact, he was solely searching for an answer to the question she asked him. She eyed him up for a moment. She was a little excited at the prospect of how well the conversation was going, the chance to talk about it with someone else, the fact that this was so normal to him. She knew Harry was the sort of guy who could have been with a good number of girls, but he never used his fame like that, maybe he had come across other girls like her after his breakup?
"Well, he doesn't quite compare to the real thing." Hermione laughed a little nervously as she reached for her mirror. She looked through the images she had saved that Ron had taken of her, trying desperately to find the least scandalous one of her and her vibrator, which naturally happened to be very difficult. Eventually, she came across one that was taken mere moments before she sucked it off in front of Ron, she was posing with a rather sultry face near it. She turned the mirror, gave a meek smile and showed the picture to Harry.
"Almost, but not the same," Harry answered immediately at seeing the photo. This was insane, they had only been talking for a few minutes and she was already showing pictures of her and her vibrator. Admittedly, nothing too dirty, but he was getting somewhere with this. More to the point, the girl had actually named her vibrator after him, no doubt that would have made for dirty roleplay, he thought. He eventually spoke, trying to reaffirm the casualness of it all, though at the same time unintentionally unearthing greater clues to the dirty puzzle that was their fetish. "Everything is safe with me, don't worry."
"Good to hear," Hermione replied, more confident in confiding in Harry. "Because if those guys on the Quidditch team heard about the what happened a few nights before you came back..."
"Sorry, what now?" Harry asked, this time legitimately amused by her reaction.
Hermione instinctively cupped her hands over her mouth, her eyes shot wide open. Ron had obviously not told him about the Quidditch fantasy they played on in the last few nights they shared together. Her cheeks blushed as the handsome figure of Harry peered at her.
"No, no, no!" Harry laughed as he raised from his chair. He moved Hermione's hands from her mouth playfully, trying to get her to talk. "I want to hear this!"
"No!" Hermione laughed as he wrestled her playfully. Her heart began to beat a little faster at the realisation that Harry was touching her so freely. His hands were strong, dominant and controlling in a way she had only felt the night they had been together.
"You didn't fuck one of them?" Harry faked some shock. He knew Hermione wouldn't have done this, but accusing her of far dirtier things would most likely get her to spill the beans.
"God, no!" Hermione said in surprise, even a little offended that he even thought that. She looked up at Harry as he stood back, now standing just in front of where he was sat before a couple of yards away. "It was just a bit of roleplay."
"Which you will now tell me." Harry laughed.
"We..." Hermione started.
"Yes..." Harry broke into the conversation after a long pause from the gorgeous 18-year-old brunette.
"We pretended that... well... it was actually Ron who suggested it, I think." Hermione lied in the case Harry was to find this last fantasy a little too odd for his liking. "That your Quidditch team would fuck me as you did in front of Ron."
"What?" Harry started. Even a man of his control was finding this a little hard to not show signs that he was turned on a bit, though once again he faked his response, this time acting a little disappointed. "You keep making it sound like you're into some really dirty stuff, then ruining it."
"No, no." Hermione started, trying to reaffirm to Harry just how erotic the fantasy was. Did he really not find this weird? "I told him I wanted to let the whole Quidditch team fuck me in front of him."
"Yeah, but that's not as weird as you made out it to be." Harry started, continuing his slightly disappointed tone. In actual fact, he was loving every moment of this. The bitch had been fantasizing about him the entire fortnight with her boyfriend and even pretending about fucking his entire Quidditch team. This girl was a dirty bitch.
"No, you should have heard us." Hermione started, almost trying to prove that her fantasy was sickening. "I really... 'we' really got into it. We pretended that you told the team if they won a game that they could all fuck me and that Ron had to watch as they all took turns using me."
"I've heard of weirder." Harry shrugged, trying hard not to react to the gorgeous brunette's arousing fantasy.
"Fuck off you have." Hermione threw a pillow at him, apparent in defeat. She couldn't believe just how well Harry was taking this whole conversation, she had always found him a decent guy and a very good friend, but being able to trust him with things like this was incredible, even for best friends like they were.
Harry gave a smile back. The stunning brunette seemed much more relaxed at this point, though completely oblivious to his intentions by making her have a casual approach to the fantasy she shared with her boyfriend. She had opened up to him, and now they were happily laughing about one of the dirtiest fantasies she had ever had. Harry knew this was too good an opportunity to turn down.
"Well, if you guys ever need help replicating it," Harry said smugly as he obviously pointed to his chest. There was a serious tone in his voice this time.
"I'm sure Ron would be over the moon to hear you say that," Hermione said sarcastically. Her voice was a little shaky at Harry's mention of the chance to let him fuck her again.
"He seemed fine with it when I offered." Harry shrugged. This was an obvious lie, he hadn't even brought up a repeat performance with him, but he continued with his carefully thought of words. "I won't be upset if it's you who doesn't want to."
"No, it's not that," Hermione replied rather quickly, not thinking of her response. She quickly shut herself up to allow her some time to think of what to say next. Merlin, had she just admitted that she was okay with Harry joining in again? She looked at Harry who didn't seem to notice, or care for that matter, he was rather relaxed about this whole conversation. "We like... the fantasy of it... but I think Ron would want to keep it solely as fantasy."
"Ron would want to keep it that way?" Harry quizzed, giving Hermione a cheeky smile. "Meaning you wouldn't want to keep it just as a fantasy?"
"No, I didn't say that." Hermione started, blushing a little at Harry's questioning.
"You didn't not say that." Harry smiled back at her.
"We're just... exploring it a little for the time being. I..." Hermione paused, sort of stunned for words as to how to explain what was going on between her and Ron. But then again, why did she have to? This was Harry, after all, not Ron. Sure, he may have been the one who sparked the fantasy, but he wasn't the one in on it. "Actually, I don't think it's any of your business, really."
"Sorry," Harry said as he rose his hands in apology. He had practically mastered the words for this sort of response. "I just thought it was a pretty neat fantasy you guys had going... and not just because it's about me... I was just interested. Sorry."
Hermione felt a little bit sorry, but more to the point a little intrigued at the fact that Harry liked the idea of the fantasy. Despite the fact that she had actually fucked Harry, she had never really seen him as one to enjoy such eroticism. She knew his nature, the sort of guy who was once an awkward boy but had grown into a confident man, but that's all she could picture him as, someone who enjoyed his life now and that's it.
The lovely brunette watched as Harry turned on his chair and faced his grimoire again. She felt a little let down when he did, as shocking as Harry's questioning was, she was sort of enjoying revealing the things Ron and she had done whilst he was gone, especially as he was the main kink in it all. She stared at him for a moment before speaking, hoping to reignite the same conversation.
"You really think it's hot?" Hermione asked, her tone apologetic in response to her snapping at him.
"I didn't say that. I said it was neat." Harry gave a little laugh before pausing for thought. "Yeah, though... I think what you and Ron are doing is pretty hot."
"I thought you would be creeped out by me or something," Hermione stated in relief.
"What? A girl like you thinking about me as she gets fucked?" Harry said incredulously as he joked. "Yeah, chills me to the bones..."
Hermione laughed nervously at Harry's joke, the nerves coming from his mention of their fantasy. She shuffled a bit on Ron's bed as she felt a slight tingle of pleasure shoot to her pussy at the sheer topic of the conversation with Harry. She couldn't believe she was being so open with him about her sex life, especially as it involved him so directly.
"I still don't think Ron would be too keen on a repeat." Hermione eventually spoke, her tone a little distant, but more importantly, a little disappointed.
"That's cool," Harry said lightly. "But if you guys ever change your mind, let me know. I'd be more than happy to fuck you again."
"W-what?" Hermione asked quickly in response. She had heard full well what Harry had said, but the excitement of his words made her ache to hear them again.
Harry knew full just what effect this was having on the gorgeous, 18-year-old girlfriend. He turned a little in his seat, looking at her before he spoke again.
"I said." He paused in anticipation, throwing Hermione a smug smile. "If your boyfriend ever wants to watch me fuck you again... I'll be more than happy to."
"S-... sure." Hermione almost lustfully swore at Harry's words but managed to compose herself. She stared at Harry as if soulless, her whole being absolutely caught on Harry's dirty words.
A moment passed as the pair stared at each other. As Hermione stared blankly, the last Potter's mind was whirling away in calculated guesses as to what the girl was thinking. Though that was obvious to any man with half a brain, Harry was planning how he would actually make this more of a reality. He knew after he fucked Hermione that she would find it hard to not want it to happen again, but now it was just about convincing her boyfriend, and from what heard from Hermione, it was going to be easier than he originally planned. The moment broke when Harry eventually spoke.
"I think we should get ready for Hogsmeade." Harry smiled, turning back to his casual self as if he had morphed into a completely different person.
Hermione could only manage a dazed nod.
To be continued...