Introduction: Usually I don't publish stories with a lot of explicit content, but I think it could be interesting. This story takes place during Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts (something of a mix between movie and book universe, I suppose, I imagine mostly how everything looks like in the movies, but a bit more fleshed out if that makes sense) and that's probably all you need to know!

Deals with mature themes such as graphic sexual activity and nudity, as well as anxiety, trauma, violence, depression and possible underage sex and pregnancy. This story does not represent my views and beliefs as the author or any other real person, dead or alive.

It was a cold winter day around two in the afternoon, the sun bleakly shining in through the windows. Harry was impatient, stuck in History of Magic, drumming his fingers rapidly on the cover of A History of Magic.

Professor Binns was basically asleep, possibly making Harry's escape all that much easier. He crammed down the book in his bag and heaved it over his shoulder.

Class was over soon anyway, there was no point in sticking around. Binns would probably not mind.

And he was right, he had no issue leaving his desk and making his way for the door.

Sneaking out through the door, his heart, he couldn't stop himself from thinking of her as he almost jogged down the halls.

He and Hermione had secretly been meeting in secluded locations around the castle, it had started one particularly crazy week that had been nothing but steamy looks being exchanged between the two of them.

At the end of that Friday night, after everyone had gone to sleep, they had met up in the common room… and he still couldn't believe it… he had promptly kissed her as soon as words came out of her mouth. The snogging hadn't stopped until near dawn, it had been a very special moment.

Harry chuckled at thinking of how they had decided to set things up as if they had fallen asleep doing their homework, as to not rouse suspicion.

Over time, intense snogging sessions turned into a bit more heated but not by any means sex – the word felt foreign and foul in Harry's mind – but he wouldn't be opposed to trying.

"Harry! Oi mate, where are you going?"

Ron – of all people, Harry thought.

Harry sighed and stopped in his tracks by Ron. Not even his best mate knew about what was going on between him and Hermione, and for that he felt he was betraying Ron's trust.

But if Ron knew, all hell would break loose.

"Hiya Ron", said Harry, attempting his best at not sounding too miffed.

But Ron caught on quick if anything was up. "What's up? Marietta still scolding you?"

For a solid second, Harry had no idea what he was talking about. "Marietta?"

Ron grinned, laughing. "Cho's friend, y'know."

Harry gasped in surprise; he had completely forgotten about Cho. All that had been on his mind for the last two months had been Hermione.

They hadn't been getting the chance to meet for an entire week now since both of them had been so busy. Naturally, his mind was going crazy, not being able to kiss and touch her.

"Y-yeah. Yeah right, Marietta – no", said Harry.

Ron chortled. "What's up, mate? Your head has been in the clouds for weeks."

He could not find out. Whatever you do, don't even allude to it, he thought.

"I've… had homework."

Yeah, homework about the shape of another person's mouth and body, a nasty little thought said in his head.

"Homework?" said Ron, his face telling him he did not believe him. He was definitely suspicious. "I've barely seen you!"

"Y-yeah! I've had tons of homework, I'm heading for the library."

"You're starting to sound like Hermione", said Ron. "Speaking of, have you seen her?"

"No." Very convincing, Harry, he thought to himself.

Yet again, Ron laughed. "Okay. I just wanted to ask if I could copy her essay on—"

Something defensive rose up in Harry, maybe it was unwarranted jealousy. He looked down on the cracked watch on his wrist; he was five minutes late to his meeting with Hermione.

"Yeah, I'll tell her. Look, Ron, I really need to go", said Harry. "See you at dinner."

He left a very confused Ron behind, hurrying towards the place which he and Hermione had agreed to meet for this afternoon; an unused classroom on the fifth floor.

His heart raced faster as he got closer. And finally, there she was, standing outside the classroom clutching a book against her chest, anxiously looking down the hall from the opposite way he was walking down.

Students were starting to flood through the halls to head to their next destination. He pushed his way desperately towards Hermione, wanting her, needing her.

Someone bumped into him. He almost knocked them over in his hurry. "Watch where you're going!"

"My bad. Sorry."

Hermione turned her head, her eyes searching and looking fretfully for him.

Harry waved at her, but amongst the crowd he might as well be invisible. This was exactly the reason he had wanted to sneak out early.

But as soon as he got out of the crowd, her face lit up, and just as they were within arm's reach of each other, Harry embraced and kissed her. Surprised by his sudden incentive, her hands cupped his face and to his surprise, she didn't try to pull away. The book hit the ground with a thud.

He didn't care that people were probably staring at them. He was pretty confident that they didn't know anyone going to a class at this floor at this time, so it was no big deal.

Still kissing, Harry forced up the door behind her, letting it slam shut as they entered. His hands traveled across the edge of her skirt, very quickly making it fall to the ground.

He was eager to test something they had been discussing earlier this week, and he wanted to try it now.

Bumping into a desk, Hermione broke off the kiss. She was smiling at him. A silvery string of saliva were caught between them, dripping down onto their robes. "Impatient, are we?"

"You have no idea."

The bag on his shoulder slid off, hitting the ground with a loud thump. Her hands hastily unbuttoned his robes while he kissed her neck, his fingers tugging at her panties.

"Okay, slow down there a little", she laughed.

His robes flapped to the ground.

Harry withdrew his hand from her panties and looked at her, his other hand still firmly behind her head. His breath was heavy, hers was too.

"We've not had a chance to be together in a week."

She bit her lower lip. "I know", she smiled sadly and placed a kiss on his lips.

Hermione placed her hand in his untidy hair, his in hers.

Hermione's brown, kind and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, looked back at him. He could see that she trusted him with every fiber in her being, though at the same time she was frightened of doing anything without much knowledge of it.

The seventeen-year-old girl that was his girlfriend was even more beautiful in the sunlight creeping in through the windows.

Harry took off her robes, tossing them aside. It landed on another desk a bit away. He was getting annoyed at how many layers of clothes were between them.

Clearly noticing his frustration as he tugged the buttons on her shirt, Hermione helped his trembling hand undo them. Her shirt easily slid off her, revealing her fair and soft skin.

A thought of just wanting to ravage her until she begged him to stop drifted across his mind. He felt sickened by his savage thoughts. It was not even past dinner and he had a desire to fuck her brains out.

It caused him to throw up a bit in his mouth. Hermione definitely noticed it.

"Calm yourself. Breathe", she smiled and proceeded to kiss him deeply, her hand moving down to his crotch. He felt warm at her touch, his dick stiffening in his trousers at her mere touch. "You enjoy that?"

Harry didn't respond, he only kept kissing her, making sure he was breathing and not suffocating himself.

Hermione tore herself away from his mouth, her hands snuck into his underwear, and she crouched down to her knees while pulling them off along with his pants, revealing his erect dick to her.

She reached out with her hand towards his crotch. Her fingers firmly locked around his dick, her breath unsteady and rapid. And she was one to tell him to breathe, he thought.

She spat onto his dick, and calmly, her hand started to move up and down, exciting him. Placing his hand in her hair, he smiled down at her. She responded to his smile; her eyes fixed at his face.

The sickening feeling in his throat kept rising. Something about doing this in the middle of the day was revolting, but at the same time it excited him.

"We should've waited until night", he said.

They had spent a lot of nights with each other, mostly snogging and occasionally taking baths in the Prefect's Bathroom.

Her eyes looked mischievously at him. "It'll be fine."

Harry couldn't help but let go of a gasp. "You're fine." The color in Hermione's cute face changed from a warm white to a rosy pink. He brushed his hand across her cheek. She smiled shyly.

"Harry!" she exclaimed.

"It's the truth."

"That is sweet of you."

While her one hand worked on him, her other took off her bra, one of the last pieces of clothing left on her body. It fell lightly to the ground, but yet she threw it to the side, it landed somewhere under one of the desks.

Harry braced himself against the desk behind him. His knees felt weak under the arousing feeling eating him from the inside.

Her round breasts and hard nipples only enticed him more.

Giving the room a quick glance, Harry noticed now how big of a mess they had caused by throwing their clothes all over the place. But right now, all that really mattered was her.

"Harry, I've been thinking", she said suddenly, as if this was some bizarre, casual conversation they had every day.

Even though she was talking to him, her warm hand didn't stop moving around his dick.

"About what?"

"We've been meeting like this for a bit over two months at this point. And it's hard to find time when we can be alone."

"Uh-huh", he was intently focused on her eyes, trying not to puke right now.

"I don't want to keep us a secret", Hermione said.

"We sort of have to", said Harry.

Hermione sighed. She looked incredibly disappointed. Strangely, she didn't retaliate. Instead, she smiled at him in silence.

"H-hermione?" he gasped after another few seconds of her touch. He was very close to coming – he felt it.

"Yes?"

"I think—"

Harry flinched, his thoughts on a rampage through his mind as something warm worked its way inside his dick; out shot thick semen all over her chest, some sprayed on her face. She seemed to not be quite ready and had closed her eyes, mouth agape.

"Well, I suppose that is expected", Hermione said, tilting her head in bemusement.

"Sorry", said Harry.

"Not to worry", she smacked her lips and used her robes to wipe off her face.

Harry let his fingers run through her hair as Hermione stood up, her almost naked body suddenly very clear to him, her hand still firmly placed on his crotch.

They had a hard time taking their eyes off each other's bodies, studying them with their gaze. Hermione had a very nice, close to curvy body and unlike him she had actually bothered to shave off every single hair, neck down.

"What do you want to do now?" asked Hermione, smiling. Harry wanted to tell her, or even take the incentive himself as he had imagined in his head, but now that he stood here, he was almost paralyzed.

Infront of her naked beauty he felt like a naïve little boy. Instead he just took her hand. He had seen her naked before but this felt different, he couldn't quite explain it.

Seemingly to be able to understand what was going on in his head, Hermione took his hands and placed them on her breasts while she was removing her panties.

He felt dizzy, his eyes staring into hers, he was definitely going to puke or pass out, possibly both.

"You need some air?"

Hermione placed a kiss on his mouth and hurried away towards the windows, prying one of them open. Harry's eyes zagged down to her butt, returning to her face when she turned back around and came walking to him.

"Better?"

The chill air coming in through the window definitely dampened the sickening feeling rising in his stomach.

"Yeah."

She placed her hands around his neck and kissed him. Her bare body pressed against his, and his still aroused dick pushed against her abdomen.

Hermione pulled away and placed her head on his shoulder.

"Touch me", she whispered in his ear.

"No."

He heard himself say that, the word didn't seem familiar in his mouth.

"Harry, what has gotten into you?" Hermione asked, looking at his face for answers.

"I don't know. I thought I wanted this but—I don't know."

"It's okay", she whispered. "We don't have to… if you don't want to."

Hermione let their foreheads touch, breathing his smell in, biting her lip, her hands rubbing his back. For a while they just existed.

"But we have waited an entire week", said Harry. He felt an immense wave of guilt showering over him, after all of the trouble he must have put her through.

"Then let me help you."

Harry hesitated, but nodded.

Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her belly and made it slide down to her privates. As his fingers merely touched her, she shuddered and closed her eyes.

Guiding him, she slid his two of his fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out, stirring them around. It felt like digging around in someone's insides, moist and fleshy.

Hermione groaned loudly, her voice echoing in the dark classroom. A wet liquid tickled Harry's fingers, dripping down Hermione's inner thighs.

He took a deep whiff of Hermione's hair. It smelled of rosewater and chamomile. The smell of her was intoxicating, he placed one of his hands on her right breast; it was as if something primal had been triggered in him.

Harry kissed her lips something fierce, somehow making her moan even louder. Still with his fingers in her, he pushed her down on one of the desks, he bent down to her breasts and nibbled on one of her nipples with his lips, his free hand gripping her juicy thigh.

He had no idea what he was doing, he just let his desire steer him into the right direction, but it seemed to drive Hermione mad.

"H-harry!" Hermione suddenly cried as she came with a jolt, her face slightly twitching. When he looked at her, she placed her hand on his cheek and smiled, taking deep shuddering breaths.

Letting her breathe for a few moments, Harry rested his erect cock on her clitoris and affectionately rubbed it around.

Hermione leaned her head back, her hair hanging down above the floor, letting go of a whimpering yowl.

"You're killing me, Harry", Hermione said, her eyes closed, strings of drool hung under her lips, her forehead coated with tiny drops of sweat while her diaphragm moved very rapid and very shakily.

"Hey", he smiled and brushed away the drool that had tangled its way into her hair from her lips and placed a kiss on them. "If this is as far as you want to go, it's okay by me."

"No, no. I want this. Get it in. We've wasted enough time as it is."

"Wasted?" Harry begun to pull back, retracting his wet fingers. The sickening feeling in his throat returned. "If that's what you think—"

Hermione opened her eyes, angrily staring at him, and to stop him from getting away she placed her arms around his neck. "Oh, don't be such a baby! I didn't mean it like that! I just—I got carried away. You want me to beg? Because I won't. Either you want to, or you don't."

Smiling, Harry grabbed her luscious hips and kissed her, and as gently as he could muster with his heart reverberating through his body like a jackhammer, he slid his dick into Hermione's sopping wet hole. She squealed.

It mesmerized him, tightening around his dick with every thrust.

He wasn't experienced, neither was she but her body fusing with his was unlike anything he had ever felt and her moans only egged him on more.

"Harry", she whispered, wildly squeezing her own breasts. "By Merlin's underwear, I love you."

Harry grunted in response, his hands clutching Hermione's alluring ass.

The rickety desk wobbled worryingly in rhythm with Hermione's boobs, and too often it bumped into another desk next to it.

But as the seconds ticked on, the more Harry started getting worried as he felt the heat around them rise up, sure that they had forgotten something. He smiled at Hermione as to not concern her.

"Oh, Harry", she said, her hands gripping the edges of the desk, wrapping her legs around him.

His eyes were glued to her face, something about her pleasurable expression, open mouth and closed eyes made him feel more and more aroused.

As he increased the speed he was moving at, he squeezed her ass cheeks as hard as he could, Hermione made a strange kind of pained noise, he groaned and then he came inside of her with a jolt, a stream of semen going into her as he raucously cursed mixed with pure howling emerging out of Hermione's throat, her howls compelling him to push himself as deep into her as he physically could manage.

Hermione pulled in so much air that her pussy practically sucked his dick in as he let his semen continuously shoot into her. He flinched, shamelessly spanking her thigh. He didn't stop jamming into her until she too had an orgasm, and pulled out moments later.

There was a short respite. The strong smell of sweat and semen stung in Harry's nose. Hermione opened her eyes, her smile bright and the rest of her flushed face displaying a strong sense of ecstasy and relief.

Harry had to steady himself, his face and chest red, his lungs out of breath, he leaned against the table but his arms couldn't do it, instead he let his head lay down and rest on Hermione's stomach.

"I love you Harry", said Hermione.

Her hand leisurely ruffled his hair even more than it already was.

"Yeah… love you too, Herm", he was so out of breath that he could hardly speak.

There was a loud bang; Harry's heart stopped, and almost as if they had rehearsed it, Harry dove for his bag, his hand digging around, pulling out his dad's invisible cloak and covered them in it; Hermione picked up as many pieces of clothing as she could reach under the cloak, her hands scrambled for their robes and Harry's bag.

The door slammed shut again.

"Hello?" crowed a voice.

Harry only saw a pair of legs where he sat on the floor squished against Hermione under the cloak. There was precious little space, these days barely Harry himself fit under the cloak, let alone the two of them.

Being as still as possible, they watched the legs move towards them. Harry felt his breath suffocating him, fear gripping his ribs and lungs.

"Back up", whispered Hermione in his ear. Carefully and as quickly they could, they backed up under a desk.

Harry couldn't lie, they were in a most precarious situation, but feeling her hand grazing against his ass, her legs bent around his waist and her left boob a few inches from his face, he was turned on enough for his dick to slowly rise again.

Hermione didn't seem to notice this, her eyes focused on the person's legs walking right past them.

This position was extremely uncomfortable and not exactly favorable, maybe they should just pop out, gather the remainder of their things and run.

The sound of the door creaking open again made Hermione look Harry dead in the eyes, the panic in her face apparent.

Another pair of legs went past.

"I swear I heard someone in here", said one voice belonging to a girl.

"Probably just Peeves. Come on", said a boy.

"Since when does Peeves scream bloody murder?"

"Who cares? Let's go."

Harry's heart was beating hard as he closed his eyes, pushing his face against Hermione's breast, dreading the possibility to be discovered butt naked clutching their clothes crouching under a desk.

Thankfully the people in the room left as quick as they had walked in.

Hermione gave a sigh of relief. They crawled out under the desk, Harry's hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Laughing and giggling they cleaned and dressed themselves, hardly able to keep their mouths separated.

Once they finally were done, they exited the room.

Harry bent down to pick up the book which still lay on the floor, front cover upwards, at least as five hundred pages thick; Distinguishing Mystic Passions and Cravings.

"We need to stop meeting like this", said Hermione, ripping the book from his fingers, her face slightly pink.

"Stop?" Harry anxiously looked at her.

Hermione's face turned even pinker. "Not like that! Of course I want to see you, but—"

"But what?"

She was starting to vex him, how she always skirted around the issue and pretended everything was fine.

"I don't want to keep this secret any longer", said Hermione, she took his hand and held it, looking keenly into his eyes. "I don't care about what people say. I'm tired of hiding and hardly spending time with you."

"But if we tell everyone—"

Hermione shook her head with a smirk in the corner of her mouth. "We don't have to tell anyone, they will have to figure that part out for themselves. You can't be responsible for each and every person's perception of you, Harry."

A few students passed by them, loudly talking amongst themselves.

The speed at which Harry's heart pounded in his chest was probably enough to give him a heart attack.

His being was pulled back into another dimension, he wasn't quite sure if anything was real or if he was simply dreaming it all. Maybe he was still sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs and Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione were just a figment of his imagination.

Maybe she was noticing how he became distant or maybe she saw the fear on his face, but he felt the heavy book bonk him back to reality for a split second before getting pulled under again.

"Hey", she placed a kiss on his lips just as a group of three years swept past them. His lips felt numb as they touched hers. Her voice sounded much lower in pitch and much, much further away.

Harry noticed how students pointed and giggled at the two of them.

"Hey!" Hermione snapped with her fingers. "Don't disappear on me. It will be fine! That is… if you really want this to be more… ordinary."

His eyes diverted back to Hermione's eyes, his mind catching up with the reality before him. He heaved his bag over his shoulder.

"I would like that, Hermione", he said, but he wasn't quite sure if that's really what he wanted to say.

Hermione beamed at him and kissed him again. Her fingers intertwined with his, and together they headed to their next class.

A.N: Do leave a review, I know it probably could be better but I did try my best! I do indeed imagine the actors when writing - AS the characters, not the actors themselves. That's kind of weird, dude, but you do you.