Chapter 2 - Expedition For an Orgasm

Hermione proudly strutted out of Snape's classroom, only to panic as soon as she reached the hall. Hermione knew she had to approach the situation with Harry differently than before. This would take supreme seduction. Hermione had the perfect idea as to how to get Harry cornered.

Harry was putting his broomstick into his locker when he noticed a yellowed envelope wedged into the side of his locker. He set down his gear and cautiously opened it. His brow furrowed as he read,

"Dear Harry, a problem has arisen concerning the Death Eaters. It has come to my attention that a plan has been hatched to attack the school. Please come to the Room of Requirement for further details. Signed Albus Dumbledore."

Harry knew that the Room of Requirement manifested itself to the occupants needs; he only wondered why Dumbledore would arrange a meeting there.

Meanwhile, outside of the Room of Requirement, stood a one Miss. Hermione Granger, wearing only satin red lingerie under her robe. Guiltily she thought about the note she had just forged. She knew it was wrong to use Dumbledore's name to lure Harry into her clutches, but she was not sure how else to get him to comply.

She paced briskly up and down the hall visualizing a luxurious bedroom. Suddenly, a deep-red door appeared in front of her. "This had to be it," she thought.

All of a sudden she heard footsteps approaching, so she raced through the door only to be taken breathless at the beautiful room before her. It was even better then she had imagined it, with a large bed covered in rich tones of red, pink, and gold. The thick carpet felt like clouds beneath her feet.

Harry marched down the hall in deep thought, what if Voldemort was trying to get at him? Was his presence putting the whole school in danger? Suddenly he realized he was at the Room of Requirement. It was a blood-red door with an ornate handle. He knew this was it, and turned the handle. What he saw was not at all what he was expecting, before he could say anything, the door slammed behind him with a bang.

"Sorry to mislead you, but Dumbledore had nothing to do with this meeting," came a familiar voice.

Harry saw his friend emerge from behind him.

"Hermione!? What are you doing here? What's going on?"

"Oh Harry, I have a problem, and I think you are the only one who can help me." Her voice had changed into a seductive growl that he had never heard from her before. He gulped as she slowly removed her robe. Suddenly things seemed a little familiar.

"I know you refused me last time Harry, but for reasons I do not wish to explain, I really need you to make love to me." She backed him closer and closer to the bed, then placed her hands on his chest and pushed. As he fell onto the mattress, she swiftly crawled on top of him.

"Please Harry, make me cum. I really need it," she cried desperately

Harry did not know what to do, she sounded sincere, and she had helped him out so many times. "Maybe, thought Harry, the touch of a woman will help me with my own problem." With his decision made, Harry moved into a clumsy kiss.

As Harry kissed her, Hermione's spine tingled. It was happening her plan, had worked! Now all she had to do was make him hard. Her hands traveled quickly down his back and around to his abdomen, then she grasped his manhood through his pants, only to find that it was hanging flaccidly. She heard him mewl as she unzipped his trousers and stroked his unimpressive length. He struggled as hard as he could to rise to the occasion, finally he was able to grow firm, however it was not Hermione he was visualizing. His enthusiastic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a husky voice,

"Oh Harry" Hermione breathed as she leaned down and parted her lips. Just before she tasted, he pushed her away.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I have a secret that is preventing me from fulfilling your wishes."

"What do you mean?" she said exasperated

"I mean I can't do this." She looked inquisitively at him. She was his good friend after all, he should tell her.

"Hermione, I think I'm gay." He whispered. Hermione looked hard at her friend.

"Oh," she said quietly. Then she began to explain her problem to Harry. Since he had confided in her, there was no reason she could not confide in him.

"... so then Snape said the only way to counter the potion is to have an orgasm" she finished. Suddenly it made more sense to Harry. "I didn't want my problem to affect anyone other than those close to me," she explained. "I guess I could try Ron." The idea didn't appeal to her but it was better than banging, say, Malfoy.

Harry suddenly shifted uneasily, "I don't know if that is a good idea."

Hermione wasn't sure, but did Harry have other reasons for not liking the idea of her and Ron? "Harry, are you two?........."

"Yes. I mean no. I mean, I wish," his cheeks were bright red. "Anyways, the Weasley's are known for their large......... you knows."

Hermione thought about this, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to pay Fred or George a visit."

Harry smiled. So Hermione was still ultra horny and he was still extremely homosexual, but he was still glad they had this chat. It brought him closer to one of his good friends and telling someone his secret lifted a weight off his shoulders. Before continuing on her expedition for an orgasm, Hermione gave Harry a big hug.

"Thanks for your help," she smiled at her friend.

"Any time."

Next chapter up soon! Will our horny heroin be able to relieve herself? Will Fred or George be the one to make her see stars? What will happen to everyone's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape? Find out. – My MiND and Maverick Casarin.