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Harry's eyes twitched in irritation as his supposed friend came to him asking for more money. He was a generous man to all of his friends, never hesitating to help them if it was in his power, but this was pushing the limits of what any sane man could take.

Ron Weasley was his brother-in-law and one of his oldest friends, but Harry felt like throwing a blasting curse in his direction right now.

"Let me get this straight. You want a thousand galleons… for Chudley Cannon tickets. Why do you think I would give you more money when you already owe me tens of thousands that you haven't paid back?"

Ron shamelessly waved Harry's questions away, "Come on, mate. We're practically brothers. Why would you want me to pay you back?"

"… Because you asked for a loan, not a gift," Harry slumped in his chair as he gave up, "You know what, Ron? I know I'll never get that money back, but don't ever come back to ask me for more."

"Come on, Harry. You can't do that to me!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Last I checked, you aren't my wife. Your sister is. I have no obligation to fund your life."

When Ron kept arguing for the money, Harry threw his hands up and said, "Fine! You want the money? Give me collateral for it so I'll have something if you flake again."

Ron opened his mouth to argue again but closed it with a thoughtful look. He apparated out without another word making Harry sigh in relief. He almost wanted to remove Ron's name from the list in the wards to permanently block him out, but Ginny would probably make him sleep on the couch if he did that.

Just when Harry thought he finally had some peace and quiet, he heard a loud crack along with the wards alerting him of the two people that just apparated in.

Gritting his teeth, Harry ground out, "Ron, I swear you dare ask me for money again…."

In his rage, Hermione was ignored by the raven-haired wizard as he glared at Ron, who had the gall to stand there smugly with arms crossed. When Harry's words trailed off, Ron said, "Relax, mate. I got you the collateral you wanted!"

Harry stared at him blankly before pinching his nose in frustration. After a few seconds to gather himself, Harry said with surprising calm, "Hello Hermione, it's been a bit since I've seen you."

Hermione looked between her husband and her best friend in confusion, "Umm, it's good to see you too, Harry… What's going on here?"

Harry sighed, "Ask that blockhead you married."

Ron didn't even need Hermione to ask before he started to say what he wanted from Harry. It couldn't almost be called a skill to keep such a straight face when being so shameless like Ron was right now.

Harry could see how furious Hermione was getting, and while he was glad to know that she was taking his side, a small part of him felt somewhat sorry for Ron. Hermione would rip him a new one after they went home.

At the end of Ron's explanation, Hermione wordlessly pulled out a key before tossing it to Harry. With his seeker reflexes, Harry caught it before looking at Hermione curiously.

She saw that and said, "It's a little less than what Ron has taken from you, Harry, but I'll pay you back the rest from my next paycheck."

"Hermione! That's our vault key!"

Hermione snarled at Ron, "Congratulations for stating the obvious, Ronald. Because of you, we have nothing left!"

"Hermione, I don't ne…."

"Harry, shut up," Hermione interrupted, "This isn't the time to be forgiving. Ron has taken enough advantage of your generosity. Imagine if we had children and he did this! It's better that he learns his lesson now."

Harry showed a clear struggle on his face before deciding to not argue with her. He'll find some other way to get this money back to Hermione if she wouldn't take the key back.

"Alright, stop!" Ron yelled while throwing up his hands, "Harry asked for collateral, so I'm going to give it to him!"

Harry shared an exhausted look with Hermione before he said, "Ron… what could you possibly have that's worth that many galleons."

"Her!" Ron exclaimed while pointing at Hermione.

Harry gained a weird look on his face, "… Sorry, are you suggesting that Hermione is the collateral?"

He couldn't help but let his mind fall in the gutter for a moment. Hermione was never much of a looker in school… until she was. It had hit Harry like a wall of bricks one year that one of his best friends was a female and a beautiful one at that. However, by that time, Harry was already dating Ginny and Hermione was with Ron. It was a secret that Harry kept to himself, and he honestly thought it was pretty tame. He never intended to act on it.

Now Ron was thinking of handing his wife over as collateral. Harry briefly had an image of fucking Hermione on the couch he was sitting on while Ron was at the game. He firmly shoved that thought out of his mind.

"Ron…," Harry shook his head in disappointment, but Hermione said something that made him freeze in shock.

"I'll do it."

"Great! That should be enough for the money, right Harry?" Ron said with a smile.

Harry ignored the moron and looked at Hermione with a wary look. Before he could say anything, Hermione told Ron, "Let's get this straight. If you take this deal, Harry can do whatever he wants with me as long as you haven't paid him back."

Harry's eyes darkened in lust as Ron just rolled his eyes at what Hermione told him, "Come on, Hermione. Don't try scaring me with that. Harry's married to my sister. Why would he want to touch you?"

Harry could actually think of multiple reasons for why he would want to touch Hermione. Ginny was a beautiful woman, but that didn't mean that Hermione was any less so. He had honestly lost the number of times he used her tight arse as wank material in Hogwarts, though the guilt that hit Harry after was quite terrible.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron's assumption before turning to Harry, "Is that true, Harry? Would you really leave a witch like me untouched?"

Harry paused before saying unsurely, "No?"

Hermione beamed at him before turning back to her husband, "See? Would you really be okay with your best friend fucking your wife?"

Ron once again rolled his eyes. He clearly heard Harry's hesitation when he answered Hermione, so it was most likely just a show for Ron to see the consequences of taking the money. Thinking that he had everything figured out, Ron said, "Mate, let me borrow the money."

Harry had previously felt like hitting Ron with a blasting curse. Still, looking at Hermione's expression, he thought that the curse wasn't strong enough for how much of an arse Ron was right now. After Harry threw a bag of galleons at Ron, Hermione was left in Potter Manor as promised.

Harry sighed as he looked at Hermione's surprisingly amused expression, "Hermione… I'm sorry."

Hermione shook her head, "It's not your fault. I thought that Ron would eventually mature, but he hasn't changed at all. He's just grown more entitled."

Harry agreed with her silently but kept quiet. He hoped that Ron's attitude would be fixed soon, but he had a feeling that Hermione would be stuck to a man-child for the rest of her life. He mentally thanked Merlin that his marriage with Ginny turned out much better.

"So? How do you want me?"

Harry's wandering thoughts focused back on Hermione, "What was that?"

"My husband gave me to you as collateral. I have no complaints about that so do you want to have a bit of fun? Just to teach Ron a lesson?"

Harry stared at Hermione in shock. He waited for her to say that she was just joking, but Hermione looked to be serious. All of the thoughts that Harry tried so hard to get out of his mind came rushing back. He tried to look unaffected, but Harry couldn't stop staring at Hermione's pink lips.

One of his earliest wank materials was imagining Hermione on her knees with her lips stretched around his cock. She was practically inviting him to do what he wanted… So why was Harry hesitating to make his teenage dreams a reality?

"Hermione… no matter how much of an arse Ron is, he's still my best mate. Besides, I'm married to Ginny."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I know all about your arrangement with Ginny. You had Tracey Davis last week, or are you just saying this because you don't find me attractive?"

Harry looked at her in surprise. He didn't think that Ginny would tell Hermione of their deal. His fiery wife had quite the taste for attractive witches, and Harry unabashedly used that for his own benefit. Plus, it was laughable that Hermione suggested that Harry didn't find her attractive.

It hadn't been many years since they had left Hogwarts, but it was almost transformative for Hermione. She had changed from the cute, attractive girl that Harry had a secret crush on into a stunning young adult. The arse that first inflamed Harry's lust only grew rounder and firmer the past few years. His eyes unconsciously strayed to it whenever Hermione did anything that showed off her bubble butt. For example, bending over to pick something up, or if she was wearing pants that particularly showed off how fuckable her arse was… or just walking in front of him. Yea… so Harry knew he had a bit of a problem with his attraction to Hermione's arse.

That wasn't even the worst part, though. Harry felt that he could handle the fact that he wanted to make Hermione's arse bounce on his cock, and he had long been prepared for how beautiful her face was, but how in Merlin's name was it fair that she grew tits?

Harry looked down at Hermione's breasts, almost drooling at how tightly her shirt stretched from the bulge of her tits. He could faintly see the blue bra that encased her breasts through one of the holes that formed between the buttons of her shirt from how tightly stretched it was. Harry imagined that her tits would fit perfectly in his palms.

His hand twitched involuntarily as he said cautiously, "Of course you're attractive, but… this isn't a trick, right? I can't see how Ron would be happy that his wife would… you know."

Hermione scoffed, "That's exactly what I want. If Ron keeps wanting to borrow money from you, then he has to know that his wife would be getting fucked for that money."

Harry shifted uneasily, trying to hide his hardening cock. Hearing the prim and proper Hermione curse made him a little too excited. From Hermione's smirk, he wasn't successful at hiding his arousal.

Without hesitation, Hermione joined Harry on the loveseat and sidled right against his body. He froze at feeling Hermione's soft curves pressed to him. Harry stared with eyes wide at how close her face was to him.

"Come on, Harry, you can't tell me that you never thought of me like this," Hermione said with a smirk, her hand landing on his crotch to feel what Harry had hidden underneath.

All Harry's mind was filled with was an excited shock. He had long ago placed Hermione as a forbidden person to desire, not only for the sake of Ron but also because of how loyal she had been to him all these years. It almost felt like a betrayal to Hermione if Harry had thought of her in that way since she had never given him any sign of reciprocation. But since Hermione had taken the initiative to blatantly stroke his cock, all of that was thrown out immediately.

"Do you really want to miss out on the chance to fuck the only Gryffindor girl that you haven't been able to invite into your bed? I've heard stories from Parvati of how you fucked her into a wreck. I wouldn't mind if you do that to-MMPH."

Harry shut Hermione up by plunging his tongue past her pink lips. He couldn't take any more of her taunting without ripping her clothes off and spearing his cock inside her body. Harry didn't know if Hermione could handle something that rough at the start. He battled with her tongue as Hermione practically jacked off his cock through his trousers. If he was more inexperienced, Harry would have been afraid of soiling his clothes.

He explores the inside of her mouth before sharply pulling Hermione away by a grip in her brown hair. Harry couldn't help but pull Hermione's lips back to his own when he saw how swollen they were. After a few more minutes of swapping spit, Harry once again pulled away to see Hermione's flushed face.

After tracing her swollen lips with his thumb, Harry said, "So you want me to fuck you, huh? Tell me, Hermione, is this usually how slutty you always are? You didn't seem to hesitate before deciding to cheat on your husband."

Hermione looked at him in desire, "Ron's more interested in showing off to his new friends than being a good husband. If the marriage vows weren't permanent, I'd divorce his stupid arse right now. I never thought about cheating on him, but if Ron's willing to pawn me off for some galleons, then why shouldn't I?"

As she was talking, Hermione had unzipped his pants and snuck her hand inside to wrap her fingers around Harry's stiff shaft. She bit her lip as the warm rod of flesh pulsed in her grasp.

"So... I exchanged money for you," Harry said as he slid his hand from her face down to her tits, "That sort of makes you my whore, doesn't it?"

Harry had to hold back a smile when he saw the flash of anger in Hermione's eyes. He knew that she would be insulted by that word far more than being called a slut. Still, the fact that Hermione pushed down her anger showed Harry that she was serious about this. He cupped her right breast in his hand and squeezed down, letting his fingers sink into her soft flesh. The only way it'll feel better is if her clothes vanished.

Harry released a few of the buttons of her shirt and reached in to feel Hermione's tits without her shirt getting in the way. He was still a little cautious and took care to see how Hermione would react, but the way she pushed her chest out as an invitation to grope her was telling.

When he pinched her nipples through her bra, Hermione said, "I know my breasts must be fascinating, Harry, but don't you think we should do something more? I guess it's fine if you just want to feel me up, but I thought you would fuck me."

Harry froze in shock. It wasn't every day that the girl he was about to fuck told him that he was too slow, which Hermione just implied. With a little shrug, Harry assumed that she wanted him to be rough with her. He could do that.

Hermione gasped in shock when her shirt was ripped off her, buttons flying as her bra-clad tits were revealed to Harry's eyes. Harry pushed her down to lay back on the couch as he buried his face in-between Hermione's softness, covering her cleavage with spit as he licked every inch that his tongue could reach.

"That's more like it," Hermione said softly, pressing down on Harry's head to push him into her tits. She was a little disappointed that his cock was a little out of reach now, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she could feel it in another way.

Harry had released Hermione's tits from the cups of her bra and had already covered her nipples with a wet shine before he claimed her lips again. He pulled away after a few minutes to get off the loveseat, confusing Hermione a little before her eyes lit up. She licked her swollen lips as Harry pulled out his cock and stroked it near Hermione's face.

"Since Ron decided you're worth all those galleons, I have to see if you're worth it. I won't compare you to Ginny since I have trained her to take my whole cock, but you have to take half of me befo…FUCK."

Harry's spiel was interrupted by Hermione swallowing his entire shaft effortlessly. His hips bucked as his hands automatically pressed Hermione's face into his crotch, burying her nose into his pubes. He could feel her chin touching his balls as he struggled to hold back the urge to cum. If he had been prepared for a deepthroat like this, Harry would be fine, but Hermione gave no warning before she throated his cock. Harry also had the other issue of his teenage dreams coming true. He could finally see Hermione's lips stretched around his cock.

Hermione swallowed around his shaft as Harry groaned loudly. This wasn't what he had planned, but if this was what she wanted to do, Harry would gladly help. He fashioned Hermione's hair into a ponytail and twisted it in his hand to form a tight grip. With the other hand, Harry reached down to support Hermione's chin before saying, "I didn't realize you didn't have a gag reflex, Hermione. But I can work with this."

Hermione looked up at Harry with a smiling look before he roughly pulled her off his cock. Harry waited for Hermione to take in deep breaths before he said, "I have to hear it, Hermione. Even if you're technically my whore right now, you're still one of my best friends. I won't do anything that you don't want."

Hermione glared at Harry for calling her a whore and said, "Does it look like I don't want this? Fuck my face already!"

GLACKH

Hermione's eyes widened in shock when her throat was filled with a big cock. She didn't get any time to think when Harry held her head in place as he started to fuck her mouth.

GLACKH. GLURKH. GLACKH.

Hermione helplessly took the facefucking from Harry. Her pride in not having no gag reflex disappeared as Harry used his cock to turn her throat into his personal fuckhole. Hermione's chin started to sting from the heavy balls smacking into it every time Harry slammed his cock inside her mouth.

As much as Hermione loved the sheer force that Harry was using to fuck her throat, she knew that it had to end soon. She could feel her lungs burning from being deprived of oxygen, and there were dark spots on the edges of her vision. If Hermione had known how rough Harry would be, she would have cast a spell to let her breathe around his cock. It was too late to think about it now, so Hermione had to think of something to make Harry cum. Of course, Hermione could push him away, but that would mean that Harry's wife would be better at taking Harry's cock in her throat than Hermione. That was something that Hermione couldn't let happen. She was used to being the best in everything.

Unaware of Hermione's dilemma, Harry was happily thrusting away at her face, using her throat for his own pleasure. Getting his cock in Hermione's mouth was just as good as Harry always imagined. While his teenage fantasies always involved getting his cock sucked slowly, railing Hermione's face was even better. Her pretty face was a sight to see with her cheeks flushed and her eyes teary from the constant thrusts of his cock.

Harry was prepared to keep this up for a few more minutes, but Hermione surprised him by wrapping both her arms around his waist. She used her arms to fight the constant pounding of Harry's hips and made sure to take all of his cock into her throat. Harry saw her briefly give him an annoyed glare before he involuntarily twitched at the feeling of Hermione swallowing around his cock rapidly.

"Oh shit! How the hell did you learn this?"

Harry obviously didn't get a reply since Hermione was busy giving him the best head of his life. All he could do was push her head down to get every bit of his cock into Hermione's mouth. It wasn't long after that Harry couldn't take it anymore. With a muffled grunt and gritted teeth, Harry gave Hermione all of the cum he had in his balls.

Hermione didn't imagine that Harry's cock could get any bigger, but right as she felt his balls clench on her chin, his cock expanded slightly. Hermione panicked initially, but when she felt a warm stream of thick liquid, she rejoiced. She happily swallowed all of the cum that Harry had to give, gulping every drop until she felt him completely stop. Knowing that she was at the edge, Hermione pushed Harry away and quickly took in a much-needed breath of fresh air.

Harry was a little disappointed that his cock was exposed to the cold air, but as he shifted his eyes down to Hermione's hips, he knew just the place to warm it up again. But before anything could happen, Harry felt someone coming through the wards.

"Harry! Do you think you could give me some more money for my friend… What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Harry looked in shock at Ron. He hadn't thought to block the man in his wards before facefucking his wife. Harry felt a brief flash of sadness from the friendship that he knew he had lost, but as he looked back at Hermione, Harry thought it might be worth it. Ron had been mooching off him for far too long, and money was practically the only thing he talked to Harry about. At least this time, Harry got to use Hermione's mouth for that money.

"You...You bastard! That's my wife!"

"Once again, Ron," Hermione's hoarse voice replied, "Thanks for stating the obvious. I'm your wife, and your wife just got a load of cum dumped down my throat. That's what happens when you use your wife as collateral."

Ron's eyes bounced between Harry's spit-covered cock and Hermione's messy face, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Even Hermione's tits had bite marks on them. With a furious look, Ron took out the bag of galleons that he had borrowed and flung it back at Harry before grabbing onto Hermione and disapparating.

Harry stared at the sack of gold on his floor and only felt regret that he hadn't fucked Hermione properly before Ron came to his senses. He sighed and left to clean up. Having a spit-covered cock exposed to the air wasn't too pleasant when Hermione wasn't there to warm it up.

Harry was thinking of how easily Hermione gulped down his cum when he looked up in surprise. He felt Ron and Hermione coming through the wards. Harry quickly grabbed his wand and hid it in case Ron had some foolish ideas and waited.

Ron looked like he usually does, but Hermione looked even more fuckable than usual. It wasn't like she dressed differently, but the memory of what she had done to his cock. Harry shivered when Hermione gave him a wicked smile.

"Harry, mate, you know I don't usually ask for money," Harry snorted in disbelief. Still, Ron ignored that and continued, "But I really need some now. I swear that I'll pay it back soon!"

Harry wondered if Ron really was this stupid, "Fine. What's the collateral?"

"Do we really need that? I mean, we fought in the war together!"

Harry just raised his eyebrow and didn't say anything else. Since Ron brought Hermione, he was clearly prepared.

"Bloody hell, fine! Take her, but I swear our friendship is over!"

Harry tossed a bag of galleons, and Ron disapparated, leaving Hermione alone. Harry looked at her for a second before saying, "You're not leaving this time without having your pussy filled."

"Good," Hermione stated with a smile.