CHAPTER 5. Still under the covers…hours later!
Hermione woke up to the fading light of the late December afternoon and the once again steady breathing of her bed companion, now her lover. She was face down on top of him, her head resting alongside his on the pillow, lying on his chest as the rest of her body lay along his stomach, groin and legs. Three more times she and Harry had made love, the last being with her on top of him, riding him. She remembered Harry getting out of bed to look for and finding her wand wrapped amongst the blankets and coverings that were over them, casting a warming spell around a 6' area surrounding the bed before getting back in again. That had prompted her to take him in her fist and stroke him to hardness for the fourth time before she moved over him then onto him, feeling the pleasure of herself setting the pace to their lovemaking, the bed clothes now thrown off in the increased temperature, both enjoying the much clearer view that their mounting passion was having on each other, of their bodies moving in unison with each other, of the two climax's she had before Harry hit her with his triggering a third from her. She remembered how, prior to their third encounter, Harry had not just used his fingers to rouse her passion but had moved his face down between her legs and… 'WOW! Could he use his tongue!'
As she lay there replaying the days bed activities in her mind, she smiled at the fact that her and Harry had pretty much fallen asleep in the position that they had collapsed into after that fourth loving encounter. They had not moved at all! But now the temperature was cold, the warming charm of some two hours ago fading away. This time, her wand was on the other side of the pillow from her head, within easy reach. She reached for it and taking it in her right hand she cast the same spell that Harry had used earlier but using a bit more power, spreading the warming charm all round the interior of the tent. The temperature change was virtually instant, within seconds the air became some 20C higher.
'Hmm. Much better Hermione. Much more comfortable and you did that spell with ease without even feeling any drain on your magic at all! Shagging Harry four times and cumming goodness knows how many has done you a power of good. Replenished your magical core or what!' She looked down at him sleeping below her and smiled, thinking rogueishly, 'You just might be getting shagged a helluva lot Mr Potter, if you are going to do this to me every time we make love! I feel great! … but I need the loo!'
Hermione eased herself off of Harry, pulling her left leg from over him. She suddenly winced in pain as a sharp ache she had been feeling in her hips shot through her lower body with a suddenness and intensity she had not been expecting. She collapsed down beside Harry onto the mattress, nearly out of the side of the bed.
"OUCH! FUCK!...That hurt!"
She lay for a couple of minutes letting the ache dull down to what it had been before she moved. 'Right Hermione, try again, but gently! No sudden movements'. As she slowly eased her body round and swung her legs out of bed, she could again feel the ache increasing but with less intensity than a couple of minutes earlier. She placed her feet on the floor, sat for a few seconds then pushed herself up, standing beside the bed. 'OK. Nothing too bad. Your good to go.' However as she stepped out, her hips and groin let her know they were not happy, her legs reacting by shaking and feeling like they were about to collapse under her. 'Shit! ….. Merlin, I hurt! …..I hope this is because I am new to this sex thing. This will be a real bummer if I have to got through all this every time I want to jump Harry… mind you Hermione, you have been at it all day considering you're a first timer, well, a fourth timer now. So, walk slowly Hermione! …..You stupid cow, walk slowly?! Crawl, more like. You couldn't walk fast even if old Volde himself turned up!' And she eventually made the magically created bathroom.
Soothed and feeling much better after a half-hour shower, she made her way, still naked, back through into the main tent area and walked over to the still sound asleep Harry. She levitated some of the large pile of bed coverings away to the other bed, leaving only a sheet and two blankets. She again noticed the seemingly effortless ease with which she did so, her drained magical core of the night before seemingly fully replenished and then some.
'Oh yes. Liking this. Feeling super magiced up or what! Hermione girl, you better not let any other witches know about this lovely little side effect from shagging Harry boy here. Not just great sex but a magical top up as well. Fuck! Every witch for miles around will want to jump his bones.'
She was looking at Harry as she thought her thoughts, seeing his tousled hair, his closed eyes, hearing his gentle breathing. His chest was out above the bedclothes. She thought about what was lower down under the bedclothes and a naughty thought and seriously dirty smirk came to her face. 'Hmm. I think I will wake you up Mr. Potter, but wake you up my way. Some payback for getting me going earlier when I thought we had stopped.'
Picking up her wand, Hermione once again set about casting the warming charm in the tent, increasing the time it would last by another couple of hours. Then, with a quick swish and then gentle rise of the wand she cast 'wingardium leviosa' at the blankets so they rose up from Harry and settled at the bottom of the bed. She looked down Harry's nude, totally relaxed, sleeping body. The lust bubble began to tickle in her abdomen. 'Merlin, now I've started I can't get enough of him!' She saw the dried residues of their earlier couplings around his belly, thighs and groin. 'Oh well, Hermione, easy come, easy go. That WAS your virginity!' Casting a cleaning spell over Harry, she then placed her wand by the pillow then grinning wickedly she muttered to herself,
"Right, let's get down to it. Hmm, lovely. Harry for dinner!"
And she lightly took hold of the part of Harry that she had grown to fully appreciate in such a short space of time, began stroking gently, saw and felt him stiffen, then set her mouth and tongue to work on him. Gently at first, getting used to the feeling of what she was doing and the feeling of him inside her mouth, she built up her actions and speed over ten minutes. She was watching his face and body for reaction, saw his chest rising and falling, his breath quickening, his stomach muscles clenching and relaxing, his eyelids beginning to flicker. His mouth opened slightly, his breath exhaling faster. Then:
"Mmmmmhhh!" A very audible breathy, groan came from him.
"Huuhhh, mmmmmmm!" Then another, a slight intake of breath before the soft moan. Then a few quick breaths, almost panting, then,
"UUhhhhhhhhh!...UUUUUhhhhhhhhh!...UUHH!...UUUHHH!"…Huuuuuuh!..."
His eyelids sprung open and a loud groan came from Harry….."UUUUUUHHHHHHHHH" ….. as Hermione felt the pulsing from his cock and his hot cum spurted into her mouth. She was swallowing quickly as shot after shot of Harry's hot, salty fluid hit her tongue and throat. A good twenty seconds she was swallowing, Harry having lifted his head and watching Hermione take him, eventually till he was done, his hips stopped thrusting, he lowered his body back to the bed, his breathing still fast but now steady. He watched as Hermione eased her mouth off him, using her tongue to wipe him clean, licking off very last drop of his seed and his cock softened.
"Fuck! What a way to wake up!...Merlin!... Hermione, that was fucking awesome!"
She smiled at him and replied'
"My brand, new boyfriend and love interest approves then? Enjoy that, did he?" And she licked her lips in approval. "I did."
"Approve! Geez, Hermione, what you did was inspired! You can wake me up like that any time you like. And I would love to be awake all the way through and watch you do that to me as well. Fuck, serious turn on or what!"
Hermione dropped her lips to his now rapidly diminishing cock, kissed it and then slowly worked her way back up his body, kissing him as she did till she stopped at the top of his chest, tilting her head forward and resting her chin just above his breastbone, looking at his marvellous green eyes and smiling. Harry returned her smile, pushed his head forward the few inches it took to connect his lips to hers. Their kiss was slow, deep and easy, any vestige of embarrassment gone. They truly were full-blown lovers now.
