Harry Potter

The Battle of Hogwarts was over, but at a terrible price. Both Harry and Hermione had lost their one true loves, Ginny and Ron, respectively, in the fighting. The last few days had been trying to comfort each other to little avail. Harry had felt such pity for his friend that he had begun to feel new feelings of love for her. Which had given him the brilliant idea that the only way either of them could move on was to turn to each other for the love they now lacked. He just had to convince Hermione of the same…by seducing her.

A few days later, Harry waited nervously by the old oak tree next to the lake. It was in a secluded area of the grounds, far away from the castle, and a favorite private hangout for him and his friends. In the distance, he could suddenly make out a head of bushy brown hair coming towards him. Hermione Granger. This was it…

As she neared, Harry suppressed the last of his nerves and managed a smile. "Hello," Hermione greeted him with a hug that made his insides do one last flip-flop. "It's so good to see you."

"Same," Harry said almost breathlessly. He could not take his eyes off her. She was so lovely, especially in that Gryffindor uniform with the skirt.

"It's a beautiful day. I'm glad you wanted to come out here and talk."

"Yes," Harry replied and a sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through him. He put his arms around her, pulling her close; one hand reached for her cheek. Hermione was startled, but her question of "What are you doing?" contained more curiosity than anxiety.

"I can't take it anymore." Harry hissed and gripping her by the back of the neck, he kissed her passionately.

"Mmm!" Hermione groaned in surprise. As Harry kissed her, she naturally struggled against it, using her hands to push against his torso.

"No," she said, disengaging herself from his lips. "Harry, you have to focus on helping our world heal." She said it almost sadly, as if she were reluctant to refuse. There was something in her eyes as well, barely perceptible, Harry noted. Something dark…was it…lust? Encouraged by this, Harry smiled.

"Did you like that?" he asked before kissing her again. Hermione moaned in protest once more, now thrashing her head from side to side to break the lip-lock.

"No, please!" she implored. "I don't want this!" But Harry was already on her once more. "No…No!" Her refusal was only slightly muffled now by Harry's mouth so as to be intelligible. Her arms pushed against him desperately now, but with Harry's one hand at her waist and the other gripping the back of her head, she could not move. She jerked away yet again, even as Harry continued to plant kisses along her face. "No, this isn't right." she concluded. That was all see could say before Harry was on the attack again, his mouth finding his way back to, and consuming, hers.

Harry had her in a vice-like grip now. It was not painful, just strong and firm. Hermione continued to struggle, though she could no longer free her lips from his, much less her body.

"Mmmm….Mmm! Mm-hmm! Hmm!" she groaned, as Harry made his move. His hand shifted down from Hermione's waist to stroke her bum. Hermione's pushing and obscured cries reached a fever pitch, a panic at this touch. She pushed at his head, his face now, anything to make him release her. What is he doing? Hermione thought wildly. Why is he touching me -?

Suddenly, she felt her leg hitch up and around Harry's waist. Oddly, there was no resistance here; it was almost involuntary.

And in that moment, everything changed. It was like someone had flipped a switch in Hermione's brain. She suddenly liked this, this side of Harry and what he was making her body do. She thought that she was something of an expert on magic, but this was an entirely new kind.

"Mmm?….Mmmmmmm…" she hummed, her muffled cries turning in sighs of pleasure. Her arm, which had moments before been fighting Ron, now snaked at the elbow around his neck. Her hands played with his hair. Harry held her ever closer, his arms across her back.

And then she kissed him back. They were snogging desperately. Triumphant, Harry began to dip her backwards. Hermione's murmurs turned fearful for a moment, as she felt herself go backwards with no balance, but Harry had her. They landed softly on a stone bench that was there. As they kissed, the pair thrashed along on the seat like a pair of eels. Hermione's hands danced along Harry's face and draped along his body as he held her, and they rolled around in each other's embrace. Harry stroked Hermione's cheek as he feasted upon her puffy, full mouth. Harry finally let up on her lips and kissed her face. Hermione sighed, her eyes half-closed out of pleasure as he ravished her. Another peck on the lips, and then he stopped to lovingly brush the hair out of her face. Both were breathing heavily, panting. Staring at each other, they chuckled and shared another, far more chaste kiss. Hermione was his now.

Hermione suddenly stood. A flash of inspiration had hit her. She pulled Harry to his feet. Noting his look of perplexion, she put a finger to his lips. "Trust me," she whispered. She then took out her wand and muttered "Wingardium Leviosa." Harry floated off the ground. "Revolvo." Harry now hung upside down. "Clottonia brachium." Harry felt his head become fuzzy and the blood naturally rushing to his brain seemed to halt.

Hermione then levitated herself off the ground so that she and Harry were at eye level. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him gently, her lips molding and flowing against his. After a long moment, they broke apart. Hermione floated slightly higher, so that Harry had no choice but to look at her chest. She gently guided his hands to her shirt, and he understood. Undoing the buttons, Harry revealed Hermione's bra, which he then unclasped to reveal her bare breasts. He could feel Hermione tugging at his pants zipper above him and cool air rush in as his hard cock was exposed from its confines.

Perfection now began as Harry buried his mouth into the valley of Hermione's breasts and feasted on her swollen, perky nipples. At the same time, Hermione took all of Harry's cock into her mouth and viciously sucked. Both moaned as each fucked the other simultaneously. Harry had always known Hermione was brilliant, but he had never expected such sexual genius from her. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he gave a animalistic grunt as he came into Hermione's mouth. He could feel Hermione gulp down his juices greedily before her lips disengaged from his cock. Then, she pushed his floating body down so his head was level with her pants, which she quickly evaporated to reveal her womanhood. She wanted him to get her off now too. Harry plunged his face into her vagina and heard Hermione respond at once, letting out an erotic mixture of a gasp, a whimper and a scream. She bucked her hips into his head again and again, and Harry felt himself groan again, as she began another round of sucking on his cock. It was probably all she could do to muffle her screams of pleasure at what he was doing to her.

Both came so hard they saw stars; he in her mouth and she on his face. When both had recovered, they released the spells on themselves and lowered back to Earth.

"Hermione," Harry asked. "I know we are still getting over losing who we loved. But, if we love each other, maybe we can get through the pain together. So…will you marry me?" Hermione smiled sadly, but with gratitude. That was a yes.

The marriage of the Boy Who Lived and the Greatest Witch of Her Age was the wedding of the century. Rita Skeeter proclaimed that she had been right all along about the couple's feelings for each other, but neither paid attention. Nor did they care. For nine months later, a baby girl was born to them, with her mother's bushy brown hair and her father's sparkling green eyes. They named her Rowena Ginevra, because it was the closest name they could find that resembled Ron's for his memory.