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Harry had found an ancient (sex) book in the RoR that he thought Hermione would love. It said; Charms for the Bibliophile; Harry unbeknownst activate the book. He planned on giving it to Hermione later, but forgot about it the fourth and fifth year. When given, after two years of being active, it was sentient enough to realize that Harry was an heir then Lord to five houses. It forces Hermione to love and lust for him, once he hands it to her.
Hermione then cast an Impervious Charm on the book which acted as a thin, invisible shield that kept skin oils or any other liquid from harming the tome. At ninety-eight years old, it was far too precious of an item to damage and she wanted to ensure its protection.
Setting her wand next to the book, Hermione untied her robe, removed it, and hung it on the hook behind the door. Carefully, Hermione picked up the book and opened it. The impervious charm protected the book, but the scent of the book reached Hermione's nose. The smell of decades' old ink and paper and the musky scent of mold filled her nose. It made her heart flutter weirdly. She took another deep breath, letting the aroma wash over her, not understanding that being where she was on the bed, the book was activating. This old book thrilled her for some reason.
Harry entered the room. He was worried about 'his one'. Since he found that book and gave it to her, she had started acting a bit barney.
Hermione pushed her nightie down, past her shapely hips, her thighs, and shins to her feet. Her naked skin prickled in the cold night air, sending a shiver up her spine. Hermione gently set the book on the nightstand. She pulled Harry into her embrace, while stripping him of clothes. She then hooked her fingers on either side of her silk knickers. She tugged them down. The wet silk clung to her sex. The smell of her own arousal wafted up to her nose. Soon, the soaked knickers joined the nightie in a crumpled heap. Harry was now naked and standing a good six plus inches. He was soon using his lips on her fanny.
"You want more, don't you?" Harry asked her in a throaty growl. As if in response to her question, a fresh trickle of fluid seeped from her lips. It fell in heavy drops to the floor. "All right then. But you have to promise not to cum too soon." Her breasts swelled and her womanhood flooded.
"Fuck," she groaned out. The burning sensation in her belly turned into an inferno. Every inch of her skin tingled and surged. Her sex became hypersensitive. She repeated this again and again.
Then her release came. All of her muscles contracted painfully. Her legs clamped like a vise around Harry's head. Her legs bucked and her spine arched so rapidly that she was flung more backward onto the bed. But these physical reactions did not register with Hermione's mind being consumed by the orgasm. The whole world vanished in a blinding white light as the fire of her climax consumed her.
When her senses returned, Hermione laid on her back, taking in deep gulps of breath. Her body trembled as if she had just sprinted around Hogwarts' lake three times. Needing more, Hermione forced herself up. She rolled over onto her hands and knees. Hermione raised her torso and rested her head on a pillow, leaving her naked bottom and fanny in the air. The cold air nipped at her soaked nether lips. She bit her lip while Harry was sliding in between her legs. Doing this doggy style.
Her climax had only heightened her sensitivity. So much so that the mere touch of tHarry's cock to her clit reignited the inferno in her belly and sent a shock wave through her body. Hermione groaned loudly into her pillow as Harry pushed into her wet folds. Her liquid dripped down the spine of Harry's dick. A few short moments later, Hermione experienced her second orgasm; this one more intense and powerful than the first. Like before, her legs kicked involuntarily, causing her to crash onto Harry's bent legs.
When she recovered from the climax. The hot juices dripping from her cunny pooled unto Harry. Her whole body tingled. She licked her lips and rolled over. Her body wanted to rest. But Hermione needed more. With her muscles protesting, she struggled and sat up. Hermione pushed her fanny into the air and letting her legs flop over her head, she looked to Harry with lust. This position pushed her belly into her diaphragm and restricted her breath. She couldn't hold this form long. Judging by how tender her body was, Hermione doubted that she would need much time.
Harry pushed into her womanhood. Unlike the two times before where Hermione had moved slowly, this time Harry attacked her fanny rubbing her deliciously sore sex so fast that it was almost a blur of motion. If she had not been so wet, this action would've hurt. Instead it sent a spike of pleasure through her body.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. While continuing his near frantic pace, she reached down and fumbled blindly around her bottom for a moment before finding her target. Biting her lip, Hermione forced her middle finger deep into her anus. Her sex clenched and a flow poured out, dribbling and cascading down both Harry and her belly. She bent and twirled her finger in the cavity, causing her womanhood to flood yet again. Harry, naked and covered with a glistening sheen of sweat on his chest, stroking into her sex.
Dizzy from lack of air, Hermione's world spun wildly. Colors blurred and scents intensified. A heavy stream of spittle flowed from the corner of her mouth. For the third time that night, Hermione came. She thrashed on the bed and screamed. Her legs kick up and out, landing on the bed with two loud thumps. Her heart felt as if it exploded due to sheer pleasure. Harry yelled out in ecstasy; "I'm cumming My One!"
What neither understood was that the room was at first, a fertility ritual room. The circle was still under the massive King sized bed. The book had activated the ritual circle.
Early the next morning, a well rested Harry and Hermione joined their two friends at the breakfast table. As per usual, Ron was busy shoveling food into mouth. While Ginny was talking Quidditch with Tonks. "Good morning," Harry and her greeted the two, taking their seats at the table.
"Mmm," said Ron through a mouthful of eggs and black pudding. Hermione did her best to ignore the food dribbling from his lips. Ginny just waved and continued her talk with Tonks.
"Just what are you up to?" she asked Harry.
"Nothing," he said, still smiling and twinkling much like Dumbledore on a sugar high.
"Here, I got this for you," said Harry. He slid a book across the table top.
"Oh, thank you Harry," she said. She read, "The Black Family Grimoire." Hermione cocked a questioning eyebrow at the bespectacled wizard.
"I found it in Sirius' room," said Harry. "Someone had wedged it under one of the bedpost legs to keep the bed level."
'Why in heaven's name would Harry want to give me this?' she wondered. Normally she would have been fascinated by any book about magic, but this book would be nothing more squiggles to her. Not wanting to be rude, she said, "Thank you, Harry, it's very interesting."
"Yeah, I love the binding," he said. "The texture of the dragon hide is so appealing and you can read the title. Also the decorative ribs are a work of art." Looking at the book, Hermione had to admit Harry was correct. She looked at the beautiful book with its dragon hide and decorative ribs, then at Harry. Her eyes went wide with shock and fear. She had read about having sex with another virgin. It meant they were bound in marriage if done by ritual. That would be the only reason to hand her the family grimoire that she could read.
"Hermione," Harry interrupted. "Why do you think I gave you that book?" His eyes continued to twinkle as he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. "We got an owl from Gringotts this morning."
"Oh," she said.
Fifteen minutes later, Ron finally took notice that his friends had left the kitchen. Ron grinned looking at the two full bowls of porridge and plates of waffles that his friends abandoned. "Bloody fantastic! More for me!" He never noticed that Harry and Hermione had left together, nor that Ginny and Tonks had giggled and left together. Both of them being Bi.
While Ron figured the day could not get any better, Hermione Black nee Granger and Harry Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Peverell-Slytherin were quite busy upstairs in a magically silenced and locked room. The irony of a halfblood like Harry bringing a muggleborn like Hermione to the heights of ecstasy in a pureblood supremacy home, was intriguing. While the pureblood and half blood were doing much the same. The problem was the book was there still in the bed that both girls were using. Harry had four more houses to fill. Harry started it, with his touching the book.
The thing was the book understood that Hermione was Dagworth-Granger, so Harry had another title. It also understood that Harry liked Susan Bones (heiress Bones), Megan Jones (heiress Hufflepuff from mother-unknown), Luna Lovegood (heiress Ravenclaw from mother-unknown), both Patil sisters (Parvati is heiress Patil, Padma secondary), both Greengrass sisters (Daphne heiress Greengrass, Astoria secondary), and Tracey Davis (secondary heiress). So Harry only has three with no titles themselves. Oh, what is a book to do, when their are still five titles. Ginny Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, ...