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"Well, we'll leave Hagrids' in about twenty minutes." Hermione whispered sharply to her companion as their previous selves and Ron went into Hagrid's croft.

"So, we just wait and watch."

Hermione shuddered as Harry's hot breath ghosted across the back of her neck, his hands still resting on her cardigan over her midriff. The two friends barely fitted under the cloak together, not like they had five years earlier, when they'd first begun exploring Hogwarts with the assistance of the James Potter's old invisibility cloak. The only way to remain concealed was with her back pressed into the lean muscles of her best - platonic, she reminded herself - friend's chest.

"Yea-ah." she replied, her breath hitching as she felt Harry's hands drift down to grasp her hips, gently trying to push her away, when she realised that something was pressed firmly into her jean-clad ass. The involuntary grunt that escaped his lips as she pushed back against him gave her some clue as to what that something was "Harry. Is that... I mean-"

"Sorry Hermione. I couldn't-" Harry started, still trying to pull away from her while still remaining beneath the cloak, something that Hermione refused to let him do, the warm, firm presence of her first and dearest friend something she didn't want to lose, especially amidst one of their escapades. Instead, she turned around, the oddly pale, wan light that made it through the cloak's fabric allowing her to see the curious sight of Harry, trying to blush and pale at the same time.

"No, it's a natural bodily reaction for men, even if I'm not good looking like some of the girls at Hogwarts, your brain stimulates-" Hermione rattled off rapidly, beginning to blush as she fought to stop her gaze repeatedly raking down her best friend's lean, athletic form, tracing him from his chest, honed by half-a-dozen seasons of competitive Quidditch and, more recently, professional interest, all the way down to the bulge in his jeans.

Suddenly though, she was cut off, a single finger laid lightly on her lips, and even if she could easily have brushed him aside, Hermione couldn't bring herself to do more than concentrate on the sensation and the feelings that ran through her at the action.

"No Hermione. I will not hear this. You're every bit as good looking as any of our year-mates." Harry moved forwards, his other hand cupping the nape of her neck, making sure she could do nothing more than look up into his eyes, hard, glittering emeralds. "And, of all the students in the school, who decked Malfoy right in front of his goons? You're a bloody wonderful woman, a superb witch and a loyal friend since we first arrived here, even if it took me two bloody months and a damned mountain troll to realise it! And, if you don't stop putting yourself down I'll- I'll-"

At this point as Harry's rant suddenly caught up with him, unable to find words to describe exactly what he would do, Hermione, who he had drawn ever closer, affixed with a blazing look gaze, pulled on her reserves of Gryffindor courage and brushed his hand aside from her lips, and rose up on tip toes - realising that somehow her scrawny friend had grown tall and broad. She kissed him, a desperate embrace, trying to convey every bit of feeling, every suppressed urge and hidden emotion that she'd accumulated since the day that she realised that she liked him.

Suddenly, she found herself with her hand tangled in Harry's ever-windblown mop of hair, their lips enmeshed with eachother, kissing hungrily, affection rapidly giving way to ardour. Hermione moaned as a solid hand fell to her ass, pulling her forward onto his bulge, another hand fisting her hair, tilting her head back for him to devour her mouth. As she moaned, Harry dived forward, his tongue twisting around hers, intent on Hermione's conquest, greedily tasting every millimetre of her mouth he could get at amidst the fierce, passionate embrace as she whined and bucked against him. She was his!

For want of air, they eventually pulled apart, their passionate kiss turned sloppy and wanton, neither caring as strings of drool hung between their lips. Then, in a single motion, Harry grasped his best friend's tight arse, toned by seven floors of castle staircases and hundreds of hours of duelling practice, and lifted her up, spinning them both around and almost slamming Hermione into a convenient tree. She eagerly wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and her arms around his neck as her back, protected only by a thin t-shirt, hit the rough bark of a centuries-old oak tree. Somehow in the midst of their lust-crazed spitswapping, she was surprised to note, her cardigan had been stripped from her and discarded, slung over a low-hanging branch.

"Fuck, Hermione-ee!" Harry groaned as she bucked her hips against him, grinding her crotch against his erection, burying his head in her neck, his lips finding the smooth skin, leaving a trail of kisses down from her jaw, nipping at her throat gently.

"You like that?" Hermione asked, her tone low and hoarse with arousal. Trusting him to hold her steady, she reached down with one hand, unfastening Harry's loose-fitting jacket before pulling herself closer to him, only their t-shirts between them, her nipples straining against the thin fabric standing testament to the fact that she hadn't bothered with a bra that morning.

"Bloody hell yes I like it! When we're doing duelling practice and you take off your robes, your jumper and you strut around in your t-shirts from last year, with no bra on underneath - ah fuck, all I can think of is tearing those t-shirts off, and..." his voice hitched as she reached down and looped her fingers under the hem, and tore her t-shirt off in one motion, carelessly throwing it away under the edge of the invisibility cloak.

"...and, Harry?" Hermione asked coquettishly as his eyes fixed on her perky breasts.

"I. Uh-."

Since she wasn't getting anything from her freshly-minted beau, she decided to take over and voice some of her fantasies. She'd had years to develop some of them, becoming more lucid and more explicit with every day and every night spent dreaming.

"If you wanted to, you should have gone ahead and torn them off. That's your right, and I would have let you do so anyway. Fuck, when the Firebolt fiasco happened, you should have pulled me into an abandoned classroom, removed my skirt and panties, bent me over your lap and spanked my butt red for tattling. Beaten some obedience into my arse." Hermione's torrent of obscene fantasies was in full flow, and she wasn't going to stop unloading some of the most notable of them. "During the Chamber of Secrets thing, when this particular princess awoke from an enchanted sleep to find the hero had killed the monster, she wished the hero had given her Prince Charming's kiss of true love, then put a collar around her neck to proclaim his ownership of me, then we could have ridden off into the sunset, with me slung over your saddle as booty.

"Fuuuck!" Harry groaned, again.

"If we want to talk about rights, you know I'm still a virgin?" Hermione asked. "You alone are entitled to take my innocence, your right as my best friend to take me. The only thing stopping me from becoming a complete slut for you was the scared, bushy-haired, coltish little girl who never felt good enough for you."

"That's rubbish Hermione. You have always been good enough for me." Harry was wild-eyed and his was heart racing, retaining just enough self-control that it was his best friend's final sentence that he concentrated on.

"Well, if we try and be worthy of each-other from now on..." Hermione licked her lips, her voice little more than a whisper.

Wriggling free of Harry's grip, she sank to her knees in front of him, the loam of the forest floor soft enough to not be uncomfortable for what she planned to do. She leaned forward, resting her cheek on his thigh as she undid his belt and his jeans, then with a deft pull, jerked them down, leaving them around his ankles. Harry muttered a curse as her warm breath hit the thin cotton that was all that separated her from his straining manhood. He ran a hand through her hair, unconsciously encouraging her, the other hand flat against the tree behind her.

Hermione licked her lips, wetting them in anticipation of what was to come. With the air of someone unveiling a great piece of art from behind a curtain, she pulled his pants down.

"Fuck." this time is was Hermione uttering the curse.

Her mouth watered as his cock burst free, a thick, meaty pillar of masculinity, hard and throbbing as she took hold of him, a slender, soft hand cupping his shaft and a pearl of precum beading at the tip. Hermione studied him for a long moment, her scientific curiosity soon to be overwhelmed by lust. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out, tracing the bottom of the head of his cock, twisting and delving into the slit, gathering the thick bead of cum, her first taste of any man. Pulling back, she looked up at him, making sure he saw the streak of seed before she closed her mouth, visibly swirling it around before sticking her tongue out to show it, clean of any evidence of what she'd just done.

"I hope you'll forgive me being a greedy tease, but you taste so good. I hope there's plenty more of that for you to feed me." said Hermione, running her hands up and down his shaft, slowly jacking him off. "But, for now, I think it's time I officially become your greedy little cocksucker."

She dived forward, her tongue licking at the base of his shaft, a distinctive, masculine musk filling her senses, aware of the fact that his cock almost covered her face entirely. Harry's hand clenched in her hair as he felt Hermione kissing and licking her way up his throbbing cockmeat, her hand moving to cradle his balls as she trailed kisses and kitten-licks all the way up the shaft of cockflesh until she was facing down the barrel of his manhood, his glans resting on her lips. He groaned loudly, uncaring if anyone heard the sound coming from a seemingly-empty patch of forest, so taken up with Hermione giving him her first ever blowjob, wrapping her lips around his shaft and letting his cockhead rest on her tongue, tasting him and curiously studying the throbbing weight. She unbuttoned the top of her jeans and unzipped them as the unique taste of her best friend's cock filled her mouth, then as her fingers reached her drooling quim, she dipped her head forward and sucked his cock deeper.

The image was one that Harry seared into his memory, his engorged dick sliding into Hermione's hot, sweet mouth, his best friend of half-a-decade, knelt on the soil in front of him, topless with strings of saliva running down her perky tits, one hand unashamedly buried in her panties as she slid her pouting lips down his cock, sucking him deeper. The sensation was mind bending too, her tongue a slick, prehensile muscle that she was writhing around his invading cockmeat as she gazed up at him, her mouth, used for the sharing of knowledge now being used to suck his dick as if she was trying to rob him of his soul, or at least a good mouthful of sticky seed.

At last, as the head of Harry's shaft was lodged as far as she could take it, drooling precum on her tonsils, Hermione stopped, her throat instinctively clenching as the invading cock pressed against the entrance to her gullet. She gradually drew back, leaving his spit-shined cock open to the air, strings of cock-flavoured slop hanging between his dick and her lips. Swallowing the mix of his salty arousal and her saliva, Hermione puckered her lips and thanked him appropriately, with a sloppy kiss onto his throbbing cockhead.

"Harry?"

"Ah- Hermione?"

"I want to try something I read about. I want you to grab my hair and push me down on your cock while pressing your hips forward." she ordered. "Don't stop unless I pinch your thigh, I want you to make me swallow your cock right down my throat until I choke on it."

Sitting back with her butt on her heels, she opened her mouth wide as both of Harry's hands gripped her head, one clenched in her hair and one under her chin, perfectly placed to guide her down his dick. Once more, Hermione found herself matching heated gazes with Harry as he began to drive his cock into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft, but this time, she had absolutely no control. She had willingly surrendered almost all the power to Harry, submitting to his pleasure, and she liked it.

Swallowing constantly as he forced his cock into her gullet, Hermione managed to get him past that obstacle, a buzz of rapture overwhelming her as she felt his shaft slowly impale her throat, her hand coming up to massage the obscene bulge in her neck that marked her oral defilement. She managed to take his cock right down to the base, her nose pressed into his sparse pubic hair and his balls, filled with seed that was soon to anoint their relationship - and her submission - now resting on her chin. Drooling uncontrollably, Hermione tried to catch some of it as she tongued his balls, but a lot joined the mess splattered across her breasts, glistening in the pale evening light.

Harry sucked in a harsh breath as Hermione finally choked on his cockflesh, her throat giving his manhood an involuntary massage. Pulling her back by her hair, and drawing his hips back, he immediately thrust forward, setting a harsh pace fucking her mouth, churning up a mess of saliva that coated his cock and ran down her chin. Every thrust was accompanied by his best friend's choking around his shaft, providing a wet, debauched soundtrack as her first attempt at oral sex turned into a rough throatfuck.

"You wanted to be a complete slut for me Hermione? Well, if you're a good girl and keep gagging on my cock, I'll fuck your mouth full of cum." Harry growled. "Not just this once, you're going to spend every day where you belong, on your knees with your mouth around my dick."

Hermione curled her fingers into her pussy, rubbing the pad of her thumb against her clit, imagining a life spent as her best friend's whore. Maybe she'd get a collar, even, perhaps, a ring, but she would always be his slut. She grew more and more aroused as Harry used her throat for his own pleasure, his thick, delicious cock fucking her increasingly sloppy mouth, thick, salty precum coating her gullet with every punishing thrust.

"Fuck, here it comes, you beautiful cumslut."

Hermione moaned around his shaft, cupping his balls as he gave her half-a-dozen more thrusts, hilted himself in her mouth and came.

She felt Harry's orgasm in minute detail, his balls throbbing against her fingers and tongue, then she felt his shaft pulsing on her tongue. Furiously rubbing her pussy, the combined sensations of her fingers, the obscene fantasy in her mind's eye, the pillar of cockflesh on her tongue and wedged down her throat, his hand holding her down as he used her as a willing cocksleeve, all of it combined to send Hermione over the edge. She soaked her jeans, ruining her panties in the process as she was struck by a choking, squealing climax, muffled by the cock she had buried in her throat, the vibrations being the last straw which saw him unloading into her mouth.

The first eruption pumped a thick rope of cum down her throat, choking her on his cloying, salty jizz, plastering her gullet with his sticky seed. Still cumming, Harry pulled back enough for the rest of the spurts to flood his best friend's mouth, liberally coated her taste buds with wads of hot, thick cum. Hermione swallowed again and again, draining his balls into her stomach, knowing that wherever their adventures took them that evening, that she'd feel the load of spunk sloshing around her stomach and coating her esophagus. As fast as she swallowed his seed, greedily drinking every drop she could slurp down, Harry pumped more into her hungry mouth, some spilling down her chin. Finally, as his climax ran out he drew back, Hermione's cum-drunk look finished with a last spurt of jizz dripping onto her tongue.

Swirling the last rope of jizz around her mouth, Hermione coated every inch of her taste buds with his cum before swallowing down this last wad of seed and showing him her mouth, still sticky with the remnants of his load.

"Thank you sir." she said hoarsley, one hand still down her soaked panties and the other cradling her belly where she swore she could feel the cum she'd swallowed, a thick, sticky warmth building in her stomach.

"We should probably get dressed." Harry suggested, glancing at his watch momentarily, loathe to tear his eyes away from Hermione, kneeling topless in front of him, her chin coated in cum and saliva, more splattering her breasts. "I'll give you your punishment later - for the Firebolt and for being such a cock-hungry slut. Then we can talk about my entitlements and rights, concerning you, and what punishment you're due for hiding them from me."

"Yes sir." Hermione shuddered, leaning forward to give his cockhead a last kiss.