Delirious, exhausted and starving, Harry had had just about enough of the word "responsibility". The need to escape was so large, that he didn't even bother telling a soul where he was going and even went so far as to check under the room with a false name and slight alterations to his appearance. Never in his life would he ever think that he needed to take such precautionary measures in order to get away from his troubles.
With his room at the Three-Broomsticks charmed and protected from every angle he could think of, there came a knock at his door. Unwilling to accept anything other than absolute luxury and otherworldly service, Harry decided to take a holiday. After furiously working with staff and many of his dear friends, the essential details were settled with Hogwarts and the professors. Harry was done dealing with stress or pressure from others for a moment. He decided to hide and do absolutely nothing but whatever he wanted for just a brief, surreal couple of days. Now, the only thing he had to worry about was who on Earth could have possibly found him? As if he really needed to ask.
Hair in its usual tatters of her youth and somewhat worried look on her face, there was Hermione gazing back at the hero who saved the wizarding world. "Hello, Harry, how is your holiday?" Her smile was very fake, but it was also quite beautiful. Harry was ready to tell off anyone, ready to slam the door in the face of anyone and everyone. Anyone and everyone except this one particular person.
"Well, it's nice to know at least one of my plans worked. It's just a shame my charms still don't meet your standards." Harry walked back into his suite with the door open for her.
"Oh, no, Harry! It was a very good suppression charm. I even put up another one for you. Would you like for me to prevent house elf desaperation as well?" Hermione asked as she walked into the room, closing the door.
"No, Kreacher pops in to deliver the paper in the mornings. He also makes sandwiches the way I like." Harry walked to her, getting very close to her. She looked at him and then looked at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs. "It's always wonderful to see you, but what made you track me down?"
"What do you mean? I was just wanting to check on you and make sure you were alright." She began to smile with a tiny bit of mischief behind it and Harry furrowed his brow.
"Hermione, I expect this sort of lying and misdirection from our peers, but I never expected you would sink so low as to approach me in my place of rest and speak falsehoods. Really, have you no shame?" Harry smirked and walked up to her. He slid into her with an amorous embrace and they stood there for a long moment.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you have a moment to yourself. I'm sorry I had to muck it up for you. I won't be here long." She said and he was positively taken aback.
"What are you on about? Hermione, if I wanted you out of this room I wouldn't have let you in in the first place. What makes you think you aren't the only one who could enter here? Take your shoes off, put your bag by the door, have some tea. It's about that time, isn't it?" He checked the grandfather clock and it was close enough to four o'clock that, with the uttering of a name, there came the old, grouchy house elf with a tray of tea. He stood very short, many feet below Harry and his ears wiggled as he struggled to keep the tray balanced.
"Tea, as master requested." Kreacher said as he walked over to the table. With determination and a fair bit of smooth movements, he slid the tray atop.
"Oh, hello, Kreacher! So good of you to come and serve him." She said in a low voice as she darted a look toward Harry. He rolled his eyes and really hoped she didn't bring up S.P.E.W. again. "Are you certain you do not want a nice knit–" Before she even finished the sentence, Harry was returning to her the look of dread and she immediately clammed up with a soft giggle.
"Master's friend is ever so humorous, as always." He said, though there was no humor on his face in the slightest as he put one lump of sugar and a tiny dab of milk in her teacup. "Your tea is prepared. Is your holiday proceeding as planned?" He asked with the ghost of a smile on his face, having grown quite fond of Harry ever since he showed his friendship to Regulus Black and his cause. Being able to slap a certain thief with a metal pan also helped grow their kinship.
"Yes, that will be all, Kreacher. Keep them off my doorstep." Harry said, making Hermione raise an eyebrow.
"None shall escape my gaze, master." In a snap, with a crack and a whirl, he was gone.
The two of them sat on the bed as they sipped the hot, majestic tea that Kreacher prepared. Harry also quietly munched on a biscuit that was equally well made. Then he looked over at his long time friend and companion. She eyed him with a puzzled expression.
"You never told me why you came to see me. Is everything alright?" Harry asked and he placed his cup and saucer back on the tray.
There came another silence. This one was heavy with pressure. Her expression kept changing, though her mouth never fully opened. Then she thought for a long moment. Harry was patient, though and it was a minute before she finally sighed and began to fiddle with the teaspoon on her saucer.
"Harry, you know what we've been through. You and Ron are the only two who truly do. You know everything that has happened and understand what it all has meant." Hermione said and Harry sat there, finishing off the biscuit as she spoke and grunting with a nod as she looked at him.
"Yeah, no one can deny we earned our medals. As much as they're worth." There were medals involved, in fact. Harry had gotten two from the Ministry, as well as several tokens from a number of interested parties for his involvement with their causes. Much of which, he either sent back or donated, as he disagreed with the harm he caused to the goblins of Grimgotts. Thankfully, their break-in at Grimgotts went wholly unnoticed after Voldemort slaughtered a great number of the staff.
"Yes, well, what now?" Hermione asked and Harry tilted his head a bit.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"We went through such an ordeal, fought against impossible odds and somehow survived against legions of dark wizards. Well, what do we do now? I have invitations from every wizarding occupation known across the ministry and a number of other parties and yet… what cause do I serve?"
"Have you thought about making S.P.E.W. official?" Harry couldn't help but smirk and despite the glare, Hermione couldn't help but give him a tiny amused eye-roll.
"Really, though, you would never think it was a problem, but I can seldom think of anything else. What do we do now? I knew we couldn't be kids forever, but now the future looks so… lonely." Hermione thought about how she worded that. When she saw that Harry's eyebrows raised up, she quickly changed the subject as her cheeks became very pink. "It's just hard to think about what these people think I can do. I would certainly think about joining the Ministry in a supplementary position, but they're offering me twelve positions, including the position of Auror. I can fight when I need to, but I'm no duelist."
"Yes, you're only second maybe third greatest in our grade, but you're also acting like this is a surprising revelation that every wizarding business would want you under their payroll. Hermione, sweet child, anyone who doesn't want you as their employee is either a gaggle of dark wizards or have been living under a rock for the past decade. My friend, you are the highest value stock on the market. It's time to accept this as fact." Harry said all of this as if it were absolute gospel and Hermione was rendered speechless. It was as if the greatest Quidditch player in the league looked down at their understudy and said "You're the master now."
Before she could even fathom a response, Harry continued with another small chortle. "And also, you say I survived, but I must remind you of a certain technicality that took place during the fight." Harry began a small fit of laughter, thinking that it was a joke that one could only make once in his life, if ever, and it really be true. So few could make the joke that he considered it something of an obligation. That was, until he saw the mortified look on his dear friend's face.
Tears began to stream down Hermione's red hot cheeks and her face twisted some as she was forced to look down. Her breath hitched in a sob and the tears began to fall to her lap through her fingertips. "Harry! That's not funny!" She strained to say through her weeping.
"Oh, Hermione, I'm sorry." Harry finally took in the gravity of the joke and decided that on the outside looking in, perhaps it wasn't so humorous. "Oh, dear." Harry couldn't help but pull her into another, tighter hug and rubbed her back softly.
"I thought I would die too! As soon as I saw Hagrid carrying you." This proclamation brought on a horrible rattle of tears and a desperately hard string of sobs. She was nearly screaming. It lasted a good long while and Harry rocked her back and forth.
"I'm alright, Hermione. Somehow, we made it, just like you said. There's no use dwelling on it now. I'm sorry I had to fool you all like that. I wish I had another choice." Harry said and she looked up at him. After a moment, she nodded. Her crying had slowed and quieted to a subtle series of sobs.
"No, Harry, it's alright. I'll be fine. It's just too close right now." She nodded to him and rubbed his chest. Then she leaned her forehead onto his for a good, long moment. "We made it." She whispered to him, and looked up to see him nod and gaze into her eyes, her brown eyes into his green. Like pickled toads. This brought a smile to Hermione's puffy, tear scarred face. As for his scar, she noticed that she was leaning against it.
"Yes," Harry said, and slowly, his hand went to the back of her neck. Suddenly, their gaze went deeper and her breath caught in her throat. "We did."
They kissed.
Very slowly with no force behind her hand, she pushed at his chest. Then she tried again, this time she was able to break away with a sudden gasp. The two of them looked at one another. Both of their cheeks were flushed to the very brim and both of them felt as if their hearts were going to plunge out of their chests at any given moment. If Harry's glasses didn't have the impervious charm, they'd be fogged up to the point of no return. He pushed them up the bridge of his nose as he tried to slow his thudding heart.
"Not that I would… ever deny you," Hermione was able to breathe out some words slowly, "but maybe we shouldn't–" She was interrupted again as Harry connected to her lips once again and she squeaked in surprise. There was another long moment as the two of them kissed. This time, Hermione nearly swooned as Harry's tongue rubbed against the tip of hers and his hands traveled up her back.
Hermione's hands stayed against his chest and she tried desperately not to feel the edges of his sculpted muscles. His pectorals caressed against her palms and she couldn't stop it from happening because she was the one doing it. All along his sides and his abdomen, Hermione began to whimper as she felt herself getting dizzier and her legs began to feel like rubber of the wobbliest kind.
"Wait," Hermione had an even harder time pulling away on the second kiss. She held her hand to his chest for balance and took deep, cleansing breaths. She was excited in ways she thought impossible and her head was doing somersaults. "I th-thought you and Ginny…"
"Hermione, don't be silly." He said, making her eyes pop and her cheeks go solid red. "If you thought I was ever going to give you up, you were sorely mistaken. After all of the near-death and extremely near-death experiences I've come across in the past decade and defeating Lord 'Thingie', my perspective on life is absolute twenty-twenty. So no, Hermione, I'm not letting you escape me. I want you with me in this hotel room, shutting the world out and roasting marshmallows over by that fireplace. I know the newspapers are going to horde over me soon enough, but for now, pictures, interviews and playwright deals are for later."
She looked like her brain was going to need a restart before too long. All of these compliments were making her blood red hot and with every word, Harry was looking more charming and handsome by the second. Shutting the world out after the ordeal they had just been through sounded something like nirvana.
The wizarding world was sent into chaos after all was said and done. A new deputy minister of magic needed to be appointed until a full minister could be elected. All of the Death Eaters that didn't flee were taken into custody or killed in the attempted arrests. The cleansing was not going very smoothly, but without Voldemort, it certainly was progressing well enough.
Even Hogwarts, after months of cleaning, was growing close to completion with its repairs. They announced an 8th year for all who would attend in correction of the last year. Hermione wanted with all of her might to attend Hogwarts one more time, but if Harry and Ron did not wish to go, the idea didn't sound as appealing, but was still up in the air. Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, the headmistress of Hogwarts took Hermione aside and told her it was up to her. Even if she did not choose to finish her term in Hogwarts, Mcgonagall assured her a full positive referral for whatever job she applied for, especially if that position was for a professor's position at the school. Her old transfiguration teacher seemed to tremble at the thought of Hermione becoming Professor Granger. The idea was not unappealing.
Then she realized that her mind began to wander all over her problems once again and she couldn't deny that Harry was right. After such a grueling schedule of reconstructing Hogwarts and every surrounding event, Hermione was beyond exhausted. Much to Harry's delight, that was when she began to take off her shoes.
The rest of the day was filled with laughter, weeping, talking and eating. The two lied down in bed, listening to the radio and seeing what the wizarding world considered rock music beyond the Weird Sisters. Neither of them were very pleased with the results. Occasionally, Hermione would ask a question that ranged from magic controlling clouds in the sky to whether Crookshanks was a full kneazle or they were right and he remained only half.
Before they knew it, they had burned off an entire day and the sun was starting to sink more and more behind the horizon. He never wanted it to end, and while he knew that his holiday was still going, the loss of one day was something to be mourned. He accepted two large, warm glasses of fresh butter beer from the Three Broomsticks' front bar. Harry only wore green pajamas with the Inn's Three Broomsticks logo on the chest while Hermione wore a dress gown that went down to her knees, though it rode up to her mid thigh while she sat on the bed and took the mug with a nod of thanks.
"Still no owl from Ron." Harry said as he checked out the window next to the bed before sitting down next to her. She grunted and sipped her glass.
"It's not especially surprising. With George in his state and Molly, well, I can only imagine what Ron must be thinking now. I barely got a word from him before he left with his family." The thought was a bit sobering, so she was obliged to drink down another two or three large gulps of the delicious beverage. Over a time, he and Hermione found that it was time to let them heal on their own.
"Yes, it all came at a cost." Harry sighed as he joined her in a good long draft of his butterbeer.
After that was a long, thoughtful silence. Harry glanced at his companion to see that her nightgown's straps were very skinny. The thin, smooth fabric was white and he also noticed that the top was very generous with the view of her bust. At some point in time, Hermione had become a woman. How had he not noticed? He always knew she was beautiful, but now he was really looking at her for what she was: Gorgeous.
"Harry," she spoke, snapping him out of his thought process. "I know the object of this holiday is to shut the rest of the world out, but can't we visit more of Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Hermione asked and Harry considered for a moment. It didn't take long.
"Yeah, I suppose being cooped up in an inn sounds better than in practice." Harry drank the last of his beer with a tiny belch as he set the mug on the side table next to the bed.
"It certainly is better than cooping up at the Hog's Head." Hermione reasoned and Harry wholeheartedly agreed. The Three Broomsticks had a bit of a smoky ambience to the air, but it certainly was superior to the bland meat and old brandy smell that mixed in with goat in Aberforth Dumbledore's establishment.
"Though, here's a question for you, 'mione. If you had to, would you celebrate your wedding night at Hog's Head because it's in Hogsmeade or would you prefer a muggle hotel in London?" Harry covered up his legs with the blanket as he sat opposite Hermione, leaning against the wall while she leaned against the headboard and a stack of pillows.
"Muggle hotel in London." She blushed a bit as she reached over to the side table and picked up a chocolate frog, starting to unwrap it. This made Harry let out a good laugh as he nodded.
"Turned your back on the wizarding world rather quickly, I notice. Not much thought put behind that answer, was there?" Harry accused and Hermione had to put her hand on her mouth to keep from spitting out her chocolate frog in a laugh.
"You're talking to a mudblood, Mr. Potter." Hermione said, causing him to grow a bit incredulous and impressed that she owned the name mudblood as something of a badge of honor. "I am comfortable in both worlds and I would be far more comfortable away from Hog's Head." Hermione finished her chocolate frog and looked at the picture of Newt Scamander on her wizarding card. "I heard somewhere that all three of us are going to have chocolate frog cards."
"I…" Harry thought for a second. He blinked, then eyed Hermione as his eyebrows raised. "I strangely feel honored." He chuckled a little bit, then looked at her again. "But what if I were your new husband, and I said I wanted to take the festivities to the Hog's Head?"
His question hung in the air like a pregnant raindrop that could flood a canal. It seemed that she was tossing his words around in her brilliant brain backward and forward, front to back trying to find a suitable answer, if there was one.
"I would say, 'Anything you want, honey. Shall I stay in the kitchen and surrender myself to a life of spousal servitude?'" She asked and then her smug grin disappeared from her face as he slowly came forward and got close to her. "You'd make such a loving husband." Hermione tried her very best not to turn scarlet all over her face but her complexion was deepening fast.
"I certainly think so." Harry whispered to her and she could smell the butter beer on his breath. At some point, he started to get close. When did he get so close? Then she smelled his musk and it suddenly felt as if the sun were shining directly on her as she was burning up all over.
"You, l-loving husband." She stammered her words.
Her nervous smile suddenly melted from her face as her eyes closed halfway and Hermione's expression went slack as she looked into his eyes. Their lips pressed together once again and she tilted her head as her hands went from his shoulders to his cheeks. She had no idea if he was a great kisser, or her inexperience in the matter left her humble. Either way, her entire body began to tingle as she felt the heat emitting from his skin. This was entirely too much for Miss Granger. Seeing Harry in this light was such a jarring, yet alluring experience. The genius witch wanted more. She felt his rock solid figure, part from a long journey with little food, part from vigorous physical labor. He was obviously no body builder, but there were fine etchings.
That's when she felt something else. It was like a slightly heavy stone. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she looked down at the only appendage it possibly bulged from his robe and was pressed against her thigh. "Harry! Are you– Is that–"
"I suppose the only answer is 'yes'." He couldn't help himself when he blushed furiously. It was all too much for the poor young man. He turned 18 at the stroke of midnight, and yet he'd seldom even thought about such ideas as sex. There was hardly any time. If he wasn't studying, he was dealing with a horrifying problem or getting detention. There was, however, the Forest of Dean, but that's another story.
He had not seen Hermione Granger as he was seeing her now. Her nightgown was far more up toward her nether region and he could see every mile sculpted in her beautiful, goddess legs that were slightly bruised and lightly scarred from their trials and tribulations. The gown also sculpted to her torso and left very little to the imagination as Harry gazed upon her body.
"Hermione," He whispered to her, his lips barely touching hers as the two of them laid tiny kisses onto one another. Without realizing it, she was causing him to grow very labored in his breathing. She had begun to rub her fingertips very gently across his bulge, which was only growing by the second. She could have sworn she felt a tiny blotch of wetness near the tip, in fact. It was the most bizarre and erotic thing she had ever done in her life and she somehow did not want to stop.
Harry took her hand, making her stop as she looked up at him. Her eyes grew very wide as he pulled her palm to the front of his shaft and made her squeeze. Her first reaction came in something of a jolt with mild indignation.
"Harry! That's so… inappropriate." Her voice trailed off on the word, especially when she saw that his face contorted with the mere mention of the word "inappropriate".
"Are you daft?" He blurted, making her gasp a bit. The smile on her face told him that she was, most likely, daft. "I don't suppose it's all that appropriate to go up to your old friend Penelope Pondskim and start grinding your forearm against her skirt. Look what you've done to me."
Her jaw dropped. Her hand stayed to her mouth, clamping against it even tighter. With her eyes bugging out completely, she gazed at what was, perhaps, the very first real male genitalia she had ever laid eyes on. He had pulled his pajama pants below his testicles and she saw all of him. He was absolutely hard, pointed up with only a little lean forward.
"Merlin's beard! How can you be so big already?" Hermione asked as she sat up straight and leaned toward him as she stared. She could even see a small dollop of viscous fluid clinging to the tip and shining in the fireplace light as it glowed on the other side of the room.
Harry had to admit that he beamed a bit more than he should have at her compliment that she probably didn't mean to make. "Already? How long do you think it takes for men to reach their full size? You certainly are no slouch in the size department yourself." Harry stated, causing her to gasp and cover her chest.
"You dirty– filthy…" She started to say but then trailed off once again, somehow forgetting that he was fully exposed in front of her. Once her eyes laid on him again, whatever she was joking about was immediately forgotten. "Can I…"
"Honestly, I was hoping you'd asked sooner. Yes." He said and even stepped closer to her on his knees. His sudden consent caused her to go very flushed in the face as she looked from his face to his rigid member.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned in a small voice as she tentatively touched his shaft with her fingers, only to rest her palm against his bare skin, "your penis is lovely." She said as she heard him making small straining noises at the back of his throat. The young lady felt more of the fluid at the tip and slowly smeared it across his length.
Her head was growing fuzzy and her undergarments were growing alarmingly more wet. Never in her life had she grown a spot of vaginal juice in her underwear to this caliber. Without thinking, she clenched her legs together and immediately began to whimper in the back of her throat. There was a most wonderful fire between her legs and she'd stoked it to the point of nearly climaxing by herself.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Harry saw that she was positively drooling at this point. To his amazement, she suddenly bent down and hooked her thumbs on either side of her bright purple undergarments.
Harry couldn't believe what he'd just seen as she tugged her sopping knickers down to remove them. For the first time in his life, he saw a slightly dark haired, beautiful mound above an open and wet pair of lips that had a tiny string of juice connecting her vagina to the soaked purple fabric. He'd seen her small gathering of pubic hair for a solid five seconds before the gown draped over it again.
If that weren't enough, Hermione, with only slight hesitation, pulled both her spaghetti straps from her shoulders. Once Hermione's dark reddish brown nipples came into view, Harry nearly couldn't contain his excitement. Then she moved to the bed and sat against its edge as his eyes followed her.
"Am… am I attractive?" She asked in a meek, dainty voice. Harry blanched at the question. She put on a pose that was akin to a porn model, complete with a full view of her absolutely gorgeous quim. Her womanhood was pink, glistening and slightly open as she looked like she was about to burst as badly as he was.
"Hermione, you are beyond such mundane questions. The words don't exist." Harry said as he reached down and cupped one of her nicely buoyant breast that filled his hand.
Now he was staring at her as he caressed her lovely mammaries, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Hermione felt a thin sheet of vaginal juice coat her inner labia and begin to drip. Hermione hated to admit it, but as inappropriate as his penis was, she found it harder and harder to dismiss as her hand did not want to leave it. She continuously stroked him without thinking about it.
"Mind if I have a turn?." Harry whispered to her and she nodded. He kept his face close as he slowly slid two fingers over her folds between her vulva.
"Oohh! Harry! Wai-wai-oohhh!" Hermione's reaction couldn't have been more perfect. She hooted and jumped as she felt thick fingers rub up to her clitoris and down to her honey hole. As soon as he felt how downright sopping she was, his fingers began to slide all over. In almost no time, she jolted forward with a cry of sheer ecstasy. Her bushy hair came out in force from the whiplash.
Harry felt her tremble soon after and release a liberal amount of juice over the back of his fingers and knuckles. In a state of absolute endorphin fueled euphoria, Hermione kissed Harry, sliding her tongue over his. She couldn't help but look at him with eyes that begged for him to do more, urging to do more to him. She was very sweaty and her brain was pumping with so much desire, she could hardly contain herself.
Enough was enough, as far as he was concerned. Harry took control, causing Hermione to yelp in surprise as she was pushed over in the bed. Before she could ask anything, there he was. She saw him close up and mounted on top of her.
He removed his shirt, showing his many accumulated scars on his torso. Of course, none of them were the one scar, but his young, battle worn body only enhanced Hermione's affections. That's when she felt it and all other thoughts immediately vanished. Her eyes gazed into his, worried, but also determined as her hand went around to the back of his neck.
"Would you believe me if I said I've always wanted this?" He asked, his shaft was pressed against her folds to the point where the tingling could be felt as clear as a bell.
"Of course, Harry. If it's going to be anyone, it has to be you." She said as she started to feel movement and her face nearly twitched from the stimulation his cock was giving her. "Harry! That's-oh! Feels so… good!" Her arms gripped around his shoulders tight as she felt his tip against her opening, her lips and her little bump that nearly made her spasm.
"Hermione, you're the one who's doing it." Harry replied and it was true. He stayed still as a statue as her legs and hips moved on their own and slathered his phallus with vaginal juice. "I can't take any more of this." He strained to say as his hips could do nothing but rub against her crotch in perfect form with her. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked in a very worried tone but her glare of murderous intent told him a great deal.
"Harry James Potter, I am losing my patience with you!" Hermione growled as he was taken a little aback by her conviction. It seemed he was not the only one with a threshold for this sort of pressure. He took hold of his shaft, angling it between her spread legs."Now, just go slo-OOHH!"
Harry couldn't help himself. Now, he felt her. She'd been growing into a fine young lady right in front of him throughout their adventures in Hogwarts. Now, Harry entered her deeper and Hermione thrust her lips into his. As soon as their lips met, she cried out in such a sharp pain inside her, but it didn't last very long. They continued to kiss as she moaned into his mouth. As their lips broke, they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Oh, Harry, look," she looked down at their lower bodies. "We're together." Tears filled her eyes as she beamed a gorgeous smile at him. "It's wonderful."
"Hermione… you're too good for this world." He told her and before she could react, she felt his phallus begin to move back and forth inside her. She started to reply but that was lost as he started to go a bit faster and her mouth began to hang open. She squinted at him as she gazed into those beautiful green eyes. His length was incredible and she could feel her tube gripping him tight.
"Oh! Harry! I'm cumming again!" She shouted, obviously cumming several times harder than before as his mushroom tipped, thick head and shaft filled her entire tunnel. To his astonishment, she came yet again upon his next push.
Hermione couldn't even look at him straight as he pumped inside of her. Her eyes went blurry and closed as pleasure was mounted up high with a nice satisfying gush. Their intertwined bodies became especially wet. Sweat was forming on their bodies, their sex organs were covered in juice and their mouths tasted each other with such detailed precision.
"Oh! Harry! Tell me you love me! I love– so much! Harder! Slap my insides! More!" Hermione didn't even remotely sound like herself, always so witty, proper and able to answer anything. Now both of them could only think of one thing as they gazed at each other. With everything that happened, he decided that he didn't want to waste time anymore.
"I love you, Hermione, I want you to stay with me. Can you do that?" He began to pound her and she was having her fifth or ninth orgasm, she'd lost count long before. His rhythm, pace and strength all worked together to make Hermione forget entire class lessons one after the other. "Will you stay with me forever?" His cock was going a mile a minute. He figured for someone who'd never done this in his life, he seemed to be doing it more than correctly.
"Yes! Anything!" Hermione was down to having small orgasms from every thrust. Those built into large orgasms, normally causing her legs to jerk and twitch. Her breasts jiggled and she no longer cared if he stared at them. In fact, such an idea was a turn on that made her lick his lips in a lapse of sanity that she relished in.
Forgetting himself, as it was now impossible to hold, semen drenched her insides. He twitched against her gripping sheath and she gasped, her eyes wide as galleons. Her vaginal tube was painted with a thick white milk that spread through her. There was tons of it. Harry even slid out of her by accident and ejaculated a long string of sperm across her stomach, causing her to jump and squeak softly in mild surprise. Though, it may also have been an automatic reflex, as her conscious body seemed to be taking a much needed respite.
Her first run in with semen and she was already growing very fond of his reproductive functions. His large member went slack some, though it was still plenty hard, it rested against her well fucked pussy lips.
The thought of pregnancy terrified Hermione, but then she looked at him and her entire body felt like glowing. "It's so beautiful…" She said as she rubbed a fingertip across her belly, lightly smearing the small rope of semen. "I'm so happy. Maybe I could work something else into the plan. Maybe some things that we can name after our parents and other families. Some little green-eyed, messy-haired…"
There it was. Of all the things she could have told him, she had to mention one of his deepest, most desperate wishes of his life: a family. Harry watched as a naked Hermione hummed a soft, light tune to herself. She traced a finger over her belly a little as he watched, laying on his side. More and more she was growing comfortable with this new, strange substance.
Her nether regions were singing. Every movement and even staying still caused her vagina to feel the outline of his sliding, pistoning cock. Already, she felt like she was familiar with his brilliant manhood. Hermione smiled at him politely, but then placed her hand along his wet, messy shaft.
Harry, on the other hand, nearly had the life squeezed out of his lower appendage, but he'd never felt better. The glow they felt was one of true magic. The oldest magic resonated through that room like a thick cloud in the form of love. Though, Harry was willing to bet that may have also been an odor that Fred and Geor– that… they used to joke about. Harry suddenly held her closer and she blinked up at him, seeing his face take on a frown. She did not speak at first, though. She knew it could have been any number of the events from the past years.
There was no need to speak and no need to worry, so they did neither. They simply stayed like that, their naked bodies glowed in the moonlight as it appeared in the window next to them.
"I suppose I can see what all the fuss is about now." Harry said, causing her to snort and blush as she looked away for a moment, causing a little laugh from him as well. "The seventh years were rather enthused."
"Yes, I will say, now I know why Suzie Hargroom wouldn't stop jabbering on about it. Only she seemed to be going with a different bloke every week." Hermione and Harry eyed one another then gave a tiny shrug.
The night air was growing cold, so they covered up. Harry wasn't quite done yet, though, and his hand slid across her chest. She felt his soft caresses on her two big mounds on her chest. Her nipples immediately reacted, growing stiff against his palm.
"Mr. Potter, what do you think you're doing?" She gazed at him, dumbfounded. He had already pounded her vaginal sheath into submission. What more could he possibly– When his fingers gave her nipple a tiny pinch, her mouth suddenly opened and she drew in a sharp breath. "Oh! Harry!" Her moans started up again in the form of tiny whimpers as her body swayed with his as he got back close to her.
She felt his long manhood press against her thigh as his hands caressed both big chest mounds and even gave her nipples little twists before putting one in his mouth. Her eyes went very wide as her back arched. He reached down, cupping her splattered buds. Here she was, completely filthy from head to toe, full of millions of his prospective descendants. Yet, he was ready to go again.
Within minutes, they were above the covers again. Hermione was on all fours, Harry was behind her, pummeling her tight hole once again. Despite not having to, Hermione pressed her face to the mattress as she was ravaged. She was ever so embarrassed with the sounds she was making. Though, she seemed to be making them rather loudly into the sheets. He was in full control now, and he pressed the assault on her uterus while white cum pulsed from her. Their juices covered his cock, covering his length and making him very well lubricated.
Once again, she screamed, making it vibrate through the fitted sheet. With one large orgasm, she collapsed on her side, barely coherent as sweat gleaned from every part of their bodies. Harry knew it was rather stupid, but he came inside her again. This time, though, he also collapsed.
Whatever happened after that was brief, but they knew they at least pulled the cover over the both of them. The blanket was still tight around them and they were still tightly connected to each other when they woke the next day.
Both of them felt as if their bodies were no longer their own. Their legs were rubbery and sore, as if they had both run several marathons. It was a bit of a hassle, but it became more than worth it when they were able to get the tub in the bathing room full of clean water. The pump worked by itself and with a simple word, Hermione was able to light the wood underneath the tub with a simple word and the wave of her hand. "Incendio…" She whispered and smiled up at him with a bit of a sassy arrogance.
Harry couldn't help but notice how beautiful the naked witch was when she performed any kind of magic. Now, here she was, performing wandless spells with the air of superiority that only she deserved. It was maddening. Even though it was clearly a good time to rest, he couldn't help but show off his very solid erection once again.
She balked at the sight. He was dirty from last night, which was a gross understatement. With everything he did to her, the fact that he recovered in mere hours was something of a marvel. "For a hero of the wizarding world, you certainly lack discipline in certain areas, Mr. Potter." Hermione said as the two of them waited for the water to heat.
"I supposed it's good that you're the very ideal prodigy of discipl– Okay, that joke went sour quick." Harry said as he laughed a bit to himself and she put on a furrowed brow at him. "What? It's not funny when it's true."
"Ideal prodigy of discipline?" Hermione said the phrase as if tasting it for herself. "Interesting title, but a bit wordy, isn't it?" Even when she said this, she knew there were several jobs in the ministry with far more syllables in their names.
"Oh, would you prefer genius? The superior minister of magic? That's not saying much." He caught himself.
"That's a bit unfair, Harry." She tilted her head with a crinkled expression of guilt. "Especially after what Scrimgeour did for you… you know… at the end."
Harry had to hand it to him, that was very noble. Ever since he had heard that the man refused to give him up, he had been of two minds for the late minister of magic. Still, there was part of him still deeply offended by his single-minded attempts to dilute his loyalties and waste his time for a senseless publicity stunt. Especially after sending such a repugnant woman like Dolores Umbridge to take full control of Hogwarts. "I must not tell lies" was still scarred into his hand and would remain there for the rest of his life. Refusing to bend the knee had cost him dearly. He'd do it again in a heartbeat.
"Harry?" The young witch asked, drawing his attention. He was suddenly aware that she had already dipped into the tub and he was standing there, gazing off into space thinking about rubbish.
"Yes, right." Harry said as he stepped into the tub, now that it was at an ever so wonderful temperature. The fire beneath it was small but it would maintain absolute comfort as his aching bones were immersed in cleansing whatever Hermione applied to their bath from her tiny green bottle.
"I don't suppose you want to talk about it?" She asked and he chuckled a little bit.
"I believe I have discussed enough about the very broken system the ministry had in place. Venturing into that place was a nightmare all its own." He suddenly wished that he never saw another drop of polyjuice potion for as long as he lived. "Anyway, we have better things to discuss."
"We do?" Hermione blinked.
"Yes, our possible return to Hogwarts."
