It wasn't until Saturday that Harry and Hermione could have another proper date. Hermione had picked the location this time. She'd chosen a muggle restaurant where she knew they wouldn't be recognized. It also had delicious food, private seating and a nice little alley out back that was rarely used. They apparated into the alley and walked together to the front entrance.
"Haven't I been here before?" Harry asked as they went inside.
"Yes, we came here for my birthday a couple years ago," she reminded him.
"Oh, right. I remember…kind of…..that was a crazy night," the man mused.
"I'll say," Hermione laughed. "You and Ron got drunk way too early in the night and Ginny ended up dumping you both at the Burrow so we could carry on."
Harry grimaced. "Molly was not happy about that. Had us both up at dawn with a list of chores. You still had fun after we left right? We didn't mess up your birthday?"
"Of course, you didn't. I still had a great night," she assured him. It was also why she decided to return. That alley had been handy for more than just apparition.
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After they were seated in a private little nook, Hermione waited until their drinks had been served to broach the topic she wanted to discuss. "I wanted to talk to you about something, Harry," she started.
The man in question frowned. "Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Yes, of course, it's just…..well..." the witch suddenly found herself without words. She took a deep breath. She was being silly. There was absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. Especially considering all that they had already done. "Uh…I wanted to talk to you about sex," she blurted out and then blushed.
Harry wasn't sure if he should laugh or frown and decided to do neither. "Ok," he replied evenly. "What about sex?"
"What do you like, what do you think you would like, what do you want to try, is there anything that you don't want to do?" Hermione asked in quick succession.
This time the man did laugh. "Ok, but how about we just start with one question. Where do you want to start?"
"Sorry," the witch said sheepishly. "I don't know why I'm so tongue tied, but it's such an awkward topic to bring up out of the blue. I just thought it would be good to get an idea of what we want and don't want and want to try. So, what do you know for sure that you like?" she tried again.
"Well, obviously I like sex in general," he started, pausing to consider the question. "I like getting head, but what guy doesn't" he shrugged. I love going down on a woman. I love making her come on my mouth and fingers."
Hermione felt the heat on her face quickly moving south to rest low in her belly. She knew what he could do with that tongue. "I liked being tied up, it….I don't know. It was kinda like with the blindfold. You took away my ability to touch or see and I was forced to just focus on what you were doing and telling me to do. That was really nice. I spanked you last week. I always thought that doing so was…well abusive at worst and silly at best. Then I did it….and the way you reacted…..I want to try that again."
Harry realized that this conversation was very likely going to keep him erect for the entire date. "Anything else?" the witch prompted.
"Yeah, I was once with a woman who wanted me to pretend that I was an auror interrogating her. It was a lot more fun that I thought it would be. I'd like to try something like that again. If that isn't weird," he added feeling a tad unsure.
Hermione smiled. "That isn't weird at all, Harry. It's perfectly normal. I love role play," she admitted. "There are so many scenarios we could try."
The wizard had to adjust his cock in his trousers just thinking of Hermione in handcuffs. "I would like that." Harry said quietly staring intently at the woman across from him. Oh yes, he was very much looking forward to that, he thought.
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Their conversation lasted all through dinner, and then dessert and then drinks. "I think it would be helpful, if you had a chance to look into some of these kinks on your own. Then we can get more into specific interests. Here, I brought you this book," Hermione grabbed the book she'd stowed in her bag earlier. "And this is a checklist of activities and such. You just go down the list and mark what you've done, what you like, want to try or any hard limits and such," she rambled.
Harry took the offered materials and shrunk them down to fit in his jacket pocket. He laughed. "I should have known dating Hermione Granger would require homework," he chuckled.
Hermione blushed. "Is this too much? I've gotten carried away, haven't I," she asked.
"No, not at all," the wizard assured her. He reached across the table and took hold of her hand. "It was very thoughtful. And I have to admit, I have no idea what's out there. I appreciate the guidebook. I just hope I'm not boring you," he confessed.
The woman frowned. "Why would I think you're boring. You're the most amazing person I know. I love you, Harry Potter. I'm just excited to share this all with you. It's not the sex that makes it special, it's you. It's exploring all this with you that I'm looking forward to," she said earnestly.
Harry thought his heart might burst with her words. He marveled at his luck. This strong, intelligent, sexy woman loved him, wanted him, and he certainly wanted her too. Rather badly after all their talk of sex. "You want to get out of here?" he asked.
Hermione gave him a devious grin and agreed.
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They rounded the corner and ducked back into the alley they'd apparated into earlier. Harry pulled Hermione against him and asked, "My place or yours?"
"How about here?" Hermione whispered.
"Here?" the wizard looked about him in surprise. "Someone could see us."
"No, they won't I put silencing and muggle repelling charms up and a notice me not for good measure," she assured him, but he still looked uncertain. She drew up closer and took his hand. "We don't have to do this here. We can go back to your place or mine and continue this," she said bringing Harry's hand up underneath her dress to press it against her bare, wet pussy. "But I'm so ready for you now."
"Fuck," the wizard breathed. The woman had been without knickers all night. The realization brought Harry's cock to full attention. He let his fingers trail through her pussy lips and she moaned and widened her stance. The man used the extra room to thrust two fingers into her drenched pussy.
Hermione whined, "Please Harry," she begged. "I need you inside me so bad. I don't care where we do it."
Harry started a lazy rhythm with his fingers. "Oh, yeah?" his voice had dropped to the point the he was practically growling. "Anywhere, Hermione?" The witch frantically nodded. "You'd let me bend you over those boxes over there and fuck you? You'd let me slam you against one of these walls and pound you into it? Or how about I throw you to the ground and make you suck my cock before I fucked you like the whore you are?" The man hoped he wasn't going too far, but she'd confessed earlier that she loved dirty, degrading talk. He can't say he was opposed to it either considering how tight his trousers were and the small mewls he was eliciting from his witch.
"Yes, please, Harry. Any of them, all of them. I just need you," she gasped. Harry smirked. Without removing his fingers, he started backing Hermione up until her back hit a wall.
He brought his unoccupied hand up to her throat and lightly grasped it. "Now listen, if I fuck you in this alley, it will be hard and it will be fast. I will fuck you until I explode in that tight little pussy and won't care whether you cum or not. Do you understand?" the wizard growled. The witch nodded her head, "Do you still want me, here, in this alley?"
"Yes!" Hermione gasped. She wanted it hard and fast, and she had absolutely no doubt that she would reach orgasm. She was halfway there already. "Please, Harry, I need you," she begged.
Harry bunched her dress up to her waist, exposing her dripping cunt to the night air. "Such a sweet little slut," he praised as he watched her writhe on his fingers. He removed them causing the witch to whine. He ignored it and brought his fingers up to her lips. She eagerly obeyed his unspoken command and opened her mouth to suck his fingers clean.
He used both hands to hoist the woman up and braced her against the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. "Now be a good girl and reach between us and take out my cock," he commanded.
Hermione snaked one hand between them. Brushing past her own slick pussy to reach his cock. She made short work of freeing the man from his trousers. "Good girl," he cooed at her. "Now bring your hands back up. You're gonna want to hang on for this."
As soon as her hand was out of his way, he lined himself up and slammed forcefully into the witch. She keened and wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on for dear life. He pummeled her into the wall, chaffing her back on the rough surface. She could care less, the little pain just added to her pleasure.
Harry was on fire. He'd never been this excited, this aroused in his life. Fucking where they shouldn't just added to the thrill, he thought as he continued to drill into his witch. He chased his orgasm. God, after an evening of "arousing" conversation, he was desperate for release. Hermione too seemed to be on the same wavelength. She came surprisingly quick, clamping her fluttering pussy on his cock until he could barely move. He did though, he powered through her orgasm and came. His cock throbbing in her tight cunt that still pulsed around him as he released himself in her.
They breathed hard, foreheads resting against each other as they came down from their high. "Merlin, that was a brilliant idea, Mione," he said.
Hermione laughed, "I'd have to agree with that."
Harry carefully lowered her to the ground and helped to right her dress. He noticed that the back had torn. "Are you ok, was I too rough?" he asked concerned that he'd hurt her.
"No, no, I'm fine. I- uh – well, I enjoyed that part too. Besides, I can fix the dress later. Mind putting some bruise cream on my back?" she asked.
"Are you inviting me over?" he asked with a grin.
The woman smiled back, "I suppose I am. So, what do you say? Want to stay the night with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he replied and caught the witch around her waist and brought her to him once more. He captured her lips in a kiss before turning and disapperating them both to the little flat that they'd share tonight.
