Rony stared as if not believing what he had said, then changed to an expression of deep confusion. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, but no sound came out.
"Hey, Rony, I didn't he-" Harry began, but the girl turned abruptly and ran back upstairs. When Harry turned to Mr. Weasley, the man was watching him with a pained expression.
Mr. Weasley came closer and cast a quick Reparo on the glass jar before picking it up and setting it back on the table. Uncomfortable with the silence and afraid he had angered Mr. Weasley, Harry began to say again, "Mr. Weasley, ahn, Ginny and I, we-"
"I—I heard you, Harry," Mr. Weasley said. Harry felt relieved that his voice didn't sound angry. However, his brow was terribly furrowed when he next spoke, "Are you... sure of what you're saying?"
No point in backing out now.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley, I am."
"And do you mind telling me when and how you two came to that realization?"
Harry had come prepared. He knew it would sound suspicious to everyone when he came out to announce he'd like to date Ginny. He couldn't simply say they'd been having sex for days now and expect to survive the tale.
"We've been talking since the World Cup, after... you know, and we think we have a lot in common and..." he said, letting his voice die, expecting Mr. Weasley himself to finish the story however he wanted.
Mr. Wesley's face relaxed, and his eyebrows shot up in realization.
"Ah, yes, of course... I can see how... Of course… Two young people..." Mr. Weasley said, scratching his chin and looking away. "Harry, err, if you really meant it, this is a serious matter... I need to speak with Molly. Do you mind waiting in the living room while I talk to her?"
"Not at all, sir."
Mr. Weasley gestured for him to follow, and they walked back into the Burrow's living room. He left Harry on the couch and left for the higher floors.
Harry waited, trying to run through the possible conversations they'd have in his mind. The minutes stretched, and the uncharacteristic silence of the house began to make him nervous. It felt like an eternity had passed when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, followed a moment later by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. The girl had a confused expression as she trailed them, but as soon as she saw Harry, her eyes went wide.
"Ginny, sit down," said Mrs. Weasley. Her voice didn't sound angry, but it was far from the gentle tone she liked to use.
With trembling legs, the redhead sat down next to Harry on the couch, a seat apart. She glanced momentarily at him but averted her gaze back to her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took a seat in front of them, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to wait for her husband to speak.
Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.
"Ginny, Harry came to talk to me a few minutes ago. He has, err, expressed a desire to start a relationship with you. He has told me his feelings are reciprocal. Is that true?"
Ginny flushed at that and looked back at him. Harry sent her the tiniest nod.
"It's true, dad," she said weakly.
"And do you, err, wish to be in a relationship with him?"
Ginny's eyes traveled from Harry to her parents. She didn't seem to know what to say.
"I—I do. "
Mr. Weasley nodded his head gravely.
"Alright," he said. "First—thank you, Harry, for being upfront with us. Secondly, Molly and I have spoken about this, and while we want to make sure you know we understand and respect your feelings, we also have to tell you that we can't allow you two to be in a relationship—you are too young."
Ginny's transformation from apprehensive to angry was almost instantaneous.
"What?! Dad! If we like each other, what does that matter?!"
"Ginny, you are too young!" Mrs. Weasley said, unable to contain herself any longer. "You haven't even started third-year yet, you're barely thirteen!" She turned to Harry and spoke in a much calmer tone. "Harry, dear, we understand what you two must be feeling right now after that dreadful World Cup final—no, Ginny, listen to me!—feelings, they get complicated when people go through such things together, and, now, I'm not saying these feelings aren't real, but you two need more time to understand them."
"This is bollocks, mom! How do you know we don't understand them?!"
"Mind your tongue, young lady!" Mrs. Weasley shouted back at her daughter. "And yes, we do; your father and I were your age once, we know how fickle youth can be-"
"Fickle like you and dad?! If I remember, you and dad ran off to marry in secret just after Hogwarts—and hadn't Aunt Muriel forbidden it too?!"
Mrs. Weasley rose to her feet then. Even standing shorter than Harry, she still managed to exhale authority.
"Ginevra Weasley, you will not speak of what you do not know!"
Ginny rose too, in challenge.
"Okay, fine! I won't date Harry then! Is that what you want to hear?! If that's all, I'll go back to my room!" She shouted and strided toward the stairs. Mrs. Weasley hurried after her, their voices echoing down from the upper floors.
Harry and Mr. Weasley stayed in silence for a few moments.
"Well, Harry, I better be there for this—you know, smooth things over a bit," he said as he rose from the couch, though not without some reluctance. "But, err, it's not that we hate the thought of you dating one of our daughters; we just never thought we'd be having this talk with you so soon."
"I understand, Mr. Weasley, but I wanted to be honest with you."
"Thank you for that, Harry. It's better if you go to sleep now, we'll leave early tomorrow for King's Cross," Mr. Weasley said and left.
A strange mix of relief and worry washed over Harry. Perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had the right to it, and they were too young to be dating officially, but they obviously didn't know Harry and their youngest daughter were having sex regularly under their roof. If they did, Harry wagered, that talk would have gone very differently. He wondered, too, how things would progress going forward. He didn't have any intention of stopping fucking Ginny, and he would like to make it right if possible, but if her parents had forbidden them from dating… what else could he do?
There was also the matter that Rony had overheard him talk to Mr. Weasley. He had planned to break the news of the relationship himself the next day—explain it in his own words. It was too late now; he had no idea what Rony might be thinking all by herself at that moment. Or what Hermione might be thinking, since from all the commotion she was sure to have picked up something was happening in the house.
Harry had no way of answering these questions at the moment, so he followed Mrs. Weasley's advice and went to his bedroom.
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Harry held Ginny's hair as she bobbed up and down on his lap, her tongue circling around the head of his penis and her lips sliding nicely along the skin. She was much better at sucking now than she had been when they started their nightly activities, and she could take almost all of his length in her mouth. Harry loved when the tip of his cock touched the flesh walls at the back of her throat.
It was late at night, and they were in Fred and George's room, lying naked in bed. Despite what happened earlier, Ginny had arrived as usual after everyone had gone to sleep, and before Harry could ask anything, she pushed him down and yanked his pants off. She devoured his cock with a ferocity he had not seen before and sucked like her life depended on it.
That had been minutes before, and now Harry could scarcely contain himself as she continued her attack, not having slowed down for a moment. Emboldened by her aggression, he pushed her head down as far as he could until he felt her lips touch the hairs at the base of his cock.
"I'm going to cum. Swallow it." He ordered her. He heard her gargle, hands clutching at his legs, and released his seed down her throat.
When he was done, he let her go, and she immediately pulled back, gasping for air. She took a moment to regain her breath, then climbed up to his level to claim his lips. Harry felt her tongue on his and the salty flavor of his sperm while she kissed him for minutes. Afterwards, she retreated down and laid her head on his chest.
"Ginny, you're okay?" He said while running his fingers through her red locks.
"...yes," she whispered weakly.
He didn't believe her, so he pulled her chin up and stared at her face. Her eyes were downcast, and the right side of her face was red and uncharacteristically swollen.
"Ginny, what happened?"
She raised her eyes at him. "You heard us, mom and I had a fight."
"Did she hurt you?"
Ginny pulled herself away from his grasp and rose on the bed to sit at its edge. The moonlight shone on her pale skin.
"...no," she said. "Sis came to talk to me. We... had a fight too, and I might have said some things she didn't like to hear."
Dread gripped Harry's heart. If he couldn't bear to see Ginny hurt, the very thought of Rony hurting tightened his chest.
"W-what did you say?"
"It doesn't matter."
"I'm… sorry, Ginny, I shouldn't have said anything to Mr. Weasley," he said truthfully. Thinking back on that, he should have spoken to the girl first instead of putting her in the spotlight.
"It doesn't matter," she repeated, and, looking back at him, she opened a smile. "No matter what they say, I'm your girlfriend now." She reached out behind her and grasped his soft penis. Slowly, she started to pump. "They don't have to know we're together."
Harry felt himself harden in her hand.
"But what about the others?" he asked.
"We don't need to tell them," Ginny said. "They'll just spoil the fun. They're all spoilsports, all of them."
"And if they find out?"
Ginny furrowed her brow. "Harry, do you want to stop fucking?"
"Of course not." He spoke quickly.
"Then shut up, no one's gonna catch us," she said, letting go of his now hard penis and rising to her feet. "Let's go, we still need to wake up early tomorrow, and I want to sleep next to Sis with your cum inside me."
Harry was going to protest that, maybe say they had enough for the night, but then Ginny bent over next to the window. When she grasped at her freckled buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal her clutching and opening pink asshole, all other thoughts left Harry's mind, and he hurried to bury himself in her backside.
Neither noticed the door slightly open behind them.
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Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of rain splattering against the window, and the cold air sent shivers up his body. As he dressed himself up in his jeans and sweatshirt, he heard the bedroom's door open and close.
He found Rony leaning against the door, arms behind her back, wearing an indecipherable expression.
"Morning, Rony," he said.
She studied him for a moment before speaking. "Why did you ask Dad to date Ginny?"
Harry held back a grimace. He should have expected he'd have to talk to Rony sooner rather than later; his friend was never one to avoid confrontation.
"It's, err, kind of complicated-"
"How is it complicated? Are you in love with her?"
"No—I mean, I don't-" Harry tried to say.
"No? Then why do you want to go out with her? You're not making sense."
"If you'd let me explain!" He said in exasperation. "It's because something happened back then—in the World Cup—we were alone at that time, and with everything going on around us, we sort of ended up kissing, and-"
"...you kissed her at the World Cup?"
"We thought we were going to die! After that, I don't know, it didn't seem right to..."
"So you thought you had to date Ginny because of a kiss."
"...I guess…" Harry said. It was surprising how easily the lies came.
Ronny seemed to relax then. Her shoulders slouched, and the tension seemed to leave her muscles.
"You are so stupid," Ronny said, shaking her head. "You have to tell Ginny how you really feel. And dad and mom too."
"I spoke to Mr. Weasley yesterday. I'll tell Ginny later," Harry said. "But what's with you? Why are you acting like this?"
A bit of color found its way to Ronny's cheeks. "She's my sister, I don't want her to get hurt. You shouldn't give her false hope like that."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"Okay, fine. We should get down to breakfast; we're late already, you slept too much."
Relief washed over him as he followed her down the set of stairs in the Burrow. When they arrived in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley was frying bacon, and Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet with a cup of coffee in her hand. Ginny was nowhere to be seen.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione." Harry said, pulling a chair for himself.
"Good morning, Harry," Hermione replied.
"Good morning, Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. "Please, serve yourself to some toast while I finish your bacon."
"I want bacon too, mom," Rony said, throwing some toast onto Harry's plate and using the opportunity to grab one for herself.
"No, Rony, you already ate. Remember what I said? You shouldn't eat too much this year."
Rony's cheeks flared red.
"Why not?" Harry asked conversationally, not particularly paying attention. Rony turned to him and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I had to lend Rony my old dress robes—you remember the Hogwarts Letter asked for formal robes this year—and they might be getting a bit tight for her. Here you go, dear. "
Mrs. Weasley laid down four slices of bacon for him. Harry thanked her with a mouthful of bread.
"Mom! It's only tight at the chest! At the chest!"
Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "I wouldn't get comfortable if I were you."
"What are you implying?"
Mrs. Weasley didn't reply, instead cutting a slice of cake and setting it aside for Harry.
"Where's Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked, noticing the absence of the man.
"Dad had to leave for the Ministry—some trouble with Mad-Eye Moody."
"He wishes you a good term, Harry, dear."
"Who's Mad-Eye Moody?" Harry asked.
Rony gave him an explanation about Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, a former dark-wizard hunter who had gone bananas in his old age and had some episodes from time to time, causing the Ministry a lot of trouble. Apparently, the man had caught—or thought he had—someone trying to break into his home and proceeded to cause a lot of chaos during the night. Sometime during her explanation, Ginny walked into the kitchen. The younger girl offered a general 'Morning' to the room and a cold glance at her sister before sitting down.
"Anyway, Percy went with dad, in case 'Mr. Crouch needed him'" Rony finished. "Guess it's just us at the station this year."
"Oh no…" Hermione said from behind her Prophet, drawing attention from the other three in the kitchen; Mrs. Weasley had left to get their luggage ready for the trip.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry said.
"Professor Trelawney, it says here she died last night."
"What?!" Harry and Rony gasped.
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"She was found dead in her home after neighbors heard an explosion inside," Hermionse said, squinting her eyes at the paper. "Hitwizards concluded the most likely cause was a crystal-ball gone rogue."
"That's crazy," said Harry. He couldn't imagine the thin, wide-eyed woman dead.
"Relatives say she had predicted her own death by way of an accident a few days ago."
"I can't believe it…" Harry said.
"How're we gonna learn Divination now?" Rony said.
"Rony!" Hermione snapped. "Could you be a little more considerate?"
"What? You didn't even like her!"
"That does not mean I wished to see her dead, Rony," Hermione said. "Regardless, Dumbledore will have to find someone else, I'm sure, maybe even Fireze…"
All the girls at the table blushed.
Ginny cleared her throat loudly, then said, "I liked her; if only it had been Snape instead," Hermioned chided her also, but without much bite—no doubt, inside, everybody wished for the same thing.
It was still raining heavily when, after an uncomfortable muggle taxi trip, the five of them arrived at Platform ¾. The gleaming red engine of the Hogwarts Express was already working at full steam, and the billowing smoke together with the rain mist cast a gloomy air over the parents and children standing about. They met with the Twins and Lee Jordan briefly before Harry, Rony, Hermione, and Ginny set off to find their seats and stow their luggage. Somewhere along the way, one of Ginny's friends found her and took her away, and then it was only the three of them. Eventually, they found a free compartment and settled inside.
"Have a good term, kids!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed from the platform later as the train whistled and sped up along the tracks. "And, girls, remember to take pictures!"
"I would if I knew for what!" Rony shouted back out of the window before coming back inside. Soon, the platform was out of sight.
"So what do you think's gonna happen at Hogwarts?" Harry asked them. The rain fell furiously against the compartment window, and the sky was dark enough with heavy clouds that they couldn't see much outside.
"Something boring for sure," Rony said, crossing her arms and slouching against the leather seat. Harry looked away from her bust. "To have us bring those stupid old dresses."
"Has to be some kind of party," Harry said.
"Hmn, the twins almost got it out of Bagman but Dad didn't let him say. Why didn't you ask Mom, Hermione? She'd have told you."
"She must have a good reason for not telling us, Rony."
"That… is such a Hermione thing to say."
Hermione glared at her.
The rain became heavier and heavier as the train moved farther north. The sky was so dark and the windows so steamy that the lanterns were lit by midday. Harry had been anticipating the passage of the lunch trolley—he had a mind to purchase a good amount of Cauldron Cakes—but before the old lady could pass with the cart, the door to their compartment slid open, and Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown appeared in the doorway looking desperate and stricken with worry.
"Rony, Hermione, emergency meeting now!" Parvati said. "Oh, hi, Harry."
The girls shared a look. "What's this about?" Rony asked.
"No time to explain, just come!" Lavender said.
Rony and Hermione rose, moving to go with them. "I suppose we'll see you later, Harry," Hermione said.
With them gone, Harry did not purchase as many sweets as he wanted and had to content himself with a few boxes of Chocolate Frogs and Magical Beans. He was left alone in the compartment for most of the remaining afternoon, save for a few visits from Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, and, most unexpectedly, Angelina Johnson. The dark-skinned girl showed up just as Harry was starting to enjoy the sound of rain outside and thinking of taking a nap.
"Hello, Harry, how are you?"
"Hi, Angelina," Harry said, straightening himself on the seat. "I'm good, you?"
"I'm alright. Mind if I come in?"
"No," he said, gesturing to the empty seats in front of him. Angelina sat down, closing the compartment door behind her.
"I'll just come out and ask," Angelina said. "Did you receive the captain's badge for the team?"
"Badge?"
"I guess that's a no. You know Olliver graduated last year, and McGonagall needs to choose a new captain."
"You didn't get it?" Harry said. Previously, he had no doubts he'd be playing on a team captained by the older girl that year.
"I didn't." The girl sighed and then threw up her arms. "But if I, Katie, Alicia, and now you didn't get it, then who did?"
"That's weird. Does the captain need to be from the team?"
"It'd make sense to, doesn't it? I mean, they'd need the experience."
Harry scratched his nose. Could that be related to what would happen in Hogwarts that year, whatever that may be? Why would there be no captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Only if there were no teams at all.
"They wouldn't cancel Quidditch, would they?"
"What? Why'd they do that? I never heard of Quidditch being canceled before."
"I hope that's not it."
"Yeah, me too."
With that, Harry thought Angelina might leave, but the girl didn't move from her seat. She stared outside the window, seeming lost in thought, and played with a button on her sweatshirt, and Harry saw the start of a cleavage that promised full, heavy breasts. Angelina was older than Harry and about a foot taller; save for a few exceptions, her body was more developed than the girls in his year, and Harry could not stop himself from admiring her ample bosom and strong legs.
"I'm thinking of becoming a professional player after I graduate. Do you think I could do it?"
"Obviously. You're one of the best players I've seen," Harry said, purposefully excluding the Quidditch World Cup final.
Angelina beamed at him. "Why, thank you, Harry, but I need to practice a lot more if I plan to follow through on that dream."
"Then what will you do if they really cancel Quidditch?"
"Guess I'll need to find a way to keep practicing. But I really hope they don't… alright I need to get back to the girls now, they're all going crazy over those dresses. See you later, Harry?"
"See you, Angelina," he said as she walked out of the compartment.
Harry had already changed into his school robes when Rony and Hermione returned, looking annoyed and apprehensive, and he left the compartment for a few minutes so they could change. The Hogwarts Express began to slow down, and together, all three of them got their trunks ready for the trip to the castle.
The Welcoming Feast was as good as he remembered, full of delicious food and merriment. It was also the first time he watched a sorting that had not been his own and listened again to the Sorting Hat's welcoming song. Hermione found out that house-elves worked at Hogwarts and promptly refused to eat her food, to the mockery of her house-mates. They found out their new Professor Against Dark Arts was none other than Mad-Eye Moody, the nutty retired Auror Mr. Weasley had gone to help that morning.
Professor Dumbledore addressed the very recent passing of their Divination Professor and gave a relatively short eulogy about her life and contributions to the school. The position of Divination Professor would remain vacant while they searched for an appropriate replacement, and students taking the course would be notified when lessons resumed.
The great secret so wildly hinted at by all the adults was finally revealed near the end of the feast. Dumbledore announced the legendary Triwizard Tournament would be taking place in Hogwarts that year. It would be a competition among the three major schools of magic in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, and the winner would be rewarded with the prize of a thousand galleons. Unfortunately, the tournament also happened to be the reason why Angelina or anyone else had not received the Captain's Badge that year: Quidditch had indeed been canceled in favor of the prestigious event. Harry and Angeline shared a look while many students among the houses protested, and they all were sent to dorms with fantasies of glory and riches.
The bad weather continued throughout the days that followed, and the classes outside became a total nightmare. Herboly was a mess of mud and irritable plants, and in Care of Magical Creatures, they were barely able to hear Hagrid's voice. Even the indoor classes didn't go so well, as the gloom seemed to extend to the professors, who pushed them harder than they ever had in previous starting weeks. Defense Against the Dark Arts with Moody ended up being the only class they enjoyed.
Harry felt the effects of his Geass on the castle's female population quicker than he had expected. Almost at once, he noticed all his female classmates were friendlier with him, and the female professors were kinder in general. In the common room, most girls found topics to discuss with him, and the younger ones seemed to need a lot of help with homework, to the point that Rony and even Ginny began to chase them off with rude remarks.
And speaking of Ginny, it turned out that finding an opportunity to spend private time with her was sort of a challenge.
One afternoon, during the canceled Divination hours, Ginny pushed Harry inside an empty classroom on the fourth floor, tongue inside his mouth, hands busy at his belt. Once inside, she pressed him against the wall, closing the door with a kick.
"Wait, Ginny—" Harry gasped as Ginny broke the kiss and moved her lips along his neck, licking and biting, "I—I need to check the map."
Harry had the Marauder's Map out and had been checking it for a deserted place for their encounter, but the girl was making it difficult to concentrate as she rubbed herself against him.
"I can't wait, I need your cock," she said. Ginny went to her knees and, having finished undoing his trousers, yanked them down to the floor. She grasped his hard cock and gave it a few tugs before bringing her nose close to the head. She inhaled deeply. "...I love this smell," she said dreamily, looking up at him. She took it in her mouth in one go, allowing the end of its length to touch the back of her throat.
Harry grunted and tried to keep an eye on the Map as the young girl sucked him off as if her magic depended on it. Ginny knew it turned him on so she made gargling sounds every time she took him to the base, and hands were on his buttocks; she pushed his hips back to meet her face.
Suddenly, she spit out his cocks and rose to her feet. In a show of deftness, she unclasped her school skirt and let it fall to the floor. Without it, she stood naked from the waist down, save for her socks and Mary Janes. A transparent liquid ran down her thighs.
"Where are your panties?" Harry asked, his mouth watering at the sight of the pink slit between her legs.
Ginny turned and bent over, lining her entry with his cock. "I don't wear them anymore - in case you find - aaahh - meee, I'd knew we - need - to be - fast -" she said as she pressed herself back onto him, making his penis sink into her drenched and warm hole. She bounced back and forth, butt slapping against his pelvis.
"You're such a slut," Harry groaned.
"I know. I'm sorryyy - aaahh - I just - can't - stop thinking - about sex - aaaah."
Harry was about to clutch her hips and drive hard into her when he heard footsteps coming from the corridors outside, followed by loud voices.
"Come on, I think this one is empty, we can practice here."
Harry's eyes shifted to Map in a hurry and he saw two pairs of feet making their way to the classroom they were currently in. He and Ginny separated as if shoved apart by a spell, both rushing to pick up their clothes from the floor.
"Quick, Ginny, under the Cloak," Harry said. He threw the Invisibility Cloak over them just as two Raveclaws entered the room. The students didn't seem to notice anything wrong and proceeded to arrange the chairs in the center of the room for their spellcasting.
Slowly and as quietly as possible, Ginny and Harry dressed themselves and walked out of the room, thanking Merlin the hinges didn't creak as the door opened. When he finally deemed it safe to remove the cloak, Ginny's expression was one of fury; she stormed away without saying another word, leaving him in the corridor, likely just as frustrated.
Days later, they tried again at night, escaping the common room under the Invisibility Cloak, but then ghosts roamed the castle freely, passing through walls as if they were not there, and Peaves actively looked for students breaking curfew. Harry was beginning to feel like those weeks in the Burrow before he had first taken Ginny—upset and horny.
One afternoon during the third week of classes, Harry found himself alone in the common room, reviewing his Fourth Year Defense book. The rain still raged outside, and the dark clouds obscured any trace of the sun. Rony had left earlier, together with Pavarti and Lavender, and they all hadn't seen Hermione since the morning. The common room was crowded, but it was a rare moment when Harry could be seen alone, sitting on the couch near the fireplace.
It was not to last, for soon he felt someone else seat themselves next to him.
"Hey, Harry, watcha doing?"
"Hey, Angelina. Just reading ahead on some stuff from Defense."
"Moody is getting to you too, huh? He has us dueling each other in classes now—which is honestly a bit of fun, but some guys don't take losing too well."
"No, we aren't dueling—at least not yet," Harry said, hurrying to make it clear he hadn't been losing to anyone. "He's teaching the Unforgivables and, you know, I don't wanna get surprised."
"I heard about that. Not sure why people's parents haven't sent letters to put him in Azkaban."
"He says Dumbledore vouches for him."
Angelina made an angry noise. "Not sure I'm trusting Dumbledore's judgment right now, Harry. I still don't see the point of canceling our Quidditch season for the Triwizard Tournament—I mean, it's special and all, but only three people will get to compete, what about all the rest of us? What are we supposed to be doing?!"
Harry shrugged. "I'd rather play Quidditch."
"This is what I'm saying," Angelina said, throwing her arms up. "You know what, Harry, we don't need their permission—we shouldn't wait until next year to practice. How about we go down to the pitch?"
Harry glanced at the windows. The rain didn't seem to be relenting at all.
"Right now?"
Angelina's eyes followed his own. "What? Are you afraid of a little water? I'd invite the others, but Fred and George are holed up in the boy's dorms doing Merlin knows what, Alicia's with her boyfriend, and I don't know where Katie is."
Katie Bell was the third chaser in their Quidditch team, along with Angelina and Alicia. Now that Angelina mentioned it, Harry had seen little of the blonde girl that year so far. Katie was the sort of person who was completely different outside the pitch. Inside, she was an assertive and daring player, but outside, she was a shy girl of few friends and fewer words.
"Come on," Angelina said, rising to her feet.
"Okay," Harry said.
He followed Angelina down the grand staircase and outside of Hogwarts. They walked down the muddier than ever path to the Quidditch pitch, the rain hitting them hard on their faces and drenching their robes down to their underclothes. The wind raged strongly inside the pitch, making the three goal rims on either side of the field tremble widely.
"It's actually a nice trick to practice in the rain!" Angeline shouted over the storm. "It trains your balance and control of the broom! Also makes your aim better!"
"Does it?!" Harry shouted back.
"What?!"
"I said that makes sense!"
"Come'on, let's put on the uniforms!"
They got what they needed from the Gryffindor locker-room and took to the air. It was a good thing Hermione taught him the spell to keep his glasses from getting blurry; he doubted he could keep up with Angelina's throws otherwise. They flew under the rain, sending the bludgeons toward each other, punching and kicking them back, ducking and trying to avoid them. It was two hours later when Harry glided down to the ground, completely exhausted. He dismounted his Firebolt and fell to his knees in the mud.
He heard Angelina land next to him. "Tired already, Harry?"
"Clothes… heavy…"
"You're not used to it, huh? We've been lucky; we didn't get many matches under the rain in the past year." She offered him a hand and helped Harry to his feet. "We gotta work on your stamina."
Harry would like to show her where he had good stamina, but he didn't say anything as they walked back to the locker room. He removed the protective gear as soon as he was inside and walked to the boys' side to change back into his school robes. He had taken off his shirt when he heard Angeline speak behind him.
"So what do you think?"
Harry turned to see the girl leaning against one of the lockers, clothes already gone, and dressed only in the sports underwear issued by the school to wear under the Quidditch uniform. It wasn't the first time Harry had seen her dressed like that, with all the matches they'd played together, but horny as he was, he couldn't stop himself from staring at the way her breasts pushed against the elastic fabric of the bra or the way the red and black spats hugged her groin. It was so tight that a clear slit formed in the fabric between her legs.
"You look good."
"Thanks, but I'm talking about the practice." Angeline said, smiling mischievously. "If I thought during the summer if I had become captain this year, I'd add practice sessions under the rain. The Holyhead Harpies have that in their regime."
Harry felt his cheeks heat up a bit, but he was too tired to really get embarrassed.
"I liked it. It's more tiring than regular practice, and it's challenging to maneuver the broom, but I think it should improve our balance, like you said."
"Yeah, I liked it too. You know, I wrote down a whole regime for us, we could try to stick to it as if we were still having matches. I could talk to the guys from last year's team, think they'd agree?"
"Can't think of why they wouldn't. You can count me in at the very least."
"Thanks," Angelina said. Her eyes roamed his torso. "...aren't you going to change?"
Harry was taken aback. Did she want him to change in front of her? Well, if that was the case, Harry wouldn't be the one to stop her from getting an eyeful. Holding her gaze, he undid the knot on his breeches and pushed them down. Her eyes fell to his groin and the erection he'd been sporting since he saw her in the tight undergarments. Drenched as his boxers were, he'd wager she could see very well the outline of his cock.
"You look good too," she said, unconsciously licking her lower lip.
"What about you? Not gonna change?"
"I'm going to take a shower before I go back. I prefer the hot water here…" she said, and with that, she picked up a towel from one of the benches and walked away in the direction of the showers, firm buttocks swaying. She said over her shoulder: "You can go ahead if you want…"
She was teasing him. Obviously, the Geass was fast at work on her too. What would happen if he followed her into the shower? Harry wanted to fuck so badly, but what if she wasn't ready? What if she was into their weird way of flirting? Fred had said before that Angelina liked to tease him and his brother. Women were weird with their signals, and he couldn't be sure she actually wanted to have sex with him yet. It could turn bad if she didn't. Hot and bothered, he put on his school robes and made his way back to the castle alone.
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He found his way back to the third-year boys' dormitory and laid down on his bed. The impulse to take out his cock and jerk off was strong, and he was almost succumbing to it when the door suddenly burst open and Hermione walked in holding a huge box.
"Oh, thank Merlin, there you are, Harry," she said, walking up to his bed. "Are you doing anything right now? Are you busy?"
Harry stared at the box, taking a guess at the contents. S.P.E.W. badges, no doubt. The girl had become obsessed with freeing all the house elves after she found out Hogwarts "employed" them at the castle.
"...a bit, yes. I'm going to take a nap," he said.
"Not right now; I need your help."
"Hermione, come on..." Harry grunted.
"Oh, stop it—" She threw the box onto his bed. Like Harry predicted, it was full of little badges, stickers, and flyers "— I've reformulated our strategy. We're not going to charge people anymore to join S.P.E.W., we're going to raise awareness of the issue first and distribute aesthetically pleasing merchandise so it comes back to people's minds when they look at it."
Harry took out a badge from the box and held it before his eyes. It shone purple with an animated lighting bolt crossing the space behind the letters S.P.E.W. Harry wasn't sure what the design had to do with freeing house elves, but it did look better than the old gray on yellow design.
"And then you think people will join?"
"That's the idea. People aren't heartless, they just don't think about it, so we have to make them. After they join, we'll take donations and sell other merch to fund our campaign."
"...okay. How are you going to do it?"
"We'll give them out in the corridors. Actually, in front of the Great Hall might be better—come on, you'll help me."
Harry made a face. "Now?"
"Yes, Harry, now. People are beginning to go down for dinner, we'll have a much broader audience. Put on a badge and pick up the box. Let's go."
Harry groaned, but he knew there was no use in arguing when Hermione put on her bossy hat. Grudgingly, he grabbed the box and followed her downstairs and out of the common room. Deciding he at least deserved a treat, he stayed a few steps behind, occasionally checking out her swaying hips.
They stopped next to the doors leading to the Great Hall. Harry held the box, deciding that setting it down on the floor would make them look bad.
"What are we going to tell them?" Harry asked.
"The truth, of course," Hermione said with conviction, "It'll be a summary, but the flyers have more information. Sush, there come the first ones."
A pair of Hufflepuff boys were walking in their, or rather, the Great Hall's, direction. When they were close enough, Hermione stepped in front of them.
"Hi, good evening, have you heard of S.P.E.W?"
""Hmm... no," one of the boys said.
Hermione smiled. "It stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. You know how house elves have been working for centuries for free and in terrible conditions. We as a society have progressed too much to allow something like this to continue, so we're starting a campaign to eventually secure house elves rights. If you'd like to know more, you can—"
"Look, we're really hungry," said the other boy, cutting Hermione off mid-speech and pulling his friend by the arm. They side-stepped the girl and, in a moment, went through the door.
Hermione looked struck before coming back to stand next to Harry.
"Next ones will be different," she said.
"Yeah."
The next ones turned out to be Parvati and Lavender, who were both nice and polite enough to listen to Hermione without interrupting her.
"House elves, huh?" said Parvati as Hermione handed her the S.P.E.W. merchandise. "I saw a lot of them. You, Lavender?"
"No… they usually belong to rich families."
"There can't be too many of them, right?" Parvati said. "What do you think, Harry?"
Their eyes turned to him.
"I think… Hermione has a point, they deserve to be free even if there aren't too many of them."
"Guess you're right. So, you've traded Quidditch for a social rights club this year?"
"I'd play Quidditch if I could…" he said, then he saw the look on Hermione's face and added, "but I'd still be in S.P.E.W. too."
"If Harry's in, it can't be bad…" Lavender said, picking up a badge and pinning it to her robes. She gave Harry a smile from behind her golden locks.
"Let us know when you want to meet," Parvati said and the two left for dinner.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry after they were gone, to which he responded with a shrug.
The next two hours passed pretty much the same way. Most people ignored or left Hermione without agreeing to join S.P.E.W. or even accepting the badges and flyers. Usually the girls were patient enough to listen, but seemed more interested in Harry than house-elves. The box was still quite full when they returned to the common room, going back to the boys dormitory almost on auto-pilot.
"I just don't get it, how can you learn what's happening to those poor elves and not feel any kind of compassion or sympathy?" Hermione was saying.
"Maybe they were just hungry?" Harry said, setting the box down on the floor. "It was a bad spot, Hermione, sorry."
"Yes. I need to think of a better one next time. A place where people won't be in a hurry. Outside History class, maybe?"
"Could work, but hey, it's not like we didn't give out a single one," Harry said, sitting down on his bed. He grabbed his shoulders, stiff after hours of holding the heavy boxes.
"I noticed they were more interested in talking to you than anything."
"Not really, they were just being polite."
Hermione crossed her arms and stared at him from a few feet away.
"Thank you, Harry," she said after a moment. "I know I can count on you."
Harry smiled. "It's no problem."
"Do you want me to… give you a massage?" She said, voice almost too low to hear. "As a thank you for helping me. Your shoulders must be sore."
Harry's breath caught in his chest. A massage from Hermione? Yes please, but… she was his friend, she had never offered something like that before. Did that mean…?
"No?" She spoke again when he remained silent.
"Yes! Yes, of course, sorry, I'm just a bit tired. You're right, my shoulders are kind of killing me right now. Thanks, Hermione."
"You're welcome…" she said with a bit of relief. She removed her shoes and climbed on the bed, positioning herself behind him. "Take off your robes."
Harry unclasped the knot tying the rems of his robe and let it fall, staying only in his shirt and tie. Her hands touched him a second later, grasping the shoulders where his own hands had previously been. They were small and soft and delicate, girl's hands through and through. He let out an involuntary groan, and she began adding pressure and groping the muscles.
"Good?" She asked. Voice softer than he ever remembered her speaking with.
"Yes…"
"Why didn't you use a levitation charm anyway?"
"I don't know. I guess it looked more personal that way."
"It did, thank you."
They stayed in silence as Hermione massaged him. Harry moaned with relief when her hands reached the muscles at the base of his neck, and the girl giggled at his reaction. She was no professional, but the feeling of her fingers kneading the flesh was extremely pleasurable, and in minutes, he had grown hard inside his pants. He wished he could ask her to remove his shirt and feel her touch directly, but that would be extremely inappropriate, not to say unfair to Ginny, his girlfriend.
"So, did you and Rony have a fight?" Hermione asked.
"...what?"
"You two seem… distant."
"Really?"
"Yes. Last year, she didn't spend much time with the girls, she was always with you."
Harry looked down at his lap. Now that she mentioned it, it did seem like they have been apart more than ever. He wondered if his talk with Mr. Weasley still hung between them.
"Do you… know what happened at the Burrow?"
"...about you and Ginny?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes, it was hard not to hear it. Ginny had a big fight with her sister."
"Rony… I think she was worried something might happen to Ginny. That I could hurt her or something like that."
Hermione hummed, seeming to think.
"I don't think you could ever hurt someone on purpose, Harry."
"Thanks, but what if it happens anyway?"
"Those things happen, I suppose; it wouldn't be your fault. And from what I saw, Ginny wanted it too."
"I'm not so—wait, do you mean from what you saw?"
Her hands stopped moving and fell from his body. Harry turned around to look at his friend. She looked surprised, as if she hadn't meant to say that.
"Hermione, what did you mean? What did you see?" Harry asked again.
"I—I…" she began, looking as if searching her brain for something to say, then let out a breath. "I… I saw you two, Harry."
"S-Saw?"
"Yes, together," she said, face growing redder by the second, "you know, doing it."
"Y-you saw? When? Where? Did you tell anyone?"
"Please, calm down, Harry. No, I didn't tell," Hermione said. "I saw you two at night a few times. You wouldn't know, I suppose, but I don't sleep very well away from home. I woke up one night and Ginny was gone, so I went out to see if she had gone to the bathroom. It must have been a coincidence that you let your door open that night, I think. I saw you two together."
She saw them. But how? They always closed the door with a spell. Always, every time… right? Did they do it every time? He couldn't remember now.
"It's not any of my business, so I didn't say anything, but I guess nobody else knows, right?"
Harry was breathing easier then. "No, no, they don't. I don't think Mr and Mrs Weasley would like that a lot. Thanks, Hermione."
"You're welcome. You… didn't really break up with her, did you?"
"We're seeing each other in secret."
She nodded.
"Can I ask you something?" Hermione said.
"Sure."
"Why Ginny?"
"What do you mean?"
Hermione suddenly went red again. "I-I mean, how did it start between you? She could barely look at you last year."
There was no way Harry could mention the Geass to his friend. He could already see the way the conversation would go, and it wasn't pretty. From being irresponsible about accepting such a power, it could very quickly lead to accusations of exploiting it. Harry didn't feel like dealing with that.
"I walked in on her bathing one time—it was an accident, I swear—and then it sort of became like an inside joke between us," he made up the lie on the spot, "then one time it sort of happened, I don't know."
"Oh," Hermione said, looking down at the sheets. "I've read that wizards and witches are supposed to be a little more open about these things. But… how do you really feel about her?"
"I don't know."
"That's harsh. I don't think she'd say 'I don't know,' if I asked her."
Harry sighed. "You're right, but... I don't have any reason to break up with her. I like her well enough."
"You like having sex with her, you mean?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," Harry said.
"Hmmm... what is it like?"
"Sex? It's great, must be the best feeling in the world," he said, grining at her.
"It certainly looked like it, the way you two were going." Hermione looked away for a moment, looking lost in thought. Harry waited until she turned to him again. "If you want my opinion, I think Rony might be right after all, Harry. You're leading Ginny on, and that will only end up with the two of you getting hurt. Like you said, even if you don't want it."
"So you think I should break up with her too?"
"Yes, but... again, like you said, you don't have a reason to do that, do you? It's not like she doesn't want it. What you could do is..." she said, and the redness returned to her face. "Find someone you like more—that you'd like to h-have sex with more than you do with her."
"What… what do you mean?" Harry said. His heart was beginning to beat faster.
"Y-You'd have to experiment, I suppose," she said, face beet-red now. Proving she wasn't sorted into Gryffindor for nothing, Hermione laid a hand on his. "You wouldn't need to look very far."
Harry's throat went dry, but the pressure in his pants increased.
"W-What about Ginny?" He said.
"...I won't tell if you won't."
Slowly, as if afraid he might push her away, Hermione leaned forward until her lips found his. Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. It was tender and soft, and it lasted only a second before his friend pulled away.
She looked at him expectantly, and it took only another moment before Harry jumped on her and pulled her into another kiss. He grasped the back of her neck and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. She let him in without any protest, her own tongue darting forward to meet his. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her. With the sudden movement, Harry lost his balance, and both fell to the bed.
Her hands found their way into his hair, fingers caressing his scalp. She opened her legs and allowed his body to slide between them as his weight settled atop her. Harry pushed his groin against hers, to which she actually moaned in his mouth, and slid his own hands under her skirt, grasping her plumb thighs, fingers sinking into the soft muscles.
It was happening so quickly. It felt surreal to be touching Hermione like this, the girl he had considered something like a big sister since the first year. Sure, he had fantasized about her more than a few times and even leered at her backside when she wasn't looking, but to be actually there, grinding his cock against her pussy while she moaned...
A sudden noise outside the dorm startled them, and Harry and Hermione broke, heads turning to the door. They watched it with wide eyes, but when nothing else happened, they turned to each other and burst into laughter.
"We should stop…" Harry said breathlessly. "Someone can come in at any moment."
"Yes, Harry, we should," Hermione said. Her hands left his head and traveled down to his buttocks. She pushed him down on her. Harry groaned. "But I don't want to stop."
"Let's go somewhere else," He suggested.
"Where?"
Harry thought hard, running quickly through the places they could go, but it was no use. After all, it was the same problem he had with Ginny; there was no place in Hogwarts private enough, and they couldn't be holding the Map the whole time to watch for people approaching. Harry bit his lip; he hadn't foreseen that problem at all before coming back, and now the frustration was building up so quickly because of it.
"Sorry, Hermione, I—I don't know."
"Then, I… might know a place…" Hermione said.
"Really?"
She looked like she was debating with herself about telling him for a second, but eventually the heat in her lower parts must have won, for she let go of his butt and patted him on the chest for him to get up.
"Where?" Harry said, getting up.
"I'll show you," she replied, sitting up and going for her shoes.
"Hey, I just remembered," Harry said, feeling sheepish. "I was playing Quidditch earlier, and I didn't take a shower yet. I'll take one real quick, then we'll go."
"Sure, if you want to. I don't mind if you don't."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Let's go then."
"Alright."
They straightened their clothes, and Harry pushed his cock up to hide his erection, then they left the dormitory and walked down the stairs.
The common room was crowded, and they quickened their pace to avoid being pulled into a conversation. Harry thought he heard Seamus calling out to him, but he ignored it. Through the portrait hole and up the staircases they want, Harry felt strange walking through Hogwarts with Hermione looking for a place to have sex. At least he hoped they'd have sex. That was what she meant, right? Not only teasing this time? He couldn't take someone else just leaving him with a raging erection.
Eventually, Hermione stopped in front of a door in an unassuming corridor somewhere on the sixth-floor. She produced a key from inside her robes and opened it for them. Inside was a rather small but cozy-looking room decorated with a small round table surrounded by a couple of padded chairs. From the walls sprouted shelves filled with books, and there were piles of them all around the room. An unlit fireplace could be found at the back of the room, right next to an armchair. Its flames came alive as they walked in.
Hermione locked the door behind them when they came in.
"This is supposed to be a study room for Head Prefects, but after they received their own dormitories a few centuries ago, they never really use it," she explained as she moved to the table. She picked up the scattered parchment, starting to arrange it into a neat pile.
"How did you get the key?"
"McGonnagal gave it to me last year, so I could hide a bit when there were two of me out of class," she said, still not looking back at him. "But it's good when I really want to concentrate. It's quiet. No portraits either. Ghosts don't come here."
"I suppose…" Harry said, and he noticed that rather than arranging the things on the table, Hermione was really fidgeting with them. Was she feeling nervous now after being so forward before?
Harry walked up to her and grabbed her waist, feeling the girl stiff at once. He stepped in, pushing his body against hers and encircling her torso with his arms. Hermione sighed with arousal and pushed back onto his cock, and Harry almost came. Feeling her ass like that was a dream come true, something he had only imagined in his jerk off sessions alone in the bathroom.
He brushed aside her hair and kissed the skin of her neck, then the tender space right behind her ear, before whispering:
"I don't think we'll be doing a lot of studying." And to punctuate, he raised a hand and grabbed one of her breasts through the shirt, feeling the hard fabric of the bra underneath.
"No…"
He swirled her in his arms and kissed her mouth, losing no time before shoving his tongue in. She grasped his hands and, surprising Harry, placed them on her buttocks before hugging him over the shoulder. Harry went over the moon. He squeezed the massive amount of flesh as hard as he could without actually trying to hurt her, then squeezed and squeezed again, running his palm and fingers up and down, right and left. He even felt something that seemed like the fabric of her underwear. Merlin, it's minuscule.
A minute or so of fun, then Hermione broke the kiss.
"You really like it, huh?" She said. A strand of spit connected their mouths.
"This?" He groped her ass again. "I love it."
She chuckled. "I figured; you can hardly stop looking at it."
"You noticed?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're not subtle, Harry. You think you are, but you really are not. By the way, you could afford to stare less at Rony's boobs too."
Harry grimaced.
"Sorry, I didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable."
"It's okay," Hermione said, a little smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "I like when you stare."
"Oh, you do?" He said with a small grin. He let go of one side of her butt then slapped it with a moderate amount of force. Hermione did a small jump.
"Harry!" She complained. He laughed and did it again, and she punched him at the chest with faked indignation, saying, "Stop it!"
"Okay, okay," he said between laughs, "That was for teasing me all this time."
"I didn't say I was teasing you. It's still your fault for looking."
"If you say so…" Harry said, moving in for another French kiss, then leaving her lips after a short moment to brush his own against her neck. "What do I have to do to get a closer look?"
"You are doing… very well so far…"
Harry stepped back and grabbed Hermione's hand. She gave him a puzzled look as he led her in the direction of the fireplace. He sat down in the armchair, pulled her onto his lap, and resumed kissing her. Hermione seemed to like it more than his previous lovers, with how she massaged her lips against his, savoring the act.
He reached under her skirt to touch her thighs again. They kissed and groped each other for a while, but in time, even Hermione seemed to get bored of it. Harry felt fingers slowly crawling down his lower belly, crossing over the metal of the buckle, then finally gripping the hardness in his pants. Harry leaned back and closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure.
"Take it out…" Harry said. He thought she might refuse, but Hermione seemed far less shy during her first time than Ginny had been. Maybe she was trying to prove she was more mature than the other girl, being two years older? Harry couldn't tell, but he was thankful for it when he felt her undoing his belt and lowering the zipper on his pants.
His cock was out in the open in a second, and in another, it had been engulfed by the delicate, warm flesh of her hands. He opened his eyes to see Hermione staring at it with an almost analytical gaze.
"Is it like the ones in the books?" He teased her.
"Similar," she said. With surprising gentleness, Hermione pulled the skin covering the head of his cock. She traced the crown and rubbed the sticky, clear liquid coming out. She probably knew the name of each part from biology books, Harry reasoned.
She continued to play with it, weighing it in her small hands. Meanwhile, Harry's own hands were treading the path of her inner thighs, inching closer to the spot between her legs. He wasn't feeling very patient at the moment, so he hurried along and cupped her pussy. A breath caught in her throat, but she did nothing to remove his hand.
She felt… different down there. The underwear she chose to wear was rough, and the spot felt cushier somehow. He couldn't easily find her slit. Feeling curious, he said:
"Do you want to take these off?"
She looked at him briefly before rising from his lap. If Harry didn't know her as well as he did, he might have missed the flicker of uncertainty, but it was there, and she pushed it down quickly. She was very brave, or she really wanted what they were going to do.
Standing between his legs, she hurried to undo the side-buttons of her skirt, then let it fall. She wore a kind of frilly, v-shaped panties that accentuated the shape of her wide hips, but she didn't give him enough time to appreciate it because next she grasped the strings and pushed them down. Harry understood then why she felt so different: at her crotch was a mane of bushy pubic hair so thick he could barely make out the lips of her pussy below.
"I'd shave if I knew we'd be here tonight," she said a bit shyly. "I read guys like it that way."
"I… don't mind. It's… sexy," he said. There was something about it that made his mouth water. "Makes you look like a… woman."
"Really?" Hermione said, smiling sheepishly. "Like the ones in Fred and George's magazines?"
"You saw those?"
"They're not exactly hiding them, are they?"
"I suppose not. But yeah… like those."
"...I'm not very fond of shaving, even with magic, so if you don't mind it…"
Slowly and sensually, she undid her tie and buttons, prying the shirt open, letting it fall. She wore an unexpectedly frilly blue bra that housed a nice, firm pair of breasts. She was slim, her belly was flat as a board, and her waist was incredibly narrow. There was a bit of hair under her armpits too, and Harry's cock twitched at the sight. She reached behind and unclasped the bra, then threw it aside. Finally, she stood fully naked before him, and Harry drank in the sight of her pear-shaped, curvaceous body—soft-looking and plumb in all the right spots.
"Beautiful…"
Harry leaned forward and embraced her, pulling the girl to himself, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, and sucking on the perky teat. He slid his hands down, cupping the glorious, naked flesh of her buttocks.
"Hmnnnnnn…" Hermione moaned.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; he needed to have her. He let go and stood up, letting his hard cock brush against her belly.
"Lay down, Hermione," he said in a commanding tone.
She did so without much hesitation. She was lost in lust like he was, he was sure of it; they were skipping most steps and absolutely all foreplay. But there would be time to make love later; right now they needed to fuck. And she agreed with it with the way she spread her legs as she laid herself on the carpet.
Harry removed the rest of his clothes and knelt down on all fours above her. He lined up his cock at her entrance.
"You ever done it before?" He asked, just to be sure.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Of course I didn't."
"Sorry. It's going to hurt a bit."
"It's fine, Harry, I don't care."
If that was the case… Harry pushed his hips down all at once, driving into her pussy with a single movement. She didn't scream, but she did close her eyes and bit her lip. Harry gave her a second while he appreciated the warmth and wetness of her channel.
She wasn't as tight as Ginny, but at the moment, she felt just as good. Plus, it was Hermione's pussy; it took all he had not to instantly explode. Moments of contemplation gone, he pulled back and drove right in again, initiating the mating movements. There was no adjusting this time, no letting her get used to it; in seconds he was pistoning as fast as he could, and the PLAP PLAP PLAP sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room. Her body shook with the strength of his thrusts, and her breasts swayed in rhythm.
Below him, Hermione breathed in short intakes and occasionally gave out low moans of pleasure, but mostly she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Feels good?" Harry asked her between breaths.
"Yes… very… don't stop, Harry…"
"I wont," he said, increasing his tempo.
With the heat coming off the fireplace washing over their skin, they were both soon sweating heavily. Droplets of sweat slid down his chin to fall onto Hermione's face, and she licked the ones landing on her lips. Merlin, why was everything she did so hot? He grasped her neck and leaned down to kiss her again. Below, he gave one last strong push and let go, cumming right inside her. Hermione pressed her legs to the sides and clutched his arms with trembling hands.
Harry collapsed on top of her, riding his orgasm as his cock twitched, releasing rope after rope of semen into her inviting womb. He stayed like that for minutes, body relaxing and growing sleepy, finally feeling the fatigue of the day. Hermione ran a hand through his hair affectionately and hugged him with the other arm.
Before he could fall asleep, he pushed himself off her to a kneeling position on the carpet, soft penis slipping out of her pussy. They looked at each other's glistering, wet bodies, and Harry opened a huge, tired grin.
"What is it?"
"Sorry, I just-" Harry began.
"Oh, shut up, Harry," she said, sitting up. She couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Fine, but it's true, it hurts a lot," she said. She rubbed her pussy, which was visibly swollen, and her fingers came back coated in clear and white liquid. She cleaned them on the pubic hair.
"You're not bleeding though."
"Not all women bleed during their first time, that's a myth."
"Oh? Did you read that somewhere?" He teased her.
"In fact, I did, Harry. Someone among us has to educate themselves. I don't suppose you did any research before sticking your penis in your friend's thirteen year-old sister?"
"Err-"
"Didn't think so," She said, going back to the every day Hermione. "And I guess you're leaving the contraceptive spell to her?"
"Well, yes. Is that bad?"
"Obviously. What if she forgets? You should be casting your own at yourself before intercourse. We'll look it up later."
"Okay," he said. "Are you going to do it now before you forget?"
Hermione flushed. "That depends. Are we done?"
"Do you want it to be?"
"...no."
"Me neither," Harry said, and he looked down at his flaccid cock. Seeing as Hermione likely hadn't been shy about reading all about sex before, there was no need for him to feel shy either. "Wanna help me out?"
She followed his line of sight, and getting the message, she nodded back at him. Harry leaned back, resting his weight on his arms, and Hermione leaned forward, crawling on all fours to him. She lowered her head until her face hovered inches from his crotch. Her ass up in the air formed a very sexy heart shape.
"Sorry, it probably doesn't smell very good right now," he said, remembering he hadn't showered earlier, and Merlin knew how sweaty his lower parts got.
"It's not bad," she said, bringing her nose close to the hair surrounding his cock. She took a deep whiff. "Smells just like you after leaving the pitch."
"D'you…like it?"
She nodded. "It's… manly."
Harry smirked. He had no idea Hermione was so horny. Thinking about it, could he have ever guessed Aunt Petunia and Ginny were capable of doing the things they did with him either? He didn't think the Geass was forcing them to act like that—that was all them, he was sure. It put into perspective what he actually knew about women, if even the prim and proper Hermione had such tastes and desires. What if they were like boys, horny all the time too? Could it be?
He pushed the musings away for another time, and grabbed her head. With the other hand, he guided his already hardening cock to her lips, which she promptly opened, letting him slide inside. Half-soft she was able to house it all in her mouth, but after a minute or so of licking and sucking, he was hard again. He took it out and, while he jerked himself, pushed her down to the balls. She resumed the service there, kissing the wrinkled skin and playing with it using her tongue. She wouldn't be Hermione if she didn't go above and beyond, so she raised the sack and licked the flesh that covered the continuation of the cock mast.
"That… feels good, Hermione," he said. The lower she went, the better it felt, and the sensation became more intense. Dare he ask her to go all the way down? Maybe in the future, but right now he was ready to fuck her pussy again. "Turn around."
"Huh? Okay."
He got a good look at her naked arse as she got on all fours again. Full, round, and fleshy, it looked delicious. He wanted to squeeze and bite it all at once. There was something different about it, though: unlike the other naked butts he'd seen, it wasn't paler than the rest of her body. He asked her about it.
"Mom likes to take us to naturist beaches on our vacations in France."
"Naturist beaches?"
"Nudist beach, Harry."
"Oh. Wow, are you serious?" She nodded. "Maybe I should've accepted your invites…"
"Maybe you should have."
His cock twitched while he imagined Hermione's gloriously nude body under the sun. And her mother, Mrs Grange, wasn't bad either, from what he remembered from King Cross station. Mother and daughter naked for him, and with his Geass maybe a bit more…
Something to think about.
Harry grasped her buttocks and massaged them, spreading them apart to reveal the pink, wrinkled arsehole hiding under all that flash. There was a bit of hair there too. Harry didn't mind, she was so sexy that anything he found about her body somehow only added to it. He grabbed his cock and touched the rosebud with its head.
"Harry?"
"Please, Hermione… It feels really good, you'll see…"
"N-no, Harry. I read there's a spell for it, l-let me practice it first."
"Okay. Next time?"
She nodded.
He slid his cock from there down to her pussy and pushed inside. He began moving, and her buttocks bounced every time they hit his pelvis. He brought down a hand to slap them.
"Ouch! Not so hard, Harry."
"Sorry." He rubbed the reddening spot. "You got a fat arse, Hermione."
"I… don't need to hear… that."
"But… It's true," he said between trusts, "You're a bitch with a fat arse."
"Watch… it." She warned him, but below her pussy tightened.
"My bitch, right?"
"Shut the fuck up, Harry. I'm… close…"
Harry chuckled. Was this the first time he heard Hermione swear? But alright, if she wanted to cum again so badly, he'd give it to her. He clutched her waist and really picked up the pace, so much that her whole body shook. He started to feel his second release coming too, and feeling like he wouldn't be able to go a third time that night, he slid his hands up her delicate back and grabbed her shoulder before pulling the girl back up so that their bodies were touching. He raised one of her arms high and leaned down to bury his face in her hairy armpit.
"What are you…" She asked as he copied her and took a big breath among the wild hair.
It didn't smell good, but it wasn't bad either. It smelled like Hermione but with a strong hint of sweat and something musky. It was wild and primitive and sexy. It made him go over the edge instantly, cumming again inside his friend. Hermione trembled, and her pussy tightened as she came too.
He let her go, and she fell forward on the carpet. He watched her breathe heavily with a smile, before lying down too. He dragged himself over to her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, and she buried her face in his chest and hugged him back.
"Feels good right?" He said.
"It really does. No wonder Ginny likes it so much."
"Yeah, haha," He said, caressing her back. "So what now?"
"What?"
"Do you want me to… break up with her?"
She stayed in silence for a while before speaking.
"You don't have to," she said. "I think you need to find out who you really like first, Harry."
"Experiment, like you said?"
"Exactly."
"And you don't mind if I sleep with her or… other girls?"
"It doesn't matter to me."
"...because you'll be sleeping with other guys too?"
Hermione shook her head and looked up at him. "No, I don't have to. I already know who I'm in love with."
Harry smiled and rolled on top of her before pulling her into a deep kiss. Despite his early prediction, his cock went hard yet again. He slipped right inside her.
It would be a few hours and a couple more orgasms before both left the study, tired and reeking of sweat and sex, but finally satisfied.
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"I never thought they'd find someone else so quickly," Rony said as she and Harry made their way up the North Tower where the Divination classroom was located. They had woken up that morning to a post on the Notice Board notifying them Divination classes would be resuming that afternoon.
"At least we know it's not Firenze," Lavender said from a few feet behind them. "Not if we're having the class in the castle."
"Thank Merlin!" said Parvati.
"He wasn't that bad," argued Rony.
"I don't think he would've agreed to a full time position anyway," Harry said.
"Yeah, they love their bloody forest," Rony said.
One by one, they climbed the silver stepladder and crossed the circular trapdoor in the ceiling. The new Divination classroom felt similar and, at the same time, extremely different from the old one. The curtains were all closed, but gone were the shawl-covered red lamplights that previously cast a reddish light about the room; they had been replaced by candle sticks that stood at the center of every small circular table and cast dark shadows around. The sheets covering them were all black now, just like most other decorations.
The four of them made their way to one of the tables. In front of each seat was a bowl filled with water and a needle next to it. Rony raised the needle to her face, inspecting it. Parvati and Lavender busied themselves glaring at the room.
Harry was the first to notice the figure stalking at the edge of the room, walking slowly around them. It was a witch wearing very traditional dark robes with long, wide sleeves and a high collar, and an enormous pointy hat covered her head, from which golden braids fell. It took a second for Harry to recognize her.
"Good afternoon, students," she said, catching the attention of every person in the room. Their necks snapped in her direction, surprised to find someone in that sea of black. "Welcome to Divination Class. I'm Narcissa Malfoy, your new professor."