It was the middle of the afternoon that saw a smiling Harry Potter walked down the garden path that led to the Weasley's home. His day had been particularly productive and had left him feeling quite pleased with himself. And as he approached and knocked on the door of the home of his best friends, he knew his day was only going to get better.

"Only good things I hope," Harry said flirtatiously as he entered the Weasley home and closed the door behind him, eying how good Hermione looked in the navy blue knee length skirt and white sleeveless blouse.

"Of course," she flirted back.

Without waiting for another moment, Harry pounced, pushing Hermione against the wall and aggressively kissing her. Hermione, not one to remain passive, moaned into the kiss and weaved her arms around his neck, pressing her clothed body against his in an attempt to increase the contact between them. However, as the brainy witch attempted to deepen the kiss, she ended up being disappointed as Harry pulled away when she thrust her tongue into his mouth. "Hold that thought," he said, slightly breathless. "I've got some news to share before we get into that."

"You mean you didn't come her for sex," Hermione pouted.

The dark haired man chuckled. "Of course I did," he told her, placing a hand on one of her breasts and squeezed it through the material of her blouse, causing her to moan again. "But like I said, I have something to tell you first. However I promise you that I will have had you at least four times before I leave here."

Hermione's pout, which was more sexy than childish even on his usually mature friend, melted into a sultry smirk that always got his blood running. "Well alright then," she conceded. "Shall we move into the kitchen then? And would you like some tea?"

At the dark haired man's nod, Hermione took Harry's breast filled hand into her own and led him into the home's simply yet quaint kitchen, taking him to one of the worn out chairs and telling him to have a seat. Once her guest of seated, the bushy haired witch made herself busy by darting around the kitchen to prepare the tea, making sure to walk with an extra swish of her hips as she moved about, knowing full well that Harry's eyes were watching her every step and what affect her seductive movements had on him.

Harry just relaxed in his seat and placed his wand on the table, a habit he had developed from his time as an Auror, although his eyes never left his best friend's form. He greatly enjoyed the swish of her long skirt that followed the movements of her swaying hips and couldn't wait to get his hands on her wonderful ass. It had been a week since they created their arrangement and Harry had barely gone more than a few hours without his penis inside Hermione, regardless of whether or not Ron was present, sometimes sleeping at the Weasley residence instead of his own place. Today had been the exception, as he needed to attend a meeting and hadn't been able to make his daily visit to the Weasley's until now.

His thoughts were interrupted by the bushy haired witch who placed his tea in front of him and then sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Thanks, Hermione," Harry said before taking a sip. "Perfect as always."

"You're welcome," she replied, taking a sip of her own drink. "So you mentioned you had something to tell me?"

The former Auror nodded, placing his teacup down. "Yes, I did. As of this morning, you officially owe Owens nothing."

Hermione beamed happily at her best friend at his news. "Harry, that's wonderful news. I knew you'd get us at of that mess."

"You'd be surprised how difficult it was though," he commented. "I've never seen a man so reluctant to take six thousand galleons."

Hermione raised an eyebrow in disbelief as Harry continued. "I get the feeling he was planning exactly what you feared, and maybe he was hoping for a sample before he started pimping you out."

Her face morphed to one of disgust and loathing for the gangster. "What a horrible man," she spat.

"He's a professional criminal with his own underground empire, Hermione," Harry countered. "He didn't get to where he is by building hospitals and adopting puppies."

"I suppose," she conceded. "So how did you get him to accept the money?"

Harry gave a small chuckle to himself as he recalled the meeting. "As it turns out, Owens is more afraid of a private citizen who's wealthy and powerful than he ever was of any Auror."

"Really?" Hermione queried with a light laugh of her own.

"Yep. Now that I'm not restricted by Ministry rules, Owens seems to be dead terrified that I'll let loose on him and his holdings and doing anything against me will invite both the Ministry and ordinary people to attack him. While it's not really something I would do, I didn't bother to correct his assumptions."

The bushy haired witch chuckled at Harry's explanation, finding the feared gangster's misconceptions highly amusing. "You'll also be happy to hear that I've made to clear to Owens and people like him that they are not to loan money to Ron."

"That's wonderful," Hermione exclaimed, happy that things were looking up. "Now that we don't owe money to any dubious persons, I can try and pay back the money we owe to legitimate bodies."

Harry hummed in agreement to her words before speaking again. "Yeah, about that. Are you sure you don't want me to pay off all your debts, not just the shady ones? I mean I can easily afford it and it'd allow you guys to save up some money."

"Thank you Harry but no," Hermione said with a shake of her head. "Those loans were taken by Ron and myself, not just that idiot blowing money on his precious Cannons, so we really should pay them back ourselves. Now that you've got those sharks off our backs, things should be a bit easier. I mean at least Gringotts won't sell me to any deviant who will pay."

"If you're sure then," he said compassionately. "But the offer will always be on the table."

Hermione smiled at her best friend with gratitude. "And I appreciate it, but like I said, those debts are in both of our names. We need to try and pay it back ourselves, even if Ron is more insistent about gambling and watching Quidditch."

Harry nodded at her, before moving onto another topic. "Speaking of Ron, where is he?"

"I made him get another job. He's now helping George out at the store, although given the way he grumbles, I wouldn't expect it to last very long."

The former Seeker rolled his eyes at the apt description of Ron Weasley. "Sounds about right," he said snidely. "Honestly Hermione, why don't you just divorce him?"

Hermione gazed into her tea, contemplating the question she had asked herself many times. "There are several reasons really," she said finally. "For why I haven't divorced him over the debts, well like I already said, the legitimate loans are in both of names. Divorcing him wouldn't absolve my responsibility towards paying them back. In more general terms, I made a commitment on our wedding day, and I feel like if I divorce him, I'm breaking my word. It might not mean much to him anymore, but it still means something to me."

"Didn't you also promise to be faithful to him?" Harry queried with a wry grin.

"I am being faithful to him," she shot back, returning his teasing. "I am dutifully helping to pay back his debts. As it so happens, I'm paying them back with my body as it's the only means I have."

The dark haired man chuckled at her words. "Well I doubt that Ron actually appreciates what you're doing."

"No you're right on that account," she said. "But there's also Rose and Hugo to consider. I know they don't think much of him, but he's still their father. I can't just break apart my family because one of the members is a complete berk."

Harry contemplated her words for a moment. "I guess it's hard for me to see your point of view," he said. "I couldn't get away from Ginny fast enough when I caught her, so I guess I have trouble seeing why you're staying with him."

"You and Ginny are different from Ron and I, and so is your relationship," Hermione explained. "You shouldn't feel bad for divorcing her so easily, and nor do I feel the need to follow your example just because he's a selfish git. And besides, different set of circumstances."

"I suppose you're right," Harry conceded. "But just know that I'll always be here to support you, regardless of what happens with Ron."

The bushy haired witch smiled affectionately at her best friend. "I know you will, Harry," she said warmly. "I know I can always rely on you, even when I can't rely on my husband."

As Harry took another sip of his tea, Hermione continued. "In fact, I think you deserve a reward for all your loyalty."

"A reward?"

"Mmhmm, anything you want," she replied to his question, her voice turning seductive as she moved from her seat to her Harry sat.

Harry grinned at the pretty witch who now occupied his lap. "I think I have a few ideas in mind," he said, before pulling her face towards his for a steamy kiss.

Hermione moaned in her former classmate's mouth as his gifted hands began roaming freely over her body. As usual they made frequent visits to her sensitive breasts, massaging them through the fabric of her blouse like they had done mere moment before when Harry first entered the room, but they also paid equal attention to her firm behind, groping her cheeks whenever they passed. Had she been of a less lust-addled mind, she would have noticed from past encounters that Harry greatly enjoyed touching her rear end in anyway he could, but as the former Auror's hands worked their magic on her entire body, she could concentrate on little else other than the joy they provided.

Harry, for his part, greatly enjoyed having the beautiful witch writhing in his lap, but he did have something particular in mind. Sliding his arms underneath Hermione's body, he lifted her up and kicked back the chair, giving himself space and never once breaking their kiss. He finally did break their lip lock to spin his friend around and bent her over the kitchen table. "Oh," Hermione squeaked at the suddenness of his actions. "A little impatient are we?"

"Just a little," Harry admitted as he grabbed a fistful of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing her naked ass. "And what about you Mrs Weasley? Not even wearing panties, what on earth would your mother-in-law say?"

Hermione gave a small laugh. "If Molly could see us now, I doubt my lack of underwear would even register."

Harry gave a laugh of his own as he kept one hand on the soft flesh of her ass while he used the other to undo his belt. "As usual, you're probably right," he conceded, allowing his trousers to drop to his ankles.

Grasping his hardened rod with his now free hand, he lined himself up with Hermione's glistening folds, running the head teasingly along her wet lips. "Harry," she whined, her voice becoming huskies in anticipation. "You know I hate being teased."

"Now, now Hermione," he chuckled, still teasing his lover with his member. "Teasing is half the fun. Besides," he continued, finally sliding the head of his cock between her lips, much to Hermione's delight. "This is merely the warm up for my 'reward'."

"Oh Merlin yes," she cried, as Harry began moving his hips, steadily increasing her pleasure. "God I don't care what you have in mind for your reward. Keep fucking me like that and I'll do anything."

Despite how hot her walls felt around him, Harry couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. "I'll remember you said that," he told her, gripping the sides of her hips as he increased his tempo.

Hermione merely responded with another one of her lusty moans, the kind that never failed to get his blood rushing. Despite his wildest teenaged fantasies, which automatically turned any attractive female into a sex starved porn star, he never would have imagined that prim and proper Hermione Granger would ever act like this. Yet here they were in the Weasley family home, with her bent over the kitchen table she had shared many meals with her family, moaning like cheap whore, her hips meeting his own and he continued to fuck her like this. And Merlin help him if the reality wasn't so much better than anything his hormone addled, adolescent dreams could come up with.

"Oh fuck... Uhh," Hermione all of a sudden cried as her whole body shook. "Oh god, I'm cumming already... your cock, Harry... so gooooooood..."

"Already," Harry asked in amazement and not a little amount of pride and he continued fucking her without slowing down. "I've barely started fucking you,"

"Hmm, don't care... your cock feels so good," Hermione purred in post-orgamsic bliss.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his lover. "Well then, seeing as you've had your fun, I guess it's time I claimed my reward."

He a few final thrusts into his best friend, Harry finally removed himself from her depths, his penis now glistening with Hermione's honey. Grabbing his wand from where it lay on the table, he cast a spell the bushy haired witch had never heard of, which, given her extensive knowledge of different magicks, was saying something. "What was that spell," Hermione asked, her curiosity briefly pushing her lust into the back seat as she turned her head to look at her lover.

"A lubrication spell," Harry stated simply.

"A lubrication spell?" she queried in reply. "I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I don't really need lubrication."

Harry gave off a small chuckle. "Oh trust me I noticed, Hermione," he grinned at her, teasingly slipping a single digit into her wet folds, eliciting another seductive moan from the witch. "You're wetter than a February storm, but this lubrication spell is different. Not only does it lubricate but it also increases the sensitivity of certain areas. Namely, your asshole."

Hermione, all sense of playful lust gone, gasped. "M-m-my asshole," she stammered. "B-but I've never…"

As she trailed off, the former seeker carried on the conversation. "Yeah, I kind of figured you were a virgin back there, but you did say I deserved a reward."

Hermione's turned head just stared at him in disbelief but turning her head back and sighing. "Honestly," she huffed. "What is it with men and my ass?"

"Might be hard for you to judge, given that you can't see it from our angle, but trust me, I could watch your ass all day," Harry admitted with a grin.

The curly haired witch just huffed again. "Ok now you're just being ridiculous."

"I wish I was," he replied to her indignation. "The amount of cum I've fired off thinking about your ass could have gotten every girl in our year pregnant several times over."

Although Harry couldn't see his best friend's face, he knew that she was biting her lower lip, an adorable little habit he noticed when she was making a tough decision. "Fucking your ass has always been a big fantasy of mine, but if you really don't want to, then we won't," Harry told her, willing to sacrifice his fantasies for his lover's comfort.

Harry's consideration was all the convincing Hermione needed to give the dark haired wizard this request. "Well I guess it won't hurt to try something new," she admitted, once again turning her head to look at him, this time shooting him a lusty look. "And if anyone deserves to take that virginity, it's you. Merlin knows Ron wouldn't have even bothered with a lubrication spell."

With Hermione's permission granted, Harry grasped his cock and lined it up with the brunette witch's asshole. He was giddy with anticipation as one of his long time fantasies was about to come true and never before had his erection felt so hard. He placed the tip in her back door, easily sliding in thanks to the lubrication spell. As he slowly slid more of himself inside her hole, he marvelled at how ridiculously tight it was, although he did pause, as difficult as it was, when he heard Hermione give a small grunt as her tiny opening was stretched. "You alright Hermione," asked the ever considerate Harry.

"Yes, I'm alright," came Hermione's strained reply. "It's just feels very… different, and I'm not quite sure whether I like it or not."

"Do you want to stop," he asked, praying for a 'no'.

"No, I'm fine to keep going. It doesn't feel bad or painful, just unusual," she answered, wiggling her hips to let her lover know she was alright to continue.

Taking her at her word, Harry continued to move his hips, inserting more of his cock into his lover's asshole. Despite whatever discomfort he might have been causing Hermione seemed to pass, and her moans and grunts slowly became less strained and the wiggle of her hips encouraged him to keep going, pulling back only when it became clear that he couldn't go any further before he started going forward again. "Faster…" Hermione uttered, her voice barely a whisper.

Harry though heard her perfectly, he just didn't believe his luck. "What was that Hermione," he said, half-teasing. "Not sure I heard you right."

"Faster Harry…" she said louder, with a small measure of desperation in her voice. "Fuck my ass faster."

With a grin that showed his prankster heritage, he asked her "Are you sure? I thought you weren't sure whether you liked it or not."

"It's starting to feel good," the witch admitted. "Now stop teasing me and fuck me faster."

With no need of further encouragement, Harry picked up his pace, tightening his grip on her hips as his thursts became quicker and Hermione's moans became louder. He was glad that his long time fantasy wasn't just servicing his own desires, but those of his best friend as well. True, only in his wildest dream was Hermione this into being butt fucked, but like so much of his new relationship with his best friend, reality was so much better than the fantasy. The lewd noises she made as he plundered her asshole were just as erotic as the act itself.

For Hermione is was another one of those moments where she couldn't really believe it was happening. This was perhaps one of the kinkiest things she had ever done, and she had spent the last week having sex with a man who was definitely not her husband, sometimes while said husband was even in the room, all for the purpose of paying of said husband's more flawed financial decisions. This was one step further into debauchery that the brainy witch had never seen herself taking and yet now, with Harry's cock stretching her last untouched opening, Hermione could quite happily say she was glad she'd let this happen. "Merlin… this is… incredible," she panted. "I never thought… it would feel… this good."

Harry merely grunted as he pounded the woman's behind. "Fuck Hermione… you're so tight… so fucking tight."

The former Seeker shifted one of his hands around her hips, which now shook in response to every powerful thrust, to her crotch, quickly finding her clit and began stroking it in time with his movements. The pleasure caused by his ministrations quickly became obvious, as the volume of Hermione's moans became louder, and her anus squeezed his cock tighter, hard as it was to believe. "Oh… so close… so close," she moaned, the extra stimulation aiding her reach that second climax.

"You love this don't you Hermione," Harry said, nimbling sliding a finger between the lips of her pussy while continuing to play with her clit. "Having your ass fucked like a whore, but someone other than your husband."

"Oh Merlin yes I love it," she cried, the reminder of her infidelity turning her on more. "Fuck my ass Harry… Fuck me like a whore."

"And whose whore are you?"

"Your's… I'm your whore, and only your whore… OH FUCK," Hermione confessed before she finally came in what was possibly the most intense orgasm of her life.

Harry couldn't believe it, but as her body seized with orgasmic joy, her sphincter tightened around his cock, squeezing it wonderfully tighter and encouraging his own climax. After so many nights of masturbing to this dream, he was finally getting to live it. "Damn, Hermione… I'm gonna cum," Harry moaned, his thrusts becoming less steady as his approaching orgasm impacted his pace.

"Mmm, do it Harry," moaned Hermione, still high from her climax. "I want to feeling your cum in my ass."

Harry merely grunted at her words as his seed rocketed from his erection into Hermione's awaiting orifice, causing the witch to moan at the sensation of her lover's cum filling up a different hole. He held himself against the soft curve of her cheeks, making sure he was fully sheathed inside her as he emptied his load. When he felt no more semen coming and was convinced that he had succeeded in painting the brunette's insides white, he began pulling out of the woman's asshole. However just as his cock exited Hermione with a soft pop, Harry heard the front door slam shut. "Hermione, I'm home from that stupid job you made me get," came the grumbling of Ron Weasley. "There better be something nice for dinner."

The past week had been horrendous for Ronald Weasley. These days his wife was spending most of her time spreading her legs for that bastard Harry Potter and as a result had stopped having sex with him, and had even stopped cooking for him. And worse of all, she had made him, him, the man of the house, get another job. He didn't have time for another job, he was always too busy working on the Cannon's equipment shed, or watching them train, or reading the same bunch of Quidditch books for the hundredth time.

As his internal monologue was listing all the injustices he had suffered this past week ever since Hermione had started 'repaying' Harry, he entered the kitchen to find another unwelcomed sight. As he had entered the room, Harry had turned to face the red haired man, his pants still pooled around his feet and his exposed wand, spent it may be but still an appendage that dwarfed Ron's own wand.

Diverting his eyes from the undesired sight of his pantsless former best friend, Ron then noticed that his wife was bent over the table, her skirt bunched around her hips. It wasn't the first time he had seen this sight this week, but when he noticed that small streaks of cum were coming out of her anus, a treasure that had been denied him, many, many times, and sliding down the lips of her vagina, his usual bitterness and self-indignation took the wheel. "What the fuck happened here?" he asked eloquently.

Hermione, who in her post-orgasmic bliss, barely registered that her husband was there, let alone his mood, responded. "Mmm, Harry just fucked my ass," she purred contently. "It was incredible."

As Harry looked smug at her words, Ron just stood there, baffled and outraged in equal measure. "But you told me you would never let someone fuck you there!"

"Hmm, I did but I changed my mind," she voiced, resting her head on the table. "I decided that only Harry gets to fuck my ass."

Her red haired husband, with his face equally red, just stood there, glaring in rage at his tired wife and her smug lover. "Harry, I'm tired, would you mind carrying me up to my room, we can have sex again after I have a little nap," Hermione asked, and as Harry wordlessly fixed up their cloths and then picked her up to carry her bridal style, she wrapped her arms around his neck and turned to address her husband. "Ron, you'll have to sort yourself for dinner, I'm too tired to cook."

With that, her dark haired lover carried her to her bedroom, exiting the room after calling "See you later Ron," to the seething husband who continued to bemoan internally at how unfair the world was that he of all people actually had to cook his own dinner yet again.