While he was making his way to the headmaster's office, Harry tried to think about how he feels about Dumbledore after this summer break.
For Harry, since he arrived at Hogwarts four years ago, Dumbledore has been like an Idol role model to him; he has always been polite and helpful and been like a grand father to him.
Harry had always trusted and believed him, even when he disagreed with him, especially at the time when he had always ignored his plea to not send him to his aunt's house.
No matter what Harry tried to make him understand, Dumbledore has never believed him and has always dismissed his requests. Even though Harry felt frustrated and angry about it, he still never let his resentment linger, had always forgotten about it, and accepted whatever Dumbledore told him to do.
Thinking that he was the elder and knew what was best for him.
But now, after enjoying the first summer break where he didn't even spend a week more than at Dursley, Harry has come to realise how much he used to bow to Dumbledore wishes and should have been more rebellious against him.
This summer has really changed him. Harry's eyes opened, and he came to see things around him more clearly. He realised how easily he had let other people rule over him, and one of them was mainly Dumbledore, but not anymore.
Today he was going to talk to him about what Harry felt he should have done a long time ago, but now was not the time to regret it anymore. It was time to make Dumbledore listen to him and ask him the question he had wanted to ask for the whole summer.
Coming out of his thoughts, Harry looked up and found himself in front of the gargoyles, which were the entrance to the headmaster's office. He stood there like a dumb idiot until he finally remembered he had to give the password to enter.
He quickly opened the slip from the Dumbledore and read it again.
Harry I want you to come and meet me at my office after the feast.
PS: Recently, I have become quite fond of bubbaloo.
Harry snorted at the typically strange password, which he has gotten used to now. Dumbledore really does love his candy.
He put the skip back in his pocket and said the password.
"Bubbaloo"
Just after he said that, the gargoyles moved, and Harry entered and climbed up the spiral staircases to the office. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard Dumbledore's voice from inside.
"Come in, Harry."
Harry grunted in annoyance at how every time Dumbledore knew the person's identity without seeing them.
He definitely had drawn runes on the entrance that could tell him the person's identity by their magical signature.
Not wanting to look suspicious as he stood outside for too long trying to solve the mystery, Harry opened the gate and stepped inside the office.
No matter how many times he came into this office, it still struck him how eccentrically beautiful it was.
With its curved shape, the room was very unique; on one side, the walls were filled with the portraits of previous headmasters or mistresses, and the book shelves lined the other side, which were filled with books that he was sure Hermione would die to get her hands on.
And of course, there were some touches from the current headmaster as well, like the many strange magical devices that Harry had no idea what they were for, and lastly, the majestic magical phoenix 'Fawkes'.
His lips curled into a smile as he looked at the phoenix, who had saved his life in the chamber of secrets, and because of which his tears flowed in his body.
The phoenix himself was always happy to see Harry, just like he was right now as he flew from his stand, sat on Harry's shoulder, and softly pecked his ear.
Harry chuckled. "Hello to you too, Fawkes."
Fawkes returned his greeting by rubbing his cheeks affectionately against Harry's. They both were pulled away from their little greeting by Dumbledore.
"How have you been, Harry?" he asked with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Absolutely fine, professor." Harry smiled back and sat on the chair. "In fact, I have never felt better."
Dumbledore nodded with a warm smile. "I can see that as well. You have changed so much in one summer, and it warms my heart to see you so happy and confident."
Harry shrugged. "I just had the best summer of my life. To be honest, professor, I feel like I have learned and changed very much. I feel like a different person, but I love it."
Dumbledore sighed. "Yes, this summer; it is the reason why I have invited you for a talk today, and I think you knew that as well."
"It was my guess," Harry said, tensely ready for Dumbledore to tell him how wrong he was to leave his aunt's house without his permission.
Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "I brought you here to apologise for my action regarding your life, Harry."
Of course he scold me ag- WAIT WHAT
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the genuinely apologising face of the headmaster. He can't believe what he just heard—Dumbledore was actually apologising to him.
It was something he was not ready for, and Dumbledore found out that as well, looking at the surprised face of Harry.
"I know, Harry, that you expected me to scold you and tell you how wrong you were to leave the house like that, and I would have done that a month ago, but now," Dumbledore sighed with a remorseful face.
"Now that I took time to think about my actions, I realised how I have basically tried to control your life or at least force you to do things the way I wanted rather than what you wanted in your life."
Harry wasn't able to comprehend what he was hearing; he had come to finally, once in his life, not back down against Dumbledore and argue with him about their differences in opinion. He had expected them to argue about his actions this summer.
But now here he was sat rooted in his seat in complete shock as he heard the most powerful wizard alive apologise to him so regretfully. All he could do right now was sit and hear Dumbledore list his mistakes.
"I guess the first thing I should apologise for should be my biggest mistake, which was dropping you off at your aunt's house. Harry, I am not trying to lie or give excuses, but at first I left you there; it was purely because I thought your aunt would be the best person and someone who would raise you properly, giving you a happy childhood, but when I saw you the first here at the sort-"
Dumbledore stopped and wiped the tears building at the corners of his eyes. Harry was shocked to see that they weren't fake tears. He was very tempted to stop the headmaster, but something in him let him speak because, deep down, he wanted Dumbledore to express his regret to him and apologise to him.
"When I saw you the first time at your sorting, I knew at that moment already that I had made a very big mistake. I had expected you to have at least a healthy and safe childhood, if not a happy one, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. I had deliberately ignored your mother's warning about her sister, and you paid for my ignorance."
"If that wasn't bad enough, I made it worse by repeating my mistake by sending you back to where you don't want to and even ignored your requests and plead to let you stay elsewhere, but there."
Dumbledore stopped again as he tried to get his emotions under control. Tears were flowing from his eyes, and his voice had become thick with sorrow. At that moment, he truly looked his age.
"Harry, I don't know if I deserve it or not, or if I even have any right to ask for it, but will you please forgive this old man? I know the effect my mistake had on your life was maybe too severe for you to forgive me this early, but I want you to know that I never had any ill intent behind my actions, and I have always wished only good for you. From now on, I promise I will try to make amends for my mistake and help you in any way you want," Dumbledore said with a very sincere tone.
Harry sat there emotionless, giving nothing away. One part of him was angry. Dumbledore had made him remember his horrible childhood and all the things he had to suffer because of his mistake. He remembered those dark and painful days he had to spend in his cupboard, crying to sleep every day.
He wanted to hate him. He wanted to tell him on his face that he would never forgive him just to see the pain on his face, but as he looked in his eyes, which for the first time were not twinkling but instead were filled with regret and a need for forgiveness, he realised that no matter how much he wanted, he couldn't hate him.
With that in mind, Harry looked into Dumbledore's tearful eyes and nodded. "You're not wrong, professor; it's not easy for me to just forgive the pain it brought to me by your mistakes, and yes, I am not going to forgive you that easily." He said steely and saw Dumbledore's face turn to a sad and depressed face.
"But" Dumbledore perked up with hope. "I'm not a cruel person who wants to see you in pain or make you feel sorry for your life. I acknowledge that what you did was never with the intention of harming me, and the fact that you are actually apologising to me means a lot, especially because you really look like you want to make up for it, but you would have to earn my trust," he said firmly.
Dumbledore's face split into a wide, relived smile. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you so much. You don't understand how much this old man's heart felt lighter after that. Believe me, I promise I will earn your trust back. In fact, I'm going to start now, as I am happy to tell you that you are never going back to your aunt's house ever again."
"Really," Harry's gasped in shock and joy as Dumbledore nodded back. "But then... what about the blood ward around the house that you told me was needed to be charged by me every year?" He asked and furrowed his eyebrow.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Don't worry about that, Harry. I had already removed it last month. You are not underage anymore, and I know that you are now capable enough to protect yourself, which you already proved by your fight against the death eaters." He finished with a smirk.
"Wait, how did you see my fight?" Harry asked, bewildered.
Dumbledore shrugged. "I have my ways," he mischievously said, his twinkles back in his eyes.
"But ho-" Harry's eyes widened as he remembered something. "Amelia Bones gave it to you," he muttered.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, sometimes being in a powerful position does help, and Amelia herself wanted me to watch the fight to show me how impressive you are already at your age," he said with pride at Harry.
Harry blushed and tried to downplay it: "It wasn't that impressive; they were not real death eaters, except Malfoy, and even he isn't that powerful."
"Harry," Dumbledore firmly said, looking at him with his intense gaze. "You faced and defeated three grown adult wizards, and two of them you beat on your own. That is very impressive for someone who has just reached adult age, no matter the context."
Harry had always tried to not take his fight with that high regard because he felt it was expected of him; he didn't think it was that impressive, but a compliment like this coming from a wizard of such calibre as Dumbledore can't be just ignored.
He looked up at Dumbledore, "Thank you, professor; it really means a lot to me that I was able to impress you." Harry thanked him with a grateful smile.
"It was hard not to be impressed, Harry. The way you led your friends so calmly in the heart of battle showed your leadership, and your battle against two wizards at the same time showed how much better you have become in combat; your speed, accuracy, and the power of your spells were all remarkable. You should be proud of how much you have improved." Dumbleton praised him with an impressed smile.
Harry nodded with a smile. "Thank you, but I am still not good enough or where I want myself to be. There are still many weak points that I want to overcome and become better at," he resolutely said.
"And that's the reason why you will always keep improving and even surpass me one day, my boy," Dumbledore said, then went into deep thought as Harry sat in silence and waited. "Actually, I think it's finally time for me to take part in your education," he said thoughtfully.
"Wh..what do you mean, professor?" Harry stuttered in confusion.
Dumbledore just smiled, and with a flick of his wand, he summoned two thick books. "I have been thinking about doing this for the last two years, but I have always stalled it as I didn't think you were ready, but now that you are an adult, you have proved to me that you are ready, so from now on I will personally teach you battle magic," he said, giving the books to Harry.
Harry was shell-shocked as he looked at the books in numb shock and read their names.
How to use conjuration in battle
How to use animation in battle
His shock doubled when he noticed that both books were written by Albus Dumbledore himself. He couldn't believe that one of the most powerful wizards and the best transfiguration user in history was offering to tutor him.
"So do you accept it, Harry?" Dumbledore asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Does he accept it? Is the old man right in his head? Harry may have done some very idiotic things in his life, but he wasn't an idiot to ignore a golden opportunity like this.
"YES!" He shouted and then, with a cough, composed himself while blushing as Dumbledore giggled. "I mean, of course, yes, it would be my honour to learn from you, professor," Harry said with an excited and respectful tone.
Dumbledore nodded. "Good, so here is what your schedule will be for now. You should read these books and do it together. It's better like that, as I'm going to teach you both of this together, not separately on the weekend when there would be no classes. I will teach you and test you on how much you have learned from these books."
"But Harry, let me tell you one thing: I want only the absolute best and fullest effort from my students and from you, especially I want more, so are you ready to give your everything or not?" Dumbledore asked seriously while piercing Harry with his stare.
Harry nodded without hesitation. "I will give everything I have, professor. I want to be better, and I will give everything to become the best."
In a split second, Dumbledore's thin lip curled into a big smile. "Perfect; I knew you would." He then looked at his watch. "Ah, it seems I have made you overstay Harry. It's time for you to go to bed and have the rest you will need for your class tomorrow."
Harry's stood up as he saw how late it really was, with a nod and a "thank you." He took the books in his hand and left the office.
Dumbledore saw Harry leave and, with a big sigh, dropped back into his chair.
"You should have told him about the prophecy," a voice said from his left, and he turned to see that it was previous headmaster Dippet, who said it with others portraits, nodding their heads and agreeing with him.
Dumbledore took his glass and sighed, "Did you not see? I have never seen Harry be so happy and relaxed; it looked like he was finally being himself and enjoying his life. I am not cruel enough to just tell him something that will change his life and make him fearful for his life."
"Then when are you going to tell him at some point you have to?" Headmaster Black said, surprising everyone since he never says anything.
"When the time is right for now, he deserves to live his life freely without such a burden on his shoulders," Dumbledore said in a tone that indicated the conversation was over.
As he was walking to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry repeated what had happened in the last hour in his head.
He had never expected the talk with Professor Dumbledore to go the way it did; he actually not only apologised to Harry but also told him how he was going to tutor him in battle magic.
Harry knew if the news of Albus Dumbledore teaching Harry Potter came out, everyone would complain about how biased Dumbledore is towards him and how much he favours him, but Harry couldn't give a single fuck what they said.
With the password, the entrance to the dorm opened, and he walked in. Just from a glance around the common room, he could see that everyone but him had already gone to bed, which would make sense since it was so late.
But then his eyes fell on the couch, and he saw bushy brown hair, easily recognising who it was. Harry moved towards the couch and looked at the sleeping face of Hermione.
He gently shook her shoulder and whispered, "Hermione."
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at the beautiful emerald eyes. "Harry, you are back," she groggily said, and she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I just arrived. But why are you here? You should be in bed like everyone else." He asked and sat down beside her, pulling her closer with his arm around her shoulder.
Hermione curled into Harry's embrace and sighed, "I did tell you, didn't I? I was going to wait for you."
"You did, but you should have gone to bed."
Hermione shook her head. "No, I wanted to wait for you so you could tell me what you and the professor talked about."
Harry snorted, "And here I was thinking you were waiting only for me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Stop being a drama queen and tell me what happened there."
Harry pouted at being called the drama queen, but then, with a deep breath, told her everything that happened.
"...So that's why I am so late." He fished explaining, looked at her face, and barely held back his laugh.
Hermione was emitting a fish on the ground by the way she was opening and closing her mouth with shock on her face.
Finally, she got her voice back. "Wait, so first, the professor apologises to you after he finally realises his mistake, and then he tells you that you are never going back to Dursley, and if that wasn't enough, you are going to get tutored by Professor Dumbledore himself. Did I get that all right?" She said it incredulously, looking at him with wide eyes.
Harry nodded, "Yep," he grinned, and popped the 'p'
"Harry, that's amazing!" Hermione exclaimed, "You're going to get private lessons by Albus Dumbledore; you are aware that people would kill someone for this opportunity."
"Of course, I know," Harry smirked smugly.
Hermione hit his chest and crossed her arms. "I'm so jealous," she pouted.
Harry chuckled. He knew that she was just being playful. He pulled out the two books and waved at her. "You know that you can read these books as well, don't you? I am not going to stop you," he said, smirking at her eyes fixed on the books.
"Really?" Hermione gasped
Harry nodded and then was hit by a missile as Hermione lunged at him and squeezed him with her trademark bear hug.
"Harry, you are the best friend ever," Hermione squealed with a wide smile.
Harry pouted, "Hermione, I would have thought I was much more than just a friend now after the things we have done this summer."
Hermione snorted, "You know, you are more than a friend, Harry." She snaked her hands on his chest and leaned closer to his ears. "You are my boyfriend, my lover, and my sir." She whispered seductively and blew at his ears, making him feel goosebumps.
Harry closed his eyes in bliss as his dick hardened with the way she was roaming her hand on his abs and grinding her thick ass as on his groin.
Hermione bit his earlobe. "You deserve a reward for being such a good boyfriend." She purred, and her hands slipped from his abs to his jeans, where with one hand she unbuttoned them and with the other she leisurely stroked his hardening cock that was begging to get out of its restraint.
Harry gasped as he felt her small hands stroke him through his jeans. "Hermione, what are you doing? We are in the common room," he whispered.
"So what?" Hermione smirked and laid flat on her stomach on the couch, her face hovering over his crotch, unzipped, and started pulling his jeans and boxes down.
"We could get caught," Harry whispered in panic, but he still lifted himself up to take his jeans and boxers off.
"Then let us; I don't care." Hermione purred, then gasped as, finally, his cock got freed from its jail and hit her face, smearing the precum on her forehead.
"Fuck, I have missed this big cock." Hermione moaned, licked his cock from base to top, and sucked the precum from its head.
Harry chuckled breathlessly. "You literally sucked me dry yesterday night." He breathed and closed his eyes in pleasure of her tongue on his cock.
"That just means that I didn't get to taste this beautiful cock for a whole day," Hermione whined and took the head in, sucking on it with pleasure while she stroked the rest of his cock with both hands.
Harry groaned, "You really love sucking my cock, don't you?"
Hermione nodded with his cock in her mouth and pulled it out with 'pop', "I love sucking this big fat dick off yours; it's so delicious." She moaned wantonly as she dribbled her spit on his cock and spread it around with her hands, making it wet and slick.
Harry grunted, "Of course you do, you little slu-" He stopped as he heard the stairs creak.
"Hermione, someone is com-" He tried to warn her but gasped with wide eyes as Hermione lunged her face into his cock, taking half of his cock in her mouth, and gagged as it breached her throat.
GARGHK
"Fuck!" Harry grunted, and he almost lost himself in the pleasure of her warm mouth on his cock.
Fortunately, he still had some senses intact, and he 'accio'd' the blanket from the nearest couch and covered Hermione and his lap with it. He also put on a silencing charm so that no one could hear her gagging.
"Harry."
He turned around, hearing his name, and saw Neville standing on the stairs, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Hey Neville, you still awake?" He asked while trying his best not to show that he was getting his cock sucked, and it felt amazing.
Hermione was loving this; they both knew how much she loved the danger of getting caught, and now with Neville here, she was getting her kink fulfilled. Her pussy was flowing and ruining her knickers as she sucked Harry's cock while he tried to talk with Neville.
She was doing her best as she sucked his cock with expertise. She was slowly bobbing her head, sucking him hard by hollowing her cheeks, and moving his cock in her mouth and throat while stroking his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
"Oh yeah, I just woke up and saw your bed empty, so I came down to see if you'd come yet," Neville groggily said with a sleepy grin.
Harry smiled. "Thank you, Neville." He felt grateful to have a friend like him. "That's so sweet of you."
Neville blushed, "O..oh i..it was nothing. By the way, how was your summer?"
"My summer was amaZING" His voice pitched high in the end as Hermione unexpectedly took his cock deep in her throat, taking almost a third of it and retching on it.
Harry's eyes crossed in pleasure, and he bit his lips to not moan loudly as Hermione's throat squeezed his shaft, and her gag covered it with her spit.
Having had enough of her teasing, he grabbed her head and kept her there with his cock in her throat and her gagging as he kept her choking on it and got back to his conversation with Neville.
"Sorry, Neville, I just got a cramp in my foot." He lied, and to make it more believable, he wiggled his feet while keeping his cock in her throat.
"Oh, are you alright, or is it too bad?" Neville said in concern.
Bless the poor guy for having such a sweet heart and being so innocent. If it had been someone else, Harry and Hermione would have gotten caught already.
Harry shook his head. "Oh, don't worry, it's fine now, and yeah, about my summer, it was amazing. I went to Bulgaria and then to the World Cup final as well. What about your summer?" He said while trying to keep his voice and breathing down as Hermione's throat was sending him closer to his edge.
Hermione was trying her best to make him cum in her mouth, and quickly as she choked on the cock in her throat, she rubbed his big balls so that he could finally cum and release her, but a deep part of her was enjoying this as her nipples were rock hard and one of her hands was rubbing her drenched pussy.
"It was good," Neville said, then his face gloomed, "although my grandmother didn't let me go to the final."
"That unfortunate Neville," Harry said with his voice strained as he could feel closer to the edge, but not wanting to give Hermione what she wanted, he held on and decided to end the conversation.
He faked a yawn and said, "I think it's getting quite late, Neville. You should go. I will come soon as well."
Neville nodded and yawned as well. "You are right; good night, Harry." He wished and went to his bed.
Just as he saw him gone, Harry threw the blanket and finally released Hermione's head. She pulled her mouth off his cock and started coughing and heaving for air.
Harry looked at her, and his cock twitched at the sight of her. She was a mess. Her naturally bushy hair was more bushier; her face was red with tears on her cheeks, and her face was covered in her spit, with some even dripping onto her shirt.
If he already didn't know her, he would have felt bad, but he knew how much she loved him for chocking her like that; he could see her nipple hard through her thin shirt and her knicker drenched as her juices dripped on the floor below.
Harry took his cock and rubbed its head on her lips. "You loved that, didn't you, knowing Neville was right there while you were sucking my cock?" he huskily said in the voice that made Hermione shiver every time.
She rubbed her cheeks on his cock and kissed it. "Yes, Harry, I loved it so much, but please let me finish you. I want your tasty cum in me." She moaned in need as she tried to take his cock back in her mouth.
Harry stopped her by grabbing her chin. "You will make me cum, but not by your mouth."
Hermione whimpered, "But-" She was stopped as Harry pulled her up from her knees and threw her on the couch.
Seeing him stand up to get his jeans and boxers off, Hermione realised what he wanted, and she quickly threw her drenched knickers and opened her shirt, getting her small, perky tits out with her rock-hard nipple being sucked.
She pulled on her nipple with one hand while spreading her wet pussy lips with the other hand, giving Harry a view of her needy cunt.
"Harry, please; I need you. Please fuck mEEE!" Hermione screamed as Harry plunged his big shaft into her pussy with one thrust.
Harry took her spread legs and put them on his shoulders as he thrust into her with his full force. Usually he would like to start with a slow and long thrust, but right now there was only one thing on his mind, and that was to make Hermione cum on his cock and fill her with his seed.
He pushed himself into her, sending her legs up to her ears and almost folding her in half. He was doing a short and fast thrust, never letting her walls rest as they stretched around his thick shaft.
"FUCK! Harry, fuck, so good. Just like that, don't stop, please keep fucking me!"
Hermione was screaming her lungs out from Harry's ferocious thrust; she didn't even care if someone heard her, but thankfully Harry had put a silencing charm on the whole common room and a charm on the stairs to alert them if someone was coming.
If there was one thing Hermione loved most about teasing Harry, it was that in the end, he set himself loose and fucked her hard, just like he was doing right now.
His every thrust was powerful, taking her breath away and making her scream as his cock touched her womb with every plunge. His thick cock stretched her wall to its limit; it was almost painful, but all it did was bring her more pleasure.
Every thrust of his rocked her body, making her tits bounce on her chest. Her thick ass claps with his pelvis, and his big balls filled with the cum she needs smacked her ass every time he plunged his cock balls deep into her.
She always knew that she could never love anyone else like she did Harry, but now she also knew no one could fuck her as good as him.
She was already so close to her orgasm, but then Harry started dirty talking, which he knew was her weakness.
Harry leaned closer to her, "Fuck you, love this; don't you Hermione me fucking you here in the common room where anyone can come see us." He glowered while drilling his cock deeper into her.
"Yes.." Hermione moaned. "Fuck yes, I love it, Harry. I love it so much." She whimpered as she tweaked her nipple, sending pain and pleasure through her body and pushing her closer to the edge.
Harry chuckled. "Of course you do. You just want someone to come and catch us so they can see you begging and screaming as I fuck you hard. You want them to see how kinky the bookworm innocent Hermione Granger is."
Hermione's eyes widen, and she screeches, "FUCKKKK!" as Harry's dirty talk sends her into a quivering, shivering orgasm.
Harry groaned as he felt Hermione's pussy walls clamp on his cock. He pulled out, and her pussy erupted and sprayed her juices all over his cock and her stomach.
He let her take her time as she went through her orgasm, and then once she stopped shaking, he plunged his cock back into her pussy and began thrusting harder as he chased his own release, which had been building for a long time.
Hermione moaned in her hoarse voice as her still-sensitive pussy sent a spark of pleasure as Harry quickened his thrust. She needed Harry to finish quick; she knew she couldn't take his big cock anymore, and she knew the perfect way to make him fill her pussy with his cum.
She pulled Harry's face down and kissed him hungrily, moaning in his mouth. She then pulled and began the trail of kisses to his ear and bit his ear, making him hiss in pain.
"Merlin Harry, you fuck me so good," Hermione moaned in his ears. "You are right, I do want other girls to watch me get fucked by you."
"Oh shit," Harry hissed in pleasure.
"But more than that, I want to watch you fuck other girls," Hermione purred in his ears, and she squeezed his cock by tightening her walls.
"Oh, fuck Hermione, if you keep doing that, I am going to cum," Harry grunted as he closed his eyes and quickened his thrust.
Hermione gasped and almost cummed again, but she held on because she wanted Harry to finish first.
"You know what I want and what my fantasy is, Harry." Hermione moaned each word with each thrust of his cock deep in her.
"What?" Harry rasped out.
Hermione smirked. "I want to watch you fuck my friends." She purred and felt his breath hitch and his pace falter, telling her he was close, so she pressed on.
"I want to watch you cover Padma's beautiful face with your cum. I want you to fuck Susan's huge tits and cum on them, and I want to watch you fuck and break Daphne's tight pussy and claim her as yours," Hermione moaned wantonly, and that did it.
"OF FUCK YES!" Harry yelled, and with one last plunge, he thrust his whole cock inside her pussy and unloaded his cum.
Hermione's mouth opened in a silent scream as the feeling of Harry's hot, thick cum in her pussy triggered her own orgasm, and her body spasmed in pleasure.
They both lay there in their embraces until finally Harry stopped painting her walls white and Hermione's legs stopped shaking. Harry dropped down beside her on the couch, not wanting to crush her, and they both lay there, breathing heavily while looking at the ceiling in silence.
"So.." Harry broke the silence and turned to her, leaning on his elbow. "What was that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What was what?" Hermione tried to act nonchalant.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "You know what I mean. What was that about me fucking your friend in the end?"
Hermione shrugged. "Just dirty talk."
"That didn't sound like a dirty task to me; it sounded as if you really wanted me to fuck your friends," Harry said.
Hermione tried not to blush under his intense gaze and shook her head. "Harry, you are thinking too deeply."
Wanting to end the conversation, she looked around until her eyes landed on the clock, and she gasped, "Look at the time. We need our sleep; classes start tomorrow, and you know I don't like to be late."
She then stood up but fell back down on the couch as her legs were too wobbly, still suffering the aftermath of the pounding she just received.
Harry laughed, and Hermione glared at him with her face blushing in embarrassment.
"Don't laugh, Harry! This is your fault." She huffed, and Harry just laughed harder.
She then slowly stood on her feet, and after a last half-hearted glare at the still-laughing Harry, she collected her clothes and made her way to the girl's dorm stairs, but was stopped by Harry.
"Hermione," he called, and she turned around to see him smirking at her with mirth in his eyes.
"What?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
"Are you sure you want to go like this?" Harry snickered and nodded towards her legs.
Hermione looked down at what he was pointing at and saw his white semen dripping from her lips and sliding on her thighs.
She looked back at him and shrugged. "So what?"
Harry stopped snickering, and his eyes widened. "Wait, seriously?" he asked in shock.
"If anyone is up to this late, see me, then let them know that I just got a great shag." Hermione smirked at his shocked face.
"What happened to the innocent Hermione Granger that I knew?" Harry gaped at her.
"Well, you quite literally fucked her out of me," she winked at him, and then she went up to her room on shaky legs.
Harry sat there in shock until he finally shook his head. "Fucking hell, what a wild day," he muttered as all the events of the day went through his mind, starting with the Hogwarts Express and meeting Hermione's beautiful friends. And were they flirting with him? He didn't know.
And after that Tri Wizard tournament announcement, finding out Maria was going to come to Hogwarts in two months, and then the unexpected but surprising talk with Dumbledore, and now ending with the amazing sex with Hermione.
It truly was a wild day. Not wanting to stay anymore and feeling his eyes close in sleep, Harry put his clothes on and, with a drying and cleaning charm on the couch to clean up all the evidence, he finally went to his bed and fell asleep as soon as he dropped down on it.
The first ray of sunlight on his face woke Harry up. He sat and stretched his arms, opening the knots in his body, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
It was the first day of class for the new term; he already had a crazy opening day, and now he was ready for what this year's would bring.
Harry left his bed and looked at Ron's to check on him, and he saw him still snoring loudly. Shaking his head, he took his clothes and went to the bathroom to get fresh and clean.
Half an hour later, he was fresh and ready to start his day. He went down to the common room and found it lightly packed. Looking around, he saw Ginny sitting on a very familiar couch; it was the same couch that he and Hermione had defiled the previous night.
Hiding his mirth, Harry walked to her and sat on the chair beside the couch.
"Good morning, Ginny." He greeted her with a smile.
"Harry, good morning to you as well," Ginny returned his smile. "Had a good sleep?" She asked innocently.
Harry nodded. "The first night of sleep back here is always the best one."
"Hmm, especially the one after good sex," she smirked.
Harry's eyebrow raised in shock. "How did you know".
Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Harry. Once Hermione told me she was going to wait for you, I knew you two randy would shag." She then leaned closer to whisper, "By the way, where did you fuck, in your bed or somewhere else?"
Harry bit his cheek from smiling and, with a straight face, answered, "Right where you are sitting."
Ginny's eyes widened, and she jumped off the couch with a squeak.
"WHAT THE FUCK! You two couldn't find any other place," Ginny shouted at Harry, who was laughing his ass off.
"What happened? Why are you shouting, Ginny?"
As if the god were enjoying this as well, Hermione came at the right time and asked the pale-faced Ginny.
"What happened is that you two have degraded my favourite couch," Ginny yelled, pointing at the confused Hermione and the still-laughing Harry.
"Hssh Ginny," Hermione hissed at the red head. "Will you please stop shouting and tell me what's the problem?" She asked calmly.
"The problem is that you and Harry have ruined my couch by fucking on it," Ginny whispered furiously.
Hermione's eyes widened, and her face turned red. She looked at Harry, "You told her." She hissed at him.
Harry finally stopped laughing and raised his hand. "Woah, woah, don't come at me. I didn't tell her anything; she already knew because you told her that you were going to wait for me." He said defensively, not wanting to be accused of something he didn't do.
Hermione sighed and turned to the enraged witch. "Ginny, look, we are sorry. It wasn't our intention to do it here; it just happened, and it is just a couch," she said with her face still red.
"Just a couch!" Ginny exclaimed and then brought her voice down as Hermione hissed at her again. "It's not just a couch; it's my favourite one in which I have been sitting and doing my homework since first year, and now, whenever I sit on it, all I could think of would be of you two shagging on this," she bemoaned.
Harry really, really tried his best not to open his mouth, but he still did. "At least I dried it, Ginny, so you don't have to feel how wet Hermione made this couch last night," he said innocently.
"HARRY!" It was Hermione who was now shouting at him while Ginny cried and rubbed her face while muttering about her "poor, pretty couch".
All the while, Harry just laughed.
After a few minutes that took Ginny to calm down, all three made their way to the Great Hall together for breakfast. They arrived there and found it half full, so they took their seats on their house bench.
Harry pilled his plate with a healthy breakfast filled with vegetables for the proteins and nutrients. They start eating while chatting with their housemates.
Because of his talk with Dumbledore after the feast last night, Harry wasn't able to talk with his housemates, especially his Quidditch teammates, something he rectified now as he talked and laughed with them.
He had missed this: the banter with the chaser trio, the twins pulling pranks, and then getting their ears picked by the trio. This was all something he had really missed during the break.
The main talk across all the house tables was obviously about the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It was clear that everyone above the age of 17 was going to take part, but they still didn't know how the selection would be done.
For Harry, even if Professor McGonagall had not firmly ordered him to enter, he would have done it by his own choice. For the whole summer, he had not only spent it touring; he had also trained hard and pushed himself harder to get her stronger and better.
But he wouldn't know if he was really progressing without testing himself, and this tournament was exactly what he needed; he had a chance to test and prove himself among the three biggest wizarding schools in Europe that he was worthy of his fame.
Professor McGonagall ordering him was just the icing on the cake, but it motivated him more to do his best and make her proud.
"Mr. Potter"
Well, what a coincidence! Harry thought as he turned and saw the very woman he was thinking of.
"Good morning, professor." Harry smiled brightly.
"Good morning to you too," Minerva greeted back with a small smile. "Now I came here to give you and Ms. Granger your schedule here," she said, handing them their schedule.
"I expect you to give your best this year in your studies, Mr. Potter, even though there is a tournament," she said sternly.
Harry nodded. "Don't worry, professor, I am going to do my best in my studies and the tournament," he said determinedly.
"Good, make sure you do," Minerva said with a soft smile, and she left to distribute the schedules.
Harry turned to Hermione, who was reading her schedule, and asked, "So which one is our first class?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Guess."
Harry groaned, "Oh, come on! Why do we always have that ugly bat class first, and please tell me we don't share it with Slytherin?" He begged Hermione, but her sigh was all the answer he needed, and his head dropped on the table as he cried and cursed his luck.
Hermione patted his back in comfort while Ginny giggled at his reaction.
"There there, Harry, come on, as bad as it is, if we get there late, it would be much worse," Hermione said with sympathy.
Realising her point, Harry stood up, took his school bag, and began his long journey to the dungeons with Hermione.
People who passed by them snickered as they saw the depressed face of Harry, who looked as if he were marching to his own funeral.
He was so not ready for the first class of the year.
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And now on to this chapter. You could see we are finally at Hogwarts, and I believe Dumbledore's actions might have shocked you as well. For that, I want to clarify that I am not going to bash Dumbledore. He made some mistakes in his life, but Harry is not going to have a grudge against him for that. Dumbledore would become Harry's friend and mentor, and he would be one of the reasons Harry would become powerful enough to defeat Voldemort in the future.
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