Author's Note:

Missed Opportunities is back! This one's a Harry/Hermione one, I hope you enjoy. Also, I am still taking requests for chapter prompts, but to be blunt I will not be writing a chapter involving Harry and his mother, as while I know this is just fanfic, I still find it uncomfortable. If you want to read that, that's fine, but I won't be writing it. Anyways, on to the chapter!

Blowing Off Steam

Harry really missed Ron and Hermione speaking to each other. Ron was obviously still the funny, great friend to Harry he'd been before, and Hermione was the same witty and passionate version of herself she'd always been, but there was something missing when they weren't there to balance each other out. Not to mention Harry was getting really sick of having to balance his time between them.

This happened to be what Harry was doing as he sat in the library with Hermione, complaining about how he was expected to find a date to Slughorn's Christmas party. "I mean honestly, why do I even need a bloody date to the party? Surely Slughorn knows I don't even want to be at the stupid thing, who am I supposed to ask?"

"Oh for goodness sake Harry, shut up and get over it already," Hermione snapped quietly, "Is it that hard to just ask some random girl in the whole school? Honestly, anyone would go with you."

"Oh? If it's that easy than who are you going with?" Harry retorted angrily.

"I'm going with Cormac," Hermione said haughtily, trying to seem confident but letting a slight hint of embarrassment creep into her voice.

"Cormac? Not Mclaggen surely?" Harry asked incredulously, "How can you lecture me about it being so easy to find a good date when you're going with Mclaggen?"

"He's nice," Hermione said defensively. Harry merely raised his eyebrows in response. "Okay, so he's a bit big-headed," she admitted reluctantly, "But it's still better than being too much of a coward to ask anyone at all."

"Well, someone has some pent up frustration," Harry said dryly, smirking at her.

"Well then how about you help me blow off some steam," she snapped irritably, "Room of Requirements, eleven tonight." And with that she stormed out of the library. Harry's mouth hung open in shock. Had she really just...

He shook his head in bewilderment, not knowing what to do next. Deciding to meet Hermione like she'd requested, he stood up and began walking back to Gryffindor tower to wait until eleven and see what his bushy-haired friend had in store. As the clock ticked down, Harry couldn't believe he was really going to take her up on this. It's Hermione, he thought, she's my best friend, I can't just... Maybe it's not what I think it is, I at least have to find out, don't I?

He looked up and realized it was only 5 minutes until eleven, so he got up from the armchair he'd sat in and exitted the portrait hole, starting his trek to the room of requirement.

As he reached the infamous corridor, he walked back and fourth three times as always, chanting in his mind the whole time, I need a place to meet Hermione.

A door appeared in the wall and he walked towards it apprehensively, feeling nervous and a bit unsure of what he was about to do. He reached forward and turned the doorknob, opened the door slowly and found a hallway with another door slightly ajar at the end of it.

He slipped through the doorway and quickly walked to the slightly open door, and then stopped suddenly in shock. Now that he was closer to the door, he could hear what sounded like a girl whimpering in pleasure and breathing heavily. Harry's mouth went dry and he didn't know what to do next. Is that really her? Surely I can't go in when I know she's doing... that.

He stood there for a moment, and then decided he would go in. Before he could talk himself out of it, he opened the door.

His mouth dropped open as he took in the sight in front of him. The room was relatively plain aside from a large bed in the middle, adorned with pillows and blankets in Gforoffindor Red and Gold. Most shocking of all was what was on the bed. Hermione laid before him in a skimply blue bra and knickers, one hand squeezing her breasts and the other gently rubbing between her legs over her knickers. She looked up at him and smiled coyly.

"Do you like what you see, Harry?" she pushed her knickers to the side so Harry could see how wet she was, "How about you take off your clothes and come help me relax, hmm?"

Harry stood there in shock for a few more moments before he obliged her, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and pushing down his trousers. He strode over to the bed and crawled on top of Hermione, kissing her passionately as she moved her hands to his back to pull him even further down onto her. The feeling of her breasts under his cheast was driving him absolutely mad as he sucked her her bottom lip and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. He moved down to kiss her neck, sucking and licking at her skin, down to her collarbone and back up. He moved to the side of her neck and sucked hard, making her moan loudly and wantonly in a way Harry didn't know she could. He moved up and sucked her earlobe, then whispered huskily in her ear. "You have too many clothes on."

"Mmm, so do you," she whimpered, "Take my clothes off."

"Only if you take mine off," Harry whispered. Hermione did not need to be told twice, she quickly moved her small hands to his boxers and yanking them down desperately. Harry returned the favor, unhooking her bra with one hand and yanking her knickers down with the other. Both discarded the other's clothes onto the floor and this time it was Hermione's turn to take control. She pounced on him desperately and continued kissing him urgently as he grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed. She made a mewling noise and rubbed against him wantonly. Suddenly she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him quickly, and the view of her above him was the best thing he'd ever seen.

"I need you so much," she panted breathlessly. She lined his cock up with her entrance and licked her lips, then lowered herself onto him with a loud groan of satisfaction.

"Oh Harry, you're so big, I feel so full," she moaned, beginning to ride him slowly at first. The feeling of being inside her was the greatest thing Harry had ever felt, she was so tight and hot and he had to make aa conscious effort not to embarrass himself right then. Hermione's face was alight with pleasure as she began to speed up. She bounced on him enthusiastically and began to scream in pleasure. "Oh yes, Harry, that feels so good, I needed this so much!"

She rode him frantically, and when Harry once again roughly grabbed one of her breasts and pinched a nipple, it sent Hermione over the edge. She squealed and continued to bounce on him until her orgasm reached it's end. Harry finished at the same time and released stream after stream of cum into her as she rode out her orgasm. Finally, she collapsed onto him, panting and looking extremely satisfied.

"That helped me relax, I really needed that."

"I'm glad I could help," Harry said, still shocked that this had happened, "Just let me know if you want to do that again, I definitely won't complain."

She chuckled and leaned forward to peck his lips, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."