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"You don't have to do that, Hermione," Harry said, and he meant it. "I'd like to make love to you."

She stared at him until her lip started trembling. "I'm really good at it." She touched his hand and then his cock, which was ready for action—he had skipped masturbating the previous night in the distant hope that something might happen today. He didn't want her to cry again. "How do you want me?" he finally asked.

She brightened immediately. "Could you stand up so I can kneel down?"

Damn. How could he refuse?

He nodded, and she nearly clapped her hands before jumping off the bed. Harry rolled to the edge and noticed the thick carpet beside the bed. He looked at her, but she was already getting into position. Her nipples were still erect as she sat back on her heels and looked at him with those beautiful brown eyes. He tried to recall if anyone had ever asked him to take such a position, and he couldn't remember a single woman who had. This night was getting better and better.

"I've never been with someone as big as you, Harry," she said with an impossibly sincere tone. He was tempted to make a snarky comment but her expression was so earnest that he held back. He stood in front of her, and she reached out to take his cock in one hand and lick the tip, already slick with pre-cum. She closed her eyes, dragging her tongue over the head, and with her other hand, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them.

"I don't know how long I can last, Hermione, and I don't want to..." He hesitated. Waste one? That sounded dismissive in his head. Finish in your mouth? That sounded arrogant. So he just shut up.

Hermione simply licked his cock and kept her eyes on him. She slid her tongue down his shaft and licked his balls, one after the other, then slid back up to the head and took him into her mouth. She released him when her wonderful lips wrapped around him and reached for his hands, then guided them to the sides of her head. Her intentions were clear, so he gently held her head as she clasped her hands behind her back.

Harry had watched enough porn—who hadn't?—to know what she was telling him. He had never done anything so aggressive with anyone and wasn't sure he wanted to start with Hermione. Still, she felt so good as she took his head deep into her mouth, almost too far because she made small gagging sounds each time he thrust. He held her head, trying not to push too deep, but she leaned in as well, intentionally gagging herself despite his efforts. It felt almost like they were at odds, and when she reached up and took his hands from the sides of her face, Harry felt embarrassed that he had been too aggressive.

But Harry was wrong. As Hermione signaled she didn't want him holding her head, she reached around and grabbed his ass with her hands to push his cock down her throat. He had never been deep-throated before and had to admit it was a unique and exhilarating experience. She didn't gag excessively but just enough to be incredibly sexy. When he looked down and saw her nose pressed against his pubic hair, he was astonished. With the ease of a seasoned porn star, she began to fuck her face with his cock. Harry quickly lost control and tried to pull back, explaining that he couldn't hold back any longer, but it only excited her more. She pulled him in with an almost vise-like grip as his cum exploded into her throat. She swallowed without choking while he babbled apologies for losing control. When his cock finally stopped spurting, she leaned back and looked up at him.

"I wanted that, Harry," she whispered.

"I wanted to make love to you, Hermione," he almost groaned, but she smiled and shook her head.

"We have all night for that."

Harry would like to say he made love to Hermione all night, but that would be a lie. They fell asleep in each other's arms and then made love in the morning. It was nice. Not earth-shattering like the way she took him the night before, on her knees and deep in her throat, just pleasant. Which was a bit disappointing but not bad. For Harry, the important thing was that he had wanted to be with Hermione since he first saw her in the dog park over a year ago, and now he woke up in her bed, kissed her good morning before she invited him to fuck her, spreading her legs for his morning wood. It was great.

Just not earth-shattering.

"So," he said when they were done, and she was snuggled into his arm again, "where did you learn to do what you did last night?" He looked at her, but she seemed to be deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"I've always been turned on by being submissive."

Harry tried to think before saying something stupid, but he was blown away. "Wait a minute. That guy never finished on you, but you knelt in front of him and let him fuck your face?" She didn't answer, just nodded, still not looking at him. He turned to her, but she hid her head. "Why would you do that, Hermione?" She looked away from him. Finally, he touched her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Why?"

"It's hard to explain, Harry. And it wasn't just Cornac."

"So all your boyfriends were jerks?"

She looked at him, and he saw the pain in her eyes. "No, it wasn't like that," she said in a tone that wasn't very convincing.

"Damn, Hermione," he said, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. "That's awful."

"It wasn't that bad," she whispered. They held each other for a long time without speaking. Finally, Harry let her go and stood up. She looked at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes, and his heart nearly melted. God, he wanted to make everything better for her in the worst way.

"Where did you meet him?" he asked, wanting to change the subject and learn everything about that asshole.

"He was a friend of a friend who came here for a party." She didn't continue, so he pressed her.

"You have parties here?" He knew it sounded strange, but for some reason, he couldn't picture Hermione being so social as to host a group of people. Harry was a rather private guy and had never hosted a party himself.

She smiled shyly. "I'm not a complete loser, Harry." Then she looked at him in horror. "I didn't mean to imply..."

Harry laughed. "No offense taken, Hermione." It was as if she read his mind. "Was it your idea or your roommates'?"

She bowed her head and whispered, "Obligated."

"So he was a friend of one of their friends?" She nodded, not looking at him. Suddenly, everything started to make sense. "Did he...?" Harry stopped himself before he said something really stupid. "Was he really interested in them?" She glanced at him with a faint smile.

"No, that's not what I meant. He was, but he wouldn't admit it."

"Okay. I guess I've always wondered, so it's a fair question." She looked at him again with those sad eyes, and his heart ached for her.

"Why do you think that, Hermione?"

"You haven't met my roommates, Harry." She frowned, and suddenly everything clicked for him.

"Are you...? He didn't really know how to finish the question. She didn't need him to.

"Insecure? Jealous? Probably. Does it matter?" She looked away again, and he saw her eyes well up. Damn, he hated himself, almost as much as he hated her fucking roommates.

"Maybe you should ask them to leave, Hermione." She turned to him with wide eyes and an open mouth in shock.

"No, I could never do that," she whispered.

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, I could never afford this place without them. But..."

"But what?"

"I'd miss them. Terribly." She looked at him, and suddenly he understood.

"Are you in love with one of them?" he asked, devastated, but he had to know.

"I think I'm in love with both of them," she whispered.

"Fuck, Hermione. Do they know?"

She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "No, absolutely not. I would never..."

"Never what?"

She looked away again, and Harry was almost certain he heard her voice catch in her throat, but she spoke so softly he couldn't be sure. Then she said something that left no doubt in his mind.

"They're in love with each other."

"Really?" Harry was stunned. There was no other word for it.

"Yes," she whispered so quietly that he took her in his arms again. "I'm fine," she said, but she let him hold her. "I'm fine."

"How long...?"

"Years."

Harry swallowed. "How many?"

She looked at him. "Too many."

His heart sank. "So what do we do, Hermione? What am I doing here?" He stepped back from Harry and took his hands in hers.

"You don't understand, Harry. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even been with a woman. I wouldn't know what to do. I just admire them. It's not like I desire them sexually. At least, I don't think I do, but I'll never know. I could never do something like that." She squeezed his hands and looked at him with those brown eyes, full of tears. "I like you, Harry. A lot. I desire you, if that wasn't clear last night." She looked down again, choking on her words. "But I could never ask them to leave. Never."

"They might leave on their own, Hermione. What about that possibility?"

She looked away and shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about that, is there?" She looked at him again. "I know it's stupid, but I have to come to terms with it. I understand that."

"Is that why I'm here, Hermione?" Harry's tone was rough, but he had to know before he fell any deeper. He was tired of being the one left behind. Not once had he been the one leaving instead of the one being left.

"No, Harry. Absolutely not. I like you, and you're not just a substitute for something I know I'll never have. I don't even know if I'd want it. I've never..." She looked away again. "I've never done anything with a girl. Anything."

"So how do you know...?"

"I don't, that's exactly my point." She reached for his face and caressed his cheek. "I've never kissed a girl, never touched another girl's breast, or... She leaned in and kissed his lips. "I can't even imagine doing what you did to me last night. But I loved it when you did it." She kissed him again. "I really enjoyed it, Harry." She tilted her head and looked at him through her lashes. It was almost comical, but not quite. It was really hot.

"I enjoyed it too," Harry said in a low tone.

"And I loved sucking you," she whispered. "I know I love that, and I know I'm good at it."

"You're amazing, Hermione." He placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her close to kiss her. She returned the kiss enthusiastically. "But I still can't understand how you're so good at it and never got anything in return."

"Really? Do I need to spell it out for you?" She looked at him sideways, and he blushed and looked away. "Fucking jerk."

"Yeah, I guess so. But I never made a big deal out of it." She looked at her hands on her lap as they sat naked on the bed. "I'm not one to make a fuss, you know?"

Harry touched her chin to kiss her again. "Maybe we should work on that."

"I'd like that, Harry. I'd like that a lot."

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