"… we should have tried this when we were back in Hogwarts," Hermione found herself moaning. "It might have helped me when I was obsessing about exams too much." She wasn't exaggerating. The truth bombs Harry dropped in the last few minutes had been enough

A part of her wanted to get angry at him for not telling anything before, but he had already mentioned that he was dealing with some kind of probation period. Considering how easily he revealed his secrets, Hermione was willing to bet everything that previously, he wasn't allowed to talk.

And, unlike Fleur's bets, it would be one Hermione would win.

Of course, technically, Harry only mentioned it after she asked, but he must have known that baiting her with that invisibility trick would make her question him, and he explained the first moment he asked —

Her thoughts were interrupted by another spank, then he stood up, lifting her with him, fucking her without a pause. "What was that for?" she asked.

"You're thinking too much. It's clear that I'm not fucking you hard enough," he said.

Hermione wanted to argue, but when he took a step forward, he also brought her body down, pushing himself fully inside. It wasn't the first time she was filled by his full presence, but as he walked while he was fully buried inside, it hit differently.

Different enough that she abandoned her questions completely.

"Oh, yes, Harry! You're splitting me, you bastard," she moaned, then leaned forward to happily kiss him. He responded, his tongue scouring her mouth as aggressively as his cock.

"And, are you happy that I have no condom," Harry growled between kisses, his tone enough to make her shiver.

Still, she felt like teasing her. "I don't think I have to worry about it, do I?" she asked. Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised by her statement. "Well, you have cum on Fleur so much that you must be running empty. I'm lucky to squeeze a few drops," Hermione teased. She smiled mischievously as she said that, feeling happy that she could tease him back even as she was about to drown in pleasure. It felt like progress.

Harry's smirk was downright predatory. "That sounds like a challenge to me. What's the bet, then?"

Unlike Fleur, Hermione wasn't driven by her pride, so the moment she saw the gleam on in his eyes, she knew it was a bet she would lose. A problem, but not a big one. She could refuse to make a bet, of course, but that wouldn't be fun. Instead, she decided to give a forfeit that they both would enjoy. "If I lose, I will convince Fleur for a threesome."

That earned a laugh from him. "That doesn't sound like a punishment for losing to me," he said with a knowing smile. Hermione blushed. "But still workable with a small change. That's your reward if you win."

"And, if I lose," Hermione asked excitedly as she bounced up and down on his cock, treated like a toy for his joy.

"The bet is still the same, but I pick the girl. How about it?"

The idea that he was looking for even more girls was supposed to make her angry, but it did not. Certainly not after how much she had enjoyed kissing Fleur. Nowhere near how much she enjoyed Harry, but far more excitement she had ever felt toward Ron. "As long as she's someone interesting," she said.

"Oh, trust me. She'll be," he said with a smirk. "I can't wait."

"Well, first, you have to win, and there's no guarantee," Hermione said. She didn't have much confidence to win the bet, but she knew it would galvanize Harry … and that was the greatest victory she could ever hope for.

She was right. He took a step toward the wall before he let her go, and let her feet touch the floor. She doubted that she could manage to stand without help, but she didn't need to test it. The moment her feet touched the ground, he flipped her, and she found herself facing against the wall as he pressed from behind, squeezing her.

With her body pinned in place, he started moving even faster, the sound of their bodies clapping deafening. "Look at you, Miss Perfect. Not even two days since losing your virginity, and you're already making bets on how much I can cum, and planning for threesomes."

Hermione let out a solitary chuckle. She was amused, but between her helpless moans and gasping for breath, that was all she was able to let out. "Well, I was always — an overachiever. Why should it be any different when it comes to — sex," she responded, proud that she was able to deliver that sentence with only two interruptions.

"Well, you're already doing better than Fleur, so that's something to be proud of," he chuckled. She felt herself tighten at his words. "Wow, it's really true about nerds being kinkier, right? I'm comparing you to another girl I was fucking just minutes ago, and your only reaction is arousal."

"I — aim — to — please," she gasped.

"Not so chatty now, are you?" he teased.

This time, Hermione kept her lips shut, knowing that it was getting hard to put together a full sentence. Some challenges were best left untouched. Instead, she just focused on her pleasure, dancing at the edge of a climax. She was about to orgasm.

Any second now…

Almost…

Wait…

"Harry," Hermione gasped as she focused on his movements, and realized that he was slowing down just as she was about to climax, the unexpected switch preventing her from topping down. "What are you doing."

"I remembered something," he said.

Hermione waited for him to continue. He did not. She tried to push her ass out to bring herself to climax. That failed as well. "What?" she gasped.

"Rude," he chuckled but continued moving slowly. "But, I realized that we didn't put a measurement on how to measure our bet." He made a show of humming for a long while, his hips getting slower and slower.

Hermione tried to reach her pussy to bring herself to completion, but he grabbed her hands, raising them above her head. She was helpless to react. It was a thrilling position, just not enough to let her climax. Just brought her to the edge.

She knew it was not an accident. "Please, Harry, decide on it, and let me cum."

"Well, only because you said please," he said. "I have a fair idea. I'm going to fill your mouth. If you can catch every drop without spilling, you win. If not, I win."

"F-fair," Hermione whispered. "Now, please. Fuck me and let me cum."

"Who am I to refuse the wishes of my beautiful lady," he said and he started rilling mercilessly, each push forcing her to cry louder. Soon, she was shivering as the orgasm hit, but he didn't stop, clearly determined to give her a second orgasm before he finished.

Hermione had no problem with that plan. She just abandoned herself to pleasure as she was fucked against her living door, helplessly pinned while time lost its meaning. "Yes, Harry. Fuck me. I'm your slut," she gasped as the second orgasm hit.

"Let's test your slut skills, then," he said as he pulled back. Hermione found herself on her knees, her mouth once again filled with his presence. He didn't push to her throat this time, but only because he was already throbbing with excitement.

"Cum in my mouth, fill me," she gasped.

"Not yet," he said, then waved his hand. Her magical camera floated from her bedroom and landed in his hand. "We need to record the bet for official purposes," he said.

Hermione had some ideas about who could be a judge, but she wasn't able to share them. "Open your pretty mouth, beautiful. It's time."

Hermione knew that she would lose, but she still wanted to fight. Of course, if he could cum even half of what he was able to do during their first time, but after spending all that time with Fleur, he must have at least suffered enough to give her a fighting chance.

Right?

As he started spurting into her mouth, it didn't take long for her to realize she was mistaken. He exploded again and again, filling her mouth enough that she wasn't able to hold it in … especially since he was cheating.

With his mouth filling her mouth, there wasn't a lot of space. She should have been more careful in setting the rules.

Still, she wasn't exactly despondent as his seed spilled out her desperate lips, staining her tits. "Smile, beautiful," he said as he took several photos even as he pulled out. However, he was still cumming. A few strings of cum landed on her face and her tits, staining her even further.

And, he recorded every moment of it, even as she swallowed his reward. "Well, you win," she whispered, not exactly torn up about her defeat. "Since Fleur is not an option, who do you want? Cho or Ginny, for old times' sake. Maybe I should see if Angelica or Alicia is interested in getting in contact with their old seeker."

"Good ideas, but I haven't decided yet," he said. "I'll tell you when I have an idea."

Hermione suddenly found herself smirking, her mind churning with ideas. "How about another bet. I'll arrange a surprise for you, and if you like it, I get a pick of my own. If you don't like it, I join Fleur when she loses her bet and has to serve you for a day."

"Tempting," he muttered. "Both the bet and the potential reward. Deal."

As he said that, he took a few more photos. "You look amazing covered in my cum. We need to do this more."

"We should…" Hermione muttered, then frowned. "How the hell you were able to cum that much. The human body has its limits."

Harry smirked. "Not mine," he said, and to her surprise, he made a small cut to his finger, one that recovered almost immediately. "One of the minor perks I have from my new job. Minor regeneration. It works wonders for recovering blood and…"

"Other bodily fluids," Hermione completed, couldn't help but smirk at the situation. She might have been annoyed, but she had long realized she would lose that bet. She absentmindedly rubbed his cum against her breasts, admitting that, since she was destined to lose, losing spectacularly was far more entertaining.

At least, it made some entertaining memories. Permanent ones.

For a moment, she wondered how Ron would react if she sent them to him, but decided against it. Not because she was suddenly filled with pity, but because she didn't want to show him her naked body.

Maybe she should arrange another photoshoot, this time with her clothes so she could share. No, she decided. It would be too mean with Ron's perpetual jealousy. She wouldn't do that … unless, of course, Ron did something to deserve it.