Chapter 9 - The Midnight Visit
"We're going to find out what we would be missing."
Harry heard the words she said but didn't see them leave her lips, he was too focused on her sexy, voluptuous body that she'd just revealed to him. The soft curls of her hair barely touched the cleavage enhanced by a white lace balconette bra with black straps and boning that split each cup into three, flower-adorned 'petals'. Her soft and toned stomach was flawless, save for a small mole midway between her navel and hip. Her knickers, the behind currently hidden from view, were the same black material, but with a crystal-topped tiny white bow in the centre of the top waistband. Her slim legs had no footwear, but were toned and shapely and the same flawless ivory skin tone of the rest of her.
Hunger consumed him. With a flick of his wrist, Harry flung the book onto his bedside table, threw off his duvet and began to swing his bare legs over the side of the bed.
"No," Hermione said softly, her eyes roving hungrily over his bare chest and the tentpole in his boxers, "Stay right there, lie down."
Like a prowling panther, she climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled slowly over to him on her hands and knees, eventually sitting on her ankles between Harry's legs. Harry felt like he couldn't breathe, he was transfixed. Could this really be happening?
"So if I join you in your…group of witches I'd be the leader, the head witch?" she clarified quietly.
"Yes," Harry breathed, struggling to find words.
"Well then," she said, leaning forward and reaching for the waistband of his boxers. I guess I should see if I can live up to the name: 'Head' witch."
Pulling down his boxers came with some difficulty due to the tenting and Harry's cock came springing into the air. Hermione's expression became somewhere between lustful and studious as she reached forward a hand, grasping his shaft gently as she examined him.
"I'd almost forgotten," she voiced her thoughts aloud, "It's large, very…rigid…what if I…?"
She pulled the head of Harry's cock back towards her and released it, making it twang. Hermione let out an adorable little giggle of laughter.
"Did you just…giggle at my dick?" Harry asked, unsure whether to be amused or offended.
"I'm trying not to be nervous, okay?" she replied with a blush, "I know you're okay with…being my master but I…I want to please you."
"I think I'm nervous enough for the both of us," Harry laughed awkwardly finding his voice, "We can take that kind of thing slowly. I just want this to go right."
"Me too," Hermione smiled, "This is my first time trying this though. Any tips?"
"Honestly?" Harry replied, "The best ones, you're careful with teeth, spit on it first, and treat it like you need it to breathe."
"I can do that," Hermione said warmly, running her small hands up Harry's thighs, "How deep do you prefer?"
"How deep can you go?" Harry asked.
It wasn't a challenge, Hermione was a novice, after all, but her eyebrows along with her mouth quirked as if it were. Taking Harry's member again in her hands, she looked down at it, examining it, before letting a large amount of saliva drip all over the head. In one, slow movement she wrapped her warm mouth around his cock-head and pushed her head down. She went further. And further. By the time she looked up at him with enticing chocolatey eyes, her nose was brushing against his trimmed public hair, his entire length in her mouth and throat. She held the position for a moment, rubbing her soft tongue tantalisingly on the back of his shaft before quickly rising up and off him with a gasp.
"Blimey, Hermione," Harry said, his back un-tensing as his cock was freed from her onslaught.
She smirked at him, "I might not have completely told the truth. Once I saw how big you were at the party, I might've been…studying with a brush I transfigured.
"You've been studying how to suck my cock?" Harry asked in amazement.
"Oh studying how to suck it, fuck it…see if it will fit in my ass," she said nonchalantly, stroking him languidly.
Her words hung in the air, Harry felt it was a miracle he didn't come right there and then.
"Wow," Harry whispered.
Hermione grinned, sexily "Oh yes, I've made sure to have lots of practice, but I got the measurements wrong. This is bigger than it was at the party."
"Is it?" Harry asked.
"Mhm, I'm afraid I'm going to need more practice, what a shame," she said with a giggle, "I guess I'll have to practise on the real thing."
"Practice makes perfect." Harry grinned.
"No better time like the present," Hermione replied softly and without warning again, she drooled on him and this time took him into her mouth with fervour, going about halfway before starting to Bob her head up and down, sucking and licking him like his cock was made of the elixir of life. Harry couldn't help but moan out loud at the sensation. She was better than even Romilda, how was Hermione so immediately good at everything?! There was no way he was going to be able to last. He felt his balls beginning to tighten but then she looked up at him again, her eager, gorgeous brown eyes boring up into him and he knew that it was over. His toes clenched.
"'Mione, I'm gonna…"
Taking his warning, she deep-throated him once more, pulling him all the way in and holding him there as he fired his load right down her throat. Again and again, he shot into her mouth, and when he was done, she drew back, swallowed loudly and took a big gasp of air before wiping her watering eyes.
"Her…Hermione…that was…the best." Harry panted.
She giggled. "Guessing I got an O, she said, or rather you did. It didn't taste bad either, that's not what I'd heard, I heard a guy's stuff was supposed to be disgusting."
Harry was still too speechless to form a cohesive sentence. She looked down again and could see that he was softening.
"Ah," she said, "I forgot it can take a while for guys to be ready to go again."
"Yeah," Harry said, "If I'd have known you would've been that amazing maybe I would've-"
His train of thought stopped again as she sat back up on her ankles and started reaching behind her back before Harry heard of soft 'click'.
"Maybe if I solved a little mystery for you…" she said softly, slipping the black straps of her bra from her shoulders.
She shivered under his gaze as Harry took in the most incredible breasts he would ever see. Perfectly symmetrical, her high, retrousse cleavage was round at the bottom but hung ever so slightly, leaving a soft shadow at their base. They jutted out powerfully from her body, with soft pale pink nipples that were already pebbled with arousal before they hit the cool night air.
"Do you…do you like them?" Hermione asked, her blush creeping down her neck.
"They're amazing."
Hermione rolled her eyes but you smiled at him, "Of course you'd say that. You're a guy."
"No, Hermione. I'm not just saying it. Honestly, they're amazing."
"Do you think so?" Hermione said, but then looking down at his member that was standing so quickly at attention it was almost audible, she giggled, "I guess that answers that."
"Well, you can't blame me!" Harry replied, "Look at you! Of course I'd be ready to go."
Hermione bit her lip, like she didn't know what to say, "So am I… I want to?"
"What?" Harry asked, amused by the weird hesitation, "Is that a question?"
"Well it's not…" she started dropping her gaze and timidly brushed her hair behind her ear, "I just…I read a lot of books, you know that, but to relax and they're…naughty ones sometimes and…well I like the idea of being, talking dirty to you, and you to me. It's just so…against the rules…propriety and I just…well…I didn't know if you would be into it."
"Okay," Harry said, already knowing he was definitely into it, "Give me an example if I asked "Are you ready?" what would not nervous Hermione say?"
Hermione blushed, and sat back on the edge of the bed, thinking.
"I've been ready for you to punish my cunt with that big fat dick of yours ever since I saw it, sir."
Harry blinked as his cock twitched, the fact that Hermione, prim, proper Hermione would talk to that, use words like that did something to him that went well beyond just the effect of what she'd said, "Yeah the dirty talk stays," he said with a smile, "In honour of our new proposed dynamic, I feel like I need to reward you, don't I?"
He patted the side of the bed next to him for her to crawl over to.
"You do?" she asked as she moved hesitantly.
"Absolutely. In fact, I have an idea." he said, thinking about how a new dynamic could work, "For your excellent blowjob skills and for that incredible entrance, you get ten Potter points."
"And do points mean prizes?" Hermione grinned in amusement, her stomach fluttering as he ran a hand softly on the skin of her neck.
"Oh you can spend them on a number of things," Harry murmured into her ear as he kissed down her neck, "But today you get a discount on something."
"A discount on what?" she said breathily.
Bringing his hand to her cheek, he leaned in and gave her a warm, soft lingering kiss before pulling away. He couldn't help but smile. She returned it in kind and the passionate conversational moment was lost. They were both so happy, so giddily nervous at how well things seemed to be going after all this time that the lust momentarily dissipated to be replaced with pure adoration. Harry felt so giddy he thought he'd struggle to turn on the serious, dominant Harry she'd need. One look down at her amazing body fiercely brought his urges back to the fore, though, and thinking back to what she'd said about talking dirty he whispered into her ear.
The discount…I'll give you a hundred per cent discount on me figuring out how long it will take for me to eat your pussy til your legs shake."
Harry felt his cock throb as she shuddered, sexily chewed the corner of her mouth again and then swiftly splayed her shapely legs for him.
"Deal."
Immediately, he started kissing down her neck and steadily moved further down her body. While her incredible breasts were crying out for attention, he likened it to saving the best part of a meal for last. Instead, he kissed straight down the valley of her pale, sumptuous cleavage and revelling in the sensations and sheer anticipation of something she'd dreamed about finally happening, she arched her back as he made his way down her stomach. As he reached her pubic bone, she was already breathing heavily and she pushed her hips upwards, her body begging for him. At this movement, he tilted his head slightly, with a curious frown. As her hips had moved upwards, he'd been aching and ready to tear the black fabric of what he thought was a thong from her frame, yet he wasn't met by the expected simple triangle of fabric, but two thin straps that separated slightly to reveal a hint of glistening pink between them.
"Hermione?" Harry said, looking up at his girl, whose head was propped up against the headboard panting slightly as she looked down at him. She was smirking.
"Yes?" she teased.
"Are these…crotchless?"
"The Goddess demanded sexy lingerie after all."
"There's only one Goddess here today," Harry uttered, splitting the two damp black strands of fabric and gazing at her pretty pink pussy lips, moist and waiting for him.
"Oh shut uuuaaah," Hermione said, her words cut off as she moaned when he dove his tongue inside her.
"Oh God," she moaned again as he slowly began to fuck her with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her cunt. He soon felt her starting to build and switched his tongue for his finger, curling and uncurling it against her obscenely tight velvet walls that were quickly becoming less so, all the while probing at the top of her folds with his tongue, moving it over and all around her sensitive bud.
"Jesus Harry, that's…oh my God." she moaned. He could sense that she wanted more pressure from his mouth, just by the way she was now involuntarily forcing her pussy onto his tongue, but his powers told him that wasn't what she needed. Instead, he closed his whole mouth around her clit, worked up a bit of saliva and sucked on both it and it's hood, making sure to lavish it with his tongue for good measure.
"Wha? Ahhh? How are you? Ahhh! Don't stop. Don't stop…ahhAAAAHHaah. Don't you dare fucking stop."
Hermione's legs started shaking but Harry didn't change a thing, apart from pinning her bucking hips down with his free arm. Relentlessly he sucked, licked her fingers and core while she moaned,
"Oh my God Harry I'm gonna cum. I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgonna ahhh AHHahh AHHHHHHH!"
Her body shook violently as she came and Harry tried to commit the expression on Hermione's face during the first orgasm he ever gave her to memory.
"I've," she panted, "You've," she panted again, "You get to do that whenever you want,"
"Whenever I want?" Harry said amusedly.
Her exhausted eyes found his and she squinted her eyes slightly at the implication.
"Within reason," she said with a dazed smile, "Now come here, and take those boxers off."
After flinging his boxers into the black void beyond the torches' pool of elimination near his bed, Harry climbed back over to her, laying between her legs and propping himself up on his elbows. With a hand reaching up into his hair, Hermione pulled him down to kiss him tenderly, and Harry felt butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. Their kiss was slow and deep and when they finally pulled apart, both of their breathing was shaky. She beamed up at him as he gently ran his fingers down her cheek, but the adjustment of his movement to put his weight on one arm brought home to them a fact that was almost lost during their tender kiss - his length was resting along the once again closed crotchless knickers that covered her slit.
Immediately, she reached down to grab him and placed him at her entrance, pulling the two strips of silky fabric aside. They both let out a long, shaky exhale of anticipation.
"Are you sure you want to do this 'Mione'?," he said quietly, "We come at the same time, we're Siren bonded for life, neither could ever want to hurt the other and…it's your virginity."
She smiled gently up at him.
"It is and let's face it we've known since first year we'd be bonded for life in some way anyway. I'm ready. I…I love you, Harry. I think I always have."
Hermione didn't need to worry about how he would respond, she needed him to know how she felt about him, but she knew what his response would be by the look in his emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bedside torches as the words left her mouth. Harry's insides felt like they were on fire, a wonderful tingling balloon of light that swelled up inside his chest. Yes. He'd always known as well.
"I love you too," he replied and he kissed her softly, slowly pushing his length into her. Their recognition of how guttural their mutual groan into each other's mouths they gave at the moment when it first went in almost broke the moment, but instead of bursting into amused giggles they broke the kiss and stared lovingly at each other. She smiled softly again and as they kissed once more Harry slowly started moving his hips. Hermione hummed appreciatively inside his mouth and wrapping her legs around his waist, started steadily bucking her hips to meet his slow thrusts.
"Oh God," she moaned breathily, breaking the kiss again, "It's so…I'm so…"
Harry kissed down her neck and she started moaning in earnest now, the sounds she was making like music to his ears as she ran her hands across his back. Together they rolled onto their side and Harry took an appreciative feel over her pert ass, pulling her onto his cock slowly but with a hard pressure that made her moan. Revelling in the feeling of their bodies being flush with one another, Hermione came to a small orgasm, her slick walls tightening against Harry as she bucked her hips faster against him.
"Ahhh…more," she moaned, "I need to -"
She pushed him over onto his back and rushed to repair the emptiness she felt now that he'd fallen out of her. Straddling him, she quickly grabbed his length and sank onto him with a gasp. Her first time riding was initially awkward for her first view descents, but Harry helped to guide her, his hands on the curve of her waist.
"Oh, fuck that's it," Hermione moaned, moving faster and faster. Her perfect breasts jiggled erotically in Harry's gaze and he just had to bring his mouth to them, sucking on the supple flesh of her nipple.
"Yes, Harry…Oh God, they're so sensitive…Ahh..Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock. God you're so big, just…keep doing that…keep doing that…Oh God, you're gonna make me… aaaAHH!"
She came again, her legs trembling around him as she moaned loudly. Harry felt himself about the get there too. He grasped hold of her ass again, his mouth not leaving her pillowy breasts as he pulled her down onto him in time.
"Yes Harry, Ahhhh! Fuck me, oh God your so fucking deep. Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeeeeaaaaAAAAAH!
He spanked her ass hard and the budding new orgasm morphed and she changed. She became a demon, riding him ferociously as she howled at the top of her lungs. Harry couldn't keep his mouth on her breasts or not cum inside her with the sheer speed of the way she fucked. He cried out as her hot walls clamped around him and holding Harry's face to hers, she muffled their moans with a searing kiss, keeping up the pace until he'd emptied himself fully into her.
Eventually, they slowed to a stop but continued to kiss gently for a moment before they pulled away. Hermione had tears in her eyes as she lay with her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you," she said quietly, "I can feel it, the Siren magic, I feel like…I just know, because you've told me everything…I just…know you."
"You already knew me," Harry answered her, stroking her hair.
She leaned back to look him in the eyes and said, "This is different. I'm yours. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Good job I remembered to take a potion this month," she said after a while, "Don't need little Sirens running around already."
"I actually can choose when my…you know…swimmers work."
"Really? That's amazing. The potion gives me a tummy ache for the first few days."
She made a quick trip to the bathroom to pee and clean up and then they lay in bed together, soon drifting peacefully off to sleep.
The alarm on Harry's watch was a pain once again the next morning, but the kiss planted on his lips made Harry start his day with a smile.
"I need to go get my uniform and books…and brush my teeth," Hermione said, climbing out of bed and going for a quick wee.
Harry appreciatively ogled her body as she padded back into the room.
"I've just thought," Harry said, "You can have ten more points if you leave your dressing gown here and go naked under the cloak, grab your stuff and come back to get dressed here."
"Hmm," Hermione pondered comically, "What could I spend them on?"
"I'll make a list as we go, see what you like. There could be massages, a spanking or two, I might even consider letting you sit in my face as long as you keep being good."
She playfully bit the end of her finger, swaying on the spot.
"Where's the cloak?"
"Really?" Harry said in surprise, never thinking she'd go for it, "You're actually gonna?"
"Where's the cloak?" she pressed, blushing.
"In my trunk."
Harry watched her disappear under the cloak and once he was sure she was gone, he got up to take a shower. Just under fifteen minutes later as he rifled through his trunk for his books with a towel around his waist, Hermione appeared next to him wearing only her book bag, a sports bag full of clothes and a smile.
"You're back!" Harry said happily.
"I am. And I'm glad I'm glad no one's awake yet because the window was open and it blew the invisibility cloak right off my bum!"
"Nice!" Harry replied with a grin.
She turned to roll her eyes at him and frowned.
"Hey! You showered without me! We could've showered together!" Hermione said, annoyed, slapping him on the shoulder.
"I didn't know it was an option!"
"Well I'm going in without you," she said, miffed, and Harry watched her breasts hang as she bent over, unzipped her bag and marched over to the bathroom, her bum bouncing as she went.
"Hey, I can go in again!" he called after her, racing into the bathroom behind her.
"Nah ah, you had your chance" she replied, climbing into the big power shower and sliding the glass door closed in front of his face. She pulled her vine wand out of her hair and tapped the shower door, sealing it shut.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Harry exclaimed, "I should take points."
"That's just cruel, you wouldn't do that," she replied, turning on one of the many taps and a shimmering purple liquid began to splash down onto her body forming suds the moment it touched her skin.
"Fine. I wouldn't, but I'm gonna watch."
"Fine. But you aren't touching me till after class."
"Which class?" he said, pouting, sitting on the closed toilet lid.
"All of them."
Harry was pissed. As he watched her clean herself in wonder, watched the soapy suds drip over her nipples and down her stomach, he very much contemplated going to grab his wand to break the locking charm on the door, but the smug happy expression on Hermione's face was a picture. What's more, he deliberately had to abstain from wanking himself off, knowing it would just make him even more frustrated, especially if he didn't finish and she still wouldn't let him have his way with her. Instead, he watched in amazement and as she turned off the shower, he stood waiting, holding her towel out for her. She stepped out and he wrapped it around her nubile frame and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead for good measure.
"I'm gonna get you for that later," he said as together they prepared their toothbrushes.
What she said next was clearly "I'm counting on it," but it came out rather garbled with her toothbrush in her mouth, making them both grin.
It just felt right, it felt easy, getting ready for the day as if somehow they'd been doing it for years. A little while later they were about to go into the entrance hall, nervously anticipating the reaction to them being together. They'd decided to go public immediately, something that Hermione wasn't initially sure about - she didn't want to provoke the ire of Ginny or Fleur, or Lavender for that matter, but Harry had said that there was no point being all secretive about it, especially when he wanted to be as near to her as possible.
Harry held out his hand for Hermione to take, which she did, the tension leaving her shoulders.
"Together," Harry said and she nodded with a slightly nervous smile. They stepped over the Great Hall's threshold and kept walking, and Harry made a point to walk Hermione past all of the other Gryffindors in their year and sit down right at the end.
"You're…Why are you holding hands?" asked Ron frowning, looking up from his bacon.
"We're together, Ron. Hermione's my girlfriend now," Harry said, plonking his bag down and taking a seat on the bench.
"What!?" Ron spluttered, "How? When! That's not fair!"
"Last night," said Hermione, "And there are lots of reasons why."
"But you're meant to be with me!" Ron replied, "Harry gets everything! The Prophet of Magic and now you! I bet that's why you like him. Just so you can get further being a muggleborn."
"How dare you!" Hermione shouted, "I'm with Harry because he's my best friend and we're attracted to each other."
"What's wrong with me?!" Ron asked, crestfallen, "I thought at least me studying more would help."
"We argue all the time," Hermione said with a sneer, "Nothing's wrong with you, and it's good that you're learning more but I just don't fancy you like that."
"Just because I don't have a six-pack," Ron answered with a scowl.
"Ron, you aren't listening. Yes six packs are hot, but I fancied Harry before his appearance changed, and he fancied me."
Ron, realising he was fighting a losing battle turned on Harry.
"And you! You knew I fancied her. What happened to Wizard Code?"
"I fancied her too," Harry replied with a raised eyebrow, "You can't call dibs on girls. I didn't tell you because I know you would get all jealous and competitive like you always do."
"No, I don't."
"Yeah you do," added Ginny, who didn't look pleased with the situation either, "You've always been jealous of Harry and trying to measure up, just like when you were horrible to Harry when you thought he'd put his name in the Goblet."
"Loads of people didn't believe him either!" Ron scowled.
"I did," said Hermione.
"Me too," added Neville.
"I wasn't sure," said Ginny, "But we didn't talk all that much before this year. We didn't know each other that well so I never said anything. I know now that it was obvious then that he hadn't. Why would he want to draw attention to himself? You're supposed to be his best guy friend. Your jealousy overrode your logic, and for a guy that's so good at chess, that's mental."
"Fine." Ron snapped, let out a big huff and went back to his food. Ginny took a long look at Harry and Hermione, pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow, letting them both know that she wasn't pleased with them getting together either.
"I'll talk to you about it this weekend," Hermione whispered and Ginny reluctantly nodded her understanding.
On top of the dreariness of the subject, Harry found Divination even more dull with Hermione not there, she was in Ancient Runes. Ron just sat and sulked and didn't make a very good partner for crystal ball reading at all.
Defence was a lot better with her there, and he and Hermione took seats next to each other. He'down gone into the class thinking he could mess with her a bit, maybe send her a saucy note or something, but Moody's class was something he really needed to pay attention to, especially with the Third task upcoming in the New Year. It was mostly theoretical, looking at how to recognise different types of dark curses which Moody demonstrated particularly well, Harry thought.
Charms again was dull, working on spells that he'd already mastered for the tournament. Hermione had initially chastised him for his laid-back attitude, but then when he'd unfurled a roll of parchment and written at the top 'Potter Points Ideas', she gave him a sultry smirk and carried on with her studies, keeping half an eye on what Harry was writing of course.
They decided after class that they would go straight up to his room to work on some homework. It was Hermione's idea to study of course, and Harry's idea of the location, so after a quick detour to the library for some reference materials they headed up. They scanned into Harry's room and Harry threw his bag onto his bed and they both started preparing materials to get started. He went to his desk and grabbed one of his larger tomes: 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Funghi' to rest on, but Hermione had other ideas - she started unbuttoning her robes.
"Er…Hermione. Not that I'm against the idea, but I thought we were studying."
"We are. But I thought we could study naked, what do you think?"
Harry stripped down at such a speed that made Hermione giggle and climbed back on the bed.
Hermione, of course, had tunnel vision the moment she set eyes on her work, but Harry was thoroughly distracted, particularly by the way her sumptuously pillowy right breast would sway and jiggle when she dipped her quill into her inkpot or wrote something particularly vigorously. He realised he'd read the same line in his textbook five times before he gave up and started trailing a finger up and down her bare leg, which she'd crossed over the other, teasingly denying visual access to her core.
Hermione shivered and looked up at him.
"You do know this is due tomorrow, right?" she asked, not looking at him, but at his large, fully erect cock.
"I know, but I'm too distracted." Harry moaned. He sighed and got up made his way over to the desk and finished his work there. He was still very wound up, knowing that she was on his bed, naked, just behind him, but he managed to get it done. The quality of the work remained to be seen and it certainly wasn't his best, but at least it got done and he knew he'd be able to have his wicked way with her that night, he just might have to punish her somehow for her tantalising idea.
He'd just screwed back on the lid on his own inkpot and was reading through what he'd written when Hermione spoke behind him.
"I don't mind if you go on the date with Fleur, I think. If you…end up liking her…she's pretty hot…"
Harry's turned so fast he nearly cricked his neck.
"You fancy her?"
Hermione had already finished her essay a little while ago and looked up from her Runes textbook.
"I never said I was a virgin with women, my holiday in France year there was a girl, Gisele and wine was involved."
"Wow," Harry said, all sorts of images flowing through his mind.
"But if you want to…bring her into the relationship, not just fuck her...I need to get to know her."
Harry nodded and made his way back over to sit on the bed.
"That's understandable."
"And they all have to know in advance, about Naga," she added with a raised finger.
"Okay," Harry acquiesced and grabbed a half-drunk glass of water from his bedside.
"Is there anyone else you have in mind?"
"Ginny, I think," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Because of her ass?" Hermione teased. Harry didn't know what to to think, shocked she'd even thought about Ginny like that and he must have shown it, because Hermione added: "Hey, it's hot, I've imagined her sitting on my face a few times."
Harry, choked and spluttered on his water.
"You have?"
"Sure. Bisexuality remember? I dunno if she swings that way though. We'll have to wait and see. Anyone else?"
"Err…" Harry started, it took him a second to think again, as he was too busy daydreaming about railing into Hermione, hearing her muffled moans while Ginny, sitting on her face moaned into his mouth as while making out with him. He shook his head and brought himself back to reality.
"Susan, she's hot and seems really driven."
"She's a Hufflepuff, of course she is," Hermione replied. "Her aunt's hot too. Did you know she's the new head of the DMLE, I thought she was just Head Auror?"
"I didn't," Harry admitted, trying his best to look Hermione in the eyes in what was clearly meant to be a serious planning conversation.
"But yeah Susan is hot," Hermione said, "I wonder what her big boobs look like."
"I doubt they're as perfect as yours."
"You think my boobs are perfect?" Hermione blushed and got onto her knees, lifting them up and dropping them, "These old things?"
Harry reached out to touch but Hermione pulled away.
"Ah, not yet," she teased, "But seriously, perfect?"
"Hermione, I've seen quite a few pairs now and I swear if Aphrodite had amazing boobs, yours are better."
"Ohh, you're gonna get so lucky later," she promised, her lip bite accompanying her blush.
"I'm counting on it" Harry grinned.
"It's weird talking like this, stark naked."
"I kinda like it though."
"Me too. I should go drop my work off upstairs and get ready for the feast, so I'm gonna go up to the dorms. Be back soon."
"Okay."
"Afterwards though, you better have an idea of how I can spend those points, mister." Hermione said in her 'Professor' voice.
"Get up to your dorm Miss Granger, and be back quickly. And as for the points, you'll lose them all if you keep thinking you're in charge. I'd have to punish you.
She bit her lip again and Harry knew this girl was gonna be the death of him.
"Yes, sir."