The 96 people currently following this are probably wondering when the truely fun stuff is going to arrive, be patient. I intend on skipping through summer and starting in the 4th year pretty quick here. That's when the fun will really happen.

Ok, let's go

Chapter 8: Harry's turn.

With a soft pop, Dobby popped in, unknown to either of them, and enchanted the cover to drape over them, encasing the pair as they drifted into the ether of sleep.

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Harry awoke with bleary eyes, pain radiated from his abdomen as Hermione rested on his chest. The covers had been drawn up and had become entangled in the pair during their slumber, wrapping them in a cloth cocoon.

Looking down with clearing eyes, Harry's heart swelled at the tangled mop of Hermione's hair that perfectly framed her angelic face. A moment of hesitation cropped in Harry's mind at thinking of her as an angel, knowing what she could be like when angered or aroused. A smirk cropped at his lips as he considered that Lucifer is an angel too.

Pain throbbed again as Harry's bladder screamed for the loo. Unraveling the covers and prying a disgruntled Hermione from his chest, Harry made his way to the ensuite bathroom located between their 2 rooms.

After relieving himself, Harry stood at the vanity, staring at himself in the mirror, admiring the changes made to him. The lack of glasses made his vibrant green eyes shine ever clearer in his reflection. The toning of his muscles did wonders for his facial features, chiseling his cheeks until they could cut diamond.

Moving down his chest came into view, showcasing his further toned chest. Where faint abs once stood was now a rippling sea of chiseled abs. Running his hand down them, he shivered at the feeling under his fingers. How many people wouldn't kill to have a body like his now, irregardless of the curse that came with it. How far he had come indeed from the scrawny kid that showed up at Hogwarts 3 years ago.

Going back into his room, Hermione had flipped the covers off and buried herself into the pillow that Harry had just vacated. Her hair flayed out like a brunette halo of curly strands surrounding her head, making Harry chuckle again at the angel comment. Her plump ass stuck up into the air, covered only moderately by the covers that remained perched atop.

[Steamy bits incoming]

Hermione softly snoozed into the pillow, oblivious to the ongoing hunt of her lover, as Harry crept closer with silent footsteps. Easing softly into bed so as to not disturb or alert his prey, Harry crawled up, eyeing the fruits of his hunt, the soft plumpness of Hermione beneath the covers.

Easing the fabric off of her cheeks, the glorious jiggling flesh greeted Harry's eyes and made his mouth water. Casting a quick cleaning charm, just to be safe, he licked his lips as he prepared. Coming down for the strike, Harry bit down hard onto Hermione's ass cheek.

Hermione yowled as pain radiated from her ass. Anger flared at having been disturbed from her slumber, particularly in such a violent manner. Pain eased off as tenderness was applied to her wounded skin.

Turning her head around, her eyes peered through the darkness at the site of Harry kissing and playing with her ass. Anger still roiled through her, but beneath that grew arousal as Harry played with the erogenous flesh of her full and perky ass.

Collapsing back onto the pillow, Hermione groaned out as he bit down again, softer and more playfully, onto her other cheek. Kissing away the pain, his lips traveled into the divide between the pair of rolling fat. Venturing his tongue into her crack, Harry used his hands to spread those cheeks, granting access for his tongue to swipe around her puckered hole, earning pleasured hissing noises from Hermione.

Raising his head up to gaze down longingly at her bottom, his hands perched on each cheek pushed them apart allowing unfettered access to her wrinkled star. Bringing his face down, Harry ran his tongue from the bottom of her crack, starting at the edge of her pussy, licking up through her ass, over her ring, and up to the top of her ass.

Hermione gasped out at the alien sensation, orgasmic energy burning her core as Harry brought foreign pleasure to her senses. Harry came back down and started with another lick at her pussy. His tongue sipped into her sweet pot, picking up just the quickest taste of her delectable juices, before continuing his swipe up.

His tongue grazed a little more forcefully across her anus, earning another moan from Hermione. Casting another quick charm, Hermione felt her bowels empty, forming a hollowness within her. It was an unpleasant feeling that was soon washed away.

Harry charged his face back into her rump, his tongue forming a spear that stabbed into her backside. His tongue that had previously only gone above, pushed through her ring into her ass. A wanton groan escaped Hermione as he gained entrance to her hole. She had never experienced any pleasure through there, other than the time when she was a cat with her finger.

Hermione was still unsure how she felt about this unannounced intrusion into her, but any cohesive thought was driven out as his tongue flexed, stretching her ring wider and rooting around to provide pleasure.

Pressure built within Hermione as Harry tongue fucked her ass. Biting down onto the pillow that so sweetly smelled of Harry, she gritted her teeth, her sharp fangs poking through the fabric of the pillow, as the pressure was brought to a crescendo as Harry's hand came up to play with her pussy.

With a scream, the pressure released; her legs extended out, pushing down into the mattress to lift her hips off of it, forcing her ass even harder into Harry's tongue. With a tremble, she doused the sheets and Harry with a powerful jet of her juices as the orgasmic energy transcended Hermione. Harry's tongue was dislodged by her thrust and gripping sphincter muscles as she rode her rollercoaster of ecstacy.

Buckling knees collapsed, sending Hermione back onto the soaked sheet, but she didn't care, she was out of it. She may have been awake, but there was no conscious thought present within her mind. She vaguely registered Harry crawling up and kissing behind her ear, earning an appreciative hum.

Some semblance of thought was returned to Hermione as she contemplated what a wonderful way that was to wake up. Warmth settled on her as Harry draped himself over her, that warmth included between her hindquarters. Assuming it was his hand, going down to play with her, she dismissed it, until an unknown pressure became concentrated at her newly discovered second opening.

Looking up, her eyes observed Harry as he looked down toward her ass, turning her head down, she witnessed him lining up his engorged cock with her ass. Fear spread through her as his oversized length was presented at her back door. Before she could even voice her objection, the head of his cock had managed to pry open her exit's entrance and pop into it. Pain shot up Hermione's spine, sending a jolt that caused her arms to extend, pushing her body up and back into Harry, causing her ass to become further penetrated by his godly spear.

Harry moaned at the hot and tight grip Hermione's ass had on him. His glorious length of 25cm had speared through her rolling backside, penetrating her tightest hole, leaving only a fraction exposed to the outside air. As she shifted around, more of his length sank into her, spreading further pleasure up his core.

As Hermione stayed up, fearful any movement would spread more pain, she found the pain subside only to be replaced with a filling sensation, pleasurable in previously unknown ways. Crumbling back down onto the bed, she felt her head nestle back into the pillow, filling her with the scent of Harry. She didn't know how, but even his scent now brought her pleasure. Her rear remained perched up, allowing easy access for her Harry.

As Hermione relaxed beneath him, her painfully tight ring eased around his member. Reaching back, Hermione gripped her cheeks, spreading them as wide as she could, presenting herself to him like a cat in heat. She seemed to almost wiggle her backside at him, egging him on to continue his journey.

Easing forward, Harry felt his tapered member continue to stretch Hermione open. A pained hissing escaped through Hermione's teeth as she was stretched more than she had previously even thought possible. Harry felt her ass contact his hips as he bottomed out in her, earning a counterintuitive pleasured moan from her. Holding himself steady, he waited for her ring to loosen slightly, signaling he could start moving. As she relaxed, Harry drew himself out steadily, before reversing course and driving back home.

Pain and pleasure, opposite sides of the same coin, pummeled Hermione's senses as she felt her orgasmic energy building once again. As he moved out of her, emptiness even worse than that she had felt when he had cleaned her out inundated her core, only to be replaced with the searing presence and fullness of his member as he plowed back in.

As he continued slowly sawing in and out, the pain returned less and less, replaced with pleasure that charged her orgasm slowly with every contact of flesh on flesh. As he picked up speed, Hermione felt her ass slap against his waist every time he jackhammered in. Her hands released her ass, coming under her shoulders to hoist herself up into a doggy position, the irony not lost on her. Her freely swaying breasts bounced all around as she was rocked with each stroke of Harry behind her.

Feeling Harry's hand on her shoulder, she allowed him to drag her up to his chest as he continued to plunder her bottom. Turning her head with his hand, Harry's lips found hers in an awkward, but still passionate kiss. One arm hugged tightly under her breasts, holding her to him while sis other hand pawed at her breast, the other one still swinging around with his thrusts.

As his hand gripped her tit hard and rolled her nipple in his fingers, the dam broke for Hermione as another wave of orgasmic magic flowed out of her. Harry felt her magic's release wash over his, giving him her pleasure as she exploded below him. Another deluge of girlcum flooded the sheets, forming a pool of fragrance to form on the mattress.

The increase in the pressure of her innards, plus the wave of magic caused Harry to lose his battle of self control as he emptied himself within her. His potent cum shot within her bowels, adding another wave of pleasure to Hermione's descending orgasm. An ungodly amount coalesced within her, giving her a pleasurable warmth that erased any memory of ever feeling empty after his cleaning.

Harry held Hermione to him as he collapsed onto his side, pulling her down with him into a spooning position. His softening length was pushed from her derriere as she clenched in the aftershocks of her orgasm. A small stream of cum, more than one man should be able to produce in a day, let alone a single bout, poured from her crack.

Emptiness washed through her abdomen again as his length fell free. If it weren't for his cum warming her emptiness, the hollowness would have been unbearably cold. Hermione cuddled back into him as they enjoyed the aftermath of their exploit. Hermione would be his prey any time he wanted.

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Harry and Hermione stepped back into his room from the bathroom, steam poured from the door at the shower they had just shared. Another bout of anal lovemaking had occurred as Harry pinned her against the glass door.

Delirious smiles decorated their faces at the joy they felt. Hermione still preferred conventional sex, but understood why Harry had an unholy fascination with her ass. Her feelings mirrored his as his arms rubbed his towel in his hair, showcasing his muscular toned ass to her lusted eyes.

Hermione walked back through the bathroom into her room to her footlocker filled with clothing. Rifling through her stack of clothing, all modified most likely by Dobby to fit her more voluptuous form. She pulled a pair of jeans and pulled them onto her legs, squeezing her perfectly plump thighs and ass into the cotton. Looking in the mirror on the wall she marvelled at the ability of the denim to accentuate her curves so nicely.

Picking out a somewhat plush, dark pink short sleeve shirt, she forced her head and hair through the neck hole and trapped her breasts under the shirt. She found herself unable to wear bras, the added pressure almost made her feel claustrophobic and the supporting straps bit uncomfortably into her skin. It helped that her gravity defying mounds didn't really need the supportive undergarment. Her muscular frame was more than strong enough to take the added weight of them as well.

An appreciative hum broke the silence in her room, Hermione turned to see Harry leaning against the frame of the door to the bathroom from her side bedroom. His shirt was thrown over his shoulder, water glistened off his toned muscles, yet to fully dry off from their shower.

Hermione suppressed a moan, the very image of Harry making her horny and wanting to go at it again. Her stomach rumbled as a reminder of their awaiting breakfast in the Great Hall. Suppressing her hungers, one of carnal and one of physical, she came up to Harry, only slightly taller than her, draping her arms around his shoulders, they leaned in and kissed lovingly.

Separating, Harry dragged his shirt over his head as they passed through their living room area. Clasping each other's hands supportively, they departed their apartment and headed for breakfast. The hallways were sparsely populated in the still relatively early morning hours of Sunday, though it did increase as shared corridors of the house's paths to the Great Hall came together.

Striding into the Great Hall, the Gryfinndor population was by far the lowest as the majority of the population nursed the repercussions of last night's party. The teacher's table was similarly sparsely populated with the notable absence of Dumbledore and McGonagall.

Harry and Hermione both loaded up plates, heavy with protein packed foods such as eggs, sausage, bacon and the occupants of the hall ate, owls descended from the windows above, toting the Sunday Morning Edition of the Daily Prophet.

Depositing their load, most Owls departed after having snagged meaty snacks from unguarded plates on the tables. A snowy white owl let go of her load of paper right into the face of Harry, smacking him in between his eyes before landing on his shoulders and angrily rifling through his hair. "What's up with her?" Hermione asked through restrained laughter as the ornery owl unleashed her frustrations with her master. She beak clacked profusely as Harry attempted to bat her away, wanting to avoid harm while also not harming his beloved familiar.

"I think it's that she hasn't seen the new me and is mad I haven't gone up to the tower to show her yet." Harry explained, yelping slightly as her beak caught his ear and caused a slight trickle of blood. Eventually the bird hopped down onto the table where she eyed Harry angrily. "I'm sorry Hedwig, I should have come and shown you the new me. I've been busy, but not enough to excuse forgetting you."
Hermione scoffed a laugh at the humorous display. That bird had Harry wrapped around her pinky… well feather at least. Stepping up, eyeing Harry, the anger having disappeared from the bird, she eyed Harry closely, mere inches away from his face, before her true motives were revealed as she reached down and grabbed his plate with her beak, shuffling away with his mound of meaty treats for herself.

"Oy, come back with my food." Harry exclaimed, reaching to grab his plate with his hand that was summarily stabbed with Hedwig's beak, not breaking the skin but still sending a message. Harry clutched his hand to his chest as he stared at the bird, turning to look at his wife.

Hermione was dying with laughter at the display. Uncontrolled fits of laughter rolled off of her, earning her an audience that equally watched her and the display of Harry and Hedwig. Harry begrudgingly picked up a new plate and started filling that one while Hedwig gorged herself.

As the audience returned to their meals and papers, a new exclamation rang out through the halls "DUMBLEDORE IS NO LONGER HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS!". Everyone rifled for their discarded Daily Prophet, ignoring the meal before them. Harry and Hermione likewise ignored their plates to open the prophet and read the news.

Thus ends chapter 8. I hope you guys are liking it. The tone will progressively become less vanilla as we plunge along. We will eventually get into some really kinky shit, so just hold your horses.