"Indeed I am," Ravenclaw replied. "I see at least one of you is from my house."
Harry, Hermione, and Luna just stared at the portrait in slack-jawed shock, while Rias and Akeno looked at them in confusion.
"I take it this is someone important?" Rias asked.
"One of the founders of our school," Harry replied while Hermione continued staring mutely.
"Were you the one who made this place, my lady?" Luna asked.
"Yes, I was," Ravenclaw replied. "How long has it been since I died? It feels like centuries."
"About nine hundred years," Hermione replied, finally recovering from her shock. "I didn't know that any of you four had portraits made."
"Hufflepuff's portrait is in her common room," Luna piped up. "I overheard a couple of them talking about her once."
"That makes sense," Ravenclaw smiled. "Helga would have wanted to continue watching over her badgers in perpetuity. Godric meant to have one made but kept putting it off again and again and ultimately died before he could. As for Salazar, if he ever had one made, it's probably in his chamber."
"It isn't," Harry said, "or at least, I didn't see it."
"You've been inside his chamber?" Ravenclaw asked, her thick eyebrows shooting towards her hairline.
"Yes," Harry replied. "His basilisk was unleashed on the school, and I had to go kill it and rescue one of the students."
Ravenclaw gasped and asked, "How many died?"
"None, actually," Harry replied. "One student did when it happened the first time about fifty years ago, but there were only some petrifications this time around."
"Did you bring some roosters to bear against it?" Ravenclaw asked.
"No, I stuck Gryffindor's sword through the roof of its mouth," Harry replied. "I would have died if I hadn't had a phoenix nearby to cry in my stab wound."
"You are a credit to your house, my boy," Ravenclaw declared, "and you cannot fathom just how drunk Godric would have gotten you to celebrate that accomplishment. What are your names?"
"Harry Potter," Harry replied first, "and these are Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Rias Gremory, and Akeno Himejima."
Hermione's eyes widened as he mentioned Rias' name, and she noticed that Ravenclaw's did as well.
"I did wonder why two students at this school wouldn't have known my name," Ravenclaw chuckled, her piercing blue eyes fixing on Rias. "Are you both devils, then?"
"Would that be a problem?" Rias asked, her eyes narrowing.
"A problem? Why would it be?" Ravenclaw asked, looking confused.
"Um, did wizards and witches not have a problem with devils in your day?" Hermione asked.
"We taught our apprentices to be very careful with them and not enter into pacts lightly, but beyond that, no," Ravenclaw replied. "I take it things have become somewhat different?"
"Contacting them is quite illegal," Harry replied. "I only did it because I was entered into the tri-wizard tournament and needed help to survive it."
"The what?" Ravenclaw asked.
"Oh, right," Harry chuckled. "It's a tournament held between Hogwarts and two of the schools formed after you died; Durmstrang in Eastern Europe and Beauxbatons in France."
"So the idea did take off," Ravenclaw smiled. "Good. Now, you said your name was Gremory, right? Have you met a Zeotopas or something along those lines?"
"My father's named Zeoticus," Rias replied. "Did you two meet?"
"Not personally, no, but I remembered Salazar mentioning a Gremory devil that he summoned and made a pact with," Ravenclaw replied. "He only mentioned him once, and I couldn't quite recall the name."
"What did he want?" Luna asked.
"Salazar undertook a journey to Athens in his youth, where he learned about an ancient wizard who could speak to snakes," Ravenclaw replied. "He was always quite fond of the animals and became convinced, due to the symbolism of the caduceus, that learning to speak their tongue as this wizard did would help improve his understanding of healing magic. Eleanor, his wife, was quite ill at the time, and in his desperation, he reached out to your father, seeking to gain the ability."
"My father...gave him that?" Rias asked, trying not to think in that moment just how fond of it she had become.
"Yes," Ravenclaw replied. "I don't know if it was how he ultimately cured Eleanor or not, but I do know that he managed to bind the ability to his bloodline. It was a very impressive feat of magic."
"Speaking of magical feats, how exactly did you create this place?" Luna asked. "It's incredible."
"I don't know," Ravenclaw replied.
"You...don't know?" Harry asked, confused.
"Have you heard of my diadem?" Ravenclaw asked, pointing at the one on her head.
"Yes," Harry replied, not wanting to explain what had become of it.
"Famed as I was in my day for my intelligence, I sought more and enchanted that diadem to enhance my abilities," Ravenclaw explained. "While wearing it, my mind became faster, sharper, and more capable of making connections rapidly, but enchanting it came at a cost. To enhance my intellect, I had to pour it into it. Once I finished that project, I began work on my magnum opus, my omnilibrary, a room capable of conjuring copies of all that our people had lost in Alexandria centuries before I was born. I succeeded, though it consumed the last twenty years of my life, but just as I put the finishing touches on it, my daughter stole my diadem and left me a shell of myself."
"I'm so sorry," Luna said.
"I was already sickly by then, and, in the aftermath of her betrayal, I...didn't last much longer," Ravenclaw scowled. "I had hung my portrait in the room, and I didn't get the chance to move it before I died and it activated. I contain all that I knew at the moment of my death, which isn't all that I knew while I still wore this."
She pointed at her diadem as she said those last words, and they could see the pain clear in her eyes.
"We could move you, if you like, but I would need to ask that you not mention the devils to anyone," Harry offered. "Perhaps your portrait could hang in the Ravenclaw common room."
"Thank you, but no," Ravenclaw replied. "I've grown too used to silence and peace and honestly think that the noise would drive me mad. It's enough for me to know that someone finally figured out what I actually intended for this room to be used for. I've been able to feel when the odd person entered it over the centuries, but you're the first one I've actually seen because you had it create the library specifically. Who figured it out?"
"I did," Hermione replied. "I had it recreate my bedroom, and when it managed to create a perfect copy of my old diary, I wondered what other books it could make."
"All of them, apparently," Rias muttered.
"I meant for it to be a repository of all knowledge," Ravenclaw smiled. "Even if I never got to make use of it, at least someone will. Return me to my peace now, child."
"Of course," Hermione replied, and with a single silent order, the portrait disappeared.
"Holy shit," Harry laughed, looking around the room. "This actually contains every book ever written."
"So it would seem," Rias breathed, marveling at the room around her.
"There is so much knowledge that has been lost through the centuries," Hermione said, sounding dazed. "The Library of Alexandria, the House of Wisdom, and even minor incidents like Savonarola's madness in Florence in the fifteenth century. If all of that has been recreated here…"
"That's not even the half of it!" Rias exclaimed, sounding more excited than Harry had ever seen her. "Every secret ever written down could be within these halls. Every corporate secret and government secret; the veritable fortune that could be made from all of this…"
"I swore that I just heard Lady Venelana's voice come out of your mouth," Akeno grinned teasingly.
"Oh, shut up," Rias muttered indignantly. "Even beyond the mortal creations in here, who knows what books written by our kind, the angels, and the gods could...the book of crea…"
Before she even finished saying that, Harry whipped out his wand and cast, "Accio the Book of Creation!"
They all stood in silence for a moment, but when nothing happened, Harry sighed.
"I guess it had to have some limits," Rias sighed. "Still, if Azazel's writings are in here, or Michael's, this room could be utterly invaluable. I can't imagine how Lord Ajuka would react to seeing all this."
"Sona might cum," Akeno said, making the both of them laugh.
"Accio The History of Cardenio," Hermione cast, and a rustling of paper soon followed.
An old-looking book, which seemed to have been hastily bound together, flew slowly towards them and into Hermione's shaking hands. A table appeared before her, and she set the tome down, carefully opening it to reveal the parchment inside.
"Shakespeare's lost play," Rias murmured, looking over her shoulder.
"Hmm?" Harry asked.
"Shakespeare purportedly has two lost plays, not counting an apparent earlier version of Hamlet," Hermione explained breathlessly. "Love's Labour's Won, which may or may not actually have existed, I suppose we'll find out, and this; Cardenio. It's real...this room truly can…"
She trailed off then, and Harry, noticing a tear run down her cheek, rushed over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I…" Hermione sniffled. "It's silly, but I just...I could live to be as old as Professor Dumbledore and not read all of these."
"Hermione," Harry chuckled, pulling her into his arms.
"What if you lived for ten thousand years?" Rias asked, and he looked at her in shock.
"Huh?" Hermione asked, wiping her eyes and turning around to stare at the redhead in confusion.
"What you've uncovered here is more powerful than you realize, more powerful than I suspect its creator realized," Rias gushed.
"Knowledge is power, after all," Akeno grinned.
"It will take ages to sort through it all, but there's no telling what long-lost secrets of magic or anything else we'll be able to find here," Rias grinned, looking around in excitement. "My biggest problem is going to be finding a place to store all these texts."
"You can't take things out of the room that it's created, though," Luna pointed out. "I learned that the hard way when I tried to smuggle out a glass replica of Harry's penis to ride."
"I don't have to take this out of the room," Rias replied, pointing to Cardenio. "I just need to copy the words on these pages onto real paper and bind it. My familiar will be able to do much of the work while I'm in Japan."
"I know a house elf who might be more than happy to help with that," Harry said.
"I...you would make me a devil?" Hermione asked in shock.
"What you've given me here is priceless," Rias proclaimed, "and I can't think of anything I could give you in return that would match its value, aside from eternal youth at my side with Harry. The copies I have made of these texts will fill my future library in the underworld to the brim. I'm going to need someone to look after them."
"That...I…" Hermione stuttered.
"I'm extending the offer to the both of you," Rias said, turning to Luna, who's large blue eyes widened in delight, "though it will have to wait until after I've turned Harry into a devil. I don't know which or how many pieces he will take."
"Yay!" Luna exclaimed.
"I can think about it, then?" Hermione asked, her mind racing. "This is a big and very sudden offer."
"Of course," Rias replied warmly. "It will probably be a while yet before I can use the evil pieces on Harry, so you'll have plenty of time."
"Alright," Hermione smiled weakly, letting go of a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Thank you; I just...I really didn't expect that."
"I didn't take her up on the offer immediately either," Akeno said soothingly. "I did eventually decide that the perks were more than worth it, of course."
Akeno's purple eyes flashed over to Harry and back to Hermione as she said 'perks' and the brunette blushed as she realized just what perks the raven-haired beauty was referring to in her case.
"I, um, I need to class...lunch...dinner, that's it," Hermione stuttered. "I guess I'll see you two there."
"We'll be down a few," Harry replied.
"Good, that's good. Bye," Hermione said awkwardly before leaving.
"You really want to make Hermione a devil?" Harry asked Rias the second the brunette was gone.
"Do you think I shouldn't?" Rias asked.
"Well, no, it would be great to have her...I mean, it could be great if I didn't have to worry about vastly outliving her, but I just didn't think that you were interested in her," Harry replied.
"I wasn't at first," Rias admitted. "Her suspicions grew tiresome, even if I could understand where she was coming from, but it seemed this time like getting the final proof that you had a horcrux in your head settled all of that. You pulled the location of one of the other soul fragments from the one in your scar, and there's no arguing with that."
"You're right," Harry replied. "In truth, she's seemed to be a lot more accepting in general since I told her about the horcrux."
"She's worried about you," Akeno said, looking up from the pile of random books she and Luna had grabbed to look through. "I get the sense that worrying about you is rather normal for her."
"That's fair," Harry grimaced.
"It took her a little while to accept that we weren't threats to you all while she had to come to terms with the fact that you were sleeping with us," Akeno added, "but with her seeming to have moved on from that, even after seeing the aftermath of our latest tryst up close, she was perfectly nice."
"What really settled it for me was all this, though," Rias added. "It might not contain the Book of Creation, but this library is going to be more useful to me than you can imagine, and that deserves the highest of rewards."
"Devilry," Harry smiled.
"Yes, but also you," Rias grinned.
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"I'll ask her someday when she first started thinking about you sexually, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was not long after the troll incident," Rias said.
"But we were…" Harry went to argue.
"Girls mature faster than boys, and she is several months older than you," Rias cut him off as she walked up to him. Tracing a finger down along his jawline, she purred, "If I'm right, that means that she's spent years fantasizing about you, dreaming about being taken by you."
"Probably in the library," Akeno added, laughing.
"Rias," Harry gasped, feeling his cock spring to life again.
"If you want her to take me up on my offer, it wouldn't hurt to sweeten the deal a little, lover," Rias whispered in his ear, cupping his cock through his robes. "An innocent thing like her? She'll be addicted from the first taste of the pleasure you can bring her."
"Fuck," Harry hissed, feeling himself harden rapidly under her hand.
"Tell me, Harry, do you want her?" Rias continued, grinning wickedly at his reaction to her. "Do you want to stretch her tight, slick little pussy wide with your big, fat cock and look deep into her chocolate brown eyes as she cums around you?"
"Yes," Harry groaned. "Fuck, yes."
"Then do so," Rias said, stepping back and giggling at the frustration in his lovely green eyes.
"You really should," Luna piped up without looking up from the books in front of her. "She's been such a good and loyal friend to you all these years; it would only be natural for you to gift her your wonderful penis."
Akeno snorted at that.
"Did you two find anything interesting?" Rias asked. "I'm sure the lion's share of what's in here is worthless."
"Oh, there are many interesting things," Luna replied, looking up. "Just walking through the shelves and picking books at random, I found a cook book with a hundred and one recipes for dragon eggs, a volume from Queen Victoria's diary, and a journal written by a dark wizard who got some elves to build him a temple and was really mad when they messed it up. He sounds like a real jerk."
"What was his name?" Harry asked, mildly curious.
"Dran Draggore," Luna replied. "I've never heard of him before."
"Me either, though I often sleep through our history classes," Harry chuckled. "Anyway, we probably should get to the great hall and grab a bite to eat."
"Alright," Rias said, kissing him softly. "Summon me tomorrow around the same time."
"Will do," Harry smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I'll sadly be busy," Akeno pouted, rushing in to kiss him as well. "I'll guess you'll just have to make it up to me."
"You know I will," Harry rumbled, smirking as she shuddered.
Luna kissed them both as well, and the two devils departed, leaving them alone. Looking around the impossible library one last time, Harry took Luna's hand and went to have dinner.
"Kiba, hello!" Rias exclaimed as she spotted him in the entryway of Gremory Castle.
"Rias, hi," Kiba replied, smiling slightly as he saw her. "Are you here for me?"
"Actually, I need to speak with my mother," Rias replied. "Is she in?"
"Yes, she's in the sauna," Kiba replied.
"Come, I haven't spoken to you in days," Rias said as she made her way towards the sauna. "How are you doing?"
"Holding it together, I guess," Kiba replied. "I'm still not sleeping much, but more than I was."
"That will pass," Rias said softly, rubbing his shoulder. "It took Akeno a while to move on from the loss of her mother and...everything else. Such wounds never fully heal, but their sting does ease with time."
"I'll settle for scarring," Kiba scowled. "Akeno is one of the other two who were there that day, right?"
"Yes, her and Harry," Rias replied. "You'll meet her soon enough, though Harry's in England and unlikely to be by anytime soon."
"I still can't get over the idea of instant teleportation," Kiba said, shaking his head.
"It's immensely useful," Rias smiled. "How go things with Souji? His last report was quite complimentary."
"My training sessions with Sensei are honestly the best parts of my day," Kiba replied, smiling more than she'd seen him do yet. "I seem to be making progress with him, at least."
"Be patient," Rias said softly, turning to him. "Soon enough, you'll join me in Kuoh, and we'll begin your more extensive devil training. You're going to be quite popular at the academy, you know."
"If you think that will help," Kiba murmured.
"Now, there's something that I need to speak with my mother about," Rias said, "but I'll see you again before I go."
"It's nice seeing you again," Kiba nodded before turning and leaving.
Rias smiled at her servant, pleased to see him so much improved from how he was when he first woke inside the castle. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and opened the door to the sauna, pleased to find it unlocked.
"Ah, Rias, dear, when did you get here?" Venelana asked, sighing to herself as she sat entirely naked inside the small wooden room.
She threw water over the hot stones, filling the room with steam again as Rias shut the door. The redhead looked at her mother, admiring the proof that she'd still look beautiful in a few thousand years, and vanished her clothing with a wave of her hand.
"Just now," she replied. "I needed to talk to you."
"Is this about Harry Potter?" Venelana asked.
"What makes you ask that?" Rias asked.
"He's half of what you talk about these days," Venelana replied. "It is, isn't it?"
"Yes," Rias replied, wincing a bit.
"How serious are things between you two, anyway?" Venelana asked.
"I really like him, Mother," Rias replied. "I might actually be falling for him."
Venelana smiled at her daughter, though her purple eyes remained sharp and calculating.
"So what is it that you needed to talk to me about?" she asked.
"You mentioned years ago that you did a favor for the goblin king centuries ago," Rias replied.
"Yes, King Gorescythe ," Venelana said. "He had been poisoned by his younger brother, who coveted his throne, not long after their father passed. He was young, and his only son was still an infant, so he had every reason to fear what his brother would do next. By chance, he happened to summon me and he begged for my help, offering whatever I wished in response."
"It's rare you get people that desperate," Rias chuckled.
"He's lucky he didn't summon one of our worse brethren," Venelana smiled. "I offered him three favors for three favors to be fulfilled by either him or a later reigning king, and he signed in his very blood. I slew his brother, saved his son from an assassin's blade, and delivered a cure for his poison in one night. In doing so, I secured a significant boon. I didn't call in any of the favors during his lifetime, nor that of the son I saved, but a couple centuries ago, I stumbled across a lucrative opportunity and needed the aid of the goblins to secure it, so I called in the first favor. I take it, you need something from the goblins?"
"Has Sirzechs filled you in on what's keeping the evil pieces from working on Harry?" Rias asked.
"No," Venelana replied, looking interested. "Lord Ajuka figured it out then? For a problem to take him over a month, it must have been complicated."
"Harry has the fragment of another man's soul in his head," Rias replied.
Venelana just blinked and asked, "What?"
"You heard him say that when he was a baby, a wizard tried to kill him and died in the process," Rias explained. "That man had created multiple horcruxes, not realizing that that might be a bad idea, and when he blew up…"
"A piece of his soul split off and latched onto Harry?" Venelana asked, her eyes widening.
"Yes," Rias replied. "Sirzechs figures that he'll be able to destroy it without harming Harry, but he's never tried anything like that before…"
"Who would?" Venelana asked rhetorically. "It would be pointless normally. Where do the goblins come in?"
"Lord Ajuka figured out how to enslave the horcrux to Harry, and he forced it to tell him where the others are," Rias replied. "Sirzechs plans to practice on them before trying to destroy the piece inside Harry, and one of them is in a vault in Gringotts. We could break the vault's owner out of prison and try to force them to retrieve it, but there are a number of things that could go wrong there, and I wondered if perhaps it might be easier to turn to you."
Venelana laughed and said, "You bring me the most interesting problems lately. A broken engagement, a traumatized alterboy turned devil knight, and now this…"
"Can't say my life's been boring of late," Rias muttered. "I know it's asking a lot, but…"
"It really isn't," Venelana cut her off, waving her hand. "I destroyed two little goblins and handed over a vial of phoenix tears in exchange for three unlimited favors. I do so love desperate souls. I'm more than willing to use up one of my favors to get the horcrux to Sirzechs, but only on one condition."
"Name it," Rias said, smiling widely.
"Harry accompanies me to the bank," Venelana replied.
"Mother…" Rias went to protest.
"No, it's not negotiable," Venelana replied. "I owe him his half of the earnings from the basilisk harvest anyway, and I want to get to know this man you're falling in love with better."
"Neither of us have said that word yet," Rias spluttered.
"Your secret's safe with me, dear, as will be your boyfriend," Venelana grinned. "I haven't been in England since their queen's coronation. What was that, forty years ago now?"
"Probably," Rias huffed, folding her arms under her breasts. She had no idea what her mother was thinking, and she didn't like that.
"You're worrying over nothing, Rias," Venelana laughed, pouring more water on the stones and sighing.
"So zis chamber was 'idden for centuries?" Fleur asked as Harry led her along.
"Yes," Harry replied. "He built it primarily to hide his monster. It probably had other things stored in it as well at one point or another, but it had been uncovered likely more than once before I found it, so there's no way of knowing."
Voldemort theorized that other descendants of Slytherin's must have looted the place before he found it because, to his outrage, it had been empty of everything other than the basilisk by the time he found it.
"What monster was zis?" Fleur asked.
"A basilisk," Harry replied. When Fleur stilled, he said, "Don't worry, it's dead."
"You are sure?" Fleur replied.
"Killed it myself," Harry replied as he turned and entered Myrtle's bathroom, making her go still again.
"What?" Fleur asked.
"Who's she?" Myrtle asked, glaring at Fleur.
"You killed a basilisk?" Fleur asked, "And why are we in a girl's restroom?"
"Yes, and I prefer not to think about it," Harry replied. "Myrtle, this is Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons' champion in the tri-wizard tournament. Fleur, this is Myrtle Warren; she was killed by the basilisk I slew back in the forties, the last time that the chamber was opened. It was in part thanks to Myrtle here that we were able to figure out what was petrifying people."
That was a stretch, but given how unhappy the temperamental ghost looked as she glared at the beautiful woman before her, he figured complimenting her might be a great way to prevent the two of them from being drenched in toilet water.
"Hello, Myrtle, you're looking lovely today," Luna smiled as she walked in just then, "and hi, Fleur, you look nice too."
"Luna," Fleur said, her brain still stuck on the quintuple-X creature that her opponent in the tournament had apparently slain.
A sudden hiss next to her drew her attention, and she looked to see a hole open in the wall in front of Harry. He hissed again, and she shuddered as she realized that he was speaking parseltongue as he'd said he could. She had read accounts of a woman who had had a parselmouth lover once, and the descriptions of what that felt like were some of the most scintillating things she'd ever come across. With her already thinking about trying to get Harry into bed, learning that he could speak the tongue of the snakes had only inflamed her passions further.
"It's just down here," Harry said, pointing to the stairs. "I figured, with this place being so out of the way, that it would be an ideal training spot."
"It is secure, oui?" Fleur asked. "I only ask because I would expect it to be rather decrepit after centuries of neglect."
"It was when I found it, but I've cleaned the place up and fixed it," Harry replied.
He'd meant to speak to Hermione after dinner the night before, but she'd apparently either grabbed food and ran or gone straight to the kitchens because she was nowhere to be seen. When a quick look at the map showed that she was in her dorm already, he decided to search the chamber for Slytherin's portrait, ultimately finding nothing. Being there had given him an idea, though, so, making use of the psychotic magical encyclopedia in his head, he set about cleaning, repairing, and reinforcing the place enough that he could use it to train.
"I won't be introducing her to the Room of Requirement until I'm sure I can trust her with knowing about Rias and Akeno, but this will work about as well," Harry thought to himself as they reached the bottom steps.
"Lumos," he cast, illuminating the room.
"Wow, you must have really cleaned this place," Luna piped up. "It looks much better than what you described."
"Well, I didn't want nearly a thousand years of grime to scuff Fleur's lovely uniform," Harry chuckled, grinning at the statuesque blonde.
"You are so very zoughtful," Fleur giggled.
They continued on, and he hissed at the door to the main chamber, letting them in. It had been a flooded mess when he first found it, but he'd managed to restore it remarkably well. Voldemort hadn't bothered back in the day because he didn't care and didn't know how back when he was a student, but he'd learned much in the decades after that and had been more than capable of explaining how to dry out and repair the place, once Harry had ordered him to.
"This was the room where I fought the basilisk," Harry explained as they went in, "though its actual chambers were behind that door there."
"'Ow did you fight it?" Fleur asked, "And when?"
"In my second year and with a sword," Harry replied. At her disbelieving look, he added, "It's eyes had already been scratched out by our headmaster's phoenix, so I didn't have to fear its deadly gaze. Just it's deadly teeth and enormous body."
He chuckled at that last part, though neither of the girls joined in.
"Show her your scar," Luna piped up, flashing her eyes wide for a moment.
"Scar?" Fleur asked.
"Yeah, I ended up stabbing the damn thing through the roof of its mouth, the only vulnerable part that I could find," Harry explained, pulling his robe open enough to reveal the round scar on his shoulder.
"Here, I can help," Luna said, grabbing her wand. Before Harry could say a word, with an impish grin on her face, she summoned his clothes off of his body, leaving him in just pants and shoes.
"Mon Dieu!" Fleur gasped as she saw him.
"Thanks, Luna," Harry ground through his teeth while giving her a look that promised a spanking later, something she didn't look the least bit bothered by.
"Zis is it?" Fleur asked, ghosting her fingers over the rough scar tissue on his shoulder.
"Yeah," Harry replied, shivering at her touch. "Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, was still there and was kind enough to cry in the wound."
"'E saved your life," Fleur said absentmindedly, still running her hand over his scar and staring at his muscular torso. "Multiple scars and a body like zis, one would zink you'd been trained for war."
"Just forced to fight," Harry replied grimly. "Anyway, it won't help specifically with the second task, but I was thinking that you could join Luna and me in mock-dueling. It's what I've been using to hone my skills and improve my reflexes."
It had been in the beginning, anyway. More recently, he'd begun improving his spell repertoire and focusing on trying to actually spar with Rias and Akeno. The key word was still try, as they were well beyond him, but then, they'd be well beyond most wizards and witches. He figured that it would be a good place to start with Fleur, though, giving them a chance to get to know each other better, and that if they decided that they liked training together, then he could focus on more aquatic training.
"Zat sounds good," Fleur replied. "What spells do you usually stick to?"
"Stingers and paint conjuring mostly," Harry replied. "To replicate things like stunners and cutting curses without actually sending one another to the hospital wing."
"Good to know you aren't entirely mad," Fleur teased, "at least when you're not fighting basilisks."
"Or trolls, or cerberi, or dementors, or dragons," Harry listed. In his mind, he added, "Or Crouch," feeling the usual sting of rage that he did when recalled the death eater who'd bested him and used his blood to revive Voldemort.
"No wonder you were so calm before ze dragon," Fleur said, her eyes widening the more he spoke. "What sort of school is zis?"
"For regular students, it's mostly normal," Harry chuckled. "Danger just happens to stalk me like a starving animal."
"And yet, you've overcome every challenge," Fleur breathed, sounding impressed.
"I've had no choice," Harry replied, summoning back his shirt and putting it on, making Luna pout.
"If I'm sitting out this round, then you two can start on my signal," she said, transfiguring part of the floor into a chair for her.
Harry himself had improved significantly since he started training, but he hadn't quite appreciated at first just how much Luna had picked up from taking part in it. Her transfiguration was well beyond third-year level by now, and she had even managed to learn a few of the more complicated charms he'd been working on as well.
She smiled at him as he and Fleur moved to the far ends of the round room, and once they were in position, she said, "On three. One, two, three!"
Fleur immediately fired off three stinging hexes at him, which he dodged with ease. Countless hours of dodging far faster and more painful attacks from Rias and Akeno had made that easy, and where it had taken all of his focus before, now he could do it without thinking, allowing him to counterattack immediately. A line of conjured paint streaked across the room, forcing Fleur to duck.
"It's actually really impressive zat you conjure at all," she remarked. "You 'ave not even sat your OWLs yet."
"I'm still finding it tricky," Luna admitted. "Mostly, I just fling stingers at him and watch him jump around. All that running and jumping has given him such a nice bum."
Fleur giggled at that, while Harry gave Luna a deadpan stare. Taking advantage of his distraction, Fleur shot a wordless stinging hex his way. Harry saw it coming, but rather than dodge it, he tried to swat it.
"Fuck," he hissed as he failed, managing to hold onto his wand despite the pain.
"Spell swatting too?" Fleur asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I can pull it off about half the time now," Harry grumbled, shaking his hand as it started to swell a little.
She gave him another appraising look before beginning again. The two of them continued their sparring for a while, gliding about the room and lobbing the least dangerous offensive spells they knew at each other. Eventually, they moved past stinging hexes and added stunners and shields to their approved spell list. Luna sat and watched them eagerly, entertained as she always was by Harry's training when she wasn't an active participant. Nothing they were using was beyond her ability, and the odd time a stray spell went her way, she was able to get a shield up easily enough.
Harry quickly realized just why Fleur had been chosen as her school's champion, not having gotten much of a demonstration of her abilities during the first task. Against the dragon, she'd just used her phoenix-gifted ability to sing and, as he'd learned later, a water-conjuring spell to put out the flames that caught her skirt. In the actual mock-duel, though, she demonstrated far more of what she was capable of.
For one thing, she was incredibly nimble on her feet and glided around the room almost effortlessly. When Harry started training, he'd taken more than one tumble across the ground because he lost his footing, something that had stopped happening weeks ago. Fleur showed no such issues, and soon enough, the two of them had both worked up a sweat.
"You're incredible," Harry commented as he swatted away her latest stunner.
"I'm good, you're incredible," Fleur corrected him. "As if I didn't already 'ave trouble believing you're a fourth year."
"I wasn't this good when my name came out of the goblet, I assure you," Harry chuckled. "Even with all the other times my life's been in danger, it took the tournament to really make me realize that I had to take all of this more seriously."
"'Arry, 'ave you ever given any zought to getting your education elsewhere?" Fleur asked. "Zis school sounds like it is bad for your 'ealth. Beauxbatons would be 'appy to 'ave you and it would be far less dangerous, I assure you. Ze weather would also be infinitely better."
"I have no doubt," Harry chuckled, though in truth, her words did make him think, not about going to Beauxbatons, but about what he was going to do once the Horcrux was gone.
With it removed, he would theoretically have no further barriers to accepting an evil piece and becoming a devil, and after that, there really wouldn't be much of a place for him at Hogwarts. The castle had been like a home to him for years, the first one he could remember, and he knew that he'd miss it, but he also knew that Rias was going to want him with her once he was a devil, and as he thought about it, he realized something else. She was home to him. Being able to wake up with her in his arms and not have to summon her just to see her would be incredible, and if both Luna and Hermione joined him in becoming devils, there wouldn't be all that much keeping him in Britain at all.
"You wouldn't be there, unfortunately," Harry murmured, not giving voice to any of the thoughts swirling through his head.
"Ze palace 'as a few other attractions, I assure you," Fleur smiled.
"I'd miss you if you left," Luna said simply.
"You know I wouldn't leave you," Harry said warmly, making her smile widely.
Getting her father on board with any sudden changes would potentially be difficult, but he'd cross that bridge when they got there.
"Shall we begin again?" Fleur asked, "or would you like a turn, Luna?"
"I can tag in when either of you next hits the other," Luna replied.
With a smile on his face, Harry readied himself to resume the spar, glad that he'd thought to use training to get to know the gorgeous Veela better. Not only was she good company, but she was good with her wand too. Trying not to think about how good she'd be with his wand, he dodged her first stinging hex and returned fire.
"It's all thanks to you," Harry said. "Your time-turner and your belief in me. Without you, I wouldn't have saved Sirius. I owe you so much, Hermione."
"Not as much as I owe you," Hermione replied, staring up into his gorgeous eyes and wishing that she could lose herself in the emerald pools forever. "I…"
"Are you saying that you don't want a reward?" Harry asked, his voice low and rumbling as he took a step forward.
Hermione backed into the door of the train compartment, shivering as she found herself pinned between it and the hard, surprisingly muscular body of her best friend. As he pressed himself against her, one particularly hard part of his anatomy pressed against her, and she gasped.
"Wha...what kind of reward?" she squeaked, flushing red at her own broken voice.
"We both know what you want from me," Harry whispered in her ear, "what you've always wanted. The train won't reach the station for hours, and no one will dare bother us in here. Say the word, and I will worship every inch of your beautiful body until you're a panting, sweaty mess, begging for release."
Hermione was shaking with need already, wet and wanting in a way she only ever got when she thought about Harry. She knew that at a single touch from him, she'd crave him forever, and her heart hammered in her chest as indecision clawed at her.
"He's man enough to fully satisfy two creatures of lust, Hermione," Rias purred, suddenly in the train car. "Two of us and a witch."
"Face it, he'd utterly ruin you," Akeno grinned, walking her fingers up the brunette's arm. "You'd know pleasure that you've never even imagined. What does it matter if he has a few other lovers too? It's not like we wouldn't welcome you happily."
"Harry's penis is enormous," Luna said sagely.
"Gah!" Hermione gasped as she woke, her face going crimson as she realized that she'd nodded off while reading in her dorm room.
"That must have been some dream," Lavender giggled, making her blush even harder. "Relax, luv, we're the only ones in here just now, and I've heard you have dreams like that before. Your secret's safe with me."
"Th...thank you," Hermione stammered, mortified beyond measure. "What time is it?"
"Supper's about to start," Lavender replied. "You okay?"
"Yes," Hermione replied, casting a quick tempus charm to confirm the time and scowling as she did.
She'd intended to get a little reading done in her spare time, as only being three chapters ahead in her Charms textbook simply wasn't enough, and she must have nodded off as her body tried to catch up on sleep.
Because, of course, she couldn't sleep.
"Are you coming?" Lavender asked.
"No, there's something else I need to deal with," Hermione replied. "I'll see you later."
"Later," Lavender smiled before heading out.
The thing in question was paying Dobby to bring her food again, like she'd done the night before, because she really couldn't guarantee that seeing Harry just then wouldn't make her head overheat to the point of melting. The affectionate house elf wouldn't accept more than a knut, but Hermione was too scatter-brained to argue.
"I hate this," she thought to herself as she put a feather in her book to keep her place and set it back in her trunk.
All her life, she'd been decisive and assertive. Half the reason she never had friends while she was in school was because it took her forever to learn how to keep an opinion to herself. She hated feeling so weak and indecisive, but what could one do when the thing they wanted most terrified them?
"The girl who set a professor's robes on fire in her first year here would be very disappointed," she thought to herself glumly.
She wanted Harry more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life, and she was pretty sure that he was attracted to her as well. Luna certainly seemed to think so, though that was the core of the matter. Luna, Akeno, and Rias were in his life to stay, and she knew that if she was going to date him, she'd be one of four and potentially more. The others were willing to welcome her into their odd little relationship too, so she couldn't truly resent them.
She just had to share him with them.
"I would be an only child," she thought to herself, shaking her head.
She hadn't had to share anything growing up and couldn't deny that it left a mark on her. The idea of sharing wasn't even the part that bothered her most.
"Rias and Akeno are supernaturally beautiful women, and even Luna is very pretty," she thought to herself. "It's perfectly natural to look at them and think they're gorgeous and being turned on after seeing them so thoroughly debauched by Harry is…"
She sighed and called out, "Dobby?"
"Harry Potter's Hermione wants Dobby?" Dobby asked, and Hermione flushed at what the elf insisted on calling her.
"Could you bring me more of the same as yesterday?" she asked.
"Shepherd's pie and a mug of butterbeer coming up," Dobby smiled, disappearing and reappearing a moment later with her dinner.
"Thank you so much," Hermione said, handing him a knut.
"Dobby is happy to help," Dobby replied before disappearing again.
"Merlin, I love lamb," she groaned as she dug into her meal, setting the mug down on her end table.
She ate in silence, enjoying the tranquil quiet of her dormroom compared to the raucous noise she would have found in the great hall. This was much more helpful to her as she weighed the pros and cons of the decision before her.
Rias had been pretty clear in her offer. Becoming a devil would mean spending millenia at her side, serving her, and gaining permanent access to all the knowledge in the world for it. She was under no illusions about being able to copy and remove half of what she'd seen in the omnilibrary. Even if she spent the next few years working at it, she couldn't afford enough paper to copy it all onto. Rias could, though, and would likely get it done very quickly too. Beyond that, though, the pointed look she gave her when she specified that Harry would be part of it was too telling to be anything other than an invitation to join her with him too.
"The debauchery you walked in on today would likely be nothing compared to what you'd experience daily if both you and Harry became devils," her traitorous mind thought, and she rubbed her thighs together at the thought. "Could I really live like that, though?"
Her parents might not be the warmest creatures on Earth, but they had instilled in her a set of values that she held to. Living a life of orgiastic Bacchanalian hedonism was pretty firmly against those values, and that was precisely what she expected life with devils to be like.
"Oh, so you did eat," Harry said, and Hermione screamed.
"Harry?" she hissed, whipping around and seeing him flying just outside her window.
"I made a roast beef sandwich for you," Harry said, holding it out. "Mind if I come in?"
"I guess this is one way around the enchanted stairs," Hermione snorted, shaking her head. "Okay, though I don't think you'll fit easily."
"Oh, that's simple," Harry replied, flicking his wand into his hand.
Without a word, he transfigured her window into a hole large enough to fly through easily and dropped in. Hermione felt heat pool in her lower belly at the casual display of magic, realizing again just how much her friend had improved as a wizard since he summoned Rias into his life.
"I already ate, but I could probably take half of that," Hermione said, looking down at the delicious sandwich in his hands.
"Fleur showed me a stasis charm for food, so I loaded it with up with beef drippings and froze it in place," Harry replied, transfiguring a quill into a knife and cutting the sandwich in half.
"Au jus, how appropriate?" Hermione chuckled, taking the sandwich from him as he sat next to her on her bed. "Are you planning to seduce Fleur too?"
"I don't even know if I could introduce her to Rias and Akeno yet," Harry replied. "If she's cool with them and everyone's interested, then sure?"
"Do you ever wonder how your life became...this?" Hermione asked, moaning as she dug into the pseudo beef dip.
"Oh, every day," Harry replied once he'd swallowed. "No idea what they all see in me, but I'm not about to argue."
"I'd say I have a pretty good idea," Hermione smiled, and his eye bore into hers, making her shiver.
"I figured you just needed time to think," Harry said, "but I also know you well enough to know that you can overthink if left to your own devises."
"I can't argue with that," Hermione sighed as she washed down the last of her meal with her butterbeer. "Want some?"
"Sure, thanks," Harry replied, taking a sip before handing her back the mug.
Their hands touched as she took it back, and she gasped at the spark she felt.
"It's okay," Harry whispered, rubbing little circles over the back of her hand. "Just a spark. I think there's been one between us for a while now."
"Harry!" Hermione gasped.
"Am I wrong?" Harry asked, peering deeply into her eyes.
"No, you're not wrong," Hermione whispered, "though I was sure it was purely one-sided. Is this because of how I looked at the Yule Ball? Because, Harry, that wasn't me."
"It looked like you," Harry chuckled. When she went to argue, he said, "That wasn't the first time that I thought you were sexy, Hermione."
"Sexy?" Hermione squeaked. "I mean...er...when?"
"When you punched Malfoy in the face," Harry replied, and her jaw dropped.
"Really?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Picture me doing it and tell me you wouldn't find it hot," Harry said heatedly, and Hermione blushed. "It doesn't hurt that you were wearing those tight, bloody jeans. Fuck, you look good in them."
"Harry," Hermione breathed, her heart racing in her chest so fast she swore it might burst out.
"Say the word, and I'll draw your curtains closed, silence the bed, and spend all night showing you exactly how much I want you," Harry rumbled, and Hermione snapped.
Pulling him in, she mashed her lips against his and moaned when he moved her onto her back and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. Sliding it against hers, he coaxed it out to play as he continued kissing her passionately. She followed his lead, lacking his experience, and soon they were making out, pouring every bit of their desires for each other into each kiss. Hermione felt her cotton panties soak through in moments and cried out when Harry ground his hardness against her through their clothes.
"Wait, wait, wait," Hermione gasped. "The others…"
"Are all okay with this," Harry cut her off. "Are you okay with them?"
As horny as she felt in that moment, she was pretty sure that she could be okay with anything, though she didn't know if she'd feel the same in the morning.
"We can take things slow if you need to," Harry murmured against her ear.
Slow would be smart, it would be safe, and responsible, all things that Hermione usually was. She didn't want to be those things in that moment, though; in that moment, she wanted to be his, even if just for one night.
"I've wanted you since I woke from my petrification, Harry," she said. "I think that's slow enough."
"Why then?" Harry asked, unable to stop himself.
"I heard everything while I was frozen, Harry," Hermione replied. "I know how often you came by to read to me. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me."
"I couldn't stay away," Harry murmured, kissing her again.
She sat up, not breaking contact with his lips for a moment, and scooted back so that her legs were fully on the bed. He climbed in after her and, with a wave of his wand, closed the curtains behind him.
"I can't believe my first time's going to be here," Hermione whispered.
"In a couple days, we can go up to the room, have it recreate your bedroom again, and do it there," Harry suggested. "I'd like to take you in your own bed."
If Hermione grew any hotter, she feared she'd catch fire.
"I...want to see you," she stammered.
"You've already seen most of me," Harry chuckled. "I'm sorry about that again, by the way."
"Luna apologized too," Hermione laughed lightly. "She almost sounded like she meant it."
"She can be a bit of a brat," Harry rumbled, making her pussy flutter around nothing from his tone, "but she means well. The other day was genuinely a mistake too."
"She seemed pretty out of it," Hermione commented. "You seem to have that effect on women."
"As you'll learn soon enough," Harry smirked.
He removed his robes, and his shirt soon followed, revealing his deliciously muscular physique. If there was one thing that Hermione could absolutely be thankful to Rias for, it was inspiring him to develop his body. She bit her lip as he stood up and removed his belt. From where she was seated, his bulge was lined up with her face, and her eyes widened as she saw just how large it looked. She had seen it in all its glory before, but from a distance and in a state of shock. Up close, even through his pants, it looked even larger than before, and as he slowly pulled them down, revealing inch after thick inch of his rock-hard erection, her breath hitched.
"Oh my God," Hermione breathed as it sprung free. "This isn't the result of an engorgement charm gone wrong, right?"
"You know, as well as I do, that wouldn't have ended well," Harry chuckled, taking his cock in hand and lifting it up until it was pressed against his abs.
It was so long and so thick that she didn't know how it was going to fit inside her, but she knew that she wasn't going to be able to rest until she tried.
"It doesn't bite," Harry quipped as he let it go and stand on its own.
"Then I guess I shouldn't either," Hermione giggled, still feeling nervous. "Sit, please."
Harry sat down, and Hermione reached out to wrap her hand around his cock, finding that her fingers didn't even touch. She gave it a few tentative strokes, marveling at how simultaneously hard and soft it was. He was uncut, she noticed, though she had seen as much through that speedo Luna had him wear. When she saw a pearlescent drop of liquid form in the center of his bulbous head, without even thinking, she leaned forward and licked it up, making him hiss. It didn't taste bad at all, she determined, and she started planting wet kisses all over his glans.
"Fuck, Mione," Harry groaned, and she rubbed her thighs together at the sound.
Her eyes locked onto his face, and she found his look of pleasure to be the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. His cock was ridiculously thick, and she had to stretch her lips wide to take him in, but soon she had a couple inches of his heavy length resting against her tongue.
"I can't believe you're sucking my cock," Harry gasped, his fingers snaking into her bushy hair. "Mind your teeth and don't try to take too much of it."
Hermione nodded and started slowly bobbing her head up and down, taking little more than the head and a couple inches beyond it. She moved her tongue against it in every way she could think of, keeping her eyes focused on him to see what worked, and caved her cheeks in a bit to start sucking on him more. Using both hands, she started stroking him, and quickly enough, she'd worked her way up to a steady rhythm.
"Fuck me, you're a natural," Harry groaned, and she preened at the praise.
More of his precum spilled onto her tongue, and she swallowed it happily, thrilled at being able to bring him such pleasure. Keeping one hand on his cock, she brought the other down to his balls and carefully cupped them.
"Even they're comically large," she thought to herself as she fondled his testicles. "Did his mum's family have giant's blood?"
"Oh Merlin, Hermione," Harry groaned, and she laughed with glee, making him groan again.
Feeling more confident, she took a little more of his cock into her mouth and sped up. She felt him get dangerously close to the back of her throat and gagged slightly, but just moved back a little without pausing.
"Hermione, fuck," Harry moaned, and she swore she might cum if he moaned her name again. "I'm getting close."
She appreciated the warning, but she was determined to make him cum in her mouth and didn't slow at all. Instead, she moaned around his length and moved her hand up along the back of his sack until she was pressing a finger right into his perineum.
"Fuck!" Harry cried as he came, filling her mouth with cum.
The first powerful spurt hit the back of her throat, and Hermione gagged, pulling back a little. The change in direction meant the next one hit the roof of her mouth, and she desperately tried to swallow, not wanting to get any of it in her hair. She tried to time her swallowing with his spurting, but it didn't work, and much of it ended up dribbling out of her mouth and onto her robes before she pulled back coughing.
"Sorry," Harry gasped, panting for breath.
"Sokay," Hermione coughed. "Not used to it."
She recovered quickly enough, having swallowed most of his semen, which she found didn't taste nearly as bad as what she'd read about. It was salty but not terribly bitter, and she knew that she wouldn't mind doing that again, perhaps with advice from the others.
"Oh, damn it," she hissed as she realized just how much of his load had fallen on her robes.
"Here, let me," Harry said, grabbing his wand and cleaning it off. "How the hell was that your first time sucking cock?"
"I do read, in case you haven't noticed," Hermione smirked.
"And what sort of books have you been reading, Miss Granger?" Harry asked, his voice low and rumbling.
"Not the kind I'd find in the library," Hermione admitted. "It's not like reading could really prepare me entirely for the real thing anyway, especially with you producing enough semen to make a breeding horse envious."
"Am I really that abnormal?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I don't know exactly what's normal, but I'd wager from what I've read that most guys produce perhaps a teaspoon per orgasm," Hermione replied. "What I just swallowed was more than that, and I didn't get it all."
"Huh, weird," Harry remarked, "though it's hardly the weirdest thing about me."
"I suppose not," Hermione chuckled. "Harry, I…"
"If you think there's any chance that I'm not repaying the favor after that, you're insane," Harry grinned.
"Return the...I mean, if you want to…" Hermione stuttered before Harry cut her off with a soft kiss.
"I'm not going to be happy until I've made you scream my name with my tongue," Harry whispered in her ear.
With a flick of his wand, she was undressed, save for her panties, and she immediately shrieked and moved to cover her breasts out of habit.
"Covering these would be a crime," Harry said, taking her hands in his and staring down at her wonderfully perky tits.
They weren't large, being only a little bigger than Luna's, but they were beautifully shaped with two small, reddish pink nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass. Harry let her hands go, and they fell to her sides as she stared up at him, luxuriating in the obvious desire in his gaze. Her brown eyes looked black with lust, and as he parted her plush thighs, he realized why. Her panties, white, cotton, practical things were practically invisible, they were so wet, and he was able to make out every fold of her perfect little pussy through them.
"I must admit that I always pictured you with a bush," Harry commented as he peeled the panties down.
"And just how many times have you pictured me naked?" Hermione asked, gasping as she felt the fabric pull away from her soaking wet cunt.
"More times than I could count," Harry replied, and Hermione trembled at his words.
"My pubic hair isn't exactly sparse if I grow it out, and shockingly, I don't really like having body hair," Hermione snarked and Harry laughed as he realized what she was getting at.
"I guess the cat incident turned you off of the concept," he chuckled.
"Wearing clothes over fur was so itchy and so uncomfortable," Hermione shuddered. "The hair on my head is more than enough to deal with, and the depilatory charm is easy enough."
"I'm not complaining," Harry said as he finished removing her panties and threw them aside. "Fuck, you have a beautiful pussy."
"Harry!" Hermione whined, embarrassed.
"It's true," Harry chuckled, kissing her inner thigh, making her breath hitch.
He continued down, kissing his way towards her heated core, knowing that foreplay was the last thing she needed right now. He would happily take his time and explore every inch of her beautiful body later, but for now, she clearly needed to cum.
"Oh Merlin, please!" Hermione gasped when he kissed her mound, just next to her labia.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry smirked before giving her a long lick from her dripping hole to her clit.
Hermione screamed, and her thighs clamped around his head, and Harry knew that this wasn't going to take long. He didn't know if she just didn't touch her, which seemed unlikely, or if it had been a while, but she seemed rather pent-up, something that he was more than happy to help her with. Lapping at her slick folds, he took his time to see what she liked best, though given that she shook and cried out at nearly every flick of his tongue, he eventually figured that that would be best explored later.
"Oh, Harry, oh fuck that feels so good," Hermione babbled, sounding out of her mind already. When he started swirling his tongue around her throbbing clit, she screamed, "Yes, right there!"
Harry chuckled, loving how responsive she was, and wrapped his lips around her little pearl, sucking lightly. Her clit was one that fully left its hood when she was sufficiently turned on, and brushing his tongue against it directly made her arse rise off of the bed.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Hermione screamed, digging her nails into his scalp as she held him in place.
He kept going, wanting to bring her right to the edge of madness before he cheated and made his tongue vibrate. Pushing a finger inside her sopping wet tunnel, he groaned at how tight she was, and when he felt her start to flutter around his digit, he knew that she was moments from cumming.
"Cum for me, Hermione," he hissed, his tongue pressed right against her sensitive clit.
"HARRY!" she squealed at the top of her lungs.
She was so loud that he wondered if she'd somehow break through his silencing charm, but even if he wanted to, he couldn't have checked it at that moment because her surprisingly strong thighs held his head in place. She writhed and convulsed in ecstasy beyond anything she'd ever known, and her back arched off the bed as wave after unending wave of pleasure thundered through every inch of her body. He reached up and grabbed her arse, feeling the plump, wonderfully round cheeks that he'd fantasized about multiple times.
"Fucking her doggystyle is going to be incredible," he thought to himself.
He doubted that would happen tonight, though, expecting her to want to be taken on her back her first time and save exploration for another time. He kept her orgasm going for a solid minute before backing away and letting her slump back down on her bed, staring up at nothing through glassy eyes and panting hard.
"What...the...hell?" she asked as she continued panting.
"Parseltongue," Harry replied, surprised that Luna hadn't bragged about it to try and lure her into bed with him.
"Vibrating tongue," Hermione panted. "Holy shit!"
"It's come in handy," Harry chuckled, licking his lips.
"Take me, Harry," Hermione sighed. "Now, while I'm still too loopy and relaxed to worry about that centaur cock of yours."
"As you wish," Harry said, smirking at the compliment.
Wrapping his hand around his cock, he moved into position and lined himself up with her pussy. Given her inexperience, he didn't expect this to be easy, but she felt nearly boneless just then and was about as relaxed as she could be. Pushing forward, he felt the head of his cock pop inside her and groaned at how wonderfully hot, wet, and tight she felt.
"Oh!" Hermione cried, the fog her chain orgasms had put over her mind evaporating in an instant. "Oh Merlin, that's so big!"
"You feel so good," Harry whispered in her ear as she wrapped her arms around him and held tight. "You're so tight, baby."
"Of course I'm tight, you're shoving something as big as my forearm inside me!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I don't think I'm quite that big," Harry laughed, brushing her hair out of her beautiful face. "How does it feel?"
"It burns," Hermione replied. "That would be the stretch, because fuck, you are stretching me, but it also feels good. I'm really glad I don't have my hymen anymore."
"I was going to ask," Harry murmured.
"I transfigured a pair of my panties into a dildo and took it in a warm bath last year," Hermione replied. "It was the holidays, I had my dorm and its restroom to myself, and I figured, why not?"
She felt his cock throb within her and grinned, saying, "Does the thought of my touching myself turn you on?"
"Yes," Harry replied, his eyes nearly black with lust.
"Push more of your cock in me, and I might tell you what I was imagining you doing to me while I broke my hymen," Hermione whispered in his ear, and he immediately thrust forward, burying another inch inside her.
"Yes!" Hermione cried. "Oh, wow. Go slow, but I think I can actually take it."
"I know you can," Harry replied.
"To be honest, I...ooh...doubted it," Hermione gasped as he pulled a little of his cock from her depths and pushed more inside.
As Harry stretched her slippery inner walls wide, Hermione gasped, whimpered, and moaned, clinging to him like a liferaft. Neither one said another word as he slowly eased inch after inch of his cock inside her, though she let out a near-constant string of whimpers and gasps of shock. She was so wet that even though it was a very tight fit and he was sure that he was stretching her to her limits, he managed to bury his entire length inside her. When he felt his balls come to rest against her arse, he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"You took it all, Hermione," he whispered, holding her trembling form tightly.
Her breathing was raggedy and uneven, and she couldn't stop shaking, but she smiled widely, her mind racing with a dozen different thoughts. One in particular stood out, though, which she couldn't not voice.
"You took my virginity," she whispered, and he moved his head over to look down at her, smiling widely. "There's no one else I would have wanted."
Harry kissed her then, not trusting himself to express what he wanted to in words, and she returned it with equal passion. He held still, giving her time to adjust to his size, and caressed her softly. Reaching down, he cupped one of her perky breasts, kneading the mound softly.
"Oh, fuck!" Hermione cried.
"You have such beautiful breasts," Harry murmured, leaning in to capture one of her hard nipples with his lips.
Hermione gasped at the feeling but faltered and said, "I've seen Rias and Akeno naked, you know?"
"And you've seen Luna too," Harry replied. "Though the women in my life all seem to disagree, size isn't everything."
Hermione snorted at his joke, but felt better than she had and relaxed a little bit. Harry felt her relax but decided to give her a little more time to adjust to him and returned to her breasts, kissing, licking, and sucking on the small mounds. She moaned and held onto his head, enjoying the exquisite pleasure that she felt. She hadn't thought that having her nipples sucked on would be quite this intense, but soon enough, she felt herself climbing towards another peak.
"Move," she begged, and he grinned, pulling most of his cock from her clinging depths.
She whimpered at the loss, feeling unbearably empty in his wake, only to cry out in pleasure as he thrust back forward. Slowly, he took her, fucking with long, deep thrusts without being too rough or quick. She felt incredible around him, so wonderfully tight, but he knew that he'd have no trouble keeping himself under control until he'd made her cum again.
"That feels...ugh...so good," Hermione moaned as her brain slowly got used to the pleasure of having her sensitive flesh massaged by his length. "I'm so bloody full."
She felt like she was being stretched to her limit, and it was almost painfully intense, but the pleasure was mild-blowing. Even after reading the smut novels that she had, she never would have actually believed that size mattered, or at least that it would to her, but she couldn't imagine it without that mind-bending stretch.
"Harder," she moaned after a couple minutes of slow sex, and he quickly obeyed.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Harry groaned as he watched her breasts jiggle on her chest with his every thrust. "I wish I'd told you that last year."
"So do...ahh!" Hermione cried as the head of his cock bumped against something deep inside her that made her see stars. "Hit that again!"
Harry chuckled and changed the angle of his thrusts slightly to hit that spot more directly, grinning as he felt the head of his cock slip into the little pocket at the back of her tight tunnel. She grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs more tightly around him, digging her heels into his muscular arse as he picked up his pace again.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!" she screamed with each thrust, feeling like she was losing her mind.
It felt so impossibly good, and deep within the recesses of her mind, she realized just what it was that he was stimulating within her, but she was in no position to think about it just then. For the first time in her life, she wasn't worried about anything. Her grades, her teachers, her parent's distance, and even the man fucking her brains out just then didn't occur to her at all, as she was swept up in a maelstrom of pleasure that seemed like it would never end. She stayed plateaued at the precipice of ecstasy for what felt like an eternity until finally, with one particularly hard thrust, Harry sent her careening over the edge, and her world went white.
"Fuck," Harry grunted as he felt her cum around him while she screamed at the top of her lung.
Hermione's already tight tunnel spasmed around him, milking his cock hard, but his self-control was extraordinary by then, and he held on easily, fucking her through her entire climax. He looked down at her as she writhed in pleasure and grinned. Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes were rolled back, and her mouth was agape as she was completely consumed by her climax. He thought she'd never looked better.
"How...how...how," she panted as she came down from her high, still sounding delirious.
Harry rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and brought both of his hands down onto her plush arse, making her shriek and push herself up to look at him.
"I can't wait to fuck you from behind," he whispered in her ear. "You seriously have one of the greatest asses I've ever seen."
"Do...do it," Hermione stammered, more than willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her in that moment.
"You're sure?" Harry asked.
"If you can make me cum that hard again, you can do what you like," Hermione promised, feeling slightly lightheaded.
"Oh, Hermione," Harry chuckled, rolling her back over and pulling his cock from her depths, "you're going to cum so much harder than that tonight."
Whimpering both at the loss of him and at the thought of experiencing anything more intense than the soul-searing pleasure she'd just felt, Hermione grunted as he rolled her onto her belly and scrambled to stick her arse in the air for him.
"It's really that good?" she asked as she felt him palm her plump cheeks. "To be honest, I was starting to think that it was too big."
"Nonsense," Harry breathed, spreading her cheeks wide and staring down at her gaping, very pink pussy, and winking arsehole. "You're perfect."
Hermione squeaked at his compliment and the sheer earnestness in his voice and then screamed as he buried himself to hilt inside her again. As she clawed at the sheets before her, wondering again how it was possible for mere penetration to feel so incredible, all of her fears melted away.
"Maybe this odd relationship will be better than I thought," she thought to herself.
His pistoning length found that spot deep inside her again just then, and Hermione felt all coherent thoughts melt away. She wouldn't have another one until morning.