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"That doesn't matter," said Hermione firmly. "Just as long as you're concentrating really, really hard on it, it'll come. Harry, we'd better get some sleep … you're going to need it."

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep. Especially with, well um…. Do you remember the last time we were in the common room together…? When you kissed me? Is there still anything there or…? Well I've got this hard-on and I know I won't be able to sleep with it. S-so, you'd really be helping me out for my task and –"

"Harry. I'd love to help you out. But I don't wanna go all the way." Harry looked very crest-fallen at this. "There is one thing I could do though. Sit down." He did so.

She parted his robes, unzipped his pants, and pulled his erection through. Her tongue ran from base to tip before focusing on the head. Then she took all seven inches of him in and ran her mouth up and down; once again slipping into her cycle. With Harry, she was well into the third round before he came. She, of course, took it in and swallowed it all.

"Oh God, Hermione. That was wonderful," he groaned as he zipped his pants.

"Thanks. And good luck tomorrow."

"Good night."

* * *

Harry had been focusing so hard on learning the Summoning Charm that evening that some of his blind panic had left him. It returned in full measure, however, on the following morning. The atmosphere in the school was one of great tension and excitement. Lessons were to stop at midday, giving all the students time to get down to the dragons' enclosure – though of course, they didn't know what they would find there.