Keeping it in the Family, Part 2

It was the first day of class, and Harry and Hermione were sitting at a desk listening to Professor McGonagall drone on about “complex” animal transfiguration. At least, that’s the way it sounded to Harry. As he looked to his right, he saw Hermione taking notes at an average pace, giving Harry the impression that she had already read all she could about it and most likely memorized it.

He let out a snort at the thought and tried to mask it as a cough, but couldn’t quite pull it off. Hermione quickly gave him a dirty look, as if making a noise during class was now a crime. As he caught her eye, he gave her an amused look, and with a flash of inspiration, lowered his right hand onto her lower thigh, which wasn’t covered by her black skirt (which seemed to have gotten shorter since he last saw her in it). She quickly batted it away with her hand, annoyed at him for trying anything in the middle of class.

He repeated the action, and Hermione, who was afraid another quick hand movement would draw too much attention, did nothing to stop him. Harry kept watch on her face as she continued to take notes. She eyes were squinted in annoyance, but she was biting her lip, not wanting any involuntary noises to escape.

His hands continued to stroke her inner thigh and he kept moving up, eventually getting to the hem of her skirt. The tips of his fingers brushed it aside, and he continued onward getting closer and closer to her panty-covered pussy. He drew little teasing circles as he got closer and Hermione started moving ever so slightly in her seat, rocking her hips toward Harry’s hand. Harry smiled at this and granted her unspoken request and laid his fingers against her panties, right above her clit. She started to give a quick little whimper before she bit her lip to suppress it. Luckily, no one heard it as McGonagall had just finished waving her wand, making toad appear on the desks for practice. Hermione quickly scratched something out on her parchment, and Harry got a glimpse of the end before it disappeared: ‘-k me’. Harry had a strong suspicion that she had, in her pleasured state, subconsciously written ‘Fuck me’, and tried to quickly get rid of the evidence.

With a smile, he started rubbing his fingers against her pussy, letting out a quiet chuckle at her situation. As she struggled to get out her wand, she gave him a half scathing, half ‘I’m really horny, fuck me’ look.

Without wasting another second, his fingers pulled her panties aside and he ran his fingers over her opening, causing Hermione to grab the edge of the desk to keep herself sitting upright. Harry then let his fingers slip inside her, relishing the feel of her tight walls clenching around his fingers, imaging his cock in their place. As he started to pump in and out of her, a large bang sounded, as well as a few screams, and the entire room was bathed in thick gray smoke.

Harry took this opportunity and quickly dropped under the desk, kneeled in front of Hermione’s seat, and grabbed her behind the knees, sliding her hips closer to his mouth.
He promptly latched his mouth to her pussy lips, shoving his tongue inside her, thanking God that the smoke was creating such a distraction: he could hear Hermione moaning quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. With one hand holding her hips still, the other traveled to her clit, and he started rubbing it in time with his tongue’s thrusts.

Hermione couldn’t stand the pleasure, and as soon as she felt the extra pressure on her clit, her hands grabbed for Harry’s hair and she latched on tight as she came, her juices leaking onto his face.

Cleaning himself quickly, he got back in his seat, while Hermione rearranged herself. The smoke looked like it was not going to clear out anytime soon, so she lunged at Harry and kissed him fiercely, rubbing his crotch where she knew he would be hard as a rock after her orgasm. She quickly unzipped him and pulled out his cock, taking her hand and rubbing it up and down along his length. Before he even had time to moan, her mouth was around the head of his cock and she was suckling him tenderly, while her hand was doing the exact opposite on his shaft, stroking up and down furiously. The contrast was driving Harry wild, and he started bucking up into her mouth, eager to cum quickly, knowing that probably didn’t have much time left. He took his hands and ran them through her hair, and the feeling of his hand running through her curls in the middle of a crowded classroom sent a surge of pleasure through him and his cock twitched and shot its load into Hermione’s mouth, who quickly swallowed it up. When she was sure she had gotten the last drop, she pulled her mouth off of him and smiled, straightening her hair into a manageable position.

Within 30 seconds, the smoke had cleared, and it seemed that, like always, Neville was once again the culprit.

“Alright, class dismissed! Would Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Granger please stay behind a few moments? Thank you.” She gave Harry and Hermione a piercing gaze, and Hermione put on a troubled face, while Harry just looked plain scared.


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A/N: OK, I'm sorry it took so long to update. I've been doing a million other things and couldn't quite find the time to sit and write it all out. I realize this is a fairly short chapter, but that is because it's mainly to tide you over until I write the next one, which should be soon *crosses fingers*.