A Christmas Break

It would be nice to be paid for writting this stuff, but I'm afraid I don't.

Chapter 3.


She made him lie down flat and then straddled him, lowering her breasts close enough to his body that her erect nipples gentle rubbed his hairless chest. He shuddered at the delicate touch and she smiled at the positive response she was getting.

Harry watched enthralled as inch by inch Hermione moved down to his crotch making light kisses as she went. For a moment he had been bitterly disappointed that this was all going to end when Hermione had said this was a one off special. Now he could feel himself stiffening up, and she hadn’t even reached his groin yet. After every kiss, she had reached his stomach now; she would look up at him to see what effect she was having on him.

When Hermione began to blow gentle on his semi erect member Harry gave a great sigh of delight and shivered. Hermione firmly grasped the base and gave it two long strokes with her hand blowing on it all the while. She then looked directly into his eyes and licked her lips nervously before lowering her open mouth over the head of his now fully erect cock, all the while continuing to maintaining eye contact.

When she closed her lips and sucked Harry gave a long low moan of contentment and closed his eyes. This was like nothing he had ever experienced in his whole life. He forced his eyes open to see Hermione still looking at him while slowly sliding her mouth up and down on his member. Watching his cock being swallowed was almost as erotic as feeling her tongue swirl around his engorged head inside it.

“Oh god that’s good.”

“You like it?” Hermione said grinning broadly.

“Oh yea, I’ll never get tired of that,” Harry panted pleading with his eyes for her to continue. For what seemed like an eternality to Harry Hermione continued to stare at him her hand holding him rock steady but not moving. He was on the verge of begging for her to continue when she suddenly broke eye contact and descended on his quivering cock. At first it was as wonderful as before, but Hermione kept increasing the speed and pressure of her sucking and it started to become uncomfortable.

“Easy Hermione,” he said.

“Sorry Harry.”

“It’s all right, but I think you were getting carried away there. I’ll still give you an Outstanding though.”

“Why thank you Professor. You on the other hand Exceed Expectations as you’re hung like a Troll,” Hermione said hovering over Harry’s groin with her own and she began to grind them together.

“I’m glad you find it Acceptable,” Harry groaned.

Hermione began to slowly move back and forth. Rubbing her slit with Harry’s engorged tip was making her wet again, and the desire to plunge his cock in her was becoming irresistible.

He was very big though, and she was having sudden doubts about whether she could take him all. The first time had been so rushed and demented that she didn’t really have a chance to wonder. It had just happened. This time though was in cold blood, so to speak, a deliberate action. She was being illogical she knew and she hated that. Lifting herself slightly she manoeuvred Harry’s cock to her entrance and gentle slide in the first two inches or so before letting it go hands free.

It was quite a new feeling to find herself being penetrated down there. One thing was sure it was a breathtaking thing to have a hot throbbing member doing it. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate better on all the tiny sensations that were rippling through her body. Not wanting to rush it like the first time she ever so slowly impaled herself on Harry relishing the fullness he was giving her. Just when she thought she could take no more she was unable to sink any lower. She had taken every last inch.

“There is absolutely nothing Dreadful about that feeling,” she said opening her eyes. “You’re a monster.”
“That was an amazing sight,” Harry sighed.
“How does it compare to the view outside?” Hermione asked with a cheeky grin.
“Incomparable,” Hermione shuddered as Harry reached forward to gentle squeeze both her breasts, “and these are top notch to.”

Hermione leant forward so Harry could reach her nipples with his mouth, which he greedily sucked on one after the other while massaging them at the same time. She slowly moved her hips enjoying the sensations at both ends of her body. She gave a quick gasp as Harry flexed his cock inside her, so not to be out done she responded by squeezing back.

“You feel that?” she asked when she saw his mouth twitch.

“Oh yes, very nice.”

“Harry?”

“Yes,” there was a sight hesitation in his voice.

“I know that this is all a one off thing.”

“Yes.”

“And after today we agreed not to do this again, because we don’t have any true romantic feelings for each other.”

“Yes.”

“But well I thought we should …”

“Hermione we can’t, it would only be a distraction if we continued we ...”

“No, no that’s not what I was suggesting I agree we mustn’t be distracted, and today is it. What I was thinking is that we should use this opportunity to find out what each of us likes the best.”

“Well I suppose we could, but if we’re not going to do this after today what’s the point?” Hermione could feel herself reddening at this point it had all seemed so reasonable in her head, but when she came to articulate her thoughts it did sound a bit off, but she’d started so she’d finish.

“So that when one of us is romantically entangled in the future we have a better idea of what we’re doing.” Harry looked at her as though she was mad, and then began to shake with laughter. She was torn between the wonderful feelings his laughter was sending through her, and being insulted.

“Oh Hermione sometimes you are priceless,” Harry said still laughing.

“What?”

“Only you would try and turn this into a learning opportunity.”

“Well I’ve read several books, and I just wanted to …” Harry burst out laughing again.

“You just want to do the practical,” he finished for her.

“Well yes, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing Hermione, absolutely nothing,” Harry answered straight faced, although his eyes were alive with laughter.

“So you agree then.”

“Well it does kind of take the fun out of it.”

“Learning is fun.” Hermione had never understood those who didn’t share her passion for knowledge and understanding. What on earth could be better than discovering a new fact, and seeing how it fitted in the World?

“Well I’ll agree that this lesson is fun, but I can’t see them offering it at Hogwarts.”

“Well no I can’t see that happening.”

“I mean who would take the class,” Harry said, and then he grimaced. “Don’t answer that!” Hermione had no intention of answering it. It didn’t bear thinking about.

“So you’ll tell me what you like, and don’t like, and I’ll do the same, and neither of us will get upset with the other.”

“Ok Hermione I’ll tell you, but for goodness sake do something. This inactivity is killing me.” Hermione was enjoying pining Harry to the bed but took pity on him, and if she was honest with herself she wanted to get moving too. With her weight supported by her out stretched arms she began to slide up and down the length of Harry’s cock. A few minutes of this and a warm glow was simmering through her body.

She began to steadily speed up increasing the lengths of her thrusts with her eyes closed in concentration, so when Harry slapped her hard on the bum she was taken by surprise. Harry was grinning at her when she opened her eyes, and she was about to tell him off, but the stinging sensation was strangely erotic, and she smiled back.

“You like that?” Hermione just nodded she was starting to breathe more heavily.

“What do you suggest I do in return?”

“It’s all good to me Hermione. Do what’s good for you.” Hermione redoubled her efforts and began to slam down hard on each stroke loving the slap of contact, and soon the simmering turned into a boiling hot cauldron. When she looked at Harry he had his eyes closed and seemed to be mumbling something to himself under his breath. There was no stopping it now the cauldron she had light was about to explode.

“Oh … God Harry,”

“Oh yes I can feel you coming. Go on harder, harder,” Harry cried slapping her backside again. Hermione could feel a trickle of sweat running down her back from the effort, and then all coherent thought vanished as the orgasm exploded within her. Her body began to spasm wildly, and she collapsed on Harry unable to support her weight any longer. Then just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore Harry explode within her sending her to new heights. Hermione couldn’t be sure, but it felt like she blacked out for moment.

“Unbelievable,” Harry gasped, before he again jerked uncontrollably causing Hermione to come yet again. That had to be at least three separate orgasms one after the other a small part of her mind noted. Was this down to magic?

“Harry?” Hermione said he face buried in his shoulder.

“Yea,” he answered wrapping his arms around her.

“Did you use magic?”

“No, why?”

“You were muttering something.” Hermione lifted her head and gazed into those green limpid pools that threatened to suck her in.

“I was!” he said looking confused for a moment.

“Was that some kind of delaying spell?” A light then seemed to switch on as it dawned on him what she was talking about.

“Not really I was just memorising potion ingredients,” he said.

“Why on Earth were you doing that?”

“To distract myself,” he said as though that was obvious. “I wanted to last as long as possible. Did it work?”

“I’ll say,” Hermione said as a mini after shock ran through her as she moved ever so slightly. “I’m not sure it can get better than that.”

“It was good wasn’t it?” Both of them lay there clamped together as they regained their breath and their heart beats slowly returned to normal. Eventually, and reluctantly, Hermione slide off Harry whimpering as he slipped out of her.

“I need to get my wand,” Hermione said after awhile. She had been lying there enjoying the occasional after shock that kept shuddering through her in waves. She and Harry were a mess though and needed to clean the bed and themselves up.

“I’ll get it.”

“Stay Harry I can manage.”

Harry didn’t really want to move anyway, and watched as the naked Hermione glistening with sweat reached the end of the bed and attempted to stand up. Her knees had other plans, and buckled underneath her before she was fully up, forcing her to sit back down on the bed heavily.

“You ok?”

“Yea, yea I fine, just got wobbly legs that’s all.”

“I wonder how that happened,” Harry said with a broad grin.

“You know full well how,” she said smiling back at him.

“For a pair of beginners we’re rather good at this.”

“Don’t go getting a bighead,” Hermione said walking carefully over to the chair and picking up the wand.

“You’ve got a wonderful figure Hermione. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that before. Mind you I’ve never seen you naked before today. Caught the odd accidentally glimpse, but never the whole perfect package.”

“Thank you Harry, you don’t have to flatter me. You’ve already had your wicked way with me.” Hermione proceeded to clean Harry up, and then remade the rumpled bed clothes, before climbing back in beside Harry who hadn’t moved throughout the whole operation.

“I mean it Hermione. I take you for granted, and anyway you were plenty wicked enough for both of us.” Harry moved slightly so that she could rest her head on his chest brushing her wild hair away from his face. Harry had expected that snuggling up to his best friend would have made him feel awkward, but the opposite was true. It seemed the most natural thing in the world.

“I know it’s only mid morning but I’m exhausted.” Hermione said.

“It’s been a long night. I think a nap’s in order.”

“I know you don’t like to hear it Harry, but you’re a very special person.” Harry didn’t answer he disagreed, but wasn’t prepared to argue the point. Not only that, he didn’t want to be special, being special set him apart and he didn’t want to be set apart. Within moments Hermione’s rhythmic breathing indicated she was fast asleep and Harry smiled.