Sexual Tension at Grimmauld Place

Chapter 5 - Harry/Hermione - Study Hard

18-12-2007 (updated 4-20-2008)
So here is chapter 5. Thanks so much for the recent reviews, as they have inspired me to overcome my inherent laziness and to write another chapter. Believe me when I say that I hear you and I want to see all four together as much as you do! I'm getting there, and anyway, I know you love the torture!

I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter. I wanted to get Hermione together with Harry, and to still have some suspense left for the big finish. I feel mostly satisfied but please if you have any comments they are warmly welcomed. Hey, leave a comment anyway to tell me what you think of the whole story!
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Harry sat in the library in one of the more comfortable chairs. He and Hermione had been doing extensive research into Horcruxes using not only the books recovered from Dumbledore's office but also from a range different volumes fortuitously available in the Black's family library. The weather was surprisingly pleasant outside with the sun darting between clouds, and a fresh breeze blowing. Unfortunately for the studious duo, the first hint of Spring outside did little to dispel the scent of mold and age that hung over the Black's repository of tomes.

"A lot of these old books have been seen a lot of use." commented Harry, looking up to admire Hermione's outfit for what must have been the hundredth time. The young Griffendor had dressed herself in a pale blue sweater with an especially low v-neck. This outer layer floated lightly over a breezy sleeveless shirt and the combination assured that Harry would be again distracted from his research before long.

What really caught his eye, in addition to the amount of skin visible around her plunging neckline, was that Hermione had decided to make herself more comfortable lately and had been wearing her hair down. Harry had always known Hermione to maintain her prim and proper conservative schoolgirl appearance and he was now mesmerized as he followed her gentle curls with his eyes as they cascaded down her back and over her shoulder.

Suddenly the thought hit him that he really should be working rather than ogling Ron's girlfriend, "Do you think Regulus was looking for a way to destroy the locket?" Harry asked, momentarily repressing his more lurid thoughts that were bubbling to the surface.

"That does seem to be the most logical explanation," responded Hermione, looking up at Harry from her copy of 'The Infernal Abyss - A Brief History.' "But honestly, the amount of wear on these pages suggests to me that the dark arts were more or less a required home-schooling subject for several generations of Blacks."

Hermione too had been watching Harry intermittently for the past hour. As they had gathered tomes and cross-references various scrolls on high shelves, she had made a point to stay in the rear to keep a close eye on Harry. Watching Harry as he now concentrated on his reading, Hermione remembered how Ron had begged off doing any type of research in the library and instead decided to go into town with his sister for supplies.

After the first five minutes as Harry had bent low to rummage around in a dusty cabinet thus giving her a more than pleasant view of his ass and a hint of the black briefs underneath his jeans, she decided Harry was the perfect companion for the afternoon after all. Besides, she smiled inwardly, maybe she would get a few more peaks at his tight butt as the day went on. IN was certainly harmless fun, she reasoned. It could only serve to get her in the mood for when Ron got back in a few hours.

"It's scary to imagine Voldemort and his followers spending summer break or Christmas at the Blacks like I used to do with the Weasley's." Harry was imagining the picture in his mind of a group of greasy-haired youths sitting around, torturing some small animal, and plotting the evil to come. Compared to his happy memories of pickup games of Quidditch in the yard at Ron's house, he saw in stark relief what he was fighting against and turned his energy again towards his research.

Two hours had passed rather quickly, as Harry placed a bookmark into a heavy book entitle ‘Blood Magic – What’s in it for Me?’ for later reference. Hermione glanced again out the window, as she had been doing at regular intervals. With Ron and Ginny off on their errands, the studious couple was also left to watch the ever-present Death Eaters outside. Their seat by the window provided some extra light for their work and also allowed them to keep an easy eye on the street below. "Hey Harry, look. I think the Death Eaters are gone!" exclaimed Hermione.

Harry stood up halfway from his chair to look over the sill and down onto the street below. He also took the rare opportunity afforded by Hermione's leaning position to gaze wantonly down her shirt for the briefest of moments until turning his attention outside. "It does look that way," Harry hesitated, his eyes shifting back and forth, "although I don't think those Death Eaters would give up so easily. I mean, they have to know we're in here. Maybe they're just taking a break."

"Or, maybe they're just trying to make it appear that they've left," cautioned Hermione, leaning farther forward and resting her chin in her hand as she thought, unknowingly allowing more of her white breasts to be ravaged by Harry's eyes. "I doubt Voldemort would care if they haven't seen anything in a week or two. He'd still want them out there and I doubt anyone would dare question the Dark Lord."

Harry tried desperately to concentrate on the problem at hand, "Maybe old Voldy has killed this pair off for lack of results," suggested Harry, half seriously. Honestly, it was difficult to even see a problem, safe in Grimmauld Place for the time being and with good portion of Hermione's cleavage was starting him in the face....

"That's a horrible thought, Harry," winced Hermione. "I still think there's a good chance they would have tried to change tactics. Especially if You-Know-Who is not happy."

Hermione's concerns did little focus Harry’s mind on any apparent danger or, for that matter, prevent an uncomfortable stiffening in his crotch. At that moment he was less concerned with finding the missing Death Eaters and more concerned with finding a suitable spell that would allow him the see what jewels Hermione's clothes were still hiding.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good think to be staring at Hermione like he was. After all he was his best friend’s girlfriend. However, maybe Ron would be able to get him some pictures, he fancied. It was true that he still hadn't debriefed his best friend on how things were going with Hermione. Maybe Ron would have some explicit details to tell. The mumbling of faint words in the back of his head barely registered until...

"Harry!"

Caught! How long had he been looking down her shirt? "Oh-god...," he stammered, "I'm sorry, Mione, I didn't think....and now you'll...it just…"

"What are you babbling on about, Harry?!" she turned to find Harry's flushed face and wide eyes. "Are you alright?"

Realizing quickly that Hermione must still have been looking out the window and trying to explain something to him, Harry recovered somewhat, "err, yes, no problem. Maybe we can do that spell you do," continued Harry, still attempting to cover, "you know that 'revealio something-or-other' thing," he finished hopefully.

Hermione now sat up straight up with an exasperated expression. "Yes, Harry, Homenum Revelio, like I was just saying! Were you even listening? We need to do something or Ron and Ginny might come back and walk right into a trap!"

"No, I mean yes! Yes of course I was listening," Harry corrected himself, pulling his shirt over the retreating bulge in his pants. "I was just trying to say it was a good idea and that you should do the spell because you’re the best at that kind of stuff, that's all," he finished hopefully, forcing himself to look her in the eyes.

Hermione's visage softened at once. "You mean it, Harry, about the spell and thinking I would be the best to cast it? I mean, it's true and all, but I don't often get compliments on my abilities," she said turning red, "my spell casting abilities, I mean.”

Harry watched her blush at his compliment and silently patted himself on the back for his deft escape. "Of course I mean it, Mione," he reassured her, "what do you want me to do?" With his full attention turned to their problem, Harry was indeed concerned about Ginny and Ron. Although they all had agreed to apparate and disapparate from the doorstep of Grimmauld Place, Harry could imagine Ron doing something stupid if he saw that the Death Eaters had gone.

"Well," she thought, looking through the warped glass of the library window, "let's see if we can get this window open. Even if someone is hiding out there I doubt we'll see them without a clear path for me to cast the spell."

“Right.” Harry looked at the old window, and the layers of paint caked into every crevice. "Do you think all the windows are like this one?" Harry thought out loud. Flexing his legs and pushing as hard as he could with both hands produced no visible movement, and after a minute of trying to get a better angle he gave up.

"It must be a hundred years since this place had any fresh air!" Harry tried to think, and could remember only the kitchen window that actually still functioned. It was too bad that the kitchen faced the entirely opposite direction. "I don't suppose we could just open the front door and yell 'you-ho, are there any Death Eaters there?' could we?"

"We could....but that would be an exceedingly bad idea, Harry." Although quite sure Harry would be unable to open the window, she was nonetheless happy to watch as his muscled body pushed and struggled against its task. As he reached up to grapple with the obstinate pane of glass, Harry's shirt rose as well, revealing his tight stomach. Hermione breathed in hard at the still-noticeable bulge of his partial erection. She also noticed, with a gleam in her eye, the little happy trail starting just below Harry's navel and descending under the waist of his low-cut jeans. Oh how she wanted to stick out her tongue and follow that trail!

‘Focus, Granger’ she told herself. "ummm...But it's good that you're thinking practically," Hermione tried to complement, her head suddenly becoming a fog of desire.

"Hum, well, thanks, Hermione" muttered Harry in return, still looking at the layers of paint and wondering why whoever had repainted the library hadn't taken the time to cast a simple spell to remove the old paint first. Of course if it'd been up to him, he would have blasted the whole house to dust and started from scratch. "Wait, I've got an idea," said Harry pulling out his wand.

Hermione was immediately disappointed as the curtain descended on Harry's midriff show, giving her flashbacks to that blanket the night before and how it obstructed her view. Although now that she could focus a bit more easily, she had also become a bit concerned at the determined look in Harry’s eyes. "Harry, what are you going to do?"

Harry smiled at his friend's apparent worry, "Don't worry Mione, I know what I'm doing. I'm not Ron, you know." Harry joked. "It's not like I'm going to blow a hole in the wall with a simple unlocking charm." Harry saw her smile in agreement, but then continued. "Although, maybe you'd best stand back, you know, just to be safe."

Pointing his wand delicately where the track that carried the window in its frame was buried in the hardened and cracked paint, Harry softly muttered 'Defodio,' causing a deep but controlled gouge to appear. This wedge widened and continued as he moved his wand around the encrusted frame. Within a minute he had worked his way all the way around the perimeter and stopped the spell, stepping back to admire his work. "That should have cut through the layers of paint well enough. And now.... flicking his wrist for effect, Reparo!"

Nothing appeared to change on the outside, but Harry and Hermione could hear the rearrangement of heavy objects in the wall. Presumably these were the counter-weights that would normally aid in keeping the heavy window open. Hermione was impressed. Sexy body, and with more brains that she gave him credit for sometimes...."Let's see if we can get that thing open, shall we," she said cheerily.

They readied themselves, standing side by side, and each getting into a good position to push up on the window. "One , two, THREE!"

At first they heard the stress of the glass as they pushed against it and upward. Then, finally giving up its hold, the paint gave what sounded like a 'snap!' and the window opened, bringing an immediately refreshing breeze into the stuffy room. "Good work, Harry!" Hermione complemented, looking over at him.

Opening the newly-freed window to it maximum, the pair stuck their heads outside into the fresh air and looked around for any sign of their watchers. All seemed still, except for the fact that they could now hear the faint movement of the leaves as they blew in the gentle wind. "Do you think they're still out there?" questioned Harry, looking at Hermione as she craned her neck from side to side, again giving him an exceptional view of her ample breasts, this time from a side view.

Harry swore to himself that she must be aware that her tits were open for him so see. Maybe she did it on purpose, but more likely, he reasoned, she didn't give it a second's care as she never thought of him in a romantic way. She was probably dressed this way for Ron when he came back. He had certainly remarked on the muggle outfit Ginny had decided to wear before leaving that morning.

Straining her eyes to look into the distance Hermione responded, "I guess we should just try the spell. Although if they're too far away we'll probably miss them. I really don't know what the range on this spell is supposed to be."

"Well, do your worst!" said Harry, giving up his place at the window and standing back a few feet.
Hermione prepared herself, concentrating on the incantation then took a breath.... "Homenum Revelio!"

Harry and Hermione both suppressed a gasp as two figures that had just seconds before been completely invisible were highlighted to their eyes by a faint radiant glow. "They must have been disillusioned, Harry! We could have walked right outside and been caught! Ron and Ginny could have let their guard down!" the concern was evident in her voice.

Harry too was concerned, but also interested in how they were going to deal with this new problem of invisible Death Eaters on the front lawn. Harry looked closely at the two glowing figures standing in the small open area next to the row of apartments. They must not be very good at their disillusionment charms, he reasoned, as there camouflaged position, once revealed, was plain to see even without the glowing aura from the spell. “We might might be able to still see them from the rooms above as well and still be able to keep a proper watch,” Harry remarked.

Hermione had felt something was strange about the disillusioned Death Eaters as they came into view, but dismissed it as she concentrated on Harry’s suggestion. “Well, that might work now but it’s sure going to be more difficult at night. Maybe with the reflections from the lamppost we could...”

Harry strained again to pick out the details of their enemy. One was a shorter man in a black cloak, a Death Eater he had never seen before, and the other was, ...much shorter, almost the size of a house elf, certainly had the build of a human and seemed to be....."Holy shit!"

"Harry was is it?" said Hermione, now very worried as she moved to look over his shoulder, placing her arm around him in concern and to maintain her balance. She didn't notice at first, but then it was evident to her eye what she had missed before. "Are they doing what I think they're doing?!"

"I do believe so. I think that Death Eater is getting blowjob!" laughed Harry in surprise and amusement. "I guess they were actually more horny than scared."

"Harry Potter!" snipped Hermione in an exasperated tone, "that's impossible." As she looked again however, now highlighted by the spell, she could observe the steady back and forth movement from the figure on her knees between the legs of the one standing. "Oh, god, I think you're right! They should really be using a stronger disillusionment charm," she added in her bookish tone, still holding onto Harry's waist and breathing in his closeness.

"That's too funny, Mione!" Harry commented, enjoying the contact with Hermione's body. "All this time we were worried that they were trying to trap us though some devious plan, and their best idea so far had nothing to do with capturing us at all. They just wanted to get off in the middle of the street!"

Hermione now watched with wide eyes, trying to see exactly what was going on as the female figure on her knees continued her sucking motions on her partner. Familiar feelings of warmth began to radiate between her legs. "What do you think we should do, Harry?" Hermione asked, not really knowing what she expected for an answer, but suddenly wishing that Ron was going to be home sooner to provide her with some relief.

"Do?" intoned Harry, considering the question. "The guy's getting his dick sucked in the middle of the street, in front of our house! I'm going to get the camera and take pictures for Ron when he comes back! He'll definitely want to see this!" Harry had already spun from Hermione's arm and taken his first step when he stopped at the sound of her stern voice.

"Harry Potter!" started Hermione in a firm tone crossing her arms. "And just what are you and Ron going to do once you’re happily watching those two outside in your wizard photos?" again her eyes strayed to and roamed over the unknowing exhibitionists. "It's not like you don't already have perfectly fine girlfriends of your own..."

Well, I don't know, errr...." caught by surprise, Harry didn't quite know how to react, although he did notice how Hermione seemed not to be able to look away from the window. What he really wanted to do was take out his stiffening dick and jack himself off. "I was just going to....," he paused not wanting to say those exact words to his friend. "You know, I was just thinking...., and you’re right about Ginny and all….and Ron has you and stuff…." still thinking of a way out, but coming up empty.

“Yes, he does,” Hermione prodded, trying to somehow stop her bodies reaction to what she was watching.

"Fine, Hermione, I'm going to stay here and watch myself." Harry finally offered, trying to judge Hermione's reaction to his admission that he wanted to watch the sex show in front of him. Getting Ron turned on and sending him off after Hermione so he could be with Ginny had been the original plan that had formed in his mind. However, maybe there was some other fun to be had in watching Hermione squirm a little bit in the meantime. "Besides it looks like it's about to get good, and I'd hate to miss anything while searching for the bloody camera," he finally said nodding back to the window.

"You mean you just want to watch them?" Hermione asked, watching as Harry walked slowly back to the window, obviously attempting to shift his erection into a more comfortable position. She was certainly having a hard time not watching the excited couple outside, but wondered if it really was the best thing for her and Harry to watch them together.

"Well, we've been keeping an eye on them for a week now, why should we stop now," said Harry in a reasonable voice, while imagining it was his dick being sucked right now by Ginny. "Don't you want to watch what happens, Mione? It looks like he's really enjoying it...." He let his voice trail off. This was his chance to get Hermione back for teasing him all day with her provocative clothes, he reasoned further. That, and he really wanted to watch what would happen outside. He knew if he got turned on and wasn't able to cum right now, there would be even more to enjoy tonight with Ginny.

Hermione squirmed slightly and looked Harry in the eyes. Every moment she spent watching the scene outside and standing next to Harry was making her more and more horny. If Ron had been home she would have run to his arms, pulled down his pants and demanded that he fuck her right then. Unfortunately, that was not currently an option, and her growing urges remained unsatisfied. She turned again outside to see that the women outside had shed her robe and was now opening her legs wide in order to get her pussy eaten by her partner. That's exactly what she needed right now... “Well, I suppose we should keep eye on the….”

“God, he’s really giving it to her now,” Harry commentated loudly, cutting across her indecisive thoughts, as he raised his arms to grab the base of the open window, which caused his body to canter forward and push his hips against the sill. This also lifted his shirt and gave Hermione another wonderful view of his torso and the small line of hair she so desired to follow with her tongue.

Her heart raced anew as it appeared the between the low cut of his jeans and the direction of the bulge in his pants that the tip of Harry's dick was mere millimeters from poking out. Was he so entranced by the couple outside the window that he didn't realize how he was putting his body on display for her? “Fine,” she said with a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh, fuck that's hot," exclaimed Harry, somewhere in his mind registering the pleasant resistance of the sill against the hardness in his pants. Hermione watched with a dry mouth as he started to slowly buck his hips to apply more pressure on his trapped member. She marveled again as the muscles on his ass started to clench in rhythmic time through his tight jeans.

Harry was not so fully absorbed in the scene outside that he did not notice Hermione watching him almost as closely as she was watching the Death Eaters. He was already, he realized of himself, a bit surprised and embarrassed, sporting an obvious bulge in his pants. She was obviously as turned on as he was by their situation. If Ron had not been his best friend he would have eagerly offered to help Hermione satisfy herself and get himself off in the process.

Hermione desperately wanted to touch herself. Her mind was telling her that it was not possible that her friend, Harry, could have a raging hard-on in his pants that he was so openly allowing her to watch, yet her eyes did not lie.

For his part, Harry had hardly noticed when he started moving his body against the window, but now flushed red aware that he was trying to pleasure himself and that Hermione could easily watch him. He contained his potential embarrassment as his was attention outside where the pair had rearranged themselves into a hot 69, writhing on the ground. With this fresh stimulation Harry made up his mind that the damage had been done, there was no real reason to stop. As it was now, he was finding it difficult to restrain himself from doing more than just lewdly humping his hips back and forth.

Hermione too had caught sight of the Death-Eaters outside. She had subconsciously placed one hand on her thigh behind her back and was now allowing in to slowly creep higher and higher. Since she was standing, moving her hand between her legs meant she was also lifting her skirt in the process, revealing more and more of smooth pale skin of her right leg to the afternoon sun.

Although she hoped that Harry wouldn't notice, she could not seem to stop herself. In any case, she thought, Harry was already giving himself pleasure, and it was driving her crazy. What did it matter if Harry got to see a little more of her legs? It was nothing more than he would see when she wore a bathing suit, right? Outside, she saw the couple change position. The male Death Eater had shed the rest of his clothes and was now fully involved in eating out his woman partner. Her eyes hungrily followed the form of his body down to where his hard-on stuck out from between his legs, and let out a soft moan, lost in the moment. Her fingers finally arrived at her thin panties which clung to the outlines of her pussy lips.

Harry heard her unconscious announcement of pleasure and watched out of the corner of his eye as Hermione, standing to his right, barely attempted to hide the fact that she was lifting up her skirt and moving her concealed right hand closer and closer to her honey pot. He spied as more of her tender thigh became visible and she began to slowly rock back and forth.

'Oh, fuck,' he thought to himself; She's actually masturbating right beside me! Harry's head wheeled and his penis throbbed at the reality of the situation. Moreover, he became suddenly frustrated with simply humping against the hard edge of window, 'Well if she can do it...' Harry rationalized to himself. He knew somewhere in the back of his head it was the total opposite of what he should do, but nevertheless he slowly lowered his left hand to his crotch and give his bulge a firm squeeze. Giving in to this delightful new contact, Harry also allowed himself a low grunt of pleasure, forgetting for a moment about Ron.

With her hips almost touching Harry's, Hermione attention was caught and she watched unbelieving as Harry moved his hand to his crotch and started to masturbate himself through his clothes. The fact that he apparently accepted that she was also pleasuring herself and was willing to do the same, and out in the open no less, put her strangely at ease. It also fanned the flames of her desire at the same time. Harry was her best friend, but didn’t that also mean that they were close? So why shouldn't they feel completely comfortable together; she tried to reason through her hormones, flicking a fingernail over her clit. She finally decided that seeing the Death Eaters outside had not been either of theirs idea, and the situation had been forced upon them.

Giving into the pleasure between her legs, Hermione determined to enjoy her fingers and to let Harry have his fun as well. She now nuzzled into Harry even closer, bending slightly and resting her head lightly under Harry's still-raised right arm, drawing in the masculine smell of his body at the same time. Her head spun as she inhaled his musky odor, and she immediately drove two fingers into her hole below, the steady pace of her hand now unmistakable for what it was. Maybe she had gone too far, but she could hardly stop herself now.

Harry felt Hermione move closer to him, and felt the curls of her hair tickle the skin on his arm. She certainly was not helping to control the situation, as he smelled her sweet perfume and looked over at her body once more. The situation was now quickly getting out of hand as neither he nor Hermione were making any effort to disguise the fact that they were essentially masturbating for each other, albeit with their clothes still on.

The tops of her tits, he saw, had become reddened and splotched as her whole body had flushed with excitement, and Harry thought he could now heard faint squishing sounds from under her skirt. This, and the fact that he noticed the pair outside had laid out their respective cloaks on the ground and were now openly fucking each other doggy style, seemed to transport him to another place where only his own pleasure mattered.

Harry, now gave up any pretense of trying to hold himself back and increased the speed of his hand and started grinding his hips back in forth. All this he did while pushing sideways against Hermione to make sure she could feel exactly what he was doing with his body. "Oh god, Mione, look at that," Harry said, motioning outside, knowing he was only adding fuel to their fire, "look at how he's fucking her, Mione. She looks like she's loving having his cock inside her!"

Hermione couldn't believe the words that Harry had just said. Was he trying to turn her on even more that she already was or was he caught up in the moment like she was? Maybe it was all those years he couldn’t express himself with his aunt and uncle that made describing his sexual fantasies such a turn-on for Harry, Hermione briefly thought. Did it matter one way or the other, since she loved the way his dirty mouth excited her further!? Hermione couldn't hold back the urge to add, "I’m sure she loves having her pussy pounded like that. Who wouldn’t?"

"I am so fucking horny right now, Mione!" stated Harry, giving his bulge a firm squeeze and moaning out loudly. It was obvious both were enjoying their fun and that their hormones were quickly getting the better of them.

Hermione tried once again desperately to concentrate on Ron, and how he would feel if he found her there with Harry in their current position. Unfortunately this only conjured images of Ron's cock which then transformed itself into Harry's cock, and then brought her back to the reality that Harry's cock was only inches away, as was Harry. “Shit, me too,” she hissed dragging a fingernail slowly around the periphery of her swelling clit.

Harry tried to think of Ginny’s feelings, but only thought about the way he would be feeding her his cock at the moment. “Fuck, Hermione! I wish Ginny were here now…so I could….oh, fuck….”

Hermione tried to rationalize that even though she had two fingers stuffed into her pussy, at least she and Harry still had their clothes on. When she heard Harry's words and watched his hand work the huge bulge in his pants with renewed vigor she could hold back no longer. "You can take it out if you want, Harry, I don't mind," said Hermione suddenly, then unsure of what Harry's response would be but desperately hoping he would not be shocked and would take her up on her offer and give her a look at his cock. "I mean, if it uncomfortable for you," she finished, blushing even more.

Harry stopped what he was doing but did not back away, and instead slowly turned to meet Hermione's eyes that were looking up as his. "Shit, Hermione, you mean take it out in the middle of the library?" Harry's mind raced at what she had just offered and his cock jumped at the possibility of freedom from his pants. "What about Ron?" Harry asked and turned closer to her at the same time so they were now facing each other with only inches between them.

Hermione tried to remain calm as she saw Harry had not bothered to move his hand away from his crotch. She cleared her throat, "Ron has seen your dick plenty of times in the shower," Hermione laughed at her own joke, trying to cover her mix of excitement and embarrassment. "I was just saying that I wouldn't be offended if you, you know...., wanted to be more comfortable." Hermione's face was now bright red, as she looked down again at Harry's bulge. "Being friends and all for all these years..."

"You know, that's a good point," said Harry devilishly, his mind working overtime. "You ARE the only one in the house who has not seen me with my pants off, and we ARE all close friends...." Hermione watched as Harry returned to massaging his crotch with his hand. "We really shouldn't have any secrets."

"Exactly, Harry, we shouldn't have any secrets." Hermione repeated with increased confidence, edging closer so that the pleats of her skirt now brushed against Harry's busy hand. She then looked him again in the eyes, "but what about Ginny, Harry, we shouldn't do anything to hurt her." Hermione said, seemly to be at least marginally concerned.

"Well, yeah, Ginny..." Harry desperately wanted to see where things were going with Hermione but did not want to risk hurting Ginny either. In the time he had been with Ginny, she had never shied away from any sexual experience. He rationalized that if Ginny had been here she would have been as turned on as he was, and continued the banter as he joked, "I can assure you Hermione, Ginny has already seen me naked plenty of times."

"I know, Harry." Hermione said in a deeper voice, "like the other night in the living room when you thought Ron and I were asleep....?"

"Hermione!" Harry stopped with his mouth hung open. "You were watching?!" Harry asked in surprise, flashing back to catching her move on the couch. He wondered as well how much she had heard of his and Ginny's fantasizing.

Hermione was glowing red now having admitted to spying on Ginny and Harry's secret fuck session. "You really didn't leave me much choice, Harry. You two were making so much noise, it woke me up. I thought you were having one of your nightmares again. I was concerned," she finished giving him a sly smile, taking another deep inhale of his close smell.

"And when you saw it wasn't a nightmare, what did you do then? What did you see, Hermione?" Harry questioned her in a slow a deep voice, while still stroking his hidden hard-on.

Hermione looked again at Harry's body as the images of the other night came flooding back to her. She knew Harry's word games would only suck her deeper into trouble, but she couldn't stop herself, not even if she really wanted to. "I saw you and Ginny in the corner, with a blanket wrapped around you so I could only see your chests," she admitted replaying the scene in his mind, "you can tell Ginny she had really nice breasts..."

"Ah, so you've already seen me with my shirt off then," observed Harry, “I was getting warm anyway,” he continued, reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. "And I'll pass along the complement to Ginny," he added with a laugh.

Hermione watched as he pulled the shirt over his head revealing his muscled torso to her eyes. Unconsciously, she moved her hand between her legs again, completely unashamed of Harry watching her. "Yes, I did see your chest, but I couldn't really see anything else because of the blanket, you see..." she continued in her most innocent voice, lifting up her skirt again and plunging her fingers back inside her dripping slit, just barely hidden from Harry's gaze.

"So you couldn't actually see us shagging, then?" Harry responded in an understanding voice, looking down at Hermione's straining hand and her almost completely uncovered thighs. "And now you want to see me take my dick out in front of you...just to make sure you weren't missing any important details?" Harry asked in his most sympathetic voice. "That's very studious of you, Mione'."

"Well, I am quite proud of my attention to detail, Harry." Hermione's gazed stay fixed on the spot where Harry's cock remained hidden, "Of course, I don't want to cheat on Ron or Ginny, and I know you don't want to either," she continued, "it's just that I think we would both feel better if we were more relaxed. What do you think, Harry?" Her voice was now drunk with lust.

"Well," he started looking again at her hand between her legs, "It seems like you've already got a head start on me."

Hermione didn't say anything but licked her lips and continued her own ministrations. "Besides, it’s not really cheating unless we go all the way and do something hurtful." Harry continued, moving his hand to the buttons on his jeans. "And if we don't tell Ginny and Ron, then they don't have to worry, right? I think if we just have a little control it's not so wrong, is it?" he questioned now slowly unbuttoning the last two buttons on his jeans.

"No, really it's not, with a little restraint" agreed Hermione with a wicked smile. "I mean, we can hardly concentrate on Horcruxes if we're so preoccupied with each others' bodies." she finished her thought, advancing her hand to trace the outline of Harry's prick pressing against his black briefs while helping Harry push his jeans down to his knees. "But who gets to decide what's too far? Is rubbing your dick through your underwear like this considered over the line? It certainly not 'hurtful' to anyone now is it?" Hermione asked giving Harry's meat a firm squeeze, appreciating its firmness and marveling at its size.

"Oh, shit, Mione!" Harry pushed his pelvis forward straining his butt muscles and causing his engorged cock to press even harder against the thin elastic. "I...I don't think so since you're rubbing my dick right now and making it so hard," breathed Harry as a darker spot appeared on his underwear for both to see as he started to ooze precum under Hermione's ministrations. "In fact, I'm sure it would be more 'hurtful' for ME if you stopped." he conceded.

"Maybe I should take a closer look then to see exactly what I'm doing," Hermione suggested as she lowered herself to her knees and continued to rub Harry's cock. "That way if we go too far we'll know what the problem is."

"Hmmm, yeah, Mione," Harry stammered, hardly believing his eyes as he watched his friend kneel before him, "That's probably a good idea." The sight of Hermione on her knees with the bulge in his pants only inches from her face seemed like a dream to him, and turned him on even more. He looked down at her cleavage from this new angle in wonderment, "a very good idea..."

Hermione lowered herself to the carpet and stared in awe at the sight before her eyes. Knowing that a quick tug from her hands would reveal Harry's hidden manhood gave her an amazing sense of power. She dragged her fingernails under Harry's heavy nut sack, noticing how the material of his briefs was stretched away from the skin by his bloated balls, allowing her a shadowed glimpse of what was covered beneath. "Do you like that, Harry?" she purred as his cock gave another jolt.

"Fuck, yeah!" Harry responded enthusiastically, taking a wider stance to give Hermione better access between his legs, and thrusting his hips forward in a lewd motion. As he looked down, Harry made sure to bring his covered cock as close to Hermione's face as possible without actually touching her. "Let me know if I go too far, now, won't you, Hermione?" Harry said. It was difficult to control himself as he felt her hot breath through the thin fabric and imagined ripping off his underwear and shoving his shaft down her throat.

"No problems that I can see yet, Harry," Hermione mewed as she watched as Harry's fabulous body moved and his hardness lurched closer to her face. She breathed in long breaths through her nose, trying to maintain composure and hold her head still. "Do you think Ginny would mind if I saw your cock now Harry?" Hermione looked up into his eyes as she continued to massage his balls with her hand, letting her thumb and little finger slip under the sides of the stretched fabric, lightly grazing his hairy sack. "It's already so close the way it’s stretching your underwear. Honestly, I can almost see the skin already," she persuaded further. “Do you think that would cross the line if you took your dick out for me?"

Harry remembered how Ginny had been excited at the possibility of watching him and Hermione together. Of course it had been implied that she would be there to watch and participate, but that small point hardly seemed to matter to his lust-filled mind now. "I think she would want to share everything with you like I share everything with Ron, you know." Harry said, added Ron's name to purposely make Hermione think about what Ron should share with him. "Please, Hermione, take it out. I want you to see what you've done to me. I want you to see how hard I am."

Hermione was more than ready to see Harry's dick and with Harry's eager consent, she quickly pulled the last remaining impediment to her eyes away. She remained as close as possible to Harry so that as she pulled his briefs down in one quick motion, Harry's heavy cock fell forward hitting her squarely on the nose.

Both Harry and Hermione froze for an instant in this obscene position, hardly believing what was happening between the two friends. In that absence of movement, a viscous drop of precum formed on the tip of Harry's pulsing dick and slowly dripped down, landing on Hermione's upper lip.

The next thing Harry knew, he was looking as Hermione had stuffed the head of his cock into her mount. "Ah, fuck Hermione!" Harry moaned as the sudden sensation of her warm mouth overtook him. "I thought you said that you only wanted to see my dick. And now you're fucking sucking on it," he commented as the thought of having Hermione sucking him off was almost as hot as the feeling itself. He thought once more of Ginny, but now only because he wished that she was there so he could taste her pussy as well. Harry bucked his hips several times, watching Hermione take more of his aching dick into her mouth. "Shit!"

"I couldn't stop myself, Harry," Hermione mumbled slashing her tongue around on her new toy. God, she was in heaven, "It's your fault, really, for dripping that sweet precum of yours on my mouth," she teased. "And after I tasted you, I just had to have the rest in my mouth. I hope you and Ginny will forgive me..." she said with a wicked smile.

Harry returned her smile and responded, "I guess it's okay....and you are doing a good job. But do you think that Ron might be jealous of you having my cock stuffed in your mouth."

"I honestly don't Harry.... Ron's such a pervert he'd just want his dick sucked too," Hermione explained briefly removing Harry's pole. "And since you're both so big, I would have a hard time getting both in my mouth. It's probably better this way," she reasoned, although she could imagine having both boy's cocks pointing at her face waiting their turn to be serviced. "The question is, do you think it's alright that I've got your huge cock in my mouth?"

"Oh, hell yeah!" Harry responded without hesitation as Hermione plunged down once again. "If you want to suck my cock, I'm totally fine with that." Looking down Harry watched as Hermione took more and more of his dick into her mouth, adjusting her angle and opening her throat. As she pulled off to catch her breath, lines of spit trailed between his dick and her chin, glistening in the sunlight of the library. He had only a moment to appreciate this deprived beauty as Hermione's mouth again engulfed his meat. He too could easily image Ron standing next to him and Hermione eagerly sucking them both, and the thought turned him on even more.

Hermione could hardly believe her position. Just minutes ago she had been working with Harry on Horcruxes, and now she was working hard to fully coat his shaft with her spit. She knew she could not stop now, even thinking what Ron might say or do, as the feeling of having her mouth filled by Harry's cock seemed so right and so natural at that moment. Reaching around she grabbed Harry's ass with both hands to force more of his wonderful dick into her mouth. Feeling the response Harry was giving her with his body and his moans of pleasure, she felt determined to see how much she could take.

Harry felt Hermione grab his ass and fuck her face harder. He also felt in amazement as her fingers probed his hairy ass crack, coming ever closer to his shit hole. Harry had been in a near-constant state of arousal all day watching Hermione, and now with Hermione's lips wrapped around his cock and her fingers tickling his ass in an impossible scene, he was dangerously close to blowing his load much sooner than he wanted to.

"I want to taste you, Mione." said Harry thinking quickly of a way to continue but give a break to his cock which was ready to explode, "I don't think Ron would mind if I just licked your cunt a bit, would he? He would want to share too, right?" Harry asked in a playfully pleading tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry!" said Hermione now realizing she was still almost fully clothed. "Only if you think Ginny wouldn't mind finding you with your head buried between my legs, Harry" Hermione mocked, shedding her shirt and skirt in quick succession.

"She'd probably want to eat you herself." said Harry, licking his lips in expectation, watching as Hermione's tits bounced free and the rest of her exquisite body was open to him. "Don't you know all the Weasley's are sexual fiends? Why do you think they have so many kids in their family?"

"I think you have a point there, now eat me!" commanded Hermione.

Harry wasted no time in pushing Hermione onto her back and decending towards her juicy pussy. He first used the tip of his nose to part her outer lips, which had already partially opened in her excitement. Harry then allowed his tongue to follow the trail the entire length of her slit, fully appreciating her smell and taste of arousal. Ginny's juices might have been slightly sweeter, but Hermione's taste seemed to perfectly match her uncontrolled sexuality.

After several slow back-and-forth passes in this way, Hermione was whimpering and bucking her hips, all the while pushing on the back of Harry's head with her hands, trying to encourage him to give her more. Harry resisted the pressure to be rushed and instead gave extra attention to Hermione's outer lips and the very tops of her legs. He smiled to himself at her cries of wonderful frustration then slowly extended his firm tongue to probe into her hole like a miniature cock. Hermione's legs clenched around his head as he moved to give firmer attention to her sensitive button.

Looking down between her legs, Hermione saw Harry's habitually disheveled hair moving up and down next to her own curly pubic hair. The extreme sensations emanating from her twat were causing her to see stars and made the scene before her seem even more unbelievable. "Ohhh, fuck you...," she hissed through clenched teeth as Harry continued to play and tease. To think that Ginny could have her pussy eaten like this any time she wanted made her just a little bit jealous. As Harry's tongue finally probed her hole, she suddenly felt that familiar tightness in her stomach right before her release. Quickly remembering what she had been unable to watch the other night, she had an idea. "You know, Harry, MMmmmm," grunted Hermione as Harry's tongue flitted over her protruding clit. "I think we need to see what your cock looks like next to my cunt. Just to get an idea of what I didn't see the other night."

Harry had sensed Hermione was close to cumming and was happy that she had decided to 'play' a bit longer. "That sounds like a good idea, Hermione," responded Harry, looking up from Hermione's muff. "It would also let me see what it looks like for Ron when he's fucking you, as he hasn't given me any of those pictures he promised."

"Harry Potter! Did Ron promise you pictures of us fucking?" Hermione asked, somewhat bemused and surprised.

"Well, maybe it was just me hoping," admitted Harry whimsically, "but now I've got the real thing so let's try out your idea." Harry was dying to feel his dick inside Hermione, but resolved to let her lead the way, and not force anything. Harry was sure she was only still playing this game because she knew how it would end, but he still didn't want her to feel pressured. "I've been wondering how my dick would look pressed up against your pussy."

Harry's talented mouth had pushed her to the edge, and Hermione concentrated on taking deep breaths to calm down. She wanted Harry so badly she wondered if her brilliant idea to hold off her own imminent orgasm hadn't put them in a worst position. "Let's find out," she answered, looking into his glowing eyes.

Hermione and Harry repositioned themselves with Hermione moving to sit in one of the cushioned chairs with Harry on his knees on the carpet. This neatly placed the sex of both horny teens at the same height for their 'experiment.' Hermione propped herself up and looked down at Harry's long shaft. They both watched as Harry took his dick in his hand and brought it closer and closer to Hermione's dipping snatch. "Oh, god that's looks so sexy, Harry!" she exclaimed. Harry was definitely somewhat longer than Ron, though by only a half an inch.

Harry looked down as well and guided his shaft with his hand. He watch as Hermione's rapid breaths caused her silky flat stomach to undulate up and down, and how her entire body at turned a flushed shade of pink. He also noticed Hermione's thin inner lips were now visible and had also swollen to look as if they might be reaching for his cock as he guided it with his hand, "Your pussy is amazing, Hermione. It looks so fucking wet!"

"Your cock as so fucking big," she returned the obscene compliment. "Shit, it's beautiful!"

Harry brought his meat to within an inch of Hermione's pouting lips before he stopped his advance and admired how their bodies looked together. "So this is what Ron gets to see before he fucks you," Harry said, watching her response.

"Closer...." she whispered with raspy breath, eyes glued to the purple head and overcome with a need for it. "Please get it closer to me, Harry...fuck..."

"Any closer and I'll be touching your cunt, Hermione," Harry said in a hushed tone that matched hers. "Maybe that would be crossing a line, you know fucking you and all..." he said as he started to slowly jack his hand up and down his shaft which continued to ooze from its tip.

"Please, Harry, go ahead," she encouraged, using a finger to gently massage her clit to the same rhythm as Harry's hand. She watched as Harry's heavy ball sack swayed with his movements and imagined those same bloated balls slapping hard against her ass. "Having our bodies touching is really only way I can see to find out exactly what it looks like when you're with Ginny and it's not fucking unless you go inside," she corrected him. "Besides, it looks like it's getting dry and you see how wet you've made me."

"Oh, god Hermione, you should have just walked over to us the other night, if you felt this way!" said Harry, half dreaming to himself, as he shimmied forward with his knees. He paused, then watched as the drop of clear liquid, then the tip of his cock, made the lightest of contact with Hermione's engorged pussy lips. "Shit, you look so sexy, Mione. I can just imagine how you look for Ron." Harry commented, imagining his friend about to violate the very same pussy he was now gently touching with his cock.

She watched spellbound as there eager bodies touched. "Yessss...." she hissed, the initial contact electric after all the anticipation. After several seconds, Harry began slowly rubbing his tool the length of her reddened and puffy slit. The fact that Harry dick was actually burying itself in the folds of her cunt without actually penetrating her was driving Hermione crazy and she yearned for even more pleasure. She noted how Harry seemed to feel the same way and had started to buck his hips slightly in a natural instinct at being so close to penetrating her while keeping his eyes fixed, trance-like, at the point of contact. "Remember what you said about control, Harry?" Hermione half laughed.

The slick sound of Harry's cock could be easily heard is it plowed up and down Hermione's glistening slit, spreading her juices. "I said we should have a little control," replied Harry through clench teeth, "but this is taking a lot of effort I'll admit," he finished with a grunt.

"Remember, you shouldn't go inside," suggested Hermione, not really believing her own words, and instead wishing Harry would just slam into her to the hilt. "Just keep, ummmm, doing that..."

"So you want me to just rub the head around your dripping hole like this?" teased Harry still at a whisper. He did as he was told, but making sure to apply a bit more pressure as he guided the head of his cock up and down Hermione's slit, pausing briefly at the entrance to her tight hole on each pass. "Just like this, Hermione?"

"That is so fucking good, Harry. God, your dick is wonderful, and the way my juices are coating the head....fuck." Hermione started rotating her hips slowly while giving a running commentary as Harry continued to work his prick around her dripping cunt with his hand. "Shit it's so hard, and the way you’re moving it all over my fucking slit," she repeatedly spewed obscenities. The expression of lust on Harry's face as he concentrated on his tool told Hermione that her word had the desired effect and that he was barely mastering his primal urge to plunge the shaft in her hole.

Harry watched as Hermione's pussy lips parted around the slick cockhead, "Your pussy is sooo hot, Mione'," he moaned as her pussy seemed to be sucking him forward. He swirled the head against the muscled opening, drawing a moan of pleasure from Hermione.

Hermione needed his cock and was losing control, "Oh, fuck, Harry, you have to be good for us both," she pleaded, shivering in pleasure. "The way you look and feel... it's just too fucking good. And the way you’re pressing against me.... oh shit....Harry..."

"I'm just trying to mix my precum and your pussy juice a little more. It's getting a little cold and dried out on the shaft." Harry mocked a frown, pushing forward again at Hermione's opening. "How can I stop?"

"Let me suck on you again," she breathed. "That way we can get it wet again. Will you let me taste it now, Harry?"

"Oh yeah, Hermione, stick it back in your hot mouth." Harry agreed offering his prick as she leaned forward. "Taste our juices!"

Once in range, Hermione plunged her head down on Harry' cock, then licked from his balls to his purple head. "That tastes great, Harry. Our juices are so fucking wonderful together!" As she said this she pushed two fingers into her hole, in a desperate attempt to fill her empty cunt.

"See, Mione', aren't you glad I mixed them up so well for you?" Harry teased; grabbing hold of Hermione's hanging tits and squeezing the nipples.

"Oh yes, Harry," she said with enthusiasm, pulling off of his meat. "Do it again!"

Harry watched has Hermione leaned back in the chair once more, presenting her reddened and pouting pussy to him, and he couldn't resist. "Oh, fuck yeah, 'Mione" He quickly grabbed his cock in his hand again and without hesitation this time, dragged in roughly up and down her snatch, trying the accumulate as much of her juice as possible.
“You are so fucking wet, Mione’” Harry observed.

"Is it ready for my mouth, yet," she demanded hungrily, watching as Harry made a special effort and detoured to catch the stream of pussy juice that was dripping a trail down to her asshole.

"It' always ready for your mouth," he replied, making one last stab across her slick lips, reveling again in the deliciously nasty squishing sound they made as his tool plowed though.

Hermione leaned forward again as Harry pushed his hips out, presenting his juicy stick, in much the same way she had opened herself to him. This time she reach for and cupped Harry's nut sack as she first licked then quickly engulfed his freshly dipped pecker. She wondered if it was natural to love her own taste as much as she did, then concentrated on trying to discern Harry's distinctive taste as well.

Harry looked down at the spit-shined tip of his dick, and Hermione's face looking up at his. Her mouth was still partly open and her breath was coming a deep gasps of air. "I think we got this part under control,' he said with a wide smile, "maybe you think it's safe to go back to watching how my cock looks just before I fill Ron's sister with it?"

"I don't think anything is safe with you, Harry, Potter!" Listening to him, she again felt empty and resigned herself to the fact that see needed his cock between her legs. 'Get your fucking body over here and let me show you what my pussy looks like for your girlfriend's brother," she countered. Laying back in the chair once again, this time she opened her legs wide letting her feet hang over the arm rests and inviting Harry to guide his prick forward to her warm folds again.

Harry noticed her fully exposed position and took the opportunity for a few quick licks of Hermione's pussy. Her tangy taste flowed over his taste buds and he moaned his appreciation back into her body. He lashed out deeper, penetrating Hermione's cunt with his tongue where his dick had been forbidden to go. Contented for now with the taste in his mouth and Hermione's gasp of surprise, he then repositioned his cock firmly between her wonderful pussy lips again, wondering how much he could take before he went too far.

"I don't think I'm getting the full effect, Harry," Hermione complained. "Here, let me do it." Hermione took Harry's cock and started again to rub it up and down her slit, as Harry threw his head back at this wonderful turn of events. He felt as Hermione dragged his meat along her cunt lips as he had done, but also as she paused every few seconds to use it to smack against her now protruding clit. Harry noticed too that Hermione had started to gyrate her hips and, like he had, also seemed unable to pass her fuck-hole without pausing and pushing forward the tiniest bit.

The sight of Hermione's small hand guiding his dick through the flowery folds of her excited pussy was almost too much as Harry rested his hands on her legs, forcing them further apart as he leaned forward to watch the scene below. "Oh, yeah, Mione, use my fucking cock," he spat tightening his stomach muscles in rhythm to drive his tool in her hand.

As Hermione's fingers remained wrapped around his tool, Harry was enjoying the wonderful feeling along the length of his pole. Suddenly a small thrust from Harry combined with a tug from Hermione just as she paused again at her opening and his cockhead was driven halfway inside her tight hole. Both teens let out a deep moan as the fat head straddled the threshold. Quickly Harry pulled back, wondering how he had managed to avoid going in the opposite direction.

"Oh, shit Harry! That was close...." she gazed into his shimmering green eyes as she continued to buck her hips and pull on his cock, which was still pointed directly at her opening and in constant danger of plunging in again. Neither Harry nor Hermione were willing or able to slow down or stop their horny body's natural fucking motion, having now gotten a taste of penetration. As their movements increased in urgency, Hermione angled Harry's cock slightly higher so that each mini-stroke now forced its head to graze across her clit, "Yeah, that's it, Harry....faster."

Harry watched as Hermione rubbed and slapped her button with his meat. He pushed forward a bit more so her wet lips spread apart and began coating the underside of his shaft. Hermione felt the blood pulsing in Harry's cock in her hand as she roughly ran its slick head all around her crotch. She also gazed as a thin layer of perspiration had covered Harry's muscled body as he ground into and tried to control himself.

Lost in this new vision Hermione allowed her hand to drop slightly, thinking only of her own pleasure. Once more aligned with Hermione's opening Harry's cock again pushed inside, this time even farther and both watched as her pussy stretched obscenely around his invading head. Harry and Hermione froze, neither moving but both gawking at the point of entry. "OH, fuck!" Harry groaned, feeling Hermione's muscles clamp around the invading head.

Hermione somehow backed off slightly, "Oh, god, Harry that was so close and too fucking good."

"Sorry, Hermione," he moaned, staring back. "I couldn't help myself," he admitted, almost ready to scream from the torture. "I just saw your pussy and remembered what Ginny and I were doing the other night under the blanket. I guess you figured out I couldn't stop then either..." he trailed off hopefully.

"I don't think either of us can stop now that I've felt how that big dick of yours feels," she said reading Harry's mind. The fact that it was wrong to be cheating on Ron right now only served to increase the sensations she had gotten from being stretched open by Harry.

"Maybe just the head of your gorgeous cock can come inside. Just to see," offered Hermione, giving in to the inevitable. "That is if you don't think Ginny would be mad. Then you can really see what my pussy looks like when it's stretched by Ron's cock. That is what you want, isn't it; to know how your best friend's fucking dick looks inside me?"

Harry smiled devilishly as he looked down how Hermione held his meat pointed at again her hole and slowly slid forward on the chair. "It is only the head," admitted Harry, "And Ginny's had to whole thing, so I don't she wouldn't care too much. Besides, it would be a shame not see how you look when you fuck, Mione."

"I bet you want to see how I fuck, Harry Potter!" exclaimed Hermione with a laugh.

Harry wrapped his hand around Hermione's, which was still firmly attached to his dick, and began to slowly push forward. Almost immediately he felt his cock push into her cunt again. This time he did not stop as she clenched her muscles around him.

“Keep going, Harry, please don't stop this time," she pleaded. "I need you inside me."

Harry didn't stop and continued to drive his dick into her tight opening very slowly appreciating every millimeter of progress until the rim of his fat mushroomed head slipped past her muscled hole and expanded inside Hermione's warm tunnel. Both teens looked down as the veins on Harry's shaft pulsed and seemed to pump more blood into his cock shaft. "Hermione, fuck Hermione. I can feel my dick inside you, ...shit." Harry rambled.

"Oh, god, Harry, it's amazing how big your feel," she moaned, still clenching down with her internal muscles.

Harry tried to stay still, but as Hermione's constant stimulation register, he felt undeniable need to feel himself fully buried in her hot tunnel. "I can't control myself, I need to pull out or in a second I'm going to fuck you too deeply," he warned.

Hermione looked down at Harry's cock barely sticking into her cunt. The way Harry's long and thick shaft connected their bodies was the most wrong and right thing she could imagine. "That's my cunt your dick is sticking into and I'll say when you and push deep or pull out, Harry Potter!" Hermione tried to sound firm considering she was thinking the same exact thoughts as he was. "Just move a little so I can feel what's it's like to be fucked by the-boy-who-lived." Still holding his cock as Harry moved slowly, she guided him as a wonderful friction causing her to moan out in pleasure. "Your cock is so, mmmm, fucking, uunnnn, good," she chanted as she repeatedly withdrew and penetrated herself again and again, delighting as the edge of Harry's swollen head passed her tight muscled opening.

"I can't take much more, you're so tight," Harry mumbled, as the sensitive glands received constant friction.

"Hold on," pleaded Hermione, again clenching down on his invading pole. "I want to come with you inside me. I want you to feel me come all over your cock, Harry." Still sitting up she used her other hand to viciously rub her clit to put her over the top. The tension built until she couldn't possibly stand it any longer then the most amazing release spread over her entire body.

"Hermione! I can feel you cum." Harry said amazing at the strength of her orgasm as he looked into her eyes. "Holy fuck!"

Hermione's orgasm was long and hard as she watched Harry's beautify body, glistening with a thin layer of sweet, and concentrated on her stretched pussy. She inhaled deeply the smell of their combined sex as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"I'm going to cum, Hermione," Harry practically yelled, waking her from her dazed state.

"Cum in my mouth, Harry!" she said, immediately sitting up and leaning forward. "Shoot it in my fuckin' mouth, and let me taste your seed."

Harry balls had already tightened against his body when he heard her deprived words. "Here it is, Mione!" he moaned as her mouth met his dick just as the first shot of spunk blasted out. It seemed like he had a gallon of jism saved up from all their foreplay and teasing, and that it was all exploding out at once into her beautiful mouth.

It was hot and salty, and it was heaven for Hermione as she swallowed and tried to keep up. Again grabbing his ass she forced his cock in as far as she could feeing some cum seep out the corners of her mouth. She also could feel Harry emptying himself directly into her throat and never wanted it to end. When Harry's orgasm did finally subside and his dick began to soften, she was still hesitant to let it go, still sucking and savoring the last drops.

Harry's whole body was weak as if he had shot the remainder of his energy out with his cum as well. As he softened in Hermione's mouth he was still getting shocked as his now-super-sensitive tip was still being sucked and licked. He fell onto his back and closed his eyes as his dick finally popped free from her mouth. "Oh, wow, Hermione. I don't think I can move another muscle. I'm just going to lay here and take a nap of sexual bliss."

Hermione smiled down at him, wiping a few last drops of cum into her mouth with her finger, then falling on top of him with her full weight. "That's sounds like a wonderful idea, Harry,' she purred as her hair fell into his face like a warm and familiar blanket. "However, maybe you might want to take a shower and put on some clothes so Ron and Ginny don't find you naked on the floor of the library...." she laughed, kissing him on the lips; Kissing him for the first time, actually. She laughed to herself as she would have never have imagined finally kissing Harry Potter under such circumstances. So, much had changed for her in so short a time....

"A tender kiss from Hermione Granger," Harry remarked, also grasping the strange significance of the moment. "It is magic? I think I can move my legs again?" he said puckering his lips for a second dip.

Hermione willing obliged, "I think it might me." As their tongues dances between them, Hermione felt Harry's cock stir beneath her. "I guess there's still life down there as well," she laughed, motioning with her head.

"I told you it was magic," he shrugged at his renewed vigor.

"Save it for tonight, Harry," she whispered with a twinkle in her eye. "I know you're going to have sex with Ginny tonight."

"And I guess you won't be sleeping...." Harry finished her thought for her.

"I won't, nor will Ron." Hermione admitted. "Do you like the idea of Ron watching too, Harry?"

"He won't be upset watching me and Ginny?" Harry asked.

"Oh, no, he's looking forward to the show." Replied Hermione, insinuation that she had already made plans.

"Is he now?" Harry smiled. "Well, I'll make sure to give her a good reaming then."

"I'm looking forward to it." Hermione got up and help a weak-kneed Harry to his feet as well, as the two picked over their pile of discarded clothes.

"Okay, tonight, during my watch...." Harry said, simply putting on his jeans over his semi-hard dick and balling the rest under his arm, as he made for the bathroom.

"And, Harry," called Hermione, also getting ready to leave while thinking of the possibilities tonight offered.

"Yeah, Mione?"

"Leave the fucking blanket off this time!"