What a Witch Needs

Wow! Thank you everyone for the overwhelming response to this fiction! So I will be continuing it due to popular demand. I’m glad so many are enjoying it. These characters are a lot of fun to write!

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Can’t Stop Thinking About You

The next morning, almost everyone who had attended the Halloween Ball, slept in and missed breakfast. And, as it was also a Saturday, nobody made a fuss about it

Hermione opened her eyes to the sound of her roommates talking and preparing for the day. She stretched her arms above her head and took note of the lingering sensations of her newly awakened body. She didn’t really feel sore anymore, but she did feel different. She thought back to all that had happened last night and smiled, happy in the knowledge that there was something more interesting than books.

Then a thought hit her, and she sprang to a sitting position, eyes wide.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, startling her roommates.

Parvati looked at her with concern. “What is it?”

She smiled at Hermione and added, “By the way, where did you disappear to last night?”

Hermione did not answer immediately, her mind focused on a more pressing concern. It had just occurred to her that she had done nothing in the way of birth control. She thought quickly of all the spells she had learned. She had read of some that would prevent pregnancy, but she didn’t pay much attention to them because it was a few years ago. She had no use for contraceptive spells a few years ago.

She looked at her roommates and thought perhaps they might know.

“Um…” she began nervously, “do you two know any… you know… spells for …”

“For what? What has got you so spooked?” Lavender laughed.

Hermione began twisting the corner of her sheet in her fingers nervously. Asking this question would reveal what she’d been up to.

“Well…, to prevent someone from getting pregnant.”

She looked at them, waiting for their reactions, surprised when they both grinned and flew to her bed, plopping themselves down next to her.

“Tell us all,” Lavender urged, “and don’t leave anything out. Who was he? Was it Ron?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, not Ron. It wasn’t working out for us, and he’s feeling badly about it. So, that is why I can’t tell you yet, because I don’t want Ron finding out and feeling worse.”

Parvati looked hurt. “You think that we would tell your secrets? We’ve been friends for six years, Hermione, and we’ve told you everything.”

“I’m sorry,” said Hermione. She felt bad for saying what she did, but how was she going to explain having sex with Malfoy? She did not think they’d understand.

Well, she supposed she could tell them part of the truth. She took a deep breath and said, “Well, lately I’ve discovered that I have some feelings for… Harry.”

“Harry!” the two girls squealed.

“Well, that is absolutely perfect!” Parvati exclaimed.

Hermione couldn’t help but grin at their enthusiasm. “Why?”

“Because you are both so powerful and clever,” Parvati explained. “It is an excellent match. So you two… you know… did it?”

Hermione turned red, but she couldn’t help laughing at their expressions. “Don’t you dare tell anyone!” she tried to say, sternly, through her happiness.

“Well, we can see now why you want it a secret. It really would hurt Ron -with you two being his best friends and all,” Lavender pondered. “Don’t worry, we won’t say anything. But if you two get serious about each other, it will have to come out someday, Ron or no Ron.”

“I know,” sighed Hermione. “But we’re really just at the beginning. So can you two help me or not?”

“No problem,” said Lavender, getting up to fetch her wand. Lavender’s mother was a nurse at St. Mungo’s and had always had a clinical, no nonsense view on sex and contraception. She had taught Lavender years ago how to prevent it as she had no delusions about teens being abstinent. Mrs. Brown had seen too many teen pregnancies to believe such nonsense.

“Now,” said Lavender, pointing her wand towards Hermione’s abdomen. “This should ideally be done before you have sex, but afterwards is fine as long as you don’t wait too long.”

“What’s too long?” worried Hermione.

“Well I suppose more than a few days,” Lavender replied. “Now listen carefully so you can do this yourself next time.” With a flick of her wand she said, “Ovovarium expellium.”

“I didn’t feel anything,” Hermione said.

“Well, of course you wouldn’t. We are dealing with something so tiny, you’d need a microscope to see it,” Lavender explained.

“Thanks,” Hermione smiled, relieved. “I feel loads better now.”

“You’d better get dressed or you’re going to miss lunch as well. We’ll see you downstairs.”

OOOOOO

When Hermione walked into the Great Hall, lunch was already well underway.

She glanced at the Slytherin table and saw Draco talking to his friends. As she entered further into the room, he turned his head and looked directly at her.

Immediately she felt her pulse quicken, and her temperature rising, remembering how intimately he now knew her. His eyes slowly perused her body, and she felt her breasts ache when his gaze lingered there. The students were not required to wear robes on the weekends, so the curves of her body were more visible.

An appreciative lift of one eyebrow was all he could give her at this time. Hermione understood that he did not want to alert his friends of his attentions.

Memories of last night flooded her mind, sending tingles to her lower regions. How would she ever get through this day? What was to happen next?

She forced herself to look at the Gryffindor table, finding that looking in that direction would give her no peace as well.

There sat Harry in all his tousled-hair sexiness, looking at her as if he wanted to have her for lunch. The fluttery feeling inside of her intensified, when she tried to decide where she should sit. Could she trust herself to sit next to Harry and keep her hands off of him?

Harry was sitting across from Ron, so she opted for the safer spot next to Ron. “Good Morning,” she said, seating herself. She was careful not to look at Harry, even though she could feel his eyes on her. She wished he did not look so obvious.

“Morning?” Ron grumped. “It’s one o’clock.”

She examined the plate of sandwiches in the middle of the table. “Are all the ham ones gone?”

“You can have the rest of mine,” Harry said. “I’m full enough.” He pushed his plate towards her and when she reached for it, he quickly stroked one of his fingers on the back of her hand. Hermione felt that small touch like an electric shock. She glanced up at Harry’s face, noticing the bedroom eyes he was giving her.

Hermione scrunched her face in warning and made a small gesture towards Ron in order to remind Harry not to be so obvious.

Ron had not noticed a thing as he was absorbed in reading the Daily Prophet.

“I don’t believe this!” Ron spat, angrily. “Listen to this: The Wizengamot has ruled that Lucius Malfoy had been under a magical compulsion by He Who Must Not Be Named to commit the crimes he was charged with last spring. He has thereby been released on probation, for the period of one year, in which he will not be allowed the use of a wand. Nor may he ask others to perform magic in his behalf for this same period of time. Only the use of magical modes of transportation shall be allowed.”

Ron looked up at Harry. “Can you believe it? They’ve released him from Azkaban. That evil, murdering Death Eater is free - with a slap on the wrist!”

Harry and Hermione were shocked.

“Well, I told you that Lucius Malfoy had Fudge in his pocket It’s clear Fudge and those other judges think Voldemort’s going to win the war. They’re taking sides out of fear,” Harry replied.

Harry turned his head, gazing at Draco. He had a feeling Draco knew what they were talking about as he could clearly see Ron reading the paper. Normally, Harry would have expected Draco to smirk in delight at this news, tormenting Harry with it. But, surprisingly, Draco dropped his eyes and turned his head away.

“Let’s not talk about that right now,” said Hermione. “What should we do today?” Harry looked at her when she said these words, giving her a grin full of secret meaning. She blushed and grinned back at him.

Ron folded up the paper and said, “Quidditch tomorrow, remember? We’ll have to get all our homework out of the way today.” One never knew how long a game of Quidditch would last. It never ended until the snitch was caught. “Well, let’s get going.”

“You two go on, I’m not finished yet,” Hermione replied. “I’ll see you back in the common room.”

“Don’t be long,” Harry said before he left with Ron, giving her one more meaningful look.

Hermione thought her heartbeat would never slow down. She took a few more deep breaths and tried to finish her lunch.

From the corner of her eye she saw Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were now getting up from their table as well, heading down the isle that separated Slytherin’s tables from Gryffindor’s. Draco had slowed his steps, allowing his two buddies to get ahead of him. When he passed Hermione’s back, he reached over her shoulder and dropped a note on her lap.

Hermione’s chest pounded with excitement as she bent her head and read the note, keeping it halfway under the table and away from other curious eyes.

Draco had done a drawing of Hermione, lying on the ground naked with her legs spread. There was also a drawing of Draco, with his head between her legs. The drawing was magically moving, so that Hermione’s head was thrashing from side to side and Draco’s head was moving on her pussy, his tongue coming out of his mouth to lap at her.

As Hermione gazed at the picture, she felt her vagina contract, excitedly. She was growing wetter by the moment.

Scrawled underneath the picture was: “Meet me tonight at 8 p.m. Same place you spied on me once before.”

OOOOOOOOO

Back in Gryffindor common room, many students were working on their homework in order to get it out of the way for Sunday.

Hermione stretched and put down her quill, shaking her fingers loose. There was a restroom down a little hallway nearby. She had been waiting for Harry to get out of it so that she might have a turn, but he was taking too long.

“What’s taking him so long?” Hermione whined. “I need to go.”

“Go pound on the door and ask him,” Ron said, without looking up from his book.

“I will,” she replied, getting up and making her way through the little hallway.

She knocked on the door. “Harry? Aren’t you finished yet?”

She tried the knob when she received no answer and was surprised that it was unlocked.

Where in the world did he go?

He must have gone upstairs to his room, she thought as she stepped into the restroom. Before she was half way in, she felt a hand grasp her wrist and pull her the rest of the way.

“Harry!” she laughed, surprised.

“Shhh” he whispered, one finger over his lips. He shut the door and locked it before he pulled her into his arms, giving her a long, passionate kiss.

Hermione pressed her body onto his, moaning in his mouth. She needed this so badly!

Harry moaned his need of her back and pressed her against the door. He continued ravishing her mouth with his tongue, shifting his body slightly to the side in order to give his hand the access it wanted.

He slipped his hand underneath her blouse, gliding over her ribcage to embrace her waiting breast. As he flicked his thumb over her nipple, Hermione moaned more and began pressing her pelvis firmly onto his leg.

She couldn’t stand it. She needed his lips on her nipple so badly. She pulled up her blouse and exposed her bra to Harry.

Harry groaned in response and began licking and kissing his way down her neck. He hooked his fingers into the cup of the bra and tugged it down and under her breast. This caused her boob to push up as if reaching for him.

“Mmmm, yes,” Harry whispered, bending to cover her peaked nipple with his hot mouth. Hermione closed her eyes and bit her lower lip while Harry nipped and licked delicious mound. At the back of her mind, however, was the thought that someone may need to use this bathroom soon - and that Ron may wonder where they both were.

Hermione stroked the back of Harry’s head and whispered, “Harry, we don’t have much time.”

Harry looked up at her. He knew she was right, but he wanted her so fucking bad. It was hard for him to fall asleep last night, because he kept thinking of all the things they did. And now he couldn’t think about his studies because every time he looked across the table at her, he wanted to burst out of his clothing and fuck her silly, right on the table in front of everyone.

Harry stood straight and held her tight as he sighed with frustration. “I want to fuck you so badly it hurts, Hermione,” he whispered, his voice cracking with lust.

Hermione’s heart raced. She was sopping wet herself, feeling his need just as badly. “Then let’s be quick,” she whispered against his shoulder.

Harry smiled at her, surprised. He thought for sure she would insist they leave at once.

She reached for his pants and unfastened them. “Hurry, get these bottoms off and sit on the toilet,” she said.

“The toilet?” Harry replied.

Hermione rolled her eyes, quickly unfastening her pants as well. “Yes,” she whispered, “you’ll see.”

Harry did as she said and felt his cock harden even more when she approached him with her bottoms off. She turned around with her arse towards his face and made to sit down on his lap. Before she had a chance to sit, Harry grasped her hips and pulled her rear towards his face.

She gasped when she felt his tongue and his teeth nipping at the curve of her buttocks. It almost tickled, and she had to keep her mouth shut tight so she wouldn’t make any noise. It felt so wicked doing these things so close to where everyone else was sitting and studying. She knew she had to be quiet, though.

Then Harry guided her down onto his hard cock, holding her steady while she sank lower and adjusted her balance. Hermione moaned low in her throat, the yummy sensation of his cock filling her passage. She was so wet and juicy that he slid right in. When she completely sat all the way down on his lap, it felt so deep within her, so wonderful, that she wanted to stay like this forever.

Harry was breathing hard against her back, nudging her legs apart further with his hand so that he would have better access to her pleasure zones.

With one hand he began moving his fingers over her slick clit and with the other he continued his attentions to her breasts.

Hermione arched her back and tried to stifle the groans that wanted to burst from her mouth. She began moving on Harry’s cock and pushing up and down with her legs. Harry groaned against her back as he felt her hot pussy gripping onto his cock and pulling with its wet sweetness.

Soon they were frantic with need and Hermione began increasing the tempo, slamming her arse harder onto Harry’s lap. Harry took hold of her hips and helped her move harder and faster. Hermione stuck the fingers of one hand into her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that begged to be released.

They were both close to cumming as their bodies began to shake and tremor just before the waves exploded throughout. Harry came hard and had to grasp onto Hermione, smothering his mouth against her back. Her pussy was still convulsing and squirting over his cock and down onto his lap.

They were both breathing hard, trying to calm themselves after their magnificent orgasms, when a knock was heard on the door.

Hermione sat up straight. “Um… just a minute,” she said. “Actually, you might want to go upstairs,” she called. She didn’t want anyone to see them come out of the bathroom together.

“All right,” said a voice from the other side of the door.

She turned her head backwards to look at Harry and smiled. He smiled back at her and brought his lips against hers for another kiss.

“Next time we need to find a more private place,” she whispered, standing up to wash herself and get dressed.

“Anywhere you want,” Harry replied. “I’m at your service.”

OOOOOOOOOO


Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Expect that these three will be very horny for each other in upcoming chapters. There will be one on one’s for all of them as well as more threesomes. And yes, I am sneaking my plot in between all this yummy sex so it won’t be PWP, even though it may seem like it at times. Please let me know how you like it. Encouragement keeps me going!