Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 9: The End of Innocence

Friday night found the students in their respective houses blowing off steam and avoiding homework. Harry sat with Ron in the big common room and the noise level was above average as it was the night before the big Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Harry, Ron and Ginny eagerly discussed strategies while others swooped in and out of the conversation. The tension was high but so were the spirits.

Harry couldn’t help but notice Hermione sitting with Luna in the far corner of the room. They were talking quietly almost as if they were oblivious to what was going on around them. At least by then the gossip had quieted down. No doubt something new came up to set tongues wagging. He still planned on talking to Hermione before the night was over, though. He wanted to make sure she was ok and he wanted to clear up the tension between them – it was killing him.

It was getting late when he finally spotted her alone. Harry told Ron that he was going to the Room of Requirement with her to talk so he would not be overheard by the pesky Peeves or other nosy parties. Actually the whole idea was Ron’s because he knew Harry had more of a level head about those things than he did.

Harry stood up and went over to Hermione. She was sitting in a large chair with her knees drawn up and was rocking slightly with a glazed look in her eyes.

“Hermione?” he asked quietly. “Are you ok?”

She looked up at him and saw fatigued etched on her face. Maybe she did hear the rumors and it was finally getting to her. It looked like she hadn’t had any sleep for a while.

“I’m ok, Harry,” she said wearily.

“Uh, alright then.” He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if we could go somewhere and have a chat. You and I.”

A look of hopefulness crossed her face. “Really?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind. I think we need to talk.” He felt awkward all of sudden as if he were asking her out or something.

“Ok, where are we going?” she asked as she sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Let’s go to the Room of Requirement if you don’t mind,” he said.

She gave him a sly look and for a minute he wavered. But it was too late now so they exited the common room hoping no one noticed but of course someone always does.

They strolled quietly through the corridors and Harry used the Marauder’s Map to make sure they didn’t run into anyone who would frown upon them being away from their tower so late at night. When they at least reached the deserted corridor that held the room he was looking for, he concentrated hard on why he wanted to be there and suddenly a door appeared and they entered.

The room was filled with old artifacts. In the fifth year, Harry formed Dumbledore’s Army and taught his fellow students more advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts techniques. Other than that, he hadn’t been in there much. They found an old but comfy couch and sat down. Harry liked the way it enveloped him and he felt more at ease.

“So how’s it going Hermione?” he asked as they settled in. “You don’t look so great.”

“Everything is fine,” she replied in a strange voice. It was if someone else was speaking for her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, not convinced. “There have been some, ah, rumors going around the school about you.”

She turned and looked at him suspiciously. “What are the rumors, Harry?” she challenged.

“You haven’t heard?” he asked, reluctant to go into the details. The whole incident was awkward enough for him.

“No, indulge me. I want to know.”

Harry’s face began to burn. He hoped it didn’t have to go this way. “Well, I heard that you were, ah, you were alone in the common room one night. And, you were, well you were naked…”

“Stop,” she commanded. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Was it true?” he asked, surprised at the sudden change in tone.

“Does it matter?” she sighed. “Everyone knows. Everyone has been saying things.”

“Look, I’m sorry Hermione. You’ve been acting so weird lately, and I’m worried.”

“Because I kissed you?” she asked in that accusing tone again.

“Well, for starters, yes. But lately you’ve been distracted and you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Hermione leaned back against the couch and pushed her breasts out. Harry couldn’t help but noticing. When she turned to face him, her face had a new expression on it and he got a little uncomfortable.

“Harry, I do like you, you know. I haven’t changed my opinion.”

“We went over this before,” he said, pulling back a tiny bit. “We’re friends and we should keep it that way.”

Besides, I like another, he thought.

But she wasn’t listening to him. Hermione placed her hand on his hard thigh and he could feel the heat.

“So hard,” she purred and Harry gulped. “Your thigh, I mean.”

“Um, Hermione, maybe we should…”

But she was quicker than him. She pulled herself up and turned to face him. Their heads were only inches apart. Harry felt the warmth coming off her and he smelled the scent of something he wasn’t sure about.

“Maybe we should what? Kiss?”

And with that she planted a kiss on him while maneuvering her body so that she was straddling him. The kiss took him by surprise because it had such intensity that he never thought was possible. Harry had certainly kissed before and he and Ron finally lost their virginity with a couple of Muggle girls the summer between sixth and seventh years. But he never really thought of Hermione this way. He always thought she and Ron would end up together and he cursed his friend’s procrastination.

Harry pulled away from the kiss.

“Hermione…don’t,” he murmured into her hair.

But she ignored him and placed her hands on his muscular chest. Both of her knees were on either side of his thighs and he was quickly becoming aware of the way she presented her breasts to him.

“Harry, don’t deny me,” she said as she nipped his ear. “You know you want it.” She stuck the tip of her tongue inside his ear and he shivered. “We’ve waited too long.”

He shut his eyes and tried to think of something else, but being a teenager, his hormones kicked in and his cock started to twitch in his pants. Hermione sensed it and clamped her hand down on him and squeezed.

“Oh gods,” he moaned. “Hermione, what are you doing to me?”

She laughed before placing her mouth on his again. This time he opened his and their tongues dueled and swirled around each other. Harry gripped her arms with his and with one last desperate attempt he firmly pushed her away.

“Hermione, we can’t,” he said, panting.

She sat back and regarded him with those brown eyes. For a moment he thought he had won.

“Harry, of all the men and boys in this school, I choose you. I want you to take my maidenhood,” she said seriously.

“B-but…it should be with someone you want to be with,” he said lamely.

“And that’s you.”

They stared at each other for a long time. Harry could feel his resolve softening as his dick hardened. In a way he felt honored that she chose him to give herself to. But if Ron found out…

That was enough to break the spell.

“No, Hermione, Ron wants you. Save yourself for him.”

He went to push her away but she clamped her hand down on his cock and squeezed.

“Ahhh!” he cried. “What are you doing?”

And like a snake she slid down his body and unbuttoned his trousers and before he knew it, his cock was free.

“Oh my, Harry,” she said, almost giggling.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “I’m sorry Ron.”

And with that, Hermione brought her head down so that her moist mouth enveloped his hardness. Harry gasped with this new pleasure and his body went rigid. Hermione sensed what she was doing to him and began to swirl her tongue around the top of swollen shaft. For a virgin, she sure knew what she was doing, he thought.

And she did. Hermione sucked his cock expertly until his balls filled up and he arched his back and began to whimper. Harry felt the orgasm gather itself in the muscles of his back and his thighs. There was no stopping now as Hermione brought him to the very pinnacle.

“Oh fuck…I’m going to cum!” he cried.

That didn’t deter her, she was going to suck him off and swallow it all. And swallow she did. As he finally released his load she kept her mouth locked tightly around his cock and took every drop he had to give her. His body rose and shook and sweat formed on his brow until at last he collapsed, spent. With one last suck, Hermione raised her head and looked up at him.

“That is just the beginning,” she grinned. “Next, you are going to fuck me.”

Harry groaned but he knew it would be only a matter of time before he grew hard enough to go again. And when he saw Hermione stand up and begin to remove her clothes, his cock answered with a twitch.

“Yes, you are going to fuck me, Harry Potter,” she said as if in a trance again. Hermione lifted her sweater over her head and her bra-less breasts came into view. Although still developing, she looked ravishing to Harry who had not seen quite enough breasts in his short life. He thought fucking her was just about what he needed at the moment.

“Take off your jeans,” he croaked.

“Oh yes, I will,” she said, smiling.

Slowly she unzipped her jeans and wriggled out of them along with her panties. She stood before him naked to the world and absolutely delicious.

“Take off yours, too,” she suggested, still standing.

Harry quickly shed his sweater and shirt and pulled his crumpled up trousers away from his feet.

“Come over here,” he growled.

She sat down next to him and he pushed her back so that she was looking up at him. The desire for her overtook Harry and he couldn’t help himself. Lowering his head, he suckled one breast taking care to spend time on the nipple. He loved the way the flesh puckered in his mouth.

“Bite them,” she urged.

“But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt me, trust me.”

Still, he gently nipped the flesh with his teeth and cried out. At first he thought he did hurt her, but she forced his head down with her hands. “Keep going,” she breathed.

Harry moved his mouth to the other nipple and brought it to the same hard point as the other before biting down. Hermione cried out again and writhed underneath him. He had no idea pain could do things like that to a woman. But he forged onwards and snaked one hand down between her thighs to touch her soft mound. When his fingers pried inside to her center, it was sopping wet.

Hermione arched her back slightly when he touched her there. He wondered if she required more pain. At least he knew what he was supposed to do and his cock was ready to go. The whole thing seemed rushed but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, trying to read her emotions.

“Yes, Harry, take me,” she groaned. “I need to feel you.”

“Spread your legs a bit more,” he said as he grabbed his cock and positioned it near her wet hole. He hadn’t had too much practice and he hoped he didn’t botch it up.

When they had entered the room, Harry had lit a candle with his wand and the soft light permeated the room. Looking down at Hermione in that, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. Once her legs were spread could Harry appreciate her sex as he gazed upon it. With her hair spread out on all around her face and her body heaving with pleasure he felt a surge of desire and affection that maybe had been hidden the last few years.

“I’m ready for you,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.

Harry took a deep breath and slowly inserted his cock in her gaping snatch. He eased in and felt the soft wet folds of her pussy envelop him as he took the plunge. Once he was in, it was if a vacuum closed in around his cock. He pushed a little harder and felt something give way.

“Ohhh!” she cried and a single tear escaped.

“Are you ok?” he asked, suddenly nervous.

“Yes, Harry, that was my maidenhood breaking,” she said with a half smile. “Keep going, I’ll be fine.”

Recovering, Harry began to ease his cock out slowly before thrusting in again. The sensations once again took over and he began to lose himself in Hermione’s supple young body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper all the while dictating the speed at which he was to fuck her.

“That’s it, Harry, go fast and hard. You won’t hurt me now,” she said, egging him on.

That’s all the encouragement he needed. Grunting, he thrust in and out of her as the sweat began to form on both their bodies. He could see her skin shine in the candlelight. Her breasts heaved and bounced with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, this is great,” he said, almost yelling it to the world. “You’re great, Hermione.”

She laughed and urged him on. “Make me cum, Harry. Make me scream.”

Those words only inflamed him more and he pumped his cock into her tight wet box. Beneath him he saw her screw up her face and clutch the soft covering of the couch.

“Oh Harry, I’m almost there…whatever you do…DON’T STOP!”

He wasn’t going to stop for anything. Hermione was obviously reaching her climax and he wanted to make sure she never forgot it.

“Ahhhh…fuck…” she cried. “I’m cumming!!!!”

As she said the words, her body twitched and shuddered and her eyes shut tightly. He felt the same sensations go through his body and at the last minute he pulled out and shot his seed all over her belly. Not caring about the mess he collapsed on her body. Hermione\'s thighs and Harry\'s cock were coated with the precious virgin blood. And somewhere on the other side of the castle, Professor Snape had a sudden feeling of uneasiness that he couldn\'t explain.

“Sweet Merlin,” Harry whispered. “That was great.”

Hermione’s breath began to return to normal and she played with Harry’s hair. His glasses were still on, but they were askew. The two spent lovers clutched each other and stroked and murmured. Harry shut his eyes and listened to Hermione’s heartbeat. He was glad now to be her first and even gladder to have the sense to pull out at the last minute.

In fact, he was so enraptured; he didn’t hear the door close behind them.

“So…Harry, had to have her first, didn’t you?” came a voice behind him.


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