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Sorry, Ickle Ronniekins!
J.K. Rowling owns it all. I guarantee you, if I owned Hermione, I sure wouldn\'t be wasting my time writing about her. I don\'t have much money, so don\'t come a\'suin. Oh, and if you want to publish it somewhere else, just ask. I will probably allow it.
BTW, I am a big fan of either slutty Hermione stories, or of Harry/Hermione noncon. If anyone can recommend good stories to me and tell me where to find them, I would be much obliged.
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He felt empty inside.
It was not the overwhelming guilt that had plagued him, and still sometimes did, when Sirius died. It was just as deep, just as numbing, but the cause was much different.
And this time, there was no blame to be laid at anyone\'s feet. It was just his lot in life to be denied any happiness.
The worst part of all was how sudden this new feeling of melancholy was forced upon him.
He stood in the doorway to the room he shared with Ron at Grimmauld Place staring at the couple whose lips were so passionately glued together on the bed, so much in to the kiss that they took note of nothing else around them. There moans of complete ecstasy were muffled as his hands ran through her long brown locks while her hands stroked the red hair of her partner, their tongues dueling each other for supremacy.
Finally, as they broke apart, Hermione whispered in a voice he recognized from one of Dudley\'s porn tapes as that of complete fuck lust, \"tonight, Ron, after everyone is asleep. In Buckbeak\'s room.\"
\"Why not now,\" Ron asked between gasps moving his hand to where Harry knew her left breast to be, although that sight was blocked by Ron\'s lanky frame.
\"Because,\" Hermione continued in that lovely lilting voice which always sent shivers up Harry\'s spine when it was lowered in a whisper, or, if he thought about it, at any time she used it. \"People might see us. We especially don\'t want Harry to know just now, not with all he\'s been through.\"
He stayed to hear no more. Instead, heart thumping wildly beneath his ribs, he retreated just as noiselessly just as he had come.
So Ron and Hermione were together. He had suspected that they might end up that way, but that didn\'t mean he had to like it. After all, didn\'t Ron always get the few things Harry truly wanted. Did he not have a large family with loving parents? Was he not made a prefect? Did he not have the several siblings with which to squabble and them make up again with? And now, it appeared, he was going to get the girl that, Harry realized suddenly, he himself wanted, wanted more than anything he could ever recall wanting in his whole life?
The bitter irony came with such shock and such an aftertaste of bitterness that he sat down rather abruptly in Sirius\'s old bedroom where his feet seemed to have carried him of their own accord. Hermione was everything to him. The knowledge this one delicate female possessed coupled with her unfailing loyalty to him and, he realized with a pain in his heart so deep he thought he would pass out from it, the beauty that she had become made him nearly sick with sorrow.
And jealousy.
For only the second time, Harry Potter was jealous of Ron Weasley. The first, of course, had been when Ron had been named a prefect over he, Harry, even though he, Harry, was clearly more qualified for the job. That bout of jealousy had flown out the window rapidly. Now, however, he wondered if he would ever be able to get past this.
And as he sat there with the beginnings of a desperate plan forming in his mind, he finally truly understood what power he possessed that Voldemort did not know or understand. He had the power to love. He, Harry Potter, was in love with Hermione Granger, his best friend and shining light of five years.
And as his realization of just how much he loved this sometimes bossy girl with her long brown hair and beautiful chocolate eyes continued to grow, the plan in his mind crystallized. By the time that Mrs. Weasley found him in the bedroom of his deceased godfather and gently told him it was time for dinner, his mind was made up. Smiling at Mrs. Weasley, who continued to prattle on like the annoying mother hen she could sometimes be, Harry followed her down the several flights of stairs to the kitchen in the basement of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, making only one quick stop along the way. For one of the few times that summer, he found himself grateful that the twins were there with their loud laughter and new and usually entertaining jokes. It was thanks to them turning their brother Bill in to a bullfrog and the scolding and loud demands for them to fix it at once by Mrs. Weasley that Harry got the opportunity he had been praying for.
Shortly afterward, Ron rather conspicuously in Harry\'s opinion, announced that he was tired and would turn in for the night, throwing a more-than-obvious wink to Hermione who ignored him, dreamy smile on her beautiful face.
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\"Hello, Hermione,\" Harry said smiling as she started in surprise jumping slightly and eyeing the door she had closed behind her after entering the room.
\"Harry, I thought Ron was going to meet me here,\" she said, blushing slightly as she refused to meet his eyes.
\"He was very tired after dinner tonight, so I told him I would wait for you here and tell you when you arrived,\" he replied, smiling more broadly at the frazzled-looking girl in front of him.
\"Oh.\" That seemed to be the only word she could say.
Finally, she let out a sigh and turned to the door.
\"Well, I guess I\'ll just go now, Harry. I am rather tired, you know. It has been a long day.\"
She through a rather forced-looking smile over her shoulder as she reached for the doorknob.
\"I put a dreamless sleep potion in Ron\'s pumpkin juice tonight.
Hermione whipped her head around and looked at Harry, for once in her life too stunned to speak. While she was still recovering from her shock, she didn\'t notice Harry remove his wand, flick it at the door, then mutter quietly under his breath.
Harry sighed in relief. This had been the tricky part, getting Hermione lone in the room with him. Now, it was easy. Harry was extremely grateful to Dumbledore that he had made them aware of the fact that underage magic could not be tracked while in the protected house. This had let Harry practice many new spells in preparing for the confrontation he knew awaited him and Voldemort. Tonight, however, it would serve a much better purpose.
Hermione had finally recovered from her shock, and this emotion was slowly giving way to puzzlement and anger.
\"Why, Harry? And how did you know Ron was meeting me here tonight?\"
She lifted her inquiring eyes to gaze in to his own, and what she saw there left her speechless. It was loneliness, pure and simple. And behind the loneliness there was a fire she had never seen in his eyes before, not even when he had yelled at her and Ron upon arrival at Grimmauld Place before their fifth year.
\"I saw you and he today in our room. You really should have kept the door shut if you didn\'t want me to know what was going on between the two of you,\" Harry said in a hard, flat voice that was totally unlike him.
\"Harry, you know we would have told you,\" Hermione said in a soothing voice after she had recovered from this shock as well. \"We just thought you had enough on your plate what with the death of Si ... With the death and all.\"
\"Do you know how I felt when I saw him kissing you, Hermione,\" he said in a voice that seemed to indicate he hadn\'t heard her at all. \"I felt like someone had taken a dagger and thrust it right through my chest. I thought I could trust you to tell me important stuff, especially after last year. I might could have dealt with it then, however, seeing Ron and you together made me realize something.\"
Perhaps it was the strange glow in his eyes. Perhaps it was the earnestness of his emotionless voice that caused it. Either way, Hermione found herself backing up as Harry spoke, feeling slight stirrings of fear as Harry advanced right along with her. Who was this, she wondered briefly, who had replaced the caring, humble friend that she had known for five years?
\"I was jealous of him, Hermione,\" he continued, continuing to pace forward as she retreated. \"Ron has everything I have ever wanted. He has loving parents. Several siblings. A warm safe place he can always go if the problems of the world get to be too much. He has never had to live with people who hate the very air that he breathes. And now, he has the girl.\"
Hermione felt her heart hammering painfully in her chest as she felt her back impact against the wall of the room completely opposite the door she had come in through.
\"The girl, I realized,\" Harry continued, moving forward until only a couple of inches separated them. \"Was everything to me.\"
Eyes wide with shock, Hermione brought her hands up to her ears to try and shut out what the voice was saying. This could not be happening. Ron was the one she loved. Sure, she supposed she loved Harry as a friend, but nothing more. Harry had never made her belly do cartwheels just by looking at her. It was not Harry she thought of as she got ready for each day, wondering what he would think of her wardrobe and hair do.
Yet here she was, back pressed tightly in to the wall with the green-eyed boy trapping her escape. She idly wondered why she had left her own wand in the room she shared with Ginny. But had she ever thought something like this could happen at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix? No, she decided, the idea had never crossed her mind.
She did not hear the Silencing Charm Harry cast to augment his already powerful Locking Charm. The next thing she knew, Harry had grasped her wrists and lowered her hands from her ears.
\"For five years, Hermione, you have always been there. It was your voice I heard when I would get a foolish idea in to my mind. I would always ask myself \"what would Hermione think of me\". Whenever I found myself face to face with Voldemort, it was your voice I would hear in my head reviewing what defensive measures I might take to try and survive the encounter. It was the sound of your beautiful laughter that I heard whenever I was so close to the edge that I thought about just jumping over, especially after Cedric and then Sirius. You are all that has kept me alive.
\"Hermione, if you don\'t feel the same way, I will live somehow. But before you say anything, let me ask you a question. Do you remember the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries?\"
Mutely, she nodded.
\"After Sirius fell through the Veil, and I had returned to Dumbledore\'s office, he told me what the prophecy said. He also admitted that he should have told me at the end of the first year when I asked him why Voldemort wanted me dead?\"
Hermione stared up at him, his disturbing behavior of only moments ago pushed to the back of her mind in the quest to obtain this new knowledge.
\"What did it say, Harry?\"
He shuddered at the way his name seemed to roll off her tongue, and he felt a definite tightening in the front of his pants. But that would come later.
\"Hermione, basically it says that a child would be born at the end of the seventh month to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort. Voldemort would then mark this child as his equal, but the child would have powers the Dark Lord knew not. And one of us has to die before the other can fully live.
\"Now, as it turns out, the child referred to could have been one of two people, either myself or Neville. However, Voldemort chose me to mark. Who knows what would have happened if Voldemort had had knowledge of the full prophecy. Maybe my parents would even still be alive,\" he finished bitterly.
He pressed on, giving her only a moment to digest this bit of information.
\"Hermione, do you know what the power I have that Voldemort does not could be?\"
\"No,\" she managed in a squeaky voice far from her normally self-assured tones.
\"Dumbledore told me that the power I have is the power of love. He said that although Voldemort knows of this power, it is one that he can not abide. It is this power, Dumbledore claims, that saved me from Voldemort in the Ministry that night.\"
He sighed.
\"Hermione, I did not believe him at first. I kept asking myself what could I possibly do even with love against someone so powerful as Voldemort? I had no real hope of defeating him, until I walked in to the room today and saw you and Ron together.
\"My heart almost failed me. For it was then that I finally realized what a fool I had been not to see what was right in front of me the whole time. It was as I looked at his hands running through your hair that I realized that love truly could be a weapon. I realized that all last year while I had been pursuing Cho, it was you I should have been after. It is you that makes me feel like I can conquer anything the world throws at me. It is the thought of you being with me that made me realize that with you by my side, Voldemort did not stand a chance.
\"Hermione, I realized that I was in love with you, so deeply in love with you that when you are happy, the sun shines in my heart. When you are said, I want to find out who or what has made you so sad and rip their hearts out and present them to you on a silver platter. Now I realize why I was so upset when you were injured by Dolohov.\"
At this point, Hermione belatedly realized that at some point during his monologue his arms had, consciously or otherwise, reached out to encircle her waist. Shivering, she tried to remove them from around her. Yet try as she might, she could not escape his embrace as he seemed to be holding her effortlessly. And then, he brought his mouth down to her ear and whispered ten words that made the whole situation startlingly real to her in a way that nothing else had.
\"If I had lost you, Hermione, I would have died.\"
He spoke no more then, as tears had suddenly begun to flow down the beautiful face in front of him.
\"H-H-Harry,\" she choked out through her sobs. \"That is probably the most beautiful yet terrible thing anyone has ever said to me. Beautiful as the sentiment is, and as much as I like you as a friend, my heart belongs to Ron.\"
With a great effort, she wrenched out of his embrace and turned to head for the door.
She got one step.
His hand shot out, closing around her wrist like a vice.
With little effort, he pulled her back to him, clasping his other arm back around her waist.
\"Hermione, I\'m sorry,\" he whispered huskily. \"I have to know what love feels like, even if it is just this once.\"
Hermione\'s eyes widened in horror at the implications, but before she could do more than open her mouth to scream, she was silenced by hot lips smothering her own. Harry Potter, her best friend and confidant since starting at Hogwarts, was kissing her.
It was forceful, yet not painful. It was demanding, yet not uncomfortable. What it was, however, was intoxicating. She both welcomed it and shrank from it.
The feel of his teeth nipping lightly at her bottom lip made her mouth open slightly in shock. This was all the invitation he needed. His tongue shot forward in to her mouth, and Harry moaned in complete and utter ecstasy. He thought that perhaps he may have found the one thing that was better than flying, kissing Hermione. She tasted of the strawberry pie Mrs. Weasley had cooked for dessert mixed with another flavor he could not quite identify. Yet he loved it all the same.
He continued exploring her mouth for several minutes, every whimper of protest or moan of enjoyment only arousing him further. Idly he wondered if he couldn\'t just stop time and stay this way forever with his tongue doing slow exploratory circles in the recesses of Hermione\'s mouth.
So in to this new feeling overwhelming his senses was he that he was caught completely by surprise when Hermione\'s elbow made solid contact with his ribs. Letting out a muffled gasp, he released her and staggered back a few steps.
Hermione did not waste the chance she had been given. She knew that Harry was most likely losing his mind at the absence of love in his life and the pain of all of his losses. However, as much as she felt sorry for him, she had to flee while she could. Her body belonged to Ron, not Harry. Surely he would come to his senses in the morning.
She made it to the door this time. It was not until she began wrenching at the knob to open it that she realized the horrible truth. Harry had suspected she might try something like this and had taken precautions to ensure she could not leave. She was still yanking at the door in a feudal attempt to open it when strong arms closed around her from behind and she was forced round to face him.
She did not see the anger and rage she was expecting. Instead, to her amazement, tears spilled from the emerald orbs of the not-quite man in front of her.
\"Why Hermione?\"
Those too simple words made her realize the simple awful truth. The tears were made from many emotions: guilt, self-loathing, anger, desire, and, if she was honest with herself, which was something she prided herself for, a deep love hampered only by the knowledge that he was fighting a battle for a girl who would not return his feelings. The expression on his face nearly broke her.
And then, the anger came.
\"So, after all that we have been through together, you are just like the rest,\" Harry whispered in a voice full of such venom that Hermione wondered crazily if maybe Snape hadn\'t taken Polyjuice Potion to become Harry.
\"Harry, it\'s not like that at all,\" she whimpered, half ashamed to hear such a desperate pleading in her voice. \"You need to understand---\"
\"I understand plenty, Mudblood!\"
Hermione gasped in shocked horror, unaware of the tears beginning to flow down her beautiful face again.
\"I always knew Ron only hung out with me because of my so-called fame and glory. I always knew he was a jealous git! But I never suspected until now that you were the same way.\"
Hermione opened her mouth to stop her friend\'s hysterical tirade, but Harry\'s voice overrode any attempts at speech which she made.
\"Well, fortunately for me I now know the truth before I can be hurt anymore. How unfortunate that I made the terrible mistake of falling in love with you.\"
His voice dropped to a deadly whispered once more.
\"Did you know, Hermione, if you had returned my feelings even in the slightest, my life might have been worthwhile! In fact, if you loved me at all and I was presented with either sacrificing you or the rest of the entire world, I am afraid that the world would be a rather empty place. Oh well, I am used to disappointment by now. However, as I told you earlier. I am bound and determined to know at least once what it is like to truly love someone. EVANESCO!\"
Hermione screamed as her Muggle jeans and jumper vanished along with her small dainty sandals, leaving her clad in only a blood-red bra and matching knickers. With renewed vigor, she struggled to free herself from the madman who had only an hour before been her closest friend. He subdued her efforts easily, using only one hand to do so. However, her efforts stopped as suddenly as they had begun by what Harry did next. He gestured with the hand not holding her, and there was suddenly a four-poster bed where before there had been only carpeted flooring. If she hadn\'t been so panicked over what he was going to do to her and so amazed by his performing the feat without the aid of his wand, she might have been interested to note the green and silver of the canopy that surrounded the bed.
\"Only the best for the most beautiful girl in the world,\" Harry husked in to her ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth and gently biting down on it.
In spite of her terror and longing to escape, she was horrified to hear a slight moan emit from her mouth.
Harry\'s green eyes glittered triumphantly.
She never knew just how she came to be lying face up on the bed. The only thing she did know was that Harry had performed some more of his astounding wandless magic and suddenly she was spread-eagled on the bed with magically conjured chains binding her arms to the headboard while steel cuffs appeared dangling down from the ceiling. Harry\'s hands parted her unresisting legs, and in a trice, her ankles were firmly secured in the cuffs.
Now, she knew for sure what was going to happen. He was going to do it. Harry Potter, the man she had thought defined nobility, was going to rape her.
\"So beautiful,\" he said in a voice so filled with wonder and awe that she was both deeply flattered and completely repulsed.
He leaned down over her again and pressed his lips to hers. She whimpered softly in to his mouth and fought valiantly to free herself from her restraints. This was not happening. It couldn\'t be. Was Hermione Granger going to be raped by someone whose friendship she had cherished so much for five years? It appeared the answer was a definite yes. Unless they were discovered. In which case, what would happen? Would Dumbledore even take any action against his golden boy? Could he afford to if what the prophecy said was true? No, Hermione Granger was not going to be rescued.
The feel of his lips on her collar bone brought her back to the present. Harry was sucking gently at her collar bone, making quick little bites and then using his tongue to lathe the area gently.
It took Hermione a moment to realize that the moaning sound she was hearing was coming from herself. How could this be turning her on? After all, it was not Ron Weasley doing these things to her. Ron was not forcing her to submit as her bra was seized in two Quidditch-roughened hands and ripped off. Ron was not the one who ...
She had never before felt anything like it. Harry\'s tongue had moved to her right breast, and he was gently tracing the slope of said breast and laying delicate kisses around and around the sides, each trip making its way closer and closer to her nipple.
She moaned louder. Was rape supposed to feel this good?
All further thoughts were lost as Harry\'s hot mouth took the entire breast inside. He began a gentle sucking motion, biting lightly, then letting the tit meat slide out between his lips. When he had only the nipple in his mouth, he pursed his lips and sucked lightly. The nipple sprung, if possible, even more erect as he drew it outward with his tongue and then released it, allowing it to spring back to its normal position. He repeated this several times, each attack leaving the erect nipple standing more proudly than the last as her body unwillingly responded to the stimulus it was receiving.
Then it was time for the left tit. Her right was not abandoned. As Harry\'s mouth worked her left breast, his hands lightly massaged and tweaked her right.
Hermione was horrified to find her knickers becoming damp as his ministrations continued.
And then, they stopped.
Hermione let out a sigh, partially of frustration and partially of relief. The sigh rapidly turned in to a surprised \"oooh\" as she felt a kiss being applied to the sole of her left foot.
Harry, for his part, was truly amazed at the beauty lying bound on the bed before him. In part of his mind, the part that was still capable of logic, he knew what he was doing was horribly wrong. The other part of him, the part that had awoken at the sight of Hermione and Ron locked in a game of Tonsil Quidditch, was beyond logic. All this part of him new was that Hermione was beautiful. Hermione was desirable, and he, Harry, loved Hermione Granger with a fervor that he had never known before, not even when attempting to save Sirius from the Department of Mysteries. Her breasts had been perfect, and he would have been content to worship them forever, but his own needs were making themselves known. He did not think he had ever been so hard in his entire life, not even while servicing himself with the thoughts of Cho doing things to him.
Rather reluctantly, he released her tits and moved to the foot of the bed, staring at the pair of feet that were encased in the steel shackles in front of him.
He had never thought feet could be such a turn on. Then again, he had never seen Hermione Granger\'s feet. They were small and beautifully arched with just a hint of nail polish on the toes which seemed to give them a radiant glow. Mouth watering and unable to resist, he bent down and placed a firm kiss on the beautiful arch of the left foot. As his mouth made contact and the girl groaned helplessly, he felt whatever control he still had deserting him rapidly. He continued his assault on the perfect pair of feet in front of him: now attacking the arch, now the heel, now taking each toe in to his mouth and sucking lovingly on them. While his mouth was so occupied, he reached down with his hands and blindly began fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
Finally, he had his pants shoved down as far as he could without leaning over, and reluctantly releasing her foot from his mouth, stopping only to place one last kiss on her Achilles.
For Hermione Granger, the torture was exquisite. She had never before thought of her feet as anything more than a tool which supported her when she walked. Now, however, she realized just what sensitive parts her feet were. Harry\'s kissing and sucking of her feet and toes were driving her mad. For the first time that night, or in many nights as she lay awake in bed pleasuring herself with the thoughts of the naughty things that she could do with Ron Weasley, Ron completely left her mind.
Now, Harry\'s mouth was moving farther up her legs, away from her still tingling feet. He traced hot paths of fire with his mouth along her ankles, stopping to sample her delectable skin as he went with both lips and tongue.
About the time that Harry\'s attack on the feet of the bound and helpless Hermione began, her resistance and determination not to let Harry know how much her body was enjoying this vanished. Her moans had been nearly continuous as she forced herself to relax under his talented mouth.
The light fuzz on Harry\'s cheek as it brushed her knee to be followed seconds later by his tongue made her involuntarily surge forward attempting to sit up in her bonds. However, the chains were rumored to be as strong as the wizard conjuring them, and a very strong wizard had conjured these chains.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, she felt his mouth halt in front of the patch of damp cloth at the junction of her thighs.
There, he stopped momentarily.
\"I\'ve never done this before,\" he told her in the humble tones that she had come to know over the period of their friendship.
\"Then you can stop now,\" she said in a surprisingly calm voice after what his mouth had been doing to her.
\"No, Hermione. I am going to make you mine, even if it is only for tonight. Too long have I been denied the feeling of being loved. And even if you don\'t return my feelings, I will at least be able to pretend.\"
He had grabbed the sides of her knickers and yanked, sending them flying before she had even seen his hands move. However, the scream that had been about to erupt from her turned in to a tortured moan as she felt his tongue lapping up the wetness in her crotch.
\"Ambrosia,\" Harry thought foggily.
\"Oh my God, I don\'t think I\'ll be able to resist him,\" she whimpered internally.
With gentle fingers, Harry found her opening and slowly pressed a finger inside her. Hermione jerked spasmodically, soaking the probing digit with more of her juices. Meanwhile, his tongue had begun slow lazy caresses of her inner thighs and bubbling center. The banshee-like shriek that erupted from her when his tongue accidentally ran over her clit would have been loud enough to wake the dead, and Harry was glad that he had remembered to put the strongest Silencing Charm he had been able to find on the room.
Hearing how she had reacted, he again allowed his tongue to brush over her button eliciting a tortured moan from the beauty strapped down before him. As he allowed his lips to close around the nub, he thought that the wild reaction of her bucking hips must be what it was like to try and stay on a raging hippogriff. Yet, he loved it. He loved hearing her moans and pleadings to stop mixed in with tortured whispered for him to keep doing this forever.
It took about two minutes longer and another finger pumping madly inside her slick folds before she shrieked, arched off the bed as much as she could, contracted the muscles of her thighs, and let loose with a howl of such mixed shame and ecstasy that he knew he could wait no longer to be inside her. He quickly bent down and ripped the rest of his own clothes off.
Through her delirium, Hermione felt a pair of hot lips settle over her own and a tongue once more invade her mouth. She did not realize she was tasting herself on Harry\'s thick tongue, nor was she aware that her own tongue was dueling madly in a battle of possession with the teenager above her.
Only when she felt something probing at her entrance did she snap back to herself with a horrified gasp of denial at what was going to happen next. She would have started begging with Harry to not take this last piece of her innocence from her, leave Ron at least that one bit of satisfaction, but Harry\'s tongue plundering her mouth made it impossible to speak. Then, as she final came to the conclusion that there was no help to be had, no pleading that could change the course of events that had been set in motion, she felt the hard hollow tube of flesh probing at her entrance.
Before she could do anything that even resembled resistance, Harry\'s cock found its target and lodged itself triumphantly in the entrance of the virginal channel of Hermione Granger.
With a primal cry of longing and long-suppressed emotion, Harry\'s hips surged forward. There was a brief tearing sensation, Hermione cried out in shock and slight pain, and then he was there. His balls were resting against Hermione\'s ass, and his shaft was encased in the warmest, wettest and most pleasurable sensation he had ever known.
He looked down at the girl whimpering in obvious pain below him, and the tears of guilt and humiliation that were flowing down her cheeks nearly made him repent. However, his own feelings toward the girl were too strong to ignore. With a grunt of pure bliss, Harry withdrew slightly then pushed in firmly once again.
The cry of pain was slightly less noticeable this time, and Harry found himself comforted by this knowledge. Despite what he had done to her, he never wanted to be the one to make Hermione cry. He loved her too much. Without her, he realized, his life was worthless.
Harry began withdrawing and thrusting in a regular firm pattern, occasionally moving his hips from side to side in an attempt to bring the weeping girl what pleasure he could. The feeling of Hermione\'s tight clinging walls surrounding him as he continued thrusting made what little control he still possessed desert him quickly. However, there was one thing he was resolved to tell her before he came, one thing he had to make sure she understood before this event could end.
\"Hermione,\" he rasped out as his cock continued to rear and plunge below.
Her eyes focused blearily on him, and when they opened, Harry almost cried out in despair at the blank look in them.
The look did not last long, however. In a desperate try to make Hermione enjoy this act of lovemaking, Harry had reached down between them and, after finding her clit, began to gently squeeze and rub it. Hermione\'s whole demeanor changed. The feel of his fingers on her button of love had started her body once more reacting to the sensation of being filled repeatedly by the hard cock that was slicing through her depths. Indeed, she was not even aware of awkwardly trying to match Harry thrust for thrust until she heard his tortured moan.
\"Hermione,\" he choked out in a desperate whisper. \"Please.\"
For the first time since he had bound her to the bed, she allowed her eyes to meet his. She was astounded to see tears flowing in rivulets down his young-old cheeks.
\"I\'m sorry, Hermione,\" he sobbed out as if his heart was breaking. \"I love you so much and could think of no other way to let you know how much you mean to me, how my world is nothing without you in it.\"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, still unconsciously doing her best to meet the desperate stabs of Harry\'s cock as it sawed back and forth, in and out, of her tight fuck channel. However, the salty moisture on her lips prevented that. Dimly, and with no small thrill of shame, she realized she was tasting Harry\'s tears.
\"Please,\" he said, his heart and voice nothing but agony even as he neared completion inside her.
She made her mistake.
She looked deeply and completely in to his eyes, and the raw need for love, the longing to love and protect that Hermione instinctively knew was only for her, and the knowledge that in a few more moments, he would probably be shunned by his friends for the mere crime of loving her, that caused something to snap.
How the chains were banished neither of them would ever know. The only thing Hermione did know was that one moment, she lay under Harry bucking up to receive his member as much as she could, and the next moment, her arms and legs were wrapping themselves around Harry\'s neck and buttocks respectively.
\"Yes,\" she breathed out. \"Yes, Harry, I do love you. Can you ever forgive me?\"
The tears continued to fall from his rugged cheeks as he continued to fill her pussy with the obvious evidence of the love he felt for her. However, gone was the deadened hollow look that had been in his eyes since the death of his godfather. Gone was the emotionally exhausted boy who had finally snapped and tried to rape his best friend. Instead, the tears now fell from eyes that were lit with a joy that seemed to promise paradise, strength, and protection as well as a love so strong that Hermione, once again, felt her own tears fall.
With a jolt, she realized that her thighs were tightening again in preparation for another orgasm. Harry\'s movements to were speeding up as he rammed himself in and out of her with reckless abandon, all the while letting the tears of utter joy and fulfillment that he had finally discovered course down his cheeks.
Neither of them noticed the glow that was coming off their entwined bodies, so caught up in these new and amazing feelings were they.
\"Who ... Loves ... you,\" Harry rasped, puncturing each question with another thrust.
\"You,\" Hermione muled in mindless bliss, drawing her nails across the broad plains of Harry\'s back.
The light grew brighter.
\"Who ... Do ... You ... Love ... With ... All ... Your ... Heart?\"
\"You,\" she squeaked, her box tightening uncontrollably around the pounding prick inside her.
\"And...who...will...do...anything...to...show...you...the...depth...of...their...love...for...you?\"
Hermione screamed something that might have been \"you\" as her fingernails clawed possessively at Harry\'s back. However, her cry was drowned in a sudden burst of Phoenix Song that suddenly swept through the room. At the same instant, the glow that had been surrounding both individuals seemed to merge and weave itself in intricate patterns that wove the two in a cocoon of love and hope.
Again, neither of them noticed anything but the sudden burst of Phoenix Song. Hermione\'s orgasm crashed over her with the intensity of a river long held back by a dam that had been gathering its waters for a massive charge. Even as she howled out her release, she felt Harry expand inside her, and then felt several spurts as her hungry box drank down the load of cum that his balls had cooked up just for her.
Afterward, they lay together, limbs entwined, Harry running his hands through her hair and slowly getting his breathing back under control, Hermione drawing in great gasps of air and cooing periodically as Harry\'s still semi-hard member continued to flex inside her.
\"Hermione, you\'re so beautiful,\" Harry finally said, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder, awe, and simple honesty.
He had called her beautiful once before. Then, she had seen him only as a would-be rapist, someone who was going to use her body and then send her back to her true love tainted and spoiled. Now, however, with her finally accepting the truth of his words of love and, more amazing to her, returning the feelings completely, these words sounded like the most glorious bit of song she would ever hear.
She reached up, tangled her sweaty hands in his messy black hair, and brought his face down to hers, capturing his mouth in a kiss that spoke volumes more than any words.
When Hermione crushed her mouth to his in a searing kiss and hungrily began exploring every square centimeter of his mouth she could reach with her curious tongue, the feeling of joy and well-being that had filled Harry with her declaration of love for him returned. Nothing else in the world mattered but the feeling of Hermione beneath him, the sounds Hermione made as their tongues and lips met over and over, the taste of Hermione Granger, the knowledge that Hermione Granger had given her love to him and only him.
Gasping for much needed oxygen, she finally released him, and when she spoke, her voice was filled with amazement.
\"Harry, I could feel what you were just thinking. I can\'t explain how, but I just knew how you were thinking of me. It\'s like we have some sort of connection.\"
\"We certainly do have some connection, don\'t we,\" he said as innocently as he could manage, at the same time, giving an experimental thrust with his newly restored erection.
\"HARRY JAMES POTTER, THAT WAS TERRIBLE OF YOU,\" she shrieked in outrage, smacking him upside the head before giggling uncontrollably.
\"Oh, my head,\" he groaned in mock agony. Then, more seriously, \"Hermione, I don\'t know much about what kind of connection we have forged between us. But we have all day tomorrow and all the rest of our summer here, and if that\'s not enough time, all the rest of our lives to discover how this connection works. All I know is that I love you, and now that I know that you love me too, there is nothing in the world that will stop us from being together.
\"I feel bad for Ron (Hermione flinched only slightly at the sound of his name), but I think Ron was not really in love with you. I think he suspected we might get together all along, and he wanted to make sure that he got to you first, as he would see us getting together as another something that I got that he didn\'t.\"
At this point, he swooped down and caught her in a slow lingering kiss before she could do more than open her mouth to protest his statement. When she was once again purring beneath him, he rose up again, arms now beginning to shake a little, and continued.
\"Hermione, you are the first and last perfect thing in my life. If I died tomorrow, I would be happy knowing that I have your love, and that you love me as much as I love you. However, now that I have you to live for, Voldemort had better look out! I will stop at nothing to keep you safe, and if killing Voldemort is the only thing that will work, then that is what I\'ll do, prophecy or no prophecy.\"
\"Harry,\" was all she could answer. She mustered up every ounce of love she felt for him and tried to project that feeling to him, wondering if their new connection would work to show him exactly how much he meant to her.
Apparently, it worked. He twitched inside her again.
Again, Hermione cooed in delighted anticipation.
There was little foreplay this time. Harry\'s kisses went rapidly from her mouth to her neck, suckling and humming as he went, leaving little marks that would be noticed by everyone in the morning. Again, he spent a few moments on her breasts, once again reveling at their perfection. Why, he wondered briefly as he bit down lightly on her left nipple, did she have to wear school robes that hid that beautiful body? No, he decided as he switched to her other breast, he was perfectly happy that things were as they were.
Deciding that he could wait no longer, he began to thrust in and out. This was not a gentle session of lovemaking as the first round had been. There would be plenty of time for that later. No! This was going to be a round of pure animalistic fucking he decided.
And with that thought, he quickly pulled out of her, sighing in disappointment as he left her warm and wet sheath.
Hermione, too, moaned in unfulfilled need.
\"Hermione, Turn over and get on your hands and knees,\" Harry croaked in a voice he hardly recognized as his own. \"I\'ve heard that this way is quite an adventure.\"
Not knowing what to expect, Hermione did as he asked. Once on her hands and knees, she felt Harry move behind her. She giggled for a moment when she felt his nose brush up against her butt, but the giggle quickly turned in to a cross between a grunt and a moan as she felt his tongue part her overheated folds from behind.
He spent only a few moments tasting her delicious nectar, savoring each tasty bit of juice like a precious drop from the Fountain of Youth. Yet taken though he was with her wonderfully tasty box, he had another purpose as well. The thought had come to him that even if Voldemort was able to kill him, a task he had resolved he would do his best to prevent, he wanted to do his best to make sure and leave Hermione a part of him that she would be able to treasure forever, a symbol of the unending love that the two of them shared.
While his tongue was busy devouring her tasty delights, he silently summoned his wand from the pile of their discarded clothing, and as she began to moan and scream in a mini-orgasm, he withdrew his mouth long enough to replace it with his wand and mumble \"fertillis Maximus\".
With that done, he dropped his wand carelessly to the floor, seized her hips, and thrust his more-than-ready cock back inside her.
Hermione screamed again, muscles clenching around him as she rode the waves to an even more powerful orgasm. Listening to her wanton cries of lust, Harry knew he would not last long this time. He began to ram himself in and out, in and out, harder and faster, goaded on by her increasing noises of satisfaction. To him, there had never been a sweeter song played than the sound of her voice raised in the throws of her fuck lust, coupled with the sound of his balls as they slapped against her ass as he continued to drive in and out of Hermione as fast and hard as he could. The fact that the harder he fucked her the more she seemed to like it spurred him on to new efforts as he continued to hammer the girl with every ounce of strength he possessed.
It was the sound of her calling out his name as she crested on another orgasm that finally did it. He drove in to her slippery clenching channel to the hilt and exploded, sending shot after shot of his cum up in to Hermione Granger\'s belly. In fact, so caught up in his pleasure and the feeling of the woman he loved experiencing that pleasure right along with him that he forgot even to wonder if the Fertility Charm would do its work.
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Later, the two teenagers slept, Hermione lying mostly on top of Harry, his arms wrapped possessively around her. However, young love, no different for witches and wizards than for Muggles, would not be denied for long. And thus it was that a few hours later, Harry awoke to a strange, wonderful sensation centering around his groin. Looking down blearily (he couldn\'t remember what he had done with his glasses nor did he care), he was just in time to see Hermione\'s mouth closing over his length. A gasp of total ecstasy escaped from him, and Hermione looked up grinning.
\"Well, Harry, if I am to be Head Girl in seventh year, I should get practice, right,\" She said petulantly.
Harry laughed at the usually reserved Hermione Granger coming out with a remark like this. The laughter stopped though as she took him back in to her warm wet mouth.
Harry was willing to bet no one had ever before discovered the delights of a Hermione Granger blow job, but he felt quite sure that she had definitely read some books about technique. He found himself very glad of her avid reading habits at the moment.
Her tongue continued to dart around the head of his cock, as her mouth moved continuously up and down on him. Occasionally, she would even nibble on the sides of his shaft as she moved. Once, she even left his manhood for a moment (just long enough for him to miss her ministrations) before taking the two dangling balls in to her mouth for an exploratory taste. He nearly lost it then, but her mouth was gone so fast, he was able to maintain control.
In fact, her mouth did not return to its former task at all. Instead, he felt the mattress shift as she moved up the bed, stopping when she straddled him, the opening of her sex poised just over his stiff member.
\"Harry?\" she questioned in a voice so full of lust that his cock gave an involuntary twitch just thinking about it.
\"Yes?\"
He hardly recognized his own voice.
\"I Love you, Harry James Potter.\"
With those words, she rose up, seized his shaft, and with a cry of savage delight, impaled herself on him, sinking down until she had taken him in to the hilt.
And so began their third round. Hermione wasted no time in beginning to bounce up and down on him, her face a mask of concentration and wonder. Harry, too, found himself amazed by this new position. This was, he decided, his favorite. Watching Hermione\'s breasts sway back and forth as she repeatedly rammed her hungry box down on him was, without a doubt, the most erotic vision ever created. Also, if he looked down, he could see her box, stuffed full of his rampant prick at one moment, open and glistening ready to receive him again at the next. Also, the sight of her glorious brown hair being thrown about wildly as she pleasured them both added an extra bit of stiffness to his already sizable erection.
Without being aware of it, he began bucking up with his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. Nothing else mattered now but the love that was growing between the two and their need to display, each to the other, just how they felt. At some point during their wild ride, Hermione seized one of Harry\'s hands and brought it to her clit, rubbing his thumb against her button in a furious tiny circle. Hearing her screams of delight, he decided to add to her pleasure even as he again neared his peak. Sitting up a little straighter, he brought his mouth to her left breast and sucked the whole thing in to his mouth, chewing and biting, not caring if he left marks.
It was enough.
Hermione grabbed the back of his head and pulled, eliciting a grunt of both pain and pleasure from Harry as she yanked on his hair, until he released her tit and looked up to face her. The sight of her perched upon his rod, thrusting her tight pussy on to him over and over again and muttering \"cum, cum cum\" in a rising crescendo was enough.
He forced himself to keep eye contact with her as his balls contracted and he let loose, hosing Hermione\'s slick passage with a massive load of potential baby Potters. Over and over again he spurted, and still he forced himself to maintain eye contact. And thus it was that he saw her neck thrown back, saw her features contract in a mixture of both agony and ecstasy, and saw her eyes roll up to the whites as her pussy clamped down even tighter on his still erupting prick as she came. The sight of her in so much pleasure was so arousing that yet another jet of cum was forced from him. He heard a voice crying out in bliss that he vaguely recognized as belonging to him, then he slumped back on the bed, and neither of them knew anything else for quite some time.
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It was the sound of persistent knocking that woke him. However, it took him about thirty seconds and the realization that Mrs. Weasley was not sounding very happy to realize that at some point, the Silencing Charm must have worn off.
\"Harry? Hermione? Are you two in there,\" she demanded in her rather overloud voice. \"Breakfast is ready. Ron should be down soon. I know you two are probably busy studying, but you need to come eat bef---\"
\"Yes,\" Harry called back without thinking, only wanting the woman to go away and pester someone else. \"We\'re coming in a moment.\"
He felt Hermione giggle in to the hollow of his throat and couldn\'t repress a chuckle of his own at the double meaning those words had.
\"Oh,\" Mrs. Weasley called back, and Harry thought he detected the slightest note of either suspicion or anger in her voice. Great, he thought. One foul-tempered redhead will be bad enough.
After they heard her footsteps dwindling away, Hermione lifted her head up and gave Harry a lingering kiss.
\"Good morning, love,\" he said softly, running a hand lovingly through her beautiful hair. As if in agreement, his cock gave an agreeing twitch where, to his surprise, it was still encased in Hermione\'s depths.
\"No, not now, Harry,\" she said, but there was no reproach in her voice. \"We have to go to breakfast. We ... MMMMMPH.\"
When he moved his mouth away from her, he took hold of her hips and began moving her up and down on his rapidly reviving erection. She opened her mouth to protest again, but he stood up with her still impaled on him before she could do so. Recognizing the evil gleam for what it was as it appeared in his eyes, she had time to think \"I\'m in for it now\".
And she was.
He took her against the wall, her legs draped over his arms, his knees bent to allow him more force to drive up in to her. It was quick. It was good. It was a seemingly endless stream of kisses, Hermione\'s hands clawing at Harry\'s back as she neared her orgasm, and a series of muffled thumps as her back impacted against the wall. He planted kisses everywhere: her groaning mouth, her wildly swinging tits, her belly as he withdrew from her before slamming home inside her yet again. He even managed to turn around and capture a foot in his mouth. worshiping Hermione\'s foot as well as he could while still maintaining their fierce pace.
And there was one more thing which it was.
It was noisy.
And the Silencing Charm had worn off.
Hermione had just come down from her climax and her greedy box had just drunk another load of Harry\'s seed, when there was another pounding on the bedroom door.
\"What in Merlin\'s beard is going on in there,\" Mrs. Weasley bellowed. This time, she sounded pissed.
Luckily, Hermione knew a Banishing Charm and was able to get rid of the obvious signs of their activities. However, neither Harry Potter nor Hermione Granger knew a spell that could put off the impending confrontation coming up with a certain red-haired Matriarch, not to mention the serious problems that were going to emerge with said Matriarch\'s youngest son.
Stealing one last glance at each other, both of them encouraging the other, they gathered their clothes, took a deep breath, stopped long enough to share another loving kiss, then went to meet their fate.
The End (unless more is demanded)
BTW, I am a big fan of either slutty Hermione stories, or of Harry/Hermione noncon. If anyone can recommend good stories to me and tell me where to find them, I would be much obliged.
Cheers!
Sorry, Ickle Ronniekins
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He felt empty inside.
It was not the overwhelming guilt that had plagued him, and still sometimes did, when Sirius died. It was just as deep, just as numbing, but the cause was much different.
And this time, there was no blame to be laid at anyone\'s feet. It was just his lot in life to be denied any happiness.
The worst part of all was how sudden this new feeling of melancholy was forced upon him.
He stood in the doorway to the room he shared with Ron at Grimmauld Place staring at the couple whose lips were so passionately glued together on the bed, so much in to the kiss that they took note of nothing else around them. There moans of complete ecstasy were muffled as his hands ran through her long brown locks while her hands stroked the red hair of her partner, their tongues dueling each other for supremacy.
Finally, as they broke apart, Hermione whispered in a voice he recognized from one of Dudley\'s porn tapes as that of complete fuck lust, \"tonight, Ron, after everyone is asleep. In Buckbeak\'s room.\"
\"Why not now,\" Ron asked between gasps moving his hand to where Harry knew her left breast to be, although that sight was blocked by Ron\'s lanky frame.
\"Because,\" Hermione continued in that lovely lilting voice which always sent shivers up Harry\'s spine when it was lowered in a whisper, or, if he thought about it, at any time she used it. \"People might see us. We especially don\'t want Harry to know just now, not with all he\'s been through.\"
He stayed to hear no more. Instead, heart thumping wildly beneath his ribs, he retreated just as noiselessly just as he had come.
So Ron and Hermione were together. He had suspected that they might end up that way, but that didn\'t mean he had to like it. After all, didn\'t Ron always get the few things Harry truly wanted. Did he not have a large family with loving parents? Was he not made a prefect? Did he not have the several siblings with which to squabble and them make up again with? And now, it appeared, he was going to get the girl that, Harry realized suddenly, he himself wanted, wanted more than anything he could ever recall wanting in his whole life?
The bitter irony came with such shock and such an aftertaste of bitterness that he sat down rather abruptly in Sirius\'s old bedroom where his feet seemed to have carried him of their own accord. Hermione was everything to him. The knowledge this one delicate female possessed coupled with her unfailing loyalty to him and, he realized with a pain in his heart so deep he thought he would pass out from it, the beauty that she had become made him nearly sick with sorrow.
And jealousy.
For only the second time, Harry Potter was jealous of Ron Weasley. The first, of course, had been when Ron had been named a prefect over he, Harry, even though he, Harry, was clearly more qualified for the job. That bout of jealousy had flown out the window rapidly. Now, however, he wondered if he would ever be able to get past this.
And as he sat there with the beginnings of a desperate plan forming in his mind, he finally truly understood what power he possessed that Voldemort did not know or understand. He had the power to love. He, Harry Potter, was in love with Hermione Granger, his best friend and shining light of five years.
And as his realization of just how much he loved this sometimes bossy girl with her long brown hair and beautiful chocolate eyes continued to grow, the plan in his mind crystallized. By the time that Mrs. Weasley found him in the bedroom of his deceased godfather and gently told him it was time for dinner, his mind was made up. Smiling at Mrs. Weasley, who continued to prattle on like the annoying mother hen she could sometimes be, Harry followed her down the several flights of stairs to the kitchen in the basement of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, making only one quick stop along the way. For one of the few times that summer, he found himself grateful that the twins were there with their loud laughter and new and usually entertaining jokes. It was thanks to them turning their brother Bill in to a bullfrog and the scolding and loud demands for them to fix it at once by Mrs. Weasley that Harry got the opportunity he had been praying for.
Shortly afterward, Ron rather conspicuously in Harry\'s opinion, announced that he was tired and would turn in for the night, throwing a more-than-obvious wink to Hermione who ignored him, dreamy smile on her beautiful face.
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\"Hello, Hermione,\" Harry said smiling as she started in surprise jumping slightly and eyeing the door she had closed behind her after entering the room.
\"Harry, I thought Ron was going to meet me here,\" she said, blushing slightly as she refused to meet his eyes.
\"He was very tired after dinner tonight, so I told him I would wait for you here and tell you when you arrived,\" he replied, smiling more broadly at the frazzled-looking girl in front of him.
\"Oh.\" That seemed to be the only word she could say.
Finally, she let out a sigh and turned to the door.
\"Well, I guess I\'ll just go now, Harry. I am rather tired, you know. It has been a long day.\"
She through a rather forced-looking smile over her shoulder as she reached for the doorknob.
\"I put a dreamless sleep potion in Ron\'s pumpkin juice tonight.
Hermione whipped her head around and looked at Harry, for once in her life too stunned to speak. While she was still recovering from her shock, she didn\'t notice Harry remove his wand, flick it at the door, then mutter quietly under his breath.
Harry sighed in relief. This had been the tricky part, getting Hermione lone in the room with him. Now, it was easy. Harry was extremely grateful to Dumbledore that he had made them aware of the fact that underage magic could not be tracked while in the protected house. This had let Harry practice many new spells in preparing for the confrontation he knew awaited him and Voldemort. Tonight, however, it would serve a much better purpose.
Hermione had finally recovered from her shock, and this emotion was slowly giving way to puzzlement and anger.
\"Why, Harry? And how did you know Ron was meeting me here tonight?\"
She lifted her inquiring eyes to gaze in to his own, and what she saw there left her speechless. It was loneliness, pure and simple. And behind the loneliness there was a fire she had never seen in his eyes before, not even when he had yelled at her and Ron upon arrival at Grimmauld Place before their fifth year.
\"I saw you and he today in our room. You really should have kept the door shut if you didn\'t want me to know what was going on between the two of you,\" Harry said in a hard, flat voice that was totally unlike him.
\"Harry, you know we would have told you,\" Hermione said in a soothing voice after she had recovered from this shock as well. \"We just thought you had enough on your plate what with the death of Si ... With the death and all.\"
\"Do you know how I felt when I saw him kissing you, Hermione,\" he said in a voice that seemed to indicate he hadn\'t heard her at all. \"I felt like someone had taken a dagger and thrust it right through my chest. I thought I could trust you to tell me important stuff, especially after last year. I might could have dealt with it then, however, seeing Ron and you together made me realize something.\"
Perhaps it was the strange glow in his eyes. Perhaps it was the earnestness of his emotionless voice that caused it. Either way, Hermione found herself backing up as Harry spoke, feeling slight stirrings of fear as Harry advanced right along with her. Who was this, she wondered briefly, who had replaced the caring, humble friend that she had known for five years?
\"I was jealous of him, Hermione,\" he continued, continuing to pace forward as she retreated. \"Ron has everything I have ever wanted. He has loving parents. Several siblings. A warm safe place he can always go if the problems of the world get to be too much. He has never had to live with people who hate the very air that he breathes. And now, he has the girl.\"
Hermione felt her heart hammering painfully in her chest as she felt her back impact against the wall of the room completely opposite the door she had come in through.
\"The girl, I realized,\" Harry continued, moving forward until only a couple of inches separated them. \"Was everything to me.\"
Eyes wide with shock, Hermione brought her hands up to her ears to try and shut out what the voice was saying. This could not be happening. Ron was the one she loved. Sure, she supposed she loved Harry as a friend, but nothing more. Harry had never made her belly do cartwheels just by looking at her. It was not Harry she thought of as she got ready for each day, wondering what he would think of her wardrobe and hair do.
Yet here she was, back pressed tightly in to the wall with the green-eyed boy trapping her escape. She idly wondered why she had left her own wand in the room she shared with Ginny. But had she ever thought something like this could happen at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix? No, she decided, the idea had never crossed her mind.
She did not hear the Silencing Charm Harry cast to augment his already powerful Locking Charm. The next thing she knew, Harry had grasped her wrists and lowered her hands from her ears.
\"For five years, Hermione, you have always been there. It was your voice I heard when I would get a foolish idea in to my mind. I would always ask myself \"what would Hermione think of me\". Whenever I found myself face to face with Voldemort, it was your voice I would hear in my head reviewing what defensive measures I might take to try and survive the encounter. It was the sound of your beautiful laughter that I heard whenever I was so close to the edge that I thought about just jumping over, especially after Cedric and then Sirius. You are all that has kept me alive.
\"Hermione, if you don\'t feel the same way, I will live somehow. But before you say anything, let me ask you a question. Do you remember the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries?\"
Mutely, she nodded.
\"After Sirius fell through the Veil, and I had returned to Dumbledore\'s office, he told me what the prophecy said. He also admitted that he should have told me at the end of the first year when I asked him why Voldemort wanted me dead?\"
Hermione stared up at him, his disturbing behavior of only moments ago pushed to the back of her mind in the quest to obtain this new knowledge.
\"What did it say, Harry?\"
He shuddered at the way his name seemed to roll off her tongue, and he felt a definite tightening in the front of his pants. But that would come later.
\"Hermione, basically it says that a child would be born at the end of the seventh month to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort. Voldemort would then mark this child as his equal, but the child would have powers the Dark Lord knew not. And one of us has to die before the other can fully live.
\"Now, as it turns out, the child referred to could have been one of two people, either myself or Neville. However, Voldemort chose me to mark. Who knows what would have happened if Voldemort had had knowledge of the full prophecy. Maybe my parents would even still be alive,\" he finished bitterly.
He pressed on, giving her only a moment to digest this bit of information.
\"Hermione, do you know what the power I have that Voldemort does not could be?\"
\"No,\" she managed in a squeaky voice far from her normally self-assured tones.
\"Dumbledore told me that the power I have is the power of love. He said that although Voldemort knows of this power, it is one that he can not abide. It is this power, Dumbledore claims, that saved me from Voldemort in the Ministry that night.\"
He sighed.
\"Hermione, I did not believe him at first. I kept asking myself what could I possibly do even with love against someone so powerful as Voldemort? I had no real hope of defeating him, until I walked in to the room today and saw you and Ron together.
\"My heart almost failed me. For it was then that I finally realized what a fool I had been not to see what was right in front of me the whole time. It was as I looked at his hands running through your hair that I realized that love truly could be a weapon. I realized that all last year while I had been pursuing Cho, it was you I should have been after. It is you that makes me feel like I can conquer anything the world throws at me. It is the thought of you being with me that made me realize that with you by my side, Voldemort did not stand a chance.
\"Hermione, I realized that I was in love with you, so deeply in love with you that when you are happy, the sun shines in my heart. When you are said, I want to find out who or what has made you so sad and rip their hearts out and present them to you on a silver platter. Now I realize why I was so upset when you were injured by Dolohov.\"
At this point, Hermione belatedly realized that at some point during his monologue his arms had, consciously or otherwise, reached out to encircle her waist. Shivering, she tried to remove them from around her. Yet try as she might, she could not escape his embrace as he seemed to be holding her effortlessly. And then, he brought his mouth down to her ear and whispered ten words that made the whole situation startlingly real to her in a way that nothing else had.
\"If I had lost you, Hermione, I would have died.\"
He spoke no more then, as tears had suddenly begun to flow down the beautiful face in front of him.
\"H-H-Harry,\" she choked out through her sobs. \"That is probably the most beautiful yet terrible thing anyone has ever said to me. Beautiful as the sentiment is, and as much as I like you as a friend, my heart belongs to Ron.\"
With a great effort, she wrenched out of his embrace and turned to head for the door.
She got one step.
His hand shot out, closing around her wrist like a vice.
With little effort, he pulled her back to him, clasping his other arm back around her waist.
\"Hermione, I\'m sorry,\" he whispered huskily. \"I have to know what love feels like, even if it is just this once.\"
Hermione\'s eyes widened in horror at the implications, but before she could do more than open her mouth to scream, she was silenced by hot lips smothering her own. Harry Potter, her best friend and confidant since starting at Hogwarts, was kissing her.
It was forceful, yet not painful. It was demanding, yet not uncomfortable. What it was, however, was intoxicating. She both welcomed it and shrank from it.
The feel of his teeth nipping lightly at her bottom lip made her mouth open slightly in shock. This was all the invitation he needed. His tongue shot forward in to her mouth, and Harry moaned in complete and utter ecstasy. He thought that perhaps he may have found the one thing that was better than flying, kissing Hermione. She tasted of the strawberry pie Mrs. Weasley had cooked for dessert mixed with another flavor he could not quite identify. Yet he loved it all the same.
He continued exploring her mouth for several minutes, every whimper of protest or moan of enjoyment only arousing him further. Idly he wondered if he couldn\'t just stop time and stay this way forever with his tongue doing slow exploratory circles in the recesses of Hermione\'s mouth.
So in to this new feeling overwhelming his senses was he that he was caught completely by surprise when Hermione\'s elbow made solid contact with his ribs. Letting out a muffled gasp, he released her and staggered back a few steps.
Hermione did not waste the chance she had been given. She knew that Harry was most likely losing his mind at the absence of love in his life and the pain of all of his losses. However, as much as she felt sorry for him, she had to flee while she could. Her body belonged to Ron, not Harry. Surely he would come to his senses in the morning.
She made it to the door this time. It was not until she began wrenching at the knob to open it that she realized the horrible truth. Harry had suspected she might try something like this and had taken precautions to ensure she could not leave. She was still yanking at the door in a feudal attempt to open it when strong arms closed around her from behind and she was forced round to face him.
She did not see the anger and rage she was expecting. Instead, to her amazement, tears spilled from the emerald orbs of the not-quite man in front of her.
\"Why Hermione?\"
Those too simple words made her realize the simple awful truth. The tears were made from many emotions: guilt, self-loathing, anger, desire, and, if she was honest with herself, which was something she prided herself for, a deep love hampered only by the knowledge that he was fighting a battle for a girl who would not return his feelings. The expression on his face nearly broke her.
And then, the anger came.
\"So, after all that we have been through together, you are just like the rest,\" Harry whispered in a voice full of such venom that Hermione wondered crazily if maybe Snape hadn\'t taken Polyjuice Potion to become Harry.
\"Harry, it\'s not like that at all,\" she whimpered, half ashamed to hear such a desperate pleading in her voice. \"You need to understand---\"
\"I understand plenty, Mudblood!\"
Hermione gasped in shocked horror, unaware of the tears beginning to flow down her beautiful face again.
\"I always knew Ron only hung out with me because of my so-called fame and glory. I always knew he was a jealous git! But I never suspected until now that you were the same way.\"
Hermione opened her mouth to stop her friend\'s hysterical tirade, but Harry\'s voice overrode any attempts at speech which she made.
\"Well, fortunately for me I now know the truth before I can be hurt anymore. How unfortunate that I made the terrible mistake of falling in love with you.\"
His voice dropped to a deadly whispered once more.
\"Did you know, Hermione, if you had returned my feelings even in the slightest, my life might have been worthwhile! In fact, if you loved me at all and I was presented with either sacrificing you or the rest of the entire world, I am afraid that the world would be a rather empty place. Oh well, I am used to disappointment by now. However, as I told you earlier. I am bound and determined to know at least once what it is like to truly love someone. EVANESCO!\"
Hermione screamed as her Muggle jeans and jumper vanished along with her small dainty sandals, leaving her clad in only a blood-red bra and matching knickers. With renewed vigor, she struggled to free herself from the madman who had only an hour before been her closest friend. He subdued her efforts easily, using only one hand to do so. However, her efforts stopped as suddenly as they had begun by what Harry did next. He gestured with the hand not holding her, and there was suddenly a four-poster bed where before there had been only carpeted flooring. If she hadn\'t been so panicked over what he was going to do to her and so amazed by his performing the feat without the aid of his wand, she might have been interested to note the green and silver of the canopy that surrounded the bed.
\"Only the best for the most beautiful girl in the world,\" Harry husked in to her ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth and gently biting down on it.
In spite of her terror and longing to escape, she was horrified to hear a slight moan emit from her mouth.
Harry\'s green eyes glittered triumphantly.
She never knew just how she came to be lying face up on the bed. The only thing she did know was that Harry had performed some more of his astounding wandless magic and suddenly she was spread-eagled on the bed with magically conjured chains binding her arms to the headboard while steel cuffs appeared dangling down from the ceiling. Harry\'s hands parted her unresisting legs, and in a trice, her ankles were firmly secured in the cuffs.
Now, she knew for sure what was going to happen. He was going to do it. Harry Potter, the man she had thought defined nobility, was going to rape her.
\"So beautiful,\" he said in a voice so filled with wonder and awe that she was both deeply flattered and completely repulsed.
He leaned down over her again and pressed his lips to hers. She whimpered softly in to his mouth and fought valiantly to free herself from her restraints. This was not happening. It couldn\'t be. Was Hermione Granger going to be raped by someone whose friendship she had cherished so much for five years? It appeared the answer was a definite yes. Unless they were discovered. In which case, what would happen? Would Dumbledore even take any action against his golden boy? Could he afford to if what the prophecy said was true? No, Hermione Granger was not going to be rescued.
The feel of his lips on her collar bone brought her back to the present. Harry was sucking gently at her collar bone, making quick little bites and then using his tongue to lathe the area gently.
It took Hermione a moment to realize that the moaning sound she was hearing was coming from herself. How could this be turning her on? After all, it was not Ron Weasley doing these things to her. Ron was not forcing her to submit as her bra was seized in two Quidditch-roughened hands and ripped off. Ron was not the one who ...
She had never before felt anything like it. Harry\'s tongue had moved to her right breast, and he was gently tracing the slope of said breast and laying delicate kisses around and around the sides, each trip making its way closer and closer to her nipple.
She moaned louder. Was rape supposed to feel this good?
All further thoughts were lost as Harry\'s hot mouth took the entire breast inside. He began a gentle sucking motion, biting lightly, then letting the tit meat slide out between his lips. When he had only the nipple in his mouth, he pursed his lips and sucked lightly. The nipple sprung, if possible, even more erect as he drew it outward with his tongue and then released it, allowing it to spring back to its normal position. He repeated this several times, each attack leaving the erect nipple standing more proudly than the last as her body unwillingly responded to the stimulus it was receiving.
Then it was time for the left tit. Her right was not abandoned. As Harry\'s mouth worked her left breast, his hands lightly massaged and tweaked her right.
Hermione was horrified to find her knickers becoming damp as his ministrations continued.
And then, they stopped.
Hermione let out a sigh, partially of frustration and partially of relief. The sigh rapidly turned in to a surprised \"oooh\" as she felt a kiss being applied to the sole of her left foot.
Harry, for his part, was truly amazed at the beauty lying bound on the bed before him. In part of his mind, the part that was still capable of logic, he knew what he was doing was horribly wrong. The other part of him, the part that had awoken at the sight of Hermione and Ron locked in a game of Tonsil Quidditch, was beyond logic. All this part of him new was that Hermione was beautiful. Hermione was desirable, and he, Harry, loved Hermione Granger with a fervor that he had never known before, not even when attempting to save Sirius from the Department of Mysteries. Her breasts had been perfect, and he would have been content to worship them forever, but his own needs were making themselves known. He did not think he had ever been so hard in his entire life, not even while servicing himself with the thoughts of Cho doing things to him.
Rather reluctantly, he released her tits and moved to the foot of the bed, staring at the pair of feet that were encased in the steel shackles in front of him.
He had never thought feet could be such a turn on. Then again, he had never seen Hermione Granger\'s feet. They were small and beautifully arched with just a hint of nail polish on the toes which seemed to give them a radiant glow. Mouth watering and unable to resist, he bent down and placed a firm kiss on the beautiful arch of the left foot. As his mouth made contact and the girl groaned helplessly, he felt whatever control he still had deserting him rapidly. He continued his assault on the perfect pair of feet in front of him: now attacking the arch, now the heel, now taking each toe in to his mouth and sucking lovingly on them. While his mouth was so occupied, he reached down with his hands and blindly began fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
Finally, he had his pants shoved down as far as he could without leaning over, and reluctantly releasing her foot from his mouth, stopping only to place one last kiss on her Achilles.
For Hermione Granger, the torture was exquisite. She had never before thought of her feet as anything more than a tool which supported her when she walked. Now, however, she realized just what sensitive parts her feet were. Harry\'s kissing and sucking of her feet and toes were driving her mad. For the first time that night, or in many nights as she lay awake in bed pleasuring herself with the thoughts of the naughty things that she could do with Ron Weasley, Ron completely left her mind.
Now, Harry\'s mouth was moving farther up her legs, away from her still tingling feet. He traced hot paths of fire with his mouth along her ankles, stopping to sample her delectable skin as he went with both lips and tongue.
About the time that Harry\'s attack on the feet of the bound and helpless Hermione began, her resistance and determination not to let Harry know how much her body was enjoying this vanished. Her moans had been nearly continuous as she forced herself to relax under his talented mouth.
The light fuzz on Harry\'s cheek as it brushed her knee to be followed seconds later by his tongue made her involuntarily surge forward attempting to sit up in her bonds. However, the chains were rumored to be as strong as the wizard conjuring them, and a very strong wizard had conjured these chains.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, she felt his mouth halt in front of the patch of damp cloth at the junction of her thighs.
There, he stopped momentarily.
\"I\'ve never done this before,\" he told her in the humble tones that she had come to know over the period of their friendship.
\"Then you can stop now,\" she said in a surprisingly calm voice after what his mouth had been doing to her.
\"No, Hermione. I am going to make you mine, even if it is only for tonight. Too long have I been denied the feeling of being loved. And even if you don\'t return my feelings, I will at least be able to pretend.\"
He had grabbed the sides of her knickers and yanked, sending them flying before she had even seen his hands move. However, the scream that had been about to erupt from her turned in to a tortured moan as she felt his tongue lapping up the wetness in her crotch.
\"Ambrosia,\" Harry thought foggily.
\"Oh my God, I don\'t think I\'ll be able to resist him,\" she whimpered internally.
With gentle fingers, Harry found her opening and slowly pressed a finger inside her. Hermione jerked spasmodically, soaking the probing digit with more of her juices. Meanwhile, his tongue had begun slow lazy caresses of her inner thighs and bubbling center. The banshee-like shriek that erupted from her when his tongue accidentally ran over her clit would have been loud enough to wake the dead, and Harry was glad that he had remembered to put the strongest Silencing Charm he had been able to find on the room.
Hearing how she had reacted, he again allowed his tongue to brush over her button eliciting a tortured moan from the beauty strapped down before him. As he allowed his lips to close around the nub, he thought that the wild reaction of her bucking hips must be what it was like to try and stay on a raging hippogriff. Yet, he loved it. He loved hearing her moans and pleadings to stop mixed in with tortured whispered for him to keep doing this forever.
It took about two minutes longer and another finger pumping madly inside her slick folds before she shrieked, arched off the bed as much as she could, contracted the muscles of her thighs, and let loose with a howl of such mixed shame and ecstasy that he knew he could wait no longer to be inside her. He quickly bent down and ripped the rest of his own clothes off.
Through her delirium, Hermione felt a pair of hot lips settle over her own and a tongue once more invade her mouth. She did not realize she was tasting herself on Harry\'s thick tongue, nor was she aware that her own tongue was dueling madly in a battle of possession with the teenager above her.
Only when she felt something probing at her entrance did she snap back to herself with a horrified gasp of denial at what was going to happen next. She would have started begging with Harry to not take this last piece of her innocence from her, leave Ron at least that one bit of satisfaction, but Harry\'s tongue plundering her mouth made it impossible to speak. Then, as she final came to the conclusion that there was no help to be had, no pleading that could change the course of events that had been set in motion, she felt the hard hollow tube of flesh probing at her entrance.
Before she could do anything that even resembled resistance, Harry\'s cock found its target and lodged itself triumphantly in the entrance of the virginal channel of Hermione Granger.
With a primal cry of longing and long-suppressed emotion, Harry\'s hips surged forward. There was a brief tearing sensation, Hermione cried out in shock and slight pain, and then he was there. His balls were resting against Hermione\'s ass, and his shaft was encased in the warmest, wettest and most pleasurable sensation he had ever known.
He looked down at the girl whimpering in obvious pain below him, and the tears of guilt and humiliation that were flowing down her cheeks nearly made him repent. However, his own feelings toward the girl were too strong to ignore. With a grunt of pure bliss, Harry withdrew slightly then pushed in firmly once again.
The cry of pain was slightly less noticeable this time, and Harry found himself comforted by this knowledge. Despite what he had done to her, he never wanted to be the one to make Hermione cry. He loved her too much. Without her, he realized, his life was worthless.
Harry began withdrawing and thrusting in a regular firm pattern, occasionally moving his hips from side to side in an attempt to bring the weeping girl what pleasure he could. The feeling of Hermione\'s tight clinging walls surrounding him as he continued thrusting made what little control he still possessed desert him quickly. However, there was one thing he was resolved to tell her before he came, one thing he had to make sure she understood before this event could end.
\"Hermione,\" he rasped out as his cock continued to rear and plunge below.
Her eyes focused blearily on him, and when they opened, Harry almost cried out in despair at the blank look in them.
The look did not last long, however. In a desperate try to make Hermione enjoy this act of lovemaking, Harry had reached down between them and, after finding her clit, began to gently squeeze and rub it. Hermione\'s whole demeanor changed. The feel of his fingers on her button of love had started her body once more reacting to the sensation of being filled repeatedly by the hard cock that was slicing through her depths. Indeed, she was not even aware of awkwardly trying to match Harry thrust for thrust until she heard his tortured moan.
\"Hermione,\" he choked out in a desperate whisper. \"Please.\"
For the first time since he had bound her to the bed, she allowed her eyes to meet his. She was astounded to see tears flowing in rivulets down his young-old cheeks.
\"I\'m sorry, Hermione,\" he sobbed out as if his heart was breaking. \"I love you so much and could think of no other way to let you know how much you mean to me, how my world is nothing without you in it.\"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, still unconsciously doing her best to meet the desperate stabs of Harry\'s cock as it sawed back and forth, in and out, of her tight fuck channel. However, the salty moisture on her lips prevented that. Dimly, and with no small thrill of shame, she realized she was tasting Harry\'s tears.
\"Please,\" he said, his heart and voice nothing but agony even as he neared completion inside her.
She made her mistake.
She looked deeply and completely in to his eyes, and the raw need for love, the longing to love and protect that Hermione instinctively knew was only for her, and the knowledge that in a few more moments, he would probably be shunned by his friends for the mere crime of loving her, that caused something to snap.
How the chains were banished neither of them would ever know. The only thing Hermione did know was that one moment, she lay under Harry bucking up to receive his member as much as she could, and the next moment, her arms and legs were wrapping themselves around Harry\'s neck and buttocks respectively.
\"Yes,\" she breathed out. \"Yes, Harry, I do love you. Can you ever forgive me?\"
The tears continued to fall from his rugged cheeks as he continued to fill her pussy with the obvious evidence of the love he felt for her. However, gone was the deadened hollow look that had been in his eyes since the death of his godfather. Gone was the emotionally exhausted boy who had finally snapped and tried to rape his best friend. Instead, the tears now fell from eyes that were lit with a joy that seemed to promise paradise, strength, and protection as well as a love so strong that Hermione, once again, felt her own tears fall.
With a jolt, she realized that her thighs were tightening again in preparation for another orgasm. Harry\'s movements to were speeding up as he rammed himself in and out of her with reckless abandon, all the while letting the tears of utter joy and fulfillment that he had finally discovered course down his cheeks.
Neither of them noticed the glow that was coming off their entwined bodies, so caught up in these new and amazing feelings were they.
\"Who ... Loves ... you,\" Harry rasped, puncturing each question with another thrust.
\"You,\" Hermione muled in mindless bliss, drawing her nails across the broad plains of Harry\'s back.
The light grew brighter.
\"Who ... Do ... You ... Love ... With ... All ... Your ... Heart?\"
\"You,\" she squeaked, her box tightening uncontrollably around the pounding prick inside her.
\"And...who...will...do...anything...to...show...you...the...depth...of...their...love...for...you?\"
Hermione screamed something that might have been \"you\" as her fingernails clawed possessively at Harry\'s back. However, her cry was drowned in a sudden burst of Phoenix Song that suddenly swept through the room. At the same instant, the glow that had been surrounding both individuals seemed to merge and weave itself in intricate patterns that wove the two in a cocoon of love and hope.
Again, neither of them noticed anything but the sudden burst of Phoenix Song. Hermione\'s orgasm crashed over her with the intensity of a river long held back by a dam that had been gathering its waters for a massive charge. Even as she howled out her release, she felt Harry expand inside her, and then felt several spurts as her hungry box drank down the load of cum that his balls had cooked up just for her.
Afterward, they lay together, limbs entwined, Harry running his hands through her hair and slowly getting his breathing back under control, Hermione drawing in great gasps of air and cooing periodically as Harry\'s still semi-hard member continued to flex inside her.
\"Hermione, you\'re so beautiful,\" Harry finally said, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder, awe, and simple honesty.
He had called her beautiful once before. Then, she had seen him only as a would-be rapist, someone who was going to use her body and then send her back to her true love tainted and spoiled. Now, however, with her finally accepting the truth of his words of love and, more amazing to her, returning the feelings completely, these words sounded like the most glorious bit of song she would ever hear.
She reached up, tangled her sweaty hands in his messy black hair, and brought his face down to hers, capturing his mouth in a kiss that spoke volumes more than any words.
When Hermione crushed her mouth to his in a searing kiss and hungrily began exploring every square centimeter of his mouth she could reach with her curious tongue, the feeling of joy and well-being that had filled Harry with her declaration of love for him returned. Nothing else in the world mattered but the feeling of Hermione beneath him, the sounds Hermione made as their tongues and lips met over and over, the taste of Hermione Granger, the knowledge that Hermione Granger had given her love to him and only him.
Gasping for much needed oxygen, she finally released him, and when she spoke, her voice was filled with amazement.
\"Harry, I could feel what you were just thinking. I can\'t explain how, but I just knew how you were thinking of me. It\'s like we have some sort of connection.\"
\"We certainly do have some connection, don\'t we,\" he said as innocently as he could manage, at the same time, giving an experimental thrust with his newly restored erection.
\"HARRY JAMES POTTER, THAT WAS TERRIBLE OF YOU,\" she shrieked in outrage, smacking him upside the head before giggling uncontrollably.
\"Oh, my head,\" he groaned in mock agony. Then, more seriously, \"Hermione, I don\'t know much about what kind of connection we have forged between us. But we have all day tomorrow and all the rest of our summer here, and if that\'s not enough time, all the rest of our lives to discover how this connection works. All I know is that I love you, and now that I know that you love me too, there is nothing in the world that will stop us from being together.
\"I feel bad for Ron (Hermione flinched only slightly at the sound of his name), but I think Ron was not really in love with you. I think he suspected we might get together all along, and he wanted to make sure that he got to you first, as he would see us getting together as another something that I got that he didn\'t.\"
At this point, he swooped down and caught her in a slow lingering kiss before she could do more than open her mouth to protest his statement. When she was once again purring beneath him, he rose up again, arms now beginning to shake a little, and continued.
\"Hermione, you are the first and last perfect thing in my life. If I died tomorrow, I would be happy knowing that I have your love, and that you love me as much as I love you. However, now that I have you to live for, Voldemort had better look out! I will stop at nothing to keep you safe, and if killing Voldemort is the only thing that will work, then that is what I\'ll do, prophecy or no prophecy.\"
\"Harry,\" was all she could answer. She mustered up every ounce of love she felt for him and tried to project that feeling to him, wondering if their new connection would work to show him exactly how much he meant to her.
Apparently, it worked. He twitched inside her again.
Again, Hermione cooed in delighted anticipation.
There was little foreplay this time. Harry\'s kisses went rapidly from her mouth to her neck, suckling and humming as he went, leaving little marks that would be noticed by everyone in the morning. Again, he spent a few moments on her breasts, once again reveling at their perfection. Why, he wondered briefly as he bit down lightly on her left nipple, did she have to wear school robes that hid that beautiful body? No, he decided as he switched to her other breast, he was perfectly happy that things were as they were.
Deciding that he could wait no longer, he began to thrust in and out. This was not a gentle session of lovemaking as the first round had been. There would be plenty of time for that later. No! This was going to be a round of pure animalistic fucking he decided.
And with that thought, he quickly pulled out of her, sighing in disappointment as he left her warm and wet sheath.
Hermione, too, moaned in unfulfilled need.
\"Hermione, Turn over and get on your hands and knees,\" Harry croaked in a voice he hardly recognized as his own. \"I\'ve heard that this way is quite an adventure.\"
Not knowing what to expect, Hermione did as he asked. Once on her hands and knees, she felt Harry move behind her. She giggled for a moment when she felt his nose brush up against her butt, but the giggle quickly turned in to a cross between a grunt and a moan as she felt his tongue part her overheated folds from behind.
He spent only a few moments tasting her delicious nectar, savoring each tasty bit of juice like a precious drop from the Fountain of Youth. Yet taken though he was with her wonderfully tasty box, he had another purpose as well. The thought had come to him that even if Voldemort was able to kill him, a task he had resolved he would do his best to prevent, he wanted to do his best to make sure and leave Hermione a part of him that she would be able to treasure forever, a symbol of the unending love that the two of them shared.
While his tongue was busy devouring her tasty delights, he silently summoned his wand from the pile of their discarded clothing, and as she began to moan and scream in a mini-orgasm, he withdrew his mouth long enough to replace it with his wand and mumble \"fertillis Maximus\".
With that done, he dropped his wand carelessly to the floor, seized her hips, and thrust his more-than-ready cock back inside her.
Hermione screamed again, muscles clenching around him as she rode the waves to an even more powerful orgasm. Listening to her wanton cries of lust, Harry knew he would not last long this time. He began to ram himself in and out, in and out, harder and faster, goaded on by her increasing noises of satisfaction. To him, there had never been a sweeter song played than the sound of her voice raised in the throws of her fuck lust, coupled with the sound of his balls as they slapped against her ass as he continued to drive in and out of Hermione as fast and hard as he could. The fact that the harder he fucked her the more she seemed to like it spurred him on to new efforts as he continued to hammer the girl with every ounce of strength he possessed.
It was the sound of her calling out his name as she crested on another orgasm that finally did it. He drove in to her slippery clenching channel to the hilt and exploded, sending shot after shot of his cum up in to Hermione Granger\'s belly. In fact, so caught up in his pleasure and the feeling of the woman he loved experiencing that pleasure right along with him that he forgot even to wonder if the Fertility Charm would do its work.
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Later, the two teenagers slept, Hermione lying mostly on top of Harry, his arms wrapped possessively around her. However, young love, no different for witches and wizards than for Muggles, would not be denied for long. And thus it was that a few hours later, Harry awoke to a strange, wonderful sensation centering around his groin. Looking down blearily (he couldn\'t remember what he had done with his glasses nor did he care), he was just in time to see Hermione\'s mouth closing over his length. A gasp of total ecstasy escaped from him, and Hermione looked up grinning.
\"Well, Harry, if I am to be Head Girl in seventh year, I should get practice, right,\" She said petulantly.
Harry laughed at the usually reserved Hermione Granger coming out with a remark like this. The laughter stopped though as she took him back in to her warm wet mouth.
Harry was willing to bet no one had ever before discovered the delights of a Hermione Granger blow job, but he felt quite sure that she had definitely read some books about technique. He found himself very glad of her avid reading habits at the moment.
Her tongue continued to dart around the head of his cock, as her mouth moved continuously up and down on him. Occasionally, she would even nibble on the sides of his shaft as she moved. Once, she even left his manhood for a moment (just long enough for him to miss her ministrations) before taking the two dangling balls in to her mouth for an exploratory taste. He nearly lost it then, but her mouth was gone so fast, he was able to maintain control.
In fact, her mouth did not return to its former task at all. Instead, he felt the mattress shift as she moved up the bed, stopping when she straddled him, the opening of her sex poised just over his stiff member.
\"Harry?\" she questioned in a voice so full of lust that his cock gave an involuntary twitch just thinking about it.
\"Yes?\"
He hardly recognized his own voice.
\"I Love you, Harry James Potter.\"
With those words, she rose up, seized his shaft, and with a cry of savage delight, impaled herself on him, sinking down until she had taken him in to the hilt.
And so began their third round. Hermione wasted no time in beginning to bounce up and down on him, her face a mask of concentration and wonder. Harry, too, found himself amazed by this new position. This was, he decided, his favorite. Watching Hermione\'s breasts sway back and forth as she repeatedly rammed her hungry box down on him was, without a doubt, the most erotic vision ever created. Also, if he looked down, he could see her box, stuffed full of his rampant prick at one moment, open and glistening ready to receive him again at the next. Also, the sight of her glorious brown hair being thrown about wildly as she pleasured them both added an extra bit of stiffness to his already sizable erection.
Without being aware of it, he began bucking up with his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. Nothing else mattered now but the love that was growing between the two and their need to display, each to the other, just how they felt. At some point during their wild ride, Hermione seized one of Harry\'s hands and brought it to her clit, rubbing his thumb against her button in a furious tiny circle. Hearing her screams of delight, he decided to add to her pleasure even as he again neared his peak. Sitting up a little straighter, he brought his mouth to her left breast and sucked the whole thing in to his mouth, chewing and biting, not caring if he left marks.
It was enough.
Hermione grabbed the back of his head and pulled, eliciting a grunt of both pain and pleasure from Harry as she yanked on his hair, until he released her tit and looked up to face her. The sight of her perched upon his rod, thrusting her tight pussy on to him over and over again and muttering \"cum, cum cum\" in a rising crescendo was enough.
He forced himself to keep eye contact with her as his balls contracted and he let loose, hosing Hermione\'s slick passage with a massive load of potential baby Potters. Over and over again he spurted, and still he forced himself to maintain eye contact. And thus it was that he saw her neck thrown back, saw her features contract in a mixture of both agony and ecstasy, and saw her eyes roll up to the whites as her pussy clamped down even tighter on his still erupting prick as she came. The sight of her in so much pleasure was so arousing that yet another jet of cum was forced from him. He heard a voice crying out in bliss that he vaguely recognized as belonging to him, then he slumped back on the bed, and neither of them knew anything else for quite some time.
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It was the sound of persistent knocking that woke him. However, it took him about thirty seconds and the realization that Mrs. Weasley was not sounding very happy to realize that at some point, the Silencing Charm must have worn off.
\"Harry? Hermione? Are you two in there,\" she demanded in her rather overloud voice. \"Breakfast is ready. Ron should be down soon. I know you two are probably busy studying, but you need to come eat bef---\"
\"Yes,\" Harry called back without thinking, only wanting the woman to go away and pester someone else. \"We\'re coming in a moment.\"
He felt Hermione giggle in to the hollow of his throat and couldn\'t repress a chuckle of his own at the double meaning those words had.
\"Oh,\" Mrs. Weasley called back, and Harry thought he detected the slightest note of either suspicion or anger in her voice. Great, he thought. One foul-tempered redhead will be bad enough.
After they heard her footsteps dwindling away, Hermione lifted her head up and gave Harry a lingering kiss.
\"Good morning, love,\" he said softly, running a hand lovingly through her beautiful hair. As if in agreement, his cock gave an agreeing twitch where, to his surprise, it was still encased in Hermione\'s depths.
\"No, not now, Harry,\" she said, but there was no reproach in her voice. \"We have to go to breakfast. We ... MMMMMPH.\"
When he moved his mouth away from her, he took hold of her hips and began moving her up and down on his rapidly reviving erection. She opened her mouth to protest again, but he stood up with her still impaled on him before she could do so. Recognizing the evil gleam for what it was as it appeared in his eyes, she had time to think \"I\'m in for it now\".
And she was.
He took her against the wall, her legs draped over his arms, his knees bent to allow him more force to drive up in to her. It was quick. It was good. It was a seemingly endless stream of kisses, Hermione\'s hands clawing at Harry\'s back as she neared her orgasm, and a series of muffled thumps as her back impacted against the wall. He planted kisses everywhere: her groaning mouth, her wildly swinging tits, her belly as he withdrew from her before slamming home inside her yet again. He even managed to turn around and capture a foot in his mouth. worshiping Hermione\'s foot as well as he could while still maintaining their fierce pace.
And there was one more thing which it was.
It was noisy.
And the Silencing Charm had worn off.
Hermione had just come down from her climax and her greedy box had just drunk another load of Harry\'s seed, when there was another pounding on the bedroom door.
\"What in Merlin\'s beard is going on in there,\" Mrs. Weasley bellowed. This time, she sounded pissed.
Luckily, Hermione knew a Banishing Charm and was able to get rid of the obvious signs of their activities. However, neither Harry Potter nor Hermione Granger knew a spell that could put off the impending confrontation coming up with a certain red-haired Matriarch, not to mention the serious problems that were going to emerge with said Matriarch\'s youngest son.
Stealing one last glance at each other, both of them encouraging the other, they gathered their clothes, took a deep breath, stopped long enough to share another loving kiss, then went to meet their fate.
The End (unless more is demanded)