Most Unlikely

Disclaimer: *Attention* I in NO way take any credit for the characters used in this story or the places that it takes place. Full credit to J.K Rowling!

[Ok, this is my first fan fiction ever, so please bare with me and give me some feed back. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. This story does have a plot and it not just a wild sex story.]

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Cought In The Act


Harry couldn\'t wait. His time was finally coming when he once again got to go back to Hogwarts and leave horrible #4 Pivet Drive behind. A lot of things happened in the past year at Hogwarts and he was finally going to start his last and final year, which he decided he would finish, although his thoughts differed before the summer started, so he could recieve credit for graduation. He knew he would miss Hogwarts it terribly but he also knew he couldn\'t wait to move into #12 Grimmuld Place with Ron and Hermione who he had been looking forward to seeing all summer. Unfortunately Headmistress McGonagall didn’t think it was a good idea for Harry to go to the Burrow through the summer, so he was stuck at the Dursley’s all summer.

Harry was now 17 and his life was changing. Maturing at such a fast pace he soon started feeling the need and desire for a partner. He was so close with Cho in his fifth year but he threw it down the drain. However, new emotions were rising too, he wanted sex, and for some reason, his hands just weren’t fulfilling the craving that he was so badly having.

***

Harry awoke the next morning. First of September ready to load his trunk in the car and say goodbye to the Dursley’s forever. Before he could ponder on this thought to long a loud bang rang on his bedroom door, sending the dust that had layered during Harry’s summer through the air, and a voice he would not miss at all filled the air, loud and sluggish. “

“BOY! GET THE HELL UP AND LETS MOVE! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE A MINUTE LONGER THAN YOU HAVE TO BE!”

Harry rolled over on his bed and muttered “Fuck you” under his breath, gasping as he rolled onto his throbbing morning erection. Figuring the best way to deal with the situation and nerves of returning to school was to just get up and say good riddance to this house forever. Harry climbed from his bed and smiled at Hedwig who was chirping happily in her cage, atop his wardrobe.

Pulling his wand from under his pillow, now being 17 and allowed to use magic outside of school, he bewitched his school item into his opened trunk and slammed it with a loud thud.

“Hurry the hell up boy! Your breakfast is getting cold!” Vernon shouted from the other side of the door.

Harry moved across the room and slipped his glasses onto his nose and slowly came into focus in the mirror. He had filled in a lot over the summer. He didn’t look like the scrawny orphan boy he always had been. Smiling he pulled the bottom of his shirt up casually and look at his nicely formed abs, and his flat chest. Not to mention taking a quick peek down the front of his trousers to see his now half limp member, this had also filled out over the summer.

“DON’T MAKE ME TELL YOU AGAIN YOU UNGRATEFUL MAGGOT!” Came the booming voice from outside his door. “You ruddy bastard, you’ll be late for school once again!”

“Go on with you!” Harry yelled back through the door. “I’m of age now, you can’t tell me what the hell to do!” Quickly slipping on his shoes and opening the door to a red faced, bushy mustached plump little man. Glancing sideways at him Harry strode off down the stairs, trunk hovering behind him, knocking Vernon into the wall.

“Damn foul breed of people.” Harry could hear as he made his way into the kitchen.

***

Harry ate his breakfast as fast as he could and loaded his trunk and Hedwig into the car, before climbing in with Dudly, who for some reason thought he needed to tag along for the trip to Kings Cross.

As they drove through the busy streets of Little Whining, Harry sat motionless and did nothing but stare out the window at the busy streets and think about how he would hex the Dursley’s on their last goodbye.

The drive went fairly quick, it consisted of Dudly complaining because he didn’t have any room… (His diet attempts failed and gained twice as much weight) and Petunia screeching at Vernon to drive more careful… He was obviously as anxious as Harry to be gone.

When the car finally pulled up into Kings Cross the whole family piled out to the curb, and surprisingly Dudly helped Harry with his trunk. The whole family must have been excited about him leaving. When the moved into the train station Harry saw some familiar faces of his wizard friends. Dean, Seamus, Neville. He couldn’t help but notice the loathsome Slytherin, Malfoy who was so scathingly pushing first years out of his way so that he would have a clear entrance onto the train.

“Ass hole” Harry muttered under his breath.

Taken aback by the most welcoming sight of all… Ron and Hermione waving at him from a cubicle inside the train. Harry turned and said goodbye to the Dursley’s for the last time and headed to the narrow entrance of the train. Looking back at the Dursley’s, whom Petunia actually looked to be crying, Harry ran right into someone, he recognized the voice quite clearly.

“Potter! Watch the bloody hell were your going! I thought those glasses were thick enough, or do you want me to add a few layers!?” Malfoy sneered, followed by the usual grunts of Crabbe and Goyle.

“Get out of my way Malfoy! Don’t you have some tormenting to do…? I saw a whole whack of first year out there.” With this Harry pushed Malfoy out of the way, which Draco was not expecting such strength from Potter and moved along the corridor to find Ron and Hermione.

As Harry trotted away he could feel Draco’s eyes sizing him up, most likely saying something like. “Fucking asshole” or “Filthy mud blood lover”. To Harry’s surprise this actually made him chuckle to himself. Reaching the cubicle Ron and Hermione was in Harry flung open the door and was nearly knocked back by a barrage of hugs from Ron and kisses from Hermione.

“Oh Harry! I missed you so much this summer. It killed me not to be able to see you!” Hermione bust out into tears of joy. Typical of her.

Ron on the other hand took a different direction. “Bloody ‘ell Harry! How fucking long has it been!?”

Harry chuckled softly and sat down across from Ron and Hermione, who was still wiping tears away. Suddenly the nervousness he was feeling was left behind and a small knot loosened in his stomach as the train lurched forward and left platform 9 ¾ behind, with the Dursley’s no where in sight. Never to be seen again, hopefully.

Ron, Harry and Hermione talked mostly of what they did all summer during their trip. They paused briefly in the middle of a conversation about how Ron finally passed his Apparation test to buy sweets from the trolley. Harry laughed for the first time all summer when Hermione retold the story about how many times on severed himself in the attempts leading to his test. Some times leaving an arm or a leg, and one time leaving behind all his facial hair.

The train ride seemed to take equally long as any other time. The weather was as normal as ever, lots of rain and clouds. Something however was defiantly different in the air. Harry however couldn’t quite put his finger on it, other than the fact that Ron and Hermione seemed much closer this year.

“Well Harry, Ron and I have to go do our rounds” Piped up Hermione after a brief pause on conversations.

“Awe, ‘ermione! I haven’t seen Harry all summer!” Ron protested.

A stern looked crossed Hermione’s face and Ron trudged along behind her, waving at Harry. Once out side the cubicle Hermione turned and gazed at Ron, taking him by the tie and leading him towards the back of the train, hunger in her eyes,

Hermione pushed Ron into the last cubicle on the right and closed the door and locked it. Ron turned and faced Hermione, excitement reddening his face. Hermione moved forward slowly and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it down around his shoulders, revealing his smooth chest. Ron reddened around the ears with excitement, while pulling Hermione into a passionate kiss, entangling their tongues, both fighting for domination.

Ron licked slowly down her neck and kissed across her collar bone, slowly working on her shirt buttons. Hermione rubbed his chest slowly as he pulled her shirt off her chest, exposing her firm breasts. Ron softly bit all the way down to her now hard nipples and clasped his mouth around then, tugging them softy, groans leaking from Hermione and he hips rubbed against Ron’s bulge.

“Oh Ron, Mmm, just like that.” Hermione rasped through moans of Ron tonguing her nipples.

Ron’s cock craved to escape its cage which his trousers where. The excitement of making love on the train filled with students and teachers made him even harder. Noises of students moving along the corridor only made the sex more exciting. Hermione spread her legs around his thigh as Ron ran his finger up her leg and caressed her wetness through her panties. Hermione moaned and arched her head as Ron ran his fingers over her cunt, growing wetter by the second. “Take me Ron” Hermione shuddered.

Ron raised his mouth from her nipples, and kissed her passionately, but Hermione couldn’t wait, she unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. His throbbing cock standing at attention. Hermione grasped his cock in her hand and slowly rubbed his length. His hips arched forward in anticipation. Pre-cum began to drip from his flushed head, which had pulled tightly out from its shell of foreskin.

Ron lowered himself to his knees, taking time to kiss all the way down her chest and stomach, licking around her navel before lowering his head under her plaid skirt and removing her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Ron slowly slid his tongue into her swollen folds and massaged her clit with his stiffened muscle, while continuing to rub his own cock. Shuddering and moaning through her pussy as his warm hands ran over his head. Hermione arched her back and muffled a scream as Ron hungrily ate at her pussy, with no mercy. Hermione grabbed his hair and raised her leg; weak in the knees should could barely hold herself up.

“Fuck Ron! Oh, right there… God yes!” She rasped through her frantic breathing, feeling her nectar leaking down her legs. Ron continued to assault her pussy until she was about to cum. Slowly running his tongue through her flushed and wet folds, he came out from under her skirt, his face dripping with wetness, pulling Hermione closely for a passionate kiss. Sharing her sweet juice in their tangle of tongues Ron pushed his aching cock into Hermione’s vagina.

Her tight pussy sucked along Ron’s cock as he pushed into her, deeper and deeper. They moaned harder as his cock filled her pussy, reaching deeper and deeper with each stride. Finally Ron could feel his hot juices climbing through his cock and curled his head backwards releasing his load into Hermione, who gasped for air as she to exploded, sending a wave pulses through her body.

They collapsed into a pile onto the bench beside them, covered in sweat, breathing frantically in exhaustion, holding each other closely. As Hermione turned over and kissed Ron softy, who had a handful of her hair, she shrieked. The outline of a person could be seen through the tinted glass.

“Oh shit Ron! Someone saw!” Hermione shrieked under her breath. Ron climbed to his feet and pulled on his pants and shirt as quickly as he could. Hermione right behind him doing the same.

“Bloody hell, Hermione. Just let me do the talking.” Ron sputtered. Reaching out he grabbed the door handle and slid the cubicle door wide open. Standing face to face with….

***

Ron and Hermione returned to the cubicle just before the train finally came to a stop and the usual hustle and bustle of student made their way along the corridors to exit the Hogwarts Express. The rain was still beating down, as usual as students ran frantically to the carriages.

Ron, Hermione and Harry all climbed off the train and heard Hagrid’s booming voice.

“First ‘ears this way!”

All three of the teens turned quickly and hollered to Hagrid, waving briskly. Hagrid was soaking wet, and his long bushy bear was flattened making it look, less, like a frizzy explosion. Ron and Hermione still seemed to be acting differently towards each other, especially since they returned from patrolling the corridors of the train, but Harry figured that it was something to do with the summer and he would be filled in at the welcoming feast.

***

When all the returning students finally filled into the hall to await the beginning of the Sorting Ceremony chatting filled the room. Ron and Hermione started talking about how their prefect duties have become more intense this year, along with N.E.W.T classes.

The room fell silent as Headmistress McGonagall stood to welcome the first years that were this year lined up at the door with Professor Grubby Plank.

“I wonder if Grubby Plank is going to be the new Transfiguration teacher!?” Ron spat, his pumpkin juice soaring across the table and hitting Lavender right in the face. She let out a scream before wiping the sticky juice from her face and glaring evilly at Ron. He gave a small shrug.

The sorting ceremony took longer this year, seeing that it was the first time Headmistress McGonagall had hosted the ceremony. Once the sorting was finished the tables filled with mounds of food and all the students filled there plates, talking loudly and cheerfully, reminiscing about their summers and school year to come.

“Oh, bloody hell. We have to monitor the N.E.W.T exams and take our own ‘Arry.” Ron muttered out over a mouthful of potatoes.

Harry chuckled at Ron and the potatoes that were falling down his chin and turned to speak to Hermione.

“So, what do you think the school year is going to be like without Dumbledore…?”

Hermione’s face dropped at the words of Dumbledore, and how so sadly last year he was murdered by Snape, who took all credit for his murder, leaving Malfoy to look like scum in the Dark Lord’s eyes and cast aside to never return as a servant. Seeing he hadn’t officially had the dark mark, the Lord spared his life after countless hours of begging from his mother, who in turn spared her life for his.

“I don’t know Harry, I don’t think it’s going to be the same without him, and I miss him so terribly already.”

“I know Hermione; he was like a father to me. I miss him too, but we do have to move on and focus on graduating so we can continue looking for Voldemort’s horcrux”

Hermione gave a small shudder at the Dark Lord’s name, which Harry thought she was over and rolled his eyes a bit. The dinner tables cleared and were soon filled by delicious pies and cakes. The Great Hall filled with noise once again for a short time until everyone had stuffed themselves sick.

Finally the house prefects stood and gathered their houses to move to their common rooms after a short speech from the Headmistress, who surprisingly did not mention Dumbledore’s death.

Hermione broke the silence when they arrived at the portrait of the fat lady. “Listen up!” She scanned the crowd. “Password this term is Swigswam, don’t forget it.” Hermione spoke with a little more confidence this year, seeing she was a 7th year, oldest year of the school.

All the Gryffindor’s climbed through the portrait hole of the fat lady who was quite ecstatic of meeting all the new students. She let out billowing chirps and shouts of happiness. Sometimes taking the extra time to comment on how cute some of the first years looked.

Once the common room finally cleared of everyone Harry finally had time to talk with Ron alone.

“Well, I’m off to bed Harry, night Ron.” Hermione turned and walked off. Harry couldn’t help himself but follow her sweet ass all the way up to the dorm. Growing hard at the thought of what he could do with that. Ron noticing this, punched Harry in the arm. Apparently he was growing hard himself. They both laughed.

Ron and Harry sat up for a few hours until neither one of them could take it any longer and were falling asleep in the chairs they were sitting in.

“Bloody hell, its 3:00 a.m. Harry, I got to sleep.” Ron grumbled out through a yawn, making Harry yawn as well. With this they both climbed up into their dorm to the snores of Neville, Dean and Seamus. Ron pulled off his clothing and Harry couldn’t help but notice that Ron to had defiantly grow over the summer. His length was nearly as big as his own. Messy with red curly hair around the base and his sack. Ron wasn’t cut, so his pink head tucked in behind his foreskin.

Harry slipped his own clothing off, also noticing Ron taking a quick peek over at his length, that hung loosely surround by hazel brown hair. Harry on the other hand was cut, so his pink head was visible, attached to his long thick length.

Once Ron and closed the hangings around his bed Harry climbed into his own and pulled the draping closed.

Harry ran his hand down his chest and down to his groin playfully tugging on his balls, his length springing to life, growing a tad harder. Running his hand down over his semi-hard member he shuddered as his warm hand wrapped around his pink head, flushed with blood and dripping with pre-cum. Harry ran his hand back and forth along his cock until it finally stood at full attention, ready to take a beating from its master.

Harry could hear soft groans coming from Ron’s bed, which only made himself harder, thinking about what Ron could be doing to himself. Harry knew he wasn’t gay, but he was aroused all the same at the thought of Ron masturbating with his throbbing cock a few feet away from him.

Stroking his hand back to the base of his cock and back up to his flushed head he began to moan and squirm, thrusting his hips forward, wanting more of this great pleasure. He began pumping faster and harder, his cock turning pink from the friction of his dry hands. Harry arched his back and drove his head backwards into his pillow as a growing urge started to build deep within his stomach, slowly trailing down his body into his cock, he could feel the warm cum seeping through his huge throbbing dick. Finally with one last pump Harry’s hot seed blew from his cock and covered his hands and stomach. The warm cum dripping on his body only made Harry cum harder this time, sending it all oozing over his cock and hands.

Laying his hips back onto his bed Harry pulled a sock from his bedside stand, wiping up his mess. His body still trembled softly as he came down from his orgasm. Ron’s moans muffled through his bed hangings signaling his explosion sent more cum oozing from Harry’s cock. Laying there panting with exhaustion and the wonderful tingling feeling masturbating left in his groin, Harry drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued

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