Unexpected

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Unexpected

Ron and Hermione were silently walking back to the Gryffindor common room after a D.A meeting when Hermione suddenly remembered seeing an interesting book she hadn’t read in the Room of Requirement.

She stopped in her tracks and said, “Ron, I’m going back to the Room of Requirement to get a book there. You can go back first.”

“Okay then. I’m off to bed. It’s been a tiring day. G’night.” Ron said as he continued to walk towards the Gryffindor tower.

Hermione quietly made her way back to the Room of Requirement, keeping an eye out for Filch and the Inquisitorial Squad. When she reached there, the door was still present and she suddenly remembered Harry and Cho being still inside. Just as she was having an argument with herself on whether or not to go in, the door swung open and Cho Chang came running out with tears on her face. She nearly bumped into Hermione in her rush to get away. “What on earth happened inside?” Hermione wondered to herself as she tentatively entered the room.

Harry was sitting on a couch, looking completely confused and dejected that he didn’t even realize she was approaching him.

“Harry,” Hermione called out softly so as not to startle him.

Harry looked up and was surprised to find her in front of him. “Oh, Hermione. I thought you’ve gone back to the common room.”

“No. I wanted to get a book from here,” Hermione replied as she sat down next to him.

None of them spoke for a long time but the silence was finally broken by Hermione. “Did you kiss?” she asked him quietly.

Harry heaved a long sigh before answering, “yeah… but I must be a really bad kisser ’cause she cried and ran away as soon as I kissed her.” He had an expression of a really depressed person that Hermione’s heart went out to him, “Poor Harry! His first kiss is certainly not something good to remember,” she thought to herself.

“Oh Harry. Of course you’re not a bad kisser. She’s just confused with herself, is all…” Hermione tried to console him.

“How would you know I’m not a bad kisser? You’ve never kissed me. What if I really am a bad kisser?”

“Why don’t you kiss me? Then I can fairly say whether or not you’re a bad kisser.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Hermione was mortified with herself.

How could she slip up like that? She did have more than friendly feelings for him since fourth year and wanted nothing more than to kiss him but she couldn’t jeopardize their friendship. Although she was feeling scared inside that he would figure out her feelings and start to avoid her since he didn’t like her, she pretended to put on a nonchalant face as if answering a question in potion class.

Harry, on the other hand, was completely shocked by what she said. “Hermione?!! Y-you can’t be serious!”

“I’m serious at all times, Harry.” Hermione replied, weighing the chances of Harry kissing her against him running away.

Harry was completely speechless. Hermione – his best friend – had just asked him to ask her! Even if it was only to judge his kissing skills! Harry of course had had some stray thoughts about how it would be like to kiss Hermione even if she was his best friend, but now that the situation really presented itself, he didn’t know what to do.

Hermione had a fleeting expression of hurt flashed through her features before she quickly masked it and stood up, “I guess I’ll take the book and go now. See you tomorrow!”

Before she could go any further, Harry grabbed her wrist, pulled her to him and softly brushed his lips across hers. It set off electric sparks between them and sent shivers down their spines. Harry realized how nice it felt to have Hermione in his arms and her bookish scent intoxicated him so he pressed his lips harder against hers.

“Oh my god!” Hermione thought, “Harry is kissing me!”

Without thinking too much, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with a pent-up passion of nearly a year, taking Harry by surprise. But he didn’t pull away; instead he pulled her closer against his chest, one hand tangled itself in her mane while the other held her at the small of her back.

Soon, the need to breath became a necessity and they broke up for air. Harry was completely speechless. Kissing Hermione in real life was way better than any kiss he had ever imagined and absolutely a million times better than the one with Cho.

His eyes darkened with desire and he wanted more. He wanted to taste more of her; their lips met in a searing kiss and his tongue slipped out to lick her lips. Hermione immediately opened up for him and he quickly delved into her sweet mouth. The taste was uniquely hers and soon their tongue danced against each other as they engaged in the most passionate kiss of their lives.

Hermione found her hands roaming all over Harry’s chest and back. Feeling bolder than ever, she started to undo the buttons on his shirt. When her hand found his skin, it was so hot that it aroused her, encouraging her to do things she would normally not do. Hermione moved her mouth away from his lips and planted kisses along his jaw over to his ear, where she nibbled the earlobe softly. She then kissed his soft skin on his neck and gently sucked on it, making Harry give out a moan.

Her kisses left a trail of fire on his skin and it increased his arousal, which was now clearly pressing into her stomach. He wanted to feel her skin against his so he quickly shrugged off his open shirt and went to undo the buttons on her shirt. Very quickly, Harry got rid of her shirt and their skin felt like fire against each other. She was wearing a black push-up bra and he tentatively reached out a hand to cup one of her breasts.

It was fuller than one could have imagined and it fitted perfectly into his eager hands. Harry experimentally brushed a thumb across it and felt her erect nipples through the material. Harry briefly wondered how he went from kissing Cho Chang one minute to cupping Hermione’s breast another. But he didn’t care at the moment; he just wanted Hermione like his life depended on it. He wondered why he never felt this attraction towards her before. However, the thought was cut short when he felt a hand cup his erection through his jeans.

“Hermione…” he moaned softly as she continued to feast on neck.

Harry held her face and drew her in for a hot kiss, his hands trying to unclasp her bra. He slowly kneaded her full breasts and played with her nipple as he trailed kisses from her mouth to her collarbone, causing Hermione to tangle her fingers in his messy hair.

Licking, sucking and kissing, he made his way to her breasts and finally took one nipple in his mouth while his hand played with the other, causing Hermione to give out a low moan. He then pulled back and kissed her on the mouth but his hand caressed the soft skin of her stomach, inching closer and closer towards home. He was about to dip his hands underneath her skirt when Hermione pushed him away and reached towards her robe, getting her wand.

That completely startled Harry. “God! She’s gonna hex me into next week!” he thought frantically to himself. Thinking that he had overstepped the bound, he stuttered an apology, “Hermione… I’m sorry… I- I didn’t-”

“Evanesco!” Hermione whispered softly, pointing her wand to him.

His pants and his boxers disappeared and his 11-inch erect cock sprang up in front of her. Hermione gasped, staring at his dick and Harry realized why she reached for her wand. “Do you like what you see?” he teased her.

“Very much.”

Her answer surprised him; his strict bookworm friend suddenly became very straightforward here. Hermione reached out a hand towards his member and experimentally started to stroke him. Waves of pleasure spread through him and Harry moaned loudly. Just as he was thinking this could get no better, a whole new feeling attacked him as something warm and wet engulfed his tip.

Harry’s eyes flew open and he saw Hermione taking him into her mouth as much as she could. She was sucking him off very proficiently, twirling her tongue every time she could reach his tip.

“God Hermione! Fuck me! YES! FUCK!” Harry yelled, holding her head in place and starting to fuck the delectable mouth of hers. The tightness in his balls was beginning to get too much and he was just about to come when she stopped.

“Fuck! Hermione, why did you stop?” Hermione had a mischievous glint in her eyes and Harry realized she was teasing him. “Oh, you naughty girl! Come here… it’s your turn.”

Harry leaned in for a kiss before he dropped to his knees, attempting to get rid of her skirt. Hermione was wearing a matching pair of black knickers which had an obvious wet spot. Harry ran his fingers near her folds and Hermione shivered, giving out a soft whimper.

“Oh Harry…” she moaned.

Harry hooked his fingers in her knickers and quickly pulled them down, revealing a thick patch of brown curls. He lay her down on the couch and spread her legs, eager to get a view of her wet pussy. He excitedly brushed his finger over her folds while kissing the inside of her thighs earning a moan from her.

Kissing his way over to her sex, he flicked his tongue over her nub and she jerked her hips up. Harry smirked inwardly, “so that is the clit,” he thought.

Harry rolled his tongue over the clit and Hermione again jerked her hips, moaning loudly. Still rubbing her clit with his tongue, Harry inserted a finger into her tight pussy and Hermione gasped. He inserted a second finger, trying to loosen the tight cunt of hers.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her while licking her clit. Hermione’s moan became louder and she was now breathing heavily, her hands pushing Harry’s face into her pussy.

“Oh Harry! Harder please! Oh!” she pleaded.

Harry complied happily, moving his fingers faster inside her. Hermione was now bucking her hips wildly and Harry had to hold her down to keep her still. Then all of a sudden, she drew her breath and became very still, after which her pussy walls began to clamp his fingers very tight and she came with a huge orgasm punctuated by a yell of Harry’s name into the night.

Watching Hermione come made Harry more aroused than he already was; his cock twitched expectantly. He crawled up onto her and kissed her deeply. He was so engrossed in Hermione that he didn’t realize until now that they were on a large bed; the room had provided them what they need.

“Hermione… I need you. Please, I need to fuck you. Will you let me?” Harry rasped out.

“Yes Harry. Take me.” Hermione replied, still out of breath from her previous orgasm.

Harry positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed his big cock in. Her pussy was so hot and so tight that he nearly came. Pushing in further, he met her barrier and with one intake of breath, he broke through.

Hermione yelled out a cry of pain and clutched his shoulders painfully. He knew he was hurting her but now that he was insider her, he couldn’t help but moved slowly inside her. He put his left hand under her shoulder and hugged her close to him while his right hand brought her thighs to wrap around his waist.

“Shh… it’s okay,” he soothed her as he kissed her sweetly on the lips all the while trying with all his might not to increase his very slow pace. He sucked on her neck and bit it softly.

After a few strokes, Hermione responded a little by lifting her hips whenever he thrust into her, whispering hotly in his ears, “you can go faster now, Harry.”

Harry complied happily and started pumping into her faster and harder, amazed by all the new feelings her tight, wet aroused in him. It was better than everything, even flying; he had finally found something much better than Quidditch. He sucked her nipples and caressed them passionately, causing Hermione to arch against him, all the while moaning his name throatily. Her hands ran through his hair, caressed his back and finally squeezed his bum, after which everything became too overwhelming for him.

It was like a dam broken; waves and waves of pleasure rippled through his body from his groins to his very toes and he thrust into her one last time before shooting his seed inside her. He collapsed onto her tiredly, his breathing heavy and his whole body covered in sweat.

Hermione hugged him and gently stroke his hair, placing light butterfly kisses along his jaw line. Harry lifted his head from the crook of her neck and looked at her. He placed a chaste kiss on her lip and whispered, “it’s really amazing. Do you feel it too?”

But Hermione didn’t answer him; instead she avoided his gaze and continued to stroke his hair softly. Harry was suddenly filled with shame… that he couldn’t make her come and he started to mutter an apology.

“It’s okay,” Hermione interrupted, “this time is for you.”

“This time. This time!” he thought to himself. Did that mean there would be a next time? Would she be willing to do it with him again? Those thoughts made him hard again and Hermione gasped, apparently surprised since he still hadn’t pulled out of her yet.

He thrust his hips experimentally and she gasped. Harry grinned wickedly. Very swiftly, he pulled out of her and threw her legs over his shoulders. He then slammed into her deeply, earning another gasp from her.

Starting with a slow pace, Harry leisurely glided his cock in and out of Hermione’s tight cunt. He kept that pace for some time until Hermione became impatient and grabbed his arse to her causing him to thrust hard into her.

“Harder Harry. Do it harder,” she commanded breathily.

“You want hard huh? Then you’ll get it hard,” Harry said teasing as he began to quicken his pace and started to pound into her harder. The room was filled with the sound of two people having sex… slurping noises as Hermione’s wet cunt got fucked furiously by Harry’s burly cock… skin slapping against skin… Hermione moaning loudly… Harry’s manly grunts…
“Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you?” Harry practically yelled.

“Oh god, yes! YES! Fuck me forever. I love it. FUCK!”

“Why didn’t we fuck before? This feels so good! Your pussy is bloody tight… do you know that?”
“YES! YES! Oh… my pussy is yours. I’m all yours. Fuck me harder… please… OHHHH!!!!”

Harry reached between their bodies to where they were intimately joined and started to rub her clit furiously. Her eyes shot open and her moans definitely became much louder. Harry bent over and kissed her passionately, causing her to nearly bend in half, and then he whispered in her ears, “Come for me, baby.”

Hermione suddenly began to clamp her pussy walls tightly around his cock and she became very rigid after a loud yell of “OH GOD HARRY!!!”

Harry didn’t take long before he felt his groins tighten and he followed her over the edge after a few thrusts of his own, shooting spurts after spurts of cum into Hermione. He drew out of her and collapsed beside her, pulling her onto his body and hugging her close.

“Do you feel it now? The feeling… the amazing feeling…” he asked in a whisper.

“Yes… yes…”

“Good. Very good.”

Harry stroked her back lazily and a warm comforter appeared over them. After a quick kiss, exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep in each others’ arms, feeling happy and content.