Harry Potter and Too Many Goblets of Firewhiskey

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It was late at night, though it was still warm, late June and the day before Harry Potter and his classmates would be graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Very unlike herself, Hermione Granger, usually called the Gryffindor Know-it-all by many other houses, had initiated that Harry and his best mate, Ron Weasley, sneak off to Hogsmeade and get some utensils for a raving Saying-Goodbye-Party. Little did she know that the young men would also consult the barman at the Hog’s Head and bring several bottles of Firewhiskey to Gryffindor Tower.


Her classmates didn’t quite share her anticipation. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were among the first to open (and empty) several whiskey bottles, while Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown joined Harry and Ron in drinking pumpkin juice (not without spiking it with whiskey before, but so Hermione wouldn’t know right away). They also had a great supply of food and sweets brought up from the kitchens – lucky Dobby was so devoted to Harry Potter – and the party was a complete success.

Near midnight, Seamus and Dean had one after another disappeared to the boys’ bathroom and never returned. Lavender and Parvati were awfully giggly, they ignored Hermione’s reproachful look and went to find the two young men. The Head Girl was almost sure what would happen in the bathroom, so she talked the other boys out of going in there as well. She never would have guessed what kind of scene she’d be witnessing…


Neville was the first to pass out snoring on the couch in the common room. Poor chap, he had never so much as been around alcohol before, and Harry and Ron eventually had put quite a lot more whiskey than pumpkin juice in the cocktails. Smiling at him, Hermione wondered how much longer her two other friends were going to last. Ron was acting pretty awkward, following her wherever she went and making goo-goo eyes. Harry had sent his owl up to the sixth-years’ dorm and woken his girlfriend, Ginny, who had been annoyed from the beginning that she was supposed to be shut out from their party. The two of them were in a kind of vertical wrestling match, kissing so fiercely they looked like they were only one person, and had not broken apart for a single breath in the last twenty minutes.


Watching them intently, Hermione found the common room was growing steadily hotter. She had difficulty to focus and felt the urge to get a cold drink herself – so far, she’d stuck to water, being the impressive example the Headmaster and all other teachers wanted her to be. Now, however, she desperately needed a pumpkin juice cocktail, so, grabbing Ron’s freshly refilled goblet, she drained it in one. Holy shit, she thought, no wonder the girls were so light-headed and Neville is out cold now! How much whiskey did they put in this?! Not wanting to wipe the impressed grin from Ron’s face, she didn’t let any of those thoughts show on her face, though, but refilled his goblet and downed another one as well. Ron kept grinning at her, slowly moving closer and resting a casual hand on her lower back.


Harry and Ginny still hadn’t resurfaced from their kissing orgy. Really, how could they last this long and never draw breath?! Hermione had no idea. She was not only the Head Girl, most respected and skilful seventh-year witch to have passed through Hogwarts in the last fifteen years, but she was also the one girl with the least experience when it came to the other sex. She had so far only received a few sloppy, closed-mouthed kisses from Viktor Krum in fourth year, but she had never even come close to such a deep encounter as Harry and Ginny shared. Feeling the alcohol run through her veins and calming her nervousness greatly, she returned Ron’s grin lazily and edged closer to him. For a second, he opened his eyes in astonishment, but then grew more courage from another sip of his cocktail. He ran his hand up her back and let it rest on her shoulder at the nape of her neck, gently playing with her honey-brown curls and never taking his eyes off her. She moved her head closer to his and playfully nudged his rather large nose with her own, running a hand up his side and down his strong, muscular arms. She’d never before realized how good Ron actually looked – Quidditch was suiting him, for sure.


Ron felt rather dizzy after having consumed alcohol excessively for the first time in his life. However, there was one thing he was sure he was not imagining – Hermione moving ever closer to him, snuggling up against his chest. He’d dreamt of this moment for the last five years, ever since he had been bitten by Sirius in his Animagus form and she had come to visit him in the infirmary. It was unreal how taken he was with this girl. True, he didn’t have any experience with girls at all – he’d briefly dated Lavender in sixth year, more to annoy Hermione than anything else, but they hadn’t done anything except some serious snogging. Had Hermione…?, he wondered, leaning into her and brushing his lips against hers tentatively. The first thing he felt was just coolness – his lips were rather numb from the alcohol, and he didn’t yet know what was to come. He felt Hermione stiffen under his gentle touch as he wrapped his arm around her small waist and entwined the fingers of his other hand in her soft, brown curls. He loved her hair. He’d teased her for it at first, but he learned to love it rather quickly. His hair was just like his brothers’ and his sister’s, red, soft and thick. But Hermione’s curls were so different…


Hermione felt surprised when Ron’s lips touched hers, but then found she rather liked the taste of them – what little was left of that, underneath the gallons of pumpkin juice and firewhiskey the guys had eliminated. She leant into him, pressing her lips against his and softly brushing his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Viktor had done that to her, she remembered, in fourth year; the only time she’d ever dated a guy and the only experience she had so far. Yet, for some reason she felt sure this was going to change tonight…

Ron’s lips parted obediently and his tongue met hers. It was the most incredible feeling – Hermione thought her feet must be leaving the ground; a comfortable warmth was spreading through her body from the mouth, robbing her of all sane thought and concentrating at her centre. It was something she’d never felt before – Viktor’s kisses had left a prickling somewhere near her stomach, but this was really passionate, creating a burning desire for more. Her right hand shot up and ran through Ron’s hair, playing with it at the back of his neck and making it stand up on end all over his body. Hermione felt the pleasure growing in her best friend as well, and was hit with an enormous surge of powerful emotion at the fact that she, the Gryffindor bookworm and Head Girl of the year, could do this to him.


Ron thought he was in heaven. His arm had pulled Hermione so close, they were now pressed against each other’s chests and he could feel her frantic breathing, her well-formed breasts rising and falling with every breath. He was in heaven it seemed – this beautiful, extremely smart and popular girl was now kissing him, youngest of six brothers and most unnoticeable of all! He was afraid of closing his eyes, fearing that if he opened them again, all this would turn out to be just another one of his wet dreams, all of which starred Hermione. He felt her hand skimming the brim of his T-Shirt, moving along the waistband of his pants, running up his bare back, and he took a sharp breath of surprise, wondering what else she’d dare do tonight. His desire was growing with every second, with every touch of her skin on his, with every twist of her tongue and every breath of her scent he inhaled. It was centring in his middle, causing him to grow harder with the minute. He shifted uncomfortably, for his pants were soon too tight and causing him to wince with every move.


Hermione felt Ron’s desire pressing against her thigh and grinned. This was exactly what she wanted; some part of her body – located in between her legs in her lower stomach – told her so. She felt a strange kind of moisture in her private area, but it was far from being uncomfortable; quite the contrary. Her hands moved to the front of Ron’s T-Shirt, caressing his steeled abdomen and gently playing with his nipples which pebbled at the very touch. She grinned into his mouth, still not having broken the passionate kiss. OK, she now understood how Harry and Ginny could mouth-wrestle for hours without surfacing even once! In fact, she’d quite like to do this more often; she really enjoyed the feeling. Ron had grown more determined in his actions; his shyness was gone as he nestled with the buttons of her blouse before unbuttoning them one after another. She felt a little self-conscious when he pulled the garment off her shoulders and she stood in front of him wearing nothing but a light-blue lace bra, but then he pulled away from her lips and gave her the most admiring look she could have ever imagined. Feeling thoroughly accepted and desired, she grabbed the brim of his T-Shirt and pushed it up, slowly pulled it over Ron’s head. She had seen him in his bathing trunks the summer before seventh year, but he had developed so much more muscle over the past school year… it was incredible. She admired the tanned body, the freckles that spread over his collarbone, and the thin line of red hair that stretched from his bellybutton to the waistband of his pants, making her mind go wild with fantasy at what was beyond it. Tracing it with one gentle finger, she earned another sharp gasp from the redhead which told her he was ticklish, in spite of all pretence from the earlier years. This opened a whole new range of possibilities… She was just starting to tickle him playfully when the two of them heard a low, lusty moan from the other side of the common room.


Harry and Ginny had progressed to taking off each other’s shirts and pants already. Hermione glanced at the redhead who was lying on her back, spread-eagled (or so it seemed), with Harry’s head lost in between her humble breasts. The sight was the most erotic thing Hermione had ever witnessed, and left her with a burning curiosity at how it would feel if Ron did the same thing to her. Looking into his hazel eyes, now darkened with lust, she realized he had just taken a look at the same scene and discovered his best friend nibbling on his little sister’s privates. As he gave her a shifty grin, she was relieved to find that he didn’t mind at all but rather was just as inspired by the sight before him as she was. She looked up again and her eyes locked with his as she started fumbling with the button of his pants, he working on the hook of her bra at the same time.

Ron was faster. He slid her bra straps off her shoulders and threw the garment onto the floor while gently nibbling on her neck and collarbone, tracing soft kisses down to her breast. She unzipped his pants and pushed them off his hips, her hand wandering to his well-formed ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. He lowered his lips to her nipples, softly brushing over them. Hermione moaned with pleasure and surprise – Viktor had touched her breasts before, but he’d never seen her bare-chested and never been able to awake this kind of emotion in her. She threw back her head and pushed her hips closer to his, granting him better access at her rosy orbs. Her nipples were erect by now and aching for more.


Ron didn’t consciously know what he was doing. His body was guiding him, following Hermione’s pleasurable moans, telling him to move faster, to slow down, just at the right places. He had raised one hand to caress one breast while nibbling on the other one with his lips and teeth. All this time, he felt her hips thrusting against his, causing delightful friction between his throbbing erection and the fabric of his tartan boxer shorts. He thought he was never going to last, a knot was growing tighter and tighter in his stomach – he knew this all too well, from all the times he had wanked off in the privacy of his four-poster bed. Hang on – the four-poster bed! Hermione was allowed in the boys’ dormitories, wasn’t she? He knew the bathroom was probably occupied by Dean and Seamus, going on with Lavender and Parvati. Neville was asleep on the couch; Harry and Ginny were ignorant of their surroundings, so they’d have the dormitory all to themselves. Making up his mind rather quickly, Ron stopped his ministrations (Hermione groaned in protest) to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her with him off to the dormitory.


Hermione was in shock. Was this really her, moaning and making all kinds of delighted sounds? Normally she never lost her cool, but this was … different, to say the least. She wished Ron would never stop and was quite displeased when he did. However, when she found out what he was doing, her protests stopped immediately, and she obediently followed him up the marble stairs to the boys’ dormitory. Goodness, how many times had she been in there before, to wake the guys last-minute right before breakfast, to wish them a Happy Christmas, to just chat like friends did? She’d never dreamed she’d actually be heading in there for a round of hot, passionate sex with one of her best friends! – Wait – did she really just think that? Oh, Jesus. This was so unlike herself!!! She was almost shocked and ready to back out, but when Ron gave her an encouraging grin, she immediately lost herself again in those soft, brown eyes and all worries were forgotten. Willingly, she followed him through the heavy wooden door that revealed five neatly made four-poster beds covered in Gryffindor bedspreads. She immediately recognized Ron’s due to the stuffed bunny rabbit she’d given him for his sixteenth birthday and he hadn’t gone to sleep without ever since.


Ron noticed Hermione’s eyes rest on the stuffed animal and he suddenly wished he didn’t keep it in his bed right on his pillow. However, before he even had the chance to blush crimson, she pulled him into a gentle hug, cupping his face with her hands and pulling him down to meet hers. “I think it’s so sweet that you’re keeping him right there,” she whispered. “I’ve got one just like him and he’s on my pillow as well. I’ve kept him there ever since I gave you this one. Somehow, he reminds me of you…” Her last words were lost in a fiery kiss. Never before had Ron experienced the touch of a girl’s bare chest on his, and he had never imagined that it would feel this good. His tongue battled Hermione’s, both of them getting short of breath and allowing their hands to roam freely over each other’s bodies. All of Ron’s tiny hairs were on end, and so were hers; he joyfully realized when he nibbled his way from her lips to her earlobe and down her neck to her naked breast once again. Hermione gasped, her knees almost gave way at this most wonderful sensation. Gripping his shoulders so hard it was almost painful, she let out a low mew and motioned quietly over to the bed where the little stuffed animal was giving them a knowing look, or so it seemed.


Ron followed suit immediately; he felt unable to stand up straight any longer. His head was spinning, whether because of the alcohol or the unusual desire he wasn’t at all sure, but he loved it! He carefully guided Hermione over to the bed and waited until she’d lowered herself onto it before advancing on her on his hands and knees, almost predator-like. For a second, it seemed she didn’t like being the submissive part at all, for her eyes widened with something like fear at this position. But then he bent down, running his nose up her stomach, snorting playfully into her bellybutton and nibbling up to her nipples which were aching to be touched again and all her worries subsided. She ran her hands up his strong, muscular arms, entwined them in his soft, red hair, and gently pushed his head where she liked his touch most. Thrusting up her hips, she realized his knees were in between her thighs, and blushed slightly when she felt his erection throb very much ready near her centre. He moved his head further upwards, nibbling on her ear again and gently biting her neck, sucking up her blood to mark her as his.


“You are incredible,” he croaked, surprised to find his own voice was not cooperating any longer. “I never thought you and I would ever do something like this. But I’ve wanted to… for so long… I’ve always wanted you, ‘Mione…” His lips met hers again, and no words were needed for him to understand that she felt the same way about him. A low moan escaped him when her hips met his erect member again – if they kept this going, things would be over way too soon! Yet, he couldn’t really see a way to stop now…


Hermione responded eagerly to his kiss, putting all her emotions and desires into it. She felt like her insides were on fire, like her core was molten, yet there were still some butterflies inside her waiting to actually take off and cause her the most delightful pleasure she’d ever experienced. Her hands wandered down Ron’s broad back, gently scratching him with her manicured fingernails and causing him to gasp in surprise. When she finally reached the waistband of his boxers, she hesitated for a second. What if he didn’t want the same thing she did…? Ron felt her insecurity and deepened his kiss, urging her on. Dear God, he needed her so badly… no girl had ever touched him like that, unless you perhaps counted his mother, but that had been fifteen years ago! When she slipped two fingers tentatively into his boxers and stroked his firm bottom, he gave another groan of pleasure. For some reason, this encouraged Hermione to move even further. Slowly pushing his body off hers and raising herself into a kneeling position, she moved her finger to the front, her thumb playing with his bellybutton while her index found Ron’s incredibly hard cock. She touched it softly, unsure what to do, and when he broke the kiss to look her straight in the eyes, she was afraid she’d done something wrong…


“Oh… Hermione… my God, you have no idea how much I want you… don’t stop, please… grip it, you won’t hurt me!” he growled into her ear, scaring her at first for she hadn’t imagined Ron to be a dirty talker. Unsure what to do next, she tried to slip her entire hand into his boxers, but found he was too far gone for that kind of thing already as he simply pushed down his boxers, letting his cock’s entire length spring free and brush her lower abdomen. Hermione didn’t recoil, but leant into this unfamiliar touch. It was one of the most erotic things she’d ever felt… until she realized Ron had slipped a hand underneath her skirt and was moving it up the back side of her thigh. It was the most thrilling thing she’d ever experienced, and for some strange reason, she seemed to gain courage from this touch. As he determinedly pushed her lace knickers aside and found his way into her hot, wet core, she gave a loud gasp and gripped his cock firmly in one hand, causing him to draw breath sharply as well.


Ron removed his hand in order to pull down Hermione’s skirt and tear aside her knickers, too. For a second, he just stared at her soft, honey-brown curls that covered her private area; pushing her back down on the bed, he lowered his head again, started nibbling on her bellybutton and working his way down, gently licking her thighs and finally reaching her wet folds. He hadn’t imagined she would taste like this – a little salty, a little sweet, a little sour, a little bit of everything and yet so much Hermione! It was threatening to send him into oblivion. His left hand found her breast and gently kneaded it, every now and then brushing her erect nipple with his index finger, while his other hand stroked down her flat abdomen and found the way to her core as well. He licked her clit carefully, causing her to moan loudly, and tentatively brought a finger to her entrance, waiting for her permission before he inserted it into her.


“Ron…” Hermione gasped as she felt him at her entrance, “I have never… I mean, I still am…” Her voiced failed her, for he nudged her clit again with his tongue and she groaned.


“Me neither, ‘Mione…” he croaked, surfacing only to lose himself in her cinnamon-brown eyes yet again. “I just want you… so… badly…”


“Oh, Ron… I do too… just… I don’t really know… how…”


He had removed his finger; she had released his dick which was still standing at attention between them. She looked at it and was astonished how he could hold back his orgasm any longer – to her, it looked ready to explode any second, a deep purple, throbbing and glistening with his pre-cum. Ron crawled up to the top of the bed again, lying down next to Hermione and giving her a deep look into her brown eyes which were hazed with lust. She gripped his ears playfully, pulling him closer and giving him a passionate kiss which left him lying on top of her again. Hermione drew a sharp breath when she realized her body had subconsciously guided Ron’s cock right to her centre; she could feel his head within her wetness and was almost swept away in a wave of desire to have him inside her, now. Everything else was just a blur, her head spun (whether because of the pool of emotion drowning her or the consumption of alcohol, she didn’t know) and her breath came in short, sharp gasps.


Ron pushed himself up on his hands, looking at the beautiful young woman underneath him. She was so ready for him… some part of him told him to just thrust forward and take her now… carefully, seeing her nod almost imperceptibly, he obliged, leaning into her moist heat and feeling the tightness of her pussy around his cock. He moved ever so slowly, knowing she had never done this before and not wanting to hurt her, but he saw no pain in her eyes – except for that from incredible desire.


Hermione didn’t consciously know what she was doing anymore. Her whole body was screaming for release from the sweet torture Ron’s gentle ministrations were causing her. She felt the head of his cock inside her, longing for more, and all of a sudden, she thrust her hips upward, meeting Ron’s and guiding him all the way into her. They both gasped at the sensation of being so close, after all those years of bickering and hiding their feelings behind sneering indifference. Slowly, Hermione lowered herself back down onto the mattress, resulting in Ron slipping half way back out. He followed her, slowly moving back inside her, his face screwed up in concentration to make such a good thing last forever and gently pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth for another passionate, never-ending kiss. They both started moving their hips simultaneously, groaning with pleasure every time their bodies came into full contact, and slowly but surely picking up speed. Hermione felt like she was flying. A pleasurable knot was growing tighter and tighter in her centre, her moans got louder and louder, she was soon screaming Ron’s name and begging him for something she couldn’t even name properly.


Ron feared he was going to cum way too soon, to leave her half way behind and ruin this whole experience. Yet there was no way he could hold on much longer. Her fervent moans and repeated screams of his name were just too much for him. Determined to send her over the edge before he flew off himself, he raised himself on his knees, pulled her legs around his waist and reached down for her sensitive nub. It only needed on quick flick with his finger until she shattered, screaming his name again; spasms shaking her body and lifting her back off the mattress. He felt her inner walls clenching around his erection which was now ready to burst, and gave in to the enormous passion he felt, spilling himself into her moist heat with a final grunt of her nickname. At the same time, they heard their two best friends screaming each other’s names in the downstairs common room.


Blushing at what she’d just done and witnessed, Hermione gave Ron an uncertain smile. He rolled off her, lay down by her side and pulled her into a hug, her head resting on his muscular chest which was now covered in light sweat. Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he whispered, “I’ve always loved you, ‘Mione… I just never knew how to tell you…” – “I know, Ron”, she answered, “I feel the same way… I never want to leave you…” With that, the two of them fell asleep, cuddled together on Ron’s bed, still naked.


What seemed only minutes later, they were woken by four stunned voices, shouting in unison; Dean, Seamus, Neville and Harry had returned to their dormitory, cross-eyed and sallow-faced but very much aware of their two classmates and what they must have done the night before. They opened their mouth as if rehearsed and chanted together, “damn, looks like firewhiskey is a fucking good thing!!!”


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