Shower Surprises and a game of poker.

A/N: Its kinda OOC and DOES contain other characters, but it is not a threesome/moresome. Hermione DOES kiss Lavendar ON A DARE – BUT – I think this story should be left in Harry/Hermione as the entire story is based on their sexual experiences and … dare I say it… love. Please don’t post saying “Move this directly to threesome/foursome”. You’ll just annoy me.Well… that said. Enjoy my story. Hope you like it…tell me what you think.


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The beginning

Hermione walked into the boys changing room. Harry had been quite a while, and she genuinely thought he’d be changed by now.

“Harry. You there?” she asked before coming around the corner.

There was no answer, she started to think perhaps he’d left already, until she heard the shower running.

She peeked around the corner to see if it was Harry, and to her astonishment, it was.

Completely naked, glasses off, water running down his finely toned body.

He had his hands on the shower wall, head forward letting the water run down his back.

Hermione couldn’t help it. She just kept on watching. He was mesmerising. Hermione had always thought Harry was good looking, but never in her life had she thought of him in That way.

She could feel herself getting a bit hot and flustered, and found she just had to move, she started to head back the way she came, but stopped when she heard Harry moan. She bit her lip at the sound, and turned around.

She slowly peeked around the corner again. There he was in all his glory, but a hand missing from the wall. He moaned again, this time lifting his head to the shower head, squinting hard, and making an O shape with his mouth so the water didn’t get in.

Hermione could see his missing hand pumping in front of him. She wasn’t so innocent that she did know what he was doing, but she’d never seen it done before. His hand was pumping harder, and his little grunts were getting frequent.

Hermione’s hands wondered down her body, slowly over her breasts and lower still to the familiar place that needed release. She rubbed herself over her skirt.

Harry let go of himself and stood up straight, his erection straight ahead of him as he wiped his face.

His hands went against the wall again, his breathing deep and shallow. Hermione wondered why he’d stopped. His hand lowered again for the second time, and slowly started pumping again. He was teasing himself… she knew what it was like, she did it to herself.

She started to understand… with everything Harry’s been through these past years, he must have had some sort of outlet, his own way of getting away from reality. Maybe they could share this?

A plan started to formulate in her pretty little head. Harry was getting near, and Hermione was getting ready for the first part of her plan.


Harry was about to cum, you could see him contemplating whether to take his hand away or not.

She went back behind the corner, her back against the wall and shouted.

“Harry! Are you in here?!” She couldn’t help but smile as she heard a ‘Fuck’ then heard a high pitched “Herm-“ Coughing to get the voice back to normal “Hermione, yeah I’m here… I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Oh sorry Harry… it just that the party has started and Ron got me to come down and get you.” She said still behind the corner.

“Its ok… actually Hermione… could you please pass me a towel?” Hermione smiled and came around the corner. He had the shower door closed a little, so you could only see his head.

“Where do you keep it?” Hermione looked around the boys changing room. She saw his towel on top of his clothes.

“Actually, found it.” She picked it up and handed it to him.

She was blushing furiously, and Harry couldn’t help but smile. He wrapped it around his waist, opened the shower door and walked out.

Hair dripping wet, running down his body. He put his hand through his hair flicking out the water.

She couldn’t help but look him over, she could see he was still hard, but hiding it well.

“Um Hermione… I better get changed before going to the party.” Hermione bit her lip. ‘Its now or never’ she thought.

“Go ahead, I feel like a shower anyway.” Harry stood there trying to work out what had just come out of her mouth.

She walked over to the shower and turned it on. Still facing the shower, she started to undo her tie, lifting it over her head. She could feel Harry’s eyes on her back, but continued.

“Hermione… I think… um… you know this is the boys changing room right? And well… I haven’t changed yet so…”

“Oh I know… don’t worry. I won’t look.” Giving him a wink while unbuttoning her shirt. He just stood there open mouthed; his towel tenting in anticipation.

She dropped her shirt to the ground. Hermione was wearing a deep red lacey bra. She reached around and un-clasped her bra dropping it on her shirt.

Harry could slightly see the sides of the breasts. She reached around the side of her hip letting him see her left breast side on and un-zipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground.

Her panties matched her bra. She pushed them down, bending to pick them up and put them on top of her clothes.

Her ass was fantastic.

She tested the temperature of the shower, satisfied with it, she got in, closed the door letting it bang back a bit so Harry could see… but pretended not to notice.

Not once had she looked around at him, not giving him any acknowledgement that he was even there.

He couldn’t believe she just did that. He was already so turned on from his shower, now to see know-it-all-Hermione do an almost strip tease in front of him got him hurting for release.
He wanted to get out of there so he could wank himself senseless, but found he couldn’t move. He wanted nothing more than to watch, but conflicting feelings got him thinking. Hermione was his best friend! he couldn’t stand here and watch. Could he?

She started lathering the soap in her hands, making it bubble up. She washed her neck, her arms making them bubbly and slippery. She turned a little, so Harry could see her clean her breasts, playing with them a little. Her nipples were dark and erect as she rubbed her breasts and stomach. Her hands went down to her right thigh and started scrubbin, and bending down her leg to her toes. Her breasts jiggling and hanging as she did so.

She stood up again and lathered her hands with soap again. Harry couldn’t help it. He sat down on the bench and rubbed myself over the towel. She started scrubbing the other leg just the same way as the one before, her hand moving in circles, water and soap making her look incredibly slippery.

She stood up again and put one hand against the wall the other cleaning her core. Harry couldn’t take it, he reached inside his towel and grabbed a hold of himself, tightening his grip and pumping slowly, trying not to make any sound as to not to disturb her.

She lifted her head back, letting the water fall on her face. She rubbed herself pretending it was Harry, moaning in the process. Hermione loved him watching her… it was only fair really. She saw him. She slowly stopped rubbing and started to go into the second part of her plan.

She awkwardly tried to rub her back, failing miserably. She wanted to see if Harry was even there, she hadn’t heard him say, or do anything.

“Harry… Are you there?” she asked facing the shower again.

“Yea – Um yes.” Hermione smiled… he was breathless.
“Are you dressed yet?” Harry freaked out all of a sudden. His hair was still dripping and towel now on the bench with his cock in his hand. He hadn’t even dried himself. He thought he’d be honest.

“Not yet…why?” hoping beyond hope that she would ask him to join her.

“Oh… I was wondering if you could do me a favour.” He got up covering himself again.

“You name it.” Hermione turned around and pretended to be shocked about the door being slightly open, she hid behind it blushing slightly – the blushing was easy, she was already so hot.

“Could you please wash my back? I didn’t bring my back scrubber”

“You are sure Hermione?” Harry wanted to be sure before pouncing in there and giving her what she deserved.

“You don’t have to get in… you could just put your arm in.” Harry couldn’t help but be disappointed.

He honestly started thinking she was doing this to entice him… or maybe he was just hoping.

“Sure.” He made sure his towel was wrapped carefully and strongly around himself, and walked up to the shower.

She watched him, blushing redder with every step. She could see his frustration on his face.

“How do you want me to do this?” He lamely put his arm in, while facing the other way. She held his arm, trying with all her might not to pull him in.

“Just hold it up like this” She put it into position, rubbed his hand with soap and put her back against his hand.

“Just rub now if you could.” Harry turned a little to see if she was facing the other way, which she was and rubbed her back with the soap.

She was slippery and wet, he wanted to push her forward, turn her round and fuck her every possible way. His hand rubbed her neck, then lower down her spine, rubbing little circles down towards her lower back. He wanted to go lower, and attempted to but she moved. He thought it meant ‘you’re going too far’, but she moved because she was getting so horny it was past the point of want… it was need.


He went back to just cleaning her back, feeling a little rejected. After a while he stopped and asked her.

“Is that alright? We should be heading up to the party.” Harry tried to not look at her… he was thinking rationally now. Hermione was his friend… and only a friend. She didn’t want him, or she’d done something by now. Hermione all the while was wondering why he hadn’t taken her already…. Surely he knew she was trying to seduce him… surely.

“Well.. I’ll change in the cubicle. See you up there ‘Mione.” Harry went to get his stuff. Hermione had to do this... now or never. Hermione peeked around the door to see Harry with his clothes over his shoulder heading towards the cubicle.

“Oh wait! Could you please do me one more favour?” Harry turned around.

“Sure…”

Hermione opened the shower door, revealing her beautiful wet body and curls, her hands rested on the door frame above her head, the look of violent lust in her eyes. Her eyes challenging as she said “Fuck me.”

Harry gulped. When the realisation of what she just said caught up with him, he was already half way there; his clothes thrown on the ground, he ripped off his towel, grabbed Hermione, picked her up, shoved her against the wall and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

‘She was teasing him… pay back time.’ His tongue forcing dominance, her legs wrapped tightly around him. His hands travelling all over her, her neck, her arms, her chest, her stomach.

He gripped hard on her thighs and he pushed and pulled her against him. Both lost in complete lust… not love, just raw fucked up hormonal lust. His cock could feel her curls before him, he could just withdraw a little enter her now, but not yet. He had to make her pay.

He kissed and grazed her lips, his fierce nibbling travelling to her neck. Hermione’s moaning and pushing his head further down, she brought her legs down and stood there while she ran her hands over his now wet body and hair, pulling slightly in frustration.

He cupped her breasts, kissing and sucking each nipple causing Hermione to throw her head back with a low seductive moan, and a quick in take of breath as bit her nipple. He kissed lower kissing her stomach, and navel. He licked just above the hair line, making her moan and push his head further down, but he refused and stood up and again, giving her a wicked smirk.

“You’re one wicked witch.” She gave him a look that said ‘really?’ and turned him around, pushing him against the wall and fell to her knees. She wrapped her fragile soft hand around his cock, and started pumping slowly, making Harry grunt loudly.

“Watch me Potter.” And with that she engulfed him. One long suck, making her mouth concave as she did so. “Fuck!” Harry gripped her hair wanting to push her head forward. Both eyes on each other eyes with a challenging stare.

It was a game now… who could make who cum first.

She licked around the tip and slit tasting him, wanting him. Her hand moving agonisingly slow. She smirked at him, and again engulfed him, using her hand and her mouth to pump him…this time, fast.
This quick aggression took him by surprise and he wasn’t ready…. He was about to cum… he wanted to cum, but he couldn’t! he couldn’t let her win now. He pushed her back so she landed on the floor with a splash, he got down and pushed himself against her.

She immediately wrapped her legs around him, pushing him against her, he kissed her madly while grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

She moaned and arched into him. With one hand he held both her hands and explored her amazing slippery body, her breasts jiggling and soft.

His hand slides over her stomach, over her curls and into her folds. She bucked loving the closeness, he explored her watching his hand as he did so.
He licked his lips sub-conciously and delved his fingers deeper into her. She moaned loudly and pushed against his hand, he smiled.

He was gonna make her cum first.

He pushed into her, the finger curving a little hitting her G-Spot. Her head was thrashing side to side, water going everywhere.

“Fuck me Harry!” she cried… he smiled cruelly and slowed his momentum. She almost hissed at him. He lined himself up at her entrance, still holding onto her arms.

Hermione biting her lip in anticipation and relief. But he didn’t want to fuck her yet… she needed to be teased.

He rubbed his cock through her folds, slowly with a lot of pressure. ‘Oh yes’ she moaned, she arched trying to get his cock inside her, but he wouldn’t, he teased her… but teasing himself in the process.

The bastard just kept smiling.

She wanted to scream at him, hurt him for doing this to her. He slightly put himself inside her, and she tried to push him further in but couldn’t move any lower… he was in complete control… he pulled out again, rubbing through her folds again… then inside her a little deeper now…out again.

”Bastard!” she screamed with everything she had in her, her breathing fast and chest heaving.

He looked shocked and without hesitation rammed himself into her.. ‘YES!’ she screamed wrapping her legs tightly around him.

They were both awkward; pushing and pulling at each other. He was deep inside her, and she needed more. She needed to hurt him, find release… nothing else mattered.

She pushed him over with surprising brutal force, Harry’s head banged against the shower floor. She didn’t care… she NEEDED this.

She glided him back into her, and rocked on him like a wild girl. Harry didn’t mind, he gritted his teeth, grabbed her hips and fiercely pushed deep into her. Hermione cried out… it hurt, but not as much as how good it felt. Her hair wet the water now splashing on her chest. She was about to come… Harry had won. She leaned back on one hand, getting his pulsating cock to hit g-spot, her other hand putting pressure on clit. Harry pushed harder, his butt coming off the ground… she was near….she could feel it take control….grip her…her body tensing everything inside, convulsing she screamed!

She smiled still pumping on him…. Harry couldn’t believe he hadn’t cum. Her breathing was still fast, and lent on Harry’s chest…. He kissed her and whispered… “My turn.” He cuddled her while pushing them both up. Her breathing still fast…”I’m yours.” She said with a completely satisfied smile…..

He swiftly turned her over, so she was on all fours. He noticed she was bleeding, but she didn’t give him any signs to stop; infact she liked it, she wanted him to.

He guided himself into her and pushed hard, making Hermione’s hands slip in the shower and have to regain her balance. The water splashing on her back. He had never in is life been teased for so long, he knew it wouldn’t last long. Gripping her hips, he pulled her into him as hard as possible, causing Hermione to moan loudly. He was too caught up to notice. Hermione pushed back. She wanted to make him cum well.

Harry was getting near… she could feel him stiffen more inside her, and she pushed back harder against him, making him grunt and moan, his breathing catching and hard.

He pulled out, and thrust in hard, pushing deep inside her. He groaned, and moaned in complete ecstasy pumping with all his might.

The shower started to run in spurts, and wind from nowhere blew strong.

The walls and doors creaked.

Harry was unable to control his power.

The shower door was banging against the shower frame as thrust harder into her.

Hermione pushed back harder, trying to give him as pleasure as possible.

The locker doors in the changing room banged all at different times.

Hermione could feel his power engulf her, and she couldn’t help but moan. The doors banging, the wind blowing, objects flying around the room. He’s panting hard, thrusting harder. Harry tensed inside her, stretching her even more. With an almost roar he came… Hard! The floor beneath them trembled.

Then everything suddenly stopped. The shower pressure back to normal. No doors banging.

He collapsed on her back, absolutely exhausted. Heart beating fast.

Breathlessly he whispered “Thank you”. He hugged her lamely.

She pushed him back so he was sitting on his heels, still holding Hermione. She lifted herself so he slipped out of her. Harry criss-crossed his legs, pulling her into his lap, holding her tightly now, his cheek against her back, gathering his breath.

Hermione hugged the arms that wrapped around her, lifting her head so the semi-warm shower blasted her face. She smiled into it. Wiping her face, she turned around and look at him.

He face was bright red, his breathing still irregular. He smiled tiredly – almost shyly at her and hugged her tight. She rested her head on his shoulder as he eased his breathing .

Their skin goosebumped as the now semi cold water sprayed them.

“Well… that was unexpected.” He said his shoulders shaking as he laughed. She laughed with him, and looked into his eyes. What gorgeous eyes.

“I’m sorry… you were all naked and beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.” He looked at her questioningly.

“You mean you… you spied on me?” She gave him a gorgeous little guilty look while biting her bottom lip. “You dirty little witch.” He started tickling her furiously, and laughed trying to stop him.

“No! No! ah! Don…don’t that tickles.” She tried to get his hands to stop tickling, but ending up lying back on to the floor. He sat on her waist, and held her arms above her head.

He started doing loud raspberries on her stomach. She was crying, it tickled so much. He stopped and lay down on top of her. He propped his elbow on the ground just under arm and rested his head on his hand.

She had to take deep breathes to stop herself from laughing. Little laughs escaping every now and then. He just watched her gain composure with a little smile on his face. Poking her in the ribs every now and then to make her laugh again. He loved to see her smile.

“Don’t...” she said with a big smile “We have to get out of here before we’re caught or something.”

Harry jumped up, and offered his hand to Hermione. He pulled her up and she almost slipped. She laughed again and Harry held on tight. His grip strong and powerful.

“Here… let me help you out.” He held on to her and opened the shower door, letting her step out of the shower.

She giggled and grabbed the towel from the floor. She wrapped it around herself… more for the warmth than anything else.

Harry turned off the shower, and got out. He wrapped his arms around himself.

“Shit its cold.” He said as he started to shake. Hermione whipped off the towel, quickly dried herself and handed the towel to Harry. He took it quickly and did the same.

They both got dressed and Hermione charmed them both warm and dry.

They looked at each… it all seemed so unreal. They smiled at each other.

“Shall we go then?” Hermione said gesturing towards the door.

“Yeah”. He walked up to her and kissed quickly. “Lead the way.”

She bit her lip and turned towards the door… Harry following close behind. He went to turn the light off but stepped back to double check he had everything. He saw something on the ground.

“Wait a sec.” He stepped closer to the bench and saw Hermione’s red panties lying on the ground. He bent and down picked them up quickly, stuffing them into his pockets.

He stood up and walked back to the door.

“Everything ok?” She asked stepping close to him.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He put his arm around her waist and guided her to the castle.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked. Harry laughed, not able to hold it in any longer.

“Sorry its just…. – cough – all that’s happened just… so surreal.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

The rest of the way to the castle was uneventful, anyone who saw them didn’t think anything of it, just thought they were standing closer than normal, but nothing unusual.

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They reached the Gryffindor common room with shouts from everywhere.

“Where the hell have you both been?” Ron shouted putting his arms around them both and pushing them towards the crowd.

“We’ve been…” Hermione started, then was interrupted with Harry.

“Well we got…” Harry tried to continue but Ron shouted.

“You’ve missed out on everything! He grab a seat, we’re playing strip poker!” Ron shoved Harry down on to a spare seat.

“Hermione… you wanna play?” Ron asked politely.

“What the hell… I’ll give it a go! but be warned… I’m great at poker.” Many ooohhh’s and laughs issued from around the table. Ron transfigured a chair for Hermione and put it in between himself and Harry.

“You both have lots of catching up to do.” Seamus said gesturing to the fire whiskey as he dealt the cards. “Who here thinks they need at least two shots each?”
Everyone at the table agreed, with lots of laughing and shouting.

Situated at the table in order was Ron, Seamus, Lavendar, Ginny – to Ron’s disappointment -, Dean and of course Harry and Hermione.

Ron grabbed the bottle and filled four shot goblets. He put them in front of Harry and Hermione. He whispered to Hermione “I know what your’re going to say about all this, but for ONCE could you please just play along?” Ron looked pleadingly at her.

“Ok Ron.” Hermione was all along going to play with them. She felt revived after her escapade with Harry, felt more alive than anything she ever felt before.

Harry and Hermione both downed the shot goblets and started playing strip poker.

Once into the game everyone had at least 2 items of clothing – a shoe or sock - off apart from Hermione. She wasn’t lying, she was good. Harry on the other hand sucked. He had already four piece’s of clothing taken off him… all suspiciously from Hermione.

As the game progressed, you could tell it just wasn’t exciting enough.

Lavendar spoke up. “Hey guys… how about we add a twist to the game?”

Dean asked “What did you have in mind?”

“How about… when someone wins… as well as picking someone to remove a piece of clothing… they also get to dare someone to do something?” Lavendar said excitedly.

“Um… Are you sure you girls could handle that? I mean… guys have pretty… um how do I say… detailed imaginations” Harry asked. The girls at the table stared disbelievingly at Harry. “What?”

“You think we can’t handle a dare from a bunch of horny guys?” Ginny said. “Ginny!” Ron screamed. She just shrugged a ‘What?’ while Ron covered his eyes from embrassement.

“Yeah Harry… you don’t think we could come up with something just as bad?” Lavendar asked.

“Well –“ Harry was interrupted by Hermione “Becareful what you say Harry. We may just have to pick on you.”

“I…. OK FINE! Lets play… I’ll show you just how imaginative a male can be.”

“That is if you actually win a game.” Dean whispered. The girls laughed, and Harry just scowled at him.

“You know…I think I’m gonna like this game.” Hermione stated. The people around the table looked at each other. Hermione had won almost every game.

“Well Hermione… I think you should be an exception to the rule.” Ginny said. Hermione gave her a ‘what do you mean’ look. “How about… everytime you win, you have to remove a piece of clothing –“ Hermione interrupted “WHAT! No way! That’s mean.”

“Well considering you haven’t actually removed any piece of clothing yet… it kinda fits.” Ron said agreeing with Ginny.

“No it doesn’t fit Ronald… Whats the point of the game if you can’t win?”

Lavendar chipped in. “You do know this is strip poker… right? The point of the game is to get naked. That’s the point! How about we make it fair” She looked around the table for support. “how about… everytime Hermione’s wins, she gets a choice between a dare, or to remove a piece of clothing” – “BUT” Hermione interrupted – “And once you have done that… the next time you win you get to dare someone and get someone to remove something.

“So…..every second time I win… I get to dare someone?” Lavender nodded. Hermione thought about it for a while. People nodded in agreement to Lavendar’s suggestion.

“Ok.. I’ll do it.”

The game started and Hermione won. “Ok Hermione which is it? Dare or clothes?” Lavendar asked.

“Clothes.” Hermione reached down and removed a shoe.

Hermione won the next game and got to dare Harry to 50 push ups. Purely for the girls entertainment.


Around the common room people had either drunkly falling asleep or went to bed. They seemed to be the only ones up. Hermione looked at the time. It was 2pm.

Lavendar won a game, and got Harry to remove a piece of clothing. He removed his shirt. Folded it, and put it next to the chair. All girls had big smiles on their faces.

“Why do you have to pick on me?”

“You got smart… you pay the price. Hermione… I dare you too…” Lavendar looked around at the boys. “To sit on… Ron’s…NO! Harry’s lap for the rest of the game.”

To Hermione that sounded like an easy dare. She got up with no hesitation and straddled his lap facing the table. Lavendar gave Hermione a smile that Hermione could only interrupt it as – I’m so evil.

The next game Hermione won.

Hermione had taken her second sock off and realised her next turn she’d have to remove her Shirt, bra, skirt or panties… which wasn’t going to happen considering she wasn’t wearing any panties. Hermione realised then depth of Lavendar’s dare. She wanted to get Harry excited… and a woman undressing in his lap would definitely get any teenage boy excited. Hermione gave Lavendar a shocked look. She just smiled.

Ginny got dared to straddle Dean and kiss him for 10 seconds.

Harry had to remove his pants, leaving him in only his boxers with an excited wriggling shirtless Hermione in his lap.

Lavendar got dared to crawl across the table sexily towards Seamus and remove her shirt slowly – a dare from Harry.

Ron was dared to bite Lavendar’s nipple through her bra… as you could probably tell…everyone was getting worked up, and the dares were becoming more intense.

The game took a whole new level, and everyone was scared but extremely excited about what was going to happen next.

Ron won a game. By then Ron, Seamus and Dean were in their boxers. Lavendar was in a bra and skirt just like Hermione. Ginny – to Ron’s displeasure – was wearing her bra and undies. And Harry was still wearing his boxers. With the way the game was going Harry couldn’t help but push against Hermione. The thought of her not wearing underwear, and everyone thinking still had them on made him almost groan. Hermione could feel Harry hard against her, so she wriggled more to excite him.

Harry seemed to be folding a lot. His attention elsewhere.

“Lavendar… remove a piece of clothing.” Ron watched excitedly. Lavendar reached under the table and removed her knickers, and waved them in the air. They were see-through black. “I dare you and Hermione to make-out while kneeling on either side of my… um Harry’s chair.”

“Bastard!” Harry choked out with a smile. The “Fuck yeah!” came from Seamus.

“Sorry mate” he leaned in and whispered. “If I said myself I would have looked like a dick… but you’re right next me.” Harry couldn’t reply.

Hermione gulped. Lavendar got up and purposely walked past Ron. Her hand brushing his shoulders as she walked past.

Hermione got up and they looked at each other. Hermione was nervous, but Lavendar had a big smile on her face. Hermione looked around the table. The men almost crawling over the table to get a better look. A rush went through her. She looked down at Harry. His eyes wide with excitement. He was leaning forward to hide his erection. His legs open a little. Both girls smiled at each other.

“Poor Harry… I think we may have teased you just a bit too much.” Lavendar said just a little too sweetly. He just smiled lamely.

Both girls dropped to their knees on either side of Harry. Harry breathed in deep. He had to lean back a bit, revealing his bulge through is boxers. He jumped a little when both girls put their hands on Harry’s thigh. Harry put his legs closer together.

Hermione and Lavendar leaned in, their breasts pushing against Harry’s thigh. Their lips touched and parted. Tongues reached out to touch each other, and both girls seemed to melt into a kiss.

Hermione felt a little uncomfortable with this all. But it was exciting. Harry obviously liked to watch this, so she thought she’d have some fun with it.

This kiss ended almost as quick as it had begun and Ron cursed himself for not specifying a time limit.

Lavendar sat back in her seat, and Hermione sat back down on Harry’s lap. Harry pushed hard against. Hermione was getting excited too. She wanted to turn around and kiss him furiously, fuck him hungerly.

Dean won the next game.

“Seamus. Remove your last bit of clothing.” The girls whistled but quickly shut when Dean said. “All you girls. Take your bra off.” Dean was looking down at his cards with a smile on his face waiting for the shouts of ‘You can’t do that!’ but to his surprise no one said anything. No one DID anything. Lavendar and Ginny looked at each other. Lavendar shrugged and removed her bra. Ginny did the same, quickly folding her arm over her chest. Ron looked disgusted… but he didn’t say anything. If he did… he may not ever be able to see Lavendar and Hermione with their bras off.

Hermione looked at them both. Hermione didn’t want to do it for a minute. Almost bailed out, but Harry put a reassuring hand on her thigh. Hermione put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra for the second time that night. Holding the front part until she could rest her arm over her breasts.
Because she was sitting on Harry’s knee, the people at the table could see her beautiful stomach, and the bottom of her breasts. She looked so sexy… it had everyone almost drooling.

Ron hurriedly picked up that pack and dealt the cards. The girls were ackward getting and holding the cards with one hand, but succeeded.

Lavendar won.

“Ron, remove Your last piece of clothing.” Lavendar. Ron wiped his face “Bugger.” He hid himself with one hand and pushed his boxers the rest of the way down. His erection evident, but he pushed himself closer to the table and started expertly shuffling the cards with both hands. Lavendar with a cheely smile peeked under the table. Ron just smiled.

“Gin. I dare you to make out with Dean while sitting on the table in front of him…. For as long as Dean wants you to.” Ginny went red. Ron started to fume, but Lavendar silenced him, putting her finger to her lips. Ginny got up. Her arm still covering her chest. Dean pushed his chair back for her. Ginny sat down on the table in front of him. Her creamy thighs wide for him to stand in front of her. He gulped and stood up. Ron was about to get up too. “I can’t take this…” Lavendar got up and raced over to him. She turned his seat around, sat him down and sat on his lap.

Ron just stared at her boobs.

Lavendar watched as Dean grabbed her waist, and kissed her furiously. Ginny arms went around Dean’s neck, pulling him closer to her. Lavendar looked down at Ron.

She kissed him hungerly while pushing herself against his hardness. His hands immediately touching her, pushing her into him.

“Oh my fucking god.” Seamus said bright red. His hand under the table working its magic.

Hermione turned around on Harry. Harry shook his head.

”Kiss me Harry.” She leaned in closer to him. “Fuck me Harry.” Harry stood up surprising her. He picked up his and Hermione’s clothes, leaned into her and whispered. “You’re not a slut Hermione, and I’m not gonna treat you like one.” He grabbed her hand, and pulled her up to his dorm.

Before Hermione closed the door to have fantastically kinky sex with Harry, she took one look back at her class mates.

Lavendar pumping hard on Ron, with his hands grasping tightly at her hips.

Ginny on all fours on the table, Dean thrusting hard into her…. Seamus crawling onto the table in front of Ginny. His cock pointing directly at Ginny’s hungry mouth.

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Next Chapter:

Hermione and Harry’s fantastically kinky sex…. Does anyone have any really good kinky ideas for our favourite couple? And don’t say ‘Shit’. You’ll make me want to hit you.