Keeping Secrets

“Ron,” Hermione hissed.
Ron glanced over his shoulder. “What, ‘Mione?”
“You won’t believe what I just found out,” Hermione whispered in excitement.

“I just saw Harry in an empty classroom. Harry is a-”

She suddenly sensed a presence behind her and quickly stopped talking. Turing around, she saw Harry had come up behind her. She swallowed, hard. If Harry had heard her, she was in trouble. She’d mad a magical promise not to tell anyone what she’d just seen, but had added a little loophole that his right of demanding a favor of her could only be enforced should he actually catch her telling the secret.

After all, it was only right that Ron should know as well that Harry was a Metamorphmagus.

But Harry didn’t seem to notice her nervousness. He just smiled at them. “Sorry, Ron, but I need to talk to Hermione for a moment. Do you guys mind?”

“Go ahead, mate,” Ron replied, oblivious.

“Sure,” Hermione answered nervously. He just wanted to discuss what she ahd seen, surely. When they’d moved away, she whispered, “Harry, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I was just coming to terms with it myself,” he replied, grabbing her arm and guiding her down the hallway to a small closet-like door. “No one can hear us here.”

Hermione entered. It was a small room with a rug on the carpet, with a chair in the middle and a large mirror hanging on the wall. Harry walked over to the chair and dropped into it. “I didn’t think you could handle it,” he replied. “And I was right. First thing you do is run to tell.”

Hermione cringed. “I’m so sorry, Harry. But I thought he had a right to know. We can handle it.”

“Well, we’ll never know about Ron. But yes, I think you should learn to handle it.” There was a sudden glint in Harry’s eyes. Hermione took a step back, confused and suddenly nervous.

“I – I said I was sorry…”

“You will do whatever I tell you to do for as long as I want,” Harry interjected smoothly, but his cheeks were flushed with what looked like excitement. “Didn’t think I’d catch the loophole, did you? Take off your clothes, now,” he ordered. “No talking if you know it would deny me anything that I want.”

Hermione opened her mouth in horror, but couldn’t utter a word. Two could play that game. As slowly as possible, she started to unbutton her shirt. “As fast as you would usually do it,” Harry ordered.

Her face flushing with shame, Hermione took off all her clothes, shielding herself from him. Harry just laughed, and opened his robes. Underneath, she could see a straining bulge in his pants. Watching her face, he casually freed his cock.

Hermione stared. He was an impressive size, around eight inches long. “What do you want me to do?” she whispered. Against her will, she felt a wet burn start to build up between her legs.

“Get on your knees and crawl towards me and suck me.”

Hermione felt her body respond to his commend, and knowing it to be pointless, she didn’t fight. When she reached him, she knelt between his open legs and drew him into her hot, tight mouth.

Harry let his head fall back as he focused on the exquisite feeling on Hermione’s lips around his cock, slowly but surely taking more and more of him in until her mouth was tight around the base of his shaft. He grabbed her firmly by the hair and pulled her away. “Now watch and see what a Metamorphmagus can do.” He focused on his penis, and let it grow an inch longer, enjoying Hermione’s arousal and fear battling in her eyes. “Now continue.”

Hermione tried, but as soon as she tried to go all the way she started gagging. Harry momentarily held on her head, enjoying the feeling of her mouth tightening helplessly around his throbbing member. But then he let her pull away. With a shove, he pushed her flat on her back. “Stay there.”

“Harry, I won’t tell anyone…” Hermione shut up when he sent her a furious stare. He quickly removed his clothes, and then knelt between her open legs.

He touched her folds, and she couldn’t hold back the moan. She was fiercely aroused, and the fear of what he might do to her only heightened it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I wouldn’t want you to think I’m lenient.” He looked at his thickening penis, and smiled.

“That’s too thick!” Hermione cried out.

Harry smirked. “We’ll find out.” He positioned himself at her entrance, and then paused. For a moment, he let his penis drop, so he was brushing against an entirely different hole. But he relented when Hermione froze. “Very well, then,” he murmured, and drove into her as hard as he could.

It was a good thing that he had soundproofed the room, because her cry would have been loud enough to alert everyone. Harry grabbed her jaw and forced her to look him in the eye. Hers were filled with arousal. “Every time you make a noise, I will get thicker and longer. If you come, I will punish you more.”

Hermione didn’t even have time to answer because he put her legs over his shouders and started ramming into her, hi face a mask of concentration. Every time his cock drove home, she had to bite on her arm to keep from crying out from the pleasure of it. It hurt, but the experience of being used so roughly only doubled the pleasure.

She couldn’t keep an occasional cry from escaping, as she felt herself nearing an undeniable climax quickly. Everytime she did, she could feel his cock thickening and lengthening, seeming to pulse harder and harder as he pistoned his hips against her.

Harry’s whole body was gleaming with sweat. “Keep the orgasm just like you can keep a secret,” he gasped out between gritted teeth. “Prove to me you can keep your mouth shut.”

“I- I – Oh!” Hermione didn’t make a sound as the orgasm ripped through her, the pleasure so intense. Her whole body arched like a bow, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Harry jerked out, dripping from her juices that flowed over him and onto the floor.

Harry tsked and waited till she collapsed, her whole body shaking. “Punishing you is hard,” he murmured. “Look how huge my cock is.”

Hermione looked down and felt a fresh wave of desire hit her. His cock was at least ten inches and extremely thick, red and throbbing as the hot blood coursed through him. “looks like I can handle a Metamorphmagus, then,” she murmured smugly.

Harry sat back, arrogance written all over his face. “You should see the look on your face. Get up and get on your knees in front of the mirror.” When she did, he crawled behind her. “Now bend over so your chest is on the floor.” Hermione did so, and she could see her flushed face, with her rounded arse sticking out behind her.

Harry grabbed his wand, and slid it inside the folds of her wet cunt. She whimpered, feeling sore. “So wet,” he whispered. He reached over and grabbed her hair, forcing her head up so she wouldn’t miss anything. “No moving or talking,” he whispered. “We’ll see if you can handle all of a Metamorphmagus.”

He pulled his wand out, and then rested the tip against her puckered arsehole. She couldn’t move or speak, but he saw the sudden realization in her eyes. He grinned wickedly as a spell released a large amount of lube deep inside of her, and then pulled his wand out.

“Actually, you can talk. Because I want to hear you as you take me, again.”

“Harry, you’re too big! You’ll – “ The rest of her words were lost in a scream of shock as slid his huge member inside the tight, wet hole and stretching her beyond anything she’d ever experienced. He gave her no mercy as she cried and begged, but set up an even more brutal pace than before. His other hand that was not grabbing her hair reached under her and began to pinch and twist at her swollen clit.

He felt her ass spread open every time he lunged forward, and let himself go as wild as he wanted. When she was on the verge of an orgasm, he allowed her to move. Her whole body began to shake, and her soreness made itself known. Hermione let out a choked cry as she came, her muscles tightening almost painfully as she writhed and bucked under him.

Harry knew she was beyond spent, and let himself finally spurt inside, knwing that with his size increase, so did his cum. He moaned in pleasure as he felt spurt after spurt of pleasure rock him to his core. He pulled out of her and grabbed the chair, pulling it so that he could sit facing the mirror.

He picked her up and sat her on his lap so she too was facing the mirror. He slid her down slightly, and then slowly pulled her legs apart, so that her red pussy and gaping asshole was visible to both of them. As both watched, his cum began to trickle out of her ass.

“And that,” Harry rasped in her ear, “is what happens to naughty witches who don’t keep their promises.”

Hermione was slumped against him, to drained to even struggle to close her legs as Harry’s seed continued to spill out as fast as his secret had from between her lips. “I learned my lesson,” she whispered, and because she could see their reflections, she saw him smile.

“Oh, I don’t think you did, Hermione. Not by a long shot.”