Chapter 3: Into the Lair of Badgers
Harry lay comfortably, almost asleep, Hannah's weight comfortably resting on his chest when he heard a rattling noise. It took a few seconds for his sleep-addled brain to process that it was coming from the door, as it was being forced. He could see panic rising inside, as they weren't exactly in a stranger friendly state. "Fuck," he whispered even as he stood up, pulling a sleeping Hannah together, forcing her to stand up. Wanting to fix their precarious situation, he quickly summoned his invisibility cloak, aiming to cover both of them.
"What's going on?" Hannah murmured, feeling wobbly due to abrupt awakening. Though she somehow managed to palm her wand despite her state, keeping it slightly raised.
"Someone is at the door, so we are hiding," Harry bluntly explained, his full attention on making sure that no body part was peeking underneath the cloak.
It took a few seconds for her to comprehend the situation, then she gasped, saying "The bed, we need to get rid of it!" A vanishing spell left her wand as she swung, targeting the stained bed lying on the ground. However, drowsy and panicked rarely proved to be a good combination for spellcasting. Impressively enough, her intent, vanishing the bed went through without a hitch. There was still a mishap, though. The area of effect had stretched a little farther than she intended, vanishing almost all the clothes scattered across the room, only her panties escaping the fate, only because they were currently under the cloak.
Not wanting to be caught due to a shocked exclamation, Harry placed his hand over her mouth, preventing any noise as they waited for the door to open.
A few seconds later the door got unlocked, and a vaguely familiar looking student, one of the Ravenclaw Prefects if Harry was not mistaken, peeked inside, checking the room's contents. Hidden under the cloak, Harry and Hannah managed to escape his eye, but some of the cards from the game and a half empty whiskey bottle were still on the ground, the tables were scattered. The Prefect entered the room and started to fix the tables, taking an occasional sip from the looted bottle.
Thanking his lucky stars that it was a Prefect instead of a teacher, Harry led Hannah outside, making sure to pick up her underwear on the way, tying it to his wrist. After all, he hadn't wanted to leave his trophy behind. Harry removed his hand only after making sure they were reasonably far away from the classroom, and no one else was around, expecting her to make some noise for one reason or another.
Hannah's first move was to burst into a flurry of apologies. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. I swear it was an accident, please forgive me!" she said, spewing excuses without taking a breath.
Harry throw his arm on her shoulder, slowly patting in a comforting manner. "No worries. And nothing really bad happened, so no need for apologies." He pulled her to his chest, waiting for her hysterics to subside.
"So what to we do now," she asked after a few seconds, feeling calm again.
Harry let a disarming smile on his lips as he let his hand fell a little, slowly caressing her back, "I don't think we have many options. Best course action is to escort you back to your dormitory, sneaking back after you are safely in your room."
"Can't we just transfigure some clothes," Hannah asked, "It would be much easier."
Mentally, Harry agreed that it was a good solution, but admitting it meant missing the chance of a midnight stroll as their naked bodies snuggle each other. "You can, but what if some errand spell hits and destabilizes them, not to mention we cannot transfigure something as elaborate as your robe, and something plainer might catch people's attention. Would you like to explain to your year mates why you needed to change your clothes in the middle of the night? But if you want to take the risk…" Harry rapidly bombarded her with explanations, overloading her already confused mind.
"You are right, it is too risky" she agreed before actually considering what Harry said.
"Lead the way," Harry said in a cheerful voice as he took a half step, positioning behind her. Then he rolled his arms around her stomach, pulling her body close enough that their bodies are almost touching.
"Harry, what are you doing," she gasped, caught flatfooted with his brazen action.
"Well, we need to stay closer, or the cloak won't cover both of us," Harry rationalized. "Do you want to flash half of the school just because one of us stumbled."
"Of course not," she said, her blushing as she unintentionally imagined them naked, in the middle of the common room, every pair of eyes stuck on them. Choosing not to protest further, she started to walk towards the common room, with Harry behind her.
Harry grinned as they traveled towards their destination, occasional collision of their bodies making the journey extremely enjoyable for him. And like every hot-blooded male, the touch of a beautiful, naked female body was more than enough to awaken him again.
"Harry, be careful with your thing," she complained, referring to his full mast poking her behind at every small stumble. She tried to maintain a stern tone, but it was melting closer than ice in a desert.
"Well, I can't help it. It's impossible to control, especially when I'm in close contact with such a fabulous lady." Harry could see that even her neck was blushing with the sudden compliment. Noticing the compliments stopped coming, Harry decided to kick things up a notch. His hands slowly sneaked to her hips, pulling them back so that their hips was in full contact, his cock lodged into her asscrack.
She paid no comment to their new arrangement, but Harry could hear her gasps whenever they took a long step, causing his cock to move sharply, tracing the valley between her cheeks. Wanting to push her a little more, one of his hands left her hips, palming her lavish breasts instead. "Harry, no!" she exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by any passerby.
"I'm just thinking you, sweetie. It cannot be comfortable, walking without a bra, so I decided to support them a little to help you relax" he said as his fingers sank into her soft, delicious flesh.
As the common room got closer, Harry started to get even more brazen. His hips movements started to become exaggerated, his spear traveling between her ass cheeks impudently. But, only gasps was leaving her mouth instead of complaints.
When they arrived at the entrance, they had to wait for someone else to pass by to slip inside unnoticed, not willing to subject themselves to the vicious gossiping of the portraits. Meanwhile, Harry pulled back a little, his shaft getting dislodged from its comfortable resting position. He broke his knees a little and pushed forward again, his cock getting lodged between her thighs, her wetness rubbing on the top side whenever Harry moved his hips.
Her mind stuck on the arousal by his movements; Hannah failed to react in time for the first two time someone passed through the entrance. She managed to catch it the third time, though it was mainly thanks to a Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw couple, taking their time with their good night kiss.
As they take a step into the common room, Hannah let out a relaxed breath, thinking the journey was almost over. However, Harry had other ideas. Pulling back a little, he grabbed her hips solidly, momentarily stopping her from going forward. Hannah turned towards him, wordlessly inquiring about the reason. However, her face was alight with a panicked understanding just a second later, when she felt his shaft, pressing to her entrance. She opened her mouth with a wordless no, trying to dissuade him.
Harry paid no heed to her silent request as he pushed inside her wet, tight tunnel; almost being sucked inside after all the teasing. Her mouth opened to let out a moan, too aroused to hold them inside; but Harry was ready with her panties gathered in his palm, plugging her mouth.
They started moving again; Harry was plowing deep into her in every step, causing her to let out muffled moans. Hannah's legs were already trembling when they reached the bottom of the stairs; every step up was a sweet torture as Harry's cock was reaching places that never been touched before thanks to the angle.
Only after they reached the top of the stairs, Harry remembered the wards protecting the girls' side. He didn't know why they hadn't activated but decided to leave it to a later date, his focus on more important matters.
Harry gazed upon the beautiful sight in front of him as they took the final steps towards her room. Her face was alight with pleasure; her moans could be heard despite the makeshift gag. A light sheen of sweat was covering her body, shining beautifully under the candle light.
They finally arrived Hannah's room, stepping through the open doorway. Hannah slammed it after their passage, in a desire to prevent others from listening her voice. However, she noticed one important detail only after she pushed the door. Her roommate, Susan, was sitting on her bed, lazily browsing a magazine.
Harry also noticed her presence in the room. He pulled the gag out in an attempt to make things more interesting, his spear still ravaging her insides. Leveraging the fact that his hands were not needed to direct her steps anymore, he reached towards her gorgeous globes, squeezing hard enough that his fingers left red marks in their wake.
Trying to hold her voice down was a challenge that was getting harder and harder as Harry's continuous drilling continued to pick up the pace. A challenge that she started to fail under the rough but pleasurable movements of Harry's hands, mauling her body, an occasional stray moan escaping her lips once a while. Hearing the noises, Susan started to look around suspiciously, but her eyes locked on the wall, falsely blaming the next room for the moans for the errand gasps.
"Well, let me help you with that," Harry whispered, referring her attempts of keeping the voice down. He caught her lips with his own, plunging his tongue into her mouth for good measure, their tongues battling.
As expected, Harry's solution wasn't a total success, a muffled gasp escaping the confinement once in a while. Harry also noted as the noises continued, Susan's anger and shock were replaced with a blush, coupled with a slightly intrigued expression. He soon got distracted by another kiss, but he met with a pleasant surprise the next time he glanced towards Susan's location. She was sitting there, her hands wondering across her body as she lay on her bed, eyes closed. A few minutes later, she stood up and started undressing.
Wanting to see her reaction to the sudden change of scenery, Harry suddenly slowed his thrusts, causing Hannah to turn towards him. Harry said nothing, only pointing towards the auburn beauty currently in the process of shedding down her clothes.
Hannah watched wide-eyed as Susan stood tall, clad only in her underwear, her hands playing with her bust, so big that it looked like they were about to escape from her bra. She turned towards Harry, intend to stop him from watching. "Harry, stop looking-" she started, only to be silenced by a scorching kiss, leaving her breathless for several seconds afterward.
Meanwhile, Harry was enjoying the way Susan's underwear was clinging to her body. Her enormous breasts looked like they were about to destroy the bra, in an attempt to escape from their restrictive prison. Her panties were only marginally better, clinging into her ass that barely hid anything.
Meanwhile, Hannah managed to gather herself and started speaking again. "Harry, I said,-" she began, this time, her speech cut by a strong pinch on her nipple, followed by a sharp push of his shaft, causing her to moan so loudly that Susan glanced towards them, almost suspiciously.
"Did you say something," Harry whispered, a cocky smile on his lips, as his eyes found Susan again, observing as she snapped open the hook of her bra, revealing a pair of breasts that had no right to be attached to a girl that hadn't stopped developing yet. Harry hummed appreciatively as he did a quick mental calculation, determining that indeed Susan was bigger than both Lavender and Hannah by a significant margin, answering a question that plagued his year mates through many late night discussion.
Convinced that Harry would not comply with her request, but too far into the pleasure to cause a bigger stink about it, she went with the adage, if you cannot beat them, join them. So both of them watched as Susan slipped out of the last piece of her underwear, revealing her womanhood, adorned by a small patch of auburn hair.
Heat spreading to her body, she didn't put any resistance as Harry led her to the showers, preceding Susan by a few steps. Hannah found herself watching as her friend turned on the water, her wet body almost glowing. She shockingly realized that the view was making her even more aroused.
"Well, somebody is enjoying herself," Harry whispered, teasing the normally shy girl. "Who would have guessed that shy Queen of Hufflepuff was so dirty that she would enjoy peeking at her best friend in the shower while being impaled."
Hannah hadn't deigned to answer the question, too deep into the pleasure to feel any shyness. However, she started to whimper as Harry's fingers found her button and began to tease, supporting his thick shaft, going in and out rhythmically. Her hips picked up speed, feeling too impatient for his slow pushes. More and more moan started to slip out of her lips, the loud voice of shower only barrier preventing Susan from hearing.
Harry said nothing, just enjoying the feeling. His eyes locked onto Susan as she started playing with herself, one hand slowly caressing her sensitive breasts while other hand found her clit, gently drawing circles. Feeling too aroused to keep his slow pace, his hands took a hold of Hannah's hips, stilling them for a moment, then started to plow into her furiously, feeling full of energy as he watched Susan detaching the shower head, using pressured water to aid her hand as she played with herself.
It proved too much for Hannah as she lost almost lost control of her voice, her moans getting louder. Thankfully, Susan was already too far into her own pleasure to notice she was too far away from the wall, therefore, shouldn't be able to hear these pleasure filled gasps anymore. "Faster, Harry, please go faster," she gasped, as silent as she could manage in the circumstances, not quite a whisper, but silent enough to escape Susan's notice.
"You love this don't you, you little slut," Harry whispered. "Being fucked from behind, as you watch your best friend masturbate to your noises. Who would have thought that white rose of Hufflepuff was such a wanton girl."
Too far gone to answer, she focused on his movements, his powerful thrusts driving her towards the climax. Feeling an impending orgasm, she moaned, "Oh Harry, I'm almost there."
Hearing this, Harry started to pump her even harder. It didn't take long for Hannah to start shuddering, fluids flowing out of her, coating Harry's spear. Harry's furious pumping slowed down to a trickle, enjoying the way she was trembling even as he went in and out, his eyes still locked on Susan. It didn't take long for her to finally reach her orgasm, trembling under the hot water.
A satisfied expression on his face, Harry opened the door carefully after checking to confirm Susan's eyes was still closed, then led Hannah back to the room.
As they stepped back into the room, Hannah was thoroughly satisfied. And she assumed that it was the same case for Harry. This was why she was surprised when he pushed her into her bed with no warning, the invisibility cloak pulled off her in the process, causing him to disappear from the view. "Harry, what are you doing?" she asked, then she felt his weight next to her, their bodies touching under the bed covers.
"You wouldn't force me to go back to my dorm in such a state, would you?" Harry asked, the thickness pressuring her ass enough to clear any confusion about what the 'state' referred to.
Hannah's tongue was frozen for a second, as his hands snatched her breasts, his callous fingers sinking into her flesh marred with fingerprints and bite marks. She could feel her resistance crumbling quicky. "Susan is about to get out of the shower, we're gonna get caught!" she said in a last ditch effort, fearing that they might get busted despite the invisibility cloak.
"Well, it is too late," Harry said, referring to the opening of the door. "She is already here."
For a moment, she considered feigning sleep, but before she could employ her plan Susan's glance fell towards her bed, their eyes meeting for a moment. As Hannah thought what to say, she could feel that Harry started to move, his shaft probing her entrance once more, his fingers feeling like fire as they caressed her flat stomach.
"Oh hey," Susan started with a cheerful voice, momentarily distracting her from what Harry was doing. "Are you feeling okay, your face seems a little red?"
"Yeah, just tired," she answered, trying to keep her voice as flat as possible. Last thing she needed was Susan, fussing over her health. "Just a bit tired."
"Not really a surprise," Susan answered, chuckling a little. "It is almost four o'clock." She stopped for a second, carefully gazing at her face. "Are you sure you are well, your face is so red," Susan said, taking a few steps towards her, touching her forehead. "And you seem to be a bit warm, are you sure you are okay?"
Hannah gulped a bit, her eyes instinctively shifting towards her bosom as Susan leaned on, the towel covering almost nothing from that angle. She could feel her pussy moisten as her mind turned to near past, remembering Susan under the pressured water of showers, her slender fingers circling her womanhood, occasionally slipping inside. She gulped, trying to get her mind out of the gutter. "Yes I am well," she answered.
"Are you drunk," Susan asked, trying to link the dots, but arriving at an entirely different picture.
"NO!" Hannah shouted her answer. It wasn't her intention to cry, but as she opened her mouth, Harry showed his cock into her tunnel completely, without any warning, resulting in a momentary vocal failure.
"Okay, okay," Susan said as she moved to dry her hair. "It was just a question, no need to bite my head off."
Hannah relaxed a bit, her attention turning back to the pleasurable actions going on under the covers, a detached part of her brain appreciating weirdness of the situation. A few hours ago even the second base was looking like a big deal, but now, she was being plowed under the covers as she spoke to her best friend like nothing was going on. However, it didn't take long for her to get disturbed from her musings by another question.
"Why were you so late, by the way, Ernie arrived a couple hours ago, and he was dead drunk," Susan said, giggling at the last part.
"Yeah, we were playing some poker, but they decided to drink a little to spice up," Hannah answered, trying to distract herself from Harry's hands, grabbing her backside.
"So, who else was in the game?"
Hannah chewed her lips, trying to decide what to say. "It was me, Zach, Ernie and… HARRY! " she said, last part coming as a shout as he pinched her nipple.
"Oh really!" Susan asked in excitement. "So Potter was in the game too." Her voice gets a little playful as she continued "Considering Zach was the one carrying Ernie, and the enthusiastic manner you shouted Potter's name, should I be concerned about your chastity." Hannah suddenly froze, it was an impressive shot in the dark, considering it managed to hit the dead center.
"What a joke," Hannah said, trying to laugh, but it came more like a moan as Harry slowly started to pick up the pace, stretching her insides as he plunged deeper, faster. Another moan escaped her lips when as Harry shifted a little, peeking out a little, sinking his teeth into her breast like he was marking his territory before pulling back to his cloak's cover.
"Can you believe they are going more than half hour, almost uninterrupted," Susan suddenly commented, pointing to the wall. "And they are so loud, it's like the wall is made out of cardboard," she complained.
"Yes, how disrespectful," Hannah agreed, her face blushing even more. This elicited a chuckle from her roommate, muttering about her shyness.
"So, where were you after you guys separated from the others," she asked, excited. "Don't tell me you were with Potter all night long."
"No," she refuted. "I met with a couple of girls from Beauxbatons, and we didn't notice it was already that late."
"Oh, so unlucky. Imagine spending this night with him, how exciting. He is so dreamy, I just wish that he grabs me and pulls me into a cupboard, having his way with me," she said, giggling as she passed a comber through her shining hair.
"Well, I'm sure it can be arranged," Hannah said, being completely candid.
Their discussion tapered off at this point Susan slipping into her imagination land with an imagined Harry Potter while Hannah focused on the things being slipped inside her by the real one. She placed her hand on her mouth, hoping the suppress her involuntary cries. But even this wasn't enough to prevent them from escaping as Harry's movements changed from rhythmic to frantic, sending electricity across her exhausted body. Feeling another climax was evident, she pressed her face into the pillow, muffling her desperate moans as her world exploded. She could feel something wet spraying on her ass, marking the completion of the main event.
"Are you okay?" Susan suddenly asked, worried by her muffled cries.
"Nothing, it was just a cramp!" Hannah quickly tried to placate her, the last thing she needed was Susan to come near her and to see her condition.
"Okay, but say if you need any help."
"Sure," Hannah mumbled, already feeling sleep taking a hold of her. She leaned back, enjoying as Harry slowly rubbed his body. She thought about taking a shower, but she didn't think she would be able to stand up, not to mention the bed was feeling too cozy to leave. She decided to take one after a few minutes of rest, and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
Harry sighed in content, enjoying the weight in his chest. With a slight hesitation, he pulled his arm under her, leaving the bed. However, he was a bit careless while standing up, causing the cover to fall down a little, revealing Hannah's upper body partially. Before he could reach to conceal, however, he heard a gasp. He pulled back, unable to do anything since he was invisible. He could see Susan walking towards Hannah, a shocked expression on her face, no doubt due to her nakedness.
So he took a step back, waiting for Susan to cover her up. He watched, enjoying as Susan walked closer, still clad in a short towel that was barely covering her jiggling bosom and most of her long legs. He thought she was looking a little too excited, but did nothing. Instead, he took a position behind her as she leaned in, enjoying the treasures revealed by the short towel.
Susan reached her shoulder and gently shrugged Hannah, whispering her name for a few times for good measure, causing the covers to slip open a little more in the process. What she did next, however, managed to blew all of his expectations away. Convinced that Hannah was in deep sleep, Susan pulled a chair next to her bed, sitting down. Then, she reached Hannah's cover, and started to pull off carefully as her other hand untied the towel, revealing her glorious body to Harry's gaze.
Surprised with the sudden turnaround, Harry just stood in the corner, wondering how much it would escalate. He did nothing to prevent it, after all, Hannah enjoyed an unsolicited voyeur moment earlier tonight, why should he deny the same to Susan?
So Harry just observed as Susan plunged her fingers into her wet pussy, moaning silently. Hannah's covers currently around her stomach, her perky tits on full display. Harry's shaft started to rise, though it wasn't really a surprise under the current circumstances. Almost absentmindedly, he reached and began to play with himself, as Susan continued masturbating to Hannah's half revealed body for almost a full minute, before leaning in, reaching for the covers once more.
However, with her eyes getting used to relative darkness on this side of the room, Susan noticed the state of Hannah's breasts, several red bite marks contrasting with her fair skin, crossed by other, finger shaped abrasions. Her neck was riddled with hickeys and kiss burns. The view left her gasping in shock, but to Harry's amusement, her hand hadn't slowed even for a bit.
"You slut," Susan whispered, but her voice was full of awe instead of anger like Harry would expect. With her initial response to Hannah's naked body, Harry was ready to assume Susan was playing for the home team, but considering the excited reaction to Hannah's battered body, she probably wasn't gender discriminate in her attractions.
She continued playing with herself, one hand teasing her globes, other going in and out. Then, presumably feeling adventurous again, she pulled the covers off completely, revealing Hannah's naked body. Her eyes shifted to her puffed up womanhood, its state hinting about the sinful times it experienced earlier the night.
"You lying whore," Susan gasped as her fingers quickened in response to the enticing view, her imagination burning with various scenes. Then she noticed the white liquids on Hannah's back, correctly guessing what they were if her eager expression was any indicator. She leaned in, and scooped a small piece with her finger, smelling. Satisfied with the smell, her tongue peeked out of its confinements, first tasting, then gulping all of it.
Enjoying the taste, her hands reached Hannah's cheeks once more, scooping a generous serving of Harry liquid. Then she sat back, sucking some of it off her fingers, while spreading the rest on the fair skin of her breasts. Seeing his stuff spread onto her chest was making Harry even more aroused, though if her gasps were any indicator, she wasn't that far behind. She continued playing with herself, taking deep whiffs off the musky smell covering her chests.
Harry could feel that an orgasm was close. Seeing Susan was fully occupied with her impending release, her eyes closed, Harry decided to take a little risk. Pulling his invisibility cloak a little, his shaft was revealed, pointing at Susan's direction as he continued to stroke. Seeing Susan tremble and moan in her own explosive orgasm proved too much for him. He let himself go, spraying her tits with a fresh batch.
Under the thrall of her own pleasure, Susan didn't notice supplementary additions, her hands spreading it across her body as she absentmindedly rubbed her body.
"Damn, that was kinky," Harry whispered as he slipped out of the room, not trusting himself to not to do anything if he continues to stay inside. His mind was already full of the things he could do next, and spoiling them in a hurry wouldn't be that nice.
Chapter 5
The Fun Way to Friendship
Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor common room, a huge smile adorning his usually expressionless face. His mind was playing back the events of the earlier part of the night, enjoying the fact that the ball had been a total success. He was definitely glad to study the materials Dobby picked up from the muggle world, as they were most helpful teaching him to what to do, and what not to do in his encounters.
Then he started to wonder about the material in the Magical size pertaining the sex, for example, did something like sex magic exist? Making a note to search the library on the issue, he passed through the entrance, still under the invisibility cloak.
When he arrived at the common room, the only thing in his mind was taking a quick shower then sleeping. However, his plans were momentarily derailed when he noticed someone sitting in the corner of the room. Ordinarily, he would just pass, but he felt a little curious about the reason someone would be slumping in a dark corner in this late hour.
As he started to get closer, he heard some muffled moans, moans that were quite familiar after tonight's activities. Careful not to make any noise, he sneaked closer.
Seeing the view, his jaw almost dropped in surprise. He didn't know what he expected, but it definitely wasn't Alicia, sitting with Angelina's head between her legs, her robe carelessly open, moaning as a tongue danced around her bud. Her hands were her own naked breasts, kneading. Her mouth was open in a perpetual state of bliss, but she managed to keep her moans almost undetectable despite the small distance.
Angelina's state was even more erotic. She chose to ditch her robe completely, wearing only a skirt that was gathered to her stomach, and a shirt that was already open, only a bra preventing view of her supple breasts. Her panties had slipped to her knees, revealing her moist womanhood. Her hands were on Alicia's thighs, slowly caressing.
Not one to lose such an opportunity, Harry made himself comfortable as he watched. Unfortunately, their little adventure didn't last long. Hearing some footsteps getting closer, both girls jumped up in panic, fixing their attire quickly before dashing up the stairs, leaving a disappointed Harry behind. With a sigh, he started to climb the stairs, looking balefully to the boy who dared to disturb such a beautiful sight. Feeling a little angry after losing such a pleasurable sight, he had hit the boy with several prank spells with delayed effects, then went to his bed after taking a long shower, falling asleep almost instantly.
Tired by the last night's activities, Harry woke up quite late for the boxing day, missing both breakfast and lunch. He dressed up quickly, then left the room, aiming to visit the kitchen for a quick bite. In the common room, his gaze met with Hermione's for a second, but she broke the eye contact and started walking towards the portrait opening, a devastated expression on her face.
Seeing her in such a state, Harry suddenly felt bad. Yes, she didn't take well when his name came out of the cup, but unlike Ron, she didn't actively work against him. And thinking back, it wasn't just Hermione just dropped the ball on that issue, almost all school has screwed Harry one way or another. With a quick decision, Harry decided to mend the fences with her.
Decided on what to do, Harry dashed behind her, catching up before she got too far away. "Hey Hermione, how are you?" he asked with a warm tone.
"I'm good," she managed to stammer, surprised with the warm reception after being given the cold shoulder for so long. "How are you?"
"Still a bit tired from last night," he said, noticing her expression darkening again with the reference to last night's events. "I was going to have something to eat from the kitchen, would you like to join me."
"Sure!" Hermione said almost instantly and started to walk next to him, starting to chat, though there was a bit hesitancy in the way she talked. Harry noticed that she was religiously avoiding any topic that might be even a little controversial whether it be the tournament or their estranged friendship. She even managed to refrain from mentioning the constant suffering of the House Elves as they ate in the kitchen under their hospitality. The way her eye twitched a little whenever one of the little guys passed a little too close to her was especially entertaining for him.
After the late launch, they walked aimlessly a bit more, when Hermione asked, "Harry, do you know what the second task will be?" She tried to stay casual, but it wasn't hard the hear the undercurrent of worry in her tone.
"Yes," Harry said, but not giving any detail.
"Well!" Hermione said, as always not handling the suspense well when she was curious.
Harry chuckled at her bossy demeanor, and was about to answer when he noticed the golden opportunity in front of him. "I can show you if you want." Watching her nod wordlessly, he smiled and started walking again, gesturing her to follow him. After a quick climb to the seventh floor, they found themselves on a large bathhouse, containing a large pool.
"What is this place, Harry," she asked curiously.
"It's a place I discovered this year, and it puts prefect's bath to shame."
"But why are we here?" she asked with a little bit trepidation.
"You need to be underwater to be able to hear its message."
"How interesting, she murmured, then suddenly blushed a little. "Harry, I don't have any swimsuit in here."
"If only we had a way to somehow transfigure one thing to another with a wave of a wand," Harry said with a smirk.
"Jerk!" Hermione said but chuckling together with him. She went to the one of the partitions to change.
Using the opportunity, Harry shed his clothes completely, transfiguring his boxers to a speedo. He started to fill the pool with bubbles and adjusting the lights, creating a nice atmosphere in the room. Then he entered to the pool, which was deep enough to swim, but only deep enough to cover his shoulders when standing still.
Meanwhile, it took several minutes for Hermione to leave the changing room, but the result was more than sufficient to justify the waiting period. She was wearing a set of red string bikini that showcased her developing body acutely. The top barely covered a quarter of her creamy, developed breasts, not preventing them from bouncing at her every step. The bottom consisted of two tiny triangles, tied together with a couple of flimsy strings, giving the impression that they were about to snap into two with first sudden movement. The sway of her hips in every step was further enhancing her beauty.
"Milady," Harry said, extending his hand to help her, but not neglecting to show his gaze, starting from her legs and slowly crawling upwards.
Hermione just giggled, but the smile that touched her lips had a vindictive quality to it. Harry assumed she was somehow taking revenge from Lavender, or thinking about some other weird thing, not that Harry had any problem with it. Harry watched as she slipped into the pool, foams creating a cover for her body.
"Want to listen to the message," Harry said, opening the egg underwater. They spent next half hour discussing the implications of the song when Harry suddenly stopped discussion by splashing water at her.
"How dare you," Hermione exclaimed, as she splashed back, and just like that, a small water fight broke out.
After splashing each other for a while, Harry lunged towards her grabbing and lifting her out of the water. "Harry no! Don't do it," she exclaimed, but her laughs destroyed any chance of being taken seriously. She shrieked as she fell to water/ When she got out, there was a huge smile on her face, but missing something vital.
With a half smile on his face, Harry pointed a piece of red fabric, floating calmly amongst the bubbles. She squeaked as both of her arms gathered around her breasts, shielding them from the view. "Let me get them for you," reaching them in a couple of strokes.
Hermione looked a little conflicted for a few seconds, then said okay in a small voice.
Smiling, Harry moved behind her, a bit closer than strictly necessary, watching as Hermione's arms get released from their position, though the bubbles were mostly hiding her treasures from his view. Harry wrapped the top piece around her torso, pulling the strings, his fingers touching her back. He could feel her heartbeat getting faster, and hear her breathing getting deeper. "All finished," he said, making no attempt to pull back his hands from her back.
"Thanks, Harry," she said, turning, carefully keeping the distance small so that her chest was occasionally rubbing Harry. She leaned in, and whispered, "Last one to reach the edge loses his swimsuit," she said, then immediately starting to swim.
"You cheeky minx," Harry exclaimed a second later, starting to follow her. With his larger arms, it hadn't been hard to overtake her, waiting for her to finish with a full grin.
"I… lost?" she stammered, her face flaming red.
"Yeap," Harry said, not missing a bit from his smile. "And since you are the one to choose the bet…"
Despite her blush, a daring smile appeared on her face. "Oh, Harry. You are not acting very gentlemanly today."
"You are right," Harry said, pretending like having a revolution. "Letting you remove your bikini is unacceptable behavior." He smirked at the sudden disappointment on her face before continuing. "As a gentleman, I need to help you of course." He took a step towards her, chuckling at her shocked expression. He positioned himself so that she was trapped between his body and the pool wall. His arm encircled her body, reaching towards the knot he just tied in a minute ago, releasing it in one swift movement. His hands started to trail from her back to front, pulling the top in tow. He reached to her perfectly shaped breasts, letting his hand graze her soft skin, slowly pulling the fabric away.
"Oh, Harry," she moaned as she felt his chest rubbing her nipples, their faces almost meeting.
Meanwhile, Harry's hands slowly moved down, tracing edges of her body until they reached the strings that were holding the bottom, untying them with one swift tug, pulling it away completely, leaving it at the corner. Tipping his head a little, he watched her lips cracking, her head moving slightly to meet on the midway. Feeling mischievous, he pulled at the last minute, leaving her hanging. He chucked as he got away a bit, saying "Let's swim a bit." He started to get away with a bit, then removed his own speedo. "To keep things fair," he said as his hand emerged, throwing the speedo at Hermione, then he got away with broad strokes, leaving a bright red Hermione behind.
He could hear her swimming behind, trying to catch up. He intentionally let her catch up with him, holding his breath as she grabbed his shoulder, pushing him underwater. Harry chose not to resist, made sure he was turned towards her as he got dunked. Opening his eyes, he drunk Hermione's beauty, distorted by water. Her body was getting closer in an attempt to keep him underwater for a while. He wrapped his arms around her loosely, kissing her belly, feeling her giggle. Upping the ante a little, he started to move up, placing small, lingering kisses across her body, passing through the valley between her breasts, resting a bit on her delicate collarbones before starting on her neck. His head finally back to the surface, number and intensity of his kisses increased, but he pulled back again, gazing into her eyes. "Hermione," he spoke with a serious tone.
"What?" Hermione asked, a bit panicked, discerning the sudden seriousness in Harry's voice.
"Before we go any further, you need to decide on something," Harry said.
"What do you mean?" she said as she pulled back a little, looking a bit sad.
"Even if we do this, I'll still be with other girls. It would be better if we stop there if you cannot accept this." He looked a bit sadly at the crushed expression on her face, but continued, knowing it needs to be said. "Only if you want to be a part of this we can continue."
"What!" she shouted, disbelief clear in her rant. "You think I will be a part of such a -", but her rant got stopped by a pair of lips, sealing her own. She tried to push him back, but he grabbed her hands holding.
Harry continued kissing her for a few seconds, but feeling her still struggle, he let her hands go, his kisses slowing to a still. A sudden deep sadness filled him as he felt her pull back, surprising him in its intensity. He felt a sudden slap in his cheek, punishing him for his impudence.
"How dare you can ask me something like that?" he heard Hermione's voice, alight with passion. He closed his eyes, trying to keep sudden tears inside, even shocking himself. In his depression, he almost missed her next words, "…but I'll take it anyway."
He would have thought that the last part was a figment of his imagination if it wasn't a pair of lips seizing his. His lips started to move, kissing her back, feeling her cry. Feeing weirdly upbeat thanks to her acceptance, his hands began to wander over her body, teasing her every sensitive area.
They stayed there like that for a long time, kissing in the middle of the pool, hands drifting at each others' bodies. Feeing that was enough, Harry suddenly palmed her hips and pulled up, her legs wrapping around him in response. Gasping as Harry's manhood slid inside, she leaned in and started kissing him, almost in a frenzy, as Harry walked out of the pool, using the stairs that were going out of the pool. Then standing still, he imagined a bed, using the room's accommodation abilities.
When arrived at next to the bed, he carefully laid her on the bed, their bodies still connected at multiple points. His hips started to move back and forth without stopping the kiss, their tongues battling. Harry felt pleasure spread to his body, his length fitting inside her, wet and hot.
"Harry, push deeper," she gasped, short of breath as they finally separated for a little breathing break.
Never one to disappoint, Harry thrust deeper and deeper, until she devoured his whole length. Feeing he was fully inside, he started to rock back and forth, slowly drilling inside her. "I love the way your pussy is grabbing my cock," he whispered into her ear.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, feeling a little ashamed.
"Are you ashamed of a little dirty talk," Harry said with a slightly mocking smile, plunging into her completely. "Well we need to cure you of that, so I will not move as long as you don't ask explicitly."
She looked at him, her eyes sparking with a little anger, but melting when she saw his mischievous yet encouraging expression. "Fu-" she tried to start but felt her tongue freezing. Already missing Harry's movements, she steeled her will power, she whispered, "Fuck me." Seeing his encouraging expression, she repeated a few times, each time getting louder, becoming shouts after a while.
Harry had no problem catering her this particular wish as he plunged inside her, pumping faster and faster at her every shout.
"Oh fuck me faster you magnificent bastard, shag my hot, wet cunt," Hermione exclaimed, her earlier shame ground to dust under Harry's potent pounding.
"Somebody got a foul tongue, it's for the best if I try to cure it somehow," he said, smirking, before starting yet another kissing marathon.
They continued like that for a while, tangling the sheets as they continued. Pulling back from the kiss, "I'm about the cum," Harry whispered.
In response, Hermione gave no acknowledgment other than wrapping her legs around him, trapping him inside. Not feeling particularly sorry about being caught, Harry continued drilling rapidly, releasing his load inside her, triggering an earth-shattering orgasm in his partner.
"Oh Harry, it was unbelievable," she whispered in a content tone.
"Was?" Harry said with a predatory expression, biting one of her breasts, "Honey, we are just starting…" Gripping her waist, he rolled, positioning her on top. "Now that I'm at your mercy, what are you going to do."
"Riding you until you dry sounds like a good idea," she said before placing her hands on his chest, starting to rock her hips slowly back and forth. Harry's cock was quickly growing inside her, sliding comfortably in her over-lubricated womanhood.
Feeling enticed with her bouncing, perky breasts, Harry grabbed them, slowly kneading, his fingers toying with her hard nipples.
"Oh Harry, I love the way your cock is ravaging me," she exclaimed as she jumped up and down, on his length.
Grabbing her hips, Harry started to move his hips in rhythm, enhancing both of their pleasure tenfold.
Missing his touch on her breasts, Hermione leaned on, bringing her nipples in front of him. "Oh Harry, suck my tits," she shouted.
His eyes getting a little bigger with the anticipation, he raised his head a little, catching her nipples with little effort, his teeth sinking into her supple flesh. Happy with their positioning, Harry picked up the pace, pumping her as the minutes flow rapidly, one of his hands finding her nub, drawing circles around it to further enhance her pleasure.
Hermione suddenly whimpered when she felt his shaft leaving her womanhood, missing it already.
"On your feet and knees," Harry said with a commanding tone.
Hermione was already in position enthusiastically waiting as his cock probed her entrance once more. "Oh Harry, push it inside, don't make me hold on," she exclaimed, moaning as he pushed his cock in, plowing her in rapid strokes, the noise of flesh smacking flesh echoing in the room, occasionally accompanied by a soft spank to her rear end. "Oh Harry, this feels great, hit harder," she gasped.
"As you wish, my princess," he said as his slaps got hard enough to leave red patches on her delicate backside.
"Oh Harry, I'm so close."
"Me too," Harry answered. It took a few minutes for him to finally release his load inside, triggering another orgasm in her.
She just lay there, riding the wave of pleasure, feeling Harry's arms around her.
After staying still for a while, she started speaking, "Harry, I'm still not sure about the fact that there will be other girls."
"That's because you are only looking through the negatives," Harry said, with a naughty smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" she asked, intrigued.
"Well, let's start with Lavender. How would you feel about…"