Chapter 18: The Taste of ChocolateChapter TextChapter 17: The Taste of Chocolate
Hermione huffed to herself and swatted the hand once again, wandering up her thigh.
"I'm trying to read Harry." She chastised the raven-haired teen.
"You're always reading. I'm just trying to suggest a fun alternative."
Hermione rolled her eyes, pointedly ignoring the devilish smirk that was splayed across his lips. A smirk which never failed to make her go slightly weak at the knees and ignite a smouldering fire in her core, mind you. Huffing once more, Hermione readjusted her book and turned the page, trying her best to shift her attention back to the words before her as Harry stared back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
With November fading and only two weeks left before the end of the semester, the two friends had found a nice corner in the common room overlooking the sprawling snow-covered ground to enjoy each other's company before the winter holidays began…
…At least that had been the intention.
Hermione sighed heavily through her nose before placing her book down and shooting Harry an irritated glare.
"What's the matter, Mione?" he asked with his voice dripping with amusement.
Hermione counted to three in her head, crossing her legs tightly to both fight off the draught blowing up her skirt and hide away her now bare slit from prying eyes, before answering
"Harry," she hissed in a barely contained whisper. "Re-conjure my underwear right this instant! That was one of my favourite pairs!"
Harry leaned back with a smirk, a pair of pink frilly knickers held between his fingers. "You mean these?"
Hermione bit back her shout of panic and quickly snatched the cottony knickers from his grasp, stuffing them in her bag hurriedly as she surveyed the room to ensure no one had seen. The sound of Harry's chuckles brought a blush to her cheeks. Reaching over, she smacked her friend-turned-lover in his arm with as much strength as she could muster.
"That was not funny!" She hissed.
Harry shrugged, still chuckling as he accepted the blows. "It was a little funny 'Mione." At her glare, he held his hands up in mock defeat. "Alright, alright! Sorry, I was just joking!" He laughed. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"Hmph! You can start by letting me read in peace! Honestly, I would have thought you'd be satiated enough after last night," she huffed, picking her book back up and flipping to the correct page.
Harry smirked at the bookworm's words. True enough, the two of them had spent the better part of yesterday evening tangled together beneath the sheets of a conjured four-poster bed within the Room of Requirement. Hermione had been a bit…miffed he'd been spending so much time with other girls and had all but demanded an evening alone with him. Harry of course agreed to her request. He certainly wasn't going to complain about getting another night alone with the sexy bookworm. Needless to say, they had thoroughly exhausted themselves last night. She'd been particularly feisty during their coupling, and it was only with generous use of the blemish-removing charm that neither of them was currently sporting a myriad of hickeys across their necks.
Though Harry thought as he took a quick peek at the inside of Hermione's upper thigh, it seemed she kept some as souvenirs.
The deep burble love-mark clashed against her creamy, pale skin. It was hidden enough that you'd only be able to see it if you knew it was there in the first place, but that only made Harry wonder which other ones she had decided to keep. He had, after all, explored practically every inch of her body with his mouth the night before. The thought of doing so again had Harry's hand wandering up her thigh once more.
'SMACK!'
"Honestly!" Hermione chastised again. "If you can't control yourself then find somewhere else to be a lecher! Weren't you going to visit Ron anyway? The Hospital Wing's visiting hours are almost up!"
Harry rubbed his hand from where Hermione had smacked him with a stinging slap. "Ow! Fine, I'll go visit Ron, seeing how you don't seem to appreciate my company," he said with faux hurt.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her book. "Good. Mayhaps if you behave for the next few days, I'll consider the lunch with you and Cammi idea you proposed last night."
Harry whirled around from where he had stood, all traces of teasing and humour gone from his face, and instead replaced by excited disbelief.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes really," Hermione sighed. "If she's going to be a part of your life for the long run then I may as well get to know her. Now shoo! You know Madame Pomfrey hates it when people show up so late in the afternoon."
Harry did as he was told, quickly making his way from the Gryffindor common room and down the grand staircase. Three days prior, Ron had accidentally eaten a box of chocolates on Harry's bed, thinking it was an early Christmas present to him. Said chocolates had actually been dosed with a love potion keyed to Romilda Vane. Harry had found his friend, giggling and cooing over the erotic photo Romilda had included with the chocolate hours later. Being a good friend, Harry had all but dragged his friend down to Slughorn's office, intent on getting the potion master's aide to flush the drug from his friend's system. All in all, it was a pretty funny situation in hindsight and would certainly be no cause for a trip to the Hospital Wing.
…Yet then came the wine.
Harry still can't figure out why he accepted the man's offer for a drink. Sure, he was doing his best to get the information Dumbledore needed from the man, but a staff member offering a student a drink was odd, no matter how you looked at it.
He had barely pressed the glass to his lips when Ron fell. At first, he and Slughorn thought the love-drunk teen was simply a lightweight. Harry had been to enough Quidditch after parties with him to know it only took two shots of fire-whiskey to get Ron absolutely smashed after all. Yet when his friend began to convulse, Harry then knew something was truly wrong. Slughorn had been useless, and it was only Harry's quick actions that saved his friend. It was pure luck that he'd read about bezoars in HBP's book the night before. The poison had done some damage, though, and thus Ron was required to stay in the hospital wing for the remainder of the semester, something the red-haired boy wasn't very happy about.
Harry strode into the Hospital Wing, spotting the familiar shock of red hair almost instantly. Ron, in turn, spotted him as well, the boy's face cracking out into a relieved grin as he tossed the Quidditch magazine he'd been reading aside.
"Thank Merlin, you're here!" Ron breathed. "Sitting here doing nothing has started to drive me barmy, mate!"
Harry chuckled and quickly took a seat at his friend's bedside. "Sorry I came by so late today. How are you feeling?"
Ron waved him off and adjusted himself so as to sit up straighter, the action causing his friend to wince slightly in pain.
Harry stamped down the stab of guilt he felt at his friend's discomfort. He couldn't help but partially blame himself for his friend's current state, though a much bigger part of himself was furious at the true perpetrator. It didn't take a genius to figure out who most likely poisoned the wine, especially after Slughorn mentioned he had intended to gift it to Dumbledore for Christmas.
Draco had taken the failure with the necklace as expected. Thankfully, Pansy was spared from the blonde ponce's wrath, having played her part in the ruse perfectly. To Draco, it was simply seemed as if the compulsions on the necklace failed as Katie continued on as normal even after the package was firmly deposited into her bag. Malfoy spent the next week or so quietly fuming, his normally sour mood cranked up to an eleven, something that amused Harry greatly. In the end, though, Harry knew it had been only a matter of time before Malfoy tried again, just not so soon. His annoyance with Dumbledore was only growing as well with every single one of the ferrets' failed attempts. Before it had involved someone he was close to and he had thankfully been there to ensure Katie was unharmed, this time though, his best friend had been caught in the crossfire and nearly killed, despite Dumbledore's assurances that he'd be 'keeping a closer eye on things'.
Such bullshite.
"No worries. Just bloody sore for the most part. Madame Pomfrey says the healing regimen is working loads better than expected so I might be healthy enough to get released earlier than she first thought." Ron explained.
Harry nodded, relieved that Ron was healing better than expected. The next hour was spent chatting and joking happily with his friend. They spoke about the regular topics: Quidditch, how much of a bastard Snape was, and girls. The latter of which Harry was surprised Ron had his own story to tell about.
"It just kind of happened, y'know? Guess it took me getting poisoned to work up the bloody nerve," Ron said. "I invited her over for Christmas and she said yes!"
"Congrats mate!" Harry clapped his friend on the back. "I'm sure you and Demelza will make a great couple."
Ron nodded with an appreciative smile. "Hope so. Mind you, it's not like I've got it as bad as you." At Harry's confused expression, Ron snorted and gave him a small shove. "Oh don't give me that look! It's not exactly a secret that you're sleeping with both Lavender and Parvati! Blimey, those two practically brag about it every chance they get!" The redhead laughed. "And don't even get me started on you and Katie. Everyone on the team knows you and her shag in the showers after every practice! I had to stop Andrew from walking in on the pair of you last time!"
Harry stamped down the rising blush he felt in his cheeks at being caught and nudged his friend back. "Fuck off!" He said as Ron continued to guffaw. "Just 'cause you're hurt doesn't mean I won't bloody curse you, you prat!"
That only served to make his friend laugh harder as Ron doubled over once more with wheezing breaths of mirth.
"I do believe I told you to get some rest, Mr. Weasley." The voice of Madame Pomfrey cut through the redhead's laughter like a knife. The matron approached with a tray laden with various vials. "And as for you, Mr. Potter, visiting hours ended twenty minutes ago. You'll need to return to your dorm and leave Mr. Weasley under my care for now." As she said this, the Hogwarts healer busied herself with sifting through the various potion vials, picking up a few at a time and handing them to Ron.
Ron looked at the various vials in his arms with disgust before throwing Harry a pleading look. Harry snickered and shook his head in return.
"Sorry mate. If I was able to drink three vials of Skele-Grow, then you can handle that," he said, gesturing to the potions. "I'll see you tomorrow though, yeah?"
At Ron's resigned nod Harry retreated, bidding both his friend and the stern Matron goodnight as the Hospital Wing doors closed behind him.
He made it all of three steps- Well, two and a half really- before suddenly colliding headlong into a small black-haired form.
Said black-haired form squeaked in surprise, flailing about in shock before grasping the front of Harry's robes in a tight grip as they fell backwards. Harry had only but a moment to react, quickly pulling the figure close to his chest and using their combined downwards momentum to roll, forcing himself to take the brunt of the impact with the hard stone floor.
He landed with a grunt, the hard stone beneath him contrasting with the surprisingly soft body now lying atop his chest. It was then that he finally got a good look at who exactly he'd run into, or perhaps who ran into him.
"Ehm–Hi Harry." Romilda Vane said shyly from where she lay wrapped tightly in his arms. A deep red blush was radiating brightly from her cheeks, and her purple eyes hung heavy with embarrassment.
"Hello Romilda," he said gently. "Fancy meeting you here. Would you mind…" He trailed off, unwinding his arms from around the girl's slim waist.
"Oh!" she said, realising what he meant. "Yes, sorry!" The raven-haired witch quickly scrambled to her feet, even going so far as to offer him a helping hand as he, too, stood.
"Thanks," he said, brushing himself off. "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
At his question, Romilda looked down to her feet in embarrassment as she shifted from one foot to another.
"I–uhm–just wanted to apologise to Ron. Y'know…for the chocolates."
Ah, Harry thought, his eyes widening in realisation. She felt guilty then- partially blamed herself for Ron's injury because of the drugged sweets.
Harry gave the girl a look of understanding. Reaching forward, he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"You can't beat yourself over it, Romilda, this is in no way your fault. It wasn't the chocolates that poisoned Ron."
The girl gave him a shaky smile but frowned quickly once more.
"You're not angry with me then?" She asked quietly. "For the love potion?"
Harry snorted and shook his head. "I won't say it didn't make me a bit miffed, but in the end, no real harm was done. Not from you at least." At the girl's unsure look Harry leaned forward and continued with a whisper. "Plus, I think the photo you slipped in with the chocolates more than made up for it." He added, shooting the girl a teasing smirk.
The blush from earlier returned to the younger witch's cheeks with a vengeance. The deep red hue permeated her tanned skin, though it only served to make Harry very aware of just how cute the lithe girl was.
Cute, but also downright sexy under the right circumstances, he thought.
He wasn't lying when he said the picture more than made up for her little love potion stunt. After wrestling it from Ron's love-drunk hands, he was able to get a good look at the sexy little minx's gift to him. Clad in only a pair of Christmas-themed stockings, Romilda was posed atop a chaise lounge chair with her petite arse held aloft in the air. One of her arms rested atop the chaise to support her while the other reached around to grasp one of her tanned arse cheeks and spread it to the side, revealing her glistening pink slit and her crinkled arse-hole with a red-jewelled butt plug planted firmly inside. The coy little smile she sent back to the camera, along with an animated wink from the picture's magical effects, showed a more sultry, teasing side to the girl before him than her current stammering, blushing visage.
"You know," he said, leaning even closer to the girl. "If you wanted to get my attention, you didn't need some silly love potion to do it. What I saw in that picture was more than enough to pique my interest."
Romilda had begun to step back instinctually, barely making it half a step before she bumped into the hard wooden Hospital Wing door. "I-It was?" She stammered.
Harry smirked and palmed the wall beside her, his form towering over the short girl. The action actually made the raven-haired beauty shiver in delight. Gone was the heavy shine of shame in her eyes, replaced now with an almost sparkling sheen of excitement and lust.
"Oh yes," he chuckled, inching closer and closer to the girl's lips. "In fact- I'd love another peek if you're willing."
He didn't give her a chance to answer, instead pushing his lips firmly against her whilst Romilda squeaked in surprise. Her squeak quickly morphed into a satisfied moan, however. In moments, all the tension and nervousness seemed to almost melt from the girl as their lips danced together. She sighed happily, her hands grasping the front of his robes to pull him closer just as Harry slipped his tongue between her pouty, full lips.
Slowl,y his hands slid up her thin waist, dancing over her ribs. The cusp of her perky breasts ghosted over his fingers through her uniform blouse first, barely even a graze really, but it was enough to have Romilda pulling away with a shaky moan.
"C-Can w-we find somewhere a b-bit more private?" She asked, her lips swollen and chest fluttering with her aroused breaths.
Harry chuckled lowly and pulled the girl close to him.
"I know just the place."
"Oh M-Morgana!"
The cry of pleasure echoed within the Room of Requirement as Romilda thrashed upon the very same bed he and Hermione had made use of the night before. Not that she knew nor really cared about that in the current moment.
Harry smirked to himself as another gasping moan was torn from the petite witch's lips. He'd chuckle at the sheer tenacity of her euphoria if it weren't for his tongue currently buried between her soaked folds. The tangy taste of her cunt permeated his senses entirely. Her thrashing body did little to disrupt his current goal of driving as much pleasure from the girl's moistened cunt as he could. In fact, her uncontrolled spasms of pleasure fueled Harry's resolve, causing him to grip her thighs harder and move his tongue even faster over her swollen pearl.
"Yes! Oh fuck yes Harry! M-More!" Romilda cried.
Her perky tits jiggled with every heaving breath the girl took. Her hardened nipples, stiff and pointed, sat atop each of the small mounds already bruised and swollen from when Harry had all but mauled them minutes ago.
Each flick of her clit, every suckle, lap, and wholly worshipful action of his tongue against her cunt brought another strangled cry from the petite witch's lips. She was getting close. Harry could feel it, and so he increased his pace. His tongue moved at a blazing speed between her folds. She was practically gushing with arousal at this point. Her legs shook within his grasp as each moan came out more breathy and strangled. Romilda's eyes were clamped shut desperately as she fought not to let the sensations between her legs overwhelm her.
It was too much for the young with though, and with a mighty cry of passion, she came.
"HARRRRYYY!"
Her wail reverberated off the stone walls around them. If it weren't for her thighs wrapping tightly around his head, Harry was certain his ear drums would've ruptured from the sheer intensity of her scream. The splash of her slicked girl-cum against his chin was his reward as Romilda shook with orgasmic tremors above him.
"P-Please!" She begged, her pussy still spasming with pleasure. "H-Harry please! I n-need you!"
He hummed against her quivering snatch and pulled away. Wiping the thick layer of her juices from his chin, Harry stood and looked down at her from where she lay on the bed. Romilda met his stare with a look of intense need. Her teeth held her bottom lip firmly between them as she rubbed her slickened thighs together. Her hands teased her perky, swollen breast as she stared back up at him, practically pleading for him to fuck her. Harry smiled and grasped her thighs once more, spreading them apart slowly to reveal his prize. Though he'd just been face-to-face with her hairless cunt, Harry couldn't stop the throb of excitement that ran through his cock as it teased her outer folds. Romilda surprised him with a giggle as she reached down and helped guide him to her precious entrance, her slim hand barely fitting around his girth as she ran his swollen head up and down her soaked pussy.
He pushed inside her without a word. Her inner walls were snug and tight around him. They gripped him like a velvety hug as he slowly sank deeper and deeper inside her needy cunt. Romilda only made a single small squeak before her eyes clenched shut and she bit her lip hard. Her fingers grip the bed tight, but there's no pain or resistance in her posture. Harry takes the sound as encouragement and grips the raven-haired witch's hips tightly as he finally hilt himself fully within her quim and begins to slowly rock his cock in and out of her damp folds.
Part of him feared he would break the lithe girl. She was nearly as small and petite as Ginny, and though the chaser took his cock well enough, Romilda wasn't a headstrong Quidditch player like Ginny.
His fears were for nought, though, as with thrust, Romilda's gasps of pleasure only grew, making Harry's confidence in her ability to handle his cock rise. Ever so slowly, he began to increase his pace, pushing his cock deep inside her pretty little cunt with increasing force- stretching her out undoubtedly farther than she's ever imagined. He watched as Romilda threw her head back with a screaming moan after just a few hard thrusts- pink lips forming an 'O' shape as she wailed in sudden pleasure.
She was cumming. The sudden climax was surprising enough, and the tightness of her walls constricting around him almost forced Harry to halt his thrusts as they became borderline painful. He continued, though. The feeling of her quivering cunt felt simply too heavenly. As Romilda screamed and thrashed beneath him, Harry slammed his hips forward with blazing speed. Her poor, gushing cunt was his to use at that moment. The squelching lewd noises of her soaked quim being absolutely drilled nearly overwhelmed her loud cries of climax.
Her hands came up to claw at his chest. The stinging pain of her nails digging into his flesh left no doubt in his mind that he'd leave here with a fresh series of scratches gouged into his skin, but in that moment, he could hardly care.
Romilda's breath hitched. It was nearly completely out of control as he continued to abuse her poor, battered cunt, turning into a raging beast inside her chest that threatened to tear the girl apart. Harry could sense her need for release, so soon after her first climax, yet so very much needed. Pushing her legs up against her perky chest, Harry slammed his hips forward with as much force as he could muster. Her scream this time was silent and choked. Only her mouth stood agape and her eyes unseeing as she lurched her back and became shocked still. Harry could hardly pay her statuesque state any attention, though, as with one final meaty slap, her buried himself inside the girl's soaked pussy and released. The torrents of cum spilling inside her were what broke Romilda from her reverie, forcing a throaty moan from her lips as her own orgasm ebbed away. Her ripe pussy clutched him tightly as he came, milking his cock for every last drop while the girl herself was practically shellshocked at receiving such a massive influx of cum inside her.
Harry stayed hilted inside her as his own climax came to an end. Her womb was no doubt filled to the brim with his cum now. As he stayed there catching his breath while Romilda did the same beneath him he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have both her and Ginny in bed at the same time. The two petite witches would certainly give each other a run for their money on whose cunt could milk him the fastest.
Something to think about later, he thought as he slowly pulled free from Romilda's cunt and watched as his cum instantly began to pour free from her folds. He only admired his handiwork for a moment or two before roughly flipping the girl over onto her hands and knees and pushing his cock back inside her once more.
"O-Ohh god~" Romilda sang as she buried her face into the mattress below and allowed him to pound her petite derriere to his heart's content.
The Hogwarts Express whistled loudly as it departed King's Cross Station. All around him, his classmates greeted their parents and loved ones with excited chatter. Many had been looking forward for the holidays for quite some time, and for the first time since Harry could remember, he could count himself among them all.
He'd long since said farewell to Hermione, Ron and his other friends/hook-ups. Now it was time for a reunion of his own. Stepping through the archway to the Muggle side of the station, Harry scanned the crowd with eager eyes, looking for any sign of a familiar head of raven-hair and tattooed arms.
One, two, three passes he made, disappointment only growing in his chest with every failure to spot Cammi through the crowd.
Perhaps she had not come? Perhaps something had happened to her?
Harry's heart clenched with fear, but before his mind could continue to spiral down a hole of negative thoughts a familiar voice broke him from his reverie.
"Hey there hot stuff!"
Turning around quickly, Harry broke out into a smile.
Chapter 19: Who Needs Mistletoe?Chapter TextChapter 18: Who Needs Mistletoe?
It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that he and Cammi had barely made it back to her apartment before they jumped one another.
Even on the drive back atop Cammi's Royale Enfield motorcycle, they could barely keep their hands to themselves. Well, more on Harry's part, really, as Cammi needed both her hands more often than not to ensure they didn't careen into the pavement. The raven-haired vixen was completely susceptible to his groping. He could hardly control himself. With his arms wrapped around her waist as they pulled away from King's Cross Station, Harry all but waited a few seconds before his hands found the raven-haired vixen's plush tits. Though her small gasps of breath were lost to the wind as she navigated them through the busy London streets, Harry knew her well enough that just that single touch was enough to drive her wild.
Cammi wasn't completely defenceless, though. She was more than happy to push her wide, bubbly arse into his crotch whenever they stopped at a crosswalk. By the third stop, Harry's cock was achingly hard from her teasing grinds. Even with her face obscured by her helmet's visor, Harry just knew she was wearing that mischievous little grin on her face every time she rocked her arse back.
The second they pulled into her apartment's parking space, the pair all but tore off the motorbike and collided. Helmets were flung off without a care, lips crashing together with a roaring need. Harry pushed her against some stranger's car in the space next to hers, tongue already forced past her plump, warm lips and fighting against hers for control. Cammi broke the kiss and moaned as his hands somehow found their way beneath the waistband of her jeans. When did that happen? Harry shook his head. What did it matter/ his mind was so clouded by one singular want. The need for the woman before him that he wouldn't be surprised if they somehow found themselves fucking right here in the open parking lot.
The feel of her wet juices coating his fingers was an admission of how much Cammi wouldn't mind that idea.
But no, not here. Harry wanted her completely. He wanted to see Cammi's delectable nude body. He wanted to draw her orgasms out, make them last until even the barest of touches from him was enough to drive her oversensitive body over the edge. It wasn't something that could be accomplished with a quick fuck atop a stranger's car hood.
Forcing himself to pull away, Harry grabbed her by the hand and quickly marched towards the entrance of her apartment building. Cammi giggled at his haste. She wrapped herself around his arm and stared up at him with eyes full of excitement and amusement.
"Someone's all worked up!" she smirked. Her hand came to snake down his abdomen until it landed on his tented crotch. "Wonder why that is?"
Harry rolled his eyes at her teasing, giving her arse a quick slap before he pulled the door open for her. The trip up the stairs was spent with just as much teasing touches and back-and-forth flirting. By the time Cammi moved to unlock the door to her flat, Harry's mouth was planted firmly on one of the many erogenous spots on her neck.
"P-Prat!" she admonished as she fumbled with her keys. It took four tries for her to push the thin strip of metal inside the lock. The feeling of Harry softly suckling on her flesh was sending far too many tingles of pleasure down her spine.
The front door was slammed open, crashing against the wall with a 'BANG!' The lust-drunk pair all but fell inside. Shoes and jackets flew across the living room, landing in heaps on the floor as their lips collided into a heated embrace. Cammi ran her tongue along his lips while Harry in turn groped and kneaded every inch of her he could reach as they stumbled backwards into the bedroom.
Cammi fell back onto the bed, clad in only her knickers and now heavily wrinkled Queen t-shirt. Harry in turn, was in a similar state. Messy black hair was tousled even further. The only clothing left on his body was a pair of jeans that Cammi had bought for him over the summer. They would soon join the rest of their garments if she had anything to say about it, though.
"C'mere, lover boy," Cammi coaxed, grasping the waistband of his trousers. "I want to taste that big, beautiful cock of yours~"
Harry didn't argue, helping her unclasp his jeans. With a single tug, the tattooed woman's prize was revealed. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at his thick, veiny cock hanging mere centimetres away from her face. It was a sight she'd seen many times before, but one she'd never tire of.
Her hands found their way around his shaft as if by instinct. She stroked it slowly, staring up at her lover's burning emerald eyes the entire time. Each deliberate pump of his cock brought another hiss or quieted gasp from his lips that drove her even more wild. It was one of the things that she believed was why they worked so well together. Sure, she loved it when Harry brought her to another screaming orgasm. She'd never complain about reaching such wondrous erotic highs from his thick cock, and she knew for a fact that he would never get enough of fucking each and every one of her holes until she was covered and/or filled with his thick, creamy seed. But while feeling that pleasure was all well and good, they both were addicted to giving the other that same intense pleasure.
Nothing made her more horny than hearing Harry moan her name as she sucked his cock, and she knew that Harry was obsessed with making her scream until her voice was hoarse. They could each spend hours pleasuring the other and get nothing physical out of it in return, and yet they'd still fall asleep happy and satisfied.
Not today though, Cammi thought as she wrapped her swollen lips around Harry's cock head. She'd be his personal cum-dump tomorrow. For now, she had but one goal- and that was to suck his cock until he lost control and pinned her against the bed and fucked each and every one of her needy holes.
Harry groaned loudly above her as she sucked gently on his swollen glans, making Cammi smile around a mouthful of cock. After that she picked up the pace, taking more of him into her awaiting mouth while she used her hand to rapidly stroke the rest of his length. It was a familiar rhythm to her. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock just how she knew he liked it. Her hand gripped and squeezed him in just the right way to have his mouth dripping with expletives.
"Cammi–" He gasped. Cammi smirked. She recognised that tone in his voice. He only ever said her name like that for one reason. She picked up her pace, moving her hand from his shaft to his thigh as she swallowed as much of him as she could, causing him to groan even louder. "Fuck! I'm close!"
Yes! That was it! That was what Cammi was waiting for. Smirking internally, the raven-haired woman pulled away. His cock flew from her lips with a 'pop!' while she smirked up at him evilly.
"You were saying something, babe?" she asked coyly.
Harry's face morphed from one of pleasure to shock to… something. Cammi shivered at the darkened look he gave her- the same one he always wore when he was about to dominate her.
She never saw it coming. Harry had moved too fast for her to process. The world spun around her as he lifted her like a rag doll, not a full-grown woman. She landed further onto the bed with her legs folded and pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. It was a bloody good thing she'd been keeping up with her yoga these last few weeks.
Before she could even blink, Harry's hands were tearing away at her knickers. She had planned on this, selecting a pair this morning that she wouldn't particularly miss. The lacey garment was torn away with very little effort and part of her couldn't help but wonder if magic had something to do with it. Either way, she smirked as Harry's advance faltered. His eyes were glued to the small expanse of hairless skin above her cunt where a new tattoo sat proudly on display.
"You like?" she asked, doing her best to control her breathing with his cock this close to her pussy. "Tonks drew me a reference to give to the artist."
Harry met her gaze, eyes burning with such a thick haze of lust that it nearly took her breath away. One second, he'd been posed above her staring in wonder at her new ink, and the next, Cammi was suddenly screaming out in euphoria as he suddenly buried his cock inside her weeping pussy in a single thrust. Obviously, Tonks had been right when she said Harry would love the tattoo.
Her entire body was wracked with one wave of tremendous pleasure after another. She tried to move her arms- to rake her nails across his chest or grab fistfuls of her duvet. Anything really to ground herself! Only to find that ropes had somehow materialised themselves around her wrists and bound them to the bedposts.
Magic…right.
Cammi couldn't help but take a peek at the cause of Harry's ferocious attack on her cunt. Between clamouring moans and shuddering gasps, she looked down. Standing proudly above her clit, rippling with every thrust of Harry's cock, with its wings spread open, was a small golden ball with the number '7' emblazoned in maroon atop its face. Tonks had said it was something called a 'snitch'. Cammi didn't give a damn what it was called though, if it provoked this kind of reaction from her boyfriend, then dear god, it was now her official favourite tattoo!
Before she could ponder the new addition of artwork to her skin further, that familiar pressure in her core suddenly grew to uncontrollable levels.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped. "Harry I–I'm gonna–"
She was cut off as a hand roughly grasped her by the jaw and forced her gaze up. Two burning emerald eyes stared back at her. Their intensity was so great that Cammi couldn't help but shiver in arousal under their gaze.
"Cum," he ordered with a single growl. "Look at me while you do it. Cum for me slut!"
Cammi did. Dear god she did. Holding his gaze, Cammi let her mouth fly open, an earth-shattering moan exploding out from her lungs as every nerve in her body was assaulted by indescribable pleasure. Harry continued to pound into her the entire to, never relenting as he stared back into her eyes. It was all Cammi could do not to lose herself to the pleasure right then and there. Not yet at least.
With a whimper, she crashed their lips together, uncaring as the ropes dug uncomfortably into her wrists. Harry met the kiss head-on, colliding his tongue with hers in the wet expanse of her mouth.
The kiss ended faster than it began. Harry pulled away from her, and before she could question him, Cammi's world suddenly shifted once more.
That moment while she was in movement was always incredibly thrilling, because she never knew where she'd land. Would she be on her back with her legs pushed up to the limits of her considerable flexibility? Would she find herself seated on Harry's lap, still totally at his mercy while he bounced her on his cock like a human sex toy?
This time she ended up face down on her bed. The ropes were now gone, replaced instead by a leather cuff that bound her hands together behind her back. The mattress shifted behind her and the familiar weight of Harry boring down on her returned. She giggled in excitement, wiggling her arse back in forth in invitation. Which would he choose? Would he fill her pussy once more, stretching her inner walls to their limits until she came again and again? Or perhaps her arse? Fucking her crinkled hole until her legs shook and her ability to walk was no more?
The answer, of course, was both.
The feeling of her two most precious holes being stretched open was a surprise to be sure, but one she absolutely loved. At first, she thought that perhaps Harry had simply grabbed one of the many toys she has stashed away on her nightstand, specifically her blue silicon replica of his cock she made from one of those sex-shop kits. Yet the feeling was all too similar to their little shower tryst all those weeks ago. Her arse, she knew, was being viciously taken by her boyfriend's cock, her pussy on the other hand was a different story.
As another moan tore its way from her throat, Cammi decided that she didn't give a fuck what it was, only that she wanted it to fuck her harder.
As if privy to her mental plea, both Harry and what he knew to be a conjured rod of magic increased the pace. Grabbing her hips where the other tattoo she got for him rested on her back, Harry slammed his hips forward with as much haste and power as he could muster. The sound of his groin crashing against Cammi's jiggly arsecheeks was music to both their ears. He grunted as the raven-haired vixens arsehole tightened around him further. Though her screams were muffled by the mattress, he was practically an expert at identifying her orgasms at this point. She never could last long when he buggered her, and today was no different.
By the time he could feel his own end approaching, the sheets below them were soaked with Cammi's juices. The woman had peaked so many times that he wasn't even sure when one orgasm ended and another began. His own cum wouldn't join her's though.
Leaving the magical dildo where it was, thrusting in and out of her abused folds, Harry turned Cammi over. His girlfriend's eyes were rolled into the back of her skull. Small whimpers escaped from her lips every time an involuntary twitch ran through her body. Smirking, Harry knelt over her with his legs on either side of her torso. The shirt she still wore disappeared with barely a thought, appearing folded neatly on her dresser a second later. Harry paid the garment no mind though. Instead, he sandwiched his glistening cock between her tits. The pillowy mounds enveloped him completely like a soft, warm cock sleeve.
All it took was three thrusts. His climax had been teetering on the edge for so long that the soft fucking of Cammi's tits was enough to bring him to a sticky satisfied end. Cammi whimpered, her eyes closed, as he tainted her face, neck, and breasts with his seed. He groaned in satisfaction. He loved when she let him use her body like this- like it was his own personal toy. She of course did the same to him as well. There were many times when he'd been relaxing on her couch or cooking in her kitchen when suddenly she'd be in front of him either pushing him to his knees or straddling his face and pressing her pussy against his mouth. Though more often than not, those instances ended much the same as tonight.
As his orgasm ebbed away so too did the magical dildo. It disappeared without a word, allowing Cammi to slowly come out of her cock-drunk state with a groan.
"We are s-so doing that again!" She gasped, staring up at him with eyes swimming with ideas.
Harry chuckled in agreement. The chuckle morphed into a gasp as Cammi engulfed his cum leaking cock with her mouth. Yet just as she had sucked him hard once more and he'd been prepared to fuck the vixen's slutty through, Cammi pulled away.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" She exclaimed, pushing him off her chest. Harry stumbled back onto the bed with a look of confusion as his girlfriend rushed out the bedroom door still covered in his cum. The sound of excited rummaging emanated from down the hall. Just when Harry was about to lose patience and follow, Cammi suddenly bounded back in with a collection of photos clutched in her hands.
"Tada!" She cheered, shoving the pictures into his hands. "This is part one of your Christmas present. You'll get the rest on the 26th when Tonks comes over for dinner!"
Harry stared down at the photos in shock, his mind short-circuited at the sight of his girlfriend and Tonks in a plethora of kinky positions. Obviously the two had been doing a lot more than training for the last few weeks, not that Harry would complain.
Cammi smirked at his dumbfounded expression, slowly crawling back onto the bed and grasping his ragingly hard cock. "She said she planned on staying here until you went back to Hogwarts. So you'll have almost a week and a half to play with your present~" She purred, leaning down to start sucking his cock once more.
Harry could only groan, lying back against the pillows as he began to peruse the various photos. All the while, Cammi diligently bobbed her head along his shaft.
This was definitely going to be the best Christmas he ever had.
Harry sighed and pulled his scowling girlfriend along as they traversed the London shopping centre. All around them, the various city-goers hurried along. Everyone was in a rush to finish their last-minute Christmas shopping. People passed by carrying boxes and bags from busy stores. Already they'd been nearly bowled over by an inattentive shopper three times now, a fact that was certainly not helping either of their moods.
Though it wasn't the busy shopping complex that had Cammi in such a sour state.
"Forget about them love," Harry said gently, rubbing small circles on Cammi's back. "They've always acted like that towards me. Just because I all but told them I was leaving wasn't gonna change that."
Their first stop of the day had been to Number 12 Privet Drive. Since Harry was practically living with Cammi at this point, they'd decided to go ahead and collect the rest of his belongings from his relative's house. What little remained at least.
The Dursleys, of course, had greeted him with as much exuberance as a dead fish. It took them barely two minutes before they were spitting out their normal vitriol his way. Cammi had thrown them off somewhat, of course. Uncle Vernon even tried to shout at her as well, screaming something about "not wanting any dirty trollops in his house."
The man had only made it four words into that sentence before Harry had his wand painfully pressed into the man's fat neck. Harry made sure to remind the man about his manners when speaking to a lady. It would be a miracle if his Uncle was ever able to grow any hair again, though in truth, he should count himself lucky Harry didn't make the vanishment on his genitals permanent either.
They didn't stay any longer after that. Anything else still left behind was something Harry wouldn't miss or, more than likely, would have burned himself the first chance he got. Despite the humiliation he subjected his uncle to, though, the whole interaction had left Cammi fuming.
"That doesn't make it better Harry!" she hissed. "You should have never been placed with those fucking sorry cunts! The fact that they've been allowed to treat you so horribly for all these years is inexcusable!"
Harry didn't have anything to say in defence of that. He agreed wholeheartedly with his girlfriend. He should have NEVER been placed with the Dursleys, and yet the fact that he was, without any questions asked, was a testament to just how blind Dumbledore had been. The Headmaster should pray he never met Cammi. His hair removal spell on Vernon had been (relatively) painless. He couldn't promise the same for the old wizard when Cammi ripped his bloody beard off.
Instead, Harry took a moment to look around before pulling his girlfriend behind an information kiosk and snogging her for all she was worth.
Cammi tensed from the contact at first, not expecting the sudden makeout session. Slowly though, she melted into his arms, sighing happily as she kissed him back.
"Better?" he whispered after a few moments.
Cammi nodded and leaned her face against the crook of his neck. "Much."
"Brilliant. We still have about an hour before we need to meet Hermione, so how about we take a look around that shop you were eyeing earlier?" he asked with a smile.
Cammi's eyes lit up with excitement before seemingly deflating. "Ugh, I wish. That place is bloody expensive. I already spent most of my holiday bonus on gifts for my family anyway."
Her words only served to make Harry laugh as he pulled his girlfriend along to the alternative clothing store.
"Remind me to tell you about my trust vault," he said, dragging a very confused Cammi behind him.
Later, after several purchases and now in a much better mood, Cammi followed her boyfriend along to the cafe where one of his friends was supposed to meet them for lunch. The fact that her boyfriend was apparently loaded by magical means surprised her, but she wasn't complaining. Obviously she didn't just care for Harry because of his wealth, which she didn't even know existed until today, but it certainly didn't hurt his chances of getting laid again tonight now that he had practically bought her a new wardrobe. The whole nobility thing he explained to her was confusing though, but so was about 90% of what he and Tonks told her about how the magical world worked.
Seriously though…owls?? The ability to bend reality and do the impossible and the best they can come up with for mail service is to use nature's SLOWEST bird?! It was borderline animal abuse, she thought glumly.
Thoughts on cultural preferences of animal labour aside, Cammi felt a small tinge of nervousness settle in her gut as they approached the quaint little cafe/bookstore nestled within one of the less busy parts of the shopping centre. She couldn't help it! She was about to meet one of Harry's closest friends (and lovers if the stories he told her were anything to go by). The fact that the girl she was about to meet was only 19 to Cammi's 26 didn't help things. She shouldn't be intimidated by a girl who's still technically a teenager!
Still, Harry had nothing but good things to say about this Hermione girl. According to him, she was the reason Harry was even still alive, having saved his life several times over by now. In truth, Cammi should probably be excited to meet her, and she was! It was just…if Hermione didn't end up liking her, then how would Harry handle that? Would he feel forced to choose between them? She didn't want that!
All the more reason to make a good impression.
That small reassurance didn't comfort her much. Thankfully, she wasn't allowed to dwell on her thoughts much longer as the bell to the cafe jingled and Harry's face broke out into a grin.
"Hermione!" he called and Cammi turned.
Dark onyx eyes met honey brown.
Who would blink first?
Chapter 20: Hermione's HolidayChapter TextChapter 19: Hermione's Holiday
To say Hermione's holiday break had been off to a bad start would be an understatement. To start, she learned all too late that her aunt and uncle were visiting for Christmas, meaning her cousins were as well.
Elizabeth and Jasmine, or as they liked to be called, 'Liz and Jaz' were your typical annoying teenage girls. Pretty, popular, and irritatingly bitchy, the twin girls were everything Hermione wasn't. As long as she could remember her older cousins had gone to extraordinary efforts to remind Hermione of this every chance they could. They never held back either with their insults. Everything was fair game, from her hair to her teeth, to even her love for books.
One of her worst memories involving her cousins involved the two bursting into her room unannounced and proceeding to spit the vilest of insults towards 8 year old Hermione before ripping her favourite book to shreds right before her eyes.
She cried to her parents and par for the course they did nothing but give the two vindictive harpies a stern word and that was that.
Needless to say, she did her best to avoid her cousins like the plague after that. Thankfully their visits were few and far between, contained to a few scant days every year or so until she went to Hogwarts where she was thankfully saved from their company for nearly six years straight…except now.
When her dad had told her they'd be staying the entire holiday break, Hermione nearly bolted to the nearest apparition point, but she didn't. Instead, she remained, resolving herself with the fact that she was older now, an adult in the eyes of British Law, and she would not be treated like garbage in her own home any longer. Plus it'd been years since she'd seen the two. Surely they'd grown up in that time?
The answer, of course, was the opposite.
The second the door opened and Jaz's and Liz's eyes landed on her a vindictive gleam of excitement seemed to almost overtake them.
"Aw, look Jaz! 'Ickle Hermy' is all grown up!" Elizabeth tittered.
Beside her, her sister laughed and looked Hermione up and down. "Hmph, I think 'grown up' is a little generous Lizzy. She's still flat as a board, but oh look! Finally grow into your teeth then beaver face?" Jasmine sneered.
Hermione did her best not to visibly react to their remarks. Behind them, her uncle and parents were chatting idly about something else, not giving the three of them even a passing glance, as usual.
Fine then, she thought. She'd handle this herself. She wasn't that same bookish little girl who'd cry because of a few mean words. She faced down dementors, werewolves, and crazed evil wizards and lived. Two bitchy twenty-something year olds no longer phased her.
Crossing her arms, Hermione raised an unimpressed brow and scoffed. "It seems so. Did you finally grow into your bra Jasmine or are you still stuffing for an extra cup size?"
Immediately Jasmine's face contorted into one of shock then anger, while beside her Elizabeth failed to suppress a surprised snort. Shooting her twin a glare, Jasmine turned back to her with another hate-filled sneer.
"Looks like the freak grew some claws!" Jasmine spat. "Too bad you couldn't grow a decent pair of tits like us! Or are the boys at that fancy private university of yours content with shagging some stick-figured bint like you?"
The urge to curse her cousins was a hard one to fight down. Her wand arm twitched to hex the two dimwitted goblins till they were reduced to puddles of bitchy goo. She didn't though. Instead, Hermione took a breath and gave the pair a look of boredom.
"My boyfriend likes my figure just fine, thanks. I imagine you'd know about what men like though, right Jasmine? After all, from what I hear you're the abortion clinic's most frequent customer. I mean honestly," Hermione scoffed. "You'd think even a brainless whore like you would learn to use a condom by now."
Jasmine's face contorted into one of overwhelming rage. She shook and her skin took on a purplish red hue that Hermione found particularly amusing.
"WHY YOU LITTLE–!"
"Girls come on!" Hermione's dad called. "You can catch up later, it's almost time for dinner!"
Hermione turned without a word, a victorious smile upon her face.
It wouldn't last though. Even with her newfound backbone, her cousins were still demonic harpies. While their words were often met with just as much bite, they made sure to up the ante in other ways.
"Oops! Clumsy me!" Elizabeth giggled.
Hermione just glared daggers up at the older girl, hair drenched in tea that was just 'accidentally' dumped atop her head.
The physical torment didn't stop there either, though Hermione wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty as well…and she had a secret way to cheat.
Magic was a wonderful thing. It can be used to bend reality, make the impossible possible, and dye your no-good demon cousins' hair bright neon green.
That was a particularly good morning. Hearing the twins' simultaneous screams as they awoke to fluorescent-hued locks had a near-permanent smile on her face for the rest of the day. It wasn't fun having the twins there and Hermione certainly hated every minute of it, but she was able to keep some of her sanity through torturing her cousins right back.
Of course, then they learned her weakness.
"So who's Harry, beaver face?"
Hermione started, the book in her hands nearly falling to the floor in surprise. "W-What? Where did you hear that name?"
Both twins smirked at her with the one on the left- Liz- holding up a letter covered in a familiar messy scrawl.
"Is he the boyfriend you were talking about?" Liz asked.
"'Cause if so, he must have some pretty low standards!" Jasmine finished with a sneer.
Hermione grimaced and swiped the letter from their hands. Liz tried to pull it away, but Hermione was just a bit too quick.
"Did you two go through my room?!"
Jasmine just scoffed. "I ran out of conditioner and Uncle Dan said I could use yours until I got a chance to go to the shop. It's not my fault you left your secret love letter lying about!"
That was a lie. Hermione hadn't left this letter just 'lying about', it had been safely tucked away in the box beneath her bed, where she stored all her letters from Harry. Which meant, Jasmine had to have been intentionally snooping in order to find it. Hermione could already feel her blood begin to boil.
"It's not like there's much in it either!" Elizabeth added with a laugh. "I mean really—'Summer has been fine. My relatives have been avoiding me for the most part so don't worry about coming by'—If this was how my boyfriend spoke to me I'd either assume he was cheating on me or planning to dump me the next day! Seriously freak, the way this guy talks to you, it's, well…" She trailed off giving Hermione an overexaggerated face of pity.
"He's probably not even her boyfriend! Just some guy whose homework she does in hopes he'd take pity on her and actually go out on a date with her," Jasmine added with a mocking laugh. "Not that anyone would touch you of course! Who'd want to shag a frumpy little thing like yourself!"
That only made Hermione's anger burn even hotter. She could faintly feel the control over her magic slipping just the tiniest bit as her blood roared in righteous fury. The air in the room swirled. The fireplace blazed even though there hadn't been a fire burning seconds ago. Lightbulbs exploded from an unseen force making the twins jump in fright. Jasmine even let out a surprised squeak.
Just as fast as it started, it ended even quicker. Hermione, through a great deal of effort, clamped down on her magic, stemming the emotional flow and letting things return to normal. She wasn't going to get expelled because her cousins were cunts.
Without a word she stomped past them, ignoring their looks of shock.
So yes, Hermione was not having a good holiday, which is why when the day came for her to meet Harry and Cammi for lunch, Hermione wasn't exactly in a cheery mood.
She saw them enter. Harry spotted her almost immediately, those beautiful green eyes of his brightening as they met her own. It made her heart swoon just the tiniest bit with joy before she turned her attention to the woman standing to his right.
Honey brown eyes met dark onyx.
She blinked first, her gaze moving to study every inch of the woman before her.
She was…well she was gorgeous to put it bluntly.
From her hourglass figure hidden beneath a pair of ripped jeans and a thick leather motorcycle jacket, to her heart-shaped face adorned with plump pouty red lips and two round doe-like eyes that even Hermione couldn't help but stare at. The tattoos creeping out from beneath her collar and sleeves weren't hard to miss. The piercings too were on full display. It seemed Cammi was fond of the 'Alternative Hottie' look she'd seen featured in one of Lavender's fashion tabloids. Hermione could…certainly see the appeal if she were being honest.
She couldn't help but adjust her clothes in embarrassment. The soft pink sweater and ironed jeans couldn't hope to compare with Cammi's attire. Every part of her drew the eye, whilst Hermione's clothes made it easy to fade away into the background, unnoticed. After all, who would notice the girl dressed as some shrewd librarian while there was this hot motorcycle-riding tattooed vixen right there!
She wasn't allowed further time to curse her outfit choice before Harry and his date approached.
"Hey, Mione! How's your holiday been?" Harry asked excitedly.
Hermione forced a smile onto her face as she greeted her friend slash lover.
"Fine. Aren't you going to introduce me?" she said pointedly, nodding her head towards Cammi.
Harry smiled sheepishly at his slip off and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh yeah, sorry! This is Camilla, though she prefers Cammi. Cammi, this is one of my closest friends, Hermione!"
Their eyes met once more. She watched as Cammi smiled towards her, the small gesture shaky as if she was…nervous? Odd. What would SHE have to be nervous about? Hermione was the one at a disadvantage here!
"It's great to meet you," Cammi spoke, breaking up her thoughts. "Harry's told me loads about you! Smartest witch of your generation, yeah?"
Hermione blinked in surprise. So she knew about magic then.
Shooting Harry a questioning look that was almost too fast to see lest it was Harry, of course, Hermione cleared her throat and straightened with a polite smile.
"Yes well, there are plenty of brilliant sorcerers in our year. I simply do better on tests than average," she replied. "Please sit! I ordered some croissants but I didn't know how you take your coffee Cammi."
Cammi waved her off, sitting down in front of her with Harry between them. "Perfectly fine love! I'm easy, dark roast with loads of sugar and a splash of milk!"
Hermione nodded, but before she could flag down a waitress Harry stood.
"Don't worry! I got it. You two talk for a bit."
He left without another word, placing a quick peck on Cammi's cheek as he went. Once he was gone the two of them fell into- well not an easy silence, but it wasn't completely awkward.
"So…" Cammi began after a beat. "Harry tells me you grew up in the…" she trailed off waving her hand in the air.
"In the normal world?" Hermione finished for her.
The other woman smiled partly relieved. "Yeah! Sorry, didn't want to offend."
"No offence taken." Hermione shook her head. "It was quite a shock when I found out about it all. Magic that is. Though it was a bit easier to digest for me I suppose. I've had strange things happen all around me since I was a baby. Impossible things." She took a breath. "I wouldn't learn till later that that was my magic manifesting in bouts known as accidental magic. Once Professor McGonagall arrived on my doorstep and explained everything…well it answered a lot of questions to say the least."
Cammi nodded. The older woman bit her lip in thought for a moment before straightening.
"Does it ever…go away? The shock of it?"
Hermione thought for a moment, considering her question. "In a way…not really? You do, however, learn to get used to it."
"That's the part I'm working on at the moment. Getting used to it," Cammi chuckled. "In a way it's–well it's–" She went quiet for a beat before straightening and looking her directly in the eyes. "Look you're Harry's friend and I want—no. I need you to like me, but I'm not gonna sit here and lie to your face and pretend that you probably can't see right through me. So…I'm gonna be honest, and a lot of people really don't end up liking me after I'm honest."
That threw Hermione for a loop. She blinked. And then blinked again, doing her best to both process the woman's words while also calculating just how the hell the conversation shifted to this.
"Oh…kay?" She replied, searching the other woman's face for answers.
Cammi only nodded though and cleared her throat.
"Okay so…this whole magic thing. It's well—It was a surprise yes, and I'm sure as fuck haven't completely wrapped my head around it even after my training with Tonks."
"Training with Tonks?" Hermione blurted out completely bewildered, yet Cammi just waved her off.
"Not important. What is important though, is…well Harry kept one secret from me. A bloody huge one mind you! But I can't help but worry this was the easier secret he could tell. I can't help but wonder if there's anything else he's not telling me…"
Hermione bristled at that. She made to respond, a chastisement on her lips for Cammi's obvious trust issues and perhaps even a rant about how Harry owes her nothing, especially the innermost details of all his secrets…yet Cammi cut her off again.
"I'm not saying he can't have his secrets! God knows he deserves some privacy especially after growing up with those cunts he calls relatives," Cammi grimaced. "I'd never be as entitled as to think he needs to divulge everything about himself just cause we're a thing. I'm just worried he's keeping something from me to protect me—if that makes sense? Like he feels the need to shoulder some unsaid burden by himself and that he can't—well not trust me but…"
"That he's so used to depending on himself, he can't seem to grasp that he can depend on you now too." Hermione breathed in realization. Understanding bloomed through her chest. She had felt exactly what Cammi was feeling now a million different times with Harry over the years. He was someone who'd been through so much, faced so much, even before Hogwarts. It was hard for him to shake the mentality of self-reliance. The trauma of knowing you can't depend on the ones around you, in this case, the Dursleys, to feed you, clothe you, care for you, still ate away at him.
Harry still flinched when he was hugged. The tiniest bit, but it was still there. Harry still wore his old hand-me-down clothes even though he had enough gold to buy an entire new wardrobe a zillion times over. Harry still looked over his shoulder when someone shouted, a flash of panic in his eyes before he took a breath and shook it off. Harry still felt the need to carry the weight of the world's problems on his shoulders- be it Voldemort, or Umbridge, the Dementors, the Basilisk, Quirrel—every year a new threat. A new problem that she had to all but force him to let her help with. Her and Ron. The only change…
Hermione paused, her eyes unconsciously flicking upwards to Cammi for a brief moment. She licked her lips, letting out a shaky breath.
The only change had been after Harry met Cammi.
Since the summer ended and the new year began Harry accepted hugs easily, not a single flinch or grimace. He even initiated more than a few himself (of course sometimes with less than innocent intentions). He wore new clothes, clothes that fit him and more importantly NOT cast-offs from his overweight cousin. When a shout rang out in the hall, common room, wherever- Harry didn't pay the source of the noise a passing glance. Most importantly…he was more open. He spoke about his feelings freely, shared his worries and let Hermione in, more so than he ever had before! And all of that, all of the change that Hermione had simply brushed off, was because of the woman before her.
Part of her seethed at not being the one to catalyze that change, but a much bigger part- the one that made Hermione her…was so very thankful.
With a smile, Hermione reached across the table and gave Cammi's hand a squeeze.
"I've known Harry for some time," she began, "and if there's one thing I've noticed is that…I have never seen him happier or his heart more open than when he's with you."
Across from her, Cammi's eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.
"I–Really?" She asked.
Hermione nodded. "You're good for him. More than you know. I can tell you with utmost certainty that if there's anyone Harry would hide something from…it most certainly wouldn't be you."
Cammi smiled, squeezing her hand back in thanks. Before their conversation could continue, though, Harry sauntered back up, arms laden with drinks.
"Here we go," he said with a smile. "So…what did I miss?"
"I like her," Hermione whispered into his ear as they hugged goodbye. The rest of their lunch passed by quickly, filled with laughter and easy conversation as the two women got to know one another.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, his face breaking out into a grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes and brushed a bit of lint from his jacket. "Yes. She's good for you. Don't do anything to screw it up."
Harry laughed and placed a kiss against the crown of her head. "You got it, Mione. I'll see you after Christmas, yeah?"
Before she could answer, a shrill voice rang out that had Hermione's blood run cold.
"Awe look Jaz! It's beaver face!"
"Ugh, what is she even doing here?!"
Hermione turned, her expression one of ice as she faced her cousins. Their arms were laden with bags from one of their many frequent shopping trips. No doubt after stealing cash from their dad's wallet.
"Jasmine. Elizabeth." She hissed in warning.
"Wait! Are you on a date?!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Is this your boy-toy? The one who wrote you that letter?"
From beside her, Jasmine laughed and shook her head. "Gotta say, I'm impressed, little cousin. He's quite the looker. Shame he has such poor taste," she said with a click of her tongue.
Hermione could feel Harry bristle behind her, no doubt some sort of snarky retort forming on his lips, yet before it came another arm suddenly looped through hers and the smell of leather and cinnamon filled her senses.
"She's my date actually," Cammi sneered. "Got a problem with that?"
The twins' jaws dropped and Jasmine began to sputter in disbelief. As did Hermione's. That certainly hadn't been what she was expecting.
"Y-You?! But you're-"
"Even more of a looker, I know." Cammi scoffed and pulled Hermione closer. "Now if you two dumb bints are quite finished, I was just about to take your cousin home and ravish her."
"Wh–I–What about him?!" Elizabeth screeched this time, pointing at Harry.
Cammi looked back at their third and smirked. "Oh he's coming too! Your cousin is simply irresistible and can't help but attract the attention of guys and girls alike. Not that you two harpies would know anything about that." Cammi gave the twins a look over and clicked her tongue. "Sad really, I'd say it's what's on the inside that counts but the two of you are just so rotten that inside or outside you're unappealing to look at. Ta!"
Without another word Cammi drug both her and Harry away from the shellshocked figures of her cousins before another insult could be flung. By the time they made it out the doors to the shopping complex and onto the street, Hermione's shock had shifted into awestruck laughter.
"That was–" She giggled. "I've never seen ANYONE put them in their place like that! Thank you, Cammi, really!"
Cammi just smirked and patted her arm.
"No problem love! I don't know who those two cunts were but they had no right to speak to you that way!"
"They were my cousins," Hermione explained. "They're staying over for the holidays and, needless to say, we don't get on very well."
Harry snorted from the other side of Cammi. "I'll say! You gonna be okay when you head back home?"
Before she could respond, Cammi whirled on him with a smirk. "Head home? Nuh huh!" She turned back to Hermione with a mischievous grin. "You heard what I said back there! I'm taking you back to my place with us!"
Hermione merely raised a brow in vague interest while looking between the two.
"I thought you said you'd only be taking me back to your home to–what was it you said? To ravish me?"
Cammi laughed. "Yes, I did! Got a problem with that?"
She had taken it as a joke at first. Of course, Cammi probably meant it as a joke anyway but then she was in her living room, sitting between the tattooed vixen and Harry.
One thing led to another. One thing always leads to another if her history of trysts with Harry were anything to go by, and yet she was no less surprised to be suddenly on her back with a pair of plump red lips upon hers while she raked her hand through a familiar head of tousled raven locks between her legs.
"God yes!" she hissed, breaking her liplock with Cammi to seize in sudden pleasure. Below Harry kept up his pace, tongue ravishing her precious folds and bringing the sweetest sensations to her core that had her toes curling and breath coming out in short gasps.
Above her Cammi cooed and brushed a stray lock of brunette hair from Hermione's face. "You know Hermione," she whispered into her ear. The sensation of her heated breath washing over Hermione's neck made the bookworm shiver in delight as Harry continued to devour her dripping slit. "I've been planning a threesome with Harry and Tonks for some time now. It was supposed to be Harry's Christmas gift but I think it would be even better if you joined us."
Hermione moaned but said nothing, her mind far too clouded with pleasure to truly respond to the woman's words.
"You can think of this as simply a taste of what's to come," Cammi purred. "Think about it- you'll be on your back just like this. Harry's cock inside you, stretching you apart while Tonks and I use our slutty mouths to explore every inch of your delightful body." She accentuated her words by diving down and taking one of Hermione's stiffened nipples between her teeth. Hermione seized once more, the sudden mix of pain and pleasure coaxing a long drawn-out moan from her lips.
"What do you say?" she continued, using her hands to slowly knead Hermione's breasts. "Wanna spend Christmas with us instead of your bitchy bimbo cousins?"
Hermione's answer was a loud scream and she threw her head back and came.
"Yes~!"
She let herself go limp. Her body convulsed and thrashed about. Nails dug into Cammi's bedsheets, and juices gushed freely from her cunt as her orgasm raged. Harry, being the mischievous prat he was, continued to lick her, uncaring that her pussy was far too overstimulated for her to do much more than shake and moan. It was only thanks to Cammi pulling her further up the bed that she was able to escape his devilish tongue.
Slowly, her body began to cool. Her breath returned to her as she sat there clinging to Cammi's frame, their naked breasts smooshing together while Cammi placed gentle caressing kisses up and down her neck.
"Too much?" Harry asked with a chuckle. He climbed up onto the bed, his engorged member swaying slightly from the movement that immediately drew Hermione's gaze. Despite the throbbing twitches of her cunt, she couldn't help but lick her lips in excitement at seeing his monster of a cock once more.
Cammi giggled into her ear and drew back. "Just a bit, love. That serpent tongue of yours will be the end of us all one day." The pair laughed and Hermione found herself chuckling along. Slowly she extracted herself from Cammi's arms and turned to face Harry. From behind she heard the older woman laugh and two hands suddenly found their way to her chest once more. "I think someone's ready to be fucked~" Cammi cooed into her ear.
Hermione stifled a groan. She wanted nothing more than to submit to Cammi's touch. Every graze of skin- every caress of flesh that came from the tattooed vixen fueled something inside Hermione. A desire to let her have her way with Hermione's body. To submit and obey every sexual command to the letter. But Hermione wasn't ready for that just yet. Despite how much her body yearned for it, she wanted to- No, HAD to prove that she wasn't just some silly girl who'd fall to the simplest touch. She needed to prove that she could at least hold her own against the woman's whims for even just a little bit. To show that she was just as much right for Harry as she was. Right for them both.
So instead of lying back and letting Cammi guide Harry's cock inside her, Hermione turned quickly, practically tackling the older woman into the bed before pushing two fingers deep inside her hot snatch.
"Yes~" Hermione whispered, pumping her fingers in and out of Cammi's pussy with slow, torturous movements. "I think someone is~"
"Oh fuck…" Cammi breathed, the words coming out in a small moan as her cunt was massaged. "Y-You said she was a minx. I d-didn't believe you—Oh!"
Hermione heard Harry chuckle behind her as a weight settled between her and Cammi's spread legs.
"She's worse than a minx," Harry said, softly caressing her bare arsecheeks before giving them a firm slap. "She's a dirty little slut, aren't you, Mione?"
Harry's breath on her ear had her moaning out in affirmation before she even processed what he said. Still, it didn't matter. In that moment, she'd be whatever the two wanted her to be. If that wasn't what a slut did, then she didn't know what else she could do.
"What do you want 'Mione?" Harry asked, his hands returning to her arse. "Tell me."
Hermione bit her lip, stamping down the need to beg him to fuck her silly like a dog in heat, and instead pulled her fingers free from Cammi's snatch- using them to spread the woman's outer lips apart.
"Fuck her Harry~" she purred. "I want to see her face as she cums."
She couldn't see his reaction to her words, but he obeyed her request all the same. Barely a second passed before Cammi suddenly cried out beneath her as both their bodies were jostled forward by an immense force. If it wasn't for Cammi's arms wrapping themselves tightly around her midsection, Hermione was sure she'd have been thrown off. Instead, she held the tattooed woman tightly, whispering a plethora of dirty little platitudes in her ear as she, in turn, whimpered in pleasure into Hermione's.
Over and over again Harry's hips crashed into them. She could feel his abdomen slap against her wet sex repeatedly. No doubt her juices now stained his stomach, dripping down onto his cock where they mixed with Cammi's own as Harry ravaged the woman's pussy. His hands alternated between them. One moment, they were caressing her arse, squeezing and slapping the pert flesh of her bum before moving to spread Cammi's thighs even wider. At one point, she felt the pad of his thumb ghost over her crinkled arsehole. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, forcing her mind to recall the sensual massage he gave her that ended with his cock deep inside her tight anal canal. Perhaps she'd see him bugger Cammi tonight as well. If not, well…there was always tomorrow.
Before she could ponder that small fantasy further, Cammi suddenly cried out beneath her. The woman's arms tightened to near rib-cracking levels, and Hermione could feel the sudden and intense tremor that made its way through her voluptuous form.
"Cum," Hermione whispered, not even sure what she was fully saying. "Cum around his big fucking cock. Yes, just like that! Oh, Morgana that's so fucking hot~"
Cammi whimpered, her lips finding Hermione's own without issue and the two women shared a surprisingly sensual and soft kiss as Cammi rode out her climax. Just as the raven-haired woman's tremors finally began to ebb away, Hermione was suddenly thrown forward, this time being the one to hold on for dear life as something long and thick stretched her inner walls apart.
"O-Ohhh god!" She whimpered, clutching Cammi's frame for support. "It's so m-much! S-So full!"
She gasped as Harry began to rock back and forth, slower than he had with Cammi, but then again, Hermione doubted she was ready for that level of hard fucking as the two obviously engaged in regularly. She was more than happy to go at their normal pace, the rhythmic slapping of Harry's groin against her arse both comforting her and driving her absolutely wild at the same time.
It was Cammi's turn to caress her body and whisper naughty little sweet-nothings into her ear.
"Look at you," she murmured lovingly. "You're taking that big fucking cock so well. Such a good girl~"
Hermione moaned, the praise sending a surprising jolt of pleasure down her spine as her pussy was pounded with thrust after thrust.
"Yesss~ Such a good girl. I bet you could suck it just as good, too. Am I right? Can you suck his cock like a good little slut? Swallow every drop of cum that he shoots into your slutty little mouth? I know you can."
Hermione couldn't answer. Yet again, every nerve in her body was assaulted by the overwhelming pleasure of yet another climax. It arrived much quicker than Cammi's, but then again, the raven-haired woman's words helped quite a bit in sending her over the edge.
"Show me." Cammi breathed huskily. "Show me how good you are at sucking cock."
Hermione couldn't help but obey. Her body moved on autopilot. Her shaky legs caused her to stumble as she moved, but it wasn't long before she was wrapping her lips around Harry's stiff, meaty length, a moan escaping her lips as she tasted both herself and Cammi on his rock-hard pole.
"Fuck," Harry groaned. "You're a terrible influence, Cams."
Behind her, she heard Cammi giggle as two fingers suddenly found Hermione's precious pearl and began to gently massage it.
"I know, but you love it!" Cammi answered in return.
Hermione tuned their words out, far too focused on both the cock between her lips and the fingers currently playing with her soaking wet clit. Back and forth she bobbed her head, taking as much of Harry's cock down her gullet as she could. It wasn't long before her hasty efforts were rewarded. The telltale feeling of his cock swelling, paired with Harry's sudden groan of pleasure, signalled his end. Just as Cammi told her, Hermione swallowed every drop. She moaned as the sticky white seed coated her tongue. It was a taste she was addicted to, and would be for quite some time.
"Good girl~" Cammi cooed behind her, running a gentle hand through Hermione's brunette locks. Hermione hummed happily in response, her mouth still occupied with slurping on Harry's cock to properly answer.
Now to tell her parents she wouldn't be coming home for Christmas…