Chapter 5: The Ritual
Notes:
I struggled a bit with where to go with this, and wound up rather blatantly taking an idea or two from Lysander's The Wands Knew. So, if anything in this chapter and the next one feels familiar, that's where the ideas came from, but there are important differences here.
Enjoy!
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Hermione moaned as she gyrated her hips, pleasure cascading through her in waves. Her boyfriend's rigid cock was between her legs, between the soft folds of her body, repeatedly gliding over the entrance to the place she wanted him most.
Every now and then, she would angle him just right and lower herself very slightly, feeling her opening begin to stretch itself over the tip of his cock. But then she would stop herself, lift back up, and return to running him along her slit. Now that she knew the joy of teasing both him and herself, of tantalizing their bodies with the promise of the ultimate pleasure, she couldn't get enough of it, of the churning mix of pleasure and urgency that never seemed to completely fade between them these days, even when they were stuck sitting through classes. She basked in his need for her, his constant desire. He was hers, firmly and completely hers, forever wanting to be beside her and beneath her and within her.
She was his just as completely, but that didn't at all diminish the high of the power trip.
The sex would come soon enough, she knew. It didn't happen on her birthday, but she wanted it to happen on some other special occasion, a night that she would want to remember forever and mark with her and Harry finally crossing that threshold into adulthood together. She'd had a conversation about it with Katie Bell, who was also in a new relationship and was nervous about losing her own virginity, and they had wound up both advising each other to wait for the right moment, regardless of how desperate their respective boyfriends were.
So, for now, she kept Harry's cock firm against her slit but not inside her, using him like a toy for both their pleasure, while his hands alternated between gripping her hips and caressing her thighs. His eyes were shut and his face was red and rather adorable as he enjoyed her work, and the three words that she still hadn't said aloud to him yet screamed themselves over and over again inside her head.
When she was ready for it to end, she brought his tip to her clit and moved on him, repeatedly blasting absolute bliss through her body. She cried out his name, her insides clamping on empty space as her entire body spasmed.
"Hermione! I'm..." As often happened, witnessing her pleasure triggered his own, and she slid back onto his thighs, aiming his cock at her belly. He erupted, thin ropes of white liquid blasting out of him and through the air onto her. This was another thing she had discovered she really liked, the feeling of his hot cum splattering across her skin, the same skin that would one day swell from their child once they were much older and she allowed his cum to fulfill its purpose within her. The feeling of his warmth on her belly, so close to its eventual destination and yet still so far, was deliciously tantalizing in its own way.
"Hermione," he breathed happily as his body calmed, and he gave her a smile full of pleasure and desire and affection. She returned his smile, the last sparks of her own orgasm still fading slowly, and slid off to lay down beside him on her back. Her hands smeared some of his cum below her navel, spreading his warmth across her skin. He rolled onto his side and kissed her shoulder before leaning his head against hers. "You're amazing," he whispered.
"So are you," she whispered back, "and don't you forget it."
"Are you two done?" Dean called through the curtain, passing rather noisily on the other side on his way to the loo.
Hermione felt only a bit of added heat in her face. This kind of joking from Dean and Seamus had become commonplace as she paid more nighttime or early-morning visits to Harry's bed, but the pleasure that she and Harry achieved together was worth it. She no longer cared to contain her moans or cries of her boyfriend's name, not caring that there were others who could hear her bliss. She could sense the building jealousy and lust that radiated from his roommates each time they heard her in such a state, but it didn't matter. Harry was hers and she was his, and they all knew it.
And yes, she had definitely heard the sounds of male masturbation from the other beds in the room a handful of times by now after she and Harry had their fun, but that awkwardness was a small sacrifice to pay for enjoying the pleasure.
And perhaps it was also a bit flattering.
She wished that Ron and Neville would also make jokes about it like Dean and Seamus were. That would be better than the awkward silences and glances from Neville whenever she was in sight, not that those were surprising by now. The only real concern was Ron, whose attitude towards her relationship seemed to be darkening all over again after it had seemed much better over the summer. Granted, she and Harry had been much better behaved at the Burrow and hadn't been flaunting their developing mastery over each other's bodies with nearly so much regularity.
But again, that was a small sacrifice for being with Harry, especially since her boyfriend hadn't yet noticed Ron's seemingly renewed jealousy. And she was determined to keep him from noticing for as long as possible.
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But then, of course, something happened that caused all of the simmering jealousy in the dormitory to boil over. And, true to the pattern of utter chaos that made up their years at Hogwarts thus far, it was something that was completely unexpected and dangerous.
"Harry Potter!"
The couple sat side-by-side, staring in shock at Dumbledore, whose face was glowing red from the flames of the Goblet of Fire that should have been blue. The goblet had already spat out three names, the champions of each of the three schools participating in the Triwizard Tournament, and should have been done after that, but had instead released a fourth name.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore repeated.
Harry and Hermione exchanged stunned glances, and looked around at the equally stunned faces around them.
"What?" was all Hermione could manage to say, in a weak whisper.
"Harry!" Dumbledore beckoned to him. "Up here, if you please!"
Harry turned urgently to Hermione. "But I didn't put my name in," he whispered.
"I know. You'd better go and find out what's going on." She nudged him and nodded towards Dumbledore.
Harry stood numbly and approached the Headmaster. Hermione watched him until he was out of sight behind the door at the back of the hall, and then turned back to the others.
Ron's face had darkened, while Neville wore a nervous expression. Seamus and Dean were exchanging looks of envy.
"Oh don't be ridiculous," she hissed at Ron, trying to preempt his outburst as she watched the anger build in his eyes. "You know that he didn't put his name in."
"Are you sure?" Seamus asked doubtfully. "Maybe he snuck out while we were all sleeping, including you."
Hermione slapped her palm over her forehead. "That's absurd! And just how do you reckon he'd have beat Dumbledore's age line?"
"Wouldn't surprise me if Dumbledore made an exception for him," Ron muttered. "Always likes to have Harry save the day, doesn't he?"
Hermione shook her head, glaring at him.
"And Harry was probably all for it," Ron continued, building momentum. "Always needs to be at the center of everything. You know that better than anyone, Hermione. He had to be the one to have you, after all!"
Hermione stood and drew her wand, aiming at Ron's nose. "You'd better stop right there, Ron!"
The buzz of whispers and murmurs that had been steadily building around them went quiet, all eyes landing on Hermione. She faltered and lowered her wand.
"Is there a problem over here?" Professor Sprout approached from where she had been trying to reassure her Hufflepuffs, her face full of the same frustration that her students were feeling.
"No, Professor," Dean said promptly. "No problem." His eyes urged Hermione to sit down, and she did.
Sprout frowned at them in turn. "Ten points from Gryffindor for the unnecessary disturbance," she said with a bitterness that would make Snape proud. "You lot had best head off to bed. There's no telling how long it'll take them to sort this mess out, and figure out how Mr. Potter pulled off this latest stunt."
Hermione opened her mouth, but then clamped it shut again. The very last thing she would do was snap at a professor.
No one moved at the professor's suggestion, however. She hadn't dismissed the Hufflepuffs, and the Gryffindors were just as desperate to know what was going on. Hermione looked around, but many eyes were staying on her, as though she were the one who held all the answers.
Not this time.
Finally, McGonagall and Snape emerged from the back room. McGonagall looked very stern and Snape wore a sour expression, and they spoke with Sprout and Flitwick and then promptly began dismissing their students from the hall.
"What's going on, Professor?" Dean asked.
"Will Harry be competing in the tournament?" Parvati asked before McGonagall could address the first question.
"He will," the professor answered tersely.
Hermione felt a lead weight in her gut. "But he didn't enter himself," she protested weakly. "He still has to compete?"
"I'm afraid so, Miss Granger. Now please return to Gryffindor Tower, all of you."
Once again, Hermione opened her mouth to protest and then closed it again. Parvati gave a light tug on her sleeve, and she went, leaving the hall with the others and returning to Gryffindor Tower. Every step she took felt more and more weighed down, but she kept moving, not knowing what else to do.
"You've got to admit, this is the kind of thing he would do," Seamus said quietly.
"No, it isn't," she snapped back, wondering how all of Harry's roommates seemed to have gotten him so wrong. How was it that she was the only one who seemed to understand him after more than three years as housemates?
She slowed as they reached the Grand Staircase, letting the others go on ahead of her. Finally, at the landing below the portrait hole, she stopped completely, sitting down to wait. She wanted to see Harry first, to see how he was feeling and remind him that she was forever in his corner, and that she knew him, even if no one else did.
So, she sat there, watching the stairs move around her and feeling heavier and heavier as she wondered just how much danger Harry was facing this time. He would have to complete tasks that even witches and wizards with three more years of schooling and experience would find dangerous.
How did this happen?
She felt the urge to go to the library and begin research at once, but kept herself seated where she was, knowing that Harry needed her first. But her imagination began to spiral more and more wildly as she wondered just what tasks he might encounter in the tournament.
Finally, she heard footsteps on the stairs below, and then he was in sight. He stopped when he saw her.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Hi."
"They're making you compete?"
He gave a heavy sigh. "Yeah." He briefly glanced over his shoulder. "Cedric doesn't believe that I didn't put my name in."
Hermione seethed. The older boy should know better. But then, so should all of Harry's roommates.
But Harry didn't need her to be angry. "You know I'll support you," she said instead. "I'll help you however I can."
"Thanks." He continued climbing the steps until he was joining her on her landing. "Why are you waiting out here, anyway?"
She shrugged. "I wanted to see you first."
He gave a small smile and reached down, and she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. Leaning in, he kissed her softly, but she deepened it, dropping his hand to wrap her arms around him.
When they broke apart, they made their way up to the tower hand-in-hand, ignoring Violet's questions about the champions as they gave the password to enter. Inside, Harry was greeted by raucous cheering and questions.
"You should have told us you'd entered!" roared Fred.
"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" bellowed George.
"He didn't!" Hermione snapped, but she was ignored.
Angelina Johnson came up beside the couple, throwing one long arm across both their shoulders. "If it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor."
Katie came up on their other side. "You'll be able to pay Diggory back for that last quidditch match, Harry!"
Harry sighed and looked at Hermione, who felt sorely disappointed at the whole lot of them. Did they not understand that Harry might be in grave danger now?
At the first opportunity, she pulled Harry free of the crowd and up to his dormitory. Ron and Neville were already up there, although they had pulled the curtains around their beds. Hermione frowned at each of the curtains in turn and then sat down on Harry's bed, crossing her arms. "We're in a house full of idiots."
Harry sat wearily beside her. "I can't believe they all think I did it myself."
"They'll come to their senses. At least, some of them will. In the meantime, if we can't get you out of this tournament, we've got to figure out how to make sure you survive it."
He sighed again and lay back, staring up at his canopy. She turned and sprawled herself on top of him, resting her head on his chest and her thigh over his crotch. Her nerves calmed in time with his heartbeat.
"There's nothing we can do tonight, is there?"
"No." She felt his cock twitch beneath her leg, his body's automatic response to her proximity. "Want me to suck you off? It'll help you fall asleep."
"I doubt I'll ever say no to that."
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They wrote to Sirius first thing the following morning, and Harry again upset Hedwig by sending a less recognizable school owl off with the letter. Then, declining to go to the Great Hall, they instead went to the Come and Go Room, summoning Dobby to bring them breakfast there. Instead of the half-restaurant, half-bedroom setting that the room provided for them on Hermione's birthday, they instead found themselves in a little library with a single table over a plush carpet identical to that in the Gryffindor Common Room. While Harry ate, Hermione perused the titles displayed on the bookshelves, finding them the same as those in the Hogwarts library.
"There must be something in here that we can use to help you," she said as she wandered among the shelves. "That's what we need, after all, which is what this room is supposed to provide."
It wasn't until later, however, that she found something that might help, and she kept it secret from her boyfriend for the moment. It was a ritual, and something that she had to think carefully about, despite the situation. It would mean sacrificing what little privacy she still kept from him, after all: the privacy of her own thoughts.
There was no question that it would help Harry to have full access to her knowledge, and to instantly learn anything that she learnt at the same time. It would help him perform spells that he was struggling with, such as the summoning charm, and give her the ability to perform spells that he had mastered but she hadn't, like the patronus. But it would still be a big sacrifice.
Would it, though? She trusted Harry completely. Her heart already belonged to him, and she was certain that his heart belonged to her just as much. Having access to her thoughts would only confirm that knowledge for him, and vice versa.
It didn't take her long to decide that she wanted to go through with it. Still, she hesitated to bring it up to him, and instead began planning the ritual and gathering ingredients in secret.
And then...
POTTER STINKS!
"Densaugeo!"
"I see no difference."
She sat in the Hospital Wing, keeping her eyes averted from the mirror that Madam Pomfrey had conjured at the foot of her bed as her numbed teeth slowly shrank. The matron herself was hovering over the next bed, seeing to Goyle.
Finally, as she felt her teeth begin to approach their normal size, she looked at the mirror, wincing.
She was glad that she hadn't let Harry get a good look at her before running away to the Hospital Wing, and that his fury at Malfoy and Snape had distracted him from running after her. She knew that he loved her, even if neither of them had managed to say the words yet, but she couldn't help feeling that the sight of her like this would forever turn him off to her. Would he ever appreciate her sucking his cock again if he had the memory of her mouth like this popping up in his mind? Would he ever want to kiss her again, or would he simply see her massive teeth whenever he looked at her mouth, even once her teeth were back to their normal size?
Their normal size, which still wasn't normal...
He loved her, she reminded herself, even with her oversized teeth.
It wasn't as though his tongue tended to collide with them when they were snogging. It wasn't as though they got in the way when his cock was in her mouth. Although, perhaps it could be easier if her teeth were a normal size...
She watched the teeth continue to shrink. "Madam Pomfrey," she called, her lips colliding with the shrinking teeth as she pronounced the 'm' sounds.
The matron turned away from Goyle. "Are you alright, Miss Granger? Is it time to halt the shrinking spell?"
But Hermione hesitated, thinking again of Harry's cock in her mouth. "Yes," she finally said, deliberately timing it a bit too late. Madam Pomfrey stopped the spell, leaving her staring at her own reflection with perfectly normal teeth.
A pit formed in her stomach as she felt a burst of guilt over her own vanity. She reminded herself that Harry would like it, and that the Slytherins and all of her other bullies now had one fewer feature over which to poke fun at her. She had been teased about her teeth for over ten years now, after all. No more.
She ran her tongue over the changed teeth, and felt them with her lips. They felt so strange in her mouth, so small, even though they looked like everyone else's teeth now.
When Harry entered the room, she kept her mouth shut and gave him a tight-lipped smile. He returned her smile, but stopped in front of Goyle's bed.
"I'm sorry about what happened," he said to the Slytherin.
Goyle, whose face was no longer covered in boils, looked pointedly away from him. "Bugger off, Potter," he muttered.
Harry grimaced and continued over to Hermione's bed, sitting on the edge of it and taking her hand. "How are your teeth feeling?"
"Fine," she replied, opening her lips as little as possible to say the word.
"Are you hungry at all? I didn't see you in the Great Hall, so I came here instead. I probably should have brought something for us to eat."
She smiled again, still hiding her teeth, and gave a shrug. "I'm fine."
He observed her for a moment, hesitating. "A woman pulled me into a broom cupboard today."
"What?" she exclaimed, forgetting about keeping her teeth hidden.
"A reporter, Rita Skeeter. She's doing a write-up on the champions, but she decided to interview me separately."
"In a broom cupboard?" Hermione asked furiously.
"Yup." Harry was staring at her mouth now, but Hermione was too incensed to care.
"What did she ask you about?"
"You, mostly." He winced. "I don't expect her article to be very flattering to either of us."
She huffed. "What did you tell her?"
"I honestly don't think it matters what I told her, she was using this special quill that kept changing my words."
Hermione frowned. "Is that legal?"
"I have no idea." He was still staring at her mouth. "Erm, Hermione?"
"What?"
"Your, erm..." But he didn't seem to know how to phrase the question.
Hermione, still fuming about the reporter interviewing her boyfriend in a broom cupboard of all places, decided to hurry through the conversation. "I had Madam Pomfrey stop the shrinking charm a bit too late."
"Intentionally?"
"Yes."
"Okay." He hesitated for another moment. "I think your teeth look good."
His hesitation didn't allay her nerves at all. "Really?"
"Yes." Leaning down, he briefly kissed the corner of her mouth, which instantly made her feel better. "If you're happy with it, then so am I."
She sighed, wishing he would give more of an opinion, even if it was just to flatter her some more. "Why don't you try kissing me properly, to see how different it feels?"
Just as he started to lean back down, however, Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat rather loudly from where she was approaching from her office. "This is not the place for that, you two," she said sternly. "You're free to go, Miss Granger."
"Thanks." Hermione sprang up from the bed, dragging Harry with her out of the wing. As soon as the door was shut between them and the matron, she pulled her boyfriend down for a snog.
She hummed as his tongue glided over her changed teeth. "So what do you think?"
"I like them," he replied, before invading her mouth more deeply and assaulting her tongue with his own.
She gave as good as she got, pulling him as close as she could and feeling the bulge below his waist. "I want to see how it feels when I suck your cock."
He groaned with eagerness at her words. "Again, I'll never say no to that."
Taking his hand again, she pulled him onwards until they found the nearest broom cupboard. They hadn't been in a broom cupboard together since the spring, as the fact that she no longer had qualms about sneaking into his dorm, and that they now knew about the Come and Go Room, meant there was no need to fool around in cramped and dirty cupboards. But the fact that some witch had pulled him into a cupboard earlier made her feel compelled to do the same, if for no other reason than to assert that she was the only one who had a right to do it.
Once they were inside, she lit up her wand and lay it across a bucket, and then knelt in front of her beau and quickly fished out his rigid cock. She stuck it in her mouth, moving it around and feeling how her smaller teeth gave her a bit more flexibility without having to worry about accidentally grazing him. He moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, running the tip along the roof of her mouth more than she had been able to do before.
She took him into her throat and swallowed, appreciating his resulting gasp, and then returned to moving him around in her mouth, keeping her tongue active to ensure he enjoyed the experimentation.
"Hermione," he moaned, weaving his fingers into her hair and starting to move her head a bit. She hummed her approval, yielding control so that he could fuck her mouth, although she continued to use her tongue to move him around and change the direction of his thrusts. The roof of her mouth took a pounding like it never had before, but she enjoyed it.
Her fingers massaged his balls, urging them to give her her prize. Finally, he gave a loud moan of her name and erupted, and she hummed as his warm cum coated her tongue. His taste was still a work in progress, but they were both working on improving their flavors for each other with better diets.
When he was spent, she popped him out of her mouth and looked up to show him the result, then swallowed it down. Returning him to his trousers and fixing his robes, she picked up her wand and stood, kissing him lightly. "So how was that?"
"Amazing," he replied reverently.
She smiled and kissed him again, and then ensured they were both presentable before they snuck out of the cupboard. She now knew for sure that she had made the right decision about her teeth.
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Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts, in the form of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.
Well, the large section of the article devoted to their relationship started off flatteringly, at least, but things deteriorated from there.
It was no secret that Hermione regularly spent nights in Harry's bed. Back in the Spring, there had been much speculation after the boys first caught her about just how sexually active she and Harry were. Evidently, or at least according to Rita Skeeter, that speculation was still rampant, and she ran with it in order to accuse Dumbledore of allowing students to engage in nightly debauchery in the castle. That was not to say that Skeeter didn't stay focused on Harry and Hermione, of course, wondering just how Hermione had employed the seductive wiles of her Muggle culture to worm her way into Harry's heart and bed.
Well, it could have been worse.
The wildfire of whispering ignited all over again, everywhere that she and Harry went outside of Gryffindor Tower, but she had gotten quite good at ignoring that and coached Harry to do the same. Both of them remained much more fixated on worrying about the increasingly looming first task, whatever it might be, and how to keep Harry alive throughout this fiasco of a tournament.
Finally, she broached to him her idea about the ritual.
"We would see each other's thoughts?" he asked warily.
"We would share thoughts, yes. But more importantly, we would share knowledge, so you would know everything that I know about how to cast spells. And vice versa."
He looked down. "Would... Would I be able to hide anything from you?"
She frowned. "What would you want to hide from me?"
He averted his gaze further. "Just... memories."
She arched a brow, but then her face softened as she guessed at what he was referring to. "Is this about your aunt and uncle?"
He gave a very small nod.
Anger welled within her, but whatever his relatives had done to him, there was nothing she could do about that right now. "I wouldn't go prying through your memories, Harry. I would just see it if you happen to think about them. The important thing is for you to be able to access my knowledge, whatever you might need."
"But that isn't fair," he blurted. "I would become much smarter, and you..."
"You know some things that I don't. I certainly wouldn't mind knowing how to cast a patronus, for example. And we should also be able to draw on some of each other's magic through this bond, making us both more powerful."
He perked up a bit at that. "So you'd be able to protect yourself better?"
"And so would you."
He opened his mouth but then closed it again, taking more time to think. "Alright," he said finally.
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By the time everything was ready, Hagrid had taken Madame Maxime and, secretly, Harry into the forest and shown them the dragons, and Hermione felt a pounding sense of urgency as she finished the last of the preparations. Harry was going to face a dragon! She needed to successfully perform this ritual, and then she needed to research everything she could about dragons and every spell that Harry might need to survive encountering one.
Finally, she and Harry stood together on either side of a runic circle that she had drawn with a white potion in a very plain Come and Go Room. At her instruction, they both took off all their clothes, and took a moment to appreciate each other's bodies before stepping inside the circle together and sitting down, their knees touching. She drew runes on him and then guided him on drawing the same runes on her, enjoying the soft touch of his fingers and the cold potion on her warm body.
And then she took his hands and closed her eyes and began chanting.
Almost instantly, they were no longer in the very plain room, but rather in an empty space of white light. She was still chanting in the outside world, but not in here, and she joined her lover in looking around the bright area.
But then he froze, looking behind himself, and she looked past him and did the same. A ball of dark, writhing shadow was hovering there, tainting the light around it.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, but it shouldn't be here."
The dark ball gave a furious shriek and advanced on them, only to be seemingly pushed back by the light.
Harry drew back until he was beside her, placing a protective arm around her waist. She leant into him, and the contact seemed to strengthen the light holding the shadow at bay.
And then it clicked, and she turned to her boyfriend. "I love you."
He stared at her. "What?"
"I love you, Harry. I really, really do."
The shadow gave a cry of pain.
"I love you too," he murmured.
She kissed him, and the shadow wailed. "Show me," she said against his lips.
"How?"
She drew back and returned to the ground. "Make love to me."
He stared at her for another moment, but then got down on top of her. She spread her legs, welcoming him between them, feeling his hardness press eagerly against her slit.
"I love you," she whispered as he resumed kissing her. Reaching between them, she grasped his cock and ran it along her slit, which was already so wet for him. "Don't make me wait."
"Are you ready?"
"I'm always ready for you. Just go slow." This wasn't happening in the outside world, and she doubted that it would hurt at all, but she still wanted him to be gentle at first.
He entered her slowly, as she requested, and she gasped at the feeling of her body stretching open to accommodate him. The pleasant fullness hit her soon afterwards.
When he was all the way inside, she pulled his lips back to hers. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you, Hermione. So much."
And then he began making love to her, pulling out and then thrusting back in in slow strokes that all but forced her breathing to synchronize with them. The feeling of the boy she loved moving within her was amazing beyond words.
"Harry," she moaned.
"Hermione," he moaned back, speeding up his movements. His arms curled beneath her shoulders, holding her close as she angled her body to aid his thrusts.
"More," she gasped, and he sped up further. His thrusts became rougher, forcing little cries of pleasure out of her each time he surged in.
Every expletive and exclamation of divinity that Hermione had ever heard surged through her head in a steady stream as she lost herself completely in the feeling of lovemaking. Her orgasm hit suddenly, without her even being aware of its approach, and her cunt clenched tightly around Harry's cock, forcing a groan out of him.
And then he was erupting, the liquid heat of his cum surging into her and coating her insides with his warmth. The light around them became blinding, and there was a loud shriek of agony from beyond it that was abruptly cut off.
And then they were back in the plain room, still sitting opposite each other. The floor beneath her bare slit was soaked, and his own cum had splashed over his crossed shins, his cock now lying wearily amidst the mess. The runes had dissolved from their bodies and the circle around them, and everything felt very quiet.
But she could also feel him within her mind, feel his love and his questions. She met his questions with her theories about what just happened, about the light and the shadow. Grabbing her wand from beyond the circle, she imitated the spell that Malfoy used two years ago to conjure a small snake.
"What is this place?" the snake hissed, confirming that not only could Harry still speak to snakes, but she could understand it via his thoughts. She vanished the conjuration and turned back to her boyfriend.
"That was a piece of Voldemort?" he asked aloud.
"I'm quite sure that it was."
"But it's gone now?"
She nodded. "Destroyed by love, the same way that you forced him out of Professor Quirrell. But it left behind the abilities that it gave you."
Harry nodded slowly, and then blinked as a new confusion surfaced. He took off his glasses and frowned at them, and then looked at her face.
"Your eyesight has improved?" she asked, hearing his thoughts.
"Yes."
"Maybe that thing was what hurt your eyesight in the first place." Her gaze was drawn upwards to another change. "And your scar looks... old, all of a sudden. Faded, like a scar from twelve years ago should look."
He raised his fingers to his scar. "It feels different, like..." He trailed off, but his thoughts added one more word: Empty.
"The killing curse doesn't leave a mark. I think your scar was something else."
"A piece of him?"
"Yes." She shook her head. "It was probably some dark magic that he learned long ago, some way to leave pieces of himself behind after his body was destroyed. Maybe that's how he stayed alive all this time."
He sighed. "So long as the one in me is gone now."
She nodded. "Maybe we can use love to destroy the rest of him, somehow."
"With sex?"
She felt herself blush. "Maybe." They hadn't really done it, of course, only in their heads. She was still a virgin, and could still save their first time for a romantic occasion.
"If you say so," he murmured, some cheek entering his tone. But his thoughts confirmed that he would wait as long as she wished him to for the right moment.
Moving past that consideration for the time being, she turned and raised her wand again, thinking of all the wonderful time she had spent with her lover. "Expecto Patronum!" There was a burst of silver light, and a glowing creature erupted from her wand.
What stood before her was a tall, gleaming lion, its mane every bit as wild as her own.
Harry retrieved his own wand, and cast his own patronus. The lioness looked a little bit larger now than she was when he cast the spell back in June, and approached the other patronus. As the two conjurations touched, they glowed even more brightly, the same way that the light brightened when Harry and Hermione made love in their joined minds.
The lioness nuzzled the lion before the two apparitions faded, and Hermione turned to Harry, beaming. He beamed back at her, his eyes shining without his glasses in the way.
"Well," she said quietly, "you won't have any trouble with the summoning charm anymore."
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It wasn't until after the first task that she was exposed to just how often her boyfriend fantasized about her. Once the terrifying challenge was out of the way, she found herself pulled into erotic scenarios every night in their shared dreams, which invariably ended with them shagging each other silly in enchanting locations. But, of course, his fantasies weren't limited to the nighttime, and she often found herself fighting to clear her head of visions of him pulling her onto his lap in the Great Hall and thrusting his cock inside her, or ducking under her desk in class and putting his tongue between her legs.
The worst came in History of Magic, which even she had to admit was an exceptionally dull class. She struggled mightily to keep her attention on the droning lecture from Professor Binns, or at a minimum keep her face neutral, while her hopelessly distracted boyfriend filled her head with a fantasy of him bouncing her on his cock in the middle of the classroom. She could feel her cunt repeatedly trying to grip tightly onto his cock each time he pulled her down on him, and bit hard on the back of her own hand to keep from screaming through her orgasm as Binns hovered obliviously in front of the blackboard.
After the class, she again furiously pulled Harry into a broom cupboard, this time torn between snogging him and slapping him, but she inevitably chose the first option.
And then McGonagall announced the Yule Ball, and privately told Harry that he and the other champions would open the ball with their partners. Hermione eavesdropped through his thoughts as she waited outside the classroom, using the connection to reassure him that they would practice dancing before the event. When he emerged, he gave her a small, nervous smile.
"You do still have to ask me, you know."
"What?"
"You have to ask me to be your partner for the dance. Aloud, please."
"But you're already my girlfriend. And you were just thinking about us practicing beforehand."
"Yes, but I would still very much like for you to ask the question."
He smirked. "Alright, then. Hermione Granger, would you do me the honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?"
She smiled. "It would be my pleasure to do you just such an honor, Harry Potter." She added a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Oh, it'll be your pleasure, alright," he whispered, causing her to giggle.
Taking his hand, she led him away down the hall, and added an extra thought to get him even more excited for the ball. It would, after all, be the perfect romantic event for them to conclude with their real first time.
Chapter 6: Sex
Notes:
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Hermione screamed as her lover's cock pistoned within her. She was on her hands and knees on his bed, and he was kneeling behind her, his hands on her hips, his thrusts fast and hard and filling every bit of space inside her that she could offer him.
But then, suddenly, she was on her side, beneath his blanket, his arm around her and his rigid cock between her legs, just grazing her slit. She groaned, regretting waking up in the middle of the dream, before their climax.
"Hermione," he moaned, pressing his face into her hair. He had also woken up, and his arm tightened around her, her back flush against his chest. His cock shifted to press more insistently against her slit, and she raised her leg to aid him. Reaching down, she gripped his cock and angled him just right so he could push in, and moaned as he began to stretch her open.
No! The shout from her awakening brain caused them both to freeze. The Yule Ball, she reminded them, they would do this for the first time after the Yule Ball and it would be romantic and perfect.
His tip was sticking into her, but no more than she had taken before when she used to tantalize him before the ritual. She pulled him out of her with more than a little reluctance, and instead moved him against her clit, moaning again when he pushed through her hand slightly and against her sensitive nub.
Neither of their orgasms were far off, thanks to the interrupted dream. She used him as a toy until she got hers, and then let him thrust along her soaked slit until he erupted, his cum spilling across the top of her thigh. She regretted that the warm cum wasn't filling her womb like it was meant to, but again reminded herself and him that they would have a perfect, romantic first time.
As they fell still, they became aware of the sounds of masturbation from around the room. At least three of the boys were wanking, and she tried to tune it out until a surprising yelp came from the direction of Dean's bed. "Parvati!"
All other sound vanished, and Harry and Hermione perked up, sharing an amused glance.
"What was that, mate?" Seamus asked.
There was no response, and then the rustling of sheets. Not wanting to miss the show, Hermione hurried out of her boyfriend's bed and put on her nightgown, drawing his curtain aside to reveal Seamus arriving at Dean's curtain and wrenching it out of the way, revealing the boy in question sitting up in bed, his blanket bunched around his waist and his hands covering his face.
"What did you say?" Seamus asked, sounding thoroughly entertained.
"Nothing!" Dean groaned into his hands. "I said nothing!"
"That isn't what it sounded like to me," said Seamus, sharing an amused look with Hermione as she arrived at the foot of the bed. "It sounded to me like you shouted the name of a certain lass as you blew your wad. The name of one of our Hermione's roommates, in fact."
Dean lowered his hands, and his very red face looked at her pleadingly.
"I won't tell her," she assured him.
"Thanks," he mumbled, before turning an irritated look on Seamus. "You've got to admit, she's grown bloody beautiful. Best-looking girl in our year, I think. Well, one of two, since she's an identical twin, but Padma's too bookish for me."
Seamus shrugged, looking again at Hermione. "To each their own, I guess."
But Hermione wasn't offended at all, and she could feel her boyfriend's utterly unnecessary relief that at least one of his roommates preferred someone else. "You should ask her to the Yule Ball," she suggested.
Dean's red face took on a look of horror. "What?"
Hermione shrugged. "Why not? I don't think she has a date yet."
Dean opened his mouth and then closed it again, and looked at Seamus.
"Go for it, mate," Seamus encouraged. "If she turns you down, it won't be any more humiliating than this is."
Dean covered his face with his hands again, groaning loudly.
Unable to hold back her giggle, Hermione covered her own mouth with her hand, looking at Seamus and then at the other boys in the room. Her amusement died when she saw the jealous expression on Ron's face.
Following the first task, most of the boys had come around to the danger that Harry was facing and the belated understanding that he likely hadn't placed his own name in the goblet. The major exception was Ron, whose limited rationality, despite Hermione's attempts to nurture it over the course of three years of friendship, had been completely consumed by his jealousy.
Ignoring the redhead, she turned back to her boyfriend. His cum was still dribbling a bit down her thigh, although that would be halted soon by its own stickiness. Prancing back across the room, she kissed him deeply, savoring the echoes of pleasure from his thoughts that merged with her own pleasure at the kiss.
"I'm going to take a shower," she told him, and smirked at the image that promptly surfaced in his thoughts. "You ought to do the same."
"I will."
She kissed him again, then waved at the other boys and left the room. She didn't bother with any stealth as she descended the boys' stairs and then climbed the girls', ignoring the looks that she received. Up in her own dormitory, she found Lavender and Parvati chatting away as Lav applied her daily glamours.
"Good morning," Lavender said, smirking at Hermione's spirited arrival. "How was your night with Harry's cock?"
"Quite enjoyable," Hermione replied lightly, smiling at the girls in turn. "Say, Parv, have you been asked to the Yule Ball yet?"
Parvati's face fell. "No," she answered glumly.
"I'm sure it's nothing against you," Hermione said assuringly. "The boys are probably intimidated by your beauty. The same goes for Padma."
"Well, I could do with them being a little braver, then, couldn't I?"
"You certainly could," Hermione agreed. "What about Dean? He's fit."
Lavender giggled. "Don't let Harry hear you say that."
Hermione didn't mention that Harry could already hear anything she said via her thoughts. He knew what she was doing, of course, and didn't feel any jealousy over her comment.
"Well, Dean is fit," Parvati agreed. "I certainly wouldn't mind it if he asked me, not that I expect him to."
Hermione mentally nudged Harry to give Dean a bit more encouragement after his shower. "Maybe he will, you never know. Anyway, I'm going to take a shower. I certainly need one."
The girls broke into giggles, and she smiled at them before entering the bathroom. Shucking her nightgown, she glanced down at the stain on her thigh and started the shower.
As soon as she entered, she was hit with a vision of him pressing her against the wall and thrusting his cock inside her. "Harrrryyy!" she yelped through a laugh. "Focus on your own shower, please. I need you to keep yourself clean for me."
He gave his own laugh, but did in fact refocus on the purpose of his shower, leaving her to clean herself off. She regretfully washed his cum off her leg, and was careful not to give him any ideas about just how soon he could paint her skin with another load.
xxx
He gave her a devilish smirk when she entered the Great Hall, and she stuck her tongue out at him as she approached. As she sat down beside him, she contemplated flicking the bridge of the glasses that he no longer needed and was now just wearing so that no one would ask about their absence. She had charmed the glasses so that they wouldn't modify his vision anymore.
But her face fell when she saw Ginny Weasley watching them from up the table. Watching Harry.
She turned to Neville, who quickly looked down as soon as her eyes landed on him. "So, Nev, any thoughts about whom you'll ask to the ball?"
"Erm, no."
"I've been thinking about the third-years, how they won't be allowed to go if none of the older students ask them. Maybe you're just the boy for the job."
"I am?"
"Are there any third-years whom you would like to go with?"
Neville hesitated, and then his gaze turned towards Ginny.
"Ron won't like that," Harry muttered.
"I don't particularly care how Ron feels about anything right now, do you?" She deliberately said it loudly enough to ensure that Ron would hear her from where he was sitting a little ways off, and watched his face darken.
Harry looked away, and she felt him cycle through old memories of his times with Ron, particularly the memory of Ron sitting with him on the Hogwarts Express at a time when Harry had never before had a friend his own age. She sighed, taking his hand and trying to reassure him that he would have other friendships that would be more stable and healthy.
"You should ask whomever you want to," she said to Neville. "It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks."
"Unless she has a boyfriend," he muttered quietly, not looking at her.
"Right, in that case, you'd better find someone else."
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Trying to practice dancing with a boy who was perpetually randy for her was not productive at all, especially when said boy could project directly into her head his dirty fantasies about the different things they could be 'practicing' if they didn't have their clothes in the way. "Dammit, Harry!" she cried out after he brought her to an orgasm while barely touching her skin at all, simply from the way their bodies were moving together and the imaginings that he was bombarding her with of their bodies moving together in just a slightly different way...
"This is ballroom dancing," she said wearily a while later, her knickers hopelessly ruined and his boxers definitely creamed at least once. "It's not, nothing like..."
He kissed her, his fingers kneading her waist through her robes. "I dunno, it feels pretty sexy with you."
"Everything feels sexy with me, apparently."
"You're not wrong." He recaptured her mouth. He was hard again, his bulge pressing against her belly through all the fabric in between, and she moaned and pressed back against him.
And then they were in their dreamscape again, no clothes in the way and him between her legs. She sucked in a breath as he thrust into her, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her hard and fast. She exploded in minutes, slumping against him in the real world as he continued bucking against her.
"This isn't going to work," she breathed out finally once they had finished and returned to Earth. "This practicing... I think we need to do it with others."
"Just the dancing practice, you mean."
"Of course, you idiot."
He lowered his lips to her neck, nipping at her skin. "Well, if we're done with practicing for right now..."
She tried to protest that they hadn't even really started, but no words came out and she simply moaned as he led her over to the bed that the Come and Go Room kept providing for them.
xxx
They recruited Dean and Parvati, which definitely helped. Dean had bucked up and asked her to the ball, and now they were rather adorably nervous about going together, but they were both better dancers than Harry and Hermione were.
Hermione laughed as Dean lead her in an impromptu little waltz around the dormitory, while trying to keep her attention on where Parvati was rather sternly guiding her boyfriend. Harry, in a very dramatic reversal from how insolent and erotic a student he was under Hermione's tutelage, listened to Parvati as though she were a young Professor McGonagall, carefully obeying her instructions and profusely apologizing when he messed up. After a few sessions of this, she was confident that she and Harry wouldn't make fools of themselves on the dance floor at the ball, so long as he didn't start projecting fantasies into her head again as soon as his hands were back on her.
As the ball drew closer, however, it wasn't just her boyfriend's fantasies that she had to worry about. She was getting closer every day to losing her virginity, to finally having her lover's cock inside her in real life. The anticipation vibrated through every inch of her flesh, and she found herself more and more regularly trapped in her own fantasies as the occasion neared.
Finally, it was the morning of the ball, and she sat on her bed, clutching her next vial of the contraceptive potion. A lot had happened since she took her last dose at the Burrow, on the night before the return to Hogwarts, and her relationship with Harry had undergone dramatic development. Tonight, however, would be the most drastic step forwards of all, when their romance would finally evolve into a full-fledged sexual relationship, and most likely a very, very active sexual relationship.
This was the first time that she would really need this potion.
Taking a deep breath, she uncorked the vial and drank the potion, shivering as the familiar chill engulfed her womb. There was a sense of finality to it now, as though this were the final step that once and for all sealed the fate of her maidenhead, even if she technically still had several hours left as a virgin.
"Good girl." Her boyfriend's voice emerged in her ear, and she gave a little jump as she felt warm arms envelop her and pull her into their dreamscape. He settled her on his lap, which was as bare as it always was in their shared fantasies, and his rigid cock landed against her equally bare bum.
"I'm ready," she told him, her nerves settling as soon as she felt her boyfriend beneath her. She loved him and wanted him, and she could feel that he loved her and wanted her just as much.
"Good," he moaned, grinding his cock lightly against her arse. "I am too."
She moaned in anticipation. Bracing her hands on his thighs, she lifted herself up and over his cock, and sighed as he filled her, wondering if this would be the last time they did this only inside a dream.
"Hermione," he moaned, gripping her hips as she rode him slowly.
"Harry," she replied in kind, "I can't wait to do this for real."
"Me either." He began thrusting up into her, aiding her downward movements and surging deeper into her. "Can't wait."
The anticipation accelerated their pleasure, and she rode him faster, slamming her hips down onto his as his cock filled her again and again. How much better would it feel in reality? How much more wildly would she tremble on his body? How much louder would he make her scream? How much more powerful would her orgasms be?
They moaned in unison as they came together, their pleasure cresting and their cum mingling inside her. She longed to feel it happen for real, to truly feel his seed invade her now-protected womb, to feel him fill her up in all the ways he hadn't done so yet.
"Soon," she sighed in response to their shared thought. "Very soon."
"What's soon?" She was suddenly yanked back into reality by Parvati's voice, and opened her eyes to find both Lavender and Parvati standing in front of her, blinking at her with confused and amused faces.
"Hi," she gasped, her voice suddenly hoarse from a mix of pleasure and horror.
"I wonder who you were just daydreaming about," Lavender said teasingly.
"And just how wild a dream it was," Parvati added, wiggling her eyebrows.
Hermione felt as though she had never blushed hotter before. She was freshly shagged, at least in her dream, and had just been caught in the act, sort of, by her roommates. Her hands tightly clutched the empty vial, not that it could protect her from this particular problem.
Lavender's gaze dropped to the vial. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes," Hermione confessed quietly.
Parvati looked down at her open trunk, where the two remaining doses that she had brewed over the summer sat, awaiting their turns to protect her over the next six months. "You have more of it?"
"I made enough over the summer to last me for the entire year," she explained. "It's just in case, of course," she quickly added at her roommates' looks. She certainly wasn't about to tell them that she would be losing her virginity that very night.
"Is it difficult to brew?" Lavender asked.
"Not particularly," Hermione replied. "At least, it isn't difficult for me."
"Could you teach us?" Parvati asked. "You know, just in case."
"Sure."
Lavender looked down at the two waiting vials. "It might be good to take some before tonight," she mused. "Just in case, of course," she added at the scandalized looks from both Hermione and Parvati. "I'm certainly not planning to let Seamus shag me."
Parvati stared at her for another moment, and then looked down at the vials. "I suppose you're right."
Hermione sighed and shut her eyes. "Take them," she conceded. "We can brew more in here, so long as I can get the ingredients."
"Thanks, Hermione!" Lavender enthused, retrieving both of the vials and handing one to Parv.
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She could feel her boyfriend practically trembling with excitement as he waited in the common room. Her heart pounded as she slowly and carefully descended the stairs, and she paused just before stepping into his field of view, Lavender and Parvati behind her.
"Go on," Parv encouraged, looking visibly eager to see Dean's reaction to her own beauty.
Hermione took a deep breath and then continued onward, watching as Harry's gaze fixed on her. His eyes went wide and the rest of his face went slack, and the noisy anticipation that had been filling his head went completely silent.
Smiling at him, she finished descending the stairs, watching his dumbfounded expression. He was far from the only boy in the room who was staring, but she only cared to focus on his reaction, basking in his admiration and the stunned silence of his thoughts.
"Wow," Dean muttered beside him, although his eyes were on Parvati.
The three girls stopped in front of their dates, and Hermione patiently waited for her boyfriend to say something. When he failed to say anything for several seconds, however, that patience ran out. "What do you think?"
"Wow," he whispered through his next exhale, and she could see firsthand that he could think of nothing more intricate than that. It was as though the sight of her had melted his brain, and that fact made her confidence soar.
"You look very handsome," she told him, and it was true. Mrs. Weasley's choice of dress robes for him suited him quite well, even if the shade of green she had selected slightly missed matching his eye color.
"Thanks," he murmured automatically, before jumping a bit as Seamus clapped his shoulder.
"Snap out of it, mate," Seamus joked before winking at Hermione, who giggled lightly. "Come on, let's get these beautiful girls down to the ball, yeah?"
Hermione traded looks with Lavender and Parvati before refocusing on her boyfriend as he finally pulled himself free of his stupor. "You look so beautiful," he mumbled.
She felt herself blush a bit, knowing just how earnestly he meant the compliment. "Thank you."
xxx
They traded mental nudges as they listened to Dumbledore tell Karkaroff his tale about the room full of chamber pots. They were certain that he was referring to the Come and Go Room, and it was thrilling to think that they had discovered a secret of Hogwarts that the old Headmaster hadn't deciphered yet, even if it only happened because Dobby told them about it.
And then the time came for the dancing, and they stood amidst the other champions and their dates. They moved just as they had practiced with Dean and Parvati, and while they weren't perfect, their mistakes were subtle enough not to be noticed by the vast crowd watching them. Hermione was so thrilled with Harry's performance and with the feeling of his hands on her that she had an intense urge to snog him right there in front of everyone, and she felt the same urge in her boyfriend. They held themselves back, however, conscientious of their audience.
But when the onlookers joined the champions in dancing, reducing the number of spectators, the young lovers let their control slip. Their dance slowed as Harry's lips descended upon hers, kissing her sweetly at first and then more deeply. She gave as good as she got, weaving her fingers into his hair and pulling his head closer.
This lasted until they received a hard nudge, and they pulled apart to find Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang dancing beside them. "Not in the middle of everyone, you two," Cedric said with an amused grin, one that was matched by his girlfriend. "Save that for later, yeah?"
Harry and Hermione both blushed, but neither wanted to wait until later. Hermione offered the thought that they should go for a walk, and Harry immediately agreed.
The rose garden outside was blanketed in a charm that protected it from the December chill, and it felt as warm as the height of spring as they wandered hand-in-hand. They weren't the only couple who was emerging this early to venture into the garden, and they watched as older couples wasted no time in claiming the stone benches and wrapping themselves up in each other's attention. They decided to do the same, and sat together on one of the benches and resumed the kissing that they had begun on the dance floor.
As the haze of pleasure and lust rose through their shared thoughts, sitting beside him was soon no longer enough, and she stood from the bench and shifted onto his lap, smiling into their next kiss when she felt his growing bulge. She moved herself subtly against it, her smile widening as his soft moan vibrated against her lips. Checking to make sure that none of the other couples were looking their way, she moved a bit more, pulling back from the snogging to move her lips to his ear.
"Do you want me, Harry?"
He buried his face in her neck and moaned again, his thoughts answering the question for him. In an instant, they were naked in their dreamscape, and he thrust into her hard and desperately. She gasped, burying her own face against his and clinging to him as he fucked her.
But doing this only in a shared dream was no longer enough, not when they were both so intensely anticipating doing it for real. Breaking free from the fantasy, she got off of him and tugged on his hand, and he stood with her and followed her back inside. They both looked around quickly to make sure that no one saw them as they snuck away from the crowds, and then they hurried up the flights of stairs and along the corridors to the Come and Go Room.
Once inside their private, magical bedroom, their anticipation only continued to grow, and they hurried out of their dress robes. He faltered, however, when he saw that all she was wearing beneath her robes were a strapless bra and panties that matched the color of her dress, and her body burned hot at the intensity of his reaction. It was her first time wearing a strapless bra other than when she first bought it, and he was quite obviously very fond of the unusual article.
That isn't to say that it stayed on her for much longer, of course.
When she was naked and he was down to his boxers, she stopped his progress and knelt in front of him, removing the last piece of clothing herself. His cock was rigid and eager, and she could feel that he was already on the cusp of his first eruption of the night.
Leaning forwards, she teased his tip with her tongue, and shuddered as she felt his pleasure at her action. Since the night of the ritual, they'd been so caught up in their dream-shagging that they'd only gone down on each other a couple of times each, and it was a surreal experience to feel all the pleasure that they were causing each other when they did it.
Tonight, however, it would be short-lived, since he was already so close. She took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around him, and opened her throat for him when she felt him moan and tremble. Dropping down lower, she swallowed around his tip, her hand rising to gently prod his balls in a silent request for his cum.
It was only seconds before he obliged her, and she rose back up to catch his cum in her mouth as his pleasure blasted across their bond.
As his orgasm ebbed and he slumped above her, they both became aware of how desperately her own body was burning in response to the pleasure. At his mental urging, she backed off and stood, and then he took over guiding her movements until she was climbing backwards onto the bed, her legs spread and her cunt glistening hungrily before him.
He bent and delved between her legs, and she cried out, knowing she would barely manage to last any longer than he did. His tongue reached inside her, lapping at her inner walls while his nose nudged her clit, and she amended her understanding to accept that she wouldn't last any longer than he did at all.
She came with a scream of his name, her thighs clamping around his ears and holding him where he was as she bucked violently against his face. When she released him enough to allow him to rise, his mouth and chin were glistening with the evidence of her pleasure, and he looked very proud of himself, as though they hadn't been winding themselves up since long before they entered this room.
With an attempt at a huff that still came out partially as a very satisfied sigh, she righted herself on the bed, and her thoughts beckoned for him to join her. He crawled directly over her, his half-hard cock already landing in position where his face had just been, and ground lightly against her as his arousal reasserted itself following his first explosion.
She moaned when he nudged his tip against her clit, her own body jolting back to life. "Are you ready?" he whispered breathily.
"Yes," she replied immediately, every bit as eager as he was. Her breath caught as he trailed his tip along her slit until it notched in place at her entrance.
Just as he began to breach her, however, she stopped him with a thought. "Wait, I want to be on top for this."
He withdrew and lay down beside her, and she rose up, straddling him and gripping his cock. She took a deep breath as their last moments of shared anticipation reverberated through them, and began lowering herself down.
Both of them gasped as her entrance stretched around his tip. This had happened before, but they'd never gone further than this, and they moaned in unison as she continued to lower and take the rest of him for the first time. Her depths opened around him, and there was a moment of resistance and a quick popping sensation, accompanied by a brief sting that was muted by the swirl of his pleasure through her. She could feel how tight and hot her walls were around him and how amazing it felt for him, and that propelled her past whatever discomfort she was feeling as she lowered further and opened more of herself around him.
And then she was seated against his balls and thighs, his cock fully embedded inside her. She sucked in a breath, clenching experimentally around the intrusion, and the resulting blast of his pleasure caused her to tremble.
"Hermione," he moaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place. His eyes were shut, his face a mask of pleasure at the feeling of her, of finally being inside her. The little previews they had given themselves in their shared fantasies severely undersold the experience, and they were both a little bit in shock at just how intense the sensation was.
And then it got even better when she rose back up, gasping at the drag of his cock along her inner walls. The discomfort was gone and only pleasure was left, both his and her own. Placing her hands over his on her hips, she silently urged him to help her move, and began riding him slowly, fighting to hold onto her senses as their pleasure joined and combined and intensified through the bond.
Their fantasies never could have predicted this feeling.
She experimented with different angles and riding motions, and every small shift felt better than its predecessor, and only a small fraction of her faculties was available to wonder whether that was just a result of the constant crescendo of pleasure in their shared mind. Soon, her movements became entirely automatic, her higher functions completely overwhelmed by the building pleasure that was pulsing through her from both her own insides and his.
Her boyfriend, for his part, had long since given up trying to do any thinking as she rode him. He continued to aid her movements mechanically, every other part of his awareness focused entirely on the gripping and dragging of her walls and the scalding heat of her body around his most sensitive appendage.
Before long, however, the muscles that she was using began to burn from the constant, unfamiliar motion, and she slowed and slumped over him. Responding to her thoughts, he rolled them over, keeping himself inside her as she landed on her back with him above her, and he took over the thrusting, burying his face in her neck and moaning as he promptly lost himself to the shared pleasure all over again.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, shutting her eyes as the pulsing pleasure filled every cell of her being. No longer doing any of the work herself, she lost herself in the sensation as much as he had, although the muscles just behind her stretched inner walls responded to his desire to keep feeling her clench around him.
Feeling what she needed, he snuck his hand between their bucking bodies and pressed his finger against her clit, rubbing gently, and that was the trigger for her explosion. She screamed, her arms and legs and vaginal walls all clamping around him as tightly as possible, and her pleasure triggered his own climax. An immediate, powerful aftershock ran through her at the sensation of his hot seed splashing into her womb for the first time, and another moan emerged as the foreign warmth settled against her walls.
She felt complete, her lover's cock inside her and his cum in her womb, where it belonged.
He slumped on her, and she kept him in her tight embrace, not wanting him to slip out just yet. His weight was a pleasant blanket, and he relaxed at the thought, his brief concern about hurting her dissipating.
"We just shagged," he breathed against her ear.
She giggled, and he felt it in every bit of her that was wrapped around him. "Yeah, we did."
He kissed her jaw. "I love you."
"I love you too."
xxx
Uncounted hours and even days passed around the haze of semi-conscious bliss in their secret room. They were powerless to stop themselves, now knowing and already addicted to the absolute pleasure that inundated their shared mind when they did this. He was nearly perpetually inside her, and when she was too tired or sore to move with him in real life, they moved together painlessly in their dreamworld, the pleasure of their fantasies now enhanced to match the sensations they had discovered together.
They weren't always on the bed. The room could provide anything they desired, and they tried out shagging anywhere they could think of. Sometimes, they immersed themselves in a warm jacuzzi that bubbled as they made love within it. Other times, there was a shower that was large enough for them to test out various positions.
The room also gave them soft bathrobes, although they only wore these when they called on Dobby to bring them food, and then only for long enough for the house-elf to joyfully disappear and then reappear with their requests. They didn't actually manage to make it through most meals before their desires stirred again, and she would often wind up on his lap, rocking gently on his cock while they continued to feed each other.
It was only when both their bodies and their imaginations were hopelessly exhausted that Hermione finally allowed herself to consider just how much time they had spent hidden away here, and allowed her better judgment to have its say. "We should probably head back to Gryffindor Tower at some point. I'm sure our friends are wondering."
"They can certainly guess what we're up to."
"Yes, but it's been quite a while. We don't want them getting concerned."
"Concerned about what, that we shagged each other to death?"
"Well, considering the things that tend to happen to you at this school, who knows?"
He sighed, holding her close and burying his face in her hair. "What if we just stay here?"
His thoughts made it clear that he didn't just mean it for the sake of the rampant sex. He longed to continue to escape from everything else that he had to deal with in the outside world.
"Harry," she said softly, kissing his shoulder, "we'll get through everything together. We always will."
He tightened his hold. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She pulled back to kiss his lips, and pressed their hips together. "Let's make love one more time, and then we'll go back."
He reluctantly agreed, but dragged out that last session as much as he could. She certainly didn't mind.
And then they were getting out of bed and getting dressed, and it felt strange to wear clothes again after spending days on end naked together. Her knickers felt suffocating against her stretched and sodden cunt, and she briefly contemplated going without them, but so much of his cum was still inside her that it would probably leak all the way down her legs if she didn't contain it somehow.
"You're sure it's time to go?" he asked quietly before they left, conveying his reluctance one last time.
"Yes," she replied with both apology and determination.
He grimaced and nodded, and they returned to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was full, and it was immediately apparent that everyone in their year and above knew what they had been up to. Feeling herself blush hotly at the reactions, be they proud or scandalized or envious, she chastely kissed Harry's cheek and then hurried across to the girls' stairs, climbing up to her dormitory.
As expected, Lav and Parv were immediately on her heels. "Well, well, well," said Lavender, "you're alive after all."
"Yes," she replied plainly, not looking at them.
"And just what were you and Mr. Potter doing during your extended absence, Miss Granger?" Parvati asked in that same awful impression of McGonagall that she performed after the couple skipped the Hogsmeade trip last year.
Hermione huffed, knowing they already knew the truth. "We were having a lot of sex. Quite a lot."
The girls broke into giggles at her blunt honesty, and these continued as they secluded themselves in their dormitory.
"You spent the entire time shagging?" Lav asked.
"Yes."
"But it's been days!" Parv pointed out, no longer attempting to impersonate their Head of House.
"I'm aware of that. Like I said, it was quite a lot of sex."
The giggles lasted for a while longer as the girls sat themselves on Lavender's bed, and Hermione joined them there.
"Well, I can't say I blame you," Lav said finally. "It does feel awfully good, doesn't it?"
Hermione was suddenly thrown for a loop, and her jaw fell open. "What?"
Parvati brought her knees up to her chest and crossed her ankles, now looking a bit shy. "The longer you were gone, the more curious we got, so..." She glanced at Lavender and shrugged.
"...so we took a page from your book and snuck into the boys' dorm at night," Lavender finished for her.
Hermione stared at her. "You had sex with Seamus?"
She nodded.
"And I had sex with Dean," said Parv. "It was rather cute, actually. They took our virginities at almost the exact same moment."
"And it felt really good," Lavender added.
Hermione looked back and forth between her roommates, then shook her head. "Wow."
"Oh don't act like that, considering what you were doing the whole time."
"Yes, but Harry and I are dating. We had sex for the first time on the anniversary of our first kiss." That hadn't actually occurred to her until just now.
"Well, it's not like we're the only ones. It turns out that quite a lot of others also decided to lose their virginities after the ball. Mostly in the older years, but some in ours."
"Although they actually waited until after the ball, rather than leaving practically right at the beginning of it," Parvati added cheekily, renewing Hermione's blush.
"With all the shagging happening in the castle these past few days, of course we had to try it ourselves," said Lavender.
Hermione shook her head again, amazed. She'd had no idea what had been going on in the castle around her while she was lost in her haven of endless pleasure with Harry.
"We should all sneak over to the boys again tonight," said Parv, giving her a very suggestive look.
Hermione's eyes widened. She certainly intended to spend the night with her boyfriend again, but she hadn't contemplated the thought of two other couples shagging in the room at the same time that she and Harry did it. It would be very different from hearing the other boys wank after she and Harry got each other off, wouldn't it?
Although, a spark of curiosity burned within her. What would it be like to hear other couples having sex while Harry was inside her?
Her thoughts turned to her boyfriend, who was presently having a much louder and more congratulatory conversation with the other boys in their dormitory, which was enabling her to consider Parv's proposal without him noticing.
"Okay," she said finally, "we'll do that."
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When Harry caught wind of the plan via her thoughts, he kept it from the other boys, enabling the girls to surprise them with their invasion of the dormitory that night. They didn't wait until very late or worry about stealth, as there was clearly quite a lot of "sneaking around" happening in Hogwarts that week. Hermione caught sight of Katie Bell sneaking into the fifth-year boys' dorm, and Katie met her eye and blushed a bit, and Hermione smiled at her as she recalled their conversation from back in September.
When the girls entered, they found none of the curtains drawn around beds yet, and only four of the boys present. "Well hello," said Dean, his eyes widening at the sight of the three girls boldly entering the boys' space. Then his gaze settled on Parvati and he smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Harry was seated on the foot of his bed, lacking his roommates' surprise, and Hermione settled herself on his lap as she inquired about the missing boy. "Where is Ron?"
"He, er, went home," said Neville. "Said that his parents were missing all their children who stayed at Hogwarts over the break, so he went to be with them."
"Well that was kind of him," Hermione said tentatively, although she could see the darkness in the expressions of all three of the boys who had been present at the time of Ron's departure. There was more to the story that they weren't saying.
Ron had failed to secure a date for the Yule Ball and had decided to skip the event rather than go stag. Hermione guessed that he would have had a very difficult time hearing Seamus and Dean begin their sexual relationships with Lav and Parv, given his tendency towards jealousy. Had there been an outburst of some kind?
Feeling her boyfriend's thoughts darken at her speculation, she gave him a reassuring smile and then quickly changed the subject. "And how have you been?" she asked Neville.
"I'm, er..." He blushed a bit. "I've been good."
"He and Ginny are dating now," said Dean.
"And they're being adorably old-fashioned about it," Seamus added.
"It's not old-fashioned," Neville replied quickly, now blushing brightly. "We're just going more slowly than you lot. She's, er, not ready for... things like that."
"That's understandable," said Hermione, shooting disapproving looks at Dean and Seamus. "It's perfectly fine if both of you want to take things more slowly. You don't have to feel pressured by your roommates."
"Thanks," Neville mumbled.
"Yeah, what she said," Dean agreed, although only after Parvati gave him a hard nudge in the ribs from her perch on his lap.
"And she's young," Lavender added. "She's only thirteen."
Harry, who was still worrying about Ron, privately added the thought that Neville dating his sister can't have helped with his temper. Hermione agreed, and decided that maybe it was for the best if he stayed away from Hogwarts for a bit. And perhaps Molly and Arthur would help him through his jealousy and anger. Her boyfriend agreed with that, somewhat reluctantly.
"Anyway," said Seamus, "what did you three have in mind when you so brazenly invaded our private space tonight?" He shot Lavender a knowing look, and she grinned back at him.
"What do you think?" Parvati asked, turning on Dean's lap and kissing him chastely.
Tuning out the other two couples, Hermione turned her thoughts back inward, pulling Harry into their dreamscape. "Are you alright with hearing them?" she asked him in the privacy of their shared mind.
"It doesn't seem like we have a choice," he replied wryly, pulling her close for a kiss, his erect cock already poking her belly.
"We could go back to the room," she replied against his lips.
"Yeah, we could, although..."
She smiled amusedly as he echoed her earlier thoughts. "You're curious."
"Yeah, just like you are."
"We'll stay, then."
"You're okay with them hearing us?"
"That wouldn't be anything new."
"But we weren't actually shagging before."
She shrugged and kissed him again. "I'm curious."
"Alright then. Lucky them."