3 The First and More

The soft blue lights the room had conjured gave it an alluring vibe as Harry lay under Hermione, who, initially confused, quickly got into the act herself. Their lips moved together in a frenzy as she ground her pussy against his hard cock.

He had never imagined she would get over her inhibitions and take part with so much exuberance, but now that she had, Harry couldn't complain.

With a grin, Harry pulled back from the kiss and looked up. Hermione's face was hovering over his, her lips swollen and her hair falling around his face, framing them in a curtain of brown as she looked at him with lust-filled eyes.

The evening had been one emotional roller-coaster ride for them, and it was understandable that after going through what they had, she found herself an eager participant.

"You know I'm going to fuck you tonight, don't you?" Harry asked her with a sudden burst of confidence, grinning when her eyes widened. Hermione bit her lip and nodded.

"Tell him how much you want me, Hermione," Harry probed further, curious to hear how far she would go.

Hermione looked at him for a moment before her jaw set and she sat up straight. Her pussy pressed hard against his cock and Harry shifted slightly, looking up at her heavenly perfection. Her lovely tits strained against the thin nightdress she had put on, her hair let down and falling behind her in waves and her eyes trained on him.

Harry's eyes widened when he saw her grab hold of her nightdress and he watched with bated breath as inch after inch of her perfect skin was revealed to his eyes. He watched as she stopped once the fabric reached her tits, looking at him for a moment before she closed her eyes and pulled her nightdress over her.

She threw it somewhere behind her and Harry didn't bother to see where, since he was busy taking in the breath-taking view before him.

Fuck, but Harry had never imagined Hermione was so hot!

Her tits were large, easily more than a handful, standing proud on her chest with protruding pink nipples that were beckoning him to lean upward and feast.

"Is this enough for an answer?"

Her voice was husky and Harry looked up at her, only to see her looking at him with what he was sure was faux confidence. Harry grinned.

"More than enough," Harry replied, before leaning up and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.

Hermione moaned as her hands came up to thread through his hair while Harry continued to suck on her breast while fondling both of them. The feeling was otherworldly.

His hands squeezed her tits softly before Harry pulled away. Instantly, Hermione cupped his cheek and brought him forward into a searing kiss. Harry wasted no time in pushing his tongue forward and he met no obstruction as their tongues met in a frenzy of motion.

He slowly caressed her sides, taking care to not touch where the curse had grazed her before wrapping his arms around her slender frame and pulling her close. Hermione dropped her upper body over his and Harry leaned back so that they were laying horizontally on the bed, with her entire body on top of his.

His cock was as hard as a rock, and Hermione started grinding her pussy against it. Harry couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his lips, and she pulled back to look at him.

"I want you inside me," she whispered against his lips, and Harry nodded before pulling his pants off. Hermione looked as his cock sprang free of its confines between them before pulling her knickers to the side, exposing her gushing pussy. Harry watched as she grabbed his cock and lined it up against her entrance.

He looked up at her and nodded, and she smiled before dropping down.

"AAAHHHHH!"

A loud cry tore its way out of her throat as she shuddered atop him, and Harry realized in shock that she just orgasmed. She dropped over him and Harry wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back softly as she shuddered.

A couple of minutes passed and she slowly lifted herself off him before looking down.

"Take your time," Harry whispered, but she shook her head and lifted her ass slightly before dropping with a wet squelch.

"Uhhhh…" she groaned and repeated her movement until she was slowly fucking herself atop him. All the while, Harry kept a firm hold on her waist to keep her steady as she continued to slam herself down on his cock, taking as much as she could inside her.

Slowly, she built up a rhythm and Harry watched with a small grin as her movement got more refined. She saw his grin and grinned back before grabbing his hands and pushing them above his head. Her tits dangled over his face and Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She grinned before shaking her tits, and Harry chuckled when they slapped his face.

"Fuck you feel so good!" She exclaimed and she dropped harshly, and with wild abandon, started to bounce her lovely ass on his cock. All the while, his eyes feasted on the sexy vision of her lovely tits shaking right in front of them.

He looked up at her face and saw her staring at him, and with a smirk, Harry freed his hands and flipped them over. She yelped before moaning out loud as Harry slammed roughly inside her.

"FUCKKK!"

Her cry was cathartic as Harry grabbed both her hands over her head with one while the other grabbed her breast roughly, and started to slam vigorously inside her.

"FUCK ME! YES HARRY! OH, FUCK ME! FUCK YOU'RE SO GOOD! HARRYYYY!"

He continued to hammer away inside her, watching entranced as her free breast jiggled and bounced around. Nothing else mattered at the moment. There was no Voldemort out there, nor were their friends lying unconscious in the Hospital Wing. The only thing on their minds was pure, unadulterated lust.

He leaned forward and captured her lips, forcefully shoving his tongue inside her mouth and Hermione moaned into the kiss. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, holding him firmly inside her as Harry repeatedly slammed his throbbing member up her quivering snatch, his grip painful on her wrist while the other hand groped her breast aggressively.

Hermione's hold was tight around his waist, and she seemed to pull him ever so tightly against her. It took considerable force on his part to pull back enough so that he could slam into her with a resounding clap.

Pulling back slightly, Harry took in her dishevelled appearance. Never had he seen her in such a state, and the realization that he was the one who had brought her to such a debauched condition sent a thrill through his entire being.

With a smirk, Harry leaned back slightly and took off one leg from around his waist. Harry watched her staring at him in confusion, and Harry grinned before lifting her leg vertically and pressing it against his front. With a grin, Harry saw her eyes widen as he broadened the angle and slammed roughly inside her.

Hermione cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as Harry continued to repeatedly thrust inside her, all the while mauling her tits alternatively.

He drank in her moans, he revelled in her cries of pleasure mixed with pain as her pussy clenched around his cock, trying to milk it dry while she orgasmed for the second time, but Harry somehow held on. Harry knew that he couldn't hold on for much longer though.

"I'm… ugh… I'm gonna cum soon," Harry grunted in between his thrusts, and her eyes widened slightly.

"Not inside, I'm not on the potion," she managed to whisper despite her orgasmic haze.

He nodded before pulling out of her. Immediately, she scooted forward and before Harry could do anything, she swallowed the entirety of his cock inside her mouth. His eyes widened at the sight of Hermione Granger blowing him off like a pro, all naked and covered in sweat, and Harry could only groan as she vigorously sucked him off.

It didn't take him long and before Harry could warn her, the head of his cock expanded and Harry shot the entirety of his load inside her eagerly waiting mouth. To her credit, Hermione took most of it down her throat, swallowing it all. Streams of his thick, white cum dripped down her chin and over her tits as she pulled away, and Harry sprayed the remaining load all over her face and tits.

Panting heavily, Harry stared at the debauched vision of Hermione Granger laying there with her legs wide open, her juices trickling out of her pussy as her face and heaving tits shone with thick globs of his semen. Her eyes opened and she looked at him with a small smile.

"Thank you, Harry," she whispered, and Harry realized how badly she needed this after the events of the evening. Despite the asshole that he was, Harry felt something for her, something he realized came from within himself. With a sigh, he realized that a part of him was Harry now, and their personalities were fused. It was understandable that Harry would feel some of the things Harry did. And he realized he didn't mind it in the slightest.

With a small smile, Harry took his place beside Hermione who had cleaned herself off. She placed her wand back on the table beside the bed before scooting closer. Harry wrapped his arms around her slender frame, revelling in the feeling of her curvaceous body pressed so intimately against his, and pulled her even closer. Her sigh of contentment made him smile, and Harry dropped a soft kiss against her temple before they drifted off to sleep.

XXXXX

Harry groaned slightly as he opened his eyes. Still drowsy, he flexed his fingers, frowning when he felt something soft in his palm. Slowly, the events of the previous night became clear in his mind, and with a grin, Harry pulled Hermione closer. Another squeeze of her lovely tit prompted a soft moan from the girl he was spooning from behind, and as she shifted her delectable ass against his groin, Harry could feel himself getting hard.

With a smirk, Harry dragged his arm down her body until he reached between her legs. Slowly, Harry touched the engorged bud at the top of her pussy and rubbed it softly.

Hermione abruptly jerked awake and turned around in shock, and Harry looked at her with a grin. His grin turned into a frown when he saw her staring at him with wide eyes and her mouth open.

Slowly, she took in his naked appearance before looking down at her naked body. A familiar pain between her legs made itself known and her eyes widened even further as realization dawned on her.

"Oh my god…" she whispered and quickly pulled the covers to hide her nudity. Harry was getting weirded out now. Just what was going on with her?

"Hermione? What happened?"

He saw her look at him with wide eyes.

"H-harry… what… how…" she stammered, and Harry sat up to look at her.

"Harry… oh Harry I'm so sorry… I don't know what came over me last night… all those things happened yesterday and I was so overcome with all of it… then it was just the two of us and we… oh Harry what have we done…"

He listened with a sense of detachment as Hermione whispered to herself in shock, the realization that she was horrified at what they had done coursing through him.

She looked at him with tearful eyes and Harry sighed.

"It's fine, Hermione," Harry gave her a fake smile which she luckily bought, as her eyes softened slightly. Harry continued, "our emotions were running wild last night, quite understandable really after what happened, and you're not at any more fault than I am. We did what we did in the heat of the moment. Let's consider it as a way of providing each other the comfort we needed so badly, hmm?"

Hermione looked at him with tearful eyes before she nodded.

"I never meant for this to happen, Harry. I don't know what… I can't…"

She failed to formulate words, and Harry leaned forward. She stiffened as he pulled her into a hug, before she relaxed slightly. A few seconds later, Harry pulled away and looked at her with a small smile.

"We can forget what happened. We don't have to talk about it if you prefer," Harry offered with another fake smile, internally sneering when she nodded gratefully. On the outside, Harry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before turning around.

"You can get out and freshen up if you want to, I won't look."

He felt her eyes on the back of his head for a short while before she sighed. Harry heard the creaking of the bed before the sounds of receding footsteps reached his ears until Harry heard the bathroom door closing behind her.

With a loud sigh, Harry dropped back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm a moron," Harry whispered to himself. And he was a moron. He should've expected something like this. Hermione Granger was way too uptight to just fold. Harry happened to catch her in a moment of weakness, a moment when both of them wanted a semblance of comfort, and that was it.

There was no way Hermione Granger was going to be okay with an arrangement Harry wanted to have – one which would entertain both him and his patron lady upstairs. After all, that was the agreement Harry had with Maria – entertain her to her heart's content while enjoying life himself.

However, now Harry had this itch inside him.

He had already gotten a taste of the hidden allure that was Hermione, and Harry didn't want to let go of that so easily. She was a challenge, one Harry found himself yearning to conquer.

However, what he knew was that she wouldn't give in without effort, efforts which he had no qualms in making.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Harry saw Hermione stepping out in clean clothes. Her hair was still slightly wet and little droplets of water were visible on the shoulders of her top even from the distance. Her eyes caught his and she stilled for a moment, before grabbing her bearings and walking forward. She gave him a small smile and Harry returned it.

"You can go if you want. I'll stay for some time," Harry said with a nod. Hermione looked at him with an uncertain look.

"All is good between us, right?"

He looked at her for a moment, watching her get nervous the longer he stayed silent before he gave another fake smile.

"Obviously. Why won't we be? What happened last night, happened. There's no use in thinking about it. All's good," Harry replied. Hermione gave him an uncertain smile before she nodded.

"Don't be late," were her parting words, and she walked away. His eyes stayed trained on her swaying backside until she disappeared, and Harry laid back with a sigh.

He was definitely going to have her. That was final now.

XXXXX

Harry spent the next hour inside the Room of Requirement, pondering upon the events that had taken place the previous night, followed by the supreme rejection he was awarded this morning. Although he had resolved to make Hermione his, Harry had no clue where to start.

As he walked down the hallway aimlessly, wondering what to do about her, something solid hit him on his front. A grunt escaped his lips and Harry barely kept himself from falling backwards on his ass.

"Watch where you're going, you filthy half-blood!"

He raised his head, only to see a cute, heart-shaped face in front of him. The girl's lips were twisted into a snarl, a fifth-year Slytherin prefect badge pinned on her robes, and Harry quickly put a name to the face.

'The Parkinson bitch!'

He sighed before looking at her intently. Again, Harry was surprised. He'd thought she looked like a pug!

The woman in front of him was anything but. With her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, Harry had a clear view of her face, and he found he liked what he saw. She was fair, with full, pouty lips that were still pulled into a malicious snarl as Harry looked into her green eyes that were glaring at him with utter disgust. Her nose was small, and Harry wondered, yet again, who the fuck thought she looked like a pug. Not him, not anymore.

"The hell do you think you're doing, Potter!? Sod off!"

He grunted as she shoved him with her shoulder and walked off to Merlin knows where. All Harry could do was watch her retreating backside as it swayed within her school robes. Silently, Harry cursed the Hogwarts uniform for including that tiresome robe that came in the way in more than one manner.

Sighing, Harry started to move forward, before realizing that he hadn't gone to meet his friends in the Hospital Wing. Releasing a breath, Harry made his way to the infirmary.

As expected, Ron was still snoring when Harry entered. Harry looked at the other occupied beds and saw that Ginny was asleep as well. Only Neville and Luna were awake, sitting on their respective beds side by side, and with a small smile, Harry pulled a chair in the middle.

"Hey Nev, Luna, how're you feeling?"

Neville gave him a nervous smile while Luna looked at him and cocked her head to the side.

"It's better. Madam Pomfrey cleaned and fixed all the wounds. But she says the dark magic exposure requires me to spend another day in here."

Harry chuckled.

"Better you than me, mate," Harry grinned at Neville's frown, before turning to look at Luna.

Despite knowing how beautiful she was, Harry was taken aback when he saw her. Luna looked like a fairy with her pale blonde hair framing her cute face, and Harry couldn't help but stare for a bit. Her neck was slightly long and slender, the ivory skin of hers laden with a slight sheen of sweat which made strands of her hair stick, and inadvertently, Harry reached forward and tucked the strand behind her ear.

Quickly realizing what Harry had done, Harry pulled back and smiled at her, expertly hiding his flustered expression behind his Occlumency shields.

"You seem different, Harry," she intoned softly, and Harry couldn't help himself from getting lost in her voice.

With a jolt, Harry pulled himself back and looked at her with slightly wide eyes.

'What the fuck is happening? Why am I getting entranced by her so much!?'

He had no answer to those questions, and the only thing he could do was stare at her. Belatedly, her remark registered with him.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry played dumb.

Luna stared at him for a long moment, before she shrugged and leaned back against her pillows. Entirely flabbergasted, Harry turned to look at Neville, who looked at him and shrugged.

"I'm good, Harry. Thanks for asking," Harry turned abruptly again to look at Luna, who was looking at him with a small smile. Giving her a short nod, Harry turned to look at Neville again, who was looking around the Hospital Wing.

"I never noticed this, Harry," he began in a clear voice as Harry looked at him, "but the walls here are very bright."

Harry turned to look at the walls and nodded.

"Yeah, they've always been. Not at night though. They are dreary at night, especially when the lights go out- "

"I wanted to kill her, Harry," Neville cut him off, and Harry looked at him.

"What?"

Neville turned toward him, and Harry noticed his eyes were red as if he was holding back tears.

"I wanted to kill that woman last night in the ministry. What she had me in a chokehold in that Death room… the wand she used to… to torture my parents pressed against my neck… I've never felt so filthy as I did right then. All the time we were fighting, I wanted to kill her. In the prophecy room, in that room, and in between. But I couldn't. I could not do it."

Harry stared at Neville with a frown, before sighing.

"I cast the Cruciatus last night," Harry admitted, smiling at Neville when he looked at him with wide eyes.

"What!?"

"Shh… not so loud," Harry hissed, looking around. No one apart from Luna was with them, her eyes fixed on him, and Harry turned towards Neville once again.

"When she killed Sirius… I chased her all the way to the atrium. I was filled with so much hate that I just… just spat the words out," Harry chuckled, and Neville looked at him, wide-eyed.

"It didn't work, obviously. I couldn't make it work, and then he arrived," Harry muttered darkly, before looking at Neville with a firm gaze.

"But I won't repeat it next time," Harry affirmed, as he looked at a wide-eyed Neville, "if I come across either of them once again, I'll make it work. You know why, Nev?"

Neville shook his head. Harry sighed.

"Because scum like them don't deserve our mercy. They need to be put down, otherwise the blood of their future victims would be on our hands as well."

Neville looked at him with wide eyes.

"Do you… do you really believe that?"

Harry gave him a small nod, and all Neville did was stare at him. With a small smile, Harry stood up and patted him on the back.

"Rest up and escape from this cell soon," Harry teased with a chuckle, and Neville smiled slightly.

Turning towards Luna, Harry saw that she was staring at him with her eyebrows raised slightly, and he shoved his apprehension to the side and smiled at her.

"You too, Luna, rest up and escape this cell soon," Harry smiled. She didn't reply and looked over his shoulder instead.

"Well, I'm glad you think this is a cell, Mr. Potter. At least now you'll try to avoid getting admitted to this place."

Abruptly, Harry turned around, only to come face to face with the elderly matron of the Hospital Wing.

"Ah Madam Pomfrey, I was just… I mean I wasn't… I didn't mean it that- "

"Save it, Potter," she sighed, "just don't make it a habit to come here so frequently. I've had enough of your company over the years."

Harry chuckled uncertainly.

"Now if you are done here, I'd suggest you get going. Breakfast shall be ending in half an hour."

He nodded, before looking at Neville and Luna once again. With a final smile and a nod, Harry turned around and walked out of the Hospital Wing.

XXXXX

The Great Hall was bustling when Harry entered. All four tables were halfway full, and the same was true for the teachers' table. The heavyweights were no longer there though, which was understandable given the fact that they usually had their breakfast either in their quarters or in the early hours of the morning.

Slowly, Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table, aware that the chatter around him had ceased slightly. Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw people looking at the newspaper before whispering and subtly pointing at him.

'Ah, I see. The events of last night must've been reported.'

"If it isn't our star seeker, or rather, the boy who told the truth," a voice came from his left, and Harry saw a comely-looking girl grinning at him. Her athletic feminine build clued him in, and Harry smiled.

"Hey Katie," Harry greeted as he took his place in front of her.

"Made headlines again, I see," she chuckled, pushing the paper forward. Harry looked down and grimaced when he saw Dumbledore holding his head in his lap as if he was dying, before the image transitioned into Fudge looking shocked as Voldemort vanished.

YOU-KNOW-WHO RETURNS! FUDGE RESIGNS AFTER A YEAR OF DENIAL!

AMELIA BONES, HEAD OF DMLE – THE INTERIM MINISTER

The image transformed into a beautiful redhead looking resolutely ahead as she took the oath in the ministry atrium. Harry saw the atrium was still destroyed and realized that it must have happened in the early hours of the morning if the sunrise outside was any indication.

UMBRIDGE SUSPENDED, MISSING; HEAD AUROR ORDERS INVESTIGATION

He recalled clearly how she had been chased away by the centaurs, and mentally chuckled. 

Serves the bitch right, he thought, and now that I'm here, I'll be dealing with her before she could cause more mayhem in the future.

SCORE OF DEATH EATERS ARRESTED; DoM SEALED FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE

Now here was an image that gave him immense pleasure – a group of Death Eaters in chains, and the most notable among them – the slimeball Lucius Malfoy.

With a smirk, Harry chanced a glance in the direction where Malfoy usually sat. The ponce was toying with his food. However, Harry noted with surprise that his entourage was nowhere to be seen.

'Must have abandoned him, now that he's lost his previous daddy to boss people around.'

"You guys really did a number on them, didn't you?"

He turned to look at Katie who had leaned forward slightly, her hands folded in front of her as she looked at him with a grin. With a chuckle, Harry nodded.

"Indeed. But then, did you expect anything different?" he asked rhetorically, as Katie chuckled before dropping her hands to the side.

Inadvertently, his gaze was drawn to her slightly exposed cleavage as she leaned forward, her top two buttons undone and her tie slightly loose around her neck. It wasn't indecent but was enough to give him a glimpse of her bra-clad mounds, which jiggled slightly when she laughed at his response. Harry chanced a glance appreciatively before looking at her face. She was really beautiful.

He didn't know if she had caught him looking because she leaned back with a gentle smile, not giving any indication whatsoever.

"I hope the new minister will be better than Fudge. I've heard about Amelia Bones. She's a no-nonsense type of woman, so I have positive feelings about her."

'If only she stays alive.'

He didn't voice his thoughts aloud and simply nodded.

A sudden movement to the left drew his eyes, and Harry watched as none other than Pansy Parkinson darted forward swiftly without a care in the world and took her seat at the Slytherin table. However, what surprised him was the fact that she had sat far away from Malfoy, not even glancing at him.

From the distance, Harry observed the woman. She was far from calm – her behaviour from some time ago was fresh in his mind, and even now, she was jittery.

'Trouble in paradise, hmm?' Harry thought with a chuckle, before pausing.

'Hold on, this is interesting,' Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Pansy had been Draco's most faithful. What could be more satisfying than taking her away from the little shit?

'After all, why not?'

With a small smile, Harry leaned back and started eating his breakfast, occasionally talking with Katie. After all, he had found his new target.

'For now.' Harry thought, as Harry looked at Katie and smiled.

To be continued…

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