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A Short Journey	By : Bargle5 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�This is it, I guess.�

In their nearly five full years of attendance, they had done quite a bit of exploring of the odd corners of the large building that made up Hogwarts.

Ron looked doubtful. �You know, Harry, we�ve been in nearly every closet in the school and I don�t remember this one.�

�It�s exactly where Hermione�s instructions directed us. This must be it.�

�All right, open her up then.�

�Alohomora.� The door latch released and Harry pushed it open. They found a much larger closet than was typical for Hogwarts. This one had a good sized window with curtains. Furthermore, instead of the usual clutter they expected to find, this one was empty except for a large bed.

�I don�t get it.�

�Me either, Ron.�

They moved a few more steps into the room, shut the door and looked around.

Nothing but the bed.

They heard a soft �Alohomora.� and Hermione walked in. She was dressed in her usual warm weather school uniform of white blouse, school tie, pleated skirt, knee socks and oxford shoes. While leaning back against the door to close it, she crossed her arms and spoke. �How do you like it?�

�For a closet, it�s quite nice.� Harry still looked a bit confused.

Hermione smiled, �I�m sure you�re wondering why I brought you here. All will be made clear shortly. For now, you two will just have to trust me and do exactly as I say.�

�All right.�

�Sure.�

Hermione turned to door and quickly cast both a Locking Spell and a Silencing Charm. �Good. Now both of you sit down on the bed a bit apart.� She stood in front of them and held her arms out at an angle from her sides. �That should do. Now I want you to lay back on the bed.�

They looked puzzled, but did so. Hermione turned around and sat down between them and laid herself back as well. She carefully placed a hand on each boy�s crotch, then closed her eyes.

�Erm, Hermione,� Ron�s voice trembled, �that�s my John Thomas.�

�Mine too.� Harry managed to squeak.

In a soft voice, more sultry than either boy had ever heard from Hermione, she said, �I know.�

She smiled at the pulse from both boys� developing erections. She changed to a very prim and proper voice. �Miss Hermione Granger wishes to announce that she will be moving into a different segment of society today. The segment she is traveling to is the one known as �sexually active�. She hopes that her very good friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, will accompany her on what is expected to be a short, but eventful, journey.�

Ron turned a light red. Harry couldn�t seem to quite catch his breath.

Hermione rolled over and straightened up onto her knees. She smiled widely and looked from one to the other. �So, what�s the answer you two?�

�Bloody hell yes!� That from Ron.

�Oh yes,� gasped Harry.

�Before the trip begins, Miss Granger needs to see to see to the comforts of her traveling companions.� Hermione looked slowly up and down the lengths of Harry and Ron�s bodies. �This will not do. You are both severely over-dressed for a journey of this sort. Let�s try removing items until we reach the correct level of attire. First, let�s get rid of those pointless shoes and socks. There will be very little need for walking on this or any other section of the trip. Please remove the unnecessary items at this time.�

Harry and Ron divested themselves of said shoes and socks in what must have been near record time for such things.

Hermione looked them over again. �Better, but still too much. Let�s try this: first I want you both to lean back and rest on your elbows. Good. I believe next we need to remove those trousers. They would likely prove an encumbrance at a future stage of this journey.�

Ron and Harry began hurriedly fumbling at their waistbands.

�Wait, wait, wait. Such clumsy hands. In good conscience Miss Granger cannot allow the possibility of injury, however slight, to her companions. Therefore she will assist in the removal of said items. Back onto those elbows please, Mr. Potter first.�

Hermione straddled Harry�s legs and unbuttoned his waistband. She gripped the zipper tab with thumb and forefinger, but to Harry�s surprise instead of pulling it down, Hermione hooked her remaining 3 fingers inside next to his boxers. Then she began to slowly push the zipper down. Why is she was doing it that way? Hermione�s inside fingers began to brush against his cock. �Mmph!� He had been just about half erect, now he rapidly rose to full length. Oh, that�s why. He saw a smile curl the ends of Hermione�s mouth.

�Now. Mr. Potter, please raise your hips. Thank you.� Hermione�s hands slid under the back of Harry�s trousers. She rested all of her fingers but her thumbs on his boxers over Harry�s bum. The thumbs hooked over his trouser�s waistband and began sliding them down.

Hermione�s feeling my bum! Well, through my boxers anyway. Oh hell, mustn�t lose it early. Harry clenched his teeth and somehow managed to keep it under control until she had his waistband down to his knees.

Hermione stood up at Harry�s feet. �Point your toes please, Mr. Potter.� Grabbing the cuffs, she pulled the trousers rest of the way off and tossed them in a corner.

�Now Mr. Weasley, let�s get you taken care of. Hmmm. Buttons, this will require a slightly different technique.�

Ron was never able to quite understand how Hermione did it, but she got all his buttons undone while managing to apply a series of gentle finger caresses to his member.

Harry grinned like a fool as he watched Hermione repeat the �hands on the bum� method of getting Ron�s jeans to his knees. That�s a new shade of red for Ron. Crumpled denim landed in the corner.

Hermione stood back a couple of steps and surveyed the situation. �Much better. Yes, we are definitely making progress. Still, I think we need to go just a bit further.� Hermione grabbed the bottom of Ron�s pullover shirt and began to slide it up. She planted a series of kisses and licks starting at his navel and working her way up his belly, pausing to take a brief side trip at his nipples until she pulled it over his head. After tossing the shirt into the corner with the pants, she ran her tongue along Ron�s lips and finished with a quick kiss.

�Mr. Potter is wearing a shirt that buttons up the front. This will require a different technique.� Hermione climbed back into Harry�s lap, locked her lips over his and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Remember, Harry, don�t bite down.

Her hands gently unfastened his shirt buttons. Harry felt his shirt being pulled back and down. Hermione�s hair brushed his chin as she starting planting kisses down his breastbone. When she reached his stomach, she paused and looked Harry in the eyes.

Uh oh, she�s going to do something.

He learned what when, with a wicked grin, she began tickling him. Laughing and sputtering, he gasped, �Oh please, stop before I lose it!�

Hermione took pity on him and stopped. Harry�s shirt was added to the pile of clothing.

�Now, let�s see where we are. Yes, much better. I think we�re nearly there. Just one more thing. Those last items will have to go, I�m afraid. Time to lean back on those elbows again.�

First she slipped off Ron�s briefs. Harry could see him biting his lip and clenching his hands. Hold on, Ron, my lad. Not much longer I think.

Harry could barely control himself when Hermione moved back to him. She repeated the technique she used with his trousers, fingers on the inside, thumbs hooked over the outside. A groan escaped Harry�s lips as his arse tingled from Hermione�s touch. Oh no. Think about something else. Quidditch, chasing the snitch, almost hit Angelina. Luckily those strong firm thighs of hers kept her on her... No! No! No! Do not start thinking about other girl�s thighs now!

�Enjoying the trip Mr. Potter?� She had to lift the elastic over his erection. The last piece of clothing landed on top of the pile. �Excellent. I believe you are both now properly dressed. That means it is now time to adjust my own apparel. Miss Granger is feeling just a bit naughty, so she is going to maintain a slightly different level of attire. She trusts you will not object.�

Harry and Ron, too dumbstruck to speak, shook their heads no.

Hermione slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Why hadn�t I noticed she wasn�t wearing a bra. They could see her small pert breasts. Her nipples were brown and conical. Harry couldn�t remember seeing anything more beautiful.

Next she sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off one shoe, then she slipped off the other one and with a grin sent it spinning across the room to land by the door. She stood and faced the bed. Keeping her skirt on, she reached up under the hem and slowly slid down her bright red bikini cut knickers. Ron and Harry were treated to a brief glimpse of brown curly hair. The next was a bit of surprise. Hermione picked up her wand and pointed it wand at her pelvis. �Hymenis integra extractum�. A puff of pink-brown smoke flowed out of the curls between her thighs and dispersed. She spoke again, �Ovum protectum.�

Ron spoke, �Hermione, I recognized the second one as birth control, but what was that first one?�

�It removes my hymen.� Ron looked confused. �My �cherry� Ron. No pain and blood. It�s why so many boys think they�ve been Lavender�s first. She has it in and out as often as she changes socks.�

�Ohh.� Ron�s Adam�s apple bounced as he digested this bit of news.

�Now Harry, you sit against the head of the bed.� Hermione felt her palms getting very sweaty. Come on Hermione! You�re a brave Gryffindor! You�ve planned as much as you could for this. It�s going well. See it through or the boys will never forgive you. When Harry had complied, she crawled to him and put her knee between his legs, leaning forward and resting her head on Harry's hip. She turned her face away from his cock, but some of her bushy hair spread out, curling around Harry's erection, as she starting gently squeezing his thigh.

He gripped the edge of the bed tightly. Hold on Harry, almost there. Hermione raised her hips, keeping her head in Harry�s lap.

�Ron, please get behind me.� Ron did so. �Now flip up my skirt.�

After complying, he had a full view of Hermione�s sweet little bum. He began to sweat. A lot.

�Ron, put your hand in mine.� Ron could see Hermione�s right hand between her legs. He put his in it. �Erm, palm up.�

"Sorry." He turned his hand over, and let her guide it to her pussy, where his first tentative strokes were rewarded with a soft moan and a shudder. Encouraged, Ron explored her folds, finally dipping one finger inside and feeling her warmth and wetness increase as her hips moved toward him. When he started to pump his finger slowly, in time with her movements, she cried out, her voice muffled a little against Harry's leg.

�Okay Ron, that�s good. That�s... so good. Now, erm, put it in. Please. Quickly.�

Ron, needing no further encouragement, grabbed Hermione�s hips, lined himself up and slowly pushed his cock inside her. He kept going until he could go no further and closed his eyes, nearly overcome by the new sensations.

Hermione was panting a bit now. �Start stroking now, Ron. Yes, that�s good. A little faster. Faster. Faster!� Ron�s hips began to bounce against Hermione�s bum. Harry had placed his left hand on Hermione�s head, entwining his fingers in her hair.

A surprised look came over Harry�s face. I�ve never heard Hermione make noises like that! Oh please let me last long enough to make her sound like that.

Ron and Harry felt Hermione�s body shudder. Ron's head snapped up and slung sweat all over everything, including Harry. Thanks a lot mate. Ron�s mind blurred as he felt Hermione come around him and he couldn�t hold back any longer, his hips jerked. Spent, he fell over limply.

Hermione giggled as the bed bounced. I do believe Ron enjoyed that. She slowly raised her head, eyes closed, sliding her hair along Harry�s ribs and up to his shoulder, then by his ear. She whispered, �Don�t worry, it�s all right.�

Harry was trying to breathe slowly. Yes! I managed to stay hard. Sweet Hermione, hurry.

Hermione was once again sitting on the edge of the bed. The next thing she did amazed Harry.

She put her knickers back on. Then her first shoe.

Harry went limp.

She walked over to the door and picked up her other shoe and put it on. She turned and smiled, �See you in class.� She was gone.

Ron sat up. �That was great. I never expected Hermione to er, well, anyway, I�m going for a shower, are you...� He saw the stricken look on Harry�s face. �What�s wrong?�

�She didn�t do me.�

�What?�

�I didn�t do �it� with her.�

�I thought she was, erm,� Ron didn�t feel right using gutter slang about Hermione. �uh, pleasing you with her mouth.�

�No, she just was resting her head in my lap.�

�I�m sorry mate.� He squeezed Harry�s shoulder, then dressed quickly and left.

The tears began running down Harry�s cheeks as soon as the door closed.

*****

Harry began avoiding Hermione as much as possible. If he saw her coming towards him, he�d turn away, cross the hall, anything to not have to look into her face. The floor began to be a special interest of his. This went on for about a week. He�d been spending as much time as possible in his room, Hermione couldn�t come in there.

Finally after Potions class and having to listen to Snape�s insults about his efforts, he decided to spend the evening in his dorm room. After supper he headed towards the Gryffindor Tower. Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean were sitting in the common room. As Harry passed them by, he said, �I�m going up to the dorm and do some studying. I�ll see you later.� He climbed the stairs, opened the door, walked in, eyes on the floor and dropped his books on his trunk. Untying his tie, he turned around. There was a wand in his face being held by a quite furious Hermione Granger.

�Harry Potter, sit down!�

�Hermione, how did you...�

�SIT DOWN!�

Harry hadn�t heard her scream that loud since she�d been attacked by the troll back in their first year. He sat.

Hermione cast a charm to keep the sounds in the room quiet to the outside. She then sat across from him on the next bed. �Now Harry Potter, I have had enough. For the past week you have been avoiding me. Since that day in the closet, you have been treating me like I�m no better than Draco Malfoy. What do you think, that because I�ve decided to become sexually active, I�m some stupid slut not good enough for you to bother with? After all we�ve been through together over the years, I think I deserve better treatment from you. I tried asking Ron what it�s all about and all he would say is I had to hear it from you.� Hermione�s face changed from angry to pained. �Harry, tell me what�s wrong.� The last came choking out of Hermione�s throat as tears began to stream from her eyes.

She really doesn�t know. Harry could see the honest confusion on her face. How could she not know? He just sat there for several seconds. She�s right though, she does deserve a straight explanation. Harry took a deep breath and began. �Well, it�s like this, Hermione. I�ve wanted to do �it� with you every since I learned what �it� was. When you got me and Ron to the closet and I realized what you were wanting to do, I was thrilled. I hoped you would pick me to go first, but, for whatever reason, you chose Ron.�

�I flipped my shoe.�

�What?�

�I couldn�t figure how to choose between you to see who would go first. Then as I was taking off my shoes, I hit on the idea of flipping my shoe. Whichever one of you the shoe pointed closest to would go first. It pointed towards Ron.�

�Well, if it couldn�t be me, I wanted it to be Ron. So that was all right. Anyway after you and Ron uh, did it, I was so excited because I was going to be next. Then you... you...� Harry�s eyes filled with tears. �You left. You. Just. Left.� The tears came faster. �Why, Hermione? What happened that made me all of a sudden not good enough for you?�

�Harry, of course you�re good enough.� Hermione looked puzzled. �It�s just that I didn�t think you�d be ready again soon enough.�

�Ready again? What are you talking about?�

There was that confused look again. �But Harry, when I looked back after I put my shoes on, you were soft. You�d lost your erection.�

�Of course I had. When you put your knickers back on and I realised you were leaving, I lost it.�

�But how did you get hard again so quickly?�

�What again?�

�Well, after you came on my back, I figured you wouldn�t be able to again for a while.�

Now it was Harry�s turn to look confused. �Came on your back? I didn�t come on your back.�

�But I felt it on my blouse. There were wet spots all over it.�

�That was Ron�s sweat. He was dripping like a pig. He got it on me as well.�

�What did you think I was talking about when I said, �Don�t worry, it�s all right�?�

�Well, you and Ron got a bit noisy there towards the end. I thought you were afraid I would think Ron was hurting you.�

�No, I thought you had come prematurely. A lot of guys do their first time. I researched it. I didn�t want you to feel bad about losing it. I was going to be sure you went first the next time we did it.�

Realization settled into their heads.

�Oh Harry, I�m so sorry.�

�Hermione, I�m bloody stupid. I should have known you wouldn�t deliberately be that cruel. It just hurt so much, being rejected all of a sudden and not knowing why.�

Hermione looked straight into Harry�s green eyes for several seconds, then she got up and sat down on Harry�s lap.

�Miss Hermione Granger wishes to apologize to her very good friend, Harry Potter, for ever making him think he was unworthy of being intimate with her.�

�Mr. Harry Potter wishes to apologize to his very good friend, Hermione Granger, for not having enough sense to come to her and simply ask for an explanation. He should have known she would never behave in such a hurtful manner as he assumed. He hopes she will forgive him for being a thick headed fool.�

�I think forgiveness will be very happily given to you, sir.� Hermione leaned down and kissed Harry. She felt Harry�s hand start stroking her thigh from outside of her skirt. �Oh, Harry, I hate to stop you doing that, but I need to stand up for a moment.�

�You�re going to drive me nuts, but all right.�

Hermione stood, lifted her skirt and slid her black bikini cut knickers down to her knees. She picked up her wand and pointed it at her pelvis, �Hymenis restitutum� then, �Ovum Protectum�

Harry saw that same cloud of pinkish brown smoke form and go back inside of Hermione. She pulled her knickers back up. �Why�d you do that?� And when did you start wearing the fancy knickers all the time?

�Harry, there�s something I didn�t mention about this spell the other day. It only works on hymens that haven�t been broken in the normal way. Once a hymen has been broken that way, it can�t be replaced. I can�t go back and let you be my first, but you can be the one and only person that takes my virginity. It�s something that can only happen once. It can�t be undone. I want it to be done by you, Harry. I want your first time with me to be very special.�

�Why did you pull your knickers back up?�

�I thought you�d like to take them off for me when I�m ready.�

�Oh.� Eye blinks. �Well.� Deep breath. �Thank you.�

She took off her shoes and socks, then placed them by Ron�s bed, toes pointing at Harry�s bed. �The shoes say it�s you this time.�

�Thank you, shoes.� Harry couldn�t help grinning.

Hermione straddled Harry�s legs. �Wouldn�t you like to unbutton my blouse for me?�

�Oh bloody hell yes.�

Hermione leaned forward and put her hands behind Harry�s head as he carefully worked the buttons. Easy, blasted fingers, stop trembling. It wasn�t helping that Hermione was now running her fingers through his unruly hair and her lips were leaving a trail of kisses across his forehead. He managed to get them all undone without tearing anything.

Now Hermione�s matching black bra was staring him in the face. �Uh, I�m not quite sure what to do here.�

�Let me get that.� she said with a chuckle. �This one hooks in front, but it can be a bit tricky to undo if you�re not familiar with it.�

With a practiced flick of her fingers, those gorgeous breasts appeared in front of Harry again. He gently squeezed them and heard Hermione softly moan.

�Harry, sorry to interrupt again, but why didn�t Ron say anything when I began getting dressed the other day? You know Ron, I would have expected him to say, �Oi, Hermione, aren�t you going to do Harry?� or something.�

�He thought you were, ahem, pleasing me with your mouth.� Harry couldn�t read Hermione�s expression. Oh no. She�s one of those girls that doesn�t like the idea of that. Now what do I say?

She leaned in close to Harry�s face, �Would you like me to do that to you?�

Harry felt a bit light headed, �Ye... ye... yeeess.� At least I managed to get the word out.

�Well, all right, only on one condition.�

�What�s that?�

�You have to return the favor.�

�Yes, that would be fine.� Harry grinned. You�re going to make those sweet noises again, Hermione.

�Well, we need to deal with those trousers again. Stand up, please.� Hermione stood herself and Harry followed. �I believe I�ll let you remove your shoes and socks.�

Harry jerked one leg up and reached for his shoelaces, immediately losing his balance and falling over on the bed.

�That�s a fine display of coordination from the youngest seeker in a century.� Hermione couldn�t help laughing.

Oh, very graceful, Harry. Considering what the laughing was making Hermione�s breasts do, he didn�t mind too much. After getting his shoes and socks finally off, he stood back up.

Hermione put her arms around his waist and kissed him. Her hands slid up his chest until they were close enough for her fingers to finish untying his tie and slipping it from around his neck. Once again her lips kissed their way down his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, only this time she didn�t stop until she reached the waistband of his trousers. She unbuttoned them and pulled his shirt tail out. The shirt got removed and thrown on Ron�s bed. Hermione�s eyes took in Harry. Quidditch certainly agrees with him. She cupped his head in her hands, closed her eyes and slowly started running her hands over every bit of Harry�s exposed upper body. Starting with the cheeks and jaw, down the sides of his neck, across his chest, lingering briefly at his nipples, then continued over his ribs, the center of his stomach and slid around to just above his hips. I want all that against me. Pulling Harry close and laying her head on his shoulder, her hands slid around to his back and continued upward rubbing over every bit of bare skin until they reached his shoulders. One of Harry�s hands slipped around her waist, the other buried itself in the hair at the back of her head. That feels so wonderful. What�s that pressing against my skirt. Oh, of course. Jaw muscles tightened. Now is not the time to giggle, he�ll think you�re laughing at him. We do not want another misunderstanding!

�Her... Her... Hermione, my trousers really need unzipping.�

�All right.� So soft he barely heard her.

Reluctantly, she stepped back. Hmm, that zipper does look to be under a strain. Good! Her fingers were intercepted by Harry�s.

�I think I better do that this time.� He pressed down on his erection with one hand and slid the zipper down with the other. No longer restrained, the trousers dropped to the floor.

�Briefs today, Harry?�

�Yes, I wear whatever takes my fancy that day. If you don�t mind, I�ll take them off as well.�

�Please do.�

The briefs joined his trousers at his ankles. He carefully stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way.

Appraisingly, Hermione�s eyes took in the view. Yes, that will do nicely, I think. �Harry, one thing before I start. Please tell me when you�re about to finish.�

�Okaaay.�

Hermione knelt in front of him and got herself positioned. She leaned in closely. I can feel her breath. Oh, hold on Harry, hold on. She put one hand on his thigh and her fingers tentatively slipped around the base of his shaft. Fingers, oh so good. He moaned and closed his eyes.

�Harry, I think you�ll enjoy it more if you keep your eyes open.�

He blinked and looked down. Hermione looked straight into his eyes. He watched as the tip of her tongue extended from her smiling lips. Then she quickly flicked it along the underside of the tip. Harry whimpered. Oh mercy. Got to hold on. Please, please, I�ve got to...

Boy sounds. You�ll be making more of those Harry. Right, here we go. Her lips closed around the head and slowly slid down his shaft until they nearly reached her hand. She sucked in and started back towards the tip. When her lips slid off, she looked up at Harry. I do believe that�s what they call gobsmacked. Hermione grinned wickedly. Well, back to it. Her lips once again slid over the head and along the shaft. Suck in again and go back. She was just beginning to get a feel for the rhythm when Harry spoke.

�Now, Hermione, now!�

What does he mean, �now�? Oh! She barely got her head to the side when the stream of milky fluid shot over her shoulder and landed on her back. So that�s what it should have felt like. She looked up at Harry.

�Hermione, I�m sorry. I tried to hold... I just couldn�t. I�m sorry.� Panic was setting in.

Hermione quickly stood up and kissed him. When she pulled back, he tried to speak again. She put her hand over his mouth and looked into his eyes. �Shh. You did just fine. Most boys your age wouldn�t have lasted that long. You did not disappoint me. You will do better the next time, I promise.� Her arms went around him and pulled him close. �Just hold me for a minute.� Of course his arms landed right in the stuff and smeared it into her blouse. She didn�t care. He just feels so good against me.

Thank you Hermione, for understanding. Yes, I will do better next time. His eyes stared as the words sunk in. There�s going to be a next time!

�Harry?�

�Yes?�

�Would you like to finish undressing me now?�

�Oh, yes.� Bloody damn hell yes, of course I would!

Hermione turned her back to him. �There�s a hook at the top and then you unzip it.

His fingers weren�t trembling this time. There we go, Harry. Good Job. Now just get the skirt down. He started to just pull it down. Wait a moment. Turnabout is fair play. Quickly changing his hold on the skirt to the �fingers inside, thumbs out� style Hermione had used in the closet, he slowly lowered it over the curves of her arse to the floor. The sound that came from Hermione was something between a moan and a giggle. Liked that, did you? Me too.

Hermione stepped out of the skirt. It joined Harry�s shirt on Ron�s bed.

Just three more pieces, Harry. Cuffs need unbuttoning first. As he raised her wrist, she kept it moving up until her fingers could touch his cheek. Good I shaved this morning. That cuff undone, he moved to the other one. Those fingers began stroking his other cheek. The other cuff opened. Taking her palms in his fingers, he lowered them to her sides. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he pulled her close for a quick kiss, then pushed the blouse back and down until it slid off her arms. The pile on Ron�s bed grew again. Her bra followed the blouse�s path off her and onto the bed.

Last piece, Harry. Here we go. His hands went to the narrowest part of her waist and pulled her close again. Their lips met. His hands followed the flare of her hips, worked their way under the knickers and began pushing them down. He pulled his face back, then kissed her neck. Next his lips surrounded a nipple, while his hands gently massaged her bum. As he pulled back from her breast, he took a breath, let it out and was surprised to see the nipple rise. Didn�t know it would do that. It finally penetrated his mind that Hermione had begun making noises. Then heard her softly say, �Please, Harry, do the other one.�

I never refuse a request from a lady. The other nipple soon rose to match. Once again the knickers were being pushed down, Harry�s hands sliding along her legs until they reached her ankles. A musky scent filled his nose as curly hair tickled it. The knickers topped the mound on the bed. He realised he had become hard again. Thank goodness. As he stood back up, his right hand traced its way back up the outside of Hermione�s thigh. Letting his fingertips just graze her skin, his hand moved towards the patch of brown curls between her legs. Please let me be doing this right. He began to gently press and move his hand down. He felt her folds separate and his finger dip inside. Her hand moved over the top of his and began to guide it. Yes, Hermione. Show me how to please you. I want to so much. Her hips moved towards him and he could feel her becoming warmer and wetter under his hand.

Yes, Harry, that�s it. She felt something bump against her hand and looked down. He�s ready again. �Now, Harry.�

�What?�

Hermione put a hand against his chest and moved him backwards until the edge of the mattress hit behind his knees and he fell over backwards. �I want you inside me now.� Her voice was low and guttural. She straddled his hips, took his erection in hand and guided him into her opening. Sliding slowly down until she felt resistance and stopped.

It�s so... but... ohhh. The new feelings were more than Harry could quite express at the moment. Without thinking, his hands clutched Hermione�s bum and his hips jerked upwards.

Hermione simply sat still for a few seconds. That was it? There was just a bit of a sting. Her eyes looked down to confirm what her other senses were telling her. He�s completely inside me. That was it. It wasn�t bad. Harry was trying to move under her. Better get on with it then. �Hold still for just a moment.� She began to move up and down on Harry. It took a few clumsy tries, but finally Harry began to move in time with her.

Oh, she�s making those noises again. Feels so good. Hermione�s body shuddered and she let out a loud groan. So much better to be inside her when that happens. He managed a few more strokes before he felt the spasms of release. �Hermione!� Oh bloody hell! Did I really just yell her name?

�No need to yell, Harry. I�m right here.� She smiled broadly and laid down on him.

Yes, I did. I thought the girl was supposed to scream my name. At least she didn�t seem to mind. Her breath warmed his neck and ear. His hand tangled itself in her hair. A minute or three passed.

�Harry, you haven�t returned the favor yet.�

Favor? What�s she... oh, that favor. �I think I can take care of that. Thanks for the reminding me. Must fulfil one�s obligations, after all." I think that�s the biggest grin I�ve ever seen on Hermione.

*****

Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean were still sitting in the Gryffindor common room.

�Ron, do you think we�ve waited long enough? We haven�t heard anything since Hermione yelled,� Neville asked.

�I don�t know, Nev. Hermione was awful mad. Might take a good while to get it sorted out.�

�I just hope we don�t have to spend the night down here.� Seamus looked doubtfully at the couches.

�Oh, bloody hell, I�ll go look in on them. Maybe get an idea of how much longer it�ll be.� Ron got up and headed to the dorm. He stopped outside the door and listened. Nothing. Probably put a sound blocking charm on the room. I�ll just pop my head in and have a quick word.

He opened the door a little and was greeted by the sight of a nude Hermione on her back on Harry�s bed, her head thrown back. Harry�s head was between her thighs. He thought she was mouthing, �Oh, Harry!�, but he wasn�t sure.

Ron quickly closed the door and went back downstairs. �I think they�ll be done in ten minutes or so.�

Sure enough, they heard Hermione come out a short time later. Wearing a silly smile, she stepped over to the stairs, set herself on the railing and slid to the bottom. She continued on down to the common room. �Thanks, everyone, for helping me get Harry alone for a talk.�

�You�re welcome. Did you two get everything sorted out?� Hermione could swear Ron had a slight grin on his face as he asked.

�Yes, a silly misunderstanding. Shouldn�t have happened in the first place. Sorry to have left you all down here for so long.� Hermione kissed each one of them on the cheek, causing Neville to blush furiously. They all went up their own beds and slept.

Over the next few days, in a rare display of seeing what was right in front of his face, Ron recognized that the threesome had become a twosome, at least as far as sex was concerned.

A few days after the �talk�, Hermione gave Ron a small package with the instruction not to open it until he was alone in his room. He got the chance that night and found inside, a large sweatband with a note from Hermione. �Ask Harry when you should wear this.�
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