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Harry and Hermione's Night	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 39005 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Harry and Hermione's Night
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Harry turned in his bunk and watched Hermione at the table. She was reading over her copy of Tales from Beedle the Bard by the blue flame of the jar. Even in the dim light Harry could tell her eyes were red and raw. Ron had left the day before, and Hermione was still coping with his loss.

“Why don’t you come to bed.” Harry advised. Hermione looked back at him and shook her head. Harry loved the way her curly hair glowed in the sapphire light. He squeezed his pillow with his hand.

“He loves you, Hermione. It’s just sometimes hard for him to deal with it.”

Hermione wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“It doesn’t really matter now. We might never see him again.”

Harry saw her lips tremble after she finished speaking. He jumped down from his bunk and went over to her. He put his hand on her shoulder as the tears began streaming from her face, but she gently pushed him away.

“I’ll be okay, Harry. We have so many other things to deal with. Maybe you’re right, I should go to bed.”

Hermione got up from the table. She walked to the lower bunk. Harry knew how sad she was, but he still enjoyed watching her take the slow steps across the tent. She was struggling in so many ways with the circumstances around her, and yet she maintained a simple grace as she moved. Harry went towards the bunk.

“I want to comfort you.”

Hermione sat down on the edge of the bunk.

“You’re sweet, Harry, really, but there’s nothing to be done for now.”

Harry looked at the blue flame inside the jar on the table and went back over to it. He saw a single strand of hair on the heated glass. It was too light to be one of his, and too short and straight to be one of Hermione’s.

“If he were here right now, and everything were okay between the two of you, how would he give you pleasure?” Harry asked brazenly.

Hermione looked at Harry in shock. She didn’t bother wiping her eyes.

“Excuse me?”

Harry pressed onward. He knew they needed this night, to help them face the darkness of the days ahead.

“What if I could make him appear right now? Would that help you?”

“Harry. .”

Harry didn’t let her finish. He stood up and went over to Hermione’s knapsack. He rummaged around in it until he found what he was looking for: A small potion bottle with a muddy liquid inside it. He went back over to the desk, plucked the red hair from the jar, and put it in the bottle.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked loudly.

Harry pushed the bottle to his lips and drank. He cringed as the Polyjuice potion slid down his throat. He walked around the bend of the tent out of sight from Hermione and began taking his clothes off. He didn’t care about how reckless or foolish he was being. He understood that acting strangely and absurdly was sometimes the best way to keep life normal.

His naked skin rippled and bubbled. He grew taller and saw the shape of his hands change. He couldn’t help but look at his penis; it increased in size, but not by much, Harry was thankful to see. Once his body ceased its magical transformation, Harry took a deep breath; he knew he was identical in looks to Ron. He recalled Dumbledore explaining to him how Tom Riddle created the mask of Lord Voldemort. Sometimes you need masks, Harry reasoned with himself.

He stepped around the bend and looked at Hermione. She raised her hand to her mouth and gasped. Harry hoped she was not about to curse him with her wand. Her eyes creased, and to Harry’s immense surprise and delight, he heard laughter burst from her lips. He went to her and sat down next to her. She looked at his groin; Harry felt a stirring.

“Harry, this is ridiculous.”

Harry looked at her eyes and loved the way they searched him out. Her beauty was the truest thing in his life at that moment.

“It’s what’s needed, Hermione.”

He stopped rationalizing his behavior and instead acted blindly, instinctually. He moved closer to Hermione’s face. He could smell the sweetness of her skin. When she didn’t back away, Harry felt himself become completely aroused. He saw her eyes close as he kissed her.

She hesitated at first, but when Harry put his arm around her, she kissed him back passionately. She pushed his mouth open with her tongue. Harry pressed his body into her, but she broke off contact with him and got up from the bunk.

She stood in front of Harry and slowly pushed her sweatpants down past her thighs. Harry felt the lust fully blossom inside him when he saw she was wearing a pink G-string. Hermione lifted her shirt over her head and unfastened her bra. It fell to the floor, but Harry didn’t watch its descent; he was staring at her small, shapely breasts. Her nipples were pink and aroused. She approached Harry.

Harry put his arms around her waist and kissed her stomach. She stroked his hair as he brought his hungry lips down over her navel and below. She turned around and Harry caressed her exposed ass with his palms. She put her thumbs beneath the strings of her panties and brought them down fluidly. Harry absently stroked his erect cock.

“Turn around so I can eat your pussy.” Harry momentarily froze in alarm. “Is that what he would do?”

Hermione smiled and laughed lazily. “If you must know, he’s never tried.”

Harry was stunned to hear this; burying his face into Ginny’s snatch was one of the great physical pleasures he received from their relationship. He loved knowing he could stimulate her in profound, secret ways. His hunger for Hermione increased to such a pitch he thought he would die of thirst. He pulled her quickly to him and unhesitatingly licked the lining of her pussy.

Hermione shuddered and massaged Harry’s head. Harry nudged his tongue inside her and tasted her brimming juices. He prodded deeply, and he heard Hermione moan. Harry dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and moved his tongue up to her bulging clit. He lashed his tongue against it furiously. Hermione pressed his face into her crotch.

“Oh, Ron. .oh, Ron.”

Harry pulled away and looked up greedily. He knew his mouth and chin were glistening perversely with Hermione’s secretions, but he didn’t care.

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

Hermione quivered and nodded shamelessly. Harry continued working on her clit.

He rolled her nub around and around for a minute before he heard Hermione’s breath shorten.

“That’s it, Ron. Right there.” She whispered.

Harry released Hermione’s ass and pushed two of his fingers into her pussy. He slowly slid them back and forth. Hermione suddenly cried out and grabbed him violently.

“Here I come, Ron! I’m coming for you, Ron!”

Harry sucked on Hermione’s clit and fucked her forcefully with his fingers. She screamed into the stagnant air of the tent. When all he could hear was her panting, Harry drew his head away from Hermione’s pussy. She leaned over him and kissed him savagely, licking her liquids from his face.

“I want to suck your cock, Ron.” She said with abandon. Harry became annoyed; he wasn’t Ron, and he didn’t want Ron’s cock sucked. He was Harry. This experiment was his idea, her pleasure was what he was giving her. He goaded her back onto the bed.

“No. Lie back. I want to fuck you.”

Hermione seductively raised an eyebrow and obeyed. As she spread her thighs, Harry pounced on top of her. He allowed Hermione to guide his dick inside her. He was exhilarated at how tight, wet, and warm she was. He pushed into her slowly and smoothly at first. She groaned and glanced down at his thrusting pelvis. When she looked into his eyes, she brought her hands to her tits and fondled them. Harry grunted and fucked her in earnest.

So much energy went into each of his repeated, rhythmic movements. Harry tried to physically instill in Hermione how much he cared for her. They would never be a couple, probably never again have a night like this. Harry knew how emotionally distraught the both of them were. After tonight, their very friendship could be shattered. Harry, as he pounded into Hermione, desired for her to know that he was willing to risk it all for her happiness. After tonight, he prayed there would be one extra smile in Hermione’s life.

Harry drilled his cock into her, and Hermione arched her neck and shouted.

“Fuck me, Ron! Oh, fuck me!”

Harry knew she was coming again, and so he pummeled into her hard and fast. He grabbed her wrists and noticed his skin was magically rippling and bubbling; the Polyjuice potion was wearing out prematurely. He felt his own features return to his body. He pulled out of Hermione and sat back. She had her eyes closed and was trying to catch her breath. When she looked at him, Harry hoped she didn’t observe his fear. How would she see him?

Hermione sat up and pressed her hands against Harry’s cheeks. Her smile was gorgeous.

“It’s okay, Harry; for tonight, it’s okay.”

She opened her mouth slightly as she smacked it against Harry’s lips; she was flicking her tongue inside his mouth. Harry kissed her back and wondered if there was a way to make the magic of the experience last forever.

Hermione rubbed her hands all around Harry’s head as she kissed him. Soon, she was pushing them down his chest and stomach. Harry moaned as she grabbed his cock. She stroked it several times and watched Harry’s expression pointedly.

“Is it okay if you come on my ass?” She asked.

Harry nodded with his eyes closed. Hermione spun around on the bed and presented herself to Harry. He looked at her curly, brown hair, her slender back, and her pronounced ass. He got on his knees and started jerking off over her body. He reached out with one hand and grabbed her womanly waist. He never touched Ginny like this, and knew he never would.

He examined the curve of her hips, and let the surge of pleasure build inside him. He smacked his prick several times against Hermione’s ass and continued beating off senselessly. Pulling his other hand away from Hermione, he massaged his balls and quickened his masturbation. He danced on the edge, and without too much deliberation, fell off it.

“Oh, Hermione! I’m coming for you!”

He shot his hot, creamy load up the crack of Hermione’s ass. He let go of his cock and fell forward onto Hermione’s back. He kissed the skin of her neck and breathed into her hair.

“No matter what happens from now on, let’s always have tonight, okay?”

Hermione reached back with her arm and touched his ear.

“We will, Harry. We will.”
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