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Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Here alone together with Ron having left them in a fit of rage, they didn’t know what to do. So many had died and Voldemort was ascendant with the Death Eaters. Alone together, who knew what the future would hold.

The two of them were dancing together. As friends, they had been that way since first attending Hogwarts together. Their first adventures as students had seen them fighting for greater stakes than either of them could have imagined. So much bigger than anything mere children could handle. But then again, they were no longer children.

They knew that when they stopped and looked into each other’s eyes. Not a word spoken but the intentions were there. Both knew they should have turned away, should have done something else, said something about what was going on. Get serious and make plans for the fights to come.

Their first kiss together was a very serious thing. So good it was like they were each having their first kiss all over again. As they went on, they knew they should have stopped but neither of them wanted to stop. Here alone together nobody could judge them.

Pausing, they stopped merely to observe each other. “H-Hermione. If we…”

He could only say that before she was holding his shoulders, kissing him deeper. Harry made no effort to stop her, he remembered all the other girls he had liked at Hogwarts, remembered how many he had crushed on. In the back of his mind he was worried that Ron would come back and then he’d be right to be angry at them.

He thought of Ginny. What she would say to see them like this, she would be even angrier than Ron. But things had become so frenzied as of late and now they were getting even more wild. Somewhere along the way, Harry had felt himself beginning to break. No longer doubting, he kissed her back with the same intensity. Right now this was exactly what he needed.

For one moment, they paused their kiss. Staring into each other’s eyes, in everything that happened since they first met, they had both harbored crushes on each other at one point or another. It all felt so right.

Pushing her down onto the ground, Harry reached up her shirt. Her breasts felt so right on his hands and then she trilled so sweetly in response, it eased away all of his doubts. A hardness had begun to form in his pants and then he was caressing her tits even harder, he wanted her so much. It was all over when she reached forward, fondling the erection growing in there.

“Do you like that Harry?”

“Yes Hermione!” he gasped, sounding nothing at all like the man he had been becoming but a foolish little boy. He didn’t care, she was all she wanted. Standing up on her knees, she kissed him again far deeper than before and he answered her with just as much passion. He was still grabbing her breasts but she had the real prize, a greater wand that could work so much worse magic than the Dark Arts. The harder she beat him off in his pants, the more aggressive he became, he was acting like an animal.

She undid his pants and pulled them down. Harry gasped from her soft hands touching the bare skin of his penis, he had been acting almost bestial with her but that simple moan, she knew how much power she had over him. Hermione knew it too, from the days of being an infant he had been through so much and now he was letting it out all with her.

She was ready for him to forget all of his pain. Getting down on her knees in front of him, Hermione looked at his cock, so big and hard, she had felt his heat in her hands, this close she could smell it. Taking him into her mouth, she was astonished at how he felt on her tongue.

Harry let out a constant string of crazed sounds. He didn’t sound like an animal and he didn’t sound weak either, he sounded like something else altogether. Like he was himself some fairy beast that would prowl the grounds of Hogwarts. Before he knew it, his hips were acting on their own, thrusting hard into Hermione’s mouth.

She grunted when he came, bursting straight down her throat. Hermione had taken charge of the situation but he still surprised her, he blew it far sooner and much harder than she expected. Getting exactly what she came for, she could only sit there and take it, doing her best to swallow the loads of cream that filled up her mouth.

As he settled down, Hermione stood up and looked at him. He was breathing hard and feeling his hot breaths on her face, she had just realized there was a faint line of cum trailing down and out of her lips. Licking it up and swallowing it, she kissed him again while playing with his dick in her hands. Just cum but still very hard.

Harry was touching her tits again, slow at first then he woke up and was manhandling them. Kissing her just as violently too, his cock was very sensitive after she sucked him off and her fingers on his penis was driving him crazy. At first she was just dragging her digits on his shaft but then she was actively jacking him off. All the cum still dripping on his dick was becoming a nice creamy lubricant and the sound of her hand moving on him was becoming just as loud as their tongues snacking on each other’s mouths.

She was ready for far more. Pushing him back, Harry watched as she reached under her shirt and slowly lifted it up like she was giving him a striptease before she cast it aside. Then standing up, she undid her pants and slowly pulled them down. He had been thinking of only one thing but he was completely under her spell, watching her mesmerized.

Lying down naked, Hermione held her arms out to him. “Please Harry…”

He was all too ready to answer her. His dick was still stinging from that recent nut and her beating him off after. But Harry couldn’t believe how nice and tight she felt on his dick. No matter where he went, he would always be overhearing some guys talking about getting some action. Harry never considered himself one of those.

Feeling Hermione’s womanhood envelop his naked penis, all of that was fast changing. It wasn’t just her vagina clinging to him, it was staring into her eyes, seeing her moan as he entered inside her. Felt her want him so bad in so many ways. No wonder guys were so obsessed with sex.

“Harry…!” she said in a high pitched wail before she held his face. It wasn’t so much a sensual embrace as it was to make herself comfortable. Harry suddenly realized this must have been her first time too. Leaning forth, he kissed her deeply and then he was moving inside of her. Becoming very comfortable with it, he rocked with her at a very gentle pace.

Hermione writhed awkwardly. She couldn’t believe how good he was going inside of her. Fast enough to please a woman, but not so hard as to be rough with her. It was her first time just as much as it was his and still she knew that instinctively. Holding her lover close, she intended to have him for as much as possible.

Harry was liking it too. So much that only a minute after moving inside of Hermione, he found himself fast being hit with the familiar pangs of an orgasm. Lying down on the ground, her arms were splayed out and she was moaning roughly. Seeing her so weak, it only drove him to pound her harder.

Hermione looked up at him in alarm from the speed in his tempo. Her moans were more feverish than ever, she couldn’t begin to speak but he knew the meaning behind them. Felt her go faster with him, her wet pussy easily welcomed the massive dick pumping deep inside of her.

Letting loose, Hermione screamed as his dick throbbing inside of her and shooting his seed pushed her to a senseless climax. Harry kept on pumping inside her all the while, from a distance with his glasses the average Muggle would think he looked like an easy target. But there was nothing gentle about the way he kept on pumping her, right now his longtime friend was just a fucktoy for his needs.

Pulling out of her, Hermione was gasping. Moving a hand down to her creamy twat, she purred at the feeling. Harry was mesmerized by her when she turned around and bent over on her knees. Wiggling her ass at him, he wouldn’t refuse that invitation.