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Chapter 3 - Going Further

Hermione apparated near the burrow, taking a grateful breath after the usual feeling of constriction that went with apparition. She was here partly to see Ron, but also Ginny, who it seemed like she hadn’t seen in ages. She walked up to the front door and knocked.

It had been a week since the magazine had come out, and so far there hadn’t been a breath of trouble about it. She was beginning to think that she may be off the hook. Ron, too, was treating her a little better. He was quite obviously holding his tongue when she did something that he didn’t like, but he seemed to be getting used to the idea that she was always going to be her own person, whether they were going out together or not.

Ginny opened the door. “Hi Hermione!” she beamed. “Come on it,” she waved, stepping back into the hallway. Hermione did so, and they chattered away amiably for a little while when they heard the crack of an apparition outside, followed closely by a second.

“I wonder who that is?” Ginny said curiously, getting out of her chair to look out of the window. “Oh, just Ron,” she said dismissively, before doing a double take. “And Harry!” she squealed, grinning broadly. Hermione smiled. Partly because she hadn’t seen Harry in a while, and it would be nice to catch up, and partly at Ginny’s reaction of delight at seeing him. The door banged open, and Ron entered, and Hermione could tell immediately that something was wrong. She heard Harry’s voice through the doorway.

“...all I’m saying is that you don’t know her reasons Ron...give her a chance to explain, and you’ll see wha-” He stopped suddenly as he entered the house and saw Hermione standing there. “Oh...hey Hermione,” he said, with totally unconvincing normality. Ron looked furious, his face was red, and his hands were clenched around something.

“Hey,” she replied with an uncertain smile. “Is something going on?”

There was silence for a few seconds as the two boys stared at her, and Ginny looked at everyone, confusion on her face. Finally, Ron broke the thickening silence.

“Perhaps,” he said, his voice tight, and with barely concealed anger, “You’d like to explain this.” He threw something onto the floor between them, which Ginny picked up.
“It’s a porn magazine,” she said, confusion filling her voice. “Maybe you should be doing some explaining yourself, Ronald Weasley.”
“Turn to page forty eight,” he said curtly. Even more confused, Ginny did as she was instructed, and then gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. She looked at Hermione.
“You didn’t...” she breathed, her expression filled with shock.
Hermione folded her arms, trying to gather as much of her composure as she could. “Yes, I did,” she said as calmly as she could, but even to her own ears, her voice sounded brittle.
“Well?” demanded Ron.
“Well what?” she asked, still in the same calm voice.
“How the hell are you going to explain this to me, that’s what!” he snapped back, his voice rising.
“Explain it to you?” she asked, lifting her chin a little. “I wanted to, that’s what. And what’s more, I’m glad I did it, because I feel more mature, and more liberated than before.” She stared back at him, but she could see the anger pulsing through him.
“Really,” he said sarcastically. “I’m so glad that you feel better for it. That makes it worth having to find out about it from the guys at the ministry, and spend the whole day being humiliated over it.” He grabbed the magazine back from Ginny, snatching it out of her hands. He opened it up to a full page photo of her rubbing her clit, obviously moments from orgasm, her eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. “This makes you feel better about yourself, does it?” He waved it in front of her face.
She stared back as calmly as she could, but her insides were churning. “I’ve told you before Ron, you don’t own me. I’ll do what I want to do, and I wanted to do this,” she told him quietly. This seemed to enrage him even more though.
“Oh good!” he yelled. “My girlfriend wants to be a whore! Did you happen to fuck anyone while you were there, while they called you a good little slut?” he practically screamed in her face. Her brandished the magazine at her, and she flinched, expecting for a brief moment for him to strike her in the face. He didn’t seem to notice this, but Harry did. Stepping forward, he spoke for the first time.

“I think that’s probably enough for now, Ron,” he told him. “You can’t discuss this unless you can talk calmly about it.” Ron spun round, glowering at Harry, but the look on Harry’s face seemed to warn him that pushing it would not be a great idea. He flung the magazine to the ground and stalked off, stamping on the stairs as if he hated each one personally.

Harry watched him go, and then turned back to the two girls, to see tears streaming down Hermione’s face. “Oh, Hermione,” he said with genuine sympathy in his voice. “Come over her.” She ran to him and hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder as she sobbed, feeling his arms around her.

Slowly her tears lessened, and she felt another hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Ginny, her face full of concern. “It’s okay Hermione,” she said. “I mean, it’s maybe not something I would have done,” she said, with her mouth twisting into an almost smile, “But I can understand why you did it.”

She looked up at Harry, the question in her eyes.

“I’m not sure I understand why, Hermione,” he said in response to the unasked question. “But I understand that you’re my friend, which is all I need.”
She sniffled a little. “I wish more men were like you, Harry,” she said.
“Hey now!” Ginny piped up with mock seriousness in her voice. “You broke your toy, that doesn’t mean you can have mine!” Her eyes flashed with affected rage, and they all broke into a nervous laughter.
“Excuse me,” said Harry, “But toy?”
Ginny swatted his arm playfully. “Oh come on Harry. You know you’re more important to me than a toy.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well...unless...” she ducked away from Harry’s playful swat in return, laughing.

The exchange made Hermione realise that maybe not everything was right with Ron. So easy, with none of the wariness of offending each other that sometimes characterised their times together. “Thanks guys,” she said, stepping away from Harry and wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. “I think I should probably get going though. When Ron’s ready to talk, we can talk. Until then, I think I’m probably persona non grata around here.”

Neither of her friends contradicted this statement, but Ginny did say “Well, you know where I am if you need to talk about anything.”
“Me too,” added Harry.

She smiled at them both, and made her goodbyes before leaving by the front door. Without looking back at the house, she apparated home, directly into her bedroom.

“Hermione?” she heard her mother call.
“Yes mum?” she called back.
“There’s a letter here for you dear. It arrived by owl.”

Wondering what it could be, she went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mum kept the post.

“It’s over there,” her mum pointed, and Hermione spotted the parchment envelope on the table. Her mum stopped what she was doing, and looked a little more closely at her daughter. “Are you okay dear?” she asked.
Hermione gave her a little smile. “I’m fine mum, really. Just had a bit of a fight with Ron, so I think I’ll just read a book or something.” She gestured towards the letter. “Depending on what’s in that, I may go out for a bit.”
Her mother smiled. “He’ll come to his senses eventually dear. We Grangers aren’t meant to be kept women,” she said with a wink.

With a smile for her mum, she took the letter back to her bedroom and opened it.

‘Dear Miss Granger,

We have received some post for you here at our offices, and would be most grateful if you could come by and collect it.

Yrs sincerely,

Kirian Longstaff

Hermione looked at her watch. If she apparated to Diagon Alley now, she might catch them before they closed for the day. She was extremely curious what sort of post they might have for her. Why would they get anything for her? Putting down the letter, she apparated.

It was just after five when she opened the door, but fortunately they were still open. The girl who worked behind the desk seemed to be tidying up at the end of the day, and looked up with an expression that seemed to say ‘whatever it is, you can come back tomorrow’, but softened when she recognised Hermione.

“Oh, hi Hermione. Have you come for your letters?”
“Yes...why are letters for me coming here?” she asked.
“Oh, our readers know that if they want to get in touch with a model, they can write to us in care of her, and we’ll pass them on. We automatically check them all for curses, but all yours were fine. They must have liked you,” she said with a wink.
Hermione blushed slightly. “Well, that’s okay I guess...where are they?”
“Just a sec, I’ll grab them,” she responded. She headed down the hallway behind her, coming back with a large bundle of letters. There must have been a couple of dozen at least.
“All for me?” Hermione asked, surprised.
The girl nodded. “Yep. Most we’ve had in a while actually. Sometimes the girls say they can get a bit rude, but hopefully you’ll enjoy reading,” she said with a smile.
Hermione smiled back. “Thanks,” she said, waving goodbye as she stepped out.

Apparating home, she kicked off her shoes and lay back on her bed, looking at the bundle of letters. She hadn’t expected to receive post about this. Untying the string holding them together, she opened the first one.

“I never thought bookish girls could be so hot. If you ever feel like you have an itch you can’t scratch, let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

There was a name and address with it, but Hermione simply rolled her eyes and tossed it aside. The next two were more of the same.

The fourth one was even cruder.

“Always knew you nerdy girls were all sluts. You should write back to me and I’ll give you a good time. You’ll be begging for my cock before you know it!”

“Merlin,” she said to herself. “What sort of girl would go for that?”

The next few letters were an improvement, many of them simply telling her how fantastic her photos were, and that they hoped she would do more. She smiled at each of them, and put them in a neat pile. “You never know,” she said quietly to herself again, looking at the letters. “You might get lucky.”

Her eyes widened as she read the next letter.

“Dear Hermione,

I very much enjoyed your photos in the recent issue of Pure Witchery, and was particularly intrigued by the fact that you stated in your interview that you were a virgin. Please do not think me presumptuous, but I would like to make you an offer. I would very much like to be your first, but I appreciate that such a thing is not to be done lightly. In order to compensate you for the fact that you would be giving up your virginity, and precious first time, to someone you do not know or love, I would be willing to offer you 25,000 galleons in exchange for one night with you.

You will find enclosed a picture of myself, not because I am vain, and think I am wonderful looking, but because I want you to know that this is a serious offer, and obviously I do not expect you to proceed if you do not find me at all attractive.

If you are interested in this idea, please let me know by owl. I await your response eagerly.

Yours sincerely,

Roen Tharsby”

At first Hermione was taken aback by the offer, and mentally rejected it, but midway through the next letter, yet another crude offer to bend her over and give her a good seeing to, she rethought it. Tossing aside the crude letter, she picked up the previous one and re-read it. Twenty five thousand galleons was a huge amount of money. There weren’t that many wizarding families who would be capable of offering such an amount. Either he was from an established pure blood family, or possibly had made his money through an invention, possibly a potion or business. The latter idea appealed to her far more than the first. Not that she was prejudiced against pure bloods, but someone who had made a lot of money through hard work appealed to her own sense of work ethics.

She looked at the picture. He was actually reasonably attractive, slim, with cropped short hair, probably in his late twenties or early thirties.

Without thinking too much about what she was doing, she went to her desk and took out a quill and parchment to write a reply.

“Dear Roen,

Thank you for your letter, it is an extremely interesting offer. Could you please tell me how you envision proceeding with this if I were to accept?

Yours,

Hermione Granger”

Of course, she didn’t have an owl, which was a drawback, but that would give her time to sleep on it, she thought, as she sealed the envelope.

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The next few days were filled with owls as she corresponded with Roen, quickly discovering that she quite liked him. He seemed pleasant, funny and down to earth. It turned out that he had made his money as the owner of the company that made the Firebolt broomstick, which had made her smile, partly because of her connection with Harry and his own Firebolt.

Finally, a date had been set. He would take her to a hotel that was owned by wizards, and they would have dinner before going upstairs to the room.

When the night came, she dressed carefully, and then opened her bedroom door to call to her mum.

“Mum! I’m going out, may not be back tonight!”
“OK dear, have fun wherever you’re going!”

One of the benefits of being a good, conscientious daughter and student was that her mother trusted her to not be doing anything stupid, and rarely questioned her if she said she was going out, or would be back late. She wondered vaguely to herself if this was stupid or not. Shrugging it aside, she apparated to the meeting point with Roen.

She saw him instantly when she arrived. He had stood up to greet her as soon as she appeared, and she was struck by how tall her was. Easily six feet, much taller than herself.

“Hermione,” he said, a smile on his face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person at last.” He put out his hand, and she returned the gesture, but rather than shaking it as she had expected, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. Slightly flustered, she spoke.
“Very nice to meet you too. This is a lovely place,” she offered as he released her hand. “Do you come here often?”
He smiled. “Sometimes, to eat. I’ve never stayed here before, but I hear it’s excellent. You look absolutely wonderful,” he said, gazing at her. She flushed slightly.
“Thank you,” she responded, glad that he had appreciated her efforts. She’d made liberal use of hair straightening potion, not enough to make her hair actually straight, but just enough to tame it down to ‘wavy’ rather than bushy, and was wearing an off the shoulder white dress that was slit up the front, exposing what she would have considered a scandalous amount of leg just a couple of months ago.
“Shall we go in?” he asked, gesturing to the door of the hotel. She took his proffered hand, and they made their way inside, and were quickly shown to a table.

Although Hermione’s small talk wasn’t the best, Roen seemed at ease, which went a long way towards reducing her own anxiety. He managed to draw her into conversation, and away from the rather repetitive thoughts of ‘I’m going to have sex. I’m going to have sex. I’m going to have sex.’ that were running through her head.

The meal was excellent, along with some rather good wine, which helped her not to feel at all nervous when Roen asked “Well Hermione...shall we go upstairs?” She nodded, and again took his hand to get to her feet.

Without relinquishing his grasp on her hand, he led her up the stairs to the room he’d booked for them. Taking out the key, he opened the door, and Hermione was astonished at the opulence of the room. There was a thick carpet on the floor, dark wood furnishings, and a huge, four poster bed in the middle of it all. It was so large that she suspected that even Roen would be able to lie across it without hanging off the sides. She heard the door close, and turned to see Roen looking at her.

“You look beautiful, Hermione.” She blushed a little, unsure of what to say. “So beautiful, I’d like to kiss you. May I?”
She raised her eyebrows at him very slightly as the sides of her mouth twitched into a smile. “You may,” she said, in what she hoped was a regal voice. He walked towards her, and leaned in close, touching his lips to hers. As his arms encircled her, she felt herself responding strongly to him, and soon their tongues were darting into each others mouths, their hands exploring each others bodies a little, and she moaned slightly when his hands found their way to her arse, squeezing her firm buttocks slightly. The kiss continued, and she was slightly disappointed when his hands moved up her back once again, until she felt the twitch of the zipper on her dress. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, their faces mere inches apart. “May I?” he asked again.

She felt a touch of uncertainty, but pushed it down, and she smiled again, just slightly. “You may,” she answered him again.

Slowly, he pulled the zipper down until it reached the end, and Hermione felt the dress fall slightly forward, away from her breasts, only being held up by the single shoulder that it had. He pushed it aside, and the whole dress slid down, leaving her completely naked except for her shoes. He took a step back and looked at her, and she fidgeted slightly, feeling very exposed.
“Wow,” he said. “You’ve been completely naked under that dress the whole night?”

She nodded. “Wow,” he repeated. He grinned. “You’re incredible,” he said, and stepped forward to kiss her again. The touch of his clothes against her bare skin felt strange to her, as it shifted with his movement, and without asking his permission she pushed his robe off his shoulders. Without breaking the kiss she also unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed that aside, and he shrugged it off, and then he got rid of his trousers, his underwear coming down with them. Hermione could feel his penis rubbing up against her belly as they kissed, and it was definitely ready for action.

Slowly, they drew apart, and looked at each other. “How do you feel about oral sex?” he asked her. She shrugged, a little nervousness returning.
“You’ll have to guide me...” she said, trailing off. He smiled gently.
“I can do that,” he said. He sat on the bed. “You’ll be best on your knees in front of me,” he told her. She knelt between his legs, and found herself looking his penis directly in the eye. It seemed huge, but she knew she wasn’t a particularly experienced judge of such things. Certainly it was no bigger than the ones she’d seen in the issue of Pure Witchery that she’d modeled in, either real, or dildo. But here, six inches in front of her face, it seemed huge.
“You can touch it,” he said softly. “Or kiss it, or lick it...then put it in your mouth, and I’ll tell you what to do.”

Without looking up at him, she reached out and took it in her hand, marveling at the feel. It felt like a really tough sponge. Firm, but with the feeling that if she squeezed, it would have some give to it. Not that she wanted to squeeze, of course. She moved her hand up and down it, dragging the foreskin back to expose the head. From various stories she’d heard, she expected it to smell bad, but it didn’t. She stuck her tongue out, and flicked it across the tip, hearing a throaty moan from above. Smiling slightly, she did it again, then kissed it almost like she was going in for a regular french kiss, her mouth open slightly, and as he lips made contact, she put out her tongue as if she was actually kissing. Another moan.

Hermione eyed his penis carefully, and decided to go for broke. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she slid her lips over the whole thing, taking it into her mouth.

“Oh yes, that’s it Hermione,” Roen breathed. “Just move your mouth up and down on it...Merlin, yes, that’s it,” he exclaimed softly as she followed his instructions. For her part, Hermione was finding the whole experience not as bad as she might have expected. His penis didn’t taste bad, although her jaw muscles were getting a bit of a workout. She held his penis steady with her hand while her head bobbed back and forth, her tongue moving around as she did so. There were steady moans from above her, and right around the time she felt she was going to have to take her mouth away because her jaw was cramping a little, Roen spoke.

“I’m going to cum, Hermione.”

She thought quickly. She was inexperienced, but not naïve. Men liked a girl to swallow, but it might not taste great. Quickly deciding she would go all the way, she kept going, hearing his moans get louder, until he let out a grunt of pleasure, and seemed to freeze in place. Hermione froze too, waiting for what she knew was coming, having seen the girl in the magazine, Sylvia, covered in the male models cum. A second later, he spurted into her mouth, she almost recoiled, but recovered herself, and received his second, then his third violent spurts of cum. They quickly trailed off, until eventually it just seemed like his penis was simply twitching. Slowly, she withdrew her mouth, trying to keep all his spunk inside, although some did manage to leak out and dribble down her chin. Carefully, she swallowed it. The taste actually wasn’t that bad, but the consistency left a lot to be desired, she considered. A little slimy.

She looked up at him and smiled. “How was that?” she asked shyly.

“Incredible,” he replied a little breathlessly. “You’ve never done that before?” She shook her head in answer. He managed a little chuckle. “You’re a natural, Hermione. But come on, get up here and lie down. It’s your turn,” he said with a smile.

Hermione smiled back a little unsurely as she did so. Her natural desire to be the best at everything was pleased with his compliment, but still, part of her thought ‘A natural cocksucker...there’s a talent I never knew I wanted...’

Still, she got up on the bed, and lay down, absently wiping away the sperm from her chin. She felt a slight flush of embarrassment again as Roen sat at the foot of the bed, and gently parted her legs. She looked up at the ceiling as he studied her bald pussy, then gently started planting kisses on her legs, gradually getting closer to her most private spot.

Finally, he was dancing around her clit, teasing her with his lips. She wanted to scream at him to just do it. She felt his fingers touch her and she could feel her own wetness as he parted her lips. She felt his hot breath, and tensed up a little, waiting. She looked down at him, wanting to see what he was waiting for, and looked right into his eyes, right as he planted his tongue on her pussy, licking right up and over her clitoris. Her back arched and she let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a shout, and then he did it again.

She wasn’t entirely sure how long the whole thing lasted, but it seemed like forever. He would bring her nearly to orgasm with his tongue, before slowing down and bringing her back down again. He did this three or four times, and again she felt her orgasm approaching, but when she expected him to trail off again, leaving her panting and moaning for more, he kept going. Her breathing was loud and ragged to her own ears, and she felt her whole body tense like she was about to have the biggest sneeze in history. Suddenly she was cumming, and she let out a scream as her body twisted of its own will, leaving her in a tangled heap, still twitching slightly from the after effects of the incredible orgasm she’d just had.

She lay there as Roen slid up the bed to lie beside her, and she snuggled up to him. She kissed him, and realised that his face was still wet with her juices. It wasn’t too bad, she thought, as she tasted herself on his lips. They lay like that for five or ten minutes, occasionally sharing a kiss, when Roen spoke up.

“Are you ready for the next step?” he asked gently. Hermione nodded.

“Yes,” she replied simply. She rolled onto her back to look at him as he moved away from her, and she spread her legs unselfconsciously for him, as he positioned himself on top of her. He supported himself on one elbow, while his right hand positioned his penis at the entrance to her vagina. Her heart beat a little faster as she felt pressure on her pussy, and her face stretched into a grimace as he pushed a little further, spreading her lips apart and entering her, just a little. She felt him withdraw slightly, then push again, going a little further inside her. She let out a little moan of pain as the muscles in her pussy were stretched beyond anything they’d ever done before, but he stayed gentle with her, gradually easing his way further inside her with every thrust.

Eventually he stopped moving, and simply rested on top of her, keeping most of his weight off her with his elbows, and gave her a kiss.

“Are you all the way in?” she asked, her voice betraying her discomfort. She certainly hoped he was, she’d never expected to feel so...so FULL. As large as he’d looked, he felt twice as big inside her. He nodded.

“Yes,” he told her. “Are you okay?” She winced, but nodded.

“Yes, just...go slow?” she asked him.

“Don’t worry,” he answered. “I will.” He pulled out a little way, and slid back in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his cock inside her. She grimaced a little as he did so, her muscles still protesting the invader, but after a couple of minutes of slow thrusting, she started to get used to it. Sliding her hands down his body to squeeze his firm buttocks, she looked into his eyes.

“You can go a little faster, if you like,” she said. He kissed her, and as their tongues tangled, he started speeding up his thrusts, pulling out a little further each time, and sliding back into her a little faster. Hermione moaned into his mouth, pleasure starting to overcome the discomfort she felt. He seemed to realise this, and sped up still further.

His own breathing was becoming a little ragged at this point, and Hermione realised that he might be close to orgasm. She broke the kiss they’d been sharing, and whispered in his ear.

“You can come inside me if you want,” she told him. He moaned, and buried his face in her neck as he thrust frantically.

Hermione winced slightly as he thrust firmly into her, but when he didn’t pull out again, she realised her must be cumming. He moaned into her ear as she felt his cock twitching inside her pussy, just like it had in her mouth when he came earlier. She held herself still while he spent himself inside her, and kissed him he lifted his head.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, meaning it. He gave a quiet chuckle.

“No,” he replied. “Thank you.” He kissed her again, and pulled away, making her moan a little as he pulled out of her. She looked down, and saw little streaks of red on his penis. She smiled at him. “I’m just going to go and clean up a little,” she said, a little shyly. He smiled back.

“I’ll be here,” he said.

She slid her legs off the bed, and headed to the en suite bathroom, feeling fluid leak out of her vagina and run down her legs as she did so. When she got to the bathroom, she looked down to see thick white sperm, with streaks of red that she assumed must be her own blood, running out of her vagina. She cleaned up as best she could, though she could still feel occasional dribbles as a little more leaked out. She gave it a final wipe, then went back to the bedroom. Roen was lying on the bed waiting for her, still completely naked. She smiled as she lay back down, snuggling up to him, her back pressed against his chest and his arm around her. They chatted idly, and she enjoyed the feeling of his hands, which he let roam around her body, her hips, her belly, sometimes brushing across her breasts.

Gradually, he began to concentrate more on her breasts and her nipples, and would sometimes brush across her slit. He started to kiss her neck, and probed more significantly at her slit with his fingers. She opened her legs slightly, and closed her eyes as his fingers probed at her pussy, sliding over her clit with the wetness that was still present. He continued for a few minutes, her breathing becoming heavier as her arousal increased.

“Hermione,” he spoke softly into her ear.
“Mmm?” she answered, enjoying his ministrations.
“Do you know much about anal sex?”
She opened her eyes, suddenly distracted from the pleasant feelings coming from her crotch. “A bit...why?” she asked, although she was pretty sure she knew exactly why he was asking.
“Would you like to try it?” he asked, confirming what she had suspected. He wanted to fuck her in the arse.
She hesitated. “Well...” she said, trailing off. Yes, it had looked incredibly erotic and hot in the magazine, but she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to do it just yet.
He could obviously sense her hesitation, and spoke up. “If it would help, I’ll make it an extra five thousand galleons,” he said.
“I don’t know,” she said, thinking over the idea.
“Ten thousand,” he said, insistently. She thought again. That was an awful lot of money for some temporary discomfort.
“Okay,” she said. “You will be gentle, like last time, right?” she said, still a little worried.
“Of course I will,” he said, and he couldn’t keep the note of happiness out of his voice that she had agreed. “I want you to enjoy it as well.”
“Okay,” she said again. “How do we do it?”
“It’s best if you get on all fours,” he said, pulling away from her and kneeling near the foot of the bed. She did so, resting her weight on her elbows so that he bum was sticking up in the air. She looked over her shoulder to see him moving into position behind her, and spread her legs a little so he could kneel between them. “I’m just going to perform a charm for some lubrication,” he said. “It will feel a little cold,” he warned her. She heard him reach for his wand, then mutter the charm. “Glissando,” he said, and she jumped a little as her bum hole suddenly felt like it was covered in a thick, cold gel. She heard him perform the charm again, and could only assume he was doing it on himself.

She felt him put one hand on her hip, and the other must have been guiding his cock, because she felt it pressing against her anus. She stared at the pillow in front of her, slightly breathless and unsure what to expect. He pressed a little harder, and she felt herself stretching.

“Don’t try and fight it,” he said. “If you can relax, it will be much easier.”

Hermione tried to do as he said, and realised she had been rather tense, and instantly felt him slip in a little further. He started to move back and forth, trying to do what he had done before, and go a little further each time. She winced as her sphincter was stretched repeatedly, letting out a small cry of pain when he pulled out all the way one time and then pushed back in. He froze.

“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded.

“Yes, but don’t take it out all the way. It hurts when you put it back in,” she told him. He continued, pushing against the muscles of her anus, and she yelped again as she suddenly felt him filling her. It literally felt like he had popped through a tight ring, and now he was inside her. He froze again.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Just hold it there a minute.” In fact, now that he seemed to be fully past the tight rings of muscle of her anus, it did seem to be ok. It felt a little sore, but the actual feeling of his cock in her bum was fine. She felt him lean forward, until his chest was touching her back, and his fingers found their way back to her clit. She moaned slightly as she started touching her, and he slowly started to move his dick inside her, slowly thrusting in and out of her.

It was a very different feeling to regular sex, she felt, but actually surprisingly enjoyable, especially with his fingers playing with her clit. Despite the unusual sensations coming from her arse, she felt her orgasm coming, and buried her face in the pillow to muffle her moans. He seemed to realise what was going on, and sped up his fingering, making her shudder. The orgasm wasn’t as intense as the first one she’d had that evening, but she still cried out, bucking backwards against him, pushing herself onto his cock. He put both hands on her hips, thrusting hard into her bum before crying out himself, and burying his cock to the hilt in her arse. They both slumped down to lie on their sides, with him still buried inside her.

“That was incredible,” he told her breathlessly.

“It wasn’t too bad for me either,” she said with a smile, half turning to look at him. He kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled at him again as he wrapped his arm around her. She could feel him softening inside her, but for now, was content to enjoy the feeling of being filled. In fact, she almost drifted off into a doze, and was slightly startled when he spoke.

“I should probably go and clean up a little,” he said apologetically, pulling his arm away. She sighed, but released her grip on his hand, and her mouth opened in surprise at the odd sensation of his penis being pulled out of her anus. She felt his cum leaking out just as it had done earlier, but for now she simply let it slide down her buttocks.

When he came back from the en suite, she got up and cleaned up a little, wincing a little at the soreness in her bum. Going back to bed, she found him under the covers, with the turned down for her to join him. She did so, and he held her in his arms as she snuggled up to him.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said, looking up at him. “You made my first time very enjoyable.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said seriously, kissing her on the forehead. “You deserve the best, so don’t ever settle for less.”

She smiled, and closed her eyes, thinking of Ron. No, she wasn’t going to settle for Ron. She would have better.

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Hermione awoke in the morning, and was slightly disoriented to find herself alone. Where was Roen? She realised there was a note folded on the pillow next to her, and picked it up.

“Dear Hermione,

thank you for a wonderful evening. I feel privileged to have been your first, and hope you enjoyed everything. I hope you do not think it too rude, but I often find morning afters to be somewhat awkward affairs, so I have left you this note.

You will find that the thirty five thousand galleons has been transferred to your Gringotts vault from my own. I hope to meet you again one day, and get to know you as a friend. Please remember, you deserve someone special who will treat you like the incredible woman you are.

Yours with love,

Roen.”

She stared at the note, a little unsure how to take it. She had imagined goodbye kisses, and hugs, but now that she thought about it...he’d never promised anything more than one night, nor had she asked for it. Perhaps this was the best way of going about it after all. Getting out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body. She cupped her breasts, and ran a finger down to her slit, tracing it right down to the entrance to her vagina. She knew there was no reason for there to be any outward sign of her loss of virginity, but she still expected to feel...different, somehow. Shrugging, she brushed her teeth, then made her way back to the bedroom, and stepped into her dress, before picking up her shoes, and taking a deep breath before apparating back home to her bedroom.

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So, what did you all think? I think there’s a possibility of another chapter, but I don’t plan on dragging this story out much more than that. Plus, I have a couple of plot bunnies who are starting to eat my brain from the inside out, so I may have to write them soon.

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