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Hermione's Bucket List	By : 2CRsgt Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 66898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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♫Country Roads, Take me Home…♫
By 2CRsgt
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“Speaking/Talking” ‘Thoughts/Pondered’ "SHOUTING/SCREAMING/YELLING"
(Flashback Hermione Granger – 13)
(Flashback Harry Potter – 13)
(Flashback Fred Weasley – 14)
(Flashback George Weasley – 14)
Hermione Granger – 15
Harry Potter – 14
Last Chapter
Wednesday before Dawn, July 5^th1995
The bell near the door tinkled when Hermione walked in. The clerk looked up at Hermione before he returned to reading his magazine. Taking one of the red plastic shopping baskets Hermione walked around the convenience store picking out sweets, snacks and anything a girl on the go could eat without cooking or microwave.
At the counter the pimply faced teen clerk rang up her items, “That’ll be £14.39.” ($34.10 for us Americans.)
Hermione smiled sweetly, “Maybe we could trade?” And lifted the front of her shirt to show her bare breasts.
The clerk stared at Hermione’s stiff nipples, rolled his eyes and fainted.
Hermione walked around the counter, she snorted, “Virgin.”
She loaded her loot in store plastic bags and left eating a convenience store trademark hot burrito. Hermione believed in ‘situational ethics’ and did not touch the money in the cash register. She took only what she could eat. She paid for her convenience store loot when she flashed her goodies. It was his fault he fainted and couldn’t take Hermione’s offer.
Hermione unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her shorts when she sat on a picnic table near the car park. She was willing and expected to trade for a ride. Hermione finished her burrito and soda pop before she wrote on a large piece of scrap cardboard. Finished, she buttoned the shorts button in the bottom shirt buttonhole so her open shorts wouldn’t drop and still show she wore no underpants. Ready to hitchhike Hermione hurried in the direction of A-35.
Chapter 5
Wednesday Morning, July 5^th1995
Hermione had her shirt and shorts stuffed in one of the convenience store plastic bags. Hermione carefully chose her place to stick out her thumb, a straight stretch of road for an easy pull off where an auto or lorry that would want to give her a ride could. There was a path nearby that led away from the motorway so she could run if she didn’t like the situation.
In her mum’s Woodstock picture book there was a picture of a naked girl hitchhiking holding a NYC sign that hid her bits. Hermione was going to try and do the same and hid her girl bits with her CRAWLEY cardboard sign. When Hermione made her bucket list she never thought of adding naked hitchhiking. She could always pen it in later.
An old truck put on the breaks and screeched to a stop past Hermione. She gathered her things and ran to the open passenger’s side door. “Goin’ to Foul Island on the other side of London, ‘rekin I kin drop you off on the way if’n you are willin’ to pay a toll.”
Hermione placed her cardboard sign between the seat and the door to show she was wearing only her flip-flop sandals. Hermione expected to pay for the ride with her body, no surprise there, what was a surprise was how old the truck was. It had to be older than her dad. The old lorry didn’t even have seatbelts. Hermione slouched on the bench seat and spread her legs to show she was willing when the time came. The old man gulped, the lorry’s transmission complained loudly when he changed the gears trying to get up to traffic speed.
Hermione grinned at this and fingered her slit. Hermione fake groaned when he reached over and pinched her nipple while she teased her clit. The truck almost left the road. She never thought acting like a slut with strangers would be so much fun. They’d never tell, she didn’t know them and they didn’t know her, just the way Hermione wanted it.
Before now Hermione usually let Harry and her Weasley boys do stuff to her so long as they were discrete. Now she wanted to show what they could do to her and when they could do it. The wizarding world prudes would never know. Before this week Hermione never showed herself off like she has. Walking around nude at home didn’t count.
With an hour or two down the road and a clash of gears the truck pulled into a rest area. Nothing was there except some restrooms whose stench made Hermione wonder how often they were cleaned.
“I can’t stands it. I can’t stands no more, OUT!” Hermione was worried he was going to dump her in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t. Once out of the truck he grabbed Hermione’s wrist and spun her to face him. He stood in front of Hermione and inspected his fresh meat.
Her bush was now two or three day old beard stubble.
“Nice rack,” his fingers lovingly stroked Hermione’s breasts. Hermione’s breasts were big enough not to be mistaken for a little girl’s but not melons like Lavender’s. He did like how her nipples were pointy and begged for attention. Most of all he liked how she didn’t cower or try to hide her parts. He was fairly sure she wasn’t a professional. She didn’t have that unconcerned air about her being naked. This girl was not fidgety about her nakedness but not bored and uncaring about it either.
The truck body was between them and the motorway. He turned her to face the motorway and bent Hermione over the lorry’s metal front wheel cover.
Hermione watched the traffic speed by when she felt her lower lips push apart because his cock was in her. Hermione thought the truck driver was a lot like Ron Weasley. Once he was in, he jack hammered her until he came and pulled out, the only thing he didn’t do that Ron did was fall asleep. Hermione felt nothing, no excitement or thrill. She wondered why she felt nothing. Before Hermione always felt a thrill showing her all. Getting fucked usually led to a screaming good time. Nothing, she just let it happen, it wasn’t like getting screwed by Harry or in the uni dorms which Hermione enjoyed. The thrill of showing off at the strip club was something Hermione would always remember. This… this just was. She didn’t know or care about him. Sharing a kiss with Harry would have meant more. Hermione worried about becoming like the women at the strip club. She hoped not.
Hermione wiped herself off with tissue paper in the smelly women’s lavatory before climbing back in the truck.
“Here’s a commodore luv.”
Hermione stared at the three fivers in her hand. With these three five pound notes, in her hand for letting him fuck her, she was now a prostitute. Now she could check off that item on her list. Not the sex experience Hermione thought it would be.
“Yah can get dressed now missy, yah got the money what you was lookin’ for.”
Hermione’s so-so mood sank out of sight and put on her shorts and shirt. She was silent all the way to a Crawley truck stop. From there she walked until she was close enough to afford a cab home. Prostution was a bummer.
Early Wednesday Morning, July 5^th1995
Three Bridges Railway Station, Crawley
It was too early for any civilized person to be awake so Harry Potter thought he shouldn’t call Hermione’s parents. Not that he could. He didn’t know their ‘phone number to call or their address. He couldn’t signal the knight bus either, no wand to raise. He didn’t know anyone in the area who lived in the area except Hermione and she was somewhere else. Harry may be in the same city as Hermione’s parents but this didn’t put him any closer than when he started the train trip. He was still lost.
Wednesday, July 5^th1995
Hermione didn’t have a key to get in her own home so she knocked. Her dad opened the door, “HERMIONE!” He wrapped her in a rib crushing hug. “DEAR! OUR PRINCESS IS BACK HOME!! HOW ARE YOU! I’VE MISSED YOU! WHERE WERE YOU? WE LOOKED EVERYWHERE!” He called over his shoulder, “EMMA, HERMIONE’S HERE!!!” His arms moved up and down her back, no bra strap, “Knickers?” Hermione shook her head no.
Emma walked downstairs and held out both hands to her daughter, “Dearest, you took ten years off my life.” She kissed Hermione. “Don’t do that. I’m old enough as it is,” she whispered in Hermione’s ear. From her hug Emma couldn’t feel bra or knickers under Hermione’s clothes. While she wasn’t surprised by Hermione’s lack of underclothes Emma raised an eyebrow because the boy who should be the reason for that lack of underclothes was not with Hermione.
Hermione ignored her parent’s silent question and asked, “Where’s Harry?”
“Didn’t he come with you? Where is he?” Daniel wanted to know.
“No, he rode the Night Owl train.” Hermione said with dawning comprehension, “Oh no, you don’t know so you couldn’t be there to pick him up. I’ll bet he doesn’t know your phone number. QUICK! MUM WE GOTTA GO!”
Daniel reached in his pocket for his car keys.
“Dad could you stay here please? What if Harry shows up and no one’s here? Or mum calls because we couldn’t find him?” Hermione started to panic.
Emma leaned in took the car keys and kissed Daniel’s cheek, “Don’t worry dear, girl talk.”
The two women left in the family auto, Daniel shook his head, his little girl was growing up so fast. She had no bra. Daniel’s experienced eye could see that. Hermione was old enough to have nice sized breasts with pointy nipples. He would have to think about that. Maybe he was wrong and Hermione was shaggable.
Keeping her eyes on the road Emma asked, “How long, how often and how many?”
“Mum?” Hermione tried to act innocent.
“Don’t bother, I tried the same thing with your grandmum and it didn’t work for me either.”
Hermione tried to deflect her mum’s questions, “How old were you?”
“About your age,” Emma grinned, “And you didn’t answer.”
“Mum...”
Emma laughed, “We’ll start simple… Your first time?”
Hermione did something she had not done in awhile, she blushed. “Well… uh… do I have ta?”
London traffic was snarled and inched along. Emma grinned, almost a smile, “Now you have my interest. Yes.”
“It was after the Harry’s big snake…”
Hermione glared at her mum’s smirk, “Not that one.”
Flashback
Last Week of June 1993
Thirteen year old Hermione sat on a desk in an empty classroom. This had been a year like no other for Hermione. She had turned to stone, real actual magical petrifaction, stone, rock hard stone… It was with a sense of wonder she sat on a school desk with her robe open, her school shirt unbuttoned, her bra unhooked so she could touch her nipples, her uniform skirt flipped up to her waist and her knickers on the desk top next to her. Hermione was rubbing herself between her spread legs. She was soft, she was warm and she was alive! Her exploration to make sure she was really flesh and blood changed to something else. Never before had Hermione felt this hot, this needy. Her finger just wasn’t enough this time. She wanted more to prove she was really real.
And in walked the Weasley twins looking for a private spot to plan chaos.
Hermione was furiously diddling herself with no relief. She wanted to get off but couldn’t. In frustration Hermione called, “Can you guys help me? I can’t get off!!”
The two boys looked at the other, “We could…”
“… but we might not be able to stop once we start…”
“… no promises…”
“… are you sure?”
“Oh god yes, I need it, I’ll do whatever you want…”
End Flashback
Wednesday, July 5^th1995
“That was a dangerous thing to say young lady,” Emma turned on a side street to escape the traffic jam. “You’re here so it must have worked out in the end.”
“You could say that,” Hermione chuckled at the memory.
Emma looked at her daughter, “Details, I want details, girl.”
Hermione had to laugh. That was the sort of thing she would expect to hear from Lavender or Parvati.
Flashback
Last Week of June 1993
“First stand up and take off all your clothes,” said one twin. The other twin transfigured a large bed from the room’s furniture a piece at a time. They were only fourth years and were only able to change one item at a time. Multi part transfigurations were beyond them for the moment with the mattress being the most difficult.
Hermione hopped off the desk, her robe was draped over the desk where she sat moments ago. Her white button down uniform shirt and bra soon followed. No big deal, they had seen her tits, her school skirt though, once she took that off she was committed. Hermione made up her mind, bit her lower lip, unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it. She still had her over the knee-length stockings on but the twins didn’t seem to mind. What they wanted was exposed. One twin’s hands roamed over Hermione’s growing breasts down to between her legs. Hermione closed her eyes and let him. She wanted to feel, to know she was alive.
“You had your turn to feel her up. It’s my turn. You put the bed together.”
Hermione stood still with her arms and legs spread apart so he could touch her all over if he wanted to like his brother. He did but was slower, gentler and was not as concerned about groping her goodies right away.
Hermione had secretly watched the sex parties at home when it was her parent’s turn to host one. Behind her closed eyes Hermione imagined she was at one of the sex parties…
End Flashback
Wednesday, July 5^th1995
“You didn’t,” Emma was not surprised to hear Hermione watched the orgies at home even though Emma she acted like she was.
Hermione walking around the house starkers last year was a big clue. It amused Emma to watch her daughter’s fumbling attempts to seduce her father. Emma was sure her husband, Daniel, would eventually shag Hermione, he just was not into little girls. In Emma’s opinion Hermione had grown into that fuckable age. Although Hermione had yet to finish growing into her womanly curves at sixteen she was developed enough to turn heads. At the theme park Emma had deliberately purchased a one piece swimsuit like her daughter wore last year. It amused Emma to watch Hermione’s thoughtful glances at the string bikinis when she thought her mum wasn’t looking. The next day Emma made sure to leave enough money ‘eating money’ for Hermione to buy that bikini. Hermione’s short pubic hair confirmed Emma’s guess her daughter purchased the Alton Park’s micro bikini.
This mother/daughter time allowed Emma to see how very much Hermione is like how she was like her mother at her age. Emma had been a very popular girl at collage parties while she was a mid teen in secondary school. Now it seems Hermione was being shagged just like her mother. Hermione lived in a co-ed boarding school with teenage boys. ‘How many?’ Emma wondered, it was not a case of if, Emma believed Hermione was being screwed just how often and how many. “Were you taking precautions?”
“Mum, they have potions that are more effective than muggle methods.” Hermione rolled her eyes. She was not about to tell her mum that a magically strong wizard might overcome the effectiveness of any contraceptive potion and Harry was magically strong. Hermione couldn’t help herself and neither could other witch say no to Harry. Forget that Boy-Who-Lived nonsense, Harry Potter’s strong magic was like an aphrodisiac, it attracted witches/muggle women/girls who wanted him to shag them.
Flashback
Hermione continued to tell about her first time and the Weasley twins.
Last Week of June 1993
When the bed was finished Hermione sat on the end of the bed to roll off her stockings. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right and be starkers for her first fuck. This was no broomcloset fumble. Hermione was both excited and uncertain she should do this. She tossed both rolled up stockings at the desk with the rest of her clothes. Hermione was looking forward to this because this would prove she was alive. She was also apprehensive because of all the stories she heard in the girls’ loos about their first times. She crawled up to the middle of the bed and rolled over on her back. No bed sheets or anything but that didn’t matter. The twin’s cushioning spell made the bed feel soft and clean.
The twin brothers quickly stripped, they stared at Hermione.
She stared back. They weren’t exactly identical when they were completely naked. One boy’s wang tilted to the left the other’s tilted towards the right.
The lights from the room’s magical torches made her look… so… so… there wasn’t a word for it... she was one of their brother’s best friends and she wanted them to fuck her. They memorized the curves of her young teen body. The Hogwarts robes hid her growing body’s curves. They crawled on the bed very slowly one on each side so Hermione was in the middle. The rogues had plenty of experience with other girls including their twelve year old sister this year. So they were slow and gentle with Hermione. If they wanted a repeat with Hermione she had to enjoy her first time.
Hermione’s breasts flattened to mere mounds when she lay on her back. Hermione tilted her face to look at the boys who would end her virginity. She sucked in her breath because one twin lavished his attention on her breasts until her nipples were rock hard. The other kissed and licked Hermione’s flat abdomen. Hermione thought she was going out of her mind. She spread her legs and plucked at both boys, “SOMEONE! IN ME! NOW!”
Eager to please one of them gently placed a hand behind her neck and the other hand cupped her cheek before he pressed his lips to hers. He was slow and gentle when he kissed her. Hermione’s lips had a fruity taste from whatever she put on her lips.
Not to be left out the other twin placed one hand under the small of her back and another under Hermione’s ass.
The first twin’s tongue dueled slowly and passionately as he tasted Hermione. She was slow and clumsy kissing back leading him to believe this was her first open mouth kiss.
Hermione didn’t know a kiss could ever be this good before.
Hermione felt fingers rubbing her slit. They didn’t try to force their way in right from the start. She raised her arms to hold the boy who was kissing her. The fingers between her legs felt better and better. She didn’t even notice when those fingers were in to their first finger joint or how her hips started to move.
The two brothers smiled. Hermione Granger really wanted this.
The brother who was kissing held Hermione’s shoulders down although he really didn’t need to, she wasn’t struggling, instead she instinctively raised her back to allow for easier penetration.
Hermione didn’t know which twin was on top of her and didn’t much care. They had her up to a fever pitch and she wanted cock in her it didn’t matter whose. If the twins weren’t here she would even let Malfoy fuck her to prove she was alive. Hermione never thought she would lose control like her mother but she had. Hermione felt like she was burning up inside and he hadn’t even popped her cherry yet. She felt her insides spread wide, wider and a flash of pain. Not much, like a paper cut. The twin started to move in smooth even strokes. While his penis filled her over and again Hermione thought the anticipation of pain in her first time was worse than the act itself. It wasn’t long before she was flooded with Weasley cum.
She was a bit sore the next few days and her dormmates wanted to know all about it and who did the deed. Aware of the dangers of being labeled because of her blood status and the fact both Lavender and Parvati were the gossip queens, Hermione said nothing. She did notice Parvati watch her speculatively.
As time went on Hermione met with the twins more and more often, once her body had adjusted to being shagged, sex was fun. Sometimes Hermione went without knickers when she knew she would be shagged during the day.
Now Hermione understood why her mum did what she did as often as she did, Hermione began to eye her best friend’s pants and wondered how to get him on top of her.
End Flashback
Wednesday, July 5^th1995
“And that was my first time mum.”
Emma nodded, “And the Ron boy?”
“That was later, Harry wanted to include him. I tried. It didn’t work out so I dropped him.”
Emma was silent. She silently agreed. She never had a good feeling about the red head, “Any others?”
Emma was not surprised Hermione used the basic missionary position with the twins. No matter how much she might have watched the sex parties, when Hermione was shagged she used the most basic position, she was a beginner after all. Emma saw Hermione shift uneasily in her seat and smiled and said, “I think someone is hot and bothered. Need a hand?”
Hermione surprised her mum when she said yes. She kicked off her flip-flops and shimmied out of her shorts.
Emma saw she was right. No knickers; no bikini bottoms. She stopped the family auto near a small neighborhood park. “See, didn’t I tell you. That saving yourself twaddle means the pain would ruin any future first time lovemaking experience with your special man,” After a moment Emma added, “or woman. You are better off having gotten that out of the way.”
Hermione smiled, “Or more than one special someones.”
‘I was right,’ Emma thought and laughed, “Or more than one.” She pushed to control button until the back of both seats were electronically reclined flat. The Grangers had chosen this option for obvious reasons.
“MUUMMMMYYYY!!!” Hermione grinned back laying flat on the new car seat position. Her flannel shirt was pulled up and off. Male or female, mummy or hopefully daddy, Hermione liked being completely naked when doing ‘it’ and Hermione liked being shagged.
Emma was amused by her daughter’s eager display of skin. Like mother, like daughter.
Hermione worked her way over from her bed/seat on top of her mum and covered her mother’s mouth with her own. Once there she sat up her bum on Emma’s hips and unbuttoned her mum’s blouse.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Emma smirked. She made no move to stop Hermione; indeed, she held her daughter’s naked ass cheeks. Hermione was very much like her mother at her age. Now if Emma could only keep Hermione from getting knocked up.
Hermione was happy to see the bra holding Emma’s fuller breasts was fastened in the front. “I gotta get me some of these,” Hermione murmured.
“It does make it easier for the boys,” one of Emma had one of her hands glide up Hermione’s front a fraction above Hermione’s skin, low enough to raise the fine hairs on Hermione’s body until Emma’s fingernails skimmed the bottom of her girl’s breasts.
Hermione sucked in a breath at the feeling. There was so much she wanted to do and wasn’t sure how to do it. It’s not like her mum had a cock. Her thoughts stopped when Emma pushed Hermione until she twisted around until they were 69 and she helped unbuckle, unzip and push her mum’s hiphugger pants and knickers down.
Emma pushed Hermione’s head between her legs. She had seen Hermione hesitate and was willing to teach her daughter how to make love to a woman. With her pants and underwear down around her ankles Emma spread her knees wide. Once Hermione’s head was down between her mum’s legs Emma squeezed them to hold her daughter in place, “Drink up dear,” Emma cooed.
Emma’s fingers held Hermione by her short cunt hair over her face. She grinned and tugged Hermione’s wet clit down by her short hairs to be ravished.
After Hermione lapped up her fill of her mother’s honeydew juices and her mum let go of her, Hermione half wiggled, half crawled back to the passenger’s seat. They lay on their sides on their respective seats facing the other, one completely naked and the other nearly so, all the important parts showing.
“So… Before your lust interrupted us, you were saying?”
“Mum, Harry should already be there we need to go.” Hermione tried to change the subject.
That was all the confirmation Emma needed. There were others and Emma could teach Hermione so many different ways to enjoy sex that Hermione didn’t know about even with all Hermione’s reading. Nothing compared to real life experience. Emma was curious about what the two got up to on their own the past few days. Hermione didn’t mention those details. Later, time to change subject, “And Harry? You didn’t mention him?” Emma asked and straightened her clothes.
Hermione didn’t bother to get dressed yet. She sat upright so the backs of the front car seats could be adjusted. Hermione really liked not wearing anything even more now.
Flashback
Saturday, November 6^th 1993
Harry was attacked by dementors and fell off his broom during the quidditch game. The stupid whopping willow destroyed his Nimbus 2000 broom.
Hermione was worried about her friend Harry Potter. He was in a dark place. Hermione could see it in his eyes. He didn’t talk much, not a word outside of class to anyone. He silently went up to his dorm instead of dinner. It was Saturday, if he wanted to have a lie in; it was his business so no one else paid attention to his skipping a meal, except Hermione.
His broom had been destroyed by a tree that had no business being on the school grounds, no matter how magical the plant was. What if it had been him that landed there instead of his broom? Harry knew it would have been his fault for falling and his broom being destroyed. He would have been blamed for injuring such a rare tree.
When Harry told Hermione it was all his fault the other day she knew it wasn’t true but no one would be able to convince Harry of that. When he closed himself off to everyone, Hermione uncharacteristically did not try and have him open up to her, not when he was this moody. Ron said Harry’s mood would improve with time but Hermione was impatient, her friend was hurting… She couldn’t allow that. Everyone in Gryffindor had gone to dinner except Hermione and Harry. “Harry…”
“Huh?”
Hermione stepped forward and softly embraced Harry. While she kissed Harry on the cheek Hermione felt his reaction on her crotch.
Harry knew he had a hardon. Pressed against Hermione like he knew he was he knew his best friend knew he was hard. There was only one thing to do… he ran up to the third year’s boys dorm to hide in his bed. He had embarrassed her, he knew it, he never should have such a reaction, not with Hermione.
Hermione knew her best friend and could guess what he did. He was hiding behind the curtains around his bed… Hermione wanted to help Harry, her mum always said, “Nothing like a fuck to put me in a good mood.” Hermione smiled, she wanted Harry in a good mood and sex with the twins always put Hermione in a good mood and helped her relax before a test. It should be even better with Harry. She could feel it. This would help Harry relax. Hermione thought she would have to be daring to raise Harry out of his funk. She would have to do something he couldn’t say no to.
Hermione ran up to her dorm and scrambled out of most of her clothes and walked across the common room in just her underwear.
In the middle of the common room Hermione stopped to take off her knickers and bra. She stood in the middle of the common room completely naked sort of hoping someone would walk in. No one did of course. They were all in the Great Hall eating. Just the thought of getting caught by her housemates was enough to make her nipples hard and pointy. She never did anything like this before. With the twins it was always out of sight in a locked room or something. This made Hermione randy like never before. Harry was going to fuck her. Nothing was going to stop her from being royally screwed.
She ran up to Harry’s dorm two steps at a time. Illogically, Hermione stopped to put her undies back on. She convinced herself she shouldn’t shock Harry too much, too fast, so she would wear her bra and knickers. Harry wouldn’t dare send her away because someone might see her and it would be his fault. Hermione wasn’t above guilt tripping her friend for his own good. A public show away from Hogwarts would be for later. What she did in the common room excited Hermione.
Hermione cracked opened the door to the Boys’ Third Year Dormitory just far enough to see the bed curtains for all the beds were open, except one. The bed with closed curtains had to be where Harry was trying to hide from the world. Once in Harry’s dorm room Hermione crawled through the curtains around Harry’s bed. Once inside she kissed sleeping Harry on the mouth. “Harry, you awake?”
“Uh… am now… Hermione?”
“Harry, it’s alright, I’m here for you,” Hermione started to rub herself on Harry.
“Uh...” Harry wasn’t sure what was going on. It wasn’t what he expected. Hermione usually nagged to get her way. His cock started to grow back to a stiff pole from Hermione’s rubbing herself on him. He was embarrassed it was as straight as his wand. This was Hermione, his best friend. She was close enough… of course she was… she was rubbing on him.
The elastic top edge on the front of Hermione’s knickers rolled down. Hermione softly smiled and closed her eyes while she rubbed her slit on Harry’s hard cock under the blanket. The more she rubbed, the faster Harry’s blanket inched down. Hermione was impatient and pushed/tugged/kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed. With the blanket out of the way the elastic waistband of Harry’s boxers also curled down with Hermione’s help. Hermione deliberately let her knickers slide down past her round arse to her upper thighs. Now Hermione’s sensitive clitoris brushed the exposed tip of Harry’s hardon. She hissed in pleasure from ‘accidental’ pressure on her clitoris.
Harry tried to look away from Hermione’s face and tried to look up at the top cover of his bed posts. Instead he kept turning his head so he could sort of see her bra bound teen breasts, his poor vision made her slim abdomen a blur. Skin, lots of skin, not for the first time Harry cursed his poor vision. His cock went from stiff to hard while he stared at both of Hermione’s bra covered breasts. Harry tried to resist temptation; he really did, and halfheartedly tried to push Hermione away.
Hermione was not about to allow that. She reached behind her, unhooked and tossed her bra behind her towards the foot of the bed. She was feeling that familiar heat that always made her feel good so Hermione planned to also make Harry feel really, really good whether he wanted to or not. She slid his hand between them and then from side to side over her flat abdomen. With each move from hip to hip Hermione inched the edge of her Harry’s hand a little lower to the wet well of her heat. Hermione crawled up to place the tip of one of her breasts over Harry’s mouth. Now she could guide Harry’s hand lower to her wet and waiting cunt. She shivered at the feeling his sucking mouth made over her breast, it made her nipples perk up and his tongue was not slow to take advantage of this. This was better than with the twins, Harry was not only her friend, he was a natural, he was her fuck buddy. Hermione stopped Harry’s hand when he was over her slit and moved his fingers where she wanted them. Harry was hers.
Alongside Harry, Hermione leaned over to give him sweet butterfly kisses just like she read about in her mum’s bodice ripper paperback books. Harry wasn’t anything like the beefcake hunks on the covers of those paperbacks but he was hers and that was all that mattered. Hermione stopped for a moment and bit her lower lip in thought, she wasn’t done yet, this would be her first fuck with Harry and she didn’t intend for it to be her last time with him. Hermione intended for Harry to be her regular like daddy was mum’s regular. She knew how to do that, she was going to be available to be screwed by Harry as often as possible, whenever he wanted if possible. How to go about it? Harry was normally shy and ignorant about girls. Fortunately his boy instincts were alive and well. He did not shy away from doing what she wanted. His fingers in her cunt were proof of that. She wanted it to be as memorable for Harry as it would be for her. Hermione always thought she would be with Harry. In her dreams it was always so romantic. Not like this but Harry needed her and she would not fail him.
With the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips Hermione’s hand ghosted down Harry’s side the rest of the way to join the other at the junction of her legs. After she had fingers from both of Harry’s hands down in her Hermione reached over and held Harry’s cock. When she felt good and wet Hermione had Harry take his fingers out.
Hermione rolled over and straddled Harry. She held his penis steady and lowered her hips until the tip was in her. Hermione slowly impaled herself with Harry's cock giving him a show. She sighed in satisfaction; this was who she wanted to be fucked by all along. He would be the father of her children regardless of who the father really was.
Harry's throbbing cock was incased in warmth, this was so much better than his hand. It was wonderful, glorious, incredible, and anything else he could think of. The soft pressure all around him, the amazing warmth, Harry briefly thought about closing his eyes and swiftly banished that thought. He watched every inch of Hermione to enjoy what he never thought was real. He never believed Shamus brags now he changed his mind about how wonderful it was. Although Harry still didn’t believe the number of girls Shamus bragged he shagged.
Hermione slowly slid all the way down until their hips met, she didn’t need the foreplay to get wet, her stripping in the common room made her wet. Hermione sat still to become used to being on Harry before she slowly raised up to the tip of Harry's cock and down. Hermione felt this was different, something that promised much better sex in her future… She eased her way and up and down over and over on Harry's cock. The tightness, the fullness, she couldn’t help herself and made a wordless moan of pleasure while that wonderful heat threatened to overwhelm her.
Harry held her hips and tried to set the pace; Hermione made him feel like he never had before, not even when he wanked off in the shower… ‘Merlin! Where did Hermione learn this?’ He thought. Being the first time for him Harry almost immediately flooded Hermione with his cum.
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