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Party of Two	By : harrystrulove Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 72290 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This story takes place during the summer before Harry and Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts. Please excuse the OOC-ness. Also, this story is pure smut with absolutely no plot whatsoever. No like? No read.

The clock struck midnight. Harry Potter lie awake in his bedroom on Number Four Privet Drive, unable to do anything except watch the lights that danced across his walls whenever a car drove by on the street below. The full moon traced eerie shadows throughout the quiet room, giving Hedwig's snowy white form a silvery luminescence as she slumbered peacefully in her cage.

As he lay there, the Boy Who Lived allowed the serenade of crickets to become the background music for his wandering thoughts, which drifted back to the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. It was strange how quickly his long time crush on Cho Chang had become a thing of the past, but he supposed that was because another girl had started to capture his interest by the end of the school year--a girl with long, bushy hair, honey colored eyes and a knockout body.

That body... A wicked smile crept up to Harry's lips. Puberty had definitely been kind to the bookworm, who seemed to have blossomed overnight. During the ride home on the Hogwarts Express, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Sure, she'd attempted to cover up her newfound curves by wearing her school robes on the train, but the front opening revealed the perfectly shaped pair of legs that lie beneath. The black fabric had draped gracefully over her full, perky breasts, the red of the collar beautifully complimenting her flawless skin. Oh Merlin, how he wanted to stroke that skin...

A sudden tapping on the window startled Harry out of his reverie. He looked over to see a small spotted owl with an envelope attached to its leg. After taking the envelope and eagerly ripping it open, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of Hermione's perfect penmanship filling the page:

Dear Harry,

I know your birthday is coming up, and I feel that you deserve to have a happy birthday for once, so I'm inviting you to spend the rest of the Summer holiday with me at my house. Please reply and tell me whether or not you're interested. If you are, I will pick you up day after tomorrow. Make sure you have all of your belongings packed by then.

Hermione

With a mixture of relief, happiness and excitement, Harry dug some parchment, ink and a quill out of his trunk and scrawled out a reply as the spotted owl waited patiently. The Gryffindor smiled to himself; this was going to be the best birthday ever!

Two days later, Hermione--who had recently attained a Muggle driver's license--pulled into the Dursleys' driveway and helped Harry put all of his things into the trunk of her car, securing Hedwig's cage in the backseat. The Dursleys didn't try to prevent Harry from leaving. They were just glad to be rid of him and that his friend had chosen a normal form of transportation, as not to draw curious stares from the neighbors.

The bushy-haired girl felt her heart pound in her chest as she backed out of the driveway, her gorgeous friend seated next to her. She'd recently developed a strong attraction to the Boy Who Lived, although she'd tried to talk herself out of it. She shouldn't feel so nervous around him; after all, this was Harry. Besides, it was wrong to lust after someone who probably didn't think of her in that way, especially when he just happened to be one of her best friends. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she reached up to smooth a lock of her unruly hair and briefly glanced at her reflection in the rear view mirror. Funny how she never obsessed about her appearance unless Harry was around.

Seated in the passenger seat, the raven-haired boy watched Hermione run a hand over her hair, and imagined what those sexily disheveled tresses would look like after a long night of wild, hot sex...and what that hair would feel like clenched in his fists as he shagged her senseless...

The Chosen One's cheeks flushed when he looked down and realized he had a very obvious hard-on. Eager to hide it before Hermione noticed, he discreetly draped the front of his baggy T-shirt over his crotch area and folded his hands in his lap. He had to get his mind out of the gutter before he got himself into trouble!

"My parents won't be there," Hermione commented out of the blue. "They're in Belgium renewing their vows and going on a second honeymoon."

All the color drained from Harry's face. Oh, shit. He was going to be alone with his lust object, with no adults around? This was not good. How could he trust himself around her with no chaperones? Finding his voice again, Harry cleared his throat and nervously asked, "Well, what about Ron? Wouldn't he...um, like to spend the Summer with us?"

The Muggleborn glanced over at Harry. "Ron said his family was going to spend the summer in Romania, visiting Charlie. Remember?"

"So you and I are going to be...alone?" Harry asked thickly.

He could've sworn he saw a mischievous smirk spread across that lovely face, but it was gone as quickly as it came, making Harry wonder if he only imagined it.

"Yes, Harry, it'll just be us."

Harry sputtered, "B-but that's an awful lot of time to be alone togeher. Um, what are we going to do with all that time?" I can think of a few things I'd LIKE to do...

Hermione laughed, "Oh, you know, watch movies, go to the mall, stuff like that. But I must tell you, Harry, that I'll be spending a lot of time in the den, painting a wall mural for my parents. It'll be an anniversary present to them, so I have to get it done before we leave for Hogwarts."

The raven-haired boy couldn't hold back his laughter; the thought of Hermione doing anything even remotely artistic was actually quite amusing. "You can paint, Hermione? Since when?"

After parking in front of her own house, Hermione cast an offended glare at Harry. "I have always been able to paint, I just choose not to flaunt my artistic abilities in front of others."

As the week progressed, Harry thanked Merlin that the Grangers had decided to go to Belgium and that he was alone with Hermione! This gave him a multitude of chances to pass by the den door--which Hermione always left open--to admire and long for the lovely bushy-haired girl. Of course her physical attributes made his loins ache deliciously for her touch, but he also loved watching her graceful, fluid movements as she worked. Harry had quickly taken a liking to the 80s metal Hermione insisted on playing; it made him think of sex, especially when she bumped and grinded to the music, swaying her curvacious hips seductively.

I bet Hermione shags like a vixen, Harry mused, smiling to himself.

With every passing day, the sexual tension between Harry and Hermione built and escalated, like a pulpable electricity that permeated the air. Hermione tried to be on her best behavior, as did Harry, but she couldn't resist sneaking peeks at him through his bedroom door, and undressing him with her eyes. At night, the Muggleborn found it difficult to sleep, just knowing Harry was in the bedroom across the hall.

Every night, her clit tingled and salivated uncontrollably, her nipples hard and begging to be touched and manipulated by Harry's strong yet gentle hands. She wished fervently for Harry to enter her bedroom and make hot, passionate love to her--but no, Harry was playing the role of British gentleman a little ,too convincingly!

The night before Harry's sixteenth birthday, Hermione's sexual frustration was at an all-time high. She tossed and turned all night. She wanted to sleep, but her libido wouldn't let her. Finally at about 3am, she couldn't take it anymore! She decided to get up and put some of her pent up energy to use. She put on a bit of makeup, fixed her hair, and tiptoed downstairs to the den, not bothering to change out of her little silk nightie. Hey--she wanted to look sexy just in case Harry saw her!

So she flipped the den lights on and turned the stereo volume down low, as not to wake Harry. The Muggleborn was carefully positioned on a ladder, adding details to a tree on the mural, when she heard the den door creak open...

Harry couldn't sleep either that night--or any night for that matter--preoccupied with the knowledge that a gorgeous, sexy woman was just across the hall from him, in bed, wearing Merlin-knows-what. He wondered what she'd do if he asked to join her, or tried to kiss her, or wrapped his arms around her slender waist. The Chosen One had always had his pick of women--many threw themselves at him--but Hermione was different. Instead of attempting to seduce him, she seemed a bit standoffish; almost uninterested. Perhaps she would never think of him as more than a friend? And yet there were times when--for a fleeting moment--he saw a hint of lust in those big, honey-colored eyes, or she'd flash him a flirty smile. He wanted to go to her...but should he?

Right when Harry finally decided to take a chance and sneak into her room, he heard her get up and go downstairs. Damn! She must be hungry, he thought to himself. Harry was hungry, too, but it wasn't food he wanted...

To Harry's surprise, Hermione wasn't in the kitchen--but there was the faint sound of sex-drenched hair metal coming from the den. He pushed the door open to find her working on the mural in nothing but a short, strappy silk nightie. Thank you Merlin! She looked good enough to eat.
Hermione looked concerned when she saw him. "I'm sorry, Harry, is the music too loud?"

"No," Harry replied as Hermione descended the ladder, "I was just wondering what you're doing up so early."

Hermione was standing on the floor now, facing him. Harry's pulse raced as his eyes traveled down to her firm, round breasts...the cleavage peeking out from behind the plunging neckline...the hard little nipples that attempted to poke through the thin fabric, as if wanting to be released at once. He wanted her, wanted to feel her skin against his, warm and soft...

"I couldn't sleep," Hermione replied. She glanced up at the mural, then back at Harry. "Since you're up, would you mind doing me a favor?"

"Anything," Harry said a little too eagerly, hoping the favor was of a sexual nature.

"This ladder is a little wobbly. Could you please just hold it in place as I work on the top part of this tree?" She asked innocently, indicating a spot high on the wall.

Harry obediently held onto the ladder as Hermione climbed to the top. He could see right up her nightie to her pretty little lace knickers. She had the hottest arse. His dick became rock hard as he imagined pounding that arse like a jackhammer...

The ladder wasn't really wobbly. The sexy Muggleborn suppressed a devious smile as she worked on the mural. As Harry held the ladder in place--or at least he THOUGHT he was--she could feel his eyes on her. She knew instinctively that his self-control was beginning to falter. "Bull's eye," she muttered under her breath.

Once she finished painting the tree top, the bushy-haired girl started to climb back down. However, her foot slipped on the bottom rung. With a brief, startled scream, she fell backwards into Harry's arms. He caught her just in time, and now they gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their faces inches apart. You could've cut the sexual tension with a knife!

Harry looked so sexy, wearing nothing but baggy pajama pants slung low on his hips, showing his pubic bones. He was mindblowingly hot with his lean yet muscular body...those broad shoulders and toned biceps...those washboard abs...He looked like he'd just stepped out of a Playgirl magazine. It seemed the only thing holding up his pants was his protruding cock, which was poking Hermione in the abs. Fuck me Harry, she wanted to scream.

His strong arms tightened around her as she once again lost her balance and placed her hands on his well-built chest to steady herself. Electricity ran up her arms at the touch of his skin.

The Muggleborn had never before seen such passion and desire in those demanding sage eyes, never been this close to him...so close, she could feel his hot breath as she tried to talk some sense into herself. What the hell are you thinking?, she asked herself. It was wrong to even consider shagging Harry at all, since it might destroy their friendship. And shag him in her parents' house, while they were away on holiday? That was unthinkable!

She forced herself to look away. "Um, I think you should go back to bed..."

"Is something wrong, Hermione?" Harry's arms were still wrapped protectively around her. Oh damn, he felt good!

Hermione's logic was telling her to walk away, but her body refused to comply. Harry's beautiful green orbs were dark with lust as his body leaned into hers, tilting her slightly backwards as he came closer...and closer...and closer...Oh Merlin, he's going to kiss me!, she thought excitedly. She'd dreampt of this moment so many times, imagining how it would feel, what she might do or say...

"Harry, we shouldn't do this-"

Once his warm, soft lips touched hers, she melted--like mercury in his palm. She could think of nothing else but how sinfully decadent his kisses felt, his warm tongue playfully dancing with hers...his hands exploring her silk-clad curves. Every touch was like a dark chocolate flame, feeding her sexual appetite yet making her hungry for more. Her mind was in a haze as she attempted to think straight.

"Harry, please..."

The Chosen One cocked an eyebrow at her and chuckled softly. "If you want me to stop, Hermione, you'll just have to tell me to stop."

He kissed and licked his way down her neck to her chest, awakening every nerve in her body. Ahhhhh...it felt....oh yeah--so intense!! By this time, her undies were soaked, her erupting vagina screaming for the Boy Who Lived. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but all that emerged was a soft, breathless moan. She didn't want him to stop, the pleasure overriding her logic for once. Was it really so wrong, what they were doing? At this point, she didn't care.

Harry slowly removed her sopping wet panties, kissing and licking her inner thighs, dangerously close to her cunt. She propped one foot up on the ladder and the dark-haired wizard began to taste her cream. The pleasure was so intoxicating that her knees became weak, so she leaned against the ladder and clutched Harry's messy dark hair, moaning "Oh fuck yeah...Harry...yes!" as he made a meal of her clit. His tongue worked its magic on her, dancing on and around her love button like a figure skater, tracing little circles on her nether lips and playfully sucking on her clit. The immense pleasure was making her absolutely insane with lust.

He stopped just short of her climaxing, and Hermione decided to return the favor. She wiped her juices off his face with her fingers, then pulled out his big, hard shaft and jerked him off as she got down on her knees. Then as she gave him the sexiest, naughtiest look she could conjure, she playfully flicked her tongue over the opening of his shaft, tasting the bit of vanilla cream that had formed there. He grinned down at the bushy-haired girl and moaned with longing. She proceeded to trace the edges of his helmet with her tongue, then ran her tongue up and down his shaft until beads of sweat formed on his brow. She loved tantalizing him, teasing him.

"Oh yeah," Harry groaned as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. He was crazy with lust as Hermione's mouth slid up and down the length of him. He breathlessly urged her on, "Oh fuck yeah...that feels so good..."

She stopped before he came, hungrier than ever for Harry. He removed his pajama pants, and the Muggleborn felt like she could've cum just by looking at him! Harry was breathtaking--from his broad shoulders...to his sculpted abs...to his wonderfully erect cock. He looked like sex personified. She was ready to devour him with both mouths...

Hermione beckoned him with the crook of her finger, allowing one silk strap to slide off her shoulder, revealing the top half of her right breast. The beautiful, naked young man immediately pounced on her, pinning her against the wall with his weight as he planted more fiery kisses on her mouth. Still passionately tonguing the gorgeous girl, he lifted her until her hips were level with his, her back pressed up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slid the strap off her other shoulder, her nightie falling down around her hips. He devoured her breasts and nipples with his lips and tongue.

"Oh Harry--that feels so good!"

As he nibbled on Hermione's hard, pink little nipples, he grasped his shaft and guided it into the opening of her nether mouth. The two Gryffindors breathed a collective sigh of relief as his penis slid smooth up inside her, filling her. It hurt a little when Harry first slid it in, but pleasure like she'd never known before soon replaced that initial discomfort.

"Fuck me, Harry," the Muggleborn breathlessly urged. She'd never wanted anything so much in her entire life.

Harry began sliding in and out--slowly at first--and she felt the last of her inhibitions disappear, consumed by lust. "Harder! Faster! Deeper...OH YES!"

Pretty soon Harry was pounding her like a machine gun. Their bodies were covered in sweat--their muscles weak and trembling from the strenuous workout--but they kept shagging their brains out, driven by the overwhelming sexual tension they could no longer fight. Finally, the tension built...and built...and built...then the mindblowing orgasm washing over the young wizards was like a dam bursting open!

Neither of them had ever felt anything so incredible! They loudly moaned each other's names until the mother of all orgasms took the rest of their strength and they collapsed together onto the floor, still trying to catch their breaths...

Harry and Hermione lay face to face on the floor for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow and regaining their strength.

"That was fucking amazing," Harry grinned sexily, "Wanna do it again?!"

"Hell yes!" Hermione stood up, allowing her nightie to form a silk puddle at her feet.

Harry obviously fancied admiring her naked body; his dick was rock hard and ready for seconds in no time flat. He stood up and followed the witch to the couch.

Feeling much braver, Hermione got on her knees on the couch with her ass facing Harry, so that she faced the back of the couch, and spread her legs. She cast a sexy glance back at Harry as she swayed her hips to the hair metal song playing in the background, then smacked herself on the ass one time. The Chosen One was really turned on by this.

Hermione laughed. "What are you waiting for, Harry? Fuck me from behind!"

Harry entered her and shagged her hard and fast from the start, his rather large shaft seducing her G-spot in ways previously unknown to her. Hermione's breasts bounced and jiggled as she listened to the rhythmic sound of Harry's skin smacking against her buttocks as he banged her. When they felt the tension building again, they stopped and changed positions...

Now the Boy Who lived sat on the couch and Hermione straddled him, impaling herself on his iron shaft. The raven-haired boy moaned with pleasure, saying things like "Oh yes" and "Fuck me, Hermione" as she flexed her muscles around him and shimmied up and down his pole.

Harry placed his hands on the small of Hermione's back, covering her petal soft skin in more delectable kisses, and began pounding her from below as she straddled him. It felt so good, they were almost in sensory overload!

He laid the bushy-haired beauty down on her back on the couch. She smiled wickedly up at him, drowning him in the depths of her lovely amber orbs as she coyly purred, "Hump me, Harry!"

Harry smirked at the sexy witch, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he began humping her harder and rougher than ever! She had one leg propped up on the back of the couch and the other leg slung over Harry's broad shoulder, arching her back in pure ecstasy.

"You like it rough, Hermione?" Harry gasped as he pounded in and out of her tight little snatch.

"Oh fuck yeah! Give it to me, Harry! Give it to me! Yes, Harry!", she moaned between breaths.

The sexy young man lifted her hips with his hands as he fucked her. "Want me to fuck you even harder?"

"Yes, Harry! Yes! YES!" Hermione was so wet that she could hear the sound his dick made as it pounded in and out at record-breaking speed.

The tension started to build again, only this time it felt even more intense than before!

"Oh, yes Harry! Fuck me, Harry! I'm about to cum..."

It felt like Hermione was having several staggering orgasms simultaneously, like twenty dams bursting open all at once...or was that just the sensation of Harry's quivering, pulsating member releasing a truckload of cum into her hungry twat? They screamed out their orgasms, two hot, sweaty bodies shuddering against each other, then rested together until they regained the strength to do it again. Laying there with their weakened limbs entwined, Hermione caught the sexy wizard's eye and smiled coyly into those luscious green orbs.

"Happy birthday, Harry."

THE END

A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank everybod who's taken the time to read my mini-porn and leave a positive review. I really appreciate your kind words:)

All right, so it was unrealistic for their first time, and their language is pretty raunchy, but that's not the point of the story, OK? So if you're thinking about criticizing me, then maybe you should reread the warnings and the A/N at the top of this page. I specifically said that this story was pornographic and plotless, and that Harry and Hermione would be OOC. You can't say I didn't warn you.

And stop criticizing me for the unrealistic everything! Didn't I just explain all that?

Oh, and if you can't be nice, don't say anything at all. I DO have feelings, you know.

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