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Voices in the Dark	By : twocanz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Cho Views: 19738 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Voices in the Dark
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A/N: You may not understand this story if you
haven’t read Paid in Full. You may not
understand that story unless you’ve read Paying for His Pedestal. But if you wanted to ignore all of the above,
you could probably get through this one without having read either!lol

Again BIG THANKS to my
beta pisceskp_4! Any mistakes left in this story, were solely
my own.

Voices in the Dark

“Bloody hell, Harry, I could have simply Apparated here!”
said Cho, dusting herself off after coming through the Floo with her boyfriend.

Harry smiled as he dusted himself off as well. “Love, it’s important that I talk to your mum
and dad every time I steal their little girl away. Makes me feel less guilty for all the naughty
things I’m meant to do to her that day.”
Cho snickered as she took out her wand and magically cleaned them both off. “I’m legal but I don’t have my license just yet
to Apparate, so the Floo is the only way here until the Fidelius Charm is taken
off this house.”

After the soot disappeared completely, Harry grabbed his
girlfriend by the waist. “Now,” he said,
smiling devilishly down at her, “allow me to take you upstairs and make it up
to you before we head out today. Yes?”

Cho kissed her boyfriend and matched his smile. “Yes.
And I have a surprise for you.
Guess what I did last night?”

Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Love, you didn’t have to do that!
I’ll take care of what you need today!
You could have saved that orgasm for me!”

The Asian beauty laughed as she playfully hit her
boyfriend’s chest. “No,
silly. Give me your hand,” she
requested, slyly.

Harry did as he was told and watched as Cho pulled the waist
band of her shorts open in the front and stuck his hand inside. Pressing his hand close against her on the
outside of her shorts, the pretty girl helped the Boy Hero cup her warm
femininity; her warm hairless femininity.
Harry made sure to move his fingers slightly to verify that he wasn’t
just touching her lower stomach. He
listened to her breath catch in her throat from the gentle, unintentional
massage he was giving her. The
Gryffindor thought he was hard when he watched his girlfriend come down her
stairs that morning, but now his erection was affecting his ability to stand
properly.

“Take me upstairs, Harry…” she whispered to his eyes, though
still pressing his hand against her.

“We’re not going to make it, Love,” he whispered as well, his
eyes shifting to the table behind her.

“Ah, Harry, you’ve returned,” said Lupin, walking downstairs
into the kitchen of Grimmauld
Place with Bill Weasley. Quickly, Harry yanked in his hand out of the
Ravenclaw’s shorts and snaked the whole arm around her waist as if he had just been
hugging her. “Cho, how are you, dear?”

“I’m fine, Professor,” Cho replied and waved to the men.

Harry grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and dragged her toward
the stairs. “Well, see you later, then!”

Lupin, now Harry’s guardian, plastered a look on his face
he’d worn several times before. “Now,
Harry, the two of you won’t be…up there all day, will you? Thought you spoke last night of going, perhaps,
outside, in front of other people, in public?
I already have someone to accompany you two for safety until…”

“Yeah Remus we’re going out later I think okay bye!” Harry
said all in one breath as he pulled Cho upstairs.

The redhead in the room snorted. “Those two are…rather fond of each other,
aren’t they?” said Bill.

Lupin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, they are.”

The oldest Weasley laughed.
“Harry’s a bloody hero though, isn’t he?
He deserves to shag a beautiful girl as much as he pleases. I tell you, he’s making out a lot better than
my little brother. That’s for sure.”

****

“Wait, wait, wait!” Ron begged,
completely out of breath. “Hermione,
please…” he added, having chased her out of his house after she snapped on
George for brushing up against her hand accidentally.

The clever witch had been surly, rude, and irritable since a
few days before school ended. The worst
part for her was she didn’t know why. She
also wondered why she was plagued with reoccurring dreams about hands touching
her in the dark, something penetrating her body, while voices asked her odd
questions. The bushy-haired girl hadn’t
told Ron about the dreams, though he often caught the worse of her
episodes. But the brave redhead stood by
his girlfriend’s side regardless.

Stopping finally when Ron grabbed her shoulder gently,
Hermione held her face as the unprovoked tears came again. “I’m…sorry, Ron,” she wept into her hands as
she turned around. Ron only pulled his
girlfriend into his arms and kissed her brown hair. “I…just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I know, ‘Mione,” he said into her
hair. “We’ll figure it out. Perhaps, maybe, we’ve been cooped up here for
too long. Want to go out? To the library or bookstore, or even a Muggle
bookstore! I know how much you love
those places. It’ll be fun for you!”

Hermione sniffed and giggled on her boyfriend’s chest and raised
her smiling, teary face. “Ron, you treat
me as though I’m some boring little bookworm!”

Ron raised an eyebrow but smiled, seeing his girlfriend doing
the same. “Well…you are one, aren’t you?”
he said, and then began struggling with her in his arms as she tried to hit him
playfully. “But you’re my boring little
bookworm, Hermione! And it’s one of the
reasons I love you…” he said sincerely, before leaning down to the teary girl’s
mouth.

The clever witch kissed her love’s lips gently, and then allowed
him entrance into her mouth. Ron kissed
her passionately, but desperately and she knew why. The two hadn’t made love yet in their
relationship, though not from a lack of trying on Ron’s part. Hermione had only allowed them to kiss and
grope one another until Ron would whisper the request to go further and she
would giggle her refusal with the promise of it happening ‘someday soon’. However, three days before the end of term,
Hermione wouldn’t even allow their innocent make out sessions. She could only let it go so long before she
would suddenly start fighting Ron off of her for no obvious reason. The Gryffindor girl felt ashamed afterward,
and she would apologize to her understanding boyfriend profusely. She just wished she didn’t have to anymore.

Ron’s hand slid up and down her back and his other become
lost in the brown tresses of the girl.
Tilting her head even further back with his kiss, he released her lips
and trailed light kisses to her neck.
Hermione clung to her boyfriend in the Weasley garden, trying to keep
herself under control under his ministrations and to keep herself wanting
it. But as she began to feel him gnaw on
her neck, while his budding erection poked at her stomach, the strange voices
in the dark began to whisper questions about cocks in her mind. The tears began to well behind her closed
eyes again as she was being lovingly licked on her pale column.

Suddenly, Ron went flying backward after Hermione pushed him
away with all her might. His arms were
in the position they were when he held her, his lips crimson and swollen from their
use on her, and a look of confusion read on his face because of her. But that look of confusion quickly became a
look of understanding as he watched tears fall from her eyes once more.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione apologized again, her face red from
tears and embarrassment. “Forgive me,
Ron, please?”

Ron bravely approached the crying girl and held her in his
arms again. “Of course, Hermione,” he
sighed as he rubbed her hair comfortingly.
“Sssshhh, don’t cry.” The clever witch continued to cry
regardless. “I know,
why don’t we go visit with Harry today?
I think Cho was supposed to come by there today. But I think they were supposed to keep their
clothes on and go out somewhere for a change. Maybe we could go with them after we go to one
of your bookstores? How’s that sound?”

Hermione lifted head as the voices slowly disappeared in her
mind. She wiped her cheek and sniffed
hard as she nodded to her boyfriend.

*********************************************************

Keeping their clothes on and going outside hadn’t quite
worked out for Harry and Cho. The
Ravenclaw was naked from the waist down lying across Harry’s bed with her legs
spread open. Harry was naked from the
waist up, sitting on his knees beside his bed, and unsure if he would even get
naked from the waist down. At that
moment, there was a pretty, hairless, wet snatch in is face and on his
tongue. He didn’t think he’d get a
chance to take his pants off because he was sure he’d eat the pretty girl until
there was nothing left of her to penetrate, or he came in his boxers, whichever
happened first.

Cho moaned to the ceiling as she arched her back on the bed
while Harry enjoyed her gift to him. “Ssssss - do you…like it, Harry?” she asked breathlessly as
his tongue tasted her viciously.

“God, yes, Love…” he whispered into her drenched pussy. “You’re…beautiful…”

Soon his tongue was lapping again at her creamy white lips,
swollen with desire, and sprinkle with his little love bites. He took turns on each lip, caressing it with
his finger, then tongue before trying to suck the bit of skin into his
mouth. The patch of white skin over her mound
became his tongue’s landing strip when he would trail the muscle upward, over a
lip or her rosy clit. Then, the hairless
mound would be kissed and sucked, or his nose would tickle it as he allowed his
tongue to tickle her clit repeatedly.
The creamy white skin surrounding her tasty wet rose bud and red wet
hole was slowly changing color. Her lips
were already swollen with need and were turning pink under his markings. But the more he lovingly tortured the girl,
the redder her shaven skin became.
Watching it change color because of him threw the Gryffindor into a fit
of unyielding desire. He pulled the hips
of his love forward and began mercilessly devouring her hairless pussy.

Licking and sucking without care, without stopping for
admiration, without care that the Asian beauty was thrashing around wildly
above him, Harry continued his assault.
Her natural juices didn’t have the opportunity to pool in his mouth
because with each lap at her leakage, Harry sucked Cho right down his
throat. His nose glistened with her
wetness as it came in contact with the places he couldn’t lick while his tongue
was lodged inside her hole. Her scent
was so intoxicating, as it always was, that the Gryffindor felt drunk and
beyond his own control. He had every
intention of eating her mercilessly until she came on his face and in his
mouth, and if he found the strength, he’d fuck her hairless pussy until neither
could move ever again.

There would definitely be no going outside to enjoy their
day together today.

Cho screamed as if she was being beaten when she finally
came, and Harry wondered if he had put a silencing charm on his room. But it didn’t matter, because he planned on
giving her more reasons to scream if he could.

After sucking down the Ravenclaw’s cum until she was a
trembling mess on the bed, Harry stood right up. While watching his half-naked love holding
her face, breathing heavily, and desperately trying to recover, her scarlet
shaven snatch seemed to beckon him to enter it.
Mouth watering still, Harry yanked down his jogging pants. Before Cho had the opportunity to recuperate
from her intense orgasm, the Gryffindor was on the bed, twisting her body to
the side until her head was at the foot of his bed. Erection nearly purpling with need, Harry
lifted the daze girl by the hips until half of her slender body was in the
air. The pretty red pussy was being
guided straight toward his weeping dick, and Harry met it half way. Now the only hair Cho had on her femininity
was from her boyfriend when he pushed himself into her all the way to the hilt.

“Oh-oh, God, Harry!” she moaned in a strained whisper,
trying desperately to reach for something to hold on to as she was being fucked
in her well-eaten snatch.

As Harry began slamming her pussy onto his dick, he noticed
that her thighs were also starting to color from his hips hitting them. Holding her with one hand, he lifted one of
her legs up and allowed it to rest up his chest and over his shoulder. Now having it even easier to get inside,
Harry pounded the raven-haired girl’s cunt roughly. Under normal circumstances, the Boy Hero
would repeatedly ask Cho if she was alright when he was being particularly
rough while taking her. However, at the
moment, the Gryffindor couldn’t stop himself if he tried, and he was unable to
form any words with his mouth. Taking
turns biting his lip and grunting out loud, Harry hadn’t even called out Cho’s
name or that of a higher power. Right
now, his whole reason for being was to be buried inside his beautiful girl.

Although Cho had writhed and thrashed about helplessly on
the bed, Harry was surprised when he suddenly found his himself void of the
hairless snatch and pushed on his back by the foot of the leg that rested over
his chest. The Ravenclaw lifted her
tired but eager body up on the bed and began crawling over the Gryffindor with
hunger in her eyes. The ends of her long
raven hair over her shoulder, trailed up Harry’s body and he was sure he could
cum right there from the sensation. But
judging by the look in his girlfriend’s almond-shaped eyes, he’d be better off
doing all he could to hold back.

“Lick me into insanity and then fuck me without mercy, will
you?” Cho growled. “Let’s see how you
like it rough!” With that, the pretty
girl mounted the Gryffindor, burying his length inside her shaven pussy.

“Yes! Fuck me, Love!”
Harry begged. And soon those same words
turned into girlish whimpers as the Ravenclaw did as promised.

Having been doing as he just instructed for nearly a year,
Cho knew exactly how to take her love mercilessly. Sitting high on the Gryffindor Hero, his
hands already groping her swollen breasts under her shirt, the pretty girl held
onto his forearms and began bouncing herself hard on his dick. Holding her feminine muscles tightly the
entire ride up and down his shaft, Harry now sputtered out incoherent words of
praise to the air.

After a few minutes of her wondrous discipline, Harry opened
his eyes to see that his love was lost in her own pleasure. The raven-haired beauty had her head back and
her long tresses hanging off her shoulder as she continued to bounce on
him. Her pretty pink lips were opened as
air expelled rapidly from them. And her
lower red lips were open wide as she rode him, exposing her blood red clit
easily without the hair. Harry wanted to
lick the tasty nub again as it jutted out between the swollen lips. Instead, and because he knew he was about to
cum in his love so hard her cunt wouldn’t be able to contain his semen, he
allowed his fingers to the probe the lovely bud. As soon as he touched it, the Ravenclaw shuddered
and began grinding her femininity on him instead of bouncing. Harry knew for sure their fucking would end
soon now, but he wanted to watch his punishing girl cum. Now, rubbing his thick finger along it more
purposefully, Cho yanked off her shirt, grabbed her own breasts, and began pinching
her nipples hard, while moaning and cursing in the air. She was beautiful, Harry thought, a gorgeous
sexual creature that knew what she wanted and had no qualms in taken it from
him. And because of that he knew that
even after their orgasm, Cho wouldn’t mind if he wanted to flip her over and
start all over again.

Pulling his fingers from her clit, Harry licked her wetness
into his mouth. “Mmmmm,
Cho… Cum for me, baby…” he requested,
then placed his fingers back on her rosy bud and pinched it.

“OH, GOD!” the Asian beauty shouted as her body tensed on
top of him and she drenched his pulsating meat with her cum. The contraction of her vaginal muscles, the
taste of her pussy still blessing his tongue and the hairless lips that seemed
to almost quiver around his manhood, caused Harry to repeat her words and unleash
his hot load up inside her.

Pulling his fingers away from her sopping wet nub, Harry
rubbed them across her hairless mound.
Through his heavily lidded eyes, he saw her crimson skin glistening with
her leavings and his saliva, and he wanted desperately to taste it again. Before he could request it, Cho collapsed on
top of him and kissed him through their exhaustion.

*********************************************************

“Blimey, I’m too exhausted to even get up!” said Ron to
Hermione as they finished their lunch in a small café in London.
“We’ve walked all over this bloody city, I’m sure of it!”

Hermione snorted at her boyfriend. Their decision to take a walk around London and then stop for
lunch before going to Grimmauld
Place turned out to be fun for the hurting
girl. “It was…fun though, wasn’t it,
Ron?” she asked tentatively. She was
sure he’d rather be back at the empty Burrow attempting the impossible with
her.

Ron smiled at his girlfriend. “Of course, ‘Mione,
especially being with you and you not having dragged me to a bookstore for
three hours,” he joked honestly.
“Surprised we haven’t seen Ginny walking around here with Dean,” Ron said, looking out the café window. “I felt sure the reason she wanted to stay
with Aunt Muriel all summer was so she could sneak to London to be with him. God, they’re a miserable duo, aren’t
they? Kind of glad we didn’t bump into
them, actually!”

“Ron,” Hermione scolded, “Dean’s only that way because he
lost his best friend!”

Ron sucked his teeth.
“I know that, Hermione, but what’s Ginny’s excuse? She had a letter already written to dump McLaggen before the Hogwarts Express even pulled into King’s
Cross. Then, she declares to the family
that she’s in love with Dean Thomas. Next thing you know, she only takes her
school robes out of her truck and goes trudging off to Aunt Muriel’s! Curious, really.”

“Well, I, for one, am glad she’s gone,” said Hermione before
she could stop herself, shivering at the thought of seeing Ginny’s scowling
face during her visits to the Burrow.
“Oops, I’m sorry, Ron,” she apologized quickly, reaching for his hand
across the table.

Ron took Hermione’s hand and smiled. “It’s okay.
I know things aren’t…the same between you two since…well, Harry and
Cho. But is that why you can’t seem to
sleep in her room? I keep finding you on
couch, or sitting outside my bedroom door; which, by the way, you can always
come in and get in bed with me if you…needed too, ‘Mione. I wouldn’t…try anything, I swear,” he said
and she could see the sincerity in her love’s blue eyes.

Hermione knew her best friend and boyfriend was telling her
the truth. The only reason she hadn’t
stayed with her parents all summer was because, for one, she was snapping at
them randomly, and two, she felt secure around Ron though she often pushed him
away. “I know you wouldn’t, Ron. I just can’t sleep in her room…comfortably,”
Hermione paused before saying “for fear
that Ginny may come home in the middle of the night”. In the Gryffindor girl’s nightmares, there
was a female voice mixed in on occasion, asking strange questions. Oddly, they sometimes sounded like
Ginny. “I’d stay at Grimmauld Place with Harry, but it gets
far too…dark there.” Hermione shivered
in the early August afternoon.

“And besides that, Cho comes over like two or three times a
week and well…they seem to need a lot of time alone, don’t they?” Ron
snickered.

Hermione imitated her boyfriend. “Yes, they are rather fond of each other,
aren’t they?”

“Reckon, they are somewhere being fond of each other right now?” Ron asked, causing Hermione to
giggle. “Let’s see if we can’t break up
their festivities, then, shall we?” he suggested with an evil smile as he held
his hand out to his girlfriend.

**************************************************************

But unless snoring was the new way to show admiration for
another person, Harry and Cho were not being as fond of each other as
suspected. Harry had his girl locked in
his arms as the two were in a deep sex-driven coma. They had only just managed to get their
clothes back on with the mind set to go out for lunch before passing out on
each other.

“Hermione, good to see you!” said Lupin as the bushy-haired
girl Apparated into the dim Grimmauld
Place foyer.
“Where’s Ron today?”

“Oh, hi, Professor. He should be along shortly. He…OUCH!” Hermione
nearly shouted as Ron accidentally knocked her into the wall after Apparating
inside.

“Sorry, Hermione,” he apologized, helping her to steady
herself, “I may have my license, but I’m still a learner.”

Lupin chuckled. “Good
to see you two. Hope you’ve come to drag
Harry and Cho out of the house,” he smiled though his tone was hinted with
desperation.

“So…they haven’t left the house today, then?” Ron snickered knowingly, peeking at Hermione who he thought would do the
same. However, the clever witch had her
arms around herself, rubbing them as though it was cold in the house and
looking around nervously. “You alright,
Hermione?” he whispered.

Hermione startled lightly from being addressed. “I-yes, of course, Ron,” she tried to say
convincingly. However, the blue eyes
watching her worriedly didn’t seem to believe it. “Um, so, Harry and Cho are upstairs, then?”
the Gryffindor girl said to the former professor quickly before her boyfriend
could ask her anymore questions.

Lupin sighed. “Yes,”
he said slowly, looking up toward the stairs.
“See if you two can’t get them to come out and see the light of
day? Or at least make sure Harry doesn’t
become a father before his seventh year at Hogwarts.”

Ron forced himself to look away from Hermione and smiled at the
eldest Gryffindor. “Alright,
Remus. We’ll make sure they stay
a good little boy and girl, won’t we, Hermione?” he asked the nervous looking
girl beside him. The nervous girl nodded
and wished people would stop asking her questions.

“Good luck with that, you two,” said Lupin as the two walked
toward the stairs. “Harry is growing to
be more and more like James everyday, and Cho may very well be Lily
reincarnated the way they can’t keep their hands off each other.”

“Blimey,” Ron said as they walked up the stairs hand in
hand, “and I thought my parents were bad…”
Hermione only yawned in response.

Standing in front of Harry’s door, the couple gave each
other an apprehensive look. Finally,
shrugging his shoulders and sighing, Ron leaned his ear to the door. “Well,” he whispered, “doesn’t sound they’re
screaming the bloody paint off the walls. Then again, he could be using a silencing
charm, couldn’t he?” Hermione nodded as
she yawned again. “You’re tired too,
‘eh?” he asked.

“Just a little,” said Hermione, clinging to his hand.

“Well, let’s just get this over with, shall we? Cover your eyes, ‘Mione,
I don’t want you to see anything that may scar you for life!” he joked, though
Hermione felt it to be too late. However,
she closed her eyes anyway as Ron covered his with one hand and turned the knob
of the door with the other. Surprisingly,
it was unlocked.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea, Ron,” said Hermione with her
eyes still closed. “I mean, it is rather
rude, isn’t it?”

Ron only chuckled.
“We’re his best mates, Hermione.
We have every right to be obnoxious!
How many times has he ‘playfully’ broken us up from snogging…when
we used to snog…regularly…” he mumbled the last part and Hermione lowered her
head shamefully. “Point is: it’s all in
good fun. And you deserve a laugh,
Sweetheart.”

The bushy-haired girl still hadn’t opened her eyes, but she
seemed to know exactly where her boyfriend’s arm was to lean her head against
it in thanks. “Thank you, Ron.”

Ron kissed the top of her head and then pushed the bedroom
door open. “ALRIGHT,
YOU TWO! Up, or off, or out,
whatever the case may be! Get your
bloody clothes on, you have company!”

“HOLY FUCK!” Harry yelled, wand
already in hand as he sat up straight, causing a gasping Cho to do the same,
wand in hand as well.

Hermione finally burst out laughing watching her boyfriend’s
actions with his hand still over his eyes as Harry and Cho looked fit to hex
him into oblivion.

“Hermione,” Cho whined, “how could you let him do
that?” Finally catching her breath, she
lowered her wand. The Asian beauty had
to help Harry to lower his wand, still looking fit to hex his best friends.

“I’m sorry, Cho,” Hermione snickered. “Forgive me.”

“Don’t apologize, ‘Mione. My girl needed a laugh, and I was meant to
get it!” Ron said, hugging her around her shoulders once he finally lowered his
hand from his eyes.

“No, don’t apologize, Hermione,” growled Harry, “just say
good-bye to your boyfriend because I may kill him!” he threatened, raising his
wand again.

“Save me, Hermione!” Ron joked, pulling his girlfriend in
front of him to shield him. Cho giggled
as she grabbed Harry’s arm and wrestled him down on the bed. Struggling against his strong arm to get his
wand, the Ravenclaw kissed his smiling face.
Soon the two were kissing a little too deeply for company. Ron covered Hermione’s eyes this time. “Oi! Can’t you two stay off each other for one
bleeding minute?”

The two lovers on the bed giggled as they released each
other’s mouths. “Be thankful for my
lovely, Ron, she just saved your life!” said Harry, smiling at his straddling
girlfriend. “Besides,” he began again,
caressing Cho’s cheek as he spoke, “you know what it’s like…being in love with
a beautiful girl…” Harry spoke softly to his friend, though into the
almond-shaped eyes he loved. “Can’t help
it really…” His soft words were
interrupted by the smiling lips of his girl meeting his.

Hermione felt Ron’s arm snaking around her waist as they
watched them. Then she felt her temple
kissed lightly. “I do,” he whispered to
Hermione, “I know exactly how that can be…”

Hermione sighed as she continued to watch her best friend
and new best friend. She knew Ron didn’t
know it like Harry knew it. She couldn’t
even allow them to kiss as deeply as the raven-haired teenagers were doing on
the bed at the moment. Looking
shamefully up into Ron’s blue eyes, she sighed once more. “You…don’t know exactly, do you, Ron?” she
whispered sincerely.

Ron considered his girl thoughtfully for a moment. “It’s alright, Hermione, about the snogging and…whatnot.
But you can’t say I don’t know what it’s like to be in love with a
beautiful girl.”

The clever witch’s heart melted at her boyfriend’s sincere
words and understanding. As his red lips
simply smiled at her, Hermione felt the need to kiss him. Tentatively, like their first kiss, she
leaned up toward her boyfriend. Ron,
just as tentatively, mostly from shock, covered the little space between their
mouths and kissed her. Then Hermione
felt herself being kissed, enjoying being kissed, and soon, getting lost in her
kiss as she listened to the other sounds of kissing in the room. As Ron’s arms went around her waist slowly,
she, again, held onto his t-shirt to maintain the need and comfort she was
feeling. As long as she tuned into the
familiar feel of Ron’s hands on her body, his scent in her nose, his lips on
hers, the heat of his body, mixed in with the gentle sweet sound of her other
best friends kissing, Hermione seemed able to keep the voices in the dark at
bay in her mind. She didn’t understand
why that was the case, but she felt blessed to experience it.

“Oh, my! Don’t tell me Harry and Cho has now had a bad
influence on you two as well?” asked Lupin, who just walked passed the open
door.

Hermione’s nails scratched Ron across the neck harshly as
she released and pushed him away at the sudden words. “AH!” said Ron, holding his stinging neck.

“Oh!” Hermione gasped.
“Oh, Ron!
I’m so sorry!” The Gryffindor
girl could feel the tears rushing to her eyes as she watched the redhead cringe
and hiss at the pain.

“Ha-ha! Payback!”
laughed Harry. “Ouch!” he said soon
after when Cho punched him in the chest and got off him. “But, Love…”

“Shut it, Harry,” Cho scolded as she walked to redhead. “Ron, let me have a look.”

Ron may have been cringing, but he was soon acting as though
he wasn’t in pain the moment he caught sight of Hermione’s wet eyes. “I…I’m fine, really, Cho,” he said, mostly to
Hermione. “Doesn’t
hurt at all.”

Cho wore her pre-Healer look of concern and dissuasiveness
as she walked toward him. “Brilliant, less work for me, then. Let me have a look,” she added sternly.

As Cho checked over the minor wound and healed it easily,
Hermione held herself tightly trying to keep her tears from falling. Ron watched her with pleading eyes, looking
close to pushing Cho out of the way to get to her.

“Hermione, I didn’t mean to frighten you…AGAIN!” Lupin said
as his sorrowful words and light touch of her shoulder caused her to jump
again.

This time Ron did manage to get away from the Ravenclaw and
to his trembling girlfriend. “It’s okay, Hermione,” he said reassuringly though he hesitantly
put his arms up to hold her. The silent
tears fell freely at the sight of her boyfriend being unsure if he should, or
could, console her. “She’s…fine, Remus,”
he said toward the older Gryffindor.

“Alright,” he said unsurely.
“I do…apologize for me intrusion.
I’ll just…shut the door. Again,
Hermione, I’m sorry,” Lupin said, before closing the door behind him.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the mess of his
friend, the uneasiness of his other, and his Ravenclaw girlfriend narrowing her
eyes at the both of them. “Hermione, what’s
wrong?”

“Nothing, Harry.
She’s…fine,” Ron answered his friend, though looking at his
girlfriend. “Right?” he whispered
hopefully.

Hermione saw her nail marks in his neck and felt like
crawling under a rock. Instead, she
allowed herself to be buried in her boyfriend’s arms. “See, she’s alright,” Ron said holding her
tightly and kissing her hair. “Bit…tired
is all,” he continued. “Hasn’t been getting a lot of sleep since she’s been at my house.”

“Whoa-ho! Is that right?” Harry snickered
knowingly. “Looks like Cho and I are not
the only two who are rather ‘fond’ of each other, as you all like to put it.” Harry received a look from his girlfriend
that made his smile disappear instantly and hoped she wouldn’t raise her wand
along with it.

“It’s not like that, Harry!” said Ron irritably over the
bushy brown hair.

The Boy Hero hung his head low and mumbled an apology but
wondered what he was missing. Something
had changed in his friend. He knew that,
but he didn’t know that it was at this level.
He felt so out of touch with his best friends because his days were
always spent thinking about Cho, writing Cho, or when he was lucky, having
Cho. “Really, I am, Hermione.”

Hermione sniffed hard as she backed out of Ron’s arms. “It’s…alright, Harry. I…”

“Are you sure, Hermione?” Cho asked suddenly, touching
Hermione’s shoulder and looking into her wet brown eyes.

The Gryffindor girl wondered why the Ravenclaw was eyeing
her so intently. She tried blinking away
out of her line of sight, but Cho held her in place gently as she looked,
almost knowingly, at her. Well, if she does know what’s wrong with me,
I wish she’d tell me… Hermione thought.

“I’m sure,” she said instead to Cho, “just tired as Ron
said.”

Cho considered her for a moment longer, and then nodded
slowly. “Oh. Well, there are…plenty of rooms in this
place. I’m sure you two can find one to
rest in and perhaps we could have dinner somewhere…”

“No!” Hermione quickly said.
She knew a lot of the rooms in Grimmauld
Place. And
though she knew a lot had been cleaned and fixed up for habitation, the idea of
doing so made her shudder. “I
mean…I…don’t care to go to any other rooms.
I…”

“Well, stay in here, then,” Cho said quickly as if the quicker
she said, the more appealing the idea.

“Cho!” Harry called unhappily from
the bed. The Asian beauty turned to her
boyfriend and quickly narrowed her eyes.
He quickly shut his mouth and laid back down in a huff.

“Come on, you two,” Cho beckoned them as she walked around
Harry’s bed toward the other one in his room parallel to it.

“Uhh,” Ron said hesitantly looking
at the bed he had slept on a million times before.

Cho sucked her teeth.
“Don’t worry, Ron. We haven’t…been
on that bed, if that’s what you’re thinking…”

“Not yet, at least!” Harry huffed quietly to the ceiling.

Hermione looked from Harry huffing at the ceiling, to Cho
who was watching her as though trying to see through her, and finally to Ron
who watched her anxiously. “No, Ron,
it’s okay. I…rather stay in here. If that’s alright with you, Harry?” she asked
apprehensively to her friend, knowing he was the only objector in the room.

Harry could hear the uncertainty, and for some reason fear
and desperation, in his friend’s voice.
Still unsure as why, he sat up and looked toward his nervous
friends. “Of course,
Hermione. I was…only having you
lot on,” he lied. “I’m just tired too.”

Cho raised an eye after Ron and Hermione followed her around
to the other bed. “Oh, is ‘tired’ the
new word for…”

“Quiet, you!” Harry demanded
playfully, reaching forward and yanking Cho back on his bed. Soon the pretty girl was playfully being
threatened while tickled on Harry’s bed.

Ron and Hermione watched the two lovers wrestling on the
bed, seeming to have forgotten about them sitting there already. But the sight of them made Hermione feel like
her choice to stay in the room was a good one.
She felt herself becoming, somewhat, relaxed.

“Uh, well,” began Ron nervously, watching Harry pin Cho to
the bed, “we could sit here and watch them, or, we could…relax a bit,
Hermione. Whatever you feel like doing.”

Hermione worried her lip looking from her best friend and
new best friend to her boyfriend.
Slowly, she slipped off her gym shoes.
Ron startled when she suddenly made a move to crawl up on the bed behind
him. But she noticed him taking the cue
and quickly kicking his shoes off before lying back on the bed. She watched the blue eyes she loved look
anxiously up at her as his hands wrung on his stomach unsurely. Holding her breath and praying for strength,
the clever witch opened his arms slowly and lay inside them. Resting her head on his chest and listening
to his heartbeat quickly from nervousness, made the Gryffindor girl smile just
a little. It was when Ron found the
courage to close his arms around Hermione that made her finally close her eyes
and relax completely. She just hoped
that she could stay that way.

*********

Harry woke up to a blurry, barely lit room. However, the reluctant hero could see one
thing clearly, the face of the beautiful girl sleeping beside him and attached
to him. But it wasn’t her steady
breathing that had woken him up.
Familiar snores came from across the room, and for one moment, Harry
thought he was dreaming. How could Ron’s
snores be in the same room as him while Cho was in his arms? Lifting his head gently from his girl’s face,
he could see the shape of his best friend on the other bed with the head of his
other best friend sleeping on his chest.

As Harry lowered his head back down, he kissed his
girlfriend’s forehead gently. Cho took a
breath in her sleep and tightened her hold around his neck as she nuzzled up
even more against him. He couldn’t help
but smile and tighten his hold around the pretty girl he loved. Harry thought he was lucky when he acquired
the two people lying on the other bed in his life, and there wasn’t a day that
went by that he wasn’t thankful for them.
Yet, having the Ravenclaw, and still having the Ravenclaw after their
past, made Harry feel like he was the luckiest man in the world.

But that luckiest man in the world had been so obsessed, so
addicted to his love that he hadn’t even noticed how much Hermione had
changed. He remembered her being angry
all the time at the end of term and weeks after, but he never saw her burst
into nervous tears or jump at the slightest touch.

Although he was worried about his friend at the moment,
feeling Cho’s bare leg slide up his under their blanket soon made Hermione’s
tears disappear from his mind. Harry
took a breath to calm his growing urges.
However, that breath took in a great deal of the scent he adored. Cho was the hero’s weakness. To him she was beautiful and sexy, loving and
compassionate, and completely irresistible.
Harry had tried on several occasions to be strong when it came to her
and not be so physically affectionate.
But only her parents or Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were the antidote to his
desire for her. That was, until they
left said adults. Unfortunately for
Harry’s fortitude, Cho seemed unable or uninterested in being strong against
her need for him as well. And Harry was
never to deprive his girl, of course.

Harry soon found himself in yet another situation where he
didn’t possess the ability to stay strong against his need for Cho. Because he would have to let her go in a few
hours only fueled his desires more.
Knowing he wouldn’t see her for several days, lead Harry’s lips to her
forehead once more. His hands that would
be hard pressed to let her go in front of the fireplace later that evening,
slid down her side to her slender hip and down her soft thigh resting on his
leg. The feel of her skin made him take
an extra breath, willing himself not to do what his
erection was begging him to.

Sliding his hand back up her leg slowly, gently, Harry’s
fingers slipped under her shorts.

Bloody hell, sometimes
I wish you still wore knickers… he thought, feeling her bare bottom.

Why? You’d just rip this off, wouldn’t you?

Okay, that thought is
not helping me either!

Caressing the cheek he had often kneaded, licked, bit, and
bounced against, he felt the heat rushing through his body. When his fingers slipped into her split and
he felt the natural heat of her body, Harry wanted Cho right then and there,
regardless of who else was in the dark room.

Okay, Harry, you can’t
do this with other people in the same room.
It’s…not right…

But I can, at least,
touch her. I can touch her all I
want! She’s…mine, all mine,
after all. And everything on her is mine… he thought lustfully, having to take another
breath to calm himself.

But, she may be sore
at me…

However, when Cho pushed her hips forward gently in her
sleep, closing his fingers inside her mounds, and brushing her knee against his
erection, all the hero’s will power was for naught.

Sod it!

Praying that she wouldn’t wake up, or his two best friends
for that matter, Harry worked quietly.
Pulling his hands out of her shorts for the time being, feeling sure his
lack of strength will lead him to tearing those away and doing much more than
he knew he should, he placed his hand on his girlfriend’s waist. Easing his hand up Cho’s side, it stopped
when it made contact with a plump delicate mound covered by her t-shirt. Not wanting to grab hold of it yet as
strongly as he’d like, Harry just allowed his thumb to brush up over the breast
and find her covered nipple. He held his
breath as his thumb rubbed back and forth over the hardening tip. The sound of her breath picking up the pace a
bit in her sleep made Harry bite his lip.
And when the tip poked out hard under her bra and shirt, he bit back the
need to taste it. So instead, his thumb
was soon joined by his index finger and both gently pinched the woken tip. Cho grunted very lightly in her sleep, and
Harry was thankful his love had always been a heavy sleeper. But it was that little sleepy grunt that
pushed Harry to want to feel her whole breast, and soon his large hand covered
her mound and began gently squeezing.

He was certain his erection could lift her leg up, he was so
hard already. The sensation of Cho’s
knee gently applying pressure to his member made Harry want to feel it even
more. Releasing her breast, he slowly reached
under the blanket to her knee. Pressing
gingerly on her soft white skin, he lifted his hips up to add more
pressure. Lightly he rubbed himself
against Cho’s knee causing his need to deepen and his strength to control
himself fade quickly. That need lead
Harry’s hand to rub up her thigh not so gently, desperately craving to feel more
of the Ravenclaw’s skin. Sliding further
up, he eased into her t-shirt, groping her bare side and back for several
moments, leaving marks on her delicate skin before bringing his hand forward in
her shirt and up the front. The silk
material of her bra was the only thing that stood between Harry and touching
the wrinkly sweet skin of her nipple.
But as his need grew stronger, he felt himself losing the ability to
keep his molestation a secret.

Lips to her forehead as he took heavy breathes, Harry pinched
Cho’s nipple. Kissing her skin as he
fondled her, he wanted to taste what he was pinching, to feel the firm tip on
his lips, sucking it hard, licking it gently, or biting it until she screamed
for more. Before he knew it, the cup was
down and the blessed pert end was in his fingers. Cho moaned in her sleep, brushing her knee
further on his erection and the Boy Hero grunted as well.

Harry kept telling himself in his mind to slow down… calm down… don’t wake her…
but the chant wasn’t working for him.
The firm breast filling his hand wasn’t enough either. Suddenly, he released her breast to caress
the soft skin of her leg again, then jumped from there to her hair, the skin of
her back under her shirt, and finally, sliding down in the back of her shorts
and over her backside. He felt crazy
with desire, not knowing where to touch or what to do. Harry just wanted skin.

The horny Boy Hero was amazed that his girl had remained
asleep. He felt the tension in his hands
as he touched her, trying to do all his could not to grope her as roughly as
he’d like. Still the pretty girl slept,
nuzzled against him safely, trustingly, and just as possessively as he was of
her. And as she nuzzled her nose against
him, he nuzzled his finger into her cleft of her bottom. His finger then seeped lower and found her
sphincter. Harry bit his own lip as he
teased the starfish, wanting to lick it as he touched it, and wished he could
be safely buried inside it. But it would
be his finger instead of his dick that would enter the pretty girl’s bottom.

“Mmm…” Cho moaned in her sleep,
pushing her hips forward lightly and clenching her muscle surrounding his
finger.

Harry kissed her forehead again. He knew he should wake her, ask her quietly
to go into the bathroom with him, and then fuck her until she screamed so loud
it would wake their ‘roommates’ anyway.
But he didn’t. Instead, the
Chosen One chose to tease her hole a little more, feeling her ring of muscle
and remembering what he felt like to be inside it with his penis or his
tongue. Remembering what it felt like
was nothing compared to remembering that that was the one place she had given
willingly to him in their past. It was
their special place.

There was one place, however, that felt even better. He knew if he could just get his fingers
inside of there and taste them, it may be able to calm
his desire, or at least tide him over until she woke up. Reluctantly pulling his index finger out of
her ass, Harry slowly slid his hand around her waist and to the front of the
pretty girl. Gently, he snuck his hand
between her legs, feeling the heat through her shorts, and slipped his fingers
under the material on her leg. He
touched the newly bare skin on a part that seemed created just for him. His love was already moist when he slid his
middle and ring fingers into her folds.
The feel of her clit made him and her take a breath. As he began to rub it gently in her sleep,
Harry felt sure he’d cum on himself whenever she came on his hand.

“Sss…” Cho hissed quietly, but
still very much asleep. Harry thought
against sliding his fingers forward more to enter her hole for fear she’d wake
up. However, the wetter she became, the
more he needed to feel that wet hot hole regardless of the consequences. “Mmm…” she moaned again
when the Boy Hero’s fingers gently entered her.

“Merlin’s, Love,” Harry whispered quietly to her forehead as
his fingering of her began driving him crazy with need.

Lifting his hips again and again against her knee on his
erection, the Gryffindor was slipping well beyond his own control. Taking his fingers gently out his girl and
out her shorts, he did his taste test to see if it could calm him down for the
time being. Licking her wetness off his
middle and ring finger and tasting the dry index finger he teased her ass with,
did nothing to calm Harry’s lust. In
fact, fingering Cho wasn’t going to be enough anymore either. He wanted her; he wanted in.

Rolling her over gently on her back, careful not to wake
her, Harry reached under his pillow. There,
he retrieved his wand as his beautiful sleeping girl finally let go of his neck
and rested comfortably on his bed. He
looked at her as best he could in the extremely dimly lit room, but could see
all the facial features he adored. But
it was the part he couldn’t see under the blanket that he needed like he needed
oxygen. And ignoring his conscience, and
the snores of his friend on the other bed, Harry’s wand slowly went under the
blanket and vanished Cho’s shorts away.

Now was the most critical time for Harry to be careful. He had to get her legs opened up, and be
hopefully inside her before she woke up.
Not only that, he had to make that all possible without waking his
friends in the other bed when he would begin to take her. He knew it was a challenge, but his sex-driven
mind saw no faults in his plans. Harry,
still on his side, pulled his sweat pants down, exposing his weeping
erection. It touched the skin of Cho’s
creamy thigh and he had to say a little prayer to keep himself under some form
of control. The bed squeaked lightly as
he opened her leg and switched positions with it quickly. Finally, the Gryffindor was between his
girlfriend’s legs, aiming for her hairless snatch as his friends slept on the
other bed.

But the moment he placed the dripping helmet on her wet
entrance that begged him to enter as it radiated heat and desire, Harry
stopped. His conscience gave him pause,
giving him flashes of him taking her without permission numerous times in their
past. It wasn’t necessary anymore. Cho loved him and wanted him just as much as
he wanted her. However, he knew she
wouldn’t like the present circumstances in which he wanted to take her in and
she would be upset at his even offering the idea. Still, he couldn’t move, he wanted in and he
would go in unless she told him no. He
needed to hear it to stop himself.

Kissing her sleepy lips softly, then not so softly, Harry
didn’t get a response from his girl.
Rubbing the tip of his nose with hers, he whispered to her. “Love? Cho? Baby, wake up.” Adding another kiss after each word, finally
made the Ravenclaw moan in protest of being woken. When she settled once more, not waking as he
wanted, Harry pushed his head slightly into her wet hole, begging himself not
push in further. “Beautiful, please…I
want you so badly right now… Love?” he
whispered desperately. Accidentally, a little more of him slip
inside her, and Harry bit his lip praying for strength until she opened her
eyes. “Cho…God, Love, please…”

“Hmm?” Cho moaned lightly, lifting
her hips in her sleep and pushing him even further into her. “Ohhh…” she said
suddenly, opening her eyes. “Harry?” she
whispered.

He felt shameful for having done all he had up until that
point, but he couldn’t stop himself now.
“I’m…sorry, Love. I just…may I,
Love? I want you…so badly…”

Cho lightly giggled and wrapped her arms around his
neck. “Of course, Harry,” she whispered,
then kissed him.
Harry smiled on her lips as he snuck into the wet, warm heaven of his
girl. But not a second later his mouth
was released for hers and her hands pushed at his shoulder. “Hang on!” she whispered suddenly in the
dark, turning her head to the side where the snores were still coming from. “Ron and Hermione are…still in here…”

“I know, Love…” Harry whispered to her lips in
returned. “We’ll…just have to be quiet,
won’t we?” he said hopefully, praying she wouldn’t stop them. “Kiss me; we’ll keep each other quiet.” Before Cho could say anything else, Harry
began to move his hips, pulling his erection in and out of her heat and making
her fall into the flow of his kisses that quickly muffled her moan.

Reaching down her side, Harry lifted Cho’s leg up higher
around his waist as he began slowly making love to her. Cho lifted her other leg on her own even
higher around his waist and Harry slid into her even deeper. “Mmmm,” Cho moaned
under his kiss, and then squeezed her muscles around him.

“Ssss…” Harry whispered to her
lips. “I love you, Cho,” he whispered,
then added a deeper thrust.

“Hmph,” Cho grunted quietly, “I
love you too, Harry.” Their mouths took
to each other again, this time in dire need to remain quiet.

Grabbing the bed underneath her shoulder as he continued to
hold her other leg up, Harry continued pushing into her to the hilt. Though always tight, her body always let him
in and it was hard for him to want to pull out of her. But slowly, gently, he began picking up his
pace, unable to control his passion for her.
Pulling nearly all the way out and sliding in until their pelvises met, he
gave her every inch of his love and claimed her every inch of wet heat. It felt too good to keep quiet, especially
for his beautiful girlfriend. The feel
of her surrounding his manhood, her limbs surrounding his body, her trembling
soft lips on his and the sounds of the bodies meeting gently under the blanket,
caused the Gryffindor to put even more effort into his lovemaking and caused
his girl to react even more.

“Oh, Harry…” Cho moaned, releasing his lips.

“Sshh, Love,” his devious whisper
smiled in the dark, knowing he was the cause of her inability to keep quiet.

“I can’t…” Cho began, trying to keep herself under control,
“I can’t…help it. You feel…so
good…inside me - HMPH!” she added when he pushed in again even deeper. “Harry…”

“Quiet, Beautiful…” he said, and then kissed her again and
making sure he did all he could below to make her moan even more.

**

Hermione was in a dark room, on a bed, with her legs up and
open and tears in her eyes. She’d been
in that place million times before, and each time she opened her eyes to
darkest, they instantly began to drip with sadness. Fear had subsided ages ago; she was used to
this scenario. Disgust and pain,
however, would soon come when the dark room would begin to echo with questions.

But before the questions, came the pain, as usual. It often started with something hungry, cold,
wet and uninvited between her legs. And so
it began again. Something was lapping at
her most intimate area, tasting her repeatedly.
But that something wasn’t hungry, wet and cold this time. It was still wet, but it was timid and
warm. For once, it didn’t make her feel
as nauseated as usual. Hermione worried
her lip as the tears fell anyway, sure that it would become as disgusting,
revolting, and shameful as always.

Then it stopped. Her
heart began to beat faster because this was when the questions, and soon the
physical pain, would begin. Holding her
breath, Hermione listened. In the far
off distance, she heard gentle moans, squeaks, and what sounded like kisses. It sounded sweet, and almost relaxing, but it
was soon interrupted. “Hermione?”

She blinked the water out of her eyes out of fear, but then
suddenly, recognition. “Ron?” she
whispered, having never heard her boyfriend’s voice in the darkness of that scenario. “Is that…you?” she asked, almost wanting to
scream to him for help. To save her from
what she was sure to come.

“Of course,” he said unsurely, apprehensively, as she felt
his trembling hand finding hers in the dark.
“Do you…do you…like it, what I’m…doing?
Am I going to…fast or…hard?” his voice nearly squeaked from nervousness. “I’m sorry, if so, you just…taste so lovely…”

“I…I…” she stuttered in confusion. “You - what did you…do?”

Hermione could feel a shift in what she was lying on and then
the other trembling hand of her love touching her thigh. “This…”
Soon the clever witch felt that nervous, warm, wet tongue on her private
area again. It licked her inner lips
with care and consideration, and then slowly and tenderly worshipped her clit. The horrific pain and humiliation she had
endured so many times before was now replaced with an enjoyment that was just
as strong.

“Oh, Ron…” Hermione moaned from sheer pleasure squeezing his
hand that she still held. Soon, the
Gryffindor girl felt a rush through her body she had never experienced before
as he picked up the pace in licking her.
“OH, GOD!”

The shout elicited from that glorious rush through her body,
echoed so loudly in Hermione’s mind, she opened her eyes. An extremely dim room was in her sight once
more. However, unlike the million times
before, she was not on her back. And
instead of perverse questions ringing in her ears, she heard a fast thumping in
one as her head rested on something hard and warm; in the other ear, free from
anything, she heard gentle moans, soft kisses, and sweet whispers. Her arm around the neck of the body she laid on
was obstructing her view from the source of the sounds, and she lowered it
slowly. In the process of moving it, she
could see the shape of what would be her best friends connected as one and
moving as one entity on the other bed. After
she heard Cho’s name whispered after a declaration of love, the reality set in
for the clever witch that she was still in the room with Harry and Cho and they
were now making love not four feet away.

Hermione knew she should feel embarrassed, or disgusted, or
upset about what was taking place in the same room as her and Ron. However, the love she knew the two shared on
the other bed, and now the sweet intensity in which they were showing it to
each other, made Hermione feel amorous, envious, and ever so slightly aroused. She was glad Ron had stop snoring so that she
could hear Harry and Cho’s attempts to keep their lovemaking silent, but
enjoying each other so much it was impossible.
The Gryffindor girl always imagined that when she became sexually involved
with the person she loved, they’d want her like they wanted to breathe. She always saw that in the eyes of the lovers
on the other bed, and although she’d often joked about their insatiable need
for each other, she wished she could have it too.

However, the Gryffindor girl did have someone who loved her
just as strongly and as fiercely as Harry loved Cho. She had someone whose eyes held her in a
light no one else had or could possibly.
She had a love that had wanted to be her love for years, though too
stubborn to admit it. And she had a love
that had fought with her, had fought by her side, and as of late, being fought
against during her uncontrollable rages, yet staying right by her side as
always. But Hermione had no way of
showing her love just how much she appreciated him. She had not the ability to do what was taking
place on the other bed. She had no way
of allowing Ron to love her the way he wanted to and that she wanted to as well. Something inside her wouldn’t allow it. At their moments of innocent intimacy, the
voices would come, strange sensations would creep over her body and Hermione
felt helpless against them. But for some
reason, the lovemaking taking place on the other bed by her best friends made
her want to fight against herself, made her feel like she was in a safe and
loving environment, and made her feel like she could summon that Gryffindor
courage she was suppose to have.

Wishing to see more in the dark room she would normally fear,
and take in more of the whispers of people who weren’t trying to hurt her but
loving each other, Hermione’s arm lowered even more down Ron’s silent
form. However, something hard and
covered by denim hit her forearm.

“Ssss,” Ron hissed and quickly
reached for her arm to pull it off his aching bulge.

Hermione gasped quietly.
“I’m sorry, Ron,” she whispered her apology. “I…
Hang on,” she whispered in wonder.

Ron’s heart was beating even faster on her chin after she
lifted her cheek. “I’m - I’m sorry,
Hermione,” he whispered with a hint of embarrassment in his tone, as Harry and
Cho seemed oblivious to their woken friends.
“I didn’t expect to hear that when
I woke up. I-I’m sorry,” he repeated
shamefully.

The Gryffindor girl watched her anxious boyfriend as best
she could in the dark, as he watched the ceiling above. She could see his Adam’s apple rising and
falling as he swallowed hard, still hearing what she was hearing on the other
bed.

“Deeper, Harry…please…” they heard
Cho whimper as quietly as their sex would allow her. When they heard her whimper just a little
more, they felt sure their friend had done as requested.

Heavy breaths and the light squeaking of a bed only hinted
the air of the dark room, but two of the Golden Trio heard it loud it
clear. “God, Love, you feel so…” their
third praised quietly, followed by the gentle sounds of lips tasting each other
desperately.

While listening to her friends, but still watching Ron, Hermione
wondered what it felt like to want someone deep inside her. She wondered what it was Harry was feeling so
strongly that he couldn’t even finish his sentence. Hermione wondered what it felt like to
whimper from that level of pleasure, not from pain or fear. The curious witch also wondered what had
driven the two to need each other at the moment so much, they couldn’t wait
until they were alone.

But as the questions crossed her mind, and sounds of love
continued to come from the bed while her own love lay tensely underneath her,
Hermione felt her arousal and a sense of security grow. Gently releasing her arm from Ron’s grasp while
keeping her eyes on him, she slid her arm back down his torso. His attention stayed toward the ceiling and
she was sure on the sounds of sex next to them.
But Hermione was sure to get his attention when her hand reached its
destination. Coaxing the scary voices away
from her mind, allowing only Harry’s and Cho’s grunts and moans to filter
through instead, the Gryffindor girl gently touched her boyfriend’s bulge.

“Ssshhh…” Hermione instructed
quietly when Ron gasped at the sudden gesture.
And she watched him bite his lip hard in the dark as she began rubbing
him gingerly in the love-filled room.

“Oh, Harry…” Cho moaned a little louder than intended, and
Hermione felt a hand in her hair. As Ron
gently massaged her scalp while she massaged his manhood, Hermione eased the
few inches up his body to his mouth.
Listening to the bed squeaking across the room, the two kissed each
other deeply, never having been allowed to kiss in such a way in a long time. The courageous girl’s tongue explored her
boyfriend’s mouth without abandon. Her
kiss caused him to whimper on her lips in a way that almost rivaled the sounds
of sex on the other bed. Gathering more
courage from his moan, Hermione deepened her kiss as she unzipped his pants and
felt the heat of his manhood through his boxers.

“Sssss, Hermione,” Ron whispered,
breaking her kiss. The redhead’s free
hand quickly reached for Hermione’s exploring hand. “Wait…”

“Sshhh,” whispered Hermione before
plunging her tongue back into his mouth.

Ignoring his whimper of protest, the bushy-haired girl held
her breath as she reached inside his underwear.
It was the first time she had ever touched the skin of his penis and she
exhaled just as heavily as he did when she wrapped her fingers around it. It was hot, ridged with veins and extremely hard. As she began stroking it, she wondered how
something that stiff would feel inside her body. The thought, mixed with the sounds of
lovemaking, caused a wetness between her legs she
hadn’t felt in a long time. The new
level of arousal she was now experiencing would normally be disrupted with
voices or strange, prickly sensations coursing through her body if Ron touched
any part. Curious as always, her urge to
test her advancement became as strong as her arousal and Hermione prayed for
strength.

Releasing his manhood, which seemed to allow Ron to breath easier under her kisses, Hermione grabbed his hand and
eased it between her jean-covered legs.
“Hmph!” they both grunted from the feel of her
warmth. It would seem the clever witch
wasn’t the only one nervous about the exploration of her femininity. Ron’s hand trembled from
excitement, and surely fear, that his girlfriend couldn’t handle this
level of intimacy. At the same time,
Hermione was definitely trembling from fear that she couldn’t handle it either,
but it was even more so from excitement.
After she guided his hand to rub her gently, he began to do it on his
own as she released him and went back to his manhood. The love across the room and the nervous love
of her own seemed the keep the voices away for the time being and she wanted
more before they returned.

Releasing only Ron’s lips, Hermione searched for his blue
eyes in the dimly lit room as he continued to touch her through her pants. Ron, however, had his eyes shut tight and
grunted while his girlfriend’s hand continued to stroke him gently. “Ron…” Hermione called in a whispered, still
moving her hand over his dampened head and pulsing shaft. “Ron?”

Suddenly, he yanked his hand away from her. The Weasley boy swallowed noticeably hard,
whimpered, and then bravely opened his eyes.
“Y-yes, H-Hermione?”

It took Hermione a moment to realize why her love was having
such a difficult time focusing even after he stopped touching her. A smile crossed her lips as she stopped the
movement of her hand. Ron took a noticeable
breath in appreciation. “I love you,”
Hermione whispered sincerely.

The redhead nodded on his pillow, still swallowing for the
air stroked out of him. “I-I love you
too, Hermione,” he squeaked out quietly.
“And I understand if…you want to…stop right now,” he added, running his
fingers through the back of her hair.
“It’s…alright.”

Hermione’s smile disappeared. He was only being so understanding because he
didn’t know any better, she was sure.
The thought of that alone made her want to push herself
through whatever her problem was and show him just how much she appreciated it. “But I-I don’t want to stop…this time, Ron,”
she, herself, squeaked out quietly.

In the barely lit room, Hermione could see the confusion,
nervousness and fear on her boyfriend’s face.
In that same room, she barely noticed the sounds from the other side
fading away. “’Mione…are
you… No, we - you’re not ready for…that
yet. Let’s find out what’s wrong first
before we…”

The clever witch swallowed hard, feeling her courage
slipping away at her boyfriend’s concern-driven rejection. Unable to allow that, she kissed him again,
trying to pull back some of the fortitude that was trying to get away. Slowly, she reached for her zipper and undid
her jeans. Her tongue urged his nervous
one to dance with hers as she tried to ease her pants and panties over her
hips.

Harry was devouring Cho’s neck, trying hard not to pound
away on his girlfriend as much as he wanted to.
Making love in the room with other people outside of Hogwarts was more
difficult then he expected. And as he
was trying his best to keep from moaning out loud, he noticed that Cho seemed
to have mastered it perfectly. In fact
she was barely caressing his shoulders or hair anymore. Lifting his head from her neck, Harry noticed
her head facing the other bed in the room.

“Love?” he whispered in her ear. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

Cho shook her head lightly.
“Yes…I mean, no, I’m fine,” she whispered back, and then turned her head
toward him. “It’s just…they’re awake.”

Nerves shot through Harry instantly and he was almost fearful
of looking over at the other bed and seeing his best friends staring back at
him in disgust. “Are they…watching us?”
he asked anxiously, stopping his movement all together.

Cho snorted lightly at him and kissed his worried lips. “No.
But I think…they may not care that we’re…here.”

“Why?” Harry asked, and then looked to the side to see the
shape of his female friend easing out of her pants as she kissed his male
friend. Quickly Harry’s head turned back
to his girlfriend. “Oh my God, how can they
even consider doing that with us in
the room?” he asked hypocritically.

“Ssshh,” Cho scolded looking back
at their friends. “I think it…may
be…necessary…” she whispered.

“Hermione, I-I don’t know about this,” said Ron, nervously
after breaking her intense kiss. “I
don’t want you to…regret it. I’m not
sure you’re ready for…”

Hermione was able to finally slide out her jeans as he
spoke. But the bareness of her lower
body began to make the situation even more real for her. The voices were whispering again in the dark
room, though she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She had to continue before they over took her
once more. “But I-I’m ready. Honestly…” she said with very little
confidence. And as he began to protest,
she pulled his opened jeans down his hips as well, exposing his still prominent
erection. Swallowing hard at the sight
of it and what it meant for her, Hermione pushed the lump back down her throat
that was beginning to form. “Please,
Ron…” her voice squeaked as she felt tears threatening her eyes.

Ron exhaled at the tone of his girlfriend’s voice. “O-okay, Hermione… HERMIONE, WAIT!” he
whispered loudly as the clever witch grabbed his dick and mounted him quickly. “OH MY…”

“Ouch!” Hermione whimpered after impaling herself with the
solid meat. Oddly, she felt like
something was missing as she waited to adjust to Ron and unsure of what to do
next. The always learning Gryffindor
girl had read of a skin that was suppose to break at first entry, yet she felt
nothing breaking, only her walls stretching inside. Either way, it hurt to be
penetrated and the strange sensations she often experience were starting
to crawl up her back as she sat there.
The bushy-haired girl whimpered once more from fear and not pain,
sniffing back the tears set to come and beginning to regret her hasty decision.

“Just…relax, Hermione,” came a
female voice from the other bed, startling the Gryffindor girl.

“Love!” Harry whispered apprehensively. “Sshh!”

“Oh, Harry, quiet.
They need our help,” Cho whispered back to her boyfriend. “Hermione, just…breathe. Let yourself…get use to him inside you.”

The sound of Cho’s comforting voice in the dark room eased
the ascending scary sensations back down Hermione’s back. She did as she was told, taking a breath and
allowing her body to feel herself tightly wrapped around Ron’s manhood.

“Are you…okay, Hermione?” Ron asked in a strained
whisper. “Maybe we should…stop,
or…switch…positions…”

“Switch?” Hermione sniffed
unsurely, though it sounded like a better idea.

“No,” Cho said from under Harry. “No, Hermione, stay on top. I know it hurts a bit, but you’re…in charge
up there. You’re in control of what
happens.”

The declaration that Hermione was in charge seemed the
opposite of what she felt. The voices
may be low considering that she was listening to Cho more so, and the weird,
disgusting feeling was slowly going away, but it was still there. So Hermione knew at any moment, beyond her
control, those feelings and those voices could overtake her and end her and
Ron’s moment, again. “I…don’t feel
like…I’m in control,” she said honestly.
“I feel like…I…” She sniffed hard again.

“You are, Hermione.
You are in control up there,” Cho said soothingly, convincingly. “You can move as much as you want. You can take him in as much as you want. And YOU, Hermione, you can stop anytime you
want. You have the power. And whatever you’re feeling, Ron will
understand. He loves you.”

“I do. I love you,
Hermione,” Ron said, still in a strained tone.

Hermione swallowed hard but let Cho’s words ring through her
mind, seeking the confidence they promised.
“I’m…scared…”

Now Harry was confused.
He didn’t understand why Hermione would be scared if the hard part was
already over. “Cho, why…” he whispered
to her ear.

“I know, Hermione,” the Ravenclaw said knowingly, ignoring
her boyfriend. “But it’s Ron. It’s just…him.”

Hermione squeezed a few of the tears out of her eyes at the
words. It was Ron. Someone that wouldn’t hurt
her. She knew he could help her
through whatever she was going through…as long as Cho was walking her through
it. And as if he knew what she was
thinking, Hermione suddenly felt Ron’s hands holding hers. “I love you, Hermione,” he whispered again as
if they were still trying to remain quiet.

The Gryffindor courage, summoned for her by a Ravenclaw,
began to gain control over the often present uninvited sensations and
voices. She squeezed Ron’s hands and
sniffed back the last of the tears. “I
love you too, Ron,” she whispered.

“Brilliant,” began Cho quietly. “Now, Hermione just move your hips a little
up and down. Unfortunately, the hard
part seems to be over…” she said with a hint of sadness and recognition in her
tone. Quickly, she changed it back to
the soothingly one before. “Just take
your time, and you’ll start to enjoy it.”

With nod and a prayer for strength, Hermione began to move
her hips on the erection that waited patiently inside her.

“Oh…my…God…” Ron moaned as his girlfriend allowed him to
slid half way out of her and right back into her wet heat. “Oh, shit!”

If Harry understood anything that was happening in that
room, he understood Ron’s problem. Not
certain he would remain psychologically unscarred by this experience, Harry
felt compelled to speak anyway. “Mate, uh,
bit of advice. Under no circumstances should
you focus on what’s happening right now.”

“Wh-what?” Ron asked, and then whimpered as Hermione continued
her slow ride.

“Honestly, Ron. Think
of…Quidditch, the Black
Lake, chocolate frogs or
something. But don’t think about making
love with your girlfriend right now, or you won’t last much longer,” Harry suggested.

“That’s right, Ron.
Hermione needs you to…last for her,” Cho encouraged. “She needs to feel you…for awhile.”

“Okay!” Ron nearly shouted, interrupting his friends. “Don’t say stuff like
that then, if I’m meant to maintain here!” he demanded. “May I at least…”

“Don’t look at her, mate!” Harry interjected knowingly. “You’re beautiful girlfriend is making love to
you. Don’t look at her.”

“Christ!” the redhead grunted.

Hermione smiled through the slight pain that was turning
into slight pleasure, as the words in the dark room made her feel warm, safe,
and loved. “Please, Ron, listen to
them. I want you…to stay inside of me…as
long as possible…” she managed out, her statement interrupted by the growing
enjoyment his penis was creating inside her body.

“Okay, ‘Mione! If that’s what you…want, don’t…say stuff like
that either!” Ron begged.

Cho and Harry both giggled lightly on the other bed,
watching the motion of their friends sharing in their first most intimate act
of love. “Now if you’re quite done,
Professor Potter, think we could get back to what we were doing? Oh, and don’t you look at me either. I do believe I’m your beautiful girlfriend. Can’t have you cumming so quickly now, can
we?” Cho snickered before being kissed thoroughly by her boyfriend.

Breaking their kiss, Harry lifted himself up over his
girlfriend as he grabbed her arms from around his neck. “Since we don’t have to be discreet anymore…”
he smiled slyly.

Cho intertwined her fingers with his and helped him guide
them to the bed on either side of her head.
“Ooo, are you going to hold me down, Harry?”
she asked eagerly, lustfully, hopefully and already lifting her hips up to meet
his.

Though she asked the question, Cho was already making sure
that that was exactly what he would do. Harry
had stopped doing that for a long time before the ride the home from school,
though he knew how much she loved it.
Never understanding why something reminiscent of their dark past was
such a turn on for his love, Harry was compelled to
finally ask. “Why…do you like it like
this, Love?” he asked, holding her down and thrusting into her without care of
the sound their hips were creating.

Cho was already biting her lip with her head arched back and
her eyes closed enjoying his ride.
“Because…” she moaned wrapping her legs tighter around his torso, “I’m…yours
now, Harry…” she said breathlessly.
“You…love me and you’d…never do anything to…hurt me again. Now…shut up and fuck me!” his Asian beauty
ordered.

The mixture of all that was Cho at the moment hit Harry
hard. Her lustful words, her unyielding
trust, her need for him, along with her beautiful body, soft, wet, tight
insides and sensuous moans unleashed that desire for her he often had a hard
time controlling. A growl came from the
Boy Hero and suddenly Cho’s trusting hands were released. “You want me to fuck you, do you?” he said
through clenched teeth.

Cho opened her almond-shaped eyes in the dark room. “Yes!
Please, Harry…”

Harry’s smile was devilish as he reached passed his
girlfriend’s head and to his wand under the pillow. After retrieving it and ignoring the
confusion in Cho’s eyes when he pulled out of her, Harry tapped the wand on his
penis, silently lubricating his member. Then the tip of his wand was lowered on Cho
and placed at her entrance, her second entrance. “Lubrio,” he whispered just to give her a clue as to what was
about to happen to her, while slicking her hole in warm oil.

Exhilaration and anticipation filled the pretty girl’s
eyes. “Yes, Harry, yes!” she agreed
breathlessly, already lifting her legs up further and reaching for him between
them. “Now! Please!” Cho begged, her voice trembling with
need.

Harry tossed his wand to the side and grabbed her hands
reaching for his. Intertwining their
fingers once more, the horny boy moved forward causing her gorgeous legs to go
over his shoulders blades as he held her down once more. “Ready?” he asked slyly.

“Please…” Cho begged once more.

Leaning down for a kiss of her already panting lips, Harry
eased his purpling, lubricated erection into the Asian beauty’s tight ass. “Shit!” he cursed, breaking their kiss with Cho
repeating the same word at first entry.

Harry paused for a moment, not just to let his love adjust
to him inside her forbidden track, but to calm his raging desire as he felt her
ring of muscle hold him snuggly, securely, and greedily inside her. That, accompanied
with the fact that they didn’t make love that way often. That and the fact that being buried inside
her ass sent him to a different part of Heaven regular sex couldn’t accomplish.

Easing out of that Heaven, Harry opened his eyes to watch
his beautiful girl bite her lip at the feel of his pulling through her
sphincter. Easing back into that Heaven,
Harry helped Cho in biting her lips before pushing deep in to the hilt. “HMPH!” Cho
whimpered on his lips. A smile tugged at
the corner of Harry’s biting mouth before he retracted his hips back and
slammed into her unexpectedly. “Oh,
God!” she moaned without care after Harry released her lip.

“You asked for it, Beautiful,” he whispered wickedly. Raising himself up on her hands, as he
continued to hold her down, the Gryffindor smiled at Cho as though she was his
prey. Pulling back out the tight ridged
hole, Harry quickly slammed his way back in and soon Cho was getting thoroughly
fucked as requested.

As Cho’s legs were in the air, her creamy white bottom
reddening as Harry banged his hips against it and hard dick inside it, there
was a complete contrast of lovemaking taking place on the other bed. Hermione sat high on Ron, her insides filled
with him and her hands held tightly by him.
Keeping her eyes opened in the dark, she didn’t look to the side to see
what her helpful friends were moaning unashamedly about, instead, her eyes
remained on her love. Though Ron’s eyes
were closed, his brow furrowed and his lip worried so fiercely she was sure it
would bleed, staying focused on him while holding his hands made the ride a lot
easier for the Gryffindor girl.

It was feeling like she never experienced before. The stinging that caused her to groan in pain
when she first mounted him had disappeared.
Now all she felt was something hard and warm stretching her, claiming
her, but pleasing her. It released
somewhat but reclaimed her entirely with every gentle rise of her hips. Or was she claiming it? Hermione hadn’t a clue on how to move her
hips before she decided on taking Ron, but now that he was inside her, the clever
witch was learning fast. When she would,
beyond her control, clenched her feminine muscles around his dick and receive a
strained moan of appreciation from him, she knew she might be doing something
right.

Though Hermione didn’t want to let go of Ron’s hands for
fear that her comfort level would change, she craved even more of a connection
with him. “Ron…” she whimpered out,
still moving her hips as best she could.

“Hm? Y-yes?” he whimpered as well, still keeping
his eyes closed and his head back.

Hermione slowly, timidly, but bravely released one of Ron’s
hands. With the release of that one
hand, the bushy-haired girl began to experience that prickly, scary feeling
inching slowly up her back. But she
swallowed hard and picked up her pace in riding, pushing herself to
continue. Ron, however, seemed just as
reluctant to let go as he reached for her hand once more as if it had just
slipped away.

“T-t-touch me, Ron,” she requested unsurely, while wishing
the uninvited sensations to leave her alone.

The Adam’s apple of the Weasley boy lifted and fell inside
his pale column. His closed eyes
tightened as he shook his head. “Um…uh-uh,”
he said in a strained whisper.

Hermione stopped the movement of her hips for a moment to
see if she heard her boyfriend correctly, especially with Harry and Cho praying
to higher powers on the other bed. “No?”
she asked worriedly. “Why?”

Ron swallowed once again, still unable to open his
eyes. “Because…because…the Canons are going
to…do well this season,” he explained in an anxious, fearful tone.

Hermione had to giggle atop her love at his attempt to
maintain through their first lovemaking as she requested and Harry suggested. Feeling a power in her ability to arouse him
so much a simple touch of her skin could send him over the edge, made the
prickly feeling in her back slightly disappear.
Willing to take the risk of an early climax anyway, the Gryffindor
girl’s hips began to move again causing her boyfriend to groan, and then
causing him to moan even louder when she lifted her t-shirt and placed his hand
on her breast. The feel of the large,
caring, tentative hand on her bra-covered mound, made Hermione bite her own
lip. When she helped him squeeze it
while lifting her body up and down his shaft, Ron’s lip suffered the same as
hers.

“AND – fuck - and their Keeper…th-this year is…br-br-bri-brillant! MERLIN!”
he shouted and turned his head to side.
Hermione giggled once more, but felt the power growing inside her even
more. That power now caused the disgusting,
painful, prickly sensations to finally vanish.

“Mmmm,” she moaned in the air from
sheer pleasure. The Gryffindor girl’s
head rested back, her eyes were closed while she held Ron’s hands in her own
and on her breast as her sex began to stroke, squeeze and slide along his
manhood a little faster. For the first
time in a long time, Hermione felt alive as her now wet, now wanting, now greedy
pussy claimed Ron, owned Ron, and controlled Ron. And as the redhead boy trembled underneath
her body, breathing hard through his clenched teeth, her tongue tasted her lips
slowly as she wondered if it could possibly get any better.

Control was lost on the Gryffindor Hero on the other
bed. He did all he could to take his
time fucking his girl in the tight heat of her ass, but it wasn’t working. “H-h-harder, Harry!” Cho demanded through her
pounding which didn’t help matters for the hero.

The blanket that had kept their sexual world private had now
been all but set on fire to get off the loving couple. Harry didn’t care anymore if Ron or Hermione
could see him buried deep inside the Ravenclaw’s ass, stretching her forbidden
track and showing that there was not one place on Cho Chang that Harry Potter
did not solely posses.

Tearing his eyes away from the trusting, loving and
beautiful Asian girl whimpering and nearly bent half underneath him, Harry
looked down between them. In the darken
room, he could still see the other hairless location solely possessed by him. Though his length was presently reappearing
and disappearing into her bottom, the swollen lips of her pussy were opened and
showing the wetness he created in her.
The red clit he loved to lick, touch and suck till she screamed was
making his mouth water. He wanted nothing
more than to taste it, while riding her cunt and being buried in her ass all at
the same time. His greed for the
Ravenclaw’s body clouded the sensible part of Harry’s mind.

“Fuck, I want you!” he whispered hungrily to her clit
gleaming in the little light coming in through the window.

The Ravenclaw, who owned the red bud he was aching for,
snatched her hand from out of his as she grunted from his lustful words. Harry didn’t have time to wonder why his love
had pulled her hand away because the moment he looked back up, her hand was
covering the clitoris he had been nearly drooling to devour. His balls tightened at the sight of his dick
sliding in and out of her ass as his love tickled her clit before sliding her
fingers, and slightly long nails, into her hole.

“HMPH!” Cho grunted as she
pleasured her cunt while Harry pleasured her ass. “Ssss, yes…” she added
to the headboard, fucking herself with her eyes closed.

“Oh, God…” Harry whispered at the sight, sure he’d cum at
any moment. But the challenge really
came when Cho’s fingers vacated her cunt and moved toward his opened
mouth. With her eyes still closed,
Harry’s love guided her fingers over his lips and into his mouth. “Hmph!”
Harry grunted this time, closing his eyes and sucking his girl’s wet, tangy
fingers with all his might. “More…” he
begged when he finally released her digits.
Lost in her own pleasure of being fucked even harder, Cho still did as
instructed. She finger fucked herself under Harry’s watchful eye, and then shoved her juicy
fingers into his mouth, feeding herself to him.
“Shit, Love, you’re going to make me cum!” Harry said a little louder
than he intended, but his desire-cloudy mind had no control over his vocal
chords anymore. “Play with your clit,
Cho! Pinch it for me! I want you to cum with me!”

“Yes, Harry,” Cho replied breathlessly but obediently. Taking her fingers out of her moistened hole,
the Asian beauty slid her fingers through her hairless lips and rubbed her clit
with her finger tips. Harry grunted and
cursed as he watched her, picking up the speed in his taking of her ass. Then, slowly she rolled the nub in her fingers
before pinching the rosy bud and causing her to nearly scream to the
headboard.

Even if her orgasm didn’t cause Cho to tighten her ring of
muscle around Harry’s dick, the sight of her bringing herself to orgasm with
his help would have. “FUCK!” Harry
shouted as he ejaculated violently in the tight hole he was deliciously
violating.

The swearing of Harry and near scream of
Cho on the other bed, made Hermione gasp in pain. Ron’s hands suddenly tightened their hold on
her hand and breast as he listened to their friends climaxing on the other
bed. Hermione watched the struggling Adam’s
apple in her boyfriend’s throat rise and fall as he kept his head to the side,
his eyes closed, and continuously mumbled incoherent things about
Quidditch. The unbalance of stamina and
sexual expertise in the room was incredible, almost comical to the clever girl. As Hermione rode her struggling, muttering
love, she wanted to balance the scales.
Well, she wanted to get as close to Harry and Cho as possible for a
first time. Being the quick study she
always had been, and trusting the words they said to each other, the Gryffindor
girl came to a decision for her and Ron’s next step.

Watching Ron closely, and sure that their lovemaking would
end momentarily, Hermione bit her lip and held her
breath. His comforting hand that held
hers was slowly being moved from her thigh.
The redhead didn’t seem to notice as he still mumbled about Bludgers and Quaffles. But when the nervous girl brushed his
knuckles against her lower, softer curls of hair, his notice caused the brand
names of Quaffles to become exceedingly clear.

“Quidditch Prime makes the best!” he said loudly to the side
of the bed with his eyes shut even tighter than before. “But – ssss – but Wilson
Magic is…is…quite soft – um, STURDY!” Ron shouted as she rubbed his fingers along
her mound, drowning out her moan and the giggles of the two other people in the
room. And when Hermione extended two of
his tensely curled fingers and slid them as best she could into her open lower
lips, Ron yanked his hand back as if she was on fire.

If Hermione wasn’t before, she was now.

“Ron, please…touch me,” Hermione begged, heights of arousal
she had never experienced before coursing through her heated body.

The boy shook his head on the pillow profusely. “N-no, ‘Mione! I…won’t last!
You feel too…too…SO GOOD!”

Her first devilish smile ever spread across Hermione’s lips
in the dark as she watched her boyfriend who hadn’t the strength to look at
her. She reveled in the idea of being
enjoyed and giving a gift to the person who loved her unconditionally. But the pleasure she was receiving from that
was nothing compared to what she was feeling in her loins. Hermione knew that in order to get to that special
end her friends had shared on the other bed, she had to push her love just a
little more.

“Please, Ron,” she began again, replaying Harry’s words from
a moment ago in her mind. “P-play with my…my…with me!”
Hermione had never said anything as dirty as what Harry had asked of
Cho, and she only half possessed the courage to at the moment. Even still, the Gryffindor girl positioned
her trembling love’s hand where she wanted it.

“Ssss…” they hissed in unison at
the feel of her wet, swollen clit.

“P-p-pinch it…for me, Ron,” Hermione requested in a
lust-fill whimper, gathering the courage her other friend possessed. “I-I want you…I want to…cum with you!”

“MERLIN, HERMIONE!” Ron moaned from her words alone before
pinching her pleasure nub and eliciting a scream of ecstasy from the riding
girl as well. The redhead boy’s body
seemed to go into automatic as his hips bucked up and down underneath her,
while his neck arched back.

Hermione was sure her eyes had rolled back into her head as
her head fell back over her shoulders.
Her body also went into automatic making her slow innocent ride hard,
demanding, claiming and exquisitely sensual.
Ron’s hands were touching her freely, pinching her nipple through her
bra and playing with her clit as if it were an old friend. Hermione’s nails dug into his forearms as she
felt his arms move as his fingers did.
The smell of sex in the air, be it hers or her friends, was suddenly
intoxicating. And for the first time in
the clever witch’s life, she felt like a sexual being. She felt desired, sexy, wanted and
loved. Her body felt the ecstasy of
being enjoyed, taken and taking another.
The sweat now running down her temples, soaking the center of her
t-shirt in the back, and rolling gently down her quivering stomach was not from
running, fighting or a horrible nightmare for once. The sweat was from sex, making love, and if
she grounded Ron any harder, from fucking.
It was the power Cho had spoken about.
Power she never had in the dark room with voices and hands on her
body. Power she now possessed in the
darken room with her body deliciously penetrated and the whispers near by were
kind and supportive. Hermione finally
controlled what was happening to her now and enjoyed it more then she could
have possibly imagined.

“Holy fuck!” cursed the boy underneath her. As the hard dick Hermione was once afraid of
twitched and suddenly unloaded it’s hot liquid inside her liberated pussy, she
smiled toward the ceiling. But when
Ron’s orgasm caused him to pinch her clit once more, she screamed to that same
ceiling.

“OH, My…g…” was all she could get out of her mouth after her
scream as her body twitched hard, then stiffened as something sent beams of hot
light through every pore of her body.

Suddenly, the heat that ignited every cell she possessed,
graciously allowed her bones to liquefy over her panting, shaking
boyfriend. Ron’s arms, though
exhaustion-heavy, were open and waiting for Hermione to fit herself inside
before closing around her protectively.
His t-shirt was damp from sweat when she rested her cheek on his chest,
but the fast rhythm of his heart beat made her not care. She trembled with her lover, having never had
an orgasm before, but sure he had brought himself a few in the past. Though having done it in a room with other
people, having not planned it out as perfectly as she had always wanted, and
not having talked to Ron about it beforehand, Hermione was grateful for how
wonderful, fulfilling, and healing it had been.
And healing it had done; for what, she wasn’t sure. But she was sure of one thing, those
nightmares, that creepy disgusting feelings along with the voices to match, the
unprovoked tears, and the pushing away of her love were no longer apart of
Hermione Granger.

Harry sighed on the other bed, holding Cho around her waist,
listening to her do the same as they watched Ron and Hermione coming down from
their orgasms in the darken room. He was
sure the Golden Trio had now shared FAR too much with each other. But he didn’t mind anymore, he was happy for
his friends. He could almost feel the
extraordinary amount of love flowing from that side of the room and was sure it
was meshing with the bevy of it coming from his bed.

The giggle of the beautiful girl in his arms shook him from
his thoughts of the people he loved on the other bed. He tore his eyes from the whispering lovers
to look at his own. “What’s so funny?”
his smile whispered before kissing her cheek.

Cho turned her head back to Harry and received the kiss her
cheek had been blessed with. “Nothing. It’s
just…I’m happy that Hermione made it through,” she whispered to his lips. Cho turned her head back to the figures on
the other bed. “She should be alright
now. And, of course, for Ron’s first
time…”

“Hang on, Love,” Harry interrupted her in confusion. “What do you mean, she’ll ‘be alright now’
and ‘Ron’s first time’? It was hers too,
wasn’t it?” he whispered. The Ravenclaw
turned her head back up toward her boyfriend.
Harry looked down in what he could see of her almond-shaped eyes. Even in the dark, he didn’t like what they
were implying.

Cho touched his cheek.
“Harry, I…just have a feeling that…you and I weren’t the only people in
this room that had been…forced…”

“What?” Harry nearly shouted, suddenly enraged.

Cho pulled his head toward her and kissed him hastily as if
to quiet him. “Ssshhh,”
she whispered after releasing his lips and while rubbing his cheek soothingly. “Harry, please, I don’t think…she’s told
anyone.”

Harry’s breathing had quickened though his girl had done
what she could to calm him. He didn’t
want to believe that someone had hurt his best friend in the way he had been
hurt, in the way he had hurt Cho. The
thought sickened and angered him. “Then
how do you know, Cho? Please tell me
you’re only speculating!” Harry said angrily, but hopefully.

The quiet response of his girl staring into his eyes did
nothing for his bit of hope. Her
speaking didn’t help either. “Harry, calm down.
The last thing she needs right now is you flying off the handle. Let her enjoy this triumph over…herself.”

“Herself?” he whispered.

Cho nodded.
“After…the ride back from school, I read up on what happened to…us, you
and I, and the different reactions that may occur afterward. I was worried about you because you were just
too…grateful, thankful, happy even. I, on the other hand, began to crave…sex –
Harry, don’t…” she added quickly in a whisper as Harry lowered his head
shamefully in the dark. “I’m okay
now. You love me, would do anything to
protect me, and would never hurt me again.
That healed me, Love.”

“I…”

“And Hermione,” she continued in a quiet whisper, cutting
off what would be another apology, “her reaction was that she didn’t want to be
touched for too long. She didn’t want
affection, it scared her like she said today, and it angered her. That’s why we would see her push Ron away
sometimes. He loves her and she loves
him, there would be no reason for her to be that cruel to him. And besides, remember what they were like a
few days before we left school? Snogging was not a problem for her, only swatting his hands
away on occasion. No, something happened
to her after the battle, because that all changed.”

Harry thought about what his girlfriend was explaining and
realized that she was right. It was
actually a few days after the battle that Hermione began to change, because the
day after his two best friends couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It had been so intense with them that Harry
felt sure they had taken the step that seemed to be difficult for Hermione this
evening. “Maybe you’re right, Cho,” he whispered
in defeat. A false defeat for Cho’s sake
because Harry vowed he’d find out who hurt his best friend.

“She seems happy over there now,” Cho said a little louder
than a whisper as she watched the figures on the other bed. Two giggles came from that area causing her
to giggle as well.

The sound of his love and friends laughter eased the anger
rising in the Gryffindor hero. “Maybe too happy?” Harry asked with mischief in his
voice. “Think, perhaps, we have some
rivals in the making over there, Love?”

Hermione giggled on Ron’s chest. “Not bloody likely,” she heard Ron say,
squeezing her tightly. “Though it would
be nice,” he snickered.

“Ron!” Hermione scolded, followed by a snicker of her own as
she thumped his chest. “Besides, no one
can be as advanced as you two, even with all the study in the world,” she said
toward her helpful friends on the other bed.
Though I’d like to be, she
thought, giggling to herself.

The room was quiet for a moment as both sets of lovers
became lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Cho spoke again.
“Well…you’re a…quick study, Hermione.
With a little help like we
just provided, you’ll be as ‘advanced’ as Harry and me,” she said. Harry
recognized the mischief tainting his girl’s voice.

“What are you saying, Cho?” Harry whispered.

Cho turned her head to her often possessive lover. “I love you, Harry. I trust you and you trust me…” she began and
Harry’s eyes narrowed in the dim room.
“Knowing that, Love, would you…consider sharing me with the other two
people you love?”

“I…” he stuttered out, unsure of what to say.

“Hang on,” Ron said across the room, sounding just as unsure
as Harry.

Hermione worried her lip for a moment in Harry’s
silence. It was obvious what the
Ravenclaw was suggesting, and for some reason the prospect of being in a dark
room, with hands on her body, and people whispering words to her didn’t frighten
her anymore. In fact, the Gryffindor girl
became greatly aroused. “Shush, Ronald.”

Harry listened to Cho giggle at Hermione’s words. “For Hermione, Harry?”

The Boy Hero sighed as he smiled to the figures on the other
bed. “Of course,
anything for Hermione.” He
grabbed his wand and swished it at the nightstand between the two beds, causing
it to move out of the way on its own.
“Blimey, Love, you wonder why people say we’re so fond of each
other? I have the naughtiest, sexiest
girlfriend a bloke could ever dream of having.”

Cho sat up and giggled as she removed her shirt. “Brilliant, now let’s help Ron have one too!”
she added, grabbing her wand and swishing it at the other bed.

As the bed began to move on its own toward Harry and Cho,
Hermione giggled as she climbed over Ron, ready for the loving hands and
trustful voices of all three people to change her forever in the dark room.

********************THE END***********************
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