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"Hermione!" Harry moaned, gripping her thighs as her hips slammed down atop his. He was inside her, thrusting upwards to assist her in driving them to the peak of pleasure.
She came loudly, and he was a goner as soon as she clamped and spasmed around him. He thrust deeply into her and exploded...
...and woke up.
He groaned, immediately feeling the pain of his rigid cock straining against the sheet with which his legs were tangled. Kicking himself free, he rolled onto his side to give his erection space...
...only to collide with someone else lying beside him in the bed. The person in question made a soft noise, and he snapped his eyes open to find his vision obscured by a mane of bushy curls.
It wasn't a dream!
"Hermione?" he blurted, his voice raspy from sleep.
"Mm," was all the response he got, as her eyes and mouth remained closed and even her throat barely moved to form the sound.
After another few seconds, she stirred, then raised her arms and stretched, moaning softly. His eyes widened as her breasts emerged from between the pine-colored sheets that she had gifted him. They were such lovely breasts, not that he had ever seen any other pair in person before.
She blinked her eyes open, and he quickly pulled his gaze away from her, noting that they had kicked the blanket down to their legs overnight, leaving them covered only by the green top sheet with which he'd gotten himself tangled. The part of her body that remained hidden from his view was clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric.
"Good morning," she said softly, drawing his gaze back to her face. She looked far less surprised to see him than he had felt upon seeing her.
"Good morning," he replied a little hoarsely.
She gave a rather lovely smile. "Here we are again."
Again? Right, they had been like this before. But, frankly, those months alone in the tent felt like a lifetime ago now. It had been such a different era, both for them and for the world around them. It was a time of fear and darkness, of turning to each other for comfort and warmth and distraction. Now...
"So, we're doing this again?" he asked tentatively.
Her smile turned a bit wry. "I don't recall you questioning it last night."
Right... He finally properly recalled what happened last night, how she entered his room wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown with skimpy underwear underneath, making her intention clear. Her effect on his body and brain was immediate, and he effortlessly silenced any internal uncertainty in favor of reacquainting himself with the incredible sensations of kissing and touching her, with the delight of making her cry out beneath his hands, with the incomparable feeling of her amazingly hot and tight cunt clenching around his cock.
Now, she rolled onto her side, and his eyes were immediately drawn to how her breasts swelled as she pressed them together. Reaching forwards, she wrapped her hand around his cock, and he gave an involuntary moan as she stroked lightly.
"You're not complaining now, either," she added smugly.
"Hermione," he breathed, returning his head to the pillow. He had taught her how to do this, and she was such a quick and amazing learner.
"So why deny ourselves," she asked through an exhale, "when we're so good at doing this together? When you're the only person I trust to take care of me this way, and I hope vice versa?" She leant closer, speeding up her strokes.
"Hermione..." He wasn't capable of any serious thinking at the moment in response to her question.
"It's been two months now since you invited me to stay with you here at Grimmauld Place, and you've been missing all of the signals that I've been sending you, so I finally decided it was time to throw subtlety out the window or I'd never get back on your cock." She briefly gave said appendage a firm squeeze before resuming the stroking. "Your obliviousness is cute, but it does get old after a while."
He had no idea what signals she was referring to, and he certainly couldn't try to think of them at the moment.
Suddenly, however, she stopped her movements, and he regained his faculties enough to frown at her in confusion.
"When McGonagall stopped by yesterday, I decided it was the last straw. I know you haven't made a decision yet about her invitation to return to Hogwarts as Head Boy, but I would really like you to come back with me, and we can keep being there for each other like we always have, in whatever ways we need or want."
"So that's why you barged in here practically naked last night, to convince me?"
"No, I barged in here practically naked because I've been slowly losing my mind over these past two months being this close to your cock and not getting to ride on it."
He stared at her for a long moment, not sure how to respond to that.
"We've always been best friends, Harry. You've always been there for me when I've needed you, and I trust you with everything, especially this. So, I'm proposing that we return to Hogwarts together and keep shagging each other senseless whenever we want to, and of course helping each other prepare to take our N.E.W.T.s."
"I don't see how I could help you prepare for exams," he said doubtfully. "It's always been the other way around."
"You're not giving yourself enough credit. I'm very confident that you'll be a much better student without any dark wizards to worry about, and without Ron around to distract you."
He thought back to their sixth year and how he'd been decidedly more studious when Ron was off with Lavender. "Maybe you're right about that."
"I'm always right."
"That's... generally true."
"It's always true." She leant forwards and kissed his cheek, and her breast felt magnificently soft as it landed over his bicep.
"If you say so."
"Don't be an arse, especially when your arse is at my mercy." She briefly squeezed his cock again.
"Right now it's my cock that's at your mercy."
"Even better." She moved closer still, brushing her thigh against his.
"So you just want to have sex whenever?"
"That's the idea. Are you objecting?"
"No," he replied immediately.
She smiled. "Good boy."
He sucked in a breath at her words, which widened her smile.
But then she withdrew her hand and backed off. "No," he groaned and she giggled. Then she pulled the pine-green sheet off herself, exposing the rest of her body to his eyes.
Turning onto her stomach, she lifted her arse in the air. "Get up here and shag me, please."
He took a moment to admire her. Her body was perfect, her arse just as magnificent as her tits were.
Springing into action, he got up onto his knees and moved behind her. She moaned softly as he gripped the generous cheeks of her arse with each hand, and pressed back against his touch.
"You want me?" he asked huskily.
"Obviously," she replied shortly.
He grinned. "You want my cock, Hermione?"
"Don't tease me." She put effort into making it sound like she wasn't pleading. "Get that cock inside me, please."
He pressed against her entrance, but didn't enter just yet. "I'm afraid I need you to answer the question."
"Harry!" She attempted to shoot him an angry look over her shoulder, but it was belied by her desperation. "Fine, yes, I want your cock inside me, desperately. Now fuck m— Oh!" She was cut off by him snapping his hips forward and filling her up.
He gasped as her cunt immediately clamped on him, firmly enveloping him in her tight but soft heat. God, he wanted to be inside her forever, but he had his mission to fulfill her request.
He snapped his hips back and then forward again, gliding along the walls of her cunt as they futilely attempted to grip him in place. "Yes!" she moaned.
He continued to move forward until he was as deep inside her as he could reach, and then leant down over her beautiful back. "This is what you want," he asked, "me fucking you whenever, wherever? You want me to be your personal sex toy when we go back to Hogwarts?"
"Yes," she said through a delighted gasp, clenching on him again. "And I'll be yours."
He smiled at the prospect of finding new places and ways to fuck her at the castle. "I think I can agree to that." A strange feeling filled him then, and he found himself chuckling quietly.
"What?"
He took a moment to piece together his feelings into words. "I think this year is going to go really well. But it feels strange to be... optimistic."
She gave him a tender smile over her shoulder. "You deserve it, Harry. We both do."
"Yeah, I guess we do."
"Now, please get on with giving me whatever you think I deserve."
He did.