Learn to Let Go

Tuesday would be just as pleasurable for Harry as Monday had been. A quickie with Ginny before breakfast, and another in mid-morning. 'Quickies' between the two of them amounted Harry sheathing himself inside of her while they were fully linked, and them both instantly cumming, so it literally took less than a minute. They'd found that they could keep themselves focused on class and their studies so long as they kept the link distant and 'relieved' themselves. As soon as one of them got turned on, it was a vicious cycle that left them both unbearably horny.

Harry was surprised when Hermione decided to partner with Pavarti in Charms class. Harry considered Ginny's suspicions, but decided to address them later. Ron was obviously not an option, and had partnered with Lavender, Neville was with Hannah, Harry met Susan's eye. The blonde smiled brightly, and the two of them found a table together.

Hermione's behavior towards Harry had changed dramatically since they'd started having sex. It wasn't so obvious to Harry, who was somewhat oblivious about these things, but Ginny could see. She could see how Hermione tensed when Harry approached her and how her eyes would follow him as he walked. She saw how Hermione seemed to hang onto his every word now. She was infatuated.

Really? Harry was skeptical.

Ginny called to mind several memories to help her case. Last night, when Harry and Ginny had gotten into a conversation with Katie about the upcoming quidditch match against Ravenclaw (their final match for the season, and one that would determine if they won the Quidditch Cup). Normally, Hermione would tune out these sorts of discussions, but this time Hermione had listened with seemingly rapt attention as Harry analyzed the Ravenclaw team- laughing at every line he dropped.

Ginny hadn't been the only one who had noticed. Ron couldn't seem to stand any interaction between them and made a point of aggressively ignoring them. Katie had also noticed. The athletic brunette had taken to sitting with them more often once Demelza had joined their clique, and had after observing how Ginny, Hermione, and Demelza interacted with him had cuffed him good-naturedly and teased him about becoming a ladies man.

Ginny had a point, Harry realized. Of course I do. Harry didn't notice it at the time- of course you didn't. But it was somewhat obvious in hindsight.

Am I treating Hermione any differently? Harry asked her.

Ginny thought on it. It wasn't as obvious, because Harry was already quite considerate to her, but she did spot some slight tells. You told her she looked lovely this morning, and there were a few times where you looked quite besotted with her.

Ah. That was a little out of character of him. He'd even been nervous about complimenting Ginny's appearance for fear of making her uncomfortable before she'd disabused him of that ridiculous notion.

"Kind of surprising to see the golden trio working separately." Susan noted.

"Yeah it is." Harry agreed.

"Ron's being a prat again?" She guessed.

Harry sighed, he didn't want to reveal the real reason why Ron was ignoring him, but he also didn't want to talk badly about him.

"Oh, I see." Susan realized.

"What? What do you see?" Harry was confused.

"Oh. I'm just guessing that Ron might not be happy about a certain arrangement that you neither confirm nor deny is happening." Susan remarked flippantly.

That is shockingly close to the mark. Ginny commented. The girl was ridiculously savvy. When Harry had broached the topic of Katie's dating life, Susan smirked. "I'm sure that this is perfectly innocent curiosity." She had teased him. Harry felt a fluttering in his stomach at Susan's indulgent grin.

"Of course." He managed "You know me, perfectly innocent and all."

Susan giggled, and again Harry's stomach fluttered. "Well, since you're so innocent, I don't feel too bad about telling you that Katie and Connor were just a fling. I'm pretty sure she's not interested in anything long term at the moment."

Wait, so she was just shagging him? Ginny seemed… impressed. In that case, I think you're in luck. I'd bet she'd jump at the opportunity to get on our seeker's D.

Something wasn't quite right with that, Harry thought. Except we're not looking for a shag, we're looking for a real connection.

And a shag.

Err, right. But my point is, if she doesn't want anything serious... it isn't going to work.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Harry.

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Harry joined Hermione in a study session after lunch, and he got his answer about her behavior in class. Hermione help out or a few minutes while they studied in silence, before her willpower broke.

"Harry, I don't think I can focus properly with you… like that." She gestured towards him.

"Like what?" Harry asked.

Hermione was blushing deeply. "Just. Being there. You distract me."

"Is that why you didn't partner with me in Charms?" Harry asked.

"Well, it's more than just that." She elaborated "When you do magic, or err engage in sexual activity, I can feel it."

"My magic?"

"Yes. And it's very distracting. I didn't want to have to deal with that while practicing spells."

"Do you think if we had sex, it would help you refocus?" Harry asked plainly, placing a hand on Hermione's knee.

"Maybe. It's worth a shot." If Hermione was being honest with herself, it hadn't actually worked yesterday. Somehow, she'd left just as keyed up as before, even though she'd orgasmed magnificently. Hermione's eyes locked with his, and Harry could see her desire, a mirror of his own.

He favored her a crooked smile. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

Hermione tackled him as soon as they were in the study lounge, her lips latching onto his, and her body molding against him. Harry met her with equal vigor. He pushed her back so that she was pinned to the wall and began kissing down her neck. Hermione obliged, wrapping her legs around his waist and undulating her hips against his.

"Oh yes." She moaned. "Oh god yes."

Mmmmh, fuck.

Ginny, are you masturbating? In class?

In fact, she was. Her fingers were wound under her panties rubbing up and down her slit. She didn't appear to be trying to cum, just teasing herself. For now at least.

No one can see it. Except Demelza, but she's sort of with us, so she won't tell. Its under the desk, and I have a notice me not and silencing charm cast.

On your pussy? Harry asked dryly.

Besides, its history of magic, no one cares.

Harry was drawn for their conversation by Hermione, who'd begun ripping his shirt open. Hmm, that gave him an idea.

He spun them around and let Hermione down on top of the desk. She stood to rejoin him, but Harry held up his wand. "Exui vestes."

"What?" Hermione questioned the unfamiliar spell, but it quickly became clear what its function was. One by one Hermione's clothes began to remove themselves from her body. Knots were unknit, buttons undone, and fabric removed. It was a slow methodical process, one that could have easily been stopped before it began by a finite.

Hermione softly moaned as Harry's magic softly caressed her body. It coiled around her, warm and gentle as it flowed over her. Her jaw went slack, goosebumps rose across her body, and Hermione felt like she'd melt.

Harry took the opportunity to undress himself, enjoying the show that his spell had created. His eyes kept returning to her breasts, when her uniform shirt had been removed, and particularly when her bra came off. Harry couldn't help but bring his hands to her breasts, cupping and stroking the supple flesh.

You love groping those massive tits, don't you Harry? Ginny purred. Admit it, you're can't get enough of them.

You seemed to be a tad obsessed with them yourself, Gin. Harry bantered.

Only because of you! Ginny asserted. I'm obsessed with how you feel about them. How your cock just tingled when her bra came off. How you sneak looks at her chest from time to time, even though you feel guilty, you just can't help it. How you've been doing that since third year.

She had him pegged alright. Did you ever doubt that? Ginny teased.

Harry was once again drawn from their conversation by Hermione, who'd notice his prolonged attention to her breasts. "Do you like them, Harry?" She asked.

"Yes." Harry hummed "Very much so."

"More than Ginny's?"

Instantly, both Harry and Ginny knew the answer. Harry loved Ginny's breasts, they were so incredibly sexy to him, just as the rest of her body was. But they couldn't captivate Harry the way Hermione's could. Hermione seemed to know it too, if her somewhat cocky look was anything to go by.

"Yes." Harry groaned. The admission sparked an intense wave of arousal in Ginny. The redhead doubled over and let out a squeak, as she almost came. Demelza began coughing loudly, attempting to cover for her. Luckily, her notice me not charm seemed to be holding.

Hermione seemed to be just as pleased, if her smirk was anything to go by. She'd spent so much of her life doubting herself. Doubting that any bloke would be interested in a plain bookworm. Doubting that either of her friends would notice that she was actually a girl. Doubting that she had what it took to bond to Harry as Ginny had.

All of those doubts had been annihilated quite spectacularly as she and Harry had begun their sexual relationship. She had found herself doing things… saying things, that she never could have imagined herself doing before. How brazen had she been the other day? They had been walked in on by Ron, and so soon afterwards she had returned to the same room, stripped, and waiting to spring a threesome on Harry?

Some of it was that she was so… so horny she couldn't help it. But she knew that part of the change was her, the insecurities that had been holding her back were gone now. She felt… free. She could do whatever so wanted. She could do anything.

"Harry." Hermione purred, suddenly full of confidence. Harry swallowed "How about you take that penis of yours" Her hand gripped his shaft assertively "And fuck me."

Harry moaned. "Oh 'Mione. I- fuck." She'd turned the tables on him. Unless…

Harry grabbed his wand. "Protection." He reminded her. "Fertilis praesidium."

"O-o-o-o-o-ooooh." Hermione whimpered. Harry had aimed the spell roughly at her clitoris and instead of feeling somewhat cool as the spell normally did, his magic ran through her clit like an electric current. The spell circled around her channel, winding upwards before splitting into two and pooling deep within her.

Hermione's knees buckled and she staggered to the floor. With effort, she used the desk for leverage to prop herself back up. Her eyes were dark, she was shaking with desire and her chest heaved from her heavy breathing.

Harry didn't notice the wand in her hand until it was too late. "Expelliarmus! Incarcerous!"

Harry flew back into the bed, his wand clattering to the floor. Moments later ropes bound his hands and feet. "Hermione!" Harry squawked irately.

His cock was bobbing from the force of her disarming spell, and Hermione couldn't resist taking it in her hand. His breath caught, and the rebellion in Harry's eyes immediately disappeared as she her hand closed around his shaft. He looked up into her eyes as was taken aback by what he saw- pure animalistic lust. She was looking at him like he was a piece of meat, her hair was wild, and her chest was still heaving.

Without any further warning, Hermione mounted him. She didn't hesitate to slam her hips down on him, sheathing him within her in one stroke. The brunette let out a low, satisfied groan "Ooooooh yes. That's what I needed." She set a hard rhythm, bring her hips up to jerk them back downwards roughly. Their skin made a soft smacking noise as she slammed her body against his, and she was letting out moans and huffs of exertion.

Harry's attention was immediately drawn to her breasts, which jiggled with each of her thrusts. "You're a fucking bastard Harry." Hermione moaned "You- uh huh- you fucking tease. When a witch asks you to fuck her you should just do it– uhhng oh - not tease her, again."

"Duly noted." Harry moaned. "I shouldn't have teased you. I just wanted to-"

"Drive me crazy!" Hermione finished. "Well you've been driving me crazy this entire week! And its not fucking- oh, oh FUCK!" She shoved herself down on him violently as she came, and her inner walls gripped him insistently with each withdrawal. Her profanity was such an insane turn on to Harry. Knowing that he had driven her to speaking so foully… Harry couldn't help it, he was cumming too.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!" Hermione cursed in time with the waves of Harry's orgasm. With each pump from his cock, her voice grew more high pitched, until Harry's orgasm ran dry.

His cock continued to twitch weakly inside of her as he softened. "Oh no you don't." Hermione purred "Ginny!"

The redhead didn't need any further prompting. She was fingering herself in… a broom cupboard now? How had she gotten there? Regardless, as soon as he linked up fully with Ginny, his cock re-awakened.

Hermione went back to work, and if anything, she was even wilder. She was looking down at him now, ogling his body even as she continued to rant to him. "I used to look down on people, who -huh- were really into sex." She grunted. "Last year, Lavender and Pavarti were-uhhng- talking about what your cock might look like. I thought they were so small minded."

"But you made me a-aah- fucking hypocrite!" She seethed. "I can't stop thinking about your -fuck!- cock! Or the rest of you!" Her thrusting was speeding up again as her voice got more heated. "I think about you when I'm studying. I think about you in class. I- fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Hermione came again, but she didn't even pause. She continued to take her sexual frustration out on Harry. Her arousal was leaking onto him, coating his thighs and abdomen. "Harry. You're going to cum in me again." She told him. "I can feel it, building in your c-oooock."

"Yeah." Harry moaned.

Finally, Hermione noticed his gaze, her hands went up to cup her breasts. "How long have you -uh- noticed my breasts, Harry?"

"Since third year." He grunted "You fell in the lake. You were wearing a T-shirt. It clung to your body."

"If I had taken you-uhhng- to an abandoned classroom -oh- and showed them to you, what would you have done?"

"Anything you wanted." Harry said earnestly.

Hermione's movements had become erratic again, her hands were now gripping his chest for leverage. Harry was getting close, but he wasn't quite ready, and she knew it. "You're going to cum in me Harry. Come on! Fucking cum in me! Fill my pussy up with your seed! Cum in me! Cu-uuuuh! OOOOOOH!"

Harry tipped over the edge just as Hermione did, and the synchronicity of their orgasms propelled her even further. "YES! Fucking cum! CUM! Cum in me!" She shouted, rutting against him aggressively. Her nails dug into his chest as her entire body was clenched in rhythm. It seemed to never end, Harry's magic acting as fuel to the fire within her.

When she finally came down, her body slumped, exhaustion catching up to her. Panting heavily, she settled into bed, cuddled into Harry's side.

"Errr 'Mione, would you mind untying me?" Harry asked.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped "Sorry! Of course." She grabbed her wand and reversed her binding spell. "Are you okay?"

Harry smiled. "I'm brilliant. C'mere." Hermione obliged, settling into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… I just lost control." She apologized, trying to not get worked up again by feeling his body against her, his strong arms wrapping securely around her.

"Don't be sorry. That was so hot." He told her. "You are so sexy."

Hermione blushed, and she could feel parts of her awakening again. Calm down Hermione, isn't orgasming three times enough for you? She told herself, but then realized No. She was done feeling ashamed of what she wanted, of feeling insecure about her body.

"Harry." She purred, rubbing her body against his. She reached for his shaft, and finding it still hard. "I want more. I just can't get enough."

Harry got on his knees, kneeling above her. "Let me take care of you." He murmured. He kissed up her thigh, then inwards, closer and closer to her core.

"Oh please." She whined "I-that sounds lovely, but I really just want your cock."

"Trust me." He told her softly "I have a hunch." And with that his he began to worship her. His tongue dragged up and down her slit, avoiding her clit.

"Ooooh. Harry. Are you sure? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Harry paused, and looked up at her. "Talk to me. Uh, tell me about the last fantasy you had about me, or something." Dirty talk. Hermione realized.

Harry resumed his attentions, kissing and licking at her softly, while still avoiding her clit. "Uhhh, so it was when I was in the shower this morning." She began.

"And I'd thought what it'd be like if we could take a shower together. Oh my god please." His tongue had just grazed her clit, the bolt of pleasure it caused momentarily overwhelmed her. She wasn't going to last long, Hermione realized.

"A-uuhh." She fumbled "And I thought- thought of us, we were uh oh AH!" His lips were now caressing her clit, and then he began to suck down on it gently. "OH! AH! HARRY!" He withdrew, leaving Hermione frustrated and panting.

"Continue." Harry said, and Hermione realized his game. He wanted to see how long she could remain coherent.

Harry went back down on her, kissing along her slit, before returning to that sensitive nub. "We were-" Hermione tried, her voice straining "We were-oooooh- helping each other clean. I was stroking your chest, and your abs, and your cock!" She gasped. In desperation, Hermione twined her fingers through Harry's hair, pushing him into her. At the same time, she bucked her hips, grinding her core against his mouth.

Her orgasm tore through her, not as strong as her last three, but still overwhelming enough to make her cry out. "OH! Yes! YES! Yes HARRY!" as she ground her pussy against his face, spreading her arousal over his lips, nose, chin, and cheeks.

Harry maintained steady suction on Hermione's clit until she collapsed into the bed limply. Then he started over, licking and kissing around her pussy and at her slit, warming her up again.

Haltingly, Hermione continued her story. She described how their hands travelled across each other's body's. How he massaged her breasts, how she felt up his bum, how he stroked her pussy. Then she told him how she imagined them having sex, he'd bend her over, she'd find purchase against the wall, and he would pound into her until they both came.

It took considerably longer for her to find her peak this time, and by the time she was finished, she was close and getting desperate. Hermione struggled for something else to say. "Oh Harry! Your mouth feels so good on my clit! It feels- it feel fucking perfect!" She moaned unabashedly "Is this how blowjobs feel for you?"

Harry pulled his head up, and Hermione nearly sobbed in want at the denial, until he quickly rectified the situation by bringing a finger to her clit, rubbing it idly. Hermione felt like she'd been put on pause "Well, blowjobs feel better for me than oral does for Ginny, but then again she isn't the biggest fan of oral." He lowered himself back down, and his lips and tongue were back to manipulating her clit.

In that moment Hermione couldn't believe anything felt better than what Harry was doing to her right now, except for of course that moment when Harry came inside of her. She was suddenly very much looking forward to sharing physical sensations with him.

Somehow Harry knew exactly how to bring her to the edge, he knew how much pressure or suction to give her, how fast or slow to go. Hermione found herself careening towards orgasm. Her hands once again gripped his hair as she humped his face. This was it, she was so close, so close… "HARRYYY!"

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Dumbledore was not sure what to make of Harry Potter. When the boy had blatantly refused to promise to not pursue the ritual, Dumbledore could only assume that he was planning on following through with it- sooner or later.

It was possible that they weren't planning on conducting the ritual in the near term. After all, it was a large step for a young couple to take, and there wasn't much point to performing the ritual unless they were confident that they had all seven willing partners.

Dumbledore had noticed that the room of requirement had become a common meeting place for Harry and his friends. It was by far the best, and quite possibly only place in the castle where they could safely conduct the bonding ritual. However, the wards he had placed there did not trip on the night of the new moon.

Harry and Ginny frequently sought out private time together throughout the day, but that was consistent with Harry's admission that he and Ginny were embracing their relationship while they had the time.

Their weekly meeting the Tuesday following the new moon did not shed much light on the situation. Harry didn't bat an eye when asked about the ritual, but also didn't budge on his position from last week. Dumbledore was tempted to look deeper into his mind than just the stray thoughts he could pick up passively, but didn't want to further alienate the boy. Not having his cooperation would make things… quite difficult.

Legally, he could prevent Harry from conducting the ritual. He was a minor on the property of the school. The problem was that sexual magics were, on the whole, fully illegal in Britain. Any official action would obligate him to inform the ministry. That would lead to slander the name of the Wizarding World's savior and potentially put him in Ministry custody and out of Dumbledore's control. He doubted that the violation would land Harry in Azkaban, or result in any true punishment. In fact, he suspected the Scrimgeour would happily push Harry to be involved in the war effort as much as possible, which Dumbledore imagined Harry would see as a positive, if anything.

Even worse, Tom might be able to piece together the publicly available information and glean that they knew about his horcruxes, and possibly even that he had inadvertently made Harry into one. Frankly, that would be a disaster.

No, he needed to handle this discreetly, certainly not through official channels. If he couldn't convince Harry to give up on this path, then… other measures would have to be taken. He was acutely aware, however, that he had a narrow window of opportunity. Harry would have much more freedom once he was of age, and it would be nearly impossible to act while he was in school and surrounded by friends- not without raising alarm and alerting the Ministry and Tom that something was afoot.

So it was when he was with his aunt and uncle, when Harry was isolated from his friends and the world at large, where it would be easiest to force the boy's hand. A plan had already formed in his mind, one he hoped he wouldn't need to put into action. He'd need the cooperation from the order- though the few people who knew about this, the better. Severus was the best option- he had nearly unparalleled skill with the mind magics, and Dumbledore no doubt he would leap at this opportunity.

Dumbledore frowned and shook his head nearly imperceptibly, he hoped it would not come to that.