Lessons in Love

Luna's discovery had proven invaluable. They no longer needed to sneak through the corridors to gain privacy. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Susan all used the room of requirement to create magically obscured doors linking their dorms and the room.

Okay, even Hermione would admit that they had mostly use the discovery to facilitate shagging, though Hermione had found the easy access to the Room's collection of books quite useful. Tonight though… tonight they were actually doing something important.

Okay, it really was just more shagging, but this was shagging for a purpose! She'd gone through every detail to make sure the room was perfect. It wasn't just about the runes (though those certainly had taken time to set up properly), she wanted the atmosphere to be right. After all, Harry had done much the same for their first time.

She gone through several iterations before settling on something small, warm, and cozy. She eventually settled on a thick shag carpet, queen sized bed and loveseat. A small fireplace was placed in one corner, which cast the rest of the room in shadow. She'd taken care to dress herself for the occasion as well- summoning up red nightgown that was… minimalistic. She was all to aware of the many patches where her skin was exposed to cool air, and it thrilled her.

"Wow, you put a lot of thought into this."

Hermione whirled around, to find Harry taking the room in appreciatively. Perhaps knowing he'd just be distracting her, he'd given her the time to set up the runes for the ritual herself. Hermione was glad for that foresight, because the instant she laid eyes on him her body lit up. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as the buzz of pleasure and rush of heat spread across her skin. Blood rushed southward, flushing her skin and leaving her lightheaded.

"Do you like it?"

He regarded her for a moment, gauging the seriousness of her question. "I love it." He finally declared "Thank you for, er, you know, setting this up. You really didn't have to-"

"You did."

"But I appreciate it."

"Well, it's certainly nice to be appreciated. A girl could get used to that."

"Believe me. I appreciate you, all of you." His tone both affectionate and naughty, and when one of his arms wrapped around her waist, it sent tingles up her spine.

He shot her a crooked smile "Are you ready, 'Mione?" Merlin, the effect he had on her, especially when she was doped up on his magic. Everything about him struck chord within her body that drove her wild. Just his presence could distract her. God, she wanted him. She wanted it all.

"Yes." She hissed, eyes roving hungrily over his body. He was wearing casual clothes, but that didn't matter to her. She knew what lay underneath his T-shirt. Her eyes traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and she knew what it meant. A low moan escaped her. God, she was… was… a slut.

That word, even privately thought, triggered another surge of electric pleasure that raced across her body and settled in her core. It was a word she so long maligned, and even in a few of her weak moments mentally applied less than charitably to certain other girls. It was so wrong, so paradoxically it was equally as titillating.

Harry swept her away in a deep kiss, and their bodies pressed together. When they parted, she was left panting and with hooded eyes, and though she was dizzy with desire, she wasn't ready to relinquish control yet. If she was a slut, maybe she should start acting like one… whatever that meant for her.

Without a second thought, Hermione snatched her wand and shot an incarcerous at Harry. It wasn't the first time she pulled that move, but it had proven so effective at changing the power dynamic that Hermione was eager to try it again.

Harry fell backwards as ropes wrapped around his arms and legs, and a bed appeared conveniently to catch him. "Again?" Harry protested weakly. His eyes though, gave him away. He wanted this.

"Oooooh, yes." Hermione purred, walking up to him and patting his crotch faux placatingly. She then vanished his clothes and surveyed her prize like a huntress that had just bagged a prime bull. She didn't know where to look- his face, where his expression was a mix of rebelliousness and curiosity, or perhaps the tensing muscles of his upper body as he tested out his bonds, or -she licked her lips- his eagerly trembling penis. I can do whatever I want to him, she realized, and her body was flooded with a sudden heat and her core clenched needily. Anything. He's all mine. Mine. Mine.

Her mind reeled with the possibilities. She wanted to taste him, mark his skin with her teeth. She wanted to press her body against his, skin on skin. Her cunt was begging to just hilt him in it… and no doubt that would be satisfying, but it would also be over. She'd cum, he'd come, the ritual would be complete.

No, instead, her mind settled on a comment Luna had made the other day.

'You know, your boobs are big enough that you could probably jerk Harry off with them.' She'd told her completely out of the blue. Hermione hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now…

She knew how much Harry liked her boobs, after all.

Harry was still grumbling about being tied up, so Hermione shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Honestly Harry, I would silence you, but then I wouldn't get to hear you moan."

"Come on Her-" The words died on Harry's lips when Hermione let her nightgown drop, revealing her nude form to him. His cock twitched suddenly in a way that made her want to ravish it. Overall, she was quite pleased that she could still render such a reaction from him.

She delicately took his shaft in hand, once again savoring the feel of him, soft skin around firmness, and his magic, surging desperately through his shaft, begging to be let loose. Her touch drew a quiet sound of the barest moan from him- he was absolutely entranced by her, his eyes never leaving her chest. With a teasing smile, she bent down and placed him in her cleavage.

Harry's eyes went wide as he realized what she had planned for him, and Hermione's smile only grew. "You're so pent up, Harry." She told him sympathetically. "I can tell. You're staring at us more, when you think you can get away with it." She'd been secretly thrilled whenever she caught him sneaking a peak at her chest, but maybe she shouldn't be so secretive about it… maybe she could flaunt it a bit?

"I don't know what it is 'Mione." Harry whined "I just can't get enough any more. Even after sex… there isn't relief, not for long. It just comes back. Its frustrating."

This time some real sympathy rose up in Hermione. The bond must have something to do with that, perhaps magic was boosting his sex drive. "Well, lets see if I can help with that." She replied cheekily. With that, she pressed her breasts together so that they completely encased his shaft.

It was a bit awkward at first, getting the rhythm right, but she found that it was unexpectedly titillating, engulfing him within her cleavage, feeling his pulsing shaft against her. She had an excellent view of his body, and the tensing of his muscles from his perhaps instinctive attempts to break free and no doubt ravish her were a treat to her eyes.

Best of all were Harry's reactions- the look of lust on his face as he watched him disappear and emerge from her cleavage. And then there were his moans, which started soft and hesitant, but were rising in both pleasure and frustration. She made sure to draw it out, making sure to keep him just not quite at the edge, and the torment was obviously wearing him down.

Finally, Harry broke and began to use what little range of movement he had to thrust upward, grunting deeply with each thrust. Hermione retaliated by quickly retrieving her wand and casting an immobilizing jinx at Harry's hips, locking them in place.

"Hermione!" Harry cried out in frustration, and it was music to her ears.

"Poor Harry." She cooed, wetting her hands with the arousal dripping down her thighs. She wrapped one around his shaft, yanking it firmly. "Are you getting close, baby?"

"Oh god, yes." Harry moaned "Fuck!"

Hermione could tell from the feel of his magic- urgent, spiking, and almost searingly intense- that he was telling the truth. She showed his manhood no mercy, tugging at it with abandon. He was completely out of control now, the animal part of him that he kept chained up inside was unleashed, but ironically there was very little he could actually do.

She'd read enough about it, but what she wanted to do was still quite the risk, but if it worked she'd surely be a legend among witches everywhere. She didn't want to overdo it on the first try, though. Cautiously, she used a finger to probe at his arsehole.

Harry reacted in the most delicious way imaginable, he squeaked, and froze with a look somewhere between arousal and horror on his face, but that look only lasted for a moment. She rubbed at the entrance, and the stimulation was enough to push him over the edge. His voice broke as he cried out, and his entire body shuddered. His cock quaked, even in the vicelike grip of her hand, and erupted. His body seized as if his every muscle was working to eject his seed.

The explosion of magic was so intense that it left spots in her eyes. She could feel it buffeting body like waves. His cum arced and splattered across her forehead, covering her eyes and sticking in her hair and leaving a trail down her face. She was assaulted by the scent of his seed just as much as its magical potency, as that first shot was followed by another, and another.

He seemed to be purging all of his sexual frustration, and releasing it as his… well, release. Soon, Hermione's face was coated in his essence, and her every breath brought with it the intoxicating smell of him. It was practically drugging her. Her tongue swept across her lips of its own accord, and Hermione couldn't help but moan as magic popped and crackled along her tongue.

Time seemed to blur for both of them. Until Harry finally went limp, collapsing back into bed. Hermione, on the other hand was shuddering. Her face was almost entirely covered, and his semen was painted her breasts and ran down her stomach, lighting trails of fire across the skin it touched.

It was a truly ludicrous amount of cum, and she was nearly overloaded by the level of magic she'd just been blasted with. He was so powerful, she could barely handle it. Around them, the runes had lit up, just as they had for Harry and Ginny a month ago, and the colors had begun to rise in the air. It was almost done.

She looked down at her own hand, still gripping Harry's cock and covered in his cum. She lifted her hand and observed how his cum clung and strung between her fingers, and she could swear that she could see the magic just as she could see it around them, faint wisps of color coming off her hand like smoke. She moaned, as lust surged deep within her once again.

"Fuck." Hermione hissed, delirious. She caressed her body, rubbing his seed in as if it were lotion and moaning at the resulting rush of warm pleasure. Her hands circled her breasts, then sliding down her stomach and then her thighs. With hooded eyes, she looked back to Harry- still tied up, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily. His eyes were glued to her own body, soaking in the show she'd been inadvertently putting on for him. His cock was soft, having dribbled the last few drops of his cum onto his stomach, but his eyes still glimmered with a sort of exhausted arousal.

"Fuck baby, you look so bloody sexy, like that." She cursed. He looked so perfect, and she could feel the magic between them rising in the air, she couldn't resist any longer. It only took a few moments of rubbing her clit to topple over the edge.

It wasn't how she'd pictured the bonding to happen. She figured it'd be a bit more… traditional. Then again, they weren't exactly a traditional couple. Perhaps it was fitting that things had taken such an unexpected turn.

Around them, the multicolored lights exploded outward, sending out another shockwave of magic through the castle and beyond. The ropes binding him dissolved amidst the magical onslaught.

Even through the pleasure of her orgasm, she could feel it. The ritual. She could feel her mind becoming entangled with Harry's, she could feel his body, she could feel the pool of his magic-humming and alive within him, and beneath all of that she could feel him- his sense of self, his dreams, desires, fears, his inner life.

He was beautiful.

The process of linking with him defied all description, so incomprehensibly intimate that Hermione would consider trying to explain how it felt almost sacrilegious. It…they, just were.

She didn't notice at first, but she'd started to cry. It was too much, it was too good. And instant later, Harry's arms were around her.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." She murmured like a prayer, as she clung to him.

I love you too. Harry told her through their newfound link. Then, he went a step further.

He showed her.

They spent at least an hour cuddling, reveling in their new connection, and bringing each other to orgasm several more times, and then enjoyed long hot shower together. When Harry and Hermione finally began to head back to their dorms through the passageway the room provided, they were intercepted by Ginny. Hermione wasn't sure what to expect from the redhead, but Harry mentally reassured her. Ginny wasn't upset, not even remotely.

"It worked!" She burst out giddily, relief palpable in her voice. "It worked!" She flung herself at Harry, kissing him and giving Hermione the unexpected (albeit indirect) experience of enthusiastically kissing a girl. Ginny pulled back, and with a cheeky grin, launched herself at Hermione. The breath left her lungs at the force of Ginny hug, but the redhead wasn't done yet. Without any hesitation, she pulled back a fraction and brought her lips to Hermione's for a split second kiss.

It was over in a flash, and both girls just stared at each other for a long moment.

Harry chuckled, because he could feel how each of them felt about that kiss. Hermione didn't seem to swing that way, but Ginny on the other hand…

"Uh, sorry." Ginny finally mumbled "I got carried away."

"Its alright. I mean, I get it." Hermione smiled encouragingly. "It worked."

"Yeah." Ginny's smile returned in full force, bright enough to light up the whole room. "It worked. It's going to work."

We're going to save you, Harry. The emotion behind Ginny's words was strong enough that Hermione could hear them too.