Chapter 9: Expectations

"Nymphadora " began the wizened old wizard. He had just arrived at Grimmauld Place when the young witch asked to talk to him in private. She looked harried

and flushed, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He smiled at her in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

"I do not believe that Harry needs training. Indeed, most likely he just needs time to recover from seeing a fellow student killed in front of him. And

he should be able to enjoy what is left of his childhood before worrying about anything. No, at this time it would be best that we just let him be."

"Professor " his counterpart began slowly - she was utilizing whatever shreds of self control she had at this point not to deck the old man. Maybe her

self control was strained because of the fact that she disagreed what the Order was doing to Harry and the outright dismissal by their leader was driving

that point home. Maybe it was because he used her first name. Maybe it was because she just had to watch for two and a half hours as Harry shagged a pair

of twin sisters, who actually had a bit of resemblance to her, if you squinted, into unconsciousness, followed shortly by their mother and then his best

friend, voyeuristic self gratification simply paled in comparison, and the old coot Was... Up! She had a good idea which one it was, but thinking about

it didn't make it better - at all. She all but scripted this and this had to work. One more week of guard duty like this and she might be coming onto Sirius

as well, not just Remus.

"I have seen the way his family has treated him, we all have." She held up her hand when the Headmaster made to interrupt. "No, let me finish! There's

no point in arguing about the past, what's important is what happens now. Harry is a good guy - that he didn't eviscerate Fudge after his screw-ups with

Sirius AND the Triwizard Tournament is proof of that. But he's been left alone since then - since he watched a friend die in front of him because he was

too weak to save him. Or so he thinks. What happens when a powerful wizard like him, left to stew in anger and feeling depressed, decides that what he

lacked was power, and maybe gets a taste for it?"

Seeing the man hesitate, she knew she had him. She almost grinned. Onward!

"He experienced a number of things men twice his age haven't, especially in his more recent past, and staying at and around Private Drive with the way

things are might wear him out at some point. Everyone has a point of no return, where they can't keep on going the way they had, and while we might not

have seen Harry's, it is there. I just want to be there so I am around before that happens, and maybe give him a hand, or two, and teach him how adults

deal with pent-up emotions."

Dumbledore had closed his eyes, rubbing his eyes in a sad, collective fashion, completely unaware that the other occupant of the room was utilizing all

her metamorph talents not to end up on the floor in stitches due to the purposefully applied doses of double entendre.

Oh, wait until I show Sirius this memory. This is too good.

The reply came after nearly a minute of silence. "You wish to teach him how to fight, I take it?"

"A bit, yes. But that's not the main point. I just want to make sure he invests his abilities in worth-while causes, things that pay off over time, you

know." Things that keep giving and giving and.. "..and maybe teach him a few tricks he doesn't know, it's not like it'll hurt" in a bad way "..anybody."

He gave off a sigh, and, his eyes finally opening, gave a nod. "You are right, of course. Then, Nymphadora, you are in charge of Harry well-being. Please

take care of him where this old man cannot."

Watching her all but skipping out of the room, he leaned back in his seat with a small smile. Watching someone so happy, nearly glowing from the chance

to help a small child, proved just how much selfless good there still was in people.. proved that this fight was a fight worth fighting for.

Purple eyes looked over the heavily expanded backpack carefully.

A full change of clothes? As in 'one'? Check.

Shrunken toys? Check.

Stamina potions lifted from the Order HQ? After being worked up for two weeks during guard duty what would now follow will have at least one of them needing

those. Check.

Enough preserved food and drinks to last two people for two weeks? Check.

Message to the DMLE that she was coming down with something big and might be back in a week? Check.

Ropes, blindfold, and an extra large invisibility cloak for any public events? Did say I was going to teach him a few tricks. Check.

Perfect.

She smiled outwardly. Inwardly she was laughing in a way that would have frightened Voldemort.

Now he was all hers! By the orders of one of the most powerful people on the planet, no less!

She absentmindedly reversed a few joints in her right arm and patted herself on the back. Tonks, girl, you're a genius.

One crack later, and she was gone.

The next morning, Harry woke up to the shaking of his shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes, getting a look at Hermione as she sat up in bed next to him.

"Ah... Harry? We need to talk," she said. Despite his social, well... Retardation, Harry was a man. And all men have an instinctual feeling of dread when

they hear those words.

Except for Gordon Brittas but those are extraordinary circumstances as any viewer of British sitcoms will tell you. Which Harry couldn't as he didn't watch

a lot of TV, therefore he was ignorant of that particular pop culture reference.

"About?" Harry asked, sitting up to look her in the eyes. Hermione blushed and looked away.

"I've... I've been doing some thinking," she said. "And, well... You really should stop having so much sex."

Harry blinked. "I... What? But last night-"

"Last night I had lost count of my orgasms," Hermione murmured, blushing rather cutely. "Now I'm a little more clear headed..."

"Well, why?" Harry asked. "It's not hurting anyone."

"Harry, what if you catch an STD?" Hermione asked.

"We do have access to magical medicine, Hermione. Besides, it's not like I haven't had protection," Harry insisted.

"Really?"

"... I tryed it a few times," Harry said with a shrug. Hermione scowled.

"A few?"

"Well... They keep breaking," Harry confessed.

"Darling, is there a reason you've been spending so much time in the bathroom lately?" Mr. Tylor called.

"Um... Just some feminine issues, dear!" Ruth Tylor called back. "God, how can he shoot that much? It's like a bleeding firehose...!"

"What was that?"

"Nothing darling!"

"I can see how," she mumbled. She shook her head clear of those distracting thoughts and gave Harry a very intent look.

"But that's just one issue. What if you get someone pregnant?"

"Hermione, why would a girl have sex with me if she didn't have protection? That'd be pretty irresponsible of them, wouldn't it?" Harry asked.

"So you're going to trust them to be responsible for you?" Hermione asked flatly. Harry shrugged.

"Come on Hermione, most of them have husbands... I don't think they're going to forget to use birth control or something. And their daughters are in the

know too, so I don't think I have to worry about it."

"Oh bloody hell," Officer Carver muttered, as the pregnancy test turned blue. She thought it over, then sighed.

"Well, I suppose I have no one but myself to blame..."

"What about committing adultery? You're breaking up marriages!" Hermione tried.

"If a husband can't keep his wife happy, then she shouldn't stay miserable," Harry said. "You wouldn't want to be locked in a loveless marriage would you?"

Hermione stared at him. So far she was zero for three. She supposed that all this "stress relief" had allowed Harry to actually focus and use his brain

more efficiently. Still, she wasn't going to go down without a fight...

Again...

"And are you going to keep this up when you get back to Hogwarts?" She asked. Harry smiled.

"Only if a girl really wants it..."

"Oh for..." Hermione sighed and shut her eyes. Harry reached up and wrapped his hands around her.

"Mione, come on... Nobody's gotten hurt, nobody's getting hurt..."

"It just feels so degrading," Hermione huffed. "It's like you can have all the sex you want without any consequences and women have to hide it!"

"Mione, who are the men in this neighborhood going to kill if they find out?" Harry asked.

"Daddy, why did you buy a shotgun?" Jen asked her father.

"Don't know, just felt like I needed one," Mr. Green replied.

"... Okay, point," Hermione allowed grudgingly. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. Harry smiled.

"Don't be like that, Hermione... I do care about you, you know. No need to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous," Hermione said quickly. Harry stared at her. She flushed.

"Well... Okay, maybe a little..."

"Hermione, you are my best friend," Harry said. "I do, um, love you, you know that right?"

Her cheeks colored and she nodded. "I know... I love you too..." She frowned. "So... If I wanted to date another boy rather than you...?"

"I'd be fine with that," Harry said. Admittedly, he felt a sting of jealousy about it but he kept it down. "I mean, Ron is very-"

"Harry? No," Hermione said flatly. "Not Ron."

"What? What's wrong with Ron?" Harry asked, feeling the need to defend his friend.

"Harry, we have nothing in common aside from you," Hermione said. "We'd never work out."

"Yeah, but you fight a lot..."

"So do you and Draco, and I doubt you want to date him," Hermione pointed out.

"Oh God!" Harry shuddered. He glowered at her. He shook his head. "All right then. No Ron."

"Good."

"... One of the twins...?" Harry offered.

"Harry, if I'm inclined to begin dating someone other than you, trust me, I'll tell you," Hermione said. "At the moment..." She leaned her head against

his shoulder. "I can't really see any reason to try someone else... After all, we haven't even gone on a date."

"No, we haven't," Harry agreed. "Er... About what you said-?"

"Yes Harry, I suppose you can still shag other women," Hermione grumbled.

"If it makes you unhappy, I can stop," Harry said.

"Oh no, it's fine..."

Harry gently turned her to face him and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm... I'm still not happy about it," Hermione said after he broke the kiss.

"I know, I just like kissing you," Harry replied.

"So, you're not going to shag me into changing my opinion of the situation?" Hermione asked.

"No," Harry said, "I'm going to shag you because we'll both enjoy it."

"Just as long as that's clear," Hermione moaned, as she was pushed down onto her back.

Tonks grumbled below. Bloody Granger girl, she was hogging him! Where did she get that stamina anyway, she was a bookworm by all appearances!

Oh well... She'd have her turn. She couldn't stay forever... And if she tried, well, she was an Auror. Not a lot the little bushy haired brat could do

tied up...

On the other hand, hmm... She was kind of hot, and Tonks did have an appreciation for her own sex. Maybe she'd tie her up and let her watch-It'd be educational

for both her and Harry, and really, according to Remus and Sirius you could never separate the two. Loyalty was an admirable thing to the former Hufflepuff...

Though there was no reason not to have some kinky fun about it, Tonks concluded with a grin.

"Now come on... let's get that gorgeous big fucker inside me!"

Harry was so excited, he was shaking. Hermione seemed a lot more calm, but he could see how horny she was from the way she kept looking at his engorged

prick and licking her lips. Hermione lay down on her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs wide. He crawled between them and let himself down on her.

"Fuck me, Harry!", she panted, spreading her legs wide and clinging to him like a leech. "Fuck that long hard prick into my cunt, and make me cum!"

Harry started shoving his rigid cock against her pussy, but all it did was skid up and down through her cream-slick slit. In his eagerness, he couldn't

seem to find her hungry cunthole. They both moaned with impatience and frustration as the fruitless search continued. Finally Hermione reached down, grabbed

Harry's rock-hard cock, and thrust the bloated head into her snug but incredibly juicy cuntal opening.

"There," she panted, "now push! Push hard!"

"Uhhhhh, Mione!" Harry groaned as he shoved into her.

In one long, greedy thrust he sheathed his cock to the balls in her juicy, clinging pussy. He paused to savor the sensation, his prick throbbing made against

every inch of her tightly-gripping little fuckhole. Hermione gurgled with excitement and soaked Harry's prick with hot spurts of cunt-cream.

"Oooooh, Harry! Merlin, that feels soooooo good," she squealed.

"Unnnghhhhh! It sure fuckin' does," he sighed blissfully. "Ohhhhh, you're tight! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Harry started working his cock in and out of her hot clingy cunt, and it didn't take him long to get a good steady rhythm going. He fucked into her hard

and fast, and Hermione eagerly responded by arching her slender hips up, taking Harry's pistoning prick as deep as she could get it, moaning blissfully

as his thick shaft rubbed deliciously up and down over her clit.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhh! Fuck me, Harry! Ummmmmm, that feels soooooo good." she moaned.

"It sure does!" he muttered, staring down at the look of utter bliss on her elfin face. .

He was fucking her ferociously, but Hermione seemed to like it. Harry still couldn't believe all this was happening. Harry kept slamming into the upthrust

slit with his cock, jabbing it as fast and hard as he could in her snug and juicy cunt. Fucking her was even more fun than he'd imagined. As his excitement

grew, he fucked her faster and harder, but she never seemed to mind his roughness. In fact Harry noticed that the harder he fucked her, the more aroused

she seemed to get.

"Am I fucking you too hard, Mione?" he asked, just to be sure.

"Ohhhhhh, no, Baby, I love it!" she gurgled.

As far as Hermione was concerned, it wasn't possible to be fucked too hard. She craved his eager roughness. This morning was way overdue for a good hard

fucking, and gentleness wasn't what she wanted at all, not for the first time today. She needed to be fucked till her teeth rattled, till she couldn't

take any more. She clung to him, hunching her hips up at every powerful thrust, her clinging cunt drenching his pounding prick with endless floods of cream.

"Oooooooooh, Haaaarrrrryyyyyy! Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Hermione wailed.

Harry did just that, pile-driving his long, thick cock deep up into her squirming cunt. It excited him immensely to see how genuinely aroused she was.

No witch he'd ever fucked before had creamed so hot and heavy around his prick as he pounded her so deeply. And she was fucking right back at him, jerking

her hips to his rhythm, arching her slim body hard against his, her tight, clasping cunt taking his huge prick inside her to the balls on every stroke.

Each time he shoved it into her, Hermione squealed with delight and soaked his cock with another molten spurt of cream. Her excitement infected him, and

he snorted with lust and fucked into her even harder, their bodies slapping loudly together. Like two rutting animals, teen wizard and witch went at each

other with snarls and growls and yelps, totally carried away with their wild pleasure.

"Unnhhhh, fuck it to me, Harry, fuck the living shit out of me!" Hermione wailed.

Harry was beyond words. He was concentrating on the pleasure building in his loins, glutting himself on the hot sensations as his cock pistoned in and

out of her tight clasping sheath. He was fucking his squealing bestfriend and maybe girlfriend with lightning speed, making her body shudder with the impact.

He felt her cunt suddenly tightening around his pile-driving cock, just as it had tightened around his finger earlier, and he realized she was coming.

Hermione sobbed in ecstasy as the delicious spasms of climax shook her body. Harry could feel her strong-muscled cunt squeezing his cock almost flat and

soaking it with flood after flood of sizzling come-cream. But he wasn't tempted to come along with her.

He hoped they could go on fucking all morning and maybe allday!

Harry went on stroking her with his cock, reaming her convulsing cunt till she finally went limp and panting. She had a horny smugly grin on her face as

she enjoyed the continuing pumping action of his rock-hard cock. She opened her eyes and looked at him delightedly.

"Harry, your cock's still hard!" she said.

"You bet, Mione," he panted, "And I'm gonna fuck your hot, horny cunt till you faint!"

"Oooohhh, Harry! I sure hope so!" Hermione said eagerly, "but let's try it another way now, okay?"

"Okay," he agreed.

He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but he didn't care. As long as they got to fuck, fine, he didn't care how they did it. She pushed him off her, and

his cream-soaked cock snapped free, dripping and rigid. Hermione rolled onto her elbows and knees and stuck her hot perfect ass out at him.

"Let's try it this way," she giggled. "I think I like fucking doggy-style."

"Yeah, so do I!", Harry grinned.

He knelt behind her and grasped her hips. There wouldn't be any difficulty finding the entrance of her cunt this time. It was right there in front of him,

a cream-oozing little hole at the very center of her luscious-looking pink slit. He fitted the swollen head of his prick about an inch inside, then held

it there, teasing her. Hermione moaned and wriggled impatiently.

"Come on, Harry! Stick that thing in me, dammit!" she wailed.

One climax hadn't even made a dent in her morning need. After last night, this morning she was on fire and she needed several good fuckings to cool that

hot desire. And right now her teasing new boyfriend wasn't helping matters. She whimpered with need as molten juice overflowed her starving cunt and ran

down her thighs. Harry had better get his act together. she thought furiously. And just then, he did.

"Ooooooooh, fuck, shit, uuuuuuuhhhh!" she moaned.

At last he was giving her what she craved, the whole rock-hard length of his swollen cock. She whimpered in ecstasy as he eased it into her, cramming her

full of what she so desperately desired, his thick, throbbing prick. Harry pushed till he was up against her womb, and she soaked his cock with floods

of juice.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, Harry, now fuck me hard with that gorgeous big cock," she sobbed. "give it to me good and deep!"

Harry couldn't believe how horny his bestfriend was this morning. She wasn't in the mood for gentleness or playfulness. She just wanted him to fuck her

brains out. And he was only too happy to oblige. He got a firm grip on her slim curvy hips and immediately began to hammer his prick into her, his flat,

muscular belly slapping loudly against her jiggling ass. Hermione shrieked with delight as she took his thrusts balls-deep into her eager cunt and pressed

her ass back at him for more.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, Harry, fuck it to me," she panted, "fuck me as hard as you can!"

Harry snorted lustily and pounded it to her, knowing by now that she could take everything he had to offer, the harder the better. His demure-looking girlfriend

had a craving for cock, and there was nobody around but him to help her out. The situation suited Harry just fine.

Hermione clawed the bed sheets and creamed helplessly as her lusty bestfriend gave her a teeth- rattling fuck. She was so glad she'd decided to visit him.

It turned out it was just what they both needed.

Now she greedily tightened her cunt around Harry's hammering cock, getting more and more delicious hot friction. She couldn't stop juicing, and the molten

liquid spurted out around his pistoning prick and gushed down her legs. Each deep, savage thrust of Harry's rock-hard cock gave her a powerful blast of

pleasure.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, Harry, fuck me good and hard," she moaned, "fuck me forever."

Harry just wished he could grant that request. He didn't ever want to haul his prick out of her tight sucking cunt. It was deliciously hot and slippery

in there, and the walls of her cunt were like velvet. It was the perfect place to hammer his engorged cock. Each lusty deep thrust gave him a stab of pleasure

that made him groan.

"Awwwww, shit, Mione, it's so fuckin' good," he rasped.

"It sure is," Hermione gurgled as her pleasure mounted and she hurtled toward another orgasm. "Unnnnhhhh, yeah, I'm almost there," squealed Hermione, looking

back over her shoulder at Harry. "Fuck me! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck meeeeeeee!

Harry could feel it. Her cunt was practically flattening his prick, it was so tight, and he knew by now that she always tightened up just before she came.

But this time she was gorging herself on the hot sensations, deliberately postponing her climax. That gave Harry a wicked idea. He loved sneak attacks,

loved surprising and throwing her off guard. He remembered how sensitive her clit was. Still hammering his steel-hard cock in her hungrily squeezing pussy,

he reached down between her thighs, grasped her throbbing joy button between his fingers, and started kneading it. It was just like pressing a button and

launching a rocket.

"Oooooo, shit, unnhhggghhhh!" Hermione screamed, her young body immediately rocking with orgasmic convulsions. "Ooooo, Harry, I'm comiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"

Harry chuckled over the success of his plan, then groaned with pleasure as her hot cunt convulsed around his deeply thrusting cock.

His prick got a violent, juicy massage. But once more he managed to hold off his own orgasm. Harry wasn't finished with his horny bestfriend yet. He was

determined to turn this fuck into a marathon of pleasure.

"Unnnhhhh, fuck, that's so good... so fucking good!" Hermione sobbed.

She was coming hard, and it was taking a long time. It seemed that every orgasm she had this morning was stronger than the last. She had much more lust

stored up while she'd dreamed then she thought. It looked as if his first fuck last night had spoiled her. He'd fucked her so well and she had climax so

much, she couldn't do without a hard cock for very long anymore. Not even a night of sleep.

And Harry was fucking blissfully into her spasming cunt, glutting himself on the delicious sensations. Hermione couldn't believe his stamina. And by the

feel of Harry's rock-hard prick throbbing in her tightly-packed cunt, her virile bestfriend wanted to go another round!

"Good one, Mione?" he asked smugly, when she finally stopped coming,

"Ohhhhhh, Harry! That was fantastic!", murmured Hermione dreamily. Then she gave her pussy a squeeze around his deeply imbedded cock. "Doesn't that thing

ever go soft?"

"Are you complaining, Mione?", laughed Harry, giving her cunt a long, deep grind with his prick.

"Uhhhhhhhh, nooooooo!", Hermione moaned. "I just can't believe my luck, that's all."

"Me either!", grinned Harry.

He kept up a slow rocking motion, fucking his rigid prick in and out of her cunt as she lay with her ass up and her head resting on folded arms. Harry's

knees were starting to hurt a little as the matress beneath the bed sheets started to take their toll. Then he had an idea... a way to fuck that would

be comfortable for both of them.

"Time for another position change, Mione!" he said, giving Hermione's pert ass a playful slap. "Why don't you get on top this time."

"Ohhhhhh, my favorite position!" said Hermione, wriggling her ass back at Harry suggestively.

"I've got a feeling they're ALL be your favorite positions, Mione", smirked Harry.

He whipped his glistening cock from her drooling pussy hole and stretched out on his back. His huge monster cock was stiff as a board and pointing at the

ceiling. It bulged with blue veins, and pearly drops of pre-cum were oozing from his pisshole to trickle down the oily-looking shaft. Hermione eyed Harry's

cock with renewed lust and moaned deep in her throat in horny anticipation.

She crawled over to Harry and straddled him, positioning the juicy, gaping lips of her cunt right over the swollen purple head of Harry's cock. Teasingly

she rubbed her slippery, swollen pussy back and forth over his sensitive cock head, causing Harry to shiver with excitement. Then she pressed her cuntal

opening against the pointed bulb of flesh and sat down on it.

Hermione slid down the long, thick shaft slowly, pausing only when Harry's cock-head pressed against her womb, deep in her belly. Then, with a lusty moan

and a sexy wriggle of her hips, she ground her hungry pussy down fully onto his cock, taking every solid inch until only his big balls were showing. Her

greedy tight cunt was stuffed almost to bursting with Harry's throbbing prick. She soaked his shaft with molten spurts of cream, and Harry lay there glassy-eyed

with bliss, looking up at her and admiring the view.

So far he liked this position best of all. There were so many exciting things he could see. He ogled her cute stiff-nippled round full tits. He watched

her elfin face contort with lust as she felt his cock cramming her cunt and throbbing against every inch of it. He stared at his thick cock as it filled

her cunt and glided to her tight, hot depth, moaning with her as she squirmed her ass down hard to take the last couple of inches. The feelings were so

good, for a moment he became totally lost in them, and only regained his senses when he suddenly became aware that Hermione was wriggling her pussy back

and forth on his cock impatiently.

"Fuck me, Harry!" she whimpered, "Please fuck me! I need it so bad!"

Harry sure was begining to like always horny, hot and available pussies. The housewives and girls of Pivet Drive were all in the same league for sure.

And now that he discovered his hot and horny bestfriend was very much like them, maybe even better, when it came to bedroom matters. With whom he'd already

lost count of how many times he'd gotten himself off since last night. And whom had gotten off so many times in a span of not more then twelve hours that

if she started counting her orgasm, she could reach three digits and still she was desperate for more. She was the hottest and most horniest female he

had ever fucked in the last few weeks since his summer break began. Luckily, he was up for it to satisfy her every need. He wanted to fuck her till he

wore his cock out, if that was possible. Growling lustily, he grabbed her by the waist and started hunching his hips up, hammering his cock up into her

tightly-sucking fuckhole.

"Ooooo, shit, yessss!" she hissed. "That's it, Harry, fuck me good and hard! Fuck me with that big, fat, gorgeous prick!"

Harry loved watching his bestfriend take his cock. She was bouncing up and down on him like crazy, riding his prick like a riding an untamed hippogriff.

Her slim toned young body shook and quivered with ecstasy, her luscious tits jiggling wildly. She screwed her eyes shut and flashed her teeth in a lusty

grimace. Harry felt her molten cream soaking his shaft, and he looked down to see it bubbling out around his deeply-driving cock, coating their pubic area

with a creamy foam as the fury of his pistoning prick whipped her hot cunt-juice into a frothy lather.

"That's so fucking good, Harry," she moaned, "keep doing it to me as hard as you can. I can take it."

She sure could. Harry was amazed that his inocent bookworm bestfriend take such rough fucking, but she seemed to love it. The harder he hammered it into

her, the more excited she got and the more heavily she creamed. His cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it squeezed the thick juices from her tightly-gripping

cunt.

Just thinking about it made Harry grunt with excitement and fuck into her even harder. She was bouncing up and down on his pistoning cock as hard as she

could, her firm full tits shaking and wobbling, her voice hoarse with pleasure as she moaned and squealed in ecstasy. She swayed dizzily, and Harry had

to firm his grip on her waist to keep her from tumbling off him.

"Uuuuuunnngghhhhhhh, Harry! You're fucking me so good!" she sobbed, "so damned good... Merlin, I love your big, fat cock fucking me!"

Her bestfriend was giving her a fantastic non-stop fucking. It was great to know that from now on Harry would be fucking her on a daily and nightly basis.

Well, maybe not so much, but she was sure that many hours from now on, this beautiful cock of his would be inside her tight pussy. And whenever she was

horny, all she had to do was give him the eye and he'd have her on her back, fucking her lights out before you could say, "Hermione is horny".

Right now, her lust was at the boiling point, but Harry's steel-hard cock was about to take care of it. He was spinning out of control, fucking her as

fast and hard as humanly possible, and it was taking her over the edge, into a violent, cunt-searing orgasm. Suddenly, Hermione felt the delicious explosion

tearing through her, and she screamed in ecstasy.

"UUUUHHHHHHH, HARRY! FUCK! OH, FUCK, I'M CUMMMMIIIING! OOOOUUUHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM! FUUUUUUUUCK, MEEEEEEEEEE!", she howled.

"AWWWW, FUCKIN' MERLIN! WHAT A PUSSY! AGGGHHH... YOU GOT ME CUMMING TOO, MIONE!... UUUNNNGGGGHHHHHHH, FUCK! RIGHT UP YOUR TIGHT CUNT!" Harry roared.

He felt her convulsing cunt sucking the thick jizz out of his cock, and he emptied his balls into her womb. Grunting like an animal, Harry arched his back

and slammed his prick, deep up into Hermione's tightly-clutching fuckhole, nailing his bestfriend's cunt hard and fast as jet after jet of morning pent-up

sperm spurted from the tip of his frantically fucking cock.

Harry's sizzling load seemed to make Hermione climax even more intensely as she felt the hot, thick jets fill her quivering cunt, prolonging her wild,

rolling orgasm even further. Wizard and witch rocked and writhed together for long wonderful moments, their bodies wracked with pleasure, until at last,

Hermione collapsed over him and crushing her wonderful and magnific tits on his pects, her lips starting to kiss him with a passion she never knew was

posible...

While the Muggle repelling charms did hold, Harry and Hermione were getting hungry. And, not wanting to have to cook for the entire Dursley family, Harry

went downstairs with Hermione's Post-It notes. It was entertaining to see his horrible relatives keep walking to the kitchen, but then abruptly remember

they had something else to do. Their frustrated, hungry faces elicited no pity from Harry.

Upstairs, Hermione sighed happily as she lay in Harry's bed. Even with her concerns regarding his new popularity, she couldn't deny that the experience

felt good, no, brilliant.

Why didn't I become his girlfriend sooner? She mused.

Wait, I'm not his girlfriend now... Hermione's mind argued.

So? Easily changed. We just ask him, Hermione replied.

And if he says no? Hermione's mind asked.

Why would he? Hermione thought back.

Well, let's face it... We're not exactly heavily stacked... We're not super model level hot... We are rather pushy and bossy...

Oh, right... All that, Hermione thought back. Well, he probably isn't that shallow...

Why would he settle for us? Honestly, I'm just his best friend-

Oh would you stop that?! Hermione's libido flared up. He banged us like a drum until we lost count of our orgasms! He clearly thinks we're attractive enough

to do it, so stop this emo whining and start working on your Kegel exercises!

Hermione's inner debate was put to an abrupt end when her entire body froze as the result of a cast spell. Tonks' face swam into view above her, and she

grinned down at her.

"Wotcher Hermione... Hope you don't mind, but I've been watching Harry shag his way through the neighborhood, and since he doesn't seem too disinclined

to turn down a hot bird, I thought I'd join in. Don't mind, do you?" She asked with a grin.

Yes I do! Hermione thought back furiously. Damnit I want to get shagged again!

"Bloody hell, you lasted longer than any of the other women," Tonks said, pulling Hermione out of the bed and leaning her up against the wall. She grinned.

"You're going to wear him out at Hogwarts, ya know... And don't you deny it, I heard your screams."

Hermione tried to express that she couldn't deny it because she was petrified, but all she managed to do was blink rather angrily. Tonks chuckled.

"Well, I'm sure he won't mind you sharing his bed... Nor sharing yours, there's a trick around the wards," Tonks said with a grin. "Don't you worry though,

I'm not stealing him away... I just thought that since you love to learn, you'd appreciate seeing a more experienced woman with Harry. Lord knows there

are plenty to watch, but none magic, you see?" She draped her invisibility cloak over Hermione, and pulled off her backpack.

"Now, given how he performs, I think I'll just start with something... really hard," she said with a grin...