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"Careful," Harry said as he hugged Hermione from behind, making sure they stayed under the cloak as they stepped into Grimmauld Place. "We can't afford the cloak slipping."

"I … I don't know," Hermione said as she swayed and slowly turned to face him. "It might not be a problem if we stopped to put on some clothes."

Harry chuckled softly as he brought his hands up, caressing her naked breasts, making her shiver, enjoying her nudity, wearing nothing but the heeled shoes he had conjured for her. She gyrated as his fingers danced around her nipples, sending a thrill through his core.

She was not as unhappy as she was trying to make it look.

"I told you, we don't have the time, now walk," he whispered, slapping her ass to use the emptiness of the place at this late hour. His hands moved to her stomach as she again swayed her ass into him, pushing her ass even tighter to imprison his naked shaft.

In response, he stroked the sides of her breasts as she took a step, making her shiver.

She followed his order, but her legs stayed slightly parted as she walked forward, forcing him to hold. But, the slight inconvenience was nothing compared to the advantage of the access that was granted to him. "You seem to be having trouble walking, let me help," he said as he slipped into her wetness.

It was a smooth entrance, owing to the amazing entertainment back in the strip club, helped by the adrenaline of walking around naked, with only the invisibility cloak to save her. She was throbbing in excitement.

"H-Harry," she gasped. "N-not now!"

"Oh, you're saying that you chose to walk that way completely accidentally. Nothing to do with feeling jealous of Penelope now that you have another smart brunette to compete against."

She stayed silent for a moment before answering. "S-she's not a brunette, more of a sandy blonde," she stammered between two suppressed moans. Harry didn't answer, just smiled. The aspect she chose to focus on was enough to confirm his point.

He tightened his hold on her waist and pushed forward, forcing an amazing reaction as she sank deeper, his hands the only thing allowing her to walk forward without collapsing.

"C-can't we wait until we arrive at my room?" Hermione gasped after another unbalanced step.

"No," Harry said simply even as he took another step, and they arrived at the stairs. Hermione grabbed the railings for support, allowing him to rail her even harder. Even better, it allowed his hands to dance over her body without restriction, triggering chills as they ran across her body.

She tried to ignore his hands, but her body once again betrayed her in the form of loud moans. "P-please," Hermione gasped.

"Don't worry, they'll just assume that it's haunted," Harry answered as he continued to touch her. Halfway into the stairs, her legs trembled badly enough that she had to lean forward, her hands against the stair, peeking under the invisibility cloak.

The risk of getting caught made her even tighter, fear adding to her arousal, but Harry slowed down. "Walk," he ordered, not intent to let her cheat.

"But…" she whispered.

"Walk, and I might give you a reward tomorrow," Harry offered, making her shiver.

"A-alright," she moaned as she pushed herself up to her feet, and this time, Harry grabbed her to help, squeezing her breasts to enhance her pleasure even more.

They continued walking, each step making her shiver even more intensely as they cleared the first set of stairs. "Just one more, and you'll be there," Harry said, encouraging her to walk. "Then, your hot ass could get all the attention you want," he added, underlining his words with a slap to her ass.

Even in the darkness of the corridor, he could see her blush to spread as she pretended to not listen to him, her hips continuing to dance, shaking to the beat of silent music. He did nothing else as they climbed the second stairs, and arrived at the door of her room.

Just before she could open the door, however, he pushed her against the door, and pulled the cloak off — he also cast a quick isolation ward to make sure no one would see them, but that part, Hermione was not aware of.

"Harry, what are you doing!" she gasped.

"Well, you just need to open the door and get your reward," Harry said even as he leaned forward, pinning her between the door and his body, slamming even harder, his hard-on disappearing to her depths.

Her body was on fire as she received another assault to perfectly finalize her evening. "I … can't," she whispered. "What if Ginny is still awake and sees us."

Harry chuckled, amused that she treated that as a concern. "You seem to be caring of her opinion more than you did of poor Penelope's. Maybe she should be sad?"

"S-shut up," she murmured, the flash of blush that managed to intensify suggesting that she was feeling much more self-conscious about confronting her current roommate than her old mentor.

Amusing, considering Ginny's morning performance showed that she would have no problems adapting to that. Fleur had seemed rather enthusiastic as she dragged Ginny away, and he could easily imagine the day splitting between intense shopping and private punishments, with marks still lingering on her body.

He wondered whether should open the door immediately and question her about the shopping trip, but then, he decided against it. He had neglected Hermione enough today, and she deserved one spectacular orgasm before their game got crowded once more.

But, he thought as he pushed forward, making Hermione moan, that if Ginny came out to check the noises, it wouldn't be his fault. He continued pushing steadily, pinning her beautiful, swaying hips with his tight grip.

"H-harry," she managed to stammer between loud moans, unable to resist his reckless assault. "Please—" she tried to say, but even her pleading died as she twisted her neck to look at him, only to find a huge, victorious smile that showed her that he had no intention of holding back.

Hermione was competitive enough to take that as a challenge, biting her lips to stay silent even under his reckless invasion,, which hit a quick snag as his hand traveled between her legs, caressing her clit.

A moan exploded out in desire as she did her best to contain it, though her gyrating hips told that, while competitive, she wasn't exactly torn up about a potential loss. She just stood, dazed with overwhelming pleasure as she bit her lips, focusing on her determination as he continued to invade her.

"Good girl," Harry whispered as he moved even faster, his hand gliding to her neck and grabbing her hair. A moan rippled out despite her best attempts to hold it back as he pulled her head back, leaving a searing kiss that was worthy of dreams. One that was as quick as a dream, as he had no intention of assisting her challenge of keeping her moans down, letting her deal with them.

Her lips, open with the desire to continue the kiss, continued to let out beautiful, explosive moans, enough to awaken the whole house if it wasn't for the ward that he set up. Pity there was no answer from her room, which wasn't blocked by the ward.

Curious why it took that much for Ginny to react, he opened the door, only to realize it was still empty. Ginny was yet to return, showing that their trip with Fleur took even longer than he expected.

Hermione, unaware of the background, just looked around panicked to see where Ginny was, relaxing when she proved to be absent. "Yes," she moaned as she put in a Herculean effort and pulled Harry in, closing the door behind them.

An effort that took all she had, as she collapsed against the carpet after one step, unable to reach her bed.

Harry immediately followed, his knees on the carpet as he took her from behind once more, leveraging her prone position to the best of effect — by a five-minute, merciless drill that allowed her to explore her full vocal range, from beautiful high cries to trembling wheezing.

When he finally exploded inside, she took that as permission to collapse unconscious.

"You earned your rest," Harry said with a chuckle, a wave of his hand would have been enough to put her in her nightwear, but Harry chose to lift her to her bed in a bridal hold while she was naked, gently lay her, and then put the nightie on directly.

She certainly earned that much effort from him.

"Have a nice night," he chuckled as he kissed her cheek, enjoying the smile that spread onto her face before he turned and left, using his cloak to cover his body rather than trying to dress.

Yet, when he returned to his room, ready to take a long, deserved rest, there was a surprise waiting for him…

Two surprises, even. One was Ginny, lying on his bed, wrapped in a beautiful present by a satin ribbon, wearing an impressive set of underwear that included a great deal of red and black fabric yet covered absolutely nothing.

And Fleur, wearing a pure white ensemble, but considering it was made of pure white leather, the aura of innocence the color that was supposed to represent hampered efficiently.

It seemed that he had some more work to do before he could finally rest…