Chapter 13

A soft groan escaped his mouth as he slipped in Hermione's bed, enjoying the warmth of it against his naked skin. Then, he brought his hand near Hermione's lips, ready to prevent her scream, and then whispered. "Good evening, princess." Hermione's eyes popped open, not expecting to be woken up in the middle of the night, especially not by a male presence in her bed. Her mouth followed the same pattern a moment later, ready for a cry. But his hand was already on her lips, preventing her from making a noise. "Calm down, Hermione," he added, loud enough to make sure she recognized his voice. "You don't want to wake the girls up."

That was enough to dissuade her from speaking, but it didn't prevent her from trying to turn towards him, anger clear in her eyes. But since her silence was the only thing he was trying to get immediately, he saw no problem pulling his hand back. "Harry, what are you doing here!" she hissed, her emotions imprinted clearly on her whisper.

"Come on, Hermione," Harry answered jovially. "It's rude for you to greet a guest like that," he added with a chuckle. One that Hermione pointedly didn't repeat, choosing to glare angrily at him instead. Harry decided to cut teasing short in favor of reminding her of the balance between them. He leaned forward before she could say another word, their lips almost close enough to touch. Their closeness made Hermione remind about all the other times they shared, ensuring her silence indirectly. "You should remember, I was the one that helped you the last time when you needed help," he murmured, even as he delved deep into her mind, pulling the memories, focusing particularly on the forceful kiss he stole from her. Her blush was sharp even in the dimness of the room. "Now I need your help. You wouldn't be merciless enough to turn down a poor boy in need, do you?"

Shocked by the rush of memories, and their closeness, her earlier anger melted, leaving its place to a meek confusion. He used the opportunity to scoot closer to her body, until they were pressed tight. That managed to cut through her shock. "Harry," she stammered. "Are you naked?"

"Yeah," he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione continued her frozen state, shocked by his nonchalance, and he used the opportunity to bring his hands on her body, caressing her body over her pajamas, which was annoyingly thick. That was not to be borne, he decided, his fingers started battling with her buttons, starting from the bottom of her shirt. He wasn't very careful avoiding her skin while unbuttoning her top either, his fingers grazing on the edge of her breasts.

She said nothing, so he pushed further. Only when his fingers started to tease even more intimate places, covered by her bra, she managed to push through her stupor. "Harry, we can't-" she tried to say, but he just grabbed and pulled her shirt in response, ripping off the remaining button.

"Could you repeat that, please," he said even as he sank his fingers to her flesh through her bra, squeezing harshly. "I'm not sure I heard you correctly."

"I said-" Hermione said, but her words cut halfway once more, this time by his other hand, which burrowed its way to her back, unlocking her bra. "I was saying, maybe we should reconsider our arrangement," Hermione managed to complete, but Harry used the time to pull of her loosened bra to the side, leaving her tits bare for his touch.

He brought his lips even closer to her ear, enough for his lips to brush her earlobe, and his fingers started teasing her nipple. "So, what you are trying to say is, you're unhappy with our arrangement, and you're not enjoying the treatment you're receiving." She tried to answer, but she abandoned that way to prevent a cry when he squeezed her hardened nipple. "You're saying that your body is lying about enjoying my touch, and your nipples are not hard," he added, while his other hand sneaked into her panties, caressing her sopping wet lips. "I see, you're certainly dry as a desert, not desiring my touch."

"Harry, why?" she managed to whisper as she grabbed his waist, trying to pull his hand away, but it was a limp pull, lacking conviction. "Why are you doing this?"

"Come on, Hermione, I'm here to make both of us relax, just like you thought me to. As you showed me, there is no harm in two friends, helping each other to relax. I don't think I can resist everything that's happening this year without your help. I would explode." Just like before, his sob story worked well to break through her resistance, especially since it was assisted by his hands, caressing her body sensually.

"Okay," she whispered, defeated. But Harry was experienced enough with her moods to notice the desire hidden behind her surrender. "But that's the last time."

"Of course," Harry swore, with absolutely no intention of following that particular promise. "Let me help you get ready, then," he said as he reached for his wand, and vanished all of her clothing with a wave.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, louder than she intended, shocked by the sudden change.

Harry acted quick. He grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn towards him. Thanks to that his rapid response, Hermione missed Lavender's eyes opening, especially the part where they turned towards the source of the noise, only to see Harry in the bed with her.

Harry acted quick. He made a fleeting eye-contact with her, forcing the idea of feigning sleep to her. Normally, he wouldn't be able to achieve such a complex thing in a moment, but Lavender's natural instincts as the gossip queen helped him immensely, allowing him to tap into her instincts to stay as an observer for a juicy piece of news. His gaze slid off hers before she realized she had been caught, meeting with Hermione's instead. "You're such a good friend, Hermione. Always ready to help me in my need," he said, not even bothering to hide his amusement.

Hermione didn't answer, nor that he needed her answer. Her passive acceptance was all he needed as he pulled her into a tight embrace, her tits smashing against his chest. That move had another benefit, pushing his shaft between her legs. His wand was ready. He cast another spell, this time on his shaft, covering it with a lubricant that increased his pleasure immensely while making it more slippery. Then, his free hand grabbed her leg, forcing her to raise it for a moment. He pulled his hand back a moment later, and her leg fell in place, but not before he could squeeze his shaft between her thighs.

A yelp escaped her mouth as she realized the exact nature of the thing that was resting between her legs. "Keep it like that," Harry ordered before she could raise her leg, unwilling to lose the warm resting place he found for his shaft. This time, she didn't even bother trying to argue, just accepted his command. "Good girl," he added, as he started sliding between her legs.

Meanwhile, he watched Lavender from the corner of his eye, shock dancing in her eyes, forcing them to grow bigger as she struggled to comprehend what was going on her neighboring bed. He decided to give her a better view. First, he captured Hermione's lips in a searing kiss with a lot of tongue action. Then, when he was convinced that Hermione was distracted appropriately, he grabbed the cover, and slowly pulled it off, giving Lavender the view of Hermione's naked back, with a little bonus that peeked from just below her bottom whenever he pushed forward.

The result was beautiful. Lavender's shock grew even larger, which made her shuffle on her bed uncomfortably. A surprised gasp escaped her mouth when he did so, followed by another one soon after as a different shock replaced the first, informing Harry that she had finally noticed the effect of his sensitivity spell. It was amusing to watch her shuffle in her bed while trying to stay silent, each struggle sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body.

He wasn't done, of course. He continued kissing Hermione, but he readied his wand, the spell already in his mind. The moment her eyes slipped away from them, he cast a Confundus on Lavender, making her think that neither Harry nor Hermione would notice her actions because they were distracted by their own activities. Normally, it would be impossibly complex to cast a spell that well-defined, but his Occlumency, combined with his experience with the direct manipulation, gave him the edge he needed.

He cast the same spell on Hermione, ensuring that she would miss Lavender's actions no matter what. Then, he turned his attention back to the kiss, trying to increase the heat Hermione was feeling. Her thigh was nice around his shaft, but he wanted to finally take that last step. And even better, he wanted her to be to one to push for it, another chapter in her tale of surrender.

When he pulled back for a breath, he didn't bother to hide his attention from Lavender, secure in the knowledge that the spell on her prevented her from doing so. What he saw was satisfying. Lavender had copied them to a point, and had gotten rid of her blanket. Furthermore, her nightshirt had climbed upward, high enough to display her long legs for his viewing pleasure. Her hand had disappeared under the shirt as well, fondling her most sensitive spots, which unfortunately stayed out of his sight. He shrugged. At least, it left something to look forward to the next time.

And it wasn't like he didn't have a consolation prize from her. One sexy, attention-grabbing consolation prize. Lavender had unlocked the remaining buttons of her shirt, which left a gap loose enough to reveal one of her breasts for his attention. One of her hands was around it, teasing her supple flesh. Harry brought his hands to Hermione's breasts, squeezing them, copying her movements, but it didn't fully satisfy his desire, now that he had Lavender's on her sight. It wasn't that Hermione's breasts were not beautiful, on the contrary, they were big enough to spill out of his hands and were perfectly firm. But he was greedy, and the idea of burying his fingers to Lavender's large bosom while finally sliding his shaft into Hermione was a tempting idea.

Patience, he thought as he turned his attention back to Hermione, whose head was buried to his neck, sucking his skin. It was nice to finally see her taking initiative. Curious about the limits of her new drive, he pulled his hips too much, enough that his shaft pulled out of the snug place between her legs. He made no motion to put it back in, curious what Hermione was about to do.

Her first response was to raise her leg, inviting him back in place. He ignored the invitation intentionally, waiting for her to act instead. Several seconds passed until she made her next move, pulling away from the extended kiss she was delivering on his neck to look at him questioningly. He just smirked at her, amusedly, earning a deep blush off her. Despite the blush, she managed to maintain eye contact, wordlessly asking for him to act.

He denied her that comfort. If she wanted something, she needed to reach for it actively.

For a while, she continued looking at him passively, her eyes begging for him to act. But as the seconds rolled into minutes, she started to accept that he wasn't going to push, that the ball was in her court. But even with her acceptance, it took a while for her to act, his hands, still around her breasts, massaging softly, was distraction enough. He didn't let it bother him, not when he could see the desire burning in her eyes.

The surrender came after five minutes. Her hips slid towards him, once again capturing his thickness between her thighs. Even better, his shaft was trapped in a location closer to her slit, enough to feel the caress of her wetness over the topside of his member. "Good enthusiasm, miss bookworm," Harry said before leaning for her lips once more, preventing her reply the fun way.

Distracted by her own pleasure, she failed to put the slightest resistance as his tongue invaded her mouth, teasing her in the way he wished, making a point of not holding back. His hands followed the same principle, sinking into her breasts without mercy.

The dividends for his new strategy was quick to arrive. Her hips quickened their motion, enhancing his pleasure immensely. Even better, the last of her reservations started to disappear, evidenced by the way she was driving his shaft higher and higher, until her nether lips generously painting the top of his shaft with her juices. He was glad that he made her believe that no matter what, the girls she shared the room with wasn't going to wake up.

He pulled back for a moment, examining the pleasure-filled expression on her face, this time, brought without the slightest magical boost. There was a certain pride from a job well-done, though nowhere as satisfying as caressing the beautiful body of a curly-haired brunette while watching a blond one sinking her fingers into her spectacular breasts. But he had been playing with her long enough, and it was the time for the main course.

To achieve that, he decided to use a small trick. He waited until Hermione was at the end of the movement, with only the crown between her thighs. He pulled back just a bit more, which freed his shaft from her grip. He pushed back once again before she could even notice, this time, the head directly pointing to her entrance. She pushed, and he felt the warm grip of her entrance around the crown. It slipped through her well-lubricated entrance easily.

She came to a sudden stop the moment she realized what her last movement had caused, which unfortunately, wasn't enough to break through her barrier. He wasn't annoyed though. On the contrary, he was amused by the opportunity to dance with her on the edge of the moment. She tried to pull back, but his hand 'accidentally' slid to her bottom, cupping her beautiful flesh, which incidentally prevented her from pulling back. It wasn't the actual force that prevented her of course, she could've easily pushed through his lax grip, but she didn't even attempt. Her training started to take hold.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, low enough that he had trouble hearing despite their closeness.

He thought about acting obvious, but decided against it. It would be too cruel, even in his standards. "Don't worry," Harry said with a smirk. "It's just the tip, just like the last time. No harm in that, is it."

"I guess so," she murmured, but her lackluster words weren't enough to hide her excitement.

"That's the spirit," he murmured, and squeezed her ass for emphasis. She flinched, which drove his crown deeper into her, which, unfortunately, wasn't still enough to break through.

She said nothing as she pulled back, then pushed once again in agonizing slowness, showing the same attention to detail she did during her final exams. He would have pushed forward, but the way she bit her lower lip in concentration was so adorable that watching her face was preferable. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't willing to stack the deck, his hands dancing on her body, visiting all the sensitive spots he had discovered during their repeated encounters.

However, he soon hit an unexpected problem, her expression of growing ecstasy telling him that he was being too successful. All of his efforts would have gone to waste if she achieved the climax without taking the final plunge. So, he slowed his attention down, moving to the lower priority spots, slowing her journey towards the edge as she got closer. Her lips clamped on his in a rare display of initiative, trying to goad him into action. Soon, her fingers joined the challenge, sinking into his shoulder, hard enough to actually hurt.

But he ignored them both, forcing her to enhance her pleasure through the only way she could. First, her speed increased as she abandoned a part of her cautious approach, the sway of her hips getting faster. He answered that by slowing the pressure of his kiss, leaving her wanting as she tried to arouse his tongue for a heated battle.

Her range of movement started to increase, his crown started to slip deeper and deeper, occasionally even touching her barrier, but always softly, never hard enough to threaten to break into her. The balance stretched for moments, with her failing to take the final plunge despite the frustrated dance on the edge of her own orgasm. He had started to think maybe his game was a bit overrated, and there was no harm in some direct action.

Funnily, it was a mistake from his side, caused by his frustration, brought the victory in his little game. In a surprising show of initiative, he bit his lip, testing him with a sharp bite of pain, which also caused a nice rush of pleasure along with it. Still, his body decided to punish her reflexively in response, twisting her nipple hard, which incidentally finally pushed her over the edge. Her back arched erotically as she was hit by a tremendous orgasm, leaving her trembling.

Unfortunately for her, she was already pushing when the orgasm hit and she suffered a momentary loss of muscle control, causing her to take his shaft much deeper than she had planned, destroying her virginity in the process. An expression of total shock mixed into her pleasure as she realized the monumental mistake she had done, but it was too late.

He had been planning to take the opportunity to tease her verbally for a while, but that was before the torturous minutes he had spent waiting for her to make a mistake. He pulled out, enough to grab her shoulder and push her onto her back, taking a position over her fast enough to be mistaken for an apparition. He took the missionary position, because he didn't want to miss a moment from her expression as he thoroughly enjoyed the consequences of her slip.

"Since it's gone, there is no harm in continuing, right?" he said, his lips curled in a dark smirk. Her lips opened in a panic, trying to deliver her answer, but it was too late. He pushed into her mercilessly, forcing her to replace her words with a moan.

The night was growing more entertaining by each passing minute…