Chapter 14

Hermione's expression was a delicious mixture of shock, anticipation, pain, and arousal as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight. He flipped her into the missionary position, her panic for the sudden movement mixing with the aftershocks of her most recent orgasm. He smiled darkly, enjoying the power he had over her and the pleasure of the moment in equal amounts, waiting for her to start saying something.

But he didn't have any intention of letting her finish. He pushed halfway at the moment her mouth opened, forcing her to replace her words with a moan which she was desperate to muffle. It didn't work as well as she hoped, especially with her wrists captured by his grip, pinning them against the bed eagle style.

He would have liked to push deeper, but her tightness prevented him from doing so without actually hurting her. So, he let his gaze wander on her body as an excellent way of killing time. She was spectacular. A thin sheen of sweat covered her chest, which was heaving helplessly, caught under the excitement of the moment. Her breasts rippled softly with rapid beats of her desperate heart. Her arms twitched, wanting to reach her chest as a way of covering her breasts to cover her, ignoring it was too late for such a thing.

His eyes jumped upward to meet with hers for a moment, the amusement dancing behind them enough to convey the futility of her actions. Her arms stopped twitching, and he lowered his gaze, examining the spot where their bodies melded into each other. He couldn't help but feel like he was about to burst with excitement.

He pushed deeper, forcing her to gasp in a magical mixture of pain and pleasure. He could feel her hands twitching helplessly, so he shifted his grip from her wrist to her fingers. She gripped his hand in a desperate grip that mirrored their bodies, and he pushed even deeper.

He sent a fleeting glance towards the other bed in the room, where Lavender was laying there, her hand repeatedly disappearing between her legs in a desperate speed, her tits tumbling with each repeat, trying to tempt his shaft to leave its current place to rest between them in their heavenly embrace.

Unfortunately for Lavender, he liked where he currently was, so he decided to take a rain check. He raised his head to meet Hermione's gaze once more. She was watching him, a part of her still trying to comprehend what had just happened, but having trouble bringing that chain of thought as her latest orgasm mixed with the sensation of his unfamiliar presence. Her lips were open, but no words left her mouth. Perhaps she failed to construct a full sentence in her clouded mind, or maybe she realized words didn't matter anymore.

Ultimately, the reason for her silence didn't matter. Her lips were idle, meaning he could use them for a better purpose. He leaned forward in a deliberate slowness, soaking the desperate need in her expression. As he leaned forward, he pushed deeper and deeper, sliding himself deeper into her wetness.

But the night's surprises weren't over. Her tongue jumped to probe his lips at the moment of contact, trying to force an entrance, the most passionate sign of aggression she had ever shown. He decided to humor her for a moment, and parted his lips open, his tongue meeting with hers in a defensive position for a change.

He didn't let a kiss to distract him from his true task, no matter how enthusiastic and passionate it was. Utilizing the moment of total enjoyment to the maximum benefit, he pushed his hips even deeper, trying to make his shaft disappear from the view. He wasn't entirely successful, but the desperate moan that rumbled against his lips was a decent reward. He kept the kiss going as he pulled his hips back for a moment, only to slam even deeper, enjoying the lively way she squirmed underneath him, more of his length disappearing from the view in each repeat.

The amount he managed to stuff in her wasn't the only thing that changed as the time passed. Hermione's hips started to move faster and faster with each repeat, testing her rapidly expanding limits, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room. It was a beautiful song, especially when it got mixed with Lavender's moans, turning it into a lovely duet.

A while later, Harry pulled back from the kiss, jumping into Hermione's thoughts instead. This time, he didn't have any intention of manipulating them further, he just wanted to see what she was thinking. His findings were interesting. Apparently, she shared his view of the moment, as since they passed the point of no return, there was no harm in enjoying it fully. Different from him, her decision was tangled with a lot of baggage, confusion, regret, and many expectations. Not to mention she had a delusion of thinking this was going to be the last time something like that ever happened, like Harry was stupid enough to leave such a beautiful treasure after going all that trouble conquering it…

Altogether, her emotions pointed a mess in the near future, but he wasn't in a mood to care about anything other than his immediate pleasure. So he ignored the long term implications of her tangled emotions, focusing on the moment they were sharing instead. The future faded pathetically compared to the heavenly sensation of her insides, wrapping him snugly. He impaled her again and again, while watching her face for the signs of another impending orgasm.

Once again, he turned towards Lavender, this time finding her sitting on her bed. Her sleepwear was nowhere to be seen, leaving her hands as the only cover for her body, a task they were woefully inadequate even under the best of conditions. And with her legs parted wide open to give access to her fingers, the other hand trying to break through the skin of her breasts in search of pleasure, they weren't putting their best effort to cover her body. The spell that convinced her that she was concealed was working even better than his wildest hopes.

His attention was pulled back to Hermione as she tightened around his shaft, signaling that she was close to another climax. He decided to mess with her a bit before she collapsed into another orgasm, as from the way she was reacting, he doubted that she would be able to go for another round. "How are you, Hermione?" he asked casually, like he was commenting on the weather. Unsurprisingly, no answer came. "Everything is okay, right?" he added even as he picked up the speed, his eyes peering into hers. Hermione tried to avert her eyes, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact, his other hand shifting to molest her breasts.

Her arms were free to act for the first time for a while, but she chose to leave them resting on the bed submissively. She was coming along nicely. "I'm okay," she managed to whisper, her voice barely enough to reach his ears over the echoing sound of their flesh.

"You're enjoying it, right? Am I doing everything correctly?" he followed it obnoxiously, enjoying the way she was trying to avoid speaking. Normally, she would be the first one willing to talk about feelings, insensitively forcing the others to speak their piece regardless of their wishes. It was amusing to turn the tables. "Or maybe I should stop?" he added. Of course, since he wasn't a total idiot, he had no intention of actually doing so, but he wanted to test her reaction on it.

And, dancing on the edge of a monumental orgasm, her answer came out explosively. "No!" she exclaimed in a sudden display of emotion, her legs wrapping around his waist, pinning him in place after forcing him deeper than he had ever been inside her. A gasp escaped her mouth as he invaded the virgin territory, her eyes closed to focus on the sensation of her flesh.

Her grip was so tight that it prevented him from pulling back, not that he had a problem with the forced intimacy. He gave her a moment for her to realize what she had just done, and its dangerous implications, but he didn't say anything. He had no intention of wasting the moment.

As he pounded the last stretch into her, he decided to pay another glance to their blond voyeur, once again meeting with a spectacular sight. She was still sitting on the edge of her bed, completely bereft of clothing. Her spectacular breasts still hung in the air, her nipples rock hard. But there were also changes, such as the desperate tremble every time her fingers disappeared among her nether lips, suggesting that Hermione wasn't the only girl with an impending climax. He took a note that his spell worked even better than he could have hoped, possibly due to the impact of adrenaline, which impaired her sense of self-preservation even further. Something to be careful about in the future.

But the academic assessment of the interaction of adrenaline and magic was less important than the fact that the legs that were around his waist suddenly turned limp after one last tightening of her walls, leaving him free to pull back once more. Pity, he would have welcomed an excuse to cum inside her, but since she didn't give him any, he added it to his to-do list. Making it her fault would make her reaction even tastier.

He glanced down, only to see Hermione laying limply with an occasional tremble, her face covered with a fresh blush, tempting him to fill her insides, one that was hard to deny. "What's wrong, Hermione," he said as he pulled back, then followed with another sentence as he slammed into her once more. "Having second thoughts?"

That question was left without an answer as she fought against her orgasm, desperately trying to stay awake. He didn't bother to stop however, continuing the treatment even as she tightened around him snugly. He slammed into her again and again, riding the tight sensation.

He was still a distance away from the climax, but she was edging the walls of unconsciousness. He had no intention of letting her fade before he cum, that would be a ridiculous situation of blue balls. The answer was simple, push her out of her comfort zone.

He pulled out of her as he grabbed her shoulder. A tug, followed by a twist, and she was on her hands and her knees, her ass lifted in an appropriate angle. Doggy style for the win, he thought as he slid into her once more, the angle allowing him to slide even deeper into her wetness. Her pleasured moans mixed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, both sounds sharper than before.

Interesting, Harry thought as he listened to Hermione's cries. Without eye contact, her cries were livelier, like their eye contact was the last thing that was preventing her from losing herself in the moment. With its absence, Hermione felt free to let her cries rose unbidden.

She was loud enough to force him lean for his wand in a hurry, casting a silencing spell to prevent her cries from escaping the room. The last thing he needed was to have another prefect visiting them. He had more important things to worry about than the administrative hell something like that would trigger.

Still, she deserved some punishment for making him worry, he decided as he dropped his wand. With both of his hands empty, she had the perfect position to be punished. He slid his fingers into her bushy hair, finding a rich handle. He pulled her head back hard enough to hurt while the other one landed on her hips hard, making her supple flesh ripple attractively.

"It hurts," she moaned, but from the way she pushed herself against him to take him even deeper, it was hard to take it as an honest complaint. Harry slapped her bottom for a second time to make sure, just to test the hypothesis. The hot moan that followed the painful spank confirmed his theory.

"That's the whole point, sweetie," Harry answered, underlining his sentence with another slap that echoed in the room. He knew that, at this point, the first excuse he had used to initiate things -his supposed lack of sexual experience- had lost its believability completely. Not that it mattered. Even if she had the presence of mind to remember in this stage of her surrender, she lacked the will to turn it into an argument. Not a useful one, at least. He could easily argue that it turned out to be instinctual, like the first time he had mounted a broomstick. "Still, you might try to keep your voice down a bit," he continued, warning her. "We don't want the other prefects to check the source, do we?"

With the reminder, her cries were cut instantly, one of her hands pressing against her mouth to prevent her voice from escaping, which unbalanced her dangerously. "Let me help," Harry said as he pulled her hair back even harsher. She rose with another cry, unbalanced, and he chose that exact moment to push her down, pressing her face against the pillow. Under the rough treatment, she tightened even further.

Even with the occlumency, there was a limit to his ability to control his biological reactions, and that limit was fast approaching. And Lavender's cries, rising suddenly to inform him that she was enjoying Hermione's rough treatment. It wasn't a fact that helped his self-control.

His eyes turned at her, giving him the vision of the sexy blond, several fingers disappeared inside her, her breasts marked with the rough treatment of her own. "Truly spectacular," he murmured, tempted to dispel the spell that had convinced Lavender that she was somehow managing to stay unseen. He imagined the shock she would feel at suddenly finding under his observation, in her birthday suit, edging a climax… Her reaction would have been incredible.

But, in the end, he decided against it. Greed was a sin after all, he thought with a smirk. Today, he had experienced a lot of firsts. Leaving some to the future was the logical thing to do. With that in mind, he waited until Lavender had ridden her orgasm completely, then cast another spell, one to slowly reveal her confidence that she would stay unseen.

He watched Lavender's reaction from the corner of his eye. At first, she just sat there, her body in full-display, trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Then, an expression of shock started to grow on her face as she slowly realized her situation, and what might happen if he turned to look at her. A yelp escaped her mouth helplessly as she dove under the covers, hiding her spectacular body from the view, but her eyes were still locked on their tumble, still unaware of the show she had given him.

With that part complete, Harry turned his attention back to Hermione. He wanted his release to be worthy of remembering. He pulled out just before the explosion, his hands already on her shoulders. It took a second to twist her until she was lying on her back, her face drowned in pleasure. He started spraying his seed on her chest, covering her peaks with his special snow.

The sheer vulgarity of the moment managed to push her out of her trance. "Harry," she murmured, shocked.

"Yes, Hermione," he answered, his tone back to casual as he stepped onto the floor. He waited to see whether she was going to say something, but received only silence. "Sorry about the accident, but your help was amazing as always. You're a great friend," he said as he quickly dressed, keeping his tone intentionally casual. He walked towards the door, his cloak in hand, not wanting to clue Lavender about his invisibility. Hermione just lay on her bed, making no attempt to cover herself, trying to process what had just happened. "See you around," he added casually.

Just before stepping out, he glanced towards Lavender. Their eyes met for a moment, and Lavender flinched. But he continued glancing around, acting like he had failed to notice she was awake. Leaving her in doubt that whether he had seen her was better than any other option. It gave him the ability to tease her with double-entrandes, leaving her in doubt whether it was incidental or intentional. Then, he stepped into the corridor and slammed the door behind himself.

"Life is good," he murmured as he pulled the cloak on, intent on getting some sleep before the class.

Harry arrived at the Room of Requirements for his training/date with Susan fifteen minutes before the agreed arrival time. He had two reasons. First, he wanted to prepare a training course before her arrival, aiming to move her combat training to a direction more interesting than just dueling. Second, and more importantly, he wanted to watch the recording from the last time.

First, he focused on the training course, no matter how enticing the latter sounded. He could enjoy the recording to his heart's content after finishing the course. He didn't want to show Susan the extent of his control on the room. There was no need to make her suspicious of the goodies the room provided.

He closed his eyes, conjuring the picture of a muggle military training course, with all the slippery and dangerous barriers it provided. A mental order later, the floor transformed into soft dirt, broken by occasional ponds of mud, magically enhanced to be extra slippery, followed by a few pools of cold water. Another thought, and several ropes, tires, and other assorted barriers appeared, creating a simple obstacle course. He kept it simple, as the magicals weren't famous for their constitution and physical prowess.

Then, he pulled his wand, layering spell after spell on the course. The first thing he did was to add an impressive number of cushioning charms, ensuring that any fall wouldn't be painful. He didn't want Susan to be distracted by a painful fall. Then, he turned his attention on to the mud pits, charming them to be extra-slippery. He wanted her falling repeatedly, ruining her clothing further with each mistake. He added a few more spells to make the experience less painful, then turned his attention to the next item in the line, his clothes. He shifted them into a stylish copy of muggle military gear, presenting his body in the best light. More he could enflame Susan's crush at him, the better results he would get.

He was getting tired of the game they played. It was time to move to the score. Luckily for him, he had the perfect way to kill time as he waited for her to arrive. He conjured a comfortable chair with a huge screen directly across it. He sat down, and ordered the room the play the recording it took after he left the last time…