Chapter 25: Trapped Pleasure

Harry stopped for a second, trying to enjoy the moment to the fullest. After all, he was in an enclosed space, his shaft in an even tighter enclosure, trapped fully inside a sexy bookworm, a thick layer of pleasure dominating his brain. It was a dash of heaven, he thought as he slammed his hips into her once more, this time, earning a moan of pleasure rather than a pained cry.

But not one that couldn't be improved further, he thought with a smirk even as he slid his hands through her lush hair, and pulled her head back, presenting her face for his attention. "You look relaxed," he quipped, examining her face even as his hips continued their task to drill inside her.

She tried to send him an angry glare, but that was a difficult expression to generate while arousal and pleasure invaded her soul. "Harry!" she managed to exclaim, but instead of an angry statement, it left her mouth as a moan. Then, before she could say anything else, their lips connected in another kiss, completing her prison; squeezed between the wall and his body, trapping her immobile, unable to react as he used her to his heart's content.

His lips lingered over hers until he started to miss her loud cries. His lips moved away from her lips. Her moans filled the small broom closet they occupied as he grabbed her earlobe between his teeth in a surprising gentleness, the contrast intensifying her pleasure even further.

"You love it when I treat you like a ragdoll, don't you slut?" he whispered with a smirk into her ear, using a sweet tone to create an amusing contrast, leveraging his closeness. The words cut through the haze she was in, enough for an indignant expression to flicker onto her face, but it didn't live long, quenched by another hard spank on her ass, making it ripple temptingly. "Answer me," he whispered, but this time, it was a sharp one, leaving no room for discontent.

She closed her eyes in shame, like it would help her hide from the implications of her words. "I do," she whispered, in a tone that would have been desperate if it wasn't broken by a moan of ecstasy.

Another slap landed on her bottom while he left another dark red hickey on her neck. "Keep your eyes open, and use full sentences. You're an honor student, act like it."

Harry was glad for his occlumency skills, because, without it, he could never resist the resulting sexiness when she bit her lips while she tried to think through his words. Even without it, it took quite a bit for him to bring her to the next level. Of course, he didn't slow down his pace as he continued to slam repeatedly inside her, hampering her thoughts even further.

"I like it-" she started, but interrupted by another spank, followed with a warning glare. "I love it," she corrected. As a reward, Harry picked up speed even further, and his hand found her breast, sinking deep into her flesh, finally triggering her climax. "I love it when you treat me like a toy! Fuck me harder!" she moaned as she was struck the intensity of a delayed orgasm, shuddering helplessly.

He pressed his body tighter against her in an effort to compensate for the sudden lack of power in her trembling legs, trapping her even tighter. He put his hands on her back for extra power, then restarted his merciless drilling as her juices slid dripping around his shaft. "It's too much," she managed to slip between her moans. "Please, give me a moment to catch my breath."

"No," he answered simply, increasing his pace even further. "Since you're having trouble asking me for my help, as a good friend, I'm responsible for making sure that there is not even a scrap of stress left in your body. It's my job as a good friend."

"But, Harry-yyyy!" she tried to say, but he increased his pace even further, turning it into a frantic drilling session, and she was silenced. She sent him a glare, though it worked the opposite of her intention, considering she was still trembling with the effects of her arousal, and her moans didn't help to support her aim as well.

But even then, he had no intention of letting it go without a punishment. Which was why, he discreetly reached for his wand, and cast a cleaning spell he had managed to dig out from the library, its effects she failed to notice as she suffered under his assault. Until he pushed the first digit of his index finger into her puckered hole, at least.

A primal cry of panic escaped her mouth as he invaded her last untouched place, alerting her with a pain in an unfamiliar location. "Harry!" she cried once more, but this time, it was the cry of alarm, loud enough to make him glad that he had used a silencing spell.

"Yes, Hermione," he said, his tone once again casual like he hadn't just forced another digit into her previously untouched virgin hole. "Is there something wrong?"

"Something wrong?" she repeated, stupified by his sheer gall. "Of course something is wrong. It's your finger, it's in the wrong place."

"Really?" he said, the same tone someone might take when he mentioned that he had taken the wrong seat in the class. "My apologies, let me fix it," he said, pulling his fingers out until just the fingertip was in, only to push it back once again, this time putting his finger fully inside her. Meanwhile, he continued to slam into her repeatedly.

Her pained cries rose unbidden once more, this time not even able to utter a word. Harry repeated the full range of motion for his finger but at a slower pace, allowing her the opportunity to get used to his presence before adding a second finger.

Her puckered hole started to loosen after a while, while her nether lips tightened further in arousal. "Someone is enjoying it," he murmured, then watched as she managed to achieve a miracle, and actually blushed at his statement, somehow finding them more awkward that a shaft inside her, or his finger probing her puckered hole.

He decided to test whether adding another finger to the balance would change the comparison of the metaphorical weights of those three acts. His middle finger joined his index in stretching her hole. "It hurts," she moaned, but since she didn't put the slightest struggle to actually stop him, not to mention followed with another erotic moan, he wasn't inclined to take her words at face value.

And a second orgasm, hitting with even greater intensity than the first proved that he was right to do so. She tightened around further, both around his girth and around his fingers, trying to trigger a climax from him as well. And while he could have resisted, against such an enthusiastic pressure from her, it was a tedious thing to do.

"Take it all, slut," he moaned as he pushed his hips forward one last time, as deep as he could manage, and started spraying her insides.

"Not inside," she moaned in panic, but she had no room to escape, and he disregarded her needly word. His fingers continued pumping as his shaft contracted, testing whether a third orgasm was on the table, but it seemed not to be the case. He pulled out his fingers first, then, after making sure he had sprayed every last drop inside her, his shaft as well, and took a step back.

When Hermione turned to face him, she was doing her best to look angry, which was impossible to properly convey after two back-to-back explosive orgasms. "Harry! You can't just cum inside me like that!" she shouted, trying to compensate her failure to emote by being louder.

He said nothing, just put his hand on her cheek gently, and she shivered. "I mean…" she stammered, losing the wind in her sails in an instant. "It would be better if you are careful. Birth control is not always effective."

"I see," he said with a smirk as he took a small step forward. Realizing her mistake, she took, or more accurately, tried to take, a larger step back, only for her back to hit against the wall once more. "My mistake," he added as he caressed her cheek softly. "Maybe you should teach me about the appropriate timing, so that I don't inconvenience you the next time."

"The next time?" she repeated in shock, which was a mistake because it gave him enough time to close in the distance, his shaft already back to life. She yelped when he pressed his shaft against her entrance, but before she could say anything, his lips were already on hers, and a stiff push later, he was in her slippery tunnel once again.

As his chest pressed against hers, he could feel her out of control heartbeats on his skin. She moaned, which disappeared between the tango of their lips, and he continued his merciless drilling.

She must not be as against as she first implied, because, after a while, he found her legs wrapped around his waist, giving him an even better angle to slam inside her, which he used to the maximum benefit, her back rubbing against the rough surface of the wall with each repeat. But her enthusiastic moans suggested that she paid even less important than him to it.

This time, he didn't bother limiting himself with his Occlumency, triggering a climax the moment he felt ready, coating her insides with a fresh layer. He pulled out of the kiss as he started spraying. "Sorry," he said, giving the most insincere apology in Magical Britain, though it mattered little when his burst managed to trigger another climax in her, hard enough that, combined with the earlier ones, pushed her much closer to unconsciousness. When her feet met the floor, the only thing that prevented her from toppling to the ground was his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Sorry Hermione, I did it again," he said unrepentantly. "Maybe I should just have a go to a safer spot," he said as he dragged his finger over her puckered hole. "It seems a better option."

"Not today, I'm exhausted," she answered, failing to realize the future implications of her words in her exhausted state. "Now, help me dress."

Harry smirked, thinking about whether to convince her for one last session, but her exhaustion was the real deal. She even lacked the power to return to her dorm without assistance, let alone providing satisfactory oral performance. He decided to cut her some slack, and pulled her panties back in place before fixing his own, followed by a few spells to repair the damages on their robes.

Initially, he was planning to walk her to her dorm through a secret passage, with the hopes that she would catch her breath enough for a follow-up section. But the plan changed when he checked the map, and saw that Lavender was walking towards the Common room, far enough that they could cut her off if they took a shortcut.

They were silent as they walked through the secret passages of the Hogwarts. First, it was the exhaustion which Hermione struggled to recover, but awkwardness replaced it as it decreased, with Hermione processing all the things she enthusiastically joined in the throes of her passion, made more awkward by the fact that she was still too exhausted to walk in her own.

Still, she looked ready to start speaking when they stepped out of the secret passages. Harry didn't want to have that talk, but luckily, his timing was perfect, because Lavender turned the corner before Hermione could start, and saw them. "Hey, Lavender, do you have a moment," Harry said, calling Lavender to them before Hermione could react.

He carefully watched Lavender's face as she tried to register their sudden appearance. At first, it was pure shock, a natural reaction, but then she started examining them as she examined them in a more focused manner, incredulousness replaced it, especially when her gaze fell on Hermione, her eyes alight with sudden realization, understanding where Hermione had been doing just moments ago.

Understanding that didn't mean Lavender was suddenly a genius, of course. Not only Hermione's state -with her misaligned robe, mussed-up hair, and her particular exhaustion- was very obvious, but also she had watched him and Hermione in the midst of a very intimate embrace before.

But neither Lavender nor Hermione said anything, both doing their best to act natural. Lavender was trying to hide her realization, not wanting to give any clue about their previous midnight adventure having a little dirty spy, and Hermione was too exhausted to watch Lavender carefully. A delightfully interesting situation thanks to the information asymmetry.

"Harry," Lavender said as she walked closer, while Hermione stiffened against his body. "Hermione," she added after standing in front of them, unable to help to prevent a teasing edge to bleed into her voice, but Hermione failed to catch that. "You guys look exhausted, what happened?"

"Nothing much," Harry answered. "We needed to hide in a broom closet to avoid Umbridge and her flunkies, but they decide to stay on the corridor quite a bit. The heat of the enclosed space didn't agree with Hermione."

"I can see," Lavender answered, her words stretching mischievously, but not enough for Hermione to catch in her exhausted state. "But it seems that you have spent quite a bit of time there, Hermione, I hope it didn't get too boring."

"No, it didn't," Hermione answered in a hurry, shaking her head while Lavender smiled deeper. Harry didn't want Hermione to catch Lavender's knowledge, so he decided to distract her. His hand was already around her waist, so, he just let his hand trail down until his fingers rested on her bottom, giving her a more immediate concern than trying to decipher Lavender's words.

Harry ignored Hermione's angry glare, preferring to catch Lavender's eyes instead, a dark smile adorning his lips. "I agree," he answered with a calm tone even as he squeezed Hermione's bottom harder. "It wasn't boring at all. I could go as far as saying it was uniquely entertaining."

His unashamed pride managed to push through Lavender's limits, a blush invading her face. "I see," she murmured. "Maybe I should try for myself one day."

"Well, I would be honored to help you in that noble journey if one day, you decide to do it," Harry answered, pushing Lavender even deeper in the hole of shyness. But she wasn't the only one that reacted. Hermione turned at him, her earlier exhaustion evaporated by the sudden flash of jealousness, but Harry was prepared for it. "Yes, Hermione," he said with a calm tone, but he subtly nodded towards Lavender as he did so, reminding her that an angry burst would likely reveal a secret that she preferred to keep hidden.

"N-nothing," Hermione stammered, while Lavender struggled to gather herself after his surprise offer.

He would have liked to deal with them longer, but Hermione was too exhausted to make it actually fun, and while convincing Lavender to tap in for her beloved roommate was not impossible, there was one little snag. Daphne was still waiting for him, and he was already late enough. She might be a bigoted blood-purist, but she was a sexy bigot -as a bonus, one that was willing to follow his every order-, and he already made her wait alone for too long.

Of course, it wasn't mercy that drove him to meet with her. He wanted to test the sensitivity of her body after the extended celibacy he had forced on her, melting her ice with his hot embrace.

"So, Lavender," Harry said. "Would you mind helping Hermione back to her room, as I don't want to miss my next class."

"Of course," Lavender said as she took a step forward, standing on the other side of Hermione, which, unfortunately, made him pull his hand back, leaving his palm bereft of the sensation Hermione's tight ass provided. But it wasn't a huge sacrifice, he thought as he examined the way Lavender's curves pressed against her robe while she helped Hermione to walk. And if the excessive sway on her hips as she walked away was as sincere as it seemed, it wouldn't take long to seal that particular deal.

But that was a task for another day, he thought as he pulled the Marauder's Map from his pocket, to check where Daphne was waiting for him. A smile popped on his face when he saw Daphne was still in the potions classroom, the room that her head of house tortured anyone that didn't belong to Slytherin with his petty bullying. He appreciated the irony of defiling the uncrowned queen of the house in Snape's most precious room…