Chapter 4: Two Minds, Unexpected Reactions

What's happening? How did things come to this?

It all felt too sudden and too quick for Hermione. The fifth year had ended disastrously; Sirius Black had died, and she had an intimate relationship with Harry without being his lover.

It had been a day since Harry had also arrived at the Burrow. And Hermione still didn't know how to face him, feeling awkward whenever they had to hug. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel something tug in her heart when Ginny embraced him tightly.

Creak!

"Hmm?" It was the middle of the night, and no one could ever sneak around unnoticed in that old house. She heard the footsteps, and the door of her room opened. "Wh—"

Hermione swallowed her words back at the sight of Harry. He was without his glasses, and his eyes were closed. One finger was on his lips as if he was gesturing to her to remain silent for some reason.

She did, knowing to take things seriously when it was related to Harry.

She gulped and stayed silent, yet her breath shivered. Her ample, perky breasts heaved under the cardigan, feeling warmth wash over her body for no reason, her face blushing.

"H—"

Harry jolted, reaffirming his finger on his lips as he walked all the way to the side of her bed and stopped. He took out his wand and began waving it in the air, creating sparkling words in the middle of the air, big enough that she could understand.

Staying cautious, she read them under her breath.

Don't make any sound, Hermione. He's in my head. He can hear what I hear and see what I see. He's been controlling my thoughts recently. Deviant thoughts that I would never think of. I can't speak with you openly and have to maintain my ignorance. When we reach the school, inform Dumbledore that Voldemort has entered deep within my mind.

The flashing words in the air slowly began to fade away as Harry put away his wand. But before he opened his eyes, he moved even closer to the bed and raised his right hand. His palm instantly brushed on her breasts and then rested on them, slowly pressing harder.

"Ah, Harry." She softly called his name.

At last, Harry opened his eyes, unsure if the Dark Lord was listening to him. But contrary to his expectations, he didn't find Hermione's worried or scared face, rather aroused. There was a strange shine in her eyes, her brows raised in need as she bit a corner of her lips without resisting his touch.

She doesn't mind? Harry wondered and unknowingly kneaded her breast harder, almost feeling a bud on one of the peaks.

He kept his emerald eyes locked with her brown gaze. In that dark room with only the moon's light shining upon them, he felt the needy warmth of her body. Her bushy brown hair wildly draped around her back, giving away the charm of her face.

This wasn't what he had planned, but he found himself shifting over to her and eventually sitting down on her single-person bed beside the window. In that small room, both their breaths mingled with each other as Harry caressed her face with the other hand, slowly sliding the palm down to her neck and gently cupping it between his stretched thumb and fingers.

"Wait," Hermione suddenly pulled her face back when Harry was about to kiss her. She took out her wand from under the pillow and swung it at the door, locking it firmly in place.

She's ready to do it with me? No! I shouldn't… But she's so beautiful and willing… Am I in the wrong if she wants it to?

Questions were there, and there wasn't enough time to find the answers. He quickly threw his shoes away and sat fully on top of the bed. Stopping to knead her breasts, he leaned forward with one hand on her waist and the other on her neck, lightly giving it a dangerous squeeze. His face got closer, almost an inch away, and Hermione slowly fell back on the mattress, resting her head on the pillow.

Harry followed her, sprawled his legs straight, and laid down beside her while keeping his torso on the side, taking the support of his own shoulder.

"Umh…!"

He pulled her closer with the hand on her waist and finally met her trembling, willing lips. Intensely, he exploited her delicious wetness, their tongues stroking each other.

"Harry…" She called for him, lacking any resistance, and yet there were doubts.

With suppressed moans and his name on her lips, she reciprocated with all her heart. One of her knees rested on his side as she turned towards him, pressing against his chest. One of her hands caressed his hair on the back as her lips danced around his tongue. Eyes closed, they simmered in the passionate moment.

Am I doing this because I want to? Or because of Voldemort? Harry wondered because no matter what, he had never been this forward with anyone.

I hope this helps Harry. Hermione thought in the meantime, reciprocating him.

"Hermione… Can I… Remove your cardigan?" he asked.

"You can remove everything, Harry," she giggled shyly and raised her arms to help him.

Harry didn't let go of that opportunity and pulled himself. Using both his hands, he pulled up her cardigan and yanked it off her body with ease. But there was still her tight t-shirt, which he removed next, and she allowed him.

"Young hands are cold," she muttered lovingly.

Harry apologetically got down on her body again as she rested with nothing but her simple black bra hiding her perky peaks. Then, he grabbed her slim waist, heated like a furnace, and kissed her everywhere. From her lips to her jaw and then sliding down to her neck to leave lines of his mark, his saliva coating her silky flesh.

"Ummh… Harry."

As she squirmed under his tongue, he went down on her neck and reached her bra. With her own hands, she moved it away and pulled it upwards to bunch it around her neck.

She's so… beautiful, he thought before taking her engorged tip in his mouth. Her swollen flesh and the pink buds shone in the moonlight, and he left no spot untouched, keeping it up until her moans were wanton.

"Oh!" her body shivered as she felt his tongue wildly move around her pink nipple and his hand sliding down to her pajama pants.

Harry slowly pulled on the strings, but before he could pull her pants even a bit, her legs were already kicking them down.

Her black panties were now clearly visible, obviously a pair with her bra. Stroking her damp panties with his fingers a couple of times, he also pulled them down to her lower thigh, and then she kicked them off her legs.

Hermione's hands started to fumble around on the waist of his jeans, clearly looking for a way in. Even if her hands were nimble, she found herself unable to reach for his shaft.

She really wants this? Harry started to feel excited. He backed away from her budding tip, looking at how charmingly flushed her pretty face was, a little annoyed that she had difficulty with his jeans.

"Want some help?" he chuckled, not realizing how bold he was being.

Hermione suddenly pushed him back, sat up, and pulled her bra off completely, throwing it to the floor. Then, hoping to prove that she knew what she was doing now, she knelt forward on the bed, taking a closer look at Harry's jeans.

Harry was excited when she managed to pull the copper button out and pull down his zipper. The way she knelt on the bed, practically presented her soft, curving flesh towards his face. The way her toes curled under her was cute, and her moist petals were framed beautifully between the middle of her legs.

He gulped at the sight of her sweet nectar-smeared entrance.

Hermione pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs and finally saw his erect manhood, clearly ready for her to pleasure. She curled her fingers around his girth, moistened her lips with her tongue, and gently leaned in closer.

However, what Hermione thought would be another blowjob like before turned into something more. Harry turned her around, grabbed her feet, and pulled her down on his body as he lay down, keeping her legs parted as her whole body also rested on his—her perky breast slammed on his stomach and her face over his needy rod.

He placed both of his hands on her hips, pulled her closer over his head and positioned her moist, needy sheath right above his face, ready to devour her.

Hermione's face flushed red, clearly embarrassed in the position. But she couldn't even voice a protest as she felt his hot breath on her moist entrance. His hands gently kneaded her ass, allowing his two thumbs to brush against the soft folds of her womanhood.

"Ah…!" She moaned.

Right then, Harry's swollen head twitched in her hand, clearly signaling for her to do more.

So Hermione licked his knob, knowing what he wanted. Then, gently, she lowered her face to take him into her rosy lips while she smeared her saliva around with her tongue.

Her head went lower and lower, pushing him in, deliberately going slow to make him feel every movement her wet tongue made, coiling around his straining erection. With each suck, she welcomed him deeper into her slick throat.

"Gh…" Harry groaned, feeling the warmth of her tongue caress and twist around his head, flicking down his shaft. Her hands massaged his balls, and her fingers tickled his base, sending tantalizing shivers through his body.

Feeling a bit unfair, he also wanted to see her squirm in pleasure. So, without warning, his thumbs parted her petals wider, and he extended his tongue.

He gently licked her gaping petals from top to bottom, making her feel every inch of bliss. His tongue explored every part of her vulva, the tip of it wiggling through the folds of her pussy to savor her taste before tracing circles around her tiny swollen kernel.

The way her body shivered and twitched above him, and her mouth sucking hard when she felt good, aroused him to no end. Harry realized he liked the feeling of her creamy soft thighs around his face and her weight pinning him down. But he loved the feeling of her trembling lips around his cock even more.

Why is this so good? Is it the ravishing way she looks when she's all riled up? Or am I just enjoying this too much? He wondered.

Hermione's mouth engulfed his hot rod as her head bobbed up and down, gently allowing her tongue to glide all over his shaft. She moved masterfully, coating his phallus with her saliva. Her perky mounds pressed up against the lower part of his belly.

Harry flicked her clitoris as his fingers wiggled and churned inside her wetness and heat, pulling out more of her essence. Her body spasmed in delight, enjoying his touch on her sticky walls.

"Umph… hmmm…" Hermione moaned into his pelvis, her breath hot and heavy. However, every time she felt that thrilling sensation from Harry's penetrating, slick tongue, her body would tense up for a moment, her mouth would tighten around his cock, and her slippery softness would drool onto his mouth.

Tasting the warm juices on his tongue, dripping down to his neck, he knew she was ready for something more. The excitement in his loins wanted to taste the real thing. It wanted to pound her wildly until she cried out in rapture.

Feeling that she was thoroughly drenched, he moved his body, unable to wait anymore.

Hermione paused for a moment, wondering what made him stop, but before she could react, Harry rose up and grabbed one of her arms to pull her to the side of his legs. Then, as she rolled onto her back from the momentum, Harry positioned himself to kneel between her legs and pulled them up by the knees.

Without giving Hermione a moment to think, Harry pulled her legs further up towards her own shoulders, aching her back achingly until her knees folded so high up her chest that her pussy dangled in await of his drenched, hard shaft.

"No~~" Hermione felt even more shameful as her tight depths were now gaping up into the air. Harry felt the thrill in his straining loins as he saw her blushing crimson red between her knees.

Harry rose to almost stand up on the bed while keeping his legs crouched forward. He leaned into her, causing her back to curve and her upper thighs to squish against her smooth belly. His abdomen pushed against the under thighs as her ass was raised from the bed. In that position, he tried to piledrive into her without a care.

His swollen and throbbing knob aimed towards the wet, inviting clef between her legs. With a single, hard, vigorous thrust, Harry invaded her pussy fully.

"Ahh!" She yelped as her head fell back into her pillow, feeling some pain, some arousal, and some tension.

Harry dug deep and slammed his pelvis onto her flesh. Hermione could feel his weight on her body, curving her spine to raise her hips even higher, accepting him even deeper into her. Then, Harry's hands pressed harder onto her soft, sweaty under thighs and shoved his dick down even deeper into her.

"Ahh! Harry! You're… too… ahhhh!" Hermione cried out in ecstasy as she curled her body willingly. She felt his swollen knob hit the puckering entrance of her womb, the deepest part of her inner walls.

Harry leaned in without a thought, enjoying the feeling of going in deep because of the pushback from her position. The more his cock disappeared into her, the more he lost restraint.

Every time he plunged in, she would silently cry out as her muscles contracted so tightly that no sound would come out of her. The bed creaked and swayed a bit on its legs, but Harry kept going, plowing through, wildly searching for that rapture.

Harry pressed onto her thighs so tightly that his fingers sunk into her soft flesh, leaving some shallow nail marks. Hermione clutched onto both her breasts, lost in pain and pleasure. He felt her accepting body clench tightly around his rigid, throbbing flesh.

Wild cravings ran through Harry's mind as his primal need took over entirely. Without anyone noticing, a slight grin formed on his lips. His hips moved up and down, sometimes even using his body weight to shove it all in.

"Ohhh! Oh! Harry!" An uninhibited cry of satisfaction escaped Hermione's lips, and her whole body trembled. Her hands clenched onto the sheets of the bed, twisting them tight. She finally reached that final moment with pulsating waves of pleasure. Her juices burst out, rolling down her ass and curving back.

Harry, too, gritted his teeth as he felt all of her hot juices pile up on his cock. His body shuddered, ready for that moment of glory. He kept moving harder and faster, singing down into her in that awkward fucking position.

"Harry… no! Not… inside…" Hermione begged between heavy pants, worried about not having access to make potions there.

But Harry chuckled and leaned down to whisper, weighing heavily on her body and folding her legs deeper onto her belly, "But I want to."

Then, with a few deep, heavy thrusts, he spilled himself into her as he groaned in blissful agony. Each throb brought about loads of his nectar, painting every inch of her depth white with his sex.

After a few more seconds of waning thrusts, he felt tired, and finally, his cock was calming down. Harry shifted out of her depth and fell to the side, panting for breath. Hermione could finally extend her weak, trembling legs on the bed, her back likely aching after the harsh pounding and the hand marks on her reddened thighs.

I'm sure Voldemort wasn't behind it this time. She thought.

But Harry could feel it. This time, there were no second thoughts, no stranger's voice in his head. He wanted to make love to Hermione, but the way it ended... It left him in desperate need of answers as he immediately felt regret for hurting Hermione and coming inside her.

At last, he sighed and spooned Hermione against his chest, his limp cock perfectly resting between the gap between her rear before closing his eyes to sleep.

Something is going horribly wrong with me.

He just knew it.

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"Ah! Ah! O-Oh~! Please, my Lord! Harder~!"

"Ugh!!" Voldemort thrust into Bellatrix's squelching depths while keeping her pressed underneath his tall form, her legs spread wide around his waist as he drew her moan-filled screams.

Her utterly naked body before him, her perfectly large tits jiggling and her ivory pale face with her black hair swaying, was a sight to behold. He never wanted to take it this far, but after influencing the boy, he wanted to delve into that carnal desire as well.

Bellatrix held her own knees wide, her plump alabaster thighs welcoming him into her slutty body. Her hair scattered wildly across her face as she enjoyed every minute of it. One of her breasts jolted and thrashed around while her body squirmed. Voldemort took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking with his slithering tongue.

The Dark Lord's tall, lanky body loomed over her withering, succulent frame. She could feel his haunting, cold touch all over her slim waist and smooth neck as he took delight in seeing her wiggle in ecstasy.

In a pure desire to please him, she tried to spread her legs as much as she could, her hands not touching him unless he ordered her to. But her slimy wet pussy coiled its walls around his girth, trying to milk every bit of pleasure out of it. Her walls clenched and pulsed tightly, trying to keep him inside of her forever, a desire she had suppressed for so long.

Such a fine, submissive little sex doll. He maniacally enjoyed every minute of tormenting her with his lengthy cock, holding her back from coming too quickly.

He thrust in slowly, knowing quite well that her body wanted it fast and hard. He teased every bit of her craving, listening to her agonizing cries as his sinewy length moved without hurry. He wanted to play with her and toy with her thirst for a very long time.

"Ah… My Lord… Fuck me, please… Harder... harder!" Bellatrix screamed out, begging for him.

"Please, My Lord… I… I want you. Hirt me with your cock, fill this dirty whore… I'm yours to love and yours to ruin!" Her dirty words kept pouring out as she tried to move her hips up and onto his length, even in that pinned position.

"Shhhh…." He hushed at her like a snake threatening its prey to stay quiet. Watching her beautiful face beg for him, he grinned maliciously, holding her legs spread with one hand and the other on her neck.

Then, without a thought, the hand on her neck moved to grab the back of her head, clutching onto a hand full of hair. He pulled her face closer upward towards him and started to kiss her. He parted her lips with his tongue and invaded her mouth.

This will keep you quiet, my little doll.

Wide-eyed for a moment, Bellatrix accepted her master's tongue. So she leaned into it, letting their tongues coil around each other, slimy and slick. She gulped him down, her tongue crawling in his mouth, savoring everything she could get in nasty delight.

The Dark Lord moved his body, thrusting into her slow and meticulously. He delved deep into her with each rhythmic push, and she answered his thrusting hips with her arching back.

As their lips parted, she panted heavily, clearly out of breath. He kissed her neck, licking down wildly. Bellatrix, too, licked every inch of his neck like a wild animal in heat, pushing her body up against him.

She couldn't wait for orders anymore. Her hands moved wildly all over his pale body. Her breathing started to accelerate as she felt his cock begin to move faster. Her hands clawed his back, her breasts were pressed up on his chest, and her legs brushed up and down on his hips, trying to make him plow into her forcefully.

"Fuck me… Yes!! Fuck me! Ahhh!"

Bellatrix cried out as her pussy clenched hard. She screamed in rapture, shattering inside.

"Grrhh!" The Dark Lord groaned, drowned in the tight walls around him, and finally pushed over the edge. Bellatrix felt something burst inside her as Voldemort shoved in one last slamming thrust of climax.

As their bodily fluids mixed inside her pulsating hole, Voldemort leaned in. He licked her lips as his cock started to relax, then he kissed her.

"I love you," he whispered. But not a second later, his own eyes went wide, startled at his own words.

Panting, Bella immediately screamed in joy like a deranged, obsessed schoolgirl. She threw her arms around his neck and pecked him back. "I love you too, My Lord!"

What?! What is happening to me? Love? I don't love her! Immediately, Voldemort questioned the words that came out of his mouth. I was too gentle with her. Why?

Nothing made sense. Everything he did with Bellatrix went against his overbearing personality.

"My Lord—Will you fuck me every day now? I won't wear clothes ever again, if that is your desire." Bellatrix hungrily voiced, panting with maniacal giggles. "I'll suck your cock all day underneath your table as you work, my Lord."

Voldemort stared at Bellatrix's face. She was by no means ugly; in fact, she was quite beautiful. Having her as a personal plaything was exciting. But she was already his plaything, so he didn't care.

What he did worry about was the state of his mind as a realization dawned.

Something is going horribly wrong with me.

He just knew it.

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