Chapter 30

The day after her encounter with Susan where he had been caught by Hermione passed without anything of note. He had been sated enough with his redheaded encounter, with the bonus of an unexpected crimson dessert he had found walking around the corridors after midnight, so he had focused on his training instead. It was just a couple of weeks before the end of the year, and he knew enough about his luck to predict an incoming disaster. This year, he had no intention of getting caught unprepared.

It was amusing to see Hermione pointedly ignoring him whenever she saw him across the room, or in the class. It was funny, because she made sure to watch him like a hawk whenever she thought herself unseen. And she was clearly expecting him to come to talk with her, and longer he had ignored her, more aggressive she started to become in her act of ignoring. Exaggerated huffs, aggressive dashes out of the room, sudden silences, all coupled with desperate glares.

There was no doubt that she had felt herself cheated, and expected him to come begging. More he went without begging, more she got unbalanced, getting more and more hyper. It would be a lie if he said that he wasn't tempted to extend the treatment until the OWLs, and see whether she would collapse under the combined stress, but that was too merciless even for his new mindset.

Instead, he waited until another evening, following her into the library, following her as she disappeared one of the less-visited sections, sneaking until he was just a step away. "You look stressed," he whispered into her ear.

The way she jumped in panic was a delight, but she managed to recognize his voice in time to prevent herself from letting out a cry. "Harry! What are you doing here!"

"Following you," he said even as he took a strategic step forward, one that trapped her between his body and the shelves filled with an esoteric range of books. "You have been a little distracted during the last couple of days. The upcoming exams are getting to you, so as the good friend I'm, I decided to help you."

"You-" she tried to start, but her anger was thick enough to drown her words. She wanted to wail on him, but his selection of venue prevented her from doing it. After a moment's consideration, she settled into a sharp whisper. "How dare you, after that night." She took a deep breath before continuing, and Harry used the opportunity to slide even closer, which she somehow missed. "How dare you do that with Susan?"

"What's the problem?" Harry said dismissively. "What we're doing is just the stress relief, and I simply decided to extend it to another friend."

It was amusing to see her eyes grow in anger, mixed with a horrible realization as she went through the events leading to their unique relationship, with a little mental assistance from him, pulling the memories that followed these discussions to the forefront as well. A sudden smoldering look on her face was enough to indicate success, but the alliance between her will and her anger was strong enough to push back the desire. But her resistance didn't mean she had an answer to his question.

"Anyway," he continued. "This place is not the best for our discussion. I'm going to drop by your room again tonight, where we can discuss your issues, and handle your stress at the same time."

"You're mad if you think we're going to-" Hermione started, picking up the volume with each word, but he silenced her by leaning forward, capturing her lips with a scorching kiss, one that left her toes curling and her heartbeat crazy. A kiss that he had pulled out just as quick as the initial treatment he had been delivering.

He was about to disappear around the corner when he stopped for a moment and turned towards her. "Don't forget to wear something sexy," he added before disappearing, not waiting for her reply.

A couple of hours later, he was once again climbing the stairs to the female dorms, wrapped in his cloak of invisibility, curious about the treatment he would find. He pushed the door gently, and found himself inside the room, with a distinct voice coming from the shower.

A glance showed that Hermione was sitting in her bed, with only a towel around her body, carelessly wrapped while she tried to dry her hair. Clearly, she wasn't expecting him to drop by this early. Neither Lavender nor Parvati was around, but the door to the showers was still open, so he peeked inside, only to see the glorious body of Lavender, with curves enough to rival Susan, wrapped in steam and water. He was glad that it was Lavender and not Parvati, meaning he could cut loose. After all, it wasn't something Lavender hadn't seen before.

He kept the cloak on until he was just a step away from her, and pulled the cloak off his body, revealing his nakedness underneath, broken only by a pair of slippers and a wand holster. He decided to be more aggressive.

"Harry!" she exclaimed in panic, her hands pressing against her mouth too late. "What are you doing here at this hour."

"I told you that I'm going to visit you tonight," he said with a shrug, ignoring his nakedness. And also, he was happy to note that Hermione made no move of fixing her towel despite its crooked wrapping, giving him the view of a rather excessive cleavage.

But before Hermione could say anything, the sound of running water was suddenly cut. "Did you say something, Hermione," called Lavender from the bathroom.

"Nothing, just practicing for tomorrow's Transfiguration class,"

"Don't worry, I'll quiz you after I finish my current task," he said with a smirk.

"No need to hurry!" Hermione exclaimed before turning to him in panic. "Go away," she whispered right after, her gaze daggers. "She can leave the shower at any moment, and she can't see you like that."

"I'm not going anywhere, we need to talk," he answered. "But I can hide until she leaves the room." Hermione looked relaxed, until he reached for her blanket rather than his invisibility cloak, and slid into her bed, pulling the covers up to his head.

"You're still visible!" she whispered in a desperate panic. "How could I explain the bulge in the bed."

"You better come to bed with me then," he answered with a satisfied smirk, not bothering to hide the enjoyment he had from pushing her into the checkmate.

She stood frozen for a moment, but she didn't have much time; not when the footsteps from the bathroom were distinctly getting closer. "I'm going to kill you," she whispered as she tightened the towel around her body, and slipped under the covers, giving him the much-needed cover. He wasn't able to see what was going on with his head buried under the cover, but his hearing was enough.

Lavender stepped into the room a few seconds later, before her footsteps came to a stop. "You're already in bed," she said to Hermione. And not one to miss such an amazing opportunity to play with a furious Hermione, Harry freed Hermione's body from the towel with just a tug, and wrapped his arms around her waist instead, and pulled her body close enough to slide his shaft between her shapely cheeks.

Her body stiffened in anger, but reacting with anger was not an option for her while talking with Lavender. "I decided to take an early night," she answered. "I'm going to wake up early for study."

"So you don't want me to help you studying," Lavender said in acceptance, ready to go away, but that would remove the fun from the situation. His solution came in two parts. Part one, his hand found Hermione's slit, and slipped inside without a warning, distracting her momentarily. Second, he pushed his head out, and made eye contact with Lavender, which was rather easy as hers were grown in shock as she saw him peeking behind Hermione.

Luckily, after the last time, he knew exactly where he needed to touch to make her think that both he and Hermione would be too distracted by their own activities to notice her knowledge. And to be fair, Hermione actually was, her eyes closed to fight against the sudden wave of pleasure. "Okay, but I'm still going to quiz you while you're trying to sleep," Lavender said with a sudden cheerfulness, making Hermione's eyes pop open with shock.

"That's not necessary," she tried to stammer, but the difficulty of speaking was enhanced when his hand found one of her nipples, twisting it sharply, exactly the way she enjoyed the most. Even without seeing her face, Harry knew that Hermione was biting on her lips to contain a moan, though he was finally free to watch Lavender's expression from the corner of the cover now that she was absolutely sure that Harry wouldn't notice her awareness.

"Don't worry, it's not a bother," Lavender waved it off, but the smile on her face told that being helpful wasn't exactly her aim in her insistence. She was clearly enjoying the helpless situation Hermione was in almost as much as him, meaning she would be unintentionally cooperating with his plan.

Excellent news.

Harry ignored Hermione when she twisted her neck to send him a begging gaze while Lavender walked towards the bookcase to pull one of the source material books, her hips dancing quite a bit more than necessary, using the opportunity to tease him. After all, she knew that he was watching her. She was just under the impression that she had managed to hide her own awareness.

Lavender's teasing got more aggressive as she bent down to pick a book from one of the lower shelves, her towel riding up to give a fleeting glimpse of her generously-sized hips. Normally, Hermione would have read him the riot act for watching that view, but she was too busy trying to keep her voice down under the hegemony of his fingers.

He decided to make the situation even more fun. Before Lavender's return, he whispered a sentence that earned a panicked glare from Hermione. "Do you remember the thing you promised me in the broom closet?" he asked even as he grabbed his wand to cast a special multipurpose spell that both cleaned and lubricated her puckered hole.

Harry wasn't sure whether she remembered the promise instantly, but the sensation in her bowels was rather clear as far as the clues went. She had just enough time to send back a begging glare before Lavender returned, a glare that he wholeheartedly thwarted for his own aims, making her think that Lavender hadn't noticed what had been going on as well, to stay until Harry applied a counter-trick.

"So, Hermione, tell me about the six critical components of temporary fish-to-mammal transfigurations to ensure a stable spell matrix," started Lavender with obvious glee as she put the book on her lap, one hand on the cover, her other hand on her lap, strategically hidden by the book, proving that she was a rather naughty minx without Harry's intervention as well. As she sat, her towel also slid down enough to give a very generous cleavage, hiding her nipples, but not all of her deliciously-pink areolas.

"Umm, Lavender, maybe you should fix your towel," Hermione managed to stammer, which was a

"Come on, Hermione," Lavender answered dismissively. "We're roommates for five years, it's not the first time you're seeing these babies," she answered. To emphasize, Lavender pulled her towel down, and cupped her sizable, but still shapely breasts, her erect nipples enough clue about her arousal. "These won't bite you, you know," she added. "Now, answer the question."

To Hermione's credit, she managed to answer the question with surprising clarity for a girl that was struggling against the presence of a sizable shaft slowly invading her puckered hole for the first time, stretching her rather radically in the process. He wasn't able to see Hermione's face, but from the intensifying arousal on Lavender's face, he was willing to bet that it was a beautiful face.

"The second question," Lavender said even as one of her hands strategically disappeared behind her book once more, the repeated movements of her elbow rather suspicious. She asked another complicated question, her expression a mixture of arousal and amusement.

Harry couldn't say that she wasn't justified. After all, he was slowly invading Hermione's puckered hole, and its strain was rather easy to read despite Hermione's intense efforts to keep it away from her voice while she answered her question, which, impressively, was still correct.

But the extraordinary scale of her academic abilities was little help as he pushed his shaft deeper at each beat, not bothering to keep a slow pace, making it harder for her to maintain her composure. "You don't seem to have studied enough for it," Lavender asked Hermione with amusement dancing behind her eyes. "You're taking far too long to think. Maybe this time, you won't be able to get an 'O'."

"Never-rrr!" Hermione answered, her reply turning into an out of control cry as he chose that exact moment to slip his fingers into her wetness once more, the sudden rush of pleasure breaking her tenuous control.

"Calm down, Hermione. It was just a joke," Lavender said, not even bothering to her amused chuckle, which had the added benefit of making her naked bosom tremble teasingly, making him long for the moment he could sink his fingers into their great expanse without worry. But in the end, it was easy to control that desire when his shaft was wrapped tightly by Hermione's virgin back door.

"Maybe we should stop-ppp!" Hermione answered, unable to keep herself from letting out another cry towards the end when his thumb found her knob, teasing it with sharp circular movements. "I'm not feeling well-ll!"

"Okay then," Lavender answered even as she let the book to collapse on her lap, using her recently-freed hand to cusp her breasts for additional stimulation, letting Harry guess that Hermione closed her eyes to fight against the strain. Or maybe it was the effect of his mental intervention, making her confident in her subtlety even when it was completely unwarranted. Luckily, he had the foresight to hamper Hermione's logic equally well, turning the situation into something rather enjoyable.

Another minute passed without a spoken word, but moans galore from both girls; the situation balanced on the knife's edge. He was tempted to disperse the effect on both of them simultaneously, adding shame and shock to the already complicated event, but he kept himself back, mostly because he wanted the situation to climax rather explosively.

But before he could decide how to break the situation, Lavender decided to act, much to his surprise. She stood up without any mental prompting from him, and closed in towards their bed, the loose towel around her waist her only clothing. Hermione noticed her only when Lavender spoke once more. "You look red, Hermione. Do you have a fever?"

"N-no," Hermione managed to stammer, her eyes popping open, only partially due to shock, the other half of the credit going for Harry's sudden intrusion to push his shaft into her untouched depths.

"Are you sure?" Lavender answered mischievously. And when Hermione failed to answer while struggling against Harry's intensified assault, she sat on the edge of the bed, and put her hand on Hermione's forehead. "Your skin feels hot," she added. "Maybe we should visit Madam Pomfrey?"

"Unnecessary," Hermione managed to say, half gasp half whisper, trying to resist Harry's invasion, which was almost complete, assisted by the diversionary strikes of his fingers.

Harry decided the current situation wasn't really fair to Lavender, so he grabbed the cover, and pulling it away surreptitiously, enough to reveal Hermione's tits, his hands still buried in their depths.

"Okay, but let me wipe your face with a wet towel at least, as you clearly have a fever," Lavender said, then continued with a chuckle. "Or maybe we can remove the covers to reduce your body heat."

"Wet towel sounds more than fine!" Hermione answered with panic, who was well aware of the sight that was waiting for Lavender underneath her blanket.

"If you wish so," Lavender said, and stood up to walk towards the bathroom, her towel loosened further, only her hand keeping it in place, though her grip was low enough to leave half of her hips naked, which danced in rather exaggerated movements as she disappeared, well aware of the eyes that was watching her, stretching the opportunity to play the innocent tease to the max.

Hermione turned towards him when Lavender disappeared in the bathroom. "Harry, please-" she begged as she twisted to look at him once more, but he chose to silence her complains with a searing kiss, not stopping his merciless slamming even for a moment.

"Come on, sweetie," he said after pulling back from the kiss for a moment. "You're doing really well. Just a few more minutes before the final explosion. And, can you honestly say the pressure of trying to hide it didn't make it more enjoyable." She didn't answer, but the cute blush that managed to find a place on her face despite the extremity of the situation. "Just make sure to keep your voice down while climaxing," he reminded her, and slid back under the covers while her panic awakened with revenge. But she lacked the opportunity to answer when Lavender appeared on the doorway once more, carrying a wet towel in her hands, her own towel somehow managing to stay in place, but with the impression that it could slide away at any moment.

Harry waited until Lavender sat on the edge of the bed once more to turn the intensity of his treatment to the maximum, ignoring the sound of their flesh colliding filling the room. Hermione managed to bite her lips to keep her voice down while Lavender placed the towel on her face, but when Harry's fingers picked up speed once more, her willpower finally pulled the flag of surrender.

"I'm coming," she moaned helplessly as the pleasure invaded her brain, and Harry chose that exact moment to discard the towels, revealing their bodies to Lavender's gaze, simultaneously dispersing the subtle mental effect on the girls that prevented them from realizing they had been noticed. "No!" Hermione shouted, trying to sound desperate, but mixed with a moan, it conveyed guilt enjoyment.

Lavender watched the view with widened eyes, even with her prior awareness, not expecting to get such a prime view. Hermione used the towel to cover her face while pulling her legs to her chest to hide her body, but it only gave Harry better access to her puckered hole, enjoying the way she tightened after her climax. Meanwhile, Lavender put one of her arms around her chest absentmindedly, too shocked by the sudden reveal to react, her eyes locked on Harry's face.

"Hi, Lavender?" Harry asked with a smirk even as he continued to ravage Hermione's tight hole. "How are you on this nice evening?"