Chapter 9: The Quiet Corner

Harry was feeling horny as he walked away from the Room of Requirements, his arousal rising as he left Susan behind alone, in the throes of pleasure. It was tempting to go back and to see how she was spending her free time, but he needed to study as well. He had already lost too much time in his fun extracurriculars. He needed to increase his spell repertoire for combat purposes. Transfiguration was fun to use, but adding a couple of hard-hitting esoteric spells would increase his combat potential further.

With that in mind, he picked a few books that looked like they might contain something useful, and walked towards to the back of the library, looking for a seat that he wouldn't be disturbed by any passerby. School crowd was getting progressively more annoying as the days go, and silence was always a treat.

He picked a specific corner table as the destination, a lone one deep into the history section, covered with three huge bookshelves, almost invisible from outside. He remembered it from the second year, where he was doing his best to hide from the crowd who thought he was responsible for the petrifications. But when he arrived at the corner of the library, he saw that he wasn't the only one that had the idea of hiding.

"Hermione," he said cheerfully as he pulled a chair next to her. "What a nice happenstance."

"Harry," she stammered, caught flatfooted by his sudden presence. "What are you doing here!"

He shrugged. "I decided to do some extra work," he explained, and Hermione nodded approvingly despite her growing panic. Some things never changed, he noted. "And since I don't want annoying people crowding around, I decided to hide in here. I'm assuming you're here to hide as well."

"Yes," she murmured with a resigned tone, and he steadfastly ignored her tone, acting like he wasn't aware who she was trying to hide from. It wasn't surprising, considering how during their last encounter, she had managed to lose herself in his touch enough to miss her twisted nakedness until it was too late. "I was just about to finish, actually," she said, trying to stand up.

"Sit," Harry ordered, not even bothering to look at her while he said so. His voice wasn't even loud, barely above a whisper, and no infliction that denoted anger or urgency. Nevertheless, it was an order, and Hermione acted accordingly, sitting back to her seat without even thinking about it. "It wouldn't be a bother for you to help me in my studies, right?" he asked innocently, leaving her to imagine that the steel behind the initial order was just an illusion, but still leaving her under its effects. Her ability to rationalize and reframe was beautiful, especially when it poetically worked to her detriment.

"Sure," she whispered, and went back to her work. With that, they started studying. It was amusing to watch her blush whenever he leaned closer to ask a question about the theory behind one of the spells he was studying, only to turn into relief as he turned back to his work, but with a dash of primal disappointment that left her ashamed just by feeling it.

After a couple of repeats, the situation started to lose its impressiveness, which simply wouldn't do. So, the next time he asked a question, he made an effort to reach into her mind, pulling her memories of the last evening to the surface, especially the moments where she was wearing nothing but her shoes, his shaft lodged comfortably between her cheeks, his fingers exploring her insides to bring a second climax, while she only reacted with demanding moans.

The blush was back on her face as the memories hit her with the all the subtlety of a freight train. A second later, she tried to stand up, but he put his hand on her thigh in a casual gesture that might have been thought as absentminded, preventing her from sitting up. She could have pushed his hand on the side and stood up, there was no physical power behind his touch. But like his earlier order, it carried enough binding power in her mind due to the associations of authority in her mind.

Harry smirked in satisfaction. There was a distinct taste in playing the otherwise strong-willed girl like a toy, changing her direction with the barest of the touches.

He continued reading his book, his hand moving back and forth, reminding her body about the treatment it received yesterday, and the fact that he occasionally put a bit of mental focus to pull the corresponding memories to the front hadn't helped her to maintain her calm. Her arousal was reacting to a point that was hard to ignore.

"I need to go," she suddenly said, getting away from the soft caresses of his hand. Harry turned towards her, his eyebrow quirked in demand of an answer. "I need to visit the bathroom," she explained hurriedly.

Harry wasn't above peeking into her mind to ascertain the truth of her words. He saw that it was the truth, but interestedly noted that it wasn't for the usual reason of visit. No, she was planning a visit to satisfy her arousal, which was threatening to go out of control. "Sure, go ahead," Harry said, turning back to his book, listening to Hermione get away with rapid steps.

He had no intention of letting her get away, of course. He didn't bother working her up to a point she would have to run away with an urgent need of relief, just for her to find it away from him. He pulled his cloak on and followed her. He had caught up with her just as she was stepping inside the nearest bathroom. He stepped just after her, and even managed to sneak into the same cubicle before she could close the door.

The speed she pulled open her robe was a good indicator of her arousal, straining a few of the buttons dangerously close to ripping. Her blouse experienced the same treatment, pulled open in seconds to reveal her bra underneath, which she didn't even bother to remove, just pulled down to allow her fingers to access. One of her hands stayed on her orbs, mauling her flesh with a sense of urgency, while the other pushed her skirt up before disappearing in the confines of her underwear, her fingers disappearing into her tunnel without the slightest hesitation.

For a moment, he did nothing, just watching with great interest as she struggled to reach a release. He would have continued watching, but she looked already close to release. He didn't want her to climax without his contribution. He decided to leverage the opportunity when she closed her eyes to enjoy her upcoming arousal to the fullest, stepping out of the cover of the cloak.

He leaned forward, planning to surprise her when she opened her eyes, but her instinctual moan was too much for him. "Harry," she whispered, the word filled with longing and desire.

It was too good of an opportunity to miss, so he leaned forward. "Yes, Hermione," he whispered into her ear.

"Harry!" she repeated, but the deep longing replaced with shock and panic. "What are you doing here?" she added.

"I would try to keep silent," he whispered. "You never knew who else might decide to visit the bathroom in an inopportune moment, right?" She looked mortified, realizing what her surprised shout risked. He continued. "And to answer your question, you called, and I appeared. Your state of dress is a welcome surprise though."

She threw him one of her signature looks, demanding the truth from him, though, as expected, its efficiency was significantly lesser when she was half naked, with one hand still hidden in her panties. "Your need was clear, but since you looked reluctant to ask for help, I decided to follow to see if there was something I can help. I owe you that after you worked so hard to solve my problems, one in particular."

"It's not necessary," she murmured in shock, even as she tried to wrap her head around his answer, which was total bullshit in so many ways, but both her mind and her hormones were too jumbled to catch even one of those reasons.

"It doesn't have to be," Harry said even as he brought one of his hands on her breasts, gently cupping her flesh. "I'm doing it because I can help a friend by doing that. Nothing less, nothing more." His voice was kind, almost tender, but his fingers' attitude was completely different, sinking deep into her flesh without mercy.

But it wasn't the only surprise Harry had in mind. Her lips parted open, about to let out a shocked moan, one that had the potential to be heard from the corridor if her preceding breath was any indicator, raising an urgent need to silence her. And it wasn't that Harry lacked options. He could have cast a silencing charm, or could have used his free hand to cut off her voice. But he had something more interesting in mind.

He leaned forward, closing the small distance between their faces, until his lips were pressing against hers for the first time…

The sensation of shock that passed through her body was as clear as a physical entity, enough to be felt on both his lips and on his fingertips. Her body slackened, her hands falling to the side helplessly, and even her legs lost their strength for a second, threatening to leave her falling, a threat his arm managed to prevent at the last second by wrapping around her waist. It was tempting to sank his tongue into her mouth in a move that would underline his victorious invasion, but he held back.

Her expression was deliciously scandalized, he noted after he pulled back a second, a detail that just added to her sexiness when combined with her half-naked state and her out of control breathing. "My first kiss…" she murmured, though even with that, the accusation was clear in her tone.

"Ups," he murmured, doing nothing to make his overdone regret to seem any less fake. "I'm truly sorry," he whispered even as he leaned forward once more. She tried to take a step back, but the wall was there to prevent her. "But since I already did it, we better make it count." She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away, but they lacked power for anything more than momentarily stall him, not when they still trembled with arousal. "Think of it as practice."

His lips closed over hers once more, dancing around the ruby border. For a moment, he thought that she was going to stay passive, readying himself to grab her hair painfully to extract a reaction one way or another. But before he did so, she decided to take the advice he had tacked on at the last second, and started to respond. They were hesitant at first, reacting to his assault with a delay. But soon, they picked up speed, bringing her resistance to a more equal setting.

For him, it signified the time to stop playing around. His tongue jumped into her mouth without a warning, shocking her motionless once more with his aggressiveness. Soon, her lips joined the dance once more, but this time, they were accepting of his dominance. Good, he thought. It was time for the real event.

A muffled moan that escaped her throat, only to die on his lips. It was a rewarding reaction for his hand, sliding into confines of her panties, teasing her entrance. She tried to pull back, but she didn't have a space to do so. She tried to say anything, but his lips didn't allow her to do so. Soon, two of his fingers slid inside her, forcing her familiar walls to expand, which replaced her resistance with a more delicious squirming.

Curious about her expression, he pulled back, only to meet with a face blanked with expression, barely aware enough to remember the significance of keeping her voice down, and achieving that biting her lips erotically. "You like this very much, don't you," he whispered into her ear, barely managing to keep a deriding nickname in the end. A good choice, as even his current words were enough to break her trance, but not shocking enough to force her to push his hand away, especially not when the climax she was desperately desiring was so close.

He closed on for another kiss as she did her best to stand upright under the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her whole being. But it was a battle in vain, especially when he could read her mind simultaneously to see what was working and what wasn't, playing her like a violin in the hands of a skilled musician. Soon, her pleasure rose into a crescendo, forcing a cry off her throats even his lips failed to muffle completely. Luckily, they were still the only ones in the bathroom.

With her legs trembling badly once more, Hermione needed a seat. Transfiguration came to help once more, conjuring a comfortable chair for him to sit. He did so, then quickly pulled his pants and underwear down, so she ended up sitting directly on his lap. "And that's why you shouldn't feel bad asking for my help," he murmured into her ear with obvious satisfaction. "It was much better than solo, right?"

"It was," she murmured with a sigh as she lay against his chest, her mind still short-circuited with pleasure. Then, her words managed to pop through what she had just admitted, awakening her rationality once more.

She tried to stand up, but with her trembling legs, she wouldn't have been successful even without his arms, wrapped tight against her chest. But he welcomed her struggle, as it gave him the opportunity to pull her skirt out of the way and align her shaft so that when she sat back on her lap, his shaft was snuggled comfortably between her legs.

She turned to him in panic, her mind cleared enough to argue back. But before she could say anything, they heard the door opening, followed by the closing of several footsteps. His smirk widened as he gestured Hermione to keep silent. She nodded timidly while he slid his hands to her chest, sinking his fingers into her naked chest once more.

"It was an amazing shopping trip, right, Ginny?" said a voice he recognized as one of the Gryffindor girls from the fourth year. Meanwhile, he squeezed Hermione's breast tighter, aware that she wasn't in a condition to make a noise. She turned towards him, trying to glare angrily, but she needed to learn it was a hard expression to achieve when she was still under the effects of a strong climax. He smiled smugly, then pulled one of his hands away, but before Hermione could relax, he grabbed his wand, and vanished her panties, leaving her nether lips directly pressing against the top side of his shaft.

"Yes, it was," Ginny answered, but it was easy for him to see she didn't share the same enthusiasm.

"You definitely showed Romilda after she dared you to buy that robe," the other said with glee. "She was acting all superior because she had an allowance to buy a dress robe without writing home, and boom, you buy it before she pulled enough money. I don't remember seeing her that purple, ever."

As the nameless girls spoke, Harry pushed Hermione a little so she was sitting directly over his length. "I suggest you started moving before I'm tempted to do something I might regret later on." Her growing eyes told him that she got the message, loud and clear. A barely audible whimper escaped as she started to move over his shaft, giving a taste of her warmth, tempting him for a full course meal before its time.

"Yeah, I showed her," Ginny said, not as happy with the recollection as her nameless friend was. Harry listened with interest, even though Hermione's rocking presence was quite a distraction.

"You definitely did," the other said. "It was very kind of the twins to give you an allowance without your parents knowing though. They don't seem the type. I know they are your brothers, but I have always thought they were a bit of mean. Happy to see it's not so though."

"Yeah, they have hearts of gold," Ginny said. Harry could see Hermione was getting used the situation, so he decided to increase her challenge. His fingers landed around her knob, dragging small circles around, adding an ever-growing component of panic on her face.

"Speaking of gold, do you think you can pay the galleon you borrowed by next week. I'm planning to order some new school supplies."

"Sure, I'll write the twins right away," Ginny said in a convincing attempt of acting, and only because he was aware of the full extent of her fuck-up he was able to catch.

"Good," the other one said, and they left the bathroom, leaving Harry filled with the satisfaction of another plot solving itself effectively.

Though he might be wrong, as that satisfaction might also be about the messy haired beauty on his lap, rocking back and forth in an attempt to carry him to the other side of the chasm. "Faster," he whispered into her ear. She opened her mouth to say something, but at the moment, he wasn't interested in her words, so his teeth closed around her neck, biting her hard enough to convert her words to another cry. "Fewer words, more work," he ordered.

Her hands wrapped around his shaft in an effort to bring him closer, but he had more interesting things in mind. Not the full course, maybe, but just a bite to test the seasoning. He grabbed her hips, forcing her to rise up, while he aligned his shaft to her entrance. "Harry, no!" she exclaimed. "Not that."

"Come on, Hermione. No need to worry," he explained even as he forcibly pulled her down, enough for entrance to swallow the crown. "It's just the tip."

"But, it's too-" she tried to say, but when he pushed her up until he was out, only to repeat the motion, aborting rest of her sentence. A satisfied moan escaped his lips as well as his crown, slippery with her juices, had no trouble sliding into her entrance, tempting him to test just how much of it she could swallow before yelping in pain.

"It's too, what?" he asked even as he repeated the motion.

No answer came for the first few seconds, with her lips too busy letting out a string of moans, forced out by a presence she was unaccustomed off. "It's too risky," she managed to say soon after.

"So, you would prefer if I pull out," he gasped into her ear, making sure he ceased to lead her movements.

"Yes," she whispered, but the fact that her hips continued to go up and down, subjecting the top of his length with the best massage it ever experienced, sapped the convincing power of her statement.

"Okay," Harry whispered still. "But you still owe me a climax. You need to offer me something equivalent." He brought his finger to her puckered hole. "Maybe this one," he murmured, extracting a panicked gasp of her as pulled away in panic. "Relax," he added. "I'm just teasing you. Another full sight of your beautiful body is enough. Just stand in front of me, and make sure your skirt doesn't hide any important part of your beautiful body."

He hadn't even needed to reinforce his command with a dash of guilt for her to follow, standing in front of him with everything on display. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pumping leisurely even as he looked deep into her eyes. She avoided his gaze. "Don't pull your eyes away when I'm looking for you!" he ordered.

She looked at him once more, her fragility reminding him of a cornered rabbit, looking at the attacking snake with vulnerable eyes. But a rabbit would never have the deep need to be eaten shining in its big, vulnerable eyes. "Good," he added. "Now, why don't you put your fingers back to work, so I don't feel self-conscious by being the only one masturbating." She looked indecisive, but when he nodded toward his own shaft, reminding her about the alternative, she complied, three of her fingertips disappearing between her nether lips.

"Beautiful," he murmured, watching in satisfaction as she trembled under another rising wave of pleasure, far quicker than the earlier one she tried to achieve by her own, and soon, she was trembling helplessly once more as her juices slid down her legs, but against all reason, she managed to stay standing. It was enough to push him over the edge as well.

"Take a step forward," he ordered, and she did so without thinking the implication. He pointed his shaft to the side, covering her inner thighs white, with a sizable amount falling on more dangerous locations. She yelped in panic, grabbing the edge of her skirt, about to clean herself. "Stop," he ordered. "Leave it on."

"What?" she murmured with a trembling voice, but she let the skirt fall, hiding her thighs from sight while still dirty, which was the most important thing according to him.

"Good girl," he said, reinforcing the sensation with a kiss, and another mental probe before pulling the invisibility cloak around himself. "I'm going back to studying, drop by after fixing yourself," he added before stepping out, leaving her behind, trembling, dirty, and confused…