Chapter 6: Harry's Unexpected Visit to Hermione

The encounter with Susan was fun, but with an annoying side effect. It left him randy, without a release. He needed a solution for that. Well, he had one that he could convince his 'best friend' to provide. His initial plan was to track Daphne and arrange another encounter, but a look to the map revealed that she was already in her dorm. He could have barged there, of course, but it required him to reveal more cards than he was comfortable with.

Finding her was an easy task with the map. She was holed in a random abandoned classroom on the second floor. Clearly she was trying to stay away from him, but it was a bad choice. The Common room would be a better choice with all the people inside, and her dorm be the best, making it hard for him to sneak inside without looking too suspicious. But a random abandoned classroom, while he had a map that allowed him to find anyone in the castle; she couldn't have made it easier if she tried…

Or maybe she actually did, Harry noted with a smile. Maybe she wanted to spend some more private time with him, at least subconsciously. She had enjoyed their last session almost as much as him, something his fingers could attest to. With that in mind, he traversed through the corridors, and soon, he was in front of the classroom.

"Hello, Hermione," he said cheerfully as he stepped inside the classroom, making her jump in panic.

"Harry! Don't do that," she said angrily. "Do you want me to have a heart attack?"

"Can witches and wizards even have heart attacks? Doesn't our magic prevent it?" Harry asked, trying to add another layer of distraction.

His attempt worked perfectly as her expression shifted into the determined one that she took whenever she took when she came against a puzzle. "I don't think so," she decided a second later. "The magical potential of our bodies always working to fix small flaws like fat build-up in the veins, which means a heart attack cannot occur without a curse." She stopped for a second. "Wait a minute," she added, fury returning to her face as she remembered her earlier anger. "You're just trying to distract me?"

"Correction," Harry said as he took the seat next to her. "I have already distracted you."

"What are you talking…" she started, but her words dwindled as a thick blush covered her face. Harry hadn't needed to check her thoughts to know she was thinking about the magnificent blowjob she had given him in the middle of the common room last night. Her blush, combined with her wandering eyes told him just as much. "Harry…" she said, only to fade out once more, overwhelmed with emotions.

"It's okay, Hermione," Harry spoke in a calm tone, but hadn't neglected to add a mental probe that actually triggered a sensation of calmness, soothing some of the panic she was feeling. "You were a good friend, and helped me to calm down after I learned that, once again, my Defense teacher tried to kill me, this time even earlier than usual."

As he expected, the news he just gave was enough for her to ignore their last encounter. "What are you talking about!" she asked panickedly.

"Umbridge had slipped it yesterday that she was the one that sent the Dementors during the summer, apparently to make things easier for Fudge," Harry said, not bothering to hide his annoyance at that fact. Being a target to an assassination was one thing, but to be targeted by Umbridge just because he was an inconvenience hurt his pride. At least Voldemort had the courtesy of treating him like an actual threat!

"That's horrible," she said as she jumped up her feet, preparing to walk away. "We need to go tell McGonagall."

He grabbed her wrist before she could take a second step, satisfied to note that just a slight pull was enough to stop her. Before their sessions started, it would be impossible to stop her when she was one of her moods. She turned at him questioningly. "What exactly would that achieve?" he asked.

"So that she could remove her from her post, of course," Hermione explained, but her voice was much less certain than her words.

"And how she would do that?" he asked. Hermione looked at him without comprehension, unable to recognize the issue he was raising. Harry decided to explain more in detail. "They weren't able to remove her when Dumbledore was here, despite the fact that she was actively torturing students. Do you think McGonagall could remove her by blaming her for assassination, with no evidence other than my own words."

"But-" she tried to argue, but Harry cut her off.

"She is the undersecretary of Fudge, and there is no way she did something so extreme without Fudge's approval. Even she can't be that much of an idiot." Harry sighed, but also used her shocked distraction for his benefit, pulling her on his lap. In her state, she barely noticed. "And I don't need to remind you how Fudge threw Hagrid Azkaban without a trial, just to be seen doing something, or how Dumbledore was the only thing that saved me from being kicked out of the magical world this summer. I'm not fancying my chances with another confrontation with the fucked up legal system."

"But that's not fair," she exclaimed, waving her hands, and Harry used the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist tightly. That caused her to realize their relative positioning, her words dying on her lips. She tried to stand up weakly, but Harry's grip didn't allow her to complete the movement. Her blush showed she was reluctant to make a more concentrated effort.

"Nothing is," Harry replied even as he started rubbing her stomach absentmindedly. "Last year, we had seen the Minister of Magic executing a witness just because his words might be convenient, while many of the Death Eaters who returned to Voldemort instantly roamed around freely for years. We are not in a fair world."

"I know, but…" she said, trying to leave his casual touch unmentioned, but the way she shifted in his lap didn't just suggest discomfort, but also a desire that she tried to hide. It wasn't exactly a surprise, as he wasn't the only one that had ended the night with a happy note.

"Don't worry," he said, letting his hands roam upwards, caressing the bottom of her breasts.

She stiffened under his touch. "Harry, what are you doing!" she exclaimed, trying to get up from his lap, but he was ready. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his lap once more, this time directly over his shaft. "Harry!" she repeated.

"Calm down," he whispered throatily in her ear. "You're tense, and I'm helping you just like you helped to me. It wouldn't be fair if I allow you to wallow in your stress."

"I didn't-" she tried to say, but she made the mistake of turning towards him, which meant eye contact. After days of practice, and his increasing familiarity with her incredibly ordered mind, it was a child's play to enhance the sense of pleasure she remembered, especially since she was already thinking about those exact moments.

"You don't need to ask," he whispered in the same throaty tone. "What kind of friend I would be if I wasn't able to read your needs." It was pure bullshit, of course, but just smooth enough to pass through her filters in her confused state.

"All right," she murmured before falling silent, consenting for his full access to her pretty body.

Her presence pressing against his shaft boosted his arousal, begging for him to push her down and have his way with her mercilessly, but he wanted to take it slowly. One of hand, he left over her stomach, rubbing softly, while the other climbed upwards, arriving at her neck in the form of a gentle massage after leaving a lingering caress on her breasts. An appreciative moan escaped her lips, not intentional if he was the following blood rush to her face correctly.

"Do you like it," he murmured. She failed to give an answer, so he repeated the question. This time, she gave a shaking nod. "Good," he said. He let his hand slip through the space between the buttons of her robe, his touch sharper, limited only through much thinner fabric of her shirt, rubbing until he earned another moan. His hand started moving downwards, unlocking the buttons of her robe on the way while lowering his caresses to her legs.

His right hand copied the motion, slipping on her shoulder for a second before finding the top button on her robe, copying the movement until it reached the beginning point of his other hand, despite the temptation to stay around and care for her breasts. And if the whimper she let out as he ignored them in his passage was any indicator, he wasn't the only one that was feeling that temptation.

Both of his hands completed their tasks, and he was rewarded with a parted-open robe. But their job was yet to finish. His right hand started working on the buttons of her shirt, bit by bit, revealing her smooth belly for his attention, his fingers touching to her skin much more than what was strictly necessary. Meanwhile, his left hand found her inner thigh, slowly climbing upwards, making her tenser, like a violin getting tuned by a musician just before the concert.

However, too much tenseness risked snapping her off, so he decided to prevent the risk. He leaned forward until his lips were pressing to her neck, leaving a soft, lingering kiss at the soft spot where her chin ended and her neck started. She shivered helplessly, but it distracted her enough to allow him to finish unlocking the buttons of her shirt. The view he had over her shoulder was exemplary, tempting him to delve into the soft flesh of her breasts.

But once again, he ignored in favor of continuing the same flow. He used his right hand to reach for the zipper of her skirt, while his hand climbed closer and closer to her nether lips while caressing her inner thighs. He pulled her zipper down with torturous slowness, enjoying the way her breath hitched with each click, all without the slightest mental touch. He leaned toward her ear, but before saying anything, he grabbed her earlobe between his teeth, biting softly. "Stand up," he whispered in the darkest, most suggestive voice he could manage, punctuated by another soft bite.

She was trembling with anticipation as she stood up, her earlier hesitance forgotten. He stood up as well, standing close enough that his chest was brushing her back as he brought his hands back to her shoulders, wanting to unwrap his present properly, layer by layer. First, he hooked his fingers on the edge of her robe, pulling it downward slowly. Her arms opened to the side, and the robe dropped, pooling on the ground. Seconds later, her shirt met with the same fate, leaving her shivering in the room. Harry doubted her shivers had anything to do with the temperature of the room, which was more than comfortable.

"You like this, don't you," he whispered into her ear, even as his hand reached to her skirt, and a soft tug later, it shared the exact same end. Once again, she failed to give an answer. He brought his hand to her cheek, under the wholesome cover of her boring panties after the disappearance of her skirt, and gave a warning squeeze. "It's rude, leaving my questions hanging, don't you think?"

For a moment, she shuffled without saying anything, making Harry afraid that he had pushed for too much, but then her lips opened, a whisper escaping. "Yes." A single word that hung in the air despite the lack of power behind it.

"Good girl," he said, converting his squeeze to a soft caress as he sat down. He grabbed her hand, leading her to sit on his lap in the exact same situation, while the other reached for his wand, allowing him to cast a vanishing spell, getting rid of his own pants, not wanting to deal with removing his own pants, afraid to break the spell with his rough movements.

There was no way she missed the absence of his pants as she sat down, their naked legs resting against each other, but she chose to act like she hadn't noticed it, and Harry let it slide. He had more important things to pay attention, like exploring her naked skin with a sense of leisure he had never had before. Occasional whimpers started escaping her mouth, with an undertone of begging that Harry ignored in favor of taking it slow. Still, he had been surprised to see just how easy it had been her to bring to a point she begged for more.

Her hips started moving, At first, it was nothing more than a tremble, or so he thought. But it continued, getting more obvious as the seconds passed, wordlessly begging him for more as she treated his shaft between her cheeks, separated only by their underwear.

He decided to reward her. He reached to the back of her bra, unlocking it with a move he was getting more and more proficient with, loosening the infernal prison over her spectacular breasts. It slid down, treating him to the amazing view of her breasts for a second before they were covered once more. But neither of them was dissatisfied with the new cover, as Harry decided to reply the cups of her bra with his hands after getting rid of her ugly piece, teasing her sensitive skin with his fingers.

His move brought courage to her hips as well, allowing her to desert the last attempt to make it look like it was accidental. She started to put a real pressure behind her grinds, extracting a moan off his lips. The satisfied smirk in her face tempted him to erase it, replacing it with something appropriately subservient, but he held back for the moment, allowing her petty victory.

But not for long. One of his hands deserted their post, traveling downward, dallying around her stomach for a moment before continuing. It arrived at the edge of her panties, but instead of tracing her clit over the fabric, it slid inside the confines of her panties. "Harry!" she exclaimed alarmedly, as his hand broke through another barrier of intimacy, but it was already too late. His fingers found her knob, roughly drawing a circle around, replacing her complaint with a cry filled with need.

Even then, her hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull it away, but it was a feeble attempt, with neither power nor conviction behind, allowing him to ignore it while focusing on giving her what she really needed. A few more seconds of concentrated assault on her clit, and her hand fallen aside, forgotten, as trying to muffle her moans started to take the entirety of her attention. Same muffled moans only emboldened Harry to push further, his fingers sinking deeper into her beautiful breasts, extracting louder cries, which quickened the pace as he rubbed her arousal.

The most delicious vicious cycle Harry had ever seen.

But every vicious cycle had an ending. For this, it was an unbidden cry from Hermione, breaking through her attempts to keep them low, as the earthquake of arousal took her under its control, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. Her body lost all tension, her weight collapsing on his lap, which sent his arousal to a new level. He decided to push her even further.

"That's too much!" she managed to exclaim despite the haze when his fingers found her entrance, sliding inside with almost no effort, the path slick with her juices. "You cannot-" she started, but her opinion about what he could and couldn't do never saw the light of day when he added a second finger inside, replaced with her passion filled cries once more as his fingers impaled her opening.

"You were saying," Harry whispered into her ear playfully before moving to her neck, littering her skin with soft kisses.

"I-" she started to say, but Harry chose that exact moment to increase the speed, destroying her words with a very enjoyable weapon once more. He slowed down, allowing her to catch her breath, but sped up once more when she opened her mouth to say something. Her hips started rocking once more, following his pace to grind on his shaft, tempting Harry for more.

The barrier of their underwear was cutting his pleasure, so Harry decided to get rid of them. Stopping her to remove her panties risked to destroy the mood she was in, but thankfully, magic was always there to provide an answer. Two vanishing spells, and both his boxers and her panties disappeared, allowing his shaft to feel the unrestricted warmth of her plump flesh as her cheeks wrapped around his shaft, pumping it up and down.

Hermione either failed to notice, or chose to left it uncommented. Either way, it allowed Harry to use her beautiful flesh to push himself closer to a release. An objective that hadn't taken long to reach. Hermione's moans shifted once more, signaling an impending finish, then another earthquake hit, leaving her helpless in the throes of shock. That marked the point where his resistance crumbled, his shaft twitching in preparation. He lifted Hermione's bottom a bit, enough to allow him to aim directly at her ass, and he covered it with his seed, all without even the slightest comment from Hermione.

Her lack of comment made him interested. He checked her face, seeing that she was worse than drunk, looking around in uncomprehendingly. Harry couldn't help but mess with her even more. He grabbed her robe and raised behind her. "Come on, Hermione, wear this so that we can bring you back to the common room," he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. In her state, she failed to notice a very important detail, pulling her robe on. Harry quickly buttoned her robe, conjured pants for his own, and stuffed everything she owned to her bag before leading her out.

They were already halfway in the distance towards the common room when Hermione's eyes popped in sudden comprehension. "Harry! I'm naked!"

She looked like she was about to dash into a classroom, but he grabbed her wrist, preventing her. "No you are not," he said. "You are wearing your robe."

"I'm naked under it," she answered, her blush reaching to monumental proportions.

"Yes, you are," Harry answered casually, barely holding himself from adding the detail that her ass was still covered with his seed. Fun, but it would have overwhelmed her. "You were too dazed to dress, and I wanted to arrive at the common room before the end of the dinner." He shrugged. "I assumed you wouldn't have wanted to be seen by Lavender or Parvati in the middle of the common room in your current state, but if you're okay with it, the next time I will act accordingly."

"No, it's okay," she answered hurriedly, her imagination busy with the gossip disaster it would create if Lavender saw her with her obvious afterglow, but failing to deny Harry's insinuation about the next time. All the better for him.

Hermione sped up, and the rest of the walk passed ordinarily, or as ordinary as it could be while he walked next to a beautiful girl, wearing only his cum underneath her robe. They passed through the Fat Lady uncommented, and like Harry expected, the common room was empty other than a few who were busy trying to finish their homework. "Good evening," Hermione murmured, then dashed towards the stairs before Harry could answer.

Harry just chuckled, then left for Great Hall to have some food. All those encounters left him quite hungry.