Chapter 30: Chapter 30: The Unseen

    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.

    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?"