Chapter 6: 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.

    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.