Hermione's arms were crossed as her foot repeatedly tapped the floor, exuding a tangible aura of impatience. In front of her, Harry paced back and forth, shooting glances at the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy and his trusty trolls.
"What are you doing—?"
Hermione's question ended early as the wall swung open, revealing a room inside. Harry pulled her through by the hand, shutting the door behind them.
This time, the Room of Requirement took on the appearance of a bedroom with sleet-gray walls and a king sized bed. For Hermione it would have looked like a comfy room and nothing more, but Harry found himself stopping to look around. The room had mimicked his and Hermione's shared bedroom from his last life.
"What is this place?" Hermione asked.
Harry almost thought she was asking what room was being mimicked, before realizing that at this point Hermione had just never seen the Room of Requirement.
"It's an extremely useful one of the castle's secrets," he said. "It's got a lot of names. The Come-and-Go room. The Room of Hidden Things. Usually, people just call it the Room of Requirement."
"And it looks like a bedroom?"
Harry chuckled. "It looks like whatever you wish for. Right now, this is what we needed."
Hermione frowned. She looked around again, searching for what she was missing.
"Why would we need a bed? What did you and Luna do?"
Harry leaned over, brushing aside some of Hermione's bushy hair to cup a hand around her ear. He whispered for a good thirty seconds, delivering a comprehensive description of everything he got up to with Luna before the girl's sudden change. Hermione's cheeks grew progressively redder.
"Wait!" When he finished, Hermione grabbed Harry's chest, pushing him away and pointing her face toward the floor. "You're joking, right? You made all of that up?"
Harry didn't answer, and Hermione slowly forced herself to look at him. He saw comprehension dawning in her eyes.
"But how would that have made Luna into some kind of… of super genius?"
Harry shrugged. "Beats me. I don't really understand any of it… But I've heard stories of girls that were fucked silly before. I guess when a girl is already as silly as it can get, and then you add that, they cancel out?" He held up his hands to show that he was just guessing now.
Noticing Hermione's expression, Harry sighed.
"We don't have to do this," he said. "I don't understand what happened, and you didn't know what you were getting into. We can always walk out that door and pretend this never happened."
"Was Luna the only one?" Hermione asked.
"The only one I've had sex with?"
Hermione started at the word 'sex' like a jumpscare, but she nodded rapidly.
"Let's see." Harry began counting off on his fingers. "There was Luna, Lavender, Fleur, Susan, Su, Tracey, Lilith, Tonks, Alicia, Sinistra—"
Hermione's eyes grew wider with each name. "That's a lot, right?" she interrupted before he could go on.
"Well… I'd say so."
"Then you're good at it? You really know how to have…" her voice dropped, "sex."
"I'm not good," Harry said, causing Hermione's face to fall. "I'm excellent."
Hermione perked back up. She straightened her back, grabbing his hand and leading Harry to the bed. No backing out for her, apparently. Harry hadn't totally expected it, but he wasn't complaining.
When they both sat down on the edge mattress, she froze again.
"How do we start— Mmph!"
Hermione's eyes widened as Harry kissed her. Slowly, she shut them and did her best to kiss back. Harry thought this might be her first kiss. Her movements were sloppy without much technique to speak of. It was odd for Harry, because the Hermione he remembered had been a fantastic kisser. It was one of her favorite activities, right up there with studying, so it was strange to see her as a novice again.
There was a reason he had been avoiding Ginny and Hermione. There was baggage there, having spent a lifetime with each of them. In Ginny's case it felt somewhat distant, but with Hermione? When he passed away before ending up back in the past, he was still her husband. It hadn't felt right to mix either of them up in his chaos.
That changed when Hermione cornered him all but demanding it. Of course she hadn't known what she was saying at the time, but after he explained she'd only gotten more excited, albeit with a fresh sense of embarrassment. Harry slid his hand around the side of her head, cupping her hair and massaging her scalp. As they kissed, Hermione released a quiet moan.
Without thinking Harry's fingers had pressed a spot she always liked. This might have been the first time Hermione was doing this, but Harry had done it hundreds of times with her. He knew her body as well as he knew his own, perhaps even better. If they were going this far, he might as well make it an experience she would never forget.
Hermione was wearing her Hogwarts robes open down the middle, with a sweater and a long skirt beneath them. As they kissed Harry ran his hand up her knee onto her thigh. He began inching her skirt back with his fingers, rubbing the smooth skin as it was revealed.
Harry tilted Hermione's head back. He was already taller than her at this age, although it wasn't by as much as it would be in the future. From above, he worked his tongue deeper into her mouth, using moves that Hermione herself taught him in the future. His hands continued climbing her leg, finally sliding under her skirt instead of pushing it back. Hermione stiffened.
She could feel his hand on her panties, pressing the slight bulge that marked her pussy. Hermione broke their kiss, turning her chin toward her shoulder as she moaned softly. Harry pushed against her panties with his index finger, tracing the bulge from the bottom to the top. When he reached the end his whole hand darted underneath her panties, two fingers poised right at Hermione's entrance.
"Wait!"
Hermione grabbed his wrist. Harry stopped, waiting. Hermione's fingers slowly let go of him, and her hands dropped back to her sides as she looked shy.
"It was a bit embarrassing," she said. "But… go ahead."
Harry's middle and ring finger sank into Hermione's tight, hot folds, making her body stiffen. They wiggled back and forth, rubbing her as they stimulated teh sensitive skin. Hermione's breathing sped up.
"It feels different when it's someone else doing it!" she exclaimed.
"Hermione Granger," Harry said with a smirk, "are you admitting to masturbating?"
"Well I— It was just that um— A slip of the… Slip of the tongue!"
Hermione's stammering excuses were hindered by embarrassment and pleasure, the feeling of Harry's fingers keeping her from getting a cohesive sentence out. Despite her best efforts to act dignified, she was visibly getting into it, spreading her legs and jutting her stomach forward.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," Harry said.
Hermione looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her cheeks were rosy by now. She seemed to consider answering him to be too much effort.
"It's honestly quite hot," Harry went on. "Hermione Granger, wrapped up in bed plunging her fingers into her pussy."
"Don't say that!" Hermione moaned.
"You don't want me talking about your pussy? Your tight, hot, wet pussy?"
"Qui~eeeeeeet…"
As Hermione wailed at him, she grinded her crotch against his fingers, her body doing everything it could to enhance the feeling. Harry's other hand moved slowly, beginning the process of stripping her. First he unbuckled the latch of her robes, allowing them to fall loosely onto the bed. He tugged at the base of her sweater next, fingers sliding across Hermione's flat tummy. Just because he knew she'd always liked it, he pressed his fingers into her belly button, eliciting another moan and making Hermione grind her hips down a second time.
She was getting wetter. As much as she protested it — and she had done so for as long as Harry knew her — dirty talk always turned her on. While he pulled her sweater higher, revealing the stomach underneath, he put his lips to Hermione's ear and whispered quiet vulgar nothings. When he lifted her shirt to her upper chest, she obediently stuck her arms up, allowing him to pull it off over her head. Harry placed his mouth against her ear again as soon as it was out of the way. "Good girl."
Hermione shivered, her pussy spasming.
Her bra was as modest as you'd expect— blue and devoid of any kind of lace while offering the minimum amount of cleavage possible. Harry's hand moved around to her back, unlatching the strap one-handed in his greatest show of experience yet.
By the time her bra came loose, Hermione was too worked up to cover her modesty. Harry was sure she'd be embarrassed about it later, but for now, he was treated to her lovely teardrop-shaped breasts tipped by stiff purple nipples. It was nothing he hadn't seen many times before, but their youth lended them an extra perkiness that he'd forgotten had once been there. He wanted to bite them.
There was other business to attend to first, however. Now that Hermione was half-stripped it was time to get serious.
Harry slid off the bed onto his knees. He pulled his fingers out of Hermione, who gasped at their absence. She looked confused, not understanding why he stopped when he'd been doing so well. Harry grabbed her skirt, pulling it toward him.
It slid off of Hermione's legs. She had wonderful thighs; thick, but firm enough to get a good grip on. They felt great wrapped around your waist. Harry knew that from experience.
When her skirt came off, Hermione sat there in nothing but plain beige panties. They didn't match the bra he'd removed at all. Knowing what Hermione was like at this age, she hardly expected boys to look her way, let alone see her in a position like this. She was beginning to remember that she was supposed to be embarrassed, but was too turned on to think about stopping. She looked cute when she was conflicted.
Harry hauled her panties the same way as her skirt, balling them up and lobbing them over his shoulder. Hermione's lower lips were smeared with arousal leftover from Harry's fingering. Without hesitation, Harry pushed his head between the thighs he'd admired. When his tongue slid into Hermione's hole, her legs constricted against his ears.
The tip of his tongue went straight to Hermione's g-spot, scraping over it in the way that Hermione loved most. Her tastes weren't any different at this age from when she matured. As soon as Harry started, with her body already primed by his fingers, Hermione couldn't handle it. Not only did her legs squish her head, she grabbed his hair, squeezing clumps of it while his tongue worked. All it took was ten seconds for her to climax, flooding Harry's mouth with sweet-tasting juices.
"How can something so small feel so good!" she wailed.
Harry smirked as he pulled back, licking his lips. "What is my tongue small compared to?"
Hermione began to stutter. "N-N-Nothing in particular. Just in general. Th-That's all!"
Harry stood up, placing his face in front of hers as he cupped her chin.
"Are you sure you're not comparing it to your toys?" Harry asked.
Hermione opened her mouth but failed to get any further.
"Masturbating's nothing to be ashamed about, remember?" Harry said. Feeling a tad devious, he lowered his voice. "When you use them, did you ever think of me?"
His plan was to see how far he could push her because she was cute when she blushed. He didn't count on her saying, "Lots!"
"...What?" Harry said.
It's not like he didn't know she had a little crush on him. They got married, for Merlin's sake. But that had been years after this. He was granted his wish to see her blushing as she said, "I always pretend the toys are actually your… thing. But only the big ones!" she hastily added.
If she was worried about offending Harry, she needn't have bothered. He was familiar with her tastes. In his opinion, her toys ranged from 'big ones' to 'even bigger ones'. Unable to help himself, he shed his clothes in record time.
"So how do I stack up against them?" Harry asked.
His erection stuck out toward Hermione who stared at it, enthralled. She reached out, stroking his shaft like it was a live animal.
"I've got a few bigger ones," she said absently. "But this is warm. And it's yours."
He could tell she was distracted, because she didn't hesitate for a second before making such an embarrassing proclamation. Hermione traced his veins with her fingertips. Nearly in a trance, she leaned forward and opened her mouth.
"You don't have to—"
Hermione's mouth was already on him. She put her lips around his tip, running her tongue along it experimentally. Unlike Harry, Hermione didn't have years of oral experience to call upon. She was clumsy, really. Harry didn't mind. She looked gorgeous struggling down his length.
It started well, until she ran out of room in her mouth. He could tell Hermione knew the solution: use her throat. Unfortunately, putting that solution into action was proving troublesome for her.
The first few times she tried, Harry's head collided with her tensed throat and bounced off, making her eyes water. She was holding onto his dick lower down, but her grip was too tight. Smiling, Harry sighed, reaching down. He grabbed Hermione's wrist while pushing on her neck with his other hand.
"Relax," Harry coached.
Her fingers loosened. His dick slid past the first hurdle as Hermione kept her throat loose. She gagged again, forced herself to relax, and took him a little deeper.
In the end she couldn't get past halfway, but that was plenty. Harry relished the rings of lipstick she left on him. With Harry's larger hands cupped over her own, he guided her through the right way to use her fingers, making up for what couldn't fit in her throat.
"That's it," Harry praised. "A little more…"
Hermione's eyes were watering again, this time from lack of air. He could see her nostrils flaring as she bobbed her head. Her hands twisted in opposite directions, using slobber on her palms to move smoothly over his skin. Harry reached out, stroking her forehead and brushing her bangs aside. Hermione looked up at him, and the sight of her cross-eyed brown pupils was enough to put Harry over the edge.
"Here it is!" he warned.
Unused to this kind of thing, Hermione didn't think about pulling back so that his cum would deposit smoothly in her mouth. Instead, she left his cockhead in her throat, creating a messier finish.
Hermione pulled back abruptly, looking startled. Her mouth hung open as she coughed. Her makeup had smeared, lipstick spread down to her chin. Cum was visible inside her mouth, some dribbling over her lower lip, and two thin white trails even dripped from her nostrils.
"Isth in my nosthe!"
"It really is," Harry said huskily. He caught himself, however, and with a heavy heart, waved his hand. His cum vanished from across her face, leaving just enough inside her mouth to swallow in one gulp. Her neck bulged as she sent it to her stomach.
"Bitter," Hermione said. "Not bad, though."
She and Harry stared at each other for a few seconds. Without any instructions she scrambled into the middle of the bed, resting her head on the pillow there. She looked at Harry, silently beckoning him. She needn't have bothered— Harry was already moving.
He crawled on top of her. Hermione chewed her lip, looping her hands behind Harry's head. He used one hand to angle his tip toward Hermione's entrance. Harry dropped his hips down, then moved them forward, entering her in missionary position.
"Mm!" Hermione moaned when she felt his tip. "Oh, Harry!"
Her legs wrapped around her waist. Harry moved his hips in slow circles, driving himself deep enough to rub her womb while keeping his thrusts steady. Harry felt Hermione's arms and legs squeezing his back, pulling him tight. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes brimming with emotion. Harry moved faster, just a tad, and was rewarded with the feeling of her tightening around him.
"I'm gonna… cum again…" Hermione gasped.
Her back arched off the bed, allowing Harry to reach deep places inside of her. He supported himself with just one arm, sliding the other under her shoulders and pulling her toward him. As Hermione climaxed, Harry's thrusting didn't stop, her breasts now pressed to his chest.
She tucked her head against the side of his neck. Their bodies were slowly inching forward, until Hermione's neck was pushing against the headboard. Hermione's legs came loose behind his back, sticking straight up.
"Harry…" she moaned.
Her nipples were stiff as they poked his pecs. Harry's chin rested atop her head, his dick growing strained as it slid into Hermione. They lost track of time, their bodies growing sweaty in each other's embrace. Hermione came twice more, each time shorter but with a bigger reaction. Finally, Harry pushed her up against the headboard, plastering her back to the wood. He grabbed her hips from either side, grunting as he gave his final thrusts. Hermione was hanging onto the base of his neck, mewling each time he powered into her depths. Her whole body would slide up the headboard, then sink back down in concert with Harry's movements. She tucked her forehead against his chest, her bushy locks fanned out behind her body. Harry gave a last mighty thrust, driving her body higher than at any point yet and forcing Hermione's eyes open wide. Then, he pulled out.
His load was dumped along Hermione's stomach. He set her down gently, removing his hands from around her, watching her catch her breath as cum streamed down her flat stomach. Hermione rubbed herself with an open palm, staring at her sticky fingers when she pulled it away.
"...How do you feel?" Harry asked.
"Good," Hermione breathed. She looked up at him. "But not really any different."
"You don't fancy your chances at solving any unsolved math puzzles?"
"Maybe I won't know until I try, but… Not really. I feel like myself, just tired. And satisfied."
These should have been good things, but Hermione looked nearly despondent as she described her state. She'd had a good shag, basically. That just wasn't what she came to him for. Looking at her downcast eyes, Harry folded.
"There is one thing, now that I think about it," he said.
Hermione immediately perked up. "What is it?" she asked urgently.
"Well, I didn't just shag Luna. It was a bit more intense than that. I kind of broke her. Now, I'm not recommending we keep going, but—"
"Do it."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "That was your first time, wasn't it? This could be too much."
Hermione reached out, pushing his chest, and Harry fell back, too surprised to resist. She crawled on top of him, fondling the cock that had been buried in her for the last half hour.
"I've got to try, now that we've come this far," she insisted.
Harry studied her face, finding nothing but determination.
"I am so glad you said that," he said.
He waved his hand, calling on the power of the Elder Wand inside him. A succession of soft popping sounds filled the Room of Requirement, each one followed by the appearance of a different thick rubber sex toy. There were all kinds of dildos present— some ribbed, others double-ended, and a few that were nearly a foot in length. Hermione looked back and forth, unsure where to look. She couldn't even remember to be shocked about Harry's display of wandless magic.
"Pinky?" she said, eyeing a bubblegum-colored dildo with a textured tip. "Bullseye?" This one was a blue dildo, the longest out of the bunch. Her eyes landed on an absolutely massive double-ended specimen beside it. "Excalibur?"
If it wasn't obvious from her short-lived S.P.E.W. campaigns, Hermione's naming sense was terrible. Fortunately, she avoided acronyms when coming up with titles for her toy collection, but that only made it a little better.
She turned back to Harry. "But how could you possibly know about these—"
"Less talking," Harry said, and Pinky whizzed through the air to stuff itself in Hermione's mouth. "We're getting serious now, remember?"
Before Harry conjured copies of her toys, Hermione had placed her pussy directly above Harry's dick, getting ready to ride him. She forgot all about lowering her hips once Pinky filled her mouth and started pumping in and out. Fortunately, Harry was there to pick up the slack.
"Here goes," he said, grabbing her waist and driving her whole body down. Hermione quickly found two of her holes filled: one by Harry, and another by favorite toy.
Harry planted his feet on the bed, driving his dick into Hermione from beneath her. At the same time, Pinky slid back and forth, pumping her mouth and throat. Putting her lessons to use, Hermione just managed to keep her neck muscles relaxed, stopping herself from gagging too badly.
Abruptly, Pinky pulled out of her mouth, leaving Hermione gasping with trails of spit spanning from her face and the rubber tip. No sooner had Hermione drawn in a breath than the dildo gave her a facial of real human cum.
Hermione just shut her eyes in time to keep them from stinging. When she cracked them open, thoroughly confused, she ran her tongue over the corner of her lips, lapping up some of the cum.
"It tastes like yours!" she said.
Harry just smirked at her, Pinky rushing back into her mouth and resuming its work. Now that Hermione knew each dildo could offer a prize of its own, she reached out, grabbing two floating on either side of her. She slid her hands along them, jerking them off until they came, spraying her sides and mixing cum into her frizzy hair.
Harry slipped his hands from her waist to her bum, groping her cheeks and stretching them apart. Hermione must have felt what he was doing because she tried to look back, only to find that she couldn't turn her head with Pinky in her mouth. Bullseye lived up to its names, flying directly into Hermione's stretched asshole like a precision missile. Not even Pinky in her throat could stifle the noise Hermione let out.
Harry's real penis was still plowing into her, and he felt her cum as soon as Bullseye filled her. With both hands and all her holes occupied, Hermione was truly getting gangbanged by Harry and his trusty fleet. Tears were pouring from the corners of her eyes, but when Harry skimmed her surface thoughts with Legilimency, he found nothing but a haze of pleasure.
Hermione was so into it, in fact, that her pleasure got mixed with his own head, tipping Harry over the edge. To avoid spilling his baby batter in the danger zone, a hasty reshuffling was in order.
Harry pulled his dick out of Hermione's depths, shimmying further down the bed. Hermione barely noticed the absence in her pussy, too busy with the dildos swarming her. In fact, without his dick acting as a stopper, she began squirting wildly, staining the sheets. Harry snapped his fingers and Pinky pulled out of Hermione's mouth, while the two in her hands slipped away. She pitched forward, falling until Harry caught her shoulders. He pushed his throbbing penis between her lips, replacing Pinky seamlessly. Warmed up by the dildo, Hermione managed to take him deeper this time, almost all the way to his base.
Behind her, more substitutions were occurring. Bullseye pulled out of her asshole, but not before leaving a lovely load all over her lower back. As the black dildo floated onto standby, Excalibur took the stage.
Hermione's favorite toy put both of its ends to use, plunging one into her pussy while the other filled her ass. It pumped relentlessly, stretching Hermione on two fronts. Harry grabbed her head with his palms on her ears, thrusting into her face. Instead of saying she was sucking him off, it was more accurate to say he was — slowly — fucking her face.
"Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!" burbled from Hermione's throat. Excalibur stretching her on two fronts and Harry filling her throat, she could do little but shudder and gag. Groaning, Harry emptied his balls in her mouth.
The dildos joined in. Excalibur pulled out of her pussy, leaving its other end buried in Hermione's backdoor. It came inside her ass and onto her back at the same time. The other dildos all aimed down, including Pinky and Bullseye, to shoot ropes of cum all over Hermione. Harry's real load poured down her throat. By the time it all wrapped up, Hermione had been painted in sticky white fluid from head to toe with two of her holes filled. Squirting one final time from the pussy that had been spared any loads, Hermione collapsed, her head resting limply on Harry's pelvis next to his dick.
If this wasn't going far enough then nothing would be. After admiring the view for a second, Harry carefully cleaned Hermione off with his magic, Vanishing the dildos he'd summoned. By the time he was done, Hermione had passed out. He pulled her up onto his chest, wrapped his arms around her, and allowed himself to nod off with a smile. That had reminded him of the old days.
O-O-O
Hermione showed no signs of sudden intellectual growth after that day. You could argue the entire attempt was a failure. And yet, it completely fixed her relationship with Luna. Within the week they were back to being friends, Hermione no longer fretting so much about being second place. She'd come to accept it. And when her frustration occasionally boiled over?
"Harry."
Harry stopped, looking over his shoulder outside of the charms classroom with his books in hand. "Yes, Hermione?"
"I'm not happy with my score on the last quiz," she announced.
"So?" Harry asked teasingly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She marched past, grabbing him by the collar with a smile and pulling him toward the seventh floor corridor. Harry chuckled, making no move to pull away.
She'd found a wonderful way to let off steam.