Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

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I’ve Got A Bone To Pick

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The morning of the Yule Ball dawned bright. A fresh blanket of snow sat upon the grounds and many of the younger years were already outside playing in the fluffy powder. Fred and George were amongst them too, the beginnings of a catapult like device being built by the two.

Harry watched all of this with amusement. He had half a mind to join in on the fun, something he hardly ever got the chance to do. Yet his mind was awash with nerves with what was to come in just a handful of hours. 

It wasn’t that he was nervous about the dance itself. He knew that he would do all he could to show the girls a good time and he was fairly confident he could do so with ease. No, his nerves stemmed from what would surely come of their unorthodox relationship announcement. He could practically already see Rita Skeeter’s scathing words splashed upon the front page.

He couldn’t care less what was written about him. He’s spent much of the last four years living as a social pariah only to be hailed a hero the next day and so on and so on. Let Skeeter write what she wants of him, let the masses whisper poisonous words behind his back. But for Hermione and Daphne experience that as well? He’d rather face down a hundred dragons than let them live through one second of that vileness.

His mounting frustration was broken up with repeated mental jabs by Hermione. Every time his headstrong girlfriend would feel his mood start to spiral she would send over the equivalent of a slap to the back of the head before blanketing him in reassurance and love. It did help calm him somewhat, though the slight headache he received from it wasn’t great. He had a feeling Daphne would tell him to suck it up and deal with the tough love.

They would soon perform the ritual with the Slytherin girl as well. In fact Hermione had been busy all week since classes ended gathering the required materials as she needed enough for three people this time. They would do it tomorrow as today was scheduled for the three of them to have fun and relax at the dance.

He would much rather spend the day with them both, yet he had immediately been shooed away at breakfast. Daphne had barely given Hermione enough time to eat before dragging the bushy haired witch away. Apparently preparing oneself for a social event was a delicate art that his tiny boy brain could never understand. At least that’s what Daphne claimed before marching off with Hermione.

So here he was now, wandering the castle grounds trying to desperately waste time before he himself needed to get ready.

It was by sheer coincidence that he found himself turning the corner into the transfiguration courtyard that he bumped into another heading the opposite way.

“WOAH!” Came the loud exclamation. His body collided with the stranger’s, knocking the person back enough to unbalance them.

It was only thanks to his fast reflexes honed by years of quidditch and death defying escapades that he was able to stop the sudden fall of his bumping victim. Unfortunately, the collision also knocked him off balance as well so as he made to reach out for the strangers hand, his only real option to prevent them from hitting the ground was to twist his body until he was effectively their cushion. 

With a muffled “Oomph!” the air was forced from Harry’s lungs as an, admittedly soft, body landed atop his chest. The deep auburn hair in his face gave way to the identity of the stranger. Flushed bright red, Susan Bones looked down upon him with a look of embarrassed horror.

His thoughts betrayed him slightly as he felt the girl’s curvaceous body pressed against his. Both Hermione and Daphne were not lacking whatsoever in the curves department but Susan Bones easily outclassed them. The auburn haired witch was easily the bustiest girl in the school, with giant breasts that even the thick Hogwarts robes couldn’t hide. Her ass too was to die for, the wide berth of her hips giving way to two truly thick globes of soft flesh. The girl wasn’t lean but she was not even close to fat. The girl merely had more flesh on her bones that added to her already drop dead sexy figure. 

The sheer softness he felt from the girl atop him nearly had him hardening under her. It took all his willpower to calm his coming erection and thankfully the girl seemed to have gained her senses before he lost the battle.

Like a flash the girl was standing once more. She yanked him upwards as well, nearly pulling his arm from his socket before her hands were hastily brushing his robes off.

“OhmygodI’msosorry!” She rambled speedily.

The girl continued to fuss for a few moments before he finally gained his bearing and stopped her with a placing of his hand on her shoulder. He swore he could faintly hear Hermione’s teasing laughter in his ears but ignored it. 

“It’s alright Susan! My fault really, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”

The auburn haired witch nodded quickly, the blush still hanging from her face. 

“All good! I was just on my way down to the greenhouse to check on my extra credit project for Professor Sprout. I guess I was in a bit of a hurry myself and failed to pay attention.”

Harry just waved her off again. “Like I said my fault. Would you like me to accompany you? I don’t really have anything to do until the ball starts. My way of apologizing for bumping into you like that.”

Susan smiled, “I’d like that! Always good to have company! Even if it is the company of a rule-breaking charlatan such as yourself.”

Harry grinned back as they started walking. “I prefer myself more as a lovable rogue but sadly Skeeter doesn’t seem to take my suggestions seriously. I mean what kind of evil wizard name is Dark Lord Harry? It just lacks creativity!”

The girl giggled at his joke, “Well I’m not sure any name will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies if they know you can be taken out by a fourth year girl.” He held his hand up to his heart in faux hurt before laughing off her joke. The two walked for a few moments in companionable silence.

“So are you excited for the ball?” Susan asked after a while. Harry just let out a breath before giving her a shrug.

“It’ll definitely be interesting.” He muttered. “I- uh- well you know I’m bringing Hermione of course.”

Susan nodded. If Harry didn’t know any better he would say that she seemed almost depressed at the statement, though the feeling was gone in a moment. 

“Well I may or may not be bringing Daphne Greengrass as well. Not like that!” He shouted quickly at her shocked look. “Hermione and I are sorta both taking her and- okay look can you keep a secret?”

The question was redundant at this point as he had already revealed much to the girl, but he asked regardless. In truth it felt good to talk to someone else about his concerns with Hermione and Daphne besides the girls themselves. He really needed an outside perspective on the issue as the two of them would always just wave his worries off without giving it much thought. He knew they could handle themselves, truly he did, but that would not stop him from being concerned for them.

Susan knew already that the conversation turned serious and as they arrived at the greenhouse door she glance around quickly before dragging the boy-who-lived in. With a flick of her wand the door was locked and silenced from eavesdroppers.

“Go on.” She said simply, her face now neutral as she awaited his explanation.

Harry sighed. “Hermione, Daphne, and I are- sort of- together? It’s new and we’re still exploring it to be honest but I think it’s been good, for all of us.”

Susan nodded before letting out a cross between a laugh and sigh of relief.

“Merlin that’s a relief! For a minute there I thought I was gonna have to kick Harry Potter’s arse for cheating! That’s great though! I mean it’s definitely not a common thing even in the wizarding world but then again you never do things by halves do you Harry?”

He shrugged, his own relief flooding his system at not being judged by the red head. “I can’t say I exactly know what I’m doing. I know I’m going to do all I can to ensure they have a great night tonight. Yet I can’t help but worry about all the backlash they’ll face afterwards. We’ll basically be showing off our relationship tonight for everyone to see.” Harry leaned back on one of the planting tables with a sigh.

“That’s definitely a tough one.” Susan replied. She was quiet for a moment before she too leaned back on the table next to him. “Look, I don’t know Hermione all that well, but I know Daphne. We grew up in the same social circles so to say and I know for a fact that she can take care of herself.” She held up her hand quickly to stop Harry’s reply. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t worry. You’d be a pretty bad partner if you didn’t. All I’m saying is that you should trust them to handle themselves. If they need help they will come to you. In the meantime you just give them every bit of support you can.”

Harry mulled over her words. He knew she was right. Hermione and Daphne were more than capable of defending themselves and both couldn’t care less about school yard gossip. With a nod he gave Susan a small smile, one that she returned.

“Plus look on the bright side, what other bloke can brag about having two sexy witches dangling off his arms all night.” She bit out teasingly.

Harry responded with a laugh. With a push off the table he enveloped her in a quick hug. The girl squeaked slightly at the contact, her deep red blush returning once more. Harry ignored the very noticeable feeling of her soft breasts pushing into his chest and released her. “Yeah I guess I am pretty lucky. Thanks Susie.” he made his way for the exit before turning back to the girl. He leveled her with an apologetic look. “I didn’t even ask! What lucky bloke is getting to take you tonight?”

Susan’s face fell slightly before she perked up again with a shake of her head. “No one, this girl is going stag it appears.”

“What? That’s ridiculous! No one asked?”

“No, plenty asked. It’s just that the one I wanted to was already taken.” She replied mournfully.

“Ah bad luck. I’m sorry Susan. How about we have a dance tonight then? That way you can show that idiot exactly what he missed out on!”

Susan seemed to be on the verge of telling him something, but seemingly decided against it. Instead she gave him a short nod and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

“I’d like that Harry. As long as Hermione and Daphne are okay with it of course…”

Harry, none the wiser to red head’s internal turmoil, waved goodbye and exited the greenhouse. Inside however, Susan Bones let a lone tear fall as she realized Harry would never truly acknowledge her feelings for him. At least, as far as she knew.

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 “Well that was interesting.” Hermione murmured. From behind her, Daphne paused in her duty of taming the girl’s wild hair.

“What is?” The Slytherin asked.

“It appears that Susan Bones has a crush on our boyfriend.” She hummed.

Daphne raised an eyebrow, her face becoming unnaturally cool. 

“The bint tried to make a move on Harry?” She ground out.

Hermione shook her head quickly. “No. In fact she seemingly helped Harry get over his silly fear of us running for the hills when the Hogwarts Rumor Mill starts talking ill of us.”

“And you saw this?” Daphne replied, her body untensing as she continued to work product into the brunette’s hair. Hermione hummed in confirmation. 

It was another power they found with their connection thanks to Occlumency, or rather the opposite. They found that they could in fact use a small version of Legilimency without the use of eye contact. It was an effective way to train their mental shields as it was almost impossible to detect the other peaking over their in place wall. The bigger benefit however, was the ability to ‘see’ through the other’s eyes in a sense. They had given each other express consent to use the power. They both knew they needed every edge with this connection they could get.

Hermione had been doing just that. She had wanted to check on Harry as she was a bit worried he may be upset about the two of them abandoning him this morning. She had passively watched over him all morning when the impact with Susan Bones happened. It nearly cause her to be caught as she couldn’t help but laugh aloud at her boyfriend’s predicament but fortunately he was rather distracted by the busty witch who sat atop him.

“Harry did invite her for a dance tonight. Nothing untoward. He found out she was going to the dance alone and extended the offer for a dance with him. He can’t help but try to fix things when he see’s someone in need, even during a silly school ball. I don’t think he even realized she wasn’t going with anyone because he was the one she really wanted to invite her.” Hermione mused.

“Damn, now I kinda feel bad for the girl. Susan was always such a sweet girl. Just wish there was someway we could actually help her…”

Hermione paused in thought. Soon however, her eyes filled with a slight mischievous light as she turned to meet Daphne’s face.

“Well there is one way…”

Daphne considered the brunette for a moment, mind working to understand just what she was hinting at. “You’re not actually saying let her sleep with him??” The blonde exclaimed. 

“Why not? It’s not like we’re inviting her into our bed permanently. Plus Susan is sweet just like you said and I think we can trust her. It isn’t as if I’m trying to whore Harry out to every horny witch in the castle. I’m bi not a cuckquean.”

Daphne mulled over her words, considering every scenario that her idea could lead to, both good and bad.

“And in the eventuality that she wants to pursue things farther?” Daphne inquired, mind calculating the chances.

Hermione sighed, “Then we would ensure she knows a relationship would be with all three of us. That we would all have to consent and if one were uncomfortable then we would have to turn her down. Even then it wouldn’t be a straight road. Fun in bed is one thing but a serious relationship? I believe we would put forth the stipulation that all of us would need to get to know her better as a person and friend before fully entertaining the idea of opening our relationship to her.”

“I agree that would be the best course. Though this whole idea doesn’t stem from what I was explaining to you earlier does it?”

“It does in some way. Susan has it worse than you on paper though. She IS the last Bones and has to find a way to continue her family name. You at least have Astoria-“

“Which I told you I would never allow for her to be traded like some breeding heifer.” Daphne interrupted with a growl.

Hermione grasped her girlfriend’s hand soothingly. “I know you wouldn’t, which is why it’s great that you found us. I’m just saying that Susan doesn’t have a sister though. Would it honestly be so bad for her to have the same kind of happiness we have as well? Without costing her family lineage?” She argued.

Daphne nodded, tightening her grasp on Hermione’s hands. Hermione leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on the girls lips. The blonde hummed at the contact, pulling the brunette in for another kiss before wrapping her in a hug.

“Love just because we entertain the notion doesn’t mean we have to consider marriage just yet. Merlin we’re still in school, I don’t believe we should even seriously think about wedding bells until we graduate.” Hermione laughed in her ear. “I love you. Harry loves you, and nothing will ever change that.”

“Yes well I still think you’re only doing this because you want to play with Susan Bones’ giant tits.”

Hermione laughed loudly at the jest, Daphne chuckling right along with her.

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Harry paced nervously in the entrance hall. He had donned his dress robes an hour earlier. Deep black cloth paired with a smart white button up, light pink and silver tie, and crisp black oxfords. He was honestly surprised that he managed to pull off the sharp outfit, even if his unruly hair continued to defy him. Daphne had custom ordered the robes for him, stating that the ones from Madame Malkin would not due for someone of his station. 

Whatever that meant. 

At least Ron had stopped moaning about his own robes once he had given the red head his original set. With a few well placed charms by a sixth year, the ginger boy was now standing proudly in the entrance hall himself, a blonde Gryffindor hanging from his arm. His relationship with Lavender Brown had been a surprise but a welcome one.

When Harry and Hermione had told their other friend about their relationship, Ron had been on the verge of a meltdown. However, Hermione had soon reminded him of his previous behavior and asked him if he truly wished to atone for it then he would accept their romance. He had agreed with some grumbling, though it proved to be a boon for the male Weasley. 

Once he had stopped his secret pining after Hermione, Ron took the chance to grow closer with the bubbly blonde Gryffindor. Now they were an item and moving steadily more serious if the amount of detentions the two got for being caught alone in broom cupboards were any indication.

Now he only wondered how’d the red head would react to Harry not only having a second date but that his second date was a Slytherin as well.

Harry would soon find out as at that moment he caught sight of his two girlfriends descending down the stairs together. The sight took is breath away.

Hermione’s hair was spun and tamed into an intricate bun whilst Daphne’s was braided down the sides before coming to join in the middle down her back. Both girls wore form fitting dresses with Daphne’s silvery gown showing a bit more skin as it dipped slightly down the front. Hermione’s, while more conservative, still hugged her figure nicely accentuating her full perky breasts and round bum.

His legs moved of their own volition as he met them at the bottom of the grand staircase. Without even a word he dipped his head down to place a searing kiss upon Hermione’s lips before turning and immediately doing the same to Daphne. Both girls were surprised by his brashness but giggled in happiness at the kiss. 

Immediately a hush fell over the other couples in the hall, everyone staring at the shocking scene in front of them. The trio cared not however, their entire focus was on each other. Harry stuck his arms out with a smirk.

“Shall we?” He said with exaggerated swagger.

The witches rolled their eyes at his goofiness before looping their arms through his. They turned and faced the silent great hall. Harry peered into the eyes of the staring students intently, daring each and every one of them to say something. None did though he did catch a some jealous looks from the male and a handful of female classmates.

“Champions! Champions over here please!” The stern voice of McGonagall called.

As one the Champions and their dates gathered. Fleur and Roger Davies were first, the later having to be dragged along by his clearly annoyed date as he was too comatose to function. Krum and a Slytherin 7th year were next. The Slytherin girl raised an eyebrow at Daphne as she passed but said nothing. Cedric and Cho both passing quick “Hello’s” as they made their way in, though with a hint of confusion. 

McGonagall greeted each couple. When it was finally time to address them she paused. 

“…Are both these ladies your date Mr. Potter?” She asked.

Harry nodded with a smile. McGonagall shook her head with a sigh. “Only one of you unfortunately will be permitted to share the opening dance with Mr. Potter. After that it is up to you how you spend your evening.” 

They nodded at her ruling, already planning for Daphne to share the first dance with Harry as she had more experience with formal ball dancing. They entered the great hall behind the other champions. Each glanced around and took in the impressive decorations. Before long they were at the head table. Harry diligently pulled the chair out for each girl. Hermione gave him a peck on the cheek as she sat.

Finally when Harry sat himself, he turned and was greeted by the silent stares of the other champions.

“Lovely evening isn’t it?”

From beside him Daphne barely repressed a snort, disguising it as a cough. Cedric was the first to speak up.

“So, uh, how did this end up happening?” The Hufflepuff asked hesitantly.

“Oh didn’t you read the article? Apparently Harry’s an up and coming dark lord, and we witch’s just go ravenous for the dark and broody type.” Daphne cooed.

The 7th year Slytherin with Krum let out a sharp laugh. “You’ve got balls Greengrass. Bagging not just the boy-who-lived but a mu- muggleborn as well.” She said, stuttering slightly at the end.

“Maybe it was us who bagged her, Heathrowe.” Hermione replied with a raised eyebrow. The Slytherin merely nodded with a smile to her in reply.

Before the conversation could continue, Dumbledore interrupted them all with a cough and a loud proclaimed “Porkchops!”. They each ordered their own food whilst chatting idly. Harry was pleasantly surprised by the amicable conversation the flowed between all the Champions. Krum had a sort of dry wit that was hard to detect at first. Fleur was quiet though it was not from the haughtiness he thought at first but more so a sort of social reclusiveness. For a girl who was stared at all the time she was in truth quite reserved. Cedric was the most familiar, Harry having been used to his personality from their time playing Quidditch over the years. It was all in all a pleasant dinner. 

Finally the plates were cleared and Dumbledore stood to announce the start of the opening dance. Harry rose, offering his hand to Daphne and placing a kiss on Hermione’s cheek. As they made their way out on the floor Harry let out a nervous breath. They had practiced as much as they could between classes and spell training. Now it was time to put Daphne’s tutoring to the test. He grasped her hand and waist, and with a start of the music they began.

They twirled and spun across floor, Harry staying mindful of his feet and where they went. Daphne across from him sported a brilliant grin. She was impressed with his dancing so far. He had really payed attention to her lessons and worked hard in order to match her skill so that she could enjoy herself. 

The song slowly faded out and applause for the Champions filled the air. One by one other couples joined them on the dance floor. Another tune faded in from of the band and Harry led her across the floor in a dance once more. 

Daphne ended their second dance with a chaste kiss to his lips and a hand ran across his chest. Hermione appeared before him and just as he was about to grab her waist for their own dance, the brunette dashed away from his grasp with a smirk. She instead turned towards Daphne and grabbed the blonde’s arms quickly.

Daphne gasped in surprise before laughing as the bookworm spun her across the floor. Harry rolled his eyes at their antics and made his way to the punch bowl. By coincidence he met Ron by the bowl as well. The red head boy seemed flushed and out of breath as he poured two cups.

“Alright there mate?” Harry asked as he approached.

Ron spun to meet his gaze. With a wince he nodded. 

“Lav insists on dancing as much as possible. Two dances in and I’m already knackered. How the bloody hell am I supposed to make it all night?” The ginger said with wide eyes.

Harry clapped him on the back as he passed to make drinks for the girls.

“Though bugger me, I suppose my night will be a walk in the park compared to yours. Two dates?” He turned to face the red head with a raised eyebrow. Ron responded with his own questioning gaze. “I’m not ragging on you mate. Look I can understand why you didn’t tell me about Greengrass, especially after how I reacted with you and Hermione. Just don’t push me away yeah? You’re still my best mate and I want to be a part of your life.”

Harry gave him a small smile. “I’m never gonna forget about you mate, promise.”

Ron smiled back at him before the cheerful calling of Lavender Brown drew his attention. With a quick goodbye, Ron rushed off to his girlfriend’s side. Harry too left the punch table in search of his dates. To his surprise he found them at a table talking cheerfully with Susan. Strangely enough the buxom witch seemed to be blushing heavily yet Hermione and Daphne looked as calm as can be.

“Please tell me you’re not torturing dear Susan here with deeply accurate depictions of our love life?” Harry said as he handed the girls their drinks.

Daphne scoffed at his remark. “And when have I ever done such a thing?”

“I seem to recall Tracey asking me if it was true that I can use Parseltongue during oral sex. Now unless that was just a lucky guess, my bet is that you shared that detail with your best friend.” He remarked. From beside him Susan squeaked at his mention of oral. Daphne however just smirked back at him. 

“That’s surprising. I would’ve thought that she’d ask you about the time you buggered me between classes after shoving my panties in my mouth. Tracey certainly is an anal fanatic and god knows the more perverse the stories the better for that girl.”

Susan was dangerously red by now and had to cover her mouth to stop an incoming coughing fit. Hermione took pity on the girl and came to her rescue.

“I am so sorry about that Susan. It’s probably best if I separate these two to be honest.”

She quickly grabbed Harry’s hand and started pulling him to the dance floor.

“Oi! Don’t you go running now Granger! Just wait till I tell Susie exactly how much you love when I run my tongue over…” Daphne’s voice trailed off. Hermione rolled her eyes at the girl’s fading words and muttered about blonde minxes. Harry smirked at the girl’s words before assuming the position for their own dance.

They had timed it just right as the band soon began to play out a soft slow tune. Harry pulled Hermione close, the brunette laying her head upon his shoulder as they swayed side to side.

“I know it’s still early but I hope you’re having a good time so far.” Harry murmured in her ear.

“Of course I am love. Daphne is enjoying herself too.”

“Good I’m glad. By the way, I hope you both don’t mind but I sort of did promise Susan a dance earlier today.”

Hermione nodded into his shoulder. “I saw, don’t worry we won’t bite your head off for dancing with another girl. Besides, Susan is a nice girl, we might even let her cop a feel or two.” She giggled teasingly.

Harry peered down at her, his mind pressing against her mental shields in suspicion. ‘Just what are you hiding Ms. Granger?’ he sounded through their connection.

‘Oh this and that Mr. Potter.’ She purred back. She dropped her mental shields for a split second intentionally. It was just enough time for Harry to catch a glimpse of her current thought. His heart nearly froze as he witnessed the quick flash of Susan Bones on her knees before him with his cock shoved down her throat. He felt himself immediately harden at the fantasy. Hermione giggled when she felt the stiff bulge push into her stomach. As the song ended she placed a quick peck to his cheek before pulling away.

“C’mon. Let’s go make sure Daphne hasn’t scared the girl off before we even get to the good part.” Harry nodded dumbly, letting her drag him back to the table.

“…and that’s when we discovered that Hermione is a squirter!” Daphne’s voice exclaimed as they neared the table once more. The blonde quickly caught sight of them and smiled brightly. “There you two are! We were just talking about the both of you!”

Susan had most definitely not been talking as much as she was struggling to breathe. Hermione eyed the girl, and while she was indeed blushing in embarrassment there was also an undertone of lust flushed across her body. She noticed it in the way the girls chest fluttered and thighs rubbed together stiffly. She may have imagined it, but Hermione swore she could also smell the distinct musky scent of arousal from near the girl.

Harry of course was none the wiser and just sat and began to chat innocently with the two. Hermione could just smirk. Her’s and Daphne’s plan was coming along nicely.

-

They danced on through the night, switching off partners often. Harry danced many times with both Hermione and Daphne. And even with both at the same time once. He also danced with Susan a few times, fulfilling his promise to the girl.

Hermione it seems was intent on torturing him though as every time he danced with the auburn haired girl, she would send him flashes of said same girl in all sorts of depraved positions while he fucked her. It only got worse too when he and Susan unfortunately chose a slow dance on accident and spent the entire time pressed against each other. Every time they would try to separate, Hermione and Daphne would twirl by and bump into them, pushing them both closer together. It didn’t help that Hermione had increased her flashes tenfold during this dance.

How was he supposed to control his erection when he kept being bombarded by images of the very girl in his arms taking his cock in all manner of ways? He couldn’t and had thus spent an entire song with his hardened cock pressed against Susan’s abdomen. He was certain she noticed but thankfully never mentioned it.

Finally, the night started to fade off and one by one couples began to leave the great hall. It wasn’t long before they too left, yet right before they could walk out the exit Daphne ran off.

“I’ll be just a minute! Meet you two in the room!” She announced as she ran back into the great hall.

Harry eyed Hermione in suspicion before shaking it off. They walked together to the seventh floor in companionable silence, taking a few shortcuts along the way. Soon enough, they were walking through the door to the Room of Requirement.

Before them lay a giant king sized bed next to a roaring fire. A table next to the bed held a bucket of ice containing butterbeers and strangely enough a cask of white wine. Harry didn’t even bat an eye at the configuration to be honest.

Hermione grabbed the bottle of wine with a roll of her eyes. “When I asked Dobby for refreshments I didn’t exactly mean this.” She muttered. Grabbing two glasses the girl poured a small amount in each before handing Harry a glass.

Clinking the glasses together they both took a long sip of the smooth liquid.

“So is this what you were hiding this entire time, a romantic night in th-“

Harry was cut off when Hermione’s lips suddenly crashed into his. Her mouth was upon his with a passion. Her tongue forcing down his throat as she nipped and sucked at his lips. Hermione hands refused to stay idle however. They desperately clawed at his robes, pulling the offending garment off piece by piece. 

Harry responded in kind. His own hands pulling at the pink dress as his lips fought back ferociously. It wasn’t long before both of them were soon upon the bed completely bare.

Hermione finally broke the fierce snog with a gasp as she plunged down upon his length with no warning. Harry hissed at the feeling, her tight walls encasing him in a hot sheath. Placing her hands upon his chest Hermione began to bounce up and down on his thick cock. She mewled and gasped with each move of her hips. Her pussy was stretched wide over his girth and every time she speared herself upon it another jolt of toe-curling pleasure would shoot up her spine.

Harry groaned under her as well. Her slick cunt shaping itself to his cock with every bounce. The sight of her perky tits jiggling above him was entrancing. Some primal part of him wished for them to jiggle and bounce more. So with a tight grasp on her hips and a planting of his feet, Harry began to thrust savagely up into her pussy. Their hips met with loud smacks and Hermione’s moans grew to loud cries at the change of tempo.

“O-O-O-OHHHH YESSSS FUCK YESSSSS!” She cried. “DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOAAHHHH!”

With a mighty cry the girl’s walls tighten around him and a splash of her juices coated his groin. Hermione shook hard as she came around his thrusting cock. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her body still trembling with pleasure as the speed of his thrusts abated.

“Well that was bloody hot!” A voice sounded from the door. Harry turned to great the familiar voice of Daphne only to freeze when he caught sight of the person standing next to her.

Susan Bones stood frozen with her mouth agape as she took in the sight before her. Hermione it seems chose that moment to look as well. With a push off his chest Hermione sat up, letting out a slight moan as she sank back down upon his length.

“Ah fuck~ Mm hey Susan! Care to join us?”

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Author’s Note

I know I know, really short sex scene but I promise the next chapter will be absolutely FILLED TO THE BRIM with them!

Thanks for reading!