The Great Hall was filled with a buzz of excitement and nervous energy as the new first-year students gathered around the sorting hat. Harry and Hermione sat next to each other at their Gryffindor table opposite of Ron.
Harry's hand slowly crept onto Hermione's thigh under the table, his fingers tried to squeeze her soft flesh, but her thick robes made it impossible.
She stiffened at the sudden contact, her eyes widening as she glanced at him. Harry kept his gaze fixed on the sorting hat, his expression neutral, giving no indication of what he was doing beneath the table.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, Harry's hand still groping her thigh under the table. She shot him a sharp glance, her eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and arousal. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Harry, stop it. Not here."
Despite her words, she made no move to remove his hand, her body betraying her by leaning into his touch ever so slightly. Harry smirked, his fingers leaving her for his wand as he whispered back, "Diffindo."
A hole appeared in her robes and Harry found his way inside. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her face flushing as she tried to focus on the sorting ceremony.
Harry traced patterns on her inner thigh, his touch light and teasing. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and it only fuelled his desire. Hermione squirmed in her seat, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to maintain her composure. She glanced around nervously, praying that no one would notice their illicit activity. But Harry was relentless, his fingers inching higher and higher until they brushed against her wet folds. Because of Ron they had had no time to wear underwear beneath their robes. Hermione's breath hitched, her thighs clamping together instinctively, trapping his hand exactly where he wanted to be.
Ron pried his eyes away from the first years and was appalled by what he saw. His tone was laced with disapproval. "Hermione, your posture is a mess. Honestly, you need to keep up appearances. We're at Hogwarts now, for Merlin's sake. Stop disrespecting the sorting ceremony and get yourself together." He shook his head, completely unaware of the real reason for Hermione's dishevelled state, his focus already drifting back to the Sorting Hat as another first-year was called forward.
Hermione's face burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding as she tried to maintain a facade of calm. Ron's oblivious lecture only made her panic more, but Harry's fingers didn't relent. They teased her slick folds, circling her clit with agonizing precision. Hermione's breath hitched again, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she fought to keep her composure. The Great Hall clamoured, as cheers for a new Gryffindor resounded, drowned out her stifled whimpers.
Harry's smirk widened, his gaze still fixed forward, feigning interest in the ceremony. His fingers dipped lower, parting her labia to explore her soaked entrance. The absence of underwear made her feel deliciously vulnerable, and he relished the way her body responded, her thighs trembling despite her attempts to resist.
"Relax," he whispered, so low only she could hear, "no one's watching." His thumb grazed her clit again, sending a jolt through her body. It was timed perfectly with the cheers of another student being sorted as Hermione's legs trembled violently, her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shuddering as she bit down hard on her lip. The bustle of the Great Hall drowning out her moans that escaped her throat. Her hands clutched the table so tightly her knuckles turned white, and her thighs clamped around Harry's hand, trapping his fingers inside her pulsing heat so hard he couldn't move at all. The sensation of her slick walls fluttering against his fingers sent a surge of dark satisfaction through him.
Harry kept his face impassive, apart from the small cheer he shouted for whoever was sorted. Contrary to what Hermione might think he wasn't doing a lot better than her. He didn't even know who he applauded, Hermione being the only thing he could concentrate on. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, and a faint sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead. She looked utterly debauched, and Harry had to use the utmost limits of his willpower to stay seated and not pounce on her.
When she finally could form coherent thoughts again she slightly leaned into him, her voice a harsh, but hollow, whisper. "Harry, you bastard, stop it. We're in the Great Hall!"
But her body betrayed her, her hips subtly rocking against his hand, chasing the aftershocks of her climax. She was soaked, her juices coating his fingers and dripping onto the bench below.
Yet Harry stayed still.
Her hips picked up the pace hoping for him to start, but when that didn't help either she finally looked up into his eyes.
"Ghh!"
She gasped, at what she saw. Even though Harry faced the sorting ceremony his eyes were lacer focused on her. His muscled chest heaved with deep breaths. She saw the sheer carnal desire with which he was staring at her. A false move and he would be all over her, consequences be damned.
Her heart pounded, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her. That look was exactly what she was craving. It filled her chest with warmth and made her stomach feel light as a feather.
She was about to reach for the tent visible in Harry's robes, when Ron turned back to them with a frown. "Blimey, Hermione, you're sweating buckets. And your robes are all bunched up. Honestly, it's like you've forgotten how to present yourself properly. This is Hogwarts, not some dodgy pub!" He shook his head, muttering something about "standards" before returning his attention to the ceremony.
The interruption was heaven sent.
Harry finally could refocus and look away, otherwise expulsion was the least of their concerns. He slowly withdrew his hand from inside Hermione's robes, his fingers glistening with her juices.
Hermione forced a weak smile, her voice shaky. "Sor… Sorry, Ron. Just… excited for the new term." She fixes her robes with a quick Reparo, praying no one would notice the damp spot on the bench.
Harry leaned back, while he licked her juices from his fingers.
"Yeah, it's going to be an interesting year," he said, his tone laced with promise. His hand rested innocently on the table now.
The rest of the sorting ceremony and everything else breezed past them and when Dumbledore finally dismissed everyone except the first years, who had to be shown the way to their common rooms by the prefects, Harry and Hermione were among the first ones to hastily leave the Great Hall.
They didn't get far.
They zoned in on the first empty classroom they had seen.
Their hearts raced as they burst inside, slamming the door shut behind them. Harry quickly cast the locking and silencing charm, before throwing his wand away, fully focusing on the panting Hermione.
Harry pushed her up against the closed door, his lips crashing onto hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
They were both beyond caring about anything but satisfying the burning need that consumed them. Harry's hands roamed over Hermione's body, lifting her robes above her head, revealing the body he craved ever since he saw it on the train ride.
Hermione gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of Harry's touch.
His hands explored every inch of her exposed skin, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh. Hermione arched into him, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud. "Harry," she gasped, her fingers fumbling with his robes.
With one swift motion they were off as well and his manhood sprung free, thick and hard, pressing urgently against Hermione's stomach. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking its length as Harry groaned against her neck.
"Need you," he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Hermione guided him to her entrance, the tip of his manhood brushing against her soaked folds.
Harry thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her with a low grunt. Hermione cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size. "Yes," she hissed, "like that. Fuck me, Harry."
He needed no further encouragement. His hips snapping against hers in a relentless rhythm.
Hermione clung to him, her legs tightening around his waist as she met each thrust with equal fervour. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breathy and urgent. Harry obliged, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her with renewed vigour. The door shook with each thrust.
Hermione's mouth open in a silent scream as Harry hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Yes, there," she panted, "just like that." Harry's movements became more frantic, his breathing ragged as he chased his release. He could feel Hermione's walls tightening around him, signalling her impending orgasm."Come with me," Harry demanded, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt Hermione's body tense beneath him. "Come for me, Hermione," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Now."
As if on cue, Hermione's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She cried out Harry's name, her nails digging into his back as she rode out the intense pleasure. The sensation of her tightening around him pushed Harry over the edge, and with a final thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his own release ripping through him. They clung to each other, panting heavily.
Yet Harry was still hard.
Once he came down from his orgasm he pulled out of her with a *pop* sound. Hermione moaned some more, missing the feeling of fullness already.
He carried her over to one of the tables and sat her plump ass down. She seemed to be coming down from her orgasm now as well. Yet before she could complain about missing his member inside of her, Harry shut her up with a hot kiss. His tongue slithering inside her mouth, where he ravished her next hole. His advances were met with moans instead of resistance.
Next he reached down with his arms under the back of her knees and moved up until her heels were on top of his shoulders.
Harry's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Hermione's glistening folds, still swollen and sensitive from their earlier encounter. His cum slowly dripped out. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet."
Hermione's eyes widened at Harry's words, a shiver running down her spine. She was still sensitive, but the look in his eyes ignited a fresh wave of desire within her. "Harry, I... I don't know if I can..." she started, her voice trembling slightly.
But her body betrayed her, her hips lifting slightly in invitation. Harry smirked, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on her clit and the glands of his dick spread her folds, "Miny, don't lie. Be honest with me."
She shifted towards him so that he would fully enter her. She whimpered as he moved back a bit.
"Tell me what you are." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
Hermione's face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She tried once more to spear herself with his cock, only to be denied once more.
"Say it. Say what you really are." Harry egged her on, he knew exactly what she was, but he wanted her to be honest and open with him.
Hermione's face burned with embarrassment, but the ache between her legs was too intense to ignore. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she finally let go, embracing herself fully. "I am a ❤️slut❤️! An utter and complete ❤️whore❤️, who constantly thinks about your fat cock and how good it felt inside of me. Someone, who can't stop thinking about you every single second of the day, Harry! I want to be all yours and I want you to destroy my ❤️pussy❤️ with your dick in every imaginable way!!!"
Harry's smirk widened into a predatory grin at Hermione's words, his eyes flashing with triumph and desire.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky. She quivered at those words, as a stronger orgasm than ever took her breath away. Harry watched incredulously. He made a mental note to explore whatever that meant in the future as his own desire overwhelmed him.
Without waiting for her, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in her.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arching off the table as she was filled completely. Harry didn't give her a chance to adjust, his hips moving in a brutal pace as he pounded into her relentlessly. The table shook beneath them, books and quills falling to the floor as Hermione had one orgasm after the other. Her screams of pleasure echoed off the walls and her body convulsing with each powerful thrust. She was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her world narrowing down to the sensation of Harry's thick cock stretching her, filling her completely.
"Harry!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming so much. "Harder! Faster!" Her legs lost all power long ago, they would have hung limply off the table if Harry wasn't holding them. He gladly obliged her request, his movements becoming more frantic, more animalistic. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with all his strength.
The wet sound of skin slapping against skin lubricated by both of their fluids filled the room.
Harry's thrusts reached their peak as he felt his own release approaching. Hermione's walls were clenching around him, milking his cock, urging him to fill her up. "Fuck, Hermione," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "I'm gonna come."
Hermione's eyes snapped open, locking onto his."Inside me," she demanded "Come inside me, Harry."
Harry's hips jerked forward, burying himself as deep as he could go. With a final, shuddering thrust, he painted her insides white, his hot seed flooding her womb. Hermione cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, her body convulsing beneath him as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure into unconsciousness.
Harry slumped over her, his face buried in her neck. His flaccid cock slipping out of her.
After a bit he slowly got up, Hermione's limp body still sprawled out before him. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her flushed skin and heaving chest. She looked utterly ravished, completely spent from their intense lovemaking. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he took in the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of her well-used hole. Unfortunately, he didn't have his camera with him. This was definitely picture worthy.
A decent amount of time later, Hermione stirred and Harry leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Miny," he murmured softly. "Wake up, love."
Hermione stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal glazed, unfocused eyes. She blinked up at him, a small, dazed smile spreading across her face."Harry,"she whispered hoarsely. "That was...incredible." Harry chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face."You're incredible." he said before kissing her lovingly.
As Hermione slowly regained her senses, she became aware of the sticky mess between her legs and the soreness in her muscles. She winced as she sat up, her movements stiff and uncoordinated. Harry helped her down from the table, his hands gentle and supportive.
"Easy there," he murmured, steadying her as she swayed on her feet. "You okay?"
Hermione nodded, leaning against him for support. "I think so," she replied, her voice still rough from their intense lovemaking.
She glanced around the classroom, taking in the dishevelled state of the room. A blush crept up her cheeks, "We should probably clean up."
Yet when she tried to walk on her own her legs gave out. Harry caught her before she hit the floor. He simply sat her back on top of another clean table. "Let me do it. You just sit here and look beautiful."
Hermione blushed at the compliment and shyly replied a quiet, "Ok."
But first Harry had to find his wand. He had thrown it somewhere in the heat of the battle. Once he found it it didn't take long for the classroom to be spotless again.
Harry's brow furrowed as he finished cleaning, his mind preoccupied with the thought of impregnating her. He wasn't against it, in fact his cock slightly twitched at the image of Hermione with a bulging belly. He shook his head, not while they were still in school.
He turned to Hermione, who was still sitting on the table, looking thoughtful. "Miny," he began, his voice hesitant. "I didn't...I mean, we didn't..." He trailed off, unsure of how to bring up the topic of contraception without sounding insensitive. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes softening as she sensed his concern. She reached out, taking his hand in hers. "It's okay, Harry," she said gently. "I know a contraceptive potion. I found it in my first year, just in case..."
She paused, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. "Well, you know. In case something like this happened." Harry's eyes widened in surprise and relief. "You did? That's brilliant, Miny!" he hugged her, lifted her off the table and spun around causing Hermione to giggle, her heart feeling light. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they slowed down, holding him close as he kissed her deeply.
When they finally broke apart, she smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I'm glad you're relieved," she said softly. "But what's up with Miny?"
Harry deeply stared into her eyes, a warm smile decorating his face, "Well, dear Hermione that is because you are mine."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat.