"Do you?"
She quickly nodded, eyes darkening as he stepped forward. In the back of her mind a voice whispered about how it would be better for her to be on top but this was quickly banished by the weight of him on her body, the burning of his flesh on hers, and his beautiful cock prodding at her soaked entrance.
He paused for just a moment, reaching over to his wand and muttering a spell before returning to the situation and…
Hermione gasped as her lower lips spread, something hard and thick slowly pushing into her, filling a place she never knew could be filled, sending spikes of pleasure she never thought possible through ever cell in her body.
Deeper and deeper he pushed, her pussy spread and wrapping around him as it sucked him in even as he continued to slide in. Eventually he bottomed out, pausing there for only a moment before pulling back and thrusting back in. It started slow, each move slow and sensual until he started to pick up the pace.
Another orgasm was quickly arriving her toes clenching, hands trying to grope and touch as much as possible from his arms, back, sides, even butt. His own were holding him up, positioning him above her as he continued pounding harder, faster, and seemingly deeper.
"H-H-Harry…" she came again with a whimper but he didn't slow, instead thrust harder and faster.
"F-fuck Mione I can't, I need… m-more."
She could only nod, trying to wrap her legs around him, trying to draw him in deeper. He was fucking her just as she was fucking him and it was melting her mind, thoughts being pushed aside for pleasure.
For a moment she managed to look into the raging desire that was his emerald eyes, lips parted to say something to him, though what it could be she had no idea, when his lips were on hers, hips pushing against hers as she felt a deep pulsing, a warmth flooding her and his body trembling slightly as he finally came as well.
They continued kissing for a few moments before he pulled back and she couldn't help but giggle with pure orgasmic delight. He matched it with a sweaty, grin.
By the time they, reluctantly, redressed and she made it back to Amy's room she was able to fall onto her makeshift bed before passing out.
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"Do we have to?"
Riddle glanced over at the teen as they made their way up the stone path. "Don't you think it's a bit late to be voicing complaints?"
He crossed his arms with a huff, "I have been voicing my complaints for the past week."
A smile tugged at her lips at his behavior, despite how childish it was. "It is good for you to get out of the house and socialize, helps build future relationships."
"I already went to the dueling tournament…" he grumbled, which was promptly ignored as the woman knocked on the large door, the barrier promptly being opened by a House Elf which greeted them and led them inside.
Just like the 'prestigious' parties before this one was packed with top-of-the-line fashion, smoke from expensive pipes, food that could cost a normal family a year's salary, and enough pretentious arseholes that Harry was surprised there was any room for conversation.
Not that he was even trying to listen, because could adults be any more boring? Despite the excuses he had been given he was one-hundred percent certain the reason Sirius didn't attend these types of gatherings was that he would fall asleep during them.
It really wasn't fair, he had saved Hogwarts twice, why should he be forced to suffer with arrogant old prats who thought they knew better than everyone else about everything else?
Still, in the pair went, going about their traditional pattern of 'making rounds'. There did seem to be one major difference from the previous two parties, and that was far more interest in the two of them.
Those around the professor's age inquired about her career and current professional interests. For him the conversation was mostly pushed to his schooling and plans past graduation.
The eldest in the room would talk politics, not surprising, and their critiques of the government, especially its management of affairs, was harsher than he remembered from what he overheard previously.
As for the ones closer to Harry's age, even into their young adult years, they seemed most interested in bragging about their own talents.
It was all very strange, not because he hadn't been in such situations before, rather how intense it now seemed. It was as if everyone was doing their best for their efforts to be seen, to be noticed.
Grace, however, took it all in stride, either not noticing or, more likely, not deeming it worth mentioning.
Even the Malfoy's, their hosts, seemed more sociable towards them than normal. Although there wasn't the seeming desperation in their actions, the greeting the stuck-up family gave was far warmer than harry had been expecting.
Even Cleo was less bitchy than usual, even if she remained cold with a dash of superiority.
"Mister Potter, it seems you have had quite an… interesting year." Lucius intoned, a notable twitch in his face at the 'title' given to the boy.
The boy-who-lived nodded, doing his best not to make any sarcastic, or overly aggressive, comments in return. "Yes, it was a very difficult year, especially towards the end."
Lucius opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the eldest daughter. "I cannot imagine how difficult it has been for you Harry. I wish I could have done more to help." He shifted in discomfort. It appeared the girl was being held back by her mother's hand on one shoulder, fingers tightened in a warning that was ignored.
"Err yeah, thanks… I guess."
"I trust you have received my gifts?"
Harry's eyes widened, not expecting the witch to be so brazen, especially in front of others. "Uh…"
Her voice lowered, pupils dilating, an almost sensual smile on her face. "I'm hoping you'll return the favor someday."
The younger teen wasn't sure how to reply, if he even should reply, but luckily the decision was taken from him. A presence behind him, a slow, simmering, anger, and a voice tight with barely restrained emotion answered, "Harry and I must be off, so good to see you again Lady Malfoy, Mister Malfoy, Cleopatra…" Any inkling of kindness dropped from her expression as she gave a slight nod towards Pandora, not bothering with a verbal farewell before putting a hand onto the boy's back and leading him from the room.
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