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Special Services in the Room of Requirement Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2023-02-21 16:59:01 +0000 UTCHarry couldn’t help but bounce his leg nervously as he waited for the women to get ready in the Room of Requirement. He and the rest of the men were stuck over in their small corner, curtained off from the rest of the room as they waited for the women to get in position. Hopefully it wouldn’t take much longer, but each passing second was driving up the anxiety Harry was feeling.
“You alright, mate?” Seamus asked Harry as he walked past. “You look like you’re about to be sick.”
Harry felt like he was, but he forced the sensation down and offered Seamus a half-hearted smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit worried about some personal stuff, you know?”
“Ah,” Seamus nodded his head. “Well, there’s nothing like a good fuck to help clear your mind.”
Harry chuckled along with Seamus as the man patted Harry’s shoulder and resumed his pacing around the room. Everyone seemed quite eager to get things going, especially since Neville and Hannah announced that there wouldn’t be any upcoming sessions until next Monday night.
Finally, Neville pulled back the large black drapes and called out: “Line up everyone! I know you’re all eager, but we’ve got to have some sense of decorum, yeah?”
Harry was the first one in line; he had practically dashed right over, much to the strange looks from several of the others. He knew that he looked terribly eager, but he didn’t care what the others would think. All that mattered was that he needed to be the first one inside.
Neville led the procession of men over to the room within the room. They passed through the open doorway into the winding corridor before passing through some more black drapes and finally entering into the proper room.
Once again, dozens of holes were occupied by various women. Pairs of legs stuck out from the larger holes, some with their feet planted firmly on the floor and their asses in the air while others had their legs in stirrups and their pussies on open display. Most of these were perfectly waist high while others were closer to Harry’s head’s height. Several smaller holes appeared to be occupied too with inviting tongues stuck lewdly through them to entice men over to them.
Harry would normally be sorely tempted to pay them a visit, but he had a more important goal in mind tonight. He bypassed the smaller holes and started down the line of legs, looking for Hermione’s.
Some obviously didn’t belong to his best friend; either they weren’t the right shade of skin or were thicker than her legs. Those were easily dismissed as not being the legs he was looking for. Some were trickier, but differently coloured body hair could be an easy giveaway that told him it wasn’t Hermione he was looking at. Finally, when none of those options helped to clarify things, he really had to look at the girl’s pussy. There were various shapes and sizes to the lips that he walked past, and he remembered Hermione’s distinctly. Hers were tight and clung to his shaft beautifully. Her gorgeous pink walls contrasted with her creamy white skin.
Examining some of these trickier cases meant that a few men had started to pass him by. Harry knew he couldn’t have that, so he started speeding up his process. He skimmed over several that clearly weren’t Hermione. He was about to give up hope, thinking that maybe she was over at one of the smaller holes or had simply not joined in yet when he rounded a corner in the L-shaped room and saw her legs.
They were distinctly Hermione’s, and they were beautiful. Her feet were up in black stirrups that spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was already glistening and wet and looked terribly eager to be fucked. There was a hand sticking out from the hole too, but it wasn’t Hermione’s hand. It was another woman’s and it was gently teasing Hermione’s budding clit. There wasn’t a more inviting pussy in the whole room.
Unfortunately, Harry wasn’t the only one to notice her. He could see that a couple other men had taken notice of her and were starting to make their way over. Even if he ran, they’d get to her before he did.
That was something Harry simply could not allow.
So, drawing on his rough skill in wandless magic, Harry gave a sharp pull of his finger and whispered “accio.”
The man on the right suddenly had his foot yanked out from under him, and that sent him tumbling directly into the man on his left. They both squawked and shouted as they tripped over each other and fell hard to the floor.
Smiling slightly, Harry hurried past the two men who were both accusing the other of tripping them and made his way over to Hermione’s legs.
As he placed his hand on Hermione’s knee, he knew it was her just from the way she responded. Her thighs twitched inward and she made to bring her knees together for a split second but quickly relaxed.
Harry was glad that he had made it to Hermione before anyone else. It wasn’t at the thought of anyone else fucking her. No, he just needed an answer to the question that had been driving him mad all night.
Did she feel the same way as he did?
Sex with her had been nothing short of incredible, and he already knew that no one else could compare. Not only did it feel like her body was perfectly molded to compliment his, there was a deep, emotional connection between the two of them that made everything feel so much more incredible. It was still fun to fuck other women, but Harry knew that he’d never reach the same highs he had felt when he had been with Hermione.
He hoped she felt the same way about him. He had laid up all night dreaming about her, wondering if her heart hammered in her chest when she saw him. If she remembered their night together as fondly as he did. If she knew that no one else would ever match up to him in her eyes.
Well, this was his chance to find out. She had already experienced someone else the last time they were here. Now, he could remind her of how good he was. Then, after they were back in their rooms, he could ask her how she felt. He’d lay everything out on the table for her and find out if she felt the same way.
If she did, it would be the most incredible thing. If she didn’t . . . well, Harry didn’t want to think too much about that.
The sound of sucking and moans started to fill the room as the other men all found their own spots. Harry was practically standing shoulder to shoulder with Wayne Hopkins, a Hufflepuff in his year, and Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw. They were already buried deep inside of the pussies laid out in front of them, thrusting away as they worked off every last bit of stress in their bodies.
Harry unzipped his trousers too and pulled himself out. He was already hard, having been incredibly eager to be inside of Hermione again.
As he poked her thigh with his erection, the hand that was playing with her clit suddenly sped up its efforts, making Hermione twitch and thrash about on the flat bench she was lying on.
Harry smiled to himself. Looks like someone was over there helping him out. Well, he hoped Hermione was already feeling quite good, because he wanted this time to be even better than their first.
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Hermione was feeling jittery as she stripped off all of her clothes with all of the other women. There seemed to be even more of them here than last time—likely a function of the fact that there was going to be a long break before the next session. Everyone seemed chipper and cheery and ready to get going.
Hermione was beyond excited to get going. After her first session a few nights ago, she had masturbated two times that night, dreaming about getting fucked to her satisfaction. She could already feel the familiar warmth filling up her core, readying her for what was to come.
“Did you hear Tracey last week?” Someone giggled off to Hermione’s right.
“Did I?” Another voice laughed back. “She was screaming bloody murder.”
“I hope I get that guy this time.”
A pleasurable shiver went up Hermione’s spine. Who would she get this week? That man sounded quite good, and there were several others that seemed to impress most of the women here. There were a few disappointing ones too, but Hermione supposed that was to be expected. Hopefully she’d get someone good. Someone like . . .
“Hermione!” Luna exclaimed as she rounded the corner into Hermione’s changing area. She was already completely stripped down, but that didn’t stop her from rushing forward to envelop Hermione in a great big hug.
Hermione squawked and froze as she felt Luna’s naked body against hers. She didn’t know why she was so shy suddenly, especially after what Luna did to her only a couple nights ago. She supposed she still wasn’t quite used to thinking of another woman in a sexual way—that was always reserved for men in her fantasies—but the idea wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest, just unusual.
So, Hermione made her body relax into the hug and hugged Luna back.
“You look ready to go,” Luna said as she leaned back and flicked one of Hermione’s stiff nipples.
Hermione had to bite her lip to stop a moan from slipping out from her lips. She’d been ready for over an hour now, and it just felt like she was being teased at this point. Merlin, she couldn’t believe how needy she felt. She just needed someone inside of her.
“I’ve been looking forward to it,” Hermione admitted with only the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks. She was starting to feel a little more comfortable discussing sex with others, at least within the confines of the room. It was easier with Luna too given how open the girl was.
Luna nodded her head. “So have I,” she replied. “I was down by the forest yesterday looking for traces of illegally imported Peruvian Fire Beetles that the Ministry is using to wage war against the common garden snakes when I felt the strangest desire to find the nearest man and mount him.”
“Err-” Hermione’s blush deepened. Maybe sex talk was still something she had to get used to.
“I couldn’t find one,” Luna sighed. “Not a human man, anyway. But what I wouldn’t have given to have a nice pole to climb on then. At least there are plenty of opportunities for that today. I might take two or three men in a row until I’m satisfied.”
Hermione hummed in agreement. The first man she had the other day had finished just when things had started to feel really good for her. Thankfully, another man had been waiting in the wings and had picked things up where the first man had left them. The contrast between how the two men had fucked her had been incredible, though neither had been quite as wonderful as Harry had been.
Hermione shook that last thought out of her head. Merlin, no matter what it was that she was doing or thinking about, her best friend somehow always wormed his way into her thoughts. Just yesterday, when they were having a private supper together in their rooms, she had imagined what it would be like if he would have taken her right then and there. The thought had excited her so much that she had excused herself after the meal and had gone back to her room to masturbate again.
“Alright ladies!” Hannah Abbot called out, standing completely naked as well. Her hourglass figure looked wonderful against the black curtain backdrop. “It’s time to head on in!”
Luna grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her along into the throng of women who were making their way to the various holes through the black curtain. Quite a few of them seemed eager to get started so they rushed towards the nearest spots. However, Luna wasn’t rushing. She seemed content to let the other women take up the first spots as she led Hermione around the outside of the inner room towards the more distant holes.
“I want to show you this,” Luna gushed as she released Hermione’s hand and dashed forward. Hermione watched the younger woman’s butt jiggle as she ran until she skidded to a halt beside an unusual platform.
Every platform Hermione had seen thus far had been like the one Hermione had laid on the other day. They were black mats that floated magically in the air and were just wide enough to fit a single person on it. However, this one that Luna had led Hermione over to was massive in comparison. It was a single large mat that had a massive width, stretching the length of the wall and the five large holes that were in it.
“This is my favourite spot,” Luna said as she stepped onto a small stool beside the massive map. She clambered her way onto it. “Come on!”
Hermione followed Luna and climbed onto the mat. It was perfectly stable beneath both of their weights and it was as soft as any bed Hermione had ever slept on.
Luna patted the mat in front of one of the holes. “Lie down here,” she directed Hermione.
“Okay,” Hermione said as she laid down on her back. Luna helped Hermione slip the lower half of her body through the large hole in the wall, and Hermione quickly positioned her feet into the stirrups on either side of the hole, leaving her dripping wet pussy on display for the various men who would walk into the room shortly.
Just as she was comfortable, Luna plopped down onto the mat beside Hermione and curled up against her. The blond witch nuzzled her face into the crook of Hermione’s neck and smiled up at her. “Some of the girls like to wait their turns here,” she explained. “Five girls use the holes while other girls wait for them to finish and then take their place. And, because the mat is so big, the girls who are waiting can help the girls who are getting fucked feel really, really good.”
“You mean . . .” Hermione trailed off, knowing what was to come.
“Exactly,” Luna grinned. Her thin fingers teased a circular trail on Hermione’s flat belly before slowly making their way down. “I’ll help you feel good while we wait for the men. Then, when you’re done, we can switch places. It’s fun!”
That did sound like fun, if a little bit more slutty than Hermione had expected. She hadn’t really known that the women in here had gotten each other off; Harry hadn’t mentioned it at all, though she supposed that he wouldn’t have really known anyway. Still, the idea excited Hermione.
“I think I’ll like it,” Hermione admitted to Luna.
“Of course you will,” Luna giggled as her fingers reached Hermione’s lower lips. She was just tracing them, outlining them in careful, smooth motions that teased Hermione. She wished Luna would just stick them inside of her to help her get some degree of satisfaction, but Luna seemed to be playing coy.
Other women started climbing on top of the mat too now. Hermione found herself in between Hannah Abbott and Megan Jones who both seemed just as eager to get fucked. Susan Bones hopped on the mat too and laid down beside Hannah, acting just like Luna was by teasing her blond friend.
A slight rumble in the floor told Hermione that the men were starting to enter the inner room. She could practically feel as they got closer.
Suddenly, Hermione gasped as Luna’s fingers ghosted across her clit. Her back arched and her hands gripped the fabric of the mat, but it was hard to get a good grip.
“Shush,” Luna giggled as she pressed down on Hermione’s chest so that her back laid flat down against the mat again, and she then took the opportunity to use that hand to start playing with one of Hermione’s breasts. “I’m just going to get you nice and ready for whatever cock comes your way.”
Fuck, Hermione could feel the moisture forming on the lips of her pussy. She was beyond the point of being ready; she needed to be fucked right now!
That was when she felt a hand on her knee.
Hermione was already so sensitive that just that simple touch made her thighs try to come together so that she could get some degree of satisfaction, but she forced herself to relax. What she really wanted was a cock inside of her, and she needed this man to be able to reach her pussy to give her his. She felt his erection poke her thigh and she moaned at how hot and big it felt.
Luna seemed to redouble her efforts at teasing Hermione’s clit. She was rubbing more furiously now, giving her some direct contact and relying on the responses Hermione’s body gave to dictate her pace. “Is there someone there?” Luna asked.
“Yes,” Hermione breathed out in anticipation. Luna’s touch was making her body twitch on the mat; she was liable to cum even without the help of the man on the other side of the hole, but she still so desperately wanted to feel him inside of her.
“Good,” Luna blew into Hermione’s ear. “I hope he makes you feel so good.”
Hermione closed her eyes tightly as Luna’s touches were starting to become too much. She was already moaning freely when she felt the head of the man’s cock press against her damp, hungry lips. There was just a moment’s hesitation on his part before he pushed inside of her.
Then, Hermione was lost to bliss.
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Harry pushed his hips forward and sank into Hermione’s pussy. He hadn’t intended to push all the way inside of her in a single thrust—he had wanted to savour the feeling of slowly filling his best friend up—but that was just what had happened. It was like her greedy pussy was pulling him inside of her, and Harry was in no state to refuse. Her hot, tight walls were just too inviting.
Harry groaned as he bottomed out in Herrmione’s pussy. His hips bucked forward, trying to fit more of himself inside of her but there was nothing left to give. This connection that he felt was just sublime. Immediately, Harry knew that there was something special about Hermione. No one could replace her in his eyes, and this just confirmed it.
To his right, Anthony groaned as he buckled against the hips of the woman he was inside. His forehead rested against the wall in front of him as he gasped for air and stuck one of his hands through the black curtain over the woman’s lower half, blindly groping for something to grab onto. To Harry’s left, Wayne was fucking this woman wildly. His hips were like a jerky piston that could never maintain a consistent speed as they sawed back and forth, but it seemed to be good enough for the woman on the other side of the wall who was moaning like crazy.
The slick heat around Harry’s cock tightened up suddenly and the fingers that were rubbing Hermione’s clit suddenly pressed down hard on it. Hermione’s midsection thrust upward, and Harry could mentally picture her arching her back as she came around his cock. There was a moment of silence before Hermione let out an ear-piercing scream of pleasure.
“Holy hell,” Wayne commented from beside Harry, looking over to see what Harry was doing. “What the hell did you do to make her scream like that, Potter?”
Honestly, Harry wasn’t sure it was much of his doing at all. Sure, he could imagine that his cock felt good inside of Hermione’s pussy, but it was the fingers that had done most of the work. Harry gestured down at them and Wayne nodded knowingly before going back to fucking his woman.
Harry wasn’t able to move as Hermione came around him. It felt just like last time. There was the same underlying rhythm to the way Hermione’s pussy contracted and spasmed. It was a delightful feeling having his cock squeezed so tightly like this, but he wasn’t anywhere close to finishing yet so he didn’t have to worry about trying to hold on. He just relished in the sensation of Hermione riding out her orgasm until her tight walls finally relaxed again.
The hand retreated back behind the curtain, letting Harry get a perfect look down at where his body met Hermione’s. Her labia was incredibly flushed from all of the blood rushing to it and they were clinging to his shaft beautifully. Harry pulled back a couple of inches and was able to see just how glistening and wet his cock was from Hermione’s juices.
Apparently, he was taking too long, because a voice from behind the curtain rang out.
“Please,” a voice said. It sounded terribly familiar, but distinctly unlike Hermione’s. They must have some type of privacy charms, Harry surmised, to keep people’s identities secret. “I really need this and you feel so good inside of me. Can you start moving now?”
“Of course,” Harry replied courteously. If Hermione was feeling good, who was he to deny her more pleasure? He wanted her to feel better tonight than she ever had before. This would be proof that they were a perfect fit for one another.
So, Harry pulled his hips back before thrusting forward. He didn’t move slowly, but neither was he particularly fast. It was a steady, even pace that highlighted the friction of his cock against her inner walls. Despite the excessive lubrication, Hermione’s walls still clung to him greedily, making every little movement feel wonderful.
Harry was happy to hear the content sigh come from the other side of the wall as he repeated his thrust. He continued with the stable movement, enjoying the feeling of pushing every single inch of himself inside of Hermione’s tight warmth.
“Merlin, that feels so fucking good,” Hermione moaned. “Fuck me.”
Harry groaned at her words and slammed his hips forward, eliciting another beautiful squeal from Hermione’s lips. She wiggled her bum against the mat, moving her pussy closer to him to offer a better angle to penetrate her. Harry could hear the sounds of sucking and kissing coming from the other side of the wall. He didn’t know quite what was going on back there, but if it was helping Hermione feel good then he was happy about it. He’d need all the help he could get if he wanted her to cum again before he spilled his seed inside of her pussy.
“Such a fucking tight fit,” Harry groaned as he picked up the pace. It was hard not to do that when Hermione’s pussy felt so good around his cock. All he wanted to do was fuck her day and night.
There was a groan from beside him as Anthony came inside of his partner. His hips were bucking wildly against the woman’s until he finally finished and staggered out of her. “Gonna go get some slut to lick me clean,” he muttered to the group of men as he walked off to one of the smaller holes.
Before any of the waiting men could take Anthony’s place, the pair of legs slid out of the hole and disappeared behind the curtain. There was an assembled sound of groans from behind Harry, and he glanced back to spot half a dozen men waiting their turns. However, their disappointment turned back to joy as a different set of legs pushed through the hole. The two feet barely had time to fit themselves in the black stirrups before Terry Boot was pushing himself into the waiting pussy.
Harry turned his head away and returned his focus solely back to Hermione. Her pussy was twitching around his cock more and more again; it was almost as though she was building up to another orgasm. As he kept fucking her, he wondered what was going on on the other side of the wall.
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“Fuck!” Hermione screamed again as this absolutely perfect cock filled her up. She was a panting, sweaty mess on the mat, and it was only thanks to Luna’s persistent kisses all over her face that Hermione retained any semblance of coherence. Her first experience in the Room of Requirement a couple of days ago had been incredible, but this was simply otherworldly.
“That good, huh?” Luna giggled as she slithered back down Hermione’s side. Hermione honestly didn’t know how this girl was able to twist and move all over Hermione’s body so easily, but she loved it. Luna kept moving all around her, kissing every inch of available skin Hermione had to offer, though she paid more attention to Hermione’s erogenous zones. Right now, Luna moved down and started sucking on Hermione’s right breast while teasing her other nipple with her delicate fingers.
“Yeah,” Hermione replied breathlessly. “That good.”
“I’m glad; you of all people deserve to have a nice break from the world,” Luna smiled up at her before returning to sucking on Hermione’s breast.
Hermione robotically stroked Luna’s hair as she savoured the pleasure she was feeling. As good as masturbating on her own was, it was nothing compared to the feeling of someone else touching your body. Everything felt so spontaneous and unexpected and exciting!
“He’s nice and thick,” Hermione started explaining to Luna as she gasped down any air she could. “Merlin, he feels just as good as-”
Hermione bit her tongue to stop herself from saying any more. Just the thought of what she was about to say made her start to feel bad. No one was as good as Harry, right? Harry had been so loving and caring and perfect. He had brought up so many confusing feelings that she had been wrestling with for days now; how could anyone else compare?
And yet, someone else clearly did. This mystery man was forcing every bit of pleasure possible into her pussy and turning her into putty on this mat.
A fleeting thought crossed her mind. Could this be Harry? She’d only touched his cock that one night so she didn’t have an exact memory of what it felt like inside of her, but she remembered feeling just as good as this. But what were the odds that Harry would be with her like this?
Regardless of who it was, Hermione decided to imagine that it was Harry fucking her right now. Even if it wasn’t true, she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt at imagining Harry fucking her again. She could hear the moans and groans coming from the man on the other side of the wall and she liked to imagine that she was making Harry make those sounds.
So, Hermione just laid back and relished in the sensation of her body bouncing back and forth on the mat as this man—no, Harry—had his way with her. His cock kept hitting just the right spot in her tight love-tunnel and it was making her see stars. That coupled with Luna’s ministrations were taking her to incredible heights she’d only reached that night with Harry.
Beside her, Hannah let out a deeply satisfied groan of pleasure. “He’s cumming in me,” she said to Susan. The redhead got an eager glint in her eyes as wiggled her ass back and forth, waiting for the man on the other side of the wall to finish in her best friend. When Hannah finally started to pull her lower half back through the hole in the wall, Susan helped spin her friend around and immediately started to eat her out. Hermione could see a couple stray globs of cum drip down Susan’s chin, but the witch quickly scooped them up with her finger so that they wouldn’t go to waste. After a few seconds of cleaning, Susan took Hannah’s place on the mat and stuck her legs through the hole in the wall. Barely any time passed before Hermione saw Susan’s body rock on the mat from someone pushing their cock into her.
Hannah dropped onto the mat in between Susan and Hermione, but she rolled onto her side so that she could face Hermione. “By the look on your face, you’ve got a good one today,” Hannah said casually to Hermione. She dipped her fingers in between her legs to scrape up any leftover cum after Susan’s cleaning and quickly licked her fingers clean.
Hermione could only nod; it was getting to be too difficult to talk now. Thankfully, Luna was more than up to speaking for Hermione. “Oh, yes,” Luna nodded eagerly as she teased Hermione’s nipple with her tongue. “She’s even more excited than the other day.”
Hannah smiled at the two of them. “I’ll say,” she said as she brushed a stray lock of hair away from Hermione’s face.
Hermione knew that she was blushing from all of this attention. She was panting from the incredible fuck she was receiving, and she knew that her sweat-soaked body and lewd look on her face must have made for quite a sight. She’d never thought of herself as someone to enjoy being in the spotlight, but, at least where sex was concerned, she found that she loved being watched like this.
If only Harry could see her now. What would he think of his best friend looking as slutty as this? Would he reject her for it or . . . ?
The man’s cock rammed deep into her again, and Hermione felt it pulse inside of her. She knew what that meant: he was close. Thankfully, she was too. From the way her thighs were trembling and the incredible heat growing in her core, her second orgasm of the night was looking to be far larger than the first.
“Oh!” Hermione moaned. The man—no, Harry, think it’s Harry doing it—had just grazed her clit with the pad of his thumb. It made her pussy clamp down on his cock, stilling its movement for just a moment before the man powered on, letting out his own groan of pleasure from the sudden burst of tightness.
Hearing the man groan sent a thrill through Hermione; she quickly learned that she loved hearing her partners be vocal whenever she made them feel good. Hearing Harry’s voice when he came in her had been the cherry on top of a wonderful night, and this man’s voice was giving her that same rush of delight.
“Looks like you’re close,” Hannah giggled as Hermione closed her eyes and arched her back slightly. “Here, let me help you too.”
As Luna suckled on her breast and the man touched her clit, Hermione was pushed over the edge as Hannah planted her lips on Hermione’s. The deep, searing kiss was more than she could handle, and the world suddenly exploded around her.
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Harry was struggling. Being inside of Hermione again was like a dream come true, literally. He had spent so many nights reliving what he had experienced with her, and this was scratching the itch that had grown ever since their first night together. But that made it difficult to last.
At least Hermione seemed to be struggling as much as he was.
He could feel her twitching and pulsing around his cock. She seemed to be an endless source of lubrication from how wet she was. He knew that was a good sign, but it wasn’t going to matter much if he finished too soon. At the current rate, he’d barely last another twenty seconds before he blew his load. He needed something to even things out.
So, Harry placed one hand on Hermione’s pelvis and brushed his thumb across her clit. The reaction was immediate as her pussy clamped down on his cock. It was so wonderfully tight around him, and it just reinforced the hot sensation of her walls around him. Harry couldn’t move for a second as he gritted his teeth and willed himself not to cum from the sudden tightness. Once the sensation passed, he returned back to fucking Hermione with long, deep thrusts that struck the deepest parts of her pussy.
The stirrups in the wall rattled as Hermione’s legs shook. It was the perfect sign that she was getting close, and Harry was thankful that he didn’t have to hold on for much longer. He just needed to last until-
There was a muffled scream of pleasure that had all of the other men in the area looking over jealously at Harry, but he didn’t see any of their reactions. He lost himself as he felt Hermione’s pussy start to seize around his cock as she was struck hard by her orgasm. It was those erratic spasms around his cock that made him finally let go and lose himself to the pleasure that had been building up all night.
Harry rammed his cock deep into Hermione’s pussy and let loose a torrent of cum inside of her. It felt never-ending as spurt after spurt shot out inside of her, leaving Harry with a deeply satisfied feeling.
This was it; this was the exact sensation he had hoped to replicate. His last time in the Room of Requirement had been wonderful, but nothing was quite the same as cumming inside of his best friend’s perfect pussy. He could only hope that she felt the same way about him.
Even though he had already finished and his cock was starting to wane, Harry didn’t pull out of Hermione right away. She didn’t seem too eager to move either and so they both stayed joined together for another minute before Harry felt her start to shift on the mat. That was his cue to leave as he pulled his cock out of her, taking a moment to watch as a thick glob of cum dripped out of her pussy and spilled down onto the floor beneath the hole in the wall. Hermione’s feet left the stirrups and her lower half vanished through the black curtain.
There were several disappointed groans from behind Harry at Hermione’s disappearing legs, but he didn’t care. He pushed past the lot of them as he headed for the exit, not even bothering to clean up his slick cock. He just stuffed it back into his trousers and made his way out of the room within the Room of Requirement.
A few other men were lingering within the Room of Requirement at large, talking about how good or bad their partner had been or just discussing mundane topics. For a moment, Harry considered waiting around with them to meet up with Hermione right away, but he decided against it. He wanted to speak to her in private, and he didn’t know if he could hold back from telling her exactly how he felt the moment that he saw her.
So, Harry hurried out of the Room of Requirement and rushed back to Gryffindor Tower. He entered and ascended up the stairs towards his and Hermione’s rooms. He walked right up to her door, spoke the password, and entered inside.
Hermione’s room just liked his except with less Quidditch gear and mess and more books and clothes. He plopped himself down in one of the chairs and resolved himself for what was to come.
One way or another, he was going to tell Hermione the one thing that had been on his mind for the last couple of days.
He loved her.
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Arctis_Shox
Thanks! The next 2 chapters will be out in March. I don't have a definitive date yet, but expect them to arrive roughly around the 20th.
OlinOzin
Please tell me there is another update coming to this soon! This is my favorite story I’m currently reading!
