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Special Services in the Room of Requirement Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2023-01-20 16:59:01 +0000 UTCHermione signed the parchment that would protect everyone in the Room of Requirement with quiet anxiety. Ever since Harry had told her about what went on in this room, she couldn’t get it off of her mind. All she did was think about what it would be like to participate.
It was so strange to think that she’d want this. Not the part about wanting sex—that was a natural desire of course. No, it was the fact that her life ended up at the point that she was seriously considering this a viable thing to participate in.
At the end of the war, Hermione had thought that she and Ron would end up together. There had been an underlying tension for a couple years at that point that had been impossible to deny. He had been so infuriating to deal with on a daily basis . . . and yet, she loved that part of their relationship. It was a constant struggle and it challenged her to be better. She learned to compromise, to see perspectives that were different than her own, and to not take everything so seriously. The electricity when she and Ron finally kissed had been everything she had imagined it would be, but then everything had gone wrong.
Perhaps it was naive to assume that Ron would grow and change at the same rate she had. After the war, she had been willing to put everything aside to try to make a relationship with him work. Instead, those same old negative traits of his bubbled up to the surface. They argued and fought, and Hermione realized that, in her process of change, she was never going to truly love Ron if he wasn’t changing too.
Maybe he’d face the same change inside of himself in a year or two, or maybe he never would. That didn’t really matter though. What mattered was that whatever compatibility they may have had was lost, and there was no guarantee that it’d return.
The fame of being a part of the ‘Golden Trio’ who ended the war left Hermione facing a media blitz that prevented her dating life from flourishing. She could never trust that the men she was speaking to weren’t just interested in her because of the prestige that came along with being seen with her. That was her problem though, not theirs, so she resolved to work on herself before she tried dating again.
But, as time passed, it just became harder and harder to do that. Her prestige and public image only continued to balloon as more stories about what went on during the war became public. People spoke about the heroism of her, Harry, and Ron, and it seemed like her stardom was going to permanently isolate her. Even when she returned to Hogwarts, she was given the position of Head Girl alongside Harry. She’d never just be a normal person in the wizarding world ever again.
The sexual frustration built up quickly. She and Ron had never gone past some light oral, and without anyone to fill the void after they split, Hermione was forced to take care of herself regularly. It left her needy and wanting something more.
And that was how she ended up here.
Harry gave her his old charming smile as he signed his name right beside hers. Merlin, just seeing that curve of his lips sent butterflies through her stomach.
Harry had made her first time into something truly special, and she’d always love him for that. That night was emblematic of everything Harry was: caring, charming, loyal, passionate, and daring. He took the initiative and led her through it even though it was his first time too.
She’d never seen Harry as a potential romantic partner; he was just her best friend. But, she couldn’t get his face out of her mind after that night. In her dreams, she felt every touch of his skin against hers, heard every gasp and breathy moan that slipped past his lips, saw that dreamy look in his green eyes as he leaned forward and-
Hermione swallowed the saliva that was pooling her mouth as Harry put down the quill.
“Okay you lot!” Neville called out as the table vanished from sight. “All the men over to the left side and the ladies to the right.”
Hermione felt faint. Now was the time to get started. It was her last chance to back out of this. She didn’t want to. She wanted, no, needed the release that she was sure to get here.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Harry whispered to her.
Hermione bit her lower lips. Was she? She wanted to have sex, and this was the perfect way to get it. Her feelings on Harry were too confused right now to take seriously. Tonight was about having fun and getting the break she needed.
So, she nodded her head. “Yeah, I am,” she told him. Just saying those words gave her a sensation in her gut that she made the right choice.
“Alright,” Harry smiled encouragingly at her. “But, if anything comes up, just let me or Hannah know.”
Hermione couldn’t help but smile at her caring friend. “Thanks,” she whispered back to him.
Then, before her nerves could get a chance to regroup and talk her out of this, she turned on her heel and strode over towards the large group of women in the room.
There were so many women here, so many people that she didn’t expect. There were the familiar ones like Hannah, Susan, Lavender, Parvati, Luna, and even Ginny. But, more surprisingly, she saw others like Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Lisa Turpin, Romilda Vane, Megan Jones, and even Pansy Parkinson. That last witch was doing everything she could to ignore Hermione’s presence as she walked into the group. Honestly, despite having plenty to hate about Pansy, she didn’t care about her being here right now. All Hermione wanted was a fun, relaxing break. If that meant that she had to do that with Pansy in the same room as her, then so be it.
A thick, black curtain suddenly came up around the group of men on the other side of the room and all sound was cut off from them.
“Alright ladies,” Hannah clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention. “You know the drill! Head over to the front of the room so that I can get the rest of the room ready!”
The large group of women headed over towards the exit, chatting casually as they went. Hermione caught snippets of their conversations.
“-knees are really sore from last time,” Megan complained to Lisa.
“-don’t know who it was, but they licked me better than anyone-” Tracey gushed to Pansy.
“-think I might stick around until I’m too sore to go on. I just want to get filled with-” Daphne said to Susan.
It almost boggled Hermione’s mind as to how all of these women could speak so casually about what was going to happen. And the fact that they were talking about it so openly was incredible too. She supposed that after you had sex in the same room as someone else, modesty went right out the window, but it was still just so outside of the norm that it was jarring to hear.
“You’re looking a little pale, Hermione,” Luna said, suddenly appearing at Hermione’s side as though she appeared out of thin air. “You haven’t happened to encounter a wandering Gulping Plimpy lately, have you?”
It was hard not to chuckle at Luna’s oddities. Hermione remembered a time when she had been terribly annoyed by them, but now they were just adorable. “No, I don’t think I have,” she answered. “Though, I don’t think I’d be able to recognize one if I saw it.”
Luna nodded sagely. “They are devilishly tricky. I found the best way to spot one is to look for a kidney-shaped spot on its left cheek; none of the other types of Plimpies have that on them there.”
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I spot a Plimpy,” Hermione smiled.
A whoosh of air ran through the crowd of women as, suddenly, a room within the Room of Requirement appeared. It was exactly how Harry described: smooth stone walls with black drapes stretching from it to the Room of Requirement’s outer walls. Hannah was standing just a few feet away from what was presumably the entrance into this smaller room, but Hermione knew that the entrance was just for the men. Instead, Hannah pulled back one of the black drapes and revealed a finely decorated space that stretched along the outside of the smaller room.
Without needing any prompting, the women started over towards the entrance. Everyone still seemed very casual about it, but Hermione could feel an excited electricity building up in the air as they passed through the black drapes and into what appeared to be a resting area.
Ornate couches and chairs littered the closed off space behind the smaller room. The furniture was all set up around a large, roaring fireplace in the wall, and there were several tables set up with pitchers of water, pumpkin juice, and various other drinks—Hermione even spotted a few bottles of elven wine stashed in a wine rack. On the opposite side from the entrance, there were several opaque partitions set up with bathtubs filled with steaming water in between them. Fluffy white robes were hung on hooks in front of the baths, and there were several stacked rows of shelves in front of the partitions.
It was a lot to take in all at once, and the various women were all distributing themselves throughout the room as they normally would, but that left Hermione standing in the middle of it awkwardly. She looked at Luna, a question on her lips, when she froze as she saw that, somehow, Luna was already completely naked with her clothes folded neatly in her hands.
“I’m so excited,” Luna laughed quietly as she danced her way over to one of the shelves, where she deposited her clothes. “Last time we were here, I encountered the strangest man who had a cock as thick as my wrist. I do hope I’ll get him again.”
Hermione was completely flabbergasted at Luna’s nonchalance. She had honestly never expected words like that to come out of Luna’s mouth, though, given her other oddities, Hermione really shouldn’t have been that surprised.
Luna cocked her head to the side and looked curiously at Hermione. “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” She asked.
Hermione looked down at herself, biting her lower lip. She supposed she should start to get ready. Glancing around at the others, Hermione could see that most of them were in various states of undress. None of them seemed bothered in the slightest as they pulled off their bras and panties, leaving them completely bare for everyone to look at.
“Here,” Luna said as she came up beside Hermione. “Let me help.”
“Luna!” Hermione gasped as Luna quickly pulled off Hermione’s robes, leaving her just in her skirt and shirt.
“What?” Luna asked, seeming genuinely confused. “Don’t you want to get naked? Or are you one of the girls who likes to keep her clothes on when she gets fucked?”
Hermione’s face flashed a brilliant red. “No,” she quickly assured Luna. “I’m just . . .”
“Oh dear,” Luna said gravely. “It’s Wrackspurts, isn’t it. They’ve got you all tripped up over nothing. Well, don’t worry. One of the natural repellents to Wrackspurts is an orgasm. If you just get one of those, I’m sure your head will clear right up.”
Hermione couldn’t help but snort. Right, just have an orgasm, easy as can be.
“Come on,” Luna urged her on. “You’ll want to go get a good spot before they all get taken up.”
That’s right, she did. According to Harry, the women either had their lower halves stuck through holes in the wall, or they sat beside smaller holes that men could stick themselves through. As much as Hermione was curious to try examining and sucking on a man’s cock, her pussy was tingling with need.
Hermione, with Luna’s help, quickly undressed herself the rest of the way. Her skirt and shirt were discarded on the floor, and then she tore off her bra and panties before her nerves could convince her to do otherwise. Thankfully, Luna picked up Hermione’s clothes for her off the ground and set them on the shelf right beside hers—Hermione didn’t know if she would have been brave enough to bend over so openly in front of everyone else quite yet.
“Alright everyone!” Hannah called out from in front of a black drape beside the partitions. Like virtually everyone else in the room, she was completely naked. “Time to get set up! I’m sure the boys are going sparse waiting for us.”
There were a few giggles at that, and even Hermione felt a sense of giddiness pass through her. The men in the Room of Requirement were waiting for them; they wanted to come over here and fuck them. Just the thought of that alone made Hermione feel noticeably more wet.
“Come on,” Luna said as she grabbed Hermione’s hand, pulling her along over towards Hannah.
Hannah pulled open the drape to reveal a strange sight. Along the outside of the smaller room, there were various mats laid out. Several of them laid still on the ground in front of the smaller holes that the men would stick their cocks through, giving the women a place to rest their knees. Then, there were larger mats that appeared to be floating in front of several larger holes that the women would stick their lower halves through. These mats had small stools beside them to help the women up, and they often had handholds along the sides of them. All of the holes were currently obscured by black drapes.
Ginny was one of the first women through, and she wasted no time in rushing over to one of the first large holes. Hermione watched as she clambered up onto the floating mat and lay down on her back. Then, gripping the handholds, she scooted her body down the mat until her legs kicked their way through the black drapes. Her lower half disappeared behind the drape and Ginny didn’t stop moving until the drape rested across her belly. Then she just relaxed and waited.
Luna pulled Hermione past Ginny. “Lets go around here,” she said, leading Hermione over to a small cluster of holes. “Do you want to be on your front or on your back?”
“My back,” Hermione answered, blushing lightly.
“This is a good one for that,” Luna said, gesturing to one of the floating mats that was ever so slightly more elevated than the other one nearby. “You take this one and I’ll take the one beside you.”
Hermione nodded and stepped onto the stool in front of the mat. As she climbed on, she was surprised at just how soft and gentle the mat felt against her skin. She sat down on her bum and scooted herself forward to the black drape that obscured the hole in front of her. Then, she pushed her legs through and laid down on her back.
“You can put your feet up in the stirrups to the side if you want,” Luna told Hermione as she too climbed onto her own mat. She had evidently chosen to lie flat on her belly, leaving her ass sticking out on the other side of the hole.
“Okay,” Hermione replied as she searched around blindly with her feet. Eventually, she found the leather stirrups and hooked her feet in them. Her legs were stretched out wide and she felt terribly exposed like this, but it was also incredibly erotic to know that her pussy was on open display on the other side of this hole, ready for any man who chose to take her today.
After a few minutes, the various women all distributed themselves around the outside of the smaller room, finding their own holes to take up for the night. Hermione and Luna were joined by Megan Jones, who was on her knees on the floor beside Hermione. Megan flashed Hermione and Luna a smile before getting settled with a predatory look in eyes as she eagerly stared at the hole in front of her.
There was no official announcement when the men were arriving, but the rumble in the floor told Hermione that they were coming. Her body felt so ready for what was to come, but she couldn’t shake the nervous anticipation that made her body tremble. She just wanted to get fucked to get over these damned nerves.
Hermione’s body tightened up as she felt a hand graze her inner thigh. She held her breath, her eyes wide and staring at the black drape as she waited. But, the hand left her and there was no follow-up touch to be had.
On one hand, Hermione was bitterly disappointed that some unknown man had just passed her up, but, on the other hand, that little touch had been more erotic than she could have possibly imagined. It made the whole situation feel so much more real, and it absolutely confirmed for Hermione that she had made the right choice. She wanted, no, she needed this.
Another minute passed before Luna suddenly let out a gasp. Hermione glanced over at her friend just in time to see her body jostle forward on the mat. “Ooh, that’s a lovely one,” Luna commented as her body started to rock on the mat. Her small breasts were squished firmly against the mat and spilled out on either side of her torso. “Though, the man does have quite the strong grip. I think my hips may be a bit bruised after this.”
‘Was she seriously talking to me while she’s getting fucked?’ Hermione thought to herself.
Thankfully, Hermione was spared from the need to reply when she felt a new hand touch her legs. Her breath hitched and she stared right at that black drape that was resting over her belly, blocking her sight. It felt strange not seeing anyone there. When she and Harry had slept together, Hermione had spent the whole time alternating her gaze from his face down to where their bodies were connected.
The hands ran up and down the smooth skin of her inner thighs, sending prickling sensations of pleasure throughout her body. The hands were moving closer and closer to her pussy, which Hermione was sure was just starting to drip with wetness.
Then, the hands retreated.
Hermione had just started to let out a frustrated sigh at being teased again when she felt it. A hot, bulbous head was pressed up against her pussy lips. She held her breath as she felt the man rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, smearing it with her juices. Then, he pushed inside of her.
The moan that escaped her lips was completely involuntary. The cock pierced so deep inside of her that it felt like it was pushing out all of the air she had trapped in her lungs. The mystery man filled her up completely, stretching her inner walls nicely and leaving her feeling very satisfied.
It wasn’t as big as Harry’s, Hermione noticed once the man settled inside of her, but it was still very wonderful. She felt pleasantly full and her pussy was tingling around his cock. She could feel every little twitch and pulse that the cock did inside of her, and her pussy kept clamping down on it in response.
Suddenly, whatever enchantment that was blocking sound in between the two sides of the wall was dropped and Hermione’s ears were assaulted by the sounds of moans and slapping flesh. Whoever was on the other side of the wall from her was groaning quietly as he grabbed onto her hips.
“How is yours?” Luna asked once it appeared as though Hermione was back to normal.
Hermione glanced over at her friend. Luna’s face was starting to have a slight sheen to it and her body kept rocking back and forth on the mat. Whoever was fucking her was really going for it given how hard she was bouncing back and forth. Hermione could hear the smacking sound of the man’s hips hitting Luna’s ass with each thrust.
“It’s good,” Hermione answered as casually as possible. “But he hasn’t really started moving yet.”
“Give it time,” Luna said, waving her off. “Men can be a lot more sensitive than us, especially at the start.”
Right, Harry had been like that too.
It took nearly a minute after the man entered Hermione before he started to move again. As soon as Hermione felt his cock start to retreat, her pussy instinctively tightened around his cock, begging it to stay inside of her.
“Fuck,” the mystery man grunted. “So fucking tight.”
Hermione’s ears were perked, trying to listen in on the voice, but it wasn’t clear to her as to who was speaking. Hannah had mentioned something before about an obscuring charm modulating people’s voices, but it was still unusual to hear the change first hand. The voice sounded familiar, which it probably was given the fact that it was one of her classmates, but she couldn’t place it exactly.
The man pushed inside of her again, and Hermione started to feel the thrills she had felt when Harry fucked her. Feeling this nice, hot cock stuffing her needy pussy was exactly the type of stress relief she needed. She loved everything about it from the very mild soreness that came with her pussy expanding to accommodate the cock inside of it to the way her body rocked on the man when his hips smacked against the underside of her thighs. This man was fucking her, and it felt so damn good.
With a little giggle, Hermione lied her head back down on the mat and stared up at the ceiling as the man fucked her. He wasn’t being rough, but neither was he being gentle. Each thrust felt just right inside of her, and it kept sending sparks of pleasure throughout her whole body.
“Yes,” Luna whined. Hermione glanced over to see her friend’s eyes closed firmly and her lips parted as a moan left them. Her head was bouncing wildly as whoever was fucking her was really pounding into her now, and Luna looked like she was loving every second of it. It made Hermione wonder what it would feel like to get fucked like that.
Suddenly, the mystery man gave one hard thrust that jolted Hermione’s body sharply. She saw stars as his cock hit just the right spot inside of her when he pushed inside, and she let out a terribly erotic moan. Her pussy trembled around the cock in delight over what it had just experienced.
The man must have liked the way her body reacted and the sounds of her moans because he gave her another thrust just like that one. Hermione didn’t know if it was the angle or the situation that she was in that was turning her on so much, but every thrust felt like she was being brought closer and closer to a pure state of bliss.
Hermione’s hands left the handholds on the sides of the mat and she instead grabbed onto her breasts as her back arched off of the mat slightly. Her pink nipples were hard as pebbles and they felt wonderful as she rolled them in between her fingers. The man who was fucking her kept up with his hard pace, and all Hermione could hear was the sounds of his body smacking against hers and the panting breaths of the man.
Everything was just starting to reach perfection when the man suddenly let out a loud groan. It took Hermione a second to realize what was going on, but by then it was too late. The man slammed his hips forward and Hermione felt his cock almost grow slightly and pulse before the first spurt of cum shot out inside of her. His body trembled against hers as he shot out several bursts of cum into her pussy.
The sex had been wonderful, but Hermione would be lying if she said that she wasn’t disappointed. She remembered how Harry had made her scream his name in pleasure before she had an orgasm, and he had done that even before he had cum. Her whole body still felt elated from what it had just gone through, but she couldn’t help but wish that she had been able to orgasm too.
The man slipped out of her. “That was incredible,” he said through the drape. “I’ll look for you the next time I’m here.”
The next time . . .
After having experienced this, Hermione was definitely sure there’d be a next time. This had been wonderful, although not fully satisfying, and she was still hungry for more. Hannah had said they usually do this once or twice a week. That’d give her plenty of chances to-
Hermione froze as she felt a new set of hands on her body. They were distinctly different from the ones before. They stopped high up on her thighs, and she felt a couple of fingers on either side of her pussy stretch open her lips.
“You look nicely used,” a deep voice spoke through the drapes. “I hope you don’t mind if I have a go?”
A feeling of pure arousal shot through Hermione. “I don’t mind in the slightest,” she answered quickly. Another cock sounded just perfect right now, especially with how close to the edge she had been.
“Excellent.”
Hermione could practically hear the smile on the man’s lips as he spoke. He placed himself right in between her legs and she felt his cock brush up against her thigh. It moved right up to her pussy, and she felt him scoop up the cum that had started to leak out of her and push it right back inside her pussy.
“Fuck!” Hermione squealed as the man suddenly rammed his cock into her. He was thick as Harry was, and it felt truly divine having him inside of her. Her chest heaved and she squeezed her breasts in delight.
Yes, the Room of Requirement truly was a magical place.
The man didn’t waste any time. He knew that she was good and ready after the first man had fucked her, so he was easily able to start pounding away into her tight little pussy without issue. Hermione’s eyes practically rolled up into the back of her head when she felt one of the man’s fingers lightly press against her clit. He knew exactly what to do to set her off.
Hermione’s pleasure-filled mewling made the man chuckle. “You like that, do you?”
“Yes,” Hermione panted as she pinched her nipple sharply in between her fingers. It felt so fucking good.
The man’s thick cock had her pussy stretched wide around its girth, but he was so lubricated thanks to her wetness and the previous man’s cum that he was able to slide in and out of her with ease. Still, her pussy clung to him, trying to keep him inside of her.
Suddenly, the man grabbed Hermione’s legs and pulled her feet out of the stirrups. He brought her legs together and placed them over one of his shoulders as he kept fucking her pussy. In this position, he felt so much larger than before, and she knew that her pussy must have felt incredibly tight around his cock.
“Oh, Merlin,” Hermione moaned as her body jostled around on the mat. She was really bouncing now, and it felt incredible getting used like this.
“You look delightful,” Luna said.
Hermione turned her head to see that Luna had already finished up. She was standing beside Hermione, her arms resting on the edge of Hermione’s mat, coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Looking down at herself, Hermione noticed that she had a similar glow going on too.
Hermione opened her mouth to reply to Luna, but all that came out was another moan as the man gave her an especially hard thrust.
“Ooh,” Luna smiled, “you have one of the good ones.”
“Yeah,” Hermione chuckled in between moans. “He’s really something.”
“I’ll say; look at how hard your nipples are,” Luna commented casually.
Hermione looked down at her breasts just in time to see Luna’s lithe hand shoot out and grab one of her full breasts. Hermione gasped lightly at the other woman’s touch, especially when Luna pinched one of Hermione’s nipples.
“Yep, hard as a rock,” Luna nodded.
“Oh, fuck, Luna.” Hermione’s legs trembled against the man’s shoulders. She was getting close. She could feel it in the way that her pussy felt like it was burning up with a fever and the tingling pleasure that was shooting all throughout her body.
“Here, let me help the Wrackspurts get out of your head,” Luna said, standing up to her full height and leaning over Hermione’s body.
Luna’s mouth suddenly latched onto one of Hermione’s breasts and she sucked hard.
Hermione turned into a mess as the mystery man’s hard cock rammed into her quivering little pussy over and over again and Luna kept up her assault on her breasts. Hermione had no clue how Luna knew exactly what to do to make her feel so good, but she was obviously experienced. Her tongue kept flicking Hermione’s nipples in such a way as to send out sparks all throughout her body. It was electrifying, and it mixed ever so wonderfully with the fiery heat that radiated out of her pussy.
Hermione’s moans grew louder and louder into a fever pitch as she felt her orgasm start to come on. It felt so different compared to when she got herself off. Without needing to focus on pleasuring herself, she could fully let loose and let her orgasm render her entire body into a delightfully uncontrollable mess.
When the man’s fingers touched her clit again, Hermione squealed. Her legs trembled and shook against the man’s shoulders, but he held her tightly in place as he continued to ram his cock inside of her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m fucking . . . Urgh,” he growled, and Hermione felt his cock pulse.
Her orgasm hit just a couple of seconds before the man came inside of her. Her vision grew dark for a moment as her brain shut down from all of the overwhelming pleasure. Her entire body was wracked with tremors as the full-body orgasm made her feel just as wonderful as she had when Harry had fucked her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Hermione cried out in joy, not caring if anyone was listening in on her. She loved this too much to worry about decorum or embarrassment anymore; she just wanted to be made to feel this good all the time.
As her pussy spasmed, she milked out the cum from the man’s cock. She felt the warm splash of his seed inside of her, and she delighted in knowing that she was being filled up again. It was such a satisfying thing to know that she made this man feel so much pleasure. His body was shaking against hers as he humped out the last few drops of cum.
The man’s heaving breaths came through loud and clear through the curtain. “That was amazing,” he said in between breaths. “Fuck, I need to find you again.”
Hermione would like that too. His cock had been wonderfully thick, and it made her full in the best way. “I’ll be here next time,” she assured him.
“Then I’ll find you,” he promised.
Reluctantly, the man slowly slid his cock out of her pussy and released her legs. When her legs dropped down, Hermione realized just how numb they were, and how sore her pussy was starting to feel.
“If you’re all done,” Luna said, finally releasing Hermione’s breasts from her mouth and hands with a small smile, “the baths have a number of soothing and pain-relief potions to make you feel nice.”
“That sounds lovely,” Hermione laughed shakily as she pulled her lower half back through the hole. She scooted back on the mat and looked down at her pussy. It was red and engorged from all the blood that had rushed there, and she could see a glob of white cum forming around her entrance. When she swung her legs over the side of her mat and hopped down onto her feet, she felt the two men’s cum start to dribble down onto her thighs.
“Come on,” Luna urged Hermione, taking her hand and starting to lead her back into the waiting room from before. As they passed by, Hermione saw that most of the other women had finished up already; there were only a few holdouts who were still getting fucked or sucking some men off, but things seemed to be tapering down quickly.
The waiting room looked incredibly chill and cozy as Hermione and Luna stepped back into it. Most of the women were reclining on chairs or couches by the roaring fire, dressed in those fluffy white robes Hermione had seen before. Instead of heading over to them though, Luna brought Hermione over towards the partitions that separated the baths.
“Here’s yours,” Luna said, releasing Hermione’s hand at one of the baths. “The water’s already been replaced and warmed up nicely. I’ll just be in the one next to you.”
Hermione smiled at Luna. “Thanks.”
Luna beamed back at her. “Happy to help.”
Hermione quickly made her way over to the bath and gently lowered herself into the lightly steaming bath. The warm water felt wonderful against her skin, and the slight aches and pains she had been feeling were immediately washed away as the potions worked their magic.
This had been even better than Hermione had hoped for. She knew that her first time with Harry was going to be something special, and the way he had made her feel had been unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She hoped that sex in the Room of Requirement would be at least half as good as that, but, in truth, it had been nearly just as good. The only thing that stopped it from being absolutely perfect was that it hadn’t been Harry fucking her.
Hermione blushed lightly as she sank lower into the bath. Merlin, she had it bad for him. She had never expected this, but she couldn’t say she was displeased. The real question was if Harry felt the same as her. Did he get butterflies in his stomach when he looked at her like when she looked at him? Did he dream of them spending another magical night together? Did he even want her if they had the Room of Requirement to be able to have anonymous sex?
Hermione shook that last thought from her head. It didn’t bode well to dwell on such things; she’d just get in her own head and screw things up. The best approach would be to talk with Harry about this. But what if he didn’t feel the same?
No, Hermione shook her head again. She was a Gryffindor, and she could do this. All she had to do was be brave for one minute and ask him how he felt about her. Harry wasn’t the type of guy to go running off if he didn’t feel the same. He’d be kind and gentle about it.
But, maybe, just maybe, he’d feel the same as she did. And what a world of possibilities that would open up.
Comments
Robert
I still wish you hadn't made that first Harry/Hermione scene as emotionally charged as what it was, everything else just feels wrong now. Harry being obtuse about his emotions and Hermione assuming he doesn't feel the same. Ugh. Well written as usual though!
Arctis_Shox
I will say that I always have specific characters in mind for these mystery partners. In future chapters, I may start to offer a few hints as to who some of these partners are.
Antar Das
Question is who could that be despite the anonymity
