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Special Services in the Room of Requirement Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2022-11-20 17:59:01 +0000 UTCThe walk out of the Great Hall became much less awkward once they were out of sight from the other students. Hermione let out a long sigh and visibly deflated. “Merlin, it felt so awkward being in front of everyone like that knowing what we’re about to go do,” she admitted to Harry.
“It can’t be all that bad,” Harry laughed and started to lead Hermione through the castle to the room he had prepared earlier. “Imagine, everyone who uses the Room of Requirement went weeks without letting spill as to what they were doing there after our DA sessions. I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”
“I hope so,” Hermione huffed before letting out a chuckle of her own. “I really hope this thing works out well. I’ve been feeling so backed up lately.”
At Harry’s laugh, Hermione gave him a hard shove. “Hey!” She exclaimed.
“Sorry,” Harry said, dodging her next blow. “Talking about sexual stuff like this with you is going to take a bit of getting used to.”
“Well, you’d better get used to it soon, cause we’re about to go have sex,” Hermione quipped with a little giggle at the end. “I honestly can’t believe that we’re going to do this.”
Harry reached out and grabbed Hermione’s arm and pulled her close to his side so that their hips bumped as they walked. “You’re my best friend and I love you. I can’t say I’ve ever loved you romantically before, but I’d do anything for you. Worst case scenario: we have some awkward sex and move on.”
“I can think of a lot of ways it can go worse than that,” Hermione noted.
Harry hushed her. “Ignore those thoughts. Come on, we’re almost there.”
As they stepped off the staircase and started down the last corridor before the room, Harry felt butterflies fill his stomach. They were really about to do this. Well, there was no way to stop this now. He swallowed his anxiety and pushed forward down the corridor with Hermione in tow right up to the wooden door that still had that shimmering blue aura around it.
“What’s that?” Hermione asked, her academic curiosity getting the better of her nerves.
“Just a bit of protection from Winky,” Harry explained. Truthfully, he wasn’t quite sure how it worked, or how he was meant to get passed it. Well, he assumed that Winky must have done something to allow only him through, so he reached out and touched the door handle. Immediately, the blue aura vanished, and the door swung open of its own volition, revealing the darkened room within.
“Ladies first,” Harry said to Hermione, prompting her forward.
Hermione took a couple cautionary steps forward, and then continued on in to the room when nothing happened after she crossed the threshold. Once she was partway into the room, dozens of candles illuminated themselves, lighting the room in a warm glow.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione gushed, her eyes wide at the sight before her. “It’s beautiful.”
Harry nearly let out a sigh of relief. He had hoped it would be perfect for her, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it would be just what she wanted.
His goal in getting this room set up was to ensure that it would be a comfortable place for Hermione. In short, that meant books. Winky had shown him this old room which used to be a miniature library. The walls were all lined with bookshelves, and various old tomes and manuscripts filled the shelves up nicely. Winky and the rest of the house-elves at Hogwarts had done a wonderful job of cleaning up the room and getting rid of all of the dust so that it looked practically new.
All of the old tables and chairs had been cleared out of the room. In their place, a large featherbed had been deposited in the center of the room. The four-poster bed had optional curtains that could be used to block out the glow of the dozens of candles that floated a few feet below the ceiling. There was a large table beside the bed too. Harry walked into the room behind Hermione and deposited his book-bag onto the table.
“Winky and the house-elves found this place and did most of the cleaning,” Harry admitted to Hermione. “But I thought it would be a nice place. Better than our private rooms where any of the students could come knocking if there was a problem.”
“It’s wonderful,” Hermione said. She slowly walked the length of the room, looking at the spines of the various tomes before turning back towards the bed.
Harry came up behind her and suddenly wrapped his arms around her midsection. She tensed up initially, but quickly melted into his embrace and leaned back against his chest. “We can stop at any time,” Harry told her. “If its gets to be too much.”
Hermione hummed. “I think I’ll be fine. I want this, I want it to be you, but I just never expected that losing my virginity would be like this, you know?”
“I didn’t expect it to happen like this for me either,” Harry replied. “But, I’m glad its with you.”
Hermione turned to face him then, her body still pressed up against his. Harry had known that Hermione was a beautiful woman for years now ever since the Yule Ball when he first saw her in that stunning dress, but he never really paid much attention to her sexual aspects. Feeling her chest pressed up against him and his hands resting on her hips reminded him of them though. Her warm brown eyes stared up into his green ones, searching for something, and her rosy pink lips were parted ever so slightly.
Something inside of Harry pushed him to move. Slowly, he lowered his mouth until it was touching Hermione’s. Their lips interlocked with each other and they started to kiss.
A strange bubble of emotions flickered through Harry’s mind. The strangeness of kissing his best friend was not lost on him, but that feeling gave way to his love and lust. Hermione’s arms slithered around his back, and her hands grabbed onto his robes and bunched them in her hands as she held him close.
When they finally had to pull away, Harry opened his eyes to find Hermione staring right back at him. “Wow,” he said, a silly grin coming onto his lips.
Hermione laughed. “Wow indeed,” she breathed out. “I never expected . . . that.”
“It was good, right?” Harry asked.
Hermione nodded her head. “Very good.”
“Right, well, that’s . . . good,” Harry said, suddenly feeling a little awkward again. This was just supposed to be two best friends doing stuff together. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good.
Hermione let go of Harry’s robes and took a couple steps back from him. She walked back to the bed, her fingers trailing the edge of the soft duvet atop the bed. She suddenly looked back up at Harry. “Do you want to get started?”
“I thought we already had,” Harry joked.
Hermione cracked a smile at that. Her hands came up to her robes and she slowly started to remove them. Harry froze in place as he watched Hermione shed her outer robes, then remove her tie and her vest. She was busy undoing the buttons of her shirt when she looked up at Harry. “You’re looking a little overdressed yourself.”
“Sorry,” Harry said quickly, his hands fumbling to start taking off his clothes. “I was just . . . I was watching you.”
Hermione blushed and her fingers slowed their movements. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“Pretty, gorgeous, beautiful,” Harry listed off the adjectives that he felt could describe Hermione.
If anything, Hermione’s blush deepened even more. “Well, I think you’re quite handsome.”
Harry couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this awkward interaction. He was feeling a lot of his worry and nerves fade away the longer this went on. His hormones were overriding his sense of embarrassment, and all he wanted to do was get naked with Hermione and get onto the bed.
Harry managed to get his shirt off before Hermione did. Her eyes stared unabashedly at his chest, lingering over the noticeable lightning bolt-shaped scar over his heart. After a moment, Hermione undid the last button and let her shirt fall off of her shoulders.
On the run, Harry had seen Hermione in her bra a few times. It was usually fleeting glances when they were getting changed in the morning in the tent, but he’d never had a chance to really look at her like this. She had a white lace bra on that really highlighted the swell of her breasts. They were smaller than most women in their year, but Harry didn’t care about that. Her skin was milky white and smooth; the only visible blemish was the scar that Bellatrix left her with on her arm. It still hurt that Harry hadn’t been able to stop her in time, but he understood perfectly well that scars didn’t define the person. If anything, it only reminded Harry of how strong Hermione was.
Harry’s trousers were next. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers to the floor before stepping out of them so that he was just in his underwear. Hermione’s eyes focused in on the outline of his semi-hard cock that pressed up against the front of his underwear, but she quickly blushed and looked away.
“You can look at me, you know,” Harry told her, taking a couple steps closer. “We’re going to be seeing a whole lot more of each other soon.”
“I know,” Hermione said. “It’s just strange, I suppose.”
Harry walked all the way up to her and placed his hands on the waistband of her skirt. Ever so gently, he lowered himself into a crouch and pulled the article of clothing down until he saw the matching white lace panties she had on underneath. Hermione blushed terribly and looked away from Harry, who was focused in on looking at the slight damp spot on her panties.
“You’re gorgeous, Hermione,” Harry murmured as he stood up. “Let me show you.”
With that, he dropped his underwear. His cock leapt as it was freed from its confines, and it rapidly grew to its full size as it stuck out and pointed right at Hermione. Her eyes landed right on it.
“I want you,” Harry said. “Do you want me?”
Hermione’s breathing was loud as she nodded her head.
Harry stepped in close to her until the tip of his penis poked her flat belly. Hermione recoiled back in surprise, but quickly rooted herself in place as she looked up to Harry’s face. “It’s alright,” he reassured her.
“Sorry,” Hermione smiled awkwardly. “Just these damn nerves.”
“It’s fine,” Harry waved her off. “Once we get on the bed, it’ll all be easier.”
Hermione looked down at herself. “I guess I need to get rid of the rest before we get started.”
Reaching behind her, Hermione fiddled with the clasp of her bra for a moment before it unlatched. She shrugged her shoulders forward and helped the straps fall down her arms as the two cups fell away from her chest. Harry stared unabashedly as Hermione’s two breasts were exposed. They were perfect with puffy rosy-pink nipples and a wonderful shape to them with only a hint of sagging. Before Harry could say or do anything though, Hermione was already rushing ahead as she hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her panties and pushed them down.
Hermione took a couple steps back as she stepped out of her clothes that had pooled at her feet, and Harry got his first good look at her naked body. In short, she was stunning. Hermione was beautiful from head to toe. Her skin was smooth and creamy, her breasts stood high on her chest, and her mound had just a hint of hair growing above it.
“Well?” Hermione blushed as she fought not to cover herself up.
Harry didn’t want to respond with words. Instead, he rushed forward and crushed his lips against Hermione’s again, relishing in the feeling of her soft skin pressing up against his. Hermione gasped into the kiss, but quickly started to return it.
Harry started shuffling forward, and Hermione responded in kind by shuffling backwards. They made those small steps as they kissed until the edge of the bed smacked up against the back of Hermione’s knees. Them, Harry broke the kiss just as he pushed her back onto the bed.
Hermione fell breathlessly, staring down at Harry who was already moving into position. He had never done this before, but he had heard enough talk from Dean and Seamus that he knew that this was the way to go to get a woman ready for sex. He got onto his knees right in between Hermione’s legs and stared directly forward at her glistening pussy.
Hermione’s pink lips were fully on display, with droplets of her juices clinging to her. Harry placed his hands on her thighs, feeling her shiver as he touched her, and leaned in a little closer. He looked up to find Hermione watching him with bated breath. “Are you ready?” He asked her.
“Yes,” Hermione replied quickly.
Harry started by leaving a trail of kisses down Hermione’s inner thigh. His best friend sucked in a deep breath as he kissed towards her core, eagerly waiting for his inevitable arrival. Once he reached her pink lips, Harry stuck out his tongue and gave her one solid lick from bottom to top. Hermione’s legs twitched a little and pressed in on either side of his face, but she quickly relaxed as Harry’s tongue pulled back.
He went in for a few more licks, but Hermione quickly helped him adjust his movements. “A little higher,” Hermione said as she let out a little moan.
Harry moved his tongue a little higher.
“A bit more,” Hermione said.
When Harry’s tongue moved a bit higher and touched a little nub of flesh, Hermione let out something between a squeal and a moan.
“Yes, right there,” Hermione panted. “Gentle touches; don’t go too rough.”
Harry followed her words to the letter. He swirled his tongue slowly around Hermione’s clit, only giving it glancing touches every few seconds. Every time he did, Hermione’s panting would grow louder and she’d let out soft mewling sounds of delight.
At first, Harry didn’t quite know what to do with his hands. He was simply resting them at his side, but then he placed them on Hermione’s thighs as he licked her clit. Then, he had a better idea.
Harry’s index finger gently probed Hermione’s opening, just barely pushing inside her soft pink lips. Her wetness easily coated his finger, allowing him to push inside of her easily. Hermione let out a sharp gasp at that, and Harry looked up to make sure that she was okay, only to find her head back in ecstasy.
Hermione’s inner walls pulsed around Harry’s finger. He took his time exploring while he kept up his ministrations with his tongue on her slit. Her pussy kept trying to suck his finger in deeper as he ran it along her inner walls, and so, eventually, he started pushing his finger in and out of her pussy.
“Oh, Harry,” Hermione moaned loudly. She was squirming on the bed now, and Harry was getting bolder. He forgot what Hermione told him before, and instead pressed his tongue directly onto her clit. Hermione let out a squeal of pleasure, but her thighs squished either side of his face as she writhed on the bed. After a few seconds, her body finally relaxed. “Sorry,” Hermione sucked in a deep breath. “I’m just really sensitive there.”
“I can tell,” Harry laughed a little, mentally reminding himself to be more gentle. He returned back to his previous actions, but he only managed to do so for a few short seconds before Hermione spoke again.
“Harry.”
The way she said his name drew his attention immediately. Harry stopped his movements and looked up into her beautiful brown eyes, waiting for her to speak again.
“I think I’m ready for more now,” Hermione said with only the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks.
It took Harry a second to realize what she was asking for, but he caught on. His cock throbbed at the thought that passed through his mind: he was about to fuck Hermione.
Harry pushed himself up onto his feet and stood right at the edge of the bed. Hermione looked beautiful below him, her legs parted on either side of his body, her breasts standing proud on her chest, and her slightly out-of-breath face looking up at him with love and lust.
Harry shuffled forward until the head of his hard cock touched Hermione’s sopping wet pussy. They both sucked in a deep breath at that, but they knew that they were both ready for more.
“Go slow,” Hermione told him.
“Of course,” Harry replied as he grabbed his cock and angled it towards her entrance. It took a few short pushes before enough of her wetness coated the tip of his cock and he was able to push inside of her. He had expected some sort of barrier, like Seamus had said there was, but he didn’t find anything. So, he cautiously pressed forward slowly.
It took a little over a minute before Harry was as deep inside of Hermione as he could go. Her pussy felt so hot and tight around his cock that it was driving him mad. His body was screaming at him to start fucking her already, but his mind kept him in check; he wasn’t going to start fucking her until she was ready.
Hermione looked a little uncomfortable beneath him, and she couldn’t stop staring at where their bodies met. “Sorry, just need a second,” she said before letting out a little giggle. “You’re really big.”
Harry felt his desire and lust swirl up even more inside of him at that comment, but he waited diligently. It took several minutes before Hermione spoke again.
“Okay, I think I’m ready,” she finally said.
A burst of excitement swirled through Harry’s chest at that. He wasted no time in slowly pulling his hips back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of Hermione before he slowly pushed forward back inside of her. Hermione let out a soft moan with every thrust, and Harry felt his own moans crawling up his throat.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” Harry moaned as he thrust his cock all the way inside of Hermione again.
Hermione gasped as he filled her so suddenly. “You feel amazing too. Merlin, I knew sex would feel good, but not this good.”
“Heh,” Harry chuckled, trying ever so hard to focus when the pleasure of Hermione’s pussy was threatening to override his mind. She was so slick that it was getting easier and easier to thrust in and out of her. He couldn’t help but pick up the pace over time as Hermione’s tight pussy pleasured him better than anything else ever had.
After several moments, Harry was able to set a fairly fast pace pumping inside of Herrmione. She was rapidly turning into a mewling mess on the bed, feeling terribly overwhelmed by how good Harry felt inside of her. She reached down and grabbed her thighs, helping to hold them back and keep her legs spread as Harry fucked it. It had the added benefit of making her arms squish her breasts together beautifully for Harry’s visual pleasure.
“Oh, Harry!” Hermione moaned. Her voice grew in pitch. “Harry! Harry! HARRY!” She screamed his name as he pounded into her.
Harry felt like he was losing his mind. He fell down on top of Hermione, catching himself on his forearms on either side of her so that he didn’t land on her with all of his weight, and he started kissing her wildly as he adjusted to the new position. Hermione wasted no time in kissing him back with just as much passion as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her nails clawed at his back as his hips thrust over and over again and his cock filled and stretched her out in the most wonderful ways.
Harry felt himself growing closer and closer with every thrust. He wasn’t bound to last much longer being inside of Hermione like this. “Hermione, I’m-” he grunted in pleasure as he bottomed out in her again. “I’m close,” he warned her.
“Finish inside of me,” Hermione said, sucking in a deep breath before kissing him again. “I’m on the potion.”
Harry didn’t need any more prodding that that. He maintained his pace, making sure to fuck Hermione just as perfectly as she deserved to be. Hermione kept moaning into the kiss, and her body squirmed beneath his as he fucked her.
“Ah!” Hermione moaned as she suddenly threw her head back. She kept moaning over and over again until her mouth opened into a silent scream. Harry’s lips went right for her exposed neck, kissing her wildly as his hips smacked off of hers.
Suddenly, Hermione’s pussy contracted sharply around Harry’s cock, and he realized that he was at the point of no return. With a loud groan, he felt his orgasm hit.
Harry let out a deep groan as he spilled his seed inside of Hermione. Her ams and legs clutched tightly at him, keeping him buried deep inside of her as he came. Hermione’s pussy spasmed around his cock in an unpredictable pattern, pushing out every drop of cum he had to spill.
Once they were finally spent, Harry let himself collapse on top of Hermione. Their chests heaved against each other as they greedily sucked in deep breaths. After a few seconds, Harry pulled out of Hermione and rolled onto the bed beside her, but, much to Harry’s surprise, Hermione crawled on top of him. She tangled her limbs with his and rested her head against his chest. Harry wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to him.
It was like that the two slowly drifted off to sleep, finding comfort in each other.
Comments
Arctis_Shox
Don't worry, the development of their relationship and their use of the services will be explained as the story goes on.
hugplx
Agree with Rob. The point of these 'services' is to get some relief... You're going to need to come up with a compelling reason that H/Hr don't just become a couple and see to themselves.
Robert
It’s gonna feel off having them with other partners after that scene, really beautifully done.
