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Oblivious Idiots - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-10-09 20:05:20 +0000 UTCA/N: Finally, I got the final chapter of this story out. I hope I never go through the sickness I went through last week; it killed not only my body but also my drive to write, and I want to say a big thank you to all of you for your patience and continued support. I can't express how much it means to me.
But now I am fully healthy and my groove for writing is back again with full passion, so expect the next update in two days, and it will be the new chapter of DyTSW, where the story will get more interesting and smutty.
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Hermione was standing in front of the mirror in her room, getting herself ready for the event that was going to take place in Hogwarts today.
Interestingly, for the first time in Hogwarts, there was going to be a graduation ball for the students that were graduating this year.
Headmistress McGonagall declared one month ago that this year there will be a special ball for the students graduating, which includes 7th and 8th year students.
It was not something that had ever happened before, and when asked, the headmistress said that the reason for it was to honour their heroic efforts since, because of them, especially the ones in 8thgrade, Hogwarts was still standing.
Harry and Hermione both felt that was unnecessary, but obviously they could never win against Minerva and accepted their defeat after they failed to change her mind.
But now Hermione can't help but be very excited for the ball, as this might be the last time she was going to spend with all her fellow students together in this school, where they had spent eight years of their lives, and she was ready for it.
But something she wasn't happy to know about was the fact that Harry and her, being the head boy and girl, were the ones responsible for making the ball happen.
And it was because of that that they both spent the whole of their last month spending time either preparing the ball or studying for their NEWT exam.
Being the hardest exam it was, NEWT took much of their time every day. She and Harry had sat down in any free time they could find between preparing the ball to just grind and study hard for their exam.
They were so busy that what happened in the truth or dare was not even ever brought up in the conversation among them, but Hermione had noticed Harry sneak look many times at her, thinking she wouldn't notice, and almost all the time she knew he was looking at her lips as if he wanted to kiss her.
Which was very confusing for Hermione at first, who didn't even know what had happened that night. When she woke up the next morning, Hermione suffered the biggest headache she ever had.
After finally getting relief, she tried to think about what had happened the previous night, but her mind came blank. She realised she had forgotten everything that had happened after everyone started choosing dares.
It was only after she found it out from Daphne and Ginny that she became aware of what had happened that night, especially how she had practicality mauled Harry.
It had been very uncomfortable the next few days for her with Harry, but him being the best human being ever, he easily brought her out of her embarrassed state after assuring her everything was fine between them.
But Hermione knew that even if he had said it was fine, something big had definitely changed between them. It seemed that both of them didn't like to be separated from each other for a long time.
Harry had become more affectionate with her with his touches every time he was with her, either by holding her hand, pulling her closer with his arm on her shoulder, or holding her with his hand around her waist, with his head on her lap, every time they studied, and he had even started giving her small innocent kisses on the cheeks.
And Hermione had loved all these gestures and his touches; this was what she had always wanted—to be with Harry as more than just a friend, but still, for her frustration, they both hadn't taken that next step.
When the ball was announced, Hermione realised she had been given a chance to finally take that last step with Harry to make their relationship more than just a friend.
She had decided she was going to ask Harry as her date for the ball before other witches could, but she was not ready for what she had found when she had entered their dorm the night of the ball announcement.
Harry was already there, shuffling nervously on his feet with a beautiful bouquet of rose flowers, which were her favourites.
She had been left shocked, and when Harry asked her to be his date, she almost fainted.
She still doesn't know how she didn't kiss and shagged Harry right there on the floor.
The time since that proposal and now had been one of her best days off her life; they had even gone on a date without it being called a date a couple of times to Hogsmeade, and it had been one of the best days of her life.
And now today she was going to claim that final step and pass the boundaries or the limit between them that had been stopping them from each other.
Which was why she was checking herself in her mirror as she made sure she looked her absolute best for tonight.
She was wearing a red halter gown dress that left her shoulders bare; it had a window that gave a tantalising view of her modest tits, and it was tight around her waist, which perfectly highlighted her thick bubble butt.
It came flaring down to her feet, but there was a slit around her right thigh, showing her right leg enticingly.
The dress was exactly what she had wanted. Not only did it give her a modest look by covering most of her body, but because of the slit on her leg and her upper back exposed, it gave her an alluring view as well.
She had bought this dress when she and Harry went to Muggle Mall during one of their Hogsmeade weekends. They had used their privilege of being legally adults to apparate directly in London.
They both had decided after wearing the bulky dress robe in their fourth year that they wanted to wear something more stylish and modern, which was why they had gone to Muggle.
Hermione had this dress from there, and Harry bought a tuxedo with the same colours as hers, but both didn't know how each other's dresses looked as they both wanted to surprise each other.
With a last swipe of her red lipstick on her lips, Hermione was ready.
She looked herself in the mirror, and her ruby-red lips curled into a satisfied smile. She was looking fantastically beautiful, and she was ready to blow Harry's mind.
Closing her room door, she descended down the stairs to the common room with her heels clacking and saw Harry already waiting for her there with his back to her.
When Harry heard her, he turned around, and both of them were left speechless as they gazed at each other.
Hermione saw how Harris eyes roamed all over her body from head to toe, and she felt proud at the way his gaze lingered at her tits and wide hips, but it wasn't only his eyes that were enjoying the view.
Hermione's breath hitched as she saw him in his perfectly fitted red and black tuxedo. Her eyes enjoyed the way his tight shirt showed his wide shoulders and broad chest.
She closed her mouth and gulped down the drool in her mouth as her eyes felt blessed by how hot Harry looked in his suit.
Harry walked to her in silence, took her hands, and kissed her knuckles, all the while looking into her eyes with his bright emerald eyes that were filled with affection, love, and a hint of lust.
“You look stunning, Hermione," Harry said in his deep voice, sending shivers down her spine.
Hermione's pale cheeks turned a beautiful red, which made her more enchanting in Harry’s eyes.
“Thank you, Harry." Hermione smiled. “You look very dashing too.”
Harry chuckled. "I am so glad we chose to wear these rather than those horrid dress robes.”
Hermione nodded. "I completely agree with you,” she said while eyeing his muscles, which were showing because of his thin shirt.
Harry smirked and bowed, then offered his hand to her. “Should we go to the ball now, my lady?” He asked gracefully.
Hermione giggled. “We should, good sir." She playfully replied, hooking her arm around his elbow.
They then made their way to the Great Hall, where both of them kept sneaking glances at each other and laughing whenever they got caught.
Hermione just couldn't keep the smile off her face all the way. She was going to the ball with the boy she had loved for so long; it might have didn't happen four years ago when she had wanted it, but just like they said, ‘better late than never’
They passed by many younger students on their way to the hall, and Hermione smirked at the jealous glare she got from all the young witches. She also noticed how Harry pulled her towards him possessively every time a boy looked at her.
This was already shaping to be the best day of her life.
They arrived at the hall a bit late and saw Minerva standing there, most probably waiting for them, which was proven when she saw them and huffed at them.
“Being the head boy and head girl, I had expected both of you to be here earlier than everyone,” she said sternly.
"Professor, we started getting ready late because we were looking at the arrangement for the ball,” Hermione defended them both and Harry nodded with her.
"I know I was just having fun with you two." Minerva smiled and then took both of their hands. "Now let me look at you both.”
She then looked at Harry and Hermione from up and down, and they both noticed how her old eyes became softer and moister.
"Harry, Hermione, you two looked so beautiful together” Minerva smiled with her voice thick with emotion.
Harry and Hermione blushed at her compliment, and Harry then pulled Minerva into a hug.
“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said softly, and Hermione joined their hug as well, showing gratitude to one person who had always been there for them.
Minerva pulled back and wiped her tears away. “Enough being emotional. Go inside. Everyone is waiting for you," she said, trying to sound stern, but the smile on her face ruined it.
Harry and Hermione nodded, and then, with hands in hand, they entered a completely changed great hall.
It was decorated in the style of their fourth-year Yule Ball, but instead of a winter theme, it was based on a summer theme.
Looking around the beautifully decorated hall, Harry and Hermione felt the proud satisfaction of their hard work.
They were interrupted from their inspection by a voice behind them.
"Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence.”
They turned around and saw a smirking Ginny Weasley with a giggling Daphne Greengrass linking hands with her.
Hermione saw them and was glad that she had dragged both of them with her and Harry to the muggle mall to buy their dresses for the ball because both of them looked beautiful in their dresses.
Ginny was wearing a gold dress that suited her athletic curvy body nicely, while Daphne was wearing a Slytherin green gown that showed her voluptuous body enticingly, and judging by the wandering hands of Ginny, it was very hard for her to keep her hand away from her girlfriend.
Hermione was right when she guessed that both of her friends wouldn't remain just friends after that drunken night, and it was proven true when both of them announced they were dating in front of the whole school the very next day.
Hermione had been very happy for her friends, but a small part of her was jealous that her and Harry's relationship wasn't on their stage.
Harry snorted, “Don’t blame me; it’s Hermione's fault; she took so long to get ready." He smirked at her, "But I am happy that she took her time." He said, looking into Hermione's brown eyes and making her blush.
“I agree with Harry. You look amazing, Hermione." Daphne smiled at her and then turned to Harry. “And you as well, Harry."
Ginny nodded. “She is right; you two look so hot together; everyone’s eyes are on you.” She smirked and winked at them.
Hermione blushed prettily and beamed, “Thank you guys.”
She and Harry then met with their other friends, with everyone complimenting each other, or in the Lavender and Parvati case, squealing and demanding from Hermione where she had bought the dress.
After a while, Minerva clinked her glass to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone, please take your seats." She ordered, and all the students shuffled around and took their seats.
The seating arrangement was one table for four people, so Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Daphne took one table for themselves.
Hermione smiled at Harry when he pulled her chair for her and slid her back in. “Thank you,” she whispered softly.
Harry leaned in her ears and whispered, “Don’t mention it.”
Hermione blushed as she felt his warm breath in her ear, and she ignored Daphne and Ginny, whom she knew were giggling at her.
Minerva then looked at every student's face and smiled, which was very rare.
"A month ago, I announced to all of you how you were going to get a graduation ball, and after the hard work of this school head boy and girl, it had been made possible, so first of all, I want all of you to clap and show them the appreciation that they deserve.” She said it proudly, looking at Harry and Hermione.
Every student and teacher as well stood up and clapped loudly for them, and some even whistled while, all the while Harry and Hermione blushed and took the praise, which in their humble minds wasn't needed.
Once everyone had finally calmed down, Minerva started speaking again.
“I know there had been one question in your mind: why are you getting this graduation ball something that no one got before in Hogwarts history?” She said and everyone nodded.
“That’s because no one else gave to this school as much as every single one of you sitting here." She said, looking at everyone, “All of you fought for this place that had been your home for the last eight or seven years; you fought for it, you bled for it, and you lost someone close to you as well for this school.”
Everyone lowers their heads as they remember the friends they lost last year here in the Battle of Hogwarts.
Seeing the sombre mood, Minerva continued, “And for you to have a last memorable memory of the school, I decided to give all of you this ball tonight so that you can enjoy your last memories and time as a student of this prestigious school.”
Everyone clapped softly and cheered for their headmistress.
Minerva nodded her head in reply, and then, with their arms spread, she declared, “Now let's start the ball with the food first."
Everyone took the menu from the table, and just like in their 4th year, they ordered what they wanted to eat.
Hermione loved the dinner, but more than the tasty food, she enjoyed the lovely and joyful company of her friends; all four of them laughed and talked with each other freely while enjoying the meal.
But what she enjoyed the most was how attentive Harry was to her.
He kept giving her the smile that sent butterflies into her stomach, and his hands kept touching her on her right thighs, which were bare because of the slit, making Hermione feel warm and her mind filled with dirty thoughts.
When everything was finished and the plates were cleaned, Minerva stood up again, and with a smile, she said, “Now that our stomachs have been filled, it's time for the dance.”
Hermione turned to Harry, hopefully, and saw him already standing, offering his hand to her. “Would you let me have this honour to dance with you?” he asked with a charming smile.
Hermione bit her lips from smiling widely, and with a haughty look, she put her hand in his. “You may,” she said with her nose up.
Harry chucked and pulled her to the dance floor, and he put his hand on her waist, pulled her closer, and began dancing to the music.
Hermione smiled and laughed as Harry twirled her around the dance floor. They had been dancing for the last half hour, and she didn't even feel that much time had gone by.
They both enjoyed so much dancing together that they had forgotten about everyone else and were in their own world.
Hermione had never had so much fun dancing, but with Harry, it was so much fun. She had not expected him to be so good at dancing, but when Harry told her he had learned it from Daphne, it made sense to her.
And she smiled giddily as she realised Harry had taken a dancing lesson for her.
With another twirl, Harry spun her around and then pulled her closer to his hard body. His arms were around her waist and her head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart, and both just swayed to the soft music.
“I have dreamed of dancing like this with you for so long,” Harry whispered in her ears.
Hermione looked up at him with wide eyes. "Really?" she gasped.
Harry nodded. “For years, I have waited for a moment like this, especially since our fourth year when I wanted you as my date, but I was too cowardly to ask you and had to make myself believe that I liked Cho."
Hermione smiled. "I have wanted you for so long as well, Harry, but I have been a coward all these years and was afraid to make our friendship more than what it is.”
Harry chuckled. "I guess we both are a shame to the Gryffindor for being so cowardly."
Hermione giggled. "Yes, we are.”
Harry's eyes and smile turned soft, and he cupped her cheek with one hand. “Thank you, Mione," he said softly.
Hermione leaned to his palm on her cheek and furrowed her eyebrow. “For what?” She asked
“For being in my life,” Harry said, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life; if I hadn't had you, I would have died countless times and never been where I am right now, so thank you, Hermione, for being my best friend.”
Hermione's eyes teared up, and she smiled affectionately. "And I am thankful that you came into my life and saved me from that troll that night; without you, I would be dead. Without you, I would have never made any friends, and I would have remained the same annoying, bossy Hermione and.."
"And if I hadn't had you in my life, I would have never met the boy I love.” She said lovingly as she finally told Harry her feelings.
She saw Harry's eyes widen as he heard her indirectly saying those three words to him. Hermione's breath hitched as he pulled her closer to him, and she leaned on her toes to get closer to his lips.
Her mind screamed at her to kiss those soft lips of his, but Hermione wanted, no, she needed Harry to close the distance between them, which he did.
Harry leaned down and brought their lips together, and Hermione felt fireworks busting in her background. It was heaven; it was blissful; it was everything she had wanted and dreamed of.
She had waited for so long to kiss Harry, and no, the drunken night didn't count.
She had dreamed about this moment, but now, with his lips on hers, the reality was so much better.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as Harry pulled closer to him and scratched his scalp. She stood on her toes and kissed and nipped at his lips vigorously as they both fought to show the love they had for each other.
She moaned as Harry squeezed her ass and took the chance to send his tongue into her mouth, and Hermione almost lost her legs as she felt his tongue map around her mouth.
It was blissful for both of them; they were the only people alive as they lost themselves in each other, but unfortunately, they were pulled back to reality when they heard loud cheering and whistling.
They both separated and blushed as they saw everyone cheering for them, even the professors as well.
They also heard them shouting “about time,” and they blushed harder as they realised that, except for them, everyone knew about their feelings for each other.
Harry turned to Hermione and whispered, “Shall we go to our room? I want to continue this beautiful night with you.”
Hermione's blush spread to her neck, but she eagerly nodded without even caring if anyone would take offence.
And with that, Harry grinned and dragged her to their dorm with her hands. Hermione looked back at everyone cheering and saw Ginny and Daphne winking at her.
This time, instead of blushing, she smirked back at them.
They both entered their quarters, and Harry attacked her lips straight away, and Hermione kissed him back with the same hunger, battling his tongue with her.
All the pent-up desires they had for each other all this year were pouring out as they devoured and clawed at each other's bodies.
Hermione gasped when Harry picked her up by her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her arms around his neck. She moaned in his mouth and kept kissing him passionately as Harry carried her to his room.
With every step and bounce, Hermione moaned and rubbed her covered pussy on the hard abs she could feel through his shirt, making it wet with her wet knickers.
Once in his room, Harry put her down and took off his jacket, and without breaking the kiss, she started unbottling his shirt and roamed her hands over his ripped chest, feeling every hard muscle.
When he was fully topless, Hermione pushed him on the bed, and with an impish smile, she undid the knot of her dress at her neck, and her dress fell and pooled down on her feet, leaving her naked with only her wet thong.
She smirked as Harry gasped, his eyes darkening in lust, and he hungrily looked at her body.
Hermione stepped forward, and Harry pulled her to him and looked at her nude body closely, taking every inch of her beautiful body into his mind.
He then softly kissed the valley between her tits and kissed his way to her right tit, covering every inch of her perky, round boobs. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned as Harry finally took her hard nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.
She was feeling euphoric. Harry was sucking and biting her nipple, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her body. He was practically worshipping her boob, and Hermione was loving every kiss and bite of his on her tit.
She begged for her left tit for the same treatment, and Harry took mercy on her and sucked on it as well, while with his other hand, he kneaded her right tit and pinched her nipple.
Hermione gasped and moaned as she slowly lost herself in the pleasure that Harry was giving her by hungrily devouring her boobs. Her legs felt jelly, and she almost lost her balance if not for Harry, who was holding her by gripping her thick ass.
She was then surprised when she found herself suddenly flat on the bed without her thong and with Harry on top of her, smirking at her.
Hermione groaned in disappointment as he stopped sucking her tits, but then her eyes widened in anticipation as Harry pulled his trousers down.
She waited excitedly and then gasped when he finally pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard cock that wobbled in front of her eyes.
Hermione's breath quickened as she finally got to see Harry naked, and the view was better than she had expected.
Harry looked like a Greek god with his hard-ripped and lean, muscled body, but her eyes were only on one thing, which was standing between his legs and twitching in excitement as Harry noticed her hungry look on his cock.
Saying Harry was big would be an understatement. Hermione knew he was big, but she didn't expect him to be so massive—so long and as thick as her wrist.
For a moment, Hermione feared it wouldn't fit inside her, but then she dispelled that fear, and her pussy became wetter as she imagined how Harry was going to break her pussy in half.
She wanted him in right now, but before she could beg for it, Harry surprised her when he laid down on his stomach between her legs and with his mouth on top of her drenched, fluffy lips.
"Harry, what are yo- OH!” Hermione tried to ask but then gasped in shocked pleasure as Harry took a long lick of her pussy with his tongue.
Harry moaned as he tasted her for the first time and then smirked at her shocked look. "I'm getting you ready for my cock, love." He said huskily and then kissed her thighs around her burning core. “You just relax and enjoy”.
And Hermione did just that; she threw her head on the pillow and throatily moaned as Harry kissed and sucked her labia, sending shocks of pleasure cruising through her body.
“oh fuck..” She groaned as Harry sucked on her lips so hungrily, as if he had thrust for her pussy for a long time, which he did.
Harry was in paradise. The taste of Hermione was intoxicating; he was already addicted to it, and the way she was moaning prettily for him made him suck her harder.
He put his one hand on her pussy and plunged his finger into her tight tunnel, enjoying the way her walls were squeezing his finger. He couldn't wait to feel his cock get squeezed by her tight pussy.
He fingered her until he found a spot deep in her that made her walls squeeze him tighter, and she gasped in pleasure.
He then thrust another finger inside her and then started rubbing the same spot, making Hermione whine in pleasure and bringing her closer to her explosion.
“Yes! Yes, Harry, fuck yes...” Hermione moaned and kneaded her tits with her back arched in ecstasy as Harry's fingers touched spots in her that she had never found.
His finger was so long and thicker than hers that Hermione was feeling pleasure that she had never felt with her own hands.
Harry was torturing her with his lips on her wet cunt, slurping on it, and with his finger so deep in her pussy, rubbing her g-spot, that she was edging closer to her sweet release.
But before she could warn him, Harry took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard on it, making her explode in his mouth.
“FUCK HARRYYY!” Hermione screamed in pleasure as the biggest orgasm of her life hit her, and it sent her body shaking and squirting her juices right in Harry's mouth.
Harry closed his eyes and hungrily sucked her juices as her juice sprayed all over his face, and he moaned as he tasted her sweet nectar. He kept his mouth on her cunt and kept sucking her, drinking every last drop of her juice.
Hermione finally stopped shaking, dropped down on the bed, and took long, deep breaths. She looked up at Harry and saw him staring at her with a smug face, and his face wet her release.
Her already flushed cheeks burned red, and she pulled him down and claimed his lips, moaning as she tasted her own juices on his lips, which she didn't mind at all.
She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, dark with lust. "Harry, please, I need your cock in me. Take me, claim me. Make me yours, Harry, please." She begged with need and desperation, wanting Harry to take her virginity, and filled her pussy with his cock.
“You don't need to beg it, my love." Harry whispered lovingly and kissed her pouty lips. He was already ready to fuck Hermione; his cock had been so hard when he had sucked her to her orgasm that it was almost painful.
He took his cock in his hand and guided it to her fluffy lips. He then rubbed his head on her lips to get it wet, making Hermione whimper in need.
“Harry please..”
She threw her hips up, trying to suck his cock in, and Harry finally took mercy on her, pushed the head of his cock in, and groaned at the feeling of her tight, untouched walls squeezing him.
Hermione gasped as she felt the stretch of her wall by the head of his cock; it was only the head, and yet her pussy felt so full.
Harry slowly pushed his cock in until he finally felt her barrier, and with the nod of permission from Hermione, he pushed in faster and broke her womanhood.
“Ahh!” Hermione winced in pain, and Harry stopped and let her take a moment. He was afraid he had hurt her.
Hermione looked at the concern in his eyes, and with a kiss to his lips, she murmured, "I'm alright, Harry; I just need a little time; it's always painful the first time.”
"I know, Mione," Harry said, cupping her cheek. "But I don't like seeing you in pain,” he said softly, kissing her.
Hermione's eyes shined with love for Harry, and she kissed him deeper, trying to show love and appreciation for his concern for her.
Harry, wanting to make her relax and take his cock, put his free hand on her stomach and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He swallowed her moans and felt her walls becoming more loose and wet.
When he felt she was ready to take more of his cock, he pushed in, slowly stretching and filling her pussy with his big cock, until he was finally completely in her, with his pelvis touching her stomach and his big balls resting on her ass.
Hermione pulled her lips away and gasped with wide eyes as she felt stretched to her limit and her pussy filled with his big cock.
Harry was so deep in her that she could feel him in her stomach, with his cock touching her cervix. It may have been painful taking his massive cock, but all she felt now was joy and pleasure as his cock was completely in her pussy, where it belongs.
She was grateful that Harry let her adjust to his full size, and when she felt ready, she looked into his focused eyes and nodded. “You can move now, Harry." She moaned, “Fuck me.”
Harry grunted by her desperate plea, and he slowly took his cook out until the head remained, and while looking in her eyes, he plunged in, hitting the back of her pussy and enjoyed the way her eyes widened and moans slipped from her lips.
From then on, Harry gradually increased the speed of his thrust, changing from a long and slow thrust to a short and quick one.
And all the while, he focused on Hermione's red, ecstatic face as she moaned and writhed beneath him in pleasure that he was giving.
Hermione was in such a pleasurable state that she didn't even know where she was. Harry's big, thick cock was stretching her walls and filling her so perfectly that she was sobbing in pleasure.
Every time he pulled back, her pussy squeezed and tried to get him to stay inside, and then he attached her when thrust back into her, making Hermione moan with every thrust.
Not only was his cock rubbing her g-spot, bringing her to the edge, but his cock was so deep in her that he was hitting her womb with every thrust.
A lesser witch would have been scared away by the slight pain, but Hermione loved it. She loved the way Harry was rearranging her pussy, but she could see he was holding back, and she didn't want that she needed him to fuck her with all he had.
She pulled him by his shoulder and leaned in. "Please, Harry, fuck me harder, pound me, and break me with your huge cock.” She moaned wantonly in his ears.
Harry groaned, and his cock swelled from her lewd talk. If Hermione wanted harder, then he was going to give her the pounding of her life.
He spread her legs wider, and then, with a snarl, he began ploughing his cock in her pussy. His pace was frantic, with his cock a blur as he tried to make Hermione cum again so he could see her face turn in ecstasy.
"YES, YES, HARRY JUST LIKE THAT, PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME HARDER!"
Hermione's soft moan turned into screams. Her cries were ringing in the room, and she wondered if the whole castle could hear her screaming in pleasure as Harry fucked the shit out of her, but she didn't care.
What she cared about was Harry's thick cock battering her cervix and his hard thrust rocking her body and making her boobs bounce on her chest.
She was completely losing herself in throes of pleasure as Harry fucked her with an animalistic pace, and she loved every part of it. She wanted to be filled and fucked by Harry every single day.
Soon his brutal thrust became too much for her, and Hermione lost herself in her second orgasm, which shattered her world.
“FUCK HARRY IN CUMMINGGG!" Hermione cries in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her socket, her body spasmed in her release, and her juices squirted out all over his thrusting cock and the bed.
Harry groaned as Hermione's walls fluttered and squeezed his cock, which sent him to his orgasm, and with a roar and her name on his lips, he filled her pussy with his cum, painting her wall white.
After a full minute of cumming, where he filled her pussy to the brim, Harry finally dropped down beside Hermione, who was still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm and moaning at the feel of his warm, thick seed in her pussy.
He pulled her closer, and Hermione put her head on his chest. Both took deep breaths as they came down from their orgasmic high.
Once her breathing became normal, Hermione looked at Harry's smiling face and said, "That... was.."
"Amazing." Harry finished it for her.
"It was," Hermione nodded. "It took us two idiots so long to finally get together, but it was so worth it."
Harry chuckled. "We really are two oblivious idiots, like our friend said, aren't we?" he said while rubbing his hands on her bare back.
Hermione giggled. "Yes, we are."
Harry's smile then turned softer, and he gripped her chin to pull her closer. "I love you so much, Hermione Granger," he whispered lovingly, his eyes shining with love for her.
Hermione's eyes teared up, and she kissed him softly. "I love you too, Harry Potter, with all my heart," she whispered with a wide smile.
Harry leaned in and kissed her passionately, full of his love for the witch in his arms. He had waited to hear those words for so long, and now he finally did from the girl he had loved since his fourth year.
It was the same and yet more for Hermione, who had waited and dreamed for this to be in the strong arms of the boy who had stolen her heart when he had saved her life in her first year. She poured all her love for him into her kiss.
Just when things were heating up, Harry pulled back and breathlessly said, "Wait."
"What, Harry?" Hermione asked irritably, trying to chase his lips.
Harry pulled back from her and said, "I forgot to ask you something."
Hermione huffed, "Then ask quickly so that we can go back to kissing."
"I just wanted to ask, Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry asked with a smile.
Hermione looked at him with a deadpan face and asked, "Harry, are you serious right now?"
"Why?" Harry asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"I just gave you my virginity; let you fuck the shit out of me, and I told you I love you, and yet you are asking me, Will I be your girlfriend?!" Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly.
"hmm yes?" Harry said uncertainly, feeling like an idiot.
"Merlin Harry! You can be really dense sometimes," Hermione huffed, throwing her hands up.
She then straddled him, cupped his face with both her hands, and leaned in. "Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Harry Potter," she said, and Harry smiled widely. "I will be your girlfriend, your lover, your wife, and the mother of your children if you want me to be." She declared with full certainty.
Harry chuckled at how serious she was and shook his head. "I think a girlfriend would be enough for now."
"Good." Hermione nodded and then smirked lustfully. "Now let's get back to where we left," she whispered sultrily. She claimed his lips again and met his tongue with hers.
Harry moaned and pulled her down on his naked body by squeezing a handful of her ass and grinding her wet pussy on his still-hard cock. The night was young, and these two randy teenagers still had three or more rounds in them.
After years of sneaky looks and secret yearning for each other, these two oblivious idiots in love finally got together. It may have taken them some time, but they had a very long life ahead of them to enjoy, and they would.
And Hermione did become everything she promised to Harry one by one.
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