Hermione finishes reacting to Ron's revelation. She has to suppress the gasps and squeals but isn't worried about anyone seeing her. While she's so excited, she doesn't care. She's so taken by the way her body feels that she doesn't even care that it's all colored dull, dark gray. Nobody sees her walking through the halls, washing off again and returning to the Gryffindor commons.
Bedtime happens, even in innocent circumstances. The commons is nearly cleared out now. The prefects are putting out most of the lights and banking the fire. Hermione soon finds herself alone. She sits back in a soft, comfy chair and waits. She'd heard Ron mention Harry being someplace else later tonight. She expects that will make interesting skulking.
She realizes that it's turning into a compulsion when she catches her hands roaming over her belly, upper legs and breasts yet again. This smooth skin feeling is getting to her. She begins to fantasize about going naked around the school. Her imagination of Professor Snape's reaction ends that tangent of her fantasy.
Harry does actually skulk through the commons a while later. He's dressed in normal sweater, pants and shoes, but not wearing his robe. He's carrying his cloak of invisibility that Hermione recognizes and a folded parchment that she doesn't recognize. He moves to the picture at the entrance to Gryffindor tower, looking around to be sure he's not seen. She smiles about not being the only one skulking tonight.
Hermione follows Harry out of the tower and down the ever-changing stairways. She's not worried that he'll see her, but she doesn't want to be heard. Among all the bare things on Hermione are her feet. There aren't any shoes to make noise as she walks. All she's concerned about is her breathing. She can follow rather closely behind Harry and doesn't have to worry about ducking behind something if he stops or turns around. She does have to be careful about not running into anyone.
Harry gets to the main hall at the front door of the school. He opens the parchment and says a magical incantation - something about being up to no good. Hermione can't see what's written on the parchment. She's too far away for that. This is one time she should have looked over Harry's shoulder.
This is the magical map of Hogwarts - the Marauder's Map. It shows anyone moving about by their footsteps and with their name in a banner. Harry looks at the map for a moment, then stands bolt upright. He looks directly at Hermione, then back to his map, then up at Hermione again. He looks high and low. He looks around the floor for an animal. Wormtail had fooled him that way once.
Hermione stands perfectly still and holds her breath. She's soon convinced that Harry can't see her, but she's suspicious about why he's looking so hard at the place where she is. Harry eventually says another incantation. The map goes blank before he folds it up. She resumes following when Harry resumes walking. He's found what he wanted from the map and takes off through the hall to a group of classrooms.
Harry walks briskly. He misses his robe. That's because the air in the school is always brisk, or maybe a little cooler. Nippy might be a good description, Hermione thinks. The cold halls often give her nipples a chill even through robe, sweater, shirt and bra. She's distracted enough to give her breasts a glance. She can barely see her dark gray bare breasts in the dim torchlight of the hall. No goosebumps there or anywhere else. She's feeling all the drafts and breezes on her bare skin as she walks along. She's amazed again how warm she feels in this suit that's not really there. Even her feet are warm as they walk on the cold stones of the floor. That compulsion works again. Hermione keeps her hands running over herself as she walks along.
Harry, with Hermione following, goes around a corner. A slip of paper falls out of his grip and flutters to the floor. Isn't it convenient that it falls right under the only torch in this stretch of the hall. Harry keeps walking away. Hermione kneels by the paper. It's face down. She turns it over and puts it back on the floor. She can just read it under the torch.
"Harry,
Find me if you can. It will be a thrill. I'll hide and do my reading. If you find me before I finish, I am yours. Otherwise I'll be back to my room.
Good luck. I really want to be found.
Cho"
Well, the painfully shy Scot can sure play at adventure. Perhaps this is something for the skulking Hermione to learn about. Do you think Harry dropped this note accidentally? What message might he have in it for Hermione?
Harry returns to the dropped note and picks it up right under Hermione's nose. She's startled, but doesn't gasp or flinch. She stays quiet. Harry doesn't seem to notice.
He does seem self-conscious about talking to no one when he whispers something like, "Now go away."
He continues walking right into one of the classrooms. He leaves the door ajar as he found it. Hermione slides into the room after him and leans against the wall in the shadow beside the door. She gasps a little at the touch of the wall against her bare back with no sweater, skirt or robe in the way.
Harry goes directly to a cupboard and opens it to reveal Cho Chang. She's sitting in there reading a book by the amazingly strong light of one small candle. He takes her hand to help her up and out of the cupboard. Cho brings the book and the candle. She puts both of them on the teacher's table.
Hermione recognizes that book. It's not one of the school texts. In fact it's from the restricted section of the library. That section is not restricted because of the darkness of the magic in its books. We won't ask how Hermione knows about the books in the sexy section nor how Cho got one. They're both just fifth-years, you know.
Cho is dressed in her school robe with the normal stockings and shoes showing beneath it. Harry and Cho embrace tightly. They're both into it. They exchange the most passionate kiss Hermione has ever seen. Cho holds Harry's head in her hands, strokes his hair and keeps her mouth open. Harry's arms encircle her, running up and down her back. Hermione sees his tongue as their mouths meet.
Cho is hanging limp against Harry with the kiss breaks. The painfully shy girl seems to be learning something from that restricted book. Hermione may become interested in that section of the library after this.
Cho's knees seem to give out and she sits on the floor, to Harry's annoyed displeasure. She pulls off her shoes and peels down her stockings. When she stands, Harry looks much less annoyed. Cho unties the drawstring that was holding her robe snugly around her neck. She pulls the robe up and over her head. The painfully shy girl stands in all her naked glory in front of Harry. She wasn't wearing anything else and she's not playing at this adventure.
Cho turns to show Harry everything. That also shows it to Hermione. The tight body with ripples under soft skin is very much like Hermione's own. Cho's small, solidly firm breasts seem to be affected by a nippy breeze. Hermione doesn't feel any breeze at all. Maybe that reaction is from the kiss.
"Y ... you've been persuasive, Harry," Cho says as she turns. "... with your words and your hands. I've decided and you can see what the decision is."
Harry reaches for her, then pauses and asks, "Precautions?"
"Would my Mum send me away without? She knows there are boys here," Cho answers.
Hermione knows exactly how a mother can be in that respect. She has her own precautions well in hand.
Cho drapes herself around Harry's shoulders and takes his head in her hands again. She goes for another kiss. Her back is to Hermione so she can see Harry's hands roam up and down her back. Cho clings tight against Harry until she has to move her hips away as if to make room for something. Harry reaches to his own pants to adjust something. Cho gets tight against him again and wriggles those hips, grinding them into him. Harry moves one hand lower on her back and over those hips. His other hand roams up and around to her front. Hermione may be imagining, but he appears to be rubbing her breast.
Cho weakens, collapses against Harry and slides down him. Harry quickly sits on the floor and puts Cho in his lap. He flinches suddenly. She giggles, reaches and moves an obstacle in his pants. Cho is now facing Hermione who now gets a clear view from her place by the door. She can see Harry's hand reaching around Cho's back and those fingers kneading her breast. Cho reacts by stretching up to kiss him again.
Harry's other hand goes between Cho's legs. Her strokes her thighs and makes her wriggle in his lap. Neither of them seem to care how much she bumps into that hard obstruction in his pants. Harry's hand works higher between her legs. He must be bumping something sensitive every time Cho lurches and gasps. She has trouble keeping that kiss in contact. She gives up and lays back against Harry's arm.
His contact with her vulva gets steady and more intense over a few minutes. Her wriggling turns to writhing and her gasps turn to squeals. She closes her eyes tightly. The rest of her gets tight, too. She's tense all over and squealing continuously. At the end, she lets out a full throated scream. She plants her feet on the floor by Harry and thrusts her hips up into the air. She holds that tense position as long as the scream lasts.
Cho's scream ends suddenly and she collapses on Harry's lap. Harry takes his hand from between her legs and wipes it on his pants. She lies there against him and he holds her gently. She's breathing heavily and clinging to him.
Hermione hears more heavy breathing and finds that it's her own. She has a wet finger between her legs and that's her own, too. She stops trying to take care of herself. She needs to calm down before Cho's breathing returns to normal or she'll be heard. All that tingling from the hand between her legs and the other one on her breasts makes it hard to be calm. Hermione puts those hands behind her and leans on them. That just makes her aware how bare her backside feels.
Cho stirs and recovers in Harry's arms. Neither of them say anything. They probably don't need to. Cho sits up, wraps Harry's head in her arms and kisses him again. He holds her firmly to him until she breaks the kiss and pushes away.
That's only to give herself room to move. She grabs the bottom of Harry's sweater and pulls it up over his head. He cooperates with raised arms and doesn't mind that the sweater drags his undershirt off with it. Hermione gets a look at the very well developing physique of his chest and shoulders. So does Cho. Her gasp covers Hermione's. Cho's hands do some roaming - all over Harry's chest, sides, belly and shoulders.
She makes appreciative "ooh" and "mmm" noises until she whispers, "Stand up."
Harry dutifully stands in front of her. She gets up on her knees. Her hands stroke over his washboard belly while she builds courage, then her hands get to the belt of his pants. She soon has his pants around his ankles. That hard obstruction is now waving back and forth in his boxer shorts. It's right in front of her face and she takes a good look.
So does Hermione, but from a distance. Her view includes the powerful rippling legs. She remembers a certain hug last year. She got to feel several of the better-developed parts of Harry. The invisible witch wriggles against the hands she's leaning on. That's probably a little more tingle than she should allow herself.
Cho bends to Harry's feet. She unties his shoes and tugs at them. She wants Harry to lift his feet so she can get things off. She raises her face to Harry with a pleading look. He gets it and steps out of his shoe. Cho pulls off his sock and pants from that side. It takes as much effort to get the other side done. Harry must have all his attention where he's looking at Cho's naked body. She only gets his attention when she's direct.
Cho gets back up to face those boxer shorts and the stiff, erect penis in them. She presses the cloth tight against him to see the bulging outline of Harry's erection.
That gets more "mmm" from her along with, "So you do find me sexy?"
"As if you need to be told! What a stupid question. Ravenclaw are supposed to be intelligent," Hermione thinks.
"As much as I've said," Harry affirms.
Cho smiles up at him then at his shorts. She hooks a finger in each side of the waistband and pushes the shorts down in one swift move. Harry's penis catches in the shorts and is bent down, but only for a moment. It swings back up into Cho's face. It smacks her right in her mouth.
"Oh! I'm glad you like this idea, too," she whispers addressing his penis.
Harry's eyes go wide and he starts to reach for Cho. Cho reaches for his penis. She gets there first and he freezes. Cho looks over the head and shaft of his penis and feels it with her fingers. Harry stands rigid and naked in front her. Cho leans in close to examine his scrotum and testicles. She holds one hand around his shaft and cups his balls with the other. Harry gasps.
Hermione is wide-eyed. She knows about her own anatomy and has seen other girls in the shower. Cho's body and Harry's treatment of it weren't that new. A lot like her treatment of her own body. The naked boy with a full erection is something entirely new. Oh, she's read about it and even seen a naughty picture, but the real thing is totally new. There's one thing she's definitely learning from the skulking this time.
The naked, erect boy seems to be new to Cho as well. She tests and touches Harry's shaft and head. Those bring moans from Harry. He gives a little cry when she squeezes his testicles. She looks up at his face. Her pained expression shows that she's worried she hurt him. His pained expression turns to a smile when she moves her hand over the head of his penis.
Perhaps it's intended to be sexy, but more likely Cho is just following the old adage to kiss and make it feel better. She leans way in and kisses Harry's scrotum twice, right on each testicle. When Harry moans at that, she looks up at him with an impish grin. The shy Cho is learning something about the new-to-her anatomy of a boy.
Cho has read more on this subject than Hermione. She's also decided to give it her best try. Cho kisses her way up Harry's shaft with his moans becoming more intense all the time. She kisses several places around the head of his penis. The last several of those are with an open mouth and a little tongue action.
She takes a second to catch her breath, then catches Harry. She sticks out her tongue and licks all the way up the forward side of his erect penis. Harry's moan catches and turns to a gasp. Strong as they are, his legs wobble.
Cho reaches around his legs, clutches his buttocks and holds him to her. Her mouth opens wide and engulfs the head of his penis. She swirls her tongue around it as she takes the head in. She keeps light pressure with her lips and a lot of tongue action as she lowers her mouth over his shaft. She has to hold tightly to his legs because Harry is very wobbly now.
So is Hermione. She can see Cho taking in Harry's penis and can tell from his reaction that it's very sexy to him. That suggestion makes it sexy to her. She wriggles against the wall and the hands behind her and wobbles as one leg then the other gets weak.
Cho pulls her head up to release Harry's penis from her mouth. She uses more tongue action all around it to wet more of his shaft. She opens wide again and takes it in, going deeper onto it with each bob of her head. That gets his head deeper in to her mouth and almost to her throat.
Neither of these youngsters are experienced at all. Harry is terribly excited by the anticipation, sight of Cho's nakedness, her orgasmic reaction to his touches and now by her oral ministrations. Cho has probably read of these reactions and her oral work is carefully calculated. There will be no premature climax for Harry this night. There is a quick climax, though. He stiffens all over and grunts. His erect penis appears to be more red, more stiff and larger than when Cho started.
The larger, more stiff penis goes farther in to Cho's mouth and does get to her throat. Cho gags. Her choking reflex makes her pull off Harry's penis at exactly the wrong time - as he comes. Harry's first spurt of ejaculation expels semen right into Cho's face. She closes her eyes just in time and is lucky to get it right when she clamps her lips over his penis again.
Hermione reacts to the ejaculation and large deposit of semen on Cho's face, but it's not a sexy reaction. She's sickened and almost hurls. She thinks it odd that Cho would go back for more, but then realizes that the shy girl is just ready for more of this than she is.
Cho keeps her lips around Harry's penis and keeps her tongue stimulating it. Harry grunts and moans through his orgasm with Cho hanging on to his legs to keep him from falling. We don't have to ask where all the semen goes, do we? He's flushed red all over when the groans, tension and wobbling stop. Cho releases his penis and her grip around his legs. He sits on the floor beside her. They both watch his penis soften and curl downward.
Hermione watches as well. She's over her reaction to Harry's emission and is watching their tender interaction with as much interest.
Harry notices the milky white glob on Cho's face. It's just below one eye with drops running down her cheek. He looks around for something to wipe with. Cho reaches into the pocket of her robe and pulls out some tissues. Harry takes them from her, separates one and gently wipes her face with it. They both smile at the tender, loving way he does it.
The tender action and loving smiles warm Hermione. She had been put off a little by the overt sex act, but more by her own reaction. This stage is back to her ideal of romance, even if it is a naughty, naked romance.
Cho shivers against Harry. Their nipples are stiff and erect after their sex, so they don't show the cold. Goosebumps happen elsewhere on them. Hermione is thankful for the magical warmth of her suit.
Harry drags his cloak down from the table and throws it over the two cuddling lovers. Hermione sees nothing change. She knows of the cloak of invisibility and expects the people under it to vanish. Only the cloak vanishes. She can still see the two naked bodies perfectly well by candle light. Cho settles on Harry's lap and cuddles with him while Hermione thinks that through.
She remembers Professor McGonagall and the black cloth over her head. Another cloak? Had to be. Professor McGonagall had done that to see Hermione in the catsuit. That cloak had vanished, too, leaving the person in it fully visible. The professor had whipped off the cloak when Hermione had pulled off the hood.
She realizes at this point that invisible people can see each other. More importantly, Harry and Cho can see her now. She checks that she's in a dark shadow. A bookcase is between her and the candle. The door is lit. Her dark gray color has some benefit after all. She stays perfectly still against the wall, no matter how much more tingling she wants to feel from her hands.
Cho and Harry are not looking about. They're attention is on each other. Harry is sitting on one side and leaning on one hand. Hermione can clearly see his penis and testicles sprawled across his thigh. Cho is facing him, sitting on her feet with her knees in front of her. She's upright and alert. It looks to Hermione like her breasts are larger than they were with her areolas pushing out as hard cones with stiff nipples at the ends.
Harry watches Cho as the shy girl explores his body. She runs her hands over his hairline, eyes, ears, nose, mouth and cheeks. She looks closely where her hands are and gives little kisses to each part she examines. Her touch, look and those kisses follow down to Harry's chin and throat, then across the expanse of his muscular shoulders. She touches and looks first. While she's kissing, her fingers dig into his firm arms. She checks those with her eyes and mouth, too.
His chest gets her attention next. She strokes his bulging pecs and tickles at his nipples. She also tickles the light wisp of hair in the middle of his chest. All those get close looks and the little kisses. She does the same to each ripple of the washboard of Harry's belly. She finds a ticklish spot just below his navel. He flinches and gives a little gasp when she first touches it and another when she kisses there.
Her hands reach around him, stroke and dig into his buttock. She leans over him and kisses the side of his hip working her way down his leg. Touches, close inspection and a few little kisses go down to the ankle of that leg, switch to the other one and work their way back up.
Her last stop is the package of his genitalia lying across his thigh. She looks at all that very carefully. These are the parts she wants to know more about and she wants them to know her. His penis is still soft and relaxed. That leaves more skin for his scrotum, so his testicles dangle more loosely than when he was erect. She lifts and fondles each part. She gently lifts each one to her mouth and kisses it.
Harry squirms in reaction. He's getting excited by the thought of all Cho's attention. It's too soon since his tension was relieved. It will take more time and attention to get him ready again. He thinks he should be ready - be able to thrill Cho in the way she's asking for. She knows better from her reading.
"I want you to be the first, Harry. I wanted you to be the first to see me and you have done. I wanted you to be the first to touch me and you have done," Cho gets poetic.
"I want you to be the first inside me," she gets explicit. "I will take only a few minutes. Perhaps you will enjoy a turn exploring and studying me."
"Much as you have been studying that book," Harry quips.
"Much as I have been studying you," Cho replies.
Hermione's eyes go wide at Cho's revelation and she almost gasps.
Cho leans back on both arms and extends both legs spread in front of herself. She's exposing everything wide open to Harry. How can he resist. He starts with light fingertip touches around Cho's hairline. He brushes the hair from her face and catches it behind her ears. He kisses her forehead, nose, eyes, ears and cheeks. His fingers brush across her lips and she presses a kiss against them. He kisses her lips and presses a tongue between them. Cho accepts his tongue and relishes the depth of his kiss.
He ends that kiss in order to plant others. As she did, he works his way down her chin, throat, shoulders and across the top of her chest. His fingers press into her small breasts and wiggle her firm areolas around. Cho gasps as if that hurts. When Harry looks at her with concern, she's smiling. If there was pain, it was a pain she likes. Harry goes back to stroking and kissing her breasts. Cho's hips start wriggling and rising a little from the floor.
At one point, Harry moves his body closer to her to get his mouth to her other breast. That brings something newly aroused into contact with her hip. Yes, breasts will do that to a guy. She feels the prod of the hard point rising from between Harry's legs and presses her hip into it. That gets Harry's attention. He lifts up from her and looks down at himself and Cho's hip against him. He looks up at the delighted smile of anticipation on her face.
Harry understands exactly where this is going and knows what he has to do to get there. He's inexperienced, but not entirely ignorant. He has given her an orgasm already, hasn't he? His hands go lower while his mouth stays at Cho's breasts. He rubs lightly at her thighs and mound. Cho presses up against him demanding more. Fingers caress her labia as they grow wet. Cho's labia part as she gets excited. That doesn't take long because it hasn't been long since that orgasm. Harry's fingers slip into her and find her inner labia and clitoris. Cho's hips wriggle wildly and she gasps loudly. Her eyes are closed tightly and her mouth is open except when she bites at her lip.
Hermione can feel the heat from that passion. Of course her suit has been warming her and her hands have been at herself all evening. What's new here? Blushing embarassment at watching two of her closest friends go at it. The word 'voyeur' crosses her mind. She stays, though. First she's very curious and fascinated by the intense physical lovemaking. Second, she has to stay hidden or risk being caught.
"Now, Harry. I'm yours and I'm ready," Cho whispers.
Harry pushes up above Cho's reclining body. Hermione can see his stiff, erect penis pointing along his body with virtually no dangling. Cho spreads her legs and Harry gets between them. Hermione looses sight of his penis as he positions it between Cho's legs. Cho raises her knees a little and grips Harry's hips between them. She tugs a little this way and that as she raises her hips. Harry presses the head of his penis against her and it enters a little way into her wet vagina. They both gasp and smile. This is really happening and it's as good as they ever hoped it would be.
Harry presses in some more until he meets resistance. He draws out to spread the wetness, then gently presses in again. His penis is sliding freely in and out of her when he gets to that resistance again. He presses a little harder. Cho shows a little apprehension. She may know what to expect. Harry presses hard enough to get past the resistance. Cho winces and gives a little cry. Harry freezes where he is. He looks at Cho's pained expression and takes on a worried expression of his own.
After a moment, Cho puts him at ease with, "It's fine, Harry. Carry on ... please."
Harry moves his penis in and out of her slowly. They fit together so well that they can easily kiss. They do just that. Harry leans on his elbows with much of his body weight on Cho. His hands reach to her breasts. He strokes them and flips her nipples with his fingers. Cho's hips are soon wriggling again. She can't keep up the kiss because she's moaning and gasping so much.
Harry has to stop the action on Cho's breasts. He raises up on his hands as he drives himself into her faster and harder. Those drive Cho to harder breathing, hips bucking off the floor and fingers digging and scratching into Harry's back. Her breathing in gasps turns to screams and the bucking hips turn into an arch that Harry has to ride to stay in her. Moments later, Cho relaxes back to the floor after her orgasm.
Hermione looks on in wonderment. She's appalled at her voyeurism, but can't avert her eyes. She wonders at the energy and near violence of the intercourse. She can't help wonder at Cho's strength and strength of the passion that would make her lift herself and the hard-thrusting body of Harry. She understands that Cho grew to like it after a painful first moment. All that energy drove her to a wild, passionate orgasm. Make that orgasms, plural.
Harry keeps going with deep, fast thrusts into Cho's vagina. She raises her legs and wraps them around his hips. She moans again and breathes in gasps, now with squeals between the gasps. Harry presses into her strongly with each thrust - strongly enough to move Cho's body and make her breasts shake.
Harry's whole body starts to stiffen and his thrusts stay at their deepest a little longer each time. Cho puts her feet on the floor and her hips buck up into Harry's motion. Her squeals become screams again. Her eyes are closed tightly and her face contorted with passionate pleasure. Harry pushes up high on his arms, arches his back, rams himself all the way into Cho and grunts in a very deep voice for him.
Hermione sees her chance. There's no way either of them will see her with their eyes so tightly closed in that simultaneous orgasm. She rolls along the wall and slips out the door. She closes the door as far as she can without latching it. As it's closing, she glances back to see Cho arching her hips into the air again and Harry straining as far into her as he can get.