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Hermoine sat back, she nodded her head in satisfaction, 6 chapters of the dark arts completed. 5 chapters in incantations done and the next 4 chapters on the metaphysics regarding the propulsion of the broomstick all completed. Now was 'me' time she thought to herself smiling, as she wearily got up walking over to her levitated bedside table. Picking up her wand, she took a few practice swishes before starting the incantation.

"Il Lumine, un memorosium, el metamorphosise"

Swishing her wand back and forwards as a gold trail left the end of the wand mimicking the movement of her hand.
All of a sudden the atmosphere in the room changed, the background grew lighter as candles appeared out of nowhere, levitating around the room out of arms reach, lighting up the room. The floor changed from cold cobblestone to highly polished marble. The other beds in the dorm disappeared, leaving Hermoine's sole bed, which had tripled in size, four posts coming from the corners of the bed stretched up to the ceiling. The material of the bed had changed to suit that of royalty, the sheets made out of Egyptian silk interwoven with gold thread giving the sheets a shimmering effect. This was a world that Hermoine had created herself, after coming across the incantation from a forbidden old book in the library she had begun her work. Creating life from her wand, creating a perfect world where there were no rules and she was god.

All of a sudden a knock came from the wooden door that diverted her attention. Hermoine smiled to herself and jumped onto the bed, swishing her wand, her old pyjamas were instantly transformed into a tight two piece lingerie outfit. Her bra and thong, lacy and black in comparison to her pale creamy skin. Her naked flesh could be seen through areas where the material was thin. Unlike many females her age Hermoine had matured early both mentally and sexually. While many females where going to make up parties, she was at home discovering the joys of tantric sex. Not that she had had sex... yet. She smiled to herself, this was perhaps her best creation. Many of the boys her age struggled with the joys of puberty, voices breaking and facial hair (magic inspired or not) often growing out of control. Not to mention Testosterone flying everywhere, Hermoine had often kept her small pert breasts under heavy cloaks and gowns, her long wavy hair and innocent child-like face masking her deceptive soul.

"Come in" Hermoine said, sitting back in the bed flicking her wand at the door to disengage the lock. In walked Harry Potter. Oh how she had lusted after Harry, Hermoine thought to herself, sitting up at night whilst everybody was asleep, furtively masturbating over what it would be like to fuck him. But she understood that doing so might jeopardise their relationship, plus he was very sexually immature, so fantasy's involving him were often woefully inaccurate. In general (with the exception of Harry) she often lusted after older men, although not as old as Dumbledore (who by reputation often screwed both male and female in order to keep their place at Hogwarts).

But this Harry Potter was different from the Harry Potter she had known, his broad muscular shoulders filling the robe completely. His frame was not stocky but rather lean and muscular, like that of a seeker, built for speed. His small glasses almost insignificant in comparison to his face, brooding green eyes haunted behind those glasses, but his face still kept its childish charm. That cheeky grin still unchanged. His robe hung limp on his frame saturated from the rain outside, his hair was matted and his glasses beaded from water. Looking at him, Hermoine became wet, her pulse rate accelerating.

"Its pretty wet out there, I'm saturated to the bone. I'm sorry did I wake you?" Harry said, that same cheeky grin still evident on his face.

"No not at all, in fact I was waiting for you... why don't you let me help you out of those wet clothes?" Hermoine said waving her hand at the wall opposite to Harry, all of a sudden a roaring fire appeared in the empty fireplace, illuminating the room and the full bear-sized rug next to the fireplace.

Harry grinned and walked over towards the fireplace, blowing in his hands and rubbing them together, rubbing warmth into the chill that permeated his flesh.

"Well thankyou... good old Hermoine always so... hospitable to your guests."

Hermoine blushed, even though she had created this older version of Harry based on his younger self he functioned pretty much independently, thinking, acting and solving puzzles like that of a normal person. It was this that had gotten Hermoine so attached to Harry. He was so real in so many different ways.

"Here..." Hermoine said detaching the wet t-shirt from Harry's head which he seemed to have gotten himself into a pickle trying to get off.

"I wouldn't want you to catch a cold now, being the hospitable person that I am and all..." Hermoine said running a hand down Harry's bare chest. His chest was completely hairless, except for a few tufts of hair on his armpits and a small snail trail leading down, at the base of his stomach. Harry's chest was covered in goosepimples, a side effect of getting caught in the rain and cold, his nipples were already hard from the cold weather and stood erect against his hard muscular pecs. Hermoine ran a hand lightly down his front, her nails grazing over his nipples causing a muscle to jump involuntarily from his thighs. One of his hands went behind her, cradling her in his muscular arms, pulling her closer to him. She looked up at his face as he peered down at her. His eyes were deep green in colour, almost emerald in colour. She could smell his aftershave and breathed it in deeply, its smell intoxicating her.

He stooped down his head and she craned forward, their lips meeting halfway. Hermoine opened her mouth, her lips parted as her tongue uncoiled itself fully, her tongue discreetly slipping into Harry's mouth, exploring his mouth and upper plate, tasting him as much as she could. Harry reciprocated, gently sucking on her tongue as he too explored her mouth, she tasted of something sweet, perhaps fairy floss? Harry breathed in Hermoine, her perfume smelled spicy yet exotic. Like cinnamon mixed with mangoes.

Hermoine's hands began exploring as her hands worked lower, one hand grasping his firm butt, holding it and letting it go before letting her hand explore underneath his underpants, running up and down his crack, and clutching desperately at big chunks of flesh. Her other hand untied his pants from the front, sliding his pants off which still clung onto him, saturated. Her other hand stroked up and down the front of his underpants, whilst she continued to kiss him, lightly sucking and biting at his lower lip. She continued to stroke his cock underneath the underpants until she felt it rise, hardening, straining against the thin wet cotton of his underpants. Her hand moved inside his underpants and she tugged it off his erect cock, as it pooled at the base of his feet. She stopped kissing momentarily and admired his cock, it stood erect at 8 inches long, slightly banana shaped tapering at the end to his bell shaped head. It was a beautiful looking cock, its skin silky and smooth to touch. His balls hung delectably underneath his cock, loosely swaying side to side in time to the movement of his body. Harry looked down at his cock too; he was completely naked.

"I cant help but feel somewhat... disadvantaged" Harry said looking at Hermoine's still clothed body. Hermoine looked back at him giving him a pure look of innocence before raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well I cant help you there" Hermoine replied, looking at him and grinning before going back to stroking his cock, up and down, her hand loosely gripping his cock, gently pulling at it. Harry bit his lip in pleasure as a small groan of pleasure left his mouth involuntarily. Harry's hands began to explore again, his hand unclasping her bra from behind as his other hand ran underneath her thong, exploring the hidden flesh beyond. Her bra came forward, her small pert breasts still stuck to the bra from the front though. Harry's hand continued stroking her firm supple flesh underneath her thong whilst his other hand stroked up and down her spine. He bent his head down, his brown hair still wet, plastered to his forehead as he found her neck, sucking on it, his teeth grazing against the supple flesh whilst his tongue laved against his teeth, working in time to each other. Hermoine's hand began to stroke him harder as her breathing increased her hand against his head pulling his head into her neck. Groaning softly, inaudible desires of pleasure. Harry was groaning to as his cock strained against her soft palm, erect and rock hard as a few droplets of cum appeared on his head, trickling out the end. Hermoine saw this through eyes slitted with lust, moving her hand over his head as she began to coat his cock with it, lubricating her motions as she gripped harder, quickening her pace and rhythm. Harry moaned, sucking on her neck harder until Hermoine too groaned; her hand still clamped against his head. Harry moved his head lower, pulling her bra off with his teeth as he began to lick at her small pert breasts. Her small dark areola's standing out in contrast to her creamy white skin. Harry began to suck on her nipples, using his teeth to lightly nibble on to them whilst moving his tongue in circular motions. His other hand stopped stroking her back, pulling down her thong with the aid of the other hand, it was dripping wet, only that she had not been in the rain, and its moisture was not from Harry's wet body. It reluctantly slid down her svelte milky thighs pooling at her ankles. His hands began exploring. His right hand began stroking her petite ass, working up and down whilst his other hand (incidentally his left hand ^_^) trailed down her cleft, following the crack as it ran underneath her body. Hermoine lifted up one of her leg to wrap it around Harry's waist, exposing her cleft more to Harry's wandering hand. Unfortunately this compromised her balance, forcing her to sway, using Harry as her point of balance. This was solved however, when Harry sat down on the full length bear skin rug, pulling Hermoine ontop of him in the process. Hermoine lay ontop of Harry, her hand continuing to stroke Harry as Harry's hands continued to inspect her cleft, running his hand down in between her legs until he found her lips. Running his hands along the length of the lips, he felt her wet as her juices trailed out from in between her lips, coating his fingers in her dripping wet nectar. Her gently ran his fingers along her crack until he found her clit, teasing it with a few light strokes before gently probing inwards, parting her lips gently with his two fingers he slowly penetrated her. Her tightness and wetness of her pussy engulfing his fingers as he slowly slid it in and out. Probing deeper and deeper, exploring how far her tight snatch would allow his fingers to search.
Hermoine groaned in pleasure as she clamped her thighs together. She had never felt this sensation before as his fingers explored deeper and deeper. It felt so good as his fingers slid in and out her, as she moved her ass in time to his constantly moving fingers. Her thighs quivered in pleasure as jolts of pleasure travelled up her thighs and throughout her body, his hand moving back and forth in time to her pumping hips. Hermoine released herself from Harry's mouth, gripping his cock tighter as she increased her tugging. She found his neck, biting down on it and sucking hard as she felt him quiver in pleasure, inaudible groans of pleasure coming from his mouth.

She felt a muscle twitch from high within her signalling an oncoming orgasm, Harry too was coming close to an orgasm as his hips began to buck wildly against her hand.

Hermoine stayed Harry's hand, stopping herself as well. She turned around so that her ass faced him, manoeuvring herself into position. Harry understood immediately, leaning forward to lick out her pussy which was now positioned over his face. Hermoine leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth as her hands gently rolled his testicles in between her thumb and forefingers. Slowly she began to lick up and down his shaft until she began to get accustomed to his size, sucking voraciously at his head as her hands worked up and down his pole. Her saliva providing sufficient lubricant for her motions. Hermoine could feel herself close to cumming too Harry's tongue insatiable as it drove deeper and deeper within her, in time to Hermoine's thrusting hips. Like a greedy dog he lapped her up, guiding his tongue into her time and time again.

Hermoine was the first to cum, arching her back as she felt herself orgasm, the pleasure becoming too unbearable as it swept through her body as her hips continued to gyrate against Harry's ravenous tongue. Her screams of pleasure echoing throughout the empty room.

Hermoine went back to Harry's cock, sucking on it greedily, whilst continuing to work her hand up and down his long shaft. Her other hand massaging his balls. Harry began to buck against her, his moans of pleasure growing louder as she felt his balls quiver then contract. She knew what was going to happen next as she instinctively pulled down on his balls rubbing hard as she deep throated his cock. As he orgasmed, sending shot after shot of hot jism down her throat. There was so much of it as Hermoine greedily took it all in, swallowing it down as he continued to spasm against her til there was none left. Even then he continued to buck against her mouth although much slower. A small trickle of his cum escaped her mouth as it trickled down her chin. Hermoine instinctively sucked on it absently with her finger.
Hermoine continued to suck on his cock until she felt him go limp. Releasing him she turned around, curling up against his muscular frame, face to face, the roaring fire in the background and Harry's breathing deepening the last things she heard as she drifted off into a light dreamless sleep, exhausted yet content.

Hermoine woke up to the sound of Harry's voice, for a minute she thought that she was still in the other world until she heard exactly what he comprehended.

"WHAT!?! Your still in bed? Come on get up! I don't want to be late for professor Snape's class again, that man is a nightmare enough without giving him an excuse for getting me into trouble, not that he needs one most of the time to pick on me..."

Hermoine jumped up out of bed in an instant, had she slept through her alarm? Or had she just forgotten about setting it? Last night was so hazy yet so real. Had all of that really happened? It was almost surreal.

"Hey whats that on your neck?" Harry said walking over to her, brushing aside her thick brown hair.

"Huh? What?" Hermoine replied, her head still fuzzy from sleep.

"It's a- no it can't be- yes it is! It's a... a Hicky! Whoa! Where have you been you naughty girl? U do know its Hogwart's policy not to leave your dorm room at night you know. So who was it? Do I know him?" Harry said interrogating her.

"What!?! Oh crap!" Hermoine said running up to her full length mirror to inspect if what Harry said was true. True to his word there on her neck was a sizable hicky, dark and bruised in comparison to the rest of her neck. Hermoine began to furiously dab foundation on it, covering it up somewhat, thankfully her hair covered it quite adequately.

"So who is this lucky fella? Do I know him? ..... is he better looking than me, as if that's even possible!" Harry said, continuing to cross examine Hermoine.

Hermoine turned around and bit back an angry retort, but smiled slyly instead replying.

"Why as a matter of fact you do know this 'mysterious fella' as you so eloquently put it, you know him BETTER than anyone else that graced the halls of Hogwarts, even better than Dumbledore! (who by reputation knew everybody more than they knew themselves some of the time) AND if you must know, he was a lot better looking than you, close but I think he takes the cake." Ending her cryptic sentence there, walking away from Harry, her mouth barely able to hold back the gigantic grin on her face. Harry stood there dumbfounded before shaking his head as if in confusion, sauntering after Hermoine silently this time, but sulkily. Hermoine smiled to herself, I mean its not like I lied to him....