Harry is left inside Hermione through the whole class

In the time since you’ve started attending Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry you’ve seen some simply spectacular things. You’ve seen creatures that almost defy description. You’ve seen places that seem to laugh at what Muggles would consider the Laws of Physics. In short, you’ve seen sights that are capable of moving a grown man to tears due to their wondrous beauty and uniqueness. Now, wedged securely inside Hermione’s pussy, you briefly reflect that this is definitely NOT one of those times.

Man, you conclude, was never meant to see a woman’s cunt at the scale that you’re seeing it right now; and if you live 1000 years, you’ll never forget it. Gripped by the slick, pink walls; you can feel every move that your best friend makes as she hurries to class. Every step on the corridor’s hard stone floor seems to vibrate up through your entire body.

Still, that you could deal with if it weren’t for the heat. The inside of Hermione’s pussy is nothing less than sweltering. Sweat pours from your face; at least, you feel fairly certain that it’s sweat. Since you took up residence the walls have begun so seep more and more of a slick fluid with a musky scent that you are becoming all too familiar with. With your arms pinned at your side, you can’t even wipe it out of your eyes! You could shake your head, sure; assuming that you want to be at ground zero when Hermione has an orgasm. Yup, that would CERTAINLY help clear the fluid from your eyes.

The only bright point of the entire situation is that your feet are still sticking out just past Hermione’s increasingly swollen pussy lips. The brief whiffs of cool air almost make the entire experience tolerable… almost.

“Hermione!” you call somewhat pathetically. You don’t really expect her to hear you. She hasn’t heard you the other 38 times that you called; why would your luck suddenly change now. Harry Potter: the Boy that Lived, the Chosen One, Dumbledore’s Man, winner of the Goblet of Fire; powerless before the might of Hermione Granger’s cunt. This wouldn’t be quite as aggravating if you weren’t able to make out everything that Hermione says. Even Ron, who seems to still be trailing along behind Hermione, can speak in a normal voice and it reaches you while they can’t seem to hear a single sound that you make.

Still, as miserable as this whole experience is, you reflect that it could be worse. You glance into the void ahead of you as you consider this. Maybe just a few inches… maybe enough room to swallow you completely and never let you back into the light ever again. :::::gulp:::::

“Here we go,” you hear Ron announce as Hermione’s walking finally slows. You can almost feel your hopes wilt as you hear him. This is Ron’s customary grumble as you file into Potions Class. Great. Just… great. Some part of you had assumed that Hermione would head to one of the girl’s bathrooms before heading to class to release you. She certainly can’t WANT to have you there the whole time.

‘Too focused on school,’ you grumble to yourself. Hell, you’d even take Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom at this point! Well… maybe not Myrtle’s. Now you’ll have to sit through an entire class in the cooch of your best friend.

“Where the heck is Harry?” Ron asks in a slightly worried tone. “Nobody’s seen him since he went to the doctors with Dumbledore.” You grunt as the sound of your name makes the pulsing walls around you tighten and grip your harder; forcing more of the fluids over your face in the process.

“Oh,” says Hermione in a higher pitched tone than you’re used to, “he’s stimulating—UH! SECURE—NO! safe. That is… I’m sure he’s perfectly safe with Dumbledore, Ron.” A relatively long silence follows and you can just picture the look that Ron is giving Hermione.

“Mione,” he offers gently, “maybe you should switch to decaf, huh?” You grunt as the muscles grip you again. You feel the vibrations through your body that comes every time Hermione speaks; but her actual words are drowned out by your own scream as the walls suddenly grip you righter than ever and don’t let up. Desperately you gasp for breath as you fight to stay conscious. And just like that, you’ve seen the light and changed your mind. You love Hermione’s pussy. You adore Hermione’s pussy. You will sing operas about Hermione’s pussy if it’ll just loosen the fuck up a little!! As your limited vision begins to darken the pressure finally eases. You take a deep breath of the sweltering, humid air around you; relishing it as the freshest air ever.

What the hell had that been about?! The last time you’d felt her muscles clamp down that hard had been when you were still too large to fit much more than your arms inside of her. Had she really just had an orgasm right in Potions Class as she sat beside Ron?! You hadn’t even moved! No … it wasn’t an orgasm. You’d be breathing underwater at this point if she had; also, the pressure had been (and still was for the most part) constant. You wiggle your feet and confirm what you already suspect. They’re embraced by soft, warm flesh as well; though still considerably dryer than the rest of you. Hermione has sat down in class and crossed her legs over you. If you weren’t trapped before, you are now.

“Oh, don’t get all angry Mione,” you hear Ron groan as your breathing begins to return to normal, “I was only playin. You don’t have to get all huffy and red faced… and sweating… are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine,” Hermione snaps quickly, though there’s a huskiness to her voice now, “I was just thinking about something else, that’s all. Where is Professor Snape?”

“Dunno,” says Ron airily, “Not that I’m gonna complain none. So what are you thinking about then?”

“My pussy,” Hermione replies dreamily. Almost immediately you feel the fleshy walls around you tighten as Hermione realizes her slip. “Uh…”

“Really…” says Ron and you can almost hear the smile spreading on his face.

“No,” squeaks you keeper in panic, “I meant… uh… Harry. I’m thinking about Harry.”

“Harry,” Ron echoes dully and you realize immediately that Hermione has only made the mistake worse. His playful tone has completely vanished, replaced by the colder tone you’d gotten to know very well while you’d been competing in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Jealousy. “You’re sitting all flushed and fidgety and you’re thinking about… Harry?”

Not thinking the action through completely, you begin to twist your body back and forth. Your intent had been to get Hermione’s attention and hopefully wake her from whatever daydream was still muddling her thoughts. You half succeed as the walls grip you tighter than ever before. You freeze immediately; not that you could really move even if you wanted too. You feel the barest hint of a spasm work its way through her pussy before it dies away. You have just barely managed to avoid triggering an orgasm in your best friend.

“Yeeaaahh….” Hermione breathes around you, “uh…. That is, no.” You feel her take a deep breath as you do your best to avoid any movement at all. Even your breathing you keep short and shallow. “Not Harry, I meant you, Ron. I was thinking about you.” You breath the barest sigh of relief. Yes, technically you and Hermione are kind of lovers now; and you certainly want Hermione to go ahead and tell Ron. But not when she has to finish the sentence with: ‘and now let me pull your replacement out of my cunt.’

“Uh huh,” you hear Ron mumble; clearly unconvinced.

“Oh honestly Ronald,” you hear Hermione groan in annoyance now. “I just told you I was thinking about you. What do I have to do to convince you?” It’s a bluff, you realize. Despite what Hermione might say to Ron, you know the truth and you also are perfectly aware that Ron can’t demand much more than a kiss while they’re sitting in the back of Potions.

“I wanna touch you,” Ron says defiantly. Shit. Somehow you doubt that he means he wants to lightly caress her cheek.

“What?!” Hermione squeaks. You feel her body tilt as she leans closer to Ron. “Ron be serious,” she hisses in as loud a whisper as she can without other students hearing it, “we can’t do something like that in here!”

“That’s what I want, Mione,” Ron replies coolly, “unless you want to admit you were thinking about Harry.”

You don’t hear Hermione say anything and you can easily picture her staring at Ron with her mouth hanging open; completely at a loss for words. Still caught in her sweltering embrace you let out a sigh of defeat. Ron’s pushed Hermione into a corner. There’s nothing that can be done now. She’s going to have to come clean and admit that she was thinking about you and from there she’ll have to admit your new status in her life. You listen intently for Hermione to come to the same conclusion.

“Alright, go ahead,” Hermione says with a hint of irritation but also a grudging acceptance.

“No!” you scream into the darkness ahead of you. What the hell is she thinking?! You feel panic rising up inside you as the pressure that’s been there since she crossed her legs suddenly disappears as she makes herself more accessible to Ron. This can’t be happening! Where the hell is Snape when you need him?! For an instant you consider struggling deeper to avoid the hand that is most likely even now snaking it way under the up Hermione’s thigh towards you; but you realize that that will only serve to set Hermione off. You’re trapped!... more so!!

You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation as you feel something warm but rough brush against your feet. Ron’s fingers have found Hermione’s pussy.

“Oh… Ron…” you hear Hermione breath as his fingers begin to lightly caress her lips. You feel his hand brush against the bottom of your feet a couple of times before he finally seems to notice you. With a feeling of dread you feel a pair of strong fingers clamp down on your ankles. This is it. You’re about to be yanked, dripping wet, into the daylight for all the class to see. You can almost hear Malfoy’s taunts now.

“What’s that Mione?” Ron asks huskily as he wiggles you back and forth inside her slit as if Hermione wouldn’t be able to figure out what he’s talking about with doing so.

“It’s my new toy,” Hermione coos back without a moment’s hesitation. While it’s hardly your greatest concern at the moment; did she really have to sound that convincing? If you didn’t know better, you’d truly believe that that’s exactly how she sees you!

“Really…” breaths Ron triumphantly. Oh no. That was not a good tone for you. No, this isn’t happening. Ron won’t do it. Hermione won’t allow it! She won’t allow Ron to do what you already know he’s thinking about doing! Will she?!

Is Hermione really going to allow Ron to fuck her with you, her ‘toy’, while they sit huddled in the back of Potion’s Class?!