Laying more groundwork

Hi there, reader. I have not been working on this story for over a year, but I decided to pick it up again. I hope for more than just a chapter, we will see :) have fun reading!

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Harry had been generous enough to have Cho make the rounds between all of his classmates, even several times when one of them was not done after the first time. When the class was over Cho was on her back, blankly starting up at the ceiling with cum bubbling out of every hole. Wow, he may have overdone it a little bit, Harry thought, even for Cho's standards.

Or maybe not? When he left the classroom and took a last glance back, he saw a manic smile on his toys face. That girl really was a whole different level of whore it seemed. Or maybe this session just now had broken her mind one and for all. Anyway, that was a question for another time.

On their way to the next lesson, they came across Hermione. After her and Ron kissed and hugged each other, professor Flitwick's squeaky voice interrupted them.

"Mr. Weasley, a word." He said, not exactly angry but in a strict tone. As he began to criticize Ron's substandard essay he have in last week, Harry stepped up to Hermione. This was just the distraction he had needed. His hand was under her robes in a flash. "Poor Ron. I mean he could cut him some slack right? It is hard to concentrate these days after all." Harry began a casual conversation while prodding Hermione's asshole without hesitation.

A sharp gasp and a few deep breaths to calm her down later, Hermione demand "What do you think you are doing there?" in an agitated whisper. Harry giggled silently. "What's the matter? Do you not like it?" He prodded a little bit deeper. Hermione moaned ever so sightly. "Or are you just afraid that Ron will notice?" Harry continued.

Hermione glared at him, but she made no effort to step away from him either. " For your information, I..." But in that moment Harry suddenly pushed his thumb quite a bit deeper into her ass. Hermione squealed not exactly loud but definitely audible to everyone around.

Harry had already pulled his hand away when the heads turned to her. "Miss Granger, I an trying to have a conversation over here." Flitwick said. Hermione flushed a deep red and said mechanically "I an sorry sir. I ein leave for my next class now." She turned on her heels glared at Harry and ran off without another word.

She was angry, no question. But it was also undeniable that his thumb in her ass made her squeal with pleasure. Harry grinned. Soon he would have her convinced.

When it was time for lunch, Harry arrived a bit ahead of Ron, who was really mad Scott Flitwick's comments, had had a bad lesson after that and needed to blow off some steam. That is to say, he dragged a snobby looking Slytherin girl aside and violently took her without mercy.

Harry went on ahead. He hoped for another opportunity. He found Hermione already at the lunch table. Or, to be more precise, bent over the lunch table, a Ravenclaw boy just waking away from her. Harry sat down next to her. "Was he any good?" He asked casually as Hermione gut back down and sat on the bench.

"No, Harry, he was not. The only good thing about him was that he was at least done quickly." She tried to say it with her usual dignity but the messy hair and cum stains on her robes undermined that somehow.

"So what I am hearing there is that he did not make you cum?" She started at him. Even with all that happened, they did not usually stay that openly about these things. Maybe during sex, but not just like that at lunch.

"He... No " she simply stated. "Too bad" Harry replied and put a hand under her robes, on the small of her back. Right away, instinctively one might say, her weight shifted to give his hand access to her ass.

Harry grinned widely. "What are you doing there?" He asked her. Hermione's head turned to him, a half confused, half angry look on her face. "I... I just thought.... Oh come on Harry, I just..." It looked too Harry as if she had just caught herself offering her ass to him. It looked like she was pondering the meaning of that.

Harry wanted to drive the point home. He moved his hand down, he just barely touched the rim of her asshole, eliciting a very interesting look, when Ron walked in and he had to pull away again.

While Ron walked over to them, looking mich more relaxed now, Hermione shot Harry a pondering look. Oh yes, he was in her head. On her head for now, later, he hoped, on her ass.