Her first surprise

The next morning, Hermione awoke in her own bed. She barely remembered coming back here after being more thoroughly fucked than ever before in her life. She could not help but smile as she thought back on last night. She had to admit, she was looking forward to the first day of their new arrangement. Would they go for it right away? They surely would, right? And which one of them would do it first?

Hermione found the new standard uniform next to her bed this morning. It seems like the special outfits were only every now and then. Strange really. Today was the first Quidditch game, right? Would it not have been appropriate to have the cheerleading outfits today? Who was in charge of these outfits anyway? Probably some wizard who had no idea what a cheerleading outfit was and made no connection to sports. Anyway, she did not really mind either way.

Hermione spent an uneventful breakfast, alone by herself. Well not alone of course, the great hall was full of people, but neither Ron nor Harry were there. Probably they were somewhere with the rest of the Gryffindor team, preparing for the match. Hermione found, that she was watching the various naughty happenings all around her with much less scorn and much more enthusiasm today. Maybe even a bit of envy. She was not ready to fully admit it to herself yet, but somehow she had thought at least one of her friends would rush to her first thing in the morning.

She decided to make use of her time though. As Hermione got back up to Gryffindor tower, only being moderately groped at her ass by some Hufflepuff guy, she went straight up to her dorm room and opened her transfigurations book. Some time later, the one book had turned into a whole stack of them. As Hermione was sitting on the bed she thought she heard a sudden noise. No, it was nothing, right? At least it did not come again. But then, a moment later, she felt something on her shoulder.

Her head spun around to see.. nothing. Was she going crazy? She looked a bit to her left and a bit to her right. Still nothing. Just as Hermione was about to turn back, she gave a sudden sharp gasp. Out of nowhere, a floating cock appeared in front of her face. After the initial surprise, she put two and two together. "Is that you , Harry?"

Noone answered. Hermiones eyes shot to the door. If this really was Harry, anyone could come in here anytime, right? They could get caught. And she would be exposed. But somehow, Hermione found this thought rather thrilling. Surprisingly herself, she mumbled, "Fuck, this is so hot!!" She really did hope that this was Harry. But who else would it be than Harry in his cloak? Screw this, she thought. Getting caught was a risk she knew she would have to face. Without another word, she put her books aside and let herself fall backward. Her legs spread wide before she even thought about it.

Harry, or whoever it was, did not need any more of an invitation. The floating cock was between her legs and inside of her at once. In and out it went and made Hermione moan in delight. This was just what she had imagined! Spontaneous. Hot. Intense. She looked up at where she suspected Harrys head to be. After her eyes rolled back from a few harder deeper thrusts, she noticed that the cloak began to slip. She could see half of Harrys grinning face.

Hermione closed her legs around him, she was pulling him in deeper while her hands clawed into the sheets, her eyes fluttering back, half closed and then wide open again. This was different than last night. Last night they took their time with her. Wich had been great. But this.. This was INTENSE! She could feel that Harry gave it his all. And even though it was not a long time, she was already cumming.

And so was Harry, she noticed by the warm load pouring inside of her suddenly. But just as Harry filled her, Hermiones head jerked up. "Was that a noise? Harry someone is coming!" The thought alone sent tingles down her spine. Quickly, Harry pulled out of her and pulled his cloak over himself again. Seconds later, Lavender entered the door. She ust have walked a hands breadth beside the invisible Harry.

"Uhmm.... what are you doing there, Hermione?" Lavender asked with a smile on her face. Damn it, Hermione thought. She was on her back, legs spread, her pussy probably still gaping. How would she get out of this one? "I was.. ermm.. studying," she said lamely, pointing to the stack of books next to her. But Lavender just laughed. "Hey it's none of my business. Out anything inside yourself that you like, but I don't really understand why you don't just go downstairs and get some help with that"

Well... as humiliating as this situation was, at least Lavender did not think that Harry or Ron had been here.