She cannot take it anymore!

Hermione spent the rest of the day with her thoughts drifting off to one thing over and over again. That feeling. That feeling she had when she was throwing herself up and down on Harrys fingers in her ass. She had been fighting with herself all day long. She had been telling herself she did not want this. But deep down, she knew it was a lie. She could tell herself all she liked, she knew she needed it. Needed to try it at least once: Just to see how it felt.

This whole thing distracted her so much all afternoon... At some point, she was barely even aware of her surroundings anymore. She did not process a word of what Prof. McGonagall said. She had no idea what Flitwick had droned on about all lesson long.

Even when Ron took her aside between classes to make out, she was not really in it with her heart. Yes, sure it felt nice kissing him. It is not like she suddenly did not love him anymore. When Ron said "We have got a few minutes before the next class. You want to, well you know?" Hermione agreed much more eagerly than usual. Ron gave her a strange look, but he also looked happy about her enthusiasm.

Hermione had thought that if Ron could fuck her real good, it would make the urge go away. But no. It is not that he was bad or something. He made her cum quite well actually. Still, when ROn turned her around and stood behind her, she could not help but be disappointed, as she felt his cock slide into her pussy.

If anything, this had only made her longing worse. She had played with the thought of just telling Ron, just asking him for it. Maybe he would be thrilled about it, who knows? But no. No she couldn't. There is just something about getting fucked in the ass that was dirty. Rotten. Slutty. Not something you do to a loved one. And more importantly, not something she wanted her boyfriend to do to her.

At least she thought so. It is not like she ever actually tried it, Hermione reminded herself. Ron did not seem to notice anything unusual though, as fr as she could tell. He was just happy to be making out with her and having a little quickie between lessons. But Hermione knew that there was only one thing she could do to make this all stop.

Or would it? What if it was as good as she hoped? Or even better? Would she be feeling this disoriented all the time then? Always on the lookout for her next fix of anal sex? No, Hermione, you are getting ahead of yourself!

After all these thoughts racing through her head all day long, she was incredibly disappointed when she did not see Harry at dinner. She tried to hide it, but she was in a sour mood. Even Ron noticed it at some point. She barely noticed, when Ron put his arm around her and softly fondled her breasts. Maybe that was his way of cheering her up? It may even have worked under different circumstances. But not today.

Hermione dropped hints, that she wanted to finish off some homework tonight. Plausible enough, she thought. And Ron seemed to buy into this just fine. On any other day, it might have stung her a bit to see him rush to the Ravenclaw table and bury his cock in Penelope Clearwaters face so quickly bu t tonight it gave her the perfect excuse to go up to Gryffindor tower. No, RUN up there.

Harry had to be there. He just HAD to! This had to end now!