The potion overwhelms her

Groaning as her guts seemed to writhe within her, Hermione barely mustered the strength to cast a petrification charm at the black-haired boy – but he easily deflected it. Harry’s lust-filled face wavered before her eyes, filling her mind. As her mouth progressively dried, then tasted of strawberries, all she could think about was her best friend. With a final groan, something snapped into place in Hermione’s mind. She sat up, her body completely restored. Her mind was clear and sharp, filled with one single desire.

Their bodies crashed together, each **** to pull the other closer, as they kissed with a passion they never knew was possible. Harry’s hands clasped around Hermione’s waist, pulling her against his tented pants, whilst Hermione buried her fingers deep in Harry’s unruly hair, her lips hungrily pushing against his. Eventually they had to pull back for air, exhilarated by being so close to the other.

“I thought you weren’t interested,” gasped Hermione.

“I thought it was you who wasn’t interested,” countered Harry.

They kissed again, tongues dancing in uncontrolled frivolity. Harry’s hands slowly spread apart, one supporting her between her shoulder blades whilst the other gently held her bum. Beneath her many layers of clothing, he could feel her lithe body reacting to his touch like it was electricity. Hermione, meanwhile, was totally lost in the kiss, trying to express an outpouring of love solely through their mouths. How could she not have found the boy with the lightning scar attractive? He was courageous, intelligent, and downright hot. But after Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley, she had given up on ever catching his eye. Never before had she been grateful to Peeves the poltergeist.

Not breaking the kiss, Harry began to lift Hermione’s robes off her, but she stayed his hand. “Enscindate,” she pointed with her wand, and piece by piece her clothes lifted themselves off her, folded themselves, and stacked neatly in the corner. Harry watched, mesmerized, as the spell revealed her long, toned legs, then her slim abdomen, and finally the greatest prize of all. Her bra unclasped itself, revealing small but perky breasts topped with flawless pink areolas, and her pink panties slid themselves off her neatly trimmed brown bush. The only thing she was left wearing was her tights.

Harry could have admired her gorgeous body for days, but Hermione wasn’t in the mood to take her time. Pointing her wand at him, she cast the same spell, and Harry’s body was gradually revealed to her. Every part of him had been trimmed to a lean, muscular form during their year on the run, and Hermione seemed particularly enthralled by a hint of abs on his stomach. When his pants finally pulled themselves down, however, her eyes were irresistibly drawn to his thick, erect cock.

“Why did we never do this before?” whispered Hermione, mostly to herself, before throwing herself at the wizard. They rolled around the common room floor with no regard to the danger of being walked in on, their bodies utterly entangled, their thoughts entirely occupied by the desire to fuck the other. Harry couldn’t get enough of the girl’s body, his hands roving every inch of her soft skin, kneading her breasts, clutching her thighs, anything they could get hold of.

Hermione was of the same mindset – though the pulsing shaft she had first seen only moments earlier was rapidly becoming impossible to ignore. She wanted it in her, and she wanted it now.

“Fuck me, Harry,” the smartest witch of her age commanded. “Fuck me now, and don’t hold back.”

Harry growled, and did just that. Hermione gasped as he thrust deep inside her, his member filling her up more perfectly than she could have imagined. Harry took a shuddering breath: Merlin, she was tight! Slowly, he pushed the last few inches into her, until he bottomed out. He looked up to see Hermione grinning manically at him, her hazel eyes sparkling with exhilaration. Slowly pulling out, Harry made another thrust, and his soulmate let out a happy moan. As the wizard began to settle into a rhythm of thrusts, the two students’ mouths met once again, lips drawn to each other like magnets. They bucked like mating hippogriffs on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, legs entangling, bodies pressed as close together as physically possible. Finally, Harry felt he was ready.

“Do it,” gasped Hermione. “Cum in my hot, wet pussy with that beautiful cock of yours. Please, Harry. Cum for meeeEEEE!”

Harry exploded into his friend with eight years of pent-up desire, ribbon after ribbon spurting deep into her pussy. Hermione moaned loudly as her orgasm arrived, shuddering violently around the flagpole currently penetrating her nether region. It was the best orgasm either of them had ever had.

Rolling off his lover, Harry tried to catch his breath. “That was bloody brilliant, Hermione,” he panted, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I don’t know why I ever held back,” she grinned. “Thank you for giving me that potion, Harry. It was the second best thing you ever did for me.”

“The best being?”

“Fucking me like you just did.”

Harry smiled, and rolled over to meet Hermione for a loving kiss. He had lost so much over the past few years – but finally, he felt complete.

“Grab your invisibility cloak, and come with me,” Hermione giggled into his ear. “I know somewhere… fun we could spend the night."