They don't really have a choice

Maybe you’re right,” said Hermione, clenching and unclenching her hands. “Maybe there is another way.”

“I know, but – I can’t think what.” Harry sat and watched his friend pace back and forth, words punctuated by Heather’s loud, erotic moans from the other side of the room. He was in a split mind over the situation – and he was beginning to suspect the same of Hermione. On one hand, how could he ask Hermione to do this? Could it taint their friendship forever? And what would Ron think? But on the other… something inside him wanted to fuck Hermione. He wanted it badly. And not just for the raw pleasure – he wanted to know that she was his, and that he could give himself to her. Maybe the room – and Heather’s portrait – were getting to him.

“Okay,” said Hermione, with finality. “We’ll – we’ll do it.”

“Okay,” replied Harry, still unsure what to think.

“Sexual arousal builds from anticipation,” continued Hermione, already short of breath, removing her shoes. “So I’ll tell you what I’m about to do, Harry. I’m going to kiss you, long and passionately, and feel every part of your body. Then I’m going to take your clothes off one piece at a time, and kiss every part of your body as it’s revealed. And then I’m going to bend over this bed…” her voice caught, “and let you fuck me.”

“You’re beautiful, Hermione,” said Harry honestly. “You’re truly brilliant. And if we’re going to do this, I’m bloody well going to make sure you enjoy it.”

Hermione sat next to Harry on the bed. Her neck was flushed a deep pink, and she subconsciously moistened her lips. She leaned close to Harry – then hesitated. For what seemed like an age, the two friends were less than a pixie’s wing from one another, their breath hot on the other’s face, each searching the other’s eyes. Then Hermione closed her eyes and kissed him. It started tenderly, a gentle caress of lips. Harry’s hands rested on Hermione’s hips, as he felt the touch of her fingers on his cheeks. Slowly, the kiss grew, and as their mouths opened to one another, Harry’s tongue ventured forwards to explore the new territory. Never breaking their lip-lock, Hermione slowly turned over, until she was resting on her knees, straddling the man she was kissing. He slipped his hands under Hermione’s robes, sliding them up her soft, smooth back, feeling the curve of her spine, the strength in her shoulder blades, worshipping her body. Hermione took Harry’s head in her hands and pressed her mouth to his like he was the last man on Earth. For once, she didn’t want to think things through. She didn’t want to be smart and sensible. She just wanted Harry.

Hermione finally broke the kiss, each of them gasping for breath, but the witch immediately seized Harry’s robes and began to throw them off him. Struggling with his tie, she drew her wand and cast a vanishing charm, freeing his neck. Hermione’s hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt, frantically undoing them until she could pull it off him. A button she had missed flew off as she tore off the thin fabric, revealing Harry’s lean torso.

“Oh, fuck me!” came a groan from across the room. Harry turned to find Heather watching them lustfully, three fingers diving in and out of her sodden pussy.

He pointed his wand. “Obscuro.” A painted blindfold suddenly wrapped itself over the woman’s blue eyes.

“Aw,” pouted Heather.

It’s working, Harry just had time to think, before Hermione kissed him again. Merlin, the witch could kiss. As her hands explored his abdomen, he began to undress her in turn. Feeling what he was doing, Hermione stopped to help him. Breathlessly, they removed her robe, sweater, tie and shirt, to reveal Hermione’s taut stomach, and boobs fully covered by a plain white bra. Harry reached behind her to tap his wand against the garment’s strap, causing it to instantly split in two.

He looked back to Hermione, who smiled nervously at him. Slowly, she lowered her hands, letting the bra fall to the floor. Her creamy breasts were small, but perky, tipped with adorable little areolas and smooth pink nipples.

Harry didn’t hesitate, leaning Hermione back so he could worship her tits with his mouth. He sucked on one, then the other, swirling his tongue around her flawless nipples, running his teeth over her skin.

As he tended to her, Hermione cast back her head, occasionally letting out little whimpers of pleasure. She could have stayed like that all day, but some irritating part of her reminded her that they needed more than foreplay; at some point, they needed to fuck. She needed to fuck.

Hermione pulled herself upright, and Harry met her with a deep kiss. Hermione slowly pushed him backwards, until he was lying on the bed, with a beautiful young woman straddling his hips, kissing him lovingly. He ran his hands down her bared torso until they came to her hips: smoothly, he slid her skirt off her, feeling her soft thighs under his fingers. Hermione kicked the garment off the rest of the way, adding to the pile on the floor. Now she knelt over him, wearing only white knickers and long grey stockings, which stopped halfway up her creamy thighs. Leaning down, she gave him a few quick kisses, before turning to his trousers. Her frantic fingers struggled with the button, and her impatience got the best of her. A wave of her wand, and his trousers vanished.

For a beat, neither moved, knowing they were about to cross the point of no return.