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“Hermione – we can come back with Ron, or Ginny, and –”

“It’s just a ritual, Harry,” reasoned the young witch, trying to stop her voice from shaking. With excitement, or fear, she couldn’t tell. “We can’t ask anyone else to do this – and the sooner we deal with this the better. Look.” She ran her finger past figures penetrating each other in ways Hermione hadn’t even imagined, until she found the least offensive one. “I’ll suck your cock.”

“No way!” protested Harry, pulling his robes over to cover his trousers. “I’d rather eat you out. Surely that’s on there!”

“Maybe,” shrugged Hermione. “But it might be dependent on quality, and I bet I can give you better oral than you can give me.”

“I… No! …Why would you say that?” Harry’s face was flushed bright pink.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Harry. It’s just a blowjob. Let’s get it over with, and this will all be done by morning, and we can forget about it.”

“I… fine,” conceded a flummoxed Harry. “But I can’t just –”

Hermione smothered his lips with hers, kissing him passionately. Her friend took only a moment to start kissing back, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her close to him.

She finally pulled back for a second. “ – get hard?” She suggested, smiling devilishly at him. Then she pushed her mouth back onto his, and grasped his body as tightly as possible, wrapping a leg around his waist. She instantly felt something hardening beneath Harry’s robes, slowly pushing against her groin. Grinning into the kiss, Hermione pushed her tongue into his mouth, exploring it with vigor. He had a much more enjoyable mouth than Ron, or even Victor – soft lips, and a mouth than was moist but not wet. And he knew how to use it. She could have kissed this man all day.

“Mione… I think I’m ready,” croaked Harry.

With some ****, Hermione peeled herself off his body, and knelt in front of him.

Harry looked down at his beautiful friend, her lips glistening and slightly parted, as she waited for his cock. His mind was in utter turmoil, animal instinct fighting lifelong inhibitions. Barely in control of himself, he watched himself pull down his trousers, then his underwear, allowing his dick to spring free. Hermione’s eyes rapidly focused on it, her hands wrapping around it as she leaned in.

“Hermione, are you sure –” Harry tailed off as she slid her lips over his head. He gasped as she expertly flicked her tongue over his sensitive skin, sucking him like a lollipop. Slowly, she took more and more of him into her wet mouth, licking every inch of skin in smooth, sensual curves. Finally, she sank right down to his base, his shaft right on the edge of triggering her gag reflex, so she almost hiccoughed onto him. Then, just as Harry was adjusting to the hot moistness of her mouth, she began to pull back, sucking hard as she did so. The wizard tried to hold himself still as waves of pleasure washed over him, Hermione’s tongue doing wondrous things down there, her eyes closed as she lost herself in her actions. Harry noticed one of her hands reaching beneath her robes to start rubbing somewhere out of sight. As the minutes passed, his best friend continued to blow him with a passion that rivalled Ginny’s, but Hermione had ten times her skill. Eventually the brunette switched rhythm, bobbing rapidly up and down his length, soft lips sliding easily along his lubricated shaft. Harry couldn’t help but push back, nestling his hands deep within her voluminous hair, and rocking his hips in time with her motions.

Before long Hermione became impatient. She clasped his bum with both hands and face-fucked herself as hard as possible. Feeling himself getting close, Harry took over, grasping her head and thrusting deep into her mouth. Hermione moaned unintelligibly around his thick flagpole, staring up at him with wide brown eyes.

“I’m ready,” gasped Harry.

Hermione pulled back, releasing his cock with an audible pop. “Ejaculate in the receptacle.”

“What?”

“The door,” nodded Hermione. Harry looked, frantically rubbing his dick, and saw that whilst she had been blowing him, an opening had appeared, at the perfect height for him. With a growl, he came, sending two good spurts of semen into the receptacle before petering out. Ginny never left him with much juice to spare.

A series of clicks began, somewhere deep inside the door. The witch and wizard watched, captivated, as the top of the door glowed with purple light. The magical engravements of the door whisked themselves out of sight, until only a plain grey slab remained, which sank into the floor with a grating of stone on stone. Beyond was a corridor, pitch black beyond a few metres.

With a start, Harry realised he still had his trousers down, and hurriedly pulled them up, not daring to look at his friend.

“We shouldn’t have done that, Hermione.”

“Oh, I… we were just doing what was necessary,” mumbled the young woman.

“You know you said sexual dark magic corrupts…”

“That’s why I chose the least intimate coupling,” persisted Hermione. “And I don’t see why you are embarrassed by this. You have a very… a very nice wand under your robes, Harry.”

“Come on.” Harry put a foot inside the doorway. “Let’s get this over with, before…”

He chose not to finish that thought, cautiously advancing down the corridor. As they advanced, magenta flames sprung to life in alcoves in the walls, producing a dim light to guide their way.

“Protego maxima,” cast Hermione, in preparation for any dark magic.

Harry tried not to think about Hermione, and what the gorgeous witch had just done with him, and instead focus on Ginny, filling his head with images of her. It worked – mostly.