Losing control in Herbology

Hermione was glad to have her first lessons of the day without Ron and Harry. She could not take any more of this tension. Well, not without it ending in... well. This way she was able to concentrate on the lessons much better at the very least. Or so she thought.

All through ancient runes, she kept distracting herself with unbidden images of Harrys hands all over her ass. Of his thumb slowly pushing more and more inside of.. No, focus! Yes. Yes, this was better, Hermione was able to keep her focus on the lesson. On the runes, nothing else.

Actually, it might have worked a bit too well. She was so focused on her parchment, that she only noticed Ernie MacMillans dick when it was already balls deep in her throat. Even though Ernie awoke not much of anything inside her on his own, the images of Harry came back now. Ernie quickly dumped his load inside of her, but even after that, Hermione was unable to focus once more.

She never noticed before, how many of these runes resembled various naughty shapes, a lot of different sexual poses, and so on. Or maybe it was just her own mind that was going down a certain path right now...

Her next lesson would be Herbology. Her next lesson would be outside in the greenhouses, with Harry and Ron! She was afraid to go, but at the same time, nothing could have kept her from going there. She wanted to see Ron again. But an even bigger part of her wanted to see Harry again right now. Well, not so much see him really. For what she wanted him to do, he had to be behind her after all...

No, Hermione, focus! She told herself again and again on her way outside that first of all, this was a lesson and she would pay attention. And even if she did not, RON would be the one distracting her, no one else. When she arrived at the Greenhouses, both of them were already there. Ron and she hugged and kissed. Ron even put his hands on her butt, but in his case, this did not send the familiar shiver down her spine she felt every time Harry did this. She knew, Ron would never dare anything like that.

After a bit, Hermione stole a glance at Harry on her other side. She wanted to wipe the smug expression off his face so badly! But still, there was nothing she could do about it. She knew it. He knew it. And as soon as Ron turned his attention elsewhere for a moment, Hermiones legs spread apart a little and she leaned a slight bit forward. There was no question if she wanted to do this or not. Her body demanded her to do this.

Harry left her hanging for a while though. Hermione turned over to him, glaring at his smug face for having the audacity to do this to her and now not even follow through. But just as she fixed him with an angry look, his finger slipped quickly between her cheeks, right into her eager asshole. No prodding to start with, like before just straight inside. She could not keep her mean look up for more than half a second when she felt his finger inside of her.

Harrys finger was slow, but that did not make it any less effective. Hermione had to muster every ounce of restraint not to burst out into groans as he fingered her asshole. Not fast, not even very deep but it drove her mad anyway. And when Ron turned back to her a bit later and Harrys hand vanished she felt so damn frustrated, so very very horny...

Hermione was vaguely aware of agreeing to do something with Ron later tonight. She could not for the life of her remember what exactly is was he suggested. And right now, she could not care less. And then, something happened that both made her angry but also was a dream come true. There was no doubt, that Ron was staring right at Lavenders, in her opinion vulgarly big, ass. Why did it have to be Lavender of all people...

Still, Hermione whispered in his ear "Ron, we talked about this. You don't have to hold back, you know that, right?" And Ron turned to her, kissed her, and said "You are the best, really!"

For a split second, she was about to stop him, to hold him back, to tell him it would break her heart a bit to see him doing whatever it was he planned to Lavender, but that thought was quickly out of the window when she felt Harrys finger inside of her ass once more. With Ron groping a surprised Lavender from behind, Hermione saw no reason to hold back her gasping groan this time.

Harry fingered her ass slowly but a little deeper than before. For the first time, Hermione was no longer debating with herself whether she wanted this or not. She wanted this. She wanted this bad! But still, what if Ron would.... but no. She just saw how Ron, facing away from her and Harry, was crouching over Lavender, taking her from behind. That was it!

A tad angry at Ron, even though she sent him there, and undescribably horny herself, Hermione turned her head to give Harry a short look as if to say 'yeah yeah, you won you jerk!' and then she started. She reached out to grab onto the edge of the table in front of her and squatted down on Harrys hand. Her sudden movement made his finger slip in deeper than ever before and Hermione let out a deep moan.

Shocked by this sudden pleasure, she stopped for a second, before she went on to squat up and down, up and down with increasing vigor. After a bit, Harry did not even move his hand anymore, he just held it in place for her to impale her ass on it over and over again. Hermione felt the orgasm building up inside of her. It was intense. It was different. It was so not the same as being fucked in her usual hole.

It even sounded different, Hermione realized as she shuddered and came with Harrys finger in her ass, coming in a much deeper tone than usual, not a high-pitched moan, more of a deep groaning, much more animalistic somehow.

When she got back up, Harry whispered in her ear "Glad you liked it. If you ever want to try the real thing, you know where to find me." Hermione stared at him. The real thing? Was he suggesting what she thought he was? Well of course. And it's not like she had not fantasized about it before. But still... The thought of Harry putting his.... oh wow, the mere thought made her legs weak. Or maybe it was the orgasm, still shaking her legs in its last waves...

Hermione watched Ron cumming all over Lavenders stupid face while she pondered whether or not, or rather when, to be completely honest, she would let Harry do this. No, she couldn't.. right? Or could she? Oh god, this had just felt so great though...