The last walls between them fall

“We have to open ourselves to one another, Harry,” said Hermione, leaning close to his face.

Looking into her gorgeous brown eyes, he couldn’t resist. “I want you, Hermione.”

Their lips crashed together, hands exploring one another’s bodies – but it wasn’t enough. Hermione knelt up and slid down her underwear, revealing a neatly trimmed brunette bush, and the soft pink flower of her labia. Harry drew his wand, and vanished first her knickers, and then his own pants. His dick instantly swung upwards, hard and throbbing and **** for the pussy that was suspended above it.

Slowly, Hermione lowered herself onto the penis, gasping as it pushed between her nether lips, to slide deep into her wet vagina. As her bum finally touched his thighs, Harry’s breathing was ragged, his thoughts consumed by Hermione’s wondrous pussy. For a moment, they sat there, each lost in the fantastic wholeness of their joining.

“Fuck, Harry,” murmured Hermione. Slowly she lifted herself up, only to slowly lower again. The sensation of his cock pushing its way into her was just as pleasurable as the first. “Oh, fuck.”

As Hermione began to accelerate, repeatedly impaling herself on his manhood, Harry was unable to hold back the occasional groan. He couldn’t think about anything but the woman now bouncing on him, a visible wave passing through her petite breasts every time her thighs hit his.

Looking at the woman he now realised he loved most in the world, Harry couldn’t help but draw her close. As her breathless, flushed face drew near to his, Harry rolled them over, hooked his hands behind her shoulders, and looked to her with question.

“Yes,” panted Hermione.

Harry jerked his hips forwards, and slammed deep into Hermione, who let out a moan of pleasure. As he pulled back for another, Hermione wrapped her legs around him. He rammed her again, and again, and again, each time eliciting a wail or gasp from his lover. After a few more, he settled into a more regular rhythm, fucking Hermione like he had once imagined, the nineteen-year old clinging to him in the throes of pleasure. Their lips came together and they kissed desperately, holding nothing back as Harry jackhammered into her.

Finally Harry breathed, “I’m ready.”

Hermione’s eyes blinked open, and met his. A wild fire burnt behind them, a fire Harry had never seen before. “Do it,” she commanded. “Cum in me.”

“You’re so bloody hot, and so fucking wet,” he growled, upping the pace of his strokes. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Harry finally exploded, shooting his potion deep into Hermione’s cauldron, whose eyes fluttered, rolling back as her own orgasm was triggered. Harry shuddered as he ejected stream after stream, Hermione’s legs tightening around him, until finally they relaxed. Lying one atop the other, the two friends kissed tenderly.

“I love you, Hermione,” said Harry sincerely.

Hermione gazed up at him for a second. “I love you too, Harry.”

Again they kissed, holding each other as close as physically possible, until finally a giggle caught their attention.

“Well done!” squealed Heather, massaging her breasts on the other side of the room. “I knew you two were meant for one another.”

Harry looked back down to Hermione. “Well, we have access to sexual magic now.”

“What do you want to do with it?” she asked, a glint in her eye.