The library... sort of

The two lovers, still nude, crept down the corridors under the invisibility cloak. They were much taller now than seven years ago, when they had first used it, and Harry’s dick kept slapping against the top of Hermione’s bum, making it hard for them to keep their concentration. Eventually, however, they made it to the darkened library.

Harry threw off the cloak, seized Hermione, and started kissing her passionately. Hermione hooked a leg over his hip, pushing her moist nether lips against his torso as her hands caressed his back.

“In here,” said Hermione, breaking the kiss and nodding to the restricted section.

Harry reached down, and pulled his wand from its storing-place deep in Hermione’s pussy. “Alohamora!”

The strength of the spell smashed through the protective enchantments that had been added, and knocked the doors wide open. Grinning savagely, Hermione led him through the bookshelves, to tap her wand against four in particular. Harry wrapped an arm around her, and watched with amazement as the bookshelves split in two, to reveal an ornate door carved from the stone wall.

“I think it’s a chamber of sexual magic,” explained Hermione. Harry leant in close, to see that the decorations were in fact tiny moving depictions of men, women and human-like beasts engaged in graphic coitus. “I couldn’t unlock the door before – but I think I’ve found the key.”

“Which is?” asked Harry, with a smile.

“You,” smirked the witch, turning to him and kissing him closely, running her hands everywhere they could reach. Harry kissed her back, but he hungered for more. Lifting her by the hips, he slammed her back-down onto a desk. Hermione laughed manically, squeezing her breasts and moaning in anticipation.

Harry rammed into her pussy, sinking balls-deep with one stroke, causing Hermione to cry out. He briefly looked to her, anxious, but seeing the pleasure writ across her face, his worries were swept aside. After a couple of warm-up strokes, he was hammering Hermione for all he was worth. Before, they had been realising their love for one another; now, they were consumed by animal lust. Hermione’s creamy legs wrapped around his waist, mindlessly pulling him deeper into her, as her first orgasm sent shudders through her body. Harry was lost in her hot, tight pussy, **** to fuck her harder, harder, harder… He didn’t know if it was seconds or hours before he finally came, spurting into her slick depths, Hermione’s vagina squeezing every last drop from him as she came simultaneously.

Harry leant over and kissed her, each **** for the other’s lips as they recovered.

“I always wanted to fuck in the library,” panted Hermione. Her hair had become a wild, tangled mess over the course of the night, but Harry thought she looked more beautiful than ever.

“Look,” pointed the witch. To Harry’s surprise, whilst they had been fucking the door had disappeared, revealing a dark passageway behind it.