Hermione Granger pushed a bushy tousle of hair out of her eyes, a few strands stuck to the thin layer of sweat that covered her. Sifting through the rubble of her room had been an arduous (and emotional) task, but she was determined to have her books before she departed Hogwarts for the last time.
A few sobs could be heard in the hall, students were still counting the dead from the recent attack by Voldemort.
She tossed aside debris and sheetrock, finding "Madame Snickersticks Recipes for Yummy Potions" and added it to her dusty pile of her retrieved collection.
Harry had looked so brave when he laid low the Dark Wizard. So brave, so confident, so....sexy.
She absently touched her thigh, then clearing her throat she fixed her skirt and began digging.
She had never thought of Harry as anything more than a friend, but....
The look of ferocity in those green eyes, the firm sinew of his forearm gripping the wand, that cute little scar.
Heat bloomed in her belly.
The whole battle had left her shaken, drained, and raw.
She felt vulnerable. Too much sensory input and noise and screams of death.
If Ron were to happen by, she may just give him that secret thing he had been whispering for during those late personal interludes.
She remembered his ginger cheeks, red as fire, as her hand had once accidentally brushed the front of his robes, finding his turgid member at full attention, throbbing for HER.
She shook her head. It was wrong to have these thoughts while poor Remus and countless others were not yet below the ground.
It felt dirty.
But she liked it.
Her nipples ached. She massaged them in slow circles with her eyes closed, riding a warm wave of pleasure.
"Er...Hermione?"
She jumped.
Harry stood in the doorway behind her. How much had he seen?
"Oh, hi Harry." she croaked, quite embarrassed.
"Er..do you need any help?"
She gasped. "With what?"
"Finding your books. That's what your doing, right?" He smiled. So cute.
His fine brown hair fell over his scar playfully.
"Oh sure, Harry. Sorry for the..um, mess."
"It's understandable. We WERE just ambushed by an army of Deatheaters. I won't hold it against you."
Hold what against me?, she thought, fighting away the urge to speak it aloud.
He began sifting through the rubble. Good old Harry.
Handsome Harry.
Strong Harry.
Helpful Harry.
Maybe he could help her with a particular itch that had been plaguing her since puberty.
She wiped away sweat and hiked her skirt, revealing a few more inches of bare ivory skin, firm and flawless.
She heard Harry pull in a breath. She smiled.
They worked in silence.
She bent over quite unlady-like a few times.
She was teasing him, a skill she had not had the inclination to develop, but now that she was trying it, it felt exhilarating.
"So, where is Ron?" he asked, voice cracking.
"Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe with his family, since you know..."
Fred his brother had died. Or was it George?
She discreetly popped the top two buttons on her blouse, exposing a few scandalous inches of her undershirt, and a heavenly glimpse of cleavage.
She wondered how long Harry would last until he ran from the room screaming, or ravaged her.
She peeked at him, catching his eyes on her plump ass. His glasses were steamed up and foggy.
She pushed onward with the escapade.
"So is Ginny with them also?"
"Er...probably so."
She found a pile closer to him, started digging, making sure he got a good angle of her budding bosom.
"You know Harry, this will be the last time we are ever together here at Hogwarts, before we move on with our lives."
"Um, yeah."
"On to new lives, new loves, new battles."
She stood, placing one dusty hand on his chest. He was so tall now. He was a man now.
He was breathing heavy, his scar seemed to glow in the dimness.
"It'd be a shame if we were to leave the school, where we've grown so much and shared so much..."
Her hand moved lower, caressing his hard belly.
"Um...Hermione?"
"...it would be such a shame if we moved on to our lives with our boyfriends and girlfriends without ever..."
He was shaking now, with fear or lust or both.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Pull it out."
He quickly put his hand in his robes, and came away with his long, stiff, wand.
He pointed it at the door and yelled "Reparo!"
It closed with a slam and locked tight.
He was possessed now, she saw in his eyes the rough pleasures to come. She had unlocked his inner lover, and it rushed out of him like a river.
He stepped back, pointed his wand at her body, exclaiming "Sectum Sempra!"
Her clothes fell away, every stitch.
Harry moved his eyes over every glorious inch of her, pausing at her glistening breasts, and a longer glance at her smooth crescent of love.
His lips were fierce, wet, and red.
He licked them, and continued his magical usurpation of her virginity.
