"Oh, fuck, Harry!" Emma squealed as she slammed down hard on his cock.
"Quiet!" Harry hushed her as he put his hand over her mouth. "Hermione's still in the back garden."
Lifting his head up as Emma continued to ride his cock, Harry peered out the back window to see Hermione standing in the middle of the garden. She was wearing a pretty yellow dress and carrying a pail of a magically-infused soil he had developed. It was a mild concoction that replicated the effects of the Herbivicus Charm on a much smaller scale. It would allow a more natural growth of a bed of roses so that muggles wouldn't get overly suspicious about the sudden appearance of them. Hermione suddenly turned towards the window, and Harry ducked his head just in time.
"Get down," Harry whispered to Emma, who seemed too lost in her lust to hear him properly.
So, Harry flipped his body forward, sending Emma onto her back with him on top of her. She screamed hard against his hand as his cock rammed deep into her tight, gushing pussy, but thankfully it was mostly muffled.
"Hermione's getting suspicious," Harry warned her.
"Let her be," Emma's muffled voice came out. Harry moved his hand from her mouth so that she could speak. "She's not around the house enough to figure out what's going on anyways. Besides, it's not like she's caught us yet."
Yet being the operative word, but Harry had to agree that Emma had a point. Given how much sex they'd been having, it was surprising that Hermione hadn't noticed anything wrong yet.
Harry still remembered the shock he'd gotten when his mum said that Emma was on the phone for him the day after they'd first hooked up together. It'd felt like his face was blushing red the whole walk over to the phone, but if his mum noticed anything was up, she didn't comment on it. Emma had invited him over again under the auspices of doing a little bit more work for her.
That had led to the two of them fucking like rabbits the entire afternoon until they were both too tired to move.
Ever since then, Emma had been inviting him over at least three times a week. She did her best to schedule Harry's visits whenever she knew that Hermione was going to be out of the house, but no plan was that foolproof. Hermione had popped back in several times now when Harry and Emma were in the middle of having sex. Thankfully, she hadn't seen anything directly, but Harry was sure that she must have heard her mother moaning more than once.
Emma's pussy clenched hard around Harry's cock. "Come on," she said encouragingly. "I'm still waiting for you to plant your seed in me."
Harry groaned and Emma giggled at her silly joke. On their fourth time together, he'd actually needed to get some gardening work done. He'd been in the middle of planting some strawberry seeds in a small section of the garden when Emma came up behind him and asked if he was ready to plant his seed in her next. Naturally, given Harry's horrified reaction, she'd refused to stop joking about it.
"You're lucky there's charms I can put on myself to stop me from getting anyone pregnant," Harry muttered as he rocked his hips against her.
Emma stretched her arms above her head, letting her perky breasts bounce freely as Harry started to move faster. "All the more reason for you to cum inside me then," she grinned at him. "Is that what you want? To cum in your best friend's mum's tight little pussy?"
Harry groaned and bucked forward hard into Emma. She giggled at his eagerness before letting out a smooth moan as his pelvis rubbed against her clit. Even after a few weeks of hooking up regularly, he'd yet to get used to Emma's dirty talk. It was incredible how she could turn him on so much with just the slightest phrase.
"You're gonna give me a heart attack one day," Harry groaned as he thrust into Emma again. She grinned up at him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and helped pull him into her the next time he thrust forward.
"You're too young for a heart attack," she replied dismissively. "But even if you did get one, is there a better way to go out than in the middle of sex?"
Harry snorted. "You're insatiable."
"I know," Emma winked. "And speaking of which, I'd like you to fuck my brains out please."
Never in his life had he expected Hermione's mum to be so slutty. He'd never seen this side of her until they'd started having sex, but now that they were, it was like Emma was doing everything and anything she could to please him.
Harry reached over to the side of the bed and snatched one of Emma's pillows. He lifted her arse off of the bed and slid the pillow beneath her hips. Emma was giving him a questioning look, but she'd long since learnt to trust in what Harry was doing in the bedroom.
A couple years ago when he, his mum, Sirius, and Remus had been on vacation, Harry had overheard Sirius bragging to Remus about how he did this with one of the women he'd met at the resort they'd been staying at. Apparently, it turned her into a screamer. Harry wasn't quite sure of the mechanics of it all, but he had never been one to doubt Sirius's escapades.
It took a second to adjust to the new angle; it felt like the tip of his cock was pressing up against the upper wall of Emma's pussy. Emma looked curious, glancing down at where their bodies met.
Harry pulled his hips back slowly, leaving just the tip inside of Emma's wet hole, and then he pushed forward again. He'd barely made it more than a few inches inside of Emma's pussy when he saw her eyes bug out and a loud moan escaped her lips.
"Shh," Harry shushed her, knowing that Hermione was still outside. Even so, the sound that she'd made excited him.
"I can't," Emma gasped. "That felt so good!"
Egged on by her reaction, Harry pulled his back and repeated the same shallow thrust. And once again, Emma moaned even louder than before.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed. She brought her hands down to cup her breasts, and her walls squeezed his shaft. "Keep going," she practically begged him.
"Only if you stay quiet," Harry told her.
Emma whined. "I can't."
If he kept this up, Hermione was surely going to find out. The first thought that crossed his mind was to put up a silencing charm, but he was worried that Hermione would notice the spell being cast. Magical energy had a way of permeating the air around spells, and it wasn't too difficult to sense it most of the time. That left him with only a few muggle methods to rely on.
Harry disengaged himself from Emma and strode over towards her dresser. He pulled out the top drawer and found just what he was looking for: a lacy, black thong. He bundled up the fabric in his hand and returned back to the bed where Emma was gently playing with her clit and her breasts.
"Here," Harry said as he climbed above her. "Open up."
Emma obeyed him easily, and he stuffed her balled-up thong into her mouth. Her eyes widened with excitement when she realised what he had done, and her ministrations on herself picked up speed.
"Try to stay as quiet as you can," Harry told her as he returned to his previous position. Her lower lips were so damp with her juices that he barely had to apply any pressure to slide his cock back inside of her. As soon as he hit that perfect spot inside of her pussy, Emma moaned again. The sound was muffled decently, but Harry decided to put his hand on top of her mouth for good measure.
The shallow thrusts Harry made didn't even let him get half of his cock into Emma's pussy, but the sounds she made and the way she writhed on the bed as she experienced her incredible pleasure more than made up for it. He pistoned his hips back and forth quickly, letting the tip of his cock hit the perfect spot inside of her over and over again. It still felt good for him, but the real treat was watching Emma.
In under a minute, she was sweating, screaming, and thrashing on the bed as her first orgasm hit her. Her pussy tried to clamp down on his cock, but he wasn't deep enough inside of her for it to have enough of an effect to stop him. He kept fucking her as she came, thankful that his sound-dampening measures were doing enough to stop her from alerting Hermione as to what they were doing.
By the time Emma came down from her first orgasm, she was already well on her way to her second. Her walls were perpetually trembling around Harry's cock as he continued to ravage her.
Watching this beautiful woman lose herself beneath him was simply breathtaking. What would his younger self, who spent plenty of time fantasising about Emma in her bikini, think if he could see himself now? It felt like a triumph to be able to do this.
"Fuck," Emma's muffled voice cried out. Harry lifted his hand slightly to reduce the muffling effect on her. "Harry, I want you to cum in me."
Even though her words were still somewhat muffled by the thong stuffed in her mouth, Harry was able to make out what she was saying. And what she said confused him. "Why?" He frowned. "Don't you want to keep feeling good?" If he finished now, he'd need at least a few minutes to recover before he could continue.
Emma gave a slight shake of her head. "It's not that," she replied. "It's nearly three."
Suddenly, Harry's head snapped around to look at the hanging clock on the wall. It was just under ten minutes until three o'clock. "Hermione's gonna kill me if I'm late."
Harry turned back to Emma. She was right, he needed to finish fast. And as nice as thrusting into Emma like this and watching her lose herself to her pleasure was, it wasn't going to get him off as fast as he needed. No, he'd need to go hard and fast now.
Emma's enticing smile was covered up by Harry's hand as he readied himself. He knew from experience just how much Emma loved it when he took on a more dominant role. The wet sounds of her pussy as Harry bottomed out inside of her only confirmed that. She moaned hard as he stretched her out. Harry just hoped that Hermione wouldn't overhear them as he pounded her mum's pussy.
Harry rammed his cock in and out of Emma's pussy at a breakneck speed. His quick but powerful thrusts were enough to make the bed frame creak beneath them. Emma's engorged pussy lips clung to his shaft, but they couldn't keep him still. He just kept pushing through the incredible tightness of her pussy as he fucked her, choosing instead to try to set a fast rhythm with the sounds of their skin slapping together.
Harry felt his cock throbbing in Emma's pussy as he pounded her. He was racing fast towards the edge, and it felt incredible. He grabbed onto one of Emma's breasts with his free hand and squeezed it hard, making Emma squeal against his other hand. Her moans were rising in pitch, signalling that she was close to the end too.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Harry moaned as he thrust himself as deep inside of her as he could go. He relished in the sensation of her walls writhing around his cock for just a moment before he pulled his hips back and returned to fucking her hard.
Emma's muffled reply wasn't entirely coherent with the whimpering moan that left her mouth at the same time. However, despite his best efforts to keep her quiet, her voice just seemed to be getting louder. Her cries of pleasure were escaping around the thong and Harry's hand. Somewhere in his mind, Harry knew that he should slow down and stop so that Hermione didn't overhear them, but he was too close to the edge to care.
Harry felt himself clench for just a second. "I'm about to cum," he warned her.
Suddenly, Emma's back arched off of the bed as she emitted the loudest scream yet. Her voice rose in pitch until it finally gave out right as her pussy started to spasm around Harry's cock. Harry slammed hard inside of Emma's pussy and felt his own orgasm hit. His cock twitched like mad inside of her as he fired rope after rope of his hot, sticky cum deep into her pussy.
"Mum?" Hermione's voice rang out from downstairs. "Are you okay?"
Harry and Emma had both heard her call, but they were both too breathless and lost in their pleasures to reply. It wasn't until Harry heard the telltale sound of the Granger's staircase creaking that he realised she was coming upstairs.
Harry pulled out of Emma suddenly, releasing one final spurt of cum that shot across her belly, and stumbled off towards the bathroom. "Throw on a robe," he hissed quietly at her. "Hermione's coming."
He barely managed to reach the bathroom and close the door when there was a knock at Emma's bedroom door.
"Mum?" Hermione's voice repeated.
There was a slight shuffling sound as Emma got up onto her unsteady feet. "Don't come in," she called back quickly. "I'm fine! I just got out of the shower and stubbed my toe. I don't think it's broken, but it hurts really bad."
Harry had to commend Emma on her lying skills for that quick response. He listened carefully as Emma rushed over to her closet and threw on a bathrobe to cover up her sweaty, naked body.
"I can check on it for you if you'd like," Hermione offered helpfully from the other side of Emma's bedroom door.
"No, I'm fine," Emma replied, sounding a bit less flustered now that she was clothed. "I'm just gonna get dressed and go get a bag of ice and rest my foot for a while. You should go get ready for Harry to come over."
"I'm already ready," Hermione huffed in annoyance. "And he's late, as usual."
"You know how men are," Emma laughed. "I'm sure that he's on his way."
"Yeah, maybe," Hermione muttered. "Well, do you need anything before I go? I can always pop around to the shops if you need—"
"No, thank you, sweetie," Emma interrupted. "I'll be fine, don't worry."
"Alright," Hermione replied after a moment's pause. "I'll see you later for supper then."
"See ya!" Emma called back cheerfully.
Harry listened carefully as Hermione retreated back downstairs. After a few more seconds had passed, he cracked open the bathroom door to see Emma standing right there with a sly smirk on her face.
"Wasn't almost getting caught so exciting?" She asked.
Harry couldn't help but laugh and shake his head in disbelief at her. "You're mental."
"A little," Emma accepted. "But that's why I'm so much fun."
He couldn't deny that. "I've got to get changed."
"I washed your spare clothes the other day," she said, gesturing behind her. "They're in the closet."
After one too many incidents where Harry's clothes ended up covered in sweat or other liquids, he'd taken to keeping a spare set here.
"Thanks," Harry said as he got to his feet.
As he walked past Emma, she smacked his arse. "Have a good afternoon with my daughter."
"Why do you have to say it with such a perverted tone?" Harry rolled his eyes.
Emma hummed with a cheery smile on her face. "No reason."
As Harry gathered his spare clothes, he also picked up his wand. He was sure that Hermione would be able to notice that a spell had been cast in her house, but she wouldn't know what the spell was, and hopefully he'd be able to mask it as him apparating in. He quickly cast the spell, cleaning off all of the sweat and fluids on his body, and got dressed as fast as he could before he headed back into Emma's bedroom.
Emma was at his side in an instant, pressing a searing-hot kiss to his lips. "Have fun," she told him before she headed off for the bathroom.
Harry quietly slipped out of Emma's room and headed for the stairs. From his elevated position, he could see Hermione standing by the door in her usual pair of jeans and a light top that was perfect for the summer heat. She was impatiently tapping her foot waiting for him. There was no way he was going to sneak up to her, so it was best to play it off.
"Hey, Hermione!" He called out.
Hermione's head snapped towards him. "Harry? What are you doing upstairs?"
"Err, sorry," he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "I guess when I was apparating over here, I was thinking of you too much because I accidentally apparated right into your bedroom."
"Oh," Hermione nodded, accepting his explanation. Then, she got a cheeky smile on her face. "I was on your mind so you ended up in my bedroom?"
"Don't start," Harry rolled his eyes at her ribbing as he started down the staircase.
"What were you picturing me doing in there?" She asked far too innocently.
"I'm serious, I will go back home," Harry deadpanned in reply.
"Go home to spend some private time thinking about me?" Hermione teased.
Harry groaned, and that finally made Hermione burst out laughing. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Harry grumbled.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Hermione said in between fits of giggles. "You're just too easy to tease."
"Merlin, you're just like—" Just like Emma, Harry had been about to say, but he wasn't sure how well that'd go over so he stopped himself. "Just like Ron."
"Ugh," Hermione fake gagged. "Please don't mention him. It's bad enough that I have to see him almost every day at Hogwarts; I don't want to be thinking about him on summer vacation too."
"He's not that bad," Harry said as he reached the bottom of the staircase. Hermione pulled him into a quick hug. "You two just need to stop sniping at each other constantly."
"I'll do it when he learns to be a decent man," Hermione scowled.
Hermione and Ron, despite being Harry's two closest friends, had never gotten on ever since their first altercation back in their first year. Ever since then, most of their interactions had been made up of petty bickering or full-blown fights. It was tiring to deal with, but they both stuck around because they liked Harry.
"Let's drop this before we fight," Harry suggested gently. "We need to get going to Luna's house anyway."
Hermione offered him her arm. "Grab on."
Harry did just that, and then he felt the tell-tale sign of apparation as the two of them disappeared from the Granger house.
They landed in a field in the Devon countryside. The gentle rolling hills stretched on all around them, but there was a single, winding, dirt path that led up to a rook-shaped house. The Lovegood family had always been known for its eccentricities, so Harry hadn't been too surprised to learn that they lived in a turret-like structure. It was nice around the holidays because Luna and her dad liked to string up rook chess pieces from the trees around the house.
As Harry and Hermione started up the path that led to the Lovegood house, Harry could see that there was something on her mind. Her brow kept furrowing and unfurrowing, and she had a strong look of concentration on her face. Harry knew that she'd open up to him sooner or later, so he just let her think things through until she was ready to talk.
After a few more seconds, Hermione cleared her throat.
"Have you noticed my mum been acting strange lately?" Hermione asked him.
Harry felt the blood drain from his face. "No, I haven't noticed anything," he answered quickly. "Why, have you seen something?"
If Hermione noticed his odd reply, she didn't say anything. "I don't know," she said as her brow furrowed in thought. "She seems . . . happier, I suppose. She's definitely a lot more lively and excited. She actually made a bunch of tarts over the weekend—she normally never makes anything too sweet because she's worried about setting a bad example as a dentist."
Harry remembered those tarts. She'd made several mini tart shells and various fillings to go with them. There'd been quite a few treacle ones left out for him.
"At first, I thought she was seeing someone," Hermione began, nearly making Harry choke on air. "But I double checked the wards on our house, and there hasn't been anyone unusual let inside."
Oh Merlin, the wards! Harry had completely forgotten about them. If Hermione checked them thoroughly and realised the fact that he was visiting far more frequently than normal, she might be able to piece things together.
"I don't know," Hermione shook her head. "Maybe I'm just making things up in my head."
How was he supposed to approach this? He didn't want to tell Hermione that he was casually fucking her mum whenever he visited, but he still wanted to support her.
"Have you tried talking to her?" Harry asked tentatively, trying to find some way to navigate this conversation.
"I've made a few comments, but she just brushes me off," Hermione sighed. "I can't tell if she's hiding something from me or I'm just losing it."
"I don't know," Harry shrugged noncommittally.
Hermione hummed, clearly unsatisfied with the lack of resolution. Harry hoped she'd drop it, but knowing her, she'd spend a long time obsessing over it until she found the answer she was looking for.
Maybe he'd have to have a talk with Emma about this. They had to come up with something to tell her, and he definitely didn't want it to be the fact that they were having sex.
Just before the two of them reached the front door to Luna's house, the door burst open, revealing Luna's father, Xenophilius. He was dressed in some fine brown robes, and his well-groomed, white, long hair fell around his shoulders. He had a crystal ball in his hands and a furious look on his face.
"Damn it!" Xenophilius shouted. He pounded the door frame with his fist. "Wrong again!"
"Uhh, sir?" Harry said carefully. He was used to Xenophilius' eccentricities, but this was a bit much, even for him.
Xenophilius spun around on his heels, holding up the crystal ball in the air above his head. "Why won't you tell me your secrets?" He shouted before letting out a terribly long breath. "I'm sorry," he said, sounding much calmer.
"Were you trying to do a crystal ball reading?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Xenophilius nodded glumly. "I read that Stubby Boardman was finally going to pay me a visit, but alas, my dear daughter was right again."
Hermione scowled, but Harry smirked. "Luna predicted our visit?"
"I don't know how they do it?" Xenophilius shook his head sadly.
Harry snorted in amusement. "We planned this visit a few days ago with Luna. She already knew we were coming."
A look of shock and outrage crossed Xenophilius's face. "That's . . . that's . . ." He burst out into laughter. "That's just like my daughter. She's so clever."
"Speaking of her," Hermione asked over Xenophilius's laughter. "Where is she?"
"Ah, yes," Xenophilius wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye. "She's out back in the garden with Pandora."