Harry was filled with trepidation as he came upon Hermione's villa. It was dark out now, and everyone else had gone to sleep already—except for Sirius, who was busy off on one of the other islands trying to find someone to share his bed with. The only light came from the moon up above and the gentle glow of a candle in Hermione's villa.
The entire afternoon and evening had been like torture to him. Once Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Lily returned from their trip to the nearby islands, they'd insisted on everyone spending time on the beach together. Hermione had barely looked his way the entire day, instead choosing to spend her time playing in the water with Luna or relaxing with her mum on the warm sand. Whenever she was near him, she acted like nothing was amiss, but it was clear that something was wrong.
Obviously, no one besides him and Hermione knew what had taken place earlier today between him and Narcissa and Anastasia, but Emma and Lily had both picked up on the awkwardness between Harry and Hermione. Lily had probed gently by asking if everything was alright, to which Harry lied and said it was, while Emma had chosen to corner him in private instead.
Harry had blurted everything out to her. Everything from his relationship with Narcissa and Anastasia to how he wanted to finally talk with Hermione and confess his feelings for her to how Hermione stumbled upon the two aforementioned women giving him a handjob.
Emma had been torn between sympathy and amusement, but she assured him that if Hermione still wanted to talk to him then things couldn't be that bad. She'd helped to set his mind at ease for the rest of the day by reminding him that best friends didn't just throw away their years of friendship over something messy like this. Hermione was the type who liked to talk things out and analyse them from every perspective, so she was sure to want to listen to him before doing anything drastic. Emma told Harry that she was sure that things would work out between him and Hermione, but he needed to be fully open and honest with her right now if he wanted things to work out.
It had been a confidence booster to say the least, but it had started to fade over supper and the hours he spent waiting in his villa for everyone else to go to sleep. He'd wasted ten minutes standing at his front door, too full of nerves to move a muscle, before he finally stepped out into the cool nighttime air.
And now he was standing just a few metres away from Hermione's door. Their villas were the furthest ones away from shore, so they had a decent amount of privacy here away from everyone else. No one else's villa had any lights on in them, so Harry hoped that he'd get to talk to Hermione uninterrupted.
Swallowing his fears, Harry crossed the gap to Hermione's door and gently knocked on it. His knuckles had barely grazed the door when it was silently pulled open.
Hermione was standing there in a long, mauve pink-coloured nightshirt that came down to the middle of her thigh. It was just like the normal nightshirts she wore to bed, the ones he'd seen a thousand times before, but there was something different about her wearing one when he was finally going to confess all of his feelings for her. Harry's mind was plagued with the curiosity of wondering what she had on underneath, and he really didn't need that mental image right now—he was nervous enough as it was!
"Hey," Hermione smiled weakly. She seemed much too calm for the situation compared to how Harry was feeling, but he knew that he couldn't back down now.
Harry stepped into the small entry hall, and Hermione closed the door behind him.
From an initial look, her villa seemed to be an exact copy of his. The entry area was little more than a small corridor that led into the sitting room, which connected to the bedroom through an open archway. A few of Hermione's books sat on a small table in the sitting room right in between a pair of sofas. He recognised a few of them: A History of Magic, Hogwarts: A History, Inexplicable Charms and their Magical Applications, and Lovers in Time. A mixture of history, magic, and romance books were a standard fare for Hermione.
The simple sight of those books helped calm Harry's nerves. Despite his worries about the impending conversation, they helped remind him that Hermione was still herself. He knew his best friend well, and he trusted that he wouldn't mess things up terribly.
So, with a mild degree of comfort, Harry walked into the sitting room and sat down.
Hermione followed him, sitting on the sofa opposite him. She curled her legs up on the sofa and looked perfectly at ease as she brushed her curly, brown hair over her shoulder. It landed just next to the curve of her breast, and Harry had to bite his cheek to force his mind away from picturing what Hermione looked like without her shirt on.
There was a moment of awkwardness as both of them just stared back at each other; it was like they were waiting for each other to speak first. Harry felt stunned by her sheer beauty. Even without any fancy clothes or makeup, Hermione looked more stunning than any witch could.
"I—"
"About—"
They both spoke at the same time, and a deeper awkwardness filled the air for several seconds.
Harry shook his head, knowing that this couldn't last. He needed to tell Hermione how he felt before the conversation shifted away into a certain direction, but it was hard to explain that while simultaneously excusing his interactions with other witches. He couldn't just tell her how he felt about her while explaining the physical relief that other witches provided him. Or could he?
However, he decided that a gentler approach was easier. It was clear that she had something on her mind to say, and he owed her enough to let her speak her mind first.
"Sorry," Harry grimaced at her. "You first."
Suddenly, Hermione didn't look any more comfortable than Harry felt. A deep look of reticence laid across her face, and she tugged the bottom of her shirt further down her thighs before she opened her mouth to speak.
"About earlier today," she began. "With you and Narcissa and…"
"Anastasia," Harry filled in before he could stop himself. He nearly smacked himself in the face when he saw Hermione cringe.
"Right, Anastasia," she repeated with a slight downturn of her lips. "I saw the whole 'interaction' between the two of you, and I just wanted to know what was going on. It seemed like you wanted to ask me… I mean…"
Hermione trailed off, glancing down nervously at her feet, which she curled up with herself on the sofa.
Harry took a deep breath, let it out, and then sucked in another deep breath again.
"I know what you're asking about," he told her. "And the truth is that me, Narcissa, and Anastasia have been fooling around for a while."
"Oh," Hermione said solemnly.
"It's nothing serious," Harry said quickly, trying to prevent any preconceived notions from being formed. "We just… well… I told you about Narcissa before, right?"
The memory of their talk together filled Harry's mind. It was barely more than a week and a half ago now, but it still seemed as vivid today as it did back then. It had been nearly as awkward of a conversation as this one was, but they'd managed to come out of it okay.
Hermione nodded her head. A small smile broke her otherwise gloomy demeanour. "I still get to be there when you tell Draco you've been shagging his mum, right?"
"Of course," Harry chuckled, grateful for the brief moment of levity. "We nearly got caught by his dad once. I bet he'd be as pissed as Draco would be if we told him, but I don't want to upset Narcissa over this."
"So you care about her?" Hermione asked him as that solemn look crossed her face again.
"Yes… but not like the way you're thinking," Harry corrected quickly. "She's… I mean…"
Harry shook his head. This was so frustrating to try to put into words.
"Narcissa and I had fun having sex," Harry began to explain. "But that's not the reason I care about her. I want to be nice to the people around me, and it'd really be messed up if I ruined her marriage and home life just to hurt Draco. I care about her because, unlike the rest of her family, Narcissa is a decent person. Sex is a part of that, sure, but it's not the main reason I care about her. It's the same thing with Anastasia."
Hermione didn't seem entirely mollified by his answer, but at least she didn't seem quite as sad anymore. "What's the story with her anyway?" She asked.
"She and Narcissa have a history together," Harry answered openly. "They've both fooled around with other men before, and maybe they even had something between themselves too. Narcissa told her about me, and Anastasia invited me over to see her greenhouse and to—"
"Have sex in said greenhouse?" Hermione snorted playfully. "That must have been like heaven for you."
Harry rolled his eyes. "We only did it that one time, and then they came here. I didn't invite them here, in case you were wondering, but I did mention this trip to Narcissa. I think she figured that she and Anastasia could come along and have some more fun with me."
"Looks like they got what they wanted," Hermione pointed out.
"That was… a one-time thing," Harry explained weakly. "I just had a lot on my mind, and they convinced me that a bit of fun like that could help me get my head back under control."
"So you're not going to have sex with them again?" Hermione asked.
Harry opened his mouth to answer her, but he hesitated. This talk was all about honesty, and he didn't want to mislead her.
"I might," he admitted. His time with both of them had been a lot of fun, and he wasn't about to turn down more encounters with them if the circumstances were right. "But I don't have any plans to in the near future, at least not until I figure some stuff out."
Hermione frowned in confusion. "Figure what stuff out?"
Harry bit down gently on the inside of his cheek as he tried to consider the right way to phrase this. He'd spent countless nights imagining what magic words he could say to Hermione to convince her of the sincerity of his feelings and for her to reciprocate them, but he knew that there weren't any. All he could do was be honest with her and hope for the best.
It was Emma's words weeks ago that gave him hope. She'd been convinced that Hermione had a crush on him too, not that Hermione had ever said those exact words to either of them. Call it motherly instinct or something else, but Emma was sure of it, and Harry hoped that she was right.
"Figure out us," Harry answered clearly.
For a split second, Hermione seemed frozen in time. Her eyes had widened ever so slightly, and her soft lips just barely parted, but otherwise she was completely still. Then, she sucked in a deep breath.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked him cautiously, like she was terrified as to what his answer would be.
Harry's fears couldn't help but bubble up and wonder if she was terrified that he was going to confess his feelings for her because she didn't feel the same way and their entire friendship would be ruined as a result, but Harry couldn't not let her know how he felt. He was done hiding things from her.
"I like you, Hermione," Harry replied. "When we were at Luna's house and we accidentally kissed, I felt something between us then, and I think you did too."
Hermione's shoulders trembled slightly, and she shifted in her seat, inadvertently making the hem of her nightshirt creep up her thighs just a little bit more.
When no words from her came, Harry continued. "I know that things between us have been complicated lately, mostly because of me and Emma and everyone else, but I want you to know that I'd give them all up if it meant I could have a chance with you. Do you think we could—"
Harry never got to finish his sentence. Hermione had literally leapt over the small table in between them and landed on his lap. She grabbed his head as he caught her, and she brought her lips down onto his.
Suddenly, it was like the world faded away and it was just the two of them. Harry felt a rush of euphoria he hadn't felt since he first used his wand overtake his entire being as he kissed Hermione back. Sparks of electricity and a rush of warmth filled his lips.
It was simply perfect. They lost themselves in each other as they kissed. Each time one of them broke off the kiss, they simply took in a lungful of air before returning back to the ecstasy they found in each other. Harry hugged Hermione's warm body to his, unable to believe that he hadn't done this sooner. He wasn't going to let her go ever again.
Minutes passed by before they needed to stop. When their lips finally parted, they both just stared breathlessly into each other's eyes.
Hermione leaned back a bit, shifting in his lap, which suddenly brought Harry's erection to both of their attentions. They glanced down and saw that Hermione's nightshirt had become hiked up around her waist, and all she had on underneath were her emerald green bikini bottoms from earlier today. They were slightly wet from her excitement, and Harry could clearly see the outline of her pussy against the soft fabric. She was pressed right up against his erection, which stuck out noticeably against his swim trunks.
Hermione's cheeks turned a deep scarlet, but she didn't try to move away. She just looked back up at Harry with a somewhat guilty expression on her lips.
"I came back to my villa after I caught you three out in the jungle to masturbate," she admitted shyly to Harry. "Seeing you with them made me really realise a few things. First, I like you too. Second, I liked seeing you with other women. And third, you have a really great cock."
Harry's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Hermione?" He gasped.
Hermione giggled softly, still blushing. "There was something about them acting like they desperately needed your cock that excited me so much. It was just so slutty, and I loved seeing them like that. And then I heard Narcissa say that you should invite me to join you next time, and I just couldn't stop fantasising about it."
Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Hermione's mouth right now. Sure, they'd spoken a bit about sexual stuff in the past, and she'd shown him a couple of the erotic books she'd bought last summer, but never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined just how open Hermione would have been about all of this with him, let alone the fact that she was into this sort of stuff in the first place.
"I want to give us a shot too, Harry," Hermione told him sincerely. "And I want our relationship to come first, but I think I'd like it if you kept fucking other witches as long as I get to be there or you at least tell me everything about it afterwards. Some photos wouldn't be a bad idea either."
Harry's mind was filled with images of Hermione joining in while he fucked Narcissa. Maybe she could sit on her face while Harry fucked her, and they could kiss the entire time they dominated the older witch. It sounded too good to be true.
"Is this a dream?" Harry half-jokingly asked.
"You tell me," Hermione smiled as she leaned in and kissed him again.
It felt like a dream. He kissed Hermione back and felt his entire body relax into her touch.
"I just want you to know that you're the only one I need," Harry told her as their lips parted. "And if you ever change your mind about me… I mean us having sex with other witches, I'd fully support it."
Hermione's face lit up, and she kissed him again. "You're the best," she murmured in his ear as she hugged him tightly. The movement made her pussy grind down against his cock, and Harry couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. Hermione pulled back with a little smirk. "Did you like that?" She asked as she repeated the motion.
"Hermione," Harry warned her, but the effect was undercut as he was too focused on trying to stop himself from groaning again.
Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing started to deepen as she kept on grinding against his cock. "I've been thinking about just throwing myself at you every day the last week, and I think I've finally got the confidence I need to do it now."
"You really want to do this?" Harry asked her for confirmation. "Because once we start, I don't think I can stop until I've had my fill of you."
Hermione's eyes burned with desire as she nodded her head. "We've both waited too long to wait another moment, so you have exactly five seconds to get us to my bed before I—"
Harry shut her up by lifting her into the air as he stood up. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and he held her up by her arse. His cock throbbed as his fingers sunk into her flesh. Growing up, there'd been times he'd checked Hermione out secretly—it was only natural when his teenage hormones were running rampant—and he'd had more than one fantasy about what it would feel like to touch her arse. He could definitely say that his fantasies had nothing on reality. Hermione's perky and firm arse felt perfectly crafted to match the contours of his hands.
They kissed as Harry stumbled underneath the archway into Hermione's bedroom. When his knees hit the edge of her bed, he dropped her onto it and pounced on top of her. The only thing separating his cock from her pussy were their respective swimwear.
Knowing that she'd be furious with him if he ruined her nightshirt, Harry's hands started undoing the buttons one at a time. He groaned in frustration when he realised that she still had her bikini top on underneath, and Hermione giggled at his reaction.
"It's just a couple strings that you need to undo," she said as her hands roamed his chest. They found the hem of his t-shirt and slowly started lifting it up, showing off his toned belly. "Besides, you're still more dressed than I am."
She was right. Harry lifted his arms up and let Hermione pull his t-shirt off of him. Her eyes roamed his bare chest in approval as she pulled her nightshirt off of herself completely.
Hermione had barely thrown her nightshirt to the side when Harry reached around behind her and hurriedly undid her bikini top. As soon as he felt the strings come loose, he pulled back, ready to ogle her chest just as she'd ogled his.
Only, Hermione grabbed her breasts, keeping the thin fabric of her bikini top pinned in place. "Take your trunks off first," she told him with a teasing smile.
Harry had half a mind to just grab her wrists and pull her hands away from her breasts, but he gave into her demands instead. He pulled down his swim trunks, and his thick cock bobbed as it became exposed. Hermione licked her lips as he got his trunks off the rest of the way and tossed them to the side.
"It looks even bigger up close," she murmured, her eyes flickering between his and his cock.
"You can touch it, you know," Harry told her.
"But then my hands wouldn't be keeping my top in place anymore," Hermione grinned.
"What a shame that would be," Harry rolled his eyes. "But, I suppose if you don't want to have sex with me—"
Suddenly, two warm hands wrapped around his throbbing shaft, and Harry was treated to the sight of Hermione's perfect breasts squeezed in between her arms. Her small pink nipples were hardened and pointed right at him while her breasts were pressed together enticingly.
Harry couldn't wait anymore; he dove in and captured one of Hermione's nipples in his mouth while one of his hands squeezed her other breast. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from Hermione.
"I suppose it's a good thing that you know what you're doing," Hermione hummed softly as she stroked Harry's cock.
"I'm going to make you feel better than you ever have," Harry promised her before he switched over to Hermione's other breast.
"Don't make promises that you can't keep," Hermione told him.
Well, now he was going to have to show off.
Harry pulled away from Hermione's breasts and seated himself on his knees before hooking his arms underneath her thighs. Hermione's hands could barely reach the head of his cock now, and she frowned at him in confusion.
"What are you do—ING!?" Hermione squealed in surprise as Harry suddenly pulled her towards him. Her arse hit his belly, but then he lifted it up into the air so that her cloth-covered pussy was right by his mouth. Hermione was staring up at him in shock, her breasts pressing down into her chin. She looked embarrassed at being so exposed to him like this, but the sheer thrill of it all stopped her from protesting.
"I already told you what I was going to do," Harry grinned down at her as his fingers ran down her pussy. Hermione shivered from the lightest touch and looked to be in awe as he pulled her bikini bottoms to the side.
Hermione's pink pussy was glistening with moisture. Her lips parted easily as he slowly slid his finger inside of her. Her tight walls clung to his finger and pulsed around him, trying to suck him in deeper. He made sure that he got nice and lubricated before he started probing deeper inside of her, and that was when he leaned forward and licked her clit.
The reaction from Hermione was immediate. Her breathing hitched, she grabbed the bedsheets tightly in her fists, and her eyes closed as she experienced the bliss that Harry was offering her.
"Oh, Harry," she moaned softly.
Hearing her moan his name like that made Harry's cock jump in excitement and his heart race. She said it so lovingly, and he wanted to make her say it again.
He worked a second finger inside of her and continued his subtle touches with his tongue. He circled her clit, only ever grazing the sensitive nub with the sides of his tongue. He would have tried pushing for more direct contact, but Hermione's body was already trembling just from this gentle touch; he didn't want to overwhelm her completely yet.
The wet sounds from her pussy sang with the gentle waves running up against the wooden poles holding up the villa. The quiet nighttime breeze and Hermione's moans completed the symphony as Harry continued his ministrations, watching with glee as Hermione became undone before him.
In barely more than a couple of minutes, Hermione was torn between panting and moaning as Harry brought her so much pleasure.
"Harry," she moaned again.
Harry felt her entire body twitch. "Are you going to cum for me?" He chuckled quietly as he gave her clit another lick.
"Yes," Hermione whimpered. "I'm… fuck, I'm so close."
Harry rocked his fingers back and forth inside of her, helping to get her ready to handle his girth. He wanted their first time together to be perfect in every way, and he wasn't going to ruin it by not getting her ready for him.
Steadily, Hermione's pussy started to constrict and then relax around his finger. Harry could see the way her entire body tensed up and then relaxed again when this happened. He'd seen the signs of a woman's orgasm plenty of times this summer, and he carefully watched as Hermione built right up to the brink of one.
"Mmm," Hermione hummed as she bit her lip and her face contorted in pleasure. "Right there. I'm about to—"
Harry pulled away from her right at that moment. He let her fall onto the bed, and her eyes shot open with a mixture of confusion and fury.
"What are you doing?" She shouted at him. "I was so close."
Harry held her gaze as he crawled over top of her. "The first time I make you cum, it's going to be with my cock."
All anger faded from Hermione's face as his words hit her. Instead, it was replaced with a look of pure lust.
Harry kissed her then right as he lined his cock up with her sopping wet entrance. Her lips felt like a furnace to him, and as much as he wanted to sink right inside of her, he first rubbed the head of his cock up and down to get it nice and wet. Hermione wrapped her legs and arms around him to hold him close as she kissed him back.
Before Harry could even start to push inside of Hermione's pussy, she did it for him. She scooted down on the bed, and the head of Harry's cock pushed past her lips and slowly made their way inside of her tight, wet pussy.
Harry gasped in pleasure as he entered his best friend's pussy for the first time, and his hips suddenly bucked forward."
"Harry!" Hermione cried out as his cock nearly filled her up completely. Her walls were clenched hard around him, pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat. "Fuck! You feel so much bigger than I imagined."
"How much have you imagined this?" Harry asked her seductively.
"So much," Hermione groaned.
"Did you ever touch yourself to your fantasies about me?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted breathlessly.
Harry groaned at the mental image of Hermione lying on her bed with her fingers buried in her pussy and his name on her lips. His hips pushed forward again, and he slid the last of his cock inside of her. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan as she could finally feel every inch of him inside of her.
"You feel so fucking good," Harry moaned into Hermione's ear.
She turned her head to the side and kissed him, and they laid there for several moments just kissing as their bodies acclimated to one another.
When Harry finally started to move inside of her, he did so slowly and methodically. He started just by rocking back and forth, steadily increasing the length of his thrusts until he had worked all the way up to just leaving the tip of his cock inside of her before he filled her back up again.
Clearly though, this pace wasn't enough for Hermione.
"More," she told him.
"You're so eager," he grinned.
"We've both waited too long for this," Hermione reminded him.
So they had.
Harry started moving faster. He worked his hips to thrust into her with a decent amount of force and then quickly pulled back before repeating the motion. Hermione's hands ran up his back and then slipped into his messy black hair and pulled his head down to hers so that she could kiss him again.
Harry groaned into the kiss with Hermione. Even though he'd slept with quite a few women this summer, all of them paled in comparison to the full-body euphoria he was feeling right now while he was with Hermione. Her body felt better than anyone else's, but what was more was the way his heart felt. This was the woman he loved so dearly, both as a friend and as a lover, and being with her felt more right than words could describe.
The overwhelming emotional stimulation was matched by the physical stimulation. Hermione's pussy felt like it was perfectly sculpted to pleasure his cock. It took a tremendous amount of effort for him not to cum after just a few thrusts, but he managed to keep his cool.
It wasn't long before the need for air caused them to break off the kiss. Harry took the chance to watch Hermione's face contorted in pleasure as he made love to her. Her cute little moans were the sweetest sounds that he'd ever heard, and each thrust brought upon new ones that sent the most pleasant tingles down his spine.
"Faster," Hermione said to him with a tone that perfectly expressed how much she needed him to do this. She pressed down on his arse with her heels to hurry him along.
"I won't last long like this," he warned her.
"Don't care," Hermione mumbled as her eyes screwed up tight. "Just… fuck me!"
Harry groaned but did as she asked, pumping in and out of her faster and faster. "You're so perfect," he told her as he closed his eyes too, trying to hold back the inevitable eruption.
He could feel Hermione's pussy twitching again just as it had when he'd been fingering and licking her, but now it felt incredible around his cock. She kept squeezing him in just the right way that made him want to just slam into her and fill her up with his cum. While he held back from doing the latter quite yet, he did ram into her with a ton of force.
"Yes, Harry!" Hermione cried out. Her arms and legs tightened around him, and she even started thrusting her hips upwards as best she could to meet his thrusts.
Harry buried his face in the crook of Hermione's neck, feeling her breasts press against his chest, as he pounded into her tight little pussy with everything he had. A choked sound left her throat, but Harry just kept on fucking her with everything he had.
"I—" Hermione's words were lost as a loud, lingering moan forced its way out of her mouth. Half a second later, her pussy spasmed around his cock, and then her entire body followed suit.
The most incredible tightness surrounded Harry's cock as Hermione's orgasm ripped through her body. She was crying out, clinging to him with everything she had, as her climax brought her more pleasure than she'd ever experienced before.
Finally, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed himself as deep as he could inside of Hermione's quivering pussy and exploded inside of her. The most intense burst of pleasure flared out from his cock as he began to fill her up with his cum. Her pussy squeezed in time with the throbbing of his cock, helping to shoot his seed with as much power and force as possible.
Both of them seemed to lose all of the air from their lungs as they just started gasping for breath the moment that their orgasms began to subside, but neither of them made a single move to leave from the comfort they were providing each other.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered softly in his ear. "I love you."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest. They'd said those words to each other several times before but only as friends. Now, they had a different meaning entirely.
"I love you too," he whispered back.