The peace of the early-morning sunshine at the Burrow was disturbed only seconds after Arthur Weasley walked inside to make a simple request of his wife.
"For the last time, no!" Molly shouted at the top of her lungs from inside of the Burrow. "Not even the space-expanding enchantment can stay! If you're going on a muggle road trip, then you need to do it properly! I will not have a repeat of what happened the last time this car was let off of our property!"
Harry and Ron both cringed visibly at the memory of their disastrous start to their second year at Hogwarts so long ago. Arthur's Ford Anglia had lived in the Forbidden Forest for years since it crashed into the Whomping Willow at Hogwarts. It was only in the wake of the end of the Second Wizarding War that the car had come out of the forest, allowing Harry and Ron to take it back to the burrow. Arthur had spent the past few months rebuilding it, and now that it was August, just a few weeks after Harry's eighteenth birthday, it was ready to be driven again.
"Think he's coming back?" Ron asked Harry gravely.
"Only if he can dodge whatever she throws at him," Harry replied with a similar tone.
"Honestly," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Mrs Weasley wouldn't—"
Her words were sharply cut off when a thick cast-iron pot came flying out the open front door. It clattered into the dirt road in front of the Ford Anglia, and Arthur came running out from inside of the house a couple seconds later.
"Well," Arthur clasped his hands together with a nervous smile. "That's a no on the space-expanding enchantment. We'll just have to make do with the space we have."
"But dad," Ron whinged. "You said that this would be a week-long trip around Britain. How are four people supposed to fit in three seats?"
Harry sighed and once again looked at the disaster that was the pile of luggage inside of the car. The boot hadn't been large enough to fit any suitcases since Arthur needed to keep a spare tire and some maintenance kits on hand in case the car started acting up again. Though he'd fixed it to the best of his abilities, magic was still unpredictable at times, and there could be strange situations that needed to be resolved quickly and without a muggle mechanic asking any questions. So, they'd been relegated to putting their suitcases inside of the backseat of the car.
The driver's side backseat was the only one still open, along with the two seats up front. Arthur was the only one who actually knew how to drive, so he needed one seat to himself. That left the remaining two seats for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to share.
"We'll make do," Arthur said cheerfully. "Us Weasleys are an adaptable bunch."
"Err, we're not Weasleys though," Harry said, gesturing to himself and Hermione.
"Nonsense," Arthur waved him off. "You two are honorary Weasleys, just as good as the real thing."
Hermione giggled. "Still, it's going to be a bit cramped. You said that we're driving all the way up to Liverpool today. That'll take over four hours."
"We can have stops along the way," Arthur replied.
"Can't we just reactivate the enchantments once we're away from home?" Ron asked his dad desperately.
"I would, but Molly might have put a few monitor charms on the car," Arthur grimaced. "It'll be okay though. Just think of it as a week of fun! You three only graduate from Hogwarts once, and it'll be wonderful to see the world as muggles do for a while."
Honestly, it wasn't all that Arthur cracked it up to be, but Harry truly appreciated the thought of the trip regardless. Growing up, the only time he was ever allowed on a trip with his relatives was when Mrs Figg wasn't around to watch him. So, he was excited nonetheless. Besides, it made for a perfect last bit of relaxation before they were bound to return to Hogwarts to actually complete their seventh year.
"If you say so," Ron sighed.
"Hey," Harry punched his shoulder gently. "Just think about all of the restaurants we'll get to visit."
That certainly brought a sparkle to Ron's eyes. A simple mention of food and he was all set to do whatever he had to.
"But still," Ron said reluctantly. "How are we all supposed to fit?"
"Hermione could always sit on one of your laps," Arthur suggested innocently.
Immediately, Ron and Hermione looked away from each other awkwardly.
Harry still didn't have the full details about what had gone on between the two of them. They'd both confessed that they'd kissed during the Battle of Hogwarts, but whatever relationship the two of them had considered fizzled out in the days afterwards. From the little he'd been able to gather, it seemed as though Hermione wasn't actually as keen for Ron as he'd been for her, and Ron still had some lingering feelings for some other witches that he hadn't quite ironed out yet. He wished he'd been there to help both of them through this, but he'd been sorting out his relationship with Ginny, or the end of it to be more specific.
"Harry and I will take the back," Hermione suddenly said.
"Excellent!" Arthur exclaimed. "Then pile in."
As Ron and Arthur headed for the front of the car, Harry hung back with Hermione.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked her, gesturing down at the breezy sundress she was wearing. The skirt just reached the middle of her thighs, and the top of the dress showed off a modest amount of cleavage. If she was sitting on his lap, any time he looked down, he'd just be looking at her breasts.
"It'll be fine," Hermione replied, a faint blush coming across her cheeks. "I mean, it's not like I haven't sat on your lap before."
This time, it was Harry's turn to blush. "That was in the tent though, under very different circumstances."
The memory of the two of them naked in bed together as moonlight streamed in through the flap in the tent flooded into his memory. He could practically feel the heat of her body against his, the scent of her shampoo as her hair fell around his face, the tightness of her—
"I'm just saying that it's not as awkward as me sitting on Ron's lap," she shivered.
"What happened between you two anyway?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
Hermione glanced away. "I made a mistake. I thought that Ron and I could have something together, but I knew the moment I kissed him that it wasn't right."
The sound of a car horn honking made the two of them jump in surprise.
"Hurry up!" Ron called out as he pushed open the door. "We've got restaurants to visit!"
Harry and Hermione looked at each other and both let out a little laugh.
The backseat of the car was still quite cramped as Harry settled into it. All of their luggage was piled up next to him on the floor and on the seat, sitting nearly as tall as he was. When he was all settled, he helped Hermione climb into the backseat too.
Quickly, he realised that this was going to be even more cramped than he imagined. Hermione's arse pushed his chest back into the seat as she climbed in. She quickly apologised and sat down on his lap, wriggling slightly as she adjusted herself. That was when problem number two arose.
The feeling of Hermione's arse rubbing against his cock combined with the memories that had flooded through his mind only moments ago threatened to make him hard. She was surprisingly light on his lap, but all of this shifting around was driving him mad with lust. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the sensation from overwhelming him.
"You should put your arms around her waist to help keep her steady," Arthur suggested to Harry as he readjusted the rear-view mirror. "These country roads can be quite bumpy."
"Right," Harry murmured as he wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. He could feel the smooth skin of her thighs underneath his arms. Her skirt had ridden up considerably but at least still covered the important bits.
"And we're off!" Arthur announced gleefully. He seemed to truly relish every action as he set the car into motion and began driving down the long lane that led away from the Burrow.
The first few minutes of the drive were filled with Arthur rambling on about how wonderful the car was to drive. He had endless questions for Hermione about what type of car her family had and how it compared to this one. She answered his questions happily even as the bumps in the road had her bouncing around on Harry's lap.
Try as he might, Harry quickly realised the futility of not getting an erection. His cock was trapped beneath Hermione, and her arse kept rubbing against it whenever a bump made her bounce or when she had to readjust herself. Holding her tighter against him helped a little but not enough to stop what was happening.
If Hermione could feel the growing problem beneath her, she made no comment on it. Even when his cock was at full mast, she still acted like she was ignorant of it.
"So Harry, are you excited to go back to Hogwarts?" Arthur suddenly asked.
"Err, yeah," Harry stammered out, his mind having been lost trying to stop himself from getting as aroused as he was.
"He's definitely excited," Hermione chimed in with a nod.
Harry froze at that seemingly innocuous comment. Hermione wasn't the type for subtlety like that unless she was being sarcastic or playful. He tried to catch her eye, but it was hard with her sitting on his lap.
"I've seen the repair work that the staff have done myself," Arthur said. "It's truly remarkable how the castle looks like it was never even touched by what happened."
Harry hummed in reply, and the conversation died out quickly after that. When he had his moment, he leaned forward to whisper into Hermione's ear.
"I'm sorry," he told her.
"What for?" She asked as she glanced back at him. Then she gave him a wink and turned back to face the front.
Was she… no. It couldn't be…
Could it?
Any doubts he had in his head were removed when the next bump came and Hermione took extra-special care to rub herself against his cock. Then, he knew that this wasn't just a mistake. She was purposefully trying to turn him on.
Well, two could play at that game.
With his arms wrapped around her waist, it wasn't hard to slip one of his hands in between her thighs. He felt Hermione's breathing hitch as his fingers slipped beneath her skirt, finding the edge of her panties there.
"Two can play at this game," he whispered to her.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he felt along Hermione's slit through her cotton panties. While it would have been exciting enough to do it if just the two of them were alone, there was a heightened sense of it from the danger that came from doing it right behind Ron and Arthur. Thankfully, Ron seemed keen on dozing off as soon as possible to make the trip go by faster, but Arthur was someone he'd have to watch out for. Still, Hermione had brought this on herself.
It shouldn't have surprised him to feel a slight buildup of moisture on her panties, but it did. Since their time together in the tent, they'd never really talked about what had gone on or even given the slightest hint that they were interested in each other. Of course, they'd each had their own separate relationships to deal with, but they'd still not spoken about it since they'd definitely become single.
Their nights together in that tent had been passionate and intense, born out of a desire to feel something good just for once while they were in the fight for their lives. It was primal and raw. Whatever this was was lustful and naughty.
"You know, Liverpool is famous for having one of the biggest muggle bands ever," Hermione told Arthur. "The Beatles have a lot of big hits. Songs like: Don't Let Me Down, I Want You, Helter Skelter, and Come Together."
"That last one's your favourite, right?" Harry asked cheekily.
"It is," Hermione replied, stifling a laugh.
"You know, now that all of the enchantments are off, I bet that we can pick up a few songs on the wireless in the car," Arthur said as one of his hands fiddled with the knobs on the radio. Eventually, he managed to pick up a radio station, and an old Spice Girls song started playing.
Harry was thankful for the noise, because it made it so much easier for him to pull Hermione's panties to the side and touch her pussy for real. She gasped when it happened, quickly covering it up with a cough, and gripped his arm tightly with her hand. She didn't ask him to stop though. In fact, she started grinding on him even harder.
"Unzip your trousers," Hermione murmured softly back to Harry.
Taking care to ensure that Arthur wasn't looking back at them in the rear-mirror, Harry painstakingly unzipped his trousers as Hermione lifted her arse off of him slightly. He quickly pulled out his cock and pushed it forward so that it ended up trapped between her silky thighs.
The tips of Hermione's fingers teased the head of his cock. They slowly stroked him up and down slowly, exactly as he had done to her moments ago. The only consolation he had was that his cock was also pressed against her pussy.
The next bump from the old country road jostled Hermione forward, and Harry came so close to slipping inside of her. Unbelievable warmth and wetness grazed the top of his cock for barely a second before she plopped back down on his lap.
"Hermione," Harry groaned quietly against her back.
"I know," she whispered back in reply. "Give me a second."
She started shifting around again, raising her arse off of him.
"Are you two alright back there?" Arthur asked, glancing back at them in the rear-view mirror just as Harry's cock got perfectly lined up with Hermione's pussy.
"Just perfect," Hermione replied with a smile as she slowly started to sink back down onto him.
It took everything in Harry's power to keep his face as neutral as possible as his cock was enveloped by Hermione's inner walls. Her arousal was such that it easily coated his cock and let her ride all the way down his cock in one smooth motion as she resettled back on his lap.
Harry would have given anything to just start fucking her right here and now, but that obviously wasn't practical. Of course, every once and a while, the universe helped out a bit.
"The roads are so bumpy," Arthur laughed joyfully as they hit a particularly rough patch. "It's like riding a really old broom."
"Or riding something else," Harry muttered to Hermione with a cocky grin.
She shushed him, but he could see in her eyes that she loved this. Her walls tightened up around his cock as another bounce made her ride up and down his shaft suddenly, and she had to bite her lower lip to stop a moan from escaping her lips.
The rough road made Hermione bounce on his cock even harder than before. Harry was so worried that the sounds of her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock were going to be too loud, but the music from the radio did a wonderful job of masking it all. The bigger issue was him and Hermione trying to not make any sounds. Her pussy felt heavenly around his shaft. It'd been so long since he'd had sex with her that he'd nearly forgotten just how incredible it was.
"Do you think you can turn up the music?" Hermione asked as Ron let out a snore. He'd fallen asleep easily, perfectly capable of handling the rough road. "I don't really want to listen to Ron snore the whole trip."
"Of course," Arthur laughed as he turned up the music.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Hermione whispered back to Harry.
"So do you," he whispered back.
He had to glance up to make sure that Arthur wasn't looking back at them, but when he cleared that, he slid one of his hands through the armhole of Hermione's sundress and grasped her bare breast. It was a decent bit more than he could hold in his hand, and it felt so damned good. Her nipple felt hard against the palm of his hand.
"I'm going to come into your room wherever we're staying tonight and fuck you so hard," Harry murmured huskily into her ear. Her pussy clamped down like a vice around his cock at his dirty words.
"I'll leave my door unlocked just for you," she purred in reply.
Although the bounces from the rough roads were nice, it clearly wasn't enough for Hermione to be able to ride all the way up his shaft. Doing that would make what they were up to too obvious. But still, feeling her walls pulse around his cock whenever she bounced made up for it.
With his other hand, Harry brought it around to Hermione's front and placed one of his fingers against her sensitive nub. He'd remembered how Hermione had told him to touch her, and he repeated the swirling motion with his finger.
"Ahh—" Hermione moaned uncontrollably. "How much longer until we can make a stop?"
"Another fifteen minutes or so," Arthur replied. "Why? Is everything okay back there?"
"Just a leg cramp," Hermione lied smoothly. "It stung a bit."
"I'll try to go a bit faster to hurry us up then," Arthur said as he pressed down on the accelerator. On these country back roads, there were few other cars in sight. Arthur was able to speed along without worry.
And with speeding along came more rough bumps in the road. Now, Hermione was really bouncing on his cock, and Arthur was too focused on the road to notice.
The closer and closer that Harry got, the more he gave up on caring if Arthur or Ron realised what they were doing. Hermione's pussy felt too good around his cock for him to focus on anything else, and from the way that she was panting, he could only imagine that it was the same for her.
Kissing the side of her neck, Harry squeezed Hermione's breast roughly. "I'm so close," he whispered to her.
"Please fucking cum in me," Hermione practically begged.
Hermione's words sent him spilling over the edge. Her pussy coaxed out thick ropes of cum from his cock, filling up her pussy nicely with his seed. Harry had to gently bite Hermione's shoulder to stop himself from crying out in pleasure as she milked him for every last drop of cum he had.
When he finally regained control over his mind, Hermione settled down firmly on his lap and leaned back against his chest.
"When we get to the stop, we're finding a bathroom and you're fucking me in it," she whispered up to him.
Nothing sounded sweeter in the world.