Harry had a firm grip on Hermione's hair as he guided her down to take him in more deeply. Her soft, moist lips wrapped around him - not too loose, not too tight, and her eyes looked up at him with such devotion that it was a marvel he hadn't come already.

"Good girl," he groaned. She looked so lovely today; it had been almost a shame to mess up all her efforts. Hermione liked to look sharp for the train ride to school, with her freshly pressed robes, semi-tamed hair, and this year - her brightly polished Head Girl badge.

As Hermione flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, Harry growled and held her there, taking himself in hand with rough strokes. He wanted her messy and filthy and all his - Hermione moaned as she continued licking him. Moments later, he was covering her beautiful face with his seed. Her eyes were closed as she kept licking, swallowing everything he had given her. Harry enjoyed when she worshipped him like this, but after a minute, he was growing oversensitive, and pushed her gently away.

"Gorgeous," he told her.

Hermione opened her eyes slowly. Her expression was the picture of satisfaction. Harry groaned, using a finger to rub the creamy liquid over her skin. Soon enough, he had it rubbed in sufficiently that nobody would notice.

She was blushing now, but still looked very happy. Harry lifted her to her feet, and pulled her in for a long, lazy kiss.

"You're amazing," he told her, and she sat down beside him, straightening her Head Girl badge (which, Harry thought with a smirk, she definitely deserved for her oral accomplishments).

In the letter Professor McGonagall had sent to both of them, their Head of House had told them they deserved their Headships not only for their exemplary school work (and Hermione's excellence as a prefect), but also for their work in defeating Voldemort at the end of last year. Harry had almost turned down the Headship, but then Hermione had explained to him exactly what it entailed. The responsibilities of the Head Girl and Head Boy were mostly to delegate tasks to the regular prefects. They could take points and assign detentions, but did not have to do any nightly patrols...

Best of all, they would be sharing special quarters that were apart from any of the House Dorms, and just for them. That point alone had sold it to Harry. After nearly two months of sharing a bed with Hermione, he had not been looking forward to going back to sharing a dorm room with four other boys. Now they would be able to do anything they liked together in rooms that were both private and comfortable.

"We don't have any duties for a while, do we?"

"No," Hermione sighed happily. "Not until the Prefect's meeting tomorrow."

Harry murmured in approval, and pulled Hermione into his lap, so she was straddling him.

"Oh," she gasped as he moved her. He pulled her robes open, and admired her low cut white blouse and plaid schoolgirl skirt.

"Now, Miss Granger, do you think you have done anything against school rules?"

"No sir," Hermione said boldly, fluttering her lashes.

"Are you positive?"

"...No?"

Hermione gasped as his hand slipped under her skirt and spanked her once. She felt his hand sharply on her backside, and realized that he must have silently Vanished her panties - and felt a tremor of arousal at both the momentary pain and his display of power.

It took three more slaps before it dawned on her.

"Oh! I... I engaged in indecent behavior on school property." The train was in fact Hogwarts property, and she had been going down on Harry in one of the compartments - warded as it was against any intruders or peeping toms. "But nobody saw..."

"Someone did," Harry smirked at her. "The Head Boy, no less. You must be punished for your behavior."

She nodded frantically, as he spanked her again.

"Somehow, I don't think taking points or giving detention will be enough for a troublemaker like yourself, Miss Granger."

"Uh huh," she moaned, as his other hand moved below her, his fingers tracing along her slit, leaving her needing more. "Please, sir."

His eyes flashed dangerously and the slap on her arse was even harder this time.

"Do you presume to tell me what to do, Miss Granger?"

"No! No, please - oh!" She cried out with the next slap.

"Each plea you make for mercy shall earn you another," Harry growled at her. She trembled on his lap, nodding.

"Do you understand?" He punctuated the question with another slap.

"Yes," she whined. "Ahh! Yes, sir!"

"That's better," Harry said, softer this time. She quivered, unable to look away from his eyes as he slowly slid a finger inside her heat. He knew her body like the back of his hand by now, and just how to crook that finger.

"Nnnngh," Hermione whined, her body bucking to take his finger deeper inside her. "Oh, s'good, ahhh!" He spanked her again.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

She shook her head, helpless in his grasp as he stroked her inner walls, just there -

"Harry!" She couldn't help herself - she had two of his long, agile fingers just where she needed them the most.

"You don't seem to learn your lessons very well, do you?"

Hermione rolled her hips, taking him further in, biting her lip to keep any sound from escaping.

"Do you?"

"No," she wailed. There was no winning with him, if she talked he would spank her, and if she said nothing he did the same!

"Have you learned anything from my lesson, Miss Granger?"

"That the Head Boy is a hypocrite," she said daringly, and was rewarded by a series of slaps. Oh Merlin, she was going to be sore tomorrow...

"Such insolence," Harry breathed, unable to keep from grinning. She was very good at this game... "You are truly an unrepentant little wench..."

In one swift move, he had her up on her feet - sadly empty without his fingers - her clothes vanished, and her body pressed against the window.

"Ahhh!" Hermione cried. The glass was freezing against her poor breasts and belly, and her nipples hardened to sharp little nubs instantly.

Harry chuckled and pushed her legs tight together, bound her wrists together with a whisper, and stuck them to the wall above her.

She was left standing on her toes, completely naked and shivering against the cold glass. It was absolutely delightful... Harry always found the best ways to keep her helpless.

His fingers found her entrance again, and pushed in forcefully. Her cry of surprise earned several more slaps.

Harry grinned as he fucked her with his fingers for another few minutes, waiting for her to grow desperate - he knew she would, she always did. She looked a sight like this, her arse red hot from his ministrations, her warmth so tight around him...

"Please, please, Harry, I need you -" She was nearly crying with need. "Come inside me - please! I've learned my lesson, oh please, oh Harry."

He spread her carefully, rubbing himself against her opening before pushing the tip inside. She clenched around it, trying to entice him in. It was very tempting...

"I'll be good, please, I promise - "

"You promise?" He hissed, hardly able to hold himself back - she felt so perfect.

"I promise I promise nnngh!" She wailed as he filled her with one stroke, pushing her hips hard against the window.

She could do nothing but cry out as he pushed into her over and over again, shoving her against the window each time, abusing her breasts against the frosty, unyielding surface.

"Going to be good this whole year?"

"Going to - ahh - be good - for you - always!" Hermione cried, feeling her climax approaching. Harry groaned in approval, shifting his stance, grabbing her hips, and shoving up and into her hard and fast.

"Oh - Harry - love - you - ohhhhh!" She shrieked as she came, clenching about him, and Harry put one hand beside her on the glass and pounded into her harder, drawing out her climax until at last he came as well, roaring as he filled her up.

When his brain began to work again, he reached around, palming her breasts - they were soft and cool, and her nipples were harder than he'd ever seen them. Finally, he let her hands down, sighing as he thrust into her a few more times, making her murmur in pleasure.

He turned her around and took her mouth with his own. It was soft and sweet, like so much of her, and he tasted her to his heart's content before he finally released her and let her get dressed.

After the feast, Professor McGonagall led the Head Boy and Girl to their new quarters. Their common room was located behind a painting of a unicorn on the fourth floor. It was cozy, with two couches, two armchairs, a roaring fire, and several bookshelves.

Hermione instantly ran to check the shelves, perusing the books with excitement. Harry watched her fondly, only half listening as their Professor said goodnight.

"Oh - good night, Professor!"

Hermione giggled excitedly as she held up two books. Harry came over to look, and his eyes widened.

"How to Become an Animagus in Thirteen Moderately Difficult Steps, by James Potter? Charms for Dummies, by Lily Evans-Potter? What..."

"These shelves are filled with books written by former Head Girls and Head Boys," Hermione told him, then brought out one last book. "And look at this..."

She opened the newest book, and Harry had to tear his eyes away from the books his parents had written. There, on the left page, was his name and picture - and on the right, Hermione's!

"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, Hogwarts Head Boy and Girl, 1997-98." Hermione flipped it back twenty pages and there were pictures of his parents! He had never seen those pictures before... Lily was smiling, in a way that reminded him awfully of Hermione, and beckoning to James, across the page... James Potter hurried over to Lily's side of the page, seized his future wife in his arms and kissed her senseless.

Harry gaped as James slowly pushed Lily's robes over her shoulders. Hermione gasped and closed the book over his fingers.

"Do you think our pictures will do that?" Harry wondered, that look in his eye.

Hermione took a step backward, and Harry stepped towards her. She felt like his helpless prey, waiting to be taken down by this fierce predator. She flitted away as swift as a gazelle, and Harry raced after her, abandoning the books for a later time, intent on his witch...

Hermione ran across her room, looking for somewhere to hide - when strong hands grabbed her and tossed her back onto the four poster as if she were as light as a doll.

Winded, she couldn't get back up at first - and then there was her lover, pinning her down, holding her where he wanted her.

"Caught you," Harry growled triumphantly.

"Finders keepers," Hermione whispered.

Oh yes, Harry thought as he bit down on her neck, he was definitely going to be keeping her.

Harry had kept his class schedule simple - NEWT Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione on the other hand was taking not only those four, but also: Potions, Herbology, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy (she would be taking the History and Muggle Studies NEWTs at the end of the year, but with individual study). Harry lamented that Hermione was going to be fairly busy, but he knew she would put aside her homework in a moment if he asked her to. Just like he would drop anything for her.

In the first week alone they had found the time to shag in fourteen different broom closets, the Astronomy Tower, the Gryffindor Common Room (under their invisibility cloak), and on numerous occasions in their own quarters.

Their Defense class was on Friday mornings. When they first walked in, Hermione blushed - and their Professor looked rather flustered as well.

After all, Remus Lupin had walked in on them having sex at least a dozen times that summer.

Hermione fidgeted nervously in her chair for the first few minutes, and Lupin was studiously avoiding looking over in her and Harry's direction. Harry found the situation to be rather amusing. In the summer, Hermione had been excited, and only mildly embarrassed at being caught... But now that Lupin was their Professor, she seemed heartily embarrassed at their past actions.

Harry knew quite well that Hermione looked up to authority figures more than anyone he knew... But most importantly, she found comfort and excitement in her boyfriend taking on that role. He wondered, for a moment, if Hermione had had a crush on Lupin back in 3rd year... Or possibly, even later on. That meant that this class could be very interesting indeed.

Despite her flush, Hermione was avidly taking notes on everything Remus - Professor Lupin she reminded herself, she would have to get out of the habit of calling him by his first name - was saying. He really was an excellent professor, she thought happily, and it was good to have him back at Hogwarts - despite her embarrassment.

It was a shock when she felt something suddenly pushing at her folds. She twitched slightly, and looked over at Harry, who was looking up at the board and taking notes.

What... Oh fuck bloody shite. The... thing, which she couldn't see under her robes, was pressing inside of her, slow and steady, and it was long and hard and stretching her wide open.

Hermione tried a whispered finite, but when it didn't work, she gave up... and gave in. She shifted to get more comfortable, leaning back and spreading her legs for it.

Harry looked over at last, and his smirk let her know that he was responsible - thank Merlin. Her cheeks were an adorable pink, her expression absolutely innocent and studious, despite her provocative position. Still, he wanted to see a bit more of a reaction.

The spectral cock thrust all the way in, and Hermione shuddered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip for a moment before she affected a casual look again.

It began moving within her, as surely as Harry's cock did - and when she squeezed around it, she was certain it had the same contours... What kind of spell was it? Hermione wondered, as she stared into a spot in front of the board and attempted to focus. Harry was wicked with charms, but he had never showed her this kind of charm before.

Hermione shuddered after a particularly vigorous thrust, leaning forward in her seat to adjust her robes, and tightened around it - oh. That felt even better. She carefully angled forward, biting on the end of her quill to keep quiet, and the intruder kept shagging her, slow but deep, power in each thrust.

At the front of the room, Remus was growing increasingly irate. He could smell her - strong and distinctive and so very Hermione... He had been tortured with it all summer. Remus was fascinated by the scent of her - cinnamon and all woman, captivated by the sounds of her pleas and exaltations, riveted by the sight of her supple curves and wide eyes... And he was sure in the knowledge that she would taste absolutely perfect on his tongue, and feel like soft surrender underneath him.

And here she was, in his class, drawing his attention and sapping him of his self-control! He was her professor again, and he couldn't touch her now, now or ever, and she was doing this to him - it was unforgiveable.

He finished the lecture, gave out the homework, and let them go five minutes early. He turned his back on the leaving students, keeping his feet rooted to the floor.

Yet her scent - it was still here! He whirled and saw her standing by her seat, her mouth open in a silent moan, her pupils large from arousal, lips swollen from where she had bitten them to keep from making noise.

"What are you still doing here, Miss Granger?"

"I," she gasped, her eyes rolling slightly before she shook her head and fought to get control of her body.

He stepped closer, unable to stop himself. The smell of her was overwhelming, and he hardened fully in his robes.

"I, I..." Hermione stuttered - and her knees gave out.

He seized her by the waist, yanking her up and into a savage, biting kiss. She opened for him, clutching desperately to his robes, and the wolf inside him needed to claim her, show her, that he was in charge. He felt her, warm and soft against him, and rubbed against her possessively -

But the Professor fought against the wolf - and he managed to pull away, tearing her hands away from him.

"Professor," she whined piteously.

He looked into her eyes and was lost - usually such a sweet brown, now they were nearly black with need and desire - for him?

"Please," she gasped, and teetered to the side.

This time both men moved to catch her. Remus stared at Harry, suddenly realizing he was still in the room. Panic dawned on him... He had kissed his best friend's son's girlfriend - right in front of him. He waited to be hexed... He deserved it.

"Kiss her again," Harry said calmly. "She likes it."

Biting down the thought how like James and Lily these two are, Remus began to tear at her robes. She had tortured him for too long, and the wolf would take what he desired.

Harry chuckled at the older man's urgency. It seemed it lay to him to ward the room against any... unwanted intruders.

"She won't need any preparation," Harry informed Remus. He cancelled his charm, and Hermione wailed, as she felt empty again.

Remus dragged her up to his desk. Hermione stumbled behind him in her bra and panties, her robes around her ankles.

When he pushed, she fell forward, her hands barely catching herself, moaning as he yanked down her panties, and without ceremony, plunged inside her.

She let out a desperate, keening cry as Remus began to fuck her savagely. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into her like a wild animal - no finesse, just need and power and she was so close already.

Gentle hands lifted her face up, and she looked up into Harry's caring eyes.

"Open up for me, beautiful."

She did so gladly, and Harry slipped inside her mouth, sliding slowly down her throat, filling her up. She shivered as he used her mouth for his pleasure. She was filled up on both ends, and it was amazing.

"So good," She heard Harry groaning. Remus was cursing behind her, pulling and pushing her hips to make her take him in fully. He bottomed out with each thrust, and Hermione began to quiver. Her senses were on overload - she was so full, and Remus kept hitting her sweet spot, making her scream helplessly around Harry's cock...

Remus stabbed his thumb up her arse, and Hermione let out a muffled wail and came, trembling uncontrollably. They fucked her through it, and Hermione's vision grew hazy for a moment.

"Fuck. Hermione," Remus was gasping, and as she came back to her senses, she realized she felt more stretched suddenly. It was as if he had gotten bigger... His strokes had gotten wilder, even more vicious, and Hermione knew she was going to be sore.

Remus was growling now, plunging deep into her soft, tight depths, and Hermione was starting to feel nervous. He was growing inside her, and it was starting to hurt - he was able to move less and less, and Hermione shrieked around Harry's cock as Remus continued to swell inside her.

Remus clawed brutally at her nipples, all the while attempting to buck his hips. He could feel that familiar heat swelling up inside him - any minute now, he was going to fill her up with his seed - he didn't want it to end yet, but he hadn't had anything as good as this in years and it was just too much.

Hermione couldn't stop screaming – his tremendous cock was pressing insistently, and constantly, against her g spot... Remus reached around her, seized her clit between two fingers, and pinched it with his nails.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure crested inside of her, surging through every fiber of her being and leaving her completely wrung out... It was too much for her body, and she blacked out.

Remus drove his hips into her as hard as he could, his balls drawing up almost painfully. Remus howled with pleasure as he released inside the helpless young woman.

Mine, the wolf sang inside of him.

When Hermione came to, she discovered that Harry was kneeling in front of her, his perfect cock stroking between her breasts, and she was sadly empty of her Professor's gigantic cock.

"I'm sorry, beautiful. It seemed the Professor ran off while you were unconscious," Harry told her, with some amusement. "He seemed to have been embarrassed – couldn't even look me in the eye. Climb up here, love."

Still quivering from her climax, Hermione crawled up onto the desk. Harry eased her gently onto her knees, pushing her forward until her hands gripped the edge and her arse jauntily stuck up in the air.

He was constantly amazed at how lucky he was. His Hermione was sweet and obedient and just the loveliest creature to ever exist.

"You are beautiful," he whispered hoarsely, and pushed inside her. She twitched around him with a moan.

"Oh, Harry," she sighed.

After that they didn't speak for a while. Harry immersed himself in her, taking her slowly this time, enjoying every push into her welcoming heat.

Hermione was whimpering, totally unable to do anything but lie there, holding on to the desk as his cock leisurely penetrated to her deepest depths, assaulting every nerve ending with its unhurried, deliberate strokes.

He didn't think he could ever grow tired of this, possessing her so. They knew each other's bodies so well by now, but there was still something new to discover in each encounter. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Hermione, and spend the rest of his life doing so.

After half an hour of slow, disciplined shagging, Hermione came undone once more with a soft cry. Harry groaned, losing his control and taking her slightly harder, loving her whimpers as he took her hips in his hands and his thrusts grew more intense. It wasn't long before he came undone as well.

He held her close to him.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I you, darling," she answered, her smile glowing.

They kissed, and both thought briefly on their recent encounter.

"Did you enjoy our Professor?"

"Quite a bit." Hermione replied frankly. "That man can certainly shag. And that thing his cock did... I wonder what it was?"

Harry chuckled as he shrugged on his robes.

"We might have to ask him next time we see him. Maybe it's a werewolf thing?"

"I wouldn't mind doing it again," Hermione whispered. "Though maybe not right away, he really stretched me out."

"Hmmm." Harry shot her a thoughtful look. "Come along, beautiful. Let's get you back to our rooms. We could both use a nap. We're meeting Ginny in the Room of Requirement this evening."

Even after several orgasms, Hermione shuddered pleasurably at the thought. She would definitely need to sleep first; she wanted to be as energetic as she could be for a certain striking redhead.