If meeting Harry Potter had awakened her romantic urges, Ginny thought, then sharing a bed with Hermione Granger had awoken her sexual feelings.

The first time it happened, Ginny was falling asleep when she heard Hermione moan.

"Oh, Harry."

Her belly tingled at the older girl's voice. Hermione was breathing deeply, speaking softly, and along with it came another sound that took Ginny a moment to identify.

Hermione's leg was pressed against hers in the narrow bed, and it was quivering against her.

"Uhhh," Hermione groaned, and there was that wet sound, a little clearer, and Ginny knew what she was doing.

She could picture it so clearly, how Hermione's delicate fingers would push inside herself. Ginny had never tried it herself, but Hermione clearly had.

"Harry, please," Hermione whimpered. "Make love to me. Yes, like that. Right there, don't be afraid. I won't break, don't you know, I was made for you. Inside me, yes, all the way, I need to feel you deeper. Oh Harry."

Ginny shivered, and Hermione quieted for a moment. Ginny sighed, and, with her eyes closed, turned, rolling her leg over Hermione's, so she was pressed against her...

"Oh my god Ginny," Hermione hissed. "Oh my god."

The brunette was slowly pressing up against her thigh. Now Ginny could feel how wet Hermione was – could feel her hot and slick against her leg.

Hermione was moaning again, rolling her hips up against Ginny's sleeping form.

This was wrong, Hermione knew, but she couldn't seem to stop. Ginny was warm, and her thigh strong and hot between her legs.

Nobody had ever touched her there before, and now her sleeping friend had done so, completely unknowingly, and Hermione shouldn't be taking advantage of this, it was wrong...

But somehow one of her hands was clutching Ginny tighter to her, and then she bit her lip, grinding desperately until she came, muffling her own cries with her fist.

It was worth it, Hermione thought dazedly. It had never felt quite that good before. Having someone there made it all better. If Harry had been here instead, then it would have been perfect. She sighed quietly, and after a minute, pushed Ginny's leg carefully off of her.

A Gryffindor would open her eyes and kiss her then, Ginny told herself. But somehow she didn't. She lay there for what felt like hours, holding still until she was certain that Hermione was asleep, then crept away and into the bathroom.

She pushed down her sopping wet panties, shoved a hand down there, and rubbed furiously, finding where it felt best, until stars rose up from behind her eyes and she shook with the force of the feelings.

And like that Ginny knew that she didn't want Harry anymore. She wanted Hermione Granger. But as luck would have it... Hermione wanted Harry.

Ginny had slept beside Hermione several dozen more times that summer, before her fifth year, and a few times the following summer... But never again had Hermione touched her.

But Ginny couldn't help but want her every day and every night. It infuriated Ginny.

Oh, she saw other people... Dating Michael Corner was a bust. Shagging Astoria Greengrass throughout fifth year was fantastic, but still Hermione Granger haunted her dreams.

Then sheer torment arrived again, when Harry and Hermione inevitably got together the summer before her sixth year. While the Burrow was rebuilt (it had been burned to the ground near the end of the war, thankfully with nobody inside), Ginny stayed in Grimmauld Place.

She seemed to catch them shagging every other day. The first time she had been frozen, entranced...

Hermione was naked, splayed out beautifully on the living room coffee table. Her beautiful breasts, finally on full display for Ginny to see, bounced every time Harry thrust into her.

Her sweet pink lips were open wide as she screamed out her pleasure. Ginny didn't get herself together quite in time – she caught Harry's knowing glance, and now he knew she wanted his girlfriend. Yet Harry was as kind as ever, and never mentioned it.

Nor did he mention all the other times Ginny found them. Like the time she found them in the backyard, Harry lying in the grass with his pants around his knees as Hermione rode him. Or the time she had found them in front of the fireplace, late at night, moving slowly, kissing deeply, and whispering words of love.

But now it seemed he might want to talk about it.

Ginny stood outside the Room of Requirement, pausing as she thought about what Harry might have to say to her.

But tonight, she promised herself, she would be a true Gryffindor – so she opened the door and walked in.

The room contained a lavishly beautiful bed – and on that bed was a naked Hermione Granger. Her wrists and ankles were bound with silk ties, another of which was draped over her eyes.

Ginny walked forward, trembling, and vanished the silk ties.

Hermione looked up at her, unsurprised.

"What is this?" Ginny asked quietly.

"An invitation," Hermione said boldly.

"To what?" Her voice was shaky.

"To me."

Ginny looked at Hermione, really looked at her, and saw the honesty, and the hopefulness, behind all the brashness. Sucking in a harsh breath, Ginny stepped forward.

Hermione moved her hands slowly, crossing them behind their head.

"What about Harry?"

"He was the one to invite you, wasn't he?"

Nodding, Ginny knelt on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she crawled towards Hermione, who was holding very still, watching her approach.

"Why now?"

"Because I saw you watching me and I finally knew you wanted me the way I want you."

She spoke so boldly that Ginny was shocked into silence.

Hermione smiled at her, sweet and beautiful as she always is, and slowly leaned forward and brought their lips together.

Ginny was numb, disbelieving. Hermione was kissing... her?

Hermione was kissing her! Shaking off her worries, Ginny grabbed Hermione around the waist and tugged her closer, kissing her more passionately than she had ever kissed anyone before.

The brunette moaned softly into her mouth, and Ginny kissed her greedily, her hands moving already, needing to touch and feel beautiful body on display... for her.

"Ginny," Hermione gasped, as her nipples hardened under soft, circling thumbs.

Hermione, Ginny thought, and explored, realizing that no matter how much she felt, caressed, or squeezed, that she wanted more. She finally broke off the kiss, helpless in her desire to taste those beautiful nipples.

She licked in circles, then sucked down hard.

"Fuck!" Hermione shrieked, her hands grabbing Ginny's head, keeping her close. Oh, it hurt, but it felt so good, too.

When Ginny finally pulled back, she smirked down at Hermione's red, abused nipples. They were throbbing with sensation, and more distended than they'd ever been before.

"Oh, oh, oh," Hermione squealed, as Ginny took the nipples between her fingers and pulled harshly. Then her soft mouth covered them again, healing and exciting her with wet licks...

"Ginny, please, need more," Hermione begged.

No, I need more. I've always needed more, Ginny thinks furiously, and shoves Hermione down onto her back.

The Head Girl gasped in shock, a reprimand on her lips when Ginny filled her with her fingers, and she was cut off with a strangled gasp.

"Ahhh," Hermione wailed, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion – Ginny's fingers were sharp inside her, curved to hit her sweet spot, and she moved them so fast... It felt amazing but so rough, and Hermione was quivering from the intensity.

She had made Hermione Granger speechless. The esteemed Head Girl was under her, whimpering helplessly, her eyes wide and staring.

Didn't know I could do this to you, did you? Ginny thought excitedly. But I can, and I won't stop. I have you here now, I'm not letting you go.

"Okay," Hermione gasped, still wriggling. "Whatever you like."

It's a heady rush, Hermione's submission, and Ginny couldn't regret that she had blurted out her secret thoughts, not if it got her this.

Ginny growled, shoving in deep with her fingers before twisting them out, and shoving Hermione, making her turn onto her front, on her hands and knees.

"Stay," Ginny ordered, putting a hand firmly on the small of her back, even as the other slid between her thighs and flicked at her clit.

"Uh," Hermione whimpered, nodding and shivering. She obediently held herself still.

Ginny stood quickly and undressed herself, watching as Hermione trembled on the bed, her hips bucking into the air every so often. She smirked – Hermione wanted her back in her, did she?

"Spread yourself open."

Hermione shivered at the commanding voice. She never knew Ginny could be like this – just how she needed it...

It was like being with Harry, almost – she was slipping into that dazed, contented space where she just had to listen and obey, and she didn't have to think, just feel and be taken care of.

Ginny was impatient at her hesitation, and slapped her arse.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Hermione wailed with each slap. She hurried to spread herself Ginny requested, her hands clutching her cheeks wide open, her face leaning forward into the bed to take her weight.

"Mmm," a groan escaped Ginny's mouth despite herself.

Hermione was so wet that three fingers slid easily into her soft heat. Ginny worked her hand with purpose, harder than before, twisting occasionally, slapping Hermione's ass with her other hand when she felt like it.

"Oh, please," Hermione choked out. It felt so good, so perfect, and she wanted to come so desperately.

Ginny smiled with pleasure.

"Close already?"

"Uh huh," Hermione gasped in agreement. Ginny hummed with approval and spanked her again, making her cry out into the mattress.

Ginny moved her hand harder, excited to feel Hermione coming apart around her fingers. She longed to feel her surrender to her orgasm, even better than the first time Hermione had rubbed off on her, because now she'd get to feel everything, every convulsion, as Hermione's body tried to suck her in.

"That's it, come around me," Ginny growled, inhaling deeply, enjoying the scent of Hermione's arousal.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried desperately, her hands slipping, but coming back quickly to keep holding herself open – Ginny never said to let go.

Then her head was being jerked back by a hand grabbing her hair, and Ginny was smashing their mouths together, biting at her lips.

"Hermione," Ginny groaned, and as she kissed her, she shoved a fourth finger inside her pretty witch, slamming in as deep as she could.

Hermione shrieked as Ginny pushed her into her climax, her hands falling to grasp the bed, clawing at the sheets as she shoved her body back into Ginny, trying to get her deeper, deeper, there...

Ginny groaned at the sight of Hermione in ecstasy, the feel of her pulsing around her hand, and carefully pushed a fifth finger closer.

In the throes of her orgasm, Hermione fucked back without thinking, trying to take in more, more, deeper – rocking back on her knees, she screamed...

Hermione had dropped back, using her full weight and gravity to fall, and impaled herself – she had slid further down, taking all of Ginny's fingers, and her hand, up to her wrist.

Ginny stared in amazement – Hermione's pussy was caressing her entire hand. Her hand was fairly small compared to a guy's... But she had never thought Hermione could just take it all inside her.

"So hot," Ginny gasped.

Hermione was quivering, looking like she was about to push forward, and escape from what she had started, but Ginny wasn't about to let that happen – she pulled Hermione close against her, her hand firm on her throat, forcing her to arch her back.

Hermione wailed and shook, her orgasm continuing to crescendo instead of calming... It was pulling her in to something big, something amazing and seemingly unending.

Oh god, Ginny felt enormous inside her – she knew she had done something on accident, something too much, because this was too powerful for her – she was starting to get scared...

But Ginny's hand was firm on her throat, and that was calming, knowing she was holding her close – Ginny would take care of her, Hermione knew, despite how crazy and intense this all felt.

"Amazing," Ginny purred in her ear. "Hold very still now."

Slowly and carefully, Ginny began to curl her fingers, tucking them back into her palm, rubbing against the tight walls surrounding them... It was tough, but she finally had a solid fist.

Hermione screamed mindlessly through the process; it was too much, too big, what –

"You've got this," Ginny purred. "That's a good girl."

Those were her magic words, and Hermione gurgled helplessly as her body quaked again, clenching around Ginny's fist in her second orgasm.

It felt amazing, and she was perfectly filled – then it got better.

Ginny kissed her neck as she slowly pushed her arm up, digging her fist into Hermione's depth.

Hermione's cries were nonsensical at this point, and Ginny marveled at how long her orgasm lasted – her pussy was still trying to milk her fist, as if maybe that would make it stop.

But her fist wasn't a cock, liable to come, and grow soft. She could hold it there forever, Ginny thought gleefully, fucking Hermione until she was completely out of her mind with pleasure. She could make her come over and over and over...

Hermione's convulsions grew harder as Ginny pushed in deeper. Helpless screams turned into sobs as the tears in Hermione's eyes began to spill.

"Ahhh," Hermione sobbed. She had never thought she could take someone's fist before – this was possibly the most amazing and hardest thing she had ever done, and the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life.

Ginny groaned, kissing Hermione's neck lovingly as she fucked her. This woman was amazing in so many ways. Ginny had never tried fisting before, but of course it would be Hermione who went the extra mile.

She had taken in Ginny's fist without any advanced preparation... Ginny imagined part of it was how wet Hermione got, and the other part was that she had a lot of sex, and was used to some amount of stretch...

Ginny wiped away a feeling of jealousy at that thought. She knew this was just a one-time thing for Hermione, no matter that Ginny wanted this every night, if she could only have it.

A spark of anger at being used flew through her, and she shoved her fist in harder...

Hermione screamed to bring the house down, and Ginny froze, her fist deep inside the older girl.

"Baby?" She asked hesitantly.

Hermione sobbed, and turned her tear-streaked face back to meet her eyes.

"Please... don't stop."

"I won't," Ginny whispered her promise. She pulled out and pushed in again, then again, and again, cherishing the way Hermione clung around her, so soft and wet and hot...

"Perfect, Hermione," Ginny told her breathlessly. "So perfect, you feel so good – oh fuck, you going to come again for me?"

Hermione whined helplessly. She had barely begun to wind down when the sensation of an incredible climax began to build yet again. Would this be the third now? As if reading her mind, Ginny growled in her ear.

"How many times can you come, baby? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? Does that feel good? Does that hurt? Both?"

Hermione tried to say a reply, but it came out as a shriek as Ginny pushed in further than ever.

"You're going to be good, even if it hurts, aren't you?" Ginny growled, on a roll. "You're going to stay right here and take it, take everything I give you, because you're my little present for the evening, and you'll do as you're told, won't you, baby?"

Hermione tried to nod through the screams that were torn helplessly from her throat.

Ginny was speeding up as she spoke, driving her fist deep into Hermione's tight heat – and finally, she hit bottom, just as she purred...

"Such a good girl."

"Ginnyyyyyy!" Hermione wailed, her body going taut before she shuddered, coming apart in a million little pieces. She was dazed, her eyes fluttering closed, everything starting to fade away – she was completely full, completely satisfied, and now that she had experienced absolute pleasure she was going to go to her death happy...

Ginny felt Hermione going limp in her arms, even as her pussy quaked and quivered around her arm.

"Oh no, not yet," Ginny declared, smirking, and she drew her fist almost all the way out, before plunging it back in, cleanly striking her cervix.

The shock of it restarted Hermione's brain, and she wailed to the heavens as she came back to earth, feeling everything again – Ginny's strong, lithe arm pounding into her, the hand around her throat, and hot lips on her ear.

Ginny was dripping – she had never been this aroused before, not even with something inside her.

Hermione was beautiful, and completely under her power, she thought with glee. Ginny told her, whispering again and again in her ear, how amazing and perfect she was.

"Relax, 'mione, relax," Ginny purred. "Just let it wash over you..."

"Nnnn," was all Hermione was able to say.

Ginny brought her to another quaking orgasm, and still she couldn't bring herself to stop. If this was the only time she could have her, she would enjoy it – she would make this last.

Hermione may not love her, Ginny thought, but she would remember her, she would remember her touch, her lips, her words – she was going to be the best fuck Hermione ever had. And maybe, that traitorous voice of hope whispered in Ginny's mind, she would come back for more.

Hermione had fallen into a pit of pleasure and there was no way out. She couldn't stop coming, and wondered if her body would ever stop, if Ginny would ever let her. If she didn't die of pleasure, she would probably eventually die of thirst.

The hand around her throat disappeared, and then she was pushed forward. With no strength in her arms, Hermione fell face-first onto a pillow, her arms useless at her sides.

"Fuck," Ginny groaned, looking down at Hermione's limp body. The brunette managed to turn her head to the side, and look at her.

Ginny smirked at her, then glanced down at her arm, which was buried almost to the elbow in Hermione Granger's twat.

"Three more, I think," Ginny mused, and knelt down, straddling Hermione's leg. Her pussy settled against the back of Hermione's smooth, firm calf, and she moaned. Very carefully, she rubbed herself against it.

Ginny tried very hard to focus on her goal – making Hermione come thrice more, for a grand total of seven times. It was a magically strong number, after all – Hermione had lectured her on it before.

Finally, Ginny thought with pleasure, she was the one in charge. She rested her other hand on the bed, giving herself plenty of grounding, and adjusted her right shoulder.

She clenched her right fist tighter, and began to really move.

Hermione moaned and shivered, but the rest of her body was exhausted and limp. The only moving part of her was her ever-clenching pussy.

Ginny was now able to move fast, driving in and out with powerful thrusts. It wasn't quite like punching, it was smoother and less violent – the movement was almost like churning butter, Ginny thought suddenly, and laughed.

Hermione mewled, and began to shiver again – she was really going to come again, wasn't she? It was silly to expect otherwise...

It felt amazing, but she was already feeling sore as well. Ginny wouldn't stop, though, and Hermione wouldn't tell her to stop – not when she was making her come.

Ginny felt Hermione pulse around her, and ground herself down on Hermione's leg. The sensations were too much, and she flew into her first orgasm of the evening, incredibly pleased.

"Uh, uh, uh," Ginny moaned throatily. That felt fantastic, and Hermione hadn't even actually touched her.

Hermione was happy and dazed as she crested for the fifth time. This was marvelous, she'd never come this many times before... She had had two with Harry and Remus that morning, but that seemed so far away now. It had been so wonderful and intense, but now all she could think of was Ginny, Ginny's little smirk, her athletic thrusts, and god, her stamina.

She sighed in contentment as Ginny slowed her thrusts into her, distracted with her own orgasm. She had never thought of her calves as an erogenous zone before, but she couldn't deny she enjoyed the feeling of Ginny rubbing herself off against her. She was so slick, maybe as wet as Hermione...

"Oh!" Hermione wailed, her eyes opening wide as Ginny recovered and speared into her with her fist. "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

"So good," Ginny groaned. "Take me in, fuck, Hermione, so wanton, such a good girl."

She shuddered at the words, and Ginny smirked.

"You love that, don't you?"

Hermione tried to nod, though her body was shaking.

"Doing what I like," Ginny cooed. "Being controlled, being possessed – " She punctuated the word with a forceful push.

Hermione nodded again, staring back at Ginny, who didn't let up.

"I get to do whatever I want to you," Ginny purred, and Hermione's mouth opened wide as Ginny swiped her hand on her own pussy, drew it up, soaked with juices – and thrust two wet fingers into her ass.

Hermione's ass clenched unhelpfully – oh god, now Ginny's fist felt even thicker.

"Ah," Ginny sighed. "Every part of you is so tight, but I'm going to open you up..." She proved it with a sudden third finger, and Hermione's throat worked enough to let out a whimper.

Every part of her was on fire, it seemed, but she didn't want it to end... Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and she focused on the feeling of the intrusions in her sensitive, over-stretched orifices.

She barely noticed as she was rolled over, only realizing it when teeth fastened over her clit.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Hermione was gone again, lost to pleasure, and Ginny smirked and put extra force into her thrusts.

Now, Ginny thought, she couldn't stop. For Hermione to have one more, it would need to get even more intense.

That was just what Ginny was going to give her. She hauled her fist out, holding the widest part at the very entrance to Hermione's stretched pussy – and made several short back and forth jabs.

Hermione screamed and screamed, clenching again and again – and Ginny plunged inside, bashing her fist into her cervix, and she did it again, and again.

Hermione's eyes were rolled back now, and her body had frozen, shivering, as her pussy muscles constricted around Ginny's fast-moving arm.

More, Ginny thought frantically. What more could she do? It hit her – of course.

She whispered the words to a spell she had learned when she first began to masturbate.

Hermione howled as her clit began to vibrate. It started soft, then grew fast, and her body began to jerk in anticipation.

"Fuck," Ginny breathed, watching as Hermione keened and trembled her way to orgasm.

The pleasure was blinding, and Hermione felt like she was floating, floating far away on a cloud... It was all too much.

Hands took her head, and Ginny kissed her lips.

"Thank you," Hermione heard her whisper, as if far away.

"Mmm," Hermione managed to reply.

Ginny pulled on her robe, looking one more time at the great beauty on the bed, and hurried to her dorm.

Hermione continued to float for a long while, oblivious to the outside world.

Some time later, her eyes opened, and she registered that Harry was sitting beside her, and she was tucked under the covers of their bed, back in the Head's Suite.

"You are incredible," he told her, love and adoration in his eyes. "My good girl."

Hermione mmmed, and smiled.

Harry leaned forward and took her head in his hand, lifting it and gently opening her mouth – he poured a vial of blue potion down her throat.

Hermione was very grateful for the help – and the potion, which she recognized for its unique anise taste as a pain relief potion, for it had wetted her very dry throat.

"That's a pain relief potion," Harry told her kindly. "Should kick in soon, and I also have this balm – I'm going to apply it gently, and it should relieve soreness and reduce any swelling."

Hermione smiled up at him, and he kissed her gently on the lips.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Anytime, love," was his reply, and her heart swelled with contentment.

Harry dabbed some balm on his fingers, and gently rubbed it on her entrance.

Hermione watched him, looking over the features of her beloved, and realized that he was quite hard, tenting his robes.

"She reached all the way inside me," Hermione whispered.

Harry shuddered slightly at the reminder. It had been one of the most attractive sights he had ever seen.

"I'm going to need the balm everywhere," she whispered, and he nodded – then paused.

"No, darling, you're sore. And my hands are much bigger than Ginny's, I'd tear you for sure – I won't do that."

Hermione blushed. He was probably right.

"I meant... You could use your cock."

Harry twitched in his robes. Hermione using dirty words never failed to turn him on.

"You're sore," he repeated, but Hermione just smiled at him.

"It's the only way," she cajoled, her eyes sparkling.

"It won't work," Harry smiled, sure of his logic. "The balm reduces swelling... I wouldn't be able to stay hard, regardless of your charms."

"So conjure a condom." As always, Hermione had a solution.

Harry was about to protest again, but she cut him off.

"I want you too," Hermione pleaded. "I want to end every night and start every day with you inside me."

That was... impossibly hot and beautiful and promised just the kind of future he wanted with her.

"Please don't say no," Hermione looked up at him longingly. "I don't need to come, I just need to feel you there, where you belong. Don't you know I was made for you?"

It's that thought, that her purpose is to be his, that it is the most important thing to her – that decides it. No matter what they do for fun, who they do for fun, Harry knew that Hermione would never stop being his.

"Okay," he said hoarsely. In moments, he had rolled the conjured condom over his erection, and coated it with the balm. He used his fingers for a minute, carefully applying it to the first few inches inside Hermione, and then he couldn't wait any more.

Yet he stopped just as he rested his cock at her entrance.

"Are you sure, beautiful?"

"Yes, love," Hermione smiled, and he kissed her.

"Love you," he groaned, and sank in. She was so warm around him, and her walls were still fluttering, even long minutes after her orgasm.

"Get it everywhere, please," Hermione whispered.

Harry obeyed, circling his hips, then canting them, sliding deep.

"I need..." He slipped out, and turned Hermione to her side, then nestled up behind her. Harry pushed in again, sliding deeper with the new position.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione sighed happily. "There you are."

"Right here," Harry groaned, rolling his hips into her. This is perfect, being able to hold her, and barely moving yet going so deep. He shimmied slightly, and with the next roll, he felt her cervix.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped, and shivered. The balm worked fast – the terrible soreness had left her after his first few thrusts, and now she just felt... Tingly and sensitive, so very sensitive...

"Harry, the balm," Hermione let out a strangled moan. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"What's wrong?" Harry gasped, stilling.

"What... It's... Oh please, fuck me!" Hermione gasped, eyes wide and desperate as she attempted to thrust back against him.

"Feels good?" Harry smiled. "So sensitive, sweet girl."

"Yes," Hermione was shivering. "Everything.... So sensitive... Oh god!"

She convulsed, and Harry swore as she tightened around him like a vise.

"Beautiful, good, girl," he gasped, trying to keep thrusting but barely able to... She was so tight, even after being fisted... Wait a minute, that shouldn't be possible...

Hermione was shaking and coming apart in his arms, and her incredibly tight heat was clutching around his cock... He groaned her name and released, coming hard.

It was incredibly intense, and after a minute, he realized he was still clenching in orgasm.

"Hermione, you, so tight, fuck, fuck..."

She just whimpered in reply, completely unable to stop climaxing. How did he feel so enormous inside her, right after Ginny's fist?

"What," Hermione managed to whimper, "Was – that – balm?"

"After-sex balm," Harry gasped, "Made by – fuck – the twins."

"They – lied," Hermione mewled. "Oh, oh, oh, Harry!" She wailed, completely losing her mind. The waves crashed over her again and again.

"Not just – for soreness," Harry grimaced. Oh fuck, she was wringing an endless climax from him... He doubted he had any more sperm to release, but he kept orgasming dry. His balls felt sore, his buttocks continually tightened and untightened, but it the most amazing thing – was this how Hermione felt, being multi-orgasmic?

"Oh fuck!" Hermione screamed, and Harry's eyes rolled back as she tightened further. "Harry, oh god, no, too big!"

He realized dazedly that if the balm was making her incredibly tight, he must be feeling larger to her with each moment.

"Have to – pull out," Harry moaned, despite his cock's desperate wish to stay where it was. He tried, oh did he try, but it was no use – she had him good, all the way inside her, harder than he'd ever been.

Hermione was starting to cry, even through her orgasm – Remus had swelled inside her, but he had nothing on Harry right now. Whatever the balm was, it had made him impossibly big – she didn't think she could take it...

And she had taken Ginny's fist earlier, and part of her arm... Oh Merlin, how big must Harry be now? Bigger than that?

Hermione shuddered.

"It's good – it's making me so sensitive, or your cock would be ruining me," Hermione choked out.

"Not me," Harry panted, one hand going to feel the base of his cock, just in case. It seemed as thick as it usually did.

"Reduced your swelling, shrunk you," Harry gulped. "around me. Tighter... than a virgin."

"Much," Hermione moaned, quite relieved that was the problem, rather than her original thought.

"I don't know... Oh fuck, we need a spell."

Hermione tried to think of something, anything, but she was distracted by her never-ending orgasm, and nothing came to mind.

"If only we could apparate in Hogwarts," Hermione gasped.

"Goddamn," Harry groaned. "Oh shit. I think I... I know... what to do."

"What?" Hermione moaned.

"You won't. Like it."

"Try me."

"Dobby."

Hermione shuddered – she didn't need to think about their little house elf friend during sex. Wait – maybe that would make her stop orgasming? And Harry less hard?

"Good idea, think about Dobby!"

"No..." Harry moaned. "Not enough. Thought – call him. Pop me away."

"Oh." Hermione tried to think about it. "Awkward."

"Totally," Harry agreed. "Got... better plan?"

Hermione shivered and clenched particularly hard around him.

"No..."

"Better do it. Before you break my cock."

Hermione whined as Harry laughed, making him shake inside her.

"Covers..."

Harry managed to pull the covers over them.

"Dobby?" He croaked.

A tiny pop, and they had a visitor.

"Harry Potter! Is you needing another contraceptive potion?"

Hermione buried her face in the pillow, intent on avoiding looking at Dobby. Oh god, if only she could stop coming!

"Dobby, please, can you pop me into the bathroom? The twins... they gave us a product... that stuck us together."

"Of course!" A tiny hand touched Harry's shoulder, and he was suddenly in the restroom.

"Anything else?" Dobby asked eagerly.

Harry blinked up from the bathroom floor.

"Oh no. I'm fine. Thanks, Dobby."

"Good night, Harry Potter!"

Harry looked up at the ceiling and groaned.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?" came a slightly more relaxed voice from the bedroom.

"You okay?"

"I think so. I may be ridiculously tight now, though."

"Not helping my erection go away, Hermione," Harry called.

"Oh. Come here, then.'

Harry slowly got to his feet, and walked on wobbly legs to the bed, where he collapsed beside Hermione.

She giggled at him and pulled the covers over them.

"The bathroom floor is not very comfortable," Harry announced.

"Poor baby," Hermione crooned. She pulled off the condom, tied it with ease, and vanished it.

"Why did you tie it off if you were going to vanish it?" Harry wondered.

"That's what the modern heroines of my smutty stories do," Hermione replied. "But do you care, or do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Both?" Harry suggested.

"Mmmkay," Hermione smiled, and wiggled down.

Harry sighed. She was perfect, really, and he didn't need much, just a few good sucks... He cursed as he came.

Hermione pressed a kiss to the head of his cock and crawled back up.

"That was different." She was rather surprised.

"You milked me dry with the first million," Harry pointed out.

"I miss the taste," Hermione pouted, and Harry grinned and kissed her.

"It'll be a great hardship for me, but I suppose I could oblige the woman I love... in the morning. Or afternoon. Or maybe even on Sunday. I feel like I could sleep forever."

"I know the feeling," Hermione sighed. "Okay, sleep, then breakfast in bed, then blowjobs, and finally, we're going to murder the twins."

"You read my mind," Harry smiled.

Hermione laughed and snuggled in closer.

"Mmm..."