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“Let’s see how quiet you can be, Miss Granger,” he teased and pushed into her with one slow, deep stroke. Her mouth parted open for a deep moan, which he caught with his hand, giving her a chance to recover. “Don’t tell me you’re surrendering already, beautiful,” he teased.

“Of course not,” she responded, but she was careless, confident in her silencing spell. He pulled back, then rolled his hips, as hard as her bed would allow without creaking suspiciously.

From the other room, a glass broke, mixing in with the laughs. The girls were clearly having fun. He fucked her through it, picking up speed once someone turned on the music at the party, which would give Hermione plausible deniability for her mistakes. “Harder,” she begged.

He gave her what she wanted, but only after leaning in for a kiss. Her legs wrapped around him, needy once more. “I missed you so much,” she moaned.

“I’m just a call away, beautiful,” he responded, taking her, slow but insistent, watching her face contort with pleasure.

“Faster,” she begged.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deep while her hips moved faster. “You’re playing fire, beautiful. What if your friends decide to get greedy and want to take a turn with me? Don’t tell me that you’re not possessive,” he whispered.

He wasn’t afraid of uttering those words, because after spending all that time with Hermione, he had long realized that she had a tendency to get carried away as long as she was challenged appropriately.

Though, there was a reason he was saying those words while applying his full range of tricks.

“You’re mean,” she whimpered.

“No, Hermione, this is mean,” he responded, slowing his moves even more to turn their passion into a fun crawl, kissing her, feeling her gasp against his lips.

“Fine, I surrender,” she gasped. “Just let me ride.”

“As you wish, baby,” he responded, flipping. She rode him, soon burying her face against his neck to keep reasonably silent, the party a thin wall away. She believed that the silencing spell was firmly in place, which was only mostly true.

All he needed was good timing from one of the visitors.

The new angle hit her hard. He grabbed her ass and set a rhythm that was all grind and no bounce, the kind that didn’t rattle furniture and still drove her crazy.

“Imagine the scandal if the party had noticed what’s going on,” he whispered. “The silent bookworm, turning into a slut while the party goes on next door. Imagine the gossip,” he whispered.

She just moaned harder, which didn’t come as a surprise. While her kinks toward a more crowded bed were still a bit of mystery, he had no doubt how much she enjoyed being fucked while her friends were in the other room.

He had known that since their little park adventure. With each utterance of risk, she tightened further, proving just how excited she got by the idea of getting caught.

For all her reputation as a good and proper girl, Hermione had suspiciously few limits once she had committed her first transmissions.

He couldn’t help but thank Weasley’s incompetence.

“It would be so bad,” she whispered, but her voice was filled with excitement rather than fear. “I can’t imagine if one of the girls saw my private … celebration.”

“Well, you might have to imagine it, because you’re moaning loudly enough to draw a curious guest,” he warned. “Maybe we should stop until they leave.” Naturally, he had no such fear. Hermione would never accept that, confident in her silencing spell, and even if she did, he had a lot of ways to convince her otherwise.

“No! Don’t slow down,” she begged.

“Fine, your friends, your call,” he teased, once again fascinated by how flexible her otherwise strict rules got in the throes of pleasure. Though, she was betting on a game she believed to be rigged.

She was wrong.

Two minutes later, their little bait paid off. A face appeared at the crack, her face contorted with shock, while her blush quickly climbed to rival her face. The crack wasn’t large enough to show her face. Even the flash of red hair wasn’t distinctive because there were two redheads with Holly back at the Three Broomsticks.

He acted unaware of her presence, drilling Hermione hard, her loud moans perfectly audible to their redheaded guest because she was in the inner field of the spell, hearing everything.

And, seeing almost everything.

He smirked. He always loved putting a show for a sexy woman. He could easily keep going while keeping Hermione unaware of their uninvited guest, but that would be against the point of it.

He pulled her into a kiss. “We have a visitor watching us,” he whispered just before he kissed her hard, preventing her panicked response. His hips got faster, feeling her getting even tighter rather than getting disgusted by the idea.

It was all he needed to escalate.

“Let’s give your naughty friend a show,” he whispered as he grabbed her ass, and kissed her again, giving their nameless redhead watcher a reason to believe she hadn’t been caught.

“I—“ she whispered, but a moan killed her words.

“I’m sure your good friends wouldn’t begrudge you for having a little private celebration after your great distress,” he whispered, but this time, he didn’t kiss her, giving her a chance to abort.

She didn’t say anything, but her hips continued to move while she pressed her face to his shoulder, which was answer enough. She bit his shoulder, and he responded by moving faster and faster.

She whispered to his ear. “Who is watching?”

“You do realize I don’t know your friends, right?” he whispered back.

“This is so wrong,” she whimpered.

“Then, why are you moving faster?” he teased. He wasn’t afraid of whispering because their bodies colliding created enough sound to cover it. His own variant of silencing spell, he supposed.

“The sooner we finish, the faster the humiliation ends,” she argued, acting like it was a reasonable argument rather than a silly excuse. Her other set of lips were much more honest, tightening to a maddening degree.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Hermione Granger]

[+5 Wand Magic Theory]

They continued. “She’s still there?” she asked while trembling. “I mean, I’m not—“

He kissed her. “Don’t worry. I understand. My face is hidden behind your hair, further hidden by the shadows. Our naughty guest can’t see my eyes properly, and they are distracted by your fascinating body.”

Hermione’s breath hitched at his words, still a sucker for simple compliments. She moved without missing a beat. “This is wrong,” she whispered, but getting faster.

“Rise up,” he murmured, pushing her up, so that her movements would show off her amazing body. “If you’re going to put on a show, commit.”

She let out a helpless whimper, but she followed it. The grind became a roll. Lace rasped.

Carefully, he watched their observer. He was still unable to see anything but a glimpse of it. She just stood there in the dark corridor, nothing but a red glimpse of her hair truly visible.

Maybe she needed a more impressive show, he decided as he flipped Hermione without a warning, and soon, she was on all fours, and he was taking her from behind, hard enough that their sounds exploded.

He spanked Hermione, and she moaned. Heat punched through him so hard he had to breathe through his teeth. A few minutes later, he angled them a fraction more toward the door, which allowed him to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

He noticed two changes. First, the door was somewhat cracked open, allowing him to see more.

The other, their unwanted guest, had finally made a decision, and her finger was under her skirt.

He carefully watched her from the corner of his eye, appreciating the view. Admittedly, there was a lot to appreciate. Her body was toned to perfection, to a degree that he was sure that she was an athlete of some kind.

The body type was an indicator. She had amazing thighs, sculpted to perfection, the kind that required hours of dedicated exercise. Or some kind of magical reason, but he was confident in his read.

He picked up speed, giving her an even better show, Hermione’s moans turning obscene. Their guest had to cover her mouth to hide her moans as well.

He leaned forward to whisper. “Can you believe our audience is fingering herself?” he whispered. He expected her to stiffen for a second, but instead, she immediately picked up even more speed, her tightness turning phenomenal.

He realized that convincing her to ‘spice up’ their bed wouldn’t take much. Hermione wasn’t too far from climaxing.

Yet, it was their guest who had surrendered first.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Ginny Weasley]

[+25 Quidditch]

[Tertiary Special Character Defeated, Dean Thomas]

[+10 Charms]

[Quidditch Uninitiated -> Basic]

[Charms Uninitiated -> Basic]

He hummed as he picked up speed, not sure exactly what to feel about the reward. Discovering a secondary special character was always fun, but the skill he got … he certainly didn’t expect to get a professional magical sport.

The magical professional sport, considering how much space it took up in the newspapers. As for whether it was useful or useless, he would have to see after getting his hands on a broom and checking if he could use it.

He didn’t know, because none of his skills, even Quidditch, actually had information on who could use brooms.

In comparison, the gift from her boyfriend was far more useful. He might not be able to cast spells directly, but Charms was exactly what he needed, and even a basic skill gave him a lot of information.

He wasn’t exactly in a position he could consider a lot, but he realized that, without Wand Magic Theory, it would have been utterly useless.

With it, it was a different story. Suddenly, he had a much stronger hope for the new style he had in mind.

But, it could wait. The sexy redhead, who had a good chance of being Hermione’s prospective sister-in-law before he got into the picture considering her name, let out a desperate moan as she climaxed, which made Hermione tighten.

[Spectacular Personal Victory, +10 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Hermione Granger]

[+5 Wand Magic Theory]

Too bad that when he next looked, the door was closed, showing that Ginny’s little naughty streak had ended.

“We no longer have our guest,” he teased as he pulled out, lay next to her, and watched her tremble. “Too bad, because you enjoyed it far more than I expected.”

Her blush was thick enough to make him worry about her health. “I … I didn’t,” she whispered.

“So, the way you tightened the moment you heard the moan of our uninvited guest was a complete coincidence,” he said.

She didn’t answer, choosing to bury her face in his chest. He chuckled, caressing her back, helping her relax. “Is it … bad?”

“What do you think?” he asked rather than answering, letting her come to terms with it. Just because he wanted to expand their bedroom activities didn’t mean he would ignore her wishes or wanted to make her uncomfortable. Luckily, her enjoyment meant there was a very easy path.

He just needed to make a few moves.

“I don’t even know who it was?” she said.

“Can’t tell, I’m afraid. The corridor was dark, and I only saw a glimpse of red hair.” It was not true, even without the System hint, he had seen enough to describe her accurately. Back in the Three Broomstick, he had seen both redheads, and they were difficult to mistake for each other.

“Too bad,” she said, still shivering after her explosive climax.

“Well, if you want to learn, it’s easy. Let’s just join the party for a quick greeting, and I’m sure they will reach in a way that would give up themselves,” he said.

He expected her to refuse it, as there were multiple complicating factors, but she just bit her lips. “Fine,” she said. “Just…”

“Just what?” he asked.

“Some of my friends are really into a new fantasy game. They take it very seriously, so they can let some ridiculous things slip through. Just ignore them if they do.”

“Well, for you, I’ll make that great sacrifice,” he teased her. “What’s the game?” he asked.

She paused. “W&W,” she blurted out, panicking. “Wizards and witches. Very niche game.”

“Fine,” he said, kissing her rather than pushing her more, and she seemed relaxed at the idea.

“Fine, but give me a minute first,” she accepted soon, and quickly dressed in something that didn’t shout she had just experienced multiple orgasms, though it was in vain. There was no way to conceal her persistent smile.

Once she left, he dressed before waiting. He was happy with it, because the warning meant that her friends would slip a lot, and the best part, the crowded party meant that he could easily claim who had made the eventual reveal about the truth of magic.

He didn’t plan to confront Hermione about magic immediately, but having the ability to blame careless witches was a solid advantage.

He didn’t have to wait for long. Hermione returned, blushing furiously. After all, even if the silencing spell prevented most from hearing what had been going on, there was no chance they wouldn’t realize it after seeing Hermione’s glowing face.

Hermione was not a good actress.

“We can go in,” she said.

“Let’s impress your friends,” he said, kissing her cheek, and actually held her hand to walk in.

When he entered the room, the girls that filled the room started giggling. Even Holly, though that didn’t mean she was avoiding his gaze. For a girl who was happy to fuck her roommate’s boyfriend on the couch with great passion, she was surprisingly shy.

"So, this is your new man, Hermione. You were holding on to us,” one of them said.

“An upgrade over Ron, certainly,” another said.

“Hey, that’s my brother,” Ginny, who he knew thanks to the notification, said. Then, she looked at him, and he caught her gaze, smirking. He expected her to blush, but she just smiled naughtily, no doubt believing her little adventure had stayed a secret. “But yeah, a big upgrade.”

Hermione shuffled guiltily at the mention of Ron. He just caught her gaze, raised an eyebrow. She changed the topic quickly. "Everyone, this is Sam. Sam, you already know Holly." He nodded, amused by Holly’s avoidance.

“I’m Ginny Weasley, the sister of the unlucky sap ditched by our great Granger as you have heard,” she said casually, her tone confident and flirty without being excessive. The others showed no reaction, meaning it must be her usual attitude.

“A pleasure,” he said.

“Susan Bones,” Hermione pointed.

“H-hi,” Susan said, blushing deeply, showing she was somewhat shy. Amusingly, she was also a redhead, so when Hermione stiffened with sudden suspicion, he realized that Hermione had suddenly got a very mistaken idea about who had been peeking at them.

He was more than happy to let that mistake stand. Especially since even Susan’s excessively loose clothing couldn’t hide her incredible curves.

Hermione introduced others. Hannah Abbott, a brunette who was just as shy as Susan. Cho Chang, a girl who he immediately identified as another Quidditch played by her body type, his newly acquired skill allowing him to pick out the details. Lavender Brown, a blonde whose curves rivaled Susan, only displayed better.

“So, Sam, what do you do?” Lavender asked.

“I’m a boxer,” he said. Amusingly, of the four he had just met, only Lavender seemed to recognize it.

“A boxer, with gloves and everything,” she said. “I can’t believe we have a professional athlete,” she added, no doubt to inform others about it. “Practically a dueler, but only by punching each other,” she added when the others still looked confused.

He was glad that Hermione had given him the game excuse, or otherwise, his fake ignorance would have been impossible to maintain. Most of them were terrible at acting normal.

He decided not to be mean, so he didn’t ask any questions about their work or other similar stuff.

“Wow, that sounds fascinating,” Cho said, and she seemed to be serious about that.

“Isn’t it just hitting each other,” Hannah said, looking confused.

He shrugged. “In a way,” he said. “But it’s more like chess than most people realize. It’s all about controlling the space and forcing opponents to make mistakes.” Since they seemed interested, he gave a quick explanation of exactly how it worked.

“That’s barbaric,” Hannah gasped, but he didn’t take it seriously. He couldn’t, not when wizards had a sport where they tried to knock people down with flying boulders; while they were flying faster than most people would dare to drive.

“Enough talking about boxing. I want to learn how two of you met,” Lavender said.

“I have committed a grave insult against Hermione,” he started with a grave tone. The room fell silent, but Hermione groaned. “I accidentally knocked down her bag, sending her books flying all around while raining,” he added.

Just like that, they started laughing, which wasn’t a surprise. Hermione’s book obsession was not exactly a minor quirk.

Hermione’s momentary frown was easy to deal with. A quick kiss was enough to solve it. Then, he shamelessly pulled her onto his lap, and looked at the rest of the party. “So, girls. Any embarrassing stories about Hermione?”

That triggered a fun little debate, and he mixed into the party quite easily. He wanted to know them, and the same was true for the others as well.

All he needed to see if they would be interested in a few fun little games.