The (Quick) Evolution of Love (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Commission by Corey21

Summary: The romantic journey of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger from their first meeting at Hogwarts to a defining moment in their fourth year where their relationship evolves.

Themes: Pregnancy, Face-fucking, Rough Sex, Anal Sex

Year 1

It was like a switch had been flipped in Hermione’s mind.

Watching Harry jump on the troll’s back to save her was everything Hermione imagined when fairy tales were all she read. Only, instead of a dragon, the hero was fighting a great big smelly troll in order to save the damsel.

Another thing that Hermione never thought she would consider herself. But damsel was what best described her, wasn’t it? That’s how Harry made her feel after he rushed to her rescue.

Hermione supposed that Ron was also there, but it was his fault in the first place that she had run to the bathroom to cry her eyes out. Harry, her scrawny knight in school robe armor, was the one that counted in Hermione’s mind.

That didn’t mean he didn’t infuriate her with his laissez-faire attitude to schoolwork. The only thing he really paid attention to was his dumb sport played on broomsticks. Why anyone would bother to risk brain injury for bragging rights, Hermione didn’t know.

Then again, this was the boy that jumped on the back of a troll to save a girl he barely knew. Hermione would still be baffled by Harry’s liking of quidditch, but she would support him by being at every game with her heart in her throat.

Just like when Hermione followed Harry down the trapdoor into what could be her inevitable doom. If he was brave enough to save Hermione when they barely knew each other, how was it fair if she didn’t follow Harry into his adventures when he was her best friend.

That was why Hermione was so devastated that she couldn’t follow Harry into the fire. And it was quite literally a fire.

The riddle left behind was quite brilliant, and Hermione would usually admire the effort put into making it, but not when she had to watch Harry leave her behind to face whatever was ahead.

“Harry!”

Hermione gave Harry the best hug she physically could, and in her view, the hug had to be as tight as possible. Only when Harry wheezed did Hermione back away.

“You would have squeezed my life out before I could even go through the fire!” Harry said while gulping in some air.

Hermione flushed with embarrassment but returned the smile Harry had on his lips. It looked like he was happy with the hug that Hermione gave him. She made sure to remember to have her arms around Harry plenty more times in the future.

“Promise to return to me safely,” Hermione demanded, not realizing how she worded it.

“Uh, sure. Definitely,” Harry nodded before he found himself with another armful of Hermione. Being one of the few times he had been hugged, he liked this feeling.

When Hermione pulled away this time, she quickly leaned in and gave Harry a kiss on his cheek. Harry’s face turned fire-red as Hermione stepped back and gave him a sweet smile, making him feel all sorts of funny things he couldn’t recognize.

“I’ll, uh, go through, then?” Harry said as if asking permission from Hermione. But before she could say anything, he ran through the fire to avoid saying anything mortifying.

Hermione was a bit miffed at the abrupt exit, but she had two warring sides in her mind. One wanted to squeal like a little girl at how cute Harry looked, and the other tried to worry itself into the ground about whether Harry would be safe.

[Break]

Year 2

Harry fidgeted as he sat near Hermione’s bed. She should have told him that she was going to the library. He should have been there with her instead of getting ready for the quidditch match.

Harry wasn’t sure what he could have done, but it was surely better than leaving Hermione to face it alone. At least he wouldn’t have to look at her like this.

Whatever Hermione had been looking at in the mirror, the surprise and fear she had felt were captured the moment she had been petrified. Harry supposed the only good part of this was that she was careful enough to expect it around the corner.

However, it was a mystery what it could have been. Why would Hermione be looking through a mirror?

Harry stood up and walked closer to Hermione’s bed, hesitating for a moment before leaning down to kiss her cheek. It was the briefest peck, after which Harry quickly stood back up. Hermione wasn’t as warm as she usually was, making him feel more than a little terrified even though he knew it was the effect of being in the state she was in.

“You’ll get better, Hermione. The Professors promised you would,” Harry whispered, mainly to reassure himself, “I’ll buy the Mandrake Potion myself if I have to. After you recover, I’ll skip quidditch to go to the library with you. You apparently get into more trouble than me.”

Harry thought that would be the best way to show Hermione how much he meant to her. Besides, he had no intention of letting her wander around on her own from now on. Hogwarts was far too dangerous for that.

Harry squeezed Hermione’s hand as a goodbye but froze when he heard something crinkle. He looked closely at her clenched fist and saw a crumpled ball of paper hidden inside. After a bit of poking around, Harry was able to get the crumpled paper out. He straightened it out as much as possible, and his eyes grew wider with every word he read.

“You’re scary brilliant. You know that, right, Hermione?” Harry commented as he reread the page, “I’ll let Professor Dumbledore know what we’re dealing with. Maybe that’ll let them find a way to heal you faster.”

When Harry kissed Hermione on the cheek again, he tried to imagine her with a red face as she giggled at his awkward attempt to comfort her.

[Break]

Year 3

Harry didn’t think this night could have been better. Sirius was free, Buckbeak was saved, and he might have gotten a way to escape the Dursleys in the future.

And, of course, Hermione was beside Harry to help him along throughout it all. It once again proved why she was someone he could always count on when needed.

If Harry had to nitpick, he supposed he could have done without Hermione screaming in his ear as they flew on Buckbeak. He was sure that the faint ringing he could still hear was all her fault.

Not that Harry would complain much about that. Hermione screaming in his ear also meant she had been holding onto him tightly for dear life, proving they weren’t children anymore with what he could feel.

Harry already had trouble keeping his eyes off Hermione on regular days when he wasn’t aware that she was blossoming into a beautiful girl, but now that he was, Harry had to figure out how to not moon over her like a lovesick fool so Hermione wouldn’t notice.

However, there was another plan of action.

Instead of hiding his feelings, Harry could man up and just confess. He wasn’t completely blind and saw that Hermione was much more affectionate toward him than others. Harry didn’t have much experience experiencing the emotion of love, but the extra touches and looks had to mean something.

With Buckbeak almost an unnoticeable blip in the dark night sky, Harry looked away to stare at Hermione.

Her usually pristine features were marred by streaks of dirt that obscured her delicate features. Despite that, it was still clear that she was a beautiful girl with high cheekbones and full lips that were smiling at their success.

If Harry had doubts about confessing, it had been punted to the depths of his mind. He wanted Hermione to be his, and Harry didn’t want to wait long enough for someone else to see what he did.

“Hermione,” Harry called for her attention.

Maybe it was his inexperience, or it could have been his nerves, but Harry couldn’t stop his impulse when Hermione looked at him. The corners of her mouth were turned upwards, revealing a hint of her pearly white teeth and bringing out the natural beauty of her features.

Those same features displayed shock when Harry slammed his lips on Hermione’s.

It was clumsy, ill-thought-out since neither were truly ready for it, and most importantly, painful.

“Ouch!” Hermione pulled away while covering her mouth, “Harry!”

Harry ignored the sting he felt on his lips and reached for Hermione in concern, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Hermione blinked away the tears that were forming from the unexpected pain before she started to giggle and the ridiculousness of what had happened. It had thoroughly washed away any feeling of awkwardness that could have been possible.

“I can’t believe that was our first kiss,” Hermione got out between spurts of giggling.

Harry still had his hands hovering over Hermione’s shoulders, not knowing what to do with them. He returned a shaky smile to her amusement.

“So, er, you’re not mad I did that, then?” Harry desperately hoped Hermione wasn’t, though her giggling calmed his nerves quite a bit.

Hermione removed the hand covering her lips and smiled as she shook her head. “Not at all, though, I will be if we don’t try it again.”

Harry gulped as he stared at Hermione’s full lips, which were slightly swollen from his previous blunder. He really wanted to feel how soft they were, properly this time.

Harry leaned in, closing the distance between them as Hermione tilted her head to meet him halfway. Their lips met, soft and tentative at first, before growing more confident as they started to get used to kissing each other. Hermione’s lips felt better than Harry could have ever imagined. Just to make sure he would never forget, he intended to do this as often as possible.

Harry was so lost in the kiss that he had forgotten to breathe. He pulled back and gasped in a lungful of air before grinning when he heard Hermione do the same. They stared at each other for a few seconds before their lips collided again.

Their lips met, hot and hungry, and they quickly fell into a deep tongue-filled kiss. Their tongues tangled together, exploring each other’s mouths as saliva stained their chins. Their moans were swallowed by each other as their hands started to wander. Harry was able to grab two handfuls of Hermione’s tight bum before she pushed him away.

Hermione was staring at him with a look that suggested she wanted to devour him but was using every bit of will she possessed to stop herself.

“We have to keep moving,” Hermione said reluctantly.

“Alright,” Harry subconsciously licked his lips as he cleared his throat, “But, uh, we’ll continue this later?”

“Definitely,” Hermione grinned as she grabbed Harry’s hand.

On the way back to King’s Cross after the school year ended, Hermione found herself planted on Harry’s lap with his hand buried in her hair as he tried to lick every part of the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

“Could you not,” Ron threw his hand up in disgust, “How can I eat anything with you two constantly swapping spit?”

Harry fought against Hermione’s tongue as he mentioned for Ron to leave the compartment if he needed to.

“Bloody hell,” Ron muttered as he gathered his things, “I’m going to find a girlfriend myself and see how they like it.”

When Ron shut the door behind him, Harry immediately slid his hands down to squeeze Hermione’s arse and pull her closer to him. She smiled into his lips and tugged at the hair at the top of Harry’s neck as she wriggled her hips into the bulge she felt below her.

Hermione wasn’t ready for anything more, but she would indulge Harry’s wandering hands as long as they were alone.

[Break]

Year 4

Harry met Hermione’s eyes for a brief moment before Ron wrapped an arm around his shoulders while singing a very badly renditioned version of Happy Birthday.

Out of all the birthdays Harry had so far, this was no doubt the best. He had received four birthday cakes… four! That by itself was enough to make it rank at the top, but the surprise celebration at the World Cup was the cherry on top.

If only Harry could focus on what was going on around him. He was paying the bare minimum attention required as most of his mind was thinking of the letter Hermione sent on his birthday.

Harry had reread that letter to the point where he could recite the words on command.

My dearest Harry,

Happy Birthday!

I have a surprise for you that I know you will love. No, it’s not the cake I sent along with this. I could tell you what it is in this letter, but I’d rather see your face in person when I tell you. I’ll be coming along with the Weasleys for the World Cup, so until then, keep guessing!

Yours always,

Hermione

Not only did the letter seem from a different era, something that made it seem all that more Hermioneish, but the way she signed off greatly appealed to Harry. He would very much like it if she was always his.

Now, if the Weasleys, particularly Ron, would stop interrupting Hermione whenever she wanted to speak to him in private, everything would be perfect.

The off-kilter birthday song ended, and Harry immediately made his way to Hermione. Still, Ron, seeming to be determined to be a prat for some reason, pulled him back.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Ron had a shit-eating grin on his face, “You think I’d let you two traumatize my family with your sappiness? Think again, mate!”

“Ron,” Harry narrowed his eyes, “This wasn’t funny the first time, and it certainly isn’t now.”

“Yeah?” Ron pulled Harry to the twins, “It’s funny in my view. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

Harry looked to Hermione for help, but she simply shrugged at him before starting a conversation with Ginny. Knowing that he’d have to wait just a bit longer to find out what the surprise was, Harry sighed and prepared himself for whatever chaos the Weasley Twins might have planned.

Turns out that Ron didn’t intend to give Harry and Hermione any privacy to talk alone. They would have been more miffed if not for what Ron said when Harry raised his voice.

“I can be the third wheel when we get back to school. Is it that hard for you two to not wrap yourself in a private bubble until then?”

Harry didn’t quite get what Ron meant by that. He never locked out his mate when he was with Hermione. However, that didn’t matter when Hermione agreed to Ron’s request.

“We’re sorry, Ron,” Hermione hugged Ron tightly, making the redhead look at Harry helplessly, “You know we would never make you feel like that on purpose.”

Ron awkwardly patted Hermione on the back and said, “That’s, uh, good. Glad we had this talk. Oh, look! That person’s calling me.”

Harry snorted when Ron broke the hug and rushed away like Snape was after him.

“So?” Harry questioned Hermione, “What was that about?”

“I think Ron’s feeling left out,” Hermione squeezed Harry’s fingers, “Us being together might make him feel like we don’t need him. We should try to include him.”

“Include Ron?” Harry’s eyebrows were raised, “I love him like a brother, but I have no desire to ever see you with anyone other than me.”

“Harry!” Hermione slapped him on the arm lightly, “You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry agreed reluctantly, “I get you.” There was a brief silence before Harry added, “Could I at least get a birthday kiss from my girlfriend?”

Hermione giggled as she stepped closet and tilted her face up, but Ron’s yell stopped them right before her lips were about to meet Harry’s.

“Oi! I told you wankers to hold off until school!”

Harry let out a frustrated breath before saying, “Is that also because he’s feeling like a third wheel?”

“No,” Hermione laughed, “I think that’s revenge for what we did on the train.”

“Ah, right,” Harry forgot about kicking Ron out so he could feel Hermione’s fantastic bum in his hands, “I guess that’s deserved then.”

“Come on,” Hermione pulled Harry to the group of redheads, “I’ll give you that kiss when Ron isn’t looking.”

“That works,” Harry agreed quickly, “And what about the surprise you mentioned in the letter?”

Hermione hoped that Harry had forgotten about it, but from the look in his eyes, he probably hadn’t thought about much else. She hated disappointing him, but it simply wasn’t the right time to tell him. It was Hermione’s fault for not thinking it through when she sent the letter, but this was not the place. She wanted complete privacy.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Hermione whispered as they got closer to the Weasleys, “That’ll have to wait until we’re at Hogwarts.”

Harry was visibly disappointed that he had to wait longer. Hermione rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb and promised, “It’ll be worth the wait. I want to reveal it at a perfect time.”

What could Harry do but nod at Hermione?

[Break]

That World Cup was an all-around disaster. Not only did death eaters decide to make it their personal playground, but Harry also couldn’t get a single kiss from Hermione the whole time he was there.

It was all Ron’s fault.

It might be wrong and overly vindictive, but Harry made him pay dearly for what he did at the World Cup.

The second Hermione entered the compartment, Harry shot Ron a smug look before pulling a very willing Hermione onto his lap. In less than a minute, Harry was able to chase Ron away, but at that point, he had forgotten all about that and was lost in finally being able to kiss Hermione.

By the time Harry let her go, Hermione’s full lips were swollen from the kiss put on her by her boyfriend.

“Well, hello to you too, Harry.”

“Yes, yes, good to see you and all that,” Harry replied impatiently, “Less talking, more kissing.”

Hermione giggled as she followed what Harry commanded. The rest of the train ride was spent tasting each other’s lips as they tried to make up for the lost time.

Before Harry knew it, a few weeks had passed, and Hermione’s birthday was coming up. He would usually buy a few books and some stationary and call it a day, but it felt almost criminal doing that when she was his girlfriend. Harry had no intention of matching Ron’s gifts when they shouldn’t be close to comparable.

For once, Harry used his invisibility cloak for what he imagined his father used it for. Namely, for sneaking out of Hogwarts like an impulsive young student. However, he had a more ambitious plan than simply going to Hogsmeade. Harry decided to make a quick trip to Diagon Alley to search for the perfect gift for Hermione.

Luckily, he had found that The Hog’s Head Inn proprietor was much more lax in how the floo was used. Certainly a better option than The Three Broomsticks. As Harry had hoped, the old man cleaning the dirt mugs with an even dirtier rag grunted and motioned his head to the fireplace.

A few seconds later, he found himself walking down Diagon Alley.

Harry obviously started at bookstores in search of something unique. His girl loved to read, but he had only seen her with commonly available books. Harry was reasonably well-off, and he thought that he would be able to get something old since money wasn’t an issue. Apparently, that was a foolish assumption.

The older books that were available were at bargain bin prices. When Harry asked the shopkeeper why, he learned that the only old books that had any value were in private collections with wizarding families. Publicly available ones had outdated theories and inefficient wand movements.

Harry was part of the Potter family, but he had no clue if they were old enough to have that sort of collection, and even if they did, Harry wouldn’t know where to find it. With that in mind, a gloomy Harry wandered around Diagon Alley in search of something to buy for Hermione.

After aimlessly searching for about an hour, Harry found himself in Carkitt Market. He saw a jewelry store with a beautiful display of pieces with sparkling diamonds and precious gems through the window.

All thoughts of buying Hermione a book were forgotten as he imagined one of those works of art on Hermione. The only thing that made Harry hesitant was the timing. Even though he thought there would be no one else for him other than Hermione, their romantic relationship was still very new. What would Hermione think if Harry gifted her something this expensive?

“Oh, my!” Harry blinked when the door opened, and the shopkeeper greeted him in excitement, “I hoped you would be my customer, but I never thought it would be this early!”

“Er, I was just looking,” Harry was still hesitant to commit to a purchase.

“That’s familiar!” The shopkeeper laughed, “Your father said the same thing.”

“My father?” Harry asked in wonder, “Did he buy anything?”

“Of course! He asked your mother to marry him with the ring he bought from me,” The shopkeeper looked proud of that fact.

“I suppose I could take a look,” Harry said as he walked into the store, “No rings. It’s still a little early for that.”

“Not to worry, Mr. Potter!” The shopkeeper smiled at another success at marketing his wares, though what he told Harry about his father was no lie, “I’m confident that you can find the perfect thing for your lady.”

Harry found that the shopkeep was most likely going to be right about that. He was overwhelmed by the choices, but eventually, Harry narrowed it to one category that he knew would look wonderful on Hermione.

A necklace.

Harry had asked the shopkeeper to pull out several different necklaces. While they were all stunning, one, in particular, caught his eye. It looked like a beautiful diamond necklace with a delicate silver chain.

“Ah, I should have known you had the same eye as your father. Picking the best of the best.”

“Is it?” Harry lightly touched the sparkling gems, “What’s special about it?”

“It’s enchanted to let the wearer feel the love of the one who gifted the necklace.” The shopkeeper was quite proud of the work, so when Harry looked disappointed, he couldn’t help but take it personally.

“Is that not to your liking, Mr. Potter?”

“Er, it’s pretty good. But is there anything here that’s enchanted to help with attacks?” Harry thought it was pretty neat, but he expected something more practical and less about feelings and whatnot.

The shopkeeper blinked, looked at Harry like he was an alien, and blinked again. “You want me to make the piece into a one-time use? If you take this necklace to another enchanter, I can’t stop you from doing so, but I have to refuse myself. It would be… difficult for me to mar this art in that way.”

“What do you mean? You aren’t skilled enough to do it yourself?” As the words left Harry’s mouth, he realized how rude it was. Luckily, the shopkeeper laughed at the question.

“That level of enchanting was lost long ago,” The shopkeeper was still chuckling, “If you want to know more, ask one of your professors, Mr. Potter. Now, should I wrap this up for you?”

“Sorry,” Harry’s face was slightly flushed, “I’ll take the necklace.”

Leaving behind a smiling shopkeeper and a significant amount of galleons, Harry walked away with his newly bought purchase with doubts in his mind. The necklace was beautiful, at least in Harry’s eyes, but was that enough to make Hermione think it was special? She had always been a practical girl, so it made him doubt if she would like something that only had value in the sentiment that came along with it.

Harry hoped she did. He could already see Hermione walking around the school with the necklace hidden under her shirt. There was also another unsaid reason. A primitive action that made Harry want to beat his chest at the thought of Hermione wearing something he bought for her at all times.

“Maybe I should buy some books just in case,” Harry muttered as he stared at the package in his hands.

In the end, that was exactly what Harry did. If Hermione didn’t seem as excited as he had hoped when receiving the necklace, Harry could just say the real gift was the books. He hoped that wouldn’t happen, but the main goal was to make Hermione happy.

A few hours later, Harry walked into Hogwarts with a shrunken bag filled with the latest books Hermione would love and a package with the necklace Harry hoped she would love even more.

Harry had to thank the invisibility cloak for being able to sneak past Hermione, who was surrounded by parchment, and stash all of the gifts in his trunk. After looking in the mirror to make sure it didn’t look like he went on a day-long trip, Harry descended the stairs to join his girlfriend.

Hermione gasped when she felt soft lips lightly kiss the back of her neck. She wondered if it was ridiculous that she could tell it was Harry just by the scent he gave off. Hermione waited for him to step around the couch and sit next to her before asking, “Where have you been all day?”

“Er, you know. Quidditch stuff.”

“Quidditch?” Hermione repeated with an arched brow, “You missed classes, lunch, and dinner for quidditch?”

“Yes?” Harry supposed he should have thought of a better excuse, but it was already too late.

Hermione stared at him intensely for a few seconds, making Harry unable to resist the urge to kiss her pursed lips.

“Harry!” Hermione pushed Harry away with a smile, “Fine. Keep your secrets. I’ll be up for a bit, finishing up. You don’t have to keep my company.”

Harry was starting to suspect that Hermione had forgotten about her own birthday. That would be for the best since that meant his sorry attempt of an excuse hadn’t ruined the surprise.

“I think I prefer to stay here,” Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione’s waist, “Unless you prefer me gone.”

“You can stay if you promise to not distract me.”

Harry gave Hermione a solemn nod. Besides, he would only have to wait a few hours before midnight. Hermione surely wouldn’t complain about him interrupting then. Harry spent his time idly watching Hermione’s face and rubbing his thumb on the sliver of skin that was exposed between her shirt and jeans.

Before he knew it, the minute hand on the clock was at twelve.

“Hermione,” Harry murmured softly, making her hum in reply, “Happy birthday, love.”

“Wha-,” Hermione was cut off when Harry pressed his mouth to kiss and thrust his tongue past her open lips to taste her for the first time today. Harry swallowed Hermione’s moan and fought against her tongue as she fell into the kiss.

When Harry pulled away, Hermione had a silly smile on her lips as she forgot about the work she was doing.

“I forgot it was my birthday,” Hermione glanced at the clock before her eyes lit up in understanding, “That’s why you were gone today! What did you get me?”

Harry didn’t think he had seen Hermione this excited before. The smile on his face dipped slightly when he thought about the necklace and how he wasn’t sure if Hermione would like it.

“Er, I have your gift upstairs,” Harry stood up and pulled Hermione off the couch, “If you don’t like it, I can get something else. So no pressure, alright?”

Hermione followed Harry to the boy’s dorm with a smile, holding back a giggle from how nervous he seemed. It didn’t matter to her what Harry got her. Hermione knew she would treasure whatever her gift was.

When Harry pulled a velvet box out of his trunk, Hermione quickly dashed the thoughts that assumed she would be getting more books. This looked like a jewelry box.

“Harry?” Hermione’s eyes didn’t look away from the box in Harry’s hands.

“Tell me if you don’t like it,” Harry slowly opened the box, “I don’t want you to keep it if you think it’s ugly or something.”

Hermione gasped when she took in the necklace that looked far too expensive. It was undoubtedly stunning, but she had never owned anything close to something like this. Hermione wasn’t a girl that wore jewelry in the first place, and even when she did, it was nothing close to what Harry got her.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Harry tried not to let his disappointment show. He knew there was a chance this might happen, “This isn’t the only thing I got you, love. I have some books th— MMPH.”

Hermione launched herself at Harry and slammed their lips together, no doubt bruising them at the force, but she didn’t pay that any mind. It wasn’t even a kiss that had any rhythm, but something that Hermione did because she didn’t have enough words to express her feelings.

She pulled away with a beaming smile and said, “I love it!”

“Oh,” Harry’s hair was ruffled as he dumbly stared at Hermione’s pretty face, “Brilliant.”

“Would you help me put it on?” Hermione turned around and lifted her hair to reveal her pale neck to Harry.

Harry took the necklace out of its box and slowly put it around Hermione’s neck before closing the clasp on the back.

She twirled around to show Harry how it looked on her and stared at him expectantly. “Well? How do I look?”

Harry gulped as he ruthlessly shoved down his primitive thoughts. As much as he wanted to crow about Hermione being his, he didn’t think she would appreciate that.

“Beautiful,” Harry could get out one word instead of just staring at her stupidly.

Hermione pecked Harry on the lips in response. She was going to wait a few more days, but this seemed like the perfect time to let Harry know the secret she mentioned in the letter.

“Harry?” Hermione moved closer to Harry, backing him up to the edge of his bed, “Do you want to find out the secret I wanted to tell you?”

Harry wasn’t sure why he backed away from Hermione. Maybe it was the look in her eyes that said he was prey, or perhaps he just wasn’t ready for what he knew Hermione intended.

“I was thinking,” Hermione put Harry’s arms around her, “What would be the best way to show how much I love you?”

“I can think of some ways,” Harry tried to kiss Hermione, but a hand blocked his efforts.

“I thought of that too,” Hermione giggled when she felt Harry lick her palm, “Would that be something you’d do for me? I know this is my birthday, but I want to give you a gift too.”

Harry’s reply was muffled by Hermione’s hand, but she didn’t really need to hear it to know what he was saying.

“I hoped you’d say that.”

Hermione pushed Harry abruptly, making him fall onto his bed on his back. She smirked when Harry’s eyes grew wide as she unbuttoned the top few buttons before following him onto the bed.

“I love you, Harry.”

Harry always felt like the king of the world when he heard those words coming from Hermione’s lips. Now it felt even greater when his beautiful girlfriend was straddling him, her smooth thighs exposed from under her skirt as she supported herself with her hands on his chest.

Harry cupped Hermione’s face and leaned up to give her a slow kiss before pulling away after a minute. “I love you too. It’s scary how much I do.”

Hermione giggled before shifting her hips on Harry’s growing bulge. Her face flushed red as she bit her bottom lip, making Harry’s cock grow even harder. Hermione obviously didn’t know just how much he liked seeing her do that.

“That.. that feels rather large, doesn’t it?” Hermione asked nervously.

“Er, is that a good thing?” Harry was struggling to focus on what Hermione was saying, with her grinding on his cock and all.

“I think so?” Hermione didn’t sound sure at all, “Lavender raves about how larger is better. I guess I’m nervous about it fitting inside me.”

From the little Harry knew about magical anatomy, there shouldn’t be any problems whatsoever. After all, they weren’t muggles. However, he knew he shouldn’t feel excited at hearing Hermione saying that since she was so obviously concerned, but he quite liked the thought of her gasping in shock when she took his cock inside her.

“That’s just silly,” Harry reassured Hermione while running his hands up and down her sides, “You know we’ll have no problems with that. Don’t you remember the crazy stories about witches mating with giants?”

“Ew! Harry!” Hermione batted his hands away, “That is not something I want to think about right now!”

Harry laughed loudly at her scrunched-up face, breaking the mood a bit. However, it seemed like Hermione wasn’t deterred and decided to shut him up by trying to stick her tongue down his throat.

This wasn’t an action Harry was motivated to stop. In fact, he was far too busy fighting with Hermione’s tongue while running his hands along the sides of her body. That didn’t last much longer since she pushed on his chest to separate their lips.

Harry fought to keep Hermione’s mouth close, taking her bottom lip between his teeth. However, he didn’t dare bite down for fear of hurting her, so her lip left his mouth with a soft pop.

As much as Harry disliked not having Hermione’s lips on his, he found another thing that almost matched it. He discovered just how sexy Hermione looked, straddling him with a rumpled shirt, swollen lips from his kisses, and, to top it all, the sheer lust she possessed as she looked down at him.

“Bloody hell, Hermione,” Harry murmured as he reached up to trace her lips with his thumb, shivering when she kissed it, “You’re unbelievably beautiful.”

Hermione flushed a pretty red as she tried to duck her head to look away from him, but he stopped that by holding her chin.

“None of that, love. I think we’re far beyond being shy, don’t you?”

Hermione giggled nervously, unable to do anything else since Harry looked like he wanted to rip her clothes off with his teeth. She shivered when his fingers went under her shirt and rubbed her bare skin before lifting it slowly until her stomach was revealed. Hermione took deep breaths as she fought the urge to rub against the bulge under her.

“Er, guys?”

Hermione gasped and knocked Harry’s hands away before hastily pulling her shirt back down. They looked behind Hermione in unison to see Ron standing there with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“I didn’t interrupt on purpose,” Ron clarified when he saw the looks on his friends’ faces, “Just about to head to sleep…. Figured you two might want to know that the rest of the guys are about to come up.”

“Harry!” Hermione’s hair whipped around as she turned her head quickly to look at Harry, “They can’t see me here like this! The whole school will know about it!”

Harry couldn’t say anything before Hermione scrambled off the bed with his erect cock embarrassingly visible before he sat up to cover himself with a pillow.

“Calm down, Hermione,” Harry interrupted her freak out, “Just take my invisibility cloak for the night.”

Hermione’s eyes lit up before she gave him a quick kiss and disappeared under the cloak she pulled from his trunk. When Harry saw the door shut after Hermione left, he was left in the room with Ron, and the awkward tension could practically be felt.

“Let’s ignore this ever happening, yeah?”

Harry jumped at Ron’s offer and nodded his head rapidly.

[Break]

Hermione finally found it. The perfect spot where they wouldn’t get disturbed while she gave Harry his surprise.

And it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Her Harry couldn’t catch a break. Hermione knew that the past years in school weren’t a walk in the park, but at least the start of every year had been peaceful for him. This time, Harry had been thrown into a dangerous situation right in the beginning by that accursed goblet.

The thing that really affected Harry, far more than getting picked by the goblet to this ridiculous tournament, was Ron. For some reason, the redhead had decided that Harry lied about entering and was treating him like some sort of enemy.

Hermione had an inkling that Ron would snap out of his delusion pretty soon, but the damage was already done. Harry had been devastated.

The only thing that seemed to perk him up was the kisses Hermione could give him in the rare moments they were alone. That had motivated her greatly to find a place where they could be alone. Hermione would have learned the spells necessary to give them privacy in Harry’s bed if it came to it. However, she would prefer not to lose her virginity with other boys a few feet away.

“The common room’s the other way, Hermione.”

Harry was being dragged to a part of the seventh floor that was rarely visited. He assumed that Hermione was trying to cheer him up with a snogging session, but to be honest, Harry just wasn’t in a mood right now. Not when he had to deal with half the school sneering at him.

“We’re going to a place I just found,” Hermione ignored Harry’s dull tone, “I swear you’ll love it, Harry.”

Harry wasn’t that enthused, but one of the few things that lifted his spirits was seeing Hermione’s excitement. He certainly wasn’t going to do anything to take that away from her. Harry followed along silently until they stopped before a strange tapestry of a man that seemed to be trying to teach trolls how to dance.

When Hermione let go of his hand and started walking back and forth in the same spot, Harry suspected she might have been affected by that moving tapestry.

“Hermione? What in the world are you do-” Harry’s voice cut off when he saw a door appearing out of nowhere, “What’s this?”

Hermione grinned at Harry’s confusion, “This, Harry, is the Room of Requirements.”

That didn’t really tell Harry much, something Hermione didn’t seem to be in a rush to correct as she grabbed his hand again and pulled him past the door that had just appeared.

As soon as she opened the door, Harry was struck by the inviting warmth of the cozy room. The walls were painted a soft shade of beige, and there was a large bed in the center, its crisp white linens and fluffy pillows begging for Harry to sink into its comforting embrace. A window on the far wall let in a stream of sunlight, casting a warm glow across the room. Harry only took in the room briefly before the realization hit him.

He squeezed Hermione’s fingers in his hand lightly as the door shut behind them. Harry looked into her bright eyes and asked, “Are we doing what I think we are?”

“How articulate,” Hermione said dryly, but Harry could see that she was trying to hide her nerves.

“I read all about it, you know,” Hermione started blabbering, “There are quite a lot of books that tell you how to have sex. I’ve been preparing for this for a while.”

Harry’s lips were smiling as he let Hermione blurt out things he was sure were secrets.

“I even read about how to give the best oral sex. It should be something I’m quite decent at since I’ve discovered I don’t have a gag reflex. You should-MMPH!”

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was already half-mast just at the thought of making love to Hermione, but listening to her talk about giving him a blowjob simply wasn’t fair to his control. Harry decided to just kiss the silly witch to shut her up.

“Harry,” Hermione gasped into his lips as he filled his hands with her firm arse.

It had been far too long since the last time Harry had felt them in his palms. Hermione’s muffled protests were swallowed by his lips until she pushed him away.

“What is your obsession with my bum?!” Hermione complained though she did nothing to make Harry let go of her arse.

“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” Harry squeezed her cheeks, making her giggle, “You have a fantastic arse. It’d be a crime if I didn’t do this.”

Hermione blushed red as if Harry complimented her hair instead of her arse. She couldn’t deny that she was quite pleased with his praise. Even though Harry had made it a habit to tell Hermione how beautiful she was to him, cruder compliments were equally welcome.

“Harry,” Hermione murmured into his lips when he seemed content with digging his fingers into her pliant arse.

She was right about Harry being content, but he could see that Hermione wanted to go further. That sent his mind to one thing he had been dreaming about almost since she became his girlfriend.

Harry wanted to see Hermione on her knees and her pouty lips wrapped around his cock. Luckily, there was a convenient rug that looked thick enough to let her be comfortable doing that. Now, he just had to convince Hermione to do so.

“Hermione?” Harry made her gasp when he pulled her into his hard cock, “I was thinking… We should see how good you are with your mouth. Test your claim about your gag reflex.”

Hermione could practically feel Harry’s cock throbbing against her as he spoke. All the confidence that she previously possessed left immediately, turning her into a blushing mess.

“R-Right now?” Hermione squeaked.

Harry wanted to push her and knew that if he did, Hermione would listen to him and do what he wanted. But was that the kind of boyfriend she deserved? And could Harry really be that sort of scumbag to the girl that always supported him?

No.

Harry reluctantly let go of Hermione’s arse before cupping her face and kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, Hermione. I didn’t mean to push. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Hermione almost did back out, the nervousness overtaking her previous resolve until she saw how Harry was looking at her. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of displeasure in that look. As if he didn’t mind that Hermione dangled the idea of sex in front of him before snatching it away. If Harry did that to her, Hermione wasn’t sure if she would feel the same.

“No!” Hermione blurted out, “I’m ready! I’ve been preparing for months to make everything perfect.”

Harry yelped when Hermione pushed away from him and unceremoniously yanked his trousers down as she got on her knees. With how determined Hermione seemed, Harry expected his boxers to be pulled down with the same urgency, but she ended up staring at his straining bulge with wide eyes.

“H-Harry!” Hermione’s voice was high-pitched, “This is too big!”

Hermione yelped when Harry’s cock twitched inside his boxers, looking as if it was about to rip out of its prison and smack into her face. She had already imagined a ridiculous scene of a massive shaft slapping her face, not knowing that Harry was imagining the same thing. It made his cock try even harder to rip out of the boxers.

“I thought you read all about it, love. Don’t tell me that books didn’t help,” Harry teased with a smirk.

Hermione glared at Harry and did something stupid. Wanting to prove that her reading helped, she hooked her fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled.

“AH!”

It sounded like a slap, one that was reasonably soft, but still a slap. Only, this was Harry’s cock hitting Hermione’s cheek instead of his hand.

“Harry!” Hermione scolded before realizing what was pressed against her face. When she said Harry’s cock was too big, it wasn’t an exaggeration. His ballsack was inches away from her chin, but his shaft still covered the entire length of her face, spanning from the bottom of her chin to over her hairline. She gasped, unintentionally taking in the scent of the cock draped over her nose.

Harry had frozen, not knowing what to do, when Hermione let out the sexiest moan he had ever heard as she nuzzled into his cock and shuddered.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione sighed, “This is wonderful.”

Harry thought so too. His prim and proper girlfriend was rubbing her face on his cock. It was the most wonderful thing he had seen. The only issue was that the warm breath on his shaft was causing precum to leak from his tip. Harry wasn’t sure if Hermione felt it dropping in her hair, but if she did, she obviously didn’t care.

After what seemed like a minute was simply running her nose along Harry’s cock, Hermione finally used her hands to circle his massive shaft and move it off her face. She marveled at the absolute monster before giving the side of his shaft another kiss, making it twitch in her grip.

“Fucking hell, Hermione,” Harry said with a moan, “I don’t think I can last too long if I’m this close without you sucking me.”

“So?” Hermione murmured as she kissed down to his cum-filled balls, “Why do you have to hold back? I know this is your first time. I don’t care if you cum early.”

“Hermione,” Harry’s voice was strained, “Please stop before I blow my load all over your face.”

Hermione hummed and gave his balls a smooch. “Do it. That’s what boys like, right? To see their girlfriend coated with their cum. Lavender says so.”

Harry clenched his hands into fists to resist grabbing Hermione’s head when she sucked his balls into her mouth and suckled on them lightly. “What on earth are you and Lavender talking about?”

Hermione pulled off his ballsack, leaving it shining with spit before kissing her way back up his shaft. When she reached his tip, Hermione held his massive cock in place with both hands and kissed the precum-coated head. She moaned as she licked it clean and swallowed.

“All sorts of things, Harry. Books weren’t the only thing that I used to prepare myself.”

Hermione hid that all the things she had looked up were already thrown out of her mind. None of the books had mentioned what to do when your boyfriend has a cock the size of her forearm. Hermione had been doing everything purely on instinct and on what Harry’s expression was as she explored his cock.

“Oh, Merlin,” Harry whispered as he stared into Hermione’s brown eyes. She had given his cockhead another kiss and winked. Winked!

Harry finally got his wish of seeing Hermione’s pouty lips around his cock when she slowly took his wide head inside her mouth. He groaned when Hermione hollowed her cheeks, sucking on his cock like a straw, and tried to make him cum even faster than he already thought he would.

It was only because Hermione stopped her pleasurable torture that she wasn’t gulping down his load.

“This might sound stupid, Harry, but you taste delicious. I could have this every day and not get tired of it.” Hermione rubbed her thumb over his opening and sucked the precum off her finger.

“… That sounds brilliant, actually,” Harry tried not to show how excited he was at the idea. Of course, his ability to control his cock was poor. Hermione giggled when a spurt of clear precum coated her lips.

“You like that, then?” Hermione licked her lips, “I could be convinced as long as you do the same for me.”

Harry didn’t get the time to think of what she meant by that. Hermione chose that moment to try and swallow his cock.

“Fuck! Hermione!” Harry grunted as he buried his fingers into her brunette hair, holding onto dear life as Hermione did the impossible and somehow took over a third of his shaft in one try.

It was too fast.

Hermione’s eyes grew wide, and she immediately pushed on Harry’s legs to get the fat cock out of her mouth. Harry thought she had exaggerated her claim of having no gag reflex. Unexpectedly, instead of coughing her lungs out, Hermione started to gulp in air.

“Hermione? What happened?!” Harry ignored the sting of cold air on his spit-covered cock to rub Hermione’s back.

“Give me a second,” Hermione said after getting enough oxygen, “I never thought I’d have to use this spell here. I’m sure the creator of the spell didn’t intend for it to be used to be able to breathe with a massive cock down my throat.”

“Aeris Circulum.” Hermione chanted while pointing a wand at her throat, “There. I should have no problems taking your ridiculous cock.”

“Hey!” Harry protested, “You seem to like it just fine.”

“And?” Hermione tossed her wand on the bedside dresser, “That doesn’t mean it isn’t unreasonable.”

Harry supposed that was fine, as long as Hermione liked it. That was the only thing that was important.

“Now, where were we?” Hermione wrapped her hands around Harry’s shaft again, only just realizing that her fingers didn’t come close to touching. Then again, that should have been obvious.

Harry put his hand back on Hermione’s head, making her give him a smile before saying, “Give me a warning before you use that grip.”

“Wha-FUCK!” Harry’s reply was cut off by Hermione repeating her amazing feat of swallowing his cock, but this time over half of his shaft disappeared into her mouth. If it wasn’t for Hermione’s hands wrapped around his cock, Harry was confident she would have taken even more.

Hermione must have had the same idea because after she pulled back until only the cocktip was in her mouth, Hermione’s hands released his cock, and she wrapped her arms around Harry’s thighs.

“FUCKING HELL! HERMIONE!!”

Hermione slammed her head down, swallowing Harry’s cock without hesitation, forcing it past the tight opening of her throat and into her esophagus. Hermione winced as she hit a metaphorical wall with only a quarter of Harry’s cock left outside her mouth. She could use her grip on his thighs to fully sheathe his cock, but she thought of a better idea.

Hermione had overheard Parvati gossiping to Lavender about how some older student kept complaining about her boyfriend trying to use her mouth like a pussy. And how the boyfriend seemed obsessed with the act.

Hermione wondered if Harry had the same urge. Because if he did, she would have no problems letting him do as he pleased. After all, Hermione was able to take his cock deep in her throat with little to no issues after using that spell.

Harry groaned loudly when Hermione sloppily slurped her way off his cock before coughing to clear her throat of the built-up phlegm. She went back to stroking his cock since her mouth was no longer acting like a holster, making the spit coating the shaft act like a lubricant.

“I can’t get in the last bit, Harry,” Hermione pouted, “Could you help me? I think I need a little push. Just force my head down when I get stuck, alright?”

Harry gaped at Hermione, wondering where her nervousness went. She was almost backing out a few minutes ago. Did sucking on his cock affect her this much? Because he loved it.

“Okay,” Harry nodded dumbly, anticipating what Hermione would do next. He didn’t have to wait long.

There were no more teasing kisses or careful tests of how deep Hermione could take Harry’s cock. She had already done all of that. It was time for her to blow Harry’s mind and, preferably, get him to blow a nice big load of cum down her throat.

“Hermione!” Harry gasped when his witch proved again why she was envied and took his cock halfway down her throat effortlessly.

Even with something like sucking cock, Hermione quickly became what was undoubtedly one of the best. Harry didn’t have someone else to compare it to, and he never intended to have one, but he didn’t need to know an obvious truth.

Harry was struggling to control himself while Hermione swallowed around his cock. That didn’t stop her from reaching back to tap Harry’s hand, which was on the back of her head, reminding him of her request.

He hesitated before giving her head a weak push, barely making Hermione go down on his shaft so she could break away if needed. Harry should have known that when she wanted to do something, she meant it.

Hermione gave his hand another push, using more force this time to tell Harry not to be afraid to use more strength. Since his girlfriend wanted this, he put aside his reservations and did as asked.

GLACKH

Harry bucked into Hermione’s mouth from the sloppy sound of her gags as more of his cock entered her throat.

“Fuck yes!” Harry hissed as he pushed down on Hermione’s head even harder, burying her small nose into his pubes as he unintentionally thrust his hips into her face.

Hermione smiled around his cock as Harry enjoyed himself. She swallowed rapidly and massaged his cum-filled balls, encouraging him to let go and cum down her throat. Hermione had read that the taste was unpleasant but suspected that was false when she didn’t mind the precum that Harry was releasing.

Harry grunted as he started to fuck Hermione’s face faster and faster, combining the bobbing of her head with thrusts into her mouth. The gags quieted down as Hermione quickly adjusted to Harry’s cock, which was stretching her throat to its limit.

There was only so much that Harry could take, especially with Hermione being almost unnaturally good at sucking his cock. She knew exactly what to do to make him blow his load down her throat.

“Hermione, I’m getting close,” Harry warned with a strained voice.

Hermione apparently took that as a signal to try and use her throat to milk the cum out of his balls. It was highly effective.

“Oh fuck!” Harry groaned as he hunched over Hermione’s head. He was unable to hold himself together as the talented mouth of his girlfriend took him over the edge.

Hermione moaned around Harry’s cock as the first shot of cum was deposited directly into her stomach. She swallowed another burst of cum in the same way before slowly pulling away with hollowed cheeks. Hermione hummed when only the tip was left in her mouth and she got the first taste of Harry’s seed.

As she suspected, it wasn’t unpleasant at all. While it was an exaggeration to say that Hermione loved it, she certainly didn’t mind swallowing Harry’s cum whenever she gave him a blowjob. Especially since Harry seemed to love it.

Hermione felt the last trickle of cum spill into her mouth before giving Harry’s cock a hard suck to get any remaining cum out of his shaft. She pulled off his cock with a loud pop and opened her mouth to show Harry the cum pooling inside before swallowing everything in one gulp.

“Was that good for you, Harry?”

Harry was stunned as he looked down at Hermione’s face. He had no idea how Hermione could even think it wasn’t good for him.

“That might be the best thing that ever happened in my life,” Harry said as he nodded his head dumbly.

Hermione giggled as she stroked his shaft lightly, doing just enough to keep him hard. Harry marveled at how well she knew him already. It was as if he was one of those books Hermione studied constantly. That made him want to return the favor.

Harry didn’t intend to be a boyfriend that let his girl do all the work without getting anything in return. Besides, it would be a lie if Harry said he wasn’t eager to eat Hermione out.

“Get on the bed, Hermione.”

Hermione blinked at the sudden order before smiling, thinking that Harry wanted to take her first time. A little abrupt, but she didn’t mind. She was just as eager to lose her virginity.

“I have something to ask before we do this, Harry,” Hermione got off her knees and quickly pulled off her jumper, leaving her in an almost see-through white shirt and school skirt. “Promise you won’t think wrong of me.”

Harry wasn’t sure if anything could make him think that of Hermione. She would have to do something genuinely heinous for that to happen.

“Never.”

Hermione gave Harry a bright smile at his firm answer. When she let her skirt drop to the floor, Harry’s eyes made her blush when they became glued to her bare legs and the skimpy underwear she had chosen for this moment.

“Harry!” Hermione yelped in shock when she was pushed back on the bed. Her legs were nudged apart as Harry settled between them.

“What’re you doing?” Hermione gasped when Harry slowly pulled down her knickers with his face far too close to her pussy. Lavender never talked much about anything like this. Only that boys didn’t like to do it.

“You think I wouldn’t give you the same pleasure you gave me?”

Hermione’s eyes grew wide in shock, surprised that Harry would actually want to do this. She had read all about this but didn’t pay too much attention since she thought it was useless information.

“Oh!” Hermione gasped as her whole body flinched in shock when Harry kissed her wet lower lips.

Harry was a little surprised by the taste on his lips. He wasn’t some sort of cad, so he didn’t have a real idea of what a pussy was supposed to taste like, but sweet certainly wasn’t one of his guesses. Harry should have known his Hermione would be perfect for him even in this area.

“Harry! Yessss!” Hermione hissed as she grabbed his messy hair and tried to pull him deeper into her dripping cunt. She had played with herself before, but having the tongue of the boy she loved deep inside her couldn’t be compared with anything she had done in the past.

Hermione’s eyes closed in bliss as pleasure ripped through her body. Harry’s enthusiastic tongue already had her wanting to finish in his mouth. She could barely believe how long his tongue was, but then again, maybe she should have expected it since he did know parseltongue.

Hermione had been so turned on by throating Harry’s beautiful cock that she knew it wouldn’t be long till she came on his tongue. Especially with how he was eating her like he couldn’t get enough of her juices.

“That’s it, baby! Right there! Hit that spot with your tongue again!” Hermione squealed as she pulled on Harry’s hair. She could feel her orgasm coming any second now.

“OH FUCK!”

Harry grabbed Hermione’s slender waist to hold her in place so her bucking wouldn’t displace his mouth from her gushing cunt. He kept circling his tongue on her wet walls as her spasming pussy tried to futilely milk a cock that wasn’t there. Harry gleefully slurped up all the juices Hermione had to give, moaning as he licked up everything she gushed out.

Hermione shuddered as her love pulled away but not before giving her pussy a last kiss. She had to fight the urge to get back on her knees and worship Harry’s cock when she saw the lower part of his face covered in her release. Hermione would love to do it, but it might become a cycle of oral sex that might never end.

Hermione wouldn’t mind doing that another day, but she wanted to lose her virginity with Harry today…. along with gaining something else.

“That was wonderful, Harry,” Hermione said as she sat up with a flushed face before kissing his lips, not minding that she tasted herself in the process, “I never expected you to do that for me.”

“Well, that’s one of your rare moments where you’re wrong,” Harry’s hands couldn’t stop running over her sides, feeling the curves she possessed underneath, “There are going to be many, many times in the future where I’ll practically live between your legs.”

Hermione’s flushed face grew even redder as she giggled nervously. She hoped he would feel the same way after she asked him something that would change the rest of their lives.

“I wouldn’t mind that, but I hope you’ll feel the same way after this.”

Harry frowned in confusion. This was the second time Hermione said something like this.

“You know what I wrote in the letter? And the gift I wanted to give you on my birthday?”

Hermione didn’t let Harry speak and covered his mouth with her palm. She was afraid that she would lose her courage to go through with this if he said anything.

“I was thinking about how we could show our love for each other during the summer. Losing our first time with each other is certainly one of them, but there is one that is more permanent. One that would tie us together for the rest of our lives.”

Harry pursed his lips in thought behind Hermione’s palm. He was thinking of soul bonds or something similar. He had always thought they were fodder for romance novels, but if they were real, Hermione would be the one to find out about it.

“I want to carry your baby, Harry. I want you to get me pregnant.”

Harry didn’t register what Hermione said for a few seconds. It was unbelievable since it didn’t seem like something she would say.

“It might seem early, but I don’t think that’s true!” Hermione rambled when Harry stared blankly at her, “We’re almost of age, and you’re the last of your house. You need an heir to carry your line, right? Plus, I think we’re forever, don’t you, Harry? Why wait to build a family when we don’t need to?”

“Hermione,” Harry said after pushing away Hermione’s hand, stopping her word vomit, “Is this a joke? What about your education?”

Harry wouldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t want this. He desperately did, but he always thought it would be something a couple years in the future. A family of his own was everything Harry wanted, and Hermione was always included in that.

Hermione’s hopes were raised when Harry didn’t immediately deny her request. Plus, while he didn’t say anything, his twitching cock certainly did. It looked as if it couldn’t wait to fuck a baby into her. Hermione still kept her expectations low since Harry’s cock wanting one thing might not mean his mind would follow it.

“This wouldn’t affect my education at all!” Hermione reassured Harry, “After the stress of using a time turner to attend more classes than feasible on a normal day, I doubt this would change my grades.”

Harry looked away from Hermione’s eager face, but that didn’t exactly help him. Every part of Hermione’s perfect body made him want to accept. He still remembered the sweetness of her cunt, and filling it with the intent to seed the love of his life greatly appealed to him. As for Hermione’s body above that area, it was equally arousing for Harry.

The white shirt was sticking to Hermione’s skin from the sweat caused by Harry slurping on her pussy. It did nothing to hide the slender body underneath. More importantly, it highlighted the necklace that Harry bought for her.

Harry kissed Hermione’s lips while running his thumb over the diamonds before making a decision. He had no reason to deny her if she wanted it and was sure it would only be good for them. Hermione wasn’t one to make a life-changing decision like this on a whim.

“Okay.”

Hermione shivered when Harry’s warm breath went over her lips before realizing what he had said. She squealed and jumped on Harry, making him fall back on the mattress with Hermione straddling him.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Hermione repeated rapidly between kisses to Harry’s lips.

He just laughed and thought that he should be the one saying that. Hermione wasn’t doing him a favor by doing this. Instead, she was giving him the best gift of his life. They were lost in the excitement until Hermione inadvertently slid her bare pussy over Harry’s stiff shaft.

Hermione gasped as she clenched her hands on Harry’s chest, the feeling of Harry’s cock against her tight opening reminding her of his enormous size. She was a little more confident about handling his massive cock after swallowing every millimeter of his cock down her throat, but she was still nervous.

It would be the first time she would have anything that large stretching her open. The previous largest being Harry’s tongue a short while ago.

“R-Right,” Hermione stammered, “I supposed we should get started, then.”

Harry’s fists were clenched by his side to resist the urge to lift Hermione and drop her on his cock. Not only was that ridiculously moronic, but it would also cause Hermione pain, no matter how much magic would help.

He watched Hermione lean back to grab the wand on the bedside table, shuddering as the movement caused her cunt to slide on his shaft.

“Infantem Paratus.” Hermione cast the spell while pointing to her lower stomach before throwing her wand back on the table.

“It’s a spell that encourages pregnancy,” Hermione explained when Harry looked at her curiously, “It doesn’t guarantee it instantly, but after a few tries, it’ll be hard for me not to be pregnant.”

Hermione smiled when Harry’s cock throbbed against her dripping pussy. “You like that? The thought of fucking me pregnant the same night you take my virginity?”

Harry gripped her thighs and growled, “I can’t wait. I’m going to cum inside you until we’re sure you’re carrying.”

Hermione rocked her hips in reply. “Good. That’s exactly what I want. Keep making love to me… fuck me until my pussy is dripping with your seed.”

Hermione lowered her mouth to meet Harry’s lips, moaning softly when she found them open and willing to accept her tongue. She slid her tongue into his mouth as they kissed passionately. Their bodies were close together, his chest pressed against her perky breasts.

The kiss hardened Harry’s cock even more. He gripped Hermione’s hips tightly and repositioned her so his cock pointed straight into her tight pussy. Hermione could practically feel the heat of his shaft on her dripping cunt, and with Harry giving her control over the pace, she felt more confident to take his fat cock inside her.

When Hermione started moving her hips down slowly, they broke the kiss, both gasping at the feeling of his cock forcing open her virgin pussy. Harry could feel the clutching tissues inside Hermione’s channel reluctantly parting, letting him go deeper with every move she made.

“Oh, Merlin! Yesssss!” Hermione hissed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she felt the massive cock, the one she feared would never fit inside her, stretching her cunt to an impossible degree.

Hermione instinctively curled her toes into the sheets, trying to brace herself for the onslaught she knew was inevitable. Even though she had seen Harry’s cock closely, she still couldn’t believe how thick it was. Maybe feeling his magnificent cock busting open her virgin pussy couldn’t be compared to feeling it against her face… or pounding her throat.

Whatever it was, Hermione knew she had fallen in love with it. If she hadn’t already been deeply in love with Harry, the feeling of his massive cock trying to reshape her tight pussy would have convinced her.

Harry was doing everything he could to stop himself from pulling Hermione down on his cock. He had never felt such pleasurable torture before. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being inside Hermione’s pussy, not even the fantastic blowjob she had given him. The only issue he had was the amount of time she was taking to get his cock inside her.

Then again, seeing part of his wide shaft below Hermione’s stretched-open cunt, with the other part buried inside Hermione, was the most arousing thing Harry had ever seen. The only thing he could think of that would be better would be to see his fat cock disappear completely into Hermione’s vice-like pussy.

While Harry was struggling to not lose his mind, Hermione could feel her body trying to reject the massive intruder getting deeper and deeper into her cunt. The fact that she had barely taken half of Harry’s cock made her both fearful and thrilled at the same time.

“Harry,” Hermione said with a strained voice, “Let me get used to this monster.”

Harry had to suppress the urge to dump his load right then. It felt incredible, like Hermione’s pussy was giving the part of his cock inside her a rippling massage.

Hermione rolled her hips in a slow circle as she tried to train her inexperienced cunt to the cock that would be a frequent visitor in the future. Her legs quivered when shocks of pleasure ran through her body.

“Hermione,” Harry warned with written teeth, “I’m getting close.”

This was the first time Harry was having sex, so Hermione didn’t expect him to last for long in the first place. She would have honestly been a little offended if he did. Wouldn’t that mean the sex wasn’t that good?

“Try to hold on, Harry. I want to take your cock all the way inside me before you come. It might not make a big difference, but shooting your load right into my womb could help with impregnating me.”

Harry groaned and closed his eyes to gather himself. Hermione wasn’t helping him by talking. He apparently had a liking for thinking about his girl getting seeded.

Hermione hissed loudly as she lowered herself on the final inches of Harry’s cock until every bit of his shaft was inside her, touching spots in her pussy that would have never been touched with any other man. Her mouth was in a permanent ‘o’ shape at the intensity of her previously tight cunt being stretched to the tearing point. However, when the wide tip of his cock bashed into her cervix, Hermione lost her mind.

“HARRYYY! SO FUCKING DEEP!”

Hermione screamed with her face pointing to the ceiling. Her body thrashed around on Harry’s cock as she started to cum.

It felt like every nerve in her body was on fire as her world seemed to be centered on the fat cock that was claiming her pussy as its property. Hermione’s fingernails dug into Harry’s skin, almost drawing blood with her strength as she bucked on Harry, trying to extend the orgasm ripping through her body.

Harry was forcefully taken along for the ride. There wasn’t even another option when Hermione seemed to lose her mind with pleasure as her pussy tried to milk the cum out of his balls.

Tried and succeeded, that is.

“I’m cumming!” Harry wasn’t sure why he warned her when she wanted him to release everything he had inside her in the first place.

Harry’s whole body was shaking as he emptied his balls, eagerly dumping all the cum he possibly could into Hermione. His buried cock was recoiling inside her with every shot of cum it spat out, flooding her birth canal with a seemingly endless amount of baby batter.

Hermione squealed loudly when she felt the first shot of cum blast into her cervix. The orgasm that was finally slowing down returned with even more intensity. Her overstretched cunt spasmed around Harry, prolonging the blasts of cum that were rocketed into her womb. Hermione was sure with the amount of seed Harry was depositing in her, she would have been pregnant even without the spell she used at the start.

Hermione’s body shook at another powerful orgasm that ripped through her at the thought of Harry succeeding and impregnating her the very first time he came inside her. She collapsed onto him, unable to keep herself upright since her arms seemed to lose all strength. Hermione could feel the massive load Harry dumped into her pussy trying to escape. Thankfully, his cock acted as a plug to keep everything inside where it belonged.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” Hermione said between gasps of air, barely able to speak as she tried to recover from the constant orgasms she was put through.

“… I don’t think I can go back to how it was before this,” Harry sounded like he was lost, “You let out the monster, Hermione. Don’t blame me when you’re sore in the future.”

Hermione let out a wheezing giggle, thinking that Harry was right in more than one way. His monster was still inside her and was still somehow semi-hard. Hermione had a feeling they weren’t done.

“Harry!” Hermione yelped when she was unexpectedly shifted to the bottom. She felt Harry’s weight on her for a second before he quickly supported himself with his arms.

Hermione could feel Harry’s cock rapidly stiffening to its full length as he stared down at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry blurted out as he took in her flushed face, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Hermione felt silly when she looked away from Harry’s adoring gaze with shyness. No matter how many times he heaped praise on her, Hermione had the same reaction. Even when his massive cock was sheathed in her previously virgin pussy.

“Oh!” Hermione’s body was shoved up on the mattress when Harry suddenly gave a slight thrust into her cunt. She instinctively spread her legs further apart to allow him to get comfortable while fucking her.

“I can’t believe our baby will be growing here soon. I love you, Hermione,” Harry pulled away slightly to run his hands over the rumpled shirt sticking to Hermione’s body from the sweat. “Wait, what’s this?”

Hermione gasped when Harry roughly pulled her shirt apart, making the buttons fly everywhere. The protest died at her lips when she was what he was staring at.

“Oh my! What did you do, Harry?”

Harry shot her an amused look before grinning and quickly thrust into her again. While Hermione yelped at getting her cervix beaten by his cock, Harry said, “Remember what I said about giants and witches? This might be why it’s possible.”

Hermione frowned in disgust before it was quickly erased with another thrust Harry gave her tight pussy. Hermione’s logical side had to accept that what he said was true. Harry wasn’t a giant, but he sure as hell had a gigantic cock. She should have known that it wouldn’t have simply disappeared when it was inside her.

Hermione ran her fingers over the cock-shaped bulge that outlined her typically flat stomach. It wasn’t excessive, somehow, but there was no hiding it. Harry’s cock was proudly declaring how deep it had gotten inside Hermione.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Harry growled as he fucked into Hermione a little harder than the last few thrusts. Watching her marvel at the outline of his cock gave him no other choice. It was too tempting.

Harry wanted to make love to Hermione, wanting their first time to be perfect. But the witch was an unintentional tease, constantly doing things that made him want to completely wreck her around his cock.

Harry ran his hands from Hermione’s stomach to her perfect tits, giving them a grope before grabbing her forearms and pinning them above her head. He thought she looked like a sinful angel, with her beautiful brunette curls surrounding her head like a halo and her ripped shirt doing nothing to hide her perfect body. To top off the perfect picture, the glittering necklace looked right at home resting at the top of her chest.

“Sorry, love,” Harry whispered a hair width away from Hermione's lips, “You might be feeling this tomorrow.”

Hermione giggle was choked off by a brutal thrust of Harry’s hips, making her mouth drop open in a silent scream as she felt every inch of that massive cock sheath itself into her pussy with no hint of hesitation.

“Oh, Merlin!” Hermione screamed when Harry started to truly fuck into her.

She could feel his balls bouncing off her cheeks repeatedly every time he slammed his cock off her cervix. Hermione wasn’t sure how long Harry had been fucking her since her mind had completely blanked out. The only thing she did know was that she had been orgasming her brains out.

Hermione could feel her pussy weakly trying to clamp around Harry’s thrusting cock, doing its best to bring the thing that was ruining her to completion so the pleasurable torture would end. Thankfully, Harry had already deposited a load of cum deep into her cunt, and it gave him more staying power to fuck Hermione senselessly.

That didn’t mean he’d last for much longer, though. Especially since Hermione was looking at Harry like he was her god… and the fact that her cunt was apparently built to milk his cock.

“Fucking hell, Hermione!” Harry grunted between his brutal pounding, “I’m going to fill your tight little pussy again, love!”

Hermione could only moan deliriously as she tried to work the muscles in her pussy to help him along. That wasn’t a smart move, and all that accomplished was to make her lose even more control over her body as she shuddered and fell limp.

However, it didn’t indirectly work when Harry saw that Hermione seemingly lost her mind due to cumming too much.

“Here it comes!” Harry slammed his cock as deep as it could go, bashing the tip into her cervix again. Hermione had almost been conditioned to expect that at this point.

Harry captured Hermione’s open mouth in a dominating kiss that perfectly fit his hammering into her tight pussy. With a tongue deep past her lips and his cock nudging at the entrance of her womb, Harry let loose his third load into Hermione’s pussy.

She wrapped herself around Harry as she tried to bring him deeper into her, entirely in a mating mode as she tried her best to get herself bred. Hermione weakly fought against Harry’s tongue as she accepted everything he had to give to her womb.

By the time Harry was done emptying his balls into her pussy, Hermione almost felt like she should be bloated with how long his orgasm lasted. With his cock actually making a clear outline in her stomach, she wouldn’t have been too surprised if she was.

Hermione let out an involuntary moan that came from a combination of disappointment and relief after Harry pulled out of her. There was no way her mind could have taken any more of the sheer pleasure that Harry’s cock gave her. Still, at the same time, the precious cum Hermione worked so hard to get started to escape her unplugged pussy.

After blowing his load for the second time inside Hermione’s pussy, Harry let go of her arms and sat back before taking deep breaths. He wasn’t thinking about the cum escaping her pussy, but he was certainly aware of it. However, he was more concerned about his cock leaving the best place to sheathe itself.

Harry’s cock was still hard and ready to go for another round, but he knew Hermione’s pussy wasn’t an option. Even if this was the first time he had ever had sex, he could tell she was far too sore to take his cock there any time soon.

“You’re still hard?” Hermione asked incredulously, “How is that even possible?”

Harry simply raised an eyebrow and wordlessly implied it was a stupid question. How could he not be hard when she was lying on her back with his cum pouring out of her gaping but quickly tightening pussy.

“No matter how much I want to get impregnated today, my pussy is far too sore for you to abuse it anymore,” Hermione said while covering her creampied twat with a hand as if Harry was going to start fucking her again, “But I have another idea.”

Harry instantly looked at Hermione’s lips. He wouldn’t mind another turn at her mouth since she was insisting and all.

“You already had my mouth and pussy, so why not take the last place where I’m still a virgin?”

“What?” Harry asked blankly.

Hermione smirked before wincing as she moved, flaring the soreness of her entire body after the pounding she was put through. She fought through it until she lay on her stomach, giving Harry the best view of her arse so far. Hermione grasped for her wand again and pointed it at her bum.

“Pelle Sukurin.”

Harry saw Hermione flinch when the spell took effect before she placed her wand back where it had been.

“There. My poor arse won’t get ripped apart by your fat cock.”

“… What?” Harry repeated with the same blank tone.

Hermione looked over her shoulder to see Harry almost drooling while staring at her peach-shaped bum. She knew she was being overly casual, but anything else would have made her clamp up in embarrassment.

“Fuck my arse, Harry. Make it yours like you made my mouth and pussy yours,” Hermione quickly turned away, handing the blush that was blowing up on her face, “Unless you don’t want to. We can stop right here.”

Hermione gasped when she felt a familiar weight on her back, with that thick cock nestling between her cheeks.

“No fucking way we’ll stop here.”

Hermione shivered when she felt the tip of his cock pressed into her far smaller hole. If her pussy was described as tight, her arse would be considered sealed. Especially to the monster of a cock Harry possessed. At least, that was true before Hermione used that spell to lubricate her hole for this moment.

“Don’t choose now to be gentle, Harry!” Hermione ordered, “You won’t be able to fuck me up the arse with this little force.”

Harry got rid of his uncertainty and pushed forward as hard as possible, but still couldn’t get his thick cock into the tight hole until Hermione lurched backward. Suddenly, the head of Harry’s monstrous shaft broke the tight seal of her arse and popped inside.

Hermione screeched loud enough to crack glass when Harry impaled his entire cock in a hole that wasn’t made to take something that large inside.

Being a good boyfriend, Harry immediately froze at his bladder of force-fucking his cock into Hermione’s arse. The only thing was that he froze when his fat knob was buried balls-deep in the arse of the future mother of his children.

“Don’t stop!” Hermione barked out, surprising Harry since he thought she would be furious, “Fuck me! Destroy my little arse like you did my pussy!”

Harry buried his face in Hermione’s wild hair and gladly did as she ordered. Who was he to say no to Hermione begging to get fucked up the arse.

“Oh! OH! OH! YESS! FUCK MY ASRE, HARRY!”

Harry’s hips blurred as he pounded into Hermione’s perky arse, turning it bright red from the repeated beating. He found that he particularly liked the current position. With Hermione lying flat, face down on the mattress, Harry felt like she had given up all control and put her trust in him. And he was using that trust to fuck her arse into oblivion.

Harry grunted as he fucked into Hermione’s arse harder than usual. A thunderous smack was heard as he planted his hips into her soft cheeks, flattening her usually jutting arse as Harry tried to stuff every bit of his length into Hermione’s backdoor.

“I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!”

Harry's moans were drowned out by Hermione’s hysterical screech as she discovered what an analgasm was. Her pussy gushed as it ruined the sheets with sprays of her orgasm with Harry’s cock deep inside her arse.

She wasn’t the only one getting to her release. Harry was rolling his hips on Hermione’s soft arse, moaning softly as he unloaded his fourth load of the day. He had shot his sperm down her throat, blasted his baby batter twice into her womb, and now, Harry would stuff Hermione’s arse with his cum.

“Fuck,” Harry whispered into Hermione’s hair as he unloaded into the tight hole he was ruining. She twitched under him every time she felt him coat her insides with his seed while moaning as her pussy gave her entire body shocks at the orgasms drawn out by Harry using her arse.

When Harry was done filling Hermione’s bum, he fell to his side but pulled her along to keep his cock hilted the warm surroundings of her arse.

He wanted to say something, anything, to describe what he felt for Hermione at that moment. But there were no words that would do justice.

In the end, Harry kissed the back of Hermione’s head softly as he snuggled with her until they decided to leave the bed.

[Break]

The night before Christmas, the Gryffindor common room was decorated with holly and mistletoe as the students in red and gold enjoyed the holidays.

Well, everyone except Ron, who was shooting Harry and Hermione smug looks before obnoxiously snogging Lavender.

“Should I tell him that we don’t mind?” Harry wondered as he stared at Ron, who was attempting to swallow Lavender’s tongue.

“No,” Hermione hid a giggle, “I think this is his attempt at revenge when we kissed too much in front of him. Let him think it's working.”

Harry shrugged and decided that was probably the best choice. Besides, it was still odd with Ron after he apologized for being an absolute dunce about the tournament.

Harry turned away from his best mate and put his attention back on Hermione Granger, the love of his life, the mother of his unborn child.

Yes, Hermione’s pregnancy was confirmed, and the baby that was created by their love for each other was growing in her womb. Harry didn’t think anything could have made him happier. Well, there was one thing that could come close. And hopefully, Hermione would give him that gift of happiness too.

They were sitting together on a couch, enjoying each other's company in one of the rare times when they could relax. Making Harry think about how this could be the time.

He seemed to gain tunnel vision on Hermione as the room faded into the background.

This was it.

This was the perfect time to announce just how serious he was about Hermione.

The baby they created linked them for life, but this would be the final thing that would make everything official.

"Hermione," Harry began as he subconsciously felt his pocket, "I know this might seem sudden, but I have something important... very important that I want to say."

Hermione looked at Harry with wide eyes, realizing what was coming.

Harry took a deep breath and continued. "I have been in love with you for years, and I cannot imagine my life without you. You have been my best friend, my partner in our adventures, and my love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Harry pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a beautiful silver ring with sparkling diamonds, matching the necklace he had gifted her a little over a month ago. Finding something that matched the necklace this well had taken quite a bit of effort.

Hermione gasped in surprise as tears rolled down her face. She nodded her head repeatedly before whispering breathlessly, “Yes!”

Harry had a broad grin on his face as he slipped the ring on Hermione's finger before they shared a kiss. The couple wasn’t aware, but the room was silent at the spontaneous moment happening in front of them. Half of them thought it was a prank since Harry and Hermione were still students.

Not that either of them cared. They were far too lost in the all-important task of taking each other's breath away with kisses.