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A Happier Halloween- Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-12-11 22:45:10 +0000 UTCAN: Hey everyone, thanks for voting in the last poll. Considering there wasn't a huge response to the first part of this story, I was surprised that this won rather easily.
There will still be a new poll this week, it's just going to come out on Friday, so expect that then. Hope you enjoy!
Living on the run, whilst simultaneously trying to find more horcruxes and the means of destroying them, was rather difficult to say the least. Though, I can’t say I’d rather be doing it with anyone else.
Laying in his bed, Harry watched Hermione as she poured over another book, still trying to learn anything that she might find useful. It was just the two of them in the tent, though that wasn’t anything new since they’d gotten together the year before.
Despite being in a relationship of his own at the time, Ron… hadn’t taken the news well and had thrown himself into his relationship with Lavender to the detriment of his friendship with either him or Hermione. He wouldn’t pretend like it was easy for either of them, but they weren’t willing to forgo their happiness for Ron’s sensitivities.
“I just can’t imagine how we’re ever going to find the Sword of Gryffindor.” Hermione pulled her nose out of the book and glanced in the direction of the locket laying on the table just within her reach, “But I want that thing gone.”
Harry snorted out a laugh, “I don’t either, and I certainly want it gone, but I’m not sure what that has to do with advanced defensive charms?”
Snapping the book closed, Hermione rolled her eyes, “I can read and think at the same time, Harry.” That seemed rather contradictory to him, but given how long he’d known her, it seemed perfectly reasonable.
As she made her way over to him, he opened his arms and she filled the space, nestling against his chest. She hummed in her throat as she hugged his hips, “This feels nice…”
It would be fair to guess, given they were two young adults, alone, in a tent, in a relationship, that they were rutting like rabbits. But these simple acts of small intimacy were far more common given the general stress they were under day in and day out. Though that didn’t mean they didn’t still take the opportunity when it presented itself.
Kissing the top of her head, he couldn’t help but agree. The moment was unfortunately broken when his stomach growled loudly. Since the loss of Grimmauld Place, after their hasty retreat from the Ministry after their little theft job, food was a bit more difficult to come by, “You’re hungry, huh?”
“I guess so…” She made a disgruntled noise as he lifted her and placed her on the bed, “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” Heading into the tent’s kitchen, he opened the cabinets to find them predictably bare.
“So… what are the options?” He heard from the other room.
“Half a tin of baked beans, a portion of pasta… and the last bit of a sausage roll.” It’d been something of treat that they’d been divvying for far longer than was reasonable.
“Right, sounds like quite the feast. I’m sure you’ll manage to turn it into something delicious for yourself.” Hermione assured him with some forced humor.
“You need to eat to, you know?” He called out.
He could hear the roll of her eyes even from the other room, “I had a bag of crisps maybe an hour ago, Harry. Just worry about yourself.”
That was unlikely, he was sure they didn’t have a whole bag of crisps left, but he wasn’t going to argue with her over it. He filled a pot with water and brought it to a boil for the pasta as the tent went quiet again. About ten minutes later, he walked out of the kitchen back into their living space with a bowl of buttered noodles and the last of the sausage roll. A meal fit for a king, truly…
However, he was caught off guard when he realized that he was alone, “Hermione?” There was no response, and he felt a flare of panic until he saw a small note sitting on their small table.
In her neat handwriting was a quick message. I’ll be back soon, don’t worry. Given they were on the run facing a constant threat to their lives, worry was just a natural part of everyday life. Still, he trusted his girlfriend to look out for herself and wouldn’t let it worry him any more than usual.
Tucking into his meal, he found himself staring at the hands of the clock as the seconds ticked by waiting for her. He absently twirled the pasta on his fork until it was all gone, and Hermione still had yet to return. He was just beginning to worry when he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Knock! Knock! Knock! That… was utterly perplexing. That was definitely somebody knocking on a door. The only problem was that the tent didn’t actually have one. Popping his head into the main living space, his brow furrowed as he looked to the entrance. There, where it certainly hadn’t been a few short minutes ago, was a door.
Knock! Knock! Feeling a sense of acute déjà vu, Harry went to the door and opened it to find Hermione on the other side, “Trick or treat?”
This time, she wasn’t wearing a magically enhanced cat costume, but what she was wearing was just as ball tinglingly attractive. That first time was etched into his mind, and he was sure it would remain there until the day he died. He had a feeling that this was going to be no different.
Hermione was dressed like ‘Little Red Riding Hood’… although that would be a bit of a discredit to the fairy tale. Her skirt was blue and white plaid and puffy but only went far enough down to cover the curve of her perky bum cheeks from the back. Her shirt was a buttoned vest that seemed to work something like a corset to plump up her breasts. White stockings encased her lovely legs. She wore healed clogs that she clicked together as she swung her basket from side to side while she looked up at him with her big brown eyes expectantly.
It was obvious that Harry had lost track of the day, because apparently, unbeknownst to him, it was their anniversary. Something that my girlfriend clearly isn’t upset about. Unlike the last time he’d found himself in this situation, he responded confidently as he leaned against the conjured doorframe, “Sorry, but I’m all out of candy, miss.”
“Oh… well… hey! Put me down!” Whatever else she was going to say was lost as he grabbed her by the hips and carried her into the room behind them. Her protests were token at best, as she let him take her into the room.
Depositing her pretty, little bum on the table, he made sure that she was sat right on the edge as he loomed over her, “But this was your plan, wasn’t it?” Hermione swallowed thickly at the predatory look in his eye, “You couldn’t get candy so thought you might get an entirely different treat, didn’t you?” Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, she nodded slowly, “I think I know exactly how I can make it up to such a sexy ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.
Feeling very much like the Big Bad Wolf, Harry dropped to his knees between her slender thighs. He pushed them apart just that little bit further as he slipped his head beneath her barely-there skirt, “Naughty girl.” If the skirt hadn’t been scandalous enough, her lack of knickers really completed the outfit.
“Oh…” Hermione gasped as he buried his tongue in her juicy slit. Her finger scratched against his scalp as her chest heaved. His lungs were filled with her sweet aroma, his nose wet with her juices as he forced his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could manage, scraping it along her sensitive walls and making that grip on his head grow all the tighter.
Hermione rolled her hips to meet against his face, losing herself to his enthusiastic ministrations. She had the wherewithal to flip up her tiny skirt so that she could look down at him as he went to work.
He flicked and pressed his tongue against her in a rather haphazard pattern at first, though focusing on those spots that he knew his girlfriend enjoyed most. Her pale thighs squeezed on either side of his head as her juices started to run along the inside of them to stain the tops of her stockings
“Oh… fu…” Her surprise was entirely warranted. He’d placed her on the table very deliberately, so that she was essentially resting on the small of her back. It meant that her tight, puckered hole, looking so enticing beneath her pink slit, was still very much open to him and his carnal desires. Gathering some of her juices on his fingers, he teased her tiny asshole, before popping just his pinky inside.
A flood of her juices bathed his tongue, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh to himself. For everything he thought he knew about Hermione, she still found ways to surprise him. He half expected her to flinch at the intrusion into her virgin bum, but instead it only seemed to make her that much needier. It wasn’t lost on him that he very nearly managed to get her to swear because of it either. Something to remember in the future.
But he had a much more important task at hand. As he started going through the alphabet with his tongue, Hermione let out a cute little whimper with each new swipe. He could tell that she was getting close. Her nails in his hair were almost painful as her face and chest grew flush.
After getting through the whole alphabet three time, he pushed her over the edge by changing his focus to her eager clit. The little bundle of nerves was small, just peaking out from its hood. When his tongue drifted up to flick against her there, he let his pinky sink down to the next knuckle in her clutching ass.
Hermione jolted, thrusting her hips hard enough against his face that it was nearly enough to push him away. Grabbing her hip to hold her still, or at least as still as he could manage, he worshipped her clit with his tongue. Her climax came with a primal scream. She held him there with both hands as she tried to form a full thought, “Oh my… so… oh… yes! Yes!” It devolved into cries of pleasure.
If she thought that her ‘Big Bad Wolf’ would be satisfied with eating her just once. She was decidedly mistaken. In the heights of her peak, he’d managed to sink his pinky all the way to his first knuckles. She seemed to notice when she moaned as he wiggled it.
“Harry… what are you…” Her questions died into a whimper as he went right back to sucking and licking her tight pussy like it was the most delicious thing to ever touch his lips. Which is exactly what I thought from the first time I ever tasted her.
He pushed her to another screaming orgasm and then another. By the fourth, her legs were shaking on either side of his head as she forced his mouth away from her slit. Through every moment of her own pleasure, Hermione had watched him, at least when he wasn’t making her eyes roll to the back of her head. It was only when she forced him away that she finally allowed her back to drop to the table.
Standing, he couldn’t help the cocky smile that came to his lips as he watched her twitch and shudder in the aftershocks. His face was covered in her juices, and there was a small puddle where he’d been kneeling. Her once perfectly white stockings were mostly translucent along the inside all the way down to her knee.
Holding himself over her on the table, he leaned down to kiss the side of her neck before making his way up to her lips. She smiled against him as she started to return from her cum-induced high.
Then she finally opened her eyes, they were dark, full of lust, and suddenly he was the one that felt like prey. With a touch to his shoulder, she guided him to his back. With a sexy smile she hooked her finger in the waistband of his trousers and pants and pulled them down and off his legs all in one go. His hard cock sprung up and slapped hard against his stomach. There was a stain on his shirt where precum had flicked from his tip.
Hermione licked the pearlescent glob off his shirt before helping him out of it. Now that he was fully naked, she seemed satisfied. Straddling him, she dragged her little slit along the underside of his cock and let her damp petals kiss his crown. Biting her lower lip, she took him in hand, “Just let me do all the work. Little Red wants to go for a ride.”
Any other time and such an obvious line would’ve seemed forced, but Harry was far too horny to care. He gave a light chuckle that quickly turned into a groan as her soft folds enveloped his swollen tip. Her words were meant more for herself than him, but he heard them anyway, “Never get used to that stretch.”
In all fairness, he doubted that he’d ever get used to the perfect tightness of her clutching heat either. Slowly, she let her pussy surround every inch of his cock until her perky cheeks were seated right above his cum-filled balls. Harry moved to grab her hips, but Hermione batted them away before he could manage it. Wiggling her hips, she reminded him, “I told you… let me do all the work.”
Deciding, not for the first time in his life, that it was best just to listen to her, Harry laid back with his hands at his side and watched the spectacle that was his girlfriend bouncing on his cock. She started slow, working herself into a rhythm until there was a steady clap… clap… clap… filling the air in the tent.
She braced herself on his chest, using him to make sure that she could throw every bit of her weight down with every thrust. It was difficult not to reach out for her, not to pull open the buttons of her top and reveal her bouncing breasts, but he managed.
But Hermione sometimes knew what he wanted before he even did, and without being asked she pulled open her top and tweaked one of her own pink, stiff nipples. Her head lolled back in pleasure, and he could see the ring of her girlcum at the base of his cock grow just that little bit thicker because of it.
There was a particular twist of her hips as she reached the very tip of his cock before she pushed herself back down that had him clenching his hands to stop from succumbing to the growing pleasure, and Hermione noticed, “You like that, huh? You like the way that tight… little… pussy feels when I squeeze down on your big cock.”
“So tight… feels so fucking good.”
While she didn’t ever curse, something about hearing him do it only spurred her on. With a soft squelch she popped off his cock and spun around. But not before briefly dipping down to lick their combined juices from his shaft. She giggled as she felt him shiver. With her perky bum pointed in his direction, she pulled up her belt of a skirt to make sure he had the best possible view.
Placing her feet on either side of his hips, she squatted over him as she guided his cock back to her puffy pussy. Bracing herself against his knees, she dropped her peachy bum down all at once until her cheeks clapped against his groin. At the bottom, she flexed each bum cheek, and made the dimples in her back that much more prominent. It nearly made him cum on the spot, but he wasn’t willing to let go of this image too soon.
Pulling herself back up his shaft, she did it slowly until even the ridge of his crown popped free of her tight seal before forcing her perfect pussy back down his length.
Plap… plap… smack… She was so incredibly wet that he would occasionally see little droplets of her juices smack up from where they met. Her breathing grew ragged as she put on the single most athletic display he’d ever seen from his bookish girlfriend. He felt her sweat drip down to land on his thigh as she just kept going.
Even when he felt her wall quiver with orgasm, her legs shaking from the pleasure, she still managed to keep bouncing on him. But there was only so much that her body could take, and she finally whined out a plea, “Please… please cum, Harry… I want it.” There was one more unspoken truth there as well. She simply can’t keep it up much longer.
Still, Harry wasn’t going to cruelly deny his girlfriend what she’d so clearly earned. And truthfully, he couldn’t hold out much longer even if he tried. Still, he wanted to make sure he got to cum inside of her spasming cunt if he could. So, he finally broke her command, but he thought it was for a good cause.
Palming her ass, she didn’t protest to his touch, and he got the desired reaction as his pinky penetrated her tiny butthole again. As she let out a primal scream, she sat down with his entire cock lodged in her twitching hole.
What came out of his mouth was something between a moan and growl as his shaft twitched violently within her rippling depths. He swelled and dumped rope after rope of hot cum into her desperate pussy. Hermione gave little humps as she slumped forward, but even in her mind-addled state, she didn’t let him slip free of her grippiness.
Slowly they came down from their shared peaks, Harry staring at the sight of some of his cum dripping around the seal of her sex to pool at the base of his cock.
Hermione groaned as she lifted off his softening member. A thick glob of his spunk dripped from her swollen sex and landed on his cock. Without a second thought, Hermione pivoted around and started cleaning him of their combined juices. She sucked up ever drop, licked his shaft with her soft tongue to make sure she got the last of it before finally kissing his tip as though it was a farewell for the night.
With her head resting against his hip, she gave him a lascivious smile, “We taste good together.”
Harry could only shake his head at his own good fortune, “I’ll take your word for it.” Opening his arms, she crawled up him to fill the space just as she had early that night. The table wasn’t quite as comfortable as the bed, but he wasn’t sure if either of them had the strength just yet to make the switch, “Happy anniversary, love. Sorry I didn’t get you anything.”
She turned to him with an arched eyebrow, “What do you mean you didn’t get me anything… you made me cum seven times by my counting, and given our current situation, you couldn’t exactly go out to get me a gift.”
He rubbed her back absently, “I could’ve gone and gotten you flowers.” There was an unspoken, ‘if I remembered.’ But considering this night happened to begin with, she clearly isn’t bothered by it.
Hermione just rolled her eyes, “Flowers are nice enough, but I always prefer a book.” She rested her head against his chest again and sighed contentedly, “But I didn’t need either, this was better, trust me.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?” he joked, “She’d never think anything could be better than a good book.”
She turned to look at him again. This time there was no teasing, she was deadly serious, “You’d be surprised.” With that heartfelt admission, Harry found the strength to lift her and carry her to bed. They both found themselves sleeping pleasantly despite the troublesome locket nearby.
