Their appearance living room met with the unanimous cry of greeting. Tables, a chimney shelf, all that is possible are filled with jugs of pumpkin juice, creamy beer, mountains of cakes and other delicacies. Lee Jordan let Dr. Fireserkus wet crackers, and colorful sparks and stars filled the air. Dean Thomas, a recognized artist, drew a few posters - Harry on "Lightning" is spinning over the tail. On two more - Cedric, with his head in a flame. As before, they all sat down together.

Harry took the food: he was rather hungry, because lately a lump in the throat had not climbed. I do not even believe in such happiness - Ron is near, the first round is over, and before the second there are still three whole months!

Only at one in the morning, Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean went to the bedroom. Harry put the tiny Hungarian tailpiece on his nightstand. Dragon yawned, curled up and closed his eyes.

And Hagrid knew what he was saying, Harry thought, pulling the canopy. And indeed a pretty creature, even a very ...

After lying down with his eyes closed for half an hour, Harry realized that the excitement of the match had not yet passed. Quietly getting out of bed, he walked around the room and made sure that all the neighbors sleep soundly. It became clear that the dream is unlikely to come. Carefully opening the door, he slipped into the common room. Naturally, all students have already dispersed to their bedrooms.

Carefully looking around the living room, Harry noticed a table with a plate of chocolates left over from the feast by the not yet extinct fireplace. Sitting down in a deep armchair next to the table, he began to languidly chew on mint candy. Something hindered gray. Harry reached into the back pocket and found a map of looters. “I wonder if I’m the only one at night at Hogwarts?” “- he opened the map with curiosity. Yes ... not a lot. Only Filch and Snape still walked through the castle. Harry, as a reality, imagined Snape, who, like a huge black shadow, flutters all over the castle. The rest of the population of Hogwarts slept soundly. Except ... Harry did not immediately believe his eyes. In the women's shower was Hermione. “It is curious why did she take it into her head to wash so late? “- Harry carefully stared at a point on the map.

Involuntarily, he imagined what is happening in the shower. Par comes from the stall where Hermione is now. Trickles of water flow through her naked body. Not a lot of foam still bleats on her chest, but she doesn't notice it. Her right palm is between her legs and rubs her clit. She moans slightly. Perhaps she remembers yesterday night.

Now the events of last night appeared before Harry's eyes. His sex with Hermione. He himself did not notice how dozed off.

He awoke to a soft touch on his hand. Hermione stood before him. After the shower (and maybe something else), she flushed, her bath towel tied up her head, she herself was wearing a terry robe, white socks and slippers.

“Harry, I was returning from the shower, and here you are sleeping.” Something happened? - Her voice was gentle, despite what she said in a whisper.

- Not. Just overexcited after the tournament - his gaze involuntarily slid over her robe, as if trying to peek under him.

- Yes, I am also still impressed by your ... flights. You were just gorgeous - she smiled and went tight to the chair. She smelled amazingly clean and fresh.

- Thank. And I remembered yesterday night, - he rose from the back of the chair and touched her hands. She flinched at the touch and blushed even more.

“Uh, Harry ... I also thought about it and I think we just lost our head then,” she tried to speak seriously, but her voice was shaking.

“You're right, we just went crazy,” saying these words, Harry put his lips to her stomach and ran his hands over her waist to her thighs.

“Harry, I think we are ... What are you ... ah,” he slightly parted the robe and ran his hand along the inside of his thigh.

She made a weak attempt to distance herself, but the guy untied the belt on her robe and slightly attracted her to her.

- I'm ... seriously ... mmm ... we're friends ... And Ron ... I'm still ...

For a moment he stopped, looked into her eyes and said seriously:

- And I'm not kidding the same. Hermie, - from the tenderness in Harry's voice, Hermione, the loss of a bit of decisiveness and stopped resisting - I have known about you and Ron for a long time. probably only the blind would not have noticed. But at the moment, Ron behaves like a complete asshole. I do not urge you to change him, but be with me at the moment

Harry finally managed to put her on his lap and put his arm around, put his hand on her waist. Hermione continued to stare into his eyes.

- I want you, and you want me. I'm feeling it. And why shouldn't he help each other? Friendly, - smiled at Harry.

“Only then do not start apologizing to me and do not crawl behind me on your knees,” she smiled slyly and slightly lifted her shoulders, from which the robe slid off her shoulders, revealing magnificent hills of her breasts to Garia.

He kissed her bare shoulder and slid his lips to her neck. With his hand, he took hold of her chest, slightly squeezing her, trying to fully feel all her tenderness. Hermione no longer thought to resist, bringing an agitated purring "yes" out of her chest, and her hands began to unbutton the belt of his robe.

Having finished the study of the breast, in the meantime his hands finally pulled off the girl’s robe (or young woman?). Leaving her naked, he began to examine her body with his hands. Like yesterday, her hips were hot, her butt - elastic, and her "pussy" - appealingly wet. When Harry began to carefully scrutinize the last place, Hermione groaned out loud, but she had to bite her lip so as not to wake anyone at school.

Realizing that it was necessary to continue, Harry slightly moved his chair to the side, setting Hermione deeper into the chair. When her chest was level with his mouth, Hermione pressed his head against hers. He took turns kissing her nipples, driving her tongue around them, while nibbling and tickling them. Hermione felt at times growing bliss and closed her eyes, she held his head with her hands and brushed his hair. Hearing that her breathing had become deeper, Harry realized that he was on the right path again. With kisses he fell lower and lower until he stopped on his stomach.

In anticipation, Hermione spread her legs apart and waited for Harry to introduce her member. However, Harry’s plans included something else.

A couple of times in the films of his cousin, he saw how men did it, angles were always pretty successful, so Harry remembered everything exactly. He approached her "pussy." It was not difficult to find the clitoris, he looked out of the labia like a tiny button from excitement, but he did not pounce on him like a hungry beast. In the beginning, he began to kiss the inner side of Hermione's thighs, gradually, kissing after kiss, approaching the cherished goal.

From this approach, Hermione finally broke off, and on her special lips began to appear beads of grease. Finally, having reached her “pussy” covered with soft fluff of brown hair, he carefully, barely touching his lips, kissed her exactly where the clitoris stuck out with a small button.

Startled, Hermione opened her eyes slightly:

- Harry! What are you doing ... ahhhhh ... hhhhh ...

But Harry did not even think about stopping; he began to receive strange pleasure and increasing excitement from it. There were no unpleasant smells, there was a pleasant smell of chamomile soap (apparently Hermione was caring for her sexual organ well) and something else.

In the beginning, he began to gently kiss her labia, from each kiss across the body of Hermione was heard one by one warm waves.sometimes pushing them apart with the tongue, then he ran the tip of the tongue over them, lingering a little on the clitoris. From such affection, Hermione threw back her head and began to moan out loud. However, very quickly the bright mind triumphed over the flesh. She groped her wand and raised it ...