The Perfect Woman (Patreon)

Even smart people do stupid things sometimes.  If anyone caught a glimpse of what Hermione Granger was doing that evening, that would be one of the most generous conclusions that they could come to.  She was well aware that brewing a potion that she had no experience with, that she had found only a single reference to in all her research, that she fully intended to drink as soon as she could, was stupid, but she couldn’t help it.

The perfect woman.

Such a vague little phrase, so utterly subjective.  What was perfect to one could be hideous to another, and she had no idea what the person, presumably male, who wrote that little recipe book she had found lost in the restricted section had meant.  It was a small book, one coated in so much dust, tucked away behind a shelf, that it probably hadn’t been seen in centuries.  Under any other circumstances, she wouldn’t have even considered doing something that unwise, but as she went through the slow, painful slog of her sixth year at Hogwarts, her circumstances weren’t normal.

“Lavender’s clearly the perfect woman,” Hermione muttered bitterly, “at least from the male perspective.  Beautiful, buxom, brainless.”

Brainless was unnecessarily harsh.  Her dormmate wasn’t truly unintelligent, but she cared little for her studies and seemed to have minimal ambition aside from looking beautiful and keeping up with the latest gossip.

“Just the way Ron likes them,” she spat as she turned the potion clockwise again.  She hated feeling so bitter and envious, but the fact that Ron just didn’t see her as a girl was easier to accept when he was single.  If he had just started dating a girl from another house, at least she wouldn’t have had to see them together quite as often, but having him and Lavender practically glued together was driving her mad.

“It’s only temporary,” Hermione said to herself. “Just a short test to see if larger breasts and wider hips would draw his eye.  If not, I go back to normal and just accept that he will never be interested in me.”

The potion’s description didn’t explicitly say that it was temporary, but there was another recipe in the little book with nearly the same ingredients and promised effects that explicitly said that it was permanent.  The potion turned a rich mauve just then, perfectly in line with the description in the book, and Hermione let out a contented sigh as she took the cauldron off of the heat.  She poured out a dose of the potion into a small vial and put it aside to cool as she cleaned up her work space.  The rest of the potion could be kept under stasis charms for a while, so she transferred it to a larger container and cleaned her cauldron.

Once that was done, she looked over at the little vial and contemplated what preparation she might need for taking it.  If the potion was going to change her physically, then getting out of her most restrictive clothing was probably a good idea.  She stripped down, pointedly ignoring the mirror that the Room of Requirement created at her subconscious insistence until she was fully nude.

“Am I really that unattractive?” she wondered to herself as she beheld her body.  She was as thin as ever, with small, pert breasts.  Her behind was more eye-catching, or at least she thought so, with years of having carried heavy book bags up multiple flights of stairs having toned it well.  Her figure was much like her mother’s and unlikely to change much more on its own.

Shaking her head, she folded her clothes, placing them aside, and threw her outer robe over herself. As she smoothed it, she looked over at the potion, and it gave her pause.  It hadn’t called for any ingredients that she hadn’t used before, something that made her feel better about the whole idea, and she was convinced that the effects would be temporary.  With a calming breath, she grabbed the potion and removed the stopper.  Proving just why the Sorting Hat hadn’t even suggested putting her in Ravenclaw, she brought the potion to her lips and threw it back, swallowing the whole thing in one gulp.

“Ugh,” Hermione groaned lightly at the taste.

After all these years, she would have honestly been more worried if it hadn’t tasted awful, truth be told.  Her robe was loose and open enough to display her assets, and she kept an eye on them in the mirror as she waited.  A minute passed and then another, with nothing happening.  The potion had turned the exact shade that the recipe had called for, so she knew that it had been correct.  Given how long it had clearly been since anyone touched the book, Hermione had thought it possible that the recipes within it might turn out to be duds.  She was just about to come to that conclusion when she felt heat start to build just under her bellybutton.

Placing her hand there to try and feel that odd heat, she said, “what in the...oh no!”

Hermione sank to her knees as that heat grew dramatically worse and spread lower.  Lust, such as she had never known, overwhelmed her, and she let herself fall slowly forward until her face was on the floor, her ass sticking straight in the air.  She brought her hand to her suddenly dripping cunt, and her pubic hair came off as she brushed past it, sticking to her fingers.  In annoyance, she rubbed the rest off, rinsing her hand off in the basin of water the Room summoned over and over again until the rest of the annoying hair had fallen off and been rubbed away.

“Ahh fuck,” she moaned as three of her thin fingers sank inside herself with embarrassing ease.  She was so impossibly wet that she thought for a moment that she could fit her entire fist in her overheated pussy, but on some deep, primal level, she knew that even that wouldn’t help her.

“I need cock!” she cried, her eyes filling with tears as her terrible need consumed her. “Big, throbbing, delicious, pussy-ruining…”

Hermione cut herself off as, for a moment, lucidity returned to her, and she cursed her own stupidity.  She had been so sure that what the author meant by the perfect woman was purely superficial.  She would go up a few cup sizes, her arse would get bigger, and maybe her hair would straighten a bit.  She had been thinking of what a teenage boy would think perfection was.  Whoever had written the recipe, though, had very different ideas than her.  To him, the perfect woman was a quivering, permanently wet nymphomaniac too horny to think straight.  Praying that she hadn’t been wrong about the effects being temporary as well, she realized that she needed help.

“Male help,” she murmured to herself, “from a big, strong, well-hung…”

She cut herself off and whimpered.

*****

“Hermione?” Harry heard Dean ask, “are you alright?”

Looking up from the Transfiguration chapter he was trying to get through as he relaxed after dinner, Harry saw Hermione looking up at Dean, a look on her face that he didn’t recognize.  After a moment, she just shook her head, looking disappointed, and wandered into the common room.  He hadn’t seen much of his female friend over the last couple days, but they had been arguing again about the prince’s potions book, and he had just chalked it up to her being annoyed with him.  Now, though, he was worried.

Hermione walked over to where Ron and Lavender were seated, the two of them so engrossed in each other that they didn’t even notice her.  She again shook her head and looked disappointed.  Putting his book in his bag, Harry walked over to her.

“Hermione?” he asked, and she didn’t even react to hearing her name.  She did look up at him after a moment, though, with that same strange look that she had given Dean on her face.  Her eyes looked almost black, he noticed, as if her pupils were completely dilated, and he saw that she was shaking slightly.  “Hermione, are you alright?”

She stepped right up to him, inhaled as though she were smelling him, and let out a shuddering breath.

“Bloody hell, what's up with her?” Ron asked, finally noticing Hermione for the first time since she entered the room.

“I have no idea,” Harry replied.

“Perfect,” she practically purred.  Her eyes grew more focused then, and she asked, “Harry?”

It was as though she had just realized who he was, and Harry decided he had seen enough. “Hermione, I think you need to see Madam Pomfrey.”

“No,” she said, her voice oddly breathy. “I just need your help.  Come with me?”

“Okay,” he said, fully intending to lead her to the infirmary, “whatever you need.”

“I’ll come with,” Ron said.

“No!” Hermione exclaimed. “I mean, that’s alright, Ron.  Harry can help me all on his own.  You stay with Lavender.”

“Are you sure?” Lavender asked.

“Very,” Hermione replied.

That sealed it as far as Harry was concerned.  Hermione would never normally ask Ron to spend time with Lavender.  Something had to be seriously wrong with her.

“I can handle it,” Harry said, grabbing his book bag. “I’ll talk to you later, mate.”

“Alright,” Ron said, sounding uneasy but letting them go.

“Harry, come,” Hermione said, her voice light and excited.  She left the common room, and he took off after her.  By the time he passed the doorway, she was already on the nearest staircase.

“Bloody hell,” he growled, running after her and hoping that if they came across a professor, he or she would notice both of them.

Hermione flitted forward, weaving through the sparse crowd effortlessly.  There was a manic energy to her that he had never seen before, not even when they were first years, and if he wasn’t worried about her, he would have found it fun.  She got on a moving staircase a few feet ahead of him, and he swore as it took off.  Her eyes never left him as the stairs moved, and as they returned to him, she waited until he got close to start running again.

He palmed his wand, contemplating if it might be better to just stun her and bring her to the infirmary like that, but he decided to leave that to a last resort.  She seemed to be leading him somewhere specific, at least, and as they neared the seventh floor, he got a pretty good idea of where.

“Hermione, why are we going to the Room?” he asked.

“Because this is where I need your help,” she replied quickly, walking back and forth as she spoke.  A door appeared, and she rushed inside.

Harry drew his wand as he followed her, unsure if he would need it, and walked straight into what was clearly a bedroom.  He closed the door behind him to stop her from running off again, and he looked around.  The walls were a light blue, and though there were a bed and a small desk off to the side, what dominated the room was the custom-made bookshelves taking up the entire far wall.  They were packed full, from floor to ceiling, of books that, while they seemed to be organized haphazardly, were probably all exactly where the person who put them there wanted them.  Though he had never been there, it took Harry all of about five seconds to figure out that this was very likely a replica of Hermione’s bedroom.

“Hermione?” he asked, his eyes focusing on the closed door next to the bookshelf. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I messed up, Harry,” she said from the other side of that door.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Not really,” Hermione replied, “but I’m not well.”

“Come out, and I’ll take you to Madam Pomfrey,” Harry said as soothingly as he could. “Whatever is wrong, she’ll be able to help you.”

“I can’t,” Hermione replied, “and the problem will wear off eventually.  I just need your help until then.”

“How can I help?” Harry asked.

“I need you,” Hermione said, throwing the door open and revealing herself to be completely naked.

Harry dropped his jaw and his wand.  As she walked out into the room, he noticed that her inner thighs were glistening wet and that her face, neck, and chest were flushed.  Her eyes were still black, and she was staring at him with a look he was starting to instinctively recognize as hunger.

“Hermione,” he said dumbly, his mouth dry and his cock hardening rapidly.  He knew that he should look away, that she was clearly not herself and under the influence of something, but he couldn’t.  She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Harry,” she replied in kind, her eyes focusing on his crotch. “I knew you were the one; I just knew it.”

“The what?” he asked.

“The one who could help me,” she replied. “It was either you or Hagrid, and he would have asked too many questions.”

“Hel…” Harry cut himself off and finally forced himself to look away. “Hermione, what are you talking about?  You said that you messed up?”

“Uhuh,” Hermione replied breathlessly. “I made a potion that had some side effects.”

“What kind of potion?” Harry asked.

“Something I found in a rare book I stumbled across in the Restricted Section,” Hermione said.

“What?” Harry said, his gaze going back to her as he grew instantly furious. “After all the shit you’ve given me this year over the Prince’s book, you went and tested a random potion on yourself?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “I was a really bad girl.  You can spank me if you want.”

She turned around and presented her surprisingly incredible ass to him, bending over so far that he could see her dripping wet cunt between her thick thighs.

“Fucking hell, Hermione,” he groaned as he forced himself to take a step back from her, his cock so hard that it hurt.

“Hermione, what was the potion supposed to do?” he asked.  What it had done was obvious.

“It was supposed to make me the perfect woman,” Hermione replied, spinning around and leaning back against the wall, her arms stretched over her head. “I thought it would make me prettier, but instead it just made me so horny I can’t think straight.”

Harry felt his cock throb and his heart ache at the same time.  He had no idea that she felt that bad about herself.

“Hermione,” he sighed. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Ahh!” she cried, bending over suddenly.

“Hermione?!” Harry exclaimed.

“Fuck,” she whined. “Having you here, having relief so close, it helped; it made me more lucid for a bit, but it’s coming back.”

“What is?” Harry asked.

“The hunger, the heat,” Hermione replied. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Hermione, we can go…” Harry tried to reason with her.

“Harry, my pussy is on fire,” she whined.  Placing a hand just below her bellybutton, she added, “I can actually feel my womb.  The heat, the hunger, the raw, aching need, all of it is driving me mad.  My clit is throbbing, Harry.  Can you see how hard it looks?”

She reached down and spread the soft, hairless lips of her pink pussy, and pointed at a little pink nub at the top of it that seemed to be poking out of a protective hood.

“We...could go to Madam Pomfrey,” Harry suggested, forcing himself to look away.

“All that she’d do is give me a dreamless sleep potion to help me while this potion wore off,” Hermione argued, “and that would mean telling someone else what I did, and I...even like this I know I’d die of embarrassment.  Please, Harry.”

“I’d be taking advantage of you!” Harry exclaimed. “I care about you too much to…”

“Taking advantage of me?!” Hermione yelled. “I’d be taking advantage of you!  You’ve never once shown interest in mem and I know I’m not your type, but I’m begging you to help me!”

“Hermione, it’s not that I don’t want to,” Harry said. “You can see how much I do, but it would feel like shagging you drunk or something.”

“I can see that you want to,” Hermione cooed, staring again at his covered cock. “That’s actually why I picked you.  You’re so big.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“It’s one of the effects of the potion,” Hermione said. “Looking at a guy and smelling him lets me figure out how big he is.  I’m serious when I say that Hagrid is probably the only man in the castle bigger than you, or Firenze...fuck, Firenze.”

She trailed off there, clearly picturing centaur cock, before continuing. “You’re bigger than Dean, you know.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Harry said, trying not to feel proud of that.

“Yes, I do,” Hermione said, walking up to him and trailing her nails through his hair. “When Ginny finally gets bored of him, you’re going to split her in two.  Your cock will hit places he couldn’t hope to reach, if they’ve even done it; I honestly don’t know.  Wouldn’t you like to have a little experience under your belt first?  A cock like that could really hurt if you don’t know what you’re doing with it.”

Her temptations were getting to him, and Harry eyed his wand on the floor, wondering if he could reach quickly enough to end this madness.  Hermione turned around and stepped back until her ass was pressed right against his throbbing cock.

“It would be just one night,” she said, rubbing herself on him. “One wet and wild night that we could forget if you want.  You’d get to do me a huge favor and lose your virginity at the same time.”

“Yours too,” Harry said. “Right?”

Hermione just giggled, “of course, though you don’t have to worry about it hurting me.  I lost my hymen when I fell on a stump as a girl, and I’m so wet, even your huge, thick horsecock won’t hurt.”

Hermione turned around as she spoke and stroked his cock through his pants.  Harder than he had ever been in his life, Harry honestly couldn’t tell who moved first, but the next thing he knew, the two of them were snogging wildly.  This was nothing like kissing Cho had been.  That had been awkward, uncomfortable, and wet for more reasons than one.

This snogging session was wild and untamed, starting out as the two of them just mashing their lips together.  Finesse came after a moment, the two of them adjusting their movements in favor of more drawn-out kisses.  When he felt her tongue on his lips, he responded eagerly, sucking the slippery muscle into his mouth and bringing his own out to play.  Whether she led him or the other way around, he couldn’t say, but Hermione was rapidly backed towards the copy of her own bed, until Harry was on top of her.

“Too many clothes!” she cried, fumbling to push his robe over his shoulders.

Harry assisted her, and the second his robe was off, her hands were at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to bare his upper body to her.  He wasn’t exceptionally well built, but years of life-or-death situations and Quidditch had given him some defined muscle, and Hermione’s gaze grew somehow even more heated as she stared at his bare flesh.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” she breathed.

“I think that should be my line,” he quipped.

“I’m not beautiful,” she said as casually and emotionlessly as if she were remarking on the weather.

“Not beautiful?” Harry asked. “Just because I’ve never said anything doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed.  I’ve always thought you were pretty.”

Hermione just stared at him in clear disbelief, and he pressed on, caressing her face as he spoke. “Your eyes are warm pools of chocolate, and your hair is a mane, wild and lovely.  You show me these perfect little tits and expect me not to think that you’re gorgeous?”

Her eyes were wide and glistening as she took in his words.  He didn’t know what else to say; hell, he didn’t know where that came from, so he decided to express himself differently.  Kissing her neck as he worked his way to her chest, he paused by her breasts and ghosted his thumbs over her rock-hard nipples.

“Oh, Harry,” she moaned.

“Are these as sensitive as they look?” he asked as he cupped her breasts.

“Yes,” Hermione hissed, clenching her eyes shut. “That feels so good!”

Harry smirked and brought his mouth to her trembling body, planting little kisses all over her soft, warm mounds but avoiding her nipples.  She gasped and moaned, holding the back of his head and neck as he teased her.  When he finally clamped his lips around one of her long, pink nipples, she almost screamed.

“Yes, Harry!” she cried, “just like that!”

He changed up what he was doing constantly as he continued to worship her breasts.  Kissing her nipples, flicking his tongue over them lightly or with greater pressure, and swirling his tongue around the stiff peaks, he tried to find out what worked best for her, all while switching back and forth between them.  Hermione seemed to be in a pleasure coma as he worked, laying back with her eyes closed and mewling as he made her experience things she had never known.  She seemed to be in no hurry for him to stop, and he honestly felt like he could worship her tits for hours.

“That’s so...so...oh Merlin…” Hermione babbled, her whole body beginning to shake. “I think I’m gonna...gonna...gaHARRY!”

She screamed and started convulsing wildly under him, like she was being electrocuted.  Harry reared back in shock and just watched in amazement as she came from just having her breasts played with.  If she was that wound up and stayed that way, then even with his lack of experience, he figured that he could make this good for her.  He looked down between her legs and noticed a small spurt of fluid gush from her sopping pussy.  Her arousal permeated the air and made his mouth water.  He knew that he had to taste her, but as he moved to start kissing his way down her flat, yet soft belly, he found himself hurled back onto the floor, sitting on his ass.

“Hermione?” Harry asked, looking up in sudden fear as he noticed her wand in her hand.

Wordlessly, she removed his pants, boxers, and socks from him, throwing them across the room into a heap.  She tossed her wand away on the bed and crawled over to him.  Her being unarmed again set his mind at ease, but the wild, crazed look in her eyes was still somewhat unnerving.

“I knew you were big,” she gushed as she neared his throbbing length.  Harry hissed when he felt her pick it up, her hand being the first other than his that had ever touched it.

Holding it next to her forearm, she cooed, “I can’t explain how, but I just knew, and look at you!  You’re going to split me in half!”

“I’ll try to be careful,” Harry gasped, trying to reassure her even as he felt his orgasm already approaching.  He had been hard for so long and was so damned turned on that even her hand felt like too much.

“I won’t,” Hermione giggled.  He honestly couldn’t recall if he had heard her giggle before. “You smell so good, baby!”

Burying her face in his sack, she huffed at his scent and moaned. “I knew that was why you smelled so much better than the others.  So much better than Seamus, Dean, or Ron.  Malfoy smelled so bad, I didn’t even have to get close.  He must be hung like a baby carrot, but you’re a proper eggplant!”

Harry hoped that Hermione wasn’t too embarrassed by all of this in the morning because he thought it was rather hot.  When she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, he practically squeaked.

“Holy fuck!” he cried as she switched to the other one. “That feels amazing!”

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” she cooed. “For helping me like this, you deserve a big reward.”

Hermione licked her way up from his sack along the length of his cock, all the way to the head.  Harry, who had been holding on by a thread already, could not give more warning than a strangled cry when she wrapped those perfect lips around the head of his cock, and he came.  Spurt after spurt of cum filled Hermione’s mouth.  She groaned at the taste and started swallowing to the best of her ability.  She was no more experienced than he was and a little of his cum escaped her mouth, trailing down the shaft or dripping down onto his balls.  Once his orgasm ended, she frantically got to work cleaning his cock and balls with her tongue, not allowing a single drop of his semen to go to waste.

“Merlin’s balls, Hermione,” Harry groaned at the overstimulation.

Hermione just giggled, moaning, “you taste so good, Harry.”

“I want to taste you,” Harry said, sitting up to look at her.

“Are you sure?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, and since I’m going to need a few minutes to harden again anyway...” he replied, pointing down at his wilting cock.

He got up and laid down on the bed, resting his head on the replicas of her pillows and carefully moving her wand over to the windowsill.

“Sit on my face,” he said, his tone low and demanding.  Hermione shuddered as she rose to her feet and walked over.

She had cum hard just from having her nipples sucked on, and Harry couldn’t imagine how hard he was going to make her cum by going down on her.  A couple years ago, during the summer, he stumbled across a magazine rather poorly hidden in a cupboard at the Dursley’s.  It was a porno mag and although he hadn’t had much time to look through it, one of the few images that he had managed to get a look at was of a woman sitting on a man’s face, her pussy pressed against his mouth.  He had wanted to try it ever since.

“Which way should I face?” Hermione asked.

“Um,” Harry tried to reply, pausing to think about it.  He weighed the pros and cons of both options for a second before settling on having her sit in the same position that the woman in the picture had. “Face away, I want that incredible arse in my face.”

Hermione panted as she crawled over to him, so horny she was shaking.  She turned around as she reached his chest and moved to straddle him.  Up close, he could see that her pussy wasn’t just dripping; it was also quivering occasionally, as was her winking arsehole.  As she backed up towards his face, Harry licked his lips and grabbed her hips.

Sirius had given him a basic anatomy lesson the summer before his fifth year, so he knew what everything he was looking at was.  Pulling her closer to him, he gave her a long, testing lick from just below her clit to her dripping hole.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, shaking already.

The tangy, slightly salty flavor coated his tongue, and Harry groaned.  Between the pleasant taste and the delightful sounds Hermione was making, he already knew that this was one thing that he was going to be doing a lot when he got a girlfriend.  Digging his fingers into her hips to hold her steady, he started testing out what worked and what didn’t, kissing and licking her pussy in different spots and from different angles.  If Hermione wasn’t under the influence of a potion making her unfathomably horny, this might have been helpful for him, but, much like when he sucked on her breasts, she seemed to be so aroused and sensitive that everything felt orgasmic.  When he brushed his tongue over her clit, though, that did get a particular reaction.

“Yes!” she cried, her thighs shaking against his head. “Right there, Harry, right there.  I’m so close!”

He was going to make her cum again, and the thought made his cock, which had rapidly hardened again while she sat on his face, throb.  As he was about to lick her clit more directly, he remembered something else from that magazine that he had gotten glimpses of so long ago.  A woman had been lying on a bed, holding a plastic sex toy against her clit.  It had apparently been a vibrator, and if a vibrating plastic toy felt good, then it made sense that a vibrating tongue would as well.  Luckily for him, he knew how to make his tongue vibrate.

Fixing the image of a snake in his mind, Harry spoke parseltongue, keeping his tongue right on Hermione’s clit. “I hope this works.”

The effect was immediate as Hermione stiffened atop him and then screamed at the top of her lungs.  It honestly sounded painful, and Harry was about to stop and see if she was alright when she screamed, “YES!”

Taking that as a green light, he continued speaking in the serpent tongue, babbling gibberish so he didn’t have to think of anything in particular to say.  Whether Hermione had one long, continuous orgasm or an unending string of them, she bucked and writhed on his face, screaming herself hoarse.  He held on tight, hoping to keep her from moving away from his tongue, but it was difficult from his position.

A constant stream of her fluids streamed into his open mouth, and swallowing all that while trying to keep his tongue going was a growing challenge.  When, after one particularly hard quake rocked her body, she gushed a geyser of her juices onto him, it proved too much, and he pushed her off, coughing and trying not to drown.  Hermione rolled onto her side, grinning ear to ear and panting like she had been running to class.

“My God, that was…” she trailed off as she noticed him still coughing and rushed over to him in concern. “Harry?!”

“I’m fine,” Harry coughed.

“You don’t look...Merlin, did I do all that?” she asked, looking appalled.

“It’s fine, really,” Harry said as the coughing finally subsided. “What’s a little waterboarding between friends?”

When she didn’t look as amused by that line as he was, he changed the subject, saying, “you seem more like yourself.”

“I’m a little more lucid,” Hermione sighed. “It’s similar to how I was when we first got here.  It’s not gone yet, but you’re clearly helping.”

“Well,” he said, sitting up and stroking his almost painfully hard cock, “if you still want me…”

“You have no idea,” she purred, her eyes growing darker and more unfocused as her concern for him faded. “You made me feel so good, Harry.  What was that?  It almost felt like your tongue was vibrating.”

“Parseltongue,” Harry replied.

“Parse...oh wow,” Hermione breathed.

“It’s finally good for something,” Harry chuckled.

“Good is putting it mildly,” Hermione cooed.

“Do you want to be on top to start?” Harry asked. “I know that you chose me specifically because of my size, but if I really am so much bigger than most, then this might not be that easy, at least at first.”

“You don’t know how big you are?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know what average is,” Harry shrugged, “and it’s not like we guys compare.”

“The average length is about five and a half inches,” Hermione said, grabbing his cock, “and this is far more than that.  It’s wonderfully thick, too.  You’re probably right about it being better if I start out on top.  The potion has probably made this easier, but I can’t say for sure.”

Harry settled back into the spot he had been before and watched as Hermione crawled towards him again.  He had envisioned losing his virginity many times, but nothing in his wildest fantasies had ever been anything like this.  It was marred, of course, by just what the impetus was for the sex, but Hermione needed him, and he wasn’t about to deny her.

“Fuck, that feels incredible,” she moaned as she rubbed her overheated sex on his hard length.

Picking up his cock, she brought the head to her dripping pussy and rubbed it in circles around the soft fleshy lips.  Harry groaned at the feeling and wondered just how much better it was going to feel when that silky heat was enveloping him completely.  He didn’t have to wonder for long as Hermione quickly lined his bulbous head up with her slick opening and pushed down.

“Ah, God,” she cried as he spread her open.

“Holy shit,” he moaned at the same time.  He thought that her mouth had felt great, but her pussy was incredible.  Hot, wet, and tight, she felt like a slick silk glove around his cock, and he was very glad that he had already cum.  As unnaturally wet as she was, she slid down with relative ease, taking his cock to the hilt.

“So full,” she moaned. “Your cock is amazing!”

Harry trailed his hands up from her hips, across her stomach, to cup her breasts, and smiled up at her.

“You feel so good,” he sighed. “When you’re ready, move at your pace.”

“You don’t have to worry about me being ready,” Hermione laughed.  She moved her hips forward, whimpering as a few inches of his cock slid out of her warm tunnel and slammed back down, burying him inside her again.

“Holy hell,” he groaned at the unfamiliar joy.

“Fuck, this is what I needed!” Hermione cried in joy as she started bouncing on his cock.

“Hermione, you’re going to need to...ugh...slow down if you want me to last,” Harry grunted.

“But I’m so close!” she cried, not slowing in the slightest, her hips becoming a blur as she chased her peak.

“Already?”he wondered to himself.  The potion seemed to keep her so hyper-aroused that she was constantly right on the edge.

“YesyesYES!” she squealed as she came.  He had thought that she felt amazing before, but the feeling of her tight little tunnel fluttering around him was even better.  By some miracle, he managed to hold on, riding out her orgasm without cumming himself.  He caught Hermione as she collapsed on top of him and helped her settle comfortably onto his chest.

“So good,” she mumbled against his chest, sounding half-delirious.

Harry gripped her hips and pulled his still-hard cock out of her tunnel, making her whimper at the loss.

“Put it back, please,” Hermione begged, raising herself up to look at him.  Her eyes had a little more brown in them by then and looked somewhat more focused.  Orgasms seemed to be helping her, and Harry was more than happy to continue with that particular treatment.

“I will,” he said softly, “but first I want to see you on your hands and knees.”

Hermione shuddered, and her eyes darkened again.  Without another word, she scrambled to get off of him and crawl to the head of the bed.  As she got into position, resting her head on her hands and keeping her ass high, she was practically shaking.

“Fuck me, Harry,” she begged, wiggling her ass for him.

Harry let out a shuddering breath of his own and crawled over to her.  Her dripping cunt looked so enticing that he’d have been tempted to taste her again if she didn’t desperately need his cock.  Sinking his fingers into her hips, he lined himself up with her sopping opening and plunged inside her to the hilt.

“Yes!” she shrieked. “Fuck me hard; don’t hold back!”

Harry, by this point, had plenty of reason to believe that the potion was going to keep Hermione in a state of extreme arousal until it wore off and that, so long as he could keep making her cum again and again, whether by his cock, his tongue, or even his fingers, he could help her cope with its effects in the meantime.  With that in mind, he didn’t feel the need to hold back at all as he started fucking her again.  He’d be able to get another erection quickly enough after he came, and she clearly wanted it hard and fast.

He started pounding her incredibly wet pussy with long, hard thrusts, pulling half of his cock out of her each time.  The squelching sounds it made were drowned out only by her moans and screams of pleasure.

“Harder, harder!” she screamed, rocking back against him in time with his thrusts.

His hips were smacking her arse hard enough to make it jiggle, but he couldn’t concentrate on the alluring sight, focused as he was on making Hermione cum again.  He felt his own orgasm approaching and grew desperate.  Reaching under her, he brought his fingers to her engorged clit and started stroking it gently with his callused fingers.  Hermione reacted immediately, going stiff under him and then shaking uncontrollably.

“YES!” she screamed so loudly that it made his ears ring.  Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she collapsed onto her belly, dragging him with her.

Continuing to fuck her prone form, Harry couldn’t hold on anymore.  She felt too good as she came around him again, and he lacked the experience to keep from joining her.  His balls tightening was the only warning he got before he was spurting inside her, cumming harder than he ever had in his life.  He was still thrusting when Hermione screamed even louder, her pussy contracting around him even harder than it had when she came.  Harry collapsed on top of her as the two rode out the waves of ecstasy together.

When Harry finally recovered enough to move, he pulled his softening cock out of her sweltering depths and rolled over.

“Hermione?” he whispered, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep, as she seemed.

When he got no answer, he let out a sigh of relief and settled on his back.  It seemed like his orgasm had triggered a second, even stronger one in her.

“No doubt another side effect of that idiotic potion,”Harry thought to himself.  He and Hermione were going to talk about that once he was sure that she was okay.

“Harry?” he heard her whimper as she woke up.

“Hermione?” he asked, rolling onto his side and brushing her hair out of her face.

“More,” she moaned, giving him a heated, lustful gaze.

Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch and start to harden again under that look.  He seriously hoped that he would be able to keep up with her.

*****

Harry awoke the next morning to the sensation of something tickling his nose.  As he opened his eyes, his whole world was pleasant-smelling darkness, with not a single hint of outside light peering in.  He was about to try to drift back off when he finally noticed the warm, clearly naked body pressed up against him.  Memories flooded in of the previous night, and his pulse quickened as concern for Hermione flooded him.  She had seemed to be herself again, at least an exhausted, almost seemingly boneless version of herself, by the end.

He seriously hoped that she would be herself again when she woke up, though, because if she wasn’t back to normal, he was going to have to bring her to Madam Pomfrey, no matter what.  Slowly, carefully untangling himself from her, he pointedly ignored the sticky sounds that their parting skin produced and hoped that it wouldn’t wake her.  He was going to need his wand if she was still the same sex-crazed, half-mad version of herself that she had been.  He had had no luck convincing her to see the school nurse and doubted that would change.  Reaching over to the windowsill, he grabbed his glasses and carefully put them on.

“Huh?” Hermione asked as she woke up, and Harry cursed in his mind.  Her waking up turned the lights on as the Room responded to her, and she turned around quickly, saying, “oh God, no.”

“Hermione?” Harry asked.

“I...we…,” she trailed off, looking horrified, and pulled the sheet up to cover herself as much as possible.

“Hermione, it’s going to be alright,” Harry said, trying to calm her. “Are you feeling better?”

“How could I be so stupid?!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Hermione, you just made a mistake,” Harry said soothingly. “We’re the only ones who know what happened.”

“Harry, I went around smelling boys!” she hissed.

“It wasn’t actually that obvious what you were doing,” Harry said, “until you got to me, anyway.  We can just tell people that you inhaled fumes from a potion and were a little out of it for a bit.  I stayed with you to make sure you were okay, and you are.  You are, right?”

“It’s worn off,” Hermione said, sounding wooden. “That...I have never felt that out of control before.”

“I’m just glad that you’re you again,” Harry said, rubbing the back of her hand with his own.

Hermione looked down at his hand and back up into his eyes and blushed.

It was a quiet moment and one that Harry didn’t want to ruin, but there was a question burning inside him that he both dreaded the answer to and couldn’t avoid asking.

“Are you okay with...what we did?” he asked.

“Harry, don’t worry about that,” Hermione sighed. “Just because I’m not thrilled about how last night happened doesn’t mean that I’m unhappy with you for it.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Your two options were to help me...the way that you did,” she replied, turning red as she remembered his help, “or force me to the hospital wing, and the idea of me behaving like I was last night in front of Madam Pomfrey and whatever professors she might have brought in to consult with is so absolutely mortifying that I don’t even want to think about it.  I needed your help, and you were there for me.  Thank you, Harry.”

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Harry said warmly.

“I do,” Hermione whispered, her eyes glistening.  She hugged him then, seemingly forgetting about their nudity.  When she pulled back, the sheet fell, and she looked down in panic before sighing, “I suppose you’ve already seen everything.”

“I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said softly. “You are beautiful.”

Surprise flashed in her eyes for a moment before warmth replaced it. “You’re sweet.”

“You seemed not to believe me last night,” Harry said. “That’s actually something else that I really want to talk to you about.”

“I...the potion, aside from its more obvious effects, also seemed to amplify certain insecurities of mine,” she admitted. “I don’t actually think that little of myself.”

“Yet, you made the potion,” Harry said, pressing her.

“It was stupid,” Hermione sighed. “I just wanted to see if looking different would make much of a difference.”

The two of them settled into a quiet moment, the fact that they were naked and reeked of sex barely registering to them anymore.

“You should probably get yourself checked out by Madam Pomfrey,” Harry said. “Just to be on the safe side.”

“I’m probably alright, but yes, I will,” Hermione said. “I’m going to show that book to Professor Slughorn as well.  I suspect that potion and its permanent version were meant to be used to create sex slaves, and I doubt, given how I found it, that it’s truly a library book.”

“Sex slaves?” Harry asked, sounding alarmed.

“I could barely think of anything other than sex under its influence,” Hermione shuddered. “If the effects were permanent, I don’t see how I could do anything else with my life, and I can’t think of any other reason to induce such a state in a woman.”

“Are you planning to tell him that you tried it out?” Harry asked.

“Not if I can help it,” Hermione replied. “I hope to be able to tell no one other than Madam Pomfrey.”

“And you know I won’t tell a soul,” Harry assured her.

“I do,” Hermione said, smiling at him. “There’s no one I trust more.”

“Can you get the Room to create a shower for us?” Harry asked.

She gave it a try, and soon enough, there was a walled-off shower big enough to fit the both of them on the other side of the room.  Harry grabbed his wand and put it next to hers as she wandered into the shower.  Joining her, he started to get ready for the day.  Eventually they would probably have a more in-depth discussion about the fact that they had slept together, but for now, he was focused on making sure that the potion hadn’t left any lasting side effects and that Hermione truly was back to normal.  After that, they could talk.