Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 5 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Here we are with the next chapter of HCoWaW! Also, just as a general note, while I may not be able to use all of it, if anyone wants to give suggestions for directions for these Patreon Exclusive stories to go beyond the voting you guys get to do, feel free to leave a comment. I can promise I'll be reading them all, even if not all of your ideas can be incorporated into the story.

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Harry chuckles throatily as Hermione hums around his cock, her muffled moans sending reverberations along his length. Then, he dives back in, his tongue sliding into her wet depths as he wiggles it around inside of her rather cute, pink pussy. The brunette witch shudders, and Harry can tell that she’s getting close to an orgasm. That’s alright, he’s getting pretty close as well.

Laying on his back, the young wizard is currently staring up at a cute little pale bubble butt, while Hermione has her head down near his crotch, one hand on the lower half of his shaft, the other planted on the bed for support, and her mouth securely around the top half of his member as she sucks Harry’s cock and swirls her tongue around his girth.

It’s a classic sixty-nine position, and both of them have been hard at work for about fifteen minutes now. Hermione has already climaxed twice on his tongue, but because he’s proven how easy it is for him to make her cum, these little intimate encounters of theirs’ are measured by the barometer of Harry’s releases instead. When he cums, that’s when they stop. Feeling his seed churning in his balls and preparing to rush up the length of his cock, Harry grabs hold of Hermione’s ass with both hands and squeezes hard.

Pulling her down, he leans up at the same time, his tongue driving even deeper into her quim, while his chin grinds quite purposefully against her clit. This serves as both a way of bringing Hermione to climax at the same time as him, and as a way to warn her that he was getting close. After all, he wouldn’t be so… insistent if he wasn’t.

Pulling back, Hermione holds just the tip of his member in her mouth, pulsing his cockhead with her tongue, even as she lets out a stifled scream around his meat when he tips her over the edge. This tips him over the edge as well, and the two of them reach that pleasure plateau together, finishing each other off at around the same time.

Even as she’s experiencing an orgasm, Hermione still manages to prove quite capable of swallowing his load. It wasn’t like that near the beginning, of course. The brunette was an eager learner, and enthusiastic in both their lessons and their… ‘lessons’. But she’d made quite the mess the first few times she’d given him blowjobs. Not now though. Hermione gulps down his cum without fail, swallowing his seed the moment it begins to hit the back of her throat. When she finally pops her lips off of his cock, not a single drop remains.

Grinning wickedly, the brunette looks back over her shoulder at him, even as she arches her back and scoots herself down the length of his body. Her hands reach forward and grab hold of his cock, jerking it up and down to breathe new life into it, before it can properly deflate from the first release. Harry cocks an eyebrow at the insatiable minx. Is she really going to go again, already? His jaw is honestly a bit sore at this point…

“I want you inside of me, Harry. I want you to fuck me.”

Ah, that explains it. Even as Hermione prepares to insert him up into herself so she can ride him reverse cowgirl, Harry is sitting up and wrapping his arms around the witch, holding her close and arresting her movement. Sensing his recalcitrance, Hermione stops and looks at him, biting her lower lip, her eyes worried. Harry gives her a reassuring smile.

“It’s not you, Hermione. It’s me. And as much a joke as that is, I’m serious. You are a beautiful, vivacious witch, with an exceptional mind. I’m happy to be your mentor, and happy to share pleasure with you. You’re learning at such a fast pace… and I’m not just talking about your ability to swallow my load without spilling a drop.”

Hermione blushes deeply at that, but at the same time it’s clear she’s hanging off his every word, right now. Harry lets out a soft sigh.

“I can’t give you anything more than our current relationship, Hermione. Before we go further with the physical side of things, you need to know that I’m not interested in monogamy. Most witches and wizards aren’t, but given you grew up in the mundane world, I can imagine that you’re used to it being different.”

Now she’s looking at him with her brow furrowed. Harry remains patient, as he explains.

“Our society is free in some ways, and restricted in others. There’s no such thing as a Sexually Transmitted Disease, for one. Or at least, not an incurable one. My godfather has come back from enough trips with a couple of strains or two in his loins for me to know that muggles have had history with that sort of thing. But magic allows us to take care of it, just like that.”

He snaps his fingers on ‘that’, drawing Hermione’s gaze to his hand for a moment.

“As a result, most witches and wizards end up spreading their time around multiple people. Usually, those who prove to be friends, but a prior relationship isn’t necessary either. Put bluntly, at the end of the day, you need to know that I can’t give all of myself to you, even if we go all the way. We will always have the mentorship to tie us together, but there will be other women who grace my bed.”

Harry expects Hermione to react poorly. Perhaps it was wrong of him to let things escalate as far as they did before now without saying something, but, well, she was very eager, and he’d gotten a little caught up in things, this past week. Settling into Hogwarts, getting the lay of the land, meeting all of his Professors, most of which seemed to be vivacious beautiful witches of varying ages… yeah, it’d all happened a little bit fast, both between them and with everything else.

Hermione will probably need time to process what he’s told her, at least. She’ll need- Harry blinks, as he suddenly finds himself being kissed. Hermione is cradling his face in her palms, and is kissing him heatedly, her tongue pushing into his mouth and intertwining with his own. Harry slides his hands around to the front of her after a moment, lacing them across her flexing stomach, but he lets her decide when to disengage.

When she does, the brunette witch gives him a saucy grin.

“Is that all? I’m not looking for a boyfriend, Harry. I may come from the muggle world, but we’re a bit more progressive than you seem to know about as well. You’re my mentor, and I’m your pupil. It wouldn’t make sense for us to get romantically entangled anyways.”

Harry just blinks dumbly at Hermione’s logic, even as the brunette bookworm pulls out of his lap, sliding her slick, wet cunt along his length as she crawls forward onto her hands and knees. Planting herself face down on the bed, the minx of a witch reaches back and uses two fingers to spread her pussy lips wide, even as she looks back at him, biting her lower lip.

“If that’s all there was stopping you, Harry… please go ahead and fuck me already. I’ve been needing more than just your tongue and fingers all damn WEEK!”

He stares at her, ALL of her for a moment longer before letting out a sharp bark of laughter and getting up off his fast. Shuffling forward, Harry takes hold of Hermione with one hand and his cock with the other, guiding it towards her entrance. Honestly, he shouldn’t have really been all that surprised, given how much Hermione had a habit of… well, subverting his expectations.

This was par for the course for the beautiful brunette. With a grin, Harry thrusts in, and Hermione lets out a soft cry as they have actual intercourse for the first time. His previous ministrations have provided ample lubrication, so Harry wastes no time in setting up a rather fast pace. He thrusts into Hermione from behind again and again, and once most of his cock is disappearing into her at regular intervals, he takes hold of Hermione’s hips with BOTH hands.

She really is a gorgeous witch, and with a nice flared waist that SCREAMS ‘breeding hips’ to Harry’s animalistic hindbrain. He grunts as he fucks her from behind, and in turn Hermione squeals and moans and whimpers in turn, clutching at the bedding beneath her, panting up a storm, cooing for more. She seemed to really like this position, but then to be fair, she HAD been the one to choose it.

Still, Harry was finding he rather liked it as well. Leaning over her further and further, Harry drives himself into Hermione from above, grunting and panting himself. She’s… different from Nym, in some ways. And in some ways, she’s the same. Smoking hot, sexy as fuck, and tight as well. Her velvety insides don’t grip down on his length in quite the same conscious way that Nym’s do, but they do still grip down quite tightly, squeezing his length, even as he pistons it in and out of her, again and again and again.

Her first orgasm comes out of nowhere, and Harry groans as he ends up nearly doubling over her from the sheer rapid-fire spasming of her cunt walls. Meanwhile, Hermione herself is moaning wantonly, so loud that she has to chomp down on the bedding beneath her, biting into his sheets in order to silence her own ecstatic, orgasmic cries.

Still, he manages to hold on, just barely. He almost cums right then and there, but thanks to Hermione’s earlier efforts, he’s got a bit more stamina in him than that. Meanwhile, thanks to HIS earlier efforts, Hermione is all the more sensitive, and left on a hair trigger that his cock thrusting in and out of her is definitely NOT helping.

Again and again, the brunette bookworm climaxes around his shaft. She holds her moans and screams by biting down on the bedding before her, but the tightening and clenching of her inner walls, the constant spasming and seizing up of her body… all of it tells the story of just how much she’s enjoying Harry’s cock. In the end, he can’t hold back forever.

With a wild groan, Harry pulls out, and paints Hermione’s ass and back with his white, hot cum. He coats her all the way up to her shoulderblades before finishing with her. Then, he collapses backwards, panting heavily, even as Hermione shudders and trembles for a moment, her cum-covered buttocks jiggling from the slight movement.

Eventually, she sits up and looks back over her shoulder at him, biting her lower lip as she looks down at her body.

“You didn’t cum inside?”

Harry lets out a throaty chuckle at that.

“Can never be too careful.”

Though, he hadn’t exactly cum outside when he’d fucked Nym on the train ride to Hogwarts. Still, he expected the older girl to know how to handle such things well enough. Hermione… well, she was still new to all of this.

“That was… amazing.”

The brunette sounds utter breathless, and Harry has to resist the urge to chuckle again. He hadn’t failed to notice that Hermione was NOT a virgin. But judging from the tone of her voice, she was certainly a virgin when it came to sex with another magical being.

“That’s how it is with us, Hermione. When two magical beings get together, there’s bound to be fireworks. Basically, I wasn’t just fucking you with my cock, I was fucking you with my magic at the same time. The mentorship bond might have enhanced it as well, but I’m not so sure about that.”

Snatching up her wand and casting a quick and easy cleaning charm on herself, something that Harry himself had taught her recently, Hermione lets out a low sigh, a shuddering breath that moves through her entire body as she turns all the way around to face him.

“We’re definitely doing that again. Soon. Though… not tonight. It feels like you tenderized my pussy, Harry. I’m worried I’m going to walk bow-legged tomorrow.”

Harry just smirks in a self-satisfied way and leans back. Hermione scowls at him playfully, but there’s no real heat in it. Soon after that, the brunette gets dressed and departs from his room, heading back to her own and leaving Harry to his thoughts. He’d been rather silly, to worry that Hermione wouldn’t be open-minded. Seemed there was still some things he didn’t know about muggles, let alone muggleborns.

But regardless, he’d basically spent this last week with Hermione, and Hermione alone. Everyone was keeping a wide-berth after he’d made it clear he’d claimed her. This was good, because obviously he didn’t want any other wizards trying to take advantage of her. On the other hand, it’d put the witches of the school who had been interested in him ill at ease, suddenly unsure if they could get anywhere with him or not.

Now though… now Harry could go about spreading his wings so to speak, without ruffling Hermione’s feathers. A wide grin spreads across Harry’s face. This was going to be fun.

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A couple days later, and Harry has some options. He’s boiled it down to one from each house at the moment, in fact. Keeping an eye out for those who were glancing his way, Harry had started… responding to them with interest of his own. None had approached him yet, probably because he still spent most of his time with Hermione (and they were boinking like rabbits every night, that was for sure) but Harry was confident he could approach any of them and strike up a conversation with the potential of having some fun. Well, most of them.

First, there was the buxom Susan Bones, over in Hufflepuff. The red-haired heiress of House Bones was absolutely stacked. She was also pretty strong-willed and confident, likely from being raised by her aunt, the head of the DMLE. Harry had met Amelia Bones once or twice before, by sheer virtue of being Sirius Black’s charge. 

He’d also met Susan Bones herself at a couple of parties, though they’d never truly hung out. Even still, she was definitely giving him looks, now that they were away from their respective guardians and nearly adults in their own right. Looks that Harry had been returning, only to get confident smirks and batted eyelashes in response.

Second, within his own house of Ravenclaw, there was Cho Chang. The Chinese Witch had been eyeing him up and down for a while now, and while she was also eyeing other wizards up and down, she certainly looked like a fun roll in the hay. He could certainly approach her and see what happened. He had no doubt that she would be interested.

Third, over in Gryffindor there was a blonde named Lavender Brown who wasn’t nearly as brilliant as Hermione or Susan. She batted her eyelashes just like the red-haired witch did, but it definitely wasn’t the same. Lavender, so far, had proven to be far more ditzy, the stereotypical dim blonde from what Harry had heard. That didn’t mean she wasn’t fair game though, and the way she licked her lips at him every time he looked her way made it clear she was just as interested if not more so than all the rest.

Fourth and finally, was a girl named Tracey Davis, over in Slytherin. The Half-Blood witch had either been smart or dumb in shackling herself to one Daphne Greengrass at the very start. She and Daphne had done exactly what he and Hermione had done, and it was clear as day that Tracey and Daphne had a mentorship bond… but if it was of the sexual variety, that wasn’t stopping Tracey from giving him hungry looks whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. She looked away the moment he tried to make eye contact, but Harry figured he could always corner the Slytherin witch, and see just what she had to offer. 

All four witches were viable options, at the end of the day and honestly, if Harry had his way, he would try to get with them all before his time at Hogwarts was done. He just had to choose one start with, and see where things went next.