A Happier Halloween

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Always hard to think of Hermione as anyone but Emma Watson.

“Hermione?” He poked his head around the edge of the door to the Room of Requirement, not remotely sure what to expect.

If it were up to him, he’d rather just be back in the dorm. It was Halloween, and if his personal history was anything to go by, something awful was bound to happen. His first year was the troll, second year Mrs. Norris’ petrification and the warning from a possessed Ginny, third year the attack on the Fat Lady by Sirius, which wasn’t nearly as bad in retrospect, and fourth year was the drawing of his name from the Goblet of Fire. All of which was to say nothing about the truly fateful Halloween when his parents were murdered years before.

Surprisingly, his fifth year had been rather mundane compared to the others, but considering the absolute horror that year had been in general, he thought that was just sheer dumb luck.

Still, despite his personal distaste for the day, Hermione had asked him to meet her in the Room of Requirement, so that’s exactly where he was. It wasn’t arranged in any particularly special way at first glance. It looked something like a front sitting room, though more tasteful than what his Aunt Petunia considered nice, at least in his opinion. There was even another door that appeared to lead out.

What there wasn’t was any sign of Hermione… So, he called out again more loudly, “Hermione? Are you here?” He couldn’t imagine the Room would’ve let him when he requested entry if she wasn’t, but that didn’t really help him any.

His only answer was more silence. Shaking his head, he finally closed the door behind him and went to sit on the couch, hoping that she’d show up whenever she was ready. Minutes ticked by, and he was nearly ready to ask the room for something to read when he nearly jumped.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone was on the other side of the door, and he could only guess that it was Hermione. Just what is she up to? Getting back up, he hurried over to the door and opened it with a question already on his lips, but it died in his throat when he saw what was on the other side.

“Trick or treat?” Hermione asked him sweetly with a smile on her face, completing the look by holding up a bag ready for the treat.

Harry didn’t have an answer for her though, he wasn’t sure if there was enough blood left in his brain to manage it. He knew that his best friend was a beautiful girl. The whole school found out the year prior when she’d gone with Viktor Krum to the Yule Ball. But this was something entirely different, Hermione didn’t just look beautiful, she looked ridiculously sexy.

She was wearing fishnet leggings that made her legs look fantastic. The skirt she had on was black and didn’t even go down to the middle of her thigh. Her long-sleeved, black crop top showed off her tight stomach. Never realized she was that fit. The top was cut just the right way that it showed off her perky bust in a way he’d never seen before. Her usually bushy hair was as smooth and shiny as he remembered it being at the Yule Ball.

Poking from the top of her head on either side was a pair of cat ears, and he was sure that he saw them wiggle. He became rather confident that she’d pulled off a partial human-to-animal transfiguration when he saw a tail swipe out from behind her and brush against her own thigh. It appeared the only thing she hadn’t transfigured was the whiskers, which were painted on in black on her cheeks. It was a far cry from the last time he’d seen her as a cat after the mishap with the Polyjuice potion.

Finally finding his voice, he started to ask, “Hermione what’s…”

But he was interrupted as she prompted again, “Trick or treat?”

He swallowed, not sure exactly what she was expecting of him, “I… uh… don’t have any candy right now… sorry?”

It seemed that he hadn’t completely bollocks up the response as Hermione gave him a smile. Though, just like the outfit, it wasn’t the sort that he’d ever seen on her before. There was an undisputable sultriness to it, and the problem of blood flow to his brain wasn’t getting any better because of it.

Stepping closer to him, she pushed him back from the door and closed it shut behind her. He wasn’t expecting her to lean up on her toes and press a kiss to his lips, nor was he expecting her to hook her hand behind his neck and hold him there.

When she pulled away, a little breathless herself, Harry could only stare at her in amazement. It was a far better kiss than the one that he shared with Cho the year prior. It was incredible how quickly your perception of a person could change in just a moment, it could sometimes be for the better, sometimes for the worse, but in this case, Hermione was no longer just his best friend.

For the first time that he could remember, he wanted her. Ron’s feelings for her be damned as far as he was concerned. Of course, he knew that his ginger friend harbored feelings for her, and until right then he thought that she felt pretty much the same way. As it turned out, he was entirely wrong, and quite happily at that.

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, Hermione played with the buckle of his belt idly as she said, “I think you have the perfect treat for me, Mr. Potter… it might just take a bit of effort on my part to get it.”

That caused him to furrow his brow in confusion, but it was quickly replaced by realization as she dropped to her knees at his feet. He wasn’t sure exactly why things were happening but he wasn’t stupid enough to complain when she was looking up at him with those soft brown eyes filled with such obvious desire.

When she unbuckled his belt, pulled it from its loops, and her fingers unhooked the button on his trousers, and lowered the zipper on his pants, he had a hard time believing what he was watching was real. His traitorous brain decided to overrule the one between his legs for just a second and he spoke up, “Hermione…”

Her hand against the inside of his thigh was enough to silence him, “I want my treat…” He’d never know her to flinch from anything when she was dead set on it. He nodded and that was all she needed to hook her fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers and pants and pull them down to his knees.

His knob brushed against her cheek as it sprung up once it was free from its confines. It jutted out from his slim frame as it came to rest right over her face. Hermione’s giggle, filled with nervous excitement, made him throb. She took hold of him with one soft hand and leaned back to get a good look at it, “You know, I always thought that Katie must’ve been exaggerating, but I’d wager she underestimated you.”

Harry didn’t have even the slightest idea when his teammate had seen his cock before. He could only assume that it happened at some point after one of their quidditch practices or games, and while he should probably be rather upset about the violation of his privacy… it appeared to have helped lead to his fortuitous circumstances, so it was hard to feel any animosity over it.

As her soft hand started tentatively stroking his length, animosity was actually the furthest thing from his mind. If anything, I’ll have to thank her. After all, it’d just led to the first person other than him touching his cock, so it only seemed reasonable. Though that would be a rather odd conversation.

Hermione wasn’t satisfied with just that though. Her soft lips pressed to the side of his shaft as she kissed her way down his length until her nose was tickling the thick hair at his base, then she made her way back up until her lips were right on his slit. Then he got to watch the mesmerizing sight of her opening her mouth to take his spongey dome into it for the first time.

His head lolled back in pleasure as he willed his body not to cum on the spot. Balling his hands into white knuckled fists, he forced himself to hold on. It wasn’t made any easier as Hermione flicked her tongue against the underside of his dome experimentally. The little dribble of precum that leaked from his slit and his groan of pleasure was enough to tell her just how much he enjoyed it.

Careful not to let her teeth touch any of his sensitive flesh, she started pushing more of him into her mouth. She got just over halfway before she coughed as he prodded at her throat. As she rested one of her hands against his thigh, he expected that would be the end of it and she’d pull back, but Hermione never did anything by half.

She pushed against her resistance again, but this time swallowed. Little by little she managed to get another couple of inches into her throat. She still couldn’t quite manage the whole thing when she pulled back, but it was an incredible, ball-churning effort as far as he was concerned.

When just his tip remained in her mouth, she swirled her tongue on the underside of his dome again and he could see the smile in her eyes as it made him shiver and buck forward against her face. It was only then that she brought both hands to his length to join her greedy little mouth and started working them in tandem.

Only going as deep as she could manage without gagging, her dainty hands preceded her lips on each pass. His hand found the top of her head, and he accidentally brushed just behind her cat ear. As luck would have it, that was exactly the right thing to do.

He was quite sure that it surprised them both when she started purring just like a cat. The thrumming, low in her throat, vibrated along his cock as she kept gliding back and forth.

There was only so much that one man could take as he tried to warn her, “Mione… cumming…”

Without a hint of hesitation, she pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth and she let him fill it with the first few ropes. Then he was treated to the wonderfully lewd sight of his thick seed covering her pretty face as she let him pop free for the following half dozen or more.

Showing him the white in her mouth, she swallowed before giving his tip one more kiss. Then he was treated to her collecting the rest of his seed and guiding it to her mouth. Licking her lips, she gave him a pleased smile, “Thanks for the treat.”

Some of the lads have made comment about the smart ones and what they can be like in bed, but I never would’ve guessed just how right they are.  In utter awe of what he’d just experienced, Harry asked her breathlessly, “Where… where in the world did you learn to do that?”

Even though she’d just effectively hoovered the cum right out of his balls, and cleaned it off her face to boot, that was the thing that finally made her blush, “You know how much I like to read.”

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, “Imagine if people knew the sort of things you’ve been reading when they thought you were studying for the next Charms exam?”

She slapped his thigh, “I don’t read them in the library, Harry! I do have a bed with a curtain, you know?”

“Hard to believe you were that good just from reading… that’s some natural talent.” It wasn’t any of his business, so he thought best not to imply she’d done it before, but he caught her eyes flitting to the left and her blush deepening.  “What?”

She mumbled something but he couldn’t quite make it out, “Didn’t quite catch that?”

His cock was still in her hand, and she gave it a small stroke as she answered more loudly, “I practiced, too. Conjurations can be quite helpful for that sort of thing… I just underestimated by a bit.”

Harry was treated to the mental image of Hermione, late at night, in her bed, forcing herself to get better at fellatio just for him. Inevitably, he throbbed in her hand and released another little glob of precum.

Hermione giggled as it landed, staining her top. Standing, he wasn’t sure where she pulled it from, but her wand was in her hand, and she banished all his clothes. Taking hold of him again, she stepped around him and guided him by his shaft to the couch. Turning him, she pushed against his shoulder, and he landed on the cushion.

It didn’t take much effort on her part to pull up her skirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any knickers underneath. His cock throbbed at the sight of her bare, juicy pussy framed by her fishnets. Her ‘tail’ swished behind her as she straddled him. Her heat slid along the underside of his cock as she pressed a kiss to his chest, “I’ve read it’s better if I’m in control the first time… especially considering your size.” He just nodded his understanding as his hands found the soft skin of her thighs.

With anyone else, Harry would’ve felt everything was going far too quickly. Until he walked into the Room of Requirement, he’d never so much as kissed his best friend. But then, there was no one in his life he trusted more than Hermione either, so even if it was a severe turn in their relationship, it still felt right. It probably helped that his throbbing, hard cock was in full agreement with the sudden change.

Taking him in hand, she guided his swollen dome to her puffy petals. Her heat was tangible before her wetness even caressed his crown. Her lips parted as she pushed down that first inch, stretching her wonderful tightness on his girth. Harry’s hold on her thighs tightened as he felt a new, unparalleled pleasure.

Her mouth had been one thing, but just that first inch was a velvet vice that molded to him. Hermione carefully started sitting down, only stopping when he there was some resistance. While she’d thoroughly prepared herself for the task of sucking him, it was obvious she hadn’t taken the same approach to preparing herself for this.

Her face scrunched up as she pushed down just that little bit harder to help him pop through her barrier. Little tears formed at the corner of her eye, and she tried to start pushing down again right away, but he grabbed her hip to stop her, “Just give it a second. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

His thoughtfulness was enough to make her smile. She leaned down to kiss him but listened and stayed put. It took maybe a minute before she started giving experimental thrusts of her hips. From the breathy moan that escaped her lips, he was willing to wager that her pain had given way to pleasure. Pushing back up, she placed her hands on his chest as she got to work again.

Eagerly, she started dropping further down his shaft. His hands remained on her hips, squeezing her, but he didn’t help her in any way, just letting her set her own pace. She yelped slightly, when he nudged against something hard, “Too deep…” There was another inch that couldn’t quite fit into her snug little tunnel, but considering how amazing it already felt, he wasn’t slightly disappointed

Instead, he removed one hand from her hip and wrapped it around the base of his cock, making sure that the top was just a little bit higher and then the line of her juices. It was no surprise that Hermione knew exactly what he was trying to do. She was the brightest witch of her age, after all. Her eyes dark with a carnal need that he never thought he’d see, she pulled herself up off his cock until he could see the ridge of his crown just distending her grippy lips, then she sat herself right back down.

Her tail whipped around involuntarily as she let out a primal cry. It was like something shifted in her mind, and suddenly his ever-brainy friend became a creature of pure instinct as she started bouncing on his length with one singular purpose. And after the climax she’d given him, he had absolutely zero problem with being an instrument for her pleasure.

Honestly, as her tight, clutching sheath glided along his cock, he couldn’t be more thankful for that first climax because otherwise he was sure that he already would’ve popped and left her disappointed. It was difficult enough to withstand even having already cum once.

“Oh my… that’s…” Harry had to chuckle to himself that even in the throes of ecstasy, she still managed to keep her language clean. Wonder if I could ever make her… And suddenly he had a new goal in life going forward that was nearly as important as beating Voldemort as far as he was concerned.

Though, that was for another time as Hermione found a spot that clearly worked wonders for her, as he felt her juices leaking out of the tight seal of her pussy to cover the top of his hand, “Right there!”

He really had no say on that as she pushed down as far as she could, even pushing his hand just a little bit further down in the process and started grinding ‘right there’. With every new prod, she let out the cutest, most needy, “Oh…” he’d ever heard.

Her tail whipped around and brushed against his hand. He didn’t know what made him do it, maybe it was the reaction he’d gotten from the ears, but he took hold of it, wrapping it around his hand. Hermione’s whole body shivered as she whimpered. Then he was treated to the euphoric sensation of her walls rippling along his shaft as she came.

It was more than Harry could handle. His balls pulled tight to his body as his cock pulsed. He didn’t know if it was alright, and given Hermione fell against his body shuddering from her own climax, she wasn’t in any right mind to tell him. But that searing heat was far too inviting to pull out. Rope after rope painted her walls white as her pussy coaxed every drop it could.

When they were both finished, they recovered against each other. Harry idly played with her tail as he rested his hand on the small of her back. Hermione’s breathing slowly evened out until she finally pushed off just enough to look him in the eye, “That was…”

He gave her a cheeky smile, “One bloody good treat?”

She slapped his chest, “That was awful.”

“You’re the one who started it.” He couldn’t help his curiosity, “I can’t help but wonder why?”

Hermione ran her finger along his chest and ducked her head, “You were the boy who came to rescue me when he knew I was alone and there was a troll on the loose. And the one who visited me in the infirmary after I was petrified, and did everything possible to free an innocent man…” She shook her head slightly, “Kind of hard not to fall in love with you, even after last year.”

That made him chuckle because even he could admit that he was rather insufferable during fifth year. But she wasn’t quite finished, “And after all of the horrible ones you’ve had, I thought you deserved a Halloween worth remembering for a good reason.”

Hugging her close, he struggled to find the words as he was overcome with emotion. Quietly, he told her, “Love you, ‘Mione.”

She nestled into his chest, and he had the good sense not to comment how feline it was as she replied, “Love you, too.”