"I think that sassy mouth deserves some sort of punishment, Hermione." Harry was scowling. They'd been arguing about what to do next, and disagreed on which to pursue-Hallows, or Horcuxes?

"Really? Right now? We are right in the middle of a discussion, Harry, I hardly think it's appropriate timing."

"You don't get to decide what's appropriate timing."

He crossed the open space in the tent in swift, sure strides and held her face in his palms. Not hard, but firm. Her breath caught in her throat a bit, and that dark look slid in his green eyes. The game had started, and the bold, argumentative Hermione relaxed into his touch.

"What-What shall we do first?" she whispered, not quite submitting completely. He chuckled, a promise threading through the sound.

"First, I want you to undress." He stepped away from her and sat down. He crossed an ankle over one knee and leaned back casually, completely relaxed and completely in control. Hermione's cheeks flamed. So far, for all his gruff promises, they'd not gotten much further than hot kisses and rough quickies. The thought of the first time flashed through her mind. He'd bent her over the table, slicked his fingers with his own saliva, and wet her cunt with sure strokes while she moaned his name, before he slammed into her from behind, taking her virginity without hesitation and without mercy. She'd cried out from the pain of the first few thrusts, but hadn't used the safety word, and the hot feeling deep in her belly soon overtook the pain. Her orgasm had crashed into her suddenly, unexpectedly, and her knees had given out. His arm around her hips kept her up as he pounded his own climax deep inside her. It should have been shameful, how easy she came for him, how willing she was to let him tell her exactly what to do--hold still, keep your eyes open, say you like it, tell me who's making you cum, Hermione.

"What are you waiting for, Hermione?" Harry growled, bringing her back to reality. His whole demeanor was different. Instinctively, she knew tonight would be something special. Something new. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, but hesitated. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I, um, I'm worried you won't like what you see."

"Then stop thinking, just do as I say, and I'll show you how much I like what I see, Hermione. Stop questioning me." At his firm words, she slowly pulled her shirt off. She glanced at his face, seeing masculine approval there. She wasn't anything special to look at, but he didn't seem to think that way. "Jeans next, Hermione." Her fingers fluttered at the button, and she slid the pants to the floor. She kicked them away and stood before him in her underwear-the soft pink cotton panties and very serviceable white bra didn't even match! Again, the dark, roving gaze he gave her didn't seem to mind. "Good girl."

"Harry...," she started, but he cut her off.

"You are not allowed to speak again until I give you permission."

"Excuse me?" she snapped, forgetting the game. Quicker than a wink, he snatched her by the wrist and into his lap, bent over his knees, ass shamefully in the air. Before she comprehended what was going on, he laid a sharp smack on one round cheek, and then another, and then another. One strong arm held her down at her shoulders, and the other raised and lowered again and again as she squirmed and jumped. She lost count of the stinging slaps, and tears smarted in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I know." He ceased his punishment and rubbed his warm palm gently over her arse, soothing the burning skin. She panted, waiting for him to release her. He kept her there, rubbing until the pain had almost completely faded. When her breathing had calmed, he stood her up, facing away from her. "I like this," he growled, pulling her knickers to her knees and placing soft kisses on the sore, red cheeks he'd left her with. Hermione trembled, but didn't speak.

"Now, what was it you called me a bit ago?" He pondered, unclasping her bra. "Obsessed with the Hallows?" He slid the straps of her bra down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. He stood behind her, fully clothed, as the slight chill in the room raised gooseflesh all over her body. He reached into her messy bun and released her wild hair. He turned her, and used one finger under her chin to tilt her eyes to his. "I assure you, there is only one thing right now I am obsessed with, and that is the thought of your smart mouth wrapped around my hard cock while you choke and gag, and when you can't take it anymore, I'm going to ram so deep into your tight, wet little cunt your only thought will be to beg me for more."

The filthy words were like an arrow straight to her womb, and her pussy throbbed already for him.

"Have you ever had a dick in your mouth, Hermione?" She shook her head. "Good. Such a good girl, and all mine." She wanted to badly to voice her worries-what if she wasn't good at it-but the slight sting of her arse cheeks kept her quiet. Harry seemed to understand. "You will be perfect, because I'm in control here, Hermione. On your knees."

Her eyes level with the fly of his pants gave her prime view of his already hard cock as he pulled it out slowly for her.

"Keep your hands on your knees, Hermione," he ordered, tangling one hand in her hair while guiding his dick into her mouth. He went slowly at first, moving her gently so that her lips slid just enough up and down his shaft. She gulped a bit, and he growled. "Don't swallow your spit. Let it out. This is going to be messy, Hermione." She nodded. "Now, lick it. I want your tongue all over my cock." She obeyed, hesitant at first, but his soft moan as she ran her tongue at slit at the head emboldened her. Soon, she was placing sloppy wet licks and kisses over every straining inch of his hard cock, and the wetness between her own legs was seeping down her legs.

"Do you like this, Hermione?" She nodded. "Such a good girl," he said, "but I said I was going to punish your smart ass little mouth. Keep your hands on your knees." Both of his hands snarled tight, painful in her curls, and he shoved himself into her mouth swiftly. He hit the back of her throat once, twice, three times and she gagged, coughing. Drool dripped down her chin, but still he didn't slow down. He was fucking her mouth, and she didn't know how much more she could take. He pulled out for a moment, and she dragged in a harsh breath. Before she could exhale, his cock filled her mouth again. This time, when he pushed against the back of her throat, he kept pushing. He pushed until she couldn't breathe at all, he pushed until her lips were pressed against the base of his dick and she was so full of the smell and the taste of him that she wasn't sure if she'd ever smell or taste or feel anything but Harry again. Her fingers clutched at her own knees, but she kept them where he'd ordered. Achingly slow, he pulled back out again. She panted raggedly, staring up into his eyes, the emerald orbs staring back at her with such lust her heart thudded.

"You are so amazing, Hermione," he groaned. "I'm going to do something for you. You'll need to let go of every ounce of control and just trust me. Go lay on the bed."

She did as he asked, her legs a bit wobbly from being folded under her. She watched him quickly strip his clothes and follow her. He didn't yet have the full breadth of shoulder he'd have when he was done growing, and he was a bit thin from their months on the run, but his muscles were hard and chiseled. She appreciated every part of him.

"I'm going to make you cum, Hermione. I'm going to make you cum so hard this bedding will be ruined." He didn't join her on the bed, but knelt beside it. He put one hand at the nape of her neck, twisting in the curls there-he seemed to have a fetish with tangling his hands in her hair, but she loved the pain-pleasure sensation it gave her-and the other hand dipped immediately between her legs. He found her wet and ready for his attention. He was methodical, using his palm and light pressure, rubbing gently around and around and around. His pace never changed, not even when she began twitching into the pressure, silently begging for more. The orgasm that took her was a slow, building wave and she keened as she came. His measured, circular motions never hastened, never changed. Before she'd even finished the first orgasm, another wave poured through her.

Hermione became aware of only his hand hot on her cunt, the steady pressure of her throbbing clit, and the slickness of her own juices in his palm. Her whole body tingled, and every wave that coursed through her seemed to be carrying her higher, but towards what, she wasn't sure. After the first four orgasms, it wasn't relaxing anymore. The tension began to pull at her limbs, she clawed at the quilt beneath her. She panted hoarsely, her throat as raw as if she'd been running a marathon.

"You may speak, Hermione," Harry whispered, his hand a steady thrum between her legs, strumming her like the tightened strings of an instrument. And he still hadn't entered her!

"Oh, Harry," she breathed, "I need... I don't know what I need!" She practically wailed. Only his hand in her hair kept her on the bed. She'd never felt so out of control. Even as she struggled against it, another heated wave swept out from her womb and left her shivering. "Oh, Harry!"

"I think you're ready, love," he said. "Now, remember, I'm in control."

He moved between her legs now, and lifted her bum up. He put her legs over his shoulders, a position made perfect because they were nearly the same height. She felt him at her entrance and trembled for him. He eased in, and she gasped as he pushed at a new spot inside her. Almost immediately, the pressure was almost too much. Too much pleasure the head of his hard cock pushed across that sensitive spot. Too much pain as he pushed to the end of her and then slightly past, a spot so deep that the pain-pleasure threshold became impossibly blurred. Then the too-much-pleasure again as he dragged backwards over the new spot, almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in again. She lost it at five strokes, her whole body convulsing and her pussy grabbing him so tight he grunted with the effort not to cum right then. As she calmed, he started his steady pace again.

"Harry, god, Harry, I can't take anymore!" she half-sobbed.

"Yes, you can. You have no idea what's about to happen," he growled. He suddenly pounded into her, hitting that sensitive spot so hard she began screaming for him. The pressure there, in her womb, became unbearable.

"No, no, no!" she wailed, but he didn't slow down. If anything, he drove into her even harder.

"Yes, Hermione," he groaned. "Bloody hell, you're so fucking tight. You're so gorgeous when you cum, Hermione, god I love watching you cum. Fuck, you're so wet, so fucking ready for me, and all mine. Hermione, you belong to me," he moaned for her, snapping his hips with each syllable.

"Oh, god, I caaaaan't," she cried.

"Cum for me!" Harry snarled, commanding. The pressure he'd built inside her flooded out, her whole body shaking so hard only his strong hands digging into her hips held her steady. Heat drove through her, she no longer saw anything but Harry's emerald eyes staring down at her. And the force her orgasm clenched in her pussy, grabbing at his hard, driving cock, and she gushed around him. He pounded into her, and her cunt flooded them with her own juices, and she screamed her release and left furrows in his chest with her nails.

"Bloody. Fucking. Hell." Harry groaned, forcing out each word in time to his forceful thrusts. Hermione's cunt pulsed around him.

"Yes, Harry, please, please!" she keened, "Harry, please cuuuuum", and his name on her lips brought his own climax splashing hot and desperate deep inside her throbbing, tight pussy. The feeling of his hard cock spurting so far inside her brought one final orgasmic wave through Hermione, and she shivered around him for long moments as they panted heavily.

"Fuck," Harry breathed once they'd settled their heart rates for a bit.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, 'Mione?"

"If I beg really sweetly, can we do that again?"

"Bloody hell, witch. You'll be the death of me."