Sticky Situation: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Harry made his way to the Great Hall with a smile on his face and took a seat next to Hermione and across from Ron.

“What took you so long?” Ron asked, taking a big bite off of a chicken leg.

“Had to use the loo,” Harry replied.

“Don’t forget we need to go to the Room of Requirement after lunch,” Hermione said.

Harry nodded as Ron furrowed his brow.

“What are you going there for?” he asked. “I thought the next meeting was tomorrow night.”

“It is,” Hermione said. “Harry and I need to practice to make sure we have the spells right. You can join us if you’d like.”

Ron made a sour face.

“No thanks,” he said.

Harry drank from his goblet to cover a smile and focused on then loaded his plate. He and Hermione ate quickly before making their excuses and leaving the Great Hall. They made their way through the castle in companionable silence until they reached the empty halls of the seventh floor.

“I had an idea about how the sap works last night,” Hermione said. “I was reading a book about potions, and it mentioned that some of them, like love potions, get stronger the longer they’re stored because they absorb the magic around them.”

“And you think that’s what’s happening with the sap?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Hermione nodded. “It would certainly explain why the effects seem to be getting more powerful. Girls were at least trying to be discrete the first couple of days, but they’ve been growing more and more brazen as time goes on.”

“I’ve noticed,” Harry smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and paused to summon the Room of Requirement.

“Anyways, once I realized it might be absorbing magic, I started looking into it a bit deeper,” she said as they entered the room.

A large potions bench and two fully stocked potions cabinets dominated one wall while the rest of it was taken up by a couple of comfortable couches and a crackling fireplace.

“That’s when I discovered that some potions can only absorb a certain amount of magic before they stop working or even become dangerous,” Hermione said, reaching into her bag and pulling out the jar of sap he’d collected. “Some of the ingredients become inert when they absorb too much magic. It’s like they burn out. It’s rather fascinating.”

“I’m sure it is, but what does it mean?” Harry asked.

“It means,” Hermione sighed exasperatedly as she carefully placed a drop of sap into a small ceramic dish, “that if I push more magic into the sap, I can overload it and stop its effects from working.”

“So, you can stop it from working?” Harry asked.

He felt torn about the attraction ending. Sure, it would be nice if he didn’t have to worry about Umbridge and Bulstrode trying to jump him after class. On the other hand, it also provided him with some of the most memorable interactions of his life. He’d probably never have spent time with girls like Lilith and Julie without it.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said, nibbling her bottom lip. “I need to test it first. And even if it works on the sap itself, I don’t know if it’ll work once it’s been absorbed into the skin. If it works the way I think it does, then it probably only starts absorbing magic once it comes into contact with someone magical. Otherwise, we’d see a difference in how long it lasts depending on how much ambient magic there is. There’s so much magic in Hogwarts that the sap would burn out in a couple of days if that were the case.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully while Hermione raised her wand and began casting a spell on the sap. He wasn’t sure what spell it was. She continually circled the tip of her wand over the dish while muttering an incantation he couldn’t quite make out under her breath. After a few seconds, she lowered her wand and looked at the sap critically.

“I think that did it,” she said. “I put as much magic into it as I could. If the Arithmancy I did is right, the effects will be at their strongest, but it should only last an hour at most.”

“How do we know if it worked?” Harry asked.

“Well, we have to test it,” Hermione said, picking up the dish.

“Wait, you’re going to test it out on yourself?” he asked incredulously.

“I have to,” she told him. “We can’t test it on you. You’ve already been dosed with it.”

“But what if you’re wrong?” Harry asked. “What if it doesn’t wear off in an hour? You’ll be hounded by every bloke in the school for the next week.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Hermione scoffed. “There really aren’t that many boys that are already attracted to me. Besides, I’m almost positive this’ll work. And since you know what’s happening, you should be able to ignore the worst of the effects. It’ll be fine.”

Before Harry could respond, she scooped up the drop of sap with her finger and smeared it on the front of her throat like it was perfume. Immediately, Harry felt the effects. It was quite odd. Hermione didn’t look any different, but she somehow seemed more appealing. His eyes were irrevocably drawn to the parts of her body that he found attractive. It was similar to the pull he felt around Fleur. He felt willing to do or give her anything to gain her attention.

When she glanced over at him, her bottom lip nervously trapped between her teeth, he had the sudden urge to kiss her until she let go. Shaking his head, he adjusted the growing excitement in his trousers.

“Did it work?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, it worked,” Harry said, taking a step closer to her.

“Good,” she said. “Now we just have to see if it wears off in an hour.”

Harry took another step closer, and Hermione bumped into the potions table behind her as she tried to take a step back.

“Harry?” she asked nervously, her hands coming up to rest on his stomach. “Harry, if you focus on what you know about the sap, it’s easier to ignore the effects.”

“I can ignore it just fine, Hermione,” Harry said, pressing his body against hers and stopping with their faces just inches apart. “But I really don’t want to.”

Hermione’s dark brown eyes widened as he leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She raised her hands to his chest like she was thinking about pushing him away, but then she suddenly relaxed, kissing him back while her hands continued up and her fingers threaded through his hair.

Harry snogged her until they were both breathless. Breathing heavily, he trailed a line of kisses along her jawline and nibbled playfully on her earlobe.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years,” he growled, sliding his hands down to grip her bum.

Hermione gasped, then moaned when he trailed his lips down the side of her throat and sucked at her pulse point.

“Harry,” she whimpered wantonly.

He sucked harder, intent on leaving a mark for everyone to see. Her throat vibrated as she groaned and arched her back, causing her thigh to graze his throbbing excitement. Giving her neck one last kiss, he pulled back and admired the red blotch he’d left behind on her pale, delicate skin. Gripping the front of her shirt, he ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying in all directions where they clattered on the floor.

Hermione untucked Harry’s shirt from his trousers as he undid the knot of her tie with a swift tug and pushed her shirt off of her shoulders, exposing the powder blue bra underneath. Loosening his tie and undoing the top three buttons, she impatiently pulled them over his head. Blindly, Harry searched for and found the zipper at the side of her skirt before pausing to toss his shirt to the side when it bunched up around his wrists.

When her skirt fell to the floor, revealing her matching blue knockers and long, smooth legs, Harry lifted Hermione up and carried her over to the couch. Tossing her down on her back, Harry grabbed the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her ankles. They got caught around her shoes, so he took a moment to pull those off before removing her knickers completely and tossing them to the side.

Quickly, he settled between her legs on his stomach. Hooking his hand under her left knee, he spread open her legs. Suddenly, Harry paused for a moment when he saw just how excited she was. Hermione’s taut folds were flushed and swollen, a single drop of arousal clinging to the inside of her muscular thigh. Diving down, he licked it up, her taste causing his erection to throb painfully in his trousers. His tongue rapidly slipped between her damp folds and swirled around her clit.

Hermione gasped, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair. Any thought Harry had of teasing her was thrown out of the window when he saw her reaction. Watching her lose herself completely became an all-consuming goal as he assaulted her swollen, throbbing nub with his tongue.

“Harry!” Hermione gasped.

With a shuddering gasp, she arched her back again and thrust her breasts into the air. Harry reached up with his free hand and grasped her bra-covered mound. Reaching behind her back, Hermione unclasped her bra and flopped onto her back before tossing it aside. He groped roughly at her firm, warm breast as he continued attacking her clit vigorously. Panting and squirming on the couch, Hermione grasped her hard, pink nipple and tugged it roughly as she tilted her head back and groaned.

“Oh God, Harry,” she hissed.

Smirking against her mound, Harry wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked while pinching her nipple roughly. Hermione tugged painfully at his hair, her breath caught in her throat as her mouth hung open. The moment he started flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over her engorged nub, she lost it. A flood of arousal drenched his chin while a keening wail left her throat. Her legs clamped around his head like she was trying to crush it.

Letting go of his hair, she suddenly arched her back impressively. Her hands flexed and curled spasmodically before she slammed them against the cushions. Suddenly, she started pushing his head away from her folds forcefully while her body twitched and spasmed, her breaths coming in short, shuddering gasps. Covering her mound with one hand, she collapsed back on the couch and closed her eyes to catch her breath.

Grinning smugly, Harry kissed his way up her body slowly. Pausing at her breasts, he took the time to explore them thoroughly with his hands, lips, and tongue. Hermione groaned contentedly and combed her fingers through his hair as he worshiped every inch of her chest. He would have stayed even longer, but she pulled him up and kissed him passionately.

As they kissed, she moved her hands to his shoulder and shifted around until their positions were reversed. Scooting backward, Hermione bit her lip cutely as she unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. Harry lifted his hips so she could pull them off of him, taking his boxers and shoes off in the process.

She stared at his erection, a mixture of arousal and nervousness in her eyes. Slowly reaching forward, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and caressed the underside gently with her thumb. Harry laid back and let her explore his length as his eyes raked over her beautiful figure. Eventually, she glanced up at him and gave a nervous smile before shuffling forward and pressing her folds against his mound.

Hermione’s breasts jiggled as she took a deep breath and raised herself up until his tip was aimed at her entrance. She slowly dropped her weight, pressing his engorged head against her tight entrance until it suddenly slipped inside.

“Oh!” Hermione gasped, eyes wide and mouth open as she froze in place.

Harry groaned at the exquisite heat and tightness that surrounded him. He had to consciously fight the urge to thrust his hips and bury himself to the hilt. Instead, he caressed her thighs as she took another deep breath and started rocking up and down gently. Hands braced against his chest, she lifted herself up and eased herself back down his length, taking a little more each time. Harry enjoyed watching the expressions on her face, rapidly changing from trepidation to confidence to pleasure in a matter of moments.

Moaning wantonly, she raised herself higher and took him more deeply until, finally, she bottomed out and rested her weight on his thighs. With a deep, shuddering breath, Hermione rolled her hips and closed her eyes.

“Oh God,” she groaned.

When she opened her eyes again, she stared into his as she began bouncing up and down in his lap. Her depths clung to him so tightly that both of them let out a pleasure groan simultaneously. Sliding his hands up her torso, Harry cupped her bouncing breasts and lightly rolled her thick, hard nipples between his fingers.

“Harder,” Hermione panted, her cheeks flushed.

Flashing her a smile, Harry pinched her nipples hard and gave them a sharp tug. Her folds fluttered around him as a shiver ran through her body, and a deep, guttural moan escaped her lips. In response, he pulled harder on her swollen nubs, distending her breasts from her body until they slipped from his grasp. Crying out, Hermione collapsed onto his chest and shuddered, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

A curtain of bushy brown hair covered his face. Harry brushed it out of the way and picked a stray strand off of his tongue while she desperately rocked her hips and panted. Watching her amazing flex, he couldn’t help but raise his hand and give her right cheek a playful smack. Hermione gasped in his ear, momentarily losing her rhythm before starting it back up with even more urgency.

Smirking, Harry gave each of her muscular globes a swift, firm smack. Unexpectedly, that was enough to send Hermione over the edge. Shuddering over top of him, she let out a series of soft grunts while her hips humped back and forth wildly. Harry wrapped his arms around her to make sure she didn’t fall as she rode out her climax. When she eventually calmed, she lifted her blushing face and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t apologize,” Harry smiled. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”

“Thank you,” Hermione smiled, looking away self-consciously. “But you didn’t…”

“That’s alright,” he shrugged. “That just means we can keep going. If you’re up for it.”

Smiling shyly, Hermione nodded. Harry leaned up to give her a kiss, but they broke apart suddenly when they heard the door close. Neither of them had heard it open, and they quickly looked over to see who it was.

“Hello,” Luna waved, smiling brightly.

“Luna!” Hermione yelled, hugging her body to Harry’s. “What are you doing here!?”

“Professor Snape kicked me out of Potions again for asking too many questions,” Luna replied. “I was going to study on my own, but this looks much more fun.”

Harry suppressed a laugh while Hermione sputtered, and Luna shrugged off her robes. Before Hermione could get her thoughts together enough to protest, he sat up and rolled them over so that he was on top again. Hermione squeaked in surprise, her hands coming up to cover her breasts. Her mouth opened, presumably to scold him, but the only sound that escaped was a moan when Harry thrust into her depths. Falling into a slow, steady rhythm, he glanced over at Luna.

The quirky blonde showed no hesitation, completely stripping out of her uniform. Her perky breasts bobbled on her chest as she approached the couch and knelt down next to it. Hermione glanced over at her and Harry wondered if she would tell Luna to leave, but she surprised him by sighing in acceptance and dropping her hands from her breasts.

“You look lovely today, Hermione,” Luna said.

“Thank you,” Hermione replied awkwardly.

“You smell nice, too,” she continued, leaning closer. “Did you get a new perfume?”

Hermione’s eyes widened, and Harry realized that she’d forgotten about the sap.

“Luna,” he called, preempting Hermione’s response. “Could you pinch Hermione’s nipples for me? She really likes that, and I can’t really do it from this position.”

His best friend stared at him incredulously and opened her mouth to speak, but Luna’s fingers were faster. Hermione gasped as she trapped her thick nub between her slender fingers and squeezed it experimentally.

“Harder,” Harry coached.

Luna pinched the nipple harder and gave it a tug. When Hermione hissed and arched her back, she giggled and grasped the whole breast in her tiny hand. She alternated between gently caressing the soft mound and roughly teasing the hard, swollen nipple.

“This is fun,” Luna grinned. “I’ve always wanted to experiment with another girl, but Ginny said she’d only do it if we were both really drunk and Harry was involved.”

Harry throbbed at the thought of adding the feisty redhead to their threesome. And with the sap still affecting him, it was certainly possible. He was pulled out of his little fantasy a moment later when Luna dipped her head down and took Hermione’s nipple between her pearly white teeth.

“Yes,” Hermione hissed as she bit down roughly.

Giving it a light tug, Luna let it slip free and showered it with soft, gentle kisses and licks. Harry smiled widely as he leaned down and kissed Hermione passionately. She wrapped her legs around him and used her heels to urge him on. As he pulled back and started thrusting harder, Luna slipped between them and pressed her lips against Hermione’s. Harry pulsed excitedly even as she froze in surprise. He sped up his thrusts at the same time Luna reached over and roughly pinched her other nipple. Hermione gasped against her lips and suddenly began kissing her back aggressively.

Harry was so turned on by the sight that he surged forward, knocking their lips apart as he felt his climax beginning to build. Luna responded by climbing up onto the couch and positioning herself directly on top of Hermione. With a grin, Harry leaned over her back and swept her blonde hair out of the way so he could watch their soft, pink lips caress each other. The pace of his thrusts left Hermione gasping and moaning between kisses, and he caught the occasional glimpse of their tongues entwined before the sight was hidden by their lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Harry grunted.

Suddenly, Hermione wrenched her lips free from Luna’s and cried out as she reached her peak. The tightening and fluttering of her depths pushed Harry over the edge. With a grunt, he buried himself as deep as he could and erupted inside of her. As Hermione threw her head back and groaned, Luna peppered her throat with light kisses. Harry continued to rock back and forth gently until both he and Hermione were finished before pulling out and sitting back on his haunches.

“Alright, Hermione?” Harry asked with a grin.

“Uh huh,” Hermione muttered. “Luna, can you let me up now?”

“Okay,” Luna said.

Getting up, Luna bounced on her knees with a huge grin on her face while Hermione sat up and rested her back against the arm of the couch. Looking down between her legs, she gasped when his cum began leaking out of her.

“Oh,” she gasped, covering her mound with her hand.

“I’ll clean it up,” Luna said.

Harry expected her to get her wand, so he was quite surprised when she bent down and used her tongue instead.

“Luna!” Hermione gasped.

Harry laughed incredulously but noticed that, despite her protest, Hermione never tried to push Luna away. Instead, she leaned back and groaned, one hand trailing up to her breast. After only a couple of minutes of watching Luna pleasure his best friend while swaying her cute little bum back and forth in front of his face, Harry felt himself harden again.

Checking his watch, he saw that they had just under an hour and a half before they needed to head down for dinner. With a grin, he got on his knees and slipped into the blonde’s hot, tight depths.