Harry sat quite happily in the familiar compartment of the Hogwarts express, but it was quite a bit different than it had been on previous trips. It should have been for somber reasons, all things considered; he was returning to school for the first time since Voldemort's resurrection, since the death of Cedric and the changing of everything. The Order of the Phoenix had risen once more, and he'd for the first time been able to spend a long stretch of time with his godfather, Sirius. But perhaps it was that final part that changed him most of all, and pushed the entire mess into a very different kind of ride.

The years had turned Harry into someone very different than he was when he first learned he was a wizard. He was more confident now, taking oddly well to being a hero in the wizarding world and, between his Quidditch victories and his winning of the Triwizard Cup the year prior, a hero of his school. Contrasting the lean, malnourished boy with absolutely no definition due to living in a closet was the sturdy frame he'd grown into, topped off with muscle as he kept in top athletic shape. Meekness was replaced with a ravenous appetite for women and the looks and charms to back it up, and things had only gotten worse once exposed to Sirius. It was clear to the escaped convict that Harry was in so many ways just like his father, and he fostered that within him.

It was no surprise to learn that Harry had already made swift work of quite a few girls at school; he'd been the one to break in Ginny before handing her off to Sirius, he'd had a few flings with the drop-dead gorgeous Fleur Delacour while she was around, and finally he'd settled on the buxom Hermione as his girlfriend. But Sirius had given his godson some parting words that stuck with Harry. "Back when we went to school, James practically had a harem of girls. He'd throw some action all our ways and we had our own girls, but if she was into dick, James was fucking her on the side. That's just how things were. And if Hogwarts has girls half as hot as the two I've met this summer, you're letting that go to waste if you stick with just Hermione."

The words stuck with Harry, who had a blanket over him and his girlfriend as they sat across from Ron, who knew full well that the blanket was masking two diddling one another. The Weasley boy tried his best to pretend otherwise as he watched his best friends leaning against one another, Hermione's handjob blatant from the up and down motion smacking against the blanket, while Harry's steady fingering was making her legs shiver and squirm excitedly. They'd been fucking like animals since the three had been reunited in the Black family home, but at least they'd had the decency to get a room and avoid being up front and blatant about that shit. It left Ron groaning as he laid back and tried to make awkward small talk.

Harry knew that Ron felt a bit awkward about what was going on, and he tried to care. He really did. But his solution to the matter was less considering maybe not fucking in front of Ron, and more trying to get rid of Ron so that they could fuck without having to worry about the blankets out of the way. "Hey Ron," Harry said, "Why don't you go flag down the snacks cart? Pick us up some food." He reached into his robes for a handful of coins that he offered up to his friend. "And you can get yourself something." As he spoke, his fingers twisted within Hermione, drawing a sharp breath from his girlfriend, who bit down hard on her lip.

"Maybe go pay Neville a visit!" she said, too loud, too excitable, but barely contained enough to care as she stroked faster along Harry's cock. Harry's thick, long, pre-drooling cock. She'd been too long without it, even if they'd been fucking up until the very last moment in Grimmauld Place. "You can get him something too, right Harry? I bet he's rather lonely after a long summer away from us, so flag him down."

Ron shook his head, heaving a heavy sigh as he stood up. "Okay fine, just admit you want to fuck and I'll get out of your hair." Ron accepted the handful of galleon. "You're not getting these back, mate," he joked, heading off from the cart in frustration. "I'll come back in a little while." On his way out of the cart, he made sure to pull the curtains down to give his friends some privacy and went off to find something to do that would let him get out of the situation before it turned any worse; they may have grown shameless enough to start fucking right in front of him, and that was not the kind of thing he was even remotely ready to watch.

Even before the door closed, Hermione was pulling the blanket off of Harry's lap, licking her lips as she eyed his long, fat cock, slick with pre from the teasing with her hand, just ripe to be sucked. "How long do you think he'll be gone for?" she asked, getting down onto her knees in front of her boyfriend and pushing some of her bushy brown hair past her shoulders.

"Not long enough," Harry said, leaning back and spreading his legs as she held the base of his cock tightly. She didn't need any guidance to go down on him, and though he enjoyed grabbing a nice handful of her messy hair and shoving her head down until she was choking on him and her lips were flush against his base, there was no reason to get so impatient. Not when he had a gorgeous, busty brunette already in her school uniform but the topmost buttons of her blouse undone, down on her knees and wanting to worship his cock. "I want to fuck you the whole ride there."

"You always want to fuck me," Hermione purred, licking her lips as she leaned in to plant a kiss onto her boyfriend's cock. It had been an amazing late half to her summer, getting fucked constantly in Grimmauld Place by Harry. Even before he'd arrived, on Harry's permission she'd found use with her mouth as a blowjob-only fucktoy for Sirius, which had started Harry in the first place down the path of following in his father's footsteps, although he hadn't yet broached the issue to Hermione She had no idea what he was planning as she started to slither her tongue around the head of his cock, bright brown eyes staring up at him all the while; she loved keeping eye contact with Harry, loved letting soak in the delicious sight of her worshiping his cock and doing everything she could to please him.

Harry groaned, fingers running through her hair to entice her. "Can you blame me?" he asked, looking down with a wicked smile at his girlfriend, on her knees and looking utterly gorgeous for him, licking along the throbbing head of his cock as her hand pumped slowly. She'd gone through quite the change as well, a more outgoing and dynamic side of her brought out by her relationship with Harry, an embrace of the charming points of her appearance as she played up the sexy librarian vibe she had the power to give off eagerly. Cultivated her nerdy, unkempt appearance into something sultry while still very much faithful to her had allowed her to really find herself and figure it all out, and now Harry had a brilliant slut in his pocket and always down to fuck. Which was good, because he rarely wanted to do much else, his appetites insatiable and seemingly only getting worse with time.

After giving a nice, thorough tongue bathing to his cock, getting it nice and slick for her hand to rub spit down all over, Hermione took the head into her mouth and began to suck steadily, moaning as she slurped the aching dick down. The fingers continued to run through her hair, and she could see him looking down at her, the strong and intense gaze urging her to reach a hand up her skirt, her panties already pulled aside and letting her pick up where Harry had left off. Fingering herself wasn't quite as enjoyable; his fingers were stronger and much thicker than her own spidery digits, but at least she had his cock to suck on while she touched herself, the heavy taste of his pre and the touch of his fingers in her hair helping to excite her other senses as she began to fuck herself deep and fast with her slender fingers.

Steadily rocking her head up and down, Hermione teased the back of her throat with Harry's cock, gleefully staring up in delight as she watched her boyfriend squirm for her amusement, so heated and horny, throbbing in her mouth and leaking pre-cum for her tongue to savour and enjoy. Her eyes remained on him the whole time, barely even blinking as they remained wide open and lusty, gaze burning with all of the hunger that she felt, all of the need she had for him, and she knew it was getting to him in the best of ways, just as planned. A year ago, Hermione would never have imagined she'd be down on her knees in a cart of the Hogwarts express and sucking on a cock, let alone Harry's, on their way back to school, but a lot had changed, and she wasn't even the least bit sorry about that fact.

The fingers still running through Hermione's hair could only stay loose so long, and the slow, steady sucking she gave him was as adoring as it was agonizing. She was taking her sweet damn time, and there was no way that Harry could remain patient as he savoured his first blowjob on the train, something he'd been looking forward to all summer. He'd actually meant to do this on the way home after his fourth year ended, but the chaos and celebrity that came from winning the Triwizard Tournament guaranteed they wouldn't have the privacy to do anything of the sort, not to mention Hermione keeping Rita Skeeter in a jar the whole trip home; the last thing he wanted was to give her a story. So they kept quiet and calm the whole train ride back.

But now, he hoped things could be calmer, and that they would be alone. So he had no shame about the way he tightened his hold quite suddenly into Hermione's messy hair and shoved her down, claiming her throat. She gagged happily around his cock as it slammed deeper, penetrating her gullet and making her fingers push deeper and harder into her in response. She knew it was coming, and she had sucked his cock-and Sirius's, which was roughly equal in its immense girth and length-so many times that she was used to the roughness by now. She took it like a champ, slurping it down happily as she was guided back and forth, all the while taking him deeper and deeper, Her hand was shortening its grip finger by finger as the momentum of her head's bobbing helped ease her further down, and she was stroking less and less as time went on, but all the while she remained steady and as eagerly subservient as possible.

There was a heavy bustling of the train by their door, and at any time someone who didn't know the curtains were drawn for a reason could have burst in. Some poor first year opening it up because his friends had run away and hid in a different cart and left him to find them, only to get an eyeful of upperclassmen half-naked and fucking. That would have been a shattering of innocence. Or someone who'd seen them go into this cart as they boarded, a friend they hadn't seen since the beginning of school coming in to check on them only to see something that they were not meant to see. The Hogwarts express was the absolute last place to try and seek privacy, and that was exactly what made it so fucking hot for them; there was a danger and risk to this, and Harry's dick throbbed harder and hotter than normal as a result, excited by the prospect of getting caught.

Knowing there was a time limit, Harry didn't hold back very much. He certainly could have, but they needed to get as much pleasure as they could into the constraints of their trip and the risks; eventually, something was going to go poorly for them, and it wasn't good form to actually get caught fucking on the train. Those kinds of rumours came every year with someone or another, and the jokes of getting caught carried through the rest of the school year. So Harry groaned, "Gonna cum," just in time, releasing Hermione's grip and wondering how she was going to hide it this time. Maybe she'd go full slut and wear it proudly on her face. That would have been something.

But Hermione had an interest in restraint, not wanting to start off the year with anything embarrassing, not like she'd occasionally taken some risks doing back in Grimmauld Place. So she drew her head most of the way back, left the throbbing head of his cock in her mouth and moaned, letting his cum flood her mouth. She'd gotten good at swallowing Harry's massive loads, but there was so much cum, and it was a struggle to keep any from leaking out as she nearly choked on the oncoming flood of burning, salty spunk filling her mouth up. It was a treat, and she moaned needily as she swallowed it all down, feeling the slimy seed slide down the lining of her throat before settling into her stomach.

"Shit, Hermione," Harry groaned, leaning back and going a little limp. "How the fuck am I going to get through class without that?" His fingers returned into her hair, caressing her cheek as he watched her pull her head up when he a little trickle of down running down her chin. He reached for it with his other hand, dragging a finger up her chin and toward her mouth, and the girl moaned as she took the finger into her mouth, sucking on it a little to help rile him up a little between rounds. His cock was still rock hard, of course, but he could always use a little more enticement to jump into the next round.

"I guess you'll just have to go at me harder when class is over," she teased, rising up to her feet and climbing into his lap. "And speaking of going at me harder..." She put her hands onto his shoulders as she got into position, settling atop him such that the tip of his cock rested up against her pussy, dripping wet and still utterly desperate. "Do you think you can make me cum before Ron gets bored and comes back?"

"Is that a challenge?" Harry asked, reaching to unbutton her blouse as he fell eye level with her flaunted cleavage. Hermione hadn't worn a bra underneath it, as was apparent by the rock hard nipples pressing against the white fabric, and he was all too eager to undo it further, leaving it loose as his hands pushed it further open, exposing her plump, perky breasts. Hermione had grown into quite the buxom, busty girl over the years, and everything about the large breasts shoved into his face deserved savouring. He took big, eager handfuls of her tits as he stared up at her. "Because we both know the answer to that one."

Hermione moaned, biting her lip as she pushed herself down, impaling herself with a single push down onto his cock, crying out in delight as she felt the massive cock fill her up. There was no more 'stretching' her out, as the constant stream of sex from the horny wizard kept her just ripe and perfect for him. "That doesn't mean we can't have fun, does it?" Her fingers ran along his strong shoulders and up through his hair before she pushed his glasses back into alignment, slowly rising up along his cock. The friction of the fat dick along her perfectly loosened pussy was amazing; she fit him like a glove, and feeling the way he rubbed along the lining of her pussy with even the slightest of motion was the guarantee that kept her excited and coming back for more constantly. At all hours, often.

They fucked hard and fast. Whether due to the time limit upon them or because of the fact that they were just too horny not to go all out and fast-which was sort of their default pace most days-the couple fucked hard, and they fucked fast. Hermione bounced needily atop Harry's cock, moaning and crying out in delight as her hips swayed, a steady roll carrying a great deal of grace as she rode him, while Harry thrust hard into her, feeding into the bouncing of her body. She'd come a long way from the bookworm with more curves than she knew what to do with, as their first time had been a slightly clumsy affair with Harry taking the lead and Hermione lacking in much in the way of confidence or sexual talent. That had all changed now though, and she rode his cock like a pro, moaning and pressing her tits forward into his strong hands as he felt her up with all that he could, leaving her to whine and twist in adoring delight.

She leaned forward and pulled him into a desperate kiss, and Harry followed suit, hands leaving her tits and reaching down deeper, to grab at her round hips and her plump ass. Her kiss was so aggressive, so utterly unlike the Hermione he'd met years ago on this very train, and he was so happy that she'd gone through those change,s that they had both grown and become the people they were now; the hung jock and the brainy, voluptuous girl who could not get enough of him. They were more complicated than that, but in that single moment of lust there wasn't much else about their personalities to come into play, just their hunger for one another, the intense physical need that tempered their romance and dominated their time together constantly. They were in love, but the way they fucked like rabbits and with such intensity sometimes left Ron wondering where they even had time for the non-physical parts of romance. Simply put, they didn't, really.

Harry smacked Hermione's ass, making her bite down on a yelp as people passed by. They were used to being loud, fucking like animals in the thick walled rooms of Grimmauld Place. The Black family had a great many secrets, and their ancestral home was built to contain them all, which let them go all out in any corner of the house without the risk of detection. But even with the steady noise of the train chugging along, they couldn't get too intense, forced to contain themselves for the first time in weeks as their bodies heaved and everything within them begged to let them go all out, to start fucking as hard as they could. To scream carelessly and throw all caution to the wind. They couldn't, of course, and the shiny prefect badge now pinned to Hermione's robes as they hung off of her shoulders was an extra reminder of that fact. But fuck if it wasn't tempting.

"Harder," Hermione groaned, clinging to Harry's collar as she pulled away from his lips. She leaned back, and he watched briefly as her large breasts heaved and bounced, excited and in vigorous motion as she pleaded for more. There was only so hard that she could bounce atop his lap, and it was not proving hard enough for her, but this position was always a prelude. There was always something more to come, and Harry wanted to make sure that what came next was special.

Sure, he could have just bent her over and railed her again. Could have laid her onto the seats and come at her from an angle. Maybe even pin her to the window, squish her plump ass against the cold glass and slam into her as she mooned as the countryside. His eyes dragged around the compartment looking for ideas, when he caught the luggage racks above, and that was when it hit him. "Reach up and grab the pole," he said, giving Hermione no warning or elaboration as he grabbed onto her hips, fingers dug into her fat arse and used as leverage so he could stand upright with her up on his cock.

The brunette gasped and shouted in confusion, shivering as she looked around in a mad panic, unsure for a moment what was going on until she saw the pole from above, a single metal bar used as a guard atop the luggage rack to ensure nothing slid off when the train sped up or slowed down one way or another. "Oh shit, that's hot," She groaned, hands both going up high to seize it as she held on tightly, legs wrapping firm and secure around Harry's hips, as she'd done many times before. With her grip helping to lend support, she knew what was coming next, and she could not have been happier as she started to pull herself up and down a little to bounce frantically atop his cock.

Harry threw everything he had behind fucking her hard. With her impaled atop him as he fucked her, there was nothing but the utmost delight to be found. He went at her with as much force as he could muster, confident in how secure she was that he gave her ass a few harsh slaps when he wasn't using his hold on her to help push her up a little further. They were now in probably the most compromising position possible to be found in, and the moans were starting to slip from their control, but they didn't care, the tightness and the wetness too much to bear, driven by how tightly wound they were. The hard, frantic fucking wasn't slowing down for anything as they went at one another with intense, overwhelming desperation that grew more and more irresistible with each balls deep thrust into Hermione's soaking wet twat.

Hermione's body swayed, the combination of all the various motions making her breasts heave wildly. She was getting thrust into, pushed up, and pulling herself up before gravity conspired to bring it all together and slam her right back down onto his cock. Getting fucked senseless was proving the kind of wild bliss she didn't realize she had so utterly needed until she was right there experiencing all of it, and the noises were spiraling out of control, growing louder and needier, breathy gasps and errant moans, pleas to fuck harder as they drew closer and closer toward their inevitable, heated end with everything they had all blowing their minds.

When Hermione's grip faltered and she let go of the bars, Harry was quick on the take, pulling her down as he sat back on their side of the cart, keeping her straddling his lap as her body trembled and shook. She rode him fast, and the frantic staccato motions of her body atop him ensured that as her orgasm tore through her, his own wasn't far behind. Harry grunted, and his cock was soon enough erupting, spilling another heavy load of cum deep into her needy snatch, making her shiver and twist as she was creampied right there on the train. The noise quickly died, replaced by heavy, frantic gasping and the sucking of air down as needy and rapidly as they could. They were both so out of breath, so wiped from that quick, rough fuck, and they needed a moment to gather themselves.

"That should probably be it," Harry said as he eased Hermione off of him and set the blanket over their laps. They were half-naked messes, but neither was in any state to get dressed as they lay there, panting. She slumped down against him and pressed some kisses into his lips as she whined. "But fuck, that was great."

"It really was," Hermione purred, head settling finally onto his shoulder as she held tightly onto him. "But listen, there's something I wanted to talk to you about, and I guess now isn't a bad time. Well, there isn't really a good time, but..." She sighed, closing her eyes as she tried to find the words.

"It's okay, 'Mione," Harry said, reaching with one hand to push his glasses up his nose again as the other ran through her hair. "What's bothering you?"

"We've been fucking like animals all summer, and it's been amazing, but with school coming, I can't totally forsake everything about my studies just to keep fooling around like this, and there's duties associated with being a prefect that I'm probably neglecting right now to be in here with you, so... You know I love you, Harry, and I know that you love me too. But if you wanted to maybe keep things very open sexually and be able to fuck other girls, and not just the way you and Sirius kept spitroasting Tonks while I was asleep, I wouldn't mind that."

Harry was surprised by her candid remarks, mostly because he'd been sitting there wondering this whole time how he could broad the subject of widening their relationship too. Comments about James virtually having a harem during his time at Hogwarts had been of great interest to him, and here Hermione was basically telling him to go ahead and do it. 'Wow, Hermione, I... I'm glad you're willing to share me, and don't worry. You'll always be my number one girl." He held her firmly, and the brunette smiled and cooed a little as she nestled more firmly against him. "But thanks for worrying about that. Just because we can't fuck all the time doesn't mean I don't love you."

Breaking up the moment, Ron knocked on the door, and a mutual reply of, "Come in," encouraged him to step into the room, carrying a bunch of chocolate as he chewed on some more.

"You guys can keep it in your pants until we get settled up in the dorms now, right? I won't have to go wander off again so you can shag?" Ron stepped into the cart, where he was almost punched in the face by the smell of sex, but by now he was rather used to it. "Bloody hell," he groaned, and sat down on the other side of the cart, laying a bunch of sweets for his friends on the table. it was a bit of a mood killer, but as Harry and Hermione snuggled up, it hardly seemed to matter. He'd been given the green light to follow in his father's footsteps without even having to ask, and that was worth all the interruptions in the world. In fact, Harry realized, one of the bigger elements of following in his father's footsteps meant looking out for his friends, too.

"Hey Ron, who do you fancy?"