The Great Hall was a cavern of shadows and flickering light, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a sky that was dark and starless. Harry sat on the long wooden bench, his hands gripping the edge of the table as the green and silver banners of Slytherin hung heavy above them. Hermione was already there, her skin pale against the dark wood, her skirt hiked up around her waist. The candles floated in neat rows, casting a rhythmic glow that made the silver platters look like fallen moons. She watched him watch her, her eyes bright and sharp in the dimness.
"You're staring," she said, her voice cutting through the silence of the hall.
"It is a difficult thing not to," Harry replied, his voice low.
"The table is cold," she remarked, pressing her palms against the polished surface.
He moved toward her, his boots making no sound on the stone floor. He reached out to touch the hem of her robes, the silk sliding through his fingers. He climbed onto the table, his weight making the wood crece slightly beneath him. He settled himself between her thighs, his trousers rubbing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"Is it?" he asked, his breath catching as she pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt.
"It is," she whispered, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his trousers.
He unzipped his fly with a single, quick motion, his cock springing free from his underwear. It was thick and hard, the head already weeping a bead of clear fluid. He watched her eyes track the movement of his penis as he gripped the base of it. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against hers, his warm skin meeting her cool breasts. He took her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss, his tongue lashing into her mouth to taste her. His fingers found the edge of her knickers, hooking into the lace and pulling the fabric aside to expose her cunt.
He slid two fingers into her wetness, finding her pussy already slick and swollen. She gasped into his mouth, her hips lurching upward to meet his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper, stretching her tight-lipped cunt, feeling the heat of her internal muscles wrap around his digits. He pulled one finger out and replaced it with his cock, sliding the head of his penis against her clitoris before driving himself inside her.
"Oh, god," she cried, her head falling back against the table.
He fucked her with long, punishing strokes, his hips slamming against her buttocks. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy was a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoed in the empty hall. He gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into her flesh to hold her steady as he drove himself deeper. He wanted to feel the very back of her, to hit the limit of her womb with every heavy lunge. Her cunt was tight and hot, a perfect fit for his length. He felt the friction of her walls gripping his shaft, the sensation nearly driving him mad.
"Harder," she commanded, her voice a ragged edge of a plea. "Fuck me harder, Harry."
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming faster and more frantic. He reached down to grab her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds as he hammered into her. He felt his balls slapping against her arse with every lunge, the friction of skin on skin adding to the heat. He watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back and her lips parted as he filled her. He leaned down to bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. He felt her cunt pulse around him, the internal contractions of her orgasm squeezing his cock with desperate strength.
"I'm going to..." she started, her hips bucking wildly against his pelvis.
"Do it," he groaned, his voice a guttptural growl. "Cum for me."
He felt the pressure building in his gut, the frantic heat of his orgasm coiling tight. He thrust one last time, burying his cock to the hilt inside her, and felt the hot spray of his cum erupting deep inside her cunt. He felt her pussy clench around him, her internal muscles milking him as he filled her with his seed. He stayed inside her, his breath coming in heavy, jagged gasps, as the sensation of his cum pulsing into her warmth became the only thing in the world. He watched the way her body shuddered, her entire frame trembling from the force of her release.
He pulled himself out of her, the wetness of her pussy and his cum dripping onto the dark wood of the Slytherin table. He lay there for a moment, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. The silence of the hall rushed back in, broken only by the soft crackle of the floating candles.
"You're a mess," she said, a small, breathless laugh escaping her.
"You started it," he countered, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from her cheek.
"It was a very good start," she replied, smoothing her hair back.
"I didn't think you'd be able to take all of it," he said, looking down at the wetness on the table.
"You underestimate me," she said, her eyes sparkling with a sudden, sharp intelligence.
"I know," he said, leaning back on his elbows. "That is your problem."
"My problem is that you don't know when to stop," she told him, her tone playful yet firm.
"I could always try to do better," he suggested, watching the way the light caught the silver embroidery on her robes.
"You'll have to try harder than that," she said, sitting up and pulling her skirt back into place.
"Is that a challenge?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"It is a directive," she replied, her voice returning to its usual composed state.
He watched her for a long time as she gathered her things, the way she moved with a quiet, regal grace even in the aftermath of their heat. She looked at the floating candles, her eyes tracking the movement of the flames. She reached out a hand, counting the lights in the air as if they were gold coins.
"One, two, three, four..." she murmured, her voice a low drone in the vast space.
"Are you actually counting them?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"It's a way to pass the time," she said, not looking away from the light.
"You're obsessed with the timing," he noted, leaning forward to watch her.
"I told you, you have until the first candle burns down," she said, her eyes snapping to his. "And you are not finished yet."