"Harry…" Hermione said.
He knew that tone of voice. He had expected that she was going to ask for something; she'd been extra vigorous with the tit job she had just given him. The proof (his semen) was still across her face as she looked imploringly at him.
"What do you need, Hermione?" Harry said.
"I have an idea of how I can help with the war effort," she said. "But I need your help to pull it off."
"What could it be that you had to butter me up like this to get me to agree?" Harry asked.
Hermione pushed herself up, kneeling topless between his legs. "I wasn't trying to bribe you. I just wanted you to be in a good mood before I asked…"
Harry laughed. "I'm not upset. Just tell me, Hermione."
"I want to get into the unspeakables' library!" she blurted, speaking fast.
"That's it?" Harry asked.
"That's it?" Hermione said. "Harry, I don't think you realize how secretive the unspeakables are. They have knowledge that no one else does about the most complex kinds of magic out there, and they guard it jealously! You'd need the minister's permission himself for someone not part of the department to get in!"
"I'll ask Scrimgeour then," Harry said.
"You'd do that?" Hermione couldn't hide her excitement.
"Why not?" Harry said. "We have a working relationship. I've delivered results, and he trusts me now. I'm sure he'd give you permission."
"Thank you!" Hermione squealed.
She jumped to her feet and hopped up and down. Harry's eyes tracked how her chest boulders bounced, and overcome by a rush of horniness, he grabbed her to finish what they had started, soon pounding her snatch. Hermione squealed underneath him, particularly into it today.
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So… it turned out the request wasn't as easy as Harry thought it was going to be.
He asked Scrimgeour exactly like he said he would, and the Minister wasn't exactly hostile to the idea. Instead, he had rubbed his face and said this:
"Harry, those people— It would be faster for you to see it for yourself. I'll set up a meeting with the head unspeakable. You can meet with her and convince her yourself. That's the only way. Not even I can control them."
So Harry and Hermione were on their way to that meeting, going deeper into the ministry than Harry had been since the night they fought Voldemort.
"Do we even have a chance?" Hermione asked. Harry had told her what Scrimgeour said. "If they're willing to blow off the minister, surely they'll ignore us."
"The only way we find out is if we check," Harry said. "Come on."
They descended the stairs to the Department of Mysteries. No elevators went this far, so you had to use the stairs. A person in robes that obscured their gender, face, and even modified their voice was waiting by the door.
"Do you have business here?" they asked in a distorted way.
Harry cleared his throat. "Yeah. We've got a meeting with the head unspeakable…"
The person didn't question them. They touched the wall to their left, and a section of wall disappeared to reveal a staircase. The steps went even deeper underground.
"Are we supposed to go that way?" Harry asked.
The unspeakable didn't say or do anything else. Harry and Hermione walked into the dark. As they did so, Hermione grabbed onto his hand.
They walked for long enough that they could have reached a new floor of the ministry. At the end of the hallway was a nondescript door. Harry opened it.
It had been so dark in the hallway that the blue light on the other side, provided by enchanted torches, temporarily blinded him.
"Excuse the light," said someone in the office.
They sat behind the room's only desk. They were bundled up in robes that didn't show an ounce of skin, but they didn't have the voice changing charm active. The head unspeakable was definitely a woman.
Well, Harry already knew that, considering Scrimgeour had talked about a "she".
"I don't like to work in the dark, as much as it adds to the atmosphere," said the head unspeakable. That was probably a joke, but Harry and Hermione couldn't tell because of the way she said it.
"We're here for a meeting?" Hermione asked. "About requesting access to the Unspeakables' hidden library?"
"Yes. Scrimgeour mentioned something like that. Sit down," said the unspeakable.
She said that, but there weren't any chairs in the room other than the one she was sitting in. So Harry and Hermione walked forward but still stood. The unspeakable didn't comment.
"You should understand, of course, that your request is completely unprecedented," the unspeakable said. "You can call me Madam Croaker."
"Like Saul Croaker?" Harry asked.
"My older brother," Croaker said. "Now under normal circumstances, only an unspeakable would be able to access our library. Are you interested in joining, Ms. Granger? We were already planning to extend an invitation to you when you graduated, so it wouldn't be much of a sacrifice to induct you now."
"Could I share what I found in the library if I joined?" Hermione asked.
"Of course not," Croaker said. "No, it's all very, you know, "unspeakable". That's just the way things work."
"Then I won't be joining," Hermione said stubbornly. "There's no point if I can't use the knowledge to help Harry. Is there some way I can read those books WITHOUT joining?"
"Not ordinarily," Croaker said. "However, I believe that we can come up with a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Harry asked.
"A very advantageous one for you," Croaker said. "One pesky experiment has been giving us no end of trouble recently. We're not equipped with the tools we need to properly reach a conclusion. But we're all very stubborn and don't like giving up. It's a conundrum."
"Where do we come in?" Harry asked.
"The two of you have the skills we lack," Croaker said. "Harry in particular. If you would just volunteer one afternoon to do our bidding, I'll make sure that Hermione has access to our knowledge vault for whatever she desires."
"Deal," Harry said.
"Harry, are you sure that's a good idea?" Hermione whispered.
They had both seen the crazy things that the unspeakables housed and researched. They had brains removed from heads and other even more frightening things. These people pushed the boundaries of terrifying forces like time and love. A lot could go wrong being their guinea pig.
"They won't really hurt me," Harry whispered back. "Scrimgeour would kill them if they did. I'm sure it'll be fine. And it really is a good deal for us. All that knowledge for one experiment."
"Yes. We're being VERY kind," Croaker said. "We'll require the help of both of you, Ms. Granger. Mr. Potter has agreed. Can we count on you as well?"
"Oh screw it all!" Hermione said. "I won't let Harry face this alone."
As concerned as she was about Harry, she was also just eager to read all those esoteric books. Her face gave her away.
"Cameraderie," Croaker said (in what Harry thought was a somewhat sinister way). "My favorite. Come right this way, young people."
She stood up and activated another hidden passage, this one leading up in a different direction compared to where Harry and Hermione came in.
The passage they had taken to get there closed behind them. Croaker didn't even acknowledge it.
"We're in too deep to run away now anyway," Hermione said. "We'll have to see it through to the end."
Croaker took them down a path that went up, down, and turned at random times, leaving them completely disoriented. Finally, she stopped in front of a door with a spinning handle mechanism like a submarine.
"Straight in here," she said. "Neither of your lives will be in danger. In fact, I believe that the process will feel very pleasant."
"Why do I feel like you're leaving something out?" Harry asked.
"Experiments work better when the right amount of information is given," Croaker said. She spun the mechanism and opened the door. "Inside you go."
Harry and Hermione walked inside. Hermione was holding Harry's hand again for support. As soon as they were through the door, Croaker shut it behind them.
The room wasn't what Harry expected. All of the walls were white and totally featureless. There was a bed in the center of the room. Harry and Hermione approached it but couldn't find anything that seemed like it made it special.
"What now?" Hermione asked.
"Experiment commencing," Croaker's voice announced, sounding like it was coming over an intercom.
There was a loud hissing. Pink smoke started to fill the room.
"That… it won't hurt us, will it?" Hermione asked, holding Harry's hand more tightly.
"Croaker promised that it wouldn't," Harry said. "It'll be okay Hermione."
The smoke reached them. Immediately, all of their clothes disappeared.
"What!?" Hermione said.
She flinched. That made her big breasts sway. Harry's dick shot up faster than it ever had before. He and Hermione had been intimate less than 24 hours ago, yet right now he was completely entranced and obsessed with her body. He needed her in ways that he'd never needed a woman before.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled.
She was feeling the same thing toward him. She jumped on him and he caught her. Hermione's pussy rubbed on his shaft, completely soaking wet. Harry shoved himself into her as fast as he was able to. They kissed each other so hard that Harry thought he might have bruised his lips.
He jumped onto the bed, executing something like a professional wrestling body slam. Hermione just wrapped her legs around his hips. Harry started to fuck her like a beast, pounding her with all his might. Hermione's pussy felt like it had a black hole's gravitational pull. He couldn't fathom pulling out.
He knew that something was off. It was the pink smoke, that's what was making him and Hermione act like this. He couldn't resist it, though. Not even him, who had thrown off the Imperius curses of one of Voldemort's best Death Eaters and the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
It was probably because this was accentuating the desires he already had. Fucking Hermione was already something that he'd done and desired. His inhibitions were being eroded instead of having someone command him to do something heinous.
The only atrocities he was committing right now were against Hermione's cunt.
"Subjects have reacted well to the administered aphrodisiac," Croaker said. "All magical instruments are properly tuned. Keep focused, people. We cannot miss the moment of magic."
There… There were people watching them. Unspeakables were witnessing Harry pound his best friend like that. It was an invasion of privacy, and yet it REALLY turned Harry on.
Maybe it was the aphrodisiac Croaker mentioned; this pink fog. Or it was just one of Harry's quirks that he hadn't recognized. He wanted to show these people in a way that they wouldn't forget exactly who Hermione was to him.
While thrusting into her Harry pried Hermione's legs off of his hips. He held her ankles and forced them down next to her head. Her tongue was out because of how good she felt. Harry pounded her from above.
He did it as hard as he could. Then he found a way to do it harder. Harder, harder, harder!
His body was moving in ways that he hadn't been aware it was capable of. He wondered if a physical stimulant had been mixed into the concoction that turned them so horny. Harry couldn't think much about it, because thinking about anything more than violating the beauty beneath him was extremely hard.
He ducked his head down and kissed her. Because Hermione couldn't lift her head, their lips didn't meet. Instead their tongues just sloppily licked each other. Harry wasn't using the skills in bed that he had accumulated across his many sexual encounters. Right now, this was nothing but a primal pounding.
Hermione was starting to spew between her legs. Each thrust made her crotch spritz the surrounding area with arousal. She was going to be seriously sore in the morning from the way Harry was contorting her.
Over the primal mating going on on the bed, Croaker spoke in clinical tones:
"Female orgasms are proceeding at an optimal rate. Heartbeats are raised. Minor magical spikes are being recorded. All observations fall within the bounds of our hypothesis. Proceed."
Did she think that Harry could stop if she told him to? He NEEDED to fuck Hermione. No, more than that. He needed to knock her up. Nothing less would be acceptable to him with the state he was in.
Deep in his psyche he acknowledged that such a thing was impossible, though. Like the rest of the girls, Hermione was on birth control potions. Then, Croaker spoke again:
"Subjects have inhaled a sufficient quality of the smoke. All inhibitory potions have been neutralized."
If Harry's tongue hadn't been busy wrestling with Hermione's outside of his mouth, he would have gasped. Was that even possible, to give an antidote to birth control potions?
The answer was: this was the Department of Mysteries. Achieving the impossible was their job.
Even in her addled and cock drunk state, Hermione heard the voice as well. Folded up underneath Harry, she realized that when the dick thrusting into her spewed its seed inside of her, it was going to knock her up. If the unspeakables were countering birth control potions, then that's what they wanted. Both Harry and Hermione were certain something had been added to the experiment to ensure one orgasm would be enough.
But neither of them stopped. They were too far down. Besides, just like banging Hermione was an urge Harry already had, he was starting to realize that knocking her up was another of his urges.
It only made sense. He loved her. At times, he'd caught himself thinking about after the war… But if it happened right now, then he wasn't going to think twice. Although maybe that was the gas speaking.
"Urrrrrrrrry!" Hermione groaned while they kissed messily. That was probably supposed to be his name. Or it was a word: Hurry. Knock me up faster.
Harry's dick erupted inside of her, squirting a monster orgasm all over her womb.
Croaker said: "All instruments tuned! This is the moment! Record magical spikes, and for Merlin's sake don't miss a moment!"
Hermione shivered while Harry's cum raced into her. Now that he didn't have to keep thrusting, Harry was able to stretch his neck and kiss her properly. She returned the kiss for a few seconds before her tongue went limp. Harry sat up and pulled out of her, finding that the feelings had been too intense. Hermione had passed out.
"What do you mean?" Croaker demanded, talking to her subordinates. "Not enough evidence? Are you daft? Do you have any idea how difficult it was to arrange this experiment? We can't stop here!"
There was a pause as someone said something back to her.
"You're right," Croaker said. "Although you shouldn't sound proud of it. We can only gather the data once per test subject. Well, once every nine months. But… no. I'm not giving up. I refuse to stop here!"
There was another pause.
"Whatever it takes!" Croaker said, beginning to sound like a mad scientist.
Harry heard steps pounding outside. The person was stomping so hard that you could hear it through the room's thick walls.
The door was flung open. Harry flinched slightly. He was still painfully hard as the aphrodisiac ran rampant in his system.
Croaker herself boldly walked into the room, slamming the door behind her.
The pink smoke washed all over her. Her enchanted robes flickered and disappeared like Harry and Hermione's clothes. Harry gaped.
Underneath was a woman of 25 with straw colored hair and pale skin that clearly saw next to no sunshine. Her breasts were a fraction the size of Hermione's, but Harry could hear her heavy ass clapping as she walked toward him. Her robes must have had an extra enchantment just to mask the noise of it!
"Second round, commencing!" Croaker said, her voice coming from her mouth and the intercom system at the same time. "Subject #2 has entered the experiment facility!"
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