I've always been in one prison or another. Nothing new here, let's move on.-From the diary of Harry PotterHermione Granger sighed and closed the batte...ed notebook. She had been pouring over these four notebooks for a week, ever since they were discovered underneath Harry Potter's bed. How could one boy hold some much pain, so much anguish? How could he have carried on, none of them suspecting a thing?Five years after the death of Harry Potter, Hermione was still trying to find answers. His. Anyway, Raj and I were talking. It was a normal evening, normal conversation. At one point in time the conversation turned to why we felt both of our relationships had ended. It was a very touching conversation, and I ended it by saying that it did not matter in the long run. Because I knew who I loved, and it was the only man on the planet who I felt was the other half of me. He asked me if he knew the man and I said yes. He then asked me if I’d tell him who it was. I refused. I had a feeling. “She instructed me to go to the bedroom, strip naked and be laying on my back on the floor when she comes in. Being her sex slave husband, I complied. “She came in and walked straight to our bedroom. She stood over me, looking down at me with her feet positioned at either side of my head. She was wearing a black satiny mini dress, my favorite. Her legs were spread enough to give me a perfect view of her drenched crotch. Rivulets of cum were running down her inner thighs, and I knew better than. “And I want it so bad. Come on; fuck me!” Her body trembled as she heard the sound of his zip. His stiff cock pushed at her labia as his hands reached round and grabbed hold of her tits through her blouse. “Oh yeah!” she gasped as his erection pushed up into her. She'd been wet all morning, all weekend, longing for his young cock in her. “Fuck me!” she gasped. “Give it to me!” At only sixteen, what he lacked in technique he more than made up for in youthful exuberance. She heard herself squish,.