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Chapter 1 A Wild Hermione Appears
🕑 Added 2024-09-09 22:27:30 +0000 UTC"I swear, if I don't get shagged in the next 5 minutes, I WILL hex someone!"
Harry chuckled as he watched his longtime friend Hermione storm into the Room of Requirement, in sexual fury. She dramatically stomped her way to the center of the room, tossing her wand onto a nearby table with a flourish.
"Oh Hermione, hi, I didn't see you there. Do come in," Harry teased, his voice laced with amusement. He heard a scoff from Hermione as she paced the room.
"Shut it, Harry. If you were as pent up as I am, you'd be cursing everything in sight too!"
Harry sighed quietly to himself. Unknown to Hermione, he WAS that pent up. He spent most days with a constant hard-on, struggling to find new ways to hide his 7 incher from his professors and fellow students. It was growing to be a real problem.
And she was the cause of it.
Hermione had always been what some might call a "late bloomer." Now, however, she had developed a figure that could only be described as strikingly curvaceous. Her hips were full, her waist narrow, and her tits magnificent enough for me to fantasize about dying in them.
She often joked that she was only an inch away from being a lot of men's ideal woman. She was also Harry's perfect woman, though he'd never tell her. They'd been friends since the first year, it would be wrong to take advantage of their friendship just to get laid.
Harry knew all the reasons. They were the only thing keeping him from throwing Hermione on the couch right now and sating her sexual urges. Instead, he lazily stood up, book in hand, and walked towards the sofa to join Hermione.
As he neared her the first thing he noticed was Hermione's large, round ass sticking out as she lay down on the sofa. Not an unwelcome sight, especially since Hermione had gone with her tightest robes today, but now Harry's "real problem" was acting up again. He felt himself grow hard, and this time there was no way to hide it. He had been wearing his pajamas when Hermione had come over, and they were now clearly tented.
Hermione remained oblivious as she continued to rant, her ass cheeks shifting from side to side under her robes as she complained.
"I mean, how hard is it to find a willing cock these days? I'm a good-looking witch. I've got the big tits and the fat-arse guys seem to love these days. I should be DROWNING in cock! But nooo, I've got to live in the only school where every guy is either taken or pureblood! It's ridiculous!"
'Yes, it is' thought Harry as he tried desperately to make his erection subside before Hermione turned around. Unfortunately for Harry, his dick wasn't having it. In fact, the longer his erection lasted, the more excuses Harry was coming up with to just go for it.
'I mean, what's the harm? I'm horny, she's clearly horny. Maybe we could just...help each other out.'
Harry moved forward, shocked at his own body. He was now standing so close to Hermione that her robes were slightly rubbing against his tented pajamas. Not enough to feel anything, but still way closer than was acceptable for "just friends".
Hermione chose this moment to look at him, she didn't know her rant had other effects. And since Harry's waist was right there, she looked at the intruder who was touching her ass. She squeaked and almost fell over, and Harry, out of reflex, grabbed her by the hip and pulled her back on the sofa.
And here they were, Hermione held against Harry, her large breasts pressed against his stomach, his erection throbbing against hers. A beat passed, Hermione and Harry staring at each other, lust hot in their eyes, and a single thought blasting through both their minds.
Fuck it.
Harry and Hermione's lips met, their tongues fighting over who would be leading this particular sexual encounter. Hermione played dirty though, using her womanly moans and grasping hands to make Harry groan with need. He picked her up, Hermione giggling as she looped her arms around his neck.
She turned her head to see where Harry was leading her within the Room of Requirement, a smirk playing on her lips as a luxurious bed emerged from the shifting room to meet their desires.
"On the bed Harry? How very classic."
Harry laid Hermione down on the bed, burying his face in her neck as she squirmed and moaned. He growled into her ear, making her shiver.
"I've been thinking about this since the days you came back to school with those things on your chest."
Hermione pushed Harry back lightly, mischief in her eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. She teased him, though her breathing was growing heavy and her eyes lidded, so the act was a bit transparent.
"Oh, these? I didn't know you'd noticed them. It's not like I catch you looking at them all the time."
Harry blushed, caught, but Hermione only laughed, her hands still slowly, oh so slowly, revealing more and more of her heaving chest.
"Oh, I don't mind Harry. In fact, there are a couple of shirts in my closet that I bought just for you to notice them."
Harry couldn't take it anymore. He reached out, brushed Hermione's hands away, and ripped her shirt open, sending a couple of buttons flying, but neither of them noticed. Hermione was busy watching Harry's reaction, and Harry was focusing on not cumming in his pajamas.
Hermione's tits were a handful, beautiful, and perky, so Harry might consider this the new happiest memory of his life. His hands flew to them like a beast, grasping them roughly, and making Hermione give out a loud moan. Her tits overflowed his hands. There was just so much-
Hermione placed a finger under Harry's chin, bringing his eyes to hers. She was smiling, her eyes glassy with desire. Her other hand had somehow wrapped itself around Harry's cock without him knowing and whom she was pumping slowly.
"Harry?"
"Yeah, Hermione?"
"Would it be too much trouble to ask you to eat me out?"
Harry's cock throbbed in her hand, which made Hermione giggle again. God, he loved her giggle.
"Yes, I think I can help with that."
Hermione nodded, still smiling, as Harry moved down, making sure he took her panties with him as he went. He looked at her, her shirt open, breasts jiggling slightly from her ragged breaths. Her robes bunched around her waist, thighs spread wide for him, her cunt soaking wet. Harry almost ran out of the bed, dropped to his knees, and began to assault Hermione's pussy with his mouth.
Hermione's moans filled the room, echoing through it. A part of Harry's brain was grateful for the Silencing Charms in place, otherwise, this would have been hard to explain. The majority of his brain, however, was dedicated to finding ways to make Hermione scream.
Then he found her clit.
"Mmm, right there—don't stop, it's PERFECT…!" screamed Hermione, her thighs pressing even tighter against Harry's ears. Harry, for his part, spent the next few minutes treating Hermione's clit like a punching bag for his tongue, which sent Hermione into several spiraling orgasms. Eventually, Hermione pushed Harry away, her throat hoarse from screaming and her body sore from clenching.
Harry emerged drenched, his shirt hopelessly stained with her juices. He took it off before rolling Hermione onto her stomach, her ass laying on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling just a little. Hermione looked back wearily as Harry lined himself up.
"Harry, please, I need a minute."
Harry looked at her, and Hermione could see he wasn't going to listen.
Not that she wanted him to. Not really.
Harry grabbed her hips, and with a single thrust, filled Hermione completely.
Hermione almost blacked out for a second.
When she regained her composure, Hermione eagerly began bouncing her arse against Harry's pelvis, matching him stroke for stroke as they fucked. The slap of skin on the skin filled the air. Harry gave her arse a good smack every now and then as he fucked her, which drove Hermione wild. She began screaming Harry's name as he plowed her. Reaching down, Harry grabbed a double handful of Hermione's breasts, pinching her nipples, and making her moan loudly.
Harry didn't know how long he fucked her on that magical bed, and he didn't really care. His balls were boiling, and his orgasm closing in fast. Pulling Hermione with him, Harry lay on the bed, Hermione sitting squarely on his lap, his cock still deep inside her. She looked down at him, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed. She placed her hand on his chest, teasing smirk back in place.
"Ready for the grand finale?"
Harry put his hand on Hermione's, locking eyes with her. His other hand, meanwhile, gave Hermione's ass a sharp smack. Yelping slightly, then grinning evilly, Hermione began bouncing on Harry's cock, her breasts bouncing faster and faster as she began riding him harder and harder. Harry gripped her ass with both hands and slammed her down on his cock. Hermione leaned forward, burying Harry's face with her breasts, Harry found a nipple and sucked, hard.
With a cry, Hermione began to cum, shaking and moaning on top of Harry. It was all too much for Harry, so he joined her in her orgasm, filling her with his cum. Harry gave a couple of extra thrusts before letting go of her ass. Hermione, utterly spent, collapsed onto Harry's chest.
Together, the two friends drifted off into sweet sleep, their urges finally sated.
