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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 13 (Harry Potter)
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As expected, meeting with Hermione had indeed quickly turned towards sex. As Harry sits on the edge of the brunette’s bed, he finds himself looking down at her as the muggleborn smiles up at him, already bobbing up and down on his cock, having extracted it from his pants in record time. As she slurps and sucks at his member, Hermione also runs one of her hands up and down the latter half of his shaft, while the other fondles his balls.
Groaning, Harry does his best to focus on the task at hand. It’s not all that easy, not with such a beautiful young witch giving him world-class fellatio. Hermione was as eager and enthusiastic as ever, that was for sure. Not that Harry would trade it for the world.
“So, ah… how have things been for you recently, Hermione?”
Still, as her mentor, he has a duty to keep an eye out for her. Daphne’s warning still rings clearly in his head, even if he feels somewhat bad about how he’d initially taken her words. Hermione blinks as she looks up at him, before furrowing her brow as if asking him if he really wants her to try to talk with her mouthful. When Harry raises an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for an answer and not backing down, the brunette bookworm rolls her eyes and pulls back off of his cock with a pop.
She very quickly shucks off her robes to reveal she’s not wearing a top under them, and happily wraps her substantial tits around his cock instead, giving him a titjob, even as she looks at him curiously.
“Things have been fine, Harry. Why do you ask?”
Frowning, Harry considers how best to approach the problem at hand. All the while, Hermione continues to slide her tits up and down his cock, seeming to quite enjoy doing so, if her soft panting moans are any indication. In the end, Harry decides to be as blunt as he’s always been with the young muggleborn woman. No point in beating around the bush NOW.
“Do you remember what I told you, about people who might seek to use you?”
Hermione nods slowly at that, even as she drools a bit into her cleavage on purpose to provide more slickness for the passage of his cock betwixt her breasts.
“I remember. We started this mentorship to protect me from those people, did we not?”
Harry inclines his head in agreement, smiling slightly.
“Indeed, we did. That said, mentorship can only do so much. I can protect you from those who would try to use you for their own gains… but in doing so, I leave them with little recourse but to try and hurt you instead.”
Frowning, Hermione cocks her head to the side.
“What are you saying, Harry?”
Sighing, Harry looks out over Hermione’s head for a moment, before gazing back down into her eyes.
“I’m saying I’ve been warned by a friend that you’re making waves and stirring up the pot, Hermione. You’re a brilliant witch, genius even… and you’re showing up all the Purebloods. I’m warning you, because I’ve been told that they might come after you.”
Pulling back entirely, Hermione just kneels there, staring at him, her panting dying down as her frown increases in intensity.
“… Are you saying that I need to… dumb it down, or something? Should I hold back and stop showing my true intelligence just because some Purebloods are getting pissy?”
In that moment, Harry can suddenly see how Daphne must have felt when he wasn’t listening to her. In the interest of NOT making a complete ass of himself again, the young man holds up a hand and shakes his head sharply.
“No, Hermione. In no way am I saying that. I apologize, I’m not being clear enough. I’m not telling you to stop being your best, or to dumb it down… I’m warning you that you’re making enemies. I want us to deal with them together, but I also want you to know to watch your back.”
Hermione processes what he’s saying for a few moments, slowly nodding… then, she smiles brightly and goes right back to titty-fucking her breasts on his cock, cocking an eyebrow at him as she grins.
“Is that all? Was that so hard, Harry?”
Letting out an exasperated laugh, Harry leans back slightly on the bed, running a hand down his face.
“I suppose it wasn’t… jeez. Sometimes I just don’t know how to handle you witches…”
“Oh? And have you been having fun with other witches without me, Heir Potter?”
Harry grins, noting the teasing tone of Hermione’s voice and the absence of any jealousy. She leans down and takes the head of his cock in between her lips once more, continuing to bounce her breasts up and down the rest of his shaft, even as she suckles at his bell end and stares up at him with those beautiful dark brown eyes of hers.
“… I’ve certainly been enjoying myself. As I’m sure you’ve been as well.”
He’s under no illusions. Hermione is a promiscuous young woman; she WAS a promiscuous young woman even before coming to Hogwarts. The brunette bookworm was the poster-child for the old adage that the quiet ones truly were the kinkiest. As smart as she was, as much as she loved having a good book in her hands, Hermione also very clearly loved having a cock in her mouth or cunt as well.
Eyes twinkling mischievously, Hermione pulls back off of his cockhead again with a pop, nodding in agreement.
“Indeed, I have~ After all, you’re so busy so much of the time. A girl has needs, Harry.”
Harry just chuckles and reaches out finally, grabbing Hermione by the hair and dragging her up somewhat roughly from her knees. The muggleborn witch yelps a little, squealing as well, but her tone is delighted, even as he pins her face down on the bed, pulling her robes the rest of the way off of her to reveal her nubile, naked form hidden underneath.
“Going full commando beneath your robes, Hermione? Such a slutty little witch… what would the Professors say if they knew, hm?”
Hermione moans as he casually gropes her ass while speaking. Then she yelps, as he rears back a hand and gives her delectable little derriere a nice smack. He quickly goes back to massaging that very same butt cheek, leaving Hermione to groan appreciatively, right up until he pulls back yet again and spanks the other cheek.
For a time, this is all Harry does, holding Hermione down prone on the bed and spanking his mentee’s beautiful perky posterior to his heart’s content. She gets oh so wet from him doing it, quite enjoying the light punishment. He stops before her cheeks can even become red, her ass little more than pink as he finally mounts her, kneeling on either side of her body and bringing his cock up to hot dog Hermione’s butt cheeks.
“Oooh, Harry~ Stop teasing me and just do it already, you noble bastard… c’mon, stick it in!”
Harry laughs. She’s so very eager… but then to be fair, after all of the foreplay, he’s pretty ready to blow as well. His cock throbs and pulses with need at this point. So, in the end, Harry really isn’t all that opposed to giving in to Hermione’s demands. Sliding his cock back, the young wizard fits the head of his sizable member into Hermione’s gushing wet lower lips and then thrusts forward, spearing the muggleborn on his length.
Hermione gasps and then moans loudly and lewdly, shuddering beneath him even as Harry immediately sets about prone-boning her right there on the bed. His hands come down onto her ass and he gropes and squeezes her delectable derriere to his heart’s content, even as he fucks her cunt slowly and steadily at first, before quickly moving on to fucking her faster and harder by the moment.
“Yesss, give it to me. Give me that big, fat cock…”
Grinning, Harry leans over Hermione at that, bringing his hands up and sliding one around to the front of her neck, grasping at her throat. He lifts the top half of her body off the bed a little bit and uses his other hand to grab and squeeze at one of her tits, kneading the soft malleable breast flesh and pinching and flicking at the nipple interchangeably.
“Big and fat, am I? Bigger then those others you’ve been turning to when I’ve been too busy, hm?”
“Yes~ So much bigger. Mm, the biggest!”
Harry just snickers at Hermione’s lust drunk tone as he fucks into her with a steadily increasing pace. Whether she’s telling the truth or not, he actually can’t say for certain. It’s entirely possible she isn’t, entirely possible that she’s just saying it… but even if that is the case, Harry certainly doesn’t mind all that much. It’s in the throes of passion and hearing her praise him only spurs him on further, only influences him to fuck her harder.
Clapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust, burying his face in her hair and kissing her from behind even as he holds her by the neck and gropes her chest with his hands, Harry grunts and groans, his cock throbbing and pulsating deep inside of Hermione’s clenching quim. For her part, the muggleborn witch is moaning up a storm, until finally she cries out loudly, orgasming around his cock. After that initial climax, her releases come more swiftly by the moment, the brunette bookworm cumming again and again along his length.
Her inner walls clench at his member, her pussy juices flowing down over his cock. His girth is squeezed tightly by Hermione’s insides, and as his balls churn, Harry can tell he’s getting closer by the second. With a low growl, followed by a triumphant roar, the young man thrusts forward and fills Hermione with his seed, pumping a nice thick load right into her. Hermione cries out in response, their voices joining together and intertwining even as their bodies are joined in ecstasy in that moment.
As Harry finishes, he pulls out of Hermione and flops onto his back beside her, panting lightly even as Hermione shudders briefly on her front before slowly coming back to herself and turning over onto her side, facing him. She nuzzles into his chest and Harry quickly wraps his arm around her, pulling her in close. As they cuddle together, both fully intending to share Hermione’s bed for the night, Harry finds sleep slowly overcoming him. It had been a long day, hadn’t it?
Still, right before he falls asleep, Harry remembers one last thing he’s supposed to tell Hermione. Turning to her with a sleepy smile, he reaches out and caresses her face.
“Draco Malfoy, ‘Mione… that’s who you need to watch out for, ‘kay?”
Looking back up at him with a similar sleepy look, Hermione just nods into his chest.
“Okay…”
And then, they sleep.
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He hadn’t done enough. That’s the thought that runs through Harry’s head, as he walks at a clipped pace towards the Hospital Wing. This was at least partially his fault, in the end. He should have done more to address the threat to Hermione. He should have been more proactive.
“Your mentee has been attacked, Mister Potter. She’s in the Hospital Wing.”
Gritting his teeth at the memory, Harry puts just a bit more speed into his step, not quite full-blown sprinting, as he finally arrives at the Hospital Wing. Pushing through the large double doors, Harry’s green eyes flicker across the room until they finally land on Hermione. As soon as he locks eyes on her, Harry makes a beeline for the brunette, coming to a stop only once he’s at her side.
“Hermione…”
She looks at him with reproach and Harry finds himself biting back his words. Scowling, Hermione lifts her wand into the air and writes out a glowing magical message in big capital letters.
NOT YOUR FAULT!
That doesn’t stop him from feeling like it is, especially as he stares at the bandages encircling Hermione’s throat. She’s been silenced quite physically… but at least she’s still alive.
“I should have done something more, I should have-!”
Once again, Hermione jabs her wand angrily at the air and writes another glowing message.
NO! I HAVE TO FIGHT MY OWN BATTLES!
Harry’s mouth snaps shut at that, turning into an ugly grimace. He doesn’t say that the whole point of taking her on as a mentee was so she wouldn’t have to fight her own battles. He’s pretty confident he knows how Hermione would take that. Even still…
“Ah, Mister Potter. I was told you would be coming.”
Whirling about, Harry finds himself staring at the implacable visage of the School Nurse, Madam Pomphrey. A low growl erupts in his throat, though the older witch just raises an eyebrow, not intimidated in the least.
“Who did this?”
He’s expecting an obfuscation of some sort, expecting a vague non-answer. Thus, he’s surprised when Madam Pomphrey gives it to him straight.
“Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle were caught red handed, Mr. Potter. Ms. Granger here managed to dispatch both boys quite handily, though not before taking serious injury herself. The Aurors have already been by and both young men are in holding cells, I imagine, even as we speak. For the moment, they are out of your reach.”
At hearing that, Harry can’t help but look over at Hermione, his heart bursting with pride. She gives him something of a wan smile and writes something new in the air.
YOUR WARNING HELPED.
Harry’s own proud smile dies before it’s even fully formed at those words, as he processes them correctly. His warning… his warning helped, because Crabbe and Goyle were Draco’s stooges and the entire school knew that. So, by warning Hermione that she’d inadvertently made an enemy out of Malfoy by being better than him, he’d warned Hermione to be weary of Draco’s lackeys as well.
SAVED MY LIFE.
Hermione gives him a meaningful look at those words, as if able to see right through him, and able to tell that he was still feeling guilty. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Harry slowly nods… and then grabs a chair and sits down. As he does so, he directs a look towards the School Nurse.
“I’ll be staying at my mentee’s side for the time being, of course.”
Sniffing delicately, Madam Pomphrey merely nods.
“But of course. Though, if you do anything to exacerbate her condition before she can fully heal, I WILL exercise my right to have you removed from the Hospital Wing, Mister Potter.”
What did she think he was going to do? Fuck Hermione while she had a throat injury? Regardless, Harry just gives a clipped nod. Madam Pomphrey hums and then turns and walks away, leaving him and Hermione alone. When Harry looks back to the muggleborn witch however, it’s to find Hermione has fallen asleep, more than likely exhausted even from that short interaction.
Even if his warning had saved Hermione’s life, his inaction was what had put her in this Hospital Bed. Daphne had TOLD him the danger was real, and by not doing anything about it himself, he had given Draco Malfoy room to act through his lackeys.
And yet… and yet Hermione had been very clear. She preferred to fight her own battles. She wasn’t some damsel in distress, or at least that wasn’t how she wanted to be seen. Staring down at her now, so small in the hospital bed, clearly, she did need his help, even if she didn’t want it. He should act… right?
What was he supposed to do now? Did he let Hermione fight her own battles and possibly die for it… or did he cut straight to the source?
Comments
Teraseneste
I also wonder about the third option. I could easily see this Harry deciding to plan out a retaliatory strike with Hermione right there in the hospital wing the next time she wakes up. Maybe even finding a way to have it pulled off while he and Hermione are in the hospital wing and have alibis.
Drakeulous
What about a third option where we fight by her side.
