The desk

BY : Pacito
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione
Dragon prints: 25388
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

Disclaimer, I don't earn nothing it's all JKR's 

This story is based of my school days when I was 15 and the girl, Ann was 14. The first chapters are more or less true, without the magic, although stroking a girls legs and getting my hand up her skirt in the school library was magic for me.


3rd year History class

Harry and Hermione entered the classroom. Ron was in one of his jealous moods and was sitting with Nevil sulking. Harry and Hermione sat together at a desk at the back of the class, something that was happening more often with their other friend being a jealous dick all of the time. The auditorium that housed the History class was typically Hogwarts, the room was laid out almost like a theater with the desks arraigned in steps and the desk that they sat at was in the corner top corner of the auditorium allowing them to see over almost all the class room.

The class was quiet as usual, the only sounds where the steady hum of people sleeping and Binn's droning on about Goblins. Hermione was the only one who would normally keep notes and was surprised to find Harry, still awake!!! and with his head in a book!!!

After about half an hour he started to slowly press his leg against her thigh.

As he held his thigh against her he started to move his leg, gently stroking it against her's.

Hermione glanced at him wondering what he was doing as he just continued brushing his leg against her's. She moved away a bit, glancing again towards him.

After about half an hour of just gently moving his leg against her he placed his hand on top of his thigh slowly moving it it so that his little finger was between his leg and her's. He  moved his other hand to rearrange his growing erection, touching Hermione felt so sexy. He had read in Seamus's book how girls like sex too. He had decided to find out if it was true as soon as he could.

He placed his hand on to his knee and with one finger slowly started to stroke her leg below the hem of her skirt.

Hermione reached down with her hand and taking his, moved it back onto his thigh, her forearm lightly brushing his erection as she placed his hand where she thought it belonged .

Harry felt her arm brush against his growing erection causing it to twitch against her as she withdrew her hand.

She pulled her hand away from him quickly, realizing what she had done had her blushing furiously.

Harry moved his hand back onto his knee, he opened his fingers so that he gently brushed the side of her knee just below the hem of her skirt.

She glanced at him yet again. She didn't want to risk pushing his away in case she touched his thing again.

Harry just moved his little finger slowly brushing against her leg.

Hermione didn't know what to do. Harry was stroking her knee with his finger. She moved away from him a bit but he just moved along the bench seat closer to her again and continued to stroke her thigh. She knocked her leg against his hand to get him to stop. She turned her head and as she caught his eye and mouthed "Stop that!!" and was quite shocked when he just squeezed her knee and slowly winked at her.

Harry could feel his growing hardon and removed his hand and placed it back upon his leg, grasping and moving his erection pushing it into the baggy leg of his pants making a tent.

Hermione placed her left hand on top of her thigh, only to have Harry take it in his and move it out of the way. He then placed his hand on his knee and slowly pushed his fingers down between his leg and hers and started to move it back and forwards slightly.

Hermione felt his hand stroking against the outside of her knee. The touch against her leg felt strange, a bit naughty but with a touch of fear. She felt reasonably safe in the classroom as he couldn't do too much to her in a room full of people.

Harry continue to move his hand, stroking her leg with the back of his fingers.

Hermione was starting to feel strange. Harry touching her, stroking her thigh in the middle of a charms class was so naughty, they could get caught, the thought giving her butterflies.

Harry moved his hand back down to her knee placing his hand so that his fingers rested between her knees and slowly started to move it upwards.

She was shocked at his audacity. She reached down to take his hand in hers and move it back where it belonged. She grasped it and tried to push it off her leg.

Harry resisted her trying to move his hand, waiting until she was pushing as hard as she could and then he relaxed suddenly causing her to push it further than she had expected, as she pushed his hand back onto his leg, her hand brushed over his growing erection and Harry placed his other hand on top of hers forcing her hand to stroke against his dick as she pulled it away.

Hermione pulled her hand away from touching his thing but despite her efforts to not touch his thing his hand pushed her's downwards as he ran her hand along the full length of his dick, as he let it go he looked towards her and then down towards his book and asked her "Will you give me a hand with this problem?"

Hermione blushed bright red at his double entendre, saying "I expect that you can deal with it yourself." and turned back to her books.

Harry placed his hand back onto her knee. She wanted to move it but was worried that he would do the same thing as last time he had made her hand rub against his thing, so she left it where it was for the time being, it didn't feel too bad, and she was starting to almost like the sexy thrill  she was feeling.

Harry started to slowly stroke her knee. Hermione crossed her legs to move it from under his hand only realizing at the last moment that in doing so she had exposed the underneath of her thigh to his touch.

Harry wasted no time in placing his hand under her leg, reaching almost half way up her thigh. Hermione uncrossed her legs to stop him only managing to catch his hand between her thigh and the bench. "Stop it, I mean it!" she mouthed at him again. He just did the same as last time, a wink and a smile leaving his hand pushed under her thigh. She felt his hand trapped beneath her leg and thought that at least he couldn't move it much, that it was better than him putting it between her knees and trying to move it further up between her thighs.

Harry could only move his fingers a bit but he was half way to paradise so he just left his hand under her leg for a minute or so without moving it. He could feel her start to relax as he just let his hand relax underneath her thigh. After a while he started to move his fingers very slowly, stoking her gently.

Hermione pressed down to restrict his movements trying not to draw attention from the rest of the class or the professor. She thought of pulling his hand from under her leg but it was at least trapped there and wasn't sure if he would stop touching her or not if she removed it. Her fears were realized when he pulled his hand from under her legs and immediately pushed it between them and slid it half way up between her thighs. She reached without thinking pushing both hands between her legs to push him away. She took his hand and tried to pull it from between her legs and push it away from her.

Harry caught her hand in his and pulled it towards his leg again, pushing it against his cock and holding it there. Hermione could feel his thing pressed against her hand and thinking it might deter him grasped it her hand squeezing it as hard as she could only to find that it felt as hard as a rock. She pulled away as fast as she could, the feeling shock and a strange feeling as her hand had squeezed his thing, wondering how it feel so soft and so hard at the same time.

The end of class ball went off. Harry looked at her and said quietly. "thank you Hermione for giving me a hand"

The next time Harry sat with Hermione was again in History of Magic

Hermione arrived at the classroom early as was her fashion. She had thought long and hard about what had happened last week. She had thought of sitting with one of the girls in the class, Ron was still sulking about some imagined slight to him. In the end she sat at the same desk as last week. Harry was her best friend, always there for her. She herself was 14, and like all children of that age could feel the changes happening to herself. She could understand why he wanted touch her legs and knew that she just needed to tell him not to touch her like that and he wouldn't..

He came in and sat next to her. After about 15 minutes she felt his fingers touching the outside of her leg like last time. She wondered if he would try to do the same only to discover that the thought of him doing it again made her quite scared even in a class full of people. Most of whom were sleeping and the professor was a ghost. Last time he was able to push his hand half way up her legs and he had pushed her hand against his thing. Remembering how hard it felt against her hand made her blush as a thrill of fear and anticipation passed through her when she imagined what he might try to do to her today.

As she sat down next to him he moved his hand directly on top of her knee, Hermione pressed her legs tighter together waiting for him to try and push his fingers between them assuming that he would try and do the same as last time. She elbowed him and hissed at him "Harry, stop touching my legs. Leave me alone"

She saw his face change, a look of rejection on his face made her gasp. "Oh Harry, she almost sobbed. She could never let him feel that bad. She looked at him and smiled to let him know that she wasn't really angry.

Harry left his hand on her knee gently stroking it with his fingertips. He had felt her jump as he touched her and now waited for her to relax as became accustomed to his light touch and after a few minutes did feel her start to relax.

As she sat, his hand on her thigh, Hermione still had her legs pressed together waiting for him to try and push his fingers between them or make her touch his thing. The thoughts both frightening her and making her feel a bit sexy.

Hermione wondered what he was doing, the last time he had forced his hand between her legs and then he had pulled her hand until it was touching his thing but all he was doing now was resting his hand on her knee, lightly stroking it with his fingertips. She was confused at his actions, thinking that maybe he didn't want to touch her "there" anymore.

Harry sat stroking her knee until the end of class and then with a slow squeeze he whispered "Maybe next time." and rose from the bench books in hand and left the class room.

Hermione sat watching him leave, her knee tingling and still feeling his soft touch. She thought that it hadn't been that bad this time, just a light touch on her knee, a gentle caress. She felt better than last time when she had felt really uncomfortable, this time it had felt 'almost nice'.

Harry made a habit of sitting next to Hermione for the next few classes, each time placing his hand on her knee and just stroking her with the tips of his fingers, feeling her relax more each time and just saying at the end of each class. "Maybe next time."

After a couple of classed where he had only stroked her knee Hermione was starting to look forward to Harry's attentions, the feeling of his hand no longer scaring her like the first time but oddly comforting and a bit sexy. She had no experience of male contact, at 13 years old she still felt a bit like a child, She was developing into a woman, she was developing physically, She had started to grow pubic hair and her breasts were becoming more obvious each day she examined them but she still felt like a little girl and like all young girls she wanted to feel grown up. Harry touching her knee made her feel strange in a nice way and since the first time he hadn't tried to go further. Hadn't tried to put his hands further up her legs or tried to make her touch his thing.

The next time Harry managed to sit next to Hermione was in charms. He sat as usual and placed his hand on her knee. Hermione was now getting used to this and didn't flinch or move as he touched her, his hand resting on her leg, not moving.

Harry kept his hand still, resting on her leg but not moving a muscle. He waited to see how she would react. She could feel his hand on her leg and wondered why he wasn't stroking her knee like usual, his hand still not moving. She was waiting for him to begin stroking her and as the class progressed she started wondering why he wasn't doing it like he had been in the last few classes. As the class came to a close and as he removed his hand she glanced at him to see him looking at her. "Maybe next time Hermione." he whispered watching her blush as she wondered. What did he mean when he said that. maybe what?

In the next few classes Harry sat next to her but didn't touch her at all, keeping his hands on his lap or on the desk top.

Hermione wondered each time he sat next to her what he was going do, was he going to touch her, would he stroke her leg or push his hand between her thighs and when he did nothing she felt off balance. Didn't he like her anymore?. He had started by putting his hand between her legs and pressing her hand on his thing. Each time they sat together he did less to her making her wonder why?. She thought back about when he had taken her hand and held it against his thing made her feel scared but so sexy too. Touching him "there ." made her feel ashamed but as time passed she forgot the scary parts and now she felt more ashamed at the realization that she enjoyed the thought and wanted him to do something to her, feel her knees or her legs, touch her.

She was sitting in History of magic, at the back of the class when Harry came in and sat next to her. "Hi Hermione." he said as he sat on the bench next to her. She gave him a nervous smile as he sat close to her and then felt his his hand on her knee. She was relieved to feel his hand back on her legs touching her, she had started to miss the feeling of the first few classes.

As the class progressed he began to stroke her knee like he had been doing a few classes ago. 

Hermione almost sighed out loud as she felt his hand on her knee. After about 10 minutes he took his hand away and put it on his thigh. He could see how she was looking down at her classwork but glancing sideways towards him. He left his hand on his own leg until half way through the class.

He glanced at her and wrote a small note "Yes?" it said. He looked her in the eye, pointed to the note and nodded to her.

Hermione saw his nod as glanced at the note. She wasn't Totally sure what her meant but nodded and was relieved to feel his hand back on her knee.

he moved his hand to her leg and placed it so that his fingers where resting between her knees feeling her jump a bit as he touched her.

Hermione felt him put his hand on her leg but this time his fingers rested between her knees. She pressed her legs together. One part of her wanted to push him away but she had started to enjoy his gentle stroking and as his hand started to stroke her knees lightly she realized that she enjoyed the feeling, it was only her knees he was stroking so it didn't count as sexy touching in her mind. She had started to let herself relax a bit and his fingers pushed between her knees. This was more than on her knee, this was between them and she wasn't sure if it was what she wanted.

When he just left his hand on her leg, his fingers lightly resting between her knees; she began to relax a bit more, pressing less on his fingers, letting herself enjoy the feeling, feeling a bit naughty letting a boy put his hand between her knees like that but what could he really do in a classroom full of students? and that first time, he hadn't done anything bad.

She knew from listening to Lavender and Parvati to realize that he would probably like to slide his hand further up between her thighs until he reached her knickers. The thought of him doing that made her shiver with a mixture of fright and expectation.

Harry continued with his hands between her knees noticing that she was not trapping his hand as much as she had done previously and that he could move it a bit to stroke her legs. He gave her leg a quick squeeze and glanced at her to catch her eye, squeezing her knee again he gave her a quick wink watching her blush.

Hermione felt him squeezing her knee and looked towards him to see him wink at her as he squeezed her again. She felt herself blush. It was one thing for him to touch her when she could pretend she was oblivious to it and another for him to make her acknowledge that she could feel his hand on her leg and that she was leaving it where it was. She looked back at her books and carried on copying the blackboard, while his fingers traced small circles on the top of her knee.

He squeezed her leg again to attract her attention and pushed a small piece of parchment towards her. Hermione looked as it, reading it she blushed again, "Good?" it said.

Hermione just looked to her work without responding. She kept running it through her mind "Good?" She had to admit it, yes it was, she enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her legs.

Receiving no reply Harry pulled his hand from between her knees and placed in on his leg.

Hermione felt him pull his hand away and felt the loss of his touch but didn't know what to do, she liked it, she had gotten used to feeling his hand on her knee and liked the way it made her feel naughty, a bit sexy and still a bit scared of what he could try to do to her. She carried on with her work but couldn't stop wondering if he would do it again and if she was true to herself wanting him to put his hand back on her leg. Yes, she did like it, she liked it a lot, the realization making her blush.

Harry noticed the blush. He had been waiting for it and pushed the parchment towards her again. She looked down at it blushing nervously, keeping her head down until the blush passed, not wanting him to see it.

Harry put his hand between his and her thighs, very lightly running the tips of his fingers from half way down the outside of her leg to her knee and back a few times. He could feel her relaxing, her blush faded. She took some notes for her school work. He continued to stroke down the outside of her leg. He pushed another bit of parchment towards her, it just said "Knee?".

As she read the parchment she felt another blush come over her face, she wanted to nod but couldn't do it. Harry pushed the parchment further towards her. Her face red she nodded and carried on writing as if nothing had happened until she felt him pushing between her knees, automatically closing her legs on his fingers. He flexed his hand between her legs making them open a bit, relaxing it to feel her legs close but not as hard as before. He began to move his hands, stroking her knees, running his hand along the outside of her thigh and back to her knees until the end of class making Hermione feel more sexy as this was stroking, up and down her leg. She was surprised to realize just how much she enjoyed it. As was usual he made no comment as he collected his books and left for lunch.


I'll written a book, slow burn but not with the Hoggy world. On amazon books under the  name of Richard Saunders it's called; Sue, a tale of slow sex. It's a true ongoing story about a woman I know. I will be writing more true stories soon. Check it out if you want, It's a free book at the moment but the more I earn gives me more time to write Potter smut on this site.

I intend to upload some of my stories with the names and ages changed to Amazon books to see if I can earn a couple of euros, I live in Spain. I will leave details of them here so you can have a look.

Thanks for the reviews, let me know what you want. I'm working on a Ginny book, a dirty Ginny who wants to feeeel it!!!!

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