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Second Chapter: Night of Thoughts

Reading time: ~60 minutes

Harry helped Hermione make his bed and when they were finally done he turned to his suitcase to stow it away to save space. Hermione, however, had grabbed a soft pillow and was throwing it at him as he was bent over his trunk. Confused, he picked up the pillow, which had come to a skidded halt on the floor a few meters near him, got up in an upright position and then sent it back to Hermione, grinning. But she had already taken a second pillow and bombarded him with it. Before one knew it, there was a wild pillow fight going on.
The covered headrests were constantly flying from one side of the room to the other and it did not take long before white feathers swirled through the air in addition to the pillows. The argument with Ron was soon forgotten and they enjoyed the fun such an opportunity gave them. Laughing, they tossed the padded squares at each other again and again until they finally, panting exhausted and with disheveled hair, hopped on the bed and lay there.
For a long time, nobody said a word. Then Harry broke the silence. “That was a whole lot of fun,“ he said happily.
“I think so too,“ Hermione replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Harry’s face turned a delicate pink and he turned to her, startled. Hermione acted as if nothing had happened and pretended not to notice Harry’s complexion. Butterflies began to fly around in his stomach, and he hoped that did not make him act extremely stupid.
“Well then,” she said after a while, “I think I’m going over into my room now and unpack my things.
You should do that too. That wardrobe there is all for you,” she added. “If there is anything, just come over. I’m in the room across the corridor. You’ll find it no problem. I’ll leave the door up slightly, so you can’t miss it.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s good,“ Harry nodded, his stomach still on the roller coaster.
So Hermione left the room and Harry set about unpacking his suitcase. He hung his cloak on the hook on the door and began to move his clothes into the wardrobe.
In comparison to how quickly time had passed with Hermione and their pillow fight, Harry had a feeling, it took an eternity until he had everything sorted. Finally, he admitted to himself that he enjoyed Hermione’s presence very much. He had often hoped that something deeper would arise between them, but because of his relationship with Ginny he could not risk making her believe he was cheating. Now, however, he and Ginny had apparently decided by mutual agreement to put the relationship on hold for the time being. He was quite happy about it. Now that he was living with Hermione, he realized that she meant more to him than Ginny. He was in love.
Harry heard the front door slam shut. Surely Mr. Granger had come home. I’d better go on, he urged himself, carefully buttoning his shirts. Then he hung them in the wardrobe and continued with the pants. When he finally finished, he sat on the bed for a moment. Before walking over to Hermione to give her a hand if necessary, he stepped into the kitchen and greeted Mr. Granger. His face was sunken and there were dark circles under his eyes. He seemed overworked, but when he saw Harry, a bright smile spread across his face. “Harry,” he said gently, “my wife already told me what happened. Are you all right? I’m so glad, nothing happened to you two!
So you live with us now, yes? Very nice! I hope you like it here. We’ll support you wherever we can, of course.” He kept talking and after he finally finished, Harry looked at the floor in embarrassment.
“Thank you,“ he said, “I’ll get in touch if I need anything.“ He drank another glass of water and then climbed the stairs again.
With his heart pounding, he crossed the hallway and knocked tentatively on Hermione’s door. It was ajar, as agreed, but he did not want to annoy her by suddenly bursting in.
“Come in!“ came the muffled voice and Harry pushed the door open. Hermione’s suitcase was still half full and she did not really seem to be making any progress with unpacking.
“Hey,“ Harry said, “I wanted to see if you might need a little help.“ She turned her head and smiled at him.
“That’s so sweet of you. I’m just walking in circles here, a little help definitely wouldn’t hurt. Maybe I like your company just too much as well. Do you think you can fold the blouses up there on the bed?” She asked shyly and pointed to a couple of thin tops from the suitcase.
“Sure!“ Harry replied and immediately set about sorting them. He grouped them neatly by color on the soft duvet while Hermione continued to fill the huge wardrobe.
“I never have space,“ she grumbled softly and Harry had to grin. It was obviously always the case with women. Ginny had had the same trouble.
They made good progress and in a little less than half an hour the empty suitcase was stowed under the bed. In the meantime, it had become evening. Hermione sank down on the bed and when she saw Harry still standing indecisively, she simply pulled him down to her. “Sit down,“ she offered him.
“Are you all right?“ Harry asked worriedly. “You seem a little absent since yesterday.“
“No, it’s all good. I just never expected Ron to do something like that.”
“Me neither,“ Harry admitted reluctantly. Ron was his best friend, but after this action he wondered if it was still possible to call him that. He stared at the closet door in front of him. “You know,” he said finally, “I like Ron. I still like him. But that really wasn’t necessary. You can talk about everything. I mean, we’ve been friends for so long that we should be able to solve problems like this in no time. I do not know what made him do it. Maybe he overreacted a little.” Harry sighed.
“I don’t know,” he said then, “something is off with him and I cannot shake the feeling that it has to do with me. Even if I do not fully understand what should be problematic.” Hermione did not answer. Harry looked at her as if he wanted to hear confirmation from her. Her eyes were glazed over and she was not quite involved. “That’s right, isn’t it?“ He asked slowly.
“Hmm? What? Yes. Yes, you are right...”, she answered simply. Harry was silent and thought about it. Then he heard a low purr and looked around.
I must have imagined it, he concluded, then frowned. A little later he heard it again, but this time louder and more impressive. He turned his head to Hermione. She was still absent-minded, but this time his gaze drifted down her body. Hermione had put her hand in her lap under the cloak, but... did she really?
Harry was not sure what he was seeing, but it seemed that her hand had disappeared under her clothes. On the pretext of massaging his itchy foot, he leaned forward and quickly looked around.
He could take a look at Hermione’s cloak, which was taking his breath away.
The hand that he had seen under her cloak had wandered behind her knickers and massaged her small gap there so obviously.
Hermione masturbated! In front of his eyes! As swiftly as she tried to obtain her salvation, there was no doubt about it.
Harry felt the blood rush to his head. His face turned fiery red and he quickly averted his gaze. His trousers got too tight at the sight as well. “Hermione,” he said hesitantly, “it’s getting a little late already. I should go sleeping. Until... until tomorrow then. Sleep well!“
Hermione’s gaze lost a bit of rigidity and she nodded. “It’s good,“ she muttered, “you sleep well too!“ Harry got up quickly, walked out of the room and closed the door. Shortly afterwards he heard the relieving moan as Hermione had her liberating orgasm. A low ‘Oh yeah, Harry. That was just for you’ came from the room, leaving him with a dizzy head.
After Harry had put on his pajamas in his room and was finally in bed, he stared at the ceiling with open eyes for a long time. He still could not believe what he had just seen and heard. Hermione had pleasured herself in front of his eyes, in his presence and probably in full awareness of it. Surely the rush should have come over her while he was still in her room, but in his youthful shame Harry had not thought of staying.
The moment he saw what she was doing with her delicate fingers, the uncomfortable feeling overcame him that he had done something completely wrong and was again up in things that were none of his business.
However, judging by the fact that she had her legs spread wider than necessary, it crept into him that Hermione wanted him to see how hot she was. She had even risked being caught and spoken to about it and approved of getting into an embarrassing situation. Still, she had not stopped. Did she know that he had been listening at her door for a moment? Definitely, he thought. Otherwise she would hardly have spoken to me directly.
At the thought that Hermione was – he believed – jacking off over him, he was getting a boner again. But she was actually a pretty young lady who did not need to hide her appealing charms. Harry thought of what he liked most about her and decided in favor of her curly hair. By this means he could give the impression that he was not only looking at her breasts, although they were of course also wonderful to look at and always attracted his gaze like a magnet.
Harry sighed heavily. It was so easy to discompose him. Ginny had shown him what it meant to be loved, but he was never very good at it himself. After all, he was still a virgin and had not slept with a girl, even if he’d like to try it out. Maybe he could persuade Hermione... No, she certainly would not want to guide him.
Was he just too shy? Shouldn’t he say it straight out? Just to see her reaction? Then, in retrospect, he could still feel terribly stupid about the action. I’m sure I’m afraid of screwing it up, he told himself. But Hermione had kissed him again and again and made him very embarrassed. “I’ll try it tomorrow and confess my love to her,“ he decided quietly, while his thoughts kept fluttering around Hermione, and the butterflies in his stomach making it unbearable to sleep.
In the meantime, he had put up a tent under the blanket and if he could not rest, he’d have to take it down again. Well, he thought embarrassed, there is probably no other solution. Slowly he slipped his hand into his pajama pants and felt the tent mast. Harry closed his eyes for a moment. He had never jerked off before and did not even know how it worked, but with Hermione, who was smiling happily at him in front of his inner eye, it was impossible to delay his first time any longer.
Finally he opened his eyes, pulled the foreskin back and then let it slide over the glans again. After a few times he increased the speed a little. Yes, I think that’s how you do it, he stated with satisfaction, moving his hand up and down again and again. He felt his glans getting thicker and thicker and enjoyed it so much that he had to moan softly. Harry was undoubtedly aroused, and following an inspiration, massaging himself faster and faster as he slowly began to sweat. Shortly before the finale, as if he knew that he would soon be discharged, he stopped abruptly. It was too good to get relief now. He let his lust subside a little and then started again.
But now he closed his eyes and immediately Hermione reappeared. She was tanned and had a bright smile on her face. She looks gorgeous, Harry had to admit. Hermione was sitting a little bent forward across from Harry at a table which he realized had to be standing outside a restaurant. The top buttons of her delicate lime green blouse were undone and she flashed an unusually large amount of flesh for a young lady, almost as if she wanted to draw his eyes to something special. Harry caught a glimpse of her appealing cleavage and was amazed when he saw how blousy it was. He had not even noticed earlier that his new flame was hiding such ample charms and he became dizzy when he realized his excessive ignorance and incomprehensible narrow-mindedness. Hermione’s brown eyes glittered brilliantly in the fading light of dusk and they both talked in low voices, but unfortunately Harry could not understand the topic. He would have been very interested to know what they were talking about. He would have liked to discourse with her like this in reality.
With his eyes tightly closed, Harry increased his lust by admiring Hermione’s likeness and tinkering his penis again. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. Hermione looked very happy in his mind sitting in the restaurant with him. Perhaps he should take her out for dinner, it was her birthday soon after all and she was turning nineteen. Immediately he thought about where they could go and whether he knew a pleasant establishment nearby that would meet his needs. Unfortunately, his stay with the Dursleys had prevented him from going out many times, and so he could not find an answer to his question. Plus, Hermione lived in a completely different part of the country, so restaurants in that area would certainly not have been mentioned by the Dursleys.
Instead, Harry chose to sit down with Hermione’s parents in the next few days to ask them for any input. It was going to be a nice day for her and he had to grin at the thought. This idea was the best he’d had lately, and he was definitely going to make Hermione like it.
Then he saw the Hermione from the dream again and focused on the more important things. When he climaxed this time, he let it happen without resistance and let out his unbridled lust between clenched teeth so that no one would hear him. It got wet in his pajama bottoms, but Harry did not care much.
For the first time in his life he had voluntarily and consciously received his own salvation and the best thing was that he got off to Hermione, an incredibly attractive young lady, from whom he could hardly take off his eyes since the beginning of their friendship. His member twitched and Harry finally took his hand away. He still could not believe that this was his first time. There were such wonderful feelings pouring through his body that he wondered a little angrily why he had not started earlier. Was it because of Hermione that he felt such passion?

“Good morning,“ someone whispered lovingly, brushing the hair off his forehead. It was disheveled as always and reluctantly moved back into its original position. “Can’t your hair even stay there?“ Hermione muttered forcefully. Harry felt her pleasantly warm breath on his skin. Her seductively smelling, still slightly damp hair tickled his face playfully while she stood next to the bed and bent over him. Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione’s face very close above his. Her mouth twisted into a grin and Harry had to smile too. He let his gaze wander down on her. Hermione was wearing a thin light blue silk blouse, which made sure that Harry instantly was falling in love with her appearance. After half an eternity he looked into her face again.
“Did you... notice it?“ She asked with a nuance in her voice Harry could not quite identify.
“I beg your pardon?“ He asked puzzled.
“You must have noticed,“ she said more to herself than to Harry.
“I do not quite understand. Hermione, would you please tell me what you mean?” He said a little more demanding this time, but her lips only curled up while she threw back the covers. Suddenly she slipped her hand into his pajama bottoms and felt the insides with the palm of her hand. Harry wanted to protest, but Hermione dispelled all of his objections by raising the index finger of her other hand in reproach and shaking it imperiously along with her head in front of his face. “Don’t get any ideas!“ Then she beamed triumphantly, suddenly pulled his pants off his legs and turned them inside out as far as possible. Harry saw a hardened white liquid on the fabric and thought of the previous evening. Little by little his memory came back. He had…
“Oh dear!“ He exclaimed and sat bolt upright in bed in no time while the blood rushed to his head like a torrent. “Hermione, I... I can explain,“ he stammered.
“Lie down again,“ she said gently.
“I… What?“
“Lie down, I said,“ she repeated even more gently and her voice took on a lascivious undertone as she pressed him back onto the pillow with her soft hand, “and make a little room for me, please.“ Flabbergasted, he did as he was told and Hermione sat elegantly on the edge of the bed next to his legs. Before he knew what was happening, she had closed her hand around his limp tube, massaging it lightly. Immediately he came to life and jerked himself upright. Hermione’s hair fell down either side of her face, which was turned towards him. He could just see it without lifting his head. It was expressionless, but he was pretty sure she was up to something. Suddenly it disappeared from his point of view. Instead, Harry felt something warm and wet in his lumbar region and raised his head a little.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Hermione had leaned very far over him and put her mouth over his now erect staff. He stared at her head in amazement, which kept moving up and down a little every time, feeling her tickling hair on his skin. She sucked on him, ran his tongue over the tip of his glans and raised her head after a while. She looked at Harry for help. “It has been a while since I did this last time,“ she confessed. “Maybe you still remember it. So if it hurts, or something else... you just need to tell me, I’ll stop then, alright?” Harry nodded, far too overwhelmed by what was happening. He desperately tried to figure it out. Hermione sat on his bed and pampered him tenderly, now closed her hand around him again and gently moved it up and down.
By now she had made his friend completely stiff. The hard liquid from the previous day had glued the foreskin to the body and it tugged a little when Hermione completely detached it from him. Harry’s girlfriend closed her mouth around his now exposed glans to moisten it. He felt the moisture greedily seep into his body, making him feel things he had never felt before. His imagination ran wild with him again.
Of course he had dreamed of Hermione before, especially when he thought about the fact that they had come a little closer than expected at Hogwarts as well. But even if he kept thinking about it; it did not change the fact that he could not make sense of what was going on right now with the best will in the world.
Harry remembered very well what they had been doing after a Quidditch training session and Hermione’s subtle hint did the rest to make him think about it again. He could use that memory to create a Patronus with no problem, and that was saying something.

In fact, the training should take place behind closed doors. However, shortly before the start, Harry had decided to change the topics of the training so that a closed training was no longer necessary. But the news spread very slowly so that Hermione was the only spectator. As always, she was in the know about all the circumstances in the castle and had not missed a single Quidditch training of her house team. She sat far up in the stands to have everything in view and watched the training progress with interest. She always threw fits when she was supposed to fly, but she liked to watch her friends play.
Harry had asked his team to practice some evasive maneuvers. They got better every time, and he was pleased to see that they tried very hard. Everyone knew that the upcoming match would be one of the toughest of the season and no one wanted to lose it. After the preliminary training, he wanted to apply what they have learnt in a short game. To take up his post, Ron flew directly in the direction of the goal rings, but apparently without noticing Harry, who had taken up position between him and the rings at a greater height. His friend whizzed straight over to him and looked around at the other team members. The distance had already decreased to ten meters, now it were five.
“Ron!“ Ginny yelled, gesturing in front of Ron’s broom in a panic. “Watch out!“
Four.
Ron looked ahead and saw Harry a few meters in front of him. “Oh, fuck,“ he swore and yanked the broomstick back.
Three.
His speed dropped way too slowly for him to come to a stop in front of Harry. As if in slow motion, Harry saw the broom with the red-haired boy coming towards him. In his mind he was already imagining the collision. His head, it seemed, took forever to react.
Two.
Harry pushed his broom down with all his might and crouched flat on the handle. If there was a chance to escape the impact, this would be it.
One.
The Firebolt collapsed in a heap just as Ron took Harry’s former position.
“Harry!“ Hermione screeched from the stands, her heart sinking into her pants, but she could not be heard on the field. Blood rushed in Harry’s ears and he quickly looked around to see if anything had happened. Ron looked fine. His face was white, but he did not seem to have hurt himself. The Seeker looked down at his body. Everything about him was still intact as well.
“Holy crap, Harry,“ shouted Ron, looking around for his friend. “I’m sorry, I did not mean that!“
“I’m good. Nothing happened,” Harry called back. “But next time, concentrate on your direction of flight rather than ogling at the pretty ladies from your team.“
Ron turned red. “Sorry, Harry. That was really not on purpose.”
Harry raised his broom next to Ron’s. “Just kidding, Ron,“ he smirked softly so that the others could not hear it. “Everything’s alright. Don’t worry.“
“For real?“
Harry nodded soothingly. Then he turned to his team, who were frozen in their positions. “It’s okay, guys. We’re fine. Let’s start! Go, go, go!” The training took its usual course and everyone worked very hard for each other.
“I’m really happy with all of you,“ Harry said at the closing meeting. “Apart from one or the other exception.“ He gave Ron an amused look, who grinned. “Of course one can always improve something, but this way we have a good chance of winning the next few games. You are growing closer and closer together, standing in good positions and present a solid image to the outside world. I like it. Keep it up.
See you next time.”
The group slowly dispersed, only Harry stayed behind and put the balls together. Ron had again apologized profusely to him several times and asked him if everything was really alright and Harry had needed some time to calm him down eventually. Meanwhile the others had already changed their clothes and marched back to the castle, when Harry finally had all the balls together and locked the ball box. It was dawning, soon it would be completely dark.
Hermione came running on the field. She had waited especially until no one but Harry was around.
“Harry,“ she called. He turned around, puzzled, and stopped until she reached him. “For God’s sake Harry! You gave me a huge heart attack!”
Harry frowned. “I?“
“Yes, you!“ Hermione replied angrily. “Didn’t you notice that you were only centimeters away from a goal ring? You almost hit your head against it. That was more than close!”
“What? No, I…“
She interrupted him imperiously. “I can’t use any more problems with you guys. Not that close to the goal. If you do something to yourself now, how are we supposed to defeat the Dark Lord? You’ve put yourself in danger enough times for no reason. Please don’t overdo it! We still need you. I still need you.”
“You’re right,“ he relented. “But I had to dodge Ron. If I didn’t, there would have be two casualties now and we would have to give up our match. Going downwards was the quickest way. If I had gotten upwards, I would have caught Ron with my feet. I had to do something. I’m sorry I was not careful enough.”
Her voice became more moderate. “It’s okay. But I can’t take this again, you better understand that.”
He nodded. “I’m going to put the balls away now and then take a shower. If you like, we can go to the castle together afterwards. It’s getting late after all and I don’t really want you as a lady to have to go back there alone.”
“Is that how you see me?” She suddenly asked very shyly.
“What do you mean?“
“As a lady?“
“Oh, of course. I think, you are... extremely attractive. Always have been.”
Hermione smiled in flattering and blushed a little. “I’ll wait,“ she decided. “Thank you.“
“I’m hurrying up,“ he said.
“Can’t I give you a hand with something? Then you don’t have to carry so much. How about the broom?”
“Oh, that would be super kind of you, Hermione. Here.” He gave her the broom and disappeared after a quick “See you later” in the direction of the changing room, where the balls were stored in a cupboard as well.
Hermione followed him quietly at a sufficient distance. She could not help it. After all, she still wanted to know if the rumors about Harry’s physique were true. Apparently Quidditch had made him very muscular and she had to admit that she found such men very attractive. She hid outside the entrance to the boys’ changing rooms and peered inside. Harry must have stowed the balls already because he was no longer in the room. Hermione thought she heard the rush of water and decided not to pass up the chance to watch him. After all, he would shower naked. Or at least she hoped. Her heart was pounding excitedly in her chest. Harry. Naked. I’ve never seen a boy naked and now I’m supposed to have one of my best friends first.
The door to the shower rooms was ajar. She pushed it open softly, hoping it would not creak. Fortunately, her prayers were answered and she snuck inside. There were five spacious cabins. They were separated from each other by massive, white walls and curtained at the front. Behind the middle one she saw a dark shadow. No doubt Harry had to be in there. Reluctantly, she approached. Wasn’t it completely wrong to peep at her friend? Hermione quickly shook her head and dispelled her interjections. No, Harry would surely understand.
Apparently he was standing with his back facing her, because she could see his body in full width. She bit her lip painfully. That was not the Harry she knew. His stature used to be a lot slimmer and his wide cloak kept the illusion that this was still the case.
Not at all, she thought. He looks a lot sexier than I remember. He surely doesn’t mind if I join him. He must certainly be tense and he will definitely have no objection to a massage.
Noiselessly she put his broom in a corner of the room that he could not see. Then she undressed, cape, blouse and pants fell to the ground, and finally opened even her bra, which she added to the collection along with her thong. Her breasts had grown significantly in recent years and had gotten a comfortable size now. Unfortunately, no one except her had had the pleasure of looking at her gently swaying breasts let alone touching them. Hermione began to like her body more and more since puberty. She was not only an intelligent girl, but could now also convince with her physical charms. He’ll think I’m sexy, she told herself with relish. The way he always looks at me, it can’t be any different.
Hermione waited for an opportune moment to slip into the cabin. When he faced his back towards her again, she silently pushed back the curtain, far enough to be able to squeeze through, and slipped inside. As expected, she could see his wide lower back that supported his muscular body impressively.
She had to bite her lip again to keep herself from gasping. Merlin, that’s a man! I had no idea...! Hermione had made up her mind, since the end of the first year when Harry had prevented Lord Voldemort from gaining strength, to tell him that she had fallen for him. But she had always postponed it because she could not gauge Harry’s reaction. It was too late now. Ron had her wrapped around his finger.
But was is really?
She put her delicate hands on his shoulders.
Harry winced and froze in mid-movement. His hair stood up on end.
There was only one person whose touch was so gentle.
Just one person whose touch made him so dizzy.
Just one person who meant so much to him.
But that could not be. Hermione was waiting for him outside. Right? On the other hand, it could not be anyone else. Everyone had already gone back to the castle.
“Hermione?“ He whispered, silently praying to hear himself confirmed.
“Yes, Harry,“ came the shy reply, “I’m here.“
It was her.
No doubt.
Harry’s heart started beating so hard that he was worried it was going to jump out of his chest. That could not be true! He had never felt so intoxicating and terrible at the same time. Desperately he struggled for words. Harry was worried that the siren would go away again if he said something stupid now. He did not want her to go.
Out of the question!
She had to stay!
“Hermione...“ he began. It took time to figure out his answer. His mind raced. His thoughts floored it on the Autobahn at four hundred and were on the verge of a catastrophic accident. Damn what am I telling her? I could ruin everything! ‘What’s the point of this?’... no. She’ll leave when I talk to her like that. ‘What are you doing here?’ Better already, yet still not good enough. Hmm... I got it!
“What does this mean, Hermione?“
He felt her head rest on his shoulder blade, on her hand. “I had to see you,“ she purred in his ear.
“But you did... you just saw me at Quidditch.“ Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I can already hear the applause! For God’s sake! I am such a complete idiot! It’s fucking obvious that she does not mean that! Just curl up and die, that’s the only bloody right thing you can do!
“Not like that, silly.“ In addition to her usual arrogance, unmistakable eroticism stole into her voice.
“But how…? What…? Hermione, I... I’m naked,” he stuttered. He should have slapped himself for this statement! A thousand times! A million times! Of course he was naked!
You do not take a shower in your bathing suit, you fool! This is one of the prettiest women having... lost her way – can you even say that? No, Hermione is not lost. She planned it -, her language is more than clear and you cannot say anything better than ‘I’m naked.’ For God’s sake once more! Make an effort! You still ought to be able to manage a little more, even if such a charming lady is showering with you right now!
“Me too,“ came her obvious answer, which caught Harry completely off guard, however.
His mind did somersaults. Oh, by Merlin! She is naked! This gorgeous woman is naked! For heaven’s sake! I have to see it! Does she look the way I imagine it? No, definitely better! She has grown into a really lovely young lady in recent years. And now she’s standing here with me in the shower. Naked! He had to savor it slowly again. If Hermione was naked, it must be Venus keeping him company right now. There was no other explanation.
Her hands had started massaging his shoulder blades. Harry groaned comfortably and let his shoulders circle slightly as his tension gradually eased.
“You feel good,“ she said in admiration. “I did not even know you got such a hot body. You’ve hidden it well under your cloak, haven’t you?”
“Do you like it?“ She purred in agreement. Like a kitten. His kitten.
“Oh, I had no idea how much that turns me on,“ she whispered meaningfully.
He shrugged a little so as not to prevent her from doing what she did. “It’s just years of training.“
“Only? I think you are way too humble. You know, Harry, Quidditch made you very sexy,” she whispered. “At least in my view. Do not think Ron could compete with you in any way; neither in stature nor in sex appeal. You’re way ahead of him. Never even dream that I would prefer Ron over you.”
“But you two are a couple.“
“Don’t dream of it, Harry,“ she repeated emphatically, gazing piercingly at his head of hair as if that would allow her to look into his eyes. “I don’t want to hear any more.“
She remembered the minutes before bed in the girls’ bedroom. Her imagination had gone crazy every time she closed her eyes. The content of her dreams was Harry without any exception. Not Ron or any other boy she found interesting or cool, only Harry the Chosen One. Her Chosen One. Every day her fingers had independently found their way to her crevice and she had masturbated at the thought of him. Yes, as blunt as that sounds, another description does not do it justice. I have had countless orgasms because of him and it was always a relief to imagine he had given them to me. Harry has always been the man of my dreams.
She had seduced her clitoris with her thumb and at the same time pushed her index and middle finger between her labia. Hermione had to force herself to keep her mouth and her erotic rebellion in check, after all, she slept in a room with other girls who had long since come to rest. So it always took a while before she found redemption. If she had increased the speed of masturbation, the increasing wetness of her pleasure grotto would have made the quick insertion of her fingers and the clapping against her highly aroused body clearly audible. Surely it would have woken up the others and she neither wanted to get into an embarrassing situation, how she pleasured herself under the covers, nor did she want to have to explain herself. Every time she came in a wildly twitching wave, she clenched her teeth tightly and rolled her eyes overjoyed – but she routinely held back her vocal rebellion. When she finally pulled her fingers, which were dripping with pure pleasure, out of her cave and licked them devotedly, she imagined what it must be like to let Harry fuck her and make his wand squirt. She would like to find out one day. Maybe the day came earlier than expected.
Her breasts, which had grown steadily over the years, experienced an ever-greater affection during the nightly activity. When she realized how fulfilling it was to gain satisfaction from such mental images of her friend, she began massaging her coves with her other hand and playing with her crowns. The older she got, the more this activity aroused her; after all, her transformation into a woman continued to progress. Hermione enjoyed studying with Harry and Ron during the day and living out her wild fantasies about the green-eyed boy at night. Neither of her two friends had ever known Hermione Granger, the intelligent girl with bushy brown hair and warm eyes of the same color, to be that dirty. She had also been careful not to let it slip through in any conversation.
Hermione returned into the here and now. Her warm hands wandered down Harry’s arms and carried the blazing heat into his body. She felt the firm bumps on his upper arms and kneaded them a little to find out how they behaved. Harry tensed them slowly. When they were swollen to full size, Hermione gave a surprised squeak and her eyes glistened over his muscles, which were now twice the diameter. Her touch was extremely indulgent, as if she was worried, she might break something. Harry could feel how much she liked caressing his arms and look at the boy she thought she knew in a completely different light.
Her fingers slid further down to find his stomach. She rubbed devotedly over his six-pack, delighted at the hardness of his toned body. She never would have imagined that Harry, her best friend, had grown that muscular. Of course there were rumors that persisted and were especially fueled by the girls from the Gryffindor team. But Hermione was not a friend of it. She preferred to get her information firsthand and limited herself to the facts.
And the fact was that the rumors were true, rather an understatement, considering what she was just discovering.
She crossed her hands in front of his abdomen. Hermione’s body was pressed tightly against his back and Harry felt her breasts press expectantly against him. Her nipples gradually hardened and erotically touched his skin. No doubt she was aroused, and apparently her arousal was growing with every passing second.
“Mmmh, I like ripped boys like you,“ she breathed lasciviously.
“Hermione, what are you doing to me?“ He whispered weakly.
“Feel your muscles, I guess.“
“My body says something else. Especially my lower abdomen,” he replied.
“Oh...“ she muttered depressed as she understood the meaning of the words. “I’m sorry! I did not mean to embarrass you. I... I could go if that helps you.”
“No!“ He replied immediately. “Please don’t! Stay with me!“
“But if it causes you problems...“
“No, Hermione! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Really. It’s just that the sensations that are flowing through me right now are completely new to me. It feels very good. My biggest mistake would be to let you go. Please don’t. Stay here. With me. Can you do that for me?”
“I would be very happy to be able to stay with you, Harry,“ she chirped, overwhelmed, hugging his body even tighter. Meanwhile her embrace was about to break his bones, but he let her do as she liked speechlessly and was delighted that she was there.
He took hold of her hands, which were firmly on his stomach, and gently loosened their grip. She could not help his touch and watched defeatedly as he took one in each hand. His thumbs ran tenderly over the back of her hand, back and forth before he lifted them one by one to his mouth and kissed them lovingly. If she had not been held by him, she would have sunk to the ground. No one had ever cared about her so sensitively. His kisses melted her insides in a wild inferno, his touch triggered an irrepressible addiction that only he was able to satisfy.
Finally he turned to her. “You being here is the biggest compliment for me. Good to see you, Hermione. You look great!”
Her eyes twinkled covetously up to him and he allowed himself to pull her towards him. Her appearance did not even come close to his imagination. Enchanting would have been a gross understatement for her appearance, erotic would have only described her feminine charms extremely superficially and her smile made the sun rise a thousand times. She looked like she had been waiting for this very moment for years and he enjoyed having her with him.
Alone.
Without people bothering them.
His head moved closer to her. He did not know what made him do it, but suddenly his lips came to rest defenselessly on hers. They were so incredibly gentle that he instantly forgot his kiss with Cho, which he had found to be beautiful up to this point. ‘Pleasant,’ however, could not even describe the togetherness with Hermione in its basic features. He longed for her, longed for her touch, wanted to hold her and not let her go. Still, it made him feel incredibly stupid, knowing that there was more spark between her and Ron. Or so it seemed.
He pressed her against the partition demandingly and held her there while she was in his arms groaning and everything around her sank. Before she knew it, her mouth opened and Harry immediately followed suit. Their tongues nudged each other and explored each other with interest before slowly getting lost in an admirable dance, slowly, then faster and faster. Panting, she surrendered to him, the man she was supposed to love, gave him all the affection that had pent up in her for so long.
At some point Harry broke away from her and looked at her in surprise. “I didn’t know you were so rampant, Hermione.“
“Shut up, Harry. Kiss me already!” He smiled his warmest smile and merged with her again. Her hands found his hair and buried firmly in it. Hermione gathered all her strength and pressed herself lovingly against him. Harry understood and obeyed her silently, so that she crossed the cabin with him at insane speed and pinned him to the opposite wall. She pressed herself closer to him, Harry felt the heat in her loin area as she held him against the wall with no way out and kissed him passionately. Groaning, he reciprocated her feelings, his hands wandered to her pleasant butt and pulled her in close. He held her tightly as if any attempt not to do so would be fatal. Admiringly, he registered her need to please him and decided not to let go of her until she did so of her own free will.
Half an eternity later it was Hermione who withdrew from him, satisfied and happily ever after. “Heavenly“, she breathed moved and looked at him ravished.
“Divine,“ he added with a grin.
“You’re hard,“ she stated soberly. “I felt it when you pulled me in close. Do you want me to…?” Her puckered lips revealed the rest of the sentence.
“Oh, wow,“ Harry whispered. “I can hardly say no to that.“
The young woman gracefully got on her knees and raised his staff.
“I did not know your penis was that big,“ she squeaked, embarrassed. “But I can’t do anything about that now either.“ Then she opened her mouth and her tongue flicked out. She tapped the tip of his penis and enjoyed his joyous rebellion. She licked him beguilingly, showing Harry exactly how she was doing it. He watched her with interest and noticed how skillfully she used her tongue. Her devotion sent shivers through his body and he soon forgot where they were.
Her tongue movements became more emphatic and finally mined transparent, shiny pre-ejaculate. With relish she licked the drop from the tip and swallowed it. How wonderful it tastes! Almost like he held it back just for me. And his staff even! Now she closed her mouth completely around his penis and caressed his glans with tender desire.
It turned him on to let Hermione pamper him.
It turned him on that they had a secret.
It turned him on that Ron did not know about it.
Hermione sucked on his shaft like a world champion, now also using her hand to satisfy the end that she could not put into her mouth because it was too long. Harry groaned loudly. “By Merlin, Hermione!“ She glanced up at him with sparkling eyes as she continued to blow on him. “That is simply unbeatable. If you continue like this, I’m going to cum right away.”
She broke away from him for a moment. “I would hardly expect anything else,“ she said, slightly ironic. “I’ll take everything on my face so you can see how much it is and how horny I am for your juice.“ Then she closed her mouth around him again. The more she pampered him with her tongue, the harder it became for Harry to defend himself against his rising lust. When she finally closed her hand around his scrotum and massaged the contained jewels demandingly, it was almost impossible to delay his release any further.
He just managed to say, “Shit Hermione, I’m cumming!“ And Hermione had a brief second to take his erection out of her mouth before spreading his cum all over her face. Harry screamed in relief as his pumping member released the cream on her. She did not even flinch when a splash came up just above her eye and threatened to run into it, but simply wiped it off with a graceful finger and put it in her mouth. Hermione’s face was completely white. The opaque liquid ran down her cheeks and corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin onto her inviting breasts. The lady opened her mouth again and raised her head to catch the drops from her nose.
“You taste very good,“ she said when she was done. “But if we do this more often, it becomes apparent. So we have to hold back a little. Still, I think that while we’re here, we can also enjoy it to the fullest, what do you think?”
He understood the ambiguity immediately and looked at her delightedly. “I must have ended up in heaven, right?“

“Do you like it?“ Her sudden words brought him back to reality in one fell swoop. Hermione stood up for a moment and looked at him waiting.
Of course he liked it! She made him wish that he could relive last night’s dream. “Yes,” he breathed, “I like it very much. You were already able to do that amazingly well back then. I think about our togetherness a few years ago almost constantly. You know... in the shower after Quidditch practice.”
“You too? I found it very pleasant with you. You definitely saw what I did to myself yesterday and then quickly went away so I couldn’t see how much you got teased by me, right?” She asked with a honeyed and unmistakably sexy voice.
Finally, Harry understood her. “Yes,” he admitted, “I felt like I saw something completely wrong. I didn’t want to bother you any further and that’s why I left. But as I laid in bed, I realized how much it turned me on and...” he wondered if he should tell her, then decided in favor of it, “I’ve jerked off myself for the first time. Well, after you’ve done that to me a few years ago, I was worried, getting salvation on my own would feel worse. The things with you were absolutely unbeatable.”
She smiled. “I have achieved my goal then. Of course I wanted you to see it. I’ve masturbated several times already and always thought of you.”
“You have... what?!” He asked, completely speechless.
“Yes,” she replied, “I have often imagined getting you. At least since our sixth year it was a certainty for me. You know why... Ron was never really good in bed. To be honest, we never had sex. But with you... Yes, I’ve always wanted to sleep with you. I was sure that you can show me what love really feels like, when you devote yourself to the to the other completely. Well, and now that you’re here, I don’t have a hard time doing these things. I wish we could get even closer... If you know what I mean.” She winked at him happily. “I’ll clean you up down there now, then you can get up, get ready and we’ll have breakfast together, what do you think of that?“
“Sounds good,“ he confirmed in confusion and Hermione closed her mouth around his shaft again. She seemed in her element and was so good that Harry went through happiness after happiness. When he finally came in her mouth, he found it much better than the day before. His girlfriend moaned muffled at the sudden load, closed her mouth even tighter around his boner and stopped the movement. When his testicles were completely empty and the last drops landed in her damp cavity, she slowly withdrew her mouth. She held it closed and straightened up with happy bright eyes. Harry raised his head. Hermione’s eyes glared at him, her lips curled up. Then she swallowed, swallowed again, and proudly opened her mouth. “Everything’s gone,“ she breathed with the same nuance in her voice that Harry could not quite make sense of before and which he now realized with astonishment that it was an erotic accent. “Tastes very good,“ she added casually. “Well, are you getting ready? I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”
“Hermione, what the...“ but she cut him off.
“Tonight, eight o’clock, in my room,“ she said imperiously, kissed him on the cheek, left him lying there confused and then stepped out of the room with a seductively jiggling hips, grinning.

Harry took the soap out of his toiletry bag, went into the bathroom, and took a shower. The water was pleasantly warm and flowed quietly over his body before it disappeared into the drain. He quickly soaped himself and cleaned himself up thoroughly. After the events of the past few hours, he was in a great hurry to wash himself. Of course he had enjoyed it when Hermione was with him, even if his head was still spinning. Two days ago it had looked like the relationship between Ron and Hermione was as good as ever, but after Ron’s outburst the contrast could not have been more stark. Their relationship was over and instead of Ron, Harry was now the one Hermione was with. He considered himself very lucky that he had finally got what he had longed for for years.
In this situation, he found Hermione to be even more wonderful than usual. He was definitely crazy about her and unfortunately this realization did not really make it any better, because he always had the feeling of being extremely stupid around her. Since yesterday he was coming completely unglued. It all started when he sat down next to Hermione and cradled her contentedly in his arms. Since then, his stomach went on a roller coaster and there was nothing he could do about it. Harry was already looking forward to seeing Hermione at breakfast. Only in her absence he could think reasonably clearly. He was sure that his feelings would run wild with him again if he sat down at the table with her. He blushed at the thought; Harry’s whole body hungered for her and the morning visit had only made it worse.
Harry turned off the water well cleaned and stepped out of the cabin. He quickly put on the towel and dried off. He even went through the trouble of trying to tidy his hair just to please Hermione, but as expected, that did not really change his appearance. Then he made his way back to his room and dressed freshly. His head was still red and he clumsily got down the stairs. In the kitchen he found Hermione sitting at the table. Her parents were already working. She raised her head as the door opened and her face twisted into a beaming smile. “You look good,“ she said, “naked as well,“ she added in a whisper.
“I beg your pardon?“ He asked uncertainly.
“I was just kidding,“ she laughed ironically. “I would never watch you secretly. At latest this evening I’m going to find out anyway.”
Harry had feared it. He had known that she would be able to discompose him without any problems. His thoughts always revolved around the one thing she had revealed to him just before she left his room that morning. This is going to be a really fun day... he thought.
“Coffee?“ She asked.
“Oh yes, why not,“ he replied. “Wait, Hermione, I’ll help you.“
Hermione got up and fiddled with a cupboard one-handedly. With the other she pointed to a drawer and said, “The coffee filters are in there.“ Harry opened the compartment, took out a filter and looked around. He found the coffee maker, opened the top, inserted the filter, and looked over at Hermione, waiting. She had found the coffee spoon and was now heaping the black powder in the filter. Then she closed the lid and turned on the machine, which immediately began to cluck.
Harry stood behind her, hugged her soft stomach from behind and pulled her in close. Then he kissed her cheek quickly. Immediately she turned her head and found his mouth. Even though her kiss was incredibly devoted and Harry had to make every effort to resist her, he immediately let go of her and pretended nothing had happened. Hermione stared at him dumbfounded while her face turned into a delicate shade of pink. She did not exaggerate. I do not need any further confirmation. Hermione really likes me, Harry thought happily. He shrugged and smiled: “I’m sorry, but I wanted to find out if you are really serious.“
His girlfriend pulled a pout. “You pull me off. I don’t like that.” She turned in his arms so she could hug him in turn. This time she was not going to let him go so easily. “Come here,“ she whispered adamantly. Her hands had wandered into the back of his neck, so that the force with which she pulled him closer to her made it clear to Harry not to disappoint her this time. Hermione was shorter than him and since she was at home she did not have shoes on that could make her taller either. She would have had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him with full lips. But she would be able to put his lower lip in her mouth without much effort. Harry had leaned down slightly while he waited to see what she was up to.
Hermione lifted her head and smiled thoughtfully at him before she cupped his lower lip with her lips and waited for a reaction. His upper lip had taken the hint and slowly lowered itself onto hers. He felt her wet tongue on his lower lip, the tongue that he knew was capable of so much more. She played with him so elegantly that Harry found it extremely difficult to concentrate. After a while, she broke contact and broke away from him.
“Do you have to hoax me like that?“ Harry asked a little desperately.
“You intended that exactly,“ she replied teasingly. ”I can’t say I did not like it either. Your lips are super soft. They are really fun to play with. Hopefully I now have the opportunity to do so more often.”
“You’re killing me.“ Harry shook his head. “I’m becoming a completely different person, Hermione, and I have to admit, I really like that.“
She grinned suggestively. “Have I got that far already?“
He nodded and looked at her gratefully.
While the coffee was boiling in the machine, they set the table and found that the richness of the topping came really close to the feast in Hogwarts. Finally, they added the sugar, cutlery, and the coffee and sat down on the chairs.
“Help yourself,“ said Hermione. “Make yourself feel at home.“ She did not have to tell him that twice. Harry grabbed a crispy roll, sliced it, and topped one half with butter and cheese. He took the opportunity, as Hermione was busy with sugaring her coffee also to cut her a bun and put it on her plate. Hermione looked up and smiled. “Thank you,“ she said.
“You’re welcome!“ Harry replied, taking the sugar off the table in turn. Hermione opted for ham on her bun and they both began to eat. They crunched silently for a while, then Hermione broke the silence. “You seem upset, Harry. Are you not well? Is something?”
“No, no,“ said Harry emphasized loosely. He fell silent for a moment.
“Yes,“ he muttered and looked up. Hermione looked at him curiously. “I fell in love with you,“ he said straight out and sighed. Hermione’s eyes shone as if to tell him that she already knew this. She got up and stood to the right of Harry’s chair. He looked a little lost and uncomfortable admitting his love. She bent down to him and put the hand on the left shoulder. “Why do I feel like this hurts you?“ She asked gently.
“I don’t know either,” Harry muttered uncertainly, “I think it has to do with the fact that I still see you being together with Ron. The end of your relationship and the beginning of ours came so surprisingly and the transition so fluid that I still cannot quite grasp what happened. I’ve always liked you as a friend and I had no illusions that you were with Ron, although of course I would have loved to be the one by your side. And now it comes so suddenly that I seem to be overwhelmed with the situation. Like a predicament.” He grinned crookedly.
“You’re really embarrassing me,“ she replied softly, pulling his chair back a little. She used the vacated space and sat astride on Harry’s lap, facing him. Her legs dangled beside the chair. She put her arms on his shoulders, outstretched, and crossed her fingers at the ends behind his head. Harry felt her pleasant body heat through the pants she was wearing. Oh god, it flashed through his mind, it’s so incredibly sexy when she does that! So much that his abdomen stirred in delight again. He put his hands on her back and held her tight. Her hot torso had already leaned dangerously far towards him; No there were only a few centimeters of space between Hermione’s pretty breasts and his body.
Hermione smiled amorously, slightly smoldering eyes looked at Harry, while she added thoughtfully, “I never thought that you would take me right in your arms and protect me when Ron left. Even if he and I were in a relationship, such a situation is not easy for anyone. I’m happy about our friendship and I’m glad that it’s becoming more than that now. To be honest: I used to have stronger feelings for you than for Ron, that is, since we were together for one night in the sixth year, but he seemed so desperate that I wanted to comfort him. And before I knew it, he wanted more. So in order not to hurt him, I didn’t say anything, but secretly I would have preferred to be yours.”
Harry was stunned and hope grew in him. “Really? Is that how you feel?”
“Yes,“ she said and then had to laugh. “Now really, Harry, you look like Peeves has played a prank on you again. Do you really think I’m joking? Do you need another confirmation after our kiss just now?” She looked at him skeptically and when she saw that he was not completely convinced, she pressed her soft lips onto his with gentle force. But she did not leave it at that, no. Instead, she let out her tongue and asked to enter him. Harry was frozen and tried to part his lips, but it was like his body was paralyzed and he could not even raise his hand. After a moment, Hermione gave up in amazement and leaned back.
“Well, listen,” she replied indignantly, “first you say that you fell in love with me and now you suddenly do not want to kiss me anymore! What’s wrong with you?“
Harry’s gaze was fixed on her eyes, but he just looked right through her as if he was looking at a basilisk. “Harry?“ Hermione asked, a little worried. “Harry! Harry, what has come over you?!” Desperately, she raised her hand. “Please Harry, forgive me. I’m sorry, but I don’t know how else to get you back on track,“ she said pleadingly and then gave him a light slap on the face. She deliberately did not hit quite as hard, but what she did seem to have had an effect. Harry shook his head quickly and when she looked him in the eyes – the most visible indication of whether he was back down to earth – she was relieved that the rigidity was gone from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Harry,“ she said apologetically, “I had to do it. I was worried about you.”
“What... what happened?“ He asked confused.
“You were out of it. I gave you a slap in the face. I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I was just about to show you how beautiful a kiss can really be, so... we’ll just try again, okay?“
“Yes. I have no idea what’s wrong with me,” he muttered, slightly annoyed.
Hermione leaned forward again, her tongue demanding entry again. This time Harry was able to obey her silent desire without any problems and stuck his tongue out in turn. As soon as they touched, a thunderstorm of emotions exploded in Harry and tore him away. Because of the intensity, both tongues recoiled and circled each other hesitantly before slowly getting up close and then touching again.
Gradually they began to dance with each other as if they had developed a life of their own and became faster and faster. Harry removed his right hand from her back and absently placed it on Hermione’s cheek instead. He felt the blood rush to her head and, following an inspiration, ran his hand over her smooth skin. He decided to bury his left hand behind her neck in her hair and pulled her even closer to him. Hermione gasped softly, surrendering to him, wanting nothing but to feel him around.
He scurried slowly through her head of hair, ruffling her more and more until it was very reminiscent of Harry’s mane. But she did not care. The feeling in her mouth overshadowed all other sensations and it was so beautiful that she could not think of anything else. After a while Harry took his right hand behind her again and let both of them slide slowly down her back. Soon they had reached her shapely butt. His hands continued to follow her curves until they finally reached the point where their two bodies touched through the textile, where Hermione was sitting on his thighs. He led his hands between the two bodies so that her firm ass was now on his hands and he could lift her from him. Harry got up awkwardly while Hermione carefully wrapped her legs around his body and enjoyed the intimate contact to the utmost. They kissed until they became dizzy with the wonderful impressions, each of them deliberately hesitating to end their intertwining as much as possible.
Harry is surely having problems again keeping his manhood under control., Hermione thought. On the same note, she too was surprised to find that her body really liked what they were doing. She felt the fiery liquid that had now found its way to her hole and poured warm and wet into her panties. Hermione was pleased to think that she’d given him a boner again and wondered if her boyfriend had gotten as hard as he had been that morning.
Eventually Hermione let go of him and her eyes glared at him eagerly. “What now? Do you still think that I’m playing games with you?”
“No,” Harry replied immediately, “that was not an act. That was… wonderful.” Harry paused for a moment, his eyes glistening with amusement. “I never thought I’d say that, but that was much better than with Ginny.“
“So,” said Hermione mischievously, kissing him again, this time without using her tongue, “and what do we do now? We don’t have any homework...” she said conspiratorially. She was right. Since they had been away from Hogwarts for the past year, they had not been given any assignments before the holidays. That meant they could spend the whole summer vacation without doing anything. It was ridiculous that Hermione was once not thinking of school and he had a feeling he knew why...
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