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Office Fun	By : Ronslady23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 7960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related media revolving around J.K. Rowling's stories. All writings are for entertainment puropses only. No monetary contributions are being made.

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Pairing: Harry/Hermione implied Harry/Ron, Ron/Hermione

Warnings: Het, Fingering, Water Sports, and Infidelity

It was an hour before lunch when Harry received the missive. It came floating through the open glass window above his door and landed gracefully on his desk. He unfolded the delicate creases on the parchment and read:

Harry,

If you have a spare moment, would you mind stopping by my office. There’s something I would like to discuss with you.

~H.W.

Harry read the note again and rubbed his neck wondering what Hermione might have needed. Instead of pondering about it for too long he decided to take a trip to see her. Telling his secretary to hold all of his messages until he returned, he strolled down the short corridor that led to her office. He entered the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and after a short chat with Hermione’s secretary; he gave a light knock on her door and went in when she gave him the ok.

Hermione was pacing in front of her desk giving a dictation while a Self-Writing Quill followed her, busily scratching away at a note pad. She gestured for Harry to have a seat and held up a finger indicating she’d be done in a moment. He took a seat in the nearest chair and waited; watching her as she walked.

Although he knew it was terribly wrong, Harry had always carried a small flame in his heart for the magnificent woman who stood before him. Ever since the first time he saw her walking down the stairs looking like some beautiful Muggle princess during the Yule Ball at Hogwarts, he’d been secretly smitten with her. But, with her being his best mate and obviously in love with Ron since their Third Year, he knew she was off limits. However, that didn’t stop the occasional fantasy of them being together from popping up in his head from time to time.

Hermione banished the quill and pad, came around and perched herself on the edge of the desk right in front of him. He had to stop himself from overtly gazing at her.

“Hello Harry, thanks for coming by.” She said giving him one of those smiles that always seemed to melt his heart.

“No problem Hermione, what can I do for you?” he replied, unconsciously licking his lips when she scooted back and her skirt slightly lifted up, giving him a wonderful view of her shapely legs and thighs.

Damn, he thought to himself, even at 7 months pregnant she still looks so fucking sexy.

“Well,” she stated blushing prettily at him, “Ron told me all about his little visit with you yesterday.”

Harry instantly felt his face flush red due to some odd emotion that was a mix between shock and arousal. Even though he knew Hermione was very well informed that her husband shagged him on a semi-regular basis, he and she had never openly spoken about that fact together before. It wasn’t because the topic was taboo; he just figured they were both too timid to bring it up.

And due to the years of Ron telling him that he divulges all of the sordid details of their affair to her and that she really gets off on it, Harry always secretly wished that she would be the one to mention it to him first; he had a whole kinky fantasy devoted to that very scenario. Now that it had come to pass, he didn’t know how to react.

“Umm… he did?” He stumbled nervously.

She shyly nodded her head.

“Wh-what did he say?”

She slid off the desk and sensuously walked over to him, lightly trailing her fingers up his arms to his shoulders as she stepped behind him.

“Oh, that you were having a bad day and that he helped you by,” she leaned to whisper in his ear, pressing her pillow soft breast against his back, “licking you all better.”

Harry was so turned on by her words that he got lightheaded when all of the blood in his body surged southward.

“He told you about that?!” he gasped.

“Yes. And he told me that you’ve finally accepted my offer.” She brought her arms around him and hugged him loosely, nibbling at his ear.

Harry moaned and leaned his head back, sinking into her warm embrace. Her talented mouth lightly licked the cords of his neck and gently sucked at him; while her hands ran up and down his chest and torso. He twitched every time her nails scraped over his harden clothed nipples.

He wanted more of her- needed more of her, so with a growl he stood up, grabbed her, and pushed her up against her desk. He spelled her office silent and for a moment the two stared into each other’s eyes; brown ones burning with desire and green ones with an insatiable hunger that only the other could appease, then they kissed.

It was filled with passion and longing. And Harry was so glad that she was as ravenous as he; there was plenty of lip biting and tongues wrestling for dominance on both sides.

Harry pushed at her hips so she was sitting firmly on top of her desk, and quickly set about unbuttoning her blouse. When he was finished, he gazed in awe at how heavy and full her breast looked in her lacy black bra, and lovingly palmed them as he continued their kiss. He felt his prick get harder when the material dampened due to her flowing breast milk.

He caressed her swollen abdomen, and slid his hand down to flip her skirt up. He rubbed slow circles on her thighs and inched his way up to the moistness between her legs. The shuddering response he received from her when he dragged his thumb from the bottom of her wet knickers to the top made him feel wonderful; like he had just won the House Cup.

Hermione bucked against the friction he caused below and when she couldn’t take it anymore, she broke the kiss and begged him to stop teasing. Harry, who was more than happy to oblige this beautiful woman, spread her legs wider, pulled the seat of her knickers aside, and plunged his finger into her quivering depth. Her back sharply arched and she began to gyrate against him; he increased her pleasure by massaging her clitoris with his thumb.

The way she completely fucked his hand and the tremors he felt in her tightening walls signaled to him that she was close, so he picked up the rhythm of his thrusts, and nibbled and sucked on the valley of her bosom.

“Oh Harry!” she wailed and tightened up like a bow string.

Here she comes, he thought proudly, and then something happened that completely blew his mind.

As Hermione’s orgasm ripped through her, Harry felt a warm jet of liquid stream over his busy hand. Confused, he looked down and saw another jet of clear fluid come rushing from between her legs and wash over him.

She’s a squirter?*

The thought barely registered before his own orgasm blindsided him. He wrapped his free arm around her and held her close as a blissful whiteness took over his vision and the insides of his pants became sticky and ruined.

A squirter, he’d just fingered a real-live squirter. When he was in Auror training and the blokes in the locker room would chat about women with that elusive ability, he became very enchanted by the idea. When the few women he slept with couldn’t do it and the wife he married couldn’t either, he’d given up on experiencing it. He would have never guessed that Hermione was capable of fulfilling that dream for him.

When both of their breaths became smooth and even, Harry pulled himself from between her legs and helped her stand on her feet. He looked down at the wet spots on his trousers and chuckled.

“I cannot believe I came in my pants. I haven’t done that since Hogwarts.” He gave an embarrassed smile.

“Yes, I’m experiencing that same issue too, but it’s all fine, I can fix our little problem.” She winked at him.

A wand wave and an incantation later, Harry’s pants felt dry and comfortable, and he had no visible stains on his trousers.

“Thanks.” He said and he helped straighten out her clothes while she tried in vain to flatten his hair. He held her in his arms and kissed her for several long minutes before a flock of missives tapped against her window. Giving him an apologetic  look, she pulled away to let them in- they still had work to do after all. He blew her a kiss and said he couldn’t wait to see the two of them for the weekend.

As he walked back towards Headquarters, he realized it was nearly lunchtime. He stopped by Ron’s office to ask if he’d join him and the two set off to their favorite fish & chips shop.

Harry, not being able to hold a secret from his best mate, broke down and confessed that something had happened between him and his wife that morning.

Ron gave a lascivious grin, “Oh really,” he said leaning forward. ”Well, you’re just going to have to tell me about it, and make sure to mention all of the juicy details.”

E/N: Squirters, for those who don’t know, are women who can ejaculate. Wiki has a whole page devoted to the wonderful subject.
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