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Hysteria	By : indivisible_soup Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 75416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione put a lid onto a small pot with soup that was simmering on their tiny stove, set the simple muggle timer that she generally used for brewing potions and returned back to the table where Harry was reading a muggle newspaper they got hands on the previous evening.
"It's going to be ready in twenty," she said and she sat down across from him. Harry nodded absentmindedly and took another gulp from his cup.
Over the past weeks they progressed beyond fingering. Harry though, still insisted that he was able to take care of himself, but said to her to ask him whenever she felt the need. The problem was that Hermione always waited as much as possible, as if gathering some courage for that. So much so that she hadn't gotten to asking him even once yet. Without much choice Harry took it upon himself to guess and prompt her whenever he felt like she wanted some but her reticence held her back.
In the aftermath of the experiment, right after they discussed it, Harry went down on her for the first time. Harry didn't even expect a positive answer when he offered, and did it just in the off chance. But he struck gold - it turned out that Hermione was so horny that morning that she hadn't been able to refuse. That time he still hadn't gotten to see her twat because right before taking off her panties she extinguished all the lights. That morning a bit of light came through the half-open entrance flap of their tent, but no more than to let them see general shapes and outlines. It took him another few times before Hermione finally felt comfortable enough to strip with lights on.
Even without tearing his eyes from the newspaper it wasn't difficult for Harry to notice Hermione's telltale fidgeting, as it often showed when she was dying to ask him, but foolishly, as he sometimes outright told her, held back. He almost felt that she radiated her desire. Also was the fact that the previous day went orgasm-free for her. Harry took another sip from his cup, put it down along with the newspaper and looked at her, only to see her eyes roaming all around the kitchen avoiding him and the open book lying in front of her. She couldn't be more obvious if she tried.
"Want it?" he asked simply. There was no need what he meant by IT, and Hermione liked to keep everything related to her problem in such vague terms. The less descriptive the better. Especially during the day. Only closer to night-time she became more daring, but only on her own minimal scale.
Hermione nodded meekly, her cheeks getting pink. Harry sighed with a small smile, seeing how she got all flustered as she pulled out her wand and put it in the middle of the table, still unable to comprehend why she wouldn't just ask. He wasn't exactly a mind-reader, despite how easy she was to read. After a second-long deliberation he decided not to criticize her still persistent lack of initiative as not to ruin her mood at the moment, but noted to himself to grill her a bit afterwards.
Scraping his chair against the floor Harry turned it one-eighty, then tapped her wand at it, making its legs slowly shorten by half, dropping him to the ideal height. Hermione never outright said it, but he knew that she still felt self-conscious about lying down on bed or couch with her legs spread, so he always ate her out while she was standing up.
Hermione was already up and sauntered around the table slowly, as if not to seem too eager, though Harry was not buying the act. Something, what exactly he still wasn't able to put his finger on, gave her out despite her seemingly perfect composure.
As always Harry had to do everything while Hermione stood still in front of him. With the lights on, it was easier on her when Harry stripped her instead of her doing it herself. Almost as if she had no agency in the whole thing. Not that Harry disliked to undress her. He did it slowly. Almost too slowly, but he knew that she would never voice out her impatience. There was some excessive caressing of her bum while he groped her under the pretence of seeking the zipper before finally he pulled her skirt down over her hips and let it fall to the floor, her panties followed right after.
Staring at her immaculately smooth crotch Harry shuddered. Even though he would've preferred for her to have some hair, his eyes still got glued to it the moment it showed, the same way when he took off her panties with lights on for the very first time. He felt like complimenting her and saying how he liked her twat, but swallowed the words because he felt that it was uncalled-for.
As Hermione stepped out of her skirt and panties and pushed them to the side with her foot, Harry already put his hands on her hips and started to caress them. Gradually his hands moved towards her bum, which he kneaded a little more energetically. The hem of her t-shirt sometimes got under his fingers, so he asked her to pull it up or better take it off.
Hermione without a word pulled it over her head and threw it onto the table. She was left standing only in her grey wool stocking, her bra, and her empty wand-holster. Goosebumps immediately covered her body from cold and anticipation, but she discarded the idea of asking Harry to cast warming charms on her; she knew that she was going to be getting pretty warm soon enough.
Harry patted her bum softly, prompting her to make a small step closer to stand inbetween his legs. She barely ever told him how she liked it, so gradually Harry had to learn it by himself. With having about quoter of an hour before their lunch was ready Harry started slow - for minutes all he did was kissing her stomach, her hips and venturing as far as her thighs and even pulled her left stocking a little down to kiss her there as well, then all over her mound while purposefully avoiding the top of her slit. Sometimes almost touching it but not quite. All the while his hands travelled from her bum and lower back to the thighs, then back, again and again. Harry like how soft her skin felt under his fingers.
Both of them enjoyed every second of it, albeit for different reasons. Harry liked the teasing and was almost sure she liked it as well. They called him making her cum a treatment, but it didn't mean Harry shouldn't draw it out a bit when they had time. When Harry played with her with his hand only, it was always before sleep, so both were tired and he always went straight to her clit and it lasted only minutes. In the middle of the day he liked to take his time. Initially, Harry didn't dare to do this for long, but because Hermione never voiced out anything against it, he gradually allowed himself to stretch it out more and more.
After some minutes Harry knew that Hermione was on the verge of yelling at him to get to business already, but as always she didn't dare to open her mouth to say a single word or even make a sound. He once again entertained the idea to keep teasing her up until she would finally say something, but after doing it twice he was the one who lost the unsaid bet both times. He was a living-breathing wizard, and keeping himself away from mashing his face into her exposed twat for so long wasn't easy for him when it was literally inches away from his mouth. His two pitiful attempts showed that Hermione had more willpower than him, discounting him still holding back from wanking up until he made her cum and went to do his business to the bathroom.
Because Hermione disliked talking in such moments, Harry in the spirit of it also tried to keep mum. He tapped the inside of her thighs, prompting her to spread her legs a bit more, which she did immediately, evidently happy to get the silent request to do so.
Harry's kisses and licks were gradually getting closer and closer to her clit, but he still purposefully avoided touching it. When one of his hands was on the inner side of one of her thighs, it also was bit by bit approaching her slit. When it finally got to the point that his thumb grazed her short curly labia and Harry felt a droplet dribble down onto his hand.
Harry bit his tongue and pressed his mouth to her mound as he once again desperately wanted to ask if she was okay with him finally sticking his fingers into her. At least one of them. From the very beginning, when he began making her cum just with his fingers, Harry tried to slip a finger into her, but, even though Hermione never explicitly said anything against it, she always tensed up in those moments, so since then he had stopped trying to and always concentrated on her clit.
Finally feeling his cock getting almost painfully hard as it strained against his jeans Harry gave the slit the lightest possible lick. With her clit being finally touched Harry felt Hermione's buttocks tense momentarily. Harry smiled to himself and dove right into it.
The second Harry pressed his mouth to her slit and with nothing to hold onto Hermione immediately put her hand on his head to keep herself standing.
Hermione liked Harry's approach, the way he eased her into it and for long minutes did the foreplay to the foreplay. If eating her out still counted as a foreplay and not the main thing, because she knew it was all she was going to get. But then, as Harry finally reached her clit he went into overdrive. As if there was no middle ground. Hermione bit her lip, her chest started heaving as Harry was alternating between sucking and licking the top of her slit like there was no tomorrow. She wasn't able to relax as well as when he fingered her clit in total darkness when she just lay there, so everything felt much more intense and very different. Also, the fact that she was teased beforehand for so long added to her heightened state.
After some time, that for Hermione felt like a long while, she felt like she was almost there as Harry suddenly slowed down. Harry did it precisely because he sensed that she was about to cum and deemed it way too early - less than two minutes was way too quick. He knew that she wouldn't allow him to make her cum for the second time without some reason which he didn't have.
With Harry slowly munching on her she was able to start thinking again, or more like to start overthinking. She once again decided that she was going to do it next time. She wanted to feel his fingers inside of her for some time. But when it came to asking she always chickened out at last moment and postponed it for the next time. She knew it was ridiculous - eating her out was surely a step over him sticking his fingers into her, but rational arguments met an impenetrable wall of shyness within her mind each time.
The short respite was over and Harry yet again began to lap her up vigorously.
Barely a minute in he once again felt like she was about to explode. This time he decided not to torment her any longer and get her there. Keeping with the exact same rapid pace he continued flicking his tongue on the clit, listening to her trying to stifle her vocalizations.
While he played with her twat right before sleep Hermione never tried to stop him, but when she felt her orgasm approaching while she was eaten out she always tried to push him away. By then Harry knew that she did it without really meaning to, so the moment he felt her bucking into his mouth and trying to push him away at the same time, he gripped her bum tightly, not letting her any leeway as his tongue was lashing against her.
Ignoring Harry's assurances that he didn't mind Hermione still tried to keep it down as much as possible. Though as she came she always let out some inhumane noises that were music to Harry's ears.
Harry grimaced from pain, but didn't let up and kept the steady rhythm as she rode out her orgasm. This wasn't the first time she tugged at his hair way too much as she squeezed her fists full of his hair, but this time she almost made him tear-up. Harry dug his nails into her soft buttocks in response, but it didn't even register in Hermione's orgasming mind.
After some seconds Harry felt her body, along with the grip on his head, relax, and smiled to himself. He slowed down but didn't stop giving her clit soft licks against and again. There it was, that strange and powerful feeling after he made her cum. Sometimes he felt like it was better than cumming himself.
Listening to her breathing slowing down Harry pulled away from her clit and started slowly planting kisses all around her slit while gently kneading her bum. He kissed a trail upwards to her navel, then wrapped his arms around her, making her step even closer to him. He tilted his head back and pressed his chin into her tummy looking up. "Feeling better?"
Hermione nodded, looking at Harry with a small happy smile, her chest still heaved. As usual after cumming some chunk of her embarrassment evaporated for a short while.
Harry pulled his tongue as much as he could and gave a few slow long licks to her slit. Then licked his lips. "I certainly get why you licked your fingers the very first time I saw you play with yourself. Very tasty."
Despite her post-orgasm lessening sense of shame, she still blushed and a way to stir the conversation in another direction popped into her mind. "I still say that you should let me help you as well," she said and after transferring all her weight on her left leg she pushed the shin of the right one into Harry's groin, feeling the tent in his pants.
Harry rolled his eyes and softly pushed her back, picked up her skirt and panties and handed them to her. "No. I can take care of if by myself."
"No!" said Hermione sharply and folded her arms over her chest.
"No?" said Harry with an amused look, still holding her clothes. "Going to go about half-naked?" He grinned. "I wouldn't say I'd mind really. You'd get cold though."
She huffed at him and took the panties from him and started to put them on. "Why don't you want me to help you?"
"Because you need it, otherwise you sleepwalk. While I, as I've said a million times already, can do it by myself."
Hermione grumbled something unintelligible. She wanted to say that fingering covered everything, and that eating her out fell beyond simple treatment, so it wasn't fair, but she held her tongue, afraid that Harry might think that it made sense and would stop going down on her. That was the last thing she wanted.
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