Hysteria | By : indivisible_soup Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 75416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Harry stood under the stream of water with a small satisfied smile as his chest heaved - he just finished his customary shower wank; he didn't remember when was the last time he skipped it before bed. Even on the days he went down on Hermione during the day, from time to time it wasn't enough for her and she also asked to be fingered before sleep. Her requests still manifested only in her body-language, but Harry got more than adept in reading them, even their degrees.
Harry put on his pyjamas and stepped out into their quarters. Hermione didn't like to sleep by the wall, so she always waited for Harry to get into the bed first. Because of that, when he took a shower after her, it wasn't unusual to find her still standing by, though usually she was sitting on the bed and reading.
Just as he expected, he found her sitting on the bed with a book in her lap. But the fact that she only had her sleeping pants on was a surprise and made him almost stumble. There literally was no such thing as dirty clothes for them - unlike him, Hermione didn't even have the need to utter the incantation, but only to wave her wand to make clothes clean. Also Hermione had lots of other t-shirts. So it wasn't an accident and he knew that she knew that he knew that. His question was how he should react.
The air was a bit chilly, it was still winter after all, so her upper body was covered with goosebumps and her nipples were perky and hard. Numerous times Harry had seen some outlines through her thin t-shirts when she wore no bra, but it was nowhere as seeing them in the flesh. If he hadn't wanked mere minutes ago he was sure that his cock would've gotten rock hard from that sight in seconds.
Harry was certain that the book in her lap was just for show and she wasn't reading it. A light blush was a sure indication of that. After a quick consideration he decided not to indulge her and pretend that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Only if to see what would happen.
After he got comfortable Hermione without a word put her book on the table and slipped under their blanket.
While wanking Harry already thought that she most likely would want for him to get her off before sleep that night, but after that little show Harry had no doubt. For a moment before snuggling up to her he thought about eating her out instead, but after remembering his previous decision to act as normally as possible, Harry put his hand on her stomach and started to caress it, slowly going downwards and into her pyjama-bottoms.
After he was done with her, which as always didn't take much time and that time in particular, Hermione grabbed his hand. Harry was about to quip about her lack of a top and ask how she planned to wipe his hand this time, as she put it on her hip and said that he should wipe it on it.
Harry didn't argue, even though he would've done it on his own on his own pyjamas; he guessed that this was her way to show some semblance of control. When he was done and put his hand with the almost dry fingers back around her tummy. As always Harry caressed it with his fingertips while drifting to sleep. His hard-on, that usually went away within minutes after he made her cum, stayed with him for as long as he was conscious.
***
Harry woke up in the middle of the night. It hadn't happened for a while. At first Harry thought that that was her usual sleepwalking fit. Only this time instead of touching herself, rubbing her crotch on him Harry also counted as her playing with herself, Hermione had a somewhat loose grip on his hard cock through his pyjamas and was yanking it weakly.
After turning lights on Harry looked at her with tired sleepy eyes. "Hermione?"
"Good night."
"Ehm... What?"
"You woke up and it's the middle of the night. I can't just say 'good morning' now, can I?"
"Do you... Are you asleep at the moment?"
"Sure."
Harry glanced at the clock. "I've made you cum just a few hours ago."
"Yes, thanks. It was lovely."
"What's going on? Why are you holding my cock?"
"You need to cum too."
"I've told you that I can do it on my own."
"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed."
Harry chuckled, it was him who's embarrassed about such things? Well, maybe between completely unfazed sleepwalking Hermione and him, he indeed was a little.
Harry was hit with realization as to why Hermione began going to bed topless several days prior. She always had troubles expressing what she wanted, and he didn't get the clue. Although it's not like he would've guessed the real meaning behind her decision - her asking to get him off he stopped even noticing and refused without thinking, convinced that Hermione simply wanted to pay him back which he didn't consider to be necessary.
As Harry thought about the situation, Hermione continued to give him the worst handjob possible. Harry only somewhat liked it only because since Hogwarts he hadn't been touched in any way, and it had been a while. But, when he realized that he was actually enjoying it, he decided that it wasn't okay to allow himself to do so while Hermione wasn't really present.
Because Enervation messed with Hermione's sleeping, they had an agreement that in case of her sleepwalking, which happened since the experiment only once, Harry would pretend getting her off and persuade her to go back to sleep. Her semi-awake mind always took his word as a dogma.
He let out a clearly fake moan and thanked her for making him cum. Hermione nodded and without another word dropped down on her pillow. She as always seamlessly went from sleepwalking to the actual sleep. Harry sighed looking at her serene face, then chuckled imagining Hermione's reaction in a few hours as he would be telling her about it.
For a second he thought about wanking, but then decided against it. He was too tired to get out of bed and doing it right beside sleeping Hermione would've been weird. Luckily sleep hadn't left him completely, so he managed to fall asleep within a minute.
***
"See?!" exclaimed Hermione triumphantly not even letting Harry finish retelling what happened in the middle of the previous night. "I was right! I've said that you also need help to cum. That means that -"
"Huh? That means that you've got into your head that I do. Not that I actually do. See the difference?"
Hermione huffed and looked annoyed at his smug face. "What are you grinning about?!"
Harry's small smile really turned into a grin. "Nothing..."
"I just don't feel that it's fair!" She lowered her eyes and continued in a sheepish voice, "You do such a good job. Like a magician and -"
"Like a wizard more like."
Hermione decided to ignore it. "- and get nothing in return. Naturally my subconsciousness rebels against such injustice."
"I kind of ignored it. Well, not ignored, but didn't bring it up. I think it's time to do so." Hermione looked at him expectantly as Harry thought how to formulate it better. "I want to talk about your tits."
Hermione gasped going red in the face and lowered her eyes once again. "W-what's to talk about?"
"Cut it out, alright? She doesn't know what's to talk about... Honestly... It's one hell of a coincidence that you started going to bed topless, completely out of the blue, mind you, then a few days later I wake up with your hand in my privates."
"I'm sorry. You know that I can't control it."
"I don't hold your sleepwalking against you. I'm talking specifically about your tits."
Hermione huffed. "It's getting warmer. What do you want from me? For me to sweat in bed??"
Harry squinted at her. "Warmer? It's literally the middle of February."
"Warmer..." she mumbled barely audibly.
Harry shook his head and let out a drawn sigh, thinking that this way he was getting nowhere.
"If you want to... Mmm..." Harry thought how to best say it as to not offend Hermione's sensible ears. "I'm going to say how it is - if you want to give me a handjob, then just say it. Not with that fairness justification, which is total bollocks, and you know it! Not helping me, but wanting to do it. The same way I do it to you."
"Huh?!" She looked at him incensed. "You yourself call it treatment! Fingers or mouth, either way you say it's a treatment."
"Well, dah! Because it's easier for you. Otherwise you -"
"Let's date."
Harry froze, this wasn't what he expected of her in the slightest. "Ehm... Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she said defiantly, employing all her willpower to not avert her eyes even though she felt her cheeks blazing.
"You mean like dating-dating?"
"Are there other ways?"
"Okay, that's aside... Don't you have hots for the ginger-who-must-not-be-named?"
She huffed. "That's none of your business."
"Huh? If you still fancy him then -"
"Honestly, Harry, I grabbed your..." She faltered and gulped. "...dick in my sleep. What do you think?"
Harry grinned widely. Hermione saying such words was not something one heard every day. "Either way, do you really want to date or just to get to my dick?"
"Did you or did you NOT hear me ask you to date you a minute ago?"
"Do you even like me that way?"
"Harry, you're really starting to piss me off. It wasn't easy for me to say as it is!"
"Ehm... Sorry. You're right. If you really want it. But I've got one condition."
"What condition?" she mumbled, trying not to show her dismay that he had any such things at all.
"I want a bush."
"Huh? What bush?"
"What kind of a bush do you think I might want? It isn't a raspberry one to put in a pot by the entrance to out tent, if you can imagine."
"You mean..."
"Yes. The one."
Hermione stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "Why??"
"What kind of question is that? I just like it better. At least I imagine I do, because I haven't seen you even with a stubble. But I want it longer than that."
"Then..." Her face got sour and she once again looked down and asked meekly, "You won't go down on me anymore?"
"What one has to do with the other?"
"I can't have you stick your face down there while it's wild!"
"Why not?"
"To have hair in one's mouth is disgusting!"
Without saying a word Harry leaned closer to her, grabbed one of the strands of her hair, and with a nonchalant expression put its end in his mouth and began to chew on it while looking her straight into the eyes.
Hermione pried her hair out of his hands and mouth and gave him a miffed look, then pointed her wand at it and made it dry again. "Stop with the joking. I meant pubic hair, of course."
"No difference. Besides, I either way want it up until about here," said Harry and without as much as for permission with his thumb drew an imaginary line just above her clit.
Hermione so much got used to Harry's touch that she didn't even flinch. "Well... Okay, I guess... If that's what you really want."
"Good." Harry's sense of humour grew more macabre as of late, so Hermione wasn't much surprised by the phrasing as he added, "I only hope I'll live long enough to see it grow out."
"To see it grow? Magic, Harry. Forgot we have it?"
Harry's eyebrows went up with the realization. "There's a charm for that?"
Hermione snorted. "Have you forgotten Fred and George's enhanced Bettie Bott's beans?"
"Huh?"
"The ones that have random effects instead of flavours. Such as making you bold or grow a beard among others. My point is - of course there is a charm. There's one for basically everything."
"Swell. Let's see it."
"Now?"
"Yes."
Harry waited as Hermione argued with herself for a bit, then she gave him a nod. Immediately Harry dropped down to his knees before her, grabbed the sides of her leggings and pulled them down along with her panties down to her knees. After intently staring at her slit for several seconds, as if he hadn't seen it almost daily, Harry shuffled back onto the couch.
Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at her crotch. "Don't talk. I need to concentrate. ... Oh, and how long do you want it?"
"Mmm... Dunno. A centimetre? A bit more maybe?"
She didn't even say an incantation as a moment later under the soft blue light coming from her wand her pubes began to grow rapidly just before Harry's eyes.
It took only seconds and Harry didn't even notice that Hermione stopped the spell and put her wand away. He just stared in awe at a thick bush that ended just above the slit just as he asked.
"Mmm... Came out longer than you asked," she said hesitantly because Harry still hadn't said a word.
"It's perfect!" Harry said with a wide smile, still not tearing his eyes from her crotch.
Instead of beckoning for her to come closer as he usually done, Harry slid from the couch and dropped on his knees before her. Grabbed her hips and mashed his face right into her pubes. He breathed in deeply and then started to rub his cheek against them. Hermione was a little surprised by how sudden it happened and felt more than a little self-conscious about it. She didn't make an attempt to stop him realizing that it hardly differed from the usual times when Harry's face was in her crotch.
"It's the most amazing thing," Harry mumbled, tickling her with his breath.
Hermione brushed her fingers through his hair and smiled to herself, she was glad that he didn't see her face at that moment. "You should've said earlier that you wanted it."
Harry shrugged, still nuzzling into her. "Treatment, remember? So it would've been weird."
"Hair removing charm works for about a week, then gradually it starts to grow back. I haven't even bothered using it regularly before you offered to get me off."
Harry pulled back, but his eyes remained glued to Hermione's crotch. "Merlin, you look sexy."
Hermione blushed; this was the first time he gave her this kind of a compliment. "Sexier than before?"
"Definitely. Pure sex."
"Thanks," she said with a chuckle, realizing that she felt much more at ease for some reason.
"I want to eat it. Now," said Harry. Before this he always asked her whether she wanted it, this was the first time that he stated it as a fact. Without waiting for her response Harry lunged forward and started munching on her clit greedily.
"No," said Hermione only a few seconds in as she felt a shudder go through her body.
She made a step back, almost making Harry lose his balance. Harry licked his lips and looked up. "What do you mean No?!"
"We started dating ten minutes ago."
"Exactly!"
"So what, do you think now you can do it whenever YOU want?"
"Huh? Don't be ridiculous. I'll eat my shoes if you say that you aren't horny at the moment, you perpetually horny minx."
Hermione decided to ignore the last part. "Still. We started dating, then we should do it properly."
"It? Properly?"
"God, Harry, we haven't even kissed!"
"I kissed you all right."
Hermione looked at him a bit confused. "Wha-"
"On these lips," said Harry and with fingertips gently touched her outer labia.
Hermione swatted his hand away. "Very funny."
"Nah... I wouldn't say funny. Tasty though."
"Let's kiss," she said with conviction in her voice.
Without as much as a word Harry rose up and pressed his lips against Hermione's.
Her eyes widened in surprise for just a moment, before they fell close. Their first kiss was soft and without tongue. Hermione wasn't sure whether Harry wanted it, and since he didn't try to do it himself, she just followed his example as they nibbled on each-other's lips softly. Hermione's hands sneaked around Harry first and his followed suit seconds later.
In a little in over a minute Hermione when she felt his erection press against her bush, she broke the kiss and said, "I want to see it."
"It?" said Harry and wiggled his eyebrows. "Whatever do you mean?"
Hermione stepped back and pointed at the evident tent in his pants. "It."
Harry made a step forward and put his hands on her naked bum. "I'll show you if you cum." Hermione only opened her mouth to say that it wasn't fair as Harry added, "Twice."
"Why are we playing games?!" she said indignantly and pushed him a little away, making a step backwards herself.
"Because it's fun."
"We can have sex! But you -"
"We are about to. Oral one. And I'm going to be the one who's on his knees."
Hermione mumbled, "It's not fair at all."
"Agree to disagree."
"I... You... I mean." She huffed at herself for the jumbled mess that came out of her mouth. She took a deep calming breath and said, "You have an option to do the deed, but instead... What's wrong with you?!"
"I suspect I might've been dropped on my head by my loving relatives. And not once."
"Okay! You win. But in this case, I'm going to sit on your face!" she said and immediately blushed furiously realizing that she actually said that out-loud.
Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow and for a moment Hermione feared that she overstepped it, but then he gave her a big smile and said, "I like when you finally say what you want."
"No!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I changed my mind!"
"You can't just take it back."
"Oh, I can and I do." She smirked. "You seem to want it more than I do. That's why it's a No." She paused for a moment but then added hastily, "For now, I mean."
"But -"
"We've been doing what YOU want for the whole time, so -"
"Only because you never say anything and I have to take the initiative."
"You're absolutely right. So now it's my turn to do so. You're going first. I mean, I do... Hm... I meant to say that we do what I want first, and that's touching you. So, please, take off your pants."
"I had to undress you most of the time, so if you want it so much, miss-newfound-initiative, then do it yourself."
"Okay! Don't think I wouldn't!" she said blushing.
She was about to lower to her knees as she felt that her leggings were half-way down. She hastily pulled them, and her panties, down and off, and was left only in her t-shirt. Which she left on without even thinking about it.
With trembling fingers Hermione reached out and started to undo the top button on Harry's jeans. After she pulled the zipper down, she just like Harry did to her - grabbed everything and tugged his jeans along with his trunks down. The moment his hard dick sprang from his trunks and right into her face, Hermione froze.
"What?" said Harry after several seconds of her unwavering stare.
"Nothing," she said with a deepening blush. "I just haven't seen you naked before."
"I'm pretty sure you have a few times."
"Not when you're hard. Anyway, just touching isn't enough. I want to kiss it."
"I don't know what you imagined yourself, but I haven't been touched since Hogwarts. Disregarding what happened last night. So I doubt that I will last for ten seconds."
Hermione looked up with a grin. "You've made me cum twice in a row for... Mmm... For at least three times, if I remember correctly. Time to finally even the score."
Harry was about to say that it didn't work like that with him, as Hermione licked her lips and without a preamble in one smooth motion took a third of his cock into her mouth.
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