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April 2023 Poll Winner - Harry/Hermione - Relieving Pressure
🕑 Added 2023-04-30 15:59:01 +0000 UTCThe quiet din of the Hospital Wing was shattered as the doors swung open on their hinges and Hermione Granger rushed in. Despite it being early in the morning before most students were up, Hermione was already set for the day ahead in her Hogwarts robes and her school bag slung over her shoulder.
“Oh Harry, I came as soon as I heard,” Hermione said concernedly as she came to a skidding halt by Harry’s bedside.
Harry Potter sat up in his bed and gave Hermione a halfhearted grin. “Sorry to worry you.” His words were slurred, as though he were talking with a mouth full of syrup. He let out a hacking cough and Hermione dutifully snatched the nearby glass of water off of Harry’s bedside and gently held it up to his lips. Harry’s hands shot up to take it from her, but Hermione kept her hand on the cool glass as Harry drank from it. “Thanks.” His voice sounded clearer.
Relieved that he was okay, Hermione felt a deep rage come over herself. “Why do you always end up here?” She shouted at him, punctuating her statement by shoving his chest so that he fell back onto the soft mattress.
Harry laughed at Hermione’s expression. That was a mistake. His laughter froze as he saw the fire burning in her eyes.
“Honestly, Mione, it wasn’t my fault,” Harry held his hands up. “Hagrid needed help getting the Thestrals back in order after the centaurs’ hunt accidentally ran through their grounds. I didn’t exactly plan on getting stung by that weird plant in the forest.”
Hermione glared at Harry, but she couldn’t stay angry at him for long, not with that honest look on his face. She let out a deep sigh. “Does Madam Pomfrey know what you got stung by?”
As if speaking her name summoned her, Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office, tsking the entire way over to Harry’s bedside. “Mr Potter—'' she began.
“Harry,” he gently corrected her.
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes but the corners of her lips still raised slightly. “Harry, you are one lucky young man.”
“Will he be all right?” Hermione asked.
“Indeed he will, Ms Granger,” Madam Pomfrey reassured her. “At least, he will be, after a week or so.”
“A week!” Harry exclaimed. “But I’ve got Quidditch!”
The angry glares from the two women in the room stopped him from protesting any further. Harry shrunk back but still crossed his arms over his chest and muttered something about the unfairness of it all.
“While I would recommend staying away from playing that dangerous game,” Madam Pomfrey shot Harry a look, “you will be free to leave the Hospital Wing momentarily.”
“I knew there was a reason Hogwarts kept you around,” Harry’s demeanor instantly shifted and he flashed Madam Pomfrey a brilliant grin. “You’re the best healer in all of Britain.”
“Do you know how many times your father said the same thing to me?” Madam Pomfrey asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Us Potter men have long been known to have a keen eye for good healers,” Harry winked. Hermione couldn’t help but let out a little snort at that.
“Dear Merlin,” Madam Pomfrey groaned. “Look, Potter—”
“Harry,” he reminded her again.
Madam Pomfrey continued on, completely ignoring him. “You will be free to leave shortly but I do have to warn you about some unexpected consequences from all of this.”
“Okay, what is it? It can’t be that bad. I feel perfectly fine,” Harry gave Madam Pomfrey a curious look.
Madam Pomfrey’s eyes flickered over to Hermione for a moment. “Perhaps we should discuss this in private.”
Harry saw where her eyes moved over to. “Don’t worry,” he immediately waved her off. “Hermione will just make me tell her later so that she can make sure I’m following your instructions.”
“As admirable as Ms. Granger’s efforts are to keep you whole and healthy, I still think this is best discussed in private.”
Just as Hermione was about to leave, Harry’s words halted her. “It’s fine, just go ahead.”
Madam Pomfrey gave one last look over to Hermione before an amused look overcame her face. “The plant that stung you has a side-effect in wizards. It’s a main ingredient in the Wand Strengthening potion.”
“The Wand Strengthening potion?” Harry frowned in confusion. “What’s that?”
Hermione’s flushed face should have clued him in, but Harry still stared confusedly at the two women until Madam Pomfrey spoke up.
“It’s a potion for erectile dysfunction,” Madam Pomfrey stated bluntly. “It’s an advanced potion that only healers-in-training learn to make. It’s meant to give the user an erection for two to four hours, but the plant that provides the sap for the potion has a much more potent effect.”
Hermione nearly buried her hands in her face as she was unable to look at Harry straight on without blushing. Harry felt a little embarrassed too, but he felt the need to point out the obvious. “Uh, I don’t have an erection right now. Maybe the sap didn’t get into me?”
“In its raw form, it takes several hours to work its way through your system,” Madam Pomfrey explained. “But once it settles in, you’ll have a near constant erection, and an overproduction of seminal fluid. You’ll need to relieve yourself several times a day to reduce the pressure inside of your system, and to manage your erection. Most men who have been struck by the plant reported that their erection would subside for a couple hours after relieving themselves, but it would return soon after. You’ll need to set an alarm or two in the middle of the night to relieve the pressure then too.”
“Merlin,” Harry groaned as he threw his head back onto the pillow. How the hell was he going to manage masturbating so many times per day.
“I don’t know if you’re in a relationship,” Madam Pomfrey said tentatively. “But many men have reported that this is much easier to deal with if they had a partner helping them.”
Harry gave a slight shake of his head. “I’m not seeing anyone.” Not since Ginny and he had broken up two weeks after the war ended. Everyone was too focused on him being the saviour of the Wizarding World to really look at him as a person anymore, and that made dating difficult.
“Well, most men who have been stung by this plant have reported having difficulties relieving themselves without a partner’s help,” Madam Pomfrey grimaced. “I’ll be giving you a pass that will excuse you from any of your classes anytime you need. Do be warned, it might take you longer than you’re used to.”
“It’ll last a week you said?” Hermione said, finally looking up from her hands.
“Around that,” Madam Pomfrey nodded. “Although, some powerful wizards have reported the effects lasting longer.”
“How much longer?” Harry asked, feeling a pit of dread growing in his belly.
“Between an extra week and three months.”
“Three months!” Harry and Hermione shouted at the same time.
“We don’t know that it’ll last that long in Harry’s case,” Madam Pomfrey quickly tried to assure them. “Right now, we should assume that this will last a week, maybe two. Until we see what happens, there’s no need to get worried about any possibilities.”
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“Harry? Are you alright in there?” Hermione asked as she gently knocked on the door to Harry’s dorm room.
“Fine!” Just fine!” Harry’s voice called back. “I just, uh . . . give me a few more minutes.”
Hermione let out a deep sigh. They had already missed their first class of the day and they’d likely miss their second now. Harry had been stuck in his room all morning trying to sort out his new issue.
Honestly, what was taking him so long? Hermione didn’t have much personal experience but Lavender always talked about how quickly men could finish. Surely it didn’t take over an hour and a half for a guy to finish?
Hermione waited impatiently for another few minutes before knocking on the door again. “Harry?” She called out. She could hear him breathing heavily inside with her ear pressed up against the door.
“I know!” Harry’s voice called back. He sounded stressed. “Maybe you should just go on to class without me. I’ll be fine.”
Hermione bit her lip. This clearly wasn’t working for Harry. There had to be a better solution.
Her cheeks flushed as she realized what the obvious solution was.
Harry and Hermione had been best friends since first year. Over the years, she had noticed him growing into a handsome man. She wasn’t blind to that, just like she wasn’t blind to him checking her out more in recent years. But neither of them had ever expressed any interest in each other. Even that night when they had danced in the tent in the Forest of Dean, nothing had happened between them.
Hermione shook her head. This wasn’t about love and romance; this was about helping a friend in need. A friend who was struggling on his own. Maybe it would be a bit weird, or a lot weird, but Hermione knew that Harry would do anything he could to help if she was in his place right now.
Well, she’d certainly had worse ideas before.
“I’m coming in,” Hermione announced.
Hermione waited for a moment as Harry’s panicked cry reached her ears. She pushed down her reservations and pushed open the door just in time to see a red Gryffindor duvet landing haphazardly over Harry’s lap. His wide eyes found hers. “Hermione!” He shouted. “I’m a bit busy in here you know.”
Hermione quickly shut the door behind her and walked over to Harry’s bed. Her best friend clutched the duvet to his lap and scooted backwards on the bed away from her. He was shirtless and covered in sweat.
Sitting down on the bed by Harry’s feet, Hermione sighed. “Harry, we’ve been best friends for ages now. I know that you’d do anything you could to help me, right?” At Harry’s hesitant nod, she continued. “Madam Pomfrey warned us that this could happen. That you couldn’t . . . you know,” Hermione’s face blushed a deep crimson, “finish yourself off as easily.”
Harry blushed at her words. “Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Look, I want to help you get better,” Hermione pleaded with Harry. “I hate seeing you hurt like this.”
“Hermione,” Harry said slowly. “You can’t seriously be suggesting that-”
“I am,” Hermione cut him off. She shifted onto her knees on the bed and moved a bit closer to Harry. “Let me help you. You can’t last like this for an entire week, if not longer if effects don’t end by them.”
“I know, but . . .” Harry trailed off nervously.
“Just sit right here,” Hermione said, tapping the edge of the bed beside her. “Let me try. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll think of something else, but this is our best bet.”
Harry’s eyes met her for a moment. Hermione could see the anxiety in them. She felt the same bubbling up in her belly, but she forced it down. After a moment, Harry nodded. “Okay,” he said and shifted over to the edge of the bed. The duvet still covered his lap, but at least it was a start.
Hermione shed off her outer robes, leaving her in her skirt and jumper. She glanced down at herself, wondering if she should take more off, before she shook her head. She might, if it came down to it, but she didn’t need to right now.
Slowly, Hermione came up beside Harry. He was watching her carefully out of the corner of his eye as she pressed her hip against his and grabbed the edge of the duvet.
“I’m gonna pull the duvet back now, okay?” Hermione said softly, looking for Harry’s confirmation.
He nodded his head and turned to look straight ahead as Hermione yanked away the duvet.
Hermione gasped quietly.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Nothing,” Hermione quickly reassured him. “It’s just . . .” she mulled over how to phrase it, “bigger than I expected.”
Harry’s face reddened. “That’s . . . good?” He half said as a question. Harry’s thick, pulsing shaft jumped by itself and Hermione gulped. She didn’t think she could even get her hand around it.
Hermione’s fingers stretched out tentatively towards his cock. She had to press herself against Harry’s side in order for her right hand to reach over to touch him, and she was very aware of how her breasts were squished against his arm. When the tips of her fingers touched his shaft, his cock jumped.
“Sorry!” Harry and Hermione blurted out at the same time. Hermione had yanked her hand back in surprise, and Harry was looking anywhere except at her.
Hermione wished she was more experienced for this. She’d never been with a man yet, let alone seen one naked in person. She’d read a few books on anatomy, and a few smuttier novels she’d found at a bookstore one summer, but she’d never actually thought out how it’d be for her to touch a man for the first time. Normally, she would have prepared a plan of attack well in advance, but she didn’t have the luxury of time or planning now. She just had to go for it.
When her fingers touched Harry’s cock again, she didn’t pull away when it jumped. She brazenly grabbed it with her fist, silently marveling at how warm it was and how her fingers couldn’t fully wrap around his thick shaft.
“Is this okay?” Hermione asked, trying to check in on Harry again. He jerkily nodded his head, so she felt safe to proceed.
She wasn’t sure how sensitive his cock might be, so she tried long, slow strokes to get him started. It felt quite unusual pumping her hand up and down his cock, but it wasn’t hard to learn a steady rhythm. Up and down she went, lightly squeezing his cock as she went. His cock kept jumping in her hand, so she figured she must be doing something right. Harry was too embarrassed to look at her, and Hermione knew she must have had quite the blush on her face herself, but she could hear his breathing starting to deepen as the seconds passed by.
After a minute, Hermione was starting to regret her position. Reaching across her lap to reach Harry’s cock was awkward and starting to put a strain on her arm as she stroked him. She considered the alternatives. Being on her knees in front of him was one option, but she couldn’t even imagine how embarrassing it’d be to be looking up at her best friend while she was jacking him off. Making eye contact alone was probably going to kill any arousal he had. She could also switch over to sit on his other side, but it’d be awkward trying to hold his cock with her arm pressed up against his side.
That left one reasonable option. It would be a little embarrassing over how much of her was touching him, but it seemed like the best option.
“I’m just going to try to get a little more comfortable,” Hermione told Harry gently as she released his cock. He made a sound when she did, something that almost sounded like a whimper, but surely it wasn’t.
Hermione crawled on the bed behind Harry. She slid her legs around his and pulled herself up against his back. She heard him gulp when her soft breasts pressed against his back.
There, that was much better. Hermione was easily able to reach around Harry’s waist and grab his cock and go right back to stroking him, and it put a lot less stress on her arm and shoulder.
Despite having thought that this was going to be easy given what she had heard from Lavender in the past, several minutes went by of Hermione stroking Harry without so much as a peep from him. He seemed frozen in place, barely moving or reacting to anything as she kept stroking his cock. Hermione would readily admit that she wasn’t an expert at this, but she was at least expecting some type of reaction.
Was it her? Was she turning him off? Or was it just the awkwardness that was making this so difficult?
“Harry?” Hermione murmured into his ear. She felt his body shiver as her breath touched his skin. “Are you alright? Are you feeling close?”
She could see his mouth open and close several times as he tried to formulate a response. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s a bit better than before, but . . .”
Hermione grimaced. She should have expected this. How could she expect herself to be better with her hand than he was with his? He had years of experience at this that she didn’t have.
Was she really going to have to up the ante?
“You haven’t cum since this started yesterday, have you?” Hermione asked him.
Harry gave the slightest shake of his head in reply.
That sealed it. She couldn’t leave Harry like this. He had to be in so much pain from being so backed up.
Hermione released him again and swung herself off of the bed before Harry could even ask her what she was doing. She dropped to her knees in between his legs and grabbed his cock just as he tried to jump away from her.
“Hermione!” Harry squeaked. “What the hell are you doing?”
“This isn’t working, and you need relief,” Hermione answered. “Just let me help you.”
And with that, she opened her mouth and took the head of Harry’s cock inside of her.
The groan that escaped Harry’s lips was just the sound she had been waiting for. Hermione was no more experienced using her mouth than she was with her hand, but she knew that this had to be a relatively rare, if not unique, experience for Harry, and that more than made up for whatever she lacked. The spongy head in her mouth felt so delicate as she swirled her tongue around it and sucked until her cheeks hollowed out.
“Hermione,” Harry groaned again. His hands were bunched up into fists as he grabbed his bedsheets.
“Is that better?” Hermione asked, feeling a burst of confidence at Harry’s reaction.
“Yes,” he hissed in reply.
A bubble of joy filled Hermione. Not only was helping Harry making her feel good, but feeling the desire and lust in his voice was exciting her too. She wanted to please him just for the sake of pleasing him.
However, her enthusiasm came back to bite her when she tried to take too much of his cock into her mouth. She pushed her head down and quickly found herself gagging after barely taking three and a half inches into her mouth. That wasn’t even halfway down his cock!
“Are you alright?” Harry asked concernedly, some of his embarrassment fading as concern won over.
“Fine,” Hermione replied sheepishly. Alright, so maybe she had to stick to the easy stuff for now. She wasn’t trying to win any awards here. Her first goal was to get Harry the relief he needed; she could try to impress him another time.
Merlin, did she just seriously think to herself about wanting to impress Harry by how good she could suck his cock? What was coming over her?
Feeling more self-conscious at what she was feeling regarding her best friend, Hermione took a more conservative pace and focused her mouth on the head of Harry’s cock. That still left a lot of his shaft bare though, so she grabbed it with her fist and started pumping while she sucked.
Harry’s moans returned, and Hermione avidly kept up her pace. Her tongue worked overtime as she lathered the head of his cock with all of the saliva that was pooling in her mouth, and her hand set a steady pace that soon had Harry’s face scrunching up in pleasure.
It only took another minute before Harry warned her. “I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth.
Hermione kept going, not thinking much of it. If he was going to cum, it may as well happen in her mouth. She could just spit it out right after anyway.
However, what she had neglected to remember was that the plant had also caused an overproduction of seminal fluid.
Hermione’s cheeks burst outward when Harry started to cum. It was like someone had just cast Aguamenti into her mouth! His thick, salty cum fired off constantly into her mouth, and it was too much to bear. Hermione pulled her head back and let go of Harry’s cock, coughing and accidentally swallowing much of his cum in the process. But he wasn’t finished just yet. He was so caught up in the satisfying relief that he grabbed his cock right when Hermione released him and kept stroking himself. It felt like Hermione’s face was being completely covered by Harry’s cum. Spurt after spurt just kept coming, and she had to just close her eyes and wait it out.
Eventually though, Harry let out an incredible sigh. “Oh Merlin, ‘Mione!”
Hermione had to keep her eyes closed as Harry helped her to her feet and guided her through to the bathroom. Thankfully, there weren’t any other Gryffindor students around since it was class time. She got a look at herself only when she got to a sink and managed to wipe away the cum from her eyes. Her entire face was coated in Harry’s thick, white cum, and he had an absolute mortified expression on his face.
Truthfully, Hermione was a little mortified herself. This was far more than what she had been expecting. However, she didn’t want to dissuade Harry. She knew that he couldn’t relieve himself, but she could. She wanted him to be open to coming to her for help whenever this got to be too much, so she just smiled at his reflection in the mirror and set about cleaning her face off.
When she was done, she turned to Harry with a smile still on her lips. “You can’t let it get that bad again,” she chastised him playfully.
“Sorry,” Harry replied awkwardly.
“Look, Harry, I’m here for you,” Hermione told him seriously. “I hate seeing you in pain, and I want to do anything I can to help you out. Anytime you need me to help you, day or night, you just need to let me know and I’ll be there.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” Hermione nodded. After all, how bad could it be?
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Hermione gently massaged her jaw in the Hospital Wing. She’d already cast a numbing charm to deal with the pain, but it still felt a little awkward to open and close it. Beside her, Harry kept sending apologetic looks, but Hermione waved him off. She had signed up for this, but she hadn’t realized just how much work she was going to have to do.
After that first time, Harry had waited nearly the entire day before asking her for help again. He’d admitted to her that he’d tried to masturbate several times that day to no avail. She’d scolded him, and then dropped to her knees and sucked his cock again in the Room of Requirement. Then, she told him again that he needed to come get her anytime he needed to relieve himself.
That had turned into her sucking his cock no less than six times per day over the last week. She’d taken to icing her jaw every night and liberally using pain-numbing charms to get some relief. It was taking quite the toll on her physically, but otherwise, she was having a much better time than expected.
All of that embarrassment and nervousness had left her after the second day. Now, she had just accepted this as her new normal, but despite the routine nature of it, Hermione still found it incredibly exciting.
Every time she got down on her knees in front of Harry, she loved to see how he looked at her. It made her feel wanted and desired, and that in turn urged her on to do a better job. Harry was growing more comfortable in being vocal and telling her what he liked and didn’t like, and every word of affirmation she got from him was better than any she’d ever received in her life. She never told him any of this, and they never talked about what went on between them outside of their special encounters.
“Okay, Mr Potter,” Madam Pomfrey said as she bustled into the room.
“Harry,” he gently corrected her as he did every day they came for a checkup.
“Time for another test.” Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and tapped his belly with it as she’d done everyday since this started. She waited for a minute as the tip of her wand glowed a myriad of colors before finally setting on a deep indigo. Madam Pomfrey grimaced. “I’m sorry to say that the effect is still very much active in your system.”
Well, Hermione could have told her that. “Does your spell tell you how much longer it will last?”
“No,” Madam Pomfrey shook her head. “Going by the records, it could be anywhere from another week to a few months. I’m going to recommend that we stick to two checkups per week until this clears up.”
Harry groaned.
Surprisingly, Hermione didn’t feel too saddened by the news. “Err, Madam Pomfrey,” she said, her cheeks flushing lightly. “I was wondering if it would be possible for me to get one of those passes to leave class anytime like Harry has.”
Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would you need one of those, Ms Granger?” Harry and Hermione’s cheeks flushed. “Oh, I see. Well, I suppose I could prepare you one as well.”
“Thank you,” Hermione replied quietly, feeling quite awkward.
After Madam Pomfrey returned with the pass, Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and left the Hospital Wing. They had another hour before their next class started, so they took their time meandering down the empty corridors.
“If this is getting to be too much for you,” Harry said after a few minutes of silence. “I can try going back to taking care of myself for a while.”
“No!” Hermione exclaimed quickly. “I mean, it’s fine; I’m happy to help.”
“Yeah, but,” Harry pointed at her jaw. “I can see that it’s starting to hurt you.”
It was, and that was something that Hermione had been wrestling over for the last couple days now. She knew she couldn’t keep up with this indefinitely, no matter how much she secretly wanted to. She needed to come up with an alternative.
Thankfully, she had one in mind.
Every time she sucked Harry’s cock, she’d feel a warmth start in between her thighs. It would grow and grow and grow until it was unbearable. At first, she had thought that rubbing her thighs together would relieve some of the itch, but that just made it worse. She never touched herself when she was helping Harry, but she wanted to. She had feared that Harry had caught on to the fact that she often fled to her room after relieving him to find some relief for herself, but he seemed as oblivious as always. Even when she started showing more cleavage and practicing taking his cock deeper into her mouth, he never once suggested doing anything more with her.
Well, that was about to change today.
“It’s almost time for our next session, isn’t it?” Hermione asked Harry, fully knowing that it had been just over an hour and a half since the last time she’d sucked his cock.
Harry nodded apologetically. “I’ll try and take care of it myself, you should just get some rest—”
Hermione grabbed Harry’s shirt and yanked him into a broom cupboard she opened. It was dark and musty in the small room, and there was barely enough space for both of them to fit, but it was private and it had one empty wall that she could brace herself on. This wasn’t the first time that they’d gone into a broom cupboard to relieve Harry, but it was going to be special nonetheless.
As soon as Harry was inside, Hermione closed the door and threw up half a dozen protective enchantments to ward off any possible intruders. She wanted absolute privacy for this.
“Hermione, seriously, it’s fine,” Harry insisted. “Your jaw is sore and I’ll take care of it myself.”
“No you won’t,” Hermione replied seriously. Her front was pressed up against Harry’s, and she could already feel his cock starting to stir through his trousers. “I told you I’d help you, and I will.”
Hermione spun around, letting her skirt lift up from the sudden motion, and bent over with her hands against the wall. Her ass was stuck out and pressed right against Harry’s crotch. She’d specifically chosen some of her more scandalous panties to wear today since they covered very little.
“Hermione?” Harry questioned quietly. “What are you—”
Well, it was time to come clean. Knowing Harry, he’d fight with her forever on this, but if she made it out so that he was helping her, then he’d get on board much quicker. “I want this, Harry. All this time, I’ve been getting you off, and it’s been getting me worked up too.”
“I—I—” Harry stammered slightly. “I’m sorry; I wish I had known.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. The signs had all been there; naturally, he didn’t notice it until she was literally bent over and dripping wet for him.
“Well, you can make up for lost time now,” Hermione pointed out.
There was a moment’s hesitation before Harry spoke. “Do you have the charm on you already?”
“Of course,” Hermione answered. She’d been putting it on herself the last couple days in case this happened. Given how full she was likely to be after Harry finished, she didn’t want to risk any chance of a pregnancy happening.
“And . . .” Harry sucked in a breath. “Are you really sure you want this? Because once I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
Ugh, why couldn’t he just do it already! “Harry, please, I’m sure,” Hermione whined. “I want this. Don’t you want me?”
“Of course I do,” Harry replied quickly. “I just—”
“No more talking,” Hermione interrupted him. “You either fuck me right now or I’m leaving and you’ll have to use your hand.”
There was no way Hermione was leaving now, but Harry didn’t know that. Regardless, he seemed to finally give in because Hermione heard the sweet sound of his zipper being undone.
Having sucked his cock so much this last week, Hermione was intimately familiar with it. Everything from the taste, smell, and shape were burned into her mind, all for good reasons. His cock was magnificent, but she didn’t know how it was going to fit inside of her; it barely fit in her mouth.
Hermione took a deep breath when she felt the spongy head of Harry’s cock prod her backside. In the darkness, his hands clumsily felt up her ass until he managed to grab her panties and pull them to the side. Hermione could feel a couple strands of her juices stretch from her pussy to her panties.
When Harry pressed the tip of his cock against her opening, Hermione’s eyes widened at just how massive he felt. He pushed forward slowly, parting her pink lips and spreading her wetness on himself. Hermione let out a little whimper as her pussy was forcibly spread wide around his thick shaft.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked her.
“Yeah,” Hermione let out a shuddering breath. “You’re just so big.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“Thanks.”
Hermione took several deep breaths as Harry pushed forward a little bit more. She felt a sting of pain when he hit her barrier inside of her.
“Just push through,” she told him. “The charm will take care of the pain.”
“Hermione, I—”
“Just do it, Harry,” Hermione insisted, even going so far as to push her ass back against Harry.
There was a brief moment of pain when Harry’s cock tore through her hymen, but the pain faded into a dull ache within seconds, and the dull ache was gone a few seconds after that. It had gone smoother than she’d expected, but there was still the matter of how sore she’d be after Harry fucked her.
Harry slowly sank forward until Hermione felt his hips come in contact with her ass. Then he pushed just a little bit more and Hermione felt his cock prod her cervix. It stung a little too, but it was overshadowed by the most wonderful feeling of being full. She could feel her body starting to adjust to Harry’s size, and while it was a lot to handle all at once, it was satisfying in a way Hermione simply couldn’t describe. It was like a thirst she’d never known she had suddenly been quenched and leaving her feeling happier than she’d ever been. It was strange yet wonderful all the same.
“Mmm,” Hermione hummed. “This feels so nice.”
“It’s incredible,” Harry added breathlessly. His hands roamed over her ass cheeks until he grabbed her hips. Once he did, he started moving again.
Hermione felt her inner walls clinging to his shaft desperately as he started to pull out of her. But then halfway out he suddenly jerked his hips forward. Hermione cried out in pleasure as his cock filled her back up. Her nails dragged down the stone wall and she hung her head low as she took a deep breath.
Harry was going to drive her insane, she was sure of it. He started to set a nice, quick pace with shallow thrusts as he sawed back and forth inside of her. Hermione’s lust flared as her tunnel kept squeezing Harry tightly every time he buried himself inside of her. Her virginity was truly gone, and her body craved what it had been deprived of.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” Harry groaned.
Hermione instinctively spread her legs a little wider. “More like you’re so big,” she chuckled in between moans. Harry rammed forward hard at her words, and Hermione cried out again. “Fuck me!” She shouted, almost in disbelief at how dirty she sounded. “Fuck me with your big cock!”
Harry let out a choked sound but did as she asked. He started pulling his hips further back and really ramming forward into her depths.
Desperate for as much sex as possible, Hermione started pushing her butt back in time with Harry’s thrusts forward. The incredible sound of their bodies smacking against each other filled the room beautifully, and Hermione was left seeing stars with how much pleasure she was feeling. His long, deep thrusts had the added benefit of making his balls smack against her clitoris, punctuating her pleasure with these sharp notes.
But, as wonderful as this was, Hermione knew it could be better.
“Wait,” she told Harry reluctantly.
He gave one final thrust forward and then paused, buried to the hilt inside of her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay,” she laughed merrily like she was drunk. “But I was thinking we could change up the position.”
“Anything you want is perfect for me,” Harry told her.
Hermione grinned, and one of her deepest fantasies came to mind. It had resurfaced only a few days ago when she had sucked Harry’s cock so well that he had actually staggered back against a wall. She loved the feeling of him being pinned back there, overwhelmed by pleasure, and she wanted to be in that position too. Plus, she really wanted to know what his lips felt like against hers.
“I want you to pick me up and pin me against the wall,” Hermione told him with only the slightest blush coming onto her cheeks.
It took a little careful maneuvering given the fact that neither of them could see, but when Harry lifted Hermione up into the air and pinned her back against the wall and pushed his cock back inside of her gushing pussy, Hermione knew that she had made the right call. She felt so small in Harry’s arms, and being pinned against the wall like this just reminded her of how surprisingly strong he was. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck and waited for him to get into a stable position so that he could start thrusting into her.
When he did, Hermione moaned, and she felt his warm breath on her face as he panted. Her pussy seemed to grip his cock so much more tightly in this position.
“Kiss me,” Hermione told him.
This time, there was no questioning. Harry pressed his lips against her and kissed her deeply as he continued to fuck her tight, wet pussy. Their tongues immediately fought their way into each other’s mouths and started swirling around each other.
It was so hard to breathe while kissing Harry and getting fucked by his thick cock, but Hermione didn’t care. She could die happily in this man’s arms right now. Her pussy was on fire with pleasure, and her entire body had this wonderful tingle to it. She poured every bit of desire she had into her kiss with Harry, and he reciprocated by doing the same.
Their lips broke apart momentarily, and Hermione couldn’t help but blurt out what had been on her mind the last few days. “I love you,” she told him.
Hermione felt all the air leave her lungs as Harry rammed his cock as deep as it could go inside of her. “You do?” His shocked voice replied.
Feeling self-conscious, Hermione just nodded. Then she realized how stupid that was since he couldn’t see her. “I do.”
“I was trying to find a way to tell you the same thing,” Harry laughed, pressing his chest against hers.
“Telling me while fucking my brains out doesn’t seem the worst way to go about it,” Hermione joked as she leaned her head forward and placed a messy kiss on his lips.
“Alright then.” Hermione could practically hear the grin on his lips. “I love you, Hermione Granger.”
“Show me.”
Hermione grunted as he thrust hard into her. Again and again, she felt like she was being impaled on his majestic cock. Their lips found each other again and they kissed deeply as they made love.
With her body pulsing with desire, Hermione knew that she was close. This was the explosion she’d been waiting for ever since she started masturbating after sucking Harry’s cock. She moaned into his mouth and her nails scratched down his back while he pounded her tight pussy.
“’Mione,” Harry groaned, breaking apart the kiss and burying his face in her neck. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Tell me you love me,” Hermione moaned. She needed to hear it.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you!”
Hermione screamed as her orgasm hit. Her body shook and her pussy clamped down on Harry’s cock. His hands had to readjust their position on her ass in order to keep steady, but he kept fucking her until he too lost control and came.
Hermione felt the splash of his seed inside of her pussy. It was an overwhelming feeling of warmth that seemed to seep everywhere. Faintly, she could hear the sound of his cum dripping out from in between their bodies and hitting the floor. She felt so full being pumped with his cum, and she loved it. She clung to Harry tightly as her pleasure ran through her like waves.
When their climaxes subsided, they stayed holding each other for several more minutes. It was only when Harry’s legs started to shake that he lowered Hermione back down to the ground and pulled out of her. There was an incredibly lewd sound as the rest of Harry’s cum dripped out of her.
They stood there, panting in the darkness, basking in what they had just done. They belonged to each other fully now, and it was absolutely perfect.
