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Hermione at home
🕑 Added 2024-06-10 18:36:08 +0000 UTCA little scene that was in my head (below).
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Hermione sipped her coffee as she sat at her kitchen table. It was still early — her parents had yet to rise.
“Would you stop staring at me like that?”
“Like what?” Harry said defensively.
“Like you want to eat me up.” Hermione rose an eyebrow. “Wasn’t last night enough for you?”
“No. And neither was this morning.” Harry smirked. “I can’t help it. You look so sexy, I just want to bend you over that table and fuck you until you're crosseyed.”
“Harry!” She hissed. “Not here. Mum could come down at any moment. What’s the matter with you?” She scowled. “I’m not even dressed sexily.”
She was in a gray turtleneck dress that she’d thrown on over her cotton panties and cotton socks — it was a cold morning.
“That just makes it even better. Come on, show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me your panties.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see if you want it too.”
“I most certainly do not.” Hermione sniffed airily. “We aren’t all reprobates who think of nothing but sex all day long. We had our fun last night and this morning, and now I want to drink my coffee and do my crossword, thank you very much.”
“Alright.” Harry crossed his arms and waited for a minute. “I mean, if you’re so above it all, then there’s no harm in showing me.”
Hermione’s cheeks went red. “I don’t have to demean myself—”
“Show me or you're getting bent over the table.” Harry said firmly.
Hermione eyed him warily, like she wasn’t sure whether he was bluffing or not. Then, she leaned back against her chair and lifted her dress around her waist. “See?” She blushed. “I’m not wet.”
Harry cleared his throat and nodded his head at her wet spot on her knickers.
“Oh!” Hermione squeaked. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s not?”
“That’s not me being wet.” She told him, red-faced, staring at the ground. “That’s your…seed still dripping out of me.” She bit her lip. Her thighs squirmed together. The wet patch grew.
“Now you’re—”
“Do shut up, Harry.” She downed her coffee and gave him a dark look. “Take me back to bed, then. You’re helping me with this crossword after we’re done.”
Harry grinned. “After? I can help right now.” He placed her crossword in front of her, tugged her to stand up, turned her around and bent her over the kitchen table. He placed a pencil in her hand and then, slowly, inched down her panties. “You have your fun…and I’ll have mine.”
Comments
red demon
Nice. Like the pic and the snippet. So far I've been loving all the scenes at the Granger Residence.
