Hermione Granger sat in the library as she usually did ever night surrounded by a pile of books and papers. She had managed to get Harry to join her this evening, which was unusual as was the fact that they were eight years (which didn't exist before this year).
They were working together when Hermione began to feel odd. Her insides were fluttering and she began to feel aroused for what appeared to be no reason. She tried to ignore the feeling but the harder she tried the stronger it felt and she began to panic. Her fidgeting caught Harry's attention and when she looked up at him she became focused on his lips and wanted to feel them, taste them.
He called to get her attention and blushing she muttered nothing was wrong before looking back at the book in front of her. Her panic increased. What is wrong with me?' she thought frantically, 'Harry is just a friend. I've never felt like this before.' Sure she had felt attraction and lust before but she usually just pushed it aside in favor of studying.
But now all she could think of was harry, his lips, his body, his cock. The feeling kept growing until she was overwhelmed and could think of nothing else. She thought of jumping him and tasting his but an increasingly small part of her mind screamed that she couldn't. Harry was her friend and they were in the library where anyone could see it. The rest of her only took the last part into consideration and decided on stealth.
Making sure Harry was distracted she slid under the table and crawled over to him. His legs were already spread for her and licking her lips she settled on her knees between them. She slowly placed her hands on his thighs and in a caress slipped her hand up and unzipped him his pants. He froze above her at her first touch.
Looking up he noticed her absence. "Hermione?" he called out hesitantly and nervously, but also excited. She shushed him and purred "Trust me Harry." Harry was torn, she was his friend, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to her. And he knew he would be crazy to give up a chance at pleasure, especially from her. But he also knew Hermione would not act like this unless something was wrong.
But then she pulled his cock out and softly stroked it, and Harry lost all thoughts of protesting. She worked her hand around his length, pumping a few times while he hardened. Her mind was empty of all thoughts except the cock before her.
She giggled before kissing his tip, getting a shudder out of Harry, then bringing the head into her mouth and sucking. Harry inhaled harshly above her then let out a soft moan as she took more and more into her mouth letting it hit the back of her throat after a few minutes. All He could think of was pleasure though he tried to distract himself from coming too soon.
Hermione slid her hands from his cock to squeeze and caress her breasts, now using only her mouth on Harry's cock. Harry slid one hand under the table and into her hair increasing her pace, then groaning when it caused his tip to hit the back of her throat.
Hermione let one hand wander down to play with her clit through her panties as her arousal grew at Harry's show of dominance.
While she sucked and bobbed on his hard cock, she noticed his approaching explosion and pulled away and gripped him to cut off his orgasm. He let out a hard groan and bucked his hips, then whined her name as a question and a plea.
After a moment she began again harder and faster than before. She cut him off again then worked him soft and slow to tease him. Just when he thought she would do this forever and never let him cum she sped up deep throating him then swallowing as he finally blew his load and she came along with him.
He sighed in relief and pleasure; while she cleaned him up first with her tongue then with a spell before tucking him back in. She repeated the spell on herself then crawled back over to her seat and got in it.
With a smile she looking him in the eye and sucked her own cum off her fingers while he moaned but was too spent to re-harden.
The feeling dimmed after she came but did not completely disappear. She was aware of what she had just done and how outside of her normal behavior it was but oddly it no longer bothered her. She resumed her studying without a second thought to what had just occurred.
Harry stared at her in disbelief for a moment at how out of character the whole thing was and how she could just go back to studying as if nothing had happened. He started to wonder if he had imagined the whole thing but the remaining pleasure and exhaustion he felt told him otherwise. After a few minutes he turned back to his books as well, brushing it off as some weird girl thing and knowing if she wanted to talk about it she would.