Harry Potter's Misadventures with Hermione Granger
Harry had coveted her for years; every moment of everyday he yearned for her attention. The feeling was cumbersome and overbearing; he must win her affection. He stood beside her, staring her up and down with glaring eyes. She wore a revealing white shirt which outlined her deep crimson bra, intriguing Harry even more. Her skirt was worn a little higher than what was expected of students but being the best student in the school, she wasn't reprimanded for the naughty deed. Wincing at her glorious beauty, Harry began to become uncomfortable in his trouser area. His large member was slowly rising with no sign of stopping; he tried to contain himself, but it grew larger and larger until he was completely hard.
Hermione looked over to talk to him about the intricacies of The Draught of Living Death's effects, when she saw his trouser snake. She had thought about him in this way before and imagined a sizable penis, but nothing on the grand scale she could see here. Harry, cheeks blushing, quickly looked into Hermione's eyes to divert her attention away from the issue he was having. However, she giggled quietly and began to rub Harry's leg with joy. He could feel his cock pulsating with delight as Hermione's hand kept getting closer to it. Eventually, she made it and rubbed the outside of his trousers, making Harry shiver all over. As she did this, Professor Slughorn moved over to see what they were doing; immediately Harry pulled his penis under the desk as he tucked his chair in and began to talk quickly about sleeping potions.
As Slughorn moved away, Harry let out a sigh of relief. A dirty thought came to his mind, what if he repaid the favour to Hermione right now. Slowly, Harry began to move his soft hand up Hermione's calf and up onto her thighs. She seldom wore tights, making for a direct path to Harry's end goal. He pulled up her skirt further and reached her panties, which were already moist from having stroked Harry's enormous member. He moved the barrier out of his way a fiddled his way toward Hermione's pussy. He could feel that it was tight, really tight, this would be her first time; engrossed with smut he placed a finger into her pussy and she let out a small moan, just enough to satisfy Harry about his plans for later.