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Harry ran every day. He wanted to get back into shape. As he decided, so he did.

His favorite place to run was the route around Great Lake. If only it wasn't too wet, Harry would go for a five-kilometer run there. He then had time to ponder the girls.

The closer the party got, the more and more Hermione was in his head. She effectively pushed out painful considerations about Daphne and her boyfriend.

Harry and Hermione knew each other well from the very beginning of Hogwarts. At first she was a friend, then the sister he never had. However, at the end of last year, she asked before leaving Hogwarts if he would become her boyfriend. She surprised him then with her confession.

She impressed him with this. It was hard for him to confess his feelings. He did not find so much courage in himself regarding Daphne.

Harry had not previously suspected that Hermione might be interested in such matters. To put it mildly, she strongly distanced themself from the male species and had her own good reasons.

He certainly felt flattered by her proposal, but also embarrassed. He had mixed feelings. He liked her for her character and fierceness. She had something intriguing about her, and it wasn't just about her big, gorgeous melons.

However, she hid her qualities under a layer of complexes and prejudices. Her intelligence made her stand out, but it was also her curse. Always praised, pointed out as an example to the rest, she became distant from her peers.

Her manner of dress and behavior also put Harry off. Busy studying, practicing magic, she paid no attention to her appearance. She wore drawn out, asexual sweaters and baggy pants. She was oppressive as well as closed-minded.

He knew that this resulted from complexes, compounded by the boorish behavior of a dozen boys from school, including his colleagues from the study circle. The way Hermione dressed and took care of her appearance was an excuse for them to unfairly reproach her and call her a "butch." It also exposed her to incessant attempts to harassment her ample breasts. The fact that she had a talent for absorbing quite a lot of knowledge and did not make the situation any easier her level of sorcery surpassed that of most purebloods, which gave rise to their frustration and the desire to boorishly play back at every opportunity.

He felt sincerely sorry for her. As far as he could, at least in DADA training, he tried to curb the urges of some of his colleagues, mainly Ron. When he was around her, he wanted to protect her from the mischief of the world. Like a native younger sister, when he was with Daphne, he had wicked thoughts.

However, he was afraid to tell her directly, because he knew how sensitive she was about her appearance, and the last thing he would want was to hurt her. He decided to diplomatically get out of the situation.

The day she confessed her love for him, he walked her to the train. On the way, he assured her he liked her eyes and smile, admired her talent for learning and respected her tenacious character - which was the truth. He lied that the reason for her refusal was a lack of time and the need to focus on training to fight Voldemort. He wasn't proud of it, but Hermione didn't return to his proposal again, and he forgot about the matter over time in the flurry of other matters.

Her invitation to his birthday party gave him a boost and hope that the topic was coming back again.

As he ran along, he remembered her intriguing face, magnetic gaze, lovely smile, and captivating melons. During joint training sessions, he used to look at them often. He longed to touch them more than once and more than twice, but of course, he never allowed himself to do such a thing. He planned to change that.

At the mention of his friend's curves, he began to run faster.

He sat bunked in the toilet and fondled his friend. As in recent days, fantasies aided him about Hermione and their reunion at a birthday party together.

He imagined that during the party he and Hermione would go to a secluded place where they would make up for the mistakes of their youth.

They started playing this games slowly, lazily. Harry kissed Hermione on the lips. This was his first real kiss with a girl. Anyway, everything he did with her thereafter was virgin, new and exciting for him. Touching her lips, he enjoyed this magical moment of unique closeness. Then he would break through her shyness and invade with his tongue to meet her tongue. He was getting greedy. The pace of movement of his left hand sped up dangerously. He took a deep breath in.

When he satisfied the curiosity of feeling the girl's tongue in his mouth, he moved on to the next stage. He took off Hermione's asexual sweater and tossed it into the corner with revulsion. Her gorgeous breasts were already practically at arm's length. The last bastion defending access to it was the bra.

It did not deter him; he could already undo each model with one hand. A snap and welcome to El Dorado - naked, juicy melons at his disposal. They have always fascinated and attracted him. Therefore, he now tasted them with anointment. He gently touched and kissed them. He resisted the temptation to firmly knead her breasts and suck her nipples, because he didn't want to inflict pain on Hermione. However, that if he didn't have to restrain himself, he would have trashed them with his male embrace. He would have wanted to sink into them. Suck the drops of sweet nectar from them. And then crush and suffocate them to perdition.

The up-and-down movements sped up a lot as he strengthened his grip on his penis. If he didn't stop, he felt that. He was about to come.

With his eyes, he started running down her body again. Now he was touching her rather flat hips. He wished they didn't have that feminine roundness. Wide hips and shapely bottoms were the strongest fetish for him. He compensated by kissing her athletic tummy.

He calmed down a bit. The movements of his hand slowed down. The member caught his breath, but only for a moment. Harry's fantasy was so real that he could almost smell her wetness. He had recently read that the scent of female intimacy was extremely intense and difficult to forget.

At this thought, he sped up again. His youthful nature and inexperience were coming out. He reached for her pussy violently. He threw himself at her, like a puppy thirsting for a bowl filled with treats.

His tongue first touched her through her panties, and after a short while, was already wandering directly over her labia. He could feel the peculiar juices that lurked beneath them. He couldn't control himself.

The warm hole was being penetrated with his tongue. He made frantic movements with it left and right. He felt he would not last long.

Hermione was also aroused and pressed his head against her womb. Faster and faster movements of her hips testified her orgasm was imminent. And yet he wanted to penetrate even deeper into the warmth and softness of that virgin hole. He had read a little about it, but it was one thing to imagine it and another to actually touch it.

In his mind, he quickly pulled his mouth away from the vagina and began the coveted fingering. He inserted his index finger first, then attached his middle finger. The vagina was moist and spongy. He was extremely excited. His movements became rapid, even aggressive. He couldn't hold back any longer... He ejaculated.

Bravo to you! You lasted almost three minutes. You're going for the record! - he teased in his mind, but retorted. - Cool, cool. Training makes perfect. There are still a few days until the event. I'll hold out longer tomorrow.

As Harry sweetly tiredly wiped the cum with toilet paper from his muscular belly, he wondered how his games with Hermione should actually end. He considered several options.

Just giving her pleasure with his touch would satisfy for him. If she additionally took his penis in her hand at the end and helped him ejaculate, he would be in seventh heaven.

He didn't dream of a "blowjob." He was a realist. Hermione is unlikely to dare. Whether hand or mouth, what difference does it make in total? - he asked himself in his mind, trying to fool himself.

The only thing he could visualize for himself now was that as they lay side by side fulfilled, he would kiss Hermione's sweaty forehead and ask her to walk, so they could continue practicing the art of love together.

Full penetration was not considered in any scenario. Not even in fantasy, let alone live. He felt he wasn't ready for it yet. Not so much physically, but mentally.

After all, I haven't kissed a girl yet, let alone fucked her. I still have time. For Hermione it is also too early for such climates. Mizzling and exploring each other - yes, oral sex - we'll see, penetration - don't even try. Too early and still the risk of pregnancy. Not worth it. His responsibility was just coming to the fore.

There was something else hiding in the meanders of his personality, and Harry slightly repressed it. He was a romantic. He wanted to experience his first time with a girl whom he would be sure of, whom he would trust and whom he would love.

He did not give up hope that in some time it would be... Daphne.

If Harry had read the books of fate, he would have known that this one was planning to get rough with him, and soon.

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