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The next morning Harry awoke from a rather tantalizing dream featuring none other than Miss Hermione Granger. Yet again he was sporting a raging hard-on, much more than your typical "morning wood", that was begging for the attentions his dream-self had just received. He sat up in bed and looked down to the traitorous organ.
"I'm getting really sick of this, you. Take a freaking break. I can't palm you constantly, fuck!" he half yelled as he feel back against the pillows, clasped his cock and started that oh so familiar rhythm with his hand.
Across town…
"Uhhhh, mmmmmm" Hermione Granger moaned into her pillow. This morning she'd woken up hot. And not hot in the sense that her air conditioner broke, or that her heating system had malfunctioned. No, this was the kind of hot you wake up with after a rather X rated dream featuring your best friend and your current sex interest. "Damn that Harry Potter, I've never done this to myself so many times over one fucking guy!" she mentally yelled at herself as she tried to finger and rub herself to that orgasmic bliss she was seeking. She knew she was dripping onto her sheets, and that again He was going to be the cause of another night's laundry. But she just couldn't help it. Those emerald green eves, messy black hair, tall nicely built frame, and oh the way he bites his lip so innocently… "Ugh! Fuck! Harry!" She called as she finally shattered and fell back into her pillows.
Eventually, both members of the masturbating party made it to the Ministry or Magic on time for their respective work days, though, after a nice cold shower each, and sadly, alone.
Arms stacked full of various papers, Hermione teetered her way down the hall back to her office. The work day was almost over, and she'd do this filing tomorrow. Soon though, she'd have that dreaded ride home on the train with Harry. Wanting a new subject to think of, she came up with "Why the hell is my boss's office so far away from mine?" She wondered while she attempted to walk without seeing. As she pondered behind the giant stack she ran right into something solid and toppled to the ground, nearly encased by all the papers she had been carrying only a moment ago. "Ooooh" She groaned "...the fuck?" she gasped, the wind had been knocked out of her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the voice of a man replied to her in a frenzied tone. "I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?"
"Unghhh" Hermione groaned, still skewed from view by the many papers on her face and body. She heard a shuffling of said papers as the man she had apparently just ran into started to pick up her mess while she tried to regulate her breathing. As she lie there, the oddest thought entered her head "Wow he had a hard chest, definitely an amiable quality in a man, maybe even an alternative to Harry" Just as this thought entered her mind the papers covering her face were removed. Though her vision was still a little blurry she knew that shocked yet relieved voice right away.
"Oh, 'Mione it's you! I'm so sorry babe, I should pay more attention where I walk yeh?" the unmistakable voice of none other than Harry Potter floated into Hermione's ears.
"Of-fucking-course" Hermione cursed to herself "of course that gorgeous body I ran into had to belong to Harry, I'm never going to get over him"
"Oh Harry, is that you?" She answered out loud this time, trying to sound flustered.
"Yeah, me and my clumsy self. Are you alright honey?" He replied. "Ugh I hate how his terms of endearment make me wet, and right here after he knocked me over in the middle of the hallway at work, his voice still makes me wet." She thinks so herself before answering.
"Uhm, yeah I think I'm fine Harry," She replies and tries to sit up. "Ouch!" Hermione yelps as she shifts her bum on the ground, she seems to have shifted her tailbone in the process of falling to the ground.
"What hurt 'Mi?" Harry asks in a concerned tone.
"Oh I, um, well it feels like I broke my ass" Hermione replies failing to sound unembarrassed.
Skipping beats, blushing cheeks I am struggling
Daydreaming, bed scenes in the corner cafe
"It's probably not broken babe, just unaligned" Harry starts "Happens a lot in Quidditch, I could fix it up for you in about a minute if you want."
Hermione ponders the idea of having Harry's hands anywhere near her bottom, and her cheeks start to flush. As much as she wants him to touch her, the idea seems so frightening now. She's just about to decline his help and stand up when a jolt of extreme pain shoots from her tailbone up into her spine and again she yelps in pain.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaims and reaches for her arms as she starts to fall.
"Ow." Is all she says as tears of pain well up in her eyes. This is all Harry needs before he takes out his wand and levitates the papers Hermione had been carrying into her office. Next he wraps his arm around her middle and helps her into her office.
Placing the papers on the floor he helps Hermione over to her desk.
"'Mione, do you want me to fix your tailbone?"
Wow she really doesn't want his hands anywhere near her bum in this sort of circumstance. Even though this is completely a platonic gesture of help, she knows this experience is going to come back and, no pun intended, bite her in the ass. She shifts again and the pain is just as blinding as last time, so she caves.
"Yes Harry, please" She whimpers.
Oh Merlin how long had he wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth, oh and in that tone too! But he knew this was merely a friend asking for a friends help. And since this injury was his fault, he definitely needed to be the friend to fix it.
"'Kay, 'Mi, your going to have to lean over your desk, on your chest, can you do that for me babe?" He asks and she willingly complies. "Oh my gods in heaven" Harry thinks to himself "How many times have I seen this in my dreams?... No, NO! Focus Potter, she just needs your help in spine realignment, get a hold of yourself!"
"You okay 'Mi?" He asks out loud now.
"Mmhm" She mumbles into the desk.
Harry reaches out to touch that glorious bum. This bum that he has ogled many times before, and shamefully touched himself thinking about, and he was about to touch it, Oh Merlin.
He felt around for her tailbone and she whimpered a bit, no doubt she was bruised also. "Hermione, your skirt is too thick" Oh my fucking God, why am I doing this to myself? "I need to go underneath to get at it, is that okay?"
She was nearly crying in pain, and some perverse pleasure at having his hands on her tender behind. He needed to finish this job or she wouldn't even be able to relive this moment later without crying in pain.
"Yes Harry, whatever you need to do" She replied, and then realized what that sounded like with herself pushed over a desk, her ass in his hands and now she was telling him to do whatever he wanted? "Oh God, he's probably so freaked out!" so she quickly added "It really hurts, anything to make it stop" She figured now she'd covered the bases.
"'Kay here it goes" He slid his hands up her tweed skirt. Hermione never wore pantyhose, it just wasn't her thing. Though now Harry found out that she was in fact a fan of the thong. "Focus Potter!" he scolded himself again. As his hands came in contact with her bare bum cheeks they both groaned inwardly, but soon Harry remembered why he was there. He reached for the end of her spine and twisted. She yelled rather loudly, and Harry knew he'd done it. Just a second later she moaned.
"Holy fucking hell" Hermione thought to herself. Not only did her ass now feel fantastic, she'd gotten rather wet from the feeling of his lightly calloused hands running over the smooth bare skin of her bum. She would definitely have material for tonight.
She lay boneless on the desk as she reveled in the pain she just lost, she felt Harry's hands leave her skirt and she inwardly groaned in protest. She felt his fingers close around her upper arms as he helped her up, and gingerly sat her in her office chair.
"Feeling any better hon?" He asked in the sweetest voice she'd ever heard.
"Yes, fantastic really Harry" she decided she'd better add something cheeky, like the normal Hermione would before she sounded too smitten "Utterly spent really, you do have a way with your hands Harry." and she winked at him. "But I think next time you should take me out to dinner first."
Harry blushed and said "Well I have no issue with relieving your tension" He started to gain a bit more confidence, rather than embarrassment in his voice, "And how about lunch instead of dinner, say tomorrow afternoon?"
It was Hermione's turn to blush, "Oh, well, uhm, if you want, I mean we all gotta eat lunch right?" she answered flustered. "It's a date" He winked at her.
He looked down at his watch and it read 5:29 pm. "Time to go 'Mione, think your tender behind can withstand the hard seats of the train?" He asked with a laugh.
"Yeah, I think I'll manage" She answered with a laugh of her own.
"Night 'Mione, take it easy tonight, okay?" Harry said as they departed.
"Oh, I'll try Harry!" she called back to him, she knew there was no way she would be taking it "easy" that night.
As the train pulled away Harry muttered to himself "'Cause Merlin knows I'll be up all night."
And then I'm left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time
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