Chapter 4 - The First Domino

The next morning, Hermione woke up to the sun shining in her face. Dragging her blanket up higher, she scooched back into the body behind her, unwilling to be woken up just yet.

In her still half-asleep state, she felt Ron pressed up against her back, with his hand around her waist. She then felt the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock against her bum

Hermione slowly grinded back and forth along his hardness. Her pussy was wet and craving attention. She had been abnormally horny lately due to the stresses of life getting in the way of their sex life and she was hoping to stir him awake for a long-needed shag.

She reached back to free his erection and guide it into her dripping slit. It would be so hot for him to wake up inside of me, she thought. Her hand dipped into his waistband and wrapped around his shaft.

Hermione froze.

What she had in her hand was far too big to be Ron's dick.

Reality came rushing back to her and her eyes snapped open. This wasn't her room; this wasn't her bed; and the huge cock in her hand belonged to Harry!

Hermione gasped and quickly pulled her hand out of Harry's boxers. She turned, hoping against hope that last night had been a nightmare, that she had really accepted his disgusting deal, but to her horror, it was in fact Harry who she was snuggled up against. He was still asleep, which was a relief, and she carefully rolled away from him, taking care not to wake him.

She wanted to smack him awake. Shout and scream that he hadn't lasted a single night before trying to treat her like one of the sluts he brought home. But to her shame, it was her who had moved. Somehow, she had ended up on his side of the bed, something she would be horrified for him to discover. Her eyes trailed down his broad chest and chiseled abs, landing on his massive morning wood, which was still rock hard and now sticking out of his boxers.

Hermione's face flushed and she couldn't help letting her eyes linger on it for several seconds. It didn't even seem real. She debated whether or not to shove it back into his boxers before realizing that would mean she would have to touch it again, and she couldn't do that. Not on purpose.

She crawled out of bed and left Harry, and unreasonably big cock behind for a shower. Standing under the scorching water of the shower, she tried to get the image of Harry's naked body out of her mind.

Her pussy ached, begging to be touched, but Hermione refused to allow herself to succumb to the temptation. Especially not with the image of Harry's big cock so fresh in her mind. She couldn't believe she had actually touched the thing, and she certainly had never imagined they could get that large.

"It was an accident. I didn't do anything wrong..." She said to herself as she dried off before going back to her own bedroom and finding Ron still asleep.

Hermione dropped her towel and climbed on top of him. She took his soft dick in her hands and tried to coax it to life. She desperately needed to get the sexual urges out of her system.

"Good morning, babe. Rise and shine," she said sweetly.

Ron stirred finally and greeted his naked girlfriend. "How was your night?" he asked right away.

Hermione continued to stroke him, but his cock remained as limp as ever. "It was fine... Weird, but fine," she answered simply.

"Harry didn't do anything... inappropriate?" Ron asked.

"No... We just went to sleep. Other than feeling strange to be in the wrong bed, it was a pretty uneventful night overall." Hermione had decided to keep her awkward mistake to herself. It was too embarrassing and wasn't worth bringing up since it was just an accident on her part.

"Well that's good, I guess. Um... Sorry babe. I'm just not feeling it right now," Ron muttered, glancing at his softness in her hands.

"That's okay..." Hermione tried to hide her disappointment. She had hoped that his sex drive would have improved now that their financial burdens were taken care of, but it made sense to her that it could take some time.

Unfortunately for her, Ron's sex drive did not improve much over the next week. He always found some excuse to explain why it wasn't the right time. Hoping it would improve the situation, Hermione did not pressure him to look for work. It became apparent that he had stopped searching, but she thought that a break was probably healthy after all of the stress they had gone through. A little vacation never hurt anyone, she told herself as she watched him sitting on the playing a game of chess against himself.

As for the nights she spent in Harry's room, Hermione was adjusting to the new routine. Luckily, nothing unsavory had happened since that first confusing morning in his bed. Harry would verbally tease her and find little ways to press her buttons, but she always had an insult ready to fire back at him. Some idiots might have called it flirting, but Hermione wasn't one of them, and she still didn't like the person Harry had become.

Overall, the arrangement was going smoother than she had expected. In fact, Hermione was surprised to find that she actually slept wonderfully in Harry's big, comfortable bed, and always woke up in a good mood. Every morning though, she would find that she had soaked through her underwear and would sneak out in shame before Harry awoke. Her sexual appetite had not been addressed and her body was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Hermione chalked it up to the recent lull in her and Ron's sex life, but there was clearly a pattern emerging where her most horny mornings were in Harry's bed.

One morning in particular, she noticed with dread that she had somehow become draped over him during the night, her cheek against his warm chest and her bare thigh across his crotch. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs and an unfamiliarly large hardness beneath her. Hermione glanced down to find that Harry's sizable morning wood had escaped his boxers again and was trapped under her thigh, just inches away from her barely clothed pussy. She cursed herself for unconsciously ending up in a dicey position with him again. She didn't move, just laying still to collect her thoughts for a moment. His arm was on her, running down the length of her back with his fingers resting on her ass. It would be difficult to move at all without waking him.

Worse, her poor cunt was on fire, and it took every ounce of self-control to stop herself from giving into the urge to grind against him. The thick mushroom tip of his cock seemed to stare at her, poking out from the soft skin of her upper leg. It looked so big and hard, at least twice the size of Ron's, and she couldn't help but imagine how it might feel inside of her. If it were in any way possible to ensure he would remain asleep, Hermione wasn't sure she'd be able to resist guiding the hard dick into her dripping wet pussy. She had never felt so tempted in her life.

Finally, after several minutes of suppression, she managed to carefully squirm out of his embrace and free herself of the potential embarrassment of being discovered cuddling so intimately. To her relief, Harry didn't stir in the slightest as she slid her body off of his. He was seemingly out cold.

Unburdened by her weight, his big cock stood tall, pointing straight at the ceiling. Subconsciously, Hermione's hand had found its way down her shorts, and she lightly stroked her aching pussy while gawking at the exposed meat. The pleasure hit her in an instant, her horribly needy sex finally getting some sort of stimulation. Before she fully realized what she was doing, Hermione was firmly rubbing her clit next to her sleeping roommate.

Harry's huge cock stayed hard and tall throughout the duration of her sneaky self-indulgence, and she was fixated on it. She made a conscious effort not to lust over the annoying man beside her, but her mind wouldn't let her ignore the physical specimen. That big fucking cock was exactly what her body had been craving for weeks now, and the sight of it was pushing her to a huge climax.

Her orgasm hit her hard. Hermione mouth hung open while she quivered on the bed for a solid minute. When the flood of endorphins pummeling her brain finally slowed, she felt a mix of satisfaction and disgust. It bothered her that she had given in to her body's urges, especially because Harry had been the focal point. She hated him and his big cock for breaking her will. As silly and illogical as the thought was, she felt better about what she'd just done by shifting the blame. It was the damn boys that got her into this situation, and thus all of this was their fault.

Hermione took one last look at the nude man and quietly left the bedroom.

A smug grin spread across Harry's face as he listened to her footsteps. He had been awake the entire time, sneaking glances at Hermione's masturbation session. When he heard the door close, he reached down and stroked his dick to the thought of her sexy body writhing around on his sheets, knowing he now had the upper hand.


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