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Chapter 4

"I don't know Harry," Hermione Granger said, unsure. Hermione had walked gingerly into Harry's home one evening. There was clearly something wrong with her. Unbeknownst to Harry, Hermione was upstairs in her home trying to move a large chest full of old school books. She had left her wand downstairs and was too impatient to go down to get it. Instead, she tried to lift it, badly hurting her back. She had tried to take a pain potion and simply sleep it off. The pain was worse the next day. Then she had gone to St. Mungos and was given treatment. The treatment helped a bit, but not by much. Her only option left was to go see her friend Harry.

Hermione had made it very clear in the past that she didn't approve of Harry's choice of vocation. Ron had thought it was brilliant, earning him an earful from his wife. Harry had gotten more than an earful. Repeatedly she had berated him and attempted to persuade him to get a "proper" job, but he wouldn't budge. He loved his job. Now she was here asked for his services.

"I don't think Ron would approve," she added, trying to talk herself out of it. The pain was reminding her to shut up.

"First of all Hermione, you're not here for a fling. This is a medical emergency. Second, what Ron doesn't know won't hurt him," he answered slyly, ushering her to the changing room.

"Yeah I guess ..." she replied, going into the room to change. Harry smiled perversely and went to get his oils.

He'd been waiting quite a while to get his friend Hermione on his table. He had always thought that she was quite sexy, in an understated kind of way. She rarely ever fixed herself up, so only a handful of people knew how beautiful she could be. He'd also seen her in a two-piece bikini before! She was hiding a seriously hot body underneath her clothing. Looking at the clock on the wall, he could see that she was taking too long to undress. Harry chuckled to himself. "Getting cold feet, Hermione?!" he yelled out.

"No!" he heard her yell back from the room.

"Don't worry, I'll warm them up for you," he smirked.

"Stay away from my feet you pervert!" she yelled back.

Harry laughed. "Just hurry your ass up! We're burning daylight here."

Hermione finally exited the changing room with a towel wrapped around her luscious body. "It's night time, dummy," she reminded him, lying face down on the massage table.

Harry, trying to be professional and help his injured friend, started with an examination. He pulled her towel off and placed the pads of his fingers on her upper spine. He would "examine" more of her later. Hermione's best feature in his opinion was her legs. She had a toned butt and very shapely legs that ended with cute, little feet. It was all that lugging of your book-laden backpack up and down the staircases of Hogwarts, he would often tease her. There was, however a tone of truth in his words. Her ass was fantastic and her creamy legs were works of art. He could spend an hour on them alone. Her normally bushy hair was tied back on a ponytail. He loved seeing her in a ponytail. It always made her seem younger and playful.

He pressed down on her upper spine. "Feel any pain or tenderness?" he asked professionally.

"No," she replied.

He pressed on her spine a little lower. "How about now?"

She shook her head. This trend continued until he reached her lower back. She sucked in a deep breath and hissed in pain.

"Right there! It hurts a lot when you press it."

"Okay. Let me put some oil on you and I can get to work," he said, looking for a specific oil. This oil had the most potent healing properties. Taking the bottle, he poured it liberally over her smooth back. He was fascinated by the way the oil pooled in the dip in her lower back. He watched as it spilled over and rolled down her slim waist. He grabbed her waist and used the pads of his thumbs to gently massage the oil into the injured area. Once she was nice and oiled, he started focusing his magic through his hands and fingers. His healing magic caressed her aching body as he started adding more pressure to his massage.

"Oooooh yes," she groaned out, forgetting about her embarrassment at having her best friend seeing her naked. He continued to heal her lower back as his other hand massaged her thin neck.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this Hermione," he said smiling. His hand glided down her spine then back up to her shoulders.

"Mmmmhm," she hummed.

"I thought you said only good for nothing slags would enjoy my services?"

"Shut up. I'm injured," she justified her pleasure.

After around fifteen minutes of healing, he pulled away and tested her injury. "How does it feel now?"

"A whole lot better," she sighed in relief. "Still a little tender though.

Harry nodded. "Let it be for a day or so. If after that it's still tender, come back to see me."

"Okay, Harry. Thank you. Now finish my massage," she dropped her head back down to relax. Rolling his eyes, he got to work.

His hands spent a little more time than necessary on her delectable bum. He squeezed and massaged her oiled up cheeks, enjoying every time he split them apart and got to see her wet, little slit. Hermione had a trimmed bush of hair on her mound, but completely smooth pussy lips. His hands slid down her smooth legs, and he worked the muscles in her toned thighs. Her moans were getting him hard as he lowered to her sexy calves. Rubbing oil all over them felt incredible. Her moans got louder when the pads of his thumbs dug into the sensitive soles of her dainty feet. "Mmm Harry," he heard her whisper. He knew she was ready to take things a bit further.

He worked her feet every which way that he could, He rubbed her soles, massaged her arches, and even worked the area between her little, painted toes. She must have really liked that. The scent of her arousal filled the entirety of the small room.

Harry grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back. "Arms above your head," he ordered, pouring more oil on her sexy tummy. She blushed but did what he said. His hands rubbed the warm oil all over her belly, and she whimpered when he played with her belly button. Up his hands went, caressing her smooth skin until they cupped her beautiful B-Cup breasts. Hermione's breasts were a sight to behold. Large enough for a handful, they stood proudly on her porcelain chest, perky and inviting. They were capped with perfect pink nipples that were already rock hard. She arched her back as he squeezed a breast in each hand, rubbing oil into her nipples with his thumbs as he did so.

"Oh god, Harry!" Hermione was rubbing her naked thighs together trying to relieve some of the sexual frustration that was building up inside of her.

Harry was rubbing her overly sensitive nipples when she heard him say to spread her legs. She didn't even think about it. Her legs parted for him, exposing herself to her best friend for the first time. She felt him grab her thighs and spin her body around. Looking up, he was now standing between her parted thighs with his cock resting on her lower belly. And what a cock it was! It was huge! The biggest she'd seen by far. The only ones she'd ever seen were the ones in anatomy books and her husband's of course. She was out of her mind with lust. That was the only logical explanation as to why she grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before stuffing the large helmet-shaped head into her slick folds. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he groped her thighs while penetrating her for the first time.

"You feel so good Hermione," he groaned out. "You're so tight!" He reached between her legs and gathered up some of her juices on his thumb then pressed it against her engorged clit. Feeding magic directly into her clit had her back arching as she pawed at her lovely tits. Harry began fucking his bookworm of a friend.

Hermione watched Harry fucking her. She saw him staring at the area of penetration, and she blushed furiously! It was so naughty that just the thought of it was turning her on! Hermione pulled on her nipples as her breathing increased. She could feel the orgasm getting closer. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his cock rubbing against her silken walls, and the pleasure of his thumb working her clit. "Harry," she moaned out as she began to tighten. He grabbed her ankle, and she looked up at him. Her eyes widened as he sucked her toes into his mouth, his tongue wiggling against them! She clenched hard as her body started thrashing. She could hear the sloppy sounds of her pussy over her screams of "OH GOD YES!"

The only thing she could think of was, I'm glad I'm still on the potion,' as Harry marked her with his seed. Feeling his warm semen being squirted into her insides filled her with shame and pleasure. She had cheated on her husband, but at that moment, she didn't seem to care. She moaned like a wanton whore as Harry pulled out and let go of her clit. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, a kiss that she was happy to return.

"Now do you see why all those ladies keep coming back?" he asked, smirking like the prat he was!

"Yes," she breathed out heavily. There was no point in lying.

"I'll take a guess that you'll require more medical attention and will be back in a few days," he said smugly. The Bastard!

"Yes," she muttered again. Her back was still tender after all. Who was she to go against the advice of a medical professional? She was Hermione Granger, and always followed the rules!