Hermione woke up feeling warm and comfortable. She stretched and yawned, her arms automatically wrapping around something soft and yielding. She blinked, her eyes focusing as she realized she was still in bed with Vernon. He was spooning her, his naked body pressed tight against hers. His breathing was slow and rhythmic, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She could feel his flaccid cock pressed against her bottom, still warm from their lovemaking the morning.
Her mind drifted back to their encounter in the shower. The memory of his rough hands on her body, his fingers probing her deeply, made her heart race and her pussy tingle. She remembered how he had thrust into her, filling her up completely.
As she lay there, she felt a tiny trickle of pre-cum from his cock, leaking onto her bottom. It was oddly arousing. She reached down, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers. She traced the line of his shaft, marveling at its size and weight. She wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of her again.
Deciding that she couldn't resist any longer, she began to gently stroke his cock, her hand sliding up and down the length of him. His breath hitched, and he moaned softly in his sleep. His hips began to move slightly, grinding against her bottom, and she could feel him growing harder beneath her touch.
Hermione could feel herself getting wetter, and she knew that she needed more of him. She slid her hand lower, cupping his balls in her palm. He let out a deep groan, and his hips bucked against her again. She stroked him faster, marveling at the feel of his skin against hers.
The sound of the doorbell startled them both. Hermione glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it was already past noon. She'd completely forgotten about her duties as Vernon's bodyguard. The postman must have rung the bell several times already.
She sat up, quickly tugging the sheet over her bare body, and hurried out of the bedroom. As she approached the door, she could feel a blush creeping up her neck. She took a deep breath and opened it, trying to compose herself.
The postman, an older man with a knowing smile, held out a small package. "Sorry for the delay, miss. I kept ringing, but...well, you know how it is." He winked, and Hermione felt a hot flush spread across her cheeks. She took the package from him, muttering a quick thanks before closing the door.
Back in the bedroom, she set the package on the nightstand and sat down on the bed. Her heart was racing, and her body still ached with desire. She knew she couldn't go back to being Vernon's plaything, but she also couldn't ignore the powerful attraction she felt toward him.
As she sat there, trying to gather her thoughts, she remembered something Dumbledore had said to her once: "You have to be the one in control, Hermione. You have to be the one who sets the boundaries." She took a deep breath and decided that it was time for her to take charge of the situation.
"Vernon," she said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "I know what happened between us in the shower was...unexpected. And it's true that I enjoyed it. But I also feel like you owe me some answers."
Vernon sighed heavily, raking a hand through his hair. "Look, Hermione, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you like that. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done it." He paused, searching her face for any sign of forgiveness. "I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. I...I just wanted to feel close to you. ."
Vernon began, "I met Petunia when I was in my late 20s through a mutual friend. She was a bit plain looking, but there was something about her that drew me in. I, too, wasn't having much luck with women at the time.
As we started dating, I quickly realized that Petunia was very insecure and frustrated. She constantly compared herself to her younger and more beautiful sister, Lily. It seemed like she had always lived in the shadow of her sister's radiance.
One night, as we sat by the fireplace in Petunia's family home, she confided in me their deepest secret. Lily was a witch attending a secret school of magic. My curiosity piqued at this revelation, but I knew I had to tread carefully around Petunia's fragile emotions.
Eventually, I met Lily. She was as stunning as Petunia had described – a beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Despite feeling drawn to her magnetic presence, I knew pursuing Lily would mean losing Petunia forever.
It was around that time that I encountered James Potter, her future husband and the man who would be the bane of my existence. He was everything I wasn't – charming, charismatic, and seemingly carefree. The way he talked about magic, it was as if he owned it – something that I secretly envied.
"After they got married," Vernon continued, his eyes glazed with a distant sadness, "Lily and James had to go into hiding. You see, they had a child – Harry. The darkest wizard of all time was after him. Voldemort. He'd killed Lily and James, or so we thought. Dumbledore came to us, and handed Baby Harry and warned us to keep him safe or else we will face dire consequences. And here we are, decades later, still playing guardian to a boy who's never truly been ours."
Hermione's mind raced with questions. "But why did you treat Harry so poorly?" she demanded. "You knew he was in danger, you knew he was special."
Vernon's expression grew darker. "Petunia," he said through gritted teeth. "After Harry arrived, she changed. The bitterness and jealousy she had for her sister only grew worse. She took it out on him because she couldn't face her own feelings. And Dumbledore," he spat out the name, "he put us under some kind of enchantment. I couldn't leave her, couldn't tell anyone the truth. I was stuck with a wife who resented me and a nephew who was a constant threat due to his magic."
Hermione felt a pang of pity for him, but she knew that didn't excuse his actions. "That doesn't explain why you tried to take advantage of me," she said firmly. "Why did you lie about the dementors?"
SUMMARY1: Vernon reveals his and Petunia's history with Harry's parents, the enchantment that bound them to Harry, and Petunia's subsequent resentment and mistreatment of her nephew. Hermione confronts him about his lie regarding the dementors, seeking clarity on his intentions toward her.
Vernon looked away, his jaw clenching. "I wanted to... I don't know, Hermione. I just wanted to feel something other than fear and anger. And when I saw you, so strong and beautiful, I just... lost control."
Hermione felt a strange mix of anger and pity. She knew all too well the destructive power of desire and the lengths people would go to satisfy it. She took a deep breath. "Vernon, we can't let this happen again," she said firmly. "We need to set boundaries, for both our sakes."
Vernon nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "You're right," he said, his voice thick with regret. "I'll control myself.
He took a deep breath and began to explain his twisted plan. "You see, I've always resented Harry for ruining my marriage to Petunia. After she passed, I saw an opportunity. I thought if I could just get rid of them and send them away, I could convince the director to give me that promotion to the Philippines. A fresh start, you know?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly as she listened, trying to piece together the puzzle of Vernon's intentions. "So you wanted to marry a young woman there and start over?"
Vernon nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I had it all figured out. I'd be the big shot at work, living in a beautiful tropical country with a new, loving wife who didn't know about my past. Petunia and Dudley would be out of the picture, and I could finally live the life I felt I deserved."
He took another deep breath, his eyes meeting hers again. "But then I met you, Hermione. And everything changed. You're so different from anyone I've ever known. You're smart, strong, and beautiful. You challenge me, and you make me feel things I haven't felt in years."
"What are you saying, Vernon?" she whispered.
"I'm saying that I can't go through with it," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't marry someone else when I feel this way about you."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat at his confession. Despite the horror of their situation, she couldn't deny the intense connection that had formed between them. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out tentatively to touch his cheek. "Vernon, we can't do this. You know it's wrong," she said softly.
But as she looked into his eyes, she saw a desperation that mirrored her own confusion. He took her hand, pressing it against his chest. "But what if it wasn't just a mistake, Hermione?" he whispered. "What if what happened last night was... fate? Our bodies, our souls, they just... fit together. It was like nothing I've ever felt before."
Hermione felt a strange thrill at his words, despite the alarm bells ringing in her head. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the raw, magnetic pull that existed between them. It was as though they were two sides of the same coin, forever entwined by some invisible force.
"You tricked me," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of anger and desire. "You made me believe you were in danger, and then you... you took what wasn't yours to take."
Vernon looked at her with a hint of remorse in his eyes, but his hand remained firm on her hip, his erection pressing insistently against her. "I know," he admitted, his voice gruff. "But I couldn't help myself. You're just so... irresistible.
"And maybe," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you didn't completely resist. Perhaps deep down, you wanted it to happen as much as I did."
Hermione's mind reeled with his words. Could it be true? Was there some part of her that had craved this twisted connection? She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the anger that surged through her veins. "That's not an excuse, Vernon," she said firmly. "What you did was wrong, no matter what."
But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the flicker of doubt. Was it possible that he had picked up on some hidden longing within her? She had always been the one in charge, the one with the answers. Maybe, just for a moment, she had wanted to let go, to be swept away by something primal and uncontrollable.
"Hermione," he murmured . "We can't deny this. We're meant to be together." His thumb began to make slow, circular motions on her breasts, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her better judgment. She knew that she should pull away, that she should set firm boundaries, but the feel of him was too tempting. "Vernon," she said, her voice shaking. "We have to stop this. We can't let this happen again."
He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck as his hand slid down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. "Why not?" he whispered. "We both know it feels good. And no one ever has to know."
Hermione's resolve wavered as his fingers found her clit, gently stroking the swollen nub. She bit her bottom lip, trying to fight the moan that threatened to escape. "Because it's wrong," she managed to say, though her voice was a mere squeak.
Vernon leaned closer, his mouth against her ear. "But it feels so right," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "And we can be so much more to each other than just... this." His thumb circled her clit faster, and she felt her body begin to respond.
Against her will, Hermione felt her legs spreading, giving him better access. She knew that she was playing with fire, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. His touch was like a drug, making her feel alive in a way she never had before. She moaned softly as he pushed two fingers into her, his movements deliberate and slow.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "So tight and warm. You want me just as much as I want you."
Hermione felt a flush of embarrassment and arousal. It was true; she did want him. Despite her anger and fear, she couldn't deny the way her body was reacting to his touch. She closed her eyes, trying to regain control, but it was useless. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming.
"Vernon," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't stop."
The sound of her begging for more was music to his ears. He felt his cock throb in anticipation as he pushed his fingers deeper into her. Her walls clenched around him, and he knew she was close. He increased the speed of his thumb, feeling her hips begin to buck against his hand.
"Oh, Vernon," she moaned, her voice filled with need. "I'm going to cum."
He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss as her body tensed. His fingers never stopped moving, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her legs tightening around his waist.
With a final, desperate moan, she came, her body shuddering in his arms. Vernon felt her pussy clench around his fingers, her orgasm soaking him. He pulled away, breathing heavily, his own arousal reaching new heights.
Hermione lay there, her chest heaving, unable to believe what had just happened. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions – anger, desire, guilt. But the most powerful was a deep, primal need for more.
Vernon looked down at her, his expression a mix of triumph and hunger. He knew that he had crossed a line, but the way she had responded to him made it clear that she had crossed it with him. Her body had been his for the taking, and he had claimed it with a fierce, almost possessive need.
He couldn't help but feel a thrill of power as he watched her come undone. It was a heady feeling, one that made him want to push her even further, to see just how much she would give him. He pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweetness. "You're delicious," he murmured, watching the blush spread across her cheeks.
Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from his. She felt a strange mix of anger and desire, as if she were two different people fighting for control. "Vernon," she whispered, her voice shaking. "This isn't right."
But her words were drowned out by the thumping of their hearts and the sound of their ragged breathing. He leaned in closer, his cock pressing against her thigh. "I know it's not," he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. "But sometimes, the wrong things feel so right."
With trembling hands, Hermione reached down and took hold of his thick erection. She couldn't believe she was about to give in to him again, but her body demanded it. She stroked him slowly, feeling him grow even harder in her grip. His eyes closed, and his head fell back with a groan.
"Hermione," he breathed, his voice ragged with need. "Please."
It was the desperation in his tone that finally broke her resolve. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't resist the allure of his power and the way he made her feel. With a tremble of anticipation, she leaned down and took him into her mouth.
Hermione's warm, wet mouth enveloped Vernon's cock, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. She took him deeper, feeling his length fill her mouth. His hands found her hair, his grip tightening as he guided her movements. She felt a strange thrill at being under his control, at being the one to give him pleasure.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin. Vernon groaned, his hips bucking upward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She could feel his pulse quicken, his cock swelling with each stroke of her tongue. The sound of his pleasure spurred her on, and she took him deeper still.
Hermione's eyes watered, but she didn't stop. She had never felt this powerful before, never been the one to hold a man's desire in the palm of her hand. Or in her mouth, as the case may be. It was a heady feeling, one that she found herself craving more of.
Vernon's grip on her hair tightened, and she knew he was close. She redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him harder. His breathing grew ragged, and she could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth. With a final groan, he came, his hot seed filling her throat. She swallowed, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over her.
He pulled away, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. "Hermione," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're incredible."
But there was something in his gaze that made her stomach drop. It was a look she had seen before – the look of a man who had just realized the depth of his power. He reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to her feet. Before she could protest, he spun her around, pushing her down onto the floor.
The coldness of the tiles against her skin sent a shiver up her spine, but it was nothing compared to the fear that now gripped her. Vernon's hands were on her hips, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to show you what you're really made of," he growled, his voice low and filled with a dark promise.
Hermione tried to push herself up, to protest, but his grip was too strong. She felt his cock, still slick from her mouth, press against her ass, and she realized with a sickening jolt what he intended to do. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Vernon, please."
But he was beyond listening. He pulled her hips back, spreading her cheeks with one hand while the other guided his erection. Despite her fear, she felt a bead of wetness form between her legs – a traitorous response to the situation she found herself in. He took it as an invitation, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight anus.
"No, Vernon, please," she whimpered, her voice shaking. But her words fell on deaf ears as he pushed forward, breaching her in one swift, brutal motion. Hermione screamed, her body tensing up as pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She had never felt anything like this before – the intrusion was unbearable, stretching her to her limits.
Vernon paused, his breathing ragged, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him. He knew he had to be careful; he didn't want to hurt her too much, not yet. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Relax, Hermione. It'll be better if you just give in." His hand slid down her spine, his fingers gently caressing her back as he began to move again.
Her screams had turned to sobs, and she was shaking beneath him, but she didn't fight back. Hermione knew that resistance would only make it worse. She focused on her breathing, trying to find some semblance of control in the chaos. The pain was unbearable, but she could feel the muscles of her ass slowly giving way to him, stretching to accommodate his size.
Vernon's thrusts grew more confident, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move in a rhythm that sent waves of agony and an unwelcome arousal through her. She felt his hands move to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he drove into her, his breath hot against her neck. "You like it, don't you?" he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "You like giving the virginity of all your holes to me."
Hermione's mind reeled, torn between the pain and the perverse thrill of his words. She knew she should be disgusted, but instead, she felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. Her body was responding to him, betraying her in the worst way possible.
Vernon's thrusts grew deeper and faster, his hips slapping against her ass as he claimed her in a way she never thought she'd experience. Despite the pain, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure, her body reacting to the rhythmic assault. Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached around to stroke her clit, the sensation sending shockwaves through her.
Her walls tightened around him, and she felt her orgasm building, unwanted and unbidden. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but the sensation grew too intense. As much as she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure, she couldn't hold it in.
With a keening wail that was part pain and part pleasure, Hermione came, her body convulsing around his cock. The feeling was overwhelming, and she felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside out. Vernon groaned, his movements becoming more frantic as he neared his own climax.
Her orgasm seemed to spur him on, his thrusts growing more erratic. Hermione could feel her ass clenching around him, and she knew she was going to cum again. The thought of it, the humiliation of it, only made her more aroused. She had never been so out of control, so utterly at the mercy of another person.
"Oh, fuck," Vernon groaned, his hand moving faster on her clit. "You're going to make me cum, you little witch."
Hermione felt another wave of pleasure building inside her, and she couldn't fight it. Her body was no longer her own, it was a plaything for Vernon's dark desires. His strokes grew more urgent, and she could feel his cock swelling within her, preparing for release. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, the pain and pleasure blending into a toxic cocktail that was driving her mad.
And then it happened. With a final, brutal thrust, Vernon came, filling her ass with his hot seed. Hermione's body convulsed around him, her second orgasm ripping through her with a ferocity that left her trembling and gasping for breath. She felt his grip on her hips loosen as he panted heavily, his cock still pulsing within her.
For a long moment, they remained like that, their bodies joined in a twisted dance of power and submission. Then, with a grunt, Vernon pulled out, leaving her feeling both empty and violated. She lay there, her face pressed against the cold tiles, and she just fainted due to the heavy orgasm.
Her breaths grew shallower, and she felt his weight shift off of her. He had collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy and erratic. Exhaustion took over, and she could feel his body growing lax, his arm sliding over her side to pull her closer. Too drained to protest, she lay still, her eyes drifting shut.