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"Harry! You're naked!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes widening as he walked out of the shower, his towel slung lazily over one shoulder. Swinging nonchalantly between his legs was his massive beater bat of a cock, fully mast, and Harry couldn't help the smug smile that spread across his face as he saw her eyes widen further in shock.
Hermione had been watching the Gryffindor Quidditch practice session from the stands this morning, as she often did. And as the session concluded and the team went into the changing room for their debrief and shower, she had waited patiently in the stands, reading her Transfiguration textbook for what must have been the seventh time that year. She had put the book aside once his teammates had started filtering out of the changing room, expecting Harry to appear any minute.
But as the time flew by, and no Harry arrived, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. She quickly slipped into the changing room, preferring to wait in the warmth inside rather than the chill spring breeze outside. She recognised his clothes on one of the benches, and could hear the shower still running in the other room, so she decided to wait it out. She didn't know what it was she had expected would happen exactly, but for Harry to walk out stark naked and with his cock out, hard and ready for action, swinging menacingly from side to side between his legs, certainly hadn't been it.
Which brought her back to her current predicament. Harry, towel slung over his shoulder, was looking at her, a playful smirk on his face. "You could have told me you were coming, Hermione," he said, eyes dancing with amusement. "I wouldn't have put on a show then."
His cock bobbed and bounced with each step he took towards the bench she was seated at, and he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes were following its every movement.
"I... I guess..." Hermione stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
Harry chuckled in response, sitting down next to her and draping the towel over his lap, creating a mountain of white fabric that did little to hide the shape of his erection that still stood proudly between his legs. She looked beautiful when she was flustered, Harry thought, her cheeks flushed with desire and her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Harry had always loved teasing Hermione. Ever since their first year, when she'd been so prim and proper, he'd found a certain joy in watching her squirm. And now, with her grown into a woman, the game had only become more interesting.
"Why did you ask, then?" Harry asked, leaning in closer to her, his voice a low growl.
Hermione swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to meet his before darting away again.
"I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry chuckled, taking the towel in hand as he stood up once more. With the towel no longer obscuring the view, it swung freely between his legs, and Hermione couldn't stop her eyes from feasting on his fantastic specimen as he began to dry himself off.
"You're staring," he said, turning to face her as he dried his hair. His cock was hard and angry as it faced her, now level with her pretty face.
Hermione's eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "I... I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely audible. "I couldn't help it..."
Harry smirked, walking towards her until he stood either side of her legs. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath hitched as he stood there, his cock mere inches from her face.
"You don't need to be sorry," he said reassuringly. "I like it when you look at me."
Hermione's eyes flicked up to meet his, a question in her gaze. "But... why are you still... you know?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink as she nodded towards his cock, as if to highlight the fact that it was standing proudly at attention, pointing threateningly at her lips.
"Erect?"
Hermione nodded, biting her lip nervously.
"I was having a wank in the shower," he admitted, his voice as casual as if he was discussing the weather. Hermione's eyes widened even further, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "But I couldn't finish," he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned in closer to her. "Needed a bit more stimulus."
Hermione swallowed hard, her eyes flicking from his face to his cock and back again. "You didn't need to tell me that," she said, her voice cracking as she spoke.
Harry laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down her spine. The rumble of his laughter made his cock bob aggressively, and Hermione almost went cross-eyed as she tracked its movements, swinging back and forth mere inches from her face. She licked her lips unconsciously, the tip of her tongue darting out to taste the air.
"Why not?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You asked, after all."
Hermione's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she looked away, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But all she found was an eyeful of cock.
"You know, Hermione," Harry began, his voice laced with amusement, "I've always found your prudishness rather amusing. You're like a little mouse, all skittish and nervous, but I know there's a lioness hidden beneath all that."
Hermione bristled at his words, her cheeks growing even redder. "I am not prudish!" she protested, though her voice lacked conviction.
Harry just laughed. "You are," he said, his cock bobbing and swaying with each movement. Hermione couldn't help but watch, her eyes drawn to the sight like a moth to a flame.
"You're... you're not ashamed of that, are you?" she asked after a moment.
Harry glanced down at his cock, a wicked grin spreading across his face. It was a sight to behold, long and thick, with a prominent vein running along the underside. It was hard and angry, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "Ashamed? Of this?" he asked, giving it a playful wave. "Never."
Hermione's eyes widened at the sight, and she quickly looked away once more, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "I... I can't believe you just did that," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
Harry just laughed, his cock dancing in front of her face with every movement he made. "You're blushing, Hermione," Harry said, his voice a low rumble. "You like what you see."
Hermione's breath hitched, her eyes following the movement of his hand as it wrapped around his cock. She couldn't help but watch as he began to stroke it, his hand moving up and down the length in a slow, teasing rhythm.
"Do you want to touch it, Hermione?" Harry suddenly asked.
Hermione's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "N- No... I can't..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, though her hand twitched as if betraying her thoughts.
"You can," he said. "Go on, Hermione. Touch me."
Hermione hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking from his face to his cock and back again. But then, with a deep breath, she reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his length.
Harry groaned at the sensation, his cock twitching in her hand. Hermione's touch was like a spark to dry tinder, and he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her soft, delicate fingers on his hard, throbbing length.
"It's... it's so big," she said in wonder, her tiny fingers unable to fully wrap around his massive girth.
Harry just chuckled, his hips thrusting forward unconsciously as she began to stroke him, her fingers moving up and down his length in a slow but steady rhythm.
"Is this good?" she asked after a moment, her voice hesitant.
Harry groaned, his head falling back as he enjoyed the sensations. He loved the way she looked up at him then. She looked so innocent and pure, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and yet she was touching his cock, her fingers wrapped around his girth as she stroked him lovingly.
"Yes, but you can go a bit faster," he growled. "This is going to take a while if you keep going like this, Hermione," he added, shooting a quick glance towards the door, a teasing smile on his lips, as if warning her of the dangers of prolonging their little moment of indulgence.
Hermione's eyes widened at the implication, and she quickly began to stroke him faster, her fingers moving up and down his length in a steady rhythm.
He could help but laugh at her sudden urgency, and the enthusiasm in which she seemed to be stroking him with. His cock twitched in response, threatening to slip free of her gentle grasp as she raced to make him cum.
"Fuck, you look beautiful like this, Hermione," he groaned, his eyes locked on the sight of her hand, moving up and down his length, her fingers wrapped around his girth.
Hermione smiled at the compliment. "You think so?" she asked, looking up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. Her hands sped up in response, and she was now stroking him in earnest, her fingers dancing along the length of his cock.
Harry nodded, his eyes dropping to her mouth as she licked her lips unconsciously.
"I do," he said. "You've always been beautiful, Hermione, but right now... Between my legs, with my cock in your hands, you look absolutely gorgeous."
Hermione huffed in disbelief, but the smile on her face grew a little wider. "Harry! You can't say things like that!" she protested, but she never stopped stroking him. She loved his compliments, Harry knew. She loved knowing that he found her attractive, that he was turned on by the sight of her, regardless of how crass or dirty his words might be.
"Why not?" Harry asked, his eyes locked with hers. "I like saying things like that," he added with a smirk. "It's fun to see you blush."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible," she said. But her hands only moved quicker along his length, and she couldn't stop another small smile from forming on her lips.
"You know how you would look even better, though?" Harry asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining with curiosity. She looked like ready to pounce on his words, ready to do whatever it might be to get another compliment from him.
"Tell me," she said, her hands finally stilling along his length.
Harry stepped closer, his hips thrusting forward, sliding his cock along her delicate fingers until the very tip was a mere inch from her lips. He could feel her warm breath against the sensitive skin of the head, and he couldn't help but groan at the sensation as a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip.
"My cock between your pretty lips," he groaned.
Hermione stared at him, incredulous. "Harry!" she protested, but she couldn't keep the smile from her face, and she couldn't stop the slight tremble in her hands as she felt his cock twitching at the tip of her fingers.
Harry just laughed, his hips thrusting forward once more, sliding his cock along her fingers as he began to slowly fuck her hands.
"You like that idea, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he looked down at her, his eyes locked with hers.
Hermione huffed in disbelief, but she couldn't stop the blush from spreading across her cheeks. She didn't speak, didn't deny his accusation, and Harry could see in her eyes that he was right.
"You'd look like a goddess, Hermione," Harry groaned. "Your plump lips wrapped around my cock, your eyes looking pleadingly up at me as I slide my cock deep into your throat... you'd be the most beautiful woman in the world, Hermione."
Hermione stared at him, her eyes wide and full of desire. Her lips were trembling slightly, her heart beating like a drum against her ribs. Harry could see her tongue dart out, licking her lips as if in anticipation of the delicacy she was about to feast on.
"Harry... please," she said, her voice barely audible.
"Please what?" Harry asked, his voice low, anticipating her next words.
"Please... let me try," she said, her voice trembling.
Harry looked down at her, his eyes locked with hers, and he could see the hunger, the desire, in her gaze. She was begging him for it, begging him to let her taste him, to take him into her mouth, to pleasure him with her lips and tongue. To give her a chance at becoming the goddess he had painted with his words.
Harry smirked, his hips thrusting forward, sliding his cock along her delicate fingers until the tip was a mere inch from her lips. He could see her eyes widen in anticipation, and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
"You want this, don't you, Hermione?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Hermione stared at him, her eyes wide and full of desire. She nodded, her breath hitching as she spoke, "Yes... please, Harry."
Harry smirked, and with a wicked grin, he suddenly stepped forward and slapped her cheek with his cock, the tip leaving a wet smear of pre-cum across her cheek.
Hermione squeaked in surprise, her eyes widening as she looked up at him, her hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the wetness away.
"Harry!" she protested, but her smile was wider than ever and her voice lacked any real conviction. She knew that he was humiliating her by doing this, and she knew that she should have been angry. But she couldn't help the thrill that ran through her body, the surge of adrenaline that made her heart race.
"You're so cute when you're blushing," Harry said, his eyes shining with amusement as he looked down at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. "I'm not cute," she pouted, but she couldn't keep the amusement from her voice.
Harry laughed, his hips thrusting forward once more. This time, however, he didn't pull back. Instead, he kept pressing forward, smearing his cock's pre-cum across her cheek. Then, as if he were a master painter, he began to paint his masterpiece, sliding his cock across her delicate features, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.
Her skin was like the finest silk, soft and smooth to the touch. Harry took his time, sliding his cock over her face, from cheek to cheek, and back again.
Hermione stared at him, her eyes wide and full of desire as he did so. She made no move to stop him, and instead, she let him paint his masterpiece, her eyes following every movement of his cock the best she could.
Then, with a final slide along her lips, Harry allowed the tip of his cock to rest upon her bottom lip. He could see her lips quiver as she felt the heat of his cock against her skin, and he couldn't help but groan at the sight.
Hermione looked up at him then, her eyes shining with desire, and she made a move that surprised even herself.
She started nibbling on the tip of his cock with her lips, giving it a series of delicate kisses, her tongue also darting out to taste the salty pre-cum that leaked from his slit.
Her eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping her lips as she felt the taste of him against her tongue. Harry could see the pleasure spreading across her face, the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled as she savoured the taste of him.
Hermione smiled, her eyes fluttering open once more as she looked up at him, her lips pressed against the tip of his cock. She looked beautiful, Harry thought, her eyes sparkling with desire and her plump lips by his cock. Right where they belonged.
"Fuck, Hermione," Harry groaned, his eyes locked with hers. "You look so fucking beautiful with my cock against your lips."
Hermione smiled against his cock, her eyes sparkling with pleasure as she heard his words. She had never felt so desirable before.
"Don't get me wrong, Hermione. You've always been beautiful," Harry said, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair, his grip tightening as he spoke. "But right now, when you're playing with my cock, when you're sucking on the tip of my dick with your pretty lips... you look like you were born for this. Like the only reason your parents had you was to make you my cock-sucking whore."
That finally made Hermione pull back, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment as she looked up at him. She was about to protest, to deny his words, but then she saw the teasing smile on his face, and she couldn't help but smile back.
"You're so dirty, Harry," she said, laughing despite herself. "Fine! I'll be your cock-sucking whore," she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could think better of it.
Harry laughed, his cock bobbing in front of her face as he did. "That's the spirit, Hermione," he said, his hands still tangled in her hair. "Now, be a good little girl and open up, would you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she opened her mouth wider. Then, with a little shiver of anticipation, she finally took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as he thrust it into her mouth.
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