Sure enough, Hermione was back in Harry's room as swiftly as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered. Things were going so well that, despite her initial hesitation about becoming one of Harry's coven, she knew this wasn't an opportunity she could pass up. Not only would she help ensure the survival of a species, but with Harry's Silver Tongue, they could change the Wizarding World for the better.
The thought of Harry pinning her down and having his way with her however he pleased instantly dampened her knickers. That was just an added bonus—though, in the moment, her raging hormones told her it was the main event. The logical side of her brain reminded her that this was it. This would be her chance to make an impact, at Harry's side.
She stood coyly at the top of the staircase, leaning slightly against the archway. She had foregone her Hogwarts robes for the feast, opting instead for her usual school shoes, tie, and pleated skirt. Her cheeks flushed as she shifted her weight, keenly aware that she wasn't wearing any knickers. What had come over her? She'd never done anything so risqué before, but Harry seemed to awaken something new in her. His magical touch had always excited her, but now it felt like much more.
Once Harry was ready, she descended the staircase ahead of him with a noticeable spring in her step. As they approached the portrait door, she paused, waiting until she heard his footsteps behind her.
"Oh, and by the way," she said softly, not turning around. She grabbed the hem of her skirt, quickly lifted it, and dropped it, flashing him her bare backside.
Harry instantly felt a surge of arousal, but before he could react, she stepped into the corridor. Without saying another word, Hermione trotted onto the Grand Staircase ahead of him, mingling seamlessly with the throng of students heading to the feast. As if nothing had happened, she began a casual conversation with Harry about their homework.
It was infuriating. His trousers were painfully tight, and he silently thanked the gods he'd decided to wear robes, even if she hadn't.
She took his hand as they chatted, but his mind was far too preoccupied for anything more than one-word answers. As they descended from the fourth to the third floor, he caught a mischievous glint in her eye. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
By the time they reached the third-floor landing, Harry couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her arm roughly, he pulled her through a group of confused third-years, around a corner, and toward the statue of the One-Eyed Witch.
"Harry, what are you—?" Hermione began to protest.
"Dissendium," he said sharply, directing the command at the statue. The passage slid open, and he pulled her inside.
After sealing the entrance behind them, he turned to Hermione, who was staring at him with a mix of irritation and amusement—an expression he found utterly delightful.
"Turn around and bend over," he ordered.
"Harry, there's no time," she protested, but his intense gaze left her no room for argument. Reluctantly, she complied.
Harry dropped to his knees, lifting her skirt to reveal her already glistening folds. Without hesitation, he dove in, plunging his tongue into her wetness. Hermione's initial gasps quickly turned to breathy moans as he alternated between teasing her clit and delving deeper.
Her legs began to tremble as she neared climax, but just as she was on the verge, Harry stopped.
"What? Why?" Hermione asked breathlessly, struggling to steady herself as Harry reopened the passage.
"You're right," Harry smirked. "We don't have time. But consider that both a reward and a punishment—for your little show earlier. And a promise for what's waiting for you when we're back in my room."
Hermione scowled at him but followed him back out to the Grand Staircase without another word.
As they ate dinner in the Great Hall, the conversation turned to the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.
"I bet Fleur's gonna be gutted now that you're with Hermione," Seamus remarked. "Bet she's never had a date cancel on her before."
"He's not," Hermione interjected coolly. "I trust him. The tournament's supposed to be about international magical cooperation, after all—to make friends."
Harry leaned closer to Hermione and whispered, "Would you like me to ask if she's okay with you coming along?"
"I don't want to ruin your date," Hermione replied, pursing her lips thoughtfully.
"It could be our date with her," Harry suggested.
Hermione's eyes lit up at the idea, and Harry added, "I can only ask."
"Why don't I?" Hermione said suddenly, noticing Fleur standing and preparing to leave. Without waiting for Harry's response, she got to her feet and hurried after the French Champion.
"Fleur!" Hermione called. "Fleur Delacour!"
The blonde turned, her perfectly sculpted features set in a slight frown.
"Bonne nuit, Fleur," Hermione began brightly. "I'm—"
"'Ermione Granger," Fleur interrupted with a touch of impatience. "You are 'Arry's best friend—and, some say, ze cleverest witch in ze school. And now… his girlfriend?"
"I… How did you know?" Hermione stammered, caught off guard.
"I am Veela," Fleur replied matter-of-factly, folding her arms. "I can smell ze… intimacy. Are you 'ere to tell me to cancel my date with 'Arry? If so, 'e will 'ave to ask me 'imself."
"No, actually," Hermione said, blushing as she noticed Fleur's defensive folding of her arms.
"Oh?" Fleur's expression softened slightly.
Hermione hesitated before speaking again. "I was wondering if I could join you both… on your date, that is."
Fleur tilted her head curiously. "I do not want to be… how do you say… a third wheel."
"No!" Hermione interrupted, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "What I mean to say is—would you take both of us on the date? I… I'm attracted to you too, Fleur."
"Vraiment?" Fleur's brows rose in surprise, a faint blush tinting her porcelain cheeks.
"Oui," Hermione murmured, her heart racing. "Vraiment."
"Well, zen yes," Fleur said, her demeanor brightening. "Please come togezzer. You are quite beautiful, 'Ermione."
"Thank you," Hermione said shyly, failing to notice how Fleur subtly pushed out her chest and began twirling a strand of silver hair. "We'll see you then."
"Oui, you shall," Fleur replied with a dazzling smile.
Hermione practically floated back to the Gryffindor table, her cheeks pink with excitement.
"It's a yes," Hermione whispered in Harry's ear as she sat down.
"Brilliant!" Harry grinned.
"What's brilliant?" Fred asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing," Harry replied, before turning back to Hermione. "You're racking up the points this week, gorgeous. At this rate, you might win the cup."
"There's a cup?" Hermione asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Of course there's a cup," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "And I bet I get more points than you this year."
Hermione snorted. "I don't think you will, Ronald."
Thirty minutes later.
"Right then, Miss Granger," Harry said importantly, pacing back and forth in front of Hermione, who was seated on the edge of his bed. "I've been thinking, and if you're going to continue to be a good girl for me, some things are going to have to change. I am the Siren King—not Master, not Sir. I am your Lord."
Hermione's stomach fluttered. "Yes, my Lord."
"Continue being a good girl, and you'll be rewarded. Fail to do so, and you'll be punished. You can win or lose points."
He walked to his desk and picked up the parchment he'd been finalizing while Hermione was getting ready for the feast.
"So far," Harry continued, "you've only won points. I've decided to change a few things. You don't just get ten points for that amazing blowjob yesterday—you'll get another ten for your preparation. For your naked dash earlier, another ten, and for your wonderful idea of wearing no knickers… hmm… I like surprises, so you can have twenty. That puts you at fifty points. Here's a list of how to earn points and how to spend them."
Potter Points
Tasks for earning points:
An excellent blowjob without being asked – 10 points.
Outstanding dirty talk – 10 points.
Waking me up with a blowjob – 10 points.
Waking me up riding my cock – 15 points.
Keeping your pussy shaved – 10 points a week.
A handjob under the desk in class – 30 points.
Cheeky flashing – 10 points.
Dragging me into a private space to have your way with me – 20 points.
Something exciting I hadn't thought of – 25 points.
Wearing a working vibrator through class (it can be silenced) – 20 points.
Anal sex – 50 points.
Double penetration using a toy – 70 points.
Completing any of my fantasies for the first time will earn you 50 points.
Fantasies:
Sex outside.
Sex on a broom.
Sex with your parents in the next room, with no silencing charms.
Threesome.
Foursome.
Orgies.
Gothic look.
Sexy nurse (yes, I know it's cliché).
Spending points:
Points are cumulative and deducted from the total when spent. I may decline any of these at any time.
Bath together – 10 points.
Shower sex – 10 points.
I will blindfold you – 20 points.
You may blindfold me – 50 points.
I will tie you up or stick you to an object – 35 points.
I will choke you while you cum – 15 points.
Asking to sit on my face – 10 points.
Waking me up by sitting on my face – 30 points.
Pain play (within reason) – 50 points.
I will wear whatever you desire for 1 hour – 50 points.
All remaining points (must be a minimum of 70): You have full control over when I get to cum for 24 hours.
When the coven is added to, you can have alone time with me, no questions asked, at a rate of 25 points per hour.
At the end of the school year, if you collect a total of 500 points, I will get a Time Turner from the Ministry, and you can have your way with as many Harrys as you like.
"My, you have been busy," Hermione said with a sultry smirk. "I definitely think I'll be ready for the House Cup at the end of the year."
"If you can earn it," Harry challenged.
"Oh, I'll earn it, my Lord," she replied with such vehemence that it made his cock twitch. "Now, I'd like to spend some points, please."
"Absolutely, my darling. What do you have in mind?"
"Why don't you draw us a bath?" Hermione suggested, her chocolate eyes twinkling.
"Your wish is my command."
Twenty minutes later, they were both comfortably situated in the hot, soapy water of Harry's bathtub. The warmth soaked away the day's exhaustion, particularly the strain from climbing the endless Hogwarts stairs. The spacious tub allowed them to sit opposite each other with plenty of room, though Harry quietly regretted the purple tap Hermione had insisted on. He had, of course, caught a glimpse of Hermione's incredible form as she climbed in, but now the water was high, bubbles clinging stubbornly to her curves, obscuring everything tantalizing.
For ten minutes, they soaked in contented silence, enjoying the peaceful moment.
"So," Harry began, breaking the stillness as he lazily ran a hand through the perfumed bubbles, "why are we having a bath when we both already showered earlier? Not that I'm complaining."
"Baths are different. They're relaxing," Hermione replied, her long, bushy hair slightly straightened where it touched the water. "And sharing one with you—it's intimate."
Harry smiled. "It is pretty nice. You can definitely spend points on this again."
"You've already had a bath with Ginny, though," Hermione pointed out, a slight edge to her tone.
"I did, but there's no need to be jealous."
"I'm not jealous," she countered quickly. "Just… is there anything you haven't done before?"
Harry chuckled. "Plenty. All the fantasies on the list. Act-wise, I haven't done anal yet. Ginny mentioned wanting to try it too."
Hermione's cheeks flushed. "Well, I'm taking your anal virginity," she declared, a little too loudly.
"Are you now?" Harry asked, raising an amused eyebrow.
Hermione's bravado faltered. She swallowed and flicked her gaze downward. "Yes, my Lord. She's not part of our coven yet, and I call dibs."
"Do you indeed?" Harry's amusement deepened as he stood and sat on the edge of the tub, his feet still in the water. "Come here. Bend over."
"W-what?" Hermione stammered, her heart racing. "I'm not—"
"Relax. Not now," Harry reassured her with a soft chuckle. "But still, come here. Stand in the water and bend over my lap."
"Yes, my Lord," she murmured, shivering as she complied.
With a splash, Hermione rose from the water, bubbles clinging to her curves as she waded toward him. Her large, perfect breasts remained frustratingly covered by the frothy suds as she bent over his lap, her plump, wet ass glistening in the dim bathroom light.
"You deserve to be punished," Harry said calmly. "Do you know why?"
"I…" Hermione stammered, her mind blank.
Harry's hand came down sharply on her left cheek with a resounding smack that echoed off the tiles. Hermione yelped, biting her lip as a delicious warmth spread through her body.
"That's for distracting me with your nakedness and interrupting my studies. And what else?"
"Erm—"
Another firm spank made her gasp, the sting sending shivers down her spine. Harry gently caressed the red mark he'd left, resisting the temptation of her glistening pussy so close to him.
"For commanding me to work in Charms when you knew I was already ahead," Harry said.
Hermione turned her head slightly. "But that was because—"
Her protest was cut off by another sharp smack, drawing a small moan from her lips.
"That's for talking back," Harry said firmly.
"Whatever," she muttered, smirking in anticipation.
Another spank followed, this time on her right cheek. The heat built with each stroke, spreading through her core as her breaths grew heavier.
"And that," Harry continued, his voice low, "is for locking me out of the shower. But this…" He trailed a finger down the crack of her ass before rubbing her slick pussy gently. "…this is for being such an incredible little tease."
Hermione moaned softly, her body trembling as Harry's fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her breathing grew shallow, her moans higher, until he stopped abruptly and motioned for her to move away.
She stood, pouting. "Not fair! I was so close—and I thought we were going to shag."
"Oh well," Harry said with a dramatic shrug, his gaze lingering on her dripping, nubile form. "I guess you haven't teased me enough."
Hermione frowned, then straightened her back. "Stand up."
"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised.
"Erm…" Hermione hesitated. "Please, my Lord, will you do as I ask for just a moment?"
Harry smiled indulgently and rose to his full height, the water streaming off his broad chest and shoulders. Hermione couldn't help but gulp as her eyes travelled downward, landing on his hard, throbbing member.
She reached for a shower puff on the tub's edge and scooped up a generous amount of bubbles. "Turn, please," she requested shyly.
Harry complied, and Hermione stepped closer, her hands tentative as she began scrubbing his back. The rough texture of the puff contrasted with the softness of her fingertips, which occasionally brushed his skin.
"You're thorough," Harry murmured, his voice tinged with amusement as she worked her way down.
"I aim to please," Hermione replied, her cheeks warming as she spent extra time on his firm ass and thighs.
"And turn again," she instructed breathlessly.
Now face-to-face, the charged intimacy between them was nearly overwhelming. Hermione scrubbed his chest, her delicate touch teasing and deliberate, before moving lower. When she reached his cock and balls, she handled him gently, her wet hands smoothing away the bubbles.
"That was lovely, Miss Granger," Harry said, pulling her to her feet. "I think that earns you ten points."
Hermione beamed at the praise, handing over the puff. Harry took his turn, starting from her thighs and working upward. When he reached her breasts, he took his time, lathering them thoroughly.
"Enjoying yourself, my Lord?" Hermione giggled.
"Miss Granger," Harry replied with mock severity, "how dare you accuse me of anything but proper hygiene."
"Then by all means, carry on," she teased, thrusting her chest toward him.
Harry chuckled as he dripped water over her skin, watching with fascination as the bubbles slid off her pink, pert nipples.
"Turn," he commanded. She obeyed, and he scrubbed her shoulders.
"You're tense," he noted after a moment.
"Too many books," she admitted with a soft laugh.
"You know, there's a Featherlight Charm for that."
"Yes, but that feels like cheating," Hermione replied.
Harry smirked at her stubbornness, then set the puff aside. His thumbs dug into her tight muscles, and she let out soft, appreciative moans. He was acutely aware of his erection pressing against her perfect, pert behind, but for now, he simply revelled in the intimacy.
Picking up the puff again, it was her ass that he paid attention to next, and when he was done, he commanded, "Lean forward, hands on the side please."
Hermione glanced back, smirking before wading over a few steps and presenting her ass to him.
"Like this?" she asked cheekily, giving her booty a little shake. It was almost too much, her round ass and pussy glistening as it did, but now was time.
"Yes," Harry said lowly, wading over to her, cock in hand. "Exactly like that."
Hermione couldn't help but arch her back as she felt the tip of his large cock pressing against her folds.
"Please, my Lord," she breathed. "Give it to me."
Slowly, almost painfully, Harry pushed his cock inside her, revelling in the hot warmth while Hermione moaned lowly.
"Oh fuck," Hermione panted as he felt her man completely fill her, "This is… gonna be… my favourite."
Harry took both of her still slightly inflamed, soft buttocks in his grasp, pulled back and drove back into her hard. Hermione moaned loudly, her pussy moistening quickly despite the drying nature of the bathwater. His wet thighs on her wet ass collided again with a delightful smack and Harry started a pace of spaced out. but powerful thrusts.
"Oh, fucking hell," Hermione moaned. "You're so fucking deep."
Loud smacks sounded again and again as Harry picked up the pace. He spanked her ass once more as a reward for her throwing her ass back onto him in time and delighted in the way the creamy flesh rippled.
"Fuck, go faster, ahh, your balls keep hitting my clit," she cried. He drove into her again and again until finally, her moans became screams, her body writhing as she came. Harry slowed to a stop, still buried deep within her.
"Yep," Hermione panted, "Favourite position."
"We've not tried them all yet," Harry pointed out.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Let's get out."
A minute later, they were out of the bath and Harry had just waved his wand to dry the soaking tiled floor, before drying himself and Hermione. She stared at him expectantly, her gorgeous face and beautiful form both somehow innocent and sultry.
"Your idea, my Lord?" she asked simply.
"I was thinking… well… I don't need it, but you can also cast the featherlight charm on people."
Hermione blushed. "So you can."
He waved his wand, casting the charm nonverbally. For a moment it felt to Hermione as if tingles were spreading all across the surface of her skin, but then they disappeared just as fast as they'd come.
Harry rushed towards her and picked her up underneath her arms. She didn't weigh more than a bag of sugar and so she rose quickly, letting out an excited squeal and a giggle before she wrapped her legs around his waist.
While, to Harry, she had next to no weight, to her she felt normal. She took his cock in her dainty fingers, shuffled, and then sank onto him. She moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering back in her head as Harry let out a loud exhale from sheer pleasure. He brought his hands to her arse and grasped the pliant cheeks firmly.
Next, she locked her hands around the back of his head and drew him in for a long, passionate kiss. The heady sensations of their intertwining tongues were soon broken though, when Hermione ended the kiss suddenly.
She leaned slightly forward, and in a half whisper, she murmured, "My Lord, fill my tight, wet pussy until I can barely walk."
Harry let out a steady exhale, lifted her and brought her down hard. Her loud moan rang like music to his ears and he roughly dragged her up and down his length again.
"Ooh fuck yes," Hermione moaned, kissing him firmly before sucking on his lip, biting it and letting it go. "Fucking give it to me."
"Like this?" Harry smirked. He set an immediate rapid pace. With her weighing next to nothing, he could roughly impale her on his shaft with reckless abandon. In less than ten seconds, her moans became screams, her body shivering around him as she yelled, "Yes Harry, I'm cumming!"
Their foreheads were pushed together, and Hermione's screaming orgasm was only the first of this position, and for its intensity, the smallest. Harry was driven on by her screams, the sight of her exquisite breasts jiggling violently before him and the feeling of the tight walls of her orgasming pussy as they clenched and unclenched around his length. He drove her down harder and harder.
"Yes, Yes, That's it, baby, fucking use my pussyaaaaAAAH," she cried into his shoulder, coming again, barely hanging onto him with one hand while he rag-dolled her.
The screams went on and on, and Harry felt the end was near. Animalistic need drove him as he impaled her over and over. As he came her last orgasm somehow rolled into another, more powerful one. Her body jerked of its own accord as she absolutely fucking howled, letting out long, earsplitting screams only broken by the force of her hitting the base of his shaft.
Slowly they moved to a halt, and Harry lowered Hermione to the floor. However, when her feet touched the floor, her knees buckled and he had to catch her again. Instead, he carried her panting form to the bed and laid her down gently before lying beside her.
Ten minutes later, she'd finally recovered enough to speak.
"That was so… oh I'm so sore."
"Are you okay?" he asked in concern. Things had gotten a bit mad there.
"Yeah,' Hermione sighed, "I'm… deliciously sore."
Harry chuckled and watched her turn onto her side, her bare breasts jiggling making him hard once more.
"Already!?" Hermione said incredulously. "We really need to get you some more girls, and some potions to stop the soreness if we're gonna do that again. In fact..."
Shakily she got to her feet.
"It might help going in the bath again," she said, before spotting the gleam in his eyes. "And no my Lord, you aren't joining me. Your dick is massive and I'd like to be able to walk to Hogsmeade this weekend, thanks. I might be walking funny as it is."
The next morning, Harry was dismayed when he woke to find that Hermione wasn't there. Regardless of his raging morning wood, he was quickly becoming accustomed to her soft warmth and the contentment he felt simply lying next to her. After her second bath, they'd chatted for a little while, enjoying the new closeness of their relationship. This morning though, the only sign she'd left was a little note on the pillow she'd slept on saying that she'd gone for some potions and a run and she'd see him at breakfast.
She was there, beaming at him when he arrived in the Great Hall, but their first classes before lunch were fairly boring. They ate a quick lunch and headed back to the room. When she dropped her bag on the floor next to Harry's desk, however, she spun on the spot with an incredulous look on her face.
"I knew it!" she said. "She's following us. We might need to be careful, Harry. I've heard about this 'Church of the Prophet', and I wonder if she's one of them. They can be fanatical."
"Who?"
"Lottie, of course!" she replied with a roll of her eyes.
"Give over, she's just friendly. Besides, she doesn't know anyone. Maybe she just needs a friend," said Harry, sitting down on the bed.
"She didn't even finish her food and left right after us."
"So?" Harry shrugged. "Maybe she just wasn't hungry."
"Yeah, maybe," Hermione said with a slanted smile. "I do want to talk to you though. I've been thinking."
"What about?"
Then she launched into a big monologue about how much good he could do with his powers, how they should start now, and that they should start by freeing the house-elves.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea," was Harry's short reply.
"Why? Slavery is wrong."
"I agree, but maybe before we make such an abrupt change, we should evaluate what would actually happen."
"Well, they'll all be free, won't they?" Hermione frowned. "That can only be a good thing."
"And how much of a change would it make to our world? Like you said, I made stupid changes. We need to evaluate them. How many bank transactions, shop transactions are all done through elves?"
"They could be paid to do that," Hermione retorted, folding her arms defensively.
"If they want that. You know they don't want to be free."
"Of course they don't. It's classic Stockholm Syndrome," Hermione sneered pompously, the know-it-all coming out full force.
"Are you sure?" Harry challenged with raised eyebrows, not willing to back down. "I mean, have you asked them why the majority don't want to be? Really discussed it with them?"
Hermione gritted her teeth. "No."
"Well, I tell you what. Make a plan about what will happen after actually talking to them about being freed, and then we'll discuss it."
"Fine." Hermione snapped, picking up her bag and stalking out of the room and down the stairs without another word. Harry laid back on his bed and sighed. That could've gone better.
She didn't say a word to him in Charms or Herbology and deliberately chose to sit next to Ron instead, decidedly not even casting a glance his way. Truth be told, he'd known this was how Hermione would get once she found out about what his new powers really were. As bright and passionate as she was, she became overly zealous and self-righteous with those traits from time to time. He wasn't mad at her; he just hoped it wouldn't be too long before she came around. Alas, she wasn't even anywhere to be seen at the evening feast. He even checked in the library afterwards and in Gryffindor Tower, but she was nowhere to be found.
A little despondent, he made his way back to his room, did a little homework, and began to get ready for bed. He stripped off his clothes, dimmed the lights, and, after pulling open a chest of drawers, put on a pair of loose, cream-and-red check pyjama bottoms. He'd just slid the deep oak drawer to a close when he heard footsteps coming from the staircase. A half-smile spread across his face. It could easily be Ginny.
"Hi," came the soft voice of Hermione a moment later.
Harry's slight smile turned to a beam, and he turned on the spot to see her standing there awkwardly, wearing a set of scarlet pyjamas and a contrite expression.
"Hi," he replied brightly to show there was no enmity between them. "Are you alright? You weren't at the feast."
"Yeah," she said listlessly. "I ate in the kitchens with the house-elves. You were right. They don't want to be freed because their wizard's magic is like their food source, their life energy."
"Ah," Harry said. "Well, there you go, then."
"I'm… I'm sorry," she said, looking down at the simple black pumps she was wearing. "I shouldn't have snapped and gone off on one. I didn't think things through before, and I just… I get so wound up about things sometimes and—"
"Sweetheart," he interrupted, "how passionate you are about things is one of the best things about you. Don't change it, just try to remember what happened."
"I will," Hermione nodded, stepping closer awkwardly. "We okay?"
"We're always okay," Harry replied, wrapping her up in a soft hug. The pyjamas she was wearing felt luxurious. He gave her a gentle kiss that sent shivers through her.
"Now, do you know what we could do? I was thinking about things myself," he continued. "Rather than freeing them, let's just make it illegal to mistreat them. I already know they believe in the Goddess of Magic too, so we'll make them have to report mistreatment to the Ministry. I dunno if they all read the papers though, so we'll have to find a way to do that."
Hermione beamed. "Easy. Just make an announcement saying that the population must request their house-elves read the next day's paper."
"See," Harry smiled back. "You are brilliant."
"Thanks," she blushed. "Now, and I promise you that this isn't because I'm sorry about what happened."
She dropped to her knees, tugged down his pyjama bottoms, and released his cock, looking devilishly up at him.
"You don't have to," Harry said. "I know you're saying it's not 'cause you're sorry, but—"
"Oh, I want to, my Lord," she replied sexily, deftly unbuttoning and then removing her pyjama top. "I've been thinking about your cock all day."
At the sight of her large, full bosom, Harry instantly sprang to attention. Immediately, Hermione wrapped her mouth around him. One expert blowjob later, she swallowed his load with a smile and got back to her feet.
Ten minutes later, their teeth were brushed, and they lay together in bed.
"How many points do I have today, my Lord?" she said with a smirk.
"Well, you were at fifty. The bath cost ten, but how sexy you were earned them back. With the surprise blowjob and your damn sexy talk all day, you're at an even seventy."
"Perfect," Hermione smiled mischievously. "Then I'd like to use some more points, please."
"Go on?"
"I want to use all 70 points. You don't get to cum for 24 hours now, or until I say so. I'm going to have fun watching Fleur wind you up and then have you all to myself."
Harry's mouth dropped open.
