Stimulation Theory Chapter 4: Hermione Granger, a harry potter fanfic

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"You know, Harry," Hermione began, her nose buried in a thick book titled 'Advanced Charms and Their Application in the Modern World,' "you really need to focus. This test is going to be crucial for your O.W.L.s."

Harry sighed heavily, his eyes drifting to the grandfather clock in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. The flaming numbers flickered, taunting him with the slow march of time. "I know, I know," he mumbled, "but it's just so...so...dull."

Hermione looked up, her expression a mix of exasperation and concern. "You can't keep playing Quidditch and expecting magic to just happen in the classroom, Harry. Sometimes you actually have to put in the work."

He flashed her a cheeky grin. "But that's what you're here for, isn't it?" He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How about we take a little...study break?" His voice dropped to a suggestive whisper, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

Hermione's gaze darted around the common room, ensuring they weren't being watched. "What are you on about? We can't stop studying until this chapter is done." she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Come on, Hermione," Harry's eyes searched hers, "you know there's more to life than just books and spells." He leaned back on the couch, his hands folded behind his head, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "How about we study something a bit more...interesting?"

Her curiosity piqued, Hermione closed her book with a soft thud. "What do you mean, Harry?"

He sat up, leaning in closer to her. "How about we study...human anatomy?" His voice was low, a smirk playing on his lips.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Human anatomy? What on earth are you talking about?"

Without missing a beat, Harry hopped off his chair and plopped down on the couch next to her, pulling his shirt over his head. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt a sudden jolt of excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness. His bare chest was lean and muscular, the light from the flickering fireplace casting shadows across his defined abs. She couldn't help but stare, her mind racing with thoughts she'd never allowed herself to have before.

"Alright, now it's your turn," Harry said, his voice still playful. "We're just studying, after all."

Hermione's heart thudded in her chest as she looked at him, unsure of what to do. The air in the room had shifted, thick with tension and something else—desire. She felt her cheeks burn as she glanced down at her own shirt. "But, Harry," she protested weakly, "this isn't really...studying."

"Oh, it is," he assured her, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's just a different kind of book we're opening." He reached out and took her hand, gently in his. "I promise, it'll be just as educational."

Her breath hitched, and she searched his eyes for any hint of jest, but found only sincerity. The warmth of his hand sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized that she was considering it. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating. Harry had always been her rock, her confidant, but this was uncharted territory for both of them.

"Okay," she whispered, "but just for a little bit."

Her voice was barely audible, but the excitement in her eyes told Harry she was in. He nodded, his grip on her hand firm but gentle. "We'll start slow, just like we do with spells."

Hermione took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She reached up with trembling fingers and unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to fall open. Harry's gaze followed her movements, his own breath quickening. The room grew quieter, the crackle of the fire the only sound between them. He had felt them many times before, but it would be the first time she had presented them to him on her own accord, and he was undeniably excited about it.

As she revealed more of herself, Harry felt a mix of emotions: excitement, respect, and a newfound appreciation for the person she was becoming. Her skin was soft and pale, her bra a simple, practical white that somehow made the moment feel more intimate. He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the fabric, and she shivered at his touch. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with feeling.

Hermione blushed even deeper, trying to compose herself. "How is this going to help us study?" she managed to ask, her voice a little shaky.

"It's all about understanding the human body," Harry said, his eyes still fixed on hers. "An essential part of charms is knowing what you're working with, right?" He placed her hand on his abdomen, her palm resting on the firm muscles beneath his skin. "Here, feel this."

Hermione's cheeks flushed, but she did as he instructed, her curiosity overriding her shyness. She tentatively traced her fingers along the ridges of his stomach, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her touch. "That's your obliques," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Encouraged by her response, Harry reached around her, his hand sliding gently along her lower back. He felt the soft curve of her spine, the smoothness of her skin under his fingertips. His touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. "Very good. Now what muscle is under that?"

Hermione's hand trembled as it moved downward, her cheeks burning. "It's...it's the... Rectus abdominis," she stuttered, her eyes still locked on his. Harry could see the desire in them, and it made his own pulse race. He pushed her hand a little further down, and she stopped just above below his navel.

With a gentle tug, Harry unsnapped her bra, the clasp giving way with a soft click. The fabric fell loose, around her arms as she gasped in surprise. He could see the goosebumps that had formed on her skin from his touch, and he felt a thrill of excitement.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered, her cheeks flaming red. "I didn't mean for that to happen." She tried to cover herself, but Harry placed his hand over hers, stopping her.

"No it's ok, take it off so we can keep studying." Harry said, his voice filled with a gentle reassurance.

"But Harry, I'm not sure if this is..." Hermione began, her voice trailing off as she glanced around the room, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Shh," Harry whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the conflict playing out on her face—the urge to pull away and the curiosity to explore further. "It's okay, Hermione. We're just...studying." He said it with such conviction that she almost believed it herself.

Her hand hovered over her chest, the fabric of her bra caught between her fingers. "I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"I know," Harry whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. "But you'll do perfect. It's just a bit of fun, after all."

"I thought we were supposed to be studying!" Hermione's protest was weak, her voice quivering with excitement. Harry's heart raced as he watched her, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt his own nerves mingling with his desire for her, but he knew this was something they both wanted.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "We are," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "This is just...hands-on learning."

Hermione bit her lip, then nodded slightly. With trembling hands, she finished removing her bra, letting it fall away from her body. Harry's eyes followed the motion, his breath hitching in his throat. He had never seen them before, despite the fun he would have with her through her clothing, and they were just as beautiful as he imagined. She was small chested, in a petite way that complimented her build perfectly. There was a slight smattering of freckles over her cleavage that perfectly popped against her fair skin in a way Harry very much appreciated.

Her breasts were the perfect little handful, and he had to restrain himself from reaching out and cupping them immediately. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he said, his voice slightly shaky.

Hermione's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of judgment or ridicule, but all she saw was admiration and desire. She felt a sudden rush of confidence and leaned closer to him. "What's next?" she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.

With a gentle smile, Harry took her hand in his and guided it to the button of his jeans. His own heart was racing, his body responding to her nearness in ways that were both thrilling and slightly terrifying. He took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to calm his nerves. "Now, let's continue our lesson," he said, his voice a little unsteady.

Her eyes followed his hand as it hovered over the button. She swallowed hard, then nodded, her hand moving to mirror his. Together, they unbuttoned his pants, the fabric parting to reveal his boxers. Harry felt the heat of her palm against his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver. He had felt her touch countless times before, but never like this—never with the promise of something more.

He reached out and touched her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, then sliding down to her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed, and he knew he had her. His other hand found the gentle curve of her breast, and she gasped as her face flushed a deep scarlet.

He brushed his fingertip over her nipple, watching as it pebbled to a hard peak under his touch. Her hand was still at his waist, and he nodded in approval. "You can go lower now." He whispered, dripping with horniness.

Her eyes met his, a hint of trepidation mixed with curiosity. With trembling fingers, she complied, sliding her hand down to his crotch. She felt his cock, thick and warm beneath the fabric of his boxers, and her eyes widened. She had read about it in books, of course, but the reality was so much more intense than any description she had ever encountered. He was real, and so was his desire for her.

Guiding her hand, Harry pushed aside the elastic and her palm made contact with his bare skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she wrapped her hand around him, feeling the firmness and heat of his arousal. His eyes never left hers, his gaze filled with a hunger that sent a thrill down her spine. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek as he whispered, "Just like that, Hermione."

He watched as she began to stroke him tentatively, her eyes never leaving his face. The sight of her hand on him was almost too much to bear, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin just below her ear. Hermione's breath hitched, and she leaned back into him, her hand moving with more confidence now. Harry's hand slipped up to cradle her head, tilting it to give him better access to her neck. He kissed along her collarbone, feeling the rapid pulse of her heart beneath his lips.

"I've read about this in books," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I don't know if I'm doing very well."

"You're doing fine, Hermione," Harry assured her, his voice strained with pleasure. "Better than fine, actually. Just keep going."

Her strokes grew more deliberate as she found a rhythm that made his breath catch. He watched her, the focus in her eyes as she studied his reactions, making small adjustments to her grip and speed. It was clear she had thought about this, maybe even practiced in secret, but the innocence of her curiosity was what made it so arousing.

Leaning back, Harry let out a soft groan as he felt her hand tighten around him. "Hermione," he breathed. He cupped her cheek, urging her to look up at him. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth claiming hers with a passion that was both fierce and gentle. She melted into the kiss, her hand still moving on him, now more insistent than before.

Breaking away, Harry's gaze dropped to her chest. "Let me return the favor," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly at first, then with more pressure as he felt her respond. Hermione gasped, arching her back, her hand faltering for a moment before she found her rhythm again.

"Oh Harry," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. She had never felt anything like this before—the sensation of his mouth on her, the feeling of him in her hand. It was overwhelming, and she was surprised by how much she liked it. Her hips began to rock, her body moving in time with her strokes.

"Tell me what you want," Harry said, his voice low and gruff. "I want to make you feel good, too."

Hermione's eyes searched his, a question lingering on her lips. "I-I want you to touch me," she finally managed to say, her voice a soft whisper.

With a nod of understanding, Harry slid his hand down her body, his fingers skimming over her stomach before delving into the warmth between her legs. He found the waistband of her pants and gently worked it down, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Hermione's breath hitched as he reached the softness of her underwear, his fingertips brushing against the damp fabric.

"Is this okay?" He asked, his voice thick with need.

"Yes," Hermione breathed, her eyes never leaving him. Harry's thumb found her clit, gently circling it as he slid a finger along her slit, teasing her open. She was so wet, the slickness of her arousal coating his skin.

"You're so wet," he murmured in amazement, his voice filled with awe. "It feels like you've been waiting for this."

His breath was hot against her areola and she squirmed in pleasure at his touch, desperate for more.

"Take your pants off," Harry whispered, his voice thick with lust. Hermione complied, letting go of Harry's cock, her trembling fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of her jeans. She slid them down her legs, leaving her in just her panties. Harry hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down as well, revealing her completely to him. She turned to face him on the couch, curling her knees up to her chest with a blush as Harry smiled down on her.

"Now, Miss Granger," he began, his tone taking on the authoritative edge of a professor, "it's time for a practical exam. Spread your legs for me, wide."

Hermione's cheeks blazed redder than a Gryffindor scarf, but she obeyed, her curiosity and desire overpowering any shyness she might have felt. She parted her knees, revealing the soft, damp folds of her pussy to Harry's eager gaze. He took in the sight, his eyes darkened with lust. "Good girl," he praised, his voice still laced with the commanding tone. "Ten points for Gryffindor."

She giggled through her blush, looking at him with a soft smile. "Thank you, Professor."

His hand returned to her, his fingers sliding over her slick flesh with a gentle confidence that surprised her. He parted her folds, his thumb continuing to circle her clit, while his index finger slid inside her. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut and she let out a soft whimper, her body responding to the intrusion with a spasm of pleasure. Harry watched her, his own arousal growing as he felt her tighten around him.

"Miss Granger," he said with a kind of smile, "you're doing exceptionally well."

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the formal address, meeting his heated gaze. The way he said her name made her feel both naughty and desired, a thrill shooting through her. "Professor," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Please..."

Her words trailed off as Harry pushed a second finger inside her, his movements slow and careful. Hermione bit her lip, her eyes watering at the sudden pressure. She was so tight, it was almost painful on his fingers, and based on her reaction, the stretching was undoubtedly uncomfortable for Hermione as well. Quickly however, the sensation was quickly overridden by the hot pleasure that began to build deep within her. Harry watched her face, his own expression a mix of concentration and arousal as he worked his fingers in and out, feeling her body adjust to the intrusion.

"Tell me if it hurts," Harry whispered, his voice gentle and concerned.

"It's... a bit uncomfortable," Hermione admitted, her eyes squeezed shut. "But it feels... good, too."

"Good," Harry murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Remember, Miss Granger, we're just taking it slow. No need to rush."

He leaned down, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her abdomen, pausing briefly at her navel to plant a soft kiss that made her quiver. His tongue swirled around the small indent, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. She watched him, her heart racing in anticipation as he continued his descent, his warm breath fanning against her skin.

When Harry reached the apex of her thighs, he hovered for a moment, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the uncertainty and excitement in her gaze, the way her pupils had dilated to the size of quaffles. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of making her feel all the pleasure she deserved. He didn't rush it, taking his time to appreciate the softness of her skin, the way her legs quivered as he drew closer.

Finally, he placed a soft kiss right above her clit, feeling her hips jerk in response. He smirked, then flicked his tongue out to tease the sensitive nub. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she let out a small, surprised sound. It was paralyzing - intimate and electric, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Harry took that as his cue to continue, his tongue circling her clit with a gentle pressure that had her squirming against his mouth.

As he sucked on her clit, Harry slid his middle and index fingers back inside her, moving them in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her entire body quiver. Hermione's hand found its way to his hair, her fingers tightening in the soft strands as she held him to her, urging him closer. He took the hint, increasing the pressure of his sucking, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh as he did so. The feeling was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and pain that had her toes curling and her legs shaking.

Her hips began to move of their own accord, rising to meet his mouth as he licked and sucked, his fingers moving in a steady, rhythmic pace. Harry felt her tighten around him, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps that told him she was close. He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them slightly to find that magical spot he knew was there, and was rewarded with a guttural moan. Hermione's body arched off the couch, her back bowing as she cried out, the first wave of her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

He didn't stop, not even when her thighs clamped around his head, her nails digging into his scalp. Harry lapped at her clit, feeling the tremors of her climax against his tongue, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He wanted to feel her come, to watch the pleasure play across her face as she lost herself to him. With a final, lingering suck, he withdrew his fingers, watching as her body shuddered one last time before collapsing back onto the couch.

Her hand found its way to her chest, her fingers massaging her sensitive nipple as she took deep, shaky breaths. "Oh Merlin, Harry. Your fingers felt so big inside me," she murmured, still lost in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her voice was breathless, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at her words - if she thought that was big, she was in for a major surprise. His cock was indeed thick, and he knew it was a tight fit for her inexperienced body.

"Was it too much, Miss Granger?"

She sighed in content as her fingernails dug into her own flesh. "I... I think I want more. I want to feel all of you." Her voice was a mix of desire and need. Harry nodded, his own body tense with the desire to be inside her. He stood up, his cock now fully erect and throbbing, as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

"Call me Professor Potter," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "And do as you're told." He gently pulled her forward, his hands guiding her to straddle him as he laid back on the couch. Hermione's heart raced as she positioned herself over him, her pussy hovering just above his cock. She could feel the heat of him, the solid length of him pressing against her.

"Oh my! It… It certainly feels bigger than your fingers! Professor Potter!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement as she straddled Harry, her eyes wide with anticipation.

He smirked up at her, his hands sliding around to cup her ass. "Indeed it is, Miss Granger," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "Now, let's see if you can handle it. Do you think it will be too big for you? You are very tight, after all."

"I-I'm not sure," she stuttered, her cheeks flaming as she glanced down at his cock. "But I've... I like to think about big... Big cocks when I use my toy on myself."

The word 'toy' slipped out before she could stop it, and she immediately felt a flush of embarrassment. Harry's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but smirk. "Is that so?" He grazed her cheek with his thumb, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Well, then, Miss Granger, I think it's time for you to experience the real thing."

With a gentle push from Harry's hands, Hermione began to lower herself onto him, her eyes locked onto his. The head of his cock pushed against her opening, and she gasped as she felt the pressure building. It was much larger than she had ever imagined, and she took a deep breath, trying to relax herself around him. Harry watched her face, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and concern, as he guided her down.

"Take your time," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so tight, it's like... it's like nothing I've ever imagined could be possible."

Hermione nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the head of Harry's cock begin to stretch her open. She gritted her teeth, the sensation both painful and incredibly erotic. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion, and Harry had to hold back a groan at the feeling of her tightness. It was as if her body was made to hold him, to grip him with every ounce of strength she had.

"Oh, Harry," she whimpered, her walls contracting around him. She felt so full, so completely filled, and she wasn't even halfway down his shaft yet. He was so much bigger than she had ever dared to imagine, and the sensation was overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him, the veins that pulsed with his own desire, the thickness that stretched her open.

"You're so tight, Hermione," Harry groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. "It's like your pussy is trying to devour me." His words were almost a prayer, his voice strained with the effort it took not to plunge into her all at once. He knew he had to go slow, and had to give her time to adjust to his size, but the urge to claim her completely was almost too strong to resist.

Her warmth enveloped him, her slickness easing his descent as he pushed in further. The feeling of her tightness was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he had to bite back a moan at the thought of being buried to the hilt inside her. He felt her tense around him, her muscles contracting as she struggled to accommodate his girth. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel powerful and in control, like he was the only person in the world who could give her this kind of pleasure.

"Hermione," he breathed, his voice hoarse with need. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes snapped open, and she nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pain and pleasure. "It's... it's just... so much," she managed to say, her voice strained. "But I want more. I want all of you."

With that, she began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her tightness clench around him, her pussy squeezing his cock like a vice. He had never felt anything so perfect, so right, and he knew that he was lost to her, that he would never be able to let her go.

"More," Hermione begged, her voice strained. "I want you to fill me up completely, Harry."

Her words sent a shiver down Harry's spine, and with a low groan, he pushed up into her, his cock sliding even further into her tight warmth. He could feel the resistance, the way she stretched around him, but she was so wet, so eager, that he knew she could take it. He watched her face, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and felt his own need spike. "Fuck, Hermione," he grunted, his hips jerking involuntarily. "You're so tight, it's like you're made for me."

Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, her pupils wide and dark with lust. "I feel... I feel so full," she gasped. "It's incredible."

Her words were all the encouragement Harry needed. He began to thrust upward, meeting her every move with a fervor that matched her own. Each time he filled her, she'd let out a little gasp, her walls clutching at him like a vice, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open in silent cries of pleasure. It was mesmerizing, and he knew that he could watch her come apart under his touch forever.

The tip of Harry's dick brushed against her cervix, sending a shockwave of pleasure and brutal pain through her body. Hermione's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated to the size of Galleons. "Deeper," she begged, her voice shaky with need. "Please, Harry, I want you to go deeper."

"I can't," Harry grunted, his body taut with effort. "I'm already in as far as I can go."

"But I want more," Hermione insisted, her voice a mix of need and desperation. "Please, Harry."

Her words were like a spell on him, and he knew exactly what she needed. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice thick with desire. "Face away from me, let's see if you can fit more in that way."

With a whimper of excitement, Hermione complied, her body moving almost of its own accord. She twisted around, keeping Harry's cock buried deep inside her as she settled into the new position. Her back pressed against his chest, and she felt his hands slide around her waist, his fingers digging into her hips as he positioned her just right. The angle was different, but the feeling was no less intense.

"Like this?" She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the dim light of the common room. Harry's gaze was dark and intense, his eyes never leaving hers as he nodded.

With a deep, steadying breath, Hermione leaned back, pressing her ass into Harry's hips. He shifted slightly, and she felt the head of his cock nudge against her cervix again. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a resistance, then give, as if a balloon had finally popped afterbing prodded to as the tip of his cock forced its way deeper She gasped, her body tensing around him as he pushed deeper, the pressure building until she felt like she might shatter.

"Aaaaah! Fuck, oh God," she screamed, the words tearing from her throat as Harry's cock hit that spot deep inside her. "No, don't stop! That's what I need." Her nails dug into the couch cushions as he pushed even further, his dick sliding past her cervix and into her womb. The pain was sharp, but it was overshadowed by the intense fullness that had her panting and moaning. Harry's eyes widened as he felt the new level of tightness, his own pleasure skyrocketing as he realized she was taking all of him.

"Fuck, Hermione," he ground out, his hands tightening on her hips as he held her in place. "You're so deep, so tight, fuck it's squeezing against my tip."

"Oh my God Harry I think you're in my womb! I feel so fucking good! It hurts so good! Yes, Harry, keep going!" Hermione's words were like a junkie, desperate for the next hit, willing to do anything for the high, as each thrust sent shockwaves through her body. Harry's eyes went wide with surprise and excitement, feeling his cock slide deeper than he ever thought possible.

Her pussy was like a bear trap around him, tight and warm, and with each thrust, he could feel her muscles rippling around his shaft. He knew she was close again, and the thought of her coming on his cock was almost too much to handle. "It's like by cock is locked in place, Merlin, I can't take it for much longer! Cum for me, Hermione," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Let me feel you come all over me."

With a deep breath, Hermione leaned back into him, her body moving in a sensual grind that had him groaning in pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling deep within her. Harry's hands roamed over her body, exploring her curves and valleys, his thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples. She arched her back, pushing her ass into him, and he responded by pumping into her harder, faster.

The feeling was indescribable, a maelstrom of pleasure that had her teetering on the edge. "Oh Harry," she panted, her voice a desperate moan. "I'm... I'm going to..."

Her orgasm hit her like a bludgeoning charm, her pussy clenching down on Harry's cock in a series of intense spasms. He felt the warm gush of her release, her juices coating him, making her even slicker, even tighter around his shaft. He groaned, his own release threatening to spill over, but he held back, his eyes never leaving hers. The thick white fluid coated his length, and he reveled in the wet squelch of his pounding into her entrance with a feverish obsession of a man possessed.

With a grunt of effort, Harry pushed her forward, her breasts pressing into the couch cushions as he got to his knees behind her. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with her cum. "You're going to love this. If you thought that got deep just wait."

With a powerful thrust, Harry slammed into her, his cock driving down into her pussy until he was balls deep, well past the entrance into her womb. Hermione's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as she felt herself being stretched to the limit. You bit down hard into the couch cushion as he thrust brutally, forcing her forward and nearly up off of her knees as his girth ravaged the inside of her core. Harry looked down in amazement as each time he pulled out, her cunt slid outwards with him, perfectly sheathing his cock while the tight ring of her cervix clamped down onto the very front of his shaft. It was maddening, bordering on painful, like a magical cockring that didn't let go.

Her body trembled as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, her pussy quivering around him. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "It's too much, I'm going to cum again! Harry, want you to cum with me!"

He couldn't hold back any longer, his hips bucking as he thrust into her with everything he had. His balls slapped against her ass, the sound echoing through the room, as he felt his orgasm rising like a phoenix from the ashes of his control. With a roar that could be heard outside the common room, Harry emptied himself into her, his semen spurting deep into her womb, filling her to the brim. Her legs trembled and turned to jelly, her voice becoming even more incomprehensible as she lavished the feeling.

Hermione felt like she was falling apart, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, tearing down every wall she had ever built around herself. Her body convulsed around Harry's cock, her pussy contracting in waves of pleasure so intense they were almost painful all the way up into her chest. And when she felt his warmth fill her, her climax hit its peak, sending her over the edge. With a strangled cry, she collapsed forward, her arms giving out beneath her.

But Harry was there, his arms wrapping around her, his cock still buried deep inside her as he followed her down. He placed gentle kisses along her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. His weight on top of her was a comfort, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this, that he was with her every step of the way. She could feel his heart hammering against her back, his chest heaving with each breath as he tried to hold onto his own control.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still joined as they both fought to come down from the high of their shared climax. Then, with a soft groan, Harry pulled out of her, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that made Hermione's insides clench. She rolled over, her legs shaky and her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. He pulled her into his arms, her head nestling into the crook of his neck as they lay there, entwined on the couch.

"You okay?" Harry murmured, his voice gentle as he carded his fingers through her hair.

"Mmhmm," she murmured, her eyes still closed. "That was... incredible."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're incredible," he corrected. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Hermione blushed, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire. "Neither have I," she admitted. "I've read about it, but it's nothing like the books describe."

"Does it hurt? Going that deep, I can't imagine it's very comfortable."

"Well..." she was clear embarrassed but kept on, "yes it's painful when it... Merlin this is embarrassing, when it goes in my womb, it's a sensitive spot. But once it gets through, it feels really good, like being filled up completely and it just makes me feel... So naughty, I know it probably sounds weird, and it's hard to explain I guess."

"No I understand, some people just have certain things that turn them on more than anything else."

"I mean other girls probably won't like it, but I've always kind of had a, well a kink I guess, for big sizes, I just never thought I'd ever get to do it."

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't live up to the books," Harry said with a smile in his voice.

"Oh, you prat!" she protested, her eyes flying open to meet him. "You were better. Much better."

Their gazes held for a long moment, filled with a connection that went beyond friendship and study sessions. Harry's thumb traced lazy circles on her arm, his eyes never leaving hers. "I didn't know you had a toy," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"I-it's not a big deal," Hermione said, her voice small. "It's just something I do when I'm... you know."

"I do know," Harry said, his voice understanding. "But knowing you've here with me... it makes me feel like the luckiest wizard alive."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of teasing or mockery, but all she saw was genuine affection. "Really?"

"Really," he said, his smile soft. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this."

They lay there for a while longer, their bodies still tangled together, their hearts racing in time with each other. It was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the fireplace. Then, with a yawn, Hermione sat up, her eyes blinking sleepily. "We should probably get dressed," she said, glancing around the common room.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, though he made no move to let her go. "But not yet."

The warmth of Hermione's body against his was too comforting to break just yet. He could feel her heartbeat slowing, her breaths growing even and steady as she drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his chest. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts. It had been different with her, he knew that much. More intense, more real than any of the girls he'd experienced before. But why? Was it because she was more advanced? More lifelike? Or was it something else?

He'd had sex with a few of the simulated females ('wow, he thought. Is that really how I'm thinking about them now? That's kind of depressing...') before, but none had ever felt quite like this. They'd always been eager, of course, eager to please and to be pleasured, but there had been something... mechanical about it. Predictable. But with Hermione, it had been anything but. Her reactions had been raw and unfiltered, her cries of pleasure had been genuine and unscripted. It was like he was truly connecting with someone for the first time in his life.

He tightened his arms around her, his fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape of her neck. She sighed contentedly, her body curling closer to his. The sensation was so real, so perfect, that he could almost believe she was flesh and blood, not just a collection of pixels and algorithms. Almost. But he knew the truth.

As Hermione slept, Harry couldn't help but think back to earlier, when he had first approached her about this. He had always known she had a high friendship level with him, that she was someone he could count on through thick and thin, but he had never considered the possibility of her wanting to take things further. It was only when he had found himself alone with her, her hand on his cock, that he had allowed himself to wonder. Did she? Did she feel the same way he did? He would probably guess not. She had never shown any romantic interest in him before. But the way she had responded to him, the way she had begged for more, it had felt like something more than just friendship.

'Maybe there is a friendship level and a romance level? She just didn't have a crush on me yet, so it took a little convincing? But what if... what if there's someone out there with a high romance level?' Harry's thoughts swirled as he held Hermione close. 'Probably more like my time with Daphne, I guess.'

He wished he had a manual for this universe, a guidebook that could tell him how to play this game he was trapped in. In the wizarding world, there were books for everything—potions, spells, even Quidditch strategies—but nothing for this. It was all trial and error, and the stakes felt so much higher than passing a test or winning a match. Well at least until a few weeks ago. Small mercies, that no matter what he did, there would be no consequences.

He hoped.