Hey everyone! Isn't it insane, its been about, what, 6 years since I've touched this story? All the way from 2019 to 2025, it has been a wild ride in my life and just something drew me back to this story and reminded me of the simply fun smut I used to write. I'm really not sure how many people are really left following my stories or anything like this at all, but to anyone reading, thank you for still supporting - it means way way more than you know.
On a more fun note, I have gotten better at writing smut too! And this is one of my longest chapters ever, at more than 4k words! I hope you guys enjoy and please make sure to leave a review!
Now onto the smut!
"Are you sure about this, Hermione?" Hagrid's deep voice rumbled like distant thunder, his breath hot against her ear.
Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around the dimly lit room, the flicker of the fire casting shadows on the stone walls. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of woodsmoke and something else—something undeniably wild.
"Positive," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "I've thought about this for a long time."
Hagrid's large hand cupped her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the roughness of his skin. His eyes, dark and intense, searched hers for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive.
Hermione moaned softly, her hands fisting in the coarse fabric of his coat. She could feel the heat of his body, the sheer size of him, and it sent a thrill through her. This wasn't just Hagrid—this was every forbidden fantasy she had ever had, and it was real.
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It had started innocently enough. Hermione had been out for a late-night walk around the grounds, unable to sleep, her pussy practically begging for some company and making her so horny that she couldn't even keep herself satisfied no matter how many times she fingered herself.
The castle was quiet, the students all tucked away in their beds, and the air was crisp with the promise of autumn. She hadn't expected to run into anyone, let alone Hagrid.
He had been outside his hut, tending to a small fire. When he saw her, he waved her over with a friendly smile. "Out late, aren't yeh, Hermione?"
"Couldn't sleep," she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill. "Thought a walk might help."
"Well, come on over. I've got a warm fire and some tea. Might do yeh some good."
She hesitated for a moment before joining him, taking a seat on a log beside the fire. The flames crackled and popped, and the warmth felt good against her skin. They talked for a while—about school, about the creatures Hagrid cared for, about everything and nothing. It was easy, comfortable.
But then, something shifted.
Hermione wasn't sure what it was—maybe it was the way Hagrid looked at her, or the way his voice dropped a little lower when he spoke. Maybe it was the way her body reacted to his presence, the way her heart raced and her skin tingled. Whatever it was, it was undeniable.
"Do yeh ever think about it?" Hagrid asked suddenly, his gaze fixed on the fire.
"Think about what?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"About... this," Hagrid said, his eyes flicking to hers. "About us."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She had thought about it—more times than she cared to admit. Hagrid was... different. He was kind, and strong, and there was something almost primal about him that she couldn't resist. But she had always pushed those thoughts aside, convinced they were nothing more than a silly crush.
But now... now she couldn't ignore it.
"Sometimes," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Do you?"
Hagrid didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his large hand brushing against hers. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she couldn't help but gasp.
"More often than I should," he said finally, his voice rough. "Yeh're... special, Hermione. Yeh've always been special."
Hermione felt her face flush, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. But when Hagrid leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, she didn't pull away.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if they were both afraid to take it too far. But then, something snapped. Hermione's hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, and Hagrid's arms were around her, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. The kiss deepened, became something more—something hungry.
When they finally broke apart, Hermione was breathless, her body aching with need. "Hagrid..." she murmured, her voice shaky.
"I know," he said, his voice rough. "I know, Hermione. But... are yeh sure about this?"
She nodded, her eyes wide with desire. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
And now, here they were, in Hagrid's hut, the fire casting flickering shadows on the walls. Hermione could feel the weight of Hagrid's gaze on her, the intensity of his desire, and it made her stomach flip. She had never done anything like this before, but she was ready—more than ready.
"Take off yer clothes," Hagrid said, his voice low and commanding.
Hermione hesitated for a moment before nodding, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor, and then reached for the waistband of her skirt. As it slipped down her legs, she felt a surge of adrenaline, the cool air against her skin making her shiver.
Hagrid's eyes raked over her body, his expression one of awe and hunger. "Yer beautiful," he said, his voice rough. "Yer so damn beautiful, Hermione."
She felt her cheeks flush, but she didn't look away. Instead, she stepped closer to him, her hands reaching for the buttons of his coat. He let her undress him, his breath hitching as her fingers brushed against his skin. When he was finally bare before her, Hermione couldn't help but gasp.
He was massive—not just in height, but in every way. His chest was broad and muscular, his arms thick and strong. And between his legs... well, she had never seen anything like it. The sheer size of him was almost overwhelming, but it only made her want him more.
"Touch me," Hagrid said, his voice a low growl.
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. Her hand reached out, her fingers wrapping around his thick cock. The skin was hot and velvety soft, and she couldn't help but moan as she began to stroke him. Hagrid's breath hitched, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Yeh feel so good, Hermione."
She felt a surge of pride at his words, her fingers tightening around him as she increased the pace. Hagrid's hips bucked against her hand, his breathing becoming more ragged. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tightened beneath her touch.
"Hagrid..." she murmured, her voice trembling with need. "I want you. All of you."
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his large hands gripping her waist and lifting her up as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her breath catching in her throat as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Are yeh ready?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
Hermione nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm ready."
And then, he pushed inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming. Hermione's back arched, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt him fill her completely. It was almost too much—the sheer size of him stretching her in ways she had never imagined. But it was also perfect. She had never felt so full, so complete.
"Fuck..." Hagrid groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move. "Yeh feel so good, Hermione. So damn good."
Hermione could only moan in response, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming, every movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. She had never felt anything like it—had never been so completely consumed by desire.
And then, she heard it—a soft gasp from the doorway.
Hermione's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head to see... Harry. He was standing there, his eyes wide with shock and something else—something that made her stomach flip.
"H-Harry..." she stammered, her voice trembling.
Harry stood frozen in the doorway of Hagrid's hut, his heart pounding in his chest. The scene before him was something he never could have imagined—Hermione, her body glistening with sweat, her curls wild and disheveled, pinned beneath Hagrid's massive frame. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she clung to him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. Hagrid's deep grunts filled the room, his movements powerful and unrelenting, the firelight casting long shadows across their entwined bodies.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. Harry's green eyes widened, his entire body burning with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something far more primal. He should have turned away, should have closed the door and pretended he'd never seen what was happening. But he couldn't. His feet were rooted to the spot, his gaze locked on Hermione's face as she turned to look at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and shame.
"H-Harry…" she stammered, her voice trembling, though it was clear she wasn't asking him to leave. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, Harry felt something shift between them. It was as if the air itself had thickened, charged with an unspoken tension that made his skin tingle.
Hermione's lips parted again, but no words came out. Instead, her body arched beneath Hagrid, her hips lifting as she let out a moan that sent a jolt of heat straight to Harry's core. "Hagrid… please… don't stop," she begged, her voice breathless and needy, her fingers tightening around his shoulders as if she might fall apart if he did.
Hagrid's deep chuckle reverberated through the room, his large hands gripping her hips as he leaned down, his beard brushing against her collarbone. "Yeh sure, Hermione? Seems we've got company," he said, his gruff voice laced with amusement, though his movements didn't slow.
Harry's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched them, his mind racing. He knew he should leave—knew this wasn't something he was meant to see. But the way Hermione was looking at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and something he couldn't quite place, held him captive. She didn't want him to go. She wanted him to stay, to watch.
"Harry…" she whispered again, her voice softer this time, almost pleading. Her hand reached out toward him, trembling as she extended her fingers in his direction. It was an invitation—one that sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body.
Before he could think, before he could second-guess himself, Harry stepped forward. His boots clicked softly against the wooden floor as he approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Hermione. Hagrid glanced up at him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, but he didn't stop. If anything, his movements became more deliberate, more intense, as if he were putting on a show.
"Yeh wantin' somethin', Harry?" Hagrid asked, his voice low and teasing, his massive hands still gripping Hermione's hips as he drove into her with a force that made her gasp.
Harry swallowed hard, his throat dry as he stared down at Hermione. Her body was trembling with the force of Hagrid's thrusts, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her skin flushed with arousal. She looked… amazing. He had never seen her like this—so wild, so uninhibited. It was intoxicating.
"I… I don't know," Harry murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out, his fingers brushing against Hermione's outstretched hand. The moment their skin touched, he felt a spark of electricity, a connection that made his heart race.
Hermione's fingers closed around his, her grip tight as she pulled him closer. "Stay," she breathed, her eyes locking with his, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. "Please, Harry… stay."
Harry's breath caught in his throat, his body responding to her plea before his mind could catch up. He knelt beside the bed, his free hand trembling as he reached out to touch her. His fingers brushed against her cheek, her skin warm and soft beneath his touch. She leaned into it, her eyes closing for a moment as she savored the contact.
Hagrid's deep chuckle filled the room again, his massive frame shifting as he moved with a rhythm that made the bed creak beneath him. "Looks like we've got ourselves a bit of an audience, Hermione," he said, his voice thick with amusement as he glanced down at her. "Yeh alright with that?"
Hermione's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Harry's as she nodded. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want him to stay. I want him to… see."
Harry's heart was pounding now, his entire body on fire as he watched them. Hagrid's movements were powerful, each thrust driving Hermione closer to the edge, her body trembling with the force of it. She was clinging to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she let out a series of breathless moans that made Harry's skin prickle with heat.
"Hagrid… please… harder," Hermione begged, her voice trembling with desperation as she arched her back, her body writhing beneath his. "I'm so close… please."
Hagrid's grin widened, his hands tightening around her hips as he obliged, his movements becoming even more intense. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Hermione's desperate gasps and Hagrid's deep grunts. It was a symphony of raw, unfiltered passion, and Harry couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Harry…" Hermione's voice was soft, almost pleading, as she turned to look at him again. Her hand still gripped his, her fingers tightening around his as she pulled him closer. "Touch me… please."
Harry's breath hitched, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her. His fingers brushed against her skin, tracing the curve of her breast before he hesitated, his eyes flickering to Hagrid. The half-giant was watching him with an amused smirk, his movements still unrelenting as he drove into Hermione with a force that made her gasp.
"Go on, Harry," Hagrid said, his voice low and teasing. "She's all yers if yeh want her."
Harry swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he nodded. His fingers closed around Hermione's breast, his palm warm against her skin as he cupped her, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned, her back arching as she pressed into his touch, her body trembling with the force of Hagrid's thrusts.
"Yes… yes," Hermione whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation. "Don't stop… please."
Harry's hand moved lower, skimming down her stomach until his fingers brushed against the soft curls between her legs. Hermione's entire body shuddered at the contact, her breath catching in her throat as she let out a soft, desperate moan. Hagrid's thrusts were relentless, driving her closer to the edge as Harry's fingers found her clit, his touch tentative at first, then growing bolder as he explored her.
"Oh, God," Hermione gasped, her hips lifting as she ground herself against Harry's hand. "Yes… just like that… don't stop…"
Harry's jaw clenched, his body responding to the way she was writhing beneath his fingertips. He had never touched her like this before—had never imagined he ever would. But now, with her body trembling beneath his hand, with Hagrid's powerful movements driving her closer to the edge, he couldn't hold back. His fingers moved faster, circling her clit with a growing urgency as she moaned, her body arching with pleasure.
"Come on, Hermione," Hagrid growled, his hands tightening around her hips as he drove into her with a force that made the bed creak. "Let go. I know yeh can."
Hermione's entire body tensed, her nails digging into Hagrid's shoulders as she let out a series of breathless gasps. Harry could feel her getting closer, her body trembling with the force of it, her moans growing louder and more desperate. And then, with a strangled cry, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure as she clung to Hagrid, her hips lifting off the bed as she rode out the wave of her orgasm.
Harry's hand stilled, his fingers still pressed against her as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. She looked… incredible. Her body was trembling, her skin glistening with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Hagrid's movements slowed, his massive frame still pinning her to the bed as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her collarbone.
"Yeh did good, Hermione," he murmured, his voice low and gruff as he pressed a kiss to her skin. "Real good."
Hermione's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Harry's as she reached out to him, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek. "Harry…" she whispered, her voice soft and breathless. "Don't stop… please."
Harry's breath hitched, his entire body on fire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Hermione's lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste him as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Hagrid's deep chuckle filled the room again, his massive frame shifting as he moved off the bed, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
"Looks like yeh two've got somethin' to finish," Hagrid said, his voice thick with amusement as he reached for his clothes. "I'll leave yeh to it."
The room was thick with tension, the fire crackling softly in the background as Harry's eyes locked onto Hermione's. His green gaze was intense, flickering with something raw and primal that made her breath hitch. The air between them seemed to hum with electricity, and Hermione could feel her heart pounding in her chest as Harry took a step closer, his body looming over hers.
"Didn't expect to find you like this, Hermione," Harry murmured, his voice low and husky as he reached out to brush a strand of her hair from her face. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the heat pooling low in her abdomen.
She licked her lips, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Harry, I… I didn't plan for this to happen," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry's lips curved into a smirk, his hand trailing down her cheek to her neck, his fingers lightly pressing into her skin. "Doesn't matter," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. "What matters is what happens next."
Hermione's breath caught as Harry leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, the heat of his breath mingling with hers. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the scent of him filling her senses. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but deep down, she knew this was what she wanted. She wanted him.
Her hands reached up, gripping the front of his shirt as she pulled him closer, their lips finally meeting in a searing kiss. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with a pent-up longing that neither of them had acknowledged until now. Harry's hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with a carnal urgency that made her knees weak.
Hermione moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his messy black hair as she pressed herself closer to him. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the heat of his touch. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her thigh, and the knowledge of how much he wanted her only fueled the flames of her desire.
Harry broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as his eyes locked onto hers. "You're mine now, Hermione," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness. "All mine."
Before she could respond, Harry's hands were on her, moving with a purpose that left her gasping. He tugged at the buttons of her blouse, his movements quick and impatient as he exposed her soft skin to the warm air of the room. Hermione's chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart racing as Harry's lips descended on her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his tongue soothed the slight sting.
"Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt as he continued to explore her body with his mouth.
Harry's hands moved to the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of his fingers, it fell away, leaving her breasts bare. His breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. Hermione's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
"Fuck, Hermione," Harry groaned, his mouth closing over her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he sucked gently. Hermione's hands tightened in his hair, her hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure coursed through her.
Harry's hands moved to her skirt, pushing it down her legs along with her underwear in one swift motion, leaving her completely exposed to him. His eyes raked over her form, taking in every curve and dip of her body before he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down on the soft blankets.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his hands moving to his own clothes as he stripped them off, revealing his toned body to her. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of him, her mouth going dry as she took in the sight of his hard length, standing proud and ready for her.
Harry climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs as he leaned over her, his eyes filled with a fire that made her heart race. "You're so beautiful, Hermione," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in to capture her lips in another heated kiss.
Hermione's hands roamed over his back, her nails digging lightly into his skin as she arched her body against his. The sensation of his hard length pressing against her thigh sent a bolt of need through her, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs.
"Please, Harry," she whimpered, her voice breaking with need. "I need you."
Harry's lips curved into a wicked smile as he pulled back slightly, his hand moving to position himself at her entrance. His eyes locked onto hers as he slowly pushed into her, the sensation of his thick length filling her making her cry out in pleasure.
"Oh god, Harry," she moaned, her hands gripping the blankets tightly as he began to move inside her, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one building the pleasure inside her.
Harry's hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as he increased the pace of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Hermione's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.
"That's it, Hermione," Harry growled, his voice deep and rough with need. "Take all of me."
Hermione's nails dug into his back as she felt herself teetering on the edge, the coil of pleasure in her belly tightening with each thrust. Harry's pace became frantic, his breathing ragged as he chased his own release, his thrusts hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
"Harry, I'm… I'm gonna…" Hermione gasped, her body tensing as the pleasure reached its peak, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her breathless. She cried out his name, her body convulsing with the intensity of it as Harry chased his own release, his thrusts becoming erratic before he stilled, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.
Harry collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving as he pulled her into his arms. Hermione nestled into his side, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"That was… incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and breathless.
Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her. "You're incredible, Hermione," he whispered, his voice filled with affection and possessiveness.
Hermione's heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her as she snuggled closer to him. She knew things between them had changed, and as she lay there in his arms, she couldn't help but wonder what would come next.
Harry's hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up to his as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "I'm not done with you yet," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with promise.
Phew, that got pretty steamy! Ended up taking the idea for this chapter from two of you reviewers, with Harry and Hagrid so shoutout to you guys! If you guys want a more one-one or even kinkier story between Harry and Hermione or Hagrid and Hermione, leave me a review and let me know! Wouldn't be possible without any of you guys, so thank you so much for your support, and see you next time! (Hopefully soon, not in 6 years again!)