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Thanking Harry (Ch. 3 - Hermione's Helping Hand)
🕑 Added 2024-02-21 02:45:53 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+
Harry had been counting down the days until his next patrol with Daphne with eager anticipation. He had been looking forward to it for a week now, and tomorrow the wait would finally be over. She gave him a wink yesterday, as if she knew exactly what he had been thinking about doing to her for the past seven days, and his cock jumped in joy at the implication. He knew what she had in mind, and he was ready for it. He was ready to sink his cock deep inside her moist pussy and fuck her until the castle collapsed.
But for now, he was stuck in the common room with Hermione, working on their Charms homework. Hermione had been acting differently around him ever since he arrived this afternoon. Had he been a bit more focused on his best friend, and not just daydreamed about Daphne on her knees again, he would have noticed the way she kept stealing glances at him while they worked. Her cheeks were also flushed pink, like she had something on her mind but didn't quite know how to bring it up.
"Harry," Hermione said suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Can we talk for a moment?"
"Sure," Harry said, putting down his quill and giving her his full attention.
"I... well, I wanted to ask you something," she said nervously, tapping her fingers together. "Um... well... I heard that... I mean..." She trailed off with a blush, her words trailing away from her. "I heard that... you..." She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "So, Luna told me that Ginny said Demelza told her that Romilda told her that... um... That you fucked her in an abandoned classroom. Is that true?"
Harry felt his face heat up as he avoided meeting her eyes. He couldn't believe she had found out so quickly. But then again, news always travelled fast in Hogwarts, especially when it came to gossip about relationships, and there was nothing less scandalous than a bunch of teenagers fucking like rabbits during free time.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, stalling for time. He didn't want to answer directly, but he knew that he couldn't avoid the question entirely either, not without causing unnecessary tension.
Before he could come up with a suitable response, though, Hermione continued speaking. "And I heard that... Romilda said that... you were feeling lonely after the final battle. Is that true, too?"
Hermione looked at him with wide brown eyes filled with concern, almost pleading with him to tell her the truth. Her gaze was steady, yet not forceful enough to make him uncomfortable. Instead, he felt protected by the earnestness in her expression. Seeing her so vulnerable made him realise how much she cared about him.
He sighed softly before settling on a half-truth. "I never said anything about feeling lonely. Romilda must have been making things up again so that she can brag about it to her friends." It was true that he had been feeling a bit lonely, but he had never told Romilda about it.
Hermione nodded slowly, considering his words carefully. She had an uncanny ability to see through his lies and half-truths, and this time was no different. "I see," she said, her voice soft and understanding. "But you did fuck her, right?" she continued suddenly, leaning closer to him, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Harry cock jumped in his trousers at her words, and he swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. But why was he nervous? There was nothing wrong with admitting that he had sex with Romilda. They both enjoyed themselves, and that was all that mattered. He screwed up his courage and spoke honestly. "Yes, I did fuck her," he finally admitted.
Hermione smiled gently at him, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "And you have felt lonely since the final battle," she stated firmly, making it sound more like a statement than a question.
Against his better judgement, Harry hesitated only briefly before nodding reluctantly. The admission seemed to give her strength because she straightened her posture slightly, squaring her shoulders as if preparing for battle. "Then let me help you," she declared, determination shining brightly in her eyes.
Confused, Harry blinked at her, unsure where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from. Was she happy that he had fucked Romilda? And before he could even open his mouth to protest her next actions, however, she grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him up from his chair. Then, dragging him along behind her, she led them towards the door of his dormitory.
Once inside, she dropped to her knees and pleaded with him, a look of desperation on her face. "Please, let me help you," she begged him.
Harry stared at her, completely taken aback by her sudden change in behaviour. What exactly did she mean by 'help', anyway? Did she really think that she could do something to ease his loneliness? At this point, he didn't even know what to say or do anymore. All he could do was stare at her, waiting for some kind of explanation.
When none came, he finally managed to find his voice. "What are you talking about, Hermione?" he asked, trying to keep his tone gentle.
She looked up at him with wide brown eyes, and he could see the sincerity in her gaze. "Don't think I haven't noticed how different you've been acting lately," she started explaining. "You're happier now, more carefree, more relaxed. I can see it in your smile, in your movements, in your eyes. You seem more alive than ever before. And I'm sure that has something to do with Romilda, doesn't it?"
Harry felt his cock twitch in his trousers at her words. Was she truly suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? Could she possibly be hinting at offering herself to him just to help him feel less alone? Surely not! Yet, somehow, he couldn't shake off the suspicion that maybe, just maybe, she actually meant precisely what he hoped she meant.
"So please, let me help you," she repeated, looking up at him expectantly, her hands now on his thighs. "I'm your best friend, aren't I? If you're going to trust anyone with something like this, shouldn't it be me?"
Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His mind was racing with thoughts, his body tingling with excitement, and his cock was rock-hard in his trousers. But he still couldn't quite believe what was happening here. "Hermione, are you..." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.
She seemed to understand what he was trying to ask, though, because she nodded, her cheeks flushed pink. "Yes, Harry, I am," she confirmed. "If that is all it takes to bring back your smile, then I will do it. I want you to be happy, Harry. That's all that matters to me."
Harry opened his mouth, intending to argue against her offer, but no words came out. He knew that he should tell her no, that he shouldn't take advantage of their friendship like this. It would be wrong to take advantage of her kindness. But the image of her on her knees, naked, her perky breasts bouncing as he pounded her pussy hard from behind, made it difficult to focus on anything else.
In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation. He gave in to his desires and nodded, giving her a small smile. "Okay, Hermione," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If that's what you want, then I won't stop you."
Her whole face lit up when she heard those words, and without another word, she reached for the buttons of his trousers. She undid each one carefully, slowly revealing more and more of his lower half until they were hanging loosely around his hips. Her fingers brushed lightly over his skin, sending shivers running down his spine. When she finally pushed his boxers down, his massive cock sprang free, almost hitting her in the face.
Harry caught his breath as his cock swung free, waving lightly in the air for a moment. But as Hermione wrapped her hand around its base, he gasped, his whole body tensing at the sensation of her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.
"Oh my god," she breathed, staring at his cock in wonder. "Romilda wasn't exaggerating... This thing is huge!" she whispered, marvelling at his size.
Harry blushed deeply, feeling both embarrassed and excited at the same time. No matter how many times he had heard that in the last week, it still never failed to make his cock jump in excitement. The way she touched him so reverently only added fuel to the fire burning within him.
He watched as she leaned closer, studying every inch of his length curiously. Slowly, she began stroking him gently, her small hand struggling to wrap around his girth entirely. Inch by inch, she worked her way up and down his shaft, exploring every vein and ridge, learning the shape and form of his manhood.
Harry groaned softly, closing his eyes as pleasure washed over him. Every stroke sent waves of pure ecstasy coursing through his veins, making his heart race faster and faster. Her innocence only added to the thrill, and he couldn't help but imagine how she would look with his cock buried deep down her throat, her small lips stretched wide around his girth.
But before he could fully indulge in the fantasy, she pulled away, looking up at him with a shy expression. "Um... Harry... I... I don't actually have any sexual experience," she admitted, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. "I've never gone anywhere with Ron other than kissing and cuddling."
Harry smiled softly at her, grateful for her honesty. He didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't comfortable with, especially not when it came to something as intimate as this. "That's okay, Hermione," he said gently. "I'll guide you through it if that's what you want. We can take things as slow as you need."
She looked relieved, nodding eagerly. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered, smiling gratefully up at him. Then, taking a deep breath, she leaned forward again, her soft hands gripping his shaft tightly.
As she started moving her hand up and down his length once more, she asked hesitantly, "What should I do now?"
Harry smiled encouragingly at her, feeling proud that she trusted him enough to ask for guidance. "Well, you're doing great so far," he told her warmly. "But there are some things you can do to make it feel even better for me. Why don't you spit on your hand and use it to lubricate my cock? It'll make everything smoother and more pleasurable for both of us."
Hermione blushed brighter than ever, but did as she was told, spitting into her palm before rubbing her hand along his shaft, covering it with a slick layer of saliva. Afterwards, she resumed her movements, using her wet hand to stroke his cock up and down more confidently, creating a delicious friction between them.
Harry moaned loudly, throwing his head back as pleasure overwhelmed him. He loved the feeling of her small hand wrapped around his girth, guiding him towards release.
"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, unable to hold back anymore. "This feels amazing..."
Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, but she didn't stop, merely smiling up at him shyly. "I'm glad you like it, Harry," she whispered, her eyes shining with genuine happiness.
They continued like that for several minutes, their rhythm becoming steadier and more natural as time passed. However, after a while, Hermione stopped suddenly, looking up at him with a thoughtful expression.
"Is it... is it normal for guys to last this long without... you know... coming?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry chuckled softly, amused by her innocence. "There are many ways to bring someone to climax, Hermione," he explained patiently. "But it usually just comes down to how much stimuli they get. Right now, I'm mostly enjoying the feel of your hand on my cock, but if you want to make me come faster, there are other things you could try."
Hermione blinked at him, processing his words carefully. After a few seconds, understanding seemed to dawn on her. "You mean... oral sex?" she whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear.
Harry nodded, a naughty smile playing on his lips. "Yes, exactly," he confirmed. "Or you could give me something to look at while you're working me, something that will make me extra hard and sensitive. For example, you could show me your breasts or let me watch you touch yourself. Things like that can be incredibly arousing, trust me."
Hermione stared at him for a moment, clearly considering his suggestion. She chewed on her lower lip nervously before finally nodding slowly. "Okay," she agreed quietly. "I think I can do that."
With another shy glance up at him, she reached under her shirt, pulling it off over her head. Underneath, she wore a simple white bra, the cups barely containing her large breasts. Gently, she undid the clasp in front, freeing her plump mounds from their confinement.
Harry watched in amazement as her luscious tits bounced free, jiggling enticingly right in front of his face. They were larger than he had expected, easily filling both of his palms, leaving little room left for anything else. The dark brown nipples stood out prominently against her pale skin, already stiffening visibly under his gaze.
"Wow," he breathed, awestruck by the sight. "You have no idea how hot you look right now, Hermione."
Emboldened by his praise, she reached up to cup her heavy breasts, lifting them up slightly, offering him a better view. Harry couldn't help but stare at them hungrily, watching as her fingers toyed with her nipples, rolling them gently between her thumb and forefinger.
His cock twitched in response, growing harder than ever before. Pre-cum leaked from its tip, painting a sticky trail down his shaft as he throbbed impatiently.
Hermione giggled lightly, noticing his reaction. "Looks like somebody likes what he sees," she teased playfully, clearly gaining a bit of confidence from his reaction.
Harry grinned unabashedly, loving every second of it. "You have no idea how much I love seeing you like this, Hermione," he admitted honestly. "Your body is absolutely gorgeous, and I can't wait to see more of it."
She blushed again, hiding her face behind her hands modestly. "Stop it, Harry," she protested, but she couldn't keep the smile from spreading across her lips as she reached for his cock once more. "You're making me blush."
He chuckled softly, watching as she resumed her ministrations, her soft hands gliding smoothly up and down his length. She was getting better at it, finding a steady rhythm that drove him wild with pleasure.
Every stroke sent waves of ecstasy washing over him, flooding his senses with pure joy. The way she looked at him, so earnest and sincere, only added fuel to the fire burning within him. He could hardly believe that this was really happening, that his best friend was giving him such a sweet, intimate gift.
But then, just when he thought things couldn't get any better, she surprised him yet again. As she jerked him off with her hands, she leaned in closer, her lips parting slightly as she stuck out her tongue. Her warm breath caressed the sensitive head of his cock, making him shudder with delight.
Without warning, she darted forward, planting a light kiss on the very tip of his cockhead. Harry gasped loudly, shocked by the sudden contact. His whole body tensed up, anticipation coursing through his veins.
"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, barely able to contain himself. "You're going to make me come if you keep doing that."
Hermione giggled lightly, clearly pleased with herself. "That's kind of the point, isn't it?" she replied cheekily, before leaning in even closer, her soft lips brushing against his cockhead again. This time, however, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she lingered for a moment longer, pressing her mouth firmly against his cockhead, swirling her tongue around its tip.
Harry moaned deeply, his entire body trembling with excitement. It had been one thing to have Daphne chocking herself on his dick, but having Hermione suck on his cockhead like this was an entirely different experience altogether. Her innocence made everything feel so much more intense, so much more meaningful.
He watched as she slowly pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his manhood, watching as it twitched eagerly beneath her gaze.
"Mmm, you taste good," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I could get used to this."
Harry groaned, feeling his orgasm building up inside him. If she kept this up, he wouldn't last much longer. "Hermione, please..." he begged, trying to hold back his climax.
She smiled wickedly at him, understanding exactly what he meant. Without another word, she leaned in again, taking the entire head of his cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth closed around his tip, her tongue swirling around it, teasing him mercilessly.
Her hand continued stroking his base, keeping up a steady pace while she sucked on his cockhead. Every few seconds, she would pause long enough to give him a quick peck or two, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through his body.
Harry threw his head back, groaning loudly, unable to contain himself anymore. "Holy fuck, Hermione!" he shouted, grabbing hold of her hair.
She didn't seem to mind, merely smiling up at him as she continued lavishing attention on his cock. Her hands joined in once more, stroking him faster and harder than before, bringing him ever closer to his climax.
Taking matters into his own hands, Harry reached for one of her large breasts, squeezing it gently. The soft flesh felt like heaven under his fingertips, supple and yielding, yet firm and well-defined. Unable to resist the temptation, he began kneading her breast, massaging it in slow circles, admiring the way it responded to his touch.
Hermione moaned softly around his cockhead, letting out little whimpers of pleasure as he fondled her breasts. She loved the feeling of his strong hands manipulating her sensitive mounds, turning her on beyond belief.
By now, Harry could tell that he wasn't going to last much longer. She had driven him too far, pushed him past his limits. Every stroke, every lick, every suck brought him closer to the edge. There was no way he could hold back anymore.
"Hermione, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice strained with pleasure.
She nodded, still bobbing her head up and down his shaft, not missing a beat despite knowing full well what was about to happen. In fact, she seemed almost excited by the prospect, her eyes shining brightly with eagerness.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry reached his breaking point. He felt his balls tighten, his whole body tensing up as his orgasm approached. "Here it comes, Hermione," he grunted, closing his eyes as the first wave of pleasure washed over him.
Hermione quickly pulled back, sticking out her tongue in time to receive the first spurt of cum, while simultaneously wrapping both hands around his throbbing length, working him hard. She aimed his cockhead at her tongue, eager to taste his release. While she certainly had good intentions, her aim left something to be desired. Instead of hitting her tongue as intended, jet after jet of hot, sticky cum splattered across her face, coating her cheeks, her nose, and her hair in a thick layer of white. After the first few spurts, she managed to redirect his aim lower, but most of it ended up all over her chest instead, painting her ample cleavage in streaks of pearl-white semen. Finally, however, she got the hang of it, and the last few spurts landed directly on her tongue, which she eagerly lapped up, swallowing his seed with a satisfied smile.
Harry stared at her, stunned by the sight before him. Never had he seen anything quite so beautiful in his entire life. "Wow," he breathed, awestruck by the sight of his best friend, plastered in his own cum. "That was... incredible..."
Hermione grinned up at him, looking absolutely radiant. "You liked it?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Harry nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "More than words can express," he admitted honestly. "Thank you, Hermione. That was amazing."
At seeing his genuine smile, Hermione beamed back at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I think that is the most genuine smile I've seen on your face in a long time," she observed, her voice filled with pride. "I'm glad I could help you, Harry. I really am. Just let me know the next time you feel lonely, okay? I'll do anything to make you happy."
Harry's softening cock twitched at her words, already stirring back to life. "Don't worry, Hermione," he promised, as he helped her up from her knees. "I definitely will."
