Chapter 5: A wet dream
It was late evening in the Gryffindor common room. The crackle of fire illuminated the face of Hermoine. She had heard some stories about Harry, and she wondered if they were true.
She got up and sneaked towards his room.
Inside the dormitory, Hermione spotted him sitting on his bed reading a book. He glanced up and saw her.
"Hey Hermione," he greeted casually. Wondering why she had come to visit him in his bedroom.
Harry smiled knowingly at her. "Is there anything wrong? Why are you here?"
Hermione took a deep breath, feeling somewhat nervous. Her heart raced, wondering whether she should tell him everything she knows or not. Ultimately, she chose honesty. "There are rumours going around school, Harry. Rumours involving you and your relationship to certain women..."
He raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Really? What kind of rumours?"
"Well, mostly concerning my friend Cho Chang."
Harry nodded slowly, processing the information.
"Okay, let's hear it then," he said warily. "It sounds serious enough to worry me."
Hermione took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "So… well, it seems there's a rumour circulating that you slept with Cho. Many people believe this is the reason why Cho does not want anyone but you or Ron," she informed him.
Harry frowned; " I have not slept with Cho. Ron and I were a bit horny and she only sucked us off".
He did not mention the spells yet.
"Anything else?" He asked, his brow furrowed.
"Why did you not come to me? I would have helped you with your hornyness", she said. "You did not have to go to that slut Cho".
Said Hermione irritatedly.
"True", replied Harry. His face showed slight disappointment. "But she was there. Besides, we had been testing some spells on her."
Said Harry, trying to explain without exposing more details. "One of those spells made her very compliant during the process".
Hermione raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Spells? On her?"
"Yes, we thought it might be interesting," added Harry nonchalantly. "And also because she is such a slut. Wewould not want to leave you the way we left her. All covered in cum".
Hermione grimaced at the image this conjured in her head.
"I would not have mind that", she says softly.
Harry, surprised by Hermoine's confession: "sorry Hermoine, I just never thought of you as a cumslut"
Hermoine said; "not for everyone, but for you... I would not mind you covering me. Actually, I want you to do that."
Harry reacted with surprise in his voice; "and what else do you like Hermoine?"
Hermione hesitates slightly, then takes a deep breath. "Actually, I haven't tried most things yet," she admitted, her cheeks flushing red. "But I am curious."
"Let's try new things together," offered Harry, stepping closer to her. "I have learned a few spells you might like"
Hermione blushed, still unsure. "What kind of spells?"
"They are quite intimate," hinted Harry, smiling mischievously. "Think of how much fun we could have, once we explore them together."
Hermione mulled over his words, temptation gnawing at her resolve. She hesitated momentarily before responding, "Are they really that good?"
Harry responded by aiming his wand at Hermoine; "trust me", he said, followed by "'wettus'".
Immediately, Hermione's previously dry pussy started filling with liquid, turning moist and slippery. Harry couldn't help but smile at her reaction; watching her become visibly affected by the simple magic. It wasn't just her physical response either – Hermione seemed increasingly aware of her desire, almost trembling beneath her skin. Slowly, carefully, Harry moved in closer to Hermione, allowing himself to take in her scent – fresh and inviting, with hints of innocence mixed with excitement.
"How is that?", he asked.
"Does it feel nice?"
A faint flush colored Hermione's cheeks as she answered honestly, "Yes, it feels strange but pleasant."
Their closeness was palpable as Harry began casting another spell. With 'fillus', he infused his cock with even greater potency, causing it to grow larger and harder than ever before.
Meanwhile, Hermione found herself experiencing similar sensations in her pussy. Both awestruck and enthralled by these transformations, they stood facing one another, the air charged with anticipation. "Show me," she urged quietly, barely masking her trepidation.
Harry obliged, showing his cock to her.
Its size and shape captivated Hermione, making her realize that despite her inexperience, she wanted to explore further. Feeling bold, she grabbed his erection firmly and ran her fingers along its length, marveling at the texture and warmth.
"Will you please fuck my mouth Harry?" asked Hermione, suddenly bolder.
She leaned into him, closing the gap between them, offering herself completely. Without further ado, Harry lowered himself down, guiding his enlarged member towards Hermione's awaiting mouth.
Seeing her enthusiasm, he couldn't resist indulging her request. Placing his hands behind her neck, he held her steady as he entered her mouth, careful not to force her beyond her comfort zone. He watched as Hermione adjusted, taking him deeper within her mouth with ease and skill. Despite her inexperience, she proved to be an adept partner in their mutual exploration.
As he thrust rhythmically, Hermione savored every movement of his hips, relishing the experience of sharing her first encounter with someone whom she trusted implicitly.
She loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth.
Each stroke drove her forward, fueling both her hunger and desire. The sensation of having something so masculine inside her mouth thrilled her deeply, pushing boundaries that she hadn't realized existed. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry, giving him all the support he needed as he continued thrusting. Her eyes met his, communicating unspoken messages through silent understanding. This was exactly where she belonged, locked in passionate connection with the boy she admired. They were exploring themselves, discovering new territories together, venturing forth hand in hand - or rather, mouth in crotch.
The last time she had had a cock like this in her mouth it was Hagrids
'. But Hagrid was clumsy, big boned. That night, she remembered thinking she would need a strong jaw and great stamina to endure that. Now, however, it felt different. She felt powerful. In control. Strong. Desirable. She liked it. She could sense Harry's growing pleasure too, reflected in his heavy breathing, rapid pulse, and the way his body quivered under hers.
Her lips caressed him, massaging his shaft tenderly as they went up and down. Her tongue swiped across the tip teasingly.
As she progressed, Harry could no longer hold back his own desires. Hermione's enthusiastic encouragement combined with her willingness to experiment fueled his drive for satisfaction.
Pulling away, he turned Hermione around, pinning her against the wall. Leaving his wand near Hermione, he pulled out his enlarged penis which Hermione stared at wide-eyed. This was indeed much bigger and stronger than before. Her legs instinctively parted to accommodate him, granting full access to her entrance.
With deliberate care, Harry positioned himself, allowing his already throbbing member to brush against Hermione's dripping folds. Seeing her vulnerability only ignited his desire even more, pushing aside any remaining restraints. Tightening his grip on her waist, he began his descent toward her waiting opening.
The gentle pressure applied by Harry sent waves of anticipation coursing through Hermione's veins. Each tiny shift caused her insides to contract in eager anticipation, sending shivers throughout her entire being.
She arched her back, lifting her bottom higher, seeking to align their bodies perfectly. As the moment drew near, her muscles tensing involuntarily in readiness, Hermione closed her eyes tightly, letting out a soft whimper of desire. It signaled surrender—the perfect mix of fearlessness and fragility that captured Harry’s heart entirely.
Harry, overcome with lust, pressed his forehead against Hermione's shoulder blade, breathing heavily into her ear.
"Feels so damn amazing," he whispered hoarsely. "Every touch sends shockwaves of pure pleasure through me."
Hermione echoed his sentiment, wrapping her arms around him tighter. "This is incredible… better than anything I imagined."
Emboldened by her openness, Harry pushed further, finding the sweet spot that sent ripples of delight cascading through both of them. Their movements became fluid and intuitive, driven by shared desire and exploding chemistry.