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Hermione Granger stepped off the worn cobblestones of the quiet London street and into the dimly lit alley that led to the row of flats. The cool evening air was a stark contrast to the stuffy, bureaucratic warmth of the Ministry of Magic she'd just left. Her robes, once pristine, now bore the subtle stains of a long day's work. She'd hoped for a quiet evening, perhaps with a good book and a cup of tea. But as the alley grew closer to the pub, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses grew louder, hinting at a different sort of evening in store.
Her mind was preoccupied with the paperwork she'd brought home, the incessant demands of her job as deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement weighing on her. Yet, the thought of seeing Harry's comforting presence at their flat couldn't help but stir a warmth in her chest. Harry had mentioned he might be home late, but she hadn't expected the apartment to be so eerily silent when she arrived.
Climbing the stairs to the second floor, her heels echoed off the ancient wood, and she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. As she reached the landing, she spotted a sliver of light peeking out from beneath their apartment door. Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Maybe Harry was home after all. She pushed the door open to reveal the warm, familiar mess of their bedroom. The scent of incense and old books hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of something delicious from the kitchen.
In the soft glow of the moonlight that spilled through the windows, she saw Harry, sprawled out on their bed, sound asleep. He was naked, his body relaxed and peaceful in his slumber. The sight of him took her breath away. His tan skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat from the warmth of the room, highlighting the lean muscles that rippled across his chest and down his arms. His stomach was toned from his rigorous dueling practice, and his legs, long and muscular, were splayed out in a manner that was both innocent and incredibly enticing.
Her eyes traveled down to his groin, where his cock lay, pink-tipped and nestled in a thatch of black curls. The softness of his manhood contrasted with the rest of his firm body, and Hermione felt a sudden, powerful surge of desire. She bit her lower lip, her hand instinctively reaching to her own chest, where her heart was racing. The room was still, save for the gentle rhythm of Harry's breathing and the distant hum of the city outside.
Quietly, Hermione set her bag down and began to strip out of her robes. The fabric fell away, revealing her own bare, wanton form. Her nipples were hard, her skin tingling with anticipation as she tiptoed closer to the bed. Her gaze lingered on Harry's cock, which had started to stir with the heat of her own arousal. She knew that he was a heavy sleeper, but the risk of waking him only heightened her excitement.
With a silent spell to muffle any sounds of movement, she climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. She hovered over him, her eyes greedily drinking in every inch of his exposed body. Harry's cock began to stiffen more, reaching out from its nest of curls, and Hermione couldn't resist the urge to touch him. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and gently wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. The skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and she felt his cock twitch in response.
Her thumb found the underside of his glans, tracing the delicate ridge of his frenulum, and she watched as a bead of precum appeared, glistening in the moonlight. Harry's breathing grew heavier, but he didn't wake. Emboldened, she began to stroke him, her hand moving slowly and deliberately along the shaft, feeling it thicken and harden with every pass. His cock grew to its full length, the foreskin pulling back to expose the sensitive, swollen head. Hermione's eyes widened slightly; she'd never seen him so aroused while sleeping.
Her own body was responding in kind. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached for attention. She slid her free hand down her torso, her fingertips dancing over her stomach before reaching the dampness between her thighs. As she touched herself, her strokes grew more urgent, matching the rhythm of her hand on Harry's cock. She was wet, ready, and the slickness of her arousal coated her fingertips as she explored her clit.
Her other hand tightened around him, her movements becoming more confident as she felt her own desire rising. Harry's cock was a work of art, and she reveled in the power she had over his body. Her thumb swiped over the slit, smearing the precum, making her hand glide more easily. Hermione watched as the shaft pulsed in her grip, and she knew he was close to waking up. She didn't want to stop, though. The thrill of potentially getting caught was intoxicating, and she felt a rebellious streak she hadn't known was there.
Her eyes traveled down to his heavy sac, full and begging for attention. With a gentle touch, she cupped his balls in her palm, feeling their warmth and weight. She massaged them with a firm but tender pressure, her thumb rolling over the sensitive skin. His cock jumped at the touch, and she couldn't resist giving them a little squeeze, watching as the skin tightened and his body tensed. The sound of his breathing grew louder, and she knew she was pushing the boundaries of his sleep.
The room was now charged with a sexual tension so palpable it seemed to crackle in the air. Hermione could feel her own pulse in her ears as she continued to stroke him, her own hand movements growing more erratic as she grew closer to her peak. The softness of his balls contrasted with the firmness of his cock, and she found herself lost in the sensation of her hand gliding over both. It was a heady mix of power and vulnerability, a dance she'd never experienced with anyone else.
Her eyes never left Harry's face, watching for the moment he would open his eyes and realize what she was doing. The anticipation was agonizing, but she didn't want to wake him just yet. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered a spell to make herself quieter. The mattress dipped slightly as she shifted, and she brought her hand to her mouth, tasting her own juices. The salty sweetness of her arousal only fueled her desire, and she brought her hand back to Harry's cock, her thumb tracing lazy circles around the base of his shaft as she contemplated her next move.
With a sly smile, Hermione decided to push him further. She leaned down, her mouth mere inches from his cock, and took a deep breath, letting the warmth of her exhale wash over his sensitive skin. Harry stirred, his eyes fluttering open. For a moment, he looked confused, his sleepy gaze meeting hers. But when he saw the look of hunger in her eyes and felt her hand wrapped around his erection, understanding dawned. He didn't protest as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum that had gathered there.
The suddenness of her action was a surprise, but Harry's body responded instinctively. His hips bucked upward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Hermione took him eagerly, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth as she began to suck and stroke him with a fervor that she'd never felt before. She could feel her own orgasm building, her clit throbbing with every movement of her hand. The sounds of her sucking filled the room, muffled only by the enchantment she'd cast.
Her eyes never left his, even as she took more of him into her mouth, her throat constricting around his shaft. Harry's eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, his hand reaching up to cradle the back of her head as he guided her movements. Hermione moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. She could feel her own juices trickling down her thighs, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Her hand moved faster, her thumb circling her clit in a frenzied pattern that matched the rhythm of her mouth on him.
The tension in the room was unbearable, the only sounds the wet noises of her sucking and the occasional gasp from Harry as she hit just the right spot. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, and she knew he was close too. The muscles in his thighs tensed, his toes curling into the bed sheets. Hermione's own climax was approaching, a crescendo of pleasure building deep within her.
With a final, desperate stroke, she felt Harry's body stiffen, his cock swelling in her mouth. He let out a low groan, and she swallowed the hot spurt of his cum, her eyes still locked on his. His release triggered her own, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she rode the wave of sensation. The room seemed to spin around them, the only anchor the steady beat of their hearts and the sound of their mingled gasps.
As Harry's orgasm subsided, he pulled her up, his arms wrapping around her, his cock still hard between them. "Hermione," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and lust. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue, their passion igniting like a wildfire. They rolled over, the sheets tangling around their limbs as they explored each other with a renewed hunger.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, and she felt his cock sliding against her wetness, leaving a trail of warmth. Harry took her nipples between his teeth, biting and tugging gently, making her gasp into his mouth. His hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and the arch of her back. The feel of his skin against hers was intoxicating, setting every nerve alight with need.
With a flick of his wrist, Harry summoned a bottle of lubrication from the bedside drawer. His eyes never left hers as he coated his cock, the glisten of the potion making him even more enticing in the moonlit room. Hermione's pussy clenched in anticipation, and she could feel her walls quivering with need. Harry took his time, spreading her labia apart with gentle fingers, admiring her slick folds. Her inner labia, a soft shade of pink, were plump and sensitive to the touch, already swollen with desire.
He leaned in closer, his eyes focused on her clitoris, which peeked out from its hood like a shy jewel. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her sex, the way her flesh responded to his touch, how it seemed to welcome him. He could see the arousal in the way her inner labia had darkened and the slickness that coated her outer folds. Harry knew that her clit was the center of her pleasure, and he was determined to show it the reverence it deserved. He bent down, his breath hot against her skin, and took the sensitive nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
Hermione arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets as Harry's mouth worked her clit. She could feel the tension building, her inner walls contracting around his fingers as he slid them into her pussy. The feeling was exquisite, his touch both tender and demanding. Harry knew her body better than anyone, and he used that knowledge to drive her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room as he pushed deeper, exploring every inch of her cunt with a curiosity that never seemed to wane. He felt the wetness of her arousal coating his hand, and he knew she was ready for him. With a final kiss to her clit, he positioned his cock at her entrance, the tip pressing against the warm, inviting flesh. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the pressure of him against her.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Harry entered her, filling her pussy completely. Hermione's body trembled around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in waves of pleasure. "Merlin, Hermione," he groaned, his voice a mix of reverence and hunger. "Your pussy feels like it was made just for me." His words were a gentle murmur against her neck, his breath hot and ragged with need.
"Tight, hot, and so wet," Harry continued, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "It's like a sleeve, made to grip me tightly, to milk me dry." His hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a rhythm that made her moan with every stroke. Hermione's legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she tried to get closer, to feel more of him.
Their movements grew more frantic, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought to satisfy the hunger that had been building between them. Harry's cock felt like it was made to fit her, sliding in and out with a delicious friction that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She could feel herself tightening around him, her pussy contracting as she approached climax.
"I love the way your pussy feels," Harry whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before." His strokes grew stronger, more forceful, as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside her. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat, her body tightening as she felt the first flutter of an orgasm begin to build deep within her. "You're so tight, baby, so wet," he murmured, his words a sweet torment that pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving as Harry's cock plunged into her, each stroke bringing her closer to the brink. "You feel like heaven, nothing will ever feel as good as this pussy," he growled, his teeth grazing her ear. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her orgasm begin to crest, her body arching up to meet him.
With a final, desperate thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside her, and they both came together, their moans echoing through the quiet apartment. Hermione's pussy clenched around him, her muscles rippling with the intensity of her climax. Harry's cock pulsed, filling her with warmth as he emptied himself into her, his body shaking with the force of his release. They clung to each other, their breathing ragged, their hearts pounding in a frantic rhythm that matched the beat of their passion.
For a moment, they lay still, their bodies entwined, the only sound their gasps for air. The aftermath of their lovemaking washed over them, leaving them drenched in sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Harry kissed her neck, his lips moving along her collarbone as he whispered sweet nothings that seemed to resonate through her very soul. Hermione's eyes remained closed, savoring the feel of him inside her, his weight a comfort she never wanted to lose.
Slowly, Harry pulled out, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound that made her shiver. He rolled onto his side, bringing her with him, their legs still tangled together. He cradled her against his chest, his hand stroking her hair as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the cooling night air, and she felt more content than she had in weeks.
The intensity of their passion slowly began to ebb away, leaving them both panting and sated. Hermione's eyes remained closed as Harry's gentle caresses grew more languid. She felt the sticky warmth of their combined release on her thighs and the delicious ache between her legs that signaled a job well done. With a satisfied sigh, she curled closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Hermione," Harry whispered, his voice filled with wonder and adoration. "You never cease to amaze me."
Hermione's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips. "What can I say?" she murmured. "I've had a long day at work. I guess I was just... in need."
They shared a quiet laugh, the tension of the day dissipating into the humid air of their passion-filled room. Harry's hand drifted down to her ass, squeezing gently, and she felt his cock begin to stir again. It was clear he wasn't ready for the night to end just yet. "Again?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.
"Always," Harry murmured, his hand sliding down her thigh. His thumb brushed against the still sensitive flesh of her pussy, making her shiver. "I'll never get enough of you."
With a seductive arch of her back, Hermione shifted onto all fours, presenting herself to him. Her pussy was swollen and sensitive, but the need for him was stronger than any discomfort. Harry's eyes lit up with desire as he took in the sight of her. He leaned in, kissing her deeply as his hand reached around to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over the stiff peak of her nipple.
With a firm grip on her hip, Harry guided his cock back into her, the head nudging against her wetness. He pushed in slowly, savoring the feel of her tightening around him. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her body welcoming him back in with a greed she didn't bother to hide. They began to move together, their bodies setting a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.
Her hips rolled back to meet his, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her. Harry's hand trailed down her spine, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he drove into her deeper. The sound of their skin slapping filled the room, a testament to their unbridled passion. Hermione felt the beginnings of another climax building, her muscles tightening around Harry's cock in anticipation.
Their movements grew more frantic, the rhythm of their lovemaking a symphony of desire. Harry's hand found her clit again, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. She came with a scream that was muffled by his mouth, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Harry followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her once more with his cum.
They collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled, their bodies slick with sweat. The room was still and quiet again, the only sound their panting breaths. Harry pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, his cock still nestled within her. They lay there, their hearts beating together, their love and lust a living, breathing entity in the moonlit room.
For a moment, they were lost in each other, the weight of the world forgotten. It was just Harry and Hermione, two lovers entwined, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, until the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains. As the sun began to rise, they drifted off into a peaceful sleep, their bodies still joined, their hearts forever entwined. The rest of the world could wait; they had all the time they needed in each other's arms.