In My Sight

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In My Sight

Summary: Hermione enjoys some "private time" in her personal bathroom – but she isn't alone. H/Hr Het, masturbation, voyeurism

Rating: NC-17

A/N This was originally planned for inclusion in Harry Potter Big Brother, but I reworked the idea. It's sort of an "outtake". I can't remember who first suggested it, but credit goes to them for the idea of Hermione masturbating and being spied upon.

Harry Potter didn't mean to spy on Hermione in the bath – it just happened and he didn't try to stop or prevent the situation once the opportunity presented itself. As it was, the opportunity came in a very strange way...

Since she'd been chosen Head Girl, Hermione had had her own private bathroom where she could get away from the stresses of Hogwarts students and studies. Harry knew where this bathroom was and that it was adjacent to a tiny and very secret compartment that was only accessible through a magic spell. On the Marauder's Map, the tiny room looked like a closet. It was only large enough for one person, and Harry at first had figured it was a linen closet for the large bathroom. Studying the map more closely, he saw that the Head Boy's bathroom did not have such a corresponding closet, so he set out to find out exactly what its purpose was. At the time, he didn't realize Hermione was in the bathroom filling her tub with bubble solution and lighting a few softly scented candles to help add a relaxing atmosphere to the room. His mission was simply one of adventure, and he got much more than he'd bargained for once he found the little room.

A door was nowhere to be found. He knocked on the wall and it sounded solid. The easiest way for me to do this, he thought, is to go into the bathroom itself. Surely if it's a closet, there will be doors, and supplies inside. Mystery solved.

Only the door to the bathroom was locked when he tried it. Hermione must be taking a bath, he thought, feeling a tingle run down through his loins. Just the idea of Hermione naked, wet – it was too much to bear. Harry grew hard as he stood dumbly in the hallway, lost in his fantasy. He leaned back against the wall and sighed. If only he knew how to get into the little room.

Harry began to whisper every unlocking or door opening charm he could think of, swishing and flicking his wand at the blank wall again and again. His curiosity rose, not only because he wanted to know about this mysterious room, but because he knew Hermione was close, and naked, and if there was any chance that this door led into the bathroom, well, he wanted to know about it. For his own personal use.

Suddenly one of the charms worked – he couldn't remember which one – and he found himself pulled into the tiny room, right through the wall! It was a tight fit and the walls touched his shoulders, allowing only a little room for movement. In front of him, a tiny vertical crack presented itself, allowing a sliver of light inside. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Harry saw there were shelves directly in front of him; shelves filed with bottles and towels, candles, and other bathroom accessories. He was inside a closet of some sort.

He reached carefully around the towels and pushed the doors every so lightly. More light entered the closet, a warm yellow glow courtesy of Hermione's candles. He stood perfectly still as he peeked through the doors and saw Hermione in her thick bathrobe and slippers, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Steaming water poured into the bathtub in a torrent and the scent of lilacs filled Harry's nostrils. He listened as Hermione hummed a soft melody as her tub filled. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked around, as if she'd forgotten something. Harry prayed she wouldn't come to the closet, but just as he did, Hermione headed straight for him. He tried to duck, but there was nowhere to hide. She'd surely see him once she opened the linen closet doors.

A second later, the doors opened wide and Hermione stood before him, studying the contents of the shelves. She didn't appear to see him at all. Harry held his breath for as long as he could, fearful she could hear him and his vantage point would be given away. She grabbed a small bottle and a loofah, then headed back to the tub, leaving the doors open.

Harry let out the breath he'd been holding and tried to calm his racing heart. She couldn't see him! Something about this room was magical – and oh so wrong! How many men had hidden in here to watch the head girl take a bath? What if other girls knew about this room? The idea of girls watching each other bathe caused Harry's cock to become engorged again and he had to take deep breaths and think of Quidditch to make it go down again. His control was not to last. Hermione approached the bathtub and kicked off her slippers, then lowered her robe, letting it hit the fluffy mat at her feet. At the sight of her completely nude, Harrys' cock filled with blood so quickly he thought he might pass out.

He'd never seen her naked before, had no idea she had such a beautiful body under those school robes. She'd surely grown into a woman in the last few years, and only now when they were so close to leaving school, did he find this amazing little room. Harry almost cursed out loud, but caught himself. She couldn't see him, but she still might be able to hear him. His gazed traveled the length of her body, taking in her shoulders, the roundness of her breasts and rosy nipples, the flat of her stomach and gentle curves of her hips.

Watching intently, Harry slowly unzipped his trousers and grasped himself, moving his hand up and down along his thick shaft. He imagined grabbing Hermione, kissing her deeply – no, getting into the bath with her, fondling her nipples into hard points, nipping at her neck. Another fantasy replaced the previous one and now she was sitting astride him, his cock buried deep in her core, her body moving up, down and around as her face betrayed her pleasure and she moaned his name...

"Harry..."

Harry started. Did he hear his name? No, he was only fantasizing. He shook his head slightly, noticing Hermione had lowered herself into the tub and was now leaning back with her eyes closed. Her hands were hidden beneath the bubbles that concealed the rest of her body. He wondered what she was doing, when he heard his name again and this time knew it was really happening.

"Harry," she moaned, moving her head to the side and breathing heavily.

What was she doing? He cursed the damned bubbles that hid her from view and strained to see more. He stood on his tiptoes to get a better look into the water. The linen closet was quite close to the tub, but he couldn't see her because of the blasted suds. If she were partial to plain water, he'd have had a full view of her entire body under the warm water.

Hermione moved her right hand up to her breast and caressed her nipple. Harry's mouth went completely dry and he pumped himself faster. He watched as she gently pulled on her nipple, pinched it gently and tilted her head back into her satin covered bath pillow. A moan escaped her lips and echoed lightly through the room.

"Touch me, Harry," she sighed.

"I want to, Hermione," he whispered in response, then caught himself. She didn't seem to hear and made no indication of his presence. He watched her take a cloth and put a dab of pink gel onto it, rubbing it into a lather. She then began to wash herself in earnest, running the cloth over her breasts, under her arms and across her shoulders. Harry wondered if she could reach her back and wished he could jump into the room and help her. His interest in washing her extended to gently rubbing the cloth against her most sensitive areas that were now completely submerged.

Hermione leaned her head back into the water and wet her hair, then added a dollop of shampoo. Harry stroked himself more slowly, still tantalized with the motions of Hermione's fingers threading through her long hair. She rinsed by dunking her hair into the water a few times, but each time she came up with suds from the bath bubbles sticking to her hair and face.

In a move Harry hadn't anticipated, Hermione grabbed her wand and cast a spell on the bathwater, making it run completely clear. Harry drew a sharp breath as he witnessed Hermione's naked form before him. She dipped her hair into the water again, this time rinsing it thoroughly. Harry never realized how arousing a simple bath could be.

Hermione finished washing and lay back in the bathtub, relaxing. She cast a heating charm on the water and it began to steam slightly. Harry could feel the temperature of the room increase and since he was fully clothed, found his brow to be beaded in sweat and his clothing becoming damp and sticky. He wanted to rid himself of the cumbersome garments but there wasn't enough room to disrobe in the tiny compartment.

He leaned his head against the side wall and used it to support his body as he continued pumping his cock. Hermione's hand snaked down her stomach and nestled between her thighs, making Harry harder than ever. His engorged member strained in his hand and he couldn't seem to get enough air. He panicked for a second, thinking maybe he would run out of oxygen, but soon calmed himself. His cock however, would not be so easily quelled.

Hermione was driving him mad with desire. He watched her legs part and her finger dip into her passage, then move in and out. Again she moaned his name and closed her eyes. She looked like she was in bliss. The only way she could have had more pleasure was if Harry himself were in the water with her, with his own fingers touching her there. Or with his cock plunging in and out of her, sending waves of ecstasy over her body.

Harry was gripped with a sudden need to taste her. He imagined pulling her up out of the bath and getting down on his knees before her, parting her sweet lips with his tongue and bringing her to orgasm where she stood. He wanted to taste her juices, feel her getting slick and hot, slide himself up into her and watch her as her face contorted in pleasure.

"Harry, yes, fuck me, Harry," she was moaning softly as her hand moved under the water, causing some of the bathwater to splash over the side and onto the floor. She was oblivious to this and continued on.

Harry felt his knees grow weak at her words. He had no idea she'd ever fantasized about him or even thought of him that way. How could he face her after seeing, hearing this?

She was getting close, he could tell. Her breath came in small pants and her eyes were tightly shut. Her hips bucked against her hand, sending water everywhere. Harry wanted to come with her and tried desperately to hold on. He couldn't think clearly anymore – all that mattered was Hermione and somehow sharing this experience with her. He felt his orgasm rise and knew it would soon overtake him...at that moment he forced his eyes open and caught his breath in his throat as Hermione came. Her entire body tightened as a strangled cry escaped her lips, carrying with it his name again and again. He followed her over the edge, stroking himself to orgasm and feeling the hot sticky fluid pulse up through his shaft and spurt forth, hitting the wall. As the pulses lessened, Harry was left with cum on his hand and a very satisfied exhaustion that spread through his entire body. He panted in the darkness, gulping air and leaning forward as far as possible to allow more air into his lungs.

Hermione sighed contentedly in the bath, then climbed out. Harry's eyes widens in appreciation at the beautifully formed woman before him. His gaze followed her as she performed a drying spell and dressed herself for bed. She tidied the bathroom, leaving no trace of her activities of the evening. Finally she walked over to the closet, whose doors still stood wide open, and began to pull them shut. Harry thought for a moment she caught his eye, but a second later the doors were closed and he was left in darkness.

He tried twelve unlocking and opening charms before he hit upon the one that had first let him enter the room, and found himself pushed out into the hallway. Swiftly he turned and put his hands up to the wall, patting it to see where the opening could have been.

"Looking for something, Harry?" a female voice asked.

He whipped around to face Hermione, who wore a Cheshire cat grin.

"Uh...no..." he stammered, taken aback. "I was just...I was..."

Hermione looked at him quizzically, then smiled. "Whatever you're doing, I suggest you zip your trousers and uh, pack up your equipment before doing it. Good night." She turned and walked to her room, leaving him blushing scarlet.

Harry looked down and realized he not only hadn't closed his trousers, but his now flaccid cock was dangling inoffensively outside of his boxers. He tucked himself back inside his clothing and headed back to his dorm. On the way it occurred to him that Hermione hadn't questioned him extensively on just what he'd been doing right outside her private bathroom, where no one else was allowed. Maybe she knew all along, he thought. No, she couldn't have...

Hermione climbed into bed, still grinning madly. She couldn't wait to see Harry's face at breakfast. And she couldn't wait to share her bath with him again.