A/N: Thanks to those of you that reviewed! I don't know why, but I think this chapter may garner a few more reviews…just a feeling I have. Hopefully, this chapter can make up for the fact that I had Hermione acting so forward suddenly. Enjoy! Oh, and there is definitely more to come!
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Harry had become rather proficient at masturbation. How else was he to spend a good portion of his time locked in his room at the Dursley home? Frankly, it was the only time he felt alive at their residence. Being capable of causing any kind of pleasure to him for sanity's sake, while being surrounded by absolute negativity, was to be jumped at. It didn't make him feel pathetic like some might think. He knew, due to sharing a dormitory at Hogwarts with other healthy males, that everyone did it. Really, how else was one to figure out what they liked sexually?
He lay on the bed, pants unbuckled and unzipped, stroking his hardened cock. It felt good, like always, but he was now wishing for more. Never before had he done this while an attractive female was just down the hall. The visions of Hermione riding atop him returned to his hazed mind.
Yes, he would have no problem finishing this self gratification session quickly.
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Hermione stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her clothed body. The stone-wash jean shorts she chose were quite unlike her other clothing. They were short, but not to the point where her arse cheeks shown. She was, after all, vying for sexy, not trashy. The ribbed white tank top set off her newly acquired tan perfectly. Drying spell complete, her hair fell in soft ringlets thanks to a few muggle styling products aimed at killing frizz on humid days.
She was happy with how she looked. Now, she only needed to see how happy Harry would be with her appearance.
She quietly made her way down the stairs, hoping to sneak up on him. But he wasn't there. The laptop was where she had left it on the table and nothing else seemed disturbed.
His room
A wicked grin graced her face as she calmly made her way back up the stairs. She really wasn't the type to intrude on someone's private space but she had told him she would see him in a bit. The polite thing to do would have been to wait for her right where she left him. She had a nagging, but pleasant, feeling that Operation HSH was about to get shoved into overdrive.
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It felt wonderful. While he knew that Hermione's touch would be double the delight, he would settle for what he could presently get. His hand picked up speed as he imagined what part of her body Hermione would be washing that exact moment. While it was most likely her face or hair, he liked to think it would be her pert breasts or…
It was beginning to become too much. He knew that satisfaction was right around the corner. Just a few more strokes…
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Hermione stopped outside the closed door, desperately trying to listen for some sign of life. She heard no movement, but she did hear heavy breathing and some incoherent words being spoken. Her grin only grew wider as she summoned all her courage. It was now or never. She was hoping that Harry would accept her behaving so unlike herself. Though she had a feeling that once he experienced the benefits of the attitude change, he would be more than willing to acknowledge it was an adjustment for the better. Without so much as a knock, she grabbed the door handle and turned it freely. "Harry, I'm ready!"
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Harry's movements immediately stopped and shock entered his body. His mind was desperately telling him to sit up, to put his cock back inside his pants but his muscles wouldn't budge. Fortunately, he found his voice. "Hermione, what the fuck, don't you knock?"
He watched as she stared at him, wide eyed. One thing that was odd was that she was smiling…almost in a feral manner. "I'm so sorry, Harry." She sounded anything but.
He swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do or say. While he wasn't ashamed of the activity, he really didn't welcome the intrusion. "Um, do you think you could give me a moment?" He knew he wouldn't be able to recover and finish after the interruption, but he did want to gather his wits…and possibly lock himself in the room for the remainder of the summer.
She took a confident step towards him. "No."
He was a bit taken aback by her simple, incompliant response. "No?" Really, it was the only reaction he could muster at the moment.
"Harry, I obviously barged in on something important. I feel terribly dreadful. Please, allow me to make it up to you." That being said, she made her way closer to him and kneeled on the bed between his legs, her head hovering over his slightly softened cock.
If he thought he was in shock before, Harry realized he was absolutely frozen now. This was the very last scenario he pictured when Hermione waltzed through the bedroom door just moments before. "Hermione…"
"I want to do this," she said, a determined tone in her voice. "Let me do this." The devious smirk returned. "I'll allow you to watch me after."
His head began to spin as his cock stiffened back to its previous state. "Watch you?"
At his question, she crawled forward so that they were face to face, her lips inches from his own. "Pleasure myself," she whispered, then lightly kissed him, her tongue darting out to quickly lick his lips.
Her offer caused a groan to emit from deep within him. Pleased with his response, she was determined to return to the task at hand. "Prop yourself up on your elbows. I want you to not only feel the pleasure I'm causing, but see it as well." Harry did as she requested, more than willing to comply as the mere thought of Hermione's mouth on his cock made him stiffen to the point of being a bit uncomfortable.
She grabbed the shaft, taking a good look at the sexual organ in front of her. Most girls considered the penis to be an awkward looking part of the body. She, in fact, had giggled a bit while looking at some pictures on certain sites while doing her research. But now, having Harry's cock right in front of her, right in her hand, she realized he was exquisite. This was something she could pleasure. This was something that could pleasure her. Standing at attention it was almost powerful looking. Having it in her grasp made her feel powerful. Euphoria seemed to course through her veins in that instant.
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His had to have been the first she had seen. Harry was growing quite impatient, but he knew to tread lightly. Any wrong movement or spoken word could stop this wonderful moment before it had begun. Besides, this was who Hermione was. She studied his cock like it was a book. He saw her mouth inch closer to the head. But before anything happened, her eyes locked with his. "Let me know when you're about to cum." All he could do was nod his head, his breathing beginning to quicken at the prospect of what was about to occur.
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She moistened her lips and bent down, her mouth encasing just the head of his cock.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned.
She fought the urge to smile and continued with her mission. She began to twirl her lips gently around the ridge of the head while maintaining the sucking factor. This produced more moaning from Harry, a sound she was enjoying. He seemed to appreciate her current ministrations, so she didn't feel the need to change her tactics. Why mess with a good thing?
Before the moment she took his cock in her mouth, she was unsure of what the whole experience would be like. The thought of a penis in her mouth did not really intrigue her. Why should it?
But she understood it all as soon as tongue met skin.
"That feels so fucking wonderful, Hermione."
She felt alive knowing that this simple act could cause such gratification. The head of his cock was so smooth and warm. His scent was musky. The same could be said for the taste of his skin. One of her hands was rhythmically moving up and down his shaft while the other hand was lightly fondling his balls. She thanked her ability to multi-task.
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His senses were on overload. Her mouth, her hands, her touch; it was all too much and not enough at the same time. He did as she requested and watched as she delivered the sweet torture. There were moments when he had to close his eyes and relish in the bliss of it all. "So good," he blissfully sighed.
Hermione's response, since her mouth was a bit preoccupied, was a moan that came out as a hum which caused Harry to shiver with pleasure.
And then, before he could enjoy anymore of the heavenly torment, he felt his climax approach. "Her…mione, I'm…gonna…"
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She was snapped out of her set pace by his words. This was the moment she had been craving to experience. She just hoped the information she had read worked. She quickly placed her thumb at the very base of his cock but continued to suck vigorously on the head. She heard his grunts, moans and whimpers, all seeming to signify his climax but, just as her research had stated, there was no cum. She sustained this action for several moments, allowing his climax to continue. From the sound of it, he was in favor of this decision.
She then quickly prepared herself for what was about to happen. She knew once she lifted her thumb, a geyser would be released. Would she swallow? Would she move out of the way? She had ruled out the idea of swallowing beforehand, but now that the moment had arrived she was somewhat interested in what it would be like. Curiosity usually got the best of Hermione.
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The surges of pleasure rocked Harry's body. He had never experienced a climax like this before. He couldn't stop the noises that forced to be let out as he continued to peak. He was a tad worried when he felt Hermione's thumb pinch the base of his cock, but he was nothing but grateful now. He watched as she continued to suck at the head like it was a blow pop. It was then that a tiny bit of the haze lifted in his mind and he realized that, even though he was climaxing, no cum was being released.
Just as he realized this little fact, he saw her release her thumb. What happened next would forever be engrained in his mind for eternity. He felt himself cum hard…in her mouth. He came so hard that he couldn't stop himself from grunting and moaning quite loudly, his head tossed back in ecstasy. He wasn't sure if he would ever experience anything like this ever again, so he took the time to take pleasure in the feeling.
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She had greatly underestimated her abilities. She felt geyser had been a bit of an understatement and planned on contacting the author of the site she had used for fellatio research.
She wanted to gag, wanted to spit, but knew she was doing this for his benefit and not her own. She swallowed as much as she could, but was unable to take it all. She was mortified when some of his cum leaked out the side of her mouth. All she could think of was that after all of the pleasure she had just lavished on him, he would be utterly disgusted at the sight of his seed on her face.
Then, their eyes locked. He was still panting quite heavily, his brow glistening with a light sheen of sweat. A look of contentment mixed with confusion was his current expression. He broke the stare and looked to the bedside table. Reaching for a tissue, he turned back and handed it to her. He now made sure to smile shyly at the somewhat awkward moment.
She gratefully accepted the tissue and wiped her mouth slowly, wracking her brain for the right thing to say. Harry beat her to it.
"Don't think I'm complaining, because I'm not, but I have to understand what just happened."
She took a deep breath, knowing this was bound to happen. There were, in fact, several reasons why she acted on her fantasy. She had wanted to help him relieve the stress that had plagued him for the last nearly seventeen years. She had wanted him to let go and feel pleasure that was completely for him and him alone. But mostly she had done it because she simply wanted to do it. She figured the latter response would be best. "I did it because I wanted to." She cleared her throat and moved up to lie beside him. "I wanted to be the one to give you pleasure. I wanted to be the one to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Moreover, I did it because I wanted you to know that I would be willing to do it more often."
He kept his eyes on her as the words she spoke sank in. "How long have you felt like this?"
"It has been for several months now. I can't tell you when the moment happened that I began to see you as more. All I can say is that it did happen and the feeling hasn't gone away since. That's why I never said anything. Aside from the fact that we were quite distracted from our normal lives this past year, there was the worry of destroying a friendship by admitting to something that could have very well been a passing fancy. Once I realized the feelings only became stronger, and you admitted to no longer wanting to pursue…um, other avenues that were previously traveled, I decided to act on it all." She took a deep breath as she ended her confession, hoping that she hadn't completely ruined everything.
Harry's mind was clouded with all the information. It was a lot to take in after experiencing the attention she had showered upon him. But he knew he had better say something, lest she think she made a mistake. "I'm glad you did. Act on it, I mean. I've been attracted to you for a while now as well." He watched her eyes widen, then a sweet smile appear. Harry knew they could talk more, knew there was plenty to discuss. But he also knew that sometimes saying too much could ruin the moment. So he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, resulting in a sweet kiss. Then, he remembered. "So, did you really mean it when you said I could watch you?"
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