Slytherin Me (18 +)

Quidditch (Harry x Hermione)

These events in this story happen around year 4-5 where they are still at Hogwarts. For the sake of fantasy, disregard any relationships besides the ones discussed in the fanfic.

"Back already?"

Harry ran his fingers through a mat of wet brown hair, feeling it fall in a messy, unruly fashion across his forehead.

"Yea. Quidditch practice got done earlier than usual. You're already finished with your morning reading?"

Hermione lounged in a chair before him, a large book spread out on her lap. A sugar quill is placed delicately in her lips and she sucks gently on it. Her lips are soft, rich, and full.

"I came back to the common room in case you were here. I've been studying some charms, you see."

"What type of charms?"

Harry moved closer to her. She wanted to see me? He was shirtless, fully nude save for some underwear and a cloth draped over his shoulders. She could feel the heat emanating off his body. It made her tingle and feel hot in her chest.

Hermione stood and paused, inches away from his face so that their hair brushed slightly: her bushy ginger hair against his wet sleek mop. Her eyes glimmer mischievously and he swallows a gulp, feeling her eyes move up and down, tracing his figure. She lips her lush lips and a finger runs down Harry's chest, stopping just inches from his crotch.

"Growth charms. Oh! I didn't even need my wand for this one."

Her fingers grip his growing cock and it hardens in her palms, pressing tightly against the fabric. Harry rocks his head back, panting, feeling his glasses press against him like the vixen clenched around his member.

"Not like you need enlargement. Not when you're packing something like this down here."

Still against the fabric, feeling the warmth and softness of her flesh, Harry moans, pleading, begging for Hermione to do more.

She flicks her robe up and presses her round ass onto his body, thrusting his rock hard cock upwards in the process. Of breaks free from its cloth prison and stands tall, erect, prideful.

"You want it, don't you? You want me to press this perfect bubble butt against your cock. You want me to drain your tight balls with my thighs. You want me."

She's so close, he thought. I'm so close. It was irresistible. Going against her charm was an impossible feat. He tried to dominate her, to force her to succumb, but he so wished to concede to her demands that found himself whimpering in her ear.

"Yes-please. Anything you want. Let me touch you, let me..."

"Oh?" A smirk dots her face. She backs up slightly, inching slightly backwards. The sensitive tip of his cock brushes against the smooth softness of her ass. Harry moans out loud.

"The Chosen One. And you chose me. That..." She blushes a bit and her face is drawn into a little smile. "That makes me happy, Harry."

Dammit, he thinks. How can I do anything when she acts so adorably? She's too cute! All I want to do is-

"Hermione." She glanced at him, the large doe eyes glistening innocently above her seductive body. "I love you."

A broad smile breaks across her face. She seems contented, though her cheeks are flustered a pretty pink.

"Dummy. Don't you know how girls feel when you say stuff like that? I guess it can't be helped. I'll give you a little reward."

Hermione starts grinding against Harry, slowly at first, in rhythmic circles. He thrusts back against her, feeling the tightness of her thighs around his cock and the top of his member brushing against the lips of her pussy. The friction is incredibly stimulating and he can't hold himself back. Pushing Hermione down, he thrusts rapidly, his hips gyrating as his hands explore her busty chest. They feel like huge round pillows in his grasp, warm and soft, and he cannot help but drown in their perfection, twirling them back and forth as his hips swing wildly.