"Wingardium Leviosa," said Hermoine.
A devilish smile appeared on her face as Harry's throbbing member stood straight up in the air.
"I can't believe that worked!" she said with a giggle.
With a flick of her wand Harry found himself tumbling through the air.
He was being held upside down by a magical force that he could not resist, no matter how hard he tried---maybe because a part of him did not want to resist.
She grabbed him by his waist and thrust him into her mouth, using her wand to pull him back and forth for her pleasure.
Harry faded in and out of conciousness as the blood rushed to his head.
She stopped only for a moment to slip out of her school uniform.
Now naked, she twisted her wand and he was once again sent flying through the air.
When he finally came to a stop he found myself floating right infront of Hermoine, who had prepared herself for his entry.
Slowly, she eased me inside of her, letting out a visible moan, silenced by a magic ward.
She pulled me back and forth...
back and forth...
back and forth... slowly at first, then gaining speed as they went.
As they ascended into extacy, they forgot there surroundings---nothing mattered to them anymore.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted suddenly, shooting off a load of his fresh man-milk all over Hermoine's pulsating body.
