Seducing Hermione

Chapter 1

SEDUCING HERMIONE

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter One

Raging hormones are a natural blessing and burden for teenage blokes. But for a 28-year-old man, it was just plain sad. It is even worse if that said man is dubbed as the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding world who supposedly has all the witches flinging their knickers at him. Harry Potter sighed as he comfortably sits on his large four poster bed, pants down and a hand on his hard cock leisurely stroking up and down while reading the cover story of Witch Weekly. Merlin! I am so going to hell for this, he mentally chided himself while continuing to masturbate as he reads about the feature on his best friend.

It started innocently enough. He was just so excited to read about Witch Weekly's feature story on the youngest ever head of the Department of Magical Law and Enforcement, Hermione Jean Granger. Hermione, his best friend of too many years, has steadfastly changed the game for wizarding law and quickly rose to the ranks with that brilliant mind of hers. While reading the cover story, he started feeling hot and bothered as he read about the wizarding world's alpha woman who also happens to be the object of his deepest sexual desires. Hermione, five-foot seven curly haired brunette with the big chocolate brown eyes and the most lusciously curvaceous body he has ever seen. Damn, his grip on his cock hardened and he stroked faster as he closed his eyes and imagined what he would do to Hermione if he had her on his bed, all naked and sweaty.

"Hermione", he groaned as he continued to pleasure himself as he pictured a naked Hermione laying on his bed with her legs spread wide and his hard cock pounding deep inside of her tight virgin cunt. He was so lost in his fantasy as he felt himself nearing his peak that he didn't hear the light knocking.

"Fuck!", he moaned as he felt himself nearing the edge.

"Harry!", a voice called out that suspiciously sounded like the woman in his fantasies. Thinking that it was just his imagination, he continued to pleasure himself as he felt his release getting closer and closer.

"Harry, open up!", the voice was louder this time and he opened his eyes. His hand on his cock stilled, shit!

"Hermione?", he called in a husky voice as he felt himself sweat even more, this time due to anxiety of being caught.

"Harry, open up!", she pounded the door harder this time.

"I'm busy Hermione!", he yelled back.

"Just let me come in for a bit, this won't take long", came her insistent reply.

"No! No! Don't come in!", he said with panic. Fuck! She can't come in and see me masturbating to a feature article about her.

"Why the panicky voice, Harry? You don't have company, do you?", came the teasing voice outside his door.

"Just, just wait in the library or something. I'll be... I'll be with you in five... er maybe ten minutes", he replied and started to stroke his cock again. He was too far gone to stop now. If he doesn't reach his peak before seeing her, heaven knows what he might do. He might snog her senseless or worse, drag her into his room to fulfill his fantasies.

"Fine! I'll be at the library", she said with a huff and he breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard her footsteps, his stroking got faster once again and he pointed a finger to cast a silencing charm towards the door. A few minutes later, he screamed her name and exploded.

"I really should stop this", he whispered to himself as he was catching his breath after shooting his load. He knew that he should never use Hermione for his sexual needs, well, imagine a naked Hermione rather, but he just couldn't help it. Every time he touches himself with thoughts of her, he always feels guilty but then he does it again anyway. It all started way back at Hogwarts on their third year when one morning, he woke up with a semi hard-on and he unconsciously stroked it. That time, as he was closing his eyes he remembered that he has to get ready early since he was to meet Hermione for breakfast, and when he thought of her, his thirteen year old self began imagining what it would feel like if it was Hermione's much smaller dainty hands that was moving up and down his hard-on. With that thought in his mind, he gasped in surprise as he shuddered when he climaxed. That was the first time he "abused" his best friend. Of course, he liked other girls. There was Cho in some parts of his fourth year and fifth year. Ginny during his sixth year. But even then, his favorite fantasy is a naked submissive Hermione on his bed.