Made this for a friend because she liked harry potter erotica
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HxH
Hermione was tense, she was 16 now and everything in Hogwarts was getting harder. She had found her crush on Ron to be one of the harder things to deal with.
Sifting around her room she searched for her cat, eager to head off to class.
The sun sifted through the drapes, casting a shallow white array along the old wood floor.
Harry POV•
Harry itched at his scar, where was Hermione ? She was never late to class. As him and Ron made their way down the winding halls of the school he stopped.
“What is it?” Ron inquired. Harry fixed his glasses higher on the ridge of his nose.
“I’m going to check on Hermione, you go on” He said.
Ron made a face but nodded and walked on. Harry turned and rushed with a flurry through the other students.
“Hey!” Called some.
“Ouch” Called others.
One harry got to her room unseen, he knocked tentatively on the door.
Hermione POV•
A knock distracted her and she retracted her arm from under the bed and coaxed her frizzy hairy down in a hurry.
“Who is it?”
“Harry!”
“Harry? Go away “She said firmly. She had had enough of boys.
“Your late for class Hermione, you and Ron need to make up” He said worriedly.
Hermione turned away and continued to ruffle under the bed, the cat hiding far under it, unwilling to budge.
The door opened but she didn’t notice. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to haul her out the door.
“Harry!” She exclaimed, her smaller form heaved off the floor and pressed back against Harry Potter. Harry couldn’t hold her and slammed back against the door, closing it , Hermione pressing against him as she struggled.
Harry POV•
He hadnt really known why he continued to hold her until the wiggling of her rump against his crotch teased his peter into position. It only took a few moments and after that Harry had stumbled forward, attempting to let her go but Hermione lunging forward to free herself.
Crouching ontop of Hermione he felt his right arm (the one he had let go of her with) now hung limp near her rump. He ran his hand up her thigh but paused. Her breathing was shallow.
Did she feel it too?
He felt a droplet of liquid on his knuckle, and reached up to found the source. It was moist, soft, she was frozen with the sensation of his touch.
Hermione POV•
She felt utterly frozen, her insides wriggling like a million snakes, her cheeks burning and pink.
“Harry” she breathed. He flipped her over and they peered at one another, each clouded by lust. He kissed her, sending shutters down her spine and causing her heart to flutter like a birds wings.
He began to knead her right breast with his free hand, her nipples becoming erect and her voice quivering as she murmured his name, unknowing if she was trying to tell him to stop or to never stop.
Harry was touching her clit, rubbing it up and down with a delicate touch, causing her toes to twitch and her insides to pulsate.
A finger entered her, and as it did she saw Harry’s face fill with color, he looked invigorated, his eyes glazed over with focus. The stimulation sent Hermione into a quiet rythmatic moaning, which caused something to poke at her inner thigh.
Hermione was growing closer to her summit, but before she did she pulled away, sitting up.
Harry stumbled back onto his rump, his cock long and erect.
“Hermione, i-im sor-” She had lifted his cloak before he could finish and taken his rod into her mouth, her eyes meeting his for a moment before rolling her tongue along the skin and sending a rattling shutter up his bones and nerves.
He brushed back her frizzy locks to observe his eyes wide until a new wave of confidence filled him and he moved to sit on her bed, moving her head with a rough grip on her hair, his mouth open as he sighed, his insides quivering with the need to release his seed into her mouth.
He held back, pulling her up ontop of him after stripping her of her cloak and sitting her onto his rod. A rocket if heat flashed up his spine, and her felt her insides tighten like a vice around his rod, but he was determined to abstain from cumming.
He bounced her, her breasts lightly bouncing up and down, mesmerizing him until he caved and pulled her closer, taking one if her breasts in his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue flicking over her pink nipple.
“H-Harry!” She moaned.
Harry rolled her over, gripping the bed frame as he thrust harder into her, hitting her womb, his back arched as he intently gave it his all.
Hermione POV•
She had her legs wrapped around his waist now, pulling him deeper into her until she burst, her toes curling as she was pressed down into the bed with his powerful last entering.
Afterwards she was flustered and both entered class late. Using the excuse of the hidden cat.
Who … quite literally…never hid under that bed again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fso2pj/my_old_harry_potter_fanfic