Sunday, November 15, 2015
Hermione's pov facial and bukkake (aka the secret 9th film!)
Here's some great fan art that I think we'd all like to see in motion. I assume that's the artist's mark in the lower right corner, and I do not claim this art as my own. But I'll be looking for more of their work, that's for sure. Enjoy!
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Good Vibrations: Chapter 2
Here's chapter two of Good Vibrations. The first chapter is the best in my opinion, as the following chapters get a little extreme for my taste. But they are still very good and worth a read. The author signed their work and I do not claim it as my own. Enjoy!
Good Vibrations
By Stellata
Chapter 2
Harry and Hermione spent their first week together attached at the lips and at the hips... In between talking, kissing, and cuddling, they fucked anywhere and everywhere they wanted. Grimmauld Place was large, and they wanted to christen every room. Also, Harry noted, Hermione had quite an exhibitionist streak.
When they were caught - which was frequently - she never appeared chastened; she simply went at it louder and rougher than before. Harry certainly wasn't complaining.
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Remus had found them shagging in the library. Hermione was on her hands and knees on the library table, screaming in pleasure as Harry pounded into her from behind while keeping two fingers in her other, even tighter hole.
As Remus stood there, dumbfounded, Hermione looked up at him, turned bright red, and wailed to bring the house down around her as she came spectacularly. Harry was only half-aware of the other man's presence, too lost in coming inside his beautiful witch as she shuddered and clenched around him.
Harry looked up eventually, and noticed, drily, that Remus was not… unaffected by them before his former Professor turned and fled.
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Ginny had found them in the living room. Hermione was spread out naked on the coffee table, her hands bound above her… Harry loved how sensitive she was to everything; she was practically shivering against the cool wooden surface before he began.
He started by kissing up from her feet to her thighs, enjoying the way she sighed and her legs relaxed, falling naturally slightly farther apart than before. Then he began to lick at her, and she began to moan softly.
When his tongue pushed inside her, she quivered and whispered his name. When he pushed two fingers into her at once, she cried out softly. When he finally filled her with his cock, she came around it instantly, screaming.
Ginny flew through the door at the sound of the scream, and stopped in shock. She watched as Hermione convulsed, her back arching and head falling back.
Harry was both surprised and pleased as he realized how captivated Ginny was by the sight of his Hermione. He kept driving into his sweet little witch, pinching her clit until she came again and again.
When Ginny crept away after Hermione's second orgasm, Harry could definitely see a damp spot forming on the redheaded witch's shorts.
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Sirius had found them in the bathroom. They had left the door open. The shower curtain was similarly positioned to expose them to anyone who walked by.
Harry had Hermione with her back against the wall, one leg on the ground, the other held straight and high, almost at her side. She was insanely flexible, something that Harry loved to take advantage of. Hermione could still feel the burn of the stretch, just as she felt the burn of Harry shagging her for the fourth time today. His soapy fingers ran over her body, lingering at her breasts - he loved to pinch and pull at her nipples, until they were large and hard and she was almost crying from the sensation.
"Please," she was crying. "Harry, please." He obliged her, sliding a soapy finger into her arse, a second one moments later. Sirius couldn't help but watch, riveted to the sight of a naked, wanton Hermione Granger. Damn, but his godson had fine taste.
Groaning, Harry spun them around, pulling out of that perfect heat for the sake of exhibitionism. Hermione finally caught sight of their watcher, her eyes widening and cheeks flushing. Harry placed her hands on the shower bar, using a sticking charm to keep them in place. He cast a lightening charm on her, and easily bent her legs back to stick her feet upside down against the back wall, making Hermione into a human letter J.
With the aid of a little soap, he slid into her arse in one stroke, and swore furiously as he realized she was amazingly tight in this position. He wasn't going to last much longer like this, and needed her to come first. He loved taking care of his girl; plus, the feeling of her coming around him was exquisite.
He grabbed the glass soap dish and transfigured it into a replica of himself - or rather, the part of himself that he wanted to shove inside her. Hermione was completely helpless, staring straight at Sirius as Harry shagged her arse with a fury - and then, suddenly, something cold and hard pushed into her, making her shriek in pain and pleasure.
Harry's hands gripped her waist then, allowing him to shove even deeper inside her, and whatever he pushed into her must be charmed, because it began to fuck her like a cock. She could imagine, just then, what it would feel like for Sirius to fuck her while her Harry took her from behind.
Unattached as it was to anything, the glass dildo slammed in as deep as her body would let it. She screamed each time it bottomed out; she would surely be sore for days, but the intense pleasure it gave her was worth it.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked as she climaxed, her eyes rolling back in her head. Harry groaned and slammed into her, holding out to make her orgasm last longer. He finally gave in to his own pleasure minutes later; by then Hermione was dizzy and her muscles were still squeezing around him.
He let her down carefully; she was trembling and fell into his arms. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew the transfigured dildo from her depths and returned it to its natural shape. They glanced at the doorway and found Sirius was gone. Harry was amused, guessing what Sirius had left to do. His witch had quite an effect on people.
"Please, Harry, take me to bed," She begged, and Harry took her there. He lay her down carefully, tucking her in and turning out the lights before he curled up behind her, wrapping his arms about her.
"I love you," she whispered, still trembling from the intensity of it all.
"And I love you." He told her with a smile.
Hermione was slowly drifting off to sleep when he asked.
"You remember our first time?"
"How could I not?" She whispered, blushing.
"Mmm, good," he groaned, pulling her as close as he could. "Now, you know that you’re mine as surely as I’m yours, right?”
“Yes, love…”
“But do you ever think about sharing each other occasionally… Like we did with the twins?”
Hermione blushed.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Harry grinned. “I’ve thought about it. What if one of those times someone walked in on us, they joined in rather than leave?”
A little moan escaped her lips.
“That seems to be a yes, hmm?”
“Yes,” Hermione admitted. “I – I’ve thought about it.”
“Now I have an idea,” Harry said, his smile wicked. “I think you might like it, but we’ll only do it if you want it too…”
Hermione listened to his idea, blushed, and liked it.
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Two days later, Hermione found herself naked and blindfolded in the doorway between the living room and the dining room. It was the best doorway for his purpose, Harry had determined.
He had been practicing a focused Incarcerous, and today had the best results yet. Her hands were bound to conjured pegs on the sides of the doorway, and the rope wound down across her arms, wrapping in circles around her breasts, and around her neck once. A second rope bound her ankles and knees to more pegs - at the same height as her hips.
Hermione was stretched out in the splits across the doorway, her pussy and arse on display for anybody who walked by. Her nipples were hard, and the way her breasts were bound had them jutting out, even perkier than usual. Harry had cast a lightening charm again, not intending for her position to be overly painful - just slightly uncomfortable.
"You are stunning," he told her sincerely.
She was helpless - strung up without a wand, blindfolded, and posed sexually and oh - being filled with something…
"A present from the twins," Harry said, as he pushed something hard inside of her well-lubricated arse. It was long and thin, and Hermione couldn't quite place it. She clenched around it, but that just made her more aroused.
"And a little something from me." His fingers pinched at her nipples, making them impossibly hard, then something pinched tightly around them.
"Oh!" She cried in surprise, then whatever was pinching her nipples started to vibrate. It started a slow, burning feeling leading down to her clit.
"A few last touches," Harry whispered. He slipped a pair of earplugs gently but firmly into her ears. She gasped, but he just chuckled.
"Darling?"
She sighed; she could still hear him.
"Anyone coming by will think you won’t be able to hear or see anything," Harry said, just as he slid a finger inside her wetness.
"Ahh," she moaned. Her body instinctively wanted to buck against him, but she couldn't - she was too well secured for that.
"Remember, beautiful,” Harry told her softly, as he fucked her with two fingers. “You know the signal. If you want anything to stop, say the word…”
"I will, thank you love…"
"You’re going to like this, aren’t you?"
"Yes!" Hermione shuddered, and he drew away.
"I won't be gone for long," Harry declared.
"Harry!" Her voice rose, nervous at the thought that it was about to start. It had all sounded so exciting, but without Harry to watch her... "Where are you going?"
He backed away.
"Harry!"
Harry chuckled, cast one last spell, and left.
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He stepped into the room and found himself captivated. She was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy, bound and displayed like she was put there just for him.
"Harry, please," She was crying. "Please, I need you, touch me!"
He looked around, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. Slowly, hardly believing himself, he stepped forward, until he was so close that if she moved, they would be touching.
"I can feel your breath on me," Hermione gasped. "Oh, please, touch me, I need you inside me."
He let out a helpless groan, and kissed her fiercely. Her lips were soft, and he kissed them until they were swollen and red.
"Oh, just like that," Hermione whimpered when he pulled back. Slowly, he ran his nails down her front, raking her nipples as harshly as he dared. "Oh!" She cried.
It was so easy to undo his pants, pull himself out, and push himself against her slick lips. She quivered in anticipation. Merlin, she was temptation incarnate...
"Please," she begged. "Oh god, get inside me!"
He moaned helplessly, pushing just the tiniest bit in, until the tip of his head was breaching her. She was wet and hot against him, and he wanted nothing more than to do as she asked.
Harry had said it would be alright, that Hermione liked his plan, and not to worry because she wouldn’t know who he was… But despite Hermione’s apparent consent, he felt nervous. She was so young, could he really do this? Was he taking advantage of her?
"Fuck me," Hermione moaned. "Fuck, please, I need your cock!"
“I’m a perverted old man,” Sirius groaned, and plunged into her in one stroke. She wailed at the abrupt invasion.
"Oh, oh, shite," Hermione cried.
"Hermione," he growled, grabbing her arse in both hands, pulling her cheeks apart and then together. He fucked her desperately – he hadn’t had trim this good since before Azkaban - and felt the wand in her arse, vibrating.
The moment he grabbed it, she screamed. The smooth stick in her arse had suddenly expanded inside her, and she clenched perfectly around it - and slowly felt the way it curved back and forth, and knew it was now a set of large beads.
"Fake sex wands, really?" She cried. "Oh hell, what will they think of – ”
The word 'next' vanished as he began to fuck the beaded wand in and out of her arse, and she found herself gasping for breath. Sirius' cock was seriously amazing inside of her - he was hitting her g-spot on every other stroke, and the vibrating nipple clamps weren't stopping, nor was the light vibration spell Harry had cast directly on her clit.
"Uhhh," she screamed happily. "Harder, deeper, please!"
What could he do but oblige such a shameless request? His pelvis ground roughly against her clit as he plunged deeply into her on each thrust. He released the fake wand and focused on shagging her the way she wanted.
She knew the moment Harry had stepped close again. The beaded wand twisted once in her arse, and pulled out.
"Harry!" she shrieked, just as he pushed his cock inside her.
Sirius met Harry’s eyes and grinned.
“You’ve got bloody good taste, Harry,” he said simply, and they began to fuck her in sync.
Sirius couldn’t believe that she could feel any better than she already had, but with Harry’s entrance, she clenched even tighter around him.
As deep as he was inside this beautiful witch, Sirius still couldn’t believe this was happening… With Hermione.
Every noise she made was perfect; who knew Hermione Granger could be so amazing at this? She felt perfect around him, and he was going to lose it any second. It began in his toes, the build up to an orgasm stronger than he had ever felt before, and he clutched her to him, her begging cries in his ears spurring him on, wild and desperate.
"Make me come, please," she sobbed. "Oh fuck bloody shite - shag me rotten, just like that, Harry don't stop, do me, fuck me, uh, uh, HARRY!"
The vibration on her clit rocketed up just as Sirius shoved in deep with his cock - and her vision went grey as she came hard. Feeling that perfect heat clenching around him did him in, and with a final growl, he released inside of her, seeing stars.
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When she came to, she realized Sirius was gone, and Harry had replaced him with the beaded wand. He was still fucking her, slow and deep, and she was still pulsing around him...
"Ohhh," Hermione shuddered. The vibration on her clit had been lowered, but it was still enough to draw out her tremors. "Harry, thank you…"
A hand stroked her hair, and he pressed a kiss to her lips.
"You were so good," he told her. "Sirius seemed quite taken with you… You think you can handle this? Two more people are about to arrive. I’ll take you down if you like."
"No, leave me here, please," Hermione gasped.
"As you wish," Harry sounded amused and pleased.
She hung there, loving the way he felt inside her, feeling amazing and shameless and keen to see who they would encounter next.
Good Vibrations
By Stellata
Chapter 2
Harry and Hermione spent their first week together attached at the lips and at the hips... In between talking, kissing, and cuddling, they fucked anywhere and everywhere they wanted. Grimmauld Place was large, and they wanted to christen every room. Also, Harry noted, Hermione had quite an exhibitionist streak.
When they were caught - which was frequently - she never appeared chastened; she simply went at it louder and rougher than before. Harry certainly wasn't complaining.
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Remus had found them shagging in the library. Hermione was on her hands and knees on the library table, screaming in pleasure as Harry pounded into her from behind while keeping two fingers in her other, even tighter hole.
As Remus stood there, dumbfounded, Hermione looked up at him, turned bright red, and wailed to bring the house down around her as she came spectacularly. Harry was only half-aware of the other man's presence, too lost in coming inside his beautiful witch as she shuddered and clenched around him.
Harry looked up eventually, and noticed, drily, that Remus was not… unaffected by them before his former Professor turned and fled.
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Ginny had found them in the living room. Hermione was spread out naked on the coffee table, her hands bound above her… Harry loved how sensitive she was to everything; she was practically shivering against the cool wooden surface before he began.
He started by kissing up from her feet to her thighs, enjoying the way she sighed and her legs relaxed, falling naturally slightly farther apart than before. Then he began to lick at her, and she began to moan softly.
When his tongue pushed inside her, she quivered and whispered his name. When he pushed two fingers into her at once, she cried out softly. When he finally filled her with his cock, she came around it instantly, screaming.
Ginny flew through the door at the sound of the scream, and stopped in shock. She watched as Hermione convulsed, her back arching and head falling back.
Harry was both surprised and pleased as he realized how captivated Ginny was by the sight of his Hermione. He kept driving into his sweet little witch, pinching her clit until she came again and again.
When Ginny crept away after Hermione's second orgasm, Harry could definitely see a damp spot forming on the redheaded witch's shorts.
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Sirius had found them in the bathroom. They had left the door open. The shower curtain was similarly positioned to expose them to anyone who walked by.
Harry had Hermione with her back against the wall, one leg on the ground, the other held straight and high, almost at her side. She was insanely flexible, something that Harry loved to take advantage of. Hermione could still feel the burn of the stretch, just as she felt the burn of Harry shagging her for the fourth time today. His soapy fingers ran over her body, lingering at her breasts - he loved to pinch and pull at her nipples, until they were large and hard and she was almost crying from the sensation.
"Please," she was crying. "Harry, please." He obliged her, sliding a soapy finger into her arse, a second one moments later. Sirius couldn't help but watch, riveted to the sight of a naked, wanton Hermione Granger. Damn, but his godson had fine taste.
Groaning, Harry spun them around, pulling out of that perfect heat for the sake of exhibitionism. Hermione finally caught sight of their watcher, her eyes widening and cheeks flushing. Harry placed her hands on the shower bar, using a sticking charm to keep them in place. He cast a lightening charm on her, and easily bent her legs back to stick her feet upside down against the back wall, making Hermione into a human letter J.
With the aid of a little soap, he slid into her arse in one stroke, and swore furiously as he realized she was amazingly tight in this position. He wasn't going to last much longer like this, and needed her to come first. He loved taking care of his girl; plus, the feeling of her coming around him was exquisite.
He grabbed the glass soap dish and transfigured it into a replica of himself - or rather, the part of himself that he wanted to shove inside her. Hermione was completely helpless, staring straight at Sirius as Harry shagged her arse with a fury - and then, suddenly, something cold and hard pushed into her, making her shriek in pain and pleasure.
Harry's hands gripped her waist then, allowing him to shove even deeper inside her, and whatever he pushed into her must be charmed, because it began to fuck her like a cock. She could imagine, just then, what it would feel like for Sirius to fuck her while her Harry took her from behind.
Unattached as it was to anything, the glass dildo slammed in as deep as her body would let it. She screamed each time it bottomed out; she would surely be sore for days, but the intense pleasure it gave her was worth it.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked as she climaxed, her eyes rolling back in her head. Harry groaned and slammed into her, holding out to make her orgasm last longer. He finally gave in to his own pleasure minutes later; by then Hermione was dizzy and her muscles were still squeezing around him.
He let her down carefully; she was trembling and fell into his arms. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew the transfigured dildo from her depths and returned it to its natural shape. They glanced at the doorway and found Sirius was gone. Harry was amused, guessing what Sirius had left to do. His witch had quite an effect on people.
"Please, Harry, take me to bed," She begged, and Harry took her there. He lay her down carefully, tucking her in and turning out the lights before he curled up behind her, wrapping his arms about her.
"I love you," she whispered, still trembling from the intensity of it all.
"And I love you." He told her with a smile.
Hermione was slowly drifting off to sleep when he asked.
"You remember our first time?"
"How could I not?" She whispered, blushing.
"Mmm, good," he groaned, pulling her as close as he could. "Now, you know that you’re mine as surely as I’m yours, right?”
“Yes, love…”
“But do you ever think about sharing each other occasionally… Like we did with the twins?”
Hermione blushed.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Harry grinned. “I’ve thought about it. What if one of those times someone walked in on us, they joined in rather than leave?”
A little moan escaped her lips.
“That seems to be a yes, hmm?”
“Yes,” Hermione admitted. “I – I’ve thought about it.”
“Now I have an idea,” Harry said, his smile wicked. “I think you might like it, but we’ll only do it if you want it too…”
Hermione listened to his idea, blushed, and liked it.
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Two days later, Hermione found herself naked and blindfolded in the doorway between the living room and the dining room. It was the best doorway for his purpose, Harry had determined.
He had been practicing a focused Incarcerous, and today had the best results yet. Her hands were bound to conjured pegs on the sides of the doorway, and the rope wound down across her arms, wrapping in circles around her breasts, and around her neck once. A second rope bound her ankles and knees to more pegs - at the same height as her hips.
Hermione was stretched out in the splits across the doorway, her pussy and arse on display for anybody who walked by. Her nipples were hard, and the way her breasts were bound had them jutting out, even perkier than usual. Harry had cast a lightening charm again, not intending for her position to be overly painful - just slightly uncomfortable.
"You are stunning," he told her sincerely.
She was helpless - strung up without a wand, blindfolded, and posed sexually and oh - being filled with something…
"A present from the twins," Harry said, as he pushed something hard inside of her well-lubricated arse. It was long and thin, and Hermione couldn't quite place it. She clenched around it, but that just made her more aroused.
"And a little something from me." His fingers pinched at her nipples, making them impossibly hard, then something pinched tightly around them.
"Oh!" She cried in surprise, then whatever was pinching her nipples started to vibrate. It started a slow, burning feeling leading down to her clit.
"A few last touches," Harry whispered. He slipped a pair of earplugs gently but firmly into her ears. She gasped, but he just chuckled.
"Darling?"
She sighed; she could still hear him.
"Anyone coming by will think you won’t be able to hear or see anything," Harry said, just as he slid a finger inside her wetness.
"Ahh," she moaned. Her body instinctively wanted to buck against him, but she couldn't - she was too well secured for that.
"Remember, beautiful,” Harry told her softly, as he fucked her with two fingers. “You know the signal. If you want anything to stop, say the word…”
"I will, thank you love…"
"You’re going to like this, aren’t you?"
"Yes!" Hermione shuddered, and he drew away.
"I won't be gone for long," Harry declared.
"Harry!" Her voice rose, nervous at the thought that it was about to start. It had all sounded so exciting, but without Harry to watch her... "Where are you going?"
He backed away.
"Harry!"
Harry chuckled, cast one last spell, and left.
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He stepped into the room and found himself captivated. She was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy, bound and displayed like she was put there just for him.
"Harry, please," She was crying. "Please, I need you, touch me!"
He looked around, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. Slowly, hardly believing himself, he stepped forward, until he was so close that if she moved, they would be touching.
"I can feel your breath on me," Hermione gasped. "Oh, please, touch me, I need you inside me."
He let out a helpless groan, and kissed her fiercely. Her lips were soft, and he kissed them until they were swollen and red.
"Oh, just like that," Hermione whimpered when he pulled back. Slowly, he ran his nails down her front, raking her nipples as harshly as he dared. "Oh!" She cried.
It was so easy to undo his pants, pull himself out, and push himself against her slick lips. She quivered in anticipation. Merlin, she was temptation incarnate...
"Please," she begged. "Oh god, get inside me!"
He moaned helplessly, pushing just the tiniest bit in, until the tip of his head was breaching her. She was wet and hot against him, and he wanted nothing more than to do as she asked.
Harry had said it would be alright, that Hermione liked his plan, and not to worry because she wouldn’t know who he was… But despite Hermione’s apparent consent, he felt nervous. She was so young, could he really do this? Was he taking advantage of her?
"Fuck me," Hermione moaned. "Fuck, please, I need your cock!"
“I’m a perverted old man,” Sirius groaned, and plunged into her in one stroke. She wailed at the abrupt invasion.
"Oh, oh, shite," Hermione cried.
"Hermione," he growled, grabbing her arse in both hands, pulling her cheeks apart and then together. He fucked her desperately – he hadn’t had trim this good since before Azkaban - and felt the wand in her arse, vibrating.
The moment he grabbed it, she screamed. The smooth stick in her arse had suddenly expanded inside her, and she clenched perfectly around it - and slowly felt the way it curved back and forth, and knew it was now a set of large beads.
"Fake sex wands, really?" She cried. "Oh hell, what will they think of – ”
The word 'next' vanished as he began to fuck the beaded wand in and out of her arse, and she found herself gasping for breath. Sirius' cock was seriously amazing inside of her - he was hitting her g-spot on every other stroke, and the vibrating nipple clamps weren't stopping, nor was the light vibration spell Harry had cast directly on her clit.
"Uhhh," she screamed happily. "Harder, deeper, please!"
What could he do but oblige such a shameless request? His pelvis ground roughly against her clit as he plunged deeply into her on each thrust. He released the fake wand and focused on shagging her the way she wanted.
She knew the moment Harry had stepped close again. The beaded wand twisted once in her arse, and pulled out.
"Harry!" she shrieked, just as he pushed his cock inside her.
Sirius met Harry’s eyes and grinned.
“You’ve got bloody good taste, Harry,” he said simply, and they began to fuck her in sync.
Sirius couldn’t believe that she could feel any better than she already had, but with Harry’s entrance, she clenched even tighter around him.
As deep as he was inside this beautiful witch, Sirius still couldn’t believe this was happening… With Hermione.
Every noise she made was perfect; who knew Hermione Granger could be so amazing at this? She felt perfect around him, and he was going to lose it any second. It began in his toes, the build up to an orgasm stronger than he had ever felt before, and he clutched her to him, her begging cries in his ears spurring him on, wild and desperate.
"Make me come, please," she sobbed. "Oh fuck bloody shite - shag me rotten, just like that, Harry don't stop, do me, fuck me, uh, uh, HARRY!"
The vibration on her clit rocketed up just as Sirius shoved in deep with his cock - and her vision went grey as she came hard. Feeling that perfect heat clenching around him did him in, and with a final growl, he released inside of her, seeing stars.
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When she came to, she realized Sirius was gone, and Harry had replaced him with the beaded wand. He was still fucking her, slow and deep, and she was still pulsing around him...
"Ohhh," Hermione shuddered. The vibration on her clit had been lowered, but it was still enough to draw out her tremors. "Harry, thank you…"
A hand stroked her hair, and he pressed a kiss to her lips.
"You were so good," he told her. "Sirius seemed quite taken with you… You think you can handle this? Two more people are about to arrive. I’ll take you down if you like."
"No, leave me here, please," Hermione gasped.
"As you wish," Harry sounded amused and pleased.
She hung there, loving the way he felt inside her, feeling amazing and shameless and keen to see who they would encounter next.
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