A/N: I am working on more Infiltrating Daphne and Professor Potter! Should be out soon :)
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+ and consenting adults.
"Harry! Harry, wake up!"
The whispered words cut through the haze of Harry's dreams, dreams filled with emerald silk and bouncing tits and two blonde witches fighting over who got to ride his cock next. He groaned, trying to cling to the pleasant images, but someone was shaking his shoulders with increasing urgency.
"Harry James Potter, wake up this instant!"
The bed dipped as someone climbed onto it, and then there was weight settling across his hips, pressing down through the thin covers. Harry's eyes snapped open to find Hermione Granger straddling him, her school skirt riding up her thighs, her white shirt slightly rumpled, her bushy brown hair wild around her flushed face.
"Hermione?" His voice came out rough with sleep. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Hermione's brown eyes were wide with panic as she leaned forward to shake his shoulders again. "What am I doing? Harry, the entire school is talking about you!"
When she leaned forward, her shirt gaped open at the collar, and Harry found himself staring straight down her blouse. Her tits, those perky, perfect tits that he'd had the pleasure of seeing pressed against Daphne's as the two witches came together, were straining against a simple white bra, the soft swell of them pressed together into a deep valley of cleavage as she leaned over him.
Fuck, Harry thought, his morning wood twitching traitorously beneath the covers. Of all the mornings for Hermione to climb into my bed...
"Pansy Parkinson has been telling everyone what she saw at Slughorn's dinner!" Hermione continued, completely oblivious to where his attention had drifted. She was gesturing wildly as she spoke, her body shifting and squirming in his lap with each emphatic wave of her hands. "She's saying you... you had... with both of them... in front of everyone!"
Harry was having difficulty concentrating on her words. Every time she moved, every time she shifted her weight to gesture at some new point, the soft heat between her thighs ground down against his cock through the thin covers. The friction was maddening, his morning erection straining upward, seeking the warm pressure of her body.
"She said Astoria was... was screaming obscenities!" Hermione's cheeks flushed pink as she recounted the rumours, her voice dropping to a scandalised whisper. "That you were holding her up with her legs spread wide open, her dress around her waist, her breasts bouncing everywhere while you... while you..."
She trailed off, her face burning crimson, but she couldn't seem to help herself. The words tumbled out in a rush, painted in hesitantly vivid detail. "Pansy said your... your cock was driving in and out of her so hard the sound echoed across the entire room. That Astoria was begging you to fill her up. That you pumped her so full of your... your seed... that it was dripping down her thighs onto the floor when you finally pulled out!"
Well, Harry thought, somewhat impressed despite himself, Pansy certainly has an eye for detail.
Hermione was still squirming, still shifting, still grinding down on him without any apparent awareness of what she was doing. Her skirt had ridden up even further, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs, and Harry could feel the heat of her through the covers, could feel every press and drag of her body against his rigid cock.
"And Daphne!" Hermione continued, her voice rising with indignation. "Pansy said she was watching the whole thing, her fingers between her... between her legs, pleasuring herself while you... while you ruined her sister!"
"Hermione," Harry tried to interject, but she was on a roll now, her lecture gaining momentum.
"This is serious, Harry! Your reputation is at stake! People are saying things, terrible things, about you being some kind of... some kind of..."
"Sex god?" Harry offered helpfully.
"They're saying..." Hermione's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink, the words sticking in her throat. "They're saying you fucked both Greengrass sisters like a pair of common whores, at the same time, in public, in front of half the school! That you've got them so dripping wet for you they'll spread their legs whenever you snap your fingers!"
She shifted again, grinding down hard, and Harry had to bite back a groan. His cock was throbbing now, straining up against the thin fabric that separated it from the soft, clothed heat of Hermione's pussy, desperate for more contact.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Hermione demanded, finally pausing for breath. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving, her tits rising and falling enticingly beneath her shirt. "Harry? Are you even listening to me? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Hermione frowned, confused by his expression. She shifted her weight, trying to get more comfortable, and suddenly went very, very still.
"Harry," she said slowly, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "What is that?"
"What is what?"
"That... that thing I'm sitting on." Hermione's face had gone from pink to scarlet in the space of a heartbeat. "It's... it's hard. And it's... oh Merlin, Harry, please tell me that's not what I think it is."
Harry just looked at her, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Right," Hermione said, her voice taking on a determined edge. "Right. I'm getting you out of this bed right now, and then we're going to discuss this like rational adults."
Before Harry could stop her, Hermione reached down and gripped the covers with both hands. Her jaw was set, her expression determined, her mind clearly fixed on the task of dragging him out of bed and into a proper conversation about his life choices.
She yanked the covers away in one swift motion.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The fabric slipped away, releasing the pressure that had been holding Harry's cock down, and it sprang upward like a creature freed from captivity. Twelve inches of thick, veiny perfection rose between Hermione's spread thighs, so hard that it caught the hem of her skirt and lifted it clean out of the way, baring the spot where the outline of her pussy lips were spread either side of his fat shaft through the thin fabric of her panties. The rest of him reached up into the open air, twitching slightly in the cool morning.
Hermione's mouth fell open.
The covers slipped from her fingers, forgotten, pooling on the floor beside the bed. She was staring down at Harry's cock with an expression of pure, stunned disbelief, her brown eyes wide, her lips parted, her entire body frozen in place.
She had seen it before, of course. Harry remembered the way she'd watched from her chair while he fucked Daphne, the way her fingers had worked furiously between her thighs as Daphne came apart in her lap. But seeing it from a distance and having it pressed directly against her pussy were two very different experiences.
"Harry," Hermione breathed, her voice barely audible. "It's... it's..."
Right between your legs, Harry thought, watching the play of emotions across her face. Pressed right up against your pretty little cunt.
He could feel the heat of her through the thin cotton of her panties, could feel the way her pussy lips had spread around the underside of his shaft when she'd yanked away the covers. She didn't move a muscle, her weight settled over him, her eyes fixed on his cock.
"Hermione," Harry said quietly, his hands moving to rest on her thighs. The touch seemed to snap her out of her trance, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she pressed down slightly harder, grinding her clothed pussy against his length.
"I should... I should go," she whispered, but she didn't move. Her eyes were still fixed on his cock, on the way it twitched and throbbed between her thighs, on the bead of moisture gathering at the tip. "This is... we can't... you're with Daphne now, and Astoria, and I..."
"Pull your panties to the side."
The words hung in the air between them. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her eyes finally lifting to meet his.
"What?"
"You heard me." Harry's thumbs traced slow circles on her inner thighs, his touch light but insistent. "Pull your panties to the side, Hermione."
"I can't," she whispered, but her hand was already moving, trembling fingers reaching down between her legs. "We shouldn't... this is insane... Harry, I..."
Her fingers found the edge of her panties and tugged them aside.
Harry felt the moment bare skin met bare skin, felt the slick heat of her pussy pressing directly against the underside of his shaft. She was wet, so wet that he could feel her arousal coating his cock, her swollen lips spreading around him as she settled her weight.
Hermione gasped, her head falling back, her mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure. Her hips shifted, grinding down instinctively, and Harry groaned at the sensation of her wet folds sliding along his length.
"Harry," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Oh Merlin, Harry..."
"That's it," Harry murmured, his hands tightening on her thighs. "Just like that."
She started to move, slowly at first, rocking her hips back and forth, dragging her slick pussy along the length of his cock. The friction was incredible, the wet slide of her folds against his sensitive shaft sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
"We can't," Hermione whispered again, but her movements were growing faster, more desperate. Her hands had braced themselves on his chest, her fingers curling into the muscle there as she ground against him. "I shouldn't... you're not... but I've wanted this for so long..."
The confession seemed to break something in her. Her hips moved faster now, grinding frantically, her wet pussy sliding up and down his length with increasing urgency. Harry could feel her clit dragging against the ridge of his cockhead with each pass, could hear the way her breath hitched every time the sensitive bud made contact.
"I've thought about this," Hermione panted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "So many times. Ever since that day in the library... ever since I watched you with Daphne... I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like..."
Her hips stuttered, her rhythm becoming erratic. Harry watched, mesmerised, as Hermione Granger, his brilliant, bookish best friend, lost herself to pleasure in his lap. Her tits strained against her rumpled shirt with each frantic roll of her hips, her chest heaving. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, giving him a perfect view of her pink pussy lips spread around his cock, glistening with arousal.
"Harry," she gasped, her voice rising. "Harry, I'm going to... I can't hold it... I'm..."
And then she came. Her whole body went rigid, her thighs clamping down around his hips, her pussy grinding down hard against his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She opened her mouth to scream, and Harry pulled her down, capturing her lips in a kiss that swallowed every cry, every moan, every whimper of bliss that poured out of her.
Hermione melted into him. Her body collapsed against his chest, trembling and shaking, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with years of pent-up longing. Her hips kept moving, tiny involuntary rolls that dragged her oversensitive clit along his shaft, extending her pleasure until she was whimpering into his mouth.
When the trembling finally subsided, when her body went limp and boneless against him, Harry felt his cock shift. The movement was slight, barely perceptible, but it was enough. The tip of his cock, slick with her arousal, pressed against her entrance.
He wasn't inside her yet. Just resting there, the slick head of him nestled against her entrance, poised at the very edge of taking her.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
She didn't answer. Her face was buried in his neck, her breath hot against his skin, her body still trembling with aftershocks. But she didn't pull away.
Harry began to tease her.
His hips moved in slow, gentle circles, his cockhead sliding along her slick lips, pressing against her entrance with just enough pressure to make her gasp before pulling away. He could feel her body responding, feel the way her hips chased after him each time he retreated, desperate to take him inside.
"Please," Hermione whispered against his neck, her voice breaking.
"Please what?"
"I don't know." Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight. "I don't know, Harry. I just... I need..."
"Tell me."
Hermione pulled back to look at him, and Harry's heart clenched at what he saw in her eyes. Vulnerability. Longing. Years of carefully hidden desire finally breaking through to the surface.
"I've loved you for so long," she whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush. "And I've watched you, and wanted you, and told myself I wasn't good enough, wasn't pretty enough, wasn't the kind of witch that Harry Potter would ever want. Daphne's so beautiful, and Astoria's so innocent and sweet, and I'm just... I'm just Hermione. Bushy hair and too many books and nothing special at all."
Harry's cock pressed against her entrance, just barely breaching her, and Hermione's voice dissolved into a moan.
"I watched you fuck Daphne," she continued, her words coming in gasps now as he toyed with her. "Right in front of me. And all I could think was... why not me? Why didn't you want me? What was wrong with me that you'd rather have her?"
"Hermione," Harry murmured, pressing forward just a little more, the head of his cock slipping inside her, and she cried out at the sensation, her nails digging into his shoulders. "There is nothing wrong with you."
"Then why..." She trailed off, whimpering as he pulled back, leaving her empty. "Why did you never..."
"Because I'm an idiot," Harry said, and thrust forward.
Hermione's back arched as he sank inside her, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure. She was impossibly tight, her walls gripping him like a vice, her body clenching around him as if it never wanted to let go.
"Harry!" she gasped, her voice cracking. "Oh Merlin... oh fuck... you're so... it's so..."
"This is what you wanted," Harry growled, his hands finding her hips, holding her steady as he began to move. "This is what you've been thinking about. My cock inside you. Filling you up. Making you feel things you've never felt before."
"Yes!" Hermione wailed, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. "Yes, Harry, please! I've wanted this for so long! Please don't stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping. He thrust into her again and again, his cock driving deep into her tight cunt, stretching her, claiming her. Hermione was moaning with every breath now, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his.
He watched her face as he fucked her, watched the play of pleasure across her features, the way her eyes rolled back when he hit a particularly good spot, the way her lips parted to release increasingly desperate sounds. She was beautiful like this, completely undone, all her carefully constructed walls crumbling under the force of her pleasure.
"Harry," she panted, her voice rising. "Harry, please... I'm trying to be quiet... but I can't... it feels too good... I can't..."
"Don't hold back," Harry growled, and in one smooth motion, he flipped her onto her back.
Hermione shrieked as she found herself suddenly underneath him, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her panties still tugged to the side, her shirt straining against her heaving tits.
Harry grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled.
Buttons flew everywhere as the fabric tore open, and Hermione's tits bounced free in their simple white bra. Harry didn't stop there. His fingers found the front clasp and snapped it open, and then her tits were bare, perfect and perky, her pink nipples stiff with arousal.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, but there was no protest in her voice, only need. "Oh fuck, Harry, please!"
He drove into her hard, and Hermione's careful attempts at silence shattered completely.
"Yes!" she screamed, her voice ringing through the dormitory. "Fuck, Harry, yes! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!"
Harry obliged. His hips snapped forward with relentless force, his cock pounding into her tight pussy with a rhythm that had the bed shaking beneath them. Hermione's tits bounced wildly with each thrust, rippling and swaying, her nipples drawing circles in the air as her whole body moved with the force of his fucking.
"So deep!" Hermione wailed, her nails raking down his back. "You're so deep inside me! I can feel you in my stomach! Don't stop! Please don't ever stop!"
The dormitory was filled with the sounds of their coupling now. The wet slap of skin against skin, the creak of the bed frame, Hermione's increasingly loud screams of pleasure. Harry could feel his orgasm building, could feel the pressure mounting in his balls with every thrust.
"Hermione," he groaned, his pace increasing. "I'm going to..."
"Inside me!" Hermione screamed, her pussy clenching tight around him. "Please, Harry, cum inside me! I want to feel it! I want to feel you fill me up!"
Her words pushed him over the edge. Harry thrust deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and came.
Hermione's scream of pleasure echoed off the walls as she felt his hot seed pumping into her, rope after rope of thick cum filling her cunt. Her own orgasm crashed through her at the same moment, her body convulsing beneath him, her pussy milking his cock with desperate, rhythmic contractions.
"Yes! Yes! YESSSS!"
It seemed to go on forever, both of them suspended in perfect ecstasy, their bodies joined, their pleasure mixing and amplifying until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.
Slowly, the waves began to subside. Harry collapsed on top of Hermione, both of them breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. His cock was still buried inside her, still twitching with the last spurts of his release.
"Harry," Hermione breathed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was... I can't believe we just..."
"Bloody hell, Hermione."
The groggy voice came from behind the bed curtains of the next bed over, and Hermione froze.
"Put up some silencing charms next time, would you?" Ron's voice was thick with sleep and thoroughly irritated. "Some of us are trying to get some rest."
Hermione's face went from flushed with pleasure to absolutely mortified in the space of a heartbeat. She was still impaled on Harry's cock, her shirt torn open to expose her perfect tits, her panties still shoved to the side, her body glistening with sweat and thoroughly, completely fucked. Her mouth opened and closed as she scrambled for words, her pussy clenching tight around Harry in shock.
Fuck, she looks incredible, Harry thought, feeling her squeeze him. Her wide eyes met his, desperate and embarrassed, and all he could do was laugh.