I wrote this for Christmas but forgot all about it... So posting it now :) More Lily Luna's Naughty Friends up next!
"Can you see anything?" Harry whispered, his voice already strained as he stood behind Hermione in the darkened alcove just outside Slughorn's Christmas party.
"Not yet," Hermione hissed back, craning her neck further around the corner. "But I'm certain Malfoy will show up soon. That pompous git won't miss a chance to brown-nose Slughorn."
Harry wasn't listening. He couldn't. Not when Hermione was bent over like that, her arse practically presented to him like a gift as she peered around the corner. The dress she'd borrowed from Lavender was nothing like her usual attire. Where Hermione typically favoured modest robes and sensible jumpers that hid her figure, this crimson number was scandalously short and clung to every curve like it had been painted on.
The fabric was some sort of stretchy material that hugged her arse perfectly, showing off the round, full cheeks that Harry had never properly appreciated before. Had Hermione always had such a spectacular arse? The way the dress cupped and lifted made her bum look absolutely divine.
Merlin's balls, Harry thought desperately, trying to avert his eyes. But it was impossible. The way she was bent forward had caused the already short hemline to ride up obsceningly high, inch by torturous inch, revealing the smooth, creamy expanse of her thighs. The dress had ridden up so far that the bottom curves of her arse cheeks were visible, that tantalising spot where thigh met bum.
And then Hermione shifted, spreading her feet slightly wider for balance, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. A flash of pink lace peeked out from between her round cheeks, the delicate fabric of what could only be a thong doing absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty. The thin string disappeared between her arse cheeks like an arrow pointing exactly where Harry's cock wanted to go, and through the sheer material, he could make out the perfect outline of her pussy lips, puffy and pressing against the delicate fabric.
"I still don't understand why you insisted I wear this ridiculous outfit," Hermione muttered, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The movement made her arse jiggle slightly, the soft flesh bouncing in a way that had Harry's cock instantly hardening. "Surely we could have used Polyjuice or—oh!"
She bent even further forward, pressing her face closer to the edge of the wall, trying to get a better view. "I think I see someone coming!"
The new angle was Harry's complete undoing. As she bent forward, her back arched beautifully, pushing her arse out even more. The pink thong had shifted slightly to one side, revealing just a hint of her glistening folds. Harry could see everything: the way her pussy lips were slightly parted, a hint of wetness making them glisten in the dim light. The thong was so small it barely covered her arsehole, the string nestled deep between her cheeks.
Without conscious thought, his hand moved to the massive bulge in his trousers. His cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric so intensely it was actually painful.
Just a quick adjustment, he told himself, even as his fingers fumbled with his zip. She's too focused on her spying to notice.
But once his cock sprang free, all twelve thick inches of it bobbing heavily in the cool corridor air, Harry couldn't help himself. His cock was angry red, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head already leaking pre-cum. His hand wrapped around his shaft, barely able to encircle the girth, giving it a slow stroke as he drank in the sight of Hermione's perfect arse.
"False alarm," Hermione sighed, relaxing slightly but maintaining her bent position. "Just some seventh-years sneaking off to snog. Honestly, you'd think they could control themselves for one evening."
"Right," Harry managed, his voice rough as sandpaper. His hand moved faster now, pumping his length as quietly as possible. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, dripping down in long strings, and he used it to slick his palm, making each stroke smoother. The wet sound of his hand on his cock was obscene in the quiet corridor, but Hermione seemed oblivious.
Hermione's dress had ridden up even further as she adjusted her position, and Harry could now see the way her pussy lips pressed against the thin fabric, creating a perfect camel toe. The pink fabric was darker in the centre. Was she wet? The thought made Harry's cock throb violently. He imagined pulling that pathetic excuse for underwear aside, burying his face between her cheeks, tasting her sweet cunt while she tried to keep watch—
"Harry, are you even listening?" Hermione asked, irritation creeping into her voice. "I asked if you could see anything from your angle. You're supposed to be watching the other direction!"
"N-nothing," Harry gasped, his hand flying over his cock. He was close, so fucking close. His balls were drawn up tight, that familiar tingling at the base of his spine. Just a few more strokes and—
The door to the party burst open with such force it slammed against the wall, and Severus Snape swept out like a vampire from his coffin, his black robes billowing dramatically behind him.
"What is the meaning of—" Snape began, his voice cutting through the air like a knife, then stopped dead as he spotted Hermione's bushy hair poking around the corner.
"Oh, bollocks!" Hermione yelped, spinning around so fast her hair whipped through the air like a brown hurricane.
Time seemed to slow down as her eyes went impossibly wide, taking in the scene before her. Harry stood there, frozen, his massive cock in his hand, angry and red and still leaking pre-cum. Her gaze traveled from his face, which must have shown complete mortification, down to his cock, taking in every thick inch. Her mouth fell open in shock, her brilliant mind clearly trying to process what she was seeing.
Harry watched the emotions play across her face in slow motion: shock, confusion, disbelief, and then, was that appreciation? Her eyes were locked on his cock, taking in the impressive length and girth, the way it throbbed visibly in his grip.
Fuck, what have I done? Harry thought desperately. He expected her to push him away, to hex his bits off, to scream at him for being a perverted wanker. This was it, their friendship was over. She'd never speak to him again.
But then something shifted in Hermione's expression. He could practically see the gears turning in that brilliant mind of hers, analyzing the situation, calculating outcomes, formulating a plan. Her eyes lit up with sudden understanding, and to Harry's complete shock, her lips curved into the tiniest of smiles.
"Oh!" she breathed, her voice filled with something like awe. "Oh, Harry, you absolute genius!"
Before Harry could even process her words, Hermione was moving. Her hands flew to the top of her dress, yanking it down with surprising force. Her breasts spilled free into the cool air, and Harry's brain short-circuited completely.
They were perfect. Full and round with a beautiful weight to them, topped with rosy pink nipples that were already hard as diamonds. They bounced slightly as she freed them, the soft flesh jiggling in a way that made Harry's cock throb painfully. How had he never noticed that Hermione had been hiding such spectacular tits under those baggy jumpers?
"Quick thinking as always!" Hermione whispered urgently, dropping to her knees with surprising grace. Her face was now perfectly level with his straining erection, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head. "This is brilliant!"
She looked up at him through her lashes, her brown eyes wide and trusting, and then, slowly, leaned forward and pressed her soft lips to the tip of his cock in the gentlest of kisses.
Harry's breath hitched. The touch was feather-light, almost reverent, but it sent electricity shooting down his spine. Hermione pulled back slightly, examining his cock with that familiar analytical expression she got when studying a particularly fascinating text. Then, as if coming to a decision, her pink tongue darted out and traced a slow circle around the swollen head.
"Mmm," she hummed thoughtfully, as if she were sampling a new flavour of Honeydukes chocolate. Her tongue flattened against the underside of his shaft, dragging slowly upward before swirling around the tip once more. She collected the bead of pre-cum that had formed there, her eyes fluttering closed as she tasted him.
"For authenticity," she breathed, though Harry wasn't sure which of them she was trying to convince. Her lips parted, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth properly, her cheeks hollowing as she gave an experimental suck. The wet heat was incredible, and Harry had to lock his knees to keep from buckling. She bobbed forward, taking another inch, then another, her tongue working clumsily but eagerly against his shaft as she found her rhythm.
Harry's hand moved without conscious thought, tangling in her wild curls just as Snape rounded the corner. With no time for gentleness, Harry pushed forward, shoving several inches of his cock past Hermione's lips just as their professor came into view.
"Mmmmph!" Hermione's muffled squeak of surprise was lost as Harry's cock stretched her lips wide. Her eyes watered as he pushed deeper, her throat constricting around his girth. She gagged once, twice, her whole body convulsing as she struggled to accommodate his massive size.
"Mr Potter! Miss Granger!" Snape's voice dripped with absolute disgust as he took in the debauched scene before him.
Harry pulled back slightly, allowing Hermione to come up gasping for air. She looked absolutely wrecked already, lips swollen and shiny with spit, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. Her tits heaved as she panted, and Harry noticed with a thrill that her nipples were even harder now.
"P-Professor!" Hermione gasped, her voice rough from having Harry's cock shoved down her throat. "We were just—that is—we got a bit carried away—"
"A hundred points from Gryffindor for such revolting public displays!" Snape snarled, his face twisted in revulsion. "The corridors are not for your... despicable activities. I should give you both detention for a month!"
"Sorry, Professor," Hermione said breathlessly, one hand still wrapped around the base of Harry's cock as if she couldn't bear to let go. "It won't happen again, I promise."
Snape's lip curled even further, if that was possible. "See that it doesn't. And Miss Granger, you especially should know better. I expected such behaviour from Potter, but you? Clearly, you're not the intelligent witch everyone believes you to be if you're on your knees in a corridor like a common whore."
Hermione's face burned with humiliation, but she held Snape's gaze steadily. "Yes, Professor."
With a final sneer of disgust, Snape swept away, his robes billowing dramatically behind him as he disappeared down the corridor.
The moment he was gone, Hermione let out a shaky breath and looked up at Harry, her expression an adorable mix of embarrassment and admiration. Her hand was still absently stroking his shaft, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head in a way that made his toes curl.
"Quick thinking, Harry," she said earnestly, her voice still scratchy from his cock. "Though I'm not sure how you came up with such a creative solution so quickly. I mean, it worked! He didn't suspect we were spying at all! Though I suppose being caught... like this... isn't exactly ideal for my reputation..."
She thinks I did this on purpose, Harry realised with dawning wonder. She thinks this was a clever ruse to avoid getting caught spying.
Hermione was still staring at him with those earnest brown eyes, cheeks pink, tits still out and heaving, his cock clutched in her small hand like some sort of prize. She seemed to suddenly realise what she was doing and released him like she'd been burned.
"Right, well," she said, her voice high and flustered. "I'll just... turn around and give you some privacy to... put yourself away. We still need to catch Malfoy..."
She trailed off, blushing even harder, and finally let go of his cock. Without waiting for a response, she turned around to resume her spying position, bending forward at the waist and pressing her face to the edge of the wall.
Harry almost whimpered out loud.
Her dress was still bunched up around her waist from before, and now it was even worse. Her perfect arse was framed by the hiked-up crimson fabric, the pink thong doing absolutely nothing to cover her. But this time, Harry noticed something that made his cock throb so hard it actually hurt.
There was a wet spot on her panties. Not a little dampness. A proper wet spot, the thin fabric soaked through and clinging to her folds. She was dripping, her arousal obvious even from several feet away.
Harry's already fevered mind went into overdrive.
Before he could stop himself, before his rational mind could scream at him to stop being such a fucking idiot, he took a step forward. Then another. His cock bobbed heavily with each step, still slick with Hermione's spit, until he was standing directly behind her.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling slightly as she felt him close. "What are you—"
He pressed forward. The thick shaft of his cock nestled perfectly in the crack of her arse, the heat of his flesh burning against her skin even through the thin strip of her thong.
Hermione froze. Every muscle in her body went rigid. Harry could feel her whole body tremble against him.
"Harry," she breathed, her voice shaky. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"
Harry's mind was spinning. His cock was pressed against the most perfect arse he had ever seen, separated only by a scrap of lace, and Hermione was asking him to explain himself?
"I'm... keeping up the ruse," he managed, his voice hoarse. "If Snape comes back, we'll be in big trouble if he catches on to our spying. If we're in the same position..."
He thrust gently, sliding his cock along the crack of her arse, feeling the thong rub against his sensitive head. Hermione gasped at the movement, her back arching slightly.
"I don't know, Harry," she said, though her voice was breathy, uncertain. "Do you really need to—ah!"
Harry had shifted his angle, his cock sliding down from the crack of her arse to press directly against her dripping cunt. The thin fabric of her thong was completely soaked, doing nothing to stop his fat cock from pressing between her folds. He could feel her warmth, her wetness, right there against his throbbing head.
"Fuck, Hermione," Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You're soaked."
"I—that's—it's just—" Hermione stammered, but whatever excuse she was trying to form died as Harry thrust again, grinding the top of his cock along her pussy. His shaft slid through her slick folds, the head bumping against her clit with each movement.
Harry reached down with trembling fingers and hooked the thin string of her thong, pulling it aside to reveal her bare cunt. She was even wetter than he'd imagined, her pink folds glistening with arousal, the sweet scent of her filling his nostrils.
He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling her tight heat kiss the tip of his swollen head. His entire body trembled with the effort of holding back.
"Hermione," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me to stop. If you don't tell me to stop right now, I'm going to ruin our friendship forever. I won't be able to help myself. I'll fuck you right here in this corridor until you scream my name."
Hermione whimpered. "I—I—"
"Tell me to stop," Harry begged, his cock pressing just slightly harder against her entrance. He could feel her cunt trying to pull him in, her body betraying her even as her mind struggled to process what was happening.
"I can't," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Merlin help me, I can't. My thoughts aren't working, Harry. The head of your cock is making me see stars and it's not even inside me yet. I—I can feel my body trying to suck you in on its own—"
Harry took hold of the base of his cock and began tracing her folds with his tip, sliding it up and down her slick entrance, coating himself in her arousal. Hermione moaned openly now, her hips pushing back against him.
"Please," she whimpered finally, her voice barely audible. "Harry, please. Put it in."
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He positioned himself at her entrance and, slowly, agonisingly slowly, began to press forward.
The first inch was heaven. Hermione's tight cunt gripped him like a vice, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. She gasped as he entered her, her whole body tensing at the intrusion.
"Oh fuck," she breathed, her voice trembling. "You're so big, Harry. I didn't—I couldn't have imagined—"
Harry kept pushing, watching as inch after excruciating inch of his massive cock disappeared inside her. Her pussy was a perfect pink, her lips stretched obscenely wide around his shaft. He could see her juices coating his cock as he sank deeper, the wet sounds of her cunt swallowing him filling the corridor.
"So tight," Harry groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Fuck, Hermione, you're so fucking tight."
Another inch. Another. Hermione was moaning continuously now, her hands braced against the wall as she struggled to take him. Her legs were trembling, her knees threatening to buckle.
"More," she gasped. "Please, Harry, I need more."
Harry obliged, pushing deeper, forcing her tight cunt to stretch around his girth. He was more than halfway inside her now, and the feeling was indescribable. Her walls squeezed him perfectly, rippling along his length as if trying to milk him dry.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, Harry was fully seated inside her. His thighs pressed against the soft cushion of her arse, his balls resting against her clit. Every single inch of his massive cock was buried in Hermione's tight, wet pussy.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, staring down at where their bodies joined. "Hermione, look at yourself. You've taken all of me."
Hermione craned her neck to look back at him, her eyes wide and glazed with pleasure. "I can feel you in my stomach," she whimpered. "Harry, I can feel every inch. You're so deep."
"Do you want me to move?" Harry asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. Every instinct screamed at him to pound into her, to claim her completely, to fuck her senseless against the wall.
"Yes!" Hermione cried. "Please, Harry. Fuck me!"
Harry withdrew slowly, savouring the drag of her tight walls against his sensitive cock, until only the head remained inside her. Then he thrust forward, hard.
Hermione screamed.
It was the most beautiful sound Harry had ever heard. Her voice echoed off the stone walls as his cock slammed into her, reaching depths she had never known existed. Harry didn't give her time to recover, pulling back and thrusting again, setting a brutal pace that had Hermione wailing with each stroke.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust. Her tits swung freely beneath her, bouncing wildly as Harry pounded into her from behind. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Harry was lost in sensation, completely consumed by the feeling of Hermione's perfect cunt gripping his cock. He grabbed a fistful of her wild hair and pulled, arching her back as he fucked her harder.
"That's it!" Hermione screamed, her voice raw with pleasure. "Pull my hair! Use me! Fuck me like you own me!"
The wet slapping of flesh against flesh filled the corridor, accompanied by Hermione's continuous moans and Harry's grunts of exertion. He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building, but he refused to let go until Hermione came first.
He reached around with his free hand, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The effect was immediate. Hermione's moans turned into high-pitched keening, her whole body tensing as pleasure built inside her.
"I'm going to cum!" she wailed. "Harry, you're going to make me cum!"
"Do it!" Harry commanded, slamming into her harder. "Cum on my cock!"
Hermione shattered. Her orgasm hit her like a physical force, her walls clamping down on Harry's cock so hard he saw stars. She screamed his name at the top of her lungs, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
The feeling of her cunt milking him was too much. Harry's own orgasm roared through him like fiendfyre, his cock pulsing as he buried himself as deep as he could go.
"Fuck! Take it, Hermione!" he roared, pumping his seed into her welcoming womb. Rope after rope of his cum filled her, so much that it began to leak out around his shaft even as he continued to thrust. "Take all of it!"
It was only in the midst of his orgasm, his cock still pumping his seed deep inside Hermione's quivering cunt, that Harry registered the gasps and whispers around them. Somewhere along the way they had stumbled out into the main corridor, right in front of the entrance to Slughorn's party. A crowd had gathered. Faces he vaguely recognised. Slughorn himself, hand frozen halfway to his mouth, a crystallised pineapple chunk dropping from his fingers.
Harry should have cared. He really should have. But his cock was still buried in Hermione's tight pussy, her walls still fluttering around him as aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her, and nothing else seemed to matter.
Hermione looked back at him, her face flushed, her hair a complete mess, cum leaking down her thighs. She followed his gaze to the stunned crowd and let out a little squeak of embarrassment.
"Harry," she breathed, her voice dreamy despite their audience. "I don't suppose you know if Malfoy managed to sneak in?"
Harry laughed, still buried inside her. "Haven't got a bloody clue."