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A Veela's Blessing CH.3
🕑 Added 2023-07-21 14:04:23 +0000 UTCHermione Granger nibbled on the end of her favourite quill while working on her Transfiguration homework. Unfortunately, instead of furiously scribbling away at the parchment as usual, she had barely managed to scrape together a couple of paragraphs in the past two hours. Since waking up that morning, Hermione's mind had refused to focus on anything at all. For the first time in her life, she hadn't bothered to listen to her teachers' lectures or take notes during her classes. The reason behind this shocking development was the absence of her best friend, Harry Potter.
Hermione shuddered as she remembered the events of the previous day. Her friend Harry had been badly injured in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament and had to be taken to the hospital wing for treatment. That had happened almost twenty-four hours ago. Since then, Harry was admitted under Madam Pomfrey's care who had barred everyone from visiting the hospital wing to give her most frequent patient some much-needed rest. Unable to visit her friend, Hermione was getting sick with worry, wondering how Harry was doing at the moment and whether he had recovered from his injuries or not.
Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. Frustrated by the lack of news regarding her best friend, she was just about to head to the hospital wing to check on Harry herself when he stepped through the portrait hole, looking completely unharmed.
"Harry!" The brunette witch cried out as she jumped from her seat, rushing toward her best friend and engulfing him in a tight hug.
Harry staggered back and let out a small grunt as he caught Hermione in his arms. "Oof, Hermione, slow down a little. You almost sent me back to the hospital wing just now with your tackle."
Indignant at Harry's teasing words, Hermione pulled back and playfully punched him in the shoulder. "Prat," she whispered to him fondly. However, her good mood quickly vanished as she remembered yesterday's events. With a sense of urgency, she began checking him for any injuries, but to her relief, she found nothing wrong with him.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't find even a scratch on Harry. In reality, her concern was unnecessary, as Madam Pomfrey had once again done an excellent job taking care of her friend's injuries.
Harry smiled fondly as he watched Hermione fuss over him like a mother hen. "I'm alright, Hermione. You don't need to worry about me," he reassured her in a soft voice.
Hermione's left eye twitched in response to Harry's words. "Of course, I have to worry about you, you stupid boy. Because if I don't, heaven knows what trouble you'll get into the next time," she said to him, punching him in the arm again, causing him to wince in pain.
Harry clutched his arm in pain and gave Hermione a wounded look. "Did you really have to hit me so hard?"
Hermione scoffed, trying to stop her lips from twitching in amusement. "Well, you deserved it," she said, tossing her hair back. "Now, answer my question. What were you doing in the hospital wing for so long anyway?"
As Harry opened his mouth to answer her question, he glanced around the common room and noticed curious gazes fixed upon the two of them. "Let's head upstairs. Too many curious ears here," he suggested to her after a brief moment.
Hermione nodded as she followed his gaze, and they quickly began climbing the boys' staircase to the fourth-year dorm room. A few seconds later, Harry closed the door behind them as they entered the boys' dormitory and the two of them sat down side by side on his four-poster bed.
After spending the entire day worrying about Harry without receiving any answers, Hermione couldn't contain herself any longer and burst out, "So, what happened in the lake, Harry? Why did the Merpeople attack you? I talked to Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch, but they were both just as confused as everyone else about what happened."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his untidy black hair as he answered Hermione's questions. "I'm not surprised the two of them had no clue. It wasn't exactly supposed to happen. But because it was me specifically, things just had to go wrong."
Harry then told Hermione exactly what had happened in the lake. He explained how Dobby had assisted him with the Gillyweed and how he had used the magical plant to reach the Merpeople's village. Mentioning his decision to stay behind with the hostages earned him a fond smile from her. However, the mood in the room soon turned a little darker as he recounted Gabrielle's accidental magic and his subsequent desperate fight with the Merpeople while swimming back to the surface to escape their wrath.
Hermione's lips turned white as she listened to Harry's story, her hand clutching at the sleeve of her blue cashmere sweater for comfort.
"Honestly, I think I was a little lucky that I wasn't poisoned at least. Who knows what would've happened if their tridents were coated in their underwater toxin?" said Harry absentmindedly as he finished his tale.
Hermione's already frayed nerves worsened as she listened to Harry's story. However, his latest words caused her eyes to bug out, and she let out a loud screech. "Oh my god! They almost poisoned you?! But why are you out of the hospital wing already? You need to rest to make sure there's nothing bad lingering in your system."
Harry blanched as he realized he had shared far too much with his best friend. He knew from past experiences that unless he did something quickly to assuage her worries, Hermione would drag him back to the hospital wing and force him into a bed, no matter his protests. "Hey, hey, Hermione. Calm down. Remember, I told you Madam Pomfrey has already checked me out, and she said I'm totally fine. So, don't worry, okay?" he reassured her hurriedly.
Hermione relaxed as Harry's words registered in her brain. However, because he had worried her for no reason, she let out a growl and slapped him on the arm again. "Harry Potter! Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Why didn't you say that before?"
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Hermione's worrisome nature. Grateful for having such a good friend, he leaned forward and gently kissed her on the cheek. "You're the best, Hermione. Never change," he told her with a fond smile.
Hermione's outrage vanished suddenly, and her face lit up with a bright blush as she felt Harry's lips on her cheek. For a moment, she couldn't believe what had just happened. Her friend, who avoided all forms of physical contact with everyone, had kissed her of his own volition.
Unconsciously, her fingers lifted and touched the place where Harry had kissed her on the cheek. She found it was warm to the touch. "Wh-what was that for?" she asked him with a stammer.
Harry shrugged and gave Hermione a bashful smile. "No reason. I just wanted to show you my appreciation for being such a good friend even after everything you've been through because of me."
Hermione's bottom lip trembled slightly as she heard Harry's words, and she impulsively launched herself at him, embracing him tightly. "Oh, Harry! Of course, I'm your friend, silly," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I always will be, no matter how much you make me want to tear my hair out with your antics."
Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Hermione, squeezing her back. Unconsciously, he started gliding his hands up and down her small back as his newly gifted Veela powers activated, trying to entice the beautiful female in his arms.
Hermione gasped in surprise as she felt Harry's hands gently moving up and down her back in the most wonderful way, causing a strange sensation in her belly. Before she could ask him what he was doing, she was hit point blank by his magnetic allure flaring out of his body, leaving her mind in a state of blank fascination.
Hermione's eyes closed and her breathing got a little faster as Harry's hands slowly slid down her back until he was almost touching her cute, little bum. Without thinking too much about it, she found herself climbing onto his lap and moaned loudly as his strong hands cupped her lovely bottom through her skirt and squeezed it hard.
Hermione's loud moan snapped Harry out of his lust-induced daze and he froze in shock as he realized what he was doing. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Hermione," he cried out as he quickly removed his hand from her ass.
By now, Hermione's mind was entirely overwhelmed by lust courtesy of Harry's allure, meaning she wasn't fully aware of what she was doing. So, as he stopped squeezing her plump ass, she let out a disappointed groan. Tilting her head up, she looked up at him with flushed red cheeks and lustful, chocolate-brown eyes. "Harry, why did you stop? It was feeling so good," she complained to him in a whiny voice.
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing from Hermione. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he tried to formulate a response.
Hermione, however, wasn't the least bit interested in hearing what he had to say. Her entire focus right now was to once again feel the pleasure she was feeling just moments ago. "No, don't say another word. I don't want to hear it," she said firmly, pushing him on the chest and causing him to fall onto the bed on his back.
Stunned, Harry lay there on the bed as Hermione quickly straddled him and grabbed his hands, placing them back on her juicy ass. She then leaned down and nuzzled her face against his neck, placing soft, lingering kisses on his pulse point. Her actions soon caused Harry to feel aroused himself and his cock began to harden inside his pants.
Hermione giggled as she felt Harry's erection pressing up against her ass. She flashed him a sexy smile and began rolling her hips on his hard cock.
Harry groaned and closed his eyes in pleasure as Hermione began grinding her ass on his cock. Unable to help himself, he flipped her skirt up and started squeezing her ass cheeks.
"Oh, Merlin, that feels so good," Hermione moaned deeply when Harry's strong, calloused hand squeezed her tight, naked bum and arched into him. She mewled and wiggled her body sexily against him as her privates tingled in pleasure.
Harry made a strangled noise as Hermione rubbed her body all over him, her breasts pressing up nicely against his chest in a sensual manner. Feeling horny as hell, he threaded his fingers through her bushy, brown hair and pulled her head up, capturing her lips in a searing, passion-filled kiss. Hermione moaned against Harry's lips as his tongue slid inside her mouth and forced hers into submission.
The two of them kissed each other for a long time until Hermione broke the kiss and sat up straight, breathing heavily. Feeling drunk from the pleasure, she grabbed the hem of her blue cashmere sweater and pulled it over her head. Harry's mouth went completely dry as she tossed it over her shoulder and he found himself gazing at his best friend in only her small, pink bra. "Wow! Merlin, you're so beautiful, Hermione," he told her in an awed voice as he stared, mesmerized at her large, perky tits encased in her sexy bra.
Hermione smiled happily in response to Harry's compliment. She couldn't believe how good it felt to hear that he found her to be attractive. In response to his words, she thrust her chest out, proudly displaying her body to him. A few seconds later, she let out a sudden squeal as he flipped them over so that she was now lying on her back underneath him.
As he flipped them over, Harry settled between Hermione's legs and leaned over her body. He then started kissing her on the neck, peppering her soft skin with kisses before moving down to the valley between her breasts. Harry growled as he came face to face with Hermione's pink bra and with a harsh pull, ripped it off her body. Hermione's large tits bounced and jiggled from the rough treatment as they were forced into the open. Once she was fully nude from the waist up, Harry swept his eyes over her gorgeous figure and licked his lips at the sexy sight of her perfect, pink nipples.
Hermione placed her hand on the back of Harry's head and sighed happily as he started sucking on her hard nipple. Running her fingers through his soft, black hair, she let out a breathy moan when his tongue wiggled around her crinkled left nub before moving on to the other one.
Harry sucked Hermione's hard, pink nipples to his heart's content before moving down to her toned stomach. He felt her body shuddering from pleasure as he kissed his way down to her navel and tickled it with his tongue.
Soon, Hermione squealed in surprise as Harry lifted her legs in the air and pulled her skirt off of her body. Left only in her pink panties, she could only watch dumbstruck as he stuck his head between her legs and started playing with her pussy.
Harry moaned in appreciation as he leaned down and smelled the heady scent of Hermione's arousal wafting off from between her legs. He then pulled her pink panties to the side and exposed her smooth, hairless pussy.
Hermione shuddered as she felt Harry's warm breath wash over her naked pussy. All of a sudden, she found her body trembling with desire as he began to happily lap up the juices dripping from her horny cunt before kissing her on her throbbing clit, taking it between his lips.
In response, Hermione's back arched in pleasure and stars flashed behind her eyes as Harry sucked hard on her happy button causing a powerful orgasm to rock through her body. As her juices sprayed out of her tiny slit and splashed against his mouth, Harry moaned happily and drank down as much of her sweet nectar as possible.
By the time Hermione's orgasm finished its course and her pussy stopped fluttering, Harry's entire face was drenched with her girl cum with some of it dribbling down his chin. At the same time, Harry's allure also stopped flaring, allowing both him and Hermione to be able to think properly again.
As her brain started working again, Hermione, looking dazed, squeaked and jumped up from the bed. Without wasting a second, she quickly began to collect her clothes from the ground and put them on.
Harry watched as Hermione hurriedly dressed herself before turning around to leave the room.
"Hermione, wait. We need to talk about this," he called out, stopping her in her tracks.
Hermione, however, barely glanced toward Harry and shook her head rapidly. "N-no. I'll see you later, Harry," she said before fleeing from the room in a hurry.
Feeling bewildered, Harry slumped down on his bed after Hermione disappeared through the door. For a moment, he couldn't believe what had just happened. In his four years of friendship with his muggle-born best friend, he had never thought he harboured any romantic feelings for her and assumed the same applied to her. But just a few minutes ago, they were all over each other like a couple of horny lovebirds at the start of their relationship.
Harry shook his head, unable to make heads or tails of the situation. However, he vowed to himself to have a quick chat with Hermione the next morning so that they could get to the bottom of this.
