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Harry's sweet fruits of labor (De-stressing Hermione)
🕑 Added 2021-07-07 05:55:22 +0000 UTCOne ordinary November night, as the clock struck midnight, a bushy-haired girl was making her way back to the Gryffindor common room after spending the entire day studying independently in the deserted library. The last few weeks had been some of the most difficult and frustrating days in the girl's life. She had been abandoned by her best friends because she had tried to do the right thing. Hermione had tried her best to ignore the hurt she had felt when Ron had stopped interacting with her because her actions had led to Harry losing his brand new firebolt. She had never imagined that their friendship was so weak that it would be destroyed so easily.
Hermione was also bone tired from studying all the time. She had started regretting her stubborn determination to take all the available courses. Even the extra hours provided in a day by the Time-Turner were consumed by classes and couldn't be used by Hermione to relax and unwind.
Shaking off the trail of her miserable thoughts for the moment Hermione gave the Fat Lady the current password and entered the Gryffindor common room. She was about to climb the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory when a familiar voice from behind halted her in her tracks.
"Hi, Hermione." Harry greeted her sheepishly and offered her a measly wave as he got up from his favorite chair near the fireplace. Hermione rewarded him with only a glare and didn't bother with a response.
The hopeful little smile on Harry's face vanished as he came closer and looked at her cold expression.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I know now that you were just looking out for me and Ron and I shouldn't have hurt you like that. It was wrong of us to blame you for being wary. Please, forgive me, Hermione." Harry begged with folded hands as he tried his best to convince Hermione to give him another chance.
All thoughts of being mad at Harry were abandoned from her head the moment he started pleading. She wouldn't force her best friend to do that. With a loud shriek of happiness, she launched herself towards Harry and wrapped her arms around her friend's body. The boiling anger of betrayal was quickly replaced with relief of getting her friend back and that she wouldn't be alone anymore in such tough times.
"Oh Harry, I missed you so much," she breathed as she hugged him tightly. "Did you get your broom back?" She asked curiously as they separated.
Harry beaming with happiness from the happy reunion answered absentmindedly as he started leading her towards the sofa.
"No, McGonagall still has it. But forget the stupid thing. I don't want to talk about it. Tell me, how are you doing?" Harry asked her earnestly as they settled down together on the couch.
Hermione about to answer was interrupted when her body chose that moment to let out a huge yawn. She blushed in embarrassment as she covered her mouth.
Harry looked at her startled. "Are you not sleeping well, Hermione?" Harry asked in concern as he suddenly noticed the dark circles under her eyes.
Hermione was touched by Harry's concern for her wellbeing. But she didn't want to trouble Harry with her problems so she tried to brush off his worry.
"It's nothing. I'm fine. I had just got up early this morning." She tried to reassure him.
Harry who wasn't tricked by her carefree behavior narrowed his eyes in anger. "No, you're not fine, Hermione. The term has just started and already you look dead on your feet."
Harry calmed himself slightly, he didn't want to start a new fight so he also lowered his voice a bit as he gently rested his hands on her legs. "You're running yourself into the ground. Merlin's beard, Percy has his Newts this year and even he isn't studying as much as you. You've got to loosen up a bit, Hermione."
Hermione's eyes teared up in frustration.
"Do you think I don't know that, Harry? But what else am I supposed to do besides study? I want to relax and have fun but there's no time. I can't disappoint Professor McGonagall by failing in my classes." She snapped at him in anger as she wiped away her escaped tears.
Harry instantly felt like an awful person for making Hermione upset. He had wanted to spend some quality time with his friend but instead, he was making her cry. He gently held her in his arms as she slowly composed herself.
Harry sighed in defeat. "I care for you, Hermione. I don't want you to have a breakdown from all this stress. It's not worth it."
Hermione lifted her head from his shoulders to see Harry staring down at her. "Okay, what do you think I should do?" She asked interested in his suggestion.
"You could drop divination. You always call it rubbish. Or even Muggle studies. You don't need it." Harry suggested passionately.
Hermione was about to straightaway dismiss the advice but something held her back. Harry's idea had merit. She hated divination and wasn't too impressed with Professor Trelawney.
"Fine you win, Harry. Tomorrow, I'll inform Professor McGonagall that I'm quitting Divination." She giggled as Harry let out a loud whoop of delight at her decision.
Half an hour rapidly flew by as the two friends continued chatting. Hermione who had been fidgeting for some time in discomfort glanced at Harry's large hands rested on her thighs in curiosity. Hoping that it wouldn't come across as too awkward, she hesitantly asked Harry.
"Erm, do you think you could massage my shoulders, Harry?" She asked in a soft voice as she shyly looked down at her feet. At Harry's stunned silence she quickly clarified. "It's just that I've been sitting in a chair all day, so they're very stiff."
Harry finally shook off his surprise at her explanation and hesitantly agreed. Hermione was extremely exhausted otherwise she wouldn't have requested. Besides, he owed her for forgiving him so easily. He shifted around a little on the couch so that he was sitting behind Hermione and had easy access to work on her shoulders.
As Harry's hands started to squeeze her tight shoulders, Hermione slowly began to relax under his touch. He also pulled aside her hair, exposing her delicate neck for him. Fully devoted to his task, he proceeded to massage and knead her flesh, trying to deal with all the knots he found.
Hermione's breathing soon became a little heavy as she felt Harry's strong warm hands rub her allowing her shoulders and neck resulting in her taut muscles finally started loosening up after such a long time. Eager to get more comfortable, she leaned back heavily, so that she ended up straddling Harry's legs with her back pressed against his muscular chest.
"Hermione, I have an idea. Why don't you take off your sweater and lie down on the couch? It'll be easy for me to give you a proper massage, and you'll enjoy that a lot more than this, I promise." Harry who himself was very much enjoying rubbing his hands on her soft skin, tried to casually propose to Hermione.
Hermione nodded trusting Harry and after standing up pulled off her loose sweater over her head immediately leaving her in just a baby blue bra that hardly covered her tits. Discarding her sweater she laid down on her stomach with her hands tucked beneath her temple.
Harry on the other hand was rendered speechless as he gazed down mesmerized at her flawless naked back.
"So beautiful," Harry whispered appreciatively as he felt a familiar sensation in his loins. Hermione who was feeling self-conscious now that she was just wearing a bra, wondered what was taking Harry so long. Harry thankful didn't keep her waiting any longer, and lowered himself just below her lower back, taking care not to put too much pressure on her body.
Hermione gasped when he touched her - compared to before when she was wearing her sweater, now his hands on her back were feeling much better. His hands were also surprisingly skilled, or maybe he just had a natural talent, because, in no time, her gasps turned into loud moans of pleasure.
Harry kept working his magic on her body. He placed his calloused hands firmly on her lower back, right above her hips, admiring how smooth and soft her body was. Harry first kneaded on her tense shoulders rubbing small circles with the heel of his palms. Then he moved down onto her spine. He rubbed the area in circles with his knuckles and worked his way down to her hips. The lower he moved, the more audible Hermione's gasps were, until she finally began moaning in a very meaningful way. Digging deeper, Harry tried to work out all the soreness and stiffness.
Very turned on by her loud moaning, Harry leaned down and whispered in her. "Do you like it, Hermione?" All the while his hands kept rubbing her shoulder blades, alternating between long strokes and circular patterns, making sure to work out all the knots in her body.
"Oh... Harry," Hermione moaned absently as she felt Harry's fingers erasing the sorest spot on her back. "I love it. Mmm... Your hands feel so good, Harry."
At her words, Harry's growing erection jumped in his trousers. He moved his hands from her shoulder blades to her ribs, rubbing them softly. As she moaned even more loudly, he slowly unhooked the clasp of her bra giving her all the time in the world to stop him. But Hermione was lost in her world and so he gave a big grin of satisfaction and pulled off her bra.
As far as Harry was concerned, he felt his pants getting tight pretty fast. Hermione stilled in surprise when she felt his erection rubbing against her ass.
"Harry?" she asked him in an unsure voice. "What is that thing poking me?"
Harry feeling pretty bold from all that loud moaning just moved his hips up and down her arse in response.
"What do you think it is, Hermione?" Harry asked her innocently.
"Oh, God no, Harry. You shouldn't... " she tried to push him away as she finally realized what Harry was doing. But her attempts were not even half-hearted as a pleasured groan left her mouth from the amazing new feeling. Harry in response just increased the speed of his dry humping.
As Harry kept pounding, he leaned down to kiss her all over her slender neck.
"Oh, you're perfect," he complimented Hermione as he thrust forward hardly. Peppering kisses all over her back he breathed. "Turn around please, Hermione. I want you to look at me."
Hermione reluctantly turned on her back. She had closed her eyes, but the pleasure she had been experiencing was evident in her features.
"Open your eyes, Hermione," Harry ordered as he finally stopped thrusting against her jean-clad ass. He reached for her face and placed his hands on her flushed cheeks. As his fingers traced her soft lips, Hermione opened her dazed eyes.
"Hello, Hermione," Harry said cheekily accompanied with a shameless grin as he looked her in the eyes.
"Why are you doing this, Harry? It's not right." She asked in a hoarse voice, as his other hand rubbed small circles on her stomach.
"What do you mean?" He asked innocently as his hand moved up from her stomach to her right breast and cupped it.
"Stop Harry, please." She let out a barely audible groan as he took her nipple in between his thumb and gave it a pinch driving her crazy. A blush crept across her cheeks as her body betrayed her, and Harry's lips curled into a sly grin.
Harry kissed her forehead tenderly. He took her face in his hands and gave her a light nuzzle. Eventually, Hermione's breaths grew heavy, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed crimson. Her earlier reluctance was slowly evaporating as Harry placed tiny feather-light kisses along her jawline, down to her neck.
"How long are you going to keep pretending that you don't like this, Hermione?" Harry asked as his lips hesitated above hers, just inches away from stealing her first kiss.
Hermione swallowed, her heart beating so crazy she was surprised he couldn't hear it. Harry must have seen her permission in her expression as his lips smashed against hers hungrily. It felt so good, she thought, as Harry kissed her with all his might.
"Oh... Harry!" Hermione moaned loudly as Harry broke their heated kiss and looking deep into her brown eyes unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them off and her panties and tossed them away carelessly.
Her hands fumbled with his pants in return, she pushed his pants down his legs, making him curse as it got tangled around his ankles. Finally, he managed to kick it off, leaving them both naked on top of each other.
Hermione whimpered as his tongue ran along her lower lip asking permission. When his tongue finally entered her mouth, their tongues entwined seconds later. As they kissed, she ran her hand all over Harry's back feeling all the hard muscles he had developed by playing hours and hours of Quidditch.
"Fuck! Do it again, Harry," she panted breathlessly. "Again." Hermione cried as Harry's fingers stroked her clit fulfilling her demand.
Hermione had to bite her lip as her body melted in delight by one of Harry's fingers easing into her wet and ready cunt. They returned to kissing each other wildly as his finger moved inside her swollen and incredibly soft flesh.
"Oh, Merlin!" she whispered into his mouth as Harry stroked her hard nub with his thumb while his fingers continued to ram inside her.
Hermione arched her back in the air as she came undone. Her pussy clamped down tightly on his fingers, as she squirted for the very first time in her life.
"I need you inside me, Harry!" Hermione growled at Harry as her hand closed over his enormous shaft, stroking it gently. Harry kissed her softly as he lined up his cock against her wet pussy.
Hermione had to bury her head in Harry's shoulder as he slowly sunk inside her inch by inch. Harry gave a steady and Swift push, breaking past her hymen, and finally, he was inside Hermione. After making sure that she was alright, Harry started moving. The tightness of her virgin cunt enveloped him brilliantly, making it nigh unbearable to stand so much pleasure.
"Oh, yes... Harry... " At least Hermione seemed to be experiencing the same thing as she panted pathetically, her mouth opened wide from the moment he buried himself inside her completely.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed in ecstasy. "Harder! Stretch my pussy. Ruin me, Harry. Pound me!" she cried as his balls made a slapping sound as Harry slammed his cock deep inside Hermione.
That vulgar encouragement set off Harry as he happily obliged and started pounding her insides mercilessly. He slammed into her repeatedly, the loud clapping sound resounding through the common room.
"So fucking tight," Harry whispered appreciatively as he drilled his rod in her pussy. Hermione made no sound, her mouth open in a silent scream of joy as she felt another orgasm building shortly.
The last push she needed was Harry flicking her engorged clit with his thumb and Hermione's face contorted in pleasure and her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull as she squirted. Her pussy clamped down unbelievably on Harry's dick, the warm walls trying their absolute best to milk him.
This pushed Harry towards his release. He stopped thrusting and buried himself deep inside Hermione, with a loud grunt Harry started spurting.
After nearly a minute, Harry's balls stopped shooting his load deep into Hermione. He finally pulled out his cock gleaming with their juices. Slowly, a trail of semen began to trickle out of Hermione's cum-filled pussy.
Ten minutes later they were both wearing their clothes once again.
"I'll see you in the morning, Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously. Harry nodded. With a final kiss, both sneaked back to their dormitories.
