The day that Hermione found Harry studying in the middle of the summer, she knew something was very, very wrong.

She'd watched him for days after the Quidditch World Cup, holed up in some corner of the Burrow where he could find some quiet, nose buried into a book. The fluidity with which he crammed himself into any corner he could find to isolate himself with a book reminded Hermione unsettlingly of how she would often read, but there was something much more distressing about how Harry was doing it. He wasn't getting lost in imaginative worlds, he was getting lost in his own worries and burdens. When he wasn't reading, he was out in the yard, practicing wand form and firing spells off into the sky just to get his timing on them down. He asked the twins to attack him with their homemade blasting caps and fireworks so that he could shoot them out of the sky, and the way in which he brushed off their concern when one of the caps went awry and singed his arm left her with the certainty that Harry was in immense forms of trouble.

There was no easy way to say it to Harry, so Hermione went for the direct route as she sat down beside him one afternoon. Harry sat cross-legged on the mattress tossed onto the floor, and she took her place beside him, giving a weary sigh of, "I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to be," he said, distant in ways so obvious and transparent that she almost wanted to hit him. He didn't look up from his book toward her, in the way that she had always done to him and Ron in turn, and she never realized just how it looked until she was on the other end of it for once. "I'm fine, it's everything else we should worry about."

"This is about what happened at the world cup isn't it?" she asked, placing a hand onto his shoulder and trying to remind him of her existence a little bit, unsure what else she could possibly have done for him. "Harry, we can't-"

"They were Death Eaters, Hermione. Death Eaters sending a message to the rest of the wizard world that they're back, and that we should be afraid. But I refuse to be afraid of them."

Hermione could hear the way his voice shook a little bit, and she couldn't exactly say that she blamed him, all things considered, but that didn't mean she didn't still worry about him deeply. "You're not a soldier," she said softly, placing her head down onto his shoulder instead of her hand, and this finally got some response out of Harry, as he tilted his head against hers in turn. "And you're going to burn yourself out like this. Please Harry, I'm worried about you, won't you slow down? Or at least find some way to work out your stress."

"There's no time," Harry said, hand slipping down her side reassuringly, hoping to shake her worries from her. He didn't intend to slow down in the least; he couldn't, with the threat of Death Eaters coming back, with the possibilities of what would come in the future if this was their way of making an entrance and announcing their grand return. "School starts back in a couple weeks, and I'll have to split my attention when it does, so I need to do as much work as I can while I have the free time." He held her tight against him, and for a moment took his eyes off the page to look at her. "I know you're worried about me, and I'm glad to know I have a friend who cares about me like that, but I'm okay, really. I have to do this. I'm probably going to be a target somehow, and I need to know how to protect myself."

Hermione nodded slowly, but not because she agreed Harry was going to be fine. She just knew she'd have to find some other way to help him out instead. "I trust you," she said, a blatant lie as she appreciated his warmth for a second before pulling away from him, mind already hard at work thinking up ways to go about this in some way that would be successful while still not taking any risks when it came to him realizing that she didn't in fact believe he was fine in the least.

At first, Hermione tried to help Harry out with subtle little tugs in the right direction, asking him to go for a little bit of sightseeing with her, or down to Ottery St. Catchpole to see if there was anything nice in the local shops. It failed miserably. Giving him a massage came next, trying to work the stress and tension out of his shoulders while he read, but he insisted he couldn't focus on what he was reading when she was doing that. Then came just straight-up snuggling against him, lying on her side against his back as he sat upright and buried in a book, which was fine insofar as he didn't seem to push her away, but it did bring about a new problem in the form of lying against him for sometimes an hour at a time, feeling the tension that never left him, and feeling a tension of her own building up within herself of certain urges when it came to Harry.

There was no lack of perspective on Hermione's part. The way that she worried about Harry most definitely found its roots in her feelings for him, and she hadn't ever really tried to fight those feelings, but lying next to him was sparking those things up in levels that found her a little bit shocked, and she eventually had to pull away for fear she may act on impulse and make a move on him. So she pulled away from him, wordlessly rolled off of the bed and away from him, and Harry didn't seem to react much as she did so, letting her hurry off in a panic and her cheeks burned and feelings for Harry flared up hotter than trusted herself to face.

Her mind raced with all sorts of things, worried feelings about what would have most definitely been a problem, but at the same time, she couldn't control her burgeoning imagination and the way it spread out, digging through her mind and filling it with all sorts of thoughts, lurid images that make her chest tighten and more chaste, sappy images that left her cheeks and forehead burning in the very places where she imagined sleepy morning kisses. She couldn't shake these imaginings, which made it so much worse when the realization hit her, something so lurid and intense that she nearly flopped down onto the floor of the Weasleys' hallway with embarrassment.

The best way to de-stress Harry was just to fuck it right out of him.

Harry must have been just as pent up as Hermione was, and what better way to ease his tensions than with her body? It was a thought that Hermione should have hated for how ludicrous it was, for how impossible the entire thought was, but the more she thought about it, the more it made perfect sense to her. He wasn't getting any from anyone else, and it was something she could keep going even when they got back to school without too much trouble. The more she dwelled on the idea, the better it sounded, which didn't make her feel much better about any of this. But the fact remained that she had no other options in front of her, no matter how long she thought about the topic.

So when she hit the mattress laid down on Ginny's floor, her mind found itself hard at work trying to think up a plan. A plan she told herself that she wasn't doing for her own selfish purposes or her attraction to Harry. This was most definitely for his sake and his sake only, she swore.

With his mind being so closed off and any attempts to pull his attention from the books failing miserably, she assumed that trying the direct approach was a wash without even having to be shot down first. But in truth, she would have been so nervous to actually try to say anything direct to Harry that she wasn't too upset by that, hamstrung by her own shyness and embarrassment. She needed to somehow do it without having to confess her feelings, as insurmountable a task as that seemed. Which left only one idea in mind, and it was perhaps the most embarrassing prospect of this entire plan.

She'd have to do it when he was sleeping.

It took a few more days for Hermione to muster up the courage to do this, unable to believe that this was actually what she was doing as she snuck in the dead of the night into Ron's room, not worried at all about her redheaded friend waking up due to the fact he slept like a rock. No, she was much more worried about Harry finding her as she slowly and silently opened the door, closing it once she was on the other end and hoping the old, ramshackle home's floors didn't creak too much as she drew closer to where Harry lay on the mattress on the floor, blankets loose over his lower body, kicked down amid the heat of the summer night. Without a shirt on, his toned chest was exposed, a strong and sturdy midsection and defined abs leaving her biting her lip as she pondered the fact that she was undoubtedly the nerdy bookworm with a crush on the school sports star, for all of the embarrassment that followed as she settled down onto his mattress.

Pulling his blanket off entirely let her look at his boxers and the outline against them, which lit her eyes up before she had even gotten his underwear off, urging her to press onward and see what she was missing with an intense curiosity. Carefully, she tugged his boxers down, and she could not believe what she was exposing as she pulled them down his strong legs, soon enough face-to-face with something that she had to struggle to keep from gasping in the face of; Harry's cock was absolutely massive. Even completely flaccid, it was larger than most men would have been at the peak of hardness, and beneath the soft cock lay a pair of balls so large and full that they could have seeded every witch in Hogwarts in one go. It was fair to say that no matter how many nights Hermione had thought about Harry, and there had been a great many, she had never before imagined he could ever have been so hung.

Kneeling down on the mattress and biting her lip, Hermione felt a little bit nervous, clad in flannel pajamas that clung tightly to a buxom body she always undersold the appeal of in her own self-doubts. And those doubts turned from her own attractiveness now to her own ability to deal with any of what she was about to do, whatever boldness and courage she'd come in here with shattered by the awe of what she was looking at. There was nothing easy about what she was now facing down and expected to do, and there was more than a little bit of doubt urging her to turn tail, to pull his boxers back up his legs and run away. But she had come to far, and sucking down a sharp breath, she knew she didn't have a choice.

Hermione leaned down and gave a small kiss to the very tip of his cock.

Immediately, she recoiled back in worry as Harry's dick twitched and slowly began to harden, filling rapidly with blood as she drew back. Her eyes couldn't stay off of it as she watched it rise up, fighting against gravity's pull as it stood proud and massive, swelling even larger before her eyes, inch after inch of length and girth leaving her filled with an intense mixture of disbelief, fear, awe, and lust that left her head spinning as Harry's cock grew to life before her eyes. It was almost impossible to believe what she was looking at, but in her disbelief she felt an intense pull dragging her closer in, and soon enough she found herself leaning in again closer, staring at the rock hard cock standing so intimidatingly tall in front of her that she didn't even know what to do next.

"I hope I don't wake you up," Hermione whispered, her warm, moist breath rushing against the base of his cock, making it twitch before her eyes. Pre-cum trickled down from his head, but he remained otherwise mostly unmoved, remaining still in his sleep, and Hermione decided it was probably safe enough to lean forward and give him another kiss, this time onto the very base of his mammoth cock. Her soft lips pressed into the firm, throbbing flesh, and then she slowly trailed her tongue upward, dragging it slowly along the shaft from the base up to its distant tip, clearing over a foot of cock flesh in the process, until she could get another kiss against his tip. It provided her a sense of shocking scale for just how massive Harry's penis truly was, and she still had absolutely zero idea how she was going to handle any of this, but couldn't wait to find out.

But as intimidating as it was, and it was terrifying enough for her to have absolutely no idea what she was going to do about all of this, the excitement that tingled across her body like fire left her certain she couldn't stop now. Her love for Harry turned to lust as she began to kiss her way back down his cock, peppering it with affectionate little pecks as she tried to feel the situation out. "Please forgive me for this," she whined, realizing that she had in fact not come here for Harry's sake anywhere near as much as she'd tried to tell herself. It was readily apparent now as kisses turned to tiny little cat-like licks. This was all too well for herself.

Down to his balls she trailed next, and her tongue dragged a little more boldly along his plump sac, before she moved to his strong thighs for more kisses, passionate as she began to shift from a woman absolutely clueless and terrified of what was before her to a woman boldly willing to learn on the fly how to worship the magnificent monster of a cock in front of her. Her love for Harry took a surprisingly lurid turn, but not an entirely crass or physical one, as she sought to give everything around Harry's midsection as much attention and adoration as she could, from cock worship to kissing his abs, which was what she did next as she leaned forward and gave each individually defined muscle a long, appreciative kiss.

Hermione was a virgin. Not that it mattered much here, because even if she had been with a boy before she was absolutely clueless as to what she could have gained from those encounters that she could apply to what was in front of her; she knew anatomy, knew how endowed the average man was, and that Harry more than doubled that number. His cock was too big for her to be any better off if she had done something with another boy, and there was something almost reassuring about knowing his size would have equalized anything she'd ever done; no matter what, she was in over her head here, and nothing could have prepared her.

But it also meant that she wasn't just learning all of her firsts with a bigger dick than she thought physically possible, it meant she was learning all of her firsts with Harry. And that was worth being in so deep over her head that she was honestly not sure how there were even instincts to act on as she licked down from his belly back to his cock, tongue slithering its way back up his shaft as she went. Something was guiding her, and she had no idea what it was, but her surrender to it was an eager one, driven by something within her that she trusted, urging her forward with all of the boldness that she didn't have in the face of what was in front of her.

Her lips wrapped around his cock, softly embracing the very tip and sucking on the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that had leaked out from her faint little teases. Her hands settled down lower, squeezing his muscular thighs and then slowly running up to grasp his chest before drifting back down. It helped steady herself for what was to come: the eager and brazen worship of Harry's cock. She had no idea how she was going to pull this off, but the lust bubbling up within her was the most potent substitute for courage she could have ever found, pushed into this whether she was sure of herself or not.

Confident that she wouldn't wake Harry, Hermione took her time with his cock, certain that all she really needed was practice and patience. Given time, she wanted to take all of his shaft down, but she could start out slowly and work her way there first, a secret nighttime helper who could come and empty his swollen balls each night, learning to handle his monstrous cock a little more with each visit. It was a solid idea, and she was absolutely ready to see it through as she took the better half of an inch or so into her mouth. Already she knew just how formidable his cock was, fat enough for her mouth to be open wide as she stared up his athletic, muscular body toward his face. He looked so serene in his sleep, and she hoped that nights would become the time where he could truly relax and unwind as she tended to the unconscious wizard and made sure that he was being looked after.

Another half inch down, and Hermione wished she had the courage to not have to hide in the shadows to do this. She whimpered around his cock as her hips drew back up a little, only to press a bit further on the next forward motion. In theory, she understood how a blowjob worked, but in practice she was utterly out of her depth, none of the practical knowledge doing many favours for her as she felt everything out on a whim, but as much as having her mouth open this wide was a challenge, it was a challenge she knew would only strengthen her resolve for the future, hone her talents and give her a more capable future in worshiping his cock. It kept her focus forward and her attention lit up as she went at him, moaning steadily around his cock.

Hermione's fingers continued to drift along Harry's lower body, constantly caressing and squeezing, holding adoringly to him, longingly giving him all of the love and affection she wished she had the courage to give him when he was awake. Occasionally, she'd give his balls a fondle or a soft little stroke to the base of his cock, which served only to remind her now matter how much of his shaft passed her lips steadily as she went onward, she hadn't even begun. There was so much cock yet to be sucked, so much that she would have to coach her body into taking, but she was devoted to this task, to helping Harry out whether he wanted it or not. Someone had to look after him, and if he wouldn't, then it would be down to her. It was a job she took gladly.

She'd managed about a quarter of his cock into her mouth, which maybe three inches and change if she were to guess, by the time she had him down as much as she could take into her mouth, stretched out around his massive cock. And that was where she focused, giving him a slow and adoring cocksucking as she lay there on her stomach, eyes never leaving his body as she caressed him and made sure that he was given in his slumber the affection that he never had in the day. She wondered what he was dreaming about as he lay there, looking so serene and happy-a rare sight in the past week. Hermione hoped he dreamt of her, of a Hermione strong and bold enough to admit her feelings, who hadn't held back for these years on her feelings and who could already more than easily handle his ample cock.

He came without warning, an obvious side-effect of sucking off the sleeping wizard, and she had no idea that the sudden jerking and throbbing her mouth were of that nature until it was too late. Until his cum was splashing against the back of her throat, making her cough as it spilled down her throat and into her mouth. She pulled back in a panic as more splashed against her face and her bushy brown hair, and she shook as the cum continued onward, giving her a massive facial and making a bigger mess still, his thighs and belly covered in spunk as she watched his cock erupt. It was so much, his virile shaft unloading a massive load, but seeing his huge balls, she had no doubt that it wasn't anywhere near as much as he had.

But then, Harry began to stir, and Hermione gasped, rushing away in a hurry as she scrambled for the door, quickly seeing herself out with much less worry about if she was making noise or not than she'd made on her way in as she quickly removed herself from the room entirely, ending up with her back to the other end of the door as she stood in the hallway, a cummy mess panting heavily as she closed her eyes, glad she'd made it out, unsure if Harry was waking up or what he'd make of the mess he would be when he awoke, but at least off the hook.

"I wish I knew how to tell you," she said wistfully, taking a moment to reflect on what she'd done before heading off to wash up and get some sleep. Or, more accurately, to fingerfuck herself into exhaustion.

Hermione was back the next night, with Harry having not said anything or even seeming off in the least throughout the day. She didn't know how, given that he must have woken up with his boxers down around his ankles and cum absolutely everywhere, but she didn't question it, just waited for her chance to return. This time, the topmost buttons on her flannel pajama top were open, and she hadn't put on a bra beneath it, exposing some of her ample cleavage as she once more knelt down between Harry's legs and peeled away his blanket and his underwear. She felt bolder this time, feeling a little naughtier and exposing herself just a little bit to him.

"I wish I had the confidence to wear lower cut tops around you. Maybe if I dressed a little less conservatively, you'd notice me. You seem to like girls with curves and the confidence to flaunt them. I've seen the way you look at Lavender, and at Susan, and... Ugh, even at Daphne. But I'm right here, and I wish you'd see." She sighed, closing her eyes as she ran her hands along Harry's thighs, pushing those worries out of her mind as she leaned down and began to once more kiss all over Harry's stomach, adoring his abs as a form of loving foreplay that helped keep her focused and on task as she got Harry ready. "I don't even know why I'm talking like this. Maybe it's because you're asleep, and I'm not as much of a coward about spilling my heart when you can't hear me."

But he could hear her. Harry had acted very normal throughout the day, but when he woke up in the aftermath of Hermione's coughing with his cock out and cum all over himself, he knew something had gone on, that someone in The Burrow had snuck in to suck his cock, and Hermione had been acting weird all day. With only one thing to do about it, Harry lay there that night, pretending to fall asleep and waiting with curiosity to see if they would return, to shocking results. The struggle was on now, with Harry wanting to feel what she was going to do, curious what Hermione would show him on the assumption he wasn't actually awake. He may not have been as nervous as she was, but the fact that she was showing him things that she never would have if she knew he was awake meant that if he really wanted to feel out the depths of what Hermione felt, he had to keep the charade up a while longer.

Slowly, Hermione's licking and touching and kissing made his cock swell up, hardening until it stood just as proudly as it had the night before, at which point she licked her way down between his abs, drifting along one thigh and down it, then slipping up the other one on its way to his heavy balls and then finally up along the underside of his cock. So much motion all too quickly left Harry struggling not to make a sound as he felt himself wide awake this time for Hermione to lavish him, and he knew he couldn't reveal himself quite yet.

But as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and pushed downward, it was impossible not to groan. A soft noise of approval didn't actually out him, and Hermione continued onward as she let her hands settle once more onto his thighs as she stared down at him, and she began to suck his cock, a little more confident this time than she had been the night before. Hermione had no idea how she had avoided any problems, but it emboldened her on her next visit, and she was now certain this plan was going to work out just fine for her as she took his cock down, steadily bobbing her head and accepting more of him past her lips. It was a slow process, with the ground she made being considerable given the absolute girth of Harry's cock but still not adding up to much on the whole given just how much cock there was. But she was insistent, and the hot, wet embrace of her eager mouth provided an excitedly conscious Harry with far more pleasure than he was ready for.

Hermione would work on breaking ground, letting fractions of inches push into her mouth as she coached herself further down, pulling back on occasion so that she could licking her way down his back, moaning against his cock as she nuzzled her cheek against the mammoth member, occasionally drifting down to kiss his balls. "I hope that helping to empty these is making you feel better," she said softly. "I know I can't make you slow down, but the least I can do is try to work on helping you ease up, and maybe this is working."

Harry wished he could say something as Hermione seemed ready to bare her soul for him on the assumption he was sleeping, but he could always try to do something while pretending to be asleep. With a groan, he squirmed a little bit, hands moving about before drifting toward Hermione, fingers entangling themselves into her messy brown locks and holding affectionately and loosely onto her. He could feel Hermione stiffen in worry against him, but as he lay there unmoving after touching her, she began to steady.

She nuzzled into his hands a little bit, purring happily as she felt him hold her. "Maybe deep down, you feel the same way," she said, kissing her way back up his cock and taking him once more down into her mouth. So far, everything was going so well, with a seemingly out cold Harry not stirring too much, and even when he did, it was to give her a certain touch that she couldn't help but adore. "Maybe you dream about me worshiping your cock. I can at least wish you did."

Taking him into her mouth again, Hermione pushed forward more boldly, urged on by the passive presence of his fingers in her hair. It gave her an oddly comfortable sensation, one of adoring submission. It wasn't much to work with, but there was something about the way he held her that made her want to perform better, and she took it deeper as a result, boldly pressing forward with renewed vigor as she took his cock down. Soon enough, she was working six fat inches past her lips, no idea how she could do it but very well aware that there was still a little more than half of his cock not past her lips as she worked to get him off. Back and forth her head bobbed, and her eagerness left Harry even more frustrated as he savoured the way she sucked him off, the adoration that left him struggling not to writhe in delight. Much as Hermione had to learn how to take him, Harry knew he'd have to learn how not to tip off that he knew his cock was being taken, but he was determined to make it. This was too good to ruin.

Harry didn't know how he managed not to lose it when he came, but all he did was fidget a little bit as his cock erupted once more into Hermione's mouth, completely without warning. But this time, she was slightly more prepared for the inbound flood of cum, and didn't inhale a bunch down as she struggled to keep her mouth in place, feeling it flood with cum as she struggled to swallow it down, shamelessly letting semen and drool gush past her lips and down his shaft as she held herself in place through all of it, gladly drinking down every drop of his cum that she could handle, and that was when things took a turn for the unexpected.

Hermione came.

She had no idea how, save for the idea that her mind had been so stimulated by the act of cock worship that somehow she was thrown over the edge and so utterly taken that she lost herself, moaning around the cock in absolute shock as her trembling pussy hit a trembling peak without even the slightest bit of genital stimulation. Her body shivered and twisted about, almost convulsing as she felt an absolutely hands-free orgasm like she could never have imagined before, the most potent thrill of her life, and it took her so powerfully that she simply could not handle it. Only the fact that she didn't want to wake the boys up with her moans kept her in place, although the muffled sounds vibrated through Harry's cock with such ferocity that it nearly pushed him over the edge again.

Only once Hermione was absolutely sure it was done did she pull back, still trembling as she looked up at Harry with cum dripping down her chin. She started to say something a few times, but she couldn't think of anything, eventually just pulling back and leaving him be, both of them now more frustrated and needy than ever after the bittersweet note it had ended on, and yet they could not have been more excited for the next night.

The nightly visits drew onward in an unbroken string, Hermione never missing a night as she snuck into Ron's room, thankful for the Weasley family's tendencies to sleep like a sack of bricks. Each night she arrived, growing steadily more eager and skillful, taking more of Harry's cock down visit by visit until finally she was able to slow, patiently throat his entire cock. Even when she had over a foot down her gullet she was never frantic or brutal on herself, always gentle and loving as she took her sweet time with his dick, worshiping it with a care and affection that she felt he deserved amid all of the chaos of his life. In the process of it, she came to become an incredibly talented cocksucker, almost addicted to the taste of Harry's cock and his cum, of which she almost never wasted a drop anymore. But not only would she handle him, she'd go for multiple rounds, having discovered happily that his cock simply would not go down no matter how many times she sucked him off, his balls never fully drained by the time she was done with him.

When she was done, she'd rest her head down on his belly, using his abs almost like a pillow as she lay there in a light sleep. She'd learned long ago how to mentally set herself to wake up, a talent she picked up so she could rise early on the weekends and spend her days reading. Now, it was used to snuggle up against Harry and get some sleep, able to come to just in time to leave with ten or so minutes to spare before anyone else in the house would arise.

Harry stayed awake through all of them, growing talented at acting like he was asleep even as Hermione lavished his cock with increasingly talented affection. He handled it all well, and grew used to falling happily asleep with Hermione's head at his stomach, never awake when she left but liking it better that way, because it meant he didn't have to see her go; the only good thing about seeing Hermione walk away from him was seeing her round ass bounce with each step, and it wasn't worth the desire to call out to her and ask her to come back. Falling asleep blissful and with his fingers still running through her hair was the best way to fall asleep by far.

But the real changes were deeper than just how much cock Hermione could take past her lips. Hermione had slipped away one afternoon, saying she needed to go grab something from the city, and came back with some clothes, which Harry thought little of until she appeared in his room that night wearing a sleek, sexy nightgown that left very little to the imagination. Or at least would have, if the sight of the gorgeous Hermione sucking his cock was ever something he could watch and enjoy. At least his ears were treated to the filthy ramblings of a girl who was absolutely smitten with him and sinking further into depravity with each visit.

"I hope you don't think I'm dirty for cumming from sucking you off," she said, proving herself dirty for other reasons as she peppered his ball sac with a flurry of kisses. "I'm a good girl, Harry. I'm just trying to love you, and to help you. You're working yourself too hard, and someone has to take care of you. That doesn't make me a naughty girl, does it?"

But even by the very next night, she was singing a different tune. "Your upper body is so strong, and those hands are so big... Mm, I wounder if you ever caught me, if you'd spank me for being a filthy little slut. Punish me for being so addicted to sneaking into your room to suck you off every night. I think I'd enjoy that, feeling you touch me and acknowledge me, making me submit to you. You'd still want me to spend all night worshiping your cock, but you'd lock eyes with me, tell me just how naughty I am, turn me into the perfect little whore for you." The words were so quiet, low and rumbling with a huskiness that made Harry's cock throb against her face as she nuzzled into it before taking him right down her throat.

"My pussy is yours if you want it, you know. All you ever have to do is ask, and I'll learn to take you all the way into my pussy just like I've taught my mouth. You can gentle with me, if you want to, or you can make me into your personal little sex toy. Tease me and turn me into your begging, cock addicted pet before you brutally fuck me senseless. Reshape my tight little pussy to fit around your huge cock forever, and make sure nobody else can ever have me." The words felt too natural for Hermione, too real. She had never been like this before, but somehow being there and servicing Harry in the dark of the night like this was awakening more vulgar sides of her, intense urges and a twisted sense of absolute glee that carried through everything she did. It wasn't something she could control, it just came out; she was becoming sluttier just by doing this.

And Harry was to blame for all of it. The little groans of approval, the way his cock throbbed as she spoke such utter filth, and the way he snuck in little touches and grabs... Even seemingly asleep, Harry had a dominant presence over Hermione, one that she was eagerly and innately coming to submit to as she revered his shaft and sought to pleasure him. It all added up to something powerful, and she was losing herself gladly to the mess of endless excitement that so brutally seized her and carried her away.

The first night back at Hogwarts was like any other night for Hermione, whose robe was drawn tight over her full, curvaceous form. The halls were empty by the time she left the fourth year girls' dorm, coming down the enchanted stairway until she was at the fourth year boys' dorm instead. Sneaking had become something she was all too good at, and was certain nobody was following her as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her and stepping forward.

Harry slept peacefully in his bed. At least, he seemed to; Harry wondered if she would be coming back again even though school had started. He had been desperate for it, having grown so used to the nightly treatments that if she hadn't, he probably would have revealed his knowledge of what she'd done this whole time, unable to give up the nightly debauchery he lay there and passively took. But he had no reason to worry as he lay there, still and feigning deep sleep as Hermione's gentle footfalls were barely audible against the carpet.

"I'm not wearing anything under my robe," Hermione confessed, letting it fall open as she climbed onto the bed. "I know you won't be able to see, but I thought you'd like to know. I don't want to risk Lavender or Parvati seeing it and asking questions, so I think from now on, I'm going to slip in here with only my robe on. I'd like to think you would appreciate that, if you could see it." The familiar motion of pulling Harry's cock out had become something she was used to. It was all like it had been before, just in a proper bed instead of a mattress on the floor; nothing too unreasonable.

But a soft, amused voice sighed from behind asked in a way that shattered everything sensible and reasonable Hermione had been braced for, "What sort of questions would we ask?"

Squeaking in panic, Hermione turned her head back, knowing the voice and knowing exactly what she had just been caught doing. Standing by the bed stood Lavender and Parvati. Hermione hadn't been nearly as stealthy as she assumed, and now her roommates were staring at her, and at Harry's half-flaccid monster of a cock.

But at the realization that they had company, Harry nearly slapped Hermione's chin with how quickly he got hard.