Harry watched an empty Platform 9¾, he came as early as he could to get away from the Dursleys.
Now he silently looked out of the window at what would soon be a crowded platform full of beautiful witches he would love to dick down.
*Knock* *Knock*
The sound brought him out of his daydream. He turned and was momentarily stunned as he stared at a smiling Hermione, the images of her biting down on her hand to suppress her moans as she blushed uncontrollably overlapped with her now.
He couldn't help but ogle her outfit. A crop top that left her flat stomach exposed and a skirt that hugged her wide hips. Underneath was a triangular shaped gap that was encompassed by her thick thighs.
Harry hid his boner with a quick transfiguration, hiding his otherwise easily noticeable bulge.
"Hi, Hermione. It's good to see you again." He said as he felt his face heating up, but he couldn't stop his eyes checking out her body. He had never seen her without her robes and now he was certain that he hadn't imagined anything one bit.
Hermione was about to greet him back, when she noticed where his eyes were moving. But she disregarded that thought just as quickly. 'Is he…? No, it can't be.'
"Hello Harry." She stepped into the compartment and closed the door behind her, brushing a loose curl from her cheek.
Harry tried to focus on her eyes, but his gaze dipped again.
She hesitated for a moment, fearing that he found her disgusting now that he had seen her in these indecent clothes. She didn't think that anyone would come here this early "You… you got here early." She stumbled over her words.
"Yeah," Harry replied quickly, shifting in his seat to better hide the transfiguration. "Wanted to avoid the crowd. And the Dursleys."
Hermione stared at the floor uncertain what to say or do now, too afraid of what one of her only friends thought of her. Harry kept shifting in his seat, his eyes still glued to her body.
Hermione's fingers tightened slightly on the strap of her luggage as silence stretched between them.
"You really… look good," Harry said, instantly regretting how it came out. His hands slamming his mouth closed.
Her eyes flicked up to his, wide with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.
Harry coughed and ran a hand through his hair, pretending to look out the window again. "I just meant… you look different. More confident. In a good way."
Hermione's brows lifted, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment, even more so by the sincerity in his voice. She felt her heart skip. The curse had made her hyper-aware of how she was perceived, and the last thing she expected from Harry, a man, was… gentleness. The normal reaction to how she was dressed should have been berating, a stern talk about how she was a shame as a witch, what she was thinking walking around in these clothes.
Hermione shifted her weight from one foot to the other, still clutching her bag as though it might anchor her in the moment. Her cheeks flushed, not from shame, but from something she didn't have a name for. Not yet.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "You… you look different too."
Harry turned back to her at that, blinking. "Really?"
She nodded, eyes lingering on him a moment too long. "Like something… clicked over the summer."
Harry wasn't sure how to respond to that. He thought he'd hidden it well, but maybe… maybe not.
Hermione slowly stepped forward, setting her bag down in the rack above him next to his. The movement stretched her torso slightly, revealing even more skin, and Harry's eyes betrayed him again. He focused especially on her huge ass, which the skirt failed to cover fully. Her scent, faint lavender and parchment, hit him like a wave and his body betrayed his control. She was so close. His left hand slowly made its way towards her belly.
A shock jolted through both their bodies the moment he made contact with her milky white skin. Her face, hidden from Harry by her arms, turned a crimson red. He continued circling her stomach with his full hand now, too preoccupied to notice her reaction. His other hand made its way over, landing on her plump behind, where he sunk into her asscheek.
"Hngg~"
Hermione gasped.
Harry stopped abruptly. His eyes widened like a deer in headlights. 'What am I doing'
Hermione shifted slightly so she could glimpse at him and whispered almost too quietly, "Please."
Harry's heart raced as he stared at Hermione, his hands still lingering on her curves. Hermione's whispered plea sent a shiver down his spine.
He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. His still innocent heart speaking. "Hermione, I...I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Despite his words, his hands remained firmly planted on her body, as if magnetized to her soft flesh.
Hermione's breath hitched as Harry's fingers dug into her ass. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She leaned into his touch, her own hands searching for his shoulders.
"It's okay," she murmured, her voice husky. "I want this. I need this."
Harry's resolve crumbled at Hermione's words, his needs overwhelming his inhibitions. He pulled her flush against him, his lips crashing onto hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her leg automatically moved over his so that she fully sat in his lap. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass and sliding up her sides. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw and down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
Hermione gasped and arched into him, her own hands tugging at his shirt. "Harry," she panted, "please. I need you."
His concentration finally broke and his dick transformed back into its original size. She suddenly felt something hard and warm under her.
She ground her hips against his faster, feeling his hard length pressing against her core. Her body aching for release. Harry growled, his control snapping. He spun them around and pushed her with her back against the train compartment wall. His hands slid up Hermione's thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist. He groaned when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. His fingers found her wet folds, slipping easily through her arousal. Hermione gasped and bucked against his hand, her head falling back onto the headrest.
"Harry, yes," she moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. Harry let instinct control his actions. He circled her clit, applying pressure until she was writhing against him. His other hand reached up to tug at her crop top, before ripping it off, exposing her flat chest, no bra either. He rolled her nipple between his fingers as he continued to pleasure her. Hermione's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached the edge.
"I'm going to... Harry, I'm going to come!" She cried out, her nails digging into his arms. With a final thrust of his fingers, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy.
Harry in a moment of clarity reached for his want, closed the blinds, locked the door and silenced the compartment. Luckily, they came this early, otherwise someone would have seen what was going on in here.
Harry refocused on the bottom-heavy beauty still riding out the waves of her orgasm in front of him. His dick got even harder. He needed to be inside her, to claim her as his own. Without hesitation, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down, freeing his aching erection.
Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Harry," she breathed, reaching for him.
He stepped closer, his tip brushing against her still-sensitive folds. Hermione shuddered, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. Harry gripped her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, a groan tearing from his throat at the exquisite feeling of her tight heat enveloping him.
"Aaah!" Hermione cried out as Harry filled her, her back arching off the wall. "Oh god, Harry! You're so big!"
She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size. Harry groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, burying himself even deeper.
"Fuck, Hermione. You're so tight," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the compartment, mingling with their moans and gasps.
"Yes, Harry! Harder!" Hermione urged, her legs tightening around him.
Harry obliged, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. The compartment shook with the force of their lovemaking, the windows rattling in their frames.
"I'm going to come again," Hermione panted, her walls tightening around Harry's cock.
He redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own climax approached. "Come for me, Hermione," he growled, his hand snaking between their bodies to rub her clit.
"Harry! I'm coming!" Hermione screamed, her body convulsing around him. She felt his hot cum filling her insides, deepening her orgasm to levels she didn't think possible. Her eyes unfocused, tongue stretched out as the last thought she had went blank.
They collapsed against each other, panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Harry rested his forehead against Hermione's, his eyes closed as he caught his breath. "That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
"Mmm," Hermione agreed, a satisfied smile on her face. She kissed him softly, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She just couldn't get enough of him and if the dick hardening inside her was any indication Harry wasn't done either.
His hands roamed her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. Down to her massive ass. All her development seemed to have gone to here. The way his fingers just disappeared in her soft cheeks was addicting.
An idea struck him, fuelled by his insatiable hunger. He broke the kiss and spun Hermione around, pressing her chest against the wall. She gasped, her hands stemming against the seat.
"Harry?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her voice was laced with surprise and anticipation. Harry didn't answer, his hands and eyes glued to the soft flesh he was playing with. He stretched her ass apart, her small little asshole finally showing, as well as her red little pussy.
His eyes darkened with lust as he watched his own cum slowly flow out of her and trickle-down Hermione's thighs. The sight was incredibly hot, and he felt his desire reignite.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back as he whispered in her ear, "Look at you, all messy with my cum. It's a good look for you."
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Hermione gasped, her face flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
"Harry, please," she begged, pushing her hips back against him. "Inside… I need you inside me again."
This time he retained a bit of his sanity, as his dick twitched at her wet entrance. Instead of ramming into her again, he slowly moved his hips forward and back, rubbing his member against her entrance without actually entering. Hermione tried to impale herself every time she felt his tip when he moved back.
"Nnnh..." She whimpered as he missed her entrance once again.
Harry smirked, enjoying the power he held over her. He continued his slow, teasing motions, relishing in her desperate whimpers and the way her body trembled every time.
"Is this what you want, Hermione?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. "You want me to fuck you again?"
Hermione could only nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Harry's slow torture was driving her mad. "Beg for it," he ordered, his hand coming down to spank her ass sharply.
Hermione yelped, her hips jerking forward. "Please, Harry!" she cried out. "I need your cock inside me. Fuck me, please!"
Satisfied with her plea, Harry gripped her hips and slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Hermione screamed, her fingers curling into the wall as she came immediately. Harry didn't stop though, he began to pound into her mercilessly.
He set a brutal pace as he watched the way her ass jiggled with each thrust. Hermione's screams turned into incoherent babbling as he relentlessly drove into her. Her body convulsed with each orgasm, her mind overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes glazed over and unfocused.
"Harry...Harry... oh god... yes... more..." she mumbled, her words slurring together. Her knees buckled, but Harry held her up, his grip on her hips bruising. He leaned over her, as he growled in her ear, "That's it, take it all. You're mine now, Hermione. My little slut."
Hermione could only whimper in response, her body completely at his mercy. She came again, her vision tunnelling as the world faded away, leaving only the sensation of Harry's cock pounding into her and the overwhelming pleasure consuming her entire being.
He felt his own climax building, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He gripped Hermione's bushy hair, yanking her head back as he slammed into her. Her body was limp, completely spent and overwhelmed by the relentless orgasms.
With a final, brutal thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside her and came, his hot seed filling her already overflowing pussy. His hips jerked in a spasm as he emptied himself, groaning loudly.
As he pulled out, a flood of their combined juices poured out of Hermione, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor below.
Hermione slumped forward, barely hanging on with her hands grabbing the seats, still orgasming. Harry stood back, admiring the wreckage he had made of her. His cock was still hard, coated in their mixed fluids.
Harry sighed, his gaze on Hermione's smoking hot body. As much as he wanted to feel her warm little mouth wrapped around his still-hard cock to clean the mess they made, he knew she was completely spent. He couldn't bring himself to, not after the intense pleasure he had subjected her to.
With a final glance at the mess, Harry cleaned himself up and tucked his still-erect member back into his trousers. He adjusted his pants, ensuring everything was in order and transfigured his dick smaller again. He didn't know why, but something compelled him to get out a camera from his luggage and make a photo of Hermione's messy state.
T he door to their compartment was still locked so he didn't have to worry about someone going to walk into them. He slumped onto the bench beside Hermione, his body finally giving in to exhaustion. The adrenaline that had fuelled him during their intense encounter drained away, leaving him drained and for the first time a bit sated. He glanced over at Hermione, taking in her expression of pure ecstasy. She had orgasmed into unconsciousness. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. He felt a warmth in his chest, a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in a long time.
He waved his wand, and the silencing charm extinguished.
Harry's eyes widened as the sounds of the crowded platform finally reached their compartment. He glanced at the clock, realizing they had been locked away for much longer than he thought. The train was due to depart soon.
He gently shook Hermione's shoulder, trying to rouse her from her exhausted slumber.
"Hermione," he murmured urgently, "we need to get dressed. The train's about to leave." Hermione stirred slowly, her eyelids fluttering open.
She blinked up at Harry, confusion etched on her face for a moment before reality came crashing back. She sat up abruptly, her hands flying to her chest and crotch desperately hiding her most vulnerable parts, fear now dominated her expression.
"Harry… I'm not what you think I am." Years of being ashamed of her own sex drive made her panic. She thought Harry would be disgusted by what she had shown him just now. It was something that didn't have any place in the wizarding world.
Harry stared at Hermione, taken aback by her sudden panic. He had expected her to be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, but the sheer terror in her eyes caught him off guard.
"Hermione, it's okay," he said softly, reaching out to her. "You don't have to be ashamed of what happened."
But Hermione recoiled from his touch, her eyes welling up with tears. She turned away from him and hugged her legs close to her chest.
Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself. He reached out and gently pulled Hermione's chin towards him, forcing her to look at him. "Hermione, listen to me," he said firmly, his gaze locked with hers. "I liked it. I liked everything about it. The way you responded to me, the way you begged for more... it was incredible."
He paused, searching for the right words. "I'm not disgusted by you. I'm not ashamed of what we did. If anything, it made me want you more." He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. "I'm a pervert too, Hermione. Maybe even more than you. I loved every second of it. And I want to do it again."
With that, he closed the distance between them and kissed her deeply, pouring all his feelings and affection into the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, he said, "I've been thinking about you all summer. About your smoking hot body and what I would do to you."
Hermione stared at Harry, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. For a long moment, she was silent, her mind racing to process his words. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face, a genuine, unbridled smile that lit up her entire being. "Harry," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion, "I thought you would hate me. I thought you would think I was a monster."
"I've been thinking about you too," she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink."All summer, I couldn't stop imagining... us." She bit her lip, suddenly shy. "Do you really mean it, Harry? About wanting to do it again?"
Harry nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. "More than anything," he growled, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him. "I want to explore every inch of you, Hermione. I want to make you scream my name until you're hoarse. "He captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands roaming her body possessively.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, her body responding eagerly to Harry's touch. But as his hands grew more demanding, she began to feel a sense of panic rising in her chest. She broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Harry, wait," she gasped, placing a hand on his chest. "I... I don't think I can handle another round right now. I'm still sore from before."
She looked at him apologetically, her eyes filled with regret. "I want to, believe me. But my body needs a break."
Harry's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he nodded, understanding. "Okay," he said, his voice husky. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you."
Hermione bit her lip, an idea forming. "But... there's something else I want to try," she said shyly. "If you'll let me."
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?"
Hermione took a deep breath, steeling herself. "I want to...to give you a blowjob," she blurted out, her face flushed.
Harry's eyes widened, a surge of desire coursing through him at Hermione's words. "Really?" he breathed, his voice thick with anticipation. Hermione nodded, biting her lip nervously.
"I've never done it before," she admitted. "But I want to make you feel good."
Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Fuck, Hermione," he muttered, his mind already imagining the sensation of her mouth on him. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable."
But Hermione was already shifting off his lap, kneeling between his legs. She looked up at him, her eyes uncertain but determined. "I want to," she insisted.
Harry couldn't say no to that and with a flick of his wand his pants alongside his underwear vanished, leaving his rather small dick in the open.
Hermione stared at his exposed member, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. She had never seen a real penis up close before, let alone one that she was about to put in her mouth. However, she thought it looked rather small, nothing like the absolute unit that had ravished her insides until she was unconscious. Taking a deep breath, she reached out tentatively and wrapped her hand around it, feeling the soft skin and the hardness beneath.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath at her touch, his hips jerking slightly, his transfiguration slipping. Unprepared, his original sized cock left her grasp and menacingly stood above her head. Hermione's eyes crossed as she stared at it, her mouth falling open in surprise. She wasn't for long, her expression morphing into a lustful smile. She stood up slightly, letting his cock rest on her face as she licked her lips seductively.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the tip all the way down to his base. Her delicate small hands reaching up to slowly stroke him.
"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, his head falling back against the seat. "That feels incredible."
Emboldened by his reaction, Hermione leaned back, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh. She parted her lips and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Harry's hands flew to her hair, gripping the strands tightly as he fought the urge to thrust forward.
"More," he pleaded, his voice strained. "Deeper." Hermione obliged, slowly sliding her mouth down his shaft.
Her eyes watered as Harry's thick cock soon hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her throat convulsing around him, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she dug her nails into his thighs, holding herself in place as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Tears streamed down her face, smearing her makeup, but she was determined to take him deeper.
Harry's grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily as he felt her throat constrict around him. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, closing his eyes in pleasure. "Just like that. Choke on my cock."
Hermione's muffled moans vibrated around his length, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He looked down, watching as her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her makeup running down her face.
Harry's thrusts grew more forceful, his hips snapping forward as he fucked Hermione's face. Tears and saliva dripped down her chin, her mascara running in black streaks across her cheeks. She looked utterly debauched, a mess of makeup and drool, and it was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen.
Unwittingly his camera started hovering towards him, his magic working on its own. His eyes widened as he noticed it. "Brilliant." he exclaimed as he took it in his left hand. With his right he grasped a handful of hair, forcing Hermione to take him in deeper. "Say cheese"
She clasped around his dick harder as the camera clicked.
"You look so pretty like this," he panted, his voice thick with arousal. "Like a little slut choking on my dick."
Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, a muffled whimper escaping her as his words washed over her. She loved being like this, loved being reduced to what she really was. Being seen as the slut she was without judgment. Her hands slid up to his balls, gently massaging them as she struggled to take him deeper.
Harry's thrusts became stronger, his breathing ragged as he felt his orgasm approaching. He gripped Hermione's hair tightly, holding her in place as he slammed his cock into her throat. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut." Swallow it all, Hermione. Don't you dare spill a drop."
Hermione's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding through her. She had never swallowed cum before, but the thought of Harry filling her mouth with his seed sent a thrill down her spine.
She nodded as best she could with his cock lodged in her throat, her throat muscles tightening around him in anticipation. Harry let out a guttural roar as he reached his peak, his hips jerking forward as he emptied himself into Hermione.
She gagged and choked as Harry's cum flooded her mouth, the sheer volume of it overwhelming her senses. She struggled to swallow it all, her throat working overtime to keep up with the flow. Some of it spilled out the sides of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. But she did her best to obey Harry's command, swallowing as much of his load as she could.
When Harry finally pulled out, Hermione gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as she tried to catch her breath. Strings of saliva and cum connected her lips to his now flaccid cock.
She looked up at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes. "Did I do good?" she asked hoarsely, wiping at her messy face with the back of her hand.
Harry smiled down at her, his chest heaving as he recovered from his intense orgasm. "You were perfect," he praised, reaching down to cup her cheek gently. His thumb brushed over her swollen lips. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He didn't care that she tasted like him, that her face was a mess of tears and makeup. He loved this version of her far too much.
*Knock* *Knock*
Harry and Hermione froze at the sudden knocking, their hearts racing. They quickly pulled apart, their eyes wide with panic. Hermione scrambled to her feet, frantically wiping at her face with her arm. Harry hastily opened their luggages and floated both their robes out. "Who is it?" Harry called out, trying to keep his voice steady as he got dressed quickly. "It's Ron," came the reply from the other side of the door. Harry waved his wand cleaning up the room, vanishing any liquids, while Hermione fixed her make up hastily.
Harry took a deep breath, composing himself before opening the door. Ron stood on the other side, looking relieved to see his friends. "Ron!" Harry exclaimed, forcing a smile. "What a surprise! Come on in." He stepped aside, allowing Ron to enter.
Ron's nose wrinkled slightly as he took at their appearances. Hermione's hair was messy, her cheeks still had some smeared makeup, and her robes were slightly askew. Harry's robes were wrinkled, and a sheen of sweat was on his forehead. Ron cleared his throat, "How many times have I told you guys to dress properly, there is a certain decorum we adhere to in the wizarding world." He sighed, "At least you are wearing your robes."
He stored his luggage above the opposite bench and sat down. He found it strange that his friends just stared at him, "do I have something on my face?"
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, their faces flushing with embarrassment. They knew they looked a mess, but it seemed like Ron was none the wiser. Harry cleared his throat, trying to deflect the attention away from their appearance. "So, Ron," he began, forcing a grin. "How was your summer? Did anything interesting happen?" He plopped down on the same spot Hermione had just sucked him off, hoping to steer the conversations away. The young witch, meanwhile, busied herself with straightening her robes and smoothing down her hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
Luckily, Ron was easily distracted. He shrugged, his attention already drifting away from his friends' odd behaviour. "Yeah, everything's fine," he muttered, pulling out a copy of The Quibbler from his bag. He flipped open the magazine, his eyes scanning the headlines without really taking them in. "So, did you hear about that new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? My mum wouldn't shut up about him."