"Hermione? You don't happen to know anything about this, do you?" Harry asked, wondering if she had any clue if Ginny planned this.
Harry knew that his future wife was on track to be the next great socialite of Magical Britain, but this was a bit too far. He didn't mind what Ginny wanted to do, but that didn't mean he would smile and entertain people that disgusted him.
"Of course not!" Hermione denied before muttering, "I didn't expect any of this. It feels like I'm at work again."
Harry laughed at Hermione's words, glad he never had to deal with the nonsense she does. However, when the Malfoy's started making their way toward him, Harry realized he had jinxed himself.
"Never thought I'd hate coming to a Cannons game," Ron said morosely.
Harry glanced at Ron and made a note to get some season passes for the trashy team. He wanted his friend to have something that'd make him happy. It had nothing to do with the fact that Harry would be regularly bouncing his balls off Hermione's fantastic arse. Not at all.
"Potter. Granger… and Weasley."
Harry forced himself to stop thinking of fucking Hermione into a drooling mess to focus on a much more unattractive option. Draco was talking to them for some reason.
"Never thought I'd see this day," Harry commented before turning to Hermione, "Did you, Hermione? I always thought Draco would stay away when you slapped him in our third year, but he never did learn, did he."
Harry chuckled when Ron beamed at Hermione before shooting Draco a foul look. Speaking of Malfoy, Harry wondered how he got the looker next to him to marry him.
"Must we act like we're still schoolchildren?" Harry could see Draco was doing his best to keep his temper under control. That just meant whatever he was up to right now was important.
"Fine," Harry waved his hand, "What do you need?"
Draco cleared his throat before saying, "I feel that your retail stores would do well to- "
"Stop," Harry cut Draco off, "Is this about one of my businesses?"
"… Yes," Draco didn't appreciate getting interrupted but had to endure due to desperation.
"Right, you'll want to talk to my manager about that. I only deal with what she has already vetted."
"Very well," Draco thought it was strange to hand that much power over to someone, but he was glad to not talk with Harry more than needed, "Where can I find this manager?"
"You're in luck," Harry smirked, "She's right there."
Draco closed his eyes and resisted the urge to leave immediately. Harry was pointing to Hermione, someone the Malfoy had even less of a desire to deal with. Meanwhile, Ron was beyond pleased with his expression.
A few minutes later, Hermione had moved to a vacant corner of the box to listen to what Draco had to say. The looker following Draco was still standing beside him with no expression like she was a doll.
"Why're you even wasting time with this?" Ron questioned as he winced at another goal getting scored on the Cannons.
"We've got nothing else to do, do we? So why not. Might turn out to be interesting."
"It's Malfoy," Ron sneered, "He's probably trying to trick you into something."
"Probably," Harry agreed, "But do you really think he can pull a fast one on Hermione? She's had to deal with much worse being my asset manager. An increasingly penniless Malfoy is nothing."
"Yeah, I suppose… I still don't like it."
Harry snorted and shook his head. Leave it to Ron to stubbornly stick to his view, though he may be right this time. Harry glanced at Hermione talking to Draco and lost time as he traced her body with his eyes.
All he wanted to do was pull Hermione aside and make her choke on his cock until he blew a load into her stomach. Ron must have seen his intentions because Harry was broken out of his daydream by a sharp slap on his shoulder.
"Oi, that's my girlfriend you're staring at," Ron whispered with a glint in his eyes, "You were almost drooling, so watch it. You're way too obvious."
Harry shifted in his seat as he tried to rid the image of Hermione's pretty face caked in his cum.
"What are you thinking of right now?"
"Holding Hermione's face down on my cock as I make her swallow my cum." Harry wasn't sure why he answered Ron honestly, but maybe his friends' odd fetish was getting him to play along.
"Bloody hell," Ron moved his hands to cover his crotch, "That'd be brilliant."
Harry nodded as if he agreed with Ron, which he did. He wondered if he would ever get used to Ron being just as excited as he was at the thought of him fucking Hermione.
"Hey, remember our deal. I get to watch," Ron reminded Harry, something the last Potter had actually forgotten.
"Er, right," Harry didn't want to admit it, but he was warming to the idea of taking Hermione with Ron in the same room. He shifted in his seat to try and keep his arousal down.
"This is just mean-spirited at this point," Harry bluntly changed the subject, "There's no reason to score more goals on the Cannons. Even two snitches can't get them enough points for a win."
"They're cocky." Ron turned his attention to the match, "Watch. All this nonsense will let my team get back in the game!"
Harry shot Ron a glance to see if he really believed that, and of course, he did. Ron Weasley was nothing if not a delusional Chudley Cannon fan. The only reason Harry didn't try to correct him was to keep the subject off Hermione.
Harry let Ron do most of the talking as his eyes wandered to Hermione to ensure Draco wasn't trying anything. When his school nemesis seemed visibly angry, Harry was about to walk over to give Hermione some support, but Draco's wife calmed him down with a few words.
He watched with amusement as Draco huffed and stormed away before Hermione returned to her seat. Or she would have returned to her seat if Harry hadn't asked her to sit next to him. He would have to talk over Ron in her original seat, and that didn't seem ideal. Since Ginny was still busy schmoozing, Hermione might as well take her place.
"So, what was that all about? Anything interesting?"
Hermione tilted her head, thinking over what she should say. In the end, she ended up shrugging, "Not at all. Maybe in a month or so when Malfoy's even more desperate."
"I see," Harry debated asking Hermione to explain in more detail, but he decided not to. It had taken him years to finally get her to agree to not give him too many details about his business.
Hermione took her job as his asset manager seriously. She had insisted, at the start, on giving Harry line-by-line updates of things he didn't give two fucks about.
Those things he didn't care about included day-to-day routine matters to large-scale investments. If Harry didn't have someone other than Hermione taking care of it, then sure, he'd keep a closer watch. However, she was the one taking care of it.
Hermione could do whatever the hell she wanted with his money, and he was okay with it, knowing it was in safe hands. Harry just wanted to enjoy his life without having to worry about much.
"Well, that was the most interesting thing that happened so far," Harry leaned back into the chair and sighed, "Now we have to wait until the Cannons are put out of their misery."
Hermione frowned at Harry's carefree attitude about his business, but there was not much she could do to change that. Well, she is planning to teach him a lesson about handing over complete control. However, that might take a month or so to materialize.
"Say, Hermione," Harry's tone made Hermione stiffen in her seat, "What do you say about having a little fun?"
Hermione looked past Harry to see Ron, but it seemed like her boyfriend was too engrossed in the match. "Here? With everyone around? Harry, are you mental!?"
Harry admired the conflicting emotions he could see in Hermione. She was clearly excited about the idea but, at the same time, shocked that he had the gall to suggest such a thing.
"We have magic, Hermione. We should be able to pull it off."
Hermione gaped at Harry, wondering if she should go along with his insanity.
"Don't look at me like that," Harry stared at Hermione's lips, "It makes me want to pull your head down on my cock."
"Harry!" Hermione whisper-yelled, looking around to see if anyone heard him. Luckily, almost everyone was trying to talk with Ginny. Harry's well-known derision with speaking to others made most target him indirectly by clamoring for Ginny's attention.
"What?" Harry asked innocently, "You can't blame me. Who told you to be so fuckable?"
Hermione didn't know that Harry had already isolated them from the rest of the people in the box. It was unlikely anyone would be able to break the spell to see what they were doing. Of course, Harry remembered Ron's request to watch. He was included inside the isolation bubble.
Hermione stared at Harry with a red face before looking at Ron, who was apparently clueless about what was happening.
"Ronald!"
Ron flinched in his seat and turned to see Harry and Hermione staring at him. "Hermione? What're you doing over there?"
"Ron," Hermione's eyes twitched in irritation, "Did you hear what Harry wants to do?"
"… No?"
Harry helpfully stepped in to let his mate know he would get to watch earlier than expected. "You know what we shook on? It's about to happen right now."
Ron blinked, wondering if what he heard was correct. Harry had that uncharacteristically cocky smirk on his face while Hermione was looking at him nervously. Ron slowly realized that this was actually happening.
"Uh, Harry, mate, I don't want anyone to find out about this." Ron tilted his head toward the gathering of people, "There's too much risk."
"Oh, that's nothing to worry about," Harry pulled out his wand, pointing in the air before a loud bang made Ron and Hermione flinch in surprise.
"Harry! What's wrong with you!" Hermione glared at him while rubbing her ears.
"Look around. Nobody noticed."
Hermione and Ron did as Harry said and found that he was telling the truth. Nobody bothered to even make an effort to glance their way.
"So," Harry hugged Hermione over the seat divider, making her squeak in shock, "What do you say, Ron? Are you fine with me having Hermione's mouth right now?"
Ron gulped, already feeling his cock stiffening under his clothes. He didn't take much time before nodding slightly.
Harry immediately moved the hand resting on Hermione's side to cup her tit in full view of Ron. He ignored her gasp as he pinched her hard nipple.
"Look at you," Harry murmured as he kissed Hermione's cheek, "Already turned on before I did anything. Such a fucking slut."
Hermione stared at Ron as Harry continued to grope her, watching her loving boyfriend struggle to resist the urge to stroke himself. She felt a surge of affection toward him for letting her experience Harry's cock.
Ron shuddered when Hermione seemed to silently mouth 'I love you' to him before kissing the back of Harry's jaw. She never broke eye contact as she kissed her way to Harry's lips. With a wink to Ron, Hermione gave Harry's mouth a peck.
That wasn't enough for Harry. He kept one hand on her tits and used the other to grab the black of Hermione's head, bringing their lips closer as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
"… Bloody hell."
Harry and Hermione were vaguely aware of Ron's saying something as they got lost in the open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues fought against each other, swapping spit and swallowing each other's moans before Harry pulled away after a minute.
"So fucking sexy," Harry whispered as he traced Hermione's swollen lips. "Ron," Harry said without looking at the man, "I still don't understand how you could let her do this."
Hermione kissed Harry's thumb before glancing at Ron, her lips twitching when she saw his hand inside his trousers. The movement her boyfriend was making could be nothing other than masturbating.
"We should be quick. The match should finish anytime now, so try to get me to finish faster than that, Hermione."
When Harry pulled his monstrous cock out of his unzipped fly, Hermione took another glance at Ron just to be sure he was alright. She shouldn't have worried since Ron started moving his hand faster inside his trousers.
Hermione was relieved and offended at the same time. On the one hand, Ron didn't mind seeing the cock that was much larger than his wreck her, but on the other, Hermione could never get over the fact that her boyfriend was more excited to see her get fucked than fucking her himself.
Well, Hermione would show Ron what she could do.
Harry let go of her tit and moved his hand to the nape of her neck. "I hope you don't mind me using your throat, Hermione."
Hermione blinked, just realizing that Harry wouldn't be fucking her. Well, she would still show Ron what she could do with her mouth. By sucking on Harry's cock.
Harry groaned softly as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of Hermione's lips around his knob. He pointedly ignored Ron's strangled gasp, not wanting to see his mate jerking off, and rested both hands on her head.
"Such a good little cocksucker," Harry sighed as Hermione licked around his tip and swallowed to take in his precum.
Ron had a full view of what his whore of a girlfriend was doing. Hermione was kissing the tip of Harry's fat cock like it was her lover, making out with it and slurping off the precum that coated it. The worst… best part was when Hermione stared directly at Ron as she sucked on his mate's cock.
Ron shuddered in his seat as he felt his hand get covered in his ejaculate. Hermione smirked around the cock in her mouth when she saw this. With Ron settled, she could focus on Harry.
"Fuck," Harry moaned when Hermione sucked in more of his cock, his tip hitting the entrance of her throat. She gagged before she pulled back slightly to prepare herself for what she was about to do.
For a brief moment, Hermione noticed through her teary eyes that Ron had started stroking himself again. That was quickly forgotten when she shoved her face back down Harry's shaft, gagging harshly when it broke into her throat.
"Yess!" Harry hissed as he pushed his hips up to meet Hermione's descending lips. Since he had gotten to know how good she was at sucking cock, Harry had been kicking himself for depriving himself of it. He intended to have his cock hilted in Hermione's throat often in the future.
Harry was already fantasizing about sitting in his office with Hermione under the desk, milking the cum out of his balls whenever he wanted.
"Such a good slut for me," Harry stroked Hermione's hair.
Hermione had her nose buried in Harry's pubes, drooling around his massive cock while she stuck her tongue out to lick at his cum-filled balls.
"That's it, whore! Hold his cock inside your slutty throat!" Ron yelled as he started to cum again, the outline of Harry's cock in Hermione's neck pushing him over the edge.
Harry wasn't aware of his mate losing control of himself since he was far too focused on Hermione's cocksucking skills. She didn't keep his cock sheathed in her throat, as much as Harry wished she did, but what happened was equally as desired.
Hermione pushed on Harry's thighs as support to lift her head off his cock, sucking softly the whole way up until only the tip was inside her mouth. Harry's shaft glistened with the spit, which would only help make it easier for Hermione to throat herself.
GLACKH
Harry grunted when Hermione roughly fucked her own face down his shaft. He heard a wet slap when her nose slammed into the skin above his cock, her built-up spit pooling there from drooling on his meat.
GLACKH GLACKH GLUCK GLACKH
Harry moaned loudly as Hermione started throating herself without any help from him. She only pulled half his cock out of her throat before slamming it back in, but that was more than enough to get Harry's balls churning. The sting of Hermione's chin bouncing off his balls only encouraged more cum to be produced in preparation for feeding her.
Hermione sheathed Harry's cock in her throat for the umpteenth time. She had no intention of stopping until he blew his load directly into her stomach, but Harry apparently had different ideas.
He sighted his hold on the back of Hermione's head and forced her to stay in place, keeping his pulsing cock hilted inside her throat.
"Fuck me," Harry groaned as he shifted his hips to try and get his cock even deeper past Hermione's stretched lips. He looked down at her brunette hair, still amazed by the current situation. Of how Ron sat right next to him as Harry throat-fucked his girlfriend.
Harry decided to look at Ron for the first time since Hermione started sucking his dick. He wasn't sure what he would see, but it certainly wasn't Ron bending slightly to stare at Hermione's face while furiously jerking his manhood inside his trousers.
Harry wasn't aware of it at the time, but that was the moment when he truly bought into what Ron was saying.
"Does she do this for you, mate?" Harry pushed on Hermione's head, making spit spurt past her sealed lips and coat his heavy balls, "Does Hermione let you treat her throat as your fucktoy?"
"No!" Ron gasped as he tugged on his sore cock.
"Shame," Harry said before pulling Hermione's hair to lift her head.
GLACKH
Harry slammed his cock back inside. He cursed softly before saying, "I have to thank you, Ron. You're a true friend for letting me have Hermione whenever I want."
Harry lifted Hermione's head again, this time keeping half of his cock in her mouth. Instead of pushing her face down like usual, Harry decided that he would end this session by fucking Hermione's throat like it deserved.
GLACKH
Harry pounded his hips up, his balls slamming into Hermione's chin as he fucked himself deep into her throat.
GLACKH GLACKH GLACKH
"FUCK YES!" Ron yelled, "FUCK HER FACE!"
With Ron acting like a cheerleader, and Hermione actively swallowing around his thrusting cock, Harry pounded into her mouth like it was a pussy. His cock was dripping in the spit dug out of Hermione's throat, his balls bouncing off her chin, and her small nose bright red from getting repeatedly slammed into his pubes.
Harry kept up this pace of fucking Hermione's throat for what felt like five minutes when sheathing his cock with a last titanic slam. Hermione gagged when Harry circled his cock while fully throated, making her esophagus bulge even more than it already was. That didn't stop her from trying to milk the cum out of his balls by swallowing continuously.
It worked.
Harry moaned and pushed Hermione's head down, trying to cram every last millimeter of cock past her stretched lips. She again brought out her tongue to lick at his soaked balls to coax the cum to leave its factory.
"I'm cumming!" Harry's hips shifted up with every shot of cum Hermione was fed. She gulped load after load of Harry's seed, desperately trying to swallow every drop of delicious baby batter dumped into her. Hermione worked hard to get her reward, and she had no intention of wasting it.
As for Ron, he was once again finding himself firing a dry orgasm. This was the fourth time he had cum, and nothing was left in his balls to stain his trousers. That didn't stop him frantically stroking his cock as he stared at Hermione's neck, seeing it working hard to gulp down the cum his mate was feeding her.
"That was exactly what I needed," Harry sighed as he let go of Hermione's head, finally done filling her stomach with his cum.
Hermione didn't immediately pull his cock out of her throat. She slowly sucked her way off, ensuring that any traces of stray cum were in her mouth and not on the shaft.
Hermione let Harry's dick out with a loud pop before she gave his tip an open-mouthed kiss.
"Careful, love," Harry said as his cock reacted slightly, "You might need to get me off one more time if you do that."
"I'm sure the whore will be happy to do that." A new voice interrupted.
Harry and Hermione looked up to see Ginny glaring at them.
"Really?" Ginny sneered at her pathetic brother before staring at her future husband, "You couldn't wait to get home before taking Hermione?"
"Not really. I wanted to get my cock sucked, and I had a cocksucker next to me," Harry shrugged.
"Of course you did," Ginny rolled her eyes, "Get yourself cleaned up. We'll be leaving soon."
Harry casually tucked himself back inside his trousers while Hermione pulled out a pocket mirror to clean up her freshly-fucked face.