Gilderoy Lockhart stood at the front of the classroom, his blond hair perfectly styled and his white teeth gleaming as he flashed a charming smile at the students. The girls swooned and blushing at his every word.
Hermione, however, rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the famous author's charms. As Lockhart droned on about his "heroic" adventures, Hermione's mind wandered to Harry, compared to him the professor was lacking. Lockhart gave off a charming persona with nothing behind it, her Harry in comparison was a wolf in sheep's clothing. The way his eyes undressed her always makes her stomach flutter.
As Lockhart's voice droned on, Hermione's thoughts drifted further away from the classroom. She imagined Harry standing in the professor's place, his messy hair falling into his eyes as he spoke with passion and intelligence about defensive spells.
Unlike Lockhart's empty boasts, Harry's words would be filled with genuine knowledge and experience. Hermione felt a flutter in her stomach as she pictured Harry's intense green eyes scanning the classroom, locking onto hers.
She imagined him calling on her, praising her for her clever insights. The fantasy made her heart race and a warmth spread through her core.
Hermione's imagination ran wild as she envisioned Harry taking control of the classroom. His deep, commanding voice filled the room as he asked a question, his piercing gaze searching for the perfect student to call upon.
When his eyes landed on Hermione, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. "Miss Granger," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "I believe you have the answer. Enlighten us, please."
Hermione stood up, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the answer, of course, but the way Harry looked at her, with such admiration and desire, made her feel like the only girl in the room.
"The best defense against a Curse," Hermione repeated, because of the fluttering in her stomach. "The best defense against a curse is to recognize it quickly and disarm it with a counter-spell. Protego is a basic, but effective charm for deflecting most hexes."
Harry's lips curved into a smile, his eyes never leaving hers. "Excellent, Miss Granger. Your knowledge never ceases to impress me." He paused, letting his gaze linger on her for a moment longer than necessary. "Perhaps you'd like to demonstrate the spell for the class?"
Hermione felt a rush of excitement at the suggestion. She stepped forward, her heart racing as she raised her wand. "Protego!" she exclaimed, casting the charm with perfect form. A shimmering shield appeared in front of her, deflecting an imaginary curse with ease. The class applauded, but Hermione barely noticed.
Her focus was solely on Harry, who was watching her with a mixture of pride and something darker, more intense. As the applause died down, he stepped closer to her. "Well done, Miss Granger. You're a natural." His hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity up her arm. "Perhaps we could discuss your...talents further. In private."
Hermione's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing. She glanced around the classroom, suddenly aware of the other students watching them with curious eyes. "I-I'm not sure that's appropriate, Professor," she stammered, but even to her own ears, she sounded uncertain. Harry's smile widened, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "Nonsense," he murmured. "It's important for a student to have one-on-one guidance from their teacher."
Hermione's heart raced as his thumb continued, his touch sending shivers up her arm. She knew she should pull away, should put an end to this inappropriate flirtation, but she found herself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his gaze. "I suppose...if you think it's necessary," she said.
Harry's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with triumph."Excellent," he said. "My office, after your last class. Don't be late."
With that, he turned and strode back to the front of the classroom, leaving Hermione standing there, her heart pounding and her mind reeling.
Her knees felt weak as she sat back down. Harry continued his lecture, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
The class seemed to drag on for longer than she wanted, every moment torture, keeping her from whatever Harry had in store for her.
As the final bell rang, Hermione gathered her things quickly, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation. She made her way through the castle to Harry's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She knocked on the door, her knuckles tapping against the wood with nervous energy.
"Come in," Harry called from inside, his voice low and commanding. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room.
Harry was sitting behind his desk in a muggle suit, his green eyes fixed on her as she entered. "Close the door," he instructed, his gaze never leaving hers. Hermione complied, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
"Lock it," Harry added, his voice firm. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she turned the lock, sealing them inside the office. She turned back to face Harry, her cheeks flushed and her breathing shallow.
Harry leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over Hermione's body appreciatively.
"Come here," he said. Hermione obeyed, her legs carrying her forward until she stood in front of his desk. Harry stood up, circling around to stand beside her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
"You were magnificent in class today," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "The way you answered my question, the way you cast that spell...it was incredibly arousing."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her skin tingling where Harry's fingers touched."I-I was just doing my best," she stammered.
Harry's hand slid down to her neck, his thumb tracing the veins beneath her jaw. "Your best is extraordinary," he said, followed by whispering into her ear. "And I want to reward you for it."
Harry's other hand reached for the top of her robe. A finger landing between her collarbones. His finger agonizingly slowly traced her body from her chest down to her abdomen, where he against her wishes lifted his finger.
The disappointment didn't last long as her robe split in two along the line he had just followed. Hermione gasped as her robes fell open, revealing the thin, white lingerie beneath. Harry's eyes flashed with dominance as he took in Hermione's exposed body.
"On your knees," he demanded. Hermione didn't hesitated for a moment, the desire to please him outweighed everything.
She sank to her knees, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. "That's a good girl," Harry praised, her panties rapidly dripping with her juices. "Now, unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock. I want to feel your mouth."
Hermione's hands shook slightly as she reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the muggle clothes. But she managed to undo it, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper.
Harry's massive cock greeted her with a crisp slap, as it landed on her face. She stayed still, hesitating.
"What are you waiting for? Do I need to repeat myself?" Hermione gulped, her heart racing at Harry's commanding tone. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, feeling it pulse against her palm. Slowly, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.
"Suck it," he ordered. "Take it all the way until nothing is left."
Hermione opened her mouth wide, relaxing her jaw as she took him in. His length slid over her tongue, filling her mouth completely. She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, tears springing to her eyes. But that wouldn't stop her, with one strong push it slid down, comfortably nestled in her throat.
"Good girl." was all it took for her to push with all her might, fully engulfing his dick. A small puddle formed on the floor form her dripping pussy. Her nose squashing against the base of his cock. She fully took in his manly scent.
Harry tangled his fingers in her hair, gripping tightly as he slowly guided her head up and down his shaft. "Ms Granger, your mouth feels incredible," he praised, his hips thrusting forward to meet her movements.
Hermione's eyes watered as Harry's thick length filled her throat over and over again, but she didn't oppose him. She wanted to please him, to show him how much of a good girl she was. Her tongue swirled around his cock as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
"That's it, take it all," Harry growled, his grip on her hair tightening. He held her in place as he thrust into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. Hermione gagged and choked, saliva dripping down her chin, but she didn't stop, afraid she might disappoint him.
Harry's eyes shut in pleasure as her throat constricted around his cock. "Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, his hips moving faster. "I'm going to come down your throat, and you're going to swallow every last drop, understand?"
Hermione nodded as best she could with her mouth full, her eyes watering and her throat burning. She desperately wanted to please him, to taste him, to be his good little slutty student.
Harry's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he slammed into her throat one last time. Her face fully pressed against his abdomen.
"Fuck!" he shouted, his cock pulsing as he came.
Hermione felt his hot seed shoot directly down her throat. She swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop. As Harry's orgasm subsided, he released his grip on her hair, letting her pull back.
Hermione gasped for air, her throat sore and her eyes watering. But she felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing she had exceeded Harry's expectations. As proof she looked up at him, and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, showcasing how she had swallowed everything like he had demanded.
Harry looked down at Hermione with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "You're an excellent student, Miss Granger. But I'm not done with you yet."
Hermione's heart raced at his words, her pussy throbbing with need. "What else do you want me to do, Professor?"
Harry smirked, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Strip," he ordered. "I want to see all of you."
Hermione stood up, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the waistband of her panties. She slowly slid them down her legs, they stuck to her folds a bit with how drenched they were. She reached back and unhooked her top, brushed the straps over her shoulders and let it slid off her flat chest.
She stood completely naked, her body flushed and trembling with desire.
Harry's gaze raked over her, taking in every curve and dip.
"Turn around," he commanded. Hermione obeyed, spinning slowly to give him a full view of her body. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her round ass and the glistening folds of her pussy.
"Bend over the desk," he said, his voice leaving no room for negotiations. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk and spreading her legs slightly.
Harry's hands slid up Hermione's back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She arched her back into his touch, only to be harshly pushed back down. "You are only allowed to move when I say so."
His other hand cracked down on Hermione's ass, the sound echoing through the office. She gasped, her body jerking forward from the sudden impact. "Yes, Professor," she whimpered, trying to stay still as Harry's hand caressed the reddening skin.
His fingers trailed down, slipping between her legs to brush against her soaking wet folds. Hermione bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips twitching forward involuntarily. Harry's hand cracked down again, harder this time. "I said don't move."
Hermione froze, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.
"Since you don't seem to be listening, how about this." Harry used the sticking charm to make sure she wouldn't be able to move, even if she wanted to. His hand returned to her pussy, teasing her entrance without entering.
Harry's fingers moved down to circle her clit, applying gentle pressure. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand despite the sticking charm."Please," she begged, her voice shaking."Please, Harry, I need you."
*Smack*
Harry's hand smacked her ass for a third time, he stated in a dark tone, "It is professor to you."
Hermione cried out, tears springing to her eyes from the sting. Her pussy juices flowing down her thighs in a stream. "Yes professor. I am sorry."
"You're mine, Ms Granger," his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. "Your body belongs to me. I can do whatever I want with it."
Harry pressed the tip of his dick against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness. Then, with a brutal thrust, he slammed into her, burying himself all the way to his abdomen. His thick length stretching Hermione's tight pussy, deforming it so that it would perfectly fit him.
She screamed, her nails digging into the wooden desk as he filled her completely. "Fuck, you're so tight," he moaned, his fingers sinking into her hips hard enough to bruise. He began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, Harry continued this sensual albeit slow pace, making sure she felt every single part of his dick.
"Professor!" Hermione yelled, her body unable to withstand the immense pleasure. Tears streamed down her face, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock, betraying her enjoyment. Harry leaned over her, his arm pressing against her back, forcing her harder against the desk, as he whispered in her ear. "Take it, Miny. Take my cock like the good little slut you are."
A violent scream tore itself from her throat as she came violently and everything turned black.
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Hermione gasped, her eyes flying open as she was jolted out of her fantasies. She blinked rapidly, trying to orient herself as the intense sensations faded. Her heart raced, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. She looked around the classroom, realizing she was still sitting at her desk, surrounded by empty seats. No one was around, no one could have noticed her little... adventure. No one except one hungry looking student.
Harry had watched everything, from how Hermione seemed to be unfocused in a class of all places to how her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Luckily, he was fast enough and managed to cast a silencing charm on her before she started moaning, followed by a strong confundus, he had originally learned that magic to beat his meat in peace. Who could have thought it would come clutch in such a situation.
Unfortunately for Harry, Hermione's reactions were far more seducing than anything professor Lockhart could ever teach. He was fully enthralled in her to the point that he pitched a tent under the desk, his cock throbbing with every moan. He didn't even notice that Lockhart already finished his class and the other students were packing up. Ron nudged his shoulder and wanted to go with him, but Harry shrugged him off quickly, making up an excuse that he needed to speak with Lockhart. He waited impatiently for the classroom to empty, his eyes never leaving Hermione, before approaching her desk.
He had been waiting next to her as she jolted awake. She looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed and her eyes shining with a mix of confusion and arousal. Harry couldn't resist any longer, he leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Hermione melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. She wasn't all there, affected by the after-effects of her orgasm. Harry broke the kiss, panting slightly. "Come with me," he said urgently, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door. Hermione didn't resist, couldn't as she was on cloud nine, allowing him to lead her out of the classroom and down the hallway.
They didn't stop until they reached the women's bathroom, Harry used the two spells that had become his new favourites and dragged Hermione inside a stall. Without hesitation, he pushed her against the wall, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss, their hands roaming each other's bodies.
The innocent person in the stall one over didn't dare move a muscle.
Neither Harry nor Hermione took long to release the other from their robes. Harry's hands gripped her hips, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the wall, his hard length smoothly entered her. It had become a habit of them not to wear underwear.
Hermione moaned as he filled her up.
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper inside her. Harry grunted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he thrust into her. The tight, wet folds of Hermione were driving him wild. He broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to move inside her. "Fuck, Miny," he panted against her skin. "You feel so good. So tight and wet."
Hermione gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Harry sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. "Harry," she breathed into his ear. "Harder. Please."
Harry obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful.
Hermione's back slammed against the cold tiled wall with each powerful thrust, making her try to get even closer to Harry and his heat. His cock reaching even deeper inside her as the sound of their bodies colliding filled the lavatory.
"Yes, Harry, yes!" she tried to muffle her cries by biting his shoulder. Harry hissed at the sensation giving her a particularly forceful thrust.
Hermione could feel the familiar warmth building in her core, her inner walls tightening around Harry's throbbing erection. "I'm close," she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Don't stop, Harry. Please don't stop."
Harry growled, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Come for me, Miny," he ordered. "Come all over my cock." He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. That was all it took to send Hermione over the edge, her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around Harry like a vice.
Feeling Hermione's climax, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and came, his hot seed filling her up.
"Hnng~"
Hermione mourned the feeling of being stuffed as Harry pulled out of her. Though she wouldn't for long as Harry lifted her up and turned her around. With a quick flick of his wrist brought his wand to his hand and sensually whispered in her ear, "Wingardium Leviosa."
"Ahh!" A short yell escaped her lips as the unfamiliar feeling of her ass floating up hit her. Her upper body slumped forward, unaffected by the magic. She stemmed her hands against the bathroom wall finding support.
Harry devoured the spectacle in front of him. The way she was bent over was almost too much for Harry. He panted and breathed heavy as he took a moment to fully take in the heavenly view in front of him.
He lasted a full two second, before his lust overtook and rammed his aching rock-hard dick back inside her scorching hole. His hands roughly kneading her soft cheeks, spreading them apart to get an even better view of her folds gripping his cock.
*Squelch*
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room again, only wetter.
"You're such a slut, Miny." Harry grunted, "look at the mess you are making."
He raised his right hand, his fingers reappearing from being buried in her soft flesh. It landed on her head, forcing her to look down at where their juices were pooling.
Hermione's eyes widened in a surge of pride and arousal.
"Look at what you've made me, Harry," she purred seductively. "I'm a complete mess, all because of you." She pushed back against him, taking his length even deeper. "I love it. I love being your messy little slut."
"That's right, Miny. You're my messy little whore, and I'm never going to stop fucking you."
She came hard.
Hermione's body shook with intensity as she screamed his name, her inner walls convulsing around Harry's cock as he continued to pound into her.
He didn't slow his pace, instead picking up the rhythm, fucking her through her climax and driving her towards another one.
"That's it, Miny," he panted, voice strained. "Come for me again. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
His hand let go of her head, tracing down her spine, before going underneath, caressing her smooth stomach. It went further, landing on her clit, circling it rapidly as he drove into her relentlessly.
Her body shook and trembled, another orgasm building, chasing the last one.
"Harry, I-I can't," she stammered, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. "It's too much."
But that only served to turned Harry on even more.
He drilled into her harder, her ass jiggled like jelly with every thrust.
Hermione cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her.
Harry groaned. "Fuck, Miny. Your slutty pussy is squeezing me so tight."
Her body shuddered and convulsed, her mind hazing over as the intense pleasure consumed her. She slumped forward, her forehead resting against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, her arms trembling with the effort to hold herself up. Harry's fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit, pushing her through one orgasm and straight into another.
"Harry... Harry..." she mumbled incoherently, her voice distant and dreamy. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy, her pupils dilated with lust. She stared back at Harry over her shoulder, her gaze hazy and unfocused, a dopey smile spreading across her face. "I love you..." she slurred, her words slow and drawn out. "Love you so much..."
Harry's body shuddered, it drove him over the edge and he painted her womb white. He stayed buried inside he, as the last few twitches completely emptied his balls.
Hermione's body was limp, she was completely gone, only held up by his levitation charm.
Harry's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He gazed down at Hermione's limp form, a smug grin spreading across his face. "That was..." he started between breaths. "Fucking incredible."
His camera levitated out of his bag and snapped a picture.
Especially, the last part. Her words made him feel strange, but in a welcoming way, 'Is this what being loved feels like?'
Harry sat down and gently lowered Hermione's floating body into his lap, catching her in his arms. He held her close, thinking deeply about what love was to him. After all he hadn't felt it at the Dursley's and could only imagine how it felt.
He wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for certain, a sense of possessiveness washed over him.
Hermione was his and he wouldn't ever let her go again.