Harry's Winter Wonderland (Ch. 8 - Flustered Hermione)

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Story Summary: Harry has just returned to the cabin from his early morning broom flight with Daphne.

Harry, still riding high from his exhilarating adventure with Daphne, stepped into the living room, his heart pounding with residual adrenaline. Daphne had slipped off to freshen up, leaving Harry to his own devices.

As he wandered into the living room, he was greeted with a sight that made his already pounding heart skip a beat.

Hermione lay sprawled on the sofa, her body contorted in an awkward yet alluring pose. Her voluptuous backside was pointed skyward, a sight that left Harry's breath hitching in his throat. He couldn't take his eyes off her, the curves of her body calling out to him in a language that spoke directly to his desires.

Nestled deep between her thighs, a pair of panties clung precariously to her round bottom. They were so small, so scandalously tiny, that they seemed to be barely holding on, doing everything in their power to accentuate Hermione's juicy pussy.

Harry's cock, already primed and ready from his escapade with Daphne, reacted with a surge of blood, swelling and throbbing beneath his robes. His eyes roamed over Hermione's exposed flesh, taking in every detail of her plump buttocks and the hint of her pussy lips peeking out from beneath the flimsy fabric.

Fuck, Harry thought, his eyes glued to Hermione's delectable arse. This is... perfect.

The sudden creak of the floorboard beneath Harry's foot shattered the spell. Hermione's head snapped up from her book, her eyes wide with shock as she registered Harry's presence. In a flurry of motion, she scrambled to right herself, her face flushing a deep crimson that spread from her cheeks down to her chest.

"Harry!" she squeaked, her voice hitting an octave that would have made a soprano jealous. Her hands flew to cover herself, but the generous curves of her arse proved too much for her modest hands to conceal. She twisted and turned, trying desperately to hide her exposed flesh, but only succeeded in giving Harry an even more tantalising view of her body.

The tiny panties, already struggling to contain her plump cheeks, rode up further with her frantic movements, the fabric disappearing between her arsecheeks like a thong. Her perky tits bounced freely beneath her thin tank top, her nipples clearly visible through the white fabric, hard and pointed like little diamonds.

"I—I thought you were still sleeping!" Hermione stammered, her eyes darting between Harry's face and the obvious tent in his trousers. "Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for you to see—"

Her words died in her throat as her gaze landed squarely on the massive bulge straining against Harry's trousers. The outline of his cock was unmistakable, the thick shaft creating an obscene tent that left nothing to the imagination. Harry watched as Hermione's eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she took in the sheer size of his erection.

"See what, Hermione?" Harry asked, his voice low and gravelly with lust. He made no attempt to hide his arousal, instead stepping closer to where she stood frozen. "See you bent over like a bitch in heat, presenting that fat arse of yours?"

Hermione's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, her brilliant mind apparently short-circuiting at Harry's crude words. Her hands still attempted to cover herself, but it was a losing battle; her arse was simply too plump, too perfectly rounded to be hidden by her slender fingers.

"I wasn't—I was just reading!" she protested weakly, gesturing to the forgotten book on the sofa. "I didn't know you'd be back so soon from your flight with Daphne!"

Harry's cock twitched at the memory of Daphne's tight cunt wrapped around him just minutes ago, but the sight before him was quickly erasing all thoughts of the blonde Slytherin. Hermione, his best friend, the brightest witch of their age, stood before him in nothing but tiny panties and a tank top, her body on full display.

"Well, now we have a problem," Harry said, gesturing to his straining erection. "You've gone and made my cock hard as granite, Hermione. What are you going to do about it?"

Hermione's eyes darted back to his bulge, and Harry could swear he saw her lick her lips unconsciously. "I—what do you mean? I didn't mean to!"

"Intentions don't matter much to my cock," Harry replied bluntly. "It saw your perfect arse and reacted accordingly. So how are you going to solve this problem you've created?"

The bushy-haired witch bit her lip, her mind clearly racing through possible solutions. Harry could practically see the gears turning in her head as she analysed the situation with the same intensity she usually reserved for particularly challenging arithmancy problems.

"Maybe... maybe you could just... rub one out?" she suggested hesitantly, her face burning even brighter. "I mean, if you need to... relieve yourself..."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Right here? In front of you?"

Hermione nodded jerkily, unable to meet his eyes. "I suppose it's only fair, since I... caused the problem."

Without waiting for further encouragement, Harry's hands moved to his belt, undoing it with practised ease. He could feel Hermione's eyes on him, watching his every movement despite her embarrassment. As he pushed his trousers down, his massive cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with an audible thwack.

Hermione gasped, her eyes going impossibly wide as she took in the sight of Harry's member. It stood proud and thick, the bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum, the veins along the shaft pulsing with each heartbeat. The sheer girth was intimidating, and the length... Hermione couldn't help but wonder how anyone could take such a monster.

"Bloody hell, Hermione," Harry groaned, wrapping his hand around his shaft. "I'm going to need more than just the memory of your arse to get off. Give me something to look at."

Hermione hesitated for only a moment before her hands moved to the hem of her tank top. With trembling fingers, she pulled it up and over her head, freeing her perky tits. They bounced slightly as they were released, the pale flesh topped with rosy nipples that were already hard and begging for attention.

Harry's hand began to move along his shaft, spreading the pre-cum that leaked steadily from his tip. His eyes devoured Hermione's exposed chest, taking in every detail of her perfect breasts. They were bigger than he had imagined, fuller and rounder than her usual baggy robes suggested.

"Fuck, those are nice tits," Harry groaned, his hand picking up speed. "But I need more, Hermione. This isn't quite doing it."

Hermione shifted nervously, her thighs pressing together as she watched Harry stroke his massive cock. The sight was hypnotic, the way his hand glided over the thick shaft, the way his muscles tensed with each stroke. She could feel wetness gathering between her legs, her body responding to the erotic display despite her embarrassment.

"What... what do you need?" she asked breathlessly.

"Get back in the position I found you in," Harry commanded. "Bend over and show me that arse again."

As if in a trance, Hermione turned around and bent forward, placing her hands on the sofa cushions. The position thrust her arse high in the air, the tiny panties doing nothing to hide the plump curves of her buttocks. She could feel Harry's eyes burning into her exposed flesh, could hear the wet sounds of his hand working his cock.

"That's it," Harry groaned. "Now move it for me. Wave that fat arse back and forth."

Hermione's face burned with humiliation, but her body betrayed her arousal. Slowly, she began to sway her hips, her arsecheeks jiggling with the movement. The tiny strip of fabric between her cheeks shifted with each motion, revealing glimpses of her most intimate areas.

Harry's breathing grew heavier as he watched the mesmerising display. His free hand reached out, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Hermione's panties. With one swift motion, he yanked them down, letting them pool around her ankles.

The sight that greeted him nearly made him cum on the spot. Hermione's pussy was perfect; plump lips glistening with arousal, her pink entrance already wet and ready. Her arsehole winked at him from between her round cheeks, and Harry couldn't help but imagine sinking his cock into either of her tight holes.

"Fucking hell, Hermione," Harry breathed. "Your cunt is absolutely perfect. Look how wet you are already."

"Harry!" Hermione protested, though she made no move to cover herself. "You can't say things like that!"

But her body told a different story. Harry watched as she pressed her thighs together, trying to create some friction to ease the ache between her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen with arousal, and he could see her juices beginning to drip down her inner thighs.

"Such a pretty pussy deserves to be filled with a thick cock," Harry said, stepping closer. He slapped his heavy member against her arsecheeks, the sound echoing in the room. "What do you think, Hermione? Want me to stuff that tight cunt of yours?"

Hermione's response was a strangled moan, her hands gripping the sofa cushions until her knuckles turned white. She was panting now, her whole body trembling with need. Harry could see her pussy clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.

"I... I don't..." she stuttered, unable to form a coherent response. Her brilliant mind had been reduced to mush by her arousal, all thoughts of propriety forgotten.

Harry gripped his cock at the base, guiding it between Hermione's legs. He dragged the swollen head along her dripping folds, coating himself in her juices. The sensation made them both groan; Harry at the wet heat, and Hermione at the tantalising pressure against her most sensitive areas.

"You're soaking wet," Harry observed, continuing to tease her with shallow passes of his cockhead. "Your cunt is practically begging for my cock. Just say the word, Hermione."

Each pass of his cock sent jolts of pleasure through Hermione's body. He would drag it from her clit all the way to her entrance, pausing to press slightly against her opening before pulling back. The teasing was driving her mad, her hips pushing back desperately trying to impale herself on his thick member.

"Please," she finally whimpered, all pretence of resistance crumbling. "Please, Harry!"

"Please what?" Harry asked, though he knew exactly what she wanted. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, applying just enough pressure to stretch her slightly before pulling back.

"Please fuck me!" Hermione cried out, her voice desperate and needy. "I need your cock inside me! Please, Harry, stop teasing and just fuck me!"

That was all the invitation Harry needed. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in Hermione's tight pussy. The sensation was incredible; her walls gripped him like a vice, the wet heat threatening to overwhelm him. Hermione's scream of pleasure echoed through the cabin as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive girth.

Harry didn't give her time to adjust. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to pound into her with abandon. Each thrust drove him deep into her core, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every movement. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mixing with their moans and gasps of pleasure.

Hermione's legs trembled as Harry fucked her, her body struggling to remain upright under his relentless assault. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, her first orgasm building rapidly. She could feel every ridge and vein of his massive member as it stretched her walls, hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed.

"That's it, take my cock," Harry grunted, increasing his pace. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, sure to leave bruises. "Your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around me."

The crude words only heightened Hermione's arousal. She pushed back to meet his thrusts, her arse jiggling with each impact. Her tits swayed beneath her, her hard nipples brushing against the sofa fabric and sending additional sparks of pleasure through her body.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Hermione chanted, her vocabulary reduced to those two words as Harry's cock battered her g-spot. "I'm going to—I'm going to—"

Her words dissolved into a wordless scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock like a vice, her walls rippling and pulsing as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her legs gave out completely, and only Harry's grip on her hips kept her from collapsing entirely.

Harry groaned at the sensation of Hermione's pussy milking his cock, but he didn't slow his pace. If anything, he fucked her harder, driving through her clenching walls with powerful thrusts. The sofa creaked ominously beneath them, the furniture protesting the vigorous fucking taking place on its cushions.

Hermione's orgasm seemed to go on forever, each thrust of Harry's cock prolonging her pleasure. Her juices flowed freely, coating Harry's shaft and dripping down her thighs. The obscene squelching sounds grew louder as Harry continued to pound into her oversensitive pussy.

"Harry, please," Hermione gasped, though whether she was begging him to stop or continue, even she didn't know. "It's too much!"

"You can take it," Harry growled, adjusting his angle to hit even deeper. "Your cunt was made for my cock, Hermione. Look how perfectly you stretch around me."

To emphasise his point, Harry pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, watching as Hermione's pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth. The sight was intoxicating, and he repeated the motion several times, mesmerised by the way her body accommodated him.

Hermione could only moan in response, her mind completely overwhelmed by sensation. She could feel another orgasm building already, her body responding to Harry's dominance in ways she never expected. Her nipples ached with need, her clit throbbed with each slap of Harry's balls, and her pussy felt like it was on fire in the best possible way.

Harry's own orgasm was approaching rapidly. The combination of Hermione's tight cunt and the sight of her perfect arse bouncing with each thrust was pushing him toward the edge. He could feel his balls drawing up tight, the familiar tingling at the base of his spine warning him of his impending release.

"Where do you want my cum?" Harry asked through gritted teeth. "Want me to fill this tight pussy? Paint your insides white?"

"Yes!" Hermione cried out immediately, surprising herself with her enthusiasm. "Cum inside me! Fill me up!"

Harry's rhythm became erratic as he chased his release. His cock swelled even larger inside Hermione, stretching her to her absolute limit. With a roar of pleasure, he buried himself to the hilt and began to cum, his cock pulsing as rope after rope of hot seed flooded Hermione's pussy.

The sensation of Harry's cum filling her triggered Hermione's second orgasm. She screamed into the sofa cushions, her body convulsing as pleasure overwhelmed her once again. Her pussy milked Harry's cock greedily, drawing out every last drop of his seed.

They stayed locked together for several long moments, both panting heavily as they came down from their respective highs. Harry's cock continued to twitch inside Hermione, depositing the last few spurts of cum deep in her womb. Hermione's legs trembled uncontrollably, and she knew that without Harry's support, she would have collapsed completely.

Finally, Harry slowly withdrew, groaning at the sight of his cum immediately beginning to leak from Hermione's well-fucked pussy. Her hole gaped slightly, unable to close completely after being stretched by his massive cock. The mixture of their fluids dripped down her thighs, creating an obscene but arousing picture.

Hermione's legs finally gave out completely, and she slumped forward onto the sofa, her arse still raised slightly in the air. She was a complete mess; her hair wild and tangled, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her pussy leaking cum, and her legs still shaking from the intensity of her orgasms.

"Fuck," was all she could manage to say, her brilliant vocabulary having temporarily abandoned her.

Harry collapsed beside her, his softening cock still impressive even in its flaccid state. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a satisfied grin on his face as he surveyed the thoroughly debauched witch beside him.

"So," he said casually, as if they hadn't just engaged in the most intense fuck of their lives. "Good book?"

Hermione turned her head to glare at him, but the effect was somewhat ruined by her flushed face and the cum still dripping from her pussy. "You're impossible," she muttered, though there was no real heat in her words.

"And you're incredible," Harry replied, reaching out to squeeze her arse appreciatively. "Who knew the brightest witch of our age had such a perfect cunt?"

"Harry!" Hermione protested, burying her face in the cushions. But Harry could see the small smile tugging at her lips, and he knew that despite her embarrassment, she had enjoyed their encounter just as much as he had.

As they lay there recovering, Harry couldn't help but think that this winter holiday was turning out even better than he could have imagined. And with several more days left at the cabin, he had a feeling things were only going to get more interesting.

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.