October 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - His Brat Part 4 - Harry/Hermione

At first, Harry had been excited to collect Susan and Daphne. Adding the two of them alongside Pansy and Tracey to his collection of Magical Brats had led to more than a few fun romps in the bedroom. He'd known that the two of them were incredibly competitive and fighting for the position of his Head Brat, but he was unwilling to give the title over to one of them so easily. All of this was still so new, and Harry didn't want to make any rash decisions.

Upon learning that he was going to hold off on deciding that for a little while yet, both Susan and Daphne kept trying to butter him up while making subtle digs at each other. By the end of the first week having them, Harry had grown exceedingly bored of their incessant bickering and cattiness. Pansy and Tracey were no help either as both of them didn't have the drive to become his Head Brat and were unwilling to challenge either one of the top contenders.

Needless to say, Harry felt like he was going mad watching these two fight. He asserted himself plenty of times to try to get the two of them to calm down, but brats were fickle and inevitably returned to fighting between one another.

Now, Harry was back in the Gryffindor Common Room trying to come up with a plan to deal with these two.

The warm, crackling fire was steadily dwindling as the night went on. The myriad of students filling the common room slowly began to trickle upstairs back to their dorms. Harry absentmindedly watched them go, too focused on his thoughts about Daphne and Susan to worry about the essay he had out in front of him.

"Hey!" Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him blink in surprise.

"Sorry," Harry muttered, pushing her fingers away from his face. She knew it annoyed him whenever she snapped to get his attention.

"This paper's due next week," Hermione stressed. "I don't know what's gotten into you the past couple of weeks, but you need to focus."

"Yes, mum," Harry replied teasingly.

Hermione scowled at him, shaking her head. "Honestly, what would you do without me?"

Be able to brood for one.

Harry picked his quill back up and stared down blankly at the parchment in front of him. It was a tedious essay on the proper care and cultivation of Sopophorous Beans, but he had to get it done if he wanted a decent grade. He knew what he needed to write, but the idea of putting his thoughts down onto the parchment seemed like an annoyance more than anything.

It wasn't long before his thoughts drifted back over to Daphne and Susan. The second his eyes got that glazed look, Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his face again.

"Quit daydreaming and get to work," Hermione insisted.

"I just can't right now, alright?" Harry sighed in frustration.

"Why not?" Hermione asked, sounding nearly as frustrated.

"Because..."

He couldn't just tell her everything, could he? She was his best friend, but somehow discussing magical brats and all of these witches he was hooking up with seemed to be a bit much. Although, knowing how much Hermione loved learning, he wouldn't be surprised if she already knew about magical brats. Whether she'd made the connection that he was starting to collect them was another matter altogether.

Harry shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind. "I've just got a lot on my mind."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "You should have your work on your mind," she chastised him lightly.

"Can you just give me a break for a minute," Harry retorted, his frustration with her growing.

"Make me," Hermione countered instantly.

Suddenly, both of them froze as the reality of Hermione's words settled into the room.

"You're a magical brat," Harry gasped.

How hadn't he seen it before? Hermione was bossy to be sure, but she'd never exhibited especially bratty behaviour before. What if she wasn't actually...?

No, based on her reaction, she had to be a magical brat. Harry thought hard about their years of friendship. There were plenty of times that Hermione tried to assert her authority over him, like when she got the broom that Sirius gave to him confiscated, but he still managed to keep her in line. Hermione never quite pushed the envelope like Pansy did, but then again, she was much more directly controlling since she was his best friend. He trusted her advice and listened to her more often than not, and she'd always had a smug look after he did.

He quickly whipped out his wand and placed a silencing charm around them to prevent the few remaining students from overhearing their conversation.

Hermione seemed to cringe inwards as her cheeks lit up red. "I don't know what you're talking about," she protested.

"Please," Harry said sarcastically. "Like Hermione Granger of all people doesn't know about magical brats."

"I'm not an encyclopaedia," Hermione argued strongly. "It's not like I know everything that there is to know about different magical beings."

"Magical brats aren't rare enough that you wouldn't have come across them," Harry countered. "They crop up around powerful wizards and make it into the history books. Even the founders of Hogwarts had magical brats around them. Don't lie to me, Hermione."

Her lips snapped shut as her brow furrowed. He could see that she was looking for a way to get out of this mess, but he wasn't going to let her.

"Just be honest with me, please," Harry insisted.

An internal struggle waged within Hermione as she debated doing as Harry asked. He could see her desire to follow his command, but that internal brattiness was fighting to take over. She'd always been reticent to follow anyone else's plans but her own; it was only in moments of great importance where Harry strongly argued for something that she went along with it.

That was it: he needed to be more forceful again. It'd been easier to do with Pansy, Tracey, Daphne, and Susan, but Hermione was his best friend. This was going to feel odd, but it was necessary.

"Hermione," Harry said, getting her attention back on him. "I order you to be honest with me, otherwise you'll need to be punished."

Suddenly, Hermione's familiar, defiant fire returned to her eyes. "You won't punish me," she said firmly. "We're friends, Harry, and you're not in control of me."

He hadn't been, but things were going to have to change now.

"You're a magical brat, so yes, I am in charge of you," Harry argued. "Unless there's some other powerful wizard you're latching onto instead."

"Maybe there is," Hermione replied defiantly.

She was challenging him here. He needed to make a play to assert his dominance.

His eyes flickered around the common room. A couple of sixth-year students were sat with their backs to Harry and Hermione while a lone fifth-year was engrossed in a thick tome sitting in their lap. None of them were looking at him or Hermione, nor could they see what he was about to do.

With his incredible reflexes, Harry's hands shot out and grabbed Hermione's hips. She yelped and flailed about as he tossed her across his lap, inadvertently flipping up her skirt and revealing her lace-clad behind, but her movements faded the second that Harry's palm rested across her arsecheeks.

"I gave you a chance," he reminded her before he sharply pulled his hand back and spanked her arse.

"Harry!" Hermione cried out as her body rocked in his lap. She didn't try to get away anymore, but she was staring up at him with a look of shock on her face. "What are you doing?"

"Punishing my brat," Harry informed her. "Now, are you ready to admit what you are?"

Hermione's cheeks burned red. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not going to—"

Harry spanked her hard again on her other cheek. It jiggled perfectly against his hand, and he had to bite back a groan as Hermione's belly rocked against his growing cock. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to fuck Hermione soon. He'd had his fantasies about her of course, but he'd never actually expected to have the opportunity to do this.

"I won't tolerate any lies," Harry said sternly.

Hermione bristled at his words. "Harry James Potter, let me go this instant or else!"

"A brat doesn't make commands of her master," Harry told her as he pulled his hand back. "You'd do well to remember that."

Perhaps she needed some more clarity on the situation. Harry unleashed a flurry of spanks, one after the other, alternating between each cheek to make sure that both of them reddened at the same rate. Hermione could have squirmed out of his lap if she wanted to, but he could clearly see that she was getting as turned on by this as he was. As his cock stiffened, so too did her panties become more and more wet. It wasn't long before his thumb began to graze across her soaked panties with each spank.

Although Hermione kept whimpering from the spanks, she also began to moan in between them. As her body rocked against his, he realised that she was purposefully rubbing against his cock, feeling his length and subtly shifting it closer to her crotch with each movement.

"Are you ready to obey me now?" Harry asked her huskily after delivering at least fifteen spanks to each cheek.

Hermione trembled on his lap. She gave a jerky nod of agreement.

"I need to hear you say it," Harry told her.

"Yes," Hermione replied softly.

Harry began rubbing her reddened cheeks to help smooth the stinging pain she had to be feeling. "Now, let's start from the top. How long have you known that you were a magical brat?"

"Ever since third year," Hermione admitted. "I... I noticed myself acting oddly around you, and it was a few months later that I found a reference to magical brats in the library. It was then that I felt something inside of me that made me know it was true."

"Why did you never tell me?" Harry asked her.

Hermione stayed silent as she bit her lower lip.

Harry sighed. "You were behaving as a brat would, weren't you? Keeping things from your master until they figured it out for themselves?"

"Yes," Hermione answered quietly.

Harry hummed in thought. "You've been hiding this from me for years now. That deserves quite a big punishment."

"No, please," Hermione said suddenly, looking up at his face with a pleading expression. "I'll do anything to make it up to you."

The subtle way she rocked against his cock, even without him spanking anymore, made it clear exactly what she was willing to do.

Looking back over his shoulder, Harry realised that the last students had left the common room. All of the portraits were asleep, and the clock showed that it was well past time for all of the students to go to sleep, not that Harry had any intention of doing so now that he had Hermione in the palm of his hand.

"You're going to have to do a lot to make it up to me," Harry told her seriously. "But first, I think I know a way you can get started. It's always been your smart mouth that's made you defy me. Why don't we put it to a better use?"

Hermione's eyes lit up in recognition of what Harry was implying. A mixture of excitement and nervousness overcame her, but she still started to slide off of his lap, only to pause to look up into his eyes for permission.

"Yes, you can get down on your knees for me," Harry smiled encouragingly at Hermione.

Hermione gingerly slid off of his lap, mindful of her sore bottom, and settled on her knees between his legs. Her hands roamed his thighs, steadily moving closer to the bulge in his trousers.

"Don't take too long now," Harry told her. "After waiting for so many years for this, I don't want to wait a second longer."

"Neither do I," Hermione admitted. Her hands suddenly moved in a flurry as she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. Harry lifted his hips to allow Hermione to tug his trousers and pants all the way down to his ankles, revealing his long, thick cock.

"God," Hermione groaned as she shoved her face right into Harry's crotch. His cock jumped in excitement as Hermione buried her nose in his balls and nuzzled her face against his shaft. "I've dreamt so much of this moment."

Seeing his best friend rub her face against his cock like this was unbelievably erotic. Harry's hips bucked up, pushing himself firmer against her face.

"Get me warmed up," Harry ordered her.

"Yes, sir," Hermione moaned in agreement.

She grabbed the base of his shaft and angled the tip of his cock to her pursed lips. She kissed him then, and Harry groaned at how soft her plump lips felt against him. But that kiss wasn't all she had in mind for him. She was going to warm his cock up the best way she could.

Hermione's mouth opened wide as she engulfed his cock. Somehow, she barely seemed to struggle at all as she dove deeper and deeper. Harry grabbed onto her hair and moaned as his cock slipped into her throat, but Hermione didn't stop there. She took him as deep as he possibly could go, right up to the point that her lips were sealed around the base of his shaft.

Looking up at Harry with her big, beautiful eyes, Hermione sucked on his cock. Her throat tightened around his shaft and her tongue danced beautifully along the underside of his cock. Harry still couldn't believe that his best friend was able to do this.

"How?" Harry gasped, grabbing Hermione's hair and holding her head in place for another moment before he relaxed his grip and let her move again.

Slowly, Hermione worked her way back up to the tip of his cock and lingered there, sucking hard and teasing him with her tongue for several seconds before she released him. "I've spent a lot of time practising with toys," she giggled.

"You knew I'd find you out one day," Harry said in sudden realisation.

"Mm hmm," Hermione nodded as she went right back to sucking his cock.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Hermione really was a brat. She'd known for years that she was going to be his one day, and she kept it all a big secret in order to prepare for the day that he finally found out the truth. Plus, she kept up with her brattiness in the meantime.

Hermione was clever, very clever. He was going to have to keep a close eye on her. Although, it might also be just as fun to set her loose on Daphne and Susan and see what happens then. It was an amusing idea, one that he'd consider another time. Right now, all that mattered was how good Hermione was making him feel.

Hermione bobbed her head up and down on Harry's cock with practised ease. She had absolutely no issue moving from the tip of his cock down to the base in one smooth motion. Her warm, wet mouth and throat touched every inch of his cock and drove him mad, and yet he still wanted more.

Harry tightened his grip on Hermione's hair and started to take control of her movements. She relaxed her body, letting him force her mouth up and down along his cock at the breakneck pace he set. She gargled and choked around his cock as he fucked her mouth but showed no indication that she wanted him to stop. In fact, her eyes glowed with joy as he pleasured himself with her body. He wondered if she knew that he'd already found other magical brats to keep him company. He'd be surprised if she hadn't; she was always too clever to be able to miss the subtle changes in his routines and behaviours. Maybe that was why she was working so hard to please him.

Slamming his cock deep into Hermione's throat again and again brought him an intense stimulation that drove him closer to an orgasm. It was self indulgent, but he wanted to cum down Hermione's throat so badly, to fill her belly with his seed. He kept forcing her down onto his cock, getting off on the sounds of her struggling to keep up with pace, feeling his balls stir with excitement as they smacked off of Hermione's chin.

And then, suddenly, he exploded down her throat. Harry let out an incredible groan as Hermione's mouth milked his cock, firing burst after burst of cum down her throat and straight into her belly. It was the type of thing he could have only dreamt of even just a few hours ago, but now he was finally doing it.

Hermione accepted every last drop from him, even when her need for air became great. Harry finally pulled his cock back out of her throat. It came out of her mouth covered in saliva.

"Get on the sofa," Harry ordered her huskily.

Hermione rushed to comply with his order, trembling with anticipation as to what was to come., Even though he'd just cum, Harry's cock was still rock hard and ready to go. He shifted on the sofa to get behind Hermione, who was on her hands and knees next to him. She laid her head down on the armrest and presented her arse to him.

Harry grabbed Hermione's panties and yanked them down to around her knees. He saw her glistening pussy and winking arsehole staring at him, ready to be filled.

Harry bit his lip in indecision. He wanted to fuck both of her holes, but which one should he start with today?

Ultimately, the answer came to him surprisingly easily.

"You hid your true nature from me for years, and I believe that you need to be punished for that," Harry told her. "I'll fuck your pussy another day."

"No, please," Hermione whimpered. "I need you in there right now."

"No," Harry replied firmly as he drew his wand. "Today, I'm taking your arse."

Those red cheeks still looked sore as Harry ran the tip of his wand along them. Hermione shivered as Harry used a few spells to clean and lubricate her arse. A final one helped to loosen her up a touch, making it much easier for him to start fucking her right away.

"You're mine," Harry growled as he pressed the tip against her lubricated hole. "Never forget it."

"I won't, SIR!!!" Hermione screamed as Harry's cock pushed forward past the tight ring of muscle that guarded her arse. The lubrication and Hermione's saliva helped his cock slide into her smoothly.

The unbelievable heat and tightness of Hermione's arse left Harry seeing stars, and he wasn't even halfway inside of her yet. He grunted as Hermione's arse pulsed around his cock, trying to push his cock out, but it only took a few moments before Hermione's body relaxed around him and allowed his cock to continue forward again.

Harry pushed forward until his cock was fully buried inside of Hermione's arse. Her red cheeks pressed against his hips, sending another little sting of pain through her body. He gave her a few seconds to adjust to his girth, but she felt so damned good that he couldn't wait to start fucking her.

"You're my brat," Harry groaned as he started to move inside of her. She cried out in pleasure, but her voice became muffled as she bit down on the armrest. "And this is going to be the day I cement you as mine."

Harry's thrusts began to grow in both speed and intensity as he slowly worked his way up to a pace he'd use with Pansy or any of his other brats. He needed to let Hermione know what she was in for if she was going to be his.

Hermione seemed unable to control herself as her chest fell down onto the sofa. It was only her trembling knees that were keeping her arse up in the air any longer. Harry grabbed firmly onto her hips to keep her steady as he plunged into her arse again and again. She was so nice and lubricated for him that he could fuck her hard and rough without worry, and Hermione was taking it like a champ. She was mewling, moaning, and making all sorts of delicious noises that drove Harry on to fuck her with everything he had.

Harry's balls kept smacking off of Hermione's pussy with each thrust. Her arse jiggled too, and that redness that was there only deepened the longer he kept fucking her. His deep thrusts saw the entire length of his cock filling her arse up as much as he could, and it was nothing short of mind blowing.

A strange sound from Hermione's lips drew Harry's attention. He couldn't quite make out what she was doing, but the sound repeated again and again in time with each of his thrusts. It wasn't until one particularly hard thrust that Hermione's voice grew loud enough for Harry to make out what she was saying.

"Harry!" Hermione cried out in pleasure. Her arsehole clenched around his cock and her body trembled, and Harry rammed into her again. "Harry! Harry! HARRY!"

All of the air left Harry's lungs as Hermione's arse became impossibly tight around his cock. She clenched down so tightly that Harry felt like he was about to faint. She was cumming so hard that her knees finally gave out. Her entire body finally collapsed down onto the sofa, and Harry followed her down, keeping his cock buried deep in her arse.

With Hermione laying flat on the sofa, Harry's body laid over top of hers. As soon as her arsehole relaxed enough for him to move again, he started bucking his hips against her wildly. He slammed himself harder and harder into her arse as he nuzzled his face into her neck. Hermione was breathless and unable to do anything but relish in the pleasure of being fucked by Harry, which was fine by him. His brat had to get used to him having his way whenever he wanted.

"Cum in me," Hermione's exhausted voice begged quietly. "Please, Harry."

That was all he needed to make his balls tighten up before he unleashed a flood of seed deep into Hermione's arse. His cock kept spurting cum over and over again, painting her insides white. Harry gasped for breath as Hermione milked him for everything he was worse, and then he let his body sag against hers.

One more brat added to his collection, and it was his best friend to boot. Harry didn't know how anything could get better than this.