August 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Hermione - Magic Hand Part 2

Bloody hell, he couldn’t believe that he’d fucked Hermione like that. His best friend for so many years now had been laid bare before him, and he’d taken her. He could still feel her thighs on either side of him, her tight walls gripping his shaft so perfectly.

Harry shook his head to clear that thought out of his mind. He didn’t need to be getting an erection in the middle of supper.

“You alright there, Harry?” Seamus asked with a frown as he elbowed him.

“Fine,” Harry replied with an easy smile.

“You don’t look it,” Ginny said as she dropped another yorkie on her plate. “In fact, you’ve been quiet all night.”

She always was incredibly perceptive when it came to him. Even though they’d decided to stay as friends instead of trying to patch their relationship back together after they’d changed so much during the year he was on the run, she still seemed to know everything that was going on in his mind. Plus, she was blunt enough to point it out and call him out on his shite when he lied.

“Just got a lot on my mind,” Harry deflected quickly. “It’s been an interesting day.”

“Oh?” Parvati raised an eyebrow, smelling the chance to find some fresh gossip. “Do tell, Harry.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “What’s up?”

Everyone’s eyes were on him. Everyone except for one particular person.

It felt so strange sitting down across the table from Hermione after they’d shagged. Both of them were clearly trying to pretend like nothing was off when such a cataclysmic shift in their relationship had just happened. They’d finally admitted that they wanted more from each other, but that didn’t mean that they were ready to tell everyone else about that.

Hermione’s eyes lingered on her plate as she slowly ate her food. Harry noticed that she’d loaded up with more food than usual at supper tonight. Maybe he’d worn her out more than he’d thought.

Feeling his gaze on her, Hermione glanced up to stare back into his eyes for just a second. Merlin, he felt like he could get lost in those dreamy brown eyes of hers.

“Well?” Parvati prodded him.

“I think our hero over here is in love,” Ginny said knowingly.

That brought upon a wave of oohs from almost everyone within earshot. Harry just rolled his eyes at them. He’d forgotten just how silly and childish his friends could be when it came to things like relationships.

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” Seamus grinned. “Or have you not confessed your feelings to her yet?”

“I certainly hope she knows,” Harry snorted in amusement.

“Did you tell her?” Neville asked.

“Yep,” Harry nodded.

“And…?” Parvati leaned forward expectantly. “Did she say if she feels the same way?”

“She does,” Harry confirmed.

Hermione had to take a sip of her water then to hide the slight blush that was tinging her cheeks.

“Who is it?” Parvati asked hungrily.

Harry had to do everything in his power to stop his eyes from flickering over towards Hermione. “I think I might be keeping that a secret for a little while, at least until we figure our relationship out.”

“That’s not fair,” Parvati pouted as she slumped back into her seat.

“Yeah, come on, Harry,” Dean whined. “We’re all mates here. We won’t tell a soul if you don’t want us to.”

“Really?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Because I remember you and Seamus practically throwing a party in the common room after you accidentally caught Hannah sleeping in Neville’s bed overnight.”

“That was different,” Seamus protested.

“How?” Harry asked bluntly.

Seamus’ eyes searched around for an answer. “It just was, okay,” he replied lamely.

“And Parvati made sure that everyone heard about Dean and Mandy Brocklehurst getting caught in a broom cupboard on the fourth floor,” Harry added.

“It was the fifth floor, thank you very much,” Parvati corrected him with a sigh. “But I see your point.”

Harry chuckled at her defeat. He knew perfectly well that it was a false ploy to try to get him to let his guard down. “Look, I’ll be sure to tell you all when the time is right. But that’s not right now. Things are still new and fresh, and I really don’t want to ruin this by bringing it all out into the open.”

“Sounds like you must really like her,” Ginny said.

“Jealous?” Parvati giggled.

“Hardly,” Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’m happy that Harry’s found someone to keep him company. Merlin knows he of all people deserves it.”

“Thank you, Ginny,” Harry smiled at her.

“Besides, I’d be a mighty hypocrite if I got mad at him for finding someone else when I’m busy with Anthony Goldstein,” Ginny pointed out.

“You are?” Parvati gasped as she leapt up from her seat and ran over to Ginny’s side. She squished herself in between her and Hermione. “You have to tell me everything!”

As the two of them gossipped away, Dean, Seamus, and Neville thankfully shifted the conversation away from Harry’s love life to something more mundane. Harry tuned it out though; his focus was on Hermione right now. He hoped that she knew that he was serious about not wanting to ruin things between them by giving this a real shot.

It took a moment before she looked back at him—she had to make sure that no one else was looking at her first. She gave him a small smile that lingered on her lips as she finished eating her meal.

By the time that supper finally ended, it was already getting late. Everyone headed back to their common rooms for the evening, and Harry found himself sitting in his usual spot by the fire with all of his friends around.

The evening passed by slowly as Harry waited for his promised encounter with Hermione. The thought of her tying him up like he tied her up excited him beyond belief. His mind was rife with imaginative scenarios he designed, each one offering some unique take on what Hermione could do to him. Would she have him dangling from the ceiling and simply bend over in front of him and push herself back onto his cock? Would she tie him up in bed and ride him until they were both screaming in ecstasy?

There were so many different possibilities that Harry couldn’t quite decide which one he wanted the most. Each offered another delightful glimpse at her beautiful body, and that was what Harry wanted the most.

His best friend truly was the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Steadily, people began heading off to sleep. Harry continued to linger, even when Neville tried to coax him upstairs. Instead, Harry tended to the coals in the fireplace while Hermione sat across from him silently, eagerly waiting for their date as much as him.

When the last of their peers finally went off to bed, Harry relaxed back against the sofa and stared across at Hermione.

“Looks like everyone’s gone,” Harry commented casually.

“So it does,” Hermione nodded.

Her wand appeared in her hand, and she quickly followed up with a series of detection and privacy charms. Harry was grateful that they’d have a warning if anyone happened to get up in the middle of the night. All of the portraits suddenly felt the need to go to sleep too, and all of them received a fresh set of earplugs to keep them asleep.

“You should put another log on the fire,” Hermione told him. “We’ll be here a while.”

Harry did so, tossing one in from the neat stack beside the fireplace that the house-elves kept fully stocked. It crackled as the flames licked across its surface.

As Harry went to sit back down, something yanked his feet out from under him. His arms instinctively shot out to catch himself, but he was barely able to move them before thick ropes corded around his wrists.

“Clever,” Harry chuckled as he dangled in the air. “I didn’t even notice you starting to cast a spell.”

“I had to be sneaky,” Hermione said playfully. She toyed with her wand, gently bouncing it along her index finger as she eyed Harry up. “I have to say that seeing you tied up in front of me like this is giving me so many ideas.”

A tremble ran down Harry’s spine as just as many ideas filled his head. “Me too.”

“Too bad you’re not the one in charge tonight,” Hermione replied.

With another flick of her wand, Harry was suddenly lowered right back down onto the sofa. The ropes, which were attached to the ceiling, spread his arms and legs apart. Then, his clothes vanished off of his body.

The warmth from the fireplace kept Harry from feeling too chilly, and his body sagged nicely into the comfortable sofa. His cock had been rock hard for minutes now from imagining what Hermione would do to him, and he could see her hungry eyes watching it as it bobbed up and down.

“Maybe I need a rope to hold it in place,” Hermione joked.

“Or something else,” Harry countered. “I know of a warm, wet place it could fit into nicely.”

“We wouldn’t want to rush things,” Hermione smiled coyly. “Not when there’s so much of the night ahead of us.”

Harry let his body relax and waited for Hermione to get started. Only… she didn’t.

As the seconds ticked by, Harry kept expecting Hermione to finally do something. Maybe she’d strip naked too or touch him in some way, but instead she remained in place. She seemed perfectly comfortable leaning back in her seat and just watching him.

The jitters were getting to be too much for Harry, who shifted awkwardly in his seat. “Aren’t you going to do anything?” He asked her, confused.

“Eventually,” she answered as she stretched her arms above her head. Harry couldn’t help but glance at her full breasts as they shifted beneath her robes. “But I’m comfy right now.”

Ah, so that was her game plan.

“You’re going to make me sweat it out over here, aren’t you?” Harry asked with a slight grin.

“Just for a bit,” Hermione grinned back as she finally shifted in her seat. With just the slightest bit of movement, her robes slowly became undone. Somehow, the buttons that kept them fastened in place were undoing themselves, and Harry quickly realised that she had nothing on underneath them.

Hermione’s robes came undone from the top first. Slowly, more of her creamy cleavage was revealed to him, but it stopped just short of falling away from her breasts entirely. Then, more of her legs came into view, but it too stopped just short of everything that Harry wanted to see.

His cock was reacting to the subtle teasing of Hermione exactly how she wanted. Each slight shift of her robes made his cock bob in excitement, and it was getting hard for him to sit still.

Hermione giggled quietly as she watched him strain against the ropes again. “I like seeing you like this,” she said in a sultry tone. “So helpless.”

“Then why don’t you come over and help me?” Harry retorted.

“I’d much rather help myself first,” Hermione told him. “Just like how you helped yourself first earlier today.”

Fucking Hermione’s mouth had been beyond pleasurable for him, and now he supposed it was her turn to find her pleasure.

Hermione’s robes finally fell open as the last buttons came undone. The black fabric formed a sort of blanket over top of the armchair she was seated on, which was definitely needed given how wet her pussy looked.

Hermione lifted her legs up and sat them on the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide in front of Harry. Almost lazily, Hermione’s fingers snaked down towards her clit and began slowly rubbing the skin around it.

“You know, the Magic Hand spell has a lot more dexterity than I expected,” Hermione commented as she stared across at Harry through her half-lidded eyes. “It can undo buttons, as you just saw, but you can also use it on yourself in other ways.”

Suddenly, as if by an invisible force, Hermione’s labia parted slightly. Harry groaned as he watched her pussy open up before him, showing off those delicate pink walls inside of her. When he spotted the wand in her free hand, he realised that she was using her Magic Hand spell to push a couple of invisible fingers inside of her.

It was so incredibly erotic and fascinating to watch Hermione’s inner walls shift as gently fingered herself with magic. He’d felt inside of her before, but having the visual to go along with it was intensely exciting.

“Mmm,” Hermione hummed softly. “That feels so good.”

He could only imagine.

“I’d rather be the one doing it to you,” Harry told her.

“Maybe you’ll get the chance later,” Hermione smiled at him. “I quite like watching you squirm.”

His cock was throbbing so hard that he had half a mind to try to wandlessly dispel the ropes holding him in place and leap across to Hermione to have his way with her again. It was only his desire to see what she’d do next that held him back.

When Hermione’s fingers finally touched her clit, her back arched off of the chair, pushing her breasts towards the ceiling.

“Yes,” Hermione hissed in delight.

“You’re killing me here, Hermione,” Harry groaned again.

“Never say I’ve never done anything nice for you,” Hermione replied as her body sagged back down.

The invisible fingers that had once filled her pussy suddenly wrapped themselves around Harry’s cock. It was slightly cold to the touch, but the fireplace helped to quickly counteract the slight chill that shocked him. What was most important was that those invisible fingers were still coated in Hermione’s juices, helping to lubricate his shaft as they slowly pumped up and down.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Harry sighed as his thick cock was finally attended to. It felt so good that he wondered if the torment had all been worth it.

“Do you know how many nights I dreamt of your cock?” Hermione asked him as she continued to play with her pussy.

“Tell me.”

“Countless,” Hermione answered. “Almost every night, I’d dream of our night in the tent or some other scenario my mind concocted that ended with you inside of me again. I’d always wake up and have to finish myself off if I wanted to try to fall back asleep.”

“You should’ve come and woken me up,” Harry replied, subtly thrusting up into the invisible hand that was stroking his cock. “I wouldn’t have left you alone.”

“I know,” Hermione said. “But I’ll correct my mistake from now on.”

“Should I expect a visit later tonight?” Harry asked.

“I don’t think you’ll be making it back to your bed tonight,” Hermione told him. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”

Suddenly, the hand vanished from his cock, but any complaints he had were stifled the second that Hermione leapt out of her seat and pounced on him. He desperately wanted to break the bonds again and touch her soft skin, but all of those thoughts vanished from his mind as Hermione impaled herself on his cock.

All of the breath left Harry’s lungs as Hermione’s hot, tight walls engulfed his cock. She looked so unbelievably sexy as she moaned and squeezed her breasts between her arms as she braced her hands against his shoulders. Her thighs were trembling like mad, but that didn’t stop her from starting to ride his cock.

Even though they’d had sex only a few hours ago, it still felt like a lifetime since he’d been inside of her. There was something about the burning heat of her body and the way that she so perfectly managed to move against him that made Harry dumbstruck. A primal, animalistic nature buried deep inside of him strained to come to the fore of his consciousness and take over. He wanted to fill her pussy up with as much cum as he could muster and make her his forever.

As Hermione rode up his cock, she raised herself high enough that her breasts grazed across his face. He managed to briefly kiss one of her nipples before she sank back down onto his cock, completing their connection once again.

“You’re incredible,” Harry breathed out in awe.

Hermione laughed softly and kissed his lips. “You’re only saying that because you’re inside of me.”

“No, I—” Harry hissed as he tried to pull his hands to her again, only for the ropes to keep him in place.

That was it! Enough was enough!

He closed his eyes in intense focus and whispered the words in his mind that he needed. He felt a tingle run down his arms and legs, and then all of the ropes holding him in place disappeared.

“I’ve always loved you, Hermione,” Harry said as he finally managed to wrap his arms around her back.

Now it was Hermione’s turn to look breathless. Her eyes went wide in shock, and for a moment Harry wondered if she was ever going to breathe back in again.

“Do you really mean that?” She finally asked.

“With all my heart,” Harry said confidently.

Hermione gulped. “I thought it was just me who felt that way. I… I love you so much, Harry.”

“Then kiss me,” Harry told her.

Her lips crashed against his in the most satisfying kiss of Harry’s life. It felt like a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders now that he could finally be completely open and free with Hermione. Their kiss continued as Hermione started to roll her hips and move against him again.

Harry’s hands slid down to Hermione’s arse, and he helped lift her body up as she rode his cock. There was something different about their lovemaking now that they’d confessed to each other. It wasn’t that it was more intense or passionate than before, but it did leave Harry with a wonderful feeling inside of his chest. It was comforting and terrifying and electric all at the same time. He liked it.

Their bodies worked each other up into a fever pitch. Hermione was bouncing on his cock wildly as her walls fluttered around his shaft, moaning his name against his lips. Harry was doing all he could to hold onto her and help her ride him as he kissed her back.

Now that he was finally free of his bonds, Harry was able to thrust up into Hermione without issue. As she started to drop back down onto his cock, he slammed his hips upwards, and their bodies met in a loud clapping sound. Hermione howled his name as his cock filled her up, and Harry buried his face in her breasts as he tensed his thighs to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

His efforts worked, but he knew that it was a short matter of time before he gave in completely. It helped that he could feel Hermione’s body starting to tremble on top of him, showing that she had to be almost as close as he was.

Neither of them slowed down as they continued to fuck. Their mutual moans of pleasure filled the air, mingling with the crackling wood in the fireplace.

And then Harry couldn’t hold on anymore.

With a deep groan, he exploded inside of her. A thick spurt of cum painted her inner walls white as she dropped back down onto his cock, and it was this last little push that sent Hermione tumbling over the edge as well. She collapsed against him as her body shook from the force of her orgasm. Her pussy milked his cock dry by squeezing it again and again until he had nothing left to offer her.

In the quiets that followed, neither of them moved. Their heavy breaths were the only sounds that they made.

It was a magical moment, one that wouldn’t be broken for anything.