August 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Hermione - Magic Hand Part 1

AN: I decided to make this a two-part story. The next part will be out in early September!

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It all started innocently enough. When she was casually reading through some books in the restricted section, Hermione happened across a rare book on charms. It was only fifty pages long or so, and many of the charms were outdated due to newer, more effective charms replicating their effects more effectively. However, there was one spell that caught her eye.

Magic Hand.

This charm didn’t actually create a real hand per se. Rather, it replicated a hand through magic. The result was an invisible hand that could be directed through the air with a simple thought and wave of a wand. It had once been used by workers to collect things from high shelves or to clean rooftops and whatnot. Of course, this spell too became obsolete as newer spells like the Levitation Charm took its place. Instead of focusing on controlling an actual hand, people could simply levitate things directly.

In a matter of decades, the Magic Hand charm fell out of use, and it was forgotten about within a century. It had lain dormant since then, to the best of Hermione’s knowledge.

Now, Hermione didn’t necessarily feel like she had a practical use for this spell—after all, she could just use the Levitation Charm—but her innate desire for learning and to test herself convinced her that this was a spell worth learning. It was easy enough to find the time for it given that she’d studied quite most of the seventh-year Hogwarts material while she’d been on the run with Ron and Harry last year, so she was well ahead of most of her peers on their learning.

It only took an hour of practice before Hermione was finally able to nail the charm down properly. She had her own invisible hand to play around with. It was fun and silly. She gave herself high fives, had it flip pages in a book for her, and even got it to swat away any flies that were bugging her.

But Hermione quickly grew bored with it. The spell was forgotten as her nineteenth birthday came and went. It wasn’t until the holidays were approaching that Hermione remembered the spell's existence, and it was all due to Harry Potter.

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The cold wind breeze crested through the open tent flaps, bringing a shiver to Hermione’s delicate skin. It only made Harry hold her tighter as they danced to the soft music playing off of the wireless. The intense warmth their closeness brought made the effects of the wind negligible, and Hermione leaned in closer to his touch.

For the first time in months since they’d been on the run, Hermione felt wonderful. She’d never expected the arms of her best friend to feel quite like this. Harry was always warm and comforting, but he felt different today. There was love there, but not the normal love they felt for one another. This was a more intimate sort of love that Hermione had only felt before in schoolyard crushes and nighttime fantasies.

She wondered if Harry could feel it too.

She glanced up at his rugged face through her dark eyelashes. He had stubble on his chin, something that would have been rare only a few years ago. He looked handsome.

His eyes stared back into hers. The wind blew a stray strand of her hair across her face, and his calloused fingers brushed it back behind her ear.

She still didn’t know which one of them made the first move, but suddenly their lips were upon each other. Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, feeling his abs as she slowly worked her way up to his chest. He grabbed onto her arse and started slowly leading her over to their beds as their tongues duelled in each other’s mouths.

A sigh of happiness and relief escaped her lips as he pushed her back onto the bed and crawled on top of her. She needed this. She needed to be felt by him in a way that no one else ever had before. She wanted to touch every inch of his skin and show him her love for him.

He lifted her shirt up until her bra-clad chest was exposed. His breathing hitched and he hesitated. His gorgeous green eyes met hers, begging to know if this was really happening.

Hermione lifted her arms above her head and let him lift her shirt all the way. He tossed it aside and breathed in deeply as he leaned in to kiss the top of her breasts.

Hermione moaned softly and raised her leg to brush against the hardness in his trousers and—

“Miss Granger? Are you alright?”

Hermione’s unfocused eyes suddenly snapped to attention. She was in Charms class, and the entire room was silent around her. Professor Flitwick stood atop a stack of books down at the front of the room, staring at her with a concerned look.

“Yes,” Hermione replied quickly, clearing her throat. She could feel her cheeks reddening at getting caught dreaming about an old memory in the middle of class. “Sorry, Professor.”

“No need to worry, my dear,” Flitwick’s chipper voice replied before he returned to his lecture.

Honestly, all of the professors were far too lenient on her since the war’s end. Sometimes, she felt like she could get away with anything without anything more than a kind word in return.

She picked her quill back up and glanced down at her bare parchment. She couldn’t even remember what the lecture was about today.

A gentle touch on her hip made her jump in surprise, but then she looked down and saw that familiar hand she’d been dreaming about only moments ago. She wondered if she was still caught up in that dream when she looked up and saw her handsome best friend’s worried face.

“You alright?” He whispered softly.

No, she wasn’t. She wanted to forget the world around her and get lost in his soft, delicate lips. She wanted to feel them pressed against her skin. She wanted to feel him inside of her again.

“Yeah,” Hermione replied quickly, turning away from him lest she lose control of herself entirely.

Throughout the rest of the class, Hermione could feel Harry’s concerned attention on her. Didn’t he know how that made her feel? Couldn’t he hear her heart beating faster and faster the longer he stared at her? Rubbing her thighs together didn’t give her the relief she so desperately needed.

How was she supposed to get through the day like this?

As her frustration boiled over, Hermione glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye. He seemed so unbothered by everything around him, like the effect on her was something so utterly natural that he didn’t even realise he was doing it.

She wanted to get even.

Before she realised what she was doing, she had silently cast the Magic Hand spell. No one could see her wand movements under the desk, nor could anyone see the invisible hand as it crept over towards Harry.

Hermione’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest from excitement as she had the hand poke Harry’s inner thigh. He jumped a bit and glanced down at his lap, but he obviously couldn’t see anything.

Hiding a grin, Hermione directed the hand to slowly creep its way up to his crotch. She imagined that it was her hand doing this right in front of everyone. The memory of her hands on his skin was so vivid in her mind that it almost felt like she was the one touching him.

Harry was doing his best to pretend like nothing was wrong, but Hermione could see him squirming in his seat. When the invisible hand was just a finger’s length away from the growing bulge in his trousers, Harry’s hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Hermione’s underneath her desk.

Panic flooded Hermione’s system as she realised that she was caught. Somehow, he’d known it was her… but how?

“Follow me after class,” Harry murmured softly as he let go of her hand.

It was only a few short minutes until class ended, but they felt like the longest minutes of Hermione’s life. She felt embarrassed at getting caught, guilty over provoking him like that, and worried about what this meant for them. Their encounter in the tent had been a one-time thing, and neither of them had spoken about it since. He probably didn’t feel the same way she did about him.

Hermione could barely look Harry in the eye when class ended and they collected their things. She shuffled behind him, silently following him as he took them away from their classmates towards a less-used section of the castle.

Harry seemingly chose a door at random to open and ushered Hermione inside without saying a word.

As Hermione stepped inside, she heard the door close behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder to see what was going on, but she was suddenly lifted off of her feet as ropes wrapped around her body.

“Harry, I—” she quickly tried to explain herself, but her words froze in her mouth when Harry leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“You thought it was fair to tease me when I couldn’t tease you back?”

Hermione shivered as Harry’s husky voice rang out in her ear. How he knew just what she liked, she didn’t know, but she loved the effect he was having on her. The heat burning in her core was only getting more intense, and if it weren’t for these ropes holding her in place, it would’ve been hard for her not to touch herself.

Harry tsked his tongue. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you using your wand beneath the desk?”

“I hoped you wouldn’t,” Hermione whimpered out. The ropes were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, keeping them perfectly still. A much longer rope encircled her breasts and waist, supporting her body in the air. It was as though she was laying down, and all she could see were Harry’s shoes on the floor below her.

“I think you wanted to get caught,” Harry retorted. “I think that you were hoping we’d have a repeat of our night in the tent.”

The memory of it flooded Hermione’s mind once again. Their lovemaking had been passionate from the very start, but it’d grown even more frantic and desperate as the night wore on. Neither of them managed to get much sleep because the other would wake them up for another round. Her bedsheets had been so soaked through with sweat and other fluids that they’d had to switch to Harry’s bed halfway through the night.

How had she managed to go so long without begging Harry to fuck her again? Ron showing up the next morning had put a damper on things, but she made it clear to him that she didn’t like him the way that she did. Besides, Ron wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore, so any awkwardness she would’ve felt about hooking up with Harry wouldn’t have arisen. She’d been secretly fantasising about Harry for months now, and he only grew more attractive to her with each passing day.

And yet, after that night in the tent, both of them pretended like nothing had ever happened. Were they both too scared of potentially ruining their friendship? Or were they just too focused on the war ahead of them? It was foolish whatever the reason was.

“I’ve been wanting a repeat of that night too,” Harry admitted.

Hermione felt her body stiffen in response. He wanted her too?

“How badly?” She asked.

“More than you could possibly know,” he told her honestly. “Or maybe you do know.”

Hermione wanted to proclaim exactly what she hoped Harry would do to her, but she wasn’t the one in control right now. She was surprised at how turned on she was being tied up in front of Harry like this, unable to move or stop him from taking what he wanted from her. But it was only because of the trust she had that he wouldn’t ever do anything wrong to her that made her so comfortable in going through with this.

“What spell did you use on me?” Harry asked.

“Magic Hand,” Hermione admitted quietly. “It was what was used before the Levitation Charm existed.”

Harry chuckled. “Of course you’d know about it. Tell me, does your hand get the actual sensation of touching me?”

“No,” Hermione answered, almost sounding regretful at that fact.

“So, if I cast the spell right now and decided to touch you with it, I wouldn’t get to feel this?”

Hermione gasped as Harry suddenly grabbed her arse through her robes. His fingers deftly squeezed her arsecheek before slipping down between her thighs and running over her pussy.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Hermione managed to get out as she tried to fight against the ropes to lean into Harry’s touch.

“Shame,” Harry said, suddenly pulling his hand away from her.

Hermione whimpered, wishing that his hand was right back where it was. She’d missed his touch so badly, and she was so damned wet.

“You wish I didn’t stop, don’t you?” Harry grinned cockily as his face came into view of Hermione’s.

“No,” Hermione admitted with a blush on her cheeks.

“One should always finish what they start, don’t you think?” Harry asked her.

“I would’ve finished you if you hadn’t stopped me,” Hermione blurted out.

Harry laughed again. “Fair enough. But now’s your time to see things through to the end.”

Slowly, the ropes holding Hermione in place extended, lowering her closer to the floor. Her face ended up centimetres away from the bulge in his trousers.

As Harry undid his belt and pulled down his zipper, Hermione felt her mouth already starting to water from what was to come. Back in the tent, she’d woken Harry up with a blowjob halfway through the night, and he’d been incredibly vocal and enthusiastic about what a great job she’d done. She wasn’t going to disappoint him today.

Her best friend had easily the longest and thickest cock she’d ever seen—not that she’d seen any others in person, mind you. Lavender had always snuck muggle magazines of incredibly fit men into their dorm and shared them around with everyone so that they could see what some of these men were packing. Harry put them all to shame.

Harry’s cock sprung out through the hole in his trousers with ease and grazed Hermione’s lips. She opened her mouth dutifully, and Harry pressed forward.

“That’s a good girl,” Harry moaned softly as the tip of his cock entered Hermione’s mouth.

A hefty amount of pre-cum coated Hermione’s tongue as she swirled it around his bulbous head. She pushed as much saliva onto his cock as possible to lubricate it as Harry kept pushing forward. He went deeper and deeper until Hermione felt him start to slip into her throat.

She could barely breathe around the monster inside of her, and all it did was make her even wetter than she was. Harry was going to use her just like how she hoped he would.

Hermione slurped around Harry’s cock, trying to stop any saliva from escaping out from the corners of her mouth, but it became an impossible task once Harry started to thrust his hips back and forth. As much as Hermione endeavoured to maintain a perfect seal with her lips around his thick cock, it was just too hard to do. Inevitably, bits of saliva started dripping out of her mouth and down onto her chin.

“I’m glad to see you haven’t forgotten how good you are at this,” Harry said huskily as he grabbed a fistful of her hair. He jerked her head back so that she had to stare up at him. “You haven’t had anyone else, right?”

As he pulled his cock back out of Hermione’s mouth, she took one deep breath before answering honestly. “No. It’s only ever been you.”

“Good,” Harry grinned as he pushed his cock back into her mouth.

Hermione’s tongue teased the underside of his shaft as he fucked her mouth steadily. He was going at a slow-enough pace that her tongue was able to find all of those little sensitive spots that made Harry let out tiny sounds of pleasure. She wanted to show him that she worshipped his cock, and she would do everything in her power to make him feel good.

Harry’s hips jerked forward suddenly, and Hermione ended up getting every inch of his cock pushed down her throat. Her eyes bulged out and she spluttered around his cock, but that just made Harry groan even harder from the pleasure of it all.

“Fuck, Hermione,” Harry grunted as he pulled his hips back and then slammed forward again. “You feel so fucking good.”

There was nothing Hermione could do except relax her throat as Harry fucked it. Though, in truth, she loved this. Harry was finally unleashing everything he had on her, and she was taking it like a nasty little slut. He was dominating her completely, and this was exactly what she’d wanted for so long. Her panties must have been completely soaked through by now.

Harry kept thrusting again and again until the edges of Hermione’s vision began to darken from the lack of oxygen. Then, as if sensing her discomfort, he suddenly pulled his hips back.

Hermione gasped for breath loudly as she could finally breathe again. Several thick strands of saliva that connected her lips with Harry’s cock broke off as he walked away from her. She wanted to beg him to come back, but then she felt a wave of magic wash over her and vanish her clothes.

The cold castle air that ran across her nude body brought a shiver down her spine. The corded ropes binding her burned her body, but then she suddenly felt them alter into a soft, silky material. Harry was pacing behind her, doing all of this. She wondered how she looked to him at that moment. Was she as sexy and desirable as he remembered?

His hands warmed up the bare skin of her thighs. As he shuffled forward to stand between her thighs, she could feel his bare hip against her.

He was naked! And his cock was—

Hermione bit her lip as she felt Harry’s cock poke her inner thigh. He felt so fucking big, and she needed him inside of her this instant. His cock inched along her skin until he pressed against her clit.

Hermione felt like she was going to be driven insane as Harry’s cock started rubbing her clit in smooth circles. He kept teasing her by moving up to her wet slit, only to return back down to her clit moments later. She had been so worked up from today that every single touch felt electrifying.

“Harry, I can’t take it anymore,” Hermione whined. “Please, just fuck me.”

“You were the one who started this teasing today,” Harry reminded her.

“Not fair,” Hermione pouted as her thighs started to tremble from the pleasure. “You’ve gotten so handsome that it’s impossible to keep my eyes off of you.”

“You’re one to talk,” Harry scoffed playfully. “You’re the most gorgeous witch in existence, and you keep playing with your hair around me and staring at me with those bedroom eyes of yours. Do you know how hard it’s been to not just ravish you in the common room once everyone’s gone off to bed?”

Did she ever.

“You should’ve done it,” Hermione told him bluntly.

“Maybe I will later tonight,” Harry replied.

“I hope that I don’t have to wait until later tonight to feel you inside of me,” Hermione said emphatically. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take Harry teasing her clit like this.

“Beg me to fuck you again,” Harry told her.

“Please, please, please fuck me!” Hermione cried out as his cock pressed down firmly on her clit.

“Louder,” Harry snapped.

“Harry! I need you to fuck my pussy right now!” Hermione shouted as loud as she could, making her breasts strain against the bonds holding her in place. “I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life! I want you to fuck me until my mind goes blank and you fill me up with your hot, sticky cum and—”

Hermione let out a guttural cry of victory as Harry’s cock speared inside of her. His impressive length slammed all the way forward, filling her up in an instant and knocking the air out of her lungs. But he didn’t give her so much as a second to recover before he started fucking her hard and rough.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” Harry groaned as he grabbed her hips and thrust back into her tight pussy.

The feeling of Harry’s cock stretching out her inner walls like this really was making Hermione’s mind go blank. Even her memories didn’t do this justice. Getting fucked by Harry was a singularly unique experience that could only be understood in the moment. He drove her wild enough that her mind couldn’t encapsulate just how overwhelmingly pleasurable he felt.

Hermione’s body swung forward as the silk ropes holding her in place loosened a bit. It felt almost like she was getting fucked while lying down on a swing. The power of Harry’s thrusts jolted her entire body forward, and then she’d swing backwards into him just as he thrust back inside of her. The loud smacks of their bodies making contact rang out through the room, setting a steady beat.

The uncontrollable moans that escaped her lips were unlike anything she ever did when she was alone in bed pleasuring herself. Harry’s cock was hitting some special spot inside of her that made her body tremble and spasm in overwhelming delight. His rough hands digging into her hips reinforced his control over her too. She felt like she utterly belonged to him at this moment.

A mounting heat grew and grew in her core the longer that Harry fucked her. She started panting as the heat grew to be too much, and her walls began to twitch around Harry’s massive cock. She wasn’t going to last long like this.

“Harry, mmh—” Hermione bit her lip again to stop a squeal from coming out. “I’m—”

“Close? I know,” Harry grunted. Still, even knowing that, he continued to slam into her pussy as hard and fast as he could. He wanted to break her completely. “So am I.”

He was going to cum in her. The thought of it left her trembling in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock pulse and throb inside of her again as he spewed out his seed. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, making him curse up a storm, but he kept fucking her as well as he could.

This time, when Hermione said his name, she screamed it.

“Harry!” Hermione cried as her body was finally consumed by the orgasm that had been building up inside of her for so long. Her legs felt like jelly as she trembled around him, and every nerve inside of her was alight with pleasure.

Harry barely managed another thrust before he slammed himself as deep inside of her pussy as he could go and unleashed a torrent of cum that left Hermione’s mind reeling. She could feel the hot spray of his seed deep inside of her, and it felt glorious. She rode the high from the pleasure for as long as she could, but it inevitably faded.

He pulled out of her, leaving her gasping, panting, and desperately wanting more. She could feel his cum starting to drip out of her swollen hole and run down her thighs.

The rustle of clothing was the only sign that Harry was getting dressed again. A few moments later, the ropes holding Hermione in place gently lowered her down to the ground, but her legs were shaking too badly to allow her to stand. Before she could fall to the ground though, Harry’s strong arms caught her. He lifted her up, and with a flick of his wand, made a fresh set of Hogwarts robes appear on her.

Hermione snuggled her head against his chest, just taking a moment to breathe in his scent. “Tonight, after everyone goes to bed, you’re the one getting tied up,” she told him.

His chest rumbled as he laughed. “It’s a date.”

Hermione smiled to herself, her plan already in place. She wasn’t done with her Magic Hand.