Hermione After Practice (Ch. 3 - Caught by Malfoy)

Author's Note: Here is what I consider to be the final chapter of Hermione After Practice, or at least the last chapter that I had outlined before I started all the other series I am currently writing. The previous chapters in this story should be available in the Collections tab if you would like to read those.

Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).

"Well... You should probably get dressed, Harry," Hermione said hesitantly, her eyes darting around the room. "Someone might come in... And I don't think I want to get caught by the Slytherins with your cum all over my face."

Harry laughed, his hands moving up to cup her face as he drew her closer. "Why not? It'd be fun to see you explain it to them," he teased.

Hermione blushed, rolling her eyes, but she couldn't help the little thrill that went through her at the thought of being caught in such a scandalous position. Harry must have sensed her excitement because his grin only grew wider.

"Good girl," Harry said, slapping his hardening cock against her cum-covered cheek. "Now, let's get you out of those robes, shall we?"

Hermione bit her lip, a nervous habit that somehow made her look even sexier. She was wearing simple school robes, but the thought of disrobing in front of Harry had her heart pounding.

"I... I don't know, Harry," she stammered, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her robes. "What if someone comes in?"

"Then they'll get an eyeful, won't they?" he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, Hermione. I want to see you. All of you."

Hermione took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she began to unbutton her robes. She could feel Harry's eyes on her, his gaze like a physical touch. She squirmed under his scrutiny, her cheeks flushing pink.

Despite her hesitation, she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her as she slid the robes from her shoulders and let them pool at her feet, revealing her simple white blouse and grey skirt underneath. The blouse was tucked neatly into the waistband of her skirt, the material stretched taut over the curves of her breasts. Her skirt reached mid-thigh, leaving her long, pale legs on display. She could feel the cool air against her skin, making her nipples harden beneath her blouse. She hugged her arms around herself, trying to cover her body.

Harry laughed. "Didn't you just call yourself my cum-gobbling whore?" he taunted. "Stop being such a prude, Hermione. You're beautiful. Show yourself off."

Hermione's cheeks were on fire now, but she forced herself to drop her arms to her sides, exposing her body to Harry's gaze. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in every inch of her skin.

"Turn around," Harry commanded, his voice hoarse.

Hermione did as he said, turning slowly until her back was to him. She could feel his eyes on her arse, and she couldn't help but stick it out slightly, conscious of how it made the skirt ride up even higher, giving him a better view of what she had to offer.

"Fuck, Hermione," Harry groaned. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Hermione could feel her pussy throbbing at his words, her panties growing damp. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache between her legs.

"Bend over the bench," Harry ordered, his voice thick with desire.

Hermione didn't hesitate for even a moment before doing as he said, bending over the wooden bench in the middle of the room. She could feel her skirt riding all the way up, leaving nothing but her tiny thong between Harry's hungry eyes and her pussy.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Hermione," Harry groaned, his eyes tracing the damp spot on her panties. "You're absolutely gagging for it, aren't you?"

Hermione blushed, squirming slightly, the outline of her pussy growing more pronounced as her thighs rubbed together. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, unable to meet his eyes.

Harry laughed. "Liar," he said, his voice teasing. "You're a dirty little slut, Hermione. Admit it. You're just waiting for me to rip those panties off and stick my cock in you, aren't you?"

Hermione gasped, scandalised. "Harry! I am not a slut!" she protested, even as her pussy throbbed with need.

Harry just laughed again, and then she felt it—her skirt was lifted up, and the hot, hard length of his cock slapped against her arse cheek. She jumped slightly, startled.

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.

"Just admiring the view," Harry said, his voice thick with desire. He slapped his cock against her arse again, before grinding it against her panty-clad pussy lips.

Hermione moaned, her hips bucking slightly. She couldn't believe how good it felt, the sensation of his hard cock against her sensitive pussy.

"Harry..." she moaned, her voice trembling.

"That's it, Hermione," Harry groaned, his fat cock along her covered pussy lips. "Moan for me. Let me hear how much you want this."

Hermione bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans. But it was no use. The sensation of Harry's cock against her pussy was too much, and she couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan.

"Fuck, you sound so sexy, Hermione," Harry groaned. "You sound like a bitch in heat. Like a dirty little slut who's desperate to be fucked."

Hermione whimpered, her hips bucking back against Harry's cock. She was scandalised, but she couldn't deny the thrill that went through her at his words. She was a slut—Harry's slut. She was his to fuck and use and discard as he pleased.

"Tell me you want it, Hermione," Harry ordered, grinding his cock against her wet panties. "Tell me you want my fat cock in your tight little cunt."

Hermione moaned, her body trembling with desire. She couldn't believe how much she wanted it, how much she needed it. She felt like she was going to explode if she didn't get it soon.

"Please, Harry," she begged, her voice desperate. "Please, fuck me. Please, I need it so bad."

Harry groaned, his hands moving up to grasp her hips. He ground his cock against her pussy, the fabric of her panties the only barrier between them.

"Fuck, you're so sexy when you beg, Hermione," he groaned. "That needy little whimper you make—fuck, you're driving me wild."

Hermione moaned, her body trembling with need. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked with her juices. She needed this so bad.

Harry's hands moved around her body, grasping the collar of her blouse. With a sudden, violent motion, he tore it open, buttons flying everywhere. Hermione gasped, startled, as her blouse fell open, revealing her lace-covered breasts.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself.

But Harry just batted her hands away, his eyes feasting on her tits over her shoulder. "Fuck, Hermione," he groaned. "Even your tits are perfect."

Hermione blushed, her body squirming under his gaze. She could feel her nipples hardening, straining against the fabric of her bra.

"Harry..." she moaned, her voice desperate. "Just—just stick it in already!"

Harry chuckled, his hands moving around to her back. He unhooked her bra, letting her tits spill free. He cupped them, his fingers squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. "Patience, Hermione," he chided, squeezing her tits gently. "Good things come to those who wait."

Hermione whimpered, her hips bucking back against his cock. She was going out of her mind with need, her pussy clenching with desire.

"Patience!?!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration. "Harry, I'm going crazy here! The Slytherins have practice in 10 minutes! I need you to fuck me now!"

Harry laughed, his hands moving down to her panties. "Well, when you put it like that..." He slid them down her legs, letting them pool at her feet.

And then, finally, she felt it—the thick, blunt head of Harry's cock pressing against her dripping entrance. She moaned, her body trembling so hard that her knees almost gave out from under her. She was so close. So. Fucking. Close.

But Harry didn't push inside. Instead, she felt his thumb pressing against her arsehole, circling the tight little hole.

"Harry?" she gasped, startled. "What are you doing?"

"I thought this was what you meant by sticking it in," Harry said, his voice teasing. "Didn't you mean here?"

Hermione gasped, scandalised. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "I did not mean there! I meant—Oh, fuck!"

She trailed off with a moan as Harry's thumb pushed inside her arse. She had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of Harry's thumb in her arse. It was dirty and wrong and oh so fucking good.

But his thumb wasn't the only thing invading her body at that moment. His other hand quickly found itself busy as well, his fingers snaking around to her front, working her clit, making her squirm and moan. The thick length of his cock was the last to join the fray, sliding along her drenched folds, teasing her opening, constantly threatening to slip inside; to plunge the depths of her wanton cunt.

"Harry!" she screamed, her body convulsing as she came. "Oh, fuck, Harry! Yes!"

Harry laughed, his thumb still buried in her arse. "That's it, Hermione," he groaned. "Cum for me. Let me hear you scream."

Hermione did just that, her body shaking and convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. She felt like she was going to pass out, the pleasure was so intense.

And then, just as she was coming down from her high, she felt it—Harry's cock, thick and hard, stretching her wide. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt him slide in, inch by delicious inch.

"Fuck, you're tight, Hermione," Harry groaned, his hips pushing forward until he was buried to the hilt inside her. "You're so fucking tight."

Hermione was in heaven. She had never felt so full before, so stuffed full of cock. She could feel every inch of Harry's shaft, every vein and ridge, pressing against the walls of her cunt. It was the most exquisite feeling she had ever experienced.

"Harry..." she moaned, her voice desperate. "Harry, I'm going to cum again..."

But if she thought that was going to make Harry take it easy on her, she was sorely mistaken. As soon as the words left her lips, he began to fuck her in earnest, his hips drawing back before snapping forward, slamming his cock into her with savage force. Hermione could feel his heavy balls slapping against her clit, each thrust making her moan and whimper in delight, her body helpless under his onslaught.

And then, before she could process what was happening, she was falling forward onto the bench, her body unable to support her any longer as another orgasm ripped through her. Harry followed her down, his hips snapping forward in quick, erratic thrusts as he fucked her into climax after climax. She could feel her cunt clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before he was joining her in ecstasy.

"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard."

Hermione moaned, her body shaking with anticipation. She wanted it. She wanted to feel Harry's cum inside her, filling her up. She wanted him to breed her, to make her his in every way possible.

But Harry had other plans. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet pop.

Hermione whimpered, suddenly feeling empty. But she didn't have to wait long for her reward. Within moments she felt the hot spray of his cum splattering all over her back. It was the most erotic feeling she had ever experienced, feeling Harry's seed coating her skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling as she came one final time, her cunt clenching emptily.

She was a mess, a sweaty, sticky mess, and she didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of Harry's cum on her skin, the knowledge that she had pleased him.

But her satisfaction was short-lived. Because just then, she heard it—the sound of voices, coming from the entrance to the changing room. Hermione's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up, her eyes meeting Harry's.

"Harry..." she whispered, her voice filled with fear.

But it was too late. The door to the Quidditch changing room burst open, and in walked the Slytherin Quidditch team, led by none other than Draco Malfoy.

Hermione blushed, trying to cover herself with her hands. But it was no use. She was naked, covered in cum, and there was no hiding it.

"Well, well, well," Draco drawled, his eyes taking in the sight before him. "Look what we have here. If it isn't the Golden Boy and his little mudblood whore."

Hermione was blushing something fierce, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She felt like she was going to die of humiliation; caught like this, naked and covered in cum, by the Slytherin Quidditch team no less. Her only saving grace the cum that still smeared her face, at least that would hide the evidence of her shame.

"Malfoy!" she tried protesting, but her voice was weak and unconvincing. "This isn't what it looks like!"

But the juices running down her thighs told a very different story. At least she still had Harry by her side.

Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).