The Hogwarts PlayWitch (Ch. 7 - Hermione Granger)

Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.

The Great Hall was abuzz with excited whispers and hushed conversations as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered. The cause of this commotion was none other than the latest issue of PlayWitch, which had been circulating among the students since dawn. The cover featured a moving image of Daphne Greengrass, stark naked and bent over a table, her glistening pussy stuffed full by a long, thick cock.

Harry and Ron exchanged smug grins as they took their seats next to Ginny, who was already engrossed in the magazine. Hermione, who remained blissfully unaware of the boys' involvement in the scandalous publication, glanced at the magazine in Ginny's hands, her eyes widening in shock as she caught a glimpse of the explicit content.

"I can't believe this filth is circulating around the school," Hermione huffed, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "And who in their right mind would agree to be featured like this?"

Ginny looked up from the magazine. "Oh, you'd be surprised, Hermione. In fact, I think you should give it a go." She winked at Harry, who nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Me? You can't be serious, Ginny. I would never... I mean, look at this!" She gestured to the magazine, where Daphne's visceral moans of pleasure could almost be heard from the pages as the thick cock slid in and out of her. "It's just... just obscene!"

Ginny laughed, "It doesn't have to be that extreme. Look here." She flipped to the last page, where the bounties for future features were listed. At the top of the list was the name 'Hermione Granger', together with a set of options and their corresponding rewards. "See? They're offering you 100 Galleons just for a shoot in skimpy clothing. No penetration necessary."

Hermione's eyes widened as she scanned the list. "But... but why would they want me? I'm not exactly known for my... assets."

Harry, feeling a rush of warmth towards Hermione, interjected, "Come on, Hermione. You're gorgeous. You've got a brilliant mind and a beautiful body. Any bloke would be lucky to see you in something sexy."

Hermione blushed deeply, tucking a strand of her bushy hair behind her ear. "You really think so, Harry?"

"Absolutely," Harry murmured, the truth plain in his eyes. "You'd be amazing."

Hermione bit her lip, considering the offer. "I don't know... It's a lot of money, but I'm not sure if I could do something like that."

Ginny nudged her playfully. "Come on, Hermione. Live a little. It's not like you have to fuck anyone. Just put on a cute little outfit and pose for some pictures. Easy peasy."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Alright, alright. I'll think about it."

...

A few days later, Hermione found herself standing outside the Room of Requirement, her heart pounding in her chest. She had decided to take the plunge, telling herself that it was just a bit of harmless fun and a way to make some extra money. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was already set up as a cozy photography studio, complete with soft lighting, a plush sofa, and a variety of provocative outfits laid out on a nearby table. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her nerves fluttering in her stomach.

"Hermione, you made it."

She turned to see Harry standing behind her, a warm smile on his face. "Harry? What are you doing here?"

"I'm the photographer," he explained, holding up a camera. "Ron and I run the magazine. Didn't Ginny tell you?"

Hermione shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "No, she didn't. But I must admit, I feel more comfortable knowing it's you." Then, her eyes suddenly widened as a realisation struck her. "Wait, does that mean... the thick—I mean... the cock in the last issue...? Were you and Daphne...?"

Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was me. It's not something I planned, but Daphne was insistent, and one thing led to another..."

Hermione's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but she couldn't help the curious glance she cast towards Harry's crotch, hoping to catch a glimpse of it. She quickly looked away, her heart pounding. "I see. Well, I suppose that's... impressive."

Harry laughed. "Don't worry, Hermione. My cock stays in my trousers for today; we won't do anything you're not comfortable with. Now, let's get you into something sexy, shall we?"

Harry had meant his words to be reassuring, but as soon as they left his lips, he saw a flicker of disappointment flash across Hermione's face. It was only there for a moment, and he was sure no one else would have picked up on it, but Harry knew her well enough to notice.

"Great," she answered, her smile back in place, "Let's do it."

Harry led her over to the table of skimpy outfits, letting Hermione take her time browsing through the selection. She sifted through the various options, her cheeks flushing as she imagined herself in each one. There were lacy bras and tiny thongs, stockings and garters, and even a few sexy schoolgirl uniforms. Finally, she settled on one of the uniforms. It was a perverted twist on their Hogwarts robes, complete with a tiny pleated skirt, a low-cut white blouse, and a pair of knee-high socks.

As she changed into the outfit, Hermione couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her arse, and the blouse drooped so low that her breasts were practically spilling out. She felt positively scandalous, and she couldn't wait to see Harry's reaction.

When she emerged from behind the changing screen, Harry's jaw dropped. "Merlin, Hermione... You look... incredible."

Hermione blushed, smoothing her hands down the tiny skirt, as if that would somehow hide more of her body. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," Harry breathed, circling her like a predator, his eyes roving over every inch of her body. "You're fucking stunning."

Emboldened by his praise, Hermione stood taller, pushing her chest out and striking a provocative pose. "Like this?"

Harry could hardly believe the girl in front of him was the same Hermione he'd known for years. Sure, she was brilliant, and her beauty had always been apparent to him, but he'd never seen her like this—confident, self-assured, and unabashedly sexy. If he had known that her tits were this plump and perky, or that she had this amazing, peachy, bubble butt hidden away under her voluminous robes, he would have jumped her ages ago.

He took a few shots, the camera clicking as he circled her. "Fuck, you're amazing, Hermione. Look at you."

Hermione giggled, striking another pose. "I feel silly," she admitted, but the grin on her face betrayed her enjoyment.

"You don't look silly," Harry assured her, snapping a few more pictures. "You look sexy as hell. Here, try this." He handed her a stack of books, which she took with a curious glance. "Now, hold them up under your tits like this." Harry adjusted her arms, pressing the books against her chest to make her cleavage push up and out over the top of her blouse. "There. Perfect."

"Harry! It feels like my breasts are going to spill out!" Hermione exclaimed, the slightest hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.

"That's exactly the point," Harry replied, snapping a few more pictures as Hermione held the position, rolling her eyes playfully even as the flush deepened on her cheeks. "Great, perfect! Now, look around, as if you're making sure no one's watching. That's it... Perfect. Now, push those tits out a little more, yeah, perfect!"

Hermione obliged, playing along with the pose, never realising that this momentary lapse would change her relationship with Harry forever. She pressed her books up and, in doing so, pushed her blouse open a little too far, giving Harry—and everyone who would eventually read the next issue of PlayWitch—an unobstructed view of her tits as they spilled out from her blouse, her pink-nippled glory on full display.

"Aah!" Hermione gasped, grabbing ahold of the open blouse, hurriedly trying to cover her exposed flesh with the books, her eyes flicking up to meet Harry's. The camera clicked a few more times, documenting her flustered expression for all of eternity. "H-Harry! I didn't mean to..."

"Don't be embarrassed," Harry said, setting down the camera, letting it hang by its strap around his neck. "You looked unbelievably sexy."

Hermione could feel a deep blush on her face, the warmth flooding up from her neck to her face as her cheeks flushed pink, and from there to her ears, as if the heat had to conquer every inch of her. Even as her face burned with shame, there was a part of her that enjoyed the reaction Harry had given her, a thrill that shot through her body as if she had just unlocked some hidden power she never knew was there.

"What now?" she asked, desperate to hear more of Harry's praise.

"Well, now that we have some shots of your tits, let's work on something else," Harry said. "How about you drop the books behind you and bend over, pretend that you just dropped them on accident. That's it. Perfect! I want to see that gorgeous arse of yours!"

Hermione obeyed, turning around and bending over, the short skirt lifting to reveal her round, full cheeks, her tiny thong disappearing between them, outlining her pussy as she bent over. She could practically feel his eyes burning into her, and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and straight to her pussy. She just hoped that the wetness between her thighs wasn't seeping out of her panties for all the world to see.

Harry clicked away, his cock rock hard, straining against his trousers. The sight of Hermione bent over like that, her pussy barely covered by that scrap of lace, was almost too much to bear. He couldn't help but imagine how easy it would be to step up behind her, pull that thong to the side, and slide his cock deep into her tight, wet cunt.

Still, Harry kept himself in check, refocusing on the task at hand.

"Perfect. You look so fucking sexy like that."

"T-Thank you...?" Hermione answered, the words leaving her in a breathless gasp.

With the final shots taken, she straightened up and turned to face him again. Her face was still flushed red with embarrassment, her breasts still spilling out of her top, but there was something different about her eyes—they weren't filled with shame anymore. They were burning, shining with the thrill of exposure and the excitement of this dangerous game.

And then, her eyes dropped to his crotch, and she caught sight of the prize she had unknowingly unleashed; his straining bulge, the hard outline of his thick, throbbing cock snaking down one leg of his trousers. Instantly, the fire returned to her face, blushing bright red as her cheeks caught flame.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the magnificent outline. She remembered the image of it from the magazine, long and thick and veined as it plundered the deepest depths of Daphne's leaking pussy. She wondered what it would feel like in her hands, or better yet, pounding away at her virgin cunt. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. "Harry... are you... are you hard?"

Harry didn't bother denying it. "Fuck, Hermione, how could I not be? Look at you. With your tits out, and your arse in the air, that plump cunt of yours so fucking wet that I can practically smell it from over here. You're a fucking goddess. Of course I'm hard."

"Harry..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that... that 50 Galleon bounty for pictures with your cock still open?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean you want to...?"

Hermione nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I think I do. Just let me... let me try something."

Before Harry could even react, Hermione was on her knees in front of him, her hands reaching up to undo his belt. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, hardly believing what was happening. This was Hermione, his brilliant, bookish friend, kneeling before him, about to take out his thick, hard cock.

With a final tug, Hermione undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Harry's cock sprang free, slapping her across the cheek, the thick, meaty shaft leaving a smear of pre-cum across her face. Hermione gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his cock. It was even bigger than she had imagined, the thick veins pulsing with his heartbeat, the dark-purple head glistening with pre-cum.

"Oh my god, Harry..." she breathed, her eyes locked on his cock. "It's so... big," she murmured, her words failing her.

Harry chuckled, the sound strained as he fought to maintain control. "Yeah, it is. But don't worry, we'll take things slow."

Hermione nodded, reaching up to wrap her hand around his shaft. It was so thick that her fingers barely touched. She stroked him gently, her eyes fixed on the fat head of his cock as it leaked a steady stream of pre-cum.

Harry groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he thrust into her hand. "Fuck, Hermione. That feels so good."

Hermione smiled, her confidence growing as she continued to stroke him. "I'm glad. Now, let's take some pictures."

Harry nodded, lifting the camera once more. He snapped a few shots of his cock in her hand, the head of it pressed against her cheek, her lips, and then her tongue as she lapped up the pre-cum that beaded at the tip.

"Fuck, Hermione," Harry groaned, his hips bucking as she continued to lick and stroke him. "You're driving me crazy."

Hermione smiled, her eyes meeting his as she continued to tease him. "I'm sorry, Harry. I don't mean to tease you so much."

Harry laughed, the sound strained. "Don't be sorry, Hermione. It just means you're doing it right."

Hermione giggled, her hand never stopping its steady stroking. "I'm glad. But I think... I think I want to do more than just tease."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Hermione bit her lip, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "I mean... I want to make you feel good, Harry. I want to make you cum."

Harry groaned, his hips bucking as she continued to stroke him. "Fuck, Hermione. Are you sure?"

Hermione nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure. I feel bad for leaving you so... worked up, Harry. Let me, please..."

Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing. He nodded, his voice thick with desire. "Okay. If you're sure."

Hermione smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the head of his cock. She licked up the length of him, her tongue tracing the thick veins that ran along his shaft. Harry groaned, his hips bucking as she continued to tease him, his fingers gripping the camera with all their might as they struggled to keep it steady.

"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, his hands wanting nothing more than to tangle in her hair as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him gently, her head bobbing as she took him deeper and deeper. Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he fought to hold back.

"Hermione," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm going to cum."

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She tried to pull back, to gain some semblance of control, but it was too late. With a groan, Harry came, and with his cock now free of her tight throat, Hermione was treated to a face full of his load as wave after wave of semen streaked across her pretty features, coating her lips, cheeks and nose and some even finding its way into her long, brown hair.

But Hermione was nothing if not a quick thinker, and as the never-ending stream of cum threatened to blind her, she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock once more, redirecting the last of his cum down her throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, her eyes watering slightly as she took every last drop of him.

When she finally pulled back, her face was a mess, streaked with his cum. But she was smiling, her eyes shining with a newfound confidence.

"How was that, Harry?" she asked, her voice soft.

Harry laughed, shaking his head in disbelief and snapping one last picture for good measure. "That was... fucking amazing, Hermione. You're a natural."

Hermione blushed, but she was clearly pleased with herself. "I'm glad. And... I think I might want to do this again sometime."

Harry grinned, helping her up from the floor. "I think that can be arranged."

As they cleaned up and Hermione changed back into her regular clothes, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the transformation he had witnessed. Hermione had gone from a shy, bookish girl to a confident, sexy woman in the span of a single photo shoot. And he had a feeling that this was only the beginning of their adventures together.

As Hermione was about to leave, she turned back to Harry, a shy smile on her face. "Harry... do you think I could take the outfit with me? I think... I think I might want to wear it again sometime."

Harry grinned, handing her the skimpy schoolgirl uniform. "Of course, Hermione. It's yours. And I look forward to seeing you in it again."

Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.