Thanking Harry (Ch. 10 - Hermione's Transformation)

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+

"Have you been fucking those sluts again!?" Hermione hissed as soon as she had dragged Harry into a secluded spot in the Gryffindor common room. She was sniffing around him, as if trying to pick up the scent of another woman. "I told you to come to me if you ever needed anything. I could have helped you..." she added, pouting, a blush spreading over her pale cheeks.

Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking at her. She's acting like we're together, he thought. He found it secretly amusing, and honestly, he did not mind her little possessive act one bit.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry replied, feigning ignorance as he brushed past her and made his way towards one of the many cosy seating arrangements.

Still, he was impressed with her sense of smell. He had certainly had his fill of pussy today, stuffing both Tracey and Daphne on his big, fat cock in one glorious threesome.

"Stop lying to me, Harry!" Hermione tried again. "I can smell Luna on you! It almost smells like you've been bathing in her leaking pussy juices!" she whispered in a low hiss, eyes flicking between him and the common room, as if fearing one of their peers would hear her talking dirty like that. "Harry, please," Hermione pleaded, a hint of desperation in her voice. She bit her lower lip, as she watched him expectantly.

Harry blinked at her. Luna? he thought. "Ahh, right!" he said, suddenly remembering. "I did help Luna with a little situation in the hallways an hour or so ago. And while she did indeed smear her 'pussy juices', as you so eloquently put it, on my trousers, there was nothing... sexual about that encounter, if that's what you're implying," he finished.

Hermione hmped, looking like she wanted to say more, but she finally resigned, sitting down in the armchair facing him across the small, round table. She opened her own book, and got to studying.

But focus—it seemed—eluded her. Harry could see the deep red blush that had crept up her neck and cheeks, the way her eyes darted away from his whenever they met. She was biting her lip, squirming in her seat, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

"You've been distracted all evening, Hermione," Harry said, leaning back in his armchair, his eyes never leaving her face. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

Hermione looked around carefully, making sure nobody could see them, her breath hitching. "N—No," she stammered. Then, she bit her lip, her eyes meeting his defiantly, before her fingers began to fumble with the top buttons of her shirt.

Harry watched in amazement as button after button came undone, revealing more and more of her pale, smooth skin. After the fourth button, her large breasts practically spilled out from her shirt, her soft, pink nipples peeking shyly at him from over the edges.

Fucking hell, he thought, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers.

"Just a little warm," she sighed innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. She returned her attention to her book, pretending to read.

Harry was speechless.

He watched in stunned silence as Hermione—his prudish, uptight friend—brazenly showed off her perfect, round tits for him to feast his eyes on in the middle of the Gryffindor common room while she studied.

When their eyes met again, this time, Hermione did not avert her gaze. The blush that had painted her cheeks remained, and her eyes were shining with desire.

They stared at each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. And while Harry was dying to stick his fat cock inside her quivering pussy right in that very moment, he held on. If she wanted his cock, she would have to beg for it. And if her renewed blush at his raised eyebrow was any indication, she was getting the message loud and clear.

To Harry's satisfaction, it didn't take long for Hermione to act on her desires. With a hitched breath and another quick look around the common room to ensure the coast was clear, Hermione raised a delicate hand up to her face, curling her fingers around what could only have been a large, phallus-shaped object. Harry watched with bathed breath as her tongue left her pretty mouth, the tip glistening with saliva as she drew her hand slowly back and forth in the air, miming a slow, sensual blowjob.

Fucking hell...

And the way she was looking at him—like a hungry, wanton whore—it made Harry wonder if she had perhaps been an untapped, desperate slut in her past lives.

He watched in stunned disbelief as she continued to please the imaginary cock with her tongue and fingers. With every slow, teasing pump of her arm, her perky tits jiggled gently. The sight was driving him wild. Harry was rock hard, his cock threatening to break through the fabric of his trousers as her sensual motions had him harder and harder with each stroke.

But when a drop of saliva fell from the tip of her tongue, splattering onto the swell of her breast, and then slid down and pooled in the cleavage of her tits, Harry felt like he would snap any minute.

"Hermione," he said through gritted teeth, his face contorted with lust.

She ignored him, continuing to stroke the invisible cock, having the time of her life. Her chest heaved as she grew more aroused, her breasts swelling and heaving before his very eyes.

She was driving him utterly mad.

"I think it's time we get you out of those clothes," Harry growled, his need to act finally winning out. Before Hermione could even react, Harry had risen from his seat and stalked towards her.

"Harry, what are you—?" she began, but her words quickly turned into a playful shriek as he yanked her out of her seat and threw her over his shoulder.

"Room. Now," Harry growled, as he stalked through the common room, Hermione over his shoulder. He could hear her giggle as she dangled upside down in his grasp, not caring who saw her in her state of undress.

As soon as they had crossed the threshold of Harry's bedroom, he kicked the door shut and locked it behind them with a swift flick of his wrist. Hermione wasted no time, already on her knees and digging her fingers into the waistband of his trousers. "Please," she whimpered, her voice laced with need.

Harry smirked, watching her. "That was quite the little show you put on downstairs," he remarked, as he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. "You want people to see you like that? With your tits out and your body on display?" he asked, watching her as he slowly revealed his muscled chest.

Hermione blushed, looking away. "I—No, I just—I wanted to make you happy," she stammered.

Harry chuckled, bending down to help her pull his trousers and boxers off completely. He stood naked before her, his fat cock jutting out proudly, straight at her pretty, plump lips.

"Don't lie to yourself, Hermione," he said, smirking. "You did that for yourself too. You loved how it felt to show off your tits to me. You wanted people to see you like that. Admit it," he said, taking a step closer, putting the tip of his cock at her lips.

Hermione blushed scarlet, still avoiding his gaze in favour of staring cross-eyed at the thick, fat cock in her face.

"Say it," Harry demanded, prodding her lips gently.

"I—I did," she admitted quietly, her lips moving gently against his cockhead as she spoke. "I liked it," she added, her eyes meeting his.

Harry smiled, letting his eyes roam over her body. "Good," he said. "Because you'll be doing things that are far more embarrassing—and humiliating—than that in the future," he added, his voice low.

He watched as she shuddered at the promise, already wide-eyed with excitement. He chuckled, his hands going up to tangle in her long, bushy brown hair and guiding her open mouth over his throbbing cock. "Take it," he demanded, watching in satisfaction as her pink, wet tongue came out to lap at his leaking crown. "Take my cock," he commanded, thrusting gently.

And Hermione was only too ready to oblige. Soon his entire shaft was slick with her saliva—slutty moans and slurps coming from her throat as she worked herself into a frenzy sucking his fat cock, working it and worshipping it like a depraved whore.

Harry enjoyed the display immensely. He watched with satisfaction as she licked and slurped all over his cock, letting her tongue explore and wander where it pleased, teasing the fat knob of his crown, twirling it and fondling with it. It was driving him mad, feeling her small, pink tongue glide over him, teasing the sensitive flesh, the little flicks and caresses that felt as if they were lighting up every one of his nerves with raging pleasure, all while playing with his balls and rubbing circles all over him as she worshipped him with her tongue.

It was driving him so wild that he pulled out of her mouth, still slick with her saliva and spit. Her muffled whimpers of dismay were the hottest sound he'd ever heard, and he revelled in the way she clung to him, all the while her eyes implored him to thrust back into her mouth, as if pleading for mercy.

But Harry would have none of it. Instead, he dragged her up to her feet and threw her on the bed. Hermione quickly scrambled on all fours, presenting herself to him, as if a bitch in heat ready to be bred by a dominant alpha male.

Harry chuckled. The sight was so pathetic that it drove him wild, and his balls immediately grew heavy with wanton need for the little witch.

Without wasting time, he flipped her skirt up, ready to tear her panties off and—

But there were none.

The thought of her sitting in class in the middle of the day without even a pair of panties guarding her delicious cunt made his balls boil with need. The very thought of his little bookworm walking around the castle like this had him harder and more desperate than ever before.

And as if to prove to himself how needy and lewd she really was, he slipped a finger into her pussy, finding her folds to be soaking with need already, leaking like crazy.

Hermione moaned, hiding her face in the bed. "Harry, please," she pleaded, even as she pushed her hips back onto his finger.

"Please what, Hermione?" Harry asked, pulling his finger out of her. He took his cock in his hand, positioning it right at the entrance of her pussy.

"Please fuck me," she whispered, her voice muffled by the bed.

Harry smirked, drawing the tip of his cock gently up and down along her slit, gathering her juices. "I thought you'd never ask," he said. And with that, he thrust inside her, his fat cock filling her completely in one, single stroke.

Hermione screamed into the sheets, her hands gripping the bed as Harry started to move his hips, fucking her hard and fast. "Harry, oh Merlin, yes!" she screamed, her moans of pleasure vibrating through the bedposts until Harry was sure the entire house could hear them.

Not that he minded much. If anything, he wanted the whole school to know that he was a man capable of evoking the absolute whorish sounds that left Hermione's lips. Let the world hear how he was fucking his little prude friend hard, how she begged and screamed for him to plunge himself deeper and deeper into her eager cunt, how she trembled and orgasmed with wild moans and desperate screams.

"Harder," Hermione begged, lifting her head up to look back at him. "Fuck me harder, Harry!" she shouted. "Shove—hah!—shove that monster of a cock deep into my pussy!" she said, before falling back down and squealing into the pillows with a high-pitched moan.

Harry was never one to disappoint.

With a delicious grin, he gripped her hips so hard that his nails dug into her soft skin before he began to thrust deeper, filling the room with the wet sound of his fat cock hammering into her tight pussy, and the sound of Hermione's incoherent begging as he filled her deep and hard, rutting into her with all his might.

The little slut moaned into the pillow like a whore, her fists gripping the sheets tightly with every thrust of his cock, her entire body writhing from the vicious pounding he was delivering to her little cunt. Saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth, and as her head turned once more and her eyes met his, he thought he had reached a new level of arousal from the look of exquisite pleasure etched across her features.

"You're a fucking whore," Harry grunted, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. "A filthy, needy whore. Say it," he demanded, spanking her ass.

"I—hah!—I'm a whore!" Hermione screamed, her voice raw and hoarse. "I'm a filthy, needy whore for your cock, Harry!" she added.

"Good girl," Harry praised, spanking her ass again. "Good fucking girl," he said, his eyes never leaving her ass as he watched his cock disappear inside her cunt.

"Harry, I'm—I'm gonna cum!" Hermione squealed, loud enough for the entire school to hear by this point, her body beginning to shake and convulse with the force of her impending orgasm.

"Then cum for me, Hermione," Harry said, his voice demanding. "Cum all over my cock," he added, his hips slapping against her arse cheeks with an almost frantic rhythm.

And with a final, piercing scream, Hermione came, her body convulsing and her cunt squeezing his cock so hard that he saw stars.

Harry groaned, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He came hard, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her as he filled her needy cunt with his seed.

Hermione moaned, her body going limp as she collapsed on the bed, her breathing ragged and her body slick with sweat.

Harry took in the sight of her beneath him—her face pressed into the sheets, her tits flattened against the mattress, her pretty little mouth curved in a small, contented smile.

She looks utterly fucked, he thought, chuckling.

He pulled out of her, letting his cock slap against her plump butt-cheeks with a wet thud, before dropping down on the bed beside her.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Harry glanced over at Hermione. Her face was still red, a lazy smile stretching her lips. "You look content," he remarked with a smirk.

She blushed, her eyes looking away. "I—Yes, well," she stammered.

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "You're quite the impressive fuck-toy, you know?" he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Only for you," she whispered, snuggling into him.

Harry smiled. "Yeah. Only for me," he said, before falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+