her up:

— Silentsoria! Aaaaaa! - they were surrounded by a soundproof dome.

“Gorgeous as always,” Harry said from a little distance from Hermione.

Now Hermione was moaning at the top of her voice, which immediately caused the culmination of yesterday night.

Meanwhile, Harry's tongue was already circling around Hermione's clit. Occasionally he sucked his lips, teasing with his tongue - all the same experience with Rita was not replaceable. Soon, her screaming merged into one lingering moan, her legs began to twitch involuntarily, and she herself arched and scraped the armrests on the armrests with her nails. Harry leaned over Hermione and kissed her on the lips. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, firmly pressing her bare breasts against him. Harry felt as if the spasms passed through the whole body of his best friend (or now his mistress?). Finally, she was able to open her eyes, which were filled with tears.

- Harry it was ... magical. Thank.

“You're welcome,” Harry smiled. Raising slightly, he kissed her on the lips.

The kiss was long and sweet. By the light of the lamp, her wide, slightly moist eyes seemed bottomless. The girl glared at Harry, still trying to fully recover. Harry realized that she wanted to see a little show. It is not strange that earlier would have caused a wave of shame and not agility, at the moment Harry seemed the most appropriate. Harry stood in front of the chair, smiling slightly, looking into her eyes, he pushed the robe apart and threw it to the floor.

Hermione's eyes immediately ran over his body — yesterday she wasn’t too able to look at Harry’s body (“everything was in a daze — I was too excited” —that she told herself). Slightly slender but muscular. She looked with all her might, broad shoulders, slightly swollen muscles of the biceps, bumps on his press, the path of hair going under the boxers.

“Apollo ...,” she said with her lips alone.

Hermione leaned forward with desire in her eyes. Faced with his swollen black boxers, she looked at Harry with a question.

“Do whatever you like, Miss Granger,” he smiled.

She ran her hand gently down his stomach, sliding across the tubercles of the press and lower abdomen to the cherished elevation on his underpants. Reaching, she laid her hand on him. Even through the fabric she felt the heat coming from the more and more increasing under her arm member.

“Why, he probably is uncomfortable and cramped when this happens,” she thought. Finally, Hermione was emboldened enough to start panties with Harry. As soon as the cloth was removed, the member straightened with extraordinary agility, “aiming” the head exactly at Hermione. She looked at Harry's erect penis, a little glistening from the grease on the head, for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth wide open.

When she gently touched his penis with his hand, Harry felt as if the discharge went through his entire body. Throwing a glance at Harry Hermione clasped his hand.

- What is it hard, - she whispered, slightly squeezing a member of the hand - as if from a stone.

“Didn't you feel its hardness yesterday enough?”

“A hand is another thing,” Hermione smiled shyly, slightly moving her hand, exposing the hot, shiny head of the penis.

“Hermi ... aah,” a groan escaped from Harry.

Having never done this before, Hermione understood exactly what Potter wanted. Fearing to completely take his penis in her mouth, she gently kissed the head (at this moment Harry had to make simply titanic efforts that would not end at once) and carefully began to drive her hand almost from the head to the base.Podrachivaya his penis with one hand, the other she did not arbitrarily began to masturbate - rubbing the wicking "pussy." Her lips at the same time were all the time near the member. She then kissed the head of the penis, then his lips spent on his base. A couple of times, who could not help her childish curiosity, she licked the head, on which there were drops of moisture. Realizing that he liked most of all, she began to hold the language on his penis. From the base to the very head and back. A couple of times, Harry felt the scorching breath on his testicles. Watching her actions was insanely pleasant. It seemed that the already standing member was ready to burst from surging excitement. At the very "edge", having managed to cope with the fire that engulfed him, Harry tried to step back from it.

- Hermi, I am this hour ...

However, Hermione's hand, wet from his own grease, and the hot whisper were his answer:

- I want to ... try ... stop ...

Leaving attempts to restrain himself, he completely surrendered himself to the wonderfully tender hands of the little witch. Closing the eyes of the whole being Harry, as if concentrated on his penis, heavy breathing turned into half-vertical moans. He felt her hot breath, light touches of his hand, it seemed as though her waves of pleasure she delivered to herself with “free hand” were transmitted to him, and in the seconds when her lips or tongue touched the head, his consciousness threatened to explode into billions of fragments.

Reaching the end, Harry was no longer able to restrain himself. Consciousness clouded with a slightly pinkish mist, his legs slightly buckled, his body twitched, and a real mountain stream seemed to be streaming towards his penis, which was heard all over his body with waves of pleasure.

When Harry found an orgasm, Hermione once again licked a drop of Harry's grease, trying to determine its taste. At this moment, a real stream of white seed escaped from the member, which in just two pushes completely (as it seemed to Hermione) filled her mouth. From surprise she swallowed, which left a salty taste. With a little curiosity, she pulled away slightly, watching as more and more new streams of semen flew out of Harry's penis, which settled in frozen stains on her breast, entangled in her hair that had broken out from under her bath towel, flowed in thin streams on her stomach.

Recovering, Harry found Hermione sitting on the floor curiously trying to rid the hair of his sperm. Truth be told, she covered her from head to toe.

“Hermione, I ...,” he looked embarrassed and discouraged.

Hermione rose to her feet and took a magic wand in her hands.

- Harry, if you start now apologize, then I swear I will impose on you Cruciatus and who knows what sadistic inclinations this will reveal in me.

She smiled:

- In truth, I thought that there could be nothing better than yesterday night. - she winked at him playfully, - How glad I was that I was mistaken.

She described the circle above her head with a wand and said:

— Maxim's sperm!

A greenish cloud formed over her head and gently sank to the floor, clearing Hermione.

“Did I tell you before that you were great?” Harry asked watching the witch naked witch.

Cleansing herself, Hermione threw herself at Harry's neck and kissed him on the lips.

“Yes, but you can do it again, great wizard.”

“You're great,” Harry smiled and kissed her back.

Cuddling up to Harry with her naked body, Hermione felt a hanging member that had hung a second ago, Harry began to gain strength again.

- But-but! Sweet in moderation, - she pulled away from him and playfully wagged her finger, - It is time for the Great Wizard to sleep.

She picked up and quickly threw on her robe.

- He will have to solve a puzzle with a dragon egg tomorrow.

Harry did not argue, yet he felt a little guilty about the fact that Hermione had to strengthen his contraceptive-cleansing spell (as he himself called him or shortly POZ).

“I'd rather have solved the riddle — what it is like to have sex with Magnificent Hermione Granger in the chair.” Or in the shower, - he tried to look at her with the most pitiful look.

Hermione burst out laughing

“Maybe I will help you solve this riddle.” After you master the first.

Smiling, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and playfully shaking her hips went to her bedroom.

Harry stood, watching her, and when the door closed behind her, he removed the soundproof dome and put the chair in order (which looked as if a troll had been mounted on a centaur riding it).

Returning to his bedroom, he was no longer thinking about dragons.

Thanks for reading. Plans to write a series of fan fiction about sexually active Harry Potter. For those who want to help, write who you would like to see with Harry. Anyone who wants to throw on the beer;) and R822342489815