Harry's Wandering Eye

Warnings: Heterosexual Sex, Voyeurism, Infidelity/Cuckquean

Summary: Two of the most important people in my life were betraying me right before my very eyes. [Harry/Hermione, Ginny]

Baby

Ginny’s POV

I hurried down the street towards my best friend’s flat. Normally I would take the time to enjoy the view around her London neighborhood, but today I was in a hurry. It was Harry's and my second anniversary and I had a surprise for him when he got home from the Ministry today. I was finally going to fulfill one of his fantasies and dress like a dominatrix. The only problem was that I hid my new thigh-high stiletto boots at Hermione's so Harry wouldn't find them. I arrived at her flat and hurried to her walk-in wardrobe. I easily found my new boots and was on my way out of the bedroom when I heard Hermione walk in the door.

I was about to yell out to her that I was in her room when I realized she was not alone. I heard some banging around and her breathy moans. I hadn't seen Hermione lately because she had been spending time with her new boyfriend, Anthony. Supposedly, he was the best sex she'd ever had. I assumed he was here with her and couldn't wait to meet the man that was making my best friend so happy.

Just as I was about to make my presence known, I heard a man's voice groan out, "Merlin, I'm going to fuck you so hard."

No fucking way. My heart stopped as I heard those words. It was amazing how much Anthony sounded like my Harry.

I heard the tearing of clothes and zippers, before I heard Hermione cry out. Feeling sick, I looked through the crack of Hermione's bedroom door to see her frantically snogging my husband on her kitchen counter.

This can't be happening. Tell me this is not bloody happening.

Hermione pulled away, opened her eyes and she spread her legs wide, a position she looks completely familiar and comfortable with, like she’s done it plenty of times before. "Fuck me, Harry," she said.

He then positioned his cock at her entrance, inserted himself and pushed forward, thrusting deep and sinking into her. Hermione's eyes widened a bit as Harry immediately began to fuck her. His trousers were around his ankles and her high heels were digging into his arse as he plowed into her cunt. Both moaned as they smashed their lips together again and again.

I felt like I was going to throw-up. Two of the most important people in my life were betraying me right before my very eyes. I couldn't decide if I should storm out and confront them or if I should just break down and cry. Hearing Harry's grunts brought me out of my thoughts and provoked my anger.

Harry and Hermione's passionate kiss broke as he began to speed up. "Oh," Hermione spoke up, "this feels so good."

"You always are so perfect for me, baby," my husband moaned to his whore. "So bloody good."

The bloody bastard has obviously been in that slag before...

Harry and Hermione both moaned and grunted. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as they shared sloppy kisses. Their breathing was laboured, Harry's cock plowing harder and faster.

"You feel so good," my best friend moaned as my husband kept on feverishly pounding away into her traitorous cunt. "Oh, Harry! Oh, yes!"

"I've been dying to be inside of you all day," Harry replied. “I thought I’d never get away from Ginny.”

“Harry, the best time to talk about your wife is not when you’re bollocks deep inside me,” the bitch snapped.

“Sorry, luv.” I saw his hand go down between them for a few moments and she moaned in response, forgetting her complaint. Sweat glistened off their bodies under the lights as Hermione’s chest rose up and down, breasts swaying and bouncing with each thrust into her.

"Harry! Fuck my cunt hard!" she cried out.

"You like me fucking your naughty pussy, don't you, my dirty witch?" Harry moaned.

"Oh Harry, yes, right there. Harder, please, harder…"

"You like that, eh? Yeah, you want it harder?"

I opened Hermione's bedroom window and lowered myself out onto the balcony. I could still see them shagging in her kitchen from outside. I couldn’t stand watching him fuck the shit out of my best friend anymore, so I looked away, but otherwise I was frozen and couldn’t seem to leave, even though I was now outside Hermione’s anti-apparition ward. I sat silently, listening to them as they had sex, their skin slapping against each other as Harry continued to say dirty things to her—things he always said to me. Hermione's sloppy cunt must have been dripping; I could hear the wet slapping sounds as Harry continued to drive himself harder and faster, panting and grunting. She would frequently mew and whimper, begging him to touch her and make her feel good.

"Oh, Harry." Hermione's pants and groans once again caught my attention and I couldn’t stop myself from looking in on them again. "Shit, feels so good," Hermione cried, biting her lower lip as she clung to Harry. The cheating bastard simply continued to hammer her pussy.

"Ngh...Hermione...I'm going to cum," he whimpered.

"Baby! Cum in me! Please!"

I heard Harry cry out, "I'm cumming! Oh, baby, I'm cumming! Come for me, luv, come on my cock!"

I watched them near their end as the two moaned loudly while he thrust into her a few more times. Harry obviously couldn't take it anymore, and with a loud shout, slammed into Hermione hard and began to fill her up. He tensed against her, pushing his cock in as deep as he could and grunting heavily as he came inside her. She came, too, moaning along with Harry. Hermione's body shook, as the orgasm ripped through her; I absently wondered if it made her feel light and tingly all over, as it does me when Harry fucks me that hard.

Sweaty, they collapsed against each other as Harry had emptied his entire load into her. My husband thrust twice more before pulling out as Hermione's chest rose and fell with each heavy pant. He stepped back, watching his seed drip from Hermione, which I could see dribble from my former best friend's well-fucked hole even from my position outside the window.

As they basked in post coital bliss, I finally apparated away, leaving only a trail of the shattered pieces of my heart behind. I knew it was over. Everything we had was gone. Harry Potter, my husband of two years and lover for five, didn't love me; no one who loved someone could do a thing like that.

-Finite-