Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Six
Leaky Nibblies

Hermione came back from her lesson and immediately launched into, “Harry! We need a plan.”

Hermione noticed Harry was brooding on the couch and went over, grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips to snap him out of it.

“I said we need a plan,” said Hermione.

“Oh! Uh, about what?” asked Harry.

“Hogwarts,” said Hermione, “We can’t be together like this at Hogwarts.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking about that,” said Harry, “I don’t like being alone, it’s not right.”

Hermione got on her knees in front of Harry and looked up into his eyes, “It’s obvious us being together makes you better, and you need help, but I can’t comfort you like this all the time at Hogwarts.”

“Well, maybe we should take that year off you suggd,” d,” said Harry, “No wait, that’s wrong. Hermione, I don’t want to hold up your life for a year. That’s selfish, I wont have that.”

Hermione placed her hand on Harry’s face and said, “Don’t you ever think you’re a burden to me, I wouldn’t trade this summer for anything. My life is a life that is with you, got it? That’s how it’s going to be from now on.”

Harry smiled and held his head against Hermione’s for a moment.

“Remember when you first said you loved me?” asked Hermione.

“I meant it,” said Harry, in earnest.

“Yeah, you said I was bossy too. Did you mean that?” asked Hermione as she threatened to tickle Harry’s ribs.

“I retract the statement,” said Harry as he squeezed his arms against his ribs to keep Hermione’s fingers away.

“My point is you didn’t have to say it,” said Hermione, “You said it at a time when you really didn’t have a pressing reason to.”

“I was just telling you a fact,” said Harry, “I’m in love with you, no poetry, that’s just it.”

“Right,” said Hermione, “Right now I’m telling you how it is. I’m in love with you. Voldemort died because we’re in love with each other. True love, that’s just how it is.”

“Why do you bring this up?” asked Harry, almost in a quandary.

Hermione rubbed Harry’s legs and said, “There’s a way for that to help you when I’m not around. Professor McGonagall went over it briefly in our lesson. There’s a way to physically take my love for you, with you when I’m not around so you feel almost as good as when I’m with you in person. It’s temporary, but it works. I went over the spell in the book and it’s really simple. All you have to do is physically carry a piece of me inside you and it works.”

“A piece of you? Like what? Hair?” Harry speculated.

“No, fluid.” said Hermione.

“Fluid?” asked Harry, “What fluid?”

“Well, there’s two options,” said Hermione, “First is blood.”

“EWWW! Hermione! I’m not drinking your blood!” Harry protested.

“Which leaves the second option,” said Hermione.

Hermione got up and climbed on top of Harry, sitting on his lap and held his head. For a moment, she didn’t say anything as though she was building up the courage to say something. Harry was being patient being left on edge like this, but eventually he wanted an explanation, then as Hermione hugged his head against her chest, it came to him.

“Oh my,” said Harry as he looked at Hermione’s breasts, “You don’t mean.”

“I’ve been using a wet nurse spell on myself,” said Hermione,” I’m... well... I’m lactating.”

“You’re going to breast-feed me?” asked Harry, “Seriously- you?”

“Well, it’s that or I leak into my shirt for two days and it goes to waste,” said Hermione, “What’s it going to be?”

“We... yeah, uhh, go withr plr plan,” said Harry.

Hermione smirked at Harry’s cuteness, she knew there was no way he was going to object. Bravely she unbuttoned her blouse right in Harry’s face as he began to look like the desperate man who hasn’t had a drink for a week. Harry saw Hermione was not wearing a bra as her flesh got exposed. Hermione felt him tremble as he began to breathe hot breath down the front of her shirt. The expression on his face made the whole thing worth it. Then, like revealing a Christmas present, Hermione exposed her left breast into Harry’s face. This was the very first time Harry had ever seen a real naked breast in person.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“You’re supposed to suck it!” said Hermione.

“Oh right,” said Harry.

Timidly he opened his mouth, touching the nipple with his tongue first, then took Hermione’s nipple into his mouth. Hermione cradled his head as he suckled, and she couldn’t help but think thas aas a beautiful thing. It also felt pretty good and she let Harry touch and fondle her breasts for a long time. Without reluctance she said it was time for the other breast.

“What does it taste like?” asked Hermione as Harry stopped.

“Uhmmm, tangy,” said Harry and he got to suckling on her other breast.

They kept at it until long after Hermione felt she should have gone dry, but this was Harry’s first experience with breasts so she figured she should let him have a thrill. When he stopped and pulled away Hermione noticed there was some dribble on his chin and she licked it off.

“Hmm, I think it’s a bit salty, really,” said Hermione as she tasted.

“How long does this spell last?” asked Harry.

“Pardon?” said Hermione as she buttoned up her shirt.

“How long, Hermione?” asked Harry.

“Oh, I left the spell book with McGonagall, I’ll go get it,” said Hermione.

As Harry waited for Hermione to come back, he couldn’t help but think he was definitely very VERY cheerful. Downright giddy would describe his mood at the present moment, Hermione, on the other hand, wasn’t.

“SHIT!” Hermione exclaimed as she marched into the room with the book open and slammed it against the reading table, “The spell only lasts for a day!”

“Oh well, maybe I could sneak into your dorm at night with the invisibility cloak,” said Harry.

“You know you won’t get past the stairs!” said Hermione, “We need a better option, and the blood one doesn’t last any longer.”

“Well, maybe I can give you my invisibility cloak and-“

“Look, I know you think it’s great to dream up some covert action to suck on my nibblies but- what’s so damn funny?”

“You said NIBBLIES!” Harry guffawed as he rolled on the couch.

“I... you... cut it out!” said Hermione.

“Wait... wait... I got it, I’m serious now. I’ve got it,” said Harry.

“Yes?”

“Okay, at night when everyone is having dinner at the great hall-” said Harry.

“Yes?” asked Hermione, sounding a little annoyed.

Harry continued, “Okay, everyone in the whole school will be there, all right? All four houses, the professors, everyone. Then, just as dinner is being served, I’ll lean back and yell- HERMIONE! I WANT NIBBLIES FOR MY SUPPER!”

Harry guffawed again as Hermione climbed onto him and said, “You do that and I’LL KILL YOU.”

Harry went too far, it was tickle time. With her fingers she made Harry squirm until he couldn’t breathe. She waited until Harry worked several shades of red to violet before she let up.

“That’s not fair,” said Harry as he tried to catch his breath.

“What? You’ve been playing with mine, now I’m going to play with yours,” said Hermione, and she tickled him again.

Tonks voice called up the stairs, “Hermione! Harry! Supper time!”

“No thanks, I’ve eaten!” Harry called back.

Again, Hermione pushed Harry down and tickled him.

“Honestly! I’m full! Couldn’t manage another bite!” said Harry as he tried to protect his ribs.

“Oh that’s it, you’re getting both hands now,” said Hermione.

“I give! I give! I give! Uncle!” Harry begged.

“Well, alright, just so you know, that’s what you get,” threatened Hermione.

“It was worth it,” said Harry.

Holding her hand in Harry’s ribs shut him up quickly as Harry caught his breath from laughing so hard for so long. At the supper table, with members of the Order, Harry ran into Professor Lupin, who was looking better than ever.

“Professor, you’ve put on weight,” said Harry, “Looks good on you.”

Lupin thanked Harry. Hermione noticed the professor and Tonks seemed to be chummy. There was an empty spot at the table for Harry’s wheelchair to pull into and sit at, next to Hermione. Tonks’ cooking was never really something to look forward to, but it was hard for even her to mess up Chinese take out. She had arranged several hot trays of Chinese food like a buffet on the table.

Tonks held up a plate and asked, “Hungry, Harry?”

“Not really,” said Harry, fighting a smirk.

Hermione shoot Harry a look.

“Are you sure you don’t want a side plate of noodles to go with this?” asked Tonks,

“Nah, just something to nibbly on,” said Harry.

Hermione kicked Harry under the table.

“Milk?” asked Tonks.

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other for second.

“Please,” said Harry, with the most innocent, nonchalant expression he could muster.

Hermione’s eyes were shooting warning shots at Harry like howitzer rounds across the bow of a ship. Tonks leaned across the kitchen table and pointed to Hermione’s delicate blouse.

“Hermione? Did you spill something?” asked Tonks.

Hermione looked down and saw that her nipples had leaked into her shirt as, to her horror, she discovered she was still lactating.

“OH MY G-.. Uhh, I better go,” Hermione panicked as she crossed her arms across her chest, “I have to change, if I don’t put this shirt to soak right away it will be ruined.”

Hermione charged out of the kitchen as Tonks was right behind her, saying she had an extra shirt right by the entrance to the laundry room at the far end of the kitchen. While Tonks stood guard by the door, Hermione took her blouse off and put it into the sink in the laundry room and poured water onto it, faking concern there it be wine spilled on it.

“Hermione, I know what’s wrong,” said Tonks as she handed Hermione another shirt.

“Uhh, you do?” asked Hermione as she took the flannel long sleeve shirt reluctantly.

“Hermione, you’re on the pill,” said Tonks.

Hermione didn’t know how to react to that. To be polite, she played along.

“It happens,” said Tonks, “If you forget to take it your hormones get out of whack and you lactate.”

Hermione buttoned up your shirt and said, “I don’t know if I-“

“Hermione you don’t have to cover, I know you and Harry are intimate. I’m very proud of you,” said Tonks.

“You are?”

“Of course I am,” said Tonks, “And you don’t have to resort to muggle remedies, not while I’m around, they’re not good for you.”

Tonks fetched her purse, which she left by the kitchen back entrance and pulled a small, round organic root out of it.

“I was anticipating this,” said Tonks as she held up the root, “Do you know what this is?”

Hermione took it cautiously and said, “Bola root. We went over this in herbology in second year. It’s a witch contraceptive, the oldest reliable contraceptive in the world.”

“And the most effective,” said Tonks, “One bite and you’re good for a month.”

“Is it.. fast?” asked Hermione.

“Wouldn’t be much point in making it magical if it wasn’t fast and convenient,” said Tonks, “And you don’t have to worry about having awful muggle side effects like leaky nibblies.”

Hermione did a double take at that last comment, then she bravely took a bite of the root.

“Congratulations,” said Tonks, “You are now officially ‘safe’.”

“Tonks, since you’re helping me, I really think I should come clean about my little ‘accident’,” said Hermione as she looked down to her breasts.

As Harry felt like he wanted some noodles after all, he heard this strange holler of glee coming from the laundry room that sounded like Tonks.

“What was that all about?” asked Harry.

“Who knows?” said Mad Eye Moody, “Who can figure women? Wearing such flimsy clothes they have to come down with a fright over every little stain.”

Quickly Tonks and Hermione came back from the laundry room. Tonks whispered something to Professor Lupin that made him drop his fork. Hermione saw Harry was scarffing down heaps of noodles.

“Carbing up?” Hermione asked as she took some egg rolls.

“Yeah, I seemed to have found my appetite,” said Harry.

Hermione grabbed the tray with noodles and shovelled some more onto Harry’s plate.

“You’re going to need your energy, Harry,” said Hermione, “We’re working on your arms after supper.”

Hermione gave Harry a little wink and then she aggressively shovelled down some food herself.

“How do you like then chair, Harry?” asked Mad Eye Moody.

“It’s great,” said Harry, I think I just might be able to make it through Hogwarts in this.”

“I wouldn’t trust the bloody thing,” said Mad Eye, “Makes up its own mind sometimes what’s best for you. Therapeutic they say, rubbish in my book. Rather ride a muggle chair.”

The chair rumbled under Harry.

“Now Mad Eye, you offended her,” said Lupin.

“That’s just what I mean,” said Mad Eye, “No magical artefact should be evolved enough to be offended by anything. It’s like a bloody person it is.”

“And you don’t trust people,” said Tonks.

“Yes, and I’ll tell you what I trust less,” said Mad Eye, “Arthur Weasley agrees with me on this. Any magical instrumes sms smart as this thing, and you can’t see where it keeps its brain.”

“So Harry, have you tried you’re new bath?” asked Lupin, trying to shift the subject.

Hermione and Harry simultaneously launched into how incredible it was, describing the multi-coloured bubbles and Jacuzzi functions.

“Used it together then, eh?” asked Mad Eye.

“Uhm, yeah, lucky I packed my bathing suit,” said Harry as he tried to cover.

“Why would you wear swimming trunks in a bath?” asked Mad Eye, “That’s just weird, Harry.”

Hermione slapped Harry on the back and said, “Yeah, Harry, what’s the matter with you?”

“Oh he’ll loosen up, Hermione,” said Mad Eye, “It’s being raised my these muggles that put mad ideas in his head there’s something wrong with being naked.”

“Can we borrow you’re bath sometime, Harry?” asked Tonks as she nudged Lupin.

“Sure,” said Harry, “Just, you know, let me know first before you come up.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a soak,” Mad Eye mumbled to himself as his magical eye swivelled about, “Mind you, I also wouldn’t mind having a pretty young lady scrub my back as well.”

With supper finished, Hermione offered to help clean up but Tonks shooed her away saying she should spend her time alone with Harry. As Hermione wheeled Harry out Harry could hear Lupin and Tonks talking excitedly in the kitchen.

“Are you sure?” asked Lupin, “There’s only twelve copies known in existence.”

“You can make it thirteen, now,” said Tonks.

Figuring this must have been about Order business Harry didn’t pay any attention. Hermione let Harry get the chair to levitate him up the stairs himself as she walked next to him. Once Hermione felt she was out of earshot of the Order she beckoned Harry to a corner.

"Harry, I really cocked it with the wet nurse spell," said Hermione.

"That's what happened with your shirt, I guess," said Harry.

"Yes, the spell lasts for two days," said Hermione, "But I didn't know it kept going after you fed someone."

"Well think of it, Hermione, it has to last a whole nurse's shift," said Harry, "There's probably a lot of babies to feed."

"Of course, how could I be so stupid?" said Hermione, "Harry, I'm going to need your help to... you know-"

"Drain the tank?" asked Harry, "Or tanks, as it were?"

"Yes," said Hermione sounding a little desperate, "Harry?"

sidesider it done," said Harry.

"Try not to sound too happy about it," said Hermione.

"Hey, anything for a friend," said Harry.

"You may not sound too happy about this," said Hermione, "I told Tonks about my problem, and she suggested the solution to drain the spell. So in return I promised her she could borrow the Connubium Charms book... tonight."

"TONIGHT?" screamed Harry as he couldn't believe it, "But Hermione! We were going to fun with that tonight! How could you-"

"Harry! We are going to have fun. Trust me."

Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out something to show to Harry.

"Do you recognize this?" asked Hermione.

"Bola root," said Harry as he took the root to examine it.

"Yeah, I figured that would be one thing you would remember from herbology in second year," said Hermione.

"Birth control is hard to forget," said Harry, "Well, that and those screaming Mandrake roots. Hey, there's a bite out of it."

"It was a gift from Tonks," said Hermione, "Somehow she got it into her head I was on the pill. She insisted I use it, so I did."

Harry stammered, "So... your- I mean, you are-"

Hermione leaned onto the wheelchair's armrests with her face right up near Harry.

"I want my first time to be just with you," said Hermione, "Not a spell, not some magical gimmick, just you."

Harry hugged Hermione and said, "Oh, that's... sweet. It really is. Jeez, uhh, this... this is a lot more than what I was looking forward to."

Togetheey mey met Tonks and Lupin, in the library. This confirmed Hermione's suspicions of them being lovers, although Harry was a little slower to catch on. Hermione unlocked the cabinet at the base of the shelf and heaved the heavy book up to professor Lupin's arms.

"Good God, look at the size of it," said Lupin, "It's just like the copy at Hogwarts."

Tonks excitedly took Hermione's hands and squealed, "Thank you soooo much."

"You're really giving up a lot here, Harry,id tid the Lupin, "I really appreciate this."

"Well, Hermione and I will get by on our own, for now," Harry speculated, "You are bringing it back?"

"Oh, of course," said Lupin, "As soon as we're through copying it."

"What? It'll take you a whole year to copy all that," said Harry.

"Nonsense, I have an office scanner that'll do this in an hour," said Lupin.

"Will that work on a magical book?" asked Hermione, "I've heard many times books are protected with anti copying spells."

"Those weren't implemented until the 20th century," said Lupin, "This book is much older than that, and has been sitting in this house since the mid 1850's I'll bet."

Harry shook hands with Lupin and a jumpy Tonks as they said good-bye. With a despondent look Harry sat in the chair and watched his book leave. Hermione wheeled Harry to the bedroom to retire early for the night.

"They better not lose that thing," said Harry.

"Harry! Have a little faith," said Hermione.

Hermione turned the chair to face the bed and locked the wheels in place.

"Ooh, time for our own fun?" asked Harry.

"No Harry, time to exercise those arms like I promised.”

Hermione took her shirt off in front of Harry and flung it away.

"You want to play with my nibblies?" Hermione teased.

Harry shook his head almost hypnotized by Hermione's breasts.

"Then you're going to have to come and get them," said Hermione.

Harry was a little more caught off guard as Hermione started taking her pants off and headed for the bed. For the first time Harry saw she had on light pink panties. He grabbed the wheels of the chair to push forward but they were still locked. So he tried to unlock it but the chair wouldn't budge.

"Hermione, there's something wrong with the chair!" said Harry.

"The chair isn't going to help you now, Harry, you have to make your way on your own," said Hermione.

"What? But- I can't"

"Then no nibblies!" said Hermione as she kicked her bare legs on the bed.

Harry struggled with the chair for a moment and yelled at it.

"Come on! Don't seize up on me now! Get me over there!" Harry commanded.

"Harry, you have the strength to make it here on your own," said Hermione, "Just use your arms!"

"Oh bloody hell," said Harry, and he threw himself to the floor.

Landing with a thud, Hermione had a little fright and was about to ask if Harry was alright, but she saw he was dragging himself forward on his arms about as fast as anyone could walk. In his back, Harry felt little muscle spasms that reminded him of what it felt like when Hermione killed Voldemort while she was on him, but he went on. When Harry reached the foot of the bed, he thought his quest was over.

"Help me up," said Harry.

"Climb the mountain, Harry," said Hermione.

"Oh come on, I'm not strong enough to get up there," said Harry, "Hermione!"

"Oh, it's hot up here," said Hermione, "I just might have to take these off."

Looking up Harry could see Hermione wave her panties over his head from the edge of the bed.

"I'd sure hate to leave you down there to sleep on the floor tonight," said Hermione.

Harry let out a little cry of desperation. Like a man on a mission, he grabbed the bed sheets to haul himself up the bed, but the sheets slipped off and he slid back down. Almost giving up in frustration, Harry got angry and grabbed the bedpost on the corner and heaved up until his face turned red. Then when he finally had some body weight on top of the mattress he clawed his way forward and Hermione held the bed sheets so he wouldn't slip down again. Pulling along on his elbows, Harry made his way to the head of the bed and with his glasses slightly askew he collapsed next to Hermione's almost naked body.

"You put your panties back on!" Harry said.

"Hey, I had to give you incentive," said Hermione as she climbed on top of Harry.

"I appreciate what you're doing for me," said Harry, "But you really wouldn't have let me sleep down there on the floor all night, would you?"

"No," said Hermione, "Just until around two or three in the morning."

"You-"

Hermione cut Harry off by kissing his lips passionately. For a while she necked with him, then she got up and climbed up Harry a little to put her breasts into his face and let him suck on them again. Harry let out a little belch.

“Getting full?” asked Hermione.

Harry said he was fine and went right back to suckling. Hermione grabbed Harry’s shirt and started tugging it off of him, then unbuckled his pants while pee int into Harry’s eyes with a lascivious look. The pants were tossed aside but Hermione left Harry’s underwear on.

“Your arms feel better now?” asked Hermione.

“Oh what now?” Harry asked apprehensively.

Hermione didn’t answer as she moved trry’rry’s right and lay on her back on the bed. Harry shifted to face her and Hermione placed his left hand on her breast. They kissed while Harry fondled her. He left his glasses on as Harry was absolutely fascinated by the sight of Hermione’s body. Then Hermione took Harry’s hand and moved it down. Harry was wondering what she was doing until she got down to her genitals, as he felt her panties he was wondering if she want him over, or under her underwear.
Hermione rubbed herself over her panties and Harry joined her. Then Hermione grabbed his hand, pulled it up a little, then guided him under her panties. Harry could feel warm wetness and little hairs. The lips played around under his fingers, then Hermione wanted to push his fingers inside her. The underwear was making it difficult so she sat up, sounding frustrated and yanked them off violently throwing them, not caring where they went.
Harry’s fingers were inside Hermione, and it was becoming a little work. Getting Hermione off was making him sweat, but he kept going with no intention of stopping.
Her body was trembling and shifting and her face was contorting to expressions that almost frightened Harry. That rumbling sound was coming from her chest again, and for the first time Harry looked right into Hermione’s face as she got aroused.
Fangs grew in her mouth, and feline cat slits appeared in her eyes. This was Hermione going feral. Her free hand clawed the sheets and Harry jammed his fingers up in her. A scream like a cougar came from her as her body tensed up and her back arched. This just kept going. A vice like grip came around Harry’s fingers that were inside Hermione. Breathing heavily, she began to settle down with her chest heaving.

“Hermione?”

“I’m all right, I’m... my god,” said Hermione as she caught her breath, “I never thought I could do that with somebody else.”

“How do you masturbate in private with that racket?” asked Harry.

“The neighbors are absolutely convinced there’s a big wild cat in the neighborhood,” said Hermione, “They even called the cops and animal control several times.”

“So you did.. uh, you know-?”

“About seven or eight times,” said Hermione, “I lost count, but that last one, that was a biggie. That was a real biggie.”

“My arm is numb,” said Harry as he rubbed his fingers.

Hermione grabbed the fingers Harry had inside her and licked them. Then she pushed Harry onto his back and licked his neck. Harry thought she was going to bite him again, but she didn’t. She just kept licking, working down is cis chest, then sucked on his nipples so hard it almost hurt. Harry screamed a bit.

“Oh God, Hermione, that does feel good.”

Hermione smirked that Harry hadn’t seen anything yet and kept licking down his stomach. When she reached his underwear she rubbed her head against his crotch.

“Well, Harry, if I told you that you had to remove your underwear yourself, what would you do?” asked Hermione.

Harry reached over to the night table and grabbed his wand.

“Accio knife!” exclaimed Harry.

Hermione ducked and covered her head as she feared the coming of a flying knife hurtling into the room. With extreme confidence Harry just held out his left hand and caught the knife handle first as though he had done the spell his whole life.

“You didn’t have to do that Harry,” Hermione laughed.

“I’ve got other pairs of underwear,” said Harry, as he held the knife that Sirius gave to him as a gift, “Are you going to help or do I cut them off?”

Hermione smiled and took the knife from Harry, and with two snaps cut through the waist band of the underwear. They were pulled off of Harry like a rag and thrown away. As Hermione folded the knife, she looked at Harry’s genitals.

“Well, what do we have here?” Hermione asked suggestively.

Harry had an idea what Hermione was up to, but he didn’t really believe she was going to do it. This was the kind of thing he thought that happened to other people a lot luckier than him, and Hermione proved him wrong. Mercilessly Hermione teased Harry by running her tongue up and down his shaft and felt his body squirm. Then she placed his cock between her warm breasts and tit fucked him for a while. Finally she held his cock to her open mouth and took him in as deep as she could go. Harry was afraid he would pass out his heart was going so fast. This was the most incredible thing he ever experienced or could ever experience in his opinion. Like c of of pain Harry began to scream out loud.

ioneione stopped and asked, “Are you okay, Harry?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!”

“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” asked Hermione.

“No! I’m fine! Really, please, just- I’m okay.”

Hermione stopped taunting Harry and sucked him a little more, occasionally pulling up to lick around his head a little.

“Harry?”

Harry could only respond with a barely perceivable whimper.

“Harry, if you want to cum in my mouth, you can,” said Hermione, “But let me know it’s on its way, okay?”

Harry shook his head. Only a minute went by before he started to scream. Hermione took that as a warning and he exploded a load of cum into her mouth. She pushed Harry’s balls up as he came, causing violent gushes of cum to hit her throat. After pulling it out, Hermione licked the cock up and down until there was not a trace of cum left.

Hermione climbed up the bed to meet Harry’s head and asked, “You all right?”

“I...I.... I think you short circuited my brain,” said Harry.

“Still mad I lent Tonks the Connubium Charms book?”

Harry shook his head no and said, “There’s no way- NO WAY anything in that book could beat what you just did to me.”

“I don’t know, Harry, that book has some pretty intense stuff in there,” said Hermione as she held Harry, “You might grow tired of blow jobs after a while.”

“NOT A CHANCE,” said Harry.

Hermione laughed and said, “Would you take it as good news that I intend to do that to you every day? Maybe several times a day?

“I’m dead,” said Harry, “I died in the duel with the Death Eaters and I wound up in heaven. That’s the only explanation.”

Hermione sighed and took in the feeling of Harry’s beautiful and completely naked body against her as she let Harry rest.

“Hermione, when I came, what happened to the cum in your mouth?” asked Harry.

“I swallowed it,” Hermione said casually.

“ALL OF IT?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Yup.”

“What does it taste like?”

“Salty.”

Hermione went down again and sucked Harry some more. He couldn’t figure what she was up to as he just came, it would take a while to climax again. Getting it hard again did not seem a problem, being completely engulfed inside Hermione’s warm and wet mouth was like a dream to Harry. Then she pulled out and sat up on him while holding his cock.

“Well, Harry, I think it’s time,” said Hermione.

Harry took a deep breath and let out, he had to admit he was a little afraid. Hermione jammed some pis uns under his head to sit him up a little.

Hermione straightened Harry’s glasses as she said, “I want you to watch this.”

This was so incredible to Harry he thought he was going to pass out again. He forced himself to watch closely as Hermione sat up and worked herself open with her fingers, exposing her pink. Then she placed the tip of Harry cock against her and had a little awkward time negotiating the mechanics involved.

“I’m too far back,” said Hermione as she shifted up, “I have to move forward a bit. Help out, Harry!”

Harry apologized and held his cock up as Hermione worked herself with her fingers, a little purr/growl rumbled from her. Leaning forward enough to have her breasts in Harry’s face, Hermione positioned herself perfectly on top of Harry’s cock, then slowly began to work him in. Her lips enveloped the head of the cock, then Hermione had got a little stuck. She bit her lip as she started to ease down as slowly as she could. Instinctively Harry hips tried to thrust up a little, to go in deeper, but Hermione gasped and moved up to stop it, then she settled back in again. Achingly slow, Harry eventually felt his entire cock enveloped in Hermoine’s warm wetness. She took her hand away and held onto Harry’s shoulders as she slid all the way down into a full comfortable sitting position. Then she grinded her hips hard into Harry

*crock

The hymen busted.

“Are you okay, Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, just, give me a second,” Hermione said quickly.

For a minute she still with Harry in her, then she started to move. Very slowly at first, up and down, up and down until it got easier. Almost biting his shoulders, Hermione repositioned her hands hard onto Harry, as she was getting more serious. Harry could see a little trickle of blood coming from Hermione, but she wasn’t paying any attention to it at all. She held Harry hard and she fucked. The bed shook madly underneath them until the four posts began to sway like ship masts in an angry sea.
Growling, snarling, and spitting Hermione fucked away with hardly a human thought in her head. Harry could see her fangs had completely came in as she smiled with her mouth open and eyes closed the whole time she rode him. When the time would come for him to be on top, Harry figured Hermione was going to put some serious new scars on his back. A cougar cry came from Hermione as she stiffened up as before when Harry finger fucked her.

“Hermione, you’re drooling all over me,” said Harry.

Hermione slowed and looked down on Harry with eyes that were completely cat like. Saying nothing she purred as she took Harry into her slowly and heaved her stomach muscles to manipulated her hip grinding. Slowly she picked up the pace again until more cougar cries were heard, and she kept this pattern up until finally, with her hair in a mess and a line of spit hanging from the side of her mouth Hermione settled down. After brushing her hair Harry could see her face was returning to normal.

“Hermione, are you in there?” asked Harry.

“Harry, I’m fine,” said Hermione as her fangs retracted and her eye slits went round again, “I just, you know, that feels really good. Really REALLY good.”

“Do you lose your mind when that happens?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t bother me,” said Hermione, “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Well, no, as long as you don’t eat me or claw me,” said Harry.

“No clawing?” said Hermione as she ran her nail around Harry’s abdomen, “Harry, don’t take all the fun out of it, hmmmm?”

“Well, okay, a little clawing,” said Harry, “But no mauling!”

Hermione snapped her teeth at Harry and for a while just sat there with him inside her, drinking him in.

“Hermione, how did this happen?” said Harry, “Less than a week ago we were just best friends, and now I couldn’t imagine us being anything else but lovers. How did this start?”

“It started because you needed to be held, badly,” said Hermione, “Well the rest you could have had a long time ago if you weren’t so thick in the head.”

“Yeah, I remember the Yule Ball,” said Harry, “The first time I saw you in that dress I asked myself ‘Who is this woman I’ve been ignoring all this time’?”

“You didn’t exactly make up for it afterwards,” said Hermione.

“For some reason I thought you and Ron would hook up,” said Harry.

“ME AND RON?” Hermione exasperated, “But all we ever do is bicker and fight!”

“I know, it’s like you’re a married couple already,” said Harry.

Hermione whacked Harry on the shoulder and began to climb off of Harry.

“Hermione!”

“What?”

“I’m not... you know, DONE yet.”

“Oh! I’m sorry,” said Hermione as she sat onto him again, “I had several at least, I thought during one of them you must have-“

“Make with the bouncy bouncy,” said Harry.

Hermione told Harry to relax and said she was good for another round. It was different ttimetime, Hermione seemed to be savouring having Harry in her instead of thrusting into a hard raunchy fuck. She didn’t turn feral, she just rode Harry and swivelled her hips to make it fun for Harry. To her surprise, it was getting her off without turning her feral. Harry was beginning to scream and this made Hermione smile, this was his turn to lose himself in the moment.
Absolute delight came over Hermione as she watch Harry throw his head from side to side, and she was caught a little off guard as she came along with him. Delighted with her new awareness of being able to cum without going feral, Hermione continued to fuck Harry for hours until she figured he, and the mattress, had had enough. As she climbed off of him, Harry tied to ite Ote Oliver.

“Please mum, can I have some more?”

Hermione snuggled up all naked next to Harry and said, “Harry, I know you’re all excited about having sex for the first time, and that’s great, but we are going to do it again tomorrow.”

“How soon?”

“Soon, go to sleep.”

Holding Harry naked felt wonderful and natural, like this is the way to properly get a good night’s sleep, all exhausted from sex and embracing a beautiful nude body.