Handjobs and Broomsticks

Hand Jobs and Broomsticks

It was late at night, or was it early in the morning? Hermione didn’t know at the time, it was freezing cold outside but the stove in the room plus the bed curtains made it too warm for her taste. She had been trying to sleep for what seemed like hours, her mind was preoccupied by thoughts that wouldn’t go away. She had been thinking about what she had seen; she had seen her friends Ron and Harry in various states of decency before but earlier that day she had seen them both wet in their bathing suits, she hadn’t realized how attractive their figures truly were. She had already had a good touch about an hour before, using just her hands and moaning into her pillow. But somehow what was usually enough, wasn’t.


She slipped out of bed in her nightgown and walked softly into the common room. The room was empty, slightly cooler the big red couches and chairs cast strange shadows on the floor. The fire had long since died down to coals but the heat from the coals and hot stone still radiated heat through the room. She plopped down in one of the chairs by the fireplace, mind still wandering. She spied a discarded candle sitting on a table nearby she grinned; perhaps this will do.

She picked it up and poked it with her wand and it grew to about the same size and shape as a regular penis. She wasted no time slipping it up her short silk gown deep into her folds she snapped her eyes shut and bit her lip as she felt it push in deep. It slid in easily, she had been wet for hours she didn’t move it at first she just held it all the way in enjoying the stuffed feeling and how exposed she was in the common room. Slowly she began to pull it out and push it in again and ever so slightly faster each time. Her breathing quickened and despite her efforts to be silent tiny squeaks of pleasure escaped her lips. As she sank into her own personal world she began to sweat as her heart beat faster and faster. She picked up the pace and began to pound deep into herself. Her legs which were spread and resting on a footstool began to twitch and move as she came over the edge and bucked her hips into the candle letting out one final MMPH, before shuddering and letting the wet candle fall to the floor. She laid there basking in the afterglow She got up and stood in front of the fire to dry herself off.


She picked up the phallic shaped candle and threw it into the fire where it quickly melted and caught fire. “No one will know” she thought with a wry grin on her face. As she turned to go back to her bed she stopped at the threshold to the girls wing and on a whim decided to peek into the boy’s wing, after all she could and maybe Harry or Ron would have left the bed curtains open. She slowly made her way up the stairs her heart pounding she peeked through the door and found that it was just as warm in there as it was in the girl’s wing.

All of the beds had their curtains open! She peered around looking for Harry and Ron, she found Harry sleeping with some slight sweat on his face flickering in the low light cast by the stove in the middle of the room. Hermione blushed even though he was in his pajamas she could still see his figure and a characteristic bulge in his pants; “he must be having a good dream,” She thought. She looked for Ron but didn’t see him, but then noticed that there was yet one bed with the curtains drawn shut she tip toed toward the bed slowly, her bare feet making no noise as she moved forward.

As she did she herd some noise coming from inside the curtains. She stopped in her tracks and stood perfectly still and listened. The noise was soft, but rhythmic. Her heart jumped; “could he be…?” she hoped. She even more slowly moved to the bed and listened. “Yes,” the thought her heart racing, “he had to be!” she slowly moved a corner of the curtains ever so slightly and peered in through the thick red velvet. She saw exactly what she hoped. Ron was naked lying on top of the covers with his dick in his hand with a small plastic bottle lying next to him. He had his eyes closed and was pumping away. Hermione realized that he had less hair than she would have expected as she felt flush and waited for him to finish, this she had to see.


Unexpectedly Ron stopped opened his eyes and reached for the bottle and put some of the lotion onto his hand and as he spread more onto his dick his and Hermione’s eye peeking through the curtain met.
She pulled away instinctively, but Ron brushed the curtain aside to see Hermione in a frozen state of embarrassment in the middle of the room.
“I….” She stammered
Ron put his finger to his lips, someone rolled over in their sleep on the other side of the room. Ron glanced over and waved her into the bed. Afraid to be caught, or at least get more caught than she already was got onto the foot of Ron’s bed and pushed the curtain back into place. Ron was making a vain attempt to cover his dick with his hand but he was having no luck, he was too aroused.
“Well, I guess you’ve already seen…” he whispered removing his hand.

Regaining her composure a little she stifled a laugh, “I haven’t seen the end” she whispered into his ear coyly. If possible Ron blushed even more than he was already. Hermione figured she was only going to get one chance at this; she grabbed the bottle and squeezed some onto her hand. Ron watched with open mouth as she touched, then pulled away and then wrapped her hand around his cock. She began to slide her hand up and down the shaft mimicking what she saw him do before she was caught. Ron lay back breathing heavily. After about a minute she took her other hand and gently held his balls.

At this new sensation Ron’s face took on a look of labored surprise and contorted, then let out a deep sigh. Being mesmerized by his facial expressions Hermione’s sly grin went away as she looked down at her hand which was covered with ropes of cum that were still poring from Ron’s dick. It was all over his chest and her hand, Ron quickly reached under his pillow and pulled out a cloth with yellow stains and a musty smell. Hermione took it anyway and used it to clean her hand, she thought at first that it was foul but found that she liked that smell a bit.

“can I keep this?” she asked pointing to the piece of cloth and small bottle, Ron nodded.
“Looks like you’ve been busy” she whispered looking at all of the spots, “Can’t sleep without a wank” Ron replied wiping himself off with a pair of boxers.

“Neither can I” she whispered into his ear as she slipped out of the bed through the curtains.
She stood there for a few moments reflecting on what she had just seen and holding onto the souvenirs she had tucked away in her nightgown. She pulled out the rag again and smelled it. Yes, she thought to her self she does like that smell. She realized that she was very wet, her panties were soaked through, she put a hand under her skirt to feel the wetness and she inhaled sharply as her finger touched her clit through the panties just as her eyes lay to rest on Harry.

She thought for a moment about giving this a shot with him too, after all, the bulge was still prominent in his pants. Although, she would be pushing her luck, she hadn’t been caught…at least in a bad way yet. Her brain was saying leave now with your prize in you’re pocket but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Harry’s sweating face.

She moved closer, maybe she could just make off with a souvenir, she peered around the bed and found a discarded pair of boxers just under the bed, she smelled the crotch and smiled a bit, it had a similar smell to Ron’s rag, but different too. That was it, she had to see Harry too, she tip toed around the big poster bed carefully untying the curtains and letting them fall into place covering the sides in thick felt cloth. As she untied the last drape and let it fall into place she sat on the foot of the bed and pivoted in so she was completely inside the curtains, this work Harry who sat up sharply and groped toward his side table.

“It’s just me” Hermione gently whispered. This calmed Harry a bit and he felt past the curtain to grab his glasses. The gentle glow of the stove in the middle of the room was almost totally blotted out by the curtains and she couldn’t see him anymore. She whispered something and her wand began to glow ever so slightly. Illuminating the bed area just enough to make each other out.
“Couldn’t sleep” Hermione said sheepishly realizing she didn’t know how to get him to take his clothes off, Ron was already where she wanted him.

“Is anything going on?” Harry asked softly as he looked at the clock on his side table.
“Oh no, she said my mind was just wandering” Still trying to figure out where to go with this.
“Wandering where?” Harry whispered still not completely awake.

That was the queue, “bit in your pants” She mumbled. She turned bright red she couldn’t believe she had just said that, especially to the person she was thinking about. Harry’s face was jolted awake and he began to say something but was cut off as Hermione cautiously, slowly placed her flat hand over the crotch in Harrys pajamas. She just sat there for a moment, somehow the part of her that screamed; “how could you say that” seemed to subside. What she felt under her hand was very firm and seemed bigger than Ron’s, just a little.

“Its hot” She mumbled.

Harry nodded and unbuttoned his night shirt and took it off. Hermione left her hand where it was and looked at his chest for a minute, no hair no fat…cute she thought. Harry was mesmerized by her at this point, he had found her cute before, but she was just a friend. No one had ever touched him there besides himself and even just having the hand there aroused him even more. They both sat there looking at each other for a few moments, Hermione looked down and saw that a tiny wet patch was forming on the pajamas. Harry noticed too he turned red and looked very embarrassed. Hermione asked almost laughing, “did just my hand like that make you…?”
“uuhh, no” he said almost inaudibly “its pree…”

Hermione pulled at the waistband of his pajamas, revealing her prize. Yes, it was bigger than Ron’s but not by much, but it was much thicker but even less hair.

“Wha…” Harry said but was cut off when she put her index finger over Harrys lips. She stared at him, his dick, his face, which was a mixture of surprise confusion and maybe a hint of delight. Hermione took out the bottle she got from Ron and squirted a bunch onto Harry's dick. Harry laid back with his hands behind his head, he didn’t fully understand what was going on with her, but he knew what was about to happen, so he was going to enjoy it. She began to stroke him with her one hand squeezing as hard as she could then softly.

She took her queues easily; Harry’s face could be read like a book, she knew what he liked, she watched his breathing and gasping and his face most of all. She was taking in everything, labored breathing, the slick sounds she was making with her hands. She moved closer to Harry puting her face right next to his and laying on him as much as she could without getting in the way. She began to pump extra fast even though her arm was growing tired; she watched him twitch, as he breathed more and more sharply she pulled out the discarded boxers and put them over his chest just as he let out the faintest grunt and spewed thin cum all over the boxers. As his labored breathing returned to normal she continued pumping getting all of the cum out. She folded up the boxers and tucked them away. Harry laid there glistening with sweat recovering with his eyes closed.

“Thanks for letting me watch,” she whispered.
“Your thanking me?” harry inquired almost too loudly. But she had already slipped out of the Curtains. She stood there wiping the lotion off of her hands with the boxers and glanced over to Ron’s bed. He had pulled the curtains back and was not yet asleep he looks at her and she looks back. He looks at her and does not speak but mouths “how often?” with curiosity all over his face. “Just tonight” she mouths back to him, but he rolls his eyes and rolls back over.

She tip toes out noticing also that Colin Crevey also was awake and watching with one eye open pretending to be asleep. Damn, she thought, now everyone might know. She bounced back up to her bed and flopped down on her bed thinking about what Ron had asked, “how often” it had only been once, but perhaps again. She definitely enjoyed that. For now this would have to do, she pulled out the cum soaked cloth and the boxers and put them to her face and inhaled the scent deeply as she played with herself. Cuming each time picturing the look on both of their faces.