The morning sun filtered through the cottage's windows, casting a golden glow over the modest kitchen. Hermione was already seated at the table, sipping on a cup of tea and flipping through a book she'd brought along for the summer. The smell of toast and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, courtesy of Lily, who hummed softly as she moved about the kitchen.
"You're in a good mood this morning," Hermione remarked, glancing up from her book. Her tone was casual, but her observant eyes missed nothing.
Lily turned, carrying a plate of scrambled eggs to the table. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and her skin did indeed have a subtle, radiant glow. "Am I?" she asked with a warm smile, setting the plate down. "I suppose I am. It's just... a beautiful morning, isn't it?"
Hermione arched a brow, her lips twitching in a faint smile of her own. "It's more than that. You look... refreshed. Radiant, even. It's like you had the best night's sleep of your life."
Lily paused for the briefest moment, the smile on her face faltering almost imperceptibly before she recovered. "That's sweet of you to say, Hermione. Maybe it's the bath last night. Nothing like a bit of self-care to lift your spirits."
Hermione didn't say anything immediately, just humming thoughtfully as she took another sip of her tea, her eyes glinting with subtle mischief.
A few minutes later, Harry trudged into the kitchen, his hair messier than usual and dark circles under his eyes. He stifled a yawn as he collapsed into the chair across from Hermione.
"You look exhausted," Hermione commented, her tone light but her words sharp enough to make Harry blink in surprise. "Didn't sleep well last night?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Uh, yeah. Something like that," he muttered, reaching for a piece of toast.
Hermione tilted her head, studying him with an almost playful curiosity. "Hmm. Strange. I thought the house was unusually... lively last night. I figured everyone must've had a lot of energy to burn."
Harry paused mid-bite, clearly not catching the implication, and simply shrugged. "I guess."
Lily, who had been pouring herself a cup of coffee, froze for a split second before smoothly continuing, her expression neutral but her cheeks faintly pink. "Hermione, don't tease him. It's summer; everyone's a little out of their usual routine."
Hermione smirked, her gaze flicking between Harry and Lily. "Of course. Just making an observation."
Harry, still oblivious, focused on buttering another piece of toast. "Anyway, what's the plan for today?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from himself.
Lily cleared her throat, stepping in seamlessly. "I thought we could organize the library. There's a lot of old magical texts there that could be useful for your studies."
Hermione nodded, but her eyes lingered on Lily for a moment longer before she returned to her book. "Sounds productive. And maybe after that, we can enjoy the sunshine. It's too nice a day to stay cooped up inside."
Harry mumbled his agreement, still half-asleep, while Lily busied herself tidying up the kitchen. But as the conversation shifted to lighter topics, there was an unspoken tension in the air, an awareness shared between Lily and Hermione that Harry remained blissfully unaware of.
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The warm light of the afternoon spilled into the library through tall windows, illuminating the rows of ancient books stacked neatly on the shelves. Hermione sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a growing pile of tomes, while Lily carefully flipped through a leather-bound book on a nearby table. The atmosphere was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages or the chirping of birds outside.
But the silence between them wasn't entirely comfortable. Hermione had been stealing sidelong glances at Lily all morning, her mind still preoccupied with the events of the previous night. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she broke the silence.
"Mrs. Potter," Hermione began, her voice soft but firm, "can we talk?"
Lily's hand froze mid-turn of a page, and she glanced up, her expression composed but wary. "Of course, Hermione. What's on your mind?"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "It's about last night. I... heard you and Harry." Her cheeks flushed, but her tone remained steady.
Lily sighed deeply, setting the book aside and leaning back in her chair. "I see." For a moment, she seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "I suppose I owe you an explanation."
Hermione nodded, her eyes serious but not judgmental.
Lily folded her hands in her lap, her gaze dropping to them as she spoke. "I never intended for things to... happen the way they did. But, Hermione, you have to understand—since James passed, it's been difficult. I've been so... pent up, so lonely."
Hermione's brows furrowed, sympathy flashing across her face.
"When I found Harry last night, he was... well, he was in his room with a pair of panties. He thought they were yours."
Hermione's face went crimson, her hand flying to her mouth. "He what?" she whispered her tone a mixture of shock and something unspoken.
"Harry was... masturbating so intensely. His... his cock," she whispered, her eyes dropping to the floor briefly before meeting Hermione's, "It's... it's quite impressive."
Hermione's cheeks flushed at the unexpected turn of the conversation, her mind racing. "I-I didn't know," she stammered, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued.
"It was unlike anything I've ever seen," Lily confessed, her eyes glazing over with the vividness of the memory. "He's... he's so much larger than James, and he's just as adept with it." She paused, her gaze locking onto Hermione's as if gauging her reaction. "He's got this... this instinctual skill that James never had. I mean, I know it's not something one talks about, but it was... it was incredible. I was literally choking on it."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as she processed the graphic nature of Lily's words. "Y-you deepthroated him?" she managed to ask, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Lily nodded her cheeks a deep shade of red. "It just... happened," she said, her voice a bit breathless. "The way his cock smelled on my panties... it was too intoxicating. I couldn't resist. And when he was inside my mouth..." She shivered, closing her eyes briefly. "It was like nothing else mattered."
Hermione's eyes were glued to Lily, her own breathing becoming a bit erratic. "How did he react?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.
"He was surprised at first," Lily admitted, her eyes twinkling with the memory. "But then, he seemed to really enjoy it. His hips started moving, and before I knew it, he was fucking my throat. It was so raw and primal, Hermione. James never made me feel like that. Harry's cock is... it's like magic."
Hermione's eyes were wide, and she felt her own body responding to the vivid description. "And... and after?" she prompted, her voice thick with a mix of curiosity and something deeper.
"After?" Lily repeated, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Well, after I couldn't get enough of his cum, Harry took control. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed, and just... he spread my legs and slammed into me, filling me in a way that made me scream his name. His size was unbelievable—I felt so full, so alive." she said, her voice a mix of wonder and desire. "He was such a sweet boy, yet so demanding. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he took it."
Hermione's breath grew shallower, her heart racing at the explicit details. "And why are you telling me this?" she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.
Lily shook her head. "I've seen the way you look at him. After last night do you still... want to be with him?"
Hermione's chest tightened, and she looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her book. "I... love Harry. More than I've ever cared about anyone," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But I don't know if he could ever see me that way."
Lily's gaze softened, and she gave Hermione's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Harry likes you too, Hermione. And I can see how much he values having you by his side. If you care about him this deeply, you need to tell him. Don't let last night make you feel like you've lost your chance."
Hermione blinked back the sting of tears, her emotions swirling in a mix of hope and fear. "But what if it changes things? What if it ruins everything between us?"
Lily shook her head gently. "You can't live in fear of the 'what-ifs.' Love is messy, Hermione, but it's also worth the risk. And Harry... he deserves to know how you feel. If anyone can navigate this complicated situation, it's the two of you."
Hermione looked at Lily, a flicker of determination slowly building in her eyes. "I don't know if I'm ready," she admitted.
"Hermione," Lily began, her tone steady but carrying a subtle urgency, "I need to be honest with you. Harry… he's extraordinary, but when it comes to understanding how someone feels about him, he's more oblivious than any man I've ever met."
Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth to respond, but Lily held up a hand, a faint, knowing smile tugging at her lips. "You care about him deeply. I can see it, and more importantly, I know you'd make him happy. But if you keep waiting for him to figure it out on his own… well, you'll be waiting a very long time and I bet there are a lot of witches at Hogwarts who want a piece of him."
Hermione blinked, her heart racing. "I-I don't know, Ms. Potter. I've always thought Harry would… I don't know, notice eventually. Maybe realizes how I feel on his own."
Lily chuckled softly, shaking her head. "He won't, Hermione. Not because he doesn't care about you—he does, deeply. But he's had so much to deal with in his life that he's never really learned to pick up on signals. Subtlety is wasted on him. You'll need to take the lead."
Hermione's blush deepened, and she bit her lip, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her book. "Take the lead? You mean…?"
Lily smiled warmly, though there was a hint of mischief in her expression. "Don't wait for him to make the first move. If you're certain about your feelings, show him how you feel. Be direct. And if you want to truly make an impression before heading back to Hogwarts, now is the perfect time."
Hermione's eyes widened, her nerves warring with a growing sense of determination. "You mean… before we leave? Here?"
"Hermione," Lily said, her tone warm but firm, "do you know what tomorrow is?"
Hermione blinked, startled by the abrupt question. "Of course. It's Harry's birthday."
"Exactly," Lily said, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Which is why I think tonight is the perfect time for you to take a step forward."
Hermione's cheeks flushed a deep red.
Lily leaned in, her expression serious but kind. "Tonight, after everyone's gone to bed, go to his room. Wait for him. Surprise him. Don't let him get caught up in his thoughts or doubts. Just be there, be honest, and don't hold back. Pin him down, metaphorically—or literally, if that's what it takes—and make it clear how you feel."
Hermione's mouth opened and closed as she tried to process Lily's words. "I-I don't know if I can do that. What if he pushes me away?"
"He won't," Lily said with absolute certainty. "He's just as scared as you are, Hermione. But once you take that step, he'll see it too. You'll both see it."
Hermione hesitated, her nerves still evident. "Are you sure?"
Lily smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Hermione's face. "I've never been more sure of anything. You're incredible, Hermione. Harry is lucky to have you. Don't ever forget that."
Hermione swallowed hard, her heart pounding but her resolve solidifying. "Alright," she said finally, her voice trembling but resolute. "I'll do it. Tonight."
"Good," Lily said, stepping back with a satisfied nod. "And Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Make it unforgettable," Lily said with a wink.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh softly, her anxiety melting into a mix of anticipation and excitement. "Thank you. For everything."
Lily's smile softened, full of motherly warmth. "Anytime. Now go. Get ready—and don't forget to trust yourself. You deserve to be happy, Hermione. Both of you do."
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Hermione hesitated outside Harry's door, her fingers hovering just above the wood. Her heart thudded in her chest so loudly she was sure it could wake the whole house. For a moment, she thought about turning around and going back to her room. But Lily's words echoed in her mind: He feels the same way. He just needs a little nudge to realize it.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and gently knocked.
A muffled "Come in" came from the other side, and Hermione pushed the door open, stepping inside.
Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, barefoot and in his pajamas, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. He looked up, and when he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. "Hermione? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
"Yes," Hermione said quickly, closing the door behind her and leaning against it for a moment. Her hands fidgeted nervously as she tried to find the right words. "I just… I wanted to talk to you."
Harry tilted his head, his brow furrowed with concern. "About what?"
She stepped closer, her cheeks warm. "Tomorrow is your birthday."
Harry gave her a small, sheepish smile. "Oh. Yeah. I guess it is."
Hermione smiled back, feeling some of her nerves ease at the familiar awkwardness they shared. She sat down next to him, close enough that their knees brushed. The slight contact sent a shiver through her, but she pressed on.
"I wanted to be the first to wish you," she said softly, her gaze dropping to her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap.
Harry's smile widened, and he ducked his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Thanks, Hermione. That means a lot."
Hermione hesitated, her heart pounding. "There's… more I wanted to say, though."
Harry looked at her, his expression open and curious, though there was a flicker of nervousness in his green eyes. "What is it?"
She took a deep breath, gathering all her courage. "Harry, I… I like you. A lot. More than just as a friend."
The silence that followed felt like it stretched on forever. Hermione couldn't bring herself to look at him, her face burning with embarrassment. But then she felt his hand cover hers, warm and steady.
"Hermione," Harry said, his voice soft and a little shaky. "I—I like you too. I've liked you for ages. I just didn't know how to tell you."
Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise. "You do?"
He nodded, his cheeks pink. "Yeah. I mean, you're brilliant, and you're always there for me, and… well, you're you."
Hermione's lips trembled as a smile broke across her face, and she let out a laugh that sounded more like a relieved sob. "I can't believe this," she whispered.
Harry grinned at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Yeah, me neither."
For a moment, they just looked at each other, and the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted. Then, slowly, Harry leaned forward, and Hermione met him halfway, their lips brushing softly.
The kiss was tentative at first, sweet and a little awkward, but it quickly deepened as they both melted into it. When they pulled back, they were both breathless, their faces flushed.
"Harry," Hermione whispered, her voice trembling with both nervousness and resolve, "can I stay here tonight? With you?"
Harry's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face, but he didn't look away. Instead, he laced his fingers through hers, giving her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart. "I'd like that."
They climbed into Harry's bed, and Hermione curled up against his side, her heart racing. Harry's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and she felt the heat of his body against hers. It was strange, and it was terrifying, but it was also the most right she'd felt in a long time.
Her breath hitched as his hand trailed down her side, tracing the curve of her hip. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark with desire.
"I want you, Hermione," he murmured. "But I want to make sure you're ready. That you want this as much as I do."
Hermione nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I do, Harry. I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
With that, Harry leaned in and kissed her again, his hand sliding under the hem of her shirt. He explored her body with gentle strokes, learning the curves and valleys of her skin. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure and anticipation through her body.
He reached the button of her pants and paused, looking for permission. Hermione nodded eagerly, her breathing shallow. Harry slid the zipper down and eased them off, along with her panties. He kissed along her neck, making her shiver, and then his mouth found hers again.
Without a word, Harry pushed her back onto the bed, his hand moving to unbutton his own pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Hermione couldn't help but stare. It was the first time she'd seen one up close, and it was more big than she'd ever imagined.
He leaned over her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Go on. Wrap those pretty lips around it and show me how ready you really are."
Her heart pounded in her chest. She'd heard rumors of boys asking for this, but she'd never thought she'd be in this situation so soon.
He positioned himself over her face, and she reached out tentatively to touch his cock. It was hot and hard yet soft, and she was surprised at the way he twitched under her fingertips.
She took a deep breath and tentatively licked the tip. Harry's eyes closed and a soft groan escaped his lips. Hermione felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. She'd studied so many things, but this was one lesson she'd never expected to learn. Harry's hand remained on her head, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he whispered, "Relax… take your time… just do what feels right."
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and she took him into her mouth. Harry's grip tightened slightly, his breaths becoming ragged as he felt her tongue swirl around his cock. It was a new sensation for him, but his mother's words from the night before echoed in his mind, guiding him through the experience. He watched as Hermione's cheeks hollowed and her eyes watered with the effort, her inexperience evident but her willingness unmistakable. He stroked her hair softly, encouraging her. " "That's it… just like that, you're doing so well," he murmured.
His breathing grew heavier, and his hips began to rock gently. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the sensation, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Harry's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, and she took him deeper into her mouth.
His cock tasted salty and musky, and she found herself craving more of him. Harry's grip tightened, and he started to thrust shallowly, his cock sliding over her tongue. She felt his muscles tense, and she knew he was close. The power she had over him in this moment was exhilarating.
"You look so fucking good like this," Harry gasped, pulling away. "But I want to hear you moaning my name when I finish. Spread your legs for me, Hermione."
"I'll do anything you want. Just don't stop now." Her eyes snapped open, and she nodded eagerly. Harry positioned himself between her legs, his cock standing tall and proud. His finger slid between her thighs spreading her wet pussy, and began to rub slow circles around her pussy slit.
Hermione moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs wider. Harry took his time, teasing her clit and sliding a finger inside her. She was so wet, so ready, and she could feel her orgasm building.
He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his finger worked its magic. The feeling was indescribable, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Harry's thumb found her clit, pressing down firmly as he added a second finger.
Her hips bucked against his hand, and she came with a cry, her body shaking with pleasure. Harry chuckled against her mouth, his eyes dark with lust. "Now, I think it's time, don't you?"
He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Hermione felt a slight sting, but it quickly gave way to a fullness she hadn't known existed. She was tight around him, and he was so big.
"Take a deep breath, Hermione," he instructed, and she did, feeling herself relax. He slid in deeper, inch by glorious inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Merlin, you're—you're so big," she whimpered, adjusting to the way his cock filled her pussy completely.
Harry groaned at her words, his fingers flexing against her thighs. "And you're so fucking tight," he gritted out. "You feel incredible, Hermione. Better than I ever imagined."
She squeezed around him involuntarily, drawing a shuddering gasp from his lips. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.
"Yes," she panted, her fingers gripping his back. "It feels so good. Don't stop."
Her words were all the encouragement he needed. Harry began to thrust, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had her moaning his name. Her nails dug into his back, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
"Fuck, Hermione," he groaned, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. "Your pussy gripping me so fucking tight, like it doesn't want to let pull out."
She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more. "Harder, Harry," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Please—don't hold back."
A dark hunger flickered in his eyes. "You want it harder?" he growled, gripping her hips and driving into her with more force. "Then take it."
The bed creaked beneath them as he picked up the pace, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Hermione could barely think, her body consumed by sensation.
"You love this, don't you?" Harry panted, his breath hot against her ear. "Being fucked like this—stretched, filled—mine."
"Yes, Harry!" she cried, her head falling back. "Only you. Always you."
A guttural moan rumbled in his chest as he reached between them, his thumb finding her clit. He worked it in tight, skillful circles, sending her spiraling higher. Hermione's entire body trembled, the tension coiling inside her like a tightly wound spring.
"I'm going to cum, Harry!" she gasped, her body arching beneath him.
"Fuck—me too," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. "Cum with me, Hermione. Milk every last drop out of me."
Their eyes locked, and she felt him swell even more inside her, stretching her to the brink of pain and pleasure. Then, with a final, deep thrust, Harry came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. Hermione's body spasmed around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering against each other. Harry kissed her neck, her collarbone, her cheek, and finally her mouth. His kisses were gentle and reverent, and she could feel the love he had for her at every touch.
Hermione felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she'd never experienced before. It was more than just the afterglow of sex; it was a feeling of deep satisfaction. She knew at that moment that she'd made the right choice.
"Ready for round two?" Harry whispered against her ear, his voice thick with lust. She nodded eagerly, her body already responding to his words. His cock slid out of her pussy with a pop, and she felt a bit of his cum dribble out. He reached down and gently wiped it away with his thumb before bringing it to her lips.
"Open up," he murmured, his tone dark and commanding. "Taste what we've done."
Her lips parted obediently, and she took his thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it as she locked eyes with him. The salty, musky flavor of their combined arousal sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She hadn't expected it to feel so filthy—so intoxicatingly intimate.
Harry groaned at the sight, his cock twitching in renewed anticipation. Without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach, guiding her up onto her knees.
"That's my good girl," he praised, gripping her hips. He brought her face inches from his still-hard length, glistening with her slick. "Now, clean up your mess, love."
Hermione felt a thrill at his words and eagerly took him in her mouth. She licked and sucked, savoring the flavor of their combined releases. She could feel his cock swelling again as she worked him over, her inexperience only adding to the excitement.
In the next room, Lily Potter listened intently, her hand moving rhythmically over her own pussy as she imagined her son claiming Hermione. Her other hand fondled her firm, round breasts, pinching her nipples as she heard the muffled sounds of Harry and Hermione. Her own arousal grew as she thought about her son's prowess and the joy he was bringing to the girl she had always thought of as a daughter-in-law.
Her fingers danced over her clit, the soft moans she stifled in her mouth as she listened to the erotic moaning of her son's lovemaking. Lily felt a strange mix of pride and arousal as she thought of Harry taking his rightful place as a dominant wizard in the bedroom. The listening charm she'd cast was supposed to be for monitoring his studies, but she couldn't stop herself from using it for more...personal reasons.
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