Bookworm Brunettes Part 2

Harry slept well for the rest of the night, but his head was a mess when he woke up. He didn’t understand anything, honestly.

Had he time traveled? It seemed so real at the time. That was impossible, though. It literally went against the laws of magic. And what was the mechanism that supposedly did it? Him orgasming.

Yeah, there was no way any of that actually happened.

That’s the decision he came to in the morning, as he was getting dressed. He was happy that he was confident about it, because the night before he had been feeling guilty. Minerva seemed like she really needed that night with him, and she treated him so well…

But it had just been inside of his head. He must’ve drifted off after his wank and had a particularly vivid dream. That’s all that there was to it.

He worked himself up until he was excited for the day ahead of him. He and Hermione were planning to explore the city.

They were going to take advantage of their status as young adults and the freedom of the war being over. There weren’t any death eaters left to curse them or cause trouble. They could behave like a boy and girl their age were meant to.

For Harry, who wasn’t used to hanging out with friends like this because of his upbringing, he couldn’t help but be excited.

He found Hermione’s house easily based on her directions. He was wearing standard muggle clothes that he hoped were stylish, and not the kind of mismatched thing a pureblood would pick out. It'd been a while since he dressed like this.

When Harry rang the doorbell, the door flew open after just seconds.

“Harry!” Hermione squealed.

He wasn’t the only one who had been excited to be doing something unusual by their standards. Hermione leapt out and hugged him. Harry smiled and hugged her back.

As the hug dragged on, Harry’s good mood turned to uncertainty. He was very conscious of two soft bulges pushing on his chest.

For that matter, had Hermione’s back always been this slender? His arms reached around her so easily. His forearms were on her lower back, and he could feel her butt curving out right underneath them. For a second, he had the urge to grab her body lower than he was.

Harry ended the hug and mercilessly stamped out the treacherous thought that had crossed his mind.

Hermione seemed surprised about the hug’s sudden end, but she didn’t question him. She smiled at Harry. She was dressed for visiting muggle London too, including a tight cotton shirt and jeans that held onto her legs for dear life. Harry caught himself staring at the shape of her thighs.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” Hermione said. “This will be SO fun. Mom, Dad, I’m going!”

“Have fun!” her mom shouted.

“Take care of her Harry!” her dad yelled.

“DAD!” Hermione said.

Harry heard laughter inside the house, but only for a second before Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the street.

“I have the entire day planned!” Hermione said. “Come on. We’ll start in the City of London. There’s a restaurant on the Thames…”

Hermione really did have the whole day planned. Harry was content to smile and go along with it. She was always the one with a plan, while he brought his natural charms to the table. They made a good duo, just as they had for seven years and counting.

It was rare for them to do things just the two of them without Ron, but this was a trip that Ron would’ve been a headache on. He couldn’t handle the muggle world to save his life. Harry and Hermione both decided that they would handle this by themselves.

Plus, Hermione needed a break from Ron.

For a bit, Harry’s best friends had seemed like they were moving toward a romantic relationship, but Hermione quickly discovered that she didn't see Ron that way. The two were still friends, and they never really dated in order for them to break up. 

Still, Hermione couldn’t relax to the fullest with Ron around right now. Harry was sure any awkwardness between them would fade away and die in the next couple of months.

Hermione led him down the street, her brown hair shining golden when the sun hit it. Hermione was so excited that she still hadn’t let go of Harry’s hand. Harry noticed… but didn’t say anything. Friends did this, right?

Maybe it was her brown hair fanning out behind her head. Maybe it was the London sights around them, familiar and unfamiliar to Harry in equal amounts. Maybe it was just because it had bothered him so much… But Harry found himself constantly thinking of his dream.

The dream had felt so real he could barely consider it a dream.

The dream where his professor, who looked so similar to Hermione that they could have been sisters, dropped to her knees and slurped his dick like a popsicle.

That dream.

Harry tried to distract himself by looking at the stunning local sights, but the first one his eyes landed on was Hermione’s ass.

“Are you feeling okay, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“Fine!” Harry said. “Why?”

She had stopped walking and turned around to face him. “You’re being more quiet than usual. Are you not excited for today?”

“I’m excited,” Harry promised. “I just had an intense dream last night. I guess I’m having trouble forgetting it.”

Hermione’s expression immediately softened. Harry could tell that she thought it was a nightmare, probably about the horrors they had seen in the war. Harry wasn’t a brave enough man to admit what he REALLY dreamed about.

“It’s okay,” Hermione said. “I’ll make sure to distract you!”

She immediately got off to a strong start by turning around again, facing her ass toward him. Had it always been so… big?

Bad Harry, Harry thought to himself. Stop paying attention to how sexy your best friend is. Today isn’t a date. It’s just friends hanging out! 

He’d never had this problem before. That dream sure had sure done a number on him.

The day didn’t get any easier from there, because Hermione stayed just as easy on the eyes. Every time she turned her head, Harry spotted what he was sure was her best angle. However, he managed to focus and stop acting like a dork.

The two of them spoke and bantered. They got ice creams and wandered along the Thames. They walked on the Westminster Bridge. Hermione had brought an old disposable camera. She snapped plenty of photos, half of them of Harry, and even got a tourist to take a picture of the two of them with the river in the background.

The arm Harry had over her shoulder in the photo was pulling Hermione slightly closer than normal for friends, but Hermione never complained so she most likely didn’t notice.

After lunch Hermione wanted to ride on the London Eye.

“I’ve lived here for my whole life, but I’ve never done it,” Hermione said. “The views must be stunning.”

They waited in line with tourists, most of whom were foreign, until it was their turn to board. Harry and Hermione got a pod to themselves (definitely not because Harry covertly used a charm to make that happen).

“Using magic on muggles is wrong, Harry,” Hermione said only after they were sitting in their seats.

“I didn’t hurt anyone,” Harry said. “It’ll be more fun this way.”

“I suppose so,” Hermione said.

The gigantic ferris wheel started to rotate. As their pod was lifted up, they could look over the heart of London and gaze at the city. Hermione was so excited by what she saw, she left her seat and bent forward, pressing her forehead onto the glass to look.

“The view of Big Ben is fantastic, Harry. Gosh, look at the view of the river!” she said.

Hermione kept looking at different things, shifting her body, which made her rear end wiggle side to side. Harry couldn’t look at any of the things she was pointing out. Muggle pants were so tight on her… He could see the entire shape of it…

“Are you listening?” Hermione asked, spinning around. 

Harry jumped.

“Yep!” Harry said. “You were saying that you can see the river?”

“I can even see where we were on Westminster Bridge!” Hermione said. “Harry, come over here and look out!”

Harry belatedly heard her request because he was busy noticing something about his own body. His dick had decided now was a good time to get hard.

“Harry!” Hermione said. “Come on!”

“I’ll keep sitting down for now,” Harry said. “I’m… feeling motion sick!”

That was a bad excuse to use. Out of concern for him, Hermione immediately turned and looked at him to make sure he was okay. 

Harry shifted in his seat to try and hide his bulge as well as he could.

“Do you need to apparate off?” Hermione asked. “I would hate for you to throw up because of something I suggested. I thought it wouldn’t be an issue because of the way you get on a broom.”

“It’s fine!” Harry said. “I’m fine! Don’t worry about it. Go back to looking at the view. This is what you wanted to see.”

Hermione kept staring at him, and Harry nearly jumped.

It looked for a moment like her eyes had dipped down and were looking between his legs.

Hermione turned around again and Harry quietly let out a relieved breath.

“It looks… really big from here,” Hermione said.

“What does?” Harry asked, relieved that the conversation was moving on. “Big Ben?”

Hermione mumbled something that he couldn’t hear.

“What was that?” Harry asked. “I didn’t catch it.”

“Your penis,” Hermione clarified.

Harry was rendered speechless.

“It got that way because of me, didn’t it?” Hermione said. “I’ve seen you looking. I don’t know what changed before today, but… I’m glad that it did. Seeing you like this makes me happy.”

“Hermione…” Harry said.

“So you can touch it!” Hermione blurted. “Do whatever you want.”

“I can touch what?” Harry asked.

Hermione looked back at him over her shoulder. “What do you think, dummy?”

She wiggled her ass. This time, the movement was twice as hot as it had been to Harry before. Because this time, he knew that she was deliberately enticing him.

He stood up. 

Now that he wasn’t trying to hide his bulge, it protruded noticeably. He walked up to Hermione and grabbed her on the hips.

“Oh!” Hermione exclaimed.

Harry ran his fingers down the denim of her jeans. He rubbed her ass, feeling how the skin underneath it moved. Hermione moaned and trembled under his touch, offering no objections.

Harry’s hands went down to her inner thighs, groping them one at a time. He pushed her shirt up slightly. He stared at the skin of her lower back, and the top part of her panties sticking out of the hem of her jeans.

Harry moved his hands around her sides to her stomach, moving his fingers over Hermione’s warm flesh. She moaned again. He got his fingers on the button of her jeans and popped it open.

Hermione had planted her hands on the glass of their compartment to brace herself. Her breath was fogging up the glass. Harry unzipped her jeans to loosen them and pulled them down.

“B-Big Ben takes half an hour to go all the way around,” Hermione said. “So we… have time.”

“Thanks, Hermione,” Harry said.

He bent down and put his mouth next to her ear on the side of her head. “What would I do without you?”

He stood up and went back to playing with her ass. Hermione’s panties were hot pink and way cuter than he expected. He didn’t know her girly side would come out in something like this.

Harry liked her panties so much that he left them on her as he stuck his hands under them. Hermione’s ass was warm and so soft that Harry’s hands kept sinking in. He loved the moans she made whenever he squeezed her.

Pulling his hands away, Harry gave her ass one (admittedly gentle) spank).

“That stung!” Hermione said.

“Sorry. You’re so sexy that I had to do it,” Harry said.

“You’re making that up,” Hermione mumbled. “Me, sexy?”

“Of course you’re sexy!” Harry said. “You made me like this.”

He pushed his pants down and let his dick flop out. It bounced against Hermione’s panties, striking right between her cheeks. Herimone felt its girth against her.

“I knew it was big,” she exclaimed. 

“You made it big,” Harry said. “This is your doing.”

He finally took her panties down. He slide them to the top of her thighs and looked at Hermione’s bare ass. After giving it a couple of rubs, Harry couldn’t hold back.

“I’m going to put it in, if that’s okay,” Harry said.

“I told you that you can do what you want,” Hermione said. “If it’s for Harry, I’ll do anything.”

Harry’s blood pumped in his ears. He pushed his dick inside of Hermione, easing forward at a slow pace, both of them gasping as more of him went inside of her.

As the day went on, Harry had come to a decision about the dream that he had. He thought it was an omen of repressed desires.

Hermione was extremely hot, but he hadn’t been able to see that because they had been friends for so long. Eventually, all of that post puberty attraction was bound to come out. It did so in the form of a dream, and all that time travel nonsense and Minerva’s name had just been standard dream weirdness.

Really, it had been a wet dream about Hermione, awakening him to the desires he’d been repressing.

Hermione must have had her own desires. She was gushing on his cock, her vagina as eager as could be to receive Harry’s manly member.

“I’m going to start thrusting now,” Harry said.

“Do it,” Hermione begged.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Mmmm. Ahhh. Mmph!” Hermione moaned.

Harry was holding her hips and giving it to her at a solid speed. The view over the rooftops of London was laid out in front of them, including a good portion of the city’s landmarks. But Harry was convinced that the most beautiful part was Hermione.

He could see her face in the glass’s reflection. He watched her gasp and listened to her fingers squeaking against the glass as he pleasured her. Now that they had come this far, it felt like she was made for him and he was made for her. That’s how perfectly their bodies went together.

The ass Harry had admired and inspected was jiggling as he took his best friend from behind. Harry could feel his thighs clapping into her thighs. Hermione’s slender back that he noticed during their hug was half bare, with Harry able to see every divot and curve of it.

“Hermione…” Harry moaned.

“I’m on birth control,” Hermione moaned. “Muggle and magical both. Harry you— You can do it inside.”

Harry grinned. He took his hands off of her hips and planted them on the glass above Hermione’s hands. Leaning his body forward, they both left their own handprints as he gave her backshots. Right when they were at the highest point on the ferris wheel, Harry climaxed.

Hermione squirted all over him as cum flooded into her.

“Haaaaarry…” Hermione moaned.

She reached up. Instead of having her hands on the window, she held onto Harry’s forearms like handles. Harry shut his eyes to relish the warmth inside of her. Hermione’s pussy was still convulsing around his dick.

“Kiss me,” she said quietly.

She pointed her face up and puckered her lips. Harry smiled and leaned down, determined to do what she wanted.

Until his head spun violently.