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"Are you serious right now?" Harry demanded, frowning across at his boat partner for the day.

"Hmm?" Hermione barely glanced up at him, entranced by her book. She looked like a million Galleons in her tight red swimsuit that hugged her body so beautifully, her lower lips so firmly outlined that he could probably have stuck a Galleon in there. Or at least a Sickle.

"You're not going for a swim, you're not gonna talk to me, you're just going to read your book?"

"That's right." She frowned.

He huffed, crossing his arms and sulking. He was hard and eager for some attention, but she refused to give it to him. She absently ran her hand over her chest, pulling at the strap and then without glancing away from her book, caressed her thighs, which shimmered with sunscreen. He knew she was tormenting him.

"Is this because of what happened back at the castle?" Harry ventured.

Hermione's glare burned. Yep, definitely about what happened at the castle. "What do you think, Harry?"

He winced. "I didn't know Dennis Creevey was going to be outside the castle."

Hermione tossed the book to one side and practically hissed. "You put me in this ridiculous swimsuit and you promised me nobody was going to see me like this."

"You look gorgeous--"

"And I consented, because I've seen all the other girls wearing two Knut's worth of fabric and I thought, okay, why not, Hermione? Harry says you'll be on the boat, far from prying eyes. Harry says there's no way anyone will see us."

Harry coughed, his ears red. "I'm sure Dennis didn't see anything--"

"He took, like, eight pictures, Harry. His camera bulb was smoking!"

"A lot of girls wear swimsuits--"

"Look at this!" Hermione pointed to her camel toe. "You can practically see my ovaries, Harry." She slid a finger between her lips, outside the swimsuit. "I've read books thinner than this!"

Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I'll get the photos off Dennis."

"I'm sure he's spread them to half the boys in Hogwarts by now." Hermione huffed.

He was silent for a long minute. "...for what it's worth, you look beautiful."

"...thank you." She muttered.

He paused for a minute and then decided to test his luck. "So we're not gonna get dirty on this boat?"

"No, Harry."

He grimaced, looking down at his tented swimshorts. Screw it. He yanked his shorts down and took hold of his wand.

"What are you doing?!" Hermione spluttered.

He grinned and stroked himself. "I'm sorry, darling, but you're just too beautiful and you're glowing under the sun. I know you're too mad to do anything, but I can't help myself."

"Harry, you can't just expose yourself and start yanking on that ridiculous thing--"

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, eyes fixated between her thighs. "Mione..."

"Stop that!"

"I can't! You're just too stunning!" He exclaimed, thrusting his hips.

"Alright, alright!" Hermione growled. "If, and I mean if, I get you off, will you promise to let me read my book?"

"I promise."

She gnawed at her lip. "You can...use my mouth."

"You mean it?" He was over there in a second, the boat shifting scarily as he stood either side of her shoulders and crouched down, his shaft rubbing against her cheeks.

Hermione's eyes flashed, but he could tell she was getting in the mood. She took hold of him and scowled up at him. "You're going to be quick."

"Quicker than a teenage boy in the Holyhead Harpies locker room."

"Fine." She opened her lips, and with a grin, he slid into her warm welcoming mouth.

"Mmmph," she gurgled.

Harry smiled and took hold of her long hair as he began to thrust his hips. "I love you, sweetheart."

"Gnnng-guurk-you-twoosh." Hermione replied.

Harry smiled happily to himself. On the boat under the warm summer sun, enjoying his girlfriend's throat. What better way was there to spend the day?

He frowned as he caught a glint of light from Hogwarts, way in the distance. He could barely make out the individual windows, but there was definitely a reflective glint...a lens.

That creep, Dennis! He was even worse than his big brother...especially now he'd got hold of a long distance lens. That was it! Their boat day was over. There was no way he was letting that creepy kid take shots of Hermione gagging on him. Harry was going straight over there to have some strict words with him - and maybe a curse or two.

Hermione moaned as his sack slapped against her chin, swallowing him, throat milking rhythmically.

Although...maybe he'd do it tomorrow, Harry thought with a guilty grin, holding Hermione's head tightly. After all, there was no sense wasting the sun...and he'd promised Hermione she could read her book.