Hermione testing out the Notice-Me-Not charm

Image+story. I know, more Hermione, but I had to. Harry must have a way of supercharging his Notice-Me-Not charms. I'm wrecked by illness this week, but should still have your chapter out on Friday. Hope you like the art and the little story scene and see you Friday. You guys are the best, as ever.

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"Are you sure nobody can see me?" Hermione hissed, sweat dripping from her locks down her back.

Harry glanced over her shoulder, at the crowd of Hogwarts students enjoying their lunch break, taking in the brisk breeze that coralled across the shimmering blue lake. Hogwarts was never more beautiful than in days like these. 

And lunchtimes were never better spent than lying back on dewy grass, with his dick getting circled, ridden, ground and butt-slapped by Hermione's sensuous rear end. 

"I'm sure. I used a Greek variant of the Notice-Me-Not charm."

His best friend let out a keeling whimper as she rose to the tip of his cock and slammed back down. Her emerald butt plug wobbled in her puckering hole, her pussy wet and squishy-sounding with every inch of her movements. "W-what on earth do the Greeks know about the Notice-Me-Not?" She moaned.

"Probably Zeus invented it. You know what a creep he was, always taking fair maidens against their will."

"Can we not talk about male oppression right now?" She growled. "You could at least pretend to be romantic."

"Apollo-gies. Get it? Beause of the Greek god-"

"I got, Harry-" She rolled her eyes.

Harry grinned.

Hermione's lip quivered at the same time her pussy did - creaming down his shaft. "I - oh, fuck - I really think Colin Creevey is staring at me."

"You're imagining things. He's just staring at the place he last saw me." Harry shuddered. "I hate that kid."

"Can't we do it inside?"

"You said we should go outside more."

She scowled at him, picking up the pace, her firm ass clapping back against his groin. She felt like heaven. "I meant for walks."

"You said being by the lake is romantic."

"Getting speared by your broomstick in front of the whole student body is not romantic, Harry!" Hermione hissed, her tongue flicking out. Her body was glowing with sweat - Harry thought she'd never looked better.

"We're spending quality time together during lunch, enjoying the sun." He insisted.

"And I'm in this ridiculous getup-"

"You look incredible-"

"And, oh, Merlin-" Hermione shuddered, her fingers clawing up the grassblades. "You're in my stomach, I swear."

"Now who's being romantic?"

She glared, even as she caressed her own tits. "Why am I doing all the hard work? My calves are burning."

Harry flexed his dick. "I'm providing the main supporting beam."

She slowly eased herself up his cock and spiralled herself back down, her hair tossed back behind her, her hands in the grass to support herself. "You're lucky you have a magic penis." 

"I am."

"You're lucky I love you." She said, more softly, tilting her head back to kiss him.

"I am." He agreed. "And I love you." He winced as he opened his eyes from their kiss. "Don't look, but Colin's getting closer."

"What?!" Her eyes flashed. "Harry, I swear to God, if he can see me right now, I'm cutting off your dick."

Harry blanched. "I feel like that would solve none of our problems."

She gave him a sour look. "You sure? Know what else the Greeks invented? The javelin throw. I'll send your cock straight through his pervy eyes."

He croaked out a laugh. "I really think you're exaggerating the size of my dick."

"You're not the one who has it knocking against their ribcage, mister."

"Fair point. Want to get out of here and finish up in the kitchens?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows. "You can see how much hummus you can eat off my dick before I cum."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Gross, but please. Colin's so weird, I need to escape."

He waited a dramatic second. "We're all agreed, then. We'll pick this up taramasa-later."

"Harry!"