Dirty Little Secrets Ch. 3 [Exclusive]

Paperwork and Pleasures - HarryxHermione

Harry had already been working as a Junior Auror for two years. The job involved a lot of fieldwork, which often proved stressful. Despite Voldemort’s defeat, dark forces persisted, and Harry’s duties remained critical. His mission was clear: to hunt down rogue wizards and ensure the safety of his children and his wife, Ginny. Throughout his life, Harry had been no stranger to fame and adulation. However, it wasn’t until he’d grown up and left Hogwarts that he fully understood the weight of his celebrity—how people engaged with him solely based on his fame, his popularity. There was little he could do to change how others perceived him, but he could certainly use that perception to his advantage when necessary.

On this particular day, as Harry strode through the bustling Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, he greeted passersby with a polite smile in response to their routinely offered, “Hello, Mr. Potter.” Stepping into an empty elevator, he ascended to the second floor, home to the Auror department. He couldn’t help but notice the new receptionist as he passed through the lobby. Hermione Granger, fresh out of Hogwarts, was a witch of Muggle descent, known for her ambition and career-driven attitude. With her brown hair, glasses, and sharp intellect, she stood out—but those weren’t the features that caught Harry’s attention. Her full, natural lips curled into a knowing smile that had haunted his dreams since day one—dreams where those very lips were wrapped around his member. Hermione’s assets didn’t end with her mouth; she possessed an extraordinary set of breasts, undoubtedly among the finest he’d ever seen, despite the number of female admirers he’d had. He guessed they were about 35DD, large and firm, as if defying gravity. Today, Hermione wore a white blouse with two buttons undone, affording Harry a generous view of her cleavage as he delivered his Tuesday report. And, as usual, he indulged in the sight. But today, Hermione seemed to be in an especially giving mood. As Harry walked by, she stood up, turned her back to him, and leaned forward to reach the printer. Hermione’s ass was a ripe peach, begging to be bitten and savored. Full, firm, and aching to be spread wide, it was the kind of ass that could make a saint into a sinner, that could turn strong men weak at the knees. Harry’s gaze lingered on the swell of her cheeks, imagining the heat and the tightness that awaited him, the way her body would yield to his, writhing and bucking as he took her from behind.

Her skirt hugged the contours of her lower body, outlining the sensual dip of her waist before flaring out over the luscious globes of her ass—globes that jiggled with each step she took, teasing him with visions of their rhythmic dance against his pelvis. The fabric strained to contain such bountiful beauty, the crease where her thighs met promising a wet, willing heaven that Harry longed to explore with his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

In his mind’s eye, he could already see her on all fours, her ass raised high, inviting him to claim her. He pictured the way she would gasp as he filled her, the way her nails would scratch at the sheets as he drove into her again and again, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with each desperate stroke. It was an ass built for fucking, for marking, for possessing utterly and completely, and Harry knew that if he ever got the chance to take her in that most primal of ways, he would make her scream his name until the walls shook with the force of their passion.

Stepping into the office of the Head Auror, Harry delivered his report with practiced ease. The conversation was brief and professional, revolving around the minor incident in Diagon Alley and the subsequent containment measures. As the discussion drew to a close, Harry informed his superior of his intent to head home for the evening. With a curt nod and a firm handshake, Harry bid farewell to the Head Auror, leaving the office with a sense of accomplishment. The day’s work had been taxing, but it was the nature of the job he had chosen—a job that demanded constant vigilance against the remnants of dark magic that lingered even after Voldemort’s fall.

As he made his way through the labyrinthine corridors of the Ministry, Harry’s mind began to drift away from the paperwork and reports that had consumed his day. He thought of Ginny and the life they had built together, the warmth of their home, and the laughter of their children that greeted him each evening. As Harry approached the reception desk where Hermione presided with an air of graceful efficiency, a mischievous idea began to take shape in his mind. The day had been long and arduous—perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in a bit of lighthearted flirtation before heading home to Ginny. After all, it was harmless fun…or so he told himself.

Hermione looked up from her paperwork as Harry drew nearer, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “All done for the day?” she asked, her voice laced with genuine interest.

Harry nodded, resting one elbow on the desk and leaning in with a playful smile. “For now,” he replied. “But I have to admit, my definition of ‘done’ becomes much more flexible when I see you here.”

A delicate blush crept across Hermione’s cheeks, and she bit her lower lip in an attempt to suppress her smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Potter,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and pleasure at his boldness.

Harry chuckled, allowing his gaze to sweep appreciatively over her. “I’m glad to hear it, Miss Granger. And speaking of flexibility… I was thinking about unwinding a bit before heading home. Maybe you could join me in my office for a… professional debriefing?”

Hermione’s blush deepened at the suggestive undertone of his invitation, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of excitement. “A debriefing?” she echoed, her voice slightly breathless. “Is that code for something?”

“Perhaps,” Harry said with a conspiratorial wink. “Consider it an opportunity for two exceptionally dedicated Ministry employees to ensure they’re on the same page…in complete privacy.”

For a moment, Hermione seemed to weigh her options before an impish grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Well,” she said as she closed her ledger and rose from her chair, “it wouldn’t do to let our dedication falter now, would it?”

Harry relaxed into the plush comfort of his office chair, his eyes fixated on the delectable sight before him. Hermione, the busty secretary knelt between his spread legs, her lips sealed tightly around his thick shaft. Each bob of her head sent waves of pleasure coursing through Harry’s body. Her tits—those magnificent globes that had taunted him all day—swung freely with the rhythm of her oral ministrations, mesmerizing him with their hypnotic dance.

With a contented sigh, Harry closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink deeper into the abyss of carnal delight that Hermione’s mouth provided. Her technique was flawless—a mixture of suction and tongue twirls that drove him wild with desire. She was no amateur; this was a woman who knew how to pleasure a man, and Harry was more than happy to reap the benefits of her talents.

Feeling the need to explore further she leaned in, her tongue darting out to tease his sensitive sac while her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in tandem with her oral worship.

Harry’s smile broadened as he watched Hermione’s head dip lower, her lips closing around one of his balls, sucking gently while her hand continued to pump his cock. The dual sensations were nearly overwhelming, pushing him closer to the edge of ecstasy. Here he was, a seasoned Auror, allowing himself to be pampered by an 18-year-old temptress who seemed to derive as much pleasure from pleasuring him as he did from receiving her attentions.

The thought of his infidelity flickered through Harry’s mind, but it was quickly extinguished by the fiery lust that consumed him. He couldn’t bring himself to feel remorse for this stolen moment of bliss—not when Hermione’s mouth felt so damn good on his body. Ginny was miles away, lost in the routine of their domestic life, while Hermione was here, now, offering him the kind of raw, uninhibited passion that he hadn’t felt in years.

Harry threaded his fingers through Hermione’s thick hair, guiding her as she switched from one testicle to the other, lavishing each with equal attention. Her free hand cupped and massaged his balls, her fingers occasionally brushing against his perineum, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

As much as he was enjoying the exquisite torture of Hermione’s ball-play, Harry knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted—no, needed—to feel her lips wrapped around his cock once more. With a gentle tug on her hair, he directed her back to his throbbing member, groaning in appreciation as she took him deep into her throat.

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Harry’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Hermione’s naked body bent over the sink—a vision of pure, unrestrained lust. Her skin, flawless and luminous, glowed with the heat of their desire, her back arched slightly as she braced herself, offering herself to him without reservation.

His cock, thick and vein-ridden, glistened with her juices as it slid in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The sounds of their passion filled the bathroom—the slick, lewd noises of their joining, their ragged breathing, and the pleasurable cries that escaped their lips.

“That’s it, baby,” Harry growled, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of her hips. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes,” Hermione moaned, her voice filled with wanton need. “I’ve been craving your big cock all day. Been so wet just thinking about it.”

Harry’s gaze was riveted to the hypnotic motion of Hermione’s plump ass as he thrust into her from behind. Her cheeks jiggled and swayed with every movement, her flawless skin flushed with the force of their passion. Harry’s large hands spread across the ample globes, guiding his cock with each powerful stroke.

“Fuck, your ass,” Harry cursed, his voice ragged with lust. “It’s so damn perfect.”

With each thrust, Harry reveled in the way her ass cheeks bounced and quivered, the flesh rippling beneath his palms. He squeezed the soft flesh, admiring the way it filled his hands, the fullness of her body a constant temptation.

Hermione pushed back against him, urging him on as his thick cock filled her over and over. Her skin was hot to the touch, her body begging for more. Harry was only too happy to oblige, his hips picking up the pace.

Harry’s palm connected with Hermione’s luscious ass, the sound of the slap reverberating through the steamy bathroom. The force of it made her cheeks jiggle enticingly, and Harry couldn’t resist reaching out to caress the reddening skin, feeling the heat of his handprint against her fair flesh.

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione cried out, her voice edging towards hysteria as the sensation rocked through her body. “Do it again!”

Hermione’s plea for more ignited a fire within Harry, and he brought his hand down on her other cheek with a sharp smack, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. The force of it sent her cheeks jiggling, the flesh rippling under his touch.

“Oh, Merlin, I love it!” Hermione cried out, her voice thick with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “Again!”

Harry obliged, delivering another stinging blow, the sound merging with Hermione’s increasing moans. Her ass cheeks jiggled and swayed with each slap, the flesh growing pink under the force of his passion. Hermione bucked her hips back against him, riding his cock as she succumbed to the overwhelming tide of her orgasm.

“Yes… yes… yes!” she chanted, her voice climbing to a fevered pitch as her pussy clamped down on his cock. “I’m cumming, Harry… oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Harry continued to thrust into her, his hips slamming against her ass as he rode out her orgasm. He reached around to grasp one of her bouncing breasts, his thumb teasing the hardening nipple as he hammered into her with relentless force. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Cum for me… cum all over my cock.” His words were the final stroke that sent Hermione over the edge. “YES!” she screamed, her body convulsing uncontrollably. “OH FUCK, HARRY!”

Her inner walls fluttered around him like butterfly wings, milking his cock for everything it had as her pussy clenched and released around him. Her entire body trembled from the force of her orgasm, causing Harry to follow her into oblivion only seconds later.

“Fuck, baby!” Harry grunted, his hips snapping forward. “I’m gonna come.”

Hermione cried out in response, her back arching to offer him a deeper access. “Yes! Come inside me, Harry! I want it all!”

Her words sent him over the brink. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove into her, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself into her waiting heat. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled her, their mingled fluids leaking out around his still-hard shaft.

Harry leaned forward, his hands braced on either side of her, as he reveled in the closeness of their bodies. He pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, savoring the taste of her sweat-dampened skin.

With a playful grin, Hermione turned in his arms, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. “Mmm, that was fun,” she purred, reaching up to caress his jaw. “But now, sadly, I must return to my post.”

Harry chuckled, his eyes taking in the sight of her naked body, gloriously flushed from their encounter. “I suppose we should get dressed,” he agreed, his hands sliding down to cup her plump ass. “Wouldn’t want anyone to walk in and suspect anything between us.”

Hermione’s smile widened, and without a word, she sank to her knees before him. Her lips closed around his semi-hard length, her tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive head as she tasted their combined essence.

“Mmm,” she hummed, her eyes never leaving his. “Delicious.”

Harry groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shot through him. “Merlin, Hermione,” he whispered, his fingers threading through her thick hair. “You do know how to make a man feel appreciated.”

She sat back on her heels, her lips curved in a sultry smile. “It’s a secretary’s duty to ensure Aurors satisfaction.” She stood gracefully, fixing her disheveled clothing. “Until tomorrow, Mr. Potter.”

“Tomorrow, Miss Granger,” Harry agreed, returning her playful smile as he zipped up his trousers.

As Hermione turned to leave, Harry couldn’t resist giving her ass one last appreciative squeeze, earning him a wicked grin over her shoulder.