Between Duties(Harry/Hermione)

Harry had been a Junior Auror for two years. The job came with long days, rough nights, and constant pressure. Even with Voldemort gone, dark wizards kept popping up. Harry chased them down to protect Ginny and the kids.

He’d been famous his whole life, but it hit different after Hogwarts. People treated him like a symbol, not a person. He couldn’t stop it, but he learned how to use it. Sometimes, being Harry Potter opened doors faster than any spell.

Harry walked through the busy Ministry Atrium, giving quick smiles as people greeted him with the usual, “Hello, Mr. Potter.” He stepped into an empty elevator and rode it up to the second floor, where the Auror office was.

As he passed the front desk, he noticed her again.

Hermione Granger. Just out of Hogwarts. Everyone knew she was smart and serious, a real go-getter. Brown hair, glasses, sharp eyes.

But that wasn’t what grabbed his attention.

It was her mouth. Full lips that curved into a smile he couldn’t stop thinking about. He’d had dreams about that mouth wrapped around his cock. And her tits? Huge. Round and high, better than any girl who’d ever thrown herself at him.

He figured they had to be 35DD. Big and firm, like they didn’t know what gravity was. Her white blouse had two buttons undone, and he got a clear look at that deep, perfect cleavage while handing in his report. Like always, he looked. But today felt different.

Hermione stood up as he passed. She turned around, leaned over the printer, slow and casual.

Her ass was unreal.

Round, tight, full. It begged to be grabbed, bitten, spread wide. Harry stared, cock already stirring. He pictured her bent over, back arched, skin hot under his hands while he pounded into her, hips slamming, her body twisting with every thrust.

Her skirt hugged every inch of her lower body. It showed off the curve of her waist, then stretched tight over her thick, round ass. With each step she took, it bounced a little, teasing him and making it hard to think about anything else.

The fabric looked like it could tear if she moved the wrong way. Right where her thighs met, he imagined heat, slick and ready. He wanted to feel it. Taste it. Fuck it.

In his head, she was on her knees, back arched, ass up. He could see her gasping as he pushed deep inside her. Her fingers would grip the sheets, her body jerking with every hard thrust. That ass was made for fucking. For gripping tight. For taking everything he had until she screamed his name and begged for more.

Harry stepped into the Head Auror’s office and handed over his report like he’d done a hundred times. They kept it short, going over some trouble in Diagon Alley and how it got handled. Nothing big.

When they wrapped up, Harry let him know he was heading out for the night. They shook hands, quick and firm.

The day had worn him down, but that was part of the job. Even with Voldemort gone, dark magic didn’t stay buried for long.

Harry walked through the twisting halls of the Ministry, his mind drifting from reports and meetings. He thought about Ginny, the house, the kids’ laughter when he came home. That life felt far away right now.

As he neared the front desk, he spotted Hermione, calm and focused like always. But something in him stirred. The day had been long, and the idea of a little harmless fun tugged at him.

A bit of flirting wouldn’t hurt. That’s what he told himself anyway.

Hermione glanced up from her papers as Harry walked over. Her eyes lit up. “Done for the day?” she asked, smiling.

Harry leaned on the desk, grinning. “For now. But I have to admit, being around you makes me rethink what ‘done’ really means.”

She blushed, biting her lip to hide her smile. “Flattery like that might just get you in trouble, Mr. Potter.” Her eyes sparkled, and she didn’t look away.

Harry smirked, eyes sliding down her body. “Good to know, Miss Granger. And speaking of staying flexible… I was thinking about relaxing a bit before I head home. Maybe you’d like to join me in my office. For a professional debrief.”

Her cheeks turned even redder, but her eyes gave her away. She was into it.

“A debrief?” she asked, voice soft. “Is that your way of saying something else?”

“Could be,” he said, flashing a quick grin. “Just two hard-working Ministry employees making sure everything’s in order. Behind a locked door.”

She paused, watching him. Then she shut her ledger and stood. That grin of hers was pure trouble. “Can’t let the team down, can we?” Delete

Harry sank into his chair, letting the cushion pull him deep. Between his legs, Hermione was on her knees, lips wrapped tight around his cock. She moved slow at first, then picked up pace, head bobbing smooth and steady.

Every stroke sent heat shooting through him. Her tits bounced with every motion, heavy and perfect, swinging just enough to make him groan. All day they’d teased him. Now they were his to watch, to enjoy, as she worked his cock like she was made for it.

Harry sighed, eyes shut, lost in how good it felt. Hermione sucked cock like a real slut. Wet, deep, greedy. Her tongue worked his head while her lips sealed tight around him, pulling slow, then fast, keeping him right on the edge.

She leaned in more, licking his balls while her hand pumped his shaft. The way she moved, the way she handled him, it wasn’t shy. It was filthy. Bold. She wanted to make him lose control, and it was working. Harry groaned, gripping the armrests. Every stroke, every flick of her tongue, sent heat racing up his spine.

Harry grinned wider, watching her head dip lower. Her lips wrapped around one of his balls, sucking soft and slow, while her hand kept stroking his cock. The mix of her mouth and her touch had him right on the edge.

He couldn’t believe how good it felt. This wasn’t some clumsy first-timer. Hermione was into it, deep into it, like making him come was her goal. And Harry, a trained Auror, sat back and let her work, letting this filthy little eighteen-year-old treat him like a king.

The thought of Ginny flashed in his head, but it faded fast. Hermione’s mouth felt too damn good. There was no guilt, not with her kneeling between his legs, giving him the kind of wild, dirty pleasure he hadn’t had in years. Home felt far away. Right now, all that mattered was her.

Harry slid his fingers into her hair, guiding her as she sucked one ball, then the other. Slow, wet, perfect. Her hand rolled and squeezed his balls, fingers brushing lower, teasing that spot that made his whole body jolt. Every touch lit him up. Every second pushed him closer.

As good as it felt, Harry knew he was close. Her mouth on his balls had him twitching, but he needed more. He needed that warm, wet mouth back on his cock.

He gave her hair a soft pull, guiding her up. She got the message. Her lips slid over his shaft again, deeper this time, taking him down her throat like she was starving for it. He groaned hard, hips flexing. Fuck, she felt perfect. Delete

Harry’s eyes locked on the sight in front of him. Hermione, naked and bent over the sink, legs spread, ass up. Her back arched just enough to make him lose it. She looked wild. Ready. Fucking perfect.

His cock was thick, slick with her juices, pumping in and out of her tight, soaked pussy. Wet sounds filled the air, her moans mixing with their heavy breathing. Every thrust made her body shake.

Harry gripped her hips hard. “That’s it, baby. You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes,” Hermione moaned, breath shaky and needy. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. So wet just waiting for it.”

Harry couldn’t stop staring at her ass, bouncing with every thrust. Round, smooth, begging for more. Her skin was flushed, her body giving in to every hard stroke.

He grabbed her ass tight, spreading those thick cheeks as he slammed into her. “Fuck, your ass,” he growled. “It’s perfect.”

Each thrust made it jiggle against his hands, soft and full, everything he wanted. He squeezed harder, hips snapping, lost in the way her body moved under his.

Hermione slammed her hips back, taking every inch of him. Her skin burned under his hands, her body desperate for more. Harry grunted and picked up the pace, fucking her harder.

His hand cracked against her ass, loud and sharp. Her cheeks rippled from the hit, the red mark blooming under his palm. He ran his fingers over it, loving the heat, loving how she shivered from his touch.

“Oh, Harry!” she cried out.“Hit me again!”

Harry’s blood surged at her cry. He smacked her other cheek hard, the sound cracking through the bathroom. Her ass bounced from the hit, soft and perfect under his hand.

“Oh, Merlin, I love it!” she moaned “Again!”

He didn’t hesitate. Another sharp slap landed, making her gasp. Her moans came faster, louder. Her ass was flushed pink, jiggling with every hit, every thrust. Hermione slammed her hips back onto him, crying out as her body locked up, pussy clenching tight as she came hard around his cock.

“Yes… yes… yes!” she gasped, her voice rising with every word. Her pussy tightened around him, pulsing hard. “I’m cumming, Harry… oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

Harry didn’t slow down. He slammed into her, hips snapping, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. He reached around, grabbed her bouncing tit, and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel it.”

That pushed her over the edge. “YES!” she screamed, her whole body shaking as she came, hard and loud. “OH FUCK, HARRY!”

Her pussy fluttered around him, tight and wet, squeezing every inch like it didn’t want to let go. Her whole body shook, and the way she clenched down on him pulled him straight into his own release.

“Fuck, baby,” Harry groaned, thrusting deep. “I’m gonna come.”

Hermione arched her back, pushing her ass into him. “Yes! Come in me, Harry. I want every drop.”

That did it. He slammed into her one last time, cock throbbing hard as he emptied himself inside her. Hot cum flooded her, thick and heavy, leaking out around him while he stayed buried deep.

Harry leaned in, bracing his hands beside her. Their bodies were still pressed together, skin hot and slick. He kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder, slow and deep, tasting her sweat and wanting more.

Hermione turned in his arms, cheeks flushed, eyes shining. “Mmm, that was fun,” she said, fingers brushing along his jaw. “But I should probably get back to my desk.”

Harry chuckled, eyes dragging down her naked, glowing body. “Yeah, we should get dressed. Wouldn’t want anyone thinking something’s going on.”

She smirked, then dropped to her knees again without a word. Her lips wrapped around his cock, still half-hard, her tongue flicking and teasing as she tasted both of them mixed on his skin.

“Mmm,” she hummed, licking her lips, eyes locked on his. “Delicious.”

Harry groaned, eyes falling shut as heat rushed through him. “Merlin, Hermione,” he muttered, running his fingers through her messy hair. “You really know how to treat a guy.”

She sat back, smirking like she owned him. “It’s part of the job. Gotta keep Aurors happy.” She stood, smoothing her clothes like nothing had happened. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Potter.”

“Tomorrow, Miss Granger,” he said, zipping up with a grin.

As she turned to go, he reached out and grabbed a handful of her ass. She looked back over her shoulder, that wicked smile still playing on her lips.