Harry & Hermione Pt. 1

A/N: Back again with another one of my old Harry Potter commissions. This one ran from August of 2017 to July of 2018 and was originally ten chapters long but I'll be breaking those up into bite-sized chunks and posting them daily until we're done. Or you can go to HF or QQ and read ahead there! Enjoy!

Themes: Consensual, Loving, Slutty, Dom/Sub, Roleplay

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Harry Potter was a stud. When had he become such a fucking hunk? Those were the kind of thoughts running through Hermione's mind these days, as she spent an entire Summer in Grimmauld Place with her best friend (and unfortunately, far too many other people). Harry had grown up in the two weeks that had passed between School's end and them both arriving at Grimmauld Place. Hermione didn't think it was possible, but the young man she'd grown up alongside was really coming into his own.

The wizard had had the most massive growth spurt Hermione had ever seen and he now closely resembled the few pictures that she'd seen of his father, James Potter. Harry was now tall, broad-shouldered and buff as all hell. Like she'd said earlier, he was a fucking stud of the ninth degree. And if she didn't know any better, Hermione would say that Harry had the hots for her.

To be fair, Hermione didn't know any better. Years of bullying in both mundane schools and at Hogwarts as well had caused the pretty witch's self-confidence to wither. Her self-esteem was in tatters by this point, and only her intelligence and her defiant attitude had her continuing to soldier on all the same. Yet, Hermione was probably one of the most beautiful witches of their year by this point, perhaps even of their entire generation.

The brunette bookworm had gone from a frizzled haired brat to a curvy, buxom witch. Her bust had grown three sizes in the last year alone, though Hermione had only really noticed that as a negative, viewing having to buy new bras every few months as a pain in her ass. And speaking of her ass, at this point it was a fantastic piece of real estate, a big fat bubble butt.

And Harry had noticed. Though Hermione was oblivious to her own good looks, her best friend wasn't. Harry saw what Hermione had to offer and had decided he wanted it, wanted her. Hermione might have been deep in denial about her own self-worth, but Harry wasn't and the young beautiful witch was smart enough to notice that. The way he looked at her, the way his hands brushed against her body at all times of the day whenever they were close enough for him to do so… it made her feel all warm and tingly inside.

Right now was the definition of case in point. They were in Grimmauld Place's dining room while all around the table other Order of the Phoenix members sat and talked amongst themselves. Harry was to her left and Ron was to her right, but while the red haired Weasley boy was stuffing his face full of food and ignoring the world around him, Harry was holding an entire conversation with Tonks across the table from him, all while caressing Hermione's leg.

His hand had been on her body since almost the instant she'd sat down. He'd already been sitting so when she took the place next to him, Harry had smiled at her and leaned over to place a peck on her cheek and ask her how she'd slept. At the same time, he put a hand on her leg ostensibly for stability and Hermione hadn't thought anything of it until they'd exchanged pleasantries and Harry had turned back to his conversation with Tonks while keeping his hand in place.

Now, it was all Hermione could think about. She was eating her breakfast at a very sedate pace, uncharacteristically quiet and blushing up a storm as Harry rubbed soothing circles into her bare leg with his thumb. The busty brunette wished she could say that she was regretting wearing a skirt today rather than jeans, but truth be told, she wasn't. She enjoyed the way Harry was touching her and she rather wished he would do more than just caress her leg. He could go all the way up her thigh if he wanted and she wouldn't stop him. Hell, he could go further than that and Hermione wasn't sure that she'd make a fuss about things…

Unfortunately, this seemed to be the extent of Harry's willingness to touch her. He did not go any further than that and when Tonks tried to bring her into the conversation, Harry's hand left her leg altogether.

"What do you think Hermione?"

Blinking dumbly, Hermione looked up to see both Harry and Tonks grinning at her wickedly. Knowing she was blushing deeply but unable to do anything about it, Hermione stammered out a reply.

"H-huh? I wasn't paying attention, s-sorry. What do I think about what?"

Tonks' grin widened ever so slightly and she threw her gaze over to Harry.

"I was just telling Harry here how much of a stud he's become in such a short amount of time. Of course, self-sacrificing, self-deprecating young man that he is, he says he doesn't think he's any different. Back me up Hermione; hasn't Harry gotten pretty damn hot since you last saw him?"

Hermione glanced to her left where the 'stud' in question sat. She tensed up, freezing like a deer caught in headlights when she saw the look on his face. His eyes were hooded and his jaw was set and all Hermione could make out was a deep hunger in his gaze. Her blush redoubled even as she tried to answer Tonks in a neutral manner.

"H-he's certainly gotten… taller?"

The corners of Harry's lips curled upwards slightly and Hermione found herself smiling hesitantly in turn even as Tonks scoffed at Hermione's lackluster answer.

"Trust a childhood friend not to see what's right in front of them. You better get your eyes checked Hermione and you'd better consider your options as well. Otherwise you might find someone else has snapped up all the handsome young men before you've had your chance to even take a bite."

With those parting words, Tonks got up from the crowded table, taking her dirty plate with her. Hermione, blushing at the older woman's suggestive language, glanced around at the other people eating but saw no one looking in her and Harry's direction. Everyone was in their own little world, having their own conversations, or in Ron's case, having a love affair with a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and sausage.

Glancing at Harry however, Hermione saw that his face had transformed a bit. There was something dark in his eyes now as he looked at the empty spot at the table that Tonks had been sat in, but it vanished as soon as he realized she was staring at him. He turned to face her and gave her a nice bright smile, before leaning over once more and kissing her on the cheek. His hand also came down again, but this time instead of caressing her leg, he squeezed her inner thigh just once. It wasn't rough or painful, but it did send a shock through Hermione's system as she blushed an even deeper red, looking downright scarlet at this point even as Harry stood up.

"See you later Hermione."

His tone was deep and husky and all Hermione could do was nod silently in reply, really not trusting herself to speak another word more. Harry grabbed up his own dirty dishes and left the table behind, leaving Hermione to finish her breakfast in peace. As peaceful as one could be with Ron's open mouth chewing to their right, but Hermione was actually somewhat grateful for that annoying distraction from her feelings about her best friend.

Harry Potter was an amazing man and she was beginning to think she was in love with him. But she couldn't make the first move could she? What if he didn't feel the same way back? More than that, Hermione just wasn't the kind of girl who would make the first move. She wanted to be wined and dined and pampered and coddled. More than that… she wanted Harry in particular to take control and lead her where he wanted her to go.

The errant thought made Hermione stop dead. Was that really what she wanted? The bookworm had read an awful lot about sex and kinks and the like. She hadn't been able to stop herself from cracking open the Kama Sutra and once she'd started, she couldn't put it down. Was she really a submissive though? Perhaps for Harry, her mind helpfully supplied. The thought that that might be true caused her to blush all over again, even as her pink cheeks had slowly been de-colorfying without Harry's presence and his touch.

It was a startling realization, this idea that she wanted to be with Harry, but needed him to make the first move. Hermione could only hope that he would do so soon, because she'd just figured out that she couldn't exactly go about doing what Tonks had said. Yes, she understood her best friend had grown up into a buff stud that she really wanted to fuck. But more than anything, she wanted Harry to grab her up, bend her over, and spank her big fat ass until it was red.

Hermione lowered her head and let out a quiet groan as she felt the flood of arousal make a mess of her panties. She was sure that she was leaving a wet spot on the seat of her chair now. Time to get out of here before anyone asked uncomfortable questions about her health. Standing up abruptly, Hermione grabbed her still half-full plate and fled from the dining room with as dignified a pace as she could while still moving swiftly away from everyone who might realize the scent of arousal in the air was coming from her.

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Hermione Granger had gone from a bushy brunette know-it-all to a beautiful, tasty piece of ass and Harry wanted her. It was simple as that. Though neither of them knew it, Harry's magic had finally come into maturity and his innate power had played a large part in fixing both his mind and body in such a short period of time. Now the young stud was practically brimming with confidence, and for the first time in all his years of knowing her, Harry had realized Hermione was a woman.

Oh sure, he'd always known she was female before now. But in Harry's case, he'd needed friends these last several years far more than he'd needed a girlfriend. Hermione had been one of his first friends and after the events of his fourth year; Harry was perfectly willing to call her his best friend, at least in his head. Ron hadn't been there for him when he needed him most, while Hermione had done all she could to save his ass from the deadly Triwizard tournament.

Now though, now that he'd come into his own and developed a body that would make his own mother stop and stare (and it had, considering how similar in form he was to his late father now) Harry was seeing Hermione in an entirely new light. She was beauty incarnate, with large breasts and a nice round bouncy butt to go along with them. Her hips were curvy and Harry had decided he wanted her the moment he saw her.

But Hermione was a strong independent woman and more importantly, Harry didn't want to ruin their relationship. He knew he had to take things slow. Or at least, he thought he knew that. If Harry had been able to read Hermione's mind and had learned that pushing her to her knees and forcing her to suck his cock was something she'd be extremely happy with, he'd probably have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, a mastery of legilimency and a lack of morals that would have left him willing to use it had not come along with his new musclebound body.

And so, Harry had gone a different route in making his feelings to Hermione known. He'd decided to train the young woman to respond to his touch, as creepy as that sounded. In Harry's mind, acclimatizing Hermione to skin contact with him was just the smartest step towards making her fall in love with him. And she was definitely starting to notice what he was doing as well. At first, Harry was sure Hermione thought his glancing touches of her body as they passed each other by were accidents.

He'd gotten bolder and bolder though and this morning he'd gone a step further at the breakfast table. Harry had kept his hand on Hermione's leg after greeting her with a peck on the cheek for an entire ten minutes as he exchanged flirtatious banter with Tonks. Hermione hadn't said a word about it, nor had she tried to move his hand off of her leg. It was Tonks that had ultimately ruined things by calling Hermione out on what she thought of his looks. In the end, the brunette bookworm had managed the question well enough, but it still annoyed Harry to have all his hard work with her damaged in any way, no matter how small.

Ultimately though, he'd gone back in for another touch after Tonks had left and found Hermione to be just as responsive when he squeezed her thigh. They'd exchanged a look and Harry knew that it was time to move onto the next step in his little plan. Hermione was more than ready for it. That led him to now, just a little while later. Hermione was doing the dishes and Harry couldn't help himself. He was going to go in for the kill.

The beautiful buxom brunette let out a slight eep as Harry's hands fell on her ass, but when she glanced over her shoulder with wide eyes and a mouth open to scream, only to find him, she immediately quieted down. Harry grinned at that, and leaned in to nuzzle her neck as she refocused on washing dishes. It seemed she was content to just let him do what he liked, something that both surprised and turned Harry on immensely as he continued to knead her fat badonkadonk. Quiet whimpers and mewls left Hermione's throat and the cute witch kept her head down and her face hidden as she continued her chore.

Harry just luxuriated in the feel of her ass beneath his hands and the fact that he was just getting to play with it right there in the kitchen. The lack of protest from Hermione only spurred him on and her short skirt and panties barely did anything to stop him from digging his fingers deep into her pliable bouncy backside. Eventually though, Harry did hear voices and footsteps coming down the hall. He abruptly stopped and was standing beside Hermione, helping her clean the dishes in the next moment.

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