Hermione’s bedroom was a mess, as per usual. Books and clothes were scattered haphazardly around the room, a testament to her busy schedule and lack of time for domestic duties. She was engrossed in a particularly juicy novel when the door creaked open, revealing a disheveled Harry Potter.
Hermione looked up from her book, smirking. “Took you long enough, Potter,” she said, tossing her book aside.
Harry approached the bed, stripping off his shirt. Hermione raised an eyebrow, “Really? Already getting comfortable?”
He chuckled, “Oh, I remember.”
Hermione stood up, walking over to Harry. She traced a finger down his chest, “I’m the one in control here, remember?”
Harry groaned, his hands reaching for her breasts. Hermione swatted them away, “Uh-uh, not yet.”
She pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She ground against him, her hands running through his hair. “You like that, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear.
Harry moaned, his breath hitching as she continued her assault on his senses. Hermione smirked, “Like what you see?”
Harry nodded, reaching for her again. Hermione slapped his hands away, “Patience, Potter.”
She leaned down, her mouth meeting his. Harry moaned, his hands finally reaching her breasts. Hermione broke the kiss, “Good boy.”
She ground against him again, her hands running through his hair. Harry’s hands explored her body, finally free to touch her breasts. Hermione moaned, her head falling back as they lost themselves in each other.
Hermione was always in control, and Harry loved it. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to take it. Her confidence was intoxicating, and Harry was more than happy to oblige her desires.
As they continued to explore each other’s bodies, Hermione’s sharp wit and directness shone through. She whispered dirty things in Harry’s ear, making him squirm with pleasure. Harry couldn’t help but smile at her bossiness, loving every minute of it.
As the night wore on, Hermione proved time and time again that she was the one in control. And Harry wouldn’t have it any other way.
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