Hermione let out a frustrated sigh as she finished up the last of her Arithmancy equations, her eyes rolling at the complicated mess of numbers and variables. She glanced up from her parchment and caught Harry staring at her, his eyes fixed on her face as if he were trying to memorize every feature.
She raised an eyebrow, one corner of her mouth quirking up in a smirk. "Like what you see, Potter?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Harry blushed, stammering as he tried to come up with a witty response. But Hermione's smirk only grew as she watched him struggle, and after a moment, he gave up with a defeated sigh.
"You're just...really smart, Hermione," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. I'm not just smart, I'm a bloody genius. And you're just a boy with a big...rock in his pants."
Harry's blush deepened, and he looked down, then back up at Hermione, his eyes wide with surprise. "You noticed?"
Hermione grinned, "Hard to miss, Potter. But don't worry, I'm sure it's proportional to the rest of you."
Harry swallowed, feeling a sudden heat in his face and elsewhere. "Uh, Hermione, I don't think-"
"Oh, shut up, Harry," Hermione cut him off, her voice sharp. "I'm sick of all this pretending. You want me, I want you. Let's just do it already."
Harry's eyes widened even more, if that was possible. "Hermione, are you sure?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Of course I'm sure, you idiot. I'm not some delicate flower who's going to break if you touch me. Now come here and show me what you've got."
Harry hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked over to Hermione. She pulled him down onto the couch, kissing him deeply as her hands roamed over his body. He responded eagerly, his own hands exploring the curves of her waist and the softness of her breasts.
But Hermione was in charge, and she broke the kiss, pushing him back onto the couch. She straddled him, her warmth pressing against him as she ground against him teasingly.
Harry groaned, unable to form coherent words as Hermione continued to move against him. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear.
"You like that, Harry?" she whispered.
Harry could only nod, unable to do anything but feel the pleasure coursing through his body. Hermione laughed softly, continuing to move against him until he was breathless with desire.
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