The Gryffindor Common Room was filled with the soft glow of the fire, casting long shadows on the walls as the hour grew late. Hermione Granger sat in a plush armchair, her nose buried in a thick book as she lost herself in the world of spells and potions.
Harry Potter entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to Hermione's form. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement every time he saw her, his heart racing in his chest. He had to admit, he was obsessed.
Harry made his way over to Hermione, trying to act nonchalant as he sat down in the armchair next to her. "Get lost in one of my books again, Potter?" Hermione asked with a smirk, looking up from her reading.
Harry stuttered out a response, before reaching out and gently touching Hermione's arm. "No, I was just... admiring you," he said, his voice low and husky.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, but didn't pull away. Harry took this as a sign and began to lightly trace his fingers over her shoulder. "What do you think you're doing, Potter?" Hermione asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
Harry grinned, feeling more confident. "Just having a little fun," he said, before leaning in and gently kissing her neck.
Hermione gasped slightly, before pushing him away with a playful insult. "Get a hold of yourself, Potter. We're in the common room, not your bedroom."
Harry pouted, but didn't give up. He started to gently grope and squeeze Hermione's breast, making her squirm slightly.
Hermione tried to push him away again, but Harry was relentless. "Potter, stop it," she said, trying to sound stern but failing.
Harry ignored her and continued to play with Hermione's breast, nipping at her earlobe. "You know you like it," he whispered.
Hermione rolled her eyes again, but didn't deny it. She reached up and started to run her fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry took this as a sign to continue, and started to lightly pinch and pull at Hermione's nipple.
Hermione gasped again, before letting out a soft moan. Harry took this as a sign to keep going, and started to kiss and lick her neck.
Hermione was now fully into it, and started to grind her hips against Harry. He took this as a sign to slip his hand under her shirt and continue to grope and squeeze her breast.
Hermione let out a loud moan, before pushing Harry away with a playful insult. "Alright, alright, Potter. You've had your fun. Let's go to bed," she said, her voice filled with desire.
Harry stood up, a grin on his face. "Lead the way, Hermione," he said, offering her his hand.
Hermione took it, and the two of them made their way up to their bedroom, their minds filled with thoughts of the passion to come.
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