The Bathroom of Gryffindor Tower
Hermione grimaced as Harry entered the bathroom, her irritation palpable in the air. "Get out, Potter," she growled, not bothering to look away from the mirror. She was half-undressed, her robes hanging open to reveal the lacy bra she wore underneath.
Harry, unfazed by her less-than-friendly greeting, blatantly checked her out from head to toe. "No thanks. You look too good to leave," he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Hermione rolled her eyes, unbothered by her state of undress. She was a strong, confident woman, and she wasn't about to let Harry's leering bother her. "If you don't leave, I'll wipe that smirk off your face," she threatened, turning to face him with a steely glare.
Harry, amused by her boldness, challenged her. "Go ahead and try, Granger." He stood his ground, his eyes locked on hers.
Hermione strode towards him, raising her hand to strike. But Harry was quick on his feet. He grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall, his body pressed up against hers.
Hermione glared at him, her voice low and menacing. "Let me go."
Harry, unyielding, whispered in her ear. "Not a chance." His breath was hot against her skin, making her heart race.
With his free hand, Harry began to unfasten Hermione's bra, revealing her 2nd-size breasts and erect nipples. Hermione tensed up, surprised by his boldness. But Harry didn't miss a beat. He started caressing her bottom and inner thighs, making her gasp at the sudden pleasure.
Harry, noticing her reaction, pulled out his erect penis and coated it with her wetness. Without warning, he thrust himself into Hermione, causing her to gasp.
Harry took hold of Hermione's other hand, beginning to finger her as he thrust. Hermione moaned softly, succumbing to the pleasure. Harry was merciless, continuing to pound into her.
Hermione, now fully enjoying herself, started to match Harry's rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her.
As Harry approached climax, he pulled out and ejaculated all over Hermione's back, leaving her exhausted and satisfied. She leaned against the wall, her breathing heavy.
Harry grinned, pleased with himself. "You can't say I didn't warn you, Granger."
Hermione, still trying to catch her breath, glared at him. "You're lucky I don't curse you for this, Potter."
Harry chuckled, helping Hermione straighten her clothes. "I think we both know that's not true, Granger."
Hermione huffed, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. She may have threatened him, but she had wanted this just as much as he did. And there was no denying the chemistry between them.
As they left the bathroom, Harry couldn't resist one last jab. "Until next time, Granger."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the small smile that played at the corners of her mouth. She may have been strong and controlling, but there was no denying the attraction between them. And she couldn't wait to see what happened next.
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