The bathroom was steamy and hot, filled with the scent of lavender and rosemary as Hermione prepared for her evening shower. She was humming to herself, enjoying the solitude after a long day of classes and meetings. That is, until the door creaked open, and Harry entered the room without so much as a courtesy knock.
Hermione glared at him, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Harry, what are you doing here? I'm getting ready for a shower." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up as much as possible.
But Harry just grinned at her, his eyes roving over her half-dressed form. "I can see that," he said, his voice low and playful. "And I must say, you look absolutely stunning, Hermione."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the flush that crept up her cheeks. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Harry. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get ready for my shower."
But Harry didn't budge. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Oh, I don't mind at all," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "In fact, I was thinking of joining you."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "What? No way, Harry. That's completely inappropriate."
But Harry just shrugged, unaffected by her rejection. "Come on, Hermione. Where's your sense of adventure? Live a little."
Hermione scoffed. "My sense of adventure doesn't involve getting naked with you in the bathroom, Harry."
But Harry just grinned, unfazed by her refusal. "Well, then maybe I'll just have to take matters into my own hands."
Before Hermione could react, Harry had crossed the room in two strides, grabbing her wrist and pinning her against the wall. Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against his grip, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Let me go, Harry," she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and fear.
But Harry just shook his head, his eyes dark with desire. "No way, Hermione. I've wanted you for too long to let you go now."
Hermione's breath hitched as she felt Harry's other hand explore her body, caressing her bottom and inner thighs. She tried to fight back, but Harry's strength overpowered her, and she found herself melting under his touch.
She gasped as she felt Harry undo her bra, revealing her second-size breasts and erect nipples. Harry's eyes darkened with desire as he took in her curves, his hands exploring every inch of her body.
Hermione tried to protest, but her words caught in her throat as she felt Harry's erect penis against her wetness. She tried to push him away, but Harry's grip was too strong, and she found herself succumbing to the sensation.
Harry gently entered Hermione's vagina, causing her to gasp in surprise but quickly adapting to the sensation. Harry started to thrust, holding Hermione's hands above her head and pinning her to the wall.
Hermione tried to fight back, but Harry's strength overpowered her, and she started to enjoy the rough treatment. Harry called Hermione a 'tease' and a 'minx', making her blush with embarrassment and pleasure.
Harry continued to thrust harder and faster, making Hermione moan and scream with pleasure. Hermione tried to hold back, but the sensation was too overwhelming, and she found herself climaxing violently.
Harry, close to climaxing, pulled out and ejaculated on Hermione's back, leaving her covered in his semen. Hermione stood there, stunned and breathless, as Harry grinned at her, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction.
"I told you you'd enjoy it," he said, before turning and leaving the bathroom, leaving Hermione to clean up the mess he had left behind.
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