The Burrow hummed with wedding joy until Hermione's sharp laugh cut through. 'Ron, my dear fool, your endless chatter ends here,' she quipped wittily, wand flashing as Ron dropped dead. Ginny whirled, fierce eyes blazing. 'Hermione, you monster!' 'Silence, or you're next,' Hermione warned with a sly smile. 'Harry deserves a real witch who claims what she wants.' Magic twisted the vows; Harry found himself bound to her instead. 'This isn't over,' Ginny hissed, but Hermione smirked, 'It is for you.' She led Harry to Ginny's room, door slamming. 'Strip and lie down, Potter. Time for a proper witch to take charge.' Harry protested weakly, but her wit sparked: 'Ginny's loss, my gain – that boy-who-lived needs a woman who knows how to ride.' Hermione straddled him, her hands firm. 'Look at that hard cock, twitching already.' She delivered a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as she grew horny, her pussy wet and dripping. Harry panted, 'Hermione, this is madness.' 'Madness? Feel my ass claim you,' she retorted, mounting him dominantly. Sweating and panting, they moved fiercely; she came hard, then he came, cum spilling as she whispered, 'Strong witches always win.'
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