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I see you, Granger.
Precision in my actions is key to remaining within her orbit. Inconspicuous, nonchalant, meticulous, I am a man who gets things done. I am reliable. I am observant. I am a gentleman. I am always good to her.
Shaking fingers find my zipper.
I am always good to her.
The coolness of my palm sends a violent shiver from my cock to my toes. I squeeze. My breath leaves my lips in a hiss, teeth clenched so hard that the muscles in my neck strain. I make an effort to untense. I hear the sound of it, the sharp crick of my enamel releasing, reverberating within my own skull.
I am always good to her.
The sound of her moan brings my hand into a fist around my weeping head.
For hours, I have watched her lips stretch into wide smiles as she charms wizards and witches alike. For hours, I have imagined those lips wrapped around my cock in gratitude.
I am always good to her.
I dream of slipping into her throat, into her cunt, and emptying my cum where it belongs. A groan rises in my throat and I stifle it, the sensation gnawing at my insides as I begin to stroke.
Every day, I am honoured to be in her presence. I love the way ink stains her hands. I can imagine blue-stained fingers curling around my cock. A smile splits across my face.
Those wild curls splaying beneath her pretty head as her mouth falls open in an O, instead of groomed into perfect displays of control, dance across my vision. Her meticulous clothing, most days with stockings I have seen clipped into garters, placed there for a lucky man to remove with his teeth. My mouth waters.
Inside my chest, I can feel my heart beating like fists pounding against my sternum, thump, thump, thump, thump, alternating blows, winding me. My fist pumps harder, tempo rising to meet the impossible drumming in my chest.
The gentle buzz rises above the sound of my breathing. Thighs spread wide, hips thrusting to meet the vibrating ball set firmly against her clit, I have the perfect view of her slick cunt framed by the windowsill and curtain.
The sensation of sinking into her tight centre makes my knees buckle. The wall catches my fall, but my eyes never leave her.
Then, she does something she’s never done before. She takes a bright red thing shaped like a cock, and guides the tip inside her. The ease with which it sinks inside her cunt forces my ribcage to expand as I inhale sharply. My head has gone light, my body suddenly limp.
I.
My hips buck.
Am.
Stars burst across my vision.
Always.
I bring my fist around my head and squeeze, whimpering softly.
Good.
She is fucking herself in front of me, and I can’t—
To.
Cum splatters at my feet, onto the wall, into my fist.
Her.
And as though that Muggle God has answered my endless prayers, Hermione Granger comes apart before me, in spasms and moans, igniting renewed lust.
A gentle breeze cools the sweat beading on my brow, trickling down my chest and between my shoulder blades. The mess I’ve made glitters between the shifting light thrown through dancing tree leaves. I kick dirt over the top, compacting it down with the press of my boot tip.
Magic rids the area of any trace of me.
I am always good to her.