Tutor Me: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

Hermione stretched as she gradually woke, feeling oddly relaxed. As memories of the day before came back to her, she blushed lightly and sat up. When she’d asked Harry to teach her about dating, she hadn’t expected things to get so… physical. She’d thought he’d tell her what to do, not snog her senseless.

That said, it was quite enjoyable. Even now, Hermione felt a swell of excitement, remembering the feel of his lips against hers. Biting her lip, she hopped out of bed and padded to the door. Cracking it open, she peeked out into their little common room to find it empty. Quickly, she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. After using the loo and brushing her teeth, she looked at herself critically in the mirror.

Sighing at the sight of her bushy mane, she grabbed a brush off of the counter and ran it through her hair. She’d just gotten it to look presentable when there was a knock at the door, and her heart leapt.

“Are you going to be long, Hermione?” Harry called.

“Almost done,” Hermione said, putting her brush away.

Looking in the mirror, she saw her cheeks were tinged pink. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she checked her teeth and face before taking a deep breath and opening the door. She thought she was ready to face Harry, but coming face to face with his shirtless chest. Her eyes went wide as she stared at his clearly defined pecs and washboard abs.

“Oh my,” Hermione breathed.

Realizing she’d said those words aloud, she blushed and slipped passed him. Harry grinned, chuckling to himself as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. An explosive breath left Hermione’s lips as she leaned against the wall.

She nearly shrieked when she heard a loud pop. Holding a hand to her chest, she watched as one of the Hogwarts House Elves set a breakfast tray on the coffee table and vanished as quickly as they’d arrived.

“Harry?” Hermione called, her brow furrowed.

“Yeah?” he called back over the sound of the running sink.

“Did you order breakfast?” she asked curiously.

“Yeah, I thought we could talk before heading down to the Great Hall,” Harry said, opening the door and giving her a smile. “Besides, I need to make sure you did your homework.”

Furrowing her brow, she opened her mouth to reply before she remembered what he was talking about. Her mouth snapped shut as she blushed hard. With a smile, Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. Hermione stiffened for a moment, feeling his firm chest and muscular back before slowly relaxing.

“Come on,” Harry said.

Pulling back, he took her hand and led her over to the couch. Harry took a seat first, and when Hermione moved to sit next to him, she yelped when he grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he chuckled and kissed her neck.

“Prat,” Hermione said, slapping his arm with a smile.

“So, are you okay with everything that happened yesterday?” Harry asked. “Any second thoughts?”

Turning sideways in his lap to look at him, Hermione sighed and leaned against him.

“No,” she admitted, biting her lip.

“Good,” Harry said, kissing her temple. “Now, did you do your homework, or do I have to give you detention?”

Hermione teeth bug sharply into her lip, and she squeezed her legs together at the thought of Harry giving her detention.

“I did it,” she said, her breath speeding up as she thought back to last night.

“And what did you think about?” Harry asked softly, one hand caressing her stomach while the other rubbed her back.

“Well, I, um, I-,” Swallowing thickly, Hermione broke off nervously, her face burning with embarrassment.

“How about I go first, then,” Harry offered. “I thought about how you would’ve reacted to the Room of Requirement if I hadn’t shown up so soon. I imagined you getting curious and looking at some of the books on the shelf. You picked one up and sat down in a nice comfy chair to read. The book you happened to pick up was one about spells to make sex better.”

Hermione closed her eyes and trembled. She could easily picture herself doing what Harry was saying. In fact, she couldn’t wait to get back to that room so she could look at those books more closely.

“You got excited looking at detailed drawings of spells to enhance certain body parts and then moved on to spells that enhance pleasure,” Harry continued. “When you find one that makes your nipples more sensitive, you decide to give it a try. It’s a simple spell.”

Hermione panted, her eyes glazed over as his hand slipped under her loose t-shirt. Slowly, he trails his fingers up toward her naked breasts. Knowing what he was going to do, she shifted in his lap and felt his excitement pressing against her rear.

“You feel a tingle over your skin as you cast the spell and slide a hand under your blouse,” Harry said, tracing his finger along the underside of her breast.

Suddenly, Harry cupped her breast, the soft, perky mound filling his hand. Hermione inhaled sharply, her mouth hanging open. It was shocking just how different it felt to have someone else touch her chest. She mounded as he firmly groped her chest, her nipple hardening against his palm. A moment later, he took the hardened nub between his fingers and squeezed lightly. As she arched her back, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a hiss from her lips.

Pulling her back against his chest, he kissed her neck and slipped his other hand under her shirt as well, lightly caressing her stomach.

“It felt good, so you kept teasing yourself while reading,” Harry said, his voice taking on a husky quality that caused Hermione to shiver. “Then you found a similar spell, but this time, for your clit.”

Hermione’s breath caught as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties. As his fingers touched the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her mound, she panicked and grabbed his wrist.

“Harry?” Hemione asked though she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

Kissing her neck, he dragged his fingers through her bush as he pulled his hand back. For a moment, Hermione felt disappointed but didn’t know why. His hand slid under her shirt, grabbing her other breast and teasing her nipple.

“You cast the spell on your clit, and slipped a hand under your skirt,” Harry continued, his erection throbbing against her mound. “As you played with yourself, the feeling of your bra pressing against your nipples started bothering you, so you decided to take it off. Sitting there, you played with your hard nipples as you teased your clit. That’s when the door opened.”

Hermione whimpered, rocking herself against the hard, pulsating rod of flesh pressing against her folds. Her heart raced as if she were in that exact situation while Harry continued teasing her swollen nipples.

“I walk into the room and close the door behind me,” he said, his ministrations growing rougher by the word. “You know you should stop, cover yourself, but you can’t. It just feels too good.”

“Harry,” Hermione panted, heat pooling in her core.

“I just stand there, watching you as you tease your clit,” Harry whispered, tugging sharply at her nipple. “You close your eyes to escape the embarrassment, but it doesn’t help. You know I’m right there, staring at your perky tits and your wet pussy. And then, I came.”

Hermione gasped, her eyes flying open when his hands suddenly stopped. Glancing over her shoulder, Harry smirked and caressed her breasts lightly. One hand stayed in place while the other glided back down to her waistband. This time, the thought of stopping him never even crossed her mind. Her hips bucked when he ran his fingers through her trimmed bush, stopping just above her aching clit.

“Your turn,” he said, tugging the short hairs lightly.

With a gasp, Hermione grabbed his powerful forearm and bucked her hips, trying to get his hand to go lower. Harry chuckled, his muscular arm unmoved by her feeble attempt.

“Tell me,” he growled, plucking her nipple harshly.

“Oh, god,” Hermione moaned. “I thought about what it would be like if you didn’t stop at kissing me. I imagined you pushing me down on the bed, your hands moving all over my body. I – I was too nervous to ask you to stop.”

She broke off with a long, low moan when Harry’s hand moved down and cupped her mound. Her hips bucked, grinding her throbbing clit against his palm.

“Keep going,” Harry said, sucking at her neck while tapping his finger against her sensitive nub.

“You – You ripped my clothes off of me,” Hermione panted, closing her eyes and losing herself in her fantasy. “Before I realized what was happening, you’d tied me to the bed. I was completely helpless. I was so embarrassed when you crawled between my legs, staring at me. Then, you started licking me.”

Hissing, she bucked her hips hard when Harry’s finger slipped between her dripping folds. What felt even better was his palm grinding against her clit.

“It felt so good,” Hermione gasped, arching her back and mashing her breast into his groping hand. “I screamed and writhed, pulling against the ropes. You brought me to the edge and held me there. No matter how much I begged, you wouldn’t let me cum. Then, you took out your – your…”

“Cock,” Harry breathed, a second finger slipping between her folds.

“Yes!” Hermione hissed. “Your cock. You crawled on top of me, grabbed my throat, and looked me in the eyes as you slammed into me!”

The breath was knocked from her lungs as Hermione reached her climax. A low whine left her lips as she gushed over his softly thrusting fingers. Just when she thought the feelings she couldn’t get any more intense, Harry pinched her nipple hard. A spike of pleasure hit her like a lightning bolt, causing her eyes to fly open. Stars burst in her vision as she gasped for breath. Idly, she wondered if she’d just experienced her first multiple orgasm or if he’d simply extended the first.

After shaking and moaning her way through the most intense climax of her life, Hermione collapsed back against his firm chest, panting heavily. Harry caressed her body softly while kissing her neck as she slowly came back down to Earth. Gradually, she became aware of what she’d said and done. She blushed heavily and closed her eyes, wondering what he thought about her now.

Would he think she was a slut? A freak for fantasizing about being tied up and choked?

Suddenly, he pulled his hand out from under her clothes and turned her on his lap. His erection throbbed under her as he leaned down, kissing her softly. When he pulled back, he watched her face closely.

“What’s bothering you?” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” Hermione blushed, turning away.

Curling his fingers under her chin, he forced her to look at him.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Harry said, his voice firm and expectant.

“I just – I can’t believe I told you about…” Hermione trailed off, blushing heavily.

“About your fantasies?” Harry asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Hermione, everyone has kinks. Trust me, I’ve done things way wilder than that. I had this girlfriend over the Summer. She liked to roleplay as a captured Auror, and I was the Dark Wizard that did whatever I wanted to. I fucked her throat til she could barely talk, buggered her til she could barely sit, and called her some of the worst names you can imagine. Not once did I ever think any less of her. There’s nothing wrong with being a dirty little slut for the person you care about.”

Biting her lip, Hermione thought about what he said and nodded. It made sense.

“Why don’t you go grab a shower while I go take care of this,” Harry smiled, flexing his erection against her bum. “Then we can eat.”

Blushing, Hermione climbed off of his lap. Glancing down, she blushed at the wet spot covering the large bulge in the front of his flannel pajama pants. Only then did she realize just how wet the front of her shorts were. If anyone saw her now, they’d think she’d wet herself. For a moment, she thought about offering to help him take care of his erection but couldn’t work up the courage to get the words out.

“Or, we could shower together,” Harry offered.

Realizing she was staring, Hermione blushed and stammered. Harry chuckled as he climbed to his feet, completely unconcerned about the large bulge in the front of his pants. Giving her a quick kiss, he headed towards his room and closed the door. Hermione bolted for the bathroom and took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, there was a hickey on her neck, her nipples were protruding against the front of her shirt, and her hair was back to being a mess. Sighing, she stripped out of her clothes and stepped un the spray of hot water.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take her mind off the fact Harry was just on the other side of the wall, masturbating. Probably while thinking about her. Finishing her shower quickly, she wrapped a towel around herself and darted into her bedroom. Thankfully, Harry hadn’t returned yet. Getting dressed in her uniform, she just sat down on the couch when the door to his room opened. He was dressed in his own uniform and smiled as he took a seat next to her.

“I have an idea to help with your confidence,” Harry said, dishing up his breakfast. “But I’d need to ask a friend for help.”

Hermione looked at him, startled.

“Don’t worry, Penny won’t say anything, and I think she can teach you something really useful,” Harry said.

“Penny?” Hermione asked. “You mean Penelope Clearwater?”

“Yeah,” Harry said.

“What do you want her to teach me?” she asked curiously.

“I’ll tell you after I have a chance to talk to her. I have to make sure she doesn’t mind me telling you a few personal things,” Harry told her. “Would you be willing to talk to her?”

Hermione thought back to Penny when she went to Hogwarts. She’d always been someone Hermione had looked up to and aspired to be like. A Muggleborn who went on to become a top student, prefect, and later, Head Girl.

“What are you going to tell her about me?” Hermione asked nervously.

“Just that you need help building your confidence,” Harry said.

Hermione bit her lips as she thought for a moment, “Alright.”

“Great,” Harry smiled. “I’ll owl her and see if she’ll meet us in Hogsmeade this weekend.”

~

“Why weren’t you at breakfast?” Heather asked, hooking her arm through Hermione on their way to the Great Hall.

“Harry and I had breakfast in our room,” Hermione replied.

Heather’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Hermione corrected quickly, blushing. “We just talked.”

“How did it go yesterday?” Heather asked curiously. “I take it he agreed to help?”

“Yes,” Hermione said. “He showed me to a room on the seventh floor, and, um, well, we kissed.”

They’d done more than that this morning, but Hermione didn’t think she needed to know about that.

“He showed you the Room of Requirement?” Heather asked, to which Hemroine nodded. “Wow, he must really trust you. He made me swear never to tell anyone. It’s the only place in the castle he can go to be alone. So, how was it?”

“Amazing,” Hermione said. “There are so many books I want to look at. I bet there are things in there that aren’t even in the Restricted Section.”

“Not the room,” Heather said, rolling her eyes. “I meant the kiss.”

Hermione blinked in surprise, “Do you really want to know?”

Heather shrugged, “I want to learn more about boys and dating, too, but it’s not like I can ask my brother to teach me. So, I’ll just have to learn through you.”

Hermione sighed and thought. After a moment, she decided to tell her friend everything she could without going into detail about what she was doing with her brother.

~

Throughout the rest of the week, Harry spent time with Hermione whenever they were alone in their room together. Sometimes he would pin her against the wall or push her down on the couch and snog the breath out of her. Other times, he would cuddle with her while they read quietly. More and more, Hermione came to look forward to those moments with him.

She enjoyed the comfort she felt resting against his toned chest while his hands slipped under her shirt. Never in her life did she feel more attractive - more desired - than when she could feel his excitement pressing against her. A part of her was anxious to be pushed further, but Harry seemed content for the moment, and she thought she understood why. By the end of the week, she felt much more comfortable with being held and touched.

Saturday morning, Harry joined Hermione and Heather on the trip to Hogsmeade. They wandered from shop to shop, and Hermione got her first real look at what Harry’s life was like. She’d known he was popular at school, but it was shocking how that followed him into the real world. The shop owners and patrons alike greeted him like a local celebrity. A few even asked him for autographs. Despite smiling politely and greeting all of them, she could see he didn’t really enjoy the attention. She also noticed that he visibly protected Heather from their attention, something the redhead shied away from. It was endearing to see how much he cared about his little sister.

Eventually, they separated from Heather and made their way to the Three. They didn’t have to search long before Harry grinned and waved someone over. Looking up, Hermione tensed when she recognized Penelope Clearwater. Penny had always been one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts. Now, in her early twenties, she was a bombshell. With long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an hourglass figure with a large bust, she was the kind of girl boys dreamed about. As she made her way over to their table, several boys turned in their seats to gawk like they’d never seen a girl before.

“Harry,” Penny exclaimed, kissing his cheeks and hugging him tightly. “It’s so good to see you. You too, Hermione.”

“Hello,” Hermione said, feeling a bit inadequate compared to the stunning blonde.

“I got us a room upstairs if you’re ready,” Penny said, smiling prettily.

“A room?” Hermione asked curiously.

Penny lifted a perfectly manicured brow and turned to Harry.

“You didn’t tell her?” she asked.

Harry shrugged, “I thought it would be better coming from you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Penny sighed. “Why don’t you get some drinks and join us in a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Harry smiled.

As he turned to the bar to talk to Madam Rosmerta, Penny took Hermione by the hand and led her up the stairs. Several of her classmates gave her knowing smirks as they ascended, causing her to blush. Using her key, Penny unlocked the second door on the right and ushered her in.

“So, I take it Harry hasn’t told you much about why I’m here?” Penny asked.

“Not really,” Hermione admitted nervously.

“He didn’t tell me much about you either,” Penny smiled. “He just said you wanted to gain more confidence with boys, so he thought I should teach you how to strip?”

“Strip?” Hermione squeaked.

Giggling, Penny sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to her. Hermione took a seat and looked at her expectantly.

“After Hogwarts, I struggled to find work,” Penny said. “After months of applying, I finally got a job in the mail room at the Ministry. I didn’t know it at the time, but a woman named Umbridge was trying to make sure Muggleborns didn’t get hired.”

Hermione nodded, remembering that name from a big scandal last year. She was also curious about where Penny was going with this.

“Well, working in the mail room didn’t pay very well, and there isn’t any room for advancement,” Penny said. “I ended up being forced to move in with a roommate just to avoid moving back in with my parents. Well, while I was struggling to find better work, my roommate suddenly started raking in the Galleons. It took a couple of weeks before she finally admitted she was working at a place called Witches, a strip club on the corner of Knockturn Alley.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t in the best place then,” Penny admitted. “I was too prideful to give up and go back to the Muggle world, but I really was hurting for money. If Suzanna hadn’t covered the rent for me a couple of times, I would’ve been out on the streets. Eventually, I decided to take a job there waiting table. I was too scared to become a stripper, but the pay was still twice what I was making at the Ministry. The outfit I had to wear was basically lingerie, but I kept telling myself it was only temporary.”

Sighing, Penny shook her head ruefully.

“I knew it was a bad idea, but I did it anyways,” she said. “It didn’t help that when I constantly heard my ex, Percy, and people I knew from school talking about working their way up the ladder at the Ministry. Things were going fairly well for about a month. I was finally making decent money and thought I’d just keep applying for better jobs until I finally landed one. Then, one night, I ended up serving a table full of Ministry employees, although I didn’t realize it at the time. When I went to work the next day, the whole Ministry knew I was working at a strip club, and Umbridge fired me on the spot.”

“But you didn’t do anything wrong!” Hermione exclaimed, the injustice causing her to burn with anger.

“It didn’t matter,” Penny shrugged. “They were looking for any excuse to fire me. That day, practically every job I applied for over the last six months rejected me in a single day. That bitch went out of her way to tell everyone she knew what happened. At that point, I knew I had two choices. I could call it quits and head back to the Muggle world, or I could keep working at Witches. I love magic, and I really didn’t want to give it up, so I decided to send out new applications, explain my situation, and see what happened.

“I was still waiting to hear back when my roommate moved out a week later. She found some old, rich wizard to marry. Now, I had to pay the whole rent myself. I could barely afford it. When I told some of the girls at work what was happening, they tried to talk me into stripping. I turned them down, but they still gave me some lessons anyways. Well, a couple of weeks go by, and I get more and more rejections by owl every day. I got so angry one day I just thought, sod it. I went to work and told the owner I wanted to be a stripper.

“I can’t tell you how nervous I was when I stepped out onto the stage for the first time, but the longer I was out there, the more I liked it. I loved seeing all those guys staring at me, lusting after me. I even recognized a few faces from the Ministry. I made a killing that night, more than I usually made in a week working as a waitress. Just as I was about to call it a night, one of the girls came up to me and said a guy wanted a private dance for his nephew.”

Hermione swallowed down her indignation as Penny took a moment to fix her hair. Deep inside, a part of her was terrified at how someone as smart and talented as Penny had been sucked into a terrible situation. It didn’t take much imagination to see herself ending up in a similar way.

“You probably don’t know, but private dances are where a lot of money is made for dancers,” Penny continued. “Most of the girls would even prostitute themselves for enough gold. Anyways, I was still kind of riding high from my first striptease on stage, so I agreed. So, I go to the back room, and who should I find waiting for me? Harry Potter.”

“Harry went to a strip club!?” Hermione exclaimed.

“His Godfather, Sirius, took him as a sixteenth birthday present,” Penny said, smiling sadly. “As soon as I looked at him, all of the shame I’d been ignoring for months came crashing down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Harry just held me, telling me everything was going to be alright. And, well – as I’m sure you know – Harry’s pretty easy to talk to. I ended up telling him everything. We talked until the bouncer came in and told us it was time to close up for the night.

“I woke up the next day feeling worse than I ever had in my life,” Penny sighed. “I was in the process of writing a letter to my parents when there was a knock at my door. I open it, and there’s Lily Potter. You’re not going to believe this, but after sneaking out o a strip club with his Godfather and getting away with it, he still went to his mum the next day to tell her about me that morning. Of course, Lily was pissed. She grounded him for the rest of the Summer, but she also hired me on the spot as long as I promised never to work at a strip club again. I sent an owl telling them I quit, and I never looked back.”

“Wow,” Hermione breathed. “I can’t believe he did that.”

“Neither could I,” Penny smiled. “I honestly think he saved my life. I worked so hard in the Magical world to get nowhere, and going back to the Muggle world would’ve meant starting my education over again. If I hadn’t run into him that night, I’d either be whoring myself out at a strip club or working some menial job in the Muggle world for the rest of my life. Now, I get to work on legislation to make sure what happened to me doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

“What happened to Umbridge?” Hermione asked. “I remember reading something about her, but I don’t quite remember the details.”

Penny’s smile turned feral, “It was actually one of the girls I worked with that gave us the evidence. She was dancing for a guy when he started bragging about stopping a Muggleborn from becoming an Auror. After a few more drinks, he told her all about how they hid it from everyone else. She told me, I told Lily, and she told James. Since he knew what to look for, it took two weeks to uncover everything. Umbridge and fourteen other Ministry employees were fired. Umbridge was the only one to get jail time.”

“Good riddance,” Hermione huffed.

“You got that right,” Penny smiled. “Anyways, we’re not here about me, we’re here about you. Now, I’m pretty sure I know what Harry wanted you to get out of this. I was a lot like you before I started working at Witches. Percy had been my only boyfriend until we broke up in my seventh year, and Harry was more affectionate than Percy ever was.”

“What’s the story with that?” Hermione asked, unable to repress her curiosity. “There were a whole bunch of rumors, but they all sounded ridiculous.”

Penny’s eyes glazed over as she smiled fondly at something unseen.

“Towards the end of my seventh year, Percy decided he wanted to break up so he could focus on his NEWTs and his career,” she said. “I was pretty broken up about it. We’d been together for almost three years at that point. He was practically my first in everything. Right after it happened, I overheard the twins telling Harry why I was so sad. He was flabbergasted. Called Percy all sorts of names for dumping me. Then, he gets up, marches over, and asks me to be his girlfriend.”

Wiping her misty eyes, Penny chuckled to herself softly.

“It was so cute,” she said. “That was the first time in a week I’d actually smiled. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no, so I agreed to be his girlfriend until I graduated. I didn’t expect him to take it so seriously. He met me after class to carry my books, sat with me at lunch, and helped me quiz for exams – he even worked up the courage to hold my hand a few times when we studied together. Harry paid more attention to me and gave me more compliments in those three months than Percy did in the three years we were together. I gave him his very first kiss on the last day of school, and he was even better at that than Percy was.”

Covering her mouth with her hand, Hermione giggled. It seemed like Harry was just born to be the perfect boyfriend.

“Now, no more distractions,” Penny smiled.

Standing, she took Hermione hands and pulled her to her feet.

“I know it might sound odd, but learning to strip really does give you a confidence boost,” she continued. “Just learn from my mistakes and be very careful about who you choose to do it for. What kind of knickers are you wearing?”

“Nothing special,” Hermione said, blushing lightly.

Nodding, Penny set her purse down on the bed. Reaching inside, she pulled out a set of lacy white lingerie followed by a Hogwarts uniform.

“Here, go put these on,” she said. “Don’t worry about the fit. They’re charmed to resize themselves.”

Before Hermione could ask about the outfit, she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Girls, is it safe for me to come in?” Harry called through the door.

“Just a second,” Penny called, then turned to Hermione with a shooing motion. “Go.”

Clutching the outfit to her chest, Hermione trotted into the bathroom and closed the door. She heard Harry enter and start talking to Penny as she laid the clothes on the sink and looked at them closer. The bra and panties weren’t that bad, but the uniform was a mockery of what she usually wore to school. It was made of cheap, thin material, and everything was much tighter and shorter than it was supposed to be. Taking a deep breath, Hermione changed quickly.

For a moment, she was impressed by the quailty of the Resizing Charm compared to the material it was on. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror. The white bra pushed her breasts up and together, making them look larger than they really were. Her impressive cleavage was in full view thanks to the blouse, which was too tight to button the top four buttons. Even the one across her modest bust looked like it was straining. The bottom was tied in a knot just below her chest. Not out of choice – the blouse was designed that way.

Trailing her eyes down past her flat, toned stomach, she eyed the sinfully short skirt. It hardly covered what it should, and she imagined that any quick movement would reveal the panties she wore underneath. Looking past her exposed legs, she wore white stockings in place of the usual cotton or wool socks. There were no shoes to go with the outfit she was given, so she assumed she was supposed to go without.

Closing her eyes, Hermione took a deep breath before opening the door. She fought the urge to cover herself as Harry and Penny turned to look at her. While she’d been in the bathroom, they’d moved the bed against the wall and placed a single chair in the center of the room. Harry sat in the seat, a Butterbeer in his hand, while Penny perched on the arm. The blonde grinned while Harry’s eyes raked over her with an appreciative gaze.

“You look fantastic,” Penny grinned. “I bet your classmates would pay good money to see you dressed like that.”

“I certainly would,” Harry mumbled.

Despite her blush, Hermione appreciated the compliment. Standing up, Penny flicked her wand at the Wireless, turning it on. Music filled the room as she grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her over to Harry.

“Now, stripping isn’t just about getting naked. It’s about the art of the tease,” Penny said.

Smirking, she waved her wand over her clothes. They melted into a replica of what Hermione was wearing. The brunette blushed as he eyes fell on the blonde’s expansive cleavage. Looking away, her eyes fell on her bum, which peeked out from under the hem of her skirt. Reaching back, Hermione’s face heated up when she realized hers did the same.

“One last thing,” Penny said.

With a wave of her wand, she conjured a pair of black high heels on Hermione’s feet. She stumbled for a moment before getting her balance.

“Perfect,” Penny grinned. “The first thing you need to learn is the strut. Head high, chest out. Place one foot in front of the other and pop your hips as you walk. Like this.”

Giving Harry a smoky look, Penny walked forward. Harry eyed her appreciably as she moved closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. Hermione found herself watching the bottom of her cheeks peek out from under her skirt before shaking her head and paying more attention to her walk, trying to memorize the movements. When she reached Harry, Penny placed her hands on his arms and leaned forward, giving him a glimpse down her blouse before she pecked him on the lips.

The jealousy Hermione expected to feel never came. Before she could question her feelings, Penny straightened up and walked back to her with a wide smile and sparkling eyes.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Right,” Hermione said nervously.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward. Wobbling in her heels, she had to stop and catch her balance before continuing. Harry gave her an encouraging smile, but it was his eyes raking over her body that pushed her to keep going. Stopping in front of him, she rested her hands on his forearms and kissed him on the lips. As she tried to stand back up, she lost her balance and fell forward. Harry caught her by the waist, and they both laughed. Stealing another kiss, she straightened up and walked back to Penny.

“Not bad,” Penny smiled. “At least you didn’t fall on your bum like I did. Try it again.”

Hermione did it again, performing much better this time. When she reached Harry, she stole a longer kiss, the excitement starting to get to her.

“Very good,” Penny grinned. “Next is adding a bit of dancing and losing the top.”

Strutting over to Harry the same way she did before, Penny climbed onto his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. Gyrating in his lap, she untied the bottom of her blouse before ripping it open. Shrugging off the blouse, she spun it over her head before tossing it to the floor. Penny combed her fingers through Harry’s hair before pulling his head forward, sending him face first into her cleavage. With a giggle, she shook her chest before pushing his shoulders back. Climbing off his lap, she spun around and then sat back down while looking at Hermione.

“At a club, you want to keep your eyes on a guy’s hand so he doesn’t grab you,” Penny told her. “With your boyfriend, you might want to do it to tease him, but you don’t have to. This is all just about foreplay.”

Grabbing Harry’s hands, she trailed them up her toned stomach to her large breasts. Her back arched, and a sensual moan left her lips as his hand squeezed her pale globes. Suddenly, she pushed his hands away and stood up, giving him a teasing smirk over her shoulder. Walking over to her blouse, she bent over at the waist, deliberately giving him a glimpse of her panty covered bum.

“Your turn,” Penny grinned.

Flush with excitement, Hermione strutted up to Harry and climbed into his lap. With trembling fingers, she fumbled with the knot holding the bottom of her blouse closed. Giving her a reassuring smile, Harry caressed the back of her thighs, teasing the bottom of her cheeks. When she finally got the knot undone, Hermione tore open her shirt. She felt a flutter of arousal as he stared hungrily at her breasts.

Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled his face into her cleavage. While she lacked the bust to shake her chest like Penny had, Harry didn’t seem to mind. He licked, kissed, and sucked at the exposed flesh, his hands moving to cup her bum. Hermione moaned as she rocked her hips.

“Don’t let him take over,” Penny called, bringing her back to reality. “This is your time to be in control.”

Biting her lip, Hermione pushed Harry away from her breasts. A part of her just wanted to let him have his way with her, but a larger part wanted to learn everything Penny could teach her. Climbing off his lap, she walked back over to Penny, taking a deep breath to quell her growing excitement.

“Harry likes to have his way, and that can be fun, but it’s also fun to be in charge sometimes,” Penny said, smiling knowingly.

“Have you and Harry… sorry, that’s none of my business,” Hermione said.

“I don’t mind,” Penny shrugged before looking to Harry, who repeated the gesture. “Yes, we’ve had sex. Honestly, I thought it was a bit of a chore until we started sleeping together. Percy gave me a bad impression of sex.”

“Idiot,” Harry muttered.

Penny smiled at him affectionately.

“You couldn’t have picked a better guy to give you advice about sex and relationships,” she said. “Now we get to the fun stuff. There are a lot of ways you can take off your bra. It all depends on the situation. If you want to draw things out, you can try something like this.”

Covering her bra with one arm, Penny reached back with the other hand and undid the clasp. With a sultry smirk, she turned around and slowly pulled her arms free of the straps. Pulling it away from her body, she kept her breasts covered with her arm as she dropped it to the floor. Hermione swallowed thickly as she spun back around and raised her arms above her head, swaying to the beat coming from the Wireless.

Penny’s breasts were, in a word, perfect. Large, pale, and perky, they were tear drop shaped with wide, light pink areolas and small bright red nipples. They swayed and bounced alluringly with the movements of her body. After a moment of dancing, Penny bent over and picked up her bra before putting it back on.

“That’s great if you want to tease a guy until he snaps and ravages you,” Penny smiled. “Now, if you just want to tease a bit, you can do something like this.”

Strutting up to Harry, she once again climbed onto his lap. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face toward her breasts. Holding him in place with one hand, she reached back with the other and unclasped her bra. Harry bit down on the bridge between the cups, holding the bra with his teeth so Penny could pull her arms free. Tossing the bra aside, he immediately latched onto one of her nipples and sucked. With a moan, Penny threw her head back, her fingers combing through his hair. Giggling, she pulled back, gave him a kiss, and climbed to her feet.

“You ready to give it a try?” she asked kindly.

Dragging her eyes away from Penny’s amazing breasts, Hermione glanced at Harry and swallowed nervously. Taking off the remains of her blouse, she took a deep breath before walking up to Harry. As she reached him, she decided to try something slightly different than what Penny had done. Spinning around to face away from him, she sat in his lap and unclasped her bra. Taking a deep breath, she let it fall into her lap and leaned back against his chest.

Harry didn’t hesitate to run his hands up her stomach, over her ribs, and grasp her C-cup breasts. Hermione moaned as his thumbs brushed her soft, puffy areolas and hard, red nipples. As she wiggled in his lap, Harry bent down and kissed her on the lips. Abruptly, he pinched her nipples and gave them a tug. Ripping her lips away from his, Hermione gasped. Across the room, Penny smirked knowingly. Pushing Harry’s hands away, Hermione blushed as she climbed to her feet and cleared her throat.

“Do you know how to twerk?” Penny asked.

Hermione looked at her oddly, having never heard that word before. Penny’s smile widened.

“Oh, you’re going to like this,” she grinned.

~

Penny spent another hour teaching Hermione countless tips and tricks of stripping and teasing. After spending most of that time more than half naked, she’d gotten used to it, though not quite comfortable. Surprisingly, she’d greatly enjoyed learning to shake and gyrate different parts of her body and seeing Harry’s reaction to it. She thought a lot of that was down to the person teaching her. Penny was someone she’d respected growing up and seeing her doing this sort of thing made her feel better about doing it herself.

“Well, I think we’ve teased Harry more than enough,” Penny smiled. “At the club, that’s all you really need to do, but for a boyfriend, you need to make sure you please him, too. I’m going to fuck him now. You can stay and watch if you want to.”

Hermione’s pulse raced as she watched Penny step out of the only piece of clothing left on her body, her panties. Taking Harry’s hand, she pulled him to his feet. Two flicks of her wand later, Harry was just as naked as she was, and the bed was back in the center of the room. Hermione clenched her thighs together as she raked her eyes over Harry’s body. The most prominent part was the large erection jutting from his waist.

“Mmh, I’ve missed this,” Penny said, wrapping her small hand around him.

“How do you want me?” Harry asked.

“Tied to my bed at home so you can never leave,” Penny said, her eyes sparkling.

Laughing, Harry pulled her close and picked her up with his hands gripping her bum. Giggling, Penny wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him passionately. He carried her over to the bed and crawled onto the mattress. With a shove, Penny pushed him onto his back and grinned as she straddled his waist, her folds hugging his thick shaft.

“Come over here, Hermione,” Penny said, patting the mattress next to her. “I want you to watch this.”

Swallowing thickly, Hermione padded over to the bed and climbed onto it. She stared, enraptured, as Penny lifted herself up and lined his purple, swollen helmet up with her taut folds. As she pushed down, Hermione thought for a moment that it wouldn’t fit. Then, her entrance gave way and swallowed his shaft.

“Oh God,” Penny gasped.

“Does it hurt?” Hermione asked softly.

“No,” Penny panted, slowly sinking onto his length. “It does the first time, but it feels really good after that.”

Settling down at his base, she closed her eyes and let out a trembling breath.

“If you plan on fucking Harry, I suggest practicing with some toys first,” she continued. “Get the pain out of the way so you can just enjoy how good this feels.”

As Harry reached up, groping and caressing her large breasts, Penny began raising and lowering herself on his length. Hermione couldn’t tear her eyes away from her tight folds as they clung to his thick shaft. Large drops of clear arousal leaked from her core to drip down his throbbing shaft. It was, without a doubt, the most erotic sight she’d ever seen.

Digging her nails into his shoulders, Penny rode him harder and faster, her breasts bouncing alluringly on her chest. Sliding a hand under her panties, Hermione slipped two fingers between her folds and moved them in time with Penny’s hips. With her free hand, she squeezed her breast roughly, trying and failing to replicate the possessive grip Harry used.

Panting heavily, Penny came suddenly and explosively. Even as she moaned and trembled her way through her climax, Harry rolled her over onto her back and continued thrusting. Hermione bit her lip as her fingers copied the motion of his hips, driving them hard and fast into her depths.

“Harry,” Penny moaned, arching her back.

Smiling, he bent down and kissed her passionately while Hermione panted heavily as she neared her peak. As Harry growled, driving himself into Penny with deep, powerful thrusts, she finally let herself tip over the edge. Through the haze of pleasure, she heard Penny scream out Harry’s name.

As Hermione collapsed tiredly onto the mattress, she watched Harry roll Penny onto her stomach, pull her up onto her hands and knees, and then drive back into her harshly.

~

It was an hour later that Harry and Penny finally finished. Hermione had no idea how they kept going for so long. She’d fallen asleep twice after the intense climaxes she’d experienced. Making their way back to the castle, she got dragged away by Heather the moment she got back. After giving her an idea about what had happened, she returned to her shared dorm with Harry for a kip. An hour later, she walked back into their little common room and spotted him on the couch reading a book.

“Hey,” Harry said, looking up at her with a smile.

“Hey,” Hermione smiled.

Grabbing a book on Charms, she sat down next to him. A moment later, Harry scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Smiling, Hermione leaned against him and enjoyed the comfort she felt.

“Hermione?” Harry asked. “Would you take your top off?”

Blinking, she looked up at him curiously.

“Why?” she asked.

Harry shrugged, “I like looking at you.”

Laughing incredulously, Hermione shook her head. Even as she turned back to her book, she bit her lip thoughtfully. A few seconds later, she set her book in her lap and pulled her shirt over her head. Hesitating for just a moment, she then reached back and removed her bra before leaning back against him. She could feel his smile as he kissed the top of her head, his hand moving from her arm to cup one of her breasts.