Watching His Girlfriend With Her Lovers - Hermione/Kingsley & Hermione/Dudley (Patreon)

AN: Here is Part 10 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!

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The Ministry was a flurry of activity as hundreds of witches and wizards set out to head home after a long day’s work. Harry had to push through the swirling tide of workers to reach the elevators that would take him down to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Once he finally managed to squeeze past everyone and slipped into the first available elevator, Harry let out a sigh of relief.

Finally. Peace.

He knew just how hectic things could get around here, and he hoped Hermione was able to manage it well during her internship. Even though she’d only be here for a couple of months before it was time to head back to Hogwarts for their final year, Harry knew that she’d give it her all. Managing to handle such a messy and chaotic environment was something Hermione was uniquely qualified to do, but everyone had their limits.

It was why he’d come to pick her up on her first day. He wanted to show her his support for all of her hard work. 

As the elevator descended, Harry reached inside of his robes and pulled out the tiny bouquet of flowers he’d shrunk down and placed a stasis charm on. As he dispelled his magic, the bouquet of multicoloured roses and baby’s breath flowers expanded to fill his hands. He gripped the fine parchment he’d wrapped the bouquet in to keep it held together and looked it over one last time to make sure it was absolutely perfect.

The elevator dinged, and Harry barely managed to step off of it before a stampede of tired-looking workers rushed onto it, filling it up in an instant.

Harry shook his head and let out a sigh. If that was how tired they all were, he couldn’t imagine how Hermione must be doing right now.

He glanced around the corridor, looking for her, and then frowned when he couldn’t see her. She’d promised to meet him here after she was done with work. His pocket watch said it was nearly half past six; she should have been done at six. 

“Ah, Harry!”

Harry turned around to see a familiar face stepping out of a nearby office. “Diane,” Harry called out to her, greeting the witch who had helped Harry and Hermione navigate through the Ministry several times now.

“Waiting for Hermione?” She asked as she came to a stop beside him. Like everyone else, Diane looked exhausted after a long day, but she still had that same smile she always had on her lips.

“Yeah,” Harry confirmed. “She was supposed to meet me here by now.”

“From what I’ve heard, she’s a real go-getter,” Diane replied. “Maybe she’s just getting in some extra work on her first day?”

That did sound like Hermione. There were countless nights when she only left the library at Hogwarts because Madam Pince forced her to leave.

“Probably,” Harry chuckled.

“If you want, you can head on down to Kingsley’s office,” Diane told him. “He got her a small desk set up in there to work at, so she’s probably still busy there.”

“Thanks,” Harry replied cheerfully.

As Diane headed off for the next elevator, Harry hurried down the corridors, excited to finally see Hermione. The flowers were just the first gift he had planned for her after her first day. Next, he was cooking her favourite meal for them: braised rabbit ragu with pappardelle and a semifreddo for desert. Then, he’d have a nice hot bath ready for her to relax in and one of her favourite books for her to read too. 

Thankfully, his relatives were out of the house for the night since they were down in London for the weekend to visit City University of London for an open day to tour it since Dudley would likely be going there in a year’s time. This would hopefully give Hermione a nice break before they came back and Vernon and Dudley went back to using her whenever they wanted.

But more than just offering her a break, there was a small part of Harry that worried about Hermione’s first day and had planned this pampering as a way to potentially uplift her spirits if it was needed. He knew the magical world wasn’t as perfect as it seemed from the outside, and being in the heart of the British Ministry was sure to force Hermione into seeing, if not dealing with directly, some of the more problematic parts of the world.

Kingsley seemed like a good boss though, and he’d see her through any troubles like that.

Well, he’d find out soon enough how her first day went because he had finally reached Kingsley’s office. 

The door was shut, and no light or sounds leaked out from inside. Harry knocked once on the door and heard nothing. 

“Hermione?” He called out and knocked again.

“Come on in!” Kingsley’s booming voice replied.

The second Harry cracked open the door, he was immediately treated to the sight of his girlfriend's smiling face. She was staring up lovingly at him, but then her eyes closed for a second and she let out a loud moan as Kingsley rammed his thick cock into her pussy again.

Harry quickly hurried inside and closed the door behind him as Kingsley continued to fuck Hermione fiercely. He had her bent over the small desk he’d set up in front of his own. Parchment, quills, smashed vials of ink, and countless little interdepartmental memos were scattered around the floor nearby, likely from how Hermione was flailing her arms about as she tried to hold onto the edge of the desk.

Kingsley was completely naked, showing off his ripped physique. His dark skin had a slight sheen to it from the sweat dripping down his body. He was holding onto Hermione’s hips so tightly that Harry was sure they’d be bruised come tomorrow, but he needed to hold her like that or else his powerful thrusts would undoubtedly send her flying over the edge of her desk.

For her part, Hermione was dressed. Mostly, at least. Her robes had been pulled open, allowing her breasts to be squished down against the top of her desk. The skirt of her robes had been flipped up too, and her arsecheeks were red as an apple from the pounding Kingsley was giving her. Her hair was a sweat-soaked mess, her mascara was running down her cheeks, and she had dried cum staining her face.

It was impossible for Harry not to think that this was Hermione at her most beautiful. She was practically glowing from the way Kingsley was fucking her, and she seemed to bask in Harry’s gaze as it worked its way up and down her body.

In seconds, Harry’s cock was hard and throbbing in his trousers.

“Sorry about keeping her late,” Kingsley grunted before he smacked Hermione’s arse with his hand. She let out a playful squeal that quickly turned into a moan as Kingsley’s massive cock sank back inside of her again. “But I needed to fuck her just one more time.”

“You’re acting like it’ll never happen again,” Harry joked as he walked up to Hermione. He brushed some of her hair away from her face, and she smiled up at him. One of her hands left the edge of the desk and trailed the noticeable outline of his cock through his trousers.

“I actually need to institute some ground rules with her,” Kingsley chuckled. “We barely got any real work done today, so I’m going to need to contain myself a bit more next week. But, I figured that I could treat myself to one more quickie before the weekend.”

“I hope she did well,” Harry said, smiling down at Hermione’s face. She looked like she was feeling so good right now. The lewd smile on her lips and her sweet moans reassured Harry that she was loving being fucked over her desk by her boss. 

“She’s done very well,” Kingsley groaned. “A nice, tight fit and always eager to please. There aren’t many women like her around.”

“No, there certainly aren’t,” Harry replied.

Kingsley smacked Hermione’s arse again as he rammed forward hard. Hermione screamed in pleasure as her entire body was knocked forward, but her sounds were cut off as her face ended up buried in Harry’s crotch. His cock throbbed as Hermione rubbed her face up and down against him, and if Kingsley hadn’t pulled her back just a second later, Harry was sure that he’d have came in his trousers.

“Merlin,” Kingsley groaned. “You’re such a good girl, Hermione. I’m—”

As he slammed forward again, Kingsley let out a roar and exploded inside of Hermione. The look of bliss that crossed both of their faces left Harry in awe. 

When Kingsley finally pulled out of Hermione’s pussy, she instantly spun around and dropped to her knees. Harry walked around the desk to watch his girlfriend lick her boss’s cock clean of her juices and his cum. Kingsley sighed contently and ran his fingers through Hermione’s hair until she’d licked up every last drop.

“Fine work today,” Kingsley told Hermione sincerely as he headed over to grab his wand. He gave it a deft flick towards Hermione, and suddenly all of the cum on her face and the bit that was dripping out of her used pussy vanished. Another flick straightened her robes, dropped her skirt back down over her arse, and made her hair look less like she’d just been freshly fucked.

If it weren’t for her flushed face, Harry would be hard pressed to tell that she’d just been fucked.

“Thank you, sir,” Hermione said with a sultry tone. She bit her lower lip and leaned forward, giving him a glance down the front of her robes. “I do hope I’ll perform as admirably next week.”

“I’m sure you will,” Kingsley replied with a longing look down at her breasts. He forced himself to look away after a couple of seconds. “You should head home now. I’ve just got a few things to pick up before I leave, and I don’t want your cute little arse to be one of them.”

Hermione giggled. “I’ll see you Monday, sir.”

And like a light switch that was just flicked, Hermione suddenly hurried over to Harry’s side and clung to his arm lovingly. “How was your day?” She asked as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Not as good as yours I think,” Harry joked.

The hitch in her step confirmed that as they returned home to Privet Drive.

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“Where’s your girlfriend at, Potter?” Dudley asked as he barged into Harry’s room.

Harry glanced up from his summer Potions homework. Despite being much more lax than Snape had been, Slughorn still expected all of his incoming seventh year students to do some reading and a couple short essays over the summer on some supplementary material that would offer useful knowledge in the upcoming year. Naturally, despite being quite busy with her internship, Hermione had already finished her Potions work, and Harry was stuck playing catch up.

“I thought we told you that she has a summer internship,” Harry answered. “She’s busy with that most days.”

Dudley grumbled something under his breath as he glanced around though as though he somehow expected to find her hiding there. “What’s she got to do that for?” He asked.

“She’s doing it so that she can get a good job at the Ministry in the future,” Harry explained. “This internship will give her a leg up on the competition for jobs.”

“Can’t she… you know, just apply after she graduates like a normal person?” Dudley muttered.

It was almost funny to see Dudley acting so petulant while Hermione was gone. He’d clearly gotten quite used to having her around the house most days and having sex with her whenever he wanted. 

“She could, but Hermione’s a bit more driven than that,” Harry replied. “She only wants the best.”

“Then why is she with you then?” Dudley guffawed. “At least she’s got a real man like me to take care of her. Say, why don’t you tell her to quit her internship. I bet dad would let her intern at Grunnings, and I could join her there.”

From the sly grin on his lips, Harry expected that this internship would have Hermione working on her knees most of the time. Though, he supposed that wasn’t totally different to what she did with Kingsley, but at least Kingsley was actually giving her real work to do on top of the fun they got up to in the office. 

“I’ll be sure to let her know about the offer,” Harry told Dudley.

“Good,” he chuckled. “Bet she’s just as sick and tired of waiting all day to come home and shag as I am.”

Harry couldn’t help but let out a little snort at Dudley’s comment. If only he knew what Hermione actually got up to.

“What’s that?” Dudley asked, looking curiously at Harry.

“Nothing,” Harry replied quickly, but it was clear that Dudley’s suspicions were certainly raised.

Dudley gave Harry another odd look before shaking his head. “Look, just let me know when she gets back home alright. It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve fucked her.”

It was, in fact, just under twenty hours since the last time he’d fucked Hermione. Last night, Dudley had come to visit just after Harry and Hermione were settling in for the night. He’d rolled Hermione onto her side and fucked her in the arse while she braced herself against Harry. It had been incredibly hot, and right after Dudley had left, Harry couldn’t resist fucking Hermione’s pussy.

“I’ll be sure to let you know right away,” Harry assured him.

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The next morning, just as the alarm in Harry’s room went off to wake up Hermione for work, the door to their room opened and Dudley strode in with a determined look on his face.

“If you’re gonna spend all day at work, then the least you can do is satisfy me before then,” Dudley told Hermione gruffly. “I told you last night, didn’t I?”

Sleepily, Hermione muttered her agreement. “Yeah, you did.” She yawned and stretched as she sat up in bed, slowly blinking away the sleepiness from her eyes.

Although Harry would normally be quite happy to watch the two of them go at it, he had other business to attend to first. He rolled out of bed and quickly made for the bathroom to relieve himself while Dudley started pawing at Hermione. 

He’d barely finished flushing the toilet when the bathroom door burst open.

Dudley was carrying a naked Hermione in his arms as he pushed past Harry. He set Hermione down on her feet in the tub and sharply twisted the knob for the shower. A spray of warm water shot out of the shower head. 

Normally, Dudley loved to fuck Hermione while Harry was watching; he always made sure to fuck her right in front of him just to reinforce how much more manly he thought he was in comparison. However, Dudley didn’t even seem to notice or care that Harry was in the bathroom with him and Hermione this morning.

“There,” Dudley huffed at Hermione. “Happy now?”

“I will be once I’m actually starting to get ready for work,” Hermione replied.

Dudley groaned. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. You need to get ready for work, but I have needs too. Besides, this’ll perk you up better than any coffee.”

Dudley started stripping right then and climbed into the shower behind Hermione. As she slipped under the water, Dudley grabbed her by the waist and positioned his cock against her pussy. He let out a satisfied groan as his cock sank into Hermione’s tight pink pussy.

Deciding to finish his morning routine, Harry started brushing his teeth as he watched Dudley pound his girlfriend hard. He was fucking her desperately like this was the last chance he’d get. He had a tight hold on her hips and was literally pulling her back against him as he thrust forward, making his hips smack hard off of her arse each time.

Realising that Dudley was going for something rougher right off the get go, Hermione braced herself against the wall in front of her. However, being fucked hard like this didn’t stop her from washing her hair.

It was impressive to watch Hermione try to shampoo her hair while using only one hand at a time. Even when she started moaning from Dudley’s cock pounding in and out of her pussy, she never stopped getting ready for the day. However, Dudley’s rough thrusts eventually forced her to keep both hands on the wall at all times so that she didn’t suddenly stumble forward.

“Rub the shampoo in for me, would you?” Hermione asked Dudley.

He seemed a little annoyed at having to take his hands off of Hermione’s hips, but he did as she asked. His fingers started running through her brown curls, spreading the shampoo throughout.

“Oh, that feels nice,” Hermione moaned as Dudley’s fingers massaged her scalp. “Merlin, Harry, you need to do this for me the next time—”

“Potter’s cock won’t make you feel anywhere as good as mine does, love,” Dudley interrupted as he gave Hermione a particularly rough thrust.

Hermione ended up with her face pressed up against the wall, and Dudley seemed keen to keep her pinned there as he fucked her.

As much as Harry wanted to stay and enjoy the show, he knew he needed to start getting Hermione’s breakfast ready so that she’d be ready to leave for work shortly. So, he retreated back to his room to get changed and get all of the work she brought home put together in a neat pile that was ready for her to grab. He left then, still hearing the sounds of Dudley’s hips smacking off of Hermione’s arse.

He’d barely made it back to his room, closing the door behind himself, when he heard the shower turn off. Despite loving long showers, Hermione always limited herself to seven or eight minutes at the most in the morning before work. It was her showers and baths after a long day of getting fucked at the office that she let herself indulge.

Just as Harry was sitting down to collect Hermione’s work, he heard stomping coming from outside his door. Then, the door knob jiggled.

“Open the bloody door!” Dudley called out from the hallway.

Harry jumped to his feet, thinking that something was wrong, and rushed over to quickly open the door. He barely cracked it open when Dudley kicked it inward and staggered inside.

Dudley was carrying Hermione on his cock. She was facing away from him with her legs spread wide open so that Harry could see her pussy impaled on Dudley’s cock. He had his arms underneath her knees to hold her in place, and he kept bouncing her even as he walked into the room. Harry’s eyes followed Hermione’s jiggling breasts as he closed the door again.

Both of them were still dripping wet as Dudley walked over to the edge of Harry’s bed.

“Hermione said you could dry us off,” Dudley said to Harry gruffly as he continued to bounce Hermione on his cock. “Get to it.”

Hermione had a slight smile on her lips as Harry grabbed his wand and cast a simple drying charm on both of them. “Thanks, sweetie,” she said to him.

“Sweetie,” Dudley chuckled. “Why don’t you give your girl a kiss, Potter? A real man always kisses his girl in the morning. Watch.”

With that, Dudley dropped Hermione all the way down onto his cock, making her mouth open in a loud moan. Then, he craned his neck forward and kissed Hermione. He pushed his tongue dominantly into Hermione’s mouth, swirled it around, and then pulled back with a cocky grin on his lips.

“That’s how it’s done,” he told Harry. “Now, you try.”

Hermione had a slutty look on her face as Harry started to walk over to them. She was getting off on this, just as he was, and it brought a smile to Harry’s face. Nothing about this fantasy of his excited him as much as when he saw his girlfriend enjoying it as much as he was.

Just as Harry got close, Dudley resumed bouncing Hermione on his cock. She was going up and down, and her hair was flying all around her face, but that didn’t stop Harry from leaning in and kissing her sweetly on the lips.

Dudley chuckled to himself as Harry pulled back, satisfied with the display. 

“Alright then, now get her clothes laid out for her,” Dudley ordered Harry.

Dutifully, Harry did exactly that. He picked out a matching set of lingerie and a nice robe that would keep it all obscured until the time came to take it all off when Kingsley asked her to. Then, he grabbed a nice pair of heels for her to wear and set them down at the edge of the bed.

“Why are you giving her lingerie to wear to work?” Dudley asked perplexedly.

Harry paused for a moment. No one knew about what Hermione got up to at work. Magic helped cover up any sign of Hermione fucking Kingsley, and neither he nor Hermione had bothered to inform Dudley or Vernon about it either. Truthfully, it wasn’t something that they’d spoken about either, and Harry wasn’t sure if Hermione would want him to say anything about it.

Thankfully, the choice was taken right out of his hands when Hermione answered. “Because I fuck my boss,” she told Dudley openly.

“You what?!” Dudley shouted, lifting Hermione off of his cock and depositing her on her back on the bed.

“I fuck my boss,” Hermione repeated. “And I need to leave for work soon otherwise he’ll be upset with me for missing his morning blowjob.”

Dudley’s mouth gaped like a fish out of water. “But… but… you can’t fuck him.”

“Why not?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at Dudley. 

“Because you’ve got me around,” Dudley replied as though that should be reason enough.

“You’re lovely, but—” Hermione began to speak, but she was swiftly interrupted as Dudley leapt on top of her and shoved his cock right back into her waiting pussy.

“You’re mine,” Dudley proclaimed possessively as he groped Hermione’s breast and rammed into her. Hermione couldn’t help but let out a moan as Dudley’s cock filled her up so forcefully. “Your boss doesn’t deserve you.”

“I. Don’t. Know.” Hermione replied with Dudley thrusting to punctuate her words. “He’s really fit.”

“I’m better,” Dudley replied confidently. “Can he make you feel like this?”

Suddenly, Dudley leaned forward and started kissing Hermione’s neck while he squeezed her breasts and pounded her pussy with powerful thrusts. Hermione thrashed in pleasure beneath him, squealing and moaning as Dudley fucked her so perfectly.

Harry groaned at the sight of his girlfriend losing herself underneath his cousin. She looked so beautiful whenever she was feeling true bliss like this.

Then, Dudley stopped. His mouth left her neck, his hand left her breast, and he pulled his cock back until the tip was barely in between her swollen lips. Hermione was breathing heavily as she looked up at Dudley in disbelief.

“Why did you stop?” She asked breathlessly, seemingly forgetting the fact that she needed to hurry up and get ready for work.

“Say it,” Dudley told her. “Say that I’m better than your boss and that no one can compare to me.”

Subtly, Hermione glanced over at Harry, and he gave a slight nod back. He was more than fine with her saying anything Dudley wanted to hear because this was just so damn hot.

But Hermione wasn’t going to give in so easily. She tried to slide down the bed to sink down onto Dudley’s cock, but he pulled his hips back just in time and grabbed onto her shoulders to hold her in place.

“Say it,” he repeated. “And I’ll make you cum.”

Hermione bit her lip as she looked up into Dudley’s face. “You’re better than my boss,” she said softly. “There’s no one like you, Dudley. No one can make me feel as good as you and your cock do.”

A sly grin came across Dudley’s lips. “Good girl.”

Then, he filled her back up in a single thrust. Hermione screamed in ecstasy, and Dudley just kept thrusting in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. She was so wet that Harry could hear her pussy squelching each time Dudley’s fat cock plunged into her.

“Yes!” Hermione screamed. “Fuck me!”

“God, you’re such a perfect little slag,” Dudley groaned. “Go on, cum on my cock. Do it!”

“Aaaah!” Hermione cried out, and suddenly her entire body was wracked with tremors as her orgasm hit her. 

Dudley let out a low roar and jerked his hips forward sharply. Harry knew that he was cumming in Hermione’s pussy then, filling her up with his white seed. A stream of white liquid actually flowed out of her pussy and down the curve of her arse and onto the bedsheet as Dudley rocked his body against hers. Hermione clung to Dudley’s large frame desperately as she moaned and gasped for air.

When he was finally satisfied, Dudley pulled out of Hermione, but not before leaning down to kiss her on the lips possessively. 

“You’re mine,” he told her. “And don’t you forget it.”

Dudley strode out of the room then, basking in his own glory. Harry hurried to Hermione’s side with his wand in hand.

“You look beautiful,” he told her as he planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

Hermione giggled quietly. “I never knew how much I loved the idea of men fighting over me like this.”

Harry gave his wand a quick wave and dispersed all of the new sweat on Hermione’s body. Then, a second wave cleaned her up of Dudley’s cum. 

“I wonder if Kingsley would be as possessive,” Harry said aloud, mentally picturing how hot it would be to see him take Hermione like Dudley just did.

“Probably,” Hermione replied as she jumped to her feet and started getting dressed. She let out a sigh as she pulled up her panties. “I have a feeling I’m going to be really sore after work today. Would you mind running down to Diagon Alley to pick up some soothing potions for my bath after work?”

“Anything for you,” Harry smiled.

Merlin, he really loved his perfect girlfriend.