"Strip For Me, Slowly"

Harry grinned as he took in the sensuous face he had waiting for him, with a killer body to boot. He had plenty of time until his next class, and he was going to enjoy the hell out of his first time.

"Strip for me Hermione, slowly."

Hermione, serene smile still plastered to her face, instantly followed his direction, swaying as though she was dancing to music neither of them could hear as she began to untie her robes to reveal a normal pair of jeans and a tank top, her breasts pulling the shirt tight. How she had managed to get her panties off to give to him at the table, he might never know - it almost seemed as though it were magic.

Harry smirked. 'Always the same, eh 'Mione. Never could give up your muggle clothing.'

By now she had her robes fully off, and was beginning to pull off her tank top, when Harry decided to approach. Who said he had to just watch? He could do whatever he wanted - that was the beauty of magic.

Her tank top and bra came off simultaneously, and he couldn't help but reach out and cup her breasts, rolling her tiny pink nipples in his hands until they grew hard. Her breath grew laboured as he continued to apply pressure, but that didn't stop her from unzipping her jeans and slowly pulling them off her large ass, shaking it as she did so.

Harry groaned aloud as he caught sight of it, forgetting about her breasts to reach down and cup it, before giving it a small spank and watching the mesmerizing ripple. He couldn't say it enough - Magic was fucking amazing.