Barely

Hermione was sure she was going to bite her tongue off!!

Every second was pure blissful ****. She was getting wetter by the second. Her skirt would be soaked if she wasn’t careful.

Harry noticed this too.

"Pull your skirt up and out from under you. Can't have you making a mess can we?" He teased.

Hermione looked around and noticed nobody as paying her anything attention. So she lifted up and pulled her skirt out.

Her bare ass now sitting on the hard wood stool. The plug almost making a sound of metal meeting wood.

Harry began to up his teasing by putting a second finger in.

Hermione bit her lip and fought back moans as he curved his fingers and found that 'magic' spot.

"You're so wet. You really are my Slut aren't you?" Harry whispered as he leaned close.

"Yes.....I am... Ma...Master!" She gasped.

She was terrified someone heard but no one seemed to notice.

Harry kept up his ****. His fingers bring her closer and closer.

Hermione never wanted a class to end so badly.

After what felt like the most grueling time she had ever been through Binns class was over.

She had somehow not cum.

Harry pulled out his fingers and stuck them in her parted lips.

Hermione went wide eyed and quickly sucked her juices off.

Harry pulled his fingers out and smirked.

"Well done Slut." Harry said loudly.

"Harry!!"

"Calm down." Harry pulled up his wand and smiled. "I cast a silence spell when you were taking notes. No one heard me. Or you."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. The entire time she was horrified someone would notice.

"You might want to cast a cleaning charm on your seat." Harry suggested.

Hermione looked down and saw the mess she had made. She pulled out her wand and cleaned up the chair and herself.

The two rose and headed out.

Harry grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a nearby closet.

"Harry?!" She asked startled.

"Well I did promise you a reward didn't I Slut?" He hovered inches from her mouth.

"Yes you did Master." She looked at him with pure lust.

Hermione moved first kissing him with earnest.

The two engaged in a fierce tongue battle with Harry moving his hand under her skirt and cupping her soft cheeks.

Harry pulled back. "Now what to give you?"