Harry's Luck!!?

Hermione, her tone stern and probing, asked Harry, "Did you fuck anyone up to now?"

Taken aback by the direct question, Harry admitted, "No, Hermione. Ron and I haven't had the chance. No one has given us a chance, even though we had the required specifications."

Hermione, emanating an air of wisdom and experience, replied, "No one's just going to bend nakedly and expose their bodies to you, dummy. You should ask them."

Harry digested her words, realizing the truth in her statement. He had been passive, expecting opportunities to present themselves.

Hermione, her expression both enigmatic and enticing, said to Harry, "Harry, I'm going to give you a chance. Show me what you're made of today. In return, you'll get to know the truth, and you'll get a gift, the day after tomorrow."

Caught off guard by her offer, Harry inquired curiously, "What gift am I receiving the day after tomorrow? What about now?"

Hermione, her intentions clear, chanted a spell with a confident and relaxed tone:

"Lamina Dea Dispersio,"

In an instant, her clothes vanished, leaving Hermione standing before Harry, naked and unapologetic. This was a sight Harry had never beheld before, save for a fleeting glimpse of his Aunt Petunia's milfy bosom. Now, he stared at a fully exposed, 20-year-old woman, her body milky white, shimmering in the moonlight that filtered through the store room's window.

Hermione's black hair was loose, cascading down her ears and to her shoulders, a lock of hair framing one side of her face. With a commanding tone, she told Harry, "Look at me, Harry. Look at me closer."

Harry, hypnotized, drank in her beauty with his eyes, his gaze roaming over her chest, taking in her small B-cup breasts, the pink nipples hardening under his hungry stare. He noted her flat chest, likening it to a cricket pitch.

Harry's eyes continued their exploration, descending from Hermione's chest to her flat stomach, the navel hole a focal point before his gaze landed on her neatly shaved pussy. He took in her toned legs, admiring the perfect form she presented, reminiscent of an Ellora Shilpam.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Hermione had noticed his perusal from behind. She gracefully turned around, presenting her backside to him. It was a sight that left Harry gaping. Her ass was wide, voluptuous, a stark contrast to her slender neck and waist. A telltale sign of recent growth, Harry mused, noticing how pluffy her buttocks had become. He couldn't help but speculate about the events that led to her delightful transformation.

Hermione, sensing his admiration, turned back around with a sultry smile, her hands resting on her hips. "What, Harry? Just looking and no action?" she purred, seduction dripping from every syllable, daring Harry to make a move. The room was charged with sexual tension, the air thick with anticipation as Hermione challenged him to break the boundaries they'd never crossed before. Her proposition, both daring and enticing, pushed Harry to the precipice of a new world, one filled with the thrill of forbidden desires.