Hermione Granger.

"Uhhnghh! Hermione I'm... uh, getting close." Harry groaned, as he took his girlfriend from behind.

He and Hermione had hooked up not long into their 8th year at Hogwarts. Harry couldn't quite believe his luck, getting with one of the hottest girls in his year, a friend who he'd always had a bit of a thing for, if he was being honest.

Harry had been hesitant to become intimate with the muggle-born girl at first, shy to show her just how shameful his endowment was. His cock was a slender three inches. Hermione, however, had been very accepting, assuring it was plenty enough for her. Their rendezvous had become more frequent, spilling out from the Boys Dorm, and into all sorts of areas of the castle. Broom closets, on the grounds, right now they were fucking in the second-floor girl's lavatory. Hermione wearing only her school stockings, her short skirt flipped up around her stomach. They usually had the place to themselves, sans Moaning Myrtle.

The funny thing was, he and Hermione had sex all the time, and the witch never seemed satisfied. Harry guessed she just had an active libido.

"Hnngh... Hermione, I can't hold off any longer!" Harry cried, tightly seizing the Gryffindor girl's hips. "Are you close?!"

"No..." Hermione conceded, looking back over her shoulder at him. "But I've got a lot on my mind. Books, homework. You sort yourself out."

Consigned to defeat, at least where pleasing his girlfriend was concerned, Harry pressed on. A few more frantic thrusts, and he felt himself about to burst.

Taking his petite manhood in hand, Harry finished himself off. He felt somewhat proud as he emptied his load onto Hermione's back. Not his usual one solitary spurt of seed, but a second to follow it up! He was practically superhuman.

"Brilliant, we're finished." Hermione sighed, once she felt Harry's manhood grow flaccid.

"Brilliant?" Harry asked, a bit hurt by his girlfriend's delight their tryst was over so soon.

"Oh, I just meant brilliant, because... I can go to the library now. There's something I need to..." Hermione said, idly running a hand through her bushy brown hair.

"Well, once I get cleaned up." Hermione noted. "Can you summon my wand, Harry? I think I dropped it in all the... excitement."

"Looking for this, Mudblood?" Draco asked, stepping forward, gingerly holding Hermione's 10 3/4 inch vine wood wand.

"Malfoy!" Hermione screamed, taking a step back towards Harry, and covering her tits. "What on Earth are you doing in here?"

"I was taking a piss, Granger." Malfoy says haughtily. "You know, what this whole room is for. You, on the other hand... Do you know what the teachers would say, a prefect fucking in the toilets like a cheap prostitute?"

"Tell anyone about this and I'll-" Hermione protested.

"You'll what? Sic Potter on me? I'm not worried. I always knew he wasn't any kind of man, but now? Suppose I just have the proof of it." Draco said cruelly, nodding to Harry's exposed cock.

The shock of Draco walking in on them quickly turned to shame. Harry cupped his hands over his privates. However impressive his three-inches looked hard, it was far less so only minutes after he'd shot a load.