Hermione.

Hermione's eyes sparkled with desperation as she gazed up at Harry, her mouth watering in anticipation. She couldn't bear the thought of being passed over, not even for a moment. "Please use me Master!" she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I'll be the best, I'll take it all, just please choose me!"

As she spoke, she leaned forward, her lips parting further, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in a blatant invitation. Her eyes locked onto Harry's, burning with a fierce hunger that seemed to sear the air between them.

"No, me!" Luna begged, her voice husky with desire as she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Harry's. "Fuck this ****'s hungry mouth!" She said, her words tumbling out in a rush, her hands grasping at Harry's thighs as if to pull him closer. Hermione's eyes flashed with a spark of competitiveness, her face twisting into a pout as she gazed up at Harry, her mouth still open, still waiting.

Harry's gaze flicked between the two girls, a slow smile spreading across his face as he savored the desperation emanating from them.

"Now now," Harry grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement as he gazed down at the two girls. "Don't make me punish you both." His voice was low and husky, dripping with promise, and both Hermione and Luna shivered in response. Hermione's pout deepened, her lips pushing out in a sulky expression, while Luna's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement.

Harry's gaze lingered on Hermione's face for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of her lips, before he turned his attention to Luna. "You, my dear Luna," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "are always so eager to please. But I think I'll start with..."

"...Hermione," Harry finished, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "I think I'll start with you, my dear."

Hermione's eyes lit up with excitement as she felt Harry's hand reach down and gently tangle in her hair. She closed her eyes, her lips parting in anticipation, her tongue darting out to wet them. Harry's grip on her hair tightened, and he guided her head closer, his tip brushing against her lips. Hermione's tongue flicked out, tasting him, and she moaned softly, her hands reaching up to grasp at his thighs.

Hermione's heart raced as she felt Harry's tip brush against her lips. She closed her eyes, her hands grasping at his thighs as she waited for him to push himself into her mouth. But instead, she felt his grip on her hair tighten, and he pulled her back, a teasing smile on his face.

"Not yet, my dear," Harry said, his voice low and husky. "I want to savor this moment."

Hermione whimpered in frustration, her body trembling with need.

Harry's grip on Hermione's hair remained firm, his fingers tangled in the soft strands as he gazed down at her with an air of anticipation. Her eyes, still closed, fluttered open, and she met his gaze with a mixture of frustration and longing. Her lips, still parted, seemed to tremble with the effort of waiting, and Harry's smile grew wider as he savored the moment.

A) Gentle

B) Rough.