Of course he does

"Hermione, you were about to get changed into new clothes. And it is okay for me to watch you get changed. It doesn't bother you at all." Hermione stopped dead as she dropped the Charms and Arithmancy textbook and notes and headed for her wardrobe.

"Harry, while I find your reminders helpful, you don't have to egg me on about everything every time."

Hermione unhooked her skirt and bent backward to take off her skirts. Hermione's ass had gotten bubblier over the year. Harry wanted to bury his face in that taut bubble butt but kept himself from going all out. Where would the fun be in that?

Harry could see the tuffs of brown hair sticking out from Hermione's Piss-stained panties. "Hermione, you answer every question I ask truthfully as possible without finding it weird or unnatural. Do you thoroughly wipe yourself after pissing in the toilets?" "No, I let the leftover pee be smothered in my pubes. The ammonia stench is so intoxicating. And even if it didn't, why should I bother with all of it?" "Do you ever masturbate while sniffing your dirty panties?" Hermione blushed heavily at that. Harry's eyes widened a bit in surprise. "Well?"

"A, all the time. Usually, I do more than sniff. I wear my panties around my head."

Harry stifled a laugh. He could see Hermione, her panties strewn across her head. The band shielded one of her eyes, and she was huffing in and out as if she lacked oxygen at a deep end of a cave. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she kept shoving her fingers inside her drooling, maybe even squirting pussy. He would have to make sure later...

With that thought, the real-life Hermione pulled her panties down each leg and presented Harry with her bare pussy.

Hermione's pussy was hairy. With a bush that has never been shaved since her pubes started growing out from her nether mounds. Harry could smell the filthy sweat, ammonia, and natural B.O. of her pubes, jumbled and marinated inside her hot, stained panties. Harry could feel himself getting an erection, tenting in front of his pants. He could see the Amazon and the trail that strayed from it.

The trail started from her naval, narrowly trailing down, getting sider until it reached the bushy mound until stretched back to her hairy, winking asshole.

It was a stark contrast to her pink, winking butthole as it was with her light virgin pussy.

Hermione heaved and pulled off her sweater. Harry could see the large pit stains more clearly now. Harry gulped in anticipation as Hermione slowly buttoned out her top. Harry could see the once-white but now slightly yellowish bra bounce as Hermione threw her skirt, sweater, and her top into the tartan hamper.

Hermione took off her bra and then reached for the wardrobe. Harry could see the thick bush between her armpits.

Harry wanted to lift Hermione's arm and stick his nose under her armpits, there and then. He yearned to sniff the sweaty, old cheese stink coming off from the deepest, most shameful part of her body, where all her scent accumulated in one spot, inviting the perverted, dirty-minded to seek after the cheese at the end of the wooded jungle.

Harry leaned forward, almost taking a step off the bed toward Hermione.

But then everything ended abruptly as Hermione casually put her bra back on, then her shirt.

Curses! Hermione was way too fast for his liking. Should he make her take off the shirt again?

No, Harry thought. That would make this way too easy.

He held all the cards. -At the moment. He needed to make sure. (Surely a man powerful as Dumbledore felt the disturbance in reality like this? But maybe not. Harry made a mental note and put it inside his head for now.)

While his train of thought had made it to the station, Hermione had finished changing her clothes. Already, Harry could see her back beginning to dampen. "Shall we go now, Harry?"