DOES HARRY SIT ON THE BED WITH HERMONIE?

     Harry pauses for a minute behind her, watching her red hair trail down her back. It stood out starkly against her white skin. His cock bounced against his thigh as he climbed up on the bed. It's satin sheets felt cool and slick against his skin. Hermonie glanced at him as he moved closer to her and he raised his hands in a warding off gesture.

"You said we needed to work on the spell. No distractons. I'm here to help." He lowered his hands and looked at the spell book that lay in her lap. It almost covered her neatly trimmed bush. The rest, he knew, was shaved smooth.

Hermonie started to list off things they would need to do to prepare and ingredients they would need. A sudden thought struck him

   "What all did you use last time Hermonie?" She leaned over,  her milky breasts bobbing, and started to hand him the spell book. The back of her hand grazed his still hard cock and she stopped in mid motion.

   "Harry...?"

   "Some things I can control Hermonie. Some I can't." He said softly as he placed her small hand over his aching shaft. He watched her face, or rather Lindesy's and moaned. 

  "I know I shouldn't be doing all of this with you Harry. Me being with Ron and all, but I just can't seem to help it.' Her hand sped and a large drop of precum formed at the tip of his dick. Hermonie licked her lips.