Head.

"Blowjob!" You blurted out, cutting Hermione off mid-sentence. It was a safe-ish bet, sitting at 21% when you asked, and it was certainly an appealing thought getting a blowjob from the golden girl. The numbers around her head had blurred and then disappeared, as if to say the rest of the options were off the table. Shit. Was a one in five chance too low? I mean, it was the best option, but not if it throws all your chances with Hermione out the window! You hadn't gone for handjob because, let's be honest, you could probably give yourself a better handjob considering the amount of practice you had, and couldn't exactly give yourself any of the othe-

You were broke out of your thoughts as Hermione finally found the words to respond. "Are you... asking me to give you a blowjob." She was speaking slowly, deliberately, with an unreadable expression on her face but a slight reddish hue to her cheeks. "Yes!" You proclaimed, "No! Maybe?" Your head was spinning, fearing the wellbeing of your face and balls should you come to face Hermione's wrath. Hermione nodded wordlessly, and looked back over her shoulder at the floor. "I mean... I did clean the floor..." She muttered, as your eyes practically bulged out of your head. She slid out of your lap and slowly adjusted her skirt, a dark patch visible as you caught a glimpse of her panties. "You know," She said, as she stopped adjusting her skirt and avoided looking you in the eye, "You could have had more tact than that." You watched as Hermione knelt before you, shimmying slightly forward to kneel between your legs. YOUR legs. Hermione. The golden girl of Gryffindor, nay, of hogwarts. Was kneeling in front of you. About to suck you off. You could die here and be happy. Your rambling thoughts were cut off once again as you felt a pair of dainty hands begin to fiddle with your belt, before the pressure of it on your wait released, the silence soon filled by a click and then the sound of a zip.

"Um..." You heard a quiet voice squeak from below, as you looked down to see a version of Hermione you had never seen before. This girl wasn't brash and commanding. The girl kneeling was glowing red and meek. "Could you... Sit up a sec? So I can pull it off?" You made eye contact for a moment before Hermione looked away, muttering under her breath. You gulped, lifting your behind off the seat slightly as the brunette muttered a "Thanks," and slid your underwear and trousers down your legs. You sat back down, letting a hiss escape from between gritted teeth as your skin made contact with the cold porcelain, but that quickly subsided as you felt a hand wrap it's way around your nether regions. This image was truly extraordinary. I mean, you knew you were repeating yourself, but, Hermione FUCKING GRANGER! Was on her knees! Hand on your cock! Staring at it! You watched as she tentatively leaned forward, giving it an experimental lick, before leaning back again and titling her head. "It doesn't taste like how I imagined." You raised an eyebrow.

"You imagined this?" Hermione's face flushed as she looked up at you, a slight twitch in her eye.

"No!" She squeezed your shaft, which definitely stung.

"OW! OW! OKAY OKAY!" You said, as she released the pressure with a pout. "No imagining, got it." Hermione seemed to calm down from this as she gave it couple more licks.

"This isn't exactly my area of expertise." She said, mulling over your penis as if it were a particularly difficult homework question, "Do I just... Y'know. Stick it in?"