Try "Sui sexus conscientia" on Hermione. (Sex)

He quickly scanned the page of the spell book in his head, trying to locate the one he had read about earlier.

He thought to himself, "the 'Sui sexus conscientia' could work well here.

With a determined look on his face, Harry whispered the incantation and twirled his wand in a clockwise motion before flicking it towards Hermione. The faint glow from Harry's wand flickered for a moment before dissipating. It was over in the blink of an eye.

Hermione gasped and looked up from the book she was reading. She stared at Harry with wide eyes. Harry froze, wondering if he had made a mistake, but then Hermione smiled warmly and gestured to the empty chair beside her. "Sit down," she said kindly. "I have something to show you Harry."

Harry could sense a change in Hermione's attitude, and she seemed warmer and more friendly. He also noticed her stealing glances at his groin. He sat down and watched intently as she opened a page in her book. "Look at this," she said excitedly.

"Harry couldn't help but smile as Hermione showed him a passage from a book on the magical properties of various liquids. She explained that it described the effects of certain ingredients used to brew love potions. Harry couldn't help but suspect that this was Hermione's way of flirting with him. Despite her Nerdiness, it was having a profound effect on him. He found himself drawn to her in a way he had never felt before.

He found himself growing more and more enchanted as Hermione spoke animatedly about the various potions and elixirs that could ignite desire and passion in the drinker. He could not deny the pull he felt towards her, a feeling that was both unfamiliar and exhilarating. Who knew that a conversation about magical potions could be so tantalizing?

As Hermione spoke, Harry became aware of the warmth of her body as she leaned in closer to him. He could feel her chest pressing gently against his arm, and for a moment, he was lost in the sensation. Her touch was done in a cute innocent way, yet it sent a shiver down his spine. He struggled to suppress his feelings for her, but thoughts of what she might look like without her robes constantly flitted through his mind.

He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing her without them. It was as if he had been bewitched, unable to focus on anything else. The prospect of seeing her was all that filled his mind, consuming him completely. He was under her spell, and nothing else mattered.

"Don't you agree, Harry?" Hermione asked softly.

Harry shook his head slightly. He had been so focused on her body that he hadn't even noticed she had asked him a question.

"Y-Yes, I think so too," Harry said hesitantly.

Hermione smiled sweetly at him. "You haven't been listening to a word I've been saying, have you?"

Harry blinked, realizing he had been caught. "I'm so sorry, Hermione," he mumbled sheepishly. "It's just so hot in here."

"I don't blame you," Hermione said, smiling and taking his hand in hers. "I think we should get out of these cloaks, don't you?"

Before Harry even had a chance to process what was happening, Hermione had started to slide her robe off her shoulders, making eye contact with him the whole time.

Harry stood transfixed as Hermione undid each button on her dress shirt, revealing her bra-covered breasts. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulling it down her legs before giving a sharp kick.

"Blimey, Hermione," Harry exclaimed, his eyes widening as she stepped out of her shoes and gave them a shove to the side.

Hermione turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eye and teased, "Well, Potter, what are you waiting for?"

Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he nervously pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His eyes were fixed hungrily on Hermione's slender figure, admiring her smooth and pale skin and the way her matching white underwear hugged her hips and rounded buttocks. He licked his lips nervously, his hands shaking with anticipation.

A bead of sweat rolled down Harry's forehead as he nervously began unbuttoning his jeans. Hermione's eyes were fixed on him, and he could tell that she was incredibly aroused by what she saw. A wet spot was forming on her underwear, making it clear that she was just as eager for this as he was.

Hermione's eyes darted back up to meet Harry's gaze as he slid his boxers off, revealing his naked body to her. She let out a small gasp as she took in the sight, her eyes widening in surprise and excitement. Harry felt his heart racing with anticipation, knowing that he was about to share his body with her. He could feel her desire for him radiating off of her.

He couldn't help but stare at her chest as she sat up straighter in her chair.

He wondered how they looked naked, imagining the soft curves of her tits pressed together underneath her white bra.

"Get up, Harry," Hermione said in a husky voice, motioning for him to come closer with a curl of her finger. Harry quickly stood, feeling a little unsure on his feet as he rose beside her. He glanced nervously at Hermione as she slipped her fingers inside her Panties and slowly started to rub herself.

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked nervously, his voice cracking with uncertainty.

Hermione giggled softly. "Just stand beside me," she whispered suggestively.

Harry hesitated, but Hermione continued speaking quietly, her breath tickling his crotch. "If you're really my best friend, then you'll let me do whatever I want to you, won't you?"

"Harry nervously bit his lip, his inner turmoil nearly boiling over. He was about to burst right then and there, but he didn't dare say anything out loud . He simply gave a small nod of agreement.

Hermione smiled at him in a way that made him feel warm and tingly inside. She reached out and, with a gentle movement, pulled his pants down. The moment felt both thrilling and a little bit dangerous, as if they were breaking some unspoken rule. Hermione's smile grew wider and she looked up at him with mischievous eyes, as if she knew exactly what she was doing and didn't care who might see them.

Harry's cock sprang into view, throbbing eagerly in front of her.

"Oh no!" Harry moaned as Hermione wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft. He closed his eyes tightly, relishing the sensations running through his body.

His mind swam with pleasure as Hermione stroked his cock in slow circles. He felt a burning heat building between his thighs, and he desperately tried to control himself. But Hermione's gentle strokes soon proved too much.

"Mmmm...oh yes..." Harry groaned as Hermione continued to stroke his erection.

Her touch was exquisite, and Harry could not hold back any longer. His knees buckled, and he felt the familiar wave of ecstasy wash over him. Hermione's eyes widened as she watched his climax build within him. Harry's eyes closed tight as he fought to keep himself from exploding, but he could not stop his orgasm.

The first cum-shot hit Hermione square in the face, splattering her with a thick and creamy load. She was momentarily blinded, her face and neck covered with a sheen of Harrys cum. When she regained her sight, she was surprised to see Her body completely drenched in his cum. Harry could see his cum flowing down her face, cascading over her breasts and dripping from her nipples onto her thighs making a puddle in the chair she sat in it.

"Hermione let out a long, moan," Harry observed, As Hermione writhed in ecstasy, her screams echoing through the room. Then, her head fell forward, her resting on his cum coved cock.

They remained in that position for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being together. "Eventually, Hermione lifted her head from his lap and smiled at him timidly. " 'That was nice,' she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "

"I believe I am in love with you, Harry," Hermione said, her face reddening with embarrassment.

"I love you too, Hermione," Harry replied.

"Is it okay if we start off as just friends?" Hermione asked uncertainly, biting her lip.

"Of course," Harry replied, nodding his head.

"So, um... do you think you want to do it again some time?" Hermione asked, her face lighting up with hope.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Harry grinned at her, his eyes twinkling.

"Good! Well, shall we get going then?" Hermione suggested brightly, standing up from the table.

"Good idea," Harry agreed, rising from his seat.

"Hey Hermione?" Harry asked, pulling up his pants.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione answered, still with a slight shimmer in her voice.

"I was wondering if I could borrow your potion-making skills for a new potion I'm working on," Harry asked.

Hermione paused for a moment. It was rare for Harry to ask for her assistance, and she liked the sound of helping him make a new potion. "Sure thing, Harry. What kind of potion are you making?"

"I'll tell you after I have tested it myself," Harry told her.

"Sounds interesting," Hermione said, smiling. "Tell me the ingredients and I can get started right away."