She asks you to scrub her body, all over.

"I want to shag your brains out," Hermione coos in your ear as she continues to stroke your head.

"Wha--" you start as you lose your concentration and briefly slip beneath the surface of the bubbly, perfumed water. "What...:::::cough:::::...what did you just say?" you ask once you reach the surface again.

Hermione giggles as she looks down at you. "Harry, I said, I'd like you to help scrub me," she says simply.

For an instant you can only stare up at her in disbelief as you run the sentence back through your head a couple of times.

What she said and what you heard didn't sound anything alike! Geeze, a guy's brain could work so strangely sometimes. Here you were floating naked, without a care in the world, between the huge, supple breasts of one of your best friends; and somehow your brain had turned to thinking about sex. Nope, didn't see that coming.

"Uh... sure," you answer finally, remembering that you'd just promised yourself that you'd do anything she asks. You can't help but notice that Hermione seems to blush as her smile radiates down at you.

"Wonderful," she cooed again, clearly pleased with your lack of resistance. Before you can react she's already grabbed your arms and is pulling you into a thankful hug against her chest. Her already slick breasts easily guide your face deep into her cleavage, muffling any protest you might have felt like sharing.

There, with your head embraced by Hermione's large, blissfully soft boobs; you are suddenly very thankful that the sudsy water is keeping your body's reaction from view.

"Harry," she says accusingly as she finally releases you. In an instant the dreamy smile that you hadn't realized you had on your face vanishes; unfortunately, the shade of red you'd developed as your thoughts began to stray remains quite visible.

"I," you start suddenly, only to realize that you have no idea what to say. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Hermione's giggle cuts you off and her smirk further confirms her amusement by your reaction. "It's okay," she says gently, "they are nice aren't they?" As she asks the question she crosses her arms beneath her breasts; squeezing them together and pushing them forward.

For just a moment you contemplate the sorts of things you've imagined while staring at Playwizard. You are dying aren't you? And who better to share some of the little time you have left than with beautiful, kindhearted, hot-as-hell Hermione? This runs through your mind while Hermione gazes at you as if seeing your very thoughts.

An instant later an intense feeling of guilt suddenly hitsfloods though you. "Hermione," you begin gravely, "I don't know for certain; but I think that... that Ron likes yo--"

"Shhh..." Hermione says gently, "Harry, don't you think I have some say in who I choose to... 'help scrub me?'"

You can't help but smile sheepishly back at her. She's definitely thought this through. And you did promise to do anything she wants, didn't you? "Yes, Hermione," you say.

Quickly you sweep your arms out along the surface, gathering up suds which you liberally slather over your body. Finally, once only your face is now visible amid the bubbles you throw your arms out in a 'ta-da' motion. "Guess this makes me your new loofah, huh?" you ask with a big dopey smile.

"Certainly my new male one," Hermione says as she laughs at you. With a quick shove with her hand you are pushed back beneath the surface before you can question what she meant by that. "So get to work, Harry," you hear her add from from underwater, "start working your way up."

And you do. With a brief visit to the surface for air you dive down and follow her legs with your hands until you come to her feet. In short order you learn two things: Hermione's feet are very ticklish; which leads almost directly to the second, that even small kicks at this size are enough to leave you gasping for air. As quickly as you can, you move on.

You've never considered yourself a leg man, really, but something about having a pair of beautiful legs that are one and a half times your height could quickly change your thoughts on the matter. Her legs are smooth and soft and the more your run your hands over her skin, the more you want to. Apparently the feeling is mutual as you begin to feel small tremors run down her legs as you slowly caress your way north.

You find yourself smiling more and more each time you come up for air with the soft sound of sighs and occasional groans that greet your ears as they briefly break the surface.

Back below you continue rubbing and massaging Hermione's skin as you work your way past her knees to her thighs. The tremors have are quickly become jolts and small spasms as you as you work your way forward. Even through the water you can see that Hermione is tightly gripping the edge that she's sitting on as she tries to minimize the bucking her body is doing.

Finally the damn breaks. On your way up for another breath of air a vice-like grip suddenly clamps down on the back of your neck. Hermione has grabbed you and with a powerful yank your head breaks the surface. Before you can even utter a cry of surprise you feel her shove your back hard against the side of the bath. Struggling to wipe the water from your face you finally manage to open your eyes to find Hermione towering above you. Drenched in water and sweat her jiggling breasts are right above your head, obstructing your view of her face. "Sorry, Harry," she gasps, "I really need this."

With that she pushes her hips forward, pushing her fuzzy pussy directly against your chest. Hermione lets out a low guttural groan as she pushes tightly against you. Even in the hot water of the bath you can feel the heat radiating from her in waves. "Yeees," she breaths as she begins to slowly but forcefully rub her cunt up and down your chest.

You make a few halfhearted attempts to stop her before you finally give in, and let the sensations take over your body as this beautiful voluptuous woman grinds her body against you. A few more intense strokes from her hips pass before she places her hands on your head and start to apply pressure.

It doesn't take one of Trelawny’s crystal balls to figure out what's comi... and then it hits you! As you slowly sink lower and Hermione's puffy slit works its way up your chest and neck; a feeling of deja vu unlike anything you can explain. You've been in this situation before. You begin to struggle as her pussy lips begin enveloping your face. Your sudden motion only seems to excite Hermione further as her bucking becomes more urgent. You've been here before! You've been helpless and panicked in this situation; but how? When?! The harder you try to focus the more the thoughts seem to just slip away. Could it be a spell? But who?

* * * * *

"Well Ginny," said Dumbledore thoughtfully as he looked at the girl across his desk, though his half-moon spectacles. "I would never have suspected that Ms. Granger was quite so... adventurous? Perhaps you would be a safer choice."

"I thought it best to tell you, Professor," said Ginny as she suppressed a knowing smile, "especially since poor Harry is stuck alone with her.

"Indeed," replied the Headmaster as he steepled his fingers in thought, "perhaps we should send someone to check on our dear Mr. Potter. Dobby?"

Almost before he is done calling, Dobby is already in the room and bowing deeply. "At your most humble service Dumbledore," he croaked.

"Thank you Dobby," Dumbledore replied as he inclined his head, "we need someone to take a discrete check on Mr. Potter."

"Absolutely," replied the small elf with barely concealed excitement, "anything to help out Mr. Harry Potter, sir." And in a flash, he was gone again.