Harry Potter in Unexpected Situations

At 8:55, Lavender stood nervously in front of the Deputy Headmistress's office. She pulled out her compact to check her makeup and deeply breathed. She wasn't sure if she could persuade the uptight Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor know-it-all, into giving her a second interview the way she had with Harry, but she was open to the idea. After closing her eyes and taking one more deep breath, she heard her name called.

"Ms. Brown, Miss Granger will see you now," Winky announced in a high-pitched voice.

She wore a different outfit than the one from yesterday, having noticed a cum stain on the top. It was probably a good idea not to wear the same clothes on interviews, especially ones with her prospective employer's cum on them.

Lavender rose from her chair, threw her shoulders back, and confidently strode into the office. Like Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger told her to come in, close the door, and take a seat. She noticed how similar the offices were, right down to the desks and chairs. It was eerie, almost like déjà vu.

"So, Ms. Brown, Mr. Potter gave you nothing but praise when I spoke with him yesterday. I can certainly see why," Hermione said, her eyes burning a hole into Lavender's cleavage. "He said he put you through some intense job, and you were quite eager to please and performed quite satisfactorily."

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I strive to do whatever I can to make my boss happy."

"Or so I am told. And please, call me Hermione."

"Okay, Hermione," Lavender said as she swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what she and Harry did yesterday, and it certainly seemed like she wanted some of that action. Deciding to go for it, she leaned in slightly, her gaze locked on Hermione's.

"So, Hermione," Lavender said as she rose from her chair and walked around to Hermione's side of the desk. She sat on the edge, just a few feet from her. Hermione turned her chair to look at her. Lavender made a show of crossing her legs. "Tell me, how could I work hard to make you happy?"

It was Hermione's turn to swallow a lump in her throat. Her eyes were once again drawn to Lavender's chest, this time intentionally, as Lavender bent over to give her a nice view of what was under her white silk shirt. While Hermione sat there momentarily stunned, Lavender took the time to check out her soon-to-be boss.

At 31, Hermione Granger was a far cry from the Gryffindor know-it-all she had been in her third year. Gone were the wild curls and bookish demeanor, replaced by sleek chestnut waves and a confident, commanding persona. While her intelligence and stubborn determination remained, her matured elegance and charm added a captivating layer to her persona, making her an undeniable enchantress.

"No wonder she became the youngest Headmistress of Hogwarts," Lavender mused to herself, her thoughts lingering on Hermione's figure.

Her breasts were much bigger than Lavender's, and from what Lavender could see, Hermione was wearing a skirt, which accentuated her toned, tanned, and smooth legs. They were not quite as good as Lavender's own, but she wouldn't mind them wrapped around her head.

"Well, uh, Ms. Brown, I'm not sure what you mean."

Lavender leaned forward, just as she had with Harry, and whispered into Hermione's ear, "I think you know what I mean." She nibbled on Hermione's earlobe, causing the object of her seduction to moan ever so softly.

You withdrew from her and looked her in the eye. You could see the battle of wills being waged inside her. Passion was fighting professionalism and apprehension. The silence and sexual tension were palpable.

"Hermione, are you there?"

"Bugger it!" She exclaimed as she reached out and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in close and recklessly forcing your mouths together. She shoved her tongue in your mouth without warning or permission. She wanted you, and she wanted you to know it. As her left hand held your head against hers, her right reached around and found your ass.

After a minute of rough making out, you finally broke the kiss, but just long enough to hike up your skirt so you could straddle Hermione. With one leg on each side of her, exposing your pantyless pussy, you dove back in and began making out with her again.

Her hands roamed your body as your tongues intertwined in a battle for limited space. She began to pull away and kiss your neck. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned your jacket. With a mighty yank, she ripped open your silk blouse. Good thing the buttons were cloth and tearable.

Like a mad woman, she yanked your bra over your tits and immediately began sucking on your left nipple. You shrugged off the top two layers of clothing and undid your bra, mainly for comfort. You cradled her head as she sucked from each of your breasts. She was an animal, and you were her prey.

After a good while of nipple play, she pushed you off her and onto the floor. She pounced once more while you were on your back. With your skirt already around your waist, she wasted little time diving between your legs and attacking your pussy.

She knew what she was doing. She was sucking on your clitoral area while working two fingers in and out of your pussy. Between the kissing and the nipple sucking, you were already on edge. After 30 seconds of her eating you, your hips began to rise from the dark blue carpet, and you had to muffle your screams as you came. She did not let up either. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through you. You lost count after three, but it easily could have been five or six.

Once she was done, or at least had her fill, she crawled up your body and kissed you with the same vigor she just had on your other set of lips. She broke the kiss after a few moments and said it was your turn. She hiked up her skirt to reveal a completely shaved pussy, also sans underwear. She firmly planted herself in your face.

"Show me how hard you're willing to work to make me happy."

You are no stranger to the female anatomy and how to use your tongue thanks to Parvati. That, combined with the absolute wettest vagina you have ever seen, made getting her off easy. No less than five seconds after she began grinding her pussy into your face, she exploded into your mouth. This bitch was a squirter.

She damn near fell over from the force of her own cum. You took pride in that. It was time to repay her for what she just did to you. You reached up and grabbed her surprisingly tight cheeks and pulled her groin into your mouth. What came next was a mixture of moans, profanity, thigh shaking, and begs to a higher power for more, then for less, then for more.

Nine orgasms later, as you generously estimated, She rolled off you. She was worn out after all that. Snuggling close, she took a breather while you remembered how good she tasted just like honey. Wonder what charm she used. The floor was soaked, just like your clothes. Someone knocking now would've been a real mess!

After a while, relaxed and happy, she saw the wet clothes. She smiled, and grabbed sweatpants from her bathroom, like she knew this might happen. She gave you some too, saying you could pretend you were going on the grounds to talk about quidditch later.

You never did make it to the quidditch pitch, though.

She began to change first. She got completely naked, which sparked something in you.

As she took off her final piece of drenched clothing, a black lace bra that barely contained her ample bosom, you came behind her. You wrapped your arms around her and caressed each breast.

You nibbled into her neck and tweaked each nipple. She softly moaned as she watched the two of you in the full-length mirror in her office bathroom.

She turned around and stared into your eyes. This time, as you two kissed, it was different, softer, more loving, and sweeter. You bent down and began to suck on her tits, which were way more than a handful. You would find out later that they were 38 DDs.

As you swapped from nipple to nipple, your hand slowly traced her body, down to her still-wet pussy. You slowly rubbed tiny circles over her clitoral area.

She reached out and mimicked the same action on you. You licked your way back up over her chest to her neck and found her lips again. You two kissed and moaned into each other's mouths as you both neared another orgasm. In unison, you both came, moaning at each other. While this time the orgasms were not as earth-shattering, they were equally satisfying.

You both supported one another as you came down from the endorphin-fueled high. With nothing exchanged between the two of you other than some giggles and sideways glances, you two got dressed. You followed her out of the office.

"Winky, cancel my appointments until lunch. I am going to go to the quidditch pitch."

"Yes, Missy Granger."

As we walked to the elevators, I turned to see Harry standing in the doorway of his office.

I gave him a wink. He eyed me as he knew what just happened. He smiled and gave me a thumbs-up.

Hogwarts sure is the most pleasurable place to work.

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