My Works in the Multiverse (SIAU)

Dobby had barely disappeared, and Hermione was already attacking me with her lips against mine.

Her hands were busy freeing my body from the restraints called clothes, while I did the same with hers.

Our relationship was at a stage of groping and caressing, with me already having an excellent knowledge of her body, even though we always kept our clothes on as an obstacle and reminder not to go too far.

But today was different.

We threw ourselves on the bed, wearing only our underwear, while we fought like two desperate people.

It was a bit messy, and her left hand held my member firmly, even over my underwear. My right hand was beyond that, with my fingers fingering and stimulating her vagina, which was soaking with each movement.

Her moans as we kissed were the perfect stimulus that I was doing everything right.

She separated her lips from mine, going down and kissing my neck, while positioning her body in the perfect way so that my fingers would not lose contact with her vagina. Her left hand had already freed me from my underwear, leaving my member free in her hand.

Knowing that she would not stop her path, I used my left hand, holding my wand while I made her body spin and float, putting her legs around my head, allowing me to look at her pretty pink lips, while my fingers stimulated her even more.

Speaking of lips, hers reach my glans, and her kisses make me feel a stimulating pulse, which was driving me crazy.

Without wasting time, I tear her panties and devour her vagina, sucking her juice, licking her vaginal lips, sucking her clitoris.

Stimulated, her mouth opens and embraces my glans, sucking and licking it enthusiastically, as if it were an ice cream of her favorite flavor.

Hermione's body stiffens, softens and trembles. Her pleasurable moan is followed by more juices that I accept with all pleasure in my mouth. But I don't stop, prolonging her sensation for as long as possible.

She holds my member with her hands, while she fits it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her movements start to get more and more intense.

A few minutes later, and once again, she stiffens, trembles and softens, with a little more juice coming to my mouth.

Without strength, she falls to the side, panting heavily. Still with my wand in my left hand, I once again float her body, and place her lying down with her head on my chest.

Looking at her face, I saw satisfaction and pleasure, but in her eyes, there was something more.

"Did I do something wrong, Hermione?" I ask, unsure.

"No, Harry, you were perfect." she says between deep breaths. "But I couldn't make you cum. Even though I tried really hard, I couldn't." Her voice takes on a tearful tone, and she hugs me tightly. "I'm sorry..."

I hold her in my arms much tighter.

"Hermione, calm down, relax. I knew it would be like this..." I say, and realize that I may have said the wrong thing.

"Explain!" There it was. She stands up, sitting on top of me. Her hands on my chest, and my member being pressed by her vaginal lips. But her look, was not that of an excited Hermione, but of a Hermione who wants to know something, that look.

"It's just a theory of mine, but without having new information or options, I tend to believe it." I begin to explain. "You know, with everything I've been through, from growing up with my uncles, my time at school, and what's been happening to me at this school.

This leads me to believe that I may have acquired a higher resistance, which I call a blessing, but it can also be a curse. As you can see, it takes me more time than a boy like me would normally have to reach the end.

It's not your fault, so get it out of your head. I can only blame, and thank in a way, everything that has happened in my life." I pull her towards me, kissing her lips.

She pushes me away, looking at me again.

"So, every time I come, you know, massaging your member, you never, not once, come to, ...., cum?" She had a strong blush. Her eyes were clearly full of concern.

"No, and that's why I have this theory so well formed in my mind." I answer embarrassed.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry..." she lets herself fall on my chest, with tears already starting to wet me.

Not wanting to leave the girl like this, I pull her to me.

"I already told you, it's not your fault, Hermione. I dare say, it's not my fault either." I hug her tighter. "It just makes me think, that maybe, because I need much more time than normal, I might end up hurting you, and I don't want that, Hermione, ever."

She raises her head, looking at me confused.

*SIGH*

"Hermione, one day we'll go to the next stage, and God knows how much I want to do this with you, but at the same time, I worry about it, and about you. You know, no woman stays lubricated, I read that, for that long when having sex.

That, depending on how we are, can make me hurt you, and no man, no matter who he is, wants to hurt his partner. We may be stupid, but hurting during sex is the last and, if possible, the only thing we don't want to give our partners.

At least, I believe that, and it would be unpleasant and uncomfortable, for me, but even more so for you. Because if I hurt her, it will prevent her from doing it with me again, and as the non-magical saying goes, he who does not provide assistance, opens up for competition." I joke, making the girl laugh a little.

"Okay Harry, I'll look for ways to help you with that." she says, kissing me again.

"Can you, um, you know, keep your mouth on me? It was amazing, Hermione," I say without meaning to, catching the girl by surprise. She then laughs, and stands up on the bed. After getting down, she motions for me to sit on the edge, where she kneels and starts sucking me again.

As I feel that, I can't help but whisper...

"God, she's perfect..." and then Hermione adds more intensity, making me relax like never before.