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Second chance with Granger CH.2
🕑 Added 2025-09-25 13:40:33 +0000 UTCHermione's POV:
Later that night, as she lay in her new bedroom, hugging a pillow to her chest, Hermione's mind drifted back to everything that had happened after she arrived in Grimmauld Place. The old Black townhouse in London was completely unrecognisable from what she remembered from her memories. Harry had completely remodelled the centuries-old building, transforming it from a crumbling place into a beautiful modern home.
The grand foyer, which was usually lit with old-fashioned gas lamps and floating candles, was now lit with bright modern lights and an overhead chandelier. The crumbling walls were now covered with beautiful wallpaper, and large windows were installed to allow natural light to shine through the building. Hermione had to admit she liked the place much better now, without all those hideous things that the Black family had decorated their house with - like the stuffed troll-leg umbrella stand and the mounted house-elf heads. Those things had vanished and were now replaced with tasteful decor.
Upon her arrival at the house, Harry and Hermione were greeted by Kreacher, the old Black family House-elf. Hermione had to admit she was surprised to see him still working for Harry; the elf was positively ancient by now, even from elvish standards, yet he still looked as sharp as ever. The House elf had greeted her politely in his gruff voice and taken her stuff upstairs to the bedroom right next to Harry's. He had then prepared a wonderful dinner for the two of them, which she and Harry had used as an opportunity to catch up after all these years.
It still shocked Hermione to see that her best friend Harry had become an International Quidditch player after the war. She had always known that he loved flying at school, but never imagined he would make a career out of it. But surprisingly, he did. And unlike her husband, it was a very successful one. Captain of the England Quidditch team who led Britain to two World Cup victories, winner of the European Championship cup, MVP for six years running, her best friend had already achieved everything that was possible in his playing career, and he was still going strong.
Looking at Harry from across the table, Hermione couldn't help but wonder how things could go in completely different directions than one had ever thought possible. After the end of the war, she had feared that her friend would struggle with having a normal life, but he had completely defied her expectations. He had left Voldemort and the war in the past and swiftly moved on. Harry had flourished with this new chance at life that he had been given, doing what he wanted and loved.
Watching what Harry had made of his life, Hermione couldn't help but wish her husband were just like him. But by now, after all these years, she knew it was just wishful thinking. He and Ron were completely different people. Where Harry looked towards the future, her husband was still stuck reliving his past glories. Ron had no drive to accomplish something; he was happy to coast along in his life based on what he'd done in the past, and when that stopped working, he blamed everyone else for his misfortune.
A part of Hermione still had trouble believing she'd married such a person. She'd thought he had grown up from the way he used to be in school, but he was still a lazy, indolent boy who preferred to copy her homework rather than do the hard work on his own.
If all that wasn't enough, the sharp contrast between Hermione's two best friends wasn't just limited to their careers and professional lives. They were opposites in how they looked, too. Where Harry was smart and handsome, his body chiselled and filled with strong muscles, Ron had become fat and was balding. He had a large pot belly and fat cheeks, and he wasn't even thirty yet.
Years of drinking excessively and a poor diet had turned Hermione's husband into soft and flabby. Any sexual chemistry that they had between them died a swift death as Hermione stopped feeling any attraction to Ronald. It had been years since they last had any sex, as Ron had stopped asking her once he realised she wasn't into it.
In reality, their marriage had been over for a long time now. Their latest fight was just the last push she needed to completely end things.
As she turned on her side to make herself more comfortable, Hermione's mind went back to a moment earlier in the evening. When she'd grabbed Harry's hand for the apparition, Hermione had felt a shiver down her spine. His hand had felt so strong and manly in hers with its hard calluses and firm grip. Just for a second, it had felt so good to be held by someone strong and not have to worry about everything herself.
Hermione had missed having that feeling, not that she ever experienced that with Ron. He could barely take care of himself, forget about making her feel safe and secure. That was one of the main reasons why she'd never tried for a baby with him. Hermione knew he wasn't ready for such a responsibility, and she was right. Ron was still a toddler, all things considered. He had never matured into adulthood, unlike Harry, who was a very smart, rich and handsome man.
Just imagine having kids with Harry had made stars shine in Hermione's eyes. Her head had been in the clouds throughout the latter half of the dinner as she pictured what their kids would look like. How they would have his stunning green eyes and her curly brown hair. How they would all be smart like her, but talented in sports like him. Her mind had run wild with such things until her thoughts had turned to how fun it would be to make babies with Harry. How nice it would feel for her to have his muscular body wrapped around hers as he would thrust his cock inside of her. When she had that thought, Hermione had blushed furiously and quickly shook her head to dislodge it from her mind.
Hermione had thanked her lucky stars that Harry was focused on his meal and hadn't noticed the blush on her face. Otherwise, he would've surely asked her what was going on and why her face was so red. When she'd realised what she was doing and how easily she could be caught, Hermione quickly admonished herself for thinking such things. After all, she knew Harry only thought of her as a sister, and it was terrible of her to think about him in such a manner when he was helping her in difficult times.
In the end, Hermione tried to shake the thought away, but like a relentless bludger, it kept striking her mind over and over again.
After lying in bed for an hour, it became clear to Hermione that she was just too restless and wouldn't be able to go to sleep tonight. So, to relax, she decided to get out of bed and make herself some tea. Hermione was about to open the door and head downstairs to the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. Curious about who was visiting the place at such a late hour, she inched the door open and peeked outside.
Hermione's eyebrows climbed upwards in intrigue as she caught sight of a bare-chested Harry rushing out of his bedroom to answer the door. He was in such a hurry that he even forgot to pick up a t-shirt and left only in his pyjamas.
Curious, Hermione tiptoed out of her room and glanced downstairs over the wooden bannister, just in time to see Harry vanish into the hallway leading towards the front door. From her position, the brunette witch could barely make out a few scattered whispers as he opened the door and answered the person standing outside. However, from what she could make out, it was clear to Hermione that the late visitor was a woman.
Straining to hear more, Hermione leaned forward, but the conversation ended abruptly. The front door slammed shut, and the sound of footsteps echoed up the staircase from the hallway. Heart racing, she darted back into her bedroom and eased the door closed behind her. Pressing her back against the mahogany frame, Hermione caught the shuffle of two people coming up the staircase. Between their approaching footsteps, she could also hear a woman's occasional giggle—and the unmistakable sounds of two people kissing.
Breathless, Hermione heard Harry say in a low whisper as he and his guest stopped outside his bedroom door just right next to her. "Shh, we can't make too much noise, babe. I have a guest in the next room."
"Zat all depends on 'ow much you make me scream tonight, darling." In response, a sultry female voice replied before she giggled.
Hermione heard Harry chuckle, and then came the sound of his bedroom door opening and closing.
For the next few minutes, Hermione didn't move from her position. She stayed where she was, resting her back against the door as her heart raced inside her chest while she tried to collect her bearings. Once she finally felt better, it hit Hermione all of a sudden that at this very moment, her best friend Harry, the one with whom she had been fantasising about having babies earlier in the day, was right now with an unknown woman just next door to her.
"Holy fucking shit," swore Hermione under her breath before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. She slowly slid down onto the floor and let out a surprised giggle, realising she'd just cursed out loud, which she never did.
In fact, she was the person who usually admonished others for using swear words in front of her — mostly Ron — but this time she couldn't help herself. The entire situation was just so ridiculous that the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
As she stopped giggling after a few seconds, Hermione realised she couldn't hear what was going on in the next bedroom. Either the walls around here were very thick, or someone had put a silencing charm in the room.
Hermione thought the latter was more likely because Harry knew she was sleeping right next door, and he wouldn't want to disturb her. Usually, such thoughtfulness from a person would please Hermione very much, but currently, it didn't bring her much comfort as she wanted to know what her best friend and his unknown guest were doing at this moment.
The brunette witch knew what she was planning to do next was very naughty, but her curiosity was too much for her to stop right now.
So, her mind made up, Hermione raised her hand in the air and summoned her wand from the bedside table with a casual display of wandless magic. By now, her magical powers had become strong enough to perform such small feats easily.
Hermione then got to her feet. Facing the wall between her and Harry's bedroom, she raised the wand in the air and moved it in sharp circles twice before ending with a flourish.
"Transparita," said Hermione as she finished the spell. Slowly, the wall between her and Harry's bedroom became transparent, allowing her to see what was going on inside. Hermione had, however, made sure that it was only see-through from her side and that Harry couldn't look back at her from his bedroom.
As she looked into Harry's bedroom through the now one-way mirror, Hermione's eyes widened as she saw him passionately making out with his late-night visitor. Even with the woman's back turned to her, Hermione was pretty sure she knew her identity. After all, that shade of silvery blonde hair was a rarity in the wizarding world and only belonged to a couple of women that Hermione was aware of.
Hermione's suspicion was proven correct as the witch turned around, and she got a glimpse of her face.
Gabrielle Delacour was smiling a gorgeous smile as she kissed Harry. Her fingers were running through his soft black hair while he kept his arms wrapped around her thin, delicate waist. The two of them were lost in their own worlds as they slipped their tongues in each other's mouths, making out with such passion and enthusiasm that it made Hermione want to cover her eyes in embarrassment.
However, Hermione didn't do that. The voyeuristic nature of what she was doing at the moment excited her too much to take her eyes off the action for even a second.
Suddenly, Gabrielle let out a sharp gasp as Harry broke their kiss and turned her around. Now, with her back to him, he slid his hands to her breasts and began to play with them, squeezing them hard while nuzzling her neck.
"Oh, merde! Zat feels so good, 'Arry! Your fingers are so magnifique," Hermione heard Gabrielle moan loudly as Harry's fingers squeezed her large breasts over her thin white dress. "Yes, mon amour, keep doing zat," she said as she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck so that he could pepper it with kisses.
As Hermione kept watching, it was clear to her that Gabrielle wasn't wearing a bra underneath her clothes as her hard nipples were poking against the soft material of her dress. Through the one-way window, Hermione could also see the blonde grinding her ass against Harry, pushing herself against him and his hard erection. No doubt trying to tease him into speeding things up.
Well, it looked like Gabrielle got her wish as Harry pulled down the zipper of her dress, allowing it to slip down her shoulders before pooling around her feet.
As Gabrielle stood there in all her naked glory, Hermione had to admit the half-veela had grown up to become as beautiful as her older sister.
Fleur Delacour was the most beautiful woman Hermione had ever seen in her life. Well, Gabrielle was giving her big sister a real challenge for the top spot at the moment. Her nude body was like a work of art, created to invoke desire in other people, no matter their gender or sexual proclivity.
Tall and willowy, the younger Delacour sister had the body of a stunning swimsuit model. Her leggy figure was also well complemented by a pair of large breasts and a perfectly heart-shaped ass. Apart from that, Gabrielle was also blessed with beautiful ocean blue eyes and long silvery blonde hair that went down to just below her waist. Her skin was also a lovely shade of soft pink, giving her a healthy glow to her face and the rest of her body.
All in all, if Hermione were to give Gabrielle the best compliment that she could right now, it would be that in all her twenty-eight years of life, she had never felt attracted to the female sex, but right now, gazing across the see-through window at Gabrielle, she felt desire course through her body.
While Hermione was mesmerized by Gabrielle's stunning body, across the mirror in the next room, Harry had turned the half-veela around so that she was facing him once more and had captured one of her perfect pink nipples in his mouth. He played with her nipple with his tongue, swirling it around the hard nub and the areola before moving on to the next one.
Harry licked and sucked on Gabrielle's beautiful, round breasts until he had covered them with his spit. When they were fully shining with his saliva and he felt satisfied, he grabbed her around the waist and pushed her onto the bed so that she was lying on her hands and knees right on the edge of it.
Hermione watched in a sort of daze as Gabrielle giggled excitedly as she was pushed onto the bed in the doggy position. She wiggled her sexy bum in Harry's direction, throwing him a saucy look over her shoulder.
"Come on, 'Arry! Give it to me," the blonde moaned sexily, urging him to fuck her. "Fuck me with your large dick until I scream."
Hermione heard Harry growl in response. "Sexy minx," he said, slapping her on the ass. He then quickly undid the string of his pyjamas and took them off.
Immediately, Hermione found herself left speechless as Harry's cock sprang into view. It stood at attention, fully erect, at least ten inches long. Hermione's eyes went wide as saucers as she took in the girth of that thing. It was like the size of her bloody wrist!
Across the mirror, in the next room, Gabrielle was having a very similar reaction to Hermione. The blonde veela felt her heart speed up inside her chest as she caught a glimpse of Harry's cock over her shoulder. Her knees went weak all of a sudden as she realised what the rest of the night had in store for her.
"Merde, I can't believe I forgot how big zat thing eez," Gabrielle mumbled under her breath, her voice tinged with excitement at the prospect of being fucked by such a big cock.
Hermione saw as Harry shot Gabrielle a grin in response. He then grabbed his horse-sized cock in his right hand and began to stroke it slowly. As his hand moved up and down his shaft, he placed his other free hand on Gabrielle's ass and squeezed it.
He played with her lovely bum for a few seconds, enjoying the way it felt in his hand before stretching it a little to the side.
Harry's grin grew bigger as he got a good look at Gabrielle's tiny asshole and perfectly-shaved pink pussy. Her crinkled hole was almost winking at him, inviting him to fill it up with his large dick.
But Harry fought the temptation. The last time he had fucked Gabrielle, it was in her asshole. This time, it would be fun to make things a bit different. So, Harry's attention instead drifted downwards to her beautiful pink snatch, and he smirked as he noticed the wetness clinging to her lower lips.
"Gosh, you're already so wet for me," Hermione heard Harry say to Gabrielle as he slipped a finger between her legs and began to play with her dripping pussy.
He moved his finger up and down, teasing her pink folds for a few moments before bringing it up to his mouth. Even from across the room, Hermione could see that his long digit was covered with Gabrielle's wetness and glistening with her juices.
Harry closed his eyes and let out a low moan of pleasure as he sucked his finger in his mouth, tasting Gabrielle's arousal on his tongue. Her pussy juice was absolutely delicious to taste.
When he opened his eyes again, Harry's eyes were filled with hunger. It was clear there would be no more teasing or fooling around. It was time for him to fuck the blonde veela silly.
So, Harry quickly positioned himself so that he was standing exactly right behind Gabrielle. Her sexy bum was raised in the air, and she was wiggling it excitedly in anticipation.
"Oooh, give it to me, 'Arry!" she mewled sexily.
Harry chuckled. He then placed his left hand on Gabrielle's back, holding her steady in position while lining his cock up against her entrance.
Hermione watched breathless as the bulbous head of Harry's cock pressed against Gabrille's folds, parting them before slowly inching inside of her. It was the most beautiful sight Hermione had ever seen as Gabrielle's pink pussy lips stretched sexily while Harry's cock slid inside her body.
Once Harry was more than halfway inside her, he stopped and then gently began to pull his hips back, taking his dick out. He did that until only his tip remained inside Gabrielle's pussy before he began to slide back in again.
Gabrielle's eyes were rolled to the back of her head as Harry's girthy cock stretched her pussy to the absolute limit. Little squeaks of pleasure were coming out of her mouth as she felt Harry gently move back and forth inside her, fucking her nice and slowly for a minute before suddenly he picked up the pace of his thrusting, hitting her with long, steady strokes.
Harry growled, grabbing onto Gabrielle's hips with both of his hands as he pounded into her harder and harder. His cock hit her sweet spot over and over again until her body began to shudder uncontrollably. Soon, he could feel her pussy fluttering around his dick as she experienced her first orgasm of the night.
Harry chuckled. He pulled his cock out from inside Gabrielle for a second and used it to beat her pussy like a beater's bat. He then quickly stuffed it back in and began to fuck her again.
"'Arrrryyyyy!" screamed Gabrielle in ecstasy as Harry's cock immediately hit her G-spot. Her toes curled in response, and she threw her head back in pleasure, her loose hair flowing down her back.
Hermione watched as Harry grabbed Gabrielle's long silver tresses in his left fist and used them to pound her even harder. His right hand squeezed her supple ass, turning the pale skin a delightful shade of red in color. At the same time, Harry placed his right foot on the bed beside Gabrielle's knees to make his thrusts even more powerful.
Finally, Harry gave an almighty forceful thrust, pushing Gabrielle forward on the bed with his momentum until she was lying prone on her stomach. He lay right on top of her, his pelvis slamming against her hips at insane speeds as he thrust into her pussy with reckless abandon.
"Mmmnnnghhh!" Gabrielle was mewling and moaning loudly as Harry used her body for his pleasure. He fucked her into complete submission until the words coming out of her mouth became absolute gibberish. Gabrielle could only lie there and take it happily as Harry kept his hands wrapped around her upper body, holding her in place while he battered her cervix with his dick, thrusting into her pussy from above.
Finally, after relentlessly pounding Gabrielle's pussy, Harry couldn't go on any longer. He thrust powerfully one last time and spilled his seed inside the veela's fluttering pussy, his body shaking.
Gabrielle accepted Harry's load with pleasure. She hummed pleasantly and contracted her pussy muscles to make sure he dropped every single drop inside of her.
As Harry finished cumming, he gave a few slow thrusts into Gabrielle's pussy until his balls were fully empty. He then pushed her loose hair to the side and began kissing her on her back. He made his way down from the middle of her back until he was kissing the nape of her neck. Finally, he gently removed his cock from inside her quim.
Immediately, a large amount of cum spilled out of Gabrielle's pussy, down her legs despite her best efforts to keep it all inside. Harry chuckled as she let out a whine of displeasure at the loss.
Hermione was watching all of this happen with a stunned look on her face. She didn't even realise when it happened, but at some point in the last few minutes, she had slipped her hand between her legs and began playing with herself. Her fingers played with her sensitive clit as she sought some desperate release.
Finally, Hermione's body shuddered as the beautiful scene in front of her caused her to experience an orgasm. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and her knees also went weak from the pleasure coursing through her.
Blinking stars out of her eyes, Hermione, somehow, managed to stumble and make her way to her bed. Her body felt so relaxed at that moment, it felt like she was floating. It took everything she had not to fall asleep the moment she hit the bed. Instead, she made sure to use her wand to dispel the one-way mirror spell between her and Harry's room.
Once that was done, Hermione settled into the luxurious mattress on her bed, pulling a warm cover over her body. She smiled to herself as she remembered everything that had happened today. She was free from her useless husband, Ronald Weasley, and her job was also likely to be given back to her in the near future. However, the one thing that really made her excited was the fact that she would be spending the next few days with her best friend, Harry Potter.
Hermione wiggled in her bed in excitement at that thought. After living such a mundane life in the past few years, tonight was the most excitement she had experienced in a long time.
Hermione couldn't wait for what happened next. A part of her couldn't help but wish that before she moved to her own place, maybe Harry would give her a night just like he had given Gabrielle just now.
With this thought running through her head, Hermione drifted off to sleep, a big smile on her face.
