It goes without saying that Hermione quickly notices the attention that Harry is giving her feet, after all she’s spent the whole day on them walking to and from far too many classes, and spending a fair amount of time standing i during a number of them. Needless to say Harry’s hands feel heavenly to her overworked soles.
“Oh…” she moans softly… causing her friend to freeze as he finally comes to his senses.
“O-oh, sorry Hermione!” Harry stammers, while inwardly cursing his sudden bout of nerves.
“For what? A foot massage?” Hermione asks, a bemused expression on her face. “That felt good, I’ve spent all week on them, I’m not upset!”
“Well I-uh… I still should have asked first, sorry!” Harry apologizes again, though hearing that it felt good makes his heart flutter… maybe she would-
“Well, yeah, maybe… but you don’t have to stop! I could really use it! If you don’t mind that is!”
In his head Harry can hardly believe what he’s hearing as Hermione stretches her feet out to him and wiggles her toes. With a barely concealed grin Harry gently takes ahold of his friends soft, ivory soles and begins to massage them as asked, relishing their feeling in his hands. As he slowly kneeds the tightness from them he beings to loose himself in the pleasured wiggling of her toes as Hermione sighs and sinks into the couch. He could sit here for an eternity with the feet of a goddess in his hands, but then, as he rubs his thumb into a particularly tight spot in her right arch, a noise shakes him from his trance: a sort moan of pure pleasure.
Being 14 and having started puberty awhile ago, it’s no surprise that Harry already had a chubby from this… but that moan, it not only makes him freeze, but immediately, almost magically, Harry’s cock snaps to full mast, so hard it hurts as it throbs in his trousers and makes a very noticeable tent!
Harry tries to shift his “other wand” so his erection isn’t immediately noticeable, but it refuses to budge, feeling an extra inch longer than any he hadbefore!
“Harry? What’s wrong? Did I- Oh!”
Harry winces as he turns around looks back at his friend, her hands over her mouth, eyes locked on to his stubborn tent in his pants.
“Did- did my moan, cause that!?” She yelp.
Harry shrugs and grins sheepishly. “Well, that and uh… well…”
Hermione blinks. “Wait that night back at the Burrow, do you… do you have a thing for feet, Harry?”
“I… yeah… your feet.” Harry admits, hanging his head.
“Well, that’s normal I guess I mean we’ve both been going through puberty… and… well, it’s umm…” Hermione turns beet red in a blush as intense as his own, if the burning in his face was anything to go by. “I umm, like… I like yours too!” She squeaks before covering her face.
“Wait you do!?” Harry’s head snaps up as!
“Yeah… I noticed back when you were helping Ron de-gnome his Mother’s garden barefoot, you both have wonderful feet but, well Ron is… well, Ron.” She sighs and shakes her head, while Harry can’t help but have a chuckle at his other friend’s expense.
“Yeah… well do you mind if I continue then?” Harry asks with a suggestive grin.
“No… but I think…” Hermione peers over the back of the couch to make sure they are both truly alone. “I think have a better idea, I know you and Ron don’t have as many classes as I do… but if you’re giving me a foot massage, well it’s only fair I return the favor.” She says, biting her lip.
Harry wastes no time shucking his shoes and socks, and getting up on the coach after Hermione scoots over to give him room. Harry threads his legs in between hers, and sucks in a breath when her soft hands take ahold of his own right sole and explore it.
“You really do like my feet? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” Harry asks as he takes her left and begins to massage it.
“Well, maybe not as much as you seem to like mine, but believe me I do, and I also have a bit of a thing for your hands too.”
“Really?” Harry asks, surprised at first. “Huh, I was wondering why you kept looking at the tables and drifting off.” says as he holds up his right hand and turns it about. “Doesn’t look all that special to me…” he mutters as he returns it to its much more important task of worshiping the toes In front of him.
“No… but maybe you aren’t seeing it the way I am, they are hands of a strong man, the hands that thwarted you-know-who twice- the last time having killed a basilisk and then Tom Riddle’s old diary with its fang. More than that they are the hands of a good man.”
“Well… not so sure about the man part yet…”
“After what you- what all three have been through? A hundred years ago we all would be considered adults already.”
Harry nods as switches to her other foot, after it pokes his hand. Harry sighs in contentment, this is better than even his wildest fantasies, he never would have guessed his best friend had a similar kink to his own (which was fair, given how much time she spent with her nose in a book!). On top of that, it felt so nice to have his own feet massaged… no one else had ever done him the favor, and now he was the one being pampered as well as the one doing the pampering, he wasn’t surprised he got a moan out of Hermonie, he was tempered to do so himself!
A short while later and both teens’ feet feel like butter in the other’s hands, all the abuse Hogwarts castle had heaped upon them soothed away by the other’s thumbs. It was at this point that Harry decided to cheekily disturb the peaceful silence.
“So, my feet and hands… any other parts of me you like, Hermione?”
“Ass.”
“What?!”
Hermione gives him an embarrassed grin. “No! Your butt, it’s nice too!”
“Oh… well uh…” Harry coughs, but then decides to say what’s on his mind anyways. “Just my butt? Not the neighbors next door?”
“Well, I haven’t exactly met them yet…” Hermione says, before looking around again… even the portraits seem to be empty, at some point their occupants had apparently left to give them some privacy. “I wouldn’t mind though…” she whispers as she pulls her foot out of Harry’s hand and lowers it to his groin.
Harry groans, at this point he’s certain the fact he’s a wizard has something to do with the hard on he’s sporting as an almost painful pressure builds in his groin and he swears he can feel it expand more, and not just the shaft either! His balls even feel heavier too, and seem to be dropping lower slowly...
He sucks in a sharp breath as her foot plays with his buttons and zipper, and Harry fumbles to undo them, revealing his taught boxers underneath. Hermione hooks her toes in his waist band and pulls it down, causing his rod to bend until it finally pops free of the fabric! Both teens gasp at the huge cock throbbing before them.
“Bloody hell, it’s never been so big before!” Harry yelps.
“It’s not?” Hermione asks with some concern… the penis’ skin looked a bit taught, with veins bulging underneath.
“No it’s… usually only half that size… and my bollocks feel bigger too… ah, shit they are bigger!” Harry says nervously as he feels them and pulls his pants down.
“That might be nothing to worry about Mr. Potter.” Says the image of one of Hogwart’s former nurses, Lady Burdock. She walks into the nearest painting carrying an old medical tome, and shakes her head when Harry covers himself.
“Let me see… ah there, you appear to have Infatius Enlargium, or “lover’s swelling” it’s magical condition that both witches and wizards can get that can either be passed down from parents or transmitted through partners- it’s causes the genitalia to temporarily enlarge in response to extreme arousal, the greater the arousal the larger the growth. Don’t worry about it, it’s mostly benign, at worst it causes soreness if you ignore your, ahem, “need” and it’s also fairly common, you’re not the first teenager I’ve seen with it, nor will you be the last.”
“Oh so it’s a good thing?” Harry asks.
“Most who have it would says so, the only downside are ignoring it usually results in soreness and it can be hard to hide it when you are aroused, though a simple displacement charm can help in hiding it, on the flip side though, it also results greater sensitivity and increased stamina, and is also temporarily contagious.”
“Temporarily?” Hermione asks.
“If you touch his penis, your vulva will feel the same effects, but you won’t actually contract it permanently unless you two spend a lot of time “Shaging” each other. Also, you should be aware regularly triggering it will cause the genitalia in question to slowly enlarge permanently. Now then have you fun you too, I won’t say anything, but that won’t help if you forget to scourgify the mess afterword. Oh and if I yell apples that mean someone is coming!” She says as she walks out of frame.
Harry and Hermione share a look and then laugh, both in the sheer absurdity of the situation and in relief.
Harry sighs and sits back down on the couch. “Oh, that was scary, I umm… I was honestly kind of afraid that it might explode.”
“It still can, through eruption would be a better word, your condition also causes greater semen production in men!” The old nurse yells out of frame.
“Ah… thanks?”
Harry turns back to Hermione and sees her biting her lip in lust as she looks at his member. He bashfully rubs the back of his neck. “Well uh… I had no idea mine was special but… what do you think?”
“Well, I’ve never seen one outside of a book, so I don’t have much to compare it too, but if I see any other men naked I don’t think it’s going to be a fair comparison, for them that is.”
Despite its soreness from his newly discovered disorder, Harry can’t help but feel a sense of pride over his member. He presents himself to her. “Well, you let me have my way with your feet Hermione, it’s only fair I let you have yours then, isn’t it?”
Hermione grins before she:
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