"Now tell me, did you have a good time last...
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 25
by
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· original author:
wannnaone
Harry’s face turned crimson as Hermione leaned in, her grin sly and teasing. Her words hung in the air like a spell cast to ensnare him. He stammered, unable to form a coherent response.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he managed weakly, avoiding her gaze.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” Hermione said, her voice dripping with mischief. She perched herself on the edge of her bed, gazing down at him with a playful smirk. “I certainly enjoyed myself last night. It was… unforgettable. Having you and Ron both inside me like that, it was…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly, though her tone remained confident. “Well, let’s just say I’ll be thinking about it for a long time.”
Harry’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He felt like his brain was short-circuiting.
“And you,” Hermione continued, tilting her head as she studied him. “Could you feel him through me? The way everything… moved?”
“Hermione!” Harry finally burst out, his voice cracking with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. “How can you even ask that? This whole situation is insane! You—you can’t just—”
“Relax, Harry,” she interrupted, her tone turning soothing, though the amusement never left her eyes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s natural to feel a certain… connection during something so intimate.”
“A connection?” Harry spluttered. “You shoved me in there without asking! That’s not exactly… consensual!”
Hermione raised an eyebrow, her expression softening slightly. “Oh, Harry. Don’t think of it that way. Everything I’ve done has been for your benefit. To keep you safe, to… explore new possibilities.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And don’t pretend there wasn’t a part of you that enjoyed it.”
Harry swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as he looked away. He hated that she could read him so well, that she could pinpoint the confusing mix of emotions he was grappling with—frustration, embarrassment, and, annoyingly, the faintest spark of something else.
Hermione's gaze bore into him, her expression a mixture of expectant curiosity and undeniable satisfaction. He could feel his resolve crumbling under her knowing smile. There was no point in pretending anymore, not when she saw through him so completely.
“I…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked away, his face flushed with a deep shade of crimson. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Hermione, but… I think you’re right. About everything.”
Hermione’s lips curled into a triumphant smile. She leaned closer, her fingers brushing lightly against his tiny form as if coaxing the words from him.
“Go on, Harry,” she murmured, her tone both gentle and commanding. “Say it. Let it out.”
“I liked it,” he admitted at last, his voice trembling. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but the truth spilled out before he could stop himself. “I liked… everything. Being so close to you, feeling connected in a way I never imagined. It was… exciting.”
Hermione’s eyes lit up, her smile widening as she straightened up, clearly pleased with his confession. “I knew you’d come around, Harry,” she said warmly, though there was a definite edge of smugness in her tone. “You just needed a little push to realize your potential.”
Harry looked up at her, still grappling with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said quietly, his vulnerability evident in his voice. “But… I trust you, Hermione. I don’t know why, but I do.”
Hermione’s smile softened as she gently cupped him in her hands, holding him close to her face. “That’s all I needed to hear,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You’re well on your way, Harry. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”
He swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension at her words. Hermione’s confidence was magnetic, and he couldn’t deny the comfort he felt in surrendering to her control. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t have to make the decisions—he didn’t have to bear the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders.
“Now,” Hermione said, her tone turning playful as she cradled him closer. “We have so much more to explore, don’t we? You’re going to be my perfect little boy-toy, Harry. And I promise, you’re going to love every moment of it.”
Harry’s heart raced as he met her gaze, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through him. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain—Hermione wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he managed weakly, avoiding her gaze.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” Hermione said, her voice dripping with mischief. She perched herself on the edge of her bed, gazing down at him with a playful smirk. “I certainly enjoyed myself last night. It was… unforgettable. Having you and Ron both inside me like that, it was…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly, though her tone remained confident. “Well, let’s just say I’ll be thinking about it for a long time.”
Harry’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He felt like his brain was short-circuiting.
“And you,” Hermione continued, tilting her head as she studied him. “Could you feel him through me? The way everything… moved?”
“Hermione!” Harry finally burst out, his voice cracking with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. “How can you even ask that? This whole situation is insane! You—you can’t just—”
“Relax, Harry,” she interrupted, her tone turning soothing, though the amusement never left her eyes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s natural to feel a certain… connection during something so intimate.”
“A connection?” Harry spluttered. “You shoved me in there without asking! That’s not exactly… consensual!”
Hermione raised an eyebrow, her expression softening slightly. “Oh, Harry. Don’t think of it that way. Everything I’ve done has been for your benefit. To keep you safe, to… explore new possibilities.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And don’t pretend there wasn’t a part of you that enjoyed it.”
Harry swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as he looked away. He hated that she could read him so well, that she could pinpoint the confusing mix of emotions he was grappling with—frustration, embarrassment, and, annoyingly, the faintest spark of something else.
Hermione's gaze bore into him, her expression a mixture of expectant curiosity and undeniable satisfaction. He could feel his resolve crumbling under her knowing smile. There was no point in pretending anymore, not when she saw through him so completely.
“I…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked away, his face flushed with a deep shade of crimson. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Hermione, but… I think you’re right. About everything.”
Hermione’s lips curled into a triumphant smile. She leaned closer, her fingers brushing lightly against his tiny form as if coaxing the words from him.
“Go on, Harry,” she murmured, her tone both gentle and commanding. “Say it. Let it out.”
“I liked it,” he admitted at last, his voice trembling. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but the truth spilled out before he could stop himself. “I liked… everything. Being so close to you, feeling connected in a way I never imagined. It was… exciting.”
Hermione’s eyes lit up, her smile widening as she straightened up, clearly pleased with his confession. “I knew you’d come around, Harry,” she said warmly, though there was a definite edge of smugness in her tone. “You just needed a little push to realize your potential.”
Harry looked up at her, still grappling with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said quietly, his vulnerability evident in his voice. “But… I trust you, Hermione. I don’t know why, but I do.”
Hermione’s smile softened as she gently cupped him in her hands, holding him close to her face. “That’s all I needed to hear,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You’re well on your way, Harry. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”
He swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension at her words. Hermione’s confidence was magnetic, and he couldn’t deny the comfort he felt in surrendering to her control. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t have to make the decisions—he didn’t have to bear the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders.
“Now,” Hermione said, her tone turning playful as she cradled him closer. “We have so much more to explore, don’t we? You’re going to be my perfect little boy-toy, Harry. And I promise, you’re going to love every moment of it.”
Harry’s heart raced as he met her gaze, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through him. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain—Hermione wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.
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