January 2026's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Emma Granger - Handing Out Relief (Patreon)

In one second, Harry’s world was torn apart. The Forest of Dean had been their safe haven away from the Death Eaters who controlled Britain, but all it took was one stupid mistake of deciding to go shopping in town for the Death Eaters to follow them back to their camp. Before they could hide behind Hermione’s wards, they’d been forced into a fight for their lives.

Harry was no stranger to duelling, but he’d never been outnumbered the way he was that day. It was only him and Hermione against fifteen Death Eaters, and though he tried his best to protect himself and Hermione, all it took was a single spell to slip through his defences for all of the bones in his arms to be shattered.

He remembered seeing white fragments shooting out of his arms, only distantly realising moments later than it was fragments of his bones exploding outward. There was no pain at first, but Hermione screamed like a banshee when she saw what’d happened. She managed to grab him and apparate the two of them away before anything else could happen.

Then, everything felt like a blur.

Faintly, he remembered hearing a door shatter inward as Hermione half-carried half-dragged him into a cottage. Salt air filled his nostrils as a breeze rolled in from the ocean, and then he collapsed on the ground as blood pooled around him.

Death had finally come for him, but it was staved off at the brink by Hermione’s quick thinking. She later told him that she hadn’t even cast a spell; whatever magic she’d done to stop his bleeding had been purely accidental magic. But that wasn’t enough to fix all of his ails.

As the morning sunlight broke through his window, Harry awkwardly squirmed to sit up in bed. His arms hung lifelessly at his side, looking strangely flat and deflated without bones inside of them. Even his hands were completely useless now since Hermione had to vanish the bones out of them too. But while his arms were limp, there was one part of his body that wasn’t.

Harry was thankful for the duvet on top of him, otherwise anyone coming inside would see his painful erection through his thin pyjama bottoms. Not being able to relieve himself was one of the worst parts of missing any bones in his arms and hands. He could easily handle a few days without masturbating, and even after the first week he hadn’t been in much discomfort, but as he neared his fourth week without bones, he was starting to lose control. He woke up every morning with an erection like this, and he had no way of dealing with it. And at eighteen years old, he desperately needed a way to deal with it.

There was a gentle knock at his door.

“Come in,” he called out, his voice scratchy. He tried to force down any erotic thoughts from his mind to try to get his erection to settle down.

Hermione stepped in with deep bags under her eyes and her hair an absolute mess. Still, her smile lit up the room. She put on a brave face for his sake, even though she didn’t have to.

“Sleep well?” She asked as she placed a glass of water at his bedside table.

“Well enough,” Harry answered as he rolled onto his side and captured the straw sticking out of the cup with his lips. He drank greedily from the cup before sighing and rolling onto his back again. Even though he could get up and walk around, without the use of his arms and hands, it was nearly impossible for him to do simple things anymore. It was terribly frustrating, but he knew that Hermione was doing everything in her power to help him. “Are you heading out again today?”

“Mm hmm,” Hermione hummed as she sat down on his bedside. “I heard some farmers complaining at a market up in Morecambe about their crops looking all chewed up without a clue how it happened. Could be that some Chinese Chomping Cabbages are running loose over there. I figured I’d go take a look and see if I can find any.”

“How many would you need for the Skele-Gro?” Harry asked.

“Half a head of a fully grown one,” she replied. “I’ll try to grab as much as I can though. I want enough to make a second batch if the first doesn’t go just right.”

“Any luck on the scarab beetles or the Fanged Geranium?” All of this talk about normal things was doing wonders to help calm his body down. He felt his erection finally subsiding, thankfully.

“No,” Hermione shrugged with a small smile. “We’ll find them eventually. If it wasn’t for the bloody Death Eaters constantly watching over shops in every magical settlement here in Britain, then we’d already be back on the horcrux hunt. I’m still hoping I can run into a witch or wizard’s farm out in the countryside who might have a stock of potion supplies I could trade for.”

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek nervously. “I know that your last trip into Diagon Alley didn’t go well, but you might have a better chance sneaking into a shop in Hogsmeade with my Invisibility Cloak.”

“Maybe,” Hermione replied noncommittally, looking away from him. Subconsciously, her hand drifted over her arm right where a bright white scar stretched out.

“Hey,” Harry said, forcing her attention back to him. “Forget it. You just keep looking in the countryside. These things are bound to turn up sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah,” Hermione smiled brightly. “They will. Are you still sure that you’re fine being alone here with my mum?”

“She’s been nothing but lovely to me,” Harry answered honestly. “It’s fine.”

“Good,” Hermione let out a breath she’d been holding. “I know that she can be a bit overbearing at times. Just let me know if it ever becomes a problem for you.”

“I will,” Harry promised her.

Hermione stood up and drew her wand from her pocket. “I should be heading out now. I’ll be back by supper, alright?”

“Stay safe and good luck,” Harry told her.

“Always,” she replied. “Now, lay back and let me apply these charms.”

Talking with Hermione in the morning was always enough of a distraction that he never really felt his discomfort begin to take effect. You see, even with magic stabilising him, people weren’t meant to live without bones in their arms. His body would groan and protest, and he’d be left with a sensation that he could only equate to the uncomfortableness of a deep hunger emanating through his arms and hands. Eventually, it would turn into worse and worse pain until he couldn’t take it. Hermione had to keep him asleep for most of the first couple of days until she’d managed to find the right mix of spells to use to alleviate his discomfort.

Tingling sensations ran up and down his arms as Hermione cast four different charms on him. Each one layered on top of the other, altering how each of the previous ones felt upon his body. Once she finished up with all of them, Harry was left with a warm hum on his arms that he knew would eventually settle into a numbing chill. Thankfully, he had a couple of extra blankets on his bed to help deal with that.

“Thanks,” Harry smiled at her.

“No problem,” she smiled back. “See you later.”

Hermione left the door slightly ajar when she left, which gave Harry all the motivation he needed to get up for the day. He didn’t like staying cooped up in his bedroom for very long.

So, he swung his legs out from under the duvet and got onto his feet before following Hermione’s path out. He used his foot to swing the door open wider and made his way down the corridor to the bathroom. He sat down to do his business, thankful that Hermione had found an enchantment for the toilet paper so that he wasn’t forced to rely on anyone else to help him with that bodily function. When he finished, he went back out down the hall and into the main room of this seaside cottage.

A large living room dominated the majority of the western side of the house. A couple of sofas and armchairs surrounded a large television set that had a video player and dozens of tapes to watch films with. There was a half wall separating the living room from the kitchen, which was where Hermione’s mum was cooking up some breakfast.

“Harry!” Emma exclaimed, turning away with a pan of sizzling bacon in hand. Even in her mid forties, Emma looked so full of joy and life that it seemed impossible to imagine her as not having a full life of adventures waiting in front of her. Like Hermione, she had brown hair, but Emma’s was much more manageable in these loose curls that she carefully maintained. The smile on her lips stretched to her brilliant blue eyes as she twisted back around to put the pan back on the stove. “How are you feeling today?”

“A bit better than yesterday,” he said as he trudged into the room, cringing as his lifeless arm accidentally smacked into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

“Let me help you with that,” Emma said as she rushed over.

“You really don’t have to,” Harry tried to say, but she was already there.

As Emma leaned forward to pull the chair out for him, Harry guiltily glanced down the front of her top. It was a loose-flowing t-shirt that had a neckline wide enough to show off a modest amount of cleavage, but when she leaned forward, Harry could see her surprisingly-perky breasts in their entirety. This wasn’t the only shirt she had like this, and she always seemed to be ignorant of how much she accidentally showed off to him. Maybe that was just the effect of having raised Hermione as a single mum all her life without any men around the house.

Harry quickly averted his gaze as Emma stood back up to her full height. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes,” she told him. “Do you want to eat in the living room again? I can put something on for us while we eat.”

“Sure,” he replied as he sat down at the kitchen table.

Emma went right back to cooking. Along with the bacon, she had eggs, toast, fried tomatoes, and a couple of pork sausages that Hermione had picked up from the market. As she worked, she hummed a few songs, swaying her hips back and forth. Once again, Harry was stuck admiring her body.

Emma’s figure was incredibly gorgeous. Her wide hips and an ass that was both plump and yet so tight in those jeans she had on drew Harry’s focus immediately. Other than Hermione, he’d been starved of not having any other women around, and Emma was so innocent in her movements that she didn’t realise the effect she was having on him.

When his cock began to stir, Harry forced himself to look away and bite down on his cheek. He didn’t dare look back at her until she cheerfully declared that breakfast was ready.

They made their way over to one of the larger sofas, which had a small table in front of it. Emma put two plates of food down on it before she rushed over to the television and started rifling through various tapes. Hermione had purchased this massive haul of them from a shop that was going out of business, so there was an eclectic collection of films available to them. Harry wasn’t really familiar with any of them, and after he and Emma had watched all the ones that she knew, she’d started plucking out new ones at random.

“This one seems like it could be entertaining,” she said, holding up the case. There was an image of a woman in a nun’s outfit on the front with several medieval knights standing in the background.

She set the film up to start playing and darted back over to the sofa, sitting down right next to Harry. She left her plate untouched as she picked his up and speared a rasher of bacon onto it.

“Open wide,” she teased him.

Harry rolled his eyes but did as she commanded regardless. This was perhaps the most humiliating part of his day. Hermione could at least enchant cutlery to feed Harry as he wanted it, but without her here, then the cutlery could occasionally go awry and try to stuff his mouth with more food before he’d even finished chewing. Emma was nice enough about it, other than some light teasing.

“You can take time to eat your own food too,” he told her.

“I snuck a few nibbles in as I cooked,” Emma replied as she fed him again. “Besides, you need the energy to help your body recover.”

“There won’t be any recovery until I get some Skele-Gro in me, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

By the time he finished eating and Emma started on her meal, the film had been running for a few minutes. From what little he paid attention to it, it seemed that two warring factions of knights were battling for the love of this noble woman whose family forced her to become a nun to end the conflict. However, that didn’t stop the leaders of each knightly faction from vying for her affections.

Romances weren’t exactly Harry’s favourite type of film, but Emma liked them well enough, so he’d suffered through quite a few of them. He nearly snorted when he predicted how the dark-haired knight would sneak into the convent at night to meet with the nun and try to convince her to run away with him. What he didn’t predict was that the nun asked him to spend the night with her.

Suddenly, the two of them started snogging as the camera twisted around them. By the time it got back to its starting position, the knight was tearing at the nun’s robes.

“They’re certainly getting into the scene,” Emma commented in between bites of food.

“Yeah, they really—” Harry’s voice turned into a surprised croak as the nun’s robes split open down the front and her breasts spilt out. They were large with fat pink areolas that the knight promptly took into his mouth.

This wasn’t the first time that they’d watched a film that had some nudity in it, but this was the first that had it so explicitly done. Normally, it was a brief shot of a topless woman, not whatever this was.

Still, neither Harry nor Emma moved to turn it off as they both expected the scene to fade to black as it usually did. But as the seconds ticked on and the nun and knight moved to the bed, they both realised that this was a different type of film than they were used to.

“Maybe I should…” Emma said as she put her plate of food back down on the table.

Just as she stood up, the knight suddenly pulled out his cock and penetrated the nun. The two of them let out erotic moans of pleasure as he settled himself deep inside of her body.

Blushing, Emma turned away from the television, only for her eyes to widen when she saw Harry.

Honestly, he’d forgotten about the fact that he was still in his pyjama bottoms. They did little to hide the fact that his own cock was stirring to life, and without being able to use his arms to grab a blanket to cover himself up with, all he could do was try to shift around to hide his growing erection without making it obvious. Clearly, he hadn’t done a very good job.

“Sorry, I, err,” he muttered awkwardly.

“No, don’t be,” Emma said over the continuing moans in the background. She glanced back at the television and bit her lower lip in thought just like Hermione did before she suddenly came to a decision.

Rushing back to the sofa, Emma dropped down next to Harry and stared at him seriously. “You haven’t been able to… relieve yourself since your accident, have you?”

“I… no,” Harry answered awkwardly, his own face lighting up red.

She leaned in a bit closer to him. “It’s been weeks,” she murmured thoughtfully. “I had thought that you and Hermione might be a couple or—”

“We’re not,” Harry said quickly before she could start imagining scenarios. “We’re best friends, but we’ve never had feelings for each other like that.”

“I guess that makes this easier then,” Emma said quietly to herself. She looked utterly sincere as she said her next few words. “Would you like me to help?”

If it wasn’t for the fact that he already had a raging erection, Harry was sure that he’d have just spewed up words awkwardly because he didn’t know how to handle the situation. Instead, as Emma placed a hand on his thigh, his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

Emma giggled at that. “Eager are we? We can leave the film on and you can watch it while I relieve you.”

“But what about Hermione?” Harry finally blurted out. “If she found out that you did this for me…”

“Let me handle Hermione,” Emma assured him. “We can keep this our little secret for now. And if she ever does find out, she’ll know that we were doing this for medical necessity. It’s not good for any man to go weeks without ejaculating.”

Harry shook his head to try to help him think straight. Honestly, what did he have to lose here? His body was aching for release and here Emma was offering it. He’d been fantasising about her for days now, and he didn’t know how much longer he could go on without losing his mind.

“Alright,” he finally said. “I’d really appreciate it.”

“Then just lay back and relax,” Emma said. She looked back at the television and Harry followed her gaze. The nun was now on her hands and knees while the knight was pounding into her from behind.

Harry did as she said and leaned back, giving Emma the chance to tug down his pyjama bottoms until his cock finally sprung free of the confines of the material. He knew he was a decent bit bigger than average, but after weeks of not cumming, he seemed even larger than usual.

Almost instantly, Emma reached out and grabbed his shaft with one of her hands. Harry couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his lips, and she smiled warmly at him.

“Just focus on the film,” she said as she started moving her hand.

Harry tried to, but it was impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure he was finally receiving after waiting for so long. Emma seemed completely focused on his cock, learning how to work her hand up and down his long shaft. At first, she focused on his bulbous head, letting her finger gently stroke his most sensitive spots while the base of her palm rubbed his shaft, but she eventually worked her way down to stroking the main part of the shaft itself. Her hand was so soft and small wrapped around his cock, and Harry just kept moaning as she worked him.

“Two hands might be better,” Emma said after a minute. She shifted onto her knees and grabbed onto his cock with her other hand. “You’re a bit larger than normal.”

A rush of pride ran through Harry, but the sensation was again overridden by the sheer ecstasy of Emma stroking his cock. Her grip became more firm as she got used to him, and she worked all the way from the base of his cock up to the head with ease. Harry bucked up into her hands, making her giggle quietly.

“Sorry,” he groaned.

“Don’t apologise,” Emma replied.

“It just feels so good,” Harry added.

Something crossed her face then. It was like a look of excitement and embarrassment and lust all wrapped up into one. Her cheeks turned a little pink, and she pumped her fists up and down faster for a few seconds.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” she said.

The woman on the film screamed in delight as the knight hoisted her up into the air and pinned her back against a cobblestone wall. Harry thought that it was bound to be rough and cold against her skin, but she seemed to love it as he pounded into her. His pulse was racing as he watched her face express so much pleasure, and his cock seemed to throb in time with the knight’s thrusts.

Emma seemed just as enraptured with the sight on the telly as he was in that moment. She was rubbing her thighs together while leaning forward to get a better angle to give Harry’s cock some long, deep strokes. And once again, Harry got another glimpse of her beautiful breasts down the front of her top. They were even better than the woman’s in the film.

“How’s the film?” Emma asked him jokingly when she caught him staring at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted out.

Emma laughed and teased the tip of his cock. “You don’t need to flatter me. I’m already helping you out.”

“I’m serious,” Harry insisted. “Even if you weren’t doing this, I’d still be thinking it.”

“I’m old,” she brushed him off.

“And more fit than even her,” he gestured at the nun on screen. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-three at the oldest, and while she was a delicious feast for the eyes, Harry didn’t think that she had anything on Emma.

“You’re sweet,” she told him, glancing back down at his cock. “I know that you’ll make a woman quite happy with this one day.”

He could make her happy with it. But perhaps that was an idea best left for another day. For now, he just wanted to get this relief.

As the moans from the television grew louder, Harry could feel his orgasm getting closer too. He was sure that Emma could feel it because she was pumping his cock faster and only giving him brief moments of reprieve where she’d move agonisingly slowly until the slight shift of his hips would give her the hint to pick it back up. And through it all, her warm hands only felt better and better around him.

The nun on the screen was suddenly dropped on the floor as the knight pulled away from her, and she quickly fell onto her hands and knees in front of the knight, sucking his cock like her life depended on it. Unlike the fucking before, the camera was close up on her face, and Harry was blown away by how perfect her lips wrapped around the other actor’s shaft.

“You seem to really like what she’s doing,” Emma noted as she grinned at him.

“It looks really nice,” Harry groaned. He could just imagine the warm, wet mouth of that nun wrapped around his cock.

In an instant, Emma made a decision. Without releasing his cock, she slid off of the sofa and ended up in between Harry’s thighs. Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement at his stunned look as she opened her mouth.

“Just a special little treat,” she winked at him. “You deserve it after all that you’ve been through.”

Harry practically howled as Emma’s lips dragged down his shaft and her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. The real thing felt even better than he’d imagined, and he was so worked up that he couldn’t really control himself. She couldn’t get all the way down his shaft, but he didn’t care. What she was doing right now was fucking incredible.

When her lips reached halfway down his shaft, she gagged slightly and started to pull back. As she did so, her two hands stroked his cock, keeping the pleasure train rolling. She was sucking hard on his cock while her tongue danced all around the tip of his cock, trying to get him to cum.

It was working.

In a matter of seconds, Harry lost complete control over himself. He cried out in ecstasy and leaned forward as he started to cum in Emma’s mouth. She eagerly captured every last drop that shot out into her, even going so far as to hollow out her cheeks to help suck out more of his cum. Harry wished that he could say that he’d been able to admire her face at that moment, but the truth was that his vision nearly went completely black. The shock of pleasure left his mind reeling and every feeling like he was in the most pleasant dream of his life.

The scene in the film came to an end, and so did Harry’s orgasm. Emma swallowed down every bit of cum in her mouth as Harry was left in an utter daze from how good it’d felt to finally get some relief. She helped him get his pyjama bottoms back on and then took the film out and put on something far less erotic.

They didn’t talk about what happened. The rest of the day carried on as normal with Emma preparing them a simple lunch and then working on supper later in the day. Harry watched more films, spent a little time walking around the isolated property they had, and rested in bed for a while until the evening came.

When they all sat around the dinner table, Harry felt a little nervous that Hermione would somehow know what had gone on between him and her mother. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice any of his odd behaviour as she was more focused on how unlucky she was to have not found any of the potion ingredients that she was looking for.

“That’s okay, sweetie. I know that this potion will help put things right, but in the meantime, I tried a new trick with Harry to help him relax and keep his arms from bothering him too much,” Emma told Hermione innocently over supper. It was nearly enough to make spit out his food. “He seemed to respond really well to it.”

“That’s great!” Hermione exclaimed. “What is it that you’re doing?”

“Nothing much, just some repetitive motions to help stimulate blood flow,” Emma replied. “I think we’ll try it again tomorrow.”