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Hermione had been very proud to have been chosen to be a Prefect starting her fifth year. She didn’t know exactly who the other Prefects were, not Harry or Ron, but she didn’t care. All of her hard work had paid off and it was finally recognized. She couldn’t have been more proud to tell her parents when the letter came. Ron had been quite disappointed to find out he hadn’t gotten it, mostly because of the pressure his family put him under. Harry did not care much either way. He had not wanted the extra work that year, though the title would have been nice.

‘I have to go. I’ll see you later.’ Hermione waved at her friends and left the train cabin to attend the first prefect meeting. She was excited to find out who the others were. She reached the cabin where the meeting would take place and quickly joined the rest. The other prefect from Gryffindor was Dean Thomas, which Hermione thought was right. He was a hardworking boy who took his education quite seriously. Hermione didn’t recognize the ones from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw but was very surprised at the choice for Slytherin. The one person who had made her Hogwarts experience very challenging stood before her. Draco Malfoy. She couldn’t help but glare at him, suspecting Snape must have had a hand in this.

The girl was Daphne Greengrass, whom she recognized only because her beauty stood out so prominently. She was most definitely the most popular girl in her House.

The meeting took a while and Hermione spend it listening and taking notes eagerly. She was surprised to see they all took it seriously, including the Slytherins. Not once did they make an inappropriate comment or insulted her heritage. Draco even sounded polite as he asked her to stay behind after the meeting.

‘I just want to talk to you since we’re going to be working together a lot this year.’ The rest of the cabin was empty, only the two of them were left. Hermione was hesitant but she really couldn’t say no when he was the one extending the olive branch.

‘Alright.’ She closed the door behind her but Draco immediately reached out and stopped her from doing so. ‘Oh no, that won’t be necessary.’ His lips turned up and formed a frightening, malicious grin. ‘Come on in, boys.’ Before Hermione could respond, a wand was pressed against her temple. ‘Imperio.’

‘Perfectly executed, Draco.’ Theo Nott walked into the cabin, followed by Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Adrian Pucey. Hermione couldn’t respond, she could barely comprehend what was happening. It was like her head had been invaded by a thick cloud, making it hard for her to think. All feelings of responsibility that she had felt so strongly only minutes before left her and were replaced by a tranquil sort of happiness. The boys stood in front of her, all of them with wicked smiles on their faces.

Draco was the one who took the lead. ‘Hermione.’ He said and she immediately looked at him, tilting her head up since he was much taller than she was. ‘Take off your clothes.’ He demanded and Hermione didn’t think twice to obey.

Her fingers deftly opened the buttons on her blouse one by one until it was opened fully and she slid out of it and let the fabric fall to the floor. Draco rolled his eyes. ‘Fold your clothes and put it on the seat. We’re not animals, Granger.’

Hermione picked the blouse up from the floor and put it neatly folded on the seat as she was told. ‘Resume your stripping.’ Draco said quickly, his eyes roaming all over her bare flesh.

Her skirt soon joined her blouse and then only her underwear and stockings were left. ‘Please let her keep the stockings on.’ Goyle pleaded with Draco. Draco looked her up and down and nodded.

‘Bra and panties off.’ Hermione unclasped her bra behind her back, pulled the cups down to reveal two perky breasts, and put it on the neat stack of clothes. Then her panties went down and she was left in only her stockings. Still, her mind was quite happy with everything that was happening.

The boys all looked at her naked body with lust-filled eyes. ‘She looks better than expected.’ Theo said, eyeing the girl critically. ‘I didn’t vouch for her without reason, Nott. I knew she was hiding a gorgeous little body underneath those baggy clothes.’ Draco grinned and reached out a hand to caress her soft breast.

Draco slid out of his robes and opened his pants just enough to reveal a semi-hard cock. ‘How long until we reach Hogwarts?’ He asked no one in particular as he took his cock in his hand and started to pump himself hard. ‘About an hour.’ Adrian Pucey responded, rummaging around in his bag until he found what he was looking for.

‘Get on your knees.’ Draco told Hermione, who immediately sank down to her knees before the one who had Imperiused her. ‘You’re going to please me, Hermione. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me.’ He held his cock in his hand, pushing against her lips until she opened up and let him in.

Hermione had never given a blowjob before but somehow she knew exactly what to do. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his erection before taking in more of him and bobbing up and down. Draco groaned and closed his eyes.

‘Take lots of pictures. Be careful not to have our faces in it.’ Draco said to Adrian. Adrian stood next to Draco and took a picture of Hermione bobbing up and down his cock. He was so grateful the pictures had movement in them. She would forever suck a cock on a continuous loop.

Draco grabbed Hermione by the hair and pulled her off his cock, a string of saliva still connecting them. ‘Hands behind your back. Try not to choke.’ Hermione quickly put her hands behind her back, resting them together just above the curve of her arse. Draco kept her head in place and slammed his cock back in, thrusting hard and forcefully. Adrian took another picture. It was really hard not to choke when Draco slammed his cock into the back of her throat but Hermione fought hard and managed to suppress her gag reflex.

Draco didn’t let up until her eyes were watering and saliva dribbled out of her mouth and onto her bare breasts. He pulled her off his throbbing cock and smacked her face with his slick member. ‘You sure know how to take a cock. Good to know that mouth is good for something after all.’ He wiped some saliva off her chin and wiped it on his pants.

He took her by the arm and pushed her against the seat. ‘Bend over and stick your arse out.’ Hermione dropped on her elbows and arched her back so her arse was out more. Draco caressed the curve of her arse with both hands. ‘Very good. You have a lovely arse. Spread your legs.’

The moment she did, she felt his fingers on her private parts. Then he stepped back. ‘Look at the camera, Hermione.’ She looked back at Adrian, who took a picture of her like that, legs spread wide with her pussy on display. ‘That’s perfect.’ Adrian said.

Draco spit on his fingers and rubbed it into her pussy, then positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in. Hermione felt him go in but that was about all she felt. No pain and no pleasure. She just endured it, her mind still in that vague happy place. Draco slammed into her deep and hard while Adrian took pictures of the two, making sure Hermione looked at the camera. After the amazing blowjob he’d had, it didn’t take long before he needed to come.

‘I’m close.’ Draco groaned. He grabbed Hermione’s hair and pulled her up against his body. He held one arm around her waist to hold her close and used his free hand to fondle her breasts as he spurted his cum as deep inside of her as he could. ‘Fuck, that’s good.’ A couple of lazy thrusts later, he pulled out and let Adrian photograph her seeping cunt. ‘Put a hand on your arse and pull it open wide. And smile at me.’ Hermione happily obeyed, spreading her cheeks open and smiling as she did it.

Some of the other boys had taken their cocks out and were jerking themselves off to the erotic sight in front of them. There was not much time left before reaching Hogwarts and Hermione would need time to clean up so they wouldn’t be able to fuck her.

‘On your knees, Hermione. Right here.’ Draco led her to the middle of the cabin and pushed her down gently. ‘You’ve got ten minutes to come. Tell Adrian when you’re close so he can take a picture. Aim for her face.’ He told his friends.

Everybody but Adrian surrounded the girl on her knees and jerked off right beside her. Theo stood in front of her and forced his cock into her mouth. ‘Suck them off, Hermione.’ Draco ordered. Hermione happily obliged, licking and sucking on whatever cock was closest. Adrian shot a lot of pictures of the scene, careful to only get Hermione’s face on frame and not the boys’ faces.

‘I’m going to come.’ Goyle said and pointed his cock straight at her face. His face contorted in a disturbing way and he shot his load all over her pretty face. Crabbe soon followed and Adrian tried very hard to keep up with the pictures, timing them so the loop would show the cum shooting onto her content face. When they were all done, Adrian ordered Hermione to smile at the camera and captured her cum-covered face. She looked like a happy little cum slut.

Draco lifted the curse while she was still on her knees covered in their cum. The moment he did, her face fell. For a moment she couldn’t comprehend what was going on or what had just happened. When it started to sink in, she scrambled backwards until she hit the wall, tears forming in her eyes.

‘W-what did you do?’ She cried. ‘What the hell did you do?’ She could barely look at them but when Draco kneeled in front of her, she couldn’t avoid him. ‘Hermione, listen to me. You’ve been chosen. I will explain what that entails later. For now, all you need to know that you’re not going to tell anyone about this.’ He held his hand out and Adrian handed him some pictures. He showed them to Hermione.

‘If you do, these spread not only throughout Hogwarts, but Britain. Your family will receive copies, the Weasleys, we will hang them up in the Great Hall. Everyone you know will receive one. Also, every paper in Britain will receive several copies. I’m sure they’d be very happy to print a story on this. You see how happy you look here?’

He held up a picture of her smiling while spreading her weeping vagina and she started to cry harder. ‘And if this is not enough motivation, know that we will all come for you and curse you if you tell a soul about this. And it’s not just us. It’s the entire house of Slytherin. You won’t survive.’

Hermione sniffed and sobbed. ‘Y-You won’t get away w-with it. Y-You raped me.’ She started to cry harder. Draco put a hand on her shoulder but she flinched and tried to move away. ‘We will get away with it. Slytherin has been for many years. Look at me.’ She met his eyes again and shivered. This is what a rapist looked like.

‘Promise me you won’t tell anyone. You know what happens otherwise.’ Hermione started to tremble harder and harder. Draco reached for her robes and covered her up, then swirled his wand and cleared her face from the loads of cum that were sticking on there. ‘Promise me.’ He ordered again.

Hermione considered her options but the thought of anyone seeing those pictures made her stomach sink. She couldn’t see a way out of this. ‘I promise.’ She whispered. Draco leaned in and pressed a kiss on her forehead and whispered. ‘Perfect. We will meet again soon.’ He stood up and without ever looking back, they all walked away, leaving Hermione behind with her pain and humiliation.

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Hermione lived in fear since the day she was raped by Malfoy and his house mates. She had been a virgin then and the loss of her virginity was mourned deeply. She would never be able to choose who to give her first time to, it had been taken from her. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to really experience it. She had been gone, into a hazy world of fake happiness. It might even be worse that she had felt that happiness. It should have been the worst experience of her life, and it was afterwards, but during, she had been perfectly content. Her mind had betrayed her and that was hard to process.

A week went by and Hermione hadn’t been approached by a Slytherin. They didn’t even look at her in class. She didn’t dare look at them too boldly but she did sneak in glances just to make sure they didn’t have their eye on her. Her friends surely noticed something was going on but they each had their own struggles this year. A somewhat quieter Hermione was probably quite welcome to them. Hermione spent her days walking on edge and her friends didn’t even seem to care. She could barely focus on her schoolwork but she managed to keep up. She wouldn’t let Malfoy and his gang ruin everything for her. They ruined sex and her body already, she wouldn’t let them take her education as well.

It was the Friday of her second week back at Hogwarts when she lied in her bed and heard a loud bang on the window, then the shattering of glass. Hermione sat up in her bed immediately, breathing hard and reaching for her wand. The moment her fingers grazed the familiar wood, it was torn away from her by the man who haunted her nightmares. Draco’s blue eyes appeared to glisten in the moonlight shining in through the open windowsill. Hermione shot up and jumped out of her bed, nearly falling flat on her face as her feet tangled in the bedsheets. She tried to reach the bed of Lavender but just as her hand reached out to touch her curtains, she was levitated into the air. ‘No!’ She shouted. ‘Help! Please.’ She floated through the air until she was so close to Draco, she could count the grey specks in his blue eyes. Hermione teared up as the familiar panic spread through her body.

‘They’re out cold. They can’t hear you.’ He gestured at the beds of her dormmates and let her down to the ground slowly. By the time her feet reached the ground, her legs were trembling uncontrollably. ‘You’re coming with me, Granger. Don’t struggle or you might hurt yourself.’ He gripped her arm painfully hard and dragged her along to the shattered window. A broomstick hovered in front of it, waiting for its owner to return.

Hermione started to struggle despite his warning. The combination of Draco in her dorm and a broomstick waiting for them put a fear in her unlike any other she’d known before. ‘I can’t. I can’t.’ She repeated as she let herself fall down to the floor, trembling and gasping for air. Draco pulled on her arm but she was dead weight. ‘You’re coming with me one way or another. Do I need to remind you of the pictures?’ He raised an eyebrow and even in her panic, Hermione recognized how annoyed he seemed. ‘Please don’t make me. I can’t – it’s too high.’ She tried to pull her arm back but his grip was too strong.

Draco sighed deeply and pointed his wand at her. ‘Silencio.’ Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the waist and dumped her unto the broom quite unceremoniously. Hermione tried to scream but no sound came out. Draco slipped onto the broom behind her, fixed the window with a quick spell, and flew off. Hermione held on to the broom for dear life and closed her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t crash or let her fall off.

‘You can let go now.’ He told her and when she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her, on solid ground. She released a deep, shuddering breath and stepped onto the ground, grateful to have made it off the broom alive. ‘You have seen me play Quidditch, did you really think I’d drop you?’ He asked as he looked her over. The fear of flying was slowly ebbing away and it made Hermione clear her mind enough to realize he had just taken her from her dorm to do Merlin knows what with her. She took a step back but Draco seemed to recognize her flight response before she did and he grabbed her by the wrist once more, dragging her along until they were inside the castle. ‘W-What are you going to do to me?’ He didn’t even look at her when he responded. ‘You’ll find out.’ He walked fast and after a while she caught on where they were going. They were heading towards the Slytherin dungeons.

‘I will tell you this.’ He turned around and looked at her when they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. ‘Resisting is useless. It will only make it harder for you.’ Hermione’s blood ran cold and visions of that day on the train invaded her mind as it did so often these days.

Before she knew it, Draco pulled her through the entrance and into the common room, where her arrival was awaited with much excitement. The room was very similar to that of Gryffindor, only the colours were different. Green sofas, plush chairs, the Slytherin banner on the walls as well as a portrait of Salazar Slytherin.

Draco pushed her onto a carpet that was surrounded by sofas on three sides, all filled with people who were watching her with greedy eyes. Hermione shivered. She recognized some people in her year and a few older ones but she was too distressed to focus on them. Draco sat down in a chair and started to speak, the rest of them listening with rapt attention.

‘After much consideration, you have been chosen to be our toy, Hermione Granger.’ He started quite formally. ‘It’s an old tradition for the house to have a toy so our students can let off some steam. It all started in the seventeenth century with a very willing girl who called herself the Slytherin slut, quite proudly might I add. When she graduated, her service was missed, as you can imagine. That’s when the tradition started. Unfortunately, it was hard to find another girl so willing, so a girl was chosen and blackmailed into being our outlet. This time, it is you who was chosen. You will please us all anytime we want. I believe you know what happens if you don’t comply.’ He folded his hands in his lap and looked at his house mates, not acknowledging the way Hermione started to cry.

‘There are rules, of course. We will not interfere with Hermione’s studies, which means no one will bother her in class. She will also be allowed two hours per day for schoolwork, between eight and ten at night. No permanent damage will befall her. I recognize that some of you have, shall we say, rougher preferences, yet nothing permanent is allowed. Should Hermione experience physical discomfort or pain that prevents her from pleasing us well enough or it simply becomes too much to bear, she will be allowed to recover until she is well enough. Whether or not she’s granted the rest will be decided by the board. I assume this is obvious, but our arrangement is a secret and everyone will keep it that way. If anyone of you doesn’t follow the rules, you will be punished and it will be severe. I will put the rules up for the rest of the house to memorize, though I expect most of you to be familiar with them.’

He focussed his attention on Hermione again. ‘There are rules for you too. We are now all your Masters and Mistresses, the fourth years and up that is. There is an age limit. You will address us as sir and madam. You will do whatever we ask without hesitation. You will never hurt one of us unless someone specifically asks for it. You will be punished if you don’t obey. Each morning, before coming to breakfast, you will take a long-lasting lust potion so you are nice and ready for us whenever we want. We will supply these for you, of course, as well as the Anti-Pregnancy potions. Now, you are allowed to choose which day of the week you want off. We recognize you’ll need time for school or friends.’

He looked at her expectantly but Hermione’s mind was a chaotic mess. She couldn’t think straight. Everything he just said, he couldn’t possibly be serious? This couldn’t be happening, not to her. Her mind went from wanting to just give up and roll into a ball and sob to trying to find a way out of there. His voice snapped her out of it. ‘Hermione, pick a day now or you won’t get any time off.’ He said sternly. ‘Saturday.’ She responded quickly. He nodded and scribbled it down. ‘No one shall bother you on Saturdays. You will give us a copy of your schedule tomorrow morning.’ He ordered her.

He stood and Hermione immediately flinched as he walked her way. ‘Tonight’s the initiation. You will be fucked in every hole to make it clear they belong to us now. You belong to us now. You will please anyone who wants to be pleased. If you struggle, you will be punished. If you try to escape, you will be punished. If you hesitate after a command, you will be punished. After tonight, you will be our willing fucktoy. Have I made myself clear?’

Hermione trembled harder and started to plead. ‘Please don’t do this. Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.’ She cried fat tears until Draco reached her and grabbed her by the throat. ‘Don’t make me lose my patience. I will ask one more time, have I made myself clear?’ His eyes were cold and though she begged him not to do this, pleaded and cried, he showed no emotion on his face. She nodded.

‘Use your words.’ He demanded but released her throat. ‘I-I understand.’ He grabbed her by the hair and pulled it so she bend over, then smacked her bum, hard. He moved much too fast for her to try to stop it and she was too shocked to respond besides a small sound of pain. ‘I understand, sir. Try again.’ He kept her bend over, in position to be spanked if she got it wrong again. ‘I understand, sir.’ She responded quickly. He released her hair immediately. ‘Very good. Don’t forget again.’ She didn’t think she would. Her bum burned so fiercely, she wouldn’t be able to forget if she tried.

‘Now, let’s see if you really do understand. Undress for us. Fully.’ Hermione’s cheeks turned crimson and her eyes turned to the small crowd on the sofas. They had been remarkably silent so far but the look in their eyes told her they wouldn’t be of help. They were much too excited for this. Hermione had no choice so she started to undress, her hands trembling. She only wore a baggy shirt and a pair of short and panties so she was naked before them in no time at all, though she tried dragging it out. She folded her arms over her chest and shrunk to make herself smaller, eyes on the ground.

‘Good.’ Draco said with a pleased tone in his voice. She flinched when he tapped her chin. ‘Back straight, chin up. You are beautiful. Otherwise we wouldn’t have chosen you.’ His words were meant to be soothing, to give her more confidence to stand in front of them all naked, but it only made her cry harder. She’d much rather be ugly in their eyes if it meant not going through this torture.

‘Who wants to go first?’ Draco addressed the students on the full sofas surrounding them. Nearly every single one of them put a hand up. He put a hand on her back and softly pushed her towards Theo Nott. She remembered him being there, in the train. ‘Please Theo. Please your Master.’ Draco ordered. She walked up to him on shaky legs, not daring to look up at him as she reached the sofa. Her eyes were on his knees until she felt him touch her breast. She jerked away and took a few steps back. Her shoulders were grabbed by Draco, who bend her over and smacked her bum again.

‘Ow!’ She squealed. ‘I said, go please your Master. Now, or I will truly punish you.’ She rushed back towards Theo, who was patiently waiting for her to return. ‘Kneel.’ He said softly. Hermione dropped to her knees and looked at him, pleading with her eyes not to be too rough with her. ‘I know this must be hard for you but try to adjust quickly. You really don’t want to be punished, trust me.’ He whispered. He fumbled around with his pants and pulled it down far enough to fish his cock out. It was hardening and he took it in his hand to speed up the process. Hermione’s eyes filled with tears again.

Theo placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed her towards his crotch. ‘I want you to give me a blowjob. Go on.’ His words were soft and his touch was gentle but it didn’t take away the fact that she was forced into being a sex toy for an entire Hogwarts house. The tears fell as she took him into her mouth and started to move up and down. He kept his hand on her head the entire time, not pushing her down but setting a nice rhythm for himself.

She heard some whispering around her but nothing loud enough to catch. Her cheeks burned and she felt properly humiliated but she was glad he didn’t force himself in deeper or harder. He was letting her do this however she wanted, which was slow and shallow. ‘You’re doing great, Hermione.’ He gently pulled her off his cock by the hair and wiped away some saliva with his thumb. She looked down at his slick cock and nearly gagged at the idea of just having had that thing in her mouth.

He extended a hand. ‘Come.’ He pulled her to sit on his lap and grabbed her hips so he could sit her right where he wanted her. Her cunt right on top of his erection. He took it in his hand and nudged at her entrance, making her shoot up, struggling to get off his lap. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her back down, wrapping his arms around her and whispering in her ear as her curly hair hid her from the others. ‘Calm down. It’ll be fine. It’s going to happen one way or another. I’ll be gentle, alright?’ She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck when he nudged at her entrance again.

‘Sit up.’ He ordered. She lifted herself up a bit, still hiding her face in his neck and clinging onto him tightly. He spat on his fingers and rubbed his saliva into her pussy. She burned with humiliation but it would probably help a bit with the pain. ‘Sit down.’ He held his cock in his hand as she slowly lowered herself on it. He groaned softly and the hand in her hair tightened its grip. ‘Feels nice, huh?’ He asked but Hermione didn’t respond. She was letting herself adjust to the size inside of her, grateful he was not rushing her. He felt too big for her and it was slightly painful.

He started to move his hips, sliding himself in and out slowly as she clung to him like a little monkey. ‘That’s it.’ He said when she let out an accidental little moan. It wasn’t exactly one of pleasure but not pain either. ‘You feel great.’ Hermione internally struggled with herself. She fought against the tears and told herself it wasn’t so bad. Theo was gentle and kind. Then she scolded herself for thinking nice things about her rapist. He held onto her hips tightly as he picked up the pace and thrust into her deeper and quicker. A couple of erratic thrusts and he came inside of her. He caressed her hair and let her catch her breath. ‘You did so good.’ He whispered compliments in her ear until she calmed down. The whispers around her grew louder and more excited. It made her nervous again.

Theo lifted her up by the waist and shifted her off his lap and onto that of a student she didn’t recognize. He had striking brown eyes and chestnut brown hair like her own but he wasn’t nearly as patient or gentle with her as Theo had been. His hands immediately found her breasts and he started to kneed and massage them for his own pleasure. Hermione hunched over and leaned back to try to get away from his groping hands but he pinched her nipples, hard, and pulled on them so she’d have to move closer to him. He shot a nasty smirk at her, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

‘You let poor Theo do all the work. I want to see what you can do. Sit on my cock and ride me.’ Hermione’s eyes must’ve grown twice as wide, a pleading look in them, hoping the boy would change his mind. He had a sinister look in his eyes that told her he wouldn’t.

She lifted herself up but he didn’t position himself underneath her. She looked up at him questioningly. ‘Go on.’ He nodded at his cock. She burned bright red at the chuckles in the room. She took his cock in her hand and held it until she could sink down on it. She groaned in pain and closed her eyes as her walls adjusted to the wide girth of him. Merlin, she nearly tore in two. She moved her hips to try to get more comfortable with him in her but nothing she did helped. He was just too big for her recently deflowered vagina.

A hard smack on her bum made her jerk forward on his lap. ‘I thought I told you to ride me, witch. I’m waiting.’ The boy whose name she didn’t even know rested his hand on her arse and pinched hard. She squealed in pain, her eyes filling with tears. She lifted herself up and slowly slid back down on his thick erection. And again, groaning in pain. ‘Faster.’ He ordered. She looked into his eyes and pleaded with him, hating how small she sounded. ‘Please, it hurts.’ Another hard slap on her poor arse. She cried out as the burning sensation really started to hurt.

‘You’re careless in addressing your Master. It’s not hard to remember. You’re to call me sir. And I thought you were supposed to be bright.’ He mocked her. ‘Now ride me faster.’ He ordered. Hermione lifted herself up and down a bit faster but not much. Her legs were starting to burn and her pussy was too dry to accommodate his length. ‘Please, sir. It hurts.’ A couple of tears fell down her face and dripped onto his black shirt.

It was hard to see clearly through her wet eyes but she saw him roll his eyes, though the smirk on his face remained. ‘Fine. Lean on me.’ He pushed down on her shoulders until she was pressed against him, her face in his neck, hiding from the cruel world around her. He started to move his hips up and down much quicker than she had. Suddenly, she felt a pinch to her nipple and her whole body jerked. He chuckled in her ear. ‘So responsive.’ He said and started to nibble on her earlobe, sucking it in and softly biting down. Hermione couldn’t stop the shiver from running through her. He fondled her breast with his warm hand until she started to feel little jolts of pleasure shoot down to her core. To her horror, she felt herself getting wet.

‘There it is.’ He whispered. Surely he could feel it. He was sliding in and out with more ease, her wetness lubricating his cock inside of her. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ He whispered in her ear. She let out a sob. She didn’t want it to. She wanted to scream at him that rape never felt good. It still hurt and she felt incredibly humiliated and violated but she couldn’t deny that she was starting to feel aroused as well. It was messing with her mind.

‘Answer me. And do so honestly.’ He demanded, his hand resting on her bum threateningly. He rolled her nipple between his fingers for good measure. ‘Yes, sir.’ She burned with shame at her own admission. Rape wasn’t supposed to be arousing. She wasn’t supposed to feel pleasure. ‘I fucking knew it.’ She could hear the smile in his tone.

Suddenly, there was a tingle in her arse and his finger touched her little rosebud. She sat ramrod straight on his lap and pushed against his chest, eyes wide and filled with tears. He looked at her with a knowing grin. ‘Hermione, lean back down and push your bum out.’ He demanded. She did what he said but started to sob out loud.

‘Please, sir. Not there.’ She begged against his neck softly. He responded by pushing his finger against her little hole. She clenched as hard as she could, crying and begging for him to stop. He pushed a little harder and his finger breached the entrance. The sudden feeling of his finger in her arse was so foreign to her, so strange and wrong, she pushed herself off him in a heartbeat. He tried to grab onto her but she was too quick.

She avoided the grasping hands and ran as fast as she could, pushing Draco to the side when he tried to stop her. She looked around frantically. There was nowhere to go. The door of the entrance had disappeared and she felt so disorientated, she wouldn’t even know where it should have been. There were doors across the room but by the time she would reach them she would have been grabbed easily.

Every single one in the room was watching her and the helplessness of the situation struck her down. She fell to her knees and started to sob uncontrollably. Her crying turned hysteric and she pressed her palms against her eyes, rubbing until she saw stars. It was eerily quiet in the room, only her despair shattered the silence. A hand on her shoulder startled her so bad, she fell back on her bum. The sight in front of her brought more tears to her eyes.

Daphne Greengrass knelt before her, eyes full of empathy. The golden-haired girl wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a tight, warm hug. It didn’t take long before Hermione hugged her back, still crying. ‘Everything you’re feeling right now is absolutely validated. You must be so scared, poor thing. You won’t believe me but it will get easier. I’ve seen it with the girl before you. The first week is the hardest. Then you’ll get used to it and get to know the boys. They’re not as awful as they seem right now, I promise. The last girl even ended up enjoying it.’

She pulled back and looked at her with those startling blue eyes. ‘I know you’re a strong girl. You’re Hermione Granger.’ She smiled softly. ‘You’re smart enough to know there’s no getting out of this and you’re strong enough to make it through.’ A kiss on the forehead and the girl was gone, leaving her alone on the floor.

She was swiftly replaced by a displeased looking Draco Malfoy. He sighed deeply and stared at her with deep disappointment in his eyes. He turned around and addressed Goyle. ‘Get the bench.’ Looks were shared, some excited, others apprehensive. He focussed back on her. ‘You broke the rules. You didn’t obey your Master and you pushed me. It is time for you to receive your punishment.’

Goyle and Crabbe placed an object in the middle of the carpet and Hermione felt her heartbeat quickening. It looked like some sort of medieval torture device. ‘Daphne. Demonstrate.’ Draco ordered. The girl got up from her spot on the sofa and headed for the object.

‘This is a spanking bench. Daphne will show you how to lie down on it.’ Daphne lied down on her belly, her legs and arms resting a level lower. Her bum was out and her legs wide. It would be obscene for Hermione to lie there in her naked state. ‘Your turn.’ Draco said and grabbed her arm, dragging her along. Hermione repeated Daphne’s words in her head. She was strong enough to get through this.
She lied down on her belly and put her arms and legs on the arm and leg rests. It was more comfortable than it seemed but the fact that her bum was out and her legs wide, exposing her to the entire room, was more humiliating than she could bear. Draco waved his wand and suddenly straps secured her to the bench. She couldn’t move her legs, her arms, and her waist.

She turned her head to look at Draco, panic in her eyes. She was fully restricted. It felt claustrophobic. He knelt at her head and tilted his own so he could look into her eyes. ‘Do you understand why you are being punished?’ He asked, his voice soft. ‘Yes, sir.’ She responded equally soft. ‘I will warm you up with ten slaps on each cheek. Then you will be caned. Five strikes for not obeying and five more for pushing me.’

He stood up and moved around so he was standing beside her. The first slap was unexpected, making her eyes pop wide open and drawing a squeal out of her. The slaps were quite hard and painful but she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t want them to see or enjoy her pain, she didn’t want her humiliation to grow even deeper. After four slaps, they started to come harder and faster, almost like he was eager to move on to the cane. By the time he was done spanking her by hand, her hips were rolling, trying to relieve the burning sensation on her bum, and she groaned softly.

His hands caressed her bum slightly, distracting her from the pain a little. ‘I want you to count the strikes. Tell me when to start.’ He waited patiently until she gathered herself, his hand gently moving along her curves.

Hermione struggled with herself. The longer she waited, the more anxious she got. Her arse was burning already, she hoped it would subside a bit before continuing. On the other hand, she couldn’t put it off forever and she really wanted to escape from her confines. ‘I’m ready, sir.’ Her voice trembled slightly.

His hand left her arse and he was quick to strike her. She heard the cane woosh through the air before it hit her bum. For a second, she thought it might not be too bad. Then the burning began. The pain was white hot and very focussed to one thin line on her skin. It was intense. Too intense.

‘One, sir.’ She whispered and took a deep breath. The first few strikes were actually the least painful, which had been impossible to imagine at the very start. He struck her harder as he continued and it didn’t take long before she was crying, ugly crying. ‘Seven, sir!’ She shouted, not having the strength to utter the words normally. It was either screaming or nothing at all. He never hit her at the same spot twice which she was grateful for. It would have been too much.

After the last strike, her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and the cushion underneath her head was dripping with her tears. Draco knelt before her once more, offering her a glass of water. She took it eagerly, her throat felt raw from screaming and groaning. ‘Will you try harder to remember the rules in the future?’ He asked softly enough that the others would have to strain to hear him. Hermione looked into his eyes and found that his harsh demeanour had slipped for a moment. She had thought he’d enjoyed giving her such a painful punishment but she started to doubt it.

‘Yes, sir.’ She responded despondently. ‘Do I need to repeat the rules to you?’ Hermione praised herself for her good memory but the events of this evening were so traumatic, she might not remember them at all. She doubted him repeating himself would change that though.

‘Perhaps a list, sir?’ She met his eyes and saw them flicker for less than a second, then he nodded. ‘Of course. I will give you the list tomorrow morning, with your potions.’ He stood up and disappeared from her sight. She felt his hands on her sore bum and moaned in relief as the sharpest pain seeped out of her. The crème he used cooled her burning arse down until it was only glowing.

‘Montague.’ Draco said and the boy who had put his finger up her arse shot to his feet and obediently made his way over. Hermione turned her head to the other side, where Draco’s head appeared before her. ‘Since you insulted Montague by disobeying and refusing him, he will be granted to honour of taking your arse for the first time. Since you don’t seem able to take it unbound, you will stay like this so you can’t flee again.’

The words his spoke sent another rush of panic through her. She shook her head and pressed her face against the cushion underneath it, whispering softly. ‘No, no, no.’ She was pulled back by the hair to face her tormenter. She knew there was no getting out of it now. She was tied up and spread wide open for everyone to see and touch ash they pleased.

‘I want you to apologize to him for being so insolent.’ Draco gestured at Montague and the guy knelt down beside him, both of them looking at her yet with very different looks on their faces. Where Draco managed to keep his expression neutral, that of Montague was clearly excited, and a tad sadistic.

‘I-I’m sorry, sir.’ She sniffled. Montague’s grin grew wider. ‘That’s alright, love. You’re making it up to me now anyway.’ He disappeared from her sight and her heart started to beat irrationally hard. There was a helpless feeling that overtook her as she felt a hand on her bum, fingers probing at her opening. She never wanted to fight something from happening this much and she couldn’t even move a muscle. A sob escaped her when his finger slid in.

Then a warm hand touched her cheek and Hermione’s eyes popped wide open. Daphne rested her other hand on top of Hermione’s and caressed her hair gently. ‘You’re alright. You’re going to be alright. The first time’s always the hardest but it will get easier, I promise.’

Hermione focussed on her words, ignoring the cool liquid being rubbed into her arsehole, or the two fingers pushing into her. She focussed on the bright yet warm blue eyes of Daphne, then on her sun-kissed hair that made her look like a princess. It worked for a while, as the boy behind her was stretching her with his fingers, opening her up for his own pleasure. It stopped being an effective distraction when she felt something much bigger press against her hole. She squealed and tried to pull away, ineffectively of course.

Daphne rested her hand on her cheek and leaned in closer. ‘Don’t focus on him, look at me.’ Hermione found the girl’s eyes again, desperate for a distraction from the pain as the boy started to press harder. ‘Try to relax your muscles. Focus on your muscles and force them to relax, it will be more painful if you’re clenching. I know it’s hard. Just breathe. Breathe with me.’ Hermione followed Daphne’s advice and before she knew it, her entrance was breached. The boy behind her grunted ferally and smacked her bum as he thrust in deeper. Hermione groaned in pain.

‘Go easy, Montague. It’s her first time.’ Daphne scolded him sharply. ‘I’m not going easy on her. The little cunt disobeyed me.’ He replied and pushed back in. ‘And she was punished for it. You are not the one to decide whether she deserves more punishment. Calm down or pull out.’ She demanded in a tone that was more authoritative than Hermione would have expected from the dainty girl. Montague didn’t say anything else after that but his thrusts became less aggressive.

‘Thank you. Madam.’ Hermione added the right pronoun quickly. Daphne smiled warmly at her and held her hand the entire time she was fucked in the arse. In reality, it didn’t take Montague very long before coming, but to Hermione it felt like an eternity. The grip on her hips tightened as he shot his load into her rear and he was very vocal with his grunts. He smacked her sore bum one more time before pulling out and leaving her behind, her hole seeping with his cum.

After being stretched so fully, it was a strange, empty feeling to not have anything in there anymore. ‘You did so good, Hermione. We picked a strong witch this time.’ Daphne caressed her hair away from her face and smiled proudly at her. Hermione closed her eyes and swallowed hard. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that she had been abused in every way possible that night, and her ordeal wasn’t over yet.

Her binds were released and Daphne helped her to her feet, her legs trembling slightly. ‘You will now please the rest of them.’ Draco pulled her along by the wrist, she didn’t struggle against it anymore. She knew there was no getting out of it and she wasn’t sure if she could handle another punishment that night. She let a boy she didn’t know push her to her knees and force her mouth around his cock and let him fuck her mouth. She didn’t struggle when the boy next to him fondled her breasts and stuck a finger up her vagina. She cringed away and flinched many times but she never pushed anyone away or tried to fight them. The severity of the situation had sunk in.

By the time the whole ordeal was over, Hermione was exhausted and entire her body was sore. She was slumped over the boy who’d just come inside of her when Draco pulled her off him and pushed her onto the carpet.

‘Initiation is over. Who do you belong to?’ He asked her. Hermione looked at the floor as she answered. ‘You, sir. I belong to all of you.’ She was too tired to protest.

‘Very good. You did well tonight. Since this was your first time being used so thoroughly, you will be given two days of rest to recover. No one will bother you in that time. The toys of Slytherin always get one caretaker. This time Daphne volunteered, as you might have noticed. She is the one you go to for comfort after a particularly rough session or to talk to if you find yourself struggling. Do you want her to take you back to your dorm or do you prefer to be alone?’

Hermione just wanted to get away from there as fast as she could and not see any of their faces anymore. ‘Alone.’ Draco nodded curtly and summoned a white can. ‘You can apply this crème on your tender flesh. It will help with the pain and speed up the healing process.’ She took it from him without thinking. ‘You will receive the potions as well as the list of rules tomorrow morning. Meet me before the library at seven-thirty. No one will be there then.’ He looked at her for a moment, his eyes turning softer. ‘You really did well. You may get dressed and leave now.’

Hermione’s mind was in a strange state as she got dressed and walked through the door that had reappeared somehow. She couldn’t cry anymore, the tears wouldn’t come. Her mind was not occupied by all the horrid thoughts that should plague her. It was like she was numb. They had broken her down and ripped her spirit straight from her soul. There was no fight left in her, only defeat and helplessness.

Hermione took a shower and methodically washed her body one part at a time. She used the crème Draco had given her and sighed as she instantly felt less sore. She dressed in a fresh shirt and pants since the ones she had worn before were not particularly clean anymore. The moment her head hit the pillow, everything went dark.

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Hermione swallowed her potions, both the Lust Potion and the one to stop pregnancies from happening. It was the first day she had to swallow the Lust potion and the effect was instantaneous. A hot tingle ran through her body and circled her nipples and clit until it seeped into her most sensitive parts fully, arousing her so promtly, it caught her by surprise. Tears filled her eyes at the feeling of her pussy getting wet. It was a long time before she dared to join the others in the common room.

‘Hermione, are you feeling alright?’ Harry asked, shaking Hermione from her thoughts. The two days of rest she had been granted were up and all she could think of were the Slytherins. The two days had been very necessary for her body but it had been torture for her mind. All she could think about was how much they’d humiliated and abused her that night and how they would do it again within forty-eight hours. She was driving herself crazy and the stress was eating her up. She barely slept and even schoolwork couldn’t take her mind off it. This was the first time one of her friends had noticed something, though. She couldn’t tell him anything of course. Harry would surely try to do something about it and then the Slytherins would come for her. She had to choose between enduring the abuse or probably getting herself killed. So far she had chosen to endure it but she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to handle the new situation.

‘I’m fine. Just a little tired.’ She gave her friend a weak smile and checked the clock. They had to get moving if they wanted to eat a full breakfast before class started. She really was dreading leaving the room but she didn’t have much of a choice. She couldn’t hide in the Gryffindor tower for the rest of her school career. Ron joined the two of them, late as always, and the three headed to the Great Hall. Hermione was constantly looking over her shoulder and then quickly looking in front of her. If she couldn’t see them, they didn’t exist. It worked for a little while. Until they approached the doors of the Great Hall and Montague stood there, leaning his elbow on Blaise’s shoulder. Their expressions didn’t betray a thing but Hermione felt in her gut that they were waiting for her.

When she got close enough, Blaise approached her with a big, seemingly friendly smile on his face. ‘Hey, Hermione. Thanks again for lending me your notes before. I just have one question about them if you have the time.’ He sounded so awfully polite, her friends would never know his true intentions, though it was strange of her to have supposedly lent out her notes to a Slytherin. Hermione’s heart rate shot up and her palms got clammy. She really didn’t want to go along with it. She wanted to tell him no and go eat breakfast with her friends. The look in Montague’s eyes told her she would be in trouble if she tried.

‘S-Sure.’ She stuttered nervously. She nodded at Harry and Ron, who left after glaring at the Slytherins suspiciously. The second their backs were to them, Blaise grabbed her wrist and dragged her along, Montague flanking her on the other side. ‘I missed you, little witch. We’re going to have some fun.’ She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered the words. She shivered and to her disgust she got wetter.

They took her to an empty classroom and were very secure putting up wards to lock and silence the room. When they were done, they turned around and looked her up and down with grins on their faces. ‘Let’s see how well you remember the rules, shall we?’ Montague started and Hermione got the feeling that he wanted her to mess up. Perhaps he liked punishing her. ‘Open your blouse and give your bra to me.’ He ordered.

Hermione’s hands were unsteady as she unbuttoned her blouse and struggled to unclasp her bra behind her back. She handed her bra to Montague and hunched her shoulders a bit so her blouse would cover her breasts again. ‘Very good but stand up straight and show us those breasts. You are here for our pleasure and hiding your body does not please us.’ Blaise told her, looking her up and down with a critical eye. ‘Yes, sir.’ She straightened her back and felt one breast slip out from behind her white blouse. She tried to ignore it but her cheeks coloured red at the feeling of cool air on her nipple. It immediately hardened and she wished someone would touch it, touch her. She hated how much her body betrayed her.

‘Is the potion doing its work?’ Montague asked, his eyes dark and focussed on her bare breast. Hermione couldn’t look him in the eye as she answered, her eyes on the floor before her feet. ‘Yes, sir.’ Blaise circled her and pulled on her blouse, revealing the other breast as well. ‘Are you aroused?’ Montague asked, still watching from a distance. Tears prickled behind her eyes as she knew lying was no option. They knew what the potion did and it seemed that they were capable of brewing a very potent one.

‘Yes, sir.’ Montague came nearer, his glee barely contained on his face. ‘Let’s check, shall we?’ His hand slid between her legs and found her panties immediately. Hermione gasped at the contact of his cool fingers on her sensitive pussy. She knew there was a wet spot on her underwear, it had been there minutes after taking the Lust potion and it had only gotten worse after these guys took her to the empty classroom. Her body was exceptionally aroused and the prospect of sex aroused her, even if it was forced upon her.

He rubbed his fingers up and down her folds, over her underwear. ‘Hmm. You weren’t lying. Your panties are soaked. Do you want us to take care of that?’ He looked her in the eye and waited for her answer. She didn’t want them to if she thought about it but her body seemed to disagree. He was only touching her over her underwear and an orgasm was already building. He was barely even rubbing her. ‘Well? We know you’re as horny as can be, my fingers are slipping in your slick. Do you want us to help you with that? Be truthful.’ He pushed. He pressed against her clit, making her gasp at the sudden intensity of pleasure. ‘Yes, sir.’ She shook her head in shame and looked away from her tormentor.

Montague withdrew his hand and grinned at her. ‘Well, why didn’t you just ask? When you want something from us, you have to ask, Hermione. So ask. I want you to get on your knees and beg me to fuck you. Beg me to make you come on my cock.’ Hermione’s mouth opened a bit in shock. She truly hoped he was joking but the little sparkle in his eye told her he wasn’t. In fact, he really seemed to be enjoying humiliating her. ‘If you don’t obey, we’ll have to punish you.’ Blaise reminded her in a dry tone. He was stood beside Montague but didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as his friend did. He was just there, watching, appreciating the sight of her bare breasts. Hermione remembered her last punishment quite clearly and she never wanted to go through that much pain again so she dropped to her knees, her cheeks burning bright with embarrassment.

She looked at his feet as she spoke. ‘Please fuck me, sir. Please make me come with your cock.’ She whispered. Montague stepped closer to her and grabbed her chin with his hand, tilting it up so she must look at him. ‘Look at me and speak up, little witch. I want you to try again. Beg for my cock and make me believe you. I want to see how much you want to be fucked.’ He implored. Tears filled her eyes as she was forced to face him while she begged on her knees before him. ‘Please, sir. Please fuck me until I come.’ He wiped a tear from her cheek and looked at her for a long moment.

‘You’ll need to work on that but alright. I’m in a good mood today so I’ll make you come. Stand up and get rid of those awfully plain panties.’ Hermione slowly rose to her feet, knees faintly red from sitting on them. She pulled her panties from her slick folds and slid them down her legs. Blaise held his hand out to her so she handed them over, though she didn’t want to know what he wanted with them as he stuffed them in his pocket. ‘Now go bend over the desk.’ Montague ordered and pointed at a desk right at the front of the room. A desk she would probably choose to sit at during class. Not after this, though.

Hermione felt naked without her underwear and shuffled over carefully, resting her upper body on the hard wood. The cold surface hardened her nipples even more and even though she didn’t want to have sex with either of these men, she couldn’t wait to get this orgasm over and regain control of her body once more. Being so incredibly aroused was distracting. It clouded her mind and judgement.

‘Spread your legs.’ This time it was Blaise who spoke, still watching from afar. Hermione opened her legs slightly, feeling terribly exposed even though her skirt still covered her up mostly. She heard footsteps but she still startled very badly when she felt a hand slip underneath her skirt and palm her bum. His other hand lifted her skirt up entirely and joined his other hand on her bum. He pulled them apart and kicked her legs to open them wider. Begging him for his cock had been humiliating but having him inspect her so intimately might be even worse.

He ran his fingers through her folds and pushed one inside her pussy for a brief moment. Then it disappeared and was replaced by something much bigger. He slammed his cock inside of her in two deep thrusts and filled her completely. ‘Oh Gods.’ Hermione moaned obscenely. The mere sensation of his cock inside of her was almost enough to make her come. ‘Feels nice, doesn’t it?’ He pulled back ridiculously slowly and slammed back in, pushing her hard against the desk. ‘I asked you a question.’ He squeezed her bum painfully hard, forcing her to respond. 'Yes, sir.' She moaned out. He thrust again, his movements very controlled and incredibly deep. With each thrust, her nipples brushed the wood beneath them, the sensations were driving her crazy. Each slam pushed her belly against the desk hard, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure she was experiencing. It wouldn’t take long before she’d come like this.

‘Hands behind you back.’ Before she had the time to comply, he pulled on her wrists and held them together in one hand, resting them right above her bum. He held them to pull her closer as he slammed into her. Her arms were in an awkward position but somehow it send another rush of wetness down her pussy.

Blaise finally walked over to them after watching for a while and pulled on her hair to twist her head his way, making her rest her head on her right cheek. His brown eyes were dark and slightly hooded. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, surprising her immensely with such a sweet gesture in the middle of being fucked from behind. Then he opened his robes and his pants, pulling out his erection. His cock was the biggest she had seen so far and the mere sight of it simultaneously frightened and aroused her. ‘Open your mouth.’ She did what he said and the second her mouth opened, his cock slid inside. As he forced himself inside as deep as he could without choking her, groaning as he did, Montague reached beneath her and found her clit. She squealed around Blaise’s cock and fought really hard not to bite down as her orgasm washed over her. ‘Ah, fuck yeah.’ Montague cursed as her vagina clenched on his cock forcefully. Her entire body pulsed and heated up as the pleasure travelled over her. If she didn’t have a cock in her mouth, she would’ve cursed too.

After the last of her pleasure washed away, Montague rammed into her faster and harder than before, determined to chase his own pleasure. His hard movements pushed her further on Blaise’s cock each time, making her gag a couple of times. Blaise didn’t seem to mind. In fact, each time she took him deep in her throat, he groaned and tightened his grip in her hair. ‘Use your tongue.’ He directed and started to push and pull her head on and his erection in a rhythm that was visibly more pleasurable for him. Hermione struggled to move her tongue at all, his cock was so big in her mouth, but she managed a bit and when she did, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Suddenly, Montague stopped moving and rested his throbbing cock deep inside of her. Then he caressed both arse cheeks with his hands, releasing her wrists but she kept them in place on her back. Hermione squealed when Montague slapped both arse cheeks at the same time. Then he switched it up and alternated between cheeks, raining down smack after smack until her bum was burning hot. ‘Nice and pink.’ He massaged her sore flesh contently, his cock still buried deep inside of her. He pinched her flesh painfully hard, she could practically feel the bruise forming on the spot. He rested his hands on her bum for a couple of seconds, then resumed his spanking until tears sprang in Hermione’s eyes. He brushed the back of his fingers over her hot skin when he appeared to be done. ‘Does it hurt?’ Montague asked. Blaise slipped his cock from her mouth and started to jerk it in front of her, giving her the chance to answer.

‘Yes, sir.’ Montague slipped his hand underneath her again and started to circle her clit with his calloused thumb. Hermione groaned and rolled her head onto her forehead. ‘Tell me what it feels like, your bum.’ Hermione felt Blaise’s other hand on her hair, gently caressing her. It gave her the strength to answer Montague normally, instead of getting upset at the pain he’d caused her. ‘It burns, sir. And it feels sore, like it’ll bruise badly.’ He hummed in satisfaction after hearing her answer.

Montague held her by the hips and picked up a quick pace once more, his fingers still toying with her clit. New gushes of slickness rushed down her pussy and coated his cock in a fresh layer of natural lubricant. ‘Fuck, you’re wet. You must’ve really liked being spanked. Who knew Hermione Granger was such a kinky little witch.’ His breathing was short and he sounded a bit husky and his words made her feel guilty. She knew she didn’t want this and she really shouldn’t be aroused but she couldn’t help it. Her body responded to every obscene thing they did to her and she struggled to comprehend how she could get even wetter when her bum hurt so much.

Montague leaned over her and reached underneath her to take her breast in his hand. He let it swing in his palm as he thrusted. ‘Are you going to come again? I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. You really need to come again, don’t you?’ He pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingernails. It hurt but it also send little jolts of pleasure down all the way to her clit. All the sensations were too much. The way he fondled her clit and nipple combined with the sight of Blaise jerking his huge cock right in front of her made her come again. ‘Yes, sir!’ She shouted as wave after wave shook her body in the most delicious way.

‘Fucking shit.’ She heard Montague curse behind her. His moves became erratic and he pushed so deep, it was as if he wanted to bury himself inside of her entirely. He grunted and after a few moments slipped out of her. She felt a rush of wetness go with him and she cringed. She knew she couldn’t get pregnant but the sensation of his seed spilling out of her was repulsive. Hermione heard him rummage about in a bag and then felt his hands push her legs wider apart. ‘Blaise, move. Hermione, look at me.’ Montague ordered.

When she bend her neck and looked back, she looked straight into a flashing camera. She quickly looked away, mortified he would capture her when she felt so vulnerable but it was too late. He grinned and waved the developing picture. ‘For my personal collection. Finish up, class is starting soon.’ Blaise didn’t seem to mind to be bossed around, not when it came to chasing his release. He stuffed his cock back into her mouth and held the back of her head to keep her still as he fucked it. Without Montague slamming into her from behind, pushing her further onto on Blaise, the abuse wasn’t so brutal. He only made her choke twice or thrice.

‘I want you to swallow it all. Don’t spill a drop.’ He told her just before grunting out and shooting his cum deep down her throat. She struggled to swallow it completely and not choke at the same time but she managed, motivated by the looming threat of punishment if she didn’t obey an order. ‘Lick it clean.’ He held his dripping prick in his hand and held the tip in front of her mouth. Hermione couldn’t hide the disgust on her face but dutifully licked the head until it was clean. Blaise leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. He probably didn’t want to kiss her lips since there were traces of his cum on there.

The two of them zipped up their pants and looked at her as she stood back up on her weak legs. ‘You did good today.’ Montague smirked when he looked at her breasts. They were slightly red and swollen from being pushed against and rubbed over the hard wood of the desk for so long. Hermione hesitated for a moment, a bit scared to address them on her own accord, but she couldn’t walk around without underwear all day and she wouldn’t have time to go back to her room to get new ones before class. She gathered up her Gryffindor courage and looked at them, focussing on Montague since he appeared to have led this little meeting. ‘Sir, may I please have my underwear back?’ His eyes shot up to her face and his smirk grew.

‘No, you may not. You will not clean yourself either. I want you to feel my cum inside of you for as long as possible. You may only wipe it away if it dribbles below the line of your skirt or clean it fully if someone else wants to use you. The rest of my seed will stay with you until you use the restroom and you will only use it if you really have to, do I make myself clear?’ Her eyes burned once more that morning, afraid that the day would be an awfully long one. To walk around with his cum still inside of her was disgusting but to have it on her thighs as well was worse. She would feel it with every step, painfully aware of her abuse. ‘Yes, sir.’

Montague nodded and shared an amused glance with Blaise. ‘You may button up your blouse now.’ Hermione obeyed and buttoned herself up, nervous to ask the other question she had in mind. But looking down when she was done getting dressed, she knew it was necessary. ‘Please, sir, may I wear a bra?’ They both looked down at her chest at the same time, both with growing smiles on their faces. ‘You may not. More questions? You are very chatty today.’ Blaise chuckled.

Hermione felt a bit of panic rise in her chest. She couldn’t go walking around school with her breasts jiggling up and down with each step. For Merlin’s sake, if someone looked closely, they could see her nipples through the thin, white fabric. ‘Please, sir. People will notice I’m not wearing one. It’s very out of character for me, they will know something is wrong. Please let me wear one.’ She pleaded, unbeknownst arousing Montague again. ‘You will make up an excuse if someone should ask about it, which I highly doubt. I expect they will only admire from afar, as will I. You will not ask us to wear underwear again, it is final. Do you understand?’ Hermione nodded meekly. ‘Yes, sir.’ Her voice was soft and she felt defeated.

‘Good. We’ll let you go now.’ Montague started to break down the wards on the room and peeked outside to make sure no one was in the hallway. Blaise looked back at her one last time. ‘You really did good today.’ He said and followed Montague outside. Hermione was left behind and as the adrenaline and endorphins left her system, she broke down. She had done so well keeping in the tears while they used her but once it was all over, it all sunk in. Last time, she had been terrified of the Slytherins, angry and hurt for how they raped and hurt her. This time she was mostly disappointed in herself, for wanting to be fucked. She knew she couldn’t help it and she was painfully aware of how Lust potions worked but she was still upset with how her body had betrayed her so badly. She knew she didn’t want to be touched by those foul, sadistic snakes but she had been so aroused, she hadn’t been able control herself.

She was still berating herself and crying when someone joined her in the empty classroom. ‘Hermione? Are you alright?’ Daphne hesitated before coming in fully and closing the door behind her. The pity on the girl’s face as she looked Hermione up and down made her cry a little harder. Daphne came towards her and put her bag on the desk where Hermione had just been shagged. ‘Montague and Blaise told me you might need someone to talk to.’ Hermione couldn’t speak, she found that her throat was too tight and all that could force its way through was a loud sob.

‘Oh, Hermione.’ Daphne exclaimed before enveloping her in her arms. ‘Why is this happening to me? I don’t want this, I swear I don’t.’ Hermione cried hysterically. Daphne held her closer and rubbed her back soothingly. It took a while for her to even remotely calm down. She had been so nervous for the last two days and even if she knew they were going to use her again, the fact that it happened was devastating.

When she pulled away from Daphne’s arms, she felt embarrassed. The blond girl with the piercing blue eyes searched through her bag and handed Hermione the bagel she pulled from it. ‘I had the feeling you'd miss breakfast. Hermione took it and forced herself to eat it, even though her appetite was nowhere to be found. Daphne let her nibble on it in silence for only a couple of minutes. ‘It will get easier in time, I promise.’ Hermione sniffled miserably. ‘How do you know?’ Daphne inched closer towards Hermione and put an arm around her shoulder. The girl was quite free with her touches, something Hermione wasn’t used to. She wasn’t used to being fucked in empty classrooms either so there was a lot to get used to.

‘Because I saw the girl before you. She started this way too but when she left last year, we were all on good terms.’ Hermione looked at her with a doubtful expression on her face but Daphne didn’t appear to be making it up. ‘She was brainwashed.’ Hermione mumbled softly but Daphne caught her words. ‘Perhaps. But does it really matter?’ Hermione looked at her, shocked. Daphne quickly started to explain herself. ‘There’s no getting out of this for you. Many girls have tried and failed spectacularly. Wouldn’t it be better for you to try to enjoy it instead of breaking down each time you are shagged? I know you can’t force it now, it’s only your first day for heaven’s sake but I’m sure once you get to know the boys you’ll adapt more easily. They are not monsters, Hermione.’ Hermione looked at her with narrowed eyes. ‘They are to me. They are the monsters who visited me every night since that day on the train and now they’re free to haunt me during the day as well. You have no idea what it’s like.’ Hermione scoffed and hung her head.

The little Slytherin princess really had no idea what it was like to be so terrified the entire day, afraid someone might pop out and force her into a quickie in the broom closet. ‘They won’t be monsters anymore once you get to know them.’ Hermione was quickly becoming frustrated with the stubborn and ridiculous thoughts of this girl. She was meant to be there for her comfort but so far she was doing a shitty job. ‘They have no interest in getting to know me. They’re only interested in my body and humiliating me.’ Daphne opened her mouth but closed it again. Hermione wondered what she was going to say. ‘Just give it time. I understand how you’re feeling now and you’re certainly allowed these feelings but I assure you, things will look very different in a few months. Even if you don’t believe me now, it’s the truth. It has been that way for many generations. But for now, if you ever need to talk to someone I’m here for you. And if you ever need something, especially after being handled a bit too roughly, you can come to me too. You may always ask for things, though it is not a given that you’ll get it.’ Hermione nodded her head meekly, tired of arguing though she absolutely didn’t believe her. The day had only just begun and Hermione was already drained of energy.

She finished her bagel in silence, while Daphne stayed beside her, patiently waiting. Hermione sighed deeply, reluctant to face the rest of the day. ‘We should get to class.’ Daphne suggested carefully. Hermione was dreading her first class, one of two she would have with Slytherin that day. Hermione grabbed her bag while Daphne slung hers over her shoulder and the two girls began to walk towards the Charms classroom, where most of their classmates were already waiting for the lesson to begin. Hermione parted from Daphne without another word and headed towards Harry and Ron, her arms crossed in front of her breasts. She was very conscious of the way they bounced with each step and hoped no one would notice.

‘Why would you lend out notes to a bloody Slytherin?’ She didn’t even get a greeting from Ron. He went straight after what he wanted know. Hermione might have defended the Slytherins but after what they had done there was no forgiveness from her. ‘You know I value education above everything else, that goes for house prejudice too.’ Hermione slid her bag from her shoulder and sat down beside Harry. Ron opened his mouth to argue but closed it quickly. Hermione looked at him and found his eyes directly on her chest. Her cheeks started to burn, as well as Ron’s. Neither one of them said a thing, he quickly looked away and gathered his book from his bag. So far for hiding it. Luckily Harry was as oblivious as always.

There were Slytherins all around her and Hermione was nervous all through her class. She was relieved to find they really didn’t bother her or interrupt with her schoolwork. They didn’t even look at her as they listened to the lecture and practiced new spells afterwards. She looked at them very often, scared someone might want to touch her or make rude gestures. Instead, class flew by without one single disturbance. Hermione stayed close to Harry and Ron’s side as they made their way to the next class, one with Ravenclaw, thank Merlin.

As the day went on, she noticed more people looking at her chest. Some boy even winked at her after looking at her chest. She felt mortified. It wasn’t just male students who looked, though. Girls looked too, mostly with deep disapproval. What a slut they must think her to be. Ron acted strangely around her the entire time. He didn’t know where to look. His eyes darted down occasionally and then quickly away, as if he had caught himself. It didn’t help that the Lust potion she had taken made sure her nipples were constantly hard. They poked right through the thin, white fabric. She covered her breasts with her arms as often as she could but the pressure made her arousal peek.

She noticed that her excitement got worse during the day. It had been a little better after Blaise and Montague had used her and she’d been able to focus the first few lessons she’d had after that but her arousal was becoming a distraction. She’d gone to the bathroom earlier and she’d been meticulous to wipe Montague’s cum away and clean herself but her pussy was becoming so wet, she was leaking. She rubbed her thighs to try to relieve some pressure but it was no use. She couldn’t even pay attention as well as she should in class. She was quite close to another breakdown.

By the time Potions came along, she was struggling greatly. She didn’t even have the mind to pay attention to the Slytherins in the room. She wasn’t worried about them, she was worried she might start to masturbate in the middle of the room just to sort herself out. It was safe to say her potion didn’t turn out perfect, which was a shock to most in the room. Snape stood beside her cauldron with a sneer on his face and looked at the potion with cruel satisfaction in his eyes. ‘Tell me, miss Granger. Is the potion supposed to be purple at this stage of brewing?’ He asked, knowing perfectly well that it wasn’t. ‘No, sir. It’s supposed to be burgundy red.’ His eyes shifted from the cauldron to her face and then dropped to her chest. Hermione couldn’t blush deeper if she tried. His gaze lingered only for a second but she knew he had noticed. ‘You will stay after class.’

Harry and Ron sent her sympathetic glances, as did the rest of Gryffindor. The students of Slytherin didn’t snicker or laugh at her, which was odd. Perhaps being their little toy meant no more bullying in class. Hermione tried to salvage her potion so she could show it to Snape and explain that she knew what she had done wrong but she didn’t succeed. She was too distracted by her fluttering pussy, begging to be fucked.

When the lesson was done, the classroom emptied quickly. No one liked to linger in the classroom while Snape was still there. Hermione remained seated on her chair until Snape addressed her. He looked at her for a long time from behind his desk, then made his way over to her, which was unusual. He usually let the students come to him, enjoying the way they dragged their feet in reluctance. He stopped right in front of her desk and looked at her for what felt like an eternity, making her feel very uncomfortable. Suddenly, he jerked the wand in his hand and the door shut with a loud bang.

Hermione’s heart started to race in her chest. He was acting very odd and she didn’t know what to expect. He lifted her chin with the tip of his wand and looked her in the eye. ‘Undress for me, miss Granger.’ He said stoically, like he was ordering her to fetch some frog intestine from his cupboard. ‘W-What?’ She sounded breathy, both because of surprise and horniness. ‘I’m positive they’ve taught you how to properly address you Masters and Mistresses. Would you like to correct yourself?’ Hermione knew what he meant but she couldn’t truly grasp the concept. Snape was one of them. He knew. He was a professor and he let a student be abused so horribly.

Snape sighed with obvious annoyance. ‘Yes, miss Granger. I know you’ve been chosen. I am still a Slytherin after all. I’m sure they told you how old the tradition is. I’ve made plenty use of the girl in my time. Now undress before you earn yourself punishment.’ Hermione trembled as she rose to her feet and started to unbutton her blouse for the second time that day. There was no underwear beneath the thin fabric so she was naked before her professor in no time. He had her take off her shoes and stockings too. There was not one strip of fabric on her body anymore. She had never felt more vulnerable in her life, standing there before him, and she had felt pretty vulnerable the last couple of days.

He eyed her up and down critically, having her turn around and show him her backside. She felt the tip of his wand trace the curve of her arse all the way down to her puckered hole. She tensed up when he applied a bit of pressure. ‘Very lovely. Get on your knees.’ She turned around to face him and got on her knees. He fumbled around underneath his robes and got his cock out. He didn’t take one single piece of clothing off, he only dropped his pants a little. Just enough to reveal his thick, veiny cock. ‘Open up.’ She hadn’t even opened her mouth fully before he was inside of it, thrusting himself in deep, making her gag immediately. ‘I haven’t participated in years but when I learned it was you they had chosen I knew I had to have you. You, miss Granger, have been the bane of my existence.’ He pulled his cock out and held her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. His onyx eyes were dark and there was a glint in them. He rubbed his cock against her cheek. ‘Always so eager. Hand constantly up in the air, ready to spout the right answer even if I didn’t want to hear it. I think you’re making much better use of that smart mouth now, don’t you agree?’ Before she could answer, he pushed himself in until he reached her throat. She managed to suppress her gag reflex for a second or two but then she gagged, her throat clenching around his cock. He groaned and pressed in a little deeper before pulling back and letting her breathe.

‘There is one part I have been involved in all those years.’ He thrusted back inside, maintaining a calmer, less deep pace. ‘Are you familiar with body modification spells, miss Granger?’ His lips lifted up ever so slightly. He pulled his wet cock from her mouth and pulled on her hair until she was standing again. His eyes roamed freely over her naked body, his eyes critical and slightly narrowed. ‘I’m surprised to say you don’t need much work done.’ His fingers trailed over her flat stomach and came to rest on her breast. ‘Only this.’ He squeezed and tutted. ‘Not even a handful.’ He pointed his wand at her breast and Hermione panicked. The only thing she knew about body modification spells was that they often went wrong and people ended up living with distorted body parts. He must have sensed her panic though, because he grabbed on to her hair and held her in place, ignoring her pleas. ‘Please, no. Please, professor.’

His dark eyes were cold and held no empathy as he spoke very closely to her face. ‘Struggle again and I will have you punished.’ He looked at her and took a deep breath. ‘I am very experienced in this type of magic. You have nothing to worry about, except buying new bras. Though seeing how you’re not wearing one, perhaps not even that.’ He pointed his wand at her breast again and Hermione closed her eyes, afraid she might end up scarred for life. She heard him murmur a spell and felt the wand circle her breast. Then he did the same for the other one and she could feel her breasts become heavier.

‘A small adjustment. I prefer to maintain realistic proportions. No more than two sizes up.’ He weighed her breasts in his large hands and hummed appreciatively. Hermione looked down and teared up. She didn’t want bigger breasts. The attention of others would always be on them if they looked at her. They weren’t grossly big but big enough for people to notice they had grown. If Ron had stared before, he would surely stare now. Luckily they were not saggy. She was always quite proud on the perkiness of her breasts and they still were.

Some tears rolled down her cheeks as Snape was enjoying his handywork, kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples. In her panic, her arousal had momentarily been forgotten but the way he was touching her was bringing the realization back in full force. A wanton moan left her mouth before she could catch it and she burned bright in humiliation when Snape looked at her with a peculiar look on his face. ‘Tell me, miss Granger. How did you feel when you took the Lust potion this morning? Be specific.’ Hermione could die from mortification. Harry had always thought Snape was just an evil, cruel bully and while she had tried to defend him in the past out of respect for his role as professor and exquisite talent as Potions Master, Hermione could not agree more now. He was abusing and humiliating one of his underage students. He could not sink much lower in her eyes.

‘I felt hot first, my entire body. Then it was like little tingles travelled through my body and connected in my nipples and vagina. I…I instantly became aroused, sir.’ She responded but couldn’t look him in the eyes as she did. It was too much. ‘Yes…’ He tilted her chin up with one, long finger. ‘This batch might be the most potent one to date.’ He smirked when her eyes widened at the realization. ‘I hope my pregnancy potions work equally well. Now, let’s do something about that arousal of yours, before you start dripping on my floor.’ He grabbed her waist and lifted her up on her desk.

‘Spread your legs. You do want to be fucked, don’t you?’ He pressed on her clit the moment her legs had opened. She nearly toppled backwards from the intense sensations it caused. Hermione shook her head as more tears filled her eyes. ‘What’s that? You don’t want to be filled by my cock?’ He taunted her as he rubbed her clit, knowing she was too aroused to protest. ‘I don’t want to, sir. I need it.’ She whispered between clenched teeth. It was embarrassing to admit, as was the feeling of slickness sliding down her pussy. She couldn’t help it, though. Her body was on fire, she had never been so overwhelmed with arousal. If he didn’t make her come, she would start to cry.

He stepped between her open legs and nudged her weeping pussy with his cock. She gasped at the sensation and let her head fall back. ‘It seems you’ve not been fucked enough today. Luckily for you, I am in a merciful mood today.’ He pushed himself inside of her slowly and let out a sharp breath. Hermione nearly came when he was inside of her fully. He fucked her slowly, making her feel every inch and ridge of his long, hard cock. ‘Look at me, miss Granger. Look at your professor fucking you.’ Hermione looked in his eyes and then glanced down just in time to see his cock slide right back into her, her wetness squelching around it. The sight forced her orgasm to wash over her. She flung her body forward and grabbed on to her professor, her hands bunching up his robes. ‘Oh Gods.’ She moaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body without mercy. Snape held her so she wouldn’t fall off the table but Hermione barely noticed. It took a long time before she recovered enough to comprehend what just happened. She had the most intense orgasm of her life and it was on the cock of her professor. She didn’t have time to grasp it though. He was not done with her yet.

‘That was magnificent. My turn. Lie back.’ He pushed on her belly to make her lie down on the desk. His large hands travelled over her stomach and settled on her newly enlarged breasts. He held onto them as he started to slam his hips forward, pushing in deeply with each thrust. ‘At first, I was doubtful of the students’ choice this time but I’m starting to see the appeal.’ His hips snapped sharply as he pushed back in. ‘And not just because of your body, though I must admit it is a lovely surprise.’ He pinched her nipple until she moaned. ‘There is something about bending such an intelligent, confident, stubborn witch to one’s will.’ He pushed in deep and held himself there for a few seconds. He leaned over her so his hair hung at the sides of his head and he looked into her eyes. ‘To have you at my mercy is…exhilarating.’ She tried to turn her head and avoid his gaze but he took hold of her chin and forced her to see him. ‘Look at me, miss Granger.’ His voice was breathy. ‘Look at me when I spill into you.’ She did as she was told, partly because she was ordered to and didn’t want to be punished but another part of her couldn’t look away. She had never looked into a man’s eye during his orgasm and she found it to be strangely mesmerizing. He kept most of his face stoic as ever but his eyes were different. His pupils were blown wide and dark as the night. He breathed hard and shot his seed deep into her, never breaking eye contact as he did.

He didn’t wait long before pulling away from her and covering himself up fully. ‘Yes, you’ll do, miss Granger. You’ll certainly do. You may get dressed now.’ He turned away from her and returned to his desk, watching her carefully as he sat down. Hermione was a little shook from their encounter so she was a bit slower getting her bearings. When she did and she realized she had just been shagged by her professor, she rushed to her clothes and got dressed in record time. ‘Miss Granger, one word of advice. In order to keep your arousal at bay, it seems that having intercourse frequently helps. I doubt you will be turned down if you asked a Slytherin. And if no one is available, masturbation is an option. It has not been proven to elevate the building tension for this potion but it might. Something to try perhaps.’ Hermione put her shoes on and nodded. ‘Yes, sir.’ She mumbled and hurried out of the classroom and ran away from the dungeons. She wondered how her life got so messed up that she was just shagged by her Potions professor.

Luckily, Potions was the last class of the day and she was free to hide wherever she wanted. Anywhere without people with green ties or black robes. The Gryffindor tower was probably the safest option but she didn’t know if she could face her friends without breaking down. She really could use a friend though. Someone to talk to, someone who knew about her situation. The only one she could think of was Daphne but she wasn’t too fond of the girl. She knew exactly what was going on and didn’t do anything about it, she only tried to offer comfort. Hermione had no idea how to find the girl without encountering her other housemates anyway. It was probably not a good idea to visit the library either. If anyone was looking for her, that was the first place they’d look. Dinner was still an hour away and she’d have to kill the time somewhere. The weather was still quite nice outside. It was dry and the sun was out, though it might be a bit chilly. Hermione decided to go for a walk to try to clear her mind.

Without her coat on, it was indeed cold outside but the sun was burning brightly and it managed to lift some weight from her shoulders. She hadn’t fully realized just how much everything was pulling her down. She ran the last couple of days through her mind and wondered how on earth she came to be in the position she was in now. She tried to look for signs, something that might have told her this was coming but she couldn’t think of any. She never even knew they looked at her like that, as something to be desired. She honestly thought most Slytherins were disgusted by her as much as she was by them. Apparently, they were not above fucking her.

Hermione found her way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and sat down with her back leaning against a tree. She scolded herself for not seeing Snape’s involvement coming. They did tell her this was a tradition that started in the seventeenth century so clearly Snape was aware of it all. That he hadn’t participated until it was her that was chosen and he did so only because he hated her so much was more hurtful than she’d like to admit. She couldn’t deny the pleasure that exploded in her when he shagged her, though, and she hated herself for it. She hated those bloody Lust potions and the way her body couldn’t fight their effect.

Hermione had told herself there must be a way out of this. They couldn’t possibly use her like this until she graduated from Hogwarts. But her first official day as the new Slytherin toy was nearly over and helplessness overtook her. It was all so overwhelming and she hadn’t thought of any escape yet, and she had been thinking hard. It seemed that at least for the time being, there was nothing to be done but accept that she would be used by an entire Hogwarts house.

She dreaded going back inside to have dinner but her grumbling stomach forced her to her feet. On her way to the castle, it started to drizzle and she picked up the pace. She wasn’t inside for one minute before she was grabbed from behind and pushed inside a broom closet. She instinctively started to struggle but stopped when a voice whispered in a demanding tone. ‘Don’t fight me, little toy. I want to fuck you.’ The door closed behind them and shrouded the closet in darkness. She had no idea who it was that had taken her. She never saw his face and his voice didn’t sound very familiar.

He pushed her against the wall and lifted her skirt, his other hand reaching in front of her and grabbing her newly enlarged breast. ‘No underwear? You’re adjusting to your new role well.’ His warm palm rubbed over her right arse cheek, softly following the curve all the way down to her pussy. When he touched her wetness and rubbed it over her lips, Hermione moaned. It hadn’t been very long at all since she was fucked by Snape but she was already ready for more.

The guy behind her didn’t waste much time. He lowered his pants and underwear and slammed inside of her in no time at all. Hermione arched her back and cried out when he slammed into her so roughly. He only became rougher the longer he fucked her. He pushed her into the wall with his strong body, his entire weight behind the slams. The hand that had been massaging her breast was removed and he grabbed onto her hips with both hands. His hands were large and warm and it lit her body up. ‘Shit.’ He cursed and smacked her bottom hard. Hermione put her hands on the wall so her sensitive breasts had some space and didn’t hit the hard surface so roughly. She couldn’t resist the moans that left her mouth as another orgasm was building quickly. He never touched her clit, which she should be grateful for but her body was screaming at him to help her over the edge.

‘Yes, yes.’ He chanted right before he came deep inside of her, his hot seed both arousing her further and disgusting her. He pulled out and waited until his breathing returned to normal. Then the closet door opened and he disappeared, leaving Hermione against the hard wall, confused about what had happened. She was still aroused beyond words and she wasn’t sure if she preferred not to come while they used her. The orgasms they gave her added onto her guilt but not coming when she was so horny felt pretty terrible too. She needed a couple of minutes to calm down and fix herself. She cleaned herself from the stranger’s seed and straightened her clothes. There were voices outside the door so she waited until it was perfectly quiet outside before she dared to leave the dark closet. She hoped no one would be able to tell what she had been up to.

Harry and Ron didn’t seem to notice a thing when she joined them at the table. ‘You’re late.’ Harry said. Ron was engaged in conversation with Dean, something to do with Slytherin. Hermione still felt a bit flustered. ‘I was, uhh, at the library.’ She explained a little unsurely. Harry rolled his eyes and returned to his plate of mashed potatoes and sausage. ‘You really study too hard. The year’s only just begun.’ She was glad he was oblivious to her internal struggles. She was still so very horny and she had to cross her legs to stop herself from squirming in her seat too much. She hated the fact that she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear that day, her slickness seeped out of her each time she remembered the feeling of being fucked. She was afraid to stand up after dinner, worried her wetness would leak and show below her skirt.

Hermione stayed close to Harry and Ron as they walked back to the Gryffindor tower, careful not to look at her surroundings and accidentally catch the eye of a Slytherin. It was nearly eight and then she’d have two full hours to herself, after which she would go to bed. Not that she was safe there, Draco had proven that before. She stepped up the stairs and looked at Ron as he spoke. He looked at her too, his eyes firmly on her chest. His skin turned crimson straight away and he started to stutter mid-sentence. Hermione could cry. He must have noticed her breasts were much bigger, her hard nipples poking against her too tight blouse since she was so horny still. Harry didn’t look at her, he looked at Ron when he started to behave differently.

‘What’s wrong, Ron?’ He asked. Hermione was beginning to feel mortified and hoped Ron would not comment on it. He glanced at her breasts once more, the redness spreading all the way down to his neck. ‘N-Nothing.’ He promised Harry. Then he put a hand on his belly. ‘Ate too much I reckon.’ Hermione released a breath and crossed her arms over her chest. Tomorrow she would wear a bra again and she crossed her fingers no one would steal it.

Once she was up in her dorm room and could finally go to bed, Hermione was more exhausted than she had been in her entire life. It was mostly the stress that wore her out. The not knowing when someone would pull her aside and shag her. She was surprised and relieved to find she was not sore down there. She had been incredibly wet each time they used her, which prevented chafing. It was the only upside after her draining day of abuse. She was asleep in no time and dreamt of a cock springing free from behind black robes.

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It’s been a few weeks since Hermione had been made into a living sex toy for the house of Slytherin and she was constantly on edge. Each day was a new day of flinching when she came across a Slytherin in the hallway, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with any of them, and constantly keeping her friends close. She had turned into a skittish little mouse, almost afraid of her own shadow and she hated it. She hated them for ruining her life and changing her into this new, broken version of herself.

They were using her much more often these days. It seemed that they had eased her into it at first. The first week, only a few students used her each day but she was being shagged much more often now. She would start her day being fucked before breakfast had even started, and finished with another session after dinner. In between, she would be pulled into alcoves or empty rooms after class. She absolutely hated it and she hated how her heightened arousal distracted her from normal life, especially her schoolwork. She was desperately trying to come up with a way out of this. There were a few things she had thought of to get out of her situation but she wasn’t confident enough to actually put her plans into action or believed that it would really work.

She had been blackmailed into this so perhaps blackmail was her way out of it. The problem was, she had no leverage over any of them. One thing that had stuck with her was the way they had taken her pictures in the train. They had been very careful not to have their own faces in them. Perhaps she could arrange to have pictures taken that showed exactly who her abusers were while they raped her. Only, that way she would still be humiliated and she wasn’t even sure if anyone would believe her. The only thing she’d accomplish could very well be pissing them off and getting punished.

She had thought about going to the Headmaster or perhaps professor McGonagall. Surely they would give her the benefit of the doubt and try to help her but imagining the retaliation of the Slytherins scared her into submission for the time being. Being too scared to do anything right now, Hermione was determined to keep her eyes and ears open and wait until she saw an opportunity she was sure would get her out of her predicament.

There were a lot of students that grabbed her occasionally but she was starting to become a little more familiar with some of them. Montague used her very often and he liked to be quite rough. He also had a terrible preference for humiliation. Hermione always dreaded being with him, especially when he took her alone. When there were others in the room, he restrained himself more but when he was alone it was like all bets were off.

There were two boys a year below her who always took her together. One after the other they would fuck her, most often in an empty broom closet. She hadn’t learned their names yet but she hated being shagged by two younger boys, especially since they looked so juvenile. She felt like a paedophile when she came on their cocks.

Crabbe and Goyle usually had her together too, though Goyle sometimes grabbed her by himself. The two of them disgusted her with their heavy breathing on her neck and low grunts as they slapped flesh on flesh. At least they never lasted long. Small mercies.

Hermione was on her way to breakfast when she was grabbed by the wrist and dragged around the corner. ‘Adrian.’ She breathed when she finally got a good look at her handler. Adrian Pucey only started to use her after at least a week into this. He had been so gentle the first time he shagged her, whispering praises into her ear as he fucked her from behind in an empty classroom. He was one of the students she didn’t hate fucking as much. It was still rape but at least he was kind and didn’t humiliate her. She hated herself for individualizing the monsters that haunted her day and night, but any affection some of the boys showed her had her in tears from relief. Comparing students like Montague to Adrian made it impossible to see them both as the same kind of evil. Daphne's words all those weeks ago might have not been complete rubbish.

He looked at her with sparkling green eyes and leaned in for a kiss. She had learned Adrian really liked kissing her and although he was an excellent kisser, it felt wrong to Hermione. Kissing was such an intimate act, especially during sex. Just plain sex was different. When they only fucked her, she could focus on relieving her own tension and hate them afterwards for raping her but when he kissed her, it added something to their encounters. The way he kissed her so tenderly, it almost felt like he cared for her. It was too personal, too close. Through him, Hermione learned how much she could enjoy kissing, if it was with the right person.

‘Good morning.’ He smiled down at her, glancing at her swollen lips. ‘Morning, sir.’ Hermione responded softly. ‘I don’t have time now but I want to have you later. Wait for me after the Quidditch game. I’ll find you.’ Hermione nodded. Adrian smiled and pulled her into a tight hug, both of his hands on her bum. He groaned. ‘I really wish I had time now.’ He pulled back and sighed, a small smile on his lips. ‘I’ll see you later then.’ She bid him goodbye and sighed, secretly relieved she got away without cum somewhere in or on her body. She wouldn’t actually attend the Quidditch game since Gryffindor wasn’t playing. It would be too odd if she went. She would go near the end of the game and wait for him somewhere behind the stands.

Hermione tried to catch up with her friends, who had left the common room with her. She disappeared so often these days, they didn’t even bother to wait anymore. They had questioned her about it at first and Ron had gotten very angry with her a couple of times but she never gave them a good excuse and eventually they dropped it.

Right as she rounded a corner leading to the door of the Great Hall, she saw Theo standing there. He smirked when they made eye contact. Theo was one of the guys she wasn't as scared of. He had been relatively kind to her, especially on her initiation night, but he had become a little more rough after that. He walked up to her and pushed her back around the corner.

‘Right on time. Come with me.’ She was used so often around breakfast or dinner time, Hermione had lost some weight. She didn’t always get the chance to grab something to eat. Her stomach was flat as it could be and it made her larger breasts stand out more, much to Hermion's dismay. Theo flung an arm around her shoulder and let his hand brush over her breast. Hermione, who had just taken her Lust potion only twenty minutes before, shivered at the contact. Theo chuckled as they walked together.

‘Are you horny?’ He whispered in her ear and put his hand on her breast a little more firmly. ‘Yes, sir.’ She still felt embarrassed to admit it even though they all knew exactly how she felt. Theo’s thumb found her nipple over her bra and scraped his nail over it until it was so hard, it was visible through her clothing. ‘Let’s help you out with that.’ He guided her into an empty classroom and put up all the usual wards so they wouldn’t be found. ‘Please take your panties off.’ He said as he swung his wand around. Some students preferred her fully naked but a lot of them just shagged her underneath her skirt. She was glad this was such a time. It was pretty tiring to have to get dressed ten times a day.

He turned around and grabbed something Hermione didn’t recognize from his pocket, opening his palm to show it to her. The end of it had a green jewel in it with a large S on it. ‘We have left your arse alone after initiation since your reaction was pretty volatile but we have decided it’s time to be able to use you fully. This is a butt plug. You will wear it every day, all day until one of us wants to fuck you in the arse or you have to go to the bathroom. It will stretch you up a bit so anal won’t be too painful for you.’ He explained. Hermione looked at the dildo-looking thing with wide eyes. She had been so very relieved that no one had breached the entrance to her bum again but now her reprieve was over. It looked much too big to fit in her bum. Then again, so had Montague’s prick and he had fit that in there as well.

He walked up to her to show it more fully. ‘I will teach you a spell to clean yourself down there. After each bathroom visit you will use it on yourself and you will clean the plug. We want to be able to fuck your arse whenever we want without having to worry about getting a dirty cock. Now go bend over the table. I’ll put it in for you this time.’

Hermione was nervous about having that thing up her bum all day but she knew telling him no was not an option. In the last few weeks, she had tried to say no once and the punishment had been worse than the one on initiation night. So Hermione walked to the table and dutifully bend over. He bunched up her skirt to the waist and caressed her thigh until he reached her exposed pussy, which was dripping when his hand reached it. ‘Open your legs more.’ She widened her stance and tried to look back to see what he was doing. He looked back at her and smiled. The butt plug lied on the table, forgotten as he slid into her warmth, keeping eye contact with her as he sheathed himself inside fully. Both of them groaned.

‘You feel so good. I don’t know how you manage to stay so tight.’ He put his hands on her bum and spread her cheeks open wide, exposing her little hole to the cool air. She watched him put his thumb in his mouth and pulled it out covered in saliva. ‘Not as tight as this though.’ He pressed his slick thumb against her arse until it popped in. Hermione groaned and felt incredibly embarrassed as she felt herself release a wave of wetness. He held his thumb firmly in place and began moving his hips, shoving himself in deeper before retracting and picking up a calm pace. The pressure inside of both holes made for a much more arousing experience, something she had not expected. Last time she had something in her arse was not a good experience at all.

Hermione couldn’t stop the moans that left her body as he built up her orgasm slowly but surely. The first orgasm of the day always came pretty fast and this time was no different. Theo circled his thumb inside of her, stretching her until he could fit two fingers inside. ‘That’s it.’ He said as a loud moan left her mouth when he slipped two fingers inside. ‘You’re loving this, aren’t you?’ He said teasingly. ‘I know I am.’ He said and pulled his cock from her pussy. Surely it was dripping in her juices, she was so wet.

When he put his cock against her arse, she tensed and tried to pull away. He put a hand on her back and tried to soothe her. ‘Shh, it’s alright. I’ll go slow. Just relax and let me in.’ Hermione focussed on her muscles and very consciously relaxed them as best as she could. ‘That’s it. Very good.’ He pushed a bit harder and the tip of his cock slipped inside. He stopped to let her adjust and caressed her bum.

‘You’re doing so good. Taking my cock so well. Can I go further?’ He asked, the strain in his voice clear. He was holding himself back so he wouldn’t hurt her. And that was the difference between some of the boys. Most didn’t care if she got hurt, some even liked it. Hermione took a deep breath to relax even further and nodded. ‘Yes, sir.’ He didn’t hesitate and pushed himself in much deeper, a low groan leaving his throat and his hands tightening their grip on her hips. The sudden fullness made her pussy throb harder. It was a bit painful but the pain was quite pleasurable.

‘Please.’ She pleaded, feeling like she really needed to come. She was nearly there, if only he would push her over the edge. Theo pulled his cock back a bit but didn’t pull it out fully. His hands went underneath them and his fingers came to rest on her swollen clit. As he rubbed it hard, he slammed himself back inside fully. It was more than enough to make her come. She came undone, clenching hard around his thrusting cock and moaning like she was nothing more than a Knockturn Alley whore.

Theo cursed softly and picked up the pace, intruding her little hole harder and faster until he too shuddered and found his release. When he was done spurting his seed against her walls, he was breathing hard and reached out to caress along her back. Hermione looked back at him and found his eyes glazy with lust and his skin shining with a light sheen of sweat. She must look similar. He bent down and pressed a kiss on her bare bum, his cock slipping out of her. ‘That was perfect. Let me clean you up and show you the spell.’ The spill of seed still felt uncomfortable for Hermione but the amount of times she had to experience it had made her somewhat immune to the feeling.

Theo showed her the wand movement and pronounced the incantation clearly and her arse tingled a little. Hermione was certain she would be able to perform it herself next time it was necessary. Theo took a little tube of lube out of his pocket and coated her arse generously in it. ‘Try to relax again. It’s not as big as my cock so it’ll be easier.’ He winked at her before focussing on her still exposed holes and pressing the plug until it plopped inside. He had stretched her out enough so it didn’t hurt. ‘Perfect.’ He commented and twisted the plug to make the S stand up right. She was truly claimed as Slytherin’s property.

Hermione stood up and covered herself with her skirt. Walking around with this thing up her bum would be uncomfortable. ‘Do I have to sleep with it, sir?’ She asked as Theo was straightening himself out. ‘Yes, love. You can only take it out on your day off. Otherwise, you’re to have it in the entire time.’ She nodded politely but she wasn’t very happy with her new assignment. She reached down and grabbed her panties from the floor, glad Theo wasn’t one of those who liked to steal her underwear.

‘May I use lube to put it in?’ She asked. She observed his face as he clearly thought it over. His blue eyes were very light and the look in them made him look like he was quite sharp. They turned determined when he reached in his pocket and took out a little bottle and handed it to her. ‘You may. Let me know when you need more.’ She took it gratefully and carefully stuffed it away far down in her bag. ‘Thank you, sir.’

Theo grabbed her hand and pulled her closer so he could press a kiss to her forehead. It was gentle and quite nice after what they’d just done. He acted a bit more affectionate than others sometimes and Hermione had fewer breakdowns when they did. It did make it harder to hate them and she felt guilty for it sometimes.

‘Let me walk you out.’ He lifted the wards on the classroom and opened the door for them, letting her out first. They separated quickly after that. Hermione had learned that the Slytherins were very good at keeping this a secret. Their poker faces were impeccable and they never acknowledged her in a way that would be suspicious to her friends.

She never reached the Great Hall for breakfast. She was pulled aside and into a seclusive alcove by someone she didn’t know. He pushed her against the wall, lifted up her skirt, and slammed into her without much hesitation. He grunted behind her like an animal as he fucked her hard but shallow. She didn’t feel much and she suspected he wasn’t very gifted in the genital department. She was grateful for it since he was quite rough with her. If he’d had a big cock too, she would’ve been destroyed inside out. He came rather quickly and left her alone without saying a word. Hermione sighed and cleaned herself from his dripping cum. By the time he was done with her, breakfast was over and class was about to start. Her stomach was grumbling with all the ‘exercise’ she had gotten already so she decided to risk it and go down to the kitchen.

She picked up a brisk pace since she really hated being late and moved along the hallways as quickly as she could. She tickled the pear and she was let into the kitchen, where lots of elves were cleaning up the mess from breakfast. Of course they were pleased to help her to something to eat. A bagel in her hand, she rushed up and headed towards the transfiguration classroom. She would only be a few minutes late if she hurried on. Picking up a slow jog, she rounded the corner and bumped straight into a solid, black-clad chest.

She looked up from beneath her lashes and got chills to see the person she had run into was none other than professor Snape. He looked down his nose at her, no other expression on his face than the slight upturn of the corners of his lips. She was reminded of the time he had fucked her in his classroom. Her knickers got soaked at the memory.

‘And what do we have here?’ He looked at his watch. ‘Not only are you running in the hallway, you are late for class, aren’t you, miss Granger?’ His deep baritone voice vibrated through the air and made her shiver. ‘I’m sorry, sir.’ She looked down at the floor, hoping he wouldn’t give her detention. ‘Yes, I imagine you will be.’ She looked back up and saw a glint in his eyes.

‘Please, sir. I was only getting something to eat. I’ve missed many meals already. I was hungry.’ She pleaded, hoping somewhere underneath that black chest beat a heart. He looked her over, scrutinizing her frame. ‘You do seem to have lost some weight. Pray tell, miss Granger. Why have you missed so many meals?’ He implored. She felt her cheeks colour slightly. ‘I’ve been busy, sir.’ She responded softly, her eyes on the floor again. ‘Don’t give me vague answers. I neither have patience for it nor the time.’ He reproached her. ‘I’ve been busy pleasuring my Masters, sir.’

It was quiet after her words. Scared that he might be angry with her, she looked up and found him looking at her with a curious look in his eyes. ‘I will have a word with my students. It is not our intention to starve you. That being said, if you ever find yourself struggling like this you can always tell someone. Your problem will be discussed and decided on. You may not always get what you want but in this case I’m certain that you will be given more time for meals.’

For a moment, Hermione was too shocked to speak. ‘Thank you, sir.’ She blurted out after staring for too long. He gave her a curt nod. She tried to walk past him, thinking he was done with her but he stepped in front of her. ‘Ah, ah. You still need to be punished for your behaviour. You are late for class and you were running in the hall. That is unacceptable behaviour. I don’t want to make you even later so I’ll punish you properly on another date. For now, I will give you an assignment. Who is your least favourite Master?’ Hermione didn’t have to think too long on it but she was reluctant to tell him. Nothing good could come from it.

His eyes narrowed in silent warning and it didn’t take long before she relented. ‘Graham Montague, sir.’ He nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. ‘You will announce to your friends that you are dating him. I will inform him of you punishment. Remember, this is only part of it. I will seek you out to finish it.’ He informed. Hermione’s eyes widened in panic. Montague as her boyfriend, no one would believe her. They were never even seen together. ‘Please, sir. They won’t go for it. He’s not even in our year.’ She begged.

He held up a hand to silence her. ‘No arguing, unless you want to add on your punishment.’ He rose a questioning eyebrow and she quickly shook her head. ‘You will tell your friends you and Montague are together and they will believe it. You will make sure of it. It will explain why you disappear so often. You were spending time with your beloved boyfriend.’ He smirked cruelly. ‘Now off to class. And I will check to see if you have done as you’re told. Do not disappoint me, miss Granger.’

Finally, he let her pass as she tried to go to class. Only this time she wished he hadn’t, not with the assignment he had given her. She dragged her feet and only opened the classroom door after a deep and heavy sigh, willing her tears not to fall. Professor McGonagall was obviously not too happy about her being late but she let her in without much fuss. Ron and Harry gave her a look but Hermione didn’t respond other than a small smile. The lesson went by much too quickly for Hermione’s liking. She was dreading having to talk to her friends but getting it over sooner rather than later might be better. Otherwise she would be nervous all day.

Harry didn’t waste any time when they were outside the classroom. ‘You were late.’ He sounded a bit flabbergasted. ‘What happened? You’re never late.’ Ron added on, a worried frown on his face. ‘I-well…’ She hesitated but continued after Ron pressed on. She sighed. ‘I supposed I should have told you this much sooner. I’ve been seeing someone.’ She bit her lip and waited for her friends to explode. Ron started to turn a bit red, starting at the cheeks and slowly spreading out. ‘WHAT?’ He shouted, attracting unwanted attention from others in the hallway.

‘Who is it?’ Harry asked, much more calmly. Hermione braced herself even further. ‘Graham Montague.’ It stayed silent for a little while and Hermione could see it sink in. ‘WHAT?’ Harry shouted. ‘Hermione, he’s awful. We’ve played against him. He’s a cheater and he plays dirty. How could you date him?’ The hurt was clear in his eyes. ‘He’s not like that with me.’ She cringed internally. Defending such a cruel man was proving to be more difficult than expected. She had to sell it though or Snape would punish her. ‘He really isn’t. He’s kind and smart and he makes me laugh.’

Suddenly, an arm was flung over her shoulder and she was pulled against someone’s side. ‘You flatter me, sweetheart.’ Montague kissed her cheek and grinned at her wickedly. Harry and Ron’s mouths were hanging open, their eyes darting from her to her supposed boyfriend. They were stunned into silence. ‘Don’t you have to get to your next class? Arithmancy is it?’ When she nodded, he grinned a little wider. ‘See, I do listen.’ He leaned in and pressed a solid kiss on her lips.

‘Before you go, I have something for you.’ He pulled a green scarf from his bag and draped it around her neck. ‘I’ll see you at the game. I love how supportive you are.’ He pressed another kiss on her lips, patted her bottom lightly, and ran off with a wave. ‘See you later.’ She called after him. It all happened so fast, she was a bit too shocked to form normal sentences. Turning back towards her friends, it was clear that they believed it. It was also clear that they weren’t very happy. ‘You’re going to cheer him on?’ Harry crossed his arms angrily. ‘Well, he is my boyfriend. And it’s not like Gryffindor’s playing.’ She defended herself, crossing her own arms as well. ‘What if we were?’ He asked. ‘What will you do when we play against them?’

‘I’ll cheer for both.’ She said decidedly. ‘You can’t. Only one team can win. You’ll have to choose, Hermione. Us or him.’ Ron said, still red from anger. Hermione rolled her eyes. ‘Honestly, don’t be so childish. It’s just a game. We have a class to get to.’ She cut them off and walked away before she’d start crying. It was so hard to lie to them and defend the one person she despised so much.

Harry and Ron ignored her for the rest of the day and part of her felt like they were acting ridiculous. They didn’t know how truly awful he was. That he was cruel and liked to humiliate her. All they knew was that he was a cheater in Quidditch and a general jerk to people. Still, that didn’t give them reason to be so horrible to her. She had enough going on in her life, losing her friends would crush her beyond repair.

The day flew by and before she knew it, she had to get ready for the game. She hadn’t planned on going but Montague had forced her hand. She had to meet Adrian after so it wasn’t that inconvenient. She put on a thick sweater and her jeans. It got quite windy up in the stands so she threw on her winter coat too. The scarf remained safely hidden in her bag and it would only come out far away from the Gryffindor tower.

She heard the whispers around her as she passed through the common room. She raised her head, squared her shoulders and ignored them all. She only let her tears fall where no one could see. Once she reached the Quidditch field, she realised that she had sex with every single team member and her cheeks started to burn. Once she was seated in a spot where there weren’t too many other people, she took the scarf and flung it around her neck. A green scarf with the word Slytherin around her neck and a plug up her bum with a green jewel and the letter S. She never felt more like Slytherin’s whore than in that moment.

Since Hermione never cared much for Quidditch, she took a book from her bag and read it instead of watching them fly , chasing and throwing balls around. She’d rather catch up on her homework. The two hours she was granted each day was a tight fit for everything she wanted to achieve. She usually spent at least half of her day off catching up.

About half an hour into the game, Blaise sat down beside her. ‘Granger.’ He greeted. ‘Fancy seeing you here.’ He looked at her. ‘A little birdy told me you got yourself a boyfriend.’ He raised his eyebrows and smiled cheekily. ‘Want to tell me how that happened?’ She really didn’t but she knew it wasn’t a real question. So she quickly told him what happened with Snape. Blaise chuckled a few times during her story. ‘I will give him points for creativity. I’m surprised he’s taken an interest in you. He doesn’t usually do that.’ Lucky me, Hermione thought.

‘Well.’ He moved a little closer and draped a warm, green blanket over the two of them. ‘Since we’re both here and not really watching the game, why don’t we have some fun?’ He fumbled around underneath the blanket and grabbed her hand. He put it on his crotch and she noticed his pants were down. Only his underwear was between her hand and his prick. She turned bright red. ‘Someone will see.’ She whispered and looked around. They were sitting in a pretty secluded corner and there weren’t very many people around but she was still afraid someone might notice.

‘They won’t. Go on and jerk me off.’ He pulled his underwear down just far enough to let his cock out. Blaise grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He looked her in the eyes and spat on her palm. He then guided her hand back to his cock. Hermione took it in her hand and started to move it up and down slowly, scared someone might see the movement underneath the blanket.

Blaise leaned back and sighed, enjoying himself and letting her work him without another word. Hermione tried to focus on pleasuring him so she’d be done quicker but she couldn’t stop looking around to make sure no one was watching. She twirled her thumb around the tip of his seeping cock and smeared his precum around his shaft. ‘So how are you adjusting to your new role?’ He asked casually, as if she wasn’t secretly jerking him off. She kept going as she answered.

‘It’s difficult, sir.’ She responded softly. ‘Are you not enjoying all the sex you’re having?’ She really wished he would keep his voice down. ‘Physically, I am forced to because of the potions. I would stop if I had the chance.’ She explained calmly. They must know it. Surely they weren’t so naïve to think that she would genuinely want to be their fucktoy.

‘Is that so.’ He murmured out loud, clearly mulling something over in his mind. He visibly snapped out of it. ‘Well, at least you’re doing a good job. And you’re getting off a lot. That must be fun.’ He commented. Fun wasn’t the word she’d use. Forced, yes. Inevitable, also yes. Just the feeling of his large cock in her small hand made her wetter.

‘I’m close.’ He said. Hermione was relieved. Her wrist was starting to feel tired. ‘I really want to come in your mouth.’ Blaise looked around the stands and Hermione panicked a little. There was no way they could get away with that. He lifted the blanket a little and stared at the way her hand moved on his cock. ‘This will have to do then. Squeeze my balls.’ He said.

Hermione took his balls in her hand and squeezed while she rolled them. He took over where she left off and moved his own hand around his throbbing erection. It didn’t take long before he spurted all over both their hands, a soft grunt deep in his throat. It was revolting but much preferred over getting it in her mouth in front of everyone.

He swirled his wand and it was all gone. ‘That was fun. Now it’s your turn. Pull down your pants.’ He commanded with a grin at the look on her face. ‘You don’t have to do that, sir.’ She tried but he shook his head. ‘I know I don’t have to, I want to. Go on.’ He nodded. With great reluctance, she pulled until her pants were just underneath her underwear. His hand slipped between her barely opened legs and he tutted her. ‘Come on, Granger. Open up for me. Lower your pants.’ She obeyed and pulled her pants low enough so she could open her legs wide enough for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

He immediately cupped her mound and rubbed the wet spot on her knickers. ‘Hmm, nice and wet. Did touching my cock get you wet?’ He asked while looking into her eyes. Embarrassment flooded through her. ‘Yes, sir.’ She responded honestly. His fingers deftly parted her lips over her knickers and he continued to rub her. She gasped when he brushed over her clit. Wetness gushed out and soaked both her knickers and his fingers. He slipped inside of her underwear and touched her directly with his warm fingers. ‘Very nice.’ He commented as he slipped two fingers inside her dripping heat. She couldn’t help but hum in agreement.

One of his fingers brushed over the jewel sticking out of her bum and his eyes widened. ‘That’s right! Theo put it in today.’ He groaned. ‘I really wish I could see it.’ He pulled out of her pussy and grabbed the plug, twisting it and gently pulling and pushing. She burned with shame when she felt her orgasm approach as he played with her arse. ‘I’ve never had something up my arse but looking at you right now might make me reconsider.’ He said as he gazed into her lust-filled eyes.

‘Have you had an orgasm with that thing in yet?’ He asked. ‘No, sir-oohh’ She moaned when he focussed his attention fully on her clit. ‘You will soon.’ He turned to pretend to watch the game but kept rubbing her underneath the blanket, making her breathe hard and flush red.

Her orgasm approached very rapidly and she had trouble sitting still in her seat. Blaise returned his full attention to her as her orgasm washed over her. He slipped his fingers back inside of her and hummed contently at the feeling of her clenching walls. Hermione fought against her moans, biting on her bottom lip to keep quiet.

‘How did it feel? With the plug inside.’ He asked once she was done coming. She didn’t have to consider it very long. ‘Full. It felt full.’ He raised an eyebrow at her. ‘Was it better?’ He continued to prod. Hermione discretely pulled her pants back up. The feeling of her soaked panties made her cringe. ‘It was.’ She responded softly. He stared at her for a moment and looked quite thoughtful.

‘You used to be so eloquent.’ He commented. ‘I try not to say too much. I might get punished if I’m not careful.’ She responded a bit sharply. He contemplated it for a second and smiled. ‘You don’t have to be afraid of that with me. I’d like you to speak your mind. Just be yourself. Of course I’d like you to be respectful but I won’t punish you if you slip up.’ Hermione let his statement sink in and nodded slowly. Perhaps there was an opportunity there.

The two of them watched the rest of the game together in silence. He seemed as uninterested in the sport as she was, which made her wonder why he was there in the first place. Perhaps he was a good friend to those on the team and he came to support them. Or he knew she’d be there and wanted to play with her. Either way, she was not particularly happy that he joined her there. There weren’t many places left in Hogwarts where she felt safe and now the Quidditch pitch was ruined as well.

When the game was over, Hermione followed Blaise down the stairs but stayed behind, waiting for Adrian close to the bottom of the stand she had been in. It would take some time before he’d be done showering and getting dressed so she grabbed a book, sat down on the ground, and resumed her reading. Keeping up with her homework really was becoming an ordeal. Often, she was too tired to do much at the end of the day. Usually, she got up earlier so she could get something done but it was tiring her quickly.

It didn’t take longer than twenty minutes before Adrian walked up to her. His hair was damp and messy from showering and he smiled widely at her as he approached. ‘Congratulations.’ She offered a small smile of her own. Slytherin had won the game quite spectacularly. His smiled grew a bit wider. ‘Thanks.’ He glanced around to make sure no one of the other team was still around and pressed a kiss on her lips. ‘Come celebrate with me.’ He took her hand and entwined their fingers.

He pulled her along towards the forbidden forest. He stopped right at the edge and pushed her against a tree, kissing her and feeling her curves with his warm hands. Hermione kissed him back, the feeling of his lips on hers warming her from the inside out. He pulled back and grinned at her flushed face. ‘You look so beautiful.’ She fought to hate him, she really did, but when he spoke like that to her and looked at her with his warm, green eyes, it was impossible not to believe he truly meant it.

He looked over her shoulder and around the tree and started to unzip her coat. Hermione tensed up. They were still only at the edge of the forest and anyone who was close could see them, not to mention that Hagrid’s cabin was very near. He opened her coat and lifted her sweater, revealing her bra clad chest to the cold air.

‘Sir, someone could see.’ She nervously glanced around and tried to listen for footsteps but it seemed that no one was around. His eyes sparkled with excitement. ‘I know. It’s part of the fun.’ He took her breasts in both hands and circled her nipples with his thumbs, looking at them like they were something magical. She had transfigured her bras to be bigger, since the old size didn’t fit anymore. It would be a waste to throw them away and buy new ones so she taught herself the spell.

Adrian fiddled with her pants but he couldn’t get the button to open and ge the zipper down. ‘Take them off for me, love.’ He whispered in a husky breath, choosing to suckle on her neck while she pulled her pants down. Once they were, he turned her around and pushed her against the tree, her sensitive nipples brushing against the hard wood making her gasp. He rocked his hips against her bum, he was still fully clothed. ‘You feel so good.’ He whispered in her ear and slid his hands over her hips until he reached her bum.

One arm reached around her and he slipped his fingers inside of her underwear. ‘So good.’ He groaned again. He pushed harder against her body, forcing her face to rest against the tree. He played with her pussy for a little while but he didn’t have the patience to wait much longer. He fumbled around with his robes and released his erection. He swiftly pulled her panties down and slid himself into her slick opening. She was more than ready to be filled by him. The orgasm Blaise had given her had relieved the tension for the time being but there was nothing like coming on a cock.

He pulled on her hair to turn her face towards him so he could kiss her while he pushed inside deeper. She was filled to the brim with him, his cock deep inside her pussy and his tongue finding hers inside her mouth. He suckled on her bottom lip before letting it go, grabbing her hips, and pumping in and out of her faster. Hermione put her hands on the tree to brace herself, moaning as he hit a certain sensitive spot inside of her. Having the plug up her bum made her feel so incredibly full, it was naughty and it made her feel incredibly aroused.

Adrian stopped moving to spread her cheeks and look at her new asset. ‘It looks very pretty on you.’ He twisted it slightly, making her gasp out and moan. ‘Can I take you in there or are you sore? It must be strange to suddenly have it in all day.’ He asked in a thick voice. She glanced over her shoulder, worry in her eyes. ‘I’m a bit sore, sir. I’d rather not.’ She said softly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, a soft smile on his lips. ‘That’s fine. Your pussy is more than satisfying. You feel incredibly tight with that thing in.’

He wrapped his arms around her to pull her up fully, holding her very close to his own body. He slipped his hand underneath her bra and cupped one of her full breasts, slowly thrusting in and out of her. His other hand moved down her started to work on her little clit. She was already close to coming and the moment he touched her down there, her orgasm rippled over her. Her back arched on its own and she pushed into him more as she moaned.

He held her up during her orgasm, otherwise she’d probably fallen to the ground. ‘You look so pretty when you come.’ He whispered in her ear, still steadily fucking her from behind. ‘I’m close too. Where do you want me to come?’ He was breathing hard and his voice was deep and husky. He was no professor Snape but his voice did things to her too. She never liked it when they came in one of her holes, the feeling of it dripping out was quite disgusting but she had to admit it was an arousing feeling too. And especially with Adrian, since she didn’t dislike him.

She was caught up in the moment when she told him to come inside of her. He groaned and bit her neck as he started to push harder and faster. ‘Such a good girl. Asking daddy to come inside of her.’ He whispered in her neck, snapping her out of the lust-filled haze she had been lost in. What did he just say?

He thrusted erratically, pushing him inside as deep as he could reach and filled her up with his cum. He kept hold of her for a long moment after, just holding on to her body and calming himself down as his high ebbed away. When he let go, they both got dressed in silence. The silence was uncomfortable for two reasons. First, Adrian was usually more chatty so he was acting quite out of character. And second, they both knew she heard what he said and they were ignoring it quite notably.

‘I’ll walk you back to the castle.’ He held out his arm to let her go first. There was no smile on his face, he usually had one after sex. Actually, he was an all-around smiley guy. They walked beside each other but the tense silence was becoming unbearable. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ Hermione asked, choosing to make it about her supposed insecurities and not his slip up. It might be easier for him to talk about it that way.

‘No, of course not. You were great.’ He responded quickly. ‘It’s just-well, you heard what I said. You must think I’m crazy.’ Hermione frowned and shook her head. ‘It’s not the strangest thing I’ve heard when guys come.’ She smiled softly and looked into his startingly green eyes. He chuckled and ran a hand through his now dry but still messy hair. ‘I believe you.’

He sighed as they waked past the lake. ‘I have some sexual preferences that I’ve never shared with anyone. Well, I tried once with my ex but she wasn’t very open. I decided not to bring it up again. But with you…’ He looked at her with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. ‘Perhaps we can try some things?’ He phrased it as a question but in reality, he could do whatever he liked with her. She wouldn’t be able to say no without risking punishment.

‘What sort of things?’ She asked a bit hesitantly. He hesitated as well, before gathering his courage and speaking up. ‘Well, there are many things I would want to try. I think the one that excites me most is public sex. I like the risk of getting caught. It makes it so much more exciting to me.’ He put a hand up before she could protest. ‘I would never let anyone see you of course. We promised this was a secret and it is. But there are ways around it. Changing the colour of your hair or a mask. Would you be open to trying? Do you trust me enough?’ He asked.

Hermione nodded, feeling a bit of pressure not to deny her Master even though he framed it as a question. He let out a breath of relief and grinned. He seemed encouraged by her answer. ‘I also like to think of you as my girl. I’ve never been one to have casual sex so pretending you are mine makes it easier. I’d like to take care of what’s mine. I think that’s where what I said came from. I have the urge to care for you and I would like it if you’d call me daddy every once in a while.’ He blushed as he spoke but he still looked hopeful.

She didn’t have it in her to break his heart, as his girlfriend had. The way he treated her and spoke to her made her think he didn’t realize just how much power he had over her. She had to do whatever any Slytherin wanted or face severe punishment. Of course she’d do what he asked. Still, she was glad to be treated as a human being who had the ability to make choices. It was part of why she preferred him over her other abusers.

They stopped in front of the entrance to the castle, ready to separate before they were spotted together. ‘We can try it out.’ She gave in. He smiled and leaned in for a last kiss. ‘I’ll see you later, daddy.’ She whispered, blushing as she did. His eyes grew comically wide and much darker. Perhaps these boys weren’t the only ones with power. Adrian might be a delusional, naïve boy who had no idea how terrible this was for her but perhaps it could be to her advantage. The way he looked at her, it seemed almost as if he'd do anything for her.

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Pretending to date Montague was not an easy task. She struggled to defend him in front of her entire house and people started to shun her. He was dislikes by other houses as well so even her friends in Ravenclaw looked at her differently. He took every opportunity to show she was his as well, kissing and touching her in front of others. He seemed very happy that they could fool around and not be afraid someone might catch them. They were together after all. It also meant that they had a lot more sex since he could seek her out whenever he wanted. He’d already used her very frequently but these days he took her daily, sometimes more than once a day.

She sighed and rolled her eyes when she spotted Montague in the library, clearly looking for her. Hermione mostly studied in her dorm these days but it was hard to focus with so many other people around. At least the library was quiet but she was also weary someone might find her and want to shag her. And now he did. He grinned when he saw her and immediately made his way over. Montague wasn’t unattractive. In fact, he was considered very handsome. It was just his cruel tendencies that made Hermione dislike him so much. He liked to humiliate and hurt her and she dreaded being with him every single time.

She was sat on the bench in the window frame, a table filled with books and parchment in front of her. It was a pretty secluded corner, hidden behind bookshelves. Still, he managed to find her. He slid in behind her, a leg on each side of her hips. ‘There’s my pretty girlfriend. I was looking for you.’ His hands immediately found her breasts and he squeezed hard, making her gasp in both arousal and pain.

‘Snape really is a talented wizard.’ He said as he weighed and massaged her enlarged breasts. ‘Maybe I’ll put in a motion to make them even bigger.’ He hummed beside her ear. Hermione panicked a little bit, on the inside. It had taken so long to get used to her new breasts, she really didn’t want them any bigger. It would be obscene. On the other side, Montague liked to humiliate and tease her so his words didn’t hold any truth to them per se. He could just be teasing her.

He dropped his hands to her stomach when someone walked past their isle. When he was gone, he started to unbutton her blouse. She expected him to stop when her breasts were revealed but he continued and fully opened her bouse. He unclasped her bra and ordered her to take it off when he didn’t manage. She slid the straps down her arms and took her bra off, hunching over a bit in the hopes of hiding her naked breasts behind her blouse. Luckily, Montague buttoned her up again, leaving the top few open so she’d show some cleavage. He tucked her bra in his bag, saving it for Merlin knows what. He went back to playing with her breasts, only this time there was only one layer of fabric between his skin and hers. It was easier for him to tease her nipples with his nails and pinch them until they were painfully hard. ‘I so enjoy taking your underwear. The look of pure shame when you walk around knowing everyone can see them jiggle up and down and even spot your lovely nipples when they look closely is such fun for me.’

One of his hands slipped beneath her skirt and immediately sought out her wet core, inserting two fingers underneath her knickers and pumping them in and out slowly. Hermione bit on her lip to suppress a moan. ‘How many guys do you think have masturbated to the thought of your luscious breasts?’ He spoke softly into her ear. ‘Everyone in Slytherin of course but I see the way others look at you. I’m sure that little ginger friend of yours can’t think of anything else when he jerks his rod. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and he’s not the only Gryffindor. What do you think your friends would say if they ever found out you’ve been fucking an entire house?’ His crude words made her burn with embarrassment but the wetness drowning his fingers proved it excited her as well.

‘I’m sure they’d be pretty mad at first. But then, after showing them these marvellous tits…’ He squeezed one quite hard, making her gasp out. ‘They wouldn’t hesitate to join.’ He slipped his fingers from her pussy and wiped them on her skirt. He pulled down her knickers fully and fished out his cock, hiding it beneath her spread out skirt. ‘They’d never get the chance, though. You are ours only. Now sit on my cock.’ Before she had the chance to obey, he positioned himself and pulled her down on one hard tug, impaling her on his hard erection.

He moaned softly, burying his face in her hair to muffle the sound. ‘Do you ever think of your Gryffindor friends when you’re being fucked?’ He asked as he started to tilt his hips up to fill her more fully. ‘Or anyone else for that matter.’ He added. ‘No, sir. I never think of others.’ And it was the truth. Often, she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to think of anything else. And in some cases, she was too scared to. She had to focus and be cautious not to anger her Masters so thinking of other men wasn’t on her mind at all. There really wasn’t anyone she’d like to think of either. There was no romance in her life nor did she want it.

‘Interesting.’ He murmured. He leaned back in the window sill. ‘Now ride me, witch.’ Hermione only reached the floor with her toes so she brought her legs up on the bench and put her weight on her knees as she slid up and down his hard cock. She was grateful he kept his moans and grunts to a minimum, otherwise they might get caught. Hermione froze mid-cock when someone passed their isle again, and released a breath when the girl was gone. Montague chuckled in her ear and pulled on her hips to make her move again. ‘So tense. You’re not afraid to get caught, are you?’ He teased. ‘I am, sir. If we get caught…’ She trailed off and immediately stopped moving when a student from Slytherin passed their isle and looked her straight in the eye. Their private parts were hidden beneath the table and the fabric of her skirt but her position on his lap was odd to say the least and seeing the grin on the boy’s face, he knew it too.

He walked up to them and leaned his hip against the table. Hermione stayed as still as she could with a cock up her pussy. ‘Fuck off, Richie. We’re busy here.’ Montague barked at the boy. Hermione didn’t recognize him, he seemed quite young. ‘He’s in his third year.’ He whispered into her ear, adjusting himself underneath her. ‘Come on, at least let me watch.’ The boy pleaded, an excited sparkle in his eyes. Montague pulled out his wand and aimed it at the boy, whose grin dropped at the sight. ‘You know the rules, now get the fuck out.’ The boy frowned and stomped out of there. Hermione was relieved Montague stuck to the rules and she didn’t have to fuck with an audience. ‘Fucking entitled kids.’ Montague mumbled as he started to fuck up into her again.

There was no more teasing or dirty talk from Montague after the boy left. He moved his hips up and down sharper and faster, fully focussed on making himself come. Hermione had been very close herself when he filled her pussy up with seed and pulled out. It was very frustrating but she wouldn’t ask him to help her out. He slid out from behind her and whispered one last thing before he left. ‘Keep your blouse like that today.’ There were enough buttons loose to give her noticeable cleavage and since she had no bra on and her nipples were so hard after being teased and pinched they were very visible. She was mortified.

It was another day of many glances at her chest for Hermione, including her friends. Even Harry wasn’t as oblivious as before anymore. His green eyes darted from her face to her breasts and back when they met in class. Most people noticed and they looked, even the professors. Hermione was dragged into empty classrooms or alcoves frequently between classes but they did give her more time to eat.

On her way to Potions, she ran into Adrian, who pulled her aside and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, he looked her up and down with a smile, his eyes lingering on her breasts for a moment. ‘You look lovely today.’ His hand moved from her neck to her cleavage, the tips of his fingers brushing the skin between her bare breasts. ‘Who is it that keeps stealing your bras? I must give him my thanks.’ His thumb slipped beneath her blouse and brushed over her nipple, making her shiver and moan softly.

‘Montague, sir.’ Adrian hummed and nodded approvingly. ‘He’s an arse but not all of his ideas are bad.’ He grinned and pressed against her nipple before pulling his hand away fully. ‘Actually, I have to get to class soon and so do you but I wanted to ask you to join me to Hogsmeade this Sunday. I’d like to give this public sex thing a go, if you’re still open to it?’ He asked a bit awkwardly, as if he was ashamed. Hermione didn’t like the thought of having sex at Hogsmeade while everyone was there but she had made him a promise and she wasn’t planning on breaking it. He could take her whichever way he wanted to anyway.

‘I’m willing to try, yes.’ Hermione answered equally awkwardly. Adrian smiled as brightly as the sun. ‘Good. We’ll go at noon. Wear a skirt.’ He winked and kissed her goodbye before he went to his own class. Hermione sighed and already dreaded the weekend.

Potions was terrible for Hermione. Her nipples were hard after her encounter with Adrian and she could feel nearly everyone stare when she walked into the room, even her own housemates. Someone even whispered ‘slag’ when she walked past their desk. She felt humiliated and to make things worse, she was soaking wet all through the lesson. She hadn’t been shagged before it and she was very horny. Having Snape teach the class didn’t help either. The memory of him fucking her and giving her the best orgasm of her life had her pussy dripping before he even opened his mouth to start class.

Snape asked her to stay behind again, earning her curious looks from her friends since she hadn’t messed up this time. Hermione herself felt her pussy flutter at the thought of another session but at the same time she was nervous. She still had punishment coming, as if having to pretend to be with Montague wasn’t punishment enough.

‘Come to me, miss Granger.’ He ordered and bend over to retrieve a pink box from a drawer. It was decorated with red and black ribbons and it made her wonder what on earth was in there. ‘Your remaining punishment will take place tonight. You will come to my quarters at precisely nine o’clock dressed in this. Only this.’ He shoved the box towards her. ‘At eight o’clock you will take a bath and drink this.’ He handed her a small vial with a potion inside. ‘It’s an extra dose of a Lust potion. It will only last for a couple of hours but combined with the one you’ve already taken, it’s very potent.’ His lips lifted up into a cruel smirk. ‘You are not allowed to touch yourself unless someone tells you to do so. Are my instructions clear?’

Hermione couldn’t think of many questions as worries started to fill her head. ‘Yes, sir. May I ask what the punishment will entail?’ She got out in a trembling voice. ‘You may ask but I feel inclined not to answer.’ He paused and looked at her with poorly-hidden amusement in his eyes. ‘I will only tell you this. You will be punished with humiliation. I will not tell you exactly how, you will find out soon enough. Now leave. I have business to attend to.’ He really didn’t have to tell her twice. Hermione hurried back to her own desk to grab her bag, stuffed the pink box away, and almost sprinted out of the classroom.

Potions had been the last class of the day so she rushed over to her dorm room, closed the curtains, and took the pink box out with a racing heart. With trembling fingers, she undid the two ribbons holding the lid on and opened it. She pulled the black and white garment out of the box and found that it was a French maid outfit, one with a very short skirt. It wasn’t what she had been expecting and it didn’t seem too bad so far. He must have more planned than this. He had seen her naked already so wearing a revealing outfit was probably not the humiliation he was talking about.

At precisely eight o’clock, she stepped into the hot bath in the bathroom and gulped the potion down in one go. She dreaded feeling even more aroused but the instructions had been clear and Snape was not the man to disobey. None of her Masters and Madams actually. The punishments she had received so far had all been quite severe.

The bath was already hot but the moment the potion started to do its work, her entire body felt aflame. The heat travelled over her body like a fiery typhoon and it all centred in her most sensitive areas. The sensation lasted only a few moments but it was overwhelming and near painful to experience. When the heat was gone, the arousal set in. All Hermione could think of was how badly she needed to come. Every part of her mind was focussed on sex and everything related to it. Her pussy fluttered, her clit tingled incessantly, and her nipples hardened even in the warm water. Snape had given her an impossible order, not to touch herself. Her hand slipped down her body on its own accord, sliding over her nipples and down past her belly button. The tension in her body almost snapped and Hermione pulled her hand away from herself with a wild jerk. The moment she would’ve touched herself down there, she would have come.

She washed herself carefully, avoiding touching her more sensitive parts. It was like navigating through a minefield. She quickly dried herself and got dressed in her normal clothes. She ignored her housemates in the common room, and they did the same to her. It was half past eight when she lied down on her bed and started to cry. She had never felt such a forceful urge. It was primal and animalistic and she was positive this was part of her humiliation. She would no doubt beg him to shag her, anything to make him touch her and let her come.

The little French maid outfit was even more revealing than she originally thought. The skirt covered her front but her bum was just full enough that the fabric didn’t fully cover it. If she bent over, he would be able to spot the plug up her bum. No underwear was provided either. At least her breasts felt secure in the tight bodice. She put on the black garter belt and thigh high stockings and black heels that were too high to be comfortable. She put floor-lengths robes on to hide it all and really hoped not too many people were still down in the common room.

Hermione rushed past her housemates again, ignoring Ron calling her name and hurrying off through the portrait hole. She hated how much her situation had cause a rift in all of her friendships but she couldn’t see a way out. She had considered telling them the truth but they would only get angry and try to do something about it. The revenge of the Slytherins would be something she wouldn’t survive. Part of her was scared they would judge her too, for having sex with them all for so long before turning to them for help. She felt like she was too late. She had gone along with it for too long to do something about it or get help. She felt stuck.

She arrived at her Potion’s Master without encountering anyone, to her relief. She knocked on the door and waited for the deep voice to invite her in. When he did, she opened the door and startled at the sight in front of her. Snape was not alone and suddenly she knew exactly how he would humiliate her. The three men were all sat in comfortable, deep brown, cushy armchairs and looked at her expectantly. The room was quite well-lit by the many candles in the chandeliers and on the furniture, but the brown and black of the furniture made it look as if it was dark. The men sat in front of a burning fireplace, each with a drink in their hands.

Hermione shivered at the sight of the familiar blonde, Lucius Malfoy. She didn’t recognize the other man but since he was friends with those two he couldn’t be good news for her. ‘Hermione, come in and close the door. Are you wearing what I instructed you to?’ Snape asked and put down his drink. Hermione felt as if she was in a daze as she closed the door and took a step into the room. ‘Yes, sir.’ Snape nodded and stood up. ‘As you can see, I have some visitors tonight. Show them what you’re wearing.’ He told her and circled to stand behind her, reaching over to open her robes himself, presenting her to them like she was a gift. Perhaps she was.

She felt incredibly exposed to stand there in her little outfit in front of one man she really disliked and another man she didn’t know. ‘Very lovely.’ Lucius commented with a grin. ‘You remember Lucius Malfoy.’ Snape held his arm out towards his pale friend and then at the man beside him, a man around the same age as Lucius but with dark hair and striking hazel eyes. He looked good for his age, they both did, but the teasing look in Lucius’ eyes and the hungry one in the other man’s eyes petrified Hermione. ‘And this is Evan Rosier. You may call them both sir tonight. After all, they are Slytherins and therefore your Masters.’

Snape moved from behind her to stand beside her. He looked her over with a grave look on his face. ‘I am pleased with your obedience but you’re not wearing it properly. Come here.’ He ordered. Hermione stepped closer, finally tearing her eyes away from the sitting men. Snape took the neckline of her bodice in his hands and roughly pulled it down until her breasts popped out and were fully exposed. The fabric was quite tight around her chest and the way it sat underneath her breasts pushed them up and out a bit. She coloured bright red and fought the urge to cover up while at the same time fighting the urge to press her breasts against his lingering hands. He only touched her for a short moment but she was aching for more.

‘Are your nipples usually so hard?’ Rosier asked, his eyes focussed on her large breasts. Hermione burned even brighter underneath the gaze of this stranger. ‘No, sir.’ Her gaze dropped to the floor in embarrassment. ‘I gave her an extra dose of my special Lust potion.’ Snape explained. ‘You didn’t.’ Lucius exclaimed, his eyes twinkling in amusement. ‘Poor girl, you must be trembling with need. Show us.’ Lucius said. ‘Show us how aroused you are. Turn around and bend over.’ Hermione reluctantly turned to face the door and bend over, knowing full-well they would be able to see everything.

She heard Lucius walk towards her. He tapped the inside of her legs with his cane to spread them wider. ‘You are positively dripping, girl.’ The burning embarrassment of his inspection made her wetter and wetter and part of her wished he would touch her so she could finally find release from the building sexual tension. He tapped the butt plug with his cane twice and it almost send her over the edge. ‘Nice touch.’ He addressed Snape and set his cane back on the floor with a thud. ‘Yes, I agree. It appears anal was…difficult for the girl. This opens her up to make it easier.’ Rosier hummed in contemplation. ‘How considerate.’ He murmured. ‘Yes.’ Lucius agreed. ‘This generation is certainly gentler than ours was.’

‘Not all of them, I assure you that.’ Snape said in a dry voice. ‘Very well. You may stand.’ Hermione stood back up and turned to face them. ‘Your punishment starts now.’ Snape waved his wand and caught a feather duster in his hand. ‘You will clean the room and be thorough. I don’t want to find one single flicker of dust when you’re done.’ He ordered. Hermione looked at him quite dumbly, surprised at the turn the conversation had taken. She had certainly expected them to ravage her, all three of them. Snape raised an eyebrow and looked both threatening and slightly amused. ‘I didn’t buy the outfit for show, miss Granger. You may begin.’ He said and turned away. He and Lucius sat down in their chairs and resumed their drinking.

Hermione felt painfully aware of the way her breasts jiggled with every step she took, thankfully she was walking away from them. Not that they noticed. The three men had already resumed their previous conversation and didn’t even pay attention to her. She was grateful they didn’t, that case they wouldn’t notice the slickness slide down her thigh. Hermione focussed on the task she was given, forcing her mind on the dust on the furniture and desperately tried to ignore the pulsing need between her legs. She just needed to get through this punishment without earning another.

The room wasn’t that big so Hermione was done with dusting fairly quickly, only Snape didn’t dismiss her so she went over it all again. Slickness was slowly dribbling down her thigh and her arousal was making her mind fuzzy. She needed to be touched so badly, she was close to tears.

‘Miss Granger!’ Snape’s sharp voice woke her from her hazy prison of arousal. ‘I do not appreciate having to repeat myself. Come here at once.’ She had not even heard him the first time, she was too busy with either dusting off properly or forcing herself to think of something else than sex. Hermione hurried over to the three men, turning red at both the humiliation of not having listened to her Master and the pairs of eyes on her jiggling breasts. ‘I’m sorry, sir.’ She lowered her head and stood beside his chair. He looked at her with his obsidian eyes until she dared to look back. ‘It’s time for the next part of the night to begin. Go to my guests and make them feel welcome. Do whatever it takes to please them.’ Hermione nodded but looked apprehensive as she glanced behind at a grinning Lucius. ‘Come, girl. You’re not scared, are you?’ His grin grew a little wider asking his question.

Hermione dragged her feet walking over to him but she listened. She was, indeed, much too scared not to listen. She stopped in front of him, looking at his knees instead of his face. He reached out a hand and immediately started to fondle her breast. ‘Marvellous.’ He ran his thumb over her hard nipple. ‘Your finest work yet, I’d say.’ Lucius complimented Snape, who only nodded once in response. Hermione shuddered several times but Lucius pulled away before her orgasm broke through. ‘You are very flushed, dear. And your eyes are glassy.’ He tilted his head and lifted his lips in a smirk that reminded her of his son. ‘You are incredibly aroused, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, sir.’ Hermione responded on a breath. Lucius nodded and opened his trousers. ‘Well, so am I.’ He fished out his cock, which was indeed quite hard. He brought his cane to her shoulder and pressed down. ‘Kneel.’ Hermione dropped to her knees so close before him that her breasts rested against his knees. Lucius opened his legs and took her chin in her hand. ‘Such a pretty mouth.’ He ran his thumb over her plump bottom lip. ‘Let’s put it to use.’ Hermione looked at his cock, then into his eyes and she shivered. How debauched she had become that the thought of giving this foul wizard a blowjob excited her.

She shuffled closer so she was sat between his knees and took the his erection in her small hand, running her fingertips over his length until she gripped him at the base. She moaned softly at the feeling of his hard rod underneath that silky skin. It was rather average in size but it was beautifully shaped. Right before she darted her tongue out, she glanced up briefly to see Lucius’ face. His greyish blue eyes were starting to haze over in lust, just like hers. The sight of a man so caught up in his desires was titillating.

She licked up and down his shaft a couple of times, teasing both him and herself. The moment she took him inside her mouth, she closed her eyes and let lust take her over completely. Her entire body shook as her pussy fluttered around nothing, her orgasm rushing through her like a whirlwind.

Lucius grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her from his cock. He pulled hard so she would be forced to look at him. ‘Did you just come from sucking my cock?’ He asked, a hint of incredulousness in his tone. Hermione’s cheeks burned in shame. She had actually come from having his cock in her mouth. The feeling of it had just been so very arousing. She damned those Lust potions to hell. ‘Yes, sir.’

Lucius let out a loud laugh and looked at Snape. ‘Your potions are truly wonderous.’ Snape responded with an amused sort of smirk. Lucius returned his attention back to the witch at his feet. ‘I’ve seen witches come after vaginal stimulation, nipples stimulation, and even only stimulation of the ear…’ He took her earlobe between his fingers. ‘But never the mouth. Extraordinary. Go on.’ He let go of her hair and let her return to his slick cock.

After the release of an incredible amount of sexual tension in her body, she could think a little more clearly and suddenly the cock in her mouth didn’t arouse her as much. In fact, knowing that it was the cock of Pureblood elitist and snob Lucius Malfoy repulsed her. It didn’t last long, though. Soon, arousal took over once more and her shame and disgust were pushed aside by pure, carnal lust. Lucius didn’t help either. The most erotic sounds left his mouth in his pleasure. Not many men liked to be too vocal during sex but Hermione found that it was quite stimulating. His deep grunts and honest sighs went straight to her pulsing clit.

He pulled her off again, before he could finish down her throat. He held her by the hair so he could have a proper look at the girl who sucked him so magnificently. ‘I have no intention of coming yet, no matter how hard you make it to hold back. Why don’t you go over to my friend while I recover?’ Hermione looked at Rosier, who was watching her carefully, his hazel eyes intelligent and sharp. Suddenly, he scared her more than Lucius had. There was no choice in the matter, however.

She rose to her feet and walked to the other man in the room, noticing how slippery her thighs were as she walked. She stopped before him and lowered her head, hesitant to pleasure him as she had Lucius. ‘You are a beautiful girl. I can see why you were chosen. Take a step back and put your hands behind your head for me.’ She did what he said and locked her fingers on the back of her head. He stood up and looked very closely at her body.

‘Very nice breasts, though I must credit Severus for that.’ He ran a finger underneath her breasts and went on to circle her. ‘Nice, plump little arse.’ His warm palm lied on one cheek for a moment. He pressed his body against hers from behind and rested both of his hands on her belly. ‘Perfect flat stomach. Very impressive.’

He walked to stand in front of her again and paused. ‘No bruises on your body. That surprises me. I believe this generation truly is a lot softer than ours. Perhaps I should show you what it was like to be fucked as a Slytherin toy in our time.’ He pondered out loud, his eyes glimmering with something dark. ‘Yes…’ He murmured and grinned, showing a row of perfect white teeth. ‘I think I shall. But first I’ll finish my inspection. Put your hands on the armrest and bend over.’

Hermione waited until he stepped aside and bend over, knowing full well that her arse and slit were on display as she did. ‘Yes, very nice.’ She heard Rosier say behind her. Suddenly, two fingers slid up her pussy, making Hermione gasp and stick her bum out even more, hoping he would make her come. She really should be ashamed of her feelings and actions but she was too far gone to care. Once the potions wore off, she would bury herself in a mountain of shame but not at the moment. At the moment, she just wished someone would fill her up.

‘Eager little girl, aren’t you?’ Rosier retracted his fingers and wiped them on her bum. ‘Very wet indeed. You must be close to coming again. Your pussy clenched on my fingers so hard, I could barely get them back.’ All three men chuckled lightly and shared amused glances. Suddenly, the plug up her bum started to twist slowly. It was quite unexpected but the feeling was overwhelming and sensual and it tore a deep moan from Hermione’s chest. ‘It seems that anal is no longer a problem, Severus. In fact, I daresay the girl is going to enjoy it.’ He pushed it in and out and made Hermione come violently, arching her back and throwing her head back. She moaned so loud, she didn’t hear Lucius’ comment. ‘I doubt it with that monster between your legs.’

When Hermione was done coming, the plug was gone and Rosier’s hands were spreading her cheeks wide open. She turned to look at him and found a dark look in his eyes. ‘I am going to fuck you the way I promised.’ He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up until she was straight. His lips hovered over her ear, pressing a gentle kiss right below it, sending a shiver down her spine. ‘I want you to bend over the way you just did, only on Lucius’ chair.’ He let her go quite abruptly, she nearly fell over from the sudden loss of support.

She wobbled over to Lucius on her heels and bent over the way she did before, her hands on the armrest and her bum up in the air. It was highly uncomfortable to be so close to Lucius, especially in such a position knowing what was going to happen. Lucius put a warm and gentle hand on her cheek and she dared to look at him. ‘Look behind you.’ He said and let go of her face. Hermione turned her head and was just in time to see Rosier drop his underwear. His cock was absolutely enormous. It was one hundred percent the biggest she had seen so far. Blaise’s came close but he had never shagged her with it, save for her mouth. There was no way it would fit inside of her. She would tear apart.

She looked at Lucius with fresh panic in her eyes. For the first time that evening, she felt like running away and risking punishment. Surely it couldn’t be worse than receiving that man’s monster cock. ‘Please.’ She mouthed to Lucius, hoping that he would somehow help her. She knew it was futile. He smirked and caressed her breasts very gently. The moment she felt the tip of that humongous thing against her arsehole, she was in a frenzy similar to the one when Montague wanted to penetrate it for the first time ever.

She jolted herself towards Lucius, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body fully against his. ‘Please no. It’s too big.’ She looked back at Rosier, who was watching her with a frown. ‘Please, sir, please. I beg you. It will tear me apart.’ Tears fell down her face and onto Lucius’ shoulders. Rosier looked at Snape. ‘Was she not told the rules? To never tell her Masters no. It seems like she is denying me pleasure.’ Snape sighed deeply and stood up from his chair. He stood beside her and looked into her tear-filled eyes. ‘Miss Granger, you do remember the rules, don’t you?’ Hermione nodded and sniffled. ‘You’ve come here tonight to accept your punishment, did you not?’ Hermione nodded again. ‘And you wouldn’t want to earn more punishment, do you?’ Hermione shook her head meekly. ‘No, sir.’

‘What did I tell you to do at the very start?’ He asked. ‘To please your guests, sir, whatever it takes.’ She responded quickly, her panic taking over once more. ‘But sir, it’s too big. Please don’t make me.’ She pleaded with fresh tears. Snape held a hand up and barked out. ‘Enough! You are merely a toy for us to do with what we please. Stop your crying and let Lucius go before you suffocate him, for Merlin’s sake. I will count down from five and you will get back into position and let your Master do whatever he wants. If you do not obey, if you struggle or tell him no again you will receive more punishment and believe me, it will not be as easy as tonight. Five.’ He started to count. Hermione hesitantly let go of Lucius’ neck and pulled back a bit. ‘Four.’ She wiped at the tears on her face but they kept falling. ‘Three.’ She pulled her body back from Lucius. ‘Two.’ She looked into Lucius’ eyes and was surprised to find more than just cruel amusement in there. There was actually a trace of sympathy in there. ‘If the girl in our time was able to take it, then so are you.’ He said, and surprisingly, it helped her to find new confidence that this too would not break her. ‘One.’ She was bent over the armchair once more, trembling on her legs and still weeping silently but she stood her ground.

She forced herself to stay in her position when the tip of his monster cock poked at her little puckered hole, biting her lip and closing her eyes firmly shut. The cock went down a little and found her soaking pussy hole. He dipped and slid it between her lips until it was all slick and wet. ‘I really shouldn’t be doing this after your behaviour but you do seem fragile.’ He pushed two fingers inside of her pussy repeatedly, each time taking more wetness with him and rubbing it into her arse. ‘There.’ He pressed two slick fingers inside her arse and twisted it until her hole was nice and wet. ‘My good deed of the month.’ Rosier commented drily. Lucius chuckled softly.

The moment he positioned his cock at her arse and he started to push in, Hermione once again panicked. Only this time she managed to keep it inside. Her entire body began to tremble, from either fear or physical stress, she did not know, but she kept in position and worked hard to let him in. ‘Breathe.’ Lucius encouraged. The tip of his cock stretched the ring of her anus wide enough and he popped in, suddenly filling her hole so incredibly fully, her hips jerked forward, away from the pain it brought. Rosier had his hands on her hips, however, and he quickly pulled her back, pulling her even further on his cock. She cried out in pain and clung on to the armrest on the brown chair with her nails.

Each time he pulled out and slammed back in, he went a little deeper, and every single time it hurt more. A warm hand on her cheek pulled her focus away from the pain in her backside. She looked at Lucius with teary eyes. ‘You’re doing amazing.’ He said honestly. A soft sob left Hermione’s mouth. ‘It hurts.’ Lucius nodded with a small smile. ‘Let me distract you.’ He leaned in and did the most unexpected thing. He kissed her. The touch of his lips was gentle, careful even, but it quickly grew hungry. He brought both of his hands to her face and forced his tongue inside to find hers and play with it quite sensually. The kiss was so intimate, so erotic, it brought back all that tension that had been building inside of Hermione but had been pushed away by the pain. He pulled back for a short moment and looked deep into her eyes. They both had a glaze of lust in their eyes and the chemistry between them was palpable. Hermione had never expected Lucius Malfoy to be such a sensual kisser.

Kissing Lucius was a great distraction from the huge cock in her arse but it didn’t quite take away all the pain, especially since Rosier was set on showing her how rough they used to be back in their day. His movements became quicker and sharper and his grip on her hips tighter. She would surely have those bruises he had wanted to see tomorrow. Finally, he slid out of her and the fullness was gone. ‘Has she ever been double-teamed?’ Rosier asked Snape. ‘Not the way you mean. Mouth and cunt, yes, but no more.’ Hermione remained in position as they spoke, the warning of more punishment still fresh in her mind. ‘How about it, Malfoy? Are you up for it?’ Lucius peeled his lips away from Hermione and looked at her for a moment, thinking it over. Then he nodded and Hermione finally realized what they were planning to do. Rosier’s cock had barely fit in her arse, trying to squeeze another one inside of her would be impossible.

‘Come sit on my lap.’ Hermione carefully climbed on top of Lucius, shivering when her pussy rested right on top of his cock. ‘Merlin.’ She whispered underneath her breath. Her arousal hit her at full force. Forgotten was the bigotry this man usually spouted. She could only see how straight his nose was or how masculine his strong jaw made him. Not a blemish on his skin either. This man was like a sculpture of a Greek God, cut out of marble without a single flaw. He touched her thighs to lift her up a bit, positioned his cock at her weeping pussy, and let her sit down on it. They both closed their eyes and moaned deeply. The shared arousal and lust between them overwhelmed Hermione. She buried her face in Lucius’s neck as another orgasm was torn from her heated body. ‘That’s it.’ Lucius pushed his cock up deeper into her clenching pussy. ‘Take all you need.’

In the last waves of her pleasure, Hermione leaned in and kissed Lucius on her own accord. She didn’t usually take initiative when she was being used but she was so overcome by how sensual this man was, she didn’t even think about it. She was rudely shook from her pleasure when Rosier pulled harshly on her hair so he could see her face. ‘Bend over more and stick your arse out. Be careful to keep his cock inside.’ Lucius slid down in the chair to accommodate both Hermione and his friend. Hermione’s arse was up more while she lied on top of Lucius, his cock snuggly inside her fluttering pussy. This time Rosier’s cock didn’t slide in as easily as before. He had to fit himself inside beside another cock filling the young girl.

Hermione cried as he pushed and clung on to Lucius, crying against his chest as Rosier pushed harder. The pressure when he was finally sheeted inside was dizzying and painful. Hermione was simply trying to get through it when the two men started to move, one pulling while the other pushed. ‘Very good, little toy.’ Rosier commented breathily. ‘Why don’t we fill her up completely? For old times’ sake.’ He said. It didn’t settle in what exactly that meant until Snape stood beside the chair with his trousers down and his erection out. He grabbed Hermione by the chin and held her head up. He pushed against her lips with his cock until she opened up and let him in. It was all too much for Hermione. One hard rod up her arse, another in her pussy, while yet one more stuffed her mouth. It was painful and too stimulating. She cried fat tears when the most explosive orgasm yet travelled through her body in hot waves of electric pleasure. She struggled not to bite down on Snape’s cock while her pussy and arse clenched around the two rods in her body. Snape pulled out just to be safe and sounds she didn’t know she could make left her mouth, moaning and pleading and begging, all nonsensical things. It seemed to amuse Snape, since there was a smirk on his face when she looked up.

He tapped her cheek with his slippery cock. ‘You’ve had your pleasure. Now open up and give me mine.’ He forced himself back in before she comprehended what he’d said and fucked her mouth in earnest. She gagged multiple times, all while her pussy and arse were being abused quite thoroughly. She endured it, telling herself that the pain would not last. It would end sometime and then she could go to bed and rest her sore body. Luckily for her, the three men all fucked her hard so they’d come soon. First it was Lucius who grunted and filled her up with his seed. Rosier followed rapidly, slapping her arse when he filled it. Snape took a little longer but eventually he made her choke on his thick cum. She had never felt more dirty than the moment two cocks were pulled from her body and a rush of seed followed it. All of her holes were filled with the seed of three different men. She truly and fully belonged to Slytherin. It had never been more clear.

The three men dressed themselves properly and took their places in the chairs while Hermione stood on weak legs, hoping her punishment was over. She wasn’t sure if she could take anymore. ‘You did well enough tonight, miss Granger. No extra punishment will be granted. You will put your robes on, but leave the maid outfit as it is. Go to the Slytherin dungeons and find miss Greengrass. She is expecting you. You are granted tomorrow off to recover. Go on.’

Her hands trembled around the fabric as Hermione put on the robes she had left at the door. She couldn’t wait to get out of there and get as far away from that monster cock as possible. ‘You did well, miss Granger. Until we meet again.’ Lucius raised his refilled glass at her. Rosier didn’t even look at her as she walked out the door.

Thankfully, there weren’t many people left in the Slytherin common room as Hermione was let in by Draco. Only he and Daphne were still there and Draco made himself scarce so the girls could be alone. Hermione clung to her robes, her cheeks painted with streaks of tears. She must look a complete mess. Daphne reached out and grabbed her hand. ‘Come on.’ She pulled on Hermione’s hand until she followed along, not really paying attention to where they were going. They followed a dark, poorly-lit hallway and entered what appeared to be quite the luxurious bathroom, a huge drop-in bath being the centre. It was already filled with hot water and the scented oils filled the room with a very pleasant aroma. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’ Daphne opened Hermione’s robes and started to unbutton the French maid outfit for her. Hermione was too tired to protest. She had seen her naked already anyway, they all had.

Hermione let Daphne guide her into the bath, relishing the warmth on her sore body. The heat burned a bit on her sensitive areas after being having been used so thoroughly but it was a pleasant burn. It made her feel clean. Daphne grabbed a sponge and lathered it generously with soap, then began to clean Hermione’s body. Hermione lied back and let the girl soothe her into a somewhat calmer state. With long, gentle strokes, Daphne soaped up her arms, squatting beside the bath. It was nice for a little while but then she moved the sponge over her neck and Hermione felt a tingle down there. The moment the sponge brushed over her nipples, she shivered. Daphne must have noticed.

‘How are you feeling?’ She asked softly. Hermione burst into tears. ‘I’m horny.’ She cried. ‘How can I still be horny after everything that happened? There must be something wrong with me.’ Fat tears joined the warmth of the bathwater as Hermione cried out. Daphne ran a hand over her hair to calm her down. ‘It’s the potion, Hermione. There’s nothing wrong with you. It won’t last more than another hour, I promise. Do you want me to help you find some relieve? I don’t have much experience with girls – none to be exact, but I could try. Or do you want me to get one of the boys?’ She asked, clearly eager to help her. Hermione preferred to try to relieve herself of the tension but she had learned that orgasms given to herself weren’t nearly as satisfying. There was only one student she could think of she wouldn’t hate as much helping her out. She wiped the tears from her face and looked at Daphne with hesitation on her face. ‘Do you know if Adrian is still awake?’

Daphne quickly nodded. ‘Of course. I’ll go get him. I’ll be right back.’ She rushed out and left Hermione in the bathroom all by herself. Daphne couldn’t have been gone very long but in that short time the evening replayed itself in Hermione’s mind several times. The three men hadn’t been particularly cruel, not the way Montague could be sometimes, but they had been harsh in their own manner. Particularly Rosier had been unforgiving. She was reminded yet another time that she truly was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure. She possessed no more worth in their eyes. Perhaps that had been the punishment all along, instead of the humiliation Hermione thought it had been about. She had been made to feel like an object.

She was still crying when the door opened and Adrian walked in. He rid himself of his clothes quickly and joined Hermione in the tub. ‘Oh, come here.’ He pulled on her upper arms so he could take her into a tight embrace. He put a hand on the back of her head to guide her face into his neck, and rubbed her back with the other. ‘I can’t stand to see you cry like this.’ He moved his legs on either side of her and pulled her until she was sat in his lap. The moment their intimate parts touched, Hermione flinched and jerked her hips up.

‘I don’t want to be aroused anymore!’ She cried. ‘I swear I don’t. I didn’t want it. I didn’t.’ She sobbed. ‘Shh, I know.’ Adrian grabbed her face between his large hands and stopped her from panicking so badly. ‘Look at me. I know. I believe you. Calm down. I’ll help you.’ Hermione wrestled herself off his lap. ‘I don’t want to have sex, please. It hurts.’ A wave of water went over the edge of the tub as she moved to the other side. ‘Then we won’t. Love, I’m not here to take advantage of you. I just want to help you.’ He said in a calm voice. He moved a little closer towards her but didn’t force her onto his lap like before.

‘Snape shared his punishment for you with the board. I know you drank another dose tonight. It won’t last much longer, I promise. Until then, let me take care of you. Come sit between my legs. Just let me help you.’ He held out his hand until Hermione took it. She was pulled closer until she rested her back against Adrian’s chest. The feeling of his member against her bum made her sob. Adrian wrapped one arm around her just underneath her breasts and held her still while another hand slid between her legs. ‘I’ve got you.’ He whispered.

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Hermione woke up feeling very hot but she was immensely relieved that it wasn’t because of her arousal. The potions’ effects had finally gone away fully. The warmth she was feeling now came from the body of Adrian, which was pressed against her from behind, his arm wrapped around her tightly. She felt very grateful for his help last night but at the same time she was embarrassed of the way she had acted. The night had been so stressful and it had brought out many emotions in Hermione, it all came out when Adrian showed her kindness and understanding. Also, the strong urges she had felt after taking so much of the Lust Potion had been overwhelming, especially after being used and punished so thoroughly. It was too much to go down to the dungeons and be soothed by Daphne and Adrian and still feel so aroused. Luckily, Adrian had been lovely to her and he had helped through many more orgasms, until she collapsed and he had carried her back to his bed. Hermione had been so exhausted, she slept through the night without stirring once.

It was strange to wake up in Adrian’s arms. It felt safe and secure and his warm body comforted her as the memories of last night came back to her, filling her up with dread. How much more of this abuse could she take before she would completely fall apart? They had pushed her last night but not quite over the edge, not yet. They had humiliated and hurt her and the memories filled her up with a sense of despair and hopelessness. She was torn between determination to find a way out of it and giving up completely. She had no hope of escaping her situation yet and she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hang on to hope.

She allowed herself to slumber a little longer, feeling restless as she lied there with her eyes closed. She snuggled into his body more comfortably and sighed. Memories of the night before plagued her even with her eyes closed. She focussed on the way his breathing tickled her hair and the feeling of his heartbeat against her back. The peace didn’t last long though. The curtain around his bed was ripped open and revealed Marcus Flint, who looked surprised at the sight of her in Adrian’s bed. The surprise was quickly replaced by a hungry look. He walked over to her and kneeled beside her side of the little bed.

‘Lift the sheets, show me those delicious tits, darling.’ Hermione didn’t dare speak against her Master but it was her day off and she didn’t have to do anything he said. She moved to grab the sheets while at the same time grabbing Adrian’s arm and squeezing tightly, hoping he would wake up and help her. She opened the sheets and let Marcus see her upper body, including Adrian’s arm right underneath her breasts. ‘Hmm.’ He hummed contently and reached out a hand to fondle her breast and tease her nipple. ‘Very delicious indeed.’ Hermione didn’t feel very aroused at his ministrations because she hadn’t had her potion that morning but she couldn’t help but feel a little tingle when he pinched her nipple.

Suddenly, Marcus’ hand was smacked away and the sheets covered Hermione once more. ‘Hands off, Flint. She gets a day off today.’ Adrian said in a groggy, sleepy voice. Marcus didn’t seem very upset at the response he got. ‘Ah, that’s right. Her punishment was last night. My bad. Anyway, I came to wake you up for breakfast.’ He said and walked off. Adrian managed to wiggle his other arm underneath her and enveloped her between his arms fully. ‘I’m sorry about that.’ He sighed and relaxed once more. Hermione turned around in his arms so she could face the sleepy boy beside her. ‘It’s okay.’ She whispered. He pulled her into his arms and held her close to his body.

They lied in each other’s arms for a while, relaxing and enjoying the calmness of the moment. It couldn’t last forever though, not when Hermione’s brain started to function normally again. ‘How am I supposed to explain this to my roommates. They’ll know I didn’t sleep there.’ She asked softly, afraid to disturb him but at the same time needing an answer before she started to panic. ‘You’ll tell them you spent the night in the infirmary because you got sick after dinner. If you need some time to recover, you can still go there and tell miss Pomfrey you are not feeling well. Skip class today and get some rest.’ She nodded but decided against skipping class, only using the lie to explain why she wouldn’t have been in her room at night.

‘Alright. Shouldn’t we go to breakfast?’ He stretched out against her, nearly pushing her off the bed, then grabbed onto her and pulled her on top of him, making her chuckle a bit sadly. The weight of what happened the night before was a heavy burden on her shoulders and she couldn’t shake it just yet. ‘I don’t know. I’m not very hungry yet.’ She sat up a bit, accidentally exposing her naked body as the sheets slid down her back. His eyes flashed at her breasts immediately but he kept his hands to himself, which was greatly appreciated. It felt nice knowing they wouldn’t be able to use her body whichever way they wanted that day.

‘Do you want to take a shower here? I have some crème for your tender parts for after.’ He offered. Hermione hesitated. She did still feel a bit dirty after last night. ‘Don’t you have shared showers too?’ Adrian nodded and ran his hands up and down her sides gently. ‘We can shower together. No one will touch you, including me of course.’ He promised and Hermione caved at the gentle look on his handsome face. She really shouldn’t feel this way towards one of her abusers but Adrian could be so kind and caring, it was hard not to like him. And after last night, any form of affection would have her crumbling into little pieces. ‘Alright.’ She agreed.

The showers were right outside Adrian’s shared dorm room but Hermione kept a sheet around her body as they went over there. She dropped it in front of the bathroom door and followed an equally naked Adrian inside. Only one other student was in there and while he did ogle her body, he didn’t comment on her being there. The showers were only separated with walls on either side so anyone could look at her. Adrian joined her in a stall but never touched her. He let her soap her own body up and shampoo her hair with borrowed male products all without ever making a move or staring too long at a particular body part. When they were both done showering, she did notice his erection but neither of them commented on it.

Once they were back in the dorm, a fresh outfit lied ready on the bed for her, underwear and all. ‘We always have spares laying around, just in case.’ He explained. ‘Thank you.’ They got dressed together while the curtains surrounding his bed were closed. Hermione wasn’t particularly looking forward to explaining her absence to her housemates, who were already suspicious of her but she was quite pleased to know that no one would bother her and she could relax a bit. ‘Here.’ Adrian handed her some crème, which she applied generously underneath her skirt. She definitely was sore but the crème usually worked wonders. Tomorrow, she would be as good as new.

Adrian guided her into the common room with a hand on the small of her back. She was glad he was there. Walking into the common room where a lot of her frequent abusers were chatting with each other was quite intimidating. Most had seen her naked and fucked her repeatedly and she felt quite uncomfortable being there so casually. Daphne sat on the couch beside Draco and waved at her with a gentle smile on her face. Draco only nodded and Montague, who was sitting in a chair beside them, grinned and beckoned her over. She was hesitant to do so but she noticed a big board on the wall with the words toy is free written on it. Luckily, Adrian went with her as she walked over to her supposed boyfriend.

‘It’s your lucky day, love.’ He showed her a small strip of paper with his name on it. It was probably supposed to mean something to her but she didn’t get it. Beside her, Adrian sighed in annoyance. ‘Must you do this now? She’s free and she’s had a very rough night.’ He commented. ‘Oh, I reckon there are many more rough nights ahead of her.’ Montague grinned wickedly. ‘You see, each year one student gets to bring the toy home during Christmas break. You can write your name on a slip and put it in the bowl. This year my name was drawn. Lucky you.’ The smile on his face grew even more cruel and Hermione already dreaded the holidays. ‘B-but I’m supposed to go home. My parents-’

‘You’ll come with me for one week, you’ll spend the other with them.’ Montague clarified. ‘Don’t forget to bring me a present, my parents think you’re my girlfriend.’ He winked. It was just getting worse by the second. Not only would he ruin her holidays, she would have to spend money on the prick too. But it seemed that she wouldn’t get much of a choice, which was the theme so far this year. ‘Don’t look so worried, kitten. We’re going to have tons of fun.’ He grinned. Adrian lied his hand against her back a bit firmer. ‘And you get one day off during that week and you have the right to eight hours of sleep per day.’ He told her softly. She appreciated his effort to calm her nerves, never mind that it wasn’t working.

‘I should go to breakfast.’ Hermione whispered and excused herself from the group. ‘Do you want me to walk with you?’ Adrian asked but Hermione shook her head. ‘It would be strange, seeing how I’m supposed to come from the infirmary. But thank you. Sir.’ She quickly made her way through the common room and exited through the door on a heavy sigh.

Her friends first looked suspicious when she told them where she had been all night but then they got a better look at her pale and tired face and it wasn’t so hard to believe her anymore. Only Harry asked if she was feeling better, it seemed that no one else really cared anymore. Hermione decided to use her day off to both catch up on her schoolwork and try to reconnect with her friends. She had an hour to spare between classes and finished her Charms essay quickly but still up to par. Then after the last class of the day, she caught up with Ron and Harry, who had become used to walking without her since she disappeared so often, and asked them to hang out. They both looked surprised and for a moment she was scared they would reject her. ‘Don’t you have plans with your boyfriend?’ Ron said right as Harry said. ‘Of course.’ Harry gave Ron a stern look and the ginger gave in.

The silence was very awkward as they headed outside for a walk. Frankly, it was too cold to be outside but they needed space and the Gryffindor common room was often quite crowded. Luckily for them, Hermione was rather good at Heating Charms. They picked a soft spot out by the lake underneath a tree and sat down. Hermione was looking for the right words to make up with her alienated friends but she didn’t know where to start. Surprisingly, Harry did. ‘I missed you. It seems that you don’t have much time for us anymore.’ Hermione bit her lip and frowned. She never wanted them to feel this way. She didn’t want to feel this way. ‘I’m sorry. I missed you too, honestly. It’s just’-

‘Montague.’ Ron spat bitterly. ‘Even since you've been together with that guy, you kicked us to the curve.’ He was right to a certain degree. He certainly was one of the guys that fucked her most often but there were many others who had pulled her away from her friends for a quickie. ‘I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to do it but we – we’re in love.’ The words tasted bitter on her tongue but she had to give them some excuse. ‘Maybe you don’t know what it’s like but when you’re really in love with someone, you want to be with them every second of the day.’ She said. Harry seemed to think it through and eventually nodded. ‘I guess that makes sense.’

‘But why did it have to be him?’ Ron whined. She hated that whiny tone but this time she could understand. Montague was not well-liked, not even in Slytherin. ‘I’m not sure. Sometimes love doesn’t make sense.’ She said. Ron sighed in defeat. ‘I suppose that’s true. But don’t expect us to become buddy-buddy with him.’ He warned with a stubborn look in his eyes. ‘And try to be around more often.’ Harry added. Hermione knew there was not much she could do to spend more time with them, expect perhaps study more with them and letting her grades suffer because of it. Perhaps it was worth it, to have close friends instead of the top grades in class. She would have to think about it. ‘I promise I’ll try.’ She offered.

The three of them spent another hour outside, just chatting and catching up on everything she had missed while she was off having sex or studying. It warmed her heart that her friends forgave her after only reaching out once. When they headed back inside, Hermione felt much better and she decided she would try to remain close to them, even if she was Slytherin’s toy. Having friends there to support her even though they didn’t know what she was going through, it was something that she needed. Her role for Slytherin wouldn’t last forever but hopefully their friendships would.

Hermione felt awfully depressed the rest of the day. Spending time with Harry and Ron had lifted her spirits somewhat but the abuse she had endured was weighing quite heavily on her. She had not planned on it, but when she ran into Daphne in the hall, Hermione approached so she could talk to someone who knew about her situation. ‘Hermione. How are you feeling?’ Daphne inquired as the two of them searched for an empty spot in the large castle. The two of them sat down in an empty windowsill and Hermione watched her legs sway as she responded. ‘Strange. Empty.’ She sighed. ‘I just don’t understand how you could do this to another person. I am human, you know.’ She looked at Daphne, stupidly hoping to find an ally in her. ‘I just don’t understand.’

Daphne put her hand over that of Hermione. ‘Men are just different. They have needs.’ She tried to explain, as she always did. ‘I know men have needs. Harry and Ron must have them too but they would never abuse a girl like this.’ Hermione said sharply. ‘You must know it is wrong. How would you feel if they did it to you?’ Daphne’s eyes nervously darted around the hallway before returning to Hermione. ‘Not very good.’ She whispered. ‘But it’s the way it is. Men need to be pleased by women. Did you not bond with Adrian? Perhaps you should focus on the benefits you get from this arrangement.’ She proposed, leaving Hermione absolutely gobsmacked.

‘Benefits? Daphne - madam, I am raped every single day. Boys take me against my will multiple times per day. They humiliate and hurt me just because they feel like it. Adrian rapes me regularly, no matter that he is not as terrible as the others. If men need to be pleased by women, they should get a girlfriend who is willing.’ Hermione snapped quite sharply, tears burning behind her eyes. ‘Do you honestly not see how wrong this all is?’ Daphne seemed quite lost after Hermione’s words and Hermione decided the girl was a lost cause. She was too indoctrinated. She had been around Slytherins for too long and she had started to adopt their unrealistic view of the world. She was no comfort to her and she certainly couldn’t be used as an escape.

‘If you honestly believe that what they’re doing is their prerogative, I feel sorry for you. Madam.’ Hermione stood up and left a speechless Daphne behind, both of them feeling quite emotional and helpless.

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Daphne Greengrass was born into one of the oldest and richest families of wizarding Britain. Her many relatives were quite stuck up and snobbish, looking down on anyone with less money than them. They were quite proud people too, and vain. So when a girl was born and not a boy who would carry on the family name many were rather disappointed. Daphne’s grandfather on her mother’s side sighed when he heard the news of a baby girl in the family and shook his head. ‘Better luck next time.’ He had said. Surprisingly, Daphne’s father was not disappointed at all. The second he lied eyes on his little girl, he was captured.

As Daphne grew up, her father spoiled her rotten. He bought her everything she wanted, which is how they ended up with large stables and not one but three ponies. She wanted them in different colours you see, a white one, a black one, and a brown one. Daphne owned two rooms, which she decorated in a different style each summer. Of course she had an adjoining walk-in closet as well. Her mother sometimes thought they might be overdoing it but she did nothing to stop it. She adored seeing her husband so happy with their daughter, she too had feared he might want a son instead.

Their second daughter, Astoria, was loved as well but it was clear their father had a favourite. The girls looked quite similar, long blond locks of hair and bright blue eyes. They were both beautiful children but they had quite different personalities. While Daphne was a sweet and quiet child, Astoria was a screamer. She too got everything her heart desired but she was just an unhappy child. It got better in time but by then her father had decided on his favourite. To balance it, their mother paid more attention to Astoria. Daphne grew into a daddy’s girl while Astoria never left her mother for too long.

One summer, the girls’ mother left for a week to visit her sister who had moved to France some years ago. Their father felt no fondness for his sister-in-law so he stayed behind with the girls. Astoria cried and behaved terribly without her mother, but their father paid little attention to her dramatics. Instead, he grew closer towards his eldest daughter, who had turned ten years old that year. One night, he had an house elf bring her into his study for him, while he was sitting behind his desk smoking a cigar, a glass of something strong in his other hand.

He smiled when his angelic daughter walked in. ‘Close the door, love.’ She did, and walked up to her daddy when he gestured for her to come closer. When she was close enough to touch, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, making her laugh as he tickled her sides. ‘Daddy, stop.’ She giggled. She loved her daddy dearly but she felt she was getting a bit too old to sit on his lap. But no one could see them and think she was being childish so she snuggled into him.

‘You know, with your mother gone I suppose you are the lady of the house.’ He said, caressing her back up and down slowly. ‘I think it’s time to teach you what that entails.’ He pushed her hair over her shoulder, baring her neck to him. She sat up a little straighter, happy that her father was finally seeing her as a young woman and not a child. ‘You see, love, men have certain needs that need to be taken care of. They need the loving of a woman to make them feel good.’ Daphne frowned at her father, not quite understanding what he meant. ‘Normally, your mother is here to take care of my needs but since she is gone, I need you to step up. What do you think? Do you want to help your daddy feel better?’ Daphne nodded hesitantly. ‘I think so.’

Her father shifted her on his lap so he could unbuckle his pants. Daphne had never seen a boy naked, she barely looked at herself in the shower, so when he pulled out that thing from his trousers, she struggled to get off his lap. ‘Shh, stay still, love.’ He held her tight to keep her in place. ‘I really need you to help me feel better. Men become really unhappy when their needs are not taken care of. It can even start to be painful when it’s been too long. You don’t want daddy miserable or in pain, do you?’ Daphne didn’t understand what he wanted or how it affected him so that he was hurting but she didn’t want to disappoint her father. She didn’t want him to be so sad, not when she was there to help him.

She shook her head, ignoring her red cheeks. Her father took her hand in his own and guided it to the thing between his legs. ‘Let me show you how you can make me feel better then.’
Daphne learned how to make men feel better with her hand that night and since then, she always helped her father out when her mother was out of town. She never told anyone, her father said it would make her mother feel bad, knowing that she couldn’t take care of her own husband. Daphne never quite understood why her mother would leave her husband if it caused him so much pain but she didn’t mind helping out. It was a woman’s duty after all.

Over the years, she learned how to help him with her mouth as well. He said it was more effective than with her hand. Each time he asked for her help, he explained to her how sad he was feeling and how much pain he was in and Daphne didn’t hesitate to help him out. When the white fluid shot from his thing, he scrunched his face up like he was still hurting, but after it he always looked quite content. She did feel a little bad after sometimes, but she didn’t fully understand why. Helping her father was a good thing, so why did she feel sad?

When Daphne went to Hogwarts, she learned much more about sexuality. When she was a first year, she learned of the long-standing Slytherin tradition of having a girl please them all. It made sense to her, these boys must be uncomfortable as well, without someone to take care of their needs. She was happy there was a girl there to help them out as she had helped her father.

One night, she heard some noises coming from the common room and her curiosity won. She peeked around the corner, knowing she wasn’t allowed to be there when the toy was used. Daphne learned then that there were other ways to help a man out. She couldn’t stand to watch for too long, she felt like she was intruding.

The next year, she caught more moments in the common room that she wasn’t supposed to see. She saw the girl on her knees before an older boy. The girl’s bum was red and she was crying. Was she not happy to help out? Daphne thought this girl would not make a very good lady of the house someday. She was not good at taking care of these boys, let alone a husband.

The summer after her second year, her mother left for a few days again, and her father joined her in her bedroom the same night. Daphne knew by the look on his face that he was not feeling good. ‘I need your help, love.’ He sat down on the bed beside her. ‘I really need your help tonight.’ He pulled his pants down and released his cock. It was already hard, it always was when he came to her. She immediately took it in her hand and began to move it up and down. Her father leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking gently on the skin. He had never kissed her like that before and it felt a bit odd.
He let her work on his hard cock for a little while, as he kissed her soft skin and caressed her back.

‘I want to see you.’ He breathed hard and snatched her hand away from him. She was pulled to her feet and her father jerked her nightgown over her head. He had never wanted to see her without clothes before and she felt very uncomfortable ‘Daddy, what are you doing?’ She cried out and hid her growing breasts behind her arms. He put his hands on her shoulders and caressed down her arms, gently pulling her arms down. He had a strange look in his eyes as he looked at her little breasts. Daphne had seen the toy naked before of course, but now she knew how uncomfortable it must have been for her.

‘I haven’t taught you everything about pleasing men, yet, love. Men like to have a woman bare before them. They like to touch her while they are being pleased.’ He reached out and pinched her nipple softly. Daphne cringed and tried to back away from his touch but her bed was right behind her. ‘Shh, come here. Let me touch you. Lie down, love. Make daddy happy again.’ Daphne trembled slightly as she lied down on her bed, her father following her and straddling her by the hips. Daphne was tense as he caressed the soft, pale skin of her stomach. His hands were large and warm but they didn’t feel good as he touched her. It felt wrong.

When he pulled down her underwear, she started to cry. ‘Too bad I can’t have you here.’ He said as he slipped a finger inside of her. ‘That will be your husband’s special place.’ He said as he watched the way his finger fucked her like he was mesmerised. ‘Daddy, it doesn’t feel good.’ Daphne cried. ‘But Daphne, this is what women are supposed to do.’ He said as his finger left her vagina and circled a very sensitive spot on her body. ‘I’ve explained it a thousand times, love. Women are supposed to please men, to take care of our needs. Your bodies are made for it. Don’t cry, Daphne. Make me happy.’

The next time she saw the toy, she felt sad for her, because she knew it didn’t always feel good to please men. The girl had so many boys to please, she must feel so sad and tired afterwards, just like Daphne did sometimes.

When Hermione Granger was chosen to be the next toy, Daphne decided to help her as much as she could. Just because women are supposed to help men out and take care of their needs, didn’t mean it was always easy. So Daphne vowed to comfort the girl when she could and help her through it.

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Hermione was sitting on a couch in the common room with a freshly graded paper in her lap. She was hunched over, hiding the paper from her house members, as well as the tears burning behind her eyes. The feedback she had gotten back was not easy to read but she knew it was justified. Her work hadn’t been as excellent as the year before. Her role as Slytherin toy was taking too much of her time and energy, and it showed.

‘What do we have here?’ Fred snatched the paper from her hand and plumped down on the couch right next to her. Hermione internally panicked and tried to get it back before he saw how poorly written it was but he was much taller and stronger than her so he easily kept her at bay. She gave up struggling with him as he started to frown while reading her work. Finally, after fighting so hard to keep them in, a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘What have you done now?’ George plumped down on her other side. ‘The poor girl is crying. You asked her out, didn’t you?’ He joked but Fred didn’t respond.

When Fred was done reading, he handed it to his brother and crossed his arms. ‘Alright, what is going on Hermione?’ He put an arm behind her and blocked out the rest of the common room from her sight with his body. ‘People talk. More specifically, out little brother talks.’ He continued. ‘You were late to class twice this week, now a bad paper.’

‘Don’t forget her recent outfit choices, not that I mind much.’ George added with a wiggle of the eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood but Fred was not to be distracted. ‘Something is going on.’ He stated and more tears spilled from her eyes. ‘Is it Montague? Has he done something?’ Fred asked.

‘Do we need do beat him up for you?’ George asked.

‘Because we will.’ Fred concluded. Hermione shook her head and wiped her tears away. She felt relieved that someone noticed that something was going on with her but sending the twins to beat up Montague would only make things worse for her. ‘Please don’t. I’m fine. It’s just-’ Fred nodded, urging her to continue. ‘Relationships are hard. Especially when everyone hates your boyfriend.’ She lied and let out a deep, shaky sigh as she wiped more tears from her face.

George nodded in agreement but Fred stared at her with a solemn expression on his face. ‘It’s not like you to let your grades suffer for a guy. Are you sure you’re alright?’ Hermione nearly started to sob out loud at his caring words but instead she forced herself to square her shoulders and wipe away her tears. ‘It’s nothing, really. I was being silly.’ Fred nodded but the usually cheerful guy couldn’t muster a joke or smile. Hermione put her hand over his and squeezed softly. ‘Thanks though.’ She looked at George and forced a tight smile. ‘Both of you.’

As they left, Hermione wondered what would happen if they did find out. Would they really go into the Slytherin dungeon and start a fight for her? Would they go to a professor? But most importantly, how would the Slytherins react if they find out someone knew? She was sure their retaliation would be more than she could manage. Perhaps they would truly kill her and although life as it was wasn’t worth very much, she wasn’t ready to die just yet. Because this situation was temporary, it had to be. She would not be in this position forever. If only she could just get through this, she’d be able to escape eventually. She would not put her life at risk or that of anyone else.

Hermione was particularly dreading her evening ahead. Between all that had been going on, she had nearly forgotten her Prefect duties. It was not until she was informed of the new patrolling schedule that she realized she was paired with Draco. She had hours before she had to meet him but she was already nervous. Out of everybody in the Slytherin house, Hermione was most confused by him. He had been the one to start this all for her, the one who raped her on the train and took her from her bedroom to be initiated into all of this, but afterwards, he had not touched her again. She found it very strange since he’d appeared to be the leader at the beginning.

She worried about it all through dinner, barely being able to eat one bite. When dinner was over, Hermione found herself being cornered by Marcus Flint in a poorly-lit closet. He grinned until his yellow, crooked teeth were bare and looked her up and down. Marcus was one of the boys who took a bit more time with her, much to her dismay. He was also one of the ugliest students and she dreaded whatever he had planned for her.

‘Show me your tits, unbutton your blouse slowly.’ He ordered with a hungry look in his light blue eyes. Hermione had unbuttoned for someone dozens of times but it still made her nervous. Her fingers found the top button and loosened it with practiced ease. She lingered for a moment and slid down very slowly to find the second button. By the time her breasts popped out of her blouse, Marcus was red in the face and breathing heavily.

‘Right. Come here.’ It seemed that his patience had run out. The moment she stepped within his reach, he palmed his large, heavy hands over her breasts and kneaded painfully hard. She flinched while he groaned deep in his chest. He weighed her heavy breasts in his hands, massaged them and pinched her hidden nipples.

‘Take off your bra.’ He said once he was done playing with her. She slid her bra off but kept on her blouse since he hadn’t instructed her to take that off as well. ‘Get on your knees.’ He instructed as he fumbled with his pants. Hermione had a feeling where this was going. Once she was on her knees, Marcus had his pants lowered and his erection hanging out. His cock was thin but long and though it was quite nice looking, his pubic bush was so wild and unkept that it nearly made her gag.

‘Open up.’ He pressed his cock against her lips until she let him in. His eyes rolled back in his head when the tip of his cock slid down her throat a bit and she swallowed around him instinctively. He thrust in and out a couple of times before pulling his dripping cock out. ‘Press your tits together. Yeah, just like that.’ He licked his lips. The first time he had asked this of her, she had felt intensely ashamed. She still felt as if she was obscene for doing this, pressing her breasts together so he could slide his cock between them for his pleasure, but she had no choice.

‘They’re just the perfect size.’ He hummed in appreciation, pushing his cock up between her tits until the head of his cock reached her chin. ‘Lick it.’ Hermione tilted her head down a bit and darted her tongue out to catch a few drops of precum from the tip, then she swirled it around on his cock and lapped at it like a lollypop. ‘Exactly like that. You already know how I like it.’ He winked and smiled at her, making the blush on her cheeks more prominent.

He pulled back and set a calm pace as he fucked her tits with his spit-slick throbbing erection. Hermione was forced to hold her breasts up for him and endure it. She fought to ignore her own arousal but the sight of his cock pushing up so very close to her chin made her pussy flutter each time she saw it. ‘Open your mouth.’ He ordered. She opened her mouth and held it open for his cock and with each push, he slid the tip just inside. She swirled her tongue around it each time it entered her mouth. ‘Ahh, very good.’ He groaned.

It didn’t take much longer before he spurted his cum all over her breasts and throat. He even got a bit on her tongue. Her pussy gushed at the feeling of hot, sticky cum on her naked skin. One huge disadvantage to not being fucked in the pussy was the burning arousal afterwards. She never came when he fucked her like this and it left her very frustrated.

Marcus left quickly after he was done coming and left her alone, naked, covered in spunk, and feeling hazy with arousal. She waved her wand to clean herself, a spell she had gotten very good at, and redressed. She opened the door of the closet but the second she had one foot out of the door, she was pushed back inside by Pansy. She was the only girl who ever used her and she was particularly unashamed of her sexuality, which was very unique to the girls of Slytherin.

The brunette smirked at Hermione as she pushed her up against the wall with a predatory look in her eyes. Pansy was quite the erotic lover, as Hermione had learned before, and she wasn’t surprised when she started to kiss her softly. Hermione was still very aroused from her time with Marcus and the way Pansy nibbled on her bottom lip and licked Hermione’s tongue with her own made her arousal peek once more.

Pansy was surprisingly gentle as she started to unbutton Hermione’s blouse one button at a time. The girl pulled back to appreciate the sight of Hermione’s skin being revealed very slowly. Pansy caressed her cheek down to her neck and even further down, all the way past her breasts and down to her lower belly. Hermione trembled with anticipation. ‘Girls have such soft skin.’ Pansy whispered absentmindedly. Her deft fingers went back up to her cleavage and started to circle Hermione’s breasts.

Pansy put a hand on her breast and very gently massaged her nipple with her thumb, then leaned in to catch Hermione’s gasp with her mouth. ‘Touch me, Hermione.’ She whispered against her lips in between soft kisses. Hermione was overcome with arousal and it was a bit of a struggle to focus on the other girl while she was being touched so sensually. She closed her eyes to focus and put her hand on Pansy’s waist. It had taken Hermione a couple of times but by now she knew exactly what Pansy liked.

She caressed the subtle curve of Pansy’s body until she reached her arse. Hermione squeezed lightly before venturing underneath the front of the skirt and finding Pansy’s little thong. There was never much fabric on the Slytherin girl and it was always lacey and mostly see-through. The second Hermione ran her fingers over the edge of her underwear, Pansy gave up on kissing and rested her face in Hermione’s neck. A soft little moan escaped her as Hermione slid her fingers over her underwear, using very light pressure to tease the girl. When she pressed down on her clit, Pansy squeezed Hermione’s breast, making them both moan out at the same time.

‘Enough teasing.’ Pansy said breathily and grinded against Hermione’s fingers to make her point clear. The girls were about the same height so Hermione could see Pansy’s expression clearly as she slid her fingers between her folds and touched her skin-on-skin. The girl might be pug-faced and a notorious bully but the sight of her so aroused was quite erotic. Hermione teased around the clit for a while, making her as sensitive as possible before she finally pressed her thumb against the little bud and started to circle on it very lightly.

After Hermione’s fingering had gotten Pansy quite wet, Pansy pulled back to create some space between them. ‘Take everything off.’ Pansy ordered with a breathy voice. As Hermione let her blouse fall to the ground, Pansy turned around and grabbed her bag from the floor. When she was fully naked, Pansy turned around and showed her an object that made her eyes go wide. Pansy smirked and showed her the object.

‘This is called a strap-on. I want you to fuck me with it. Here, let me.’ Pansy bent down besides Hermione’s naked body and put the fake cock on her body, fasting the straps across her belly and thighs. Hermione felt her cheeks burn up. There have been many instances when she had felt embarrassed or ridiculous but this was entirely different. Never had she thought she would be forced to fuck a girl with a fake penis. She decided it was better than the other way around, especially with those who treated her much too roughly.

When she was done, Pansy stood before Hermione and looked at her with a grin. Then she grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Hermione to switch places so Pansy was standing against the wall. ‘Now fuck me.’ Hermione was quite hesitant to do so. Usually, she wasn’t the one who took control and started to fuck. It was strange to be on the other side of the cock.

Hermione stepped closer and held the fake cock in one hand while she put her other hand on Pansy’s hip, still a bit unsure about it all. ‘Go on. Put it in.’ Pansy said and caressed the side of Hermione’s breast with her thumb as she rested her hand there. Hermione looked at Pansy’s face closely as she pushed the very tip of the dildo inside of her, searching for any sign she might be doing something wrong. Pansy let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes, her hand carelessly massaging Hermione’s breast. ‘Faster.’ She whispered.

It took Hermione a minute to get used to the specific hip movements that were involved but once she got going, she had Pansy mewling and gasping in delight. ‘You’re a natural. Touch me more.’ Pansy demanded. Hermione stepped closer, inserting the dildo further than she had before, and put a hand on her ass while she started to rub her clit with her other hand. Pansy lifted her leg and threw it over Hermione’s hip so she could reach her pussy better. Hermione focussed mainly on rubbing her clit, knowing most pleasure came from there, but kept her pushes deep and strong. It seemed that Pansy liked how deep this long, thick dildo could reach. Each time Hermione slammed it back in, Pansy moaned loud enough to make Hermione worry someone would hear them.

The sight of the dildo sliding in and out of Pansy was an odd one but it made Hermione’s arousal peek. Pansy was no longer touching her, she was only focussed on her only pleasure, as most Masters and Mistresses were, leaving Hermione very frustrated.

After a little while, Pansy decided on a different position. Still fully clothed except her little thong, Pansy turned around and bent over, presenting her backside to Hermione. ‘Like this.’ Hermione grabbed onto Pansy’s hips and slid her slick dildo right back into Pansy squelching pussy. ‘Fuck.’ Pansy moaned. She looked back and smirked at Hermione. ‘Such a quick study, aren’t you?’ Hermione couldn’t help but blush, especially since Pansy moaned obscenely loud when Hermione hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her.

‘Right there.’ She moaned. ‘Rub my clit, I’m close.’ Hermione quickly reached underneath the witch and found her swollen clit once more. It only took a minute or so before Pansy’s cunt visibly clenched around the dildo and her legs started to tremble. The moans that left her body nearly had Hermione coming with her. She kept rubbing until Pansy pushed her hand off her overly sensitive clit. ‘That was really good.’ Pansy said, sounding a bit surprised. ‘Of course, you’ve had plenty example of how it should be done.’ She smirked. While Pansy could be a very sensual lover, she still had to finish with a sneer each time.

Hermione ignored the way her own pussy still fluttered or the way her clit throbbed as she gave the strap-on back to Pansy and got herself dressed, again. Pansy left without saying another word and Hermione had to hurry if she wanted to shower before she had to meet Draco for patrolling. Hermione ignored everyone in the common room as she hurried into the bathroom. Taking showers were some of the moments Hermione looked forward to the most. She would not be interrupted for sex and she could finally wash the sweat and cum of other people off her body. She usually spend a long time in there before she felt remotely clean.

‘Hermione, join us.’ Harry called her as she walked into the common room in a pair of jeans and a simple, baby blue sweater. Since she had about ten minutes left before she had to go, Hermione sat down beside Ron as he was about to make a move in their game of wizard’s chess. ‘Who are you patrolling with tonight?’ Harry asked as he stared at the chess board before him. Hermione dreaded telling them but not as much as she dreaded actually going. ‘Malfoy.’ As she said his name, her heart started to beat a little faster. Both Harry and Ron immediately pulled a face of disgust and Hermione couldn’t help but mimic them. ‘I don’t like this. Maybe you shouldn’t go. What if he tries something?’ Ron said and it was exactly what Hermione feared. He had not touched her in a very long time, it was probably long overdue for him to shag her.

‘I can defend myself.’ It was a good thing Hermione had gotten better at lying or else they would see right through her shameless lie. ‘I don’t like it.’ Harry added. ‘Me neither but I don’t really have a choice. We’re both prefects so we’re going to have to work together occasionally.’ Hermione explained, her heart starting to beat faster by the minute. Never before had she been so nervous about patrolling.

‘Well, let’s hope not too often then. Speaking of being a prefect, have you started on the Transfiguration paper, because…’ And on Ron went, hoping Hermione would help him with his paper, or even do it for him. Ever since Hermione had become a whore for Slytherin, she had little time for schoolwork, let alone the work of others. Ron and Harry still nagged her for her help but Hermione had to be strict, otherwise she might not even get Acceptables anymore.

After Ron had Harry beat in the chess game, it was time for Hermione to go meet Malfoy. She was so dreadfully nervous of meeting him, she walked slowly and started to tremble when she got closer to their meeting point. Just before she rounded the corner and met him before the door of the Great Hall, Hermione stopped herself. There were voices around the corner, whispering urgently.

‘I just don’t understand why you don’t use her. I don’t want you to be in pain.’ Hermione recognized Daphne’s voice. ‘Pain?’ Hermione heard a deep sigh. ‘I don’t understand why you want me to fuck her so bad. I thought you’d appreciate me being faithful to my betrothed.’ Draco’s voice was sharp in the quite hallway. Even Hermione sensed his annoyance. Hermione was becoming quite cross herself. She couldn’t believe that after the conversation she’d had with Daphne the other day, she was pushing guys to have their way with her. But at least now she knew why Draco wouldn’t shag her. He was going to get married to Daphne.

‘I am grateful, truly. But I don’t want you to start resenting me for not taking care of your needs. I really don’t mind you using Hermione in the meantime.’ Hermione was boiling on the inside and decided to intervene before Daphne managed to send one more rapist after her.

Hermione rounded the corner and both Daphne and Draco immediately stopped their conversation. ‘Hermione.’ Daphne smiled, though it wasn’t very convincing. Hermione only nodded to the both of them. ‘We should go.’ Draco said and instantly started walking. Hermione felt a bit awkward between the two of them but didn’t hesitate to follow Draco at the brisk pace he had set.

Patrolling with Draco was very awkward and quiet. Hermione didn’t dare say anything to her Master, afraid to attract any attention to herself and have him decide on using her after all. Draco seemed lost in his own mind for a little while, he never once looked at her for the first fifteen minutes. Only when they encountered a young boy trying to sneak back to his dorm from right outside the kitchen did they both snap out of their thoughts. Draco was quick to deduce points as Hermione stood beside him. After they send the boy on his way, they resumed their patrolling but something was different. Hermione felt his eyes on her as they walked and suddenly she was much more aware of his presence. Still, neither one of them said a word.

Hermione was nearly scared into having a heart attack when they rounded a corner and Draco suddenly pulled her back against his chest. He put a hand over her mouth so her squeal was caught and wrapped his other arm around her waist to hold on to her tightly. For a second, Hermione’s heart was beating irrationally hard and she wondered what Draco might do to her. Then he let go of her mouth, carefully stepped around the corner, and pointed at a secluded alcove by the window, where Hermione could just spot the backside of a student. Draco had cancelled his Wand-Lighting Charm so it was quite hard to see exactly what was going on but it was clear to both of them that the student had his trousers around his ankles.

Draco had a firm grip on Hermione as he very slowly walked the two of them a bit closer. Draco swirled his wand above his head and then tapped Hermione with it. She recognized the feeling of having an egg cracked on her head and when she looked down at herself, she blended with the colours of the castle. Draco had used the Disillusionment Charm on them both and forced her to stand even closer to the student with the dropped trousers.

When they got close enough, she could finally see what was going on. There was a girl on her knees in front of the boy, lips wrapped around his cock as she bobbed up and down his shaft. The slurping noises and moans from both of them were utterly obscene, especially in the nightly quiet of the castle.

It seemed that Draco was quite enjoying the show since Hermione could feel him growing hard against her back. Not much was needed for Hermione to become aroused again, especially after Marcus Flint and Pansy had left her very unsatisfied but seeing a girl sucking a cock right in front of her combined with the feeling of another cock against her back had her pussy gushing out waves of slickness. When Draco moved his hand up from her waist to her breast and squeezed, it felt like she was on fire, and he wasn’t even touching her skin directly.

The girl stopped sucking his cock after a few minutes and rose to her feet. She whispered something in his ear, which made the boy's cock jerk once. ‘Are you sure?’ The boy asked in a loud whisper and the girl smiled, a wicked smile on her face. She turned around, lifted her skirt up over her bum, and bend over. She looked behind and whispered back. ‘Sure.’ The boy didn’t hesitate much longer. He pulled her little white thong to the side and slid himself inside of the very willing girl.

Hermione could hardly stand to watch it. It was much too intimate, they were intruding on a personal moment between two lovers. And yet, she couldn’t look away. The way his cock went in a little further each time, stretching her wide open, the wet sounds it made, telling her how aroused the girl was, it was all so very arousing to watch.

Hermione trembled when she felt Draco’s breath on her ear. ‘You like watching, don’t you?’ His voice was not much more than a breath, tickling the shell of her ear. The hand that had been massaging her breast crept underneath her sweater and pulled both of the cups of her bra down so he could tease her nipples properly. Hermione didn’t have it in her to answer verbally so she only nodded. ‘Me too.’ He rolled her nipple between his fingers and Hermione had to fight really hard to stay quiet and not alarm the two students of their presence.

‘I’ve watched you before.’ His other hand very slowly slid down her belly until he reached the area between her legs. He palmed her pussy over her jeans and caressed her up and down. Hermione had never before gotten so horny so fast and she could barely stand it. A few soft mewls left her mouth before she could catch herself. ‘Shh.’ Draco pinched her nipple as punishment.

The girl before them started moaning with each thrust, spurring the boy behind her on to fuck her harder. It was like they had forgotten where they were. Each smack of his pelvis against her bum echoed through the hall as an erotic melody.

‘Just a few days ago, I watched you in the library, sitting on Montague’s cock. Very arousing to watch.’ His hips very gently started to grind against her backside, mimicking the motion of fucking her. Hermione’s cheeks burned bright imagining people watching her have sex. Having Draco watch her was one thing. He had seen her before but what if other people had seen her before too? Usually, Slytherins were very careful about not being caught but there were times when they might slip up. What would they resort to in order to keep their secret?

‘I’m coming.’ The boy before them grunted. Even in the dark, Hermione could see how red his face was and how much he was sweating. ‘Not inside.’ The girl turned around and pushed him off just in time. He spurted his cum all over her round arse cheeks, grunting loudly as he did so. Draco groaned in her ear in a very deep, low grumble. ‘I think I’ve done enough watching.’ He grabbed Hermione by the wrist and pulled her along, her breasts bouncing above their cups with each quick step.

Draco led them down a set of stairs and into the Great Hall, undoing his Disillusionment Charm on them both before he closed the door and started to perform the usual spells to hide them. ‘There.’ He pointed at the Gryffindor table and a wicked smile appeared on his face. ‘Get on the table.’ Hermione used the seats as a step and reluctantly climbed on the table where she ate all her meals. Draco was quick to join her and stood before her, fumbling with his trousers so he could pull his cock out.

‘On your knees.’ He physically turned her around and pushed on her back so she’d lower herself until she was on her knees. It seemed that the little show they’d just watched had gotten him quite impatient. Hermione had been quite close to coming herself and she couldn’t think clear enough to dread this, as she should.

Apparently, Draco didn’t even have the patience to have her undress anymore. Hermione felt the tip of his wand against her bum, sliding down to her pussy and suddenly felt the cool air on her exposed backside. He had cut her pants open to reveal just enough to fuck her. Hermione squealed when he grabbed onto her cut jeans and ripped them open further. Without any warning, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed himself inside in one go, which went quite smoothly seeing how wet she was.

The second his cock filled her up, Hermione knew her orgasm was very close. ‘Ahh fuck.’ Draco groaned just as Hermione moaned. ‘Ohh Merlin.’ Hermione leaned on her arms as he fucked her from behind but as her orgasm was rushing in at full speed, she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She let herself fall forward, leaning on her torso as Draco fucked an earth-shattering orgasm out of her. ‘Oh Gods, Malfoy!’ She shouted as the warm, tense feeling in her lower belly became to much and started to spread out all over her body. Her muscles spasmed and her limbs shook from overwhelming pleasure and she couldn’t stop moaning.

Draco let himself fall on top of her as her pussy clenched him like a vice when she came. His hips snapped faster and faster, smacking against her bum loudly in the empty Hall. He was like a man possessed as he leaned one elbow on her back, pushing her face into the table, while he forced himself inside of her deeper and faster. Hermione had never had and orgasm that went on for so long and when it was over she was too out of it to be very bothered by the purely animalistic way her was fucking her.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He chanted right before grabbed her hips in both hands and spurted his cum deep inside of her. He kept moving in and out of her for a long time after there was no more seed to spill and when Hermione looked behind, he was watching his cock pop out and slip back in with blatant lust in his eyes. Hermione felt drops of his cum seep out each time he pulled his cock back. When he was finally content, he pulled out one more time and put his cock away. To her surprise, he fixed her jeans so she wouldn’t have to walk back with her arse and pussy out.

The aftermath of the frenzy fuck she’d just received was quite awkward. Usually, guys didn’t stay afterwards but they still had to finish patrolling and it seemed the more time went by, the more Draco disappeared back into his own mind. Not one more word was said until it was time to part. He looked at her with an odd look of doubt in his eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead. ‘Good night.’ He said and quickly headed towards the dungeons.

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‘Are you coming with us to Hogsmeade, ‘Mione?’ Ron asked her. She hadn’t gone with her friends in weeks and the fact that he asked nearly moved her to tears. And yet, she couldn’t say yes. She was meeting Adrian so they could have sex somewhere semi-public. She had not thought about what she’d tell her friends so she didn’t have an excuse ready. Not knowing what Montague’s plans were, she was hesitant to use him as her reason. She bit her lip.

‘Maybe I can meet you there?’ She suggested hopefully. ‘That’d great.’ Harry smiled. ‘Sure. You know where we’ll be.’ Ron said before they left.

Hermione ran up to her empty dorm to make sure she had her outfit just right. Adrian had ordered her to wear a skirt but no panties and no bra underneath her sweater. She wore thick thigh high stockings underneath her skirt, hoping it would be warm enough since the temperature had dropped drastically the last few days. She had her hair in a ponytail as he had asked and she flung on a winter coat before heading down the many stairs. She wasn’t sure how they were going to pull it off since she was supposed to be dating another man.

Before she could make her way outside to join the mass, she was grabbed around the waist and pulled behind an armour. Strong arms held her from behind and briefly lifted her skirt. ‘Very good.’ Adrian said as he observed her bare pussy and bum. ‘You look gorgeous, love.’ He turned her around and pressed a kiss on her lips. ‘Thank you, daddy.’ Hermione blushed as the words left her mouth while Adrian’s eyes darkened visibly. He cupped her bum aggressively and pushed her against the wall so he could properly snog her.

‘Meet me in the alley behind Honeydukes.’ He bit her bottom lip and pulled on it gently before releasing it. He looked her over once more, his dark green eyes darting over her body wildly, before he left her behind by herself, flustered and blushing. Adrian was gentle and kind most of the time but sexually he could get a bit more aggressive, though he struggled not to get embarrassed when he acted that way. Hermione fought against it but that side of him was quite arousing to her. It meant that she would get ravished thoroughly.

Hermione waited a few minutes until she dared to get out of her hiding spot and followed the many other students to Hogsmeade. Her heart started to beat faster and faster until she could hear it in her ears. The thought of being caught while having sex in public terrified her. What would her friends say if they saw her being fucked by a man that was not her boyfriend? Her reputation was already becoming less proper, she would not survive something like that. And still, when Adrian had asked her with so much insecurity in his eyes, she couldn’t tell him no. Ignoring the fact that he was part of a group of rapists, he was one of the nicest boys she knew.

Right before she reached Honeydukes, she looked around and hoped no one noticed her when she slipped into the alley. She followed the dirty street until she was right behind the shop. Chatter and laughter of other students were still to be heard when Adrian walked towards her from the other side. He was grinning widely like a naughty child. He stopped walking only when their bodies touched and they could feel each other’s breaths on their skin. He brushed a stray curl from her face and leaned in to kiss her softly.

‘You truly look beautiful.’ He whispered on her lips while his other hand slipped underneath her skirt so he could rest it on her bum. ‘Tell me, Hermione. Are you a good girl for listening to daddy or are you a bad girl for walking around without underwear? I just can’t decide.’ He asked with that same insecurity in his eyes that begged her to play along.

‘I’m your good girl, daddy. I didn’t let anyone else see, I promise.’ Adrian’s green eyes sparkled and he nodded contentedly.

‘Alright then. If you didn’t let anyone see, you’re still my good girl.’ He zipped her jacket open and gently pinched her nipple over her sweater. His other hand left her bum and instead found her bare pussy. He rested his hand over her mound. ‘Good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?’ He slowly spread her pussy lips with his fingers and slid down to find the centre of her wetness. Hermione gasped.

‘I think so.’ He chuckled. ‘You think so? You don’t sound too sure.’ He joked. Hermione looked up from underneath her lashes and blinked innocently. ‘Well, I only want a reward if you get one too.’ Hermione reached out and brushed over his crotch ever so gently, then rested her hands on his chest. ‘Oh, sweet girl. You’re so good to your daddy.’ He breathed and looked at her like she was the most precious thing on earth.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. ‘Don’t worry, little one. You’re all the reward I want.’ He leaned heavily against her and breathed the scent in from her hair. ‘Why don’t you get on your knees for me?’ Hermione blushed deeply but slid down to her knees and looked up at one of her most handsome Masters. There was a slight blush on his cheeks as well and he quickly looked around the alley before opening his robes and slipping out of his pants just enough to let his cock out. ‘Go on, love. Get me nice and hard for you.’ He rested a hand on her cheek and gently guided her towards his twitching cock.

Hermione opened her lips and let the familiar feeling of a cock in her mouth arouse her. She shuddered as her own excitement rose and her pussy clenched around nothing. Adrian groaned and caressed her hair affectionately. ‘Such a good girl.’ He said as she bobbed up and down his throbbing erection. He never made her swallow him or forced her down on his cock further than she was comfortable with, for which she was very grateful. She honestly didn’t mind giving blowjobs very much anymore, not if they’d let her do the work and didn’t force her further than was pleasant for her.

He gently pulled back from her mouth, took her chin in his hand and tilted it up so she’d look at him. ‘You did such a good job, love. Are you ready to take daddy’s cock elsewhere?’ Hermione nodded bashfully, partly ashamed to be so eager to get shagged in an alley but her arousal spoke very clearly. She rose up and melted into Adrian when he kissed her. ‘Since you’ve been so good, I’ll let you choose. Do you want me to fuck you in your little pussy or in your arse?’ He caressed her hair as he asked it. Hermione blushed a little. ‘In my pussy, please.’

Adrian backed her up until she was against the wall. He pulled her leg up so she could rest it on his hip and pressed his spit slick cock against her core, making her shiver at the contact. He didn’t push in yet, instead he pushed two long fingers inside of her, curling them against her sensitive walls. He pushed in and out and smeared her slickness over her clit as he circled it.

‘You are so wet for daddy.’ He groaned in her ear as he positioned his cock right at her entrance. Hermione moaned freely as he pushed inside of her. He pushed in slowly until his entire length was inside of her, throbbing and making them both ache with burning desire. ‘You take daddy’s cock so well.’ He grunted as he pressed in a bit deeper, then let himself slide back until only the tip of his cock was inside. He quickly pushed back inside, as if he couldn’t stand to be parted from her for too long.

Hermione moved her hips with his thrusts, giving in to her own lust and chasing her orgasm as it started to build up. She clung to him with her arms but let her head fall back against the wall, eyes closed as she moaned. ‘Yes. Hmm.’ His hips snapped harder and faster and they both started to breathe harder.

‘You feel so good.’ He said on a deep groan, making her shiver at the tone of voice he used. It was never very hard for Hermione to come but this time her orgasm rushed in even faster than usual. The tight coil in her belly snapped and suddenly electric waves of pleasure made her muscles spasm around his throbbing cock. Hermione moaned while Adrian groaned as her pussy clenched around him wildly. ‘That’s a good girl.’ He sounded breathy and he picked up the pace, pistoling in and out of her without abandon. It didn’t take very long before he too found his pleasure and he shot his hot seed as deep inside of her as he could reach.

They stood in each other’s embrace for a little while, resting their foreheads against each other and catching their breaths. ‘Such a good girl.’ He panted slightly. He caressed her cheek and gave her a sweet kiss. ‘Such a beautiful, sweet girl.’ Hermione couldn’t help but smile at his praise. It was nice to be appreciated. Most students just used her and left her alone to deal with her messy pussy or other used hole. At least Adrian was kind and grateful.

He flung an arm around her after they recovered and straightened their clothing. ‘I’d say our first attempt at public sex was rather successful.’ He smiled and kissed her cheek as if they were a couple who’d just tried something exciting in their new relationship. ‘What did you think?’ He asked, a hint of his insecurity shining through.

She looked up at him and smiled bashfully. ‘It was nice.’ Sex with Adrian was always nice. He was generous and kind and even though his preferences were not her own, he always made sure she was left sated. ‘I’m glad.’ He kissed her cheek again, then let go of her entirely as he walked out of the alley.

Hermione found herself contemplating her own feelings for a moment. Thinking of Adrian as nice and generous was so contradictory. He was a rapist and he together with the rest of his house deserved to burn in hell for what they’ve been putting her through. And yet, she caught herself warming up to those who treated her better than the others. Feeling grateful they didn’t hurt her instead of being angry they raped her in the first place. Hermione had to keep fighting to keep perspective but it was becoming rather hard.

Hermione glanced at her Master one last time before she left in search of her friends. She didn’t get very far before she a different arm was flung over her shoulders. ‘Well, if it isn’t my little girlfriend.’ Montague leaned in to kiss her quite intimately. Several students stopped to stare and whispered at the sight in the middle of the street. ‘Where are you off to on this beautiful day?’ He asked cheerily.

Hermione was a little suspicious. Montague only was so happy with her when he had something cruel or humiliating planned. ‘I’m on my way to find my friends, sir.’ She whispered the last word, afraid someone might overhear them. Montague rested his hand on her breast over her heavy coat and gave it a little squeeze. ‘Well, let’s go then. We have been dating for a little while, haven’t we? It’s time I get to know your friends better.’

Hermione dragged her feet leading him towards the Three Broomsticks, where she knew Harry and Ron would have a table ready. It was worse enough that she wasn’t wearing any underwear when she was meeting her friends, now Montague was with her.

Ron and Harry were chatting and laughing when they approached de table in the far corner but they stopped abruptly when they lied eyes on her supposed boyfriend. ‘What is he doing here?’ Ron asked with a frown. Harry put a hand on his arm to calm him down. ‘I thought it was about time I got to know my girlfriend’s friends. After all, she’s been putting in effort to get to know mine.’ Montague explained and pulled out a chair for Hermione to sit on. He sat himself down on a chair very close to hers and put a hand on her bare thigh, just above her warm stockings.

It was awkward at first, the four of them trying to pretend they were friendly. Hermione was eternally grateful for the effort Harry was making as well for the fact that Montague wasn’t insulting her friends. After a little while, conversation actually started to feel relaxed and even Ron stopped glaring. It didn’t take long before Montague showed his true colours however, just to Hermione luckily.

His hand slowly but surely crept higher and higher, reaching underneath her skirt and caressing the soft skin of her thighs. Hermione was increasingly becoming aroused and the moment he touched her pussy, she jolted in her seat. He looked at her with an amused grin after finding her pussy bare and raised an eyebrow as he slid his fingers through her wet folds. He only touched her clit for a couple of seconds but it was enough to make her pussy gush out a wave of slickness over his fingers.

He withdrew his hand and brought it to her mouth. ‘There’s some foam on your lips, love. Here, let me.’ He wiped the supposed butterbeer foam of her fingers with the finger that was covered in her juices and pushed it inside so she could lick it off. Hermione burned brightly knowing she was tasting her own arousal right in front of her best friends but Montague was very good at pretending nothing was amiss so Ron and Harry didn’t notice a thing.

His hand went straight back to her thigh, caressing the skin underneath her skirt and driving her crazy. She was glad the boys were talking about Quidditch, at least her silence wouldn’t be strange when she tried to focus on keeping her arousal in check.

When he had worked her up very close to orgasming, he turned to look at her. ‘You look very flushed, love. Do you want to get some air?’ He acted as the concerned boyfriend and Harry and Ron seemed to buy into it. Hermione was glad but wanted to slap them at the same time for believing this ridiculous relationship. ‘I’d like that.’ Hermione smiled and took Montague’s hand as they said their goodbyes.

They passed many students that looked at the pair as he guided her outside. He didn’t say a word as they walked down the street and entered Honeydukes. He glanced around to make sure no one saw them as he took her into the cellar. He opened a trapdoor and instructed Hermione to climb down the stairs. Her heart started to beat faster as she descended and ended up in a dark passageway. ‘Sir?’ Her voice sounded hollow and she shivered, wondering why he had brought her down there. Soon he was beside her, his wand illuminating the passageway somewhat.

‘I liked playing with you in front of your friends. I must do it again soon.’ He grinned. ‘It made me very horny.’ He opened his robes and revealed the prominent lump in his pants. He leaned in and grinned maliciously. ‘You know, there’s a wet spot on your skirt. Everybody could see just how arousing it is to have me as a boyfriend. I’m certain your friends saw it too.’

Hermione blushed in shame and felt around on her skirt to find out whether or not he was teasing her. She wanted to cry when she indeed found a wet spot. ‘Told you.’ He smirked. ‘Now get on your knees and please me.’ He opened his pants and got his cock out for her to suck as she dropped to her knees on the cold and uneven ground. As she always did lately, Hermione shivered as she took his cock into her mouth.

‘No hands. Put them behind your back.’ He ordered. Hermione rested her joined hands just above the swell of her bum and bobbed up and down his hard erection, softly moaning as her own arousal reared its head. She must not have gone fast or deep enough for his liking, because he grabbed her head in both hands and held it in place as he fucked her face himself. He pushed his cock in as far as he could, forcing it down her throat until she gagged on it. He held it there a little while longer, making her panic and fight against the grip on her head. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t hold it any longer, he pulled out. She gasped for air and coughed a couple of times as he lungs burned for air.

He didn’t let her recover very long. He pulled her straight back on his cock within seconds, pushing himself down her throat again, only this time he didn’t keep it there. He picked up a quick pace of pushing himself in balls deep before pulling out and slamming back. Hermione struggled to get enough air into her lungs but there was nothing she could do. She was immensely glad when he pulled back to jerk himself while she was told to suck his balls. It felt dirty to lick and suckle on his hot balls but at least she could breathe.

‘You’re a very talented little cocksucker. We’ve taught you well.’ He held her by the hair and slapped his wet dick against her cheek a couple of times while he looked at her appreciatively. ‘Now take off your clothes. Quickly.’ Hermione stood up on shaky legs after being in the same position for so long and got naked while he watched her carefully. He was still fully dressed, only his throbbing cock was hanging out for her to see.

‘Hands on the wall and push your arse out.’ Hermione placed her palms on the cold stone of the tunnel and pushed her bum out for him. He pulled her cheeks apart and toyed with her plug. ‘It’s been a while since I had you there and I remember you so enjoyed it.’ He taunted as he pulled her plug out. He didn’t give her much time to brace herself before he pressed against her unwilling hole and forced himself inside. Hermione moaned in pain since he didn’t use any lube while he groaned in pleasure. The only lube in there was the lube she had applied on the plug after a visit to the bathroom, which was a while ago.

Suddenly, Montague smacked her right arse cheek as hard as she could. Hermione squealed in pain and tried to pull away from him. He held onto her hips and pulled her back hard, forcing her deep onto his cock, which also hurt. ‘Your arse is perfect for spanking, you know that?.’ He smacked her other cheek equally hard, making her shout out. ‘It jiggles so nicely. And when it turns red, it’s just the right shade.’ He smacked her again right when he pushed himself so deep she felt his balls slap against her pussy. ‘Beg me for more.’ He demanded. ‘Beg me to spank you.’

‘Please spank me, Master.’ She pleaded with tears burning behind her eyes. He reached underneath her to fondle her breast for a moment. ‘Tell me you like the pain. Tell me you need it.’ His voice was husky and deep and despite the dislike she had for this man, it made her tremble.

‘Please, spank me. I like it. I need you to spank me, Master. I need to feel pain.’ She begged as she looked over her shoulder to catch his eye.’ Her words spurred him on and he resumed hitting her arse with the palm of his hands, switching between her right and left cheek so they were equally red and sore. ‘If your friends could see you now.’ He chuckled. ‘Fucked in the arse while you’re begging to be spanked. I wish I could see the looks on their faces, or yours for that matter.’

She was glad when he gripped her hips, even though his hold on her was painfully hard, because he stopped spanking her. ‘I want you to masturbate to the thought of that. Bring one hand down to your pussy and rub it while you think of your friends watching you right now.’ He ordered.

She struggled to keep her balance with only one hand on the wall but she managed and brought her other hand down to her pussy. She was ashamed to feel she was incredibly wet. She knew it was because of the Lust potion but part of her questioned why some things made her wetter than others. Was it that her own depraved desires were shining through? Was she enjoying this more than she wanted to?

Montague leaned in so he could whisper dirty things in her ear as she found her clit and rubbed around it. ‘Imagine the look on little Potter’s face if he could see you right now. I’m sure he would be surprised at first, seeing his hot best friend with a cock up her bum. Her arse bright red after receiving a nice spanking. And then he would be disgusted with you, wouldn’t he?’ Hermione’s eyes were already teary after being hurt by his hands but it was the thought of her friends finding out what she’s being doing that truly made her cry.

‘Not your ginger friend, though. No, his reaction would be very different, I can promise you that. He might be shocked for a moment but then he would get very, very aroused.’ Montague wrapped an arm around her and started to pleasure her himself. As always, the touch of someone else was much more arousing than her own. A hot, tight coil started to form in her belly as he touched her.

‘I’ve seen the looks he gives you. That boy is itching to get his hands on you. If he could see you now, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. I am positive he wouldn’t hesitate if I invited him to join. What do you say, Granger? Weasley in your pussy while I fuck your arse?’ She tried to fight it, she really did but an orgasm was coming and she knew it would be a big one after he teased her so close towards one already in the café.

Montague slipped two fingers in her pussy and laughed. ‘Merlin, you are wet. Is the thought of Weasley joining us so exciting for you?’ He teased while Hermione cried out in pleasure as he pinched her clit. ‘Have you dreamed of him shooting his seed deep inside of you and impregnating you with countless ginger babies?’ He pushed his fingers as deep as he could reach. Hermione couldn’t keep it in any longer. Her back arched, her pussy clenched and she moaned ridiculously loud, all against her will as he orgasm overtook her body. Her legs shook as waves of pleasure rushed through her body and came together in her pussy, gushing out wetness over the fingers that were still fucking her.

He laughed in her ear as he started to push in faster and harder. ‘How was that? Coming to the thought of fucking your friend and giving him babies?’ He laughed again. ‘Awful.’ She responded softly. He pushed her against the wall with his powerful hips, his cock as deep in her arse as possible. ‘Good.’ He responded harshly. ‘Now on your knees.’ He pulled out and pushed on her shoulder to spur her along.

He pointed his cock at her face and rubbed himself to completion. Hermione hated it when they wanted to come on her face. She closed her eyes and turned her cheek to him but he was having none of it. ‘Look at me and open your mouth.’ He demanded. She opened up just in time to catch the first string of creamy cum on her tongue. The next couple of loads went all over her face and some hit her neck and breasts. When he was done, she was covered in hot seed and she felt terribly dirty.

‘Gorgeous.’ He joked as he put his cock back in his pants and straightened his robes. Hermione rose and reached for her wand so she could clean herself. ‘Come here.’ He said before she could clear her face. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe her face. He was quite gentle with her and Hermione was surprised at the intimacy of the moment. He had to ruined it of course. ‘Leave the rest.’ He hadn’t cleaned her breasts and a drop of cum was still on her neck, to be seen by all who looked at her. Hermione knew better than to argue by now.

She dressed herself, cringing at the feeling of the strings of cum soaking into her sweater, and pulled her collar high so the seed on her neck would be hidden. ‘Now, now, darling. It is not that cold outside.’ Montague grinned and opened her coat all the way down to her collarbones. Hermione sighed in defeat as she realized he didn’t just want her to feel it on her, he wanted people to see her like that or at least be at risk being seen like that.

He stood in front of her, looking her up and down. ‘Red, swollen lips, wild hair, and a bit of cum on your neck. You look like a proper harlot. Let’s go.’ They went up the stairs and through the cellar together, coming out into the store. He walked with her with a big, stupid smirk on his face, his strong arm around her shoulders as he guided her outside. Several students stopped and looked at them and Hermione felt everyone judging her. It was as if they all knew what they had been doing.

Montague walked her down the street with his hand on her arse, occasionally squeezing and hurting her sore bum. Eventually, he went off in search of his friends and Hermione made her way back to the castle alone, where she could hide from judging eyes and, well, people altogether. She wasn’t allowed to wipe the cum off until her next sexual encounter so she could either hide in her room or she could go looking for sex. She chose the former.

She walked the endless hallways of the castle on her way to the tower. Rounding a corner, she saw Snape walking towards her. Hermione stopped for a moment, but continued walking, spurred on by a need to hide away from everyone looking the way she did. She felt relieved when she passed him without a word but she froze only a second later.

‘Miss Granger.’ His deep, dark voice called out. They both turned around and he scrutinized her with his black eyes. His eyes dropped to the drying string of cum on her neck. Hermione’s cheeks turned to bright red. He walked towards her and stopped when he could touch her. He tilted her chin and kept it in place with a firm grip.

‘Is that a boy’s seed on your neck?’ He looked her over once more. ‘You look dishevelled. Your hair is tousled, even more so than usual. Your lips are swollen. Tell me, has there been a cock between them recently?’ His thumb swept over her sensitive lips.

‘Yes, sir.’ Hermione responded in shame. He tutted her in feigned disappointment. ‘And which boy has been so kind to decorate your neck with his cum?’ His onyx eyes sparkled with amusement. ‘Graham Montague, sir.’ Hermione reluctantly admitted. ‘Ah, your beloved boyfriend.’ He mocked. ‘Still, I’m afraid I cannot ignore such promiscuous behaviour, no matter your devoted relationship. Detention, Wednesday at four.’ And with a cruel smirk still on his lips, he turned around and briskly walked off.

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‘Tell us again why you’re not coming to the Burrow this year as you’ve done every year since we’ve met?’ Ron asked annoyedly. Hermione had tried to explain in before but Ron was just not having it. Even Harry didn’t have her back this time, he was too disappointed. ‘I told you, I’m finally meeting Graham’s parents.’ Hermione hated having to defend herself over this in particular. She knew the week she’d spend with him would be dreadful and here she was, pretending to be excited about it. ‘But why does it have to be the full week?’ Ron whined. ‘Because I enjoy spending time with my boyfriend.’ Hermione responded pointedly.

‘I’m sure you do.’ Lavender murmured from the chair by the fire. She had been making snide comments for weeks and Hermione was pretty sure she had been gossiping relentlessly about her and her supposed boyfriend. ‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’ Hermione was thoroughly fed up with the mean girl. Lavender looked up from her magazine and smirked. ‘Just that we all know how much you enjoy your boyfriend’s company.’

‘Well, yes. You might not know this seeing you have no boyfriend but one usually enjoys the company of him.’ Hermione snapped and Lavender’s stupid smile immediately dropped into a grimace. ‘I’d rather be single than a slut like you.’ Others in the common room dropped their own conversation so they could listen in to theirs. ‘Shut up! Hermione is not a slut.’ Harry snapped at the girl, much to Hermione’s pleasure and also shame, knowing she was in fact a huge slut, even though it was forced. Sitting there on the couch, she felt her pussy cream and long for cock due to the Lust potion’s effect. But did that make her a slut or just a victim of abuse? She wasn’t sure anymore.

‘Is that right?’ Lavender turned to look at Hermione and tilted her head slightly. ‘Did you not go into Honeydukes’ cellar for a quickie with your boyfriend? Although, quick might not be the right word. From what I heard you took your sweet time.’ Hermione felt herself heat up in hot shame, her cheeks burning as brightly as possible. With the look on her face, it was impossible to deny it fully. ‘We didn’t…do that.’ She mumbled while Lavender’s smile grew watching her struggle. ‘And whatever we did, it is none of your business and it certainly doesn’t make me a slut! We’ve been together for a while and it’s quite serious if you must know.’ The entire common room was looking at Hermione. She felt as if they all knew what she had been up to, even if only with Montague. Lavender smirked contently, knowing the rumours that were out there were all people wanted to hear. They would never listen to Hermione’s denials or explanations. Even Ron was looking at her suspiciously.

Hermione held her chin up as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the common room. She was grateful her tears only fell after she’d left. She didn’t want Lavender to see. She roamed the halls aimlessly, class didn’t start in another hour. Leave it up to Lavender to ruin her free time. She ended up in the library, one of the few places she still felt comforted, even if she had been shagged there before as well. She settled down at her favourite table, the one in the far back by the window with the lovely view. She decided against doing homework for once and pulled out a book she had been wanting to read for a long time. She never got the chance to do something for fun anymore.

It was wonderful to just read and enjoy the peace and quiet. That lasted for about half an hour. That was when a group of Slytherins came in, searching desperately for a book they needed for class. She recognized the boys, fortunately they were too young to participate in shagging her. Nevertheless, once they spotted her, their eyes grew wider and they grinned in excitement. Hermione felt trouble was on its way as the group of four boys made their way over to her.

‘If it isn’t our little house slut. Shouldn’t you be off fucking someone?’ One of them said. ‘Or perhaps you were waiting for us.’ Another responded eagerly. They still looked very young, baby faces and no trace of hair on their chins yet. It felt wrong that they even took those crude words in their mouth. ‘I’m a bit busy here, if you don’t mind.’ They weren’t her Masters but Hermione knew she had to be careful not to disrespect them. They were still Slytherins after all. ‘I wonder if she’s wearing underwear this time. A lot of them take it from her.’ A third boy said. ‘Show us, slut. Open your blouse and lift your skirt.’ The first one said. He looked the boldest of them all, with a stubborn, determined look in his eyes. Hermione finally put her book down and truly looked at them. ‘I know you’re only in your third year. You’re not supposed to be asking me anything.’ She said sternly.

‘Are you really going to argue with us? We have access to those pictures too, you know. It would be so easy to spread them around school.’ He smirked when he saw her face darken at the threat. ‘Go on then. Open your blouse for us.’ Another boy urged. Hermione felt absolutely perverted as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse for a bunch of younger children. They acted as children as well, chuckling and leaning over so they could see better. Like they had never seen a girl’s body before. They probably hadn’t. ‘She’s wearing a bra. Too bad.’ One of them said, looking genuinely disappointed. The first one who had spoken to her reached out and pulled her cups down, revealing her large breasts before their eyes. ‘There, that’s better.’ They chuckled and hushed each other, looking around to make sure no one was around. Hermione felt absolutely mortified to be handled this way by a couple of thirteen year olds.

‘Now stand up and lift you skirt.’ He demanded eagerly. With a deep sigh, Hermione rose to her feet and lifted up her skirt so they could see her plain, white panties. ‘That’s disappointing.’ Another one backed him up, complaining about her panties. ‘Take it off. Show us your pussy.’ Hermione prayed no one came into the library to catch her undressing with a bunch of kids watching her. Though, for once, a Slytherin might be welcome so he or she could stop them from breaking the rules. She carefully pulled down her panties while making sure her skirt covered it all.

‘I’ve got an idea.’ The fourth boy said with a grin. ‘Sit on the table and masturbate for us. Legs open wide.’ Hermione’s cheeks burned bright as she listened to him and settled on the table. She pulled her legs up to rest her feet on the table, giving them a perfect view of her spread pussy. One of them laughed out loud and pointed at the plug up her bum. ‘You truly are a Slytherin slut.’ They laughed and made fun of her while she sat there with her breasts hanging over her bra and her pussy bare before them.

‘Well, what are you waiting for? Start masturbating.’ One of them said when they were done making fun of her. Hermione didn’t want to get aroused in front of them but it was still early in the morning and she had just taken her Lust potion so she was already quite excited. Sliding two fingers down her stomach until she reached her pussy lips, she felt incredibly aroused. She spread her outer pussy lips and slid down until she reached the wetness coming from her entrance. Taking some of it with her on her fingers, she went back up again and circled her clit, shivering when her slick fingers finally touched the sensitive bundle. The boys had gotten very quiet, they only stood there, watching her explore her pussy.

‘That’s fucking hot.’ One of them whispered when she slid two fingers inside of her. Hermione moaned softly while she fucked herself with her fingers, imagining it was a fat cock filling her. ‘Lie down.’ The braver boy demanded and pushed on her shoulder until she lied down and rested her back on the table. ‘David, you can’t.’ Another whispered when the brave boy opened his robes and took his cock out of his pants. ‘I really can.’ He jerked himself a couple of times before moving to stand between Hermione’s open legs and shoving himself inside of her without hesitation.

‘We’re going to be in so much trouble.’ The other boy whispered and looked around the library and then to his friends. He didn’t find any help there. His friends were all rubbing themselves over their trousers, watching David shagging her roughly and a bit awkwardly. He struggled setting the right pace but it didn’t matter for Hermione. She was too aroused to be bothered by it. He had a sizable cock for such a young boy and no matter how wrong it might be, she felt her orgasm rushing in fast.

David looked like he didn’t know where to look. His eyes darted from his cock moving inside her pussy to her jiggling breasts and then to her flushed face, her mouth slightly opened. He didn’t really know how to touch her either. One hand moved to her full breasts, squeezing and pinching, then he moved to her pussy, exploring the soft, wet skin. He was frantic as he took her, his teasing words long left behind. He seemed overwhelmed by lust, as was Hermione.

She bit her cheek to hold in her moan as the first orgasm of the day washed over her. She clenched on the boy’s cock, her legs spasming slightly, and her head falling to the side. ‘Shit.’ Another boy stood beside her, jerking himself off as he watched his friend fuck her. It didn’t take more than minutes before the boy came inside of her, stuttering hips against her, a groan escaping his mouth. His face was bright red and he was breathing hard. The stupid little smile on his face when he was done suddenly made Hermione realize it had probably been his first time. She had been his first time. She felt sick to her stomach and tried to get up and off the table but the second boy pushed her back down and finished jerking himself off to her bare body, shooting his cum all over her breasts. The other two boys didn’t dare to come so close to her, but one of them groaned and probably ruined his underwear.

‘Much better.’ The braver boy said once he was done straightening his clothes and catching his breath. ‘This is what you’re meant for after all. Don’t mention this to anyone or we’ll spread the pictures.’ They walked away with satisfied smirks on their face, leaving Hermione defiled and feeling terrible. How could she have sunk so low, being abused by children. After a simple and well-practiced wave of the wand, the cum was gone from her cunt and breasts and she quickly dressed herself before anyone could noticed something was wrong.

Hermione felt awful the rest of the day and she felt a burning desire to tell someone what had happened with the boys. Their threat of the pictures being spread held her back though. She couldn’t imagine what people would say if they saw them. She would surely lose her friends and then everyone would know Lavender was right. She truly was a deviant slut. And yet, these boys had broken the rules. They had always been very adamant about their rules, both the ones meant for her and the ones meant for them.

She went back and forth all day and when it was time to go to detention with Snape, she had decided she would tell him about it. As their Head of house, he would know what to do and whether or not their threats were valid. She was not looking forward to detention. Last time he punished her had been quite the traumatizing experience. She hesitated in front of the door for a moment, then finally found the courage to go in and meet the Potions professor.

‘Come in.’ His deep voice reached from the other side of the door after knocking. ‘Miss Granger. Come.’ She walked the long aisle between the tables until she reached his desk and waited awkwardly until he was done writing notes on the board. ‘Sir, before we start…’ She hesitated again and she no longer felt like the brave Gryffindor she once was. ‘Yes?’ He said slowly, watching her expression carefully. ‘Something happened today. A group of boys made me do…things. They were third years.’ She bit her lip. ‘They threatened to release the pictures of me if I told anyone.’ His face betrayed nothing as she spoke but his sigh told her he was not happy with his students.

‘What did they make you do?’ He asked and gave her his full attention. ‘They made me show them my breasts and masturbate.’ She admitted with flaming cheeks. ‘And you obeyed?’ His voice insinuated that she shouldn’t have but those boys didn’t give her a choice. ‘Of course I did. They threatened-’

‘Yes, yes, they threatened to expose you. Be careful of your tone, miss Granger.’ He turned around to put some vials in the first drawers of his desk and then returned to her. ‘Do you know who they were?’ Hermione shook her head. ‘One of them was called David but I don’t have more names. There were four of them, I’m sure I’d recognize them. Sir, they did more than just watch me.’ More heat drew to her cheeks as she gave him more details. He watched her intently. ‘One of them, well, he penetrated me. David.’ She couldn’t look at him as she said it, it was too embarrassing. ‘Vaginally?’ He asked and she nodded in response. ‘And another boy masturbated to the sight. He came on my breasts.’

Snape finally stopped watching her and organized some papers on his desk. ‘I’ll see to it that they receive the proper punishment. You may be needed to identify them. For your information, no one has access to your pictures except for a select few. Third years and younger are certainly not part of them. Do not fall for it again.’ Hermione felt terribly stupid. She let a couple of young snakes manipulate her into embarrassing herself in front of them and even let one fuck her. She would make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

‘Now, for your detention.’ He sat down in the chair behind his desk and made room for her. ‘Crawl underneath the desk.’ She dropped to her knees with dread in her belly. What on Earth could he have in store for her now? ‘In a couple of minutes, I will be teaching class to second years. I will be walking around to explain some things. The moment I sit down, you will open my robes and trousers and take my cock out. You will suck it until I tap your cheek twice. That’s the sign that I need to stand up and attend to my students. You will tuck me away until I return. This will continue until class is finished. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, sir.’ Hermione understood perfectly but she was very nervous. What if one of them saw her or heard her as she fumbled with his pants or sucking his cock? She would be mortified. She would just have to trust him to follow their own rules and willingness to keep their secret well-hidden from other houses.

Hermione sat back and hid herself deep underneath the desk when she heard students come into the classroom. They were quiet as they sat down and she could practically taste their fear of Snape. He started class by explaining quite elaborately on the potion they were going to make that day. When he was done, the students could begin and Snape sat down in his chair behind the desk, pulling his chair close towards her. Hermione only hesitated for a second before she shuffled towards him on her knees and carefully and quietly opened his robes. She was glad to hear many sounds in the classroom. Students gathering cauldrons, chatting amongst themselves, and chopping up things with sharp knives. They wouldn’t hear the ruffling some clothes.

His cock was soft when she pulled it out. She preferred to get it hard with her hand but his instructions were clear so she took it in her mouth. She didn’t like the feeling of a soft cock in her mouth. It was floppy and it just felt wrong. Luckily, he grew hard quite quickly, filling up her mouth until she gagged on it. He certainly was a grower. He didn’t force himself deeper or even thrust into her, he let her do all the work which meant she didn’t have to gag or choke on it but she still liked to try to take him as deep as she could. If there was anyone she wanted to please, it was Snape, though she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was his blatant disapproval of her for all these years or it was just her desire to be praised.

She switched up bobbing up and down and swirling her tongue around him by jerking him off while she licked his balls, gently sucking on each of them, before returning her full attention back to his cock. She had just managed to take him down her throat a bit when he tapped her cheek twice. She neatly put him back in his trousers and closed his robes in front of him so no one would see his throbbing boner through his clothes.

Snape had to assist his students, who he vocally deemed as imbeciles incapable of brewing the simplest of potions. Hermione waited patiently underneath his desk, hoping no student was brave enough to roam so far into Snape’s domain. Her own desire peaked while she had pleased him and, even though it shamed her to think it, she wished he would get her off too. She doubted it since this was supposed to be punishment.

Hermione immediately snapped back to attention when he sat back down in his chair, opening his trousers and fishing his cock out. It was still semi-hard and slightly wet from her previous attentions. This time, she started by licking up and down his shaft, down from the base all the way to the very tip, where a bit of precum was leaking out. When she finally took him in fully, she let his heavy member rest on her tongue, relishing feeling the heat and hardness. Hermione closed her eyes and took him in further, relaxing her throat until the tip of him slid down it. She held him there as long as she could, her throat clenching around him as she reflexively tried to swallow.

She repeated the same thing a couple of times until Snape grabbed a handful of hair and kept her in place, his cock rather deep in her mouth. Finally, he could no longer restrain himself and he thrust a couple of times until he spurted straight down her throat. Hermione frantically swallowed to keep up with the loads of cum he gifted her, ignoring the burning desire to cough. When he was finished and pulled back, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. His cock gradually grew soft and he must be quite sensitive and yet he had ordered her to suck him when he was sat there. Before she could make the decision whether or not to continue, he tapped her chin so she stuffed him back and straightened his clothes.

Hermione continued sucking him for the rest of class and when it was over he had come down her throat two more times. When the last student left the room, he closed the door and moved the chair so she could crawl from beneath it to finally stand, her legs stiff and her knees sore from spending so much time on them. ‘Well done, miss Granger.’ He said in that deep voice of his. Hermione hated that she felt proud but she did. She felt gratified that she had pleased the man who was hardest to please. ‘Detention is over. You may return to your dorm.’ He dismissed and turned to his paperwork without another glance. Hermione felt a bit disappointed that her own arousal wouldn’t be dealt with but she wouldn’t ask him to shag her. She crossed her fingers that someone would shag her into orgasm on her way to the Gryffindor tower.

No such luck for Hermione. She was still incredibly turned on when she arrived in the Gryffindor common room but she tried to ignore it when she sat down beside Ron and Fred. Ron was playing a game of wizard’s chess against Harry, who was sat on a comfortable chair, while Fred watched and spurred on their competitiveness. They all greeted her but it was clear they were uncomfortable in her presence. They had been all day. Perhaps Lavender’s words had gotten to them, despite them standing up for her earlier.

‘She’s just jealous.’ Fred whispered in Hermione’s ear as his eyes were fixed on Lavender, who was sat across the room, whispering something to Parvati. Hermione looked at Fred, meeting his eyes when he turned as well. ‘She couldn’t get a boy to like her if her life depended on it.’ He grinned a devious little grin. ‘And the one boy who ever liked her broke it off because he was still hung up on you.’ When Hermione looked at him questioningly, he subtly nodded his head at his little brother. ‘No.’ She whispered. Ron didn’t like her. He had always teased her when they were younger. About her wild hair or her beaver front teeth. He got angry at her so easily, making her feel so vulnerable and making her cry. Sometimes she wondered if he was really her friend. But Fred nodded with a knowing smile on his lips. He did get very upset when he found out about her and Montague. And he still turned red whenever someone brought the pair up. Hermione wasn’t sure how she felt about Ron supposedly liking her but she looked at Fred again and knew he wasn’t making it up.

‘You’re more alluring than you think, love.’ He said softly before turning his attention to the game once more.

Hermione found herself contemplating a relationship with Ron on her way to class. She had never thought of him that way before. The way he used to tease her was always in the back of her mind. She could never think of him as anything more than a friend when he had called her ugly in so many words so often. Why would he do that if he liked her? But even now, imagining the two of them together was not very appealing to her. Even without her role as toy, they would be terrible together. They didn’t have very much in common and he still acted so much as a boy.

She didn’t have time to finish her thoughts, since she was grabbed by the waist by Adrian, who pulled her along until they reached the trophy room, which was unlocked as it always was. Adrian pushed her against the door once he had it closed behind them and pressed a hot, urgent kiss on her lips. ‘I can’t stop thinking about Hogsmeade.’ He murmured against her lips. ‘You were such a good girl, just thinking about it makes me hard.’ It was one of the times Adrian let out his rougher side. He was uncontrolled and wild and it aroused Hermione immensely.

He didn’t even bother to undress either of them. He fished his cock out of his trousers without fully dropping them, lifted Hermione’s leg over his hip, slid her panties to the side and thrust his cock home into her waiting heat. Both of them moaned when he was fully inside of her. ‘You feel so good.’ He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he pulled back and pushed in hard.

She gripped his robes to cling on for dear life as he set a brutal pace of intense pleasure for both of them. Always the generous lover, he rubbed her clit to make sure she’d come with him. ‘Are you going to come for daddy?’ He growled against her neck. Hermione whimpered and moaned and let her upcoming orgasm fill her up with pleasure. ‘That’s a good girl. You look so beautiful when you come.’ He praised her as her pussy clenched on his cock, trying to milk his own orgasm from him. It didn’t take long before he started to spurt his cum inside of her. He kissed her softly and groaned into her mouth when he did, pushing his hips against her to reach as deep inside as he could. When he was completely finished, he took a hand full of her hair in one hand and pulled to make her look at him. Both of them had hazy looks in their eyes, lingering lust still prominent.

‘Aren’t you going to thank daddy for making you feel good?’ He asked, a hint of uncertainty behind his eyes. Hermione genuinely started to like Adrian, against her better judgement, and she didn’t want him to feel embarrassed for getting aroused by the things he did. She batted her eyes at him innocently. ‘Thank you, daddy. It felt really good.’ She whispered. His bright green eyes went darker and he kissed her fiercely. His cock twitched inside of her, making her pussy flutter but eventually it started to soften and he let it slide out, a rush of cum mixed with her own wetness slipping out with it.

Finally, he let her leg slide down from his hip so she could stand on her own two feet. Their coupling had been quite hurried and intense so her legs were a little bit wobbly but thankfully Adrian wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her steady as he stuffed his cock back in his trousers. ‘Sorry.’ He mumbled. ‘I didn’t mean to be so…aggressive. I was pretty horny I guess.’ He laughed awkwardly.

One moment this man pushed her up against a wall, fucked her into a mind-blowing orgasm, forced her to thank her daddy for it, and the next he was all shy and hoping she wouldn’t judge him for it. She couldn’t help but find it endearing. She took his hand and squeezed it. ‘It’s okay. I didn’t mind.’ She responded reassuringly. He beamed at her as he opened the door for her to walk through first. He gave her a quick kiss on her back of her head before he slipped away and left her alone once more.

Chapter Text

‘Uhh, Hermione, someone’s here to see you.’ Seamus said awkwardly as he let Montague into the common room through the portrait hole. Immediately, the entire common room erupted in whispers and nervous glances between Montague and Hermione. Montague didn’t seem very bothered as he sauntered into the room towards his supposed girlfriend with an unmatched arrogance. Hermione’s heart started to beat faster and it took her a couple of seconds to slip into the role of loving girlfriend. Seeing him there startled her badly. No Slytherin had ever come into the Gryffindor tower before, beside initiation night. Unfortunately, the clock on the wall told her it was past ten so her free time was up.

She put the book she was reading down and stood up, forcing a smile on her lips as he reached her and greeted her with a kiss on the lips. His hand slipped down and cupped her arse over her tight jeans. He pulled her into a hug and rubbed his face against her hair, inhaling deeply. Her hair was still damp from the shower she had taken earlier, thinking she was done shagging for the day. ‘What are you doing here?’ She whispered in shock. He pinched her bottom sharply. ‘Now, now, that’s no way to greet your beloved boyfriend.’ He moved his lips to her ear and whispered softly. ‘Or your Master.’ He pulled back to look at her with a handsome smile that surely would have the others fooled. He was becoming a better actor with each passing day of play pretend. ‘I came to spend some time with my girl. I missed you.’ He pushed a curl behind her ear while she looked at the floor, pretending to be bashful while in fact she was scared of what he would do to her, in front of the others.

Lavenders was whispering furiously to a couple of girls in her year and while Hermione didn’t catch it, Montague clearly did. He turned around and glared at the gossiping girl. ‘Do you want to repeat that out loud?’ He made it sound like an order. While Montague looked very intimidating with a harsh glare in his dark eyes and his impressive muscular body that towered over almost everybody in the room, Lavender seemed to feel empowered by the fact that they were surrounded by only Gryffindors. Especially since most of them hated Montague.

She put a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow, challenging him. ‘I said, we all know the only thing you missed about her is between her legs.’ Lavender said and smirked as if she was very proud of herself. Hermione felt her cheeks warm up at the insult, both shame and anger filling her slowly. Montague responded much quicker. ‘I came here to spend time with my girlfriend, not to argue with little girls who wouldn’t recognize a cock if it was stuffed in their big mouths. So do shut up.’ The whispering in the room stopped and was replaced by either silent shock or soft chuckles. The look on Lavender’s face was priceless. The undignified gasp that left her, the mouth that dropped open in shock, or the hot blush on her cheeks, Hermione could not decide what she liked better.

‘Come, sit with me.’ Montague guided Hermione to a big, cushioned armchair and sat down, pulling her to sit across his lap. He never paid Lavender any more attention but Hermione could still not believe what had happened. ‘Thank you, sir.’ She whispered as she looked at him. Montague had never been anything but cruel to her. He took so much pleasure in humiliating and hurting her, she had almost expected him to confirm everything Lavender said about her. Instead, he stood up for her and humiliated Lavender. He must have done it to keep the Slytherin secret safe but Hermione still appreciated it.

‘Don’t thank me yet.’ He grinned wolfishly as he levitated a blanket their way. ‘Come here, love. No need for you to be cold.’ He said loudly as he tucked the blanked over both their bodies. Hermione smiled at him but dreaded what was to come. The second the fabric hid them, his hand glided from her knee up to her thigh until it touched her crotch. He chuckled when she tensed up in his arms and she flinched when he touched her so intimately. She glanced around the room to make sure no one could tell where his hand was but the attention was no longer on the odd pair. Students had resumed doing their homework or playing games, others went to bed. Lavender was nowhere to be seen.

‘I want you to play the loving girlfriend. Kiss me, touch me, smile at me like you mean it.’ He demanded and she had no choice but obey. Hermione put a hand on the side of his neck and leaned in to press a quick kiss on his lips, or that was what she had intended. Montague pressed a hand on the back of her head to keep her in place as he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips against hers harder and moaning softly. Hermione felt her cheeks burn as she was acutely aware of the others in the room. Still, she kissed him back.

Tingles travelled all over her skin as he pushed his tongue inside and found hers. His warm, wet tongue swirled around hers and massaged it until she felt like she was on fire. Montague never favoured kissing much so she wasn’t aware quite how talented he was with his mouth. She only hoped no one was watching the sordid show they were putting on.

When he was finally finished, both their lips were quite red and swollen. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. ‘Tell me, little toy. How the hell did you end up being fucked by a thirteen-year-old?’ Hermione was lost for words and felt immensely embarrassed that the story had reached the other Slytherins. He only grinned, clearly pleased by her humiliation. ‘I want you to tell me every little detail of what they did to you and you will do so with affection in your eyes and a smile on your lips.’

The hand on her crotch tightened its grip on her as she began to tell him what had happened the other day. She faked a smile and leaned her head against the side of the chair, as if she was completely relaxed in his arms. Montague listened intently, occasionally smiling along with her. ‘More details.’ He ordered once she got at the part where David pushed himself inside of her. ‘Tell me how it felt.’ The hand between her legs had warmed her pussy and when he started to rub her, she felt incredibly sensitive.

‘It felt good, I came really fast.’ She admitted as her blush started to spread out to her neck. ‘But I felt like a pervert being shagged by a child.’ He grinned widely and unbuttoned her jeans. ‘Go on.’ He ushered as he unzipped her jeans and slid his hand inside of them, tracing her pussy until he reached a wet spot in her underwear. One finger slid underneath her panties and pushed inside her pussy. Hermione finished her story with his finger inside of her. He held it there, completely still the entire time.

‘You were tricked by a bunch of kids. That was pretty naïve of you. Or did you simply want to be fucked by prepubescent little shits? That must be it, since Hermione Granger is such an intelligent girl.’ He whispered his wicked words in her ear as she shook her head to deny it all. ‘Don’t lie to me, my finger got soaked while you told the story. It still turns you on, doesn’t it?’ He teased.
‘It doesn’t.’ She managed to get out as he was teasing her clit with his experienced fingers. ‘Then why are you so wet?’ Two fingers slipped inside of her with ease. He pumped her lazily, sometimes going up to rub her clit for a moment, and sinking back inside of her. Hermione struggled to stay still on his lap. She swore anyone could tell what was going on if they’d look.

‘Because you’re touching me.’ She said on a shaky breath. He grinned widely. ‘Ahh, so I turn you on? Tell me.’ He demanded. Hermione took a deep breath and tried to focus on her words instead of her throbbing pussy. ‘Yes, sir. You turn me on when you touch me like that.’ Montague smiled and looked around the common room. It was getting quite empty, only Seamus and Dean, and Fred and George were still there, the first pair playing a card game and the second pair working on a new product.

Montague inserted a third finger and pushed hard. ‘Like this?’ Hermione had to bite on her cheek to stop herself from crying out. She nodded. He hummed in her ear. ‘It’s making me quite hard as well. I really want to fuck you.’ His words sent a shiver of fear through Hermione. She wouldn’t put it past him to try to fuck her while there were still people in the room. ‘Until your little housemates are gone, I will tease you but you are not allowed to come. You will tell me when you’re close and I will stop touching you. And then we will do it all over again. If you accidentally do come, I will punish you. Do you understand?’ He whispered fervently. ‘Yes, sir.’ Montague stopped just teasing her for the fun of it and started touching her as if he was in a race of making her come as fast as possible. He shifted her slightly on his lap so he could pull her pants down a bit and position her so he could use his hand more effectively. Two fingers inside of her and his thumb circling on her little clit. It didn’t take long before Hermione’s body was on fire and she felt an orgasm rushing in. ‘Stop, stop.’ She breathed hard and jerked away from his hand.

He shushed her and pulled her in for a hug so the others in the room wouldn’t respond to her sudden movement. ‘Next time, try a little more subtle, darling.’ He said softly in her ear, a slight bite to his tone to show he was annoyed with her. ‘I’m sorry, sir.’ She whispered back and settled back against the chair, opening her legs once more so her could slip right back into her wet pussy. Her near orgasm had a wave of wetness gush out of her pussy, all over his fingers and palm. She could still feel it dripping.

She was glad when Montague waved his wand and made her mess disappear. He was quite rough when he pushed his fingers back into her now dry pussy, surely hurting her to make her pay for acting too suspiciously. It didn’t take long before his fingers were soaked again though. Her arousal was still very much at a peak and he didn’t tease for more than a few minutes before she had to stop him again. She put a hand on his wrist underneath the blanked and whispered. ‘Please, stop.’ He pressed down on her clit once more before he pulled away, most likely hoping she’d come and he’d have a reason to punish her. She’d have to stop him quicker next time.

Hermione released a breath of relief when Seamus and Dean made their way up the stairs. Only Fred and George were still very focussed on their product and Hermione was a bit scared they’d be there for a long time. Luckily, George started yawning so there was still hope to be had.

Montague didn’t grant her much time to recover before his skilled fingers returned to her lower parts. The second her touched her there, Hermione knew she would have to stop him within the minute or her orgasm would overwhelm her. She barely let him rub her before she pleaded with him to stop again. ‘Please, sir. If you touch me now, I’ll come immediately.’ She begged. He reluctantly withdrew his hand from her underwear. Montague looked amused by her arousal but slightly annoyed he couldn’t play with her. ‘Such a horny little witch.’ His eyes flickered across the room. ‘It’s my turn now.’ Hermione turned her head and watched as Fred and George left the room without glancing their way. There was no one to stop Montague from doing whatever he wanted with her now. They were all alone.

The glint in his eyes was predatory and it scared her. ‘I’m going to fuck you all over this hideous common room of yours.’ He pushed her off his lap and stood up, wasting no time to open his trousers and release his cock. The sight of it nearly made Hermione come. It was already hard and it pointed straight at her, as if it had a mind of his own and it wanted to fuck her really bad. ‘On your knees.’ He ordered and took his cock in his hand, slowly rubbing it until she was before him. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled it back so her mouth was right where his cock was. He was quick to stuff her mouth with it, pushing all the way back down her throat until she gagged. She was not prepared for how rough he wanted to fuck her mouth, otherwise she might have been able to suppress her gagging.
He gave her a few seconds to breathe but he was quick to put it right back where he wanted it.

He opened his legs and stepped closer to her, keeping her head in both hands and started to fuck her mouth like he’d never done before. His thrusts were quick and deep and he was grunting like an animal. Meanwhile, Hermione could only focus on timing her breathing just right and trying not to gag each time he slid a little down her throat. He was like a man possessed by lust and nothing else.
He gave her no time to swallow but she tried to, clenching her throat around his cock. Drool dribbled down Hermione’s chin and fell on her sweater. She had been so close to coming when she saw his hard cock, but that feeling had been pushed away by his brutal attack on her mouth.

He must not want to spurt down her throat, because he pulled out, grabbed her hair, and pushed her up by it. ‘Look at you. You’ve made a mess of yourself.’ He grinned at the string of drool hanging from her chin. ‘You know, your little friend was right. No matter how good your mouth is, I really came here to get between your legs.’ He grabbed her crotch aggressively and gave her pussy a few slaps over her jeans. With one swift move, he had pulled her jeans and underwear down and revealed her naked lower body. ‘Did you like it when I put her in her place?’ Montague pushed Hermione until her back hit the wall with a harsh thump. For a moment, the air left her lungs but she recovered quickly. ‘Yes, sir.’ She admitted. After such a long time of petty and mean comments from Lavender, it felt very satisfying to watch her get so embarrassed.

Montague reached behind her and pulled her hair hard enough to tilt her head up, facing him. He had a wicked grin on his face that told her he had liked it as well. Perhaps Montague liked humiliating all girls, not just Hermione. ‘Has she said shit like that before?’ His grip on her hair remained tight as his other hand went down and guided his cock towards her pussy. Hermione just managed a ‘yes’ before he entered her and brought back her arousal in full force. He pinched her nipple with his nails, making her cry out. ‘Yes, sir.’ He reminded her.

His hips started moving back and forth slowly but forcefully. Each thrust pushed Hermione’s backside against the cold wall, probably leaving her with fresh bruises on her skin.

Montague cocked his head to the right, released her hair and instead grabbed her throat. ‘What did she say?’ He applied very light pressure to her throat. ‘She calls me names.’ It was hard to avoid eye contact when he was very much in her face but Hermione still managed to avert her eyes. ‘Like slut. She says things about me having a boyfriend. That I’m easy for having sex with you.’ Tears started to burn behind her eyes and shame overwhelmed her. Because she might just be right. Hermione was in the bloody Gryffindor common room with her jeans on the floor being shagged by her ‘boyfriend’ and he was the fifth guy that day. She was a proper harlot.

Montague pushed against her with his entire body, his cock deep inside of her. ‘Well, she’s right of course.’ He grinned and pulled one of her legs over his hip, giving him easier access to fuck her deep and hard. ‘You are a fucking slut. Our slut.’ He found her anal plug and twisted it. ‘You belong to us. All of us.’ He grunted as he spoke his demeaning words. Some tears fell from Hermione’s chin and dripped onto his body. She could not stop the orgasm from rushing in and taking over her body, not even her shame or depressing thoughts. It was not long until he followed her lead and came inside of her.

‘Nevertheless, obviously we won’t let that little wench catch on so don’t worry your pretty little head.’ He said as he put himself away. His words were not said in a kind way or meant to be comforting but Hermione was somewhat reassured anyway.

Montague left her in the common room without another glance while Hermione was forced to take another shower since she felt his cum seep into her underwear.

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‘I really appreciate your help, Fred.’ Hermione and Fred were sitting in the common room early in the morning with towers of books stacked on the table in front of them. A few days ago, Hermione had been taken quite roughly by a few Slytherins at the same time, which had exhausted her and unable to finish her schoolwork this week. She was granted a few days off by the board to recover but it was still a lot of work to catch up on everything, at least if she wanted to maintain some form of quality. The night before, Fred had caught her crying over her books and he offered to help her get back on the right track.

‘I don’t mind, I’m an early riser. Anyway, we can’t let you fall behind, can we? You’re practically the only one still earning house points these days.’ He said with a cheeky wink. Hermione knew he was lying, he and his brother were usually one of the last students to come to breakfast. But she appreciated his help immensely. Fred was really clever and rather quick with schoolwork, which is why he had plenty time off to work on his and George’s products for their future store.

Hermione never made it to breakfast that morning. The night before, she had received a note to meet Lucian Bole in an abandoned room in the dungeons. On her way there, her heart was beating in her chest, ready to jump out. Lucian Bole was one of the students who did not use her very often but when he did, it left a deep impression on Hermione. His way of having sex was quite unusual to her and it always made her quite nervous to meet him.

The room was rather dark when she entered, only candles lighting up the place, and a large bed stood in the middle of the room. Lucian was sitting on the bed, waiting for her, a stoic expression on his face, as usual. Lucian was a few years older than she was and in his last year of Hogwarts. He must have used his years practicing on the former toys because he was very skilled at what he did.

Lucian snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out of thin air, wrapping themselves around Hermione. Her arms were bound tightly against her sides and her legs locked together. She struggled not to topple over. Nerves flooded Hermione and she lost her breath. As the Slytherin toy, Hermione knew she was never truly in control and had to submit to her so called Masters and Mistresses but being tied up by Lucian forced her to surrender in an entirely new way. The feeling of helplessness and loss of control overwhelmed her and tears started to form in her eyes.

Lucian walked up to her and caressed her cheek. He was quite handsome, his hair a very light shade of brown and his eyes dark green. He was not a very tall man, not like Montague or Draco, nor very broad, but his presence filled up the room with a domineering aura. ‘Calm down, love. It is going to be alright. You will enjoy this as well, you know that.’ His voice was deep but soft, as if he didn’t want to startle her. Lucian leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, his hand still warm on her cheek.

He was right, of course. She would enjoy it, no matter how much she resisted. Hermione had taken the Lust potion after Fred and her had separated, not wanting to feel so aroused when meeting with him. But the effects were definitely kicking in and knowing that Lucian was going to have her had her pussy dripping.

Lucian snapped his fingers and Hermione’s clothes were gone. The ropes started to slither around her body, rearranging themselves in an intricate pattern. Her arms were forced behind her back, the ropes were quite tight so her shoulders were pushed backwards and her breasts out. Hermione was pushed to the ground and ropes tied her upper and lower legs together so she was kneeling before him. Despite his calm demeanour and soft spoken words, Hermione had to fight the panic rising in her chest. She could not stand up if she wanted to or even move any body part freely at all.

‘You look magnificent.’ Lucian said as he circled her to look at her from all sides. When he reappeared in front of her, he was completely naked as well, a hard cock right in front of her face. Despite his stoic facial expression and his soft words, his cock betrayed how aroused he was to have her at his mercy. He took it in his hand and tapped her cheek with it. ‘Open up.’ Right before she obeyed, her panic was subsiding somewhat and was replaced by a peak of arousal.

The tip of his cock slipped inside her mouth and Hermione welcomed it with a moan she could not hold in. ‘Yes, moan for me, moan for my cock.’ Lucian closed his eyes as he pushed the rest of him inside her mouth, pressing until he was balls deep and Hermione had to fight to suppress her gag reflex. Lucian grabbed her hair with both hands and fucked her mouth for a good while, slowly thrusting his cock back and forth, pushing it in completely each time.

‘You’re doing so good, love.’ Lucian pulled his cock back, a string of drool dripping onto the floor. ‘But I’m not ready to come just yet.’ He dropped to one knee and held her chin in his hand as he kissed her. ‘Are you ready for more?’ He asked. His question sparked a slight surge of anxiety in her but sucking his cock had made her so incredibly turned on that she truly hoped he would do something to make her come. So she nodded.

Immediately, the ropes started to slither again and released her for a moment. Then two ropes pulled on her arms until she was suspended into the air. Soon, ropes were pulling on her legs until they were wide open and she was nearly in splits. Her soaking pussy was right in front of Lucian’s face, fully exposed.

For a moment, he just stared at her most intimate parts, his cock seeping a bit of precum. Then he looked into her eyes, leaned in, and gave her a long lick with his tongue, from the source of her wetness right up to her throbbing clit. He put his mouth over it and sucked lightly while his tongue continued to lick her, quick little movements meant to drive her insane. It wasn’t long before Hermione could not bear it any longer and came. Lucian mumbled something but Hermione didn’t hear his words over her own moans. Her head was thrown backwards in pleasure. ‘Oh gods!’ She shouted as her orgasm seemed never ending. Her entire body was on fire and her legs were still trembling even after the last waves of her orgasm ebbed away. Lucian stepped back and watched her until she stopped moaning and shaking.

‘Did you enjoy that?’ He asked with a smirk on his face. It was the first time Hermione ever saw a smile on his face, as far as she could remember. ‘I made some slight adjustments to a spell. Arresto Momentum. Something I wanted to try out for a while and it appeared quite successful in elongating your orgasm.’ He looked quite proud of himself and Hermione had to admit she was impressed. Lucian had always shown exceptional magical abilities, especially his Transfiguration skills, but this was truly extraordinary. It was a shame he didn’t use his talents for something else than sex.

The ropes that bound Hermione loosened until she was gently put back on the floor. ‘As mesmerizing as you look while you orgasm, I do believe it’s my turn.’ Lucian put an arm around her and guided her to the bed, where he gently pushed her down on her belly. Instead of letting magic do the work, Lucian put her in the position he wanted himself, which felt strangely personal. There wasn’t much rope necessary for the position he wanted her in. She was on her knees on the bed with her face on the pillow, her bum in the air. Lucian guided her arms beside her body and tied her wrists to her ankles. The position was uncomfortable but not unbearable.

Lucian moved behind her and joined her on the bed. A gentle touch to her bum guided Hermione to push it up a bit more. ‘Perfect. Wat a lovely sight.’ Both of his hands grabbed a handful of arse and squeezed delicately. His big hands caressed her up and down, moving down her bum to her thighs, and back up. He came close to her quim but never touched it. It was driving her crazy.

‘You taste delicious, did you know that?’ A warm breath tickled her pussy as his face was very close. He reached forward for a quick lick, just one. Hermione squirmed on the bed, her throbbing clit making her restless.

Suddenly his face was gone, the bed dipped, and something much firmer prodded at her entrance. Her pussy was incredibly slick and Lucian was able to slide inside of her in just a few thrusts. ‘That feels so good. You look so sexy, bound and completely at my mercy.’ While Lucian appeared quite stoic, his expression betraying very little if one were to look at him, he certainly enjoyed expressing himself verbally during sex. Hermione would lie if she said it didn’t turn her on, especially when he complemented her, and for some reason Lucian was pretty generous in the compliment department.

‘Moan for me, love.’ He pushed in fully and hit a sensitive spot inside of Hermione, which made it easy to fulfil his request. ‘I need you to be louder.’ He grabbed onto her hips and sped up his movements. Hermione usually could not hold in some moans when she was being used, but forcing herself to purposely moan out loud was something that made her feel embarrassed. ‘Come on.’ Lucian pushed and reached for her clit. ‘I think you can be louder for me.’ He grabbed her little nub between his fingers and pinched, then pressed down and started rubbing it roughly. It was bordering on painful but the pleasure it caused helped her overcome her shame and had her crying out in ecstasy.

‘Say my name.’ He leaned over her and instead of rubbing her clit, he grabbed a breast and teased her nipple, his hips still snapping back and forth. ‘Please, please. Lucian!’ Hermione shouted just before another orgasm rippled through her.

Soon, Lucian came as well, spurting her full of cum for minutes as he had used his own spell on himself this time. He was breathing hard and rested on top of her for a moment when he finished. ‘I like the way you moan. It’s very stimulating.’

He climbed off her and released her from her bounds. ‘Come, sit with me.’ Lucian settled in bed with his back against the headboard and pulled the blanket over his lower body. Hermione shuffled over and sat next to him, a trail of cum leaking as she did. She pulled the blanket over her to hide her body, which felt strange after he just saw every little part of her body, and not for the first time. He snapped his fingers and two sandwiches came flying over to them, one towards him and one towards her. ‘Eat up. We missed breakfast.’

‘You really do look wonderful, your body is so sensual.’ He said as he calmly ate his sandwich. Hermione blushed slightly. ‘Thank you, sir.’ The two of them sat there for another five minutes or so before Lucian got up and used a few spells to clean Hermione and himself and put their clothes back on. Lucian kissed her on the lips and wished her a good day, as if he had not just raped her.

Hermione quickly left as well, hurrying for her class but before she could reach the room, she was pulled into a hidden alcove and was forced to go down on two students in a year below her. They both finished quickly, forcing her to swallow every drop of their salty cum. She was still on time for class and the rest of the day went in a similar matter. Being shagged between classes and having cum in all sorts of places.

The last class of the day was Potions, which Hermione dreaded. She was always nervous to make a mistake in Snape’s class, since he might use it as an opportunity to punish her if she did. When she walked into the Potions classroom, she froze on the spot as she noticed Lucius Malfoy talking to Snape. Memories of the two men fucking her with Evan Rosier flooded her mind and she turned beet red in the middle of the room. She quickly and quietly sat down in her seat and stubbornly looked at her desk, not glancing up once, though she was immensely curious why he was there. Of course, he was a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors and he could have business here but Hermione was still nervous he would do something.

Luckily, he left the classroom so Snape could start his lesson and neither of them even looked at her. Snape continued his lesson as usual, not giving her the time of day while he taught, only when she needed instructions. He didn’t ask her to stay after class, which she was happy with. She’d rather avoid any further attentions from him.

It was right after dinner when Hermione was walking back to her tower by herself when she turned a corner and physically ran into Lucius’ hard body. ‘I’m sorry, sir.’ She muttered and kept her eyes on the floor, hoping he wouldn’t see the flush on her cheeks. ‘That’s quite alright, dear. In fact, you are just the person I was looking for.’ He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along quickly, dragging her with him until they reached the prefect bathroom. He locked the door behind them with a few spells, then turned around to face her with a hungry look in his eyes. ‘My girl, you look good enough to eat.’ He licked his lips seductively, making Hermione shiver.

He walked up to her until he was close enough to touch her. ‘I’ve thought about you more than I’d like to admit.’ He reached out and started to unbutton her blouse while his stormy grey eyes were still on hers. ‘Our last encounter was…electric, don’t you agree?’ He pulled her blouse open and slid it down her arms to let it fall to the floor. He pinched her nipple over her bra when she didn’t respond. ‘Don’t you agree?’ He pushed. Of course she had felt the attraction between them that night but she didn’t want to admit it. He was a despicable man and she had to dislike him, there was no room for anything else. So she shook her head.

His hand slithered up her sternum until it reached her throat and he held it loosely. ‘Don’t lie to me. I know it was there, I know you felt it too.’ He waved his wand without breaking eye contact and suddenly the enormous bath started to fill itself with hot, aromatic water. He stuffed his wand back in his pocket and used his free hand to rid her of her skirt, leaving her in her underwear. ‘There is something between us, miss Granger, and I want to hear you admit it. Tell me how you truly feel.’ He demanded while gently squeezing her throat.

She looked at him with wide eyes, apprehensive to speak freely. ‘I-I felt something too.’ She whispered, her throat tight. His grey eyes sparkled brightly. ‘Being with you felt very sensual and-’ He cut her off with a kiss that warmed her inside out. It was pure passion between them, something very erotic and indescribable. Just kissing him made her feel more alive than being fucked by all those boys who forced her into an alcove.

He grasped her bum in his big hands and lifted her up, pressing her body hard against his. ‘Tell me you want me.’ He whispered between kisses. ‘Tell me you need me.’ One hand caressed her back until it found her bra and he swiftly unclasped it. He nipped at her jaw, nibbling and biting and tonguing her skin until she was breathless and squirming in his arms.

‘I need you, Master Malfoy. Please.’ She whimpered. He growled against her neck and abruptly let her down to the ground, startling her from her lusty haze. He was frantic as he started to undress himself. She had never seen Lucius Malfoy so dishevelled, a man who was always so serious and formal. It made her tremble to think it was her who brought it out in him.

He was fully naked in front of her when he released his hair from a small black ribbon. There was not one piece of fabric on his body as he stood there looking at her. Holding eye contact, Hermione slid her bra from her arms, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts to him, and finally rid herself from her panties and stockings so she was equally bare before him. He held his hand out until she took it and guided her with him into the swimming pool-sized bathtub. The water was hot, only adding to Hermione’s flushed state. Lucius let go of her hand and swam towards the deep part of the pool until he reached the end, then turned around to look at her. On instinct, she followed after him. She told herself it would happen anyway. He was going to fuck her whether or not she swam after him. She could never admit to herself that the thought of being fucked by him excited her. Any feelings she might have must be the Lust potion speaking.

When she was close, he reached out to pull her to his own body fully. He leant one arm on the edge of the tub and held his free arm around her waist, looking her up and down. ‘You have no idea what you do to me.’ He murmured as if it was meant to stay inside his head. He switched positions with her so that she was against the tile and he was caging her in between his arms. The dark look in his eyes made her pussy sing.

He pressed his entire body against her, his prominent erection sliding along her lower belly. Her breath hitched and she felt her cheeks heat up even more. ‘I need more of you.’ He whispered before opening her legs with one hand and positioning his cock with the other. He pressed his forehead against hers when he slid in ever so slowly, savouring the moment he linked them so intimately. Hermione could not explain it. She felt so connected with him when she was close to him like this. It was different this time, without Snape and Rosier there with them. It was more intimate and much more arousing, especially since her mind was more clear without the heightened dose of Lust potion. Sure, her body had been much more wound up the first time but this time she could actually enjoy it. This time she had trouble fully blaming the Lust potion for her troubling feelings.

He stroked her insides slowly, making her feel every push, every throb. ‘Tell me this isn’t perfection.’ He pushed inside fully and kissed her gently. ‘Tell me out bodies aren’t made for each other.’ Hermione came with a shout, clenching on his cock and arching her back so she pushed her chest against his. He held her close as she trembled, kissing her and pushing in harder and faster. He came inside of her quickly after she came.

He stayed inside of her and pulled back to look at her. He held his hand out and a little vial came flying over which he caught. He swallowed it in one go and threw it to the side. ‘I need more of you.’ She felt his cock twitch and grow fully hard inside of her once more. ‘I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again.’ He explained and turned her around in his arms so he could fuck her from behind. He held one hand on her breasts and one hand on her hip to keep her in place as he started to fuck her in earnest. He breathed hard in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. He smacked against her so hard, the water splashed around them.

Hermione held on to the edge of the tub for dear life. Each thrust pushed her against the tiles painfully hard. It felt exquisite. His large, warm hand switching between breasts because he couldn’t decide which one to hold onto, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her in position. It was all perfection, as he had said. She hated that it was this man who made her feel this way, who she had such a connection with. It was all wrong but at the same time it was perfect.

He let go of her hip to take hold of her plug. He twisted and turned until it popped out. ‘I need all of you.’ He slipped his slick cock from her pussy and lined it up at her arse. Hermione still wasn’t a fan of anal but with Lucius it felt more erotic than depraved. She looked back to make eye contact when he pushed in gently. He pulled her closer by the hair so he could kiss her soundly just as he popped inside. They gasped simultaneously, Lucius groaning into her open mouth. It felt full, so full, as it always did but it wasn’t painful anymore. With Lucius it felt intensely arousing and another orgasm was rapidly building, making her moan louder and louder with each move of his hips. Their faces stayed close together as he fucked her at a steady pace, kissing each other softly when they were not moaning or groaning in pleasure.

Suddenly, he grabbed her breasts with both of his hands and pulled her tightly to his body. His moves became erratic and shallow before he pushed himself inside entirely as he spurted her inside full of his seed. The feeling of his essence inside of her and his hard cock throbbing against her insides was so erotic, it triggered her own orgasm. ‘Ohh, Master Malfoy!’ She shouted without thinking, overcome by her blinding pleasure. They both trembled and breathed heavily when they slowly started to come down from their shared high.

‘I love it when you shout my name.’ He bit down on her neck, gently nibling and teasing her skin. Hermione’s head rolled back, resting it against his chest. His hands were still on her breasts, holding her and massaging her sensitive globes. She covered his hands with her own and plucked them away so she could wrap them around her stomach, relaxing in his embrace. They both needed a moment to recover, though not very long as Hermione was on the Lust potion and Lucius had taken something similar. His cock never went soft, it was semi-hard the entire time they stood there, simply enjoying their embrace.

‘You’ll be mine someday.’ He whispered in her ear and turned her around. ‘I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, this…connection, and I won’t let it disappear.’ He rested his hand gently on her throat and looked into her eyes with newfound passion. ‘I promise you, miss Granger, you’ll be mine someday.’ She shivered listening to his words. They scared her as much as they aroused her. No, she did not want to be his. He was a bigot and a terrible person from what she’d gathered but he was indeed right about their connection. She could not put her finger on it but there was something between them. It was making her curious and terrified and she found it was easy to give in to her desires with him, even though she knew she should hate this man.

She didn’t not know how to respond with words so instead she kissed him a bit shyly. Her kiss quickly led to more and Lucius had her a couple more times in the luxurious bath. When they finally got out of the bath and dried themselves off, both were off into their own minds. Hermione couldn’t stop scolding herself for enjoying herself so much with a man she should be repulsed by. She forced herself to not be too hard on herself. Everybody had certain desires, she of all people had seen that, and one didn’t always had much of a choice in what those desires were. She knew she couldn’t help being so attracted to the wizard and she couldn’t stop him from taking his own pleasure from her since she was the Slytherin toy. She should not punish herself for enjoying it as well, or at least she tried not to.

Lucius kissed her soundly one more time. ‘I will see you again, my girl.’ He caressed her cheek with a soft touch and they parted ways. Hermione sighed deeply as she made her way back to her dorm. She was sure she would sleep like a baby that night. She had never been fucked into such a state of fulfilment before.

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‘Did you enjoy yourself last night?’

Hermione gasped out loud when Draco suddenly whispered in her ear as she was switching out books in the library. ‘Sorry, I meant to say, did you enjoy my father last night?’ His voice was a soft whisper in her ear, arousing her already since she had not yet been fucked that day. She turned around to look at him with a shocked expression on her face. ‘None of you bothered to check the showers, did you? You didn’t bother to look at all. Gods, the two of you were like animals.’ Draco smiled as if he was very pleased with himself. ‘It was impossible to keep up. I tried.’ He palmed his crotch and rubbed himself a few times. Hermione’s face started to burn in embarrassment when she realized Draco had been watching her with his father as the two of them fucked in the bathroom multiple times. She remembered screaming his father’s name when she came. ‘Oh, how I do love watching.’ He grinned.

‘I want you to go find a Slytherin in this library and ask him to fuck you, beg if you have to. Right now.’ He said, his smile slowly disappearing and a look of hunger rising in his eyes. Hermione could hardly hide her shock. She had been fucked in the library before of course, but it had never been so busy. And she had never had to ask someone for sex, she had not even resorted to it when her arousal had been nearly painful.

Draco leaned in, pressed a kiss on her cheek, and whispered in her ear. ‘I said, right now.’ He took the book from her hands and pushed her gently against her back. Hermione was unsteady on her legs from nerves as she walked back into the more open part of the library where more students were around. Some were reading or studying at the wooden tables, others were searching the shelves. The first Slytherins she found were second years and while they certainly looked at her, they weren’t allowed to participate nor did Hermione want to ask children to fuck her. Montague was in an aisle and didn’t notice her when she rushed by. He would definitely not be her first choice.

The next two Slytherin students she spotted were Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe was sitting at the table while Goyle was at the far end of a shelf. Hermione pondered which one would be the be better but seeing how Crabbe still has never had her by himself, only with Goyle, she figured she had a better chance of Goyle humouring her.

Her heart was pounding in her ears as she approached him. While all Slytherins had been very good at keeping their secret so far, she had to wonder if Goyle had the wherewithal to not fuck her right there in such a busy library but instead be a little more discreet.

Hermione looked around to see if Draco was close by, but she couldn’t spot him anywhere. Perhaps he had Disillusioned himself.

Hermione cleared her throat when she was close to Goyle and he looked at her with a rather empty expression in his eyes. ‘What?’ He only said. She had hoped he would have seen her and taken initiative himself but she wasn’t so lucky. ‘Sir, I am-’ She hesitated and looked away for a moment. ‘I am so aroused, sir.’ She whispered, her eyes still on the floor. ‘Sounds about right. What are you telling me for?’ Gods, he wasn’t making this easy for her. She looked up at him and ignored the burning shame rising in her body. ‘I was hoping you’d help me.’ His expression didn’t change one bit. Hermione cursed him in her mind. ‘I was hoping you’d want to have sex with me.’ Her voice had become she soft, she had to repeat herself since he couldn’t hear her but when he heard, he grinned and looked around. ‘What, here? You dirty little slut.’

‘I was hoping somewhere a bit more private. Perhaps the Restricted Section.’ She offered. Goyle only nodded, a big, stupid grin still on his face. Hermione was no stranger to breaking into the Restricted Section, not after having spent so much time with Ron and Harry, and even Fred and George the first few years of Hogwarts. Luckily, Madam Pince was off chastising a young first year for dropping a large pile of books on the floor, and no other teachers were in sight. The door was opened quickly after a well-memorized spell from Hermione’s wand. Goyle followed her inside, chuckling like a little kid in the candy store.

Hermione made sure to check for other students but it appeared to be empty. Nevertheless, she guided Goyle to the very back of the room, walking between shelf after shelf until she felt hidden enough.

‘Alright then.’ Goyle said as he let his robes fall to the floor and unbuttoned his trousers. ‘But I already rubbed one out this morning so you’ll have to get it hard first.’ He took his flaccid cock in his hand and jiggled it a bit. It was quite large already and Hermione knew he would grow some more when it would harden. Usually, Goyle didn’t shower every day and sometimes his cock would reek terribly, especially after Quidditch, but this time she was grateful the smell didn’t hit her in the face after his pants dropped down.

Hermione’s suspicion of Draco being Disillusioned was confirmed when she felt someone push on her head to get her on her knees but didn’t see anything behind her. Hermione situated herself on her knees, Goyle’s cock right in front of her face. She could practically see it filling already. A few pumps with her hand, and it was hard. He would have been ready enough to fuck her but she knew Draco wanted her to suck him.

After a few licks, Hermione opened her lips and took his hard cock in her mouth as deep as she could. Goyle groaned above her, a deep rumble coming from his chest. It grew even harder in her mouth and at one point she felt it twitch a bit. As she bobbed on his cock, she felt a hand slide underneath her skirt and start to caress her pussy. She had been aroused ever since she had taken the potion and sucking a very hard erection had only made it worse. The moment Draco swiped over her wet panties, her arousal peaked and she moaned out.

‘Yeah, you like my cock?’ Goyle grabbed her hair and started to fuck her mouth, no longer letting her work him by herself. Draco did not let up on her cunt. He had two fingers on her panties, rubbing her clit and pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure to drive her wild. She could not stop moaning around Goyle’s cock. He let out a loud belly laugh at her debauchery. ‘Stupid slut.’

Precum dribbled down her throat, Goyle finally pulled back and let her breathe for a moment. When Hermione looked at his face, she panicked a bit. His eyes were closed and he was rubbing his cock furiously with his right hand. He was not going to fuck her, the bastard. ‘No…’ She just uttered before he spluttered his cum all over her face, one string hitting her left eye and the rest hitting just underneath on her cheeck. Goyle grunted and squeezed his cock to milk it of every last drop of cum. He grinned down on her as she was still on her knees. ‘Thanks, slut.’

Hermione quickly cleaned her face with a wave of the wand and cursed quietly. Not only had he not helped her fulfil Draco’s command, she had been left right at the peak of arousal with no release. Her body was strung tight and she was frustrated.

A low chuckle filled the room, Draco was still watching her. ‘When I tell you to fuck someone, I do mean fucking. Find another. And try better this time.’

Hermione collected herself for a moment, straightening her clothes and brushing her hair back. Her underwear was positively drenched with arousal and her clit was throbbing. Draco had worked her up in quite a state. Begging another for sex would very humiliating but she had to admit getting rid of that distracting arousal would be nice before class.

The library was a bit less crowded when she returned. Thankfully, no one caught her leaving the Restricted Section. Crabbe and Goyle were gone and Hermione’s plan to perhaps ask Crabbe next was ruined. Hermione started to panic a little bit as the only Slytherin who was not years below her was Montague. He had noticed her walking by a few times but he didn’t pay her any attention, he probably wasn’t planning on taking her.

‘There’s your only option. Go on. Don’t make me wait.’ His voice startled her and his warning tone frightened her. She didn’t want to risk punishment so she gathered all her courage, pushed any pride she might have left down, and walked up to Montague. He was standing in an aisle looking at books with quite a serious expression on his face. It morphed into a smirk when he noticed her, though he was still searching for a book.

‘Sir?’ Hermione whispered and looked around but no one else was nearby, though surely Draco must be. ‘My lovely little girlfriend.’ He said as he knelt down to grab a thick book. ‘Sir, I - ’ Hermione’s cheeks flamed up as she had to go through this humiliation again. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’ She started carefully. ‘Would you have sex with me?’ She asked and finally gained his full attention. His smirk was wicked when he stood up again and something cruel sparkled in his eyes. Montague dropped the book and grabbed her hips with both hands, pushing her against the shelf and leaned against her with his full body. ‘Why?’ He asked simply. Hermione couldn’t keep eye contact, she looked at his chest as she answered. ‘I’m so horny, sir.’

‘And you need me to take care of it? What, can you not take care of it on your own?’ He leaned in even more, his lips were nearly touching hers. ‘Look at me.’ He demanded and Hermione forced herself to look into his eyes as she shook her head. ‘Are you a little slut who needs a big cock to orgasm?’ His voice was deep and Hermione worried someone might overhear them. She only nodded, with burning red cheeks. Montague pressed his hips against her belly, slowly rubbing his hardening cock against her.

‘Tell me.’ He ordered. He gripped her jaw tightly so she couldn’t look away again. ‘I – I need your cock so I can come.’ He laughed out loud, his minty breath brushing over her face. ‘Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on it, but perhaps I can be persuaded. Beg me. Seduce me.’ He said.

Hermione swallowed hard. She must really do her best to convince him to help her, she knew that. He liked to torture her too much. Hermione arched her back so her breasts pushed against him. ‘Please, Master.’ She started, knowing he liked it when she called him Master. She tilted her head and brushed her lips over his for a short moment. ‘I’m so aroused. My pussy won’t stop dripping. Please help me.’

‘Hmm. Are you truly so aroused? Prove it then.’ He leaned his arm over her head and pulled his body back just far enough to create some space. ‘And I’m not feeling very seduced yet. I believe you can be sexier.’

Hermione glanced around nervously but no one had come into their aisle, not yet. He wanted to see how aroused he was and Hermione could come up with a few options but they were all quite risky in such a public space. And yet she forced herself, trusting the Slytherins to keep their dirty secret if it got out of hand.

Hermione grabbed Montague’s hand with her own trembling hands and put it between her legs. She moaned softly as she rubbed his hand back and forth slowly. ‘Can’t you feel how wet I am?’ She whispered. The grin on his face told her she was making progress. She released his hand but he kept it there, not moving but keeping some pressure on her pussy.

‘And my nipples.’ Hermione checked once more to see if somebody could see, then lifted her sweater high enough to reveal her breasts. She circled her nipples over her bra, they were hard enough to be spotted through her bra. ‘They ache to be touched. By you.’

Hermione pulled one cup of her bra down and brought his free hand to palm it and moaned softly at the touch. ‘Mmm, yes.’ He suddenly pinched her clit between his fingers and she squealed out in pain, though the touch nearly had her coming. He chuckled. ‘You disgusting slut. I can’t believe you’re acting this way in a public space, the library for Merlin’s sake, just because you want some cock up your cunt.’ He let go of her and for a moment she was afraid she had failed. ‘Fine.’ He said and dragged her along by the wrist.

He pulled her along until they were in the same spot in the Restricted Section as before. ‘Take off your panties and bra and give them to me.’ Hermione quickly complied, a string of her juices between the panties and her pussy until it snapped. Montague put them both in his bag and Hermione was scared she would have to do without again all day.

Montague unbuttoned his trousers and swiftly released his cock, slowly pumping it as he looked at her. It was already very hard and the tip glistened with excitement. ‘Beg me again.’ He pushed her against the shelf and pulled her sweater over her head with one hand, keeping her arms still inside of it.

‘Please fuck me.’ She whispered as her body started to burn in arousal. Montague turned her around and tied her arms together with her sweater behind her back. ‘Again.’ He bend her over and flipped her skirt up so he could have a good look at her dripping pussy and plug-filled arse. Hermione moaned out when he slid his cock between her folds, teasing her entrance but not entering.

‘Please.’ She moaned. ‘Please, fuck me.’ In one push, he was inside of her and Hermione shouted out. It was a brutal pace he set, his thrusts deep and harsh. He so enjoyed it when she was uncomfortable or in pain. He smacked her left arse cheek, the slap was so hard, the sound almost seemed to echo between the shelves. ‘Ow!’ She cried out. ‘Dirty cock-whores deserve a spanking.’ His voice was thick with arousal. He smacked her right arse cheek even harder and it genuinely hurt quite a lot. Tears sprung into her eyes but Merlin she was still so close to coming.

Her breasts were swinging underneath her body until suddenly a hand grabbed one and squeezed. It must be Draco since Montague had one hand on her hip and used the other to slap her bum again. Draco pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. ‘Please.’ Hermione moaned as her orgasm came rushing in. Montague must have noticed because he grabbed her throbbing clit between his fingers and pinched painfully hard, only elongating her orgasm but also making it painful. ‘Ow, ohh, mmmm.’ Hermione cried out. It was almost too much.

‘Hermione, what is going on?’ Hermione looked up just in time to see Fred rounding the corner. Their eyes met and she started to panic at the shock in his eyes. ‘No!’ Hermione shouted and looked over her shoulder. Montague had spotted Fred as well but he didn’t stop. In fact, he only slapped his hips against her bum quicker and a filthy smirk was on his lips. ‘Stop!’ Hermione shouted. ‘Enjoying the show, Weasley?’ Montague taunted but Hermione couldn’t bear the humiliation. Fred’s entire face turned red and his eyes went down to her swinging breasts and then lower to where her pussy was being ploughed. It was too much and she needed to get out of there. ‘Stop it!’ Hermione shouted and Montague was flung away from her with an unexpected force of magic. He crashed against the shelf and was immediately unconscious.

Suddenly, Fred was frozen in place and Draco reappeared close to him. He looked at her with a look of anger and disappointment. Hermione started to tremble in fear. She had just knocked out one of her Masters. She could not imagine what would happen to her now.

‘Please. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.’ She started to plead as Draco walked over to Montague. Draco knelt beside him and checked his breathing. Hermione was immensely relieved when he found it. She would probably not survive if she had accidentally killed one of her Masters.

‘Get dressed.’ Draco snapped sternly and waved his wand to send a Patronus to professor Snape. Hermione started to tremble even more violently as she escaped from her sweater and put it back on. She looked at Fred and started to worry what they would do to him now that he had seen so much.

It wasn’t long before Snape joined them and by then Hermione was a sobbing mess, sitting on her bum and hiding her tears behind her knees. Snape went over to Montague and cast a Charm, one Hermione didn't recognize. Draco and Snape exchanged some words but Hermione could not make them out. Her ears were ringing. Until Snape approached Fred and pointed his wand at his forehead.

‘Please don’t hurt him.’ Hermione cried and stood up to stumble towards Snape. Snape turned around and the look in his eyes had her stop in her tracks. ‘Miss Granger, it seems that you have caused quite the predicament here. It would be wise for you to stand over there and be silent.’

‘Please, he had nothing to do with this.’ She pleaded softly, tears still streaming down her face. Snape had no patience for her begging however. He pointed his wand at her and she was forced into a kneeling position with her head down. He must have silenced her because she couldn’t speak. She could only listen as Snape obliviated Fred. She was grateful he didn’t torture him or worse. They would probably save that for her.

Panic started to overwhelm her once more as Snape came to stand before her. Draco and Montague were no longer there. Her head was forced up so she had to look at him. ‘Tell me what happened here. In your own words.’ He demanded.

And so Hermione explained how Draco had commanded her to find someone to fuck so he could watch. When she got to the part of Fred coming in, she started to sob again. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt him, I swear. The magic just…came out.’ Snape only looked down at her as she told her story, irritation on his face but he didn’t seem exceedingly angry.

‘Miss Granger, you will pull yourself together and continue your day as usual. Your punishment will be discussed with the board and you will be summoned later.’ He started to leave but Hermione protested. It just seemed so unfair. ‘But I couldn’t help it. Please don’t punish me.’

‘Silence!’ Snape hissed. ‘One of your Masters is at the infirmary as we speak. Your lack of control knocked a student unconscious. You will be punished and you will make sure you control your magic next time. Do you understand?’

Hermione could only nod faced with an angry Snape but she would be a ball of stress until her punishment would be over. Her punishment would probably be a lot worse if Montague was severely injured. She truly hoped he would be alright.

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It had been two days since Hermione had hurt Montague. Two days of torture, not being able to sleep or eat well. No one had told her how Montague was doing and Hermione had not dared to ask. But she knew a punishment was looming over her and the nerves were eating her up.

Hermione had not seen Montague in the hallways or other places he might have sought her out for sex so she assumed he was still in the infirmary , or at least not feeling well enough to attend class. Hermione had considered skipping class herself, especially Potions, but she forced herself to go so no one would question her absence. She had lied to her friends plenty and she would like to avoid any more lies if possible.

After lunch, Hermione was mustering up the courage to go up to Daphne and ask her about Montague and perhaps even her punishment but she never got that far. Some boy whose face she recognized but whose name she didn’t know pulled her along by the wrist until they were just around the corner inside an empty classroom. She thought he was a year older than she was, and he was quite handsome with his light hair and blue eyes.

He pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, his body pressing fully against hers, and his erection growing against her belly. He was a bit of a wild kisser, his tongue moving just too fast and his motions a bit erratic, but his hands were magical. He slipped them underneath her skirt to pull her panties down and began to tease her until she was nearly ready to beg for it.

He didn’t go for the clit right away, first teasing and touching her everywhere but there. His fingers slid through her wet folds only to stop just before he’d touch her clit. A single finger slipped inside of her for a moment and then he quickly pulled back. He massaged her pussy lips until she was burning and squirming in his hands.

‘You know, I’ve never done anal before.’ He was breathing rather hard, close to her ear, sending goosebumps down her neck. He grabbed on to her hips to turn her around and pressed her face against the wall. Anal still wasn’t Hermione’s preferred choice, but she had certainly learned to appreciate it since it never failed to make her come these days.

He twisted and turned until the plug slipped out of her bum. With a firm push on her back, he bent her over, quickly dropped his trousers and pressed his cock against her arse until the tip slipped in. He wasn’t very big so he was inside of her fully in just a couple of thrusts and they both could not help but moan.

What he lacked in size, he more than made up for with his quick and powerful thrusts. It didn’t take Hermione very long before she was coming. ‘Gods, Gods, yes!’ Her shouting and moaning spurred him on to move even faster and harder. She had to brace herself with both hands against the wall to keep from banging her head. It wasn’t very long before he grabbed on to her hips with a bruising grip and pushed in as deep as his cock could reach, spurting his hot cum inside of her.

After catching his breath, the boy left rather quickly and left her by herself to sort herself out. With a quick cleaning spell, the plug was back in place and she pulled up her underwear.

Hermione tried to find Daphne after her next class, but couldn’t spot the girl anywhere, so she came up with a new idea, one that terrified her. She hesitated outside the infirmary. She wasn’t sure if this was a good plan. Montague might get really angry if he lied eyes on the person who had hurt him. But perhaps he could respect her for offering him her apologies face to face. There might even be a small chance he could forgive her.

The infirmary was quiet inside, and Hermione was grateful madam Pomfrey was nowhere in sight. There was only one bed with the curtains drawn, and all the other beds were empty. With a pounding heart, Hermione made her way towards it and swiftly slipped between the curtains before she could lose her nerve.

Hermione released a deep breath when she saw that Montague was asleep. She hesitated, unsure of what to do. She could leave and deal with it another time, but the anxiety that had been tormenting her these last days had been unbearable.

Cautiously, she stepped closer. Montague almost seemed like an entirely differently person in his sleep. Without a teasing glint in his eyes and that smirk on his face, he seemed like a regular, kind boy. Younger, even. No one would ever guess what he got up to between classes by looking at him now. Hermione wondered how he had become so cruel. Maybe the world had been cruel to him first.

‘My little girlfriend.’ Hermione nearly jumped when she heard his voice. ‘Coming to check up on me?’ His tone was sharp, almost mocking, but the look in his eyes didn’t quite match the bite in his words.
Hermione quickly sat down on the stool beside the bed and lowered her head. ‘I…I’m so sorry, sir.’ Her voice was soft and she didn’t dare meet his gaze. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you, truly.’

‘Accidental magic? I don’t really remember.’ He asked, genuine curiosity softening his usual tone. Hermione was surprised by his demeanour. She had never had an authentic conversation with him before. It made her feel like an actual human being for once.

‘Yes, it was an accidental burst of magic.’ She replied hesitantly. ‘Why?’ He asked, still calm, his eyes steady on hers. Hermione frowned and dared to look at him. ‘You have been in much more stressful situations than that, why now?’ He continued.

She hesitated but managed a response. ‘I – I was afraid that people would find out about me. Fred saw me, with you.’

‘And what would they find out? That you’re a slut?’ He asked bluntly. She nodded, tears burning behind her eyes.

‘But you are. You’re our little house slut. That’s your place. And that’s okay. It’s okay to like sex. It’s okay to have sex with so many people. Does that make you a slut? Absolutely, but so what?’

Tears were falling down Hermione’s face at his words. This is exactly what she had been afraid of for so long. She had tried to fight it for so long but she truly enjoyed having sex with them, all of them. At least physically. She had even started to feel something for some of the Slytherins that raped her. What did that make her? Had they truly broken her?

Her breath hitched as he reached out and tilted her chin up. ‘Look at me.’ He commanded, a bit of his old self back. The one Hermione was so familiar with. ‘No one will ever find out, I promise. No one will know that you’re ours, our Slytherin toy. Just us.’

He released her chin and held out his hand for her to take, and she took it. His hand was warm and large around hers. ‘I haven’t had sex in days. Will you show me how much you enjoy being our toy?’ He asked, his voice was firm but lacking his usual harshness. Never before had Montague asked something of her, only demanded it. It was a different side of him and one she preferred to the more cruel part inside of him.

Hermione nodded and stood up from the stool, pushing it to the side. She cast a quick spell to silence the area and then put her wand on the stool. Locking eyes with Montague, she slowly reached underneath her skirt and pulled her panties down, leaving them fall on the floor. Hermione pulled her sweater over her head, she was already burning up. The thought of fucking Montague in his hospital bed had her heated and dripping.

Montague watched silently as she pulled the sheets off him and climbed onto the bed, settling her knees on either side of him. She wasn’t sure if he was too hurt or tired to take her as he usually did or if he was simply enjoying it this way, but she was still quite nervous he would suddenly jump up and pin her down.

Hermione lowered herself onto his crotch with her pussy and started grinding on him to harden him up. As she moved back and forth, rolling her body, she unbuttoned button after button until her breasts spilled out of her white blouse, her bra barely containing them. Montague still said nothing but his breathing got a little quicker and his cock was definitely hard.

‘Show me.’ His voice was soft but stern and the look in his eyes was quite dark. ‘Show me what a slut you are.’

He groaned when Hermione grabbed his cock in her hand from his underwear and sank down on it with her warm, gushing pussy. ‘Show me how much you like sex.’ He demanded as she started to bounce up and down on him. ‘Use me for your own pleasure. Use me like we’ve used you.’

‘Oh, Gods, oh Gods.’ She moaned. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her hands leaning on his thighs for support. She rode him as hard and as fast as she could manage. From this angle, his cock was hitting the exact right spot that had Hermione moaning and writhing and wishing her body could go faster.

Montague clutched his head, his lips slightly opened and his eyes full of pain. Hermione froze when she noticed him. ‘Don’t stop. Take it.’ He moved his hips up and down a few times to urge her on. Take your pleasure.’

Her legs started to burn in protest but Hermione was so very close. She could no longer hold the position. Slowly, she lowered herself down, resting on her elbows beside his head, her face pressed into his neck. There, she could hear his soft groans of pained pleasure each time her cunt enveloped his cock. Her own moans went directly into his ear as well. They were particularly loud when she reached her ultimate pleasure. Montague grabbed a fistful of her hair exactly at that moment and yanked her head back hard, so he could look into her eyes. He held her there, his eyes dark. When her own bouncing started to subside, he pushed his hips up and with a few powerful thrusts, he spilled his seed inside her.

They were both flushed and breathing hard. When the lust faded, Hermione felt terribly awkward sitting on his lap. The atmosphere completely changed and an unspoken barrier was back up. She could no longer talk to him so openly, as she had never been able to before, and part of her was sad. It was as if he had finally proven that he was not a complete monster. That even he could be genuine.

Montague closed his eyes and draped an arm over his forehead. ‘I’ll see you later, little toy.’ He sounded tired. Hermione climbed off him, cleaned herself once more, and reached for her underwear. ‘Leave it.’ He demanded and there was the unmistakable proof that he was himself again.