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Promiscuous Hermione	By : joeparas1988 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 27593 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, including any of the books in the series and based in that universe, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 1: Parvati/Dean, Hermione/Dean
“I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
Ron and Hermione smiled ruefully at the retreating form of their best friend - nose buried deep in yet another healing book – as he expertly dodged the oncoming student traffic on his way to Madam Pomfrey’s infirmary.
“Who’d have thought he’d become the smart one of the three of us?” Ron mused aloud as Hermione rolled her eyes and elbowed her other best friend.
“Are you saying I’m not smart Ronald?” she challenged with a raised, challenging brow.
Ron, no longer the proverbial squirrel that quailed under Mistress Granger’s gaze, only smirked. “All I’m saying is that I could have sworn I saw you peeking at Harry’s notes more than a few times during class today.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Face it. You’re one of us now, the ‘normal folk’. You’ll be right with me copying his notes later tonight, don’t lie.”
Hermione couldn’t keep up the faux annoyed expression and let out an amused chuckle. “I suppose it’s that or having him try explaining the theory to me. Talk about humbling experiences…”
“The first step is acceptance,” Ron teased as he threw an arm over her shoulder and drew her in close. “Besides, if you’re finding these NEWT classes challenging, imagine how the rest of us feel.”
Hermione snorted in amusement before elbowing Ron softly in the ribs. “Prat,” she accused half-heartedly, not fighting his half-hug as she held her books to her chest.
Honestly, now that the awkwardness and sexual tension no longer existed between them, she enjoyed spending time with and talking with Ron just as much as she did Harry – something she’d only really tolerated in the past if she was honest with herself. They’d both come to the conclusion that they much preferred each other as friends shortly after Voldemort’s fall in a surprising display of maturity for a couple of emotionally charged fifteen slash sixteen year olds, and as a result, their relationship had never been better.
“So,” Ron said conversationally with a cheeky grin in her direction, “what’s this I hear about you and a certain ex-Quidditch captain after Slughorn’s party last week?”
“Who? Oliver?” Hermione asked, surprised at the abrupt and personal question.
“You shagging any other ex-Quidditch captains?” Ron countered, his grin still firmly in place.
Recovering from her surprise and wondering how Ron, of all people, had found out, she shrugged her shoulders and batted her suddenly too large and innocent eyes at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
‘Yes, in fact, I am.’
“Yes please,” Ron replied all too quickly without any shame. “Harry’s got his nose buried in a book twenty-four seven these days, I have to live vicariously through someone,” he pleaded.
“No you don’t,” Hermione replied without any pity. “You’ve bulked up quite a lot ever since you’ve decided to become a Monster Hunter after graduating, I’m sure there are plenty of girls throwing themselves at you.”
“I’m not like that,” Ron replied uncomfortable. “I’m not like…”
He suddenly looked uncomfortable and Hermione smiled up at him indulgently. “Like me?”
“Err, no, I didn’t mean…” Ron began to stammer but Hermione shushed him with another elbow to the ribs.
“Relax, you’re not going to hurt my feelings by calling a spade a spade,” Hermione assured him. “Besides, Harry calls me a slut all the time.”
“And that doesn’t make you angry?” Ron asked dubiously. He hadn’t known that about his best mate.
“Nope,” Hermione replied without pause. “Besides, who do you think hooks me up with all these ex-Quidditch captains?” she asked with an impish smile.
Ron looked at her in awe before nodding sagely. “You are a dirty little slut.”
“See?”

“Still love you though.”
Once upon a time, a declaration like that would have caused them to lapse into an uncomfortable silence.
“Love you too, cherry-boy,” Hermione teased earning a loud guffaw from her best friend. Hermione marvelled at how an ‘insult’ like that would have sent the Ron of two years ago off into a fit of rage.
Maturity suited him well.
“See? That’s why I need to live vicariously through you!”
Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“So you and Wood then?”
“Mhmm.”
“After Slughorn’s?”
“Mhmm.”
“What positions?”
“Would you like the memory and you can just view it in a Pensieve at your leisure?” Hermione wanted to laugh when Ron stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her with wide eyes. “Well?”
“Erm…” Ron stuttered for several seconds before replying, “I’ll take a raincheck? Maybe?”
Hermione shrugged, “It’s just as well. It would have been a hell of a lot of effort to find a Pensieve just to wank over a thirty second memory.”
Hermione actually laughed when, for the second time in as many seconds, Ron stopped dead in his tracks. Her statement had been so surprising he didn’t even comment on her unusual bout of potty mouth.
Ron gaped at her incredulously for several more moments before leaning back and roaring with laughter.
“No way!” Ron exclaimed when he got himself under control.
“Yes way,” Hermione snorted in amusement. “He said something about not being able to control himself because I was so beautiful but that was just a load of rubbish. He virtually came the second he touched me.”
Ron was looking at her in awe. “This must be what girl talk is like.”
“All the time,” Hermione confirmed for him with a sage nod while supressing the urge to giggle.
“Blimey!”
“You asked, right?” They were coming up on the Gryffindor common room. Hermione saw Seamus heading in their direction in his exercise clothes. The Irish boy, while not as big or built as Ron was just as ripped. She wondered why she’d never had him.
“I should have asked sooner, this is brilliant!”
“We can continue this another time,” Hermione assured him as she released Ron and pecked him on the cheek just before Seamus lobbed a sport’s bag at him. Ron’s eyes didn’t leave hers as he snatched it out of the air and smiled.
“Maybe I’ll bring a Pensieve with me next time?”
“Ooh, sounds kinky,” Seamus butted in as he leaned down to let Hermione peck him on the cheek too.
“How is a Pensieve kinky?” Ron asked incredulously.
“Can you imagine all the saucy secrets this little political minx has stored away in that mind of hers?” Seamus asked his workout buddy with a conspiratorial wink. “She probably has all kinds of dirty – the kinky kind – on influential people already!”
‘Like how the French ambassador and his wife enjoy threesomes, even when the third member isn’t strictly legal,’ Hermione mused as she remembered Bill and Fleur’s wedding that previous summer.
What a night.
And morning.
And night again. You get the picture. How a man supposedly in his fifties could satisfy a Veela and a horny teenage girl for so long, she’d never know.
Magic, she guessed.
“Where’s Dean?” Ron asked as they prepared to head off to the communal gym by the Quidditch change rooms.
“Dunno, he disappeared a while ago.” The emphasis was purely for her benefit, if the wink behind Ron’s back towards her was any indication. She understood immediately however, and realised she’d be seeing Dean very soon.
He was a little big for her tastes, but all this talk about her incredibly active sex life with her ex-love interest had her incredibly randy.
Suddenly, she couldn’t get back to her room quick enough.
“Alright, I’ll catch you later Mione,” Ron said with a parting wave as he shouldered his gym bag.
“See ya Hermione,” Seamus mirrored Ron as he made to follow.
“Later boys audaces fortuna iuvat.” Hermione spoke the tongue-twisting Latin phrase impatiently as the door swung open and the warmth of the Gryffindor common room along with several groups of students talking and laughing washed over her.
She stood in the doorway for several moments, watching how happy and carefree everyone in the room seemed to be. Hermione couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in her chest at the knowledge that she’d had a hand in making sure this was all possible.
Closing the portrait door behind her, admonishing herself on getting all sappy, she politely returned several greetings as she made her way over to the stairs leading up to her dorm room. She was stopped just before her destination by a handsome idiot.
“Hey Hermione?” Cormac McLaggen called out to her. “You doing anything tonight?”
Hermione decided to humour him and thought on it for a few seconds. It was a Friday night; honestly, she’d just planned on going up to her room and partaking in what was no doubt happening inside.
“I’ll probably be free a bit later, why?”
“Come to Slughorn’s party with me?” he asked her with a charming smile. Cormac, like Ron, was a Quidditch player and it showed. He was broad of chest and shoulder with a nice, inverted triangular shaped torso that he liked to show off by wearing tight shirts. Like many students involved in some way with the war he’d elected to redo a year to better prepare for his NEWTs – his sixth, the previous year.
He was also very well connected within the Ministry thanks to his uncle, who apparently had the ear of Minister Scrimgeour and was also very influential in his own right.
Cormac suddenly became a lot more attractive.
“I’ll be ready by nine-ish,” Hermione agreed with a smile and a nod. Cormac smiled like Christmas had come early and, Hermione noted his body once more, it just may have if he didn’t turn out to be a total twat.
“Brilliant, I’ll see you then,” Cormac replied with a giddy smile before grabbing her hand and placing a chaste kiss on the back of it.
It was cute, in the way a puppy licking your hand was cute. While his mannerisms were puppy-esque, and while his personality was… well, that hardly mattered.
She was interested in his connections… and the thing between his legs.
She really was a slut.
Before she ascended the stairs towards her dorm room, she smirked at the sight of a particularly ugly, purple scrunchie wrapped around the base of the bottommost pillar’s finial.
She wondered if its creator had intended for it to be used for such… naughty purposes.
She took the steps up two at a time, looked around when she reached the door to her room to make sure the coast was clear, then headed inside without any fanfare.
She wasn’t disappointed with what she found within.
Lying on her stomach on her bed in nothing but a purple g-string was Lavender casually flicking through Teen Witch Weekly. The blonde bombshell had her long hair styled in a wavy fashion and tied up in a ponytail while her soft features were accentuated with a surprisingly little amount of make-up. Lav was shorter than either of her roommates, but had larger breasts and wider hips than either of them.
The real cause for interest, however, was over on the other side of the room on Parvati’s bed and the two dark-skinned students occupying it.
One was obviously Parvati, naked as the day she was born with her slender and exotic features on full display. Her breasts weren’t as large as Lavender’s or her own, but they were perky and capped with two, dark down nipples that could at the moment probably cut glass. A small amount of perspiration gave her beautiful body an enticing sheen and her hypnotic, gyrating movements caused her flexing abdominal muscles to earn the full attention of her partner. Said partner’s large hands were rubbing circles into each butt-cheek as she raised herself up almost at full stretch before lowering herself down and pausing on his large testicles. She repeated the process over and over again at a slow, sensual pace that her lover found incredibly enjoyable – if his scrunched up face and blissful smile were any indication.
Hermione shut the door behind her with no effort at subtlety, each of them had walked in on each other in similar situations in the past – the time for embarrassment had long since passed, even if Parvati Patil was currently fucking the daylights out of Lavender Brown’s boyfriend of two years.
Though, she supposed, ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ were little more than titles as far as the couple were concerned. Neither had any interest in committing to a monogamous relationship with the other, at least not yet anyway.
Dean Tomas was someone she had known ‘intimately’ for a while now. With as open as the trio of promiscuous girls were about their sex lives, that openness had inevitably extended towards partners. Each had, at one point at least over the past couple of years brought back a bed partner they had then shared with the others girls for the night.
It turned each of them on, sharing their ‘friends’ for the evening. It had gotten to the point where they had become somewhat competitive over who had brought back the best shag for the three of them.
Of the ones specifically brought back to share, Lavender seemed to be the out and out winner insomuch that Dean was really the only one that made repeated appearances. Hermione admitted to herself that the first time she’d had with him had also been enhanced by the excitement of being with a ‘black man’, though she’d later come to find that she enjoyed other, less endowed partners a fair bit more.
Dean was as tall as Ron, but not as bulky. He was far leaner as a result of playing football for most of his life – though he’d obviously had to join a summer league since starting at Hogwarts. He wasn’t skinny, perse, but he was wiry and his muscles well defined.
His cock was also almost as big as her forearm.
“Hey luv,” Lav greeted with a smile as she went back to reading an article in her magazine.
Parvati, pausing in her vertical movements, lowered herself all the way down on Dean’s cock and began to gyrate as she reached with her left hand behind her head and pulled her hair back and out of her face to drape it entirely over her left shoulder. She then looked up at Hermione with a laboured yet wildly fulfilled expression.
“Hey,” she said in a much weaker, strained voice. They’d obviously been at it a while.
Dean then opened his eyes and smiled at her before winking. “Hey gorgeous.”
“Hey to you too,” Hermione replied with a tired smile as she dumped her books and book bag on her desk before kicking off her shoes and hanging her robes on the hanger behind the door.
“Long day?” Lav asked as more of a formality than any interest on her part as she was engrossed in an article in the magazine. It just goes to show how desensitized they were when a couple could be having sex just a few feet away and you’d not be affected.
Hermione wouldn’t normally be affected much either, if she wasn’t already so horny.
“Yeah,” Hermione replied as Parvati and Dean went back to slowly fucking each other. Hermione paused in removing her sweater to eye the long, thick member being slowly extracted from Parvati’s abused quim. It was absolutely slathered in her juices. Maybe some of Lavender’s too. “Ron was asking me about my sex life, it was pretty cute.”
Lavender looked up dubiously while Parvati and Dean continued to shag, completely ignoring them.
“It wasn’t like that,” Hermione replied with a roll of her eyes as she folded her jumper and placed in neatly on her desk. It was soon followed with her stockings and skirt leaving her in only her underwear and her shirt. “It was almost like how we talk to each other; he was genuinely curious and laughed when I told him about Oliver. There was no awkwardness at all.”
“He didn’t seem jealous or angry at all?” Lavender asked curiously, her magazine long forgotten. Evidently she found their conversation more stimulating than whatever rubbish she’d been reading in that rag.
“Not even close, more amused if anything. I managed to embarrass him a few times I think, which was kind of cute, but the best part was being able to talk to him like I do with Harry and not even having to think about any history between us,” Hermione gushed as she folded her shirt and placed it beside the rest of her clothes leaving her in only a black lacy set of bra and panties, the latter of which was quickly removed, one leg at a time.
Hermione smirked when she noticed Dean had suddenly switched focus from Parvati’s bouncing, perky tits to her bald, leaking pussy. He unashamedly devoured her with his dark, smouldering eyes as he picked up the pace with Parvati, grabbing a hold of her soft ass and assisting her in her riding of him.
Hermione smirked at him before turning away and sauntering over towards Lavender’s desk – littered with hair-care and other cosmetic products – with an added sway to her step. She tied her hair up in a ponytail before swiftly curling it around and pinning it into a loose bun while still leaving her long fringe and several strands framing her face. This easy ten second hairstyle was how she liked her hair best – too much product in it didn’t look as sexy as the ‘half-assed, just threw this together’ look, in her opinion.
She made her way back towards her bed and lay down with her back against the headboard and propping herself up to get a good view of the action. Dean’s eyes hadn’t left either her ass or body the entire time. A girl less assured of her sexuality than Parvati may have been offended, but she was anything but that.
“Already eyeing up your next target?” Parvati asked breathlessly before, without giving him a chance to respond, rolling off him and crawling over to lie at the foot of her bed sideways, her entire front exposed to Hermione as she lifted her leg up into the air and held it aloft from the back of her knee.
It didn’t take a genius to realise what she wanted.
Dean shimmied over behind her as Hermione began tracing the outer lips of her pussy with her fingers, her breath quickening when they made contact.
She was really, really horny.
Grabbing a hold of his prodigious length, Dean aimed it at her entrance and entered in one smooth thrust. Parvati’s eyes closed and her face lit up in an exultant smile. She could almost see the excited shiver of delight that coursed through her frame as he began thrusting.
“I figured,” Parvati began with a bit of trouble. Dean wouldn’t stop for something as inane as letting her completely sentences uninterrupted. “I figured if you were gonna frig yourself, you’d like a better view.”
“Much appreciated luv,” Hermione assured her with a sexy smile as she sat up and raised as well as spread her legs in the ‘M’ position. Reaching over to her bedside table, she grabbed her wand and traced the shape of an arch in a quick, little flick as she silently cast the Summoning Charm with practised ease.
From the closet by Lavender’s bed, a dildo a few inches shorter than Dean’s member fizzed towards her like a pink missile. She fumbled with her wand as she tried to put it down and capture the dildo-missile at the same time. Dean and Parvati let out breathless chuckles at the display which earned them a mock glare in response.
“Yes Hermione, you may borrow mister Biggity,” Lavender replied sardonically. Hermione winked at her before placing the large member at her entrance and teasing it in and out just the way she liked it. As she loosened herself up, she inched more and more of the member into her until the little arm at the base of the toy was able to simultaneously rub her rapidly exposing clit. Once in that position, she focused more on rubbing her clit with mister Biggity’s little arm than manipulating the phallic portion of the toy itself.
“So no awkwardness or any feelings of that kind at all between you and Ron anymore?” Lavender inquired after several moments of only deep, laboured breathing and excited pants filling the air.
“You know that already on my part,” Hermione replied shortly as she continued to work the dildo. She brought the fingers of her right hand up to her mouth and applied a liberal amount of saliva to them before bringing it down under her bra and circling it around her dark nipples. “He seems to not fancy me in that way anymore either,” she paused as a lance of pleasure shot through her senses, “that’s not to say he was averse to the idea of watching some of my past exploits through a Pensieve.”
“Or as I like to call it, the ultimate wank bank,” Dean joked from his position behind Parvati.
The Indian witch laughed throatily as Dean continued to thrust into her. She too was now pinching and pulling at her nipples after Dean had begun supporting the weight of her upright leg. “A priceless magical artefact and all you can think about is how amazing it would be as a masturbatory aid.”
“You’re my masturbatory aid luv,” Dean replied cheekily and was rewarded with several chuckles around the room.
Lavender had gone quiet and was looking at Hermione thoughtfully.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I were to go over to Ron and shag his brains out right now?” Lavender asked carefully, not wanting to overstep her bounds.
Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance, “First, even if we were like that, after everything we’ve been through, you’d think I’d have an issue with sharing?”
At Hermione’s slightly ridiculous challenging question – only so because of the dildo she was still slowly pumping in and out of her – Lavender conceded the point.
“Second, I’m not sure he’d go for it even if you threw yourself at him. He’s not exactly one to be promiscuous,” Hermione pointed out and raised her brows in surprised at Lavender’s contemptuous scoff.
“These can convince anyone,” Lavender said as she sat up on her knees and started playing with her large breasts, tweaking and pulling at her pink, puffy nipples.
“That remains to be seen,” Hermione added but shrugged nonetheless. She closed her eyes as she imagined Cormac McLaggen, tonight, sliding in and out of her like mister Biggity. “But finally, Ron’s currently working out with Seamus, so you’d have to seduce more than just him.”
“Sold!” Lavender cheered as she hopped up off the bed and began scrambling around the room with her tits flopping around everywhere looking for her clothes. Hermione smirked inwardly. Always count on Lavender to jump at the opportunity to be double teamed – according to her, it never happened as often as she’d like.
She was dressed and out the door in under a minute with an excited giggle and a jaunty wave, no doubt on her way as quickly as possible to the communal gym. The allure of two sweaty, muscular studs ravishing her having no doubt turned her on so much that she barely had the forethought to peck her boyfriend on her lips before she sped towards the Quidditch pitch.
“God I love that girl,” Dean sighed whimsically as Parvati narrowed her eyes and bumped him with her behind harder than he was expecting.
“Less talking more fucking lover boy,” she snapped at Dean, her impatience and her impending orgasm getting the best of her good mood.
“Yes ma’am,” Dean assured her with an amused smile before redoubling his efforts to immediate effect.
Parvati let out a low, low-pitched moan as Dean snaked a hand underneath her body and began roughly playing with a dark, pebble-like nipple while at the same time he leaned into her ear and started to talk dirty to her.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” Dean growled in a low, deep voice right in her ear before taking her lobe in between his teeth and tugging. Releasing it, he continued, “You love it when others watch you fuck, don’t you, you exhibitionist slag? Hows about next time we do it right in the middle of the common room you dirty whore?”
Parvati certainly seemed to be enjoying the more personalised treatment, if her features were anything to by. Hermione began breathing heavily through her nose as she ramped up her ministrations to match those of Dean.
Parvati’s face was locked in an expression of pure bliss, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth agape in a silent scream. Dean had paused in his dirty talk and began licking and nibbling at her ear while thrusting his thick member in and out of her as quickly as their position allowed.
“Here, hold your leg up,” Dean instructed her, no longer supporting Parvati’s raised leg much to her annoyance. That annoyance, however, quickly washed away when Dean licked his finger and used now his free hand to insert a long, lubricated digit into Parvati’s rear. Simultaneously, his right hand – previously trapped under her body and playing with her tit – had snaked down and begun lightly pinching her clit.
Parvati’s body seized up at the quadruple assault on her erogenous zones – ear, clit, pussy and ass – before losing all rigidity as she flopped, seemingly boneless, against Dean’s lean chest. Her mouth was still wide in a silent scream of ecstasy but her eyes were now open, but still just as unseeing.
‘That’s so hot’, Hermione mused as she fought not to increase her own efforts. She loved the utility of mister Biggity, but there was no way in hell she wanted to cum on it. Not now when she had a perfectly willing partner she was so hot for not a few feet away.
A partner who had locked eyes with her the second Parvati’s orgasm crashed over her and refused to break the stare.
Dean eased up on his assault on Parvati, but sought to prolong her fantastic, mind-numbing orgasm by continuing to thrust in and out of her slowly. The incredibly dark, veiny monster didn’t let up for a moment until Parvati finally begun to show signs of discomfort at it plundering her depths.
Finally pulling out, Dean admired his handy work. Parvati’s pussy was red-raw and the lips expanded in a gaping mess. The removing of his pecker had also brought along with it a veritable flood of juices that had been sealed inside from the vice-like grip the Indian girl’s pussy had had on his member.
Parvati, finally in control of her body once again, leaned her head back into Dean’s chest and smiled contently. She didn’t turn to look at him but she did reach back to stroke the side of his face lovingly with a close-eyed expression of bliss.
“You didn’t cum,” she admonished him as she continued to caress his face.
“Don’t worry, I plan to address that,” Hermione called from her bed, mister Biggity long gone as she traced the lips of her pussy enticingly. She certainly had his attention.
“What is this?” Dean asked in mock outrage. “Am I just some human vibrator to be passed around you three whenever you please?”
“Yes,” Hermione and Parvati answered in unison. The trio looked at each other and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Hermione, not usually prone to them, blamed the sexual high her peaking arousal had put her in.
Dean, ever the gentleman, picked Parvati up gently and brought her into a more reasonable sitting position against the headboard of her bed. He then used his discarded wand to clean any mess they’d made – including any mess on his dick, he knew Hermione hated it when he went anywhere near her with a ‘dirty’ dick – before stalking over to Hermione.
Hermione watched him stalk towards her like a black panther on the prowl. His eyes were dark and smouldering and his form taut and rippling with toned muscles. Her eyes then fell unto the massive cock – the largest she’d ever had – he held in one hand and pointed towards her. His skin was more brown than black, a few shades darker than Parvati’s, but his cock was as dark as skin tone came.
She loved the contrast it and her own pale, white skin created.
Kneeling on her bed, Dean began to walk towards her on his knees as he slowly stroked himself. Cupping a handful of toned derrière in each hand, he pulled her the rest of the way towards him before slowly tracing a path up her hamstrings, the back of her knees, her calves and finally her ankles. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips before resting her legs against his chest and shoulders.
“Hey sweetling,” Dean greeted with a gentleness that belied his large frame. “Miss me?”
“A little,” she replied in a teasing whisper as she licked her lips. Hermione relished in the look of raw desire that flashed in his eyes.
“Yeah?” Dean asked as he gently massages her legs after laying his cock against her stomach. Incredibly, it almost reached up to the underside of her breasts.
Neither seemed to be in any hurry to begin, content with staring hungrily into each other’s eyes instead of rutting away like the over eager school children they were. ‘Seemed’, of course, being the operative term. Hermione was so hot she felt like she could spontaneously combust at any moment and Dean’s gaze was so intense that, if it were possible, she’d have orgasmed from just it alone.
“This is in the way,” Dean admonished, finally breaking the silence. His hands had slid up her sides to toy with the trap of her lacy bra.
“In the way of what?” Hermione asked with faux interest.
“Me seeing perfection in all its glory,” Dean complimented as Hermione arched her back to allow Dean to snake his hands beneath her and release the clasp of her bra. Hermione snorted in amusement as she heard Parvati grumble something not-so-flattering from her vantage point.
“You know I love you too Parvati,” Dean looked up from Hermione to smile over at the satiated Indian girl. “You’re just as perfect.”
“Flatterer,” said girl joked while batting her eyelashes and fanning herself in a dramatic way.
Hermione laughed at the byplay as Dean blindly removed her bra and tossed it aside. His eyed her full breasts topped with small, dark, rock-hard nipples hungrily before wrapping her legs around his waist so he could lean down and capture one of them in his mouth.
Hermione closed her eyes and moaned softly in pleasure, enjoying the ministrations immensely. She loved having her breasts – her nipples, more specifically – gently fondled.
His roaming hands didn’t stay idle for long either. One was quick to keep the odd breast company while the other went to the nape of her neck and began to rub soothing patterns into her skin.
‘Oh Jesus,’ she thought passionately as the combination of ministrations set her body alight. ‘I taught him too well!’
Parvati then said something, but so engrossed was she in the pleasure Dean was giving her that it sounded like it came from the bathroom.
An abrupt tugging on her wrists and ankles brought her out of her pleasure-induced reverie and alerted her to the ‘now’.
Her wrists and ankles were tied securely to the posts of the bed with rope. Spell rope, to be more precise.
Dean looked just as surprised as her. Both lovers looked over to Parvati whose smile could put even Crookshanks’ most smug one to shame.
“Okay?” Dean prompted as Hermione narrowed her eyes at her roommate in warning.
“Don’t let her cum,” Parvati instructed as she lay back against the silky pillows on her bed imperiously, as if she were Cleopatra. “It’s been ages since she’s brought back anyone for us all to play with. I’m not letting her get away with that so easily.”
“What are you -?” Before Hermione could formulate a response, Parvati flicked her wrist once more and nipped that in the bud. The Silencing charm had achieved what its namesake implied and rendered her speechless.
Dean chuckled and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance at his betrayal.
“Oh don’t look at me like that,” Dean admonished her playfully as he began to trail kisses down her body, beginning at her long neck and ending at her inner thigh. Hermione fought against her restraints like a patient at an insane asylum but it was no use. The ropes held firm and the burning desire within her just continued to increase the more Dean played with her. “I’ve done this with Lav before, trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
Realising that resistance was futile, she looked over at Parvati and gave her the stink-eye, her brilliant mind already working furiously to come up with a suitable payback for her friend when this was all over.
She didn’t have long to ponder however as Dean began feasting on her quim with the ease of someone who knew his way around a woman’s body. He traced her lips with his tongue and circled – but never coming in direct contact – with her clit. He alternated plunging both fingers and his tongue within her while using both to beat on her lips as if he were a drummer and her pussy the instrument.
Each time she felt herself coming close to orgasm, Parvati would hit her with a Confundus charm, tricking her body into believing that it was nowhere near orgasm. It was the spell version of dumping a bucket of freezing cold water over her mid-coitus.
Despite the insurmountable rage she felt towards her friend at that moment, a part of her mind couldn’t help but wonder at how the girl had gotten so proficient at using such a complex spell in such a specialised manner…
Right, stupid question.
Parvati had just stopped her from having an orgasm for the tenth time when they heard the sound of footsteps rapidly ascending the stairs. The only thought running through her mind at that moment – other than the countless ways she could kill Parvati and get away with it – was that Lavender shouldn’t be finished with her little adventure already.
“Harry!” Parvati squealed in surprise.
“Harry?!” Dean mirrored her, in a not-so-manly fashion.
Hermione’s eyes snapped open and looked imploringly at her best friend who came storming in the room as if completely unaware on the scene he’d happened upon.
He didn’t even blink.
She wasn’t surprised. He’d ‘happened’ upon her in many more – and sometimes weirder – situations just like this in the past. He’d built up a resistance rather quick.
‘I’m such a slut…’
Harry strode right past the bed she was tied down to, right past the completely naked and still surprised Parvati – though not shocked, it must be said. He’d happened upon her in much more compromising positions too, in this very room even – and straight towards Lavender’s desk where an old, intricate and priceless cloak hung over Lavender’s desk chair.
She recognized that cloak anywhere.
He grabbed it and rounded on a still shocked Dean, completely unconcerned with his nakedness and raised his hand before whipping it across the back of his head with a considerable amount of strength.
Dean recoiled from the head-slap, but Harry wasn’t done.
“Stop.”
Slap.
“Knicking.”
Backhand slap.
“My cloak.”
Slap.
“Whenever.”
Backhand slap. And it continued with Harry punctuating each slap with another shout.
“You.”
“Ow! What the bloody hell -!”
“Want.”
“ – are you doing?!”
“To fuck.”
“Cut it out!”
“Your girlfriend!”
“Seriously!”
“And her slutty friends!”
Dean had now raised his arms up to protect his head, but it seemed like Harry was pleased that he’d gotten his point across.
“I’m glad we understand each other!” Harry exclaimed with a pleased expression before delivering an open palm slap with all his might onto Dean’s naked back.
“OW THAT BLOODY HURT!” Dean hollered as Harry nodded happily.
“That, of course, was the point.”
“How did you even know I was here?” Dean whined as he nursed his raw head and back.
“Oh please,” Harry scoffed and motioned towards the door. “Who do you think created that ward dampener scrunchie these slappers use to have their little orgies?”
“You?!” Dean exclaimed in shock. Even Parvati was surprised. Hermione had never told her where she’d found the amazing little bit of magical hair-ware that nullified the wards placed on the stairs leading to the girl’s dormitories whenever a boy set foot on them.
“Well it certainly wasn’t McGonagall,” Harry replied dryly. Parvati and Dean were still amazed at how he could talk about such an amazing feat of magic so casually. “What’s going on here then?”
Hermione tried to tell Harry to release her, but the Silencing Charm was still very much in effect.
“Huh,” Harry mused as he smirked at Hermione. “I could come back later Mione, if you like. You seem a little tied up at the moment!”
He was obviously very bloody pleased with himself. She narrowed her eyes at him in anger and Harry raised his hands up in a placating manner.
“Easy luv, why don’t you take a seat and calm down?”
He lasted about a nanosecond before bursting into raucous laughter.
“Oh boy, this is too much!” Harry exclaimed as he calmed down. “I wish I had a camera, this is just priceless!”
Hermione didn’t let up on her heated stare and Harry eventually calmed down.
“Alright already, geeze,” Harry mock sighed before flicking his wand out from somewhere on his person. Parvati and Dean moved to defend themselves but they had no chance.
Heck, this was Harry Potter they were thinking of defending themselves against – slayer of Dark Lords and envy of all magical practitioners. They could have ambushed him and they still wouldn’t have a chance. Now, when he’d literally caught them with their pants down?
Why even try?
Hermione smiled beautifully when, with a casual flick. He disarmed them both then, with a swish and a twirl, Hermione felt as if she were experiencing vertigo as she suddenly found herself looking down at a bound and gagged Dean. She looked over to where Parvati was and had to giggle when she found the poor girl hogtied on her own bed - an apple in her mouth an all.
“Harry, you’re the best,” Hermione praised as she made to skip over to him and give him a big hug.
“Woah! Back off girly!” Harry warned her as he leapt back onto his standing leg, his opposite one raised up, along with his arms, in a ridiculous Kung-Fu pose she was sure he’d seen in a movie somewhere. “I don’t know what you’ve been up to, no touchy until you’ve had a shower. I don’t want slooties.”
“Slooties?” Hermione queried with a puzzled frown, pausing on her way towards him as he continued to hold his ridiculous pose.
“Slutty cooties, obviously,” Harry ‘informed’ her with a cheeky grin. How he’d get his eyes to twinkle in the way Dumbledore was famous for she’d never know – no matter how many times she’d ask.
“Idiot,” Hermione scolded lovingly. She stood before him completely naked, flushed and practically flooding pussy juices in front of him and she didn’t feel the least bit ashamed. He was her best friend after all.
Besides, this wasn’t even close to the most compromising position he’d caught her in.
God she wished he wasn’t such a prude. His casual display of magical prowess always got her so hot and bothered, added to that how randy she was before he stepped in the room and she was practically itching for something, anything to satiate her.
Looking over at the now bound Dean, his cock standing tall and proud even in his prone state. Hermione licked her lips hungrily.
“I’ll leave you to your slutty ways, luv,” Harry said in parting as he made his way for the door.
“Thanks Harry, I owe you one.”
“Yeah you do,” Harry agreed as he donned his invisibility cloak and left Hermione to her revenge. She idly wondered how he’d snuck up here without it in front of a bustling common room filled with busy body witnesses, but quickly relegated those thoughts to the back of her mind.
“You’re so lucky I’m so damn horny,” Hermione warned Dean in a threatening tone. “You, on the other hand, won’t be so lucky,” she said eyeing the hogtied Indian girl who was pleading with her piteously. She was squirming on her bed, the thick ropes that bound her arms behind her back wrapped securely around her midsection – conveniently leaving all the important bits exposed – while a separate rope bound her wrists and ankles together.
Even if Parvati had wanted to, there was no way for her to get rid of the apple in her mouth either; it seemed to have been magically attached to her somehow.
It was no matter though; a pleasant itching in her loins reminded her she had more pressing matter to attend to.
Hermione crawled onto her own bed and positioned herself over Dean’s prodigious length and, without out so much as a ‘by your leave’, placed him at her entrance before slowly engulfing him into her aching heat.
Dean groaned around the ball-gag Harry had conjured over his friend’s mouth, his eyes rolling in his skull and every muscle in his body tensed as the deliciously tight, velvety, vice-like grip of Hermione’s pussy descended on him.
Though very, ahem, experienced, Hermione’s frequent lovers were seldom Dean’s size – for good reason, she found the depths he could reach if she let him run the show to be incredibly uncomfortable and painful – so, to him, she didn’t doubt hers was one of the tighter pussies he’d get to sample on a somewhat regular basis.
With the amount of swapping lovers between Lavender and Parvati – Lavender with her boyfriend and Parvati with whomever she could coax into their little orgies - they both had much more experience with his larger appendage and thoroughly enjoyed letting him bottom out in them.
Not her though, Hermione mused as she carefully lowered herself unto Dean until roughly eight inches of his incredibly thick tool had worked its way into her. She then began the slow journey back out until only the head of his cock was nestled snugly in her tight little snatch.
She repeated the process again and again, picking up speed as she did until she set herself into a steady, blissful rhythm. Her breasts were hanging loose, unbound and bouncing before his eager eyes that tracked the movements of her small, brown nipples like a hawk eyeing a particularly agile field mouse.
It didn’t take long for Hermione to orgasm, having been brought to the edge several times over the past half an hour, and when she did, she let loose with a loud and deep guttural moan.
She stopped thrusting on his member and held him within her as deep as she found comfortable before beginning to gyrate her rips as she rode out her orgasm.
Dean’s eyes left her swaying breasts and moved towards her fit and toned stomach as it gyrated and undulated before him, its smooth, circular motions interrupted only when Hermione’s whole body would quake as the aftershocks of her orgasm shook her.
“Good boy,” Hermione praised with her eyes closed in bliss and her hands perched on his chest. His cock was still snug in her and rock hard as she spoke. “Don’t move. Just lay there, yes, just like that…”
Dean rolled his eyes and wanted to point out that he didn’t have much choice, but any muffled protests he would have provided quickly died in his throat when Hermione bit her bottom lip in that incredibly sexy way that turned him on and had him going like almost nothing else.
He’d never tell his beautiful girlfriend this, but of all lovers he had taken in the past, none ever matched Hermione for beauty during orgasm. He’d take sensual over crazy or loud any day.
Hermione’s eyes slowly opened as she looked down at the awe-struck face of her lover. Relishing in the adoration her handsome lover was heaping on her, she looked over to the wild-eyed Parvati who was squirming more vigorously than ever as she tried to break the hold the ropes had on her.
“Horny, luv?” Hermione asked with faux concern.
Parvati nodded her head as rapidly as she could within her restraints, it looked kind of comical. Almost like a fish flopping about once stranded out of water.
“Aww, poor baby,” Hermione cooed as she began to slowly thrust up and down on Dean’s length again, much to Parvati’s chagrin. “Too bad I’m busy right now, otherwise I’d let you out.
Neither Dean nor Parvati believed a word of it.
“I guess I’ll have to remind myself after I’m done with good ol’ Dean here,” she said with a saucy wink. “That’s if he doesn’t fuck me into unconsciousness first…”
Parvati’s eyes widened in shock as Hermione reached for her wand on the bedside table – her breasts dangling precariously close to her lover’s gaged mouth - and released Dean with a flick and a twirl.
She didn’t even have time to see Dean’s reaction when she felt a strong grip on her back and a hungry set of lips eagerly devouring her nipple.
Hermione smiled towards Parvati in bliss as Dean feasted on her breasts while slowly thrusting into her once again.
Their vision was blocked however when Dean suddenly flipped them over captured her lips with his own. Hermione’s eyes closed of their own volition and her arms snaked around his wide, ripped back as she embraced him during the deep kiss.
Dean’s cock wasn’t the only thing penetrating her any longer as his tongue and hers had an epic battle within her mouth. She groaned at the loss of the appendage but giggled when he kissed her nose tenderly before taking her bottom lip in between his teeth.
“These lips are too sexy for their own good,” Dean informed the smirking brunette as he raised himself up on his ramrod straight arms so he could look down on her as he resumed thrusting.
They had fucked enough times in the past for Dean to know how far he could penetrate before Hermione began threatening to slice his bits off. With this knowledge firmly in the forefront of his mind, he looked down on their joining and began thrusting in and out of the tight witch.
“You’re so tight, oh my god,” Dean praised as sweat dripped from his brow.
Hermione moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her long, shapely legs around his waist and joined Dean in watching their copulation. His almost black, veiny member was covered in her juices as it stretched her lips to capacity before withdrawing and repeating its descent. Hermione snaked her hand down to their juncture and groaned out in pleasure as she began furiously frigging her clit as Dean fucked her.
She looked up in confusion when she felt Dean’s piston like thrusts slow to almost a stop but understood immediately when he transferred his weight to his legs before grabbing Hermione by the sides of her torso and dragging her closer to him.
His arms having obviously tired, he’d moved to sit on his haunches before replacing his dick at her entrance again and sliding back in smoothly. His hands snaked underneath her and lifted her ass of the bed for easier thrusting. From this position, more on her back than her elbows, she had a perfect view of Dean from his cock to his face between her parted legs.
She first eyed her sweaty, swaying breasts before her eyes trailed down her toned stomach to the juncture between her thighs and the prodigious member plundering her depths. She just eyed that for a few minutes, moaning and groaning softly in pleasure as she continued to frig her clit before her eyes trailed up to his continuously flexing six-pack, his well-defined chest and pecs and finally his eyes which were finally locked with her and had a look of animalistic hunger in them.
This is what she lived for. She loved sex, loved seeing the effects it had on people and loved sharing those feelings with others.
She loved driving her lovers crazy with desire. She loved knowing that they were crazy with pleasure and need because of her, bossy, ‘Miss Know-it-all’ Granger.
No longer was she a buck-toothed, freakish little girl that no one wanted to know or be friends with, but a powerful, independent sexual being that was so desirable, so sexy that men everywhere would bite their own hands off just to get a glimpse at her naked figure.
If she was honest with herself, as noble a cause as equality amongst all beings was, she couldn’t help but wonder if the reason she really wanted to get into politics is to play this ancient game of love and lust over and over again. To relish in the power she had over others both with both her pen and her pussy.
All that really mattered right now though was that an incredibly handsome, well-endowed young man was thrusting in and out of her, the look in his eyes screaming to her ‘How did I get this lucky?’
She loved the feeling that sense of power gave her, almost as much as her impending orgasm was about to give her.
“I’m cumming!” Dean announced in warning with clenched teeth, the muscles in his neck bulging as increased his efforts.
“Cum in me,” Hermione said in a breathless whisper as Dean’s eyes locked with hers once again for the briefest of moments before he leaned down and captured her lips with his own once again. They both groaned into each other’s mouths when he finally released within her.
Hermione felt it, the intensely pleasurable warmth of Dean’s release shooting into her over and over again, flooding her womb with his seed.
She was close to another orgasm, and just as she was thinking about finishing herself off, Dean incredibly had the presence of mind to continue thrusting with what little energy he had left while gently pinching and rubbing her clit.
Hermione groaned once again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss in gratitude.
She finally had to release him when her orgasm came crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Their kiss ended and Hermione moaned loudly and deeply into the room previously filled with only the sounds of breathing and sex.
Dean’s thrusts slowed to almost a stop as he kissed and nibbled on her long neck while Hermione rode the waves of her orgasm out and her vision returned to normal. Eventually, Dean collapsed beside her and snuggled against her, his face in her hair as he took a deep, long smell.
“You smell good,” Dean murmured, earning a giggle from the flushed brunette.
“I smell like sex,” Hermione informed him matter of factly as she spread her pussy lips apart and watched Dean’s cum ooze out of her.
“That’s so sexy,” Dean whispered to her from her side as they both watched the spectacle.
“I’m going to Slughorn’s tonight,” Hermione said mischievously. “I’m going with McLaggen, I wonder if I should wash up before I go?”
Dean laughed. The two of them were in their own little world as they ignored Parvati, who was still squirming on her bed and leaking a veritable flood from between her legs.
“You’re a cheeky little minx,” Dean told Hermione warmly as he softly bit the tip of her nose.
“Mhmm,” Hermione agreed as she palmed the undersides of her breasts and arched her back in a very feline-esque stretch
“Go and wash up you little skank,” Dean told her with a chuckle. “You may be a bitchy, but you’re not going to put Cormac through that, despite how much of an irritating twat he can be.”
“Who says I’m going to shag him?” Hermione asked with a raised brow.
Dean just smiled and rolled his eyes, but didn’t answer her.
A/N: Thanks to all those who read this and I hope you enjoyed it!
This world is an AU, but don't sweat the details. They're not largely important, and if I think you need to know something, I'll be sure to add it in there.
Don't expect any kind of cohesive plot, this will be merely be a series of one-shots loosely strung together showcasing some love, smut and general sillyness. It's a feelgood story, but I try to keep the characters as true to their natures as I can (as true as a promiscuous Hermione can be - that means there'll be no epiphanies on her part that, because she likes dick, she'll immediately overcome her hatred and loathing for Malfoy or suddenly find a creepy, greasy Potions professor attractive...)
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