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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 290991 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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The Bukakke Potion
or
Punishment is a Dish Best Served Cold

After Hagrid had departed the Great Hall, buoyed by the knowledge that they were one step further along the path of eventually escaping their captivity, Harriet began cleaning Hermione the way she had since their second night in the cage together - with her tongue.
Harriet began licking and swallowing the semen of the Slytherins from Hermione’s forehead before applying her tongue to the sticky strands clinging to Hermione’s eyelashes; then the viscous gob across the bridge of her nose and the gooey mess mingled with tears which was slowly sliding down the side of Hermione’s nose from the inner corner of Hermione’s left eye.
Harriet continued laving Hermione’s face, moving on to her cum spattered pink cheeks, her tongue carefully delving deep into Hermione’s right nostril which had received many loads; Crabbe had pulled his cock from Hermione’s mouth after only one spurt, then shoved the tip into her nostril and deliberately pumped at least six shots inside.
Harriet’s attention lingered on Hermione’s lips, lapping up the semen dribbling from the corners, before tenderly kissing her for several minutes. Harriet then moved on to the string of cum dangling from Hermione’s chin and the splodges across the top of Hermione’s breasts, following up by licking and sucking Hermione’s erect pink nipples until she was gasping.
Pleased to have given Hermione some pleasure not entirely tainted with humiliation, Harriet finally began sucking on Hermione’s sticky, matted clumps of hair.
Hermione’s big brown eyes peered gratefully into Harriet’s when she had finished, then Hermione returned the favour, cleaning the Hufflepuff semen from Harriet’s face and hair.
In the end though, the cleaning wasn’t just to make each other feel better - it was the only way to get at least one full meal a day which wasn’t caked on crusty leftovers of cum from breakfast which they wore on their faces and hair throughout the day until after classes had finished during the week.
~o0o~
As always, Friday morning began with trepidation, facing a double period of Potions with Snape, and Scabbers was apparently determined to give Hermione even more reason to be anxious, wriggling inside her and biting her clitoris all the way to the dungeons. Harriet had to half carry Hermione to make sure they got to class on time, and they were still the last ones in.
“Tut, tut,” said Snape quietly to the sniggers of all the male first years, a thin smirk on his lips, “late again are we? It seems that I will once again have to impress upon you the consequences of your tardiness.”
Trembling, the two naked girls took their customary submissive positions reserved for Snape’s lessons at the front of the class, legs spread widely, hands behind their heads, wondering what tortures Snape had in store for them this week. Hermione in particular was shaking badly, struggling to hold her position as Scabbers head was still poking out through her pussy lips and nipping at her nubbin.
Professor Snape proceeded to begin with his usual inspection, groping their breasts, tugging painfully on their nipples, probing Harriet’s vagina with his fingers. He tut tutted again and shook his head disdainfully when he inspected the squirming and squeaking Hermione who had to continually find her footing to keep from collapsing.
“Unable to hold your position and your tongue, eh, Miss Granger?” he hissed sadistically, “On top of your tardiness? ... Your incorrigible behaviour has certainly earned the punishment I have been keeping in store for just such an occasion.”
Hermione whimpered at Snape’s pronouncement knowing he had something particularly horrible planned for her.
Snape waved his wand, conjuring up two slightly odd looking benches with a pillory at one end and shackles at the base of the legs at the other end. Harriet grit her teeth.
“You both know what to do,” said Snape coldly. “It was quite unfair of you both not to allow the first years the opportunity to witness your playtime in the forest with the trolls, so I felt a little demonstration of sorts was in order.”
Hermione and Harriet both followed instructions as Snape directed them to lie face down on the short wooden benches. The edge nearest the pillories came to an end at the bottom of their rib-cages. A metal bar in the centre of that edge projected a bit further, attached to the wooden pillory which stood on its own two legs with stabilisers at the base.
Once their heads and hands were locked in the pillories, it was more than apparent to Harriet and Hermione that the odd design was to allow their little boobs to dangle freely, making them easily gropable. The other end of the bench was wider than the front, having the effect of stretching their legs apart widely once their ankles were shackled into place.
The benches were arranged face to face; Harriet and Hermione shared an apprehensive look before Harriet’s view was blocked by Goyle’s crotch at Snape’s direction.
Then Harriet felt Snape’s cold calloused hands on her bum and heard him call out, “Weasley, Draco, do with Granger as you please.”
Harriet heard Snape unzip his trousers and knew he was going to rape her as he had Hermione. Goyle unzipped himself too, his cock - which looked much larger than usual - bobbing in front of Harriet’s face. Harriet felt a tingling sensation ripple through her from head to toe and knew that Snape had just cast a spell on her.
“You can thank the headmaster for that, Potter!” Snape spat, sounding angry. “It’s the same spell he cast on Granger to prevent any damage. ... Still, I can promise you will feel this, every last inch of it, and that you will never forget this moment!”
Harriet began to panic, wondering what he meant.
“Open your mouth Potter,” Goyle grunted.
Harriet complied, her eyes widening. In most respects, taking Goyle’s penis in her throat was hardly new to her after these past weeks. On the other hand, it was now easily as large as Hagrid’s, clearly enhanced by magic. In that moment Harriet knew that Snape’s cock was surely larger too, and the idea of being fucked by a Hagrid sized penis was already making her clench up.
Harriet braced herself to be taken at both ends simultaneously. Goyle stuffed the head of his cock in her mouth, then plunged the entirety of his Hagrid sized erection into her humid throat with a single shove. Her face squashed into Goyle’s crotch, Harriet gagged around the thick fleshy shaft. Goyle held his position, apparently waiting for Snape’s go ahead to continue.
Harriet waited expectantly, feeling Snape squeeze her bum a few times more, then groping her pussy again. Then Snape burst into action. Harriet’s shriek was muffled by the enormous penis lodged in her throat when she felt Snape’s monstrosity invading her other other hole without warning.
The puckered ring of Harriet’s sphincter gave way to Snape’s raging beast as he buried his full length inside her with one savage thrust. Harriet’s eyes rolled back, feeling Snape’s cock deeper in her bowels than should be possible, stretching her anus as wide as any adult Burrowing Carrot.
Her chest heaving rapidly, unused to the sensation of a male member inside her rear entrance, Harriet felt Snape looming over her back and his hands reaching around to roughly clutch her little titties.
“Like that Potter?” Snape hissed as he thrust again, wrenching a muffled squeal from her throat. “You probably couldn’t wait to be buggered like a schoolboy when you came to Hogwarts, could you? Well now you’ll get your chance to feel what it’s like with a real man inside you, instead of your fellow first years.”

Snape nodded at Goyle, and then they both began to fuck Harriet in earnest, ravaging her throat and her rectum all at once. Her little body rocked from being pummeled at both ends, both of her warm, wet sheaths heating up from the burning friction as Snape and Goyle picked up speed.
Sawing in and out, again and again relentlessly, Snape drove his gargantuan shaft into Harriet’s tight arse as far as it could go, hammering her innards with every violent thrust while he mercilessly mauled her breasts. Gripping her hair painfully, Goyle pumped his organ into Harriet’s tight throat with just as much vigor.
Lost in a blurry haze, barely able to string two thoughts together under the brutal double assault, Harriet could only just register Snape’s voice.
“You should be thanking me Potter!” the cold voice hissed. “This is just practice for the Shokushu when it arrives next weekend.”
Harriet wasn’t going to cry! She wasn’t going to give Snape the satisfaction! But she now a very good idea how Hermione had felt being raped by two adolescent trolls at the same time, and wondered how she was getting on...
~o0o~
“You can have her bunghole, Weasley,” Draco drawled magnanimously. “I don’t want my balls anywhere near that rat of yours.”
“Fair enough, Malfoy,” said Ron, grinning. “Between you and Scabbers and me, we’ll show Granger what it’s like to have all three holes plugged at once.”
Hermione tried not to cry again. She didn’t want to give either Ron or Draco the satisfaction of seeing her tears.
But she lost the battle when the knob of Draco’s penis entered her mouth, slid over her wet tongue, and then plummeted into her throat, all at the same time as Ron penetrated her anus, burying his meaty shaft to the roots in her back-door while the fat rat inside her vagina squirmed and wriggled, nipping at her inner-walls...
~o0o~
Harriet felt her bottom cheeks flattened by Snape’s loins when he drove his cock into her bum-hole one final time and stiffened, still gripping her boobs tightly. His penis jerked, spurting inside her, his boiling seed flooding Harriet’s rear-channel.
Harriet felt her rectum expanding as Snape continued ejaculating; and then Goyle burst, unleashing a torrent of semen into her throat. Not content with making Harriet swallow his sticky spunk, Goyle pulled wetly from between her lips and squirted load after load of sperm all over her face.
As Snape’s deflating cock retreated from her anus with a sickeningly squelchy sound, Harriet had a fleeting hope that it was over, but she knew better. One after the other, every boy in class took at least two turns with Harriet, first spewing their cum inside her arsehole, and then directly shoving their smeared penises - fresh from her rectum - into her mouth, following up with a spray of jizz to her face and hair.
In between each boy, dazed as she was, Harriet was puzzled to see that after Malfoy and Weasley had finished with Hermione, nobody else was having their way with her. Apparently the attention of the male population of the class was almost entirely focused on Harriet. Hermione’s eyes looked almost apologetic to see Harriet bearing the brunt of the savage assaults.
When the class was finished with Harriet, every boy had cum in or on Harriet at least twice... and she was fairly certain that several had come back for thirds.
She felt utterly wrecked, slumping in the pillory, rivulets of cum oozing from her face and hair. Harriet’s entire face was coated with a thick, gooey film of sperm, seeping through her tightly shut eyelids and stinging her eyes; her anus was gaping, flinching as it very slowly began to shrink.
Harriet heard what sounded like a very full, sloshing bucket behind her, and then felt hands on her inner thighs as it was placed on the floor between her legs. A river of semen gushed from her sore, aching bottom hole, and she heard it plopping and splashing into whatever liquid was in the bucket. The thought occurred to her that this whole horrid ordeal might in part be in the aid of some weird, disgusting potion.
Eventually Harriet’s burning sphincter returned to normal size, a barely visible pinhole in the centre of a scarlet, swollen anal ring, trapping what still felt like several quarts of cum inside her rectum.
Blinded, both sets of eyelids glued together by semen, Harriet was forced to listen to make any sense of what was happening next. The sound of chattering and numerous footsteps passed by Harriet’s head, and it seemed they came to a stop somewhere in Hermione’s general vicinity, and then there was the sound of a slopping tin bucket being set on the stone floor of the dungeon.
~o0o~
Hermione bit her lip, sorrowfully eyeing Harriet’s worn out features, barely visible under an opaque mask of viscous, sticky greyish goop, some dangling strands slowly oozing from Harriet’s lips and chin.
Hermione’s own sphincter was still feeling a bit sore after having it plundered by Ron, and she couldn’t really forget the three or four times that the trolls had missed her vagina and pegged her bottom-hole instead; but that was surely nothing compared to being buggered in the arse by nine boys and Snape, some of them going back for seconds, in such a short period of time.
Hermione was entirely perplexed though. Snape had promised that her punishment would be doubly worse, and yet she had been barely touched in comparison to Harriet.
But when Snape and the Gryffindor and Slytherin boys seemed to have finished with Harriet and turned their attention her, Hermione gulped, nervously eyeing the large, heavy tin bucket which Crabbe and Goyle were bringing towards her, grinning evilly.
They set the bucket down in front of Hermione while Snape lifted the top rack of the pillory away from her neck and wrists and the shackles attached to her ankles magically released. Crabbe and Goyle roughly manhandled Hermione, each grabbing a breast with one hand and a thigh with the other as they hauled her from the wooden bench and threw her on the cold stone floor.
With a wave of Snape's wand, the wooden bench and pillory vanished. Then, smirking, Snape reached into his robes for a pair of steel handcuffs.
“Hands behind your back, Granger,” he said, his soft voice belying the cruelty in his dark, glittering eyes. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Kneeling now and trembling, surrounded by the looming boys and Snape, Hermione complied. Scabbers poked his head out of Hermione’s vagina for a look, then stuck two little paws out and clutched her pussy lips to haul himself out a bit further for a proper viewing when Snape cuffed Hermione’s wrists together.
“A little closer to the bucket, Granger,” said Snape.
Hermione shakily shuffled forward, her knees scuffing on the rough stone beneath them. She peered down into the ten gallon bucket, her nose wrinkling at the stench. Great glutinous globs of what could only be semen, a good portion of it from Harriet’s rectum no doubt, swam in a vat of cold urine.
“A potion just for you, Granger, or for Potter, whomever I deemed to deserve it more,” Snape sneered, leering into her face, “brewed over the last seven days. Oh, I know you’re used to drinking your own pee, with the occasional addition of Mr Malfoy’s and Crabbe’s and Goyle’s...
“...but you see, this is a special concoction - recycling not just the golden waters of your fellow classmates, but of a number of students from my other classes, many of them also providing samples of the nutritional protein elixir which you already consume on a regular basis. ... Not to mention, of course, the creamy essence kindly supplied by the strapping young lads you see before you - blended and well marinated in Potter’s behind.
“Oh... and lest I forget, there is more besides, Granger! Professor Dumbledore, Kettleburn and myself have also added our own select fluids into the mix. And at the headmaster’s insistence, Fang and Fluffy both provided their urine and sperm samples... and finally, a number of Centaurs friendly to the headmaster were also quite delighted to donate their own semen and thirst-sating fluids.
“Thus, I believe you will find this particular... potion, to be quite invigorating and flavourful. Breathe in deeply Granger - smell that rich bouquet before you partake.”
Hermione, shaking badly now, whimpered when Snape grasped the back of her bushy head and shoved it closer to the bucket. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Hermione could offer no resistance, even if the Compulsion Collar weren’t forcing her to comply.
“P-p-please... n-no!” she mewled plaintively. “P-p-please...”
“How ungrateful,” said Snape coldly as he removed his robes and tugged a pair of long, black rubber gloves over his hands which reached all the way up his forearms and over his biceps. “I offered you a chance to avoid the punishment I promised you. But your ingratitude has made that impossible now.”
“Open your mouth, Granger - wide,” he commanded as she sobbed, her tears dripping into the horrifying concoction. “You WILL drink - every last drop!”
Hermione’s jaw opened, compelled as she was to obey. The next thing she knew, her entire head was forcefully plunged into the revolting, putrid mixture with an almighty splash.
Hermione gurgled, the fetid fluids swirling around her head and into her open mouth, her hair swimming in the solution, her eyes squeezed shut. With an iron grip, Snape held her head under the churning surface as her body jerked and writhed.
Desperately struggling not to inhale, Hermione began slurping down the vile liquid, trying not to think about what or whom the urine steeped slimy blobs of semen slipping down her throat had come from. But being who she was, Hermione failed miserably - wondering if she could distinguish between the globules of human, canine, and equine sperm as it slid over her tongue along with the thoroughly mixed pee from all three species.
Just as Hermione thought that she might drown if Snape held her under any longer, he painfully yanked her head out of the bucket by her hair. Hermione gasped for air, coughing and sputtering, face and hair dripping.
Snape barely gave Hermione a few seconds to catch her breath before he forced her head under again, this time holding her down for longer while he listened to her gagging and gulping. He wrenched her head out again after forty five seconds passed.
Hermione choked and spat, drooling - and again he violently submerged her head in the piss, semen concoction, this time for nearly a full minute. Again and again Snape plunged her head into the bucket - Hermione guzzled as much as she could, her chest heaving, heart racing as he held her down longer each time, testing her limits.
It eventually seemed that Snape had determined the ideal length of time for Hermione to hold her breath was about a minute and a half while drinking down the nauseating “potion.” Slowly the surface of the grotesque cocktail in the ten gallon bucket began to grow lower.
Hermione felt like her stomach would burst after having her head dunked for the thirteenth time - if she didn’t just throw it right back up into the bucket - Hermione was sure she had drunk a gallon already.
But Snape kept going, and it became apparent to Hermione that he was counting on the Stretchy-Impervius spell which Dumbledore had cast on her to make her drink it all. As far as that rotten bastard was apparently concerned, her stomach would expand to accommodate the lot of it.
And unfortunately Snape was right! After another forty minutes and another twenty head dunkings, the ten gallon bucket was half-full, and Hermione’s belly was swelling. The only good thing as the ghastly elixir got lower and lower in the bucket, was that Snape could no longer submerge her entire head.
At that point the only difficulty was reaching the bottom, but Crabbe kindly offered his services to gradually tip the bucket to make it easier for her, sniggering the entire time. The gruesome task became increasingly arduous though and drinking down the last two gallons took an excruciatingly long time.
It was nearly noon when Hermione was licking the last drops from the bottom of the bucket. Snape finally let go of the bruised back of Hermione’s neck, and the urine and semen streamed down her torso from her drenched head, her once bushy hair plastered to her skull.
Hermione nearly heaved several times as she sat on her knees, hands still cuffed behind her back, nearly ten gallons of cum and piss sloshing around in her extremely distended belly.
Snape peered at her for a moment, than cast a spell on her to help her keep it all down. It wasn’t pity that Hermione saw in his eyes through the blur of her dripping eyelashes - she knew he would just as soon make her drink it all up again if she vomited - it was cruelty and practicality; Snape had had his fun, and it was just as fun to him to make her keep it all down, and he didn’t want to spend any more time on it.
“Crabbe, Goyle,” Snape snapped, “haul these two back to their cage - the headmaster has given them the rest of the day off.
Crabbe grunted as he lifted Hermione by the armpits and dragged her up from the dungeons. Goyle flung the much lighter Harriet over his shoulder and carried her up, finger-fucking her pussy the entire way.
They cage door opened magically when they arrived in the Great Hall just as it started filling with students for lunch. Crabbe heaved Hermione into the cage; Hermione’s chain magically unfurled and attached itself to her collar and her spreader bar magically shackled itself to her ankles. Hermione’s wrists were still cuffed behind her back.
Goyle flung Harriet into the cage where her own chain, wrist shackles, and spreader bar magically attached themselves to her. Crabbe and Goyle stood there for a moment sniggering at the pair of distressed girls.

Still blinded by sperm covered eyelids, Harriet sat slumped at the back off the cage, legs splayed, her thick cum mask and semen covered hair congealing.

Hermione sat beside her miserably, hiccuping, her massively bloated belly gurgling, her entire urine soaked head and torso still dripping and splattered with goopy blobs of spunk, some still drooling from her mouth. She only barely caught Lavender and Parvati running by and over to the Ravenclaw table, both of them crying their eyes out.
Padma and a group of Ravenclaw girls huddled around Parvati and Lavender and began whispering, with the occasional sympathetic glance at Hermione and Harriet. Then they all grabbed platefuls of lunch and presumably took them outside to eat where they could chat more openly.
An hour later, as lunch was drawing to a finish, a loud boom coming from the dungeons rocked the castle. There was some shouting and scurrying as students and staff rushed to see what was happening. A perplexed Dumbledore waded through the crowd, making his way to the dungeons...
~o0o~
Snape groaned, spitting feces out of his mouth, barely able to move, covered in toilet water and great, heaping piles of shit, bleeding from countless wounds where shards of shattered porcelain shrapnel had pierced his skin. He tried moving his legs and screamed in agony - a number of his bones had apparently been broken by the blast as well.
Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Madam Pomfrey all burst into Snape’s private bathroom. Fecal matter splattered every wall, and a large turd fell from the ceiling when the door banged open, falling on Snape’s head with a loud “Plop!”
“Good Heavens!” gasped McGonagall, her eyes boggling at the sight of Professor Snape half-buried under a slimy, cold mountain of excrement. “What on earth...?”
“Toilet... exploded... regurgitated...” Snape managed to utter through heaving wracks of pain.
Pomfrey couldn’t help a satisfied smirk creeping to her lips. After what Snape had just done to Potter and Granger, with full approval of the headmaster no less, she thought Snape’s punishment was very well-deserved...
~o0o~
The buzzing crowd of students in the Great Hall parted and made way for Dumbledore when he returned from the dungeons after twenty minutes had passed. Dumbledore cleared his throat and called for everyone’s attention.
“To all students, classes have been canceled for the rest of the day...”
Cheering interrupted the headmaster and he waited for it to die down before continuing, his eyes twinkling.
“While I can certainly understand your delight at this news, I am afraid that it is due to some grave circumstances. Professor Snape was seriously injured in a rather extreme, er... plumbing accident! And all Potions classes have been canceled for the next two weeks...”
Dumbledore paused for a moment, his eyes still twinkling, to see who would be brave enough to applaud that bit of news, as roundly disliked as Professor Snape was by most non-Slytherins - other than the first year Gryffindor boys who had become rather enamoured of the Potions Master as of late.
But there was only uncomfortable shuffling from the students, who looked as if they dearly wanted to burst into a standing ovation but were afraid to. In particular, Lavender Brown, Miss Patil, and a group of Ravenclaw girls looked exceedingly pleased.
“...In any case,” Dumbledore went on, trying to maintain a straight face, “under the current circumstances, I must please ask all students to refrain from using the bathrooms for the next few hours while the plumbing is being checked. If you simply cannot hold it, Professors Flitwick and McGonagall are conjuring out-houses on the front lawn as we speak.”
As the students began milling aimlessly, chatting to each other about the headmaster’s report, Dumbledore briefly glanced at the two naked girls shackled in the cage at that far end of the hall, a slightly mystified expression on his face. Then he raised his bushy white eyebrows and shook his head.
~o0o~
Sirius Black collapsed on the rocky shores of the northernmost reaches of the Scottish Headlands, gasping, his chest heaving, muscles burning after having rowed for miles from one of the Orkney Islands. The trip had taken a lot out of Back in his weakened state, but he’d managed it, driven by his rage and his grief.
As the bitter wind blew in from the North Sea and waves crashed against the craggy shoreline, the icy sprinkle of rain felt invigorating and Black slowly began to recover, amazed that he had made it this far.
Dropping the weight had gone much quicker than he had thought possible, and he had slipped through the bars in his canine form during the night and swam for it as he had planned. And fortune had been with him to have come across a small island with a trawler anchored nearby. Black had stolen one of the little lifeboats from the trawler and paddled the rest of the way to the mainland.
As he began to contemplate his next move, Black thought carefully. If it was just to be a straight-up assassination attempt, he would have just thrown caution to the wind and would be marching towards Hogwarts at this very moment. But this was also a rescue operation, and Black knew that he’d need help.
There was only one whom Black could even consider, but Black would have to convince him first that he was not the traitor that most believed him to be. Black retrieved the sodden, torn newspaper from his pocket and sighed - a wand had to be his first priority. A Reparo Charm would restore the paper to pristine condition, and then Black would have all the proof he needed to convince Remus Lupin to join his Crusade to rescue James and Lily Potter’s son...
...daughter, goddamn it! Sirius was really going to have to work on getting used to that!
AN:
@ ClaireR89: Lol! :D ...Well, Harriet and Hermione both get it pretty bad in this chapter! ... And yeah--I can't wait to write Scabbers' death scene! Haha! :D
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