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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288818 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Dubious Honours

Dejected and shivering, Hermione and Harriet traipsed through the drafty stone corridors of the castle, both utterly naked under the gaze of numerous giggling students - though it was more accurate to say that Hermione waddled uncomfortably, her legs spread somewhat to accommodate the intruders inhabiting her vagina and rectum. And inhabiting seemed to be the correct word, as they both wriggled and pulsed inside her as if they were alive.
Hermione attempted to hold her arm across her breasts, and cover her privates with her other hand, but the moment she did, her hands flew to the top of her head and her legs widely parted of their own accord, exposing the dildos protruding slightly from her vulva and anus to the eyes of all. There was clearly some sort of compulsion charm on the collars they were wearing to prevent any attempt to cover themselves.
“Hey Granger, or should I call you Receptacle 1025 now?” a familiar voice called out. “You’re a real little slut, ain’tcha? ... gobbling Snape’s knob like you couldn’t get enough.”
Harriet glanced and saw Seamus laughing his arse off. She scowled.
“I never reckoned you for a poof, Potter,” Ron sniggered. “But you sure proved me wrong - sucking off Malfoy like that - sure looked like you were enjoying it. S’pose it just made sense for Snape to turn a fairy like you into a girl.”
Harriet quietly fumed and tried to ignore the heckling of their House-mates. But it was hard as sniggers and chortles followed wherever they went. Hermione kept walking, swinging one leg forward, then the other, as if walking with a spreader bar attached to her ankles. More tears trickled down her cheeks.
“Blimey!” Harriet muttered guiltily as Ron and Seamus trailed behind, ogling their backsides. “I’m sorry Hermione.”
“What are you sorry for?” Hermione squeaked. “It’s not your fault Harry... I mean Harriet.”
Harriet looked a bit green, as if she might throw up again, but she managed to keep it down.
Hermione suddenly felt guilty herself for the slip - Harriet unquestionably still thought of herself as Harry - as a straight boy - and he’d had another boy’s penis in his mouth - he’d swallowed Draco Malfoy’s semen. Hermione couldn’t really imagine how awful Harry/Harriet must feel about that, but she didn’t doubt that it would take much more than a few hours, if not a few weeks or months, for Harriet to really deal with the fact that she was a girl now.
“But it is my fault,” said Harriet. “I got you into this - if I’d known the answers...”
“It wouldn’t have made any difference,” Hermione interjected, sounding slightly hysterical. “You heard Professor Snape - this was going to happen to us on Monday anyway.”
“S’pose you’re right,” Harriet mumbled. Hermione let out a sob as her own predicament reasserted itself in her mind with a vengeance.
“I’m never going to see my parents again,” she cried. “And they won’t even know I’m gone - I don’t even exist as far as they know.”
“And I’ve got to back to the Dursleys,” Harriet moaned, “looking like this!”
“But they’re family, aren’t they?” said Hermione, looking surprised, distracted from her own plight again. “Surely they’ll try to get you out of this.”
“You don’t know the Dursleys,” Harriet growled. “They hate me! This’ll be like Christmas for them! Uncle Vernon and Dudley are probably going to rape me ten times a day.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in horror, and her tears flowed even heavier, crying for Harriet now, though she couldn’t help wondering if it would really be that bad for Harriet. In the back of her mind, Hermione held onto a sliver of hope that if Harriet managed to get out, she could convince her family to help them both escape this nightmare.
Finally they arrived just as transfiguration was about to start. Faces aflame, Hermione and Harriet both took seats in the transfiguration classroom as the other students filed in and gazed upon their nakedness. It was even worse for Hermione. Harriet could at least sit properly. Hermione could barely keep still with her bum perched awkwardly on the chair, her legs still spread wide as the living dildos twisted and flexed inside her.
Professor McGonagall didn’t even bother to hide her smirk when her eyes fell upon the naked and distressed bushy haired girl.
“Hmm... you don’t look very comfortable, Granger,” said McGonagall, her voice almost sounding kind. “Why don’t you come up to the front of the class and assume a more comfortable position.”
Hermione shot Harriet an anguished look as she got up and obeyed McGonagall’s command, not that she would have been able to refuse, compelled as she was by the charmed collar. Professor McGonagall directed Hermione - somehow managing to give her breasts and bum a squeeze in the process - to rest her torso on McGonagall’s desk, legs still spread wide.
Hermione had to grant that it was more comfortable, but now the entire class had a perfect view of her pussy lips and puckered anal ring stretched widely by the dildos penetrating her core. She sniffled quietly for the whole hour as McGonagall conducted class.
Herbology was even worse. Students gathered around Hermione and Harriet as they trotted outside in all their glory, as nude as the day they were born. Coal dark clouds covered the sky, the wind driving the icy rain as it pelted against their skin. Shivering and drenched, Hermione and Harriet entered the greenhouse, grateful at least to be out of the stormy weather.
But that was where the gratitude ended. Harriet eyed Hermione sympathetically at first when Professor Sprout told Hermione to crawl on her hands and knees on the dirt floor of the greenhouse and invited the Hufflepuffs to probe and pinch Hermione’s dildo stretched pussy lips and anus.
Of course the Gryffindors took the opportunity for another go round. Ron especially took great delight in trying to shove the dildos in even deeper, wrenching little shrieks of pain from Hermione.
Then, when everyone had finished “introductions” to Hogwarts’ newest Receptacles, Professor Sprout called Harriet over and told her to lie on her back on one of the wooden tables and to spread her legs widely. Professor Sprout grinned as she pulled two plants out of a ceramic pot by the roots and showed them to the class.
Harriet groaned - the roots looked like enormous knobbly, fat carrots, both about seven inches long, a few inches wide at the top, tapering to a thickness of about an inch with a skinny tendril wiggling at the very tip. They squirmed in Sprout’s hands, squealing from what almost looked like several little mouths around the circumference near the top of the carrots.
“I did have another lesson planned for today, class,” Sprout began, “but this opportunity presented itself for a little demonstration. These are Burrowing Carrots - very easy to grow they are, as they practically plant themselves, burrowing into any hole they can find. That’s why you must be very careful in your handling, lest they burrow into one of your own orifices...”
Harriet knew instinctively what was coming next. Sprout didn’t even bother to wipe the dirt from the enormous orange roots. The class watched in fascination as the two knobbly roots wriggled quickly across the wooden table like lumpy orange lizards or snakes.
Harriet grit her teeth as the first of the gnarled roots poked and prodded the top of her inner thighs and pussy lips with the slender tip, the filament flicking around like a snake’s tongue as it sought out her entrance. When she felt it probing the glistening pink folds of her labia, Harriet let out a hiss.
Bracing herself, Harriet grunted when the Burrowing Carrot finally discovered its mark, trying her best not show her discomfort when it roughly plunged into her narrow passage. She lost the battle and squealed, her lower abdomen flinching, her inner walls stretching tightly around the widening, misshapen root as it burrowed even deeper.
There was no question that the enormous root vegetables were aptly named. The second Burrowing Carrot wasted no time, locating the other aperture between Harriet’s thighs before the first was even halfway inside her. Harriet let out a loud “NGAAAH!” as it penetrated her sphincter and drilled into her rectum.
Harriet writhed and thrashed at the painful invasion of her lower orifices, her chest heaving rapidly as she gasped for breath. After several minutes, both of the Burrowing Carrots seemed well and truly ensconced, but they weren’t quite finished.
She felt the little tendrils from the one buried in her vagina shooting out, penetrating and spreading through a tiny little hole at the end of her channel, and the tendrils of the other crawling deeply into her bowels, as they thoroughly implanted themselves inside her.
The class cheered and clapped when all that was left protruding from Harriet’s overly stretched holes was about half an inch of orange carrot and green leafy bits dangling between her inner thighs.

“Now, these Burrowing Carrots are still the equivalent of teenagers,” the Herbology professor stated, much to Harriet’s shock. “They will continue to grow three inches fatter and seven inches longer until fully matured - about a week from today. But there is no need to fear for Receptacle Number 1026‘s safety.
“As the Burrowing Carrots penetrate her womb and lower colon, her body will stretch to accommodate their growth - the magic of the Burrowing Carrots protect their host. And during that time, they will draw sustenance from her body - consuming nutrients through the secondary roots attached to her inner walls, and the one in Receptacle 1026‘s rectum will have the added bonus of consuming her feces.
“After the Burrowing Carrots have fully matured, they will slither out of their own accord - ready to be chopped up and pickled for use in potions - leaving behind up to a hundred little saplings attached by the umbilica roots. Receptacle 1026‘s womb and lower colon will no doubt be filled to capacity for several weeks, until each sapling grows to roughly three inches in length.
“At that point, Receptacle 1026‘s body will expel the saplings and they will continue their life cycle in the soil, only to be implanted once again in a host to complete their life cycle and seed their young. Indeed this current crop were hosted by a number of Chosen Muggleborns from previous years up until several weeks ago.
“To witness the birthing process is a sight to behold, and we must all be prepared to replant the babies in soil immediately upon birth, or they will die before having a chance to grow until teenage-hood and replanted in a host.”
Hermione heard Harriet let out a groan at that, horrified that the poor girl was being impregnated by the invasive roots. When class was over the two utterly degraded girls were both ordered by Professor Sprout to crawl on their hands and knees through the downpour back to the castle. Unable to refuse, Hermione and Harriet crawled across the soggy lawn and through the stone courtyard.
Hermione knew better than to hope that she and Harriet might be given a respite from their humiliation. Upon reaching the entrance hall of the castle, from her hands and knees Hermione looked up at Dumbledore who was stroking his long silvery beard and watching them both intently with his twinkling blue eyes. She still couldn’t quite believe that the kindly old wizard would have sanctioned such hideous treatment of two young girls, but now there could be no doubt.
“Ah, Miss Granger... and Harry! It’s such a shame that you both forced Professor Snape’s hand with your misbehaviour,” said Dumbledore, sounding regretful and shaking his head. But his cheery demeanor belied his false admonition. “Generally speaking we prefer to introduce the Chosen Muggle-raised to their new station in life in a civilised manner. ...
“It’s Harriet now,” Hermione shot back defensively. “At least have the courtesy to refer to her as the proper sex. How is she supposed to get used to it otherwise?”
Harriet peered at Hermione, anxious and surprised. “Hermione, it’s okay. Just leave it!”
“It’s not alright, Harriet!” said Hermione shrilly. “It’s bad enough that we’ve been enslaved, tormented and raped, but to pretend you’re still a boy is just rubbing salt in your wound.”
“Oh Miss Granger,” Dumbledore sighed, “how wrong you are. Never be afraid to call someone by their given name. I am granting Harry a great kindness by referring to him with his birth name and sex to remind him of who he truly is - a kindness which I am bestowing upon you as well.
“Or would you prefer that I refer to you both with the names bestowed upon those chosen from the ranks of the muggle-raised to provide such a great service to Hogwarts? If you truly wish it, henceforth I shall only refer to you two as Receptacle 1025 and Receptacle 1026. ... It is indeed a great honour to be chosen to be the school Receptacles.
“There were many muggleborns to choose from this year, but you and Receptacle 1026 were truly the most deserving. I must say that I am rather shocked at your ingratitude.
“And I must remind you both that it is imperative for discipline to be maintained for the school to operate in an orderly fashion for the safety of all. Do not think that your illustrious status makes either of you immune from following the rules and the commands of the professors.”
Hermione and Harriet both peered at Dumbledore with looks of incredulity and revulsion, repelled by his deceitful and manipulative justifications.
“In any case, now that classes are finished for the day,” the headmaster went on, ignoring the glares, “I thought that it would be quite gracious of me to show you to your new residence. As some of the school’s most highly valued property, it is only fitting that you should be given a place to call your own.”
Hermione glanced at Harriet, surprised.
“Now, if you would both stand and follow me,” said Dumbledore.
Hermione and Harriet clambered to their feet and trailed behind the headmaster as he led the girls into the Great Hall. Harriet was now waddling even more than Hermione, her lower orifices filled to capacity, the rough green leaves of the carrots chafing her inner thighs.
Hermione’s puzzlement gave way to horrified understanding when she saw the small cell, a boxy lattice of iron bars at the end of the Hall. They were both to be housed in a cage, like animals in a zoo.
It wasn’t very big - perhaps six feet from side to side by four feet from front to back, and six feet tall, just enough room for them to both fit, with just enough space to grant some small freedom of movement. The cage contained a single tin bucket, which Hermione presumed was intended to be their toilet.
The final indignity though were the jangling chains and shackles. It wasn’t enough that they be caged, the five foot chains which attached their collars to the bars across the top of the six foot tall cage meant that they couldn't comfortably lie down without choking themselves.
And the manacles around their ankles were attached to three foot spreader bars, which meant that neither could they close their legs, giving everyone who looked a perfect view of their most intimate parts, which were currently stuffed with dildos and Burrowing Carrots respectively.
Last but not least, their wrists were cuffed above their heads, attached to the steel chains which dangled from the cage’s ceiling and shackled their necks. Standing with the ceiling chains slack, their hands naturally fell into the submissive position behind their heads.
They were well and truly trussed. Miserably chained and shackled in the cage, Hermione and Harriet’s range of movement was severely limited, and they were within reach of the grabby hands of most students.
“Excellent!” Dumbledore beamed, peering down cheerfully through the bars at his two young charges. “I have no doubt that you will both enjoy your delightful new housing arrangement. Most could not even dream of having such magnificent quarters.
“No other residence in the castle has such an exceptional view of the Great Hall, where one can witness the greatest gathering of students as they go about their daily business. ... And here, you are both free to bask in the glory of your elevated status, enjoying the worshipful attentions of the other students.
“Such is not possible hidden away in the obscurity of a dormitory, where you would be overlooked as just one among many, a mere face in the crowd, a person of no import. Truly, only the most Esteemed among us are so deserving of such reverence...”
“You sick bastard!” Harriet hissed through gritted teeth, chains rattling as she lunged towards the bars. “I hate you! I wish I’d never come here! How could you even say that when you’re treating us like dirt? ...like we’re less than nothing to you lot!”
“To be considered the Property of Hogwarts is the highest honour we could bestow upon you,” said Dumbledore, his tone growing chilly as his gaze became more piercing. “Perhaps you would prefer to be languishing in a dungeon cell, being carved up, piece by piece, while still alive over a period of months.
“Professor Snape would no doubt be quite pleased at that outcome. As potions ingredients, fresh human body parts are quite rare, and most valuable...”
“NO!” Hermione shrieked in terror, her eyes turning into saucers. “N...no s...sir,” she continued, her voice trembling. “Th...these accommodations are perfectly acceptable headmaster - r...right Harriet?”
Hermione peered pleadingly at Harriet, tears leaking and trickling down cheeks smudged with dirt from the greenhouse. She hoped beyond all hope that Harriet would calm down, no matter how angry she was about their predicament.
Harriet gulped, taking note of Hermione’s quivering lower lip and trembling figure. She turned her attention back to the headmaster, who was waiting patiently.
“Y...yeah,” stammered Harriet. “Wh...what Hermione said! I’m f...fine right here s...sir.”
“That is very good to hear, Harry.” The headmaster’s gaze grew warmer, his eyes twinkling once more. “You see Harry, as the Boy-Who-Lived, you are far more valuable to me and the wizard world than as potions ingredients. ... Miss Granger on the other hand, is not! I trust you will keep that in mind before indulging in any further outbursts.”
Harriet nodded quickly and fearfully, thinking better of challenging Dumbledore’s continued reference to her as a boy. Hermione was right, Harriet thought to herself, not just about their current situation being preferable to being chopped up into little bits, but about the fact that Harriet should try and get over thinking of herself as a boy.
Harriet was a girl now, and she always would be. The sooner she could accept that, the better. But it was really hard to do when Dumbledore kept calling her Harry and referring to her as a boy.
Seemingly satisfied that everything was all in order, Dumbledore smiled cheerfully and gave Harriet a friendly little wink before striding out of the Great Hall.
The hours ticked away interminably as Hermione and Harriet tried to make themselves as comfortable as possible in the cage. But it was next to impossible, as they couldn’t ignore the constant fondling and molestation by passing students - hands squeezing their budding breasts and firm buttocks - reaching between their legs for a good groping of their genitals - pinching and tugging their nipples.
The Gryffindors were bad enough, especially McLaggen and some of the older males; but the Slytherins were the worst offenders - the most aggressive by far - leaving little bruises wherever their hands and fingers roamed, drawing squeals from their victims, all while sniggering and laughing uproariously. They took great delight in a game of seeing who could wrench the loudest squeals from Hermione and Harriet, until some Ravenclaws told them to knock it off because they couldn’t concentrate on their studies.
After standing for a bit, Hermione and Harriet both sat on the floor, worn from standing with their legs widely spread and holding their hands behind their heads, .
The marble floor was cold against Hermione’s bottom, and the iron bars dug into her back as she leaned up against them, legs sprawled apart. But even though some of her screaming muscles breathed a sigh of relief, there was still little relaxation to be had.
Hermione let out little gasps and squeals at intervals, as the animated dildos inside her continued pumping and squirming, jabbing her with extra ferocity at irregular intervals. Harriet seemed to be suffering similarly from the violent behaviour of the Burrowing Carrots. Every now and then she would arch her back and grit her teeth, letting out little hisses.
Students studying or hanging out with friends in the Great Hall took special delight in those moments.
“Hahaha! Look at those little sluts getting off...”
“Yeah! They can’t get enough...”
“I swear, Hermione,” Harriet whispered, “I’m going to figure out a way to get us out of this, and when I do, I’m going to kill them all!”
At that moment, the nine inch dildo in Hermione’s vagina thrust into her with a particularly savage intensity, hitting her cervix and threatening to push through into her womb. Letting out a little shriek, Hermione couldn’t help but agree wholeheartedly with Harriet’s sentiments.
And so it continued - four hours of captivity and violation while under observation by all comers. After two hours, Hermione’s desperate urge to pee became too great to ignore. She bit her lip, her face heating up when she knew what she had to do. Hermione struggled to clamber to her feet by leveraging herself up, pushing her back up the side of the cage with her feet.
“Sorry,” she squeaked, bumping into Harriet as she ungainly waddled over to the tin bucket.
Face blazing like a furnace, Hermione crouched over the bucket, thighs spread wide. Her vulva twitched, clamping tightly around the thrusting, wriggling dildo, making it difficult to pee in that position. But finally she relaxed enough and the urine began to flow.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to look at the dozens of students who were watching her as the stream of amber liquid spurted from between her pussy lips, but she couldn’t shut out the whistles and catcalls of the spectators.
The hissing and rattling sound of the urine striking the metal of the bucket became a burbling and splashing sound as the bottom of the bucket began to fill. Finally the flow became a trickle, and then drips, and she was finished. Though she was unable to wipe away the inevitable last dribbles which trickled down her inner thighs.
Shamefaced, Hermione manoeuvred her way to the back of the cage to take her seat next to Harriet.
Harriet grit her teeth, desperately having to pee as well. Now that Hermione had gone, she couldn’t hold it any longer either... and for a second time, the students lounging and studying in the Great Hall got a show.
Harriet’s face felt so hot, she reckoned she could fry eggs on it when she began to pee in front of everyone, and even worse, the Burrowing Carrot leaves dangling between her thighs got in the way of the flow. By the time she was finished, the top of her inner thighs were sopping wet, and a trail of drips followed her back to her spot at the back of the cage...
Finally, at seven, it was time for the feast. The Great Hall filled up with students, and those who had yet to see Harriet and Hermione in their “natural habitat” (as the sign on the cage called it) ogled them with great interest. Whispers and giggles pervaded the Hall, all eyes upon the miserable pair.
Professor Snape gave them a particularly nasty smirk as he made his way to the staff table. Hagrid lumbered over towards the cage and grinned at Harriet and Hermione, giving them a thumbs up.
“Well, look at you two... gettin’ on like a house on fire,” he boomed cheerfully. “Nice ter see yeh both settlin’ in at Hogwarts so well. Heard yeh both had a bi’ of a run in with Snape. But ter be honest, he prob’ly did yeh both a kindness introducin’ yeh to our ways a bi’ earlier than usual...”
Harriet couldn’t help herself. “You’re joking right?” she exploded in outrage. “How is this kind? I wish you’d just left me at the Dursleys! At least they just yelled at me and hit me every so often.”

“Now, tha’s not very nice,” said Hagrid, looking a bit disconcerted, “after all I done fer yeh Harry. Bu’ I s’pose it’s ter be expected.” Hagrid shrugged. “I’m forgettin’ yer new to our ways, Harry, an’ I have ter admit, I figured yeh’d be treated like a real wizard instead o’ a muggleborn.
“But Dumbledore always knows wha’ he’s doin’... If he reckons bein’ raised as a muggle is the same as bein’ a muggleborn, he mus’ be right...”
“So you reckon Hermione deserves to be treated like a piece of meat then, just because she’s muggleborn?”said Harriet coldly.
“Well, sure!” Hagrid looked shocked that anyone would think otherwise. “Why not? She oughter be proud to be chosen ter provide such a service to Hogwarts. Not every muggleborn get’s tha’ chance. I ‘spect she got chosen ‘cause she’s yer friend...”
“Don’t make me feel worse than I already do!” said Harriet guiltily, shooting an apologetic look at Hermione.
“I already told you, Harriet, it’s not your fault,” Hermione reassured her.
But Harriet didn’t feel any better when Hagrid said, “Fault implies there’s somethin’ wrong with all o’ this Hermione. Yeh oughter be thankin’ Harry fer gettin’ yeh inter this.”
“Anyway, look at th’ time,” said Hagrid, his eyes catching the clock on the wall. “The Feast is jus’ about ter start. Yeh’ll be in fer a proper feedin’ an’ as Groundskeeper and Keeper o’ the Keys, it’s my job ter make sure yeh don’ go hungry.”
Harriet sighed in resignation. She hadn’t really expected Hagrid to help her and Hermione to get out of this mess, seeing as he thought the world of Dumbledore, but she’d hoped she might be able to get through to him as a friend. It was obvious that Hagrid was clueless about how friendship was supposed to work...

AN: Thanks to David15 for your review! ... :-)
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