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The Head Girl of Gryffindor	By : Mita Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 73901 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any profit from the writing of this story. I do not condone or exhibit the behaviour exhibited by characters in this fiction: this is harmless fantasy.

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The Hogwarts Express

Hermione glanced nervously around her as she walked down the platform at King’s Cross. Pulling her trunk behind her, she vainly tried to pull her new cloak tighter around her, but it was useless. If anyone looked her way, they would see the outline of her near-naked form beneath the thin crimson fabric of the close-fitting robe she wore, yet no one seemed to even glance in her direction. Although she had her suspicions (perhaps a subtle notice-me-not charm?), she felt only gratitude.
Shortly, she stood before the barrier. She stopped to collect her nerve, then walked briskly through the immaterial brick wall, and emerged onto the bustling platform of the Hogwart’s Express. She kept her head down as she quickly walked to the nearest car and boarded the train. She chose the first empty compartment and lifted her trunk onto the rack above the seats, wincing and holding in a groan as the movement stretched her pinched nipples.
After securing her belongings, she gingerly sat down near the window, unable to keep the soft moan from passing her lips as the plug was driven softly into her, rubbing against her taught sphincter. She adjusted her position to relieve the pressure as much as possible, then removed a book from her bag and set in to read for the length of the journey.
Only minutes later, the compartment door slid open and Hermione turned her head to see who had entered. She felt her stomach drop and her face drain of colour as Harry and Ron hurriedly pushed in through the door to avoid the heavy traffic in the car corridor. She tugged her cloak tighter around herself.
“Hello, Hermione,” said Ron with a strained smile. His prefect badge was glittering on his cloak, which looked new, and was worn in the same manner as hers. “Good summer?”
Her eyes quickly took in what the boys were wearing. They were both sporting new black cloaks like hers over heavy robes. Their waists were cinched with leather belts featuring a repeating Gryffindor lion motif. However, unlike Harry’s black robes, Ron’s robes were crimson, and he also sported a brown leather mantle similar in style to hers, save it was not made of gold. His prefect’s badge glittered against the red fabric. Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“You’ve also received new uniforms?” she asked. “Where did you get them?”
Ron answered as Harry stowed their luggage. “I got an extra letter with my prefect’s badge this year, it said the school would be paying for new uniforms for all the prefects, aren’t they wicked?” He threw his arms open and did a small turn.
“You too, Harry?”
“I didn’t get an extra letter like Ron, but the regular letter said we were supposed to purchase new uniforms this year. I wasn’t very clear on why, but it did mention the new Headmaster and something about the Board of Governors.” He looked at her, and seemed to notice her uniform for the first time. Hermione flushed and averted her eyes.
Ron opened his mouth first. “Blimey, Hermione, you look sharp! You’re all gold. I can’t believe the school paid for that, it must have cost them a fortune.”
Harry nodded. “You look really nice, Hermione, the red suits you.” He looked down at his own plain black robes. “I guess being Head Girl has its privileges.”
“Where did you get them?” Hermione asked, carefully positioning her book over her lap, in case they should notice the glint of gold at her pussy.
“Madam Malkin’s, as usual. She seemed happy about all the new customers, but she didn’t know why we were getting new uniforms either. Just said that the Headmaster has ordered them, and that prefect’s new things were to be charged to the school.” Ron brushed imaginary dust off his robes as he spoke.
Harry sat next to her, and Ron took the other seat for himself. Hermione tried not to move or attract attention to herself, but neither boy seemed to notice her obviously erect nipples shining through her red robes, unhidden by her cloak. Gathering her courage, she decided to test her theory, and turned slightly to face the boys, her straight back thrusting her chest out in their direction.
“Did you both have a good summer? Mine was rather regular, apart from yesterday.” She watched their faces closely as they looked at her. While they recounted the events of the past couple months, neither boy’s eyes moved from her face. She risked pushing aside her cloak and revealing the full swell of her breasts, and apart from a brief glance from Ron, neither seemed to notice her straining nipples or the bar that bound them together, poking through her robes.
Hermione now felt sure that some part of her new uniform was enchanted with a notice-me-not charm. There was no other explanation for why no-one had seemed to notice or comment on the obvious lewdness of her outfit. As her nerves settled and colour returned to her face, she felt comfortable enough to return their conversation, and began to tell them about her summer trip with her parents.
Not long after, the train whistle blew loudly, and the engine began to propel the them forward. Hermione soon returned to her book, while the boys began a game of exploding snap. Every now and then, the train would rumble roughly over the track and shift the plug in her ass, and though she managed to contain her moans, she was beginning to feel increasingly aroused. Several hours into the trip, and she felt a twinge in her stomach. “Did either of you bring anything to eat?” She asked.
Without breaking his concentration, Ron reached over into his bag, withdrew half a sandwich, and offered it to her. “Thanks.”
Hermione unwrapped the lumpy parcel and took a small bite. Eyes widening, she nearly spit it out, but managed to swallow before spewing all over the boys’ game. Carefully she re-wrapped the remainder and tucked it into her bag. Her stomach twinged again, and she felt hungrier than before. Suddenly she recalled Master Vixenwor’s words from the day before, and knew she would not find relief from any food. She wrapped her arms around her stomach soothingly, contemplating her options. Refusing to think about asking either of the boys before her for help, she quietly excused herself to the loo. Neither boy looked up from their game.
She walked down the empty corridor, and reached the car with the loo. Before she could reach for the door, she heard a voice call out behind her.
“Look who it is. The Head Mudblood.”
Hermione felt a rush of anger and whirled around to face Malfoy. He was shadowed by his usual followers —Crabbe and Goyle— and was eyeing her with a malicious smirk. All three were clad in new robes and shortened cloaks, with black leather belts carved with coiled serpents. Draco’s robes were deep green, and the other two wore plain black.
“Call me that again, and you’ll spend the rest of the train ride with a broken nose, Draco,” she threatened, widening her stance.
Malfoy laughed, and his goons chucked along. “Is that so?” He sneered at her, and ran his eyes up and down her form. Momentarily forgetting the notice-me-not charm on her clothing, Hermione flushed and tugged her cloak around herself, lowering her eyes nervously. Malfoy sniggered. “I’ve been informed by my father that there will be some interesting changes at Hogwarts this year, and I see he was right. Nice uniform, Granger. Really suits you. Although… it doesn’t seem quite adequate. Aren’t you cold”?
Hermione’s head shot up, and she looked at his face. His mouth was twisted in a cruel smirk, and his eyes were glued to her chest. She felt her stomach twist and her arms flew up to cross over her breasts. The motion rubbed her nipples and she gasped.
Draco sniggered. “Oh yes, I can see through the little charm. I’ve been granted certain privileges due to my father being on the Board. And of course, because I’m Head Boy.” He gestured to the shining silver pin on his robes, as though to prove his words. “I also know what the Headmaster has planned for you, you filthy Mudblood slut.”
“Keep your voice down Malfoy! And don’t call me that!” Hermione slowly backed away from the boys, but they advanced towards her.
“I don’t think so, whore. I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.” He gestured with his arm, and the two larger boys strode over to her and grasped her arms. Hermione struggled against her bindings to reach her wand, but they quickly tugged her arms behind her back and touched her wrists together. Instantly she felt the metal cuffs snap together as though magnetized, and they released her with a shove.
“Useful, that,” said Malfoy. “Get her in there.” He pointed to the boys’ loo, and the two hoisted her by the arms and into the small compartment. Malfoy closed the door behind them and withdrew his wand. Hermione panicked and opened her mouth to scream.
“Silencio aurum,” he said loudly, pointing the wand at her face. Hermione felt a strange tugging sensation on her tongue. Her scream never came, and she could make no other sound.
“That’s better, you always did talk too much. I like you better this way.” He eyed body once again. “Let’s take a look at what my father paid for.”
One of the boys behind her reached over her shoulder and unbuckled her cloak, then her belt. They fell to the ground around her. Next, her robes were lifted over her head and left to dangle behind her back, tangled on her bound arms. The other boy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, forcing her back into a painful arch.
Malfoy perused her exposed body with obvious glee, and reached out to pinch her golden nipples. She moaned silently, despite her fear and apprehension. His hand moved down her stomach until it reached her clit ring, and he tugged fiercely at it, eliciting a silent gasp. He laughed again. “I’d say you looked beautiful, slut, but you’re just a Mudblood whore, dressed up for serving your betters. This is how you were always meant to look. I bet you’ll look even better with your mouth around my prick.”
The hands behind her pushed her roughly to the floor. With her thighs bound together and her arms behind her back, she couldn’t balance well and nearly toppled over, but a hand holding her hair kept her upright.
“I know you want this, slut. I bet if I removed the silencing spell, you’d be moaning and begging for me to stuff your face full of cock.” He grasped his robes and pulled the fabric aside, revealing his naked flesh: he wore no undergarments beneath his robes; only a delicate golden ring circled the base of his shaft.
He grabbed his semi-erect cock and began to stroke it, stepping closer to rub it on her face. Although she still felt a frisson of fear, the sight of his cock sent a jolt of pleasure though her, and she closed her eyes at the feeling.
“Don’t look away from me Mudblood. I command you open your eyes and look at me until I’ve finished with you.” Malfoy’s voice was tinged with amusement and lust.
Hermione felt a shock go down her spine at the command, and her amber eyes shot open to look into his pale grey ones. “Open your mouth.” She let her jaw go slack, and he thumped his cock against her parted lips.
“Good Mudblood. You’re a slut, and your only purpose is to serve your betters, understand?” Hermione felt herself nodding and whimpered in need.
He stroked himself until he was fully hard, then placed his tip at her mouth. “Suck, and don’t you dare close your eyes.” She closed her lips around the head of his cock, and sucked gently until he sighed, her eyes never leaving his. He reached behind her head and grabbed her hair from the other boy who had been holding it, and forcefully slammed his entire length into her mouth with a deep groan. Her eyes shot wider, and she started to massage his shaft with her tongue and swallow around his tip.
“Unhhh, bloody perfect. Should have guessed you’d read up on this too.” He pulled out and pushed back in just as hard as the first time, before settling into a slow, yet forceful rhythm. Hermione worked her modified throat muscles whenever he penetrated deep enough, and wrapped her pierced tongue around him when he pulled back. His groans were constant, and his grip on her hair became more painful as he thrusted.
Behind her, the two boys move to stand nearer to her, and she felt the hard outlines of their cocks against her shoulders. She moaned deep in her throat, and though no sound escaped, Malfoy let of a sigh of appreciation, throwing his head back. Her watering eyes remained on his face.
One, two, three more thrusts and he whipped his head down to look into her eyes as he mashed her nose into his pubic bone, shooting a pulsing load into her throat. Hermione silently moaned in satisfaction and felt a warm glow suffuse her entire body. He kept her still until his cock ceased twitching, then pulled out slightly. “Clean me, slut. Then you’ll be servicing Vincent and Gregory.”
She carefully used her tongue to clean any remnants of semen from his shaft, paying special attention to the creases behind the head, then released him from her mouth. He wiped the saliva off on her cheek, then released his robe, which fell back into place.
“Stand her up, I want to see what they did to her back end.” She was forcefully pulled up by the arms, turned around bent over at the hips, jerking her nipples. Her eyes followed Draco’s face until her head was pushed around, and she felt a sharp pain in her clit once she could no longer see him, causing her to gasp in dismay. However her face was now level with two hard, dripping cocks, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her nipples were burning and her clit felt swollen and painful, and she longed to pinch and stroke them. Following Draco’s commands had left her unfulfilled and burning with need.
She felt a her tangled robe being pulled aside to reveal her ass for Malfoy’s perusal. He whistled lowly as he eyed the golden cradle splitting her cheeks and the obvious gape caused by the large insertion. “Father says this is supposed to let you use magic only if you regularly consume the seed of your betters, and to keep you from whoring about like the common slut you undoubtedly are.” He reached his hand between her thighs, and tugged at her clit ring roughly, before sliding his hand along the cradle and pushing firmly on the protrusion. Hermione gaped and squirmed into his hand.
He laughed loudly. “See that, Goyle? She really is a Mudblood cumslut. I bet without this she’d be rutting against me like an animal by now.” He pushed at it again and again, and Hermione panted and stared at the cocks in front of her, still unable to close her eyes.
“Better give her what she wants. Just do it quick, I need to piss.”
At his word, the cock to her left was immediately presented to her mouth, and she gladly sucked it in, sighing loudly with pleasure. Goyle was quick to finish after witnessing her previous blowjob, and he shot down her throat after only a minute. Crabbe pushed him aside and was inside her mouth before she could even finish swallowing properly, and he came just as quickly, leaving a dribble of spunk at the corner of her mouth as he pulled put. He wiped his cock on her face and tucked himself away.
“You know, I have an idea, Mudblood.” Malfoy walked around to stand before her. She whipped her eyes up to look up at him again, teary streaks trailing down her cheeks. The pain in her clit turned to pleasure and her mouth fell open in ecstasy. “Open wide, cumslut.” She stretched her jaw wider, and her hazy mind raced. He revealed his placid cock once more and inserted it into her waiting mouth, pushing as far down as he could. “I command you to swallow it all, or we’ll leave you here for the next person to find, slut.”
Understanding pierced through her foggy mind and her brow shot up in shock as he began to empty his bladder into her mouth. She felt the acrid liquid pass her tongue and slide down her throat. Instead of the horror and humiliation she should have felt, she felt nothing but the hot satisfaction of following the orders of her betters, and she swallowed every drop of his hot stream.
He sighed quietly in relief, then pulled away and once again wiped his cock on her face. “Much better, that felt great. What a good little slut, you’ve done well Mudblood.” Hermione smiled at him and felt a shudder of pleasure rush through her.
Malfoy lifted his wand and cancelled the silencing spell before reaching down and unclasping her wrists with a touch. She looked up at him, feeling desperate for release and confused about her reactions, and asked “Please…”
Malfoy smirked. “Please…. what?”
“Please Master. I need…”
“You’ll learn not to speak unless spoken to, slut. And there’s nothing I would do for you anyway, I’m not the Headmaster, and I have no care about your needs. You’re here to serve me, not the other way around.” Hermione shut her mouth, and shivered.
“Get dressed and leave once we go out, slut. And say nothing of this to anyone, or I’ll order you to suck Weasley dry in the Great Hall. See how quickly you keep your reputation after that.” He smirked. Hermione whimpered and nodded obediently.
He turned to leave, followed by the two other boys who didn’t spare her a glance as they left. Before the door shut completely, she heard Malfoy say “Oh… and you can close your eyes now.” Her burning eyes slammed shut, tears bursting forth as she fell to her knees and began to cry and moan in need. She reached up and pinched her nipples until she felt herself on the edge, but she could not bring herself to completion. For a few minutes she sat on the floor of the men’s loo and panted in frustration, before collecting herself.
She stood and replaced her clothing, smoothing her dress and clasping the cloak around her. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed her face was smeared with ejaculate. She used the sink to rinse away the evidence of her encounter, and when she self calm enough, she left the compartment.
When she returned, the boys commented on the length of her absence.
“Oh, I ran into some friends and stayed to chat.” They smiled and returned to their previous conversation.
Hermione looked out the window, once again contemplating her situation, and the unfulfilled ache in her pussy and nipples. She sighed to herself, and took out her book to continue reading for the remainder of the trip.
At least, she thought to herself, I’m not as hungry anymore.
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