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Hermione's Normal Day	By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 15990 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Day 1
- 2-New Normal - Part 1
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It didn’t take long for the bathroom pictures to circulate around the school. If somehow she managed to retain any kind of dignity or standing amongst the student body and faculty, what was all dashed with the flash of a camera. They even managed to charm the pictures to have sound, with Hermione’s refrain of ““I’m a useless fucking mudblood gutter whore!” being uttered over and over wherever the pictures were posted in the halls.

Hermione could do nothing but try and muscle through the humiliation. Naturally the treatment from her peers just got worse and worse, hexes, gropes, insults and slaps coming from any and everywhere. She just kept her head down, and powered through.

What was even worse is that the Professors seemed to take a stance of blindness to her and her treatment. They all simply no longer acknowledged her existence if they could help it, all with the exception of Snape, who seemed to enjoy having her up front to publicly humiliate her further.

With the professors ignoring her, she wasn’t able to answer questions, meaning she wasn't able to earn house points in anyway -

Anyone besides the headmaster.
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1 Week Later

This wasn’t the first time The Headmaster told her to go without underwear for the day. In fact it was the 4th. But all those other times, Hermione at least had the modesty of her skirt to cover her womanhood, and with her walking carefully, no one was the wiser. However that was no longer an option - all of her skirts had been magically altered by other students, shortened to sit halfway on her ass and high thigh. Even if she had any longer ones, by the end of the day it would’ve been altered like the others. So when she handed her underwear to the headmaster that day, no amount of tugging or careful steps would protect her modesty. Her ass and cunt simply would be on display for everyone to see.

Hermione sighed, and accepted her fate that it was going to be a bad day. She left the headmaster's office, and walked normally, well normally as she could given the circumstances. It didn’t take long for her fellow students to notice.

“Sweet Merlin, Granger has her snatch out!” A Ravenclaw boy pointed out, grabbing the attention of everyone in the hall.

“What a shameless whore. Just asking for it.” A Slytherin 4th year said in disgust.

“I figured she’d be shaved.” Said a boy from her own house.

Hermione’s face burned red, but she just kept walking, pretending not to hear their taunts and jeers. Inevitably the stinging hexes came, students didn’t even bother to hide that they were the ones who cast it. Some bolder boys gave her round bottom hard slaps and full on gropes as she passed by, sending her tripping and stumbling. By the time she got to her first class, her ass was red and stinging with hand prints, and her poor pussy had taken several stinging hexes. Since her first class was Defense against the Dark Arts, that was only about to get worse.

Professor Alastor Moody had a very rugged approach to teaching, especially the upperclassmen. He would only spend a short time lecturing before he had the classroom split into groups for what he called “practical lessons”. In actuality they just allowed student to openly duel during class - Hermione hypothesized he was scouting potential future Aurors and students who had an aptitude for the dark arts as well. He had the class split into group of four and allowed them free reign to practice their defensive and offensive magic, only rules being no unforgivables, permanent scars or permanent mental anguish.

Usually Hermione would group up with Harry and Ron, or a few girls from Gryffindor, but they wanted nothing to do with the resident mudslut, so she was left to join the only group that would take her; a group of two Slytherins and a Ravenclaw. They were typically not very kind to her, hexes and being unnecessarily rough, all under the guise of the “lesson”, and given she still never got her wand back, she was essentially at their mercy. But that day, with her barely-there skirt and lack of undergarments, they didn’t even bother with the pretense of dueling. They all simply ganged up on her, groping, pulling, slapping and sending stinging hexes at her bottom half. There was no rule that they had to use their wands in these sessions, so when the Ravenclaw boy had her locked in a full nelson while one Slytherin held one of legs up, and the other roughly rubbed her lower lips with the tips of his fingers, it was all “technically” allowed. Hermione wasn’t even fighting them at this point, knowing it was a losing effort, especially without her wand. She endured the boys as they roughly handled her. Professor Moody just watched with his one eye and shook his head in disgust, muttering to himself about ‘witches these days’. By now, most of the other students weren’t even bothering to practice dueling and were just enjoying the show of Hermione’s degradation.

“I-I don’t see how this helps fight against the dark arts.” Hermione tried to reason, mostly knowing it wouldn’t do her much good but ever holding a sliver of hope. Said hope was dashed when the slytherin playing with her pussy gave it an upward slap, causing her to gasp out in pain and hop on her one foot that was on the ground.

“Shut up, mudblood.” The Slytherin barked. “We’re giving you a valuable lesson. This is what happens when you walk around like rapebait.”

Rapebait. That was a descriptor that was thrown her way often over the last days.

“Yeah.” Agreed the boy who currently had her arms dangling above her head in a full nelson. “Some wicked dark wizard won’t be nearly as nice as us.”

“You should be thanking us really.” Said the Slytherin holding her leg up.

“Yeah! Thank us for our service.” The Slytherin at her pussy demanded, fingers prodding her outer lips to her discomfort

“Thank you.” Hermione mumbled, casting her eyes downward. The raven claw yanked her hard in position, making her look back up.

“We can’t hear you.” The Slytherin said.

“I said thank you!” Hermione said louder through gritted teeth. The Slytherin holding her leg pulled her leg higher, so that her knee was at her ribcage. She was forced to balance on her toes on one leg precariously.

“Thanks for what?” The Ravenclaw pushed.

“For…?”

“For showing me what to expect in my life as rapebait.” The Slytherin at her pussy finished for her. Hermione heard the other students in the class snicker, and whisper to each other.

“Thank you for showing me what to expect from my life as rapebait.” Hermione recited, trying to keep the emotion from her voice.

“You’re welcome cunt.” The Ravenclaw stated. “Now, say your little catchphrase.”

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and pushed down the dread in her stomach.

“Say it.” ordered the Slytherin in front of her, forcing two fingers into her cunt to the second knuckle. She wanted to be able to fight back, be able to do ANYTHING - but it was a numbers game. Not just the three boys against her; every student in the class was waiting for her famous words.

““I’m a useless fucking mudblood gutter whore!” Hermione said, head hanging in defeat. The whole of the class laughed, and Moody spat on the floor in disgust. In a small cosmic mercy, the bell sounded that it was the end of class. The boys dropped her like a sack of potatoes, allowing her to fall to the ground in a heap, bare ass hitting the cold stone floor. The other students walked around her, some pumping her with their legs as they filed out of the class.

Hermione sighed, and slowly got to her feet, preparing for whatever else the day would throw at her.
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Hermione got through the day, her ass and pussy sore from the abuse of the hexes, slaps and gropes it received through the day.

She reported back to the Headmaster reporting her day. He seemed very interested in the details of the rough treatment she had received. She expected him to hand her back her panties as he usually did, but he claimed to have ‘misplaced them’. Hermione would have pushed back against his antics, but she honestly didn’t have the energy - she just wanted to get back to her room. So she bid the Headmaster a farewell, and left without her panties.

Her aforementioned room wasn’t the Gryffindor Girls dorms. She had been long exiled from that. After Hermione found herself an abandoned classroom on the 4th floor - she guessed it was an old alchemy. She had made herself a makeshift bedroom, the best she could at least, in the old room. It was mostly unknown to the other students, so it at least guaranteed her some peace in the evening. Some safety. Least that’s what she thought.

When she entered the room, she sensed something was off. Hermione was still a very meticulous girl, and noticed when things weren’t left where she put them. Someone had been there.

“See I told you she came here! Rivellio!” She heard a voice say behind her. She turned around in time to see the effects of a Disillusionment Charm be banished, and two boys appear on either side of the classroom door. She had half-expected Slytherins, but they were in fact two Hufflepuff boys. She didn’t recognize them, but then again she didn’t know many people from Hufflepuff personally. One was short and chubby with dark brown hair, and the other was tall and skinny with dirty blond hair. They stood their, looking a tad nervous as Hufflepuffs tended to. They seemed to not really know what to do next.

Hermione decided not to wait until they figured it out, and tried to make a break for it, trying to run past them through the door. The tall Hufflepuff reacted, moving and catching Hermione around her waist as she tried to slide past him. He stood up straight, lifting her off the ground, feet kicking as she struggled helplessly. Her tink skirt flipped up and moves, exposing her bare bottom half as she tried to escape the Hufflepuff’s grasp.

“W-wow!”” Exclaimed the chubby Hufflepuff, seeing her bare cunt on display. “She really doesn’t have any knickers on!”

“You can gawk later!” Said the taller Hufflepuff, struggling to keep his grip on the squirming Hermione. “Help me you tit!”

The chubby boy snapped out of his daze, and aided his friend, grabbing Hermione’s kicking legs.

“Let me go, you tossers!” Hermione shrieked, struggling in their grasp. She wished she had her wand. She wish she had ANYTHING to protect herself. But she didn’t - and could do very little to stop the two stronger boys from manhandling her into position. The brought her over to one of the old desks, slammed her down on it on her front. Her head and upper torso made contact with the dusty wood, while she was made to stand bent over in half at the waist. The chubby boy had her arms folded on her back with both his hands, while the tall boy held her head against the desk. She continued to struggle, trying in vain to push herself upright. Her skirt had flipped over her hips, leaving her bare bottom out.

*SMACK*

The tall Hufflepuff delivered a hard spank to her ass with his free hand, causing her to squeal out. He then reached into his robes and grabbed his wand, and brought it to her temple.

“Stop struggling!” He ordered. “I-I’ll stun you if I have to.”

Despite his wavering voice, Hermione believed him. With no wand, she wasn’t exactly in any position to make that gamble. With shame, she ceased her struggling, allowing them to have unfettered control of her. Slowly, the chubby Hufflepuff let go of her arms, and the tall one yanked her upright by her hair. He turned her to face his friend, one hand buried in her hair, the other wrapped around her throat - not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, but hard enough to show he was in control.

“You think she’s calm now?” The chubby one asked.

“Let’s check.” The taller boy said. He pursed his lips and spat in Hermione’s face, catching her right under the eye. Besides her face wrinkling in disgust, Hermione didn’t react. There wasn’t much she could do about it even if she did. So she just slanted her eyes at the tall boy, glaring as the warm spit ran down her cheek. “I think she’ll be good. Isn’t that right.”

“J-just do whatever it is you’re planning to do, and leave me be.” Hermione said in defeat. She was tired, sore, and just wanted to try and study. She just wanted some kind of normalcy. She figured she was in for a round of rough fondling, at worst maybe they’d use her throat as their own persona cocksleves - but they had something else in mind. The tall bay dragged her around to the other side of the desk, by the bench. Hermione didn’t fight as she was once again bent over at the hips, cheek pressed to the hardwood, the tall Hufflepuff planting his hand on the back of her head to keep her in place.. She couldn’t see, but she heard the chubby boy shuffling behind her.

“Well?” Said the tall boy. “Here she is.”

“I-I don’t know about this.” The chubby boy said, apparently feeling SOME kind of apprehension. The tall boy just scoffed.

“Don’t wimp out now.” He chided his friend. “Do you want to be a virgin your whole life?”

‘Wait. virgin?’ Hermione thought.

“N-no!” said the chubby Hufflepuff adamantly.

“Then here’s your chance! You got a useless slag infront of you. Fucking get to it.”

Hermione’s eyes widened as it dawned on her what was about to happen. These Hufflepuffs of all people were about to cross the line that hadn’t been crossed yet, not even by the headmaster. Hermione began to struggle once more, trying to push herself up from the desk. The chubby boy quickly grabbed her arms, and folded behind her back once more.

“I thought I told you to stop fighting!” The tall boy said, threatening her with his wand to her temple, but she didn’t care, willing to take a hex than what they were planning. Seeing his threat go unnoticed, the tall boy panicked. “Hurry up!”

Hermione heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down, and a moment later, she felt the unmistakable feeling of a thick cockhead press against her, but not against her pussy as she anticipated. No, he had his aspirations set a little - higher. The tip of his cock parted the globes of Hermione’s ass, and pushed against her, up until now, untouched muscled ring of her asshole.

“W-wait! You can’t- get off of me!” Hermione panicked as she began to trash with earnest The two boys continued to hold her, struggling a bit as she fought like her life depended on it. The chubby boy continued to push forward, cock trying to spear into her bowels. It was deeply uncomfortable having him push against her whole, but the tightness of the ring kept him at bay, his cock only barely stretching her. She gritted her teeth as he continued in vain to force his way into her ass.

“I can’t get in!” The boy complained. “She’s too tight!”

“Do that spell I showed you, idiot!” The tall boy responded.

“Oh yeah!”

Hermione was about to wonder what spell they could have meant, until she felt the boy pull back. He held her arms with one hand, while the other fished out his wand. His cock was at her entrance was replaced with the tip of the boy's wand.

“Uncto Eam” They boy cast, and immediately Hermione felt warm liquid fill her bowels. A lubrication spell - crass but effective. The chubby Hufflepuff held his wand at her ass for a few seconds, before pooling back. Hermione’s ass lewdly squirted out the excess of the clear lube, splattering on the bench. Soon, the boy’s cock returned to her back door, and he pushed forward - HARD. Without so much as a warning, the entirety of his fat cock into Hermione’s bowels. Hermione’s eyes went wide and she went still, body needing a moment to catch up to the sensation that it just experienced. When it did, she opened her mouth to let out an absolute wail as nothing but burning enveloped her lower body. She screamed until her lungs were empty, then croaked after that.

The chubby boy began to pump his hips with no real rhythm or grace. He used his grip on her folded arms like reins, pulling her back to meet his erratic thrust - Hermione’s ass jiggling against his hips with each pump.

Hermione Granger, the former star pupil of Hogwarts…was getting butt fucked. Bent over in a dusty classroom, and reamed up the ass.

Before her agreement with the Headmaster, Hermione had no intention of losing her virginity while at school. She simply did not have time for boys or relationships like her peers. Even after she began the “favors” with Dumbledore and her subsequent fall from grace, she told her she’d never go all the way, never give up her virginity for House points.

In a way she was still a virgin, as her cunt was spared. But never in a million years would Hermione have thought she’d pop her anal cherry in a dusty decrepit class room.

“Holy shit.” Said the tall Hufflepuff, letting go of Hermione’s head so he could take in the full site. “You’re really doing it! How does it feel?”

“A-amazing! It feels fucking amazing!” The chubby boy panted, hips crashing into Hermione’s ass even faster.

“UGGGGGHHN- FUCK!” SHIT! STOP!STOOOOOP!” Hermione cried, lifting her head from the desk. That was a bad move, as it only spurred the chubby Hufflepuff to grab onto her hair with one of his hands, and yanked hard, pulling her chest off the desk, and bending her spine painfully.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!

The sound of flesh meeting echoed in the room, as the boy rode her hard, not caring at all about her comfort or consent, only his own pleasure. The tall boy moved to the other side of the desk, and ripped open Hermione’s shirt, sending her buttons flying and her tits bouncing free. Tears ran down her face as it felt as if she was being split open, the boy's thick cock showing no mercy on her poor hole, stretching her in ways she thought she’d never recover from.

“What the fuck is that noise?”

A voice, from the hall.

“It’s coming from over here. It sounds like a pig dying.”

Numerous voices.

Hermione looked through her tear stung eyes, and realized the door to the class was still very much open. Her screams and the sound of her buggering was no doubt echoing in the halls. Worse yet, the fourth floor was also where the library was. She had specifically chosen this room as her makeshift bedroom to be close to the library. No doubt anyone leaving it could hear her. It didn’t take long for the first heads to pop into the door and look.

“Oh my god!” A girl shrieked. It was Parvati Patil, a fellow Gryffindor.

“Is that Granger?” A boy said, looking through the door. He was a Ravenclaw she didn’t recognize. “She’d fucking getting porked!”

“Is that a Hufflepuff? I didn’t know they had it in them.”

“Sweet Merlin, I think she’s taking it up the arse! What a fucking whore.”

Soon, a small crowd formed at the entrance to the classroom, all watching Hermione’s brutal butt fucking. An inter-house event of watching the Gryffindor guttewhore get brutalized.

‘Why aren’t they helping me, why are all of them just watching?’ Hermione thought deliriously as her bottom half was rendered almost numb at this point. Couldn’t they see that this was rape? That she didn’t want this. No, they didn’t care. They all likely thought she deserved it.

The chubby Hufflepuff, seemingly spurred on by the sudden crowd, decided to give the audience a show. Letting go of her arms and hair, the boy brought his hands up to Hermione’s face. He then hooked his index and middle fingers into her mouth, pulling her lips and cheeks back. Hermione’s mouth was forced open and stretched, her tongue lolling out dumbly and bouncing with each one of the boys hard thrusts. Hermione could only brace her hands on the desk and drool as his fucked her even faster and harder, reaching a fever pitch. The sound of his hips meeting her ass, the squelching of lube inside her, her guttural groans being forced from her lungs, and the cheering and taunting of the onlookers filled the room in a lewd horrid medley. Hermione’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she went near limp as she felt as if she was about to pass out. It was too much. It was all too much.

“Fucking give it to her!” A Slytherin boy cried out. “Turn her arse inside out!”

“Do you think all mudbloods like it in the ass?” A girl said, a fellow Gryffindor no less.

Suddenly, the chubby Hufflepuff slammed himself into her to the hilt, and held himself there.

“Oh fuck, YESSSSSSS.” The chubby boy gasped, before flooding Hermione’s guts with his load. His hot cum shot deep into her, his cock twitching and flexing as he unloaded into her.

“Merlin, look at her, she loves it.” Hermione vaguely heard a girl say.

“School would be way more interesting if all girls were slags like Granger.” She heard a boy snicker.

“Oh don’t be gross.” She heard the same girl say.

The chubby Hufflepuff shallowly pumped his hips, making sure her ass milked him for all he was worth. When he was completely spent, he let go of Hermione, allowing her to fall first first onto the desk. She might have felt the impact if all her nerves weren’t completely shot at the moment. The boy pulled himself out of her ass with a sigh, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Merlin, that was awesome.” He said out of breath. He looked down at his handiwork, Hermione’s ass gaping, and leaking his cum. He gave her ass hard smack, causing some to spurt out of her.

“Right.” The tall boy said, undoing his pants. “My turn.”

Hermione didn’t have the strength to get up. Didn’t have the strength to fight. She simply squeezed her eyes closed as the tall boy moved behind her, and hoped he was smaller than his friend.

He wasn’t.
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