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Revenge of the MHP	By : reddragon Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 51869 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“You bitch,” Ron snarled at Hermione. He would have spit if his throat hadn’t been painfully dry. “What the bloody hell did you do to my sister!”
                “Oh, Ronald,” Hermione sighed softly. She stood up and walked over to where he was stapled to the wall. “Poor Ronald. I knew you would never understand. You were always too honest, too bull headed. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and would challenge anyone who dared to question you. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place. So simple. So uncomplicated. So boring.”
                Ron’s head snapped sideways as Hermione slapped him with all her strength. “That was for fooling me into thinking I could ever love someone as shall as you,” Hermione sneered. She snapped her fingers, causing Ginny to come scurrying over on all fours. “You want to know what I did to your sister, Ronald? Nothing she hasn’t thanked me for many, many times. Over and over again, long into the night. She can be very thankful, your sister.”
                “Bitch!”

                Hermione laughed. “You see what I mean? You have already said that one, darling, and it was just as pathetic the first time.” She turned to Ginny and pointed at Ron. “Pet? Be a dear and take his pants off for me.”
                “Yes, Mistress,” Ginny answered, rising on her knees as she began to fumble with her brother’s fly. Ron’s hips squirmed as he tried to pull away from her, but there was nowhere for him to go. A few stiff tugs was all it took to get his pants down around his ankles, caught where his feet were nailed to the wall. The extra weight on his feet caused him to his in pain.
                Ginny reached up and hesitantly began to stroke his penis, mesmerized by the way it twitched at her touch. Ron moaned as instinct triumphed over reason, his body treasonously responding to the gentle caress of his sister’s hand. Ginny watched with amazement as his dick swelled to its full potential before blurting out, “Mistress! It is so small!”
                “Well, not everyone can be as bless as your Master,” Hermione said as she patted Ginny on the head. She began to stroke the other girl’s long, coppery hair as she looked up at Ron. Ron glared back at her, trying to muster as much defiance as he could. They stared at each other for several long moments before Hermione shrugged and added, “And then there are those who will simply never be able to measure up, no matter how hard they try or wish they could.”
                “Whore!”
                “Sticks and stone, Ronald, sticks and stones,” Hermione replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. She walked back to the chair and sank into its soft cushions, deliberately spreading her legs so that he could see her glistening sex as she played with herself. “Pet, go ahead and suck on his knob. Maybe that will keep him quiet.”
                “No, Ginny-!” Ron started to protest, only to cut off with a strangled gasp as his younger sister’s mouth enveloped his dick, the warm tightness of her throat closing around him.
                “Do you like that, Ronald?” Hermione taunted as she continued to finger her clit. Watching Ginny’s head bob back and forth as she sucked on her older brother made Hermione incredibly horny. She wished Harry would hurry up and return; she desperately needed a nice thick cock buried deep in her cunny. “She is a good little cocksucker, isn’t she? Of course, she wasn’t always that way…”

* * *
                “Harry?! Hermione?!” Ginny cried out in shock as she stumbled across the two older students screwing in the hallway. Hermione was pressed against the wall of the corridor, her robe hanging open to expose her mostly naked body. What the two had been up to didn’t require any stretch of the imagination, as Hermione’s panties were down around her ankles, and Harry’s fingers were stuck deep in her pussy. Just a moment ago they had been eagerly exploring their new environment, but now they were frozen in place as Harry not just that they had been caught, but who they had been caught by as well.
                “Ginny- I-“ he stammered, trying futilely to come up with some excuse for the situation. Hermione was faster on the uptake.
                “OBLIVIATE!”
                There was a flash of light, and both girls reeled as the hex connected. Hermione’s mind was flooded by Ginny’s memories, and it felt as if she was going to drown under the other girl’s sense of shock and betrayal. She flailed at the memories, destroying them at random a she struggled to regain control. After a moment’s fighting she managed to surface back inside her own mind. She sagged against the wall, pressing her hand against the cool stone in an attempt to focus and regain her balance.
                “Hermione, what the hell do you think you are doing!” Harry demanded as he watched Ginny stagger drunkenly. The weight of his betrayal fell on him with the suddenness of an avalanche. He was torn by the need to protect both girls, both from himself and each other.
                “Harry?” Ginny asked. Her befuddled mind was grasping at his familiar voice. “What is going on? My head feels so strange…”
                “OBLIVIATE!” Hermione cried a second time. She was better prepared for her second attempt, and the flood of memories and emotion wasn’t as great. She immediately latched on to those of the last few minutes, consigning them to oblivion. To make up for their absence she seized other memories of her and Harry, happier memories, and forced them into the void created by her tampering. They weren’t a perfect fit, but with enough force of will…
                She was shaken out of her spell as Harry’s hand closed around her throat as he slammed her against the wall. “Hermione, stop this at once!” he ordered as she flailed against him. “I did not give you permission to harm her!”
                “Too…late…” Hermione managed to choke out. “She…saw…too much…”
                “No!” Harry cried out as he sank to his knees. He shook his head as he refused to admit the truth. “No…”
                “Yes!” Hermione insisted as she rubbed her throat with care. She expected there would be a hand shaped bruise there in the morning. “You caused this, Harry, and it is too late for us to turn back now. We have come too far for that.”
                “’We?’” Harry asked as he stared at her in confusion.
                “Yes, we,” Hermione repeated. She nodded slowly. “I am your friend, Harry. And…and I love you. Did you really think that you could just confess to murder and rape me in the corridor?” She scoffed and shook her head again. “Please. You may have more raw power than I do, but that is not enough. I could have said no. I could have stopped this. No. I wanted this, well, maybe not this, but enough that I am willing to along with it now that it has happened. Either way, we are in this together.”
                “What about Ron?”
                “What about him?” Hermione sneered. “He would never understand. He is far too pure. Our new reality would devour him alive. Either way, Ron cannot survive what we have become, nor what we will become.
                “But…” Harry started to protest, then thought better of it. “No, you are right. You always are, in the end. What will we do about him? He loved you, you know. “
                “And I loved him, or thought I did.” Hermione shrugged. “Maybe I could have loved him if things had turned out differently. We’ll- I’ll figure out something. But first we need to decide what we are going to do about Ginny.”
                Harry looked at Ginny apprehensively. “What did you want to do to her?”
                Hermione looked him in the eye. “You love her, don’t you?”
                Harry nodded.
                “The same way you love me?” Hermione asked. Her voice was flat and emotionless.
                “I-“ Harry stopped and shook his head. “She represents everything I wanted for my life, but she is no Hermione Granger. She is cunning, but you are smart. She is quick, you are steady. You are both bloody gorgeous though.”
                Hermione felt her entire body grow warm at his compliment, and she couldn’t stop herself from blushing. Her nipples tightened as he gazed at her with a predatory lust in his eyes. She pressed her body against his, her breasts tingling as the rough curls of his chest hair brushed against her skin. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly, and there was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to sink to her knees and feel the heavy weight of it pressing down on her tongue as she savored his flavor. First, unfortunately, they had to take care of more important matters.
                “I will give her to you,” Hermione panted, reaching between them to stroke his shaft. “Consider her a gift, the first of many.”
                “Do it!” Harry ordered. He spun her around so that his arm pinned her against his body, with his cock lodged against her ass. He pushed his leg between hers and pushed them apart, exposing her cunt to his questing fingers. He spread the lips of her cunt to expose her clit, allowing him to flick the sensitive little nub n tie with some half remembered song. “What are you waiting for, Hermione? Look at the way she is watching us. See how she stares at me fingering you? That is what she really wants. She wants to know what it feels like to have a man spread her wide, to have his cock pressing against her as he plays with her slick cunny. She just doesn’t know how to ask. She needs you to show her how.”
                “Yesss,” Hermione moaned as she fumbled for her wand, the tension between her legs growing with each passing moment. Her body burned at his touch, and she wanted nothing more than to give into the fires that were consuming her. But that wasn’t what  he wanted, and she had to do what Harry wanted, no questions asked. Her hand trembled as she raised her wand, every ounce of her remaining will dedicated to calling on the power for her spell.
                “OBLIVIATE!” Hermione shrieked the word as her body failed her. Her entire world was consumed by a blinding orgasm that her paralyzed by pure bliss. She gasped as her mind collided with Ginny’s, obliterating both girls under a tidal wave of pleasure. Hermione could only watch with delirious helplessness as the last of Ginny’s memories were wiped away, replaced entirely by a hunger for Harry’s touch, a carnal hunger that would never be truly satisfied. She realized as the memories continued to shatter around her that Ginny was absorbing her impulses, that she was feeding off Hermione’s own lust.
                Ginny collapsed to all fours, panting like a bitch in heat as she experienced Harry’s fingers in time with Hermione. The redhead groaned as fingers dug past brunette curls, and the brunette screamed as the redhead’s cunt clenched around nonexistent fingers. Hermione could feel the spell escaping her control, but she just didn’t care. This was what Harry wanted, this was what she wanted. Ginny would make for a fine slut, obedient to every dirty little order they gave her.
                “Fuck me, Harry!” Hermione begged as she bucked against him. “Please! I need to feel your cock inside me, please!”
                Harry only grunted in reply, his hand tightening around the back of her neck as he bent her over. His free hand fished her robes out of the way, shoving them up her back to bunch around her shoulders. He bent slightly, then slapped her on the ass to get her to move into the right position. Both girls moaned as Harry ran his cock up and down her slit, coating the tip with Hermione’s juices. Both girls began to thrash, begging him to fuck them, but Harry just gritted his teeth and ignored them, choosing to focus on his teasing. He was in charge, he would use them as he saw fit, and he was going to make damn sure that they knew that as well. He waited until they were both totally incoherent, then thrust.
                Hermione’s entire body shook as Harry’s cock shoved its way inside. He was huge compared to Ron, and it felt like she was being split in two. She and Ron had experimented with all sorts of charms and spells, but they were nothing compared to eight inches of the real thing hammering against her cervix like a battering ram storming the castle gates. It hurt, but in a good way. Ron had never made her feel like this, but then she had never knelt prostrate before him the way she did now for Harry. She had always been forced to take Ron from the top; otherwise the silly bastard blew his wad before she was even close to ready.
                Harry stayed like that for several heartbeats, not moving at all but just…filling her. It was beginning to drive Hermione nuts. She wanted him to fuck her, to abuse her pussy with his cock. She began to roll her hips, moaning encouragement, but Harry merely slapped her on the ass again and ordered, “Be still.”
                Harry looked over to where Ginny was kneeling in the center of the hallway, grinding her thighs together in frustration. Her mind said she had a cock in her, but her pussy said otherwise, and if there wasn’t then they both badly wanted one. Unable to come to a decision, she merely sat there shivering waiting for someone else to make up her mind for her. Her head turned as Harry snapped his fingers at her.
                “Come here, Pet,” Harry commanded, nodding in Hermione’s direction. “Your Mistress has been disobedient and needs to learn her place. You have my permission to do anything you want to her – on one condition. If she moves, you stop. If she makes any noise, you stop. Lick her, suck her, bite her, but if she so much as flinches then you stop. Is that understood?”
                “Yes, Master!” Ginny bowed her head slavishly, refusing to meet his eyes. She crawled towards them on hands and knees, but she held her ass high with pride as she approached Hermione. She would show Harry – no, he wasn’t Harry, he was Master now – what a good little Pet she could be.
                Hermione trembled as she watched Ginny approach. Some dying bit of her wanted to resist Harry, to thrash about and make as much noise as possible in the hopes that someone might come and rescue her, but the rest of her knew that this way would be better. It was her destiny to submit to Harry in this and in all other things. She loved him and he loved her. She would have walked barefoot across the frozen wastes of Hell to fetch ice for his drink if he said it was too warm. So all she did was bite her lip as he grabbed her by the wrists and pinned them against her lower back with one hand. She did not whimper as his other hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her spine and thrust her breasts in Ginny’s direction, all while driving his cock even deeper into her with one brutal motion.
                “Do you like what you see?” Harry asked Ginny once the redhead was directly in front of Hermione. Ginny nodded silently. She couldn’t keep herself from staring at Hermione’s pale body, especially the pair of rose pink nipples that rose tauntingly from the center of the older girl’s smallish breasts. Ginny began to fondle them, enjoying how soft and firm they felt at the same time. She let out a small moue of delight, then looked at Harry with a look of horror in here eyes.
                Harry only smiled as he continued to thrust into Hermione’s tight cunny. “Don’t worry, Pet, I won’t punish you simply for being eager. She is, after all, quite lovely. You can only image what it feels like to be buried so deeply in her hot little cunt. I bet you want to feel it for yourself, don’t you? To have my prick shoved into you hard, over and over again until you don’t think you’ll be able to walk straight ever again. Hmmm?”
                Ginny could only nod and smile happily at his suggestion as she spread her hands over Hermione’s breasts, framing the other girl’s hard nipples between her fingers. She pinched and tugged on them, causing the pale skin around them to flush red. She could see Mistress struggling to control herself, and decided that wouldn’t be allowed. Ginny rolled onto her back and slid underneath Hermione so that her legs were spread around Harry’s. Each time he thrust into Hermione, a small bit of liquid would spill out, splattering across Ginny’s stomach and groin. Still, throughout all of it Hermione refused to make any sounds or movements.
                At first Ginny was amazed by Mistress’s control, and thought it was something she was supposed to emulate. Then she realized that wasn’t the point at all. Master didn’t want Mistress to control herself; he wanted to break her of her will, to emphasize that he was the one who held the power in their relationship. If she was going to be a good pet, that meant she needed to help Master. Ginny looked up at the body swaying above hers and knew exactly what she had to do. Reaching up, she grabbed Hermione by the nipples and pinched them as hard as she could.

* * *
                Ron bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he struggled not to scream. The problem was he wasn’t sure if he would be screaming in pleasure or pain. He had been hanging from the wall of the Gryffindor Common Room for what seemed like hours, though it hadn’t really been more than half an hour. Ginny - sweet, lovely Ginny, his sister Ginny - was kneeling on the ground below him, noisily sucking his cock. It was a terrible, horrible thing, but his broken body was enjoying every moment of it. To make matters worse, his sister was an expert at her craft. She took turns licking, sucking, and stroking his member until Ron would have sworn he couldn’t take any more. Just when he was sure that was he was going to fill his sister’s mouth with his jiz she would slow down, almost stopping entirely without quite letting go of him. She would keep him hard, dutifully lapping up any bit of cum that might leak out in the process, while denying him the release his body craved. His cock ached and his balls throbbed, but relief never came.
                “Ginny, please,” Ron pleaded, even though he didn’t know what he pleaded for.
                “Yes, Ronald, beg your sister,” Hermione hissed as she continued to finger herself. When she smiled at him it was with artificial sweetness. “You love it, don’t you? You love how soft her tongue is as it caresses your cock, how warm her mouth is as she tastes you. Is her throat tight enough? Do you like the way it squeezes your tiny little prick? Oh, you are such a naughty boy taking advantage of a helpless girl this way!”
                “No,” Ron protested feebly. “No, you did this…”
                “Well, I may have had a bit to do with it…”

* * *
                Hermione’s scream echoed off the stone walls as Ginny pinched her nipples. Pleasure and pain blossomed together, setting a desperate fire in her belly. The spell connecting her and Ginny broke, isolating the two girls, and Hermione felt a momentary pang of loss as she was once again left alone in her own body. It was only momentary, however, and went completely forgotten as Harry continued to pummel her cunny with his cock. Her hands slid forward across the floor, pinning Ginny below her as their nipples ground together. The new position raised her ass higher, forcing Harry to arch over Hermione as he drove his cock even deeper into her body. She gasped as he slammed into her cervix, moaned as Ginny’s teeth sank into the side of her throat. Words went forgotten as thought abandoned her. She gave herself over to them, letting them use her body as they pleased and enjoying every minute of it.
                She heard Harry grunt in her ear a moment before his body tensed against hers. She willed herself tighter, and her pussy wrapped tight around his cock as he pumped her full of hot spunk. She could feel his chest rising and falling against her back as he breathed hard. She had time for one last spasm of pleasure as he dragged himself out of her.
                Hermione smiled slightly as Harry stood up. His cock was still hard, jutting forward as if proud of its accomplishments. A small thread of cum dangled from the tip and Hermione had to keep from licking her lips at the thought of what she might do with it. She refused to let him see how eager she was, however. She loved this new, rougher Harry and wanted to make sure he continued to maintain his dominance.
                Harry didn’t disappoint. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. “You two girls show a lot of promise, but we are not done yet. Pet, I want you to kneel here on my left. Hermione, you will kneel on my right. Do I need to explain the rest?”
                “No, Master.”
                “No, Harry.”
                Hermione did as she was bid, kneeling across from Ginny with her hands clasped behind her back. The two girls leaned forward and their lips met around the base of Harry’s cock, sliding back and forth together as they cleaned him with their tongues. The taste was slightly bitter, slightly sweet, and slightly salty, a combination of his semen, her juices, and the strawberry lip balm that Ginny had chosen to wear that day. She could feel her skin burning with embarrassment, but there was pleasure in it as well. She was the most powerful witch of her entire generation, but that came more as a burden than a gift. She was always covering for the boys, solving their problems and putting up with their little spats. Then, of course, there was the entire matter of every Dark wizard and witch in England looking to mount her head on their mantle place as a means of currying favor with Lord Voldemort. For once it was nice to give up control, to give up worrying, and to let someone else take the leads for once.
                Hermione didn't resist when Harry wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her away from Ginny, turned her head, and shoved his cock into Hermione's mouth. He had caught her mid-breath, so Hermione began to choke as she struggled to breathe around the thick shaft of meat that had been forced into her throat.
                “Do you see this, Pet?” Harry growled as he yanked Ginny forward by her hair. Hermione's lips were now spread wide around the base of his cock, and tears were sliding down her cheeks as as she tried to relax her throat muscles enough to accept him. “Do you see the way she struggles? She isn't quite ready, not yet. She has to learn that I come first in all things. Don't you agree?”
                “Yes, Master,” Ginny murmured.
                “Do you want to show her that you know better?”
                “Oh, please, Master!”
                “Then do so.”
                Hermione fell on her ass as Harry pushed her backwards. The cold stones of the floor were a rude shock to her bare ass. She could only watch in horror as Ginny eagerly replaced her in front of Harry, slobbering all over his cock as she deep throated him with ease. Harry had her long red hair wrapped around his fist as his hips pistoned back and forth, but despite how rough Harry was with the younger girl, Ginny had no problem taking each thrust gracefully. She was even leaning into it, with one hand buried between her legs moaning as she worked herself to another orgasm.
                Harry let out a grunt, thrust one last time, then pulled out of the girl's sucking mouth just in time to splash his cum all over her face. A bit of it got in her left eye, but Ginny didn't flinch. Instead she waited until Harry had finished before carefully reaching up and gently brushing his cum off her face. That left it dripping from her fingers instead, a dilemma which she quickly solved by greedily licking her hands clean.
                “Thank you, Master,” Ginny panted. Her fingers were still busy with her clit, and her stomach was twitching as if she were struggling not to give into her climax.
                “I could have done that,” Hermione said waspishly.
                “There is no need for that, Hermione,” Harry said as he walked over and helped her to her feet. “Our dear Pet has merely had more time to grow...adjusted to the sort of demands I can place on a woman's body.”
                “But-”
                “Shhh,” he commanded, gently brushing his finger across her lips. “Gather your robes. The castle will begin to wake soon, and we need to be gone before then. I am thinking that we will hide in the Chamber of Secrets while we gather our strength and plan our next move.”

* * *
                “But Dumbledore sealed the Chamber!” Ron protested with an added grunt. He had resisted as long as he could, but he knew it would only be a few more moments before he came.
                “Yes, Dumbledore sealed the entrance...in Myrtle's bathroom,” Hermione replied haughtily. “But did you really think that even Dumbledore could unlock all of Slytherin's secrets? If he were, we never would have had to deal with that dreadful snake second year. There are other ways, secret ways, scattered throughout the castle that don't even appear on the Marauder's Map.”
                “Then how did you find them?” Ron demanded. The pressure behind the head of his cock was becoming too much. He crushed his eyes closed, tried to focus, had to focus...
                “Why, via the Room of Requirement, of course,” Hermione explained as she leaned back in her chair. She snapped her fingers and a small brass bell materialized out of thin air. “All we needed to do was convince it to give us an entrance, and it revealed one at the base of the Divination tower.”
                “Bu- bu- oh Merlin!” Ron gasped as he finally came. Ginny's face screwed up as her brother's cum dribbled into her mouth. The taste was so bitter that she immediately gagged and spat it back out, leaving it to ooze through the few sparse hairs around his navel. She started scraping her tongue against her teeth in an effort to get ride of the taste, but only succeeded in spreading the foulness further. In the end she was left no choice but to vomit all over Ron's legs, covering them in a regurgitated orange-pink mess.
                “Oh, dear, she really didn't enjoy that, now did she?” Hermione giggled from her seat. Hermione beckoned to Ginny, who whimpered as she crawled across the floor to her Mistress's side. “There, there, Pet, don't cry. You did a good job, you really did. I am sorry you had to go through that.”
                “Master won't be upset with me, will he?” Ginny wept. Hermione started to stroke the younger girl's hair in an attempt to soothe her.
                “No, of course not. You did fine, you did great. I will make sure that Master knows that as well.”
                The door to the common room swung open as another young girl stepped through. Though just as naked as the youngest Weasley child, she moved with a greater sense of self purpose. A few inches shorter than the brunette and redhead, her long blonde hair had fallen haphazardly around her slim body, so that one pert breast was left bare while the other went covered. If the sight of Ron's crucifixion bothered her in any way she didn't let it show, but instead approached to within three feet of Hermione before curtsying low, spreading her arms wide and behind her like a bird displaying its wings. “You summoned me, Madam?”
                Ron's heart broke as he watched the display. “Oh no, Luna, not you too!”
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