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3 - First Day Back

Hermione entered the Great Hall the next morning confidently, ignoring the stares of the few students who were there before her. She sat in the middle of the Gryffindor table and helped herself to coffee and a pastry. She could see Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table, isolated from the few other students who were there, eating quickly with his eyes downcast.

She dipped her croissant into her cafe creme and bit into it. After a few minutes, Dean slid into a seat next to her.

“Morning, Hermione,” he said groggily. “Missed you at the feast yesterday.”

“I wasn’t feeling it,” she replied, admiring Dean’s forearms as he reached across the table for a platter of bacon. “We haven’t really had a chance to talk. How have you been coping with things?”

He laughed.

“I won’t lie, it’s a bit of an adjustment, coming back to civilian life after living like a criminal for the better part of a year. My bed still feels too soft.”

Hermione nodded. She had felt the same way for a while, and her life on the run had been considerably softer than Dean’s. She could see part of a tattoo on the inside of his left wrist: a row of small, stylized skulls, each representing a snatcher or Death Eater that he had defeated as part of the resistance. There were, she knew, at least twenty. She had to tear her eyes away from those lovely strong arms.

“What classes are you taking?” She asked, hoping to distract the part of her brain that wanted nothing more than to mount Dean right there.

“Just the basics. Charms, Transfiguration, Defense…Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy. I’ve got private lessons for Defense. I don’t think I’m that far ahead there, but McGonagall isn’t sure about putting someone who’s dueling style is “dismember first, ask questions later” in with students who get trembly when they try to disarm someone.”

“Makes sense,” said Hermione.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, and Hermione helped herself to a second cup of coffee.

“How is everything else? Seeing anyone?” She asked.

“Nothing serious,” he said. “I’ve been enjoying the war hero treatment though,” she saw him smile at a seventh year at the Ravenclaw table who blushed fiercely. “Few flings here and there. How about you? Are you and Ron official at this point?”

“Yes and no,” she said, making a snap decision. “We decided that if we were going to be apart for so long, we deserved to have some fun.”

“Very open minded of you.”

“So what do you say, Dean?” She asked saucily, putting a hand on his thigh where she could feel a sizable lump. “Care to open my mind a bit more?”

What felt like seconds later, Hermione was sliding down to her knees in front of Dean as he relaxed into an armchair in his rooms. Evidence of his previous night’s conquest was visible in the form of a blue and silver thong peeking out from under a sofa cushion. Hermione reached up to unclasp his belt and eased his trousers down. Freed from the confines of his trousers, his cock sprang up, already at full mast, standing proudly at nine inches, the same length as Ron’s but with not quite as much girth.

“Gorgeous,” she said, admiring both the cock and the hard chiseled body that hid beneath Dean’s uniform. Dean was a few inches taller than Ron and much more heavily muscled. She quickly untied her tie and threw it aside.

“And Ron’s okay with this?”

“Of course,” she said, pulling her jumper and blouse over her head in a single motion and then reaching behind to unclasp her bra. “He’s probably balls deep in one of the other trainee aurors as we speak. More importantly: I’m okay with it.” Naked except for her skirt, panties, and stockings, she rose slightly on her knees and holding her hands behind her back, took his entire length in her mouth, sucking up and down a few times. “You have a tasty cock, Dean. Mmm. We should have invited you over this summer. We could have been having so much fun.”

“We’ll just have to make up for lost time,” he said, tangling a hand in her hair and encouraging her to take him back into her mouth. He didn’t pull her in, as Ron sometimes did, but a light pressure on her head told her to keep going. After a minute, he eased up and she came up for air.

“You’re incredible, Hermione,” he panted. “Best ever.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she said with a small giggle, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand. “Feel like returning the favor?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” said Dean, helping her to her feet. He pulled her into a kiss, hands pawing at her breasts. “You’ve got amazing tits, too,” he said. “God, I’ve probably wanked to the thought of your tits a thousand times. Can’t believe I’m actually getting to touch them!”

Hermione giggled again and nibbled his ear lobe, whispering “If you’re a good boy, I might let you wank on them soon.”

“Fuck,” groaned Dean. He spun her around and she sat on the sofa. Dean kissed her again and then began to trail kisses downwards over her breasts and stomach. He lifted her skirt and kissed her on her panty covered mound before sliding her black lace panties down her legs, kissing as he went.

“That,” said Dean, leaning back to look, “Is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen!”

Hermione smiled and reached down to run a finger through the neatly trimmed hair above her lips and then through the glistening folds themselves. Dean leaned in and started to lick, finding her clit at once, but alternating his attention there with long, lingering licks over her full length. She bucked her hips a little, encouragingly, and he thrust his tongue as deep as he could into her channel. She moaned, clasping the back of his shaved head and pulling him in deeper. He had a great tongue, and she quickly found herself nearing an orgasm.

“I need you to fuck me now, Dean,” she said. “I’m so close, and I want to cum on your cock.”

Effortlessly, Dean scooped her up in his arms and slid her onto his erection.

“Fuck that feels good,” he growled, bouncing her up and down on his cock. Hermione’s only response was to bite his neck and to thrust her hips in a carnal counterpoint to his own thrusting. As her orgasm neared, Dean walked slowly into his bedroom and then lifted her free and tossed her onto his bed. Hermione lifted her legs to her shoulders and Dean reentered her. Her first orgasm tore through her like wildfire and her pussy clamped down hard enough to push Dean’s cock out of her. Judging that he was close to cumming, too, Hermione slid down to her knees and took his cock back into her throat.

“Merlin, Hermione,” he panted. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on my tits, Dean!”

“Fuck!”

With a final grunt, Dean pulled his cock out of her mouth, stroked himself twice, and unloaded a torrent of cum onto her breasts. She had just enough time to cup her breasts in each hand to present a shelf for him to aim at. His load was massive, pooling obscenely in the valley between her breasts and splashing up to coat her face as well. When he finally sank back onto his bed Hermione began scooping his cum into her mouth.

“Delicious,” she said, appreciatively. “I don’t think I’ve gone this long without swallowing a load of cum in almost a year!”

“Who’d’ve thought Hermione Granger was such a slut,” said Dean, sagging down onto the bed and panting. Hermione punched him playfully in the ribs.

“I prefer “liberated and hedonistic”,” said Hermione. “Besides, Ron and Harry are really easy to boss around after they cum.”

“Suit yourself.”

Hermione scooped some more cum into her mouth and glanced at Dean’s watch.

“Fuck!” she said. “I’ve got potions in ten minutes. No time to shower!” She raced into the other room to grab her wand and cast a quick scouring charm on herself and her clothes. She tugged on her blouse and jumper and then reached for her knickers. Dean grabbed them first, lifting them to his nose and inhaling deeply.

“I think I’ll keep these,” he said. “Add them to the collection.” He plucked the other pair of discarded panties off the floor and tossed them along with Hermione’s towards his bed. “I like trophies.”

“Don’t expect a pair every time this happens,” said Hermione, admonishingly.

“So this’ll happen again?”

“Any time you want, big boy,” teased Hermione, kissing Dean on the cheek and cupping his balls. “Except when I have class. See you later!”

She dashed out of his room and towards the dungeons, acutely conscious of the cool air tickling her pussy. Her room was just around the corner, and she could have stopped to grab new knickers, but, feeling naughty, she decided to go commando for the rest of the day.

The day rushed by in a blur. The only real blemish on the day was Malfoy. Heading up from the dungeons after her lesson with Slughorn, she had nearly collided with him.

“Watch it, Granger,” he snarled.

Hermione bristled. How dare he. How dare he act like her hadn’t narrowly escaped a life sentence to Azkaban. A fate he dodged largely due to testimony from Harry, Ron, and herself. Her eyes narrowed and she raised a finger, ready to set him down hard, when he blushed, lowering his eyes.

“Sorry,” he said, softly. “Sorry.”

He skirted around her and nearly sprinted out of sight. Hermione blinked at the sudden change in his demeanor and then gave a mental shrug, hurrying up to Professor Flitwick’s office for her second lesson of the day.

As the lesson wrapped up, Flitwick rubbed his hands nervously.

“Miss Granger…might I ask a favor?”

“Of course, professor,” chirped Hermione.

“Feel free to say no. It’s about Mr. Malfoy…he…he isn’t adjusting well. I know it’s only the first day back, but I’m afraid of what his new status will do to him. The other students in my N.E.W.T. Charms class either treat him like a leper or a murder. I’d like to offer him private lessons, but my schedule is rather too full.” He paused, rubbing his hands together. “Would you mind if he shared your lesson slot? He’s not quite as advanced as you are, but I believe it may be the best solution.”

Hermione frowned. Her history with Malfoy was, to say the least, not a good one. Then again, he had been instrumental to their victory, had given valuable testimony in the aftermath, and had used his family’s fortune to help offer restitution. Flitwick correctly interpreted her hesitance.

“He’ll be on a zero tolerance basis. If you inform that he’s stepped so much as a hair out of line, he’ll be back in the group class. But I think that he’ll behave: I think that he is reformed — or at least making an effort to be so. The larger class just wasn’t willing to give him the benefit of a doubt.”

“I’ll do it, professor,” said Hermione, making up her mind. She needed to try to help Draco adjust. Besides, even if he acted like a knob in their lessons and she asked Flitwick to send him back to the group format, she would show the rest of the school that they should give him a chance.

Suddenly ravenous, she trotted down to the Great Hall and slid into a seat at the Gryffindor table. A few minutes later, Demelza Robbins walked up.

“Excuse me, Hermione,” she said, shyly. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Of course,” said Hermione. “You don’t need to ask, you know.”

The younger girl blushed and sat down.

“I’d like to ask you a favor, if I could,” she stammered after a few minutes.

“Shoot,” said Hermione.

“My boyfriend and I are in N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration, but neither of us is very good at it…we just barely got in. Could you…help us?”

“Sure,” said Hermione, cheerily. She loved tutoring. “Do you want to start tonight?”

“Yes, please! I already feel like I’m behind!”

“Meet me in the library at seven?”

“Thank you!”

Hermione finished her lunch and headed out to the greenhouses for her next class. As she walked across the lawn, she saw Malfoy sitting on a large rock, a sandwich in one hand and a book open on his lap. She shook her head, finding it hard to believe that the confident and social young man had changed so much, or, rather, that he’d allowed himself to be changed.

The afternoon passed uneventfully, save that her second break of the afternoon found her in a broom closet with Dean’s cock thrusting into her pussy and leaving a massive load of cum to dribble down her thighs. She shuddered in ecstasy, bringing a glob of semen to her lips, before conjuring a pair of panties which she quickly enchanted to keep the remaining cum from leaking out of her. The feeling of unspeakable naughtiness that she felt sitting in front of McGonagall with a pussy full of cum was incredible.

After dinner and a quick shower she made her way to the library to do some homework. The only teacher who had assigned any was Professor Vector, and she quickly finished the problems that were intended to occupy the class for a full week. None of her private tutors had assigned homework, per se, but she was supposed to be designing a new charm for Flitwick. She occupied herself with making some notes until she saw Demelza and a boy she didn’t know making her way over.

Demelza was a short and somewhat curvaceous redhead, with innocent green eyes and lips that she usually kept slightly parted, giving her a perpetual look of curiosity. Her boyfriend was an inch shorter than her at about five-foot-three and looked almost waifish, with light brown hair that hung below his ears and a slender build. He had lovely eyes framed by long lashes, but his appeal — to Hermione at least — was somewhat upset by an insubstantial peach fuzz mustache clinging to his upper lip.

“Hi, Hermione!” Said Demelza, brightly. “This is Martin. My boyfriend. Martin, this is Hermione.”

“I know who she is, Demelza,” said the boy in a soft voice. “Everyone knows who she is!”

Hermione helped them with some theory for a while, but they quickly got to a point where they would need to practice.

“We probably shouldn’t do this in the library. We can use my room. Come on.”

They followed her to her rooms, chatting idly on the way. Entering, Hermione noticed that the elves seemed to have decided that she liked a drink in the evening and had added a laden wine cupboard and a fully stocked bar cart to her room, not that she was going to complain. Demelza’s eyes widened at the sight of the cart.

“Maybe a treat after we practice a bit,” said Hermione.

They worked for another forty-five minutes, making good progress.

“I think we all earned a drink. You two are of age, so I think it’s fine.” A flick of her wand had bottles floating through the air, and, in moments, all three of them had cocktails in hand.

“So,” said Hermione, leaning back in her armchair and crossing her legs. “How long have you two been together?”

“Since the end of last year,” said Demelza. “We obviously knew each other, but we got a bit wild at the end of year party and the rest is history.”

“What’s “a bit wild?”” Asked Hermione. Martin blushed. Demelza grinned wickedly.

“Oh, just me getting eaten out in full view of the Hufflepuff common room.”

“Demelza!” Protested Martin. Hermione giggled.

“Very bold,” she commented.

“He wasn’t very good the first time,” said Demelza. She wasn’t drunk, but the cocktail that she’d slurped down certainly seemed to be having a socially lubricating effect. Her awe of Hermione might also have loosened her tongue slightly. “But he’s gotten better. Haven’t you?”

Martin blushed. Demelza leaned in closer to Hermione.

“I like it so much more than…other things.” She blushed.

“Are there shortcomings in other areas?” Asked Hermione quietly. Martin continued to blush deeper and deeper.

Hermione leaned back in her chair.

“I think we have time for some more tutoring.”
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