Whoremione\'s Sexcapades

“Hello, Hermione,” Harry said to her in a cool voice, looking at her as though he had never seen her before. “What have you been up to?”

“This and that,” she said airily, fighting the urge to squeeze her legs together in an effort to stave the pain. Still, even greater than the pain was the desire she felt burning deep within her. She could feel the heat flooding through her again and was so ashamed she wanted to crumple to the floor.

After she could get off at last, of course.

“So, you fucked Ron?” Harry sounded none too happy about the news, and Hermione proceeded with caution.


“What’s it to you,” she asked him as though challenging, trying to be both hard and desirable at the same time.

“Nothing.” He stood up and was toe-to-toe with her. “I just always thought you would save yourself for me,” he said quietly.

“I didn’t save myself for Ron, either,” she huffed, glaring at him now. “Besides, I never heard you say anything about wanting to screw with me before. I always thought you had no idea I was even female.”

“Forget it,” he said, turning as if to go to bed. “It doesn’t matter anymore anyway.”

“Harry, wait,” she called out, touching the fabric of his robe s and halting him in his tracks. “I think there’s something you should know.”

He turned back to her, hands on his hips. “I’m waiting,” he said, still looking most unpleasant.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ears, sliding her tongue along its folds, “Ron couldn’t get me off.”

Suddenly, she felt his member growing and pushing against her leg.” “Is that so,” he murmured, also into her ear. “Let me have a go, then.”

She smiled broadly and nodded to him. Slowly, and with great tenderness, he unbuttoned her robe, sliding off the clothing she wore underneath one piece at a time and kissing the creamy skin each item left exposed as her did so. “Hermione,” he scolded, as he pulled off her pleated skirt, “you aren’t wearing any panties.”

She smiled slyly at him, and felt him continue, moving his tongue across her body, sending sharp shivers of ecstasy through her as he traced lines across her nipples, down between her breasts, and straight to her bellybutton. He kissed her forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks, then brought his lips to hers, savoring her kiss with his wicked tongue. Hermione felt as though she were going to melt in his arms.

He moved to the couch, arranging cushions and pillows so that everything was flush with the armrest. Gently, he pushed her back so that her legs were still dangling on the floor and her bottom was perched on the arm of the sofa. He knelt down with his head between her knees, pushed her thighs slightly apart, winked at her, and drove his tongue into her hot, moist slot.

She felt a flood of heat rushing through her, and grabbed involuntarily at his hair, using it to guide his mouth around her folds. She could feel him licking and sucking at her hard nub, and moaned with pleasure. His fingers soon joined in his oral escapade, and she could feel her body flush, feel the tension grow within her. The moment of release was upon her and she flooded him with her juices as she came in a rush of heat and fervor, her whole body quivering with life and sensation in the most profound sense imaginable.

Harry grinned up at her, and then removed his own robes. “There, now, Hermione,” he said in a soft voice. “You shouldn’t be so tight now.” As if to prove this, he drove three fingers into her and the pain was less then it had been before with two. Still smiling, he used her juices to wet down his thick member, stroking himself with the natural lubricant before sliding easily into her.

“How do you want it,” He asked her, pushing sweaty tendrils of her hair way from her face. “Do you like it slow,” he questioned, pushing himself inside her with large, lazy circles, and suckling on her large breasts, “or are you into the hard stuff.” He stood up, grabbing her shoulders, and pulling her to him, pounding her with and urgent rhythm that made her body feel like jelly. “Perhaps,” he grinned, “we should try a bit of both.”

He started slowing, nipping and sucking with his mouth all along the top of her body while keeping a nice steady rhythm as he moved inside of her. He whispered into her ear, used his fingertips to rub against her clit, and traced her lips with his tongue. Slowly, he explored her breasts, first tracing their outlines with his fingers, and then pulling her hardened nipples into his mouth, nipping slightly at her as he did so.

His tempo continued to quicken within her, and she could feel the surge of heat starting again. He grasped the top of her hips to steady their bodies as he swung back and forth, standing now, driving himself inside of her as deeply as he could manage. She moaned with pleasure, and he moved even faster until his actions seemed inhuman. There was a slight sense of vibration and a distance soreness as he pushed for more, trying to hold off his own climax until he could bring her to one.

At last he could last no longer, and he released. She felt the flood of him within her, and felt the tensions sweep her own body as he moved his finger to her clit and began rubbing in fast, hard circles. “Come on baby,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

He kissed her full on the mouth, continuing to exploit her with his fingers. She felt the heat surge within her, and the now-familiar tension as she rose to join him in his release, her body meeting his and then falling away, spent and sweaty.

He kissed her gently, and helped her to clean herself with a wave of his wand, handing her her clothes and hugging her tightly against him. Without another word, he squeezed her hand and pulled her toward his own dormitory. She followed him, still clad in nothing but the moonlight.

They crept quietly inside, and she lay down beside him on the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around her as he fell off into sleep. She lay awake, feeling nothing for the boy beside her except for a distant gratitude at the acts he had preformed with her and a hot flush of lust. She wondered if the potion had worn off, and decided that it must have by now. Shamefully, she shook her head. So, it wasn’t all the potions fault after all. Hermione Granger was simply a whore who could not be satisfied for long. She had just needed an excuse to find out.

She lay quietly, her breathing shallow, waiting for torniorning and going over in her mind all of the people she would like to fuck with, and all of the power her new found pleasure could bring her.

Suddenly, she heard the rustle of footsteps, and felt a rof cof cold as the hangings around the bed were drawn open. She glanced at Harry’s bedside clock. Four in the morning. She looked up to see the face of Dean Thomas leering down at her. “Oy,” he shouted to his roommates, “Harry’s got Hermione naked in his bed.”

Neville, Seamus and Ron scurried over, Seamus looking interested, Ron looking scandalized, and Neville appearing worried. Dean continued to leer, and she felt Harry sit up beside her, fumbling for his glasses in the deep darkness before the dawn.

She thought that Harry would tell them to shove off, but to her surprise, and delight, he did no such thing. He and Ron simply raised their hands in some bizarre ritual she wasn’t sure of the meaning behind, and Dean nodded. “So, you two,” he asked, looking at her best friends, “is she worth the initiation?”

They gave their approval, and Dean, Neville, Ron and Seamus scurried off, coming back seconds later having shed their robes. They were all stroking themselves in various states of arousal, and Hermione could feel her thirst for sex start to grown hot between her legs again, a flood of wetness lubricating her entrance

“What’s this all about,” she asked, pulling the blanket off and rubbing herself with one finger as she spoke to her fellow classmates.

“Well, Hermione,” said Dean, “we’re all friends here, and we all like to share. If you’re good enough for one of us, you’re goodugh ugh for all of us. We don’t all usually join in, but everyone’s wanted to poke the perfect prefect, you know,” he said, coming towards her, and grabbing her by the hair as he shoved his throbbing cock n her mouth.

“Get ready, Hermione,” said Ron, coming up behind her, and putting her on her knees as he slid his fingers inside of her pussy. “I know you’ve never had five men at once.

“Shut up, Ron,” said Seamus. “It’s time to fuck…