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Better Than The Fairer Sex	By : Solenthis Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 28500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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So far, the afternoon had been a very busy one for Hermione. It wasn’t, however, over just yet; Madame Saint-Clair still had to assign Hermione to a dormitory, and then there was the matter of moving in.

“How exactly is housing handled here, Headmistress?” she asked once they had returned to Saint-Clair’s office.

“It’s fairly straightforward, I should think,” she said as she consulted a clipboard. “Every student shares a dormitory with three other girls, though there have been less in each dorm in the past, and sometimes more. More than anything, it depends on how many students there are.

“Each dormitory has a advisor that presides over the entire floor. They perform weekly inspections of the dorms, checking for things such as cleanliness, dorm morale. They also are there to help you with anything you may need; if they feel they are unable to help you, you will be sent to me.

“Dorm assignments can be tricky things, especially for students acquired at the last minute. Although, seeing as how the school year hasn’t officially started yet, I’m sure we can find you somewhere to stay.”

Hermione wasn’t sure she had heard correctly. “Wait, Professor. How is it that the school year hasn’t started yet? I mean, I was already a few months in when I left Hogwarts and it’s almost November. What about when I landed in--?”

Madame Saint-Clair chuckled at Hermione’s questions. “We are different from other magic schools, Hermione. We are what is known as a magnet school; all of our students are recruited, not enrolled. We function on a different level than the other schools and, consequently, the school is run on a different sort of schedule.” Madame Saint-Clair couldn’t help allowing herself a small smile as she thought of her Canadian professor’s earlier incident as she finally said, “As for the professor you…’accosted’ earlier, always holds a small get-together right before the school year starts.”

Hermione listened and watched her new headmistress explain and smile as she reached the end. In fact, Hermione couldn’t help but smile herself; it really was rather funny. Getting back to business, Hermione asked, “Who will I be sharing by dorm with?”

“I do not know them personally, chere, or not yet, at least. It being the beginning of the year, I’m not going to know all of my students by name just yet. However, I do try to make it a point to try and get to know my students during their time here.

“But as for your dorm, I just found one for you; the only one left that had any space, it would seem. Room 2501.” Madame Saint-Clair gave the clipboard a quizzical look, only saying, “Perhaps you will have a centaur as your roommate.”

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Hermione stood staring at her luggage with a feeling of helplessness. She had already foregone wondering how it had gotten there(this was the wizarding world, after all.) and was now trying to wait for the solution for moving it to present itself.

She didn’t wait long.

“Do you need some help?” a voice behind Hermione said. Despite the initial shock, Hermione could tell that it was an American speaking, a resident of the South, it sounded like.

Hermione squeaked in surprise but quickly regained composure and turned. She had certainly expected an American, but she was also expecting someone human. Well, totally human anyway.

Before Hermione stood a pretty redhead not much taller than Hermione herself. She was wearing a red Lynard Skynard t-shirt and a denim skirt. She had hair down her back, emerald green eyes that almost seemed to sparkle, faint freckling on her cheeks and very small horns at her hairline. A quick look at the girl’s legs confirmed what Hermione had already surmised: this girl was a satyr. Her goat legs weren’t what Hermione would have expected, though; the fur was a pale brown and very soft and smooth like velvet.

Hermione was speechless. “D’ya hear me?” she asked, her Southern twang more prominent this time.

Hermione had finally come enough to her senses to speak again. “Yes, I heard you. Sorry about that; I didn’t think I would find myself talking to a—” She wasn’t quite sure how to phrase it without insulting the girl.

“A southern-fried satyr?” the girl asked, laughing. “Girl, just ‘cuz we’re in Greek myths, doesn’t mean we have to be Greek; Centaurs, neither, for that matter.” She didn’t saying anything but she could tell this newcomer was very relieved that she had taken it so well. “My name’s Holly; what’s your’s?

“Hermione.” Whether it was Holly’s humor or her accent, Hermione didn’t know, but she knew that she and Holly were already becoming friends. “I’m so glad that got the awkward parts out of the way.”

“Shee-oot!” Holly whooped. “Nothin’ awkward about being in a new school. They got me just last month, but this is the first day here for everyone. Now, if I had to guess, you need help moving your stuff up to your room.”

“Yes, Holly, I do. Would you mind?”

“You know, you sounded mighty sheepish just then.” Holly waited while Hermione realized what she had just said. They both burst into laughter. “But hell no, Hermione. Just tell me your room number.”

“2501,” she said.

“Really?” Holly asked. “That’s perfect! That’s my room; looks like you and me are ahead of the curve the others.” Holly sauntered over to Hermione’s luggage and proceeded to bend down and pick up the majority, until Hermione herself was left to carry only a small suitcase and a duffel.

Hermione’s eyes froze on Holly’s rear as she was bending over. Her skirt had lifted just enough to see her panties; a brilliant scarlet that matched her shirt. She could also tell, being human herself and therefore guilty of such a thing, that Holly’s groin had been shaved recently, showing total disregard to the fact that that part of her was goat. Hermione had never once even thought about any animal in that way but something about the way her bottom moved sent a stirring through her cock. She stared guiltlessly, until the hardening of her own dick snapped her back to reality; she prayed a silent, fervent prayer that no one had been watching.

Hermione picked up the last of her things just as Holly asked, “Ready to go?”. Hermione just nodded. The found the stairway and up they went. Holly was the first to ascend, putting Hermione behind her, and Holly’s bottom directly in Hermione’s eye line. Hermione’s eyes remained locked on that fine ass in front of her, but she somehow managed to not to have any accidents along the way.

As she ogled away, a though suddenly occurred to Hermione: It had looked as though there something else under Holly’s skirt; something that shouldn’t be there. But that was just insane. That couldn’t possibly be it. Could it?

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Hermione was surprised to see that the dorm was very much like being in Gryffindor tower. The living area, which featured a portrait of Madame Saint-Clair above the fireplace, and the kitchen were more modern, of course, but the beds almost looked like exact replicas of those in Hogwarts.

“It’s not that bad,” Holly said appraisingly. When they got to the bedrooms, she elbowed Hermione saying, “Those beds look like they’d be great for sex. Wanna take a test drive?”. She winked and laughed as she said the last. Hermione tried to laugh but she didn’t think it sounded very convincing. “Well,” Holly said at last, “let’s get you unpacked.”

“Sounds good,” was all Hermione could barely choke out.

They worked for hours, both of them unpacking, Hermione directing while Holly arranged everything. They broke into a sweat quickly as it had been rather warm in the bedroom Mostly due to her embarrassment in the stairwell, Hermione put away her clothes herself. By some miracle, they had managed to get everything put away.

And the best part, in Hermione’s opinion: There hadn’t been even a single twitch in her cock.

Once they were sure they were finished, both fell back onto Hermione’s bed. They just laid there, eyes closed, saying nothing as the sweat began to cool and turn clammy. Hermione, herself, was sure that she could fall asleep right then.

Finally, she spoke. “Thanks for your help, Holly,” she sighed.

“No prob, Hermione. I bet you would have done the same thing for me.”

Hermione didn’t answer but she realized she didn’t have to; yes, she would have helped Holly as she had helped. “You know what, Holly?” she finally asked.

“What’s that?”

“I’m glad I met you,” said Hermione. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d probably still be unpacking. Not to mention, you’re my first friend in this place. That means a lot to me.”

Holly said nothing at first, taking Hermione’s hand in her own. “Me, too, babe. Me, too.”

The girls then looked each other in the eyes. Holly touched light fingertips to Hermione’s cheek. Hermione began to speak but was stopped by Holly’s lips upon her own. It wasn’t a fierce kiss, but light, loving, as all first kisses are envisioned but rarely are. Hermione was startled at first, but soon closed her eyes and returned it.

“Hermione?” Holly asked, her voice possessed with a light huskiness.

“Yeah?” Hermione’s own voice mimicked Holly’s almost perfectly.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What it is?” Hermione asked.

“I like you. I mean, like you. It was as soon as I laid eyes on you; your hair, your eyes, your beautiful lips. It drove me wild, ya know? I—I think I love you.” Holly put a finger against Hermione’s lips when she tried to speak. “Just hear me out. You might think it’s silly to hear that from someone you’ve just met. But we satyrs are nature spirits; we’re more in tune with our emotions than people are. And I just know that there’s something between us.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but would you go out with me?”

Hermione looked at Holly before shifting her gaze downward. She said nothing. Small tears began to flow.

“Before you answer,” Holly said, “there’s something else you need to know. I mean, if you do decide to date me, you’re gonna find out anyway.” Holly sat herself up and stood up. She pulled a wand out of her skirt pocket as she took a few steps back. “I’m different from other girls, Hermione.”

I thought we already covered that, thought Hermione rather naively.

Holly took her wand and pointed it directly at herself. “Finite incantatem,” she said. There was a small glow at the wand tip which vanished immediately. As she quickly put her wand away, a very noticeable bulge was forming at Holly’s groin.

Even before Holly stripped of her panties and lifted her skirt, a very shocked Hermione could tell what it was: a penis rivaling her own; it was even human. Holly was just like her.

“Cat’s out of the bag,” Holly said. “I just wanted to make sure you knew what you would be getting into. Oh my god! You must think I’m a freak! I mean, I even made you cry.”

Holly started to cover herself, but stopped when she heard Hermione’s voice.

“Bombarda minimus,” Hermione said. With that, the clasp of her jeans ceased to hold, causing them to fall. Hermione watched Holly’s reaction to seeing her own prick within its cotton prison, the head barely poking out.

Both girls had bared their darkest secret to each other. Both were fully erect. Both were silent.

Finally, Hermione spoke. “You’re wrong, Holly. I don’t think you’re a freak because I’m just like you. I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember. And you didn’t make me cry because I thought you a freak; I cried because you’re the first girl in years that was willing to be my friend. Any girls I’ve ever been friends with, the friendship effectually died once they found out about me.” She walked to Holly and pulled her into a deep kiss. Once it was broken, “And yes, I will go out with you,” was all Hermione said.

Without another word, Holly quickly dropped to her knees. Before any questions could be asked, she pulled Hermione’s underwear down and began feeding on Hermione’s cock as though there had been a famine.

Hermione moaned loudly, almost screamed. Never had she imagined that a girl’s mouth could feel so good. She managed to regain enough composure to cast a soundproofing spell on the bedroom before losing herself once again.

“Oh my god,” Holly moaned between suckling. “Your cock is fucking delicious, Hermione.” Holly went deeper, her tongue probing and hugging every inch of the cock. It was the most absolutely glorious feeling Hermione had ever felt. She couldn’t take it anymore; she needed, wanted more.

It was at that moment that it occurred to Hermione to try something she had heard boys at Hogwarts talk about all the time. She first laced her fingers through Holly’s crimson hair and manually guided her mouth. In doing this, she discovered that it not only allowed her to penetrate Holly’s mouth further, but was also a turn-on for Holly herself, if her amplified moans were anything to go by. Suddenly, Hermione held tight Holly’s hair and thrust her cock as far down Holly’s mouth as it would go; only a single inch of Hermione’s massive dick remained visible.

Holly’s eyes widened. A small choking noise could be heard. She started coughing as Hermione pulled out completely. “Wow,” she finally said after catching her breath. “I didn’t think you’d be into deep-throat.”

“Me, neither,” Hermione replied.

“Well, then,” came Holly’s retort, “don’t stop on my account.”

With that, Hermione grabbed tight handfuls of Holly’s hair and resumed her assault. Guttural groans came from Hermione as she fucked Holly’s face; her mouth felt amazing, and her throat only made it better. She stopped long enough to pull Holly’s shirt off, then she rammed her cock back in while she squeezed Holly’s tits. Holly’s moans combined with her mouth, finally sent Hermione over the edge. With one last thrust, Hermione orgasm shot massive loads of cum into Holly’s mouth and down her throat. Even so, it came dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. Hermione drew out of her mouth, still cumming, shooting the remainder of her considerable load onto Holly’s mouth and tits. When she finally finished, Hermione fell back on her bed, drained.

Holly wasted no time in returning the favor. She found the pussy beneath Hermione’s massive dick and shot her fingers inside. Hermione almost screamed at the penetration. Holly’s hand pumped furiously, forcing pussy juices out of Hermione and coating her fingers. With her free hand, she alternated playing with Hermione’s breasts and nipples with viciously stroking her cock. A predatory smile appeared on Holly’s face as Hermione begged for her cock. Holly was all too happy to oblige.

She continued pumping Hermione’s dick as she opened her legs and grabbed he own dick and got into position. She nudged the tip against Hermione’s pussy, making her moan again. Without warning, Holly rammed into Hermione all the way to the hilt. Hermione’s scream was nearly enough to end Holly then and there, but she held on. She started to pump her hips, slow at first, slowly gaining speed. Within minutes, Holly was pumping as hard and fast as she could. The sound of pounding flesh filled the bedroom. The tits of both girls shook violently as they fucked. They moaned and cried and screamed in ecstasy and lust.

Holly couldn’t hold back any longer. She gave a few more hard thrusts before pulling out, stroking her cock with both hands at breakneck speed. It was almost painful for her as her load reached the tip. With one forceful squeeze from within, it all came pouring out. It splattered Hermione’s stomach, her tits, her face. Even her ass was covered in Holly’s cum.

When it was all over, Holly crawled over, with considerable effort, and laid next to Hermione. Despite the mess they were, the girls held each other. They kissed deeply, whispering to each other incomprehensible things, but neither cared what had been said; they had each other. After a quick bout of cleaning spells, they pulled the blankets over them and wrapped their arms around each other.

They still had tomorrow before the school year officially started. The rest of the unpacking could wait.
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