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5 - Lessons

Hermione sighed, remembering that first night with Harry and all that had followed.

Harry’s submissiveness came, she knew, not from the size of his penis but from his feelings of helplessness that arose from having the massive weight of expectation placed on him from such a young age. Everyone expected great things from him, but at his heart he was just a shy young man who just wanted to be loved. His submission was a reflection of that desire for belonging and to be freed from expectations.

She didn’t see the same thing in Martin by any means, but she recognized his submissiveness. She saw the same thing, though to a lesser extent, in Demelza.

“Let’s see what we’re working with. Both of you. Strip.”

Martin looked briefly petrified, but Demelza practically shot out of her clothes.

“Come on, Martin,” she said, urging him on. “You we’re saying just yesterday how hot you think Hermione is…are you really going to pass the up?”

Blushing, Martin unbuttoned and removed his shirt and then his trousers. Hermione sipped her drink, taking in Demelza’s curvy little body as it became exposed to her. When Martin lowered his boxers to the ground his little penis stood at meager attention. She was a little sad for Demelza and briefly considered trying to break the pair up…even Harry looked at least average when compared to Martin. She quickly dismissed the thought. A small penis was no reason to break up on its own. So long as the pair genuinely liked each other, they could work through things.

Demelza was adorable. She had a little bit of baby fat around her hips and a neat triangle of orange hair between her legs. Her breasts looked large on her small frame and were capped with small, light pink nipples.

“Kiss.” She said, watching as the two obeyed. She moistened a little as she watched Martin’s hand roam Demelza’s body.

“Good. Now…do you want to learn?”

“Yes, Hermione!” Said Demelza, eagerly.

“Yes, Hermione,” said Martin, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Will you obey me? I won’t ask you to do anything harmful, but I’d like you to trust me. Say ‘Yes, Mistress Hermione’ if you understand and agree.”

The said it in a breathless unison, making her smile.

“Very well.”

She rose to her feet and waved her wand. Her garments vanished, replaced by an outfit that she had worn many times in the months when she and Harry had traveled the countryside alone: knee-high wine-red leather boots, a matching leather micro skirt, and a leather vest which hung open, just barely concealing her breasts. A whispered spell caused the air around her wand to fuzz, revealing the pearly outline of a riding crop. It was an outfit that she adored: surprisingly comfortable and easy to move in, easy access to everything she might want access to, but commanding and alluring at the same time. Its effect on Demelza and Martin was exactly what she hoped it would be.

“Wow,” said Demelza.

“On your knees,” said Hermione. “Both of you.”

They obeyed, and she stepped forward to rest a hand on each of their heads.

“Let’s start with you, Martin,” she said, cupping his chin in one hand. “I want to see what we’re working with.” She hiked her skirt up the scant inch needed to reveal her bare pussy. “I want you to worship me. Give me everything you’ve got.”

Martin dove in, practically jamming his face into her crotch and licking at a frenzied pace. Hermione let him go on for a few moments before swatting him across the ass with her riding crop and pulling his head away.

“No,” she said, simply and firmly. “I can’t believe that Demelza said that this is an improvement on something.” She shot a glare at the other girl and snapped her fingers, pointing at the couch. “Lie down and spread your legs. Apparently I need to show you what you’re missing.”

While Martin blushed, Demelza lay back and spread her legs. Hermione knelt down between her parted thighs and kissed her gently right where the flesh became soft and pillowy. Demelza moaned and Hermione continued to kiss up her thigh. When she reached the other girl’s glistening mound she inhaled deeply and leaned in until her lips just barely tickled her pubic hair. Demelza squirmed, trying desperately to make contact between her cunt and Hermione’s mouth. Hermione suddenly began to kiss down the other thigh, further from the girl’s core.

“Please…” whimpered Demelza.

“Please, what?” Asked Hermione, wickedly.

“I need it, Mistress Hermione…please lick my pussy. Show Martin how to do it! Please!”

As the final word left her lips, Hermione pounced, giving the girl a single long stroke of her tongue from the bottom of her pussy right up to the clit and then jerking away as Demelza bucked her hips. Then, she settled in, licking in slow circles around the other girl’s clit. Tenderly and slowly, she teased Demelza towards an orgasm, never stopping, but not increasing her tempo too rapidly, either. Within a matter of minutes, Demelza was on the brink of an orgasm.

“Beg for it,” said Hermione, looking up to meet the other girl’s eyes.

“Please, Mistress…please…please may I cum?”

“Tell Martin what it feels like.”

“I’m sorry, babe…I’ve never felt this before! It’s so good…I can’t…it’s perfect! You’ve never even gotten me close to this point! Please, Mistress!”

“Cum for me,” said Hermione, giving one last swipe of her tongue to Demelza’s enflamed clit. The younger girl screamed and her pussy gushed with liquid. Her body trembled and then went stiff. Hermione settled back on her heels, watching in satisfaction, and waiting for Demelza to re-obtain conscious thought.

“Your turn, Demelza,” she said, jumping onto the couch. “Show me what you’ve learned. Martin, you’d better be watching carefully!”

Demelza leaned over and emulated Hermione as best she could. After a few moments Hermione took hold of her hair and guided her. For the next half hour, Hermione gave instruction to the pair as first Demelza and then, with much coaching, Martin, gave her a series of satisfactory orgasms.

“Good boy,” said Hermione, stroking Martin’s hair. “Now I think Demelza has earned a reward, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So…should she get an orgasm from your tongue or from this?” She waved her wand and her favorite strapon flew from the other room to settle around her waist. It was modeled on Ron’s cock, and fused seamlessly with her body, allowing her to take pleasure from it, and, through an absurdly complex series of charms, to cum through it. A further charm, which she didn’t plan on using tonight, would let Ron feel what she felt through the cock, regardless of how far apart they were. They’d had quite a bit of fun with that feature over the summer, with Hermione using the strapon on Ginny, Luna, and several other other partners while Ron was at auror training.

Martin licked his lips.

“What do you think Demelza would prefer?”

Martin moaned and squirmed, his penis clearly becoming uncomfortably tight in its minuscule prison.

“I think she’d rather take your cock, Mistress,” he answered at last.

“That’s the right choice,” said Hermione, as Demelza, nearly drooling with anticipation, nodded her agreement. “I’d like you to get it wet for me.”

“But I’m not gay!” Protested Martin. Hermione put her hands on her hips.

“Do I look like a man to you?”

“No, Mistress…of course not.”

“So what’s the problem, then?”

Martin squirmed uncomfortably. If he was actually opposed to the idea of sucking her cock, he would have refused. The pretense of not wanting to seem gay was exactly the sort of thing that a closet bisexual — or just someone who wanted to submit, but didn’t want to do so too eagerly — would say. Harry had told her a great many things about his journey towards accepting his sexuality, and that information was paying off, now. Hermione suspected that Martin’s submission ran even deeper than Harry’s, and she intended to awaken it, and Demelza’s dominance, as fully as she could, though that would likely take more than one night.

Martin crawled towards her and very tentatively reached up to take hold of her strapon. She moaned as his fingers caressed the shaft and then again when his lips brushed against the head.

“That’s it. Suck your Mistress’s cock.”

Martin opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the first few inches into his mouth. Demelza slid off the couch to kneel at Martin’s side, her eyes locked on the massive cock that was, inch by inch, making its way further into her boyfriend’s mouth. Judging by Martin’s erection, he was enjoying this as much as they were.

“Eager little slut, aren’t you?” Asked Hermione, looking at Demelza.

“Yes, Mistress! Your cock looks so tasty!”

“I want Martin to get some experience. You can learn later. For now, you can lick my ass…and then I’ll fuck you senseless.”

Demelza scurried around behind Hermione and spread her cheeks, working her tongue into Hermione’s asshole, treating it with all the skill she had recently acquired. Hermione stroked Martin’s cheek as he continued to suck, still not able to get part the first four inches of the cock, but eagerly caressing her length with his tongue.

“I think it’s time for Demelza to get fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Said both kneeling teens, eagerly.

“Then beg me.”

“Please fuck Demelza, Mistress Hermione! Please! I want to watch her cum on your cock!”

“All right then. Into the bedroom. Martin: lie on your back. Demelza: lie on top.”

As she knew they would, they obeyed with alacrity.

“I want you to tell him how it feels, Demelza. Especially compared to when you’ve let Martin have sex with you.”

Hermione rubbed the tip of her cock against the girls opening, teasing her, and then slid inside, loving the feel of Demelza’s slippery folds against her cock. She had yet to get used to the experience, but loved it immensely. The girl grunted as Hermione forced her cock into her to the hilt and then stopped with her hips pressed against Demelza’s upturned ass.

“Nice and tight,” she said, satisfied. “How’s it feel, Demelza?”

“So good, Misstress! So good! Martin, she’s filling me like I’ve never been filled before. Merlin! It feels perfect!”

Hermione fucked her in that position for a time, and then instructed Demeza to ride her, allowing Martin to lick the base of her shaft while she did so.

Next, she lined the pair up in a 69 position so that Martin could Demelza out while Hermione plowed into her harder and herder. Demelza largely ignored Martin’s enflamed erection bobbing inches from her face, and Martin was too focused on her pleasure to handle things himself.

“Fuck!” Screamed Demelza. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me!”

Hermione happily obliged, hammering into the girl as hard as she could, rotating her hips so that each thrust gave the most pleasure possible.

“Cum for me,” she grunted, feeling her own orgasm approaching. Demelza shrieked as her orgasm hit, and Hermione came with her, spurting magically-conjured semen into her cunt.

“Can I cum, too, Mistress?” Asked Martin, pitifully.

“No,” said Hermione, sliding her cock out of Demelza and letting the girl roll off of Martin. “You need to learn that Demelza’s pleasure always comes before yours. She’ll decide when you get to cum again.” She glanced at the wall clock. “Right now, the two of you need to get to bed. It’s almost curfew.”

After ordering the two younger students to kiss her feet in thanks, Hermione watched as the dressed quickly and gathered their school materials. Demelza seemed to be glowing, and Martin looked determined.

“You’ll practice everything I showed you and be back here for more tutoring on Thursday. Martin, if you want to cum, you need permissions from either Demelza or myself. Understand? Good. No wanking tonight.” ordered Hermione. The two nodded, gave a chorus of “Yes, Mistress,” and hurried back to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff dormitories. Hermione still felt incredibly horny and decided to take advantage of her lack of a curfew. Conjuring a new (and moderately more appropriate) outfit, she left her room and headed for Dean’s.

She knocked on Dean’s door and waited. There was no answer. She knocked again, louder.

“For fuck’s sake, Granger, he’s not in,” drawled a familiar voice. She spun and saw Malfoy just emerging from a nearby staircase. “But I could hear you halfway across the bloody castle.”

Hermione glared at him and, as before, his bravado melted away.

“Sorry. It wasn’t actually that loud. I passed Thomas on his way to his private Astronomy lessons.”

“Thank you,” said Hermione, coldly, turning to go. A hand caught her arm and she spun, her wand coming up to jab into Malfoy’s throat. He backed away, raising his hands.

“I…I wanted to thank you for agreeing to what Professor Flitwick asked. I never would have asked either of you to do that, but I probably couldn’t have stood being in class with some of the other students…I…I know that I deserve what they say, but it’s hard.”

Hermione softened.

“You don’t deserve to be bullied. No one does. You were brainwashed and did some terrible things, but you’ve started to make amends. I’m happy to share my lessons with you. You were always better at Charms than me anyways. Just try not to be a prick.”

“I’ll try,” he said, blushing a little. “Thank you…Hermione.”

He rushed off before she could respond. In slight shock, Hermione realized that it was the first time he’d ever used her first name. Shaking her head, she headed back towards her room, almost immediately literally bumping into Professor McGonagall.

“Sorry professor,” she said. “Head in the clouds.”

“It’s quite all right, Miss Granger. I trust you’re enjoying your new freedom.”

“Oh, yes, professor.” Suddenly gripped by inspiration, she asked, “I was just wondering: how does one make a pensive? I thought of it while I was doing some reading, and it’s sort of like an itch I just need to scratch. I though I would ask Professor Slughorn, but I remembered that he’s not living in the castle this year.”

“That’s an extremely difficult task, Miss Granger, and not one that Professor Slughorn would have been able to help you with. I’m no expert either…mine barely works. Professor Dumbledore was really the only wizard in the last century who managed it. But…”

She waved her wand and a moment later a dusty book soared through the air and hovered next to Hermione.

“This is Professor Dumbledore’s treatise on the pensive. It’s…a little obtuse, but you’re welcome to try your hand at it. It’s unlike any other magic that I’ve ever come across. But your mind is remarkable. You may be able to crack it. Good night, Miss Granger.”

Hermione bade the Professor good night and returned to her room. Her impulsive desire to create a pensive had been driven by lust; namely, the ability to relive sexual encounters of her past. Now however, it was a puzzle.

Back in her rooms she brewed tea, lit a fire in her study, and got to work. By two in the morning she had a stack of notes that seemed to be as large as the book, was on her third pot of tea, and was feeling triumphant. She rose, waving her wand in a complex arc that she’d practiced on-and-off for that last few hours while muttering a long incantation in a nearly dead dialect. The air in front of her warped and began to glow; a large plinth of what looked like stone began to form out of that glowing nothingness, a shallow crystalline bowl atop it. With a thunk, the plinth solidified and dropped to the floor. Hermione stood in front of it, smiling with grim satisfaction and raised her wand to her temple, drawing forth a shimmering strand of memory.

She let the strand fall into the basin, where it swelled, seeming to fill the bowl with a pearly mist. In it, an image formed of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch as seen from the stands. She smiled, bringing her face close to the surface. Her nose touched the surface and she felt herself jolt downwards.
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