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Hermione Granger's Final Year	By : CharlotteStrong Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Bet

She’d made it through her first week. And, all things considered, it could’ve been worse. She’d attended all her lessons, done all her homework, and scored full marks of Professor Vector’s start-of-term Arithmancy test.
And now she had the weekend ahead of her, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She wasn’t even sure if she was held by the same rules of the students, who weren’t permitted to leave the castle grounds except on special weekends. She’d see what Ginny and Luna were doing.

She was just on her way up to the Gryffindor common room, however, when she was confronted by two people. Pansy Parkinson, slim and attractive, was flanked by Crabbe. The two of them had smug looks on their faces, and as Hermione made to pass them, they stepped into her path.
“Granger,” Pansy said with a smile. “Just the girl we were looking for.”
“Good evening,” She replied tightly. “And just why were you looking for me?”
“We thought it’d be nice to have a quick catch-up with our fellow resit student.”
“Nice? What do you know about nice?”
“Must we bicker even now? We’re together for the year. I thought we could get better acquainted, despite our differences.”
“Well, I suppose… I suppose that would be nice.”
“See,” Pany turned to Crabbe, “I told you she’d come round.”
“Well if that’s all you want then I’ll be on my way.”
“Oh, that’s not all we want, no, no, no,” Pansy said, suddenly business-like. “There’s actually a second reason, now we’re all friends and everything.”
“I didn’t say anything about friends, I just-”
“I had a bet with Crabbe,” she cut her off. “If he came bottom in his Charms test, he’d have to give me head.”
Hermione looked aghast. “So?”
“So, in a moment of stupidness, I forgot he was in the same class as Goyle.”
Crabbe chuckled.
“So why don’t you just pay up instead of cornering me in a corridor?”
“Oh, no, Granger, that wasn’t the arrangement. See, I don’t want to go down there. I prefer to save my tongue for more appetising ventures. The bet was that he came bottom, he had to give me head. If he didn’t, you have to give him head.”
“That’s not how bets work,” Hermione said, taking another step backwards.
“Well, we thought about it long and hard it, and in the end that’s what Crabbe said he wanted. And, for your assurance, long and hard isn’t something you’re going to be treated to.”
“Treated to? Absolutely not!”
“Why not, Granger? What’s wrong with Crabbe?”
“Where do I begin? And besides, by all accounts, if you take after your mother, then you’ll do a fine job yourself. That’s right, isn’t it? She sucked you a place here for a final year?”
“My mother is a woman of many talents, but we designed this forfeit for you.
“Risk and reward. I bet you’d never put yourself out.”
“You say that, but I’ve had my fair share in the past.”
“How long has this arrangement been going on?”
“Never you mind about that. Just you mind about getting on your hands and knees for Crabbe over here,” she smiled.
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done for him? Finished his homework? Given him your dinner?”
“Oh, don’t underestimate me, Granger, I’m no swindler of forfeit. You see these fat, chubby fingers?” She took Crabbe’s huge hand and held it forth. “I’ve had to have these things where you wouldn’t believe.”
“What…” Hermione’s eyes widened. “You’re not expecting me to…”
“Oh no, not this time.”
“Just my cock in your mouth,” Crabbe grunted.
Pansy put her hand on Hermione’s back and guided her towards an open classroom door. “This room is empty. You can do it in here.”
“No, wait!” she protested.
“Don’t worry, Granger. It’ll be over quickly. And believe me when I say I’m speaking from experience.”
“But…”
She was going to push herself away, to run back to Gryffindor Tower, to find… someone! But just then, Crabbe took his trousers off, and all Hermione could do was stand in shock.
“I’ll wait outside, shall I?” Pansy said.
“No!” Hermione spluttered, recovering herself. “You can’t make me do this!”
“No one’s making you, Granger. We’re all adults here. Don’t tell me you’ve never held a dick before, or even sucked one.”
“Yes… but him!”
“Well… you could become part of our little… ring.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not all punishment. Risk and reward, that’s what you said, is it not. You lost this one, but I’d wager there’d be opportunities in the future for you to get your revenge.”
“How?”
“They’re not so bright,” she whispered. “You have to do the occasional unsavoury deed, but the rest of the time… the rest of the time, if I place my bets carefully, I get the reward. Crabbe’s face may as well be my second pillow. Imagine, dropping yourself over those chubby lips. And just look at him. Look at the size of both of them. You know they know how to eat.”
By the desk, Crabbe had finished disrobing himself, and stood to attention.
“I’ll wait outside, shall I?” Pansy said.

Pansy left the room, quietly closing the door behind them. And as she did Hermione did not follow, did not push past her. And from outside, Pansy pressed her ear to the door.
“Right, let’s get this over with,” she heard Hermione say, and heard her position herself on her knees.
“Did you ever think you’d be doing this, Granger?” Crabbe chortled, and Pansy could imagine the look of glee on his face.
There was a splutter, and a gag of repulsion.
“You got to keep it in,” she heard Crabbe say.
Then there was a slurping sound, and the soft beats of Hermione’s head began to move up and down. There was another splutter, and Pansy imagined Crabbe holding her head into him. She sped up, and after not long at all she heard Hermione make a gagging sound, and knew it was over.
Without warning, there were footsteps, and Pansy hurriedly removed herself from the audible vicinity. The door opened and Hermione appeared, hair dishevelled as she wiped something from her face.
“Enjoy that, Granger?”
“Any bets going forward, involving me,” she said, “will be made by me!”
Pansy watched her as she marched away, and smiled. She was now in the circle. With any luck, she’d be back soon with a bet of her own. And then the real fun would begin.
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