Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Back to School	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 24614 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of its characters, premises, or related information from either the books or movies. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
8 — Study Session

Inside, Hermione immediately pushed Dean back onto the sofa and jumped into his lap, kissing him fiercely. When they drew apart after a minute, she was panting.

“So we already took care of you cumming of Hermione Granger’s tits,” she said, “but are there any other fantasies I can tick off your list?”

“I wouldn’t mind fucking those magnificent tits,” said Dean. “Or that pretty face.”

“Not my ass?”

“I didn’t know that was on the menu…”

“It’s a favorite. How about we start with my mouth and my tits, though?”

Dean flicked his wand, transfiguring them into a state of near nudity. He wore a leather harness that accentuated his muscles and a leather ring that pushed his cock out nearly another full inch. Hermione looked down to see how Dean had dressed her, smiling at what she saw. A pink leather collar fitted with an O-ring wrapped around her neck, with a gold spade symbol dangling from the ring. Crotchless pink lace panties, matching stockings, and pink high heels completed the ensemble.

Dean sat back on the sofa and she knelt between his legs. Even though she was as desperate as ever for his cock, she decided to take things slow, and began by slowly and tenderly licking his substantial balls, pushing his cock to grow even bigger.

“For fuck’s sake, Hermione,” he groaned. Feeling impish, Hermione put her hands under Dean’s thighs and pushed upwards. He slid a little forward on the couch.

“Wha — ?”

He cut off when her tongue met his asshole, licking and probing eagerly. Hermione loved the taste of ass, and Dean’s was excellent: musky and tangy with sweat but not even a hint of anything offensive.

“You better get that fucking cock in you mouth, or we’re going to have a problem,” growled Dean after a minute or so of her attentions. Hermione laughed and gave him one final lick, forcing a bit of her tongue past the ring of muscle. Then she swooped upwards quickly and took as much of Dean’s cock as she could into her mouth. By this point he had swelled so much that she could only take about two thirds of him at first.

“Fucking cock tease,” growled Dean. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and, using the increased leverage of the position she had put him in, started to fuck her throat, bottoming out almost at once. Hermione darted a hand to her pussy, but he saw. “Oh no,” he said, chidingly. “You get to wait.”

A flick of his wand had her hands bound behind her back with thick silk cords. She moaned around his cock as he pumped into her throat without any concern for her comfort. Her pleasure quickly plateaued, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm but with no way to achieve her goal.

“Time for those tits,” said Dean. “But a little more punishment, too, I think.”

Hermione didn’t see what he did, but she did cry out when, suddenly, Dean’s cock left her mouth and a sharp pain lanced through her right nipple. She looked down to see a clamp fastened over the sensitive nub. She had just barely registered the presence of the first clamp when a second was fasted to her left nipple. The pain was exquisite; the pleasure, sublime, and only heightened when Dean attached a short chain to the first clamp and drew it across to the second. The tension of the thin chain tugging on both clamps amplified both the pain and the pleasure.

She could feel an orgasm approaching and moaned deep in her throat, unable to conjure words to mind at the moment. Dean leaned over her and let a glob of spit drip from his mouth onto her chest, where it slid into the cleft between her breasts. Dean shifted her so that she was leaning back, thighs and calves pressed together and breasts thrust upwards. Crouching slightly, Dean slid his well-lubed cock between her tits, pushing them apart and putting a delicious extra tension on the chain holding them together.

“These are some amazing tits, Hermione,” grunted Dean, as he thrust through the channel of flesh. “Wish I’d realized sooner…would’ve snatched you up before Ron got there…fuck…”

“You were too busy with Ginny,” teased Hermione, bending her head down to give the tip of Dean’s cock a quick suck as it thrust upwards.

“True,” he panted. “Hard not to get distracted by a tight little redhead who likes it up the ass and could suck the gold off a Snitch, but she’s got nothing on these tits…and I like a girl with a bit more of an ass, too. Speaking of…”

He took hold of the chain between her tits pulled her around, tugging downwards so that she was kneeling with her ass raised high and displaying her plugged hole to Dean.

“Ready and waiting, are we?” He asked.

“Almost always,” she replied, grunting in pleasure as he pulled the plug out of her and then moaning deeply in her throat as it was replaced by his tongue. He licked and kissed for several minutes before ramming his tongue as far up her ass as he could.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said. “Ask me for it.”

Hermione wiggled her ass suggestively.

“Fuck my ass, Dean!”

He obliged, of course, sinking his entire length into her arse in one agonizingly slow movement and then beginning to thrust with ever-increasing speed.

“Holy shit, this is a good ass,” he grunted.

“Fuck me, Dean!” Screamed Hermione. “Harder!”

Dean managed to oblige. Grabbing his wand, he conjured a leash, using it pull her head up. With her arms still bound behind her back, this cut her air off in a most agreeable way.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Yes!”

The final cry trailed off hoarsely as Dean increased the pressure around her neck and was accompanied by a gush of liquid from her pussy as he body entered as spasming orgasm.

Dean bellowed and slammed into her once more, and she felt hot seed splatter her insides as he came.

Finally, he released her arms and let the leash drop to the floor. Even as Hermione began to recover, he grabbed the discarded butt plug and slid it back into her ass, then he slumped back onto the sofa. Hermione moaned, getting to her hands and knees and then crawling up onto the sofa, too. She kissed Dean deeply and then, unbidden, lowered her head into his crotch to clean him off, taking his still hard cock into her throat. After a few minutes his sounds shifted from satisfied to aroused and Hermione could tell that he was ready to cum again. She slid from the couch, never letting his cock leave her mouth, and reached up to cup his balls.

“That’s it,” said Dean, relaxing back. “That’s it…right there…”

Hermione buried his cock to the hilt in her throat and held it for a few moments, swallowing repeatedly to massage his length and then pulled back again, swirling her tongue around his cock-head.

“Want to cum on my face this time?” She asked.

“More than you know,” grunted Dean. He levered himself up and took hold of his cock, angling it upwards so that his balls rested on Hermione’s face. “Play with yourself while I finish up.”

Opening her mouth and letting his balls settle into place, Hermione lowered her hands to her pussy, letting her fingers slide through her slippery folds, drenching them in her juices. One hand stayed where it was, dancing fingers over her clit, while she slide the other up Dean’s thigh, edging backwards until her slippery fingers found his hole. When she slipped a finger inside, Dean grunted. She curled the finger inwards and Dean’s hand began to move faster on his cock.

“Cover my face, Dean,” she purred. “Cover my pretty face with you hot cum.”

“Lean back,” ordered Dean. She obeyed, keeping her mouth open, and was almost immediately met with the first blast of cum. Rope after rope of thick white goo splashed across her face, plastering an eye shut and covering her tongue.

“Wow,” said Hermione, scooping cum from her forehead into her mouth, “that’s a lot of cum.”

“I aim to please,” said Dean. “Oh shit…I’ve got to run, Hermione…astronomy.”

“No worries,” said Hermione, still shepherding cum into her mouth, “See you tomorrow, Dean.”

Dean dressed hurriedly and sped towards the astronomy tower, leaving a still cum-drenched Hermione kneeling on the carpet. After a long minute, during which she finished the task of cleaning Dean’s cum from her face, she stood and unclipped the nipple clamps from her chest, gasping as blood flow returned to the hyper sensitive nubs. She removed the collar as well, but, rather than vanishing it, hung it (disguised to any eyes but hers and any sexual partners’ as a scarf) from her hatrack.

The rest of her ensemble she tossed into her clothes hamper as she dressed for a quiet evening, grabbing an old, well-worn T-shirt that Tonks had originally stollen from Sirius and artfully torn into a midriff top that showed a hint of the bottom of her breasts, a pair of thigh-high cotton socks, and a pair of booty shorts. With a novel in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, she settled into an armchair near the fire.

She’d made it two chapters in when a soft knock on her door snapped her back to reality. Sighing, she put the book down and went to the door, which she opened on Draco Malfoy.

“I…” he began, and then turned bright red, reminding Hermione that she was nearly half naked. Even so, she was comfortable and wasn’t about to cover up on Malfoy’s behalf.

“Can I help you, Draco?” She asked.

“Sorry,” he said, still blushing, and staring at the ground. “I’ve been trying to figure out the problem that Flitwick gave me the other day before our lesson tomorrow, and I just can’t wrap my head around it. I’m usually good at charms, but for whatever reason…”

“You’d like my help?”

“If…if you don’t mind. I know it’s late, and you obviously weren’t expecting anyone, so…”

“Come in,” she said, stepping aside. “Want a drink?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been enjoying the privilege of our new status and the house elves brought me some wine. Want some? I’ve got beer, too. And a full bar cart.”

“Wine is good,” said Malfoy. “Thanks.”

She handed him a glass after refreshing her own and summoning her charms materials to the table in front of the sofa, aware as she sat down next to Malfoy that she’d recently had Dean’s cock in her mouth almost this exact position and that she still had a load of Dean’s cum in her ass. She wasn’t sure if the smell of sex that filled her nose was real or her imagination, either.

“Okay,” she said. “Where are you getting mixed up? We’ll walk backwards from there.”

After an uneventful half an hour or so, they found what had been mixing Malfoy up: a simple missed step early in the process that made it impossible for him to arrive at the right solution. Hermione offered a mnemonic that would help him keep things in order in the future.

“Thanks again, Hermione,” he said, shuffling his notes back into order. “Such a dumb mistake…I don’t know where my head’s been.”

Hermione had a good idea what the answer to that puzzle was, and she felt a wicked urge to further exploit the situation.

“Want another glass of wine? Might as well finish this bottle.”

“I guess, so. Thanks.” He accepted the refill and she leaned back towards the arm of the sofa, fully aware that the angle would make her underboob even more pronounced. He squirmed a little and then stared straight forward, focused on his wine.

“I really wish television worked here,” said Hermione. “It’d be great to be able to sit back and watch something mindless at the end of the day.”

Malfoy grunted something noncommittal.

“But I guess we’re stuck with conversation,” she sipped her wine. “Any idea why your head’s been fuzzy? Is it just people screwing with you? You weren’t exactly the most popular person before things either…is it really that much worse?”

“I think I’m just more…self-aware? Like before, I just ignored people. I figured that I was better than them and their attitude was just jealousy. But then I started seeing what the people I was surrounded by were really like…how inauthentic they were. Even when they were winning, they were still miserable. And none of them had anyone’s genuine respect. There was plenty of fear and obedience, but no one liked anyone else. And then everything ended, and I saw how much joy there was afterwards. People had achieved something without it being all about personal elevation or glory. They were happy doing something that benefited people who’d never know what they’d been saved from.”

He took a big gulp of wine. His words were starting to come out in a slurred rush, but Hermione let him continue, more than a little intrigued.

“And I looked at myself real hard. All I was was swagger and fakery. I actually considered for the first time ever that I was just a regular person. I’m not special because my family is rich. I started seeing people for who they were. Potter…Harry…was never a glory hound. I just projected that onto him. I assumed that he’d be like me, because he came from money, too. But he’s just a person doing his best after being forced into something I’m sure he’d rather have nothing to do with. And Ron…I mocked him for being poor, but then I see how much his family cares for each other, and how confident he turned out to be, going from all gangly and awkward to a…well…”

Another sip of wine. He was really on a roll now.

“And then there’s you,” he fluttered a hand. “I made fun of you for years. Really I was just jealous of your brain. Every single day, you’d show that everything I was brought up to believe was bullshit. I couldn’t take it, you know. So I made fun of how you looked, how you didn’t have friends — even though you had more than I did! I gave you every excuse to hate my guts forever, and then you turn around and help me with my classwork! You’re the only person who’s even used my first name since…since I can’t even remember! And all the time’s I made fun of your hair or your teeth, when you’ve always just been so fucking sexy and…”

He paused, eyes wide.

“Sorry, I…I don’t know where that came from. I should go.”

He made to get up, but Hermione leaned over and put a hand on his leg.

“Don’t go. I appreciate your honesty. Really, I can’t imagine being in your place. Sure, you acted like a dick, and you got backed into doing some awful shit, but I’ve always seen the scared little boy hiding behind the mask. And I think that answers why you’ve been so disoriented. You’re being honest with yourself about your feelings at the same time that I’m embracing some new things about myself. You found me sexy when I was just wearing my ordinary uniform and not caring about my appearance, but now I’m embracing my sexuality and it’s hitting you like a double punch.”

He gulped.

“I sort of feel bad,” she continued. “I’ve been teasing you a bit.”

“I’d noticed,” he said, meekly. “I…I like it.”

“You like being teased?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm,” she said, her hand still on his leg. “What did you think about earlier tonight? When I was teasing you in the library?”

She felt a minute pulse in his trousers.

“For a while, I was just thinking about, you know…how good you looked, and then I uh…”

“Got a glimpse of my knickers?” She began to shift her hand as subtly as she could.

“Lacy. Sexy. And thinking about…” he gulped. “Thinking about you just wearing stuff like that, and then, well…then you bent over and…”

He was definitely hard now, though judging by the lack of tenting, he was obviously on the smaller side. She let her motion become slightly more obvious.

“What if I told you that I was headed back here so that Dean could fuck me?” He groaned, and, as she moved her hand up to squeeze his crotch for real, she added “In the ass.”

He gasped and she felt liquid squirt beneath her fingers, seeping through the fabric of his trousers.

“You liked hearing that, I see,” she purred. She leaned close, hand still in place. “Does Draco like hearing about Hermione Granger taking a big black cock in the ass? Would he like to hear more?”

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

Hermione brought her hand up to face level and examined it briefly before licking each finger, carefully maintaining eye contact as she did so.

“If you want to hear more, you need to get naked. Right now. And then grab another bottle for me. Or a brandy, actually.”

Draco stood, and quickly shed his clothes. His body was lean with softly defined muscles and almost entirely hairless bar some wispy chest hairs and a soft white-blonde down above his cock. Said appendage wasn’t as small as she’d suspected, but was still well below average, likely a little smaller even than Harry’s. She thought that he looked like Donatello’s David.

He handed her a glass of brandy.

“Good boy,” she said, causing his cock to twitch. “Where was I…oh, yes…”

And so she teased him with her adventures with Dean and hints about her recent session with Demelza and Martin. Mention of her prohibition on male orgasms without permission caused Draco’s cock, already at full mast, meager as that was, to swell even more noticeably.

“Oh, we like that idea, do we?”

“Yes.”

“You’d like me to tell you when you’re allowed to cum?”

“Yes…please…”

“Of course. But given what happened earlier, I don’t want to take any risks. I think we’ll need some assistance.” She flourished her wand, briefly, summoning a pair of underwear in need of a wash. The knickers drifted towards Malfoy’s cock and settled there, hardening and shrinking into a small white nub of plastic-like substance. A second flick of the wand summoned a hair clip, which reshaped itself into a lock to hold the newly created cage in place.

“There. Perfect. What do you say, Draco?”

“Thank you for making sure I don’t have any more accidents, Hermione.”

“You’re welcome. Good boy. Now, I’ve done so much for you, I think you need to do some things for me.” She slid her shorts down her legs. “I bet you’d love to lick my pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“More than anything, Hermione,” whined Malfoy.

“You might earn that privilege eventually, Draco. But I actually had something different in mind for tonight. Remember how I told you about Dean pumping my ass full of cum a few hours ago? Well, he really buggered me good, and I think some attention from your tongue is just what it needs. What do you think about that?”

“Anything you say, Hermione,” said Malfoy. “Anything.”

“I’m glad that’s your attitude.” She slid the plug out of her ass. “Lie on the floor.”

He obeyed and Hermione lowered her asshole over his mouth. His tongue stretched eagerly out to meet her as she settled into place, sighing in contentment. Malfoy threw himself into his task, circling his tongue around her rosebud and then thrusting it past the ring of muscle. Moaning, Hermione felt Dean’s cum slipping out of her, and could hear Malfoy swallowing eagerly.

“That’s it, you dirty boy,” she teased, “eat Dean’s mudblood cum out of my mudblood ass. Good boy…good boy…yes…yes! YES!!!”

She came, letting her full weight rest momentarily on Malfoy’s face before rolling to the side.

“You were very good, Draco.”

“Thank you, Hermione.”

“You were so good, that, if you do a few things for me, you’ll get some very nice rewards. What do you think?”

“Anything!”

“Good. First: you can call me ‘Mistress’ when were playing together. Second, I wan’t you to be hairless from the neck down when I see you next. And do it the muggle way: with a razor, or better yet, with wax. Third, you’ll wear these under your clothes tomorrow and show me before out lesson with Professor Flitwick.”

She held out her butt plug and the pink crotchless panties that Dean had made for her earlier that night. To her great delight, Malfoy pulled the panties up his legs and then offered the plug back to Hermione.

“Would you plug me, Mistress?” He asked.

“Have you ever had a plug in you, Draco?” She asked.

“No, but…” he grimaced. “Daphne used to peg me. She said that it was the price to date her and for her not to tell anyone how small I am.”

“Boys,” said Hermione, sarcastically. “You’re the only one’s who thinks that’s important…sure I love a big cock, but I can get off on small ones, too, and besides…vaginal orgasms aren’t everything: your tongue has serious potential. But, I’m glad this won’t be the first thing in your bum. Turn around.”

Malfoy turned around and, with being told, knelt on the floor, presenting his ass to her. Hermione tapped it with her wand, lubing it, and then slowly eased the plug into him. He groaned loudly, but the groan quickly became a moan of pleasure and a thick strand of precum leaked out of his caged cock.

“Very good, Draco,” she said. “Now, it’s late, and I’d like a little sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow for inspection. Remember your instructions.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, pulling his clothes on over his panties.

Hermione watched him leave and then closed the door. She ran a hand through her hair.

It was turning out to be a very interesting year.
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Back to School