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Hermione was tidying her room. Despite being a hero of the resistance against Voldemort, one of the closest friends of Harry Potter, and all round smartest witch of her age, regaining some semblance of a normal life with her parents again meant doing as she was told sometimes.

Not that she was being all that diligent about it at the moment. She’d washed the clothes that had been strewn around the room, tidied up books and so on, but now she was sitting on her bed, idly gazing out the window.

It was while she was daydreaming, that the dark speck in the sky resolved itself into an owl heading her way. She brightened up. A Daily Prophet would break the monotony nicely. She went for her purse as the owl glided in and tapped on her window with its beak. As she pushed a knut into its pouch, she took the package it had been carrying.

“Thank you,” she said automatically to the owl, which took off again with a hoot as she closed the window. As she sat down, she realised it wasn’t a Daily Prophet that the owl had been bringing at all, it was magazine sized, but wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with brown string. Her heart began to beat a little faster as she unwrapped it, revealing a glossy magazine, with the picture of a beautiful, and extremely scantily clad witch on the front.

She flushed a deep red as her heart began really pounding. This was really it. What on earth had possessed her? Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned the cover. The magazine was called Pure Witchery, and if the cover hadn’t made it clear to anyone picking it up what was inside, the first page left no doubts. A bunch of smaller photos of young witches, ranging from mostly clothed to almost nude, listed each witch and what page she could be found on. Turning quickly past that first page, Hermione tried vainly to stop her heart from beating so fast. She couldn’t believe she was actually reading a wizarding porn magazine, and that wasn’t even the worst of it.

She focussed on the first girl. The page proclaimed her name to be Serra Garen, age 23, with a bra size of 32a. She was really quite pretty, thought Hermione, as the moving photograph caught her fluttering her eyelashes at the camera. Turning the page, the girl was revealed to be wearing a set of quidditch robes, although she was already in something of a state of undress. The girls curly brown hair hung over her shoulders as she unbuttoned the robe, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Despite her nervousness, Hermione was becoming aroused. Almost unconciously her left hand reached up to her right breast, squeezing gently through her vest. Across the page the young witch had removed her long Quidditch robe, revealing her small breasts. Hermione’s eyes flicked to the little column of text that was at the side of the page.

“So Serra,do your boyfriends like it when you wear Quidditch robes for them?”
“Oh yeah, they love it. Sometimes it gets them so hot that I don’t even get them off before they’ve got me bent over and they’re screwing me.”
“Wow! That’s quite an image!”
*giggles* “I bet. Maybe later I’ll give you a demonstration!”

Hermione turned the page, her hand now heading south to the junction of her legs. The witch on the page was facing away from the camera, but had pulled her trousers down slightly, so that her round ass cheeks were exposed. Quickly looking over to the next photo now, Hermione moaned slightly as she rubbed her pussy through her shorts. The girl was now completely nude, and a small patch of dark curls could be seen between her legs as she sat on the bed in the photo. Turning quickly to the next page, she rubbed herself a little harder as she saw the girl in the photo spread her legs open wide and reach down to touch her slit. Hermione could see that although the girl had a small patch of dark hair, she clearly removed some of it around her slit. She looked at the next picture, which showed the young witch rubbing her pussy, her mouth open with pleasure.

Eagerly Hermione turned the page, only to find an article. Frustrated, she turned back, then realised that the photoset had finished there. Skipping the article, she turned a couple of pages until she found the next model.

“Rachel Cross, Age 24, 32dd”, read the models bio. The girl was very slim, and dressed in a slightly eclectic muggle style, with a short purple skirt, black leggings, and a brightly striped top. Her blonde hair was just long enough to be tied back into a ponytail, and she was holding a violin. Across the page, she had dropped the violin on the bed, and was facing away from the camera, pulling off her top, occasionally looking back over her shoulder. Hermione quickly moved on, rubbing her pussy a little harder through the material of her shorts as the blonde witch sat with her legs spread, her leggings discarded and the skirt pulled up to reveal she was clearly wearing no knickers, although the violin had been strategically placed to hide her pussy.

“Oh, I wish I had tits like that,” Hermione muttered to herself. They were much bigger than her own, although quite a bit saggier. Still, she felt she could put up with a little saggyness in exchange for the extra size.

Hermione was breathing a little hard, she couldn’t stop staring at this girl, she was absolutely gorgeous. The next picture revealed her fully nude at last, standing up playing her violin. She gazed at the girls hairless slit as she swayed slightly to the unheard music. She glanced at the mini interview at the side of the page.

“So Rachel, do you often play your violin naked?”
“Oh yeah! Music can be sexy, and it’s so much sexier if you’re naked too!”
“We can see that! Do you have a favourite thing to do during sex?”
“Actually I think my favourite thing is to have a cock in my bum. It’s amazing. Would you like to see?”

Hermione was shocked. She’d never even heard of the idea of putting a guys dick in her butt. And what did she mean by ‘would you like to see?’. Quickly she turned the page, and groaned. The witch was holding a large dildo, and licking the head. Now that there was a close up of her face, she could see that the girl had a very small stud piercing in her nose. She tore her gaze away from the close up, and looked at the next picture open mouthed. The girl was lowering herself onto the dildo, which was sliding into her arse. There was a look of both intense concentration and pleasure on her face as she took it all the way inside her.

A jolt from Hermione’s own crotch caused her to put the magazine down for a moment. She unbuttoned her shorts and lifted her hips so she could peel them off, her damp knickers with them. Tossing them to the side of her bed, she pulled her vest over her head and dropped that to the side too. She moved the magazine so she could see the pages whilst lying on her side on the bed, her fingers between her legs stroking her bald pussy. She could feel her juices making her lips slippery, and closed her eyes as she pushed a finger into her wet pussy.

She breathed out, more of a sigh than a moan, and opened her eyes, looking at the dildo in the blonde witch’s back passage one more time before looking at the next picture. It showed the model with a second dildo in hand while she sat on her haunches, the first dildo still fully inserted into her bum, and an almost pensive look on her face, as if wondering what to do with it. Turning the page quickly, Hermione gasped. Rachel (funny how she was already thinking of her by name, thought Hermione) was on her back, her hands clutching at the bedsheets as both dildos moved in and out of her body, clearly spelled to do so without her assistance. Hermione watched, pumping a finger into her own pussy, as the dildos fucked the beautiful young witch, one sliding into her butt as the the other pulled out of her pussy, then the one in her vagina sliding fully home as the one reaming her backdoor pulled out. The look of ecstasy on her face as she was double penetrated almost made Hermione wish she could experience it for herself.

She kept fingering herself for a little while, whilst looking at the picture, then turned over, sure it would be the end of the set again. To her delight, there was one more photo, of the girl on all fours, her head hanging low as if the effort of holding it up under such an assault of pleasure was too much. Her tits were swaying beneath her while the dildos moved in and out of her rear end that was up in the air, presenting itself for penetration.

Hermione kept fingering herself as she watched, her fingertip flicking over her clitoris and making her moan loudly. Finally she dragged herself back to the magazine, and sure enough the facing page was just another article, so she turned a few pages until she came to the next model.

“Abigail Yeoman, aged 22, 34c”, read Hermione. The girl was dressed in fairly standard wizarding robes, although although maybe a little tighter than was usual. She had a fairly pretty face, with dark blonde hair. She didn’t really catch Hermione’s imagination, but she flicked to the next page. It showed the girl heading out into a muggle picnic area, though no one was around. She stripped off, and Hermione could admire her body, but it didn’t fascinate her the way Rachel’s had in the previous set.

“So Abi,” wrote the mini interview, ‘do you like masturbating outside?”
“I love it! Especially in the summer, there’s so many hot guys around, and with a few basic charms spells, they’ll never know what you’re doing just a few yards away from them!”

Hermione flicked through the remaining photos, idly rubbing her pussy as she watched the girl disrobe and masturbate on a picnic bench. Coming to the end of the set, she flicked past more text, readers letters this time, she noticed. The next girl drew her up short. She looked almost like a western version of an anime girl. Dead straight light brown hair, huge blue eyes and the cutest face Hermione could imagine. She looked for the info. “Sylvia Hart, aged 19, 34b”. Quickly she turned the page, and to her surprise saw a guy in the photo. The girl was opening her bedroom door, a smile on her face as the guy came inside.

She glanced over at the next page. Clearly they were wasting no time, as she already had the guys trousers off and was on her knees in front of him, her hand wrapped around his hard dick as she teased him with her tongue. Hermione rubbed her pussy furiously, she had never had such a good look at a real penis before. The girl kept flicking her eyes upwards as she teased the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue.

Again, Hermione turned over, to see a look of pleasure on the girls face. She was completely naked and on her back, her boyfriends face buried between her thighs. At the side was the mini interview.

“Wow, you and your boyfriend don’t mess around, do you Sylvia?”
“Heck no, when you live at home you have to take your chances when you get them!”
“Do you always have sex at home?”
“No, we sometimes do it elsewhere, but in bed is the best!”

The next picture showed the guy on his back, feet towards the camera, with Sylvia above him, her back to him so she could face the camera. Hermione watched as she slid down on the erect penis in front of her, her hairless pussy showing her every detail. How on earth did she take it all so easily, she wondered? It was even bigger than the dildos that Rachel had been using earlier. She looked at the next picture, where Sylvia had lain back, and was allowing her boyfriend to caress her breasts while he fucked her, her head lolling on his shoulder in pleasure.

“Oh, please put it in her bum,” whispered Hermione as she closed her eyes for a few seconds, allowing the pleasure now running all through her body full rein. She knew she was close, she wanted to cum so badly.

She turned the page, and groaned as her wish was granted. She didn't know how she'd become such an anal sex junkie so fast, but damn it was really hot. Down on all fours, Sylvia had her eyes closed and was open mouthed as her boyfriend pushed his way into her butt. Hermione was already looking at the opposite page though, where he was keeping up a steady thrusting rhythm that was making her breasts jiggle, and Hermione could imagine her moaning in pure ecstasy as she was penetrated.

Rubbing her own clit a little faster, she turned over, so see the beautiful young witch once again on her knees in front of the young man while he stroked his cock, before erupting with thick white cum onto her face. Hermione trembled as she felt her muscles tense, then let loose a loud cry as her orgasm raced through her, her back arching as her body spasmed almost uncontrollably. She twitched as the last vestiges of her orgasm passed, and pulled her hand away from her crotch, where her thighs had clamped down on it.

Breathing heavily to try and regain her composure, she turned a few more pages until she came to the next set. Abruptly, her stomach turned to ice as she focused on the face that was smiling shyly up at her. Her insides twisted and she felt the sweat on her body, so warm and pleasurable just moments ago, turn uncomfortably chilly on her flushed skin.

“Hermione Granger, aged 18, 32b.”

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