Hermione's Normal Day | By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 15989 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The story starts kind of media-res, and if you're not familiar with the game, here's a quick rundown
Player character is magically teleported into the Harry Potter world and into the body of Dumbledore. He befriends Snape who convinces him to start favoring Slytherin in the housecup and tanking Hermione's grades. Eventually it gets to the point where Hermione goes to "Dumbledore" for "tutoring", and they strike up a deal that Hermione would receive house points for sexual favors. As the game progresses, Hermione becomes more and more depraved and corrupted, and one thing you can make her do is make her spend an entire school day wearing your cum
And that leads us to this.
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As Hermione knelt on the hard stone floor of the Headmaster’s office, she tried to pinpoint the moment she lost control of everything. Maybe it was the first time she used her mouth on the Headmaster - he held her head down and made her swallow all of him. She should’ve ended this - arrangement right then and there, but she was back the very next day, as she always was. Maybe it was back when he allowed her to feel her breasts for the first time, his wrinkled, yet surprisingly strong hands kneading and pulling at her tits over her uniform. She hated that she couldn’t keep her voice in check and moaned out at times.
Or maybe it was simply the very moment she walked into his office and struck their deal. House points for ‘favors’
“Fuck! Here it comes!” Dumbledore’s voice roared out, snapping her out of her thoughts and back to the present, the present in which her Headmaster stroked his sizable cock inches away from her face. This wasn’t the first time so she knew what to do by now. She squeezed her eyes and mouth shut, and lifted her chin, presenting her face. She heard a loud groan, and then the familiar warm sensation of cum splashed against her face. As always the Headmaster’s loads were huge - the first spurt splashing against her cheek, painting it white. Several more spurts covered her nose, forehead and chin. He also seemed to ALWAY manage to get a healthy amount in her bushy hair, she swore he was aiming for it despite what he might say.
Hermione felt 2 more spurts of cum against her neck and collar, before she heard the Headmaster sighed in satisfaction. Slowly Hermione opened her eyes, gooey with cum; she had to blink away a few globs to keep it from going into her eyes. She slowly stood to her feet, face red - and white, and waited for the Headmaster to speak.
“Whoo. I needed that.” Dumbledore said in a fashion unlike himself, something Hermione noticed these days. He tucked himself back into his robes, and went back to his desk and plopped into his seat. “Remember our deal, young Hermione. Wear my cum for the whole day and that’ll be 45 points to Gryffindor.
Hermione frowned. “I thought you originally said 55?”
“Let’s meet in the middle and say 50.” The Headmaster dismissed with a wave of his hand. Hermione’s frown deepened. She wanted to argue, but she had learned over the last few months that arguing with him was often pointless. So she simply nodded and gave a flat.
“Yes, professor.”
“Good!” The Headmaster said, clapping his hands together. He looked at the clock against the wall and smiled. “You better be on your way. You’re already running late.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in shock and she looked at the clock. He was right, she was going to be late, she had never been late before in her entire life! The old man took so long to cum, she now had tardiness to add to her list of misdeeds over the last months. She quickly scrambled, grabbing her books and scampering out the door of the Headmaster’s office. She swore she heard him laugh on the way out.
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In it’s own strange way, it was a blessing she was running late - that meant Hermione was essentially alone in the hallways as everyone else was already in class. But truly she was just delaying the inevitable. As she got closer to the potions class for her first class of the day, dread filled her stomach. She could feel the Headmaster’s cum run down her cheek, and inevitably stained the collar of her shirt and tie. There was no proper way to explain this, no excuse. She knew the day was going to be a nightmare, and figured that if she kept her head down, ignored any comments that would be thrown her way, and just tried to power through the day, she could make it without imploding into herself. She arrived at the door to the classroom and she had a moment of pause. She could just go back to the dorms, wash her face off and pretend nothing had happened. Sure they wouldn’t get the house points and still would be behind - NO. Hermione wasn’t a quitter, She finished what she started. This was all for the good of Gryffindor, for the house cup and prestige. She was willing to sacrifice bits of her dignity for it. She was truly a remarkable example of school spirit and house pride. Taking a deep breath, and inadvertently taking in a big whiff of spunk, Hermione opened the door and entered the potions room.
When she walked in, the first thing she saw was the large black clad frame of Snape. His back was to her, and he was lecturing the students who were standing on the other side of his potions station. They were all looking in her direction. To her dismay, it was Lavender Brown who noticed her first, the girl with the biggest mouth in the whole school.
“OH MY GOD.” The curly haired witch gasped loudly, causing everyone to immediately look to where she was looking, and Snape’s head to snap around and glare in the direction. The potion’s master’s eyebrows shot to the middle of his forehead as his default anger quickly turned into shock. Hermione cast her eyes downward, unable to look at the reactions of her schoolmates - but she still HEARD them.
“Sweet Merlin!”
“Is that what I think it is?”
“What’s wrong with her? Is she Imperiused?”
“I knew that mudblood was into some freaky shit. That bookworm persona is just a guise.”
“I think she looks better this way.”
Hermione chewed on her lip, which caused her to taste some of the salty residue that spilled onto it. She looked up finally, to see everyone staring at her with a mix of shock, disgust, and glee as far as some Slytherins went. Snape himself didn’t look angry, rather he had a very disconcerting smirk on his face. She looked to Harry and Ron, who both were gaping like fish. Harry blinked rapidly, while Ron was red in the face, and looked a bit angry. She wanted to say something, but honestly, what could she REALLY say. She walked into the class with a face full of cum.
“Ms. Granger.” Snape finally said. “You’re late.”
Hermione gulped, not knowing whether it was a good or bad thing that the professor made no comment or even acknowledged the streaks of spunk on her face. “Sorry professor.” She mumbled quietly. She heard snickers and whispers from her classmates - the word whore thrown in there a few times unsurprisingly.
“Well, since you obviously know all about potions since you found it appropriate to be tardy to my class, why don’t come to the front and show us what you know.” Snape said.
Hermione’s eyes widened. Now normally, she’d happily accept the challenge - she loved opportunities to flex her intelligence. But under the circumstances, in the state she was in, she was like a deer in headlights.
“Uhm…” She said dumbly.
“That was not a request, Ms. Granger.” Snape barked. “Get over here, or that’ll be 40 points from Gryffindor.”
That was almost all the points she stood to earn from all of this! She couldn’t let that happen, or all her shame would be for nothing. She steeled herself, and walked across the room until she was standing next to Snape. The professor wrinkled his nose, and stepped away from her, making her go even redder.
“Stand up straight.” Snape ordered. Hermione straightened her back, pushing her chest out to the class. Hermione was blessed with a decent pair of tits, 38Cs that sat perky on her chest.
“Merlin, I can SMELL it.” Seamus said, looking disgusted.
“I wonder who did it.” She saw Padma ‘whisper’ to Lavender. “It’s fucking EVERYWHERE.”
“Now Ms. Grange, if you would be so kind, how would one dice dried pickerroot for a mid-grade potion to induce a medical coma?”
Right, she knew this she told herself. It was just like any other time she was asked a question - it didn’t matter that her face was completely glazed in cum.
“Y-you would dice it, first vertically, then horizontally. You repeat the process 3 times until the pieces are no bigger than a pixies finger.” Hermione explained, trying to ignore the feeling of the cum moving on her face as she spoke.
“Go on.” Snape instructed. “What is the next step in the potion?”
“Then you must get freshly ground African red pepper and the peel of an avocado and add it to a solution of salt water at-”
Hermione’s words were interrupted by the unmistakable irritation of a stinging hex hitting her right bicep. “Eee! A-added to a solution of salt water b-brought to a light simmer.”
Hermione looked to see who cast the spell, and clearly saw Goyle with his wand in his hand snickering along with Crabbe and Malfoy. Despite him obviously casting a spell on another student, Snape made no move to reprimand the offending student. In fact, he huffed in annoyance, and glared at Hermione.
“Must I hold your hand in this whole process? Keep speaking.”
“Once the water is at a light simmer, the ingredients must be added one at a time in specific time increments.” Hermione continued, trying to center herself. “First, the avocado peel. It must be left to soften for 12 minutes. Then-”
“Slut”. *cough*Interjected Anthony Goldstien from Ravenclaw, throwing off Hermione’s tempo.
“T-then you add the diced pickerroot, in 3 gram intervals, one minute in-between each. Once you have 12 grams in, you-”
Hermione was hit by another stinging hex, this time on the flesh of her right breast. Hermione jumped to her toes and squeaked, which caused a few globs of cum to splash down from her face to her skirt. Once again, Snape made no attempt to dissuade the behavior, but what stung worse than the spell was that her fellow Gryffindors didn’t either. No one came to her defense as she was hexed and embarrassed. In fact, some of them joined in on the snickering of the Slytherins. It seemed that inter-house camaraderie came in the form of humiliating the bushy haired bookworm, more so than she already embarrassed herself.
Hermione pushed on, telling herself if she kept talking, it would mitigate the shame she was feeling. “Once you have 12 grams, you stir counterclockwise for 15 minutes. The potion then needs-
“Whore”
“-then needs…”
“What a slag.”
“-needs…”
“You think she’d let me cum on her face?”
“-THEN NEEDS 20 minutes to settle, before you add the ground African pepper.” She was finally able to finish, as another stinging hex hit her in the upper thigh.
“Which way do you stir it?” Snape cut in suddenly.
Hermione blinked. She didn’t know the answer. Well she was sure she DID know the answer at some point, but with all the hateful eyes, comments, hexes, and sensation of cum on her face, Hermione was overwhelmed. She couldn’t recall which way to stir. She could guess it, it was 50/50 after all. But if she got it wrong, that could mean losing house points. Snape looked at her impatiently waiting for her answer.
“I…I don’t know.” She answered honestly, looking down at her shoes.
“How unsurprising.” Snape said meanly. “Maybe now you see the value of arriving to class on time.”
“Yes professor.” She said pathetically.
“Now go join the other students and allow me to teach.”
Hermione didn’t say another word as she walked around the station to join the class. She took a minor comfort in the fact that he hadn’t deducted any house points . Everyone moved out of the way as she came to stand by them, not wanting to be near her. The rest of the class went mostly like the beginning. As she worked at her station, stinging hexes were slung at her arse, while horrid comments were flung freely at her back. She worked at her station with Ron and Harry, who just sat and stared at her for the first half of class. Their silence was deafening. She needed them to say something, ANYTHING.
Eventually it was Harry who spoke up, with a frank. “What the fuck Hermione?”
She thought about how she'd answer. As a part of their “arrangement” Hermione couldn’t reveal the nature of her deal with the Headmaster. She tried to think of a GOOD reason she was saturated in cock-snot.
“Language Harry.” She said, trying to sound nonchalant. Harry’s eyebrows shot up, then furrowed into an angry look.
“Hermione…” He tried slowly. “Is that cum on your face?”
Another part of the arrangement - Hermione couldn’t lie about the acts themselves. She answered with a simple “Yes.”
“...WHY?” Harry asked in exasperation.
“It’s…good for the skin.” Hermione lied unconvincingly. Hermione had a nature of panicking, and it was all she could think of on the spot.
This time it was Ron who spoke up. “So you let someone jizz all over your face?” Ron asked flatly.
“...yes.” She said, voice like a mouse. The boys just stared at her. They obviously didn’t believe her. They stared at her for a long while, looking at the girl who had been their friend for years sitting there with a face full of cum like nothing was the matter. They looked…disappointed. They simply went back to their work, ignoring her, not even bothering to look at her for the rest of the class. Hermione felt her heartbreak, but what could she do. This is what she chose.
The moment the class ended, she was the first one out the door.
It of course didn’t take long for the word of Hermione’s cum-stained appearance to get around the school. She tried to rush past the students as they filled the corridors, but it was an inevitability that they saw her. By now, the cum had mostly dried, resulting in a thick film of off white sludge covering Hermione’s face. If it weren’t for the word spreading around the school, some might not have recognized it as the splooge that it was. As she power-walked to her next class, the whispers, and comments came from all sides. Some just talked around her, friends telling each other what a disgraceful gutter whore Hermione was. Others were more bold, telling it to her face directly. She couldn’t even call it cat calling, as it was nearly just purely insults and animosity.
Hermione made it to her next class which was one of her electives, Advanced Arithmancy Studies. It was a high level class that not many people took, so that was a small blessing. It was her favorite subject as well, and Hermione hoped she could salvage some happiness from being in it. When she walked in, she sat in front like she always did. Just because she was embarrassed didn’t mean she had to change her habits any more than she already did - she was already late, so she’d be damned if she balked by sitting in the back. When the other students entered the class and took their seats, most made sure to shoot her a disgusted look or call her some form of whore or slut as they passed. No one sat in the same row as her, all filing in in the seats behind her. When Septima Vector entered the classroom, she looked at Hermione, in shock, quickly followed by a deep look of disappointment. Like Snape, the professor didn’t make any comment on Hermione’s state. In fact, she seemed determined to pretend like the girl wasn’t even present, ignoring her whenever she raised her hand to answer a question or make a comment. Disheartened, Hermione could only look down at her textbook as her morale and respect in the school dropped lower and lower.
Her classmates behind her acted much like the ones potions, sending stinging hexes at her arse and insults. However, one student got creative. It was subtle at first, to the point where Hermione didn’t notice it. Slowly but surely, the length of Hermione’s skirt was shortened. Inch by inch, from sitting slightly above the knee, until it was mid thigh. By the time Hermione noticed, it was well above Hogwarts regulation. She turned around to try to find the culprit, but everyone played innocent, snickering and whispering to each other. Someone called her a ‘cunt’ and Hermione sighed sadly, turning back around in defeat. She felt her skirt shortened even further, and all she could do was grasp her quill tightly as she wrote. When the class finished, and she stood from her desk, her skirt had been shortened to just BARELY cover her ass. If she moved too quickly, her white panties underneath were visible. She tried to re-lengthen it, but her spell had no effect - whoever cast the spell did their charms homework.
“Ms. Granger.” Professor Vector suddenly said. Hermione looked at her in hope, as it was the first time she spoke to her the entire class. “...Five points from Gryffindor for wearing an improper uniform.”
Hermione’s heart sank, and she quickly spun to run out the class, skirt flying up as she did.
It was the lunch break. She could have SOME reprieve. She had no intention of going to lunch to be gawked at, hexed, and insulted. She was gonna find a nice corner to sit in until the evening classes. As she made it through the hallways however, the students didn’t make it easy of course.
Marietta Edgecombe walked directly up to her, stopping her in the hall. The red-head’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell and sight of the dried cum all over Hermione’s face. Hermione knew the girl didn’t like her after the hex she had placed on her in 5th year, and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Marietta pursed her lips, and spat directly in Hermione’s face. The glob hit Hermione right under the eye, causing her to gasp out. She was about to voice her indignation until Marrietta’s hand came to the side of her head, and mushed the her out the way, with a “Move whore.” tacked on. The students around her laughed, and Hermione tried to power through. She walked some more, turning a corner blindly, nearly running into Neville as she did.
Neville didn’t have the same look of disdain or disgust as the other students, and even greeted her with a “‘Mione.” as he walked by her. Hermione felt a brief tinge of happiness as at least ONE student seemed to treat her like she wasn’t a Knockturn alley whore. But that notion was dashed as quickly as it came, as the moment Neville passed her body, he swung one of his arms back, palm connecting soundly with her arse in a loud “SMACK”. Hermione felt like crying both from the stinging of the spank, and from the feeling of betrayal. Even NEVILLE didn’t respect her.
She walked faster. She just had to make it somewhere quite, to be alone, to think, to-
Hermione suddenly ran into a mass of bodies. Three to be exact. She had been looking at the ground and trying to walk so fast, she didn’t even notice them. She looked up, first catching their green ties.
‘Just what I need. Slytherins.’ She thought miserably. She looked up at their faces, not really recognizing who they were. There was a short blonde, a chubby one with black hair, and one with a shaved head, but the remnants of red were evident. They all looked down at her disdainfully, but had smirks on their faces that made Hermione worry.
“Scuse me.” She mumbled, trying to get around them, but they stepped with her, blocking her way.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The blonde said. Suddenly, they all were upon her. Hermione tried to go for her wand, but the red-head quickly grabbed her dominant arm, and moved to fold it behind her back. The blonde snatched a fistful of her hair, and pulled harshly, while the black haired one moved to grip her behind the neck. Hermione screamed and struggled as they began to manhandle her and drag her away. Hermione’s eyes darted all around, looking at the other students in the corridor just look upon the scene and doing NOTHING as she was forcefully moved. They figured if she was enough of a whore to walk around with dried cum on her face and a skirt halfway off her ass, she was enough of a whore for whatever misfortune she was about to meet.
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Hermione was dragged for a while. At first she dug her heels in, kicked and sandbagged, but that just made them yank and pull her harder. Eventually she walked with them, feet stumbling trying to keep their pace.
They took her to one of the lesser used boy’s bathrooms, kicking the door open and shoving her in roughly. She stumbled forward, catching herself on the sink. The blonde was right behind her, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her wand before she got any ideas.
“Should we lock the door?” The one with dark hair asked.
“Why bother?” The red-head scoffed.” No one’s gonna try and stop us.”
Hermione stood up from the sink, and looked around in panic. What was happening? What were they going to do?
She didn’t want to stick around to find out, and immediately tried to make a break for it, squeezing past their bodies. She was caught easily by the short blonde, who grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her into the red-head, the red-head in turn pushed her into the stocky one. They all laughed, and formed a triangle, and began to push, shove and jostle Hermione between, sending her stumbling and tripping across the room with each hard shove. Hermione was getting dizzy, and was barely staying on her feet as they bullied her like cools in a schoolyard. Eventually they got tired of their game, and when she was pushed back into the blonde, he spun her around. He folded her arms behind her back and held them with one hand, while his other snatched her by the hair and forced it to tilt upward. Her barely covered arse was pressed against his crotch, which caused him to groan appreciatively.
“W-What do you want?” Hermione stammered, struggling in the blonde’s grip. The boys didn’t answer, instead, the black haired one reached into his pocket, and pulled out something small, He then grabbed his wand, and cast an enlarging spell. From his palm grew a camera, much like the one Colin Creevey used.
“We just want some pictures.” The red-head said innocently.
“What?! No! Let me go!” Hermione screamed, intensifying her struggles. The blonde held her firmly, yanking her harshly by her bushy hair like one might pull on a horse’s reins to get it under control. The red-head crossed the room, and stood directly in front of the struggling witch. He didn’t bother to use his wand to get her under control, instead choosing a more physical option; he reeled his hand back, and smacked her squarely across her face, making flakes of caked on semen go flying. Hermione’s face stung, and her mouth hung open in disbelief.
“Y-y-you can’t just.” She began. The next smack didn’t hit her face, instead he smacked her right tit, causing her respectable c-cups to smack together and jiggle under her shirt. That was another part of her arrangement with the Headmaster - she wasn’t allowed to wear a bra.
“Shut your fucking mouth you mudblood cunt.” The red-head barked. Hermione’s mouth snapped closed, and she looked up at him helplessly. “You think you can walk around the school like the world’s biggest slag, and not have it immortalized?”
In a twisted way, Hermione couldn’t deny the logic there.
“Listen up, whore.” The blonde said into her ear. “We’re gonna take some pictures of you. Play nice, we’ll finish quickly and be on our way. You make this hard for us and-”
The blonde let his friend finish the sentiment, as he harshly kicked Hermione’s feet apart, and smacked the inside of her upper thigh, causing her to jump.
Of course Hermione didn’t trust them, but what could she do? She had no wand, there were three of them, and no one seemed interested in helping her. She was at their mercy. The boys took her silence as acceptance, and maneuvered for their little photoshoot. The blonde let go of her hair, and shifted to one side of her, still holding her hands behind her back in one hand. The red-head moved to slot in behind the witch, replacing his friend’s grip on the top of Hermione’s wild hair. He forced her to look forward, directly into the camera, as the stocky black haired Slytherin began to snap away.
“Smile.” The blonde said, reaching around to pinch one of Hermione’s nipples over her shirt. Through sheer effort, she managed to force a fake smile on her face, as if she enjoyed being manhandled and embarrassed like this. The blind played with her nipple a bit more, before he moved his hand up to undo her tie, and open the top three buttons of Hermione’s school shirt, revealing the milky white skin of her cleavage. Her face burned red as she held the smile and fought back tears.
The red-head got his own ideas about Hermione’s wardrobe. With his free hand, he reached around Hermione and lifted the front of her already diminished skirt, putting her white panties on full display. Hermione squeaked, and squeezed her legs together.
“Open them.” the photographer said. Hermione just squeezed them tighter, and shut her eyes. The dark haired Slytherin sighed, and pulled out his wand. He aimed his wand, and sent a stinging hex right to her cunt, causing her to squeal out in pain. “Open them now or you’re getting another.”
Tears began to spill down Hermione’s face as she slowly obeyed, parting her legs. It wasn’t good enough however, as another hex was sent her way.
“Wider.” The Slytherin demanded. She did so. “WIDER.”
Hermione spread her legs as wide as she could in her standing position, standing with her legs wider than shoulder width apart, slightly bow-legged with her hips, and panty clad cunt thrust forward.
“That’s better.” He said, before sending another hex to her cunt, just for shits and giggles. “Keep smiling.”
Hermione did, as she was held there to pose in the lewd display, camera snapping away.
“Say you’re a mudblood gutter whore.” The redhead demanded, tugging her hair a bit.
“I-I’m a mudblood g-gutter whore.” Hermione stammered.
“Louder!” cut in the blonde, pulling on her arms painfully. “And keep fucking smiling.”
“I’m a mudblood gutter whore.” Hermione repeated louder this time.
“Again.”
“I’m a mudblood gutter whore.”
*snap*
“I’m a mudblood gutter whore!”
*snap*
“I’m a useless fucking mudblood gutter whore!”
*snap* *snap*
Hermione kept chanting the phrase. And the pictures kept snapping away, catching her mouthing the words. Hermione told herself it was all for the good of Gryffindor, all for the house cup. But as Hermione called herself out of her name over and over, she began to believe that less and less.
“How’s it looking over there?” The blonde asked the dark-haired Slytherin.
“I think we got what we came for.” He said with a smirk.
Hermione shuddered in relief. It was over.
“Alrighty.” Said the red-head. “Let’s get our ‘model’ cleaned up.”
‘Cleaned up?’ Hermione thought in confusion. Suddenly she was being dragged again, into one of the bathroom stalls. She was positioned to where she was standing in front of the toilet. The stocky Slytherin walked up behind her, and kicked her knees from under her, making her kneel. The blonde and the red-head held her hands behind her back, and each placed a hand on the back of her head. Hermione’s eyes widened as it dawned on her what they planned to do.
“Wait! No! Noooo-”
“Take a deep breath.” The blonde laughed, before dunking her head into the toilet.
As the cold toilet water hit Hermione's face, she wondered…was it worth being a witch. She remembered the day all those years ago when she got her Hogwarts letter. How excited she was. How she felt like she could do anything. Never would her eleven year old self think this would be her fate; head dunked repeatedly into a toilet by 3 boys as they laughed and hooted around her. They pooled the chain, flushing the water around her head and giving her brief moments to breathe, before the toilet filled again. They boys repeated the action, giving Hermione repeated swirlies, which she had thought up until that moment was just something that happened in movies. The dark-haired boy snapped away with his camera, capturing every moment of her humiliation.
“We should do her in.” The blonde said, pushing her head deeper into the toilet bowl “We should just fucking snuff her out.”
“Nah.” The dark-haired boy said, being the voice of reason. He shrank his camera and put it back in his pocket. “We couldn’t have any more fun with her then.”
The blonde begrudgingly acquiesced, and he and the red-head pulled Hermione’s head out of the toilet. Her wet her whipped back over her head and she sputtered and gasped, spitting out water everywhere. Water splashed down onto her shirt, making it see through and her nipples visible. She coughed and sputtered like a wet rat, hugging the toilet trying to catch her breath and some semblance of composure
“Let’s get out of here.” The red-head suggested.
“Right.” The blonde agreed. They began to leave the stall., but Hermione quickly spun around, wrapping herself around the blonde’s leg.
“Wait!” She gasped urgently.
The blonde looked at her, startled, and tried to shake her off. “Let me go you nutty bitch! You’re getting toilet water all over me! Let me go!”
They ruined everything. They didn’t know it, but they ruined everything. Her face - it was clean. Well perhaps clean wasn’t the right word, but it was cum free. She couldn’t return to the Headmaster like this. He wouldn’t give her the house points. That would mean all she’d gone through would have been for nothing - nothing at all. She needed to fix this. She needed-
“You have to cum on my face.” She stated, looking up at the Slytherins with wet eyes. They all looked at her like she had grown a second and third head. Hermione was well past the point of retaining any dignity now, as she began to beg.
“Please, please. I need…I need cum on my face. Please! I need it!”
It was pathetic, Hermione knew it and felt it, but she had no other choice.
The three Slytherins looked at her then at each other. After a moment, they all shrugged. The blonde gripped Hermione by her wet hair, and yanked upward, making her stand. He then pushed her back so that she was now sitting on the toilet. The 3 Slytherins crammed into the stall, the blonde and the red=head on the side of Hermione while the dark-haired one stood directly in front of her - it was a tight fit, but for what was about to happen next, closeness wasn’t an issue.
“I knew all mudbloods were sluts.” Said the red-head.
The Slytherins began to undo their pants, and moments later, their cocks sprang from, inches away from Hermione’s face. She gasped at the sight of them. They weren’t as big or thick as the Headmaster’s thankfully, but they were big enough to make her nervous. She realized in her begging that she didn’t exactly think ahead on how this was going to go down. As she watched their faces and the angry pink heads of their swollen cocks, she knew she wasn’t likely going to get away with them just jerking off on her.
The Slytherin’s shuffled forward, until their cocks were on Hermione’s face. They rubbed, bounced, and slapped their dicks all over her pretty wet features. She didn’t have anywhere to go with the back of the toiled right behind her, so all she could do was endure them beating her face like a drum with their rods.
“Want our cum?” The dark-haired boy said, rubbing his cockhead back and forth against Hermione’s nostrils. “You have to earn it.”
Despite her better judgment, she opened her mouth to ask “How.”
That was all that was needed for the Slytherin to grab the back of her head, and slam his hips forward, cramming half of his cock into her mouth and sliding into the entrance of her throat. Hermione’s eyes widened, and she wretched violently with a loud “HRRUCK!” at the sudden intrusion. She was thankful that she skipped breakfast and lunch, or she might have been sick right then and there. The dark-haired Slytherin gripped her head tightly, and pulled her forward while moving his hips forward. With the help of the other two boys pressing on the back of her head, he was able to break through her throat barrier, and fully lodge himself inside her throat. On instinct Hermione’s hands went to his thighs and tried to push him back, but he was too strong. He began to rock his hips, and at the same time use his grip on her hair to move Hermione’s head back and forth. He didn’t give her time to adjust or get used to his girth or length before he began to slam away fucking his cock in and out of her tight throat. Hermione's face burned red, and tears ran down her face - this wasn’t a blow job, it wasn’t even a face fucking, this was a full on SKULLFUCKING that she was receiving.
“GRUCCK…GLARCK…GRURLCK…GLURCKK…GLACCKK…” Emitted from her throat as it was absolutely brutalized. A clear outline of the Slytherin’s cock could be seen sliding down and bulging her throat with each thrust. Every time he pulled her forward and thrust his hips, her nose slammed into the pelvis, and his balls against her chin. All she could do was take it, eyes wide open in panic as her face was turned into a fucktoy.
“Oi, don’t hog her!” The blonde demanded, grabbing the back of Hermione’s head and yanking her off the other Slytherin’s cock. Hermione wasn’t even able to get a full panicked gasp of hair before her head was turned to the side and her throat plugged with a fat prick once more.
“GLACKGLACKGLARCKGLUCK…”
The red-head also felt the blonde was hogging Hermione, and snatched her head to turn and take his cock.
“HRUCKGLURCKGLUCKGLURCKGLURRRCK”
This became the routine for the next several minutes, the Slytherins passing Hermione’s mouth between them so they each get a few moments to fuck her throat, before she was moved to the next dick. Eventually they made a game of it, each forcing their cock’s all the way into Hermione’s esophagus and holding her there. They wanted to see how long she could hold them in her throat before her eyes rolled up into her head and she was on the verge of passing out. The blonde was the winner, holding her down for a full two minutes of struggling before she went limp in his hands, and killing the most brain-cells
“Merlin, are all mudbloods’ throats this tight?” Asked the blonde.
“We should find out.” The redhead laughed.
“HRRUCCCK!” Hermione gagged loudly in response, nose running and spit running down her chin and the side of her mouth.
For the next 20 minutes, but what felt like an eternity for Hermione, they used her mouth and throat in any which way they pleased. Hermione’s oxygen deprived brain wondered if the Headmaster had given them lessons on skullfucking, as they seemed to be experts at it. Her jaw hurt, feeling like it risked dislocating; her throat burned, snot and spit ran down her nose, her lower face, cleavage and shirt was a spit covered mess. She was being used to the delight of people who hated her
“Oh shit! I think I’m gonna cum!” Said the blonde who was currently riding her face.
Hermione thanked Merlin in her head, thinking her ordeal was going to be over soon. The blonde extracted himself from Hermione’s throat, and began to stroke his spit coated cock. Hermione presented her face, waiting for what she needed. She heard him groan and saw his cock twitch, and waited for the sensation of hot cum to splash on her face - but it never came. However, she felt it on her exposed cleavage and chest as the boy groaned and unloaded rope after rope of jizz onto her tits, painting the exposed skin white, and saturating her shirt in spunk.
“No! Not my shirt, my face! My face you idiot-”
That earned her a smack across the face from the blonde.
“I cum where I fucking please, cunt scab.” He growled, shaking his cock off and splashing the remainder of his load on Hermione’s skirt. The red-head quickly grabbed Hermione’s hair and turned her toward him, shoving his cock in her mouth.
“Don’t worry, little muddy slut.” He said as he began to bounce her head on his cock. “I’ll make sure to give you what you want. He fucked her face for a few minutes, making sure each stroke was hard, and slammed into her throat. He sped up his thrusts until his hips became a blur, and the wet gags coming from Hermione echoed in the bathroom.
She expected him to pull out to cum, but he never did, only speeding his hips and her bobbing faster and faster until he suddenly hilted himself fully into her throat. His cock twitched and expanded, followed by his cockhead spewing the first of his load. The first spurt was large enough to completely fill her throat and sinuses, causing cum to shoot out of her nose. Hermione’s eyes crossed, as she felt like she was drowning. She did the only thing she could do, and began to swallow and swallow, doing her best to keep up with each shot of spunk that erupted from his piss slit. She felt like she swallowed half a gallon of ball batter before his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out her mouth.
“Sorry.” the red-head said, not sounding very sorry at all. “You just swallow cock so well, I couldn’t help it. It’s your fault if you really think about it.
With the blonde’s load on her chest, and the red-head’s in her stomach, she looked forward to the stocky dark-haired boy who was stroking his cock right in front of her.
“One to go.” The blonde pointed out.
“You better ask nicely.” The red-head commented.
Shame was way past her - she NEEDED this.
“Please,” She began, voice hoarse from abuse. “Please cum on my face. Just cum on my fucking face. Don’t you want to mark the filthy mudblood? The gutter whore? The useless know it all cunt? Cum on my face, cum in my nose, cum in my eye! I don’t care! Just please cum on my face!”
Her pathetic begging was all the boy needed to send him over the edge. His cock EXPLODED, sending shot after shot of searing hot cum crisscrossing across Hermione’s face. Her nose, cheeks, eyes, chin, hair - Hermione was drenched in his load. She was surprised his balls could even hold so much cum, because it felt like minutes until his orgasm subsided.
Face once again painted white, Hermione slumped back against the back of the toilet, breathing heavily. The Slytherins didn’t say another word to her, but the dark-haired one did pull his camera out to snap a few more photos.
Hermione smiled for them without even being asked.
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Hermione didn’t actually remember her evening classes. She knew she went to them, because she vaguely remembered the reinvigorated disgust from her classmates at her freshly facialized face, the hexes, the insults, the slaps and gropes, but if asked what she had learned in class, Hermione couldn't say. She moved like a drone, eyes glazed over moving on feet that were barely her own. She blinked and realized she was on her way back to the Headmaster’s office, her day evidently over. She knocked on the door to the office, and after a moment, the Headmaster’s voice called for her to come in.
“Ah, Hermione.” He greeted like her disgusting disheveled state wasn’t apparent. “How did your day go? Did you complete your task?”
Hermione hadn’t even realized she was crying when she said “yes.”
“Well, don’t leave me in suspense.” The Headmaster said leaning forward at his desk. “How did it go?”
Hermione scoffed sadly. “How did it go? How do you think it went? I walked around with cum on my face all day.”
“How did the other student treat you? How did they react?”
“They treated me like I deserved.”
“Which is.”
“...A mudblood gutter whore…Can…can I please have my points now.” Hermione said, voice shaking.
“Ah yes. Your points.” The Headmaster said, leaning back in his chair. “20 points to Gryffindor.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in shock and confusion.
“Twenty? It’s supposed to be 45!” Hermione yelled
“And it would have, if you completed your task as given.”
“I did!”
“Come now Ms. Granger, do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own cum on your face when I saw it.”
Hermione’s mouth dropped open, gaping like a fish
“I might be old, but I’m not a fool.” He continued. “You disobeyed my orders to keep my cum on your face all day, BUT you took the initiative to…seek others to attempt to complete your task. And for that, you get half the points.
Hermione was tired.
Truly tired, She didn’t have the energy or spirit to argue, and simply nodded her head.
“Yes Headmaster.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to these reports. Tah-tah.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Hermione stood there for a moment, before turning on rocky feet and exiting his office. She tried to go back to her dorms, but the girls had changed the password, not wanting her anywhere near them. That was understandable - she wouldn't want to be associated with her either. She tried the library, but Madam Pince would not allow her in, telling her she didn’t want to risk the books being “contaminated.”
She considered walking to the boys dorm, and begging to sleep there for the night, but she knew it would likely end up with her face pushed into the mattress and her ass being stuffed all night.
With nowhere left to go, she walked the halls until she found a nice bench. She laid upon it, not even able to cast a warming charm as the Slytherins still had her wand. She curled up into a ball, not even bothering to clean her face off, and laid there until sleep took her.
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