Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 8)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

A few days later Hermione left with a large group to Hogsmeade, ready to do her part. She was alone, Harry needing to stay back to execute the brunt of the plan, by getting into the Ravenclaw dormitory. Hermione was given the simple task of watching Michael, and ensuring he stayed in Hogsmeade.

Her eyes fixed on the back of Michaels head, she followed near the back of a long line of Hogwarts students ready to spend a fun filled day in the village.

For the 10th time, Hermione checked her back pocket. However, she wasn’t put at ease, despite ensuring that she still in fact had what she needed. She knew she’d check again in a few minutes, desperate to do her part perfectly.

The thing in her back pocket that she so anxiously kept checking for was a chess piece. Harry also had one that was identical, the twin of Hermione’s. The purpose was simple: it was an alarm.

Hogsmeade didn’t show up on the marauders map, and so Harry needed a way to know if Michael would be heading back to the castle. One tap of a wand and both rocks would vibrate, sending a signal to the other: that Harry was finished, or that Michael was on his way back. A bit of magic that Hermione made look simple.

As for Harry’s purpose, he needed to gain access to Michaels room and search. The plan was a bit of a gamble, but Harry knew who he was dealing with, and was certain that his assumption was correct. He believed that Michael kept his memories stored away. At least the important ones. It seemed like the kind of thing he’d do, preserving his time with Ginny and Ms. Davies.

Since the fragments were removed they were not able to be deciphered or looked at, so it was Harrys word against Michaels. They needed concrete proof.

Harry had read up on memory splitting, looking for everything he could use against Michael. And one thing he found out was that in order to duplicate a memory, it has to be removed from your mind. Pulled out before it can be split it two. And Michael must’ve duplicated them, because there was no way in hell he’d give up those times with Ms. Davies. Not to Harry. No, he’d want to watch and rewatch everything they did together, basking in his triumph.

Another thing Hermione discovered is that newly inserted memories feel stronger and fresh. If you remove something and put it back in, its as if you’re reliving it again. Who would want to relive every second of his sexual adventures? Michael would, and Harry was sure of it. So the only question was: where does he store them? The safest bet was that he’d keep them close.

The only downside to this was that it would undoubtedly result in Ms. Davies sacking. Harry and Hermione hated the thought, but Ms. Davies knew what she was getting into, and it was the risk she took. One way or another, Michael needed to go.

Having made it to Hogsmeade, Hermione continued to follow Michael and his friends from a distance. Trying to remain incognito, she busied herself with random things from different shops, not really paying attention to the items.

There were a couple times Michael looked her way, but she was confident that she hadn’t been found out. Surely he wouldn’t be suspicious. If she wanted revenge, she would’ve got it when she had him at her mercy. Thats what most people would’ve done.

10 minutes went by with nothing interesting happening, when suddenly Michael waved goodbye to Roger and Anthony, and went off on his own. Curious, Hermione followed him. Was he meeting Ms. Davies? Or possibly Ginny?

Her suspicions started to seem true when Michael entered the Hogs Head. A dive bar that you only went to if you had something to hide. So who or what was he hiding?

Hermione watched through the window as Michael took a key from the barkeep and headed upstairs. Once out of sight Hermione went in after him. The bar was nearly empty, the only patrons being two elderly men. One of them winked at her as she walked by, making Hermione feel uncomfortable. She sat down in the corner, pulling her hood up and grabbing a copy of the daily prophet. If Michael came down she needed to cover herself. A minute went by when the elderly men walked over, one with a drink in hand. He placed the drink in front of Hermione and they both sat down.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t sit alone.” One said, through a bushy beard.

“Umm thats ok.” Hermione said, her cheeks going pink. Thinking quickly she got up. “I-I think my friend’s upstairs actually. So I, uh, should meet him.”

“Ahhh.” The other man smiled knowingly. He had short grey hair, plenty of stubble, and was no younger than 50. “Us older guys can show you a thing’r two y’know.”

“No thanks.” And she quickly scuttled up the steps, hoping they hadn’t followed.

Breathing easy at not hearing the stairs creak, Hermione wondered which door Michael was behind, and what she’d do now. She couldn’t just wait there, but she certainly couldn’t go back downstairs. She was deliberating what she’d do when she heard a door open behind her. She turned to see Michael standing in the open doorway, staring at her. There was a long silence as they just looked at each other.

Finally Michael broke it.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Back at the castle, Harry had just got out of detention and sprinted for the Ravenclaw tower. He knew before hand that his detention would conflict with their plan, but this was the only Hogsmeade visit for a while, so it had to be now. The Ravenclaw tower would be empty.

Out of breath, he reached the tower entrance and stood there. The large door was adorned with a raven, and strangely, no doorknob. The raven spoke.

“When lost, I can be found in many places.”

There it was, the first hurdle. Harry knew that the Ravenclaw tower required you to answer a riddle to get inside, instead of a password. He had been reading through a book of riddles in preparation, but of course that didn’t help with this particular one.

Harry stood there thinking for a while, when he heard a voice behind him.

“Harry?” Came Ms. Davies voice, and he quickly turned to face her.

“Professor Davies, hi.” He said, awkwardly. “What-what’re you doing here?”

“No.” She said slowly and suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I…” unable to think of a reason, he debated sprinting past her.

“It was him wasn’t it?” She asked, as if her suspicions were true. “Michael was the one that put the memory in your head.”

“Yeah.” Harry said, abandoning all thoughts of running. “It was Michael.”

Ms. Davies swallowed hard.

“And what was the memory?” She asked, looking as if she already knew the answer.

Harry looked at his feet, not sure what to say.

“That animal.” She said angrily.

Harry looked up into her eyes.

“For what its worth, I’m doing this to get back at him. I know I shouldn’t. But I had to. That bastard never deserved you, or Ginny. So… I guess I’m going back to detention, then?”

They stared into each others eyes for a long while before Ms. Davies walked up to the door.

“When lost, I can be found in many places.” Repeated the raven.

Ms. Davies deliberated for a moment.

“A thought.” She said confidently, and the door swung open.

Harry stood there bemused.

“Well.” She said. “Lets go.”

“Excuse me?” Asked Hermione, finding her voice.

“Are you coming in or not?” Michael repeated. “I’m not standing here all day.”

Her brow furrowed, Hermione walked past Michael, who was smiling at her in that way only he could.

Once inside, she looked around the small, dingy room. There was no one else there. Michael and Hermione were alone.

“Lovely.” She said, not wanting to sit anywhere, when she turned to face Michael and saw something that, against her better judgement, she did want to sit on.

Michael had undone his pants and pulled out his thick, flaccid cock.

“Merlin!” Hermione yelled, and looked away, shielding her eyes. “What is wrong with you?”

“Me?” Chuckled Michael. “You’ve been stalking me all day, and followed me into my hotel room.”

Hermione glanced again, telling herself it was to check if he put it away, but he hadn’t. His thick piece of meat dangled in front of him. She looked at it for a second before making a sound of disgust and looking away again.

“Can you put it away, please?” She asked, not looking at him.

“Put what away?” He smirked.

“Michael!”

“Ok, ok.” He said, tucking his cock back into his pants. “Its away now, you can look.”

Hermione tentatively looked and saw that the coast was clear.

“You have serious issues.” She said scathingly.

“And you don’t?” Asked Michael. “You, Potter, and Weasley have spent all your time at Hogwarts deliberately putting yourself into dangerous situations.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “But I’m the one with the problem, because I want to fuck a hot girl? For someone so smart, you sure are blind.”

“I-“ Hermione began to speak, but couldn’t find the right words, and so she found the wrong ones. “You think I’m hot?”

“Of course!” He exclaimed, delighted that thats what she was fixated on. “You’re extremely hot. Has no one ever told you that?”

“Just Ginny, but I always thought she was just being kind.”

“Well maybe shes the only who told you, because you walk around like you’ve got a broom in your ass.”

Hermione made a face at his description, but knew he was right. Her demeanour did probably scare off most guys. Except Michael for some reason.

“Little miss goodie-two-shoes, only breaking the rules to do whats right. Don’t you ever just want to let loose? I bet you don’t even masturbate.”

“I do too masturbate.” She said hotly, realizing too late his trick. Was he good at getting what he wanted, or was she just naive?

“Oh yeah, do tell?” He asked smugly.

“You’re disgusting.” She said, scowling.

“And you’re a boring prude.” He said simply.

She had no response.

“And you’re a liar.” He continued.

“Excuse me?” She asked.

“Do you think I’m hot?”

“No!” She said, vehemently.

Michael looked at her expectantly.

“Ok, fine.” She said. “Yes, I think you’re hot, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly, it doesn’t mean anything. And yet, you couldn’t admit it. Now, lets keep playing this little game. Did you like seeing my cock?”

She opened her mouth to respond venomously once again, but stopped herself. Perhaps she should just be honest. Whats the point in lying to yourself anyways?

“Ok, yes. I- I liked seeing your cock.”

“Fuck, thats hot. Hearing you say cock. Say pussy.”

Her look told him no.

“Ok then, lets go further down the rabbit hole. Do you want me to take it back out? My cock.” He put a lot of emphasis on the last word.

Standing there, she glanced at his crotch and saw his dick pressed against his pants. He had an erection. She felt a small amount if disgust at this realization, but it was overwhelmed by the tingling sensation in her vagina. She imagined him taking it out again, and her nipples hardened.

“Hermione?” Michael asked. “Its a simple question.”

She deliberated a little longer.

“Yes.” She said quietly.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Take out your cock.” She said, subconsciously biting her lip.

Michaels smile widened as he reached in and took his cock back out. It plopped out and stuck up, pointing at Hermione. She almost looked away again, but stopped herself.

“What do you think?” Asked Michael.

“It- hrrm” Hermione cleared her throat. “It looks nice.”

“You wanna touch it?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t pushing her too far.

She looked very hesitant, but slowly started to walk towards him. She was very close and reached out her hand towards his thick member. Her hand paused an inch or so away. She took a deep breath, and wrapped her dainty fingers around his warm, hard cock. Michael let out a happy sigh, as he revelled in having his cock in Hermione Grangers hand. Hermione lifted it up, surprised by how heavy it felt.

“Wow.” Escaped her lips, and her cheeks went bright pink.

Michael said nothing. Like luring a squirrel to come grab a nut, he didn’t want to scare her away. And he really wanted to see his nuts in this little squirrels mouth.

Without warning, Hermione started to stroke his cock, lightly pulling on the tight skin. She was a little clumsy, but Michael didn’t care. It just meant that he had lots to teach her.

“So, what do you think?” He asked again, between strokes from the gorgeous virgin.

Hermione knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She knew that Michael would just use this to taunt Harry later. But Michael was right. She always lied to herself, and what had that gotten her? Ron was with Lavender, having sex all over Hogwarts, and what did she have? Only her fingers.

No more lying.

Without a word, Hermione started to drop to her knees.

“Dammit, they’re not here.” Harry said, defeated.

The two of them had searched Michaels bed and trunk thoroughly, and found nothing. Except of course Harry’s trusty cloak, which he was ecstatic to get back, and out of such devious hands.

“Well, they have to be here somewhere.” Said Ms. Davies. Harry had explained to her his theory about Michael keeping the memories stored somewhere, and while it made her feel gross, she knew it to be true.

She also knew that the truth would come out about her and Michael, and that she’d be sacked. However, she knew that if it happened, she deserved it. She indulged a perverted delinquent and slept with a student. And if ridding the Hogwarts female population of a clever pervert meant being sacked, then so be it.

“Hang on a minute.” Said Harry, stopping his search and looking at Ms. Davies. “If you didn’t know about the memories then why did you come here?”

Ms. Davies blushed and avoided Harry’s eyes.

“I, um, gave Michael something that I wanted back.” Still blushing, she got back to searching, as did Harry, trying not to think of what she’d given him.

“Got something!” Harry said, finding a small box magically stuck under Michaels bed. He pulled it out and opened it.

Inside, instead of vials of memories, he found a wet black thong. Wafting out of the box was, unmistakably, the smell of pussy.

Ms. Davies looked inside and quickly snatched the box from Harry’s hands, who just looked at her.

Every little reminder that she and Michael were together stung. When he was with her it’d slip his mind, but then something would happen that would remind him, and hurt him.

Ms. Davies forced herself to meet Harry’s eye.

“I gave them to him as a gift. I put a spell on them so that they would… so that they would stay wet. I regret that now. Now that I know who he really is. I just want to be honest with you. I’m sorry.”

Unable to speak, Harry shook his head, as if to say “its fine”. But truth be told, it wasn’t. It wasn’t fine at all.

“I don’t think they’re here.” Harry said, composing himself. And secretly he was glad. He’d hate to see her forced to leave. “The memories. We should go.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A silence fell before them, as neither of them made to leave, and it hung there for a long time.

“Unless you want to fuck me on his bed.” Ms. Davies said, with a glint in her eye.

“I think his memories are still affecting me.” He said, genuinely not sure if what he heard was true.

Smiling, Ms. Davies walked up to him, embraced him, and planted her lips on his.

Initially taken aback, Harry now had complete control over himself, and knew this was real. His lips responded to hers, as they had their first kiss. They held each other for what seemed like an eternity, until Harry broke their bond.

“Whats wrong?” Asked Ms. Davies.

“I-I just need to know.” Harry began, seemingly struggling to get the words out. “Are you doing this for me, or for him?”

Ms. Davies thought on his words for a second.

“I won’t lie, its partially about him… but mostly about you.”

They smiled at each other and Harry, satisfied with the answer, kissed his professor. His tongue slipped between her lips, and connected with hers.

As they kissed, their hands explored the others body. Harry caressing her ass and waist, while Ms. Davies caressed his arms and chest.

They pulled apart and Ms. Davies undid her dress. Harry watched her as he took off his shirt, then his pants and underwear, until he stood there completely naked. Ms. Davies was now nude as well, her erect nipples reaching out to Harry. Their eyes met, each seeing the others desire. Harry was mesmerized.

Ms. Davies reached out, took Harry’s hand, and placed it on her breast. His palm rubbed against her nipple as she looked at him seductively.

“We haven’t got long.” She said huskily, feeling Harry firmly squeezing her breast.

“I know.” Harry said, still drunk with passion.

Ms. Davies laid down on Michaels bed, taking away Harry’s handling of her breast. She laid there, as her hand went between her legs. Looking up at Harry, she rubbed herself, moaning lightly. Removing her hand, Harry saw that her fingers were glistening.

“I’m ready when you are.” She said, her wet fingers teasing her nipple.

Wordlessly, Harry climbed into bed, holding himself above her. His face was inches from hers, as his cock was inches from her pussy. He lowered himself a bit and his cock pressed against her mound. They looked into each others eyes.

“I’m not like him, you know.” Harry said. It was important that she knew that.

“I know.” She said, smiling up at him. “You’re better.”

A couple miles away, Hermione was on her knees at Michaels feet. Her face inches from his cock, she watched as precum seeped out of his bulbous head. She felt a pressure deep inside her that needed to be released. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” He asked.

Moment of truth. Hermione opened her mouth and felt his warm head slide past her lips. His precum dripped onto her tongue. She didn’t hate the taste. She swallowed it before licking the underside of his fat head.

With part of Michaels meat in her mouth, Hermione was wet, her juices coating her underwear.

She licked his head for a while, tasting more of his precum, which irregularly oozed out into her virgin mouth. Hermione moved her head forward seeing how much of him she could take. It wasn’t a lot. She felt her air constrict for little more than a second before pulling him out of her mouth. Breathing freely, a slight salty taste on her tongue, she looked to see that barely a quarter of Michaels cock was wet with her saliva.

“Its so big.” She said, wiping her lips, but her pussy lips needed it more.

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough.” Michael said, moving her hair out of her face.

Hermione hated how confident he sounded. As if he knew his cock would be filling her mouth regularly.

“So you got to see me, do I get to see you?” He asked, desperate to see her tits and twat.

“No chance.” Said Hermione, and she went to take his cock back in her mouth, but Michael pulled away.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He said. “You can have more if you show me your cookie.”

“My cookie?” She asked, slightly amused, and slightly irritated at how degrading he was being. As if sucking his cock was that big of a treat for her…,Well…

“Your cookie, your pussy, your cock sock. Pick whatever word you want, but I want to see it.”

“I-I didn’t know this was going to happen, so I, uh, I haven’t shaved in a while.” She blushed, her pink cheeks making her look so cute to Michael.

“Ah, so you’ve got a beaver. I bet its nice and wet. No problem, I don’t mind some hair. In fact, its kinda hot. You’re so prim and proper, but you’ve got a wild bush. Mmm I can work with that. So?”

Hermione deliberated before nodding, which caused her cheek to hit Michaels cock.

“Damn, you’re eager.” Michael chuckled as Hermione glared at him. “I’ve got an idea.”

Michael pulled Hermione up and walked her over to the bed.

“Get on the bed on your knees facing the other way, and bend over with your ass up.”

She glared at him again, showing no sign of doing what he said.

“You’ll like this, I promise. Now, do what I say.”

Hermione’s good sense once again overridden by her vagina, she got into place, her jean covered ass in the air.

Michael could see her juices through her jeans, and he smiled. He got on the bed behind her and rubbed her clothed ass, his hands then running along the inside of her thighs, touching the wet fabric. Reaching around the front of her waist, he undid her pants. Michael grabbed the sides of her pants and started to pull them down.

He couldn’t believe it. He was about to see Grangers virgin holes, something no other guy had been lucky enough to view. Her crack popped into view as he kept pulling her jeans and underwear down, until finally he saw her asshole. Dying to lick her pink little rosebud, he continued to pull down her pants, exposing her gorgeous, wet pussy. She wasn’t lying, she was pretty hairy, but his mouth watered nonetheless just looking at her hairy cooch, with her small glistening labia.

“Fuck, I think you like me more than you let on.” Michael chuckled. “I practically have you dripping.”

Hermione let out an irritated sigh, not knowing what to say. Yes, he turned her on. No, she wasn’t happy about it. It is what it is, and right now she needed to be licked.

“The hair doesn’t make you look any less delicious.” Said Michael, and he started to rub his thumb against her lips, spreading her open. “By the way, Potters not going to find anything of use in my room.”

And with that he pressed his face into her raised ass and became the only person in the world to know what Hermione Granger tasted like, and it was special. His tongue licked her folds, lapping up her juices from her virgin pussy.

Hermione, shocked by Michaels words, moaned as Michael licked her, savouring her taste.

“Unnh!” She moaned. “You knew?”

Michael somehow tore his tongue away from her delicious slit, to answer.

“Of course I knew.” He laughed. “I’ve been prepared for everything so far, so why wouldn’t I be prepared for this?”

His eyes met her pink asshole and he moved forward, giving it a lick. Hermione wasn’t expecting this and wriggled around in surprise, as Michael licked something she never thought would be licked. And never though it could feel so pleasant.

Making sure to leave her puckered hole nice and wet, Michael pulled away again. His fingers found there way to her pussy and started to dip in and out of her honey hole.

“I thought you were smart Hermione.” Said Michael, as Hermione moaned in pleasure. “I expected this from Potter, but not from you.”

The Ravenclaw student delighted in taunting the submitting lion, knowing it would irritate her. And of course it did, but she didn’t ask him to stop. It didn’t even cross her mind.

Michael dove back in, licking every inch of her, and swirling his tongue around her clit. Now screaming, Hermione was thoroughly enjoying Michaels tongue fucking.

Hermione’s screams sounded like a symphony to Michaels ears. His face pressed into her ass, he enjoyed the sound, smell, taste, sight and touch of her. Every one of his senses were screaming in pleasure, alongside Hermione.

Sensing that she was nearly cumming, Michael furiously licked her clit and spanked her ass as she came, in ecstasy. Michael continued to lick her slick holes long after her orgasm subsided. He wanted to savour every lick, before she came down from her orgasm and stopped him.

And sure enough, about 2 minutes after her earth shattering orgasm, Hermione finally came to her senses.

“Stop!” She said, Michael took one last lick of her pussy, before backing off, staring at the incredible view before him. You can’t find something this beautiful at the top of a mountain.

Hermione got up on her knees and pulled up her pants, her ass jiggling as Michael stared at it, mesmerized. She got off the bed and made for the door without a word.

“No blowjob then?” Michael asked, as she threw open the door.

She slammed it shut, furious at herself and made her way down the steps. The elderly men smiled at her as she walked by, staring at her ass and seeing the wet spot Michael had made. Once outside, Hermione took out the chess piece and tapped it with her wand, causing it to vibrate.

Michael walked down the steps, handed the barman the key and followed Hermione out with a smile.

Another great day in Hogsmeade.

Harry’s cock rubbed against Ms. Davies folds, pressing into her. Her mouth hung open slightly, awaiting his entry. Slowly, Harry guided his cock into her wet folds, splitting her warm lips apart. She let out a light moan as he slowly pressed into her, her pussy stretching around him.

Harry wasn’t as big as Michael, nor as experienced, and so she didn’t have too high of expectations. But she was pleasantly surprised at how good his slow, steady rhythm felt.

Moaning as he entered her over and over, she leaned up and kissed him. Their tongues danced once again as she moaned into his mouth. Catching her by surprise, he lightly bit her lip, which was a bit of inspiration that Michael hadn’t’ even done. And the light pressure turned her on even more as she continued to moan.

“Harry.” She said, her eyes closing in pleasure as he filled her up again. “This is amazing, but we don’t have long.”

“Ok. Yeah, sorry.” Harry leaned down and kissed her again, before pulling back up and staring into her warm, beautiful, brown eyes. “I got distracted.”

Harry kissed her neck as he started thrusting faster. His cock pushing in and out, they both started to near their orgasms. Leaving her neck wet from his kisses, Harry pulled away and they both stared into each others eyes as Harry started thrusting as fast and deep as he could.

Their eyes still locked, Ms. Davies started to cum. Feeling her pussy constrict around him from her orgasm, and hearing the wonderful sounds escaping from her lips, Harry came as well. He groaned as he filled her with his cum, and she was happy feeling him squirt inside her.

Both breathing heavily, and coming down from their orgasms, they held each other. Harry moved back, his cock slipping out of her pussy, and he started to kiss her breasts.

“That was really nice, Harry.” She said, as Harry tasted her juices on her nipple. “I needed something nice. Something sweet. Not just fucking.”

“Me too.” Said Harry, Ms. Davies nipple popping out of his mouth. “This is exactly what I needed.”

They kissed again, as the chess piece in Harry’s pocket began to vibrate. He heard it and they broke apart.

“We need to go.” He said, as Ms. Davies looked confused.

They got up and cleaned themselves up with magic. Then, cuddling in close under the invisibility cloak, they left Ravenclaw tower together.

Once they were a safe distance away they took off the cloak. They looked at each other, both smiling widely.

“I’m glad we didn’t find the memories.” Said Harry. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Me too.” She said, and they kissed one last time, before heading their separate ways.

(Part 9 will take a few days)

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One comment on “Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 8)

  1. Interesting, but I felt the bit with Hermione and Michael was a bit odd … she gave in a little too easily despite knowing what a jerk he is. Was sort of expecting something where she gives in a little to keep him from leaving and going back to the school but finds herself liking it.

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