Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 9)

(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.)

The next week flew by in the wake of Harry and Hermione’s failed attempt to find Michaels memories. After a short conversation they had both agreed that they’d set aside their vendetta. Just for the time being. They both still wanted to see Michael expelled, and wanted to be the ones responsible, but they had nothing to go on. They had quickly met, leaving multiple details out of their reports to each other, and went their separate ways, each with their own secret.

Harry decided not to tell Hermione about him and Ms. Davies, because he’d rather skip the lecture. They both valued Ms. Davies as a professor, but when Hermione first heard that she was running around with one of her students she was critical to say the least. So Harry kept it from her, and it only tormented him a little.

Hermione on the other hand was filled to the brim with torment and guilt. Regretting her moment of “honesty”, she wanted to tell Harry, but couldn’t bare to see the look on his face. As much as she hated the thought of him finding out through Michael, she held onto hope that he wouldn’t tell. And, miraculously, he hadn’t. Which didn’t put her ease. It only made her suspicious, as well as constantly on edge. What was he waiting for? He seized every opportunity to gloat before, so what was his angle?

Desperate to know, but unwilling to find out, she spent most of the last week on her own. She even took to avoiding Ginny.

Hermione knew that Ginny had been with Michael on several occasions. And while Ginny made it clear that their relationship was strictly sexual, Hermione still felt guilty.

There were only three people at Hogwarts whose company she really valued, who she called her friends, and she was uncomfortable around all of them. Ron was with Lavender, She couldn’t face Harry, and although Ginny was cool with most things, Hermione couldn’t tell her either.

And so there she was, one Saturday afternoon, all by herself in the library. The one place she truly felt at peace.

She walked around the aisles, enjoying the quiet calmness that permeated the air. The air felt different in the quiet library. Unable to decide if it was because of the quiet, or the vast selection of magical books, she located a thick book for a bit of light reading.

Walking through the aisles filled with many different amazing things, Hermione headed to her favourite spot: a nice little nook in the corner of the library.

She was nearly there when she heard voices coming from where she was headed. Rounding the corner, she saw that her spot wasn’t empty. In it was a third year boy.

As she came around the corner the boy was startled and dropped a magazine.

“Oh.” Hermione said, a little disappointed that her spot was occupied, but thrilled that the younger student was so eager to learn on a Saturday. However, she was confused about the voices. “Sorry, I didn’t realize this spot was taken.”

The boy’s face was beet red. Hermione knew how shy younger students often were, but all she did was apologize to him.

He nervously glanced down at the magazine that had fallen. Following his gaze, Hermione looked at it as well. Curious as to where in the library he got the magazine, she reached down and picked it up.

Looking at the cover, she saw that the title was “Wicked Witch’s.” The cover had a promiscuously dressed woman who was juggling her large breasts and blowing kisses.

“Where did you get this?!” She demanded and she looked at him expectantly.

“M-my brother told me that some of the older boys stash magazines in some of the books.” Said the boy, who looked horrified.

“‘In some of the books?’” Hermione asked, outraged. “Which ones?” And she looked around as if she was expecting more porn to tumble from the shelves.

Still looking horrified, the boy took off past Hermione.

“Boys are disgusting!” She called after him. Still reeling, she sat down in her favourite chair and tossed the magazine away from herself. “And in the library, honestly!” She said to herself.

Starting to settle down, she opened her book and began reading. Less than a minute into the quiet time she was so looking forward to, she was interrupted.

“Hey you.” Came a small voice, and Hermione wheeled around, searching for who the voice belonged to. She saw nobody. “Over here, sexy.” And Hermione identified it as a woman’s voice.

“Who’s there?” Hermione asked, and she continued to look around, not seeing anyone.

“I’m over here, right where you tossed me, sweetie. Yoo-hoo.”

Hermione looked down and saw that the magazine had opened when she tossed it. Inside, waving frantically, was a nude blond woman, whose breasts jiggled as she waved excitedly.

“There you go, gorgeous.” The blond said, as Hermione started to blush. “You found me.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Hermione said, uncomfortable and averting her eyes.

“About what, sweetie? You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Not with lips like those. I’m jealous.”

“I’m just going to close this.” Said Hermione, red cheeked. She cautiously reached to shut the magazine with two fingers.

“Come on, sweetie.” The blond pouted. “Don’t do that. Let me help you.”

“Help me with what?” Hermione couldn’t suppress a giggle, and she stopped reaching to close it.

“Well, whats a gorgeous girl like you doing all on your own? You should be beating the boys away, or at least have a few to beat off.”

Hermione knew it was just a stupid pornographic magazine, but the blonds words still stung a bit.

“I’m fine on my own.” She said, stiffly.

“Yes, you are. And I know plenty of boys to help you have fun on your own. But maybe you don’t want a boy, maybe you want a girl?” And the blond grabbed her large breast, and held it up to her mouth as she licked her pink nipple, winking.

“Oh! Um, no, I like boys.” Said Hermione, awkwardly watching the woman and wanting her to stop, although slightly captivated.

“Rex, c’mere! I’ve got a treat for you.” The blond called, off to the side of the page, before looking back at Hermione. “You’re gonna love Rex. And just so you know: no, thats not a third leg.”

Suddenly a man walked onto the page. A tall, good looking, athletic man, with a massive penis. He walked up to the blond and looked her up and down.

“This is a nice treat.” He said, spanking her ass and smiling. Then he turned and faced Hermione. “Damn… Sorry babe, but I see something tastier.”

He took a step towards Hermione and started stroking his 12 inch cock. Hermione, who had been on the verge of closing the book, was mesmerized by how large Rex’s cock was. Unable to fathom how any woman could fit something that size inside them, her eyes were glued to his cock.

“Boy am I happy to see you.” He said, his hand rubbing his bulbous cock-head. “How about you? Do you like what you see?”

Hermione was speechless. She looked around, ensuring that she was alone, and then back at the page where Rex was bouncing his cock.

“Shes all alone, Rex.” Said the blond. “No boys to fill the hole in her life.”

“I can take care of that.” Rex smiled at Hermione. “You got a hole I can fill, beautiful?”

“Have fun you two.” Said the blond and she ran off the page, her breasts bouncing wildly.

“What is happening?” Hermione whispered, looking around once more and giggling. Her initial shock and embarrassment had worn off. There was no real brain in these moving images. They clearly weren’t like the portraits that lined the Hogwarts staircase and hallways. Just hollow pretty people… well endowed hollow pretty people.

She had been looking forward to reading, but perhaps she’d try some different reading material. It was still educational, just in a different way.

Hermione hadn’t had an orgasm since that mistake with Michael. Every time she got the urge, Michael popped into her head, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Even if it was just an imagined version of him. She couldn’t get that cocky grin out of her mind.

But now that she had a visual stimulant, Michael was far from her mind. The only image flashing across her brain were of Rex’s huge cock, and strong arms. That familiar tingling sensation had started between her legs and she was itching to give her body the attention it required.

Hermione continued to ogle Rex’s huge cock, struggling to imagine getting any more than his cock-head inside her. Even in a fantasy she struggled to turn off her brain. But she has to try.

Hermione looked around for a third time and, seeing she was clear, she slipped her hand under her pants and into her panties. Her fingers met her warm mound as she started to rub herself.

“Why don’t you take out your tits for me?” Rex asked, spitting in his hand and rubbing it all over his dick.

“No.” Hermione said, starting to get wet. “If someone comes in here, I’d rather no- why am I explaining this to you?! Just-just tell me what you’d like to do to me.”

Seeing Rex smile at this, she felt herself become wet with anticipation.

“I’d spread you open and shove my cock up your dripping cunt.”

“Not so foul!” Hermione scolded the piece of paper.

“I’d take you gently in my arms and lay you on th-“

“A little more foul than that.” She said, wondering how anybody had the patience for this.

“I’d push you down on the bed, and spread your legs, with my hands on your thighs. With my throbbing cock in hand, I’d rub my massive cock against your wet pussy.”

“Thats better.” Hermione said, and she got more comfortable in her seat, as her fingers rubbed her wet folds. “Keep going.”

“I’d lean down and kiss you while you feel my shaft press into your thigh. Just imagine my warmth on your leg, baby. Can you you feel the weight of it?”

“Yes.” Hermione said, quietly. She had become very wet and had started to finger herself. Her index and middle finger slipped in and out, imagining Rex doing this to her.

“Good. I want you to feel all of me, while I feel all of you. I’d take your breast in my hand and play with your nipples. Play with your nipples for me.”

Hermione’s other hand slipped under her shirt, and past her bra, to her stiff nipples. Teasing it, she hung on Rex’s every word.

“Damn, look what you do to me, baby. I wanna jump out of these pages and run my hands all over your sexy body.”

“What about your tongue?” Hermione asked, closing her eyes, ready to picture it.

“My tongue would swirl around yours, while I rub-“

“No, I meant licking me.” Hermione said, and she realized that was the first time she’d ever essentially asked someone to lick her.

“I’d slowly lick your neck and-“

“No, Merlins sake!” Hermione said, exasperated.

“So, you prefer older guys, huh?” Rex asked. “Well don’t worry, baby. Merlins coming.”

Suddenly a nude elderly man walked onto the page with a lengthy beard that went down to his crotch. However, it wasn’t long enough to shield Hermione’s eyes from the elderly mans long penis.

Hermione shrieked and quickly closed the magazine.

She removed her fingers from her vagina, and sat there feeling irritated with herself. She felt her wetness in her underwear as she sat there.

Great, now she had made a mess, and had nothing to show for it. Her fingers sticky, she got up and left the library, unable to stop herself from imagining Michaels thick cock.

She had tried to turn off her brain, but the thing she let do the thinking for her had no brain to speak of. It was just a stupid magazine, full of beautiful people, bewitched to tell people they’re hot. Did boys really enjoy that? That mindless, hollow flattery?

She made it to the bathroom and began to wash her hands, cleaning her scent from them.

As she thoroughly scrubbed between her fingers, she continued to pout about her disappointing experience. Multiple questions zoomed through her mind.

Was it really the magazines fault that she couldn’t enjoy herself? Why did she feel the need to dictate and control things? Was this always going to be a problem?

It wasn’t with Michael, a voice said in the back of her head. He dictated things to her…

Stopping it from going any further, Hermione took a deep breath, dried her hands, and went out to try to enjoy the remainder of her Saturday.

Ms. Davies walked through the corridor, feeling conflicted. Determined, but conflicted. She had put off a conversation with Michael for over a week, and she couldn’t any longer. And so she walked the corridor, searching for him.

Normally, when professors are searching for a single student, they’d send a ghost to do it. Someone who could traverse the vast castle quickly and with ease, enquiring with its fellow spectres.

However, Ms. Davies wanted to keep this as quiet as possible. And so she searched the halls, using the long amount of time it took to think things through and remain composed.

She just had to end it. Formally and with maturity. Just like any other relationship.

Avoiding Michael was impossible as his teacher, and so getting closure was key to resolving their… fling.

After searching for a long time, but feeling like no time at all, she found Michael with his friends, including her younger brother, Roger.

Michael was laughing and joking, with seemingly not a care in the world.

“Michael.” She said, confidently.

Michael looked up and smiled at her.

“Professor Davies.” He said, looking her up and down. “You look delicious today.”

Blushing slightly, Ms. Davies could already see he was going to be difficult. She looked at the two others Michael was with: Anthony Goldstein, and Roger. Anthony looked shocked and amused, and Roger’s jaw was clenched as he stared off into the distance.

When she initially realized that Michael was nothing more than a devious pervert, her mind had immediately went to Roger. She desperately had hoped that Michael hadn’t been an ass about him being with her, but she knew she was being far too optimistic. Of course he gloated to Roger about it. And he was probably hard while doing it.

“Can I speak to you for a moment?” She asked, tensely.

“Of course, Professor.” Said Michael, smirking. She used to enjoy his smile, now it made her uncomfortable. It was a smug smile, that said that he could have whatever he wants. But not today. Today he loses something.

She turned and, feeling his eyes on her ass, they went into an empty classroom. Closing it behind her, she turned to face him.

“Look, Michael.” She began. “I don’t want to drag this out so here it goes: its over. We both knew it, but it had to be said. Now, I know we’re going to have to see each other in class and so I just wanted to clear the air.”

“Its not over.” Said Michael, his smile infuriating Ms. Davies.

“Excuse me?”

“Its not over, because you don’t want it to be over.”

“You don’t know what I want.” She said hotly.

Michaels smile widened.

“I licked every inch of your naked body. Practically. And when I was inside you, you were all too eager to be my little slut. Hell, you even said so. And I remember feeling your cunt tighten up around me when you said it. You don’t want it to be over. You want to want it to be over, but its not over. You and I both know that you’re going to be cleaning my cum out of your gorgeous pussy. I don’t know when, but soon. And I can’t wait to get you all sweaty and lick your salty tits.”

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

“I am.” He said, nodding. “Which is why you want me.”

“I don’t want you. Never again. And your forked tongue will never come anywhere near my breasts again either. Or any other part of my body, for that matter.”

“We’ll see.”

“So, you’re going to be difficult then?”

“No. No, I’m not going to be difficult. And I wont tell anyone else about how much you love my cock. But, I will be waiting. And when you crawl back to me, I’ll have a lot of cum stored up, just for you. How does that make you feel?”

“Repulsed.” She said.

“And how does your repulsion make you feel?”

They stared at each other.

“Goodbye, Michael.” She said, and she turned and left.

“Goodbye, Professor.” Michael said, admiring her ass. “See you soon.”

Ms. Davies stormed off. That had not gone the way she planned. She had lost her cool almost immediately, but it wasn’t her fault. Who wouldn’t respond to what Michael said with anger?

She reflected on his words, and it only made her even angrier. The nerve of him! So confident that she’d “crawl back” to him, as if his cock was a life force. As if he himself were some sort of god to women.

She needed to calm down, and the best way to do that was in the arms of her new man. She needed to see Harry. Ms. Davies raced off to her room to change a specific garment before meeting him. She approached her door, hurriedly. She tapped her wand on the lock and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice beside her.

“Don’t be alarmed.” The voice said, and Ms. Davies looked and saw nothing. Then Harry’s head popped into view, floating there. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but I thought it’d look suspicious if I just stood here waiting.”

“My goodness!” She said, clutching her chest. “Well, you did startle me. Nearly scared me half to death.”

“Sorry.” He repeated. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Me too.” She said, smiling at him. “I was going to go look for you after I freshened up.”

“I don’t see anything you can improve. You look perfect to me.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, now get in.” She held the door for him and looked around. Nobody was there, and so she went in after him, locking the door behind her.

Harry had removed the cloak completely, and stood there with a basket in hand.

“What have you got there?” She asked.

“Just a little treat.” He said. “If you’re in the mood for something sweet.”

“Well, that depends on what you’re asking I’m in the mood for.” She smiled at him, with a glint in her eye.

“What’re you in the mood for?” Harry asked, feeling his cock twitch.

“I’m not hungry, if thats what you’re asking. At least not for food.”

Harry dropped the basket and moved toward her. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, as his lips locked with hers. They passionately kissed for a while, as if it had been forever since their last. Then Harry, his fingers grazing her voluptuous ass, somehow separated his lips from hers.

“You taste amazing.” He said, not thinking. When he was with her he couldn’t think. Her presence stripped him of his thoughts and laid him bare, acting purely on impulse.

“Thanks, you taste pretty good yourself.” She smiled up at him.

Ms. Davies loved the affect she had on him, knowing that he only ever responded with honesty and openness. Something she needed, after being fed lie after lie by Michael. Harry was nothing like Michael. He was the anti-Michael, his complete opposite.

She leaned up and kissed him again, giving him another taste.

“What else do you want to taste?” She asked, her lips millimetres away from his, her breath on his skin.

“Everything.” He replied, open and honest.

They pulled apart.

“First, lets see what you brought.” She said, bending down to grab the fallen basket.

She set it on her table and rummaged through it.

“Whip cream, strawberries, broken bottle of champagne.”

“Dammit.” Said Harry, scolding himself for dropping the basket.

“Its alright.” Ms. Davies chuckled. “I want to be sober for every second of it. Don’t you?”

“Absolutely. Thats obviously why I broke it. Purposefully.”

“Of course.” She smirked. “I’ve got to say though, I’m a little disappointed theres no chocolate. Its my favourite.”

“Do you still have the birthday chocolates I gave you?” Harry asked, remembering what Michael had said he was going to do with them.

“You mean the massive box of chocolates? Of course. Shall I grab them?” She bit her lip seductively.

“Yes please.” Said Harry.

“I’ll be back in a moment. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I see that theres something you need to let breath.” And with that she left Harry alone in the room.

He quickly stripped, removing all of his clothes, as his cock gleefully sprung out of his underwear in anticipation. He stood there waiting, admiring the paintings on the wall.

“My my.” Ms. Davies spoke from behind him. “Someones excited.”

Harry turned to see her standing there in red lingerie, holding the box of chocolates. Her large breasts popped out of the top of the bustier, tantalizingly. Harrys eyes dropped to see her red panties connected by a garter belt to see through black thigh high stockings. She looked exquisite.

“Um, I have a lot of reasons to be excited.” He said in awe.

She started towards him, her breasts jiggling with every step.

“Y’know, I never really understood lingerie. Putting on something that you’re only going to take off moments later. But now that I see the look on your face, I think I understand.”

“Its not the lingerie, its you.” Said Harry, as she reached him. She dropped the box, and they kissed once more. Harry grabbed her ass, his fingers feeling the soft fabric of her underwear and the softness of her skin. Ms. Davies felt his cock press into her pubic region, and she reached down and grabbed it, slowly stroking him.

“Get this thing off me.” She said, feeling his precum drizzle onto her stomach, just below her bellybutton.

Harry’s hand left her ass as he started to undo the back of her bustier. Once undone, she slipped out of it, and rubbed her breasts in each hand.

“They feel better now that they’re free.”

Harry reached up, replacing her hand with his as he massaged the underside of her breast. Moving his fingers up, he rubbed across her nipple, and she exhaled slowly, feeling the tingling sensation.

“That feels nice.” She said, as they each played with one of her nipples. “But you know what would feel better?”

“Licking melted chocolate off of them.” Harry said, hoping that was the answer.

“You read my mind.” Ms. Davies said, and they ceased playing with her erect pink nipples.

Harry grabbed the chocolates, and Ms. Davies went over and sat down on a very soft rug in front of the fireplace. Grabbing her wand, she flicked her wrist and a fire roared up.

Harry placed the open box of chocolates near enough to the dancing flames that he could feel the heat.

Ms. Davies magically summoned a bowl, and placed the chocolates inside. She tapped the bowl with her wand and then placed the bowl right by the fire.

The two of them sitting beside each other on the comfortable rug, they kissed, their hands exploring the others body under the warmth of the flames. Harry’s fingers pinched her nipple and she moaned into his mouth.

“Unnnh, bite my lip again.” She said remembering their time on Michaels bed. Harry happily obliged, lightly biting her lip as he pulled on her nipple. “Mmm thats so hot.” She said once her lip left his teeth. She looked over at the bowl by the fire. “The chocolate should be ready. Don’t worry, I put a cold spell on the bowl.”

Harry grabbed the bowl, hesitating slightly, but there was no need. The bowl felt cool in his hands, and he looked in and saw that the chocolate had melted. Ms. Davies took her wand and waved it over the chocolate.

“It wont harden now, and it’ll stay warm.” She said, as Harry looked at her quizzically. There was still so much he didn’t know.

Ms. Davies dipped her finger in the chocolate and, looking at Harry, slipped it into her mouth.

“Mmm.” She moaned, and removed her finger, chocolate free and glistening. She stuck her finger back in the bowl, and rubbed the chocolate around her nipple. “I hope you don’t mind me double dipping.”

“Not at all.” Said Harry, his eyes fixed on her now brown nipple.

Ms. Davies licked the excess chocolate off of her finger and then stuck out her chest towards Harry.

Smiling like a kid on Christmas, Harry leaned down and slowly licked Ms. Davies chocolaty nipple. His tongue swirled around it, collecting any excess chocolate he left behind. He made sure to get every single drop, and make her nipple shine in the light of the fire.

Ms. Davies used two fingers to scoop out some more chocolate. Removing her hand from the bowl, a drop landed on her underwear. She rubbed the large scoop of chocolate around her other nipple, smearing some of it across her breast.

“Your assignment for today, Potter, is to make sure my body is completely free of chocolate.”

“I’m more than up to it, Professor.” Harry said, wanting to pour the bowl over her chest.

“Good.” She said, and she lightly shook her breasts, as a large drop of chocolate flew off of her nipple onto her stomach. “Start licking.”

Harry, grinning from ear to ear, got to work on her other breast. He licked, sucked, and lightly bit all around her breast as he swallowed every bit of chocolate, including the drops on her stomach and underwear.

“I think these are going to need to come off, Professor.” Said Harry, his face close to her crotch, and able smell her arousal. “It soaked through the fabric and onto your skin. And you did say ‘completely free of chocolate’.”

“That I did. Well then, take them off me, Potter.”

Harry wasted no time in removing the garter and her underwear. She lifted her legs as Harry slid the wet fabric off of her thick thighs, past her calves, and off past her feet.

Tossing her panties aside, he looked up to see that she had poured some of the chocolate out onto both breasts. She smiled as the warm liquid ran down her breasts.

“Still plenty of work to do, Harry. Best get to work.”

For the next few minutes Harry licked every inch of her wonderful fat breasts, until they were once again chocolate free. He stared at her glistening globes, wet from his spit.

“Satisfactory.” She said, joking.

“Satisfactory?!” He asked, feigning outrage.

“Outstanding! Terrific! A+!” She said, laughing. “But now that the appetizer is finished, its time for the main course, and I’m hungry for some meat.”

Ms. Davies laid down, and spread her legs, giving Harry a view of her pink pussy.

“Fuck me, Harry.” She said, no longer laughing, no longer smiling. She was just horny.

Harry crawled over to her, and sat on his knees, positioning himself. He slipped his thumb inside her pussy, making sure she was ready for his cock. His thumb slid in with ease, and he pulled it out, ready to fill her with his cock.

Ms. Davies lifted her legs and positioned them on Harry’s shoulders. Her warm, wonderful legs hugged him as he pressed his cock into her womanhood, feeling her envelop him.

Both moaned in pleasure as Harry slid his entire length inside her. He started to fuck her, slowly moving in and out, but Ms. Davies was too horny for something slow.

“Fuck me harder, Harry.” She moaned as he filled her again.

Picking up his pace, Harry fucked her, the sound of his skin on hers filling the room. Harry fucked his professor for a few minutes as she built up to an orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Harry!” She moaned loudly. “Say something dirty to me!”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Said Harry, in ecstasy.

“Something dirty, Harry! The first thing that comes to mind.”

Without thinking, in a moment of honest lust, Harry said the dirtiest thing that came to mind. Something Ms. Davies never expected.

“I want to watch Michael fuck you!”

His words hit them both at the same time, but in different ways. Although both were horrified, Harry was regretful, and Ms. Davies was livid.

“Stop!” She yelled, and Harry stopped with his cock halfway inside her. “What did you say?”

“I-I dunno?” Said Harry, as confused as she was. “It-it just slipped out.”

“But is it true?” Ms. Davies asked, covered in sweat, and still breathing heavily from Harry’s fucking.

“I…” began Harry, but couldn’t fund the right words.

“Harry, be honest, do you want to see me fucked by that asshole?”

“Yes.” Harry said, being honest, both with her and himself. He’d never thought about it, but watching Michael fuck her the first time had left him confused. Of course he was upset, angry even, but it also turned him on seeing her completely let go and give in to Michael.

Ms. Davies looked furious, and she tore her legs off his shoulders and wriggled away, freeing her pussy of his cock. She stood up and grabbed her wand, her sweaty breasts bouncing around. She waved her wand and her nearby housecoat floated to her, and she put it on, shielding her body from his view.

“Harry, I want you to leave.” She said, stiffly.

“Please, I’m sorry!” Harry said, furious with himself. “I-it just slipped out.”

“Leave.” She said quietly and pointed towards the exit.

“I don’t want to want it.” He said, unknowingly triggering her memory of her earlier encounter with Michael.

“Now!” She yelled, and they looked at each other. “Please. Just leave.”

Defeated, Harry got dressed and walked to the door, his cloak in hand.

“Put it on, and don’t take it off until you’re well away.” She said.

“I’m sorry, Hayley.” Said Harry, expecting her to scold him for using her first name, but she didn’t. And with that, Harry threw on the cloak, opened the door, and left.

Across the castle Hermione had been enjoying a good book. Deciding to treat herself, she read fiction in lieu of something educational. Absorbed in her book, in a comfortable chair in the Gryffindor common room, she didn’t notice that she had company.

“Hey, Hermione.” Said Ginny, walking up and sitting down.

“Hey Ginny.” Replied Hermione. She shifted uncomfortably, the feelings of guilt flooding back in.

Ginny let her friend read, as she began to do her homework, saying nothing more, and taking a roll of parchment out of her bag.

The two of them sat there for a few minutes, Ginny writing, and Hermione attempting to read. However, Hermione couldn’t focus. She had read the same line multiple times, taking in none of it. She tried again, making an extra effort to digest what the writer was saying, but she was unsuccessful.

Admitting defeat, Hermione lowered her book and mentally prepared herself, knowing what she must do. But, it wasn’t easy. Hermione had never been in this position before, and she had no idea what to expect. All she knew was that she had to brave. Earn the honor of being placed in Gryffindor. She had to come clean to Ginny. Hermione took a deep breath.

“Are you ok, Hermione?” Asked Ginny, noticing Hermione’s nerves.

Hermione looked around the room, and was thankful that they were alone, everyone else out appreciating the warm weather.

“No, Ginny, I’m not ok.” Said Hermione. “I have something to tell you.”

Ginny set down her quill, looking intrigued.

“I don’t know how to do this, so I’m just going to be to the point and honest. Ginny, last weekend in Hogsmeade I-I was with Michael.”

Hermione paused to let that sink in, not wanting to hurt Ginny with the details. Knowing that there was a chance that Ginny would be fine with it, she awaited her response.

“Hmm.” Said Ginny, expressionless.

“Hmm? What does that mean, are you upset?”

“Upset? No. No, I’m just surprised that you had it in you.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Hermione.

“Well, when I told you to fuck him, I meant it. I know we both laughed it off, but I was serious. I didn’t think you’d ever actually do it, but I wasn’t lying when I said he’s great in bed. But, I don’t need to tell you that.” Ginny smiled reassuringly, seeing that her friend was clearly feeling guilty.

“No! I didn’t sleep with him. I- we just did some… stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah… y’know… mouth stuff…”

“He tongue fucked you?”

“Ginny!”

“Relax mom. Its not my term, thats just what people say.”

“I don’t think they do.” Said Hermione, not recalling ever hearing that phrase before.

“Well, Michael does.”

“That I believe.”

“So?” Ginny looked at Hermione excitedly. “How was it?”

“It- it was fine.” Lied Hermione.

“Fine? Hermione, if it was just fine then it wasn’t Michael.”

“Ok, ok! It was great.” Hermione reflected on how good her orgasm felt that day. “It felt amazing.”

“See? Told you so.”

“So, you’re not angry with me?”

“Hermione, I suggested it, didn’t I?”

“So you’re not upset? Not even a little?”

Ginny shook her head.

“So you were seriously suggesting I sleep with him… with Michael?

“I know I liked it.”

Now that Hermione knew she had no reason to feel guilty, something Ginny said earlier hit her.

“Wait, what did you mean when you said you were surprised that I’d do it?”

“Seriously?” Ginny chuckled. “Hermione… c’mon, its you. I’m not trying to be rude, but…”

“But what?” Hermione asked, her brow furrowed. Ginny laughed harder, irritating Hermione.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Hermione, you’re a prude.”

Hermione felt stung, remembering Michael had called her that as well. Was she really so uptight? Was she boring?

“I’m not that bad, am I?”

“Theres nothing wrong with it, its just-“

“Boring?”

“I didn’t say it!” Ginny threw her arms up in innocence.

“What, and you’re really adventurous?” Hermione asked, trying to irritate Ginny as much as she irritated her.

“Theres no need to get so testy.” Said Ginny, smiling. “And yes, I am.”

“In what way?” Hermione asked, conveniently forgetting everything Ginny had done with Michael.

“Well, for instance, right now me and Michael are-“ Ginny stopped.

“What?” Hermione asked, throwing her hand up. “You and Michael are…?”

“Never mind.” Ginny said, busying herself with her homework, smiling.

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Why? So you can scold me? No thanks.”

Hermione scoffed. If Ginny was such a free spirit then why couldn’t she just tell her? She watched Ginny work on her homework, acting like nothing had happened. She seemed completely at ease.

Maybe she was telling the truth? Maybe Ginny was the adventurous one, and Hermione was just her worrisome friend that tried to quash her free spirit.

If thats truly who Hermione was, then she didn’t want to be that person anymore. The cost was too high for such little reward.

She looked at Ginny, her fearless friend, and wished she had her nerve.

(Final part will come out sometime next week)

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2 comments on “Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 9)

  1. Final part? Nooooooo! I know you have given us warning, but … I’m going to be a bit sad without having the next part to look forward to. Needless to say, I’ve been loving it, thank you.

    Edit: a word.

  2. I’ve really enjoyed these. I’m not a Harry Potter fan but I know enough about it to follow along. These are very well written and seem believable. Especially how Hermione is a slow process, that makes it much more enjoyable than her changing her ways quickly

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