(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.)
Receiving a great view of Hermione’s spread pussy, Ginny bit her lip, and Michael just said “mmmm.”
Michael started to move in, but Ginny stopped him.
“You already got a taste.” Said the bicurious redhead, and she crawled on the huge bed after Hermione, positioning herself between her friends legs.
Hermione watched Ginny, as she stared at her exposed vagina, her hands rubbing around her thighs.
“Someones excited.” Said Ginny, lowering herself and popping her ass in the air. Ginny smiled as she lowered her face, smelling Hermione’s musky scent.
Hermione’s eyes closed as Ginny’s tongue found her pussy, pleasing her with long slow licks.
“How do you like the taste?” Asked Michael, positioning himself behind Ginny, spreading her cheeks, and preparing to eat her out.
“She tastes great.” Said Ginny, between licks. “I see why you love eating pussy so much ungh!” Michaels tongue had found Ginny’s twat and was licking away, and Ginny set off back to work. She was licking a moaning Hermione, and moaning as Michael licked her.
Michael, having already eaten Ginny out dozens of times, decided it was time to give Hermione another oral lesson. He gave Ginny one last big lick, and spanked her ass, before getting up and moving over to Hermione’s head.
She saw him coming and watched his cock bounce, knowing exactly what he wanted, and exactly what she’d like to do. Thankfully, they both had the same interests at the moment.
Michael dropped to his knees, and his cock hung there above Hermione’s head. She adjusted herself and sat up, his cock brushing against her lips. Moaning, she smiled up at him, leaned over, and started sucking on his cockhead. Her tongue rubbing against the underside of his bellend, Michael reached down and played with her breasts. His thumb brushed over her hard nipple, as she sucked and savoured his cock. She was much better than last time, probably feeling more comfortable with Ginny in the room to make sure things didn’t get too crazy. That was foolish though. Ginny would, if anything, make things crazier.
Feeling more bold with every flick of her tongue, Hermione began to slide Michaels meat into her now stretching mouth. She cooed and moaned around his thick member, feeling Ginny’s tongue against her clitoris. Stretching her skills to her limits, Hermione tried to see how far she could take him, only to be surprised by how much she couldn’t. Feeling it hard to breath with Michael filling her mouth, Hermione removed him, and began breathing heavily. She looked up at Michael, who smiled down at her.
Michael loved the look on Hermione’s face, and loved the look of surprise she had when she realized she could only get half of him in her mouth. Finally something to shut up little miss goodie two shoes.
A trail of spit dribbling down her chin, she wiped it up, and looked up at him defiantly, knowing the degrading thoughts running through his head.
“You look good with my cock in your mouth.” Said Michael, twisting her nipple slightly.
Hermione winced and then moaned from Ginny’s tongue. Unfortunate timing, she thought, as Michael continued to manipulate her nipple.
“Please don’t ruin it by speaking.” Said Hermione.
“Fine, I’ll just let you imagine what I’m thinking.” And Michael pushed his cock into her cheek, wanting to be sucked some more.
Hermione was past the point of wanting to flee. Even now, as Michael purposefully degraded her, her mind was only on his cock and Ginny’s tongue. Wondering if he did something to the water, she willfully took him back in her mouth and began bobbing her head on his cock.
Michael groaned as he watched Hermione suck his cock, herself moaning, as Ginny tasted her juices. Both feeling intense pleasure, they came to a silent agreement, it wasn’t enough. As great as it felt, they needed to take it further.
Tasting Michaels precum leaking onto her tongue, Hermione popped Michaels spit covered cock out of he mouth.
“That feels amazing Ginny, but I think I’m ready for the next part.”
Ginny looked up at Hermione, her tongue still licking away, and sucked Hermione’s clit making her scream a little. Having finished dramatically, Ginny lifted her head out of Hermione’s crotch, her juices on her chin, and smiled.
“You’re ready?” Ginny asked, wiping her face and licking her fingers.
“I am.” Said Hermione, feeling a pressure deep inside her that needed to be quelled.
Ginny left her comfortable spot between Hermione’s legs and sat up by her head, allowing Michael to take replace her. Michael ran his finger along her wet slit, ensuring she was lubricated enough for his cock. He lined his thick cock up with her pussy, firmly rubbing himself against it, making her moan. Rubbing his head against her virgin hole, he looked at her, wanting to see her reaction.
“Is it gonna hurt?” Asked Hermione.
“It might, but only for a little bit.” Said Ginny, cupping Hermione’s breast and kissing her shoulder. “Then it feels amazing.”
“Still want me to fuck you?” Asked Michael. He could’ve phrased it in a kinder manner, a way to put her at ease instead of feel slightly degraded, but then he wouldn’t be Michael. Regardless, he didn’t change her mind.
“Yes.” Said Hermione, looking up at him and preparing herself. “Fuck me, Michael.”
Michael smiled hearing his name, and slowly pressed onto Hermione’s tight slit. She was certainly a tight fit, thought Michael, as Hermione moaned as he slowly filled her up.
Hermione felt only a slight discomfort as Michael filled her virgin pussy. Ginny having licked her for so long made her extremely wet, making it more pleasurable. Feeling her pussy adjust to Michael’s girth, she looked up into his eyes, seeing his delight. She felt slightly uncomfortable as he smiled down at her wickedly, having taken yet another Hogwarts students virginity.
Half his length inside Hermione, Michael slowly started to pull out, loving how snug her cunt was, gripping his cock. His cockhead nearly out, he pushed back in, filling her up a little faster this time. He continued like this, very slowly fucking Hermione, allowing her to adjust to him. Michael wanted this to last, and he wanted Hermione screaming his name, and never forgetting it. He loved the thought of his cock taking up space in her brain, and knowing that she’d be thinking about this later. Reflecting on it, and touching herself.
But in order for that he needed to fuck her, and fuck her good. And so, sensing that her tight pussy had adjusted enough, Michael started to fuck her at a steady rhythm. Hermione moaned lightly as half his cock entered her at a quicker pace, and sighed as she felt her pussy empty.
“Does it feel good?” Asked Ginny, rubbing Hermione’s nipple between her thumb and index finger. She smiled at her friends reaction.
Hermione moaned again, louder than before, and nodded. Her mouth hung open now, as Micheal steadily fucked her recently virgin pussy.
Sensing that she was ready for it, Michael pushed a little further, going deeper inside the tight honor student. He stared at her lovely face, his ego sated by the pleasure in her eyes and the sounds leaving her lips. Seeing her there, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes telling him harder, it had all been worth it. This is why he was the way he was, because it worked. Nobody else had even come close to slipping their cocks inside this tight asses tight hole, and yet here he was, filling her up.
His hands gripping her hips he started to fuck her like he would any other woman. Like he fucked Ms. Davies a few days earlier, like he’d been fucking cool Ginny Weasley all year. Just like them, she was his, giving herself to him completely. Looking into her eyes, she saw the thoughts in his head, she understood him, but she just looked like she wanted him to fuck her harder.
By now Ginny was sucking on Hermione’s nipples as Michaels cock pumped in and out. Hermione’s screams filled the room, accompanied by the slapping sound of skin on skin. Michaels tight little fuck toy was loving this, lost in the pleasure only his cock gave her.
He grabbed Hermione’s leg and placed it on his shoulder, and did the same with the other. As he fucked her, he kissed her leg. Picking up his pace again, he felt her legs tighten around him, and pretty soon so did her pussy.
Hermione began moaning and screaming louder than before, in pure ecstasy under Michael’s pounding. His fat cock filling her up over and over gave the book worm her first orgasm. And it hit her hard. Her whole body tensed and she screamed loudly, as Michael felt her pussy spasm around his cock.
“Oh my fucking god!” Hermione screamed as she came, squirting her juices on Michaels cock and abdomen. Michael still slowly pumping in and out, Hermione’s toes curled. “That was incredible!” She said breathing heavily.
“Told you.” Said Ginny, kissing Hermione’s lips and rubbing her own unfucked pussy.
“Its your turn.” Said Hermione, a little embarrassed by how loud she was. She knew it must’ve really inflated Michaels already too large ego.
“I’ve had my turn and then some.” Replied Ginny. “I think you need to go for round two. You should sit on it.”
Hermione decided to be a little selfish and nodded.
“Ok, that sounds hot.” Said Hermione. Then she looked at Michael. “Lay down.”
Michael smiled, removing his cock from his new favorite vagina, and took Hermione’s legs off his shoulders. Laying down, Hermione straddled him, his shaft pressing into her hungry pussy.
Hermione thought this would make her feel more powerful and in charge, but somehow she felt even more filthy. Before he was fucking her, but now she was pleasing him.
She hoisted herself up and lined his cock up with her pussy. Before she put it in she looked at Michael, who had his hands behind his head, ready to watch Hermione bounce on him. He winked at her, and despite the look she gave back to him, she started to lower herself onto his fat cock.
“Oh, Merlin!” Hermione moaned, feeling his meat start to impale her.
“You should try out for quidditch, Hermione.” Said Michael. “You look good on a broomstick.”
Unable to think of a comeback, because of the piece of meat stretching her out once again, Hermione stayed silent. Well, at least she didn’t say any words.
“Unnngh!” She moaned as she lowered herself onto him, and then started to slip him back out.
Feeling him mostly fill her up, she wanted to test her limits and so she sunk as low as she could go.
“Fuuuuck!” She screamed out, her mouth hanging wide open, and her eyes rolling back in her head. She was completely full of Michaels cock. She raised herself with a groan through now gritted teeth, and began to fuck him.
Hermione bouncing on his cock, Michael grabbed her breasts and squeezed them roughly. Hermione seemed to like the rough treatment as she continued to impale herself on Michaels fat dick.
“Isn’t this better than scowling at me.” Said Michael, and he slapped her ass, making her squeal.
Loving the look of Hermione on his cock, but feeling this moment could still be better, Michael looked around for Ginny.
“Sit on my face!” He said, and she happily obliged.
Hermione’s tight pussy bouncing on his cock, and Ginny’s tight ass squishing into his face, Michael was in heaven. This was his crowning achievement, and Roger could eat his heart out.
Michaels tongue viscously attacked Ginny’s wet pussy, as Hermione furiously rode him. The sounds filling the room were like animals in heat, as the two girls were moaning and screaming in pure euphoria, as Michael grunted in pure bliss.
It didn’t take long for Ginny to cum, her juices lapped up by Michaels tongue, as she screamed in pleasure. Michael gave her quivering cunt one last lick and Ginny hopped off, restoring Michaels spectacular view of Hermione’s sweaty body. Staring at her perky breasts, Michael grabbed Hermione by the hips and started to fuck her, using both his arms to pull her toward him and thrusting up into her. Once again Hermione was screaming loud indistinguishable words, and for the second time she came on Michaels cock, feeling pleasure unlike she had ever felt before.
And now it was Michaels turn. He sat up, moving Hermione off of him, and stood.
“On your knees.” He commanded, furiously jerking his cock, and both girls took their respective places underneath him.
Their mouths open and tongues outstretched, Michael bellowed and came, shooting rope after rope of cum onto Ginny and Hermione’s gorgeous faces. Both getting a little on their tongues, they each swallowed, Ginny getting hers down easier. Michael got every last drop milked from his cock, making sure it landed on Hermione’s cheek.
“Fuck.” He said, breathing heavily. “Who knew truth or dare could be so much fun?”
The two girls sat there covered in cum, one of Hermione’s eyes forced shut, and a big glob dripping off Ginny’s nose.
“See, wasn’t that fun?” Asked Ginny, as she wiped the cum from Hermione’s eye.
“Does he always cum on your face?” Asked Hermione, wiping some off of her cheek.
“No, but just imagine how hard it would be to swallow all of that.”
And with that the three of them cleaned themselves up, and got dressed.
Ginny felt a little guilty. Michael felt triumphant. And Hermione felt she had been adventurous enough for the year.
–
A few days later Harry walked the halls. For the first time in a while he was happy. Or better yet, exuberant. Things were going well for him, extremely well. He sat in Hayleys class earlier unable to concentrate, but knowing that he’d get private lessons later, which was funny because they were far more distracting than the actual lessons.
However, one thing weighed on his mind.
Earlier that day, Hayley gave Harry a small smile in the middle of class, which he returned without a choice. His face couldn’t help but stretch into a smile. After she looked away he continued to stare and smile at her.
Staring at her, he suddenly felt eyes on him and he had looked around. He caught Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas snickering together and watching him. Neither said anything as he looked at them quizzically, and they both burst out laughing when Hayley asked them to settle down.
Reflecting on it but not knowing what to think, Harry continued down the hallway.
His mind full of Dean and Seamus’s laughter, he suddenly heard some more snickering behind him. And sure enough, turning around, he saw a group of fifth year boys watching him and laughing.
“What they hell are you laughing at?” Asked Harry.
“Nothing.” Said one of the boys, still laughing. “Say, can I have a go at Professor Davies next?” And his friends burst out even louder.
Harry felt his stomach plummet and he immediately took out his wand.
“What the fuck did you say?” He asked, his wand pointed directly at the boy who spoke’s throat.
“Hey, come on!” The boy said, him and his friends no longer laughing. “It was just a joke.”
“Why did you say it?” Harry asked through gritted teeth.
“Because you watched Michael Corner fuck her.” He said, watching Harry’s wand apprehensively.
“What the fuck did you say?” Harry repeated, but this time his voice sounded distant, and was filled with fear and anxiety. “How did you know about that?”
The boys were silent.
“How did you know?!” Harry yelled, causing nearby students to turn.
“I-I bought a memory.” The boy said, panicking. “Fr-from Michael Corner. He’s selling loads of them.”
Harry felt punched in the gut. He looked at the other boys.
“And did any of you see these memories?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“Everyones seem them.” Said another boy. “Its all over the school.”
“Yeah.” Said another. “We’re just joking, ok? No hard feelings?”
Harry lowered his wand and sprinted towards the Gryffindor common room. He reached it, and ran up to his room. He grabbed the marauders map and opened it.
“I solemnly swear I’m up to no fucking good.” He said, his voice shaking with rage, and ready to hurt someone.
He sold them. The fucking bastard sold them. He had duplicated his memories and made money selling his sexual exploits with Hayley. This would ruin her, there was no way this would stay with just the students. No, it might take a day or two, but this would reach a teachers eyes or ears and she’d be sacked. Michael said he’d keep quiet and he lied. And he was going to pay.
Finally spotting Michaels name on the map, his heart sunk. It was surrounded by Professors McGonagal, Flitwick, and Snape, as well as a bunch of students. They already knew.
“Fuck!” He yelled, knowing he’d missed his chance to curse Michael into oblivion.
Suddenly changing his idea, he searched for Hayleys name. A minute later he spotted it. She was in the owlery. He also spotted other professors moving about the castle. Somehow he just knew that they were searching for her. He knew this wouldn’t be a regular sacking. She wouldn’t be allowed to say goodbye. He needed to get there quick. Grabbing his firebolt, Harry threw open the window and flew out.
The wind howling, and whipping around his hair, he found himself entering the owlery through a large window very soon after.
“Hayley!” He called out, spotting her.
“Harry?” She said, looking up and spotting him. “What on earth are you doing?”
“You need to go.” Harry said, landing beside her.
“Harry-“
“They’re looking for you.”
“Harry-“
“They’re going to sack you! They know about everything!”
“Harry!” She yelled and he fell silent. “I know. Ok? I know.”
Harry looked at her, incredulous at how calm she was.
“Why aren’t you leaving then? They’re not going to understand.”
“Understand what?” She smiled at him. “Harry, I had sexual relations with two students. You’re both of age, but its still inexcusable. No, I’m not fleeing. I did this to myself, and” she sighed deeply. “Its time to face the music.”
They both stared out the window of the owlery. Harry couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the view was. The both also remembered that this was the first place that they had a real conversation.
“I’m sorry.” Said Harry, feeling partially responsible.
“Don’t be.” Said Hayley, smiling at him warmly, embracing her impending doom. “I’m not.”
Unable to think of the right words to say, Harry just remained silent and the two of them stood there in the owlery, holding each other, and awaiting their fate.
–
Eventually the teachers checked the owlery and Hayley went without a fuss. Harry was forced to leave before her, the other teaches finding it inappropriate to allow them to descend together. Fair enough. Less than and hour later, it was common knowledge that she was already gone, having been sacked immediately, she was forced to leave quickly.
Harry took none of the blame, the professors seeing it as him “falling for her charms.”
Michael on the other hand, to Harry’s slight moment of joy, was expelled. The teachers had done a quick search of Michaels room, finding a magical box full of hundreds of copies of his memories. Harry wondered why he and Hayley had never found it. Reviewing the memories, it was quickly revealed that Michael was responsible for Harry’s memory split, and considering the fool was selling his exploits, he was immediately expelled.
It also turned out that the memories weren’t just of Hayley, but also of Ginny, and a couple other random girls. As Harry walked the hallways he saw Hermione comforting one of the girls. Harry could’ve swore Hermione looked somewhat relieved.
Unable to apparate, Michael had to wait for the train to arrive, and somehow every student seemed to know when he was leaving.
Nearly the entire castle stood there watching him leave, being escorted out by the teachers. Snickers filled the room, as Michael walked by, a mixture of pride and anger welling up inside him.
Harry thought of cursing him once. Just once, before he left and he never saw him again. But he thought better of it, not wanting to make anything more out of this. Too much had already happened.
As Michael walked by him, Harry saw him look up and scowl, looking angrier than he’d ever seen. He wore a look of pure hatred. Wondering what on earth Michael was angry at him for, Harry eventually realized that Michael wasn’t staring at him, but looking behind him.
He turned, and saw that the person he was staring at so angrily, was none other than Ginny Weasley. She stood there coolly, no emotion in her face as she met Michaels eye.
Harry turned back and saw that Michael had already walked past. Everyone was still hanging around, chatting, and were all determined to watch the expelled student’s complete walk of shame.
Harry looked around for Ginny, seeing that she was gone as well. Wondering what that was all about, his meddling skills anxious to be put to use, Harry got out the map and located her entering a nearby courtyard, all alone. He quickly waded through the snickering crowd and went towards her.
He found her a minute later, and was happy to see she was still all alone.
“Hey Ginny.” He said, approaching her cautiously.
Ginny was sitting alone on a bunch, basking in the light of the setting sun.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Asked Ginny, while staring off in the direction of the sunset.
“Yeah. Really lovely. So, that whole business with Michael was crazy. I mean, what an idiot, getting himself expelled like that.”
“Harry, don’t be stupid.” She said, still not looking at Harry. “Michael didn’t get himself expelled. I did.”
This hung in the air for a while as Harry processed this information. He figured she was somehow involved, which would makes sense given Michaels anger, but didn’t think she’d be responsible.
“You got him expelled?” He asked slowly.
“Shocked?” She asked, and she turned to look at him, a look of guilt spread across her face. “I’m sorry about Professor Davies. She was just collateral damage.”
Harry sat down, still processing.
“So-I’m confused. So, Michael didn’t sell his memories?”
“Well, that depends.” Said Ginny. “If you ask anybody who bought them, they’ll say that they bought them from Michael.”
“…Polyjuice?”
“Mhmm.” She said, nodding.
“How did you get Michaels memories?” Harry asked, still in disbelief. This certainly revealed why Michael was staring at her with pure venom. But how did she do it? And why?
Ginny laughed.
“I’ve had them all along. He wanted a safe place to keep them, and he figured the best place-“ Ginny tapped her temple. “-was right here.”
“He kept them in you?!” Harry asked, incredulous. “In your head?!”
“He thought it was hot.” She said, and they both burst out laughing.
“‘Little red diary.’” Said Harry. “I get it now. But what I don’t get is why. Why did you do it? Not just to Michael, but Hayley as well?”
“He needed to go.” Ginny shrugged, and she had the decency to look apologetic. “And eventually I realized that. Took me long enough. He had this hold on me, and I saw it coming on other girls as well. He does that. He’s too clever for his own good. After seeing him with…. I just knew I needed to get rid of him. But I wanted to do it in a way where I wasn’t seen as… complicit.”
The sun was further down by now and they both stared at the colours stretched across the sky.
“Are you mad at me?” Asked Ginny, and Harry looked over to see a tear in her eye.
Watching the tear roll down her cheek, he couldn’t help but feel bad for her. He should be mad, but somehow he wasn’t. He didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because Hayley truly did deserve to be sacked? Maybe it was because, in the end, Michael lost? Or maybe he just couldn’t stay mad at Ginny? Who knew? Harry certainly didn’t.
He grabbed her hand in his.
“No, I’m not.” Harry paused. “Ok, maybe a little, but it’s fine. She knew the risk. And so did I. Plus, its not like I won’t ever see her again.”
“I don’t just mean about the memories.”
They looked into each others eyes, and Harry had a fleeting second where it occurred to him that when he looked at her, he only saw what she wanted him to see.
“I know.” He said, squeezing her hand. “And its ok.”
They continued to watch the setting sun, both of them reliving the past few months, the bittersweet outcome washing over them. Upon reflection, Harry realized one thing was for sure, it had been a hell of a year.
The End?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9zbamz/harry_potter_and_the_hogwarts_pervert_part_12