Harry Potter Inspired Non/Dub-Con [straight] [mf] [fantasy]

It was midnight and Hermione couldn’t sleep.

The Triwizard Cup was just days away, and she had promised Harry she’d find a way to remove his name from the tournament so he wouldn’t get hurt. She wanted to clear his name and keep him safe.

She sat up in bed, biting her bottom lip while contemplating whether or not she should try to go back to sleep. She sighed and made up her mind to get out of bed and head to the library to do some more research.

As she tied a thin robe around her silky night dress, she contemplated slipping on panties. She decided it wasn’t worth the effort. No one was ever in the library so late at night.

She padded down the grand hallway of her private school, unaware of the silhouette of a tall, dark figure following her.

She lit a candle and pushed open the heavy door to the main library. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned. A shiver ran through her body and she wished she had worn something warmer. A flick of her wand and a fire sparked and burned brightly in the enormous fireplace.

“Now, time to search for the right books,” Hermione spoke to herself, setting down her wand on an oak table near the roaring fire. She decided to quickly find what she needed so she could get back to the light and warmth.

As she walked up and down the rows of floor to ceiling books, she couldn’t help feeling small and vulnerable in such a massive space. The library was dark and she cursed herself for leaving her wand behind. She knew better, and now she was without her wand while stuck in a maze of endless twists and turns of books. She started to panic, thinking she was lost.

Her pace quickened as she decided to turn to head back for her wand. She turned a second corner only to find she was trapped by a large wall of books. The book shelves were moving! They were shifting from one place to another, creating new hallways and new barriers. She’d never find her way out now.

Hermione whimpered, realizing her mistake. She was lost. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

“Step by step,” she whispered to herself, “That’s how I’ll get out of this.”

“I wouldn’t be so hopeful or so calm if I were you,” a deep menacing voice came from the shadows.

Hermione jumped. A mixture of relief and confusion rushed through her as she watched Cedric step closer to her.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she demanded. She put on her bravest voice, hoping he wouldn’t catch the fear rising in her throat.

A smug smile spread across his face. Her heart sank. He knew she was starting to panic.

Hermione backed up a few steps as Cedric slowly advanced.

“I’m surprised you don’t know this spell, little girl,” he smirked and waved his wand. A bookshelf appeared directly behind Hermione, trapping her. Cedric now stood between the only exit, which was down the long corridor of bookshelves.

She contemplated rushing him. She tried to gauge the distance between Cedric and the left and right walls of books. She decided to rush past his left side.

Just as she braced herself to run, another flick of Cedric’s wand. The walls closed even tighter, making it impossible for her to rush by him.

He laughed as he watched her start to frantically look around, searching for a way to get out of the situation.

“You’re not going anywhere, little girl. Not until I teach you a lesson for forgetting your wand in the reading room. As a fourth year, it’s my job to teach you second years how to behave. Especially little sluts like you. Now, take your clothes off.”

Hermione scoffed. She wasn’t going to let him talk to her like that. She walked up to him, chin jutting out to show she wasn’t afraid. Her hand struck out. A loud crack resonated through the library as she slapped him hard across the face. She wasn’t sure what she had expected his reaction to be, but it definitely wasn’t a deep laugh. She froze as she watched him rub his cheek with his hand and sigh. He was amused by her efforts, which just enraged her more.

She struck out her hand a second time. Cedric caught her before she could slap him and twisted her arm behind her back, pushing her face first into a bookshelf.

Hermione opened her mouth to scream, but his strong hand was already covering her mouth.

He leaned into her, pinning her while whispering into her ear.

“You’re really going to have to pay for that now, little girl.”

A wave of his wand and she was bound in place. Arms bound by black rope behind her back as she faced the wall of books.

“That’s better,” he smirked. “Now, time for a lesson.”

He ripped open her robe to find her flimsy nightie underneath. He slid a hand up her thigh and under her robe and dress.

He groaned when he discovered her bare skin under his hand.

“No panties? You really are asking for this.”

He laughed another deep laugh when he watched her struggle against her restraints. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the sounds came out weak and muffled through his rough hand covering her mouth.

“Shhhhh, it won’t be so bad. You might even like it. It’s not my fault you’re a disobedient little girl. I wish I didn’t have to do this, but you need to learn your lesson.”

He waved his wand; a black shiny piece of tape now kept her mouth covered and quiet.

“Let’s go, I need more room for the fun we’re going to have. He pushed her and guided her out of the hallway of books to the main reading room with its oak table, heavy wood chairs, and large, plush wingback chairs by the fire.”

He chose the wingback and sat down. He laid Hermione over his knees. She turned and looked up at him, pleading with her eyes for him to stop. She looked over at her wand on the oak table. She really regretted leaving it.

Another laugh.

“No, you’re not getting away without your punishment. If you’re a good girl, I promise it won’t hurt…too much. Okay?”

She nodded slowly.

“No, I want to hear you say you’ll be a good girl.”

He removed the tape from her mouth.

“Say it,” he barked.

Her voice trembled, “I promise to be a good girl.”

A sharp crack sounded throughout the empty library as his hand came down on her bare ass. She took in a sharp breath and winced.

“You forgot to call me Daddy. Be a good girl and call me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy. I promise to be a good girl, Daddy.”

Another sharp slap across her skin.

“Good girl. You’re doing great, little girl. Shhhh. Don’t whimper. We’re almost done with your punishment. Then we can move on to your reward.”

Two more sharp slaps. The sting was starting to feel good. She blushed, embarrassed as a moan escaped her lips and Cedric swatted her once more.

He laughed.

“You see? I told you that you’d like this. Even if you’re pretending you don’t want it, your body is telling me something different.”

He plunged a finger into her pink pussy as she gasped for breath. Her moans started to echo in the room.

“Shhhh, you’ll wake up the professors.”

He clamped a hand over her mouth.

“There. Now you can moan as loud as you want.”

She screamed into his hand out of pleasure, shock, and surprise as he dove another finger into her.

“Do you like it?”

She nodded furiously and whimpered.

“Do you want more?”

His fingers started moving faster and he noticed that she had started to rock her hips to meet his thrusts. He loved the way his fingers slid into her hole so smoothly, slickly, effortlessly.

She had stopped resisting him. She was fully aware that he was in control and she hated to admit it, but she fucking loved it.

The way his rough hands felt against her mouth. The way he told her exactly what to do, what to say. She had never experienced this much freedom before. She didn’t have to worry about grades or perfection. She could just be his good little girl and listen to him. She was his to control. The thought of it all made her body ache. She was close to cumming.

“I don’t think so, little girl.” He ripped his hand from her pink pussy; her eyes bolted open in shock. She had been so close. She moaned hard into his hand.

A flash of anger lit his face and he swatted her firmly and swiftly. She yelped. His eyes turned dark and he roughly pulled her head back to growl in her ear.

“You don’t cum until Daddy says so. Got that, little girl?”

She nodded softly and whimpered into his hand.

“Good girl. Now, time for a taste and a fuck.”

He stood up briskly, dropping her to her knees. He pulled his thick cock out and grinned.

“Suck it”

Hermione obeyed, taking his full length into her mouth slowly. She looked up at him and was thrilled to find him watching her. He played with her hair.

“Good girl. Now lick it slowly.”

She obeyed. She licked the tip and blushed to find she loved the salty taste of precum on her tongue.

“Good girl.”

He took her by the elbow and stood her up.

“Now, walk over to the oak table and bend over so Daddy can give you a reward for being such a good girl.”

The wood was cold and smooth against her breasts. Her nipples perked up, and it was almost painful to feel them pushed against the table.

She felt him spread her legs and position his body and head directly underneath her. His mouth pressed against her slit as he took a taste.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

He traced her lower lips with his tongue, loving the way she softly moaned and quietly whimpered.

“Good girl. Stay quiet for Daddy and he’ll keep going.”

“Yes Daddy,” she whispered.

He stood and pushed two fingers inside her as he bit her neck roughly, shooting hot electricity through her.

He whispered into her hair, “Daddy is going to cum inside you now. And, you now have his permission to cum too. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered and nodded.

He slipped a hand over her mouth and thrust himself inside her. She tensed as pleasure exploded through her body. She was grateful for his fullness, and she was grateful for his hands that kept her moans and screams muffled.

He pumped into her roughly as she thrust backwards to meet him.

An orgasm rippled through her and her pussy tightened around his cock as she came. He finally couldn’t take it any longer.

He thrust deeply into her, and tensed against her body roughly pulling her into him as he came inside her tight hole.

He stayed inside her. His hand covering her mouth as she breathed deeply into his body.

Neither of them had ever been so satisfied. He pulled himself out and waved his wand. The library was back to normal. Hermione was dressed and apart from her tangled hair and the cum leaking from her pussy, she looked as if nothing had just happened to her. As if she hadn’t just been used.

Cedric smirked and walked up to her. She flinched and he let out a deep sexy laugh.

“Good girl. It’s time you learned to respect your Daddy. I’m leaving for tournament training tomorrow. When I get back from the tournament with my trophy, I’m going to come after you again. And you’re going to be a good little girl and give Daddy a reward for winning the tournament. Isn’t that right, little baby?”

Hermione cast her eyes down. A small smile played on her lips. She could already feel herself getting wet. She wanted more but knew the consequences if she stepped out of line. She had to wait until Daddy said it was time.

She sighed and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He picked up her wand on the way out and waved it at her, a sadistic smile painted on his lips.

“You’re mine now, little girl. Daddy will protect you from on, which means you don’t need this anymore, do you?”

“No, Daddy. I’m yours, Daddy.”

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