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Movie Guy's Sex Stories
Volume - Harry Potter - Midnight Duel in the Forbidden Forest
m/f-nc, m/f-beast, m/f-oral


    Professor McGonagall's unorthodox detention had quickly taken a 
turn for the worse. Harry had thought nothing else that night could 
have topped being paired with Malfoy, especially on the word of someone 
he thought would have paid a little more attention to how much they 
disliked each other, but there was a far greater trouble lurking ahead. 
Only a short while after heading down a winding path with Draco's 
constant bickering bogging down the entire trip, the unmistakable 
sounds of combat began to echo dully through the dense foliage.

    It was Hagrid, whose group had apparently come upon some foul 
denizen of the forest. The giant was bellowing fiercely, each roar and 
taunt punctured with the unmistakable whoosh of crossbow bolts firing. 
Soon, painful screams began to mix in with the din -- a low, booming 
howl that sounded an awful lot like a werewolf. Although Harry had no 
way of knowing in which direction his friend's struggle was taking 
place, he could guess that the Hogwarts gameskeeper was selflessly 
attempting to distract the creature away from Neville and Hermione. The 
plan seemed to have worked, because a rustling in the treeline a few 
meters off the trail was followed by a pair of familiar voices.

    "Come on, Potter!" Draco commanded suddenly, displaying a most 
uncharacteristic sense of camaraderie. "Let's regroup!" Not even 
waiting for Harry to agree or even nod in understanding, the slick 
Slytherin took off noisily into the brambles, Fang plodding forward 
furiously behind him to avoid being dragged. The Boy Who Lived pondered 
following for a moment, but before he could make up his mind, Malfoy 
had already proceeded too far in to follow, and any pursuit would have 
been a fool's effort.

    Taking stock of his situation, Harry looked up and felt a pang of 
comfort at the full moon. Draco may have had the lantern and a dog, but 
he had his wits about him, and that counted far more than simple 
cunning. Whipping his wand out, he wished fleetingly to have paid more 
attention to Hermione. For the life of him, he couldn't recall the 
spell to create light. Was it Brightos? Or maybe Lumite? Cursing under 
his breath, he wielded his eleven-inch holly staff like a sword, boldly 
forging ahead to look for his friends.

***

    Draco had a far different look on his face. After confusing Potter 
with the friendly remark, then halting his trampling route through the 
woods just far enough to throw Harry off his trail, he'd doubled back 
onto the road with a confident smile.

    "Won't father be proud..." he said to himself. "If I manage to 
finally get rid of that thorn in our side." Sniggering softly as he 
fondly imagined legions of monsters gleefully tearing Harry limb from 
limb, Draco began to hurry back the way he'd come and towards the edge 
of the forest. He was mulling over varying accounts of just how many 
wolves he'd had to fend off by himself when a sudden eruption of leaves 
and shrubbery in front of him prompted a full stop.

    "Neville?" Hermione called out with a touch of worry in her voice, 
picking herself up from the ground where she'd just sprawled out onto. 
"Neville, where are you?" Turning about rapidly in panic, she failed to 
spot Draco and just stood there, near the edge of tears from the strain 
of being alone in a place where book smarts were useless. 

    Malfoy noticed with cool interest that a unique opportunity had 
presented itself. Lucius had told his son how easy it would be to take 
care of his 'manly needs' in the illustrious Slytherin house, but not 
imparted the fact that there was a pecking order at Hogwarts much like 
everywhere else in the wizarding world. Having the namesake of a 
well-revered Dark family was a start, but he'd been at school for two 
months already and still had not managed to score a whit of action, 
even from the homely and flat-chested girls in his own year.

    For all her inherent flaws, Draco secretly thought that Hermione 
actually wasn't a total wreck. She was a mudblood, of course, which 
complicated things somewhat, but he knew even spades had their uses. 
The decision was made without a hint of regret. It was a no-brainer 
really -- he was dying to get his first taste of pussy, and she just 
happened to have an available hole.

    Sneaking up on the unsuspecting girl would have been rather trying 
with a lit lamp, so he began to casually pull his wand out before even 
thinking about approaching her. By this time, though, she had noticed 
the skulking boy lying in wait as well as his poorly-concealed plan. 
With a look of horror dawning on her angelic face, the horrified 
sorceress allowed him to bring the weapon nearly to bear before leaping 
wildly across the road and back into the treeline, bright flashes from 
Malfoy's immobilous spell fizzing out harmlessly where she had stood.

    Swearing dramatically, Draco dropped both lantern and dog, darting 
angrily through the underbrush in an effort to try and cut Hermione 
off. He did not have to travel far, for the foolish girl had gone 
barely a stone's throw away before tripping over a spread of roots and 
flopping down onto her stomach. He was on her before she could move, 
pinning the struggling witch to the earth easily with his substantially 
stronger muscles.

    Feeling blindly in the near-darkness for the hem of her robes, he 
finally found the edge and began pulling it up, exposing Hermione's 
thin, pale legs to the night air. She began to sob quietly, having 
known somehow that this was his plan from the hungry look in his eyes, 
but still not really believing it until now. Her white underwear came 
in to view slowly, a relic of her Muggle past that Malfoy enjoyed with 
a cold laugh. He paused a bit before unwrapping his present and ran his 
hand up and down her covered buttocks, smiling even broader as the 
prone wizardress' wailing became more pronounced.

    Tiring quickly of what little foreplay he could stand allotting 
himself, Draco got to his knees, still fencing her in enough so that he 
could pounce again if she decided to run. Shuffling back, he grabbed 
the sides of her panties and began sliding them off, which Hermione 
attempted to thwart by opening her legs up. Such a stunt ultimately 
proved useless, however, and the wicked male merely yanked hard enough 
to separate her from her nether garments without any more fuss.

    "Please, Draco... don't..." she begged piteously, limbs trembling 
slightly as a cool breeze ran across her bare privates. Draco noticed 
with much delight that she had not even begun to mature yet, still 
possessing boyish hips and a puffy, hairless cunny untouched by the 
onset of puberty. The only hint that Hermione was on nearing cusp of 
adolescence was the gentle swelling of her pubic lips that would soon 
transform the lass' tiny crack into a proud, adult gash. Faced with the 
chance to bed a girl of such unbelievable tightness was too much for 
Malfoy to turn down. Even had he a heart to heed the request, it had 
gone to far now for him to turn back.

    "You don't get it, do you, Granger?" Draco snapped back, roughly 
probing her barren slit with little sympathy. "I don't bother most 
mudbloods, but you had to side up with Harry, and I don't take kindly 
to friends of people who insult my offering of friendship!"

    "But..." she plead woefully, grimacing as the intruding digits 
crudely examined her girlhood. "You can't! I mean, I've never..."

    "It's time..." Malfoy continued, turning her over as he spoke. "For 
you to learn the proper role for your kind. And I want you to see 
everything!"

    "Noooooo!" Hermione cried out, aghast as she was rolled onto her 
back. Looking down, she could spy her vagina revealed for all to see, 
with Draco still madly fingering that most sensitive of areas.

    "At least you're still pure in one way, Granger..." Draco announced 
cruelly, digging in particularly deep and finding her chaste barrier. 
Hermione arched her back involuntarily, squealing as he poked the 
delicate membrane but quickly regaining her composure. Settling back 
down to the forest floor, she tried to stifle her uncontrollable 
humiliation, throttling down to a steady weeping. If he was going to 
take her virginity, she was going to try her hardest not to enkindle 
him by crying as she was raped.

    Turned off a bit by her lack of response, Malfoy withdrew all but 
one finger, then quickly began stabbing it viciously into her dry slot, 
being careful not to rupture her hymen prematurely. Hermione had to 
grit her teeth and shut her eyes hard to try and prevent herself from 
gasping aloud, but was unable to resist.

    "Unnhhh, oh... stop!" she groaned, attempting to push him off her 
but clearly failing. Instead, Draco forced her legs open wider and 
continued fingering her snatch, which as last began to produce a thin 
trickle of lubrication. "Well, I guess you want to get started right 
away." he mocked while undoing the front of his robes. "I'll just stick 
it in, then..."

    Opening her eyes yieldingly to stare at the small hard-on being 
brandished over her slit, Hermione let her mouth gape open without 
thinking upon seeing the relatively large member positioned so close to 
her vestal opening. Malfoy was by no means fully mature, but his prick 
would more than enough to pop open her eleven-year-old cunny. "No..." 
she said in a low whisper. "You mustn't..."

     "How cute, you want to watch!" he teased ruthlessly, totally 
ignoring her request as he moved his hips slightly, the tip of his cock 
slapping playfully against her quim. "Well, I don't blame you. After 
all, you only get to give up your cherry once..." Tensing up, the naked 
Gryffindor prepared her loins for the assault, two small tears falling 
down her cheeks at the first bit of pressure parting her tender labia.

    "And I can't wait to take it!" Malfoy proclaimed selfishly, inching 
his penis in a little bit as Hermione uttered a slight 'aah' of effort. 
Placing his hands on her vaped chest, Draco pushed it in even deeper, 
arriving at her maidenhead and soaking in the unique expression on his 
chaste partner's face as he stretched her for the first time. Leaving 
his stiffy in for a few moments, he looked down between them with a 
wide smile as she squirmed in discomfort, then speared her through and 
sank in to the hilt, groaning in satisfaction as her unwilling womb 
impotently caressed every inch of his shaft.

    "Aaaah..." Hermione gasped softly, surprised at how full she felt. 
"No... take it out..."

    "Fuck, you're tight!" Draco said with a thrilling whoop, pulling 
out before immediately settling into a fast-paced rhythm that caused 
her to buck and moan as her crotch was savagely pummeled. By now, all 
traces of anger over her violation had disappeared, replaced by a dull 
look of confusion as she received a shafting full of youthful energy 
and vigor. For awhile, Hermione simply stared at the firm cylinder of 
flesh which was rapidly prying apart her dainty flower and ramming up 
against her cervix with a forceful jolt, unable to comprehend that she 
was actually involved in this adult act.

    "Draco..." she pleaded again, the word coming out staccato and 
distorted from the constant poking at her crotch. "If you stop now, I 
promise not to tell..."

    "No way, mudblood!" Malfoy shot back cruelly, exiting her innards 
completely before ramming back inside as hard as she could. "You're 
going to take it until I'm finished!" Hermione trembled and yelped in 
distress as the pang reverberated through her loins. Emboldened by the 
sharp sensation, she once again tried to push him off her body, but 
only succeeded in exciting the malicious boy. He was really fucking her 
hard now, the blood of spilt celibacy assisting their pistoning organs 
into mingling together in the delicious sexual dance. The bookworm's 
spongy vaginal walls produced a delightful music in tune with Draco's

thrusts, announcing to the forest dwellers with each erotic squishing 
sound that the little girl was being sloppily despoiled.

    "Uhh, uhh..." the prostrate girl bemoaned loudly, closing her eyes 
again and panting through clenched teeth. "It's... too much! You have 
to... stop!"

    But the blonde youth was too far entrenched in his lust to hear her 
cries of dismay. He couldn't believe how much better than wanking it 
was to make it with a real live girl, even if she was struggling vainly 
to escape his stabbing prick. In record time, he was ready to shoot 
Hermione full of his seed, although she, of course, had no idea her 
pretty little belly was about to get drenched. It was time for Draco 
announce himself.

    "Ready, Granger?" he chortled with obvious amusement. "Here it 
comes!"

    "Not that!" Hermione blurted out, too lost in being ravished to 
have even thought about him cumming inside her. "Anything but that!"

    "Too late!" Malfoy finished with a cackle, proudly stiffening up 
while he continued to pound her hole. The flustered witch strained 
again valiantly to dismount him, but the frenzied jerks of her pelvis 
only made it seem like she was desperately pushing against him in the 
throes of passion. Soon, hot blasts of warm fluid began to pour into 
her swollen channel, and all resistance faded. Laying back in utter 
defeat, Hermione groaned as the wet ejaculate splattered within her 
most private place, pasting her undeveloped uterus with innocent ease.

    "Uhh, that was great..." Draco croaked as soon as he was finished, 
obviously not in the mood for a spat of cuddling. Before his rod was 
even finished pulsing the last of its sticky delivery, he lifted the 
fair girl's legs straight upwards, marveling as the position squeezed 
his penis resplendently. Hermione was in a daze, unconcernedly looking 
at her skywards-pointing feet while her stuffed twat was meticulously 
examined.

    With a replete groan of utter fulfillment, the satiated Slytherin 
extracted his softening tool, producing a sexy 'pop' from the pillaged 
mage's worn pussy. Hermione summoned a great effort of will and slowly 
closed her legs out of decency, conveniently forgetting that Draco 
could still see everything as long as her panties were off. A sly slip 
of her hand down below confirmed the worst -- that she was leaking 
drippy sperm from her battered slit right in front of the one boy she 
normally wouldn't give the time of day to. Nothing, the bushy-haired 
brunette thought, could possibly make this detention any worse.

    "You're lucky Crabbe and Goyle aren't here..." Malfoy declared 
abruptly, as if he were doing her a favor. They're not supposed to be 
shagging muggle-borns either, but I think they'd be more than willing 
to try you out..." Draco stood up and smoothed his robes out, trying to 
hide the traces of his erection and fix himself up proper. "But..." he 
went on, a vague smirk appearing on his lips. "Maybe I can show you 
what it would be like..."

***

    "Over here, dog!" Draco whispered into the surrounding darkness, 
waving Fang closer from his roadside perch. The canine sensed some 
smoldering evil emanating from the oleaginous male and hesitated 
approaching, but his deep-rooted desire for companionship quickly won 
out. He obediently paddled over to where the boy was standing and sat 
with his head drooping down, awaiting further instruction.

    Hermione had barely moved since Malfoy had gotten off, unwilling to 
risk escape without her clothes since he was still close enough to stop 
her if she took time to retrieve them. Affording herself the fleeting 
indignity of rubbing her legs together to try and draw Draco's spunk 
out onto her supple thighs, it didn't in her wildest dreams register 
that he was bringing the dog over for anything other than protection 
while figuring out how to get away with raping a fellow student. So, 
his next sentence came as quite a shock to the exhausted girl.

    "Go on, get a good sniff..." he instructed the beast jovially, 
bringing him by the collar over to Hermione's naked lower half and 
dropping Fang's snout directly in her leaky cauldron. She let out a 
horrified rasping noise as the dog's cold noise brushed her clitoris, 
the animal inhaling deeply her fragrant musk. Without realizing what 
she was doing, the terrified wizardress backpedaled speedily along the 
knotted ground, her lackluster flight halted soon enough by a harmless 
flash of light from Draco's wand. He had it pointed directly at her.

    "Try it..." he dared her with a sneer. "I won't miss at this range. 
Now, present yourself like a good girl..."

    "You can't be serious!" Hermione snapped indignantly, her usual 
courage restored by Malfoy's heinous suggestion. Although new to the 
magical world, she was rather certain that putting out for an animal 
was not an approved practice. Curiously, she peered underneath Fang's 
furry belly to spy his dangling shaft, which now sported a bright red 
tip. Clearly the dog was aroused immensely by just the scant whiff of 
sexual juices coating her nether regions, but the studious female was, 
of course, vehemently opposed to descending to such a perversion.

    "I'm not going to let *him* do that to me!" she informed Draco 
matter-of-factly, snapping her legs fimtly shut just to spite him.

    "Oh, I think you are, you little whore!" he responded angrily, as 
if enraged she had not been completely dominated after being taken by 
force. "Else I might just decide to have a go at that cute arse of 
yours before leaving. Now, get... on... your... knees..."

    Face flushed red from the affronting demand, Hermione actually 
pondered letting him plow her butt for an instant. The dread, however, 
of having her backdoor smarting just as badly (if not worse) than her 
formerly prim cunny now did soundly convinced her that doing so would 
be a Bad Idea. With excruciating mortification, Gryffindor's sexiest 
first-year grudgingly rolled over and bunched up her robes around her 
back, shamelessly exhibiting her naughty bits to both Fang and an 
exuberant Malfoy. The humiliation was agonizingly heightened by the 
subtle feeling Draco's fluids running freely out of her crack as she 
posed vertically, but it would be nothing compared with what she knew 
was coming.

    "Go on, pooch..." he encouraged the mutt warmly, patting him on the 
rump and urging him forward. The hound looked questioningly up at his 
current master, inquiring if such a liberty was really okay. He would 
not have even dwelled upon it before, but THE MAN was not here, and he 
always felt confused without THE MAN. Pawing the ground with a feeble , 
mewl, Fang wrestled with his own instincts and learned behavior, then 
shook violently as if shrugging off his domesticated past. If Hagrid 
was not here, he was damn well free to act on any impulse he pleased.

    Hermione adjusted herself nonchalantly, trying to get a better grip 
on the spindly roots and leaves comprising the forest floor. To Fang, 
it appeared as if she were purposefully wiggling her taut hind quarters 
to entice a suitor. The beast gave in immediately, sidling over to the 
nude girl and propping himself up on her back. He started jabbing his 
furry shaft between her thighs at once, not even waiting until he was 
fully mounted. Missing the mark, the canine's over-eager rod was left 
merrily sliding lengthwise along Hermione's slick crack, causing the 
slender youth to pant heavily as she tried to support his weight as 
well as her own.

    "Blimey, you just can't do anything right, can you Granger?" Malfoy 
interrupted up with a jeering tone, walking around to the front of the 
coupling pair. Hermione felt a brief glimmer of hope envelop her heart, 
but it was dashed as soon as he came to view. The slimy little roach 
hadn't forgotten to pick his wand back up after he finished, and it was 
leveled straight between her eyes.

    "Surely your little friend deserves better than that!" he snapped 
with obvious relish. "Why don't you help him out?"

    Groaning with deep loathing and resentment, Hermione balanced 
herself precariously on one hand, reaching underneath her swaying body 
with the other to try and grasp the animal's slimy penis. It was 
difficult with Fang continuously rocking back and forth, especially 
since his prick got more and more excited with every second she spent 
playing with it. He was far bigger than Malfoy, she knew that much by 
the sheer power of the long cylinder barreling through her weary legs, 
and only thinking about getting past this horrific night gave her the 
power to do what she did next.

    Hermione pushed the spongy instrument away until it stopped poking 
into her tummy. It took a few moments of careful bending to get the 
right angle -- she didn't want Fang to hurt himself even if he was 
about shag her rotten. At last, though, she managed to connect them 
together, and he shot up her dainty with brutish ferocity.

    Emitting a short scream of protest, the female Gryffindor returned 
to all fours, finding it much harder now to maintain her balance with 
such an immense trespass nearly splitting her apart. He was MUCH bigger 
than Draco, and the strain felt as if she'd just straddled Hagrid and 
sat on his undoubtedly enormous cock. Hermione became so worked up in 
adjusting to the invasive pressure in her sensitive quim and the 
rhythmic slapping of Fang's pelvis into her behind that she didn't even 
notice Draco cunningly disrobing for a second time. The debaucherous 
show had quickly stirred his loins, and her blonde voyeur was now ready 
for another round.

    "Watch those buck teeth of yours..." was all Malfoy said before 
shoving his cock past her lips with a long, contented sigh. Hermione 
furrowed her brow annoyedly as she started sucking dutifully on the 
small protrusion, more inflamed that he hadn't prepared her than the 
fact that she didn't entirely care for this in the first place. Intense 
revulsion swept over her as she tasted his sperm on the tip, but the 
battered youth kept at it anyway, refusing to yield and show any sign 
of weakness. After all, she'd already had her maidenhood popped and was 
now actively rutting with a dog of all creatures. How much shame could 
there be in blowing a guy who'd already had her?

    But Draco wanted not only to derive pleasure from her inexperienced 
mouth taking a crash-course in fellatio, but also to further degrade 
the insatiable know-it-all as Slytherins were all-too-often guilty of. 
Taking his hands from supporting Hermione's chin while she blew him, 
Malfoy gripped the small girl's cheeks firmly, steeling himself before 
thrusting forward just as she had wrapped her lips around the base of 
his tool. Uttering a disjointed 'mmmph' as the fleshy implement settled 
into her throat, she tried to back away before realizing Fang was still 
happily cramming her precious slit full of thick doggy-cock.

    Turning her head to the side, Hermione spit out the filthy bugger's 
manhood, coughing intemperately out of reflex. "Take it... easy!" she 
blurted out tiredly, wiping the excess saliva onto her sleeve.

    "Don't think so!" Draco snarled, grabbing his dick and prodding her 
closed lips energetically with it. "This is about the only thing your 
incessant mouth is good for!" Hermione resisted, however, dodging his 
aroused lunges adeptly while she caught her breath.

    "I'm trying!" the beautiful muggle-born replied haughtily, seizing 
the base of Draco's shaft and drawing up her courage. Before Malfoy 
could force her oral cavity open once more, she leaned in as far as 
possible and inhaled his entire length in one smooth motion. Giddy with 
the satisfactory slurping enveloping his genitals, the smarmy male went 
all wobby-legged, barely able to keep his stance, much less continue to 
bother Hermione.

    She had other things to take heed of, anyway. Fang's joyously 
unrestrained lust had propelled him to do only one thing -- repeatedly

stab her warm slot until climax. There was naught else on the beast's 
mind other than just reaching its peak as rapidly as possible. Little 
room was left for poor Hermione's concern, and while his hard erection 
was pulsing with intense gratification, the lithe female magician was 
left with a deadened sensation in her crotch from all the strenuous 
fucking she'd done.

    Pushing against the ground, Hermione edged her ass up even higher, 
hoping to coax the brute into spilling his seed and being off on his 
way. She could tell by the dog's high-pitched whimpering that he was 
close to erupting right inside her hole, and was suddenly stuck by the 
similarities between he and Draco. Both seemed egregiously selfish 
(although she felt a good deal of pity towards Fang) as well as genuine 
cowards, according to Hagrid's recent warning, anyway. There was, of 
course, the fact that she would have been intimate with the two of them 
by the end of the night, but Miss Granger preferred not to think about 
that for the time being.

    Exploding in a frenzy of activity that stormed Hermione's frayed 
mind, her canine lover sputtered out a wheezing breath that hung in the 
air heavily before seeping into her bones with a chilling rattle. She 
was dimly aware of the hot bursts popping in her confined tunnel, Fang 
pumping her immature channel with an illicit river of potent ejaculate. 
There was another sensation also, a full feeling pressing against her 
tight walls that could not be immediately placed, but it was drowned 
out cursorily by disconnected grunts from Malfoy. He was near fruition 
as well.

    Like most things Hermione tried her hand at, (save riding a broom) 
she had unconsciously absorbed vast skill in orally pleasing a man by 
practicing on Draco. It appeared her efforts had been resplendently 
received, for the normally domineering bully was struggling just to 
breathe at this point. Smiling inwardly, she placated the nasty louse 
fully, sinking her nose into his hairless pubic bone before pulling 
back with the vacuum of her mouth stimulating his phallus from base to 
tip in tune with her prissy tongue lashing across its breath. 

    It was too much for any man to take, especially one so young and 
inexperienced. Malfoy locked Hermione's hair into his fist as he came, 
shamelessly pumping her face as he squirt a second load into the sweet 
schoolgirl, releasing only a few dampened cries of exertion as the long 
organ slid back and forth. Each dreadful ingress depositing another 
slimy load of viscous semen, but the proud female bore on without halt 
or disgust.

    She held out as long as needed, cheeks bulging outwards noticeably 
before Draco finally quenched himself, staggering back and clutching 
his throbbing penis woundedly as it shriveled before her eyes. Hermione 
tilted her head to the side and spit out what he'd left there in the 
most ladylike way she could muster, coughing and sputtering on the 
boy's foul-tasting liquid. She wouldn't care to experience something 
like that anytime soon, even for Harry.

***

    The intelligent girl was far from dazed, though. On the contrary, 
she felt positively invigorated by the way she'd been able to weave a 
siren song to lull both Draco and Fang into senselessness with just her 
womanly attributes. There was a lingering twinge of outrage, but it was 
vastly overshadowed by pride at being able to outwit the bad guys once 
again.

    "Pardon me..." she said playfully, shucking her hips and feeling 
the bulbous knot wedged inside her engorged slot give a little. Fang 
grumbled softly as Hermione worked to unhorse him, evidently desiring 
to remain where he was for a little while longer. She was persistent as 
always, though, nudging the gentle beast with her rump until he finally 
started to disengage himself. There was a slightly frightening pressure 
as the swelling pushed through her tender snatch, but then it was out 
and she was literally pouring torrents of doggy-cum from her abused 
twat. It was eerily unpleasant, but all that mattered was the honeyed 
taste of freedom!

    Wasting no time, Hermione crawled forwards over to a stupurous 
Draco resting in the underbrush, not alert enough to hold a care in the 
world. It was almost too easy, really. Sashaying over to the groggy boy 
while he watched her sopping flower gush puddles of Fang's white goo, 
she smiled warmly before striking -- whipping her hand over to his and 
deftly plucking the magical wand out.

    "So sorry to ruin your fun..." she finished in an almost sorrowful 
parting tone, waving it across his field of vision with a wicked grin. 
Malfoy shut his eyes and dropped his head in disgrace, sure he was 
about to speak the two dreadful words his father had once wielded 
against a particularly clumsy house elf. Instead, the graceful word 
'obliviate" fluttered past his cringing ears, and he collapsed in a 
heap, dead to the world.



    Hermione was too clever to risk inflicting Malfoy with the Avada 
Kedavra curse. For one, she had only read about it. Unleashing the real 
thing might prove to have some unexpected consequences -- leaving the 
lecherous male hideous and malformed. That would certainly have taken 
some clever storytelling to get out of, even with her substantially 
more trustworthy character.

    Erasing Draco's memories of the incident was less satisfying than 
melting his pecker off, (which she had offhandedly considered several 
times while being violated) but still an acceptable compromise. As much 
as Hermione prided herself of performing many spells at the Ordinary 
Wizarding Level, she was not nearly swaggering enough to believe that 
her feeble charms could resist the healing efforts of Madame Pomfrey. 
Of course, a jinx that powerful could never be totally undone, so 
Malfoy would certainly have no recollection of this interlude (as well 
as most of his lessons for the past month, she thought with a snicker).

    Getting to her feet, Hermione collected her underwear and slid them 
back on with a slight wince, billowing the black cloak about herself to 
conceal the proof of Draco's heinous deed. Fang was dozing repletedly 
nearby, probably reminiscing on the wonderful gift he'd been allowed to 
partake in and hoping he'd get to try it again someday.

    "Not bloody likely..." Hermione said aloud, winking at the pup as 
he cast open a lazy eye to see where the voice came from.

    The only lingering scar, really, was the haunting throbbing she 
felt between her legs. Never one given to excesses of recreation when 
there was work to be done, Hermione hadn't really experimented much 
with masturbation. The few times she'd attempted to insert a soapy 
finger up her crack in the Gryffindor showers, it had been an 
unpleasant sensation resulting from the pristine condition of her 
girlhood.

    That would, naturally, never be the case again. She felt loose and 
stretched from never having sexual intercourse in all her years and 
then experiencing it twice in one night. Hermione felt sure it would 
come up again the first time she entered into a relationship in the 
(hopefully) distant future, regardless of how hard she tried to forget 
what happened. The only solution seemed to be...

    Yes, she had been to Fred and George's room on occasion during some 
of their "contraband" parties -- festivals of true mischief where the 
twins shared goods nicked from the kitchens and assorted delights 
smuggled in from Hogsmeade. She knew where they kept the butterbeer -- 
it had to be locked under an enchanted floorboard because of its 
obvious inhibitive qualities, but that hadn't stopped her inquisitive 
snooping. In the hands of a first-year, the stuff could prompt one to 
do some truly rash things...

    It was exactly what she was counting on. Exams were coming up soon, 
so even Harry and Ron wouldn't turn down a study session with their 
House's most gifted member. After that, she would easily be able to 
sweet-talk them into imbibing just under the novelty alone of it being 
*Hermione Granger* of all people suggesting getting zonked out on a 
lesson night. Then, it really didn't matter who took advantage of her 
first -- having her classmates eventually find out she'd put out in a 
fit of drunkenness was a good deal preferable to anyone knowing she'd 
let Draco Malfoy inseminate her.

    And if it were *Harry*... the thought made her heart flutter just a 
bit. No matter what the school thought of him at the moment for losing 
Gryffindor the House Cup, she knew that he was going to be one of the 
great movers and shakers of the next seven years. Her ravenous nature 
made that possibility simply irresistible.

    Although, Ron did have a certain quaint sense of charm. She could 
invite just him, although it would seem odd. Then again, she had plenty 
of time to think this over. Already she could hear the faint voices of 
Hagrid and her friends meandering up and trail, and she couldn't recall 
a sweeter sound in her life.


06/05/04 - VGSS
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