Message-ID: <48126asstr$1086426603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: vgss@email.com (Video Gamer) X-Original-Message-ID: <fb29f380.0406042248.ef66d@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2004 06:48:15 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 4 Jun 2004 23:48:14 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} vgss' Harry Potter - Midnight Duel in the Forbidden Forest (Draco/Hermione, young, nc, beast) Lines: 594 Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2004 05:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48126> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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 Please feel free to repost this story. More stories at http://vgss.tripod.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+