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Harry Potter- The Adult Years
« on: January 06, 2020, 08:31:34 AM »
This is the first of my proposed series in the adult lives of the Harry Potter characters. I have nurtured the idea for a year but I am aware that Literotica refuse outright to publish any J.K. Rowling fan fan fiction, so here we are.
Also A03 tend to publish Harry in MM relationships which is not my thing.

The year is 2000 and as most reliable sources put Harry's birthday as 31/7/80 most of the cast are aged twenty or thereabouts.
I have read the books and seen the movies and only see Emma Watson as Hermione, Daniel Radcliffe as Harry, Rupert Grint and so forth.

I am not going to write a straight forward narrative from the end of the last movie to the present but plan to shift from one time to another for variety.

I have to mention J.K. Rowling who unknowingly created a modern day icon. Respect!


Chapter One, September 2000.

Hermione Granger, on the occasion of her twenty first birthday, which had been on September 13th 2000, had taken a long and reflective look at her life so far.

She had matured into a fine and attractive young woman and it was hard to believe that she was the same person as that small and bushy haired young thing that had burst onto the scene all those years ago.

Her student years had been the most remarkable years in her life as she met up with the boy wizarding genius Harry Potter and fought alongside him in the long conflict against the evil Lord Voldemort.

She had adored studying and other class related projects and always found herself serving as the voice of reason when Harry and Ron got into mischief.

She had decided to remain at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the culmination of the Second Wizarding War to see out her final year as a student and attempt to pass her Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests.

This she had done with flying colours, and after graduating she became a leading promotor in bettering the lives of oppressed and disenfranchised House Elves and Muggle born wizards.

The immediate rebuilding of the Castle had commenced as soon as possible after the final battle as there was rubble and debris everywhere.

Many things had been blown up, destroyed and beyond repair on that terrible day in May, 1998.
Such as the glasses holding the House Point Gems, the Room of Requirement and countless statues and suits of armour.

The reconstruction by the wizards, magically of course, was instantaneous and overseen by Professor Minerva McGonagall, now Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Directly after the death of the Dark Lord, Hermione had surrendered to her innermost feelings she had nurtured for Ron Weasley and they had fallen head over heels in love.

Soon after declaring their love for each other they had given in to their carnal cravings and consummated their relationship.

Hermione had quickly embraced the grown woman inside of the teenager and discovered a love for all things sexual.

In a relatively short time however it was apparent that Ron was not going to live up to her expectations in the bedroom and when he announced that he planned to join Harry at the Ministry of Magic Hermione was secretly relieved.

She ruminated on the fact that maybe she wasn't in love with Ron after all, but had simply given in to their huge relief of the end of the six year turmoil that had consumed their lives.

Born of Muggle parents the slender brunette reasoned that her red blooded passion for sex must have been a result of her unique genes.
Her non magical human parents and her own special gifts made for a unique combination.

She had embraced her physical side with relish and enthusiasm and was now known for being Hogwarts very own sex kitten.

Not quite a nymphomaniac but as close as one could be without being labeled insatiable.

She never turned down the chance to have a good fuck, quickie or otherwise, with male or female, couple, or take part in a threesome or orgy.

When it came to having a good time in the sack Hermione Granger was your girl.

As she now stood forlornly at the ornate window in the West Wing Hermione looked at the snow that had begun to accumulate on the windowsill.

Winter had come rather earlier than she fancied and she drew the warm cloak about her shoulders with a shiver.
She was waiting for a special arrival of the Hogwarts Express.
Aboard which was a very important person.

Of course it had been him all along, hadn't it. Who else?

He had been the constant in all their lives since year one of their studies and she had been fortunate to share with him so many life changing events that she knew she had strong feelings for the man.

Fact was, Hermione Granger loved Harry Potter.

She had not seen him for two years since he had moved to a small apartment close to the Ministry of Magic in London where he trained to be an Auror. A dark wizard catcher if you will.

Choosing to stay close to the Ministry had been a deliberate decision on his part.

He had always disliked floo powder and apparating and simply walking to work every day was a joy.

Ron joined him a little later and the pair of them worked hard to transform the Auror department.

And now he was returning as a guest to the School to lecture on the subject of the 'Defence Against The Dark Arts.'

He and Ron's younger sister Ginny had cooled their relationship in recent times as well, and Hermione believed that he was young, free and available.

The lust crazed filly now had only one thing on her mind.
The same thing that had filled her dreams and fantasies every night since she had heard of his imminent visit.

On this very night she, Hermione Granger, was going to fuck Harry Potter's brains out!


Harry Potter wiped the train window of condensation with the palm of his hand for the third time in a half hour.
He was eager to see the Hogwarts Castle for the first time in ages but the snow was falling too heavily now.

He had made the decision to leave after he had vanquished Voldemort with the Elder wand in order to distance himself from the heavy load he had carried all those years.

Despite not finishing school he had been quite successful in his desire to reshape the Auror department at the Ministry.

He had also made a difficult decision to take a clean break with Ginny Weasley, his supposed soul mate, a decision not taken lightly as he still harboured strong feelings for the pretty redhead.

He had retreated to London alone, not only to leave the past behind but also to escape a possible mistake in his romantic dalliances.

As a consequence Harry's late teens had been extremely frustrating as he reached his sexual awakening.
The hero of the second wizarding war had never played on his fame but
he had managed to get a few notches on his bedpost as he sowed his wild oats in the big city.

He had not set the world on fire in the bedroom and it been pointed out to him that he was not overly blessed in size or girth.

But it was Hermione Granger who he dreamed of the most.
He had heard that she had matured into a desirable young woman, and more interesting to him were the rumours that she was an unbridled little fuck bunny.

He had stepped aside when she had declared her love for his best friend Ron, and had given them his blessing.
Secretly though he had been consumed by a jealousy that he only now owned up to.

As he neared Hogwarts he began to get excited at the thought of returning to the location of his thrilling youth, and he also felt great anticipation in reuniting with his old friend.

For on this very night he, Harry Potter, was going to fuck Hermione Granger's brains out!



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Re: Harry Potter- The Adult Years
« Reply #1 on: January 06, 2020, 08:36:15 AM »
Consider this a prologue if you will. I just wanted to get the ball rolling. I have a long way to go yet to finishing up a proper chapter.
I am brimming with ideas. I have written about 1000 words so far and my wife and I laughed our socks off at what I have so far.
It's a hoot!
Remember these characters are all wizards, ANYTHING can happen!

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Re: Harry Potter- The Adult Years
« Reply #2 on: January 10, 2020, 08:15:27 AM »
Chapter Two.


"No! It's a lie, it's categorically untrue. It's 100% nonsense, or should I say bullshit!"

"I only asked." Said a taken back Hermione Granger.

Harry Potter looked her directly in her eyes as he answered her question as to whether it was true that Ron Weasley was going steady with another.

Hermione had waited anxiously in the entrance hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as night fell.
She heard the beat of leathery wings as the black maned creature known as a Thestral pulled the carriage of Harry Potter ever closer.

When it finally arrived she stood tall in her evening gown, shivering slightly from the night chill, and played with a loose strand of her hair.

Harry was a dot in the distance that grew bigger and bigger until he stepped forward with a big grin.

In just a relatively short time the 'boy who lived' had matured into a tall and lean man of twenty with incredibly good hair.

"Hermione! How are you?" He greeted her with his usual chipper demeanour.

He put down his one valise and flung his arms around the lightweight filly and lifted her off her feet.

"Harry! So good to see you. It's been too long."

Once he put her down he took a long, hard look at the woman.
He was lost for words as he drank in the almost unrecognisable form of his old friend.

Her once unmanageable hair was now sleek and lustrous.
Long gone were her rather large front teeth and her smile was now radiant and hypnotising.

Her flawless porcelain complexion seemed to glow under the starry sky and her light brown eyes glittered under perfectly groomed brows.

He wasn't sure if she had purchased, made or conjured up her floor length gown but it was dramatic.

With a low neckline the dress shimmered with the embroidered sequins, beads and silk thread that combined with the layers of tulle and crepe.
A lengthy cape trailed behind her as she stepped back.

The scent of fresh flowers assailed his nostrils as they held hands and entered the Castle.

"Hermione! You're so...so..."

Say it, Harry. Please.

"You're...so different."

Oh. Slight let down, thought the attractive brunette.

He in turn looked simply yummy with his jet black hair, bottle green eyes and the unique lightning flash scar over his right brow.
His two piece suit was a loud black and white check ensemble which oddly suited him.

"Shall we?"

They took a stroll around the Castle interior and Hermione mentioned the little tweaks that had been made since the rebuilding.

"This way, Harry. Things may have changed a bit since you were here last."

"I can imagine."

The couple remained glued side by side as they climbed the grand staircase.

As they passed the old portrait of Brian Gagwilde III, the character in the painting turned with them and hailed Harry.

"Hey, hey Harry," he whispered with his hand by his mouth." Give her one from me, my son! Get up her!"

The flamboyant character in the moving painting put his left hand in the crook of his right elbow and made lewd pumping motions with his arm.

"Shut up, Brian!" Said Harry hastily.

"What was that?" Wondered Hermione.

"Oh, nothing. Let's get on."

When they reached the second floor Harry was surprised when Hermione opened the door to the office of the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher.

"This is your room?"

"Why not? There is no more need for a Dark Arts teacher so I moved in."

They entered into the room which was nicely heated by a roaring fire in a grand fireplace.
The predominant colour of the decor was naturally red and gold, the colours of the House of Gryffindor.

Typically Hermione she had hundreds of musty old books on creaky shelves and the odd tapestry.
The furniture was comfortable and plush and a round mahogany table took centre place, upon which was an antique chess board and pieces.

They made some pleasant conversation and that was when Hermione asked about Ron.

Harry insisted that the red haired fellow missed her deeply but was knee deep in Ministry work.

Harry also mentioned that he had begun to reach out to his sister Ginny, but so far she had been to busy with Quidditch fixtures.

They sat down opposite each other and smiled politely as the conversation dried up and an awkward silence fell over the room.

Harry was stunned at how the girl had matured into a fine woman.
Although he was not outright shy he was nonetheless awkward when it came to socialising with the opposite sex.
He had never played on his poster boy image, he was after all 'the boy who lived,' but his fame had gotten him laid on a fairly regular basis.

As he inhaled Hermione's heavenly scent the twenty year old imagined what it would be like to caress her soft naked body, to feel her perky tits against his chest as he ran his fingers through her fine hair.

Likewise Hermione pictured herself falling naked under the tall man on her bed as he fumbled with his rock hard cock and pushed up between her splayed legs.

During the six years she had known Harry she had never really tried to gain his affection in a romantic way.
In addition he had never made his true feelings aware, if he had any, towards her in that way.

Determined to have him finally Hermione decided to resort to magic.
A subject she knew a hell of a lot about.
One way or another they would have sex together, even if it was only for one night and without love.

"Have some Butterbeer?"


She handed over a glass of the popular beverage and watched intently as
Harry took a sip and wrinkled his nose.

"This smells like treacle tart. Ha, one would think you were giving me a love potion."

Hermione smiled weakly. Bugger, she had forgotten that the potion had a different aroma for every one who smelled it.

Amortentia was the most powerful love potion in the world.
Although not capable of making the drinker to actually fall in love it provided a overwhelming infatuation with the nearest person, normally the potioneer.

She had visited the Potions lab that morning to obtain a vial of the potent stuff.
It had been a long time since she had ventured down to the dungeons and the smell of burnt wood and the lingering scent of smoke from the final battle filled her nostrils.

Upon entering the room, dimly lit by torches on the walls, she quickly found what she wanted and withdrew.

Some missing detail nagged at the back of her head as she hurried back to her rooms with the prize.
Although the potion definitely worked it was also considered to be dangerous, with odd and unknown side effects but she decided to carry on regardless.

"Oh, the drink is going to my head already." Uttered Harry as he shook his head from side to side.

He began to breathe very slowly and deeply as the potion took hold of his faculties.
She took the glass from his hand as he gazed into her eyes, his lids half closed.
Just before she had poured his drink she had secretly added the potion into the mix.

"Hermione, I feel, feel."

"Yes, Harry?"


Sick? Romantic? Amorous? Horny!

"I feel in two minds to..."

Make that four minds as the hero of Hogwarts began to shift and morph before the eyes of the astonished female.

With a series of grunts and contortions of his body Harry's form seemed to shimmer in the glow of the fire as he transfigured into four separate entities.

Hermione stood up, in alarm and confusion, as she was confronted by four identical duplicates of Harry Potter!

"Oh my word!" Stuttered the trembling woman as she stuffed a fist in her mouth.

"Hello, Hermione." Said the first.

"Hey!" Chirped the second.

"How YOU doing?" Asked the third with a lecherous tone in his voice.

"Nice tits, babe," observed the fourth nodding in approval.

"But? What have you done? Did you take something?" Said Hermione somewhat confused.

"Tell her, One." Said Two as he began to remove his jacket.

"Just some Swelling Solution." Said Three as he dropped his strides. "I wanted to increase the size of my erection."

"It seems to have had a curious effect," said One as he stripped down to his underwear.

"This is a disaster." Cried Hermione. "Just how much did you take?"

Somehow, some crazy consequence of the combination of the Swelling Solution with the Amortentia had caused a curious side effect.

That was to make the drinker expand, not in the size of his manhood but into a complete identical copy.
Complete with a prodigious and rampant hard on.
And not only one copy but THREE others!

As they all stood side by side Hermione looked on at the line up of the four Harry's, each one sporting eight inch plus boners.

"A lot. I wanted to impress you. I'm not exactly well endowed and I was really hoping we might, you know. Sleep together."

Harry Three turned to his other selves and they held their heads high.

"Hey, look. It worked. I'm packed like a stallion!" Cried One cheerily.

"Me too!"

"And me, wow!"

"But all you had to do was use the Engorgio Spell, you twit!" Said she exasperated.

"Ah. Didn't think of that." Said a sheepish Harry One.

"But, which one of you is the real Harry?"

Hermione began to back away as four extremely naked and erect men began to encroach on her.

"Me, I'm the real Harry." Answered One.

"Don't listen to him, Hermione. I'm the original."

Harry Two moved ever closer, jerking his dick in his fist.

"Fact is, babe. We're ALL Harry Potter. Right down to the last pubic hair. And, we intend to fuck your ass off, you little strumpet!"

"Come on, let the dog see the rabbit."

Harry Four leaned in and rent the dress from Hermione who gasped as she felt the ragged remnants puddle around her shoes.

"Hey! That was my best gown!"

"And lose the knickers."

Harry Three placed his thumbs in the waistband of her undies and roughly dragged then down to her ankles.


She stepped out of them and stood stark naked, surrounded by four virile looking wizards.

"Looking pretty good, Granger." Said One with a leer.

"Good enough to eat," agreed Four.

"Fuck the ass off that!" Chimed Two and Three together.

Hermione was actually flattered as eight wide eyes checked her out.

Blessed with a slender physique her breasts were of a medium size but topped off with pencil eraser nipples.

The guys scrutinised her flat stomach and abdomen that led the eye to the sublime V of her sex.

Her neatly trimmed Mons protruded enticingly from between her upper thighs, and her bottom was just perfection.

Smooth and firm cheeks that lifted and separated behind her.

Hermione was a ten!

"Surely you not ALL intending to have me."

Hermione felt a spasm in her nether regions and just a hint of wetness in her vulva.
She had become a fully fledged and accomplished lover with a somewhat excessive desired for sexual activity.

She had never had FOUR well hung studs although she had participated in one or two threesomes in the past.

The effect of her exposed and dreamy feminine flesh ignited the guys into action.

Surrounded by the four men Hermione was pushed down onto her knees and she found herself eye level with four huge pricks.
She stared up at them with big doe eyes and gulped.

"Well, girl. You wanted it," she thought.

She took Harry One in her right hand and jerked the hot shaft up and down.
His shaft was thick, chunky in fact and her small hand barely went around it.

Her mouth slid down onto the bloated bell end and she began to suck on it, her hand pulling on the thick shaft as her lips met it.

Her cheeks hollowed out as she moved to and fro on the head alone, relishing the taste of a man.
Hermione loved the sensation of a man's knob in her mouth and she purred like a kitten as she continued.

She then fixed her light brown eyes on Three and he groaned as she relinquished One and gobbled up the next big cock.

Curiously it tasted exactly the same as the first as she bobbed rhythmically on half of his length and he was no better and no worse.
She jerked his length, sliding the white flesh along his throbbing organ.

The other two hovered over her and she decided to take control.

"Okay, guys. I want you all to sit down on that sofa, side by side. Quickly."

The four clones did as they were told and sat down with their erections in hand and pointing straight up.

"Very nice. Now, where was I?"

Hermione sighed and fluffed her hair and bent down to Harry Four.
She kissed the fat tip and then swiped her tongue up and down the underside of the impressive shaft.

"This is fun," he said to his immediate neighbour.

"Best fun I've had in ages," agreed Two.

Hermione moved to her right and began to suck on Two and her delightful bottom bobbed in tandem with her head as she sucked on him happily.

Next in line was One who reached out to paw at her body as she serviced Two.
She shunted to her right and crammed the upright pole into her dribbling mouth and proceeded to take him down her throat.

Four pairs of eyes were mesmerised as the diminutive hussy deep throated Harry One who tilted his head back in ecstasy.

Harry Three was breathing heavily as he awaited his turn and he wanked his boner hard in anticipation.

Hermione lifted her face off of a disappointed One and took in huge gulps of air as she came face to cock with Harry Three.

She could feel her pussy begin to moisten up as she sucked him into her mouth.
Her tongue was like an untamed snake as she flicked and stabbed his dick as she moved back and forth over and over.

Hermione continued to fellate the guys, moving from one to another, sucking this one and that one, never faltering in her undivided attention to give all four equal servicing.

"I must say you ARE all exactly the same."

Hermione contemplated her result of her ministrations.
Four slick and upstanding cocks in perfect sync.

"You know what they say Granger, you can't have too much of a good thing."

"Yeah, and good things always come in fours." Agreed Harry One.

"I don't think that is true, but it's a sweet thought. Well. I think it might be my turn now, don't you. And you, and you, AND you."

Hermione stood upright and barged her way inbetween Harry Two and One and sat down, legs akimbo.
Being the centre of attention really got her juices flowing and she flashed her delectable pussy under a trim set of light brown pubes.

Two and Four came up alongside her and each took a hard nipple into their mouths.
They started to their tongues in fast circles in opposite directions and Hermione sighed softly.

One and Three were both licking her inner thighs, gradually homing in on her sopping pussy.
When they reached her slit they swiped her with slippery tongues, One from side to side, Three up and down.

Eight hands groped her and the little minx giggled as she imagined she was being molested by an amorous octopus.


Two fingers probed her cunt and another two were inserted in her asshole and her hips undulated as she was vigorously frigged in both of her lower orifices.

Her nipples were now so hard and erect they could probably have cut glass as they were suckled and nipped.
Two mouths were now kissing and nibbling her little nub below and the stoked up female wizard withered in utter passion.

"H..H...Harry!" She whimpered as FOUR tongues slobbered over her dripping muff.

This way and that way they lapped at her leaving copious amounts of drool all over mound and inner thighs.

They alternated in superb timing, overlapping, doubling up and dribbling all together.
Their faces were buried in her loins as her flaps were licked, her hard clit sucked and her anus probed lewdly by wriggling tongues.

Her body finally surrendered and she shuddered as she achieved her first orgasm of the evening and her moans of pleasure turned into an unadulterated refrain.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Hermione Granger had just had her sexual awareness and fortitude raised to a new level.
Was she a slut, she mused?
If so then she welcomed the moniker.
She just loved sex, and the more the merrier.

"Harry, be a dear and fetch my 'First Love Vaginal Bubble Lubricant.' You'll find it on my bedside cabinet."

As Harry Four vanished into the adjoining bedroom as Hermione walked over to the west wall and thrust her bared backside out and up.

"Form a line behind me, guys."

Harry Four returned with the palm size bottle and handed it to the horny brunette.
She opened the screw top and inhaled the scent of wild hibiscus syrup.

"I love this."

She applied a liberal amount of the lotion to her nether regions and smeared it into her cunt and anus.

"I have a feeling I'm going to need this!"

Bracing herself with her hands on the wall Hermione wiggled her rump
At last Harry Potter was going to fuck her.

Well, all FOUR of him!

The first in line stepped up behind her and slowly slid inside her well oiled cunt.


"Goodness has nothing to do with it!" Said Harry One as he began to move in and out, his feet up on tiptoe.

The other three maintained a solitary line up as the lucky Harry thrust in and out of the moaning female.
As he held onto her hips he drove his rock hard cock into the trembling girl with maximum force.

"It's just how I imagined it. Like fucking a tube of hot butter."

One withdrew and let Two take his position.
Hermione flexed her thigh and calf muscles as he rammed on home and gave the slender babe all he had.

Harry Two gazed down at his huge member hammering the woman's pink pussy.
He cupped her gorgeous ass cheeks and was impressed at how firm they were.

"When you're ready, Harry." Said Three as he tapped his foot impatiently.

Two pulled out reluctantly and Hermione looked back and stole a glance at the four Harry's behind her.

"It's a dream come true."

She gasped as Harry Three gave his rigid pole a couple of warm up jerks and then slipped it into Hermione's hot box.

He started to fuck her with very slow but deep strokes as he held both her tits in his hands.

"Fuck me harder, you devil. Harder!"

"You asked for it, lover."

Three sped up his thrust and her groans of delight grew progressively louder as he picked up the pace.

Her pussy had become so slick now that audible squelches could be heard by all.
Apart from that Harry's groin smacked hard into her sweet derriere and the sound of flesh on flesh resonated around the room.

"By Merlin's beard!"

Harry Four took up the vacated and gaping slot that was Hermione's muff and entered her with one swift lunge up.
She bucked and wobbled on her dainty feet as she was fucked by the battering ram of his stiff rod.

He slammed in hard and she tried to meet his pelvic thrusts.
Then he grunted and pulled out.

Harry One took the opportunity and slid back in and impaled the screaming woman on his eight pole.
He pumped and pumped for all he was worth.

Then it stopped and Hermione took the pause to inhale deeply.
She stood upright and felt her gaping pussy and was astonished at how sodden her cunt was.

The four Harry Potter's stood in a line awaiting instruction dutifully.
How lucky am I, she thought as she probed her wet and debauched quim.

"Lift her up, Harry."

Harry Two obliged and gathered the lightweight female up and carried her to the sofa.
Beneath her Harry Three sat waiting as she was lowered onto his rampant erection.

Three held her hips as Two relinquished his hold and Hermione slid down all the way onto the rigid dick.
He pumped up into her with gentle but deeply driving lunges that forced her light body to rise up on his lap each time.

Her upper back arched and her head snapped back just as two big pricks slapped her on both cheeks.
As she rose and fell on the man under her she sucked on one offered cock and then the other.

The fourth Harry came up from behind and bent over to rub her clit with his middle digit.
Hermione made urgent muffled moans as a thousand tingling sensations assailed her excited loins.

Harry Three gave the Gryffindor Goddess several rapid thrusts and then lifted her off so that he could penetrate her asshole!

He collected some of the lube and pussy juice from her vulva and smeared her rear hole.
The he inserted his greasy pole inside her rosebud which naturally stretched to its limit to accommodate his generous girth.

This brought forth a ear piecing shriek as Hermione had her anal virginity broken.
After a few short exploratory pushes another Harry, who knew which, came in front of her and squeezed his length into her widened pussy!

The incredible fullness of being filled in both nether holes caused the petite female wizard to climax for the second time.


As the Harry in her cunt began to move Hermione felt exquisite vibrations reverberate through her body.
She still sucked on the offered up pricks in her face as the other two fucked her cunt and anus.

Her juices flowed down her crack like never before and rivulets of sweat ran down her cleavage as amazing feelings of pleasure quivered through the thin layer of flesh between the walls that separated the two pulsating erect cocks.

Hermione was suddenly lifted up so that Harry anus suspended her under her knees with her still firmly impaled on his stiff prick.
Harry pussy was embedded in her cunt up to the hilt.

"By Merlin!"

Two fat dicks stuffed up her sent Hermione to heaven and back.
She was bounced up and down with little effort on the two studs who sandwiched her between their sweaty bodies.

Totally full of cock she hung on tightly as she was wantonly used as a human sex toy.
As the one moved in so the other withdrew and vice versa.

The unique and thrilling sensation of two ball sacks resting in her ass crack was the most unusual feeling she had ever experienced.

With her limbs feeling like jelly Hermione slumped in two sets of arms.
Ass Harry began to spit inside her anus with his hot cum and he convulsed for a full minute before he disengaged and let a river of the white stuff spew out of her.

Pussy Harry held Hermione in his arms as if carrying a baby in a sling.
He walked her four steps until her back was against the wall and jack hammered his entire length into her.

She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms and legs around him as she dangled three feet above the floor.
The steady bomp, bomp, bomp of her backside against the wall was a curiously erotic one and as he squeezed her in his arms he remained deep inside her and ejaculated with five strong hip thrusts.

"Let's finish this up in the bedroom, guys." She said between big gulps of oxygen.

Hermione was set back onto wobbly legs and she ambled to the bedroom, oblivious to the cum that ran down the insides of her legs and which spotted the carpet.

Her hair had lost most of its fluff and her adorable figure was dappled in well earned perspiration as she flopped onto her soft bed.

Harry Four swept in and flipped Hermione onto her front and pushed her legs out wide with his and started to fuck the shit out of the groaning woman.
As he hammered her into the mattress they both bounced with the momentum of his animalistic power thrusts.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!"

Four supported his weight on his elbows and hands as he smashed into her pussy repeatedly.

His knees widened her legs out further and he virtually smothered her as he took his pleasure from her.
Within two minutes he collapsed on top of her as he began to cum inside her with pump after pump after pump.

"On your back, babe."

Hermione laid back on the bed and lifted her knees wearily to display her thoroughly reamed cunt.

Harry One knelt between her legs and drove up inside her once more.
She swung her legs up in the air happily as Harry fucked her with hard, fast and deep strokes of his throbbing organ.

Hermione buried her head back in the pillow and hooked her feet over his shoulders and cooed in sheer pleasure.

"Go on, my son!"

"Give it to her good, mate."

"Show her what you're made of, Harry boy."

One was astonished at how hot and wet she was.
Streams of cum and her own fluids ran out around his shaft and down the crack of her sublime ass.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" She urged as she ran her hands up and down his broad back.

Raising her hips provocatively into his body Hermione locked her mouth to his and they kissed each other as if their lives depended on it.
His taut buttocks dimpled delightfully as he fucked her with pelvic thrusts that seemed to match the speed of the Hogwarts Express!

Harry was past the point of no return now and as he continued his energetic thrusting he emptied his balls inside the voracious woman.
She came with him, her third orgasm in an hour, and it was a fitting end to a spectacular experience.

Finally satiated they separated and lay side by side panting furiously.
Cum poured out of Hermione and puddled under her body on the bed as she attempted to control her breathing.

When she came back to reality she looked up at the sex starved four Harry's who still sported huge boners and became somewhat agitated.

"We love you, Hermione."

"We want you, lover."

"Let's fuck some more, and more, and more."

Not likely, she thought. I need a week off to recuperate!

She reached out for her wand and pointed it at one of the approaching figures and yelled out.


The vanishing spell did the trick and Harry Four promptly winked out of existence.
She repeated the spell twice more until only one Harry was left standing.


Before Harry One could say another word Hermione pointed her wand directly at the bemused wizard and cried out "Obliviate!"


An hour later when Harry awoke in one of the comfy chairs he was dressed and slightly groggy.
Opposite sat a rather demure looking Hermione sipping a cup of tea.

"Wow! That butterbeer went straight to my head. I can't remember a thing from the last hour. I hope I didn't do anything foolish."

Hermione smiled and put her cup down and rose to stoke the roaring fire.

"Not at all, Harry. Not at all. Tea?"


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Re: Harry Potter- The Adult Years
« Reply #3 on: January 12, 2020, 07:37:26 AM »
Chapter Three.

July, 1998.

Hermione Granger was just like everybody else when it came to remembering her first kiss. It was with Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball.

She could vividly recall the first time she and Ron had made love as well. Not brilliant but then whose first time ever is?

And Hermione remembered the first time she had experimented with lesbian sex, the occasion was indelibly burned into her memory.

How could she ever forget that night anyway?

Hermione Granger had made love to herself!!

It was the after the fifth time she and Ron had made love and for the fifth time he had not brought her even close to orgasm.

Hermione knew that most females could not achieve a climax through intercourse alone and that a clitoral orgasm was the proffered way to get off.
The pretty nineteen year old sat up naked in bed and sighed in frustration.

"I'm sorry, love. I just can't find your clit, and as for the g-spot well. Does it even exist?"

Hermione pouted and shrugged her shoulders.
She had graciously given Ron a nice ten minute blow job to begin with and she fully expected him to go down on her and reciprocate.

But, after a poor and sloppy and slobbering attempt at cunnilingus Ron had given up, complaining of an aching jaw.

He had then taken her missionary style as per usual and had grunted and groaned until he was done four minutes later.

"It's not fair. Girls like sex too, you know. Sex is a two way street."

Ron looked down at his flaccid penis and felt a little guilty.

He had thoroughly enjoyed himself once more, fucking the shit out of his girl, and thought sex was the greatest thing in the world.
Perhaps he was a mite selfish, he thought.

"Kleenex?" He asked.

He meekly handed over a box of tissues and his lover snatched one and inserted it into her cum filled pussy with a huff.

The poor girl was levelheaded, logical and somewhat insecure and was at a loss.
She padded noiselessly to the bathroom and tended to her toilet.

The new couple had taken residence in one of the teachers private sleeping quarters as they came to terms with the still fresh final battle of the Second Wizarding War.

The rebuilding of the ruined Castle had begun pretty much immediately and the fortunate survivors were hard at it repairing that which could be repaired.

The sparse stone floored rooms of the apartment were modest and far from cosy but provided some privacy and quiet.

The bed was just a single which made no difference to the two young lovebirds as they discovered that they were fond of hugging and sleeping snuggled up.

As she became lost in thought a clever idea popped into her pretty head.

She bounded back excitedly into the bedroom, tits jiggling wildly, and leapt onto the bed beside an uneasy Ron.

"Everything okay?"

"Right. Listen to me. I will teach you how to please me. Where to touch me, how hard or soft, and for how long. In no time you'll be an expert in oral sex."

"And how exactly do you propose to do that? I'm all fingers and thumbs down, you know. There."

"I have an idea. Do we still have some of that Polyjuice Potion we got from Mad-Eye Moody?"

Ron recalled the occasion when he and Hermione had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic together with Harry Potter in an attempt to find a Horcrux.
They had assumed the guise of Ministry workers by using the magic potion to change their appearance.

"Think so. Why, who do you want to imperson...Wait! You surely don't mean!"

"Exactly! I want you to assume the appearance of me! And then we'll make out."

Hermione was aware that the potion could not only transform a persons features but also their sex!

"Bloody Hell!"


The minute Hermione declared that she intended to make out with herself
Ron could not eat or sleep.
What would he feel, being female?
Would he get his dick back? He loved his dick.
Would he gain pleasure from it all? And would that make him a male lesbian?

The time came and Ron watched nervously as his girl made up the magical potion with a lock of her hair.
She mixed the muddy looking drink with a silver spoon and then handed the small glass to her lover.

"Drink up, Ron. All of it mind. I want at least two or three hours with you as me."

Hermione began to strip off and made a gesture with her index finger for him to drain the glass.

"I don't know. What if I change back in the middle of, of...whatever we happen to be in the middle of?"

"Trust me, Ron. Now."

Hermione stood with her hands on her hips, stark naked, and tapped her foot impatiently.

Ron held his nose, threw his head back, and tossed the evil smelling brew down his throat.

"That...was...disgusting. Ooh! I feel funny."

The flesh of Ron's hands began to bubble and ripple as he held them up to his face.
The hands slimmed out as did his arms, and then more alarmingly his chest started to jut out as he developed a pert pair of B cup breasts!

"Hermione! I'm scared!"

"Relax, it's all going to plan."

Ron looked down between his legs and saw his pronounced package vanish and shrink as his wedding tackle transformed into a female vagina!

His hair grew rapidly and changed colour from bright ginger to light brown.
In just two minutes he had gone from a he to a she, and not only any old female but the spitting image of Hermione Granger!

"How do you feel, Ron?"

"A little queer, pun intended.

Ron ran his hands through glossy long hair and gulped.
His voice had changed and he spoke in the honeyed light tones of his lover.

Hermione approached him and dragged his shirt, jeans and underwear off to reveal a naked and very desirable version of herself.

She was the epitome of female allure.
Flawless skin, rose tipped breasts, long and slender limbs and provocative curves.

"Hug me."

Ron slowly put his arms around his love and they embraced.
The feel of soft flesh on soft flesh felt remarkable as they looked into each others eyes and kissed passionately.

"It's like kissing my reflection. How odd. There."

Hermione thrust her right hand between them and slid a finger along the fresh slit that was Hermione/Ron's vagina!!

"Galloping Gorgons!"

"There, doesn't that feel nice?"

Hermione ran her middle finger up and down the vertical smile that was her double's pussy from clitoris to anus.

"I...I guess so. It's weird not having an erection. Instead I feel a tingling INSIDE my...you know."

Hermione looked herself up and down and wrinkled her pretty nose as she lingered on her twin tits.

"Hmm, I'm a bit lacking in the breast department when I take a different look, how disappointing."

She cupped and jiggled her opposite's boobs and kneaded the pliant flesh with a frown.

"Well, I think they are cute."

"Huh! Right, let's start. We may not have too long."

Hermione drew Hermione/Ron to the edge of the bed and they sat snuggled side by side, thigh to thigh.
They continued to snog, tongues dancing and lips smacking.

Hermione/Ron opened his/her legs and trembled as the air met the neatly trimmed vulva.
The original, so to speak, used her fingertips to caress the radiant skin of her double as they French kissed without pause.

Tracing long lines she followed the contours of the small mound of stomach, over both hips, and up to the breasts.
There she thumbed the erect nipples that jutted out like two ripe berries.

Hermione/Ron sighed and closed his eyes.
Was this what she felt when aroused?
It was certainly pleasant.

He moved his left hand to grasp his erection that no longer existed!
He felt like one of those persons who had lost an arm or leg but still felt the missing limb.

When they separated they gazed into identical sets of twinkling eyes.

"Wow! It's strange. Normally all my blood goes to my cock, but I'm feeling good in my loins, my nipples, asshole, stomach and toes."

"NOW, you're getting the message. Finally. I particularly have sensitive ears and neck."

Hermione placed her hand on his/her head and pushed.
With her lover on her back she fell atop her and began to nibble Hermione/Ron's neck and ears.

She thrust her tongue in the left ear as deep as possible and swirled it around.
As she probed one and then the other ear she widened Ron's legs with hers and gyrated her lower body on his loins.

Ron wrapped his legs around her calves and pushed up from the skinny bed.
He was hungry for physical contact as he became more and more aroused.

Hermione had moved from his neck to his pert tits and she was flicking and biting the hard nipples with tiny growls of ardour.

He experienced a wetness inside his puffy love nest and spread his legs wider.
As Hermione rocked her hips to and fro he felt the heat from her nether regions on his and he began to moan softly.

"Oh, Hermione!"

She took each nipple between her teeth in turn and bit gently before darting all around the pinkish areolas.

Ron kept on bucking his hips as his moans grew louder and his love juices flowed freely.

"Please, please, touch me there."

"In time, Ron. This is not your usual wham bam, thank you ma'am session. Patience."

"Oh, lord!"

Hermione leaned back and then rolled off of her duplicate form and scooted down to the feet.

"Ever kissed a woman's feet before?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, course not."

"Well you should. Watch and learn."

Hermione thought that her dainty feet was one of her best attributes.
She lifted up the right foot of the mesmerised Ron and began to trace out the small toes and curved instep with her fingertips.

With loving tenderness she separated each toe in turn and blew cool air on them.
She did the same to the left foot and Ron threw his head back into the pillow.

"How amazing is that?"

With legs bent at the knees he felt his right foot raised up as Hermione proceeded to kiss it from the toes up to the ankle, carefully blowing air out all the way.

She then turned to the left and massaged the entire foot with her slim hands.
Then she bent low and nibbled the sensitive flesh of the instep before shifting to the harder heel.

Hermione/Ron gasped as each toe was sucked lovingly and slowly with the original little minx lapping with her darting tongue.

"I had no idea. I'm so wet!" Declared Ron as he shifted on the sheets in total abandon.

Hermione carried on regardless and took the big right toe into her mouth and sucked it in with pursed lips.
She hummed happily before letting it go with a lewd sounding pop.


She took the other foot and the big left toe vanished inside her hot mouth.
She sucked on it with relish and saliva ran out of her mouth and down the upturned sole.

Hermione grinned to herself as she ran her hands up the slender calves to the prize with occasional brushes of both inner thighs.
She gripped the upper thighs in both hands and widened them further.

She came face to face with her own wet and rather succulent muff and her eyes widened.

"My own pussy! How quaint!"

"For pity's sake lick it, Hermione! I'm desperate!"

"Hope you're getting all this, Ron. There may be a written later on."

Ron felt a different inner warmth than usual as Hermione wet the tip of her middle digit and outlined the swollen nether lips of the offered quim.
Her finger played with the sparse curls of neat pubes as she studied her own face at the same time.

As the new Ron opened his mouth in a silent scream she was amused at her reaction when her pussy was paid attention.

Hermione/Ron tensed his/her thigh muscles as Hermione inserted the teasing finger past the slightly open and moist slit.

The foxy brunette shifted on her front as she lowered her face to take a closer look at his, or rather her very own inner folds as she jiggled inside.
She was interested in noting the darker skin between her inner and outer labia.

A broad smile lit up her face as she watched the small flow of pussy juice trickle out and slowly run down the upturned ass crack.

Ron mewed through gritted teeth and bounced his bottom lightly up and down in an effort to make his girl probe deeper.

Hermione realised that this was indeed the first time she had pleasured another woman, albeit herself!
And she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Another mental note for another time.

She flattened her left hand and smothered Ron's mound and pressed hard and held still for a few moments.

"Now I'm going to expose my, your clitoris."

"O, o, kay," whispered Ron as his heart beat like a hammer.

Licking and flicking with her dextrous tongue Hermione soon had him moaning and beating his fists on the bed as she speared his slot.

After a few exploratory jabs she lapped away like a puppy at the soft and wet flesh and a chill went up Ron's spine.

As she was extremely responsive whenever her perineum was played with Hermione homed in and swiped at the tiny area between her anus and vulva.

Then Hermione moved her hands under Ron's cute bottom and raised his pussy up to her face where she made contact with the pink nest of that elusive bud.

She moved the point of her tongue to the exact spot where the clit was still hooded and teased and teased.

Ron had an uncontrollable knee jerk as the erect little button emerged at last.
Hermione dribbled spit down her chin as she made clockwise circles around the clit until it protruded enticingly.

Now she held the clit between her lips and sucked and sucked so much that Ron thought she might actually suck it out of his body!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Ron screamed and writhed under the persistent oral assault and he began to convulse and shake from an almighty clitoral orgasm!

"MMMMNMAAAH! I...bmmm, gagh."

Ron made inarticulate noises as he laid on his/her back and perspired freely.
Hermione crossed her arms on his belly and grinned up at him.

"Now, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Don't know," he uttered as he panted hard.

As the sublime spasms in his body began to ease he raised his head.

"You're so bloody good at it."

"i know what we can do. We'll use my vibrator."

Hermione leapt up gleefully and rummaged around in her bag.

"You have a vibrator? Since when?"

"Never mind that now. Look, here it is."

Ron looked wide eyed at the four inch lavender sex toy that she held up in her hand.

"Like it? It's a bullet pleasure vib with three speeds, seven different patterns of vibrations and a tapered end for precision stimulation."

She threw the object at Ron who fumbled the catch and scampered up onto the bed.
With her legs out wide he gazed at the familiar sight of her parted pink portals and gulped.

He looked at the controls and turned it on.
It made a low pitch hum and shook in the palm of his hand.

"It tickles," he said chuckling.

"Wait until you put it inside your pussy." She said with a knowing wink.

Ron crawled over the bed and pushed the end into her entrance and moved it in and out.
He looked into her eyes for approval and noted her lids gradually close.

He watched in fascination as he inserted the entire thing into her bubbling quim and was astounded at how easily it slid in and out.

"Faster, Ron."

Hermione looked at her own face with the dreamy eyes and groomed brows and tilted her head.

Ron did his best as he pumped her over and over until his wrist ached.

"I guess I'm not too good at this."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake. Go and fetch my wand."

Hermione/Ron left her fucking herself and padded naked over to the nighstand and brought over the ten inch vine wood wand with the dragon heartstring core.

Hermione took with a look of despair at her other half and raised the wand.

Sitting up she pointed at the idle vibrator and made the incantation.


The sex toy jiggled a few times and then jumped up and aimed itself at her gaping pussy!
Hermione wiggled her wrist and the toy hummed into and inserted itself inside the frustrated female wizard.

With a deft move she slid a pillow under her sweet buns and dug her toes into the mattress.
Her wrist rotated and snapped back and forth as she made the vibrator twist and turn and spin in her dripping pussy at the same time it glided in and out.

"Now we're cooking!"

Ron put his hand between his legs and cupped his still sodden Mons as he watched Hermione fuck herself with the sex toy.
She humped up and down on the pillow and moaned loudly as the magical vibrator moved all by itself, relentlessly and steadily in and out.
She must have used this often, thought Ron as she alternated pressure on the top of her inner walls and the bottom.

As her wand hand became a blur so the vibrator shunted to and fro faster than the Hogwarts Express!
Her free hand was not idle and she teased her berry like nipples to her hearts content.

The constant humming of the toy strangely muted as it vanished inside her only to buzz audibly as it reemerged.

"So close, so close," muttered the blushing brunette as Ron frigged his own muff.

Then he actually jumped as Hermione finally came and the vibrator left her pussy.
His mouth gaped as he watched she spat out a three inch stream of cum that made a little puddle beneath her.

Hermione Granger was a squirter!

Ron looked at how wet her inner thighs and mound were and he remained slack jawed.
When Hermione recovered she opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.

She looked at Ron who had suddenly changed back to his usual self, his stiff cock in his fist.

"Amazing. I really had no idea how much pleasure you get from your body. And all I need is to get hard and cum."

"Well, I hope it was all worth it. I shall expect a lot more effort from you in the future."

As they spoke her eyes focused on his erection and she licked her lips.

"Come on then, we just have time for a quickie."

Ron dropped on top of her and slipped her legs over his shoulders.
He thrust up inside her and in a jiffy was giving her a rigorous seeing to.

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Re: Harry Potter- The Adult Years
« Reply #4 on: January 20, 2020, 08:47:55 AM »
Chapter Four.

August, 2001.

"Trollop!" Said the Fat Lady with a sneer.

"Whore!" Snapped Sir Cadogan.

"Way to go, my dear." Urged Brian Gagwilde III.

"She's had more pricks than a pincushion!" Continued the Fat Lady.

"They will have to bury her in a Y shaped coffin, you know." Agreed the deceased Knight of the Round Table.

"Give it some, girl!" Yelled Brian.

"Oh, shut up all of you!"

Hermione Granger had taken a lot of criticism lately about her healthy sex drive.

When she wasn't hard at work she was the first one to admit that her thoughts were mostly about sex.
If she wasn't making love she would probably be masturbating and dreaming of making love.
If she wasn't masturbating she would have her head in a book called 'Advanced Sexual Positions.'

The remarks from the moving pictures that adorned the walls of Hogwarts
were more than exaggerated, but nonetheless Hermione Granger had unleashed a hidden sexual obsession that she had embraced the first time she had slept with Ron Weasley.

Overnight she had taken a journey from a shy, virginal teen into a sex obsessed twenty something.

Since then she had certainly slept with others, male and female, and had blossomed into an experienced lover.

It was a complete accident that she stumbled in on Neville Longbottom as he was changing clothes.
The old Gryffindor member and staunch follower of Harry Potter during the Second Wizarding War had returned at the age of twenty two to become a teacher in the Herbology Department.

Hermione was happy to see him again and went along on his first day in class to wish him luck.
Unbeknownst to her the twenty one year old was still waiting for vacant rooms in the teachers quarters.

Until then he was using the Herbology classroom to bed down.
When Hermione stepped into the room Neville emerged from the small bathroom, stark bollock naked and drying his hair with a towel.

They stared at each other in silence for a good minute, during which the slim brunette could not fail to notice Neville's sizeable appendage.
Even in it's flaccid state the said organ looked to be at least eight inches long, and heaven only knew how big it grew when angry.

"Neville. I'm so sorry. I had no idea. That you were rooming here that is, not, you know."

She waved her right hand and then put it over her forehead.

"Although I certainly did not know about, about. Anyway! How are you? Settling in?"

Neville quickly retreated to the bathroom and Hermione cursed herself for being an idiot.

Exactly four days later Hermione was relaxing in her rooms, which were the refurbished office of the now defunct 'Defence Against the Dark Arts' class.

She had chosen the empty office and had changed it into a very comfortable personal abode.

The hour was ten and Hogwarts very own sex kitten had just enjoyed a luxuriant bubble bath.
She padded naked into the main room and sat beside the warming fire and opened her current favourite book to the 'standing missionary' position.

"Now that looks interesting."

As a warm glow came over her and her left hand found its way between her legs.
Lost in the moment she strummed her clit as she studied the vivid illustrations in the revealing book.

At that precise moment Neville Longbottom burst in unannounced, waving a thick and dusty tome in the air.

"Hermione! Hermione! You'll never guess what I found in the library. Oh!"

The tall and lanky wizard froze as he saw the steaming hot sight of the brunette frigging herself with her left leg flung up over the arm of her plush chair.
He had a perfect view of her recently shaven quim which glistened in the warm glow of the fire.

"I'm so sorry. I should have knocked."

"It's quite alright, Neville. Come on in."

She closed her legs and her medium sized breasts jiggled lightly on her chest as she sat upright.

"I...I just remembered a thing. See you."

Neville left just as quickly as he had arrived and Hermione chuckled at the absurdity of it all.


"So, is he really hung like a horse?"

Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley leaned in with lecherous grins.


"Why, Neville Longbottom of course." Announced Ginny, her bright brown eyes twinkling in the light of the pub.

The three old friends were enjoying a girls night out in the popular Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade.
Luna and Ginny had made the rare journey north for the first time since they had graduated from Hogwarts and had sought out Hermione to hear all the latest gossip.

"What makes you think I know?" Said an innocent looking Hermione Granger.

"Oh, please. We all know you, Hermione," said Luna as she raised her eyes to the ceiling. "Who haven't you had?"

"Ron, of course. Harry, Draco Malfoy..."

"What? How did you know about Draco and me?" Cried the dismayed brunette.

"HAH! So, it IS true! We were just bluffing. You must tell all, spare no details."

"You two. Words fail me."

Hermione leaned back and took a healthy slug of her redcurrant rum.
The room was busy, veritibly overcrowded in fact, as the not so innocent brunette gathered her thoughts.

"Alright, it's true. Draco and I did do the dirty deed, but it isn't what you think. I still abhor him AND his horrid family."

"Who doesn't? Ghastly git!"

Ginny slammed her glass of gillywater on the table in an obvious statement of assent.

"It was nearly a year ago," continued Hermione. "Just after Harry came out to Hogwarts to deliver a lecture to the students.

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall received a letter from Draco who wanted to organise a visit to our library in order to search for a rare book on alchemy.
He doesn't need money, he's so filthy rich, and collects and studies old manuscripts and artefacts as a hobby."

Hermione looked into space as she recalled that fateful day she and the silver haired Malfoy had sex.

Her rapt audience waited to hear more with bated breath.

"Get another round of drinks Ginny and I'll tell you everything."


November, 2000.

I was aware of Draco's imminent arrival and had done my level best to stay out of the way.
But I hadn't banked on the Headmistress asking for my help in finding the tome that he was interested in obtaining.

She knew that the library was like my second home and that I would be the best one in locating the book.

I was horrified in having to meet this man again but I steeled myself and told myself to remain aloof and calm.

Imagine my horror when Minerva suggested he room with me as there were no other immediate spaces for guests.

It had been late afternoon when I approached the Head's office.
I knocked and entered as per usual and noted the familiar portraits of previous headmaster's, the pride of which was Dumbledore naturally.

The room had been renovated since the war but not much had changed.
A tabby cat brushed against my leg and then Minerva suddenly appeared in it's place.
She drew her black robe about her skinny shoulders and looked as expressionless as ever.

"Ah, Miss Granger. Still with us, I see." Her voice sounded stern and abrupt. No change there.

The Animagus, a wizard than could transform themselves into an animal and back at will, sat at the large desk and turned up the light on the lamp.
In the corner the phoenix looked up and then away as if uninterested in the pair of us.

"Just because you prefer to remain and work at Hogwarts does not give you the right to determine who and who may not visit the school."

I fidgeted on my chair and ate humble pie. She had a knack of making one feel like a thirteen year old again.

"No, headmistress."

"If I were to invite Dolores Umbridge herself I would not wish to hear a peep out of you to the contrary. Am I right?"

Her spectacles seemed to defy gravity as they perched on the end of her nose as she stared at me with watery eyes.

"Yes, headmistress."

"Yes, indeed. You may very well be twenty one but here at the school you answer to me. We shall give Draco Malfoy a warm welcome and you SHALL make room for him in your quarters. The old Defence Against Dark Arts office is large enough to accommodate the pair of you."

I protested furiously but to no avail.
I left her office with my tail between my legs and brooded the rest of the day.


"Are you staring at my bosom, Draco?" I asked him disgustedly.

"Not really, Granger. They're not much to write home about are they? I mean, don't flatter yourself, I've seen bigger tits on a pixie."

PIG! I thought.

The ex Slytherin house member had arrived three days after my meet with Minerva and I had reluctantly agreed to meet him to convey him to my rooms.

"Granger." He said as if chewing on a brick.

"Malfoy. Welcome back to Hogwarts." I retorted with a hint of bile in my throat.

The pure blood wizard was the only son of Lucius Malfoy, an aristocratic wizard and one of Lord Voldemort's notorious Death Eaters.
A particularly prejudiced and nasty type, the family had defected from the side of the Dark Lord at the last possible minute at the end of the Second Wizarding War.
The weasels had managed to avoid prison, much to every bodies dismay.

"SO nice to meet you again. It's been a while." He said with a sneer.

Not nearly long enough, I thought as we both glared and seethed at each other.

Strongly resembling his father, Draco had grown to be a tall and slender adult with the same cold grey eyes.
His sleek white-blonde hair was now back in a straight ponytail and he wore a clean cut short beard on his pointed chin.
In a certain light he looked almost handsome.

"Get a grip, girl." I told myself as I broke from my reverie. "I do not fancy Draco Malfoy," I scolded myself. "Repeat after me, I do not fancy him, I do not fancy him, I do not fancy him."

"Are you alright, Granger? You're blushing like a beetroot."

"Yes. Quite alright, thank you so much. Follow me."

We climbed the staircase to the second level and I showed him my quarters.

I had moved into the now defunct office and had settled in very nicely.
The main room was dominated by the grand fireplace and I had surrounded myself with books and other papers of interest.
After I had passed my N.E.W.T.S. I had decided to remain at Hogwarts in order to study and fulfil my dream of promoting the plight of house elves.

As I baulked at the mere mention of rooming with Malfoy I had the notion to conjure up a door and thin wall to divide the main room into two.
He would bed down on one side and myself on the other, sharing the one bathroom and shower.

I had on a pretty mini dress but had forgotten that it had an alluring and plunging neckline.
As Malfoy and I pottered around in the room I was acutely aware of his furtive staring and leering at my matured figure.

At the back of my mind I was actually flattered that he found me attractive enough to ogle, even if he was a long time rival of mine and Harry Potter.

But as I helped him settle I found that I kept making sideways glances at him.
He, in turn looked up at me with his eyelids half lowered and lips parted.

"Nice ass, Granger. For a Mudblood, that is."

"Hey! No more sardonic comments or I'll have you escorted from the premises."


He grunted and I told him that he was not to enter my half of the quarters and that we would have only the bathroom to share.

"Very well, until tomorrow then."

Our eyes met and we did not look away for what seemed like forever.
I even wondered if he was trying to mesmerise me with those beguiling grey eyes.

Damn him!


Early the next morning I accompanied him to the library, my favourite place in the whole of Hogwarts.
It was huge and the thousands of shelves buckled under the weight of tens of thousands of books.

I showed him the particular section where he might find what he was looking for and then I stayed close by to keep an eye on him.
I was under instructions from the head to make sure he did not wander into the Restricted Section for obvious reasons.

As he retrieved several books he took a seat opposite me where, without my knowledge he had a perfect view up my mini dress.
When I looked up from my book I saw him giving me the glad eye and I crossed my legs firmly shut.

One time the lecherous pervert came up behind me and openly gawked at my cleavage down the front of my dress.

"Are you looking at my bosom, Draco?" I asked him disgustedly.

"Not really, Granger. They're not much to write home about, are they? I mean, I've seen bigger tits on a pixie!"

That was IT!
I slammed my book shut and disowned the depraved git and stormed off in disgust.

I made sure that I kept busy and managed to stay out of Draco's way the entire day.
I ate a light supper of a dish of bouillabaisse and decided to go to bed early.
I slipped into my blue striped pajama set and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

A short while later I half opened my eyes thinking I had heard the door open, but it was the one next door.
There was a muted rustle of feet and definite giggling.


I turned over and attempted to drop off but after mere minutes I was rudely awakened by muffled sounds from the adjoining room.
I put my pillow over my head to shut out the rude sound of moaning but to no avail.

Fuming I laid there as my ears pricked up at the sound of moaning and sexy pillow talk.
A female voice cried out over and over "fuck me, Draco. Fuck me with that big cock!"

Bastard! I thought. He's brought a girl back to his room and was in the act of fucking her brains out!
And not only that but merely five feet away from where I slept!

Intrigued I got up, not bothering with the light as it was a moonlit night padded bare foot over to the adjoining wall for a better listen.

Whoever it was clearly loved the attention she was receiving and the moaning quickly turned to high pitched squealing.

She began to beg, beg for his big organ desperately and I admit that I found myself straining my ears to hear more.

"How do you do that, Draco?" Asked the unknown female.

"Magic, my dear. Just magic."

"What about her?"

"Fuck her, the filthy Mudblood."

"Git," I thought as I bit my lip in order not to react.

"Oh, yes! Do it like that! I love it! Fuck me with that big cock, you devil!"

As I listened intently her cries of passion and excessive moaning had an extraordinary effect on me.
I was starting to get turned on!
As they continued to fuck each other I wiggled my bum and dropped my pajama bottoms to my feet.

I glanced at the antique carriage clock that Harry had bought me for my twentieth birthday and saw that it was midnight.

My ear was right up against the door as the girl demanded that she be taken doggy style.
My hand found itself between my parted legs and I felt the sexual heat from my aroused pussy.

As I imagined Draco thrusting in and out of the girl who was on all fours I slipped my middle finger inside my already moist muff.
The creaking of the bed only heightened my arousal and in my minds eye I could see the girl's tits bouncing wildly as she was ravished by the Slytherin git.

My pussy was really slick as I frigged myself rapidly, and I had to lean in the door to support myself as I went up on tiptoe.

They were really going at it and their attempts to stay discreet were all but lost as they gasped and sobbed in their passionate rut.

"I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

"On my ass, big boy."

Big boy indeed!

My hand was a blur as I strummed my clit and I could feel my orgasm rise to the surface.
The rampant couple came to a shuddering climax next door and as they groaned in satisfaction I came at the same moment and I was overwhelmed by my clitoral orgasm.

There were more rustling sounds and the girl presumably had dressed and left.

"Thanks, lover. That was the best."

I heard the door close and I dropped onto my bed with my hand between my upper thighs and I was soon off again.


I got up the next morning in a state of confusion and bewilderment.
Had I just got myself off listening to Draco Malfoy banging a girl?

I shook my head and told myself it was just an aberration and headed to my bathroom for my morning ablutions and shower.
I stripped out of my pajamas and went to turn the handle of the door.
As I paused with my hand in the air I heard the shower already on, and in a flash I realised that Malfoy had beaten me to the bath.

Curiosity got the better of me and with the running water masking my movements I entered the room in an imprudent action to catch a glimpse of the smug wizard.

I opened the door a crack and noted the steam had risen, but I still had a clear view of Draco all lathered up and humming to himself.
He had his back to me as I huddled low in the doorway and his untied hair hung wet and matted to his back.
I looked on somewhat surprised at his taut buns with the tiny indentations that dimpled each smooth cheek.

Then he spun around and as he began to rinse off the soap on his body I learnt that he had a hard and lean frame with no hair at all.
He still had not noticed me and I had to cover my mouth as I gasped at the size of his package.

"Ohhhh!" I muttered into my palm as I became mesmerised by his amazing cock that he jerked and soaped up with his hand.

No, not amazing, read that as outstanding, as I ventured a guess that he was packing a superb eight inch plus appendage.

As he took great pleasure in his own ministrations he tilted his head back and closed his eyes under the persistent hot stream of water.
My big toe shot up and I sucked in my cheeks as I saw him stiffen in his fist and I had an uncontrollable urge to reach out and stroke it.

"Control yourself, I berated myself. It's Malfoy."

As the water ran down his firm abs to his groin I felt my pussy tighten with an unexpected excitement and I cursed myself.
I was flushed and hot and my nipples became very erect and sensitive.

For a nervous moment I feared that he had heard me as he snapped his eyes open and looked in my direction.
I shrank back but still looked on with my heart hammering in my chest and drank in his sturdy legs and his now erect cock that jutted out majestically in my direction.
His silvery white pubic hair that topped off his breathtaking boner I found mysteriously seductive.

I withdrew into my room and shut the door and locked it, utterly perplexed at my carnal impulses.



I rummaged in my bedside drawer for my vibrator and flopped onto my back on the bed, totally aroused.
I stretched out my legs as I switched it on and thrust it up inside my dripping cunt and then grabbed my wand.

"LOCOMOTOR!" I yelled and welcomed the enchanted sex toy slide in and out of my hot honey pot.

I could not match the rate of strokes that I very much desired with my hand and gladly let magic do the rest.
As the vibrator fucked me silly my thoughts were only of Draco and his magnificent nine inches of thick cock.

Wonderful sensations washed over me and my thighs quivered as the throbbing toy drove up inside me at a rate of knots.
My desperate craving for an orgasm did not take long and as I came with a doleful sigh I squirted five inches onto the bed under my ass.


I decided to take a late night shower that evening in order to avoid the morning's chain of events and I turned on the taps to let them warm up, somewhat free of tension.

I checked out my reflection in the full length mirror and was secretly proud.
A slender build with a trim waist and firm, pliant breasts had been a pleasant surprise as I hit adulthood.

My abs weren't as defined as I would have liked, but my bottom was relatively tight and nicely shaped.
I had kept my Mons neatly shaved with just a small strip of pubic hair at the top.

I really need to get laid, I thought as I stepped into the stall.

I rubbed my body with both hands and felt instantly relieved.
The hot water hit my tits and ran down my stomach and between my legs.
I reached for the coconut and musk scented soap and lathered it up in my hands.

I washed my body all over as the thin needles of water bounced off of me.
With my eyes closed I paid attention to my ass and sex and coated my loins with the heavenly fragrance.

The lather dripped down my thighs like a foam waterfall and I moved my hand to my covered labia and found my slit.
I positioned myself in such a way that the shower stream hit my pussy head on and the soap poured down to expose my obscured quim.

I worked myself up into a state of erotic excitement and I energetically rubbed my soft outer lips
And despite the steam that engulfed me I shivered as I probed my inner folds.
The relentless pounding water filled my ears and I did not hear Malfoy step into the stall behind me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried as I buried a finger up inside my cunt.

"Yes, would you please pass the soap?"

"Draco! What the devil! How long have you been there?"

I tried to cover my loins and breasts but it was a pointless exercise and I recognised the fact that he and I were both naked and with only a margin of three inches between us.

"Oh, do get on, Granger. I need to clean up. I've had a long day in a dusty old library."

"I was here first, Malfoy. I suggest you wait your turn."

This was simply ridiculous, I reasoned.
I'm standing naked under a shower and conversing with an equally naked male!

"Get out this instant!" I yelled.

"Why don't you make me?"

We came nose to nose, breast to chest, and although our ears were filled with the noise of thundering water the small confines of the shower stall generated an acute sexual tension.

To break the suffocating tension I smacked him right across the right cheek!
Imagine my utter shock and anger when he unexpectedly gave me a solid clout on my left cheek in return!

"Bastard!" I huffed at him.

"Bitch!" He snorted back at me.

I tried my utmost to remain calm and my face was expressionless but my left thigh trembled all by itself.

That was when he spun me around to face the shower wall, bent me at the waist, and proceeded to spank my raised bottom with five, FIVE, hard smacks.
The hot water streamed down on our bodies as he leaned over and spoke in my ear.

"That will teach you to strike a full blood."

"Get your hands off me, you creep!"

I heard the taps turned off and when I turned back to face Draco who astounded me by sporting a very stiff and lively twitching erection.

"And do not even THINK of doing anything with THAT!"

Even as I spoke my voice cracked as I stared at his upright flagpole.
Why did he have to have such a mouth watering cock?

"Don't think too highly of yourself, Muggle spawn. I wasn't aroused by you, oh no. I always get a boner in the shower."

"You disgust me, Malfoy. I can't wait for you to leave."

"You appear to be a little confused, Granger. Are you so sure you don't want a taste of pure blood dick?"

Draco stared at me with a pompous grin and I lifted my chin and proudly displayed my dripping, naked form.

"Enlighten me, dunderhead? What makes you think I would fancy you?"

"First, I'm packed like a Unicorn on heat. Secondly, I'm a perfect fuck machine and I would leave you sore for a week after. And thirdly, your cunt is dripping down your thighs. I can smell your lust for me so much it stinks!"

I was speechless at his observation. My pussy contracted and my cunt suddenly ached for physical contact.
I fixated on his boner and my resolve began to melt away.

"I hate you!"

My heartbeat quickened as I thrust my hand between my parted legs in an attempt to stem the tide.
Shit! I was rather wet down there.
He continued to give me his contemptuous grin and I slapped his face again.

"You pompous witch! You may despise me but you desire me also. I can see that flame in your beady eyes."

"B...beady eyes? Beady eyes!"

My damp body was sending me conflicting emotions which, added to the intense sensations running through my loins, began to cause me to waiver.

"Anyway, your loss. I'm leaving."

I watched the water dripping down his broad back and down the crack that separated his firm buttocks and deep down I knew that I had to have him.

My mind was in utter turmoil, and when he announced his departure I grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him hard on the mouth.

I was up on my toes on the slippery tiles of the shower stall and I had to arch my back to place my lips to his.

Draco pulled me to him by clutching my rump and pulling me to him.
My hand slipped between us and I squeezed his massive hard on.

Our lips lingered on each others for a full minute and when we broke we gazed into each others eyes.
Arousal and ire filled me and my only thought was the burning need to have Malfoy, yes, Malfoy, fuck the shit out of me.

We kissed again and this time he took a fistful of my lank, wet hair and twisted my face to the left and bore down on me.
In a fit of anger I bit down on his lower lip hard and he growled.

"Take that!"

He slapped me across the kisser and then held me close to his smooth chest and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth.
I was sorely tempted to bite on it but we exchanged air, and saliva, and sweat in a moment of wanton lust.

I did dig my fingers into his broad chest and I grinned sadistically at the little scraps of his flesh under my nails.

With my arms wrapped around his neck I flung my right leg around his waist and put the heel of my foot into the small of his back.

Draco got the message and brought the tip of his raging stiffie directly at my entrance.
He pushed up and buried his face in my breasts as he began to savagely pump in and out of my sodden quim.

"Harder, you devil! Fuck me harder!"

"Oh, really? How about that?"

I was consumed by a carnal thirst that could not be tamed and he fucked me with an almost sadistic brutality.
He twisted my face, tangled my hair in his hands and I made two fists and hammered him on the chest as he drove in and out of my aching muff.

There was a thin line between unbridled passion and violence that I had never encountered in my life.

"Whore! Fucking Muggle bred whore!"

'Weasel! Damn your eyes, you scum!"

Draco roared and lifted me up into his arms and I dangled three feet up from the floor of the shower, still firmly impaled on his magnificent prick.

He bounced me up and down and I slid onto his entire nine inches on every down stroke.
I felt totally stuffed and I loved it!

With my lightweight body in his capable arms he pressed me against the wall if the shower and pinned my back to it.

My feet hooked into each other as I went along for the ride.
I very nearly swooned at the size of him thrusting up into me at breakneck speed and I came with a scream and a flood of pussy juice.

Draco put me down and my legs felt like jelly as he turned to the wall and slammed head against the tiles.

He entered me from behind with his hands gripping my hips and he screwed me senseless with juicy slapping sounds of his wet groin on my damp backside.

I was rocked to the core as he used brute strength to pull me back onto his cock.
He was in me up to the hilt and I threw my head back as I savoured inch of rock hard dick that he forced inside my bubbling cunt.

"Make me scream, you devil!"

"You always were a little bossy cow. You got it."

As Draco pulled back and rammed into me over and over the bastard bit the back of my neck and smacked my nether cheeks.
I spread out my hands on the wall and took the full brunt of his lightning fast strokes.
Just as I was on the cusp of another orgasm he pulled out and pushed me roughly to my knees.

"Suck on this, you cow. I know you want to."

He pulled on my hair and cock slapped my face as if it were a club.
I opened my mouth to protest only for him to jam his knob past my lips.
Detaching myself from the wicked impulse to chew into his organ I instead sucked on the slippery shaft with relish.

"Like that, Granger? My pure blood cock mixed with your Mudblood juices. Makes for a unique cocktail, no?"

"Balls!" I snorted and spat on his bloated cock head and grinned as it dripped a long string of saliva.

I DID like it, the bastard! I closed my lips firmly on his bell end and lashed at him with my darting tongue.

I gripped the base of his dick and bobbed on the tip of his cock in a steady rhythm, fearing the rest of his generous length entering my mouth any further I took things slowly.

I used my tongue to bath the underside of his shaft and encircled his massive glans every time I reached the tip.

"Call that a blowjob? Is that what they do in Muggle world?"

With that uncalled for remark Draco gripped my head firmly in his hands and began to literally face fuck me!
He hit the back of my throat again and again and I gagged and spluttered saliva down his veiny shaft.

The vibrations in my gullet were like nothing else I had encountered and my pussy ran rivers of my love juices down the crack of my ass.
I gripped his thighs and drew blood as I raked his flesh as he thrust his thick girth down my neck!

Then he unexpectedly drew back and pulled me up by my hair.

"Let's finish this off in bed."

"Hey! Not so rough!"

I was half dragged, half walked to his side of my quarters and then flung onto the bed.

"Pity you're so flat chested, I would have liked a tit job. Anyway, come here and sit on this, I know you want to."

Draco laid back and pointed his erection up to the ceiling.
I pouted at him and fluffed up my hair as he provoked ME into fucking HIM.

I hesitated for a nano second and shook my head in abject disgust.
At ME not him, as I hungered for the opportunity to ride him that gorgeous dick.

The room was filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat as I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
With my knees against his hips I sank onto his entire length with a loud moan.

I rode him hard and he tangled his fingers in my lank hair and shook my head this way and that.



This was without doubt the most aggressive and hot tempered fuck that I had ever had, and one of the most raunchiest.
I kept on grinding back and forth on that formidable cock and my aching clit rubbed on his pubic bone and sent divine shocks through my loins.

I pinched both his nipples as hard as I could and I looked him squarely in his cold grey eyes.

"And another thing, your stupid beard is atrocious."

"Bollocks! Better or worse than yours! He countered.

"Why, you!"

I made two fists and thumped him on the chest as I ricocheted off his stiff prick.
His balls smacked on my derriere like two ping pong balls and I moaned in ecstasy.

"Not bad, not bad. Take a note, Granger. Could do better, 4 out of 10."

"Oh, yeah!"

I leaned over his chest and raised my bottom up high before slamming down hard until I began to lose strength in my legs.

"Fuck me, my little mare!"

"Oh, for pity's sake!"

I slowed up and fell across his chest with the realisation that for the first time I had bitten off more than I could chew.

"Come here."

I yelped as I was thrown into the air and then smothered by the silver haired fuck machine.

He guided himself between my open legs and rested his cock against my slit.

"Please, fuck me," I begged in a humiliating mewl.

"I beg your pardon?" He said, gloating.

"I want you to fuck me," I whined.

"Sorry, didn't hear your feeble little whimpering."

I hit him on both biceps as I tried to impale myself on his cock head, which he just kept out of reach.

"You're such a tease. Just fuck me, alright!"

He bumped the entrance to my pussy and then moved a fraction lower.

"Higher, damn you, higher!"

Suddenly he slipped a pillow under my backside and I stiffened when he pressed against my puckered anus and followed through!

"No! Not there!"

Despite my protestations I was amazed at how my asshole took him in.
Once he had passed my ring my hole seemed to blossom and as he started to fuck me I opened my mouth in a silent scream.

Inch by inch he fed me more of his oh, so hard dick and his legs rubbed on the insides of my thighs.
I shut them tightly to his long shanks as he built up a nice pace.

"I always knew you were an ass lover, you scumbag."

I teased him in return as he huffed and puffed deep inside my back passage.

"I bet you used to take Vincent Crabbe up his fat behind every night, hmm!"

"Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

Draco's expression changed to one of extreme fury and his anal assault became more and more insistent.
His long and frenzied strokes made my tits judder up and down and I felt the oncome of another climax.

"Is this what you want? You think you can torment me, Draco Malfoy?"

I looked over his shoulder at the enthralling rise and fall of his buns as he ravished my poop chute.
He had truly awoken the animal in me and I dug my nails into his back, urging him to take me harder.

"Oh, really? Is this all you got? I thought you were a sex machine? Why, I can barely feel you."

Draco roared with rage as I moved my hand between us so that I could stuff two fingers inside my molten pussy.
My orgasm crested and I yelled out, just as Malfoy pulled out and emptied his balls on my belly.

As we collapsed on the bed side by side we basked in our mutual post orgasmic bliss.
I slowly looked over at Draco who was at the adjoining door that separated our rooms.

"And another thing. Don't go bringing any more girls back later."

"Get stuffed, Granger."

And with that he slammed the door shut.
I rolled over and sighed as I contemplated my two gaping nether holes which annoyingly would not close up.


Again at around midnight I was disturbed as I slept by the horrid Malfoy fucking a screaming female.
This time I was not going to tolerate this outrage and I got out of bed and thumped on the door.

"Keep it down in there! Show some consideration!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop, damn you!"

Came the defiant cry from the woman who was no doubt getting her brains fucked out.
I turned the handle only to find that it had been locked.
I grabbed my wand and pointed it at the door and yelled the unlocking charm.


The door swung open and I stormed in, steam pouring out of my ears.
I was greeted by the sight of Malfoy on top of a woman who had had her legs straight out and up.
His long hair fell across the female he was shagging but I could see that she had long brown hair.

Draco was banging in and out and his taut buttocks were directly in my view point, obscuring the face of his moaning lover.
It was like the moon rising and falling as he stroked up and down with his toes dug in.


"Ah, Granger. Eager to suck my cock again?"

I hitched up my pajama bottoms in a gesture which meant that I was determined not to waiver in the face of him shagging another.

"Certainly not. Kindly desist this instant."

"Really, Granger. Are you the only one around here permitted to have a love life?"

The woman beneath the sweat soaked Malfoy looked at me over his back and berated me in dulcet Scottish tones.
I looked into the face of a pretty eighteen year old brunette whose face was surprisingly familiar.

"Minerva?" I mumbled in shock.

"Correct, young lady. Now make yourself scarce while Draco and I finish up here. Off you go."

I withdrew to my side of the room, slightly shame faced and definitely embarrassed.
It took me a few moments to take in what I had seen.

Apparently Minerva McGonagall was a Metamorphagus!
A wizard who was capable of changing their physical appearance at will.
And in this instance she had chosen a much younger and more attractive version of herself!

Who would have thought it? Headmistress Minerva had a sex life!

I was not one to contradict as I loved a good seeing to as much, if not more, than the next girl.

Was there something in the Hogwarts water?


Luna and Ginny looked at each other in a haze of alcohol.
Hermione had stopped talking and had just drained her fifth redcurrant rum of the evening.
The inn had begun to thin out as the hour passed midnight.

"You're kidding!" Said an incredulous Ginny. "Not only did you shag Draco Malfoy in an extraordinary fuck, but he also knobbed an eighteen year old Minerva McGonagall?"

Both female wizards collapsed in hysterics and Hermione just sat and shrugged.

"Nice one, babe. You almost had us there." Chuckled Luna.

"Yeah. Good one, Hermione. Do you think we're that easy?"

"I see that there's no pulling the wool over your eyes, girls." Said Hermione with a knowing wink.




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