The Education of Miss Granger

A/N: This chapter is super long to make up for the wait. It's 5300+, so I think that's just compensation. Tell me after you read it!


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Needless to say, it had been a long couple of months for Hermione.

She had managed to keep up all of her grades, despite what was going on around her, which was something to be commended. Now that she thought about it, she was not quite sure if commended was the right word. She did not want to commended for singlehandedly keeping the hormones of the half the seventh year Slytherin and Gryffindor houses in line. If she were to be commended for that, some might think of her in the wrong light.

In one thought about it, it was really only a handful of wizards that she was routinely sleeping with. It had started with Draco, jumped to Blaise, then Harry and Ron, then Dean and Seamus, and then Nott had finally thrown himself into the mix. Sure, she had eaten out Pansy along the way, but she didn’t really count her.

That was really only seven guys.

Hermione’s train of thought stopped dead on the tracks and her eyes widened. Only seven? Dear Circe, what was she doing? What was she thinking? Playing it off because it was only seven guys. That was horrible, completely terrifying!

Hermione cocked her head to the side. No. It would be horrible if Crabbe and Goyle had truly been involved that night. As it was, she had only tasted them. So it wasn’t so bad, was it?

Hermione closed her eyes and groaned. She had tasted them while eating out Pansy.

She was doing her patrols and so she blindly walked into a classroom, trying to find even more solitude. What was going on? She needed to slow down or something bad was going to happen. Maybe not bad in the traditional sense, but one night she was going to overstep some boundary, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle whatever that boundary was.

She looked around the old classroom she was in and sighed. It sure hadn’t been used in a while. Desks were piled up on the far wall and there were two teachers’ desk, laying end to end at the front of the classroom. It always surprised Hermione how much unused space there was in this castle. It made sense, though, as history showed that the magical community was getting smaller and smaller.

Hermione walked over to the teachers’ desks and ran her hand along the dusty tops. The history this room had seen! She was sure that in the centuries that had passed while Hogwarts was open, that this classroom had seen many cycles of being used and then being forgotten about.

Every Headmaster seemed to have a different plan for the school.

“What are you doing in here by yourself?” Hermione jumped at the voice, turning around to find Ron’s silhouette in the doorway. He walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. The room was suddenly plunged in darkness. Hermione could hear Ron walking towards her, but it wasn’t until he was almost directly in front of her that her eyes adjusted well enough for her to see him.

“You scared me, Ronald. Don’t do that.”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry Mione. I just figured you could use some company. Lumos.”

Suddenly the room was filled with a soft, yellow light. Hermione looked up into Ron’s face and smiled. “Thank you. This classroom is fairly interesting, isn’t it?” Hermione turned away from him and ran her hand over the teachers’ desks again. Ron watched her walk over to the window with a bemused look on his face. “The view from this window is extraordinary."

Hermione jumped as Ron placed his hand on her shoulder again. She had been so distracted that she hadn’t heard him walk up behind her. She could feel him against her back, the heat of his body radiating out and pouring into hers.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Hermione. I’ve really missed you.” Ron swept her hair aside and kissed her neck, working his lips down to the join of her neck and shoulder. He worried the flesh there with his teeth, causing Hermione to moan in pleasure. He smiled against her skin, then snaked his hand around her body to rub her breast through her shirt. She closed her eyes, leaning her body back against his. It felt so good to have him touching her.

“I’ve missed you too, Ron.”

“Well isn’t this a thoroughly disgusting scene.” The Gryffindors startled at the voice, turning around to see Malfoy standing in the now opened doorway. “I saw a light on and thought I would come investigate. As Prefect it is my duty, after all.” He walked into the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. “And what did I find? Two Prefects, neglecting their duties.” He stopped in front of the join between the teachers’ desks, cocking his head to the side. “Yes, I believe that is what this is.”

“What do you want, ferret?” Ron growled as he pushed Hermione behind him. She rolled her eyes at him trying to protect her, but inside she felt touched that he would see Malfoy as a threat to her.

“For you to disappear. But, seeing as how you are determined to protect the mudblood, I can see that’s not going to happen.” Ron bristled at him and went for his wand, but Hermione caught his arm and held it in her hand. Her touch seemed to calm him slightly and he went to open his mouth, but Malfoy talked over him. “What I want is Granger.”

Ron blinked at him, a puzzled look coming over his face. Then he seemed to understand what Malfoy was implying and went for his wand again, only to find that Hermione had an iron-clad hold on his arm.

“Hermione doesn’t want you. She’s not some slag that you damn Slytherins can just throw around!”

“Is that so?” He ran a hand along the wood of the teacher’s desk, grimacing at the dirt that came off on his finger. “Then tell me what she was doing with Nott.”

Ron could feel Hermione stiffened behind him and knew that that was not good. Her hand tightened ever so slightly where it held his arm, her fingers curling around his arm. He could feel the tension level rise in the room and didn’t like it.

“What are you talking about?”

Malfoy smirked as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the dirt from his fingers. “It seems that Granger likes all different varieties of snakes. Especially those she can fuck.”

“You’re a damn liar. Nott’s a damn liar! That’s what all Slytherins do, lie and deceive.” Ron used the leverage Hermione was giving him on her arm to pull her out from behind him so they stood side by side. “Let’s get out of here. We don’t have to listen to these lies.”

“Nott didn’t tell me anything. I saw it. With my own eyes. You two were down by the lake, correct?” Hermione went stock still next to Ron, barely even breathing. Ron turned to look at her and saw that her eyes were wide and her face flush. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Ron raised a hand to her cheek, slowing brushing his fingers down her skin. “Hermione?” He choked her name out, and found that he couldn’t even ask her the question properly.
She slowly turned her face to his, a wetness glistening in her eyes. “Ron, I . . .,” her voice trailed off, before she closed her eyes and turned her head back to the side. Ron looked from her to Malfoy and then back again.

“What are you waiting for?” Malfoy stepped to the side, making a sweeping gesture with his arm. “There’s the door.” Ron looked back at Malfoy, his blue eyes narrowed in anger. Malfoy just raised his eyebrow, knowing full well that Ron had no reason to be mad with him. Ron stepped away from Hermione and walked up to Malfoy, staring him straight in the eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Malfoy stared back, giving Ron as good as he was getting. “Well then step aside at least. Someone has to teach the little whore a lesson.”

Hermione looked up at that, her embarrassment being taken over by anger. “Now just a minute, Malfoy. You don’t control me. Just because I did something I wanted to do without asking your permission first does not mean that you can demand things from me or teach me some kind of lesson.”

The blond wizard’s nostrils flared for a second, before striding purposefully towards her. He fisted her hair tightly in his hand, jerking her head to the side. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he tugged ever so firmly, a small gasp escaping her lips.

“Now you listen here,” he growled into her ear through clenched teeth. “It’s clear that you’ve forgotten what you are. When we started this little endeavor months ago, you were to be my plaything and my plaything only. I only let Blaise join in because he’s such a dear friend,” he tightened his grip even more, forcing Hermione’s neck into a taut line of creamy flesh. “I know you think that you can fuck whomever you want, when you want, but the truth is this: I own that sweet body of yours. I have since day one when I fucked you in the library. How dare you use what I showed you on somebody else?” He flicked his tongue out and ran around it along the shell of her ear. “Strip.”

When she didn’t react but just stayed silent, Malfoy pulled her into his body so she could feel the effect this was having on him. She could feel the hard outline of his cock against her pelvis and nearly moaned, knowing that he got off on treating her so roughly. If she were honest with herself, she got off on it just as much, needing this kind of verbal abuse to get her going.

“If she needs punishing, I want to help.” Malfoy turned his head ever so slightly at the sound of Ron’s voice, only to find the redhead seething with anger and lust as he stared at Hermione, his eyes a blazing blue color that was so frightening, Malfoy almost felt sorry for the whore in his arms.

Almost.

“Do you really think you’re up to this task?” Malfoy chided him, waiting to see what the redhead would do.

Ron took a couple of steps forward until he was standing even with Hermione and Malfoy. “I’m morethen capable, ferret. Why don’t you ask Hermione?” The wizards looked at Hermione, who licked her lips, her breath catching in her throat at the possessive looks on the two teenagers faces.

“Yes Malfoy. He’s more then capable."

Malfoy looked from one Gryffindor to the next. He really had lit a fire in this one, hadn’t he? Usually the girls he fucked took a little longer to become so acquainted with the other wizards of Hogwarts. Well, except for Pansy. It really did not surprise him that she would start fucking her Gryffindors after he had turned her onto the more carnal of life’s little pleasures. After all, he could not be with her all the time and a witch had needs.

He just didn’t think that Granger’s needs were so far fling that Nott would be privy to them.

“As I imagined. You have been a busy whore, spreading those legs for everyone. I bet you’d even have a go at one of the teachers around here,” Malfoy started to circle her back, making sure that he kept Ron in his sight. “Maybe even Snape? I’m sure with that giant, hooked nose of his, he’s got another piece that matches just fine.”

“You watch your tongue, ferret.” Malfoy looked up into Ron’s eyes, the anger there clear and evident. “We’re going to punish her, not humiliate her.”

Malfoy gave a shrug as if to show that it was the same thing. He looked back at Hermione and raised one eye brow, pursing his lips. “Didn’t I tell you to strip?” On the last word, he slapped her ass, causing her to jump.

She looked back at him with lust in her eyes. She could feel wetness in between her legs and knew that she was slowly ruining her knickers. Harry would not be here to buffer Ron if he got out of control and Malfoy wouldn’t care.

She was so turned on by the thought of total abandon with them that she had to fight her legs from trembling.

She slowly reached up to the neck of her robe and began to unbutton it, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it fold up on the floor. Malfoy walked out from behind her, standing next to Ron with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her reach up with trembling fingers and unzip the jumper she was wearing. She was wearing a camisole underneath, a beautiful dark green camisole that made Malfoy groan low in his throat. She looked good with his House colors next to her skin. Ron shifted slightly when he heard the sound, focusing on the fact that Hermione was lifting her shirt over her head.

Both boys opened their mouths as her black, lace bra came into view. Malfoy decided that she looked better in this color next to skin, and Ron couldn’t help but think the same thing. She didn’t take her bra off, instead reaching down and unhooking her belt, then sliding the button through its hole. She unzipped her pants and shimmied them off her legs, a black lace thong that matched her bra coming into view. Ron licked his lips, wanting a taste of the goodness that he knew was between her thighs.

“Damn Granger,” Malfoy growled, low and menacingly. Hermione’s face flushed under the scrutiny of the two wizards, her nipples tightening in the cold air, gooseflesh rising in tiny bumps all over her body. She sucked in a gasp of air as she felt the cold air hit her wet curls, sending a shiver through her body.

“Put your hands flat on the desk. Back to us,” Ron commanded in a raspy voice. Malfoy looked at him from the corner of his eye, surprised at Ron and his command. He smirked as he watched Hermione move, her limbs heavy as if she were in a drunken stupor, over to the teacher’s desks, bending over the seam where the desks met. She kept her legs tightly together, so the boys could only peek at her vulva. They saw enough, though, to know that she was glistening and ready for them, ready anyway they wanted.

“Feet apart,” Ron choked out, his trousers gone behind the point of tight. He felt like his hard cock was going to split his trousers in half. He was sure Malfoy felt the same thing, but for some reason he didn’t want to check.

Hermione slowly opened her legs, shuffling her feet so that she could get a wider stance. Her breath came in sharp puffs as the cool air was now able to hit her pussy full on, her arousal leaking down her legs in cold, wet trails.

“That’s nice, slut. Really nice.” Malfoy began to undress, slipping the buttons of his robe out of their holes. Ron looked over at him, startled, as Malfoy left his robe to pool on the floor, his finger deftly working at the buttons of his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

Malfoy looked over at the redhead and rolled his eyes, grabbing his shirt and pulling it from his pants. “Getting undressed so I can fuck that cunt. I suggest you do the same?”

He managed to slip out of his shirt, his pale, bare chest toned and gleaming in the light coming in from the window. As Ron watched him begin to work on his pants, he realized that Malfoy was going to get to Hermione before him. He quickly began to unbutton his own robe, flinging it off instead of letting it pool on the floor. He was working on his shirt as he saw Malfoy push his pants down, his hard cock spring free from his pants.

“You don’t wear underwear?”

Malfoy looked over at Ron with a disgusted look on his face. “Why the fuck are you looking at my cock when there’s a naked witch spread out in front of you? Do you favor blokes? Is that why you’re always up Potter’s arse?”

Ron could feel his face reddened to the color of his hair as he listened to Malfoy talk. He furiously ripped his shirt off and then shoved his pants down without undoing them, pulling his legs out of his pants. Ron’s hardened cock sprang out and bobbed, pre-come already oozing on his head.

“I’ll show you who’s fucking who,” Ron growled, before taking a few determined steps forward. He grabbed Hermione’s hips, tilted her pelvis upwards, and slammed to the hilt before she even knew he was there. She gasped at the sheer force then moaned loudly as he pulled out slowly. “You like that, slut?” He began to set a pace of rough thrusts, followed by pulling out of her slowly. He took one hand off her hip and reached it under her, grabbing her nipple and pulling hard. She shrieked, the pain shooting down her body and becoming pleasure.

“We need to keep her quiet.” Malfoy started, walking around the desks to stand in front of her face. Ron only grunted in reply, using all his will to maintain his pacing. Malfoy smirked as he climbed on the desk, kneeling down in front of her face. She rolled her eyes up to him, only to be met with his cock. He lightly traced her lips with his cock, white pre-come decorating her lips as the reddened tip swirled around her mouth. She opened up to let him, knowing what he wanted, when he slapped her mouth with his cock.

“I missed watching my cock slap you. You know how I love to see my come on your face.” Malfoy slowly inserted the tip of his cock into her mouth. She immediately clamped her lips down on it, sucking with all her might. Malfoy tangled his hands in her hair, nearly digging his fingernails into her scalp. Gods, it felt so good.

Hermione had never felt this way before. She had been with both of these wizards on many different occasions, but this was something she had only dreamt and fantasized about.

She always wondered what it would be like to have a Slytherin and a Gryffindor use her at the same time. It was a fantasy that she had used many times during the night, an erotic image that managed to get her off every time. It was fast becoming the only thing that could. She was so used to being pounded away at, to being used, that her own fingers were no longer satisfying her desires. The idea of two, or more, men so diametrically opposed to each other finding their pleasures in her body was such a powerful and arousing idea that it always left her sweaty and breathless.

And then to have those two men be Ron and Malfoy made it all the sweeter.

Ron began to hammer away at her body, his forceful thrusts dragging moan after moan from Hermione’s throat. Malfoy began to fuck her face, thrusting his cock deep into her throat. Hermione almost gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat. Malfoy shuddered as her throat convulsed around the head of his cock, pulling himself out roughly. Saliva dripped down from his hard flesh and down Hermione face, landing on the desk underneath her.

Malfoy pulled his hands out of her hair, steadying himself on the desk with them. Was he so starved for her body that he was acting like a first year? That just was not acceptable.

“What’s the matter, ferret? Are you not up to the task?” Malfoy looked up through sweat soaked strands of hair to fix Ron with a look of vehemence. Ron just scoffed and kept fucking Hermione at his bruising pace. For her part, she could no longer keep her head up and laid it down by Malfoy’s knee, moaning now as her hard breasts rubbed into the wood of the aged desks.

“Lay her out on the table, weasel.”

Ron slapped her ass, thrusting deep inside of her, holding himself there as he looked at Malfoy. “Why? She seems to enjoy what I’m doing to her. Maybe you should take notes on how to fuck a witch.”

Malfoy’s face narrowed in anger. He grabbed Hermione by the shoulder and pulled, her body scrapping up the side of the desk. He pulled hard enough that Ron popped out of her body with a loud noise. Ron stepped back so that her dangling feet wouldn’t kick him, and then realized that all he did was help Malfoy do what he wanted. He grabbed her legs and began to pull her back down, her stomach and breasts rubbing against the wood again but in the other direction.

“Stop that!! Stop! That hurts!” Hermione began to flail her arms and legs, managing to smack both of the boys with her feet and hands. Both of them immediately dropped her, Malfoy backing off the desk. Hermione laid there on the wood not moving. The skin of her stomach felt like it was rubbed off her and her nipples were aching.

She slowly pushed herself off the desk and stood to her full height, which was not much. She looked over her shoulder at Ron and then at Malfoy. “If you two can’t share and play nice, then you won’t be getting anything anymore,” she looked between the boys. Malfoy’s face had darkened at her words, but Ron looked truly sympathetic. “Ever.”

“Sorry, Mione,” came Ron’s voice from behind her. She took her eyes off Malfoy to look at Ron, smiling broadly. She knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her, but Malfoy was a different story.

“Pussy whipped bitch.”

Both Gryffindors turned to look at him, anger in their eyes. He had seen them look at him like that before, but they had never been naked. Malfoy nearly came at the anger shining in Hermione’s eyes. He loved when she looked like that, fierce and wanton with her saliva still drying on her face.

Hermione grabbed Malfoy by the arms and before he knew it, she had turned him over and he was lying on the desk with her on top of him. She was using her weight to hold him down, along with the feeling of her wet pussy sliding over his cock.

“Is this what you want, Malfoy? Is it?” She continued to grind against him, her throbbing pussy leaking down and covering his dick in her cream. “What if you never got to have it again? What if I just took it away?” She leaned down over him, her lips placed right next to his ear. “What if we played that game again like we did in the hallway? Except this time I left you, unfulfilled, your cock hard and aching as you dangled on a wall, meat for anyone who walked by?” She licked the shell of his ear and he shuddered.

It was in the moment that he realized he liked to be dominated.

She impaled herself on him with a hiss, the sudden vice-like grip of her pussy causing him to almost lose all control. Both of them felt, rather then saw, Ron climb up onto the desks.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he hissed, crouching over her so that he could rub his hard and slick cock in between her ass cheeks. She groaned, reaching back her hand as she rode Malfoy, tangling her fingers in Ron’s sweaty locks, her body taut as she arched her back. Malfoy watched her breasts swing back and forth, her tits thrust forward due to the position of her back. He was trying his hardest to block out Ron, when the redheaded wizard suddenly pushed Hermione down, her chest mashing against Malfoy’s.

Hermione groaned at the different position, Malfoy hitting deeper inside her as she rode expertly. Hermione bit down in his neck, ripping a scream from his throat, as her teeth worked over his sensitive flesh. Ron smirked and then crouched even lower over the witch, his chin resting against her shoulder.

Ron thrust into Hermione’s ass, thrusting all the way inside her. She jumped at the sudden intrusion, forcing Malfoy’s cock to slide out just a touch. She grabbed his shoulders and rolled back down, impaling herself once more on his hard cock. She started squeezing her muscles, clenching up tightly whenever she slid up, and then opening herself up when she thrust down. Ron grabbed her ass and started to pump into her roughly, able to feel Malfoy’s hard cock between the thin layer of skin that separated them.

Hermione started to ride Malfoy faster and harder, trying to match the pace that Ron was setting. Sweat dripped down his face as he fucked her, splashing on her back and rolling down her skin. He slapped her ass and then took that hand and placed it under her, pinching and twisting her nipple with his fingers. She flung her head back, her hair raining down her back, enveloping Malfoy as she rode him. Malfoy snaked a finger down and began to pull and pinch her clit, his fingers becoming drenched in her wet arousal.

Hermione could fee her orgasm building inside her. She knew that any moment now she was going to come. The boys noticed a fine trembling starting in her body and begin to ride her harder and faster, Malfoy continuing to pluck roughly at her clit as Ron twisted her nipple. With a load scream she came, pleasure rocketing out her body. Her holes clenched down on the boys’ cocks, her vise-like grip squeezing the two cocks as they continued to fuck her. She slowly came down from her high, her body dropping down onto Malfoy.

Ron slowed down his thrusts, lightly fucking her ass. Malfoy slowed down as well, enjoying the added wetness that her climax brought. With each thrust, a very satisfied moan escaped Hermione’s lips. Ron smirked down at Malfoy and roughly pulled out of Hermione, climbing down off the desk.

“Oi, ferret. You said you liked her wearing your come?”

Malfoy continued fucking her abused pussy, looking at Ron oddly. “What of it?”

Ron pointed to the ground and then grabbed his cock, rubbing his hand up and down the hard flesh. “Bring her down here so we can coat her with our cream.”

Malfoy thrust up in Hermione, thinking over the possibility. With a smirk, he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and moved her, dragging her down onto the ground. Hermione blinked up at the two boys from her position on the ground and then got into a kneeling position, watching as the boys held their dicks over her face. She flicked her tongue out and then parted her legs, running her hands down her body to find her messy cunt. She plucked at her own clit, a strangled moan coming from her throat.

“Come on my face. Cover me,” she hissed, her overly sensitive clit sending zings of pleasure through her body. Malfoy bumped the head of his cock up against her lips and grinned when she took the head inside, her lips suctioning down on the flesh.

“Fuck yes. So good,” he moaned, fisting her hair tightly and fucking her mouth hard before pulling out and stepping back. Hermione reached out with her other hand and forced Ron’s cock into her open mouth, her tongue flicking the head and tasting the salty pre-come there.

“Gods damn, slut, you are so good.”

Malfoy sped up his hand as he watched Hermione suck dick. He was imaging that is was his cock in her mouth, reveling in the knowledge that he knew what it felt like to have those luscious lips wrap around his cock and suck. He knew what it felt like to have his cock bump against the back of her throat as he fucked her throat raw. He knew what it felt to have her pussy clench down on him, that pussy that she was fucking right now. He knew what her ass felt like, that plump ass that just ate cock up.

He felt his sac begin to tingle and knew he was almost there. He squeezed the tip of his cock and placed it on Hermione’s cheek, Ron’s cock still buried in her throat.

“Gods, I’m going to come. All over that pretty face. Gonna fuck you up. Oh Gods, oh-,” with a strangled sob he began to come, Ron pulling out of Hermione’s mouth. Malfoy watched as shot after shot covered her face, and then aimed his cock at her open mouth, drops of white fluid landing on her tongue. He smiled as some splashed into her hair, while some drops ended up on her creamy, heaving tits. He shook his dick out on her face, a droplet landing on her nose, before backing up to lean against an unused student desk.

Ron had wanked watching the whole thing, keeping his dick nice and hard so he could coat her face just like Malfoy had done. He watched as Hermione scooped up some of Malfoy’s come and stuck her fingers in her mouth, her other hand still fucking herself furiously. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body bucked once more, her second orgasm washing over her so intensely that it was almost painful.

That did it for Ron and he placed his cock over her face, his come shooting out in spurts. He yelled as he came, white ropes of come splashing against her cheeks and lips. He aimed his cock downward and came across her tits as well, adding his come to Malfoy’s in harsher, faster spurts. When the last bit shot out of his cock, he slapped Hermione’s cheek with his dick, droplets shaking off onto her face. Hermione licked her lips and closed her mouth, swallowing the few drops of come they had placed in her mouth.

The boys looked at Hermione and both smirked at the mess they had made of her. She was covered in their come, her hand still buried in her cunt. Her tits heaved, the come splattered against them gleaming in the window light. She looked thoroughly fucked, her eyes heady lidded and her mouth parted. She brought her hand up from her pussy and stuck her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself.

Malfoy began to chuckle in spite of himself. “That fucking whore never gets enough.”

Ron joined in with his own masculine chuckle as they watched Hermione scoop up some come from her face and swallow it down. “And we never get tired of giving it to her.”

Malfoy just nodded as he began to look for his clothes.



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A/N: Just compensation? I think so. Oh, and by the way, telling me my story has been abandoned and that I've forgotten about it won't make me write faster. It'll just piss me off. To those people who think I write too slow for them: Go read something else. I don't have time (imagine that) to write on YOUR schedule.

To those who don't complain, thank you very much. I know it's tiresome to wait, but trust me, if I could write PWP all day and not have to worry about other things (life, school, family, theatre, work, grades, friends, etc.) I would!

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