Truth be told

I do not own any of these characters and in no way am I profiting from this story. All characters are the sole property of JK Rolling. This story is merely for enjoyment.

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Part Two

'Mione's Plight

Hermione sucked in the refreshing cold air and would have gladly curled up into the fetal position as soon as Ron released her head and pulled his rock hard member from her mouth. Her throat was raw, she had been crying since this started and knew her makeup had run all over her face; not to mention all the throat slime and mucus that was now coating her chin and chest. Ron leaned down and grabbed a hand full of hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose the delicate skin on her neck. He trailed butterfly soft kisses along her long slender neck and up to her ear where once again he whisperer softly to her.

“ Don't you look so pretty? Such a good little slut.” he ran the back of his index finger along her cheek, wiping away a stray tear as it slid from her eye,smearing her makeup more. “ Your makeup smudged and running all down your face, and these beautiful breasts you keep so tightly bound and hidden. Who would have know that little Hermione was sporting such tits under the loose blouse you wear.” Smirking Ron moved to kneel in between her splayed legs. “and lets not forget, this perfect gem of a pussy.” To show his approval of Hermione's dripping cunt he slid two fingers deep inside and flicked his tongue across her clit. Once again Hermione arched into Ron's mouth out of instinct from the contact and a low moan reverberated in Ron's chest, his desires re-inflamed. Pulling his fingers out Ron sat up slightly, leaned over her and said something that terrified Hermione and chilled her to the core. “Since you seem so wet and ready already, I'll skip the foreplay and just get on with fucking the shit out of your perfect stuck up ass.” Terror must have flashed through her eyes because Ron laughed low in his throat, untied Hermione's leg from the bedposts and retied her ankles to her thighs, giving him more maneuverability when he penetrated her. Ron knelt down and gripped Hermione's hips her positioned her in his lap. Her held her down with one hand and with the other he guided his rock hard cock into her dripping cunt. With just the head inside he paused, waiting only a moment before grabbing both of her hips and slamming so hard into her that Hermione let out a blood curdling scream as her hymen was torn to shreds. Ron either didn’t notice or didn't care that there was now blood soaking not only Hermione's lower half but his as well, because he continued to violently fuck her. Ron growled as he pounded inside her virgin pussy, he leaned down and stole another rough kiss from Hermione's quavering lips. She wept openly now, she no longer cared who saw or who knew. She was broken, Ron had just claimed the last of her innocence and she was ashamed to think others would think of her now. As Ron pounded into her in a slow steady rhythm there suddenly came a very loud banging on the boys dormitory door and Hermione could hear voices outside, rescue had come, all be it a little too late. Suddenly the door burst open and Hermione gasped as the smoke from the “bombarda” spell cleared and she saw her rescuer.

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