Saving Her; Saving Us All

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Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.



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Chapter 14





Sixth Year Doesn't Suck



The Morning of September 1st dawned clear and bright. Hermione's alarm had awoken the seven bonded well before the dawn. They'd spent their last morning officially cohabitating, in delightful congress. As the alarm rang in the bedroom of the seven, it also went off in the rooms assigned to the Weasley students, allowing Ron the time he needed to actually be packed somewhat on time. Without Molly's unhelpful screeching, Hermione's drill sergeant like planning managed to get them to Kings Cross station with almost an hour to spare.



With McGonagall at the helm, and given Ron's abysmal performance last year, both in regards to his grades and his prefect responsibilities; it was no surprise that the prefect badge was reassigned to Harry. Harry and Hermione decided that they would begin their duties on the platform rather than sitting, bored, on the train. Harry stayed on the Magical side helping struggling first and second years onto the train. He'd left several cabins reserved for the first year students, and helped them find them and store their trunks. Several other prefects saw him, and also began to assist the first years. Many of the upperclassmen wondered why not one had ever thought of doing this before. Hermione stayed on the muggle side of Kings Cross and helped first generation first years with crossing the barrier. By a quarter to eleven, both teens were able to rejoin their party.



Harry, Hermione, and Neville were all looking out the windows, making sure that they were able to help any straggling first years. They were all shocked to see Molly come bustling through the barrier at 10 before the hour. She looked increasingly out of sorts as she looked frantically around the station. Exchanging looks, they noted that she looked as though she had gone all out on her appearance. In the weeks since they had seen her, the former Weasley matron had dropped a few stone of weight. Rather than her usual dowdy, and rather threadbare robes, she was wearing muggle jeans and a peasant blouse designed to show off her reemerging figure.



Molly PoV



~Where is that man? Its ten of they should be here. I'd like to at least see the kids off. And if I should just happen to remind Arthur why he married me in the first place, well that is just a nice bonus. Oh who am I kidding? I'm here with my tits on display in this top and my ass on display in these muggle pants, wearing a special 'perfume' I whipped up myself, because I'm getting my husband back. I struggled through being poor as a church mouse. I refuse to let him leave me now that he's rich." Molly groused to herself.



She was conveniently overlooking the fact that she was the reason he's left in the first place. That he'd left her for the fact that she was money hungry, grasping, domineering, prudish, and manipulative didn't even enter her mind. As she saw it he'd tossed her to the wolves just before things got golden.



Looking around the platform once more, she noticed that there were very few stragglers at all this year. Looking towards the train she spotted her youngest son in the window of a near compartment. She put up her hand in a frantic wave, hoping that he would believe that she had really just come to see them off. She smiled brightly when he returned her ggesture.



~Well damn, the mudblood must have gotten them here early; which means that Arthur's been and gone. I never liked her. Shite.~ Molly Prewitt was quickly running out of options. The Wizengamot had taken quite a bit of her ready and given it to Arthur before the goblins had sorted everything. Her original fall back plan was sitting in Azkaban and her plan B was Arthur's ward and betrothed so tightly to the Longbottom boy, she was of no help. The only one of her sons who acknowledged her was still in school. Hell the only reason she had a decent Wizarding apartment was because the landlord had been one of her Hogwarts paramours.



With an undisguised snarl, Molly apparated back to her flat, disgusted with the idea that she might actually have to work for a living.



Hermione PoV



As soon as the Prefect meeting was over Harry and Hermione found their way back to their friends…and Ginny. Snuggling in against Harry, she was sure that this would be one of the best Hogwarts returns she'd ever experienced. Of Course she'd no sooner had the thought than Draco Malfoy decided that is was time for his yearly harassment visit.



The blond entered the compartment. "As usual Potty, you are lowering your family name by associating with the lowest of the Wizarding world. Three blood traitors, a lunatic, and the most repugnant of all the mudbloods." He turned hard grey eyes onto Hermione. "If you think I am paying a single galleon of that fine, you are delusional…mudblood." He snarled. "I don't know why Pansy didn't put you where all of your kind belong; back in the mud."



"My theory is that she couldn't because she was entirely too stupid, and inbred. There was so much inbreeding in her background she was barely above the magical levels of a squib. Without an influx of first generation blood pretty soon all of your 'proper' purebloods will have bred themselves to extinction." Hermione answered with deceptive calm. The only sign of her anger was the fact that her curly hair was getting frizzier by the moment.



"You are wrong, mudblood. Only the pure should have magic. You and your ilk are abominations." Goyle said. EVERYONE in the cabin was shocked.



"Merlin's Dingy pants. He can speak. Did you know he could talk?" Luna asked the others. "And a five syllable word. Really am I the only one surprised that he can speak?"



"I'm sure that Draco or his father taught him to say a few key speeches." Ron told her in a stage whisper.



Draco turned on Ron with a sneer. "Great words from the weakest wizard in a disgraced family. Divorce is a product of the scandalous behavior of the muggle filth. If your father was a REAL wizard, he have used the old ways."



"Oh please. Your father isn't stupid to try that 'old ways' garbage on a Black. Do you know what Sirius would do to him if he harmed a hair on his cousin's head?" Neville scoffed. "And Baron Cygnus would have been even worse."



"Actually if you think about it Neville, Lucius is lucky. He is in Azkaban, that's the safest place to be if you are a Death Eater…most of that ilk is losing limbs right and left." Ginny said snarkily.



"Oh please, as if my father would worry about a blood traitor like that. Sirius Black is too weak for the name. He'd never do anything to my father. My father is the supreme ruler of his home-"



"Draco. Has your father ever hurt Narcissa?" Harry growled through clenched teeth. "If he has; you'd best warn him to get far, far away before Sirius finds out. And Lord help him if he has allowed that Half-Blood pretender to harm Narcissa Anasera Malfoy, nee Black. That, Malfoy, would constitute grounds for an annulment."



"Ahh, Harry did you realize that with an annulment for cause, Narcissa would be able to claim over half of Malfoy's fortune and her original dowry would revert back to the Black accounts." Neville said conversationally.



Hermione speared Draco with a look, she could practically she him trying to figure out the best way to warn his father. "Actually it may be best that Draco doesn't relay that information to his father after all." She reasoned. With a word, Draco found himself the knowledge under lock and key. He knew it but was unable to even retort to the blood traitor or the mudblood.



Draco was intelligent enough to realize that he would be unable to communicate this information to anyone in any manner. He glanced at the dazed and confused expressions on Crabbe and Goyle's faces and knew there would be no help from that quarter. "You are going to regret ever doing-whatever it is you've done to me Mudblood." He said as he turned and exited the compartment.



As soon as he left, Harry, Luna, and Neville looked at her, their eyes bright with curiosity. "What did you do?" Neville asked.



"Remember when Dumbledore spoke of making sure that Grindlewald's prisoner couldn't talk about what he'd seen?" At their nods of agreement she continued, "I simply reverse engineered that. I knew what it did, so once we got the ward issue all straightened out, I used a bit of free time and figured out the proper incantation and wand movements."



"Whoa, I've said it before and I'll say it again…Brilliant but scary. So glad you are on our side." Ron said breaking the stunned silence in the cabin.



"Well it was a good use of my time; Snape is using that rather than obliviation. He feels that it is far more punishing for them to remember magic and all they used to be able to do…but never can again. And now they aren't able to make trouble by talking about magic to the main stream authorities or anyone. Good use of free time, I'd say." Hermione added with a smirk.



Ginny's comment was in no way as complimentary. "Merlin, you have seven lovers…how on earth do you have free time?"



Hermione gave Ginny a hard glare. "Still jealous, I see."



"Why would I be jealous. I've got Neville now. Besides, I'd have never been able to be as accepting of Harry's unnatural inclinations as you." Ginny returned smugly.



"That's because you are stupid." Luna said dreamily. "Just imagining the erotic interactions between Harry and Kingsley, or Sirius and Professor Snape…makes me wish I could be Hermione just for an hour…perhaps two."



"Oi, don't go imagining my best friend in a compromising position…especially since he's…well you know!" Ron chided.



Luna gave Ron a puzzled glance, but whatever she might have asked was cut off as Neville stood and pulled Ginny from the compartment. "Well Ronald, you might want to transfigure something into a pillow for Ginny to sit on when she gets back." She said instead.



"Why?" Harry asked.



"Harry, Hermione and later you were Neville's first friends. His first positive interaction with people his own age at all. So he sincerely dislikes it when Ginny insults you, and especially when she insults Hermione. He will punish her, as is his right as her betrothed. He won't really hurt her…he's much too kind fro that… but he will make sure that she changes her behavior. He doesn't want her to have a negative impact on your friendship with him. So he has begun trying to do what the muggles call behavioral modification to teach her to treat you two with respect."



"So since she insulted us, Neville took her out from some negative reinforcement." Hermione summarized for the boys.



"Yes, exactly."Luna said, her eyes loosing focus again. "It's taking a bit longer than he thought because the wrackspruts are so strong around Ginny."



The betrothed couple returned and the other couples all noticed that Ginny was in fact sitting very gingerly.



The rest of the train ride was uneventful. Harry and Hermione left about an hour before they arrived to help the first years get changed into their robes. They calmed nerves and quickly explained the House system or whatever aspect of Hogwarts life that was making the youngsters uncomfortable.



Before they knew it; they were seated in the Great Hall once more. Each of them were looking around carefully, noting who had been on the train, yet had not appeared at the starting feast. They noted that the hardest hit by far was the Slytherin table. Gone were Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, of course, but also missing were Nott and Tracey Davis, seventh years Montague and Warrington, and fifth year Harper. Ravenclaw was missing six (Including Eddie Carmichael, the Head Boy), and Hufflepuff had lost three while Gryffindor had lost 2 seventh years but neither Harry nor Ron, much less Hermione or Neville, knew much about them.



After the sorting; during which the 62 firsties were divided into the four houses, with Hufflepuff taking the most followed by Gryffindor, with Slytherin getting the fewest; McGonagall made her start of term announcements. "Welcome to the 1996-1997 school year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To our first years, we would like for you to think of this as your home away from home. To wit, your house is like your family. Should you have any problem feel free to speak with any prefect, the Heady boy or Girl and of course the Professors or even myself."



McGonagall went on to introduce the faculty, new and returning; she neatly laid out the rules and punishment system. "One final thing. I have a zero tolerance policy concerning bullying. It will no longer be allowed to occur at Hogwarts; by anyone." She gave the entire student body a long hard look. "The portraits and ghosts are available not only for directions should you get lost, but they can and will get the nearest professor or Prefect should they see any bullying or fighting. Should bullying or fighting result in the injury of a fellow student, point loss or detentions will be the least of your worries. Beyond that, the Forbidden Forest is just that, forbidden. There is a list of Prohibited Items on the caretaker's door. Or you may save yourselves sometime and just read the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes catalog. Now allow me to say Bon Appetité."



With these final words, the tables filled and the feast commenced. All around them, the trio and Neville could hear people discussing the disappearances among the student body. Neville saw Ginny holding court down the table surrounded by her fifth year classmates. She was quite obviously lording over the others her position in the inner sanctum. He gave her a long look and a firm, negative shake of his head. He watched as she sullenly shook her head at her friends, now indicating that she either didn't know or couldn't say anything. She returned his last look with an angry one of her own. Neville returned his attention to the room at large as he finished his meal.



After everyone, except Ron, had eaten far too much; Head Mistress McGonagall stood and spoke to the assembled students again. "Now that we have all enjoyed a wonderful repast, I will address an issue that is clearly on everyone's minds and tongues. You will note a total of 19 missing students. These students are present and accounted for elsewhere. They have been taken into custody for bearing the Dark Mark. Nineteen of your classmates have decided to support the hypocritical rantings of Lord Voldemort, born of a squib and a muggle, Tom Marvolo Riddle, doesn't even qualify as a half blood to the purebloods who follow his dogma. Now 19 pureblood children will lose at the very least their magic because they chose to allow Riddle to brand them like cattle. It is sad that so many of your fellows have given their lives for a lie. It is a lie that PureBloods are superior in any way. I, myself, am a pureblood by their definition, and yet I acknowledge that in the forty years I have taught here, there have been many students that out strip me magically. With only one exception, every one of those students has been a first generation witch or wizard. That one exception is in fact considered a half blood."



"Those pureblood witches and wizards who are magically strongest are from families unconcerned with blood status. Why, you may ask…simply because they have not become as inbred a French poodles, or Dalmatians. Too much inbreeding causes squibs. That is a proven fact. Yet the 'purebloods' would have you believe that they are superior, while they follow a madman that kills them and others who fit their idea of 'pure' as often as he kills muggles or first generation witches. Over the last six years each of you have watched this place of education become a battleground for their dogma versus sanity. While that battle will continue outside these walls, it will no longer be allowed to intrude here." The remaining Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs all cheered. McGonagall let the applause fade away before she continued, "Now onto happier news. Please join me in congratulating Lord Harry Potter and Lady Hermione Granger for their marriage; and Lord Neville Longbottom and Miss Ginny Weasley for their betrothal. Finally let us join together for the singing of the School Song led by Professor Flitwick. After which the Prefects will lead you to your dorms."



Harry PoV



Hermione and I showed the younger students to the Gryffindor dorms, giving them all the pertinent information Percy had neglected to give us our first night at Hogwarts, then adjourned to our suite. It had an entrance in the Gryffindor common room, and well as in Snape's office. We were both surprised to find Professor Snape waiting for us in the living room of the suite that had been allocated for our bond.



I noticed that Snape had already sussed out the lay of the land. The living room was focused towards a huge fireplace that was bracketed by walls of bookshelves. Above the fireplace hung two paintings one framed in silver, the other in gilt. The silver frame contained Phineas Nigellus Black, while the gilt frame held the portrait of a witch of a certain age. She introduced herself as Dilys Derwent. She had served as both the head of St. Mungo's Healers and Headmistress of Hogwarts during her life. Headmaster Black would serve as the 'guardian' over the slytherins, allowing Snape to know when his presence was required in his study. Headmistress Derwent would do the same for Harry and Hermione, allowing them to be effective prefects despite no longer living in the dorms.



Remus had taken over McGonagall's role as Head of Gryffindor, and Flitwick was the new Deputy Headmaster. Snape smiled at us before relaying his message. "The Headmistress has asked that I inform you that you will find an abundance of 'new' books in the library tomorrow. It would seem that Albus removed large quantities of books he either felt were inappropriate, or he didn't want certain students to be able to access." Snape gave me an apologetic look. "It would seem I owe you an even bigger apology than I gave you over the summer. I'd been assured that you'd be able to and had, in fact, checked out the beginning occlumency books from the library. They are how I learned to clear my mind and begin the blocking process. I had no idea that they were pulled by Dumbledore to ensure that our sessions would open your connection with the Dark Lord even further."



"That no good, manipulative, censoring, book stealing, son of a bitch." Hermione yelled. "What gives him the right to decide what information we have access to? Knowledge is power, and he wanted to keep us all powerless."



"It makes a horrible kind of sense. If no one has learned to think for themselves, they are that much easier to lead." I said fiercely. "I remember you, Hermione, mentioning occlumency during fourth year. There isn't a doubt in my mind that you were searching out how to learn it even then. He may have removed them before we even came to Hogwarts, if he knew that those books had been Snape's foundation…he probably removed them then. How could he seem all knowing if everyone knew how to keep him out of their heads?" I asked smugly.



I could see something was niggling at Hermione. She was worrying the word Foundations…saying it over and over again. "That's exactly what he was doing. Think about it, I've talked to McGongall, there hasn't been a truly exceptional class of students since the class of 78. You have exceptional students like Bill and Charlie, but usually they leave the country to be able to actually be innovative. The laws in the UK Wizarding World do a pretty good of making any innovation impossible. Here at Hogwarts, Dumbledore has wittled away at the foundations of thought and innovations in our society. Whereas Snape and Sirius's generation learned the foundations from their parents or grandparents before they got here, or from the competent teachers hired by Dippet for the muggle raised and born…almost all of those figures were killed off in the first war with Voldemort. And worse of all they were pretty much all killed before they finished fully prepping your generation, Professor. All that were left were Dumbledore and the dark families. The dark families' ignorance and fear and hatred forced our society to stagnate even further." Hermione said angrily.



"But why? I understand the how readily enough, you are right all the best teachers here were all hired by Dippet before he retired. I know potions, but I hate children. I have no patience and fear something bad happening as a result of a botched potion so strongly that I am a terror in the class room. So I am including myself when I point out that the teachers hired by Dumbledore are all Horrid. What's truly sad is that Hagrid is the best of a bad lot. But what I don't understand is why do all this…all he has done is turn the magical world more firmly against the muggles and each other." Snape snapped.



"For the Greater Good." I said as I followed Hermione's train of thought.



"Exactly Harry. Dumbledore and Grindlewald were lovers. He said it himself at his trial. 'The planning we did in our bed the summer after we'd graduated." She mimicked Dumbledore pretty well. "They planned the complete separation from the muggle world. They planned the eventual domination of the muggle world. Thy just disagreed on the method, the how! Grindlewald didn't care how many muggles he exterminated. He wanted to rule both worlds. Dumbledore seemed to have wanted to insulate the Magical world to the point of complete isolation. He wanted to rule, but from behind the scenes. And he has actually done a damn good job. He has even managed to keep the Wizarding world stuck during the time period he is most comfortable. The time during which he was young and happiest." Hermione elucidated.



"So now we have to bring them kicking and screaming a hundred and fifty years forward?" I asked, dreading the answer.



"Exactly." She beamed at me. I love the way she smiles at me whenever I get a correct answer. But boy do I wish I had been wrong just this once.



Snape looked back and forth between us. "And why, precisely, does it have to be us?" he asked with great trepidation.



"Because we understand how. Sirius, Ron, any of the Weasleys, any of the purebloods we know, really; will have no clue where to even start. They still mispronounce the most basic parts of muggle life." Hermione answered. "Even if you haven't really been in the muggle world since the seventies, you can at least help with most of the pulling. Harry's already started helping change the way we interact with the Goblins. Getting rid of Umbridge will help with relations with most other sentient species." Hermione's eyes were alight with the possibilities. She always is happiest when she has a long term project. Since we had finished resolving the Dumbledore problem, and were almost done with the Voldemort issue, apparently she needed something else. And as usual she picks something that has to be done, even if no sane person wants to be the one who has to do it.



"You are looking forward to this. The pleasure pinging through the bond is almost orgasmic. Dear Lord." Snape's voice held every bit of confused amazement he felt.



I smiled at him teasingly. "You know that feeling you have right now…just label it 'Mione"; I have."



*********************FORCEFUL SEDUCTION WARNING*****************



Hermione PoV



Soon after Harry's smart alec comment, we were joined by Gred and Forge. I find it very amusing that while Harry has interacted sexually with Kingsley and even a bit with Severus (Mild flirting and teasing from time to time only); he maintained his brother bonds with the twins and of course his father bond with Sirius. Severus has a propensity to be at least mildly sensual with everyone in the bond. Though I think that is because, through the bond, he has become aware of the amazing sensuality of his voice; and he revels in it. Sirius has the tendency to flirt a bit with everyone, and yet his teasing of Harry and the twins has remained completely non-sexual.



Watching four of my men talking, just discussing the logistics of a plan I had thrown out minutes ago was intoxicating. I know that I should be corralling everyone to bed. I know that even with Professor Snape here, I am the reasonable, logical one; and reason and logic states that Morning will be here before we know it. But instead I've decided to listen to the voice in the back of my head reminding me that I feel more rejuvenated after time with my boys. So I call out. I made sure they were still arguing, and used a bit of transfiguration to shorten my uniform skirt a full six inches. I banished my sweater to the bedroom, tightened my shirt and made it much sheerer; putting my Gryffindor red bra on display. "Oh Professor." My voice pitched low and the final syllable a purr. I felt very powerful when not only did Snape's head snap towards me, each of them looked at me, their eyes rapidly filling with lust.



Whether there was something in my eyes or simply an emotion I didn't realize was zinging through the bond, but Severus picked up immediately on my inner most desire. With a word he'd changed the coloring on the boy's uniforms from red and gold to green and silver. "Well now Gentlemen, I believe we have a lioness in the snakes den. Whatever shall we do with her?"



Fred and George moved to book end positions on either side of Harry, who allowed a very Malfoy like smirk to play on his lips. "Whatever we want, sir. Whatever we want." He purred.



I quickly found myself surrounded. Professor Snape was behind me, his long thin fingers working on the buttons of my shirt. Harry was in front of me, kissing me fiercely, roughly, dominating me with ever twist of his tongue. Fred and George were sandwiching me between them. Their pants open and cocks ready; they forced my hands down to touch them. "Mr. Potter, what if the lioness doesn't desire our attention?" Snape was using his vocal sex to perfection, Harry couldn't stop himself from humping forward at the sound, and I knew my knickers were soaked. "Perhaps we should ask her?"



Harry broke the kiss with a pout, only to lower his mouth to my neck. He pulled back and looked at Snape. "Professor, had she not wanted to be played with she should have stayed in the lion's den."



I made my voice as soft and sensual as I knew how "Professor, sir, I'm fairly certain that we should not be doing this." I humped my hips back into the lovely erection I could feel under his robes.



"My dear girl. I believe the only response I can give to that is simply…too bad." He pulled my hair, forcing my head back until he could cover my lips with his own. I could feel Harry pulling my tits out of the cups of my bra and teasing my hard nipples as I was kissed more ferociously than ever before. I couldn't hold back my moan of pleasure. "That's it, you sexy little slut, sing for us." He hissed, and I came.



My knees went weak and so the men surrounding me decided that they would let me sink to them. Soon I was surrounded by bared cocks, not one of them under 18 centimeters, and all throbbing hard. It was heavenly.



I decided to play innocent…this game was arousing me to such a point that I had to see it out. I took Snape's large erection into my mouth, letting it lay on my tongue as though I didn't really know what to do with it. So he decided to teach me. His intense voice making me even hotter. "Oh Miss Granger, that's good... use your tongue run it down that ridge on the underside of my cock... ummm... yes up and down... Cup my balls... Now take my balls into your mouth... That's okay just one at a time." He seemed pleased with how quickly I learned; Snape thrust into my tight throat. "Hum me a tune Vixen...Hum me a tune and lick your tongue out and catch my nuts. Awwww Fuck that's good. Yeah. Now fuck your face with my cock. Soo gooood!"



I felt so good, and yet I wanted more. I wanted them to treat me like three Slytherins and their dark Head of House would treat a female Gryffindor who had wandered unprotected into their territory. They must have picked my need up from the bond, because next thing I knew they were stepping back and Snape's commanding tone broke over my senses once more. "You are a little pain slut aren't you. You want to be used and abused. Fine. Then get up. I think you need to strip for me and my boys."



I stood. The whole room seemed to feel different, as if all the men had realized that I was desperately seeking some pain and now their smiles were crueler and harsher. My panties got soaked just feeling the change in atmosphere; I started to sway to some music only I could hear. My hands roamed over my body. Pinching and pulling at my nipples as they poured out of the cups of my bra. My hands were as cruel as my strength allowed me to be. My hips moved erotically through the air as I slid my fingers from the front of my bra to the back. Unhooking the contraption I removed it gracefully and sent it flying at my Professor.



Sliding my hands over my skin once more I danced, making every man in the room want to hear the song as well. I rolled my head down hiding my face and tits for a beat or more, then flicking my hair back I allowed one hand to slip into my panties. I paused less than a moment, pulling my hand back out and unbuttoning my skirt. It slid down my legs to pool at my feet. I slid my hand back into my panties, watching as my men's eyes flamed. Playing with my clit I shivered seductively as I pinched it with my nails. Soon my fingers were wet with my silky pussy juice. As I played with my swollen, wet pussy, I used her other hand to tweak my nipples. Sitting on a chair, my legs spread wide. I slowly got rid of my stockings as each man concentrated their attention on the hand that was wet with my secretions. I brought it up to my mouth and my tiny pink tongue licked it clean. Standing back up, I turned my back to the group of men and using a full body bend shimmied out of my panties.



Before I could stand properly, Harry stood and thrust his cock home, balls deep into my horny quim. I let out a deep yelp. My pussy was extremely tight around Harry's wonderfully thick dick. Growling in fierce pleasure, Harry allowed me no time to become accustomed to his size. He immediately began pounding away at my pussy. Thrusting and retreating in an almost painfully fast tempo that was a credit only to his pleasure. My tight cunt shuddered around him urging him to fuck me harder. My long legs and transfigured high heels making me the perfect height for fuck this way. The heels caused me to be unsteady, making me more reliant on him; that excited us both.



I gave up on trying to raise my torso. For a few moments my hands were simply being used to help me maintain my balance. But soon the way Harry's heavy ball sack was slamming into my clit with each plunge and made my nipples itch for attention. Without conscious thought, once more my fingers found my hardened nipples. I pinched and pulled at them, turning them red, and swollen. My arousal only climbed with the pain. My cheeks reddened and I bit my lips; trying to keep up the reluctance that was fueling the darker appetites of the men around me.



Finally after suffering the torment of orgasm's edge far too long, I cried out my need for more. They knew through the bond of my need, yet they wanted me to make it ok but saying it. "Please, God Please, someone Oh God, Please I need...I need hurt. Please more. Fuck me harder. Hurt my tits. Someone pay some fucking attention to my gawdamned tits!" I panted. I worried that it would take some of the wind out of the sails of Harry.



But he kept pounding away at my tight little box and smirked. "Shit its gotta be one of ya'll cause my hands are full of some fan-fucking-tastic hips and ass here." He laughed when George moved in front of me.



"Shit, Granger I think you might be my perfect bitch. Hot as hell and Freaky as fuck and a real pain slut. Let's see if I can make you scream." Grabbing my long chestnut hair and plugged my mouth with his 19 centimeter cock. His free hand found one of my nipples and starting at the edge of my areola, he started a series of alternating thumps and pinches all around my nipple. Once he had turned the entire areola almost purple. He began to twist and pull on my nipple. He laughed when he felt tears roll down my face and land on the hot, hard, heavy cock he was sawing in and out of my throat. His laughter turned into a growl of massive arousal as he watched my back roll and pitch in orgasm.



Within moments of feeling me crash into my orgasm. Harry had to follow. His thrusting turned from fast into manic as he painted my pussy walls with a torrent of cum. A roar left his throat involuntarily, and he came with such force, his eyes crossed for a moment. When his pleasure was finished, he dropped my hips like a child done with a plaything. I was still orgasming, and went down in heap that yanked my tits, and hair from George's hands and wrenched his cock from her mouth.



George however was undeterred. The slut needed to be fucked and his dick was primed and ready. Yet he wasn't completely callous. "Fred, lay on the bed. You can have her pussy. It's your turn next, but her ass is mine."



Fred PoV



I knew that despite being the most mischievous of the group, I was the gentlest. I knew that I'd need George's darker nature to make the she devil on the floor actually climax. But honestly, I wanted to watch Snape and Hermione together. "Naw twin of mine, I wanna see the Professor fuck this little whore. She can just blow me."



Snape threw off his clothes, and lay on the rug. His cock was a 22 centimeter tower of flesh, hard and thick. Watching Hermione get power fucked by two young men had turned Snape on to the point of insanity and he was rather grateful for the other young man's decision. Hermione had to be lowered onto her professor's erection, she moaned out "Professor" as George dropped her onto the big, waiting dick. Leaning down she lowered a sore nipple into his mouth for further attention.



George pushed forward on the small of her back forcing her into an erotic arch. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and used his spit to lubricate his first thrust. One long determined slow thrust later and his hard cock was balls deep in her sexy ass. "Gawdamn this Gryff's ass is tight as fuck. Shit Sexy, Gerard and Mathilda do some damn fine work." A litany of pleasure filled, but rather angry curses left George's mouth as he started to fuck her ass.



Snape bit and sucked at Hermione's nipples, switching between the two taunt berries, even as his and George's cocks alternated in driving in and out of her tightened cunt and ass. Hermione was in a state of damned near constant orgasm. When George clutched a handful of her hair and pulled it to bare her throat, latching onto her shoulder in an almost vampiric bite, she let out a keening scream of pleasure and passed out. True to form George and Snape continued to fuck their sex doll, laughing to each other when her semi-conscious body would orgasm anew.



When both men had pumped the rag doll that was Hermione full of their seed, they pulled away and lifted her to the sofa. I stroked her sensitive skin until she came back to full awareness. She gave me a smile and slid off the couch, kneeling before me. She took my dick into her mouth and went to town, working me with her tongue and hands and throat until I thought I would go mad.



Without asking permission in any shape form or fashion, Hermione mounted my cock, it took her several moments but eventually her swollen pink pussy rested against the fiery red curls surrounding the base of my massive cock.



Hermione PoV



My body felt different. I didn't know why but it was fuller than ever before. I had come so hard that my walls were swollen tighter than ever before. Fred leaned forward and took one of my bruised tits into his mouth, and I shivered in an immediate mini-orgasm. Slowly I started rocking back and forth. I concentrated on trying to find an angle that felt good, yet hurt just right. Finally I found it. My pace sped up and I found the perfect pace and rhythm. Fred wasn't idle. His hands were occupied grasping my ass and lifting me up and down helping me fuck myself with his cock. His mouth was busy tormenting, and teasing my nipples.



All too soon we reached the climax of their mating. Fred grabbed my shoulders, holding my down on his cock, forcing the tip against the entrance to my infertile womb. He came hard. His cum shooting out with the intensity of a fire hose. I screamed and buried my mouth against his shoulder.



Apparently I had been so into the playing with my boys present, I didn't see the arrival of Kingsley and Sirius. They had actually come in while I was still twitching on the sofa the first time. All the arousal and orgasms bouncing around the bond had sent the two men into a frenzy…thankfully I was still in the right frame of mind to take that frenzy and all it offered.



As soon as I was able to stand and move away from Fred's lap, Kingsley and Sirius stepped up. They had waited long enough. Pulling me over to the largest couch, Kingsley laid on the long sofa. Despite the protestations of my thighs, I mounted the horny black man, sighing in pleasure as the biggest cock in the room stretched my pussy almost unbearably. Without missing a beat Sirius got behind me and pushed himself into my hot, tight ass. I gasped, only to have it cut off by Harry thrusting his cock into my mouth.



The men above and below me used my body for their own pleasure and I loved every minute. I came and came, and I fucked and blew until Harry came shooting his load all over my pleasure filled face. Sirius pulled himself out of my ass, and yanking my hair, forced his scorgified cock into my mouth, pumping away at my throat until he came with a grunt. Shouting out Kingsley flooded the tight confines of my cunt with his own load.



I remember only snippets after that. They managed to get me showered and in the bed. According to Sirius, my body was rocked by aftershocks the entire time. I awoke the next morning more chipper and perky than I ever had been before. I can honestly say that so far...sixth year really doesn't suck.