The Education of Miss Granger

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. My notebook that had this story in it went missing so I had to rewrite this chapter from memory. But have no fear, it's better then the original. The next chapter is already done, so it'll be up in a few days. The title of this chapter isn't what you think it is. As always, enjoy and review if it strikes you. Also, I noticed alot of errors in the first chapter so I will be reposting it.


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THe Double Potions Lesson


It had been weeks since Hermione had had her encounter with Malfoy in the library. He hadn’t sought her out to fuck again and she was wondering when he would make good on his promise.

It bothered her that she was feeling the way Malfoy told her she’d be feeling. That made him right, and she didn’t like when he was right. He was right about her desire to be stuffed by cock, wanting it, needing it so badly.

It wasn’t just Malfoy’s cock she was craving, either.

She would pass guys in the hallways and wonder how big their dicks were. She would watch the boys in class, wondering how they would feel riding her. She would wonder about the experience of her fellow classmates, daydreaming about how much pussy they had, or hadn’t, gotten.

The worst part was her best friends. She would sit next to Harry and Ron, thoroughly soaked, wondering what it would be like to fuck them together. She would often miss whole conversations with them because she was to busy wishing that they would shut up and pound her and choke her as they traded off on her. They had begun to notice a difference in her, but were too polite to tell her that she was acting oddly.

Potions was always an excruciating experience for her. She sat next to Ron and Harry with Dean and Seamus directly behind her. Neville sat beside her and just in front and off to the left were Malfoy and a devastatingly handsome boy named Blaise Zabini. She was virtually surrounded by cock and always found herself drifting off into a daydream where she had the starring role as seven cocks abused her.

It was during one of these delectable fantasies that the accident occurred. Malfoy had managed to
catch her eye before class and had mouthed “Mudblood slut” at her, causing her panties to instantly soak. Then, the boy that was sitting next to him had turned around and, appraising her, grinned as if he knew how she had laid herself down on the library table and spread herself for his friend. Then Malfoy leaned over and whispered something to him. Both boys looked back at the witch with hungry sneers on their faces and then turned to the front of the class.

She started fantasizing that the two Slytherins were pistoning into her like Harry and Ron always did in these fantasies. Malfoy’s alabaster skin was a sharp contrast to Zabini’s ebony skin as they punished her pussy and ass. They were getting close to filling her up with their come, so close to shooting their thick loads inside her when –

“BOOM!!”

The cauldron she was working on gave off an explosion. Thankfully, the potion hadn’t hit anyone but that didn’t seem to matter. Snape flew into a rage at the accident, assigning her a detention for that night and taking 30 points from Gryffindor. Snape also gave her a knowing look as he berated her, puzzling her.

Malfoy and Zabini laughed at her and went on about their work. She glared at their backs, and then bent down to try and correct the mistake she had made, Harry and Ron looking puzzled by the entire incident.

So that’s how she found herself in the Potions room at eight that night, sitting behind a cauldron and being berated by Snape. He was going on and on about something when he suddenly stopped. A slight ping had sounded throughout the dungeons and he listened for a second. He then sighed, turned to Hermione, and informed that he was being called away on “business”. He was also locking her in the Potions room with a self-timer spell that would open the door at ten to let her out. Without any other acknowledgement, he turned on his heel and walked into his private study, the sound of a fireplace whooshing to life coming from behind the closed door as he Flooed away.

She sighed, looking around the classroom. Well, at least she wouldn’t have any distractions. Looking around one last time, she smiled to see that she was truly alone, and took her robes off. The Potions room was always hot and this was something she wished she could do during class. It felt so good to have the heavy material of her robe off of her, her Hogwarts button down and skirt still in place.
She slowly bent over her table to start the flame under her cauldron when she felt eyes on her back.

She grabbed her wand and swiftly turned around, only to meet an empty classroom. She looked all around her before turning back around and beginning to work again.

Almost immediately she felt something was wrong again but chalked it up to nerves and continued to work, until she felt a hand linger on her ass.

She went to turn around and instead was shoved down on the desk, her ass in the air and pale, familiar alabaster hands holding her wrists firmly in place. She heard a binding charm being muttered and felt her palms stick to the table. The person behind her began to dry hump her body, slamming his erection into her crotch with abandon, not caring that he was knocking her instruments and ingredients onto the floor. She felt his hard, long cock trying to push into her already slickening pussy and she groaned against her better judgment. A particularly hard and nasty thrust was followed with a brutal slap and then it all abruptly stopped, the person still leaning over her.

She felt her skirt being lifted, her sensible white throng exposed to him. “Hmm . . . you did as I asked and shaved that bush that could have been mistaken for your hair. I guess I’ll just have to reward you.” He slowly ran a finger down the seam of her thong, smiling at the wet fabric. She shivered at the way his finger felt, noticing with embarrassment that she was pushing back into his hand. He pulled his finger away from her pussy and slapped her ass, and then walked around to the front of her desk. He smirked at her as she had no other choice but to remain with her ass in the air as she watched him unzip his pants.

“What are you playing at, Malfoy?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hermione licked her lips as he grabbed his cock in his fist and began stroking his shaft. Her throat went dry at watching the erotic sight. His pants had fallen to the ground and he seemed to forget they were there as he threw his head back, gripping at his cock even harder. Then, all over a sudden, hands gripped Hermione’s hips and her ass was slammed back into someone’s groin.

She gasped at the way the mystery man’s hands dug into her flesh, the pain slowly becoming a dull throbbing pleasure. She closed her eyes, trying to figure out who was behind her, only to hear Malfoy groan loudly. She opened her eyes to see him completely naked now, sweat beginning to glisten on his toned torso, the body behind her bucking into hers. She suddenly felt very confused and very much like a whore and tried to throw him off.

“Who the fuck is behind me Malfoy?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, little lion. Merlin, you look so good with him slamming against you like that. I’ve noticed how you’ve looked all day, flushed and begging for it. You’ve probably been thoroughly soaked since Potions today, huh?” Hermione licked her lips as she watched a drop of pre-come ooze from Malfoy’s slit.

“What else would you expect from some Mudblood whore? I’m surprised she didn’t jump on Snape’s cock when she came in here,” Hermione gasped at the voice and, straining to turn around, found her eyes boring into Blaise Zabini’s dark chocolate ones. But that wasn’t all she saw.

He was standing naked behind her, his own cock hard and ready. She gulped when she saw it, noticing that it was larger then Malfoy’s by a few inches and Malfoy was already bordering on eight inches himself. She had no clue when Zabini had gotten naked, but it bothered her that he looked ready to fuck her at any moment.

All that had been separating them was her tiny thong.

“I know he’s impressive, but you’re giving me a complex here.” Hermione’s eyes flew back to where Malfoy was, or at least to where she thought he was. He had moved so that he was almost directly in front of her, just enough to the side that she would have to crane her neck to see him. His cock was at her eye level and she groaned now at how close up he was.

Suddenly, Zabini slapped her ass again, watching the flesh there ripple. He chuckled and looked up at Malfoy, Hermione moaning at the sharp stinging.

“You’re right; she is fun to play with.”

“What, did he take lessons from you or something, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, glaring up at him.

“Perhaps,” he answered, giving a slight nod of his head. Without warning, Zabini slapped her pussy hard, the wet material of her thong sticking to her opening. She arched her back and parted her lips, Malfoy taking advantage of the situation and sticking his cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck yes.” Hermione’s mouth slid over his cock like velvet, Malfoy meeting no opposition as he forced his shaft down her throat. Zabini slapped her pussy again, causing her to groan around the flesh in her mouth. Spit was beginning to dribble out of her mouth now, coating the table below her.

Zabini’s ebony hands slowly crept around to her shirt and began to unbutton it. He pushed it off her shoulders and over her head, allowing the material to pool around her still bound hands. He then unclasped her bra, which joined her shirt in the pool of fabric now hiding her hands. She was effectively drooling on her clothing now as Malfoy repeatedly slammed his cock into her mouth, Zabini’s hands cupping her breasts, his fingers flicking her nipples.

She moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. She felt Zabini pull off her thong and, with no warning, slammed his cock to the hilt inside her.

She tore her mouth off Malfoy’s dick, screaming at the pain of being filled by Zabini. He didn’t give her a moment to adjust to him, though, and just started ruthlessly pounding into her. She leaned her head on the table, her arms having long gown numb by this point. The sound of Zabini’s flesh slapping against her ass filled the room, his hands bruising and pinching at her nipples.

Suddenly, she felt Malfoy’s prick hit her in the face. She looked up into his eyes, only to see them blazing with lust and anger. He hit her again with it, and she groaned at the rough treatment.

“I believe you were in the middle of something, slut?” Obediently, she opened her mouth to only have him shove his cock to the back of her throat, almost gagging her completely. Malfoy grabbed her hair and started thrusting hard into her throat, his thrusts matching those of his friend.

She then felt something strange. Zabini had pushed the pad of his thumb into her puckered hole. It felt hard and painful, yet extremely pleasurable at the same time. She arched back into his thumb when he started to push more of it inside of her, the two boys grinning at each other over her body. They each gave her a few more rough thrusts before pulling out at the same time. She collapsed against the table, her legs giving out and her arms no longer hold her up. Malfoy sneered as he released her binding spell, chuckling as she slid to the floor.

“Funny how the whores always get into position without you asking them,” Malfoy commented, appreciatively looking at her swollen cunt.

“Yeah, she’s almost as good as Parkinson.”

“Maybe we should give her the Special Slytherin Treatment.”

“Parkinson enjoyed it. She’s a slut, so I’m sure this cunt will like it just as much.” The two boys continued to stare at Hermione as she just panted on the floor, not really paying attention to their conversation.

“I call her ass. I want to know that I was the one who took every part of her virginity away from her,” Malfoy said, looking at Zabini.

“Fine. I like her cunt,” he agreed. It was then that their conversation seemed to play back in her head and she groaned, wondering what she had gotten into.

“Wait… what are you two planning on doing?” Malfoy rolled his eyes at her question.

“Surely you cannot be asking that question.” He looked at Zabini, who had gotten down on the floor on his back, his long, thick cock standing straight out. “Surely she did not ask that question.”

Zabini gave a half shrug, his hands behind his head. “Maybe we should show her.” Hermione looked back and forth from the two boys, wondering what they meant, when Malfoy sighed and grabbed her arms, pushing her down until she straddled Zabini, her core resting just against him. She gasped in shock as Zabini grabbed her wrists, holding them with one hand. With his free hand he moved his dick until the tip was at her entrance. With an evil grin, and a quick gasp from Hermione, he drew her hips up and plunged himself into her.

It felt almost exactly like before, except now he was rubbing against a different part of her body, driving her harder and quicker against him. He let go of her wrists, allowing her to raise herself up on her hands. She drove her hips back into his thrusts, meeting him at every measure. The sound of their slapping flesh was loud, but it wasn’t loud enough for her to miss Malfoy’s murmured words and the snapping of his fingers.

She looked over her shoulders to see a jar whizzing into his hand. She gasped when she realized that the only thing it could possibly be was lubricant. He smirked at her and then bent down by her ass, Zabini still pounding into her.

“Mate, you’re going to have to slow down for a second here.” Zabini instantly complied, slowly his thrusts down but still delivering sharp, painful stabs inside of her. Hermione’s eyes widened as Malfoy took out his wand and very slowly inserted just the tip into her anus. She shuddered at the foreign feeling of having something going inside of her back there, and then shrieked as she felt herself be Scourgified.

“Damn it, Malfoy, that fucking stings.”

“It won’t be the only thing that’ll sting sweetheart,” All of a sudden, a cooling sensation overwhelmed her as she felt her insides become lubricated. She was wondering what Malfoy needed the actual lubricant for when she saw him untwist the lid and then scoop some of the gel out. Zabini had almost completely slowed by this time, showing more patience then Hermione thought any man possessed. She watched Malfoy spread the lubricant over himself, smirking all the while that he did so. Then, he was out of her line of vision as he knelt behind her. Zabini grabbed her chin and dragged her eyes back to his ebony ones.

“Trust us. This won’t hurt us at all.” It was sharp and sudden, the feeling that Hermione’s backside was being ripped open. She screamed in pain and tried clenching down, but Malfoy just slapped her ass.

“It’ll only hurt worse if you do that.” She gritted her teeth and tried not to clench down around him. He pushed harder into her, relishing in the fact that her ass was tighter then anything he had ever fucked before. She whimpered under him, closing her eyes tightly and grabbing onto Zabini’s shoulder’s, her knuckles turning white. Finally, Malfoy was all the way inside and she groaned at the feeling of being so full, Malfoy behind her and Zabini under her.

Zabini started to jackhammer her again as Malfoy stayed perfectly still, actually allowing her to loosen up around him. She began to slightly roll her hips against Zabini, which caused Malfoy to move ever so slightly inside her. He hissed at the movement, grabbing her hips to steady himself. He slowly began to push back against her, waiting for her to become a little more accustomed to his size before he did anything drastic.

“Oh, Gods, she feels so good, Draco.” Zabini breathed under them, reaching a hand down to twist and pull at her clit. Her muscles relaxed when he did this, allowing Malfoy the freedom he craved. He started fucking her ass like Zabini was fucking her pussy, the two boys starting to develop a rhythm. One would pull out, the other would push in, and this continued for a while before they started shoving into her in tandem.

Hermione threw her head, beginning to pick up the pace with them, Malfoy grabbing onto her hair when it brushed back into his face. He rode her hard, his cock beginning to twitch inside her tight ass. She felt him twitching and squeezed her ass, knowing from earlier that that made her tighter around him. He groaned, biting down on her shoulder.

“I want to drench her, Draco.”

Malfoy lifted his eyes up to look at Zabini’s and knew what he meant. He pumped himself into her ass a few more times and then pulled out abruptly, rolling Hermione off of Zabini as he did so. Hermione looked at them as Malfoy helped Zabini to his feet, both their dicks glistening with some sort of lubrication. She zeroed in on the way their cocks looked as their stroked them, flicking her finger over her clit.

“Play with your tits,” Malfoy commanded, his breath growing shallow as his orgasm began to build up inside him. She grabbed at her nipple and pulled, twisting it between her fingers. Suddenly, her back arched off the floor and she came, a small pool of come forming under her. Zabini hissed as he watched her, his own orgasm being triggered by the young witch withering on the floor and coming all over her. Malfoy continued to stroke himself off until, almost a minute later; he came as well, his come splattering all over Hermione’s body, mixing with his friend’s seed.

The two boys stood over her, watching her as she tried to come down. It was almost like she didn’t even notice she was covered in their juices. Then, much to the Slytherins’ surprise, she scoped up some of their fluid and sucked it down her mouth, closing her eyes and savoring the taste.

There was the sound of movement and Hermione opened her eyes to see the two wizards putting their clothes back on. Malfoy grinned evilly at her as he took her underwear, balling up her bra and thong and shoving them in his cloak pocket.

“Have fun with that potion,” he said maliciously, as he and Zabini began to leave. “Snape should be back soon, so try to clean yourself off somehow. His nose is really adept at sniffing things out as well, so you might want to somehow take care of . . . that,” he said, offhandedly waving at her and the mess they had made of her. “Until next time, Mudblood.”

“See you around, slut,” Zabini threw in his two cents as they walked out the door, laughing at their conquest who remained naked on the cold stone of the dungeon classroom.


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