Soft Obsidian's Pleasure.

Hermione could feel her heart pounding as the boys led her to the Shrieking Shack. Temporary insanity seemed to have gripped her as well. She could not justify what she said to them, except she needed to stop them from doing something that would get them expelled and more then likely sent to Azkaban. Hermione felt tears form in her eyes at the thought of what they intended for her, and she could only hope that they would be gentle with her.


Harry unlocked the door to the Shack with a determined look. The rage he felt at Pansy and Hermione right now was unbelievable. Hermione was protecting a damn Slytherin who hated her. She was such a fool, pathetic. This is why the light always lost to Voldemort. They could never summon the courage to do what was necessary. Hermione had to learn that sacrifices have to be made to survive sometimes. She could not be a part of their Trio, without that knowledge.

Harry felt a raging erection at the thought of finally being able to include Hermione in their plans for everybody. They would all pay for setting him up as a sacrificial lamb for Voldemort. Not anymore. Ron had wanted to protect Hermione from finding out, but what’s done is done now.

Harry pushed Hermione through the door hard and she stumbled slightly. Her wide eyes grew fearful at his roughness and Ron gave him a smirk.

“It’s not too late to chicken out, Hermione,” whispered Ron and he followed her into the empty, dusty room. Harry locked and silenced the door behind them.

Hermione trembled at the thought of what they would do without her there. She shook her head fiercely at Ron’s taunting.

“Mione, your still a virgin, aren’t you?” muttered Harry, turning to look at her with a dark, knowing smile. Harry rubbed his crotch slightly, staring hard at her breasts.

“Yes…”-stammered Hermione, her gaze darting to both of the boys nervously.

Ron gave a look to Harry and he pulled him aside with a whisper. “Please mate… I have been waiting for this for a long time.”

“Of course Ron,” replied Harry with a genuine smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Hermione backed slowly into the wall, watching the boys discussing who would use her first and she felt a thrill of excitement, coupled with a sickening shame. Was this the way she had always dreamed of losing her virginity?

Ron turned to smile at her, his dimples popping out and he walked towards her. His mouth descended on to her own, with a warm rush of heat. His tongue slipped into her mouth and touched her own. Hermione gasped as she could feel Harry step to the side of her, his fingers running up under her sweater.

When she gasped, Ron groaned and his tongue began to surge into her hot, wet mouth with a passion. Hermione dazed by the assault on her mouth and breasts, moaned.

Harry moved to stand behind her, his arousal pressed up against her buttocks, sandwiched her between Ron and himself, his agile fingers pulled off her sweater, with ease, letting it fall to the ground.

His hands cupped her full, luscious breasts. The nipples pebbled from the contrast of the cold air and Harry’s hands. His thumbs stroked the hard points through the thin material of her bra, tugging on them insistently.

“Fuck, Mione, you are making me so hard,” whispered Harry as he licked the shell of her ear.

Harry’s soft words sent a shaft of pleasure between her legs and she felt a strange wetness there. Her eyes glazed with lust from Harry’s hands and she moaned uncertainly.

“…Oh, Harry…”

“Oh… Harry? What about me, you whore.” Ron leapt back from her, with a jealous rage echoing behind his eyes. “Hold off a bit mate, I want her remember me doing this to her.”

Harry rubbed his cock through his pants and nodded.

Ron’s hands unbuttoned her jeans, and she stepped out of them shivering and he plunged his fingers through the waist of her panties, until he reached her wet curls.

“I knew you were hot for him. Well, sorry luv, you only get me for now,” hissed Ron and he pushed her on her knees.

“But Ron you were kissing me, it was arousing me to kiss you!” cried Hermione, as she watched him unbuckles his jeans, and shed them.

A nicely sized cock, thick in girth sprung up at her face, from a thatch of dark red curls.

“Now, I want you to kiss me, instead,” murmured Ron.

Hermione tried to rise up and Ron shook his head. “No… here. Oh, and take off your bra.”

He pumped his cock and thrust it towards her lips. Hermione felt tears coming to her eyes at his crude behavior. Hermione reached up and snapped the bra off, and her plump, beautiful breasts bounced out against her ribcage.

Harry sucked in his breath and Ron felt his cock jump at the sight of her healthy tits.

“Jeez…I could suckle those all bloody day, mate,” murmured Ron, staring at them.

“Please Ron, I want you to touch me, kiss me, just make love to me,” she whispered desperately.

“Oh I will touch you, kiss you, but love has nothing to do with it. Your going to be a good little whore for us, wont you Mudblood.” Ron hissed the hate-filled words.

Hermione reeled back in shock, her mouth dropped open and Ron shoved his cock into her mouth with a groan.

“Oh Gods yes, you sweet little bitch,” groaned Ron as he tilted his head back with each full thrust.

Ron grabbed the curly length of her hair and bobbed her head up and down on his length, gagging her as he fucked her mouth, slowly and intently.

After a while, Hermione’s jaw began to ache from taking the width of him and she choked falling to her hands and knees, panting. “Please Ron.”

“Please, Master,” grunted Ron, as he stared down at Hermione on all fours in front of him.

He hissed, watching the swell of her breasts as they swayed from her harsh breathing. Her mouth was swollen from his cock and he felt so in control of her. He finally had the infuriating know-it-all exactly where she belonged.

“Master…” Hermione repeated with a hoarse voice.

Her mouth felt raw from Ron’s ministrations and she swallowed hard, tasting him deep in the back of her throat.

His cruelty was causing a thrill to run between her legs. She felt helpless in front of the boys, Harry was stroking his cock now, watching the scene play out, but she knew she was exposed to his view and it humiliated her deeply.

Ron smiled and Hermione’s heart turned over at the gentleness of it.

“You are doing well, my little Mudblood slave. Very good. Now, show me your pussy,” commanded Ron.

Hermione turned around so she was facing Harry and her ass was towards Ron. She trembled as she felt thick fingers slid through her folds, teasingly. Ron laughed as he felt her sopping wet.

“You’re a good little whore; you do get aroused by this,” muttered Ron.

Hermione shuddered and her breasts tightened painfully, until her nipples were jutting out.

“She enjoys dirty talk obviously,” chuckled Harry, his eyes intensely trained on her face.

He sneered as Ron, positioned his cock at the entrance to her slick folds.

Ron grinned cheekily at Harry, and he gripped Hermione’s hair painfully. “Say you’re a Mudblood whore,” Ron whispered meanly.

Hermione shuddered and Ron tightened the hold on her hair, facing her shamed face up, so Harry could see it, her breasts jutting out temptingly.

“Say it…” Ron hissed.

Hermione felt tears spill down her cheeks from the raw emotions she was experiencing, she bucked under the hold, she felt Ron’s cock begin to slide into her, and she tensed, but she could feel a sick excitement building between her legs.

“I’m a Mudblood Whore,” she whispered brokenly.

Ron howled in laughter at her words, and he shoved inside her, wet sopping folds. Hermione screamed from the intrusive burning as he broke through her hymen.

“Gods, she is so fucking tight and wet,” groaned Ron as he tried to squeeze into her further.

Harry gasped as he watched, steadily pumping his own cock.

“Open up for me, Mione. This is Ron remember? You trust me don’t you? The good, cocking sucking, mudblood that you are,” grunted Ron as he slid his cock in further.

Hermione began to cry, as her legs quivered from the tension of pushing him out and finally she relaxed her muscles and Ron slid all the way in.

“It hurts Ron, please....” whispered Hermione, tears leaking off her face.

Ron reached around and grabbed her breasts, tugging on her nipples with his fingers.

“Then just feel beyond the pain. That is what we do. You want to be a part of us, love. Work past it.” His words tickled into her ear, as her nipples were pinched and rubbed.

Hermione slowly arched as he began to thrust harder and harder, the pain began to change into something else, just as he predicted.

The pain became an ache, a need that superseded escaping from him. This was Ron, after all. She let out a small moan at the friction his balls were making as they slapped against her pussy. The length stretching her out, making her need rise, ache for more.

Hermione’s eyes glazed over from the continual pummeling of Ron’s cock and she let herself feel the torture of his fingers against her nipples, plucking and grazing them as he surged repeatedly.

“That’s it, your loosening up to me, good little Mione. You know how to fuck a wizard well. Your hot, sweet little hole is just begging, nursing my cock for its own pleasure. Good girl.” Ron’s words soothed her, as he began to press her face down to the floor.

He cupped her buttocks spreading them wide as he drove into her, staring down at her hot pink slit, as his cock disappeared inside her. His thumb rubbed over her anus and teasingly thrust inside it.

Hermione cried out and bucked, squeezing his cock and it sent her over. Suddenly Ron felt a burst of wetness surround his cock and he gasped.

“You are going to make me cum, Mione, oh Gods!” screamed Ron.

He quickly bucked up into her, his rough hands grabbing her shoulders and holding her down as he pushed inside, striking her cervix as he bent her body backwards, his cum flooding her womb deeply, cum spurting out of her slick folds.

Harry saw the sudden movement, and he looked at Hermione’s face as Ron came inside her, and seeing the wetness leaking down her legs as she shuddered and sent Harry over.

Harry rushed to her side, pumping excitedly, he grabbed Hermione’s head and shoved her mouth on his cock. She swallowed him and he exploded inside her mouth, she began to choke and jerk in shock.

Hermione had never felt so full, stuffed between her legs and her mouth was full of cock. Tears burned as they spilled from her eyes, she realized she had liked it. Her face flamed and Harry pulled out of her.

Harry stared down at her with lustfully, green eyes and he smiled.

“Don’t you dare spit it out; swallow it like a good girl? You are a good girl, aren’t you Mione? You’re our good girl, remember that.”

The words sounded gently menacing and Hermione swallowed the liquid in her mouth.

Ron gradually stopped jerking and he finally pulled out of her. Hermione collapsed without him holding her up and she fell to the ground in a heap of exhaustion.

Ron blinked as though he only just realized what he did to her.

“I didn’t want to kill her!” cried Ron and he stared down at his cock, wet with blood. “Harry… Do something.”

“Its okay, it’s normal for her to bleed. Virgins always bleed,” replied Harry, and he buttoned up his pants, and crouched down to look at Hermione tenderly.

“She is ours now, Ron. I saw it on her face. We made the right choice, with her.”

“I love her, Harry,” whispered Ron fiercely. Ron flicked his wand and scourgified her body, gently redressing her.

Hermione opened her eyes and sighed, she looked at Ron and Harry, turning over with exhaustion. “I love you too Ronald,” she whispered with a small timid smile on her features. “You too, Harry.”

The boys stared at her with wonder in their eyes.

“I don’t really think you are a Mudblood, Hermione,” replied Ron, shamefaced.

“I know, you both have urges. Psychologically, given everything we have been through, its logical. I just do not want you boys to get in trouble, ever. Come to me. I am your best friend. I will do whatever I can to help you.” Hermione pushed herself up to a sitting position and wiped her tears of relief from her face.

“Besides, it wasn’t bad,” reassured Hermione, as she stood gingerly.

“You are so beautiful, Ron.” Hermione’s hand rose up to touch his silky, red hair and her fingers closed around a lock, tenderly.

“Does this mean we are going out now?” questioned Hermione, with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Um, you want too?” whispered Ron, staring into her eyes with a look of shock.

“Yes, I have always wanted too, Ron," sighed Hermione, and she pressed a kiss to his mouth.

Ron began to kiss her back and then made a face.

“I think, I just tasted Harry.” Ron grimaced.

Hermione and Harry both began to laugh.

The tense moment passed and the Golden Trio made their way back to Hogsmeade.


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Another laugh echoed from behind the door, where Malfoy stared down at the cum dripping off the end of his cock.

That had been one of the hottest fucking things he had ever seen in his life. Hermione Granger, decrying she was a Mudblood Whore while she serviced those two numbskulls would forever be etched in his mind.

He had never thought much of the filthy, little mudblood before, but now, he knew he had to fuck her himself.

She had given him the perfect way to ensure it happened. After all she had said it herself. She would do anything to protect those two idiots.

That included fucking him and all his friends, if Draco Malfoy deemed it.

The little Mudblood was in for the buggering of her life.

Draco couldn’t wait.






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