The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence, course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.

Hermione sat in a stall in the girl’s lavatory. She felt relatively safe there, sure no one would come in and find her crying. No one ever came in this particular loo after all. Not when Moaning Myrtle usually screamed at them to get out. But the ghost wasn’t screaming at the moment. Instead, she was giggling and laughing. Apparently she liked to have company that was as miserable as she usually was.

Thoughts whirled in her head. Malfoy’s words from class had affected her more than she cared to admit, but not in the way they should have. She should be feeling desperately angry at the boy, disgusted at what he had done, intense hatred. Instead, she was just a touch aroused. Malfoy’s words hadn’t made her run from the classroom upset and humiliated, but because her body responded to the taunts in a most unusual way. Hermione had dashed from Potions class in embarrassment. She needed time to ponder the peculiar feelings she was having.

The feelings frightened her. What did it mean that her body grew hot thinking about Malfoy and the others seeing her naked and helpless? While it was happening, Hermione had been terrified. Those three evil boys attacked her and abused her for their own enjoyment. What they didn’t realize was that she had started to enjoy it too. The stares, the lustful looks from Malfoy had almost made her heart stop. She had watched his eyes while he made her touch herself. She saw his face become flush with his own excitement and it was evident how excited he had become. Hermione had looked him over and saw the growing bulge in his pants as his Hogwart’s robes flowed around him. Seeing that and the effect that she was having on him made her want them to continue. Yet she was so relieved when Ron and Harry had shown up. Seeing them fight for her honour sent different emotions and feelings surging through her body.

Hermione felt the tingling begin again between her legs. Just thinking of all five boys seeing her suspended in the air, forced to do such lewd things was making her rather warm. The cold tears of embarrassment had stopped and were now replaced by the heated wetness of desire. Hermione hiked up her skirt and slid her hand between her legs. She moved her fingers over her knickers and felt the warm wetness through them. She sighed at the touch.

Moaning Myrtle heard the sigh. It wasn’t a depressed noise and that made the ghost cranky. “Hermione?” Myrtle said petulantly. “Did you stop crying?” Pouting, the ghost floated towards the stall where the young witch was hidden. Myrtle stopped when a small gasp came from within the stall. “Hermione?” she called again.

“Please Myrtle,” Hermione said breathlessly. “Leave me be.”

A smile swam over the ghost’s features. “Still want to be alone dear?” Moaning Myrtle smiled gleefully and zoomed through the stall door and came face to face with Hermione. Myrtle gasped in shock at the sight before her. Hermione was sitting on the loo with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her white cotton knickers around her ankles and her knees spread wide. Hermione was sliding her fingers over her slit furiously. Head thrown back and sighing softly as she dipped a finger inside herself, Hermione opened her eyes and saw the ghost staring at her. Beyond caring, Hermione continued pleasuring herself. Her soft moans filled the chamber and bounced off the walls. Myrtle watched intently as Hermione slid a second finger into her moist hole and pumped her fingers in and out. A pink tongue flicked out and wet her dry lips as another moan escaped her tiny mouth. “Mmmmm, it feels so good Myrtle. Don’t you wish you could do this too?” Hermione gasped. The sight transfixed the ghost and when Hermione cried out her release the ghost shimmered slightly in response. Myrtle continued to stare as Hermione brought her fingers to her mouth and licked and sucked at her own juices. Large brown eyes locked with ethereal ones and Hermione smiled. “Did you enjoy that show?”

Moaning Myrtle sailed backwards moving through the closed door. “I’m going to tell,” the ghost taunted. “Won’t the be fun? You’ll enjoy that too won’t you Hermione?”

Hermione flung open the door to the stall trying to yank up her panties. A little afraid of what would happen if the ghost did tell, Hermione could only imagine the taunts the other students would have in store for her. It was bad enough Malfoy had last nights events hanging over her head, the young witch didn’t want to think what would be said if everyone found out that she had just pleasured herself in the girl’s lavatory while a ghost watched.

“Wait!” Hermione cried.

Moaning Myrtle stopped halfway through the wall, her feet still sticking into the washroom. Slowly she turned and faced the young witch. A sly smile etched the ghost’s face and seeing it made Hermione angry. She had seen such cruelty and viciousness enough lately. Hermione glared at the ghost her mind a whirl. “Fine, go Myrtle. See if I care.”

Moaning Myrtle was shocked. That was the last thing she expected to hear. She was certain the young girl would try to plead her to stay and not to tell anyone. Eyeing Hermione suspiciously, Myrtle floated closer to the floor. When the two girls were eye to eye, Myrtle said, “You want me to tell?

“Well of course I would prefer you didn’t, but I can’t very well stop you now can I. However, if you do tell, I can promise you one thing. I will never set foot in this washroom again. Then no one will ever come in. But that’s what you want isn’t it? You want to be left alone. No one to bother you.” Myrtle was silent. Hermione saw the ghost’s eyes begin to well up then and she knew that in a moment Myrtle would start moaning again. “I’ll tell you what Myrtle. You don’t tell anyone about this, keep it our little secret, I will come back. I might even do what I just did.” The ghost snorted, not caring for that idea overly. “And if you’re a really good friend, I just might be able to convince someone to join me.”

Myrtle gasped sharply and Hermione knew the ghost wouldn’t tell anyone. “Whom would you get to come in here?” she asked cautiously. “Might it be Harry Potter?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe Myrtle. I would have to ask him first. But if you tell, it will never happen. I’m one of his best friends. If you hurt me he won’t ever want to be your friend.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Myrtle squealed. “I won’t tell a soul. I promise.” Moaning Myrtle giggled in delight and flew straight into her toilet causing it to overflow as she vanished from sight.

Hermione sighed in relief. The last thing she needed was for the whole of Hogwart’s to know what she did in the girl’s washroom today. Now all she had to do was convince Harry, or someone to come in with her and…. Hermione blushed at the thought. Would Harry or Ron try something like this with her? Did she want to do this with either of them? The two boys were her best friends. It would be a risk to change that by bringing another element into the mix. Sure, Harry had been interested in Cho Chang. Hermione had even gone out with Victor Krum two years before. That was different though. It was outside their trio. It would change everything between the three of them. Was it worth the risk? Hermione was beginning to think it was. They were growing up and sex, in all its forms was a part of that. The question was who to choose. Harry was so sweet and kind. He cared so much about her. Hermione knew that Harry would be gentle and considerate. Not that Ron wouldn’t be, but he was a bit more aggressive. A bit more headstrong. He was also jealous of Victor and any other guy who looked at Hermione. It was obvious that he liked her, even if he denied it, which he would.

If she chose Harry over Ron, chances are Ron would be crushed. It seemed he was a bit envious of Harry to begin with. Harry seemed to have it all, which by Ron’s definition meant fame and fortune. And lots of luck. Harry could break all the rules and not only get away with it, but also come out on top. He broke the rule of flying the first year at Hogwart’s and was made seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He had even managed to get into the Tri Wizard Tournament and win. It would escape Ron that Harry faced more hardships than any other person alive, of course. It was only a twist of fate that allowed Harry to stay sane as well as alive.

How would Harry react if she chose Ron though? Would he be hurt or happy for them? Betrayed or overjoyed? Hermione didn’t know, and she was afraid to find out.

Hermione, for the first time ever, skived off the rest her classes that day. It wasn’t that she was ill or injured. She wasn’t even embarrassed or humiliated by the earlier taunts from the Slytherins. She spent the day in her dorm room thinking. It was as if her body had finally woken up after so long asleep and now it was ready. The only problem was, ready for what? Hermione planned to figure that out. Lying on her bed, the drapes drawn around her, Hermione looked up at the canopy of the four poster bed. She tried to recall every detail from last night. The way she felt when Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle attacked her. What it felt like for her clothes to begin to vanish. The air on her skin. She wanted to remember the sounds in the corridor as she levitated into the air, the magic swirling around her. It was difficult to remember the specific details. It had happened so fast. She remembered how scared she was, how evil and cruel Malfoy had seemed, even how brave and noble her two best friends were whilst rescuing her. The worry and concern on their faces was something the young witch would not soon forget. She had even seen, underneath all that, the love Harry and Ron had for her. Brotherly love she imagined, but how many brothers let their eyes roam as much as those two did last night?

Hermione was getting hot and excited thinking about her two best friends. She slid her hand over her belly, creeping lower when the curtain of her bed was pulled aside and Lavender Brown poked her head in. Hermione sat up quickly, her face blushing at almost being caught.

“There you are Hermione,” Lavender said redundantly. “Harry and Ron are driving everyone crazy looking for you.”

Hermione sighed. She didn’t want to answer a bunch of questions right now. Not when she didn’t have all the answers. “Lavender, would you tell them I’m fine. Just really tired. I need to get some sleep.”

“Oh, alright,” the other girl said and with a backward glance at Hermione, went back downstairs.

Hermione ran down the corridors of Hogwarts, her heart beating wildly. Shouts and laughter chased her through the dark. She looked behind her, didn’t see anything, but the laughter was getting closer. As she turned back around she crashed into something and went sprawling to the ground. She looked up into the ugly face of Goyle. From behind her Crabbe emerged and then out of a classroom to her right was Malfoy.

“You can’t run my little mudblood,” Malfoy said. “We will get you no matter where you go.”

Malfoy pulled his wand from the depths of his robe and pointed it at her. Magic lanced out of the wand and it’s glowing tendrils swirled around her body. Hermione was no longer in control of her body and she felt herself stand before the three teens. Crabbe and Goyle pulled their wands out and pointed them at Hermione also. Suddenly she was completely naked. The boys laughed and jeered. Malfoy ran his hand over her back and slapped her ass, hard.

Bright flashes erupted from the darkness and Harry and Ron emerged from the gloom. Malfoy hissed and sent a curse flying at the two Gryffindors. Ron deflected the spell with ease where it hit a marble statue shattering it to bits. Harry sent his own curse flying at Crabbe and Goyle. They disappeared in a wisp of smoke. Malfoy sneered and stepped back into the shadows melting away.

Hermione fell into Harry’s arms as he and Ron approached her. He held her tight and stroked her hair, her head resting on his shoulder. The smooth lines of his body felt good against her and Hermione clung to her friend. Ron grabbed her arm and hauled her into his strong arms. Hermione started at the sudden pull from Harry’s embrace but found that Ron was just as pleasant to hug. Ron, being taller than Harry, pulled Hermione to his chest where she laid her head against his heart and listened to it’s strong beat. His callused hands slid down her bareback and grabbed her arse in two great handfuls of flesh. She let out a squeak at the touch, not expecting it. Ron squeezed painfully and hauled her off her feet into his embrace. Hermione wrapped her arms tight around his neck trying to take the pressure from Ron’s hands and relieve her butt of his vice like grip. He pushed her up against the wall and bent his head down and kissed her roughly. Biting back a protest, the young girl tried to push her friend away, but he proved too strong for her. Hermione looked for Harry and he smiled at her as Ron moved down to kiss and bite her neck. She felt the pressure on her delicate skin and knew there would be a purple welt when Ron was done with her. Her pleading eyes finally brought Harry to her aid. He put his hand on Ron’s shoulder and pushed him away from the girl. She sank to the floor, thankful to be on her feet once again.

Harry stepped up to her and bent down and took her left breast into his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple. Hermione moaned at the touch but then Harry bit down and she cried out in pain. She looked at him in confusion. The smile on his face was one of boyish innocence but the light in his eyes was anything but innocent. They gleamed like emeralds and Hermione knew what he meant to do. What both boys meant to do. They hadn’t saved her from Malfoy, but took her from the Slytherin. Hermione was now theirs and they meant to enjoy their prize before them.

Both Harry and Ron were now naked and Hermione didn’t know how that happened. She stared at their bodies, not really seeing anything but the gleaming skin and slick muscles. Jutting out between their legs weren’t what one normally saw. Instead, snakes slithered and hissed, forked tongues darting in and out as they got ever closer. Hermione felt one of the boys grab her legs and force them apart. She watched, her eyes wide with fear as the snakes moved closer to her. As she felt something press itself between her legs she let out a small shriek.

And woke up.

Panting, Hermione sat up in bed and felt Crookshanks on her hips. The cat turned its head at her and began purring lightly. She smiled and scratched the cat behind its ears. Crookshanks pushed his head into her fingers and relished the touch. Glancing around her bed, Hermione saw that the dream had wreaked a bit of havoc on her bed sheets. They were all twisted up where she had been writhing and squirming. Since she had fallen asleep in her school uniform, it too was a bit dishevelled. Her skirt was high on her hips and her blouse was missing a few buttons. It looked like she would be sewing her shirt instead of more hats and scarves for the house elves tomorrow.

Hermione looked at her bedside clock and it flashed, “go back to bed” in its red glow. She rolled her eyes and looked at her wristwatch her parents gave her. It was three o’clock in the morning. Much too early to get up. Still, the dream made her nervous. What could it mean? Hermione knew Harry and Ron would never do anything to hurt her. Then why did they in the dream? She sighed in frustration. Dreams didn’t have to make sense. They were just a manifestation of the subconscious mind, which was usually all jumbled up anyway. Her thoughts briefly went to Divination class and the dream interpreting her friends had to endure. Maybe if she were a part of that class she would be able to understand her dreams better. With a violent shake of her head, she dismissed that notion quickly. The teacher was a wacko and the class was utterly useless. Hermione frowned. It galled her that she had been bested by a course. Never, never had she ever failed something she put her mind to before. Then there was Divination. Of course that couldn’t be considered a real subject. There were no books! How were you supposed to learn anything without books? Looking at dry leaves and a murky crystal ball indeed! What a bunch of foolishness.

Still, it would be nice to know what her dreams actually meant. “Maybe I should talk to Harry and Ron about this,” she mused quietly. Hermione scrunched up her nose at that idea. “They’re both too close to this. They had starring roles after all.” Ron would be hysterical about being cast in the same light as Malfoy. Harry would be upset that she would even think such a thing about him and Ron. It wouldn’t matter it was only a dream. It was still what Hermione was thinking about them in her mind.

Hermione climbed from her bed and changed into her pyjamas, a red and gold nightgown that buttoned up the front and softly billowed about her knees. The top and bottom two buttons were left undone. She climbed back into bed pulling the covers up to her chin and settled on her fluffy pillow. Crookshanks padded over the bed and curled himself around her head becoming practically a nightcap for the young witch. She reached up and scratched his head for a moment before curling herself into a ball and closing her eyes. She could feel the cat’s purrs rumbling from his belly and it soothed her back to sleep.

All too soon did the morning arrive. Parvati and Lavender were bustling around the dorm and the noise brought Hermione out of her slumber. She stretched and sighed as her back cracked audibly. Crookshanks stood and stretched also. The cat jumped down from the bed and disappeared downstairs.

“Good morning,” Lavender chimed dreamily.

“Morning,” Hermione yawned. The other two girls giggled. They were early risers and loved to get on with the day. They thought it immensely amusing when Hermione woke up all sluggish and sleepy.

“Did you sleep well?” Parvati asked.

“Never better,” Hermione lied with a small smile. The girls got dressed, the talk moving through what classes they had, the boys they would see and thoughts on what they would do when Hogsmeade weekend arrived.

“Do you think… Seamus will ask me to go with him?” Lavender asked coyly with a sidelong glance at Hermione.

“Maybe if you give him some hints,” Parvati giggled. “Give him a wink or two.”

“Who are you going to wink at then?” Lavender asked her friend.

“I don’t know,” Parvati stalled. “There are just so many boys to choose from.” Hermione rolled her eyes as the two girls giggled again.

“How about you Hermione?” Lavender inquired hesitantly. “Who would you like to go with?”

Hermione straightened and glanced at the other girl. Who would she like to go with? She frowned in concentration. “I don’t know. I usually go with Harry and Ron.”

“Well, yes, but we’re talking about a date. Would you most like to go with Harry? Or would you most like to go with Ron? Or do you like both?”

“A ménage a trios!” the two girls broke up in laughter.

Hermione sniffed, put out by the thought. Boys were not a priority with her. She loved her friends but what really drove her were her books. If she became half as smart as Dumbledore, the world beware. She hadn’t even managed to read a third of all the books in the school’s library and she was in her sixth year now. At the rate she was going she would never get through them all. Hopefully the Headmaster would allow her to return to visit the library after she graduated. Or perhaps she could become a teacher at Hogwarts and enjoy the library at her leisure. That made Hermione smile. To sit in that quiet chamber with thousands upon thousands of musty old books around her. She could become librarian. Then she would be with those books all the time, but that thought didn’t appeal to the girl. Harry and Ron had opened her up to a little adventure and excitement. Hermione couldn’t think staying cooped up in the library ALL the time would be much fun.

If she did pursue a life as a professor, what class would she most like to teach? There was Charms, which she was oh so good at. After all, she was the first in her class to be able to perform the levitation incantation that first year. Transfiguration was another solid choice. It was more difficult but that was part of the challenge, the appeal. The more Hermione thought about what class she would most like to teach, the more her mind came around to one particular subject. Potions. It incorporated everything the girl loved. Intense concentration and precise measures. It was exacting work and trying to prepare the more difficult formulas was quite exciting. It was so very satisfying to complete a potion successfully.

Hermione let out a loud sigh. Lavender and Pavarti looked at her and smiled. “You thought of someone didn’t you? Go one then, tell us.”

“But I didn’t. I was thinking of something else.”

“Well what was it? Does it involve snogging?” Lavender asked, causing Pavarti to snort with laughter.

Hermione grinned at that too. “No Lavender, it doesn’t, but I suppose that if I did it correctly it could make someone want to snog me.” All three girls dissolved into fits of giggles then.

The girls left the dormitory, still chattering about the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. Lavender decided to try to get Seamus Finnigan to ask her out, while Pavarti was considering a boy from Ravenclaw her sister had recommended. Hermione was still undecided on whether she even wanted a date.

Downstairs Hermione saw Ron and Harry by the fireplace and went over to them.

“Sleep well last night?” she asked them.

“Alright,” Harry replied.

“How about you?” Ron asked.

“Well enough,” she replied.

The two boys looked at one another. Ron shrugged. It seemed their female friend was in better spirits today so they let yesterday’s events slip for now. No need to bring up something that might put a damper on Hermione’s moods.