The Education of Miss Granger

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here is Chapter three. No, Snape will not be finding Hermione. No, it is not wrong to want him to though. No, this isn't a Hermione/Slytherin centric fic. Thought I'd get those questions out of the way, which are courtesy of my lovely reviewers. This is the chapter that started it all. Originally I had this planned as a Oneshot, and then I was going to post this and then double back into the story and post oneshots that were prequels and sequels to this, and then I just decided to bit the bullet. So that's where this chapter comes from. Any suggestions for the next pairing? I was thinking Hermione/Neville or Hermione/Seamus/Dean with Neville finding them...but I think I need a short break from threesomes. What do you think? One with the show and, enjoy!


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In Dreams We Learn


Hermione was lying on the couch in the Common Room. She wasn’t exactly deep asleep, but she wasn’t exactly awake either. She was floating somewhere in that delicious state of half dreaming. Awareness flirted and danced around the edges of her unconsciousness. But somewhere in the middle of this were sensual, sinful images. A flash of black hair, patches of ginger hair, four strong, calloused hands roaming over her body, slipping between her legs, squeezing her nipples.

Licking her flesh.

She heard someone moaning. She thought that it may have been her, but it sounded to far away. The musky smell of men was overpowering her. She stopped worrying about who was moaning and focused on those hands, lips, tongues. Cocks.

The men from her dream were very large.

The portrait hole slowly opened and closed. Two men entered, looking around to see if the room was empty. Upon seeing that it was, they tore off the cloth that made them invisible. They had gone to the Room of Requirement to practice some defense spells. Hermione had stayed in the Common Room to look up spells to help in the final fight. She was okay with staying behind as she felt that it was her place to do the research for them. There were sacrifices that everyone had to make, and Hermione being left behind to research was her sacrifice.

The boys were quietly moving across the Common Room when they heard a noise coming from in front of the fire place. They looked at each other and pulled their wands out. They were moving to where the noise was coming from when they heard it again.

They both realized that the noise they were hearing was someone moaning.

Curiosity got the better of them and they continued on their path to the couch. What they saw caused their hearts to stop beating and their cocks to harden.

Hermione Granger was lying halfway on her side, obviously in the depths of a very erotic dream. She had just her skirt and white button down on, which had the first two buttons undone and was clinging to her skin. Her skirt had ridden up to show off her delicious legs and creamy thighs.

But it was what her hands were doing that left the boys speechless.

Her left hand was caressing her right breast, giving the boys a fantastic view of her hardened nipples. Her right hand was rubbing at the junction between her legs. She wasn’t touching herself, however, as she had somehow managed to keep her hand on top of the fabric of her skirt. She moaned again.

Harry gasped.

Hermione’s eyes opened slowly. All three teenagers felt embarrassed for the briefest of moments. Then Hermione zeroed in on the boys and their distinct physical features, realizing that they were the men from her dream. From the looks on their faces they had obviously walked in on her dreaming and had heard her moaning. And from the bulges in their trousers, they were clearly turned on by it.

“Hermione . . . we . . . er . . . that is . . . ,”Harry swallowed and blushed. Ron just continued to stare at her.

“We’ll just be . . . er . . . what are -,” Harry cut himself off, realizing he was going to ask Hermione what she was doing. But it was apparent what she was doing because she was still rubbing herself. She smirked at Harry’s bewildered face and Ron’s lust filled eyes.

“You know, boys, I had a dream about this once,” her smirk deepened, because she knew that the boys had no clue how recent her dream had been. “In fact, I’ve had a few dreams about it and I’m sure you have as well. It’s always been this dream about you,” Hermione finished, beginning to unbutton the third button on her top.

“About me?” Harry croaked out.

Hermione laughed a deep throaty laugh and unbuttoned her fourth button. And that’s when she heard it. The distinct sound of a zipper unzipping. She looked over at Ron and saw that he had unzipped his pants and was slowly pushing them down.

“No Harry. She’s been having dreams about us. Both of us. And I bet you play with yourself whenever you’re awake, fantasizing about the dreams you have, huh Hermione?” Hearing this come from Ron’s mouth caused her to moan again. Ron smirked at her. “Yeah, I bet you do you little slut. I bet you just love thinking about the two of us taking you hard and rough.” Harry whipped his head to look at Ron, his eyes wide and disbelieving at what his best mate had called their best friend.

“Don’t talk about Hermione like that Ron.”

“Why not? She’s clearing enjoying it. Aren’t you, whore?” The boys looked over to see that Hermione had completely unbuttoned her shirt and that it was lying open around her, her light pink satin bra glistening in the fire light. Her chest heaved and shook as she nodded her approval.

“There, you see? She likes it.” Ron kicked his shoes off which left him only in his boxers and t-shirt. Harry was startled by his best mate’s attitude towards the woman he had come to respect and admire, but one more look at Hermione had him changing his mind.

Her hand had now found its way inside her bra, while her other was now under her skirt. From the way her skirt was moving, Harry was pretty sure she was rubbing herself off now. He looked at Ron and saw that his t-shirt was now off. He looked back at Hermione, only to see that her eyes were focused on Ron and were filled with desire.

Harry realized, quiet startlingly, that he wanted Hermione to look at him that way instead of Ron. So he decided he was going to play along.

The sound of another zipper going down was heard through-out the Common Room. Hermione’s eyes snapped over to Harry’s body, just in time to see him pushing his pants down. He got undressed with less fanfare then Ron did, but his eyes never left Hermione’s. By the time he was done, both boys were in only their boxers and Hermione was still in her skirt and bra, with her shirt still lying open around her.

“You’re over dressed.”

Hermione’s eyes flicked back to Ron’s.

“Maybe you should come over here and help me out then.”

Ron smiled and swayed his way over to Hermione. She shrugged out of her shirt, than leaned up. Ron unclasped her bra and let her breasts swing free. He admired their full, creamy shape, unconsciously licking his lips. She lay back down when Ron was done. He then reached to move his hands between her legs. He ran his finger along her knicker covered crotch before sliding her thong down. He noticed that they matched her bra. He also noticed that she was hairless, which aroused him even more to know that she was prepared to fuck wherever, whenever.

He groaned.

“Harry, mate, you need to see these tits.”

Ron stepped back a little and let Harry look over Hermione’s body. She was smiling at them as she lazily trailed her hand over her torso, her fingers stopping occasionally to squeeze her dusky nipples. Her other hand was still busy in her cunt, and she had pushed a finger inside of herself, a slight squelching sound echoing in the Common Room.

“I want to know what she’s doing under that skirt of hers Ron. Show me.”

“My pleasure Harry.”

Ron flipped Hermione’s skirt up, exposing her wet, smooth pussy. The boys stared as their friend fingered herself in front of them. Hermione was getting turned on by them watching and decided to step it up a notch. She opened her legs even wider to the boys, allowing them to see her folds and her engorged clit. She abandoned her nipple and moved her other hand down to her pussy. She started flicking her clit with one hand and pumping in and out of herself with the other. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, riding her fingers roughly.

“Would you look at that Harry? She’s spread for the whole Common Room to see. I bet our little cocksucker is turned on by the idea that anyone could come down from their Dorm and see her right now, spread on the couch and fucking herself for us. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Hermione moaned her response, speeding her hands up. A rustle of fabric caused her to open her eyes. Ron was pushing his boxers down. Finally, his cock was revealed to her.

It was a carbon copy of the one from her dream. It was long and thick, bordering on eight and a half inches. Ginger hair outlined it and his pubic area had a slight smatter of freckles that she found enticing. She looked over at Harry and saw that he had kicked his boxers off as well. Being the smaller of the two, his cock was an inch shorter, yet it appeared to be thicker around. The sight of the two bobbing dicks in front of her turned her on and she felt herself getting wetter.

Ron smirked at her and moved so that his cock was just right in front of her face. Harry countered this by moving to the end of the couch. He stared at her pink flesh and found that all he could fathom right now was sticking himself inside of her cunt and never getting himself out.

“I know what you want. You want this cock down your throat, don’t you? Well, I’m going to let you suck me off if that’s what you want. I’m only going to say this once, however: you better not disappoint me and you had better swallow every single drop.”

Harry watched as Hermione opened her mouth, grinning and preparing to swallow down Ron’s cock. Ron just smirked, however, and then did something Harry could never even think of doing.

He hit Hermione on the cheek with his dick.

Harry’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t say anything because Hermione moaned when this happened and opened her mouth wider. He also noticed that she had started rubbing herself faster.

It was then he wondered if they had done this before.

And then Ron was shoving his cock viciously into Hermione’s mouth. Hermione took her hand off her clit and wrapped it around the base of Ron’s prick, pumping it in time with Ron’s thrusts. Ron closed his eyes and threw his head back, moaning as Hermione licked his shaft. She was running her tongue along the underside of his cock while he thrust hard into her mouth, Harry hungrily watching.

Harry stood at the foot of the couch and wondered how he could get into the action. Ron was clearly being taken care of and Hermione was taking care of herself. Harry looked at where her fingers were plunging into herself.

Suddenly, Hermione felt two fingers push into her wet cunt, joining her own fingers. She broke contact with Ron’s cock to moan very loudly. She threw her head back as Harry matched her speed and they worked on finger fucking her. Ron opened his eyes and looked to see what had distracted Hermione, only to smile at what he saw.

“It seems Harry’s catching on. That’s good, Harry. Fuck her. As for you,” he looked back down at Hermione. He smirked before grabbing a handful of hair and shoving her face into his pubic hair. “Suck.”

Hermione moaned again at his commanding tone and took his cock back into her mouth. She let him shove his whole length into her mouth, only gagging occasionally. Ron’s hair was falling into his eyes, which had become hard and almost angry as he brutally fucked her mouth. He loved having this feeling of control over her and he could tell that she was loving it.

Harry continued to help her fuck herself, using his other hand to rub her clit. She moaned around Ron’s cock when Harry started flicking her nub. The vibrations from her moaning shot waves of pleasure all through Ron’s body. He rolled his eyes back into his head.

“Oh fuck yeah. Just like that. You really know how to suck a dick, Hermione. You must spend a lot of time on your knees. You really are a slag, huh?” His words were coming out in huffs now as he came closer and closer to coming. He tightened his hold on her hair and began to hit the back of her throat harder and harder.

“I’m gonna come. Remember to drink it all.” Harry heard all of this and began to speed his fingers up even faster. Hermione started licking and moaning around Ron’s cock. Just when she thought she couldn’t handle her mouth being stretched by Ron’s cock anymore, he threw his head back wildly and his body starting jerking. Hot streams of come started spurting down her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but found herself almost choking on it. There was just too much! It didn’t help that Harry was being distracting.

Harry saw Ron coming and decided that Hermione needed to as well. He smiled devilishly as he watched Ron finish himself off. He started to apply as much pressure as he could to her clit. Hermione’s back arched off the couch as she came; still trying to swallow all of Ron’s come as her own bliss overtook her.

A little dribble of come trickled out of the corner of Hermione’s mouth. Ron was almost finished, but he saw that Hermione wasn’t swallowing all of it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet ‘pop’ and hit her on the cheek again with his prick, this time harder then before. His cock was still leaking come and some made its’ way onto her face.

“I told you to swallow it all bitch!” He hit her cheek again with his cock, and then milked out the remaining drops of come onto her cheek. “Gods, you look good with my come dribbling down your face. “ Harry had to agree. He jealously watched as Ron leaned down and kissed Hermione, wanting so badly to have his cock down her throat. As if reading his mind, his two friends turned to him and smiled.

“Why don’t you let me help you out Harry?”

Harry had been aware that his cock was extremely hard, but it wasn’t until Hermione paid attention to it that he realized just how painful it had become. He looked down and saw his prick was sticking proudly out, the tip glistening with his pre-come. Ron moved away from Hermione’s head and sat down on the chair across from the couch, his legs wide open and his spent dick exposed to the room.

“I think I will.” Harry walked over to where Hermione’s head was and smirked down at her. Remembering the noises of approval she gave Ron, he roughly grabbed her hair. “It’s time for you to show me how you use that mouth of yours.” And with that, he shoved his cock down her throat. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head and Ron smirked from where he was watching.

“She just loves to suck cock, doesn’t she Harry? I never knew she was like this, but I’m happy I know now.”

Harry gasped at the way his cock felt in her mouth. Then what Ron said seemed to register in Harry’s mind and he turned startled eyes to Ron. “You guys haven’t done this before?”

Ron shook his head. “Harry, if I had known she could suck like that, I would have been using that mouth for years.”

A firm tug on his balls caused Harry to focus his attention on what Hermione was doing. He grinned down at her as she swallowed his whole cock down and then moaned as she started closing her throat around his shaft. He placed one of his hands on her tit and began to play with her nipple, squeezing and tugging it in time to her sucking. She moaned around his cock, sending shivers down his back. He pulled harder on her nipple, causing her to moan again. Harry felt the build in his lower abdomen and groaned.

“Hermione . . . oh,” Harry pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop and then spurted his come on her face. Thick strings coated her face as she held her mouth open, a splash of it landing on her tongue. Every other drop hit somewhere else on her face, some even landing in her hair.

“Oh Gods, Harry. That was amazing,” Hermione closed her eyes, scooped up some of Harry’s come, and licked it off the tip of her finger. She heard the boys both groan and opened her eyes to smile at them. “Thanks for that.”

“We should be thanking you. You’re such a fucking slut. “Harry and Hermione looked over at Ron only to be surprised. He had somehow managed to stroke himself to a full erection again. “What? You think I wouldn’t try to get a chance to fuck you, even if it meant getting hard again immediately after I got off?”

“Well then come get it.”

Ron got off the chair and approached the couch almost cautiously. Now was the moment he’d been waiting for. Of course he had fucked common slags while at Hogwarts but Hermione was the only girl he had ever truly wanted to experience. Now it was going to happen and all because she had decided to stay back and do some research.

Harry just stood and watched the two of them, his come slowly drying on Hermione’s face. He thought that she never looked any better then she did at that moment, naked, lips red, and come streaked down her face. He was angry, though, that Ron got to have her and he didn’t, as he was well spent and didn’t think he possessed the same stamina that Ron did.

“Get on the couch. I want to be on top.” Hermione said as she stood up and forced Ron to lay down where she had just been. He flopped down on the couch and winked at her, lazily stroking his cock. Hermione turned to Harry and smiled, then cupped his dick cautiously. “I hope you can bounce back like Ron can.”

Before Harry could say anything, or even feel embarrassed, Hermione threw one leg over Ron and impaled herself on his cock. She sat down fully on his hard shaft, both of them staying completely still. They seemed to be holding their breaths, waiting for something. Harry had taken up Ron’s position on the chair, watching the couple intently. They didn’t seem to mind at all. It almost seemed as if they were taking pleasure from someone watching them. Then he noticed it.

Hermione was beginning to rotate her hips ever so slowly. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed, focusing on not actually lifting herself off of Ron’s dick. He seemed to not mind, though, loving the feeling of being encased completely in Hermione.

“Oh, God, Hermione. You’re not a virgin, are you?”

Hermione groaned. “No. Lost that earlier this year.”

Ron reached his hands up to flick her nipples. “Who?”

Hermione’s head fell back, her long brown hair tickling his thighs. “You’ll hate me.”

“Will not.”

Hermione gasped, rattling out the next word. “Mal – Malfoy.”

Ron stopped flicking Hermione’s nipples. Harry had been attempting to stroke his shaft back into an erection but stopped at this admission. Both the boys had stopped their movements, but Hermione hadn’t noticed as she just continued moving on Ron.

“Wait a minute. Hermione stop!” Hermione stopped doing what she was doing, opened her eyes and looked down at Ron. His face was flushed and turning red, the warning sign that he was becoming very angry. “You gave your virginity to that – that – fucker?”

“Mmhmm. And what a good fucker he was too.”

“You are a whore, aren’t you?” Ron thrust very hard into Hermione then, allowing himself to ram into the back of her. She groaned at this and bit her lip. He did it again, and again, each time being rougher with her. “Is this how that bitch fucked you? Hard and rough like this?”

Hermione groaned. “Oh yes, Ron. Just like that.”

“No wonder you like being treated like a slut.” Each word was followed by a hard thrust that made her breasts bounce very nicely. To his surprise, Harry felt himself get hard again. He looked down at his hard cock and then at Hermione’s ass in the air. An idea was formulating in his head, one that would punish Hermione for being the slut that she was. He drew in a deep breath and got up off the chair, running his hand up and down himself. He walked over to the fucking couple and then leaned down to whisper in Hermione’s ear.

“So you were a big enough whore to fuck Malfoy, huh? Well then I guess you’re a big enough whore to take us both on at the same time.” Hermione eyes widened at that and she whipped her head around to look at Harry’s proud dick, standing out from his body just like it had before.

Harry grabbed her hair and forced his mouth on hers. He roughly explored her mouth while Ron continued to brutally fuck her then pushed away from her. He moved around behind her.

“Ron, I’m going to need you to slow down for a second. I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson about who she gets to fuck.” Hermione turned her face around to look at him, her eyes a mix between shock and utter desire.

“Sounds like a good idea there. We can’t have our little princess open her legs for anyone.” Harry slapped her ass and she shrieked, falling forward unto Ron’s chest. Ron smiled and held her in position while Harry spread her cheeks. Her puckered hole stared back at him and he could see Ron’s cock straining not to move in her pussy. He wet two of his fingers and shoved them inside of her.

It didn’t have the result that Harry wanted.

He found her slightly loose. She wasn’t as tight as she should have been back there. It was then he realized that someone had already fucked her in that hole as well.

“Oi! We have a problem here, Ron. It seems Hermione’s been a busy little whore.” He slapped her ass harder this time, leaving behind an imprint. “Someone’s already fucked this hole too.” Harry took his fingers out and then spit on his hand to lube up his cock.

“You mean you let Malfoy in your ass as well?” Ron asked in complete shock

Hermione didn’t say anything. Harry slapped her ass a third time, in the same spot as before. Hermione gave a startled grunt, but still remained silent.

“Well? Answer him, bitch.”

“No. Malfoy wasn’t in my ass.” The boys looked at each other over her shoulder. Disgust was on their face but they realized they were also turned on by how wanton their seemingly prissy friend was.

“It was Zabini.”

There was no reaction from the boys for a second. And then Harry shoved his cock deep into Hermione’s ass without any warning, filling her up to the mean. She shouted in surprise and pleasure, throwing her head back. Ron took his cue and started to fuck her pussy again, the boys soon developing a rhythm. One would pull out while the other pushed in, effectively bouncing Hermione between them. Ron played with her nipples again as Harry snaked a hand around and began fingering her clit.

“Did he fuck your ass like this? Does my dick inside you feel like his? Am I filling your ass up the way he did?” Harry brought his other hand down across her ass again and again. “Answer me, slut!”

“You – oh Gods – you feel better. They didn’t feel like this when they fucked me.”

Ron gripped her hips and slammed, hard and rough, into her. “They fucked you like we’re doing?”

“Oh Gods. Yes! They fucked me – oh – just like this. Both of them.”

The boys shared another look as Hermione rocked between them. They could feel themselves between the thin layer of skin inside of her. Ron smirked over at Harry and tried to convey something to him just by using his eyes. Harry wasn’t getting the message, though, because someone was rocking on his cock. He also happened to be fingering that someone’s clit while his best mate fucked her pussy.

Her pussy.

He smiled and pulled his cock out of her ass.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to do something I’m sure they never did to you.” And then, with one fluid movement, he stuffed himself inside her already stretched cunt. He couldn’t really move in and out of her, as she was definitely not stretched out enough to hold two cocks comfortably. But he was going to stay there, he was going to allow Ron’s dick to slide against his, he didn’t care, as long as they could prove their point.

No Slytherin was going to fuck this sweet cunt, ever again.

Hermione’s breath was shallow now and a fine tremble started somewhere inside of her. Both of the boys could feel her pussy begin to clamp and clench around them. Harry increased the speed at which he was flicking her clit while Ron latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. Finally, with a loud moan and eyes screwed shut, Hermione came. She came hard and fast between the two men, her breath hitching and her juices leaking out between her legs and coating the boys’ pelvises. Pleasure ripped through her body and she collapsed between them. She knew, though, that they wouldn’t let up that easily.

She was right.

If anything, having her juices squirt out all over them made the boys fuck her harder. Feeling her pussy clench around their cocks drove the boys crazy. They could feel their orgasms creeping up on them. They tried to hold out, tried to concentrate on not losing it because being in Hermione just felt too good. Even though she had already fucked two other guys, she still felt incredibly tight.

“Hermione. Fuck. I’m going to come.” Ron seemed to shout. Harry quickly pulled out so Ron could have her pussy all to himself when he came. Harry was able to watch, stroking himself, as Ron pumped hard and fast into their best friend. Ron closed his eyes, threw his head back, and slammed into Hermione roughly as hot spurts of come flowed into her. He slowly pulled out of her body with a satisfied grunt, some of his come leaking from her cunt. Without giving her a second to catch her breath, however, Harry pushed his way into her slick, wet, come filled hole. His dick easily slid in and out of her, making a squishing noise as he fucked her. Ron had his eyes closed and a satisfied grin on his face as Hermione’s body rubbed up against his as Harry pounded into her from behind. It felt so good but he knew he was completely spent for the night, so he just enjoyed the sensations of Hermione’s nipples scrapping against his chest.

Harry also was enjoying himself. Hermione felt amazing wrapped around him. She knew just when to clench down on his cock and when to let it go. She felt mildly stretched out because of the double fucking she had just gotten, but she was still the best cunt he’d ever had.

Suddenly Harry felt everything in his body tighten up. With a moan, he plunged his hands into Hermione’s hair, pulling hard so that her ass slammed against his pelvis. He came long and hard in her, her body filling up with hot come for the second time in less then five minutes. Feeling more come fill her up caused her to have another orgasm. Harry finished pumping himself off as Hermione came down, falling down onto her back.

“Oh fuck,” Harry groaned.

“Mmhmm.” Hermione responded, a lazy contented smile plastered to her face. Harry smiled, placing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Ron coughed. “That was bloody fucking fantastic, but I can’t breathe.” There was a pause before Hermione and Harry moved, almost as if they had forgotten he was there. Harry moved off of Hermione’s back, sitting casually against the arm of the couch with one knee bent, his arm lounging on it. Hermione stayed where she was, figuring Ron could handle her weight at least. She smiled into his chest when she felt Ron’s arms move up and around her.

Harry reached over and ran a hand up and down her leg. No one spoke. The three teenagers just rested with each other on the couch. There was a peaceful satisfied air that seemed to fill the Common Room.

“For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that Draco sodding Malfoy is my hero,” Ron said, hugging Hermione tighter.

Harry laughed. “Don’t forget Zabini.” The two boys chuckled as Hermione lay there, content.

Ron sighed. “I still can’t believe that you let Malfoy take your virginity.”

“And then let him and Zabini fuck you at the same time,” added Harry.

Hermione shrugged. “I guess things just happen.”

“Like fucking two guys at once,” Ron chuckled as Hermione sighed.

“Yes Ronald, exactly how we just did.”

That seemed to shut the boys up for a bit, who then became content just to lay there with the new object of their affection. The three rested on the couch in a companionable silence that eased their blood flow and their breathing.

“Really, though, ferret and Zabini? I can’t believe you fucked them at once,” Ron said. Harry chuckled.

“Are you still on that mate?” When his question was met with silence, Harry sighed. “Well, look at it this way; at least we got a ‘one-up’ on them so to speak. We were able to do something they didn’t get to do, right Hermione?”

Both boys looked at her expectantly. She felt mad that they boys were talking about this way as if she wasn’t there, but she was going to let it pass because they had such a beautiful night together. And now Harry threw this idea in her face, as if they owned her. It was her business who she slept with and who she didn’t and how she slept with them.

She looked at them in turn and sighed. “You don’t own me, you know. I can sleep with whomever I so choose, anyway I so choose. You two boys do not own me,” she defiantly stood up and starting gathering her clothes. The two friends looked at each other, knowing that if they didn’t say something to smooth things over now, they would probably never get to sleep with her again. “Now, I am going to bed. Have a good evening.” She finished buttoning up her shirt, having re-dressed herself and turned away from the boys to walk to the girls’ dormitory.

“Hermione, you know we don’t mean it like that,” Harry said, his voice stopping her in her tracks. She slowed turned to look at them, her face showing defeat.

“I know. But just because you guys got to fuck me doesn’t mean you own me. I am my own woman and no man’s property.” She held her eyes steady on them as if to challenge what she had just said.

“We know. We just – uh -,”

“It’s Ferret and Zabini. It’s a little shocking.” Ron finished for Harry, hoping it was the right thing to say. When they saw Hermione’s smile, they returned smiles of their own.

“Trust me, I was shocked too,” she said, turning back around. “Night boys,” she called over her shoulder as she walked to the dorms.

“Wait! When can we do this again?” Ron asked, trying to stand up but finding his legs were still weak.
“Yeah, you can’t just leave us hanging!” Harry echoed the sentiments of his friend, already
fantasizing about being in her tight pussy again.

“Boys,” Hermione mumbled under her breath, smiling as she opened the door to her dorms.

It was then that Harry and Ron realized they were sitting together, naked, on the couch in the Common Room. They jumped off the couch simultaneously and started pulling on their clothes at break neck speed.


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