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 with course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.


Dumbledore\'s office was bright and cheery. The fading sunlight still streamed in through the windows casting an orange like glow about everything. There was a crispness to the air, a lingering scent of peppermint and lemon. Hermione would have smiled at the thought of all the candies the old wizard enjoyed so much, if she wasn’t so nervous about being in his office. The old wizard himself sat behind his desk, which was cluttered with all assortment of gadgets, all whirring and buzzing. He smiled bemusedly at Hermione through his half moon glasses, a twinkle in his eye. His fingers were steepled under his nose and he winked at the girl.

\"You seem troubled my dear,\" he whispered, his voice floating on the air like a feather.

Hermione nodded, not able to find the words. He motioned for her to sit and Hermione climbed onto the chair before his desk. It was a comfortable chair, one made to put visitors at ease. It’s old musty leather was relaxing and brought a bit of comfort to her troubled mind. But it didn’t ease all her worries. She had an inkling as to why she was there.

Again, showing his uncanny ability to know what’s going on in a person’s thoughts, Dumbledore spoke. “I’ve summoned you here to discuss the fact that you have seemed distracted in classes lately. Several of your professor’s have expressed concern for your lack of concentration. Even Professor Snape has shown unusual unease for your well being. He informs me that you ran from his class yesterday and checking with the other professors has led me to some unexplained truancy.”

Hermione stared at her feet. Her feet twitched in the air and she crossed her feet reflexively.

\"Come here, my dear Hermione,\" he instructed softly. She looked up and saw the compassion in his eyes. It touched her to see such concern. Obediently she came around his desk and he pulled her onto his lap, startling her slightly. She looked up into his eyes and tears began to trickle down her cheeks. \"Shhhh. It\'s alright. Tell Headmaster your worries child.\" His soft voice calmed Hermione and his gentle fingers soothed her as they stroked through her bushy hair.

Hermione finally found her voice. \"It\'s embarrassing sir.\"

\"It always is. You young people always think you are the first to go through a crisis. Always the first to experience a dilemma. Let me tell you, Miss Granger, whatever it is that has you so frazzled, it has happened before. You are not alone.\"

\"I\'ve been having dreams sir,\" she stated in a whisper.

Dumbledore stayed silent but looked at her in interest.

\"In the dreams I am attacked, threatened,\" she sobbed. \"I\'m…. I\'m molested. My clothes are ripped off and I\'m forced to touch myself while I\'m under the Imperious Curse.\"

\"I see,\" Dumbledore said. Hermione looked up at him. His eyes were a little darker now but still had a distinctive twinkle. His face still smiled kindly at her. \"Go on.\"

\"At first I\'m frightened, powerless to do ought what I\'m told. Soon however, I begin to enjoy it and I seem to wield a certain control over my attackers. I get rather excited and my body begins to buzz and tingle.\" As Hermione talked she began to squirm a little on the old wizard\'s lap. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her back onto his lap more firmly. \"Then I\'m rescued and I\'m ever so grateful. I feel safe now, but it doesn\'t last. My best friends are my rescuers but they start to touch me also. They start to molest me.\"

Dumbledore, with his hand still around her waist began to caress her belly with his long fingers. Hermione felt her breath hitch. She fought it down and continued. \"Soon things change. All the light fades and the room is all dark. And Har… and my friends change too.\"

\"They always change Miss Granger.\" Hermione looked at Dumbledore and gasped. Even though he still smiled, there was no longer a twinkle in his eyes. Behind the glasses, his eyes were dark and burning. There was a fire within them that frightened the young woman. She tried to move off his knee but his arms were too strong for her.

\"Miss Granger, it seems to me that you are discovering yourself. The woman in you. The wanton woman in you.\" His hand slid downward over her belly and stroked her thighs. \"It would be a shame, nay a crime, if I, as your Headmaster, didn\'t take this opportunity to further your education.\" He slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her knickers. \"Education is such an exciting thing is it not Miss Granger?\"

Hermione leaned back and gasped softly. His long fingers pulled the material of her panties aside and moved across her exposed flesh. Pushing her legs to either side of his knees Dumbledore spread her legs wide. With very experienced fingers, the old wizard opened her secret lips and rubbed a finger tip over her. Hermione made little gasping sounds as her headmaster slowly circled her opening and found her delicate little clit.

\"Tell me Miss Granger,\" Dumbledore breathed in her ear. \"Are you learning anything yet?\" Unable to speak, Hermione propped her head on Dumbledore\'s shoulder and closed her eyes. She nodded ever so slightly as he raked his bristly beard along her neck, kissing her lightly. His hand left off between her legs, came up and began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was completely undone, he moved it aside and put his liver spottandsands over her breasts. \"You have certainly grown up, my dear girl. I remember the day you walked into Hogwarts. Oh yes, you were precious then, but the woman you have become is exquisite.\"

Dumbledore\'s fingers seemed to emit little electric shocks along Hermione\'s skin. He pushed her, making her lean forward and pulled her top from her unresisting arms. Smoothing his hands along her back, his deft fingers unhooked her brassiere and pulled it out from under her. Hermione\'s bare back exposed, Dumbledore ran his fingertips along her spine, the electric shocks making her tingle throughout her body. She clutched her ankles and sighed in pleasure at the unusual massage.

Pulling her back up to lean against his chest, the headmaster again cupped Hermione\'s breasts and kneaded them. He rolled her nipples causing them to harden and jut out. When he pinched them, Hermione let out a small anguished cry. \"He shouldn\'t be doing this,\" she thought. \"He\'s the headmaster! But if feels so good.\" She gasped again when he twisted her nipples. \"I wonder how many students he\'s \'tutored\' like this?\"

Almost as if he read her mind, Dumbledore chuckled softly. \"Aaahh, Miss Granger. Such wonderful, soft skin. So smooth. It\'s been many a year since I\'ve touched such beauty.\"
Hermione beamed. She was special.

Dumbledore slipped his hand between her legs again. he worked her folds apart and gently teased her, his finger roaming over her skin but never touching where she most needed.

\"Please Professor,\" she gasped. The fragrance of her arousal began to fill the room. It’s heady power urged the headmaster to continue.

Dumbledore smiled. \"Please what, Miss Granger?\"

\"Oh Gosh!\" she squeaked as the headmaster brushed his finger over her clit. \"I\'m so close.\"

\"Close to what?\"

\"Please!\" she cried.

\"Say it,\" he ordered softly.

\"I need to cum!\" she panted.

Dumbledore smiled victoriously. He touched her clit, she felt the spark fly from his fingers and she screamed in ecstasy. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her back arched and Dumbledore had to hold her around the waist to keep the young woman in his lap. When she was still again, leaning heavily against him, he put his lips to her ear and whispered, \"Did you like that Miss Granger?\"

She nodded, a contented smile on her lips.

\"Excellent. Now we go on to lesson number two.\"

\"L.. lesson two?\" Hermione stuttered.

\"Indeed. You have just been given a wonderful gift. Now it is your turn to return the favour.” Dumbledore set Hermione on her feet and let his robes fall open.

Trying hard not to laugh, Hermione was struck by his attire. His shoes were purple with colourful swirls of reds and oranges that matched his robes. He wore black socks that lay bunched at his ankles. His thin knobbly legs were bare but for the smattering of white hair and they disappeared beneath a pair of white boxers with little yellow ducks on them. The little ducks swam merrily around the fabric, quacking quietly to themselves. Thanking whatever deity had clothed the headmaster for keeping a shirt on him, she stared at his multicoloured jumper. It was almost mesmerizing in it’s intricacy.

“No need to dally young lady, it is time to begin.” Uncertain what the headmaster expected of her, she looked questioning into his eyes. He put his hand on her cheek and urged her to step forward between his long outstretched legs. “Firstly, you must remove my shorts.”

Blushing furiously, Hermione leant forward and grabbed the boxers just above his knees. He raised himself to allow the girl to pull the underwear off him. She stood up with the boxers in hand and looked expectantly at Dumbledore for her next move.

Smiling merrily, he took his shorts from Hermione and dropped them on the floor beside him. His member hung loosely between his legs, his sack almost as low. “Secondly, you must kneel dond wnd with a firm but soft hand grip me.” He closed his eyes and smiled happily. “You have very nice warm hands.”

He guided her to stroke him. She wasn’t to use a hard grip nor a very loose grip. She wasn’t to go too fast nor too slow. Thinking how she was being taught, the story of ‘The Three Bears’ came to her mind. The chairs were too hard, too soft and just right. The porridge was either too hot, too cold or just right. The beds… well that was the idea.

Very soon Dumbledore was sighing in contentment. Hermione found it odd that he had not become long and hard. His member was exactly the same size as when she started. “Um Professor?”

“Yes my dear girl.”

She blushed mightily. “Am I doing this correctly?”

“Very well.” He sighed again and opened his eyes. She looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Are you perhaps troubled by the fact that I am not erect?”

Hermione nodded bashfully.

“No need to fret. Just move on to more advanced techniques. Try using your mouth.”

Under Dumbledore’s tutelage, Hermione was licking and kissing the still flaccid member. Nothing seemed to be showing proper results. Slowly, the bushy haired girl sucked at the head of the prick. An intake of breath was all the response from the headmaster. Hermione took more into her mouth and sucked. Letting the penis slide from her mouth, it dropped back against the baggy sack and she looked up into twinkling eyes. “Take it all into your mouth Miss Granger. Take it all in and suck.”

Hermione did as she was told. The soft penis rested on her tongue as she sucked. Growing bored, she began moving her tongue along the underside of Dumbledore’s prick causing him to sigh in pleasure. Her nose buried is whs white tangle of pubic hair, Hermione felt a tickle in her nostrils. She tried to fight it but it was a lost cause. She quickly pulled her mouth away and turned her head as she sneezed.

“Bless you,” Dumbledore chuckled.

“Thank you sir,” Hermione blushed. “Sorry sir.”

The old wizard pulled the girl to her feet and regarded her. “You are doing very well Miss Granger. As I knew you would. You are a very talented student. And I am a very old man. It is evident that I need to use more creative methods.”

Hermione watched as the old wizard pulled his wand from the depths of his robes. With a flick os was wand his desk was cleared of whatchamacallits and thingamabobs. He then lifted the student onto the desk and spread her legs wide. The sight of her bushy unkempt pubic hair made him chuckle.

“This is quite the jungle Miss Granger.” Hermione blushed scarlet. “While some men enjoy having to coerce their way into such a forest to find the treasure, most men do not.” With another wave of his wand, Hermione’s messy pubic hair was transformed into a neatly trimmed triangle that pointed to her clit. Pointing the way to her treasure. “Much better. Now one can see how wonderfully sweet you are. One can even lean in and taste how wonderfully sweet you are without having to contend with unwanted hair in their meal.”

Dumbledore leaned forward and ran his tongue over her bare lips. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned lightly as her headmaster’s tongue slid languidly over her delicate sensitive skin. Unconsciously she pressed herself up into Dumble’s h’s hungry mouth. He slipped his tongue deep into her and flicked it in and out before pulling back to look at the young woman.

“Now my apt pupil, it is time for your last lesson.” Dumbledore held up his wand and smiled impishly at Hermione. “Engorgio,” he intoned and flicked his wrist.

Hermione watched in fascination as Dumbledore’s soft flaccid prick grew before her. It began to thicken and elongate. Instead of hanging loosely between his legs it bobbed and twitched, sticking up into the air. The long pulsing member curved slightly upward and although not yellow, looked something like a banana.

“Now for your final lesson. A right proper fuck.”

Taken aback by such language from the old man, Hermione gaped at him. He smiled brightly and pulled her off the table. She slid into his lap and knelt over his rod. Using his knotty hands he positioned his cock head at the entrance to her vagina and grasped her hips. “This will be somewhat uncomfortable at first,” he stated softly.

Forcibly and quickly he pushed Hermione down onto him. She cried out as he broke through her maidenhead and collapsed against his chest. How could he hurt her so? He seemed so kind and so gentle.

“Shhh. This discomfort will pass. It is an unfortunate effect of being a virgin. Or of losing your virginity as the case may be.”

They stayed like that for a time, Hermione straddling Dumbledore as his magically hard cock rested inside her. He stroked her hair and kissed her on top of her head. Soon Hermione could feel the pain lessen. In its place she could feel the fullness of the intrusion. She could feel the pulsing inside her, the pulse of Dumbledore’s heart through their connection.

Dumbledore moved under her and his prick slid a bit inside her. Hermione moaned quietly. The movement didn’t hurt. Instead it felt rather good. She experimented and moved her hips. She gasped at the wonderful tingling the movement made.

Feeling the change in the girl, Dumbledmovemoved his hands down her body to grasp her ass. He squeezed her tender cheeks and hoisted her up a bit. She sank back down as he relaxed his grip. Hermione moaned at the movement. When the headmaster did it again, she moaned louder.

“Do you like that Miss Granger?”

“Oh yes!” Hermione sighed.

Dumbledore began to move Hermione up and down on his dick faster. She moaned softly each time she came down on him. She could feel the headmaster’s heart beat faster as she rested her head on his chest. His body trembled beneath her. Looking up into his face, Hermione saw that his eyes were closed and a small smile was on his lips. He sighed slightly as she moved on him.

Hermione gasped loudly as she felt a sudden electric shock within her. The shock made her whole body shiver and she moaned in pleasure. With each downward thrust she felt the shock shoot through her. “Oh God!” she cried out.

Moving faster, Hermione began moaning continuously. Her body was on fire and she couldn’t feel anything but pleasure. Dumbledore was gasping and rasping as he lifted her up and down. He could feel the pleasure coursing through the girl and felt that she would experience her orgasm soon. Experience it she did as she threw back her head and screamed. “Oh my God!” Her whole body stiffened and then shook violently as she was carried over the edge of bliss.

Dumbledore swiftly pulled out of Hermione and pushed her back on the desk. He stood up, grabbed his penis and stroked it rapidly above her. He closed his eyes and groaned hoarsely as a thick stream of semen spurted from him and fell onto Hermione’s belly. The old man’s hand still caressed his rapidly shrinking penis as he bent over Hermione, one hand on the desk to steady him. His eyes were still closed and his breathing raspy.

Hermione stared up at Dumbledore. He was so old and fragile looking, but she knew that there was strength there. Not five months ago he haood ood face to face with Voldemort and had bested the evil wizard.

She thought about what had just happened. She knew it was wrong. She knew that it could never happen again. Logically, the headmaster had acted immorally and wickedly. Emotionally, Hermione couldn’t find fault with what he had done. Dumbledore had shown her how wonderful and electric sexual intercourse could be. It had been quite the education.