Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 4 ~ The Lineup Continues

Marcus’ violet eyes followed Hagrid as he walked over to the table holding the potions and drank two of the bottles down. Severus also looked the half-giant over, noting the come stains on his trousers from holding Hermione after Draco came. The Potions Master also noted his irregular gait. It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened. Hermione was quite an arousing witch.

The wizard pulled out his wand and scourgified Hagrid thoroughly, knowing he couldn’t do it himself since he didn't have his pink umbrella with him that held the pieces of his wand. Hagrid looked at Severus gratefully, then grabbed a handful of sandwiches and sat down. He frowned at Draco blackly, who pointedly ignored him.

Marcus smirked. Hagrid had been the fastest to leave the witch, and the only one who had exited the bedroom before the next wizard went in.

“I guess size doesn’t matter, eh Hagrid?” Marcus said to the half-giant.

“Shut your piehole, Marcus, ‘fore I shoves my foot in it,” Hagrid growled at the Dark Arts teacher.

Marcus snickered, but fell silent.

Ron looked at Harry.

“Suppose Flitwick is going to conjure up a stepladder?” he asked Harry, who didn’t want to think what the dimunitive wizard had in store for Hermione.

“Don’t ask me anything Ron. I’m already squicked,” Harry seethed at his friend. Hermione had already gone through Snape, Firenze, Draco and Hagrid, and Harry felt sick to his stomach.

Ron sat back. His turn was coming up soon. He tried not to focus on the other wizards having at Hermione and tried to create a romantic scenario instead. This was his fantasy playing out after all. Hermione finally welcoming him to her bed, not because she needed him to save her life, but because after all these years she realized she wanted him. Yes, that was the scenario the wizard imagined. Ron folded his arms and stared into space.

Flitwick entered the room and found Hermione writhing slightly on the bed, her indicator light dimming. The small wizard noticed immediately she had not been properly scourgified and drew out his wand and took care of that immediately.

The king-sized bed was high, and after a couple of hops, the Charms Master managed to get a grip on it and pull himself up. He wasn’t a youngster anymore and leaned on one of the posts to catch his breath, his little hand over his heart. He looked at Hermione. She was like a living mountain of woman. He could see her labia and a bit of pink core.

“Circe’s sailors,” the wizard breathed, feeling himself harden. He pulled out his wand again and divestoed his clothing. Flitwick was rather rounded, and stout. Everything about him was proportionate, except his organ. Elven women found him enormous. His cock was just about a third of his size...a whopping seven inches. On a man that might not be much, but on Flitwick it practically made him a porn star.

“Now, now my dear...this won’t hurt a bit,” the wizard said, moving between Hermione’s thighs and bending over her, his small hands resting on her lower belly.

“Professor Flitwick?” Hermione asked, her eyes wide as saucers. There was no
distinguishable change in her indicator light which meant she was neither turned on or turned off. Shock would probably be the proper word to use to describe her state.

“Yes, my dear...it is I, and I promise I am quite adept at sex, though I have never had a woman as large or as beautiful as you, Miss Granger,” the little wizard said, studying the large pussy in front of him. But he was still big enough to provide some stimulation.

Hermione’s brow furrowed, and her indicator light stayed at a very dim blue, as Flitwick moved closer. His breathing became very fast as he pressed the head into Hermione’s warmth, preparing to enter her. The wizard began to tremble strongly. He had one hand pressed on Hermione’s belly and she could feel the tremors through it.

“Are you all right, Professor?” she managed to get out.

Sweat was pouring from the wizard’s brow as he pressed forward. Hermione felt him start to enter her and there was a slight increase in the glow because of the contact.

All of the sudden there was a little high-pitched squeak, and Hermione felt a hot gush between her legs. Uh oh.

Professor Flitwick stiffened, his little eyes rolling up into his head and pitched forward, his face resting in Hermione’s soft pubic hair as he let out a string of obscenities. Finally he stopped and lifted up his head, looking at Hermione apologetically.

“I am very sorry Miss Granger. I have never seen so much pussy staring me in the face...it was rather overwhelming,” the wizard said, embarrassed.

Hermione, spelled as she was, felt like laughing. To the Professor, her snatch must have seemed enormous.

“It’s all right, Professor. I understand it happens to everyone...but you’d better send someone else in,” she replied, feeling herself weakening.

The small wizard reluctantly pushed himself off of Hermione after taking a long sniff of her sex and looking at her core longingly, then scourgified his release from her body, redressed himself and slid off the bed.

“Again, I am sorry, Miss Granger,” he said.

The indicator suddenly dimmed horrifically and Dumbledore rushed into the room.

“What is wrong with the Spells Mistress?” he demanded of Flitwick, who looked up at him sorrowfully.

“I wasn’t wizard enough,” he said sadly, walking out of the door and pulling it closed behind him.

Albus quickly strode over to the witch, his eyes concerned.

“Ah, Hermione. I have never been unfaithful to Minerva although she is not my wife,” the wizard said, his eyes kind but appreciative as he looked down at her nude body, “what little vitality I have belongs to her. However, one does not get as old as I without learning some...tricks...”

Albus spread his hands above Hermione and moved them over her body slowly.

“Corpus Delicioso!” he breathed.

Hermione’s indicator light blazed a brilliant blue as delicious feelings washed over her body as if she were involved with at least two very randy wizards. She was being kissed, caressed and penetrated in both orifices...at least that was what it felt like. The witch moaned, arched and moved rhythmically beneath her phantom lovers as Albus pulled up a chair and watched her, his blue eyes twinkling in appreciation as the young witch went through the throes of intense sexual pleasure.

True, Albus had never cheated on Minerva sexually, but the old wizard did have one weakness. Voyuerism. He liked to watch.

Outside, the wizards watched the brilliant blue glow blaze steadily, not dimming once. Flitwick slumped in his chair dejectedly. He should have charmed his cock. If he got another chance, he’d be sure to do it. The Dark Arts teacher was staring at the bright blue light.

“Gods, what’s Albus doing to her?” Marcus breathed. He hadn’t thought the Headmaster had enough oomph left to even get wood, much less use it.

Severus looked at the Dark Arts teacher, smirking unpleasantly.

“Obviously, the right thing Mr. Delaluci. He is going to be a hard act to follow,” he purred at the wizard, knowing full well Marcus was competitive in practically everything.

Marcus didn’t reply. He simply scowled and continued watching the light.

Hermione orgasmed with a screech and Albus was treated to seeing the gush of fluid fly out of the witch.

“Oh my word,” he groaned, shaking his head. If he were seventy-five years younger, he might have considered having a go with the witch despite Minerva. She certainly was responsive.

Sweat poured from Hermione’s body as the spell continued full force...she was panting now, her body undulating, pelvis thrusting as she moaned. Her hair was plastered to her face, and Albus’ gaze plastered to her body. The witch came again, with a groan this time, and the Headmaster saw the light flicker. Deciding that was enough pleasure, he stood and removed the spell from the panting witch. Hermione fell still, her breasts rising and falling from her efforts.

“Headmaster...” she panted up at him. “You must teach me that spell.”

Albus smiled and shook his head.

“No. It is restricted my dear, and with good reason...with such a spell you would never have a reason to have a relationship with a real wizard...or two,” he replied. He scourgified Hermione and patted her hand. Her light began to dim.

“I must go my dear,” Albus said, “your next savior will be in after a moment.”

“Goodbye, Headmaster,” Hermione whispered after him as she felt the lust surging again. Would this spell ever end?

Albus exited the room, every eye on him curiously, except Severus who seemed a million kilometers away.

The wizard looked cool as a cucumber, as if he hadn’t expended a bit of energy.

“Who would have thought the old coot had so much staying power,” Draco whispered to his father.

Lucius looked at Albus skeptically.

“More than likely he used a spell on the witch,” the wizard replied, “As delectable as Miss Granger is, I highly doubt the Headmaster would physically touch her, though I am sure he derived some pleasure from their interaction. He is a man after all.”

Filch leapt off of his chair and hobbled quickly toward the bedroom.

“My turn,” he rasped, already tugging at his trousers before he even entered the door. All of the wizards grimaced as he opened the door and hurriedly hunched through it, slamming it behind him.

Harry dropped his head in his hands, shuddering.

“Oh Hermione,” he sighed.

“Aha, witch. I’ve got you! I’ve got you now...heh heh!” Filch gloated, approaching the bed, drooling, his stringy hair swinging wildly as he struggled with his pants.

Hermione stiffened the moment she heard his voice. Her amber eyes turned toward the hunched, arthritic squib with horror.

“No!” she protested weakly, her indicator light dropping.

“Oh yes,” Filch breathed, pulling down his dirty trousers to show a dingy pair of tidy whities. Hermione writhed in the bed, but not from desire as the caretaker drew down his underwear, revealing the thinnest most knobbly cock Hermione had ever seen. The head was large but the rest of it was thin and twisted. Filch’s cock was as arthritic as the rest of him. He shuffled towards the bed, and Hermione’s light almost went completely out as she fell completely unconscious.

Filch saw the light and didn’t care as he climbed into the bed, working his old body between Hermione’s legs.

“You could be dead and I’d still fuck you,” the caretaker breathed, falling forward.

Suddenly the door opened and Marcus strode in. He took one look at the light and hauled Filch off of the witch.

“What are you trying to do? Kill her, Filch?” the wizard seethed, his eyes flicking to black in his anger.

“Trying to get a piece is all,” Filch said as Marcus released him.

“She obviously doesn’t want you touching her, so get the fuck out,” the Dark Arts teacher said, his fist balling up. He’d beat the shit out of the old bastard if he had to.

“It’s not fair,” Filch complained, drawing up his dingy drawers, then his trousers. “Everyone else got a go.”

“She didn’t react to them like she did you,” Marcus said, watching the old squib with distaste. He didn’t blame the witch. Filch was disgusting. The old caretaker hobbled toward the door, his face contorted with hatred as he looked back at the bed for a moment, then exited.

Marcus sat down on the edge of the bed and caressed Hermione’s face gently.

“Hermione. Hermione wake up. Filch is gone,” he said softly.

The contact strengthened Hermione and she opened her eyes. They were fearful at first.

“It’s me, Marcus. The wizard you’ve turned down on numerous occasions,” he said, grinning at the witch a bit victoriously. “Seems fate had other plans for us, witch.”

Hermione looked up at the wizard, who flicked his violet eyes at her and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Marcus,” she said weakly.

The wizard nodded, then leaned over and kissed the witch deeply, coaxing a response out of her. Marcus was quite a good kisser, and the blue light began to glow brightly as Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed for several minutes, the wizard enjoying her reaction to him. It was clear he affected her, and that was exactly what he wanted. He broke the kiss.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes full of desire. Marcus’ eyes swept over her full breasts, small waist and full hips.

“Mmmm,” he growled, standing up and pulling out his wand. He quickly divestoed his clothing and stood before Hermione naked. Marcus was very well-built with a broad chest and tight abdominal muscles. His cock was about nine inches long...quite a hung wizard. He had very muscular thighs as well. But he had a special gift.

Hermione’s eyes washed over the wizard appreciatively, falling on his organ hungrily.
Marcus smiled at her.

“Is it big enough? Or would you like it bigger?” he asked the witch, who looked up at him with her brows furrowed.

“Bigger?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

“Yes, bigger,” he replied, concentrating. Suddenly, before the witch’s eyes, the wizard’s cock noticably lengthened and thickened.

“Oh my gods,” she whispered, looking up at Marcus, whose eyebrows were raised.

“I bet if you knew I could do this, you wouldn’t have turned me down,” he grinned at her. “A gift from an ancestor. He gave me a telescoping cock to go with my telescoping eyes.”

He looked down at her.

“I think it’s time for you to get out of that bed,” he said in a low voice.

The wizard leaned down and picked the witch up easily, and began to walk across the room with her.

“You know, I always had this fantasy about you,” Marcus said as he walked, Hermione staring into his face as if hypnotized. “I would imagine catching you in some out of the way corridor, lifting your robes and fucking you against a wall. Now...this isn’t a corridor...”

Marcus pressed Hermione’s back against the cool stone wall, fitting himself between her thighs.

“...but this is a wall,” he breathed, kissing the witch again.

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A/N: Whoo. Flitwich, Albus and Filch down. Brrrr. Again, I have no word count. Am babysitting at my son’s house...three kids. Sigh. Well, anyway I am going to code this out and put it up. Please review.