The Education of Miss Granger

A/N: Slash in this one. It's a strange and shocking slash too. Also, my first time writing slash so be gentle? See bottom.


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The Dorm Exam


Hermione had had a full day of classes and duties, and was extremely tired. The boys were down at the Quidditch pitch, training the new team, and she was grateful for that. Ever since the other night, they had gotten to whispering to each other, only to stop and look guilty if she caught them. She knew what they were talking about, and they knew that she knew. It was an odd stalemate, and Hermione missed her boys, almost enough that she regretted the other night.

Almost.

Because she could not find it in herself to regret something so delicious. Her body still got shivers every time she thought about that night. Every time she passed the couch in the Common Room, she would stare at it longingly, running her eyes over the fabric, remembering the way it had felt against her naked skin. More importantly, though, she thought about how the boys, her boys, had felt against her naked skin. She got wet at just the thought of how forceful Ron had been and how, in turn, cautious Harry was towards her. She had always thought it would have been the other way around, however she had forgotten about Ron’s temper. Therefore, it seemed to reason that he would be the aggressive one.

But then again, Harry wasn’t exactly the most serene guy she had ever met.

She shook her head, walking up the stairs to the dorm rooms when she heard something strange coming from the male sixth year dorms. It sounded like someone was having sex in there. But it was a weird sound, because there were no feminine moans of satisfaction, only two very male, very aroused voices.

She couldn’t help herself. She knew she shouldn’t have, but she had. She went to the door and cast a Silencio Charm on the door so that it made no noise when she opened it. She slowly opened the door and stepped inside, not really knowing what she was doing.

What she saw was the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed.

Dean Thomas was laying on his back while Seamus Finnegan stretched out on top of him, the two boys both naked and rubbing their hard dicks against each other. Their cocks were weeping, lubricating the boys as their cocks twitched against each other’s. Seamus was clearly the dominant in the relationship. He had Dean’s hands raised above his head, his hands clenched tightly around Dean’s wrists. Seamus was snarling down at his mate, his face contorted as he spoke harshly to him in his Irish lilt.

“You like that, you fucking poof? You like feeling my hard cock against yours, huh, you nasty pervert? Yeah, you’re my little bitch, aren’t you?” Seamus gave a particularly hard thrust, causing the ebony boy underneath him to buck up into his movements. “Yeah, you’re just like a girl. A cock hungry whore is all you are.”

Hermione felt herself getting wet. Not only was the imagery doing it for her, but hearing Seamus’ harsh words were turning her on as well. She always knew the Irishman had a temper on him, but she didn’t know he was this aggressive. She sorely wished to be the lucky one underneath him.
She realized her hand was creeping down to what lay under her skirt and that she didn’t want to stop it.

As the boys thrusted against each other, Hermione couldn’t help it. She had reached the waist band of her skirt and she slowly slid her hand inside, brushing up against the elastic of her knickers. She slid her hand inside her underwear to find her throbbing clit. She shudders at the feeling, trying not to make any sounds. She reached further down to find her juices and spread them around her opening, then slickening her clit she began to rub herself off again.

Seamus was now ravaging Dean’s mouth, his tongue dipping into his friend’s mouth and roughly claiming it as his own. Seamus swallowed Dean’s moan and grunts, delighting in the way he could turn his friend on so completely. Seamus pulled back and smirked at his friend and slowly inched his hand down to his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around the hard member.

“You get so hard for me. I know I’m the only one that makes you feel this way. Say it, Thomas. Say that you’re mine.” Seamus growled down at Dean as he gripped harder on his cock, causing his friend to throw his head back and groan. “Say it!”

“You’re the only one. The only . . oh Merlin . . . the only one that makes me feel like this.” Dean bucked into Seamus’ hand, his cock twitching uncontrollably. “I belong to you. Merlin, I’m gonna come!” Dean screwed his eyes shut tight and arched his head back. Hermione began rubbing herself harder at this, thinking she would come and then dash. Seamus smirked and started stroking his friend hard, rough and long, squeezing at the very head of his cock. Dean bucked into Seamus’ pumping hand three more times before thick ropes of come sprayed out of his cock, coating Seamus’ hand, and both their stomach.

Hermione came too, closing her eyes ever so slightly. She shook from head to toe, the orgasm so intense that, if not for fear of discovery, she would have melted to the floor. She slowly opened her eyes only to find Dean’s dark ones boring holes into her own.

“What are you looking at?” Seamus asked his lover and then turned around, jumping off Dean when he saw Hermione standing there. He then saw that Hermione’s hand was still down her skirt. Thoughts flew through his head, wicked thoughts involving the three of them. He smirked at Hermione and she knew she was done for.

“Well, who would have guessed that little Miss Perfect likes to watch?” Hermione knew that tone. That was the tone of voice he had gotten when he had dominated Dean. Hermione looked over at Dean, who seemed to have changed from the submissive sex toy he had been into a man who wanted to dominate her. He was still lying on his bed, his dick soft and spent. It was still rather long, though, and she suddenly flashed back to the way Zabini had looked and how his dick was big even when it was soft. His body still had come on it, but he didn’t seem to care, regarding her with a cold look.

“I wonder if she’d like to join in as much as she seems to like watching.” Dean’s voice came out malicious and cold, giving her pause and wondering if this was the same boy from mere moments ago.

“Yes, I do wonder.” Seamus answered as he continued to stroke himself, causing Hermione to realize her hand was still down her skirt. She forcefully removed it, causing the two boys to laugh as Seamus took another step forward.

Hermione swallowed. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you think we’re talking about? It seems pretty obvious to me, right Seamus?” The two boys wore matching grins and Hermione almost smiled. They reminded her so much like Malfoy and Zabini; one so pale and one so dark. Only, Hermione was almost positive that the two Slytherins didn’t bugger each other.

The sound of the lock clicking shut was almost imperceptible, yet Hermione heard it just the same and turned, gripping the door knob and pulling.

“Don’t bother, Hermione. Only the caster can open it.” She swallowed and slowly turned to see Dean twirling his wand. Her eyes shifted back to Seamus who still had his hand wrapped around his cock.

“What are you guys planning on doing?” She asked, her voice trembling. She had never seen the two boys acting like this in the whole time she had known them and it scared her. It scared her to know she was locked in a room with two strong men who were acting completely out of character. Something in her trembling voice gave Seamus pause and he furrowed his brow.

“Mione are you . . . scared?” Seamus asked, concern evident in his voice. She looked him dead in the eye.

“I don’t know. Should I be?”

Dean sat up. “No, you shouldn’t be. We won’t do anything you don’t want.” Her eyes had followed over to him when he started talking and then they shifted back to Seamus whose cock had not deflated in the slightest. She realized with a start that she was still extremely turned on by watching them fool around and that she enjoyed the way they were treating her. She took a few steps towards them then stopped, a slow grin spreading across her face.

“Maybe I want you to do what you’re thinking of doing.” Seamus raised an eyebrow, his hand slowly wrapping around himself again.

“Oh really? And how do you know what we’re thinking off?” He looked over his shoulder at Dean. “Want to do the honors?” Dean smiled and flicked his wand at Hermione, Vanishing her clothing. She gasped, realizing that she was still wet, the air of the dorm tickling her and hardening her nipples.

Dean smiled and stood up, his eyes raking over her luscious body. “Why don’t you come over here?” Hermione licked her lips as her eyes fell on Dean’s semi-erect penis. She walked over to him, kneeling down once she was in front of him. Seamus turned around to watch, keeping as firm a grip on his dick as he could.

Hermione flicked her tongue out slowly, running it over the head of Dean’s prick. He moaned, grabbing at her hair for support. Hermione pulled back and blew, sending a hot current of air over him. Seamus came around behind her and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples from behind.

Hermione ran her tongue down the throbbing vein that ran the length of Dean’s shaft, arching her back and pushing against Seamus’ body. He just smiled and pulled closer to her, watching as she took his lover’s entire cock down deep into her throat.

“Look at that, Dean. Look at how easily she swallows you. She’s such a fucking whore.” Dean fisted her hair, holding her mouth steady against his pelvic bone. Her eyes began to water and she rolled them up to Dean’s face so he could see what he was doing to her. She was having trouble breathing and felt like she was going to choke. She began to gag and Dean reluctantly let her go, causing her to slump back against Seamus’ body.

The two boys smirked evilly at each other over her head, Seamus pushing on her shoulders and helping her to lie down on the floor.

“Trust us, dear, you’ll love this,” Dean said as he spread Hermione’s legs, staring hungrily at her soaked and throbbing opening before slowly lowering himself and climbing on top of her. She looked up at him in a daze, her throat still feeling scratched and stretched out. He bent his head down to lick her nipple, drawing it in between his teeth. She grasped at his head, holding his mouth down to her breast. His lips curled into a smile against her breast and he unexpectedly thrust into her in one, swift movement, burying himself inside her as far as he could go. She cried out, arching her back off the floor.

He pulled out of her, only to poise his tip at her entrance, when he thrust into her again seconds later, as crushing and bruisingly has he had done before. She screamed out again and Dean grinned, picking up the pace and fucking her fast and hard.

“Oh, God, that looks so good,” Hermione turned her head to look at Seamus, finding him stroking himself to the rhythm and cadence of Dean’s thrusts, his angry, red prick leaking pre-come onto the floor of the dorm. Seamus turned those eyes on hers and smirked. He moved so that his prick was right in front of her mouth, Hermione knowing what he wanted.

She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out, swirling it around Seamus’ tip while Dean continued to thrust inside her. Seamus grabbed on to her head and groaned, trying to force himself inside her mouth. He only pushed half of himself in, just enough to get his cock nice and wet. Hermione groaned when he slid it out and walked around to stand behind Dean.

Dean had slowed down his thrusts, slowly pushing into Hermione. Seamus crouched down behind Dean and spread his cheeks, rubbing his cockhead along Dean’s crack. Hermione widened her eyes as she realized what was going to happen. None of the other boys had done this. This was completely different and –

Oh!

Seamus’ hard thrust into his lover caused Dean to bury himself into Hermione up to the root again, hitting her cervix and causing her to scream.

“That’s it. I want you both screaming for me.” Seamus panted as he began to savagely fuck Dean’s ass, slapping his ass cheeks occasionally. Hermione wasn’t quite sure she had ever seen anything so hot, so arousing in her whole life. Seamus reached a hand down to Hermione clit and began flicking it in time with his thrusts, hard and rough. She arched against the floor, banging her shoulders against the floorboards as Seamus fucked Dean, causing Dean to push himself harder and faster into Hermione. Seamus pinched Hermione’s clit and she yelled, coming off the floor as she climaxed, her pussy soaking Dean’s cock and clenching tight around it.

“Oh shit!” Dean yelled. Seamus started to really lay into Dean now, to the point where Seamus was causing Dean to continue his thrusting for him. Hermione was coming down from her climax when she suddenly felt Dean go limp, screaming and flooding her body with his come.

“That’s how I like it. Watching you two like that. You’re both just dirty, little slags.” Seamus slapped Dean’s ass, his balls slapping against his cheeks. He groaned as Dean’s ass tightened around him from his orgasm, threatening to push him out. Seamus could feel his peak coming on, his body tightening. “Oh fuck yeah!” Seamus groaned as he came, pulling his cock out so his come shot wildly on Dean’s back and Hermione’s chest. His cock spasmed as load after thick load landed on the two Gryffindors until, finally, he was finished. He slumped down, his cock slowly sliding out of Dean’s ass. Seamus backed off of Dean, who was then able to slowly slide out of Hermione. Dean rested his head on her stomach, the sticky mess of Seamus’ come decorating his back and her chest.

“Oh Gods. That was … oh.” Hermione said, dazed and tired. Dean chuckled, the vibrations going down into Hermione’s body.

“Feel free to come up here and watch whenever you want, love.” Seamus said from where he rested on the ground, sweaty and exhausted.


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A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed that. Sorry it took a while. The next chapter might take a while to bang out....get it? ... but it'll be really good. It'll showcase the return of some much needed Slytherin loving for our dear Hermione, plus an unexpected guest for our beloved heroine to fuck. Guess who?