A Debt Repaid

The next day was a Thursday. Hermione and Anna slept late, missing breakfast and almost being late for Potions. Hermione went through the day in a daze, exhausted from the night before. Anna again ignored Hermione for most of the day, making her wonder what was in store for that evening.

After the final class that day, Hermione headed back to Gryffindor tower. She lay down on her bed, fully intending to only close her eyes for a moment. The next thing she knew, Anna was shaking her awake.

“Huh?” she sat up, confused. The room was starting to dim. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost five,” Anna said, “come with me.”

Hermione rose and followed Anna downstairs to the common room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The room appeared to be deserted, but as she drew closer to the fireplace, she saw Ron and Neville lounging on the couch.

“Where is everybody?” Hermione asked.

Ron turned at the sound of her voice. “They’re all down at the Quiddich pitch watching the team practice.”

“Why aren’t you guys down there, then?” Hermione asked, looking quizzically between the two boys.

“Well,” said Neville, standing, and stepping toward the girls, “Anna said it would be worth our while to stay behind this time.” He ran one finger down Hermione’s face, across her throat, and down into the space between her breasts.

Hermione glanced quickly at Anna, who was smirking back at her. Hermione shrugged. She was past being surprised at anything Anna cooked up. She smiled at the boys. She had always been attracted to Ron (everybody loves ginger boys!) and lately, Neville had been working out and was starting to look pretty good.

The two guys immediately started to strip. Hermione looked to her mistress for permission. At Anna’s nod, she stripped off her skirt and top, kicking off her shoes. She left her thigh-high stockings on.

“This has got to be quick,” said Anna, “the practice ends in an hour.”

Hermione shivered in the chill air and moved to lay on the rug in front of the fire. Neville knelt between her legs as Ron positioned himself over her face. Hermione gasped as Neville began to lick her pussy. Where had he learned that from? He was GOOD!

Ron took advantage of her open mouth and slid his cock between her lips. Throwing his head back, he moaned as Hermione sucked hard and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. With her other hand, she stroked Ron’s thigh gently, then slid it around his leg and slipped one finger into his ass, pressing hard on his prostate. Ron jerked and gasped.

“Gods, Hermione,” he nearly shouted, “where the fuck did you learn that?”

Hermione just laughed and pressed it again, making Ron jerk and curse again.

Between her legs, Neville had gotten her very worked up with his ministrations, and was now preparing to fuck her. Leaning onto his elbow, he peered around Ron’s ass at Hermione. “Hermione,” he said, making her open her eyes, which had been closed in bliss as she sucked Ron’s 7-inch dick, “look at me. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

Hermione continued to lick at Ron’s cock as she looked at Neville’s face. Neville slowly slid himself into her pussy and smiled at the look of ecstasy on her face. He began pumping quickly. Hermione’s eyes slid closed, her whole body quivered, and a guttural moan emerged from her throat.

Neville centered himself and focused on the work at hand. He could see Hermione’s head bobbing on Ron’s cock and her finger sliding in and out of his ass. Sliding his hand up her soft belly, Neville cupped one breast, pinching the nipple sharply. Hermione gasped softly and arched her back, lifting her breasts for easier access. Just then, Ron began to tremble and Hermione knew he was about to cum. She sucked even harder as he came, swallowing every salty drop as he shot into her mouth.

Ron collapsed sideways off Hermione onto the rug. He lay there panting. Hermione ignored him and focused on Neville. Neville leaned forward onto Hermione’s body and she put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, kissing him hard.

Neville pounded his cock into Hermione harder and harder. After a moment, they both began to climax. Hermione threw her head back, panting and moaning loudly. Neville buried his head in her breasts, groaning.

“By the gods, Neville, yes!” screamed Hermione. Her whole body shook as she came, bucking her hips wildly against him. Neville shot his load into her convulsing pussy, panting, “Take it, you hot little slut!”

Neville and Hermione lay in a hot, sweating heap for a moment before Hermione gently pushed Neville off her and stood, walking over to the armchair where Anna sat, a leg on each arm of the chair, playing with her clit. Hermione knelt before her. She dipped her fingers into the fluids dripping down her leg and offered them to Anna to taste. Anna licked her slave’s fingers delicately, making sure she didn’t miss a drop.

“Now it’s your turn, mistress,” Hermione whispered, lowering her head between Anna’s thighs.


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Later that night, Hermione lay in her bed alone, listening to the deep breathing of her roommates. This was turning out to be the best year yet at Hogwarts, but was it worth it? She didn’t want to be known as the school slut, but she was really enjoying all the sex she’d had this week.

“Oh well,” she thought, “it’s only a week.”

Sighing deeply, Hermione rolled over, stared into the darkness, and tried to sleep.