Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 5 ~ Continuance

“He threw me out without getting my chance!” Filch complained to Albus, who looked at him calmly. Harry was almost giddy with relief that the gnarled caretaker didn’t get a piece of Hermione.

“Argus,” Albus said, his brow furrowed, “The Spell Mistress’ indicator fell dangerously low when you entered the bedroom. Didn’t you notice?”

Filch’s face contorted as he lied.

“No sir, I didn’t,” he said.

Severus’ brow creased, but he remained silent. Anyone would have seen that light. Filch just hadn’t given a fuck. The witch could have died and he would have been panting over her. It was considered extremely bad form to hex a squib, but the Potions Master’s wand hand twitched just the same. If Filch had let Hermione die just as he discovered her charms, the caretaker would have suffered greatly.

“Well, apparently she was on the brink of death,” the Headmaster said, his eyes dark as he looked at the bent squib, “She most likely would have died if Mr. Delaluci did not take over. I’m sorry, Argus. It seems that despite the spell, Miss Granger still has her facilities, and she did not want you. Mr. Delaluci was correct to replace you.”

Argus scowled blackly at the Headmaster and hobbled off, opening the infirmary wall and exiting in a bad temper. No use loitering about. The witch’s opinion of him wasn’t likely to change. If he were a wizard, he could have used a glamor to make himself look more appealing, but he was a squib, and in the wizarding world squibs always got the short end of the wand or in this case, the cock. Grumbling, he headed out in search of students to terrify. There were still some small joys in life he could indulge in.

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Marcus hung Hermione’s legs over his arms, hooking her at the knees as he kissed her, rubbing his cock between her legs hungrily, making the witch squirm with need. Hermione kissed him so passionately it was as if she were trying to swallow down the wizard’s tongue. He pulled back from her mouth, gasping.

“Whoa, witch,” he said, his now black eyes very heated, “I’d like to keep my tonsils.”

Hermione went for his throat, and the wizard groaned at the feel of her soft lips moving over it as she moved against his body sensuously. Normally, Marcus would have dived right in...he rarely took much time getting to the goodies with any witch, but this was different. Hermione was like forbidden fruit, and somehow he had slipped into her garden. He wasn’t going to rush through the orchard now that she was ripe for picking. He leaned his head back and let the witch do as she wished, his eyes flicking to the blue light which was blazing nicely. Hermione’s small hands explored his muscular back, and Marcus flexed a little so she could feel his strength.

“You like?” he asked her, pressing against her core again, feeling her juices coating his cock and his nostrils flaring as he could smell her arousal. He trembled a bit against the urge to just slam all ten inches into the witch.

“Yes, I like,” Hermione purred against his throat. “Fuck me, Marcus.”

Well, so much for savoring.

Marcus pulled back his hips and reached between their bodies, lifting his cock and setting the head in her soft, wet depression, hissing as he did so.

“Damn, you’re hot and wet witch,” he breathed. Then he looked into her eyes and slowly pressed forward, groaning as he entered her slick, pulsing sleeve, her body caressing the length of his cock as he buried himself inside her.

“Oh...fuck yes,” Marcus sighed, kissing the witch again as he pulled back and thrust into her hard, making her moan into his mouth. He pulled back.

“I knew you’d be good,” he growled as he began to fuck her with long, deep, hard strokes, leaning his chest into hers, his muscular buttocks clenching and unclenching as he took his pleasure of the witch, pulling almost completely out of her before ramming back in. Hermoine loved it, and rolled her pelvis lustfully, making Marcus almost cry out as he rolled inside her.

“Damn,” he breathed, increasing his speed and pistoning into the witch full force, his eyes half-closed as he gazed into her face. Gods, Hermione looked so hot, so needy, her expression saying “more, Marcus, more,” and the wizard went into overdrive, slipping his hands behind her back to keep it from banging too hard into the wall as he pummeled her, Hermione’s body jerking up and own as the wizard bent his knees and drove upward into her cervix, biting his lip against the pleasure as Hermoine sang for him. She was quite a passionate little witch, and strong. Maybe it was the spell but by this time most witches would have been begging Marcus to let them go. Hermione was taking him and he loved it. He pulled her off the wall and still fucking her, walked over to a large beanbag, turned around and fell backwards on it, Hermione on top of him, still moving, still crying out in pleasure.

“You’ve been getting fucked the whole time,” Marcus breathed at her, “It’s time for you to do some fucking. Come on witch, get yours.”

Hermione didn’t have to be told twice as she grasped Marcus’ shoulders and went to town, riding him like a bucking hippogriff, the wizard making little sounds as her thighs slapped against his. The witch was glistening with sweat, his large hands slipping as he tried to hold on to her waist. Suddenly, Hermione orgasmed, her hot juices coating his cock and running over his loins.

“Oh yeah,” Marcus hissed, rolling her over on the beanbag and driving into her like a madman as she continued to climax, shrieking now as Marcus added another inch to his length, determined to be the best she had. Honestly, he really thought only two wizards could give him a real run...Severus and Lucius...and Severus had already gone. If he was good, he could wipe the dark wizard’s memory from the witch’s mind.

“Who’s the best so far?” he groaned, rising up on his hands and staring down at her, his hips rising and falling, slapping between her legs loudly as he buried his huge cock in the witch to the hilt.

Hermione gasped. She couldn’t answer that. She didn’t know. Severus and Firenze had been so good...and Marcus was so good...gods so good.

When Hermione didn’t answer him, Marcus stopped fucking her for a moment and flipped her over so she was face first in the soft vinyl of the bag, pulled her plump little ass up into the air and drove into her so hard, she slid, howling.

“Oh yeah...hammer time baby,” Marcus said, knowing he was approaching climax. He gripped Hermione’s shoulders so she wouldn’t slide and proceeded to fuck the witch as thoroughly as he could.

“You’re going to remember Marcus...,” he panted, watching her globes jiggle as he poured on the power, the witch’s back hunching upward as he pulled her downward into his stroke. “Maybe next time I ask you out...you’ll say yes...”

The light indicator was a brilliant blue and the wizard’s outside were sure Marcus wasn’t using any spells on the witch. He’d been in there almost an hour now, and the light had barely dimmed at all.

Severus was scowling slightly as he studied the indicator. Marcus must be making quite an impression on the Spells Mistress. Hopefully, not more than he had. The Potions Master had been thinking hard about how he could approach the witch again, and he didn’t want any competition. He looked at Albus, wondering if the old wizard planned to obliviate them or Hermione afterwards. He really didn’t want to forget his experience with her. It had been incredible. He didn’t want her to forget him either. She hadn’t experienced him completely, the spell shielding her. The dark wizard wanted at least one time with her at full capacity. The gods knew she might make it his last time but still, he wanted it anyway. Damn Marcus Delaluci.

Marcus had stood up with his arms wrapped under Hermione’s belly and was getting in his final, deep, body-shaking strokes, grunting as he fought to hold back the tide threatening to spill over. But Hermione took him over, coming strongly, the wizard letting out a hoarse cry as he climaxed, shuddering as his release blasted through him, falling back on the beanbag and clutching Hermione close, thrusting as he sought to get the last bit of sensation from her delicious body, his mouth slack and eyelids fluttering.

Marcus came a full two and a half minutes before the pulsing stopped and he slumped, Hermione falling back on his chest. The wizard lay there panting, his broad chest rising and falling as he kissed Hermione’s throat appreciatively.

“Damn, you are something else,” he rasped hoarsely against her ear. “If you get lonely witch, you just have to snap your fingers and I’ll be there ready to service you. No strings.”

Of course there would be no strings. Marcus was a womanizer and loved pussy more than anything. Hermione would just be one witch out of many, but still he would treat her right in the sack. He never did less than that with any woman. It was a matter of pride, not to mention enormous ego. However, Hermione knew how Marcus was, and had no illusions about the wizard. Good as he was, when it came right down to it, Marcus Delaluci was an opportunist and a pig.

The wizard leaned Hermione forward and managed to rise, pulling the witch up and walking her back to the bed. He helped her in, then leaned down, picked up his wand and scourgified her, then himself. The indicator was already beginning to dim.

“My turn!” Ron said excitedly, rising and nearly running into the bedroom, Harry frowning after him.

The red-haired wizard was brought up short at seeing Marcus standing over the bed naked, looking down at Hermione who was smiling at him. Ron couldn’t help noticing how large the wizard’s organ was, even deflated. Suddenly, he felt very, very inadequate.

Marcus looked at him with a smirk.

“Didn’t waste any time, did you Weasley?” he asked the wizard as he magically dressed. “Well, she’s still primed....trust me. We’re lucky we didn’t blow the light completely out.”

There was a bit of boast in the teacher’s voice that Ron didn’t miss as Marcus strode past him.

The wizard looked back.

“Good luck. She’s might come in a little package, but she’s a whole lot of witch,” Marcus grinned at him before opening the door and exiting...leaving the two alone.

Ron looked down at Hermione. Gods, she was beautiful.

“Ron?” Hermione said, feeling herself going under again.

“Yeah, Hermione...it’s me,” the wizard replied. “I’m here to help you.”

“But Ron, what about Susan? Your wife?” Hermione asked him, her indicator beginning to dim, “If you do this, you will be unfaithful to her...and you love her Ron...I know you do.”

Ron looked at his friend and the object of his fantasies for years.

“Yes, Hermione...I do love her...but...but I’ve wanted you for years,” he said hoarsely, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I love you too.”

“It’s different, Ron,” she whispered, “It wouldn’t be right. None of the other wizards are married. None of them are breaking their vows to help me.”

Ron’s eyes glistened.

“But...Hermione,” he said, shaking his head as he looked at her. “This is my only chance to have you.”

Hermione’s light dimmed even more.

“You always have me, Ron,” she said softly, her eyes growing heavy, “Just not like this. I’m sorry...I really am Ron, but if we did this...I would feel horrible when I next saw your wife. And so would you afterwards...I know you Ron. You’re a good husband. Don’t ruin it for a fantasy.”

Ron’s shoulders slumped as the door opened and Lucius Malfoy walked in.

“Out, Mr. Weasley. Apparently you’re not what the healer ordered,” Lucius said, his gray eyes flicking from him to the witch in the bed. Hermione looked at the senior Malfoy and the indicator light flared up. Lucius smirked.

Ron scowled at Hermione’s reaction to the dark wizard.

“So you’d rather fuck him than me. He’s married too, in case you didn’t know. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Fine, Hermione. Just fucking fine!” Ron said, storming out the door and leaving her alone with Lucius.

Lucius looked after him, then at Hermione.

“Weasleys. Completely without grace,” he commented. “In my case, being ‘married’ is relative. Narcissa and I have a fairly open relationship. We both take lovers on occasion. It keeps our marriage fresh.”

Any reservations Hermione might have had were instantly erased at this statement. She had heard about Lucius’ conquests. Since he had been a deatheater, more than likely Narcissa had come to terms with his dalliances and had a few of her own.

Lucius’ eyes washed over Hermione’s body. She was small but well-stacked. He was going to enjoy this.

So my dear, it seems I have to make up for my son’s bad showing,” the wizard said, setting his silver tipped cane against the wall and walking toward the bed.

Hermione’s eyes washed over him, focusing on his head.

“Your hair. You have such beautiful hair,” she sighed.

Lucius studied her for a moment, then slowly reached behind his head and removed the leather tie holding his long blonde locks in place, arranging it so it fell over his shoulders.

“Is that better witch?” he asked her as the blue light threatened to blind them both for a moment.

“Yessssss,” Hermione hissed, her eyes locked to the wizard.

Lucius began to undress....slowly as the blue light flickered like a Christmas bulb about to explode.

For Hermione, it really did feel like Christmas.

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A/N: Poor Ron. He really got pissed, refusing to acknowledge he was a married man and had no business here. Typical Ron, avoiding the real issues. Marcus was hot, wasn’t he? Yum. Pig or not, he has it going on. Lol. Well, please review