Doom of Umbridge

To describe harry one would most probably say he was strong confident and powerful.

Rita simply watched her quick quill describe him as OH god Oh god oh god.

She felt him pulse with in her. I torrent of hot spunk began to fill her already overflowing pussy.

He was an absolute monster. A beautiful devil. Ever since the tri wizard cup she had suffered wrath.

Whenever he felt the need he would simply use her like a tissue and throw her away afterwards. After 2 years of pounding her arse was moulded perfectly for his use.

Sad really. Normally she would do the fucking. But Harry was her boss now and forever.

With one last hard thrust she felt the last spurt of his cum. He stepped back and apperated away. Leaving her bent over her couch. Thick cum dripping onto the floor.

The quick quote quill stopped after writing. "I am his bitch, please use me again soon".

Hermione finished her work out.

The 7th year Gryffindor beaters may be dumb as paint but their bats were huge. She smiled at her little joke.

She showered washing her perspiration and their fluids from her body.

The Slytherin 5th year made sure her back was clean. Sadly, for him, his tool was not large enough to clean her arse so she refilled his.

She just sent the boy away when Harry apperated onto the couch.

"I wouldn't sit their if I was you" she smirked to him.

"After what I've had to do in my life your fluids or even another boy's fluids, or even blood, vomit or shit. I can deal with it"

Hermione deflated. And sat in the wet patch beside him.

"What brings you to my play pen harry?"

"Well I was I the neighbourhood, having just taken my Ron frustrations out on Rita when I thought it would be nice to chat with you."

"You are not putting your bad boy into me after that bitch, not even if it would feel the best."

Harry smiled and kissed her on the nose "I really do wish to just talk"

Hermione crawled towards the door, her legs were numb from the waist down.

"If that's 'just want to talk' then I don't think I could survive 'I just want to fuck'."

Hermione steadied herself by pulling herself up the door. She turned and looked at Harry, fully dressed not a hair out place, nor any sign that he'd just spent the last 3 hours fucking his best friend.

Hermione was still panting and trudged over to the couch, copious amounts of his fluid running down her thighs and dripping on the floor.

"Well as I was say" Harry looked at her "before I was crudely interrupted."

Hermonie fainted.