A Debt Repaid

Hermione woke late that Friday, hitting the snooze button on her alarm clock three times before dragging herself out of bed. She skipped breakfast, drinking coffee instead in a vain attempt to wake herself. Anna found her sitting miserably on the steps, her mug cradled between her hands, her head drooping.

“What’s wrong?” Anna said, concerned.

“I’m just worn out,” Hermione said, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“You’ve been such a good little slave,” said Anna kindly, lifting Hermione’s chin with one finger and kissing her lips gently. “Why don’t you head back up to bed and skip Potions. I’ll tell Professor Snape you’re ill.”

Hermione smiled wanly and nodded. She stood and wandered back upstairs toward Gryffindor Tower, leaving her coffee mug behind on the step. The house-elves would take care of it. When she got back to her room, she immediately stripped off her uniform, leaving it crumpled into a pile on the floor, and collapsed naked on her bed, falling asleep almost immediately.


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She woke several hours later, feeling very refreshed. She looked at the clock and realized it was almost time for lunch. Hermione sat up and stretched. Slipping off the bed, she picked her uniform up off the floor and dressed quickly. Anna would be upset if Hermione didn’t meet her for lunch.

She almost ran down the steps to the Great Hall. She felt so much better after her rest, and her mood had vastly improved. She spotted Anna immediately upon entering the room and plopped down beside her. Anna grinned as she watched Hermione begin to pile her plate with food.

“Feeling better?” she laughed.

“Yes, mistress,” Hermione mumbled through a mouthful of turkey sandwich, “much better.”

“I told Professor Snape you were ill,” Anna remarked flippantly, “he said to meet him in the Great Hall at 8:30 tonight and he’d catch you up on what you missed.”

Hermione stopped mid-chew and looked up. Anna ignored her, taking a huge bite of a roll, but Hermione thought she saw an odd gleam in her mistress’s eye. Deciding she was imagining things, Hermione went back to her meal, missing Anna’s quick smirk at Hermione’s reaction.


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At 8:15 that evening, Hermione was slouched at a table in the Gryffindor common room with a pile of books and papers in front of her, catching up on her homework. She hadn’t exactly had ample time for schoolwork the past week.

Someone cleared their throat. Hermione looked up. Anna stood in front of the table, staring at her watch. She looked up at Hermione and cocked one eyebrow. Hermione sat up quickly and looked at her watch in surprise.

“Oh, I didn’t realize how late it was,” she said, gathering up her papers.

“Get going,” Anna said firmly.

Hermione rushed upstairs, dumped her schoolbooks and papers haphazardly onto her bed, and ran back down. Anna met her at the bottom of the stairs and accompanied her to the Great Hall.

Hermione entered the Great Hall quietly. Anna slipped in behind her and closed the door, murmuring “colloportis,” the locking charm.

Professor Snape stood with his back to them, looking into the fire. He turned as they approached, nodding at Anna, and to Hermione’s surprise, smiling at the girls.

“Good evening, Professor,” said Anna. She strode up to him and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him firmly on the lips. Hermione’s mouth dropped open in shock as she saw Anna’s mouth open, her hand snaking into Professor Snape’s thick, black hair.

Ending the kiss, Anna turned and laughed at the look on Hermione’s face.

“We’ve been fucking for months,” she explained, “ever since that night at the beginning of term that I got detention for talking in class.”

“My little Annie promised me a few hours with you in return for an excellent grade at the end of term,” said Snape.

Hermione didn’t know what to think – Snape smiling, cheerful, sleeping with a student, calling her pet names! Hermione felt a quick stab of jealousy. She wished Anna had told her what was going on. Shrugging off the feeling, she smiled softly at Snape. Grabbing the sleeve of Anna’s robe, she pulled her over and whispered in her ear, “I don’t think I can fuck a teacher, Anna.”

Without hesitation, Anna backhanded Hermione hard across the face, knocking her into a nearby table.

“You’ll do as you’re told, slut!” she spat.

Hermione pushed her hair out of her face, fighting back tears. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered.

Snape watched the two girls, a huge grin on his face.

Anna turned to him, ignoring Hermione as she straightened her clothes and hair. “What would you like to do first?” she asked.

“I want to see her body first,” said Snape, “then decide what to do from there.”

Anna smirked. “Hermione” she barked, “get those clothes off!”

Hermione stripped quickly and stood nervously in front of the pair as they leered at her body, Snape especially. His eyes roamed over her body, from her perfectly shaped legs, over the pink cleft between her thighs, up her belly, and lingering on her lovely breasts, the dusky mauve nipples hard in the chilly air of the Hall. A large bruise was forming on her arm from where she had fallen against the table and Snape could see several more bruises across her body, evidence of the week’s activities. Her thighs especially were black and blue. Taking her shoulder, he turned her around and confirmed his suspicions that her ass was even more bruised. Anna had been telling him each morning about the previous night’s activities, and he begged her to allow him to take part.

Pulling Hermione into his body, Snape buried his head in her hair, breathing in her scent. He wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear, “I’ve always wanted you, ever since that first day in my class where you raised your hand to every single question.” He chuckled and felt Hermione begin to relax. “It’ll be ok,” he murmured, kissing her neck. She relaxed even more and turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

He was a surprisingly good kisser. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and Hermione immediately responded, melting into his arms and pulling him close. Running her fingers through his hair, she realized that it was not, as she had expected, greasy, but was soft and thick. Hermione pressed her nude body against him. She could feel his erection growing under his robes. Slipping her hand under the robe, she rubbed his cock through his pants, making him moan against her mouth.

She felt Anna come up behind her. “This is one thing you won’t get to experience alone,” she breathed into Hermione’s ear, “you have to share this one!” She embraced Hermione from behind, stroking her breasts with one hand and sliding the other between her legs. Hermione could feel her body against her back; she was nude.

Hermione broke the kiss and pulled back, breathing hard. She looked at Snape with smoldering eyes – she had never realized before how sexy he was. She and Anna began removing his clothes, kissing each inch of flesh as it was revealed. Finally, Snape stood in his boxers before the two girls. Hermione reached for his waistband, but Anna grabbed her hand. She retrieved her wand from where she had left it on a table and cast a cushioning charm on the area of stone floor in front of the fireplace.

“On your knees,” she ordered Hermione, who dropped to her knees without hesitation. Hermione looked to her mistress for permission. Anna nodded her approval, smiling knowingly. Hermione raised both hands to the waistband of Snape’s boxers and pulled them down. Her eyes widened as his penis was revealed. It was by far the largest cock Hermione had ever seen. Not especially long, but enormously thick.

“Oh, my…” said Hermione wonderingly, inciting a chuckle from both Snape and Anna.

“Well,” said Snape, “are you just going to stare or are you going to suck it?”

Hermione wasted no time. She dove onto the cock, slurping and sucking almost frantically. Snape groaned, throwing his head back. Anna pulled his head down to hers, kissing him deeply. His hands roamed her body, stroking her soft skin gently. His hand drifted down to her pussy and he parted its lips, slipping one finger between them to stroke her clit. She groaned loudly and thrust her hips into his hand.

Hermione popped off his cock, licking her lips hungrily. “Yummy!” she said, grinning up at him. He laughed and took her hand, pulling her up to stand behind him. He held one girl in each arm, looking back and forth between them. He couldn’t believe his luck, to have two beautiful young girls, his for the taking. He decided to focus on Hermione. He’d had Anna before and it was always wonderful, but Hermione was something new.

Releasing Anna, he turned Hermione around and bent her over the table, admiring the sweet curve of her ass. He dipped two fingers into her pussy. He was not surprised to find it wet and hot. She was ready for him. Withdrawing his fingers, he smeared her juices over her asshole. Hermione half-turned to look at him. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Snape slapped her ass hard. “Turn around,” he ordered, “and hold the sides of the table.” Hermione obeyed.

Taking his cock in his hand, Snape pressed the head against her asshole gently. He felt Hermione tense up, and stroked her back and hair gently until she relaxed again, then he pressed forward once more. He entered her slowly, allowing her time to acclimate. He stopped few a few moments once he was fully inside her, then began thrusting gently.

To her surprise, Hermione felt her body begin to respond to the sensation. She relaxed further, allowing Snape to begin thrusting harder. Her body trembled and she began to pant. “Oh, P-p-professor…” she breathed.

Snape laughed and lay his body over hers, sliding his hands around to squeeze her breasts. “You like that, don’t you, you little whore,” he said, “I never pegged you for the slut, but you love this!”

“Yes, Professor!” cried Hermione, lifting her ass to meet his cock as he thrust into her.

Anna had stood back by herself and watched until this point, but she decided to join in now. She climbed onto the table in front of Hermione, spreading her legs and positioning herself so that her pussy was directly in front of Hermione’s face. She began fingering herself as she watched her two lovers fucking.

After a few minutes, Snape pulled out. He performed a mild cleansing charm on his dick to clean it up. He helped Hermione turn over on the table and pulled her feet up onto his shoulders, spreading her legs open. He stood looking down at her, covered in sweat, her breasts heaving, before slowly sliding his cock into her pussy.

He fucked her hard, moving the heavy table several centimeters with each thrust, almost knocking Anna off the table. To maintain her balance, she flipped over and held onto the table with both hands, positioning her pussy over Hermione’s willing mouth. Hermione began lapping at her mistress hungrily. Anna began to orgasm quickly, and Hermione followed soon after. She knew Snape was close to climax by the sounds he made, when to her surprise, he pulled out and slapped her rump.

“Let’s go, girls,” he said, “on your knees.”

The two girls scrambled off the table and knelt before the Potions Master. He stroked his cock slowly before their eyes. They watched, fascinated, as the shiny purple head disappeared and reappeared under the foreskin as he slid it forward and back.

“Beg me for it,” Snape said, stroking faster. A pearly drop appeared at the head of his dick. He was going to cum soon.

“Please, sir,” whimpered Anna, “please, I want your cum!”

“Where do you want me to cum?” grunted Snape, his whole body trembling.

“I want it in my mouth,” panted Hermione, sliding her hand up his leg and cupping his balls, eliciting a throaty groan from the man. “Please, Professor,” she begged, “please cum in my mouth!”

“Please!” said Anna.

“Please!”

“Give it to me!”

“In my mouth!”

“Now!”

“Cum!”

“Please!”

Snape lost track of who was talking. All he knew was that he had two girls on their knees before him begging for his cum. He happily obliged, spurting his hot load all over their faces and in their open mouths. His knees gave way and he sat down hard on the stone floor, his head spinning from the force of his orgasm. The girls swallowed their mouthfuls of cum, then licked each others’ faces clean, before turning on Snape and licking the salty drops from his softening dick.

Laying on either side of him, the girls pillowed their heads on his chest and the trio caught their breath.

“Professor?” said Hermione.

“Mmmmmm…?” mumbled Snape.

“I think I may ‘forget’ my homework Monday. You may have to give me detention.”

Snape hugged Hermione tightly to his side and laughed.